#i think my brain shut down from this i cant lie

[anbybeingcool]

thanks for the tag!!! :)

i cant lie i had to think for so long about this because suddenly i felt like i had never seen a movie before 😭

1. But I’m a Cheerleader- a classic. i’m a lesbian. do i need to elaborate more?? seriously though i love seeing gay people in love and it’s soooooo funny. first time i watched it something changed inside of me

2. The Incredibles- the only super hero movie EVER!!! i love this silly little movie soooo much

3. Your Name- GODDDDDDD your name…. what can i say about your name…. truly nothing….. a masterpiece…… i love your name so much 🫶🫶🫶 reminds me of my bff and that makes it so much better!!

4. Nope- look it IS a comfort movie if you look in the right places and ignore the existential dread that comes with every watch!!!! it is actually just a movie about two siblings bonding and having a silly fun time!!!

5. Teen Beach Movie- I LOVE TEEN BEACH MOVIE!!!! ITS SO GOOD AND NO ONE CAN TELL ME THAT MCKENZIE AND LELA ARENT IN LOVE!!!! i love teen beach movie it’s such a good movie it’s so insane how much i love it. another movie that reminds me of one of my bffs!! so much fun. it’s incredible every time

6. The Polar Express- i will defend this movie until the end of time. i love it so much. my favorite christmas movie since childhood. makes me cry EVERY TIME!!! literally had to veto showing it at my preschool christmas party because i knew it would make me cry. THE MUSIC…. THE MESSAGE…. THE ANIMATION…. THE STORY….. i do not care if people think that the animation is creepy its gorgeous and beautiful to me and i will love this movie until the end of time. THATS ALLL I WANT WHEN CHRISTMAS COMES TO TOWN😭😭💔💔💔💔 ARE YOU SERIOUS?????

7. Pride and Prejudice (2005)- god. i am. so. insane about pride and prejudice. i am apart of the large majority that thinks of the hand clench scene every day of my life. literally crazy. THEY WERE SO INSANE FOR THAT!!!

8. Sing- I AM SO INCREDIBLY NORMAL ABOUT SING. I AM SO INCREDIBLY NOTMAL ABOUT JOHNNY SINGING IM STILL STANDING. IM SO NORMAL ABOUT MIKE SINGING I DID IT MY WAY. IM SO INCREDIBLY NORMAL ABOUT FOUND FAMILY SINGING ANIMALS. I CANNOT LIE BUSTER MOON IS THEEEE CHARACTER OF ALL TIME. i adore sing so much i cant

9. Happy Death Day- saw it for my bday the year it came out and have not gotten over it tbh!! ITS SO GOOD LIKE YOU GUYS DONT GET IT OKAY ITS SOOOOOOO GOOD!!!! i rewatch it every year and every year i love it🫶 so fun so silly so weird.

10. The Edge of Seventeen- i have such a soft spot for this movie. it’s so teenage girl and i just love it dearly for that. i have no intelligent thoughts about this movie but it made me feel okay when i was younger and that’s all that truly matters in life!!

tagging- @stars-through-my-back @tesseract-s @mx-piggy @jellyinmybelly @honeycrisping @padmedala @soulminyg + anyone else who wants to!!! (my brain is fried from thinking of movies tbh💔)

Thanks @ofbooksandstardust for tagging me! Movies are literally one of my favorite things in the world!

Rules: posts 10 of your comfort movies and then tag 10 people

1. Dead poets society (1989): do i even need to say something? This movie is THE movie, it's literally perfect

2. Billy Elliot (2000): i literally grew up with this movie. I would watch it all the time with my mom and it's just so good <3

3. Mamma mia (2008): same reason as billy elliot (these two movies raised me). The setting, the songs, the cast, everything is perfect in this movie!

4. Charlie and the chocolate factory (2005): i honestly don't know what to say. It's just so much fun

5. Les Tuche (2011): french movie about a lower working class family winning 1 million € at the lottery and moving to monaco. The humour of this movie is so beauf as we say in french (i'm sorry i don't have any english word that fits) but i love it so much! Perfect for when i need a good laugh

6. Frozen (2013): i don't know what it is about this movie, i've seen it so many times and it just makes me so happy! I remember being like 12 and spending afternoons with my friend filming music vidéos for the songs, i also have another friend with who we sometimes look at each other and quote a scene. Just lots of good memories around this one <3

7. Little miss sunshine (2006): so good so fun so sad so lighthearted so deep so everything

8. The great Gatsby (2013): i'm in love with the aesthetics of this movie, it's so pretty to watch! I also love the (very random) soundtrack

9. Finding Nemo (2003): the first movie i was obssesed with! I would watch it all the time when i really young (like 2 or 3 years old)

10. Call me by your name (2017): makes me dream of spending my summers in a beautiful house somewhere in northern italy <3 the vibe of this movie is everything!! (the book made me really uncomfortable though)

Tagging @i-think-i-can-speak-here @floooooook @delightfullyterrible @anbybeingcool @waiting-for-that-feeling @givemea-dam-break

[the-wiggler]

I hope we kiss goodnight, it might just end my life

phyiscally cannot stop thinking about elliot and sunshine and im projecting bad in this fic but shhhh im allowed to.

sypnosis: sunshine cant sleep, except when elliot is around. [title is from Kiss Goodnight by IDKHOW]

word count: 1.1k

Their eyes slowly fluttered open, blue morning light washing over their room, tinting everything in the same hue. They were facing the ceiling now, their blanket tangled between their legs. 6 am. Their eyes fluttered shut, a weary sigh filling the empty room. That was what…2 hours of sleep? It’s better this way. Force themselves to sleep later, the self-induced insomnia meant that their brain prioritises deep sleep over REM, the dream-having sleep phase. That was what their therapist said anyway. Less sleep means less REM means less dreams means less nightmares.

Sure, it was an “unhealthy” coping mechanism, with its “averse” side effects, and a method their therapist “highly discouraged”. But if it meant fewer nightmares, Sunshine would brave the sluggishness, the irritation, the occasional nausea and the concerned looks from their friends.

Like now, as they sat on the worn, soft couch of Elliot’s apartment. Sinking into the worse-for-wear leather, scratched and faded in a way that perfectly matched Elliot’s second-hand-vintage-found-on-the-side-of-the-road-borderline-trash-esque design choices, they avoided the watchful gaze of their friend and hoped that their concealer had done a good enough job to cover their eyebags.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, because I think you look amazing as you are, Sunshine,” He chuckled, settling down next to them, “But, uh, you’re looking a little….worse for wear.”

Ok so maybe the concealer wasn’t doing the best job.

They waved their hand dismissively, making up some excuse about jobs, life, busy this, busy that, no time to rest. It came easily now. Lying, that is. And it wasn’t really a lie, they had filled and jam-packed their schedule full of random events to avoid a moment of rest, should they accidentally slip back into the ever-inviting embrace of sleep.

Not good enough for Elliot, though. As they watched his brow furrow in a way that made them want to instinctively smooth out, they racked their brain to reassure Elliot. There was, after all, no need to pile on more shit to Elliot’s plate.

“I’ve just been having trouble sleeping is all,” They reassured him quickly, “Nothing to worry about, I got some melatonin pills and it’s just taking some time to get used to.”

He conceded with one last concerned look, before turning his attention to the TV. “Alright, so, I was thinking for tonight, we could watch…The Tunnel? Or….Final Prayer?”

Now it was their turn to quirk an eyebrow. “You want to watch a horror movie? Mr. Never Watched FNAF, Mr. Scared of the Babadook, Mr-”

“Ok listen, I think we both know that the 4th FNAF game is genuinely horrifying. And, well, no, I’d much rather watch an actually feel-good movie. But if my bestest friend of all time has been raving about how wonderful this movie is, and has been feeling down, I will concede and watch whatever mind-fucky content you so eagerly consume as a coping mechanism. I’m simply fulfilling my best friend duties. No matter how messed up it is. And I will ignore how the fact that you watch horror movies as a coping mechanism is a major red flag and possibly a sign of a budding serial killer. Because I’m such a good friend. The best, even. ”

They scoff indignantly, “Ok, yeah I’m the serial killer. Says the one whose forever excuse is Sorry, was burying the bodies.”

It always starts like this. As Elliot loads up the movie, they make sure to maintain a completely platonic distance between them, two friends sitting on a couch, five feet apart because they are not pining for their ridiculously attractive, soft-hearted best friend. Elliot scoots closer, the leather dipping under his weight, forming a crater around them, cocooning them together, pushing Elliot closer to them. They feign annoyance as Elliot shoots a mischievous look at them. “Oh don’t think you’re getting away scot-free, Sunshine. I might be sacrificing several nights of sleep to cheer you up, but you’re going to be my human shield tonight. Trade-offs.”

Despite this, he wraps an arm around them, the dip of the couch pushing them snugly into his side. Who’s protecting who, Elliot? Regardless, they lean into his touch, his hand gently moving up and down their arm.

They blink.

The blanket around them definitely did not belong to them, but smelled familiarly comforting in a way that broke down all of Sunshine’s defences. Half asleep and not fully cognizant of their surroundings, they push themself deeper into the blanket burrow around them, instinctually chasing the fuzzy feeling of slowly waking up in the morning after a good, solid, rejuvenated night of sleep.

“Morning sleepyhead.” A familiarly husky voice; and the words don’t register, nothing but the groggy understanding that this voice emanated safety, understanding, and protection pulled Sunshine out of their dazed state. They push themselves up, rubbing their eyes to see Elliot standing there, morning hair unruly, beaming down at them. “You zonked out last night on my couch.”

Too groggy to come up with a retort, they lean into him as he sits next to them. He makes a noise of surprise, but otherwise lifts his arm to allow them to press into his side. “You’re oddly snuggly Sunshine,” He chuckles, pulling them closer, “And you fall asleep every time we hang out, am I that boring?” They half-heartedly slap his chest, feeling his chuckles reverberate through them. They sit there, in silence, simply enjoying the slow mornin in each others presence before Elliot clears his throat awkwardly.

“Anyways, uh, how was your sleep last night?”

“Good,” They mumble, “Slept well.” No nightmares, no dreams at all, actually rested. Better than they had all month

“That’s uh-that’s good.”

“Only ever sleep well when you’re around.” Still sleep-addled and fueled by the simple wants of the heart, they bring their arms to wrap around his torso, mumbling sleepily against his chest, “Maybe you’re magic.”

As they drift off back into a dreamless sleep, Elliot’s hands move to pull them in closer. Pressing a kiss to the crown of their head, he whispers, his voice impossibly soft, yearning dripping from his words, “Just for you, Sunshine.”

