#i will Try to be active but. you know. shit is quite fucked at the moment and i need time to process and figure out where to go from here

[stubz]

"-and if they show signs of any of these symptoms. DO. NOT. COME. This is a highly contagious illness and they should be quarantined immediately. In fact, you yourself will get sick."

"Is it really that contagious?"

"Ms. Poppy, it is so contagious that it shuts down entire schools."

"Oh my..."

"So quarantine is very important, okay? Your child may return 3 days after their symptoms go away. Anymore questions? ...no? Okay, that will be all, thank you for your time--"

"Wait! What about the other families? The uh, aliens?" blurts out Ms. Poppy

"Are you asking if they can catch it too?"

"Yes."

"While this virus has not been yet tested for that I don't believe so. Testing with other diseases and illnesses show us that 99.9% of them are unable to be passed between humans and other species. Your child's fellow classmates should be safe as should your co-workers."

.

Quarantine is still in effect. Stay inside. If you or your loved one are experiencing any symptoms call the med bay and have the infected wait outside of your living quarters. You will be escorted as soon as possible. Most common symptoms are nausea, fever, vomiting, and dehydration. Repeat. Quarantine is still in effect. Stay inside.

The halls go silent again. On a work day this was unheard of. The wide halls should be full. Full of bodies, full of chatter, full of activity. Now they are empty and quiet. Not even the hum of the AC was present. The only noise the humans heard was their own breathing and the soft crunches of the discarded masks they stepped on.

The shorter one peered into each room they passed and in each one saw not single living being. A automated pilot waved at them from the control centre and they slowly waved back.

"How much longer until we reach the nearest station?"

<15 hours> it replied.

"...how many are sick now?"

<50% of the entire ship are infected. 15% of them are almost recovered now>

"...how many became infected from the young-"

"Don't. Ignore that question." interrupts the taller.

<Understood> the automated pilot goes back to steering the ship and the humans leave.

..

"I can't wait till we reach the station." groans a bearded human.

"How much do you think we made with all this overtime?" jokes another.

Silence and unamused looks are his only response.

"...sorry. I'm trying to lighten the mood."

"We know it's just...too soon." the bearded man motioned to the short and tall human sitting in the back.

"Oh shit-guys, I-I'm sorry. You know I didn't mean anything by it right?"

"We know Reese." the taller one sighed.

"A-and you guys know that this wasn't your fault right? I mean there was no way you could know-hell the fucking med coalition didn't even know!"

"..."

"He's right you know. I read over the papers and there is no way you are at fault. Either of you...Kim. Look at me."

"But I should have canceled the fucking party!" the chair slams to the ground as the human shouts. "I should have just canceled the party! I knew that there was a chance that Oscar and Theo were still contagious, but I still let them come considering that they were the only humans!"

"Kim, I could have canceled the party too-"

"I'm the one who knows just how contagious it is though Max!! The place I worked at before shut down for a whole week because of this, I should've known." Kim whimpered red faced.

"But you didn't!" Max retorted. "You didn't, I didn't, and the goddamn coalition didn't! No one knew because they didn't test it yet because we all thought that it was biologically impossible."

"..."

"You are not at fault for Fenrir, Calis, or anyone else getting sick. Now quit blaming yourself, eat your damn food, and lets get back to work. We still have another 12 hours till we reach the station."

"Max, that's too harsh-" Kim wiped her face and ate while Max rubbed her back.

...

"First mate Calis, good to see you on your feet again."

"Yes, well, I was going mad from my mate and young treating me like I was made of star dust."

"You say that like its a bad thing!"

"It is if its for more than a week." they smirked.

"So...what was it? Enemy attack? Chemical spill? What was it that made half the ship so ill?"

"Norovirus. A common human illness that is incredibly contagious."

"...I thought that illnesses couldn't be-"

"We all did. But somehow this virus did. Not only that but it's symptoms and effects are worse in most other species."

"You said it was common though?"

"Yes. It is. Millions get it every year on Earth."

"Well. It seems I'll be taking Earth off my list of planets I wish to visit."

[july-19th-club]

i have no mouth and i must scream speech but for about insomnia hate hate hate let me tell you how much i have come to hate being awake

[sainteclectic]

sighh alright. really didn't want to talk about this here because this is the funny soulwhole blog and I want to just keep talking about my ideas and posting art in peace. however.

iowa has officially rolled back trans rights. transgender people are no longer a protected class in my state, among other awful things in that bill. honestly I have uhhh. no fucking idea what to do now?? I won't really get into my situation because it's not important to what I'm getting at here, which is that uh. shit's fucked out here and it might impact my creative output for a while. which is an insane thing to focus on here, I know, but I don't want to disappear without an explanation. so... here you go.

love you guys. existence is resistance and we will keep fighting 🏳️‍⚧️

[sydmarch]

it was so stupidly difficult to find any nutritionist who has experience with arfid & takes insurance so after having to go through all these referrals my therapist sent me & jumping through hoops I lowkey hate the lady lmao feels like such a waste of time & energy

[lesbiansanemi]

I spoke too soon I should have known that was too easy for him I’m so tired I was like hey! I might have found someone interested in subleasing, if they end up not wanting to ill start making posts places but either way, ill need a move in date to advertise and tell people. Do you have any estimates of when you might find a place yet?

