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[stick3rbatz]

teehee pride month!!

[mimasroom2]

Hot tub time ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و

Ellie x reader modern au/slice of life

I have a hot tub but we need to get it fixed. I’m literally so eager so I wrote this LMAO. I LOVE SLICE OF LIFE ELLIE X READER SM!! Expect a bunch more, I have so many ideas written down😚 Im so sappy grrrr,,, I already wrote kinky ass sex so here’s soft sex for u guys😋

C/w: smut lol. Ellie + reader have their own house YAHOO! A bit of fluff in this one >•<. Au but Joel is still dead 😞. He’s mentioned like once. Cunnilingus😝 (r! Receiving) I feel so awkward using y/n like seriously and unironically ahhhh.

W/c: 2.4k

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“I’m actually so fucking bored I’m gonna gouge my eyes out.”

You scoff and roll your eyes. Ellie is always so damn dramatic. You glance over and she’s pretending to pull her hair out, large fistfuls in each hand.

You playfully shove her, “Okay, shut up Ellie.” And you both laugh. It was winter, and she was right… sadly. There was nothing to do during this time of year. Well, besides stay in and cuddle. The only problem was.. you’ve already done that. You two were both off work for the holidays, and you’ve already spent the wholeeeee vacation laying in bed together, so you guessed that Ellie wanted to do something a little more active.

“Wanna play Mario kart? I think the switch is in the bedroom.” You try suggesting, absentmindedly rubbing her leg.

“Nah,” she stretches her arms out on the couch, “Somethin’ more like physical yknow. Gotta keep these pretty muscles toned.” She winks at you, and you roll your eyes.

“You’re actually such a gym rat, you should just live there at this point.” You smirk to yourself, examining your nails.

“Maybe if I did I wouldn’t constantly trip on all the shit you leave around here.” Ellie remarks back, lightly kicking you on the knee.

“Hey, I keep it pretty clean considering we both share a room, thank you very much.” You cross your arms and huff.

Ellie gasps and starts kicking you more, so you yelp and start shoving her away. Suddenly she stops, holding out both her hands. “Holy fuck, babe. Yknow what I forgot about?”

“Huh.”

“Hot tub.”

You sit up at lighting speed, “OH DAMN YOURE RIGHT!” You actually can’t believe you forgot about that thing. You try to remember the last time you even used it.. must have been last summer. The hot tub was one of things that you’re OBSESSED with at first, but then you use it one too many times and you forget about it for a couple months. And then the cycle continues.

Ellie leaps off the couch and bolts down the hall. “GET YOUR SWIMSUIT ON WE ARE GOING IN!!”

~

You come outside and see Ellie lifting up the top of the hot tub. The whole things underneath a roof outside, so there’s not much snow in the porch where you two are standing, but it’s still really cold. You look up at the sky. The sun is starting to set, it’s been a little over an hour since you two had dinner. Delicious deer soup that Ellie made from when she went hunting a couple days ago. You always said that if Ellie was stuck in a post apocalyptic world, she would survive.

You suddenly remember the cold air hitting you, breaking you out of your thoughts of your girlfriend. You shiver, and pull the robe you’re wearing tighter around your body. You glance over at Ellie still messing with the top of the hot tub. All Ellie’s wearing is her classic swimsuit: plain black top and swim shorts. Her tattoo flexes as she finally pops the top off and turns the hot tub on.

You jump up and down in your slippers, trying to move to stay warm. “Ellieeee how much longer?”

She reaches down into the water and starts poking around at the buttons and jets. “Hold your horses, y/n, I gotta check all the filters n shit. Haven’t used this in a hot minute.”

“Mmmm I know but it’s cold.” You groan in protest. You know damn well you’re being a brat, but you swear you’re not built for any weather too hot or too cold.

“Well you wanna shut up and help me? Make it go by faster..” She looks up at you and you shake your head vigorously. “Yeah thas’ what I thought.” She smirks at you.

After what felt like foreverrrrr in the cold, Ellie turns the jets on and says you can hop in. There’s steam coming off the water as it hits the cold air. You can barley wait, you’re hyping the hot tub up in your mind. It’s something that feels like a luxury to you. The only thing that can make you stop thinking about your precious hot tub is your precious Ellie. You look up at her and get butterflies, even though you two have been dating for about 2 years now. She looks soooo beautiful, just standing there, folding up the tarp from the tub. You shake your head, thinking it’s so damn stupid to be drooling over your girlfriend who’s literally just standing there, doing the most mundane possible thing.

Some snow falls on top of your head so you brush it off. It’s getting too cold for you. You lick your lips, turning around to shed your rob, you’re still slightly shy undressing in front of Ellie, even though you’re still in a swimsuit. You hang your cute pink robe up on the hook where the towels you brought out are.

Turning back around to head into the tub, you see Ellie with her back towards you, messing around with the water guns from last summer. You check her out unapologetically, looking at her ass before you snap into reality again and take your slippers off to step into the hot tub. The hot water feels like it burns your skin, compared to the cold winter air. You take a couple minutes slowly sliding more of your body deeper into the water.

Ellie turns around, with one water gun still in her hand. “Feel alright, babe? Not too hot?”

You sink in deeper, up to your neck, “Mm feels good.” And then rise up again slowly, “Come in, Els. I’m gettin’ bored in here.”

“Oh yeah?” She closes one eye and lifts up the gun, suddenly shooting a short stream of cold ass water at you. “Not so bored now, huh?” She laughs and walks closer to you.

Your jaw drops and you scream when the water hits you, “ELLIEEEEE WHAT THE FUCKKKK!”

“What?” She fakes a pout, lowering the water gun. “I told you I gotta keep these muscles in good shape, right?”

Before you can retort, she’s already getting in the hot tub. “God, shove over. I’m freezing.” She accidentally splashes you as she’s hastily getting in.

“Ellieeeee! Don’t splash me! >~<“ you whine, but she just laughs, and this time splashes you on purpose. You sigh dramatically at all her antics.

She doesn’t reply, and just sinks in deeper, and you take no shame in watching her stretch her body out. Ellie groans slightly at the hot water enveloping her body. You sigh and blink at her, watching her eyebrows furrow. She slowly leans her head back against the headrest of the hot tub. You swear she’s egging you on, because she moans softly, giving you the perfect view of her neck, which she knows is your favorite place to kiss her. Suddenly, Ellie opens her eyes and says something that breaks you out of the trance you’ve had all day, “You keep lookin’ at me. What’s goin’ on?”

You let yourself float away from her in the water ever so slightly, “Nothing. I’m not looking at you.”

“Yknow I can like,,, feel your eyes burning into my back whenever you stare at me.”

You cover your face with your hands and

face away from her. She laughs to herself. She finds it so cute you still get flustered around her even after all this time you’ve been together.

“That’s too bad because I’m reallyyyy not looking at you.”

Instead of a snarky remark back, Ellie’s abnormally silent. You slowly bring your hands down to face her again, and she’s just looking at you with this look in her eyes. You think it’s somewhere in between concern and contemplation. “You trust me, right?” She says softly, after a few moments. You’re surprised, this is probably the quietest Ellie’s ever been with you.

“Of course I do. What’s wrong, Ellie?” Her tone is completely different than what you’re used to. This only happens on the rare occasion you guys have a disagreement. Or when you talk about something serious.

“Jus’ don’t want you thinking I’m gonna leave you.” She says, almost ashamed. She’s fidgeting with her fingers like how she always does, and avoiding your gaze.

You laugh softly. “Were you….. going to?” You can feel your heart rate speeding up.

Ellie’s eyes widen, “No. no no no.” She sighs, slowly, taking a few moments to collect her thoughts. “I get scared thinking about the future.” She mutters.

You look up at her. You knew Ellie gets scared. Of course she does. When she told you about Joel dying on what, your second date, you knew she’s not as… sturdy.. as she pretends to be sometimes. But that was in the past, and to hear Ellie admit she is worried about her own life ahead of her.. honestly made you surprised.

“Like.. I just want you to know that I’m always gonna be here for you.” She looks so concerned, like she might cry if you guys talk about this for any longer. She’s still looking down, trying to make herself smaller.

“Oh, Ellie.” You raise your hand up and softly tilt her chin to look at you. “I know. Okay? And nothing bad is gonna happen to you. Or me. Or us.”

She looks into your eyes for a second, before she gently tucks your hair behind your ear, leans in, and kisses you.

The kiss is as soft as she’s been talking - all emotion and thought as her lips move slowly against yours. She puts her hand on the back of your neck, pulling you in closer. You sigh into the kiss. She was so tender with you right now. You were so used to fervent and desperate make out sessions with her. Not that that was bad, at all, but you didn’t realize how nice of a change this was until it was happening. You grab her waist, pulling her in closer to you. All of her is so soft and warm against you: her lips, tattooed arm, thighs.. and not just because you two were in the hot tub.

She pulls away to look at you, and you want to melt from the look on her face. She looks like she’s actually in heaven.

“I really love you.”

You smile softly at her, tracing over her tattoo lightly with your finger. “I love you too.” You pull her back into a kiss. After a couple more minutes, she’s more intent with her movements, like how she usually is. She’s not afraid to run her hands over your thighs and squeeze you nipple under your swimsuit.

You gasp at the sudden contact, and moan a little into her mouth.

She pulls away, “Cmon, baby. Need more of that.” and kisses you again, almost immediately licking your bottom lip, asking for entrance. She’s not as soft anymore, back to her usual self wanting to make you moan in pleasure as she works your body. You don’t even try fighting for dominance, just letting her tongue dance around yours as she pleases.

“Ellie…” is all you have to say, and she understands, shifting her position to let you have more of her. You want to press yourself down onto her, and please you both at the same time. You lift your legs up, trying to hook them around her, but you start floating away in the water. You’re not even going fast, it’s so comical how slow the jets are pushing you. You snort and reach out to grab Ellie’s hand.

“Ohmygod!” Ellie starts laughing and she grabs your hand, “Can’t exactly scissor in the water, I guess.” You blush and scoff at how forward she can be.

“Cmere. Let’s get ya propped up.”

You untie the knots on you bikini bottoms to take them off, tossing them somewhere you’ll pick up later. She grabs your hand and gently guides you to sit on the edge of the hot tub, on one of the corners so you don’t lean back and fall off. She brings your arm down to her face, and kisses you on the back of the hand. You smile and giggle. You swear you feel like a little girl again. You’re a princess and Ellie is your prince. You glance up at the sky - the sun is setting. An array of orange and pinks.

Ellie’s below you, turning down the jets of the tub a little, and getting into her favorite position: right between your thighs. You really couldn’t ask for a more perfect fantasy if you tried.

“This okay?” She asks, lightly rubbing your thigh with her thumb.

“Yes,” you breathe out, “please, Ellie.”

From where she is, you’re practically a goddess towering above her. You feel powerful and confident, and fucking desperate, wanting Ellie to just devour you already.

Ellie only hums in response before kissing your clit. You gasp sharply, you swear no matter how many times she eats you out you could never get used to the heavenly feeling. Her tongue starts lapping you up, and you moan loudly. You silently thank the neighbors for never being outside late during the winter, and that the hot tub is reasonably private, so no one can see you.

Maybe it’s just the cold frigid night air in comparison to Ellie’s warm, wet mouth, but you swear this is some of the best head she’s ever given you. Ellie never stopped licking and kissing at your clit - eventually she didn’t know if you were shaking from the sex or shivering because of the cold, but either way, she could tell from the volume of your moans that you weren’t going to last much longer.

“Mmmmmm- gonna cum soon..”

Ellie just nods, her face still buried into you. You can feel her cute little nose bumping up against you, and both her hands are up on your knees, spreading your thighs open for her.

She knows you’re close when you start whimpering and gasping for air.

“Ohmygod ohmygod Ellie,, fuck- you’re gonna make me cum..”

As soon as you warn her you’re throwing your head back, and your hips snap up as your orgasm takes over you. She keeps licking you clean until your breathing slows and you let yourself sink back down into the hot water.

You can’t even think of anything to say, so you grab Ellie’s arm and wrap it around you, as a way to ask her to cuddle you.