[kindnessisweakness2]

6

Opening her front door, Emily screamed in excitement at the sight of her best friend. Cara had flown all the way from England to visit her. She was on the first plane she could get once she had heard about what Noah had done. The 3am facetime call from a distraught Emily had Cara re-arranging work and getting a plane as soon as she could. "Oh My God! I cant believe your finally here, Car!" Emily hugged her friend so tight. She needed this. She needed her best friend. Cara and Emily were two peas in a pod. They grew up together and knew everything about eachother. The good, embarrassing and ugly. Dumping her bags in Emily's guest room, not even bothering to unpack, Cara slumped on her sofa. "Tell me everything." Emily smiled at her. Cara hasn't changed abit and for that she was thankful. "Nothing to tell babe, I'm fine." Cara looked pointedly at her best friend and Emily could feel her eyes prickling under her knowing gaze. "Are you trying to convince me or yourself?" Emily shook her head, trying her best at a smile. "No really, I'm good, honestly." The crack in her voice when she said it gave her away immediately. That was it. The floodgates opened and the tears came quick and fast. Cara pulled her close straight away as she sobbed into her friends chest. Sobbs turned in to borderline screams as all the hurt burst out of Emily. She had No one to turn to before Cara arrived. She hasn't been in Charming long so she had no close friends to turn to. She had friends from work ofcourse but none as close as Cara. "I-i just d-don't know what I did W-wrong-" she hiccupped trying to gain control of herself. "No." Cara snapped as she forced Emily to look up. "Fuck that. Fuck you for even allowing yourself to think that. That bastard is wrong. Cheating is the lowest of the low Em. To bring her home, invade YOUR personal space, your home. That disrespect is massive." Holding her face, Cara kissed her friends forehead. "Your amazing. And it's his fucking loss. I swear when i see him im gonna stomp on his balls." Emily smiled at her friend, despite the fresh tears flowing down her face. A knock on the door interrupted their moment. "I'll get it, you go unpack and get settled." Cara hugged her tight one last time before heading to her room. Emily wiped her eyes and quickly ran her hands through her wild hair, trying to make herself look less crazy. It was probably only the postman but she didn't want to open the door looking a state. She worked out very quickly gossip travelled fast in this town and she didn't want people knowing how much Noah had hurt her.

"Jax?" Confusion was clear in her voice as she opened her door. Worry crossed his face as soon as his eyes settled on her. Stepping forward, unable to stop himself he grabbed her face gently thumbs rubbing under her puffy eyes. "What's happened? Is something wrong?" Emily couldn't help but smile at his concern. "I'm fine." It was the same routine. Mask back on. Keep moving forward, put it away at the back of your brain. Jax clearly didn't believe her but didn't push it. "I've brought your Tupperware back from the other night." Unzipping his jacket he pulled the little blue lunchbag she had filled for him and handed it over. With a genuine smile she stepped back from the door way and let him come in. Shutting the door behind him, he followed her into the kitchen. "You didn't have to go out of your way to bring this back but thank you." Jax flashed her a smile as he leaned back against the counter. "Don't worry darlin' I was out this way anyway." A lie. But she didn't need to know that. Before Emily could say anything, Cara came bounding into the kitchen not noticing the new arrival. " So pick red or blue because I'm getting you laid tonight. Best way to get over a lad is get under another one is what they say isn't it?" Fiddling with the lacy underwear sets in her hand Cara didn't bother to look up. If she had she would've seen a bright red Emily and a smirking Jaxon Teller. "Car-" Emily tried to stop her ramblings but was cut off. " Not sure about the lace on this one, might be abit too much. You still have your nipple piercings in don't ya? Might have to avoid the lace. We want you rolling in pleasure not pain if you accidentally rip a titty off-" that was it. She couldn't stand it anymore. "CARA!" Emily screamed now tomato red. Looking up from the underware, Cara now spotted the god that was Jaxon Teller leaning against her friends counter, clearly enjoying this alittle too much. "Oh hello! I'm Cara, her best friend." Cara had no shame but Emily? Embarrassed was an understatement. "So what are the bars like in this town? We need young sexy men!" Emily covered her face with her hands at the boldness of her best friend. "Im not going drinking I'm getting inked tomorrow! You however have your fill! Charming is lacking in the sexy department though." Apart from Jaxon Teller, Emily mentally commented. "How about you guys come to the clubhouse tonight? There's always a party there. It'll make me feel better, you'll be safe there. Don't trust the bars in town all that much." The reluctance on Emily's face was obvious. Throwing his arm around her shoulders, Jax gave her a wink. "He won't be there darlin' I'll make sure. Also your friend wants Sexy men, where better to take her than the club house? We're the best looking fuckers around!"

With the pleading look on Cara's face and the smirk on Jax's, Emily quickly caved.

[dreamlanddeluxe]

pro-tip from someone who has had stretches pf insomnia like this since high school: (bc your posts makes it sound like a new development and like youre scared, so i want to help. sorry this unsolicited)

but literally?? fake it

fake sleeping. youre going to lie down, close your eyes, shift when youre uncomfortable, but keep your eyes closed and stay laying down. try to keep your mind as blank as possible, thats really hard for me specifically, so i legit will listen to videos or podcasts or music or ocean-waves as i fake-sleep (bonus, i found something that works for me 60, 70% of the time are those ASMR roleplay videos where it'll be like "your boyfriend/girlfriend talks to you while you sleep" or "you get confessed to while youre asleep" or literally anything where i have to "roleplay" being asleep?? weirdly? flips a switch and ill be KOed before the video ends. what the fuck. but thats niche as hell, idk if itll work for you, but it is an "experiment! you never know" encouragement)

and youre going to want to fake-sleep as best as you can, even if youre actually awake the whole 8+ hours, because it legit tricks your brain into thinking youre asleep enough that it gives you those chemicals you need from sleeping that help regenerate your energy and whatnot. like scientists found this works really well, insomniacs who did this instead of their phone or tasks or reading, even if they rarely fell asleep while fake-sleeping, not only recorded feeling a lot better than the control group who was not given this order to sleep like this, but also had more balanced chemical stuff. i like to akin ir to a cell-phone charge. youre not going to get the 100% you would from actually sleeping, but going from a 20% to a 65% is still p huge and very helpful. before i was told this tip, i literally would meditate to recoup; and shockingly meditation releases those same chemicals so like. i was already doing it. just. sitting up instead of laying down lol

also, please do talk to a doctor about getting a sleep study done or something if you have the insurance to afford it. but this is a tip you can do in the meantime in addition to other experimentations thatll help you out. youll still feel exhausted (esp if you cant quiet your brain. my AuDHD mind shuts the fuck when other people speak, so the audio-roleplay and podcast and video-essay people have been god-sends), you won't be that 100% refresh as i already said, but it also wont be AS compounded of an exhaustion which is so helpful when your metaphorical battery is just going down and down and down— to have SOMETHING charge it even a bit or just stall it. i dont want you to think this is a "youll feel back to normal!" cure-all; it truly is the epitome of a "well, thatll help it not get WORSE at any rate, and maybe a bit better" type of rhetoric

for now, i would recommend doing a fake-nap, pick x-amount of hours that feels most comfortable to you (my pick is usually 3 or 4, but my lil sister found she prefers 2 hour long fake-naps and my other lil sister just goes "fuck it, no fake-nap, only fake-sleep; im doing 8+ hours" lmao), see if it at least takes the edge off

i have said a lot of "temper your expectations" type of stuff but i will also say this: at one point, this tip literally saved my life. because i spent 2.5 months running on a total of 4 to 6 hours of legit-sleep per week or per week-and-a-half throughout. and that kinda shit, i belatedly found out, should mean i should be dead. but i was fake-sleeping at least 5 hours a night. and my family's doctor went "uhhhhh thank god i showed your mom that study i guess, omfg". so like. i swear it helps. just. ALSO temper your expectations on how much it helps lol

if this is unsolicited and feels unwarranted, i apologize. im not good at reading tone in text, and just wanted to help. i hope this does help you out, you got this, i believe in you!!

Hey no worries, I appreciate you taking the time to type all this out. Recently (like, within the past one to two years or so) I’ve been more prone to bouts of restlessness and the fake sleeping is actually something I practice and it does help me most of the time. I think right now it’s more of a stress induced sort of thing more than anything that’s led to me having more trouble. Might just be one of those things I gotta wait out to be honest. When I do have a moment where I can’t sleep right it doesn’t last more than a few days normally so I don’t imagine this being different I hope. Maybe seeing a doctor would help but I’ll be honest there’s a probably a few things I should be seeing a doctor about and I just don’t have the money for that lol. But still like I said I appreciate you taking the time to try and help me out and offer some advice that’s very kind of you 🫶

[jellyfishvibes]

hi jelly! what's your favourite headcanon about flora?

Oh god i have so many, you will be getting a Flora rant

Ok so love me a classic super nerd Flora, absolute grease monkey that girl, would casually rip off the back of the slate and fix something in there without pausing her sentence, I'd also pin her down as a sewing nerd, not just cause she was the one who made all the champions clothes but cause i think she has like a 3d puzzle brain, and both mechanical problems and clothing construction slot right into that perfectly (i have ideas about all the zelda's being some flavor of fiber art girlys but that's an aside thing)

I also!! love dragon traits!! on Flora!!! which is why i've be hesitating with her redesign cause my brain is struggling to figure out the engineer-draconic design marrying without it getting way too busy

Shes totally got autism, her and Wild got that opposite autism disease, he's strong silent very non verbal and shes a massive chatterbox that cant help herself but explain everything, he's super hands on with everything, can't help himself but touch to figure out what stuff is and shes super squiked out by texture and wears her gloves so she doesn't feel any bad sensations, i imagine she whacked off her hair cause she couldn't stand the feeling of it long but like put up with it because of her father/for the princess image? (also maybe inspired Riju to cut her own hair shorter, i love Riju and Flora being besties) Wild loved braiding her hair as a fidget thing and grew his own out cause he liked hers so much, I think she began to understand why he liked that so much when she cut her own and used her hairstyling knowledge on him, it's way more fun to do it to someone else then to wear those styles all day you know?

If she keeps some form of scales after totk i think she picks at them as a nervous habit (and probably gets multiple slaps on the wrist from Wild to not pull them for research Zelda please-) i also really like the idea of her like, back spike guys? being like fingernails, it that she still has the crystalline spikes back there and so she can still lie down on her back Wild helps her chip them down to like flat crystal discs on her back, they still probably grow and they need to be cut off regularly but she probably has a tonne of the crystal lying around and makes stuff out of it, also the antler horns! (this is not from my love of scott empires rivendell shut up) she keeps the antlers! and they have actual deer antler stuff! like they will just randomly fall off! and they will be super velvety when they regrow! the image of the soft velvet falling away to reveal like glowing holy crystal underneath is a sick af image and also its horrifically gorey looking cause the velvet has alot of blood vessels in it, i dont think its painful? it just looks like a horror movie lmao

I have some stupid ideas around both Wild and Flora having adhd, in the sense that Wild had the inattentive type and Flora the hyperactive type before everything, Wild being a knight spaces out very easily, is terrible with organizing his personal quarters, boredom is a mind killer and find focus on instructions and tasks near impossible, Flora as the princess with the weight of the world on her shoulders struggles with fidgeting and standing still, being impatient and acting out of turn, by 17 she had social rules all but beaten into her and is kind of living in a personally design hell, but after Wild comes out of the Shrine of Resurrection and after Flora wakes up from the 100 years of sealing Ganon and the millennia being a Dragon, they both now have the combined type lmao, being trapped for so long outside of time has made focus for Flora hard and fucked with her attention span, she also now spaces out alot, i think it would also have the exact opposite effect, and she would seek out excitement and desperately avoid boredom and quiet

I also think shes got echolalia! her stims are mainly vocal and she will absently repeat fun phrases she hears, Purah is a terrible person for her to hang out with because of it, she has called Wild 'Linky' without realising multiple times and he doesn't have the heart to tell her About Purah, her and Flora get on like a house on fire and its terrible for everyone around them

I personally love some exploration of botw/totk and the power/wisdom/courage goops, i'd think flora would put alot of research into the blue shiekah energy and canonically she was looking into the malice/gloom, i'd love her looking into the green Zonai energy and the purification chamber that mummydorf was being used as a battery in and the conversion between the 3 goops (i need to stop or i will start ranting about gods and divinity speculation again) all this to bring up the fun images in my head of her using the glowy blue water in like attacks and animations an stuff like Wilds ascend, if you've seen the kda more music video the little glowy finger trails would be cool for her or even like full steam punk mechanical stuff with tubes full of the stuff, considering that the blue stuff stores information and how she uses her own tears as a dragon to store her memories a collaboration with the Zora and Sidon specifically who can control water to make a more robust storage system that cant be destroyed in a calamity style cataclysm would be cool, like Monomon's archives in Hollow Knight if you know of that, you could even crystalize it to be like the Zora history tables?

