#i am so prone to typos

[rosecoloredknight]

When you say becoming a father??? Are you saying like SOON?! 👀

okay so

I've been looking into Single Father Surrogacy.

Now, I am still trying to understand the whole process of what it will initial, and different types of surrogacies because I honestly didn't know of these two above on the image, and that could only be it, but I'm trying to figure out or understand it better. I feel as though educating myself first is the right decision before I do anything else. I don't know what I'll have to do in terms of supporting said person carrying my baby, but I'm willing to fund everything and do anything required of me to make it happen.

I'll most likely start the application and inquiring process next year, but I am aiming for when I'm thirty-two or latest , thirty-five years old to make the single father surrogacy a reality.

I know it sounds pathetic or weird, etc but I've come to accept and be at peace at least that I might not find someone out there? You know, to love and create wholesome, small but meaningful memories with, etc.

I was also super okay in being with someone who already had children through prior relationship(s), heck I would have loved their kids as my own or at least treat them with so much love, care, and hopefully become someone they would be able to trust, etc. I was totally okay with that and all I would have asked said partner is one child from both of us or if not, them to be okay with me becoming a sperm donor.

However, I'm not going to go on dating apps ever again (although I might try eHarmony just to give these next two years a shot) and no one here where I live interests me so I know that I will most likely end up being single forever. And that's okay. I really am okay with that. 😊😊😊 Sometimes life is that way.

However, I am super lucky and grateful about the fact that I do still have an opportunity in becoming a parent without a partner through surrogate.

I know I said, I was okay with having a partner that didn't want kids, and I am, but only if they would be okay with me becoming a sperm donor so if ever, it would be used and I'll know that there's a little half me out there (if I'm not allowed to be involved in their life). I feel ready to be a parent. I want that responsibility. I believe in my ability to be a great father and so this will be the "taboo" measure that I'm willing and will take to become a dad. 😊😊

Sorry about rambling, but I'm passionate about this AND I just wanted to share a little more context to your ask.

Yes, I do have plans on becoming a father soon 😊😊😊

[ichorblossoms]

despite what my constant typos may suggest i do know the difference between when to use "its" vs "it's" However. i type too fast for my own good and cannot for the life of me fully shake the muscle memory of putting an apostrophe for the possessive augh

[gmun-ooc]

I am always worried whenever I send asks that they become an indecipherable word sludge.

[kaisfruit]

Hello love! I love your posts so much and I was wondering if I could request a Cole smut one shot? I mean, I saw your head canons and you said you could go on for longer, girl please do!??

Starved | Cole x Fem!Reader

A/N; I DONT KNOW U TWO, BUT U TWO ANONS MWAH !!! I LOVE U GUYS! i wanted to go so in depth w cole cuz i am unbelievably attrracted to that man i aint afraid to admit it. also, neither of yall specified BUT! im going w fem!reader since u both came from the fem!reader hcs <3

warnings; nsfw under the cut <3, cunnilingus, size kink, pussy drunk cole, unprotected p in v (pls wrap it b4 u tap it yall), probably some typos/grammar mistakes cuz i am way too scared to ask anyone to read this beforehand, and uhh i think that's it!

word count; 4.4k (i may have gotten a bit carried away im sorry yall)

Dinner was a favorite time amongst the ninja. It was time to unwind, to have fun, and enjoy each other's company. You had been chatting idly to Lloyd, who sat to your right, for a majority of the time. He was a bit quieter compared to some of the others (full shade to Jay, Kai, Cole, and Nya) and it seemed as if the mundane practice of just a normal conversation was a great relaxer for the green ninja, so he was definitely one of your preferred dinner companions. That didn’t mean there wasn’t chaos going on around you guys. Jay, who was to your left, seemed to be in a full shouting argument with Kai who sat directly across from the blue ninja. The topic of their angry musings was unknown to you, but Lloyd kept making commentary on it every now and again which you would happily add onto.

Across from you sat Cole, then to his left was Nya, and the head of the table was occupied by Zane while opposite him on the other end sat Pixal. Zane seemed content to exist in the company of all of you, only chiming in when he felt like it was needed, but he and Nya were definitely whispering jokes to each other every now again between bites of their food. Pixal, you noticed, was actually jokingly joining in on Kai and Jay’s argument. She would add in one point that was completely absurd and it would cause the other two to blow up again. That robot could be devious when she really wanted to be.

Then there was Cole. You were surprised that he wasn’t also a part of the argument, but you suppose the topic of…maybe devil worship? You weren’t sure, but still, whatever it was didn’t seem to interest the earth ninja. To be fair, you knew the other was prone to getting entranced into whatever he was eating at the moment and Zane had done wonderfully with tonight’s dinner (as he always did) so it was understandable really. 

“And, yeah, I don’t know. I just don’t really understand why I’ve always got to be doing something.” Lloyd finished his story up and you nodded along, having listened intently the entire time. 

“I don’t know either man,” you shrugged as you took a sip of your water, “your shit is always getting rocked one way or another.” That caused a slight snort of amusement to exit the green ninja. “I mean, I would’ve already changed my government name and gone into hiding if I were in your shoes.”

Lloyd let out a sigh. “That’s the dream. I don’t know if I could do all of that. Couldn’t leave you guys behind at all. That’d suck big time. Ninjago should just get its shit together so we can have some slice of life anime lives.” You nodded enthusiastically at that idea.

“Ooo yeah. And then we could have like fun drama like…what outfit am I going to wear tomorrow or oh no my hair is so bad!” 

“Yes! You’re getting it.” Lloyd grinned. “I think I should get a cat.” His mind wandered constantly, so you were only slightly jarred by the sudden conversation change. “I’ve heard that their purrs do some sort of healing and I could for sure use some of that.”

“I think we’d all like having a cat around.” You added on. “They’re sort of independent, so it would be a good pet for our lifestyle.”

Lloyd was about to respond to you, y’know how conversations work, when all of a sudden Jay slammed his palms onto the table as the “argument” had escalated. It caused the table to shake and before you could stop it your water glass had fallen down and drenched your shirt. You let out a loud gasp which quickly caught the attention of everyone.

“Oh my God, [name], I’m so sorry!” Jay began profusely apologizing, scrambling about the table to find some napkins. Kai was howling with laughter just happy to not be the one who fucked something up. Lloyd was a bit in shock, Zane and Nya had both gotten up to grab some towels from the kitchen with Pixal not far behind, and Cole seemed to be frozen. You were too caught up in the water seeping through your clothes to notice, but the ninja sat opposite you seemed to have his eyes locked onto you, his body tense.

“Jay, it’s fine.” You quickly reassured as you stood up, Cole’s eyes following the movement carefully, “I’ll just go get changed. It’s no big deal.” You tried giving the blue ninja a comforting smile, but you could tell the guilt was already eating him alive and it’d be hard to get him out of that state for a while. You’d try again later, you decided.

Letting those who had left to the kitchen know where you were going, you made your way to your room with your arms held awkwardly in the air so that the weird feeling of the wet fabric wouldn’t be sticking to your skin too bad. Before you could forget, you made a quick stop by the bathroom in order to grab a towel from the cabinet.

Finally having made it to your room, you were quick to tug your shirt off and throw it somewhere on the floor. A sigh of relief left your lips as you began to dry off your top half with the previously acquired towel. With a frown, you removed your bra as well since the water had made it to that garment too and once you were sure your skin felt dry you dropped the towel onto your bed and you made your way to your closet.

You were bent over getting into your dresser looking for a new bra when you heard a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” You called over your shoulder, still digging around in the dresser. 

