#and ‘she’s not getting a tip and yknow she needs your tip’

[sri-rachaa]

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[cheonstapes]

miguel o’hara stars in… ‘THE SWEETER THE JUICE’ o(^-^)o

･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡. miguel o’hara x reader .｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･

SMUT

now he’s finally got you pregnant, he’s gonna do what he’s been dreaming of all these years. suck. those. tits.

same universe as this miguel.

cw; lactation kink, pregnancy, breeding kink (not really but yknow me), dry humping, titties, older nerd!miguel, they’re finally married!

800+ words

@cheonstapes : she’s back! again!

if miguel had to pick a part of your body he loved the most, it’d definitely be your tits.

if you think he was obsessed before — you don’t wanna know what goes through his head as he watches you waddle around his house, carrying his kid, sighing every time you leak through another shirt. you had forgone a bra ever since you got pregnant, saying how uncomfortable they feel against your chest — not that he was complaining.

“for fucks-sake, again?”

he was so used to hearing you say that, he already had a shirt on hand for you to change into. you were so grateful for your doting husband that you completely missed that nasty glint in his eyes you usually only see when he’s bending you over the bed and fucking you raw — luckily for him.

“here, honey. lift your arms for me.”

as you do, he pulls the shirt up — the soiled fabric catching under your swollen breasts as he wiggles it off you. “ah, shit — thanks, baby. but fuck, am i’m so tired of changing shirts every 10 minutes!” you might be tired, but miguel cannot get enough of it. he was already so fucking hard, practically salivating at the sight of your bare breasts still leaking down your heavy belly.

“maybe you should just ditch the shirts all together, love — you know i hate seeing my beautiful wife uncomfortable.” miguel’s voice was a soft whisper in your ear, lips slowly tracing down the side of your jaw to your sensitive neck — kissing the skin so tenderly. his calloused hands gently massaged the taut flesh of your tits, probing and squeezing at your nipples to let out small trickles of that sweet milk.

“migs, how many times are you gonna say that?”

“as many as it takes for you to finally listen.”

the breathy laugh you let out did little to qualm the feeling deep in his gut — he was dead serious, there was absolutely no reason for you to be in shirts all the time when you have him to take care of you whenever you needed a good milking. his hips were already sinking into to the plush of your ass that he loved oh-so-much — especially with how much fatter it got during your pregnancy.

it was almost as if he had lost control of his body, a hand landing on your waist to bend you over the counter as he mindlessly ruts into you. “dios, nena, eres tan hermosa. vas a ser la mamá más guapa, ¿verdad? mm, my pretty, little mama.” miguel never failed to turn you on to no bounds, like, you have a walking greek god as a husband — but those fucking hormones were making it unbearable.

the force at which he was pushing against you had shifted your drenched panties to the side, leaving practically nothing between you and his drooling bulge. his fingers tightened around the fat of your hips, squeezing the flesh delicious hard as his free hand flipped you over — pushing your back against the edge of the counter. “shit…been waiting to taste these all fucking day, honey.”

mindful of your growing belly, he hiked one of your legs up on his hip — craning his neck down to suck on a pert nipple. wasting no time, and at a much better angle, he continued to grind against you — his tip catching against your engorged clit. “m—migs, baby, fuck…” the way he swirled and sucked so eagerly reminded you of when you first started dating, how determined he was to knock you up before the two of you even moved in together.

the taste was so addicting, some of your milk trickling down his body — dripping onto the ground beneath you. you knew he was about to cum, hard — his eyes had rolled back, breathing in heavy pants, hands rushing to pull down the waistband of his sweats. “gonna paint my girls in my cum, love — sé una buena chica y mantenlos juntos para mí.”

“‘course, baby.” you nodded breathlessly, squishing the globes of fat together as he pumped his cock dry — head thrown back as ropes upon ropes of his hot seed coated your tits, sliding into the self-made crevice. “god, what did i do in my past life to have a wife as sexy as you, mamí?” his spent cock bobbed against his thigh as he trapped you against the counter — kissing you deeply as his wet hands reaching up to rub the cum into the skin of your breasts.

“mmph — y’know, i heard cum’s good for the skin. it, uh, helps with the blood circulation in your tits — i think we should do this more often, love.”

“migs, if you weren’t, like — a whole scientist, i might’ve believed you. if you want a titjob, just say that.”

“…i mean, you said it — not me.”

all your home shirts were promptly locked away and never to be seen again.

-new year, new waiting for cheon to get her shit together andpost!

[tomurawr44]

can you do hcs for shiggy with a s/o that has big chest 🥺

A/N: wow..not manga panel...🤯

Warnings: nsfw, thicker bodied reader, mentions of chub, handkink

HE LOVES IT.

especially when your thicc thicc, he's inlove. his hands are always all over you when his gloves are on.

whenever you agree to let him do the foreplay, he doesn't put his gloves on yet and lifts your shirt super, super gently to play with your breasts slowly, squeezing, fondling and overall just playing them.

he has your hand down your shirt all the damn time.

during gaming sessions when somethings loading or taking some time and he isn't playing at the pc, he's under your shirt and on your breasts, and when it's taking WAY too long, he's gonna suck on some titties.

he loves leaving hickeys near you breasts

sometimes he genuinely just plays with them, jiggling them around, making weird small sight noises like 'boing' 'bounce', y'know.

he loves putting something on his pinky so he can squeeze your tits and see the chub seep between his fingers.

titjobs, just the idea has him drooling, please wake him up with his dick between your boobs, you'll notice he's alot less angry that day.

once he accidentally squeezed your tit around toga & magne and she called him a pervert and tried to stab his hand to protect you (even if it's established if you're dating lol).

he needed extra squeezing that day.

they're his stressballs, whenever he's really upset, he'll make you lay ontop of him, your back to his chest, the heavier you are the better. then he'll slide his hands up your chest and squeeze them while breathing into the crook of your neck.

he loves it when you put your nipple in the slit on his dick (yknow that part where the tip curves in a little) He cums IMMEDIATELY.

he loves sucking on them, he loves calling you mommy and having you wear all sorts of tight clothing.

he thinks it's hotter when your wearing bras, just don't wear one with built in cups.

he likes swirling his tongue around it alot, maybe if he's feeling playful he'll nip.

he wants you to wear a pushup bra then place your titties ontop of the upper half of his face lol

he loves cumming on them so much, especially when you spread it around or let him lick his own nut off.

He will have you smother him at all times you two are alone.

If you're way bigger than him, he no longer needs any seats in private, suddenly your his favourite chair.

he has asked if he can get those boob mousepads with you on it

you said no :(

one time he got drunk and motorboated your tits lol

—Ake 2024

[ssweetleaf]

just like heaven.

| part ii |

pairing— best friend’s brother!steve harrington x fem!reader

♡ summary— steve overhears about your disappointing sex life, but soon starts to imagine how good he could make you feel if only you were with him. (based off this ask)

♡ includes— SMUT 18+, male masturbation, kind of perv!steve, praise, breeding kink, basically stevie fucks his fist thinking about you and gets caught in the act, no specific pronouns used, and no use of y/n, i know some people don’t like that, (i gave steve’s sister a name to make the whole thing a bit easier!)

let me know if you’d like a part two! <3

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Steve was insatiable; hard as a fucking rock ever since he heard you, on your best friend’s bed, fingers flipping through a cosmo mag and smacking on your cherry gum, completely unaware that King Steve himself was eavesdropping on your rather private conversation.

He didn’t mean to listen in, honest, he was just on his way to the bathroom that just so happened to be next to his sister’s room, the door cracked open ever so slightly, just enough so he could see you on your stomach, ankles crossed and swinging behind you.

“It’s just so disappointing, yknow?” You huffed, eyes narrowing when it caught sight of a certain article on page seventeen about spicing things up in the bedroom. “It’s basically non-existent!”

Tiffany sighed, and his brows started to furrow, trying to get a clue on what they were talking about— slowly creeping closer to their door.

“Babe, it can’t be that bad. What happened to that guy that took you out?” She hummed, trying to think of his name, yet seeming to fall short, the boy completely blanked from her mind.

You groaned, pressing your cheek against your folded arms— and if he craned his neck just a little, he’d be able to see the way your puffy folds sucked up the material of your sleep shorts, riding higher and higher up your thighs each time you kicked your legs.

Oh fuck, he was totally perving…

“Don’t even bother— he was so- so-” you grumbled, huffing at the thought of him before finding the right term to describe that son of a bitch. “Self-absorbed.”

Steve arched a brow, wetting his lips with the tip of his tongue, the sight before him, all cutesy and whiny, it was enough to have his cock rutting up.

“Come on, babe. Spill the beans, I wanna know what happened.”

You sighed, fighting the urge to hide your face in your hands, before flipping the magazine shut.

“He was just selfish, Tiff- he wanted me to do all the work, didn’t even get me ready just kissed me a little.” You scoffed, recounting the memories and his stupid smirk, “and worst of all, he’s a head pusher- way too forceful, shoved it right down my throat without any warning!”

“Oh my god,” Tiff rolled her eyes, nostrils flaring and she didn’t even know the guy. “What a dick!”

“I know,” you spoke, picking at the remnants of your chipped nail polish, “this is why my sex life is so disappointing.”

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Steve gnawed at his cheek, traipsing back into his bedroom and kicking the door shut, not even bothering to use the bathroom after— not that he really needed to anyway…

Laying back on his bed, the cool sheets squished beneath him, he thought about you— your pretty thighs and the way they squeezed together mindlessly, the soft fat of your hips from underneath your shorts and the curve of your tits that begged to pop out from your too-small tank top.

You were a total babe, so fucking pretty, and so sweet too, he couldn’t wrap his head around how someone like you had a sex life that was so boring.

