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It's Fine if We Know We Won't Change
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Description: Jason realizes just how rough it was for Tim when he was training to be Robin
not canon-compliant, idk enough about canon for it to be.
Jason spins, dodging the incoming strike. He ducks under and slashes with the wooden sword. Tim blocks, ducking low and trying to sweep Jasonâs leg.
âCâmon, pretender, that all you got?â Jason taunts, jumping over Timâs leg.
They trade blows for a long time, dancing back and forth with each other. Eventually, Jason disarms Tim and tosses the bo staff across the cave. Tim jumps out of the way of his next strike, setting his jaw and considering Jasonâs stance. Jason lets him take his time, tossing his sword in the same direction as Timâs staff. In a real battle, Tim would need to be prepared to be unarmed and facing a weapon, but this isnât a real fight. Besides, not many criminals on the streets are fighting with swords.
Tim smirks as he launches himself at Jason again. Jason dodges again, knocking Timâs arm out of the way, then spinning around and sweeping his legs. He locks Tim into an arm bar.
Tim groans and thrashes his legs, trying to loosen the tension on his arm and shoulder, but Jasonâs grip is iron. One leg is keeping Timâs body pinned to the floor, the other bracing his arm as Jason bends it back. His thigh digs into Timâs bicep, Timâs breath is coming in short pants.
âYou gonna yield anytime soon?â Jason questions, increasing the tension. The rule is generally to keep increasing tension until they tap out, but he might have to call it soon if Tim doesnât tap out himself.
Tim just groans in response and struggles more. His upper body twists, and a sickening snap sounds through the cave. Tim yelps, and Jason releases him immediately, scrambling back. Tim rolls over, cradling the injured arm against his torso.
âThe fuck? Why didnât you yield?â
âI knew how to get out, I just needed a few more minutes.â Tim pants, pushing himself up slowly.
âJesus christ, tap out if you need to. This isnât a real fight.â
âIf it was, I could have died. I need to know how to get out of that.â
âYes, but this is training. Weâre going on patrol in a bit, this wasnât meant to be that serious.â Jason stares in shock as Tim walks to the back wall. âWhere are you going? The medbayâs the other way. We need to call Alfred.â
âCalm down, will you? I can set it myself, itâs just a dislocated shoulder.â Tim doesnât look at him, sets his back against the wall and bunches up his shirt, then tucks the end into his mouth. He grabs the wrist of his injured shoulder and guides it out in front of him.
Jason jumps into motion before he can do anything else. He gently stops Tim from popping his own shoulder back into place, and guides Tim back to the medbay.
âSit.â He points at the cot, then moves around and gathers lidocaine, syringes, and a sling.
âYou donât need to do all that. If you insist on helping, give me something to bite down on and do it. I donât want to go on patrol with a numb shoulder.â
That stops Jason in his tracks. âYouâre not patrolling tonight.â He doesnât glance at TIm, he just goes back to gathering his supplies. âEither Iâm doing this, or Alfred or Bruce is. Your choice.â He sets the supplies on the cot next to Tim and then gently starts feeling around his shoulder. Timâs scoff turns into a groan and he grits his teeth.
âPlease, Bruce isnât going to take care of my injuries. I doubt heâd let Alfred do it, either. So get it over with, or Iâm going back to doing it myself. And I am patrolling tonight, so no local.â
Jason stares at him, taking in the way heâs braced for it, jaw set and staring straight ahead at the wall in across from them. He sighs, âLook, if you really donât want the local, I wonât do it without your consent. But if your only reason for not wanting it is because you have some deluded idea about going on patrol an hour after dislocating your shoulder, I can promise you Bruce isnât letting you out of this house tonight.â
Tim finally looks at him, an exasperated look on his face. âBruce has never once stopped from going on patrol after being injured. Just get this over with before it swells too much.â
Jason huffs, then presses the call button on the cot. âThe fuck you mean Bruce never stopped you from going on patrol injured?â
âExactly what it sounds like. Iâd get injured in sparring, weâd go patrol that same night. Iâve never been benched for an injury.â
The way he says it, so deadpan, like itâs expected and normal for Bruce to not go full mother hen when one of them is injured.
âHow is that even possible? Youâve seen how he gets when one of us is injured.â Jason takes a step back, so he and Tim can be face to face for this.
âThatâs different.â Tim shrugs, then winces when it reminds him of his shoulder. âYouâre his kids. Iâm just some random kid who forced his way in.â
âTimââ The word sounds punched out of Bruce. âWhat? You really think that?â
Jason glances over, to see Bruce entering the med bay with Alfred right behind him.
Tim scoffs, pushing himself off the cot. âItâs always been true, hasnât it?â He stalks past them, going back to the wall. Bruce gently grabs his good arm to stop him from leaving.
âIt seems Iâve messed up with you. Let me start fixing it?â Bruce stares down at Tim, waiting while Tim considers it.
âDonât worry, B, Iâll be fine by patrol. Just gotta deal with this.â Tim tries to pull out of Bruceâs grip.
âThatâs not what I asked. Iâm not worried about patrol, Iâm worried about why you think I want you to patrol after being injured. Go sit down, and please let Alfred or I take care of you this time.â
âI donât need the help! Iâve been patching myself up since I started this vigilante business, Iâm fine!â
Jason frowns, if he or Dick refused medical help like this, or even Damian, Bruce would force them into the medbay and keep them there until someone else has seen to their injuries. Jason used to hate it, but heâs come to realize itâs one way how Bruce shows he cares. But Bruce doesnât push. He doesnât scoop Tim up and place him on the cot. He justâŠwaits. He waits while Tim glares up at him, body stiff and unyielding. He waits as the younger man considers what heâs saying, considers his options, and then ultimately decides to go back to the cot.