“Always such a cuddle bug after you cum..” Ellie mutters, mostly to herself, as she rests her head on yours.

You just chuckle and look up into the sky as the sun finally sets. You sigh in and out the cold winter air. Ellie kisses the top of your head, whispering one more ‘I love you’ as she pulls you closer into her arms.

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[astrolynnworld]

limitless ᡣ𐭩

pairings: chris & matt x reader

summary: you, as the best friend of the triplets, have a secret love triangle going on within the group. not that they know, and not that they could ever find out!

warnings: smut! switching brothers, sneaky, hold the moan, mommy/daddy kink, dom matt, sub matt, oral, riding, aftercare, dumbification (lots), praise, degradation, dom chris, drooling, stomach bulging, confessions, plot twist

a/n: first story back, hope you guys enjoy! thinking of post once a week now <33 love you guys & thanks so much for 1.7k, i absolutely appreciate the support. for sure keeps my fingers typing :)

if you wanna listen to anything while you read

*nsfw*

word count: 3,200

nick, matt, chris, & i gather on the couch for our weekly movie night

we try to hangout as often as we can since they’re usually always busy

once a week we try to push for a hangout that typically ends in us watching a movie

or falling asleep to one..

but because i had chose the movie this time, i didn’t let myself fall asleep

i was eyes wide at the screen watching each scene take place while chris snores himself a storm

nick had also fallen asleep at this point, matt was the only trooper who stayed up to finish the movie with me

towards the end of the movie, a long gunshot scene had come on the screen

waking nick and chris up..

“holy fuck that scared the shit out of me” chris says with his groggy voice

“i thought we were getting robbed for a second” nick adds on while rubbing his eyes and stretching his arms

me & matt silently giggle to each other

“i’m going to bed” chris says while wrapping a blanket around him and getting up to head downstairs

nick nods his head in agreement, “right. well goodnight guys, see you in the morning” he says as he heads upstairs

“guess it’s just us two now” matt says

“really? i couldn’t tell” i say slyly as i crawl over to him as place myself his his lap

“not right here baby, what if they come back cause they forgot something?” he continues

“isn’t that the fun part?” i say before placing my lips onto his

he deepened the kiss while he rubs his hands on my hips

“mmh. you smell so good baby” he says while breaking the kiss

“stop- stop calling me baby matt.. you know what it does to me”

“what does it do to you my love?” he asks before bringing his head close to my ear

“does it turn you on like the good girl you are?” he whispers in my ear before pulling back to see my reaction

i just silently stare at him in awe until he brings his lips closer to mine

“hmm baby? i need you to speak for me.” he whispers into my lips, allowing his breath to linger

“does being my baby turn you on?” he asks again, continuing this whisper that really sparks all erotic feelings in body

“yes daddy. i like being your baby” i softly say, entertaining my submissive state

“good girl.” he says while rubbing circles into my hips

“do you wanna show daddy how much of a good girl you can be?”

i nod my head and start to unbuckle his pants while he kisses my face and neck.

“take this off for me beautiful” he says as he tugs on my shirt

i slide it off to reveal that i’m not wearing a bra underneath

“you’re so fucking pretty baby. i’ll never get over it” he says while admiring and softly servicing my nipples

he traces my nipples with his finger and starts to lap and suck on them, causing me to whine out a slight moan

“shh baby. remember we gotta be quiet” he says while i try to contain myself

he continues to suck at my nipples for a few more minutes before leaning back on the couch

allowing me to finish my access to him

i continue to unbuckle his pants and pull them down. to which his hard cock springs out, ready to have been freed

i grab it with my right hand and slowly start to sink myself lower in between his legs.

i position my mouth on his tip and start to swirl my tongue around, letting my salvia fall and drip all the way down to his balls

“fuck.”

i jerk him up and down while wrapping my mouth around the tip and starting to create a sucking motion

i look up at him to see him looking down at me in awe, mouth slightly agape.

i wanted to do more.

i remove my hand and place it on his knees while i push my mouth deeper into him

“oh my god baby you’re so fucking sexy. please take all of me” he says while tempting himself not to touch me

i throw my head up and down trying to fit him all, knowing this would be unrealistic

i feel him twitch inside my mouth

i continue to lap up and down around his cock while he struggles to keep his composure

i hear his breathing start to pick up as he tries to contain the sounds he really wants to make

i shut my eyes to concentrate on making him nut without letting my mouth get tired

he starts to thrust up into me and i feel the tears start to form

he throws his head back on the couch and lets out his final thrust before coats of thick liquid fill my throat

i pull back and use my hand to finish his high, while i catch my breath.

then i go back in to keep sucking, starting back with the hand and mouth combo

his body twitches, “fuck baby. y- you can’t do t-his, i’m t- too se- sensitive”

he tries to shake me off of him

i climb back on his lap, “come on baby, i want more of you. do you think you could hold out for me?” i seductively whisper to him while he looks up at me straddling his lap

“but-“

“no buts baby. don’t you think it’s your turn to be good now?” i start to rub his head, playing with his head

his eyes trickle back into his head for a split second before he nods

“words, my pretty boy.” i say while continuing to touch his hair

he hums into a whine, “i wanna be good for you”

“good boy” i give him a kiss on the forehead as a reward, before i slide out of my bottoms.

i grab his cock and he hisses in for a second, prepping himself

i align his cock with my hole and slowly start to sink down into it

“mngh-ph” he chokes out, “fuck. i don’t think i- aah- i can d- do this” he throws his head back onto the couch, leaving his mouth open

i continue to bounce on top of him, “it’s okay baby. mommy’s gonna take care of you, just loosen up under my control ok?”

“yes mommy.” he mutters out as a whimper. i can tell he isn’t even thinking anymore, just going fuzzy under my control.

i continue to bounce on him and watch his face form as the tensity starts to build

i bring my face down and start to kiss on his exposed neck while rubbing my fingers through his hair

all he can let out is mangled whimpers and whines

“m- mom- my” he struggles to get out

i lift my head from his neck and see the drool start to pool and drip out his mouth, “i-‘m gonna c- cum again”

“so soon baby?” i say as i watch his limp body shake with every bounce and fuzzy eyes try to focus on the pleasure.

i lick the drool that continues spilling out his mouth and watch him shut his eyes

“can i?” he asks softly

“go ahead baby. cum in mommy”

he whines and weakly thrusts up and he lets out his second load.

falling back down into the couch as he used all his energy for that second nut.

i give him a kiss, “i’m proud of you baby. doing more than you can handle”

“m-mm” he silently hums back in agreement as if he’s about to pass out right here

i get off of him and help put his boxers back on before helping him walk back to bed

i snuggle him and bed and give him a kiss goodnight, before heading to the bathroom to clean myself up

i’m happy that i’m capable of putting matt to sleep like that but what if i wanted to be put to sleep too..

i sit on the toilet and start thinking

i could either touch myself.. or see if chris is still up

i then open my phone to imessages and click on chris’s name

there’s no shot he’s up right now, it’s been an hour since him & nick had left for bed

regardless, i give it a shot

y/n: chriss

y/n: are you still up?

i my phone down on the counter next to me and start to wipe myself down

i pull up my pants, flush the toilet, and start to wash my hands before i see my phone flash

i dry my hands and pick up my phone

chris: yeah, wsp?

y/n: everyone went to bed but i can’t sleep.. can i come stay with you?

chris: ofc, ma. anything for u

i leave the bathroom and make my way downstairs to chris’s room

i just open the door and walk in, “what are you still even doing up?” i ask as i sit on his bed

“once i came back to my room i tried to fall asleep but it was too late, i was wide awake”

“so.. you were up the whole time?” i curiously ask, not trying to indicate anything even tho i was freaking out

did he hear me & matt? no way right .. he would of said something immediately no?

i can’t have them know about each other, they would instantly cut me off.

i’ve always played my card right when it comes to them. “keep it a secret because if the others found out, they wouldn’t support it and they would be mad at us”

we act like the best of friends when we’re a group and occasionally hook up on the side when we’re alone.

i don’t even know how this all started but i’m pretty sure i started hooking up with chris first. now its a whole mess between both of them and i know i’d be dead if any of them found out

“yeah.. why?” chris asks suspiciously

“because you should of came back upstairs to me then” i say trying to further avoid suspicion and play it off

“oh. i just thought you had went to sleep with nick”

“if i wanted to sleep with anyone.. it’d be you” i suggestively say as i make my way closer to him

“what does that mean” he smirks into response, inching closer to me

“why don’t you find out”

he places his lips on mine with passion, taking power and control.

he pushes me down into the bed while he starts to undress me

pants first, followed by my shirt, exposing my bare top once again

he takes of his shirt, leaving him only in his boxers

he leans back into more of a kiss

he was rough, and assertive. like he had been waiting for this, like he needed me

“i can. never. get enough. of you.” he says in between kisses

he starts to lick & suck at my boobs, “fuck your so pretty, baby”

i moan into his touch

which is enough to get him started, he takes off his boxers and instantly gets down on his knees where he admires my pussy through my panties

“i missed her” he says before kissing her gently, teasing me

“chris- please.” i beg

“please what, ma?”

“please use your mouth on me”

“no need to ask twice” he says before pulling me out my panties and starting to work his mouth

he was lapping up and down my vagina like a dog with water. he wrapped his hands around my thighs to get a better angle

he even started using his hand to rub my clit as he kept licking

“oh my- fuck chris. please keep going” i say as i start gripping the sheets and grinding into his face

he uses his other hand to put a finger inside and start fucking me

i threw my head back into the bed

“fuck chris- yes. just like that please”

“you’re so fucking wet baby, you like this?”

“yes chris oh. my. god” i continue to moan out, not even caring about how loud i might have been being

each second the pleasure starts to increase more and more

“what’s my name?” chris asks

“fuckkk chris don’t make me say it” i plead

i know how much chris likes being called daddy, it gives him such an ego boost of power. but sometimes i didn’t like giving him that power, even though he clearly already has it

“say it or i’m gonna stop”

“fuck. da- daddy. y- your name is daddy. just please don’t stop” i beg

“keep saying it over and over while you cum baby” he says while speeding up the pace of his fingers and tongue

“hughhh daddy don’t stop. please” i say as i start to buck my hips faster into him

“daddy. daddy. daddy.” i say, letting the words fall out my mouth with each moaned whimper

“fuh- i’m cumming daddy please fucking ruin me.” i spew out any word that runs through my weak mind

“fuck pretty girl, you make such pretty noises for me huh?” chris says as he starts to stand up and lean over in my face

i look at him with a foggy mind, trying to find the strength to think of what he’s gonna do next

“i want to hear much more of those pretty sounds okay?” he says while placing his hands on my face gently, rubbing his thumbs on my cheeks

i nod my head, hoping that i can last for another round

he starts to push his cock inside my drenching wetness

“you’re so tight, mama. you’re sucking me in” he chuckles condescendingly

i stare at him with doe eyes and an open mouth as he stretches me out

he puts his fingers in my mouth, indicating for me to suck.

i start to suck on his fingers like i would if it were his cock, he then begins to use his hips to start moving in me

he repeatedly pulls out, and slowly slides back in giving me time to adjust to him

i continue to suck on his finger without a thought in mind

until he pulls his fingers out and slaps me

“do you not hear me talking to you?” he asks aggressively

“what’d you say daddy?” i apologetically say in my submissive girl voice

“you want me to be gentle? or rough.”

“you know i love it when you’re rough with me daddy.” i say, keeping the sub voice on

“you’re so fucking smart baby, such a good girl for me” he says as he pushes me further back into the bed so he can prop up on the bed with his knees

he bends down to give me sloppy kisses as he thrust deeper into me

he pulls out to only the tip and drops his dick all the way down inside of me, letting his balls clap against my ass

sounds of us fucking echo the room

he pulls back from the kiss and just stares into my foggy eyes

“fuck i love you. why do you make it so hard not to fucking love you y/n” he confesses as he starts to pick up the pace

“i fucking hate that we can’t be together in any other way but this. you’re so fucking perfect” he stand up on his knees and props my legs on his shoulders to give him a new angle

a better angle.

“you don’t even have a clue at how hard it is to be around you & the others but not touch or kiss you.”

