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AM thinking that if shri’iia had not been kidnapped by the nautiloid she would’ve still been tadpoled and enthralled by the absolute just because they were targeting drows and I’m thinking shri’iia’s matriarch had told her to investigate the drows that have disappeared like specifically a baenre highborn and her army disappeared when they went to the surface? that’s sus and her matriarch is like in everyone’s business anyway. SO in like a companion au if she isn’t recruited, shri’iia become one of the absolute goons you see in moonrise. probably a guard or something. likewise, i like to imagine in her playthrough she’s kind of like 🧍♂️ once they’ve visited moonrise and she saw that most of the guards there were the drows she was sent out to investigate. kind of like oh so THATS what happened to them. then when she finds that journal in ketheric’s desk talking abt how they were specifically targeting drow exiles she’s like …huh.
#but something about how the absolute promises love and power to her followers and how that would be SO appealing to lolth sworn drows bc#lolth is anything but that … like ik they’re all brainwashed but I’m so 😵💫😵💫😵💫😵💫 at the concept of them being willing to jump ship when#they’re promised love bc it’s something that they don’t get from their goddess …#and lolth’s relationship with the drows being an allegory of domestic abuse bc she’s the reason why they were exiled at the first place …#and she treats them like dog shit and keeps them paranoid and fearful but they stay with her anyway#and to reroute it back to shri’iia - her projecting Lolth on The Matriarch and their relationship being similar in nature#but it’s less physical abuse and more of a mental manipulation#like her Matriarch keeping her isolated so shri’iia becomes codependent#which she DID. and she still is. so when she broke her oath she literally did not know what to do#then she goes into that whole journey of reclaiming her self agency bc she used to just think of herself#her person / her body as a vessel to carry out her Oath and her Oath was the only thing that mattered to her#and it DEFINED her. like that’s her entire existence. but now it’s gone so she has to learn be a person again or else she’ll spiral#so now she is…!! and it’s a long journey but one worth taking ..#also I imagine she never had any boundaries when it came to The Matriarch so she is def learning the power of the word No#and learning what she likes to do instead of being down for whatever the person wants to do#bc she just wants to please them so badly#every time I think of her animal sona I’m like a bunny would be so cute but lbr she is a dog. a hound even
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finally finished orv after two years . . . what do i do with my life now
#started in junior year hs dropped it for a while then started reading again at the start of this semester and now im finally done !#dont know whether to cheer or just crumple up and start crying bc wow that was a ride#i thought the ending was tragic but then i moved on to the epilogue and oh my godd#the way kdj was crying and miserable bc he missed his companions and he wanted to be with them so Badly#but when kimcom finally Finally chase him down and come back to him theyre too late and hes already disspitated into other world lines#and after that like. whenever kdj pulls some shit and dies the next chapter always starts with an ‘i’#and hes back and alive and kicking and Thinking but after that epilogue chapter there isnt a chapter in his pov theres no more ‘i’s and.#it just made me incredibly sad bc we dont get to see his pov ever again bc hes truly gone unless we as a reader can imagine him alive again#anyways sad things aside it is Incredibly funny that lee hyunsung just became a wanted man in the 1865th round lmaoo#+ uriel sun wukong and black flame dragon forming a band together ??? truly the most randomest thing in the epilogue#++ yoohankim need to stop beating the shit out of e/o and learn to talk their feelings out Please#+++ sooyoung’s love for dokja has me miserable o-|-< she would wait for him an eternity write for him an eternity im so sad#three times she endlessly wrote a novel for him to read three times she waited to see him for so long <//3#you bet im imagining the happiest conclusion i can for them#they WILL live happily ever after in that big house together as long as i have something to say about it!#orv
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I can't sleep x_x
#my mom is most likely being fired this morning#her boss has had it out for her since basically day one and they sent her home early friday#her and my dad just went into a bunch of new debt to start a business#but they dove into this business idea without much of a budget#i proposed to my mom that they start a spreadsheet to keep track of what they buy for the business#and she said that sound like a pain in the ass#but dear mother you know what's a bigger pain in the ass? being homeless bc you couldn't afford your mortgage anymore 🙃#i so badly want them get their shit together#i want to yell and kick and scream until they make a proper fucking budget#my parents have already had at least one bankruptcy in their life#i would like for them to avoid another#make a budget make a budget make a budget holy shit please make a budget#yes you cannot budget ur way out of poverty#but if you dont at least know your minimum monthly costs you're fucking yourself over so bad
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Daz is still in the hidden room, working on the code with Innit– which is surreally nostalgic– when Aster suddenly shouts at him.
“You planned to kill me just because I didn’t buy your act?! What the fuck is wrong with you?”
He squints up at the traitor, needing a few moments to recalibrate to sudden conversation.
“Oh,” he says, blinking. “You were a threat. You still are, technically.”
Aster glares at him, and Daz rolls his eyes. “Save your bullshit. The more you talk, the less able I am to work on the damn code.”
Naturally, Aster is suspicious of that. “Code for what, some new sociopathic plan of yours?” Daz shoots back, “Innit and I are working on making its body, actually. Y’know, the thing you pushed for so bad?”
Suddenly, the bastard is in his personal space. He’s got one palm against his shoulder like he’s keeping him pinned back and growls, “You did something, didn’t you?”
It’s surprising to see him get so handsy. “Don’t fucking touch me–” “What did you do, asshole? We both know that you wouldn’t suddenly decide to be a decent fucking person without a reason. So– what. Did. You. Do.”
Daz’s sight is hijacked to see the past again.
Aster suddenly stops dead in his tracks in the middle of doing work in his office. He’s fumbling with his com, scrolling through the player list as fast as he can with trembling hands. His face has gone ashen and his thoughts are–
Fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck c’mon, c’mon you bastard, tell me you haven’t done it yet!
A shaky laugh escapes from Aster, but he only takes a moment to revel in the overwhelming sense of relief he feels. Not dead yet. Thank fuck…I might actually become religious from this.
Aster takes a sharp inhale and then quickly flicks through his com to find a specific menu, one Daz knows too well. It’s the one for activating remote stasis chambers, and thus the only way most of them can access the Council HQ.
I might kill you myself for this, though. Fuck, Daz– why do you have to be so broken…?
…Was that how Aster reacted when he saw that Daz was about to get himself killed for good?
A twinge of guilt threatens to tug at him, but he bats it away easily.
None of that would have happened if Aster stayed in his own fucking lane, after all.
He’s yanked to the future, which he knows is the future because Future-Aster is looking at Future-Daz, and he looks older.
Plus there’s the whole– sappy emotions, and the earcuff in Future-Daz’s ear.
The eventual version of himself is asleep on a couch that Daz hasn’t seen before. The room is unfamiliar, too– is this where they live?
Actually, from what he can see of a window, he sees some of those trees Aster loves so damn much. He must have remodeled the traitor’s house, then.
The weirdest part is that there’s a kid conked out on Future-Daz’s chest. She looks pretty young, maybe only four or so. Her hair is done up in pigtails and ribbons.