I really like the idea of Zelda needing like reading glasses? maybe some lingering weirdness from the dragon eyes or she just reads too much, she has a pair of glasses she doesn't wear very often for reading and for looking at small machinery components, maybe some form of prescription goggles made by Purah? I think she probably has needed them for a long time but only actually started using them recently, i think shes a thin wire frame with smaller rectangular ish lenses kinda gal, very perched low on her nose while sitting reading in bed

I'm going to force myself to stop here cause if i don't this will forever sit in my drafts as i think of new things to add to it

[ur-blxxdy-valentine]

its the fact im about to starting laughing and have a psychotic brerak instead of a fucking mental breakdwon, well aftet a mental breakdown hahahahaha. what the fuck is the point anymore? why the fuck do i have to live? im about to write a fucking suicide note. i really cant anymore lol. i cant..... why does she fucking hate me? why is she leaving me? what di di do to them? nothing....... yeah mt bpd fucking bpd-ed all the time before her father forced her to delte everything nad stop talking to me but it has to be a fucking lie now. BECAUSE WHY ELSE WOULD SHE WOULD HAVE CHANGED HER PROFILE PIC ON DISCORD AFTER ALL THESE MONTHS TO IZZY FUCKING STRADLIN IN COQETTE FUCKING AESTHETIC FROM LANA DEL REY!?!?!? IF SHE HAS SOCIAL MEDIA SHE SHOULD BE FUCKING TALKING TO ME. I'VE BEEN BLOWING UP HER FUCKING TUMBLR. THAT'S ALL I'VE DONE EVERY SINGLE DAY MULTIPLE TIMES A DAY. BUT LOL SHE FUCKING HATES ME. THEY ALL HATE ME. IM LOSING MY BESTFRIEND AND MY MAX AFTER ALL THIS TIME. THEYRE LEAVING ME LIKE EVERYONE ELSE. THEY PROMISED. SHE PROMISED ME SHE WOULDNT LEAVE. WHY DOES EVERYONE FUCKING HATE ME!? WHY ME!? WHY IS IT ALWAYS ME!?

I cant fucking breathe, i cant stop crying........my everything hurts. im about to puke. and suicide is seeming perfect and im to the point of tryin gagain because nothing is fucking owrth it again, im down this fucking hole so bad like i was one other time and atp im going to be determined to fucking succeed in it. im such a worthless shitty human being i really cant keep trying anymore.

-🔥

hey Snow listen. if they choose not to talk to you that is on them. that is not about you as a person. i don’t have the power to stop you. all i can say is you’re losing every opportunity if you end it all right now. you’re losing any chance at happiness you’ll ever get and you are solidifying a life of pure misery. live out of spite if you want i don’t fucking know. but other people shouldn’t dictate your life. it’s your life and their decisions are on them. yeah, it hurts like hell. it feels like the end of the world and like everything is collapsing around you. god, do i understand that completely. those people, however, are just fishes in the sea. there are billions of people in this world and there’s someone that will stay with you and that truly are worth your time. i can confidently say now, that if i died in the moments that i wanted to i would’ve lost the best things that have ever happened to me. it’s a battle for sure. everyday is hard as hell and sometimes it feels like im damn near an inch of my life left. then i stop, i physically and mentally stop. i think of anything that made me smile that day. i think of just something that shut my brain off for a second. i know you have something. i know if you tried you’d think of something. then, you’d have to focus on that thought. something made you happy. one small thing in life is there to remind you that not every second has to be hell. now, think of all the places you’ve been, things you’ve done, things you’ve seen. i doubt you’ve seen everything this world has to offer. i’m sure there’s things you still want to do. there’s things in this world constantly being created, opportunities being presented, millions of things that have the potential of changing everything for you. so many new things that could make you as happy as the one thing you’re thinking of. your possibilities are literally endless! unless you decide to end them for yourself. you don’t give yourself the time to meet someone who stays and loves you, the time to turn your life around, the time to do all you dream of. you end it all now. it’s all choice. it’s your choice and i’m not here to tell you what to do. just don’t let any one person dictate your life. focus on you. what do you truly want?

[stary-regression]

Hiya Val, i cant talk right now but I just wanted to say that I appreciate you. That you're doing such a good job and that you are such a good boy. Our brains tend to lie to us after a certain time in the day, for me its around 6 or right when I get off school n I'm tired n ready to not think anymore. I haven't exactly hatched a correct plan to stop my brain from lying to me, and it can seem pretty believable in the moment, but listen. I need you to write down every good thing you’ve done, I need you to remember when you feel the most boyest of boy, cuz that's what you are! N I'm so proud of you, okay? That's a promise- not just empty words. I am proud of you, especially last night when you were working so hard to distract yourself, when you knew to shut off the scary movie cuz it was getting to be too much. You’re all good, okay? I'm not angry or mad or annoyed with you, I like your presence here and its okay to feel sad despite others comforting words. It's okay to throw tantrums, to not be easily soothed. Its okay to feel emotions, they don't make you a bad kiddo, okay? Thank you for letting me in your space, sweet dreams Val <3 /gen

-Bat 🦇

oh thank you bat! m am trying feel better and this was very very very nice. thank yous. just really appriciate it. and sorry that have been venting so much. trying to stops soon. thank you again. hope youre doing good

[lycanxlovergirl]

I have some serious problems. Like what is going on with my life wth. Its a bit too private so yk. For past 2 months I just shut down my brain and decided not to tell people how I feel I just reply with im good. (I am doing really badly like rock bottom). Bc istg EVERY TIME I TELL SOMEONE I FEEL BAD OR SOMETHING HAPPENING BAD TO ME they suddenly leave me on read or just disappear from my life. Like bitch I can listen to your problems all day but you cant give me 5 minutes? Im so done eith that. I literally have one best friend that is like an angel on earth and im so happy with having her. Cause not gonna lie everyone fake or we not that close. And so sorry that I have trust issues if it happens so many times. But yeah I know its a me problem so im no blaming anyone. Just let me please have supportive people who ACTUALLY care how im doing. The other ones? You know what I think I'm gonna drop all of them as spam. Literally dont talk to me. You dont deserve me. I rather have 1 amazing bestie and like 2 other fun people to be around than have like 20 or 15 people that I have right now. Im Literally not built for this. I need my quiet life. If you wanna be my friend please be clear from the start cause i have no time to waste. Peace yall Im going to sleep cause it was a rough day ngl.

[sunriseovergotham]

OOOOOHHOHOHOHOHOH

🤥 for enigma AND 🙊 for micah AND UH 🔫 for k??? if you would be so kind and noble???? batting my eyelashes i wanna hear even MORE abt these goobers

🤥 LYING - are they good liars? do they have tells to show they're lying?

i mean. it kinda depends? hes not really a good liar but he can lie. sometimes. if he tries super hard. he'll like freeze up and go all silent bc stressful situations make his brain shut down and overload, which is hard enough to deal with but having to come up with a convincing story on top of that??? the struggle is real.

i dont think his stay in the compound made him any more capable. i find that trauma tends to make me less capable and more panicky and frazzled and unable to function? crazy how that works. i wish it gave me super manipulator powers though. honestly, k is probably capable of manipulation, his circumstances lead to that being more useful and necessary. did i get off topic i cant even tell. whatever

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

definitely his vulnerable side. hes very good at compartmentalizing stuff, kinda part of the job, but its different when other people bring stuff up. somehow that just reactivates the emotions. he lashes out with anger in those moments because anger is a practiced, easy emotion. safe to use. its a shield. it hides his other emotions from view.

hes very dissociated from his actions, i think, he has nightmares that he doesnt remember. he'll wake up sweaty and panicking and not know why. theres something small and vulnerable in his chest, that maybe not even he knows of, sadness and guilt and grief and fear. i dont think hes ever trusted someone with that part of himself willingly. he spent so long protecting it that he forgot what hes even trying to protect. its just muscle memory at this point

🔫 PISTOL - do they trust people easily? how easily will they turn their back to someone? have they been backstabbed before? will they betray someone if given an ultimatum?

ABSOLUTELY NOT. they work at the compound

i cant tell which context this is in so ill answer for both: a( would he turn his back to someone in need?: i mean yea. probably. it kind of depends. like if there was a compound mikey begging for k to save him k would leave the situation as quickly as physically possible and just let ty handle it. he feels less guilty if hes not the one holding the gun, yk? if it were an iteration of him he'd probably help them, directly or indirectly. self preservation extends to iterations, most of the time b( how easily would they turn their back to someone (as in: trusting them)?: again it depends on who it is. he trusts micah not to kill enigma and to protect him, with the understanding that micah would probably rough enigma up a bit but probably keep him alive. he trusts ty as far as he could throw him (not very far), if k had any business regarding iterations of himself he would attempt to keep it as far from ty as possible and deal with it all himself if at all possible. he especially doesnt trust ty with any iterations of himself, but he cant rlly do much about the ones already in the compound. rip compound enigmas

i mean. Yeah he probably has been. i cant point to a specific moment or time but im sure he has been

ABSOLUTELY. IMMEDIATELY. NO HESITATION. self preservation is a bitch

[forcemeanakin]

Indy, my love, you left me with no choice but to pour my heart out to you once more, because GOD weren't you the sweetest!!!!!

this reblog is one of the most thoughtful, sweetest, kindest things ive ever read. AND I DID IT? SHUT UP. SHUT UP. WHAT AN HONOR!!!

genuinely it is my favorite thing to hear about what worked within a fic. Everything works tbh you are so amazing babe

considering i've written my entire life IT SHOWS GOD I love you vocabulary and the way everything flows

i consider my own work with very high regard and hold myself to a standard when i write a piece and this one was one of my favorites. to hear that you daydreamed about THTM is insanely flattering (i do hope your grade is not suffering bcos of me) It didn't! Don't worry! But my brain was absolutely fried by the word schutta for the following month. True story.