“i just wanna show everyone that you’re mine”

i cant even think of a response right now, i feel his tip kissing against my cervix

my brain is going dumb around him, all i can do is stare and listen. my mouth wouldn’t even speak if i tried

“i want you to be mine y/n. i need you so bad. every day. all the time.” he says before bending back down in my face, forcing my legs to go higher

“say it ma. say you’re mine. i wanna hear it”

“i- i- mmm i’m yours chris. nnmm- all. yours.”

he places a kiss on my lips and forehead before sitting back up and continuing to fuck into me

“fuck baby. i can see my bulge imprint in your stomach” he breaths out

“that’s so sexy, my love. knowing you can take all of me like this & more”

he was so turned on

so turned on he started pressing on it, sending shiver down my spine

“fuck. you clench around me when i touch it. does that turn you on? knowing im so deep inside of you like this that you can see me in your guts”

i start blinking so slow, you would think its morse code. i felt so overwhelmed and my brain couldn’t catch up

i never usually cum back to back like this but i could feel the orgasm building inside of me

he was playing with his bulge in my stomach as he continued to fuck into me, fast.

i couldn’t take it, i wasn’t even moaning this point. i was whispering incoherent whines as i let my brain melt away

“you look so sloppy under me baby, look at you fucking drooling. does it feel that good?”

despite not being able to think or speak, he knew it wasn’t too much for me because i hadn’t called the safe word or made any attempts to get him off of me.

we always have good sex but this one was different. it was needy and passionate, i wanted to explore it all the way

“i don’t know how much longer i can last princess, you’re clenching around me so tight”

he started to rub my clit again and that’s what did it for me. that’s what sent me over the edge

i felt my whole body shake in euphoria

i started twitching under him

“mnghh. fuck.” he says as he lets his load spill in me

“fuck. oh my god.” he says as he catches his breath

he pulls out of me and gently puts my legs down

“you did so good for me tonight baby” he rubs my head and places kisses on my cheek

he helps me sit up so i can put my shirt back on

“we’re definitely gonna need to buy a plan b tomorrow. i’m not seeing any cum come out” he says while trying to put my underwear back on

“do you have to pee?”

i tiredly shake my head no

he lays me back down on the bed and puts the blanket on top of me

he gives me a peck before hopping in bed with me and pulling me closer to lay on his chest

“i meant what i said earlier about loving you. but we can discuss that tomorrow, along with what you’re gonna do about matt.”

was the last thing i heard before i drifted off

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a/n: ummm? i put my BACK into this and it took like 4 hours 😭 i hope you guys like it a lot!! <33 might be a new favorite story.

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 44

chapter 67:

1. jfc remus (how is he that strong)

2. god, can’t our side have one fucking win? all these people captured. including my remus

3. “"She started the war for me, and she'll end it for me, too."” GOD i love lesbians

4. NO NO NOOOO NO NO NOOOOOO NOOOOO NOOOO MARLENE STOP NOOOOO!!! SHE WANTS TO PROPOSE TO DORCAS AFTER THE WAR!!!! SHES GONNA DIE I CANT HANDLE THIS

5. 😦

6. marlene?? i-

7. i’m still in shock

8. okay i have my bearings. this is why the post is two days after the last one lol. anyways, i’m actually pissed that she didn’t get to die a big dramatic or memorable death. she didn’t do anything. it was just a landmine. and she’s dead. and i get it, i really do. war isn’t always big heroic deaths. it’s also this. where one moment, you’re planning to propose to your partner and laughing with your freind, and half a second later, you’re blown to bits. but genuinely, her death fucked me up. i knew it was coming, but not like this. holy shit, not like this

anyways, the first thing i did after i read that bit was text my freind. and first thing they did was call me. i sent in bold “IM CRYING” and i get back “why” “MARLENE” bro immediate call. not well. not well at all

9. i continued and read the rest of her death. and her last words being dorcas will forever fuck me up

10. PANDORA????? PANDORA????

12. anyways all i did was call back the freind and say “PANDORA” and that bitch laughed at me. (love them to death) told them to go suck a lemon (they’d never heard that phrase before) and then they made me hang up to finish reading

my poor roommate has heard me call this freind twice (it’s ten o’clock at night)

13. “Horace would need more than just two hands, many more, to count the amount of people who would have gladly put their guns down for Pandora alone.” yeah, me for one

14. FLEAMONT NOOOOO

15. james will be devestated beyond belief

16. remus? huh??? he was shot in the head. but. he had a pov. i’m not sure now

17. …dorcas? i was so sure she had a pov

no wait she has a pocket. just checked

18. regulus???

19. um actually albus can fucking keel over. wont save all those other people in the lineup, then hears his brothers name and is willing to sacrifice the war for him. i get it, but alberforth knew this would happen to him

20. huh, damn. and alberforth still gets shot

21. 🚨🚨🚨pandora is safe. holy shit pandora is safe. i repeat pandora is safe 🚨🚨🚨

22. and fleamont and suddenly that all made sense

23. “”You forgot to count your bullets."” do i hate snape? yeah. but that’s fucking iconic

24. “Riddle lost the moment those doors burst open and two of Euphemia's someday son-in-laws moved into the room with Dorcas Meadowes one step ahead of them.” lmao freaking iconic. more historically important than trump getting shot

25. effie stopping to mourn barty gave me chills

26. NO FLEAMONT!!!! i’m getting fucking whiplash from this

27. effie having such a short pov but still so much emotion and character is shown in her love for fleamont

28. yall remus, regulus, and dorcas are fucking insane.

and i’m so here for it

29. “For all those years Sirius was taken away from him, Regulus breaks Riddle's fingers. Ten years, ten fingers.

For what Riddle took from James, Regulus takes his eyes. This is a difficult task. Regulus has never removed someone's eyes before. It's messy, and it takes the combined efforts of Remus and Dorcas to keep Riddle from flopping right out of his chair.”

mom pick me up i’m scared

30. “There are no good people in war, and now Dorcas thinks there are no good people out of it—certainly not her, because she would gladly go back into it just to have Marlene again.”

going feral over this actually. i’m unwell. i’m so freaking feral over this omg

31. reading authors notes and finding out that monty was author’s prim is actually making me go fucking insane

32. 😀 hi i’m unwell

(anyways side note, uhhh chapter was fucking insane but also like if y’all are reading this fic or this post, just know that there is no anger or resentment towards the author. he wrote this for himself and shared it with us. it’s a masterpiece and we RESPECT people. so yeah, this is the story he wanted to tell, so he wrote it for himself. just ya know, so yall remember)

[also don’t sell fics 😊 i will hunt you down]

[so-long-soldier-writes]

drabble #8 - jumpscares

kai parker x reader

summary: a short drabble in which kai has the worst timing for wanting your attention (best friend!kai)

tags: horror movie, halloween, minor worry, reassurance / fluff

word count: 575

a/n: i totally meant to post this on or near halloween aaaannnd forgot. here it is now!

For the last twenty minutes, you’ve been on the edge of your seat. The Conjuring starts out slow, but once the paranormal disturbs the girls’ sleep, it’s all downhill from there.

Currently, it’s Carolyn who’s up against the demon. She had just stupidly taunted it, and then it pushed her down the basement steps. You brace yourself for what comes next, having seen this movie before, but somehow the knowing anticipation just makes you more antsy. At some point, Rory will clap behind her. You know it. You’ve seen it. You shouldn’t be this scared.

Your body freezes, just waiting for the jumpscare. Any second now. 

Then, something touches your shoulder. You scream, throwing off your headphones, and flying out of your seat. You turn quickly in hopes to identify who or what touched you. Upon seeing it’s just your friend, you slap a hand over your heart. 

“Kai! Holy fuck!”

The poor boy stands a whole arm’s length away from you now. When your body jolted in reaction to his touch, he flinched and nearly toppled backwards. He stares at you, wondering what could have had you so startled.

Both of you are out of breath. You look at each other full of questions, and when you finally gain your breath back, start to speak at the same time. 

“You scared the crap out of me!”

“Are you okay?” He asks, seeing just how badly he had accidentally scared you. He’s a bit worried, honestly. Never has he seen you so terrified. 

“I’m fine. I wasn’t expecting that.” You notice how he looks equally scared, for reasons of which you’re unsure. “Are you okay?”

“Your jumping scared me,” he admits, “I thought you were okay with me touching you.”

“Oh,” you pant. “Baby, it’s not that. I mean, yes, you can touch me, I don’t mind that at all. But this movie was on the edge of a jumpscare.”

“Oh,” he visibly relaxes, “okay.”

“Come here.” You reach out to him. When he comes to your side, you give him a side hug around the waist. 

“What movie is this?” He watches it for a moment, head cocked curiously. 

“The Conjuring. Horror movie.”

“Ah. Just in time for Halloween.”

“Mhm. Do you want to watch it with me? I can start at the beginning.”

“You don’t have to, if you’re already partly through it.”

You nod. “Hey, um, did you need anything?”

“What?”

“When you came in, and I jumped?”

He smiles. “No, I actually, uh, just wanted to come see you. See if you’re busy. Just to hang out, I guess.”

“Oh. Did you have anything in particular in mind that you wanted to do?”

“No. Just wanted to be with you.” He mumbles that last part, like he’s embarrassed at his own confession.

You, on the other hand, think it’s adorable. “Well then stay here. I can take my headphones out and we can go back to the beginning.”

“You sure?”

“Do you want to?”

“Well I’ve never seen this movie before, but it looks good.”

“And then you can protect me from all the scary shit.”

He smiles again, seemingly liking the idea. 

“Come on, we’ll move to the couch. Grab that blanket.”

“Okay.”

The two of you then curl up together on the couch, the laptop across your legs. Kai wraps a protective arm around your shoulders.

“Feel safer now?”

“Much.” You grin at him. “Ready?”

“Mhm.”

“Okay. Brace yourself!”

[sidusvenari]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤDANCING QUEEN . . ♪⁠ヽ⁠(⁠･⁠ˇ⁠∀⁠ˇ⁠･⁠ゞ⁠)

pairing: hobie brown x fem!dancer!reader

genre: fluff, a liiiiiiittle bit suggestive! just a little bit 🤏🏾

synopsis: headcanons for Hobie Brown with a spider!dancer! girlfriend.

warnings: none (?) me thinks. a bit of self projection maybe but oh well i'm just a human!!!!

a.n: hai guys :3 i was listening to my kpop playlist last night and i ended up thunking the thoughts. the thoughts have been thunked. anyways, day 3 of my writing challenge, and i'm double posting today because i forgot day 2 :D love y'all, stay safe! <3 xoxo

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> you started dancing waaaay before that spider bit you, in school

> which made things way easier when everything happened

> you already had the control you needed over your body

> and even though you were spiderwoman, you had never (and i mean never) missed a practice for your cover group

> okay, you danced a bit of everything, but mainly kpop

> when you first met Hobie, it was because you declined a mission

> he was like "?? we can do that???" as you two met to discuss the details

"Miguel said this is your mission, why'd you make me do it?"

"i have a presentation to do."

"what?"

"yeah, my dance group has a presentation today and i'm centering, I can't miss it "

"oh."

> and that was on his mind for the rest of the day

> when you started dating hobie, he wanted to see you dance

> would ask everyday if there was any presentation coming soon, or if he could go to your dance practices

> eventually you gave in and invited him and his friends (pav, gwen and miles) to a public presentation your group was doing

> easy to say he loved it

> was cheering everytime you appeared on the center

> not really a fan of the songs, but loved how cute you looked on those outfits and ending poses

> the four of them would go backstage to see you, and i just know Miles and Pav would hype you up all the time

> Hobie would give you a smirk and look you up and down, telling you how good you look

> when it gets to a difficult choreography (i'm talking Run Bts and OMG), they all would be 😯😯😯😯 looking at you

"holy shit that's fast"

"how does she do that?"

> Gwen is mad impressed, btw

> she's a ballerina, so she knows how hard it is

> anyways moving on!!

