#giving me less prep time before my replacement is a good thing

[wittyno]

You may love your job and your coworkers but always remember your employer doesn’t love you.

[mumms-the-word]

Hello my lovely friend!

I've chosen a song from one of my favourite musicals for you!

Hopefully it sparks some inspiration (I love this song I think i't so much fun)

Enjoy! <3

HELLO MY LOVE this is very late but I had fun writing it, so I hope that you enjoy it <3

(fun fact for those who don't know, which is probably most people, I am an avid broadway nerd and I listened to Wicked like...ad nauseam in my middle school/high school days so the minute I saw the title I had this song immediately in my head, which was very fun. As soon as I ran a few of the lyrics in my head I knew exactly what I had to write)

Anyways without further ado, I gift you with (drumroll pls)...some more Blackstaff Librarian x Gale fic ;)

under the cut and also on ao3 now

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Loathing

Gale x Blackstaff Librarian

After their initial encounter on the librarian's first day at Blackstaff Academy, Gale and the librarian now have fairly low opinions of one another. They both decide to vent to their parents about the other person (as one does when they hate someone).

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“Gale, darling, so good of you to join us for tea! Let me have a look at you. We haven’t seen you in a tenday, you know.”

Gale smiled and bent to exchange a strong, rib-cracking hug with his mother, the inimitable Morena Dekarios. He kissed her cheek as a greeting before letting her take his face in her hands so she could scrutinize him.

“Forgive me, Mother, the academy has required much of my attention the last several days,” Gale said, as Morena pursed her lips as she studied him.

“Have they been working you too hard? You look peaky.”

“I’ve been telling him that for days, Mrs. Dekarios,” Tara said, padding into the room. “He simply refuses to take care of himself.”

“Tara,” he chided, giving her a look. He took his mother’s hands and pulled them away from his face, squeezing them briefly. “I feel fine, I assure you.”

“Hmm.” She clearly didn’t believe him, but she let it go for now. “Well if you insist. Come, come have a seat, I’ll have tea ready in a moment. I want to hear all about how things are going over at the Academy.”

Gale blew out a long breath as he followed his mother onto her balcony and took a seat at the table there. “Where to start? We have a new librarian, for one.”

“Oh? Not another tired old Candlekeep retiree is it?” 

“No. No, she’s…young. Nearer my age.” Gale tried to picture her in his mind’s eye, to try and guess her age, and then quickly decided against it. The less he thought about the librarian, the better. 

“Oh?” Morena‘s eyes brightened with interest at that little fact. “Hold that thought, darling, I want to hear everything.”

She disappeared back inside to fetch the tea things while Tara hopped up onto the cushions that were stacked in her seat. That place at the table had been her teatime spot practically since the day Gale first summoned her. Though the cushions and chairs had been replaced over time, they were always placed in the exact same spot, with the cushions stacked at just the right height for her to comfortably look over the table’s edge and indulge in a spot of tea. 

Gale leaned closer to her and lowered his voice. “You haven’t said a word to my mother about our new librarian, have you?”

“I don’t know what you mean, Mr. Dekarios,” Tara said, licking at her paws to clean them for teatime. “Why would I talk about librarians of all things to your mother?”

The answer didn’t exactly allay any of Gale’s suspicions, but he let it go as Morena returned with the tea tray all prepped, including a plate of Gale’s favorite sandwiches and a shallow bowl for Tara's tea. She poured them each a cup and insisted Gale eat something before finally settling in her chair and taking a sip of her own tea. 

“So,” she said, cradling her cup in her hands and leaning forward slightly, her eyes sparkling with interest. “Tell me all about this new librarian.”

“Well, for starters, she’s only been with us for a tenday and she’s already caused quite a…stir.” He frowned, recalling how she frog-marched him out of the library in front of a crowd of students and colleagues. “On her first day at the Academy she refused to let anyone into the library while she was ‘cataloguing’ and kicked out anyone who dared to enter. Ever since then things have only gotten worse.” 

“How so?”

“Well, she—she’s come up with this ridiculous new organization system for the books and it’s taken her days to rearrange everything. Now no one knows where to find anything and we’re all forced to ask her for assistance, which she seems to find exceedingly annoying.” 

Though perhaps it was only when he asked that she got annoyed. He ignored that thought for now.

“Her new system doesn’t make the slightest flicker of sense,” he complained. He should have left off two or three sentences ago, but he was getting worked up now, all warm under his collar. “It’s been a disaster. I’ve taken to hoarding books I need in my study just to keep track of them. Honestly, I don’t know what the Blackstaff was thinking, giving her the job—she has completely upended the entire academy with her little project to reorganize the library. She has delayed everyone’s studies in the process and she is maddeningly unhelpful if you ever try to talk to her. Most unprofessional, in my opinion. In fact, I think she is without a doubt the most infuriating woman I think I have ever met.”

“Oh dear, that does sound like a torment,” Morena said, though the way she smiled behind her next sip of tea suggested she was more amused than sympathetic. “How much are you forced to interact with her?”

“If I had my way it would be never,” Gale huffed. “But unfortunately the reorganization of the library has taken over her main office as well. Blackstaff Vajra has temporarily given her the empty study adjoining mine, so it is impossible to escape her entirely, now that we share a common room.”

“Roommates, is it?” Morena teased, smiling broadly. “I can’t recall the last time you were forced to share a room with anyone.”

“At Blackstaff? It must have been ages ago.”

He had shared camps and tavern rooms with his companions, back when he’d had an illithid tadpole in his brain and the entire world needed saving from a Netherbrain. But this was different.

After Gale returned to Blackstaff, he’d been given one of two empty studies clustered around a common room for use as his teaching office. But now Gale’s days of having both study and common room entirely to himself were over. Now, whenever he tried to enjoy a relaxing cup of tea or reinvigorate himself with a cup of coffee and a good book, she was there, passing through with arms full of books, her curls falling out of whatever hairstyle she had attempted to wrangle them into. Each and every time, she took one look at him behind her wire-framed glasses, glared, stuck her pert little nose up in the air, and stalked away. Before he could even so much as say hello or good evening.

Not that he wanted to, of course.

Any interest he had in her, any intrigue he might have felt, was quickly dissolving into pure and utter loathing. She was surly, rude, and waspish, she had no patience for simple conversation, and no care for the sheer amount of disruption she was causing across the entire Academy. Every time she saw him with a book in his hands, she glared. Every time they passed in the hallway, she glared. Every time he stepped into her chaotically catalogued library, she glared!

When he was fairly certain he hadn’t done anything reprehensible to her! She seemed to hate him simply for existing.

Her name was on everyone’s lips these days, to the point where he felt he couldn’t escape it. If she wasn’t there in front of him taunting him with her hazel-eyed glares, he was forced to hear of her while eating in the dining hall, trying to teach his classes, monitoring students during study hall, and even relaxing with his colleagues at the Yawning Portal. There was no escape from the Blackstaff Librarian. Not even in his own teaching study.

“And of course I’m expected to put up with it as the newest professor at the academy,” Gale finished, throwing up his hands, having related all of this to his mother as well. “Ridiculous.”

“Yes, dear, and it’s so good of you to martyr yourself by sharing rooms with her," Morena said, hiding another smile behind a sip of tea.

“What is that supposed to mean? And why are you smiling like that?” he asked, growing frustrated with her now too. The whole time he had complained, she continued to smile and chuckle and sit with her cheek leaning against her hand, a fond and amused look in her eyes.

“Oh, no reason.” Morena finished off her tea before lowering her cup back onto its saucer, that same smile still on her lips. She exchanged a subtle look with Tara, who gave a little amused squint of her eyes and then delicately pretended to be busy washing her face.

"You can't fool me so easily, Mother," he said. “What are you thinking?”

“Nothing much, darling. I am only thinking that I should like to invite her over for tea.” She leaned back in her chair, her hands folded comfortably over her middle, and let her gaze trail off in the vague direction of Blackstaff Academy. "She sounds like a young woman I should get to know."

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In her sparse new temporary office, a certain Blackstaff librarian crumpled up the letter she had been trying to write and tossed it to the side, letting the balled-up parchment join about a dozen other crumpled-up letters on the floor. She huffed to herself and pulled out a fresh piece of parchment to write on, dipping her quill back into the ink.

Dearest Papa, she began. She continued with inane lines about her health, the weather, and how much she appreciated Blackstaff Vajra for offering her the position as Chief Librarian of Blackstaff Academy, as she had done in every other letter she started. She was determined this time not to ruin it by mentioning a certain annoying professor with whom she had had too many interactions already.

But inevitably, as it had happened in the other dozen letters before this one, he elbowed his way into her writing, just the same way he had elbowed his way into her library.

Regrettably, she wrote, nowhere is perfect and I’ve found that quite a few of my colleagues here at the Academy can be more than a little trying on my nerves. There is one man in particular, a professor with whom I must now share a common room, who is absolutely, without a doubt, the most provoking, vexatious, exasperating man I think I’ve ever had the displeasure to speak with. He is careless and arrogant and swans about the place as though he and not dear Vajra were the Blackstaff! I cannot understand how he of all people has been accepted to teach here, beyond that everyone must be fawning over his renewed status as a Chosen of Mystra and hero of that nasty illithid business down south. As though we do not have enough Chosens and heroes! He is constantly in my way, hoards books like a dragon, and seems to intentionally put himself where I must see or speak with him even when I expressly wish to avoid him. If I have to spend one more day sharing a common room with this most infuriating man I may just go mad. Do you know, just the other day I caught him sprawled out along the sofa of the common room like a Calishite pasha, filthy boots on the table—

But here she stopped, glaring down at the page. She was being untruthful, if not unkind. She had not yet caught him in a state of such blatant disarray—yet. She stared at her letter, her mind taking her back to two days ago when she had come into the common room, hoping for some peace and quiet, only to find him there.

He’d been stretched along the sofa, that was true, but with his ankles hanging off the edge and crossed, the soles of his boots mercifully away from both sofa and table (though dangerously close). He’d been reading when she entered, one hand cradling the book on his chest and the other combing absently through his dark hair, his lips pursed faintly as he studied the text. The setting sun had been streaming in through the windows, giving his lightly tanned skin an all-over bronzed look, and when he’d looked up as she entered the light caught his dark eyes in such a way as to dust the deep, rich brown of his irises with a sprinkling of bright copper. 

He was handsome, she’d give him that, but it only made her dislike him more. Handsome men always had a sense of arrogance and pride about them and his reputation had more than preceded him in that regard. Of course, it didn’t help that when he looked up, he’d instantly sat up all surprised—and then he had the audacity to look disappointed.

Disappointed!

Oh, she hated him. Absolutely, utterly, completely loathed him. 

Him, with his stupid little Mystra earring, and his fussy way of styling his long hair, and the way he pursed his lips when he was deep in thought, and the careless way he held books sometimes, his fingers tucked between pages—

Gods, she was thinking about his hands now?

She sat back in her chair, glaring at her letter, her face flushed and her lips pressed in a thin line. And then, after a moment, she crumpled the letter up, the same as the others. She gathered all the failed letters into a metal wastebin and, with a snap of her fingers, promptly set them all alight. The soft crackling of the flames did little to cool her off, however. 

She’d just have to write her father a letter another day, when her mind wasn’t so wrapped up in all the things she hated about one Professor Gale Dekarios. For now, perhaps it was best to simply give up and go home.

And perhaps take a cold bath to cool her flustered nerves.

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[gemini-sensei]

Tutor!Demetri Alexopoulos x Mean Girl!Chubby!Reader

Fem!reader 💘 smut 💘

CW: monstercock!Demetri, teasing, rough fingering, pussyjob, size kink/difference, kind of bitchy reader, pet name (good girl), little to no prep, unprotected sex, probably more tbh 👀

@sensei-venus (unedited)

"Are you even listening?"

Reader looked up from her phone, an unapologetically bored look on her face. "No."

Demetri frowned. When he'd agreed to tutor a struggling student, he'd thought that it would be something nice to do while getting another cool thing to add to his college applications. However, had he known who his tutee was going to be, he wouldn't have agreed to it in all honesty.

Reader was a mean spirited but sly girl. She could smile to someone's face and give them a compliment, then turn around and talk shit about them behind their backs. A single tweet from her could put anyone to shame, no questions asked, and she could make people cry with a look. She made people feel bad about themselves because she walked around in designer jeans and blouses like it was nothing. Most people didn't believe she was a girl anymore and had long been replaced by a demon, but that was neither here nor there.

Surely if she were getting graded for bitchiness, she'd get an A+.

And if Demetri had to compare her to a goddess, it would have to be Aphrodite purely for her vanity.

Sitting in her big cushy mansion while trying to tutor her was beyond infuriating, but Demetri had more patience than most people. He guessed that was why the school staff had chosen him to work with her, but there had been little work being done. It was so hard to get her to focus, but once he had her attention, it was soon lost because she just didn't care.

"Why am I even here?" he asked.

She shrugged and looked back down at her phone. "You're welcome to leave anytime you want. It's not like I care."

Her thumbs tapped away at her phone and she went on to ignore him. He rolled his eyes, ready to pack up and get out of there. This was a waste of time, he decided, and he didn't see the point in staying. However, before he got too far into closing up the books, she leans across him and reached for his calculator.

"I need this," she said, as if she had ownership over anything he had brought there. Though he was less focused on her tone and more engrossed in her tits that sat in his face while she stretched her arm out for the device. Then she sat back with it in her hand and started punching numbers into it. "There's this dress I've had my eye on for a while, but daddy said it's too much to get. But I just got a text saying it was on sale at another store, so if it's a reasonable percent off, maybe I can talk him into finally getting it for me."

