#because they Do Not Know What They Are Doing.

[goysus]

I love them.

I hate smitten with a burning passion, and he does not deserve happiness for what he did to he in the castle, but everyone else can have love :)

STP voices x princesses

Because I wanted a reason to draw them all >:D

Also lil bonus ✨

[chase-prairie]

So you found a dead body in the woods

The worst thing you've worried about, going on hikes, happens. This happens often, in the grand scheme of things. It's always joggers and dogwalkers and hikers. My unlucky day came on October 24, 2022.

So what do you do when you find a dead body?

Look in the other direction and take a breath. Panic wont help you or them.

If you are comfortable, approach them and try to help. If not, it's okay. I was unwilling to approach (they looked real dead) and my 911 operator was 100% totally supportive and okay with that.

Walk a little ways away. There is no reason why you need to keep staring at them. It's okay. Seeing a dead person is really wack!

When you've caught your breath, call 911. My first thought was "Oh god, I don't want to talk to cops." and, good news, it's not cops! 911 responders are different people. They are trained to talk to you, to reassure you, and to help you. They are there for you. They understand you are freaking out. They are kind and patient.

Your new buddy, the 911 person, will help you figure out where you are, exactly. They have access to your location via cell-tower and GPS, but if, like me, you were off-trail (oops), they might need your help navigating to you. I offered to also send a photo, and he provided an email, which he received immediately. I deleted the photo I took right away.

Hang out on the phone with your dispatch friend. They're going to want to keep in touch with you as the paramedics approach. Are you freaking out by chattering too much? Are you freaking out by being dead silent? Both are okay! Apparently, my panic response is to become Super Midwestern Chatty. I was able to make him laugh, which I count as a win.

Holler to the paramedics. My paramedics came deep into the ravine-filled woods, about six men, steering a rolling bed thing. We shouted at each other until they made it to the body. It would have been funny, watching them fumble along, if it wasn't so serious.

Get out of there! The paramedics don't need anything from you. They're busy doing their job. They shooed me back to the trail and to the parking lot. I didn't have to go anywhere near the body.

Meet cops in the parking lot. In my situation, the cops didn't want anything from me. They were just picking their noses in the parking lot while the paramedics did the real work. The cops said thanks for helping, while covering their bodycams, because they're pigs.

Go eat donuts. Christ, that was a lot. Let yourself comedown and get some sugar to kickstart your system.

Feel good that you gave a family closure. Yeah, that sucked. Yeah, your therapist is going to hear about this. Yeah, next time you come to this location, you're going to need a friend with you. But you did the right thing. You'll never know their family, but know that you gave them closure.

[unpretty]

Do u think Clark has like. Weird organs. Does he have lungs. Is his heart on the right.

has weird organs. lungs too big. some extras that humans don't seem to have. he doesn't know either and refuses to let anyone look if he can help it. martha avoided a lot of uncomfortable questions when he was a kid by saying she didn't believe in various medical procedures because she was a unitarian. she really coasted on no one in smallville knowing what a unitarian was. when an actual unitarian moved to smallville there was a lot of confusion until martha told everyone she'd been lying because she was actually in a cult at the time. no one had a problem with this because it seemed like it explained a lot.

[buggachat]

Honestly the thing about Adrien’s s6 model that feels so odd to look at is that he LOOKS like he’s in an awkward transitional period. He LOOKS like he kind of doesn’t really know what to do with himself so his hair grew out a bit and he let it just get limp on his head because he’s paralyzed with indecision on what to do with it. He LOOKS like he awkwardly stands out among his friends who all got new styles and changed their appearances while he’s still awkwardly stuck in the past. He looks so much like how he did before but Not Quite, and that’s unsettling when every other character simply looks new. So while I can’t help but feel like something is Off every time I look at him, I’m also like… yeah. Yeah, that actually fits him perfectly for where he is right now. Trapped in a new situation that he doesn’t know how to navigate while his past haunts him. Trapped not knowing a single thing about himself while all his other friends move on.

[darthlenaplant]

Societal "progress" is not something that happens automatically. Women had to/still have to FIGHT for their rights. We have come far in the last 160 years. Queer peoole had to/still have to FIGHT for their rights. We have come far in the last 100 years. Black people had to/still have to FIGHT for their rights. We have come far in the last 250 years. Workers had to/still have to FIGHT for their rights. We have come far in the last 180 years. Disabled people had to/still have to FIGHT for their rights. We have come far.

We have come far, but the goal still hasn't been reached either.

Every generation has to carry on the work that has been done by the previous one, and push the flag further.

If we don't, our oppressors come back and put it back at the beginning and we'd have to start all over again. Don't let them destroy the work we and our forebearers have done so far.

That's why we all have to fight against being split up too. Because alone, we are weak.

United, we stand strong.

Worker, Freemason, Jewish, Black, Disabled, Queer, Women, Catholic, Muslim, ANY Marginalized Identity, we need to reach out our hands to our bethren and stand against those that try to split us up.

Because those that try to split us up, do so because they have no good intentions toward us.

The fact that this is 80 fucking years ago but still just as relevant is terrifying.

[retiredteabag]

I’m listening to you

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, and Megumi

Synopsis: You stop talking because you assume they aren’t listening… how silly of you, but how do they react?

my masterlist

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Satoru

It would probably be like any other day, he had probably just come back from a mission, laying across the couch and you would be in the kitchen making a snack board as you talked about numerous different things.

The conversation would shift through a multitude of topics as one thing would then reminded you of the next.

As you were getting the chips, you would explain the drama at work after that you would go and get some hummus while you explained the love life of one of your coworkers thereafter you would be reminded of a friend of yours from high school while piling up some cheese cubes.

Throughout all of this, there were very few breaks in your speech. When you finally came to the living room, Satoru would be facing towards you, with his head slightly tilted back on the armrest and his feet dangling off the other edge.

You could see him, just not very well. His blindfold would also be on, not an uncommon occurrence, but it would still be hard for you to see the slight changes in his facial features that typically depicted his emotions to you.

After awhile, you might start to wonder if he was feeling tired from the mission or if he just wasn’t paying attention. It’s okay, getting distracted happens to everyone sometimes.

Your words would taper off.

Believe me when I say it would not take this man any longer than say…five seconds for his head to raise and voice to pipe up,

“Well what happened next?”

And with a grabby hand he would add,

“Aren’t you gonna share those?”

Turning to point at the snacks in your lap.

For such a chatty guy, you would be surprised by how much he enjoyed just listening to others. Especially if it meant listening to you.

