#but i don't wanna stain myself further

[dizzying-faust]

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I'll do JJBA for this one

the character everyone gets wrong

Jotaro. I know there are other Jojo characters that have worst mischaracterization, but personally, Jotaro's hits harder for me.

People just makes him a selfish incel who hates women and doesn't care for anyone else or being reduced to Kakyoin's seme lover in jota//kak. Sigh...Jotaro you deserve better.

part of canon you think is overhyped

It's dubious canon, but, pretty much the entirely of Crazy Diamond's Demonic Heartbreak.

I was pretty hyped for this story, but between the heavy focus on Part 3 and not enough of Part 4 stuff, them meh plotline regarding one of Kakoyin's relatives (no offense if you like Ryoko, but I honestly don't care about her plot), and how they butchered Josuke, it killed my hype for it.

Especially with what they did to Josuke. Seriously, how could you retcon a major character moment regarding Josuke?!

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[darby-rowe]

༊*·˚ princely.

coriolanus snow x dark!fem!reader

word count 1.5k cw dark themes, NONCON SOMNOPHILIA, dead dove do not eat, reader has a gross internal monologue, handjob, coriolanus is unaware of his assault, not proofread notes hey! i don't condone anything described in this fic irl! what the reader does here is gross and is literally assault. PLEASE HEED THE CONTENT WARNINGS BECAUSE SHIT GETS WEIRD! got it? good. then pls enjoy ♡ wanna give a quick thanks to my mutual @shellxrls for inspiring me to write more dark content, and for encouraging me to post this. if it wasn't for her, this fic would have never seen the light of day.

Your fingernails grip so hard into the blanket you fear you may rip the soft fleece from its stitches. Staring down at the beautiful boy sleeping next to you in your bed, looking so utterly soft and peaceful. You watch his chest rise up and down slowly with each breath he takes, studying how his muscles move beneath his skin. His soft blonde curls sprawl delicately across his face. You didn’t even know it was possible to look so princely while you slept, but Coriolanus Snow was living proof.

You had previously allowed Coriolanus to stay at your apartment for a few days while his place went under renovations, courtesy of his newfound inheritance of the Pinths’ fortune. He was your best friend after all, so who were you to deny him hospitality?

But on the first night of him sleeping in your bed, you find yourself questioning every aspect of your moral compass now that you had him beside you looking so vulnerable. Your fingers twitch. The temptation is nearly killing you. He’s most likely deep within some kind of dream, so…

Before your mind comprehends what you’re doing, your hand is on his smooth, toned chest, feeling him breathe underneath your touch. You want to pull your hand away, to stop before you start, but your hand feels as if it’s stuck to his smooth skin. What’s happening? Why aren’t you stopping yourself? Oh god, Coryo looks so hot when he sleeps. Is he dreaming? Is he dreaming about you? If he’s dreaming about you, then surely that means he’s into you, so he wouldn’t mind if you were to just—

Before you could realize what you’re doing, your hand is moving further down south Coriolanus’s torso, heeding every single physical and verbal cue that could indicate he’s waking up. You bite down hard on your lip — almost a bit too hard — as your hand approaches closer and closer to the waistband of his boxers. So crisply pristine, a pearly white color, almost too perfect. Did he not have a single pair of ruined underwear? Surely he must have a pair in the hamper with his cum stains painting the front. Maybe even multiple pairs. Yeah, multiple pairs of ruined underwear caused by Coriolanus’s physiology. The thought makes your pussy throb, and you look down as you thumb the waistband of his boxers.

But you decide to not venture towards the promised land just yet. Instead, you ghost your fingertips over the print of Coriolanus’s large cock. You have to swallow hard as your mouth waters, frantically flicking your eyes back and forth from his face to your hands. You think to yourself, is it too late to turn back? Could you still save yourself from the horrifying embarrassment of getting caught touching your friend in his sleep?

A small groan escapes his throat, and at the speed of light you retract your hand and wait for further instruction. Coriolanus does not open his eyes, but you still wait a few moments before putting your hand back.

Oh, Coryo. Oh sweet, princely, beautiful Coryo — if only he could see how pretty he looks right now resting his soft curls on your pillows, then maybe he’ll understand why you’re doing what you’re doing. Just can’t help myself, you think.

You really begin to think about the circumstances. You’re a hot girl. You’re insanely hot with a sharp tongue and even sharper brain. You have ambitions, goals, and fully thought out plans for the future. You’re perfect girlfriend and wife material. Would Coriolanus really be bothered by someone like you touching him in his sleep? In fact, he would probably be grateful.

Ugh, no! What? Stop thinking like that. You’re so full of yourself you’re choking on your own ego. You’re a violator. A venomous pervert. A venomous, conniving, irresistibly hot pervert.

You sigh to yourself. Your brain just keeps thinking in circles and in circles and in circles and in circles. You can’t be doing this. Just a little won’t hurt? This is as far as you’ll go. He won’t even mind at all because you notice the way he looks at you like you’re a lamb for the slaughter. This isn’t right. You can’t be doing this. Just a little won’t hurt?

The room temperature rises. A lining of sweat appears on your hairline as you continue to lightly ghost your fingers over the print of Coriolanus’s hardening cock. He’s starting to make noises more frequently. He must be dreaming now.

You dare to whisper, see if maybe your voice will bleed into his dreams. You’re dying to know how he’ll react. Ever so softly, his name escapes your lips like a delicate puff of smoke from inhaling a cigarette.

“Coryo,”

You wait.

You wait for a moan, a sigh, a physical response.

Nothing.

You say a silent prayer to yourself before leaning in closer, attempting to manipulate his dreams once more.

“Coryo, I’m here,”

You perk up as a tiny moan escapes Coriolanus’s mouth, and even more exciting, his cock twitches beneath your fingertips.

This was your sign to keep going.

Carefully, you retract your hand and drool a generous amount of saliva onto your fingers and in the palm of your hand before slipping your hand underneath the waistband of his boxers. And as your fingers made contact with his hardening cock, you shiver.

Your entire body flares up with goosebumps and your pussy throbs and aches almost instantly. You have to take a moment to yourself before you begin stroking him, to just hold his shaft within your perverted, filthy hand. Your heart is beating so fast that you’re afraid you might pass out before you can indulge in the fun.

Your hand trembles as you begin to stroke him, keeping a light yet generous grip as you pump his cock up and down. He’s beginning to moan more loud than before, and more frequently. You think to yourself about how you could cum right then and there just from feeling his dick and listening to him moan.

It’s dark in your bedroom, but your eyes adjusted a while ago, giving you a fair view of Coriolanus’s cock in your hand. You swipe your thumb across his slit, and for a moment you stop as a sharp gasp emits from the sleeping boy. But when he shows no sign of waking up, you continue.

“So big…” you whisper to yourself, voice barely audible. You feel his cock begin to leak with pre-cum and you slick up his shaft with his own bodily juices, making your hand pump his cock more smoothly as you pick up the pace.

You wonder to yourself if you could even get away with straddling his hips to sit down on his dick, slowly impaling yourself as your tight pussy envelops him in his sleep. How would he react? You can picture it now: you, stripped of your panties and nightgown, tits bouncing up and down as you ride his cock. Eventually, he’ll stir awake to the image of your hot body on top of him, moaning and whimpering sweetly. And he won’t fight back, oh no. Because you’ve seen the way he looks at you — you don’t think he knows how you study the way he licks his lips as he eyes you up and down. Your pussy is on his mind 24/7. He’s obsessed with you. You’re surprised he hasn’t tried to touch you in your sleep. You’d welcome the sentiment, though, as your eyes would slowly flutter open to the sight of Coriolanus pounding his cock into you. You wouldn’t tell him to stop.

Would he tell you to stop?

You’d like to think so. But you can’t afford to think of alternate versions of this night as your hand is now thoroughly pumping his cock in a proper handjob. Coriolanus mewls and twitches in his sleep, and your mind can’t begin to comprehend how hot he looks completely at your mercy.

“Pretty, so pretty,” you whisper. “Don’t even know I’m fisting your fucking cock, yeah? Wish this was my pussy? Wish I was fucking you in your sleep instead of giving you this lousy handjob?”

You don’t know what comes over you as you lean down to kiss his sleeping lips, and before you know it, he’s lazily grunting as he spills his cum all over your hand.

And you’re so turned on you feel more as if you have to pee more than anything. Your pussy pulsates as you feel his cock throb underneath your hand, and you have to practically force yourself to pull your hand away and lay back down.

Mere seconds after his orgasm, you feel and hear Coriolanus stir and wake up. He mumbles a curse word under his breath as he assesses his sticky situation.

You just lay there, with your hand still covered in his cum, as a deep, dark dread fills your chest. Someone pours liquid lead into your heart as reality settles back in for you.

What have I done?

darby-rowe, 2024. do not plagiarize my content, nor distribute my content onto any other website like AO3, etc. my writing is exclusive to tumblr only.

[oh-koenig-my-koenig]

doing the laundry

(cw: age gap 25/41; nsfw, mdni, smutty domesticity, könig likes panties a lot ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) (just like everything with panties i could think about), mutual mast*rbation, creampie)

König said he was gonna do some chores before we head out for dinner, but it seems like he's taking his sweet time. I go to look for him in this big ass house, running down to the cellar, where the washing machine and the dryer are. He said he'll do the laundry, so I'll probably find hi-

I peak my head in the door and my mind blanks, the words halting in my throat when I see him. Standing in front of the washing machine, his shorts pulled down, pooling around his knees. His hand is around his dick, moving up and down his length in hasty motions.

A piece of fabric between the fingers of his other hand. His nose buried deep in the soft purple, grunts dropping from his lips as he fucks his fist.

The frilly lace is giving it away. Those are my panties. My panties!

He is never shy about telling me how much he likes my taste, how much he loves having his face buried in my pussy. But this is a little different. My jaw drops, a gasp torn from my lips and he finally notices me. Dropping the hand from his face. Red hot blush staining his cheeks when he looks at me.

"Oh fuck, Liebes... I'm sorry.", he almost stammers, his mouth falling open, sucking in air.

Fuck. He looks so good. His chest peppered with dark hair heaving with his deep breaths. A stray strand of hair hanging over his face, sticking to his cheek. His abs taut, his dick hanging heavy between his legs, hard and red. The tip is leaking precum, wetting his hand, leaving stains on the sweatpants, as he tries to pull it up. Caught red-handed jerking off sniffing my panties.

As he is scrambling to get himself together, I take a few steps into the room, in his direction. Stopping his wrist when he tries to pull his sweatpants up even further.

"Don't stop on my account.", I tell him, getting on my tiptoes and pressing a kiss onto his jaw. He's still frozen in place almost like a statue, as I brush a strand of hair out of his face. Leaving him standing there as I make my way to the washing machine, lifting the hamper from its top and setting myself on the plastic covered surface.

Stupid heady desire rushing through my veins while I get rid of my jeans, purposefully keeping my panties on, a similar pair to the one he still got in his right hand. His eyes widen a little bit, the lustful stare meeting me while I sit there.

"I wanna watch.", I say, hoarse, almost soundlessly.

A little shiver shakes him, I can see it in the way his shoulders tense for just a moment.

"Okay." Taking one, two steps back until his back hits the wall, his hand dropping to his dick again as he leans back. This time it's the one holding my panties, the lace wrapping around his girth while he slowly starts to jerk off, his eyes meeting mine, a little smirk playing around his lips.

It’s not the first time seeing him play with himself, but still…

Mesmerized I watch him, biting my lip. I lean back too, propping myself up on my arm, and lift my legs up, positioning them at the edge and dropping my knees to the side. Showing off the panties I'm wearing right now, the fabric over my pussy already a little damp. Seeing him like that got me worked up a bit...

My hand moves down my body until it's between my legs, the fingertips brushing over the wet lace and I can't help but moan, the first contact with my clit - even through the fabric - making me squirm.

He falters a little bit, his eyes intently on my fingers, his own hand stopping for a moment before picking up speed again. He spits, down at his own dick, wetting it a little more, while gripping tighter.

My strokes get needier, feeling the wetness seep into the fabric as I start to rub myself, my hips bucking into my hand and I can’t help the sounds I’m making. Feeling the roughness of the lace against the sensitive skin, and the growing slick underneath.

As I pull the fabric to the side, he sighs. “Hmm, yes, stuff yourself, Hexe.”, the little order dropping from his lips.

And I’m more than happy to oblige, my middlefinger slipping into me. Adding another finger quickly, sighing as I try to reach deeper. Giving him full view of how I’m fingering myself, a little grin stalking onto my face, moans getting pulled from me as I push inside me, over and over again.

The simmering heat in his gaze feels like soft touches all over my body while he fucks his fist, his brows pulling together, his eyes glazing over as his jaw goes slack, a telltale sign that he is close.

"Fuck, g'na come.", he groans, his hand moving faster up and down his shaft, squeezing the tip with every pass.

"Not yet.", I tell him harshly, and he lets go of his dick, almost surprisinfly obedient. Breathing heavily, but just looking at me, his eyes narrowing, the lids droopy.

"Come here.", I mouth, making a 'come hither'- motion with my fingers, ignoring the wetness on them, and he follows in an instant.

"Yes, Ma'm."

Just two strides and his thighs almost collide with the washing machine, his dick hanging between us as he props himself up with one arm and leans forward.

I take the panties from his grasp, telling him "Open up." and he drops his jaw without hesitation. I love it when he takes charge, doing me however he likes to, but seeing the big hulking man just do everything I tell him to, also does things to me.

The look on his face, when I push my panties into his mouth, his eyes rolling back, groaning, sends another shiver over me. His hips rut forward, the tip of his dick nudging against my pussy, against the panties I'm still wearing, which only makes him groan more, the sounds getting muffled by my undies.