> in private he would kiss all over your face and tell you how amazing you were

> 1000% a fanboy when it comes to you

> you're always humming the new song you're learning and he ends up learning it

> asked you to create a choreo to one of his songs

> obviously you did, and he fell even more for ya

> he likes to call you his "dancing queen"

> bet he's an ABBA fan but he'll deny it

> loves how you do customization on your clothes and even helps you

> can and will show up as spiderman in one of your performances

> if you have a solo act, oh boy, prepare yourself

> after everything is done and it's only the both of you… 🤭

> he's really into praising so… yeah, i think you can take it from here

> overall just really proud of you and your #1 fan!!!

thank you all for the support, stay safe <3

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[oswaldthatendswald]

I just realized I fully forgot to post my extended notes on executions and imprisonment in the One Piece universe? Aha. Whoops. This is a very long post, so I'm putting it under a cut.

While working on Cry Havoc, I spent a lot of time thinking about Impel Down and the judicial system of One Piece because, frankly, they didn't make sense to me. Impel Down is a very large and very crowded prison, which would by its nature require a lot of personnel and a lot of money. The question I kept coming back to was: Why does Impel Down exist? Why is it worth using all those resources to keep it running? Bluntly, why not just execute all the pirates and call it a day?

I did research into the IRL history of executions, especially of pirates, and nothing came up that I felt was relevant to One Piece. The executions of both Ace and Roger demonstrate that people are fine with executions in concept, so no one's arguing against it on a moral level, and I couldn't think of any reason why it would benefit the government to keep captured pirates alive.

Eventually, I started thinking about the executions we do see in canon, and more precisely about the fact that we really only see two notable executions. Which are, of course, Ace's and Roger's. This got me thinking about the well-documented aftermath of Roger's execution. A significant portion of the pirates we meet in canon-- hell, most of the rookie pirates-- have set out to find the One Piece and become king of the pirates. By publicizing the execution and allowing people to hear Roger's last words, the WG allows him motivate an untold number of people to take to the seas. It would make sense, following such a blunder, that they then stop publicly executing people for fear of creating another Roger. Can't make a martyr if you're not killing people, after all.

And I really like this headcanon! I used it in Cry Havoc! I think it's an interesting lens through which to view the events of canon and offers a compelling explanation for the problem I was trying to solve-- and there's canon evidence against it.

Namely, Shiki, who is incarcerated before Roger and not executed, which kind of blows a hole in my theory that not executing people is a new thing. I had entirely forgotten about Shiki, due to not watching the films. He really only gets a throwaway mention in the main series. (I actually texted my friend while I was watching One Piece the first time to ask if I was missing something important, because they mention Shiki so briefly and then never bring him up in canon again.)

So, alright. My tidy headcanon now has a Shiki-sized hole in it (much like Marineford), and we're back to the problem of why he's not executed. The Doylist answer is, of course, that Oda likes to keep his characters alive in case they'll be useful later, but I'm a fic writer and I need Watsonian explanations. For plot reasons.

It is at this point, seething with irritation (especially since I'd already used that bit about Roger in Cry Havoc and I wasn't going back to change it, the implications are FAR too interesting), that I go back to some old AtLA fic for fun and an element of that canon jumps out to me: the big bads won't kill the Avatar once they capture him, because if they do, he'll just be reborn elsewhere.

And I sat back and said Holy Shit Devil Fruits.

Because the exact same logic applies to One Piece. If you kill someone who's eaten a Devil Fruit, the Fruit goes back into circulation and-- given how many pirates have or seek out Devil Fruits-- the Marines have a very good reason to control how many (and which) Devil Fruits are available. If they capture someone with a Devil Fruit, it actually makes a lot of sense that they wouldn't want to kill them. There's no guarantee the WG would be the ones to find the Fruit next, after all.

So that's a really good potential explanation! Now here's everything wrong with it.

I feel like the main problem is obvious: they really don't seem to be trying to keep people alive in Impel Down. Actually, they actively seem to be trying to kill people in Impel Down. Which-- okay, tangent, why not just execute them in the first place then. Why waste the time and money and manpower to make your goddamn hell prison if you're just going to torture people to death. It's logistically illogical.

What was I talking about.

RIGHT. The high mortality rate in Impel Down is the biggest argument against the Devil Fruit explanation. You'd think if they were imprisoning people to prevent Devil Fruits from being used by pirates or returning to circulation, they'd want to keep their prisoners alive. I think you could explain this as being disconnect between policy and people: the guards might know they're supposed to keep people alive, but that doesn't mean they care.

Another argument against it, though, is that there are definitely prisoners in Impel Down who don't have Devil Fruits. In canon, the guards and presumably the higher ups who put him there don't know that Buggy has a Devil Fruit, and it seems like many of the other prisoners on Level One actually don't have Devil Fruits. So what are they doing here?

Honestly, taking the Devil Fruit and post-Roger explanations together might offer the best explanation for Impel Down, but I'm still not quite satisfied. I'm unwilling to simply accept that this is some sort of cultural or ethical situation because a prison like that would be so unbelievably expensive to maintain. I'm also not going to call it a plot hole, because it's not my job to say that things are wrong. My job is to say why things might be right. I'm a fanfiction writer, not cinemasins, dammit. This feels kind of like a zero-sum post. I've come to no good conclusions. But I've been thinking about this for... fuck, fully three months now. I need to get it out of my head or it will consume me.

[honeybeeloxs]

SWEATER VEST

Ethan Landry x Male Reader

I wrote this at like 3 AM yesterday night and forgot to post it.

SUMMARY:

SPOILERS FOR SCREAM 6

The first kill you get is an accident, and you call Ethan to help you cover up the crime, only to find Quinn and Detective Bailey there as well.

Y/N didn’t mean to kill him; he attacked and corned you, so you took Ethan's butterfly knife and stabbed him repeatedly. Y/N felt sick; he didn’t know how many times he stabbed him, Fourteen? Twenty-two? Or maybe even Six times, but all he knows is you needed to get the body out of sight; you’re shocked no one heard him. It’s in the middle of an alley Y/N walked through just to get to the Frat Party quicker, panicking he needed to call someone. Y/N couldn’t call Anika, his best friend, because she would freak out and call the police, but he could call his boyfriend, Ethan.

Y/N was dragging the body further into the alley, trying to get it away from the public eye; he was terrified when he saw car headlights making his face glow. He paused, didn't know what to do. Y/N could play it off like his friend passed out drunk, but that wouldn't work; well, the stab wounds on his body, your baby blue sweater stained with crimson, and the car door slammed shut. Y/N saw Ethan; Y/N was happy he was here; however, he didn’t expect him to bring his father, Detective Bailey, and his sister, Quinn.

Y/N sighed, wobbling to Ethan before he hugged him while looking at the body. “Holy shit, I thought you were joking, Ethan.” Quinn snarkily comments. He confesses to Ethan that he didn’t mean to kill him, “It’s okay, Y/N.” he says while wiping tears off his face. “Okay, wrap this body up, and let's get him in the trunk.” Wayne roars; Y/N’s white pants are covered in blood. Y/N got into the backseat of the car and stared off into space while Quinn and her father chatted about their plan to kill off the Carpenters.

“Y/N.” Ethan pulled him out of his thoughts; who's looking at you and brushing your hair out of your bloody face. “Blood really makes you look pretty.” he blurts out, and Quinn cackles. “Get a room.” but she can barely finish the sentence without howling. Ethan scowls and yells at her, resulting in a bicker between them.

Y/N tugged at his sweater, examining the blood stains while Ethan put his arm around Y’N’s shoulder and pulled him in, “Don’t worry, we can wash it, blood probably will stain it, but we can fix it.” he exclaimed as he nuzzled his face into Y/N’s neck. “You did a good job handling the body Y/N.” Ethan communicated with him.

“Yeah, I gotta hand it to you, Y/N; you did a good job killing him,” chuckles Wayne through the rearview mirror; Y/N could only smile at him; Wayne was like a parental figure. He was the only one there for Y/N, and he was so glad when you started dating Ethan, another family member is a good thing. Y/N felt euphoric. It felt like he finally fit in with Ethan’s family, they all loved him, and Ethan was a fantastic lover; he always complimented you after killing someone and always gave you help on homework. Just thinking about it made Y/N blush.

The car ride was long, and they needed to dump the body; Ethan saw he was visibly uncomfortable, so Wayne dropped you two off a block away from the party; you can pass the blood off on your clothes as fake. It’s Halloween; people can believe it. Ethan’s Halloween costume was cute and dorky. No one could suspect him of being a killer. “Y/N, calm down, okay? No one will find out.” Ethan whispers to you, and you nod slowly.

“Hey, Y/N! Over here!” Anika calls out from across the room; as you get closer, she sees the blood. “Are you okay? Do you need us to take you to the hospital?” Anika cries, and you shake your head and say you're fine; you couldn’t find the Halloween costume you wanted, so you just poured ‘fake’ blood on your clothes. Seeing Tara with a frat guy, a well-known date raper, you walk back to Ethan and kiss his cheek as he talks to Chad; distracted, Ethan shoves you and heads upstairs. He is tasered in the balls by Tara's sister, ending the fight. Ethan puts his arm around your bloody sweater, “Wanna return to my dorm?” he smirks, and you roll your eyes. “Sure, Ethan.” Y/N giggled at him, removed his costume hat, and put it on his head.

You really do love him. Once you two get privacy, tell him you will help them kill the Carpenters; he’s happy and chuckles before kissing you. “I love you, Y/N,” Ethan says as he hugs you. “I know,” you said, smiling.

[c0wboylik3m3]

I decided to finish the smut from my first post, I’ve been trying to make my smut more flower (hence the first post) but the more I added kink to the smut the more I forgot to add flowery words and if I try to go back and make it flowery (which I’ve tried) it just turns out shit. But I am looking for feedback so lmk what you think. Also: sorry this is long!

Ps: there harder kinks in this so def check trigger warnings but there is a bit of after care at the end cause I believe it’s important that aftercare is shown in erotica & porn but is often times isn’t even though it’s any important aspect of kink.

TW://

Degradation, praise, cnc, pegging, slight breeding, spanking, overstimulation, ownership.

//

she wiped his face with a shaky hand, collecting herself on her fingers before sticking them into his mouth silently telling him to suck. he closed his lips around her. as he tasted her again he felt as though he was dizzy, he felt as though he might pass out. he worked his mouth around her fingers with a moan. letting the tip of her fingers hit the back of his throat before making his way back up then repeating. shes holy in the most unholy way, at least she made him feel holy. Like he’s sent to heaven and his reward is letting her fuck him for the rest of eternity.

She pulled her hand out of his mouth “are you going to be a good boy for me baby?” She asked the boy in her lap, he moaned at the pet name as he blushed. He hadn’t answered her so her hand met his face with a loud slap “If you don’t answer me baby, I won’t fuck you. Are you going to be a good boy for me baby?”

“Yes- yes. Please fuck me, I need it so bad” he said almost to quick as she wrapped her hand around his ever hardening cock, moving slow. “So good- please. I need it so bad. I’ll be so good- I’ll take your cock so well as you breed me”

“you’re so fucking pathetic” she replied as he buried his head into her neck, thrusting his hips into her hand “all you’re good for is to be fucked, huh?”

“Yes mistress, I’m just a fucking slut for your cock” He babbles, sucking delicate marks on her neck “just here for you to get off”

“I know you are baby, and that’s why you’re gonna let me fuck you til you’re crying and begging me to stop” she says “cause your just a fucking pathetic little slut”

His body trembled at her words, bring him all that much closer. He needs release, his head is going to explode if he doesn’t, He picks up the speed as he continues to thrust into her hand. His eyes are shut as he moans into her neck.

“You’re so desperate for me aren’t you baby, just so desperate to cum” she coo’s at her boy, picking up the speed of her own hand making the boy dizzy “thank me for your orgasm”

He feels his orgasm ripple through his body with a gasp “oh thank you miss- you make me feel so good, thank you. Thank you” He moans as his body collapses against her body, his body still shaking- he’s already so fucked out

“just because you came doesn’t mean I’m done with you baby, you still have to show me how well you take my pretty little cock” her hand started to move again, overstimulating her boy “I bet you take cock so well don’t you, darling- look at you”

Tears threatened to fall from his eyes again, ruining the pretty makeup he had put on to impress his mistress. He yelped as his body jumped, already so tired. He gasped again, burying his head deeper into her neck taking in the smell of her strawberries lotion. Her thumb met his tip making him feel like he’s going to explode and thrust into her hand- his cock already hard and leaking pre-cum. She could destroy him and he’d thank her, he’d even beg for it. Beg for her cock like he’d be saved by it. Like he’d be sent to heaven just because she’s fucking him. Like she will save him, just from her cock and her cock alone.

