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Ok, Odysseus, the raining* king of Ithaca, is my Roman Empire.
And I don't particularly mean all the "adventures" he went through or the wrong he might have done.
It's the pain of a parent who has not been able to watch his child grow up.
He remembers him as a baby. He was once very close to home, to be able to see (and raise) him still as a child, but that too was taken from him. If it weren't for the right circumstances, he might not have recongnise him in adulthood.
* I apologize for this silly joke that still makes me smile.
#yes it's thanks to Epic#but I have read the Odyssey in the month between finally getting into Epic and the Thunder Saga release. it's one of my favourite books now#and both versions of Odysseus live in my head now and my heart aches for both of them for reasons that are sometimes similar#Epic's Odysseus is more centred on his wife which is very lovely and then his son#the original Odysseus seems to be more concerned for Ithaca and then his son#however they both care for all three#and the part where the original Odysseus finally reunites with Penelope is one of my favourite parts#I'm not a mother yet#don't know if I'll ever be#although I'd love to#just imagining being kept from my child for 20 years. not being to see them grow and be there for them when they would need me makes me cry#I don't know if I could survive that#I get extremly sad when thinking about Anticlea as well#Odysseus#Odysseus of Ithaca#Telemachus#Anticlea#parental love#the Odysseey#Epic: the Musical#âTime for me to be the father I never wasâ#oversharing#I'm having an emotional day today sorry about that
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too many posts in the astarion tag like, "if you like astarion, it's only bc you liked [some dude character i don't give 2 shits about] first đ"
#i do not care about loki i do not care about solas i do not care about kylo ren#lisssssten if i'm gonna be completely honest: if i had to draw parallels between my faves i would put astarion closest to arid#AKA the ''robot'' in my tumblr icon#which sounds nuts at first bc they're so diametrically opposed aesthetically#HOWEVER both of them fill the same niche of:#''being created to be torturedâ consumedâ and ultimately sacrificed in their creator's quest for power and control''#''who finds themself suddenly free of the three rules set by their master to which they were formerly bound''#''and subsequently threatens to recreate all of their creator's worst excesses in their desperate attempts to be free of his abuse''#LIKE. maybe i'm insane. but they sit on the same shelf in my head.#astarion
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i adore this scene dearly they are so doomed
#talk#smth smth whenever i get to this arc i just enjoy how their characters have changed from when they were little to know WHILE still#maintaining their core traits and fears. like sapphire is a lot more comfortable expressing herself as of ruby#accepting his whole deals with battles and having a more straightforward way of thinking#HOWEVER. their core flaws are also just as present. well in this case its ruby.#he LITERALLY stretches his hand out for her he's literally doing whatever he thinks is best for sapphire which is by not opening up#and hiding the whole situation from her which is. so bad. he's 15 running under a timer#and of course he wants to protect those he loves and wants to do more! but in turn.#he loses her trust. outright kind of confirming what she rlly hates the most. leaving her behind. leaving her out of ideas.#sapphire has a whole plethora of issues as well they're just not as focused on. she literally loses her voice. cause she feels like she's#not trusted to be competent in this situation. whether or not she knows that ruby does it out of genuine care is a bit out there.#and being perceived as weak and not enough rlly. drives home again. that damned salamence incident. guh.#ok thats all i have in the brain#im such a big fan of these two and their cycle of doom until they both get like. three layers of therapy.#coughs blood pokespe oras arc you are awfully rushed but u do have some rlly neat points
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i just watched this video on youtube about a $12 million dollar house and while it was in fact stunning, the thing i couldn't get past was the fact that every single bedroom had their own washer and dryer. and i'm like, if i spend $12 million on an enormous house, i ain't doing laundry in my own fucking room. no way. there will be an entire room dedicated to that thank you very much. like what the fuck. you spent 11 years building this stunning chateau-like house and you give each bedroom that?! i don't know man, rich people are weird.
still want the house tho. hahahahaha. where's my rich sugar daddy when i need him.
#the kitchen â while impressive â also really stressed me out#i mean i suppose at that price you'd probably have staff so it wouldn't matter much#but like the kitchen was so incredibly spread out and didn't seem to have much cohesion or sense#in terms of like if you were actually going to use it to cook meals#and i guess the basement and attic were both unfinished which was INSANE#you spend however many years designing and building this monstrosity and then don't finish it???????#the 'master' bath was certainly a sight to behold and i loved EVERYTHING about it *except* where it was placed#so like it was ALL windows and that was fine cuz they were up in the mountains on like 40 acres and zero neighbors and of course#but one side of the bathroom (i think the shower maybe?) faced part of a driveway#and like if i had $12 million those windows would be those mirrored windows hahahahaha but on this house i don't think they were đŹđŹđŹđŹđŹ#but my favourite part of the whole house was ironically what could be considered its own apartment wing because it had its own kitchen#and it's the only part where the individual washer/dryer makes sense#but i suppose that might be where staff could live? who knows. ahahahhhahaa#ANYWAY apparently the family only lived in it for *three* months and it's sat vacant for like 7 years (tho not abandoned)#i mean what the fuck rich people#hahahahahahahahq#where's my sugar daddy when i need him#i will 1000% take care of this place#could have some cool parties at this place too
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Thinking about soulmate AUs for my OCs because I'm in a romantic mood rn
#myocs#derek's soulmate is obviously seba so things are pretty straightforward there#I think their relationship would probably progress the same? they don't rush into things just because they're soulmates#they just enjoy their time together and form a sweet bond and fall in love <3#eze doesn't have a soulmate. he wonders for a while if that's because he's artificially created or because he's aro#then he mets gabri who's also aro and has two soulmates (one platonic and another queerplatonic)#so that answers his question somewhat. it stings a little that he doesn't have something most people have#but he tries not to let it get into his head#also yeah the twins are platonic soulmates. I headcanon most twins are like that because of twin bond and stuff#tristĂĄn unlike his sister doesn't have another soulmate of any type- and he's pretty bitter about that fact#it's something he shares with his mother! which makes it hurt even worse. rip tristĂĄn he can never get a w#the triplets meanwhile aren't soulmates actually. piper has always been bothered by that but luca and zach don't care#they're all very close anyway. they don't need some stuff destiny bullshit to make their bond special#I presume piper and luca have soulmates although for now I don't ship them with anyone. zach has at least three romantic soulmates#zachary has a lot of love in his little body and he's not afraid of sharing it lmao#ray meanwhile... it would depend on when he finds out about the soulmate bond due to the age gap#as long as he finds out once he's an adult there wouldn't be any problems though- at least not on his part#springtrap might worry about it however. might feel like it's coercive to date him when there's this destiny thing over their heads#so it takes a while for him to accept the idea of entering a relationship together and raymond accepts that#they are friends for a while. get to know each other well. figure out if this is really what they both want#eventually it does become romantic though <3 ray charms his way right into his heart like the little devil he is
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satoruâs pregnant wife who canât keep her hands off him. youâre far along now, and he swears that the more your stomach grows with his child, the hornier you get.
he had to keep on his toes around you in order to not get you so worked up. the pregnancy hormones were really getting to you, and you lashed out at him or cried over every little inconvenience. but what he had to be most careful about was the way he touched you.
if his hand lingered a little too long on your waist â the intention wholeheartedly innocent â youâd somehow take that as an invitation to palm his bulge. itâs happened numerous times recentlyâeven in public!
his poor, pregnant wife had no shame nowadays. yeah, heâs done his fair share of groping your ass when others were around, but it was always under a private eye, secret giggles shared between the two of you.
unfortunately, you had picked up the habit of doing it out in the open. he couldnât count the amount of times people would gawk in horror, all while you continued to browse the baby section, unbothered, as if you hadnât squeezed his balls like a stress toy in front of dozens of people. maybe you were an exhibitionist?
either way, it was clear your thoughts only consisted of three things as of late: eat, sleep, and fuck.
how could he resolve this? he wanted to cry. this wasnât fair! why couldnât you be this thirsty for his cock when you werenât pregnant? never in his life would he have thought you could out-freak him. and as badly as he wanted to fuck you senseless in return, he had to be gentleâcautious. sex was increasingly dangerous at this stage â according to the doctor after a long night of abusing your needy cunt â and you were driving him to the brink of madness with the way you were acting.
tensions were higher than theyâve ever been, neither of you speaking or acting on it. however, things came to ahead one morning while he was leaving for work. like usual, he stood by the door in his suit, prepared to head out after your usual once-over. it was a domestic routine he looked forward to every morning despite him whining in your ear about how he was going to be late, watching you softly as you âfixâ his collar for the millionth time.
satoru wasnât stupid. he could tell you were stalling for more time with him, not-so discreetly using it as an excuse to touch him. and donât think he doesnât notice how youâre practically sniffing him like an animal in heat. he knew just how much you loved the scent of his cologne, and it was as if you couldnât help yourself around him when you caught a whiff of it.
now, hereâs the part where he may have messed up. after your initial aggressive arousal towards him â plus with the advice the doctor gave him on the down low â he made sure to no longer kiss you on the lips in your current state, and instead, opted for your cheek. when you hand him his lunch, he leans himself down to your height, lips puckered to plant a chaste peck on your soft skin.
though, what he hadnât expected was for you to outmaneuver him, slapping both hands on the sides of his head, tugging him close to the point that he stumbles as you begin to utterly ravish his mouth.
âmffâ!â, satoru sputters in protest against your lips, eyes wide open in shock. his lunch slips from his hand, the bag falling to the ground with a thud. shaky hands hover over your waist, your protruding stomach pressing against his hard abdomen as move against him as sensually as you can.
he doesnât touch you back just yet, but you force him to. gripping his wrists, you bring his large hands up to palm your round, tender breasts that swelled throughout these past few months. your soft, cherry-flavored lips moved against his in desperation, and he finally responds back, moaning into your mouth with just as much fervor, squeezing the plump flush of your soft tits. the whimper you let out to the massage sends a shudder down his spine and goes straight to his cock.
you pull back, and he finds himself chasing after your lips until you plant a firm hand on his chest. his breathing is ragged, pupils dilated as satoru stares down at you through his blindfold. he takes in the sight of your kiss-swollen lips and furrowed brows, certain he appeared just as flustered.
before he can utter a word, you gaze up at him through your lashes, a cheeky glint in your eyes that he knows all too well.
âstay.â you pout, and he almost finds the willpower left in him to say noâ
âplease?â
you didnât have to ask him twice.