I chuckle a little, pressing a tiny kiss to his nose, before I pull the already soaked fabric to the side. He doesn't wait another second, pushing into me, and the sudden stretch pulls a loud whine from my lips. My hands shoot out to hold onto him, my fingertips digging into his shoulders as he grips the top of the washing machine and starts to fuck me. Deep hard thrusts, pushing me into the surface, and I desperately try to meet his movements, try not to get pushed off the surface.

He never holds back his sounds, his grunts and deep moans intermingling with mine when he is fucking me, but with the impromptu gag they get stifled in the most delicious way. Sounding a bit more desperate too. My own sounds reverberate off the walls, the small cellar room creating an echo of my moans, the slapping of skin against skin, the rattling of the machine underneath me as König's thrusts shake it.

The tip of his dick reaching deep inside me, his girth stretching me when he pushes balls-deep.

I reposition myself, my legs up high, ignoring the hardness of the surface beneath my butt. Leaning further back and my feet dangling over his shoulders as my knees get pushed into my front. The change of angle has me lose my mind, filling me up just right.

“Yes, yes, just like-”, I plead, my eyebrows pulled up, and my eyes going wide, the words getting stuck in my throat. I’m desperately hanging onto him, my fingernails digging into his biceps, leaving red marks - something he won’t mind at all - while I come. Making a mess on his lap, wetting the panties I'm still wearing even more.

König doesn’t stop, pushing my legs further back, his hands grabbing the plush of my thighs while he sinks into my pussy, his long hair whipping back and forth, the soft strands brushing over naked arms and shoulders. His eyes roll back, the expression on his face mirroring the one from before, when he had his nose buried in my panties, and he comes as well, his upper body shaking hard, the plastic surface aching as his hands press into it.

I can only stare at him, my mouth fallen open, my eyes fixed on him. The groan leaving his throat, getting caught in the fabric of my panties, sends a tingle down my spine.

His hips stutter forward, his dick pumping into me, sticky cum spurting inside me, spilling over my pussy and panties. He slows down, pushing into me one last time, slick dripping out of me.

He’s pulling back, softly caressing my thighs where his fingertips left little bruises with how hard he was grabbing me, lowering gently.

I jump from the washing machine, landing on the floor, grinning up at König. He’s still gagged, his chest heaving with heavy breaths. I reach up and pull my panties from his mouth, soaked in his spit, and he catches my wrist. Pressing a few soft kisses to it, and the back of my hand. When he lets go, I toss the little piece of fabric into the hamper.

“Thank you, Liebes.”, he hums, smiling down at me, drowsiness dropping his lids and blush staining his cheeks.

“Oh, you’re so very welcome, Sir.”, I tell him, getting on my tiptoes and press a kiss to his lips while he pulls up his shorts.

Grabbing the waistband of my panties, I pull them down instead, the damp fabric clinging to me for a moment, and then I put them in his pocket, patting it, gesturing him with a little wink, that those were his now. As he seemed to like them so much.

He grumbles something in German, pulling me against him again, capturing my mouth in a kiss. A long and sweet one that has me melt against him.

“Shower and then going out to dinner?”, he suggests, pressing me against his sweat slick chest, his arm coming around me. “I’ll do the laundry later.”, grinning down at me apologetically. Like I ever could be mad at him when his little distraction lead to some hot and kinky sex.

"Yes, cause that was my last washed pair of undies.", I tell him, with a sly grin and a sidelook at the basket full of dirty clothes. "Seems like I need to take a page from your book and go commando for once."

He groans, the sound almost turning to a little growl. "You're killing me, Hexe."

I giggle. "Just pray that I don't pick out my one short dress today...", I tease him.

He catches my chin, making me look up at him as he leans down, coming closer and closer. "Oh, quite the contrary.", he drawls, his signature smirk stalking onto his face. "I pray that you wear that one cause I like it. And you're still gonna be a good girl and behave."

My mouth drops open, sucking in a breath as he presses a kiss to my lips which is a threat and a promise at the same time. He lets go of me, and I grin up at him, before I back away, still holding his gaze.

"We'll see...", I say, dashing away through the door, but his hand still lands on my butt in a loud spank. I laugh as I keep running, up the stairs.

“Can’t catch meeee.”, I shout over my shoulder which always does the trick. I’m scooped up within seconds, his strong arms lifting me up.

“If you keep this up, we’re never gonna catch the reservation…”, he grumbles, but I see the mischief flashing in his eyes.

My answer is a giggle, my hand tangling in his hair, grabbing the long strands between my fingers, pressing kiss after kiss to the side of his face.

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[myownwholewildworld]

wherever you go (a joel miller’s ff) - chapter 6

chapter 5 | series masterlist | main masterlist | chapter 7

pairing: outbreak!2003!joel x f!reader. (it's actually 2004 now)

summary: after months in the wilderness, you finally arrive at chicago. adapting to this new life has its cons, but also its perks. joel's birthday is around the corner, and you have planned for a couple of things you hope he likes...

a/n: hiya! here's chapter six!! it's packed with a bit of everything, especially drama because why not? 🤷 i want to thank you all ― i just realised that the first 3 chapters have hit over 100 notes each! i'm so damn grateful to all of you, honestly. as much as i'm writing for myself, i'm loving how hooked some of you are with this story 😳 also, i'd like to apologise in advance if i have butchered chicago's layout or its history, i did try my best doing some research. as always, thank you all for engaging. i do appreciate any comments, reblogs and/or likes you may want to leave! even asks/requests if you want to! take care lovelies <3 x

warnings: 18+, mdni. mention of Sarah's death. angst. fluff. filthy smut (don't you know me by now?). porn with plot or plot with porn (however you wanna look at it). irresponsible use of contraception (don't do that). consensual somnophilia. dry humping. unprotected piv. masturbation (m and f). creampie. pussy slapping. fisting. squirting. cum play. a bit of assplay. makeup sex. sir kink. “bar” fight. alcohol consumption. blood. stabbing. swear words. mention of past racist events and the precursor to the chicago race riot of 1919. soft!dom!joel. a bit of aftercare. pet names (darlin’, sweetheart). i'm sure i'm forgetting something lol. reader is female, no other description given. reader is mid-late 20s, joel is now 37 (🎉!). no use of y/n.  joel’s and reader’s pov.

w/c: ~6.9k.

tags (let me know if you want to be added/removed from the list pls!): @yesjazzywazzylove-blog @pedrospurplerain @missladym1981 @fancyyoouu @smolbeanzzz

Chicago was definitely not what you had expected at all. Shit had gone down really badly in this place. It took you a week to cross the southwest area, keeping close to Interstate 55 as a reference. The worst you had seen was Chicago Midway International Airport. Airplanes had crashed on the runway, the esplanade was a makeshift cemetery even almost a year after Outbreak Day. Bodies piled on top of each other, fires would break out in the adjacent buildings. The control tower was completely dilapidated. And the grounds were full of clickers.

Tommy, Joel and you made it through the worst neighbourhoods. As you covered more miles, Tommy and Joel realised that this had not been the best idea. But you were already there, so the best option was to move forward. You all had to defend yourselves, and each other. Although the Miller brothers took out many attackers ―humans and infected alike―, you also had your good share of action. You didn’t like it, but you were good at shooting. Your clothes were stained with blood and sweat. You endured, and you survived. That was what mattered.

The whole city was in shambles, divided by two different groups: the government and the rebels. The government held the north side of the Chicago River, from River North Gallery District all the way to Old Town ― basically everything to the east of Interstate 90. The rebels, on the other hand, controlled the south ― all the movable bridges along the whole Wacker Drive, from New Eastside to Chinatown. Anything further south or north, and between Interstates 55 and 90, from Little Village to Naperville, was no man’s land.

You ended up on the rebels’ side randomly. Tommy was not very happy about it, blaming the communists for overpowering the government, but it wasn’t like you had a choice. If you tried to cross any bridge to go northwards, you would be shot at with no warning. From both sides.

It took a while to convince the Rioters ― that was how the rebels called themselves. Two weeks later, on the 20th of August, you were given a place to stay near the Art Institute of Chicago, which was also the operations base. You did try to integrate yourself in this society as you knew it was better to have more friends than foes. The Millers, however, kept to themselves ― Joel more than Tommy, as you had expected. No surprises there.

The flat you were in was in urgent need of repairs but was better than sleeping rough. You and Joel fixed as many things as you both could, while Tommy took cleaning very seriously. It wasn’t much, but it was the place you called home for the last month. The only downside was that it only had two bedrooms, so Joel and you sadly had to share the only double bed available, while Tommy had his own room.

You wouldn’t lie to yourself ― the last four weeks had been pure bliss in a sense. Waking up every day besides Joel had become a delightful habit. He had awakened you many a times either in the middle of the night or in the early morning to give him a hand. Literally. And you had done exactly the same thing when you had needed it. You were sure Tommy was sick and tired of you two, but you didn’t care.

You stretched out, still lying in bed. The morning light had not come through the curtains yet, but it soon would. You rubbed your eyes and then let your arms drop to your sides dramatically. You were not a morning person, but your sleeping schedule was all fucked up. You rolled to your other side in an attempt to get comfortable.

Joel was sleeping on his right side. You had noticed he usually did in the same position. When you had asked him why, he had explained his hearing in his right ear was messed up since his suicide attempt. You wished you could have been faster that day to prevent the gun from going off. Ah, the regrets you both had…

His back was towards you, him facing the door. Despite the repairs you all had done to the flat, it was still not the safest. Every night one of you would make sure all locks were engaged and would bar the front door. A few days ago, someone attempted to break in. Since then, all of you would sleep with a firearm nearby.

Today was Sunday ― 26th of September. Which meant it was Joel’s birthday, as well as the first anniversary of Outbreak Day. The anniversary of Sarah's death would be tomorrow too. You had tried to talk to Joel about today, but he didn’t seem to be interested in celebrating at all, which you completely understood. As much as you wanted to do something, you respected his decision. You had only planned for a couple of low-key things, which you hoped he wouldn’t mind.

He had fallen asleep only with his briefs on, the bedsheet draping around his legs. You couldn’t see, but you were damn sure he had his arms crossed at his chest, always on guard. Your eyes dwelled on his upper body, two perfect dimples on his lower back. His shoulders were broad and toned, his waist smaller. He was not the most muscular guy you had ever seen, but he was perfect the way he was. His calloused hands had shown you multiple times how good he was for you, despite what he thought of himself.

You couldn’t resist, your mouth dry. Your fingertips traced the curve of his neck, then his left shoulder down to his elbow. Your hand caressed his left hip and slipped down to his front, following his V line. Your fingers touched the elastic of his briefs ― and something else.

You gulped down the knot in your throat, your heart beating harder in your chest, when your fingertips brushed over the damp tip of his cock. Joel’s morning wood was so prominent, his glans had slipped out of his underwear and was showing. You wetted your lips as you stroked him carefully. A deep, almost guttural growl flowed from Joel’s chest.

You got closer to him in bed, your nipples grazing the skin on his back even through your pyjamas. It probably wasn’t the best time ― you knew he was tired, but you wanted him so badly. Liquid fire was pooling in your furrow, knowing his erection was right there for you to play with.

Your internal battle didn’t last long.

You pulled down his briefs to free his warm dick. You didn’t need to look to know his shaft was resting against his happy trail, the head touching his belly button. With no hesitation, you wrapped your fingers around his cock, squeezing him delicately. Then you slid your hand down his meaty column, holding him firmly, in a very slow but strong pump.

He groaned, still asleep as far as you could tell, as you started pumping him ― more heat and excitement gathering in your pussy. You dunked your fingers in your panties, touching yourself. You were already wet, the mere thought of making him yours was enough. You kissed his left shoulder at the same time he uncrossed his arms ― his left hand over yours, feeling the rhythm you were imparting on him.

He was awake.

Joel didn’t remember what he was dreaming about, but he was sure it wasn’t this. When he looked down and saw your tiny hand trying to muffle his cock, he closed his eyes with a sigh. That felt damn good. He was knackered after last night’s patrolling shift, but this was exactly what he needed to decompress.

He turned around, his back flat against the uncomfortable mattress. His eyes were pinned on yours, your sweet hand upping the speed. You leaned towards him and invaded his mouth with your devilish tongue. Joel moaned in the middle of the kiss ― his brain completely switched off. He could not think straight when you were handling him like that.

Quickly letting go of his erection and mouth, you got rid of your pyjama shorts and your underwear. Then you doubled down your efforts with the handjob ― his throbbing cock was calling for you. You could see a few drops of precum sliding off his veiny shaft, which you swiftly gathered with your thumb to rub them against his leaking slit. You felt his dick pulsating hard for you ― your cunt palpitating at exactly the same time, anticipating. Your bodies were fully synchronised.

You then climbed on top of him, his balls welcoming the touch from your puffy lips. You rolled your hips against his, looking for that friction you so much loved, and took a deep breath before taking off the top of your pyjamas, throwing it to one side. You bended down, your mouth looking for his, so thirsty.

“Good morning, handsome”, you whispered as a greeting.

“Mhmmm”, was the only thing he managed to hum, sleepy.

You smiled and broke off the contact, straightening your back. His rough hands slid from your knees, across your thighs, to your butt. He clasped your ass cheeks with assertiveness. With no more words than those, you took his steely cock in your hand and lifted your hips. You glided his glans over your damp fold a few times, your cunt beseeching to be stuffed.

You guided his tip to kiss your entrance and descended on his dick slowly, very slowly, the palms of your hands flat against his lower abdomen to steady yourself. You closed your eyes, head tilted backwards, and whined loudly. Each inch was a blessing. Once his cock was entirely inside of you, you peeked back down at him and did a circular motion with your hips. His eyes were so intense you couldn’t look away while you started riding him.

