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the interesting thing about alien: romulus is how the original alien movie was about how one of the most terrifying things for a man would be the loss of bodily autonomy akin to pregnancy with an alien gestating inside of you and eventually being born from you in a way that kills you (which CAN happen with human pregnancy) and then alien: romulus decided to bring it all the way back around and said what if a woman was pregnant and wanted the baby but instead accidentally turned it into a humanoid alien parasite that she had to give birth to and while she survived the birth she was eventually killed by her own alien child when all she wanted was for her baby to see the sun
#anyway i hated the ending of alien romulus if you couldnât tell#i thought the alien baby was totally unnecessary#genuinely the worst part of thr whole movie#but also i understand theyâre a big horror franchise and want to keep doing something different and subversive and Bigger#i just think it was a terrible idea#and was a weird misogynistic backtracking from the idea of the original film#also i just HATE birth and pregnancy in media itâs something that really squicks me out#and i was like oh cool they made it Worse#anyway iâve been thinking about this for WEEKS
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Good lord this tomb is full of shitposts đłđł pt 1/pt 2
#sorry for the mercy/augustine sex jumpscare but i rly do think they have terrible sex every like. 200 years#they're like âOh this Sucks I'm never doing this Againâ and then hundreds of years pass and they get bored and they're like hmmm#maybe. it wasn't THAT bad.#the idea of bitching and complaining during sex is too funny to me#also my magnus design is pure indulgence#i just wanted to sexualise that old man. and he ended up looking like varric dragon age đđ#also also i gave Pal the fancy swoopy glasses that elphaba wears in the wicked trailer cos i think they're cool#okay now i gotta do some actual tagging#the locked tomb#tlt#gideon the ninth#gtn#harrow the ninth#htn#gideon nav#harrowhark nonagesimus#harrow nonagesimus#griddlehark#ianthe tridentarius#ianthe the third#mercymorn the first#augustine the first#palamedes sextus#palamedes the sixth#abigail pent#magnus quinn#john gaius#tlt shitposting#oh and i haven't finished Nona. i paused my reading because i found out there isn't a release date for the next book so I'm like#i need to make this last. i gotta ration this book out (<-stupid)
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I'm tired, found that post on pinterest and felt silly. Enjoy
(Designs heavily inspired by @chloesimaginationthings)
#Man I think i used to ship Henry and William#I think#I have terrible memory#and i was part of an entire different fnaf(fanfic) series#henry x william#is that the tag?#Fnaf#fnaf fanart#doddle#Again i just felt silly#Dsaf#reference#i have 0 idea about the Vegas ending but i think its so funny#just me being silly#WallyLake doodles#wallylake art#my art
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i think katsuki just answers his phone by barking out, "bakugou." no hello, probably doesn't even look at the caller id LOL when he hears it's you, though, i think he breathes out the tension he didn't realize was coiled in his shoulders, and says a lil, "hey," đ„șđ„ș
and i think when he calls you, and you answer with your sweet, "helloooo ??" he is so soft đ just mumbles out a quiet, "what'chu doin'?" and listens as you tell him, before saying what he needed to đ
#okay one bkg thought and then i am going to bed hehe#i need him terribly i fear đ#pls just the idea of him huddling in a corner so no one can hear him đ„ș as he speaks softly to you đ„ș#and even if he calls to tell you somethingâhe always asks what you're doing đ„ș#and listens đ„ș and engages đ„ș#i also dont think he says goodbye LOL#he just says 'alright' and hangs up LOL#or he says 'alright love you' hang up#why does this make me so insane for him idk idk#âż thoughts: bakugou#âż theme: domestic bakugou
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Thoughts of you
#phoenix wright#miles edgeworth#narumitsu#wrightworth#ace attorney#fan art#aa#pressed to say this is ship art because its really just im obsessed with them art#HOWEVER. the idea WAS that these are a series of instances where they were thinking of each other and/or depictions of those memories#also if you look at it theyâre supposed to sort of surround one another#leftmost phoenix is surrounded by miles and likewise the rightmost miles is surrounded by phoenix#not perfectly exectuted but not terribly done either#surprising no one i love the yawny phoenix bc 1 i relate but 2 i love him with morning shadow like HOMF#when i say they make me insane i mean i did this in less than 48 hours#no brain head full of narumitsu#rendevok
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So insane reading about Kev's skills from the perspective of someone who'd played with him before his hand was broken. Like yes Neil was obsessed with him and yes he knew he played differently with his right than his leftâbut reading it from JEAN'S perspective?? Life changing stuff. When he said the Ravens' defense forgot what Kev was like before he switched hands? I lost my mind.
#he made fools of the defensive line#FOOLS#that whole game was insane from Jean's perspective#one of my fav parts of tsc#he was seriously gagged#and so was i#even tho i knew what was going to happen#tsc#the sunshine court#all for the game#aftg#aftg tsc#jean moreau#kevin day#neil josten#kevin is so fucking good at exy and i think sometimes i don't appreciate that enough#also neil staying on riko the whole time was crazy#like jean being like âthat's a terrible idea why would they do thatâ#and then realizing just how fucking fast neil is#it changed my brain chemistry#can you tell i like outsider povs?
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So no Marina?!?!
#my art#splatoon#side order#splatoon spoilers#agent 8#pearlina#my current theory is marina did an oopsie and shes the one who made this world#and thats why it doesnt seem like shes a companion this game#because shes like a secret (accidental) antagonist whos high off digital godhood or smth#she just wanted a perfect world with her pearlie where nothing changes and theyre together forever đ„șđ„șđ„ș is that so evil?#anyway im terrible at predicting the plot of these games lol but its a fun idea regardless#i just think marina not being shown is just SO COOL like..... girl what did you do..
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they probably haven't said anything because the response video still needs some animations and some edits
#watcher#not to be a bitch but ajshjksjsh#just. the more i think about all the more of a terrible idea this was#and look i'm making fun of them but i genuinely hope they understand why this is not going well#and im gonna say it again. i dont think they are evil capitalistic monsters#i think they are creatives shooting for the stars in terms of their content with no idea how to sustain that#and how they are (not) handling this shows that unfortunately#my post
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day 1821 - half a decade!
redraw of day 1, 364, and 1000, but with a twist - now it's also my frogsona :D
for now i'll be taking a (maybe permanent) break for at least the rest of the year! see you in 2025!
previous versions for comparison below!
#amphibian#frog#frogsona#self#actaully i used a toad for reference i like their shape most#so i guess my frogsona is technically a toad (which is just a more specific frog but. you know)#also i cannot stress enough everyone has been so kind throughout the years it's been a pleasure to know my art has brightened your days :)#ok one funny thing is#i've been looking through the old art reminiscing. seeeing if i can pick a favorite per 100 days (the art is sorted in folders of 100 each)#and every single folder i look through i can't pick a favorite because i like so many of them#and every tsingle folder i think to myself 'oh that was a good 100 days there's lots of great ones'#even the earliest days where my anatomy was pretty terrible and my style was so different from what i like now. it's sitll great#it feels really great to be able to look back at my art and think that :)#and my favorites range from ones that are technically skilled to just cute or funny ideas#i think it's a good reminder to myself that art doesn't have to be perfect to be good :)#another important thing im realizing is a majority of my favorites are the ones that tell a story or joke in some way#a scene and/or background do SO MUCH for my own enjoyment of my art#even just some shapes and color in the background elevate it imo
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Pairing: Yuuta Okkotsu x Female Reader
Word Count: 5K (I feel like I should apologize but if youâve seen my other works, this is considered super short Iâm being fr rn)
Summary: Yuuta is your new neighbor, and everyone loves him because of his sweet and kind personality. He has a crush on you, but youâre a married woman, so you canât reciprocate his feelings the same way. But when your husband starts cheating on you, you canât help but turn to him for comfort.
Content Warnings: alcohol, swearing, adultery/cheating, age gap (Yuuta is in his early twenties, reader is almost in her thirties), unprotected sex, also Yuuta going down the yandere route at the end I'm not playing so if it's not your cup of tea don't read
A/N: wrote this in one sitting after aleks @yuutito said something about yuuta and older woman that rewired my brain (how dare she went to sleep after casually telling me this like I wasn't going to just just sit there thinking about *redacted*-ing this ver of him in 124352 different positions). i was supposed to be watching my kids playing in my backyard but i wrote this instead. pls don't call child support. this is also supposed to be a drabble đ€Ą đ« i was going to send it to her on discord but a few people were asking if i was dead (girl, only on the inside lol) cause i haven't posted in a while so hi everyone guess who came back from the war (i'll go through my inbox asap i promise ily)
P.S: don't use your brain when you read this cause i certainly didn't use mine when i wrote this only my dick
Yuuta Okkotsu is your new neighbor.Â
He lives across the street, and youâre not close to him, not yet. Heâs younger than you, much younger than youâa fresh graduate from a reputable university whoâs lucky enough to be able to work from home. He doesnât go out much, but heâs friendly, always leaving good impressions around the neighborhood. Everyone knows Yuuta. Everyone loves Yuuta.Â
The first time you asked about him, purely out of curiosity, was when you greeted your neighbor next door, an older woman living alone ever since her late husband passed. She just got home from, what you assumed, another trip to the clinic. You saw him stepping down from her porch after making sure she was okay and bidding her with a polite bow. You traded smiles with him, but he didnât stop for a conversation. You just saw his face turn scarlet at the sight of you, and he dropped a quick âHelloâ before he bolted.
âWho was that?â you asked.
âOh, heâs our sweet neighbor Yuuta.â
âSweet neighbor Yuuta,â you laughed a little. âHe just moved here like three days ago, and everyone calls him that.â
âBecause itâs true!â
âUh-huh, and what did he do that was so sweet to you?â
âHeâs helped me with my choresâwashing the dishes, bathing my cat, mowing my backyard. He saw me having trouble crossing the street yesterday, so he offered to take me to the clinic today. Such a sweet boy, that man. Very handsome, too.â
That last part you could agree with. Instantly.Â
You see Yuuta occasionally, always by coincidence, like maybe in the morning when you leave the house to put out your trash or grab a newspaper. He always seems like heâs eager to strike up a conversation but gives up before he can, simply because his heart canât take it. You know he has a crush on you; itâs clear as day. Heâs young, and heâs in love. Itâs cute. But youâre married and committed, so thatâs that.Â
You meet him more frequently when he starts going to the same local supermarket. You bumped into him in one of the aisles, with him approaching you first because he saw you struggling to get that ketchup bottle on the top shelf. Heâs so polite, and heâs, indeed, very sweet, especially to the elderly, always taking his time to humor them when nobody else seems to pay them any attention. He grabbed the bottle for you, and you ended up chatting with him while waiting in line. He offered to help carry your groceries, and you were thankful because you werenât sure you could bring everything alone. He walked you to your car, bade you good night, and told you to take care.Â
Heâs your sweet neighbor Yuuta.Â
Things havenât been going well with your husband. Itâs fight after fight after fight. At first, your relationship became so strained because you couldnât conceive even after two years of marriage. The truth is, you donât want to have a baby, not too soon, not when you still want to focus on living your life, but he wants it terribly, and if you want your marriage to work out, thereâs no other choice but to try. Youâre somehow glad that the universe seemed to work in your favor, at least for now.
Youâre unsure if itâs your fault or hisâyou donât have the money or time to get yourself tested. Nevertheless, he kept trying, turning your sex life into a string of dull experiments, one after another. It didnât come as a surprise that after a while, he gave up. What did come as a surprise was when he started cheating.Â
You have reasons to back your assumptions from all the evidence youâve found along the way. The lipstick stain on his shirt, the hint of female perfume in his car, the way he never left his phone out of reach, terrified of you looking into it. Itâs enough.Â
Itâs Friday night. Your husband wonât be home until late. Still got a bunch of stuff to do at work, he said, which is another way of saying, I got my secretary sucking my dick since you barely even bother anymore. Which is true.
Youâre tired of him. Youâre tired of having sex with him where he only cares about him cumming inside you and nothing more. Youâre so tired of fighting. And now that he's cheating on you, you grow too tired to care. About him. About your marriage. About everything.
So, you head down to a bar one night just to distract yourself. And there he is again. Yuuta. Sitting by himself, watching a football game on the big screen with a beer bottle in hand. He looks rather⊠lonely, a new face that makes your heart twitch a bit. His solemn look makes him more gorgeous in a way, more mature, more mysterious, and girls love that, donât they? A slightly dangerous aura to a very sweet face, unapproachable yet inviting.
But that doesnât last too long because the moment he sees you, his face brightens entirely. He smiles, standing up from his seat to greet you, and you meet him halfway. You end up chatting all night. Heâs a fantastic listener, and heâs so kind and thoughtful with each word, comforting you the way you need the most. Itâs embarrassing that you nag about your husband like this, but he seems genuinely interested in helping you convey your emotions, and you just canât stop. It feels so liberating.
Yuuta buys you your favorite drink but also reminds you not to get too much alcohol in your system. You begin to trust him, knowing for certain he wonât take any advantage of you. He walks you home right after. Itâs true that he lives right across your house, but he makes sure you get inside safely. He leaves only after he sees you close and lock the door behind you. You spy on him from the window, wanting to see what he does after youâre gone. You see him rubbing a hand over his face, flushed from ears to neck, looking extremely happy that he got to spend time with you.Â
Heâs so cute, you think to yourself. Like a high school lovesick boy, kind of cute.
Yuuta then notices your husbandâs missing car, meaning that youâre alone in the house. He looks sad on your behalf, which is so kind of him to think about your feelings that much. Then he turns upset, as if he was thinking, how dare he stay out so late, leaving her without protection like this. Looking visibly worried, he then texts you, âLet me know if you need anything, okay? My door is open for you anytime.â You smile and promptly reply to him with, âThatâs so kind of you, thank you.âÂ
Heâs your sweet neighbor Yuuta.
These friendly sorts of private meetings between you and him go on for a while. Your husband often arrives late, usually drunk out of his mind or too tired to stay for a chat, and he heads straight to bed without even giving you a goodnight kiss. It hurts, but itâs fine. The more your husband breaks your heart, the harder Yuuta will try to mend it and make it whole again. And he did. Every night, when youâre lucky enough to see him, youâll feel like a heavy weight is lifted from your chest. You feel⊠happy, even in this terrible situation, and itâs all because of him.Â
You usually hang out with him at the bar, but sometimes you donât feel like going for a ten-minute drive, and you choose to just cross the road and knock your fist against his door. No matter what hour you visit, day or night, for a morning latte or evening tea, he always greets you with the prettiest smile.
Heâs your sweet neighbor Yuuta.
Weeks passed by, and now you spend most of your free time chatting with him, sitting on the couch in his living room, and talking about yourself more than you ever did with your husband. He likes listening to you talk about yourself, and he tells you that you shine so brightly when you talk about the things youâre passionate about. He always stammers out his praises, looking like heâs seconds away from combusting into flames just from calling you beautiful or something. Heâs so young, so inexperienced yet passionate when it comes to love and romance, and it shows.
You ask questions about himself, too, and you can understand why itâs addicting for him to watch you speak, because the second he does that, heâs breathtaking.Â
You find out that he likes the things you like, heâs watched the movies youâve seen, and heâs read your favorite books. Itâs not just a coincidence, is it? Maybe youâre a match made in heaven. But even so, nothing happens. Heâs too respectful, and he makes you respect yourself. Youâre married, and heâs a close friend of yours. Thatâs it.
Heâs just your sweet neighbor Yuuta.
One morning, you find a bouquet sitting on your porch. Oh, right, todayâs our anniversary. Your husband has this habit of sending you your favorite flowers on your anniversary. He does this every year, which is nice of him, but you really didnât think heâd send you one this year, seeing how he barely exchanged more than three sentences with you. So now that you receive his flowers, youâre beginning to think, oh, maybe heâs trying to fix things between us. Youâre not sure if you want that, though, not anymore. Most of your heart already belongs to someone else, which is terrible since youâre married, but you canât help it.Â
You pick up the flowers anyway; too pretty to be thrown away. You open the card attached to it. I will love you forever, it says, written in his handwriting. The way he wrote the letter f is a little different. Looks like he wrote in a rush, you presume. Either that, or he just didn't care enough. And itâs whatever; you didnât expect much anyway. You appreciate the thought until your eyes land on the name he wrote.
Thatâs not my fucking name.
He must have sent flowers to his secretary at the same time and had his card switched. That fucking cheater.
You thought you didnât care about him anymore, but God, now youâre livid.
Yuuta shows up at the perfect place and at the perfect time. He invites you over to have dinner together at his place. âJ-just, you know, as friends,â he says, unconsciously giving you the confirmation that he does not think of you as a friend. Not at all.
So you come over in a beautiful red dress later that evening, and he stares at you, completely in awe, for a good three seconds. âYou, ummââ He blushes madly, his head so full of steam he could barely think. âYou look like⊠like a goddess.â
âThank you,â you simper. That was so corny for him to say, but he meant every word, which makes it endearing. âYou look amazing, too.â And he is. God, he looks so handsome in his black buttoned-down shirt, and his parted hair, and his sweet, sweet smile.
I want to fuck the shit out of him.
Itâs the monster inside you who speaks it. The part of you thatâs been neglected for so long, thatâs never been touched in the way you wanted to. And itâs screaming, begging for Yuuta to love you.
But no. Weâre friends. Weâre just friends, arenât we, Yuuta?
Yuuta cooks, too, apparently. Every dish looks fucking delicious, and everything else is perfect. The table setting decorated with your favorite flowers. The scented candles with your favorite fragrance set up romantically on top of the cozy fireplace. The soft music playing in the background, a piano instrumental of your favorite song. Itâs like a date. A celebration. Like something you shouldâve had with your husband today.
âYou did all of this on purpose, didnât you?â
âHmm?â
You gesture to your surroundings. âWeâve read the same books and watched the same movies. Okay, fine, maybe we have the same taste. But this song, those flowers, everything youâve set up in this room, you did all of these for me, didnât you?â
He pauses before he tucks his chin, avoiding your gaze. âI just⊠wanted to make you happy,â he confesses bashfully. âIs it⊠Is it too much? Do you not like it?â
âYuuta, of course, I love it.â You stroke his arm, washing his worry away. âI just⊠Iâve never had someone care about me this much beforeâŠâ
He melts under your touch, and thereâs so much he wants to say, but his lips form nothing but a sad smile. He caresses your face with tender hand, his fingertips quivering slightly when they land on your cheek. His heart must be beating like crazy right now, you smile to yourself, leaning further into his touch to soothe him.
âI would do this every day for you if you let me,â he whispers, promise behind each word. âI would make you happy, so happy youâd forget what sadness feels like. What loneliness feels like.â
That stirs something inside your chest. âAnd what do you want in return for that?â You slide up a hand, testing his limit.
He stops your hand by covering it with his own. For a second, just for a brief second, he emits a different feeling. Thereâs intensity behind his gaze that burns you as if he wanted you all to himself. And thatâs understandable. No man, especially one whoâs so desperately in love like him, would want to share his woman with someone else, but he knows the situation theyâre in, doesnât he? Itâs just not possible for you to be together, not now, not completely. Maybe thatâs why he switches back in a blink, smiling until his eyes crinkle adorably. âNothing,â he answers. âAs long as we can be friends like this, itâs more than enough for me.â
Heâs a terrible liar, you think, slightly amused. Itâs cute how he tries so hard to conceal his feelings and you still can read him like an open book.
The food tastes as amazing as it looks, even down to the last bite. You donât talk about the bouquet, afraid that youâll ruin the mood, but Yuuta is always so attentive when it comes to you. He asks you what happened, and he hugs you the second he sees tears brimming in your eyes. Youâre not sad. Youâre fucking angry. And thank God Yuuta is there to let you vent your frustrations. You go as far as telling him almost every little shitty thing your husband did to you behind your back, as well as the slutty secretary thatâs been sleeping with him for money. It feels relieving to finally say their names out loud, with so much hatred, so much rage, and to have Yuuta respond with, âNo matter how pretty she is, sheâs nothing compared to you. Your husband doesnât deserve you. If I were him, I wouldâveââ he stops himself, just in time, flustered and mortified under your gaze.
Youâre older. Youâre older than him by eight, no, nine years even. You know whatâs going to happen if you encourage him to say the words heâs been dying to say. You know what itâs going to do to your relationship. But fuck that. If there were one man in this world who knew how to treat you like you deserveâŠ
Itâs your sweet neighbor Yuuta.
So, by the time the two of you move to the couch with some wine in your system, you lean forward, letting your fingers trace the protruding vein on the back of his hand. His eyes widen at the way your dress does very little to hide your cleavage, but he averts his gaze right away, being the gentleman that he is. But tonight, you want him to be the opposite of that. You donât want him to be sweet; you want him to let his desire win. Thereâs a monster hiding inside him, something much more terrible than your own. You sometimes caught its glimpse when he thought you werenât looking his way. The amount of obsession that fogged his eyes, his fixation over you, turning his sapphire blue eyes so dark, so deep, so intense, like he wanted to have you locked up in his room, tied up and used and thoroughly fucked until you found no strength to stand and no will to escape. It shouldâve been a scary thought, but it wasnât. It was⊠exciting.
âI want to hear it, YuuâŠâ Seduction lays thickly in your voice as you lay a gentle hand on his cheek, guiding his eyes back to you. You stare up at him from underneath your lashes with this look in your eyes that makes his breath hitch in his throat. âIf you were my husbandâŠâ You wet your lip, your tongue a sinful dance to his eyes. âWhat would you do to make me feelâŠâ You purposely drop your gaze to his lips, letting him catch your message. ââŠloved?â
You watch him gulp, goosebumps breaking on his skin. You watch his eyes fall to see the way you rub your thumb over the bumps on his knuckles. You watch them turn half-lidded as they linger a second too long on your lips. And you watch him break all control he has over himself, and you let him devour you the way youâve been wanting him to.
Heâs your sweet neighbor Yuuta.
And he tastes even sweeter with your cum on his tongue.
Itâs happening too fast, yet it feels like itâs not going fast enough. He starts by holding you by the face, slotting his lips against yours, passionate and gentle at the same time. He pulls away for a moment to see your reaction, and when you kiss him back, he lets out this sinful moan that causes your stomach to churn.
Heâs so fucking sexy. Even without trying, he is.Â
In the next second, heâs eating you out on the couch, spreading your legs, and kneeling on the floor with his head trapped between your thighs, wanting to get as much of you as you can give him. When his tongue circles your clit, and heâs moaning against your heat, it feels so good you almost run away, not used to experiencing this much pleasure. Itâs scary how easily he plays with your body. How fast he can tell which part of yours likes to be licked, which ones want to be sucked, and which ones want to be fucked. He moves agonizingly slow, but each touch feels so right that you find no reason to complain. Heâs sure to take his time with you, to make you feel loved in the way a wife should be when her husband makes love to her.
He takes hold of your thighs, holding you tight, but you want it even tighter to the point of leaving bruises all over your skin so you can show them to your husband later. His gaze is intense, constantly keeping his eyes on you. Your expression turns him on, making him ache so bad within the constraints of his pants that his eyes turn watery, desperate for release. Heâs too ashamed to ask you to touch him, and maybe he doesnât want to be touched, not yet, he just wants to focus on pleasuring you for now. So he keeps sucking your clit into his mouth, and he slides one hand into his own jeans to grip his cock tightly. He fucks his fist as fast as he fucks your hole with his tongue, groaning, whining, whimpering against your cunt. Heâs pathetic. You love it.
You push him down to the carpeted floor after you drench his mouth and chin with your juice, and you push his fingers, coated with his own cum, into your mouth. He curses once at the sight, and itâs so sexy when he does it. After all this time hearing him talk so softly, so innocently, hearing a low, âFuck, you're making me lose my mind,â tumbling off his lips is such a fucking turn-on.Â
You tear yourself away from your dress before you rip open the buttons of his shirt, not caring if the two of you are in the middle of his living room, visible for anyone to see if they dare take a peek through the window. You wish the light in the room were brighter. It wouldâve been a lovely show for your husband if he came home to see you riding another manâs cock, using Yuuta to your own satisfaction, and watching him make you cum the way he couldnât.Â
Yuuta, oblivious to your thoughts, is gasping out your name, one arm hiding his beet-red face while his other one is gripping your thigh. âW-wait,â he flinches, his breathing tattered. âYouâre goingâtoo fastââ
You know you are, but itâs so good that you canât stop. His cock rubs your walls so deliciously as if it was made solely for this purpose. You cum so fast, so hard, and he follows almost right away, unable to hold it even longer when he sees you looking like that when you cummed.Â
Your body is still trembling when he suddenly lifts you off his cock and guides you to his face. âRide me again,â he says, begging. âPlease, Angel, I want to taste you again.â And you do, sitting on his face and letting him lick, suck, and lap at everything that seeps out of you.
Heâs staring at your swollen clit, licking his lips and seemingly dazed as he rubs his thumb softly over it. âIâm sorry I came inside you,â he says, genuinely feeling guilty about it despite you giving him permission to.
You shiver, still feeling so sensitive for receiving so much stimulation at once. âItâs okay. I canât get pregnant anyway,â you laugh it off. âI havenât gotten myself checked yet, but weâve been trying for two years, and nothing has happened yet, soâŠâ
His gaze darkens. âI see,â is the only thing he utters before he scoops you in his arms, carrying you to the bedroom. Youâre surprised; you really thought that was it. Both of you came twice already in, like, fifteen minutes. Thatâs enough, isnât it? But heâs still young, and he has a lot of energy that leaves him insatiable. If you let him, heâll have you for the entire night.
Itâs not a bad thing, not at all.
So you kneel in front of him on the bed, bite the corner of your lip to drive him even more insane, and stroke him slowly with your hand. âYou still want to fuck me?â
âYes,â he breathes out, the muscles in his abdomens tautening. âYes, Maâam, pleaseâŠâ
Maâam? You almost laugh. How does he keep getting cuter and cuter?
âOkay.â You reward him with a little kiss on the head of his cock, robbing a soft whimper out of his mouth. Lying down on the bed, you spread your legs, sliding two fingers down your body to do the same to your cunt. âCome here and love me again, Yuu.â
He obliges in a split second. Yuuta has so much love to give, and he lets his mouth, his tongue, and his cock paint a perfect picture on your body.
Everything feels like heaven until he suddenly stops in the middle of thrusting his hips, earning himself an impatient whine. His blue eyes have lost their warm, pretty light. Theyâre as dark as the night, but lust and greed are the perfect colors for him. He sits on his knees, resting your ankles on his shoulders, breathing heavily.Â
âYuuta?â
Heâs not listening, too captivated by the way his tip slides in and out so easily. Youâre so fucking wet for him; itâs embarrassing, but Yuuta would take a picture of you like this in a heartbeat, with your wedding ring still wrapped around your finger and his cock sheathed deep inside you, should you allow him to.
He splays his hand over your stomach, giving a little pressure to your womb. You squirm, suddenly feeling like you no longer have control over anything, over him, not like the way you did before. Itâs frightening and thrilling at the same time. âYuuta, what are youââ Your jaw turns slack at the sensation when he thrusts inside, just once, just to see how far it goes within your walls. Heâs so hard and thick and throbbing that you could practically feel him poking from inside of your stomach. And perhaps heâs thinking the same thing, his eyes glistening when he feels a bulge forming under his palm. He swallows. He looks⊠hungry.
âYou said you couldnât get pregnant,â he says, running a tongue across his lower lip, his eyes still fixated on the way youâre taking him so well, all stretched out and tight around him. âYou know what I think?â He pulls himself out completely, shivers in his breath. âI think youâre wrong.â He slams his hips forward so abruptly, and with so much force, you have one hand shooting past your head to keep a safe distance away from the headboard.Â
âYuutaââ You gasp out, struggling to match his rhythm. âWaitââ
He only smiles a little, chuckles a little. Heâs so far gone. He leans forward until youâre pressed chest to chest, folding you in half before he laces his fingers together with yours. âI think you can get pregnant.â He moves closer to your ear, whispering with his lips caressing your lobe, âAnd Iâm going to show you how.â
He fucks the breaths out of you, swallowing each cry with his mouth, embracing you so tightly you can feel his heart beating against yours. âIâm sorry,â he pants, âIt hurts, doesnât it? Iââ Heâs interrupted with a low groan, feeling you clenching around him.ââreally am sorryââ He smashes his lips against yours, smothering you with his kisses, too. âI know Iâm being too rough, but I can'tââ He has one hand gripping the top of his headboard, giving him more support to drive his hips even deeper. âI canâtâstopââ He fucks you again, and again, harder each time until you find yourself unable to make sounds. âYouâre so good... You feel so good around me... My angelâŠâ Youâre being folded, handled, trapped, and he fucks you until youâre drained, until youâre filled, until heâs spent. "I'm sorry... I'm sorry... Just a little bit more..." He kisses your forehead and your cheek to soothe you down, cradling your head as he buries his face in the crook of your neck. His hips start to move erratically. âDonât ever leave me⊠I will love you forever, soâah, Godââ He chokes out a sob when he feels you spasming around him again, reeling in another wave of orgasm that hit you so intensely, you see white.
It takes him a little over an hour until he finally lets you go. For now, at least.
But once he gives you a chance to breathe, he cleans you up so gently, dabbing a warm towel over your skin, peppering kisses as soft as butterfly wings down your back, your thighs, your chest, before ending his journey at your stomach. He rubs the supple flesh of your belly and smiles, completely satisfied after giving you his everything. And it scares you a little bit because⊠You might really end up getting pregnant this time.
âI have to go before he comes home,â you say, feeling your body ache terribly when you try to raise yourself off the bed. Theyâre not shown vividly yet, but there will be bruises in the morning in places youâre not sure you can cover.Â
Yuuta hugs you from the side when you barely have one foot on the floor, whispering against the bare skin of your hip, âIâm not letting you go.â
It makes you happy. You feel so wanted, so loved, even after all the affection he gave you all night. The truth is, you donât want to leave. Ever. To walk into your own home after experiencing what heaven feels like⊠It would be torturous.
âI wish I could stay with you, too.â
âYou do?â He looks up with big, round eyes, hope residing in each one of them. âWould you stay with me forever?â
âIf I could,â you reply and itâs true. God, if only you could stay forever with him, let him love you this way, forever. That would be perfect, wouldn't it?
âThat makes me happyâŠâ He takes both of your hands, kissing you on each wrist before he does the same to your palms. âThat makes me so happyâŠâÂ
It tickles, so you laugh a little. He makes the same sweet sound, the sound of a boy in love.Â
âI really need to go, thoughâŠâ You whisper, hypnotized when he starts pushing your digit past his lips. Itâs warm and wet inside his mouth, waking up the butterflies in your stomach. He keeps his eyes on you, looking so sensual as he sucks around your finger, enveloping it from base to tip. âYuutaâŠâ
âI understand.â He pulls away, ending it with a kiss. He seems disheartened, his smile doesn't shine as bright anymore and it hurts you. "I guess you left me with no choice."
"I'm sorry."
"It's okay." He returns your embrace, just one more time before you have to let him go. âCan you turn around for me, please? I want to give you something,â he softly smiles. âA present. It will be quick, I promise.âÂ
You do as he says, excited at the thought of it. What will he give you? Knowing him and how he went through so much effort to prepare a dinner for two friends, you just know it would be something incredibly romantic. Yuuta kisses your nape, open-mouthed and lingering. You nibble on your lip to suppress your moan as he trails his lips from between your shoulder blades down to your spine.Â
âYuuta,â you sigh, squeezing your thighs together. Youâre aching for him again, and itâs dangerous. Your husband can come anytime soon. âI know what you want, and really, I wish I could stay,â you say from the bottom of your heart, looking over your shoulder to see him, and youâre immediately answered by a kiss. He presses his chest to your spine, one hand cupping half of your neck and your jaw to keep you in place so he can deepen the kiss. His mouth moves with fervor, filling you up with desire, and if it werenât for the sound of your husbandâs car moving into your driveway, you wouldâve let him take you there for another hour or two.
âI need to leave. Now.â You break away to gather your clothes quickly. Except you canât.
You canât move your hands.
Robbed out of your balance, you fall face-first to the floor. Your breath catches, your heart plummeting to your stomach when you realize you have your hands tied behind your back. You feel something rough grazing against your skin. Thereâs a rope ensnaring your wrists together, and itâs digging painfully into your flesh every time you struggle to break free.Â
Panic rises quickly to your chest. You look up, your body froze with terror at the sight of him smiling at you.Â
Heâs not your sweet neighbor Yuuta. Not anymore.
This is the monster you caught a glimpse of before, in full form. His handsome features suddenly feel unrecognizable, not when you can no longer witness the warmth in his eyes.
What is happening? You breathe fast, frightened beyond your mind. Why is he doing this?
âI told you Iâm not letting you go,â he says, walking slowly toward you. With every step he takes, your urge to escape grows bigger.
The second the dread sinks in, you part your lips to scream for help, but he clasps a hand over your mouth just in time. âSshh shhh shhh,â he whispers, bringing you back to your feet. âWe wouldnât want your husband to find out, would we?âÂ
You try to kick and toss your body around, but heâs strong, much stronger than you could ever imagine him to be. From your peripheral vision, you see him taking out a syringe from a drawer behind him, fitted with a hollow needle to inject the clear liquid into your skin. You feel your heart pounding in your throat, your scream muffled as he sinks it into your skin. âThere, there. Off you go, honey,â he whispers in your ear, as you begin to lose your will to fight. Your consciousness slowly wanes away with each second passing by. âIâm so sorry, Sweetheart. Itâs only scary at the beginning, I promise.â He tosses the syringe away, now empty. âOh, I almost forgot to ask. Did you like the card I gave you?â
The card? What card?
Oh.
Oh, no.
âIâm sorry for tricking you like that,â he says with a little pout. âTruly, I am. I didnât want to lie to you, but I had to do something to push you over the edge. I knew you liked me too from the start, but you wouldnât make the first move. You kept staying faithful even when your husband was cheating on you like that. I admire you for that,â he sighs, utterly smitten by you, but only for a second before his tone drops. âBut I was getting impatient, you see. And I knew you were, too. I watched your favorite movies. I read your favorite books. I learned everything about you and did everything you liked, but you still wouldnât leave your husband for me. So you left me with no choice. I have to make you understand,â he slides his hand up your stomach, passing the valley between your breasts before he chooses to linger there, squeezing, teasing, pleasing. âThat no one can touch you like I do. No one can love you like I do.â
You can feel him kissing your neck, licking a stripe up from your collarbone to the spot below your ear. âIt was quite tricky copying his handwriting like that. Thereâs one letter I still canât do very well even now. But it was enough to trick you, so I think everythingâs fine in the end,â he chuckles, the sound filling your chest with horror, though you could barely register it now, not with the drug flowing in your system.
âYou asked me what I would do to make you feel loved if I were your husband.â He carries you closer to the window, letting you see, with all the little power you have left, your husband closing the door of his car. Yuuta embraces you from behind, his hands tangled around your waist as he lets you rest your head on his shoulder. âIâm gonna show it to you.â You watch your husband make his way to your porch, oblivious to whatâs happening in the dark room across the street. âIâm gonna love you, Angel. I will love you forever. With all my heart. And Iâm gonna take my time. Iâll be so thorough with you that once Iâm done, you wonât be able to spend a second of your life without me.âÂ
Your husband closes his front door, and with it goes your last chance of escaping, if there was even one.
You start losing strength in your legs, in your arms, but youâre still able to cry, and so you do just that. It wonât help you, nothing will help you, no one will help you, and no one will know what heâs doing to you, not when everyone thinks so fondly of him.Â
âOh, Sweetheart, donât cry.â He kisses your tears away, landing an even softer one on your temple. âDonât be afraid of me, my love. After all, itâs just me.â He meets your eyes in the reflection of his window, smiling with his hand holding the front of your neck.
âYour sweet neighbor Yuuta.â
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#yuta okkotsu x reader#okkotsu yuta x reader#yuta x reader#jjk x reader#yuuta okkotsu x reader#okkotsu yuuta x reader#jjk fics#i was this close đ€ at naming this My Sweet Neighbor Yuuta but that's so cringe and predictable#and while that IS who i am#let me be mature for a second lsdkfad#couldn't come up with a title so there you go#wait what if i just shorten it to MSNY lol#terrible idea people would think i was writing about misogyny#untitled it is#kana.fics#wait i can use it in the tags tho#kana.MSNY#i swear i don't support it guys
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thinking now abt how one of the first things Anya says in the entire game is (paraphrasing) how she doesnt beleive people are their worst actions.
how she says that to Jimmy, of all fucking people.
like, ik in context shes referring to why Curly would have crashed the ship. but like. just thinking on that after the game being completed/watching a play of it gives you. a lot to think on.
#mouthwashing#anya mouthwashing#jimmy mouthwashing#curly mouthwashing#captain curly#nurse anya#jimmy#like. i understand the desire to un-person somebody who did horrible things.#i too wish to explode jimmy for the things he did.#but like. we get to have a distance from the events of the game that anya just does not#we know how terrible jimmy is by the end of the game and how giving that guy any grace. is not a good idea to put it mildly.#but i dont think i can blame her for wanting to give others the humanity she was denied
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no one asked but this is the post that inspired this! thank u immensely for the luv <3 number 1 comment was wondering what steveâs bids were & from his pov, so without further ado...enjoy â part one here!
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Begrudgingly, Eddie has to admit that Robin might be right.
Itâs impossible not to be looking for the bids since he brought them up to her. Even though Eddie was fully expecting to tell Robin to suck it, maybe even wager what little money he had against this working out, Eddie canât help but watch for them in every interaction. And fuck, sheâs right.
Theyâre little, but theyâre there.
The first one Eddie wouldâve missed if he wasnât looking for it. Actually, thatâs a lie; Eddie does miss it, until Robin points it out, the nosy bitch. Itâs minuscule and honestly, it just seems like Steve asking his opinion â which friends do all the time! Itâs why Eddie brushes right over it.
âOkay, be honest,â Steve had said, walking and talking as he entered the living room where Robin and Eddie were sprawled across the couches. They were both waiting on him, the three of them set on heading out to the drive-in to catch a film.
Eddie canât fathom why Steve felt the need to change his outfit for it, but when he returns, he gets it. Itâs not quite the usual polo Eddie had grown to like on Steve, this one hanging a little looser, the colour a bit darker than Steveâs usual choice, the sleeves a little shorter â almost midway to a muscle tee.
Steveâs fingers fiddle with the distressed collar of the shirt, smoothing invisible wrinkles and fussing over nothing. He swishes back his floppy hair with a flick of his head. âItâs a new shirt, I know itâs a little different - but what do we think?â
He says we but heâs looking at Eddie.
Eddie, who has taken to trying to reel in his gawp because what the fuck Steve? Itâs like heâs well aware of what drives Eddie insane and has specifically leaned into it. Some evil goblin in Eddieâs brain whispers think how good heâd look in your shirt and he squashes it, giving a visible twitch to shut down that train of thought.
From the other couch, Robin clears her throat loudly and smiles sweetly at her best friend. âIt looks great, Steve.â
Itâs sincere and Steveâs mouth tugs up, nearly a smile but his gaze fast-tracks back to Eddie. Eddie nods in agreement, a bit sluggish from his distracting thoughts and god dammit, the extra exposed skin of Steveâs arms are so not helping. âYeah, looks... looks good, man.â
Steve smiles, lips pressed together but his shoulders curl in just a bit, deflating just a tad. From where Steve canât see her, Robin waves her hands wildly and catches Eddieâs attention. He watches as she gestures wildly and it takes a moment to realise whatâs she mouthing â âA bid! Thatâs a bid, you idiot!â
Oh fuck, Eddie thinks. Cos it totally was; the question, the focus on Eddie. He doesnât even think about the logistics of it, of the fact Robin was right, just jumps right into picking up the bid.
âYou trying a new style?â Eddie asks and then thanks whatever god invented the whole fake-it-to-you-make-it schtick because heâs feeling so far from casual or confident. âGoing metal on me, big boy?â
Eddie just manages to catch the grin that breaks across Steveâs face as he turns away, giving a scoff â it comes out too soft though, giving away his complete lack of annoyance. He pulls that usual Steve Harrington pose, hands sliding onto his hips, and screws his face into some melted smiley-grimace. âShut up, Munson.â
Eddie grins and goads on the blush thatâs beginning on Steveâs neck, a glorious tinged pink colour. âIf this shirt is any indication, youâd pull it off just fine.â
Eddie watches the blush climb higher as Steve ignores the comment, his smile still giving him away. He grabs his coat and pats down his jeans â ridiculous tight acid wash jeans that Eddie hates heâs somehow become attracted to â ensuring he has his keys and wallet. Once assured, he looks up at his two friends again, brows raised, and says, âReady to rock and roll?â
That comment alone has Eddie seriously reconsidering his type in men.
Thereâs only a brief moment to talk about it when Eddie and Robin cajole Steve into going and getting them both popcorn to get a moment alone. Steve had scoffed, face twitching in the way it did whenever he tried to hold back a bitchy comment, but he still stomped off in the direction of the snack stand.
The moment heâs out of earshot, both voices explode in the back of Eddieâs van.
âWhat did I sayââ
âJesus H Christ, you were rightââ
âLiterally how many times do I haveââ
âOh my god, you were rightââ
â âbefore you realise Iâm alwaysââ
âRobin.â He cuts her off, hands landing on her shoulders. Robin eyes them warily, lips still parted from how her rant had been cut off. âRobin, Iâm gonna kill you.â
âWhat?â Robinâs nose scrunches up. âWhat the hell are youââ
âOh Christ, I canât believe- how long have you noticed those bids?â Eddieâs aware he sounds a bit estranged, eyes probably wide and it doesnât help when he softly shakes Robin back and forth. She lets herself be shaken, hair flying back in forth. âI canât believe you didnât tell me! You are such a bad gay friend!â
Robin smacks his hands off her shoulders with a frown, her freckly face perturbed at Eddieâs outburst. âDude, itâs not my fault! May I remind you that until very very recently you were seeing someone else? What difference would it have made?â
Eddie waves his hand, disregarding the point with a shake of his head. His unkempt curls cover his face and Eddie sweeps them back in one motion, âWhat difference would it have made? Oh my, Jesusââ
Whatever long-winded sentence Eddie was about to spit out is lost by the sound of Steveâs approaching footsteps, effectively shutting both of them up.
Eddie flings himself to the other side of the van, putting an unusual amount of distance between Robin and him like they were being caught doing something they shouldnât.
Robin frowns at him and gestures wildly with her hands in a way that means what the fuck man? Eddie gestures back, though heâs not entirely sure what his fast hand motions are supposed to mean when Steve rounds the door.
Heâs got two buckets of popcorn tucked under each arm and Eddie quickly crosses his arms, tucking his hands into his armpits like his stupid hand motions will somehow give him away.Â
Steve looks up, stopping just a way from the edge of the van, and looks at the pair of them. His eyes track from Robin still sitting on one of the old cushions and looking two seconds from burying her face in her hands, across to Eddie. He huffs a laugh and kneels on the edge of the van.
âI know heâs gross Robin,â He begins, tone light, as he holds out one of the buckets for Robin to take. âBut câmon, is the distance really necessary?â
Robin snickers as Eddie makes an appalled noise, both of which make Steve smirk. He holds out the other for Eddie to take and Eddie snatches it, glaring at him over the buttery rim for his comment. Then takes a handful and shovels it in because he canât think of a witty comment to retaliate. Steve crawls into the van and plops himself between them with a content sigh.
âSee? Gross.â He teases, shoving his hand into Eddieâs popcorn bucket to grab a handful. Eddie scowls and chews a little faster when the flavour on his tongue seems to register in his brain.
His eyes stare at the popcorn bucket as he chews, then swallows â up the front of the van, the radio thatâs tuned into the correct frequency begins playing the opening credits song as the screen changes. Silence sweeps across the drive-in but despite the sudden hush, Eddie has no qualms about breaking it.
âSweet nâ salty flavour?â He asks Steve, only half attempting a whisper. Robin shushes him instantly, her focus already on the movie thatâs beginning. Steve smiles, looking a bit sheepish beneath the glow of the drive-in screen, but he nods.
âI know you like it.â He whispers with a small shrug of his shoulders. Like it wasnât a big deal. Fuck, Eddie thinks again and hastily feeds himself another handful of popcorn before he says anything majorly stupid in response to that, like: Oh, amazing- have you noticed the big fat crush I have on you as well?
He doesnât even need to look at Robin to know sheâs smiling, smug as ever.
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Steve, God bless his oblivious little heart, doesnât even realise heâs doing it.
Steve likes Eddie. Eddie isâ god, Eddie is different but heâs good.
Heâs this strange amalgamation of traits that Steve canât comprehend how they fit together in one body or how Eddie manages to pull it all off completely charmingly.
Heâs loud, he says rude things, heâs fucking dorky, and far too sweet on the kids â he likes to tease Steve, and yet somehow, when Eddie calls him âpretty boyâ, Steve knows heâs not actually making fun of him.
Steve likes Eddie, likes his boyishly endearing charm, likes his touchiness towards Steve that no other boy his age is like, likes his messy curls and his âholier than thouâ attitude about metal music even though Steve doesnât get it, like at all. And fuck, Steve really wants Eddie to like him.
It reminds him faintly of when he first started working alongside Robin at Scoops. That thought tickles in the back of his mind, something along the lines of how he had wanted Robin to like him for other reasons, but he doesnât delve into it.
To Steve, itâs simple: he just wants Eddie to like him.
After the night at the drive-in, between Eddie acting strangely skittish and Robin giving more amused snorts than usual, Steve knows something is up.
He knows they must have discussed something when they sent him on popcorn duty, the bastards. He tries his best to not feel left out; god knows Robin and he have more than a dozen secrets theyâve sworn not to tell anyone but each other.
Besides, Steve trusts Robin to come and tell him if he really needs to know, even if it does worry him a bit. He bites down his anxious thoughts, even trying for a moment to see if thereâs a pattern heâs been missing.
That train of thought gets derailed when Steve recalls instead Eddieâs delightful reaction to his new shirt â that Steve definitely hadnât bought for that specific reason.
Even though Robin had given him that look when heâd first shown it to her â her bright eyes had narrowed, her smile turning a little more coy, and Steve had felt his ears get a little hotter. She hadnât said anything though, just suggested that he should wear it tomorrow night when they were going out with Eddie.
God, he was glad she suggested it.
Rewinding over Eddieâs parted lips, the way his brown eyes had drank in the details as they trailed up his body and lingered on his armsâ Steve had the sudden thought to flex the muscle, just to elicit some reaction, but it had gone out the window at Eddieâs original dismal reaction.
âYeah, looks... looks good, manâ. Said all aloof, like he hadnât really thought it. It was like bursting a balloon hidden behind Steveâs ribs, one he wasnât even aware was there until it was deflating pathetically, making his shoulders sag.
Thenâ âYou trying a new style? Going metal on me, big boy?â And dammit, itâs like Eddie had clocked exactly what calling him âbig boyâ had done the first time in the Winnebago.
Eddie had then grinned, done another once over of the new shirt, even as Steve pretended to search for his keys and wallet while saying something snarky to try to cover up the heat crawling up his neck. Yet, Steve found himself smiling too because, fuck yes, Eddie liked it too.
But, apparently, whatever Eddie and Robin had discussed wasnât considered important enough because Robin never brought it up.
The thought and worry about it melt away in Steveâs mind until the memory of that night is about Eddieâs compliment, about his cat-like grin over the popcorn bucket, and how he had leaned over to whisper every bad joke into Steveâs ear all through the movie.
Some of them had been down-right filthy jokes which Eddie only seemed to enjoy more when Steve screwed his face up and nudged Eddie in the ribs, yet unable to hide his smile.
After the third vulgar joke and subsequent nudge, Steve had chided âdudeâ with a poorly hidden grin. Eddie, smile all cheeky, had nudged him back with a âdudeâ of his own.
Which, of course, ensued a nudge competition til Robin had given a shush that librarians all over the world would be jealous of. But Steve didnât even care because he and Eddie were arm to arm, pressed close together and EddieâŠdidnât move. Stayed close, like he wanted the closeness the same way Steve did.
Steve only remembers the strange drive-in moment when Robin brings it up finally, on one interesting Saturday night.
Itâs not the usual routine; itâs not very often that the whole group gets together to share drinks and get rowdy.
But it was for Robinâs birthday and sheâd been persuasive enough to get even the introverts, like Jonathan, to come along. Though, she was aware heâd probably spend the night on a pool lounger, stoned to high heaven. Whatever floats your boat, sheâd said, happy for the company in any form.
Thereâs enough of them there that it almost resembles some sort of partyâ and makes Steve try not to think about the last small party he threw here. He can tell Nancy notices it too, eyeing the pool a bit too long in a way heâs very familiar with, then taking a swig of beer.
So, Steve heckles them inside â doing a fantastic mothering impression as he waves the group indoors with a promise of pizza, and that has both Jonathan and Argyle perking up and beginning a fast discussion on the best pizza toppings.
Eddie makes a fuss, because of course he does, and moans terribly when Steve tries to roll him off the pool lounger heâs on. Heâs had a bit of a joint and some beer, and Steveâs learned that he gets adorably stubborn after some substances.
âStevie, this is mean,â he had pouted, gripping the edges of the lounger and staring up at Steve with those big brown eyes. âYou telling me I did all that bonding with you for nothing? Canât even lounge by the pool! Iâve got a couch at homeeeee.â
Steve had sent him an amused look of disbelief, hands on his hips after his first round of flicks against Eddieâs arm were apparently fruitless to get him to move. âReally? Didnât peg you for a gold-digger, Eds.â
Eddie had snorted at that, one hand coming to slap over his mouth. Steve couldnât quite hear what he had said but the words pegging and anytime slipped through and Steve thinks he could get the gist of that.
âOh for Christâs sake,â Steve muttered, feeling the tips of his ears turn warm. He didnât know how Eddie could be such a menaceâ or why he enjoyed it so much when he was. Steve waved a hand in the direction of the doors, ignoring Eddieâs delighted snickering. âIf you go inside now, you can be on music, alright?â
And that had finally got them all indoors, Eddie whooping and skedaddling through the doors in an instant, with a call of âno take backsies!â echoing behind him.
Inside was much cozier, the whole group a little more connected when squished up on the couches together. Eddie had taken Steveâs word and was jamming a cassette into one of the speakers when Steve made it back inside after scouting around the pool for leftover cans and butts to throw out.
Heâs just been thinking about what playful jab he could make at Eddieâs music, like Eddie always did to him when Robin hollered at him from the kitchen.
âSteve!â Sheâd yelled excitedly and he come to find her quick, brows raised as he entered the kitchen. She was grinning, already a bit jumpy as she got when she had a bit of liquor â but apparently not enough because when Steve saw what sheâd called him in for, sheâd announced, âTequila shots!â
Which lead to now. A hazy combination of beer, tequila, and a bit of weed, and Steve is feeling good. Robin had managed to hijack the music not too long ago, with a hiccup of âitâs my birthdayâ that had Eddie surrendering with a pout.
Sheâd since put on a bit of everything: some Blondie for Nance, Talking Heads for Jonathan, and some Bowie, just so she and Steve could dance along to âMagic Danceâ and she could do all the silly little goblin voices that made them both cackle.
Steve realised at some point that Robin was playing their mixtape, the one sheâd made for driving in the morning, and nearly tripped stumbling over to her in his excitement. He grabbed her shoulders, not too hard, and squeezed.
âIs it- is this our mixtape?â Steve asked, words slurring only a bit. Robin gleamed, hair bouncing with her excited nod.
âYes!â She was already dancing, even though the tape was between songs â because she knew what song was coming. âItâs Springsteen time, Steve!â
Right as the drums to Born to Run filtered out the speaker.
And oh, Steve loves Robin so much. He loves having a best friend that knows his favourite song and gets jittery and excited because she knows itâs about to playâ that she put it on this mix for him.
âYouâre my best friend!â Steve says, the words bursting out like he canât control them. He doesnât even feel embarrassed, just happy, just drunk, and overwhelming happy to be able to have this.
And even though Robin knows this, she still beams, feet dancing along and just begins to sing along with the song, âIn the days, we sweat it out on the streets of a runaway American dreamâŠâ
Itâs a brazen drunken performance from the both of them. Steveâs chest is heaving after just one chorus that heâs pretty sure he put his whole soul into and heâs so fucking happy âand it feels like pure instinct to seek out Eddie, his eyes scouring the room for him.
Eddieâs leaned up against the wall, hiding his smile behind a can and Steve doesnât think twice about itâ doesnât think about why heâs so drawn to Eddie, why he wants to include him in this happiness â just extends his hand out and grins.
Eddie sees the bid coming this time.
Part Three.
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yes i saw all ur lovely tags and MAYBE cried about it. but thats none of ur business.
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#OBLIVIOUS STEVE IS MY FAVOURITE!!!!#idiots in love#they're so important to me ur honour#on god am i gonna make them KISS#but steve's gotta figure it out first lol#ruby writes steddie#steddie#steddie ficlet#i think i can call it a fic now lol each part is 3k+ i think#steddie fic#IF U WANTED TO BE TAGGED AND I DIDNT IM SORRY#lest i come off terribly egotistical i need direct instructions to tag lmao#even then i tagged sum people that just said 'can't wait for part 2!' which? isn't?#I DUNNO#i went off vibes someone said they were vibrating so i was like get over here the next part is here#one of these tags is just a steddie blog i love.... and they reblogged part 1#corrodedcoughin <3 i love u hehe#the stobin bestie love SHINES in this#i love them so much they are BEST FRIENDS!!!#if u have any ideas... i do love reading the tags and seeing what people want to see next ! im fuckin making it up as i go lol
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extremely funny how my mother is constantly trying to get me to enter into local writing contests. i write pornography online for freaks, maâam. iâm not qualified to write adventure stories.
#she has absolutely zero idea of what my actual writing strengths are. she just assumes that âgood at writingâ means good at all writing.#i can describe dicks. iâm terrible at action sequences. iâm good at everything that happens around actions sequences though. which is mostl#fucking.#the closest thing ive ever written to an adventure story is probably the nick tomb raider thing where he gets tentaclefucked. so. you know.#i dont think my local library wants that as a contestant.
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Tigerstar takes in the RiverClan Rejects (again)
! click the gif for quality that doesnât suck
#THIS IS SO FUNNY TO ME . THIS IS THE THIRD TIME HES TAKEN IN EXILED RIVERCLAN CATS#why does this keep happening#I had this idea in my head ever since the blurb for ivypoolâs heart deopped I just havenât had the chance to do it til now#anyway . I think Duskfur would be guilty abt everything that has happened#she let frostpaw be exiled + invalidated her trauma omly to be like haha you were right granddaughter#not to mention both her kids just going evil??#so I added some grandmother guilt <3#and some frostpaw and Nightheart being friends because I will remeber them forever#once again gif quality seeks to kill me⊠looks terrible no matter what on iPad but ok when clicked on phone. Hope itâs alright#ivypoolâs heart spoilers#ivypoolâs heart#a starless clan spoilers#a starless clan#asc spoilers#warriors#warrior cats#cw blood#Duskfur#tigerheartstar#Tigerstar 2#Tigerheart#animation#Mothwing#icewing#frostpaw#Nightheart#sunbeam#illustration#meme#comic
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Congrats on 300đ & thank you for your fics
Sooo many prompts that itâs hard to choose, but these spoke to me, but whatever inspires you most:)
Carmy x reader
â say you want me, and iâm yours. â
â you look like you were jealous. â
â thereâs so many things i wanna do to you. â
Hi, Anon! Thank you for reading đđ„ș
I chose â thereâs so many things i wanna do to youâ for a established relationship Carmy x Reader phone sex moment đ I hope you like it!
"Hey."
"Carmy," you replied sweetly. You had rushed to call him as soon as you read his text. are u awake? "Can't sleep?"
He let out a sigh. "Long day."
"Bad day?" you asked.
"Busy. And everyone was acting like a fucking asshole, even me. Especially me," he confessed. In the background you could hear the tattletale crack of aluminum foil and plastic as he popped some chewing gum.
"Trying to quit smoking again?"
"Always," he mumbled.
"Are you actually trying to quit for your palate and whatever or are you avoiding Richie?"
"What do you mean?" he replied a little defensively.
"Well, you usually talk with him during your smoke breaks. And... I don't know, he understands you. Maybe you don't want that right now," you guessed.
There was a long silence as Carmy took in what you said.
"How do you do that?" he asked abruptly.
"Do what?"
"See through all my bullshit," he explained. "I didn't even- I mean holidays are the worst and he'll definitely talk about Mikey at some point and how I didn't come home enough-" he paused. "I just don't want to feel like that again, you know?"
"Maybe talking with him can help," you said. "Maybe he feels like shit about it too. You both miss him, right?"
"Yeah..."
"You can't avoid him forever, Carm."
"I know," you heard him sigh. "Fuck, I miss you."
"Miss you too, baby," you replied softly, lying back on the bed of your childhood bedroom. "It's only a few more days."
"Are you having a nice time?" he asked gently.
"Yeah, it's, uh... Holidays with family are always a little weird, right?" you shrugged. "Got you a present, by the way."
"Yeah?" you could hear his smile.
"Yeah. Top secret," you giggled. "I also bought lingerie on discount - I don't know if that counts as a present for you or for me."
"Fuck," Carmy sighed again. "I already said I miss you. You don't need to say shit like that."
"There's a long weekend coming up," you appeased him. "We can make up for lost time."
"There's so many things I wanna do to you," he rasped.
"Yeah?" you tried to hide just how flustered his voice was making you. "What kind of things?"
"Fuck, baby..."
You could picture him laying on the couch, head over the armrest, blushing.
"Come on, I want to know," you encouraged him, you could only hear static for a little while. "It'll be fun. Like a wishlist but sexy," you teased. "I can touch myself while you tell me."
He coughed - you had taken him by surprise. You had surprised yourself too to be honest, but it was exciting and oddly liberating to only listen to him, the way his voice and breathing betrayed his emotions.
"You're going to kill me one of these days," he said after he recovered from his coughing fit.
"You don't sound too upset about it," you commented. You didn't pressure him - if he wanted to forget the whole thing, you'd let him.
He took a deep inhale. "I- uh- I wanna eat you out."
You let out a shaky exhale, a familiar warmth in your belly as you thought of Carmy between your legs.
"How?"
"I want you to sit on my face..." he said.
"Fuck, Carmy," you inhaled sharply, your free hand going into your underwear, touching your folds and finding them damp already. "I would love that. Fuck. Your tongue always feels so good on me."
"The way you taste. Fuck," he panted. Was he touching himself too? "I always end up with my face covered in you. My chin, my nose..."
"I love when your nose- Fuck, I think about it for days. Just your pretty nose making me shake and moan," it was so easy to tell him embarrassing truths when your fingers were playing with your clit, making you roll your eyes.
"Jesus," Carmy groaned. Oh, he was definitely touching himself. "I'll make you cum like that. I want your thighs shaking around my face. I want to hold you with both hands while you ride me, use me."
"Fuck," you moaned, your pussy clenching once around your middle finger, the heel of your hand pressing on your clit.
"What do you want, baby? What do you want to do to me?" there was an urgency to his voice. You liked him like that, a little needy.
"I want to touch your cock, make you feel good with my hands-" you said, putting a second finger inside you and moaning.
"Yeah," he was breathing heavily into the speaker.
"I want you to beg for it, Carm," you confessed. "I want to make you feel so fucking good and stop right before you cum. Just keep going until you can't take it anymore."
"Holy shit," he gasped. "And then? After I beg?"
You started fucking into your hand, writhing on the bedsheets.
"After you beg, I'll give it to you," you said simply, hearing as Carmy groaned lewdly. "Let you fuck me however you want, as hard as you want. You can cum as long as you cum inside me."
"Shiiiiit," he keened and the sound took you right over the edge, pussy fluttering around your fingers as he let out low grunts. You pictured him, face red and hair sweaty, eyes glazed and8 breathing heavy, ropes of cum painting his stomach. You sighed, feeling electricity all over, a gentle warmth caressing your skin.
"Fuck," Carmy exhaled on the other side of the line. "You meant that?"
"Yeah," you let out a nervous laugh. "You?"
"Yeah," he replied.
"I think we have our weekend planned out, then."
#controversial opinion but i think it's overall better healthier and sexier when carmy smokes#cancer bad - terrible even - but my mans blood pressure's through the roof i just know it; if his lungs don't give out his heart def will#guess edging him would be a bad idea too huh... oh well if he has to go some way đ€·đ»ââïž#carmy x reader#carmen berzatto x reader#carmy berzatto x reader#carmen berzatto fanfiction#carmy berzatto x you#carmy x you#carmy berzatto smut#carmy berzatto fanfiction#zorrasuciasweet300
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list of things that make one a Zionist: holding the political belief that Jews have a right to a unilaterally âJewish stateâ as a political entity (medinat yisrael) in Palestine and also have the right to the mechanisms to maintain the âJewishnessâ of that state and arguably to defend it over time. Many Zionists are not Jewish.
list of things that do not automatically make one a Zionist: being Jewish. Having Jewish friends. Condemning Hamas. Condemning antisemitism. Acknowledging antisemitism exists. Speaking modern Hebrew. Being Israeli. Having an Israeli passport. Living in Israel. Visiting Israel. Making hummus. Eating falafel while Jewish. Using the words âtziyonâ and âyerushalayim.â Going to a temple with âyisraelâ in the name. Using the phrases âam yisraelâ âHaaretz yisraelâ âklal yisraelâ and âahavat yisrael.â Being just soooo sketchy and Jewish. Wearing those funny little hats. Wearing one of those funny little stars thatâs even on the flag!!!! Playing funny little songs. Being Jewish
#I donât think enough people clock what a terrible idea it is to conflate the two#But itâs blatantly clear that they will! And also that plenty of people are just saying Jews at this point with naming who they donât like
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