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You should definitely write for Vi bc oml sheâs so fine đŽâđ¨
DO U EVEN KNOW THE WAY IM TWEAKIN OVER HER like omfg. my poor moots getting bombarded with fucking piles of edits upon edits of her and my thirsty comments...yeah...i gotchu, you don't needa ask me twice ⥠tbh feel like this is one of the better short smutty thingies i've written, lol. it was really fun.
nsfw drabbleâdom!vi + spit kink. originally i was gonna make this three smaller blurbs, but decided to just smash em all into one longer drabble situation. cw: praise, bossy vi, finger sucking (r! receiving), oral (v! receiving), vi bush mention RAHHHH, yapping... yk how it is by now. + 1.1k wc.
you were gazing up at her with watery eyes, kneeling by vi's seated form, trying your hardest to ignore the deafening ache between your thighs.
vi is loving, and she knows how to treat you well. she always provides you with tons of care and happiness, howeverâshe also possesses a dirty side to her.
a bandaged hand swipes at the bottom of your chin, her thumb prodding at your pursed lips. there was a smirk playing on her scarred lips, her powder-blue eyes twinkling with pure lust at the scenario playing out before her.
âopen.â she says roughly, and who are you to deny her? you were willing to take anything she'd give you, so you obediently part your lips, allowing her to fully push her digit inside your hot mouth.
almost instinctively, your puffy lips wrap around her thumb and you begin to suck, your eyes rolling ever so slightly at the taste of her salted skin. she hums, âatta girlâkeep going. just like that, until i say you can stop, alright?â you open your eyes and nod in approval, wishing to commit her expression to memory.
see, vi wasn't one of those mean, degrading doms with an icy exterior who get off on hurting you an excessive amount, and in moments like this where she's got you in a position of submission under her, her natural âswitchinessâ peeks through. you see it in the way her throat bobs as she swallows, her unsteady, shallow breathing coming out in rasps, and the distinct furrow in her flaming brows while she struggles to maintain eye contact. regardless, you both enjoy toying around with various dynamics, she makes it fun.
you get lost in a daydream while staring into her eyes, but are startled out of it when she strongly presses down on your wet tongue, and pushes her thumb further inward until you gag.
it surprises you, but you know she would never overdo things. tears well up in your eyes, their presence only widening her voracious grin.
then she soothes, her now-soft voice caressing your ears, âexactly, just like that. good job, baby. you're so perfect f'meâyeahhh.â she continues rolling her thumb around your wet muscle, every so often dragging the pad of her finger over the ridges of your teeth, then pushing experimentally up against the roof of your mouth.
saliva has been gathering all this time, and she hasn't given you a moment to swallow it, so it dribbles out of your mouth and down your chin, decorating your chest as it slides down your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps along its path.
her face gets impossibly redder as she observes the sight, still while playing withârather, usingâyour mouth. her movements speed up a touch, and she triggers your gag reflex once more before abruptly stopping. she pulls her hand out of your mouth with a pop, and throws her head back as she tries to steady her breathing. âyou're so fuckinâ hot, godâi can't.â
you smile up at her, reveling in her break of character and being pleased with yourself. she's panting, and examines her hand; it's shiny and dripping with your spit, she's mesmerized by the sparkle it emits in the low light. her periwinkle eyes gloss over and suddenly there's a flash of fabric flying by, and you realize she has undressed herself in one fluid motion, throwing everything on her bottom half across the room. sheâs so desperate, you canât help but sneer at her horny distress, even though technically you were the one being overpowered.
your eyes drop, meeting a wild tangle of vermillion and crimson, her muscular thighs separating east and west to make space for you.
she leans back and gently nudges your head towards her tender, drooling core, her chest heaving at the way you're just melting under her touch. turning to jelly, you let her guide you where she wants. needs.
vi groans quietly, her breath hitching, âc'mon angel, you know what to do.â and you very much did. with her assistance, you advance and bury your face in her center, tongue finding her scarlet pearlâtwitching and ready for you to obliterate.
you flick, you suck, and you moan at the heavenly taste of her essence, revel in the noises she's producing above you. she pulls you further in, bucking her hips frantically to chase your skilled mouth. you push your tongue inside her quivering hole as far as it'll go, taking as much of her in your mouth as you can, and ignoring the lack of oxygen you're experiencingâyou would be more than pleased if you were lucky enough to die this way.
she's watching you intently through half-lidded eyes, chewing on her rosy lips. when you meet her gaze from in between her legs, her face contorts and she releases a guttural whine, more slick leaking from her and filling your hard-at-work mouth.
her grip on your hair tightens and her abs tense, providing you with an image that's worthy of a climax just on its own. her head falls back, her lips parting to allow for pretty, high pitched and pathetic pleas to grace your ears. âpleâplease baby, just like that. you're so fuckin' good, don't you dare stopâah!â
without any warning she makes a vulgar mess of your face, the vice grip on your crown causing you to wince, but just as she requests, you don't dare move.
you tilt your head to get a better angle, practically making out with her swollen pussy. you drink up her cum, the near-sickly sweetness clouding your mind, coating your thoughts in a drunken haze.
the high is rippling through her at such an intensity her loud moans are replaced with pornographic whimpers, the sensations utterly ruining her. she squirms and arches, caging your head between her thighs until she gasps.
"hahâokay, okay, ohâfuck.â she stutters while she pushes you away, the tremor in her body evident. you sit back and examine your work, feeling proud of yourself, her fucked-out condition proving you did a good job.
she's sprawled on the bed like a starfish, still trying to slow her racing heart but manages to chuckle, basking in the aftershocks of a mind-melting session.
her words are slurred, yet satisfied. âdid so good, that was so goodâŚlove your mouth s'much babe.â
you guffaw, and throw at her through chuckles, âi know, i am the best.â that sends her into a fit of giggles as well, and once she's calmed down she confirms.
âyeah, you really are.â
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from me to you â gojo satoru x f!reader
a/n: this takes place in chapter 268, soo sort of spoilers ahead? also long live gojo satoru; gojo leaves you a letter đ
ây/n-sensei, there is a letter for you as well!â
that catches your attention, and you look up at the first years. you tilt your head slightly, and yuuji hands you an envelope.
you gently take it from him, and the first thing you notice is âwifeyâ written on it then the doodle of satoru with his blindfold on. you feel your throat tighten, and your hands shake slightly.
you let out a small breath then shakily open the letter.
hey, honey!!
it first reads.
I feel like there is still much I didnât tell you in our last meeting, so here I, your beautiful and handsome husband, am writing them down.
you swallow lightly, and a small smile appears on your face as you imagine satoru saying that, then you continue to the next line.
first, I changed all your computer passwords to variations of âsatoruisthebestâ at one point. your confusion was so cute!!
you quirk an eyebrow at the admission, but when you rack your brain, you remember that one day when you couldnât log into your computer.
what you vividly remember was satoru being sat beside you the whole time, and now that you think about it. he was smiling so widely the entire time, letting out small chuckles every now and then. oh, that sneaky man.
âsatoru, I am telling you itâs broken!â
âsweetheart, we spent over 2000$ on that. if it broke, then we could easily sue the company,â he chuckled, arm wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you closer.
â2 year guaranteed top performance my ass!â
you smile at the memory. it was pretty satoru of him to do that. your eyes then move to continue reading.
second, there are times when I would tell megumi that you would be coming with me, then he would turn and leave me when he found out I was tricking him.
your eyes glance up at said boy who is sat across of you. he made it out alive, despite everything. he suffered so much, but he made it.
it makes you relieved, and you can imagine satoru being bloody proud of him and saying something along the lines of âyou handed sukunaâs ass to him, very cool!â
no matter how much megumi had frowned and grimaced at satoruâs presence or antics. it rooted itself as somethingâsafe and familiar.
you canât count on your hands the times when you and satoru would visit the siblings, and nobody really said it, but these meetings did all of you a favor, a chance to kind of wind down. maybe act like death might actually not be looming tomorrow.
it feels like just yesterday when megumi would cling to you when he got really sad or nervous, after so much time spent getting comfortable with each other.
he grew up well, you think, eyes gliding to next.
third, I hid your uniform every two to three weeks, so you have to stay with me.
at that, your eyes widen a bit. satoruâs schedule was pretty packed, but he somehow managed to squeeze time for quality time between you two.
it tugged on your heartstrings, and you made sure he knew how much you appreciated it, not a single space on his face left without a kiss. however, finding out that he went out of his way to make you rest and stay.
satoruâs care really showed in his actions, and you feel like this is the biggest proof of it.
âsatoru, have you seen my uniform?â
ânope! maybe, it is a sign to stay home today? youâve been working so hard, wifey!â
you cupped his face, pulled him down to your height, and kisses his cheek, âyouâve been working harder, âtoru. let me take off some of the load at least.â
âwe could both stay!â
âyouâre kidding, right?â
âI already told yaga; I miss you!â
you try to stop the reminiscing further and try to compose yourself before reading the rest.
fourth, Iâm the one who kept adjusting the thermostat. I just wanted an excuse to cuddle.
a fond yet melancholy smile appears on your face. you kinda figured that one out. satoruâs favorite pastime was cuddling, so itâs no surprise that he would go out of his way to create the need for it even further.
add to that, once you went to get some green tea and saw him from the corner of your eye teleport to the thermostat, click something, then teleport back to bed.
you figured that the room being chilly that night was not an exception in the middle of july.
âbabeeee, itâs so cold! letâs cuddle!â
âmaybe the problem is with the thermostat?â
âI checked! I think cuddling is the best solution.â
you giggle as you recall the moment, one of many similar. your heart feels a bit lighter as you go through the letter. something satoru managed to always do even in person.
he would plaster sticky notes, get you trinkets, and even pull pranks on other just to see you smile. feeling more encouraged, you keep on reading the letter.
then you feel your chest constrict so tightly that you might just throw up.
fifth, I am really gonna fucking miss you.
you read the line over again, and you purse your lip in hopes of silencing any noise that may come out as you feel the lump in your throat return, even worse than before. your breathing starts getting more difficult.
your grip on the letter tightens, and you find yourself thinking back to the good times. memories of late nights spent in each otherâs arms, thinking about everything and nothing at once.
hushed whispers of confessions and quiet giggles as you reminisced on your highschool days. tight hugs when recalling the sad moments and the departure of a certain someone.
âyou know, y/n, I think we might just be made for each other,â he said one night. you hummed and looked him in the eyes.
âthree am thoughts?â
âthree am admissions,â he grins slightly, âI am made for you, and youâre made for me.â
you remember him pulling you closer and kissing your forehead, while you teased, âand what would you need little old me for, so much that I got made?â
he feigns thinking then closes his eyes, burying his face in your shoulder, âgrounding me.â
I love you. I really do, but you should know that already, right?
your eyes drift down to the corner of the paper, and that is when you feel your tears start free-falling. there is drawn a chibi satoru besides a chibi you and between them is a heart.
the chibi satoru is giving yours a big smooch, while she laughs. you never thought that the day your jealousy burns would be because of drawings, and drawings of you and your own husband, nonetheless.