I could change that, he thought, fuck, his cock throbbed at the thought. He could take care of you, make you feel better than any of those losers you had been with, sating you on his big cock until you were all dumb and tuckered out.

The thoughts he had were swirling around his brain in a constant tizzy, so much so, he hadn’t even realised he had slipped a hand under his briefs, only realising once it started to leak in his palm, pre-cum staining the material and sticking to his skin.

You were on his mind, your tits, your ass, your pretty thighs- it had him hard as a rock, starting to buck into his own hand, teeth clutching at his lips to stifle his groans— after all, the walls were thin, and there was only one that separated Steve’s room from his sister’s.

He wanted to tease himself, pretend it was you that was teasing him with your pretty fingers— trailing his fingertips along his shaft, running up along the thick vein underneath it before swiping a thumb over his mushroomed tip, all swollen and sensitive, leaking even more now he had his hands on himself.

He sucked that same thumb into his mouth, the salty tang of his arousal on his tongue and the sudden image of his face between your thighs, licking up at your slick pussy and suckling at your peaked clit had his hips bucking.

“Fuck—” he gasped, breath hitching in his throat, sweat already ebbing at his hairline and beginning to slip, cheeks all rosey and flushed, all from the thought of you, you, you.

“Drive me fuckin’ crazy, honey-” he was muttering to himself, squeezing his eyes closed and rolling his balls in his palm, playing with him just how he imagined you’d play with them. “wish you were all mine.”

Steve’s fist was tight around his cock, fingers squeezing and pumping it. Up and down, up and down— groaning out into the stuffy air when he thought about your hands stroking at him, fingers barely managing to reach round.

He was leaking, tip bubblegum pink and glistening with pearly beads of pre-cum, dribbling down his shaft and oozing between his fingers, lubing up his cock so nicely— fuck, he thought about your mouth, suckling on him, getting him nice and wet, drooling all over his balls, making a real mess— oh fuckfuckfuck.

“Jus’ wanna fuck you,” he muttered into the air, wishing you could hear him, watch him, “could treat you so well- would spoil you so good.”

He was whining, high and breathy into the stuffy bedroom air, the slick sounds with each jerk were so loud, but he was so pussy-drunk, dumb from the constant swirly thoughts of you, big love hearts pumping in his eyes, he couldn’t find it in him to really care about how loud he was starting to get.

He started to slow down, he had to, already so close to coming, he took his fist away and swirled his fingertips along his cock-head, watching the way his muscles clenched with hooded and hazy eyes.

Steve thought about you on his bed, underneath him, letting him fuck you into the mattress, muttering pretty praises into your sweet skin— licking and sucking at your neck all the while his fat cock punched into your gummy walls and nudged at that special spot so deep inside.

“Bet you’d be such a good girl.” he sighed, starting to stroke himself once again, but much slower than before. “jus’ wanna- fuck— wanna fill you up with my cum, get you all messy and- shit— give you my fuckin’ babies.”

Oh fuck, picturing you all pregnant, tummy all swollen, letting him fuck you from behind while you both lay on your sides, oh god, he was in too deep, but he couldn’t help it. You’d look so fucking pretty all pregnant with his babies— all full of his cum.

His hips stuttered, thighs tensed and his cock twitched, he was so close, so, so close, bottom lip clutched between his teeth, fist squeezing down and shaking from the stimulation.

“G-gonna cum, oh Christ, gonna fucking’ cum!”

He chased his high, jaw slack and mouth agape while long, hot ropes of his sticky cum painted his stomach and thighs, crying out a mixture of your name and a few curses and he swore he hadn’t came as hard before as he did then.

And it all would’ve been fine— he would’ve settled and cleaned up and just went to bed with a little secret in the back of his mind, though the sight of you stood there when his eyes fluttered open— eyes all glassy and lips in a pout, thighs clenching and a cute little wet spot saturating your shorts… oh no.

“I-I can explain!”

⋆˙⟡♡ inbox me eddie and steve stuff ! ♡⟡˙ ⋆

[cultofdixon]

A moment alone with you

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • A moment. Just a moment alone with his girl is all he wants. But everybody—-especially the kids, have much more pressing things in that moment of peace • SFW/NSFW - Nudity / Grinding / Fondling / Hickeys • TW: Scars • Bit of re-written canon

Requested by: Anon

“You excited for Y/N to come home?” Michonne smiles asking Daryl who hasn’t left his spot by the main gates to Alexandria for his other half to return from the medicine run with Siddiq.

“Is it obvious?” Daryl chuckles lightly leaning against the wall. “Yea need somethin’?”

“Actually, I do”

The hours passed as the two finally returned home and Siddiq brought the car right in front of the infirmary so it would be easy load off.

“I need a shower”

“Same, but I gotta do inventory on the new stuff before I can unwind”

“I can help yknow—-“

“Yeah yeah but we’ve been gone for a month. I think a certain archer would like to see his partner” Siddiq smiles noticing her bashful smile to his words. “You can help tomorrow with putting everything away, I can handle counting and putting the numbers down”

“Okay Siddiq, I’ll take that” Y/N smiles exiting the car and grabbing her bag from the trunk, waving him off on her way to her home.

As Y/N enters the home she was quiet and half excepted to be greeted by Daryl. But the next best thing, Dog came trotting over demanding pets that she happily provided soon noticing the sleeping archer on the couch with both Grimes kids laying and sleeping comfortably on his chest.

“Guess he was on uncle duty tonight” Y/N whispers to Dog as she kisses the top of his head.

Quietly, she took her shoes off leaving them by the door before tip toeing over to the three grabbing a blanket out of the basket on the way over. Y/N gently drapes the blanket over the three watching the kids stir slightly. She made sure they were still secure on Daryl and sound asleep. After admiring the sight a bit she leaned over to Daryl, kissing his cheek before leaving to go upstairs and take a much needed shower.

It felt like an hour has passed while showering because of how amazing it felt after being gone a while. But she was in there long enough to not notice when the door opened.

Y/N suddenly flinched when the curtain flung open revealing Daryl. “You’re subtle aren’t you?”

“Yea didn’t wake me”

“You had two sleeping angels on you. Of course I wasn’t gonna wake you…and speaking of angels. Where the fuck did you put them?”

“In the guest bedroom sleepin’.” Daryl’s eyes trailed her naked form taking note of the bruises and small cuts that happen out of random at this point of the apocalypse. “I missed yea”

“If you missed me so much…why don’t you join me instead of letting the water out” Y/N smiles watching the excitement in his eyes as he was about to undress when both heard sobbing.

“Uncle Daryl…”

“It’s Jude.” Y/N smacks his chest getting him a bit wet. “Go make sure she’s okay and stay with her”

“Mm…We ain’t done” Daryl states before going to check on the young Grimes as Y/N moved the curtain back to cover her.

Once she was finished, Y/N went to check on the kids noticing Daryl laying in the bed with them. He can never say no to either of them and she couldn’t help the smile on her face when she approaches them quietly. The archer turns his head toward his woman watching her smile even more to the display as she kisses him goodnight before fixing the blanket over them then going to bed herself.

A couple hours passed and Y/N felt a shift in the bed stirring her awake as she moved onto her back watching Daryl tower over her.

“How’d you manage to slip out?”

“Dog disturbed them both. Making them get off me”

“Hm. Man’s best friend really has your back” She laughs quietly as Daryl didn’t wait another moment to bring his lips firmly against hers.

His partner instantly wrapped her arms around his neck feeling him shift above her bringing his knee in between her legs. While his hand finds itself under her shirt not waiting another second to grope her breast enjoying the satisfied moan that he swallowed as he continued to make out with her. He pulls away from her lips about to ask if it was okay to go further but both’s thoughts were interrupted by knocking.

“Can’t get even a second…” Daryl sighs lifting himself off of Y/N as she reaches to turn the lamp on while he went to answer the door.

Both Judith and RJ, who was more sleepy than his sister, were at the door about to ask Daryl if they could sleep in the bed with him after having a hard time. The other times were nightmares. She then noticed Y/N sit up in the bed fixing her shirt as she was about to ask her when RJ yawns out.

“Can we sleep with Auntie Y/N?” He frowns up at Daryl as Y/N pats the bed when he asked watching both of them instantly run over getting help onto the bed.

“If they get cuddles from yea, so do I” Daryl scoffs playfully as he brings himself back to the bed turning the lamp off before climbing in once Y/N scooted more into the center of the bed letting the kids child all over her. While Daryl brought himself close enough for her to close the small space by moving into him.

“All my babies missed me” Y/N teases a little as she let the kids get comfortable before nudging Daryl to get the blanket over them.

“I’ve missed you more” Daryl whispers only to be smacked in the face by RJ indicating that he missed her more.

The next morning Daryl woke alone and when he got up to get dressed in his usual attire. He noticed his vest was missing but it didn’t take long to know who took them. He went downstairs to check if anyone was still home but was met with no one except Dog who accidentally got left inside. So he obviously wasn’t waiting for Daryl except to be let out.

Dog instantly ran toward the kids once Daryl let him out. He made his way toward the infirmary know he could find Y/N there and hopefully alone.

The archer always manages to sneak up on people and he entered the infirmary without being noticed. Her back was facing him and Daryl took notice of the familiar wings resting on her person.

“You left early” She couldn’t help the smile to emerge on her lips when she felt her other half bring himself directly behind her. He kept his voice low even if the way she pressed up against him confirmed it was only them.

