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and if I said Bdubs is moon coded , what if I said Bdubs is moon coded
#can anybody hear me?#i might elaborate later#but my brain is too fuzzy rn#bdoubleo#bdoubleo100#bdubs#this is also in relation to#ethubs#and also#hermitcraft#and the#life series
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okay so. clap. thoughts after watching through the whole stream again, + some extra stuff that’s semi-related:
the code is specifically appealing to slimes love for flippa and willingness to do anything for her in order to keep codeflippa safe/alive. the code can, apparently, multiply at will, so the reasoning is unclear. my guess is maybe this multiplication is why it’s deteriorating and this is an attempt at survival? it knows the islanders will keep the eggs safe and alive, and it wishes to continue functioning, so it’s disguising itself as the eggs
note: above theory about the code does not fit with the fact that it directly attacks players. it could be that it only does so once it’s been found out, but then that doesn’t explain why it took so long for code!chayanne and tallulah to properly reveal themselves, because phil figured it out immediately. best guess there is they had some reason to sit through the entire dinner, though that reason is also unclear besides possibly just using it as a learning experience
from what i remember of juanaflippas mannerisms, codeflippa actually seems to have them pretty down? besides the spelling/writing obviously, i mean like body language. codeflippa was maybe a little Too bouncy but juana still loved to jump around. the only thing really wrong was the lack of backflipping but so far i don’t think we’ve seen any of the codes do any emotes. i don’t think they know how
and this is less related to the stream itself, but like. that’s 100% flippa in this freezer right. impossible to tell if it’s codeflippa or the real juanaflippa but…
(excuse how badly drawn over that is it’s just to give an idea of where she is)
i was talking with aviva about this on discord and e pointed out that this teaser picture has different lighting to the bow and carrot ones. red vs blue. no fucking clue what that could mean. possibly just that the flippa one is unrelated to these two? which is kinda weird because they all show freezers but. one shows an egg and the other two are just items, so i feel like this is maybe not hinting at more dead egg codes. especially since i have no clue who carrots could relate to in terms of eggs or inactive players
so my thought there is: if there’s gonna be another code version of a dead egg, we’ll proooobably get another image similar to the one with red lighting, not just an item. i imagine the item ones may just be teasing new members? though i could very well be proven wrong on that. because why would both an old egg and new players be in freezers like that…
#.txt#charlie’s stream set off some fucking synapses in my brain this is the most i’ve Thought in years#vivs also pointed out that the freezer to the left on the bow one looks like it has something blurred out in it#but it is way too fuzzy to make out so not super useful rn#qsmp#long post
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#im fighting SO hard not to isolate myself rn#but my friends (irls) are not making it easier on me by ghosting me#i just wanna feel okay again :(#my brain has been so fuzzy and mushy and cloudy lately#i wanna cry#i shouldve talked to my doctor about getting new meds#but too late now#UGH#living in my brain is so fucking exhaustive idk how i survive everyday
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alright this is so annoying and disappointing because -obviously i cant know for sure, but- it feels like something happened to change their minds :/ which would be just sad
#i knowwwwwww im just being dramatic but this game is so close to being the perfect game#(well you know not Perfect perfect but.)#a good dlc + a definitive version or something would've been just incredible imo#well... i hope the patches wont stop for a good while at least </3#but still in terms of business perspective no dlc for the goty is so baffling to me it doesn't make sense in my head rn#and to think of all the content that feels like was cut but could still be incorporated into the game like#idk how to elaborate my brain is kinda fuzzy rn sorry#anyway this is my cue to finally get into divinity ig? lol#it's still exciting to look forward to new games where they can possibly build upon this system/engine but also like#it feels too early to abandon such a huge game idk 😭 anyway im shutting up lmao#bg3#rants
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Mental illness is insane I'm just having dinner w my father eating this a little too spicy pasta enjoying the Yeowch on my throat and the silence and suddenly I'm like yeah I'd kill myself.