“It hurts, please” he whined, the tears falling.

Her hand moved from his cock to the nightstand and in a moment of desperation, trying to chase his high once more, he started to move against her lower stomach. She grabbed the bottle of lube before bringing her attention back to her boy, who is now whimpering her name in her ear like a perfect hymn. Her hand met the boys ass with a loud slap.

“And what do you think you’re doing?” She asks as the boy picks up the speed “you really that impatient that you touch yourself without asking?”

“mm- feels good” is all he can say

“I didn’t as if it felt good baby, I asked if you’re really that impatient you touch yourself with out asking?” She spoke again, her boy shoving his face into her neck more. His mascara tears staining his cheeks and her neck

“I’m sorry, I need it- I need it, I’m so close- please” he begs

“I don’t care how close you are” she says, grabbing his hips to stop him

“please, don’t stop” he whimpered

“you didn’t as for permission”

“Please, I’ll be so good for you”

“It’s to late now, darling” she says “I want you to go get the strap on for me baby”

Her boy hops off her and rushed to the top drawer in her dresser to retrieve the strap on. He rushes back to her like a puppy whose owners just got home. She commanded him to get back on the bed on his hands and knees and he followed her command like she’s his god. She watched in admiration at the boy before her, his eyes hooded and blown out, cheeks impossibly pink and his curls stuck to his forehead. She sat up, moving to her boy with a smile.

“you look so pretty on your knees baby, so ready to be used” she says, dragging her hand along the soft skin on his ass “you’re so hard for me, princess” her hand falls between his thighs, dragging her index finger along his length causing him to thrust his hips backwards

Her hand once again met his ass this time much harder, leaving a red mark in its wake, her boy moaned once more, a puddle of pre cum forming beneath him. She reached for the lube squirting a quarter amount on her middle and ring finger. He felt her fingers play with his ass before inserting them into him. A wave of pain moved through his body, not being used to having two fingers with out being stretched with one first.

“It hurts- please just one finger” he begged

“Shut up and take it or I’ll stretch your tight hole with my cock” she said, pausing, still letting her fingers move “I know you like this, it’s what sluts deserve, they deserve pain- especially the naughty ones”

His mistress picked up the speed, making him hurt all that much more. More tears fall from his face, ruining his makeup more. His mistress’s fingers graze his G-spot making his head spin. After hitting his G-spot a few more times the pain turned into pleasure and he started moaning.

“I told you you liked it” she said, pulling her fingers out of him “I think it’s time for you to take some cock”

There was a long pause as he watched his mistress put on the strap, ogling at her. His mouth was open and eyes hooded, he looked like something out of a painting, something handcrafted by god. Something that was thrown out of heaven. His cock was so hard and red, his tip glistening from all the pre cum. His legs trembled as she came closer to him. The cock was much larger than they’ve used before, it both terrified and aroused him. He watched with wide eyes as she moved her hand up and down the shaft, covering it in lube before moving to her boy.

“Are you ready to be used?” She asked, pressing the tip into him “if this hurts, i don’t care. You’re going to take it anyway”

She slid into him with ease. He squeezed against the toy involuntarily as the pain rippled through him. He was right, it’s too big. His body feels like it’s on fire. She slowly pulled her hips away from him, letting he feel every inch of the cock before snapping her hips forward at a quick speed. She continued at this rate, He whined in pain as his eyes squeezed closed and more tears formed

“It hurts” he whines “stop! Please!”

she spanked him before repeating what she had said before “I don’t care. Take it, I know you can”

“It hurts- it hurts. Fuck” he half whimpered in pain and pleaser.

“you’re so fucking tight, so ready to be breed- such a good boy” she said, weaving her hand into his hair. She pulled his head back which changed the angle they’re at. Her cock now hitting his G-spot sending fireworks through his body “look at you being filled”

She moved her hand from his hair to his neck, using it to pull his body up so his body is flushed against hers. Her thrusts quicken as his body starts to tremble once more, turning the boy into a puddle of sweat, tears and moans. His eyes squeeze shut as he begins to beg:

“May I cum, miss- may I” he moans out, the bed sounding like it may break beneath them.

His mistress presses her face to his, taking in his scent- he smells like cigarettes and expensive cologne and now sex-

“Who do you belong to?” She asks “who does this slutty hole belong to?”

he gasps, trying to speak, trying to come up with the words but with every thrust he’s left unable to speak. His head cocked back against her shoulder and a tight grip against his neck he’s so much closer to unraveling, so much closer to making a mess that he wasn’t given permission to make. her hips meeting with his ass, thrusting deeper into him, hitting every spot so perfect his eyes were rolling back into his head. As he got closer and closer to unraveling he had forgotten that his mistress had even asked him a question.

A sharp slap brought him back though, followed “I asked you a fucking question” she paused her movements but was still buried deep into him “if you don’t fucking answer me I’ll leave you right here to finish yourself off”

With every ounce of what he could muster out, he yelled far too loudly: “you, fuck- you. You own me, please just fuck me” followed closely by “I’ll be your good toy, please”

Without warning she thrusted her hips once more, causing the boy to whine out as mascara filled tears continued to fall down his face “are you going to cum for me baby? Come on, I know you can do it for me” she whispered in the boys ear “show mommy how good she makes you feel baby”

A loud whine left his mouth as he came, tears steaming down his face at a more rapid rate as his mistress whispered sweet praise, fucking him much slower now letting him come down from his high.

She let him collapse against their once nicely made bed as he continued to sob, he felt a pair of lips pressed against the curls on the back of his head before he heard footsteps . He just laid there, so completely fucked out, as he heard movement. He heard the rushing sound of running water and cabinet doors being shut before she came back with a soft whisper.

“let’s take a bath baby, come on”

His once commanding mistress turned into a soft, worrisome girlfriend as she helped him to the bath. She helped him into the warm water before she followed, pulling him into her chest as their limbs tangled into one.

[randomgentlefolk]

CPC CHAPTER 158

With each chapter updated, the more I sob to my cat (while wearing my plaid clothes of course)

Also this post is going to be long because I love psychology so much.

Tw: mentions of un-aliving oneself

Lorzanna fighting alongside each other....... that is the most badass way to say "we're girlfriends"

Lorena using the chains as whips and Suzanna doing fencing style!! THEM. I NEED MORE OF THEM.

Medic Syrah! It's like one of those I things I never know I want until I get it.

Aww Orson and Monika holding the portcullis together <3 they're so strong???

Frederick telling Syrah step by step on how to do first aid <3

Also, Frederick using his strategy skill!! He can finally show his talent for Leland to see >:D or, uh, not really since Leland is not currently in the room but ANYWAY

Beckett..Beckett, Beckett, Beckett.... Man got snitched and I'm having second hand embarrassment 💀💀 well he won't be Pastel Top 1 guard but at least he can be with Maria. Oh yeah finally!! He knows who the real Maria is!! I hope he won't forget when he's back conscious tho.

Fellas, let's give appreciation to our guard homies Horace and Old guard (he still needs a name)

Also may I just say Maria looks GORGEOUS in this panel?? HER HER HER??? Also her starting to wonder why Frederick is against the Plaid kingdom?? IT'S ALL COMING TOGETHER Y'ALL.

I went from "Lance!! :D" to "Lance :'(" because damn...DAMN??? Bro tbh I'm relieved the gala foreshadowing is him getting hit on the head and not gettint CHOPPED but on the other hand DAMN. The commander did NOT have to do that DAMN. The blunt head trauma??? What if he hit head when he fell?? "So he won't hurt himself" my foot BRUH. I just checked again and HE HIT HIS HEAD. Bro is gonna get a concussion.

Also his face is still bleeding out. In case someone, uh, forgot.

Go Lorena and Suzie go help him! I know what he did was horrible but he's trying!!

Confrontation Time Yayyy...

Blaine. Blaine bro. Stop. Just. Okay there is a lot of childhood issues to be unpacked here. But you know what before talking to him before telling him what he should do maybe we should all just. Let him relax, for awhile. I mean ngl he looks awful, and I'm not trying to be mean here but he and Frederick clearly needs professional help. But let's unpack them one by one. Let's start with the pianist.

(Disclamier: I am not a professional. I am simply telling you my opinion in this post)

Holy shit. Someone give him a break. Give him lots of sleep. Anything to make this boy relax. Let me just say this right away, golden child syndrome. I'm blaming all of these shit on Leland. Y'all our lesson today is: don't put too much pressure on a child, don't compare your children to each other, and accept your child however they are. Please y'all this has happen too much. A child is smart and they achieves lots of things, then makes that their only reason of living, the only reason they are loved. That's horrible. In Blaine's case, I think he feels as if those achievements, those trophies, are a way to validate his life. It's like he cannot fail because if he fails automatically he disappoints everyone including himself.

We know that he has been 'thriving' since he was child. Let's say approximately since he was uhh 9 years old? That would be 12 years of intense hardwork hell sugarcoated by the paradise of 'winning'. Once again, not exactly the best childhood ever. Not to mention, does he even have any friends? We have never seen him mention any. So we can say that he doesn't have any support outside of him being 'perfect' (well, until Maria at least, but that was pretty short-lived :')

At this point I won't even be surprised if the reason he has been doing self care is only so that he looks good as a model and so that people love him.

Man, he needs intense reality check. Also I'm like 99% sure he definitely doesn't want to kill Frederick. The event of him and Lance beating the shit out of the bullies still live in my head rent free. Bro is VERY confused with his life right now and needs help.

Let's move on to the youngest now

Right of the bat I'm going to say:

Scapegoat child, self esteem issues, possibility of depression, and uh we're gonna have to add this now... possibility of being suicidal. Alright.

What is a scapegoat child? A scapegoat child is the child who is pretty much blamed for everything and takes attention of the center of the problem, if that makes sense. As far as I know, this is the child who recognize the actual problems in the family, and is the one to break the cycle of abuse. These children are the opposite of the golden child. And you know what it makes sense that both of them are in the same household. If there is a golden child to praise and give attention to, then there is the scapegoat who is blamed and left out. That is what Frederick is in his family.

Self esteem issues. This boy has been told he is pathetic, weak, useless, and all of those words for his entire life, to the point he actually believe that those words are his entire personality.

Now, I'm not gonna straight up say he is suicidal, though we have an evidence in the panel here. But if we look at the past chapters, he doesn't exactly actively try to die. Those moments where he fell of the Pastel hills are accidents. But we can also say that the suicidal thoughts just came recently. Especially considering what is happening lately. Being trapped in a deep hole with little to no socialization can really do some things to you...even if you're an introvert. We are social creatures. As much as we say we hate chatting with people, we also don't want to be alone with no social communication our entire life now, do we?

Anyway, I'm going to suggest this, there is a chance that Frederick probably has what is called passive suicidal ideation. He doesn't actively try to die, but he wouldn't care if he die. But I'm a little conflicted on this one. Maybe someone else who is better at this field of study can help me?

We can also assume that Frederick told Blaine to kill him out of desperation. There are lots of possibilities that I hope Lambcat will explore more in the future.

Also his coping mechanism of escaping reality is something to watch out for since he has shown signs of not being able to differentiate between reality and fantasy

Now, I just want to say that there is a chance that I'm heavily wrong here. But I'm just stating my opinion and I'm not trying to offend anyone. If there is something wrong in what I wrote please do tell me.

Okay, let's move on to the next scene now—

NAH BLAINE SWINGING THAT SWORD 💀💀 Bro is clearly so stressed istg. C'mon Blaine the curse tattoo doesn't look THAT bad. It looks aight if you ask me. I would even say it's unique.

Yeahhh! What Whitney said! Lmao I'm so sorry but this scene reminds me of Steven Universe and Spinel. Whitney just wanna talk it out :') he has changed so much from his old self.