Demetri didn't really hear most of what she said. He was too busy staring at her tits as they sat in her low cut top.

It was hard to deny that Reader was smoking hot. She had soft curves and cute round cheeks. Her outfits always accentuated her figure and showed off her best assets. When she wore dresses, they always put her thick thighs on display; her tits bounced when she hurried through the halls in heels; the school's gym uniform hugged her belly deliciously. She was beautiful

Some guys didn't like big girls, not appreciating them or treating them right, which Demetri thought should be a crime. Reader ignored those that criticized her body and focused on herself, which included all the nice clothes and hanging out with her friends.

It did not include paying attention in class or being seem with the likes of Demetri Alexopoulos of all people. It was how he ended up at her house in the first place, because she needed to be tutored but did not want to be seen getting help at a place like the library. Never mind the fact that it felt borderline inappropriate to be there at all, especially with her parents away on vacation. It-

"Oh my god!"

Her voice cut through his train of thought and he blinked, looking at her with burning cheeks. Her mouth was hanging open and he was ready to apologize for staring, but he was quick to see that her eyes were cast downward. As he realizesld what she was marveling at, his cock twitched and she gasped.

His jeans were extremely tight and he was only just noticing. His cock was stuffed down one leg of his pants and he was now painfully aware of how noticeable it was. His hardness created a rather sizable buldge along his thigh and it seem Reader was intrigued.

She looked up at him, licking her lips before she smiled at him. Suddenly, her grin was so mean. If anything, it was too sweet.

"Who knew you were so... big."

And there's the backhanded compliment, he thought. However, he couldn't really focus to that part of it because her attention was all on him now. Her desirable gaze was burning hot and unlike anything he'd ever reviewed before. He shamelessly loved it.

"Why don't you and I forget all this math work and head upstairs?" she asked, scooting closer to him. She put her hand on his thigh and slowly moved it inward.

When her hand came to his cock, she gave it a light squeeze and he groaned. She giggled and he looked at her, getting an idea.

"Or maybe, you get some of this work done and then maybe we could go upstairs," he said. He phrased it as a suggestion, but there was no real options aside from do the work or don't get cock.

She pouted and whined, "but I can't. It's too hard."

He smirked at her. "That's why I'm here, to help you."

He then pulled her onto his lap and situated her to sit right on his boner. She gasped while he groaned, both feeling the way his clothed cock pressed against the underside of her thighs. He put his arms around her and leaned forward, resting his head on her shoulder. She tensed up a bit as he breathed down her neck, sending shivers straight to her cunt and she clenched her thighs together.

He took up a pencil and put it in her hand, them laid his hand over hers and brought it to the paper. "I'll show you how to do the first problem, but then you have to do the rest on your own. Got it?"

"Mhm," she hummed softly and watched his guiding hand.

As she goes down the sheet, Demetri mumbles in her ear whether she's doing it right or wrong, telling her how to fix her little mess ups. Meanwhile, his hands are roaming her body; from her waist down to her hips and thighs. He slips a hand between her pudgy thighs and slide it up her dress, making Reader gasp.

"You're doing so good," he mumbledinto her ear, his hand creeping closer to her hot center. "Keep going."

She slowly spread her legs a little wider to give him more room and he lays his palm over her mound. His fingers began to inspect her panties, which were already a little damp from her catching sight of his bulge. He slid his fingers up and down her clothed pussy, making her whimper softly. Then he pulled the material to the side and pushed two fingers between her folds, finding her wetness and spreading it all over her entrance.

With his touches, Reader began to lose focus. Her pencil stopped moving as she whined, wiggling her hips in an attempt to get more friction against her sensitive lower lips. But as her pencil work stopped, Demetri pulled away.

"Finish the last problem, then I'll touch this wet little pussy."

She looked at him, pouty and desperate, but he didn't say anything more. So she turned to the sheet and worked out the problem. When she was finished, she showed it to him. "Like this?"

He gave it a short once over and smirked. "Just like that." Then he took the paper from her and turned it over, revealing more problems. "Now do this side."

"But-" She cut herself off with a moan as he pushed a long finger into her tight cunt.

He started off moderately slow, dipping his digit in and out of her hole as she worked on the sheet. When she was halfway down, he added another finger and stretched her out on them. He rubbed them against her walls pointedly and especially massaged her g-spot, making her shake in his lap. He groaned as she wiggled and moved, grinding on his hard cock while trying to stay focused. Her hole was gripping him tight, leaking fluid onto his jeans and all over his hand.

As she got closer to the end, he started finger fucking her hard. She let out a little scream and tried closing her legs, but it didn't deter or slow him down. Lewd, wet smacks came from between her legs as he quickly shoved his fingers in and out, eventually adding a third. As she shakily wrote the last few numbers of her answer, he used his other hand to rub her swollen clit.

In seconds, she was coming on his fingers, squirting hard. A torrent of liquid gushed from her hole and splashed the table in front of them, wetting the papers and books they'd been looking at for hours, ruining them. Several bursts of her juices made a mess of not just the table, but her pretty thighs and his jeans. He rode her through it, feeling the way her walls squeezed around his fingers.

When he pulled them out, he put them in his mouth and lapped up the dripping wetness. He hummed around them until he pulled them out with a smacking pop, then turned to her trembling figure. "You taste so good."

She looked at him, flustered and speechless. Her panting breaths fanned his face and he dove in to kiss her, putting his hand on her cheek to pull her in. She tasted herself on his lips and even more so on his tongue when he shoved it into her mouth.

They made out for a moment before he guided her to stand up, their lips disconnecting for only a moment before she's turned herself to face him and straddle his lap. Their hands gripped each other, putting their lips together again. His hands grabbed her waist and he started pushing and pulling her along his hips, grinding her hot, sensitive core along his straining jeans. It sent shivers and electric jolts of pleasure up her body and she whined against his lips.

The grinding didn't last long before he gently pushed her away. "Get up."

She nodded gently and did as he asked, standing in front of him and watching as he undid his jeans and shoved them down his legs. They only got to his mid thigh before he was shoving his boxers down and releasing his hard, aching cock. It stood at attention, tip red and angry with a bit of pre leaking out of his slit.

Reader gasped as she finally saw his cock for the first time. It looked a lot bigger than it did in his pants and she began to ask her self if she was going to be able to take it. She rubbed her thighs together as she whined, "It's so big."

Demetri sat back, pumping himself as he looked up at her. "And it's all for you."

More pre cum bubbled out and spilled down the side of his cock, but wasn't nearly enough to lube him up for her tight cunt.

"Come here," he ordered and she stepped forward. He grabbed her hips and guided her to sit on his lap, cock sandwiched between his stomach and her soaked pussy lips. As he stared up at her, he started rocking her against him and she got the idea fast.

She anchored her hands onto his shoulders and slid her pussy over his cock, coating him with her wetness, but they didn't spend much time doing that. He lifted her hip off of him and she hovered over his lap while hie positioned his cock to her entrance. When the bulbous tip met her folds, she moaned and eased herself down onto him. He helped to guide her, watching her lips pout as the head popped into her tight cunt.

"Oh fuck," she let out as she sank down further. Though the tip of his cock felt like a feat in itself to get inside of her, she didn't let it deter her. Her grip tightened, though, the more of his cock she took, and he learned she had a dirty fucking mouth. "Fuck fuck fuck! Ohmygod!"

Demetri held her hips and stopped her when he met resistance halfway down. She felt so good wrapped around him, at least what she could take, but he couldn't help wanting more. He wanted to bury his cock in her all the way to the hilt.

She looked to see how much of him was left to talk and her eyes widened and she whined. She already felt so full, but there was still so much more of him to take. Looking back up, she leaned into him more and wrapped her arms around him, pouting her lips at him. Then she whimpered his name, "Demetri~"

His brain just fizzled out at that and he lifted her hips and pulled her back down on him, working her on his cock. She moaned loudly, a little unprepared for his initiative, but wasn't complaining. Her pussy was wrapped around his cock tight, stretched to what she thought was the limit, but he steadily proved her wrong with each movement he made. It stung some, but that only added to the pleasure in the long run because his shaft was rubbing against those special spots along her walls.

"You gonna take my cock?" he asked her, watching her face as bliss warmed her cheeks. They were mere inches away from each other and he could smell the sweetness on her breath of candy and fruity drinks.

A small noise came from the back of her through, something between a hum and a squeak. Then she mumbled, "Yeah..."

"You think this tight little pussy can take it?"

"Y-Yeah..."

He licked his lips and watched her carefully, then pushed her down on his cock, shoving the entirety of his length into her wet, clenching hole. She squealed, holding him close as her body began to shake. She hid her face in his neck and whimpered. It was by far the biggest cock she'd ever taken and she wasn't entirely prepped for it, but as they sat like that for a moment, her walls started to relax around him.

"Good girl," he told her, then kissed the side of her head. He rubbed her hips in small circles, helping her to relax as she got used to the feeling of being utterly stuffed full. His lips dragged along her ear as he whispered, "Such a good girl for me."

Involuntarily, her hips lightly bucked at the pet name. He groaned but smirked and moved his hands up her sides, groping her rolls on her waist and belly. She didn't move again for a little while, then buried her face into his neck and peppered small kisses along his skin. She started swiveling her hips, moaning against his skin. He let her move at her own pace, feeling the way he was stretching her out so deeply.

She steadily worked her way up to a moderate pace, grinding her hips against his hard. When she was comfortable and found a rhythm, she picked up her head and smashed her lips against his. He groaned into her mouth and wound his arms around her, putting his hands on her back. They made out heavily as she rode him, both extremely satisfied with how she'd been able to take him. It was hot and messy, full of loud moans and whimpers. Her pussy was gushing around him, keeping him lubed up to the point it was dripping down his balls and staining the couch under them. It made their thighs wet and slippery, making it easy for her to glide on his lap.

Eventually, their lips parted and they panted hot air into one another's faces. Then he pulled at her dress and pulled the straps down her arms, along with the straps to her bra. Soon, he was pulling her tits out and playing with them, taking one into his mouth while fondling the other.

"Oh my god..." she sighed, feeling the knot in her stomach growing tighter. Her walls began to squeeze him harder and she moved her hips on him faster, grinding harder. "I'm gonna come..."

He looked up at her, swirling his tongue around her hardened nipple. He abandoned her other tit and grabbed her hip, helping her keep pace. When he was done playing with her nipple, he pulled off of it and left it puffy and spit covered. "You're gonna come on my big cock, aren't you?"

She looked at him and nodded desperately. She was climbing higher and higher, her head becoming dizzy with pleasure. "Yes... oh god! It feels so good! I- Ohmygod! Demetri!"

She screamed as her orgasm tore through her, body racked with pleasure. She shook on his lap as she creamed on his cock, her cunt milking him for all that he was worth. In an attempt to keep it going, to make him come too, she tried to continue moving her hips on him, but it was hard. Her arms were wrapped around him in an iron grip and her head was hazy. All she could do was feel the euphoria.

But it was okay. Demetri kept her moving, moving her back and forth on his lap as her eyes rolled up. The creamy ring she left around his cock became frothy, making an even bigger mess. He basically used her like his own special toy until the constricting on her velvet walls had his balls drawing up and dumping a fat, hot load. He stopped everything, wrapping his arms around her as his cock shot off like a firehose in her spasming cunt, making sure his tip was pressed against her puckering cervix so she got every thick rope of cum he was giving her.

He sat back, holding her to his chest as she moaned and sighed in bliss. Her head fell onto his shoulder as he filled her up. She felt like she was gonna pop she was so full of cock and cum, but if that wasn't the best feeling in the world, then she didn't know what was.

As they came down from their highs, his cock began to soften, but it didn't change much in size. It still felt like she was utterly full. When she moved to get off of him, he hissed and she moaned - except now it was with a lot more pain. Her hips and thighs were burning and her pussy was sore. She settled back to where she was and sighed.

"Maybe just... uh, wait until I'm not hard anymore," Demetri mumbled.

She nodded in agreement against his shoulder, very much tired after achieving such a feat. After a moment of silence though, she lifted her head and looked at him. He raised an eyebrow at her and she smiled.

"You can come over and teach me anything you want, okay?"

His cock twitched at hearing the implication in her voice and knew he'd be coming back, regardless if they got any actual tutoring done or not...

[hedghost]

hedge can we have your review on the season? Like for each player give us a summary sentence on ur ops on their performance

oh yes gladly i love shit like this. you said one sentence but it’s way more than that bc i have a lot of thoughts hehe:

Mary Earps: honestly didn’t have her best season, especially in the first half, which i think was a mental thing. around january she seemed back to her old self and she did have some great games. kept us in a lot, pulled off some mega saves - we all know how fucking good she is there’s no denying that. however people chat a lot about our defence but i definitely don’t think she’s entirely without blame for some goals/results. still love her tho, just not her best season. genuinely no idea if she’ll stay.

Phallon Tullis-Joyce: that’s my fucking marine biologist!!! i’m so in love with phallon. criminal that we didn’t see her in the league, but her conti cup performances were brilliant. seems to work so well with the defence in such a short time despite lack of minutes played with them. good with the ball at her feet, good distribution, and made some fucking incredible saves (the one v liverpool was save of the season for me.) i genuinely won’t be mad if mary leaves bc i think phallon is more than good enough to replace her. hope to see more of her.

Gabby George: one of our smartest signings imo, was sceptical at first but she impressed hugely in the short time we saw her. made a huge impact on attacks down the left. gutted she got injured, def prefer her over blundell and think she would’ve made a big difference in some of our results if she was able to play.