The ribbons are what gives it away, though. Daz knows his own handiwork, and he knows he’d be gun shy about giving anything like that to anyone, but especially to a kid.
Any kid but his own, that is.
…Shit, they have a kid? That’s so fucking weird!
Future-Aster thinks to himself, She looks just like him. I guess I’m just used to kids who are adopted; it still catches me by surprise. That’s genetics for you.
Daz is suddenly thrown back to the present again, reeling at the baffling and surreal implication that they– what, get a surrogate?
Uhhhg. Gross, on multiple levels. In no way shape or form does he want to– have any of that, and especially not with Aster!
Said bastard grips his shoulder and repeats, “I asked you a question–”
It’s not worth hiding it. He can’t effectively torment him without spilling the beans, anyway. “Made a deal with the Showrunner. I work on Innit’s body, meaning Innit can work on its body, and in exchange I see the same shit you do.”
There’s a long moment of silence, and then Aster scoffs and steps away. “You’re such a petty bastard.”
Even though it might prove his point, he retorts, “That’s not what you say at our wedding, you know.”
“Are you seriously going to–” Voice flipping to a mimickry of how Aster sounds, he recites, “ ‘I won’t say ‘til death do us part’. Death is too soon to let you go, so…instead? Instead, I’ll follow you through a hundred thousand lifetimes. Death, rebirth, oblivion– I don’t care. As long as you’re there, and as long as you want me…? I’ll follow you,’ ” Daz smugly tells him.
Aster glares at him with a surprising amount of venom, and then answers, “ ‘You stole my heart, but I can’t even be mad. Nothing in my life has been as good as you. Your devotion is the balm against the long, miserable, lonely years before I was with you. I can take on gods with you at my side, but without you I’m less than nothing. What I want more than anything is the die of old age in our sleep at the same as you. I love you to the point of madness; to the point of ruin.’ “
Goddamnit.
The bastard folds his arms over his chest. “You want to go low? I’ll match you. I’m not quietly putting up with your shit any more, Daz.”
He scoffs. “This’ll be fun to talk about eventually.” “Oh, I’m sure we’ll laugh and laugh over what an insufferable sociopath you used to be.” “No, I mean–”
Wait a minute.
He pauses. “...Have you seen anything big aside from the wedding and the– whatever the fuck you saw that had the suits?” “Christmas celebration, and no. Why, what did you–”
The wary question is cut off by Aster’s eyes suddenly going wide.
“Oh fuck no,” the bastard breathes. “A kid?!”
Uhhhhg, of course the Showrunner would decide to show him the damn kid.
He rolls his eyes. “Great, there goes that plan–” “To not tell me we have a goddamned child?!” “Well, evidently you adore her.” “I had fucking better, given she’s named after me!”
“Bullshit. She’s– uhg, apparently we do some shit with a surrogate–” “Then look up what ‘Azira’ means. Go on, I dare you.” Aster tells him.
He’d sound threatening if Daz wasn’t immune to him by now.
With a scoff, he pulls open one of the databases they use.
…Fuck. It means ‘a rising star’.
As he glowers at his com, Aster tells him, “I remember because it's a name related to stars. You know– my whole thing?”
“Clearly, I take pity on you and throw you a bone because I'm the biological dad.”
Aster stares at him, an odd expression on his face. “I– the rest of how fucked it is aside? That tracks. If I did love you and did decide to start a family with you, I'd rather– uhg, our kids, as gross as that feels to say– I would rather they have a shot at your freakish intelligence.”
…Huh. That's weirdly mature of him to admit.
“Granted, they'd also be at risk for inheriting your sociopathy, so maybe not. Tell me– was that genetic, or learned from your monster of a brother?”
Aaaaand there’s the loss of any goodwill that gained.
Sneering, he shoots back, “I know that about as well as you know if your stupidity is genetic.”
Aster’s gaze narrows, and he grabs a fistful of Daz’s shirt. “Careful, you don't want to piss me off.”
“Or what?”
A slow, ominous smile curls up on the bastard's lips.
��You made it so that nobody else can be an effective sparring partner for you. That means you're going to get your ass handed to you if you keep fucking around.”
He laughs in his face. “That’s your big threat?! Oh, honey…that's pathetic. You can't fully beat me up, you'll look like an asshole.”
Aster’s smile only grows. “You underestimate me, Daz. You always have.”
Is that really what he thinks?
Daz might have manipulated him, sure– but he always saw Aster as someone with potential.
That's why he extended a hand for the Council. It's why he pushed and bullied and forced Aster to grow.
Left to his own devices, he would be a fraction of the person Daz helped shape him into.
Aster, for years, held the most vital role in his plans. Daz never would have let someone he deemed unworthy control the Swords and Shields, nor hinge his last resort on them.
As little as he likes the traitor…Aster is competent, determined, and surprisingly humble.
He scoffs, “You understand me even less than before.”
With that, he forcibly removes Aster’s hand and gets up.
…Only to get hit with a dizzy spell and start going down immediately.
Aster catches him, probably without even meaning to. “Daz?”
Huh, he actually sounds worried.
Blinking dark spots from his eyes, he shoves his wrist upwards to look at his console. It takes a few tries to get it right, which he’s aware is a problem.
He struggles to focus enough to see the time, but Innit notes with surprise, it’s been sixteen hours since you ate. Were we really here for that long…?
Ohhhhh. Yeah, that’d do it.
He mumbles, distantly aware that the words aren’t coming out right, “Big pr’ject. N’t used to it. Forgot t’eat.”
He’s set down on the couch with a surprising amount of gentleness, considering they were fighting just a moment ago.
“I’ll be right back,” Aster tells him, going back through the passage he came from.
Right, sure.
Daz closes his eyes to fight the way his body is suddenly screaming at him to take care of it. He’s exhausted, starving, and sore from both the repetitive motions and not moving around much.
There’s the sound of a throat being cleared, and when he opens his eyes, two sandwiches are being held out to him.
…Huh. He didn’t actually think Aster would come back.
He grabs them and damn near inhales the food, ditto for the water he’s given.
Finally feeling a bit better now that he’s sitting and with something in his stomach, he asks Aster, “...Why?”
A long, tired sigh comes from the other Tommy, who sinks down next to him on the couch. “...I think you’re a petty, selfish bastard. But I don’t you to suffer,” Aster tells him, brow furrowed a little.
Weird.
“I still hate you for seeing in my head.” “Aren’t we even for that? I’ve explained my reasons. I reluctantly agreed once the wish was brought up; you did this all on your own our of petty spite.”
That gives him pause. “...You never mentioned it was reluctant.”
Aster stares at him in bafflement. “I was ready to refuse, but it’s a literal fucking reality warping wish– one I can hand over to anyone I want. There’s– shit, Daz, I might not have known but it was being offered by the god of time and reality. And fuck knows what else they reside over!”
He hates that he has a good point.