Joel closed his eyes unwillingly when the muscles in his lower belly cramped. He didn’t want to miss a single second of this, so forced himself to open them again ― he loved seeing how the pleasure transformed your beautiful features. Your half-lidded eyes, your lips parted, a river of pearly sweat coming down in between your bosom. Your perfectly round breasts bouncing in front of him. He was a lucky bastard.

He liberated your ass, his hands drifting to your bust, holding your tits. While he kneaded that tender flesh and coddled your nipples, you covered his hands with yours. You were still jumping on top of him, albeit more erratically, as you felt an orgasm hit you with full force. You mewled as your needy pussy discharged the seed of your pleasure all over him, hugging his hard erection, strangling his cock, encouraging him to come with you.

Joel was so damn close to coming, his nuts contracted with equal parts of pain and lust. He could feel your gush soaking his dick. He was about to lose his goddamn mind ― he needed to stop. His hands abandoned your breasts to place them on your butt to help you lift it up, so you would release his cock before it was too late.

“No, it’s okay. Fill me up, please, sir”, you wailed, your palms against his chest, your hips grinding against his.

Joel glimpsed at you with doubt. It was like you could read his mind, because you knew what he was thinking. You smiled softly, your wet pussy palpitating around his cock. You forced your inner walls to contract against him as you leaned forward to kiss him.

“I’ve got the morning after pill. Please, please, Joel, come inside, I beg you. Trust me”, you wept, laying down on top of him.

He thought himself mad for believing you, but he did. Because he was mad for you, regardless of what he tried to convince himself of. He lifted your butt up off his lap with his hands ― with the help of his legs, the heels of his feet against the bedsheets, he thrusted into you like a madman while you remained still on top of him. Drilling your weeping cunt, as hard and fast as he could. He just wanted to know how it felt just once; he wanted you to milk him dry.

Joel fucked you like there was no tomorrow, the room echoing with the squishy sounds and the impact of flesh on flesh. He was fucking you so hard that you came again at the same time he spilled his spent in you ― Joel groaned like you never heard him before. The slick warmth you felt inside made you smile, your face buried in the curve of his neck, your nipples brushing his. With his pulsing dick still inside of you, you bit the skin on his neck, leaving a mark behind.

“Happy birthday, sir”, you whispered in his ear.

That was your gift to him. And to yourself, because you had wanted this from the very first time he impaled you in the forest. You had had to trade a few bits for the morning after pill, but it was worth every single one of them. You felt your cave so clogged with him and his cum, you thought you had descended to hell.

You both stilled, catching your breaths. His dick was still twitching, housed by your greedy, soaked cunt.

A minute later, he sat up on the bed, bit your mouth and lifted your butt up, his cock becoming free. He quickly laid you down in fetal position ― resting on your righthand side, back slightly curved, head bowed, your knees bent touching your breasts. He placed a hand on your left hip and tilted your pelvis a bit forward, so he could inspect your heart-shaped ass and your puffy, reddened pussy framed by your inner thighs.

Just in time to see his cum gushing out of your hole, dripping across your perineum and then going downwards, skidding through your butt cheek. One of his digits caught the semen before it hit the bedsheets, retraced its steps back and shoved the cum back inside of you with the push of his finger.

“You can’t waste my gift to you, baby, it’d be so fucking rude of you”, he purred in your ear, his voice coarse and warm at the same time.

He laid on his side behind you, moving his index in a circular motion, looking for your g-spot and finding it. He stroked it dextrously, sliding it in and out slowly. You closed your eyes, and fisted the bedsheet in your hand, trying to hold onto something. Your mouth shaped a perfect ‘O’ when he bottomed out, quickly adding a second finger. And a third. Then a fourth.

It didn’t take long for your pussy to adjust to such delightful intrusion ― your inner walls felt like clay, reshaping around him. Joel could feel you relax around his fingers and took the chance, introducing his thumb in your pussy too. Now his entire hand was buried in your fluttering cunt, down to his wrist. He remained still for a hot minute while your muscles loosened up to house him.

Then he slowly started to pump his fist inside of you, back and forth, building up a steady pace. Joel bit your shoulder and then kissed it ― his tongue tasting the saltiness of your sweat.

By that point you couldn’t stop moaning very loudly ― the whole building was probably listening to your whoring screams as Joel fisted you relentlessly with his whole hand. Each push propelling his cum further inside of you as if he wanted it to take. He was thrusting you so harsh, your entire body was rocking back and forth on the bed. He was fucking you senseless just with his hand ― and you were loving every single second of it.

Your sticky cunt couldn’t take it for much longer ― it was wet, pulsating, contracting, overstimulated, yearning… Your pussy literally was his, and only his. The orgasm had been building up for so long now that when you let it go, weeping at the top of your lungs, it hit you like a motherfucking truck. Your whole body went into shock while you squirted ― you were shaking due to the force of your own release. For fuck’s sake, you could barely breathe.

You whimpered again when he removed his hand and rubbed your wetness all over your delicate folds. Before you could form a coherent thought, he spanked you on your crotch so firmly it tingled ― you almost died and went to heaven right there and then, biting into the pillow underneath your head. He kept on slapping your quivering cunt until your sensitive clit twitched one last time with devastating pleasure, contracting your uterus so the last trickle of cum oozed out of you. He caught it with his thumb and brushed it gently against your asshole, caressing the tight ring, until you fully relaxed.

You sighed, unable to move. You even felt dizzy. Your limbs felt so limp you didn’t think you could sit up, so you just stayed there, melting against the bedsheets. You hadn’t realised your eyes had welled up until a few tears ran down your cheeks. Tears of complete, utter joy ― there was no other way of describing it.

You were so damn grateful for this man, you swore to yourself you would never let him go. You had been with others, but none of your sexual partners had been so fucking attentive. Joel would always make sure you were completely satisfied, without fail. And that said a lot about him.

You rolled onto your back to look at him, wiping away the tears with a satisfied smile and dreamy eyes. He was still lying down on his side, his elbow against the bed, his head resting on the palm of his hand. He returned your smile ― such gesture transforming his rugged face. So gorgeous it tugged at your heart.

“Y’know, it was supposed to be all the way around today ― me fucking you until you begged”, you confessed, although it was not a complaint.

He grinned, his hand possessively cupping your mound. You parted your legs slightly so he could massage your sensitive furrow. It felt so calming after all that pussy-slapping he gifted you with.

“As redundant as it sounds, plans rarely go according to plan, sweetheart”.

Understatement of the fucking year, you thought.

You just laughed while his hand was still kneading your sticky flaps. Joel kissed your forehead before he took out his hand from in between your legs, your damp, intimate skin being swept by the cold air.

“The morning after pill?”, he asked a minute later.

“I got it from Kelsey, it’s in date. Don’t panic, it’s okay. I have three days to take it. Which made me think… I don’t need to do it straight away, right?”, you glanced up at him, a wide smile on your lips.

“Mhmm, I mean, it would be a waste otherwise, I guess”, he replied, tucking a stray hairlock behind your ear. “But I need a minute here, darlin’. You work miracles, but even I have limits. Wait up”, he mumbled grumpily as he palmed his left wrist, and then got out of bed while he tucked away his member back in his briefs.

Joel headed towards the en-suite bathroom. He came back out only a few seconds later ― you could see panic in his eyes. You sat back up on the mattress quickly.

“What is it, Joel?”, you asked with worry, kneeling on the bed.

“My wristwatch, I can’t find it. I am sure I left it by the sink before I came to bed last night. I can’t lose it. I can’t”, he was now frantically searching his bedside table, panic growing in his tone.

You bit down your lip, because you knew where it was. In the drawer of your nightstand. You had taken it in the middle of the night because your second present was getting it repaired for him today.

“I have it”, you whispered, shrugging with an apologetic smile.

“What? Why?”, he approached you, extending his hand towards you, his tone so serious. “Give it back now”, he almost growled at you.

His reaction took you completely off guard. Why was he so possessive over a broken watch? Trying to understand the sudden change in Joel, you opened the drawer and took it out.

“I just wanted to get it fixed for you, as a gift”, you didn’t understand what was happening.

“You have not fixed it, have you?! Because if you have―”, he snatched it off your hand, inspecting it.

You frowned ― his attitude towards you was completely off. What the hell was going on?

“Don’t you dare touch my fucking things, is that clear?”, he snapped.

You looked at him blankly, speechless. Then your own temperament started to shimmer under the surface.

“Wow, wow, wow ― Calm the fuck down, Joel. It’s just a broken, useless watch―”, you stopped yourself because of his perplexed look.

“Shut up. It’s not just any watch. You don’t fucking understand”, he yapped.

“I would try and understand if you just fucking explained it to me?!”, you shouted at him while you got dressed. “What is your fucking problem, Joel? What’s up with that watch? I don’t read minds!”.

“Forget it”, he grumbled, strapping the watch to his wrist before putting his trousers on and grabbing a T-shirt, heading towards the door.

“That’s it? You just up and leave?”, you repressed the urge of throwing a pillow to his head.

“I’ve got stuff to do”, he muttered.

A few seconds later, you heard him opening the front door. Then he slammed it shut.

It was around lunchtime now and you had not seen Joel since this catastrophic morning. While you had the impression that Joel’s reaction was due to something he would not speak about, he had no fucking right to treat you that way. You were just trying to do something nice for him, that was all.

You walked through the main hallway of the Art Institute of Chicago. It was rammed with people running around ― some armed, some not. You didn’t think that humanity would prevail in big groups in such circumstances, but it did.

The Rioters had established some sort of order. People had tasks to do, everyone working together to build up a community. Chores were allocated according to people’s skills. Joel had been put on patrolling shifts, Tommy was helping with carpentry and other building jobs, and you were in the hunting group. As much as you hated pulling the trigger, you were a very good shot. All thanks to your good old Texan father.

You were on your way to check with the group if there were any plans of going out today when you got interrupted.

“Hey”, someone tapped you on the shoulder.

“What’s up, Joyce?”, you looked at the older woman when you turned around.

Joyce was around fifty five years of age, maybe more, and was the kindest soul you had ever met. She had welcomed you to Chicago like a mother a daughter. Joyce showed you around, explained how the Rioters worked and guided you in the right direction. Because as good as everything looked, there was still darkness lurking around.

She was also the best cook ever. Like, no jokes, she could transform a tasteless rabbit in the most flavourful stew your tastebuds had ever been in contact with.

“I just finished cooking, do you want some stew?”, she asked with a warm smile.

Your stomach growled at the mere idea.

“Fuck yeah”, you replied ― your duties could wait, surely.

“Watch your language, kiddo”, Joyce reprimanded you.

“Sorry, sorry”, all that time you spent with Joel was showing.

You followed her to the canteen and patiently waited for Joyce to pour some stew in a bowl. You then went with her to a table where more people were sat down. You didn’t know any of them, so Joyce introduced you. You were damn sure you weren’t going to remember one single name by the time you walked out the door.

“So, you’ve never heard the story of Eugene Williams?”, one of the men asked rhetorically to a younger fellow across the table, who shook his head in reply. “He was a black kid in 1919, when racial segregation was still in place here in Chicago. The summer of 1919 was so hot the kid wandered off to the white side of Chicago beach without realising. A man threw stones at him until the kid drowned and died. That was what ignited the Chicago Race Riot of 1919 ― and why we, the resistance, go by the Rioters”.

You listened to every word while you ate your meal. After hearing that explanation, many things made sense. Although they named themselves the Rioters, there were no riots in the streets ― actually, people seemed happy here, given the circumstances.

“That’s right, Walter, younger people need to learn about the past, so those mistakes are never repeated again”, said Joyce.

The conversation then moved on to present times, the people talking about the continuous fight against the so-called government.

Joel got the afternoon patrolling shift that day, which he thought was a killer, considering he did the night shift last night. But it was good in a sense ― it would keep his mind occupied. You had angered him so much this morning, it had set his mood for the rest of the day. The thought of you erasing that memory had maddened him so bad, he had to walk out before he said something he would later regret.

That watch was the only anchor chaining him to what little remained of his humanity. A gentle reminder of what could have been but wasn’t. Every day he wondered how Sarah would be doing in this new world. And most days, he was just somewhat grateful she wasn’t here to see what had become of civilisation. The unspeakable horrors she would have witnessed and suffered but didn’t ― it was very little consolation to a father, but it was better than nothing.

He absentmindedly touched the watch on his wrist, ensuring it was properly fastened.

Joel was stationed with other people in front of Bataan-Corregidor Memorial Bridge. In those long, never-ending hours, there was no activity on the other side of the bridge, but they had to remain vigilant nonetheless. By the time the next group showed up, it was already half eight in the evening.

Joel headed towards the headquarters to sign off and go home. He was already on edge, thinking about what he would say to you to appease you. Because he was damn sure you would be waiting for him, ready to pick up the fight where you both left it. As Joel walked past the canteen, he heard a familiar voice.

Tommy was on his feet, yelling at a man, his accusatory index pointing to the guy. Joel rolled the eyes to the back of his head ― he was sure his brother was so drunk he would probably not remember any of this the next day. Joel shook his head with disappointment ― some things would never change, not even when the world had gone to shit.

He planned to ignore the situation and get back home to you, when a fight started. Joel groaned in despair, debating what to do. But a man chose for him ― he saw how a bloke approached Tommy from behind, knife on hand, and he knew he had to do something. Joel quickly closed the distance in stride and grabbed the man from the neck of his shirt, pulling him backwards until the dude stumbled with his own feet.

Madness broke out, the whole canteen becoming a battling ground. People were fighting each other over absolutely nothing, throwing punches in the air.

“Tommy!”, he shouted angrily, while the younger Miller turned around and simply smiled.

That fucking pissed him off big time.

“Are you fucking out of your mind? How much have you been drinking?!”, Joel wanted to punch his brother so bad, he really had to control himself.

“Not enough”, he babbled.

As Joel approached his brother, ready to fight him if necessary, the man he had pushed away from Tommy tapped his shoulder. When Joel turned around, the dude punched him in the face and then stabbed him in the lower stomach.