Maya Le Tissier: will defend her with my life. made a few mistakes this season that she didn’t make last year but people forget she’s still v young, and i firmly believe she has the potential to be one of the best. grew into a leadership role this season. would have loved to see her push up more into midfield, or play in rb but 🤷‍♀️. long balls remain elite. if i were skinner i’d be building the team around her and prepping her for the armband.

Aoife Mannion: Didn’t see much of her due to injury but she remains solid. a bit slower, def not a starter but with the limited options we have she’s our best (and only) cb cover so.

Hannah Blundell: listen i like hannah and i think she’s decent but i also think a new lb is our priority (maybe less so when gabbys back fit but still). she’s solid and consistent but i think the team has outgrown her. done dirty a lot this season by being shifted to the right as it definitely doesn’t favour her. has a good linkup with galton but we still need more of an attacking fb to replace her imo.

Jayde Riviere: my Queen. i get flashbacks to ona when i watch her play and fall in love with her a little more each time. still young and needs more experience but has the potential to grow and be one of the best fullbacks. i expect her to be getting a lot of assists in the near future. super speedy, good awareness and vision, gets stuck in. all i can ask in an fb. only thing is she’s a bit too prone to injury but i’m chalking that down to inconsistent game time and being chucked back in by skinner before she’s fully healed.

Millie Turner: millie was consistent and great this season. glad she’s finally getting her flowers. times where she’s struggled have been when she’s had to deal with gemma evans next to her so i don’t blame her too much. she’s also less of a physical cb than maya is, which we saw a lot especially against ramirez, but that’s why i think the two compliment each other well.

Gemma Evans: hate this woman with a passion i didn’t see a single good thing all year. most baffling signing of all time. done dirty by being put as lb instead of cb but she’s still pretty crap as a cb. stunts all attacks as soon as she’s on the pitch because she continuously passes backwards even when there’s options, but also impacts attacks down our right bc blundell gets moved over and she can’t attack as well down the right as jayde, and we all know our midfield is too shit to go down the middle. gets beaten easily and loses her man constantly, impacts millie and maya bc they have to come over and cover often, and gives away too many fouls in bad positions bc she can’t compete with players so just takes them out dirty. shit as fuck.

Evie Rabjohn: gutted we didn’t see much of her, exciting prospect for the future.

Ella Toone: despite many lacklustre performances has had one of her best seasons statistically, however (controversial) she’s still not a starter. when she’s in the right space and gets the right ball she’s magic, but a lot of the time she spends 60 minutes completely invisible, then gets one banger of a goal and everyone pretends she’s had the game of her life. could be down to a shit midfield but im not fully sold. especially w/ the talent we have in the midfield she should be our super sub if you ask me. elite gamechanger, but not a starter.

Irene Guerrero: will never forgive skinner for what he did to her. the 8 minutes she was on the pitch were the best 8 minutes i’ve seen our midfield play. criminally underused, baffling as to why you would play zelem over her. hope she gets the chance bc she’ll storm the wsl.

Katie Zelem: when will we be free of a zelem midfield. i genuinely don’t understand why people think she’s good enough. loses the ball, and passes back wayyy too much, invisible half the time, not a good cam, not a good cdm, what’s the point? impossible for us to launch anything through the middle. great set pieces but we’ve seen multiple players who can do that too. a good captain and a good leader however, which i reckon is the only reason she stays, which is why i would be prepping maya for captaincy asap.

Hayley Ladd: while i don’t think she’s a starter i think we under-utilised her too much this season. she’s really our only strong cdm who can take control of the midfield and we needed her against teams like arsenal and chelsea who have v good midfields. when she has played she’s been v strong, and consistent.

Lisa Naalsund: my norwegian queen. she walked through the fiery pits of skinnerhell last season and came out the other side with a vengeance. has proved herself and firmly earned that starting position. really good on the ball, great vision, and scored quite a few screamers too. suffers a bit when she’s played with toone and zelem because she’s kind of the only one doing anything. dominates the right side more than the left - her link ups with jayde, geyse and lucia are brilliant. hope she stays.

Hinata Miyazawa: again, criminally underused. yes she was injured for a while but she should be a consistent starter if you ask me. so good on the ball, so good with pockets of space. i call her my tiny terrier bc she’s absolutely relentless with winning the ball back. never intimidated by any player. love her. hasn’t had the time to integrate fully with the forwards but when the cohesion is there it’ll be mega. i believe she can play on the wing too so i’d like to see some of that.

Emma Watson: another player i’m gutted was injured. so so excited to see her play as i believe she’ll be one of the best.

Grace Clinton: yes she was on loan but i’m still gonna include her. what a fucking season, and what a fucking player. i do think the loan to spurs was the best thing for her as she needed minutes which she wouldn’t have gotten here so i’m not criticising skinner for that, but we now have to do everything we can to keep her, not just the summer but the next. unreal. we’ve seen what she can do so i can’t wait to see her in a united shirt (fingers crossed)

Melvine Malard: if we don’t trigger the to-buy option we’re fucking stupid but my hopes aren’t high with skinner. should’ve got way more game time but hey ho. i don’t know why we don’t play her in the 9 when it’s clearly her best position. just love her energy, her connections, the way she moves the ball and gives everything. just need her to bag a few more goals.

Leah Galton: i love her sm but i think she’s kind of past her best now. she shouldn’t start bc she just gets tired too easily but she has had good moments so there’s still a space for her as a sub. has definitely suffered from not having a good fb behind her, but i think it’s time to move beyond her. still a clinical player with good skills, and hella agile but doesn’t have the connection with new forwards to make a real impact.

Lucia Garcia: i fucking love this girl. god i hope she stays but i do think she’s going unfortunately. our best and most consistent winger, fast as shit, moves the ball well, holds the ball up well, beats players, clinical on goal, commits to the ball but also so good at getting back to defend. player of the season for me, not a bad thing to say about her. just incredible we should be throwing the kitchen sink at her.

Nikita Parris: had a great season, def our most clinical finisher. i kind of prefer when she’s on the wing but she’s good in both positions. quick, relentless, good finishes, yeah she’s good. can def see her leaving though and i’m not up in arms about that as i feel we should be buying new strikers this summer. not so much of a ball carrier than our other forwards so mostly relies on service from others, but has good positioning and good finish.

Geyse: example of a brilliant player who’s suffering under poor coaching. mad skills but needs coaching to improve her decision making and finishing, which is what will make her a great player. she’s so fun to watch that sometimes i don’t even care when she loses the ball, but she def does way too much. shoots when she shouldn’t and doesn’t when she should. skinner can’t coach which is the problem, bc if she could finish she’d be immense. i’ve seen a lot of growth from her this season as she’s become more integrated in the team so i have hope.

Rachel Williams: had a great season but we really shouldn’t be relying on a 36 year old to win us games. just has that strikers instinct that you can’t teach but she’s ancient and so we desperately need a replacement. can’t deny that she’s saved us multiple times this season though.

[thessalian]

Thess vs MCM Comic Con, Day 3

So before I start with the rundown of today, I will say this:

It was worth it.

I may not entirely believe that now, when everything fucking hurts and the stress and frustration of that level of people and noise and exertion and pain is still pretty much flattening me? But I know it was. The memory of how worth it this was will stay fresh long, long after the pain of the actual doing of it is gone.

So. Anyway. Day 3. Starting from after I made sandwiches and prepped to get an exchange on my d20-less gold sparkly dice.

We managed to get there in good time for the Critical Role panel. Now, obviously not in good time to get a seat in the main stage area where they were actually doing the panel, but giving it some thought, we didn't really want to be there anyway. We'd already been up close and personal with the Critical Role crew; we didn't need more than that. Plus the noise would have been way, way too much. So instead, we went over to one of the stages that was streaming the panel on their big screen. Which was better because the camera crew zoomed in when a question was directed at a particular person so we actually got to see them. And the panel was really good. It was so endearing when an audience member asked how they managed the whole thing with being business partners and friends and they talked about how Matt insists that they all hang out just as friends outside of the game space and the business space, and how Travis is this really supportive protective Big Poppa Bear of a CEO, and how it's easier with a group of friends than it is with a two-person partnership or trio because you've got people who can step in and mediate when tempers run a bit high ... and most of all when Ashley said she literally didn't know what she'd do without them (and then had to hand off the mic because she was about to start crying) and Sam said how he really just wanted them to be doing this - being the friends and family they'd become - for the rest of their lives ... and to wear a T-shirt with Matt's face on it at Matt's funeral. I honestly have zero worries about Critical Role LLC and its potential effects on their friendship. Seems like they're doing just fine.

There were no problems with taking my dice back. Thankfully, I got the same guy who sold them to me in the first place, though given the ambient noise and low light levels in the area, it was a bit of a struggle to get him to understand the problem. When he finally understood, he did go the extra mile finding me a replacement set. I repaid that kindness by stopping him when he went to put the dice set I was returning back into the box of merchandise for display / sale. Didn't want him to go through that again, y'know?

(Side note: turns out that the little golden shinies in my Alisaie-themed dice set are, in fact, small golden capital As. That's serendipity on a ridiculous level, right there.)

After that ... I admit it all caught up to me and on top of the body aches, spasms, and migraine, I remembered just how difficult it is to wander a convention hall with someone whose interests in terms of art and entertainment kind of vary from yours. So I suggested to Marion that we split up for an hour and a half, and meet up somewhere to devour lunch and see where we were going from there. I browsed a bit, but mostly I just found a place to sit down and watch the cosplay go by. I mean, I did make an attempt to go outside, partly for a smoke but mostly for someplace where I could be more than two feet away from any human being ... but it had started to rain and so I still ended up crammed under the awnings with my fellows who also wanted fresh air and/or nicotine.

By the time I met up with Marion again, I was getting to that "I am struggling to form coherent sentences" level of migraine, holding it at bay with some co-codamol that I took with the first can of A&W root beer I've had in years, and it was just what I needed, thank you. So we scarfed down lunch. I was honestly ready to leave right then, but Marion wanted one last turn-around to look for a couple of things she hadn't spotted in her first trip. I couldn't really deny her that no matter how much I wanted to go home, so we agreed to meet up in about an hour at the "Reset Room" (they had a room especially designed for people who just needed to decompress; probably the most useful thing they actually did in terms of accommodations, I have to say).

In that time, I caved and bought a copy of Flavours of the Multiverse - a D&D themed cookbook. It wasn't my only purchase of the day, mind you. I also got three pin-badges - one "That's How I Roll" one, one "Shiny Math Rocks" one ... and one that just reads "They/She". That and a "They/Them" nonbinary flag-coloured lanyard. At least there, I could wear those things without being too afraid. Anyway, after my few purchases and another trip outside (where, thankfully, it had stopped raining), I read my new cookbook until Marion rejoined me and we headed home. Unfortunately, on top of all the stairs at London Bridge and Elephant and Castle stations, there were a surprising number of people cramming themselves on the 363 at 5pm on a Sunday. So my Time of Squishening unfortunately got a little bit extended. Still, I am now home and have had coffee and more painkillers and I feel a bit better.

That was probably my last MCM Comic Con. It's definitely the last one I go to for all three days. The accommodations were insufficient (though in all fairness, that's entirely down to the organisers - the stewards were so nice and tried so hard to make things work when it was clear that the original organisational scheme was a shit-show), and the attendees ... well, most of them were really nice but I cannot count how many people I had to nearly throw myself at a wall to avoid because they were walking through a crowded convention hall while looking at their phones. Or just anywhere but straight in front of themselves. And public transport ... well, some of that "step-free access" is only on a technicality, put it that way, and it's actually easier to just struggle with the stairs if you can. I think the worst part of this has been that it's basically opened a window on another part of how hard my life is going to be now.

But never mind. I'm going to decompress a bit. I am going to make breakfast-for-dinner in the form of French toast and bacon, I am going to sit Marion down through the rest of Arcane, and I am going to enjoy my last evening with my houseguest. And at some point I am going to look into the work of the Hire A Bard guy I saw at the convention, who will set your character and/or campaign to music for a fee. This might be worth considering as a Christmas gift (however delayed) for the Cupcake Coterie.

Anyway. Yeah. I hurt. I am very much not at my best. But it was worth it.

[spooniechef]

Chicken and Mushroom Risotto (1-2 spoons)

Another recipe that’s great for leftovers and fairly easy to cook apart from a little bit of prep-faff is risotto. It’s very forgiving, very versatile, and nicely filling as well as tasting nice. I do it rather differently than the recipe I found on the BBC Good Foods website, but I still have issues with the BBC, so I’m actually really good with that, especially when my tweaks can make it easier and in some cases cheaper.

Here’s what you’ll need

1.4l (5 1/2 cups or so) chicken stock

300g (1 1/2 cups or so) arborio risotto rice

250g (2 cups or so) chestnut mushrooms, sliced thickly

140g (1 cup or so) chicken (see notes)

1 large onion, diced

50g (1/4 cup or so) butter

150ml (half a cup or so) dry white wine

85g (1/3 cup or so) smoked bacon lardons (also see notes)

More notes on possible substitutions and the like here. For instance, I didn’t want to spend obscene amounts of money on smoked bacon lardons, so I improvised with cooking bacon instead. Same basic principle, but about £1.50 cheaper, so it works for me. As for the chicken ... well, it says to use cooked chicken but I’ve found that cooking the chicken at the same time as the lardons (or equivalent) go into the pan works just as well, if not better; it gets more of the flavour into the chicken itself. I’ll make notes of when the chicken goes in depending on whether it’s cooked or raw.

Here’s what you do:

Put the butter into a large pan; add the lardons (and chicken, if raw), and fry for five minutes on medium heat. Add the onions and cook until the onions are soft and clear but not browned

Stir in the mushrooms, cook for about 5 minutes; then stir in the risotto rice and cook for another 2 minutes or so until the rice starts going transparent.