Nanami

Let’s be realistic here, this man would never take his undivided attention away from you.

That being said, the situation would be a little bit different with him. You guys would probably be out for coffee. Maybe the both of you had been busy for a while and felt the need to make a day out of catching up.

You know that embarrassing feeling when you get the notion you’ve been talking too much? It would be something like that.

You would have been gesturing and looking around the room while you talked about this and that. Unbeknownst to you, he would have hearts in his eyes while he listened to your ramblings.

That sudden itch would get to you though, the notion that, maaaaaaaaybe you have been talking about yourself too long.

One quick look at your man caused a shiver to run up your back at the eye contact.

There would be a pause in your speech, and he would nod at you to encourage more words to spill fourth, but now you were all flustered.

You would trip over your words, stuttering every so often before eventually apologizing.

“What is it, dear?”

He would ask, after a moment of you trying to collect yourself, he would assume that you had simply lost your train of thought and remind you of the topics you had been previously sharing.

You would thank him even though that wouldn’t have been the issue at all.

How could you not get shy when he was looking at you like that?

Choso

This would have to occur after a long day. Either during nap time or before you both went to bed.

He would be laying his head on your chest as you played with his freed hair. Talking about stuff you had seen online, talking about your plans for the next day, talking about what you were planning to eat for lunch tomorrow, the list could go on.

Every so often he would hum or nod his head. But after a while, you would look down and see that his eyes were closed.

It wasn’t hurtful, or embarrassing. It has been a long day for the both of you, and he was probably just tired. He often fell asleep easily when you combed through his hair with your nails. So you wouldn’t be offended as you go silent.

After you stop talking, though, he would grab your free hand and fiddle with your fingers, saying,

“I like those tacos too… we should get lunch together!”

You would giggle and tug on a lock of his hair, “I thought you were asleep.”

He would spin around onto his chest, chin pressed slightly into you while he looked up at your eyes through those big, long, lashes of his, “But you were talking to me?”

Sukuna

This man :| he would get offended if you insinuated that you could possibly be boring him.

Of course, it would be his fault, too. He would complain and whine all the time about how uninterested he was in your life. Griping that he had better things to do than just sit around and listen to you talk.

But don’t misunderstand, there was nothing he desired more than to watchyou speak about things that impassioned you.

But perhaps one of those instances you would take to heart, he was a busy man after all. It’s not like he had all the time in the world to listen to you yap about nonsense.

So after a long while in his chambers, you would just kind of go silent. ‘Allowing’ him a little time to himself.

Just earlier that day, you would have been telling him a story about one of your fellow workers at the estate. Sukuna had rolled his eyes at the incompetence of his staff as you giggled on about how a man got his hand stuck in a jar full of fertilizer.

You would take his disinterested countenance to assume that he was bored with you. For someone so ancient, he did have an attention span fitting to the times.

He always told you not to make assumptions about him, but after him asking you on several occasions, “and why are you telling me this?” You couldn’t help or conclude that he wasn’t all that interested.

I’ll tell you now. As much as he would like to pretend that was the case, it is far from the truth.

He would frown while laying on his bed. “Why did you stop?”

You would spin around, slightly surprised that he had even been paying attention. “Oh I just thought maybe I was boring you…”

That would cause him to sit up, scowling in your direction, “Did I say that?”

“Well…”

“Did. I. Say. That.”

“…no?”

Undeniably, sassy, he would splay out his arms in a “see??” type of motion. Waiting rather impatiently for you to continue on so he could relax to the sound of his lovers soothing voice while pretending to be impartial to it all.

Toji

This prick.

He wouldn’t do a thing lol

This man would let you assume he isn’t listening, let you think he’s off somewhere else, let you think he’s checked out.

But that could not be more wrong.

Maybe he’s eating his lunch, or watching tv, or texting someone. Whatever the case, there’s nothing he’s more locked into than your words.

In fact, it would take you a while into your relationship for you to realize this, but sometimes you would have to be careful around Toji because once you said something, this man would remember it forever.

You probably wouldn’t even think about it when you stopped talking, deciding to put your efforts into something else. But Toji would notice.

He wouldn’t bring it up though, not for days. But eventually he would crack the conversation back again, flipping the newspaper over and avoiding your eyes.

You would spin around on him, wondering how he even knew the things he was talking about. Then it would hit you.

“Wait… you were listening?”

He would scoff, elbows on the table, finally looking at you over his reading glasses. “Excuse me?” He would point an accusatory finger at you and set down the paper. “Was I listening?”

You would gape at him open mouthed, “Well… how was I supposed to know?”

He would roll his eyes in the most dramatic of fashions, getting up from the kitchen table to stroll over to you. “Please,” he would groan, grazing a knuckle over your neck,

“You’ve always got my attention.”

Yuuji

One might think this would happen early on in the relationship but I would argue this situation would happen after years together.

Why? Well, Yuuji is a super excitable guy, he also just loves talking to you. You both make a great pair because the two of you always converse in a way suitable to each other.

For example, sometimes you’d interrupt one another, never in a rude way, but in a way that shows passion about the topic at hand. That would bring on a whole new discussion and keep the conversation flowing.

Yuuji was a great listener when he needed to be but mainly he was a great conversationalist. Neither of you needed to do heavy lifting when you talked. It was great!

After awhile though, the two of you would become more and more comfortable around one another and more accustomed to the way you spoke.

That’s why it was so weird to see him less active in a conversation. He wasn’t interjecting with his little agreements or experiences. He would still be looking at you, but it was different.

It wasn’t out of the realm of possibility that he might just be uninterested in the topic so you would get all quiet, focusing on something else until he spoke up.

“No, keep talking.”

Grinning at you, he looked just like he always did.

“You’re not bored?”

He would squint, confused at the notion, “Why would you think that?”

“I don’t know, you just seem a little quiet I guess.”

But he would just smile at you, “I don’t know what it is… but recently I’ve been liking just admiring you.”

He would say things like that out of the blue all the time by the way.

“Yuuuuujiiiii” you would groan.

“What? Doesn’t mean I’m not listening!”

Megumi

Inversely to Yuuji, this would happen with Megumi early on in y’all’s relationship, likely pre-relationship when the two of you were just getting to know one another.

Megumi wasn’t really shy at all, he was more reserved, even though you weren’t all that talkative, he could still unintentionally make you feel like a blabbermouth at times.

The two of you would probably have been out on a walk together, or maybe in the cafeteria getting lunch, wherever, you would have been sharing some piece of yourself with him.