“I thought you jumped on the chance to pry my head open.” “I hated the idea, actually. I know you’ve secretive and I didn’t want to invade your privacy. But I assumed, stupidly, that I’d just– be told things. Like how Observers ask questions. In what fucking way was I supposed to know that I’d see things, and be in your head? I knew you’d be mad, but I, again stupidly, figured that you could recognize that the wish was worth the mortifying ordeal of being known.”
Daz knows he’s sulking as he mutters, “You could have asked me.” “Really didn’t feel like that was an option. Would you want to tell the Showrunner ‘please wait while I call up the guy you hate for permission’?”
Goddamnit.
See?! I told you he’s a good person!
“Shut up,” Daz mutters, scrubbing at his face. “I don’t need you yammering in my ear, too.”
Stop being a dick ‘cause I was proven right yet again. You always ignore me and it always fucks you over.
Aster asks, “Innit talking?” “Mhm. I’m not acting your gofer, you’ll have plenty of time to talk soon enough.”
There’s a little bit of blessed silence, and Daz feels his eyes getting heavy.
Fuck, he doesn’t want to fall asleep like this. But he’s tired, and…
And, as little as he wants to admit it, it’s nice to have someone next to him.
A small, stupid, childish part of him wants to ask Aster to stay right here so he might not be tormented by nightmares.
But also, he’d rather die than voice that tiny desire.
There’s a little disappointment as the other him starts moving, but it was inevitable.
Then he’s scooped up.
He sputters, “Wh– what the fuck?!” “Unfortunately for you, I know what you want. Even worse, I’m not enough of an asshole to refuse,” Aster tells him, just before tossing him onto the bed.
His heart hammers. “If you try anything weird–” Giving him a withering look, Aster snaps, “The fuck do you take me for? No, asshole, I’m dealing with your nightmares, insomnia, and touch starvation in one fell swoop.” The bastard undoes his shoes and flops down.
Oh hell no.
He tries to get up, but Aster yanks him back down. “I don’t trust you to get home on your own, and you’ll sleep like shit anyway. If you’re doing something nice– even if it’s for extremely fucked up reasons– I’m rewarding that by letting you actually fucking sleep for once in– what, four years or so?”
…It sucks that he can’t muster up the energy to fight this more seriously.
But, gods, real sleep sounds amazing. And his body is screaming for it, practically forcing it on him already.
So, reluctantly, he lets Aster wrap his arms around him and start messing with his hair.
“You can go back to being an insufferable asshole tomorrow. For now, just take this with a little grace.”
Daz can’t reply, because he’s already out like a light.
#chronotag#dazzlingvoid#shiningaster#innerinnit#yes they decide to have a kid in Sorrow#she's adorable and she 500% manipulates Lumen | Aster#(who remains oblivious btw. he's just wrapped around her finger that hard.)#(that is HIS BABY GIRL!!)#Nova | Lumen meanwhile is pleased she's putting her lessons to good use. but sees through her most of the time#her tactic with him is just Logic. if she can come up with a good enough argument then Nova will probably let her get what she wants#they get a surrogate bc they both have a lot of trauma related to lack of a (good) family/abandonment btw#so it's deeply meaningful to them to have a kid they spent years planning for and who they want so badly and who has a blood tie to them#Aster WILL have Very Complicated Feelings when he realizes that Azira won't ever be a part of his life btw#anyway. yeah Daz doesn't do shit by halves!! he said he's do it so he's doing it#also sooner it's done = sooner he can be free of Innit#and a glimmer of them getting along! Daz will probably go back to being a bastard when he's awake tho
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it's bp complaining hours. how the fuck does yg continously fumble genuinely talented idols. it's so obvious they put zero effort into giving bp anything to work with and just coast on name recognition. "they don't even try!" lisa is known to be one of the hardest working idols and yet yg can't give her a fucking comeback. don't get me started on their choreography. what the fuck is going on there. it's worse than how all their songs are now just "teddy and bekah boom"
#☢️.txt#I DONT EVEN DISLIKE TEDDY AND BEKAH BOOM. I JUST WANT TO SEE THEM GET SOMETHING WITH THOUGHT#yg can we PLEASE have an actual concept. some thought. can we go back to lovesick girls that was so fucking good#but also the choreography is. they do not give them anything to work with. combined with 3 out of 4 preferring to focus on vocals#lisa always gives her all in dancing but the others??? rose clearly wants to lean into that ''indie'' vibe + jisoo has always focused on#her vocals. and jennie just... i cant stop thinking of her miss korea performance#she seems so GENUINELY happy during that performance. and it actually kinda adds up seeing as shes the other rapper in bp#and if shes decided shes more interested in being a live vocalist but yg is being yg about it.#the thing is i know it sounds absurd bc bp is INSANELY famous and on their own powerful#but i still think of 2ne1 and how yg outright fucked them over#again. how the fuck did yg fumble CL so badly??????#(i know how they did. they thought she was ugly)
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you ever just see a post and just
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#Worst emoji combo ever but it’s gon be such big depression hours down here so scroll if you want im on the brink of throwing up#don’t you just bloody love it how over the past 3 years you’ve only seen people the large total of…. 4 times!!! An average of seeing someon#outside of school 1.3 times per year!! What a bloody fantastic way to spend your teenage years!#Don’t you also just love it when people talk right to you about how they all went out together over the weekend and like did some stupid#shit like your average high schooler would do and you’re just like “oh. I went to my 1 and a half hour long dance class and got ignored the#entire time and when you did try to talk they just spoke over you” oh my fucking god I hate that place so much even the teacher fucking#ignores me once we were going in a circle and she was asking everyone what they got for Christmas and I was in the middle of the circle so#thought hey maybe someone will actually acknowledge my existence but she fucking ignored me and went to next person like why the fuck#And now I’m debating staying in that shithole bc I was invited to a gc for that class and I stupidly thought that someone might want me#There. I wasn’t even invited I secretly scanned the qr code to join over someone else’s shoulder#everyone else there is the best of bloody friends and I’m just there talking to one friend who I don’t even think is my friend#“Hey man I’m really fucking sad rn can I talk to you” “womp womp have you heard stupid fact no.3848594 about my ocs while I ignore you when#you talk about anything else about me” oh my god shut up literally no one else sane would see someone like that their closest friend rn#At least someone wants to talk to me#Like what is it that makes people not want to see my please just tell me I’ll change I’m amazing at changing my personality to fit others#promise me on that I’ve done it my entire life#Even just messaging me more than once every year and I’d consider you my best friend this is how bad I’m getting#What is so bloody bad about me that no one else likes I don’t care how badly you fucking word it just something#It shouldn’t be normal to wish death on people you call your mates bc you heard about them all going out together without you#Oh dear did the gc’s without me in it there’s one for every friend group I’ve ever been in why isn’t there one for the main group I’m in rn#Idfc anymore just tell me what I’m doing wrong I keep asking people if they want to go out or how far away they live from some place#And it’s always met with ignoring me talking over me or immediately changing the subject#Please if you’re someone I know irl what the fuck am I doing fucking wrong I can’t fucking do this anymore be as mean as you like#Why the fuck does no one ever want to be around me why do I hear so much about stuff others are doing together but never me#It shouldn’t be normal to prefer being in a toxic relationship than what I’m in rn#I fucking hate everything
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attempt was made ! all replies will be queued and i think anything holiday related won't expire for me unless you don't want the ask answered. like last month ! they'll just go under the 'seasonal / holiday' title on my asks because the brain fog is real / life amping up so ! also i think mi.zuki is the most smug santa .