Pour in the wine and let it boil off. Then start adding the chicken stock in increments - add about a quarter of the pot, let that boil down, and keep adding more chicken stock and letting it boil down until the rice is cooked and most of the stock has been absorbed. (You’re looking for a rice pudding sort of texture; you can add maybe a cup of frozen peas when the last quarter of the stock goes in, if desired.)

Stir in the chicken (if cooked) and let warm for another couple of minutes, then let stand for a few minutes to let the rice soak in a bit more moisture (you can add about a half-cup of parmesan cheese and some parsley at this point if desired).

Serve.

Like I said, easy recipe. Only a few spots where I might make notes:

You’ll notice there’s a lot of “if desired” in here. As I said, it’s a really versatile recipe and I imagine you could replace the chicken with a lot of other meats, especially, say, cooked prawns in place of cooked chicken. You could probably also use a less expensive mushroom, but you’d probably have to give it a little less time cooking, since chestnut mushrooms are a little sturdier than your average closed cap or button. I normally add in some frozen peas and skip the cheese and the parsley, but that latter mostly because there’s no decent dairy-free substitute for parmesan (the butter in this is enough, thanks) and parsley, while easy enough to do because of my thriving parsley plant, isn’t entirely my thing. Just play around with the recipe; as long as you’re doing the thing where you cook the rice until translucent before you start adding liquid, and add liquid in stages, you’re probably fine whatever you do.

It really is the early stages where this one can get painful; stirring raw risotto rice so that it all goes translucent-ish at about the same time without any of it burning takes a lot of effort. Thankfully the rest of the recipe mostly makes up for it, which is why 1-2 spoons. It’s a single-spoon recipe if you have some of the things that make life a lot easier in the kitchen (a mandoline for dicing the onion, an egg slicer for the mushrooms, using pre-prepared chicken so you don’t have to dice it on the day), and a two-spoon recipe if you don’t.

So there you have it - a slightly faffy but overall fairly simple recipe for a good solid rice dish. Let’s hear it for batch cooking!

[rabiesofficial]

drop the soup resippy

It’s just a knock off of Tuscany soup (zuppa toscana) but I make it basically like…

16 oz bacon toasted (cut it with scissors to make it bite piece before you cook) -> btw I made a vegetarian version of this, oyster mushrooms! Scoop out once cooked so they don’t overcook (both meat and mushroom)

Scoop out some of the bacon grease, (or put in more oil if you use oyster mushrooms) and then put in your spicy Italian sausage (or beyond sausage + maybe some appple cider vinegar, but a LITTLE or else it’ll come out TOO vinegar - gives an amazing spiciness). Scoop out once cooked so they don’t overcook.

Put in minced onions (about half an onion - I hate raw onions so I chopped them up real good so you can’t (feel it) let them semi-brown, then add minced garlic until it smells amazing (garlic is a personal choice, but a lot imo). Add 2 lbs of chicken broth (vegetable broth if vegan) and about 1.5lbs - 2lbs of water depending on how liquidy you want it - my family loves DRINKING soup, but if you’re more of a heart soup person, less water)

Once boiling, add about 2-5 potatoes, chopped into even quarter pieces, (depending on how many ppl you’re feeding) and let boil on a medium heat until you can poke it through with a fork ALMOST

Add about 1lb of kale, bite sized pieces so they’re easy to bite. Add your Beyond sausage/Italian sausage at the same time so it can get the flavor of it in the soup as the kale softens. You can also add your bacon/oyster mushroom now if you feel your soup doesn’t have enough flavor.

Next, (and last) add about 8 oz+ of heavy cream (this is more than most soup recipes call for, but like… y’know… holidays…) and let boil on very low heat all together. If you see white spots on the top of your soup, the heavy cream is separating from the fats, the soup is super done you can stop boiling.

You can add chicken bouillon(or vegetable) throughout the recipe to make sure the seasoning is good, but don’t add too much until you add the meats/oyster mushrooms in cause the flavor will intensify when you slow boil

The whole thing takes about an hour with prep included. Also I’m drunk so sorry if recipe is confusing difjfj.

Also, the only thing that stops me from labeling this recipe as vegan is I don’t know a good replacement for heavy cream, so if you can find a good replacement for that you have yourself a vegan recipe!

[freedformwriter]

So many checks: forecast, tide tides, sewage watchdog. It’s all clear this Tuesday lunchtime as I lock up the bike at the cliff’s edge and walk down the track to Walpole Bay. I’ve done plenty of prep before today too, wrestling my friend’s old bike out of her shed, hosing off the spiders’ webs, taking it to the rail station for a pump. I can’t budget a half hour round-trip walk on top of a swim. Another case of doing more because I can do less. I’ve been coming here for years, but with my still palpable thalassophobia, I’m newly in love with the enormous expanse of tamed seawater on offer. On a good day, you can see the bottom with its tapestry of green algae and gold sand. Lobsters live there. Possibly. You can only swim in the tidal pool for a few hours on either side of low tide. Otherwise, it’s just wild water with the added hazard of being sucked over the barrier.

Because of the time and the almost-sunny skies, I’m expecting the dry-robe brigade in full force. My temporary friends. But the pool is under the sole command of two men in red waterproof trousers power-hosing the barrier. A big job. An interwar leisure intervention, the sheer scale of Walpole Bay impresses me every time. I strip off and start the deceptively long walk along the barrier out to the first ladder. A woman and her child are looking for a lost frisbee in the furry shallows. I thought it would be easy to see, she explains. Water is deceptive like that. The ladders here are a sculptor’s dream, lovely high curved railings of rusted iron giving way to algae-smooth steps. I ease myself down the intervals into the chalky blue water. My body quickly adjusts to the summer cold water, and another world emerges, one of infinitely fluctuating cool colours broken only by a few brilliant pops of colour: a nearby container ship with crisp red and white writing, an angler poised on the water’s edge, and of course the two men with the deafening power hoses. Even they become a photogenic tableau poised between sky and water. I turn back toward the cliffs, their dullness gone to be replaced by a hyperreal glow. Now I can see my would-be tribe, a few laughing women in the carpark suiting up in neoprene and pink accessories. They don’t look ready to enter any time soon,

Half sunning myself on a concrete wall, I eavesdrop on a mother and her adult son as they disrobe. They debate the ecological value of birthday cards. Don’t think it will matter in the grand scheme of things, mum. A bead of water escapes my swim top and rolls down the channel of my backbone. The faffing swimmers are finally descending the ramp. They wear proper cosies and caps, with insulating boots and gloves. They even carry neon dry bags. How long are they preparing to stay in for? Perhaps they’re training for a big wild swim. I’m almost ashamed by my earlier idea of sharing a length with them. With the confidence born of protected feet, they forego the ladder entrance and step out into shallows. For about three steps. Then the shrieking begins. And continues for another ten minutes as they encourage each other on with hoots of laughter and playful splashes. Yeah, not what I was expecting.

[thebananniediariesbyannie]

let's talk recovery...and the many ways you can begin to refuel and recharge your body

*the topic of today’s video is recovery. this is from my perspective as a professional dancer and athlete, however, you don’t have to be a professional to gain insight from this post

✨ i ignored recovery for a while and just kept pushing and pushing myself until one day, i literally had nothing left to give. now, i take recovery very seriously. 💖 here are some ideas how you can incorporate recovery into your daily life or however it fits into your routine

keep reading! 👇

higherDOSE

let’s talk about why higherDOSE is an integral part of my recovery process

- the PEMF go-mat: i LOVE this device! this supports improved muscle recovery and makes me feel great after my workouts! the heat adds a relaxing touch. another reason why i love it…it helps me to sleep better. i’m a very bad sleeper so this is a game changer for me!

- the red light face mask - i not only love this mask because it’s helps my skin, but the red light is a total mood booster! one of my struggles as professional athlete is being in a positive mental space. it’s very easy for me to feel like i’m not good enough or i haven’t worked out hard enough. so having devices that help to boost my mood, seriously do so much for me! PLUS…i’m glowing once this mask is done working its magic!

- sauna blanket (not seen in today’s video) - i usually use my sauna mat on practice days. once my dance practice is over, i’ll spend about 40 mins in the sauna blanket and follow it up with a cold shower. this helps me to detox my body and also boost my mood tremendously!

#recoveryroutine #higherdosedetox #sportswellness @HigherDOSE

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a wholesome lifestyle and positive relationship with food

what i’m about to tell you will take a commitment to you and your body, but in my opinion it was totally worth it; meal prepping. meal prepping forced me to look at what I was eating and intentionally plan out my meals. this has led me to intake more wholesome foods that are nourishing to my body instead of stopping on-the-go and buying random breakfast sandwiches or fast food.

here’s how i did it…i first began by looking up recipes and seeing if there were healthier versions of foods i tend to be drawn to. for example, my dunkin donut and starbucks breakfast sandwiches are now replaced with breakfast sandwiches i learned how to make. i just take one out of the freezer the evening before, and in the morning i pop it in the air fryer…DONE

by no means am i a trained or chef, baker, or cook. i took some time to watch youtube, do some trial and error, and just figure out what recipes and meals worked for me. here are some websites and social accounts where i gained inspiration for recipes (keep in mind, sometimes i substituted some ingredients based on dietary restrictions, etc.). at the end of the day, you need to do what is right for your body.

want to shop cookbooks? here are some i love 👇

reading books and resting your brain

as a believer in resting your brain, taking a break from social media is not only a suggestion, but absolutely neccessary…(and yes, that’s coming from someone who uses social media as a positive platform). this quote (i did not quote it exactly…sorry…) can apply to A LOT…too much of a good thing isn’t always good.

let’s talk about why I (and many others) suggest taking breaks from social media:

it can be overwhelming and cause your brain to process a lot in short amounts of time

takes you away from the present moment and opportunities that are happening in the here and now

looking at accounts that make you feel less than, sad, or invaluable is going to bother you to a certain extent

taking in too much negative news could bring you into a bad thought process

mean people writing and commenting mean things on your posts or on posts of others can be damaging no matter how strong you feel you are

here are some positive accounts i like to follow:

what can you do instead of scrolling social media? here is my favorite idea…reading books. i’m talking paperback and hardcover books. not a nook, not another electronic device..a good “old-fashioned” book…and yes, an audiobook is also a good idea too! here are some of my current favs!

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[tinyshe]

Garden Report & Frugal Living 23.08.20

Harvest is in full swing as is the need to finish up winter prep in the pantry and in the garden. The mornings are starting to have just a wee bit of nip in the air. Time to air wash the jumpers!

The blackberries are harvested every other day and stuck in the freezer for now. Most of the berries will be turned into fruit leather this year. I did raspberry and peaches and forgot the apple sauce! Was dragging along, popped the berries and chopped peaches into the blender because I was not feeling very olympic (i like to use the foley = less air) but i forgot about incorporation of whirling air so looking at the pitcher it seemed right until i pulled the trays at mid point to check ... not enough bulk. That is what the applesauce does for the fruit leather and it was lacking because my brain was lacking. Hopefully next batches i will remember the sauce!!

Looking at the cider apples: fox welp is busting to ready but Queen Cox is lagging too far behind. That could change if we get a few more warm days and not rain. The elderberries are still blooming (?!) but i will be able to get a small harvest in a couple of weeks if the birds don't get there first! Sparrows are the worst.

The grow box is starting to come alive with the winter garden. It is so great to see those seedlings but need to get a cover over them so to save them from marauders. The sparrows are pulling up and sometimes chomping on the pea seedlings. Out of 20 seedlings, I now have 4. I have them in various large pots pulled up close to the house and are inter-planted but the little buggers spy them out.

Alcott was being super shy the other day and it was like, 'come out from under the coop, baby, so i can see you' (she usually comes to take a few mealworms from me). When she was lured out, i let out a gasp; overnight she had lost all her facial and comb colour. Its nothing serious like leporacy/disease, she's getting ready to moult (is now moulting) but it was so sudden and she hasn't slowed her laying pattern to clue me in. Bronte, not be out done, started dropping feathers but her colour remains up and bright. She is slowing in egg production. Little Rossetti don't care; she just happy to eat bugs and give an egg every couple of days and whine insistently at me when i'm watering because she wants out to get those greens that are growing in the pots. Still haven't gone to the beach to retrieve sand for them. Not strong enough to lift the buckets full of sand now so maybe I can get take out :) . Need to pull old shavings out this year and put fresh for the chicken coop. I have two bales tucked away from last year so that won't be a hard hit on the pocket book but I will have to replace those asap -- i like to keep stock of supplies because sometimes you can't get what you want when you want and if you can ... its ridiculously expensive. Waiting until all the festivals and faires are over as that the prices are up during those times of demands (but to get before the heavy rains start).

There is still time to get in a little garden if you have been on the fence, time to get off and give it a try. Most seed packets have a germ date and a maturity date so look before buying. Some things like brassicas are more hardy. Radishes are always a good choice (remember you can eat the greens and the roots). Some places will start discounting their seeds now as it is later in the year. You can also buy seed to save for next year, just make sure that they are stored properly to keep that germ rate high! Get going! Get growing! Nothing like the present -- its a gift, don't squander it :)

[marcholasmoth]

OSRR: 3148

the new training regimen with the kids went over well. i'm honestly kind of surprised. they're getting more work than the rest of the kids in their classes. but it's because they need the practice. if they want to keep up with their peers, they need to keep practicing. which is what i've given them. i'm bringing them dictionaries on wednesday so they can keep them and use them for their additional vocabulary as well as for if they're reading and don't know what a word means, they can look it up. it's what i did as a kid, and it worked for me pretty damn well.

that being said, i stayed a little later than i expected, but i got things written down and i'm honestly happy with how it went today. they're both smart kids. they need the opportunity to show it, and the means to get there. i told them today that i wouldn't give them things i didn't think they could do. i trust them and i know they'll rise to the challenge. plus there are things they can work on together, and for part of what i want them to do they have a long list of concrete examples of precisely what i'm looking for. and if they have questions, i'm always happy to clarify and be flexible. but we're gonna have timed multiplication tests and grammar quizzes on wednesdays and spelling tests on saturdays. i have a couple things i need to prep before wednesday, too. probably should do that for each week.

anyway, after that, i hopped in my car to go to the meeting, but when i logged on via the internet on the way there, i didn't hear what they were saying so that sucked, but the meeting ended long before i got there, so instead of going i just turned around and continued on with my day.

