#bean spasms

[llovelymoonn]

favourite poems of december

a.r. ammons collected poems: 1951-1971: "dunes"

jennifer robertson shrill shirts will always balloon

n. scott momaday in the presence of the sun: stories and poems, 1961-1991: "the delight song of tsoai-talee"

ted berrigan the collected poems of ted berrigan: "bean spasms"

natalie diaz when my brother was an aztec: "abecedarian requiring further examination of anglikan seraphym subjugation of a wild indian rezervation"

greg miller watch: "river"

joanna klink excerpts from a secret prophecy: "terrebonne bay"

dorothy dudley pine river bay

brenda shaughnessy our andromeda: "our andromeda"

frank lima incidents of travel in poetry: "orfeo"

lehua m. taitano one kind of hunger

no'u revilla kino

linda hogan when the body

paul verlaine one hundred and one poems by paul verlaine: a biligual edition: "moonlight" (tr. norman r. shapiro)

mahmoud darwish the butterfly's burden: "the cypress broke" (tr. fady joudah)

mahmoud darwish the butterfly's burden: "your night is of lilac"

amir rabiyah prayers for my 17th chromosome: "our dangerous sweetness"

sara nicholson the living method: "the end of television"

charles shields proposal for a exhibition

ginger murchison a scrap of linen, a bone: "river"

tsering wangmo dhompa virtual

anne carson the beauty of the husband: "v. here is my propaganda one one one one oneing on your forehead like droplets of luminous sin"

muriel rukeyser the collected poems of muriel rukeyser: "the book of the dead"

anne stevenson stone milk: "the enigma"

david tomas martinez love song

robert fitzgerald charles river nocturne

thomas mcgrath the movie at the end of the world: collected poems: "many in the darkness"

linda rodriguez heart's migration: "the amazon river dolphin"

donald revell the glens of cithaeron

sumita chakraborty dear, beloved

angela jackson and all these roads be luminous: "miz rosa rides the bus"

kofi

[writing-with-sophia]

Poison list

While it's important to approach writing with creativity and imagination, it's crucial to prioritize responsible and ethical storytelling. That being said, if you're looking for information on poisons for the purpose of writing fiction, it's essential to handle the subject matter with care and accuracy. Here is a list of some common poisons that you can use in your stories:

Hemlock: Hemlock is a highly poisonous plant that has been used as a poison in various works of literature. It can cause paralysis and respiratory failure.

Arsenic: Arsenic is a toxic element that has been historically used as a poison. It can be lethal in high doses and can cause symptoms such as vomiting, abdominal pain, and organ failure.

Cyanide: Cyanide is a fast-acting poison that affects the body's ability to use oxygen. It can cause rapid loss of consciousness and cardiac arrest.

Nightshade: Nightshade plants, such as Belladonna or Deadly Nightshade, contain toxic compounds that can cause hallucinations, respiratory distress, blurred vision, dizziness, an increased heart rate, and even death when ingested.

Ricin: Ricin is a potent poison derived from the castor bean plant. It can cause organ failure and has been used as a plot device in various fictional works.

Strychnine: Strychnine is a highly toxic alkaloid that affects the nervous system, leading to muscle spasms, convulsions, and respiratory failure.

Snake Venom: Various snake venoms can be used in fiction as deadly poisons. Different snake species have different types of venom, each with its own effects on the body.

Digitalis: Digitalis, derived from the foxglove plant, contains cardiac glycosides. It has been historically used to treat heart conditions, but in high doses, it can be toxic. Overdosing on digitalis can cause irregular heart rhythms, nausea, vomiting, and visual disturbances.

Lead: Lead poisoning, often resulting from the ingestion or inhalation of lead-based substances, has been a concern throughout history. Lead is a heavy metal that can affect the nervous system, leading to symptoms such as abdominal pain, cognitive impairment, anemia, and developmental issues, particularly in children.

Mercury: Mercury is a toxic heavy metal that has been used in various forms throughout history. Ingesting or inhaling mercury vapors can lead to mercury poisoning, causing symptoms like neurological impairment, kidney damage, respiratory issues, and gastrointestinal problems.

Aconite: Also known as Wolfsbane or Monkshood, aconite is a highly toxic plant. Its roots and leaves contain aconitine alkaloids, which can affect the heart and nervous system. Ingesting aconite can lead to symptoms like numbness, tingling, paralysis, cardiac arrhythmias, and respiratory failure.

Thallium: Thallium is a toxic heavy metal that can cause severe poisoning. It has been used as a poison due to its tastelessness and ability to mimic other substances. Thallium poisoning can lead to symptoms like hair loss, neurological issues, gastrointestinal disturbances, and damage to the kidneys and liver.

When incorporating poisons into your writing, it is essential to research and accurately portray the effects and symptoms associated with them. Additionally, be mindful of the potential impact your writing may have on readers and the importance of providing appropriate context and warnings if necessary.

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[nanamiscocksleeve]

Hello! I was hoping to request #20. Voyeurism with our starboy, Xavier ⭐️! Love your work, and I can't wait to read all of your upcoming stories 😁

Hello there! I'm so flattered that you've been enjoying my work, thank you so much! Voyeurism with Xavier almost sounded too easy, like I could envision this with him being the upstairs neighbor so easily.

Voyeurism

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Xavier quietly inserts the spare key you'd given him into the lock and opens the door noiselessly. He'd been enjoying some time out on his balcony when he heard a soft whimpering coming from below him. He knew the balcony beneath his attached to your bedroom and he hadn't been able to control himself when he heard those desperate little noises.

He pads over to your bedroom door which was cracked open, and there you were, legs spread open in needy glory, your fingers rubbing relentless circles on your clit. The sight was so arousing but disturbing you and making his presence known almost felt like a crime at this point. Instead, he watches you in silent admiration as you continue to masturbate, his cock rock hard in his sweats.

"Xavier..." you moan his name pathetically and his eyes widen, the sound of his name falling from your lips testing his will like an instant aphrodisiac. His hand reaches into his pants, a feeling of naughty illicitness flooding him as he pulls out his aching cock, already weeping drops of precum from the slit. He times his pumps to the motions on your clit, imaging how the little bean would feel against his leaky tip, how hot and soft your walls must be right now and he'd satisfy that ache if you gave him the chance.

You insert two fingers into yourself with a lewd squelch, thrusting and trying to keep rhythm on your clit. Your struggle makes him want to enter your bedroom but he stays where he is, muffling his own noises of pleasure against his sleeve as he feels himself getting close to the edge. The voice inside his head is begging you to cum before he does, needing to see you fall apart while he's still hard and his silent wish is granted as you let out a broken moan and the walls of your pussy spasm in orgasmic delight as you leak more fluid onto the sheets, making a mess as you gasp uninhibitedly in pleasure.

Xavier covers his mouth with his hand as his own climax grips him, spurts of milky white seed shooting from the tip and covering his fist, some dripping onto the floor as he recovers from his high. He takes one last look at you, sated and relaxed on your bed before quickly pushing his spent cock back into his sweatpants before exiting your apartment, congratulating himself for not making any noise.

It's only after he's cleaned himself off that he realizes, you'll probably soon see the sticky puddle that he left in front of your door.

[sistertotheknowitall]

My brain:

Tim, Jason, Dick and Damian arguing, their voices over-lapping each other.

Stephanie joining in: okay so the book opens up to Stepan bringing his wife a pear and she starts confronting him on his affair. I can’t remember her name right now-

Jason: Because it’s relevant information! - her name was Dolly - and if you would -

Jason stops talking and stares at Stephanie as she continues.

Steph: thank you- and meanwhile she has a sister named Katie who has just come of marriage age. So she’s like 18 right? and Stepan has a friend who wants to marry her and he’s like in his 30s, which ew, but also-

Me writing for exercise:

Stephanie Brown couldn’t say she was surprised to find the four arguing, she had fallowed the raised voice into the kitchen. She was also not surprised to quickly realized that the raised voices were arguing over nothing.

No, seriously nothing!

It was complete nonsense as Dick seemed to be defending his right as a “decent cook,” and Tim was complaining about the others hiding his coffee beans. Jason and Damian seemed to be having an actual argument but it was over the best way to effectively stab someone.

Well, Steph shrugged, might as well join in. “Okay so the book opens up to Stepan bringing his wife a pear, but she starts confronting him on his affair and he admits to multiple, I can’t remember the wife’s name right now-“

Jason, mid rant to the youngest Robin (who was also mid-sentence) answers,”Her name was Dolly for short - speaking of short, it’s no wonder you can’t angle the knife right!” The left side of his face appears to spasm before he stands up a little straighter, and quietly turns to face the still rambling blond.

Steph, on a roll, continues, “Dolly! Right! Well she has a sister! Katie has just come of marriage age, so she’s like 18 right? Well Stepan has a friend who wants to marry her and he’s like in his 30s, which ew, but also-“

Damian, having realized that Jason was no longer entertaining him, turned to see what had shifted Todd’s attention. He watched as the older girl continued, getting more animated.