also this was last year but still . love reindeer mi.zuki and san.ta a.iba. in my post-canon verse (which is divergent) they're still partners but shared also with d.ate obviously ! i think people should give them a chance since a.iba is a very very solid support system for mi.zuki and mi.zuki keeps aiba amused and can keep up with her in her own way, it's one of the few good things i liked about a.ini. oh well sometime i'll talk about how important a.iba is to her ! plus, the unlimited psyncs are hilarious and show their bond and they bounce off each other's wit and chaotic natures honestly. or rather they bring out the chaos in each other. different bonds but no less important imho ! but yeah i'll post this again later uh...closer to the holidays i guess ?
#idk there's so much vitriol about her having a.iba like...ai.ba canonly adores mi.zuki and supports her even when#mi.zuki hasn't lost her eye . . . please let mi.zuki have some support....#it's not like she isn't being shared with d.ate still !#the bonds are no less powerful !#might do a few things but i'll def take it easy tomorrow bc birthday which i kinda....always forget is coming until it smacks me in the fac#𝐎𝐎𝐂 *ೃ༄ what looks gone but comes back even stronger.#who never got the parental b.ond canonly in a.i1 ? and a.iba always in every route is so fond of her sorry i'm just...sad#tra.shing mizu.ki bc she also uses ai.ba when i /know/ mor.e probably than mos.t as a mi.zuki writer like other mi.zuki writers how BADLY#a.ini is? is just not good. she's allowed to grow up. she's allowed to have a hamster support and partner with her and share her with d.ate#like i love everyone but her being only a roommate canonly is really upsetting in res route.#sorry sometimes i'm just like.....idk the double standards yikes#grabbing mi.zuki and ir.is and am.ame and ki.zuna in my hands#u deserve the world . . . oh grabs hi.tomi . .#i think some.day either d.ate retires and a.iba is the convenient family ai.ball she always has been for them or#mi.zuki if she gets an ai.ball i hope it's rabbit shaped she'd freak out lmao#or like clione shaped ???#rabbit tho . . .#also holding b.oss and ta.ma in my hands#ai1 may be one of my all time fave games but that doesn't mean i don't want mi.zuki to grow up and evolve i guess is my tag wall#like she will not be 12 forever.
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I have had one of those days today. You know those days where multiple things go wrong together and it cumulates into a cloud of awfulness.
I can't even sit and process and be sad because I've been so busy and will continue to be busy for the next three days.
But perhaps it helps in the sense that I don't dwell on it too much? But that just means it'll hit me hard when I do sit and dwell, rip.
#had one thing blow up very badly#was super upset and was like okay this will take a few days to fix#then my grandma died the next day#then had another issue the day after#the last three days have been AWFUL#I'm volunteering but like only one person knows my grandma died#I don't even want to tell people to explain my sad bc then it'll be real#it's not that I'm not comfortable telling them#I'm just#i haven't processed it yet#plus the other two things and it's so much#i vented to my cousin#she responded by sending me money so i can buy myself something nice#lol#she's cute like that#it helped#momentarily#and now it's back#ughhh#and we have a guest at home so i can't even collapse to sit and cry#i just#i want to be alone at home please
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i think being super blurry also makes it 1000x harder to figure out what we want to eat
#help we've been drowning in blur for the past week we can't keep anyone in front we need something to Force someone into front-#except the people who usually come to front when we do that NEED A BREAK 😭 PERCY PLEASE JUST REST 😭#they still can't let go of host duties it's been over a year now since they decided they were retiring 😭 STAY RETIRED#and paradox owen specifically is exhausted and falling apart from. watching over Percy up until they retired#both of them were so incredibly stressed out by host duties for so long they really just need a long break#and we're all trying to work to give them that they need it badly#but uh. none of us know the system quite as well and know how it functions#percy was so concerned over potentially causing another host to get burnt out from being host too long#that they never bothered to teach anyone else how to do it#they're too protective they don't want everyone else to get stressed too#unfortunately that has now led to. not enough people knowing how host stuff works#we wanted to let go of having a host but forgot that meant we have to teach Everyone how to do that stuff#if everyone's in charge everyone has to also be able to have admin powers not just the hosts and gatekeepers#Voidworks and helios are kind of getting there and Kacey was also for a while but we haven't. seen Kacey in weeks#which sucks coz the last time Kacey fronted she was so excited to watch pirate anime and then instantly dipped out of front#so she never got to watch her pirate show#we've been putting off watching the show bc we want her to at least be in cocon
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please fucking look at this cat my buddy found who he or i might take in
#shes so fucking cute. shes SO FUCKING CUTE.#cats#black cats#i want her so bad ever since the three pets that were mine all died horribly within one month ive been desperate for a cat of my own#ever since my childhood cat had a random stroke and died one day ive just had this daydream every single day that id find a stray cat and#take it in#and my parents love to drive home the fact that their cats (i live with them) are THEIR cats anf not even slightly mine#so im like. please. i want a cat of my own so fucking badly#i dont feel like i own any of 'my' things bc everything i own was either gifted or bought by my parents and will have to stay when i move#out#idk. i feel like i have nothing!! i want a pet thats just mine!! and this girl showed up right when shit is horrific in my life!!!!#she feels like a gift!!!#even if my buddy keeps her instead of me keeping her she just feels like such a gift such a blessing and ill be overjoyed as long as shes in#my life somehow#im begging and pleading to my parents and theyre saying no but like. i am going to keep begging and pleading#bc thinking about her going to the shelter just makes me feel like im about to fucking burst into tears#i feel like crying in joy every time i see her and then any time i think about how she might have to Go i feel like sobbing my eyes out#but ive rambled enough#yew branch#ill keep my 8 followers updated on if i get to have her or if my buddy gets to have her#fav#<- so that i can find this whenever bc i love her i love these pics
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sza open arms but it’s shri’iia’s relationship with lolth specifically this part
#please put a leash on me anyway….. who needs self esteem anyway…………………….!!!!!!!#the way I treat her relationship with lolth (and her matriarch bc she projects lolth on her) and her Oath is like this toxic abusive#relationship where she is So copedent on the other and she wants to Please and follow them so badly that she disregards her own self sm#like to the point where her own sense of self/individuality is so divorced from herself bc she just thinks that she’s Made to follow this#oath and her body is a tool for them to use so she doesn’t really care what they do with it bc as long as she’s following her oath she’s#content. since to her her oath is literally everything you know and it just so happens that her oath is centered around following her#goddess and her matriarch.. like the option to Not Follow them was so unfathomable that when she actually does it it’s out of her own will#and when she bears the brunt of that consequence she doesn’t know what comes next bc she never knew she could do That u know ….#anyway I think conceptualising her relationship with her faith in that way is interesting to me since I read somewhere not sure if it’s#canon or what but lolth’s relationship with the drows is an allegory for domestic abuse so like… it tracks#also the thing with shri’iia is that she doesn’t see herself as a victim bc she was the one who swore up on that oath u know#so for her everything else that followed and the way she was treated is basically like well this is what u we’re getting into 🤷♀️#but it’s also like she didn’t even know there were other options considering her society is just one big lolth cult and then there’s the#drow victim blaming mentality that’s def ingrained on her#like I could see her understanding someone else’s pain and struggles and trying to offer some form of comfort#but if it comes to her she’ll just be confused on why they feel bad bc she signed up for it 🥲😩😔#parts of the things she’s def unlearning now that shes stuck in the surface lol
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thinking about toxic situationship!heeseung :(
you’re by far his favorite out of all the girls he fucks but he’s too cocky to let you know that. in the back of your mind, though, you know. you can’t imagine that he takes his other girls out for late night ramen or lets them sit on his lap and watch him play video games.