And my fucking roommate replies with a bunch of links to apartments like well you could move HERE like fuck you fuck you fuck you jackass this wasn’t what we agreed on and also 90% of the places he sent me were places I already contacted and had no availability/a waitlist/couldn’t sign until august and the other 10% were WAY out of my price range also none of this solves that I don’t want to sign a new fucking lease cuz I want out of this fucking fuck ass city between you and your bf you make almost TRIPLE what I do you will have such an easier time finding a new place and moving plus you wanna stay in this stupid fucking fuck ass city just fucking GET OUT

[phinjeet]

* continuing 2 deal w my emotionz by giving them 2 the characterz

[fingertipsmp3]

I swear to god everything from the weather to my equipment to my neighbours to my own fucking body is conspiring to make sure I don’t get a good run this week

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

katsuki is pissed the fuck off.

it doesn't take a rocket scientist to tell. whenever he's angry he makes it extremely obvious and most of the time it becomes everyone's problem. but it's weird to you because he was fine like, 5 seconds ago.

until 5 seconds ago he'd gotten back from buying groceries for the class and kissed you on the forehead as a greeting. he'd even brought the oranges you'd begged him to get last minute because you'd randomly been craving them, even after saying he wouldn't (but you both knew he would.)

but now he's pissed, and you have no idea why.

he's not saying anything either, but he keeps huffing and clicking his tongue every once in a while, fist pressed hard against his cheek and his jaw locked tightly chewing on the little piece of the own orange he'd been eating and finished a bit ago.

you keep munching on your piece of orange as you stare at him, and then you poke at his cheek. he grunts, shooing your hand away and leaning away from you.

"what's got you so grouchy ?" you tilt your head with a raised brow, he scoffs. readjusting his leg on the couch. you fight the urge to roll your eyes. he's ignoring you now ?

"katsuki."

silence.

"katsukiii-"

"it's nothin'." he growls, huffing through his nose.

this time you do roll your eyes "sure, that's why you're being all cranky." slowly, you inch towards his spot on the couch where he'd secluded himself away. he hasn't left the room and he doesn't react to you getting closer besides a slight side eye, so you know he's probably just being dramatic.

his nose scrunches up at your wording and he pretends he doesn't notice you lifting his arm up to lay in them. he doesn't comment on how he almost immediately changes his position to make you more comfortable.

"m'not cranky." he spits, eyebrows contorting and a pout settles onto his face "not a baby."

could've fooled me you think, but you decide against actually saying it. you're smile widens when his eyes narrow once he meets yours, he pinches your side "quit starin' at me."

"katsukiii. what's got your panties in a bunch ?" you coo and katsuki gives you the most repulsed look you've ever seen him make.

"don't ever say that ever again, i'm so fucking serious." he groans at your giggling, leaning his head away and shoving his palm in your face to get away from you like he couldn't just leave the room instead of actively pulling you closer to him. really, could've fooled you.

"ya didn't let me peel yer orange for you.." he mumbles grumpily.

you blink up at him "..what ?"

eyebrows furrowing just at the memory, he continues "was gone for three seconds to put away the damn groceries an' here you go, prancing around me, throwin' your peel away in the trash right in front of me."

oh, wow.

"katsuki. really ?"

"you know i always do it for you. yn." he sasses.

"that's why you were so mad at me ?" your giggles muffled by him pressing your head into his shoulder in a headlock.

"you were busy !" you fight weakly.

"so ? if you've got shit to do you come to me, i woulda done it in two seconds. peeling oranges doesn't take that long, dummy."

you keep giggling as you try to fight him off before you hear him snort and he releases you.

as stupid as it may sound, katsuki isn't the best when it comes to letting his affection be known through words, so you know how much acts of services, as small as they are, mean to him.

you sometimes forget how much he loves to do little things for you. throwing away your little candy wrappers, or already unwrapping your ice cream for you. or absentmindedly fixing up and sorting out your desk, or bookshelf when he sees your manga out of order or sticking out too much. the little ways he cares for you make your heart flutter. you smile up at him and offer him a piece of orange. he scowls at it.

"don't want your stupid orange." he mutters childishly, but you don't have enough time to pull away to eat it yourself before he grips your wrist. bringing it up to his mouth to eat it anyway. you roll your eyes with a fond smile.

"i'll be sure to leave the orange peeling to you from now on." you jest. he grunts in approval, softly chewing on the slice of juicy orange before patting your wrists, signalling he wants more. and you snort, but you still hand him another piece. his warm grip on your wrist remains even though he could very well just take it out of your hands. he hums again when the taste kicks in.

"you better, i mean it. otherwise it's your funeral."

thank my lovely lovely moot @kovu-bunnbunn for this lovely idea ! tysm twin ! :3

[raylynnn]

“Nooo stay with me baby..”

Katsuki x Y/n

FYI: sexual activity implied, swearing, ect:

Scenario: you know that trend that’s like you film your boyfriend being all sweet and whiny and then he catches you and tries to act all tough, this but with katsuki and even worse you sent it to his friends..

“Babyyy.. please baby. Just a lil longer..?” He muttered against your tummy all smuggled up and holding you tight. His thumbs rubbing circles on your hips as he lays kisses on your abdomen.

“Suki..cmon we’ve been laying here for hours” you smiled running your hand through his hair as he kept whining and begging totally unaware that he was being filmed.. “not long enough.” He snapped as he ran his hands up and down your body, feeling you and caressing your soft skin. It was almost like he was getting cuteness agression.

“God your so fucking perfect..just wanna be here all day..all night” he muttered leaving kisses on the side of your tummy as he trailed up. “God baby your so pretty..my pretty girl.” He whined, “please baby..let’s just lay here aight?” He mumbled as his hands traveled lower.. a little too low. As he lifted up his head from your tummy he pouted slightly as he whined. “Cmon baby, I’ll even make my pretty girl feel good..you ain’t gotta do nun for me just let me eat that pretty puss-“ and that’s when he saw it. Your phone. Recording him.

“Fuck.” He jumped up from the bed. Quite literally fucking jumped. He ran his hand through his hair as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Shit..uh we should probably go..” he muttered looking away from your eyes as he deepened his voice. You busted out into laughter as you started typing on the screen. As katsuki tried to act tough and nonchalant that’s when he heard that little send notification go off.

“Fuck no babe! F-fuck no delete that!” He barked trying to take your phone to delete it as he climbed across the bed but by the time he snatched your phone the boys were already reacting to it.

He sat on the edge of the bed soaking in his shame. God he was so whipped. And suddenly the messages started flowing in.

Sero: BRO😭 damn he’s whipped.