“Uhhh Cole! Is it okay if I come in?”

“I’m sort of changing right now!”

“I won’t look!”

You huffed out a laugh at that. It was sort of indecent to let him in when you were like that, but he did promise not to look. But what if he did? That thought caused your cheeks to heat up a bit. To be completely honest, you were almost entirely head over heels for the earth ninja. The only reason you didn’t choose to spend every dinner chatting to him is because you knew part of you would slip up and embarrass yourself in one way or another. Not to say he didn’t do his fair share of embarrassing himself, but you found that endearing. He’d probably think you were weird and off putting if you were to just slip up randomly. 

“Fiiinneeee!” You agreed against your better judgment. “No peeking!”

You could hear a chuckle rumble from the man as the faint sound of the door clicking open hit your ears. Chancing a glance behind you, you smiled fondly at the sight of Cole with his hands over his eyes as he shut the door behind him. He stood completely still after that too scared to make his way to a place to sit with him completely blind like that.

“Soooo, what’s up?” You finally asked, trying to not get irritated at the fact that you couldn’t seem to find another bra in your dresser.

“I just wanted to check in on you.” Cole answered, his voice strained. “I’ll gladly beat Jay up for you. Swear.” That had you giggling.

“You’d beat Jay up over anything.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re just looking for an excuse to.”

“Nuh uh.”

“You can take a seat, y’know.” You changed the topic, about damn near close to giving up and just going braless (you wouldn’t actually. It sounded comfortable, but you didn’t want to expose yourself like that.)

Cole cleared his throat slightly. “No way! I’d totally bump into like a shelf or something!! All of your shit would be broken and then I’d have to beat myself up after beating up Jay!”

Another laugh escaped you at that. Was all of it made funnier by the fact that it was Cole? Maybe. Afterwards, you went silent as your mind began racing. This could be your chance? Would he think it’s weird?

“Hey, I,” you bit your lip in a pause, “I don’t mind if you open your eyes…” You finally spoke, getting ready to just laugh it off like it was just a joke. What a prankster you are!

Cole seemed to go oddly silent after you said that and you were sweating bullets. The tension that filled the room was suffocating. Quickly, you snapped up with your back still to Cole. That action was followed by the sound of footsteps almost as if the other ninja had begun walking closer.

You were about ready to apologize profusely when Cole’s low voice broke the silence, “can I ask you something, [name]?”

“Anything…” You murmured, still facing the other way.

“Can I…” There was a pause, an eerily similar pause to the one you had earlier. He was hesitant as he seemed to be fighting some inner battle.

Without thinking, you quickly turned around not caring about your current topless situation and you pulled Cole down in order to plant a fierce kiss to his lips. You were about to apologize for your impulsivity and how you should’ve asked first and not assumed, but Cole’s hands came to rest on your waist and he let out a low groan as he melted into the kiss.

You weren’t small by any means, but it was making your knees weak at the feeling of his hands just absolutely dwarfing your waist. Those hands pulled you closer to where your chest was pressed against him and the feeling of the bulge in his pants against your hips caused you to gasp which he took advantage of and slipped his tongue into your mouth. You let out a small whine at the action, but quickly reciprocated even if you let him have control of the kiss.

Eventually, the need for air arose and you reluctantly parted with him, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. His eyes searched yours, as if something in your gaze held the answer to every question he had ever asked, as his hands slowly wandered to the area beneath your ass. After a bit of panting between the two of you, the kiss quickly resumed and he lifted you up easily causing your stomach to do flips. You wrapped both of your legs around his back and took appreciation in the new angle as it was much easier than having him lean down as much as he was.

The kiss broke as his lips began trailing downward. A shiver ran down your spine at the sensation of his lips on your neck and your breath hitched as he lightly nipped and sucked at the skin there.

“You’re gorgeous…” He breathed against your neck.

Between your harsh intakes of breath, you eventually got out, “Cole, I need you.” Which caused another low groan to escape him.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about hearing that come from your lips.” Cole had begun walking over to your bed and gently sat you down atop it as he crawled on top of you. He had barely even done anything, but you already felt like your brain was turning into mush. The sight of his body hovering over yours is something you’ve only ever dreamed about and you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together. That movement caught his attention, but he had to pace himself. Make sure everything was alright with you. You were operating at hyperspeed, however, and began reaching to the hem of his shirt. That didn’t go unnoticed by him either and he was quick to yank the material up and over his head. He flung the shirt onto the floor of your room as you laid there, stunned, at the sight of his body.

Cole was, well you knew he was big, but he was beefy. Clearly, he was muscular, but he had some chubbiness going for him as well and, God, you don’t know if you’ve ever needed anyone more. He was perfect. You started to sit up so that you could absolutely just feel him up, but he didn’t let you get up. Instead, he ran his hands down your stomach towards your shorts. You looked at him confused and he just leaned in close, his breath fanning across your ear.

“I want to make this about you.” His hands had successfully unbuttoned and zipped down your shorts. “Call me selfish, but I need to make you feel good. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t treat you like the finest piece of cake in the damn bakery?” To many, that’d be a cause for laughter, but knowing Cole, that meant everything. He slowly pulled away from your ear and you couldn’t help but look at him with the purest look of adoration after that. Even in a situation as intimate as this, he still managed to get the butterflies in your stomach to go haywire.

Cole slowly slid your shorts down your legs and off of your body. They probably ended up somewhere near where his shirt did. His eyes were transfixed at the wet spot that had formed on your underwear and he found himself subconsciously licking his lips. You, on the other hand, were staring at him with anticipation wondering what his next move would be. Gingerly, his hands came to rest on your waist and you shivered. His thumbs hooked into the last garment you had on, but he paused to look up at you. His eyes were searching yours once more.

“Is this okay?” He finally asked, his voice soft. Your enthusiastic nod put him into action and he quickly slid your panties off of your legs.

Cole could’ve sworn he was fucking salivating at the sight of your core fully exposed to him. He placed his hands underneath your knees and used that position to spread your legs open for ease of access. Knowing he still had his pants on, you were curious to what his current plan was until your eyes widened as you watched his head lower to rest between your thighs. Your face was flushed red and you could feel yourself trembling slightly. What he was about to do was just so…intimate? It felt more like a once the relationship has officially started activity, but it seems he wasn’t even kidding when he said he’d treat you like cake. Was he trying to ruin you for anyone else? (As if you’d want anyone else.)

The breath was knocked out of you as he took one small lick of you. You could’ve sworn you heard a noise escape him as well, but you weren’t given time to even think as he instantly dove back in. He had started eating you out like a man starved. His tongue moved along your pussy masterfully, making careful movements along your clit which caused punctuated whines to escape your mouth. You couldn’t help but reach a hand down to rest on the back of his head which he seemed to enjoy. Cole then made his tongue flatten out in order to lap up as much of your juices as possible. As if this wasn’t enough to get his fill, his tongue finally plunged into your hole and a gasp left your lips that slowly morphed into a low moan. This man was eating you up and you’re pretty sure your mind was completely gone by this point. What was your name? Who cares? Cole was giving you pleasure you had never experienced before and that’s literally all that mattered at this point. If your head wasn’t so far up in the clouds, you probably would’ve noticed that Cole was grinding up against the bed as he ate you out. 

Your grip tightened in Cole’s hair and a moan left his lips which seemed to vibrate along your cunt. 