Joel froze for a second, his back slightly curved, his brain coming to terms with what just had happened. He looked down while his hand gripped the handle of the knife. He knew not to remove it because it was the blade what prevented him from bleeding out. Then Joel glanced back up at the same guy and, without thinking, he removed the knife from his flesh and sticked it on the man’s shoulder with a growl.

Joel’s wound started to bleed like a pig in a slaughterhouse. Not that he noticed anyway, because hell literally broke loose.

It wasn’t late late, only ten in the evening, but none of the brothers was around when you returned home, which was weird. You could understand if Joel was avoiding you, but Tommy? You frowned as you called for them, shutting the main door behind you. Nothing, no reply at all.

Before you could walk to the living room to see if there was a note or something, someone knocked on the door.

You looked through the peephole. Joyce was standing outside, worry wrinkling her aged face. You opened the door.

“What’s the matter, Joyce?”

“It’s Joel, he’s in the infirmary”, she whispered while placing a soft hand on your forearm.

You just stared at her, bewildered.

“Huh? The where?”, you repeated, while her words started to sink in, your stomach contracting with fear.

“Come with me, kiddo”, Joyce took your hand, guiding you through the apartment building.

The next time you blinked, you were in an outbuilding outside the headquarters. Joyce palmed your hand with hers, in a calming gesture, while she took you to the far end of the shelter. The old lady planted you in front of Joel’s bed, and let go of you with a “take care”.

You stood there for a long minute, still trying to grasp what the hell had happened. He was asleep, his head slightly tilted away from you ― or so you hoped he was. Joel had no shirt on, a bloody bandage covering the right side of his abdomen. You got closer, your heart pounding in your throat.

“He’s fine, it’s just a scratch”, you looked up, befuddled.

Tommy was sitting in a plastic chair on the other side of the bed. He was crouching forwards, his elbow against his knee, head pressing against the palm of his hand. Tommy then smiled, which completely perplexed you.

You were about to reply, but suddenly Joel did instead.

“Fuck off, Tommy. Get your ass somewhere else”, he gritted his teeth.

You hadn’t noticed it yet, but you had been holding your breath, because suddenly you felt a stone being lifted off your chest. You glanced at the younger Miller, who had gotten up with a smile. When he walked past you to go outside, you smelled it. The stench of alcohol made you wrinkle your nose unconsciously.

Joel wrapped his fingers around your wrist to get your attention, so you turned around to look at him, so confused you couldn’t even form a sentence. Joel had already adjusted the pillow on his back so he could be somewhat sat up.

“It’s alright, no need to cry”, he said raising one of his hands to sweep away your tears.

You had not realised you were crying. Giving it a second thought, you probably had been since you left home. You pursed your lips and nodded, quietening your sobs.

“What…?”, you muttered, resting your cheek against his palm before placing a kiss on it.

“Tommy got into a fight in the canteen. He’s so drunk he probably won’t remember a thing tomorrow. A man tried to stab him, and I got in the way ― that’s all, sweetheart. No serious damage, just some stitches”, he tried to calm you.

You wished Tommy was still in the room, because you would have loved to slap the shit out of him for being so irresponsible. What the hell was he thinking? Joel was hurt because of him, and he had just left smiling as if it wasn’t so serious.

“Just leave him be, it’s worthless trying to speak to him in such a state”, something in Joel’s voice told you this wasn’t the first time he had been in this situation.

“Are you sure you’re fine? Joel, please, don’t lie to me―”, you mustered, trying to keep your tears in check, as you caressed his cheek.

He heavily sighed as he scooted over to one end of the tiny bed, leaving enough space for you to join him. You got on the gurney quickly, nestling against him, your arm across his chest in a half embrace. His body heat calmed your nerves a bit, although your hands were still shaking.

“I’m fine, I’m not lying. They won’t let me leave yet though, the nurse said I need to stay here for a couple of hours, until she’s certain the bleeding has stopped”, he explained, his fingertips tracing the shape of your right shoulder.

“I’m not going anywhere”, you said with a small voice, your left cheek against his chest.

Joel didn’t fight you on that, so you stayed by his side. His left hand was resting just below your face, his broken watch strapped around his wrist. You bowed your head a bit and kissed his knuckles.

“I’m sorry about this morning, I thought fixing your watch was a nice thing to do, considering it’s been broken since I met you”, you tried to explain yourself, but Joel hushed you by cupping your chin so your eyes would meet his.

“You have nothing to be sorry about. I know you meant well. It’s just…”, you heard him gulp down, as if the next words were extremely painful to say out loud. “Sarah fixed this watch for me on my last birthday. It’s been stuck at 2.40 AM since… since we both got shot. One of the bullets broke it”, he recounted in a husked voice, his brown eyes focused on the timeless sphere.

Then it hit you. That was Sarah’s time of death. And, unknowingly, you almost ruined the last memento Joel possessed of his daughter. His most precious treasure. You felt sick to your stomach at the mere idea of being responsible for such a thing. Had you known, you would have never even considered doing what you had planned.

“Gosh, Joel, I’m sorry. I swear to you I didn’t know”, you breathed out desperately.

“I know, baby. I should have told you that instead of getting angry and for that I apologise, but I just couldn’t…”, he clenched his jaw, and you tried to soften his expression with the touch of your fingers.

“Don’t apologise, please”, you kissed his bearded jaw and remained in comfortable silence for the next two hours, until Joel was finally discharged.

The next day you both stayed home. Tommy had tried to apologise when he came back to his senses, but Joel was having none of it. The younger Miller eventually understood that his brother just needed space until he decided to forgive him and gave up in his efforts. You were alone with Joel all day, making sure he was okay and helping him clean the wound. Those stitches were going to leave a nasty scar on him, but it was better than the alternative. It was healing well, no signs of infection, for which you were so pleased ― probably more than him. You almost had to tie him to the bed so he would stop fidgeting around ― Joel was going to get the wound open again if he didn’t remain still for a bit.

You knew Joel was just trying to keep his brain busy because this day marked a year since Sarah was wrongly snatched from his life. That was why he was so taciturn and quiet today, and you let him be for the most part.

When he sat down on the couch in the afternoon, you just nestled against his body, in silence, his arm affectionately enveloping you.

Nighttime came around soon enough, and you both got into bed. Joel spooned you as soon as he laid down behind you, his right arm hugging you, his chest against your back. You soon fell asleep in his warm embrace, feeling protected and content.

Joel woke up a few hours later, one of his recurrent nightmares haunting him. He grumbled in displeasure and got out of bed to change the dressing over the wound. He did so efficiently and returned to bed, slipping under the bedsheets quietly.

Another hour went by, and he was still awake, his eyes on the ceiling.

He rolled onto his left side and saw you sleeping peacefully, in the exact same position you fell asleep. You had not moved one inch. Joel smiled softly as he got closer to you, sliding his arm around your waist and dragging you over to him, looking for your soothing warmth.

Unconsciously, you wiggled your hips to bury your butt in his bulge, and Joel contained a pitiful moan. Your perfectly round ass was innocently embedded in his groin. Now he was sure as hell he was not going to be able to fall back asleep. Irremediably, he pressed his manhood against your buttocks again, looking for that friction.

Joel felt his cock tense up, an erection taking hold. He freed his manhood, slowly pumping himself ― his leaky tip brushing your asscheek until a wet patch adorned your panties. Even if he wanted to, he couldn’t resist. You were all curled up, drooling on the pillow, faintly snoring, your knees slightly bent. He cut the distance between you and shoved his dick in your thigh gap, his shaft rubbing against your pussy covered by your underwear.

Sweat gathered on his brow as he rocked his pelvis back and forth, your thighs sweetly compressing his cock ― the tip feeling cold when it overhung on the other side. Joel kissed your shoulder, his hand gently placed on your hip to steady himself.

“C’mon, baby, wake up”, he husked near your ear, gently nibbling your earlobe.

You hummed, half awake. You felt your body being rocked, your eyes fluttering open and looking downwards. Through half-lidded eyes, you saw Joel’s glans sticking out through your thigh nook, then disappearing from sight to reappear again. You smiled pleasantly, shutting your eyes, as you felt your needy cunt melt for him. You pursed your lips with delight.

“Can I have my birthday present again, sweetheart?”, he whispered in a constrained tone.

You nodded, scatterbrained.

You were drenching your underwear so bad, there was a visible damp, darken spot right in the middle. Joel pulled back from in between your legs and pushed the bridge of your panties to one side. He lodged his cock in between your puffy lips, sliding it through your entire slit a couple of times to douse himself with your fluids.

“You’re soaking wet, baby”, he muttered as you let out a soft moan when Joel pressed his tip against your dripping hole, your flesh parting as the Red Sea.

Then Joel slowly pushed his hard cock in inch by inch down to his balls. His right arm hugged you, poising you in place and sneaking his hand under your pyjama top to hold one of your full breasts. He stilled for a second, feeling your cunt sheathing him like a warm glove. He thrusted once, twice, thrice. You lost count after that, Joel plunging into you from behind, gaining erratic speed. You grasped the bedsheet in your fist, your spit pooling on the pillowcase.

You placed a hand on your mound and a few seconds later, you slipped it under your panties. With the palm against your clit to cause some grinding, you could feel Joel coming in and out of you in between your index and middle fingers. Your gushing cunt started palpitating around his slick cock, your inner walls squeezing him hard as you came, mewling like a kitten in heat.

Joel quickly followed you, his cum filling you up, breathing roughly behind you. You tilted your head towards your right to look at him over your shoulder. He kissed you, first gently, then more demanding, while his dick was still throbbing with the last wave of his release. Joel pinched your nipple before freeing your mouth.

“There you go, sweetheart, so you don’t forget who you and your tight pussy belong to”, he groaned as he pulled out of you.

“Thank you, sir”, you said gratefully.

Joel put your underwear back in place and pressed the palm of his hand against your wet panties, his cum trickling out with yours and swamping the piece of clothing even more, saturating it, almost as if you had pissed yourself.

“Go back to sleep, darlin’”, he kissed the nape of your neck, his hand still lodged in your thigh gap, hard pressed against your satisfied, clothed pussy. You loved how possessive he was of you, literally claiming your cunt for himself at every chance he got.

With a pleased sigh, you tucked your hands under your head and fell back asleep within seconds.

The earth was round again.

[cocteaucherry]

trials and tribulations .2

summary- falling in love with your sworn enemy was not something you planned.

cws- p&p au/ bridgerton au, inaccurate use of regency language, 18+, misogyny, sexual tension, future smut in later chapters, slow slow burn, LENGTHY descriptions, ooc Suguru, suguru x f!reader, accidental groping, not proofread

taglist- @mandysfanfics

a/n-(I wanna go ahead and apologize for putting this out so late, I truly wasn’t prioritizing this part as much as I needs to ^^ but I hope you enjoy more treats coming soon)

“Y/N it wasn't that awful.”

“I feel as if I were choking, can't believe I made a fool of myself in front of him.”

“There was more than one man there.”

“Don't humor me, Mr. Geto glared at me as if I was a stain on his perfect coat.”

Shoko groaned as she laid flat on the blanket you laid out, usually you a Shoko spent your days outside when finished with chores, and seeming as it was blooming through spring it was perfect.

“He's just a highly disciplined man I guess.”

“But it's no excuse to be so rude and conceited.”

“He's a wealthy man- he can basically do anything.”

“Whatever..” you mumbled plucking a blade of grass from the ground to hold in between your fingers.

Although no matter how many times you say “whatever” you could truly never get Suguru Geto off your mind, it angered you whenever he’d make an appearance, most recently in your dreams.

Waking up abruptly to only groan and try to drift off into sleep, maybe if you just stay inside you’d never see him again.

“Y/N! Letter for you!”

Your hands halted from sewing immediately placing the sharp needle down, “From who?”

Your mother smiled giddily as she gave you the letter, the thick paper and the large G seal told you everything you needed to know.

“Dear, Y/N,

“We really enjoyed your company and presence at our estate last Friday, we’d really appreciate if you could be present tomorrow for a more formal tour of the estate,

Yours truly,

Satoru Gojo

“Wow..” you were breathless having to lightly beat your chest to restart your fear-stricken heart, “This is-”

“Amazing I know, this is your chance y/n! No more chores for you I need to make sure you're in pristine condition”

You were put on bedrest for the rest of the day.

❀⊱┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄┄⊰❀

The estate looked a lot different in the daytime, the lamps at night just fully added onto the mystical ambience but now it was just ethereal.

You had worn a nice emerald gown, contrasting perfectly with your updo, you weren’t being led through the manor alone though one of his many servants led you down the halls.

“Sir Gojo will accompany you shortly, he’s slightly busy at the moment.” The man smiled pushing his glasses further on his nose, the man had short dark hair and somehow looked old but young at the same time.

You smiled bowing politely as you glanced around the globe shaped room, “I’ll be waiting.”

“Great, if you need anything miss you may call me Ijichi,” he bowed curtly before walking down the pristine hall.

Seems like everything needs to follow a code in this place.

You thought to yourself as you stepped towards the very large window, the clouds had gathered to a moody gray but the flowers still flowed wistfully.

Somehow the walk here wasn’t as tantalizing as you thought.

If you weren’t as engrossed in your thoughts you would’ve felt or heard the presence that approached behind you.

“Nice to make your acquaintance again miss l/n”

Jolting slightly you placed your hand on your heart, “you frightened me Mr-“

Wait you knew that voice.

You turned slowly hoping to be met with the familiar snow white locks but were instead met with black hair tucked tidily into a bun and a strand of hair falling above his forehead.

Of course..

“Mr Geto,” you pushed out a fake smile trying your best to convince him and yourself that you were delighted to see him, “Delightful to see-“

“Why are you here?”

Wow, okay, very polite.