“Had to get the kids back to Michonne.” Y/N smiles setting the last crate of medical supplies they found on the table, feeling his hands find purchase on her hips. “They won’t bother us tonight”

“I don’t think I can wait til tonight” Daryl sighs against her neck as his hot breath caused shivers to crawl down her spine. He slowly brushes her hair out of the way of her neck so that he could place a kiss there, moving from the back of her neck to her shoulder while his other hand moved to her front bringing her more firmly against his person.

She wasn’t objecting, she would argue that she wanted him more given the time apart from one another. Searching for Rick and doing infirmary runs tend to fall on opposite times from when either of them were back home. But recently Daryl has been coming home more often, not because he’s been hitting dead ends…but because a big part of him wanted to remind everyone…who his girl was and that she was only his.

While the archer started to get to work on leaving his mark on her exposed neck, he brought his hand that brought her closer into him…from her stomach to the waist band of her jeans slipping his calloused fingers into her pants and her panties.

But before he even got to her sweet center, Siddiq bursts through making Daryl quickly pull his hand out but still keep close to Y/N as her annoyance started to show.

“Y/N I—-“

“Siddiq. Unless someone is bleeding to death. I don’t want to hear it”

“Uh…Well can it be something around that level?” Siddiq questions as he was completely obvious and or ignoring what the two could be possibly doing for his own concerns.

With a bit of anger brewing in her over the zero time with her partner, Y/N pulled herself away from Daryl seeing the concern look on Siddiq’s face making her calm herself a bit. She pats Daryl’s on the chest giving him an apologetic look telling him he should go so that she could take care of this.

“I’ll be home, whenever you’re done here”

“Give me half an hour…” Y/N pouts to Daryl who couldn’t help himself by kissing the pout off her face before leaving her to attend to Siddiq.

Finally after taking care of a pregnancy scare for Siddiq and his secret lover who Y/N knew was Rosita. She quickly made her way home finding Dog whining at the door to be let in and only knew that Daryl locked him out in hopes he wouldn’t interrupt them in any way. The worse he’d do is bark if he thinks he’s alone for too long.

“You better not block me and my man, Dog. His attention is mine today” Y/N playfully threats as she lets him in watching him immediately go to the couch to lay down. Guess he didn’t want to be in the grass soaking up sun.

Y/N didn’t make it very far when heading upstairs as Daryl heard the front door open knowing it was her, or at least assumed. He met her at the top of the stairs quickly taking her into his arms and pressing his lips firmly against hers. The two ended up against one of the walls completely ignoring the possibility of going straight for the bedroom. They needed the other desperately.

“I—-Need to breathe” Y/N gasps pulling away as he planted his lips to her neck while working on the shirt she was wearing once he got his vest smoothly off her. “Fuck—-Dar, please” She begs, as Daryl knew she wanted more while he finally got the last button on her flannel undone to take it off. Groaning slightly to himself at the tank top that was next.

“Too many layers—“ Daryl groans against her neck pulling away enough to grip the neckline of her tank top.

“No Daryl. Don’t you—-“ then the sound of ripping was made clear as Y/N stopped every movement from her to take in the fact that Daryl was impatient to yknow…bring it over her head. “You owe me a new one”

“Mm. Or next time yea could wear nothin’” Daryl scoffs in a playful manner suddenly lifting her off the ground pinning her more against the wall. Her legs instinctively wrapping themselves around his torso as he held her hips in a bruising grip.

The archer mainly pushed her up so he would be eye level—-or more so mouth level with her breasts. Pressing kisses along her sternum and getting a bit into it with sucking hickeys along the strip making her face flush biting down on the inside of her cheek to contain the excited moans that’d escape her.

Oh but he was going to get those out of her, once he latched his mouth onto her left breast. He felt the strain in his pants when she didn’t hold back on her moans as he tugged gently on her sensitive bud in between his teeth.

“Fuck me. Fuck me, Dixon” Y/N hissed as Daryl pulled his mouth away from her breast setting her down about to work on getting her jeans and panties off next when both froze to a knock on the main door. “For fucks sake—-“

“Nah. I’m done with this bullshit” Daryl groans pulling away from Y/N as he stormed down the stairs quickly approaching the door.

Aaron flinched on the other end when the door swung up showing an angered annoyed Daryl.

“Hey I was—-“

“Is someone dying?”

“No?”

“Did walkers break in?”

“No…”

“Did RJ get his head stuck in the doggy door of Michonne’s place again?”

“Nope”

“Then what’s so fuckin’ important that I can’t have sex with my goddamn girl after not seeing her for a month?”

Wow he’s brutally honest Aaron couldn’t help the embarrassed blush to immediately reach his face when hearing such as he turned around and started to walk away. “I’ll come back…uh…in a few days”

“THANKS” Daryl yells before shutting the door and heading back upstairs not finding Y/N where he left her. But his vest was gone once again…

And her jeans and panties were in the pile of her clothes that he pulled/ripped off of her.

“Hey…”

Daryl quickly looks up from the pile straightening himself noticing his girl standing in the doorway in nothing but his vest.

“You joining me or not, D?” Y/N smirks taking a few steps back into the bedroom watching Daryl bringing himself closer.

“Oh I’m comin’, sunshine”

[bainutwater85]

Rock Lee nsfw hcs pleaseee I feel like he’s such a sub. Bonus points if reader has piercings n tattoos and is more masc

yesss anon, i love him sm!! they could never make me hate THE ROCK LEE. and also sorry if the last pic doesn’t look like him in boruto or in the arc where naruto and hinata got married lol they don’t have many pics of him when he’s older and idk why cause he’s such a cutiee.

a/n: i hope this doesn’t bother you but i don’t really like writing masc readers? it’s kinda not my cup of tea same as male readers😅 i usually only write fem readers w fem parts, yknow? but i can improvise and make the reader somewhat masc ^_^. Also sorry for my absence. i’ve been job hunting and trying to muster up enough money for my necessities like getting my phone repaired & paying off 2 of my bills. I might end up doing commissions soon if i don’t find a job yet. Just waiting for my employer to email me saying i have the job😊👍🏾

cw: dom!reader, whiny!sub!rock lee, edging, overstim, deepthroating, cockwarming, cumplay

no matter how much he whines and tells you to stop messing around when you’re on top of him, has his cock in ur mouth or the pad of your thumb swirling around his purplish and swollen tip— he really does enjoys it and 9/10 doesn’t want you to stop at all.

very sensitive. like from the neck to his balls…n gets really nervous when you find your way to any of those parts especially while you two are in public.

i feel like even if you aren’t dominant..you’d still need to initiate the first move snd the ones after the first move because he’s as nervous as ever. Not saying he never got any play..and yeah he knows what he’s doing but he doesn’t always want to be the one in control, yknow? can’t blame him tbhh.

his nose, cheeks, and ears get all red and his eyes watery while you still make your hands up and down on his slender shaft for the last hour or so. overstimulating him and making him beg , chase for his own orgasm. He goes to grab your wrist with a shaking hand but fails because you rubbed that one little vein on his cock that made him reach the stars, his cum splurging all over himself snd you.

speaking OF cum. whenever he cums on your command or when you’re feeling nice to not make him wait for his own release. You give him a helping (?) hand while you rub and lick up his mess that’s spread all over his toned stomach like jelly.

he loves a lady with some muscles. not too buff or defined but sharp enough to where you can see it when she flexes intentionally or unintentionally. (tenten) he pays attention to small stuff, even when he’s trying not to cum inside your tight hole. like the tendon that shows on your back when you move around w little with his cock nearly pushing against that soft spot inside you.

definitely not into any of that hardcore dom stuff..like rimjobs and pegging. He prefers to keep his submission elsewhere,, yknow?? that’s not his type of flavor to be diddled with in the butt..his butt.

if you can’t fuck him, he’ll definitely let you suck him. hands free while he works or does whatever he does on his spare time that doesn’t involve moving and running like w chicken without a head. So there you are, snugged between his legs on the couch with his tip, almost far down your esophagus. Eyes water and your toes curling, toenails leaving crescent shaped marks in the bottom of your feet. He doesn’t look at you because if he does..he just knows it’ll be a big mess or awkward looks exchanged between the two of you. Adam’s apple faulting back as he gulps, trying to get a glance at your messy and wet face from your spit, his cum and precum like a naughty child.

but he ends up risking it all and tossing the remote to the side before gripping on your head snd pushing you further down on his cock. Exasperated moans of relief fall from his lips when his eyes roll to the back of his hands nd his hips slightly buck. You groan and moan with a mouthful of cock n cum. But it’s okay, he’s fine, who would get mad at him tho?

[thegamingcatmom]

Dating Tips with Bella Swan

Listen-

The two menaces asking Bella for dating advice (much) later in The Sisters cause, yknow, she's a human.

And MC is a human.

Do I need to say more?

...

Tanya: *scoots incredibly closer to Bella*

Bella: *thinks she's about to either get eaten or hit on but doesn't wanna say anything in case she truly does get eaten for her audacity*

Tanya: "So..."

Bella: *starts sweating*

Tanya: "You are a mortal...are you not?"

Bella, scared (and curious) where this is going: 👀

Tanya, unhinged unbothered: 👁️👁️ + 🔴

Bella, attempting to crack a joke (dear god): "Uh...I think so? Last I checked? I mean, heart's still going strong and all, hah..."

Tanya: "..."

Bella: *gulps*

Tanya: *scoots even closer*

Bella: *gay panic*

Also Bella: *...Wait what-*

Tanya: "Help me out then, mortal. What kind of establishment would you recommend if one was attempting to...court you?"

Bella: *gay panic intensifies*

Bella: "Uhhh, I...I mean-"

Tanya: 👁️👁️ + 🔴

Bella: "...What?"

Tanya: *dramatic sigh*

Bella: *sweating intensifies*

Tanya, who can´t believe she has to spell it out: "What is your diet?"

Bella: "..."