Bruce follows, making sure TIm is comfortable where heâs sitting as Alfred checks Timâs shoulder.
âJason?â Bruce calls over his shoulder. âWhat happened.â Itâs not a question, not even a statement. Itâs an order.
Jason winces, Bruce is already pissed and he doesnât even know what happened yet. Jason doubts thatâs going to get better when he finds out Jasonâs part in this.
âWe were sparring, he didnât tap out.â
âWhy didnât you stop before this happened?â Bruceâs voice is barely more than a growl, more reminiscent of Batmanâs voice than Bruceâs.
âHow was I supposed to know he was that close to being hurt! He didnât tap out!â
âUse your intuition. We donât take sparring that far.â
âClearly you did, if the kid has that much of an aversion to tapping out. Where do you think he learned it?â
Bruce turns, getting in Jasonâs space. âYou donât know what youâre talking about.â
âI think I have a pretty good idea.â Jason crosses his arms, drawing himself up to his full height. Bruce is slightly taller, but they have pretty much the same build.
âGuys, stop.â Tim calls out. Bruce visibly deflates immediately, stepping back to Timâs side.
âWhy the fuck does Tim think he canât tap out?â Jason scoffs.
âKnock it off, Jason, itâs not a big deal.â Tim winces as Alfred finally guides his shoulder back into place.
âBullshit!â Jason snaps, âSparring isnât that serious. Injuries are supposed to be bruises! Not fuckinâ dislocated shoulders!â
âDrop it! You donât know what it was like after you died! I had to fight every second to prove I deserved to be here. Bruce didnât want me, if I missed a patrol, someone could die. I was weighing someoneâs life against my own injuries every goddamn night. If I tapped out, I was admitting defeat. I didnât tap out. I learned to escape, or suffer the consequences.â Tim is glaring now, heâs hopped off the cot and stalked close to Jason. âYou think when I was searching for Bruce I was allowed to âtap outâ of a fight? You think I had someone patch up my injuries? Itâs great, that Bruce cares enough about you guys to be worried about you, or keep you from making your injuries worse. But you donât get it. Bruce changed. You had him before. You have him now, when heâs slightly more well adjusted. When heâs trying. I had him when he was broken. When I had to stop him from drowning himself in alcohol, or crossing a line he canât come back from.â
Jason stares, speechless, at his little brother. Tim doesnât talk much about whatâs going on in his head, or what heâs been through. And honestly, Jason didnât think Bruce was that affected when he died. He knows now that Bruce loves him, and itâs been a long ass road to get here, but he didnât think Bruce had gotten to that point after heâd died.
Bruce looks heartbroken, and he steps forward, reaching for Tim, but Tim sidesteps and turns to leave.
âTim, waitââ Bruce calls.
âItâs fine, B, you donât have to worry about me.â
Before Tim can take another step, Bruce grabs his good arm again. âTim, can we talk before you leave, please?â
âWhy bother? I know where I stand, Bruce. Iâm not your son, I never have been. Donât sweat it.â Tim doesnât even seem bothered by the words coming out of his mouth. Like itâs just common sense.
âNo, see, thatâs why we have to talk. You are my son.â Bruce speaks in a rush, as if heâs trying to get all the words out before Tim leaves. Maybe he is, maybe if Tim leaves after this, he wonât come back. âI didnât see you that way at first, Iâm not going to lie to either of us by saying that. It took me an embarrassingly long time to realize it. But you are my son, Tim, and I will do everything in my power to help you see that.â
âWhy now?â Timâs voice is rough, his head tilted downwards, as if to hide how close to tears he is.
âBecause I only just realized you didnât see it. I was stupid to believe youâd just know how I felt. Thatâs on me, son, and Iâm so incredibly sorry.â
Tim sobs, and Bruce tugs him into a hug.
âI know it wonât change overnight. I know there will be good days and bad. But please, give me a chance to fix this.â
Tim grips at Bruceâs shirt, nodding slightly against his chest. Jason winces as he sees Timâs injured arm pinned awkwardly, that has to hurt.
âIâm gonnaââ Jason points at the door and starts to head out, before Bruce grabs him.
âWeâre going to talk about you not realizing how much pressure you were putting on his arm.â Bruce narrows his eyes over Jasonâs head.
âYeah, yeah. Hug your kid, B, Iâm gonna go patrol.â He tugs his arm out of Bruceâs grasp, and makes his way quickly to his gear.
He can hear murmuring in the med bay, probably Bruce and Tim talking more, but thatâs not his problem now. Theyâll work it out. It wonât be easy, but they will.
After all, if Bruce could convince Jason to come back home, that he loved him, that he is , then he can convince Tim.
#jason todd#batfam#batman#my fics#bruce wayne#fic writing#tim drake#tim drake has issues#hurt/comfort#tim drake needs a hug#and he gets one
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âïž ê©.á addie's works in progress!
hai everyone, this is where i store my upcoming works! shoot me a message or comment if you would like to be tagged in any of them! (or should i start a perm taglist idk lolol)
i'll keep this updated as much as i can (à·Ëá”Ëà·)⥠- addie (ăŁá”âĄá”)ăŁ
á°.á lee heeseung ââ ìŽíŹìč
[wip!] fine line ââ e2l!au, idol!heeseung, strangers to lovers!au âá°. crack, teensy bit of angst, fluff
‷ teaser coming out soon! (my next upcoming fic :3)
âł heeseungâs got two problems: (1) he canât sleep, and (2) heâs addicted to the 1AM combo of instant spicy ramyeon and coffee milk from his favorite convenience store around the corner. the only thing more consistent than his insomnia? his nightly visits for his beloved snacks (and maybe glare at the new night shift employee who seems to judge his food choices, too). &Â pstt, spoiler alert: you're the said new night shift employee.