you can’t imagine he’s as gentle and sweet during aftercare with anyone else. in fact, you really hope he isn’t. you hope he kicks out all the other girls he sleeps with as soon as he’s done with them. you hope that he doesn’t let them spend the night like he does with you, even going as far as to make you breakfast or take you out the next day.
every time he’s with another girl, he can’t stop thinking about fucking annoying they are and can’t help himself from comparing them to you. he knows you would be so much better: better at sucking his dick, better at riding him, just your pussy in general was better.
he’d text you when he was hanging out with other girls, not even waiting for them to leave the room but doing it right next to them. he didn’t care if they could see, even when he was texting you about how bad they were and how he wished he were with you instead.
heeseung: this blows
y/n: whys that?
heeseung: bc she isn’t you baby
y/n: you could always leave and come over :)
heeseung: aww my girl wants me to ditch this chick and come fuck her instead? is that what you want, little princess?
y/n: fuck hee…please :(
he could not say no to you. 10 minutes later and he’s ditched the random girl he was with and was instead pounding you into your mattress, grunting loudly as you clenched around him.
“fuck yeah, baby,” he moaned, hips drilling into you. “you’re such a good girl. so much fucking better than anyone else.”
and you took it so well, eating up every last word.
he also loved that you didn’t talk to any other guys. you just wanted him and only him so, so badly, and maybe if he did relationships, he would choose you to be his girlfriend. but, he didn’t date and he made sure you were aware of that from the start your situationship. but the point was, he loved that you were still loyal to him, not even wanting to talk to another guy because they just weren’t heeseung. no one did it like him.
no one ate you out until you were squirting everywhere and shaking like he did. no one fucked you until your eyes were rolling into the back of your head and drooling onto his sheets like he did. no one made you feel like passing out from intense pleasure like heeseung.
you liked him. you were probably in love with him. you hated knowing he saw other girls and he loved knowing it made you upset. he loved knowing that you liked him enough to get so jealous of other girls.
again, he would never tell you that he couldn’t give less of a shit about the other girls. in fact, he would purposely use them just to make you jealous, fucking them for the sole reason of knowing you would hate it. your jealousy was what got him off because it showed that you cared about him, that you wanted him all to yourself.
he thought about you every time he thrusted his cock inside another girl’s pussy. he thought about how much tighter you were than them. how much warmer, wetter, and more delicious you were.
heeseung liked you a lot too. he was also probably in love with you and he realized that when he was finishing on the tits of someone else and moaned out your name instead of theirs.
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like sorry i just needed to get this off my chest bc heeseung is FUCKING WITH ME TODAY!!
anyway how are y’all? :3
#enhypen#enhypen smut#enha smut#enha x reader#enhypen x reader#kpop smut#heeseung smut#heeseung#lee heeseung#heeseung enha#enha heeseung#heeseung enhypen#enhypen heeseung#lee heesung x reader#lee heeseung smut#heeseung x reader
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request: ‘Can you please write a Toji x (blk)fem reader smut but she like one of those earthy girls with all the waist chains/beads and he like obsessed with her style and all the jewelry she wears. boho/earthy girls don’t get enough love.’
i hear you anon and i see you so here you go <333
ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀི₊ ⊹ cw include: drug usage (weed), oral m receiving, unprotected sex, riding, slight pussyjob, toji likes her sm so a lot of praise, PUSSYDRUNK TOJI!!!, sex outdoors (no one can see them hehe), creampie, an ‘i like you’ confession bc i’ve been watching a lot of rom coms lately///not proofread sorry :(
‘it’s a lot of lust not a lot of love’
you hummed along to the song as you made out with toji, your tongue swirling against his. your bracelets jangled against your wrist as you tugged on his soft locs, a low groan rumbling in his chest as you did so. “slow down toji, s’no rush,” you mumbled against his lips, teeth biting down the tiniest bit on his bottom lip.
toji tried to distract himself by toying with your waist beads, but it just wasn’t working. between the two blunts you both shared, along with a couple sips of wine—courtesy of you, there was just no way you expected him to be in his right mind enough for him to go slow. “i don’t want to go slow though,” he groaned, grabbing a handful of your ass over your skirt.
you kissed your teeth, now pulling away from the pouting man. you pushed him down against the blanket you had crocheted yourself, your hands now resting on his pecs. “you’re so impatient you know that? need my pussy that bad hm?” you giggled cocking your head to the side. toji gulped, his eyes finding it hard to stay locked on yours. eye contact with you was always so intense.
“yes….yes i am impatient and yes i need your pussy that bad.”
you smiled at his words, now leaning down to give him a slow kiss. you kissed your way down his jaw, to his neck, and finally down his chest. “damn….you got this worked up over a little kissing?” you teased, cupping toji over his jeans, earning a deep groan from him. toji didn’t respond, instead he just gave you the finger, too fucked out already to even come up with a proper comeback.
toji hissed when he felt you finally undo the button to his jeans, his leaking dick now free from its confinements. “go slow m’feelin’ a little sensitive,” toji grumbled and all you did was laugh, taking his throbbing dick in your hands. you gave the tip a soft squeeze, licking your lips. “now you wanna go slow? that’s funny,” you snickered, bringing his dick to your mouth, suckling the tip softly.
you ran your tip along the underside of his dick, fighting the urge to laugh again when you felt toji buck his hips up. toji wanted so badly to just push your head down, but you had just gotten your hair done a few days prior and he’d hate to cause you any discomfort. it was your first time getting passion twists and he was absolutely enamored with the way you looked with them.