âbut wow, gojo-sensei is shit at writing letters,â you hear nobara remark.
megumi responds with a small chuckle, âI am fine with mine.â
âwhat about you, y/n-sensei?ââ
the trio becomes silent as you let out a sob. a watery smile makes its way up your face as you kiss the letter gently and murmur, âso shitty.â
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COTL / TROD AU Reference Sheets and OC refs that I made a few months ago and have been using but forgot to post. The cloaks on Narinder and Lamb, and heights and clothing of the bishops are semi-outdated, but the OC height sheet is accurate.
+ Joon, Grekimar, and Jayen refs. There's character lore and relationship info for them under the cut, I'll get to the rest of them eventually:
Character lore, mainly for artfight purposes but putting it here too. Some of this character lore is already established in fic or on here, but may contain spoilers for Trod later on.
đşJoon (They/Them):
Born and raised in the Lamb's flock with little outside wordly experience, the Yellow Cat aka 'Joon' is the best farmer in the flock with an upbeat attitude and a easy-going, casual outlook on life. They're a hard worker and a harder napper, which lands them in a particular situation when a accidental nap inside a barn leads to them witnessing the Leader drag in a bloody, confused, volatile worm The Lamb shakily says was rescued from Darkwood, before reluctantly leaving them to the yellow cat's care. Which is fine, because if the leader says it's fine, then it's fine. Totally.
With their accidental involvement, Joon is assigned to be Leshy's 'caretaker', or really just a supervisor to make sure the worm doesn't do anything terrible and to report to the Lamb if he does anything weird, all without ever being truly told of the worm's true nature.
đˇGrekimar (He/Him):
Originally a heretic in Anura, Grekimar is a 'relatively' new cultist to the Lamb's Flock ('New' being a few years, but still not as long as other flock members.) Although the pig used to conduct violence and sacrifices in the God of Famine's name, he was welcomed to the Flock as a new member after he began to question the strength of the rule of dead god and was exiled. His arrival was met with scrutiny but was eventually welcomed as he's a hard worker, and surprisingly (due to his gruff demeanor), cares for his new home and it's peaceful rules over his prior home, including it's inhabitants.
When a three eyed cat arrives and threatens the saftey of his fellow flock, Grekimar becomes a dissenter and questions the Leader's decision, joining alliance with The Lamb's highest disciple, Tyren, to scheme and kill the cat in order to protect the flock.
đťJayen (He/Him):
A kindhearted and rather soft-spoken soul, Jayen is 'gentle giant' archtype character. Brought to the cult as a cub, Jayen is an anxious 'left-over' type, with no particular skills or qualities that are seemingly 'useful' to the flock or it's Leader, and he is very self-consious about this. Switching inbetween jobs and struggling to find his place among the cult's growing number, Jayen is decayed and killed by a furious Narinder in an attempt to pull him off of The Lamb when the cat's dramatic initial arrival happened. He is later revived, now traumatized and with a heightened fear of death.
Although his murderer walks free, the same cat had revived him as well, so Jayen holds no ill will and would rather simply leave it all behind and not think about it all. However, he is roped into a scheme to kill Narinder by Tyren and Grekimar, with the former using the bear's fears of death to pressure him into helping.
Tyren's, Grekimar's, and Jayen's relationships:
-While Tyren is a loyal disciple and Grekimar a regular dissenter, both found common ground in wanting to Kill Narinder, though their reasonings differ. Tyren wants to kill Narinder being an obstacle to the Lamb, while Grekimar wants to rid of him for concerns to protect the cult. While they can put aside their differences to achieve their goal, Tyren's methods will make Grekimar reconsider his alliance with the dog.
-Tyren pressures Jayen into working with him and Grekimar under the guise that if they do not kill Narinder, then the cat will eventually kill him again. If that tactic does not work, Tyren will subtly imply that he will use his status in the cult to undermine Jayen, and possibly exile him for being 'useless.'
-Grekimar thinks Jayen a coward, and while he'll pressure the bear to do as he is told, the pig is conflicted about getting the bear involved.
#trod au#the rehabilitation of death#cult of the lamb#cotl ocs#tyren oc#joon oc#grekimar oc#jayen oc#oc stuff#cotl bishops#cotl#cotl narinder#cotl lamb#doodles#tw slight blood#long post#<< adding that tag because why did my post cut disappear
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sweetheart
obsessed!pervy!roommate!geto x f!reader
cw: roommates with tension to lovers, pervert geto, heâs kinda insane lol.., tracking, obsession, piv sex, kinda angry sex, creampie, possessiveness, panty stealing/sniffing/licking, NOT PROOFREAD IM JUST HORNNNYYY đđ
notes:part of my obsessed!geto series hehe, not completely the same as my hcs, but it kinda just combines all of them as best as i can đŤŁ
ââăťŕ¨ ⌠ŕ§ăťââ
âcare to explain, suguru?â
you were holding up three pairs of your panties, dangling it in the air in front of geto as heâs standing in the doorway of his room.
ââăťŕ¨ ⌠ŕ§ăťââ
youâd moved in with geto nearly three months ago. you thought it was too good to be true, the rent was a little too cheap and the apartment looked somehow nicer in person. you knew suguru, he was close friends with satoru whoâd been nothing but kind to you your whole time in high school and now in college as well.
suguruâs aura seemingly changed after the first month of you two living with eachother. you felt his eerie, purple eyes boring into your space and your eyes. you felt the air around you almost tense up when you mentioned guys. it was like he was gripping your soul sometimes.
of course, he knew you were looking back at him as well. when he got out of the shower and his towel was clinging onto his abs. maybe even when he came back from the gym and untied his slicked back hair while his black locks fell onto his muscular shoulders.
one night on your birthday when you both came back from your birthday dinner, heâd given you a special present, a small heart locket. he held his breath as he stood behind you, clicking it into place as he watched how every hair fell from its root in your scalp, how smooth your nape was, how your delicate hand held your hair out of the way.
he had hid a small, unnoticeable tracker inside the locker, tucked away in small details carved into the heart. the way you were carved into his.
he was whipped for you
however, naive of the deeper issues that were lying under your nose, for the past few weeks, you noticed that your underwear had been going missing at a concerning rate. itâd gone from reasonable to unexplainable and it pissed you off. honestly, you wouldnât have even expected it was geto until he slipped two days ago.
youâd been running around the apartment, checking under tables and in drawers for your missing undergarments that you set out on your bed as you prepared a bath. you groaned before calling out for him
âsugu, have you seen my underwear?â you yelled while pacing the living room, hoping heâd hear you from his room.
âno, i dont even go near your bedâ
you huffed, turning away before taking out an old one from the bottom of your underwear drawer until it hit you.
how would he know it was on your bed if he didnât go in?
ââăťŕ¨ ⌠ŕ§ăťââ
there you were, snooping through his closet when you found exactly what you were looking for, your missing panties. you picked up a fraction what was hidden away in his closet and called out for him while you held them up. he came quickly, stopping at his doorframe as he watched you with the stolen undergarments.
you knew he wasnât stupid, i mean, he had kept it going for so long. maybe he let it slip on purpose , maybe he wanted you to catch him.
âshiiit, looks like your laundry got in the wrong room,â he chuckled, wiping the shocked expression off his face before stepping into the room, âlemme put that in the laundry basket for yââ
âhell no!â, you shrieked, pulling your panties away, âyouâre the reason why theyâve gone missing!â
geto bit the inside of his cheek before sighing and throwing his hands up, âyou think they just grew legs? yes, it was me. think about it, sweetheart, who else would it be? the boogeyman?â
your jaw dropped at his words while he quietly laughed at his own joke. heâs perverted and corny. you hadnât expected such a straightforward response from him. did this man have no shame? he stared at you while you were trying to find the words.
âcat got your tongue? i like you, sweetheart,â he lowered his hands as he grinned, his eyes traveling to the little locket he gifted you, âhope youâre not mad at me, i mean, iâve seen your browser history, mânot the only person with some fucked up kinksââ
you threw your panties to the side before walking up to him. fuck it. grabbing him by his plain black shirt, you pulled him down and crashed your lips against his. he smiled against your lips, leaning into you before you pushed him away again.
âyou asshole! youâre so weird, stealing my underwear when you couldâve just opened pornhub,â you huffed, wiping your mouth and chin with your sleeve.
ârunning away so soon?â he smiled as you turned away. you wished you could punch him in the mouth.
âyes.â you flatly stated as you try to push past him. he caught your wrist, pulling you back into his chest as he wraps his arms around your torso.
âdonât go, sweetheart. i know you want me,â he leaned in, taking a short sniff of your hair before he rested his chin on your head.
âi donât wantââ
âthen pull away. iâll stop everything, leaving you alone, and pretend nothing happened,â he mumbled, pulling away and holding you by your shoulders. his eyes bore into your face as your eyes wandered elsewhere, ignoring his gaze.
âuse your words, baby,â he whispered, his hand coming up to cup your face as you unconsciously lean into him.
âi-i do..â you admit, looking down in shame.
âaww, baby, sâokay..â he chuckled, bringing you back into his arms as he squeezed you, âi know, i know.. donât be embarrassed, iâm sorry for taking your panties,â
it felt like he was babying you but you couldnât help but reciprocate his actions, slowly returning the embrace. you look back up to him, his eyes already on you as you go on your tippy-toes, capturing his lips.
âi want you, suguâ
ââăťŕ¨ ⌠ŕ§ăťââ
geto wastes no time, throwing you gently onto the bed as tugs your pajama shorts off, prying your legs open as he smiles as the small damp spot on your panties. embarassed, you try closing your legs but he keeps them open, clicking his tongue in faux annoyance.
he dips his head in, pressing his nose up against your little clit, rubbing it a little as you whimper. he sharply inhales, whining from your scent before his tongue darts out to taste your slick on your panties.
âs-sugu!â you yelp, jolting from the feeling of his tongue and how shameless geto was being
âshh, shh, jus lemme do it,â he whispered, his tongue darting back out to lick back and forth from your clit to your clothed pussy. he pulled back finally, to admire how sheer your little panties had gotten before he pressed his nose in one last time, whining as he inhaled the mess he caused.
he stood back up, gesturing for you to sit up on the edge of the bed, guiding your hand to his crotch. you look up at him for approval before he nods, your hand cupping his erection before unzipping it, his black boxers doing nothing to hide his huge cock.
there was a small trail of black hair making your mouth water, a stairway to heaven, or maybe hell. you cautiously pulled his boxers down, his hard cock springing out as his tip slapped against his tummy.
geto hissed as his cock finally spring free, watching you wrap your hand around it. he couldnât believe his eyes, heâd been fantasizing about this for weeks, seeing his little roommate beneath him, seeing you finally accept him in.
the moment you wrapped your lips around his cock, he couldnât do it anymore. he already felt like he was going to cum in your mouth and heâd be damned if his first time in you wasnât in your little pussy.
pushing you down again on the bed, he yanked your panties off, giving your clit a small spank as you gasped.