“-there’s the name sake of the book Anna Karenina and her lover Vronsky. Who has the same first name - Alexei- as her husband. Like that’s just wild.”

Dick, who paused for breath during his speech of “why I should be allowed in the kitchen again” forgot what he had been about to say. Instead he asked, “wait did she call them both Alexei?��

Steph looked over, “No, she only called them both by their last names but that might have been a cultural thing or something? I don’t know! Anyways, the point-“

“No,” Jason interrupted, “she did call them both by their first name but the narrator went by last names so the reader could differentiate.” Stephanie waved her hands, “shhh, not the point, as I was saying!”

Tim, who had stopped talking right after the other teenager had joined the fray, chimed in, “you know you’re missing so many central themes. Did you mean to come in here and give us a water downed briefing of Anna Karenina?”

It was silent as Steph answered, “no, but you all were going on about meaningless things so why couldn’t I?”

.

.

.

“Anyway, Anna is still married, has a son, and now she’s pregnant.”

Dick gasped.

[fakescenariosbeforesleepblog]

Do you love my daddy?

Vladimir Makarov x babysitter fem Reader

Let's imagine Makarov has a daughter, he's a single dad and you have been his daughter's babysitter since... The first time he saw you holding her in your arms, what if during these years you not only developed feelings for the little girl but also for her father too? What if one day your secret is discovered by her and runs to spill the Beans?

Warning: I know it says 'x Fem reader ' but I think you can read it as a Neutral, there's no physical description. Spelling and grammatical errors, as always I think is not probably the best story but I haven't posted anything in a while because I've been feeling a little depressed and this one was waiting on the list. Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

From the moment the little baby was in Vladimir's arms, he knew he needed someone capable enough to protect his daughter, someone strong but also with a warm and noble heart to love the girl as if was hers.

He spent long days and nights trying to find someone with those characteristics and spent long sleepless nights with the newborn baby, it was a hard mission, until he found you, totally unexpected, he was driving while his precious baby girl was in the backseat, he was so focused on the baby who was crying disconsolately that he almost hit you with the car, you reacted quickly and yelled at him.

«HEY! Focus on the road asshole!»

That's when he saw you, he was ready to put a bullet in your precious skull until he remembered there was a baby with him who suddenly stopped making noise. The baby was still crying but not breathing. He stopped the car right there and ran to open the door, you thought he was going to give you problems but he totally ignored you, that's when you saw him carrying a baby in his arms, something was wrong, you saw the baby's red face changing to purple. It wasn't breathing, a sobbing spasm.

«Baby, come on, breath, what's going on!?»

Without thinking too much you walked to him and took the baby from his arms.

He didn't try to protest, you put the baby in the next seat, you started to talk to the baby with a soft voice, in calm, while she was laying on one side, you were giving her small pats and rubbing her back with your free hand.

- It's okay baby, breath, I need you to take air, come on honey, you can do it, you're scaring your daddy.

The baby was getting more purple so you increased the intensity of the pats In her back and held her, positioning her tiny body over your forearm with her head resting over your palm.

Vladimir didn't know the fear until that moment, he was afraid, pleading you could do something when finally, his daughter made a noise again, a strong and loud whimper. You smiled, clearly you were as worried as him.

- Oh yes! That's it baby, good girl, you made it!

There was something about the way you held his baby that made Makarov realize you were the answer to his pleas. He was lost in thoughts until you brought him back.

- Hey, here you have. She will probably fall asleep... These tantrums leave the babies exhausted.

- Ah, yes, thanks.

- Sorry, I suppose that's why you weren't paying attention to the road, I'm really sorry.

- It's okay, you saved her... How did you do that?

- I'm a nurse, your baby was having sobbing spasms, we have to learn those things if we don't want to lose them during their tantrums.

Like fallen from the sky, that's how everything started, he almost begged you to work for him, he didn't care if you didn't know about personal defense or combat, he paid you the most expensive course. And the payment was three times more than what you asked him for.

Time flies, and the girl and you create a strong bond, she's such a precious pearl, you adore her as much as Vladimir, the man can't say no to his little princess, you go wherever they go, you cook, play, study and do everything with the girl, you feel like her mom, it's no longer a job, she became part of your life, she lives in your heart just like her dad, who's a gentleman, he treats you with kindness and tender all the time, you try to convince yourself it's only because you're raising his kid, but even those thoughts can't help you to not develop that silly little crush on him.

And He makes it more difficult, he sends flowers every morning for you and his daughter when he's not at home, he brings presents for both when he's back, joins you In the kitchen to help with the dinner or wakes up before you to make the breakfast, takes you and his daughter to the park so the three of you can have a picnic afternoon, joins to the playing time and reads fairytale stories for the girl every night. Out of home Vladimir Makarov is fierce, brave, strong and chaotic but when he's with his daughter and you, he's the opposite, you love both sides of the coin.

It's late at night, you're sure the little girl is deeply asleep so you decide to call your best friend, and as always you're talking about your crush.

«Y/n, I swear that man considerate you as his wife at this point, the kid is almost 6 years old, you're with them since she was a newborn...»

You feel your cheeks getting red, maybe your friend is right but... you can't create fake hopes In your head, this job is the best thing that ever happened to you and you don't want to lose it for those silly feelings.

- I don't think so, he's merely a gentleman. But oh god! It is hard to not love him! He's everything I always wanted, and the little girl... I seriously consider her as my own daughter! God... I'm so in love with Vlad...

Suddenly a gasp interrupts your words, you turn around and see a small figure on the doorframe, your kid has been listening every word you say.

Both are speechless.

«Y/n? Are you still there?»

-I'll call you later, bye.

You put the phone on the bed and walked quickly to the girl who is still surprised about what she heard a few seconds ago. You try to act silly, pretending nothing of that happened and kneel down in front of her.

- Honey, what are you doing awake? It's almost midnight.

- I had a nightmare... Y/n... Is it true? Do you love my daddy?

You shiver, unsure of what to say because there's no sign on the girl's face that can tell you what she's thinking or feeling.

- I... Ummm...

There's an evil smirk on her chubby face and a bright in her eyes that makes you feel afraid and at the same time happy.

- Can we keep it as a secret? I don't want your father to feel uncomfortable with this...

- SO... YOU, INDEED, LOVE MY DADDY!!!!

The princess started to run and jump around the room while you hid your face with your hands, you felt embarrassed and nervous, excited but afraid.

After a few minutes convincing her to keep the secret and taking her back to her bed, Makarov's daughter finally went back to sleep.

The next morning the smell of butter, pancakes and honey woke you up, you looked at the clock on the wall, 9 o'clock, you put on a hoodie and went downstairs as fast as you could to the kitchen and saw Makarov and his daughter cooking pancakes.

There's some fruit and juice on the kitchen's table, also a small bouquet of flowers decorating the table. You're observing everything cautiously when Makarov's voice brings you back to earth.

- Morning, sleepy beauty... Did you sleep well?

He smiled and wink at you, you once again felt your cheeks getting red.

- I'm so sorry, we had a tremendous night full of dreams and nightmares. Sorry, I can finish the pancakes if you wish.

- No, it's ok love, come on, take a seat, do you want some coffee or tea?

- Ahhhh...

Your little kid interrupted you.

- Y/n, look! Daddy made heart shaped pancakes!!!! He loves us a lot!

She smiled mischievously at you, you gasped and pretended to be surprised.

- Oh it's beautiful!! he certainly loves you a lot my sweet girl!

You kissed her forehead and went to the table, the girl followed you and took her seat in the middle, Makarov joined both of you minutes later with two cups of coffee and a glass of chocolate milk for his daughter.

The girl was strangely happy, more than usual, observing you and her father's interaction, Makarov is also acting more sweet and kind than normal, he's talking a little about how his week went, he's more focused on you, there's a different vibe that you can't describe in words, you only know it feels good, so good.

There were a lot of laughs, jokes, compliments and delicious food but by the end of the breakfast Makarov asks his daughter to go upstairs because he needs to talk with you in private.

She doesn't look at you, nods in silence and disappears. Automatically you started to take the dirty dishes and glasses to wash them when Vladimir caught your hand and softly directed you to go back to your chair.

Why do you feel so guilty? Are you in trouble? What kind of game is this? He treats you nicely and then needs to talk to you in private? What is going to happen?

All those questions were running through your mind when he, squeezed your hand, you looked at him and... He was smiling, there's a different vibe in the way he's looking at you, in the way he's holding your hand.

- Are you ok, love?

- Yeah, just... I feel like I'm in trouble. Am I?

He laughed softly and neglected with the head.

- No, you're not, you're fine y/n, but... There's something I recently found out, I was expecting you could help me to confirm this information...