Tanya: "..."

Bella: "...My...my diet?"

...

Tanya, hissing: "Preboha-!"

Bella, well and truly fearing for her life at this point: 💀💧

Tanya: *takes a deep breath to stop herself from doing something that will land her in the doghouse (...again) because her love has grown quite fond if this mortal indeed...unfortunately*

Tanya, trying to remain patient (and failing miserably cause girl´s got a serious case of blue balls): "I realize your kind struggles with grasping concepts that go beyond the basic needs of ingestion, defecation and rest, but I truly fail to see which part of my question has been too difficult for your simple mind to-"

Kate: *plonks herself down on Bella´s other side, (thankfully) cutting Tanya off and nearly giving Bella a heart attack*

Kate: "Insulting the human? Yeah, I´m sure that totally contributes to getting you laid. Good job, sis."

Tanya: *eye starts twitching*

Bella: *gay panic reaches its maximum*

Kate, without missing a beat: "Get that stick out your ass, will ya? That´s not how you deal with them. Look at her, she´s terrified!"

Tanya: *actually takes a moment to have a proper look at-*

Bella: 💀💧

Tanya: "..."

Kate, snickering: "Always such a charmer."

Tanya, seething: "Fine. You try it, then. Show me how to deal with them, oh great master of romance."

Kate, gloating: "About time someone recognizes my true talent."

Tanya: 😑

Kate: 😁

Bella: 💀💧

Kate: "Alright, human. Eyes on-hello? *sounds of finger snapping* Hey, eyes on-yes, good. That´s a good human. Alright, listen..."

Kate: *pauses for dramatic effect*

Bella: 👀💧

Tanya: 👀

Kate: "...What does one have to do to make those panties drop?"

Bella: *malfunctions*

Tanya, closing her eyes in utter despair: "Pane zmiluj sa..."

Irina, (thankfully) walking up to them: "Hey. Mortal. The Pixie asked for you."

Bella: *girl´s up and on her way so damn fast-*

Also Bella, under her breath: "Thank you, Alice..."

The Unholy Trinity: *watches her go*

Irina: *turns to face her sisters*

...

Tanya & Kate: "...What?"

Irina: "Oh, nothing. I´m merely wondering - how much lower can you two sink?"

Tanya & Kate: 👁️👄👁️

...

Irina: *proceeds to walk away*

Irina, under her breath: "Neuveriteľné..."

Tanya & Kate, at each other: 👀

MC: *walks up to them*

Tanya & Kate, as if a switch has been flipped: 👀...😁

MC: *falters in her step*

Tanya & Kate: 😁

MC: "...Uh, have you guys...done something?"

Tanya & Kate, at each other: 👀

Tanya, folding her hands like the sophisticated Dork she is: "...Whatever are you referring to, love?"

MC, choosing to ignore the pet name (as per usual): "Well, Bella just passed me. I tried talking to her, but it was like she didn´t even realize I was there. She looked..."

Tanya & Kate: 👁️👁️

MC: "...Haunted. Like she´s seen a ghost or something."

Tanya & Kate, at each other: 👀

Kate, putting a hand on her chest in a (fake) display of indignation: "And you think we´ve done something?"

MC, totally unimpressed (cause "yes"): "...Have you?"

Tanya & Kate, at each other: 👀

MC: "..."

Tanya & Kate: "...No."

MC: "..."

Tanya & Kate: 😇

MC: 😑

.

.

.

GUYS OKAY-

I love their dynamic so much. 🥺❤️

But there´s your confirmation: MC is...different.

...Meaning: Tanya cba about pleasantries when it comes to any mortal that isn´t her mortal. Poor Bella. 😭

Honestly can´t wait till we get to the part where MC´s gonna interact with the Cullens. (Which will be a while yet, fml. 💀)

.

Btw: The plan was to work on Chapter 4, but I ended up making this instead cause my brain´s faster than my fingers. 🙃

In my head, we´ve already made it much further down the rabbit hole. 🐇🕳️

[arielstruggles]

Texas Sun

w.c: 2.3k

Pairing: Bestfriend's dad!Joel Miller X reader

warnings: smut (mdni), age gap, moral questioning, edging, just the tip, mentions of virginity, tit fucking, oral (f receiving)

a.n: Honestly i just wrote this to kind of zone myself our from real life because i am having some sort of problems in my head and haven't proof read it. I just finished writing to be fair. As always i am open to criticism because i know i need lots of improvements in my (non-existent) writing skills. If you read this so far ilysm.

Joel Miller was an attractive man, he was strong, he was confident yet leery. The way he carries himself not only caught your attention but also other women around the neighborhood. You know from Sarah that he does not date that often, but he had this one girlfriend named Tess, she was around his age, they were happy Sarah said back when you were a freshman So he probably does not have those fantasies that you have in mind with him. When the Texas sun burnt your bare shoulders and you were on your way to the Miller’s house your sundress feels like a heavy blanket on your skin these were your thoughts. So, being best friends with Sarah Miller had it perks, one being the possibility of seeing her charming dad. You met Sara in your last year at high school when you moved in Texas with your family. Now that you think about it you realize it has been six years. You were a high schooler back in the day, now you are fresh out of college, unemployed under her parents’ roof. In that hot Texas day, you hoped to find Sarah at home chances were low since she was still a student and she had this internship going on. Yet, you needed to leave the house immediately, you were in the middle of an argument with your mom during the dinner, she was screaming at you about how much of a disgrace you are, tears on your cheeks gets back to you in reality. After wiping your tears, you quicken your pace and head to Miller’s house.

With the sight of their front door, you are questioning your motives. What if she is not home? what if they don’t want me to come inside you think then you decide to knock the door since you are already there. What is the worst thing that can happen right? When Joel Miller opens the door, he greets you kindly “Hey there, lookin’ for Sarah?” you nod sheepishly, already entranced by his presence. You know him for a long time but you are never comfortable around him, mostly because you are scared of developing some sort of sick crush on him. With his black tshirt and grey sweatpants, he does look good. “She’s not home, working on that internship and said she’s gonna be late.” He explains it thoroughly. This is your cue to say good evening and leave but you are limp. You don’t want to go back home. Not yet at least. the thought of going back crushes your soul, it suffocates you. Before you even try to stop tears start flowing again. “Hey hey, sweetheart. Easy now.” he pulls you in his arms. You start sobbing, his warm skin against your face, his woody scent fills your nostrils. He pulls you inside and closes the door, you find yourself sitting on Miller’s couch. “M not gonna force you to speak but you can talk yknow.” He says, it is clear he is as clueless ad you are. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to do any of this, really.” Your tone is apologetic. “Don’t be. We all need to get it out of our system.” He smiles warmly. He is genuine, he is kind it only adds to his other good qualities. You start talking about your problems and you cry once again, it is embarrassing how easily you cry in front of a man you think. When your gaze interlock for a brief moment your eyes wander on his lips briefly and you avert your gaze when he catches you. heat blossoms on your cheek as he smirks. He leans on your face ever so slightly, to test the waters. You don’t pull back but you don’t lean on either. It feels wrong on so many levels. He leans on closer and closer until you are inches apart. You can feels his warm breath tickling you. “Go ahead sweetheart.” He purrs. “Mr. Miller-“ you want to say something, you want to reject, he doesn’t force you, not at all. “Yes, darlin” you should say this is wrong, that he is old enough to be your dad but you feel like anticipation building up inside you. Desire consumes your body. You lean and kiss him. He meets your kiss with hunger. He kisses you so roughly that it does not feel like any of the kissed you have had experienced before. It is wet, it is sloppy. He grabs you by the waist and pulls you onto his lap. You broke the kiss panting “This is so wrong.” “Why is that?” “Sarah is my friend-“ “We can stop right now and forget it all happened.” He says, his voice is intoxicating. “Mr. Miller?” you can’t believe you are about to say this “I- uh um, I am uh… I have never done it before?” a smirk forms on his lips. He knows damn well what you are talking about. “You have never done what darling?” “that.” you mumble “I don’t understand.” He says while that smug subtle grin forms on his lips. “You mean sex?” you are not shy about it but his tone makes you want to hide your face behind your palms. Once again you are getting hotter. “Yes.” “It’s okay darling, we have all the time in the world.” what does it mean? Is this something that we are going to keep doing? But it does not feel right? you have so many questions in your head, it’s reflections can be read on your face. “What’s wrong?” he looks at you with furrowed brows. “Nothing, I just-“ you trail off mid-sentence. “S okay baby girl, we don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.” However, you want no no, you are dying for it. You want to feel your bare skins touching each other, hands intertwined, tangled up in bed sheets, sweaty, breathing heavily.

You want all of it, the problem is, how you are supposed to look at Sarah’s face after that? Your thoughts interrupted by his hand that’s caressing your bare arms. His touch is so light but it is enough to awaken goosebumps on your skin. You meet your gaze with his, you are able to see the lust twinkling in his eyes. You have never seen him like this before. You question your morals. Are you seducing an older man? While a part of you feels like once you leave this house, a scarlet A letter will be sealed on your forehead and everyone will see how much of a disgrace you are yet a part of you is dying to commit this crime, to leave the path that your parents carved for you.