"i was actually moved to tears." and "moves me in a way i can't articulate" bro I'm so fucking happy that I made you this happy. I love you srsly

"i'm very protective of it" babe I'm here for you, I'm front line soldier for this masterpiece.

"you delivered oh my god you delivered. what a wonderful wonderful gift" You're very welcome!!!! I shall do this more often, I loved everything about this exercise :)

thats one of my favorite actions in the piece. ugh. god. SO PERFECT.

your petition for me to write a piece about anakin overcharging you for something you cant pay for so youre forced to pay him back with your body... i will take it under consideration. *bow downs like a server in one of those old movies from Middle Age* thank you my lord

had me fucking grinning. why was this so hot and cute omg

i love writing those details bcos im such a dick rider irl i love dicks in the right context and i also love sucking on tongue like im sucking dick I swearrr AHH ME TOO. (I need to try the sucking tongue like that trick once I met someone worthy of my acquired slutiness)

"this made me laugh hard" highest motherfucking compliment

i love that you referenced my humping drabble bcos i love that piece so much and i too loveee humping goddd i love it sm One of my favorite pieces from your page, hands down

the one quote you loved enough to make the text bigger and just write a sentence about how much you loved it ugh!!! that is the shit mina!!!! this is so amazing i fucking love this !!!! I still think it was not big enough, I seriously loved it!!! I fucking melted and I'm not using the world lightly!!!

the two quotes about him calling you his hole and fucking it til you cry,,, and then the one about turning you off so he could fuck an even tighter hole.. those were prolly my two favorite lines and i love that you picked them out I could feel the passion behind the writing, and I think that is was makes a fic so lovable and unique. Through all of it, really, I can feel your essence, Indy. I can feel how much you care and it makes me care. This is what writing is about; even if it's fan fiction smut. Genius.

this. is. the. best. news. i love introducing ppl to shit oh my fucking god. BRO I DISCOVERED SO MANY KINKS BECAUSE OF YOU. Infidelity kink is on my top 5 because of the picture perfect au, on god

this line had me in fucking stitches both times i read it i was laughing and doubling over no lie its so fucking funny im laughing about it still while writing about it Now I'm blushing so hard, I feel so validated by you, god it's embarrassing

i loved your obsessive rant. i loved it so much i had to respond to your comments bcos i needed you to know a little bit about how much i love and appreciate it. your input is always always enjoyed and encouraged and youve thoroughly stroked my ego im so vain this was like christmas morning. thank you, i cant thank you enough really, for reading and enjoying my work. saying its one of the best things youve ever read is high fucking praise and i dont accept that compliment lightly, i really appreciate your kind words. reach out to me on discord at any time, seriously. you could stop talking to me for years and still reach out to me on discord randomly ill never be mad. thank you again. You're very welcome!!! Like I said, I really enjoyed doing this. It gives the commentary space that sometimes I lack on Tumblr and the fact that you love it only makes it so much more special!!! I really want to do this with another one of your pieces. I think about wishful thinking about once a day AT LEAST, so maybe I'll hit that one next. Or the original THTM because GODDAMN, well you already know how I feel about it. Or maybe Pacifying because that fic is the most wonderful gift someone could have ever given me!!! <3

love you indy have a great night!

❝𝐚 𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐡𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐬𝐞❞

anakin skywalker x fem!reader

prompt: supplied by @xstarkillerx | masterlist

summary: after a market mishap, anakin gives you a more personal lesson in how to speak his native language.

MINORS DNI 18+

word count: 3k | character(s): anakin skywalker

notes:

semi-inspired by my past work “talk huttese to me” but it is not required reading to understand this piece.

warnings: size difference, anakin lowkey babying you and then degrading the fuck out of you, you know a little huttese, anakin gets a little degraded too, vag fingering, some choking (f receiving), anakin being a mean sadist, overstimulation, squirting, anakin’s exhibits his piss kink interest, dacryphilia, edging, dumbification, no use of y/n i think

“Keep up.” Anakin chastises you, and you obey, increasing your pace to meet his monstrous strides, struggling to maintain his speed. “I want to make this quick.” 

“I don’t know if I know enough—“ you protest, glancing at your feet to avoid tripping over the rippled sand. 

“Don’t sell yourself short, you’ve been doing well.” he insists, his hand instinctively guiding you by the small of your back. “I’ll be right behind you.” The day breeze is warm, but it’s Anakin’s touch that burns you. Timidly responding with a complacent confirmation despite your doubts. 

Open-aired bodegas line the street, merchants with goods to sell wait for willing customers. Anakin had warned you about the demographic of Tatooine, but you’d expected far meaner appearances. Bashful still, your gaze turns to Anakin uneasily, who greets you with his kind eyes, and uncharacteristic patience. 

“Yes?” he says softly, and you feel like retreating into his arms. 

“What are we looking for again?” your tone, feathery light, causes your lover to lend his ear to you so as to hear you over the rustle of passersby. You repeat yourself, shyer than before in response to his abrupt proximity. 

He maintains that closeness, retracting only to look into your eyes. “An aeromagnifier.” A pause, so he adds, “Do you remember how to say it?” 

In this moment, you feel ashamed to admit how much you like when he babies you like this. “Yes, yes, I remember.” 

“Alright, this way.” His metal hand hooks around your waist, and you approach a man at his seat. Out of the options, he seemed the sleaziest by far, which did not assuage your nerves. “Go on,” he encourages in a whisper so only you can hear it, allowing you to step forward without him. 

The vendor notices you, and immediately turns on the artificial charm. A wide, toothy and yellowed grin, peering at you with his enlarged red eyes through bifocals attached to his head in meticulous machinery. “Hello, welcome, welcome,” he says in a rasp, and you can smell the cigarette he smoked prior to this engagement. 

“Hi,” The only formal greeting you know in Huttese, and you pray it suffices for proper engagement. 

“Ah, the little lady speaks my language. Should’ve known. Little lady, what can I do for you? What are you looking for?” 

You glance back at Anakin, who goads you with a chastening expression. As if to say that you can’t back out now. You pivot your attention back to the merchant clasping his gold-ringed fingers in anticipation. 

“Perhaps, the lady does not know what she searches for…?” he trails off, awaiting you to finish the sentence for him.

“No, no. I know what to do.” you reply, but is it to convince you or him? Your knowledge in Huttese is limited to predictable small talk and basic commands. You’re trying to keep it as simple as possible, and luckily he talks slow enough for you to understand him, repeating lots of words that help your context clues. “I need an aeromagnifier. The one there-'' You point to its location. “There.” 

“Yes, yes, this one, this one. I see.” The vendor recedes to the back of his shop, shaded by his canopy hanging overhead, and retrieves it, bringing it to the light to present it to you. He gestures to it with a tantalizing flutter of his fingers down its figure. “Good taste, good taste. This one, little lady, is two-fifty. Two-fifty nothing less.” 

“Two-fifty?” 

“Two-fifty, two-fifty. Nothing more, nothing less. Two-fifty.” 

“That… um, I don’t understand.”

The merchant lets his act slip marginally, enough for you to note it, but only to decide he must’ve enacted his contempt because of your unreasonable phrasing. You’re floundering, you must be. “What’s there to not understand? How do you not understand?” 

“No two-fifty. Too much?” Suddenly, your knowledge of Huttese is dissipating out of fear. Unable to properly convey your disagreement when the price isn’t what you thought it’d be. 

“‘Too much’—? How ‘too much’—?” 

The conversation makes your hands sweat, wondering if you did something wrong. No sooner do you turn to search for Anakin’s help when he meets the vendor at the table, at the ready for your rescue. When he interjects, you barely keep up to how quickly they talk. 

“Choy tay saka ‘ton-sin’? Mi wat do suzun nawee eet raun, kung. Ton-sin’d do karkin’ moocha. Soong wanga—“ You get every other word, something about being a thief, “to steal” specifically. You furrow your brows, attempting your best to follow the discussion. 

“Wanga-threnten!” The merchant declares, holding his finger up to Anakin’s face, who promptly pushes it out of his way. 

“Tagwa, deetso eff chuba noah moocha. Wanga mo noah, sleemo.” Decisive as always, Anakin silences his opponent with his confidence. From what you gathered, Anakin gave him an ultimatum. The price as one, instead of two-fifty. 

The vendor, reluctantly, concedes with a flapping of his hand to signal to Anakin to calm down. Dramatizing the situation because Anakin had been atypically placid the entire exchange. The way he took control of the situation and forced someone to yield so determinately, had you rubbing your legs together. You’re addicted to this personification he takes on when he speaks his native language. 

Anakin turns his attention to you, and you jump in place when he addresses you, having been too entranced to realize your own presence. “Go ahead and pay him, baby.” He eyes you through his brows, softening his voice, “Did you get all that?” 

“Just one, right?” you confirm, collecting five wupiupi pieces to give to the grumbling merchant. 

As Anakin guides you away with the aeromagnifier in possession, you hear a phrase you could never mistake. “E chu ta!” the vendor calls after the two of you. ‘Fuck you!’ he’d said. 

Anakin hollers over his shoulder, “Chuba ta, maya punchee.” You too, weak-minded friend.

You chuckle to yourself. 

“Should’ve known they’d try to take advantage of me. I mean, the guy talked to me like I was stupid- and I was actually grateful for it.” you relay to Anakin, wryly grinning about the ordeal as you wash your hair. Suds pouring down the column of your neck to trail around your naked body. Wiping soap from your eyes, you open them to gauge your lover’s reaction. There’s a smile on his face you cannot place, whether it’s endearment, or meant to be demeaning, you didn’t know. 

“I would’ve been surprised if he hadn’t. Pretty little thing like you?” he teased, moistening his lips and advancing on you playfully. You absorbed his subtle bump, curbing your instinct to scold him since you like when he talks down to you. “I would’ve tried to take advantage of you too.” 

A comfortable silence follows while you stare up at him with stars in your dilated pupils, hot water rinsing your hair. He holds your gaze faithfully, and you break it before you lose yourself in him. “I thought I did pretty good.” you praise yourself to change the subject from the idea of Anakin having his way with you, from the fantasy that he’d overcharge you for a product and when you can’t pay your way out you sell your body to him instead. Showering together makes you go crazy sometimes. “Speaking it, I mean.”

“You did.” he concurred verbally, but his tone conveyed another layer. His large hands cup your hips, guiding you to the side so he can have his turn under the faucet. You raise a brow at him. “You could do better though.” His challenge jellies your legs. You watch, like a lovesick fool, as he tips his head back into the water, and comes to, shaking his curls out. Droplets draw down his herculean form. Ever since he saved you from the market— as silly as it was— you could not stop thinking about fucking him. 

“Oh, yeah?” You fall into his trap. 

“Your pronunciation is too polished. If you don’t sound like a local, people won’t treat you like one. They’ll treat you like a sucker.” 