(just before the end of the meeting, joel spoke up and i was so happy to hear his voice! i just went, "joel!! :D" softly enough for everyone to ignore it, but i was so fuckin happy to hear his voice, even if i have no idea what on earth he was talking about.)

i went to the mall in search of a wallet-purse combo that wouldn't hurt my shoulder and could not possibly weigh more than five pounds. i ended up succeeding, but the wallet i found was... less than ideal. but, when i was all done there, i went to the game and toy store for shits and giggles, and i ended up discussing squishables with an employee who is now part of my department for the con. i told her i was head of arts and crafts and she volunteered to help as she's an art student. i introduced myself and she stared at me because her name is also molly. and her birthday is also in october. not the same day, but still. the arts and crafts department is now the molly department.

>:3

anyway, i was hungry, but the bathrooms were closed at the mall so i couldn't eat anything.

it was terrible.

but i had more things to find, so i went to walmart, where i found most of the things i was looking for, including a more suitable wallet, another ream of paper to replace the one i used yesterday, an expandable file folio for the kids work, little sockies in the right sizes, and an appropriate pair of conservative but fun earrings that would be appropriate for an interview. they're classy and modern and good for a short haircut like mine, and they're not outrageous or sparkly.

so that worked well.

i got home and sorted the spoils on the floor, and i got myself organized, and after cleaning that up and moving some boxes with the dolly, i went for dinner and ice cream with a friend from work, and we had a fun time. i like spending time with her. she needed stress relief and we got to bitch about perpetual annoyances at work and chat about our pets and discuss my unfortunate circumstances leading to my non-consumption of sushi.

it was fun.

i also brought food home for mom, and i sat down and watched tv with my parents, and while i was sitting there, simon jumped up on me and cuddled with me!! of course, i got some of his fur in my eyeball, which is fucking painful but not at all surprising, so i ended up coming up to bed early.

and then while i was just hangin out up here texting andrew, my fan died. the little motor burned out. thank you, tiny fan, for being such a trooper. i'll miss you, buddy. it's not the same without you.

anyway, i gotta go to sleep, im genuinely tired. i got a play to go to tomorrow! :)

[gingersnaaps]

"yes" is conditional

the whorification of y/n, courtesy of one kuroo tetsurou and his special... talents <3

wc: ~2.4k

tags/tw's(PLEASE READ): dubcon, expicit n*fw, brainwashing/conditioning, mindbreak, bimbofication, mental aphrodisiac, exhibitionism mentions, uh implied sexual slavery(there's a cage at the end??), corporate!setting, fem!reader with inner genitals,

a/n: written for @sugawara-sweetheart and her decadence collab!

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The movies always get it wrong.

Kuroo thinks it’s hilarious how far off the mark they can be, honestly. He’s seen countless renditions of what people think mind control is like, and it’s always so corny and contrived - it’s not like he forces anyone to do things they don’t actually want to. He just… makes suggestions.

Nobody actually knows where their own thoughts come from, do they? So it’s almost too easy to place a suggestion or two in the back of someone's mind and pass it off as their own idea.

Most of the time, people are all too happy to comply with these suggestions.

And Kuroo’s more or less content with the free drinks he receives, the frequent raises his boss dishes out, and the one-night stands he easily gets as a perk of his little power. He really does enjoy the gifts other people seem to drop into his lap and the temporary flings he always finds himself in.

But he’s bored.

He wants more. He’s had enough of the short-lived gratification every time he persuades another pretty girl to come home with him.

So when he sees you walk by his office window, with your head always ducked low and your modest outfits all prim and put-together, it’s out of a passing curiosity - just a whim - that he starts his experiment. He wants to know just how far he can go in suggesting ideas and replacing thoughts, just how deep he can reach, and you’re perfect. You’re an unassuming and quiet coworker, you don’t attract attention, and he can tell that you’re one of those good girls just from the way you flush and avert your gaze when he talks to you.

Besides, he’s always wondered what your ass would look like in tighter skirts. Or, alternatively, with no clothes on at all.

Kuroo decides to make a project out of you.

As the days pass, he makes sure to time his coffee breaks so they sync up perfectly with yours. He makes sure not to do anything too overt, though - he doesn’t make you give him your number right off the bat, or ask you out immediately, or even drop any compliments. He wants to play it a little more subtle this time.

You find that you can’t help but take note of him, partly due to his constant presence, but also because you just can’t seem to tear your eyes away. Suddenly, there’s an insistent urge in the back of your mind constantly telling you where to direct your gaze, a little voice that whispers out how good his collarbones look, or how his back muscles ripple out under his shirt when he stretches. Your eyes seem drawn to his - and every time you make eye contact, you start flushing furiously, a tingling warmth spreading down your spine and into your cunt.

When you pass by his office, all he has to do is flash a cheeky grin, wink, and just like that, your panties are fucking soaked. You don’t know why you’re no longer able to control yourself around him, but it must be natural, right? It’s normal to have a relationship with a coworker go from completely platonic to you fantasizing about him stuffing your cunt full, right?

If he’s going to be honest, Kuroo likes seeing how horny he can make you every time he’s close by. He likes the way your face heats up, the way that cute body of yours seems to tense up, the way you cross your legs a little bit tighter when he walks by.

It’s not hard to make up fantasies to put in your mind, either - Kuroo thinks about you nearly all the time, after all. So when he finds himself drifting off in his office, thinking of the way you’d moan and scream and mark up his back if he were to pound you into the mattress, or maybe of how your pretty face would look dripping with his cum as he grips your hair and fucks your face, he doesn’t mind sharing them with you. And the look on your face when he does - oh, baby, it’s so precious.

You must be barely more than a virgin with how absolutely ashamed you act.

And slowly, of course, your wardrobe begins to change. When you find yourself at the mall, you’re no longer looking for conservative sweaters and cardigans that disguise the shape of your body. Maybe you’ve just lost interest in that style, especially with the way you find yourself drawn to the more… vivacious section. Now, you find it empowering to sift through racks of the tightest skirts, of v-neck blouses that give away your cleavage whenever you lean over.

When you show up at work, legs clad in tight stockings and your breasts pushed tight up against your shirt, you feel almost proud when Kuroo sees the way you’re dressed. In fact, when you find your gaze drawn to his, looking into his dark pupils blown wide with arousal, you feel that intense, throbbing heat in your cunt flare up again.

You feel good. You feel happy. You dress this way because you want to.

And when he finally asks you out to dinner, it’s easy - almost second nature - for you to say yes. Why would you ever want to say no when you’ve been so fixated on him for the past few weeks, when your mind has been filled with the dirtiest, unspeakable thoughts, when you’re so undeniably attracted to him?

On that date, you can barely think straight.

You’re just so fucking turned on the entire time, aren’t you? You can’t stop thinking about the way his cock would feel dragging up against your tight, wet, heat, about how his fingers would feel methodically taking you apart, how the flat of his tongue would feel flicking up across your clit.

You don’t care about the food. You barely even notice how much the bill for the dinner comes to. All you can think about is him.

Kuroo finds it almost endearing how tightly you cling onto his side during the taxi ride to your place. He can feel how warm you are, your shallow breaths puffing in and out, the way you tremble when he brings a thumb up to caress your cheek.

His experiment was so fucking worth it. You’re putty in his hands, a little plaything he can mold and shape to his liking.

That night, you are very much to his liking.

You pull him out of the taxi, whispering into his ear how much you’d like to show him around, but he isn’t fooled. You’ve invited him up not because you want to give a tour of your living area, but because you need him, because you don’t really have a choice with the way he’s been conditioning you for the past few weeks.

Barely five minutes have passed before you drag him to your bedroom, stripping off every useless item of clothing off. “Please,” you whimper. “Fuck me. Please. Please. I want it so bad.”

He knows you’re telling the truth, and as he grasps your thighs with his large hands and spreads you until you’re open and dripping, he’s only too happy to oblige.

Sucking gentle kisses along the crook of your neck, he bites at your soft flesh, running his tongue up along your pulse point until you shiver. He reaches down, trailing his hand over your chest and tummy until he arrives at your clit, and rubs slow, feather-light circles that leave you squirming and shaking, bucking into thin air until he grabs your hips and holds them down firmly in place.

He knows you want more. He can tell by the way your puffy clit pulses, swollen and tender, and the way you mewl whenever his fingers brush against your entrance.

“More,” you whisper, eyes wide and pleading. “I need more. Please.”

His cock twitches at the ragged desperation in your voice, and he almost wants to draw it out for a bit longer. You make such a pretty picture - he wants to run his hands through your disheveled hair, all mussed up and soft, wants to hold your face, glowing with sweat and flushed pink, wants to sear how depraved you look into his mind forever.

But who is he to deny you when you’re begging so nicely?

Weeks of pent up frustration have left you so, so sensitive - after all, your short, stubby fingers can’t reach nearly as far as his can, and the angle he’s able to hit every time he curls his fingers in a come-hither there motion isn’t something you could ever replicate. It’s so easy to make you cum when you’re desperate, and he indulges you, making you cream around his fingers as he thrusts them deeper and strokes at your walls.

And when he’s done prepping you, Kuroo finds that fucking into a needy cunt is so much better than just a willing one. Your pussy, slick and dripping wet, almost seems to suck his cock into your hole, and the lewd moan that falls from your lips as he bottoms out sends heat rushing to his core. He goes slow and careful at first - he wants you to enjoy this, after all - but your pussy feels so good, so warm and velvety, that he can’t help but speed up and ram his cock into you until you’re squealing like a bitch in heat. It might feel better without the condom he has on in the way, but that’s okay - he’ll save fucking you raw for another day.

After that night, you only grow more eager. You start doing things you never would’ve even imagined prior to his little interventions - you send him nudes from the work bathroom, slutty pictures that show off the curve of your ass and your tits covered in lace, candid shots of your lips wrapped around your fingers, sucking on them like you would his cock, even pictures of your cunt right after you’ve been touching yourself.

And just days after he’d fucked you for the first time, you find yourself at the pharmacist picking up birth control. You want to feel him cum inside you, to paint your pussy white and stuff you full until his seed is dripping out of you and dirtying the sheets.

Most of all, you want to please him. You want to make him feel good so that he’ll fuck you, offer you some sweet relief from the persistent ache in your cunt that gets particularly intense whenever he’s nearby.

You let him fuck you almost anywhere, anytime. He bends you over the sink in public bathrooms, running his fingers along your folds, or sprawls you out on his lap in his car, his cock deep in your cunt. You don't really mind if other people see the two of you - as long as he's gripping your hips tight, bruising your cervix until your skin blooms black and blue, sticky drool leaking from the corners of your mouth - he could be showing your naked cunt off in the middle of Times Square for all you care.

Kuroo can’t help but beam with pride at the way your demeanor has changed as of late. You used to blush whenever he would make eye contact with you, and now you’re begging him to get you off during rush hour on public transportation.

He likes this new version of you very much.

-

Months go by, and you find that it gets harder to focus at work. Early on, it was easy to ignore the heat curling in your stomach whenever your thoughts drifted to Kuroo, but now the artificial glare of the screen gives you a headache, and the numbers and letters on the spreadsheets all seem to meld and jumble together until you can’t tell which is which.

You don’t really care about your boss’s performance review anymore. The customers can scream all they like. The most pressing concern on your mind, the one that you just can’t stop thinking about, is the insatiable need for Kuroo to fuck you, to lift you up against the wall and bounce you on his cock like a ragdoll.

Why would anything else matter?

To be completely honest, Kuroo hadn’t anticipated this particular side effect, but he supposes it makes sense that the more thoughts he replaces, the less original ones remain. There’s no longer as much of who you were before left, and - oh, Kuroo really shouldn’t be doing this to you, should he? But he finds that he doesn’t really care, doesn’t really mind, because you look so much better in your tight skirts, so much happier being the slut he’s slowly trained you to be.

He did like you for your personality - he really did. It was nice seeing you cute and quiet, but there’s just no room left for who you were anymore.

We’re all shaped and molded by our environment, aren’t we? The people we surround ourselves with, the places we grow up and live our lives in - it just happened that for you, your environment was Kuroo, and he did the work that society probably would have done anyway - albeit a bit differently, a bit more extreme.

Of course, he’s not delusional. He knows he’s responsible for the way you are now, so when you eventually get fired, he takes you in and lets you live with him. This way, you’re safe and warm and taken care of, and in exchange, he gets easy access to your cunt whenever he wants. There’s no more need for midnight calls or texts, because his pretty little fuckdoll is always waiting for him when he comes home.

He doesn’t have a spare room, but that’s not a problem. He lets you sleep on a couch at first, but the nice, comfy cage he orders for you comes in after just a few days. After all, he doesn’t want all his hard work to go to waste, and besides - you’re content with the few amenities your new accommodations offer: food, water, air, and cock.