Bakusquad⁉️

Sero: I didn’t even know he could lower his voice let alone say the words “pretty”

Denki: theirs no way her pussys that good.

Denki: women. WTH did you do to katsuki?!

Kirishima: dude we’re talking about this wether u want to or not man..

Denki: also..EAT WHAT?!?

Kirishima: bro.

Fuck. He was cooked. No burnt. Charcoaled even. The next day when he sat in the commons with you laying your head in his lap scrolling on your phone the boys walked up with some DEVIOUS ass grins as they stalked behind Bakugo and his pretty girl.

“Baby nooo..stay” sero mocked grinning mischievously. Katsukies eye twitched as he heard you giggled under him. “Baby please..5 more minutes!!” Denki snickered as they both mocked and teased the heated blonde. “I will fucking murder you.” The blonde spurted out like venom. “But you’ll give us 5 more minutes right?” Kiri teased referring back to Bakugos begging as he even mocked bakugos baby voice he used with his gf.

And suddenly you were on the couch with your head resting on the cushion as you watched Bakugo run endlessly chasing the 3 dumbasses that got him riled up in the first place..god who knew this could be so entertaining…

AN: alsooo..lemme know if y’all want a series of this with other characters😙

Also requests are always open so plzzz drop em in the comments!❣️

[bowsandsturniolos]

bricked.

warnings: smut, male masturbation, swearing, begging, getting caught.

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chris can't take it anymore. he just filmed a video with his brothers. he was rock hard the entire time. he was stressing over the fact that this wasn't a car video, and the camera had a very clear view of his crotch.

throughout the filming process he was continuously tugging down the fabric that repeatedly bunched around his erection, praying that it'll flatten out on its own.

after he gave up on that, he began to lean forward more, his stomach covering his hard-on. desperate attempt after desperate attempt, he gave up. he pushed it down openly, not caring if it was obvious.

he lets out a shaky sigh of relief when the camera beeps, indicating that the video is finally over. he hurriedly chats with his brothers before beelining it to his room, shutting the door behind him.

his chest heaves, eyes shutting. his pants are fully tented. he sits down on his bed and runs a hand across his face. he knows it's not gonna go down.

he lies on his back, staring up at the ceiling, legs hanging off the bed, feet resting on the floor. his hand almost has a mind of its own as it runs down his tummy to the bulge in his pants, palming himself.

he moans breathily, his eyes fluttering shut. he bucks his hips into his own hand, desperate for any stimulation. images of you, his best friend, flashed through his mind.

"fuck.." he whispers, untying the drawstrings of his black sweats. he lifts his hips as he tugs down his pants, leaving him in his cream colored boxers.

he palms himself harder, chest rising and falling increasingly quick. he whimpers as he glances at the damp patch formed right above his tip, giving in.

he tugs down his boxers, his veiny and thick length springing free. precum drools from his slit as he wraps his hand around his base, a thick bead of it rolling down the side of his shaft.

he slowly begins to fist his cock, picking up the pace as he goes. the pad of his thumb presses against his slit before rubbing circles over it, rolling his hips.

he lets out quiet and breathy moans, careful to stay quiet. this doesn't last for long, though. his moans get slightly louder the closer he gets. "please mama i-" he begs.

he continues begging to your ghost in his imagination, picturing that it's you fisting his cock instead. his eyes roll back in his head.

"please let me cum i need- i need to." he begs, as if there's anyone stopping him. suddenly, he bucks his hips, the coils in his abdomen snapping abruptly.

he whimpers and chews his bottom lip as bands of white paint his fist and stomach. he runs his thumb across his tip one last time before taking his hand off, lying there, breathless on his bed.

just then, there's a pounding on his door. matt's voice erupts from the other side. "quit beatin your shit, dude! i'm not deaf!" his eyes widen, a flush appearing on his cheeks as he hears matt's soft footsteps direct back to his own room.

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author's note: hi! i'm sorry i've been so inactive but ive been soo busy recently so just bear with me! when i have time and good ideas i write, but those two don't line up often. anyways, ill try to be more active if yall wanna see more from me. with love, bows, and sturniolos. 💗🎀

@whore4mattsturniolo @evie-sturns @ryleescomet @sweetshuga @chrissbbydoll

[parfaitblogs]

persimmon ❀ s. reid x reader

in which you wake up to your first morning on your honeymoon. 

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: smut (18+ mdni) tags: oral (f receiving). praise. he loves you you love him!!! newlyweds. word count: 1.2k a/n: couldn't tell you where the fuck this came from tbh. very short + very simple little thing i wrote instead of doing assignments after seeing a tweet about persimmons :)

You were beautiful. Maddeningly. Iridescent, as sunlight reflects off your skin and golds the room in which you lay with him. Gentle breaths that lift and deflate your chest evenly, bringing you closer to him, ripping you away soon after. He ached to hold you closer. To the point of your chest never cutting contact with his own. He knew better; knew to let you sleep.

The things he feels for you seem too demanding for a human being. Too overwhelming. How can one man hold so much adoration for another person? His heart was always so full when he woke up like this; before you did.

Things were more beautiful today, though. The ring around your finger, for you had refused to take it off despite his efforts, sparkled amongst crinkled white sheets. Legs entangled with his own, skin resting against skin, warm enough to provide an enormous amount of comfort. 

Never one to curse unnecessarily, Spencer Reid was. Yet, all his thoughts were consumed with, fuck you were beautiful. 

It seemed too inconsequential of a word to describe you. Every word did. A thousand adjectives and he would still believe he's not loving you as much as you deserve. 

You stir, and his entire bloodstream burns. He couldn't count on his hands how many times he had watched you wake up in the morning, but this morning was so special, and before you had even fully fluttered your eyes open, he was kissing you. Gently, for he wanted to take his time with you. 

You're smiling. He can feel your lips stretch against his, and he's proud to have enough self restraint to pull away from you so he could see it. He's sure the sun could develop a rivalry with you when you were this happy. 