“C-Cole–” His name was but a mere whimper along your lips and it only encouraged him to move his mouth against you faster. You felt the knot in your stomach twist up as your peak approached. You were practically grinding up against his tongue which Cole enjoyed immensely. He could not get enough and it rewarded him as you practically exploded all over his tongue. He was licking up as much of your climax as he could as you were still shaking in post-orgasmic bliss. Your vision felt blurry at the continued stimulation that carried you down from your high and you were faintly aware of the moans and whimpers making their way out of your throat.

Honestly, you had expected him to stop, but even one orgasm wasn’t enough to satisfy him. Cole was still lost in the taste of your pussy. You felt a bit of pain flare up at the overstimulation and you were trying to gently pull at his hair.

“Cole,” you whimpered, “h…hurts.” That fell on deaf ears as he just continued on. You thought he hadn’t heard you, but a shit eating look was sent your way and you knew he was trying to work you up. 

“Just one more.” He growled along your folds as he moved up to suck on your clit which caused a jolt to travel through your body. It seems as if he had enough of your trembles as his arms came up to rest on your thighs. The position still keeping your legs spread, but his strength kept your lower half still as he continued his ‘feast’. Your moans and whines had definitely picked up in pace at this moment as the pain began to border on pleasure.

Your second orgasm came much faster.

He licked it up just as enthusiastically as he did the first time. You think he probably would’ve tried to keep going for a third time if you didn’t forcefully pull him up this time. There was a sheen of your slick that shined around Cole’s mouth and you looked away slightly in embarrassment. Cole, meanwhile, was licking around his mouth trying to get whatever he had missed. 

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you attempted to catch your breath after all of that. The shifting of Cole’s body was what finally caught your attention. The ninja was moving himself from above your body to your side and it looked as if he was moving to lay down next to you. All signs of lethargy left your body as you quickly sat up and rested a hand on his chest. Cole stared at you with a tilt of his head, the confusion bubbling within him evident.

“What about you?” You asked, still breathing a bit heavy.

“What about me?” Cole replied a bit dumbly.

“You know…” You muttered, a tad bit embarrassed, but you rested a hand over his painfully hard bulge in his pants. The feeling caused him to shiver and he looked down, realization dawning on him.

“Oh, it’s okay.” He said, picking your hand up and removing it from his crotch. “I said I just wanted to take care of you, right?”

“Yeah you did,” you started, “but I said I need you, didn’t I?” Cole nodded slowly, but a small frown was still on his face.

“Aren’t you tired?”

A sigh left your mouth. “A little, BUT.” You emphasized, noticing how he had opened his mouth to speak after you said that. “God damnit Cole. No way am I going to finally get you into my bed just to have you not dick me down. I don’t care how sensitive I am, I need you to fuck me.” You could barely believe what you had just said, but it got the job done. Albeit a bit slowly.

“...Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you…”

“I have never been more fucking sure in my life.”

Seeing as he wasn’t moving, you lunged over to him to begin slipping his basketball shorts down. Noticing your haste, Cole finally started taking initiative. If it’s what you wanted then he just had to give it. With a better method, Cole slipped off his shorts and boxers off together in one swift motion. And, boy, did he not disappoint. EVERY part of him was big, you had just found out. Saliva pooled up in your mouth at the sight of his cock as you couldn’t take your size off of it. If you weren’t so needy, you probably would’ve taken him into your mouth right then and there, but Cole already had a hand on your shoulder forcing you to lay back down as he positioned himself right above you again.

Your pussy was definitely still slick from the mix of your own arousal and Cole’s saliva and he ran a finger between your folds before shoving it into you. His tongue hadn’t been as thick as his finger, but it still wasn’t much to adjust to. The second finger proved to be more filling and your breath was once again escaping in huffs. 

It took a bit until Cole had either thought you ready or just gotten impatient, but he pulled his fingers out of you and lined his dick up with your entrance. A pause. You were about ready to complain until the breath was taken swiftly from your lungs as he slowly pushed in. As he slid in further and further, the more your breaths turned into short moans. It felt as if he filled absolutely every part of you and it was addicting. The stretch hurt, but it was so deliciously overpowered by the pleasure of him finally being inside you. Though, Cole still didn’t even attempt to move until you gave him the go ahead.

From there, he started at a slow but deep pace. It was a sensual experience. Above you, Cole was letting out little huffs and groans at the feeling of your walls around his member. He could explode right then and there if he wanted to. But, he continued at this pace of almost completely removing himself from your hole before pushing balls deep back in. It was excruciating.

“F..fa…faster.” You panted at him. And who would he be if he denied you this request?

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed around the room as Cole slowly began picking up the pace. His hips were pistoning in and out of you at a rapid pace, and you think you finally understood the phrasing of “being fucked stupid.”

Every push in had you moaning loudly. It was either moans or a broken moan of Cole’s name which made him go in a bit harder every time you did that. His head hung low until it was resting in the crook of your neck. The groans and low moans that were leaving the man only turned you on more and you about screamed his name when he bit into your neck. There were no thoughts of anyone here at the monastery hearing you two, as far as you cared, you and Cole were the only people in Ninjago at this point. All of your senses seemed to be completely filled by the man anyways.

The feeling of his licking, sucking, and biting along your neck combined with his rough abuse of your pussy brought you close to your third climax of the night which might be a record for you.

“C-Cole, I’m-I’m close.” You whined, your voice barely audible over the sound of him fucking you.

“God, me too.” He moaned against your neck. Cole was determined to not let go until you had, so he reached a hand down to start playing with your clit as he continued fucking into you. That absolutely sent you over the edge and you screamed as you came all over Cole’s cock. He continued thrusting into you throughout your orgasm which only made it feel that much better. His hips began stuttering in their movements and he was quick to pull himself out of the vice grip your pussy had on him. Cole wrapped a hand around his cock and jerked himself off the rest of the way until his cum started landing on your stomach. He let out tiny grunts as he fucked into his hand a bit before letting go.

You made sure he was looking at you when you scooped up some of his release and licked it off your fingers. He really had to save that image for the next time he masterbated.

Before he even allowed himself to lay down next to you, Cole carefully got up and reached for the towel you had used earlier to dry yourself off and used it to wipe his release off of your stomach, a small ‘sorry’ leaving his mouth as he did so. He was cute. 

Finally, his body dropped harshly at your side and you giggled tiredly at him. Cole rolled over to look at you and you held your arms open, a silent question for him to come cuddle you. 

His strong arms wrapped around your body and you rested your head on his chest, listening to his calming heartbeat. Cole found where your covers started and threw them over the both of you which only made you snuggle in even closer to him.

You two sat there in silence for so long, just catching your breaths, that you nearly fell asleep.

“Hey, [name].” You startled at the sound of his voice. A non-committal ‘hm?’ is what you hummed in response and he just rested his nose on the top of your head in your hair. “Do you want to go on a date with me?”

A content sigh left your lips and you sleepily looked up, causing him to remove his head from its place. “Of course, Cole.” One of your hands slipped out from under the covers and cradled one of his cheeks. You leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on the other cheek. 

“Now, let’s get some sleep. We can talk about the details later.” You said through a yawn and he just smiled at you fondly. You both returned to your previous positions and slowly drifted off, and for once, neither of you felt fear or dread for what was to come in the future.