Kuroo often finds himself admiring your pretty face, an expectant, needy expression plastered on your features and your eyes glazed over, stuck between the dirty metal bars like a dog waiting for a treat from its owner. He can’t help but think that this is how you were always meant to be, that this is the perfect relationship that makes both of you happiest.

Considering the state you’re in, you really don’t know any better, do you?

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[bakuhoes-dumbass]

ABERRATION BOYS BIRTHDAY SPECIAL!

A/N: Hello my nerds, today is my Birthday! So to celebrate my unfortunate birth, I'm doing a special scenario post for my Ab!Boys!

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What do the boys from Aberration get you for your birthday?! (GN!Reader!)

These are NOT cannon to the storline.

Warnings: VERY DARK CONTENT. Yandere Headcannons ahead. Mentions of skinning, non-con cum-eating and video recording, stalking, murder, mutilation, manipulation, etc. If you are uncomfortable with these types of things, DO NOT READ. Proceed with caution, as I do not feel bad if you choose to do so while being warned.

MINORS DNI

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Tokoyami

You're seated on the bed, staring at your simple but beautiful ankle bracelet Tokoyami bought for you. Smiling, you fiddle with the gems, entranced by the sparkle that reflects off them.

"Starlight?"

Your head snaps up to see your boyfriend sticking his head through the door way. A love-sick smile grows on your face. "Fumi, you're back!"

He chuckles before slipping through the door way and sits down on the bed, hands behind his back. "Do you remember what today is?" Your face scrunches up in thought before shaking your head. He sighs warmly at the cute look on your face. "Today's your birthday, my starlight. And I got you something."

Tokoyami moves his hands from behing him and your eyes light up upon seeing the book he hands you. "Fumi, thank you! It's beautiful." Your hand traces over the cover, following the lines of the ornate designs. "It looks so familiar..." you mumble.

Tokoyami swallows the lump in his throat. "It's one of a kind, love. Would you like me to read it to you?" He tries to steer the conversation away from your feeling of familiarity, not wantinf you to realize it's one of your old books from before he took you.

You nod excitedly and climb into his lap. His arms circle around you and hold you tight, as his thumb grazes over your anklet, eyes boring into the gems that track your every movement.

Kirishima-

"Happy Birthday to my Pebble~ Happy Birthday to my Pebble~"

You glare at the redhead smiling and dancing in front of you as you tug at your restraints. A low huff leaves your lips. "Can you stop? I don't want you celebrating my birthday."

Kirishima stops dancing and gives you a puppy-dog stare. "But why? It's the day my beautiful wife was born! It should be a day to rejoice!"

"Kirishima, I'm not your wife! I'm nor your girlfriend! I'm not anything to you!" You sit up in the bed you were restrained to, only able to move so far forward. "You drugged me, kidnapped me and are currently holding me against my will."

Kirishima watches with a mixture of sadness and anger at your defiant attitude. He hates it when you struggle. He doesn't understand why you're so reluctant to be here! With him! Your husband! That's when he remembers your gift.

"Oh! This is a perfect time to give you your birthday present!"

He drops to his knees and crawls under the bed. You hear rummeging underneath you and your terror spikes. You knew what he kept under the bed, so this couldn't be good. As he comes back up, he's holding a pair of black leather cuffs.

"Surprise! I got you new cuffs!" He climbes onto the bed and straddles you. "These are so cool because instead of being just normal cuffs, they have these two little metal rivets that will shock you whenever I want!"

Your eyes widen and your mouth opens to scream. Kirishima is quick, however. He grabs your face with his hand, hardening it so your scream is muffled. His face geta closer to yours, that sickening grin never leaving.

"Baby, you don't like it? Do you want something else? Don't worry! I have another gift in mind. How about a fresh, bloodied heart that was ripped out of the chest of that mean boss of yours?"

Hawks

"You see this right here?" Your cowroker holds her hand out, showing you and your fellow employees her brand new diamond ring. "He finally proposed! It was about time. It took him awhile to get an ACTUAL ring worthy of me, though. But it's so expensive and beautiful, EEP!"

Keigo watches as you roll your eyes for the thousandth time. He could tell you were getting annoyed, and I mean, who wouldn't? Your coworker has always been a complete bitch to everyone, a lot directed at you.

"Oof, it just sucks that Y/N can't seem to find someone. That's probably the only way they'll be able to look a little less," she looks you up and down. "Er, homeless."

Keigo watches from his perch as you flip her off snd walk away. His hands clench tightly into fists, desperately wanting to knock a bitch out. That's when it hit him. It was your birthday today! And now he knew just what he wanted to gift you.

~~~

"Bye guys, and thank you!"

You wave to your friends after they drop you off at home. They had taken you out for dinner for your birthday and you bad fun. Definitely something you needed after the crappy morning you had.

As you walk up to your door, you notice a small package waiting for you outside. You smile, wondering of it was your long distance partner sending you a birthday gift. You carefully open the package, but once you see the contents, a scream is ripped out of your throat and you stumble away from the box.

Inside, what a severed finger with an absolutely beautiful diamond ring still on it. You failed to notice a small blood-covered note flitter to the floor.

'Happy Birthday, babybird. I hope you like it.'

Tamaki

Tamaki stares at you from behind a tree. He's been following you for a few hours now, just basking in all your wonderful glory. He stares at you with nothing but pure love and adoration in his eyes, wishing he could actually get up the nerve to speak to you.

Finally you're off of work and headed home. He really hates seeing you talk to all those really pretty people. What if you were to get a partner?! That wasn't him?! He whimpers at the thought, hands clenching and unclenching.

"Y/N!"

The sound of your name snaps him out of his thoughts. He watches as your friend, whom he deemed not-a-threat yet, skip up to you.

"Are you doing anything for your birthday tomorrow?"

Tamaki's face turns pale. Your birthday! How could he forget the most important day of his life?! The day his precious bunny was born. You would be so disappointed in him. He reluctantly scrambles away from his hiding spot and runs home to get your gift.

~~~

"Oh?"

You stand in your doorway, a package sitting on your front steps. You tilt your head in curiosity and pick it up. Opening it up, you find the most adorable stuffed bunny you've ever seen. And a note.

"Y/N, Happy Birthday! I hope you like this bunny, I thought if you when I saw it. Love, your secret admirer."

You squeal slightly and hug the soft fluff, thinking this was from your flirty coworker. You bring it up to your room and sit it on your bed next to your other stuffies.

Tamaki stares at the screen on his phone, his face bright red at the hug you gave the stuffed bunny. It actually felt like you were hugging him! His happiness was through the roof. He knew you would love it!

But his attention now is back on you as he watches you slowly take your clothes off, one by one, to get ready for bed. His tongue practically falls out of his mouth, watching your bare back closely.

One day, he swears he won't have to watch through the camera.

Overhaul

Chronos watches you closely over the top of his book. You glare at him with tears in your eyes while huddled up in the furthest corner of your human sized cage. Hugging your knees tighter to your chest, you turn your gaze away with a sniffle.

"You know the boss wouldn't want you to cry on your birthday."

You roll your eyes and grip you legs tighter. "I doubt someone who keeps a human in a cage really cares about when they want to cry." You sigh. "Besides, he probably doesn't even give a shit if it's my birthday. I don't even give a shit, at this point."

"Of course I care."

The hair on your body stands up on end as the voice of your captor appears. Fear shoots through you upon seeing his masked face. In one hand he has a gift bag, the other stuffed in his pocket.

"Why wouldn't I care about my pet's birthday?"

He squats to unlock the cage and gestures you over with his finger. You swallow the lump in your throat and crawl out to him, knowing the consequences if you don't follow his rules. He sits down in his chair and pats the side of his thigh for you to kneel next to him.

He opens the gift bag and pulls out a dog collar. A part of you wanted to gag at the thought of being collard to this maniac. But another part of you couldn't help but think how absolutely gorgeous and expensive this collar looked.

"Oh, it's beautiful... Master." You wanted to slap yourself for calling him that, but you had no choice. The last thing you want is to be punished.

Kai hums with approval at your words before buckling the collar around your neck. He finsihes it off with a small padlock to the back, so no one can remove it except for him. A gloves finger grazes over your neck in admiration before looking over to Chronos.

"Prep them for a routone cleaning."

The calmed state you were in was once more replaced by terror. "No, please Master! I've been good, I promise! Please dont do this!" You scramble backwards, away from the two masked men. But Kai was quick and hooked his fingers under your collar, dragging yoi back to him.

"You know this is a must, pet. I need to make sure every inch of you is cleansed before I send any more time with you." He taps the side of your collar with his free hand. "And there is no use attempting to run away. This will forever track any movement you make from here on out."

Kai throws your body over to Chronos, who throws your struggling self over his shoulder.

"Oh, and Happy Birthday, my pet."

Shoto

"Darling~"

You stir in your bed, hearing your boyfriend's voice.

"Darling, wake up~"

Eyes open to see a blurry red and white haired man softly smiling down at you. You stretch your body out and yawn with a cute smile.

"Mmmm Sho, good morning~"

Shoto sighs softly, admiring your beautiful features. "Guess what day it is today. It's a very special day."

You tolt your head, trying to remember the exact date but you are the sure. It's been while since time actually mattered.

"It's your birthday, darling! Happy Birthday! I've got something fun planned for you~"

You sit up, your chains rattling against the bed frame. "You do? I'm so excited! What is it?"

Shoto holds up his black card. "We're going shopping. I'll be getting whatever your heart desires."

Your eyes widen. "Wait, does that mean I actually get to go out? Really?!"

Shoto's smile falters before returning to a softened look. Slight guilt flashes in his eyes. "Darling, you know I can't let you go outside. It's not safe. No, we're doing online shopping~" Shoto grabs his phone and crawls behind you, sitting you in his lap. "Here lets look through some sights and get you some cute stuff."

"I want my darling to have everything they want, so they don't want to leave~"

Dabi

"Mouse."

You stay huddled up in the corner of the room, knees to your chest, not even daring to look at him. Dabi frowns at your defiant behavior. He knows he took you without your permission, but that was so long ago. Shouldn't you have been broken in by now?

"Little Mouse."

You continue to rock back and fourth on the floor, chains clanking together. Dabi sighs, annoyance starting to eat at him. He walks over to you and grabs yoi by the throat, lifting you up.

"You are to respond when I'm speaking to you. Understand?" You let out a little squeak and quickly nod your head with widened eyes. He sits you down on the bed and gives you a lazy smile. "That's better. Now, I have something for you."

He opens the closet door to bring out a box. He places it in front of you. "Happy Birthday, my little mouse."

"Oh, yeah. That's today." You mumble quietly. Kmowing Dabi, this gift was going to have some sort of catch but curiosity got the better of you. But curiosity turned into regret immediately as you throw the lid and scream.

Inside the box were a pair of boots. But they weren't jusf any pair of boots, they were handmade. It was human skin staples together, making them look just like Dabi himself.

"What, does my little mouse not like them?" He smirks before climbing on the bed. He grabs your legs and pulls you down towards him with a manic look on his face.

"That's fine. How about I burn my name into you instead?"

Bakugo

"KATSUKI!"

You jolt up in bed, suddenly awakened by a nightmare. Looking next to you, you see your boyfriend's side of the bed empty. A whimper escapes your lips as yoi trt to calm your racing heart.

"Angel?!" The door to the bedroom slams open, Bakugo's quirk popping in his hands and waiting to attack whomever touched his precious angel. He looks around frantically but notices nothing except your heavy breathing and sweat covered body. "Are you alright? What happened?"

You motion towards him with a sniffle and grabby hands. "I had a dream that you locked me back up in the basement again for days, without you." He comes sits next to you on the bed and pushes the hair out of your sweat covered face. "It was dark and silent and terrifying. Please don't do that again! I would miss you! I've been good, I promise!"

Bakugo sighs and pulls you into a hug. "I know, Angel. You've been doing so well, I'm so proud of you." He plants a kiss on your head as you relax into his arms. "I have a surprise for you actually. Stay right here."

You nod your head, watching him leave the room for a moment, your ankle tugging on the chain that attached you to the bed. I mean, it's not like you would get very far. Bakugo comes back in with a plate of cake and a candle.

"Happy Birthday, my beautiful angel."

Your eyes light up as he sets the piece of cake in front of you. You blow out the candle and take a bite, savoring the taste. "Kats, this is so good! The cake is so fluffy and the frosting is creamy and sweet. Thank you!"

Bakugo watches you with a lovesick grin on his face. He goes to adjust the tightness in his pants as he watches you devour his specially made cake without hesitation.

Denki

"Yeah, it's been super weird. I've been finding these little pieces of jewelry on my bed almost every night the past week."

You continue cleaning the counter as you explain to your cowroker the weird things that have been happening to you. She gives you a strange look.

"Are you sure you haven't misplaced your jewelry on your bed and just forgot?"

You turn your head to give her a dumbfounded look. "Uh, yeah. I think I would remember putting jewelry I've nevee seen before on my bed at the same time every night."

"Well, I don't know! It's just so weird. I don't have any other rational explanation." She suddenly gasps. "What if you have a stalker?!"

"Shh, don't say things like that." You hiss at her but a part of you is wondering if that might be true.

After your shift ends, you wave goodbye and begin your journey home. Unbeknownst to you, an energetic blonde watches as you walk home, excited for you to see your final birthday gift.

Once you step through the door of your house, something feels off. Having a weird feeling, you immediately but slowly make your way to your bedroom and turn on the lights. That's when you see a small but long white box placed on your bed, this time with a note. You carefully open the box to reveal a gorgeous necklace with a small black and yellow lightning bolt charm. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you reluctantly open up the note, hoping to finally uncover some answers.