With a sudden hunger you climb on his lap and kiss him which he responds with a snort but complies your request. You continue kissing for the second time. It is passionate, it is sloppy. You can’t help but grind on his half-erected cock. It causes you both to moan. “Mr. Miller, I- I want to-“he interrupts you “Are you sure?” “Yes.” “As much as I want to go for it, I can’t baby girl. I don’t want to do anything you might regret.” But I want to.” You whine like a brat and palm his cock through his sweatpants. He growls in your ear, you could swear that it his by far the sexiest sound you have ever heard. “Just the tip.” He says, more to himself as if he is convincing himself to not to go far. “Okay.” He stands up with you in his arms and takes you to his bedroom and places you on top of his bed. It smells like him. A room that you have caught glimpses of it but never been inside. His bed has a rustic, reddish brown headboard, you realize an exercise bike on the corner of his room, dusty due to staying at the same place for a long period of time. You see the meds on the nightstand, his glasses, picture frames with him and Sarah laughing to the camera lens. Guilt is creeping up on you once again. It disappears when you feel his kiss on your neck though. His breath becomes hot against the side of your neck. You could feel his hands roaming around your body, toying with the hem of your dress. One of his hands slides up and down on your thigh while the other hand holds your waist tightly. He kisses the top of your shoulder and looks at you in the eyes. “Can I take this off?” you nod unable to speak. He takes off your dress, leaving you exposed in your bra and panties. His fingers grazing the top part of your bra, occasionally touching your skin. “You are so soft, so pretty.” He kisses your forehead. It gives you a sense of relief. It is like an unspoken agreement between you two. He peppers your skin with kisses, leaving the warm traces of his lips. Once he reaches down to your panties, he tilts his head up to look at you, to see you confirming him to go further. Once you nod, he kisses your heated cunt through the fabric. It is soaked due to your mind running wild with images of you. Traces his tongue between your folds. It feels amazing. Moans and whimpers leaving your lips with the sensation taking over your body. He is eating you out without even taking your underwear. When he rubs the tip of your nose to your clit, you groan. He knows what he is doing, slides your panties to the side and exposing your sleek, glistening pussy. It makes his mouth drool. He kisses, licks, worships it. This must be the princess treatment you think. His thumbs grazing your clit so softly, you want more… but he takes his time. drawing circles around it, going up and down occasionally parting your lips enjoying the view. But suddenly he covers your pussy with your soaked panties again. You furrow your brow with disappointment. You realize he unbuckles his belt. That’s it you think. He’s going to do it. He frees his cock and is his hard as a rock you see. You feel proud. It is a stupid thought, but you did this.

He leans on you again and kisses you passionately. “Such a good girl.” Your breath get heavier with the way he talks. “Or should I say bad?” “Are you my good little slut?”  you nod, you want to be his good little slut. He chuckles. He nestles his cock between your folds on your panties and starts teasing your aching cunt more. The friction causes you to throb uncontrollably. He moves his cock on your sleek panties up and down, slapping it on your clit. “Mr. Miller…” you pant “I want more.” “Just the tip darling.” He coo, he is on top of your body on his knees while you’re lying as a puddle of pleasure. He slides your panties to the side again and aligns his cock with your hole, slowly pushes the tip inside. You moan and your cunt starts throbbing more and more. he pushes a little bit more but stops when he is not even halfway. “Just the tip.” He coos again and you curse. “Tsk tsk tsk, not a good girl behavior.” He leans on you when he is inside of you and unhooks your bra. He takes one of your nipples between his teeth while supping your other tit. You feel on the verge of coming yet you need more. You close your eyes in deep pleasure, your hands go to his hair and grabbing it tightly. His tongue massages your nipple, you moan. “Such a good girl baby girl.” “mmmm daddy.” You moan loudly and come, the realization of what you have just said hits you. Embarrassment takes over your body, you want to run away and hide but since you can’t do it, not when you are a naked mess you decide to act like nothing happened. He suddenly stops. “What did you just say?” “Nothing.” “You sure?” “Yeah.” “Okay.” He says but you can swear you caught a smirk. He continues moving the tip of cock inside you and biting your tit.

Suddenly he takes if off of you. And you realize what he is doing, your eyes widen and you can’t help but lick your lips. He spits between your tits then palms your tits and places his cock between them. At first, he moves slowly but then he picks up his pace and he fucks your tits roughly. “You called me daddy, didn’t you? you’re just a needy little slut eh?” he growls in your ears. The scene playing before your eyes is so pornographic that you want to close your eyes. “Yes daddy.” You reply automatically. It is so embarrassing but you can’t help it. He is dripping with precum, he is close. Without a warning he comes on your tits. You’re covered with warm, white liquid. He kisses your forehead once again “I’m proud of you. You did such a good job.” Your stomach flips upside down. “Wait for me here.” He says and leaves you on the bed. After a short time he comes with a wet cloth and wipes your body gently and lays beside you. Your eyes catches the picture of Sarah and him again, he realizes it “Don’t have to feel bad. It’s our secret.” He winks and spoons you. “I feel so safe.” You murmur. “Good. You should.” He replies.

A couple of hours later the key sound coming from the front door is what makes you anxious. You and Joel look at each other, you are both dumbfounded. “Dad I’m home.” she chirps. Joel is unable to reply back. But when she knocks in his door he clears his throat. “Honey, I’m a little busy right now.” He says and Sarah leaves his door, heads to her room. You have never felt so relieved in your life. You wear your clothes hastily and though Joel opposes the idea, you jump from the window and leave your best friend’s house like you just came in her dad’s bed.

[circuscountdowns]

Hello! I’ve sent messages before (such as asking about the bishops’ fate much later in the timeline) but this is my first time asking something off of anonymous!

During the 1000 years or so they lived as mortals, did your lamb and the bishops eventually consider each other friends?* Playing Knucklebones together makes me guess “yes”, but well

Your comment about the lamb slowly waiting for them to request natural deaths made me curious

*In what I assume is a complicated sort of way for obvious reasons

oh yes I loved that ask! I thought about it the whole time i was working on that comic! (And to answer that second half oops) Aym and Baal got whatever Forneus got going on that keeps her alive, and traveled overseas after their explorations of the land of Old Faith. After that contact was lost, and Lamb and Narinder were never really sure what happened to them. They Empty Nest Narinder’s ass in a whole new way asdfghjkl he’d never have to grieve their death really just their departure (if they ever do die idk I’ll leave that open. Makes me sad to think of kitties dying :( skdjsksj)

Friends is a fun word. I think the idea of friends implies choice, and for the Lamb there really was no choice. Complete in-laws situations. The bishops are more than just ex-gods they wish to punish, they’re their catboy’s siblings. And though for a while Narinder tried to cold-shoulder the Bishops, that’s still he family and the cult is only so big. At one point you cross paths on the way to the outhouse yknow. Does the Lamb feel a kinship with these last few people to experience Godhood? Yes. Do they see themself a lot in Shamura and hate them with every fiber of their being? Yes. Are they going to make sure their injury is treated seriously and they get whatever they need? Yes. Are they a little sad when the day comes they ask for death? Sad for Narinder’s sake.

At the very least they were all comfortable together and it brought entertainment. With how long the bishops have been alive, they bring a lot of funny stories to the table.

Heket to the day she dies remains Lamb Hater #1. They may have introduced her to her wife (who IS actually friends with the Lamb. Go figure), but she can hold a grudge like no ones business. It is on sight insult the moment Lamb’s in the room. But also if the knucklebones tournament taking too long, she’s taking the lamb’s bed for herself everyone else get da floor.

leshy has chronic youngest brother disease and it works on the lamb begrudgingly. As long as he stays funny, he can probably get away with a lot. Kallamar is just content to be alive and will push at Lamb’s patience as far as it can go. Shamura sometimes forgets why they should hate the lamb and sees only the thing that makes Narinder happy.

leshy dies once on a mission and it is to the lamb’s delight when the bishops look at them with clenched fists and a blasphemous (to the Old Faith’s beliefs) demand on the tip of their tongues.

this is longer than it needed to be I just love complicated dynamics. I can talk about it for hours. Thanks for the asks!!! <3

[starswritewhispers]

your name is your promise- 2

A03

Chap 1

“I could kill you, if I wanted to, y’know,” Gojo sounded far too cocky in Suguru’s opinion, especially considering that he was the one pinned to the forest floor. “Yeah,” the fourteen year old responded with an unimpressed snort, “Sure looks like it,” “I don’t need to use my hands,” Gojo answered with a frown as Suguru rolled off of him, lying next to him in the dirt. “You wouldn’t get it.” “Everyone can buy a gun, you’re not special,” Gojo only let out an amused huff and Suguru turned his head to face him. A soft smile slipped onto his face as he took in Gojo’s content expression. He could feel heat rising to his face, the tip of his ears, and he quickly looked away, focusing his expression on the sky before Sukuna’s cruel words could come back to him. “I don’t want to kill you, anyway,” Gojo’s voice rang through the clearing, announcing the obvious as if it were a gift. “You’re important to me.” “Thanks for not committing a felony,” Suguru commented dryly, fishing his phone out of his pocket when he felt it buzz. Gojo’s eyes were immediately drawn to the device and Suguru pushed his curiosity down. He knew Gojo didn’t have a phone, but the last time he asked, he’d gotten a vague run around about ‘family shit’. “I care about you too, dipshit.” He added, before Gojo could start pouting.

“Who is it?” He asked and Suguru looked over to see a frown on his friend’s face. “Shoko,”  he passed the phone over, watching Gojo’s puzzled expression as he read the messages. Shoko: u with ur imaginary friend again or r u free rn?

Geto: I’m with blue bird, yes.

Shoko: yknow my dad knows some psychiatrists

“Why does she think I’m imaginary–why do you call me blue bird ?” Gojo demanded, eyes darting between the text thread and Suguru. Another traitorous blush rose to his face and he averted his gaze, staring up at the blue sky.“Well, you never leave the forest and,” he shrugged, watching the clouds pass by. “For some weird reason, names seem sacred to you, so whenever someone asks about my best friend, I just call you blue bird.”“Why?” Gojo pressed, but he could hear the smile in his voice.“They remind me of you,” Suguru finally admitted with a swallow, looking over to meet Gojo’s bright smile. “And we’re always in the forest,” He shrugged.“You can take pictures on this thing, right?”Suguru nodded, then yelped as Gojo grabbed him to take a selfie.  After he hit send, a self satisfied smirk made its way onto his face. Up until the phone buzzed again.