“Sir, Gojo wanted to give me a tour of the estate.”

He stared at you with narrow eyes as he smirked, “Impossible, Satoru has been ill for the past days.”

“…”

“Uhm, excuse me but..- I don’t think erm-“

“Please stop with the stuttering and spit it out.”

you let out a seething sigh composing yourself, “I was sent a letter.. stating himself he’d like to give me a tour.”

“I heard you the first time,” he groans quietly, rubbing his temple irritatingly.

You both stood in a suffocating relative silence before he surprisingly broke the silence, “I will give you a tour of the outer areas of the estate, that is all I can do. I'm very busy at the moment.”

Your eyes widened and you shook your head in agreement, this man couldn’t be kind to save his life but you’d take anything at this point.

“I’d love to.” A small smile appeared on your face but before you could see his reaction he turned walking out of the room, “Follow closely, I don’t have time to waste.”

You hurriedly picked up your pace as you followed after him, hopefully a change of scenery could help the mod.

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The wind had picked up as you and Geto continued your walk outside, flowers and lush trees surrounded the back area, a path of white colored flowers falling into a different path.

“White flowers lead to the garden, purple to the fruit groves.” Geto kept his hands behind his back at all times as he stared blankly forward, occasionally glancing at the now darkly gray sky threatening to spill at any moment.

“Woah..” the tone of shock came from your lips with a smile, “this is incredible.”

Geto’s jaw ticked as he stopped dead in his tracks feeling a small droplet of water fall on his forehead, “It truthfully is the standard of the Gojo’s, they’ve truly never known poverty.”

So they’re born into this, “it’s truly an amazing feat.”

he sighed quietly, feeling the light drops of water beginning to fall, “let’s get inside, looks like it’s gonna pour heavily.”

Your smile fell as you nodded quickly, beginning to walk back towards the steps of the back door Geto following in pursuit.

You were just content that he had engaged you in conversation, as you began your descent up the stairs something felt wrong and low and behold.

You lost your footing on the slippery steps.

A yelp left your mouth as you prepared yourself for the tumble and for the insults coming from Geto, you quickly shut your eyes.

Except you didn’t fall, you were caught.

You slowly opened your eyes to see and feel a pair of strong hands, one beneath your breast and one on your waist. A blush creeping on your neck feeling the warm sensation on your body.

You stared up in horror at Geto’s petrified face immediately pushing yourself off of him, the blush on the tips of his ears gave him away as he cleared his throat. “I-Ijichi should be able to help you inside.”

You hummed in response trying to contain yourself as you attempted to calm the blush and hoarseness in your throat, “I-ll get to it.” You watched your step more carefully rushing through the back door.

Once you were in the clear you met out an exasperated sigh clutching your hand to your chest, “Mr Ijichi!” You whispered hoarsely beginning to walk through the hall.

What was this feeling? What were you feeling? Surely this was embarrassment correct?

[anonymousegeek]

so uhh... (apology info)

TL;DR: I was being a dick on twitter, the allegations on both the BBU devs and Blackgryph0n were false, and I sincerely apologize for my actions and I will better myself as a person here on out. (please read. or don't, i can't tell you what to do.)

HI! :D if you don't know, some false rumors were spread on twitter about the Billie Bust Up devs and the VA for Barnaby recently. Now, beforehand, I did not know this. This drama lead me into a sour streak where I would admittedly harass people and just say nasty things about the wonderful people behind this game. :(

I will say this now; WHAT I DID WAS WRONG. Instead of being patient, waiting for both sides to come out to listen to both sides, or even asking for updates on the drama, I lashed out on others, said nasty things, and this lead me in a wrong path of taking a break/cooling down before properly apologizing. I should have apologized first before taking the break, honestly. I DO NOT CONDONE MY ACTIONS, PLEASE DO NOT HARASS PEOPLE WHO ARE IN A CONTROVERSY/DRAMA AND WAIT TO HEAR BOTH SIDES BEFORE FORMING YOUR OPINION.

To the lovely devs at Billie Bust Up;

I apologize for calling you guys all those awful things and harassing your fans. I was heated in the moment of the drama which was on my part. I won't blame my mental health or mental illness for my behavior, since this was a failure to have critical, logical thinking on my part. I understand if you guys won't forgive me, and that is okay. I understand that feeling. I wish the best for you, and when your game comes out for Xbox, I will purchase a copy of the game to support your guys wonderful and creative endeavors of diversity. /gen /srs

To BlackGryph0n himself;

I apologize for not hearing your side of the story when it came out. I had only heard of your side a few days ago (I wanna say 2 or 3 days) and I feel really bad for harassing your fans as well. I had believed the false rumors, and I am the one at fault. I had lacked patience or critical thinking at the time and I was in the wrong for doing that. I hope the best for your career, your mental health, and you and your wife.

To the people I had harassed and to the rest of the Billie Bust Up Comunity;

I sincerely apologize for what I had said. It was a dick move of me to say the things I had said, since it was impulsive and rude of me to do so. This controversy, and my reaction to it, had left a stain on the community, and I wish to clean up that stain. I will take time to learn to grow and improve so that this community may be a more welcoming place, to fans new and old, and to the wonderful people behind the game.

if you wish to contact me further, you can either DM me here, on twitter @/anonymousegeek, or contact me on discord (anonymousegeekakabatty)

[funtimefloof]

Helping (T)eddie Bear

Eddie Munson x plussize!fem!Reader

a/n: I'm currenly on my period and I wanna pass away, the last time it was this painful was 2020 :') I felt the need to write about Eddie taking care of reader during her menstruation. I needed some Eddie comfort. (I'll apologize if he seems a little oc, I tried my best) This is kinda self indulgent, that's why plussize :P

Warnings: tiny blood stain, menstruation, period cramps of agony, lots of fluff and maybe a little cheesy......I got carried away

Wc: 1.7k

!Not proofread!

Agony is one way to describe how I felt, the other way I'd describe it would be that Michael Myers went completely havoc in my uterus.

I shot up from my pillow, my eyes ripped open, before I squeezed them close again, feeling the dreadful feeling in my lower stomach.

That could only mean one thing. As fast as I could I stood up and hurried to the bathroom and just like expected; I got my period.

As sight of frustration left my dry lips. I cleaned myself up and went back to my bedroom, hoping the mess on my bed wouldn't be too serious. Thank fuck, it only was a little stain which would wash out easily.

So I pulled off the mattress cover, went to my bathroom to wash the stain first, before I threw it into the washing machine.

The second I got to my bedroom again, a harsh pain snapped through my lower body, causing me to almost fall as my knees felt like jelly.

Regaining my strength I made my way to the kitchen and went over to the telephone on the wall, before dialing the number. I was out of painkillers, so the only thing that came to mind, was to call him.

It rang and rang, but nobody picked up. Sighting, I hung up the telephone and was already on my way back to my room, before the clear ringing tone of the telephone caugh me off guard. I shuffled over, grabed it and immediately heard the groggy, sleepy voice of the person I adore the most.

"Hey, is everything alright, my love? You're usually not awake this late at night. " He sounded tired, which made me start to feel bad. "Hi, sorry, I didn't mean to wake you...." My voice wavered a little as a small tear went down my cheek. He seemed to notice that my voice was off somehow "God, baby no, you didn't wake me, I already woke up a few minutes ago, to go take a piss."

I could hear right through his lie, but decided to not question it any further, cause I didn't want it to end up in a discussion.

He broke the silence again, noticing that I stayed quiet as he just heard almost inaudible sniffs coming from the other line "What's wrong, love? Are you alright?" the concern in his voice was evident, so I quickly replied "Can you please come over? I need you right now."

Hearing the desperation in my trembling voice, he replied without hesitation "I'll be there in 3, love." As fast as he answered, the loud beep on the other line, singalised that he hung up right after, so I did the same.

Leaning against the wall next to it, I took a sharp intake of air, before small whimpers and cries left my throat as tiny tears went past my eyes. The pain was so uncomfortable and highly unnecessary at this time of night, I thought.

Not even 3 minutes passed and a few rushed knocks were heard at the front door of my trailer. Leaving my spot on the wall, I went over and opened the door, meeting the eyes of my favourite person.

As soon as he saw my tear stained face his gaze softened a little. He stepped into the trailer, closed the door behind him and wrapped his arms around me, pulling me into him.

"It hurts so bad, Eds." my voice was muffled due to me being snuggled tightly in Eddie's embrace. Softly stoking my head he let out a small humm, before backing away a tiny bit and leaving a loving kiss on my forehead.

Having already figured out the cause of my pain, he let his hands start to wander and before he had to chance to try and lift me, I stopped him in his tracks "Don't."

"Why, what's the matter?" The stroking motions of his hands on my arms made me melt down into his embrace once again as the cold metal on his fingers gave me a weird but calming feeling. What did I do to deserve this man? He's always such an angel to me.

"I'm to heavy...." As soon as those words left my mouth, he cupped my cheeks with his ring adorned hands and looked deep into my glassy eyes. His expression showed confusion, but at the same time his beautiful brown button like eyes radiated warmth, comfort and reassurance.

"My love-" He took a deep breath, while caressing my face, wiping the new coming tears away "I don't want to hear you talk down on yourself, ever again." He started to leave butterfly kisses on every inch of my face "You, my love, are the most precious creature I've ever laid my eyes on. The only things supposed to leave those pretty lips of yours are, only positive things about yourself and the sounds of pleasure that I get out of you, alright?"

I suppose he tried to brighten my mood with the last statement, which he definitely succeeded with as a quiet giggle left me right after. Sneaky Fox.

Without a warning he picked me up bridal style, which caused me to squeak as I felt my feet lift up from the floor, before he carried me towards my bedroom.

Gently he eased me onto the bed, quickly threw off his leather jacket and his shoes, before climbing in next to me.

My arms sneaked around his torso, while I slowly tried to hook one of my legs around his, trying not to put too much weight on him at once, but he just grabbed my thigh like it was nothing and hiked it up. Once again I snuggled my head into his chest and took a whiff of his scent. My quiet humming vibrated against his chest, while he was lovingly stroking my head again.

I could still feel my insides being ripped apart, but I tried to keep my emotions down, because I wanted to enjoy this moment with him, being held in his arms. We stayed like this for a little while, just existing in this moment together as two people who were so undoubtedly in love with each other.

Sooner or later the pain has gotten to a point where I just couldn't keep quiet anymore, so I just hoped that Eddie couldn't hear my silent whimpers of agony. Despite my fragile attempts, he noticed "Baby, if there's anything you need, just talk to me. I'm right here. Let me know if there is anything you want me to help with."

I silently started crying again, before I broke the silence "Christ, I'm such a sensitive bitch, crying over the littlest things. And you? You're such an angel, so calm and reassuring. Do you have any idea how much my heart hurts just knowing you're the most perfect human that I could've ever asked for in my life?" before I could continue with my rant he interrupted me with a small kiss.

"Love, as much as I love you throwing compliments at me, periods make you sappy. You know, I'm far from perfect. You on the other side? The best and most perfect person." His comment made me look at him with puppy dog eyes before I tightened my arms around him and started to cuddle the hell out of him.

"You are my personal Teddie bear, you know that?" He just chuckled at my statement, before slowly removing his arms around me and smirking down at me.

With a last peck to my cheek he shot out of bed and left the room. Since it was just getting comfortable I was confused for a second, till he returned some minutes later with a cup of chocky milk (cause chocky milk makes pain go away, yk?) and a glass of water.

After he set the things on the bedside table, he crawled onto the bed again, but this time instead of taking his place next to me, he placed himself at the bottom part of the bed, before slowly starting to lift my legs. I was curious about his actions, so I let him continue. He then shimmied closer, with his knees on the mattress, before he laid my thighs on top of his.

With eyes full of love and adoration Eddie glanced at me, his hands on my hips, as if he was asking for permission to continue. I couldn't deny his sweet face, so I gave in.

He started lifting up the v neck sweater I was wearing, but stopped halfway. The soft touch of his hands ghosted over my belly, while the cold metal of his rings gave me slight shivers.

Not even a minute later, he was using a little more pressure as his hands went a tiny bit lower. In return of his actions he got to hear a relieved sigh. Suddenly his hands switched positions from my torso to my thighs. He kept on kneading them in nice circular motions, before he switched back to massage my lower stomach.

From time to time he switched between those two areas, sometimes leaning over and leaving soft butterfly kisses on my collarbones and my cleavage.

During the time he was handling my body with utmost care I was able to drink my choky milk. Sometimes I'd hiss if he went a little to deep, but as soon as he'd notice he would go softer again.

In the middle of the procedure he began to hum along to my favourite song which, along with the massage I was getting from him, made me really sleepy.

The only thing I could remember before falling asleep is Eddie leaving a loving kiss on my lips "Good night, baby. I love you"

I don't know how much time passed, when I opened my eyes again, but it was still dark outside. Eddie laid next to me, snoring slightly with the moon illuminating his face and I couldn't help but to admire him. I lightly touched the side of his face, hoping he wouldn't wake up "I love you too"

A small smile graced my features before I cuddled myself into him and fell asleep with the help of his breath's calm movement. Two hearts beating as one.

(small nsfw extra)

Imagine Eddie massaging your thighs and your tummy, while fucking into you with a nice rhythm, during your period, because he heard somewhere, that it helps with period cramps ;) (Steve told him)

(not @ me finishing this, on the last day of my period lol. writing takes forever).

Please if you noticed any mistakes, make sure to let me know, so I can change it. ^^

[slutforsnow]

U.A. High's Reaper

Chapter 1

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Only… Koton forgot her headphones in the classroom. She had begun to search for them in her backpack on the way to get food and find a quiet place to sit and plan, only to discover she left them on her desk. Groaning, she made a U-Turn making her way to 1-A once more but was greeted by a large group of students in the way of her getting to the classroom.