á°.á park jongseong ââ ë°ìą
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[wip!] love looks pretty on you ââ friends to lovers!au, fakedating!au (kinda), golden retriever x black cat!duoâá° fluff, angst, crack, rom-com
âł jay has mastered the art of romanceâflowers, candlelit dinners, sweet nothings whispered over the phone at 2 AMâyou name it. but commitment? yeah, not really his thing. but so isnât being alone. love is fun, love is exciting, but love is not forever. at least, not for jay. you, on the other hand, think love is a glorified pyramid scheme formed by societal expectations. so, no thanks! so when jay proposes a dealâheâll show you the fun side of dating if you help him figure out why his relationships never lastâitâs purely educational. totally hypothetical. no real feelings involved. just two people trying to prove a point. except now, youâre starting to enjoy rom-coms, and heâs looking at you like youâre something worth staying forâand suddenly, you two discover that love isnât just a scam or a fleeting thrill. maybe...just maybeâit looks a lot like the two of you. and that? that was never part of the deal.
á°.á sim jaeyun ââ ìŹìŹì€
[wip!] love, actually ââ secretadmirer!jake (kinda, you'll see heh), childhood bestfriends!au, friends to lovers!au, highschool!au âá°. fluff, crack, rom-com
âł ah, love. l'amour. the very word stirs our imaginations and pulls at all our heartstrings. wellâall except yours. after your bad luck with relationships, you're simply convinced that love is not for you. and a certain jake simâyour annoyingly persistent best friendâhas made it his personal mission to prove you wrong. his brilliant plan? writing you love letters under the identity of a secret admirer. foolproof, right? well...if his goal was to make you fall for a completely fictional person, then sureâhe aced it. there's just one teensy, tiny, problem: the more you swoon over your so-called secret admirer, the more jake starts to realize he might be the one in trouble.
á°.á park sunghoon ââ ë°ì±í
[wip!] love me if you dare ââ idol!sunghoon, childhood friends to lovers!au âá°. angst
‷ based off this sneak peak i posted years ago! (literally posted it four years ago and finally now committing to finishing it...)
âł in which you know exactly what (or rather, who) you want (p.s. itâs sunghoon), and youâre not afraid to show it. sunghoon, on the other hand? heâs afraid of many thingsâstarting with the very real #1 fear of losing you, his lifelong best friend. so when you go and confess your feelings for him, sunghoon faces his worst nightmare. but between falling for you and losing you, he realizes thereâs only one thing scarier than his number #1 fearânever even getting the chance to love you at all. and it takes him confronting that to understand that the perfect love casts out all fears.
[wip!] accidentally yours ââ highschool!au (or college!au, i haven't 100% decided lolz) , classmates to lovers!au âá°. fluff, crack, rom-com
âł the universe has a funny way of working. some people find their fate in poetry, in the stars, or in the grand, sweeping moments of life. you? you find yours in the form of park sunghoonâa boy you keep running into in the most unfortunate ways possible. like how he threw a football straight into your face and broke your nose. or when he got way too drunk at a party and threw up all over your shoes. or that time he somehow managed to blow up your entire science lab during class. in other wordsâthe five times the universe tries to tell you that park sunghoon is your fateâŠand the one time you finally listened. (and maybe fate had less to do with a broken nose and more to do with the way he looks at you like youâre his favorite accident.)
ps: no exact dates as of rn for when they get released,,,ty for your support & patience á°á©á°á©á°á© - addie
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If I had to choose between cutting off my hand and redoing grad school apps, I'd seriously consider the hand. Be gentle with yourself, it's a fucking slog. What kind of program are you looking into?
Thank you for the reminder to be gentle. This shit has been stressful, and having for various reasons only about a month and a half to actually do focused work on applying has SUCKED. Not looking forward to potentially having to do this again in the future (it's complicated but I'll explain why in a sec), but I am SO looking forward to two weeks from now when these applications are in and it's out of my hands, as much as the waiting game itself sucks in its own way.
As for programs, I don't want to get too specific. I was a double major in undergrad, and I'm not exaggerating when I say I've literally never met anyone else with those two specific majors. (Ftr one is a STEM field and the other in the humanities.) I want to keep studying both in some capacity in the future, but to make a long story short I'm stuck in a position where I have to hold off on applying to the program in the humanities for now.
As annoyed as I am about the 'long story' part of that, I'm totally fine with prioritizing the program in STEM for now. Hell, in some ways that's a good thing given the limited amount of time I have to work on applications. But at the same time, I've greatly limited the number of schools I'm applying to so I can focus on creating well-tailored applications for their specific programs and faculty, and that means each potential rejection would leave me with a far smaller share of options. It's a bit of a risk, but damn it I'm trying my best to show how strong of a student I've been and that I would work well with their specific people. Hopefully things work out in the end.
I hope your own efforts have paid off too, wherever life has taken you.