[n3ptoonz]

Could you please write the reader waking up from a wet dream with Smoke? reader mumbles his name during it so it isn't that hard to tell what's happening and helps when you wake up after maybe... 😵‍💫 established relationship. I LOVE your stuff so much by the way every time you post it's Christmas for me.

christmas 😭😭😭 i love that analogy TYSM anon❤️💚

now...this is what i'm talkin about 😈😈 let's get it DONEE

'Love On The Brain'

Pairing: Royal Guard!Smoke/Reader

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 1 (2023)

Warnings/tags: Smut, Explicit, service top!smoke, switch! smoke, gn reader, reader is a switch, wet dream, established/secret relationship, creampie, m!nipple play, cowgirl, prone, missionary, handjob, sphinx likes when men beg, dacryphilia, reader is like the heir in a primarily female tribe (very outworld-esque)(idk i just wanted to sound cool), barely proofread apologies for typos

Word count: 1.9k

To be the heir in a tribe that was ran by mostly powerful women, it was naturally a blessing to be in your position. Because here, gender didn't matter. First born = next in line for leading. Period.

However, your mother was no stranger to keeping men in their place. Most of the guards that did nothing but protect and serve were in fact men, especially ones that were chosen from clans with high status.

Your quarters, like your other siblings, were a bit far from the main part of the land, but that meant you had your own guard all to yourself--like everyone else. One man that was capable of just about anything, if not everything.

His name was foreign; that of a whole different region outside of your knowledge. What was it again? Ah, it was-

-

"Tomas-!" you choked out a whine as your eyes shut tightly. Tomas held one of your hands while the other was gripping your other hip, watching the stomach bulge appear with stars in his eyes as he had no shame going at a relentless pace.

This was the third time you came in one round. Whatever he was doing, he was doing it right. Who knows how long you've been going at it by now? Honestly, who cares. To basically have the shape of him molded inside you, time was the least of your concerns.

You were signaling that you were about to cum again by the slight grip you had on his hand while the other flew over your mouth. He suddenly stopped his movements and leaned forward to kiss the back of that same hand.

"I want to hear you. Can you do that for me?" he whispered. He said your name over and over in a sweet, gentle manner, as if he was trying to get your attention. What was once a hazy and muffled voice was becoming clearer every time he said your name. And as you opened your eyes-

-

You shot up in your bed and panted, shielding your eyes from the sun rays that assaulted your vision. Your breath stilled you turned to look to your side; Tomas was standing at the foot of your bed in position but a concerned look on his face--he was typically bad at hiding his emotions, it's an ongoing joke between you two.

"I heard you calling my name, are you alright?" he asked, a faint tint of blush betraying him. You were about to get up off the bed when you felt a sort of...sticky substance in your underwear. You froze in your spot before sheepishly looking up at him.

"I am, thank you...Could you, um..." you trailed off.

With these three words he has heard before, he's assuming you're about to ask him to leave so you can have your privacy. Being in a secret relationship with your own guard wasn't exactly all fun and games, he still took his job very seriously, but boy did he enjoy the thrill alone.

He had already made a move to leave the room when you hopped out of bed, remembering that feeling between your thighs as soon as you took a step. If there wasn't a bloom of even more concern on his face before, it's there now. He takes one look at how you were standing, and one look at your bed. Upon seeing a bit of a stain where you were just laying, he was no fool. He knew it exactly what that meant. From you repeatedly whispering his name in your sleep, to the slight jolts every few seconds...

"Did you...uh-"

"Tomas," you said as now stood in front of him with no intention to break eye contact. You looped your index finger around a piece of his armored chest plate and pulled him in for a short, but meaningful kiss. Eventually going back in for even shorter seconds and thirds. You felt like a starved bear woken up from hibernation, and you needed your fill.

"You are going to fuck me. And you will do it how I tell you to. Is that understood?" you whispered. The color red almost completely took over his entire face upon seeing this newly discovered hunger in your eyes, but he was more than happy to oblige by your commands. He did serve you, after all. Why not put it to good use?

The only sounds that could be heard was the bed shaking, skin slapping together, and your cries muffled by your pillow. The swiftness in which Tomas put you in the prone position and pinned you down with his body, he didn't even really need to use his hands for anything besides holding himself up.

"Look at you loosening up for me. Is this how the heir behaves?" he taunted. You gave him free rein to speak how ever he pleased. Your nails drug against the sheets and you panted as the room grew hotter and your skin felt prickly from the cold sweat.

The pure bliss of his long, thick dick dragging in and out of you and the contrast to what was once cold metal armor to his sweaty, warm muscular chest atop your back made you see stars. This was a thousand times better than your dream, honestly.

"Nothing to say?" he asked, slowly yet agonizingly pushing himself into you and bringing his movements to a halt. He was holding your hips down at the same time until a good amount of his weight engulfed you. The angle he was laying at had him brushing right against your g spot, but not enough to get you to cum in an instant.

"Tomas--!" you cried out, squirming and groaning underneath him. You couldn't see it, but Tomas himself had to pause before responding because he was getting overwhelmed. You felt so good around him, he almost moaned your name back.

"You feel...so fucking good wrapped around me..." he whispered. He didn't expect himself to say it out loud, but the cat's out the bag! He slowly shakily pulled out and flipped you onto your back, the sight of your slick mixed with his pre-cum leaking out of you made him dizzy.

Your face was flushed, eyes glossy, and chest heaving; he looked the same. Without second thought you pulled him close for a deep and passionate kiss, reaching your other hand between your legs to grab and pump him. He nearly got choked up mid-kiss. You smiled and chuckled against him as you could feel his hands grabbing for the sheets next to your head. His body was trembling with love and lust.

You continued to stroke him and made sure it was known he wasn't allowed to be inside you again...yet. And this? This...newfound dynamic of power, he loves it. He instinctively started thrusting his hips into your palm and wishing it was you.

He broke the kiss and started nipping at your neck, his shallow breaths and breathy whimpers all too familiar right in your ear. He knew it wouldn't be possible to mark you up the way he wants to, but that didn't really matter. Only he gets to be this close to you and he relished in that alone.

His breaths picking up meant he was close, but you weren't having that. Him coming before you? Especially if you haven't yet? Madness. Though, you knew he wasn't about that either.

You quickly angled him in front of your hole and pulled away right as he thrusted forward. The both of you groaned in pleasure at the sudden contract on both ends and a cold shiver washed over your bodies.

He couldn't help but cum instantly, but he was no punk. He just kept going at the same time you were being filled to the brim. The room couldn't be louder with his determined grunting and the sound of squelching coming from between your legs.

You came shortly after and dragged your nails down his biceps since he had you caged in. He had your back arched, seeing stars, and out of breath.

There must've been something about this morning air because neither of you felt like this was over. Or maybe you didn't want it to be...

You smiled as he rested his forehead against yours, giving him a quick kiss on the nose before pushing him off of you and crawling on top of him. You watched his gray eyes practically twinkle at the sight of you--spent but willing. But also the rays from the sun shining through your window.

One of your hands carefully wrapped around his neck while the other simply put his length back inside. Being on top of him now, you could feel his quick breaths and the slight bucking of his hips.

"No touching while I ride you. Understand?" you said, tone just above a whisper when you leaned in closer to him. He gulped and shyly nodded. He was determined to try his best not to, because he knew you'd be even more willing to punish him for it.

There was no more starting slow. You both wanted and needed to chase this high as fast as possible especially under these circumstances. You took turns having control, and you were going to make the most of it. You were already pumped full of his seed so who needs slow and sensual now?

Your body was kicked into overdrive as you took all of him again. You tried to keep a not so expressive attitude, but damn that was growing harder by the second. No pun intended.

Since there was a free hand that wasn't on his neck, you decided to try something new. You gently rubbed his nipple to see if he'd have a reaction. And boy DID he have a reaction.

"Fuck-" he cursed multiple times. His face contorting and hips bucking harder was all you needed to see. "Ah, don't stop, please." he whispered.