"Happy Birthday, my dear. You can call me Kaminari. And soon, you will be all mine."

Midoriya

*Click*

You turn around upon hearing the closing of a camera shutter but see nothing. Thinking it's all in your head, you shrug and continue to walk to your parents for your birthday dinner.

"Shit, that was too close." Midoriya mumbles under his breath as he hides in a set of bushes just beyond your vision. He scrolls through his camera roll, looking through every single shot to make sure he's got what he needs.

"These aee perfect! Oh they're going to love it!" He checks to make sure you're long gone before he scrambles out of his hiding spot and runs home to make your gift.

~~~

You unlock the door to your house and step inside with a sigh. As much as you love your birthday and seeing your family, sometimes they can be a little much. Now it's time for you to sit back and relax. You change into your pajamas and turn on your comfort movie with a drink in hand, when suddenly your doorbell rings.

"Who the hell is here at 10 at night?"

You carefully peek through the peep hole in your door, not seeing anyone. Slowly, you open the door and look down to see a neatly wrapped gift. You know you probably shouldn't take a strange gift off of your doorstep, but curiosity gets the better of you.

Taking it back to your livingroom, you open it to reveal a scrapbook. Anxiety raises through your body as you open the first page. Eyes widen in horror the further you flip through, non-consentual pictures taken of you and your family litter the pages. Not only are there ones from being out in public, but private, intimate moments that no one should have seen. But the moment you found a lock of your hair glued to one of the pages was the moment you called the police.

Shinso

Shinso squats infront of you as you stare at him with dead eyes.

"Kitten, I have a surprise for you today."

You shake your head, mumbling. "I don't want it."

Shinso caresses your cheek with his hand before giving it a quick slap. You try ti3 jerk your head away but he grips your cheeks, squishing them together. "Stop being a brat, you don't even know what it is yet. Now, stand up."

You don't even get a chance to stand up yourself as Shinso hauls you up by your face. "I'm taking you out for your birthday."

Your eyea widen in fear and you shake your head. "N-No, please. I'd rather stay here. L-Let's do something together here. Please."

Shinso clicks his tongue. "Come now, kitten. I'm letting you go outside. We don't do this very often, it's a special treat. Is it not?"

You shake your head. "Please, no, everytime you take me out you-"

You go silent, mind fogged over and once again, under his control. There are moments when he mind-controls you to where you don't remember anything the morning after and those moments are awful. But when he feels like being extra cruel? He finally takes you outside, taking you out to eat, to see a movie, to go shopping. You're under his control the entire time but you remember everything. You are right there, fully aware of whats happening around you but can't do anything to ask for help, to save yourself. And it's terrifying

A tear rolls down your cheek as you follow him out the front door, his hand in yours. He smirks, knowing you could never leave him.

"Happy Birthday, Kitten."

[townofcrosshollow]

Twine Sugarcube 102: Stats n’ Stuff

Finally, the long awaited sequel to my original Twine tutorial! Long awaited by me, because I’ve been meaning to make another one but I just haven’t gotten around to it. If you need a refresher on what that tutorial covered, feel free to go check it out here. But now, it’s time to talk a little bit about stats!

As usual, the tutorial (below the cut) should be perfectly beginner friendly and explain everything you’ll need to know to implement this into your game, although it might be a bit long! It’ll also include a bit at the end telling you how to install and use custom macros. Enjoy!

In Twine, there’s no distinct thing called a ‘stat.’ You store stats the same way you’d store information about what the player chose to eat that morning or whether they picked up an item. Using variables. Variables, if you don’t recall, are little pieces of information that can vary over time. In Twine, they’re represented by a $ before the variable’s name- so $health might be how you track a player’s health, and $hasKey might be how you track whether a player has a key.

Setting Stats

So, let’s say we want to track a stat called.... $stat. Well, first, we’re going to have to set that stat. Sugarcube has a bunch of “special passages” that do special things in the game, such as adding text or links to the sidebar. In our case, we’re looking to name a passage “StoryInit.” Whatever code is contained in this passage will run silently in the background as soon as the player opens the game, which means it’s great for setting defaults.

This is where you’ll decide what numbers you want to use to track stats. You might go for something like numbers from 0 to 100, but personally I’m going to use numbers from 0 to 1 (for easier compatibility with the meter macro I’ll introduce later on!). We’re going to start halfway through, as a sort of “neutral” that the player starts with. So, in the StoryInit passage, we’ll add this:

<<set $stat to 0.5>>

Simple enough. But how do we edit that number? Let’s say we give the player two options to proceed, with the first increasing $stat and the second decreasing $stat. All we have to do is add a setter to our link. This is what normal links in Sugarcube look like:

[[Option 1|Passage1]] [[Option 2|Passage2]]

To add setters to those links, we just have to insert two square brackets between the last set and add what we might add to a <<set>> macro. So like this:

[[Option 1|Passage1][$stat += 0.1]] [[Option 2|Passage2][$stat -= 0.1]]

In case you don’t remember, the “+=“ means that the engine will add 0.1 to the current value of $stat, and then replace $stat with the result. So if a player chooses option 1, their value of $stat will now equal 0.6, and if they choose option 2, it’ll equal 0.4.

Using Stats

Now that we know how to change a player’s stats, though, how are we going to implement it? Well, of course, we can use the <<if>> macro to show different text to players with different stats. Let’s say we want a character to say two different lines of dialogue based on whether the player has 0.6 or more in a stat or if they have less than that. We might do something a bit like this:

<<if $stat gte 0.6>>\ “This is a line of dialogue!” <<else>>\ “This is another line of dialogue!” <</if>>\

“gte” means “greater than or equal to,” the same as >. If the stat is greater than or equal to 0.6, the game will display that line of dialogue. If not, the macro will continue down and display what’s under the “else” instead.

That’s all well and good, but if you’re including stats in your game, you probably want to implement more than just cosmetic changes. A common idea is to make certain options only available to players with high enough stats, or make an action’s success or failure depend on their stats. To achieve that, we’ll use a combination of links and the <<if>> macro.

First, here’s an example where the link will bring you to a different page depending on your speed stat. It will display the link “Run!” and the <<if>> macro will test whether the player has a speed of 0.6 or higher. If they do, they will be redirected to the passage “Escape.” If not, they will be redirected to the passage “Caught.”

<<link ‘Run!’>>     <<if $speed gte 0.6>>\         <<goto ‘Escape’>>\     <<else>>\         <<goto ‘Caught’>>\     <</if>>\ <</link>>\

Here’s another example that uses similar methods to tell whether you’re good enough, but instead of redirecting to different pages, the option will only be available if you’ve got the right stats.

<<if $speed gte 0.6>>\ [[Run!|Escape]] <</if>>\

The problem with that sort of method is that if players don’t know they missed out on something, they can be less likely to replay the game. So instead, we can try putting grayed out text where the link would be, indicating to the player that they need better stats to proceed. Remember to add a class like “gray” or “grayed-out” to your stylesheet to change the colour of that text. We’ll also add a little indicator to the link to show them what stat they need to improve to proceed in this way.

<<if $speed gte 0.6>>\ [[Run! (Speed 60)|Escape]] <<else>>\ <span-class=‘grayed-out’>Run! (Speed 60)</span> <</if>>\

But how does a player know if they have a high enough stat to proceed? Well, you can always display it on the screen by just typing $stat. That will show the pure number, meaning “$stat%” would show “60%” if $stat were set to 60. But if you want something fancier, you can instead use a meter! And I’m going to use this as an opportunity to explain...

Installing and Using Custom Macros

If you want to do something cool that isn’t part of the basic Sugarcube format, chances are, somebody might have made a custom macro for it! In this case, we’ll be using the Meter Macro Set by ChapelR.

These custom macros are surprisingly easy to install. All you need to do is open your game’s Javascript (in the same menu as the stylesheet). In the case of this macro, we’ll click the “minified” option, copy it, and paste it all into our Javascript file. With some macros you’ll also need to add code to the stylesheet, but not this one. Installation done! Now Twine knows how to create meters!

Most custom macros are pretty easy to use and will list instructions below- typically you just have to add some variables in and it’ll work right out of the box. This one is a bit harder and requires some prep, so let’s go through it step-by-step.

Remember StoryInit? Open that back up again, cause we’ll need to use it. By running the <<newmeter>> macro in StoryInit, it’ll set up the meters we’ll be displaying on screen.

<<newmeter 'Stat' $stat>>      <<colors 'gray' 'gray' 'white'>>      <<sizing '50%' '2em'>>     <<label Stat black center>> <</newmeter>>

So what we’ve created there is a meter that tracks the $stat variable. It is titled “Stat” so that we know how to reference it later. The colours section determines what parts of the meter are different colours, the sizing determines how wide and tall it is (50% wide, 2em tall), and the label section creates a red label in the center of the macro that says ‘Stat.’ All of those sub-sections are optional, so if you don’t need a label or you’re happy with the default size, feel free to leave them out.

Now whenever we want the player to see that meter, such as in a dedicated stats page, we’ll just have to type this:

<<showmeter ‘Stat’ $stat>>

And voila, we have a meter!

...admittedly, it’s not the nicest looking meter. But with these tools you can surely make something magnificent!

I hope this tutorial was helpful! This topic is the one I see asked about the most, so I figured I would step in and see if I could give people a hand with it. Of course, as always, if you have any questions about what I talked about here or about any other Twine-coding-related stuff, feel free to send me an ask and I’ll be happy to give you some pointers! Twine is a really fun program to code with, and I hope this inspires some folks out there to give it a shot as well :’)

[sugamamacustard]

Rut

Pairing: Alpha! Tetsuro Kuroo x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Atsumu Miya x Omega! Reader, Alpha! Kiyoomi Sakusa x Omega! Reader

Genre: NSFW

Request: Hi, custard💕 your writing is soso wonderful! Can I request headcanons about alpha!Kuroo, alpha!Atsumu, alpha!Sakusa (separately) going into rut with his fem!omega!S/O?

Summary: You and your alpha have been through so much together, but how are the reacting when their rut hits?

Author’s Note: Holy wow guys, going through my requests, there’s a lot of Sakusa ones. So I caved and decided this is a good a place as any to start with him! And thank you so much! 

I’m vibrating bc I just got accepted into Uni and just-

Requests: Open!

WARNING: Smut, Daddy Kink in Atsumu, slight bondage in Sakusa’s. Please give me some daddy kink asks

Tetsuro Kuroo

➵Ah yes, thirst asks. One of my favorites- even if I try keeping up the innocent writer façade. I’m not. My other blog has some filthy smut on it. 

➵ Anyway, moving on. 

➵    Kuroo is a rough lover as is. He teases, he drags you along a long, long road for you orgasm, pounding you into the mattress. and drawing all sorts of pathetic mewls out of you.

➵It’s okay to drool.

➵It’s just his alpha instincts that make him want to mark you from tit to toe. 

➵He, on a normal basis, bites you and claws your hips anyway, but when his rut hits?

➵He’s feral. 

➵ There will be bite marks littered up and down your spine and bruises practically imprinted on your hips. 

➵You better believe you are not leaving your nest until his rut is done. You are stuck. 

➵Though he’s always ears open incase you need to tap out, his alpha always always putting you first.

➵But if you stick through it?

➵He is rough and feral and pounding into your poor abused entrance until your sobbing. 

➵ You most likely have to plan for his rut two weeks in advance 

➵Which is hard between dancing around his pre-rut symptoms and prepping yourself for what is sure to be a week of pure, filthy sex. 

➵Okay let’s side bar into Pre-rut bc I don’t think I went into a lot. 

➵Tetsuro’s Pre-rut isn’t terrible. He mostly just sticks around as often as he can, growling at anyone who steps too close to you, feeding you his lunch, scenting you constantly. 

➵Definitely one of the better ones to have during this time, I tell ya. 

➵But of course, he makes it a little difficult while your trying to discreetly stock up on easy grab snacks and water jugs. 

➵Kenma helps out a lot though, he honestly is probably your best friend is your dating Kuroo.

---

The hand around your throat kept you pinned to the plush bottom of your nest. Your mewls and moans were muffled but at this point you couldn’t hear them, even if you wanted too, through the blood rushing through your ears. Your hips hurt with how hard Tetsuro was gripping them, pulling you in time with his thrusts. 

“Fuck kitten.” His growl had you gushing slick around his cock, making him, in turn, growl lower. His hips were moving at such a rapid pace, you couldn’t see them, even if you wanted to. All you could do was feel his cock drag in and out of your gushing hole, pleasure wringing your stomach like a wet towel. 

“Alpha- Alpha, gonna- gonna cum on your- your- holy FUCK-” You turned your head to bite the pillows beneath you, feeling yourself tighten around Tetsuro. He sunk his teeth into your mating mark, making you gasp as you came with a loud whimper, pushing back onto him as he continued fucking you within an inch of any actual thoughts. 

Just your alpha and how good he was making you feel. 

You felt his hips still as a warm load of cum shot into you, filling you to the brim and making you hum in bliss.  Tetsuro chuckled, unlatching from your neck and lapping at the pearls of blood poking through. He allowed you to catch your breath before pulling you to sit on his thighs, cock still buried deep inside of you-- his knot just barely staying out. 

“Good kitten. Now, let’s see if I can fuck some pups into you.”

Atsumu Miya

➵Alright, let’s set the seeds of how I imagine one of the Miya’s in bed. 

➵Atsumu absolutely adores the earth you walk on. 

➵Even if he had to fight Osamu for you in the beginning. It was all worth it. 

➵He treated you well, worshipping you in bed. There is never a time he hasn’t had you quivering because of his tongue. 

➵He, however, is also such an asshole in the bedroom. 

➵Like yes, he’s pulling you to sit on his face, but yes, he’s also edging you until your sobbing and grinding your self against him. 

➵If your riding him, he’s suddenly holding your hips down and making you cockwarm him while he does some sort of shit on his phone. 

➵If he’s holding you missionary, he can just as quickly can pull you into a mating press, locking your arms between your chest and knees, absolutely pounding into your poor entrance. 