It would also probably have been a long time since he had spoke up. Sometimes he wouldn’t even give listening cues so it’s not too unusual to suppose that he was checked out.

Megumi was NOT checked out though. He was filing every little word you said away into his brain, and thinking of the best way to respond to you.

You might not know this though, so after awhile you might get all shy, suddenly looking off, fiddling with the hem of your shirt. Embarrassed that he hadn’t heard a word, that’s when he would turn to you,

“I’m listening.”

Simple as that.

Reassuring but not overly affectionate.

He would do it in public and in private. If you were in a group and he could tell your confidence was slipping he would jump in to let you know that he cared about your thoughts and opinions.

And like in this instance when it was just the two of you, he might reach over to grab your hand, letting you know,

“I’m still here.”

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[bunnis-monsters]

Late night thoughts about incubus husband…

He’s such a flirt. Every time you go out he dons a different human disguise. It’s always annoying seeing him flit about the bar, changing himself to cater to whichever person he’s talking to.

Really, your husband just wants to make you jealous. He’s a bit of an attention whore, and usually you’d just tug him away and ride his cock until he’s sensitive and crying, begging to fill your cunt with his cum but being denied because of how bad he was.

But he went a bit too far tonight.

You were finishing off your drink when you spotted him across the bar, his fingers twirling a woman’s hair. Already this was a bit much for you, and you stood to stop him.

But you froze in place when his eyes glanced towards you before he wrapped an arm around her waist. “Looks like I’m taking home a pretty lady tonight. Don’t worry, my wife won’t mind.”

He glanced back to gauge your reaction, excited to face some kind of kinky punishment for being a flirty brat… but instead he was met with your teary eyes.

Instantly the woman was forgotten as he followed you out. “W-wait, please, you know I wasn’t being serious, right? I was just-“

You turned on your heels, pointing a finger into his chest. “Maybe to someone like you marriage is just some kind of fun game, but it actually means something to me! I don’t exactly enjoy you treating my love for you like a joke!”

His eyes went wide with shock and hurt, his disguise disappearing as he reverted back to his original form. The sight of his tail twitching nervously almost made you soften… almost.

“My love… that’s not-“

You swatted his hand away, storming off. “… find somewhere else to sleep tonight. I… need to rethink some things.”

Your husband stared at your back as you left, his chest aching in a way it never had before. Could this really be the end of your marriage? No, no of course not. You loved him, and he would do anything for you. There’s no way such a small issue could divide the two of you that easy… right?

Oh how wrong he was.

When he attempted to come home the next night, his clothes and personal items were packed up on the porch, and the locks were changed.

This wasn’t something he could just smooth over with a few kisses and a good fuck. You were genuinely upset, something he could barely comprehend.

Upset? Why, because he was being a bit of a brat? His view only changed when he was complaining to a friend through tears and a glass of wine.

“Well, what would you do if she did the same?”

The glass shattered in his hand, his pupils turning into slits. The image of you walking up to a man, cooing and attempting to seduce him right in front of your husband made his heart boil in a jealous rage.

So that’s how you felt…

“I’m an idiot…” he murmured, looking at your picture. When he married you, he swore off ever having sex with another person. You were his sole source of sustenance and love, his only reason to breathe and live.

If he lost you, what would he even do besides sob until his heart stopped?

If he wanted to keep his beloved, he’d have to win you back…

Fortunately, the incubus knew just what to do.

Part 2? And should I go the yandere route or normal route?

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[kashverse]

the first time it happens, sukuna doesn't even react.

your daughter, a tiny little thing with a head full of wild hair that looks just like his but with your color, storms up to him while he's adjusting his tie. she's got a determined look on her face, a plastic figurine clutched in her tiny hands—a sonny angel doll, of all things.

"papa, hold," she demands, her chubby fingers working to shove it into the breast pocket of his pristine, custom-made suit. he looks down at her, red eyes blinking slowly. then he looks at you, standing off to the side, barely holding back your laughter.

"what is this?" he asks flatly.

"sonny angel," your daughter says like it's obvious. "he's cute. for you."

you make a choked noise behind your hand, and sukuna exhales through his nose. his baby girl, his tiny menace, is standing there with all the confidence of someone who has never been told 'no' in her life. because, well. she hasn't. so what does he do? he lets her shove the damn thing in his pocket. adjusts it a little so it's sitting neatly, because if he's going to have a tiny cherub-faced baby figurine sticking out of his suit, it's at least going to look intentional.

"happy?" he asks.

his daughter beams at him, gives his pant leg a firm pat like he's done a good job, then scurries off to continue whatever other toddler nonsense she was up to before this. you’re wheezing in the corner.

"don't say a word," he warns, fixing his cuffs.

you grin. "i didn't say anything."

cut to his meeting later that day. sukuna walks in like he owns the place (because he does), radiating his usual aura of dominance and unrelenting authority. his executives are already seated, tense and ready, knowing full well that sukuna does not entertain idiocy. but today? today there is something new. today, nestled neatly in the breast pocket of his three-piece suit, is a tiny, plastic baby figurine wearing a duck hat.

the entire room freezes.

one poor soul, likely new and unaware of how the corporate hierarchy works under sukuna, makes the grave mistake of letting out the faintest, almost imperceptible snort.

sukuna turns his head very slowly.

"who the fuck just laughed?"

silence. absolute, suffocating silence. the man looks down at his notes as if they might save him from impending doom.

sukuna leans back in his chair, tapping a clawed finger against the conference table.

"anyone else got something to say about my sonny angel?"

no one breathes.

good.

he conducts the rest of the meeting as if nothing is out of place, occasionally adjusting the little doll in his pocket like it's just another part of his attire.

by the end of the week, rumors have spread. no one dares to question the sonny angel. entire powerpoint presentations are given with the utmost professionalism while a tiny, smiling cherub peeks out of sukuna’s suit.

by the end of the month, it becomes an unofficial rule of the office. mock the sonny angel? fired. make a comment? fired. even looking at it for too long earns you a pointed glare.

and by the end of the quarter, the entire upper management team has started discreetly wearing their own sonny angels in solidarity. your daughter, completely oblivious to the corporate chaos she has caused, simply continues her toddler life, happy and content in the knowledge that her papa always carries her gift with him.

and sukuna? well. if having a tiny plastic baby in his pocket means seeing his little girl’s delighted grin every morning, then so be it.

[im-a-loaf]

@ghostertoasted ALKJKGALHJSKF

... car

[connorsui]

He stood outside the courthouse, using the building’s reflective glass as a makeshift mirror. He adjusted the tie she’d picked out for him that morning, tugging it loose and then tightening it again until it sat just right. His free hand ran through his hair, smoothing the strands she’d ruffled when she kissed him goodbye with a sly smirk. The faint scent of her perfume clung to his shirt, and he couldn’t help but smile.