He had to keep balling his hands into fists so he wouldn't just grab your hips and fuck you til you cried again. "By the gods, I'm so close. Don't stop-" his own words interrupted by a combination of a gasp and a moan. You've never seen this side of him before. Even if you did have sex the amount of times that could be counted on one hand, you didn't expect he'd act like this. Of course, he's a sensitive and sentimental guy at heart even if he doesn't show it much outside of being alone with you.

Good thing you were also about to blow too. Would you believe me if I told you he was about to cry? Well, you should. Because he's doing so right now.

"Can I- Agh- Can I please touch you? I can't go on like this-" he begged. You denied him just to watch him cry some more. And as the tears poured from his eyes, you both came together. He wasn't sad or upset. Quite the opposite actually. Little did you know it was so fucking hot to him that you wouldn't give him what he wants right after he just had you pinned to the mattress and filled with his cum.

After you calmed yourselves down, cleaned up, and changed the sheets, you convinced him to take a bath with you and cuddled close to him. You didn't want him to go back to his post yet. It had been some time since either of you had gotten the time to yourselves to do something like this, clearly. You innocently sat in his lap while you two cleaned each other off--including the dried tears under his eyes.

And then you woke up.

Kidding! After your nice, hot bath, you pulled him close as you plopped down onto the fresh sheets just to hold him for longer...Thank the gods today was your off day.

a/n: HI...! XDXDXD COLLEGE WAS WHOOPING MY ASS, my bad y'all! i hope yall fw this bc deadass this person asked for this in fuckin january, i feel like a shitty author rn😭😭but we got it done 🙏🏾 idk when imma be able to focus on tumblr fics again, but hopefully it won't take as long like this did!

[gin-juice-tonic]

why am i so prone to typos

[canon-in-too-deep]

Free Sleepy Hollow Typeset

(Uh, if you saw this go up with the wrong author name on the title page---yes, it wasn't a glitch in the matrix. I deleted and reposted it after fixing it 😅. Thank you to @thatscarletflycatcher for noticing it so quickly and letting me know! I appreciate it. And seriously, any typos, feel free to let me know. I am tragically lactose intolerant and typo prone.) After the last couple fancier designs, I decided to just put together a quick, simple typeset of a classic spooky story, that I might tip my hypothetical typesetter hat to Halloween. Irving Washington's The Legend of Sleepy Hollow is available for FREE in my archive (or library? Or book nook? Still workshopping names--). Please note, it's sized for quatro letter. And if you're looking for more spooky books to bind or read for the Halloween season, there's also free typesets of Frankenstein, Dracula, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, and Peter Pan (ok, look, Peter Pan kind of scared me after that one season of Once Upon a Time).

[deadbeatbirdmom]

Where is the next chapter of my WIP? Still in progress, no thanks to how tired I am. And not helped in the last couple of days by the side effects of covid and flu vaccines. But hey, better than having actual covid and/or flu.

The next chapter is over 2,000 words long at the moment, but I'll probably aim for at least 1,000 more before I consider it long enough to post. I've no idea how long that'll take me to write. With any luck I'll be less prone to typos soon. Stringing a sentence together so it makes sense and isn't mispelled is a struggle right now, and I keep forgetting what I'm doing. At least it should get better soon. I hope.

I've made better progress with my silly art than my writing lately, but even that is slow going. Here's a sneak peek:

[withered-blossoms]

Obey me scenario...

WARNING: this is a very long ramble so if y'all don't like rambles, skip this uhh post. Also it's quite self-indulgent. Actual ramble under the cut. Also this is not proofread so there may or may not be typos.

Where the MC goes by a different name depending on who they're introducing themself to.

Like for example, the MC obviously has a birth name right? (Like one assigned to them by their parents and is used by family and human classmates). But what if they chose to use a nickname/alternate name to introduce themself to future/current acquaintances?

Like if I were to use myself as an example, let's say that my "actual/parent assigned name" is Blossom. And so my human realm classmates and family call me "Blossom". But for online friends and acquaintances/friends I make in future, I go by "Bloss"? (It could also be because they don't speak my language and usually pronounce it slightly inaccurately which IS NOT their fault but it would make their lives easier to have them refer to me as "Bloss").

And MC gets so used to using their "other/nickname" that when they get kidnap transported into the Devildom and they gotta state their name, by habit their nickname slips out of their mouth? And technically speaking it is indeed a name they go by? Maybe because they feel more comfortable using this nickname instead of their "actual/real name"?

Now we know that Diavolo hates being lied to and has the power to tell lies from truth to back it up, so do you think he'll think the human is lying deliberately? Or would his aura turn more threatening and serious and ask for their real name? I personally feel like I'll piss all of them off if I were to meet them for the first time. Why? Take a look below to see how the convo would've gone:

Diavolo: Welcome to the Devildom. I am Diavolo, the Crown Prince. How should we address you?

MC: Please call me (insert nickname) (absolutely natural but debating whether or not it would count as a valid answer)

Lucifer and Barbatos: ...

Diavolo: ... That is not your real name now is it? It would not do you any good to lie. (Aura probably turns threatening but his customer service smile is still present, most likely assuming that MC has a dishonest purpose for concealing their "real name" aka name given by parents)

MC: Your Highness, with all due respect, that is indeed a name. I have fulfilled your request, and it is indeed one that I go by and have gone by for quite a while now. ("You only asked for a name to refer to me by, you never asked for the one I was given since childhood." Would probably be added in their head. It would not do for them to spit something so...snarky and potentially rude out. They are in unknown territory and an unfamiliar environment after all. Holding their tongue here would be more advantageous)

Now assuming that they accepted, should MC decide to reveal their name.later, would it bring a lot of trouble paperwork-wise? They've been writing this name on all of their assignments, their Devildom ID displays their nickname, and all of the official documents are signed with this alias. Or perhaps when they've grown fond of the sacrificial little lamb, they will allow them to suddenly change their names via a short notice to all academic lecturers? As for their Identification Card and personal documents, the card will be updated/changed (either via magic or by getting a replacement) and the documents will have a note/update stating their real name?

Of course, if the MC is comfortable with only their newfound family (the constituent characters are naturally chosen by you, my dear reader) using their real name, then those with said honour will guard it with their lives. For those that are prone to slipping up, they will perhaps flounder a little and give the excuse of confusing the sheep with someone else (yes Mams my darling I'm looking at you). For Levi I think he'll continue to refer to MC as Henry anyways but then again it depends on your personal HCs.

For those in the cast but are not chosen to be the MC's super close ones, perhaps they'll be a little confused should anyone slip up while they are around. Cue more floundering until perhaps it gets out, but you know the cast's mouths are shut, so tightly they'll put gorilla glue to shame.

So worry not, your real name won't be slipping out to the RAD public. Despite what I mentioned about Mams earlier, you know he will guard your precious name like dragons with treasure. And he'll do admittedly one of the best jobs out of the cast.

Now assuming that they do not accept that reasoning, it could go two (for what I can think of now) ways.

1) MC continues debating.

Given Lucifer's displeasure, he would most likely chide the MC for their rudeness and Barbatos would, with a chilly smile, advise them not to use up all their chances. The brothers on the sidelines may whisper a bit between themselves but will not interfere since it's not like they'll save a random human stranger from their Prince and risk being on the receiving end of the wrath of the Fantastic Trio (if you know where this is from, you know *wink wonk* sorry, couldn't resist using this .... Interesting group name.)

When it gets to a very bad point where MC is perhaps dishing out their reasoning with possibly an annoyed tone by now, they will have to bet or hope. Hope that Diavolo would be magnanimous enough to allow them to use their alias down here and accept their alias as the name they go by since he can confirm the genuine discomfort they have with using their "actual name" and spot nearly no lies in the reasons they offered.