YOOOO ALL THE ELDEST SIBLINGS ARE GIVING BLAINE A REALITY CHECK. Maria, Whitney, Calpernia. Snap outta it Blaine please.

"I'd like to cut in" Goals. I do also want to start my battle by saying a pun. I can't wait for Prez vs Blaine!! It's going to be sick.

THE MAIDS. HOLY MOLY (haha get it?). Of course they also have weapons. It makes sense considering how protective Jack is! Also

Was. Was the cleaver not enough? Lol 💀

I am even more hyped for Leland vs The maids!

Well, that's it for now. That was a long ass post lmao. I'm gonna go back to class.

Mono out! (But still in to hear your thoughts)

[sparkbugs]

My liveblog reaction post for JRWI Riptide 114! :3 SPOILERS AHEAD if that wasn’t obvious.

I completely forgot. About the bastion/stronghold. IF THEY LEAVE THE SHIP THEY LOSE THE TELEPORTER.

Haha! Ha. Wowie this is extremely stressful to start a session Jesus Christ. Pls get good perception AGGG. The laughter but it’s so stress LMAOOO AAAA

If anyone dies this episode! Haha.

How is this all 10 mins into the episode it’s just a terrible chase scene I am so. Aughhh

THANK GOD TBEY GOT TO THE DOCKS. BUT IS THE SHIP OKAY. if the ship fucking denigrates they lose their teleporter man they need that to get home if anything haha! Aggghghsh

The fucking. Fish shoes. Also PORTABLE HOLE LMAOOO

Gryffon :( my boy protect the ship my guy ily

Godddd because of the title I’m so fucking sure there’s stuff about Jay’s family here. I’m so sure there’s lots of things here but it’s so not safe.

Darkness lets gooo… oh.. that audio… ohhhhggg ahhdnjs oh goddddd

“Hello..?” *unimaginable horror response in a roar*

HOW HAS IT ONLY BEEN 25 MINS THERE ARE UNIMAGINABLE HORRORS THIS IS TERRIFYING

Portable holeeeee that’s a smart play, but that’s terrifying to think bout the helmet

“GUYS YOU HAVE TO SEE THIS” “what is it gill?” “Stairs!” “… that’s a ladder gill-“ I love them so much

More unimaginable horror sounds! Oh boy! This is. It’s been 30 fucking minutes.

Oh yucky.. skin… Jesus.. oh noooogghdjhdns

ITS GONE?!?!? WHERE THE FUCK DID IT GO.

THIS IS NOT THE FUCKING TIME TO BE ARGUINGGGG AAAAGGGG

I hate this so fucking much actually

The bit shoes.. Charlie please

We have made it 40 mins in let’s goooo haha. Ha!

A GLHYPHHJDHHSHS JAY NO WHAT HEY. FIREEE????? 37 POINTS HOLYYYY FUCKKKKK

HAHSJFHSJAIDJSUHWKS CREATURES THEYRE HERE AND THEYRE ANGRY

Haha it’s all fine now. Also the fucking bones aren’t real??? What. HAHAHAHAJGSIW UH OH BIZLY PLEASSEE

LMAOOO HAHAGGGSHDA THE PARANOIA IS SO FUCKING REAL

HAHSHSHSHA THE FUCKING MICROCHIPS IN THE WATER NOO STOP FUCKIN WITH GILL LMAO

Almost an hour in!! Woooooo! No ones dead thank fucking god

Thank god Chip please make sure no one dies thank u skelly man <3

Floor threeeee baybeee surely nothing happens here. :)

There’s someone waiting for themmmmm hahaha

“Jay can you do me a flavor right now?”

AHAHSHSHSHA WHATTTT WDYMMMM EVERYTHING GULLIOKFNXUSHSO GILLION NOOOOOO WHAT THE FUCKSHAIABA also the last quote being Gillion’s last words man. Yikes

Where is my boy where is my boy where is my boy. IS THAT HIS FUCKING SKIN

ITS HIS FUCKING SKINH IM SO MOT OKAY WHWRE IS MY BOY WHEFE IS HE. GIVE HIM BACK THEY JUST GOT HIM VACK

Haha. I’m fine :) I’m gonna ignore that for now haha cause why. Would that be an issue :)

I’m so worried about him actually. Bring him back

THEY WERE FUCKING EXPERIMENTING ON THE ICHOR. I KNEW IT BUT GOD THE CONFIRMATION IS. UGHHHGHDJSK yea this is such a navy thing to do. Yuck

Oh my god they didn’t see what skin the trition in the ground was. What if that was Edyn. Oh I’m so unwell.

GODDD THEYRE USING THE LEVIATHAN AND THE FUCKING ICHOR AS A SUPER WEAPON. WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THE NAVY.

NOT EVEN HALFWAY THROUGH THE EPISODE YET WHAT THE FUCKKKKKK

Chip is so me I would totally. Grab bone pieces. EWWWW WHY MORE SKIN GROSS HOW MANY PEOPLE DID THEY FUCKING KILL

DEATHWARD SAVED THIS MAN PLEASE STAY MY GUY I LOVE YOU. this man is being crucified.. oh my god,,

Holy shit.. Kuba kenta :o is that u bitch

ITS HIMMMM HOLYYYY SHITTYTTT HAHSHSHSHAHA he’s such a bastard but also such a good villain… godddddd he’s just a fluffy guy :3

Mmmmmm machineeeeee

Giving me The Core from Amphibia vibes. This is fucking TERRIFYING. I MEAN I WAS RIGHT HERE CAUSE GILLION WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU. PLEASE. GILLION WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT. WHY DID YOU SIT IN THE CHAIR

WHWIDUDISHWJDJEIEJAIWHDIRJE GILLION. WHAT THE FUCK. Oh

Oh my god. 0 initiative. Oh my god Gillion please

“I would like to touch myself… and say- there’s more wait” PLEASEEE CHARLIEEE LMAOOOO

AWAAA RUN GILLION RUNNNNNN

“Oh my god, Gillion’s not fast.” HES RUNNING FOR HIS LIFE RIGHT NOW SO MAYBE HE IS??

It’s totally him right. YEA it’s Gilly :) why hasn’t he told them about Kuba Kenta.

Aughhhhghhfjskb CONDI?!??? LMAOOOO

Why. Are you. I. I despise them so much.

FIREWALL AUGHHGH NOT AGAIN

“CHEEBO” the rest of chips skin is fucking burnt off Jesus Christ

.. oh fuck. There’s more people going in????? It better not be the rest of the crew. INVISIBLITY WENT DOWN IGHDHDHSJS

Bones… gill I’m so sorry man :(

CHIP STOP BEING LIKE THAT YOU LOVE THEM. You love them. They you’re besties.

NATURAL 1 BUT IGS A FUCKING 23 WHAT THE HELLLLLL

Aughhhhhhhh paijnnnm pleaseeee surely nothing goes wrong mannnn what the hell

… conch shell time haha uh oh surelyyyy this will be fine

Jay my beloved <3 you got this girl

AAAA Grandma Ferin… SHES FUCKING CRAZY HOLY SHIT. Vault… time.. oh no. Woahhhh wonder. If that’s the true prophecy in there

CONDI DEAFENED AUGSJHSJGA WHATTT NO BRING HIM BACK OH FUCK

Haha they’re trapping themselves in this room. Uh oh.

OH. GILLION. OH NO. OH NOOO WHAT. HELLO. HEY. Uh oh. Hey. WHAT THE FUCKKKKKKK WHAT IS GOING ON

WHERE IS MY FISH MAN WHERE IS HE WHERE IS HE

THE HORRORS ARE THERE THE HORRORS. THATS WBY HE DIDNT TELL ABLUT KUBA KENTA OH MY GOD

…

The sword. Thank god.

PELASEEEE DONT LET ANY OF TJEM DIE OM GONIFNIBSJA GILLIONS GOING GO SAVE HIS FRIEND HES FOINF AS FAST AS HE VAN

JAY PLEASE GO HELP PLEASE FUCKKKK ING HELL

Ichor creature. Godddddd

I don’t even have words this is just combat that’s terrible and I hate it

Aughhdhxhsishdjsn man. People have been so right about how this episode is Bad bad. Like. Wow.

2 and half hours in. Pain and suffering. Please don’t let Chip die again. Charlie did really fucking good playing his doppelgänger without breaking that’s insane.

Gillion’s yelling at each other would be so much funnier if it wasn’t. A life or death situation

CHARLIE SALUTING IM SO UPSET PLEASSESS LET THEM LIVE

YEAHAHAHAHDHDHS GET HIS ASS JAY

HAHA HEY.

HOW ARE THEY TYING IM GONNA CRYYYY

HE WCJDJDSHS HE DID IT HE FUCKING DID IT OM GONAN THROW UP OHHHHGG MU GOD

GILLIONS STUFF FUCKKKKING WAITAAGGG

HAHAHDHSGWGE KUBA KENTA MENTION.

Oh. He’s. Opening. Kubas cage. Gillion. Hey.

Haha they have to go back UP?!? Well. Riptide pirates, it was nice knowing you.

Chip. Can’t be healed I am so upset. Also I feel like the creatures are just going to escape. And Kuba Kenta is going to be Right There.

Dopplegilly you bitch ass mother fucker give my boy back his stuff

WHDIXHSIDHS THEY PUT HIM IN THE HOLE??? Well. I mean. Go off

I hope they don’t fucking fall into the lava. Like seriously after all that.

Well. Gillion. Please let this man get his stuff. WALL OF WATER THANK GODDDD

How is there a half hour left.

HE HAS MISTY STEP. CHARLIE WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU

I am so. AUEGUESHS THE LIFE DEBT OF DOPPELGILLY GOINF BACK INTK THE HOLE PLEASE LMAOOOO WHAT IS THIS

Please get out of here please just get the ship off the island oh my god

So much murderrr please go n get them and get out im so ahdichdiebz

oh . The fucking. Turrets. LMFAO COUNTER SPELL THE FUCKING ASS TURRETS JDDIDBKS

THE FUCKCONF DECK IM GONNA LOSE IT PLEASE. DONT LET HIM DO THAT PLEASE

WHY NOT JUST FUCKING THROW THE DECK OF CARDS UP. WHY. I’m gonna.

THE IDIOT CARD. OH MY GODDD HAHAHDJDHAUA 3 INTELLIGENCE IM SOGONGNDHSBA

THE VOID. LMAOOOO HES FUCKING GONE THANK GOD. Anyways the TURRETS.

THEY FUCKING DID IT LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOOOO

Well. That was. An episode. Well. I can see why everyone was freaking out about it LMAO THEYRE ALIVE THOUGH LETS GOOOO RIPTIDE PIRATES

[fyodoro]

i see that angst post, ask and you shall receive

it's a bit more character than reader centric, but what about akito/ena spilling their guts about how their father is?

Wounds That Last & Last

Featuring Akito Shinonome and Ena Shinonome

Anon ily for this thank you, I hope you like this though sorry it’s not as angsty as you or I hoped it’d be, i was in too much of a good mood…

Cw) cursinggg, papa shinonome we no likey papa shinonome in this, akito’s was kinda self projected tbh

Akito Shinonome

You couldn’t say you were too surprised when Akito showed up in your house without much warning, he does it too far often for whatever reason. But what you thought was going to be a relaxing meeting quickly burnt out in your head as your boyfriend started spewing out a string of curses.

“I fucking hate him, holy shit. I fucking hate him so much- he’s such-“

Akito was shaking with anger and was unknowingly pulling at his hair, you felt terrible for cutting him off while he ranted but he needed to take a breath. He seriously looked like he was ready to fight whoever he was talking about.

“Akito, breath, I’ll get you water… who are you talking about and do you need to stay the night over here?”

“Yes- fuck… my dad, my fucking dad. I can’t stay in that shit hole of a house with that bastard.”

He gulped down the water the second you placed it in front of him, Akito looked really out of it. You weren’t sure if he was okay with physical contact right now, not knowing exactly what situation he just left.

A moment of silence hung over the two of you as Akito was still trying to calm himself down from his anger; not wanting to take it out on you or for you to feel like it’s targeted at you.