"Good morning," you murmur, a little breathless from the half asleep kiss you were still trying to recover from, "husband."

He relishes in the way the word leaves your lips, and it takes a considerable amount of strength to not kiss you once more. Though, he wants to. Desperately. 

Then again, he wishes to do a lot of things this morning. So many different activities he yearns for (many of them not very appropriate, if he's honest), and he is quite content to cancel the schedule you had developed for today to complete them. 

He knows better than to do that unprompted. So, he asks, "How much time in bed do we have?"

Perhaps it was the way he looks at you while he's above you, hair falling down and gently tickling your face from how close he was. Perhaps it was your own personal desires seeping into your strong willed mind. Whatever it was, you were probably on the same wavelength as him, and you were discarding whatever else you wanted to do that day. 

"As much as we want," you reply, and it's a shit-eating grin on his face that promises you a good morning. 

"Thank God."

Never one to be religious, you know he's wanton if he's thanking a figure he doesn't believe in. You bite down a remark about it. 

Amongst all the doctorates he had attached to his name, you were sure worshipping your body had to be one of them. For the way he kisses down your body is practised, and it is a trail of flames he leaves on your skin. Benign kisses on every patch of skin he can find, paying extra attention to the pulse point on your neck that drags whimpers from your lips. 

Fingers find your thighs to push them apart, hands sliding up and down the skin and encouraging goosebumps to lift. He is breathless as he laughs at you, but then he is pressing kisses into your hip bones, and you truly forget how to argue with him. 

"I love you," he says, lifting his gaze up to you, breath warm against your skin, all whilst his head lowers further down your body. He presses a kiss to each thigh, repeating the adoring phrase in between. 

Wasting no time to put his lips on you, he's teasing with his tongue licking a stripe up the centre of your folds, before he's attaching them to your clit. 

He probably mumbles something about how good you taste, as he usually does, but you're too overwhelmed already to actually register the words. For you had been inside the cabin David Rossi had gotten the two of you less than twelve hours, and he had drawn four orgasms from you already. Something about spending your honeymoon loving you in every way he can. 

You're writhing beneath him already, and he's sure if he focusses any more on that, he'd lose his mind. His tongue flicking over your clit elicits more moans from you, and the broken sound of your voice. 

"Spenc—er—oh," your head digs into the pillow beneath it, back arching. "Please."

Usually, he would force your hips back to the mattress, and he would concern himself with keeping you still. Then again, usually, you aren't this sensitive. He lets you lift yourself off the mattress, though he moves with you, and you're provided no respite from his mouth.

He's never once eaten you out with this much tranquility; he likes to devour you like you are his first meal in months. But today, he is taking his time, and he is dragging out every quiet moan and cry from your throat that he possibly can. 

Persimmons can sometimes be so incredibly tender they split themselves open. The osmotic pressure that is built up by the sugar tends to cause the skin to burst. When he touches you like this, you consider whether or not you are but a tender persimmon, splitting under the duress of how good he feels. 

"My beautiful girl," he breathes out against you, and God if you believe nothing else in this world, let it be how much this man loves you. 

His hand reaches up to find your left hand, interlacing your fingers with his own and bringing them both down to your stomach, where he finally pushes you back down onto the mattress. 

You are too tired to even warn him, but your moaning becomes incessant, and your fingers are digging into the knuckles of his hand within your own. You're sure you don't need to say anything.

He coaxes you through your orgasm, obscene praise leaving his lips every chance he gets, his eyes so fixated on your face you can feel it, even through your now closed eyelids. 

He's pulling away and kissing his way back up your body, each kiss more drawn out than the last, until he's got his lips back on your own, and he's swallowing the gentle moan that leaves your lips. 

"I love you," you finally murmur, and he pulls back to bury his face into the crook of your neck, kissing the skin there so delicately you wonder if you could fall apart all over again, for an entirely different reason. 

"I love you," he punctuates his words with his hand squeezing your own, which he still had interlaced with his. 

"Can I cut our bed time short for a shower?" you ask him, quietly. 

"Mm," he considers it, or pretends to, hair tickling your jawline. "No, I'm not done with you here yet."

"You're insatiable."

You squirm when he nips at your neck. "You married me."

He pulls back to look at you, eyes sparkling, and you breathe out a quiet huff of amused laughter. 

"Yeah, I did."

your reblogs and replies are always appreciated ♡

[cutebat]

You know what, fuck it. I'm going to write my own neglectful yandere batfamily cause everyone else is doing it, but I'm going to do it in a different way.

Yandere Batfam x Neglected, but Defiant Reader

Prologue (Diary Entry)

Warning(s): Mentions of yandere themes, neglect, emotional abuse, mentions of physical abuse, forcing to drop out, attempted guilt tripping, reader is just venting out her feelings

(I made this in the reader's POV to make the whole 'diary entry' thing more sense.)

~~~~~

July 22, 2024

It's funny when someone tells their story.

Only to be told back that it's unrealistic.

Almost as if they're afraid to believe it's real...

Oh, God, that sounded dark.

~~~~~

For everyone who doesn't know,

Bruce is a billionaire who's also a shitty dad

Dick is a dick, like actually

Jason uses his trauma to let all his frustrations on me

Tim is a delusional bitch

Cass was okay until she knocked me to the ground

Damian is just a thing who you want to burn to ashes

Alfred... I guess is just Alfred

~~~~~

I was basically raised as what people would call a 'black sheep'. Kind of like... actually, I don't need to explain all that.

Basically, I was adopted by the infamous Bruce Wayne when I was ten for whatever reason. After the first day of living with him and the family and giving me the new role of Batgirl, everyone just pretended as if I didn't exist.

I tried to interact with every one of them and all I got were "sorry, can't talk right now" and "can you shut up".

Like, WHAT THE FUCK DID I DO TO THEM?!

Is it because I'm prettier than all of them and had barely any trauma in my past? Seriously, why are people so jealous about these kinds of things?

Bruce really signed all that paperwork for nothing.

Of course, my little ten year old brain would think that if I tried to impress all of them with what I could do, maybe I could gain their attention.

So by the time I was twelve with my ten year old mindset goal in my head, I did nine different after school activities, won over fifteen awards for my achievements, and went out to patrol at least six nights a week.

And none of that worked! Those fuckers wouldn't even spare me a glance!