“Man, your wife is insane,” an officer muttered as he walked past, throwing him a glance.

Without missing a beat, he chuckled, straightening his collar. “Yeah, no shit. Why do you think I married her?” He shot the officer a grin through the reflection, adjusting his cufflinks like this was just another day in his life. “I’m literally on my way to her trial right now, carrying her favorite cookies and wearing the shirt she insisted on. Hell, I’ve even got her eyeliner in this bag because, and I quote, she wants to look stunning for the pictures.”

He gave himself one last look in the glass, smoothing the fabric of his shirt, before turning to the officer. “And when this is all over, I’ll be paying her bail. Not because I have to—because I want to. She’ll come out, probably ask for a shopping spree or some fancy dinner, and you know what? I’ll give it to her. Every last bit.”

His voice softened as he glanced down at the cookies in his hand, a quiet smile tugging at his lips. “Because she’s my wife. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

[fragilefawn333]

you're my religion ♡ -

caitvi x religious virginfem!reader (roommate AU) - smut !! - religion by lana del rey

cw; bottom!reader x cait x g!pvi- peeping, religious guilt and imagery, sex-negativity, threesome, virginity-taking, slowish sex, praise, guided masturbation, scissoring, penetration, comfort (2.1k)

Moonlight spills through hastily shut curtains, a small noise at the far-end of the apartment disturbing slumber. You know that your roommate, Caitlyn, has a habit of sneaking her friend in at the middle of the night. Sometimes they make noises, and you usually keep your eyes screwed shut — not wanting to intrude on Caitlyn’s privacy. The wall between your beds serves a purpose. But tonight, your curiosity spikes. You cannot mutter prayers into bitter-air and force yourself back to sleep after the dream you just had. So instead, your socked foot meets cold, wooden flooring as you quietly sneak to peer into the crevice of the door, somehow left open. You keep one hand on the cross that hangs delicately from your neck, dipping down into the crux of your chest.

The room is dark, only the faint stolen-light of the moon and a simple lamp illuminates Caitlyn’s bed. You put your face to the crack in the door, watching as a figure rises. Your breath hitches as you catch sight of writhing bare back, layers of perspiration stuck to skin glistening under silver haze. A moan falls on stunned ears, as you peek further and see your roommate Caitlyn, naked, grinding on her ‘friend’s’ face. Huh.

Heat throbs in your veins, blood rushing to taint cheeks dusty-red. Your left hand wanders down to grasp at your necklace again, a lifeline to your belief — everything you’ve known. Yet the scene unfolding in-front of you presses your thighs together, all sensations heading downwards.

The silhouette falters, then stills. Your breath quickens, light bouncing off the walls and into your eye. You bring up a hand to rub at it’s sting, and in the process; accidentally knock the door. It creaks as it opens another inch, revealing you to the two women.

You stumble backwards, hiding your face in your hands in attempt to conceal yourself. Pure humiliation wracks through your body, because - fuck - you just watched your roommate do dirty things, and you watched your roommate dirty things.

There’s a muffled noise from the bed, you can’t make out precise features but that doesn’t stop you from picturing Caitlyn’s face when she realises what a pervert you are.

“It’s just my roommate,” you hear Caitlyn assure her ‘friend,’ now turning her figure to you — “Honey, what’s wrong?”

Caitlyn sits, now turned to you, so unashamed of her nakedness. Through the darkness, you can see her hold a hand out to you — beckoning you. Your feet move without permission, pacing dangerously close to Caitlyn’s bed. Caitlyn’s body. You stop at the foot of her bed, now able to get a better view than you had previously. Caitlyn’s ‘friend,’ sits against the headboard, she’s wearing nothing but loose sleep-pants — taunt abs on display under the warmth of the lamp. Caitlyn sits with her knees pushed into mattress, tracing her fingers down your arms. Leaving a path of goosebumps in it’s wake.

She pulls you to the bed, soft and comforting. Closer to her body, and you feel the heat radiating off her, her body curving under the glow of the night — large breasts capped with hardened nipples. The chain suspended from your neck is cold against your nape, sticking to the sweat there. The cross jagged, digging into your chest.

“I had,” a nightmare? it wasn’t scary, but why do you fear it so? “a dream. A bad — dream.”

The strap of your satin nightdress falls, exposing a shoulder, and Caitlyn’s eyes follow it. Your pulse throbs in your throat. Caitlyn scours the expanse of your skin, the stoop of your collar, eyes burning exposed flesh. Her brows knit together.

“Bad how?” She questions, “What happened in the dream?”

Caitlyn’s eyes are so magnetic, deep-blue pools that you’re too-willing to drown in. You almost forget about the other presence, Caitlyn’s visitor who is sitting a couple inches away. Watching intently.

“I — can’t tell you,” A shaky exhale. “It’s wrong.”

You find yourself locked onto Caitlyn, attentive to the way she brings herself closer. So close that her nipples brush against yours, also hardened beneath satin.

“Then,” Her breath tickles, “show me.”

Light sensations travel down your shoulders, to the straps hanging loose at your side, bringing them down to expose chest.

Your nipples ache under the chill of the room. Caitlyn pulls back, eyes cast downwards — below your necklace. Silent sobs escape your lips, pressing against Caitlyn’s blood-red, flushed cheeks. She caresses your breasts, groping and rubbing soft circles around puckered nipples.

“Don’t be scared, me and Vi will take care of you. You want that, don’t you?”

There’s hesitation, a moment filled with nothing but heavy breathing. You can hear your own heartbeat in your ears, fluttering. The vulnerability of the situation, and the lingering sensations of your dream, render you thoughtless — the need for a release of this tension. And you swallow back guilt, thick in your throat, nodding.

Caitlyn smiles at that, midnight hair spilling and framing rounded cheeks bathed in the glow of the night. It evokes an image of a halo, so angelic, your saviour. Plush lips meet yours, you’ve never kissed anyone like this before. Never had your tongue feel too big for your mouth, unsure of where to put it next. She tastes faintly of lavender tea, familiar as you drink her in.

It’s like playing inverted tug-of-war, her pushing into you waiting for you to push back. Lost in the feeling of her tongue exploring your mouth, you scantily notice that Caitlyn’s friend - Vi’s - own tongue has found the base of your spine. Mouth moulding against the bend of your back, sucking colours like painting a canvas. Completely blank, untouched and twisted, pliable to them.