But if Lucifer and Barbatos happen to get a little iffy before their Prince gets mad, MC will have to bet that they would not jeopardise this exchange program by hurting them in any way or exchanging them for another human.

Or for those beyond the fourth wall, get rid of this exchange student they've selected, either out of rage or annoyance or for convenience and success, reset the timeline or make another timeline the sole reality and pick another exchange student. Basically MC will have to bet on their value and importance to the exchange program and bet that Diavolo would care enough about having stains or guilt/reminders on what he had done to the MC (if he were to smite them or wipe them out for the safety of his kingdom cuz he suspects that they have ulterior motives for hiding their name) because most royals don't.

But then again they have magic so should things come down to it they may just erase MC's memories and send them back to the human realm unsuspectingly, choose another human and move on.

Also, who's to say that Diavolo didn't have Barbatos look through the timelines and pick the one which goes most successfully before bringing MC down? (Yes, fanfictions expanding on the aftermath of Lesson 16 have been getting to my head and giving me a lot of ideas and scenarios)

Diavolo is the Crown Prince. Acting ruler of a whole kingdom. There is no way he would be willing to toss an uncertain factor into the equation without knowing the future. If I had the power / someone with the power to look into the future freely without much repercussions (on my kingdom that is and preferably the person but the priority is on the kingdom), I would use those powers to see how my plans go, especially since my citizens and my kingdom, my responsibility and the burden I have to shoulder alone, albeit sparingly.

But ultimately as a ruler, one's responsibilities come before one's emotions. It's the price they have to pay for the immense wealth and safety they were born with. With so many lives resting on his hands, there is no way a ruler as benevolent but also smart, intelligent (terrifyingly so), cunning and manipulative (I mean that as a compliment cuz those are what a ruler should have, to use it for good ofc don't get me wrong) as Diavolo would not take "cheat a little" and look at the answer to the question (like those reference/practice question books that yall's parents buy for you when huge examinations are near. Just me? Aight then—)

Anyways, the route honestly depends on what y'all choose/think/headcanon. I'm just adding a drop into the ocean in hopes that any writers will write a piece on this or perhaps expand on my idea or something. I would do it but I don't trust myself to serve or deliver, not when I know some in the fandom have repeatedly left absolutely no crumbs. (Yes I'm a Gen Z I just don't use slangs often don't @ me—)

2) MC begrudgingly accepts the use of their real name.

That's all for now, may add more/ a Part 2 of inspiration decides to pull a Truck-kun and isekai me somehow.

[daily-vitamin-shiho]

WELCOME TO SHIHO VITAMIN'S PET CLINIC!!

Here, at Shiho Vitamin's Pet Clinic, we provide your pets with the right amount of Shiho Vitamins they need to get through the day! With just a single daily dose of Shiho Vitamins, your pet will be much better behaved in no time!

SIDE EFFECTS MAY INCLUDE:

-Heightened senses

-Fatigue

-Excessive Obedience Thirst

-Weakness

-Seizures

-Bone Melting

-Obedience.

-Obedience.

-Obedience.

-Obedie.aGVsUE1FSEVMUEhFTFAt.nce

[mod info under the cut!]

After their discovered love for one another and Shiho Hinomori, Anons 1, 2, and 3 opened up the Shiho Vitamin's Pet Clinic, and became Mod 1, Mod 2, and Mod 3.

Their story shall forever go down in history.

Mod 1:

hey losers (/J YOURE NOT ACTUALLY LOSERS I LOVE YOU GUYS) im mod 1 formerly anon 1

I am a guy and a minor!!! I prefer he/they please!!

i have no idea what i can contribute to this blog and I probably won't be very active aside from silly mod shenanigans since im busy running the honami pharmacy too ahahahaha

But I'm looking forward to being a part of our wonderful Shiho Pharmacy!

Mod 2:

MOD 2 HERE!!! Formerly known at Mod 2 :D

She/her pronouns please, and I am in fact, a minor!!

I already have a stock of Shiho pictures prepared for this special occasion of delivering Shiho Vitamins to animals, and who knows, even some humans will get a bit curious.. I have no idea just HOW active I will be, but yeah I guess I'll be pretty MODerate i guess (get it. because. ahahaah)

Enjoy your Daily Doses of Shiho Hinomori, our beloved!!

ps i WILL be prone to making typos.. probably most definitely. If there are any vitamins that can fix that..

Mod 3:

Ello there mod 3 her formerly anon 3

I usually don't do most of the lore stuff for this pharmacy but I do a lot of the daily vitamins and also sometimes do silly mod stuff so uh if you wanna talk to me then the ask box is always there :3

a she/her and also a minor 👍 (I accidently put minori XD)

remember to drink water and enjoy your daily dose of shiho <3

[amelias-zelda-calamity-quintet]

For your ask game!

3, 12, and 16😊

Thank you for the ask @abbyzwrites!

3. Do you like constructive criticism

Yes, but like. With a heads up. Largely, I appreciate folks catching typos and weird missing word sentences, and I do appreciate more in depth critique, but I've also recognized that I as a writer am very prone to getting caught in editing spirals. I have to get the whole thing done, or I'll just get stuck on the first part, and then it never gets finished because perfectionism kicks in. It's a momentum thing for me.

Generally, as long as people ask first so I can watch certain usernames in case I'm not in the head space for feedback and as long as there's the understanding that I'm not planning to do major edits until the whole thing is written, then yeah.

12. What fic do you wish you got more of a response on?

This is going to sound silly because MoaH is doing really well on AO3 considering I'm so new to the site, but coming off of GoS being. What it is to the Wattpad LoZ scene, it's still Mark of a Hero.

Look, I adore Goddess of Secrecy, it tracks my journey as a storyteller, it's why I'm backdating it as I import it over to remind myself of how long it took to build my skillset. And the popularity of it when/where I was originally posting it is a big ego boost. But Mark of a Hero is the pay off of that journey so far and I want more folks to read it. I gotta figure out how to make the 9 book epic fantasy series less daunting to look at though, I can only imagine what kind of mountain that request looks like.

16. Do you tend to reread fics or are you a one-and-done kind of person?

I don't really know, to be honest. The thing about GoS blowing up on Wattpad when I was a teen is that is also really complicated my relationship with engaging with fandom. I don't want to complain about popularity, it feels kinda self-centered, but it was very difficult for me to figure out at the time how to engage with other people online without getting flooded by requests to read other people's works (and then upset responses when I couldn't/wouldn't for whatever reason), and I ended up having to avoid reading fic entirely while I was working on GoS.

It's been years since then, and it's been the fun of exploring fandom now as Expanding Hyrule is building its community, but unfortunately, I can't say yet since I've only been reading fic now for a little over a month. I'll put a pin in this question and let you know in a year how it's changed though! Hopefully I'll have an answer then.

And thank you again for the ask!

[preqwells]

hello!!!

୨୧ i go by sunny, but you can call me just by my blog name too! im 20, currently a college student. i like to dump every coherent thought i have here. i’ve been (unfortunately? fortunately?) ridded with the COD and leon kennedy curse for 2 years so i decided to act on it!

୨୧ she/her

୨୧ asks are open!

୨୧ this blog is 18+ !

୨୧ i am very prone to typos … please do not string me up and throttle me IM JUST A GIRL!!!!