You felt like you were going to pass out at any moment, you weren't sure about what was happening.

- I found out, this morning that... You've been hiding something from me.

- Wh...

- My daughter, has informed me about certain feelings you have for this little family and about your fears about me knowing about this.... And I think it's time to...

You didn't let the poor man finish to talk, you started to explain yourself, you let it all out.

- V... Vladimir I didn't mean to make you feel uncomfortable, I thought she was already asleep but she woke up and listened to me on a phone call and... Please don't fire me, you and that precious girl are too important to me, I love you guys, so much and I wouldn't know what to do without you at this point of my life...

You didn't know when you stopped talking, you only felt your mouth crushing against another one, a warm kiss intoxicating your system, while a hand is rubbing your back slowly, without thinking too much about what was happening you let your hands go and take place to the neck and shoulder of Vladimir, the way he kissed you was electric, you felt your body on fire, fireworks in your chest and a strong desire to not end the kiss.

After a while, both separate to take air, you were already missing his lips on yours, he smiled and sighed with some relief.

- I wanted to do that so bad. Y/n, for the moment we met, I started to think about you all the time, you and my daughter became the main reason to stay at home as much as possible, when I'm working I just want to finish and drive home, because I know my daughter is here, because I want to hear her laugh and see your smile, for the first time in my life, I feel like I'm on my knees ready to please someone else's desires.

You feel tears filling your eyes and a big smile on your face, you don't have words to express the happiness you're experimenting but luckily Makarov's daughter appears again yelling and running everywhere.

- Daddy loves Y/n, Y/n loves him too! Daddy and y/n are in love, daddy and y/n are in love!

Makarov catches her and hugs her, then he approaches you and kisses your forehead, you return the kiss but on his cheek and kiss his kid's forehead.

More than obvious that all that time she wasn't upstairs, she was all that time listening to her two favorite persons confessing their feelings for each other.

[dewowis]

Part 1 of drawing All For One and Tomura for every single appearance of AFO in the anime because I miss my potato man

Episode 13, Season 1

Appearead as only a voice but already an encouraging and warm one with Tomura spasming out on the floor just like in the newest episode <3

My fucked up lil beans

[socially-awkward-skeleton]

tagged by @mkdecimation, thank you Elli beloved <3

So I figured I might as well share a bit of a sneak peek for chapter 1 of Shadow Dance, where Rory is off on her own mission in Algeria before joining in on the mw2 canon later on:

Refusing to lose sight of the eyes that had spotted her, she made her way through the alleys of the casbah, descending its steps several at a time with each bounding leap. Her long legs stretching with the grace of a gazelle in the savannah, it’s tail wagging as if to tempt the jaws of fate to clamp down. 

Market stalls passed her by in a blur of colours, her vision awash in an impressionistic palette. Breathing in the scent of fragrant exotic spices and the distinctive warmth of coffee beans, her senses sharpened by the rich aromatics. 

Running.

Skirting around a street food vendor’s stand. 

Steam rose, the smell of seasoned, cooked meat wafting along the haze of hot afternoon air hit her like a brick wall. The smoky hint of paprika swirled down her nostrils and danced along her taste buds starting her mouth watering. 

In her gluttonous daze, Rory’s hip clipped the wood of the counter and sent a sharp spasm of pain through her thigh and down into the ball of her foot. Hissing, she stumbled forward, carried by the momentum as her feet skidded out from under her. Bumping into nearby patrons, she made her abrupt apologies in slurred Arabic, glancing back over her shoulder with a contrite wave as she picked up her pace and carried on. 

The market was abuzz around her, but the voices were no more than a hum. A cacophony of tenors and altos harmonized into one buzz as she ran past. A collective where no one specific resonance stood out on its own. 

Running.

Vaulting over the hood of a car. Breaking through the maze of sandy beige walls, she reached the street. Her denim covered legs slid across the hot metal hood of the Dacia like she was one of the Dukes of Hazzard. Feet hitting the ground with a thud, she took off once more, arms swinging by her ribs with controlled form, her body the singular tool available until she caught her target. 

Fuck. Why did they always have to bloody run?

Her lungs ached with the sensation of searing daggers being shoved through her rib cage. Sweat stained the back of her neck, drops of it trailing down her chest and into her bra that clung like a second skin – uncomfortable, too tight, and unbearably hot. But what was the old saying: Only mad dogs and Englishmen go out in the midday sun? For now, she merely had to be thankful that she wasn’t wearing body armour on top, the weight would only serve to drag her down. “Nik, tell me you’ve got eyes on this bastard,” she muttered into her earpiece. Each breath she took akin to the short, heavy panting of an overheated dog as she put on an extra burst of speed.  “Made a break through the crowd on other side of the marketplace,” he replied, as cool as ever, nonchalant in his response – a trait of his that Rory had come to rely on when shit started to hit the fan. “Heading towards the apartment building at the corner.”

“Flats. Got it,” she huffed. 

Legs burning as shin splints set in, the soles of her boots continued to pound against the old, worn cobblestone at full sprint. Fanned by the warm, arid wind that blew, fluttering through the awnings above her, causing the cloth to billow and flap like sails. 

When I find the son of a bitch, I’ll bloody kill him. Sweat dripped down her temples and dampened her hair, leaving it clinging to the skin. Her back and pits turned swampy the more she refused to slow her pace, even the back of her knees had begun to perspire, and her clothing stuck to her flesh in such a way she was reminded of school glue drying to the back of her hand as a child. Throwing open the door to the apartment complex, she pushed past the residents in the foyer who were about to exit, and started to ascend the mountain of stairs, flight after flight. Up, up, up. Double fisting the handrail on the stairwell, she propelled herself forward despite the atmosphere seeming to become thinner around her.

The clank of the door on the upper level being slammed open caught her attention. Followed soon after by the shrieks of residents as they were pushed out of the way by the track and field star she was currently hunting down. 

“Nik… bastard’s heading up.” Straining out a wheeze as she continued her pursuit, her cheeks puffed out as she exhaled. “Think he’s going for the roof.”

She slid round the corner of the stairwell, butting her way through the residents, making them scream for the second time as they were summarily shoved to the side by yet another person running as if they had the devil on their arse end. 

Rory lacked the time for niceties, there were no apologies given as her hand grabbed the handle just as it started to shut and flung the door open in time to see the runner turn the corner. He was so close now she could practically taste the brine of his sweat in the air – the stench of b.o. was one she could do without, however. Cartoon stink lines were hardly the bread crumbs she was looking for while on-foot, chasing down a target. 

Glancing back at her from over his shoulder, the runner’s brow furrowed. Reaching the end of the hall leading into the next row of suites, the flats of his palms met a wall, slamming on the brakes as he tried to halt himself. His head swung back and forth wildly, scrambling to decide the next route he’d take. Rather than heading for the next flight of stairs, as she assumed he would, he flew toward the open window at the end of the hall like a torpedo, swan diving out of it without a second thought. 

Reaching the window, she grabbed the frame to stop her own accidental quick descent and looked down, watching the target roll off the awning and land on a parked SUV below. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” she muttered. 

With a crack of her neck, Rory climbed up onto the window’s edge, gripping the walls the way she would the door before diving out of a plane, and jumped out. 

Wind roaring past her, her hair blew up and out of her face and the g-force fluttered her cheeks. Forcing her eyes to remain open, she fought the urge to close them as if facing that part of a nightmare where she was about to hit the ground and her imminent demise.

The nosedive ending as quickly as it began.

Ripping material prompted her to roll, barrelling off the awning, and her shoulder slammed down onto the vehicle before her back hit, punching all the air from her lungs. Winded, she sat there for a moment, gripping at her chest and groaning up at the sky, her breath escaping in a squeal like a rapidly deflating balloon.

The murmurs of a crowd beginning to form alerted her to begin moving again, the last thing she needed was more attention set in her direction. She slid down from the roof onto the bonnet and shambled off, hopping with a limp as she pushed herself to move forward. Each inhale was a sharp hiss between gritted teeth, rubbing at her shoulder as she bent and stretched her back. 

“Christ almighty,” she grunted, moving stiffly. “Going to need a bloody stiff drink after this, and a year’s supply of Tylenol.”

“First round’s on me, Sinclair,” Nik’s voice buzzed in her ear. 

“You’re a gentleman and a scholar, Nikolai.” Rory smirked and carried on, her entire body wailing in protest.

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[dangerkittenclaws]

Hi! If you are taking requests could I request a sleep token Vessel X reader where he comforts reader after a nightmare?

The amount of excitement I got when I saw this ask- AH!!! Hands down, nightmare comfort fics are my weakness by far, always have been. So thank you!! I hope you enjoy! This is STRONGLY inspired by my own nightmares and their aftermaths, so a tad self indulgent too. 😝😘

vessel x f!reader

warnings: nightmares obv, a lot of comfort from the cute lean bean of a man

It’s happening again.