Caitlyn mirrors Vi’s actions, mouth moving downwards, kissing around the cross and pulling a nipple between her lips. You whine when you feel her teeth graze against the sensitive flesh.

Vi’s fingers thread through your scalp, tugging your head back and exposing the channel of your neck. Caitlyn licks a clean stipe up to your lips. Gap-toothed grin into heated face, watching heavy-lidded eyes glistening with tears.

“You’re such a good girl. So obedient.” She lulls, thumb stroking face, “Does that feel good?”

You nod hastily, jumping when Vi bites the base of your spine, teeth-marks implanted into flesh. Rasping against skin, “Use words.”

“Hmph …yes.”

Vi calloused hands pull your nightgown, exposing intimate areas used to being hidden. It falls down your legs, until Caitlyn’s tugging it into her hands and throwing it to the bed. “But it’s wrong,” you hear yourself say. Subconsciously clinging onto the last of your conviction.

“What we’re doing — what you were doing was,” you look over your shoulder, running your eyes over the round of Vi’s bicep, muscle sculpted under skin, “…Sinful”

“But you stayed,” Caitlyn’s long fingers cover yours, guiding your hand down your sternum, over supple flesh. “So does it matter? Love isn’t wrong, and you’re perfect nonetheless.”

A tear drips down your cheek, landing onto metallic crucifix. “Stay.” Caitlyn whispers with gentle remonstrance.

So you don’t leave, instead draping yourself over her. Caitlyn’s mouth devours you, eating anguish off tongue. Intertwined hands reach your cunt, lips parting to reveal swollen clit. Caitlyn pushes your fingers to circle around the nub, working yourself open, building up lubrication around your pussy. You can feel Vi’s heavy breathing prickling at your nape as she watches you touch yourself, with Caitlyn’s help.

She increases the pace of the circles, your fingers pressing down further.

“That’s a good girl.” Caitlyn mewls, and Vi chuckles.

She moves your hands through your labia. “Straighten your fingers — like that, yeah,” she orders. Dipping down through slick thighs, finding your entrance and sliding in a finger. You whimper to the air, bucking into your finger as Caitlyn thrusts your hands. You jerk backwards, something pressing into the fat of your ass.

Vi’s pants are pulled down her thighs, her hand palming at her cock. You gape at her erection, pre-cum glistening as it leaks from engorged tip to base. Pink-ish hairs climb to below her bellybutton, unruly and matted with sweat. A hand under your chin turns you back to Caitlyn, her voice laced with arousal,

“Tell me how good it feels. Tell me.”

“Caitlyn,” moaning her name like a prayer, “Caitlyn.” She pumps your fingers in, curling as they hit a particular sweet spot. “It feels,” you inhale, “really, really, hmph — good.”

Your hips snap forwards, plunging fingers to hilt as you near your peak. Caitlyn’s thumb toys with your clit, overwhelming sensations stressing the heat coiling in your stomach. Bright-light engulfs vision, ears ringing — soundless cries from the intensity of your orgasm.

Vi strokes down your back, causing you to shiver. Her own breath quickens, the sound of skin slapping growing as she ruts into her own hand. Shooting a pleading glance over your shoulder to her girlfriend, who smirks in response.

Caitlyn leans back, resting against the headboard, using trimmed fingernails to tweak at her pebbled nipples.

“Come here, baby,” Vi grabs your hips, helping you entangle your thighs with Caitlyn’s. “You’re such a pretty girl. You’ll do anything we say, huh?” Vi husks.

She steers your hips into Caitlyn’s, grinding your wetness together. Her cunt petals outwards, clit puffed and sleek, grinding against yours. You feel Vi shuffling behind you, and Caitlyn cries out. Vi slams forward, her nose burying into your neck. “Mm, fuck - yes!”

Caitlyn bounces under you, riding Vi’s dick, which in turn increases the friction as she fucks into you. A large palm presses against your upper-back, pushing you to lie on Caitlyn. Her breasts bounce with Vi’s thrusts, your nipples meeting hers. She pulls you into another intoxicating kiss.

“Fuck,” Vi says in-between thrusts, fingers digging into Caitlyn’s thighs and prying them open — watching as your pussies sloppily kiss, “you’re a fucking vision.”

Cross swinging over Caitlyn’s heart with each force. Strangled yelp vibrating against Caitlyn when you feel clawing at your hips. You glance down between Caitlyn’s rising chest - laboured breaths - watching as Vi sides her erection through your soaked folds. Lathering her dick with enough wetness to bring her head to your entrance.

“You good?” Vi croaks, voice breaking. Caitlyn tugs a piece of fallen hair behind your ear, laughing when you whine a desperate “yes please,” into her shoulder.

Vi uses the confirmation to begin pushing into your dripping cunt, slowly inching in to try and avoid discomfort. She brings her hand to steady arched back as you whimper into Caitlyn’s neck, as she massages your sensitive tits.

Vi stops when she’s half in, eyes glazing over as she watches the way your entrance stretches around her dick, swallowing it with need. She pulls out at an agonisingly slow pace, and when just the tip remained, thrusts back in. Vi’s breathy moans intermingling with pathetic whines as you beg for more, a juxtaposition of the girl you were just ten minutes ago.

“She’s so wet, so fucking needy,” Vi huffs.

Then Caitlyn chimes in, lowering her hand from perked nipples to stroke your clit, “She takes you so well. So innocent, doesn’t even know how to touch herself properly. Lucky we’re here.”

Vi thrusts with unrelenting rhythm, as you roll hips backwards to meet her. The double-stimulation is overwhelming, feeling pressure building in your pelvis. Caitlyn’s fingers now pressing hard, moving in quick circles like before. Giggling and teasing, “Let it out, honey.”

You frown when Vi pulls out, missing the burning feeling of being stretched out. Caitlyn’s skill-full touches don’t stop though, allowing you to go headfirst into your second orgasm of the night. It wets Caitlyn’s fingers, and her abdomen below you — dripping from your twitching pussy. The sight causes Vi to finish in her palm, releasing her cum over both Caitlyn and you, now spent and collapsed in Caitlyn’s arms.

She wraps herself around you, stroking your hair and down your sides. Vi moves to tidy up, chest heaving in exhaustion as she pats herself, and pair, clean.

Caitlyn rests her chin on your head, using her hand to rub at your now wet cheeks. “It’s ok, pretty girl. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

You lift yourself onto your elbows. Gleaming, tear-filled eyes meeting sympathetic blue. “Vi will go run a bath, and it’ll be ok. I told you — we’d take care of you, didn’t I?” And you smile weakly in response.