“"Per deos immortales, me interficere." ["By the immortales, I'm going to kill myself.”] Koton sighed, fading into the shadows and reappearing beside Midoriya.

“...-know what a future pro looks like; now move it, extras,” a certain blonde voice chided, sounding irritated. Peeking over as she grabbed her headphones, she noticed it was the spiky haired douchebag that snickered when Midoriya got a question wrong whereas he would get it right. What was his name again? Oh, right, Bakugo. Blasty, she'd refer to him based on his hair and seemingly explosive nature whenever the greenette spoke.

“Tch,” She scoffed, shaking her head in disapproval at Blasty's bold sentiment. Him, a future pro? What a laugh, if anything, Koton was the better future pro and HE was the extra.

“Hah-? Ya got somethin’ to say, Death?” Blasty demanded, glaring towards her.

“Just that you're a moron, but you're making that pretty obvious already,” She replied with a snicker which only pissed him off.

“DO YOU WANNA DIE-?!”

“So this is Class 1-A… I came by to see you guys and what you're made of .. but you just sound like an ass,” a new voice chimed in, making his way to the front as Blasty and Koton turned to face this new unimportant person. “Are all hero course students arrogant?”

“I dunno, are all morons like you this stupid?” Koton sassed back, arms crossing, headphones tight in hand as the newcomer scoffed and threw his gaze towards her.

“Hm.. you all are definitely egotistical. Don't get cocky though.. I, much like many others, applied for the Hero Course but unfortunately we were forced to choose another track. This Sports Festival will also see who's really fit for the Hero course and many of us might transfer in.. and to make room, they'll transfer you out,” The purple haired boy informed, frowning.

“Tch, like they'll transfer me out,” Koton snarled with an eye roll. “Be prepared to put your money where your mouth is and lose, cacas labe. That goes for you as well, Blasty.” [cacas labe = shit stain]

Koton shoved her way through the crowd, headphones on and cutting out the sound of another guy, yelling about he was going to come for her and Bakugou. How childish. Disgraceful.

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As the two weeks of intense training went by, Class A was pumped up with excitement as well as dread for the festival. Dread for some students because they were nervous about not standing out, like Kirishima with his Hardening, as if you didn't stand out, the less offers you would get from Pro Heroes.

However, Koton's mind was elsewhere during the training. Koton would sneak away to train in the dark, her mind reeling with ideas on essays and drafts for how to change the Sports Festival for it to be a Pro-Hero only event, often pausing her training to jot down an idea she was particularly fond of. Seriously, U.A. was supposed to be a prestigious hero academy yet the Sports Festival was a huge way for villains to attack the students.

For her actual training, she would wander further from Tokoyami and Dark Shadow. They wouldn't find out how strong her Quirk was yet. No. That way it would catch her classmates off guard and they'd be frozen, unsure of what to do… Well, mostly. Shoji, being extremely suitable for spying, had picked up on Koton's

training sometimes without her knowledge, so Koton had to make sure to take him out one way or another when the time came.

She would not be undermined. No way, not in a million immortal lives would THE Koton be undermined and do the worst thing after death; lose. Ugh, the thought of failure made her sick to her stomach. There was no way she'd embarrass the man who raised her.

Shaking her head, she stopped walking, allowing her classmates to walk ahead to the waiting room. Pressing the palm of her hand to her forehead, she made a small grunt until the nausea faded. Of all times to almost make herself sick, why did it have to be now?

“You're going to make yourself sick doing that, kid,” a much deeper voice chided, shaking his head. Koton looked up, a small smirk growing on her face.

“Nick,” She greeted with a nod and the older man nodded in confirmation.

“Do me proud, mutum asinum [dumb ass],” He told her, digging his knuckles into her skull as she snickered. “I got permission to come out and see ya. Same with Will.”

“Yeah, yeah, don't worry Nicky-boy, I'll be fine and make our home proud,” Koton remarked, playfully pushing the elder's hand away. Nick only chuckled, putting his hand in the pocket of his long black trench coat.

Nick was 5 years older than Koton, standing at 5'10” with a chubby build as well as a baby face that made people believe he wasn't 21. He had shoulder-length faded purple hair, pulled back into half-tail, curved with American 1980s bangs. His eyes were as dark as obsidian, his skin olive toned. If not for his scars of battle, Nick would have considered himself to be attractive. Alas, he did not.

“You better or I'm banning a certain musical from the house,” He teased, chuckling. “Now go, I love you, kiddo.”

She rolled her eyes, shaking her head. “Bye, Nick. Love you too.” She waved him off, turning and walking to Waiting Room #1. Nick chuckled to himself and faded into the shadows, reappearing beside his husband in the crowd, who greeted his love with a kiss to cheek.

In the waiting room, Koton wasn't acknowledged for her late arrival and sat at one of the tables, thinking. Midnight hadn't given more specifics on this damned Festival, only that she'd be the First Years referee, whatever the hell that meant. She closed her eyes, sighing in silence.

This was it. No more hiding her ‘Quirk’. They'd see the real deal… Well, mostly depending on how strong her opponents were. She'd only give them the strength they'd give her. She planned to toy with them. Humiliate them… especially that fuckass blonde. His loud mouth, his cockiness, his arrogance… There was only room in the class for one person with all of that and it'd be her. She'd knock him down a peg… or six. He needed it. Badly.

A small smirk etched its way onto her face at the idea of knocking Blasty down a peg or two. His anger reminded her of a chihuahua or a pomeranian, so knocking his ego down was going to be fun. She'd kill his cocky persona violently and without remorse. Make him see who the real future number one pro would be. He'd be in the 20th or 30th rankings with his rank personality.

A bit later, Iida left and returned, announcing to the class that they had to get their game faces on and that they'd be leaving for the arena soon. Not long after, Todoroki made his way to Midoriya.

“Oh, hey Todoroki,” Midoriya greeted, looking surprised to see him. At the sound of Midoriya's voice, Koton opened her eyes, glaring towards the two boys.

“Midoriya…it's no secret that I'm stronger than you and knowing that you have All Might in your corner, I still plan to beat you,” The cold-spoken male declared, pulling a startled gasp from Midoriya. All Might in Midoriya's corner, huh? She'd investigate that.

“What's with all these declarations of war lately…” Kamniari asked, leaning back in his chair to face the two with a nervous laugh as Kirishima got up walking towards Todoroki, putting a hand on his shoulder.

“Hey man, what's the deal, why are you pickin’ a fight all of a sudden-?” He questioned.

Todoroki pushed Kirishima's hand off of him. “We're not here to be each other's friends.” At least one of these dumbasses had a brain.

“Todoroki.. it's no secret I'm not as strong as you, probably none of us are compared to you and your power,” Midoriya began.

“Whoa, easy, man i think youre being a little hard on yourself- and us,” Kirishima interjected but Midoriya kept going.

“I'll probably not make it past the first round… but just know I'll be aiming for the top too,” He finished, meeting Todoroki’s fierce gaze. The waiting room was filled with a tense silence and Koton couldn't help but revel in it. Oh, this was too good. She'd show them all that she was the best. These pathetic lovers, children of heroes, and rich bitches, and nepo babies would be proved that family lineage isn't everything. She was getting riled up at the idea of destroying them. Gods, this would be good.

Ding!

“Let's go, Class A!” Iida announced, breaking the tension in the air, leading the class out to the arena.

Go time.

[ilovereadingandstuff]

Yo, Free! fans!

I made a letter to Rin from Haruka's pov for a school homework and wanted to share it!

It is contextualized in The Final Stroke Part II, during the period they were suffering for the other in preparation for the olimpics, let's say it was written a few days after the rinharu pool scene reconciliation.

And also, i'm truly open for any kind of correction, suggestions and comments, specially from men and boys because i wanna know how much delulu it sounds when it's written from a woman and a bl-lover like me, haha. Correct me if something seems a bit odd or cringe in the context, even though I tried to stick to canon as much as a could BUT with the addition of a little detail that it is the finger injury Haruka does to himself for accident, like, when getting out of the pool in one of his training sessions.

I did injured myself in my left pinky finger, so inspired by the pain it caused me and the nostalgia over this amazing show, I wanted to explore the idea of Haruka expressing explicitly his feelings regarding the pain and stress in this specific conflict addresed in the final movie...How much off-character Haru is?! I know Haru's personality is inclined to be more of a autistic person, definitely never expressing his thoughts out loud in words, but that's exactly what I meant to do here...and let's say Haruka's imaginary wound (inspired by mine) in his finger pulled a trigger that motivated him to write this letter to Rin...

Without further more explanation, and so as not to prolong this any further than it already is, hope you enjoy.

Spanish version

17 de julio, 2021 Rin, Han pasado cerca de un mes desde que nos separamos y las clasificatorias están cada vez más cerca. Pierdo la respiración en cada chapuzón, e incluso ahora me corté el dedo lo suficientemente profundo para manchar está hoja. ¿Recuerdas que de niños, cada vez que nos íbamos a jugar a los columpios y nos rasmillábamos las rodillas, yo era el único que no lloraba? Pues ya no puedo decir lo mismo, incluso con una herida tan pequeña como la que me hice. La verdad es que lo siento. A eso vengo. Estoy solo, asustado y ansioso. Debo reconocerte que la última vez que perdí contra Albert me afectó gravemente. Y eso fue lo que me llevó a insultarte esa vez bajo el cerezo. Mi angustia y miedo sacaron lo peor de mi y te reproché cosas de las cuales no tengo que decir. Tan solo aceptar. Y tal vez puedes decir que es insignificante mi estrés al lado de todo lo que he logrado, pero tú más que nadie debería conocer sobre los nervios que te consumen mientras más alto llegas. Definitivamente, la competencia es algo que nunca lograré entender del todo, pero lo único de lo que estoy seguro es que quiero seguir en esto contigo a mi lado. La última vez, en la piscina exterior del hotel, me echaste una carrera. Y no sabes lo libre que me sentí al ver tu cara empapada sonriendo con ese orgullo que siempre aparentas tener. Pude respirar. Lo sabes. Y el dolor de cuello cada vez es menos. Porque incluso con nuestras peleas, mejoro sin darme cuenta. Me queda recalcar que acepto tu propuesta de entrenar juntos estás próximas semanas antes del torneo. Espero tu respuesta. Haruka.

English version

July 17th, 2021 Rin, It's been about a month since we parted ways and the qualifiers are getting closer. I lose my breath with every dip I take, and even now I cut my finger deep enough to stain this sheet. Do you remember when we were kids, every time we went to play on the swings and scraped our knees, I was the only one who didn't cry? Well, I can't say the same anymore, even with a wound as small as the one I got. The truth is, I'm sorry. That's what I came for. I'm alone, scared and anxious. I must admit that the last time I lost against Albert it seriously affected me. And that was what led me to insult you that time under the Sakura tree. My anguish and fear brought out the worst in me and I reproached you for things that I don't have to say. I just have to accept. And maybe you can say that my stress is insignificant compared to everything I've accomplished, but you more than anyone should know about the nerves that consume you the higher you go. Definitely, competition is something I'll never fully understand, but the only thing I'm sure of is that I want to continue in this with you by my side. Last time, in the hotel's outdoor pool, you raced me. And you don't know how free I felt seeing your soaked face smiling with that pride you always seem to have. I could breathe. You know it. And the pain in my neck is less and less. Because even with our fights, I improve without realizing it. Finally, I must emphasize that I accept your proposal to train together these next few weeks before the tournament. I await your response. Haruka.

[i-think-im-breaking-down-again]

yooo new poem just dropped

(this is the second one, i wrote this lady night idk if it makes sense but oh well :') )

Yeah, I read this twice then stared at the wall for 15 mins. Excuse me while I perform CPR on myself. Actually never mind, I'm signing a DNR. This was so raw, vivid and vulnerable. I am shooketh to the very core. It's like you are around me and spying on my life smh. I refer to my rot as this 'sickness' and let me let you know. This resonated deeply with me. I saw it, I felt it, I breathed in your poem and loved every bit of it. Growing up thinking there is something inherently wrong with you, which must be kept inside, a secret of the true self. If people know it, they'll forsake you, they'll be horrified, disgusted, repulsed, gagging and aching at the beast they've been deceived by.

And the nature of this rot is so unknown, yet it lurks in every feeling, every thought and every interaction. 'in my chest does it lie, in my heart does it feed off every misery. In every doubt, does it thrive on every mistake does it embed itself, further and further' It grows, it's a moving target, it flourishes inside. And every thing feels like a mistake, ding or not doing, it all feels like an endless cycle and it always seems to win and grow and corrode your insides.

'if you love me, leave me be' Because after all, you know how to live with this rot, you can survive with this inside of you. 'it's filthy, impure' Some people want to help, but they don't know how. The last stanza - where the person is weeping and horrified at the rot's existence. They mean well, yes but at the end you have to comfort them instead of them reassuring you. 'you can't help, stop trying' And all this leads you to believe that at the end of the day, there is something no one can fix which makes you feel unlovable. But if the person still stands, they might not know how to fix it, but they still do their best, they keep 'fighting'. It leaves you dumbfounded. Why willfully engage with this putrid rotting creature? Also the bloody hands and stained shirt. A feeling that you will contaminate the ones around you, that you will ruin the love by being so filthy. The ones you know are now covered in your blood, in your rot and it's your fault. And by the end you are so sick of it, you tear it out, you kill it all you can but you know it's all futile. Then the questions of your true self come burning. Then the lines between you and the rot seem so blurry. But you'll tear it out, you'll take care of it. Even when it's 'never quite dead, fully dead'

The line 'these bloody fingers have seen worse' alludes to the fact that there have been several attempts to 'tear it out, bleed it dry'. The rot has been picked apart a million times, yet it 'convulsively persists'

This is what I made of it. If you had indented something else and if I missed something between the lines. PLEASE TELL ME. I am not normal about this poem in the least bit. It feels like it has watched me and knows me for who I am. HOW CAN YOU WROTE SOMETHING SO UTTERLY BONE CRUSHING. I WANNA SAW MY LIMBS OFF AND GIVE THEM TO YOU AS AN OFFERING.