Shoko: nvm give the recommendation to ur friend what the FUCK is he wearing

“You people have no taste.” Gojo grumbled as Geto fell back onto the forest floor in a heap of laughter. 

–

Suguru woke up from his dream–memory, really, with a soft smile, slowly sitting up in his bed to– Except this wasn’t his bed.  His eyes widened, looking around the massive room as the events of the previous day slowly came back to him. The bitter taste of betrayal felt foreign on his tongue as his eyes swept over the unknown room. He supposed he should've felt childlike wonder at the knowledge of fae, of magic being real. 

Instead, all he felt was a coldness that felt too similar to the ice in Gojo's eyes. 

“Oh, good!” A voice exclaimed, in a way that made Suguru feel like it wasn’t good at all . “You’re up!” He turned to face the owner of the voice, coming back to face with the largest brown eyes he’s seen in his life. For a moment, he was reminded of an overgrown puppy as the man– fae’s – face broke out into a nervous grin. “I’m Haibara,” the male offered, reaching his hand out. Suguru stared blankly at the hand, scared to move forward and find out he still couldn't.  A large part of him was still waiting to realize this horrible ordeal was all a food-coma induced nightmare from some shitty street vendor Shoko dragged him to.  A pink hue quickly rose to Haibara's cheeks and he quickly retracted his hand, a string of rapid apologies being flung Suguru’s way. “I’m sorry, I thought it was within human customs to–”  “You were right,” Suguru cut off the male’s rambling, a large sense of relief washing over him as his own words flew off his tongue. “I just–” He shrugged, helplessly at a loss for words.

Just can't get over my best friend kidnapping me. Oh and also being a fucking magical creature. Which exist, apparently. “Where am I, exactly?”  He asked again, a fake smile easily plastering its way onto his face. The male in front of him didn't seem inhumane, manners could easily be the best way out of this hell. “The palace?”  Haibara answered with a frown as if it should be obvious. Suguru waited for him to continue. 

He didn’t. 

Suguru groaned, dragging his hand down his face.  “Am I at least in full control of myself again?” He asked, dreading the answer. He didn't even truly understand his own question, but he wasn't sure if he wanted to. Somehow, Gojo had stolen his ability to--well, exist. The reminder weighed heavy within him, his fingers tightly clutching at the sheets as if that would alleviate the emotional turmoil he was drowning under. “I believe so,” Haibara’s tone was off, something almost akin to disapproval lacing it, “The king promised he released his hold on you once you fell asleep.” “How courteous,” Suguru grumbled, voice drenched in sarcasm. "Waiting for me to be unconscious before giving me autonomy."

The two fell into a silence before Haibara’s words truly clicked within his head.

"Did you say king?" Suguru demanded, snapping his head back towards him. "As in Gojo?"

“Uh,”  The brunette chuckled, doe eyes widening even more as he looked around the room, as if to find an escape from this conversation. “He didn’t mention it then, I gather?” “You're telling me that idiotic twink with a god complex is your–” “I am not a twink–”  An indignant voice cut Suguru off and Haibara winced, quickly scooting aside from the bedside to make room for his quick exit. Suguru leveled his angry gaze at Gojo, not bothering to spare the blond man standing behind him a second glance. He paused, briefly looking at Haibara over his shoulder. “I have control over my movements, correct?” Haibara swallowed, looking at the blond man, rather than Suguru or Gojo. There was silence for a tense moment, before a glimpse of amusement flashed over his face and he nodded in Suguru's direction. “Lovely,” Suguru muttered, curling his hand into a fist and quickly moving forward to connect it to Gojo’s jaw, sending the fae king stumbling backwards with a curse. “Send me home.” He spat at him, rage boiling up within him again. “Holy shit,” He ignored the hushed whisper behind him, ignored the common sense screaming within his head, ignroed eveyrthing but the bubbling rage and betryal that was pounding at his heart, scratching at his soul. 

He trusted Gojo and he played him like a fucking fool.

“Turn your infinity back on, idiot,” The blond hissed at Gojo, a hand moving to the sword hilt by his side. Suguru had no idea what infinity was, nor did he care to know, but the sight of the weapon was enough for him to pause his approach. “It’s been on,” Gojo answered with a bright cheery grin that neither matched nor explained the horror and shock on the other two fae male's faces.. “Why'd you think I wanted to bring him home so bad?”

The blond man's lips parted to answer, but Suguru cut him off with a loud clear of his throat. “Sorry, hate to interrupt,” Suguru cut him off, eyes narrowing. “I don’t think you do–” Gojo argued. “But the human who you kidnapped–” He continued, as if the other had never spoken. “With love–” “With magic and force–”

And you say I’m dramatic–” “Just–” Suguru pressed a thumb to his forehead, breathing in deeply. Punching Gojo again would do nothing except temporarily quell his rage and possibly lead to his execution or imprisonment.   He needed to calm down, hopefully get some answers, and then beat his best friend to a bloody pulp for kidnaping him and lying to him for years.

“Explain,” he exhaled. 

“Seems pretty self-explanatory, doesn’t it?” Gojo answered with a grin. “Your home was built on the edge of a fae gate,” he rocked back on his heels, his increased fidgeting the only telltale sign he was anxious as he held up his hand “I wanted to see the human world, met you, got attached, found out you could surpass infinity, brought you home,” with each phrase he lowered a finger.

“You took control of me,” Suguru snapped at him, arms crossed over his chest. “I don’t give a fuck about all this magic shit, but–” That may have been a lie. His mind was whirling with the shock, the impossibility of it all, but the sharp sting of betrayal held more weight over him. “You took away my ability to make a fucking decision .” “Oh,” Gojo shrugged. “That.” “Maybe not the best response,” Haibara whisper- yelled from behind Suguru. “Humans are touchy about consent, try empathy." “Are fae not ?” Suguru demanded, whirling on his heel to glare at the brown eyed boy, who quickly found an interest in the tapestry behind him. “Don’t throw such a tantrum–” Suguru turned his glare back at Gojo but before he could explain that being upset over losing his autonomy was not a tantrum the male continued with a wave of his hand. “My name’s Satoru, we’re even now.” 

The air in the room seemed to still at the admission, as air within Suguru’s own body seemed to return to it. “Your stupidity should be studied by scholars,” the blond behind Gojo deadpanned. “They’d find enough research about morons to write multiple installments.”  Despite the chaos of the morning, and the confusion still running through his body, Suguru couldn’t stop himself from nodding in agreement.

[hazybisou]

21 BABY!

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mexican!reader x trevor zegras

summary: y/n turns 21 and the day just so happens to be chaos

a/n: first post!! the spanish might be shitty but i don’t give a fuck bc i used google translate instead of channeling my inner preschool self who was waaayy too fluent in spanish for a 4 year old!! ok? ok

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y/n.username 21 y la vida no podría ser mejor (ifykyk)

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jen.01 tip: don’t host your best friends 21st rager/birthday you’re kitchen island will end up looking like this

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y/n.username you volunteered to throw AND host it

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trevorzegras feliz cumpleaños a mi bebé preciosa!!!!!!!!🥰💖💖another year with you my love and many more to go! i love you and promise to always love you even if it means we have to deal with jamie and his horrible guitar skills but at least we go through it together! you’re finally 21 meaning we can go out and go to clubs and bars (without you having to use a fake id) legally and get as drunk as we’d fucking like!! words cannot explain my love for you and that attitude of yours but you know i love you!! te amo querida, cariño, bebé, hermosa, bella, amor de mi vida 🫶 all of the above

p.s. my gf so smexyyy my god 😻😻😻

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this was so fucking bad but then again it was written at 3 in the morning so…and like i had a flight to catch at six and the whole things a mess

translations:

21 y la vida no podría ser mejor - 21 and life could not get better

feliz cumpleaños a mi bebé preciosa - happy birthday to my precious baby

te amo - i love you

querida - dear

cariño - darling

bebé - baby

hermosa - beautiful

bella - beauty

amor de mi vida - love of my life

no te preocupes de eso - don’t worry about that

[kaleidoscopic-quiddity]

belated character ask game submission: 1, 12, 25 fooooorrr sugishita, tsubakino, and/or kaji

yes!! windbreaker, thank youuu

1. Why do you like or dislike this character?

sugishita: i like him because i find him funny lmao, i love that hes this grouch who Really Loves His Senpai, i love that hes this rough n rowdy delinquent but also he gets hair treatments every month, also his dynamic with sakura is top tier

tsubakino: tsubaki-chan, the love of my life!!! literally what isnt there to like about her shes a sweetheart shes a style icon shes a badass, genuinely tho shes one of the best written queer characters ive ever read in a manga thats not specifically about being queer, i adore her

kaji: i like him because hes incredibly relatable to me, as someone who struggles with anger issues myself i find kaji to be a very cathartic character, i also really love his personality and his dynamics with the other bofuurin kids

12. What's a headcanon you have for this character?

sugishita: i like to imagine that hes raised by his grandparents and that hes very much a Grandma's Boy TM, he knits with her and shares gardening tips he got from umemiya, they have afternoon tea on sundays, he just gives me that vibe yknow?

tsubakino: bc shes such a sweetheart i feel like shes always carrying around a backpack or purse with anything you might need in it. lip balm? tampons? granola bar? water bottle? hair tie? breath mint? tsubaki-chan's got you covered

kaji: he always just sits with the tamborine whenever his frieds drag him to karaoke but hes actually a very good singer!! i feel like he'd absolutely slay Ling Tosite Sigure songs