Much like that vendor today. As soon as Anakin stepped in, he backed off. Remembering how assertive Anakin was is all too much. You’re about ready to get on your knees and start blowing him like a real sucker would. 

Anakin sensed your frenzied need for him as soon as the two of you had left the market. Your desire is no secret. Certainly not one you can keep from him. 

“Alright, so what do I change?” 

“I’ll show you. Hear what I say,” he tells you and you swallow hard, mouth drying up. “At eeptuk schutta hagwa non che chee’toosa.” he says, and you practically melt. “Now, say it back to me.” 

Obediently, you parrot it back to him. There was one distinct word you're sure you’ve heard before.

No sooner had you finished your sentence than his palm cupped your chin, tucking it into the web of his thumb. The tips of his fingers press into your cheeks, pursing your lips for you. “Say it again,” He emphasizes his command by pinching further, a sting in your buccal. “At-“ You listen intently, the phonetic arrangement teaching you to put your tongue behind your teeth when pronouncing the “T” at the end. 

“At-“

“Eep-tuk-“

“Ee—“ you stifle a giggle at your positioning, worried you’ll earn yourself a reprimand from your stoic teacher. “E- eept—“ You dissolve into your laughter, and a loving grin breaks out onto Anakin’s face, contrasting his demanding nature from before. He draws you in by his clutch of your cheeks, kissing on your puckered lips over and over again until his hold loosens enough for you to escape it. “No, don’t distract me!” you plead, “I can do it! Ee… Eep-tuuk—“ Your weak dissent of your hands against his chest does nothing to dissuade him. He chases you, and envelopes you in his arms, sliding your wet naked bodies together as he captures your mouth. He wastes no time in prying your lips open, inviting his tongue in to explore all it can. 

It’s a wonder you didn’t notice how heavy his cock lay against your leg until he humps you with it clumsily, searching for some comforting friction after witnessing your attempt at immersing yourself in his culture. 

Habitually, you withdraw to make room for yourself, enclosing your lips around his tongue to suck on it and bob your head as if you’re giving him oral. Usually, such a thing coaxes a whimper out of him, a desperate beg to put that gifted mouth to use on his cock. Instead, it only heightens his desire for you, to have you as quickly as possible. He slams you against the cold tiling, stealing the breath from your lungs, freeing his mouth to plant sloppy, open kisses onto your cheek and down your neck. Anywhere within his reach is mouthed passionately, tongued as if it’s not a mundane part of you but your very core itself. Your eyes roll into the back of your head once he meets with your pulse point, propped up by his body against yours. “Ani…“ He hums in response to the call of his name, admitting his approval for it with a bite into your flesh. “What did you say earlier?” you exhale, palms outlined the dips in his muscle. 

“In Huttese?” he speaks against your skin and it tickles you, pinching your head into your shoulder, his damp curls brushing your jawline. “‘This little whore can’t do a thing for herself.’” 

“Fuck you, would you really have me say that?” 

“Tell that to your puppy eyes. Begging me to save you as soon as shit got tough. My poor baby, so pitiful,” 

As if to discipline him, you shove him, but he remains undeterred. There’s no need to make fun of you for needing help, besides he’d volunteered before you even asked. There’s plenty you can do on your own, without him. You can be independent. 

You don’t get a chance to defend yourself as he maneuvers you to arch your back, his mouth traveling to consume your collarbones and upper chest as he bends over you, thick arms behind you to secure you. “Gimme those tits, baby, wanna swallow them.” he demands from you in Huttese, but this time you’re able to understand the gist of what he’s saying. 

“Maker, Anakin, you’re so gross.” you tell him, but as you suspect, he grins in response. His teeth scrape against you, and he does as he promised. Lapping at your nipple as if seeking it out to latch, to suckle. Your hands slide into his hair, sighing out as he imbibes as much of the fat he can. “Ani—“ you whine, wiggling your hips to chase any friction you can afford. 

Swiftly, he answers you, with his large hand cupping your mound, soothing it with slow circles. You press yourself into his grasp, rolling your hips. It earns you a sharp bite to your sensitive bud and you yelp. To exhibit patience, you let him explore your pussy as he sees fit. Fingers dipping into its wells, circling your folds and flicking up against your clit every so lightly. “Such a pretty thing. My hole, you know that? My hole.” The key words are lost on you. “Gonna fuck this little hole til it’s red and swollen. Til you cry.” 

You whimper, regardless if you can’t understand him, and he sticks a single finger in, only to pull out to stretch you with two. 

“How fucking tight can you get? Almost wanna turn you off so I can make it tighter. You’d let me do it too.” He licks water off of you, up the valley of your breasts, and takes your lips in a passionate kiss, scissoring you open so he can swallow the noises you make. Experimentally, he massages your insides, his thumb brushing your clit every so often as he pistons deeper inside. Your curiosity is killing you enough to break the kiss. 

“What the hell are you saying to me right now, Anakin?” you breathe, slumping against the wall while he fingers you. Why the hell did it work so well on you? Immediately soaking when you know he’s talking dirty in a language you can’t translate quick enough. 

“If you keep up with your lessons, you’ll know one day,” he promises. Instinctively, you shy away, pivoting your head as you squeeze your eyes shut, nearing your release. To counter that behavior, Anakin heightens and uses his free hand to clutch your neck, redirecting your attention to where it belongs. On him. “Don’t be stupid.” This insult you know. 

You frown at him, but as soon as your gaze lands on him, he speeds up, curling his fingers in a way that has you reeling. Your favorite spot, erasing all of your offense in a motion. Worsening when he sneaks in another finger.

“Oh? What are you gonna do about it?” 

You can barely keep your eyes open, staring at him through thick lashes because it’s what he wants. His grip squeezes, and it enhances your pleasure, tingles spreading throughout your entire body. 

“Can’t pretend you hate it. Can’t lie to me, can’t hide from me.” His admonishing tone only adds to how the coil in your belly winds, the heat in between your legs desperate to go somewhere, anywhere. He leans into you, burying his nose in your cheek as he talks shit in your ear. ”You’re gonna say it for me one more time,” he demands, and you stifle your wail of despair. How he teeters you, so close to where you need to be, and takes it from you at the last second. “At eeptuk schutta hagwa non che chee’toosa. Do you understand?” 

“Ani, I can’t—“ There’s not a possibility, how could you think let alone speak? 

“You can.” He leaves no room for argument, his teeth biting down onto your earlobe to tug on it. “Don’t tell me you’re this fucking dumb and all I’m using is my fucking hand.” 

“Fuck,” you curse in the language, which earns you a snicker from him, his breath against you sending shivers down your spine. “Okay— ah! Okay… Uh,” 

Your walls clench around him, signaling your impending release. Reading them like a book, he keeps you right where he wants you. A damn near painful experience, and he knows it. 

He recoils so he can see your pretty face, jutting his chin. Bragging about his competence when he’s the one unaffected. “At-“ 

Idling for too long earns you a hard press of your clit and you mewl. Hastily, you manage, “At-“

“Eeptuk-“ 

“Eeptook—“ 

“Baby.” he lowers his voice, fit to scold you. “Do you want to cum or not?”

“I do, I fucking do, please.”

“Then do as I say.” He commands it of you as if it is so simple! His thumb traces your jawline soothingly, but his grip stays firm. 

“Eeptuk,” you flinch, worried that if you’d pronounced wrong like before you’d receive some sort of punishment. “schutta-“ The word you most recognize. Slut. His favorite pet-name for you whenever he was persuaded to speak his native tongue. Keen on tripping you up, he increased his pace, and out of the corner of your eye you witness how swollen his arm has become from this workout. Veins popping out. It fucked you up. “Hagwa non che-“

“Chee’toosa. Right, baby? Almost done.”

Your eyes burn, red in the face out of frustration. “Chee’toosa.” 

“That’s right. Like I said, ‘this little whore can’t do a thing for herself.’” If you had the energy, you’d fight him on it. Unfortunately you’re spent, the only reason you’re upright is his body weight. He’s right, all you wanted from him is what he can give you. 

Unintelligible noises spill from you, rocking into his hand movements, but this time he lets you. His intense eyes hold your gaze unapologetically, waiting to feast on your orgasm. 

“Does a brat like you really deserve to cum? Should leave you like this.” Weakly, you shake your head, on the verge of crying from his cruelty if he really put you through all that just to steal it from you. You’re at your edge. There isn’t anything in the world you crave more than finishing right now. His thumb works into your clit, getting you to reach that breaking point, attaining it. You cry out, your orgasm crashing through you beginning from the tips of your toes, crawling up your spine. The fact he can bring you to this using only a hand awes you. You brace yourself on him, clawing into his bicep. 

He doesn’t stop there. An overstimulation already setting in from how heartlessly his rough fingers glide in and out of you, unbothered to let you recuperate. How he takes your pleasure for himself. You’re fucking his hand, but he’s feeding off of you, playing with your parts for his own fascination. 

Your throat is released, causing your vision to haze, and he hooks his hand under your knee, hiking your leg up. Your cum drips from his palm, but he’s still going, regardless of your protests. “You wanted this, c’mon,” Your pussy feels raw, yet he probes it, and when he pinches the sensitive flesh between his fingers, tears prick the corners of your eyes. “Are you about to piss? Fuck, you really are a little slut. You’re about to squirt all over me, huh?” 

“Anakin!” 

“Do it, go on. Can’t believe how disgusting you are. Don’t worry, I’ll make you clean it up with your tongue afterwards.” 

It stings how he fucks with your bladder, readying that most sacred attribute. Not everyone can squirt, but you can, and Anakin fucking loves it. Enough to pull it from you whenever he wants. You don’t need to know Huttese to get what he’s trying to do to you right now. 

“Yeah, you like that, whore? You wanna lap up your piss from my legs? Suck it off my dick? Here it comes, get ready.” 

You keen, the floodgates finally opening to spray your dirty fluids all over your lover. Hot and wet, running down your thighs. The act itself, the intensity, causes you to choke back sobs. Anakin lets your leg drop, and gingerly he tugs his digits from their wedge inside you. Flattening his hand against your sex, soothing it with a light massage. He bites his lip, holding back his smile as you try to hide your tears from him. “Too much, baby?” 

“You are such an asshole.” you speak Huttese, with perfect pronunciation. It gets him to laugh, drawing you to him so he can lick your salty tears away, and help you clean up in the shower. 