#it's hitting me now too how badly my undergrad school prepared me for this process#besides a couple of conversations with professors about grad school and jokes about selling your soul to unethical corporations-#- we didn't get told SHIT#i've said it before and i'll say it again but do not go to a rich kid school if you are not a rich kid (this is coming from a non-rich kid)#or at the very least be prepared for people to assume you know the ins and outs of networking and stuff you've never been taught about#i'm not joking when i say the school i went to brags about how many students get job placements soon after graduation#but has next to no actual resources to help students continue their education (esp for minority students) (like myself)#it's so frustrating seeing peers of mine get cushy jobs based on who they know when i'm out here busting my ass bc idk the right people#and god forbid you want to learn more but don't have similar connections in academia! it sucks!#i know my applications' success heavily relies upon letters i'm not allowed to read written for me by professors who can vouch for me#because their names might mean something to someone who might otherwise disregard me despite how ridiculously experienced i am#knowing you're good enough but might get rejected for something that goes beyond you has to be one of the worst feelings#i already have the sneaking suspicion that i won't get accepted to one of my top three schools based on that#and i haven't even submitted my app for them yet#there's so much i hate about higher ed but dammit i still want to learn. that might be the worst part of it all.#i want to keep learning but at the end of the day it's not about what i want. it's what an institution wants FOR me.#but that will not stop me from trying or from fighting for what i want. at least i have that.#anyway sorry for the long-ass ramble and for the delay but hopefully that answers your question sufficiently enough#and hopefully what i've said is useful to someone somewhere who might be in a weird spot like this#ask#answered#anon
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thereâs so much i wanna do this week/month/etc but iâm just too sick, i have no energy, i canât sleep, iâm constantly nauseous and headachey and on the verge of a migraine, iâm stressed and irritable and impatient and panickyâŠâŠ.how tf did i survive nearly 5 years of high school untreated if i canât even manage this when i donât have any major obligations rn
#at least i finally got my meds so hopefully i feel a little better soon#although iâm now on 20 pills per day which is Just Great#whenever iâm in remission itâs nice to just. forget sometimes that this can happen at any time#kinda wish i had the typical kinda chronic illness that people talk about with âflaresâ#or at least triggers that i can plan around#the other times have all had an easily identifiable stressor tho tbf. idk what caused this one#the first time was whooping cough and the next few were all very major life stressors like my cat dying right after i started uni#and i think also towards the end of my honours thesis?#but thisâŠâŠ.thereâs no major stress right now. nothing wildly beyond normal#iâm a little concerned about my joints tho. theyâve been so much worse than normal the last few months#so iâm kinda worried iâm developing rheumatoid arthritis (also an autoimmune disease and it runs in the family specifically)#so if thatâs happening then it could set my thyroid off? probably should get to the doctor at some point#obv iâm seeing my endo for thyroid stuff. but i should see my gp and get her to run all the autoimmune blood tests again#iâve done that before but itâs been a few years and my ankles and knees are so painful i canât even walk properly a lot of the time#BUT I JUST WANNA DO THINGS I ENJOY AND I CANT AND I WILL CONTINUE TO COMPLAIN ABOUT IT#âoh youâre so lucky you donât have as many obligations because youâre chronically illâ ha ha ha please swap lives with me immediately#personal#but seriously. i wasnât diagnosed until i was nearly 17 and we can trace it back to whooping cough when i was 12#so it was the last half of year 6 and then all of years 7-10 and the start of year 11 of just being. uh. âvery lazy and complaining a lotâ#and TEACHERS joking about me and my sister (who was dealing with an arguably more severe undiagnosed disease) missing so many classes#wow so funny pdhpe teacher whoâs supposed to be teaching is about health#and the thing with being a mentally ill teenager is that hyperthyroidism can just look like a very severe anxiety disorder#so i didnât go to the dr until i was too sick to go to school at all. and luckily had a good dr who did a blood test#iâm just rambling now because i canât sleep and i donât wanna lie here doing nothing#might go play pvz or something. thatâs been keeping me entertained
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household enemy to the yyh watchthrough number one is the olympics. it's taken us a week to get two episodes into the gamemaster fight
#out of three. please the third episode's what makes it okay im fighting for my life out here#it is NOT for lack of trying on my part but theres only a brief window of time when the olympics is not happening#and as it turns out the watchthrough is Not my mom's first priority (how dare she etc)#i do feel slightly bitter that we've gotten through two eps of band o brothers in the same time#we are fighting for the same timeslots yet somehow the hour long show's gotten a leg up??#you don't have time for a 23 min ep but DO for a 60 min one?? explain the math to me please#idk how to explain the vague feeling of betrayal bc it Does Not make sense Nor matter in the slightest#but cmonnnn we were doing so well. and my little bro's starting up school again soon and my dad's gotta go back to work#sometimes eventually (<- hes on medical leave) and my grandparents are coming over next week We're Losing Time Soon#ughhh if i'd known the olympics were happening (<- somehow completely oblivious to this) i'd have accounted for#my mom getting whisked away by the land of synchronized divers and shot putters and whatever the hell#happens in the summer olympics (<- only pays attention to winter olys)#bc that always happens. and *i* have to go back to school in Some Amount Of Time Im Too Scared To Check (p sure it's late aug though) and#when that happens i'll (hopefully) be stuck across town which means we won't be able to do it any time besides the weekends#and i don't wannaaaaa#i know this is the least important problem anyone's ever had like i get that i know but#it's important to me that they sit down and watch this with me. and watching it pull apart and being#the one who's easily the most invested it makes me look all desperate when i ask them for their time and they can't give it#we can only pull this off neatly in the summer and we were so close and now we're losing it right at the finish line#i don't want life to get in the way of this little bubble i've fought so hard to make y'know#and it's childish and embarrassing and whatever but i just want them to have fun with me with this thing i care about a lot#but i can't do that bc my mom needs to watch the judo matches at Every weight class#even though she's recording a lot of them? i don't understand but whatever i know it's her thing im just moping about it ig#i want it to be as perfect an experience for them as possible and it's slipping away from me#and i don't wanna leave this project unfinished when i start school y'know. sighh#i think they might feel like i only want them around when we're watching stuff. whcih is weird bc that's like#The Singular Way we family bonded literally my whole life so idk why they wouldn't get that when reversed#but either way that IS how i wanna spend time with them. i want them to understand this thing that's become a part of me#and i wanna talk With them about it. and so far it's been fun in a way it's never been before. my mom at least seems to really like it#and i want it to Keep going well bc if we lose momentum im worried they'll start finding it tedious. sighh
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Gencon is very busy...!!!