[reaper-bloodmoon]

(TSAMS Continuity AU) Take My Word

Superstar Daycare Basement...

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Terry: ...What the hell did Teek do to the basement??

Solar: If I had to guess...they transformed it with their Dark Star power.

Ruin: I...can't see anything, why'd they have to make it so dark?? It's like...oh, hm...it's like some kind of cocoonish nest.

Lunar: Couldn't say it better myself, I do not like how sticky and slimy the floor feels.

Terry: Dude, don't point it out now I'm noticing it, eEW-!

[The camera pans over to show what the group is talking about, a dark shadowy substance coating the walls and floor. The current group consisted of Terry, Lunar, Solar, Ruin, and Moon. Sun, Bloody, Harvest, and Monty had decided to take care of the remaining endos that had taken over the more "minor" areas of the Pizzaplex. Moon's eyes start to glow in the dark, a key feature he had been implemented with.]

Terry: Woooo glowy glowy!

Moon: Yeah I kinda forgot that I had this feature, I usually sleep when it's dark out so...you know.

Ruin: Oh, I can actually see things more clearly now! ...Moon....how many times has the Creator sent his drones to the daycare?

[Ruin has clearly noticed something now that Moon's eyes were glowing, sounding disturbed.]

Moon: I don't really keep track, why?

Ruin: You're either going to be really happy or really disturbed, there's really no other way to say it-

Solar: Holy...

Lunar: OH, that is disturbing!

[When Moon completely looks at what they had noticed, he reels back in slight horror. It was a huge pile of dead Creator drones, stained with very old oil and covered in rust. The whole thing stunk of it, that and death.]

Solar: I...so we're in agreement that Teek's actual strength without their Dark Star power is scary to think about, right?

Ruin: Yep....and quite frankly I don't want to think about it.

Terry: Let's just go find them already, I doubt this is gonna be an easy fight.

Lunar: Especially since I don't know if I'm allowed to use my powers on them!

Solar: Well, they'll have to make an exception for this. If they don't, they can suck my bolts.

Terry: Heheheheh....

Solar: You are such a child.

Terry: I mean I'm not that much younger than Earth was, I think...

Solar: You're mentally and physically 19 though-

Terry: I meant in terms of sentience leave me alone!

[Terry lightly punches Solar in the leg, Solar rolling his eyes at the small gator. The group then travels further inside the basement until they make it into an open area surrounded by a dark hurricane, the area looking similar to the final boss area of Bowser's Inside Story.]

Lunar: Wow, great dark hurricane!

Moon: Huh...they actually sweat the details...

Teek: I would say thank you....

[Teek's voice has an echoey effect to it as they appear from a dark, blazing aura. Their appearance has been more consumed by the dark power coursing through their systems, their skin appearing to be a void black color. Their claws have also gotten noticeably longer and sharper...]

Teek: But that wouldn't be very...in character. After all, you lot replaced me! And to drag my younger brother into this battle, despicable!

Moon: Listen, I don't want to have to fight you, Teek! I can help you!

Teek: Help me...help me?? Why would you and my other replacements ever wanna help me?! You're the "superior" animatronics, are you not?! Ahahahahahaha! Oh you're hilarious!

[Teek's grin slants and becomes more maniacal and sly in nature.]

Teek: You may have gotten through my endo army, but what makes you think you can defy against my new world?

[Teek, with their dark magic, makes a blade with their right hand then stabs their left one, pulling out a large, darkness and shadow infused double-ended scythe.]

Teek: IT'S SHOWTIME!!!

[Teek laughs as the battle starts, targeting everyone but Terry in terms of attacking. Teek would then use a sort of dark matter ability summon to pin Terry to a far wall.]

Teek: You just sit tight for me, little one.

[Terry screams and shouts in frustration, his luck was just the worst thing, it was getting ridiculous with how many times they had to be saved throughout their life.]

Terry: God damnit, Lunar kick their ass to kingdom come for me!!

Lunar: Trying to, I'm really trying to here!

[Lunar had tackled himself onto Teek's back, tugging hard on their head only to get thrown into Solar as he tried to power up a shot with his arm canon.]

Lunar and Solar: SHIT-!

Lunar: Ha, jinx!

Solar: Lunar not now-!

Ruin: Look out, both of you!

[Ruin runs and pushes both Lunar and Solar out of the line of Teek's aerial slices, getting cut up in the process but otherwise still standing.]

Teek: Oh aren't you an impressive little- GYAHHHH!!!!

[Moon had managed to sneak up on Teek and shock them with an enhanced taser, the sparks shooting out of Teek's body as they grit their fangs and fought to get Moon off of them.]

Teek: You conniving, sneaky little....rrrrr!!!!

[Teek, despite being weakened and nearly completely stunned, still managed to throw Moon back.]

Teek: You're...really asking for me to cut you in half, aren't you...?

[Teek's voice sounds like it's wheezing and crackling, the Dark Star power seeming to leak from their mouth in a liquidy matter.]

Teek: It will be....one of you gone from my perfect world...!

[As Teek swung their scythe towards Moon, they feel a hard kick to the middle of their spine, making them collapse and puke up not only the Dark Star energy, but also the Dark Star itself. Before Moon can make a grab for it or even get a chance to destroy it, it melts into the ground, taking the transformation done to the Daycare basement with it. Teek, meanwhile, had collapsed onto the floor, passing out from the sudden loss of power keeping them going.]

Ruin: Are...are you okay, Moon?

Moon: I'm fine, I'm fine, what about everyone else?

[Terry is busy being broken out of the dark matter by Lunar, looking extremely annoyed.]

Terry: Every...time!

Lunar: I know....hurts being the "idiot in distress" all the time.

Terry: Ugh, tell me about it.

Ruin: So...what are you planning to do with them, exactly? Sun didn't really tell me anything.

Moon: Well after the whole flushing their systems of their bugs, glitches, and viruses, I'm gonna install an antivirus software into their system and then we can go from there.

Ruin: Right...but who's carrying them? I'm certainly not.

Terry: Yeah and me and Lunar can't carry them, we're too short and they're too heavy despite looking so skinny.

Lunar: So that just leaves you and Solar.

Solar: ...Not it!

Moon: Figures...

[Moon bends down and lifts Teek over their shoulder, grunting from the weight of them.]

Moon: Christ, what metal are they made of??

Terry: Well if they're like me, they're probably made of some kinda really expensive metal.

Moon: Somehow I doubt that, fucking HELL-!

[Moon nearly crumbles under Teek's weight as he starts taking Teek down to parts and services, the group following closely behind.]

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Parts and Services

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Teek: Un...mm...

Moon: Ah look at that, morning sleeping beauty.

[Teek groaned, their head was swimming and their vision was blurry. It could be noticed that Teek's eyes were a ruby pink and their hair had been straightened out and retied back.]

Teek: ...What...where...Dazzle?

Moon: Nooot quite. I'm Moon, actually. Remember, the guy you nearly cut in half?

Teek: Nngh...my head hurts...where am I?

Moon: You're in the parts and service tube. I just finished downloading an antivirus software into you.

Teek: ...What?

Moon: Yeah I fixed up all your bugs and glitches and flushed out your viruses, stuff like that. Though...I had to completely remove your night time mode, that thing was too messed up to save.

Teek: F-F-Fixed? You...fixed...me? I-I...I thought I was...

Moon: Fazbear can suck it, you're not dying anytime soon. Oh, you might notice those wristbands you're now wearing. Those are dark magic limiter bracelets that Freddy, the og, gave me. Just to keep that in check.

Teek: ...O-Oh...um...so...Fazbear really did replace me..and I did almost kill everyone, that wasn't just a dream...!

[Teek covered their face up, their tail lowered as the heavy guilt set in.]

Moon: ...Damnit...

[Moon unlocks the tube and grabs onto Teek's hand, leading them out and awkwardly hugging them.]

Moon: It's...it's gonna be fine, no one died and that thing you made is gone, hopefully. Just gotta work from the ground up.

[Teek squeezes Moon rather tightly, burying their face into Moon's neck.]

Teek: Are you sure...?

Moon: Just...take my word for it, kid.

[dwncata]

Hi I don't know how to format stuff to look nice I'll figure it out later shh but do y'all wanna see this delulu AU I made centered on Dottore and Boothill set in a universe where HSR Genshin and Cyberpunk elements are just thrown into a blender

Reposted from my AO3 fic, this will make no sense I'm sorry idk I like brainrotting about them a lot man nsmsbsjsb

--They're extremely ooc high-key I'm sorry lmao

Boothill glanced at his phone, then up at the barren, decrepit building before him, then back at his phone again. Yep, this was the place- even the rust stains on the walls matched. Felt more like an Abyss hideout than a ripper clinic, even bearing the warnings and rumors in mind- but he didn't exactly have many options.

He entered the building, and started descending the stairwell. This guy definitely knew how to keep himself away from people- even for someone who's seen hell up close and personal, the way metallic groans echoed around the space with every step gave him the creeps. Third floor down, there's supposed to be a door with the Fatui's emblem instead of a number... It was the only door on the floor, easy enough to find.

After few firm knocks, there was the light sound of footsteps before a disheveled man with blue hair slid the door open. He looked rather impatient, piercing red eyes boring into Boothill before he even spoke a word. "A patient, I'm assuming?"

The bags under his eyes felt like the result of long term unrest than a temporary sleep deprivation issue- For a ripper, the clothes he wore were very loose, tears and frays littering what looked like your average lower end jeans and tank top. Geometric flower designs were scrawled across his arms and chest as tattoos; yet even with such complex patterns, he had a concerning amount of scar tissue visible under the ink. Most of it seemed like burns, possibly chemical burns- but there were a few that seemed to be from knives or the like. This guy experienced a lot, that much you could tell at a glance.

Boothill gave a simple, upfront response. "Hopin' so. Y'see, I was askin' 'round these parts for a ripper who could help me with an... Unconventional request, if you catch my drift." The ripper let out a slight huff. "Specify, please." He spat the word out with annoyance, it seemed he was not one for beating around the bush.

"...Right. Wanna get myself as much chrome as 300k can buy. Was hopin' you'd help me figure out what works best for a guy like me, I'm not too keen on usin' blades or those heavy guns, y'know?"

The doctor's brow raised, unsure whether to feel skepticism or pity. "...You don't seem the wealthy type. Am I about to fuel a suicide mission?" He asked plainly, almost matter of fact- Boothill didn't quite know how to respond. Vengeance on a single target, no care in the world for after the fact- that was more or less the idea, he guessed.

Before he could piece together how to say it, the doctor continued. "Your response won't affect whether I do the work or not. I simply need to know if cyberpsychosis is a concern."

...Alright, he really just lays it out as is. "Well, I suppose I'd like to live after, but I won't wanna give up or risk losin' my target for anythin'." The doctor was silent for a second, then turned with a slight shake of his head. "Alright, sure. Come, then."

The "clinic" was the most bare bones place he could imagine. Operation chair, standing trays. A few organizers on counters for tools, and boxes further back with various cyberware. That was pretty much it.

However, he continued past, moving a curtain to a side room. Here, he kept his laptop, more storage boxes, and... There was an old couch, it was likely he slept here- That was all that was in the room.

"Take a seat, I'll be asking questions to see what'll work best for you." Boothill did just that, letting himself fall into the couch with a loud creak.

"Preferred weapons?"

Boothill answered easily, no hesitation. "I was a gunslinger before all this. Revolvers are my favorite- I could tell you all day about my preferences on those, but I'm guessin' that's not too relevant. But, when it comes down to someone in yer face, the boom of a shotgun's got its own charm- simple, effective, what more could ya need?" The doctor tilted his head slightly- as much as he's had his fair share of people who wouldn't shut up about themselves for the life of them, this client felt... Different? There was a certain air about the simple, yet genuine way he described his preferences, with a refreshing appreciation for the weapons themselves. It was a trivial difference, but... It was noticable enough, nonetheless.

"Heavy ranged preference, light-mid... Do you aim to enhance reactions or stamina more?"

"Probably reactions. If I'm gonna do this, I wanna get it done before too much backup arrives." ...Well, discreetness was very, very evidently not a factor with this one. Honestly, that just made it easier then. "Most people try to keep their intents private; but if you're gonna be so open anyways, I'll save us both time. What's your goal?"

Boothill sat up, taking the conversation a bit more at heart now. "I'm gonna pack some lead straight into Oswaldo Schneider's skull. I don't care what happens to me after then, but I will not let myself die until I see that motherfucker go with me."

Despite the heartfelt lament, the doctor's expression remained unchanged. "An IPC department head? I feel there's more issues on that plate aside from 'Weapons tune up.' Why him specifically? You know with them, it's the same shit regardless of whoever the bastard in front is."

The nomad shook his head, leaning back with a grimace. "Don't care. The orders given that destroyed my life were issued by the bastard. I don't got nothin' left, least I could do for myself at this point."

The doctor, not even looking through the cyberware on his screen anymore, wasn't sure how to proceed. He should just do the work, get his cut, and pretend he never saw this guy. None of this was his concern, and yet...

"...I don't think I can fulfill this request. There's too many variables and I can't properly define what your limit is in one shot. But I'll tell you what I can do." He typed up an estimate, summarizing a rather pricy operation; despite his half hearted word of caution on cyberpsychosis, this looked damn near a complete bodily rebuild.

Turning his laptop, he walked Boothill through his idea; a silhouette took form on his screen, text flying by as he explained. "90% of this is focused on reflexes, while giving as much smooth aiming as possible. A reinforced aluminum shell will leave you lighter on your feet, and you won't experience pain as much to slow you down. That being said, it'll be harder to tell when you've gone too far, and that won't take too many hits."