It’s the one where you feel your body vibrating. Your mind is aware but your body is still asleep. You’re unable to move, frozen to your bed and unable to open your eyes. Not that you’d really want to see what was going on.

You feel as though you’re being watched from all sides. The only sound you hear is your own blood rushing through your veins and your lungs are moving oxygen so fast that you feel as though there's not enough. Panic sets in to your bones now.

You know it’s happening and you’re not able to stop it. Try as you might to tell yourself that it will be over soon, the terror that's being inflicted on you by whatever force above you is overwhelming.

You try to call out to Vessel, exerting all of your energy it seems, to get your voice to work, for air to move through your larynx.

The sound of your blood gets to be too loud and your entire being feels like it’s being shaken by this force that comes to haunt you too often.

Soon, you think through your panic. Soon you’ll pass out and it’ll be over. Soon is finally here.

Blackness envelops you, for how long, you’re unsure.

You wake up in near hysterics next. This time you’re able to move with your own will. Your legs come up to your chest as you sit upright.

Your breathing once again is too fast as you clutch the sides of your neck. You try to look around you to get your bearings.

Vessel moves to sit up next to you, “‘re okay, love. I’m right here.”

Tears fill your eyes and quickly overflow. You feel a hand rubbing up and down your spine, trying to get your lungs to cooperate. Your breath catches over and over again as you sob. The fear running through you is tangible.

Vessel realizes you’re past the point he usually can catch you to calm down. He gets up to be in front of you, moving the comforters to take your forearms in each of his hands.

“Hey, hey, focus on me,” he says seriously. You blink rapidly and look up to him. You try not to think about being frozen as you were, helpless and vulnerable.

“That's it. Focus on my voice sweetheart.” He puts your palms to his bare chest. This always helps you to focus.

“Breathe, baby. Slow. In and out. Do it with me. In and out.” You try to follow as best as you can through the tears streaming down your face. You feel his voice rumble through your hands as he speaks and his ribcage moving as he exaggerates his deep breaths.

He shushes you for a few moments. As childish as it may seem, it’s your favorite thing to hear.

You look into his eyes, trying to show him just how terrified you were a moment ago. You squeeze shut your eyes for a moment, more tears flow and you breathe out heavily.

“There you go. Just like that.” One of his hands leaves your own to caress your face. You lean into him. His thumb brushes underneath your eye, the skin there tender with hot tears.

You let your lungs fill with oxygen and breathe out again. It’s coming easier now, but your diaphragm still spasms occasionally.

“You’re okay now, pretty girl. It’s over.” He reassures you. He knows that this dream is recurring and petrifies you.

You breathe out before swallowing to speak, “I’m sorry. It.. it always feels so real.”

You always feel a bit stupid afterwards. It’s not like a zombie came back to life and ripped your leg off. Something normal be scared about. It’s just that an unknown force seems to make you unable to move on your own accord and to feel your body practically vibrating invokes such a fear into you that it leaves you unable to sleep for days afterwards. There’s never a zombie, as much as you wish for one instead.

“I know it does.” He reaches for your water cup on the nightstand and puts the straw to your lips. You suck down nearly half of it before exhaling again. “I’ll always be here, okay?” You nod at him as you take back your arms from him.

You get up to use the bathroom and gather your thoughts. By the time you get back to bed, Vessel is there, opening the covers to you.

“Come on, sleep time.” You slide in next to him, feet cold from the bathroom tile. You rub them together before finding his legs to warm them up. He laughs quietly, “Why do your feet always find me when they’re cold?”

“Because you’re always warm!” you whisper-yell.

He laughs again before sliding an arm around you.

“You know I’ll always be here for you, right? After every nightmare, after every dream.” He tightens his arm for a moment and leans down to kiss the top of your head.

“Mhmm,” You snuggle in closer to him, if that’s possible. “Thank you,” you whisper back before pressing your lips to his ribs.

You hear him shushing you again, knowing it's your weakness and your eyes close.

Vessel stays awake for a bit longer just to make sure your little breaths are even against his skin.

[daisiescomelate]

Sukuna's vessel: the prey

Sukuna's vessel: the series

Part 1 - Part 2 (you are here) - Part 3 (not yet) - Part 4 (not yet)

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Summary: Urame had no luck on their mission, fortunately Reader’s soul seemed to be more stable against Sukuna and most of the pain had resided. You are still not allowed to consume more fingers and the three of you had no other option than taking them along with you wherever you go. The sorcerers are getting closer and closer to your tail and your body it's still relatively weak. Urame suggests to split up to distract the sorcerers acting as bait. Now, you and Sukuna are on your own, hiding in the jungle of concrete that is Tokyo.

Rated: Teenage up

Content: Sukuna/Reader, cursing, date if you squint, hiding in abandoned buildings and going to cafes with a very opinionated demon king inside of you.

N/A: I messed up Urame's pronouns last time, I'm using they/them for Urame.

Sukuna's vessel: the prey

The sound of the machines grinding the coffee beans and the smell of the shop brought back some sense of familiarity and normality. You stirred the Ice Shaken Espresso with your straw hearing the clinking of the ice against the glass. People chatter away around you, soft music played in a low volume in the background to help the ambiance.

“He didn’t make up an excuse or anything, he simply texted ‘hi’ and I didn’t know what to say so I just played along.”

“You didn’t ask him about it?”

“It’s awkward, what if I sound too clingy?”

“You have been dating for a month already.”

“I don’t really think he would call it ‘dating’, actually.”

You supported your head on your palm, reclining slightly to the left where the two girls were sitting. What an asshole, you thought.

“Did you like your coffee?”

You jumped on your seat at the sound of a voice calling right next to you from the other side. A waiter stood there with a kind smile, you recognized them as the person who recommended the drink to you.

“Oh! Yes… It’s good, thank you.” You smiled back, trying to pretend like you didn’t get caught eavesdropping in someone else's conversation instead of trying your drink that was still untouched in front of you.

“That’s good to hear.” They said, politely, and flashed a wink at you before going back to the bar area. You sank in your seat embarrassed, hoping nobody else was able to tell what you had been doing.

Such a stupid face. So annoying.

You rolled your eyes at the voice in your head.

Behave. You said, knowing it would fall in deaf ears.

Do they always annoy customers like that here? And what do they expect to do with that muscle spasm?

Muscle spasm?

Their eye. They keep doing that. I want to pull it off. To help them out.

You sighed.

It’s clearly causing them trouble, I’m trying to be nice.

You ignored Sukuna’s petty claims and took a sip from the glass. The caramel mixed well and neutralized the worst of the bitterness of the coffee. You decided to distract the demon with some other banal topic.

Do you like it? You asked him, referring to the drink. You knew he could taste it from your tongue, he had kept the habit of staying close enough to your consciousness that he could catch most of what you smell, taste and touch, along with what you saw and heard. It was an odd feeling, like almost having him behind you at any moment, but something you had grown used to and missed every time he retreated.

Disgusting. He said, and you remembered it being someone’s recommendation.

Well, I like it.

Throw it off.

No.

He growled in irritation, and you could swear you could feel him pout. Every word of him also sounded as if it was spoken right behind your ear, instead of an echo in your mind. Sometimes your heart swelled with the feeling of wanting to turn your head around and find him right there in flesh and bones, but you knew that was not the case.

It’s been almost a month and a half since Sukuna was forced into you by the elders, and your body had gotten better at resisting his soul’s pressure, but you were still relatively weak and Sukuna still refused to come out to take over since your ability to be able to handle that was still uncertain. He said multiple times your soul still needed time to adapt to his presence, but as matter of factly as he sounded, you still doubted he was able to tell at any moment how well your body was doing other than the fact that you could now walk without whining.

Urame had to give up his mission of locating another vessel for the moment, having a more urgent matter at hand. the elders had put a price on your head and it was getting harder to run from the sorcerers. Pocket picking wasn’t doing the trick and you couldn’t run that far without a more considerable amount of money. Urame and you had decided on splitting the fingers and going in opposite directions; they would try to cause a ruckus somewhere else while you tried to find a good hiding spot. That was as good a plan as you could come up with.

“Hide somewhere until it's safe for me to come out. I will kill them all then.” Was Mr. Lord of the Underworld’s contribution during the meeting, with his thousand plus years of knowledge.

You buried the fingers under a deteriorated building somewhere close to the outside of the city, surrounded by talismans as an attempt to prevent other curses to feel their way towards them, and then came back to the mess of people that was central Tokyo to blend with the masses and hopefully be harder to find for the ones that were hunting you.

You didn’t even know if the talismans were properly drawn or placed, Sukuna was a horrible teacher. After ten hours of doing and redoing the talismans he had stopped you with a “Leave it like that”, which was very encouraging. Your stomach was on a constant knot, thinking of something or someone finding Sukuna’s fingers while you were all the way over here. You had asked him if he would be able to tell if something happened to them, “Sometimes, I don’t know” was his answer. Wasn’t he helpful? Truly the type of demon you wanted to be trapped with while running away like prey.