25. What was your first impression of this character? How about now?

sugishita: something along the lines of 'holy shit', i mean he literallly thREW A DESK at sakura lmao, ive always been quite fond of him tho hes just a very fun character imo

tsubakino: i was so excited when she was introduced bc i was like 'fuck yes girl delinquent' then i was like 'fUCK YES TRANS GIRL DELINQUENT', i love her sososo much shes easily one of the best wbk characters if you ask me

kaji: i liked him immediately based off of his character design and fighting style and then we learned more about him and i was like 'omg he just like me fr', prolly my fave wbk character i really really love kaji a whole lot

[sidebaxolotl]

Do you know of any good resources for dealing with gender dysphoria from a side B or Y Christian angle (i.e., not affirming sin or encouraging transition?) It's not huge in my life but sometimes it comes up and I wish I had more advice for dealing with it. A lot of the stuff I find is unhelpful because it's just plainly restating the rules with how Christianity doesn't condone gender ideology with no practical advice, is in that "how to talk to your friend who has this issue" pov, or just kinda goes "lol pray about it idk". I 100% know and stand by that biological sex is biological sex and don't think it's possible to change to the opposite sex, nor do I really want to... so it's not a matter of needing to persuade me, but it doesn't change that I still have feelings of stress and of not really living up to or fitting in with womanhood. When I'm around other women it can be really difficult because I feel so profoundly different when we should be similar. TIA

Sorry this took so long, I took the time to talk to a couple of people who had dysphoria in the past and some who didn't to get some insight.

Both the people I had talked to who had it had cited porn as a major reason why they developed it in the first place so if thats not ur experience then maybe this wont be as helpful for you 😅

They did bring up a good point that assessing where you think your dysphoria comes from from a psychiatric standpoint could help you figure out how to deal with it and i was given this link:

https://oncurrentevents.substack.com/on-gender-transition-and-psychiatric-disorders

Like for example it was pointed out to me that gd presents a lot like body dysmorphia (specifically, like eating disorders and stuff) so u might be able to use whatever coping mechanisms are used for that to help. It also seems to be a prevalent phenomenon in autistic and adhd individuals so perhaps addressing those things if you have them would help.

I was also linked to this book, the friend in question had remarked that it had helped a lot of the women he knew:

https://a.co/d/6DNWdA2

The guy I talked to said therapy had helped him as well as support from God/ his family but finding non affirming therapists that have a nuanced view on things is extremely difficult, esp if you want a Christian one. Him and I were extremely lucky in that way.

The one woman i spoke to said she quit porn and sobered off gd feelings once she realized transitioning wouldnt truly make her a boy.

I did want to be a boy when i was really young but im not super sure that counts? Idk.

For me what helped was realizing a lot of what made me not want to be a girl at that time was just a reaction to stereotypical gender roles and sexism towards women. Once i started challenging those perceptions and the ways my brain was affirming them i became way more comfortable in my body.

I also had a similar realization as sibling that I'd never truly be able to be a boy if i tried to alter my body. I could wear blue and be the night in shining armor and be a hero and still be a woman, yknow?

Also a lot of it was me being very gay and not realizing it lmaooo

I can def relate to not really fitting in with women--particularly in Christian settings I'm typically the only one who isnt hyperfemme and it can be a bit alienating.

Realizing i wasn't straight kinda helped too since the lesbian perception of womanhood is a lot more fluid than its straight counterpart. Not saying to "go gay" if you aren't but maybe looking into butch and gnc communities and framing your self-perception in that way might help?

If there are any other side b dysphoric folks reading this feel free to chime in with your own tips/resources in dealing with this stuff please!!

[ominous-feychild]

CHARACTER INTRODUCTIONS:

Waves of Misfortune

INCLUDES: mcs and zhihao

VOICELINE: “Nice to meet you, I’m ___.”

CHARACTERS: ✦ Zarina Baudelaire ✦ Hugo “Cricket” Tinoco ✦ Flavie (the Amnesiac) ✦ Benjamin “Benji” Aikawa ✦ Yesval González ✦ Zhihao (the Familiar)

WAVES OF MISFORTUNE

“Nice to meet you, I’m ___.”

ZARINA BAUDELAIRE

[dips her head slightly in acknowledgment in their direction, expression unreadable]

(matter-of-factly) "Zarina. It's a pleasure to meet you."

if it's someone she's trying to appeal to: [dips her head slightly in acknowledgment in the person's direction, face softened]

(gently, but evenly) “Zarina. It's nice to meet you.”

HUGO “CRICKET” TINOCO

[offers a warm smile and puts his hand out to shake or otherwise gives whatever form of greeting is culturally appropriate]

(warmly) “Name's Hugo. Nice to meet you.”

(calls from afar) “He means Cricket! Sorry, he gets a little confused sometimes!”

[pauses, face twitching in frustration as he looks over to meet Benji's eyes]

[grinning widely, gives an obnoxious wink]

[lets out a slow, heavy sigh, putting his face in his hand. Eyes the person off the side of his hand, trying his best to ignore Benji]

(embarrassedly) “Or... you can call me Cricket. Most everyone else on the crew does.”

FLAVIE (THE AMNESIAC)

[clumsily offers her hand for a shake or, otherwise, whatever gesture of greeting is culturally expected]

(awkwardly) “Um, I've been going by 'Flavie'. Nice to meet you?”

BENJAMIN “BENJI” AIKAWA

[offers a cocky grin and the appropriate cultural greeting]

(amusedly) “Benjamin, but you can call me 'Benji'. Nice to meet you.”

[and gives a wink]

(from afar, annoyedly) “You sure it wasn't 'Chris' or something?”

[half laughs, half scoffs, shaking his head. Stands on his tip toes as he leans to better see Cricket and cups his hand around his mouth]

(amusedly calls back) “Nah, what kinda stupid name is 'Chris'!?”

“Well, I'm 'boutta make it 'Sloth' if you don't get back to work!”

[busts out laughing]

YESVAL GONZÁLEZ

[eyeing them with an unimpressed look]

(curtly) “Yesval. If you don't need anything, go away.”

ZHIHAO (THE FAMILIAR)

[has no reason to greet anyone. Is hidden, ominously watching people from the shadows... or invisibly]

[making eye contact, lifts a paw and flops it in imitation of a wave before vanishing]

alternatively: [rolling his eyes, creates an illusion of a heavy, exasperated sigh and gets himself comfortable. Uses another illusion to 'speak']

(voice sharp and annoyed) “Yes, I am a fox. No, you may not pet me. I am a familiar, not a pet, and I will bite you if you put your hand anywhere near me.”

with Benji around: [caught peeking around a corner, from the rafters, or any sort of otherwise-hidden spot. Narrows his eyes on theirs before shrinking back into his spot or completely disappearing]

(awkwardly) “Oh, uh, that's my familiar. You can call him Zhihao, but, uh... he doesn't really talk. Y'know, on account of being a familiar. You can just, yknow... talk to me.”

[forces a laugh and a lopsided grin, awkwardly raising a hand to rub the back of his neck]

with anyone else of the crew around: [caught peeking one way or another, but quickly hides again]

(amusedly) "Oh! Yeah, that's Zhihao, Benjamin's familiar. He's always lurking around. Don't worry about him, we know he's here and he actually helps take care of rats and stuff."

NEW STORY DROP!!!

This, Waves of Misfortune (WoM), and Rising From The Ashes (RFtA) are both getting officially released to my blog soon!

Due to... current events... and the themes contained within these stories—but especially RFtA—I've decided to put my other works on halt while I instead allow myself to focus on them!

On that note, you guys are going to start seeing a lot of content for the two stories and their characters coming up!

If you'd like to be kept updated on these stories, please ask to be added to their respective taglists! I'm going to tag everyone current-ly ;D in any of my taglists for the first few posts for each story, but will drop off for anyone who doesn't voice their interest!

Dividers made by @saradika!

"Everything" taglist: @honeybewrites @the-golden-comet @illarian-rambling @ashirisu @urnumber1star

@the-letterbox-archives @48lexr @aalinaaaaaa @thecomfywriter @an-indecisive-nerd

Other taglists: @paeliae-occasionally @pluppsauthor @thelovelymachinery

Please tell me if you want to be added to Waves of Misfortune (WoM)'s permanent taglist! Otherwise you'll miss them in the future!

[losfacedevil]

Change // SFK (Pt7)

a/n ~ Sometimes I get a little too excited for the things I create and just need to get them out into the world soooo SURPRISE! Back to back updates because ya girl has no self control. This one gets a little steamy.

CATCH UP ON THE MARKET HERE!

The cool crisp night air felt heavenly against their warmed skin. They were curled up together, both sat in their respective camping chairs as they leaned into one another. 

Sophia rested her head on Sam’s shoulder as he speared a skewer through another marshmallow. He turned slightly in his chair, a childlike grin kissing his lips as he held the skewer out to her. 

“For you, m’lady.” He chuckled, leaning forward to place a soft and tentative peck against her cheek. She beamed up at him, breaking from his embrace and leaned forward to crisp the sweet morsel over the fire. 

“Maybe just one more. If we eat any more s’mores we’re going to be up all night sick.” She giggled, turning just in time to see him jut his bottom lip out in a pout. She shook her head lightly, reaching over to cup his chin in her hand. 

“You wouldn’t want our first real night alone together to be ruined by a couple of belly aches now, would you?” She cooed, running her thumb over his pouted lips. He smiled softly at her, shaking his head gently as her thumb began to dance over the cool skin of his cheek. Sam nuzzled his cheek against her palm, reveling in the warmth that radiated off of it and his body danced to life with nerves.  