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top post(s):

simon with a shy partner

roommate simon

simon being needy

personal favorites:

sweet (simon x reader)

downtime (logan howlett x reader)

i write for:

୨୧ resident evil — leon kennedy, all versions of him (re2r, biohazard, etc etc) ୨୧ call of duty — taskforce 141 (price, gaz, soap, ghost) + könig ୨୧ extras — logan howlett

୨୧ i write smut— all works i write with smut will be tagged as such!

i’ll update this as i write more and learn, but i really just wanted to write this so you guys know the basics of this blog and about me!

do not repost any of my works— you have zero permission to claim my work as yours.

why you might be blocked: you’re a minor, you’re trolling in my asks

banner credit: @/saradika

[crimsononiarataki]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG!!

NAME: Zane, Z, Dragon

PRONOUNS: He/Him

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: I do not share my discord with anyone without adequate OOC communication. So the IM system on here (despite it not working most of the time with notifications) is best until I grow comfortable enough to share my information for discord.

NAME OF MUSE(s): Arataki Itto & too many to list on my mumu.

BEST EXPERIENCE: One of the best experiences I have had so far? Making new friends is one of them though I am a ball of anxiety and fear of being annoying. Another is that there are a lot of people who tell me I am good at writing Itto.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS:

No communication is a big pet peeve & moderate level deal breaker for me. This is more true toward ship partners than general folks but still do try to communicate with me, please.

Being disrespectful toward people for having 'too many rules' or setting out their own boundaries. They have these things for a reason do not treat them terribly because of it.

SPAMMING me with IMs. I do not always have spoons to talk to everyone OOC. I do not always post things upon the dash in regard to this but when it happens it will be obvious as I do not respond right away to things.

Making fun of those (like me) who are NOT native speakers of the English language. I am prone to typos and strange grammatical errors due to this.

Being pushy for ships is not okay. I do not care if you ship a thing if we are not actively writing together do not expect me to be okay with shipping with your muse simply because /you/ ship the thing.

MUSE PREFERENCES: As funny as this is going to be, prior to picking up the sunshine Oni known as Arataki Itto, I mainly wrote assholes. So the fear that I am /not good enough/ at writing this precious Oni still sits with me. I wrote (and still write) an asshole from another fandom who can be found upon my mumu and prior to chucking him onto there he had, had more than one blog over the sixteen years I spent with him.

PLOTS OR MEMES: I am good with both. I am always happy to plot things out even if it is merrely barebones to get things going. Working up from there is always good with me. As for memes? If we are mutual status (or I follow your sideblog) you are welcome to catapult/launch/yeet/shoot/drop ect your muse onto me at any time.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: I prefer longer things but I am fine writing shorter replies if my partner prefers them. You will not really see me doing many things that are 'one-liners' though as I am incapable of writing such small things. I fail miserably most of the time unless it is something like a dash commentary.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: I write all hours. If I am awake you will know because I will be upon the dash to some extent.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): I do not think I am. As I am boring and my muses are not.

Tagged by: @/glacialswordsman Tagging: Uh...

[danpuff-ao3]

✄ what’s your editing process? also ▵ pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite line for Devotion!!! also ✦ what was your easiest fic to write & your hardest? <3

Squashy! Thanks for the asks!

✄ what’s your editing process?

Hmmm. Avoidance. Then crying. 😂 Oh and complaining. I hate editing. I loathe it. I do some editing as I go. If I'm stuck I sorta stare at what I have and poke a bit. Once a draft is done I give it at least a once over. Start to finish, catching typos, and if anything feels iffy I'll pause and prod a bit.

Aside from catching typos, I'm prone to deleting things. I'm generally happy with the shape of my work, since I spend so much time crafting it while getting it down at the start. Occasionally things need to be shifted or reworded, which I really hate.

My OCD tends to spiral, so it's safest for me to create distance and not let myself spend too much time on it. If I worry too much about perfection, but work would never be shared at all. It's hard for me to strike balance, so I do what I can.

▵ pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite line for: Devotion!!!

Omg noooooo. 😭 I'm proud of so much with that fic. But there are bits of it I shared early on in the process that I forever am pulled back to.

He is the blazing sun. The harsh light beneath which nothing can hide, and nothing survives.

✦ what was your easiest fic to write & your hardest? <3

Ooooh lordy. Let's see.

For easiest, my first thought was Lover Boy at Play. I basically wrote it in a day and it was one of the most self-indulgent fics I've written; however I do remember a few failed attempts at writing the fic before. Before I realized what the original idea was missing (Parseltongue kink!!) Once I got the new version started it flowed right out of me!

But with that...maybe the real answer is Cruel Summer, as angsty and problematic as it is. I wrote, edited, and posted it in a day and while the idea had been with me for a while, that really was my first attempt at writing it.

For hardest, I'll also give 2.

Collateral Damage was one of my first fest fics, written for Ron-Draco Fest. I was 10k into the first version when I had to scrap it and start all over. I fought every step of the way on that fic, but it came out so dang good, if I do say so myself.

But the worst time was Contempt. I cried over that fic. I was pulling out hair. I was devastated, because I loved it so much but had so little faith in it. I really gave that fic my all. I've never worked so hard on anything in my life. And I loved it so, so much. I've never worked harder on a project, given a project so much of myself, or been prouder of any given work. The writing and editing of that fic was pure misery.

But that fic is my heart and soul and everyone who has read it and loved it, I love you so much, thank you for reading it and loving it with me 🥺 I genuinely have endless feelings about that fic and I forever need to scream about it.

fic ask game!

[obstinatecondolement]

Having kind of a post-NaNoWriMo dip in mood re: the fic groove I have been in tbh. (mental illness and insecurity bullshit, mensturation mention cw)

I do still feel Very Strongly about the ideas I have and I do want to write them/continue working on them in the case of the two WIPs I started this week, but without the external structure of the event it's harder to thinking about sustaining that, especially given that I was making so many glaring mistakes that I feel looked very amateurish (I know it's an amateur hobby, but whatever, I expect very ridiculously high standards of myself in almost everything that I would never hold anyone else to and it's always crushing when I inevitably fail to meet them, lol).

The things I was getting wrong were mostly basic spelling errors, using the wrong word in common phrases that turned things into the uncanny valley of that phrase that didn't not make sense but weren't how anyone would say that particular thing naturally, accidentally flipping word order (or not rephrasing the rest of a sentence properly after copying and pasting things around, etc.), and just, like ... random gibberish typos that only became obvious to me after I posted, despite trying really hard to self edit myself carefully.

It's very difficult for me to have the focus to be able to do that sort of detail oriented task when things are in fast-brain mode. And, like, attention to detail is something I am typically very good at, so it's deeply embarrassing to me, especially in a new fandom where I'm creating a first impression.

And like, more generally I also feel like the shine has kind of gone off me and, I know that this is just my literal mental illness distorting my perception of Everything, but it feels like the fandom is already kind of over me because I'm too much. This is all very much a me problem and I don't think it's true or that anyone has treated me badly or done anything that would reasonably create this impression to a person who was not Going Through It (hence the read-more and, like, also: if you are a recent Ghosts follower you have done nothing wrong and have been nothing but nice to me and I don't want you to reassure me*, I'm just insane and I need to get a grip/have serious mental health issues and need to be better at distress tolerance and not being so insecure in how I'm perceived and prone to assuming that people are sick of me.

But, anyway, I think that part of this is just like... also pretty normal? Hypomanic episodes can last up to months, but usually they do fizzle out much sooner than that for most people most of the time, so I think that I just have kind of run out of steam and now I'm going low again having been pretty high for a sustained two-ish weeks and the very obvious external end of the line signal given by NaNo ending has kind of naturally triggered that downturn.