I have no more money for dinner. You said to him. The girls in the table next to you were now talking in a lower tone while looking at photos on their phones. So they noticed. Fuck.

Rob the shop.

Funny. There were cameras everywhere and you were trying to be invisible, but of course he knew that, he was just being a child again.

Sukuna ran with no morals, just desires. You knew that, and you were able to handle it most of the time –sometimes it was even helpful in your situation– but there were still things that were behind a line that you didn’t feel ready to cross. Like break into a house to take their stuff and stab the owner if they found you, as he had suggested. Not your thing, really.

You eyed the purse of a woman close to the front door of the shop.

Go ask the person with the muscle spasms for one of those cheesecakes, I have never had one before.

You knew Sukuna’s character since way before being thrown into this situation. You knew he was dangerous, you knew he knew he was lethal, you knew he was treated like a king due to the fear people had of him during most of his life. Sukuna spoke in imperatives, he ordered and dictated, and he would only expect obedience.

But since he allowed it, you wanted to be different.

I hate cheesecakes.

Silence. And a tingle of annoyance from the back of your mind.

You were well aware that if any other person tried to defy Sukuna’s demands the way you did, they would probably lose their throats. However, you were ready to take advantage of all the patience he had in store for you since you didn’t want to feel like a simple possession of him he could handle around as he pleased. Every chance of defiance you took was to prove yourself you were an equal to him as he accepted your own demands. You guessed Sukuna had caught up with your reasoning since he snarled way less to you than he had at the beginning. In short, you could feel like you were making significant progress.

You needed to state capricious and unjustifiable requests to him, ask him to bend over to you too. And he did. Any whim, any dumb complaint he would take as the test that it was and comply, showing you time and time again that you could move him around as you pleased and he would follow for you too. “Do you want to get a leash?” he had asked sarcastically once, but at that point you knew he would also allow it –for a very short and specific amount of time– if you asked for it.

If Sukuna handed you a knife and exposed his neck to you, you both knew he would be fine. It was a different type of trust, the one you were both trying to establish with one another. He didn’t want to scare you, you noticed. He wanted to show you that you were entitled to a certain amount of control in the bond you had been turbulently building since you met.

The raspberry muffin, then. He ordered next.

Fine. You said, because fighting him in everything all the time was suicidal. Middle grounds were good.

—

You tried to stay for as long as you could but still no messages.

I’m bored.

“Do not tell”, was the answer in the tip of your tongue. Sukuna was twisting around in your mind, like a child in their high chair wanting to get down. A raspberry muffin, a smoothie and two cookies later, there was no more money in your pocket to buy time in the coffee shop. On the other hand, the waiter from earlier kept turning to look in your direction and smiling, and Sukuna’s killing intent was rising and spinning dangerously inside you.

With a sigh you put the phone Urame had given you in your pocket and stood up from the table.

Are we finally leaving this hellish place?

Yes, we are.

Good. I don’t want to come back here, everything tasted horrible.

With the strength of a thousand soldiers, you held back the eye roll that was threatening to escape you. Oh, how much you missed Urame in times like this.

You made your way through the path in between the tables.

Do you want to go somewhere? It’s not even five p.m. yet. You asked him.

We are hiding, you can’t go walking around all day. Return us to that place.

You knew he was right but being a fugitive was a pain in the ass, it had sent you on a few spirals already that Sukuna had to pull you off from. You needed to walk around. It was too much, sitting alone in a corner of that dirty house or lying over that moldy mattress, hiding from the light because you felt as if the sky had eyes and was going to tell you off to the sorcerers. The paranoia was consuming you. It’s not gonna help with my recovery, you told Sukuna back then, trying to extort him into allowing you to go outside more often and not just to get food. He complained about the fragility of the human mind but he could tell it was true.

You walked next to the table where two people were discussing work, and then two students freaking out over an assignment.

Pick up your pace so we can see the sunset. You like that. He said with a stern tone.

Yeah…

You knew Sukuna used to be human but he forgot what it was like a long time ago, and he didn’t care for a millennium, but suddenly he found himself into a situation that had forced him –against his will– to have to relearn how it all worked because you were affected so much by it.

He hated it.

You don’t need that with me, his words from weeks came back to you just as clear. He meant the empathy, the guilt, the feelings of self worth, identity. Turn into whatever you want, I will take it.

It was scary. Sukuna felt like it would be so much easier if you turned into a monster –of any kind, really; he was constantly encouraging it. You didn’t know what type of monster that would be. What was the worst of your person? How would that grow if you let it sprout? What shape would it take? In what would it turn with time if you feed it?

You didn’t want to know.

You didn’t want to learn about that part of you that you knew was right there under the surface. You wanted to keep it buried, deeper and deeper, suffocate it under the dirt. That was what human meant to you, and that was what he wanted you to let go of.

So Sukuna was trying. Because you wouldn’t fold into his petition of abandon that that made you human, he tried his best to keep you calm. Telling you stories, hearing your nagging, calling you in to hold you, keeping his eyes out for things that you would like around you. The useless stuff, he would call it, that did so much for your heart. “You like that song”, “You like that flavor”, “A dog over there”, “It’s that celebrity”, “Your favorite color”. It was kind of ridiculous, to have the King of Curses point out puppies to you. Ridiculous to the point it could rescue your day and your smile that was now so rare.

Use the bus, you walked too much today. Sukuna’s order brought you back to the present.

We will see about that.

You were almost at the door of the shop. You look ahead to the side to the purse of the woman you had eyed earlier. She was still lively talking with her friends, moving her hands around in the air in a theatrical manner to immerse everyone more easily into the story she was telling. You picked up your pace just slightly, taking your hand out of your pocket and keeping your eyes looking right ahead of you. You were three steps away from the door, and two steps away from her booth. You raised your hand to scratch the lobe of your ear and then put it back down, stretching your arm just slightly so you could–

The woman picked up her purse sitting beside her and looked for something inside of it without stopping to talk to her friends. You licked your lips in frustration but kept your pace the same, as if you hadn’t just lost your dinner, and exited the store.

For fucks sake.

Sukuna hummed in your head.

Does this mean no bus either?

Yes. You bite back.

This is because you keep ignoring my ideas.

Shut up. I will just look for someone else on our way back.

You’re a horrible pick pocketer. You keep feeding my vessel with crumbs.

The cafes are the cheapest places with free wifi. We can’t go to restaurants. And we need the wifi to talk to Urame.

Your kindness to mere strangers is unnecessary. They would feed off you if ever necessary.

Shut it.

Insolent.

Old man.

HA!

Offended, Sukuna retreated to his domain.

Standing in the middle of the sidewalk the waters of the crowd divided to not step over you, with their hurried pace and their eyes on their phone, going over enthusiastic chats or low murmured repriments, everyone with their own colors and shades, but you still felt so out of place.

Sukuna was right, you had no more business roaming around at this hour. You regretted having to skip a meal but it wasn’t your first time either. You turned around and entered the flow of people going deeper into the heart of the city, hand on your pockets and face low so the shadow of the cap would cover most of your features. To see the sunset would be nice. And Sukuna liked them too, he was just playing tough.

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[a-queer-seminarian]

Everyone please pray for/ send good vibes to this sweet bean — we’re at the emergency vet right now because she suddenly started panicking and spasming and stuff 😭 She’s the cutest cat ever to exist she’s not allowed to be sick

ID: various photos of a small calico cat snoozing or being cute

[b4nka1]

overstimulation. gojo satoru x reader

where reader puts satoru in his place!

warnings: fem dom, male sub, whiny gojo, hair pulling, face slapping, oral (f!receiving), face riding, squirting, come eating, tongue fucking, crying, choking, dry milking (iykyk), bondage, overstimulation, handjobs, mentions of pissing if you squint. not proofread.

"that's it. you've pulled the last string." you growled, pulling satoru by his hair harshly into your room. he had been non-stop flirting with the receptionist at the front desk of the hotel where you were out for your vacation.

it was a rare chance for you both, two of the strongest sorcerers get a week off. you both decided on visiting hokkaido, and satoru really tried flirting with the receptionist in front of you.

you slammed the door shut of your hotel room, angrily staring down at the white haired man in front of you.

he looked at you with scared eyes, knowing that he really fucked up. "s-sorry..." he mumbled in a low voice, hoping ot would take just a simple, half-assed sorry to calm you down.