~~~~~

After a while, you don't see a point in trying your best.

I dropped out of most of the clubs I regret joining, I just laid back in my classes, and most of all...

I quit being Batgirl.

I didn't want to, but like I said, where's the point in that?

So with that, I just gave up on everything and just... stopped trying.

~~~~~

But then one year all of that almost changed?

For the first time ever, I found myself suddenly really pretty, and after a month I entered eighth grade, I was suddenly asked out by one guy, then two, and all the way up to ten!

It was like really cool!

The popular girls became my best friends, more guys would ask me out, and the teachers started pointing out that I was their favorite student, even the ones who weren't my teachers.

It felt like I was on top of everything. That I was special. The world is revolving around me.

Finally, I was in a place to build a great reputation.

And then life was like FUCK THAT!

~~~~~

After the first semester of eighth grade, Bruce was weirdly in my room and he said wanted to have a 'talk' with me.

So, during this talk, he was basically talking about the last three years of me being neglected by him and his family. To be honest, I forgot everything he told me, but honestly, I don't really care.

He also told the others about all this and now they suddenly feel bad which I don't give a shit about. But, I knew he was doing all this to guilt trip me, which was honestly so stupid.

Now, after he dropped that bomb, he told me that I had to drop out of school to do some "bonding time" with the others along with him and the people who actually cared about me didn't really matter at all!

I JUST GOT SETTLED IN!