âplease, sweetheart, lemme cum in your pussy first. we can do whatever you want after,â he whined, pumping his cock as he lined himself up to your wet pussy.
you nodded frantically, reaching down to the bottom of his abs and trailing to his neatly cut pines above his cock. he groaned, his eyes rolling back as he pushed inside you.
âf-fuck.. yes, baby, fuck, iâve been wanting this for so l-long..â he groaned, loosing himself in the feeling of your wet heat.
âbeâshit! be quiet suguru.. just fuck me!â you cried
his head snapped up, his cock hardening impossibly more as he moved his hips, suguruâs girthy cock pushing all the way up and kissing your cervix. he loved you this way. being able to submit yet put him in his place, he loved you.
âfuck, fuck, baby, you feel so good!â suguruâs head dipped down, his eyes widening almost maniacally as he watches his special necklace bouncing in tandem with your tits.
he reached down, running his hands over your chest and the necklace as he pounded your pussy mercilessly. suguru moved his hand down, running your clit with his thumb as he watched his cock disappear into your pussy over and over again, making a translucent white ring of juices form around the base of his cock.
his tip was dragging over your g-spot in an almost euphoric way as he groaned profanities in your ear. he ran his tongue along your collarbone, licking up to his neck to leave marks on your neck.
âsay it, sweetheart, say youâre mineâ he pleads with you, his eyes furrowing as he grabs your face gently, making you look at him.
âiâm yours, sugu..â you mumble, drunk on his cock as your drool on his hand.
âuse your big girl voice, baby, âcanât hear youâ
âiâm yours! all yours!â you cry, âf-fuck, sugu iâm gonna cum!â
his pace quickens, continuing to hit your g-spot until all you could see was white.
âcum for me, sweetheart, cum all over my cock.. fuck!â
you unravel on his cock, squirting all over his cock, making him cum as well. his cock shot warm ropes of cum deep into your sweet pussy as he paused, not pulling out just yet. he leaned back, admiring you as he rubbed your clit, letting you ride out your orgasm before giving your tits a small spank as well.
âgood girl, good fuckin girl.. youâre all mine now, sweetheartâ
#jjk x reader#jjk smut#jjk x reader smut#rina journal đ#geto suguru x reader#geto suguru#geto suguru x reader smut#geto suguru smut#suguru geto smut#suguru geto x reader#suguru geto#geto smut#geto x reader#jjk geto#jujutsu geto#jujutsu kaisen x reader#obsessed!geto
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Ý Ë âYou're Vi's prison wife: 18+ HCs
â˘Vi who was never quiet in prison. She loved mouthing off, especially to the guys who had egos 20 times the size of their dicks. She usually stuck to using people for her own gain in Stillwater. Men were her entertainment, and women her pleasure. Anything between could serve as both, depending on how annoying they were.
â˘Vi who was sent to share your cell after she tortured some poor guy in the cell next to hers. The warden's orders were final, and she was banned from even stepping foot in that floor. You resided in the third floor for petty crimes, but you were a Zaunite, so of course you were given more time than necessary.
â˘Vi who was always either punching the walls of your cell or making sarcastic comments. It was honestly entertaining for you, a blessing in a place like Stillwater. She warmed up to you quickly, probably out of pure boredom and loneliness, but she didn't mind sharing a cell if it meant with a pretty undercity girl. She was starting to get...ansty, though.
â˘Vi who (mostly) jokingly asked you to be her prison wife. You laughed in her face at first, confused as to what the term 'prison wife' even meant. She explained to you, in great detail, that prison wives are like short-term relationships without the actual love. It was just a way to combat the loneliness that set in with the environment and to have a physical stress-reliever. Then she asked you forreal, and you ended up agreeing with the pathetic but desperate feelings that swarmed you. Everyone had the need to feel loved, even if it was pretend. It was just human nature.
â˘Vi who liked sneaking over to your bed at night when the guards didn't really care to do rounds after midnight. At first, it was for cheeky reasons such as talking to you, sometimes flirting around. Then, she'd plop down onto your bed and pull you in for late-night make-out sessions. Her lips felt so warm against yours, even if they were chapped and she was rather brash. Her kisses felt desperate in a sense, as she always sought out your tongue with hers, and after the first few times, quiet laughs and small sessions turned into her mouth finding its way down your body, her eyes remaining on yours as she ate you out like you were a Michelin-level meal in a world of canned beans.
â˘Vi who was a MUNCH. She loved taking her time, smothering her wet, sloppy kisses all over your thighs in the late hours until you cursed under your breath and only encouraged more. Fuck, she loved taking care of her prison wife. She'd finally slide her tongue between your slick folds, dipping deeper into your hole and letting her nose brush up against your swollen bud. Soon, she'd attend the mass that was your clit, her tongue swirling around it as she used her heavy hands to pry your legs further apart. You would be dumbed down to absolutely nothing, a blabbering slut for her to mold however she wanted. You would beg for mercy after the third orgasm, and Vi would feign sweetness, climbing up your body to clamp a hand over your mouth. When you finally began to relax, she gave you a shit-eating grin and slid two(or three if you can handle it) digits into your cunt, loving the way your whines created vibrations through her other hand that muffled your sounds.
â˘Vi who was more than just pleasure for you. Being a wife and all is always more than what you get from simply fucking. For instance: the prison food in Stillwater was unbelievably horrible, but you did like the peaches they'd serve. Vi, like clockwork, would shuffle over to you and hold out her tray to you, peaches the only uneaten food. In return, you had her back. If a guard asked you if Vi had anything to do with the guy with a broken nose? You didn't see a thing.
â˘Vi who was obsessed with your tits. Sometimes, she'd spend what felt like hours with her mouth latched onto one of your nipples, your breathing heavy from the pure intensity of her touch. She wouldn't even need to fuck you on those nights, and if she did she'd still have a hand groping a tit while she had her head buried between your thighs, or leave hickies on both as her fingers sought deep inside you.
â˘Vi who noticed you had a huge problem with not being able to shut up during sex, so she opted for slipping her fingers into your mouth. That choice turned out much different than she had even hoped for, because the feeling of your soft, wet tongue swirling around and tasting her skin? God, itâd send jolts straight to her core. It became a routine to practically finger-fuck your mouth while she was actually finger-fucking you.
â˘Vi who fell much harder for you than she should've. She wasn't immune to feelings, but at least tried to keep everything impersonal in prison. You, however, wrecked any efforts she made. You were addictive and made her weak in the knees with a smile. You were somehow so soft and sweet, and you didn't truly belong in a cell. Still, she was grateful you were, so she could have you all to herself for as long as possible.
â˘Vi who got out a few months before you, and when you finally returned to the under-city, she didn't hesitate to stake a claim on you forreal. You were hers, inside or outside of that fucked up prison. Just now, she could have you moan as loudly as she could possibly cause, and she could fuck you in her own bed.
#i need vi so bad guys#vi arcane#vi x reader#vi smut#arcane#vi x fem reader#violet arcane#lesbian sex#lesbian#arcane headcanon#vi headcanons
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How To Shut Up A Woman In Three Steps: The Transmisogynist's Guide
I - Her Tone
This is, by far, the easiest tool to wield effectively against a trans woman. If she is short in her responses, then you can accuse her of harassment and unwarranted anger; if she outright blocks you then you can simply claim that she only cares about her small-minded internet echo chamber; and if she engages with you at any length then you can quite easily nitpick her language and tone until she is thoroughly discredited.
Even better, she will most certainly become annoyed with you - in this scenario, all you have to do is argue that she is aggressive, hysterical, and quite likely a danger to society, and you will be believed by a great many people. This is, of course, because the trans woman's natural position is as a fundamental danger to society. Therefore, it takes very little convincing for an onlooker to come to that selfsame conclusion with some prompting. They may not even be aware that they are falling victim to their own inherent transmisogynistic bias, which is why this approach is quite beautiful in its simplicity! For those who don't immediately believe you, you can easily dismiss them as brainwashed idiots, syncophants, or both.
To drive your point home, call her a terf, a radfem, or a baeddel. If she has ever, in anger, spoken poorly of cis queers, or even better of transmascs, then this will become trivial to argue. Tell her that she is the problem, that she is contributing to community infighting, and that she should really be trying harder to work on this whole "trans unity" thing. Blame all oppression on her. For bonus points, when you tell her that she is dividing the community, you can also throw in the idea that should be making out with you instead of arguing. (This is, of course, because women primarily belong as sex objects to men, and if she would stop having so many opinions then perhaps she would understand this better.)
II - Her Privilege
This is an expanded version of the former tactic, because it requires a certain level of delicacy in the wording you use. However, people react quite strongly to the language of privilege, irrespective of whether that language reflects a material reality, and therefore this is a fantastic way to make a woman stop whining.
I would advise you to check if the woman is white; if she is, then you can easily accuse her of weaponizing her whiteness. (N.B. If she has not stated her race publicly, or if you can't be bothered to check, then this accusation will still work - if she is actually a woman of color, you may very easily claim that you were making a statement about white trans women in general. Further, it is not necessary for you yourself to be a person of color; as long as you position her as uniquely privileged in her whiteness, your own whiteness will remain irrelevant.)
In a similar bent, it is always quite possible for you to dismiss her theory as being "white." Always posit that she is championing a sort of wealthy white woman's privilege, always claim that transfeminism is at its core non-intersectional, and always claim that transfeminist theory in its entirety was created by the white woman - in this way, you may mark her as a privileged white bitch regardless of her race, national origin, or identity. (Under no circumstances should you mention or acknowledge the existence of trans women of color, as this immediately disarms your rhetorical weapon. In fact, if she brings up trans women of color, it is most necessary for you to claim that she is co-opting their experiences.) If you can imply that she is a racist while doing so, then you will be even more successful.