"sorry? bitch, i'm so fucking mad. the fuck makes you think that its okay for you to flirt with the receptionist in front of your fucking fiancée?" you snarled at his face, grabbing his collar harshly.

he whimpered, his limitless cursed technique long gone. "you really need to learn a lesson, don't ya? brat." you scowled, pushing him downwards onto the bed till his head hit the soft pillows.

he looked at you in excitement, yet in fear, anticipating your next move. before he knew it, you pinned his wrists above his head, using your scarf to tie his wrists up.

he gulped hard, looking at you through his sunglasses. you tool them off, grabbing his throat again, "are you really sorry?" you asked, raising an eyebrow angrily.

he licked his lips, so lost in feeling submissive to you. you grunted, sitting on his chest. "are. you. sorry?" you repeated, this time leaning vlpser to hks face.

he swallowed hard and nodded, "s-sorry..." you sighed, "fine. but you do need to learn your lesson." you smirked, taking your time to strip yourself off the summer dress. he gasped visibly, eyeing hungrily at your covered tits and ass.

you grinned maliciously, rubbing your clothed clit against his nose and you moaned. he greedily stuck his tongue out to lick at your clothed cunt, which earned him a tight slap on his face.

he whined, before pulling his tongue away as you continued to humph your clothed clit against his nose. you came to a step before orgasming. satoru eyed greedily at the wet patch on your bikini bottom, licking his lips in anticipation.

"hmm, eat me out." was all you said before stripping quickly off the panties, hovering your bare pussy over his face. "say, mommy please let me have your cunt in my mouth?" you grinned, teasing him.

he blushed, before repeating, "m-mommy...please let me have your cunt in my mouth- ngh! itadakimasu." he moaned as you immediately attached your cunt to his mouth. you whined and blushed when he said "itadakimasu", clearly embarrassed.

he moaned, licking at your clit, going down to your slit and prodding at the entrance with his tongue, panting like a greedy bitch.

he pushed his tongue into your hole, eyes closed as he enjoyed the feeling of hid face slowly being drenched by your slick, happily lapping up at whatever your pussy gave him.

he lapped up at your juices, slurping like he never had a meal before. his lips softly kissed and encircled your clit, sucking on the tiny bean which had you moaning and getting wetter.

he licked his lips before his tongue dived into your cunt again as your clit rubbed against his nose, sending you over the edge.

all it took was a last few kisses to your clit before the walls of your pussy began spasming, "i'm coming...ngh..." you moaned, pulling his hair and humping yourself against his face.

he had his tongue sticking out, using this as an opportunity to lick at your wet folds. your groaned, as your hips came to a halt.

satoru took no time to bring his lips back to your clit, sucking on it and nibbling on it. it sent you over the edge once again, as you squirted all over his face, crushing his head in between your thighs.

he happily lapped up at your fluids, his hair drenched partially in your squirt. "so good..." he whimpered, wanting more.

you sighed, bringing your spasming clit back to his face, and he grinned, kissing your clit millions of times before kitten- licking it, and finally sucking on it, sending shockwaves of pleasure through your veins.

he whined, tugging at his hands for you to take the scarf off. you grinned down at him, "ngh...you eat pussy too good... too bad the receptionist isn't here. she'd be jealous of me...sitting on your face like this..." you moaned when he slurped at your juices again, lapping greedily at your clit.

his tongue kept on abusing the tiny bean, nibbling and sicking and kissing and licking. your clit was super puffy and swollen by now, but you still had it in you to go.

you pulled his hair tightly, as he grunted and sucked your clit into his mouth harshly, letting it go with a pop after a few minutes. it was super swollen now. you whined, bringing a hand down to your clit and rubbing it, feeling the swell.

"sucked it well enough for you to make it swell? kr do you want more?" he grinned, kissing your clit over and over again. it was almost as if he was worshipping your clit in every way possible.

you moaned, "keep eating me out for a special surprise." you grinned. the word "surprise" got his attention before he nodded, sucking on your clit again, giving it all the attention in the world.

---

a few more minutes later, you were panting, hips writhing against his mouth as he kept on abusing your tiny bean which was now super puffy and swollen. you had finally let go off his hands as he spread your pussy lips apart, spitting om your clit. he moaned and watched his spit slide down your slit, landing on his own lips.

he co tinued to eat you out, determined to get one last orgasm ripped off you.

so he sucked and sucked and sucked on your clit, overstimulating you, as you whined, "such a good boy..." you whispered and smiled down at him.

he moaned, cheeks blushing as you praised him. his speed on your clit got even faster as he sent you over the edge for the 4th time already. you moaned, squirting yet again on his face. his hair was entirely drenched in your squirt now. his face had gone red, also drenched from your squirt.

"h-holy shit...you deserve a reward...which is more of a punishment." you grinned, before unbuckling his belt, unzipping his summer shorts and putting your hand into his boxers, pulling his dick out and holy shit.

it was drenched, literally drenched in precum, the tip an angry red color. you whistled, giving the head a lick at the slit and he moaned loudly, his hips buckimg upwards.

you grinned, doing the same over and over again, and satoru being satoru, just came from you doing nothing but lick at his slit a few times.

he panted, as his cock shot thick white ropes of his semen. some of it landed on your face but you didn't mind. you took the tip in your mouth, swirling your tongue around it, ripping another moan out of his chest.

"so sensitive?" you teased, licking his tip, pumping the rest of his cock with your hands. he had a fairly long and thick dick with many veins bulging over it.

all it took was a few more pumps and he was coming again. "tsk. you can't even last long. how pathetic." you scoffed, gathering his cum on your fingers, shoving them into his mouth.

he gagged at the taste of his own sperms in his mouth, blushing furiously as you did so. he whined, dick twitching with every second that passes by. his dick was too sensitive now.

the cool air made him harder than he already was. his dick was twitching, as you massaged his balls with one hand, the other wrapped tightly around the base of his cock while you placed kissing onto the tip.

he seemed to be enjoying it too much, as he again spurted cum from his dick, weaker this time due to the tight hold of your fist in his hands. it slid down his dick, onto your fist. using it as lube, you pumped his dick, which was now shiny and redder, and he whined, "fuck– too much!" he gasped, eyes blown wide when you continuously began to pump him.

within a few minutes he was coming again, draining his balls off semen, as he whined and orgasmed, face flushing red.

"e-enough..." he whimpered as tears rolled down his cheeks, feeling overstimulated. you shook your head, "one last. i know you'll do it." you smiled and encouraged him, pumping his dick, watching as precum drooled from the tip.

he whined loudly, almost screaming as his dick twitched, orgasming again, but nothing came out, except a few trickles of his clear piss. he was totally milked dry.

he cried, chest heaving as you kept on pumping his cock. his cock twitched furiously, his mind going blank as he babbled incoherent words.

he finally screamed again when another empty orgasm hit him, hips bucking high into the air. you pumped his dick the last few times before letting it go, watching it as it still stood hard, twitching a lot.

"that's a good boy...you know to not flirt with the receptionist again, right?" you smiled cunningly, patting his cum-soaked hair. he weakly nodded, eyes hooded as he gasped for air, still panting.

[noonaishere]

Online/Offline [C.S] - forty-eight | today’s prize is: Cash!

The game ended when Mick and Ryujin pulled a last minute Hail Mary and managed to kill San and Yeji. ‘Defeat’, the title said as it ended, the bean-shaped spacemen appearing on screen.

“Wow….” Yeji said. “We’ve known each other how long Mick? And you just kill me like that.?”

Mick laughed. “Hey, I don’t know why you thought I was so trustworthy when Cat correctly sussed me out for faking Keys.”

“It was literally Keys!” You shouted. “How did none of you believe me?”

“Um, I think I know.” San said.

“Don’t you dare.”

Bracken laughed loudly into his mic. “Please, Morn, tell us.”

“In the game before this, you:” San addressed you pointedly, “Voted the other imposter out, threw me under the bus, got Bracken voted out for faking something he didn’t fake--”

“Don’t forget that she reported my kill and then voted me out,” Ryujin added.

You laughed.

“Yeah, you reported your teammate’s kill and and then voted her out.” San amended his previous statement.

“And we won! So I don’t think I really did all that bad of a job. And also, that’s no reason not to believe me this time!” You laughed.

“Better than when Morn and Bracken won earlier because Yeji was third impostering so hard,” Ryujin added.

“Hey! I thought it was Mick!” Yeji shouted.

You all laughed.

“Cat, are you going to clip the part from earlier when we were in Decon and you divided Morn and Mick from the group?” 

“Yes, oh my god that was so good.”

2304273408: slut

For some reason that caught your eye, and your attention snapped to your chat. You saw it for a second before it disappeared and you would have thought you were seeing things if you didn’t already know that Quack was fast on the draw when it came to hate comments.

“Cat?” San asked.

“Yeah, sorry. What’d you say?”

“I asked what that looked like from your perspective.”

“Oh, it was like… you guys were almost done with tasks and I don’t know about Yeji, but I was panicking--”

“Oh, no, I was also panicking.”

The two of you laughed.

“So when me and her happened to walk over to Decon at the same time and I realized that there was a slim chance we could win, I spammed the button closed as fast as I could and managed to separate you and Mick from the group and we were able to kill you.”