You feel the beat of her heart on yours, the symbol of religion pressed between you. Caitlyn presses a gentle kiss to your lips, a vessel of devotion and love. Maybe it will be ok, because tormenting yourself with shame heals nothing. Whatever was out there had brought this moment upon you, and you figure you should hold it with gratitude.

You lull your head back onto Caitlyn’s shoulder, allowing the moonlight to rest on your weary soul.

#but like no homo though

[vrystalius]

Not saying “I love you“ back to the Squid game men.

How will they react if you don‘t say it back? In what scenario would they not say it back to you?

Pairing: The Recruiter, Thanos, Nam-gyu, Dae-ho, Gi-hun, In-ho x gn!reader

Summary: Them not saying “I love you“, their reaction to you not saying “I love you“

Genre: fluff, a lil bit of angst sprinkled on top

(Pre-Squid game)

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Gong Yoo // The Recruiter // The Salesman

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It barely ever happens, really. He adores everything about you, from your face, voice, body and the ground you walk on; that man is ready to worship you like a devoted follower would to the most merciful goddess. Therefor he would always be aware of how to make your day a little better, even if it‘s just a small “I love you” or a gentle kiss here and there.

The first thing you hear from him in the morning is a groggy voice mumbling a small “Good morning love...” into your ear while warm kisses were trailed down your back.

While standing in the kitchen and searching the fridge for any signs of a tasty breakfast, a small “I love you, I‘ll be back later!“ would echo slightly through the apartment as the front door closed.

Once, he did forget to say his usual I love you on the way out. He thought about how he possibly could forget? You‘re probably overthinking everything now and think what you might‘ve done wrong or do to offend him. You didn‘t, though! He was just too caught up in perfecting his appearance because his damn hair refused to obey and submit to his meticulous styling.

The poor man was almost scared to come home. As some sort of peace offering, he bought some of your favorite take-out food alongside some dessert, flowers and a new bracelet he thought you might like. Anything to try and make you know that he does really love you.

“Apologies, it completely slipped my mind. It will never happen again my sunshine. I love you.”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

His face may be neutral and his expressions calculated but his features soften up immensely when you show even an ounce of affection. His smirk shifts into a dreamy smile, the crinkles around his mouth shifting and becoming bigger, his eyes twinkling just a little. He just can’t suppress when you even look at him.

Your kisses and words energise him, gift him life, so whenever you don’t give him that little boost of dopamine, he gets visibly more tense in a way.

The silence that followed after his usual “I love you my darling, I’ll be back later!” was almost eerie to him. He stuck his head back into the kitchen to check if you even heard him. You glanced back at him for a moment and gave your husband a dismissive head nod. So you did hear him?

Silently, he left the apartment and went on with his usual day during that time of the year. For some reason, today he is especially looking forward to slap his elders for loosing a damn children’s game. His face remained neutral and had his usual smirk on his face, but deep inside, he’s offended, confused, worried, stressed; all the negative emotions someone can feel after their spouse doesn’t reincorporate ones affection.

Do you want a divorce? Because hell no, he’d never let you go no matter how hard you

But once he got a little text message on his phone that read a simple: “Need cuddles in bed later pls. Got some snacks too. Love you.”, all of his worries washed away in an instant. You probably were still too sleepy to answer this morning.

A smile spread over his face as he thought about slipping into your arms tonight. Isn’t it ridiculous how he melt like putty in your hands?

“You forgot something this morning and it did worry me a lot. But it doesn’t matter, it’s silly anyway.”

Thanos // Su-bong // Player 230

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It’s actually quite rare to hear Thanos say “I love you” word for word. He still feels awkward committing himself to the relationship you have and those three magic words feel so heavy on his tongue, so he’ll rephrase them to suit his level of comfort. “Love ya”, “Thanos loves you” and “Me too” are his ways to dodge the action to reincorporate those sweets words you shower him with.

Thanos only really says “I love you” if you two are alone, sober and you holding him in your arms. To be cradled by someone he admires, cares and loves so much makes him want to cry for some reason, but he suppresses those emotions and instead buries his face in your shoulder as your hand soothingly runs up and down his back.

Those are the times you hear a small “I love you…” being mumbled against your warm skin.

So quiet it’s almost unnoticeable, yet it was there. You know Su-bong needs time to get used to everything, so you’ll settle with a small audio message-rap in reply to your usual “I love you” text message.

“Back to the kitty ‘cause she kinda pretty, I can’t stop looking at her ti- ti- ti-face.. Anyways, thinking of you babygirl. Iloveyatoo.” (You barely caught him saying this the way how quietly he mumbled it into the mic)

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

It’s fine. It’s cool. You don’t have to reassure him every day that you love him, it’s totally fine. You still love him like you did the day before.

It causes a deep panic inside of Thanos when you don’t give him his usual “I love you” text in the morning after he had woken up. He kept checking his phone like a madman, while he was brushing his teeth, peeking his arm and head out of the shower in the middle of shampooing, staring at his text messages while microwaving himself an convenience store meal. Nothing.

Not wanting to reach out first and appear clingy, he decided to write you like he is not having a full blown eternal panic attack. A small voice message here, a picture of his food there, a selfie from the bottom to show off his double chin, anything really.

You replied like normal but still, his eyes searched for the three key words. I. Love. You.

Thanos doesn’t want to admit to himself or to anyone for that matter that your calls, texts, hell, you coming over is like the most addictive drug to him. And he had his share of all kinds of colourful drugs.

His foot was nervously tapping the ground while his finger kept ringing your poor doorbell until you were forced to answer. He gave you a close look up and down, his lips formed into a pout of sorts.

“You okay? You didn’t text me you love me this morning. It’s totally cool and all but like… do you want to break up with me or something?”

Nam-gyu // Player 124

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Similar to Thanos, at first, Nam-gyu barely ever told you how much he loved you, liked you even. He just assumed you already knew and his actions were enough. A small side hug there and ruffling your hair here had to be enough for the rest of the week anyway.

He is guarded, afraid of commitment and to be frank in belief that you’re using him for the longest of time. Maybe you’re just “dating” him to get access to high-end drugs, all kinds of clubs or whatever else reason there is there to date him but for love.

You had to say those three magic words first for him to get comfortable with the thought that you are actually just want to date and love him. It came to him in the middle of a night shift at a random club he was supposed to promote. A moment of enlightenment.