If this fails, then there are other similar cudgels you can implement to great effect: perhaps claims of intersexism, exorsexism, or sex-based discrimination. Call her a "perisex trans woman," a "binary trans woman," an "amab trans person." Say that she is speaking over the real victims; if you must combine multiple (or all!) of these terms at once in order to make her seem like a uniquely privileged party, then do so without hesitation. If she has ever had a bad opinion, or an opinion that you might frame without context as being a bad opinion, then simply publicize that. However, in the absence of such, see rulebook as follows: if she talks only of trans women in general, then you must bring up transmasculine nonbinary people; if she talks of transfeminine nonbinary people, then you must bring up intersex people; if she talks of trans people as a whole then you ought to circle right back around to claiming that she could never understand what trans men have gone through. Never concede that, say, an intersex trans woman exists, because that will inevitably lose you rhetorical ground.
Insinuate that she is herself the oppressor, that she is regressive and small-minded. In fact, if you really wish to run circles around her, then you can easily accuse her of upholding her own oppression by arguing that she is upholding a gender binary, enforcing sex-based division in the community with her language. If she describes herself as a victim of transmisogyny, then tell her that all people can be victims of transmisogyny; if she tells you that this is inaccurate, then simply argue that she is speaking over the real victim (you).
In fact, if you misgender yourself and claim to be oppressed due to your assigned birth sex, then she will have no recourse to fight back - because we all know that she is really a male, and therefore is silencing you poor natal women, who are the true arbiters of female oppression, and the real experts on misogyny. If you intend to utilize this specific tack, then I would personally suggest you use "they/them" to refer to her, because delegitimizing her womanhood is a key component to this argument.
III - Unpersoning
If both of the above techniques have failed (unlikely!) then you may now proceed to that age-old transmisogynistic technique: weaponizing her fetishes. This can be a bit more difficult to bring up naturally, but it is a last resort that can produce some fantastic results. Ask yourself the following: Has she posted about CNC? Has she talked about siscon roleplay? Has she ever engaged in a little/caretaker dynamic? Has she ever made a forcefem joke? In order, your claim against her should be as follows: she loves rape, she loves incestuous abuse, she loves to fuck children, and she personally wants to nonconsensually detransition every transmasc because of her violent perversion. It should be quite simple to get people to turn on her. If she has ever interacted with a user who has posted any of these things, simply consider her tainted by association and dismiss her in the same manner.
This is, as previously discussed, due to her natural position as a degenerate danger to society; simply reinforce that concept wherever possible, until she is driven away from her online circle entirely. Do not outright use the word "autogynephilia," but you can certainly suggest the actual tenets of the idea to wonderful effect.
This can be implemented via statements such as, "oh, so now the incest lover is going to tell me about the oppression i experience;" however, if you would care to be more subtle, then you can set up a slow-burn whisper network to turn her friends and acquaintances against her, or dedicate years to harassing her in her comments section whenever possible.
If she has pushed you far enough that this technique has become necessary, then it is clear that she must be a hostile force in the community who ought to be removed by any means. Therefore, it falls to you to try to get her to cut herself off from everyone who might support her - this will efficiently shut her up. If you can get her to kill herself, then it will silence her permanently (and cause you to win the argument, by extension)!
Just remember: what you are doing is noble and correct, because any woman who claims that a man has power over her is one who is better off dead.
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THREE PEAS IN A POD . . . husband ! katsuki bakugou featuring your two babies / f ! reader / fluff / the both of you are already parents!
katsuki definitely prides himself in having two beautiful babies and the family you built together.
one girl, one boy (heâs older just a bit), and itâs funny how despite you being the one carrying them for 9 months his genes won in a landslide. however, your baby boy has eyes just like yours!
what you didnât know, was how much they actually took after their dad. it was beyond their physical attributes.
katsuki finally had a day off and as much as you wanted to skip work that day and spend time with them, the projects just kept piling up that you couldnât even fake a cold.
he reassures you that he can handle them.
katsukiâs woken up by his two little runts, shaking him in excitement. heâd pretend to sleep for a bit, peeking with one eye open to see them frowning at each other because heâs taking too long to âwake up.â only to sit up and grab them. they squeal in surprise as he pulls them down to his chest, twisting and turningâputting them other the covers, already having so much fun at the start of the day.
after he made them breakfast he wanted to take them out to the mall, spoil them a little bit. they were really well behaved (something you taught them well!) and didnât fuss even when they missed you. thinking that if theyâre sad youâre not here, daddy will get sad too and they wouldnât want thatâtodayâs supposed to be a happy day!
at the mall heâd get a few compliments and whispers from moms and fans. how they look so much like him, how they even walk like him! itâs really adorable how he made them wear matching outfits, even sunglasses! two mini bakugouâs!
but genetics werenât the only thing they got from him you see. they visited all types of shops, getting a few things of what they want here and there because katsuki always said to âjust get anything you want.â their eyes are so bright and full of excitement. he has to slouch a bit while theyâre walking hand in hand, bringing him to every aisle they take an interest in while he follows happily.
still, a phrase would always pop up from one of them. âmaybe mommy would like this!â or âshould we buy these for mommy too?��� and theyâd be showing it to him so proudly heâs almost melting. feeling so proud that a part of his love for you transferred onto them as well. theyâre absolutely his kids, no doubt about it. ends up getting everything they wanted to get for you.
doesnât even care if itâs obvious that youâre their favorite. chuckling to himself that the bags heâs carrying is mostly stuff the kids picked out for you. besides, you never asked for anything, but they listen real well, just like their father. âi hope mommyâs happy with all the things we got her!â your daughter says while he helps her with her seatbelt. âshe definitely will be.â
and when you get home you see heâs watching them from the couch as they set on their little chairs drawings happily. when they realize you were there all three of then stands up to greet you. and you give each of them a kiss.
when you helped sort out some of their âshoppingâ you see a this really expensive coat that you were eyeing just a week ago while your little girl slept on your lap (you didnât know she was peeking from time to time).
youâre so happy you ended up hugging him so tightly, âoh my katsuki, howâd you know?â and he would shake his head with a smile, âi didnât pick that one babe, she did.â
yeah, they definitely take after him at least eighty percent!
do not copy, plagiarize, translate, or repost my works
note : papa katsuki cradling his little ones in each of his arms while carrying the bags without the need of a shopping cart⌠iâd be asking for baby number 3 idk what to name these two ><
spin off â late send with todoroki shouto <3
#bnha x reader#mha x reader#katsuki bakugou x reader#bakugou x reader#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugo x reader#my hero academia fluff#bnha fluff#bakugou fluff#bakugo fluff#katsuki bakugou fluff#bakugou katsuki fluff#ጞִâ â¤ď¸ by cola
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no bc Simon Riley would suck as a father, to his own thoughts he's too mean and he would scare the little tyke
however your little three year old idolizes him
Simon riley sucks as a father expect when the little guy wants to see over the crowd of people, so of course he puts him on his shoulders
Simon Riley sucks as a father when it comes to saying no, all the little guy has to do is pout and Simon's buying the stupid dinosaur shaped plushie
Simon Riley sucks as father when it comes to pick up lanes, after twenty minutes of sitting in the line at the pre-k through middle school line he's out and walking to get him
Simon Riley sucks as a father during bedtime, reading all of the books and acting out the characters to sell the whole bit instead of making the little guy go to sleep
Simon Riley sucks as a father when the boy gets a scrape on the knee, panicking as the boy begins to sob and looking to you as if you could magically fix it (you did, a kiss on both of their foreheads and ice cream)
Simon Riley sucks as a father when he leaves on deployment, truly not wanting to let go but has to after a few minutes
Simon Riley sucks as a father because instead of telling the boy take care of his mum he lets the little guy spend the entire phone call ramble on about his friends at school and the new toys you got him
Simon Riley truly sucks as a father when it comes to his son, because blood or not, he's a sucker for that little guy
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There are two main kinds of reactions people have to seeing someone using a white cane walking towards them: fearful and aggressive.
The fearful are the ones who press themselves flat against walls as you pass by, the ones who see you coming and cross the street to not walk by you, the ones like the guy who walked into my path and then, upon seeing me, leapt two feet backwards shouting, "Oh shit!"
The fearful are an annoyance, but they're not usually dangerous. They don't seem to grasp that the path is generally wide enough for both of us, that my cane only takes up two more inches either side of me and isn't going to kill them. They're the ones that my friends remark on most, because once you realise what they're doing you can never stop noticing that people do this.
The aggressive, however, are a different story.
The aggressive are the ones who stare you down as you walk towards them like they're playing a game of chicken, the ones who wave and say hello and when you reply they use it as evidence you're not blind. They're the ones who try to hopscotch over your cane. They're the ones who will kick your cane and try to trip you up for fun. They're the ones that deliberately slow down, giggling as they look back at you, because they want you to walk into them and to hurt yourself. They're the ones who you'll walk by and, even though neither you nor your cane even brushes them, they'll get angry at you because don't you know you could hurt someone by walking around with that thing? Don't you know you should have someone with you at all times to make sure you don't hit someone?
There's a different kind of aggressive, too, and I don't know a single blind person who has not encountered this kind. This is the kind of aggressive who tries to "help" you, the kind who grabs your arm and drags you across roads without talking to you or asking. The kind who pull you into oncoming traffic and expect you to be grateful. The kind who pick up your cane to lead you. The kind who will get you hit by a car in the name of helpfulness. This kind does not realise or even care that it is terrifying to have an unseen person grab you and start dragging you away, who don't get that the cane is your contact with the world around you and they have stripped you of knowledge and safety by picking it up off the ground. This kind does not realise or care that it is still kidnapping, still assault, and they expect you to be grateful that they deigned to "help" you.
All three kinds don't see you as a person. The fearful see you as an obstacle, the aggressive see you as an idle amusement or a threat, and the helpful aggressive see you only as a way to feel good about themselves.
The second you hold a white cane you are unpersoned.
Do your local blind person a favour and cut that shit out.
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I licked it so itâs mine
pairing: stepbrother!yuuji/fem!reader
premise: After a long day of work, you decide to make use of the empty house by having some drinks and a movie night with your older stepbrother. Eventually, one drink turns into two, two become three, and so on. As the buzz of the alcohol progressively fills you with more and more courage, interesting things commence.
cw: 18+ MDNI. stepcest, âin the flurry of the momentâ setting, no curses AU, characters are in their 20s, intoxication, dubcon, implied corruption, coersion and pressuring from reader, descriptions of size difference, manhandling and roughness â poor yuuji gets a little too into it in the end.
wc: 6.7k
divider credit: @/adornedwithlight
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Your big stepbrother Yuuji is likeable. He always has been.
To be fair, what is there not to like? When it comes to his looks, Yuuji is tall, handsome, a proud owner of a pair of pretty honey-coloured eyes that make him resemble a puppy, and an even prettier smile. Every summer, his skin gets this wonderful, almost golden tan that makes him outright glow from within, and his face gets sun-kissed, causing his already rosy cheeks to get dotted with tiny, barely visible freckles that gather under his eyes and only enhance his cuteness.