#luly talks#i mean it came from out of nowhere grieving but it's so bizarre#like i just got hit by this very heavy rock in my skull this overwhelming and genuine urge for a second that yeah that'd be ok#that's the correct path to take and there's no physical changes i just kept on chewing on my all too spicy bc he used the wrong condiments#pasta. like sure i was a little zoned out maybe if you paid close attention you'd have seen my eye getting lazy or something but like. thats#it. and i always in zoning out#like this wasn't even an intrusive thought those come out of nowhere and just are echoing chambers of fear and shame#this was a calm resolution like yeah. that's the way to go alright.#y'know kind of unrelated but i always wish i had someone to talk about some mental health things i cant w my therapist#more on the speculative diagnosis thing. if you dont know what i mean shame on you for not keeping up with the Luly lore /silly#it's really hard being neurodivergent and im not talking about autism rn that i can manage but gestures vaguely its hard when it's#a group project. it's hard when everything is so fuzzy#because sometimes i tell myself i only think of this bc im all day alone and thinking but like#what. am i supposed to be getting non stop stimuli 24/7 least i realize i hsve something in my skull going on?#i blame my mother for that one she always made me ashamed of being sick or whatever acting like it was my fault#like me noticing symptoms was equivalent to me making them real#as if that wasn't just absurd like. the symptoms are here you twat. I'm not placebo effecting myself w shit#even the ppl who do like. the symptoms are real.#aaahhh siiiiigh yet another common L#brain stuff
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bbbbbbb 😵💫😵💫😵💫
#baby babbles .. 🍼💭#definitely not thinkin dirty thoughts rn.. nope!!!!!!!#definitely not daydreaming abt my big brother ripping off my diaper#and shoving his fingers or his biggest strap inside me#and forcing me 2 babble while he does naughty things 2 my baby parts#maybe he even mutters at me to be quiet bcs he's trying 2 watch his tv#nn. and my big sissy can watch us and then maybe make me suckle her clitty 2 keep quiet#nngnngnhh. i took too many hits frum the silly pen n now my baby brains all fuzzy#for: chu 🐿#for: mimi 👑
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ALYYYY hope you'll feel better soon 🥺🥰🤍
I'll be alright, I promise, there's just a lot going on rn and I'm so so tired. But thank you, I really do appreciate your kindness and friendship so so much 💕
#sending so much love your way I hope you're doing alright and if not I hope things get better so so very soon#sorry I've been very behind and missing a lot of things#my brain's very fuzzy rn and it's probably gonna get worse as this season moves in bc me and the holidays do not get along#and on top of everything else? I'm so tired and trying so hard not to fall too far behind#I'm just a lil slow rn but I'm gettin there#ily friend
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tatsumis
#i have fuzzy brain rn sorry#enstars#he is looking into my soul and its a small metallic cube#its heavier than it looks#idk why#its cold too
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There's a thing in screenwriting called a logline, or an elevator pitch. They're used to pitch a story to a publisher or agent, however writers of any kind (novels, fanfic, comics, film, games, etc) can use them to narrow their story's scope, sharpen the story's conflict, and get a better understanding their story.
Any great story can be summarized in only a line or two. Here's the logline for How To Train Your Dragon, for example.
A hapless young Viking who aspires to hunt dragons becomes the unlikely friend of a young dragon himself and learns there may be more to the creatures than he assumed.
You can read more about loglines here.
How To Write A Logline (Reedsy Video)
List of Famous Loglines
How To Write A Logline (Masterclass Article)
How to Write a Logline Producers Won’t Pass On (Studio Binder Article)
Developing the skill of briefly summarising your creative works isn't just good for posting them on fanfiction archives and itch.io, it's also a good way of cultivating creative discipline. If you can't explain in a few short sentences what a work's deal is, that may be a sign that you don't actually know where you're going with it yourself; composing that summary obliges you to come up with an answer to the question "what the fuck am I doing here?"
#writing#i've used loglines a few times and it really does help you get a grip of your story. 10/10 would recommend.#even if you're not selling your story idea to anyone. it also works as a good hook description for fanfic#big thing to make sure is that you are including your main conflict in the logline#the conflict drives the plot and hooks the audience#leave sideplots to the side and focus on the main plot#and including some irony is pretty good too#the most fearsome dragon that no hunter has been able to catch falling into the hands of the most cowardly viking? that's good shit.#it's been a while since i read the articles i cited and my brain is like 'cant read rn too fuzzy' so i hope they're still good;;#writing advice
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Trying this again since link didn’t work🫶🏻
P! Link this was inspired by😌: https://twitter.com/lilayura_/status/1723131249324171400?s=46&t=fLXiXk2nW8WPhuZDNsKA1g
Bully!Rafe punishing reader like this after she smarts off to him at Top’s party in front of everyone. Just going absolutely feral having her at his complete mercy. Spanking her ass, taunting her with the most evil degrading shit, and torturing her until she’s brain dead mush under him🫠 and then sending a video to everyone at the party to show them how much she really hates him😌
•°. *࿐ HUMILIATE YOU LIKE YOU HUMILIATED ME
you ate with this link, I’ve been drooling over it 🫠 ALSO im tipsy as fuck rn so I apologize in advanced if this is complete ass 😭
pairings: bully!rafe x reader
warnings: use of vibrator, mentions of bondage, mentions of overstimulation, degradation, mentions of video recording, 18+ mdni
you were trying to have fun and enjoy Topper's party but were fed up with Rafe and his nasty comments. you've never been the type to talk back, always taking insults with a grain of salt but you were at your breaking point, especially when you've done nothing to deserve the way he's been treating you.
if you knew smart-mouthing him would lead you to where you are now, you would've kept your mouth shut.
"this is what happens when you wanna fuckin' disrespect and embarrass me in front of everyone" he gritted his teeth, earning a yelp from you when his hand roughly landed on your ass.
"p-please" you squirmed under him, your wrists and ankles burning from harshly tugging at the binds that held them together. "p-please" rafe mimics, increasing the setting on the magic wand that was held to your clit.
"sluts like you need to learn their fuckin' place" he snorted, pulling your panties to the side, pushing the vibrator further onto your clit.
your mascara stained your face from your tears, "Rafe, 'm sorry!".
"sorry isn't enough, you can keep acting all big and tough but everyone will know how much of a whore you are" he chuckles, enjoying every single whimper and moan that he pulls from you.
your cunt clenches around nothing from his words, the pressure against your sensitive, puffy clit becoming too much.