“deeper—please go deeper y/n,” toji finally lifted his head up, now making eye contact with you but he reallyyyyy wishes he hadn’t. the way you were looking at him with those low, red eyes; eyelashes fluttering shut each time you took more of him in your mouth had him wanting to bust right then and there. toji felt his face flush, cheeks burning hot at the way you looked at him like he was the most precious thing to ever grace this earth—which in his opinion he wasn’t, far from it honestly.
toji’s eyes rolled back when he felt his dick hit the back of your right throat. “mmph fuck yeah—that’s that shit,” he groaned, bringing his hand to rest on the crown of your head. he didn’t grip it or apply any pressure, he just sat there and let you do what do best—suck the soul outta him.
the wind began to pick up, giving toji’s flaming cheeks a nice breeze to cool off. you made him so…so…beside himself. i mean for god sakes you had him fucking in the middle of a field of flowers, blazed out of his mind—it’s safe to say the grip you had on him was the most annoying shit ever.
“keep sucking me like that baby, f-fuck, take it deeper. be a good girl and take it deeper f’me,” you listened without protest, taking the last few inches of him in your mouth. toji was beyond fucked out, praises flying past his lips left n right and it only egged you on to turn him into even bigger pile of mush than he already was.
you pulled off of his dick with lewd pop! now paying attention to his swollen balls. toji’s body jerked, his heavy hand gripping onto your shoulder. “w—hah! w-wait y/n,” toji hissed, his jaw clenching impossibly tight. you lifted your head up, puffing air through your cheeks.
“i’m sorry i—”
“just shush toji.”
you wiped your mouth with the back of your hand before crawling up toji’s body, your lower half hovering over his twitching dick. you pushed toji down gently by his shoulders, humming to yourself at just how damn good he looked beneath you.
“you’re fuckin’ unreal,” toji sounded damn near breathless as he said it, his chest puffing up with each deep breath. his hand reached up to tug down your olive green, cropped tube top; his rough hands immediately latching onto your breasts.
“you really mean that or you jus’ fucked up?” you knew he meant it with all his heart, you just wanted to hear him say it. you blindly reached for the end of your skirt, tugging the soft material up your thighs. just as you pressed your panty clad pussy against toji’s dick he whispered the three words ‘i mean it’ in your ear, his teeth nibbling at your lobe.
the words ‘i like you’ were sitting so heavy on his tongue but he just couldn’t find the courage to tell you how he felt.
toji—a grown ass thirty four year old man who’s literally served time in the slammer was scared to tell you, a twenty something year old woman who was the literal embodiment of a fawn how he felt about you. what a joke.
“what are you thinking about?” you spoke softly, running your thumb over the stubble on toji’s jaw. toji shook his head, bringing his rough hands to your petal soft love handles.
“s’nothin.”
“liar.”
“i said it’s nothing.”
your breath hitched, mouth dropping open slightly at the feeling of toji’s dick pressed against your bare pussy. he felt so hot and soft against you and toji could certainly say the same thing about you. with one harsh tug toji ripped your thong off, tossing the semi soaked material to the side. you rlly should’ve known better with that one—toji hates whenever things are in his way.
“you’re such a liar toji,” your laugh was breathless as you began to slowly grind your pussy against toji’s dick. he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth, his brows furrowing in annoyance but mostly pleasure. he was already so close it was so fucking embarrassing. pre dripped from his throbbing tip and onto his clenching abs, creating an even bigger mess between the two of you.
toji bucked his up, puffing air through his cheeks to silently tell you he was more than ready for you. you gave him a small smile, your tooth gems glistening in the afternoon sun. “can i confess something toji?” you asked, lifting yourself up to balance your weight on your feet. you grabbed toji’s dick, swiping his tip between your folds before slowly inserting it.
you both gasped in unison, toji’s eyes fluttering shut at the warmth that enveloped his cock. “w-what do you need to confess you fu—hucking brat,” he growled, his fingernails digging in the soft flesh of your thighs. in one swift movement you sat all the down, toji’s balls now pressed snugly against your backside.
“i really, really like hanging out with you toji,” your voice was a little high pitched, rightfully so because you practically feel the trembling man below you in your stomach. you pressed your hands against toji’s chest, bouncing on his dick like your life depended on it.
you brushed a stray hair out of toji’s face, cradling his jaw in your palm that still smelled of the shea butter you applied before your outing. “you like hanging out with me too toji? you like me?” your tone was coming off a tad desperate but you could’ve cared less. toji’s adam’s apple bobbed, a pathetic whine bubbling in his throat.
“yes.”
“yes what?”
toji wrapped his arms around your waist, his feet planting into the ground before fucking up into you. “yes i fucking l-like you y/n, could you not—shit! fucking tell? jesus christ your pussy is so good,” toji couldn’t help the drool that slipped past his lips, it was impossible to keep his mouth shut at this point. your hands found themselves in toji’s hair, tugging roughly at the soft strands.
“i knew you did i just wanted to hear you say it. i like you too toji.”
i like you too toji.
toji halted his movements, his dick now in you to the hilt. you suddenly felt a warm sensation in your lower half and knew immediately that toji was in the process of cumming. you circled your hips as best as you could, milking him for all he was worth.
“hah f-fucking shit i can’t stop fucking cumminggg,” he groaned, burying his face in your sweet smelling neck; the scent of vanilla and caramel had him feeling more dizzy than he already was.
after giving toji a few minutes to catch his breath you sat up, his dick still sheathed inside of you. “look how messy,” you spread your lips, giving toji a mouthwatering view of your overly stuffed pussy. toji licked his lips, reaching over to down the rest of the wine that was in your abandoned glass.
“lemme clean you up.”
#this was very fun to write hehe#toji fushiguro smut#toji smut#toji x black reader#toji x reader#toji fushiguro x reader#toji fushiguro x black reader#jjk toji#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen x black reader#jjk x black reader
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For someone whos the most embarrassed person around, I sure say SO MUCH SHIT
#miranda talking shit#Me in ow: im sucking (person) im sucking him hard#I think its bc i know people cant see me online... Its ok. I am blushing and is all red while saying it#But i make people laugh doing it so im like.... Do it for the lols. Also im embarrassed please help#It works well with Fabian and Roo bc they usually will not take the jokes much further#They can repeat something similar or just laugh. The problem is with the italians#Bc THEY KNOW im so easily embarrassed. So ill say something and they'll be like 'huh is that so? You want to suck (person)? What about me?#And im stuttering and dying. Thats why ive stopped trying around them bc i know they'll destory me....#Its said how much our first relationship shape us and i can say my ex really shaped me by being into#embarrassment . She always said stuff to make me embarrassed so i learned to see that as a form of affection ?#So now I'm just like... Make fun of me pls... Bully me....#Only in some ways tho. Bc its an thin line. Aka i was badly bullied by my siblings so anything#Concerning my abilities. Appearance or intelligence is a shaky road
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You wrote this about Simon: “At this lieutenant, already chewed up and spit out by the world. More scars than skin at this point. You wonder how many people only see the scars and not the shivering body underneath it, waiting for a soft touch.”
I’d LOVE to read more of this - i wanna be the one to offer him the soft touch he wants so badly, maaaan! He’s just so big n’ strong but i want to let him curl up against me while i pet him until he stops shivering
This came through at the perfect time. I had the desire to write but I was picking at all my wips half heartedly bc none of the them were what I wanted.