However, after living with him for so long, youâve since learned that he rarely actually pays attention to his appearance, much less dresses to impress.
After all, Yuuji is a simple man. He does not care about clothes besides the level of comfort they provide, and yet he still somehow manages to achieve victory. Catching girls checking him out when heâs in nothing but his trusty pair of sweatpants and an old T-shirt is a common occurrence. Even listening to flustered whispers and giggles has turned into a regular thing at this point.
On top of all that, heâs also nice. Kind and open and warm â you could use so many more positive words to describe your stepbrotherâs wonderful personality, but youâre pretty sure that theyâd never do it justice. Perhaps the only bad thing you could say about him is that heâs too nice. Too helpful and giving.
Especially towards the people who donât deserve it.
And as you watch him from the corner of your eye now, hanging out at the park and licking the ice cream that heâd treated you to as a reward for beating him in his favourite video game, you try to consider yourself as one of the people who do deserve his everlasting kindness. Who do deserve to be treated nicely by him, and to hear the laughter in his voice, and to accept his almost naive generosity.
Itâs a nice day out today. The wooden park bench that youâre sitting on currently is warm from the setting sun that still filters through the leaves above your heads. Small, moving patches of light and shadow linger everywhere, causing you to stare, almost mesmerized, as some of them lazily continue to dance across your big brotherâs face.
Yuujiâs arms are splayed wide open and draped on either side of the worn backrest that youâre both leaning against. Heâs finished his ice cream ages ago, so now heâs got his legs outstretched and his head angled up towards the sky, enjoying the peaceful tranquility that this yearâs summer brings.Â
There are quite a few people out and about in the park during this time of day â most of them joggers and dog walkers that are using the slightly cooler temperatures to their benefit â but if you listen closely, you can make out distant shouting and laughter coming from a group of children who are occupying the playground thatâs on the other side of the trees.
The sound makes you feel kind of old, so you zero in on your sandals to keep yourself busy.
âRemember when you used to scream like that?â
âWhat?âÂ
When you turn your head to the side again, Yuujiâs gaze looks expectant.
âBack when we were kids,â he explains, jerking his chin towards the direction of the playground. âYou got all shrieky and high-pitched whenever it was my turn to chase you, remember? Made you sound like a deflating balloon just by running in your direction.â
âOh!â You take another lick of your ice cream, fully flattening the scoop before sinking your teeth into the edge of the cone. The scent of strawberries fills your nose in an instant. âIn my defense, that probably happened because I didnât like playing tag with you all that much.âÂ
He quirks an eyebrow at this, intrigued. âHow so?â
âWell, for starters, your legs were longer than mine, which made you catch up so fast that it wasnât fun for me anymore. Aaand your hands were also always sticky for some reason,â you reply, still chewing on the wafer. âIt was gross.â
âWow, okay.â He rolls his eyes but it immediately gets followed by a brief chuckle that escapes his lips. âExcuse me for trying to be a little bit sentimental with my clean freak of a baby sister.â
âIâm normal⌠Youâre just nasty,â you fire back, smiling when he goes to playfully shove you.
His hand is warm when it lands on your shoulder; so warm, in fact, that you can feel the rise in temperature even through the sleeve of the thin, cropped T-shirt that youâve put on this morning.Â
It doesnât take you by surprise. For as long as youâve known him, Yuuji has been one to have blood as hot as molten lava running through his veins. Youâre unsure how he survives it whenever the weather is scorching hot, like today for example â August has always proved to be a bitch whenever it comes to heat â but so far he seems to be doing just fine.
And while it may be weird to some, him being hot-blooded is the reason why you sometimes like to drag him into your bed during the winter months, when itâs cold and you come back home from work feeling like your toes have turned half-frozen in your shoes. Besides being provided with good company, heâs also like your own personal heater.
And thatâs it. Thereâs nothing else to it; how could it be when heâs your stepbrother, for crying out loud! You grew up together and have lived under the same roof for years. Heâs walked into your room just to leave the lights on and the door open so many times. Youâve endured his godawful Fortnite phase and have seen him be at his worst just as he did with you. The only feelings that you harbour for him are strictly platonic.Â
Youâre both pretty set on that.
âI should take that ice cream from ya as a form of punishment for being so mean to me,â said stepbrother teases now, pulling you back from your thoughts. When you look up at him, heâs grinning like a little boy. From ear to ear and in a way that makes his eyes crinkle at the corners.
Cute.
âNu-uh,â you respond, allowing the evidently distrustful tone to lace your voice. âI licked it so itâs mine.â
âTsch.â He clicks his tongue against his teeth. âLike thatâs ever been an issue before. Câmon, give.âÂ
âIt is for me because unlike you, Iâm not- Hey!â Before you can finish your sentence, he swipes the ice cream from your hand, successfully stealing it right in front of your nose.
You glare at him now, brow slightly furrowed in annoyance, as Yuuji proceeds to lick the melting sweet with exaggerated delight. Since whatever was left of the scoop sank deeper into the cone, you realize that youâre unexpectedly intrigued by the fact that he needs to push his tongue out a little more to get to it.Â
And he does; of course he does. He twirls it across the flat, creamy surface, and itâs not long before the inside of his mouth is coated in milky pink and thereâs a hum of overly satisfied approval sounding from the back of his throat.
Youâre unsure how to feel about the entire thing, but you definitely donât dwell on it.
âMmm,â he purrs, squeezing his eyes shut. He even makes sure to go as far as to smack his lips. âMmm-mmm-mm! So good.â
For whatever reason, you feel your stomach do a weird spin as you listen to the sounds heâs making now. Itâs like thereâs an instant flash of heat searing through your body, similar to the pesky one that you get in the middle of the night when youâre hormonal and on your period, but before you can even properly acknowledge it, itâs gone as fast as it came.
âAgain: youâre so gross,â you manage to say with a huff thatâs supposed to be disapproving but doesnât sound like that at all. The shake of your head that you add to the jab also feels somewhat unnatural. Every one of your mannerisms does, actually.
Yuuji, seemingly blissfully ignorant of your inner turmoil, laughs before he takes a giant bite out of the side of the cone and finally hands it back to you.
âHey, at least my hands ainât sticky this time.â
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The house is empty when you come back home that evening.
This too is not much of a surprise, really. Your parents have been gone for the last couple of days, enjoying their yearly vacation to the seaside that neither you nor Yuuji could attend this time because of your work schedules.Â
So while your mom and his dad are basking in the sun and drinking sugary cocktails, youâre waking up at six in the morning every day to make it to your dull desk job in time, and heâs stuck flipping burgers at McDonalds and honing his social skills in the drive-through booth for eight hours every day.
Poor, poor you.
âDid you see the drinks theyâre having over there? Gosh,â Yuuji grumbles on this exact topic as he throws himself onto the couch and flicks the TV on. His expression looks mildly conflicted at the list of movies heâs being offered by the streaming service youâre both leeching off of, but it eases back into neutral as soon as he rests his feet atop the coffee table and crosses his ankles. âThey even had those fancy umbrellas on the top and everythinâ.â
âThere, there,â you say, quickly patting his knee before sitting down beside him. Youâre not sure why, but you pay extra attention to the small sliver of distance that you keep between his leg and your own now. The feeling from earlier didnât fully go away yet, so touching him or him touching you still feels kind of odd.
Meanwhile, Yuuji doesnât seem to acknowledge it at all, because now heâs resting his head against your shoulder, invading your personal space whilst he pouts.
The action is nothing unusual for him â itâs normal, he does it all the time â and yet you still swallow thickly, trying to ignore the sudden hyper awareness.Â
âWhat is it now, you big baby?â you manage to muster out, taking the remote from him.
âEh⌠Itâs nothing,â he says.
âAha,â you say.
âWell⌠Itâs just that I want nachos and cocktails with fancy umbrellas, too!â he bristles at your prodding, pressing the side of his face even further into your shoulder. His hair tickles your cheek because of it.
âWe have nachos at home,â you utter, trying to avoid the ticklish sensation.
âYeah. Shitty tortilla chips that come in a bag, with a side of tasteless dip from the fridge,â he quips. âYum.â
You stifle your laughter. Heâs making such a big deal out of a silly thing like nachos. âIâm pretty sure they all come in a bag, Yuu⌠Come to think of it, theirs are probably stored in one of those big, wholesale bags that most food places get.â
âWell, I want the wholesale ones, then.â
âYouâre pretty set on this, huh?â
He just gives you a look.
âOkay, okay, okay,â you ramble, pulling back just enough to make him lift his head and look at you properly. âHow about⌠we try to make semi-decent nachos and cocktails with what we have, and have ourselves a little movie night since weâre both off work tomorrow and we definitely deserve it after all the pain and suffering weâre going through?â
Yuuji muses. âAll you do at your job is sit behind a desk all day.â
You feel your eyes narrow. âSo?â
âSo,â he says, sounding smug. âIâd hardly call that pain and suffering.â
âOh, Iâm sorry,â you chide. âI wasnât aware that your job also consisted of crawling underneath barbed wire and coming face to face with excruciating death between all those burgers you flip.â
He pokes you in the side for the insult. After jumping a little bit at the ticklish sensation, you make sure to immediately return the favour.
âDo you want those cocktails or not, Ronald McDonald?â
Yuuji stretches his arms above his head and yawns before he gets ready to stand up. âYeah, yeah⌠Letâs make âem fancy.â
He follows you into the kitchen then, where you both work to recreate the vacation food and drinks to the best of your â and your pantryâs â capabilities.Â
The nachos end up being surprisingly decent after you sprinkle some shredded cheese on top and give them a spin in the microwave. The cocktails, on the other hand, are a mixture of cheap wine from the corner store and coke, adorned with pieces of sliced pineapple at the top because you sadly ran out of cute paper umbrellas, much to Yuujiâs disappointment.
Though in the end, everything works out just fine.
You have yourselves a nice, perhaps you could even call it relaxing kind of evening. You change into your comfortable pyjama shorts and tank top, he gets rid of his T-shirt because he prefers being shirtless during the summer, and you play a couple rounds of his favourite game again; all of which you lose because Yuuji decides that he isnât holding back this time. Afterwards, you watch a movie that isnât all that good necessarily, but isnât half bad either, and take rather hefty sips of your makeshift cocktails.
By the time the credits start to roll, youâre both feeling a little buzzed and warm in the face. Neither of you feels like calling it a night just yet, though â being off work the next day at the same time happens so rarely, after all â so you decide on watching something equally as uneventful and drinking some more.
So that is how both yourself and Yuuji end up drinking more than youâd initially planned. The alcohol becomes easier to swallow down when youâve already numbed out your taste buds and have adapted them to the cheap, shitty wine flavour. It even makes the pineapple slices look cool.