“your mouth says you hate me but your cunt say otherwise, you’re practically fuckin’ dripping” Rafe snorts, “gonna show everyone how wet you’re getting f’me without even touching you”.
“humiliate you just like how you humiliated me” he spat, his large, calloused hand pulling your ass cheeks apart, pressing the vibrator further against your pussy, "but i know a slut like you would enjoy that, huh? bet you enjoy being nothin’ but a hole to fuck”.
"r-rafe" you sob out, your tears blurring your vision, "that's right, lemme hear you begging f'me to stop" he grins, holding your hips down when they buck against the vibrator.
your eyes roll back, words slurring as you cum again for the fifth time and you're begging for him to stop, "i can't" you hiccup. "you can't or you won't? either way, it doesn't matter, 'm not stoppin' till you've learned you're fuckin' lesson" Rafe scoffed.
Rafe's hand comes down on your ass once again, "i don't give a shit if you're crying for me to stop, you're gonna keep takin' what i give you until you pass out for all i fuckin' care".
"if you know what's best for you, you'd keep your whore mouth shut and take it or so fuckin' help me, i'll shove my cock so far down your throat to shut you up, yeah?" he threatens.
Rafe smirked, knowing you had no choice but to take it, your pussy throbbing and you could barely form words, drool spilling out of your mouth and onto the sheets as your legs shook from being overstimulated.
your brain felt fuzzy, turning into mush as you cum once again, you failed to realize he was recording the entire time, "shit, look at how fuckin' pretty she is when she's nothing but a drooling, cock hungry whore f'me".
Rafe saved the video, airdropping it to everyone at the party before tossing his phone onto the mattress, fingers spreading your pussy open before pushing them into your tight, wet hole.
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#𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓀𝓈 ༉‧₊˚.#bully!rafe#bully!rafe smut#bully!rafe cameron#rafe cameron#rafe cameron smut#rafe cameron x reader#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron blurb#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron outerbanks#rafe obx#rafe cameron obx#rafe cameron drabble#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron outer banks#rafe smut#rafe x you#rafe x reader#rafe outer banks#rafe fic#rafe cameron prompt
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omg regarding your hybrid women post; i had the thought of reader being a hybrid too, so both parties also get in heat 🥰🥰
what ifーfox!reader and arctic fox!arle (youre probably tired of writing for arle LMAO) where reader gets in heat and tries to fuck with arle so shes like all teasing and degrading and shit 😅😅
that's what i like to see 😌
tbh i'm winning rn because my friends just told me how much i remind them of a fox today. basically, that means we belong together 😻😻 delusion is the solution
also, we never get tired of arle. i know this ask was from a few days ago, but since drip marketing was released, we are all UP!
fox!transfem arlecchino x fox!fem reader
dom!transfem fox-hybrid arle x sub!fem fox-hybrid reader
warnings: smut (mdni), transfem arle, wlw content, fox hybrids, fingering, penetration, mentions of heat/knotting, breeding kink
you had to admit, your lover's hands were one of your favorite parts of her. yes, her mind was beautiful, and so was her soul. but her hands were gorgeous.
clawed, as yours were, but hers were much more elegant. despite being quite large, her hands were rather dextrous.
her fingers were long and pretty. well-suited to wielding blades, playing the piano, holding a wine glass elegantly.
oh, and for stretching you out, obviously.
the way her fingers press deeper into you has your mind reeling. your brain is fuzzy already from hormones, and her touches send you into overdrive.
she can hear your claws tearing at her bedsheets, hips grinding into her hand. she uses her free hand to dig her claws into your hip, stilling you.
"someone's desperate," she comments softly, causing you to whine at her, unable to form any biting retorts. she tuts, fucking you faster with her fingers, eyes trained on the way you sucked her fingers in so well.
you were beyond drenched, slick dripping down her hand and ruining her expensive silk bedsheets. your ears were pinned back against your head, face pressed down into the bedsheets as you presented yourself to her on all fours.
she was entranced by how your hips and back arched so perfectly for her. oh, how enticing you were. just for her...
you kick your feet into the bedsheets, mumbling little pleas for her to fuck you. she leans down, her lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.
"you want my cock?" she asks, and you deliciously respond with pathetic little mewls. "shouldn't you feel ashamed at how you're behaving?" she sighs.
she nips at your neck, tutting. "look at you, ruining my sheets with how desperate you are. listen to yourself." she presses her fingers in shallowly, letting you hear the sounds of your own slick being pushed in and out.
she can feel the heat radiating off your neck as your ears flick wildly, tail hitting her side as it wiggles. she moves her hand to grip the base of your tail, biting the inside of her cheek when it causes you to cum all over her fingers.
she enjoys the mindless babbles that come along with your orgasms during your heat, how you destroy her sheets. it's all too intoxicating. she inhales the pheromones from the air, groaning as her cock strains against her pants.
the hand on your tail slides to cup over her bulge, her head falling back as you turn around, her fingers slipping out as you lean down, unzipping her pants.
once you remove her pants, her cock bobs up, allowing you to press a kiss to the sticky tip. she grunts, taking the base and smearing it across your lips to see them go glossy. "well aren't you just an eager little whore? i didn't tell you to turn around, did i?"
you quickly adjust yourself, tail swaying behind you excitedly as she grabs it, moving it away from your pussy as her cock swipes up and down your folds.