“When I saw the doors start to close, I was like, ‘This is our chance!’” Yeji laughed.

“Wowwww…” San trailed off. “I’m going to watch that clip when you post it, it sounds good, actually.”

“Yeah, I was about to be mad, but it sounds like a great bit of tension.” Mick admitted.

“It was very cinematic,” Ryujin added.

“Okay, do we want to take a break? We just played four games in a row and I don’t know about you but I need more water.”

A chorus of ‘Yeah’s and ‘Yes’s answered Mick’s question.

“Okay, so… ten minutes?”

“Sounds good,” you answered.

Everyone muted as they took off their headphones and stretched or went to the bathroom or got snacks. You went to the bathroom and refilled your water and sat back down to the sound of crunching.

LeaBea: crunch munch crunch QuackIsWhack✅: So noisy A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH JohnnyYuta: CRUNCH CRUNCH

“Who’s munching and crunching over there?”

“Me.” San answered.

“Are you starting an ASMR channel?”

“Ohhh,” he said through whatever it was that he was eating. 

You heard him drag his mic closer and he began chewing the chips slower so he could exaggerate the sounds. Your brain went tingly and you spasmed at the sound.

“Gah!” 

“What was that?” He laughed.

“Ugh, you made my brain go all silly for a second and I got the jitters.”

YangYangGangGang: ASMR BRAIN!! A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: SONIC ATTACK! JohnnyYuta: IT’S SUPER EFFECTIVE!

“Noooo, shut up!” You laughed.

“Me or your chat?”

“My chat’s making fun of me.”

“You seem to get roasted by them quite a bit.”

“Yeah, I’m not sure if they’re friends or enemies at this point.”

A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: FRENEMIES JohnnyYuta: I love that skirt, where’d you get it? So retro

“Oh my god, Yuta and Tree are right: we’re frenemies.”

San laughed. “That… doesn’t seem good?”

“They’re kidding. We’re buds.”

JohnnyYuta: Best buds A🌲SurroundedBy🌷s: The bestest JohnnyYuta: The budest YangYangGangGang: The buddhist SleepySheepy😴: The boobist LuciPURR: Booba? MinHoe: Aww, I want boba now :(

You laughed at them and the rest of your chat went back to talking about whatever they had been chatting about while you were gone. 

You heard a sigh as Mick and Bracken sat back down at their desks, shortly joined by Yeji forgetting her mic was muted and Ryujin reminding her.

“Hmm…” Mick’s icon lit up as he thought out loud.

“Got something for us chief?” Ryujin asked.

He chuckled. “No, someone in my chat just asked why we don’t bet on the games we play.”

“Ew.” You said. “Life is enough of a gamble, I don’t also need to bet money on it.”

“I don’t have enough money to bet,” Yeji laughed.

“And like, what would happen if one of us is really good at a game and keeps winning and winning all the money? Then we’d end up never being able to play that game again.”

“Mhm.” Ryujin agreed.

“Also,” you added, “Keeho can’t bet. He’d be canceled right out of kpop.”

“They’d cancel him out for that?” San asked. 

“Yeah, it’s like an image thing. Gambling is right up there with drugs and bullying on the list of Things That Will Destroy a Career."

“Strangely enough,” you said, “plagiarism is not on that list.”

“Are we talking about the incident where that well-known-producer-I-won’t-name stole a nightcore song and didn’t even get in trouble when everyone found out?” Ryujin asked.

“You know the one.”

“Shots.” She said with a laugh.

You chuckled. It happened a few years ago, but it still made you mad.

“Well, chat, you heard the team!” Mick said to his own chat.

Bracken laughed. “What if we just did a prize at the end?”

“We’re not actually considering this, are we?” Ryujin asked.

“I don’t know, it could be fun. What do you think, Morn, you haven’t said anything.”

“Oh… I wasn’t sure if I was allowed, since I’m just a replacement for Keeho.” “You’re a part of the group, Morn.” You reassured him.

“Oh… really?”

“Yeah, we all like having you around.”

“Mhm!” Yeji agreed through whatever food was in her mouth.

“Yeji, chew before you choke yourself. And yeah, you’re cool, Morn.” Ryujin added.

“Definitely a stand-up guy.” Said Mick.

“Which is weird, because he’s probably sitting down.” Bracken added.

You all laughed. 

“Oh, um, thanks guys,” San said.

“Anyway,” you went back to the earlier topic, “for those of you in the chats who are wondering, Today’s prize is: Cash! Because we didn't know what to get you for your birthday anymore. We feel like we don't really know you since you moved out of the house, Susan. You never call.”

San laughed loudly.

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Hicvember Day 21: Fav Fandom

Hey yall! I know this is a day late, but when I got home from work yesterday, I ate dinner, my head hit the pillow, and I was out like a light.

CW: Fast hiccups, horror movie, mention of dog death, someone laughing at dog death

Fandom: F@irly 0ddP@rent$ A N3w ₩ish

Hicvember prompts used: fav fandom

And without further ado, enjoy!

A lot happened ever since D.ev and Ir.ep's takeover of Fa.iry Wo.rld:

D.ev was still a miserable kid, but he was deemed “too dangerous for fairies” so Jo.rgen made the ultimate decision to give him a second chance with the Provisional Fairy Godparent Program.

The Provisional Fairy Godparent Program, or PFGP for short, was a program that assigned fairies to a child part-time. Many used this opportunity as a test run for miserable kids who were also misbehaved and inherently bad. A fairy would be assigned to a kid and would only work either half-days, alternate between days, or a combination of the two.

Pe.ri was reassigned to D.ev under this program, disguised as a babysitter D.ale had hired for him. In addition to P.eri, Ir.ep was assigned as well as punishment for his crimes. He would have to work with P.eri and behave or else he'd be locked up for all eternity.

The two started out rough. Neither of them wanted to work together. They always argued and fought. But when they realized they both cared for D.ev–well, Peri already cared–and saw how their arguing was negatively affecting the boy, they put their differences aside and worked together. Eventually, their animosity toward each other fizzled out into a friendship and a few months after that, something more.

It was against F.airy Wo.rld law for fairies and anti-fairies to date, so they kept it secret from everyone. Their parents, their friends, they tried hiding it from D.ev, but he'd caught them flirting with each other before they kissed in front of him. He promised not to spill the beans if they never kissed in front of him again, deeming it as “gross.”

On their off days, P.eri would invite Irep to hang out in his parents’ apartment. There they would cuddle and watch TV. It wasn't much, but there really wasn't much they could do in public.

Today was one of their off days and the two creatures were on the couch snuggling and watching a horror movie while eating popcorn.

“Why did I let you pick the movie?” P.eri complained, hiding his face in Ire.p's shoulder.

Ir.ep's laughter lit up the room as he held his partner protectively, “cuz you know that there's nothing that will stop me from protecting you.”

P.eri smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek, “you sure you're an anti-fairy? Cuz you're just entirely too sweet.”

“Shut up,” I.rep grumbled and stuffed his mouth with popcorn.

“Sorry, sorry, I'm only teasing, Mr. Bad Boy,” P.eri smirked and patted his hair.

Ir.ep practically purred at the touch, leaning into their hand. “I should've never told you about my ability to purr.”

“Aww, why not?” P.eri playfully pouted, “it's so cute, it's not my fault for exploiting your special talent.”

“It's not a talent I would like to have,” Ir.ep crossed his arms.

P.eri smiled and lightly kissed his lips, “come on, it's not that bad.”

I.rep mumbled to himself as he continued watching the movie. Pe.ri chuckled slightly before nuzzling close to his boyfriend. Suddenly, the dog in the movie was brutally slaughtered. While Pe.ri whimpered and looked away horrified, I.rep burst into laughter.

“How could you laugh at such a horrible-” whatever else P.eri was going to say died in their throat when they heard,

“Hiccah!hic!hilp!Huck-uck! Ah fuck!- hic!hic!Huck'l!-oof, hic-hup!-hiccups,” Ir.ep whined as his body jerked forcefully with every spasm.

P.eri watched him incredulously, their heart pounding heavily in their chest. “You…have the h-hiccups.”

I.rep nodded, “ye-hip!-yeah, sorry…mainly happens higgup!-ah when I laugh too hard. HUCK!-ah, dammit, thought I grew hoop!-ooh out of this.”

“D…do they hurt?” P.eri asked, shifting in his seat, watching his every move.

I.rep opened his mouth to speak, only to be interrupted by another loud spasm. He cleared his throat and tried again, “no, just annoy–oying…” He raised an eyebrow suspiciously, “why do you hmp-ah ask?”

Pe.ri blushed and looked down, “n-nothing, it's nothing, sorry.”

“P.eri,” the anti-fairy paused the movie and looked at the trembling fairy he'd grown to love, “you know hic! you're a bad li-hip!-liar. Talk-uck!-uh to me.”