And now youâre both drunk. Not shitfaced, per se, but definitely more than tipsy. Enough that itâs making your vision a little bit blurry around the edges, your limbs soft and pliant, and your mind fuzzy. Enough that itâs making you feel like you could do just about anything youâd set your mind to.
Youâre both giggling like morons as you sit cross-legged and face each other on the couch. Heâs desperately trying to tell you a story about one of his co-workers, who, according to him, is supposed to be very weird, but he keeps on slurring his words and keeps on losing track so often that itâs making the entire thing outright incomprehensive.
âDude-â Your voice falters as yet another set of giggles pushes its way out. Goddamn alcohol. âYou have got to stop laughing and tell me whatever it is you want to tell me about this weirdo, because if you donât, I swear to god that Iâm going to fucking lose my shit.â
âListen⌠Jusâ listen-âÂ
âI am listening, you dumbass!â you interrupt, reaching over to flick his forehead. He flinches at the action.
âNo, but like,â he mumbles now, rubbing the aching spot. âI want to tell you, but at the same time⌠I kind of donât.â
This instantly succeeds in sparking your interest. Thereâs something heâs unsure about telling you? How curious; you tell each other everything!
You lean forward slightly, resting your elbows on your knees. âHow so?â
Yuujiâs eyes flicker towards the television for a quick second. The movie is still playing â it bathes half of his face with light and the other half in shadows.Â
Much to your bafflement, he sheepishly bites his lip before he says, ââCause itâs a secret.â
âA secret? Really?â You groan as you grab the small decorative pillow just so that you can throw it his way. Despite his intoxicated state, heâs still rather quick to deflect it. It lands on the ground soundlessly.
âWhat was that for?â he asks now, trying not to laugh.
âOh, I dunno,â you say, bristling. âDid it maybe ever cross your mind that telling me that is only gonna make me want to hear it more?â
âI mean,â he says, scratching the back of his head and shrugging. âI guessâŚ?â
You give him a pointed glare. âYou know how much I love secrets, Yuu!â
âI know.â
âThen tell me!â
âNo.â
You pout in answer, clearly unsatisfied.
Yuuji looks at you, his expression slipping into something thatâs a bit more sincere and apologetic. He watches as you continue to avoid eye contact and push out your bottom lip, clearly trying to appear upset as much as you possibly can in order to get him to change his mind.
Sooner or later, it ends up working.
A person like him is so giving⌠Who is he to ever tell you no?
âOh, fine,â he says, sighing with defeat. âJust pinky promise that you wonât tell anyone, okay?â
Your grin is pleasantly lazy because of the alcohol thatâs still coursing your veins as you chirp, âOf course.â
He hooks your pinkies together and shakes them from side to side lightly as if itâll help solidify the promise better.
âSo, whatâs the secret?â you ask when you pull your hand back and use it to support your cheek.
After a short moment of silence, he finally forces himself to blurt out, âMy co-worker, he, uh⌠He thinks youâre hot.â
You stare at him, arching one eyebrow. âWait, thatâs it?â
Yuuji can feel his entire face tingling with heat now. The blush that steadily continues to bloom makes his skin slightly itchy, but he refrains from scratching it. âYeah, thatâs it.â
You watch him closely.Â
âWhat?â he inquires, not liking the fact that you arenât saying anything. The flush of red has crept down to his neck now.
âYouâre lying,â you reply at long last, expression blank.
He sputters when he inhales a sharp breath, ready to defend himself. âAm not!â
You throw another pillow at him. He avoids this one, too. âAre too!â
âStop throwing stuff at me!â
âI will, if you tell me the secret!â
âI already did!â
âThe actual secret, dumbass!â
âFine⌠Fine! Ugh,â he groans, scrubbing a hand over his face. âHe also said that, ummâŚâ
You enthusiastically gesture at him to continue when his voice fades into nothing again. Curiosity is threatening to eat you alive at this point. âYes? He said what?â
âHe said-â His Adamâs apple bobs in his throat as he swallows thickly. âHe basically told me that if you were his stepsister, that he wouldâve been all over you ages ago. Or whatever.â
You stare at him once more. He stares right back.
âWhat?â he asks again, this time slightly more nervous. His pupils are huge and the blush is starting to make him sweat. âWhat is it?â
After a moment that seems like forever, you repeat, â...Thatâs it?â
Yuuji feels like his heart has dropped to his ass. âWhat dâyou mean thatâs it?!â
âExactly what I said,â you say, shrugging. âYour co-worker has a âOh no, stepbro, Iâm stuckâ fantasy. So what?â
âI-â Yuujiâs eyebrows draw so tightly together until thereâs a small v etched between them. He pauses for a long time before he says, âDonât you think thatâs weird, though?â
âNot really.â You take another small sip from your glass and place it back onto the coffee table. âI mean, have you never noticed how popular it is in porn? Lots of people are into that kind of stuff.â
âN-noâŚâ He stutters, somehow succeeding in turning even redder in the face. âI donât-â
âWatch porn?â you offer quickly, already rolling your eyes.
âNot porn like that,â he quips, suddenly sounding uncharacteristically snippy.Â
You chuckle at the tone he uses, attempting to tame the upward curl of your lips. Things are getting interesting and dirty â something you donât get to encounter a lot whenever it comes to golden boy over here. âWell, what kind of porn do you watch, then?â
Oh, that is very bold. If it werenât for the liquid courage, you doubt youâd dare ask the question. But itâs out in the open now.
Hanging in the tense air thatâs between you two. Waiting. Preying.
âNot the stepsister kind,â he says in a low mutter, surprising you that he even chose to answer. âIâm not into that.â
You canât help but let the smile show now. âHow can you know if youâve never seen it?â
Yuuji gawks before letting out a nervous laugh. â...What?â
âI said,â you repeat, leaning ever so slightly closer. Enough to make him feel on edge, but not enough to scare him away. âHow can you know that youâre not into it-â Thereâs another pause, another closing of distance. His freckles are visible now. âIf youâve never seen it? Hmm?â
âI just-â He tenses up when your knee bumps into his. The short moment of contact is electrifying for some reason; it jumpstarts his heart into a far quicker rhythm. âI just, uh, do.â
You look him directly in his sweet honey eyes. âYeah?â
And he immediately rushes to break eye contact. âYeah.â
âYou know,â you trail off innocently, patting his knee this time instead of âaccidentallyâ bumping it. Unlike before, though, your hand remains on his leg. âFor someone who swears up and down to not be into it⌠You really donât sound so sure about it to me.â
âWell, I am,â he protests in a heartbeat, however the bite thatâs supposed to be in the statement isnât quite there.Â
The reason behind it might be because heâs quite tipsy and canât bring himself to be firm with you. Or maybe, just maybe, itâs because heâs staring at his lap when he says it; right at the spot where youâre still touching him.
Your hand feels so warm as it sits on his thigh. And pleasant.Â
He doesnât exactly⌠want it to go away.
You watch as he huffs in defeat and shakes his head with evident frustration the thought must have evoked. It causes a giggle to bubble up your throat from how entertained you are. You donât even try to stop it this time.
He could tell you off, call you names, push you away, whatever⌠But he doesnât.Â
No, heâs just too good of a big brother.
So you allow the flat of your palms to rest on both of his knees now. Still careful, though not nearly as much as before. Meanwhile, your own knees dig into the softness of the couch as you readjust your weight forward so that you can lift yourself just enough to be eye level with him.
Guilty anticipation pools inside his gut and turns him frazzled when you use the momentum to invade his personal space even further. All of a sudden, you find yourself nose to nose with your cutesy stepbrother. Chest to chest. So close that he can feel the heat of your breath on his lips and smell the fading scent of your perfume mixing with thin layers of sweat and sunscreen.Â
âProve it, then,â you say. Your voice could barely be considered above a whisper but the silence that follows after it is so loud.
Yuuji gulps from how unnerving this entire situation has become. Gulps. âProve⌠Prove what?â
âProve that youâre not into it.â
Thump, thump, thump! His heart is going wild. âHow?â
âWatch it with me.â You move your hands upwards ever so slightly as you speak the words, but itâs not long before youâre sliding them all the way up to his thighs.Â
Theyâre strong, his legs, and the muscles in them flex and harden underneath your touch, making the lines of his gorgeous, so profoundly male-like physique all the more defined. The hairs there are lighter in colour and theyâre silky smooth. They tickle the tips of your fingers when you finally let them settle at the very edge of his gym shorts.Â
Digging your nails into his skin just enough to make him jump a little, you add, âPlease?â
God, youâre so drunk and⌠something else. Your pupils are huge; so big that Yuuji swears he can see himself in them, and the laugh you let out a moment later is girlish and kind of breathless.Â
And he, well, he just looks so goddamn confused in response to it. Like a little puppy thatâs been caught doing something naughty and bad. Big, round eyes, twitchy upper lip and everything.
âI, umm⌠I dunno,â he chokes out finally. He feels like coughing so that he can clear his throat, but he somehow manages to stifle the annoying sensation. âI just⌠Iâm not so sure about that-â
âPleeease, Yuuji,â you repeat, pushing, pushing, pushing. You even start pouting right at him as a means to get him to budge. âI wanna!â
Fuck.
The whine thatâs appeared in your voice now makes his cock involuntarily twitch. What the actual fuck, his dick is responding to you â his baby sister. Little by little, blood is rushing south; right below his waistline until he can feel warmth slowly taking over every inch of his lower half. He tries to make it stop, to put an end to it, to slow it down at the very least, but his efforts prove to be completely useless.
His throat feels scratchy and dry now from not allowing himself to cough, and his skin feels too tight on his face. It makes him rasp as he says, âYou, uh, you wanna?â
âMhmm,â you purr in a mere instant, squeezing his thighs again just the tiniest bit. Goddammit, since when did those parts start feeling so fucking sensitive? âWanna⌠wanna see you start sweating a little when you realize that your dick is getting hard over dirty shit like stepcest, you know? Wanna prove you wrong.â
A second twitch, a second rush of blood. Yuujiâs stomach spins and tightens with anxiety. His nerves go haywire. With each passing second, he can feel his cock getting heavier in his shorts. Can feel pre-cum turning the front of his underwear more and more sticky. Can feel his mind going dizzy with quick-paced lust.
Youâre just so goddamn close. Staring right at him, with your tits almost on full display in that tiny thing you call a shirt, and with that infuriating, shit-eating smirk plastered on your lips. Kneeling right between his legs, talking about stepbrothers fucking stepsisters, allowing your breaths to intermingle as if itâs no big deal.