"you're going to take it all like a good girl, won't you?"
"yes, yes, please!" your voice is pathetic and whiny as she lines her cock up with your hole.
she slides in slowly, letting you feel her stretch you open as you pant into the silk beneath you. her grunts are little melodies of their own, clawed hands gripping your hips tightly as she eases her thick cock in and out of you.
her pace increases to the point where she's practically slamming you against the bed, your scent having triggered her own rut as she fucks like her life depends on it.
"you're going to have my fucking kits. i'll fill you up, doll. you're mine." she snaps, hips bruising yours as your slick coats her base with a creamy ring. her tail swings rapidly, ears flat against her head.
once she feels you cum around her, tightening up, she allows the inflated base of her cock to press into you, using the delirium from your orgasm to stretch you beyond your limits.
you whimper and whine beneath her as she cums inside of you, plugging you up with her knot.
despite the rough treatment, she soothes you quietly, leaning over you and pulling you to lay with her on your sides, kissing your cheek as she shallowly fucks you with the limited movement allowed by her knot.
#genshin smut#genshin impact#genshin impact smut#genshin impact x reader#genshin x reader#genshin impact x reader smut#fem reader#arlecchino smut#arlecchino genshin#arlecchino x reader#genshin arlecchino#arlecchino#arlecchino x you#💌─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘪𝘭! ༊*·˚#💐─𝘢𝘳𝘪𝘴 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴#˗ˏˋ꒰ 𝘮𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘴 ( ˘͈ ᵕ ˘͈♡) ꒱#*ੈ✩‧─𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘬𝘢𝘴𝘢𝘳𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘷𝘦#genshin wlw#wlw x reader#wlw smut#wlw#transfem character
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It seems yall want me to elaborate on the "fucking wolf cut Noah in some sketchy venue bathroom" thing so I will lol and just pretend the timeline is right OK let me live my shitty little fantasy won't u
♡ Can't help but imagine it's right around when Bad Omens started yk they weren't playing the huge shows they are now they were going literally anywhere they could and that definitely lead to some less than savory locations. REGARDLESS you're gonna show up for Noah and the boys, they're great friends of yours and it doesn't matter where they're playing, you're endlessly happy to see them performing.
You'd driven well over 2 hours to be here tonight and you're literally in the middle of nowhere but the crowd seems really energetic even though there's probably 100-200 people there rn max cause of how small the place is. There were a couple other relatively small groups playing tonight as well so Bad Omens had a bit of free time before their set, how did Noah choose to spend this free time? Burying himself in your pussy while you're sat on a dingy bathroom counter ofc.
♡ maybe it's the nerves maybe it's the opposite he just needed to take this excess energy out somewhere and when he saw you in that cute dress he really couldn't help himself he needed to see it pushed up to your hips while your legs were around his waist so bad. He's got one hand bracing himself against the mirror that lines the whole wall behind the sink and the other is holding your jaw steady so he can kiss you while rocking his hips into yours. It's not even coordinated, it's a mess of spit and teeth but he's just happy your lips are brushing his tbh, he'll catch your bottom lip w his teeth on occasion and his cock throbs at the sweet whine it draws out of you.
♡ his pace picks up and so does the force behind his thrusts. He pulls you closer to the edge of the counter and at this point he's mostly supporting your weight himself but at this angle he can fill you so much deeper. It feels like he's stealing the air from your lungs every time his tip slams against your poor cervix. The music outside the bathroom is loud but if someone were right next to the door they'd surely hear you whimpering and crying Noah's name, which drives him to fuck you even harder cause he doesn't give a fuck if everyone in this venue hears you, he needs them to know who you belong to as if the cum that'll be dripping down your legs when he's finished or the dark hickeys he covered your neck in weren't enough. He may as well brand you at this point.
You were bracing your hands on the edge of the counter to keep yourself steady but when he drug you to the edge and started supporting you himself you threw your arms around his neck, whining right against his ear when he hit that sensitive spot that made your legs shake. He shifts again to pick you up entirely, bouncing you on his cock damn near effortlessly like you were just a toy for him. You tightened your arms around his neck and he laughed against your ear.
"I got you baby I'm not gonna drop you- fuck- I promise"
♡ his hands on your ass holding you up end up spreading you wider and he's drilling you so deep any sounds that manage to leave your throat are broken and pathetic. Your brain feels so fuzzy all you can think about is him, how he feels, how he tastes, how he sounds, nothing else dares cross your mind. The coil in your belly is so close to snapping and you almost wish it wouldn't so you could enjoy the moment with Noah longer but fuck when his nails sink into your ass and he takes a step to press your back against the wall while he's fucking you, you can't hang onto it much longer. He can tell.
"Fuck- so fuckin' tight for me baby, gonna cum? Yeah I know- shit- cum for me please- fuck, please-"
"I'm close too- need to feel you first-"
By now he's almost as incoherent as you are, just chasing pleasure and acting like you two are the only people on earth. You're so close tears are pricking your eyes and Noah pulls you in for another sloppy kiss while he grinds himself into you, the feeling of his hips against yours and your clit brushing his lower stomach throw you over the edge violently. You're shaking and twitching in his arms and he's holding you steady against the wall even though his rhythm is starting to falter and his moans are pitching up.