But this? This I wanted.
So thank you again and please enjoy 1.5k words of acclimatizing Simon to soft touches.
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Ask referencing this post.
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He scared you, the first time you saw him.
Not because of how big he was (tall, thick, muscular) or the look in his eyes (cold, dismissive, too watchful), not even because of the scars themselves (numerous, expansive, tragic).
It was because you knew any interaction would come across as a threat. He had that look in his eyes that said he'd seen the worst of what the world had to offer and he persisted through luck and spite equally. Now he was sat in front of you, too disciplined to let his skin shiver but hating being seen. Hating that you were looking.
When you met him it was through a friend of a friend sort of thing. One of your friends was seeing a Scottish boy and invited you out for drinks with them. You had no reason to say no so you found yourself sitting at a high-top doing your best not to bother the man sitting quietly to your right.
His gruff, Simon, during introductions was the only thing he had said in the last hour, content to sit quietly and watch. Almost outside of the group even though he was sitting at the same table. You made sure to include him when you were speaking to the group, your eyes darting to each person as you spoke, not leaving anyone out. But you made sure to never direct a hard question at him that required an answer. It was all, I bet you never have a problem seeing over the crowd. or I'll grab everyone a drink while I'm up or Sorry, I'll be out of your space in a moment, my jacket was getting a little warm.
He would look at you. Every time you spoke to him he wouldn't shy away from eye contact but that was where his involvement ended. Never a head nod or shake, never a verbal answer.
By the end of the night you were positive he didn't like you. He didn't dis-like you but he didn't like you, you were pretty sure. That was okay though. You'd done your best not to infringe on his space, not wanting to step on his toes. You thought you had done a good job all around and put it out of your mind, the interaction over and done with and no longer needing to be reviewed.
What you never realized was Simon's shoulders lowered a whole inch throughout the course of the night.
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You called your friend out on the number of times she invited you to hang out with Johnny and Simon, flat out asking if she and Johnny were trying to set you and Simon up through subtle double-dating.
"No!" She leaned forward grabbing your hand, her eyes looking earnestly into yours, "I promise it's not like that. Johnny told me he's pretty much all Simon has. Well, their team is. So they're always together when they're home. I don't want Simon to feel like a third wheel or left out or anything."
And you believed her. This was one of her strong suits, always looking out for others. That's probably why you two got along so well, a pair of givers, the both of you. And she had a point. The idea of Simon sitting awkwardly with the other two as his only companions made something twist in your stomach. You didn't want that for him.
So you kept seeing Simon and you kept doing your best to give him space but include him at the same time. You were shocked the first day he spoke to you but the fact that it was a bad joke made a sort of perfect sense.
"What's the best way to carve wood?"
You looked over at him in shock that this was what he chose to break the ice with. At the same time you were delighted and you couldn't help but feel giddy at the prospect of Simon telling you a joke. A bad one by the sound of it.
"How?"
"Whittle by whittle."
"That was absolutely terrible."
He smiled to himself if his eye crinkles had anything to say about it. That giddy feeling bubbling up inside you was getting unsettlingly big right about now. You looked at the ground and bit your lip to keep from a cheesy grin of your own breaking out.
Before you knew it he had no problem speaking to you. While never particularly verbose, he would respond to comments directed towards him, offer his opinion if options were offered, and kept telling awful jokes.
You were hopelessly charmed.
You broke your own rules and reached for him first.
You were sat next to him on a bench, the sun setting and the evening air cooling further. He had told you another one of his god-awful jokes when you unthinkingly swatted out with your hand, brushing his arm. His muscles jumped and his arm tensed right before you made contact as if bracing for a hit. An involuntary reaction to someone reaching for him. It was a horrifying realization.
You sobered quickly and your chuckle died off awkwardly. You turned to face forward, looking out at the street, watching for any sign of your friend or Johnny who had stepped into the store for a quick moment leaving you and Simon to find a bench while you waited. You hoped that if you didn't draw attention to it then your faux pas would pass unmentioned.
You let out a relieved sigh when Simon continued with another comment, not taking your overstepping to heart. By the time the other two had rejoined you the whole situation was forgotten, water under the bridge. You didn't think of it again until it was the end of the night with everyone about to go their separate ways.
When you said goodbye to Simon he said it back, reaching out to brush his hand down your arm in return in almost the exact same spot as where you'd touched him earlier.
Your heart skipped a beat before picking up a double pace. You couldn't help but beam at him, a wide grin splitting your face even as he grunted and turned away, likely embarrassed by your show of emotion.
Today had been a good day after all.
You thought you had ruined it for a moment there, thankful when Simon seemed to brush past it. You hadn't expected him to reciprocate in the same manner though.
Maybe he really did like hanging out with you. You never doubted it for a second.
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It took time–a slow steady build to where you ended up, curled up on the couch together with Simon laying on top of you. You both had your tops off to bask in a little skin-to-skin time.
You'd been together for a few months at this point and it was like night and day to compare him to the Simon you met all that time ago. This one couldn't keep his hands off you to save his life. It was a slow warm-up to get past his walls in a way that wasn't upsetting to either of you. Soft touches that slowly built, leading to hand holding, to hugging, to kissing, to this.
You dragged your fingers slowly up his back, fingertips catching on raised scar tissue before continuing on, ever moving. He hummed into the crook of your neck where he had buried his face when you switched from fingertips to nails, gently scratching the skin.
You loved spending time like this, feeling Simon melt into you, eager for every touch he could get. If you were sitting still and Simon was in the vicinity you could bet that he would be pressed against your side before too much time had passed. Eager for the soft caresses you always had for him.
He was starved for touch and you wanted to feed him.
So you offered, again and again in the beginning–most times with no luck, to let him touch you. On the couch watching TV? Your arms would open, inviting a hug when he walked by. At the table? Your head was tilting up for a kiss if he wanted one. Passing each other in the hallway? You'd raise your hand and hold it in front of you, letting him press his big barrel chest into your palm if he wanted.
It was a slow acclimatization that brought you to today and the taste was all the sweeter for the time you had poured into it.
You lifted a hand to drag it through the spiky hairs at the back of his head, enjoying his groan of contentment. It sounded like he was already halfway asleep and you knew you wouldn't be leaving this spot for a while.
Might as well settle in and get comfortable. You familiarized him to gentle touches, now he was insatiable for them. He would be consuming them from you greedily for as long as you offered.
#simon riley x reader#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x you#i enjoyed writing this#asks#thank you nonnie for sending in this ask! i appreciate it more than you know#touch starved!simon riley#slow acclimatization#as it should be
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What would Rafe be like with weird!girl having to use their safe word? Also what do you reckon she’d use it for?
Okay so !! She’s only ever used it a few times but I think one thing would be edging her when she’s like really needy. Just like to the point that she can’t take it anymore bc she’s spoiled and overwhelmed and wants to cum. And he’s a sucker for her so he would, in fact, let her cum. There’s a lil callback to this blurb in this also. Ty for the request bb! 🤍
Warnings: Orgasm denial, pussy eating, fingering, pussy slapping, use of a safe word, Rafe calling reader “bats”, daddy kink, dacryphilia, unprotected sex, baby talk and gooey fluff at the end.