But thatâs not all. Besides being too close for comfort, heâs also pretty sure that youâre quietly hinting at the possibility of something happening tonight, like letting him stuff your pussy with his cock. Hell, forget stuffing â even just seeing it would be nice.Â
Not that heâs ever thought about laying eyes on his sisterâs cunt, much less filling it, but now that this entire thing is unfolding in real time, before his very eyes, and he swears that he can feel the tips of your fingers subtly brushing against the ridge of his hard-on over his clothes⌠He doesnât feel like refusing the idea necessarily, if it were to actually happen.
Fuuuck!
âIt-it wonât,â Yuuji stammers in one last attempt at keeping his sense of morality, however all he does is end up fumbling over his own damn self like some pathetic loser. Heâs so red in the face, itâs obvious now. âI, ah, I already told you-â
His sentence gets interrupted by a sudden kiss that you press right onto his still half-open mouth.Â
You donât know what exactly it is that compels you to do it, but here you are. Kissing your big brother. Latching yourself to him. Offering him things you shouldnât.
Oh, here you are, all right.
The kiss itself is clumsy, rash, idiotic. Your teeth clash as you hurry forward to wrap your arms around his neck, and thereâs a small, muffled noise â that terribly sounds like a squeal of excitement â escaping your lips when his big hands find your waist and he yanks you forward until youâre fully seated on his lap.
One second ago you were merely looking at each other, tip-toeing the line but never quite overstepping it, and now youâre grinding against one another like animals in heat, tangling tongues and tasting each otherâs spit. Everything happens so fast and itâs all based on pure instinct and executed with zero thinking, because if it happened any other way, youâd surely regret it.
He tastes like pineapple and the lousy chewing gum that he bought back at the corner store earlier in the afternoon but spat out pretty soon after. You shouldnât find the odd combination of flavours that good, you know this, but right now the inside of his mouth tastes like sweet, sweet heaven.
And possible release.
âFuck, Yuu,â you pant between messy kisses, running your fingers along his undercut. âYouâre so hard, look⌠Proves me right, mm?â
Yuuji wants to tell you to shut up, to stop saying things like that, to stop making him feel both so guilty and turned on at the same time because itâs complicated and he doesnât fucking know what to make of it.
But all he ends up saying instead is, âYeah...â
Because, as always, heâs simply too good of a big brother. Too good to tell you no.
Especially when youâre right.
And even if your big brotherâs cock is hiding underneath several layers of clothing, you can still feel it pressing firmly between your legs now. Thick and heavy and in urgent need of some tender affection; a little sisterly love, if you will. Itâs making you grow more and more expectant of whatâs to come. Thereâs no space for shame left.
His size seems promising â at least judging by the feel of it. Each time you push your weight against him, circling your hips a little, he responds by pushing you down even further with the help of his hands on your hips; spreading your folds slightly apart and allowing the seam of your shorts to dig straight into your clit.
Your breathing grows laboured because of it. Slowly but surely, youâre becoming a hot mess of mmâs and ahhâs. And Yuuji, poor, sweet Yuuji, is nowhere near to being any better after heâs forced to hear all of it.
Heâs sweating like crazy. Is throbbing between his legs. Is trying to tame his pulse but it just keeps on hammering and ringing inside his ears. The blush is making his entire face itch all over again and his clothes feel too tight on his body. What else is there?
Oh, even his heart feels like itâs jammed itself inside his throat when he pulls back just enough to break the string of saliva thatâs bridging the narrow space between your mouths and asks, âYou sure you wanna do this?â
âJust fuck me already, god,â you hiss in response. Youâre so sexually frustrated that itâs making you pissy.
Neither of you has planned this nor expected this to happen, but youâve both been feeling lonely, terribly single; are yearning to be touched. Itâs been a while for the two of you, shit happens and people get too busy to enjoy the simpler pleasures in life, and you both consider the other to be attractive, so⌠why not?
Why not? Maybe because this entire thing could, quite possibly, be a disaster in the making.
Still, it doesnât feel like a disaster when Yuujiâs hands wrap around your sides and slam you down on the couch. Doesnât feel like a bad thing when he blindly hooks his fingers to the waistband of your shorts and you bring your legs closer to your chest and lift your hips a little so that he can tug them off easier.
Either heâs too impatient to wait or he did it by complete accident, but he manages to pull down your panties right along with your shorts. Theyâre both left dangling from your left ankle now, hanging uselessly and completely forgotten because heâs too busy trying to push himself inside you.
His back is hunched and his rosy lips are parted as he sucks in and exhales sharp breaths above you. They fan your forehead, cooling the sweat thatâs gathered there, only causing you to shiver.Â
You press your foreheads together when you lift yourself slightly with the help of your elbows so that you can reach between you, tug his waistband low just enough to expose him and guide him inside you. He grits his teeth, baring them like a threatened animal as soon as your fingers curl around the base of his cock, mindlessly stroking the impressive length, spreading the pre-cum thatâs gathered at the tip without any sense of patience.
Neither of you looks into each otherâs eyes; all of your attention is aimed at the spot where you almost connect. After all, his fat cockhead is bumping against your sticky pussy now, inconsistently gliding up and down and smearing arousal. Every time he teases your entrance, your breath hitches in the back of your throat and you cling onto him a little harder.
âYuujiii,â you whine, teeth sinking into your bottom lip so harshly that you fear you might have drawn blood. He almost doesnât recognize the sound of your voice. âWhatâre you waiting for?! Put it iiin!â
âYeah⌠Y-yeah, okay,â he bites out, trying to stop the persistent flutter of a muscle in his cheek. His arms feel like giving in but the muscles in his biceps still flex and shudder with anxiety and anticipation when he finally presses in.
His cockhead pushes past the initial ring of muscle pretty effortlessly from how wet youâve gotten from mere kissing and a little bit of grinding. Perhaps itâs the alcohol thatâs making you so pliant and eager, but itâs easy to open your legs wider so that you can let in even more of him.
Yuuji feels dizzy; like the entire world is spinning. Youâre underneath him, panting so loudly and youâre so warm inside, so accepting, so wet. Your pussy hugs him just right, walls squeezing around his girth, sucking him in further. The sensation makes him drop his entire weight right on top of your writhing body the second he allows himself to slowly rock into you and sink balls deep.
He hides his face into the crook of your neck as he begins to lazily thrust inside you, doing whatever feels best because he canât possibly bring himself to form thoughts right now. In and out, the strokes are long, slow and deep. So deep, in fact, that they make you wince each time he hits the sweet spot thatâs hiding inside.
Youâve ended up so close yet again; with your limbs intertwined and your bodies pressed tightly together that your shirt is crinkling between you. It rides up with the movement of his hips slamming against your own, exposing your stomach, making you stick to each other from how sweaty youâve gotten.
âNngh⌠You feel⌠sâgood,â he grits out, quiet moaning already lacing his voice. His breathing has gotten so heavy that itâs creating moisture on the small patch of skin on your neck that heâs got his mouth pressed against. âWonât last long⌠Ca-ah⌠Canât.â
He sounds so fucking drunk as he continues to say pure nonsense into the side of your throat and keeps on pressing you into the softness of the couch. Not only on alcohol, but also on your pussy it seems.Â
It makes him practically start pounding into you now. Abusing your tight little hole. He slips one arm underneath you and pulls you even closer so that he can steady himself a little bit, and wetness squelches between you as a result. Skin slaps against skin, breaths intermingle. His fingers tangle into your hair crudely â it hurts when he tugs at the roots even if youâre well aware that he doesnât mean to.
Heâs so big above you. So strong. So stupidly male. And heâs also gotten lost in the moment. For a second it makes you scared of him a little bit even if heâs the sweetest man youâve ever met, a real proper marshmallow. And it doesnât help that his cock is as big as the rest of him is; stretching you so deliciously, splitting you wide open, causing tears to prickle at the corners of your eyes even if the booze thatâs coursing your veins is supposed to numb you out to a size like that.
âYuuji, wa- fuck, waitâŚ!â You cross your ankles at his waist in an attempt to slow him down, heels panically digging into his back dimples and toes curling.Â
âN-no, I canât, please⌠Donât make me wait, please, please, please, câmon,â he babbles, still not slowing down, not stopping. His eyes are half-closed and they show concern, but theyâre also dark and foggy when he lifts his head just enough to look at you. âJust a lilâ more, yeahâŚ? Yeah? Just a lilâ... Ugh, keep still just a bit longer- Iâm almost there. So⌠mmh⌠close.â
You try to fight against him, tugging on his hair and sinking your nails into his back, but all he does is endure it, not really caring much about your thrashing and turning. Heâs got you caged underneath him, crying out his name, clawing raw red lines into his broad back. Itâs all drunken breeding instinct and no brain as he uses your body like a toy, and the realization that you can do nothing but take it is terrifying as much as it is thrilling.
His pounding has turned borderline ruthless by now and in his urgency to cum, heâs pushed himself so deep inside you that youâre pretty sure heâs fucked his way straight into your goddamn womb. In his weak attempt to make you last until the end, heâs even started to messily rub irregular circles into your clit.
It makes a thin line of drool dribble down the corner of your mouth from how fucked out youâve become in a mere fifteen minutes. The overstimulation is probably completely accidental, but it achieves the same result just the same. He outright forces the climax out of your body, and the second he feels you squeeze around him, abused pussy trying to milk him dry, heâs giving in, not resisting anymore, shooting his load inside you in an instant.
The groan he lets out is almost like a growl. He arches his back again, balls tightening, grip almost turning iron-like. You can feel the warmth of his cum as it fills you in steady waves of pleasure.Â
You both stay still for a long while after that, trying to gather your senses, attempting to calm down your trembling. His cum is warm and sticky; tacky between your thighs. It starts to drip out of your hole by the time his cock softens enough to create more space.Â
Thereâs just so much of it. A fuckload.
And heâs still breathing so hard. You both are.
âIâm so sorry⌠Fuck, I-â he rasps out. His mouth is so dry that he feels like he could chug an entire jug of water, but he pushes that need away for now in order to get a good look at you instead. âI just- I-â
Yuuji stops mid-sentence when he sees you push two of your fingers between your legs before bringing them up in front of your face again. He watches, eyelids heavy, as you spread them then, toying with the glimmery, cloudy white substance thatâs gathered there until you gently push them inside your mouth, licking his release right off of your fingertips.
His jaw almost hits the floor. Heâs so baffled by what heâs just seen that he barely registers the fact that his cock is trying to get hard again, throbbing against his thigh.
âWhat?â is all you say in response to the incredulous look that sits on his face now. Your voice is muffled from the way you keep your mouth stuffed full.
âI licked it so itâs mine.â
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