“(Name), I can’t go home- I can’t. He’s gonna tell me the same things everyone else tells me, I don’t wanna hear it from my dad… I don’t wanna give up music.”

Although he was giving you the pieces out of order and context, you were slowly started to piece the story together in your head. Akito’s dad must of commented on his music, and clearly it wasn’t a good comment. And Akito must have fired back, leading to a fight. You didn’t wanna ask if it got physical or if Ena got involved, but you had a feeling one of the two did if Akito is this pissed.

“I’m gonna go up to your room, I just need to lay down and be with you. I feel like I’m about to break and I fucking hate it.”

You didn’t muster up any words yet, only following him up to your room where he flopped himself on the bed. The poor boy looked exhausted and drained.

“Akito, you know how much I love you right?”

“Mhm.. I know..”

“You can stay here as long as you need, I won’t leave you alone. As long as you need to get away from your father, my house and room is always open to you. And even if you just wanna stop by- of course.”

Although his faces was buried in the mattress and pillows, Akito was blushing like an idiot and for a moment he forgot all about the fight. As long as he had you by him, he knew things would be ok.

“(Name), get over here, you know I can hardly sleep without you..”

Even in all his anger and sorrow, Akito can’t help but see you as his sun. The miserable clouds in his head getting shined through when your around. And though he can’t say it out loud, he hopes the way he hold you tight against him says it for him.

Ena Shinonome

Ena isn’t fond of talking about her struggles, let alone her relationship with her father. So when she comes knocking on your door with tear stained cheeks, you knew it had to have been bad.

She practically collapsed into you when you allow her to enter your house, breaking down into a fit of tears and choked sobs. You didn’t move, only placing your arms around Ena while giving her a soft “Shhhhh.” She didn’t want to move nor leave, wanting to get as far away from her father and struggles as she possibly could.

Her cries quieted down and her sobs became less frequent, making you feel more comfortable with guiding her towards your room. You knew better than to ask her too talk about her problems, so you silently waited while keeping your arms around her until she was ready to speak up.

“My dad- my dad- I hate him (Name), I can’t fucking stand it when he’s there!”

Ena’s breath started to pick up as her eyes started watering again, you squeezed her hand gently and didn’t pry if she didn’t want to continue talking. You just hoped your presence and physical comfort was helping her.

“I was painting something- I really liked it actually..! it was a human heart growing flowers with an eye in the middle, I thought it would be something my dad wouldn’t comment on, since it’s ‘real art’ in his eyes. But he- he told me to give up on it- and to just throw it out. He pointed out every last thing that was wrong with it until I couldn’t even see the good parts of the painting. And he had the fucking audacity to tell me I was too sensitive and if I couldn’t take ‘constructive criticism’ I should just give up!”

She felt herself start to crumble again, too tired to cry but not tired enough to close her eyes. All Ena could do was cling onto you for any sort of security and comfort, what you always gave her just by being there. You softly rubbed her back and held her hand, an act to help calm her down and relax her.

“Ena… I think your art is beautiful, it always feels like a blessing to my eyes whenever you show me a sketch or finished piece. He’s too harsh on you sweetheart, because what I and anyone else see in your paintings is perfection. Do you wanna stay the night to avoid him?”

“I’d like that, a lot. I don’t wanna go back..”

“And that’s okay.”

Ena found comfort on your mattress and under your comforter, the same comfort she always finds with you. It was something that made her life feel less worthless and more bright. She may not say it out loud, but it’s only with you that she can feel this sort of happiness.

Without realizing, she clung to you in her sleep as she washed today’s sorrows out of her mind.

[ryuichirou]

Replies

Happy Monday! Catching up a bit... About our recent posts, Jade and Floyd’s new card and some random twst-related stuff.

Starting with replies about the OruVil comic from a couple of days ago!

Anonymous asked:

HOGH I really love that recent Film Club art~

And the outfits you gave them is so good!

Thank you for the food! 💚

Hi, 💚 Anon! You’re very welcome and thank you!! I am very happy you liked the outfits; for some reason (pretty obvious one tbh), picking clothes for Vil always makes me nervous lol So I’m glad it looks ok!

I love Film Club...

Anonymous asked:

FUCK SORRY IM BACK

💚 ANON HERE

I FORGOT TO SAY THAT ORTHO DESIGN IS SO GOOOOD I SWEAR I LOVE LOVE LOVE IT HE'S SO TALL  AND BEAUTIFUL asddsfdsgfGAfdf

HI AGAIN, 💚 ANON!!

Thank you again! I really like to think that Ortho would’ve been a handsome guy. Well, it’s not like he isn’t handsome as he is~

blackbutlerfandomnerddomain asked:

DUDE ORTHO HAS SOME FASHION SENSE HOLY SHIT!!!

Yes! This is what you become when you have Vil as your mentor <3

Anonymous asked:

Rook would be cheer captain of anything he's so excited for literally nothing half the time.

I would say good for him, but honestly, good for everyone around him. We all need Rook hyping us up for no reason in our lives sometimes.

Anonymous asked:

The tweels are the worst kind of caretakers XD XD XD

(this is related to this post)

Well, at least their caring nature makes Azul recover way faster! <3 Isn’t that sweet?

Anonymous asked:

Hmmm, is Neige enjoying watching Vil’s agonized screams?

This one is probably referring to a sketch from Ko-Fi; and it’s related to a fic that Katsu wrote!

But to answer your question: I think he is just mesmerised by his acting talent <3

Anonymous asked:

Oooh, so who’s the lucky someone who took Trey’s v card? What’s his body count?

This one is also related to a sketch from ko-fi wink wink~

Anon, I really want you to ask this question to Trey directly while looking into his eyes, I think it would result in our witnessing a human being becoming a tree (to become unnoticeable) in real life. But jokes aside, I think Trey is the type of person to have his first time with just some guy who he was kind of attracted to, nothing big or serious. He might have had a couple of encounters like this... But stopped the moment Riddle became a NRC student for some reason.

TLDR; Trey Clover has stories to tell but he doesn’t anyone to know about it.

Or maybe! Maybe he is still a virgin and this whole thing is just a big misunderstanding. Who knows~

Anonymous asked:

does fem idia only forgo bras or is she just straight up commando under her clothes

Come on, Anon, she’s not a certain eel woman... and not even another certain eel woman. She wears panties! <3 Sometimes this is the only thing she wears though.

Anonymous asked:

Hyperventilating right now, have you guys seen the new upcoming Tweels (in their merform) ssrs cards??? They look so HOT 🔥

Yes!! They look very good! I’m really looking forward to seeing them in good quality + the groovies, I am so glad we got them!

Anonymous asked:

Why is everyone crapping on the anatomy of the new tweels’ ssr card? It looked great to me 😓

They are? I’m very out of the loop, the only thing I’ve seen is some kids being angry at them having pecks + abs and at people thinking they look sexy... Which is very stupid; they’ve always had pecks and abs, they’re mermen, for fuck’s sake, they use their stomach and chest muscles a lot. And the cards are very obviously drawn to look sexy lol of course people are going to comment on that.

If we’re talking about anatomy though, I think the anatomy on twst cards is always “good enough”; sometimes it’s amazing, sometimes it’s less successful, but with these two in particular I don’t see anything super offensive anatomy-wise. This isn’t a certain Diasomnia boy’s certain groovy.

Anonymous asked:

I’m  going to guess that Azul leaves a lot of his lovers unsatisfied with his speed rounds of sex

(referring to this post)

Not necessarily! Speed rounds of sex is Azul’s ideal form of sex because it’s efficient. But Azul would also absolutely hate to leave his lover unsatisfied because it would hurt his ego; so basically no one leaves until everyone is satisfied... which is even worse somehow lol This is probably one of the reasons Azul doesn’t like sex very much.

Anonymous asked:

Strange idea, but Azul with Idia or something and they're having fun and whatnot and Idia's just so tired and wants a break and he keep saying that, but Azul doesn't believe him.

So he just keeps going.

I don’t think anything strange about your idea, Anon, I think this is pretty normal for these two. Azul doesn’t necessarily have more stamina than Idia, but he does have a lot of energy, stubbornness and determination! And horniness too sometimes...

Anonymous asked:

have you considered jade/jamil at any point?

Not in any serious way; we just haven’t seen anything that would get us the sparks yet. But we’re not opposed to it.

Anonymous asked:

For some reason, this clip: https://youtu.be/enJda42gLcA?si=SQe9LFw1SsfDX4Ev. Especially when she was questioning what all the suffering was for because that’s exactly what Riddle was doing during his overblot

My main takeaway from this video is damn I would love to read a detective book written by Riddle...

But also, I see what you mean! It’s easier to deal with trauma if it results in something good or at least right. But unfortunately, this isn’t how it always is...

[mindotaur]

I find it interesting that syscovery is very rarely linear. Here’s a long post about discovering, rediscovering and accepting our system, filled with mushy feelings at the end because I am quite the sentimental one.

content warning for self-destructive behavior, though we don't go into too much detail about what that was

We’ve mentioned in our writing and in some previous posts how we’ve always been overtly plural, we just didn’t know that was a thing. I remember being seven and interacting with Lim, playing with her when we were alone. I would always talk to myself out loud, sometimes we had verbal disagreements that made our family look at us funny – and that’s how our brother gave us the nickname Sméagol.

There are many memories that we can only explain now that we know about our plurality, now that we have the language to describe what was happening to us. We had flashbacks we thought were hauntings, alters known by name to our friends and partner at the time (who we notably described as ‘the other me’), impulsive and self-destructive behaviors we didn’t always understand because we were missing part of the puzzle, terrible memory gaps that we tried to explain away as being a byproduct of alcoholism (never mind the fact that we started drinking to cope with the memory gaps, not the other way around), and more… less than stellar things. The true sauce on the disordered burger, if you will.

Giselle, one of our previous hosts, found a forum online that talked about DID in the 2000s and she was like “holy shit, that’s me/us!” and tried to get support for our system as a teenager.  The trouble is that we lived in a small town with truly shitty mental health professionals who only traumatized us further, and Lim (our primary protector at the time) knew we weren’t ready to deal with the DID. She essentially forced Giselle into dormancy and we completely forgot that DID even existed.

Did that stop the voices, the discussions, the flashbacks, the blackouts? Did it stop our mother from talking about how we “seemed like a completely different person from moment A to moment B”? Absolutely not. We just lost the means to explain it to ourselves and others, and so we were certain we were psychotic. We began to describe the sensation of dissociation as “I think I’m hallucinating”, because the voices would get more intense and our vision would get blurry. Suppressing the system made the cacophony louder, increased headaches and sensitivities, increased self-destructive behavior to the maximum.

We moved states, went to university, had a terribly traumatic relationship as adults and spiraled out of control. We were in another relationship when our partner told us we needed therapy because things were absolutely unmanageable, and they were right. We started seeing our therapist and regularly visiting the psychiatrist, taking medications as prescribed and searching for a name for what was wrong with us.

The first thing we were diagnosed with was schizoaffective bipolar disorder, explaining the apparent psychosis and the episodes of mania and depression that we had since adolescence. Except the antipsychotics didn’t do anything about the voices, they didn’t stop the dissociation, they just acted as mood regulators. Schizoaffective was crossed off after a while.

It took us two years of weekly therapy, at times bi-weekly, and several medication adjustments until we gained any form of stability. We moved out of our family’s home and found our first “real” job, and that’s when the memory gaps got worse. We had our own money, our own time, and access to the entire big city we were now living in. Unbeknownst to us, Giselle was back from her dormancy and ready to make up for the years she had lost, so we were partying every week, I had fresh tattoos I had no memory of getting or even planning for, clothes I didn’t remember buying, money absolutely could not stay in my account.

Giselle was also what you may call a sexual protector, so we would black out during very specific instances, such as visits to the gynecologist. One time I remember I was in the elevator of the obgyn’s clinic, I dissociated, and suddenly I was in a completely different part of town with a bag of goodies she had bought from a street vendor.