And I am like, speaking pretty approximately here? I think I probably have mixed episodes more than pure hypomanic episodes, for the most part? But, yeah, I don't know. I think the rollercoaster is coming out of a corkscrew and it's just going down now. Which, you know, does suck but it also won't last forever, so that is some comfort. I also still think I might be premenstrual, which does fuck with my head a lot, so, y'know. TL;DR, I'll be fine, but I am having a hard time. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

*Like, genuinely, please don't. This is a Me problem and I think it would be bad both for me and for my relationships with others if I were to make the people around me feel that they had to constantly protect my feelings by showering me with attention and reassurance, or whatever. And also, like, I'd feel Very Bad if I thought other people felt guilted into doing that because I made a vent post about my irrational feelings that I know full well on an intellectual level are not reflecting an objective reality, because other people do not deserve to feel personally responsible for the bullshit my brain pulls on me.

[the-illiterate-pirate]

This was been in my drafts for MONTHS. Literally. You can tell how old it is by the first paragraph. Anyway! Hope you like it :) Here's Jobin porn

Hard Lovin' Man

Contrary to the title this is pretty fluffy. Notes include: NSFW, fem!reader soft sex mmm my favorite not betaread sorry for typos and yeah that's about it

Jobin was prone to staying up late in his beetle room. At this point you've gotten use to falling asleep most nights without him, cold and yearning for his warm body to lul you to sleep. Not to say that you hated him for spending so much time in that claustrophobic room, every good relationship needed space from time to time right?... But maybe he could've spent his time in there earlier in the afternoon.

It was nearing winter, it was cold and you were shaking and barely able to drift to sleep. You teetered on unconsciousness and reality for a while by yourself until the creak of the door to your room fell on your ear. Your heart couldn't help but skip a beat at the sound. That meant Jobin was here, maybe about to get ready for bed? Would you finally be able fall back into the arms of your lover once again?

He called your name softly, you twisted around just enough to show you were awake and said his name back. "Jobin? Are you coming to bed?"

You could just make out his face from the halo of light behind him. He had a tired smirk on his lips, his eyelids dropping heavily over his crystal blue eyes, "Yeah... Decided I spent long enough in my room, I wanted to join you in here." A smile found its way on to your face just before you twisted back into your original sleep position.

"Took you long enough." You snickered under your breath, snuggling deeper into the pillow cuddled between your arms. Jobin found his way underneath the blankets, wearing nothing but his boxers like he usually would. His hands found their way to your hips and without a moments hesitation they pulled your back into his chest with nothing but a squeak coming from your mouth. A jolt of heat found its way into your body, his hands warmed your chilled bones while his lips peppered kisses into your collarbone. Like getting a heated blanket thrown over you, Jobin melted into you, keeping the cold away. "Oh, you poor thing." He crooned in your ear, feeling the cold skin with his pretty lips. "You're freezing. Have I been leaving you in here all by yourself like this?"

"You have been." You confirmed while snuggling into his chest. "Really, shame on you, Jobin. Leaving me here to waste away, alone. No one to cuddle."

"Aw, you poor thing." The way he said it sent a shiver down your spine. One of those warm hands of his traveled down to your thighs, softly conducting heat between them in more then one way. He continued to kiss you, murmuring in your ear how terrible he felt. You stayed silent in his arms, quietly soaking in his praise and warmth, thinking Yes. Feel bad for me.

"How could I ever make it up to you?"

BINGO.

Finally, you allowed him to see your face, turning around to get an eye full of his bare chest and the pretty scars running down his face and his wet, plump lips, sore from all the secret hickeys he was hiding on your neck. You gave him a cheeky grin, and Jobin suddenly felt like he was in terrible trouble. "I do have an idea," You whispered into his lips, pulling him into a languid kiss, feeling his hot tongue push against yours once you were able to open his mouth. Your body pressed into his, hands running across his lithe muscles and the hair on the back of his neck. He followed with you, gently pressing you back down into the covers and getting on top of you, an elbow above your head to keep him from falling and the other rubbing your waist from underneath your shirt. Between hot kisses Jobin whispered this into your mouth, "Why don't I show you how sorry I really am?"

A new thrill went down your spine. You nodded your head unable to hide your glee. He continued to kiss you harshly, lips never leaving yours as his hands pulled down the sleep wear on your lower half, panties included. Jobin felt you shiver in his arms once your wet heat was touched by the cold night and he held you tighter. His fingers moved down to play with your core, spreading your slick everywhere and fucking you with his fingers to help you accommodate for his impressive length. He swallowed your moans without complaint, and only pulled away once he was sure you were ready for more.

He bulled down his striped briefs and revealed his gorgeous cock, he pumped it into his wet fist, giving you quite the show from underneath him. You moaned in appreciation at the sight of him, watching him with drooping eyes and a hand pulling off your shirt.

"You tired sweetie?" He asked after getting back on top of you, bare chest pressing into your breasts.

"Mm, just a lil'." You sigh, breathing in his smell and burrowing into his neck. "Still wanna do it."

"Just lay back, I'll take care of you." His kissed the crown of your head while he softly entered you. You stayed wrapped around him, hands playing with his hair, legs crossed behind his back to keep Jobin close. You both moaned in each other's mouths, feeling every crevice of each other's bodies. Jobin's cock wasn't allowed to leave you while he slowly humped against your core.

"Fuck." He sighed. "So good. So good for me." He left sloppy kisses anywhere his lips could reach. "Such a pretty wife I have... So perfect."

"J-Jobin–!" You cry into your pillow once his cock head rammed against something inside you to make you see stars. You caught the evil grin on his lips once he heard you moan.

Jobin's hands moved lower from your rear to your thighs. "I'm going to go faster. Is that okay?"

"Please, Jobin." He kissed away the light tears dusting your eye, hushing away your quiet whines. Your legs were untangled from his back and pushed against your chest. You missed his warmth, but he assured you he would make it up to you.

In the new position Jobin got to piston his dick quicker inside you. Without his lips you were forced to cover your mouth with your own hands, as not to wake up anyone in the house.

His new pace became unbearable on your insides. The new position let his cock ram deeper inside of you, leaving you gasping for air and cumming hard on his length. The sudden constructing of you walls around his dick made Jobin freeze. He moaned and cuddled closer to you, appreciating the feeling of being inside you.

"Cumming so soon?" He laughed in your ear and lightly pulled away to see your eyes. You lightly hit him on the chest, embarrassed and looking away. He just laughed a little more and took your hand to kiss it. "I'm almost done... Afterwards we can cuddle, sound good?"

It did sound good. Cuddling with your husband was always the best.

He picked up his pace again. He was unforgiving, not gentle at all. The force of every thrust sent a shockwave back into your body, making your eyes roll shut. He breathed heavy in your ear, every breath hitching with every thrust inside of you. It didn't take too much longer until you get Jobin cum inside of you, filling you up with thick ropes of his spend.

He liked to collapse on top of you, nuzzling his heavy head into the crook your your shoulder, occasionally leaving soft kisses on your sticky skin. It gave you the opportunity to hold him close, run your hands through his hair and up his back, feeling every inch of his warm skin. He was like a nice, warm, weighted blanket, only for you.

He hummed into your neck lightly, lifting up his head a little to lazily kiss your lips. "So good... Such a good girl for me." The little praise made you feel airy and bubbly while he attacked you with more kisses, and of course you kissed him back with just as much fervence.

"Wanna go clean up?"

"No, let's stay like this. We can clean up tomorrow morning." He nodded along, collapsing back on top of you.

"Wanna shower before breakfast?"

"Together?"

You felt Jobin smile childishly into your neck. "Sounds like a plan."