♡ he slams you down onto his dick when he finally spills inside you, stifling the unhinged noises by sinking his teeth into your neck and rutting into you until all the excess cum is dripping out of you and onto the floor below Noah's feet. Once he feels steady enough he'll set you back down on the counter and pull out, leaving you feeling pathetically empty. You don't trust your legs to hold you up yet and you're leaning against Noah for support still, arms loosely around his waist while your face is against his chest and his head is resting on top of yours. He'd stay like this forever if he could but Bad Omens is up next and by now everyone's looking for him.
Noah pulls you in for another kiss, this time softer but still just as passionate, and he apologizes for not being able to spend more time in here with you. He pinkie promises to fuck you right next time, somewhere more comfy, before he kisses you on the forehead and leaves the bathroom to catch up with the rest of the band before they go on.
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ur puppy art writing… we need more i’m soooo unwell
i, too, am unwell about this puppy ass man akshsk
i just think the casual intimacy of him sinking into his puppy headspace outside of sex with no emotional trigger, just pure comfort is so siigghhh <333 like he feels so comfortable around you and patrick that when you’re just lounging around in his dorm, he’ll sink down into that fuzzy soft feeling of being a good boy who knows he’ll be taken care of. sometimes you don’t even notice the shift happened until he’s pawing at you and nuzzling your hand with his head for pets. he has a particular pension for when you scratch behind his ears and run your hands through his hair. he loves when patrick scratches under his chin and traces his fingers along his cheeks and jaw.
and the thing is, you have a very needy puppy on your hands. his sex drive borders on ridiculous (he’s so head over heels for you and patrick, he just can’t help it). so, on soft, lazy days like this he’ll start out in his puppyspace without sex involved, but it doesn’t take long before he’s grinding his hips into the bed or whatever part of your body he can get contact with. most of the time you don’t even have to acknowledge him, he’ll happily mouth at your neck and hump your thigh. he likes the slow build up, mindlessly getting himself all worked up until he’s whining and pawing at you again, wordlessly asking you to touch him. he loves skin to skin contact, so he rarely wears anything more than boxers when he’s in his headspace. his pretty puppy dick is already making a mess of them, precum drooling from his tip and bleeding through the fabric so you can feel it against your leg.
when he gets particularly deep and brainless, he doesn’t even know what he’s asking for or what he needs. he gives everything over to you. you get to decide when and how he gets off, though he will whine if you make him take it slow for too long. when you put your hands or mouth on him it doesn’t take long for him to lose control, he’ll start bucking his hips with need, trying to fuck your fist or throat. usually a brief scold will calm him down, but sometimes you’ll have to hold his hips still and work him until he’s writhing and spilling all over himself and you. he gets so docile right after he cums, suddenly even more cuddly than he was before. he curls up into your side again and takes your fingers in his mouth or sucks at your neck, content to start the cycle all over again.
this is kind of a mess bc my brain is fried rn but sigghh ,,, taking care of your puppy <33
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drunk on your love
pairing -> jameson hawthorne x fem!reader
summary -> jameson finds he doesn't need anything but you... and your hands in his hair.
warnings -> none, just fluffy
a/n -> he and grayson are plaguing my mind rn. i have so many stories planned :,)
jameson’s breath tickled your neck as he relaxed into your body. you had been sitting in one of the many libraries the house had to offer, curled in the corner of a couch and hidden behind shelves of books to finally have some space to yourself.
it had been difficult lately, all the changes to life here. but jameson was still your jameson.
you had peacefully been reading the day away when he found you.
you breathed out a laugh as he had manhandled you down to lay across the couch. he hadn’t said a word since he found you, merely laying himself on top of you burying his face in your neck. he pressed a light kiss to your collarbone before settling down properly.
you hummed quietly, book forgotten as you reached one hand up to drag your nails through his hair, down to the back of his neck.
you could feel him shiver, arms tightening around you. he left out a small, content sigh of appreciation as you continued playing with his hair, twirling strands between your fingers.
“missed you” you felt the words more than you had heard them, tugging your bottom lip between you teeth in an effort not to smile. it didn’t work very well.
“you saw me this morning” you pointed out, hand barely stopping its movements.
he didn’t reply for a moment, and you almost laughed at the way he could barely think. you couldn’t deny you loved having that effect on him.
he was always thinking too much, his mind moved too fast and in too many directions.
“i know” he finally breathed out, focusing on the way you gently tugged apart a small knot before lightly scratching your nails through his hair again. he didn’t elaborate any further and you couldn’t hold back the laugh this time.
“what?” he pushed himself up now, your hand falling. he was trying hard to hold the angry facade up, but you could see the mischief in his eyes.
your jameson. you smiled at him cheekily.
“speechless, jamie?” he narrowed his eyes slightly in response before he dropped the act, eyes drooping slightly in tiredness and he lowered himself back down to lay over you again.
“with you?” he whispered, his hand tracing light circles on your waist. “always”
now it was his turn to make you speechless.
he always had a way to steal your breath. you pouted as he turned the tables on you once again.