Nam-gyu hid in a bathroom stall with his phone and ignored whatever the couple was doing next door, writing you a whole paragraph about what he was thinking, feeling, before deleting everything again because he thought he’d come off as some kind of pussy if he’d sent that.

His first time telling you how much he loved you was at your place. A casual evening watching some random movie you picked out while being arms deep in a bag of chips and dressed like a homeless person, Nam-gyu was staring up at you as if you were the most beautiful person in the universe even during this ungraceful moment of yours, admiring you in silence until finally…

“I love you.”

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♡— You not saying I love you…

Did he fuck up again? Do or say something wrong? Don’t you love him anymore? Was there someone else?? His thoughts go ballistic as he stared at the screen of his phone with a deadpan-expression, trying to shake the crippling fear and nervousness off while looking nonchalant.

Nam-gyu’s finger kept hovering over the call button to check on you in case something happened because there could be a whole other person talking to him by how there were no affirmations at all.

He doesn’t want to appear clingy or too attached to you as that may scare you off or even disgust you, so Nam-gyu’s casually mention that one time you didn’t say “I love you” while fidgeting with his ring, trying to appear indifferent about it while intensely watching your facial expression shift to try and detect if you’re lying about your reasoning or not.

Your boyfriend is afraid to not be good enough, too much, too little. Your little affirmations give him reassurance, every day a little more until he’s full convinced that you do really, really love him.

“Hey, uhhh. Did you forget anything today?… No? You sure? Mkay.”

Dae-ho // Player 388

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Never happens. Either he is dead and not able to reply to you or already said it multiple times throughout the day. Dae-ho has separation anxiety and gets nervous when he doesn’t have you in line of his sight or not around him in general, that’s why he always tells you how much he loves you whenever he can.

Off to the bathroom? I love you. Bringing the trash out? I love you. Getting dressed? You’re gorgeous and I love you. You could be simply existing and Dae-ho would bury his face in your neck and mumble a soft I love you into your warm skin, his lips planting a soft kiss here and there.

Dae-ho is just a little scared about saying his usual affirmation in front of his family, mostly his father. He’s a very affectionate and physical man but he still wants to look like the tough-marine-son his dad wants to see.

His sisters know better though, they see how their brother’s eyes twinkle in delight when you help his mom out in the kitchen with the dinner.

He does make it up to you after coming home though. Your boyfriend will stuff the leftovers his mom gave him into the microwave and usher to you made yourself comfortable on the couch while he makes some preparations to completely pamper you for the rest of the evening.

Sometimes Dae-ho’ll even try to flirt a little but he’s still a little awkward in that department.

“Hey, do you want some snacks with that? A drink? O-Or am I enough of a snack…?”

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♡— You not saying I love you…

Every time Dae-ho tells you that he loves you, you always reply with equal enthusiasm. How could you not? That golden retriever of a man gets that almost childish smile of his whenever you kiss his cheek or just tell him that he looks handsome today.

Once, you tested how he’d react when you don’t give him his hourly dose of dopamine by deflecting or ignoring his touches.

As his arms securely snaked around your waist and gently pulled you against his torso, you paid him no mind and continued to stir the ramen in the food container. He watched the noodles move in circles and gave your waist a gentle poke, trying to pull your attention to him. Dae-ho’s eyes slowly dimmed and the edges of his smile turned downwards.

The silence made him seriously nervous. You could feel his rapidly increasing heartbeat drum against your back.

“Hey… is everything okay? Did I do something wrong? I’m sorry. Can you talk to me?…”

Gi-hun // Player 456 (post s1)

♡— Him not saying I love you…

Gi-hun always reassures you of his love, even during arguments. He wants you to know that he cherishes and loves you for the rest of his life and that you are his everything. Whenever he doesn’t say I love you, something must’ve happened.

He has been missing for a whole week and you had no idea where your boyfriend went. Gi-hun didn’t leave a note, a voice mail, no nothing!

And after he returned and suddenly began giving you expensive gifts, the same boyfriend that used to ask you for money to get himself an convenience store dinner, now began buying you new headphones, bracelet and whatever else you even eyed.

It was nice, sure, but you were more worried about his mental state. He was paranoid and quiet, kept checking his whole body for some kind of tracker and barely ever spoke what was on his mind. Gi-hun began having panic attacks and you were barely able to leave his side because of how terrified he was to leave you alone.

He barely touched you, gave you kisses or affection. He changed after whatever happened during that week he went missing.

While running your fingers through his hair, trying to make him fall asleep after being awake for two days straight, he sleepily stared up at you through his dyed-red hair. His voice was quiet, broken almost.

“I’m sorry. Please… know that I love you. I love you so much.. Don’t leave me, please… please...”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

Your boyfriend called out to you but you didn’t quite hear what he said, so you replied with an “yeah!” and just hoped that that’s an appropriate response to whatever he tried to tell or ask you. It wasn’t.

Gi-hun stood there for a couple of moments, waiting on your reply to yelling “I love you!” across the whole apartment. When nothing came, he didn’t call out to you again. You were probably busy with something or don’t want him with your right now, he gets that.

Later though, thoughts of self-doubt began to cook up inside his mind. As he bit all his nails to shreds he overthought about how you had enough of him now. Maybe you are falling out of love now after how the death games fucked up his mind and body. You’re surely fed up with his paranoia and secretive behaviour, how much he has been obsession over finding a weird salesman. Surely.

The metallic taste that spread inside his mouth after biting the skin surrounding his nails began to open and bleed finally pulled Gi-hun out of his self-destructive thoughts that continued to circle like a toy train. Picking up his throwaway phone and choosing the one contact he saved on every single burner phone he had as “Reason to smile ❤️” and pressing the call button.

“Gi-hun? What’s wrong?” Your voice forced a small smile to form on his face. He hesitated

“Hey. Just wanted to ask if I should bring some take out home tonight. That’s all.”

In-ho // The Frontman // Player 001

♡— Him not saying I love you…

It’s purely just to tease you. When bored, In-ho will make you his greatest entertainment.

He likes making you annoyed and flustered, so he’ll intentionally ignore you just to make you react and pout at him adorably while he was trying so hard to keep his stone cold face and not break into a shit-eating grin and maybe even pull on your cheek to make you whine even more.

In-ho adores your whole being and cherishes all of your affections, so he’ll let himself get showered in them any tome he can.

Expect you to he cuddled up on his lap while he was leaning back in the leather chair, mumbling a complaint about how you covered his whole face in kisses but managed to miss the bridge of his nose. He will not allow you to move off his lap until you covered his whole face in kisses again as compensation for that mistake of yours.