I can’t tell you what it was like from her point of view, but for me it was absolutely disorienting. We started seeing a different psychiatrist and we got diagnosed with DID, but a lot of the support we got came from the online community of systems willing to explain things in layman’s terms. Our psychologist is trauma-educated but she had never worked with a system before, so we learned together, and she’s an absolute gem.

It wasn’t easy at first. I used to fight every switch, to be terrified of losing control, particularly to Giselle because she was so wild and irresponsible. I didn’t understand then that she was wild because she was locked away and repressed for so long, I didn’t know I was making it worse. Sometimes when we switched it would last upwards of 40 minutes, and I would know we were switching because of the terrible headache and anxiety that would come with it.

Time isn’t something easy for us to track, so I can’t tell you how long it was until I accepted Giselle and she accepted that her actions had consequences. We established a truce, then a friendship. The headaches went away and we could switch intentionally. It was around that time that other system members started showing themselves, and we began to actively work on improving our communication and memory-sharing.

For the first year of this, our now-wife would attend therapy with us and help fill in the gaps where I couldn’t remember things. Eventually, we were able to return to solo therapy sessions and our psychologist started working with one of us at a time, depending on who would front that day. We missed a lot of sessions because we forgot about them, but our therapist is an angel and she never gave up on us.

I remember one of my earlier thoughts about recovery being “I don’t want to be alone”. I was scared of Giselle and whoever else I may not know about, yes, but I had Lim – and I didn’t want to lose Lim, she’d always been with me. When we learned about functional multiplicity, we all agreed it was the way to go.

I don’t know how many hours we put into journaling, planning, talking with our partners and friends, endless therapy sessions, exploring different hobbies, making and testing playlists that would help each of us front, finding out what our positive and negative triggers were, exploring the inner world… it’s been years of hard work to get to the fluid communication we have now.

Giselle eventually fused with Roland. I grew to love them both, and I love who they became together. August is an absolute sweetheart. I can look back now and see everywhere the others helped us survive, every hurdle we overcame together, and it fills me with the deepest love and appreciation for them. We’re a rather large system and I love almost every one of us. There’s one still stuck in abusive trauma cycles, but he’s been getting quieter and we hope to get him to come around.

Overall, we’ve achieved functional multiplicity. We can work, we have a healthy marriage, we have friends, we own a house… we still have some issues (example: our social anxiety got worse during the pandemic), but we’re working through them together and helping each other every step of the way. Lim learned to let go and not be overprotective now that we’re no longer in an actively traumatic situation, we’ve learned to be more flexible with our roles, even if some of us still find them very useful, and we’re almost always cofronting. Switches are easier, we have less episodes of one of us getting frontstuck, almost no flashbacks or dissociative seizures unless we’re in specific high-stress situations… I don’t know, it’s good.

I love my system. I love finding out who we can become together. I love our friends who accept us for who we are, I love being open about us with more and more people. I wish we’d suffered less; I wish the road had been easier, but I would not trade them for anything in the world.

I don’t know if I had a point with this. I was just remembering our journey so far and I needed to get the feelings on paper. I don’t know if this will be particularly helpful to anyone, and we are notably bad at giving advice, so just accept this as a testimony to our lived experience. I am so proud of my system and myself for our growth and recovery I need to shout it from the rooftops.

What I can say is this: if you’re a disordered system and you’re just starting to figure things out, be patient with yourselves. Put in the work to get to where you want to be. It’s so incredibly worth it.

[ranposbabe]

Infidel | Johan liebert x Reader

Chapter 2

A/n : I literally forgot to post this last night so here it it’s 😭

"Apologies for my late arrival, sir." You sigh, hurriedly rushing to your seat near the window. "No need for apologies. The professor states, raising his hands in defence. "I understand your father struggling to get cases over and done with so they're practically getting anyone these days to achieve that." He laughs, taking a swig from the old and bitter cup of coffee.

Old and bitter...sounds quite familiar.

You slyly raise a brow at his remark yet nonetheless sat down, placing your folder out on the dainty small coffee table in front of you.

"So down to business. I understand someone you were in contact with recently passed due to suspicious circumstances, correct ?" You ask, flipping through the folder. "Well yes I-

The man suddenly stops, his breath hitched as he stares down at the photographs before him. You slowly raise your head, not understanding what caused his sudden distraction.

There laid a photograph of a man being victim to a acid attack. Fragments of the skull exposed with parts of the flesh starting to rot along with somehow the eye still being intake despite the eye socket lolling to the side of the blood covered skin.

"This isn't too much for you is it ?"

"I've been doing this for a few months now, sir. I'm wise now to know not to have porridge before examining evidence photographs." You shrug, flipping through the photographs.

"Ah ! Here." You stop, pointing to a photograph of the victim associated with this particular case.

"Do you see the little marks here around the eyes ?" You ask, pointing to around the eyes "Those are clearly marks left from finger nails digging into the skin." You sigh, taking an exhausted breath.

"Seeing how deep they are and how short and curved they seem, I would suggest it being someone who looks after themselves well, meaning manicures regularly, assuming it's a woman maybe."

You suggest, staring out the photograph carefully. Despite acknowledging the quiet man sat across from you, you couldn't notice the man sat in shock at just how quickly you could come up with an answer to the questions other detective would struggle to answer. But then again...he didn't even have a chance to ask you about the man as you had already dived in . The man couldn't help but to wonder was it due to your intelligence or rather your interest in finishing the case and leaving as soon as possible.

"It's definitely not his of course." You continue.

"So to that I say he probably attacked said woman and in self defence she tried to scratch his eyes out and failed but she isn't responsible for his death." You state, shaking your head.

"If you look closely you see around the lower collar the skin has marks left of a rope-

"So he was strangled to death ?" The man inquires.

"Ha ! No !" You suddenly exclaim.

Oh how you love the sudden look of confusion on a persons face.

"Do you really believe a young girl with dainty fingernails could take out a man with a fat neck like him ?"

.

When you found yourself returning to your disdained and somewhat falling apart apartment you couldn't help but feel slightly gutted. You understood rather early on in this unwanted job that men long in or out of the career would rather slice a finger off than to admit a woman was right.

Despite having all the evidence to suggest the cause of the cause. You were shot down like a rabid dog and left with "interesting inquiry, y/n. Now let the rightful people deal with this."

Men.

"Ah !" You groan, reaching up to rub your temple. You manage to throw your belongings down onto the lonesome couch before practically climbing over rubbish that laid on the carpet. Clean it later.

You can't help but sigh as you crouch down to the height of the small kitchen fridge. Peeling off the sticky note from the fridge that states "CALL ME ! - FATHER"

Yeah right. Do your dismay and disgust the fridge was almost empty besides the-

"Holy shit that's gone off !" You cry, pinching your nose in horror as you practically run to the sink to throw out the expired milk. "I need a bath." You moan, stretching your tight arms as you head down the minor corridor.

.

They say that baths are suppose to be a calming experience to not only relax the body but also the mind. What bullshit.

Your brows furrow as you stare up at the ceiling. The dull light keeps flickering every few minutes and making a buzzing noise.

Ah the noise. Your tongue clicks in irritation as your head lols to the side, your eyes catching a glimpse of a opened folder. A case.

You couldn't really recall every making a decision so fast. You step out the tub, feet touching the awfully cold tiles, grabbing a towel before heading down to your bedroom. But not before grabbing the file along with you. Your wet fingertips smudging the papers.

.

"Usual ?" The bartender asks as he cleans off a glass. "Yeah." You state, sparing him a quick glance. You don't recognise the man, however you lack care as you already start to flick through the folder.

Your hand reaches up to place your hair behind your ear. You could feel that your hair was slightly damp.

You rub your temples in hope of soothing the aching headache. Yet to no avail.

The lights, aw the lights gleamed as bright full as always. The sound of chitter chatter filled the wholesome pub as those gathered together in harmony.

However that dreadful heavy buzz and the ringing in your ear never went.

But then it stopped. As soon as your ears picked up the daunting sound of the stool beside scratching against the floor as someone sat down. Slowly but surely, raising your tired eyes they momentarily widen at the intimate sight. Unsmiling blue eyes met your bewildered eyes and suddenly you feel the strong urge to look away yet your curious eyes betray you.

[fictionfixations]

corporate needs you to find the difference between these two pictures /hj

(from this post translating the departure ova, or basically the prequel to world heroes mission bc idk where to find it normally)

screenshot from this video cuz i cant replay cutscenes lmfao

like. okay so i started thinking about hawks and aventurine in the same thought train and i just. couldnt let it go. and then i remembered that departure ova where he had those sunglasses(?) (IDK The name of stuff. im just gonna call them glasses.)

didnt realize that they're kind of doing similar poses. thats because hawks had the glasses on his eyes but he pushed them up, and here aventurine is about to remove his glasses during the cutscene

MAJOR MHA & HSR spoilers

(if it gets confusing im begging you to read parts of it with the other character's part because im trying to connect them but it might get confusing reading it first)

no but listen me thinks of two boys with not great childhood in greedy corporation who h as. probably wronged them-

well in all honesty i dont remember shit about if the hpsc has done horrible things. scratch that they have because literally nagant. sorry ive forgotten so much mha story its been awhile (i was gonna go on a rant about how its just another thing the fandom considers canon because yes. like. i dont think tsukauchi has ever been confirmed to have a lie detector quirk, its just that his sister who appears in the vigilantes(?) manga does)

hawks cozying up to the league to get secrets (i almost said league of assassins im crying. batman go brr.) backfires

forced to reveal shit (remember dabi revealing in like his video in Dabi's Dance Hawks' backstory?? also portrays him in a negative light, viewing him as a murderer)

he also tries to make himself seem righteous like 'i couldnt let these injustices stand!'

(from wiki. also his wings get damaged, they can regrow but not to what it was before) ALSO fakes death (temporarily. LMFAO tokoyami)

also this is kinda weak but gets hit while hes down

(technically) hawks is still alive but his quirk is still kinda gone forever i think

anyway i think he appeared in the latest chapter. he seems to be doing well. tbh i have such a shit memory. uhm spoilers for that chapter but i just got so distracted by the todoroki family and dabi like holy shit

FHSOIfh i think hes the HPSC president now.???? DAMN good for him ?

bACK ON TRACK. aventurine cozying up to the family to find out the 'truth'

sunday does his weird shit to force aventurine to say the truth or get punished (asks him about his past and personal shit like 'do you love your family more than yourself' or something, asks about him being an avgin, if hes the only survivor, if he wants to destroy the world) (also sunday thinks of aventurine as like a liar?? like. like. i forgot what it was but he viewed him as like an ill-intentioned person he needed to get rid of. thinking of him in a negative light and probably partially because he was associated with the IPC.)

he calls him a villain. i. DAMN (from the wiki) so like. you see what i mean? also acts righteous acting like aventurines the bad guy while hes the one in the right

bruh gets told he has seventeen system hours to live

cheeses through it (nihility able to cut through it if you were confused during the story on how he lived) but fakes his death (temporarily. he can come back out around 2.3 lOl but it still took a strain on him)

gets threatened while hes still recovering from the aftereffects of the nihility and everything

genuinely dont remember hawks getting hurt during afo fight (and toga) but i also got so confused on what was going on reading the manga cause it was a lot. i dont think he got saved tho

aventurine survived but the cornerstones gone forever

also while im here since yall probably dont know

also he bet that he'd get a promotion but we dont know whats going on about that (and it doesnt seem like we will. or. theres implications that that the xianzhou(?) war dance is connected to the IPC cause of the special program where owlbert said he was gonna quit and that he got a better offer for the wardance. and it was revealed that actually it was them who gave him that better offer?? so maybe we'll see in next update(?))

like. like. hah ha hawks getting promoted? eh?? eh?? you see????

tbh i didnt think i could connect them at all but here i am now finding more and more

also off topic

i thought this was a mistake or jab at mineta im CRYING his names GRAPE JUICE???

your brain when you want to go to sleep because you have something you're looking forward to to do tomorrow (or today because its THREE AM) but you need to not be tired for it but then it pulls this thing out of nowhere to fixate over knowing you cant ignore it because they're characters you love and that the idea wont go away until you express your thoughts so you get the keyboard out to make a short post but then you keep thinking about it and it gets longer and longer cause you keep remembering more shit to add: