#i played for like 10 minutes. lost. and then stopped for a few hours. came back. beat him. and stopped

[absolutelyzoned]

i cant wait to fight v2 again...,, hhrrmnnhghghghhjhh..

[tonyspank]

CAUGHT

Warnings: G!P Reader, smut, almost getting caught

Summary: You really need to stop sneaking in through your girlfriends window.

A/N: end of the 1,000 follower special because i lost my complete draft of nasty & i hate shirt’s prologue so i have to rewrite it whenever i get the chance!

Sneaking into Tara's window was supposed to be a one time thing. She had texted you asking you to come over at midnight, and you had agreed. You had only meant to stay for a few minutes, but you ended up spending the whole night talking and laughing. You knew it was wrong, but it was worth it.

The second time you snuck through Tara's window was two days later. You had promised yourself it wouldn't happen again, but you couldn't help it. You found yourself returning to Tara's window again and again, until sneaking through her window became a regular occurrence. Soon, you discovered that the feeling of sneaking into Tara's room was not just thrilling, but comforting as well. You felt safe and secure in those late night visits, like you had a special secret between the two of you.

Sam was one protective sister and if she found out you had been sneaking through her window she would have been furious. Sam didn't even approve of you and Tara dating in the first place, so she would have been livid if she found out you were coming over late at night. She would have probably had some choice words to say, if not more. Sam was a force to be reckoned with and she wouldn't have let you get away with it. In fact, she would have likely put a stop to it immediately and made sure you never came back.

It's not like you snuck into Tara's room every single day, it was like a weekly thing to do. It felt nice to sleep next to each other even if it was for a couple of hours. You never stayed past midnight but it was enough to make you feel connected. It was a nice escape from reality.

This time, it was different. Tara didn't approach you on campus with a kiss like she usually does before asking you to sneak through her window. This time she texted you randomly at 10:18 PM. You had never seen her do that before, texting you so late. You were a bit worried, but you decided to text back and ask her what was going on.

tara <3 : can u come over

you : what's wrong?

tara <3 : please. just come over. my windows open

you : okay im omw, but is everything okay?

You pause your movements from grabbing your coat as your phone vibrates in your pocket. It's a voice message from Tara, you immediately click play, the audio playing in your right airpod. Your eyes nearly budge out of their sockets as you stare at your screen. Tara moans your name, and you can hear heavy breathing as she stutters out her message. You feel your cheeks flush with heat as you quickly shut off the message. You look around, glancing at a sleeping Chad and Ethan on the other side of your dorm room.

Forgetting about your jacket, you leave the dorm room in a hurry, almost tripping over Ethan's slides in the doorway. You take the stairs two at a time as you rush out the door, hoping to make a quick escape. As you step out into the fresh air, you walk as fast as you can to Tara's apartment, your heart pounding in your chest. You arrive at her window, opening it and calling out her name. She appears at the window, half naked, red cheeks, and a smile on her face.

"You're such a tea—" you're cut off by a pair of soft lips onto yours. You wrap your arms around her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin against yours. You pull back, looking into her eyes and she smiles, resting a hand on the side of your neck before pulling you into a more heated kiss.

You reluctantly break away, both of you breathing heavily. She looks into your eyes before gripping your white tee, trying to pull it off your body. You look around, knowing you should stop, but you can't help but smirk as you allow her to pull it off. She then moves to your Batman pajama pants, roughly pulling them down.

She moves back and looks at you with a sly smile, her eyes roaming your body. You laugh at her before taking her into her arms, your lips meeting in a passionate kiss as you both fall onto the bed. You savor the moment, feeling the warmth of her skin against yours, straddling the shorter girl.

She smiles against your lips before pushing you away gently, her hands running over your abs. You smile at the brunette under you, "What's got you so needy?" She blushes and looks away, biting her lip. "I guess I just want you," she whispers, her eyes finding yours again. You lean back down and kiss her deeply, letting her know without words how much you want her too.

She wraps her arms around your neck, pulling you closer. You can feel her heart beating faster in her chest, and you feel overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. Your lips leave hers, moving to attack her neck. She moans softly, her grip on you tightening. You can feel her trembling, and you know she's as lost in the moment as you are.

She pulls you even closer, her head thrown back in pleasure as you continue to explore her neck with your lips. You can feel her body trembling with anticipation, and you know you can't wait any longer.

You move your lips down to her chest, your hand moves her bra away desperately, your lips finding her hardening nipples. She gasps with pleasure as you slowly move your tongue over her nipples, teasing them into arousal. You can feel her body arching in response, her hands finding their way tangled in your hair.

You move lower, trailing kisses down her body, feeling her shudder beneath your touch. You reach her stomach, exploring her with your tongue as you make your way lower. Your hands find her hips, and you move your mouth to the place between her legs.

You feel her body tense, her breath coming in short gasps as your tongue caresses her. She murmurs softly, her pleasure evident in her voice. You move your hands to her thighs, feeling her trembling with anticipation as you continue your exploration.

"No," she gasps out. You pull away, confused. She takes a deep breath, trying to steady her breathing. She looks up at you, her eyes full of desire.

"I want your cock," she finally whispers, her voice full of need.

You smile, feeling triumphant as you pull down your underwear. She wraps her hand around your length, her touch gentle but sure. You lean in and kiss her, your tongues entwining in passion. You take her then, pushing her to heights of pleasure like she's never known before.

"Fuck." She mutters as you bottom out inside of her. You stay there for a moment, allowing her to savor the feeling before you move in and out of her in a steady, rhythmical motion. "You're so wet, Tara." You groan, gripping the pillow she rests her head on.

She throws her head back and moans in pleasure, her grip on you tightening. You can feel her muscles contracting around you, pulling you deeper into her. "Shit, shit, faster, fuck..." She screams in pleasure, her body trembling with every thrust which is harder and faster as she requested.

Tara's legs wrap around your waist, and her breathing becomes more labored as you push her closer and closer to the edge. She didn't exactly tell you Sam was home, but the idea of her being caught made her pleasure intensify. One of her hands leave your back, moving to hold your forearm as her eyes roll back in pleasure. "Oh my god...fuck, Y/N."

You let out a satisfied moan as her body shudders beneath yours. She reaches her peak before you do, her body going limp beneath you as she's filled with warmth and contentment. You lean down to kiss her softly slowing down your movements to help her ride out her high.

Sam sits up in her bed, her eyebrows furrowed as she swore she just heard the sound of moaning coming from down the hallway. But hearing it's silent, she lies back down, trying to fall back asleep. She listens for a few moments more, before deciding it was just her imagination. With a sigh, she turns over, trying to get comfortable enough to fall back asleep.

Until, she hears it again.

Tara's face is now buried in her pillow, her arms being pulled back behind her as your hips thrust into her relentlessly. She gasps in pleasure as her body moves with yours, pushing back into you with each thrust. A loud slap is heard throughout the room, followed by Tara's moans of pleasure. Her back arches as you build up to your climax, your movements becoming more and more frenzied.

You lean into Tara, letting go of her arms as you wrap a hand around her throat, pulling her back against your chest. She calls out your name as her body trembles, "Y/N...I'm about to cum..." You tighten your grip, pushing her closer to you as your other hand caresses her body. She gasps and her body quivers as you move your hand lower, and her breathing begins to deepen. "Me too, baby."

Sam angrily stomps through her apartment, her body subconsciously walking to Quinn's room. She stops in front of the door, noticing the moans still sound far away. This causes even more confusion in her brows, and she realizes it's coming from Tara's room. Her legs move even faster.

Sam slams open the door to Tara's room, only to find Tara asleep in her bed. Sam stands there, dumbfounded. She can't believe it was all a dream. She quietly closes the door and slowly walks back to her own room, her mind filled with confusion.

You let out a breath, moving from under the bed. "That was so fucking scary." You stand up and Tara watches you with a small smirk on her lips. "I wouldn't let Sam hurt you, baby. You know that." You roll your eyes at your girlfriend, grabbing your shirt to finish getting dressed. You then laugh, pulling your shirt over your head. "Suree..."

Tara pulls you in for a hug, her arms wrapping around your waist. You can feel the warmth of her embrace, and it immediately relaxes you. You press a kiss to her forehead, mumbling against it. "I'll see you tomorrow, love."

She squeezes you tight, before finally letting go. You take a few steps back, smiling at her before turning around and waving goodbye. Tara smiles back, waving as you leave through her window.

[ryiju-muunie]

Chocolate roses

18+ viewer discretion advised

fem!reader/toji fushiguro Warnings: aphrodisiac, divorced Toji, mama-guro POV, make-up sex, creampie, breeding kink, squirting, pussy eating, fingering, doggy style, nipple play, make out, fluff, a bit of angst, the reader is in her thirties and Toji is like forty :/ Word count: 4577 words DESC: Your ex-husband Toji shows up unannounced to surprise your kids after school! At 10 AM! And some things go down when he eats chocolate meant for a bachelorette party and not him.

PSA this is inspired by the lovely I Always Come Back by HXLTIC that I read at 3 AM. This is not proofread although my friend was reading along so we ball ^-^

When Toji Zenin showed up at your door, the first thing you wanted to do was slam it shut in his face. But… the father of your children? You couldn’t bear to do that to him. So instead you heard him out. 

“I wanted to surprise Tsumiki and Megumi when they came home from school,” was all your ex-husband said with a casual shrug of his shoulders. His shirt was black and too tight for his well-built body. That was one thing you missed, but it was too early to think about running your hands up his chest. 

Instead, you turned your head to the side to peer behind him on your porch. It was a sunny day and only 10:03 AM. School typically got out at 2:30 and knowing your kids they’d be doing all sorts of extracurriculars, pushing their arrival home back by another two hours. 

God! Why did he want to come so … early? It would be about four hours of pure torture with the man you once swore you’d devote your life to. But things were different. Your vows were broken on both ends and you weren’t proud to admit it but a lot of the fall of your marriage was your fault. You had decided to go back to work and force your husband to stay home and watch the kids. He didn’t mind he enjoyed spending his mornings watching little Gumi and Miki. 

But then you started coming home later and later, dodging his kisses and calls in favor of making money. You lost sight of your marriage and he left you for it. If you truly admitted to yourself, you missed him. You missed him so much. But how could you tell him that? It had been five years since your divorce and the last thing you could do was call him crying trying to mend it. 

Toji had his walls up and you didn’t blame him. If the roles were reversed you would’ve done the same thing. 

“I don’t know…” You trailed off, looking down at the oversized orange cardigan you had bought at a local shop a few years back, “They won’t be back until the mid-afternoon.” Your voice took an unsure tone and your hands took to mess with the ends of your knitted sweater.

Toji always liked that on you and you could tell he still did. While he had his walls up he didn’t exactly hide his gaze. It slowly trailed up your body but not in a sexual way this time. In more of a familiar way. You hadn’t stopped this long to talk to him in a few years. Every time you’d see each other you were too embarrassed to speak to him for more than a minute. I mean, your failed marriage was your fault, right?

“I think you’ve been avoiding me,” Toji rested one hand on the frame of the door and the other on the door itself, pushing it forward with one strong movement, “You don’t have to be embarrassed. It was almost six years ago, I’m over it.”

Your eyes narrowed. Was it that obvious on your face? Could he just read all the emotions coming off of you? All the shame and regret he didn’t get to see because you were too busy waving him off. 

Without saying anything else your ex-husband pushed past you and plopped himself down on your white couch, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it to the side. He stretched out his legs and arms without looking back at you. Instead, he was focused on the decorations. It had been so many years since he was invited inside. With every year more regret and shame built up in your mind, so you stopped inviting him inside. 

“Yeah just… make yourself at home,” you sighed, walking to pick up his jacket. But then you stopped yourself and let out a breath. If he said he was over it then the least you could do was make it less awkward. Offer him something to drink?

“Do you want something to drink? Tea or lemonade?” You raised an eyebrow, motioning to the open-concept kitchen you had opted for, which differed from the one you two used to share. 

The raven-haired male glanced over towards the kitchen and one-half of his mouth turned upwards in a lopsided smirk, “You have any beer?” 

You blinked a few times as the request registered in your mind, “Toji it’s almost 10:30.”

“Fine,” he waved a hand and stood up, walking straight past you as if he had owned and built the place himself. He strolled up to the fridge and opened it, tilting his head and narrowing his eyes at the limited options, “I’m kinda hungry too… you don’t mind do you?” 

With that, a smile appeared on your face. For once Toji wasn’t very tense and for once you weren’t either. Maybe he was really over it, or at least somewhat over it. Or… maybe he was trying to move past it and make amends. Maybe coming over today so early was his way of saying “It’s okay, let’s move on together.” It was mature of him, something you never thought you’d think about Toji. He was mature. 

He noticed your smile and nodded, taking that as a yes to the fact you didn’t mind. Maybe your relationship was going to change for the better. 

“I bought Megumi and Tsumiki some rollerskates,” you began turning and walking to sit back on the couch. You didn’t want to hover over your ex-husband and he could pick his food himself. Besides, it was nice to talk as if no time had passed. 

“Am I gonna have to teach them how to skate?” Toji asked, with his head stuck inside the fridge rummaging around. There had to be something in there that he would like. After you divorced you stopped buying the things he liked, so maybe he wouldn’t find anything after all. 

You thought for a moment before nodding, like he could see you, “I think it would be a good bonding activity.” As you spoke your ex-husband came and sat down a foot away from you on the opposite side of the couch. 

He was munching on something you hadn’t bothered to glance over to inspect. Well you didn’t mind, he was the father of your children so if he ate your snacks it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the entire world.

You two sat in silence for a moment. You grabbed the remote and opted to play an old show you were both familiar with but didn’t have the energy to fully commit to. The silence was nice. It was comforting to sit next to someone who you once loved. Well… you still did love him but he didn’t need to know that. It was nice to pretend that nothing had changed and you were back to normal. 

“These chocolates are weird…” Toji murmured, wiping his mouth with the back of his right hand. Then he got up to go to the sink and wash his hands. 

Chocolates? Well, there were only a few chocolates in the fridge. Some you got as a Valentine's Day gift from Megumi, then some you had bought for a bachelorette party. But those were hidden away in the butter container on a high shelf, so none of your kids found them.

The special chocolates had some aphrodisiacs in them and for some weird reason, the bride-to-be requested you brought them for her. Something about a last day of freedom. Whatever it was you shrugged and did so. The packaging said you were supposed to keep them refrigerated and then in twenty to thirty-five minutes they would work. 

“Were they good? Megumi picked them out for me,” you looked back at him as he washed his hands. There was a different aura about your ex-husband as he stood washing his hands. His body was stiff and his muscles looked a bit tense.

He glanced back at you with a faraway expression before nodding and swallowing visibly, “They tasted a little weird, but eh,” Toji shrugged and sat down on the couch again. This time, though, just a bit closer than before. He crossed one of his legs, in a manly way, resting his ankle on his knee and bouncing the resting leg.

“Weird? Were they expired?” You frowned and stared at the TV. You never understood the hype of 1990s sitcoms but it was something better than sitting in more silence. With good silence, you always needed something in the background.

Toji blinked a few times as his lips pressed into a firm line. He took a moment to respond with the muscles in his jaw tightening. His eyes darted back and forth between the girl and the man on TV before he replied, “...Yeah.”

You frowned but said nothing else. Hopefully, you didn’t food-poison him. The one time you had your ex-husband over and he got sick? How bad would that look? You shook your head and moved some hair back behind your ear to the best of your ability, trying not to stare. He looked… different. More focused on the TV like it was the most interesting thing in the world. 

Maybe ten minutes had passed before he broke the silence again, “Can we turn on a fan? I’m running hot,” was all he said, but it was different than before. His voice was low, husky, and rasped. When he turned to meet your worried gaze, you were met with a familiar stare. 

He was… horny. 

Your eyes widened at the sudden realization as to what chocolates he ate, and why they tasted so weird. You were married to him for almost a decade of course you knew the exact look and what it meant down to the way he looked at you through a thick row of eyelashes. You knew what that clenched jaw and tightened bicep meant. He was trying desperately not to make a move on someone he swore he was over. 

You turned away and nodded, standing up to turn on the fan from the knob on the wall. As you did so, you felt those eyes penetrating your back and burning holes deep into your skin. Five years of pent-up lust was coming out and being thrown your way. You swallowed and looked back at the wall. You had to say something. Toji probably already knew he had eaten something laced and he was probably mentally freaking out, as much as Toji Zenin could freak out. 

“Toji-” You couldn’t even get a word out before he hissed and threw his head back. 

“Don’t… speak, doll,” he spoke through gritted teeth, “I don’t think these were Gumi’s chocolates, huh?” Was the last thing he managed to say before he used his forearm to wipe off some sweat forming on his brow. 

Just from sitting there for almost twenty minutes, he had looked like he had run a marathon, drenched in sweat and now … panting like a damn dog. It was so attractive you didn’t know what to do. Of course, you still loved him, we’ve established that. You’d do anything to get back with him and get one more chance to prove you aren’t money-hungry. But you wanted to do it if he wanted it, and you wanted to do it if he asked. You couldn’t take advantage of him, even if seeing him this aroused made you wet.

“They’re laced from a bachelorette party,” you explained quietly, slowly inching your way back to the couch to sit as far away from him as possible.

“That why they were in the butter dish?” He asked, staring up at the ceiling with wide eyes. 

“Yes- did you seriously look through my butter dish?” A frown appeared on your lips before you shook your head, “Anyways. I’m really sorry. If you want you can go to the bathroom and … relieve yourself. I won’t judge.”

A few silent seconds passed before Toji moved his head to stare at you. It was pure lust, sure, but mixed into the lust was admiration. It was as if he was staring at you for the first time in a hundred years and seeing you for your soul. No one had looked at you like that, especially not Toji fucking Zenin. 

He blinked a few times and looked away, “Yeah… I should,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his head. Sweat marks lined his black shirt and you swore that they hadn’t been there before. 

“But,” a curious and sly expression came back to face you, “I’ve been missing you.”

You let out a breath, “That’s just the aphrodisiac talking.” 

He raised an eyebrow and moved his leg that had been crossed down to man spread a bit more than he had before. He was hard! Wow almost like we expected that, right audience? You glanced down at his bulge and for a moment you could picture exactly how it looked in your hands. But he cleared his throat and your eyes snapped back to your ex-husbands.

“So the aphro… whatever-s been making me miss you even before today?” 

He… missed you? Toji Zenin, the heartless man you managed to hurt… missed you? The man who divorced you because you cared more about money than your own family… missed you? 

That was the thing that made you realize you had completely soaked your underwear as you felt it uncomfortably cling deep into your cunt. You shifted around and pressed your lips together tightly. 

Of course, you missed him. Of course, you wanted him! Of course, you wanted your family back! 

“You miss me? Even after the shitty things I’ve done?” Your voice was barely above a whisper but you weren’t even sure he heard it over the throbbing of your heart. 

Your ex-husband nodded and looked down at his lap, “I haven’t been with anyone else in almost six years because I thought there’d be a chance you’d come back.” 

The puzzle clicked into your head and in that moment you felt like the most stupid person in the world. It wasn’t you who was waiting for the first move, but it was him. Toji, the one who was forward -the one who started your relationship by approaching you in that bar- wanted you to make the first move. And you were completely blind to see it. 

“I… was too scared to come back after treating you like that. I always thought if you wanted me back, you’d come back,” with that you laughed hollowly, but the laugh was cut short when you felt the couch's weight shift around. 

Within a second Toji was facing you then on top of you. His body hovered over yours with his face just watching you. It was completely different than the sex-hungry Toji you had married. Yeah you loved each other and you had romantic sex, but it wasn’t to this extent. He looked at you with five years' worth of lust and love. He hadn’t been with anyone since you, he hadn’t touched anyone, he hadn’t tasted anyone. Because… he was waiting for you. 

“I’ve been craving you, princess,” he whispered, “I haven’t been able to touch myself without thinking of you…” One of his hands slowly moved to your right side, cupping your waist and sliding to the top of your hip, “I should have never let you go.” 

You nodded slowly, letting one hand snake up to the back of his neck, “I want another chance. I want to make it better.”

Toj breathed out and a laugh followed suit. You had never seen him this incredibly desperate before. You had never seen him stare at you as if you were the only woman in the world and you never wanted it to stop. 

“Make it better and kiss me, doll,” was all he said before you did as he asked. Your lips melded together in a way that they hadn’t in several years. It was instant muscle memory, with his taste and his soft lips making your core ache for penetration. 

But it was different. He didn’t deepen the kiss at first, instead, he took his time to suck on your bottom lip. Toji wanted to taste you and savor you until there was nothing left to taste and savor. He wanted you to intoxicate him until he passed out. Even if he had never taken that aphrodisiac, his feelings would have never changed. Sure, they wouldn’t have been as sexual but where's the fun in that?

You felt a guttural moan pass your lips when he tilted his head to the right to deepen the kiss, and you heard him snicker. God you missed how cocky he would get and it seemed as if nothing had changed. His hands hadn’t changed either. They dipped into the hem of your sweatpants and traced the soft skin of your stomach. 

Toji had always loved how your stomach hung out of your body. It was a sign you had birthed two beautiful joys. And it was a sign you were capable of creating more joy with him and only him. He loved to bite and kiss every stretch mark and mole, every fiber of fat, even if he’d never say it out loud. 

Now he was too busy taking your mouth against his to speak about how beautiful your body was. One of his hands pulled down your sweatpants and the other pulled down your underwear. Your head was swimming from arousal you hadn’t noticed his hands pushing your legs open. But you did notice when he pulled away from your kiss. A trail of slobber dripped from his chin and onto your aching cunt. 

He knew exactly what you liked. I mean, you were married for almost ten years. He knew how delicate you wanted him to start, even if he’d groan and complain while doing it. Toji was always gentle when he began to stimulate your vulva. 

Two fingers ran down your slit before pulling back your lips and letting him use his tongue. Fuck, how you loved it when he fucked you with his long tongue. You didn’t know where he got that magical talent from but you weren’t complaining. Toji’s tongue slid from your clit down into your center, focussing on sliding his tongue back and forth against you. Your breath hitched at the sudden sensation. 

It didn’t take him long before he was circling back and sucking on your swollen clit. His mouth was made from gods and he used it to please you. Your hands trailed up your own body to grab onto one of your breasts. If he wasn’t going to stimulate your nipples then you were going to yourself. One hand slid underneath your cardigan to pinch the pink nub and roll it under your fingers. 

“Toji…mm-fu..fuck,” you breathed out, rolling your hips against his face which was completely stuffed into your pussy. Toji would tell you straight up he enjoyed eating you out for his pleasure, not anything else. Sure, he wanted you to cum, but he wanted to be able to taste you cum even more. 

He wanted to feel you squirt in his face and drink it up. Even if you thought it tasted bad he relished in it. And god did he miss this. He missed playing with your cunt until you were sore. He could just cum from eating you out and Toji was getting close. Just sinking in the tip of his cock in your folds at this rate would completely milk him. 

Toji pulled his face back to wipe off his mouth with the back of his hand, “Do you want me to fuck you… or would you prefer I make you squirt?” His voice was even more perfect than you could’ve remembered, and hearing it through your ringing ears made it more heavenly. 

“...Both,” you whispered, looking down at him with one eye closed and a smile pressed against your lips. 

He blinked a few times then grinned, “That’s my girl,” and he went nose-first into your center. It took him a few seconds to pry one hand from your thighs to pump inside you. At this point, you were accustomed to two fingers being the minimum for Toji, and that’s what he promised. 

Two fingers gently pushed inside of you but didn’t stay gentle for long. The last knuckle on his index and middle finger curled, followed by the second to create a motion he knew would touch your g-spot. Toji slowly moved them in and out, and in and out, and in and out. With each thrust of his hand, it got faster and you could feel a sensation rising in your lower body. 

Toji knew the only way to truly get you close was multiple ways of stimulation. So he’d typically eat you out, finger you, and massage your nipples. Thankfully you were taking care of your breasts which left your pussy to him. He ate you out like a starving man on death row whose last meal was something he hadn’t eaten in ten years with an endless supply. 

The sensation rising in your core hasn’t been talked about enough, huh? You felt it build directly inside your walls, as your G-spot was stimulated. Then it moved further out to your clit, then down your thighs and legs. Before it rushed over your head and made you throw it back in a loud moan. You were getting close and you couldn’t even verbalize it. But Toji knew exactly what to look out for to know when you were close. And he could tell when you were about to squirt. 

And you were about to squirt. 

“T-T…hah fu-fuck Toji,” you groaned, letting go of one of your breasts to grab a fist full of his hair. He didn’t say anything so as not to disrupt the magic he was brewing in your nether regions (ba dum tss). 

He bobbed his head up and down a few times and tempted fate by adding in a third finger. It wasn’t so much that you couldn’t take it, but more so that he knew exactly what it was going to do. Within a few seconds, you gasped and let out a loud moan, with a shudder running through your body. Another shudder and you felt yourself release on him. It was one thing to squirt and not feel it, but it was another to feel the sensation of releasing your liquids. 

It jutted out of your pussy and onto your grinning ex-husband's face. He laughed a bit and wiped his mouth with his forearm, before going down and licking up your juices on your thighs and a bit on your clit. 

“H-hey,” you whimpered, nudging his forehead as he started to eat you out again, “You’re getting distracted…” 

Toji blinked a few times before sitting up and looking down at your shaking body, “Shame this couch is white…” He shrugged, reaching one of his hands out to grab your shoulder. Both hands grabbed your shoulders and gently turned you around so you were lying on your stomach, with a pillow added to your front to make sure you were comfortable. 

You heard a belt unbuckle then some shifting as he undid his pants and then underwear. Toji knew you enough to know you were on birth control, so condoms weren’t a concern of his. You both had a breeding kink, who doesn’t? He loved the feeling of filling you up with his cum until he was completely dry, and it wouldn’t take him very long to finish at this rate. 

“I’m gonna go in,” he whispered, patting your hip. 

Then before you could speak, but let’s be honest you were completely gone by this point, you felt a swollen tip press against your folds. You didn’t even get a moan in before you heard a faint… whimper from Toji. He cleared his throat and thrust in fully, gasping and leaning forward against your body involuntarily. 

“I… haven’t fucked anyone in six ye…years,” he gasped again. Any other movement and he’d cum instantly. So much for hot rough sex. But still, he was determined to fuck you until you came again. 

“Me… either…” You murmured into the couch, letting your eyes close against the wet cushion. A wet cushion you would be dealing with tomorrow. 

“God. I missed you. I missed you so much,” Toji repeated a few more times, straightening his posture and fastening both hands to your hips. He pulled back and slowly began to thrust. Not for your sake but for the fact he wanted to elongate this feeling as much as possible. 

His thrusts got a bit faster and his grip tighter, “...I’m… mm gonna fill y-you with my seed. I-I want anothe…mm fuc-fuck another b…hah…. Baby.” That was all you needed to hear. 

A family, you’d be starting another family together. Too bad you were on birth control. But for now, you could pretend this would be the start of your new family. It turned you on as much as it made you happy. The man you loved, loved, and wanted a family with you. God, that was nice. And what was even nicer was the fact he was beginning to rail you. 

Six years was six years too long. You ached for him to fill you up with fat, hot spurts of his white cum. You wanted him to stuff you to the point where you leaked and cried for it to end. You needed him to impregnate you so you both would be together for the rest of your lives. 

You needed Toji to be yours now. 

Toji was getting close, it was obvious by the way he thrust and the way he cursed. It was sloppier than his typical sloppy strokes and his voice got a bit higher than normal. That’s when you knew he was overstimulated and about to burst at any given moment. You wanted to speak and scream for him to fill you up, but the only thing you could do was mindlessly beg into the air. Neither of you seemed to hear or notice each other's words as he… came. 

You never heard Mr. Zenin full-on whimper until that day. It was clear it came out accidentally from how his hips jutted forward and he pulled you instantly to him. He whimpered out a loud “I love you” and whined as his cum shot out. It filled you up more than you remembered he used to. His whimpers weren’t very high-pitched but they were pathetic. It was the cries from a man who hadn’t fucked in almost six years, and the cries of a man who missed your pussy so much.

If you ever get the chance to make a buff, deep-voiced, grown man whimper, I highly encourage it. 

Toji slid out of your cunt and flopped back onto the couch, leaving you for a moment to lie with your ass in the air. You were so tired you didn’t even notice when he grabbed you from behind and pulled you to his chest. His warm arms wrapped protectively around you and for once you felt as though everything had gone back to normal. 

Toji Zenin would be Toji Fushiguro again. 

[henry7931]

Freaky Friday Block Part 2 Max & The Thomas Family

Max:

I’m sitting here trying to do some kind of research on this situation and I don’t even know what to freaking google. I mean I could just type in, “help, I woke in my friend’s dad’s body. Oh and by the way said friend is now his little brother.”

I don’t know, I’ve been listening to Jacob and Conner go back and forth for hours now. And Mr. Thomas is much help either.

I’m just glad my family was out of town so they didn’t have to deal with this whole body swap thing.

The craziest part is that we learned quickly that ‘we’ aren’t the only ones. I think half of the block is going crazy right now from waking up as someone else.

Hell, I saw that college guys a couple houses down walking one of their roommates. He literally swapped bodies with a dog! Nuts right?

I guess I can’t be too mad with Mr. Thomas’s body. Hell, I’m hoping once some of the chaos settles down I can actually enjoy all of this.

Wait a minute, where is Mr. Thomas? He left over an hour ago and said he’s just going to change and come back….

Mr. Thomas

Fuck I’ve been stroking this thing for hours now! I can’t stop!!

I know it’s awful of me especially this being the body of one of my son’s friends… but you know how long it’s been since I’ve had a whole house to myself? Hell, I haven’t been on a date in 10 years.

Ever since my kid’s mother left me after I came out to her I’ve had a hard time finding anyone to date.

But sitting here in this young handsome body… playing with this cock. Oh my god…

I keep trying to head back to my house but I’ve truly lost track of time. I’m just too horny right now.

I wonder… oh here it is! I knew Max was gay, he had Grindr already downloaded.

I take him off of discreet and update his bio: looking, ready to host.

Shit, his parents don’t come back for another week. I can at least enjoy myself at night.

Back at the Thomas’ Home:

Conner:

This is so freaking cool!! Not only did I wake up this morning inside my big brother’s body but now I have his room too!!!

I told him this morning since I have his body, that I get his room. He was so flipping mad about it but I can’t fit in my old bed anymore.

We screamed at each other for a long time. But I ended up picking him up and carrying him in my much smaller body back to my room.

He waited outside the door throwing a tantrum for a bit before giving up. So looks like I won!

Now I have an entire bathroom to myself and I even have my own cellphone (which I’m surprised he didn’t try to get from me.)

Now I think I’m going to take a shower because my new body is stinky!!!

I take off Jacob’s sweat pants he slept in and stopped at his undies.

I wonder what this looks like…

I yank them off and Jacob’s weiner comes floppin out. He has a big bush of hair right above it and weiner is way bigger than mine.

I start playing with it for a few until it gets hard.

I walk into the shower and start rubbing some all over my new muscles down to Jacob’s stinky feet.

Jacob’s feet are always stinky especially after practice. Sometimes they will stink up our entire house.

I weirdly like the smell…

I wash in between his toes and work back up his hairy legs.

I wrap his strong hand around his weiner and started tugging at it.

It felt so good that I couldn’t stop!

I tugged and tugged faster and faster…

I started to get really warm inside…

That’s when I started squirting all over the shower uncontrollably.

I was so out of breath that I laid on the shower floor for a few.

As soon as I could stand back up, I turned off the water and dried off.

I walked over to the mirror and stared at my big brother’s face that I now controlled.

I hope I keep his body forever!

*knock knock*

“Conner it’s me, you have my phone and I want it back,” I hear coming from the door.

I walk over to the door and open it up.

“I don’t think you’re getting this phone. Actually, it’s my phone now. I have this body which was your body. But now it’s mine. So my phone, my room, and now my body. Also, I think it’s best if you call me Jacob for now. Understood little bro?”

Jacob was so angry. He tried to yank the phone out of my hand but I just dangled it over him.

“So close on getting it!”

I jumps for it again and laugh at him.

“Well this has been fun but I’m going to lock my door now.”

I closed the door in his face and went back to his bed.

I pulled my towel off and grabbed one of his dirty socks off of the floor. I laid back on his bed or I should say my bed now— sniffing his dirty sock and gently playing with my new hairy balls.

Max:

So no one else seems to care right now about trying to figure out why we are all in each other’s bodies. So I decided to stop caring as well and just enjoy my new hot daddy body.

Starting with these sexy ass feet! God, I’m already getting hard!

My initial plan was to take a shower and I got as far as stripping down and grabbing a towel.

Unfortunately, I’m so distracted by these feet and Mr. Thomas’s big hairy ballsack.

I eventually get to the shower, still have not jerked off yet.

It’s fun seeing Mr. Thomas hard throbbing cock leaking so bad…

I’ll fondle it for a few and stare down at his feet again.

God I love them!! If we ever switch back I wish there was a way I could take his feet with me. Or at least get some visitation of his lower half.

Hell, this maybe my forever body. I may be Daniel Thomas forever.

I dry off and sit in the steamy bathroom… talking dirty to myself.

I work my way back to his bed jumping on it. I hold his feet up the air again.

I pull the towel off completely and rub his hands all over his hairy butt cheeks down to his hole.

I finally start jerking his dick that’s now throbbing so bad it immediately leaks.

“Mr. Thomas, you’re such a beautiful man. I love the way your cock feels, I love your hairy ass, your big feet, ohhhh… your dick is about to burst!”

“Oh god!!! This feels so goooooddd!!!”

I pull at his hair and start moaning incredibly loud.

“IM CUMMMMINNNNGGGGG FUUUUUUCCCC”

Cum sprays all over me and I’m covered in his cum. I take bit off of his chest and taste it.

“Yum!”

I lay back in his bed naked and grinning knowing that in a few hours I’m going to do it all over again.

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for asking my partner not to interrupt me while I'm streaming?

Asking on here because she has Reddit and I don't want to upset her further while I ask for an outside consensus.

I stream video game content as a profession. Playthroughs, mods, tutorials, reviews, ect. I found streaming to be more profitable than pre-filmed video content. I'd say on average I can "work" for 10 - 30 hours a week.

She works on an alternating schedule where she does a week of full time hours then a week of part time hours. All in all, we work pretty reasonable hours between us, I feel, and we are agreeably not lacking in spending time together.

We routinely go on dates, we more often than not have dinner together, and I typically don't stream for more than 2-4 hours consecutively, so its not as if I'm locked up in my office for the majority of the time.

However over the last few months my partner has developed the habit of simply walking in whenever I'm streaming and starting up random conversations with me, playing her own games loudly in the background, constantly interrupting me to read out chat comments or ask questions about the game, ect.

Sometimes it isn't so bad, but generally its pretty disruptive. I wouldn't mind if it was just occasionally or if she just popped in now and then, but its grown to the point where its almost every single stream and I've noticed I've lost a handful of frequent viewers over it.

It came to an unpleasant confrontation over the weekend, when I was streaming a highly requested tutorial walkthrough for a recently released game and she decided to come in, try to sit on my lap and start a conversation about a client's dogs she met today.

I was trying to figure out a polite way to ask her to give me another 40 minutes so I could finish the quest line and shut it down for the day when two people in the chat began to make jokes about how she never leaves me alone and said it 'gave cam check vibes.'

I pretended not to notice, but she did, and clearly it hurt her feelings and she mumbled about having some things to do and left. I felt awful that her feelings were hurt so I closed the stream early and went to find her.

She was pretty upset about the comments and tried to get me to validate that she wasn't disruptive or unwelcome. I assured her that I don't mind the occasional visit or if she wants to play her own games in the background on mute/low volume/with earphones in, but that I have actually been meaning to ask her to give me a little more curtesy when I'm streaming because its hard to have dynamic engagement when I can't actually talk to anyone because she's talking non-stop or her own game volume is distorting the sound.

I tried to say it as gently as possible but it was clear that the more we discussed it, the more upsetting it was for her. She called time on the conversation by abruptly saying she'll just 'never so much as walk past the door' when I'm streaming, and that she didn't want to talk about it anymore.

She was only working a half-day today and I was streaming between mid-day and the early afternoon. When I said goodbye to her this morning she made sure to somewhat sarcastically assure me that she wouldn't dare interrupt my stream today, and she hoped it went well.

She refused to discuss it further when she came home, or over dinner, and since dinner she's shut herself in the conservatory and has been on the phone to a friend.

I'd like to discuss it further because I'm discontent with her being upset about it, but I'm also not particularly agreeable with me being in the wrong here. Streaming is my job. We pay equal expenses, so its not as if this is just a silly little fake job or hobby for me while she foots the bills. I rely on viewers to get paid, and when quite a few of them leave because I've had to stop playing for 20 minutes to listen to her chat, it could negatively impact my ability to bring home a reasonable contribution.

Ordinarily we can resolve any conflicts or disagreements quickly and fairly. We've never been the sort of couple to spend days being passive aggressive or refusing to talk.

With her being so resolute in being upset and not communicating, I'm at a loss for if I'm actually in the wrong or not for asking her to be more mindful of interrupting me and causing disruptions while I'm working.

What are these acronyms?

[gloxk]

“Mary Jane.”

Gojo satoru ~

Summary: Your best friend was a snake. She slept with your boyfriend at a party. Everything shattered when you saw them. Your heart broke, leaving you with hatered and resentment. But two can play that game. Didn't she know? Karma’s a bitch.

W/C : 2k+. READING TIME: 10 minutes.

Setting: Modern Au, Reader is in their 20’s.

Song inspo:The best I ever had (Limi)/ Birthday S*X (Jeremih)/Drunk in love (The weekends version)/What you need(the weekend.)

A/N: Happy kinktober. It’s been a minute. (I've returned just for this years kinktober) idk i’ve just been busy fr. I haven’t been writing at all 😭. But I was on tik tok right, and i saw this lil video abt a story. So yall know those reddit stories? Bro this story was fucking outrageous, i tell ya. So boom bro got cheated on by his gf and she slept w his best friend. I was like damnnnnn 💀 ain’t no way. So bro turned around n fcked his ex best friends sister. The crazy thing is HE RECORDED IT. AND HE SENT IT TO BRO. I got carried away w this one. (I was high asf.) But anyway please enjoy! My grammar might be fucked up i didn’t feel like prof reading. Mdni/ageless blogs you will be blocked. 17+.

Warnings: F/M relations,Jealousy, angst if you squint, friend dumping, lewd behavior, DRUGS & alcohol. (mary J) mentions of Ex, BJ’s, Male receiving, unprotected sex (I got a little nasty w this one)

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You sat there disappointed in your dry phone. It was like looking at a blank screen. The night was cold, dark, and quiet. Everything was different now that you cut off your toxic-ass best friend. Deleting all the pictures and videos of you two. All the happiness and laughter y’all had shared just for it to be ruined in a few hours. The incident only happened a few days ago.

You decide to scroll through your alt account’s Instagram feed hoping to see something interesting. Something interesting indeed popped up. A little green circle around your ex-best friend’s profile picture. “Curiosity killed the cat ya’know?”, It surely killed you as soon as you clicked it. She was with your Ex. Your face scrunched in disbelief. You couldn’t help but muster up a pitiful laugh. What was going through her goddamn mind? Did she know the alt belong to you? Was the random pinterest boy profile picture not convincing enough? You nearly tossed your phone to the ground you felt tears bubbling up in your eyes. You remember the whole thing like it was yesterday. The horrible things you said to each other. But one thing she said in particular stuck in your head. “You aren’t even together anymore! Why the fuck do you care Y/n?”, Those were the last words she said to you, the last words you needed to hear to leave her alone. It hurt you so much, the girl you known from middle school betrayed you.

It was late maybe around 11 pm. Your mind was filled with anger. You couldn’t stop thinking about it. You told her everything and she did the same. You two grew up together. When you introduced your boyfriend and best friend they hit it off. They were so cool with each other that it seemed like a dream come true. Having your best friend actually like your boyfriend was extremely rare to come by. Your dream came short-lived after you found them fucking in a bathroom at a party. It hurt so fucking bad. You clenched your shirt trying not to cry. That night broke you, you lost everything in 4 hours. All it took was a couple of shots and one blunt to have your whole world crash. In a fit of rage, you decided to go through her entire Instagram feed. Scrolling through every single post. In a recent post from earlier today, you saw a dump of her stepbrother. All of the pictures were silly, cute pictures of him. You couldn’t lie, he was fine as fuck. You saw her stepbrother a couple of times when y'all were younger, but god did puberty hit him good. He was tall and muscular with a sharp jawline. He has white hair and beautiful ocean-colored eyes. He had a couple of arm tattoos as well. You sat there trying to remember his name. You looked over the caption trying to find something leading to him, the caption read: “HAPPY 19th BIRTHDAY @satoruxgxjo! I hope 19 treats you good lil, bro :).” That was his name! You finally remembered him. Satoru gojo, it was definitely moan-able. You DM’D him almost immediately.

(Y/n): “Hey! I saw your birthday was earlier and I wanted to wish you a happy 19th birthday!” You didn’t know what you expected him to say back to that. You didn’t know if you wanted him to immediately block you or text you back. Maybe if he blocked you would be able to move on and heal. But all you wanted was revenge. After two minutes you got a notification from Instagram. (satoruxgxjo): “Yo, I appreciate it. it’s been a minute. How have you been?” A smug smile arose on your face. You instantly texted him back. (Y/n): “I’ve been amazing. Recently I had just got some za from a friend and since it’s your birthday maybe we can roll up?” You watch as your text goes from Sent to Seen. Your heart immediately went faster.(satoruxgxjo): “Lmao? That was quick but sure. I don’t mind. Addy?” Your face was sinister. If he could see your face right here probably think twice about his current decision. You sent him your location, (Y/n): “I mean it’s not like we don’t know each other Saturo, just pull up :) We can catch up!”, You were so happy that this was gonna work out perfectly. (satoruxgxjo): “Who is Saturo? It’s Satoru* n I’m otw.” That happiness quickly faded into embarrassment. How could you forget his name already? You repeated it 10x to remember it, while repeating his name you quickly got up and rushed upstairs.

You dressed yourself in a loose shirt that hung off your shoulders, your chest was the only thing holding it up. Underneath you made sure to treat your guests to an easy reveal no bra and pink Victoria's Secret lace panties. Your hair was messy letting little strands of hair frame your face. You rushed downstairs to set everything up, you grabbed an open bottle of Hennessy and accompanied it with a jar of bud including a pack of Raw’s. Everything was set for the most part. You dimmed the lights and played some sensual music. You turned your TV on to some random Netflix show to make it seem casual. You soon turned your attention to the door as the doorbell rang. A wicked smile placed on your face, your hips swaying to the music. You opened the door and smiled at your victim—I mean visitor. “Heyy~.” Your voice filled with a welcoming tone. Luring him in like a fisherman. “Hey, Y/n.” He had a basic white shirt on, and his muscular body filled it out nicely. His lower half was hidden behind grey sweatpants, He had on white cross that were no longer white. His tall frame continued to tower over you. He sounded so nonchalant, but his blue eyes told a different story. He couldn’t stop looking at your bare shoulders. “Come in hun.” You moved out of his way and motioned him to the couch. The table caught his attention immediately. You made your way to the kitchen swaying to the beat of the music. “Henny? Whatcha got this for?” He picked up the bottle with an eager smile. “Why else Satoru?” You winked at him. Watching him open the bottle and pour himself a shot. “Well, Hopefully, it’s not for little ole me. God, you wouldn’t make such a silly mistake and give an underage boy Hennessy? Right?” He asked mocking you. A smug expression on his face. You couldn’t wait to wipe it off. “Oh of course not! I would never do such a disgraceful thing. But..I won’t tell if you won’t.” He threw his head back and he gulped down the shot of liquor. The burning sensation only made him crave it more. “You know I don’t kiss and tell.” He chuckled as he watched you sit down on the couch. He soon followed you and plopped down beside you. “You ever rolled before?” You looked at him as you picked up the grinder. “Nah, I’m more of a pipe or hookah person. Ya’know?” You giggled at him. He was falling into your trap without even knowing. “Lemme show you how to roll then.”. You took him through the basic steps. Letting your hands guide his. After a few attempts, he was able to get a good enough roll for a beginner. “And now ya gotta lick it.” You bent over his lap using his muscular arm to hold yourself up. You dragged your tongue over the paper making sure to seal it. You took the joint from him and began to light it. His eyes watched you dangerously. After a couple of pulls, you handed it back over to him. He pulled a heavy hit making him cough. You poured another shot for the both of you. Handing him a glass of liquor. “Oh? Is that for me? How kind.” Your hand sat between his thighs. “Of course.” He took the glass and knocked it back, and you followed his lead.

You weren’t slightly drunk nor were you high. But you couldn’t say the same for Satoru. He almost finished your bottle of Hennessy. His head was between your neck and shoulder. He was mumbling incoherent nonsense, you didn’t particularly care what he was babbling about. He was lying between your legs using your chest to keep him propped up. His hands rubbing your thigh, “Mm..please.” He mumbled desperately. “I told you not to drink too much Gojo. Now look at you.” You laughed as you rubbed his head. “.. I know. m’ sorry. Please y/n. Please.” You were confused you didn’t know what he was asking for to be quite frank. “You should get an Uber to take you home.” You nudged him to get off of you. He didn’t budge at all. His eyes looked up at you pleading with you. “I don’t wanna go. I wanna stay with you. lemme stay.” He was so whiny while he was drunk it was pissing you off. “Okay, you can stay.” He hummed softly in response. “upstairs?” You whispered in his ear, he nodded his head. You moved off the couch pulling him off with you. You walked him up the stairs to your bedroom. He was stumbling up the stairs you had to hold him up. Making it to your room in one piece was the hardest part. Opening the door his hands never left your body, If anything they became more needy. His fingers roamed around your back as he began to tug at your shirt.

You grabbed his hands telling him to stop. “I don’t know...if we should do this...I’m sure your sister wouldn’t like this.” You smiled as you pushed him on the bed. Of course, she wouldn’t like her brother sleeping with her ex-best friend. But that made it more exhilarating. Satoru groaned at your words. Bringing up what you and his sister had going on at a time like this was a low blow. “Don’t fuck with me Y/n. You’ve been touching me all night. Saying little shit to me. I’m ready now, and you’re gonna act like this?” You heard the frustration in his voice, looking down at his gray sweats pants you saw what else was frustrated. You laughed at him. “Oh look who’s mad at me. I’m just trying to respect you and your sister's relationship.” Your hands go under his shirt and rub his abs. He laughed as his arm covered his face. “Ah, so I understand why she called you a conniving bitch now.” Your smug face was quickly wiped with confusion. “Oh…Yeah? She gonna think I’m more than conniving after this.” You grabbed him by his hair pulling him closer. Your lips clashed against his, you could taste the intoxication on his tongue. The kiss became sloppy fairly quickly. His hands continued to roam over your back. He followed your lead not allowing your mouth to leave his. He yanked at your shirt, he wanted to pull it off of you. Sitting on his lap, you took off your shirt and tossed it to the side. His hands went up to cup your breasts. His fingers ran over your hardened nipples, his expression was darkened with lust. “So fckin pretty.” He sat up leaving kisses on your neck and chest. You assisted him in taking off his shirt and tossed it over to yours. Leaving kisses on his neck and slowly moving downward to his chest. Taking your precious time with him. He was so impatient, whining if you didn’t kiss him. You used your finger to trace his v-line teasing him enough to push him. You got up and slowly removed his sweatpants leaving him in his tight boxers. Licking your lips at the sight, it was a delectable sight indeed. Tracing the bulging print through his Ethikas. “Oh my god…” You stuttered in disbelief, this man was packing. Satoru felt you tugging his boxers, he lifted his hips and allowed you to yank them off of him. The cold air hit him drawing out a long sigh. Those blue eyes watching you with a dangerous glint, those eyes screaming out for you. “don’t play with me Y/n.” He whispered, almost as if he was begging you to make him feel something. You seated yourself between his thighs, looking at him with awe. Your hands running up and down his hardened dick. You gave him kitten licks on his tip, licking away any pre-cum. He growled at the teasing, “C'mon.” his hand caressingyour cheeks. You smiled as you quickly put your mouth around the tip and bobbed your head up and down.

His tip hits the back of your throat every time. Satoru’s hand pushed your head down so he could feel you deep-throat him, “Fuuucckk, just like that.” You pulled your head back with an angry expression. “Nobody likes a head pusher.”, You glared at him. “Nobody likes a fucking teaser.” He mumbled. You laughed at his audacity as if he was the one in control. You slipped off your underwear and climbed on top of him. Letting him slide in slowly, inch by inch. You threw your head backward, rolling your neck. Low moans escaped your mouth as you felt his hips grinning against yours. “Go faster.” His tone completely shifted from whiny and desperate to frustration. He wanted more, He needed more. It wasn’t enough for him. You looked so pretty going up and down on him. His eyes watched your body lift itself off of him and right back down. Your nails dug holes in his chest, “That fuckin’ hurts Y/n.” He gave you a sadistic smile as he dug his nails into your hips. You shrieked in pain. You could quite literally feel his nails penetrate your skin. That didn’t stop you though, you couldn’t care less about anything other than cumming. Your mind became foggy and filled with a certain haze. “Mm. Keep going. Dnt stop.”, Those words left Satoru’s mouth, his thrusts were sloppy and no longer had rhythm. His fingers found their way to your clit and played with you to make sure you came before him. Your moans filled the room as you were so close. You stopped as you finally reached the bliss you been begging for, panting heavily trying to regain the breath you once had. The feeling of warm liquid filling you was a slap in the face. You soon realized you didn’t use protection. You looked down at Satoru whose eyes were closed with a smile of his face. “Oops, m’sorry i’ll get you a Plan B in the morning.” His hand gripped your ass while you sat there in disbelief. How could you fuck up this bad? You smiled as you seen him cover his face once again, “Don’t worry about it. I have some in the bathroom.”. You got off of him and made your way to the bathroom.

When you came back you saw sleeping Satoru, under your sheets wrapped around your blanket. It was a cute sight to see him so vulnerable, you were about to fuck up his life. You crawled into bed next to him, cuddling him. He turned around and placed his head between your breast, his arm wrapped around your lower back pulling you close. You took out your phone and took a couple of pictures. This bitch was gonna know “Fuck my man, I fuck your brother.”. You unblocked her number to send her a little treat. “When Satoru comes home tomorrow tell him I had a wonderful time. (3 attachments sent).”.

You turned off your phone and cuddled the sleeping boy, kissing his forehead and cheeks. “Mm, she's gonna fuck you up when you get home.” You whispered in his ear. His phone was soon blowing up, From his mom and sister. “I don't care, you don't know how long I've been waiting to fuck you.” He muttered under his breath. You laughed, He wasn’t going anywhere. Not just yet.

[delightfulcollectivetyphoon]

is it just me or does this pic radiate MAJOR predator/prey vibes? like he's just rawdoggin your soul. just me? okay

anyways, smutty thoughts below the cut

tw: loud concert, mentions of anxiety, mentions of wolves, mentions of smut, cuss words, kinda daddy issues?, fluffy angst (or angsty fluff)

a/n: so um yeah I meant for this to be like 10 sentences and I wrote a goddamn novel oopsies. and this ain't even the full thing.

You were sitting on the balcony all the way to the right of the entrance, at one of the smallest gigs you'd ever seen Metallica play. Wolf and Man was pounding into your ears, your senses blurring from the thrill of it all. You were watching Robert and Kirk run circles around each other, and you smiled at how silly these old men could be, like they were being kids again. You felt eyes burning into the side of your head and just 100 feet away was James, staring you down in a fierce manner. He didn't break eye contact as his tongue darted out to lick his bottom lip, he was hypnotizing. Your smile fell slowly as your lips parted, lost in his sultry glare. One of the spotlights fell on him so perfectly; you could see every beautiful outline and shadow of this masterfully sculpted man; his sweat covering his skin with a thin sheen. The massive screen behind the band was focused on him, and you saw up close how his eyes were clouded with something more than lust, a wolfish need, like he wanted to tear you apart, make you squeal, savor every inch of your skin. Something you had dreamed of ever since walking through the venue door and saw him in his vest and tank top. He smirked at you as he played the last few notes of the song and brought his tank to his mouth to wipe the sweat off his upper lip, the drops glittering his silver hair no more. The crowd screamed and clapped as the men gave their thank-yous and till-next-times.

-----------------------Backstage, a half hour later------------------------

The bag and ticket checks were brutal, and you started to wonder if this was a bad idea. Meeting Metallica seemed like a good idea in retrospect, yes, but now your anxiety was getting the best of you. Your palms were sweaty, your heart was racing, and your mouth was dry as the Sahara. The bottle of water sitting in your bag suddenly came back to mind as you snatched it from its pocket and tried to take off the cap. Your hand was shaking, making it difficult. You finally managed to get it off and sipped it for the next few minutes. Jesus Christ, was meeting 4 60-year-old men this fucking stressful? Some quick self-reflection brought you the idea that meeting Rob, Kirk, and Lars was exhilarating, but not stress-inducing. Meeting James was your main problem. It wasn't really a problem, he was just your favorite of the band, whether for his look or his playing, you didn't know, but you had chalked it up to a fair 50/50. This was a problem you were excited to have. Some parts of you were more excited than others, but you pushed that thought to the very recesses of your brain. If you had the scenario of screwing a man old enough to be your dad in the back of your head, it would definitely make its way into your conversation, which was more or less bound to get you a weird look and a premature "it was nice meeting you!" But God, his stare made you anxious in all the right ways and you just couldn't stop thinking of him staring into your soul as he chased you down, captured you, and made you his. You snapped out of your little thought bubble as you neared the platform. James was shaking the hand of a middle-aged man, someone you guessed was a father because of the 5-ish-year-old girl standing at his feet, holding onto the bottom of her father's shirt. James squatted down so he could be eye-level with the girl, and you instantly knew that he looked differently at others. He had reserved that stare just for you. Your brain ran rampant with the possibility that he might actually just want you, and that he wasn't generally so domineering and intense, but just when he saw you. In fact, his eyes returned to what you thought a 60-year-old's should look like, soft and sweet, teddy-bear-ish. He shook her tiny hand, and she shook it back and moved in for a hug. You couldn't blame her; he looked like just about the most huggable person there. He laughed as he closed her arms around her, telling the dad that it was okay after he tried to apologize and pull her away.

"Be good for your dad, okay," he asked, almost commanded as he straightened her jacket, ruffled from the embrace. He gave her one last smile as she nodded and walked off with her dad. The attendant ushered you forward as James picked up his water and took a sip at the same time you did. When he tilted his head back down, he saw you staring at his battle vest, or more importantly the tank top covering his chest and tummy. God, his tummy was hotter from up close. He caught you staring, and your faced burned with embarrassment.

"You like it?"

Your breath caught in your throat at his raspy tone.

"What?"

He laughed and set the bottle down on the table behind him. He gestured you to the chairs and table set up on the platform, probably decades-old wood that squeaked when you settled into it.

"My jacket, you like it? Saw you starin' at it, figured it interested you."

He was subtly fucking with you, letting you know he had caught you staring at his tummy, imagining it colliding with your back as he drove deeper and deeper into you, owning you. He had known that you were awe-struck by the idea ever since he saw you staring back during Wolf and Man. He had all the confirmation he needed.

"Oh, yeah, it's an awesome vest! I have one like it, just not as many patches. It's also a little less worn; I just bought it and started adding stuff about a week ago, actually."

He smiled and leaned back. The angle allowed his tank top to stretch tighter across his stomach; allowed his vest to cling to his shoulders, accentuating how broad he was. You involuntarily inhaled through your nose like it was the last sniff of oxygen you'd ever get. You'd tried your best not to gasp, that would for sure get his attention. He smirked.

"I know you're not here to talk about vests. I can tell something's on your mind. C'mon I have 3 kids, I can tell when something's wrong by poorly masked facial expressions," he joked, and you softened, comforted by his willingness to peer into your thoughts.

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thanks for reading, this is my first ever fic! i think i did fairly well, but feedback is appreciated! should i do a part 2?

[x-candy-guts-x]

The way my puppy and cat play together makes me think of like the yautja children with the reader lol.

Previous

•After a few hours of playing and story telling what your most recent carvings were crock came over and ruffled your hair to grab your attention. Looking up at him he gestured for you to follow. It took a little while but with a small hovering vehicle of some sort the two of you reached the city. He decided today he would bring you there for a day out and maybe get you a few things to help you feel comfortable in your new home.

•many yautja lined the streets and even a few different alien races. One shop was selling meat that had been precut and even some dried.

•he got you what looked like a kabob of sorts

• “why is it SPICY”

•for a moment you lost your yautja. You were left in the middle of a busy street with aliens all around and you felt like a kid who lost their parent.

•meanwhile the yautja you had come to know and call crock was at a booth looking at some knives. He found a few and bought them. When he’d turned around you were gone. Panic set in as he whipped around looking for you. He put his mask on and began trying to get to higher ground. Up on a building he could see you much easier with his mask but getting you to stay in one place long enough for him to get back down and make his way to you was a problem withen itself.

•somehow you had managed to wind up a whole mile away from where he was. It took him about 10 minutes but he did find you. And oh boy..

•a big yautja had bumped into you and was now making a scene about this “stray” who shouldn’t be here. He picked you up by your throat and hoisted you up. His grip got tighter and tighter until you started to see black dots in your vision. Then you got an idea. He wasn’t wearing a mask luckily so you swung your legs up and slammed them down into the crook of his elbow. This made his arm bend and you headbutt him with the force of a pachycephalosaurs. A more recent carving of yours-.

•this made him let go of you as he stumbled back. He had what would be the equivalent of a bloody nose on a human, only he didn’t really have a nose so it was just broken skin. You gasped for air and went to stand up but as you did you felt a tremendous force knock the wind out of you. A big clawed foot kicked you square in the chest and sent you back a few feet. By now a crowd had formed.

•crock ran down the street trying to get to where you were hoping he’d get there before any serious damage was caused. Unfortunately the crowd blocked his path to you so he had to try and find a way around.

•coughing you stood up again. The yautja responsible for the assault let out what you could only assume was a laugh. It was more of a rapid clicking. You wanted to get out of there but there was no way out. The eight foot crab face retracted out his wrist blade and got ready to attack but was stopped. Another yautja, a bigger one with a lot more spikes and wrinkles grabbed his arm and ripped it back. “Do you not see she is unarmed?”

•the younger slightly smaller one looked to the ground and pulled his blade back up his arm. “You.” The older one pointed. “Who is responsible for you?”

•you weren’t sure how to answer. You had a hard enough time pronouncing their language and you didn’t really know his real name. Luckily an arm shot up in the crowd. It parted for crock to walk up. “I am.”

• “see to it she doesn’t disrupt things again.” Crock nodded and gently grabbed you by the upper arm and pulled you away. “What happened?! Why did you run off? Do I need to put the collar back on you? You said you’d behave!” His voice was so loud to your small ears, You broke down in tears. He leaned back up. He was hunched over and in your face and didn’t even realize it. “I.. I’m sorry. I know your frightened right now.-“

• “I didn’t run off!” You screamed interrupting him. “I got lost! The crowd here is so busy! And you disappeared! I tried to find you but I couldn’t!”

•the two of you remained still for a moment. He could tell you were being genuine. So instead of speaking he took the hair in your face and pushed it back. There was a cut on your forehead that was bleeding and a few around your neck from where the other yautjas claws had dug in. The bruising that was yellowed and nearly completely healed was now a terrible purplish and much worse than before. He used his mask to make sure nothing was broken and then he gently took your hand and guided you out of the city in a less busy rout.

•it was a mistake bringing you to a busy city for your first outing. He realized that now. He should have tried a small town first or maybe even just around his village and the surrounding area. When things were nearly dead he sat you down outside of a shop and told you to STAY PUT. You did and when he came out he held a furry little creature. Handing it to you he grabbed your free hand and the two of you walked back to the alien vehicle.

•once seating you saw how familiar the creature was. It didn’t have any tusks but it was fuzzy, black and definitely vaguely pig shaped.

•once you guys were back and inside the home you let the pig down and the little yautja-who you started calling Tim, ran up and hugged the little piglet. He was so excited he started bouncing up and down and running all about. Over near a table crock opened up a bag and pulled out a few things. Some soft fabric. Some carving and cutting tools and a bunch of what looked like string. He handed you the tools. They were for carving! And there was one blade that wasn’t. It had detailed engravings on its blade and handle and was the perfect size for you. “To defend yourself.” He gestures to you.

• “thank you.” You put the blade through your belt and sat down at the table to examine all the little carving tools. There was even paint to go with it.

•while you busied yourself he brought the fabric and such to his room and began to work. It was night before you saw him again. He made some dinner and you showed off your latest carving which now had moving parts and paint. This one was a velociraptor. The feathered kind and it’s legs and arms could move. It’s tail was carved similar to the wooden snake toys pretty much all kids on earth had at some point that would move side to side and pinch the fuck out of your fingers if you weren’t careful. You chuckled at the memory and handed the colorful dino to Tim.

•he was most definitely spoilt now that he had you and his dad wrapped around his grubby little fingers. It’s ok though he was a super sweet kid.

•when you went to the room for bed you noticed your pile of pelts weren’t where you left them. Instead they were folded up and on the bed was a few articles of clothing. One looked like a gown of sorts for bed. It was light and similar to a tank top, just a bit longer to cover your butt. The others were,, how would you put it. Skimpy? But sturdy. One was a loincloth with a matching cropped tube top and the other was a cropped dark brown soft leather jacket. The colors were all various shades of brown and tan. You felt them and they were so soft. You decided to put on the gown and go to a mirror to see how it looked. When you did crock walked in.

•he approached but didn’t touch. “Fits well. Hopefully keep you cool on this hot planet.” He wasn’t going to admit it but he also liked how it showed your figure. He thought to himself over the course of the now roughly couple months you’ve been on the planet about you. Things about you. Your hair. Your skin. Your stature. Everything about you was.. for a lack of better words, cute. You reminded him of the baby pig. Not in a bad way. But you were soft, lovable, gentle, sweet, caring. But you could also be dangerous. He thought about the way that despite your fading consciousness you put up a fight against a being several times your strength and size. You made it bleed without a weapon.

• “you can sleep in my bed if you would like. It is more comfortable than the floor.” He climbed in and settled down. After a moment you joined. He was right. It was so much softer. A little weight could be felt at the foot of the bed. Tim and the baby pig curled up at your feet. Sighing you closed your eyes. ‘I could get used to this.’

[changingplumbob]

Honey, I'm home!

TLDR: I'm back. Incoming reblogs. Normal posting resumes 21st at 9am NZDT (GMT+13).

My cat summary, tales of travel woe and random trip tidbits below.

Cat! The cat survived the cattery. Apparently she wasn't eating too much and just stayed in her cage area (I say cage but it was a neat two level set up, she had an individual food bowl, litter tray and cat bed). She's lost a bit of weight so she'll be getting bigger feeds the next few days. She's periodically patrolling the house and hiding in my bed which is fair.

Travel! So our first bus was running late. Trying to make up for it the bus sped over the hill. Imagine sitting sideways on a bus with a large suitcase as the bus quickly drives a winding downhill road. So fun right (sarcasm is heavy here). We made the train but halfway through the trip it stopped and sat for 10 minutes because of an "incident" (yeah I'm curious to). Bus from train station to airport was fine but the baggage check in went down just as we reached it. Then the plane was delayed by about half and hour. Fast forward to this morning. Checking in at the airport early to discover our 8:15am flight was cancelled because the aircraft was damaged overnight. They put us in a van for a nice hour and a half trip along a sometimes empty, sometimes standstill motorway. At the new airport we checked in fine, but what do you know the plane home was delayed. Hour delay this time. Eventually back home, took the airport bus to the train station no problem. What do you know, the train line was having errors and replacement buses were running instead. At the home train station we just gave up and got a taxi to the vets, and then home.

Wedding! It was nice, my cousin and his bride were so damn happy. It was in a place called the Tree Church where the structure is actually made out of shrubs so it's like getting married in a church made out of nature. The sun was shining and she walked down the isle to an instrumental of Taylor Swift - Wildest Dreams. Her dress was gorgeous, their vows were sweet and I was sitting in an aisle seat so got to throw flower petals over them as they walked up the aisle together. Then (remember I'm in summer people) they had an ice cream truck after a champagne toast and they had vegan ice cream!!!

Reception! It was at a vineyard and half the area had trellises with grapes growing above you. There was so much food, and some vegan stuff! Because my cousin has a large family (lots of aunts and uncles) I was the only cousin from our branch. But you know when the band started playing ABBA I had to get up and dance with my aunts because how can you not dance to Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! (Man After Midnight)? I sang along, loudest to Love Story obviously.

Tea Ceremony! So my cousin's wife (is she my cousin in law now? IDK), her parents are Chinese and came to NZ before she was born. She had lots of family fly over from China and Canada and they brought her and my cousin these beautiful red robes for a tea ceremony. Basically it allows the married couple to honour their elders by serving them tea. The couple also get money and jewellery from elders. Apparently all the Cantonese speaking relatives told them they hoped to see a grandchild next year, no pressure cousin.

Internet! As some of you probably realised the air bnb had wifi so I was able to keep up on some people's posts. But because I'm an overthinker I wanted to keep my post about going away near the top of my blog. I'm now going to blog some things I wanted to reblog during the 5 days which you may well have already seen but I want to reblog anyway to show support.

Me! This whole thing has been about me but anyway, I am very sleep deprived. I was not sleeping well before we left. The house we were staying was so creeky I barely slept while we were there. So I'm going to do extra rambles because that's what happens when I'm tired. Thank you for a couple of sunflowers today, with my travel chaos I needed them. I keep them in my inbox for low days but appreciate it beyond measure. I'm going to try get to my asks today but sleep may claim me first. The favourite facts are coming I promise! Lastly check out this puzzle that I was fiddling with intermittently for 3 days. I can't believe I eventually solved it!

[grimecrow]

What's Messier? Scream VI Or My Relationship With It? And Why My Love For It Is A Good Thing.

Just to let both fans and detractors know that I will be talking about the bad of this movie, then give it my rating, then talk about the good.

So there are some things that stood out to me as problems with the movie: - the pacing feels off from the moment the movie starts till it ends. It felt like listening to a standard 4/4 pop song being played at 3/4. - it felt like the people who made the movie took the second best take for every scene to use - there are numerous small things that don't make sense, a spoiler free example being Gale having a security swipe card she can't possibly have nor get. - the end reveal may be one of the most convoluted and honestly silly things I have encountered in movies. Yes including movies that people shot in a day on their phones and passed off as found footage films. I think we can all agree that piled all of this piled together should make for one terrible film right? So what rating did I give the movie when it was over? (Please note I say this as someone who never watched Scream 4 or 5, doesn't like Scream 1 due to over exposure, nor 2 or 3 and only really enjoyed season one of the TV series but not season two.) 10/10. A movie that has found itself in my top 20 favorite movies list and may end up in my top 10. Why? How can that be? First I want to say that this is a visually spectacular movie.

Who ever designed the visuals of this thing was a genius. Not only the big visual eye candy moments like above but for the entirety of the film. I'm gonna use this word a lot but a great way to describe the look of this film is consistent. Regardless of where the scene is, time of day, what's happening, it all feels like the same time and world as every other scene if that makes sense? But what about it's flaw? The ones I mentioned above? The pacing is consistent from the opening few seconds to the finale few seconds and while it was jarring at first you just get used to it after a bit. It's a fast pace movie; even it's quiet moments are short but effective without breaking the tempo. I don't know what the reason was with the decisions made that lead me to say they all had that 'second best take' quality but the roughness that actors have make the characters feel much more real and give a validity to the situations they find themselves in. Everything is manic and messy because what's happening is manic and messy. All those little plot holes and the convoluted ending? Because they happened with such consistency they stopped standing out as much. Also, when they happened they were always feeding what was coming next which usually ended up being a major visual feast. In the example Gale having the keycard to get into the place she did the next lead to an amazing reveal. This movie has a run time of two hours and five minutes and I was not bored for a single, solitary second. When it came to scenes I thought my friends should see there are so many they may as well watch the movie and I have told them as such. I know that this is a movie I will be able to put on at any time whether to sit down and watch it, or as something to have on in the background and still not be bored for a single second. Despite knowing the mystery already, and the movies flaws. I honestly would say it's the Jason X of the Scream franchise.

So why is my insane and messy love of this insane and messy movie a good thing? Cause the world is dark and full of terrors. There are horrors happening now, and more imminently on the horizon from my time of writing this in November of 2024. There is going to be a lot of bad, and a lot of fighting that will have to be done before things get good again. So this movie showing me that I haven't lost the ability yet to look at the positives of things of something, to find joy despite all the real world darkness threatening to smother me every second of every day no matter where I go or what I do is in fact a sign of hope. Scream VI gives me hope, a reminder that joy can be found and experienced. It's existence keeps apathy at bay. Which, once the ending credits start to roll, keeps me willing to get up and fight the real monsters in our lives. Make sure as things get darker, you allow yourself to experience joy, to enjoy yourself, and to remember to love the things you love. Apathy is the weapon they will use to crush us, so don't let it crush you.

[regularme12]

Idk you do requests, or if you’ve seen any, but I’m dying to see a regular show tickle fic (mainly with lee Rigby and ler Mordecai) and I just never seen any, only a few with brief tickles, but never any detailed ones. Idk if you’d want to write one (completely up to you) or if you can find one, but I’m dying to see one 😭 I love them sm

I so gotchuuu on this, and yh i do do requests!!!!

Ha! You lose!

Summary: Rigby won once again another round, and he keeps bragging about it, so Mordecai is gonna make him regret it.

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"OHHHHHHH!!! IN YOUR FACE!!!! I so beat you again, dude. Are you even trying?!"

"Dude, calm down. It's not even that big of a deal. You're being dramatic."

"That's what losers say." Rigby sat back down on the couch asking Mordecai if he wants to play another round, going on 10.

"No, Rigby. Everytime you win, you always do that stupid chant, and I'm sick of it. I do wanna play a game we played when we were kids. And I beat you. Every. Single. Time."

The racoon didn't know what his friend was talking about, then it clicked. The game they played when they were younger. 'See who can last longer being tickled.' Then again, Mordecai was always ticklish, but not dramatically ticklish like Rigby.

"No, Mordecai. We are not playing that stupid game again. Everytime I tell you to stop, you act like it's an invitation to keep going. And it's not. We finally put ut to the grave, 5 years ago, we are NOT digging it back up."

"I'll pay you."

"You got yourself a deal."

And they shaked on it. Mordecai was first ofc. The blue bird layed on the couch ready in position. Rigby sat on his waist and started to lightly scritch up the later's sides going to his ribs and back down. It was ticklish yh, but not enough to get him laughing, just moving around.

"Oh my god dude, see? You're no where close to ticklish like me." Rigby strated digging in now, which he got was way more reactions and laughter.

"Ohohojo my gohojod, what's myhyhyhy time???"

"10 mins."

"Gahahhaha. Rihihigby, mohohohove somewhere ehehehhelse."

"Mmm, I don't think I should."

What felt like an hour, it was only 30 mins. It was finally Rigby's turn. Mordecai got up and lightly pushed a frantic racoon down. "Wahahahit, wait. Mordecai, plehehehase, go easy on me."

"Wow, I haven't even started yet, and you're all ready laughing?"

"Just shut up, dude."

"okok." Mordecai sat on the littlest one hips, posiyioning his hands on his sides. "Ready?"

"Nohohoho!!! I'm not, Ihihi hate this!!" Rigby started giggling while having his hands on the blue bird's wrists.

"Too late," And he dug in.

"GAHAHAHHA! Mohohohojordecai!!!" Rigby was jumping up and down, side to side. It's been a minute and he's all ready going wild. He will not last long.

"Wow Rigby, you're just as ticklish then you were when your older brother tickled you when you were a kid. It's priceless, even I came over my sensitivity."

"Shuhuhuhut up!!! You're sthihihill ticklish." Mordecai moved to the latter's navel, and he screamed and clamped his arms down to cover up that one spot. "I GIHIHIVE!!! IHIHI GIVE!!!"

Mordecai stopped the timer, but he kept his usual position on his friend's waist. "Wow, dude. You're time is 30 secs, mine is 2:35."

"Yeah? What about it?!"

"Well you rm a long time ago when we played this game and we agreed on who ever loses gets tickle tormented till the winner let's up?" Mordecai was inches away from Rigby's face, to the point he can feel the raccoon's face radiating heat. He was blushing tenfold, only bc the position he was in made him alot a little embarrassed.

"No! We are NOT doing that!!! I've always hated it, bc I always lost!!!"

"Then why'd you keep agreeing to play the game, if u knew u were gonna lose?" Mordecai gave him this teasy snarky smirk.

"It- bc... of!! um... SHUT UP!!"

"well..." The blue bird pinned the racoon's arms above his head. "This will not end well for you, I can say that much. Because I don't feel like stopping anytime soon."

"NO! MORDECAI!! DON'T!!!!"

And with that, Rigby's laughter echoed through out the house, Benson heard them, and came up to stop their shenanigans since they have work to do. So that gumball machine may just have saved someone's life.

[fili-oeuvre]

{ in the wilderness, close to the beginning of night }

Noah fidgeted with a stick. It was a fairly long one, but he figured that it would make a better torch than the tinier ones he had found. He broke off a piece of it to make it a more preferable length for a torch.

Noah: [ of course I get lost right before the sun goes down, typical, I didn’t even want to be o it, but someone used up all of the peppermint leaves and OF COURSE they send me out to get more instead of waiting until morning ] *he quickly ignited the wraps at the end of the stick and it lit into a small fire that draw to consume the end of the stick*

He shuffled to his feet, glancing around with the new light of his makeshift torch. The sun had started to set, casting the world in fleeting light as it slowly disappeared over the horizon.

Noah looked back at the way he had gone and walked. He shouldn't be too far. He had only gone about 4 miles in until he had found what he needed. It would likely be an hour and a half walk, but he was always a fast walker.

Noah: [ why did these plants have to grow this far out? I swear I have the worst luck ]

He continued walking, passing a gnarled tree. It had a strange knot in its trunk as if someone had purposely twisted that section and left it to there like some kind of lump at the tree's core.

He gave it a passing glance before turning back towards the trail he was on.

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{ 20 minutes later }

Noah: [ at least its not raining, that would make this walk feel even longer ]

The sounds of the night were a slight comfort, made him less alone. Crickets played their songs and frogs croaked from the streams. Owls hooted from the branches, adding their voices to the chorus of the night. There were even a few fireflies that occasionally glowed in the darkness. It was a lot better than still, empty silence. It was almost relaxing, how peaceful everything seemed.

He came to a point where he walked by a tree, stopping he looked up at the tree. It was... the same one he had passed at the beginning. The same twisted knot at the midsection of the tree's trunk. The same bent stature like the tree was struggling to stand upright.

Noah: [ didn't I... pass this tree already? ] *he thought for a moment, surely he hadn't gone in a circle* *maybe it was a different tree, there were a lot of trees in the forest and there were bound to be some with knots and bends to them* [ it's fine, I'll just make sure to walk straight this time ]

He shook off the uneasy feeling that was being to rest on him like an unwanted layer of snow. He walked passed the tree, trying to think of something to keep him calm.

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{ 40 minutes later }

He must be making progress by now. He had passed by a small river that he hadn't the first time, so he felt confident that he hadn't looped around like he did the first time.

Noah: [ I'll see the lights of home in the distance soon, I hope that some dinner is still left over, hopefully Arnold didn't eat my portion agian ]

It was darker by this point. The sun setting completely about 10 minutes ago, leaving the world in total darkness.

He wasn't too scared, though he couldn't help glancing over his shoulder every time he heard a sound. This feeling of being watched hadn't stopped since the sun went down, but he couldn't see anything in the darkness.

Luckily, he had a torch to light his way and he felt assured that the light would keep the wild animals away.

Noah: *he took a shaky breathe to try and calm his nerves* [ don't worry, you've been walking for a while and you've covered good ground by now, everything is fi— ]

There at least ten feet away, faintly illuminated by the light of the torch, was the same tree.

The center of the knot looked at him as if it was an eye. Almost like it was taunting him.

Noah: [ that's not possible! I was sure that I walked straight that time! I couldn't have gone in a circle again, I was making progress! ]

A sudden snap of branches pulled his attention from his thoughts as he whirled around towards the direction of the sound.

Nervous sweat rolling down his neck as his eyes scanned the darkness, almost like he was waiting for something to jump out at him.

It was then that he noticed how the other sounds of the night seemed to have stopped. He was about to excuse it as just being his fear playing a trick on him. His mind playing tricks on him.

A louder snap, this time closer, made him jump.

Fear creeped up his body like a thousand tiny spiders. Goosebumps spread across his arms and legs. Even the hair on the back of his neck was standing on end.

More snaps came from in front of him, but also around him on the sides. It sounded like multiple people were moving around at once, but they didn't sound human.

A part of him wondered if it was those strange shape-changing people that he had heard about. That didn't ease his fear at all though, as his mind went through the several stories he had heard of those strange non-humans carrying people off and leaving their bodies to rot, either dangling them from trees or mauling them beyond recognition.

Then, a sound right at the edge of the torch's light snapped his terrified gaze towards the direction of it.

In what felt like an instant, hundreds of glowing eyes appeared from the darkness in front of him as if they had just spawned out of nowhere.

Somewhere in his mind, a primal instinct yelled one simple word: RUN.

He turned and ran.

He heard what sounded like thousands of footsteps following behind him, but he just kept running. He nearly tripped on several tree roots and rocks as he went, but he didn't slow down.

Even as his lungs burned and his legs begged him to stop, his mind screamed at him to keep running and somehow, he did.

After what felt like forever, he tripped on a tree root as he looked to the side after seeing something illuminated by the fire from the corner of his eye.

He unceremoniously fell to the ground, somehow not dropping the torch and narrowly missing setting his hair on fire.

Noah: *groans from the pain* *sitting up and wiping the dirt from his face* *he had scraped his knees when he tripped, but the adrenaline caused him to not feel it yet*

He glanced up and was surprised to hear that the sounds had seemingly... stopped.

He slowly looked around him, moving the torch to try and see around him.

Noah: [ maybe whatever it was left? ] *he held off on feeling any sort of relief*

Just then, a voice, sounding as if it was being spoken from numerous people at once, came from all around him from within the darkness.

“You don’t belong here. Do you?”

He looked around frantically, scrambling back up to his feet in case he needed to run again. Trying to see who or what was speaking, but all he saw was pitch black.

Then a sound of footsteps came from right in front of him. A figure slowly came into view as it stepped into the proximity of the torch's light.

It was a... deer?

By the torch’s light, he could see that it was a young buck. A set of long, curled antlers atop its head. It stared at him with empty eyes that were illuminated by the light of the fire.

It made its eyes look as if they were glowing bright red.

“A little creature so far from home.”

The same voice that he had heard prefer emitted from the deer. It didn’t look like it was moving its mouth to speak the words, more just lazily opening and closing its mouth as the words spilled from it.

Then, hundreds of footsteps sounded from all around them. Hoofed feet crunching the leaves and dirt of the forest floor as they circled around, just outside of the fire’s small light.

The buck remained unfazed by the sounds, creeping closer to him. It was unafraid of the fire, as if it had seen it many times and was simply not put off by its presence.

“So small and frail. In such a big forest.”

The buck made a face as if it was trying to smile, its head tilted to the side in an unnatural way.

“Even you know that you shouldn’t be out here.”

Noah couldn’t take his eyes off of the buck. Its eyes were so… hauntingly beautiful.

The other deer crept closer to him, but he didn't acknowledge them or even move an inch. He just kept looking at the buck in front of him, staring into its shining eyes.

The eyes of the other deer began to glow from the fire as they walked closer. They walked in unison, as if they were a synchronized unit who had practiced these steps before.

"You don't need to worry though."

The buck smiled at him again, that same unnatural smile.

"We'll keep you safe."

Then an unnatural wind blew from behind Noah, snuffing the flame of the torch within a single gust.

Leaving Noah and the deer to be engulfed by the darkness of the night.

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Beneath the Wreckage part 10

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Arina awoke the next morning to the calming sound of birds chirping outside the window. Other than that, the only sound filling the cozy St. Petersburg bedroom was soft, slow breaths.

Still sore from being shot, Arina stretched her body slightly and groaned, but paused when she felt a weight resting on her chest. Looking down at an awkward angle, she saw Natasha’s red hair splayed across her torso. With a small smile, she laid her head back down on the pillow and played with the red locks of hair.

For the next two hours, she didn’t move a muscle.

When Natasha eventually began to stir atop Arina’s chest, Arina was both thankful and upset. Natasha realized that she was cuddling Arina, and immediately sat upright on the bed.

“Morning, Talia. Sleep well?” Arina teased with a smirk.

“I slept fine. Breakfast?” Natasha suggested nervously.

“Yeah, let’s go,” Arina agreed as she began to get out of bed.

“No, no, no,” Natasha stopped her, pushing her back down onto the bed. “You need rest. I’ll make it and bring it to you.”

“Natasha-”

“Don’t even try to argue with me. I’ll be back soon.”

With that, Natasha left the bedroom. Knowing how stubborn Nat was, Arina didn’t try to argue, and instead sat on the bed, thinking over the past few weeks. When a few minutes later she began to smell smoke, she yelled out, “Everything okay out there?”

“Everything’s fine! Don’t worry about it!” Natasha yelled back, followed by a panicked, “Mom! Come here please!”

Arina listened intently for the next ten minutes, but it sounded like everything had gotten under control.

Natasha eventually came back through the bedroom door, a determined scowl on her face and a tray of steaming food in her hands. “It’s not much,” she said as she set the breakfast tray on Arina’s lap, “but I did the best I could.”

“It’s more than enough, Talia,” Arina assured her. “Thank you. You didn’t have to do this.” Natasha only shrugged in response.

Arina patted the spot next to her, and Natasha sat down. They shared the tray of food in comfortable silence.

Arina couldn’t help but think about how nice it felt to wake up next to Natasha, without anything threatening the passion the two of them shared. Natasha couldn’t help but think about the possibility of losing Arina; she almost had lost her, and the thought of it tore her apart.

Sensing Talia’s distress, Arina gently traced soft shapes on Natasha’s hand, without looking away from her pancakes. Natasha looked up, examining Arina’s side profile.

“I want to marry you,” she blurted out suddenly. Arina nearly choked on her food, looking at Natasha with wide eyes. “I know you’re not ready, and I don’t care if you never are. As long as I have you by my side, I don’t care about anything else. I’m so unbelievably in love with you, so enthralled that I don’t even know how to express it. But I just need you to know that I love you,” Natasha finished.

There was a tense minute of silence as they stared into each other’s eyes. Arina finally swallowed the remaining pancake in her mouth. Her eyes jumped between both of Natasha’s, and then she quickly leaned in and pressed a short, gentle peck to Natasha’s lips.

This time, Natasha was the one left wide-eyed.

Arina shot her a brief, small but sincere smile, then went back to focusing on her pancakes.

Natasha watched her chew for several seconds, then asked, “What was that for?” Arina looked at her, still chewing, and just shrugged. “Well…I-” Natasha stuttered, sighing with defeat. “That’s not fair,” she whined.

Arina only shrugged again. 

They once again sat in silence until Arina finished eating. She placed the tray on the bedside table, then adjusted her body so she was facing Natasha.

“I need you by my side, too,” she finally said. I love you too.

“Okay. Good.” Natasha briefly glanced down to Arina’s lips, but was unsure. Arina noticed, and leaned forward to meet Natasha in a slow kiss that said more than she could even understand. Natasha tangled her hands in Arina’s brown hair, trying her hardest to pull the other woman as close as possible. Arina slipped her tongue into Natasha’s mouth, gripping her waist tight.

“Oh, ew,” Yelena exclaimed after opening the bedroom door. “Next time put a sock on the door or something.”

Arina broke away from Natasha, refraining from laughing at the younger Russian’s disgust.

“Really, Yelena? You couldn’t have knocked? What do you want?” Natasha asked her sister.

“Well, I wanted to talk to Arina, but I can see that she’s a very busy woman.”

“What’s up, Lena?” Arina asked, still trying not to laugh at Yelena’s scowl.

“I need to talk to you. Alone, preferably.” She looked pointedly at her sister, who then stood up with a sigh.

“I’ll be in the living room,” Natasha told you, closing the bedroom door after she left.

“Lena, is everything okay?”

Yelena leaned against the door, looking up at the ceiling as she thought over how she wanted to say this. “What do we do now?” the blonde finally asked.

“What do you mean?”

“The Red Room is gone. The Widows are free. Dreykov and Madame B are dead. So what now? Who are we supposed to be? Where are we supposed to go?”

Arina stood up and crossed the room, leaning against the wall next to Yelena. “You do whatever you want, and you go wherever you want.”

“I don’t even know what I want.”

“Yeah, I get that. Trust me.”

“So what did you do?”

“I hid. In a bunker. Alone. For years. But I wouldn’t recommend that. You have us, Lena. Don’t forget that, okay?”

“So, you and Natasha, huh? That’s a thing now?”

“Shut up. Don’t change the subject.”

“No, no, it’s a good thing. I’ve been rooting for the two of you since I was six.”

“Well…thanks, I guess.”

“I hope it works out. Really, I do. But if you hurt her in any way, I will show you new kinds of pain that you couldn’t conjure up in your worst nightmares.”

“Noted. But I don’t plan on ever hurting her. I need her by my side.”

“Okay, well, I don’t need to hear the sappy shit. Come on, I’m sure Natasha is just bouncing in her seat waiting to see you again,” Yelena concluded dryly. She opened the door and exited the bedroom.

Arina followed her into the living room, biting back a smile when she made eye contact with Natasha. She sat down next to the redhead and watched as Yelena bickered with Melina and Alexei over something completely pointless and random.

“What did she want to talk about?” Natasha asked quietly.

“Just asked what we’re gonna do now that our pasts are out of the way.”

“And? What did you tell her?”

“She can do whatever she wants. And that I’m not going anywhere.”

Natasha nodded gratefully at that. “I’m glad to hear it.” They both smiled shyly, getting lost in each other’s eyes once again.

“I swear to god, if you two start making out I’m kicking both of you out of this house,” Yelena warned sharply.

Natasha grabbed a notebook off the floor and hucked it at Yelena’s head. Yelena started spitting profanities at Natasha in Russian, and Melina cut in, telling them to get along.

It would be a long road, but yeah, Arina could get used to this. She could learn to love again. Because if she fell in love with Natalia Alianova Romanova when they were only eleven years old, she could sure as hell stay by Natasha’s side for the rest of their lives.

[alolanroy]

2024 Watch Thread-Part 3

Part 2: https://www.tumblr.com/alolanroy/743462089395470336/2024-watch-thread-part-2?source=share

Lensman (anime): Sometimes lost media is bad. I'm glad it was found, but it still wasn't good 3/10

Attack of the Killer Tomatoes: It got a few sensible chuckles out of us, but I'm glad they figured out how to make comedies funny after this. 5/10

Zombie vs Ninja (aka The Undertaker of Sohwa Provence). A South Korean parody of Chinese Kung-fu movies billed as ninjas for the US market. Imagine a turducken if every layer was racism. -5/10

Star Wars Jedi: Survivor: While my PC and Unreal were fighting for their lives, this janky game blew me away. Rarely do we get sequels that truly feel iterative, let alone head and shoulders better than their predecessors. It continually fed me new toys and mechanical twists. I think I'll remember this as both a fun action game and as an outstanding metroidvania. It made me remember that I liked Star Wars, and for that I am thankful. 9/10

Protodoid Delta: I see what they are trying to do here, but it just wasn't fun. just a lot of generic platforming and combat that didn't feel right. Weak buster shots and a three-hit melee I didn't find reliable do not a combat system make. 3/10

Blades: Not quite funny enough for the comedic premise, but for my friends who hadn't seen jaws, it still was enough of a thriller to hold their interests -5/10

Monster Squad: I feel like if this came out when I was a kid, this would have been my favorite movie of all time. The fun monster madness and tone was almost enough to distract me from how the horrible pan'n'scan always found a way to crop out the black buddy-cop, even when he was the one speaking. 7/10

Star Wars The Bad Batch: In all fairness, I stopped only a few episodes in, but this just felt like Dave Filloni playing with his action figures. No real tension, just a parade of his OCs talking to each other, mostly with the same voice. I don't really care to find out if it gets better, because all I've seen is people get excited that more characters from Clone Wars show up. I want a good show, not reminders of a good show. 4/10

Goldeneye: I'm glad Bond isn't quite as brutish with women as the franchise was historically, but while watching it with someone who had never seen a Bond movie before, it occurred to me how strange this movie is without the context it is trying to respond to. 6/10

Battle Star Wars: There wasn't much battle or wars in this one. The stars were allright, but I would've preferred maybe some different hallways or a second hill in the California desert. Hell, I think a second jpeg of the Earth might've gone along way. Besides one of the most funny-bad costumes I've ever seen, this was utterly forgettable. -2/10

Gundam Seed Freedom: This might actually be the most frustrating movie I have ever seen. It made me so mad that I, no joke, walked out to the lobby and stared at an arcade machine to cool off. The writing on display is insanely bad. The first half hour is a sequence of scenes where characters state their thoughts and exposit about a fanfiction-tier plot that barely makes sense. If you liked the cuck arc from Seed Destiny, you will love this movie. It doubles down on the concentric melodrama to a point where everyone has to just be cartoonishly mean-spirited and has the same ending as Destiny, down to the macguffin. 0/10

The Intruder (1962): The day of Roger Corman's passing, this film came up a few times. I took a chance and within a minute and a half I knew this would be a winner. I've never seen a film more quickly and elegantly set up that a character might as well be the devil. Shatner is absolutely fucking evil in this role and it is GREAT. The more I read about this film the more ballsy I realize it was. allegedly this was filmed using mostly actual locals given a watered-down script. All those teens actually went through integration the year before. absolutely wild. 10/10

The Last Man on Earth (1964): Wow, I can't belive that Will Smith Movie 'I am Legend' ripped this off. *Checks Wikipedia* Oh. 7/10

Vikingdom: When people say that a movie feels like a videogame, Ithink this is what they should mean. I would describe it as Jason and the Argonauts by way of a ps3 action game. Cheap as hell, but willing to go hard at random intervals. Shoutout to the sequence in the land of the dead. 6/10

The Cat Who Wore Sunglasses: I'm no expert on Czec new wave cinema, but I think that this was pretty neat. However, I'm not sure that it really fit the mood of a Costco Pizza movie night. 7/10

Dragonball: The Magic Begins: This movie is a laugh-riot mix of good wuxia action and bursts of some laughable CG...until it slows to a crawl at Kame House for like and hour and kills all its energy. The remaster they had on Amazon was gorgeous, but uncanny since these movies aren't usually accessible in any quality. The funniest takeaway was that the production interpreted anime hair as an 80s hong kong action lady perm, so Goku ended up looking a little they/them. -7/10

Blood of Zeus Season 2: I feel as though I can't speak for it much since this is clearly part 1 of a two part story, but it certainly is cut from the Castlevania mold. It does have better forward momentum than its predecessors, but the main party feels almost auxiliary to the other plotlines. I kinda forgot what they were supposed to be doing. 6/10

Everyone is in LA: I don't think the first batch of guests really grabbed me. If this ever got the chance to 'get good' they might be on to something. 4/10

Teldryn Serious: I get what they were going for, but it didn't really work for me. On the literal side, the quest objectives for the last third broke for me. Otherwise, I felt kind of confused because I guessed what was going on before I was supposed to, so I wasn't sure why the story hadn't caught up. 4/10

The Fall of the House of Usher: I think a lot of Japanese RPGMaker and VNs owe Poe and Corman money. Entertaining, but not mind-blowing 7/10

A.D. Police: It had some real cool energy and episodes, but its sure...uh... ended. 7/10

Gundam Twilight Axis: This is a prime example of the cutoff point between a series of scenes and a story 3/10

Skyrim-Mirai: I won't judge this too harshly since I really do feel teenage wish-fulfilment radiating off of this mod. When it clicked for me that Mirai has essentially the same narrative as Serana, and the romance post-game is longer than her main quest...I knew I had to meet it it's level. Not sure I like her ambiguous age, but I chalk it up to harmless fanfiction cringe. 6/10

Jiu Jitsu: With a little editing, this could have been an all-timer martial arts vs. predator mashup movie with a cool alien costume. Nick Cage is in it for a surprising amount and the martial arts is shot pretty fun. Sadly the movie as it exists starts off poorly and gives the impression that the movie is less ambitious than it might actually be. As a result I tuned out for the first half. 4/10

Dick Tracey: The funny makeup and production design does its best, but the awful pacing kneecaps the flow it has at the start. 4/10

Year One: uuugh -3/10

Wizards of the Lost Kingdom: We really had to make our own fun on this one. Except that gnomes, those were great -4/10

Jack-Of-All-Trades!? A Day in the Life of Master Micchi: The geats cast really is at its best once the series is over. These characters are just funny to follow around without the end of the world looming. 5/10

Kamen Rider Geats: 4 Aces and the Black Fox: This would have scored a full point higher if the main villains weren't a greasy discord mod/discord kitten pair that just did not fit the sick recolor of Geats 9. The brief pre-production view of Gotchard made me sad about what we ended up getting. 5.5/10

Kamen Rider The Winter Movie: Gotchard & Geats Strongest Chemy★Great Gotcha Operation: I know getting turned into a marketable plushie is a meme and all, but this was hilarious. Until it turns into a generic Rider movie in the last third, the puppets are funny as hell and the Geats cast shines so well against the mildness of the chemies. 6/10

[lifewithoutmeds]

January 28, 2023

saturday afternoon, 5:28 p.m.

finishing off the last of my laphroaig scotch with two ice cubes. the sun is setting/has just set, and i just came back from a quick 15-minute pee walk with kiwi. i’m planning on going to a Hot Flash (lesbian event) tonight at 8, so i’ll probably/hopefully be able to take kiwi out on a quick 15-minute pee walk at 7 so i feel comfortable for the night.

life with Kiwi is slowly becoming regular. on my WFH days, i walk her around 6:30 a.m., noon, and between 5 and 7, occasionally both. i wait on emails, i wonder how to fill out my timecard, and i fill my time between waiting and working with small tasks on my to-do list: make the bed, wash some dishes, let them dry/rotate them, check the mail. now it’s punctuated by three walking sessions with kiwi and two feeding sessions, and the ever-present reading, vacuuming, and checking of the mail, etc.

today i was initially supposed to go to switzer’s to hike with kiwi and rhiannon, but last night rhiannon mentioned that she’d be better up for a walk than a hike, so we met up around 10:40 a.m. and we walked to and from brand park, which took just about an hour and a half. she then played with kiwi a bit and kiwi got a bit too rough with the tug-of-war rope and accidentally bit my thumb, so i had to stop so i could rinse the blood off, stop the bleeding, and bandage it up.

i made us brunch (BLT’s), and we walked and talked and played with kiwi. around 2 she headed out and i went to the burbank animal shelter to pick up some more food for kiwi, looked briefly for hiking sandals at the local nordstrom rack, then came back home and resumed my chores/reading. it felt like a pretty productive day and i even managed to sort out/organize a couple of the kitchen drawers that had gotten a bit out of hand. such a contract to how i was feeling just a few days ago when i just felt so out of my mind, so frantic and anxious and full of some unknown dread/horror of the past/present/future. i think some of that might be due to my reduction of meds, because day to day, life has been fairly consistent and not too bad.

tonight is the Hot Flash lesbian event for lesbians 30 and over, which i’m pretty excited to go to. i haven’t been to a queer event in a while, and it’ll be nice to go to one in which i’ll be on the average/younger side for once. i also took a shower which felt nice after sweating a bit during the hike. it felt good to exert, sweat, and then wash it off, very poetic, very .... complete.

i still have another couple hours before the event and i’m not exactly sure how i’ll spend it. i’ll probably finish up this entry, take kiwi out, and maybe read?

i was thinking the other day that one time when i was talking to my aunt while she was visiting in december, and i was sort of bemoaning the passage of another year with nothing to show for it. i hadn’t lost weight, saved much money, gone anywhere, done anything, even read anything meaningful, but just gotten fatter and unhappier, etc., and she noted, that i was more rested, and i stopped and thought about that. how since starting work in the marina and especially when dating jadai, i never felt rested. i wanted to nap so badly, or just to stop, and to say no to social engagements, and just lie down. she’d get annoyed with me that all i seemed to want to do was lie down and stare at my phone, and she took it personally, but i now think that during our relationship, i was very tired, i was downright exhausted. there was dates with her, or even just watching tv shows/movies, constantly walking/taking cooper out, constantly going to queer events, fundraisers, all of her friends getting engaged/married/turning 30, etc. it seemed it was always something and i remember asking specifically if we could schedule in days in which we did nothing, in which we cleaned, and got together donations, and dropped things off at the toxic waste center (batteries, dead electronics, etc.)

so maybe i can say that 2022 was a year of rest. it felt like a wasted year, but i rested. i slept a lot. i played hours of games on my phone. i ate a lot of edibles. i mean, maybe it wasn’t productive, but maybe i just needed to survive. maybe i just needed to sleep.

this year (hope i don’t jinx myself), it’s been about productivity. budgeting! goals! no spend/low spend january! daily chores!

and already it’s been going pretty well so far. i’ve journaled regularly, read regularly (on my fourth book of the year), fostered a dog, started budgeting/saving money, and moved my CD account into another, better, higher yield CD account, as well as moved my savings to a higher interest savings account. i’m making small/modest moves with my money but that makes me feel more aware of what i have.

the next thing i need to seriously tackle is my weight, mostly, i need to eat less. i don’t want to do too many drastic things at once but i’m hoping it at least helps that i’m : walking more (with kiwi) drinking less (by going out less and trying to spend less) cooking more (fewer fancy dinners with lo and just going out in general)

i got some protein on sale (chicken thighs, rockfish, and ground turkey), and am basing meals around them: panko baked chicken with salad, battered rockfish with rice, ground turkey with marinara sauce and angel hair pasta.

things feel ok (although once more, i had 1-2 mild breakdowns just in the last few days), and i’m hoping i can keep up these fairly modest gains/wins.

[rawrki]

attention, please!

pairing boyfriend!riki x gn!reader genre fluff! teeny tiny bit of angst! reader had a tough day :( riki was being mean but redeemed himself afterwards (self aware king!)

wc 760+

a/n when will i write something that isn't about riki? probably never... he's on my mind 24/7

"riki"

no response.

"rikii" you tried again, looking up at him and poking his arm.

he makes a noncommittal noise and refuses to stop his game.

"nishimura riki if you don't reply me i'm breaking up with you"

"as if" you see him roll his eyes as he responds smugly.

he had texted you to come over to his place to cuddle but when you arrived half an hour ago he was lying on his bed playing call of duty mobile and hadn't given you any attention since. he kept saying "last round" but he had played 2 "last" rounds since then.

you were upset as you just wanted his attention and for him to cuddle like he said you would!

sighing in resignation, you roll over to face the opposite direction and shove your head into the pillow. after a few moments of silence, riki finally speaks to you properly.

"y/n," riki calls your name.

still feeling upset from what he had been doing (or rather not doing) you decided to ignore him.

"y/nnn baby"

the pout on his face is evident through his voice but you refuse to give in. he had ignored you for 30 minutes! and you were genuinely upset. why would he focus on his stupid game when you were right there and he was the one who called you over in the first place!

"love, you aren't actually upset right?"

stupid men, you thought. of course you were upset! you made the entire trip to his house (it was only a 10 minute walk but still!) and he didn't want to give you the cuddles he had promised. not to mention you had a long day but you still obliged his request to come over.

unbeknownst to you, slow tears trickled down you face as you were lost in thought. riki leaned over to look at your face and made an alarmed noise.

"y/n are you okay?? i'm so sorry! i switched off my phone i promose. i didn't mean to ignore you, i should've paid attention to you. please forgive me? y/n?" he panicked and apologised profusely and turned you over to engulf you in a hug and look down at your face.

"huh?" you were confused by his sudden change in demeanour until he started wiping the tears on your cheeks away with his palms. his hands covered both sides of your face as he continued to wipe away the tears.

"i'm sorry y/n i didn't mean it. i got carried away! the new skin just came out and i really wanted to grind for it... please forgive me?" he tried again, looking at you with his puppy eyes. how could you not forgive him when he was so cute?

you huffed for the nth time that night and just shoved your face into his chest while hugging him tighter. after a moment, you felt his hands rub up and down your back soothingly.

"are you okay baby? i'm sorry for making you cry," he said gently. you shook your head against his chest.

"s'not your fault. rough day," you mumbled out, sighing and relaxing into his embrace.

"i'm sorry, it's still my fault. i wasn't paying attention to you," he murmured into your hair before planting a kiss on your forehead.

"apology accepted only if you give me a kiss," you tilt your head upwards in anticipation, eyes still shut.

"of course love, you didn't have to ask," he replies with a small giggle, giving you a peck on the lips. before you can ask for another one, riki began to plant kisses on your nose, cheeks, eyelids, and all over your face. the two of you ended up giggling and you open one eye to look at him. you startled slightly at his proximity before smiling and pecking him on the lips.

"okay, you're forgiven i guess," you tell him with feigned reluctance.

"you guess??" riki says incredulously, his eyes widening.

"what do you mean you guess."

"don't do it again. next time, the consequences will be dire," you joke.

"yes ma'am," he salutes and you slap his arm weakly at his antics.

riki pulls you in for another right hug and both of you spend the rest of the night talking about each other's days.

there was no place more comfortable to lie in than in his arms.