Ummmmm highlights of the day..!!!
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I maybe bought 4 Naruto figurines. Thankfully not individually expensive (though perhaps a little expensive all together...) see I wanted Sasuke but I also wanted Kakashi and I couldn't have Sasuke without Naruto and well it would feel wrong to have the 3 of them without Sakura and so I somehow. Got all 4. Haha. I'll most likely post pics later, whenever I end up opening them. I'm still at the convention center rn lol
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I was on the field of the Lucas Oil Stadium, aka the stadium that the Indianapolis Colts play at. I've attended all of One game here (not professional football, it was a high school game lol) so I've felt the size of it, but it's still fucking crazy being on the field. It's so BIG...... and obviously they've got the grass covered rn, but it's still pretty cool!!!
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I maaaade dice!!! Pretty precise process it seems, & definitely would require a Lot of work (after the sanding and the painting etc etc). I do still wanna get into it, but if I wanted to spring for stuff like the vacuum chamber or the pressure pot...
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Yeah, it'd get expensive. Add in the fact that I don't have a good place to do this away from the cats & it really is not feasible to start rn. But!!! Eventually!!!! I think I'd really enjoy it. I just need a dedicated workshop space where I can spread out without worrying about poisoning my cats lol.
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Here's some cool game set stuff I saw in the event hall. This picture is maybe... hm... a fourth of the event hall? And then when you consider that the vender hall (connected to the event hall, though it's closed right now) is maybe 1.5 times as big as the event hall?? Give or take a little...
Aka just imagine booths upon booths upon booths... I'm gonna have to take a pic of it tomorrow. I was there too briefly to think about taking a pic. Honestly I maybe managed to get through like a tenth of the whole vender hall in an hour of wandering. It's fucking huge. And So Many Dice... I bought one set of 14 (I think it was) dice. Aka an extended set. And then I got a random set bag of dice (just a basic 7). And then a d20 with a cat on it. And a dice of LETTERS. Aka I guess a d26 (I totally did not have to double check that there were 26 letters in the alphabet)(I have 702k words written & posted to ao3)(đđđ I'm very tired) but with letters instead of numbers. And it's glow in the dark!!! And I found some hxh buttons, and a mighty nein poster, and uhmmmm. A cute lanyard. And that's all I bought. Which really is such restraint for me. (Omfg I just saw a dragon cosplay)(someone just dressed as a dragon)
OH YEAH I saw a fucking. Persona 5 Ryuji cosplay. Hanging out with the biker lady from Durarara. Featuring the Ryuji holding her scythe hfksbfmd which was such a funny image. I was too shy to ask for a pic but just trust đ i saw this
Anyways yeah the only real big thing I bought is the naruto figurines. I'll show pics later once I got the stuff again (I dropped it all off in the car earlier)
Omfg literally as I've been sitting here (on a bench at the side of a main hallway) someone stopped by and gave me a handmade bracelet !!!
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DND's 50th anniversary!!! So cute!!!!
#speculation nation#not Too much anime stuff. tho i clearly found some stuff. no trigun yet unfortunately đ#which i already walked thru the artist area (as much as i could)(i was getting a little stressed by how crowded it was)#so idk maybe i missed a booth or smth but it'd definitely be less likely to see elsewhere in the vender's hall#but WHO KNOWS it's a wonderful massive world in there.#im actually sitting outside it rn and staring longingly at the closed doors. tomorrow... i will be able to Actually peruse it more...#and i will quite possibly wear some ear plugs next time bcus i was getting Stressed Out!!! overstimulated!!!!#pulled in a million different directions!!!!! aaaaaaa!!!!#anyways yeah my events are all done for the night. just kinda hanging out now waiting for my sister's game to be done.#gonna collapse into bed as soon as we get back. so i should probably eat some more.#i had an overpriced and underwhelming sandwich. but there is pizza somewhere. maybe i should eat pizza.#i actually... still have the keys lol. from when i dropped the stuff off at the car earlier.#which is weird. I have the ticket to home with me. but i still wait. bc it would be a dick move to leave with them lol#and also. while i Can drive. i do not have my license. so that would be. a bad. idea.#my shoulders Huuuuurt but thankfully i dont have any combat classes tomorrow#hurting shoulders is more just from my bag bc my shoulders fucking suck. but it makes me glad i can rest more tomorrow.#oh yeah i did the sword knife and longsword today. might get bruises from that knife one. it was very focused on parrying#swords. swords. swords. swords. the longsword class made me really want to own a longsword. i dont own one. yet.#i could. i could. i could. sometime. eventually. i want a longsword. i think i technically just own uhmmm um um#a rapier? a machete? a uh. i dont know what that cheap anime convention sword is actually. OH YEA AND CANE SWORD#no longsword though. i really want to own a katana too. someday i'll own both. someday.#real swords are unfortunatelly really expensive. thats why i only have uh. uh. uhhh. oh yeah i do have those 2 swords from mountains trip#i dont really know what those are either. you know i really should know what bladed weapons i own. i dont though.#i own cool swords and knives bc oooh fun pointy things! wheeeeee!!!#i'll study up on it later. lol.#anyways i guess i should go look for more food. i have rambled enough. bye!