[weskin-time]

RE characters and their S/O go to a Halloween Party!

i love them and they are stuck in my brain!!! gifs not mine

Characters listed!- Leon, Wesker, Jill, Carlos, Chris

CW- nsfw implications, alcohol

i hope yall cant tell ive never been to a halloween costume party lol

Leon Kennedy!

goes as a cowboy

yeehaw

hes got fake spurs and everything

he pulls it off, hes already got the gruff look so damn

would love it if you dressed up western with him but understands if you dont wanna

at the party he stands close to you with his arm around your waist

cant have anyone think youre here alone, or that hes here alone

he gets a bit tipsy

he steals the almond joys

remember the cowboy rules, theyre so important (for those who dont know if you take the hat off a cowboy and wear it, you have to save a horse and ride a cowboy wink wink)

if you want to leave the loud party early just take off his hat and wear it

he will get so flustered and red instantly

not a heartbeat later hes already dragging you out of the party, making hurried goodbyes and poor excuses of having something to do in the early morning

but people see the hat on your head and know

Albert Wesker!

no

hes not dressing up

,,, stop looking at him like that

...fine.

he 'wont make a fool of himself for the Umbrella Halloween party' he says

he honestly hasnt even gone to it before dating you so people are surpised to see him there

you put cat ears on his head before he can pick out a costume and he sends you a soft death glare

more than likely would wear a pin that says 'this is my costume' and hes just wearing everyday clothes, or would wear his lab coat and say hes going as a doctor. hes lame

if you bat your eyes and pout he will indulge you

goes as a vampire, fake cape, teeth, and all

would want to just show up at the party and make an irish goodbye in less than 5 minuets

stays for you tho

doesnt eat candy but you see him pocketing some mars bars

wesker with fangs is hot and he notices you staring at them when hes talking

smirks and tells you he 'doesnt bite'

its a lie, he does. and will bite your neck.

Jill Valentine!

gods im in love with her

she goes as a witch!!

cute witch hat and all

would accidentally loose you in a party for a little bit, shes just getting yall drinks so dont worry

she will do your makeup for your costume if you want (like that one meme of the two women)

she gets a little tipsy at the party, just enough to start giggling at any halloween pun you make

normally she just scoffs at them but shes having fun and enjoying herself with her beloved

shoves food in her bag, stealing some of the party food

help her please

the kit kats are hers

the more she drinks the more touchy she is with you, going from being sober and holding your hand to leaning up against you

someone asks if shes a witch wheres her broom she rides on and she just points to you much to your embarassment

tell her youll take her up on that and she will start to leave without saying goodbye to anyone

Carlos Oliveria!

hes a werewolf

theres no convincing him of anything else

he would go shirtless to show off his hairy chest and arms and would love how flustered you get at the idea

you shut him down really fast and make him wear a shirt because you would explode

wears a tattered, ripped up and slightly blooded tank top with a torn red flannel on top

its somehow more hot than him being shirtless

wears cute little clip on dog ears

my gods hes so hot hhhh

is also stealing party food

hes a snickers kinda guy but if theres fruit gummies they will be gone

i think he could hold his alcohol well so you would be more tipsy than him if you chose to drink

he makes the dumbest jokes, like really corny halloween jokes to anyone who will listen

"whats a skeletons favorite meal? spare ribs" he will be holding back a snicker with a face thats just >:3

hes such a dork

Chris Redfield!

hes wearing his sailor costume

im not saying this because his ass looks amazing in that outfit but

i feel like he does it as a joke at first but then flaunts it

compliment him and he will jokingly flex his biseps

please help him put on his fake tattoo (plus it gives you a chance to touch his muscles)

literally everyone is looking at him when he enters the party who wouldnt

i feel like he wouldnt drink that much, prob just have one or two shots or something

if you loose him at any point in the party please either check outside or the food table

he takes the twizzlers

100% has an arm around your shoulders or waist all night

will tease you because you keep looking at his legs

im sorry i love him so much he makes me so gay

he would love it if you walked up to him and just started to flirt with him

who cares if youre together, its so fun

"i seemed to misplaced my anchor,,, can i hook up with you tonight?" you ask him to which he almost spits out his drink, starts laughing, then sees in your eyes that youre not fully joking and he will instantly start making his goodbyes

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Hiya! this is my first time writing for all of these characters except for Wesker so im sorry if it seems ooc or just not fully correct!! im still new to resident evil and im trying to shove as much information as i can into my brain as fast as i can!!

reblogs help me grow more so if you like this please reblog and like! thank you and happy halloween!!!!

[hakkais-hoe]

ahhh okay so, do you think you could share what your smut hcs on stoner!ran with a breeding kink who has an enby partner that has a breeding kink as well too would be, please?😁 yfhnfcyctvy ahhhh tysm:))))

Umm yes fuckin please 😮‍💨🤤 such a hoe for Ran cant lie

Ngl I had to look at the difference between breeding kink n impregnating kink cos apparently they’re deferent things 🤦‍♀️ n I’m a moron so

Age Rating: 18+ mdni

Warnings: lots, breeding kink, smoking the good shit, ran being a little whore, swearing, bit of praise, nb reader, they/them pronouns.

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Okokok so this pretty boy is 100% a hoe!! But only for his baby, doesn’t touch anyone else kinda gets aggressive n mean if anyone else flirts with or touches him

So he’s usually off his head n mellow 24/7 with Sanzu n that

When he sees you however that all goes out the window

He’s horny whenever he looks at you

Dick standing to attention in seconds of looking at you

You could just be chillin out m he’s like ‘wanna fuck?’

Condoms and any form of contraception is a no go between the two of you and you both know it

The talk has been had the dye has been cast

All his stupid smoke riddled brain can think of is pumping a huge load in your pretty hole

Filthy man ngl, happily describes at the details of what he wants to do before you’re even at the bedroom

“Shittt all I wanna do is fill you up, god take it all off for me, please please~ gotta fill you up fill you full of my cum ♡”

Can and will press your body below him and rut his swelling dick into the flesh of your arse

Pants like an animal at the feeling of your body against him before he’s even stuck his erection into your hole

Gets the pre from his cock on his fingers before lubing up your hole with it and pushing it into you

Will watch the white pre disappear into you before stretching you a bit for the comfort to take in his girthy cock

Always either has you in doggy or pressed below him in a way that he can see himself sink unit your tightness perfectly

Slaps the meat of his dick against your twitching hole

Moans like a complete slut in his daze, pulls out another blunt to spark up before he presses the tip into your clenched hole

Throws his head back with a loud groan nd lights up the strong blunt above you

Fucks you with his tip gently for a while to tease you nd edge himself

Sinks in slowly when you cry out for more of him

Sits back on his heels and fucks into you like an animal after a while

So so fucking loud

This man is practically drooling, whining and groaning above you like a man possessed

Doesn’t shut up about how amazing nd sexy you look writhing under him

Chants of ‘fuck’ and your name role off his tongue

Hunches over you bending your body to fuck down into you till your both moaning and drooling

“Gotta fuck you up baby ♡, gonna pump this pretty hole full of my hot jizz like I should! You’re mine all mine~ Fuckkk this feels amazing gonna be so fuckin slick n wet when I cum inside ♡”

Always purrs n coos at you when he’s about to breed you properly

Cums in you without anymore warning, pumping you so so full of his seed

Definitely 100% will not tolerate it seeping out but if it does he sits back to watch with the rest of his blunt hanging form slightly parted lips

“Fuckkk don’t push my cum our baby… you’ll make me sad ya know? You’re just asking for me to fuck another load into you ain’t ya? Gonna beg me for it go on, beg.”

He’ll do exactly as he’s said all night

Pushes the dripping cum back into your hole with two long fingers before he shoves his pretty pink tip roughly back into you

Gets rougher and rougher till he’s shooting blanks and overstiming himself past the brink of exhaustion

Cries, drools and whines everywhere on the past few rounds, not that you’re any different

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Jesus I love that string bean of a man 😮‍💨😮‍💨 he’s such a shameless hoe

Taglist: @loonashadow @bontensbabygirl @honeybachira @roppongiperfume @haitink @soushswag @reiners-milkbiddies @wakasagurl @sunahyejin

[gremlin-writes-angst]

Knowing is Safe

984 words

Fandom: Redacted asmr

Couple: Geordi/Cutie

Takes place during the newest Geordi audio(Your boyfriend asks for your trust) So spoilers for that video. It is what I imagine Cutie says and thinks. I plan on doing another part. All of Geordi's lines arent mine I just typed out what was said in the audio.

Words indented like this are Cuties thoughts

Trigger warning: Unhealthy parenting, Implied eating problems, argument, non-consensual mind reading.

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Past

“Repeat after mom, Knowing keeps us safe.”

“Knowing keeps us safe.”

“Good. I know I've given you this talk before, but you still haven't learned. We were given this ability, to protect ourselves, and the ones we love. Others believe we just listen in, that our ability is simple. It's not, we are inspectors, we tune into a brain, and we will know all we need, including who wants to hurt us.”

This is stupid, it's just re-

“No”

You looked up at your mom, confused.

“You said you 'd stop reading my mind without asking.”

“I know but as I said, telepathic powers are to protect us. As your mom, I need to be in your mind, as much as possible, to protect you. whether you want me in there or not. Do you understand sweetie?”

You nod, whispering yes in your head. Your mother preferred thoughts over words, she says that they're pure.

Present

“You didn't always have powers, you lived your whole childhood without them, without hearing anyone's thoughts. You were raised in a house where people had magic and you didn't, not at first, not until you were old enough. Didn't that ever make you feel vulnerable, different?”

“All the time, I never had a moment to myself, she was always in my head. But it was a good thing, she always knew when I needed help, and I never had to tell her anything. It was a good thing, that's what she taught me, she protected me, and that's what I want to do for you. I just want to always know you're ok and safe. I don't want to talk about this anymore, I can't.”

“Okay.”

 The oven goes off, and before you can ask Geordi, refuses the food.

“I think I'm going to sleep.”

Your mouth opens but shuts when Geordi specks.

“ Because I'm tired and you don't seem to have much to say anyway, so maybe sleep will  help clear my head a bit”

“Ok, ill- ill sleep on the couch toni-”

"No, I don't want to sleep separately tonight I'm upset but that doesn't mean I want you gone, it's our bedroom, it's our bed, both of us just because, just because I'm hurt doesn't change that. Good night."

And he's gone, leaving you alone, with your thoughts, something you've never been used to. You look down at the dinner he made, letting your thoughts take over.

I can't eat.

but he made it for you.

That was before you hurt him.

But he still loves you.

But he didn't say it.

But he does.

How do you know?

He still wants them.

To use them.

No, he loves them.

Or he's just not cruel enough to kick you out this late.

He loves them.

No h-

Stop, theyre not breathing.

Shit!

breath.

Breath.

Breath.

Good, keep breathing.

Eat, you forgot to pack lunch.

No cant, not hungry.

That's a lie.

Don't want to, not worth it.

Then go to bed.

What bed?

Your bed.

Yours and Geordi's bed.

Not ours anymore.

He said-

Shut up, why am I such a mess, my thoughts aren't like this, there organized.

You love him.

That's not an answer.

Your worried.

Worried, of course I'm worried, I'm always worried about him. He doesn't let me in, and I can't keep him safe from outside.

He doesn't need your protection.

He doesn't need you.

Your worried about losing him.

I'm always afraid of that, nothing in the world is trustworthy.

You worried he'll leave.

You shake your head and decide you need rest. You walk to the couch when you remember that he wants you in his room.

It's your room to.

You hesitantly walk to your bedroom, then back to the kitchen, then back again. You repeat to yourself to breathe as you open the door, you take a deep breath, letting the comforting scent of your partner calm you. 

"Geordi? Are you asl-"

"No, I'm not asleep yet."

You take a few steps, towards the bed, looking at Geordi’s back, so stiff, so uncomfortable, you want him to relax, be happy.