“you’re a liar” you murmured, a frown on your face. it was nothing but playful and light, though. how could you feel anything but. “you’re always making me lose my words. its not fair, just once i want to get you back”
he raised his head, the awkward angle making it hard to properly look at each other but he hummed, thinking again.
“you don’t even realise how quickly you silence my brain” he offered you an adoring grin, slightly lopsided and nothing but love filling his gaze. “i can’t think properly around you. you make my brain all fuzzy”
he knew immediately just how pleased that made you. the grin was hard to hide even as you pushed his face away to hide the burning in your cheeks.
“besides” he begun speaking again, and you expected another playful remark. “i don’t need to think with you.. jus’ need you”
as usual you felt your heart jump. he wasn’t good for your health.
but it didn’t matter how difficult life would be, this was all you could ever need. you and your jameson.
“…keep playing with my hair please”
#jameson hawthorne#jameson hawthorne x reader#jameson x reader#the inheritance games#jameson hawthorne imagine#jameson hawthorne oneshot#the inheritance games x reader#the inheritance games imagine
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you write for mk11 gramps johnny? have serious brain rot for him
if so could you write a fic of him dicking us down for being a brat? u can make up a plot or not i just need it and need him. love ur writing either way!!
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alright, im using this ask but i have a very specific image for this rn. this is gonna be a meaty post so hear me out
older!johnny cage > waste ur time
this is based off of the song WasteUrTime by Kevin Walkman with some lyrics (in pink) sprinkled in. you and johnny have a clear age gap, trying to avoid giving into desires, but 3am rolls around and you consider the idea of having a late night visitor.
warnings: smutty, age gap, ur both horny demons, virgin reader, i dont know how military ranks work, affair, sonya never gets Rocked
notes: this is going to be a little more artsy that what i usually do, so apologies if the format change is not ideal. this is more of an actual fic than bullet points. also the lyrics are out of order and not all included, so you don't need the song to enjoy this!
word count: 2.6k
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give me a glass of your innocence.
training was hard, your skin glistening with sweat and your face flushed from overexertion. the task was relatively simple; to climb up a deeply sloped wooden platform using nothing but your grip and momentum. your comrades were cheering you on, including briggs, commander cage, her mother, and her father. straining yourself to grip the ledge of the platform, you finally hoist yourself up and stand upright, not before doubling over to pant.
the others applaud and surround you with cheers. a firm hand finds its place square on your back, rubbing in circles.
"atta girl," the voice leans into your ear with an audible grin. "knew you had it in you."
your head turns to thank the disconnected voice, but out of your fuzzy mind, the realization pulls through that none other than your superior, johnny cage was the one congratulating you so intimately. his praise makes your cheeks flush even darker and your gaze averts, too afraid of such direct appreciation which johnny notes. you weren't used to compliments.
this is my creation, here's your invitation.
you knew something intense was brewing with each lingering stare or gentle squeeze to your shoulder. how intense exactly, you couldn't pick out. with minimal experience with others lusting for you, it didn't register in your head at first just how hungrily he gazed at you. not that you were complaining necessarily, he was part-time action star, part-time military leader. he was built, charismatic, and a family man. it felt impossible to not feel weak in the knees around him.
johnny knew he had an effect on you, as he did most others. despite watering down his hollywood charisma, he couldn't bring himself to deny how sexy he was at his older age. something about a buff salt and pepper man telling you what to do had you following commands like a dog, doing anything it takes to have him praise you more.
even still, you couldn't do anything about it. johnny was a married man. his family was your coworkers, hell, it was their job to command you! the guilty thoughts would creep up on you no matter how badly you wanted to avoid them. couldn't you have chosen a more... single man?
you seem so damn nervous.
"how can i be of service?" johnny asks, leaning his front half forward ever so slightly to show you he was interested in every word that dripped from your lips. your vision was too blurred from anxiety to properly articulate what you needed from him, so you nervously swirled your drink. damn the special forces and their free alcohol parties.
"how do you do it?" you ask with a stammer. "earthrealm, netherrealm, tarkatans, ninjas, thunder gods. it all feels so unreal. how do you stay so calm?"
"mm," he hums, lowering his own glass after a brief sip. "well, you get used to it. turns out i was born to a mediterranean war cult's gene pool. watched my daughter kick an elder god's ass while i got maggots down my throat. went face-to-face with younger me. there are just some things that are too damn ridiculous to ever fully understand, so i accept it for what it is. when you're my age, fighting for all of these otherworldly things, most of the little things feel like a walk in the park."
"don't get me wrong, sir, i'll fight for earthrealm, but this is all so... dizzying."
johnny visibly tenses up at 'sir.' "tell you what," he grabs his drink napkin and opens a sharpie with his teeth. "you ever wanna talk about it with someone that's seen everything, you come to me." he writes his personal phone number on the napkin and places it in your palm with a smile.
you fidget with the paper before pocketing it, worried you'd pick at it too much and rip it to shreds before you could save the digits. the most you could bring yourself to do was half-bow, half-nod before scurrying away to the bathroom to cool your hot face. johnny could only chuckle to himself with a shake of his head.
long walks of shame look so good on you.
a long time was spent staring at the new conversation on your phone. despite your inexperience, there was a simmering feeling that johnny didn't just give you his number to let you vent. he wanted to talk to you outside of work. the thought makes you sweat.
why would he want to talk to you? if he wanted conversation, he would reach out to his wife and kid. he had it all, and yet he still wanted to put everything on the line for you.
you're moving fast, and i'm into it.