Rafe has been pushing you to the edge with his tongue and fingers and then ripping your orgasms away from you for what feels like hours now. No matter how hard you beg he won’t fuck you or let you cum and you feel like you’re going to go insane. Your pussy is pulsing and your entire body shakes as tears stream down your face, streaking your cheeks with your prettily applied make up. Your body is covered in a layer of sweat and your chest heaves from how loud you’ve been moaning and whining underneath him.
“Please let me cum Rafe -“ Your fiancé pulls his fingers and lips from you to land a harsh smack on your aching cunt and send you a look of disapproval. “Ah fuck! I’m sorry! Daddy, please please let me cum!”
“You’ll cum when I say you get to cum, your pussy belongs to me. I say when she gets to gush for me. Not you.” Rafe thrusts his fingers back into your puffy, dripping cunt and it causes you to yelp and arch your back off the bed. He pumps them in and out of you at a rough pace, curling his fingers against your walls and bullying your sweet spot. His thumb comes up to rub circles on your slick clit and it makes your eyes roll into the back of your head as your pussy pulses around his thick digits. You’re so close and you think he’s going to finally let you cum but the minute that you’re about to finally tip over the edge it’s ripped away from you again. Rafe pulls his fingers out of you to smack your aching core and a loud sob rips through you.
“Daddy, please, please let me cum. I’m yours, only yours, my pussy is yours my cum is yours my body is yours. Please just fuck me!” Your voice is practically a babble from begging and sobbing and Rafe just smirks down at you. Loving you like this. And usually you love it too. But this is the longest it’s gone on and you’re starting to become delirious from how badly your body wants a release. You didn’t even do anything. It’s not your fault Mr. Robinson saw you at the country club and decided a good time to say hi was when Rafe went to the bathroom. When Rafe came out and saw him practically fucking you with his eyes he saw red. He grabbed you by the waist and hauled your ass home immediately. But not without giving the older man a piece of his mind, of course.
“Mmm, I don’t think I will, princess.” Rafe chuckles as he leans down between your legs and licks a stripe along your pussy to your clit before thrusting his tongue into your hole. He flicks it inside you and swirls it around while his hand comes up to give your throbbing clit attention. He rotates between fucking you with his fingers and his tongue, never letting your clit go untouched. When he sucks it hard into his mouth with his fingers rubbing against your g-spot you know you’re about to cum, your legs try to clamp around his head but he uses his free hand to keep you spread open for him. The knot in your stomach tightens and your walls spasm around his fingers. Half broken sobs leave your mouth as you beg him to let you finally cum.
“Oh god, I’m gonna cum, please daddy!” You attempt to thrust your hips against his face to push yourself over the edge but his hold is too strong, and then it’s gone. He pulls away from you entirely, sitting up on his knees looking down at you with a fire in his eyes as he takes his dripping fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean before smirking down at you devilishly. And normally you would think that was insanely hot but all it does is make you sob. You know your period is close and it’s making you extra needy and the fact that he stopped again nearly devastates you.
“You’re so pretty like this, my pretty little slut begging me to let her cum. Crying f’me.” Rafe swipes his thumb across your cheek, wiping some of your tears clean. Then he uses his tear stained fingers to spread your pussy lips before pumping them inside of you, not even giving you time to think before he’s pushing you to the edge and pulling you away again. And then he’s fucking you with his tongue again and this time when he rips away you can’t take it anymore. Your eyes hurt from the mascara running into them and your thighs are sore from the way he’s kept you propped open. The worst part is despite how bad your pussy aches you still want to cum so badly and you know he’s not going to let you. He promised you that on the drive home.
“Pumpkin! Pumpkin! No more, no more.” You shake your head from side to side as buckets of tears stream down your face and your entire body shakes with sobs. Rafe’s demeanor changes immediately, you’ve only ever used the safe word one other time when he was choking you so hard with his belt that you passed out twice, his perfect little freak. But right now? He’s realizing these aren’t the kind of tears he likes to see coming from his girl.
“Shit. I’m sorry baby. It’s okay, come ere.” Rafe unties his sweats so he can pull out his thick, hard cock. He’d be lying if he said he wasn’t dying to cum for a while now himself. He gathers your sobbing form into his arms and leans back against the headboard with you straddling him. “Daddy will give you what you need, aight? Just shhh, it’s okay.”
Rafe runs his hands through your hair and places a soft peck on your lips before raising your hips so he can line his cock up with your entrance and push himself inside you in one thrust. The feeling of finally him fucking you makes your eyes cross and fills you with relief. Rafe plants his feet flat on the bed so he can fuck up into you rough and deep.
“It’s okay, Bats. You’re okay, cum for daddy.” His thumb finds your clit, he leans down to suck one of your nipples into his mouth and that’s all it takes to have ecstasy finally washing over you. A loud moan rips through you and your walls flutter around Rafe’s cock as a blistering explosion of pleasure overtakes your body. “That’s it, that’s my good girl. Gimme another one.”
Rafe flips you onto your back and throws your legs over his shoulders so he can fuck you even deeper. He leans down and kisses you messily, his thumb finding your abused clit as he practically folds you in half like a pretzel. You’re so sensitive that it doesn’t take much to have you gushing around his cock again. Your pretty moans and the feeling of your perfect fucking pussy has Rafe cumming right along with you, his cock twitching inside you as he fills you with ropes of his cum. After catching his breath he pulls out and flips onto his back, pulling you to lay on top of him in one swift motion.
“I’m sorry, sweet girl. Are you alright?” Rafe asks you softly as his hand gently caresses the curve of your back. “You’re usually into when I edge you. Did something happen?”
“Mmm, I’m okay, Rafey.” You hum and nuzzle into his firm chest. “Just gonna get my period soon and it just became too much. Wanted to cum on your cock so bad.” You look up at him with a pout and Rafe can’t help but chuckle at how cute you are.
“Yeah? Your body wants me to put a baby in you.” You scoff and swat his chest, rolling your eyes at the way he wiggles his brows down at you.
“You’ve been saying that a lot lately. Are you ovulating, babe?” You return his raised brow with one of your own and a cheshire smirk to match.
“Oh my god, just because you said your safe word doesn’t mean I won’t still beat your little ass.” Rafe smirks back at you and lands a little swat on your bare as that makes you yelp. “I love you.”
“I love you too. But don’t think changing the subject means I’m going to stop teasing you about your baby fever.” You giggle and place a kiss on his cheek as he groans.
“I don’t have fuckin’ baby fever, Bats. Get your ass up and start the shower before I get the paddle, for real. I’m gonna get you some Jammie’s.” Rafe grabs a handful of your ass before smacking it again and getting up to go toward the closet. He spends the rest of the evening pampering you with a massage, a comfort movie, and your favorite take out before making you cum until you can’t keep your eyes open anymore.
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