All I said was "FUCK YOU" and just stormed out of my room with the only thing that I took was my diary that I had for quite a while that I never used before.

~~~~~

So, yeah. I'm currently in the attic, venting my feelings all out on this stupid glitter diary with a random pen that I found on the ground.

But whatever.

It doesn't matter.

Nothing matters...

My life is just a game.

A sick, hopeless game.

[hoshigray]

based on this post by @stnexus; the truth is so good I had to cook.

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: Nanami x afab/fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - sitting + missionary position - breast fondling + nipple play - oral (f! receiving) - [un]protected sex - impact play (spanking) - clitoral play (licking, sucking and swiping) - overstimulation - cervix fucking - pet names (angel, cutie, [my] love, sweetpea) - shit bout to get active (nasty) - implied multiple orgasms - creampie - mention of drug/alcohol abuse.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.9k

“Sigh, poor Yu.”

“Mm? I’ll be fine, sweetpea.”

“Pfft, not you, silly. I meant Haibara, he’s so shit-faced that he’s practically glued to the bucket.”

“Ahh, that’s true.” Nanami chuckles.

“And you, I thought you knew how to control your alcohol; what happened?”

Honestly, your blonde husband is too under the influence to tell you. All he knows is that what was supposed to be a pleasant and chill outing with his coworkers, Ino and Ijichi, at a Korean barbeque place somehow turned into a wild yet fun night of drinks and stories. But that’s to be expected when Yu Haibara comes out to join the crew—yet who is Nanami to diminish the entertainment of his best friend?

Needless to say, all three of them–minus Ijichi because someone’s gotta drive everybody home–got quite drunk from the ordeal, surprising you the moment you opened the door and saw the blonde and brunette stumble into the shared apartment. You shook your head with a smile, taking the men in and preparing the couch for Haibara to sleep on, along with a bucket he’ll eventually hurl in. Then, you lead your husband to the armchair after taking off his blazer, placing a cup of water on the end table for him to sip.

Nanami grumbles, putting his hand on his forehead. “I don’t know…I know I was drinking light until Yu started buying cognac and scotch.” Fuck, my head is pounding like crazy… “I think I tried that Brown n’ Orange cocktail like—hic—four times. Heh, it was delicious.”

“Cocktails and scotch?” You inquire while helping him take off his dress shoes off his manspread legs. “How many drinks did you have all together?”

“Mmm, more than five?” He chuckles lightly at the sight of you peering with concerned eyes. “More than ten.”

“Jesus, Kento, no wonder you’re all flushed.” He leans into your palms as you’re stroking his light rosen cheeks and ears. “Drink that water; I’ll try and find something for you to snack on.” You stand and head to the foyer to drop his shoes off, and he slumps onto the armchair with a sigh.

It’s been a long while since Nanami had been in more than a tipsy state. The buzz has his head ringing, the rose of his cheeks getting hotter, and the tiny grunts of his best friend on the couch humor him; at least I’m not that wasted. God, albeit the night’s fun entertained him, he most certainly didn’t miss the aches of his head—and he knows it’ll get worse in the morning. So, to distract him, he watches you coming back into the scene and entering the kitchen. 

It was late into the night, the hour hand touching midnight, so you were walking around the place in your usual sleep attire: an oversized shirt and some shorts. You looked too cute, waltzing around, scrummaging through the fridge and pantry. Smelled good, too; definitely finished putting on your lotion and skin care after a shower. Holy hell, you looked so beautiful; the glow of the ceiling lights made your skin too luscious to resist. He swallowed thickly at the sight of your hips swaying as you moved and his breath at a halt once you stride back.

Your fingers touch his forehead, checking his temperature. “My my, Ken, you really outdid yourself.” Your giggle was music to his ears. “Totally unlike you to go past your drinking number.”

“Hmm, I know,” he grabs for your wrist and places gentle kisses on your fingertips to lick. “Might as well take advantage of me; who knows the next time I’ll be like this.”

You notice the teeny glint of his mocha brown eyes, scoffing faintly with a grin. “So you’re drunk and bold tonight, huh.” He brings his face in to kiss your cheek, following down to your chin. “What about poor Yu?”

His “poor” friend in question is currently snoring his drunkness away, cuddled up on the couch with the blanket you placed over him. “I wouldn’t worry about him.” He whispers to your ear before a kiss. “But you should worry about me.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because, all I’m thinkin’ about,” his hands sneak into your shirt. “How soft you feel in my hands and how crazy the smell of that lotion is making me.” 

You can’t lie; with how hot he was looking, there was no way you could decline. His sandy bangs draped down to his forehead, chocolate eyes gleaming with wanton, and his warm touch squeezing the flesh of your breasts. Pulling him up and leading him to the bedroom was all you could do.

“Ahhh, ahhh, yess, yeessss!!”

“Hnngh!! Ughh, shiit, y’ feel so good, love!”

Once the bedroom door is closed, Nanami plans on having you glued to him the entire night. It might be the bubbly feeling still in his bloodstream; however, right now, nothing beats the feeling of having your cunt clenching on his cock. 

You sat on his lap, both his pants and your shorts on the bedroom floor—makes it easier for the flesh of your ass to meet his pelvis as you bounced on him. Your knees trapped atop his thighs, your lower regions free range for his length to burrow inside your warmth. Meanwhile, his hands roam either inside your shirt to play with your breast or swipe on your clit to make more cute sounds to escape your puffy lips.

You jolt, his chest and abs exposed from his shirt, now touch your back. “Fuuuck, yesss!” Nanami kisses your neck as he tweaks your nipple and clit concurrently. “Like thaaat, keep going…!”Your words do things to him, bucking into your hips to release more moans suppressed within you. “Ohhh, Kentooo!”

“Shhhh, not so loud, angel,” he whispers to your ear, hissing at the twitch of your vagina. “Don’t want Yu to wake up…Mmmph!”

So he says, yet the grip of you is driving him insane. Maybe it was the alcohol–it had to be–but you felt sooo fucking good. His head gets dizzier as your chasm constantly contracts around him with every graze of your upper wall, his senses more enhanced than ever as the cold bedroom air juxtaposes with the shared heat of your bodies.

“OhoooGod, ahaaa!” Shaky shrieks erupt from light pinches to your clit. “OhhhKennn, I’m gonna cummm…!”

“Shit, me too, baby,” Nanami burrows his face into the pit of your shoulder as he ruts upward with no resistance. More silent screams derive from your mouth as your climax crashes on you like a wave, clamping onto Nanami’s cock until your body stops trembling. And he keeps going until he’s at his limit as well, pumping his load into the condom. 

As you two pant heavily and sink into the feeling, Kento’s hand comes up from the south, and you take his fingers to meet your tongue. The sight of you tasting yourself only furthers the thirst your husband has quenched.

…So he has his fill of you.

“—Ghhh, Kentooo, yer tongue…! Go slooow!”

But he can’t, not when you taste so good.

He has his face stuffed so deep between your legs, his mouth and tongue latching onto your labia to drink every last bit of your fluids. An action that’s futile as all that does is persuade more to seep your folds and his tongue. But that’s even better, the taste of you refusing to leave his tastebuds.

You throw your head back to the pillow when Nanami pushes your knees further, and more slurping noises venture down as he laps relentlessly on your cunt. You’re wailing, “Ahhhh, slow doownnn! I’m gonna b-break..!!

His tongue comes to your clit to dance around. “Sorry, love; you just taste so good to stop.” He sucks on your bud to make your toes curl immediately. He chortles, “Cutie…”