So, In-ho’ll intentionally not give you affection so you pay even more attention to him. He is like a cat in that way weirdly enough.

Once you finally break his facade, the flood gates will open and you will be showered, bathed, drowned in his affection, physical and verbal.

“Fine. I’ll say it just because you’ve been so good to me today. I love you, my dearest, lovely darling.”

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♡— You not saying I love you back…

In-ho has a dedicated frequency on his walkie-talkie for you, so he can call in and ask you to come to his office for a kiss that cannot wait, to inform you that he is in the bedroom and retiring for the day or just to tell you that he loves you randomly throughout the day.

Of course, you’d always reply back with your own gadget, but to pay back his infinite teasing he has done to you, you decided to ignore him the way he sometimes does to you. Payback.

Your husband called into your frequency. “Dove, are you free right now? Come to my office, I miss you.” and so your game begins. You simply ignored his request and continued getting comfortable in your bed and all the sheets surrounding you, grinning to yourself as you awaited the next time In-ho calls in again, for which you don’t have to wait long for.

“Darling, I am waiting. Do you want me to send someone to pick you up?” Your grin widened as you heard how impatient he was slowly getting with the lack of your response. “I can see you in the bedroom.” That one caught you off guard. Did he install cameras in your shared bedroom??

Almost on cue, your bedroom door opened, revealing the masked Frontman. His shoulders were tense and you could feel his intense state through the mask. You stared back, not expecting how quickly your husband would cave in and visit you himself. Innocently, you batted your lashes at him.

In-ho slipped his mask off and carelessly tossed it on the nightstand. “Why are you ignoring me? Are you upset or just moody?” Unimpressed, you silently glared at him. He gave you an equally uninterested look and leaned down to your face to give you a small peck on your cheek. “Not enough. More.”

A chuckle escaped his lips as his lips cracked into a smile.

“Demanding, aren’t we? Fine. As you wish.”

💠

Author’s note. Thank you for reading <3

Watch me announce that I’m going to post In-ho’s yandere profile and proceed to get hit with the most ungodly group-assignment in Chemistry. Anyways, take this as an apology! Had to write a little fluff for them since the only thing I’m finding is smut 🙏😭 I’m not complaining but this fluff prompt came to me like a truck during a class of mine. It was originally inspired by this post and I made a similar one before for the Demon Slayer hashira. Check it out if you’re interested!!

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!!

Take care of yourselves <33

[frozenbluecookies]

In case anybody reading is still confused: the "no, that's [x]" meme is a bit where people get the definition wrong on purpose. It's formatted a little non-traditionally here, but the spirit of the thing is the same. I know the first few were probably sincere, but once we get a handful of incorrect definitions in, there's definitely a bit happening.

In the traditional formatting, someone offers an incorrect definition, which is actually the definition/description of some other thing that has a similar name. Then the next person corrects them with "no, that's [x]" and then offers their own incorrect definition. And someone else joins in and continues the pattern, and so on.

An example of the traditional formatting:

Person 1: I thought Delaware was what they made computers on

Person 2: No, that's Dell Ware. Delaware is the singer from Zootopia.

Person 3: No, that's Gazelle. Delaware is a British singer.

Person 4: No, that's Adele. Delaware is where you go when you die.

And so on and so forth.

hold on a fucking second. delaware is a state?? i thought it was a river? or is the river more important than the state? why don't i know this? (i should mention i don't like in america, i'm just confused)

there is delaware (state) and delaware (river) 

both are equally strange

the state is a tiny little cryptid thing

the rive is a monster that spans new york, pennsylvania, new jersey and delaware. also washington crossed it once and that was like kinda a big deal i guess. like crossing the rubicon in rome.

the state tries to me more important with its “im the first state!!!” bs (seriously its even on the fucking license plates) but we all know. its the river.

[sugucide]

stepbrother!satoru hates it when you go out without him.

he can’t keep you safe when you’re alone. he can’t steer you away from the men who let their eyes linger too long for his liking. he can’t keep you within arms reach, can’t let his hand rest just a little too low on your back to let others know you’re spoken for.

so, he just has to do the next best thing and fuck you so mean before you leave that you spend your night out with a limp and bite marks you can’t explain to your friends. what are you supposed to tell them? that you can’t stand too quick because your step brothers cum will leak right out of you?

“cover all of your drinks,” he snaps his hips into yours, fucking you on his unmade bed as your parents sit together in the living room downstairs. “and don’t let anyone buy you a drink. i’ll send you enough money to get wasted. but don’t get wasted.”

“toru—” you can’t get a word in, not with the mix of his cock splitting you open and his lecture droning on and on. he has to stop talking for a second to let out a loud moan, too loud for your parents still being home.

“maybe i should just come with you,” he reached down between your sweaty bodies to rub at your clit. “your friends like me.”

“you can’t—god—you can’t come, toru.”

“sure i can. cant have anything happening to you—what kind of brother would i be?”

you feel his cock twitch inside of you at the term and admittedly, your stomach tightens too. his thrusts speed up and he drives into your cunt with a pace that nearly has you crying. he dips down and takes the skin of your neck between his teeth, biting down hard.

“fine,” he kisses over the indentations left by his teeth. “then you, baby, are going to give me three more orgasms. and if you can still walk by the time i’m done with you, i’ll let you go.”

yea! you’re not going out tonight :/

[bamsara]

Small reminder that you should really download your favorite fics off of AO3. We are seeing mass censorships well as the chance that anything, such as another severe DDoS attack can shut down the site making works unaccessible and possibly lost for good.

If you do not know how to download fics, it is a simple 2-button click. I've written a tutorial here.

You think your stuff is safe until it's suddenly not, and then often times it's too late.

This post starts with AO3, (because it seems to be the common denominator across all users on this website /joking) but I recommend extending preservation efforts to anything online if you can manage to download it.

I'm not saying panic and start buying tons of storage devices to hold immense amounts of stuff. A cheap usb can hold plenty of things. You don't have to stop using services still available if it's more convenient to read books on your phone than to fill your backpack with 7 of them.

But you should still get (either buying or creating) physical versions because nothing is guarantee that it will remain forever. From shows being pulled from streaming services, to banned books, to losing access to digital copies of media because the service doesn't support it anymore, the account is lost, or the company goes under. This goes for messaging platforms as well. Your role-plays with your friends on discord can be lost forever, your photos can too.

This doesn't even include media most vulnerable to censorship and how quickly it can be removed, and quietly.

You think it will not happen to you, it will. Do not wait for unforeseen circumstances. Go back up and preserve what you can, your future self will be happy that you did.