Ir.ep held P.eri's hands, squeezing them gently. The fairy looked at him as another couple of silent hiccups rocked his beloved's body. P.eri took a staggering breath before saying, “I, um…” they closed their eyes and shook their head, “I can't…”

Ir.ep looked at him with the softest look, “Pe–eri, I would never huck!uck! ever judge you, you can-hngk! tell me any-heek!hip!-anything. Heck, y–you can tell me where you hid a bo-hup!-dy and I'd help you get awa-hlp!huckuck!-oof away with it.”

P.eri chuckled slightly, looking back at him, “yeah…but this one, this…is kind of embarrassing…”

“Yo-hoop!-ou don't have to tell me if you don't wa-hack!hulp-ah!hick'm!HUP! fu-huck!UCK!-fuck! Hold on, let me get rid of-”

“No!” P.eri panicked.

I.rep blinked confusedly, “huh?”

P.eri's eyes widened as he realized what he'd just said. They sighed and ran a hand down their face. He looked at Irep and he spat out, “I…sorta enjoy listening to…h-hiccups.” They looked away, their whole face flushing a bright pink as they continued to ramble, “I-I don't know, I'm sorry, I know it's weird, and stupid, and I'm really sorry, I just really like how they sound and the way the body moves and…oh gosh I sound like such a freak…” P.eri took his other hand from I.rep's and covered his face.

Ir.ep's eyebrows rose in shock, “P.eri, don't apologize, it's not weird huck'l!huck! I promise. You can listen t-hilp!-to me hiccup whenever I get them. I don't mind at hip!hup!higgup!-mm all, sorry.”

P.eri peeked at him through their fingers, “wait, seriously? You don't think I'm a freak and you don't wanna break up with me?”

I.rep scoffed into another particularly strong spasm. After patting his chest, he placed his hands on P.eri's shoulders, “lo-hock!-look at me, love.”

P.eri slowly brought his hands down from his face, “y-yeah?”

“I-HULP!” I.rep blushed. “ahem-hicculp!- sorry, not how I pla-hip!-planned on starting that. I love you, okay? You en-hmpk!‐enjoying my hiccups isn't gonna change an–nything. Well, except maybe ho-hilp!huck!-uh how frequently I get them-”

“No! I…I mean, please, just let them come naturally?” P.eri held Irep's head in his hands, giggling when the next hiccup lifted his head up from their grip. “I would hate for you to deal with hiccups when you don't want to. Especially when you find them painful or nauseous or even too annoying, then I don't like them…”

I.rep nodded, “I understand hip!hic!-uh P.eri. Is there any-HUP-AH!-damn…is there anything tha-hack!-that you wanna do-up!-o?”

“Can I please just lay my head on your lap?” P.eri requested.

“Of course, c-hngk!hmp!mp!hup'm-fucki–ing,” Ir.ep huffed frustratedly. “I'm so-hilp!‐sorry. C'mere.”

“And you're sure you're not in pain?” Pe.ri worried as he lay his head on I.rep's lap in time to feel his stomach bounce with another strong and fast hiccup cluster.

“Yeah, they're just hick'm!hup!‐oof really fast sometimes. It's a-huck-uck!-annoying, bu-huck!hip!huck-up!-but it's nothing I can't hock! handle, I prom-mp!mk!h'muck!‐promise,” I.rep reassured them with a kiss on their forehead.

“Okay…but you let me know immediately when anything changes, and I mean the exact moment, got it?” P.eri looked at him sternly.

“And so-huc!-o what if I don-hum'k!-n't, hmm-hmnk!-mmm?” Ir.ep smirked playfully.

“Asshole,” P.eri rolled his eyes and wrapped his arms around I.rep's torso to ride the next bout of hiccups.

Ir.ep's jaw dropped, letting out a very loud HIGGUP!, before gasping and teasing slightly, “oooooh, P.eri cursed~ you gotta put money in the swear jar, you potty mouth.”

“Wha- no, that's only when we're around D.ev!” Pe.ri squawked up at him.

“Nuh-uh! How come you make me do it regardless then?” Ir.ep crossed his arms.

“Because…” then P.eri realized something a little disappointing, “wait, they stopped…”

“Huh?” Ir.ep blinked, completely confused by the shift in topic.

“Your h-hiccups,” P.eri stammered, biting their lips, “they're gone.”

Ir.ep was quiet for a moment, seeming to come to a similar conclusion. “Well shit, guess they are. Sorry, Cotton Puff. Guess that last big one scared them off.”

“It's ok,” P.eri shrugged, not budging, “they'll come back eventually. Besides, you looked like you could use a break.”

“You are so sickeningly sweet, it's gross, you know that?”

“And yet, you love me~” P.eri smirked up at him.

Ir.ep grumbled and looked away, “yeah yeah, I do.”

P.eri kicked his little feet and squealed excitedly. They loved hearing and knowing their boyfriend loved him for who he was. He leaned up and kissed his chin, “and I love you too.”

I.rep only blushed and turned the TV back on. The two panicked when they heard the keys jingling outside the door. P.eri frowned, but quickly sat up and Ir.ep poofed away after blowing them a kiss. He smiled at the spot next to him as the door opened.

“...and then I told them to-” W.anda's voice trailed off as she noticed P.eri on the couch, “oh, hey P.eri!”

“P.eri!” C.osmo also cheered and dropped everything to hug P.eri tightly.

“Ok, ok, dad, I'm suffocating here,” P.eri tried to wiggle free.

“What're you doing watching a horror movie by yourself?” W.anda raised an eyebrow at them as she ruffled his hair. “I thought you hated horror movies.”

“Ah, yeah, well…let's just say I was…feeling nostalgic,” P.eri glanced at a family picture they took with his godbrother.

That seemed to work to distract their parents enough from his unusual movie selection. He knew his parents were saying something, but he couldn't focus. He was thinking about the future, looking forward to hanging out with his boyfriend again.

Fin~

[ermalilee]

I don’t think I’ll write a fanfic but my god there’s a Vincent Law / Ergo Proxy smut drought!! Where my horny tumblr writers?! Where my Ergo Proxy fans?! Need some Vincent/ergo fanfics extra smutty STAT!!!

I have so many ideas/headcanons.

Like it really depends who you’re fucking, like are you doing Vincent or Ergo? Vincent is such a cutie patootie so he’ll be sweet and gentle but really eager. He might fuck you in his Vincent form because he’s afraid of hurting you as Ergo Proxy. But don’t worry you’ve got a monster fucker license!! Ergo might be huge but you can take him ;)

Ooh what if Vincent is trying to control himself because if he loses himself in the pleasure he might turn into Ergo Proxy? And he’s scared that’ll hurt you in the process? Mhmhmhm but you encourage him you can handle Ergo. Ergo is a little more different from Vincent who’s really sweet and honest. Ergo proxy is like idk 7 feet tall so he’s got an arm between his legs and those nails that scratch… He’s more reserved and a little harder to get out of his shell but my god he knows how to fuck! Definitely can get a little rougher with him and scratch his back and he bites!! Will definitely leave handprints on your ass from gripping so hard. Maybe might draw a little blood bc of his nails but you like it! He’s careful with you but still he might prick you. What if he had a crazy long tongue on some Venom type shit? Holy shit hell yeah. He’s definitely an eater. Ergo will make sure you’ve come at least three times with his mouth and that you’re good and stretched out to take on his cawk. And he’s actually kinda shy about being vocal but you do get some moans outta him, especially when you try giving him head. He loves when you try to suck him off, he thinks it’s cute of you to try. Ergo Proxy loves to fuck! He loves any position where he can see you and your face; he loves your reactions. He’s heavy on the eye contact as he eats you out. And he absolutely loves when you’re riding him and grinding against him to really get that bean stimulation. He thinks that’s so hot. He loves seeing you get off 1000% Honestly I think he enjoys seeing you come the most when it comes to getting down and dirty. He loves having his face covered in your juices… you’ll probably beg him to stop eating you out after so many rounds and he’ll grin and tease you still. He’s reserved but when he’s into it he loves to tease you and see you desperate. It makes his cawk start dripping just at the sight of you unraveling all sweaty and disoriented from all the orgasms. And after so much teasing with his tongue and fingers (he’s very careful with his nails) to stretch you and lubricate you, when he finally eases into you very slowly, you see stars!! That gets you shaking and spasming and coming all over him. So he stays still and holds you, kissing you all over your neck before you’re okay for him to move.

Also would you want the mask on or off with Ergo? Maybe you take it off halfway during the deed because you want to see him? Maybe that makes his heart skip a beat. And then you embrace him real close and give him a nice passionate kiss as he drills into you? Okay wait I’m cooking…

[paperbonessteelskin]

My classmates; oh my god it’s our last show. I’m so stressed about our show lol.

Me; *sleepless, nauseous, hungry, twitching, spasming, filled with brain fog, and crying at random shit* cool beans children.