You grab tuffs of his golden hair as he pushes his tongue inside your vagina, whining at the feeling of the wet muscle dredging into your sensitive insides. Violating you with pleasant rubs and licks within your inner channel, it’s tough to think straight for the both of you. You smelt way too fucking good to stop, and your adorable mewls let him know that he’s doing his job in pleasing you. He wanted more—a greedy desire, of course, but it was a need.

“Kennn, d-don’t! I came already,” you plead, but the hands pushing and pulling his head further down tell a different story.

“One more, sweetpea,” he coos with a kiss to your slit. “One more time for me, okay?” 

However, if you find it hard now, imagine how it is the next time he plunges his cock inside you once more. Because–trust–he becomes way needier than before. Pajamas completely stripped off your nude frame, along with the dress shirt stinking of alcohol, your husband has finally let loose and has his way with you for the final moments of the night.

He has you now under his bow, watching how your figure recoils from every push of his hip work. Sweat glistens across your skin, your legs coming around his waist, and more alluring sounds flying out your lips that prompt the man to pound into you lovingly. Your beautiful folds, mixed with saliva and your essence, now are stuffed with his shaft and his come he expelled into you the moment he inserted himself the round before. Having you bare on his dick is unreal, the booze taking its effect and making the sensation way more titillating than the last. If he hasn’t already, Nanami is about to lose himself.

“Hahhh, ahhh, holy shit,” his eyes look to the union of the sexes; the white ring that shows on the base sends shivers. 

“Ohhhh, Jesus, fuuck,” you whimper aloud, eyes sewn shut as the pleasure improves the haze in your head. “’O good, f’eel sho gooood…”

Slow ruts to your chasm dial to a faster pace. “One more, let me go for one more…Hnnnmm.” He brings your hips up a bit to pull up a bit; the angle is better for his length to plow deeper into you. You scream abruptly at the jab of your cervix, and he instantly bends to your ear for comfort.

“Ahhh! Hoooh, Kent—Ohhh!” Your arms come around his neck, bringing him intimately for guidance. “T’oo muuch, it’s too muuch!”

“I know, angel, I know,” he utters hoarsely, placing more kisses on your neck to leave hickeys for later. “Almost there, okay?”

You can only take his words for what they are as he continues to thrust into you mercilessly; more pokes to your cervix bring even more choked gasps of air. With your walls clutching around him, Nanami will come again within seconds—inevitably so, as he’s way too deep to call quits now. 

But before that, he wants to feel you one last time. He drops one leg to have a hand come to your clitoris to swipe on again, motivating your excessively engaged body to undergo more onslaughts of satisfying pinches. With a howl, you release yourself and submit to another orgasm, the flutter of your walls pulling Nanami into a crescendo of his own.

Heaving bodies, pant desperately for air, the blonde man trembling with the shocks that travel up his spine. He gives way and rests his sweaty frame on yours, syncing his breathing with your pattern.

“What has gotten into you?” You titter breathlessly. “I haven’t seen this side of you since our honeymoon.” Your jest does its job, making your husband chuckle in jagged breaths.

“Guess I should have whiskey cocktails more often.”

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[softaestluv]

Three’s A Crowd

Ghoap x Neighbor! Reader

Pt. 1, Pt. 2, Pt. 3, Pt. 4, Pt. 5

Tags: Teasing, Flirting, Attempt at humor, Ghoap are cocky dicks, Who also have big d!cks, explicit smut in the last two chapters, double penetration, anal, butt plugs, lingerie, creampie, & all the works

Summary: When you moved into your new apartment complex you thought your biggest concern would be something practical such as mold in the shower or weak water pressure. Maybe even the smell of lingering cigarette smoke or marijuana from previous tenants.

You never expected it to be your neighbors who seemed to have a sex drive that rivaled any succubus or horned college teenager.

“Oy, hi, las— what are ya wearin’?” John asked, standing outside his apartment door staring at you with an incredulous expression.

You looked down at your outfit, brows furrowing as you examined your clothes: a black shirt and jeans. You had to admit, it wasn’t the most amazing outfit considering the fact that you were late to work this morning, but it wasn’t anything horrendous. Wasn’t anything to comment on at least.

Especially since you were late this morning because of them.

The pair had kept you up all night long with their loud extracurricular activities. It had actually been several days since you’d been woken up by it, but they were abnormally loud last night. Had seemed to have forgotten any shred of this decency they were gracing you with. As if they were making up for all the quiet sex they were trying to have for you.

Could still hear John’s moans of ‘sir’ and desperate pleas ricocheting in your mind. Who the hell calls someone else ‘sir’ during sex? And who the hell sounded like that? Like John was on the brink of tears, sobbing to cum.

You weren’t a virgin, by any means, but you also weren’t having the same type of sex they seemed to be having. Sex never had you pleading, pathetically begging to cum. Though maybe if you had begged any of your past lovers you would’ve actually been able to get off.

“Uh, my clothes?” You responded, holding the seam of the shirt out with both hands in a display, realizing that it was more oversized than you registered this morning.

“Nae, nae,” John interjected, waving your words away before moving behind you, brushing his pointer finger against your back as he read aloud, “Lieutenant Riley.”

“What?” You gripped the fabric on your back, arching your neck as far as it could go.

There it was, in bold white font: ‘Lieutenant Riley’ printed across your back.

“You two up to somethin’ I should know ‘bout?” John asked from beside you, snickering loudly behind his hand.

“I don’t, I don’t know who that is,” You responded, confusion washing over you at John’s apparent amusement.

“It’s mine.”

You snapped your head up at his words, finding his gaze. A stare that was usually dominant and intimidating, turned sharper, impossibly so. Unwavering and assertive. Had chills collecting on the low of your back, cotton practically drying your mouth.

It was quite ironic that you had seen him half-naked before, could picture his bulge and blonde happy trail perfectly in your mind, but you didn’t know his name. Knew how he sounded during sex, knew the things he would demand of John in a hoarse voice, but not his fucking name.

“What?”

“The shirt. It’s mine.”

You swallowed thickly as John stepped to the side of him, both of them staring down at you. Trapped between massive stone walls and your apartment door. Though their demeanor couldn’t be any different. John had a shit-eating grin, something you were starting to understand he always wore, but the masked man, this ‘Lieutenant Riley’ was piercing you to the spot. Staring at you like you committed a fucking crime like he could analyze every pulse in your veins.

“I-I don’t know how I have this. I didn’t; I didn’t notice when I got ready this morning. I was running late, so I threw on the first black shirt I found,” You paused your sputtering, inhaling a breath before continuing quickly, “Was late because of you two, might I add.”

This comment had ‘Lieutenant Riley’ arching his brow under his mask, which only made John laugh harder.

“I don’t know how I ended up with this. It probably got mixed up in the laundry room and ended up in my basket,” You explained frantically, face burning at your long-winded monologue, “Maybe if you two weren’t too busy eating others' faces you would put your clothes in the right bin.”

“Oh, so now this is our fault?” Riley asked, deep timber practically vibrating through your ears.

“Well, yes!” You exclaimed, “You two don’t have any decency for anyone else!”

“We gave ya an offer tae join, seems pretty decent tae me,” John sneered, grin dipping into a smirk as he leaned in close, had you stepping backward nervously, back hitting the door.