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oh i absolutely gave myself way too much of a workload this semester but holy shit i finally have like... about 80% of that orv changgwi animatic down in concept and i am. cartoon villain cackling
#asto speaks#when (yes WHEN not IF) i get it done its gonna hurt so bad#i mean i dont think it'll get done *soon* cuz god my workload this semester is. something#but if my math isnt wrong the webtoon is only gonna get to chapter 188 (where i plan to cover up to in the animatic) in like june so#ive got time?? kinda?? anyway i literally *cannot* stop thinking about this fucking idea so mark my words i will get it done#also yes its going to hurt me to make too because i havent ever done an animatic for a full song yet#changgwi is one of those songs thats kinda impossible to split up idk#also because my BEST ideas are at exactly the beginning and ending of the song. convenient.#the ending was like my one major concern when i first thought of this idea actually cuz the part of the song that#originally made me think of orv was that second (third?) verse of like the spirit telling the story of its own death that felt very yjh idk#but i just had. no idea what to do with the second half of the song#but then i read the novel and chapter 188 hit me in the back of the head with a baseball bat#and now that ending might be my favourite part of the whole project#>:)#big massive sorry to all my rwd mutuals btw i know there was a bit where i kept talking about making another rwd animatic#i do still have that sitting in my brain just cuz ive already animated a few segments of the song#i just dont reaaally have a full plan for the whole thing exactly so#by this point im just seeing if we get any DX-TR lore in s5 that might inspire me idk#project 2 electric boogaloo#stay tuned idk i have a bit of a proof of concept i plan to make this/next week#its funny actually cuz i got introduced to this song through an arknights animatic i saw on bb and i spent#honestly an embarrassing amount of time worrying if some of the ideas i have in my plan were just like. subconsciously stolen from that one#but i was like procrastinating schoolwork today and trying to plan out some stuff and just#went and looked up every changgwi animatic on bilibili i could find#and turns out the stuff i was worried id been stealing are honestly just like. common among *all* the stuff ive seen that use that song?#like cuz the official lyric video for the song is just so. stylistically *striking* a lot of genetic material from that just makes its way#into everything people make using that song like at this point the monochrome red colour scheme and like#ending on a backwards timelapse (?) through the vid is basically like scenes a faire for any changgwi animatic LMAO
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sitting in a blooming garden would fix me
#flowers WHEN#i have one teeny snowdrop just starting to form a flower đ„Č#worried its going to get killed by the cold front coming in tho#its an early blooming fancy one that honestly probably won't live idk what i was thinking when i bought it#literally nothing else is close to flowering tho#i just get so anxious for spring flowers in january i start blowing money pre ordering stuff tho#i ordered a bunch of snowdrops and some bare root hydrangeas and roses#idek how im gonna plant them the ground is probably frozen and we're about to get a foot of snow#what is wrong with me#the hydrangeas tho were a gift from my mom#i've wanted the white kind for a really long time and i told her one of my friends might get married at our house in the next few years#so she ordered them so they'll have time to establish and we'll have big beautiful white flowers for her wedding#which was really nice of her#anyway my friend was so excited and touched when i offered :')#she's not officially engaged but she's halfway thru her degree and she and her bf are planning to get married soon after they both graduate#so in two or three years the hydrangeas should be pretty well established and nice for a wedding#anyway im off track but im excited for all the stuff i ordered to be beautiful and blooming this summer#less excited to figure out how to plant them đ€#the roses are shipping at ideal planting time in april but the hydrangeas are coming this week for some reason#i cant plant those??? in january???#i will have to try ig#i probably can we'll see#this has been a shitpost
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what if đ€ i told you đ«”đ» your girl is thinking abt changing her major again đ«Ł
#NOT smth as drastic as english to biomedical engineering. but still. ruminations are happening#personal#the engineering chronicles#im thinking i might want to go for a renewable energy track instead. from what i can tell itâs not too late for that bc the foundation#courses seem to be the same w one exception which is v inconvenient (since iâd have to squeeze it in either next semester alongside my#already plotted 15 credits or take it alongside my internship over the summer when i donât know yet what city my internship will be in) but#it should be doable#idk if i will though. but i have to decide soon bc the internship i choose this semester and itâs supposed to mesh well w my major#renewable energy feels much more in my lane and i did in fact deeply consider majoring in environmental studies freshman year. and i think#itâs smth i could genuinely grow to love and be excited abt. but im not sure processing electrical signals from the brain still sounds so#cool đ in theory at least. idkidk
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Idek what to say at this point
#me talking#sexuality stuff#college :)#<- but also not really anymore but im just gonna count it because this is where i talk about my friends#so. i REALLY want to see cam as soon as. like if he asked to see me this week id find a way to fit it in.#BUT i cant just invite him along to spuds plans when theyre not MY plans because of the ''drama'' of it all.#and i dont even remember his schedule for this monthâ i might see if he can come to the 29th thingy but idk if hes free#we'll see.#MAYBE if i play my cards right hell invite me to something for his birthday but i doubt it and thats okay#either way (and the point of this update): were gonna be meeting uo beginning of next month just us two#-> which will be the first interacting irl since mid september!#we wanna go and see the.sub.stance so im hoping its still in cinema and well be exchanging birthday presents! so. yeah!#i am extremely anxious about it lmao#but i really wanna start talking to him more. i think ill ask him tonight/tomorrow for his number and then#thatâll lead to talking more and calling and then ill be more at ease for meeting up and seeing where it goes from thereâŒïž#im hoping to be dating by the end of november tbh#i hadnt consciously had that thought before but yeah thats where im at#i just think thats a good amount of time (i mean.its a month and a half away) if we talk as much as i want to start officially consideringâ#us as at least more than friends.#also it just doesnt feel fair to me to hang on for too long if it feels like nothing is going anywhere.#but yeah! still cant tell if this is a foolish one situation or mastermind situation yet but! we'll see!#so tired of hearin' all your boy problems#what if i told you none of it was accidental