"lieutenant. it's reader," you shoot a simple text out, lying to yourself when you justify texting him for the sake of him saving your number. it was late, too late to be texting your superior. another lie you told yourself: i'll just send the message now so he sees it in the morning! your shameful justifications are ripped from you when you receive a reply, almost immediately.
"couldn't it have waited until the morning?" he replies bluntly, and you're ready to type out a spew of apologies before a second text comes through. "i'm teasing. johnny, by the way. no need for titles."
"sorry." you try to remain professional with your response, fingers dancing wildly across your keyboard. your eyes flicker up to the clock in the top corner, realizing it's well into the night. "didn't expect a response so late. have a good night, lieutenant."
you're ready to throw your phone out of the nearest window out of sheer embarrassment, but you stop when you feel another buzz come through. your stomach flips.
"johnny. you usually stay up late?" he texts, drawing the conversation out much to your surprise. "it's 3:30 in the morning."
"my day's been so boring," you decide to lean into the more casual chat, hoping to find a softer side to your boss. you should feel disgusted, repulsed, put off. he was double your age and then some. but dear god, his attention on you was hypnotizing even if it was just words on a screen. "hoping to waste some time before tomorrow comes. lots of training."
johnny's reply takes a suspiciously long time to come through, his bubble appearing and disappearing. just before you thought you lost the conversation, a photo comes through. johnny's laying in bed, hair ruffled and shirtless. his eyes have a soft, pleading look to them and his lips are curled into a pretty smile. the tiniest glimpse of his chest tattoo pokes through the bottom of the image, and you had to make a conscious effort to swallow your drool and close your jaw. you almost don't notice the text attached.
"maybe i could waste your time?"
you choke on your saliva, glancing off to the corner of your room as if an invisible camera was perched there. this man held zero shame, that much was true. you suppose it's from his age. there's only so much time in one life, so he's seizing every moment. it terrified you, to the depths of your core.
"i don't follow," you text back, playing dumb. this was genuinely unbelievable to you, you needed to hear more from his perspective to make sure you weren't actually dreaming or reading too far into his offer.
"come on, girl," he teasingly responds. "don't play dumb. i may be old, but i'm still sharp." another photo slides into the chat, the same idea s his previous one but now fully displaying his torso. his broad chest with his name painted on it was now boldly on display. his hand laid flirtatiously on his abs, fingers spread out. at the very bottom, you could make out the beginning of a thick tent in his pajama pants. it was like every inch of this man was maximized. you'd seen his shirtless form in his old movies, but seeing it now... it was personal. that photo was for you. "i know you're still fucking with me. i see how you look at me." you bite your lip, wondering if maybe sonya was sharing the other side of the bed. your stomach churns.
"i mean..." you leave the text at that, rapidly typing and deleting. you're not quite sure what to say, how to carry this now heated conversation. you'd never... had to before. "if i may state the obvious, you're... older. and my boss. and married."
his replies stop for a good couple minutes. you wonder if maybe he was regretting his advance. you hoped not.
"is it something that you'd mind?" johnny asks, hesitation in his words as he breaks away from his flirty comments. his question makes you ponder. you were a virgin at your age, holding onto this trait longer than almost everyone at a similar age to you. work was your priority, never giving yourself enough time for a serious commitment. but here you were. johnny was throwing something onto the table that you never expected to happen. were you going to pass this up and stay a virgin forever? hell, no!
"sent you my location. let's try something new, lieutenant."
"johnny." he corrects you one final time before falling completely silent on his end. your stomach twists and churns wildly, realizing you have opened the flood gates to a hookup with your boss. you throw your pajamas off and replace them with a cuter, coordinating pair. you brush your teeth again and try to fix your hair into a neater updo, not impacted by the friction of your pillowcase. shoes and various discarded belongings are shoved under the bed and into the closet. you hadn't had male company, well, ever. you had to come off as somewhat decent for him.
jesus christ, your mind grows dizzy. you were going to lose your virginity, now, or in however long it takes for him to arrive at you apartment. you're not far from work, and even still the time it took for you to hear footsteps in the hallway must have been a century at the minimum. you were seriously going through with this because it was about damn time you enjoyed yourself and spiced shit up.
the heavy footsteps come to a halt, the shadow overtaking the faint hallway light glowing. a part of you wants to hide, maybe jump out of your fire exit. your nerves were blinding, and taking the steps to the entrance felt like an olympic sport. that is, until a new text appears.
"let me inside."
do you open the door? leaning against it, you can smell his musk just through the crack alone. damn his hypnotic... everything. if you open the door, his entire career, marriage, and life could be over. that is, if you spill. you wouldn't.
keeping shit a secret fits you like a glove.
you slowly open the door, hand frozen on the doorknob as you're met with your boss towering over you with a heavy look in his eyes. it's hard to avoid his own hesitation too, but his hard breathing betrays his morals. he looks ready to pounce at any given moment. johnny's mouth opens first, but you beat him to it.