“Well, I already told you I don’t want to join,” You stammered, trying your best to keep your voice steady, but your nerves betrayed you, tone shaky and high-pitched.

“Awe, that’s a shame,” John teased, frowning dramatically.

You ignored him, peeling the shirt off quickly before shifting your focus to Lieutenant Riley, holding it out for him, “Here, I’m sorry, I didn’t wear it on purpose.”

He accepted the shirt, “Lace.”

“Huh?”

He gestured to your chest, “Lace.”

You looked down, eyes widening as you realized you were standing in front of the pair in nothing but your lace bra. Lace bra that matched the fucking pink panties they had teased you about in the laundry room.

“Matches yer panties,” John said, the amusement in his voice vanished, turned gravel, stare becoming just as tense as Lieutenant Riley’s was.

You crossed your arms over your chest in an instant, mouth shutting and closing in shock. Could practically hear each deep exhale the pair was taking, unblinking eyes focused on your smaller frame. Examined you like you were their prey, had your heart accelerating in your chest.

“So you do like lace then?” Riley asked, husky and deep.

You turned around, frantically barging into your apartment without a second thought, ignoring the sounds of protests John made when you slammed the door on their faces. Cursing your existence because the pair was definitely trying to ruin your life.

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[princessbrunette]

BABY DADDY RAFE!!

like they co parent but they aren’t really together, but the lines are a little blurred, like he’s always at the house to see his daughter but the lines get blurred when she’s put down for bed and the two of you cuddle and fuck on the couch

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i just love the au because it forces him to be a little soft when it’s clear he’s so reluctant to be. he didn’t want a baby for that exact reason, he knew it was gonna make him sappy and he’s tryna handle business— but he quite literally cannot help himself when he comes round to see the kid and you’re standing in your little nightgown crying into your hands because he’s the first person you’ve seen all week, it’s been so lonely and isolating and you’re just so relieved that someone else is there to pick the baby up when it cries for just a little bit.

he doesn’t like that one bit. rafe is unhinged and an asshole at times but he doesn’t play about the mother of his child because that’s who looks after the baby and obviously the two of you had a connection for you to end up knocked up?? you cry to him, rambling about how hard it’s been and he’s there nodding furiously with his lips a lil parted and wide eyes trying to seem like a really active listener :(( drops the nonchalant act real quick

“hey, no tears alright? i— i didn’t know you were feeling like this. why the hell did you not call me? i told you, you can always call me about this shit.” wiping your tears away and pulling you into his chest :( “look, tell you what we’re gonna do okay? gonna leave the baby with rose for a few hours. gonna take you out for lunch, yeah? then— then okay, you’re gonna have a fuckin’ nap. ‘cos you look exhausted.” and you just can’t stop crying from relief, the weight being taken off you for a lil bit 😮‍💨

def starts making more of an effort after that, checks in all the time, fucks you when you need it, feeds you when you need it, falls in love with you by accident 🙄 combats every one of your complaints too. “i just have no friends now, rafe.” “fuck you talking about, kid. i’m your friend.” lmaooo

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[16ferrari]

DOUBLE TROUBLE | LN4

୨୧‎ lando Norris x fem!reader

୨୧‎ summary: lando knows how to push your limits.

୨୧‎ warnings: jealousy, tension, kinda (small kinda) sub!lando, switch!reader, public sexual activity. edited but probably some missed errors

୨୧ a/n; I haven’t written anything in so long, so I’m sorry if this is shit. I’m trying to get back into writing

Lando knew you were possessive about certain things that were yours, and him, well he was the prime example of that. And he fucking loved that.

He knew the correct way to get under your skin and push those buttons. He knew the correct way to use your possessiveness to get you act crazy enough to get exactly what he wanted from you.

Attention and focus on him

He grabbed the closest girl that was near him and pulled her into him. He touched every inch of her, but kept his hands at a safe distance from where she clearly wanted him the most. He kept his gaze on you from across the bar. A stupid smirk laid on his lips as he saw just how red you’d gotten even from the quite distance you both shared.

He moved his hands down her back, touching her hot and sweaty skins. He cringed at the feel, but continued to play the game. She turned around and placed her hands on his shoulders and pulled him in closer, so close he could smell the strong scent of alcohol and cigarettes.

“Wanna get out of here” her voice was practically a moan as she tried to lean forward and bite his neck. He pushed her away once he saw you stand up straight from the bar. He chuckled and walked away from the dance floor, making a beeline to you.

“What’s wrong love?. you look a bit flushed” he placed the back of his hand against your forehead feeling just how warm you’d gotten. “You’re very warm, you feeling sick” he teasingly asked, ordering a drink from the bar.

“I hate you” you muttered under your breath, body relaxing after seeing the girl who was still waiting for him to return to her, walk away after she saw him return to you.

“She wanted to fuck you, you know right’’ you took the shot he’d ordered and drank it.

“Of course i knew, wanted to see you break into pieces before you got to where you are now’’

You rolled your eyes at him. “Oh, honey. You’re in huge trouble” he sucked in a deep breath. his face turning more redder than it was before. You ran your fingers up and down his leg, chuckling when you saw his chest start heaving fast.

“You know I hate when you do shit like this lando” you nibbled on his ear, hand disappearing underneath his white dress shirt he wore. He shuddered as he felt your hand trail down his abs.

“Oh, Fuck, I’m sorry” he groaned. His hand grabbing onto your back, pulling you more into him. “Can we leave now” he begged, pants becoming so uncomfortablely tight he wanted them off him.

You laughed and pulled away from him, placing a quick kiss to his cheek. “Nope, you’re gonna feel my suffering honey.’’ You left him at the bar by himself, walking into the crowd of people and grabbed the nearest guy. You turned around and backed into him, dancing to the beat. You let him rub his dirty and disgusting hands all over your body.

Lando felt his heart beat speed up with anticipation and desperation. You continued dancing with the unknown, swinging your hips everywhere and even unbuttoned his shirt so you could feel his abs.

You danced for what felt like forever, until you felt a hand pulling you away from the crowd in a rush.

“we’re leaving’’ you smiled behind his back as he led you outside. His voice was heavy and breathy.

“What’s wrong, did something happen that you didn’t like’’ you jokingly pouted at him, “poor you”

He looked around before he pushed you into the dark alley. Before anything could fall from your lips, he pushed you up against the wall. Lips crashing onto yours roughly.

He pushed your dress up your thigh as he wrapped your leg around his waist. He broke the kiss to place kisses down your jaw to your neck. You moaned throwing your head back against the brick wall as you felt his teeth sink into your neck.

“m’ so sorry” his hand disappeared underneath your dress. Fingertips messing with the black panties you wore. “Do you forgive me, love”

“Debating on whether I should- fuck” you felt him push aside your panties, “what you pulled tonight” he rubbed light circles on your clit.

“Will never happen again, I’m sorry” he spoke against your lips. Biting onto them, causing you to whine in pain. “will you do that again” you laughed, firmly grabbing onto his hair while pushing him down to his knees.

“Baby, of course not. But you bought this onto yourself, now-“ you threw your leg over his shoulder, and tugged up your dress even more as he could settle between your legs.

“You will make it up to me, right” you softly ceased his face.

“Yes ma’am”