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vent about my health in the tags
#i would really enjoy this 'new era' more if my body hasnt been falling apart since the end of may#has nothing to do with dnp but it sucks so much i literally cant do anything (or: i can but it will make it a LOT worse)#im scared that i cant even make myself food anymore and i live on my own with most of my uni friends away for the summer#im not totally alone tho i have some uni peeps that live in the area#but its still so scary like i need to take my bin out soon but i legit cant#and u know i have a bug problem (theyre hiding atm tho) and im so terrified of the bin amplifying that#idk what to do if it gets even worse and i cant leave the bed anymore#i lowkey really want my parents here just to take care of all that but theyre busy and also just got a puppy#the worst part is tho that no one takes my fear seriously#like yes bla bla it will get better but theyve been saying that for 4 weeks like atp it really shouldve gotten better already#i will be okay im manifesting that#i literally have to be when dnp start touring and i have tickets for copenhagen lol#i will wait a few days and if it keeps going as is next week im texting my psychiatrist to go off my adhd meds#because depression and nightmares for a few months are better than developing chronic fatigue for a lot longer#it is awful off meds but i do want to get back on them eventually#just on a low dose i think tho#anyway i wanted to put this on my dnp blog because not everyone here follows my main and might be confused with whats up#sage posting#personal
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The Great Almighty Apartment Deep Clean of 2024
is officially underway. My bathroom is the cleanest gd place in this whole building now. It's like stepping into an entirely new universe.
I did that. Me. All by myself. /proud bean
#also my boyfriend said he's proud of me and cussed saying it which i'm already learning means the utmost sincerity from him#and i am like mush and soup now this man is gonna be the death of me#but ye i have a bed being delivered soon and i want a clean af house to work with when i reorganize my bedroom for it#and my apartment is absolutely wrote off i am the picture of depression funk in here#but not the bathroom now#now you could eat off that fucking floor go ahead no don't#idk it's rented it might have older nasties i don't know about that bleach can't kill#anyway i'm supposed to be making food or something now that i'm done for the day#tomorrow i start on the kitchen and forgive myself if i don't get it all done in one go#i'm only allowing myself two hours a day to obsessively let myself deep clean bc otherwise i will literally work myself into a mess#mess being not taking a break lest i lose momentum so i end up unable to move the next day for all the strain#my apartment only has... five rooms total#so between now and the 15th for two hours a day? should be enough to get this place show-worthy#then i can happily host whoever and whatever i want watch me go#self improvement#battling depression like a boss ass bitch
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#the whole vet situation gives me such trauma whiplash im too busy with that that i havent really given myself a chance to process today#all i can think about is how painful eating must be for mischa#i noticed she slowed down a bit and wouldnt eat kibble or hard snacks but i thought it might be one single tooth ache idk#i actually thought she was doing better because she slowed down because she has been gulping down food way too fast since the shelter#the last time she had tooth problems like 2-3 years ago i asked a friend to come with me to the vet and she said omg yes of course#and then she resumed texting me normal stuff throughout the day of the appointment and only after i didnt reply the whole day she noticed#like 10 hours too late she was like OH SHIT HAHA!! and this is literally what happens every time when i ask someone to be there for me#when i make myself really vulnerable and ask for help and say that i cant do something alone they let me down#while knowing that i have no one else#i asked my mom to come to the vet once and she literally only talked about herself the whole time distracting me#and then she was like haha yeah lets just drop off the cat at home and go get some lunch hihi!!!!#she never remembers vet appointments even when we just talked about them and loves making fun of me for being stressed and tense#like OH NO WONDER YOU WERE MOODY like im on my period or something#i texted a friend about mischas health issues and me losing my job and she hasnt replied since january and doesnt really talk to me anymore#so i guess that friendship is done too#ill have to go there on thursday alone and overdraft my account and wait until the evening and care for mischa all alone#i cant even talk with someone about this because no one understands or judges my emotions and no one cares anyway#and then ill have to go back to work where everyone knows that i will be gone soon and will pester me about it#they all think of me as a temporary intern anyway and ask WHEN WILL YOU GO FIND A REAL JOB while they make me do theirs#everything and everyone at that job is so horrible and so many people leave and they never learn#a colleague i helped teaching everything suddenly turned on me &my other colleague & made our lives miserable while badmouthing us viciously#and everyone in the office chose her over us and let her get away with it while she screamed at us and behaved like a child#its so ironic how i stayed because i needed money to live and now when i go i will have 0 because of the surgery#i mean its worth it but like#what the fuck is life and what will it fucking be next month
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FRIENDS WHO PLAY TOGETHER STAY TOGETHER ! ! â ARCANE
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( tw ) f!reader. FF pairings. modern AU! masterbation. fingering. squirting. cunillings. dry humping. reader is kinda possessive in Viâs. some yearning.