"i'm a virgin," you blurt, mind too empty to feel embarrassed at the fact. you felt the need to tell him now, before he was on top of you and you laid there like a fool.
johnny's brows raise up ever so slightly. "what?"
the heat of the admittance catches up to you, and you twiddle with the hem of your shorts. you repeat yourself meekly, letting the predicament set in between the two of you.
"that's..." he trails off, glancing into your room. "um."
"i'm sorry-" your face heats up, your eyes pricking with tears at the awkward air. "i just... i didn't want you to be surprised, because i don't know what i'm doing."
something new stirs in johnny's core as he understands the weight of the situation. his fists clench and he takes a lumbering step toward you. you back up on instinct.
"that's alright," he purrs, voice hitting a new low, one that's far away from his professional volume. "'cause i'll take care of you. i've got you."
he stands up straight, scratching the back of his neck.
"if you'll have me... i guess that speaks for itself. i'm here, aren't i?"
you nod with a nervous chuckle. your bodies move in sync as you figure out where to put your hands. they settle on his neck, wrapping your arms around him to pull him in. his hands hold your waist. jesus, his hands are big. you'd kissed before, so this is familiar territory.
"i'll take that as a yes," his eyes flick to your lips, visibly restraining himself from fully taking advantage of you. he leans in for a tender kiss, your lips and his moving together. it turns heated quick, with his tongue darting out to get a taste of your mouth which you accept gratefully.
johnny's hands trail down to your ass, cupping the underside as if his hands were destined to fit there. he tugs upward, and you understand what he's trying to do. you jump up and break the kiss momentarily so your legs trap his waist. in between make out sessions, you guide him through your apartment to the bedroom. his lips taste bitter like alcohol but cleanly sweet. exactly how you imagined.
your mind is hazy with lust, your pussy clenching around nothing as you envision taking a monster like him for the first time. a part of you wonders if it's even possible. instead of throwing you onto the mattress, he lowers you like a princess, supporting your head and back with each hand which does nothing to help your aching wetness pooling between your legs.
johnny's lips dive to your jaw, sucking and biting tenderly. you wince, but replace the noise with a lustful gasp as he soothes the pain with his hot tongue. you want to clench your thighs together to relieve the throbbing pressure, but johnny's hands pry your legs open as his hips fit perfectly between them. like a forbidden puzzle piece. you feel his cock rub through your pajamas, and your mouth gathers drool.
johnny finds any possible plush flesh of your neck to take in, kissing wetly as he gently ruts into you, not even realizing he's doing it. he needed to explore every inch of this new body, this new lover... his mistress.
if you were to start praying for forgiveness, it'd be now. you internally cursed sonya for getting her hands on him before you could. your chest burned with jealousy and desire. he was so evilly delicious, and every inch of him needed to be inside before you'd start sobbing. your hands fly forward and tug him forward by his waistband.
"need you," is the most you can coherently ask for, blinded by your horniness. johnny pulls away from your collar, panting in your face. he can't bring himself to look directly in your eyes, your wet, pleading eyes.
"you..." he swallows thickly, brows knitting together. he frowns. "you can't tell anyone. you know that, right?''
you nod with a small whine. you wanted him to just shut up and fuck you.
"hhh - won't say anything," you huff back, gliding your dampened bottoms across his dick with need. he groans, and buries his head in your neck, a deep sigh sending goosebumps across you skin.
"atta girl..."
so hit me up when you feel down i'll make your ass stay 'til sundown i understand what you've been through 'cause I'm a sorry sucker too i know you're scared and that's alright just let me love you for the night
#mortal kombat#mortal kombat x reader#johnny cage#johnny cage x reader#johnny cage smut#mk11#mortal kombat smut#marley writes ☆
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How would Bruce and Cobb react to Selkie!Jason trusting them with his coat? Like maybe giving it to them if they're upset or just in general trusting them to protect it 🦭🪙
Crossovers are literally taking over my brain rn
Bruce would treat the coat like the most fragile piece of spun glass and marvel at the softness. He’d be so, so happy the skittish little Selkie boy he adopted feels safe enough to let him touch a piece of his soul and trusts him to keep it safe. Bruce would be hyper aware of any signs from Jason that he wants his coat returned to him the entire time, mildly terrified he’ll accidentally do something to spoon the kid.
Cobb would pretend like he could care less and treat it like any valuable trinket a court member hands him, casually but with the utmost care. But joke’s on him, Jason totally saw him pull a knife on a curious Court member that came a little too close to the coat for comfort, even though the poor guy was just trying to reach the door to the left of the Talon.
(The coat is always safest with Cobb. No contest. The Talon would sooner allow himself to be beheaded than let the pelt come to harm. And usually he’s too scared he’ll damage the soft fur to pet it, so Jason makes a game out of draping it around his shoulders every once in a while, pretending like he doesn’t see how Cobb sometimes indulges himself and rubs his cheek against the fuzzy seal fur.) 🪙🦭
#Cobb adores Jason#Jason is talon catnip in my aus lol#selkie love language is draping their seal skin around family#and trusting family with the ocean part of their soul#Bruce totally has pictures of Cobb cuddled into Jason’s pelt#he does not delete them even when Cobb threatens him at knife point#William Cobb#Bruce Wayne#batdad#jason todd#selkie jason todd#court family#court of owls
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