Maybe massage would help.

You think he wants you touching him?

What about snuggling?

Even worse, you'd smother him.

You already do.

I didn't mean to. 

Doesn't matter, he hates you.

He doesn't hate you, he loves you.

How would you know?

Say it, if he says it back-

Then he's just being nice.

no - he's not like that, he tells the truth.

He didn't at the pool party.

You didn't give him the chance.

Shut up. Just say it.

"Geordi? I um I love..."

Come on finish the sentence.

What do you love? Breaking his boundaries?

No.

Then why do you do it.

"I love you to"

See they love you

He's lying.

No, he not.

Check then.

No don't, that'll make things worse.

Only because you'll know the truth, that he doesn't love you and he's disgusted by you.

You enter Geordi’s thoughts, just to get away from your own, but you regret it. He's fighting with himself. Your heart breaks more, he doesn't know if he loves you, and worst you know he has every right to question his love. Even when you leave his thoughts, your thoughts repeat as your back is facing him, but not touching.

“Maybe trying isn't enough”

It isn't.

Then just stop.

Stop trying?

No.

Yes.

Just stop trying and start succeeding.

What?

Don't enter his mind, ever

ever?

Ever. not even if he says it's okay.

But what about his safety?

He’ll still be safe.

But why?

To make him happy.

 But I'll be miserable.

And paranoid.

But he’ll be happy.

He's been hinting at this.

When?

He said you're too used to being in people's minds, so stop.

But that's my job.

Then stop doing it outside your job.

You need the break anyways.

You'll have more energy for work.

There are no cons.

 Okay.

Then it's settled, this power is only for work.

[berryzxx]

hfjzshjf i saw this extremely late

people who are entitled as fuck. Like who tf do u think u are get off ur high ass stool and pipe down

people who have this victim mentality. Maybe if u used ur fucking brain and ur remaining two braincells u would fucking realise it is ur fault and ur the one who fucking started it. Don't go and cry and act like ur getting hated on or wtv when u started it, made it worse and now can't handle the bs u started. grow a pair and fucking mature.

PEOPLE WHO LIE WHEN THERE'S NO NEED TO. like what are u fucking trying to achieve. like it's not even in a joking way its in a "im going to lie because im an untrustworthy person who wants u to believe something cause ur gullible" like wtf? what do u gain from it. fine if u have a reason behind it i wouldn't push u for the truth anyway but when u could clearly tell the truth with nothing changing then fucking say it. ALSO when ur in an argument and the person says "i didn't say that" bitch yes u did. im not deaf nor am i thick. u fucking said it so own up to it

ATTENTION SEEKERS. Like do i even need to elaborate.

When u have plans and ur excited for them and someone cancels with no prior warning. A heads up would be fucking nice

Someone who has the totally opposite opinion and drags u down for yours. Im sorry you dont see my point of view but can u calm down? It really isn't that deep like why are u making an argument over my opinion??? make it make sense.

IF YOU ARE TALKING BEHIND MY BACK BUT FAKING BEING NICE TO ME. like ok u dont like me fine but why are u wasting ur own energy and mine by being fake nice. Like just shut up. IDC if u dont like me stop with the fake smiles and compliments when u dont fucking mean them

If you tell me my joke was mean and i apologise but proceed to make an even worse/hurtful joke like did u not get the memo? if u cant take a joke then neither can i, kindly stfu

Being disrespectful to older people for no reason. Like ok she's walking slowly she's got a fucking walking stick stop laughing at her, get some moral decency

Making fun of someone so other people laugh. You look like a clown when u do that literally what is the point

Someone who feels the need to get into a conversation they aren't part of

SPREADING DRAMA WHEN UR NOT EVEN INVOLVED. like keep ur mouth shut it's not that hard, here i'll even tape it shut for you

k im done <333

some of my pet peeves 😍

people who don't try in school

people who don't respect adults

slow walkers like i'm trying to get to class please hurry up

people who over sexualize characters who are minors like YES WE WANT THE LGBT REP BUT SOME OF YALL ARE TOO MUCH

people who keep talking to me when i'm tired

teachers that YAP

gwen haters 😛

people who make you feel bad for liking something

friends that are always late to stuff

PEOPLE WHO INTERRUPT ME WHEN I'M TALKING UGHHH

people who don't keep their stuff clean

anyway that's all i think i'm just a negative person but yk

[lesbobiwan]

could you do a Fennec x female reader?

of course!!

Sweet Submission

18+ ONLY!! minors dni!!

warnings: fighting as foreplay, a little bit of degradation (use of cockdumb), strap ons, wlw, edging at the v end

kissing fennec is like a backwater street fight.

every press of teeth against your lips is a blow to the gut that leaves you breathless, and every drag of her tongue across the roof of your mouth is a sucker punch right to your solar plexus.

you like to think you give as good as you get. both of you enjoy the fight right before the submission that changes every time you find yourselves like this.

after all, it’s no fun to just lie down and take it. if fennec wants you underneath her, she’ll have to earn it.

you think, in the back of your mind, that fennec knows you want to lose tonight. you want to feel her hands forcing you into whatever position she wants you — want to feel her teeth drag against your neck and her hands trail underneath your waistband.

but you won’t make it easy for her.

your blood sings as you surge forward, hands tangling in her hair to force her back against the bed. you purposely don’t press your weight on her like you should.

the recognition flits over fennec’s face for barely a second before she’s taking advantage of it. her hips tip forward and she jerks her upper body to the side and out of the way in an impressive maneuver as you careen face first into the mattress.

fennec twists again, powerful thighs bracketing your own while her feet hook around the inside of your ankles to keep your lower half pinned.

the only sound in the room is fennec’s pants in your ear, the blood rushing beneath your skin, and the soft whirring of the mechanics in her abdomen.

fennec leans forward, pressing her breasts flush to your back, and like this you can feel the almost icy sensation of her cybernetics against your lower back.

“are you done?” she questions, hands closing easily around your wrists when you try to scramble up. fennec eases up off your back for just a moment before she forces your hands to cross at the small of your back. she presses herself back onto you before you can even blink.

your hands still flail from where they’re trapped between you two. your palms slide against the clear protective casing that shows her cybernetics and your nails scratch just beneath her belly button.

you enjoy the hiss she lets out, but instead of jerking backwards she only presses even more of her weight into you, forcing your hands to curl uncomfortably between your bodies.

the way her thighs cage your own in makes you acutely aware of the slick that drips from your cunt. can she feel it too?

the only benefit to this position — as if the whole thing isn’t already exactly what you wanted — is that your thighs are forced to be pressed together, and you can get as much friction as you want on your throbbing pussy.

one of fennec’s hands — and isn’t it embarrassing that she can restrain you with just one hand? isn’t it exhilarating? — trail to the front of your body.

she grasps at one of your tits and tweaks the nipple until you cry out into the pillow. fennec seems to like the noise because she pulls it from your throat twice more before dragging her hand down.

down over your trembling stomach and skipping over your dripping core entirely before forcing itself between the thick of your thighs.

“oh baby,” she coos in your ear, lips brushing against the skin in a way that makes you shiver beneath her, “you’re so wet just from me pinning you down? you’re dripping down your thighs all from a little manhandling?” fennec tsks.

“f-fuck you,” you stutter out, clenching your thighs around her hand and rolling your hips to try and force her to touch where you need it most.

fennec’s teeth scrape against your neck as she responds. “maybe if you won.”

you groan into the pillow as if upset with the reminder of your loss, if you could even call it that. is it a loss when you’re getting exactly what you want?

“now, will you be a good girl and stay just like this for me while i go get the strap, or will i have to do something else for my little brat tonight?”

her words release another wave of slick from your sopping pussy.

“i’ll be good!” you gasp, turning your head away from the pillow to be heard. “i’ll be so good, i promise — i’ll stay right here!”

fennec’s pleased hum makes lightning shoot down your spine, and she rewards you with a soft kiss to the back of your neck. “good girl.”

her weight leaves you between one blink and the next, and without turning your head towards her you know that she’s digging through your extensive toy chest to find exactly which strap on she wants to fuck you with.

without the grip of her hand around both of your wrists, the temptation to touch is too great to resist.

you slowly widen your knees, danger thrumming in your veins because you said you wouldn’t move. but as your fingers finally swipe across your throbbing clit, you know whatever punishment she has for you will be worth it.

you bite down on your lip, stifling your whimpers as two shaky fingers circle around your clit. your other hand barely reaches your hole — you barely dip the tip of one finger into your pussy before your hands are getting wrenched into their original spot at the small of your back.

“what did i say?” fennec demands, voice low. the plastic cock that she chose for tonight rubs cruelly against your slit as fennec settles in between your newly spread thighs.

you cry out, rutting against the hard length of the plastic with an animalistic single-mindedness. your hands twist as best they can in her grip, fingernails scratching weakly at her wrists.

“i’m sorry!” you wail, even as you continue to cant your hips back in search of more.

“no you aren’t,” fennec denies, and she uses her free hand to press just the very tip of her cock into your cunt.

you clench and flutter around the intrusion, a guttural sound leaving you as she presses herself in, inch by excruciating inch.

she doesn’t piston into you like you expect — doesn’t set a brutally fast pace.

instead, fennec takes advantage of her literal abs of durasteel, and slams into you — harsh and slow and exactly enough to ruin you.

her pace never falters. her hips don’t stutter as they smack against yours.

the fingers not holding your wrists together trails to circle around your clit. quick and precise circles that have you drooling into the pillow like nothing more than a —

“cockdumb little girl,” fennec breathes out, voice cutting through the fog in your brain. “that’s what you are, right? cockdumb for me?”

you wail in agreement, eyes clenching shut as your release builds inside you.

“that’s it,” fennec pinches your clit between her fingers, forcing a squeal from your throat, “that’s my girl.”

the cock drilling inside of you doesn’t speed up, but she somehow starts to fuck you harder. your thighs tremble against the onslaught and your toes curl and —

fennec wrenches her cock out of you.

you cry out as what was sure to be an earth shattering orgasm is ruined. your hips jerk and you writhe as much as you can beneath her, begging incoherently for her to just put it back in, please fuck me, pleaseplease —

“no,” fennec tsks, pressing her teeth into one of the bite marks she’s already left behind, “if you want to cum, you’ll earn it. understood?”

you sob into the pillow, fingernails digging into your own palms as your perfect plan is ruined.

a sharp smack against your ass has you squealing again.

“understood?” fennec repeats, and she brings her hand down on your opposite cheek when you don’t answer right away.

“yes!” you shriek, “i understand! i understand!”

the tip of the dildo presses back into you. “good girl,” fennec whispers, and she presses back into you just as torturously slow as the first time.

“good girl.”

[yinses]

B R A N D E D

| he would make sure that everyone knew who you belonged to |

tattoo artist! sukuna ryomen

rating: t

a/n: this is going to be a three part series. it got too long because i couldn’t shut up. thank you to @teoran for beta reading !! 

you should have never informed yuuji that you were thinking about getting a tattoo, because of course his first response would be hey, sukuna owns a shop. why don’t you stop there. as if you didn’t already known that. your other friend, unfortunately had not known how to be subtle about it.

its when you go to hand off your card that they gasp audibly, drawing the attention of both yourself and the woman behind the counter.