“No, I uh —“ he trailed off, clearing his throat briefly. 

“suppose we wouldn’t want that, huh?” He chuckled. 

Sophia kept her eyes trained on his face as his eyes fluttered shut, his long thick lashes kissing the apples of his cheeks and he nuzzled his cheek against her hand again. She pulled a deep breath in through her nose and a soft smile tugged at the corners of her lips. She fought the urge to lean forward and capture his lips with hers, not wanting to overstep any boundaries that danced across the blurred lines of their friendship. 

“You’re staring.” His soft voice shook her from her thoughts and she took a moment to let her eyes refocus on his big brown downturned doe eyes. 

“Am not.” She whispered, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth to try and hide the guilty smile pulling gently across her lips. Sam raised his brows, nodding gently in the direction of the fire. 

“Yes, you are. So much so you’ve charred the life out of that poor marshmallow.” He chuckled, reaching his foot out to tip the stick fully into the flame of the fire. Her jaw slackened a bit, eyes wide as the stick became fully engulfed in the flame.

“Oops. I um, I didn’t mean to do that.” She mumbled, quickly dropping her hand from his cheek and silently thanking the darkness of the night for hiding the crimson blush she felt spreading across her face and down her neck. 

Sam watched on as her demeanor changed.  She slowly collapsed in on herself, eyes glazed over and she kept them fully trained on the fire. The hand resting closest to him balled into a fit, digging her fingernails into the skin of her palm and and visibly clenched her jaw. Sam fought the nervous giggles that bubbled in his chest, not wanting to upset her any further. 

“Hey.” He kept his voice light, soft enough to be heard but not loud enough to startle but she jumped anyway as he laid his hand over her clenched fist. He saw the gleam return to her eyes as she slowly came back to the conscious realm. 

“It’s okay, I’m not upset. It’s just a marshmallow! We have a whole bag of them. Plus if we ate anymore we would get sick right? Isn’t that what you said? No belly aches on your watch! That’s what my mom would call your inner mama instincts. Messing something up but it’s for the best sometimes Yknow? I know it’s hard and that he’s got your brain all jumbled but it’s okay. Yeah? You’re okay. We’re not gonna worry about a silly marshmallow.” 

He gently pried his fingers into her clenched fist, running the pads of them soothingly over the little indents her nails had made in her skin. She pulled a deep breath in through her nose, slowly relaxing her muscles she hadn’t even realized she had tended in the moment and let her body slump back in her camping chair. 

“You’re nervous. I make you nervous.” She mumbled, trying to pull her hand away to no avail. Sam couldn’t help the noise that escaped him, letting his thumb dance in a soothing motion over the inside of her wrist. 

“Hell yeah you do, you make me more nervous than I’ve ever been around a girl. But it’s… it’s not… uh, a bad type of nervous. It’s… it’s the kind of nervous where I think you’re gonna vanish if I make one wrong move because of what you’ve been through. It’s the giddy kind of nervous the ‘I get to see her/she messaged me/ I don’t know what to do with myself because there’s so many butterflies in my stomach I think I’m gonna puke kind of nervous.” Sam’s eyes grew wide as he realized he couldn’t stop the word vomit escaping him, fear beginning to bloom in his eyes as he realized just how easily she could be scared away. 

Sophia turned in her seat, tears threatening to pool in her eyes as she met Sam’s gaze. She studied him for a moment, the fear bloomed in his slightly hooded eyes trampling down any other feeling in that moment. She lifted her free hand, pressing to his lips and leaned in slightly. 

“Shh.” 

He wasn’t sure what had come over him as he wrapped his large hand around her petite wrist and removed her hand from his face; gently placing it on his shoulder. He reached forward, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as he silently calculated his movements and leaned forward; gently capturing her lips with his before either of them could form a coherent thought.

Sophia’s eyes grew wide as she registered what was happening and slowly melted into his touch. He let his hand slip down to her neck, holding her in place before peeking an eye open cheekily to see her reaction. She couldn’t help the giggles that slipped past her nose as she saw his eye open and let her own flutter shut, scooting forward in her chair. 

Sam pulled back, his thumb dancing over the cool skin of her neck and he gauged her reaction. Her cheeks burned red, a soft smile playing across her lips as she kept her eyes shut, fully processing what had happened. His lips were pressed together in a tight line and he puffed his cheeks, waiting for her to open her eyes. 

“We should uh, we should probably douse this fire and head inside before the buggies start eating us alive.” She giggled, leaning down to pick up the trash around her feet. Sam took the cue and stood, turning to make his way to the hose mounted to the side of her house. 

“You can just douse it and leave the hose off the mount for the night. I’ll meet you inside.” Sophia called, glancing over her shoulder at him as she made her way inside. 

~*~*~

“You only like me cause I made you pickles.” He joked, spearing another pickle coin with his fork. She shook her head, carefully chewing the food in her mouth before speaking around it. 

“Lies! I liked you before that.” She giggled, covering her mouth with her hand. Sam shook his head, munching on the pickle on his fork. 

“Oh yeah, you liked my peach jam first, that’s right.” She rolled her eyes, tossing her fork into the sink and quickly closed the jar of pickles. 

“There’s a lot to like about you other than the things you create. Those are just a plus. Do you want a water?” She giggled, turning to her fridge. 

“You only like me for my brains and magic hands, I see how it is.” He couldn’t help the boisterous laugh that escaped him, reaching out to grab the water she held over her shoulder towards him. 

“Magic hands huh? Wanna show me how magic those hands can be?” She mumbled, straightening her back and quickly slamming the fridge door shut. She knew her cheeks were glowing a crimson red, the tips of her ears on fire and she waited for him to process what had been said. 

“I… what?” He nearly choked on the water he was chugging, reaching up to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth. 

“Nothing! That anklet is beautiful by the way, it looks so good with my other one.” She cooed, pulling her pant leg up just enough for the light to catch on the dainty gold chains. 

Sam pulled his bottom lip between his teeth as his eyes slowly danced down her figure and came to rest on her ankle. He bent his knee, tapping his thigh in a silent request. She humored him, slipping her foot out of her shoe before placing it up against his thigh. 

He pulled a deep breath in through his nose and ran his finger along the dainty gold chains. He couldn’t help the way his eyes danced up the length of her leg and shyly met her gaze as he pushed her pant leg up just a little more to expose her leg. He was testing the waters, carefully caressing her calf muscle with just the tips of his fingers. 

“You behave now.” She giggled, dropping her foot to the floor and took a step forward, closing the distance between them. He knew his cheeks burned red as he stared down his nose at her. She wrapped her arms around his middle carefully and rested her chin against his sternum. 

Sam didn’t hesitate his movements, quickly reaching out to cup her cheeks in his hand and he leaned down, carefully placing a kiss against her forehead. An audible sigh escaped her as she melted into his embrace, her legs becoming jelly beneath her weight. 

“You smell good.” She mumbled, fully engulfed in the scent that was undeniably him.

His hands still rested safely against her cheeks and his thumbs danced long her cheek bones, sending a subtle shiver down her spine. Sam wasn’t sure what came over him as he pulled back slightly and leaned down, capturing her lips with his once more. 

Sophia couldn’t help the giggles that slipped past her nose as loose strands of Sam’s hair tickled against her ears, keeping her grounded as his tongue peeled out though his lips. He danced it gently against her bottom lip and a sigh of relief escaped him as she parted her lips and allowed him access. 

His tongue danced tentatively with hers, testing uncharted waters as she reached up and wrapped her arms around his neck. Sam bent at the waist, wrapping his arms around her thighs and lifted her up, taking a step forward and placed her gently onto the counter top. 

She broke away from the kiss, labored breathing keeping her from the naughty things her mind wanted her to do. A gasp escaped her as his kiss swollen lips trailed their way across her cheek, down her jaw and found a home on her neck. Soft kisses turning into nipped teeth and gently suckling before Sam pulled back and placed his forehead against hers. 

“Tell me to stop because I don’t know if I can control myself.” He mumbled, tangling his fingers in the hair at the nape of her neck as he began to come back into the conscious realm. 

“Behave, sweet boy. You don’t want to have too many stories to go back and tell Danny, do you?” She giggled, leaning forward to peck the tip of his nose as an embarrassed look kissed his features. 

“Hey! I don’t tell Danny everything.” He grumbled, crossing his arms over his chest.

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hi! i was just wondering if you had any tips on how to like survive university ;-; i already have stimulants and they help most of the time, with the boring bits. but yeah, it's been pretty tough and overwhelming. im a stem major if that helps. as always, thank you for answering all of my questions~

btw, your cat is so, so adorable! love how she just fits into the box sfdhsjkaadgha

she's actually my boyfriend's and she is so gorgeous and also such a menace.... anyway i don't know how helpful i can be here; i actually went to an undergrad that specifically did not teach by lectures because i find them so intolerable and unhelpful lol, and also i had several active chemical addictions and grad school is kind of its own can of worms. i tend to do best when i can go away and read / write about something on my own time, with an instructor and classmates as kind of consultants or people to bounce ideas off of. i don't think it's unusual at all to struggle with the way that most universities structure their coursework; it's not friendly or navigable for most people, and there are also really high barriers to getting any sort of accomodation. i guess my best general advice here would be to just do as much as you need to do to get the degree you need, and any additional work is basically only valuable to the extent that you're deriving some kind of intrinsic reward from it. like, if you want to apply to grad school then your grades matter, but besides that, basically nobody will ever know or care. you don't get an asterisk beside your name for the rest of your life that says how hard you worked in university, yknow? just do what you gotta do, let yourself off the hook for the rest, and remember the institution is not your friend and you don't owe it shit