Boothill pointed the silhouette's head, which was a brighter red than the rest. "Wait, why so much in the brain? I don't do none of that netrunnin' stuff." The doctor rolled his eyes a bit with an exasperated sigh. "I could tell."

He pointed down along the silhouette's spine. "Your nerves all answer to your brain. The rest of the body isn't as bright because it's spread out, but your nerves will essentially be put on overclock. Your brain needs the ability to process that data and create responses at a matching pace, if it's gonna be useful. Though, I feel more of your interest would be here." He pointed at the silhouette's left arm. "EMP grenade launch system. Along with hand implants to create volatile tech weapon shots, and reduce recoil."

A toothy smile took its place on Boothill's face, but it fell as soon as he saw the cost- a little over 500,000 credits. "Hey, uh. I don't mean to be 'that guy', but when I said 300, I meant 300- I don't got another sum like that just sittin' around. It took a lot to get this together, y'know."

The doctor shook his head, lazily waving his hand. "I'm aware, that wasn't your price. That's the next part, consider this a bit of an experiment." He took the laptop back, and started typing again.

"Labor will be heavily discounted if you report back to me how you feel every now and then. I haven't met a client with this strong of a death wish; usually they're either begging for scraps, or have safety concerns of some kind. But you have the credits, so at the very least I'll be properly compensated for the hardware itself. Currently, you don't have much cyberware at all, so I can't say there's gonna be good results having it all put in you at once. I'm not moving anytime soon, and I'd assume you have no idea on Oswaldo's personal whereabouts yet?"

Boothill's eyes shifted a bit. "...Yeah. Got a few leads I'm followin', but since I managed to reach a good place with savin's, I figured gettin' chromed up sooner than later would speed that up a lil." The ripperdoc kept typing, explaining details and warnings of various cyberware he planned on implementing, in what stages, how often to check in... Boothill wasn't able to remember much of it, but he trusted he was in good enough hands.

"Alright, then. I'll do half labor, so 230,000 in total- including follow ups and the like. I'd assume you plan on paying it all upfront?" After all the technical jargon, Boothill had to focus in again to make sure he heard that right. "Wait- as in, that's the total total for everythin'? Runnin' yerself a lil dry there, aren'cha?" The doctor quietly sighed, crossing his arms in annoyance.

"I don't see why you'd want to pay extra, nor if you're truly in a position to do so- but I'll take any free credit you're offering." Boothill shook his head, growing slightly weary for the first time in all of this.

"That's like sayin' not to look a gift horse in the mouth. But you're right, we've got this far- is it really that dangerous?" The doctor shrugged. "I wouldn't say dangerous per se, more unknown than anything. Again, I expect you to return and report how you feel from time to time."

That was fine, then. He had a feeling there was something else influencing the ripper's choices right now... He'd have plenty of time to figure it out, though. "...Right. Could ya send me a text or somethin' to summarize it? Just to be safe, n' all."

The doctor replied, expressionless. "I had already planned to. You'll get a text from me later, save it under the name Zandik."

Boothill was surprised at the name- everyone who spoke of him used a title, "Il Dottore". Evidently, Zandik noticed his expression shift.

"Yes, consider it private knowledge or whatever you'd like; I don't normally have repeat clients, and I'd rather not be referred to as 'Doc' during follow ups."

Boothill glanced away, nodding awkwardly. "Ah- you got it, Zandik."

The doctor had already begun sifting through boxes- he waved his hand vaguely towards the other room. "Transfer the funds and lay on the chair, I'll be out in a bit."

It all felt a bit surreal, but hell, he wasn't complaining. Maybe he was jumping to conclusions, but he felt he was about to get the tune up of a lifetime- and his first friend in this new life.

---

[psychiatricwarfare]

i lost my old post saying this so im saying it again.. ahem

NO TRANS PERSON IS MY ENEMY

i dont care if they're transmed/truscum/whatever you wanna call it. i dont care if they think me or my identity is cringe/wrong/a stain on the community. i was there once, i went down that pipeline for years, and it made me deeply unhappy and resentful of other trans people. you feel othered by cis people and retaliate against your trans siblings because you want to believe that cis people will accept you and they would accept you if it weren't for other trans people getting in the way - even though that's not the case.

by forcing transmeds to stay away from us and to 'DNI' all we're doing is pushing them further and further into the echo chamber telling them that they aren't good enough unless they perform transgenderism correctly. it gets exhausting, and you become bitter and angry. you don't understand why other people who are being their authentic selves seem so happy when you're not, and it makes you even more resentful.

the way i managed to crawl out of this pit was through youtubers like contrapoints' old videos about her own trans journey or philosophytube (who, though she had not come out to youtube at the time is and was still trans) making videos about transphobia. it was other trans people who helped me crawl out of this by simply explaining to me why it was okay to just do you. personally, it made me realise that before i had been pulled into this pipeline, i never identified as a "man." i was nonbinary before i was convinced enbies couldn't exist. and now im so much happier being able to be myself.

i want to extend that hand to any transmeds who maybe are starting to question the ideology or are simply tired of being so angry all the time. we are not your enemies, we are all a part of this community and no matter what we need to be there for each other. i can promise that when push comes to shove, transphobes are not going to care that you were trans the "right way", theyre still going to advocate for your death. trans people will be there for you, it'll be the trans community who protects you and stays by your side, and the person to pull you out of the fire might use neopronouns and have a weird gender but does that really matter when they want all of us dead regardless?

trans people are not my enemies. i don't care how much they've aligned themselves with transphobes, when it comes down to it, we have to protect each other. no person left behind.

[aether-friskets]

❝They've come to witness the beginning.

The rebirth of paradise, despoiled by mankind.

Remember me, and your true self as well.

Also that which you must become.

The one who will lead us to paradise with blood stained hands.❞

Commissions Status: Open!

Hi there! I usually go by Frisk, or AEther, or Friskets, or AEther-Friskets if you really wanna be fancy. This is my personal blog for, well, whatever I feel like really

I'm a big horror fan, I usually post about my favourite games (Silent Hill is my main interest right now, but Undertale and Outlast are some common mainstays as well)

I've got some extra stuff under the cut, like sideblogs and tags that I usually use

SIDEBLOGS

@aether-friskarts -> my art blog, tho i still post my art here too. This one's mostly for if you wanna see my art but don't really care for the other random stuff lol

@bl00dstained-hands -> dedicated to cool art, music, screenshots, quotes, etc. that remind me of Heather Mason from Silent Hill 3.

@ask-heathermason -> ask/rp blog for a post-game Heather Mason from Silent Hill 3. More art-focused in my responses than the Frisk blog, but I'll probably still do written replies at times.

@frisk--official -> ask/rp blog for my interpretation of a post-pacifist Frisk from Undertale. Pretty quiet blog, but feel free to drop an ask. I may do art for answers, or just do a written response.

TAGLIST

I typically tag stuff with character names and game names, including the specific game if it's part of a series. Here's some particular tags you may be interested in, though.

#my art -> any drawings I've specifically made (also linked in my bio)

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[soggykookiesandcream]

𝕟𝕠𝕩𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕒𝕣𝕕𝕠𝕦𝕣 - 𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟜

"NO!" She screams as we take her into her room. They pin her down and I kneel next to her.

"Shush," I kiss her forehead, "It's gonna be okay. I'll take care of you. I promise."

"Jungkook, please," her head twitches a bit, "Don't do this!"

"I'm sorry, cupcake," I look at her face, tears staining her face and hair all over the place, "I can't let go."

"Jungkook!" Hoseok yells from outside the room where he's tied up. He tried to stop me and kill my Lia. He tried to kill my baby. 

"Don't do this, Jungkook!" He yells, "Just let her rest! Just let her go!"

I clench my jaws and shut my eyes. I cannot.

And will not.

"Go stuff a piece of cloth or something in his mouth," I order one of my men and they nod before jogging out.

"Boss's orders," I hear the man say before I hear muffled yelling.

"Ju-Jungkook," she sniffs, "You love me, right?"

"Of course, baby," I kneel down and cup her face, "That's why I'm doing this. I'm trying to keep you. I'm doing everything I promised. I'll never leave your side."

"Jungkook, it hurts," she whimpers, "It hurts so much. Please, just kill me. I don't wanna go through this."

I close my eyes unable to see her in pain, "You're strong, baby," I purse my lips, "So strong. Just a bit more and it'll be gone. You'll be okay. I'll take care of you. I'll never let anyone go near you."

She screams in agony and flops to the floor with a concerning thud. The men around me rush around and chain her up. 

"Ju-Jung-Jungkook!" She yells as she twitches, "Don't do this!" Her eyes start turning from a dark brown to a light brown which slowly faded into grey.

"Jung-" her voice was hoarse and rough, "KOOK!" She twitches around a bit more before laying completely still. 

I didn't realise my heart was beating so fast till it became silent. All the men behind me started glancing at each other and slowly stepping back.

"Lia?" I step forward to see if she was alive.

"Sir, I don't think you should go near-" One of my men tries to warn me but she shoots up with a snarl almost grabbing me but I jump back.

"OH MY FVCKING GOD," one of them runs out yelling and she hisses at everyone in the room trying to break free.

"Lia..." I say her name and she looks at me—blood oozing out of her mouth and nose. She reaches out trying to grab me. I put my foot forward a bit and she grabs onto the fabric of my suit pant.

"Sir, you should really step back," someone says from behind, "You're too close. She'll bite you."

"I know what I'm doing," I wave my hand dismissing him, "All of you may leave."

They silently shuffle out of the room and I pull my leg back. She tries to grab it again but I walk further away from her. I sit on the floor with my back to the wall as I watch her silently. She hisses and snarls at me.

I chuckle at her, "Oh, how I wish I could let you touch me..." I talk to her as if she could understand, "Should've given you the chance to do that before but I was too much of a fool to realise that not everything lasts," I look down at my hands disappointed, "Should've given you all my attention. I really thought I had a second chance... to love you as you deserve, to provide for you, to protect you."

"But I failed at everything," I laugh at myself, "I let you slip through my hands right in front of me."

"Now, look at you," I scoff at her trying to reach out to me, "You're trying to get near me but not with the same intention. This time it's because you're hungry and I'm merely a walking flesh for you to sink your teeth into and devour. I miss it when you'd cling to me for attention... When you'd cling to me to love me. Why was I such a fool, huh?" I ask as tears flood my eyes, "Why was I so blind, huh?" I glare at her, "Why didn't you slap some sense into me?" I start sobbing uncontrollably, "If I had come to your graduation, you would have been safe in my arms. I'd be fulfilling all your wants and needs. I'd be giving you whatever you want."

"I let you down," I hit the back of my head against the wall, "I'm so sorry. I couldn't even fulfil your last wish to not be one of those... It's always been like this, hasn't it? My selfishness ruining everything."

"But don't ever think I didn't love you," I smile at her, "I love you so much. I love you every second I'm breathing. I'll love you till I die."

All I could hear were growls and snarls as replies. 

"Are you hungry?" I stand up, "Do you want something to eat?" 

"I'll get you something to eat."

"I'll get you someone to eat."

862 WORDS

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Desmond merely scoffed at her, a side mission that led to a bigger piece of the puzzle, if they found a piece of the stain glass there then they were golden, and even better if they could catch a major villain in the act and get the whereabout of a villain with the same quirk as him...then getting them off the streets would be for the best. He just gave her a knowing smirk at that statement and he kept moving forward, now a bit more sure of himself. But he'd have to talk to her about blowing up things, yeah don't blow up anything in his home she's not willing to rebuild.

"Oh so-so don't you know the battle's coming to us? And we're gonna get nice and comfy with home field advantage. When the mongoose comes into the snakes den to prey is the best time to strike with fangs. As Lady liberty once said." Desmond would leave it at that out of earshot.

"You wanna leave me alone with them? What if they take advantage? I can't take them both on by myself." Rather he didn't but he'd tap on her shoulder twice. "Listen go find his study and see if they have the piece, if you bring it we can get it lickidy split before the guy even gets here." Des trusted her.

"Okay now I should talk to you why I'm really here, there's a villain coming-" And his voice would trail off as Sothis moved further away.

Little did she know or maybe she did, the piece was in the study, floating over a dusty old desk, and behind was definitely a picture of portal boy in his prime and all suited up, Desmond's hunch was right, it's all the pieces he'd visited in his life!

"The way you described him, this family, and the loud noises and various sights from within the moving vehicle were very distracting and difficult to follow all at once. But also....this is....a side mission! I had focused on all of this as if it were part of a grand, unraveling plot, but this is clearly a paralogue, largely unconnected to our main adventure! There isn't even another battle with hooded hoodlums and mysterious cults or imposing figures! I was all ready for that.... I still think we should blow up the building." Sothis was genuinely struggling to follow everything going on, and why it was important (to her at least) but also she just wanted to blow up a building.

She also just wanted to find the people, the leader, and the entire force responsible for linking their worlds and deal with them. Interdimensional stability was of importance to her! She only tolerated Askr's nonsense because they dressed her up in fun outfits and let her sexually harass assorted twinks all day when she was bored.

She also wished he introduced her as what she was, rather than as some sort of hero. What does a goddess have to do to get some respect here? Even the women were ignoring her! Sothis in her prime could've bedded and broken the pair of them in a handful of hours, yet their attention was all on Desmond. Well, no matter. She could circumvent this entire situation, remembering that she was in fact, half dead, half alive, partially existent, and otherworldly by nature, a thought beamed into her head.

She then beamed it into Desmond's head, circumventing the need to whisper, since her magical abilities were no impeded in this place, and they shared enough of a connection for this trick to work.

"Psst! I can make myself intangible to the human eye at will. Do you wish for me to break off and search for anything you need to find? Their attention is on you.... Tap my shoulder twice if you agree. Tap it once if not."