➵ So while Atsumu can be generous and can absolutely worship you, he also can and will be a huge asshole. 

➵His rut doesn’t make it any better. 

➵He just gets worse.  

➵He either makes you sob with pleasure or beg for something. 

➵Like, you thought Atsumu would be the horny, needy, whiny one?

➵You thought wrong. Atsumu knows exactly how to turn his hormones against you, make them work for him

➵Side bar once more: Atsumu’s pre-rut? SUCKS-

➵Sorry not sorry. 

➵This man prolly doesn’t realize his rut is approaching until you pop into the gym, excusing him from practice for the week.

➵He doesn’t care about it before that. Sorry man.

---

“Is your alpha’s cock not enough for you?” His voice was silky as he hissed at you, fingers clawing at your hips, keeping you perched just above his knot. “I thought I was the horny one.” 

You whimpered above him, hands clawing his shoulders as you struggled to hold yourself up. You didn’t want to disappoint daddy, did you?

A harsh smack to your ass had you yelping, throwing your head back as you cried out a mix between a chirp and a moan. 

“Answer Daddy when he’s talking to you.” 

“I’m sorry Daddy- so sorry! I promise to be good. Be good for Daddy. Patient and good. Daddy’s cock fills me so nicely-”  You yelped when another smack stung your ass cheeks, making you shut your mouth. 

Atsumu grumbled into your chest, loosening his grip ever so slightly before pulling you up, quickly slamming you down before repeating the process. He ignored any protest you gave, instead chasing his own release. Slick dripped between your thighs, coating his own thighs as well. 

“Is my prince(ss) making a mess of themselves?” He snickered, keeping his pace as you built up to your orgasm. You nodded wildly, trying to keep up with his brutal pace. 

“Just for daddy!” You yelped, throwing your head onto his shoulder. “Daddy- gonna-gonna cum!” 

You nearly cried when he stopped, feeling him chuckle into your chest.  

“Not yet, sweet cheeks. After all...This week is all about daddy.” 

Kiyoomi Sakusa

➵Sakusa, Sakusa, Sakusa. Where do I begin with you sweet prince. 

➵ You know what, we’ll start with our sidebar. 

➵It’s not you prepping. It’s him. He like- hardcore- nests. Like he’s the alpha, yeah, but there’s so many things he has to prep.

➵Like your nest? All the blankets have to be sanitized and re-scented and the pillows have to be washed and re fluffed-

➵His room (Where you keep one of many nests) has to be cleaned and reorganized and he has to restock your snack stash and purify the water jugs-

➵God he just has so much to do okay-

➵Sex itself is just a lot of work for poor Sakusa.

➵He’s come a long way though. 

➵Only for you though. 

➵I can imagine Omi being super into Toys because less... ya know... 

➵He’ll still fuck you until your knees wobble and knock together, but he’s also into the little bullet vibrators that he can hold onto your nipples or clit (Dependent) 

➵His rut makes these unacceptable. His alpha won’t allow it. 

➵He can pleasure you just fine without the use of toys, 

➵I can also imagine he’d be super into, like, face to face positions so he focus on your beautiful features instead on the mess below you guys. 

---

Your wrists were bound above your head with your knees pressed to your chest. The smell of alcohol was pungent under the stench of sex, making your nose scrunch.  Omi was keeping you pinned, thrusting in slow, calculated thrusts, grinding against you with ever pull. 

You were whimpering with every pull and push of Omi’s cock against your walls, teasing you in the most aggravating, but delicious, way.   

You could see the way he eyes your every reaction, beautiful eyes blown with lust tracing every facial feature of yours. Watching every reaction you gave him. Watching you. 

He grunted when your walls clutched him a little too tightly, slowing his thrusts a little more. “So good to me omega, letting me use you any way I want. “ 

He hissed when the praise seemed to do nothing but clutch him tighter, teetering him even closer to the edge. He wouldn’t give in, pulling out completely, instead replacing his dick with his fingers and teasing your sweet spot (He could practically pinpoint it at this point). 

Slick coated his fingers, making him smirk as you withered against him. Turns out, you were just as close as he was, if not closer.  

“Now, let’s see how good I can be to you.”

[theepisceswriter]

HOW/WHEN THEY LIKE TO FINGER YOU (Eren, Jean, Connie, Porco, Armin)

Synopsis: The usual setting AOT men like to finger you in and their styles of fingering, if that makes sense

TW: Mature things obviously, typos because I didn’t edit, fem!reader, semi-public sex for Connie, 18+, MINORS DNI or I’ll have Zeke turn you into a Titan

EREN (in between sex, during his cool down to keep you stimulated)

In between sessions during sex when Eren needs time to recuperate and realistically get erect again, he’s quick to make use of this time by pleasuring you instead of just sitting there boringly and usually he opts for his fingers to do just the job.

You know it’s time to move from his cock to his fingers when he’s laying there with a thin sheet of sweat glistening his skin and long strands of hair stuck to his forehead while he’s trying to catch his breath from the mind blowing orgasm you just gave him. He lays there for a minute to catch his breath before he’s swooping his arms underneath you and pressing your body against his and moving your legs open with his knee to expose your cunt to him that’s still glistening with his cum.

Uses his cum as an extra lubricant when he slips his fingers into you at a painstakingly slow rate just to tease you until his fingertips are brushing against your cervix because they’re that long and he knows exactly what angle to go in at to get them to go that deep.

He keeps you pressed up tight against his body so he can feel every squirm and moan that vibrates through your body with each thrusts of his fingers; opting for slow long strokes so you can feel every inch of them inside of you.

“What an impatient slut, I can feel your insides trying to suck me in more. Just when I thought you couldn’t get any more needy tonight.” Such a meanie, but you could care less when every word that’s being spoken is against the sensitive skin of your nipples. The vibration of Eren’s words and temperature of his tongue sending shivers up your spine and wetness dripping down the knuckles of his fingers.

Your body is so sensitive and responsive to him that three more pumps of his fingers would’ve sent your insides warming up with the arrival of your orgasm, but the clenching of your walls around his fingers has him removing them out of you and replacing them with his now erect cock without warning. Ramming into you to make up for the orgasm he most likely just ruined for you.

“I want you creaming all over my cock tonight, not my fingers.” And trust me, you end up doing just that.

CONNIE (in the car)

Connie’s sex drive is a wild one simply for the fact that it hits him at the most random times without him even knowing. It’s not his fault that you’re just so sexy that you make any mundane task look appeasing and makes him get in the mood easily. Everything about you as a person just turns him on and gives him love boners.

It’s not uncommon for him to get horny in the middle of nowhere like while the two of you are driving home and pull into a nearly empty parking lot just so he can touch and caress your whole body.

He’ll pull you on to his lap in the driver’s seat and position you so your ass is directly on his lap, but your legs are laid out against the steering wheel and middle compartment so you can be comfortable. And yes, he leaves the aux cord plugged in so you two can have background music because he’s extra like that.

He doesn’t bother warming you up or paying attention to any of your other body parts before he’s diving into the main course head on; moving your panties and pants to the side and wetting his fingers with his mouth before rubbing them against your clit and plunging them into you.

His pace is fast and ruthless right off the bat to hear those sweet moans that are music to his ears leave your lips since he can’t watch your face contort with expressions of pleasure because he’s so focused on your glistening pussy and making you feel good. Only glancing over at you every now and then with a teasing smirk on his lips to mock your moans and tease you with phrases like, “Does that feel good baby girl? You like having my fingers knuckle deep in your pussy out in public where anyone can see like the slut you are don’t you?”

Of course his windows are tinted specifically for moments like this, but still he teases you with the threat of anybody who’s walking by being able to tell what the two of you are doing because he’s a menace to society like that and can tell the thought of being caught or somebody possibly knowing is making you wetter and wetter.

He’s not stopping at one orgasm either, fingers still moving as fast and rough as they were when he began to coax you through all your orgasms. It’s not until your shorts and his pants are soaking wet from your orgasm that he finally, although reluctantly, pulls his fingers from your cunt with satisfaction.

But that’s not it! With a gentle tap to your ass he’s directing you to the backseat of his car because now he’s built up quite the erection while pleasing you and needs his release too.

JEAN (as a form of foreplay)

Jean is very big on foreplay and warming you up because he has to get you ready for that schlong that’s in his pants, he can’t just go in with no prep!

Just the sight of him right before sex knowing what’s about to come is enough to get you dripping with arousal, but he still likes to go that extra mile to make sure you’re stretched out all nice and good for him so it won’t hurt too much when he’s fucking you ruthlessly into the mattress later on.

He likes to have you in between his legs with your back pressed against his chest so he can have access to every single part of your body with just a simple reach of his hands because they tend to roam around your body a lot.

Matter of fact that’s how he prefers to start off, hands roaming your body and groping sensitive area of your body like your breasts, the inside of your thighs, and ever you neck just to edge you on and grow your anticipation for his fingers.

Your first orgasm from his fingers comes from him toying with your clit once he finally decides to give you his fingers because he’s big on clitoral stimulation for you. Even during the act of penetration his fingers will often travel down to your clit and bring you closer to your orgasm that way. In this case, it’s just him being greedy with wanting to please you and using the slick that’s accumulated between your folds to pleasure your clit before he makes you cum by using his fingers.

Not only have you been basically conditioned to cumming on his fingers so many times to the point where it feels natural, but his fingers are so long and slender like everything else on him that they hit all the right spots and would have you cumming in minutes no matter if you were conditioned to do so or not.

He’s so sensual with his fingers to balance out the roughness that’s going to come later on down the road. His fingers move inside of you so soft like silk put at the right pace that has you close to squirting all over his fingers while he’s knuckle deep inside of you doing a sort of beckoning motion. His thumb will still be moving in sloppy circles against your already sensitive clit from orgasming earlier and if that wasn’t enough, with his free hand he gropes your breasts and toys with your nipples by pinching them softly with his fingers.

And of course he can’t resist kissing your exposed neck. Warm hot tongue dragging against the sensitive spots on your neck and grazing over them with his teeth to leave spots of irritation that’ll be visible to him for the rest of the night.

The languid movements of his fingers mixed with the kissing of your neck, pinching of your sensitive nipples, and stimulation of your clit has you squirting all over your thighs and his fingers in mere minutes while Jean kisses assuring and praising “Good girl”s into your neck right below your ear.

Now you’re definitely ready for his cock.

PORCO (while giving him a blowjob)

Blowjobs make Porco go absolutely weak in the knees. They really bring out the subby whiny side of him and has him like putty underneath you, whines and curses leaving his lips every few seconds and his eyes closed tight with pleasure.

But even then he still has your pleasure in the back of his mind and feels selfish when you’re the only one pleasing him.

He prefers for you to give him blowjobs on the bed or couch or anywhere that’s comfortable for you to be on your knees with your back arched because best believe he’s going to force you into a deep arch so he can have easy access to your cunt to toy with it while you’re sucking the life out of him.

Though his senses are in an override the closer he gets to his orgasm, he makes it a mission to make you feel as good as he can in that window between him cumming, so he doesn’t think twice before he’s reaching over and plunging his fingers into you from behind.

Because he’s trying to get you as close to an orgasm as he is he starts off at a fast pace that practically has his fingers jackhammering into you and rubbing against that extra sensitive wall inside of you that he has memorized from sessions before. He’s not rough, just fast with his movements, and the moans that you let out around his cock only adds to his pleasure and encourages him to pick up his pace, if possible.

Nothing but praises broken by moans leaves his lips during this time. Going on and on about how good you are to him and how he won’t stop until he has your pretty pussy gushing around his fingers. And like the gentleman he is he does exactly that, adding his thumb in the mix to rub harshly against your clit so he can have you gushing around his fingers as promised. The two of you orgasming in unity and riding each other through your orgasms.

Sometimes, he likes to be extra and have you be in the 69 position so he can really focus on fingering you while you suck him off. And if he’s feeling really generous that day he’ll even eat you out and leave soft kisses against your clit while he fingers you.

ARMIN (while eating you out)

Armin deep down inside is truly a pleaser. He can get into his dom zone when he wants to but even then he’s a service dom always aiming to please you and making sure you get the most out of each sex session. You and your pleasure always come before his.

It’s mandatory for him that he eats you out as a form of foreplay whenever he can to drag out the amount of time you spend withering underneath him. His tongue is godly, always poking and prodding the right places and wrapping his tongue around your poor sensitive clit in a way that no one who doesn’t know what they’re doing wouldn’t be able to do.

He likes his face to be ruined and flushed with your juices, pure blue eyes staying on yours the whole time in a gaze that alone could have you cumming all over his lips like he wants. But of course, Armin has to go that extra mile and add his fingers into the mix so he can focus his tongue on your clit while his fingers work their magic inside of you.

Because he’s already pleasuring you with his mouth he doesn’t have to do much with his fingers, so he opts for a simple in and out motion at a normal pace because his tongue makes up for everything else.

Also, Armin is heavy on overstimulation (both giving and receiving) and it’s not as fun of a thing to do if he’s going overboard and giving you an orgasm every 10 minutes. He likes to draw them out and even deny you of them sometimes until you’re begging him for something you were just begging him to stop doing and that experience is only possible with the slow pace he’s set up.

So be prepared for a long night of whining, teasing, and orgasms until Armin has finally had enough and decides to fuck you silly into subspace.