“you’re not going to ask for a discount? i mean you know the owner, right?”

she jumps back quick enough to dodge the errant elbow you throw her way.

you knew you would regret telling her.

the woman is undeterred as she take your card, looking bored with the news. “so you know sukuna, huh?” the way she said it implied that it wasn’t the first time it had been made known to her.

you had known the man long enough to know where her thoughts were going with that assumption. sukuna wasn’t only popular for his art. a shudder rolled through your body at the idea of being categorized as one of his flings.

it wasn’t as though you were intentionally shaming the women. but it was sukuna. the same guy who locked you and his younger brother out on the patio whenever he was meant to keep an eye on you. and then blamed you for hiding from him when the responsible adults got home.

in hindsight, maybe you should have chosen another location. but now your card has been charged.

you scribbled your signature on the receipt, “uh yeah, awhile now. im not requesting him or anything.”

“his appointment book is full anyway. he doesn’t take walk ins.” its not said snidely, just matter of fact. as if she was seasoned with dealing with these kind of customers.

the man of topic strides in then, carrying a few bags of take-out that he drops carelessly onto the counter. he doesn’t m look unlike any other day, a loose white sleeveless shirt with a low hanging v-neck that just invited attention to his skin. the swirls of black ink made permanent by his hand only. though that was the advantage of this field and owning your own business on top of it.

sukuna was prepared to ignore the clientele planted at front desk, until he did a double take. those vermilion eyes took you in, morphing from speculation, to shock, a pinch of awe, then back to postulation.

“what are you doing here?”

a small frown mars you face. you didn’t actually consider that perhaps sukuna wouldn’t want you here. it was one thing to know the guy, but whether you wanted to accept it or not, you weren’t just another customer. so you unsurely respond with, “getting a tattoo?”

the snort he gives isn't one of annoyance. in fact its almost comforting to see the minuscule curl of his lips until they start to part, “yeah, missing something aren’t you?”

you realize with a frown that he’s referring to his brother.

“i have other friends.”

that slow smile wides as he gives your friend a brief look of appreciation. suddenly all those years of witnessing him cart his flings around rise to the forefront of your mind.  really nothing rarely changed. “ i can see that.”

his gaze cuts back to you, “what are you getting? your boyfriends name?”

you cant tell if he’s teasing, fishing or a combination of them both.

he turns to lean over the counter, arms flexing at the action and pinches the fresh design still hot from the printer. you resist the urge to shuffle in place as he inspects the image with more interest than there were lines. it was hardly all that complex, just as you intended.

sukuna finally voices his opinion, to no surprise of your own. “yeah? kind of small isn’t it?”

“its my first sukuna,” you drawl.

you realize too late that the wording isnt best around him.

“no kidding.”

he tugs a styrofoam box free from the plastic bag before gesturing to you with a tilt of his head.

“alright, lets knock it out.”

you look to the woman expecting her to complain about his pending appointments but she only returns it with a pointed look. when it came down to it, what the boss wanted goes.

right then.

turning, you address your friend who seemed more invested in watching sukuna’s departure. “are you coming?”

her gaze snaps to you and she doesn’t even bother to pretend. she shrugs, “you may not be squeamish about needles but i am.” her hand waves vaguely towards the lounge area near the coffee station and stack of assorted snacks. “i’ll come running if you scream though,” she teases as you turn down the hall.

sukuna’s voice carries from the right in guidance where you find him setting his food off to the side. the room is neat. though you don’t know what you were expecting given the health expectations lining his work. then again, you’d spent the better part of the decade watching him cart week old pizza boxes out of his room so it was hardly a baseless assumption.

aside from the desk of tools and variety of inks the only other defining feature was the wall at the back. there was no rhyme or direction to the madness. the once white wall was littered with varying penmanships and messages. almost like an autograph book. some derogatory, others genuinely thankful for his work - you think you see a few numbers too.

the cushion of the seat protests under his weight as he rolls to the center of the room. he has the stencil of your chosen art held up in expectation.

“where is this pretty little thing going?”

“oh my rib- here on the right.” you think nothing of bringing up the hem of your shirt to expose the skin just under the curve of your breast.

he almost looks impressed, though there is some doubt. he wheels closer and gives no warning as his hand palpates the area. “over the bone? that’s daring for your first tattoo, princess.”

the name was nothing new, an accompaniment to yuuji’s ‘brat’.

part of you actually grateful that its sukuna. the entire shop had good reviews but it was best known for his talent. besides, the charge was already sitting on your card.

“i can handle it.”

he’s still squinting at your side, fingers tickling at your skin.

“yeah?” he answers absently. nimble digits you didn't think had any taste for delicacy carefully peel the plastic from the stencil. he doesn’t second guess himself in the slightest before pressing it to your skin.

when he pulls away, the chair follows him as he collects a hand mirror from his desk to reflect the design back to you.

“double sure?” he’s still rallying your resolve, but there is a hint of warning to his voice as professionalism seeps in.

with a firm nod you seal the deal,” yeah.”

“aright, pin up your shirt out of the way. tuck it into your bra if you want.”

you were expecting this already, given the location you’d decided on. with sukuna that action comes effortlessly without thought. it was no different than the times he’d seen you in your bathing suit, your brain reasoned. at least you still had your pants this time.

sukuna rests back into a lean against his small desk. absently you note that his eyes haven't left you once since you’d entered the room.

“eager little thing aren't you?”

but its sukuna.

you shrug.“ i guess. kind of been saving up for this one.”

the noise he makes is non-committal as he nods to the angled chair.

without your shirt there was no barrier between yourself and the leather. you expected the cold chill but the lack of stickiness kind of surprised you. once again you were reminded of the indisputable list of reviews at your fingertips.

sukuna goes about collecting the materials to disinfect your skin, angling the bottle and cotton over the trash can to catch the excess drops. satisfied with the saturation, he slides back.

you try to absorb the brief shock you feel when he applies the alcohol to your skin. it was hardly a substitute for actual bracing to come but it was good practice. when you look up, you catch his gaze again.

he’d been more observant in these last few minutes than you could ever recall sukuna caring before. maybe it was the job. though the thought of him excelling at customer service has you fighting a snort.

“cold,” you supply and he gives another grunt.

he chucks the cotton ball into the trash with all the efficiency of a man who has made a sport out of it and probably keeps score.

deciding on a solid color eliminated the need for him to break away to change shades, eliminating any surplus time keeping you in this chair.

a gloved hand braces your side, pinching the skin, while the other holding the gun rests against your sternum. when the motor starts you take a careful breath in. sukuna’s eyes raise at the sound.

“not nervous?”

you blink, expecting him to just get to it.

“uh, not really? i’ve never really been afraid of needles.”

he pauses. just when you part your lips to ask what wrong the buzzing starts.

its impossible not to tense at the first bite of the needle. but you fight the urge to jerk. it stings. the vibration of the motor is uncomfortable against your ribcage but it's not unbearable. you certainly wouldn't cry.

sukuna seems to notice it as well.

“not going to lie thought you’d be more of a cry baby? weren't you the one sobbing after you stubbed your toe.”

you latch onto the idle chatter even if it's a jibe.

“i was eleven and i sprained that toe.”

he gives you a quick glance. “sure, princess. completely called for the waterworks.”

you snort. “yeah well it made me stronger. im barely affected today.”

your words are followed by a shift of his hand as it turns to follow a line, the movement pressing firmly against the underside of your breast. you're too attentive to the needle pinching at your skin to take notice.

but sukuna does, eyes narrowing without your awareness.

“yeah, i can see that.”

rather than closing your eyes to block out the pain, you find a more comforting distraction in tracing the lines of his tattoos with your gaze. you can hardly make out the first tattoo he’d gotten at the age of seventeen after forging his parents signature. 

the abstract design had now branched out, interlocking with new styles to map out the formation of a sleeve. it was almost like his own branded language. a dialect of bold shapes and bands. you’d never thought to actually ask what his tattoos meant. nor did you expect an honest answer.  

sukuna works rather quickly and efficiently while your mind wandered. even if he hadn’t squeezed you in during his lunch break this felt like the usual pace for him. he looked so in the zone as he followed the pre-made lines to perfection.

you weren’t the model customer, still having your brief moments of weakness but he rolled with the interruptions better than you expected. sukuna was brash growing up and didn’t tolerate nonsensical people. you’d had your fair share of opportunities to be chewed out by him.

and earned a reasonable amount of them, though your returning attitude said otherwise.

but this sukuna was softer, if you could put it like that. he knew the right time to give you breaks but didn’t let your nerves settle too much. when he wasn’t adding a layer to permanency to your skin, an errant finger would smooth over the swelling flesh.

more than once you heard him throw out a quiet good girl. that you knew was meant to be encouraging but it came with additional implications that tickled your skin.

he tells you that you should be grateful that the artwork doesn’t need any shading. that it was never a good fit for beginners.

your chest expands the furthest it had in the last half hour when he finally rolls back.

“alright, princess, go ahead and take a look.”

you take the offered mirror again and angle it to take in the fresh piece. the reflection you get back is- amazing. you’d been so concentrated?? on micromanaging the pain that you failed to take in the little details he’d added along with the original design.

as if reading your thoughts, he snorts. “it's not my art if i don't leave my mark. you can tell me it looks good you know.”

if you didn't know any better, you’d say he was authentic in his attempt to bait your approval.

and you had no reason not to provide.

your legs are a little shaky but you manage to balance yourself before brining the eldest itadori into a hug. sukuna goes stiff for a moment before returning the embrace and doesn’t resist when you press your face into his shoulder. there’s an awkward pat before they release each other from the hold.

sukuna .. before he’s shrugging you off.

“god, what a noob. at least let me cover it up. you’re going to irritate the skin.”

when he turns back to rummage through his desk you note the hint of a flush creeping up his nape. you know better than to mention it, instead just smiling at his back.

there is a scowl on his face as he applies the cotton square to your skin and tapes it in place.

“please do not itch this shit. i don’t care if you feel like your skin is going to fall off.”

he presses a small tube of antibiotic into your hand.

“and apply this daily. you don't need it drying out. “

you’re grateful for the little slip of printed instructions that follow. you were able to remember the sensible directions but it couldn't hurt to have additional guidance when you started to question the progress.

“oh and no sex.”

that was definitely not on the list.

sukuna raises a brow in all seriousness. “what? if you get your blood pumping too much.”

you call him on his bullshit,” this small? hardly. “

he raises his hands in mock surrender. “alright, try it yourself if you want. i charge for touch ups though.”

the two of you size each other up. just like old times.

with a sigh you relent, “fine, no sex.”

“good, see me in two weeks.”

his words stop you short. it wasn’t as if you needed anything added and he wasn’t a physician checking on your progress. if anything, you would only revisit your artist if there was a problem.

“what for?”

the dawning grin would follow you for the next fourteen days.

“to make sure you didn’t have sex.”