featuring. Violet, Caitlyn Kiramman & Mel Madarda
authors note. When you off that honey packet and ur home girl the only one in vicinity. Mel is so đ€ I canât she my type to a teeee. Anyways Iâm about to go watch Act 2 WISH ME LUCK IM SCARED. Also idk how I feel about Kaits part I could do better đ
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VIOLETÂ
You and Vi were at another one of your friends' sleepovers. You didn't wanna come, you wanted to spend the Saturday just the two of you, alone. You hated sharing her attention, she was your best friend. You were each other's number one, why did you need other friends when you two were each other's everything. It was late now, almost everyone was sleeping or about to fall asleep when Vi crawled between the bodies of people to where you were laying. You didnât notice until you felt the familiar embrace of her against your back. Despite yourself, you felt yourself relaxing against her body. Â
âAre you still mad at me?â she whispered into your ear before placing a gentle kiss on your bare shoulder. âYou know my favorite person. You have nothing to worry about.â Â
âYeah, whatever.â You grumbled. You weren't truly mad anymore but you knew what came next, what Vi did to reassure you that you were special to her. Her only best friend. You werenât surprised when her hips rocked into your ass, when she pressed her tits against your back nor when her hand traveled underneath your oversized sleep shirt and cupped your breast.Â
âViâŠâ You sighed nuzzling into the arm underneath your head. She tightened her grip on your breast and rocked her hips into you. You push back harder and soon enough you guys find a rhythm. Your ass pushing down on her hips when she grinds up into you. Her callused palm grazes your nipple and you whine softly. She whimpers into your shoulder, finger going to your nipple when she pulls and twists. You wish her mouth was on you, you wish your mouth was on her. You turn your head to her âI love you the most. My favorite forever.â Â
You feel her smile into your shoulder. âYou're so beautiful, you know that?â translation: I love you too.Â
MEL MEDARDAÂ
You couldnât believe it. Your best friendâs tongue was inside of you. Licking you. Her lips were sucking on your clit, her teeth were biting your pussy lips. You could hear how wet you wereâyou could feel yourself leaking all over her face. âMel!â You scream out into the dark room before slamming your hands over your own mouth. You donât want anyone to see youâyou donât want her mother to see you, what a scene she would make. Seeing her daughter nose deep into her childhood best friend. Mel pulls her mouth off your clit with an embarrassingly loud pop. âDo you feel that? This is how youâre supposed to eat pussy darling.â She smiles when you just nod. Afraid that if you remove your hands from your mouth, you might confess something you donât want. Â
Plus, this was just a favor, strictly platonic, you were just friends. Thatâs why she was eating you out in the first placeâyou wanted to finally dip your toe into the dating scene but you were scared because you were inexperienced, you didnât wanna leave your future partners disappointed in your nonexistence skills. And thatâs where your best friend came in. Where you didnât know anything about sex, she knew what felt like everything. Though you never saw her with anyone, she talked like she knew the ins and outs of men and women and she offered to teach you. Â
âNow after you use your mouth and get them wet you wanna bring in your fingers, like this.â Mel grabs one of your thighs and pushes it down, giving her a better view of your dripping pussy before using her free hand and pushing a slender finger into you. You gasp. âI know youâve fingered yourself before sweets, how many fingers have you shoved into this pretty pussy?âÂ
You whimper, hesitantly removing your hands. âT-two Melly.â You answer bashfully, using the nickname you gave her when you were children. She hums and adds another. You bite your lip, lower abdomen clenching when she curls them into your spongy g-spot.Â
âNow pay attention to me alright?â She leans down to place a kiss on your pubs, leaving a trail of light kisses until she reaches your clit. She moves her hand out of you and a fast pace, fingers curling when she knuckles deep. You moan at the feeling of her hand pounding into you. Â
She gives your clit a few kitten lips before wrapping her full lips around the swollen area. She bits hard enough for you to wince before she starts sucking. You feel yourself coming apart on her face before you can stop yourself. She hurriedly removes her fingers, mouth sucking you even harder when you feel liquid gush out of you. You grab the back of her head and scream. You canât stop it, you donât want to. You throw your thigh over her head and curl your foot into her back, still riding the high. When your pussy stops shooting the mysterious liquid out Melâs fingers find themselves back inside, four this time.Â
You feel tears collecting in the corner of your eyes, as she finger-fucks you. Mel pops back off your abused clit to whisper praises, good girl, you're doing so good, look at how well you take me, you feel heavenly, and when she goes back to playing with your clit you know you donât want anyone to fuck you unless itâs her. Maybe you can ask her to teach you how to give hickeys next.Â
CAITYLYN KIRAMMANÂ
You were horny. Cait was horny. You both kept glancing at each other when you thought the other wasnât looking, sussing out what the other was thinking. The movie you guys were watching was a rating away from being straight porn. When it was over you, both decided to call it a night. It was late she said. You guys had class tomorrow you said. When the lights turned off, you both said goodnight and laid down in your shared bed. You two were so close and loved being near each other that on the first day of the semester you pushed your twin beds together. Oh, how you were regretting that idea now. All you wanted to do was fuck yourself. You knew you werenât going to fall asleep without an orgasm and so after twenty minutes when you thought Cait was asleep, you found your hand traveling into your boy shorts. You sighed in relief when your fingers grazed your throbbing clit. You rubbed it for a few seconds before shoving two fingers into yourself.Â
That relief was short-lived when you heard a breathy moan that didnât come from you. You tensed up and stopped. When you didn't hear anythingâmaybe she was making those noise in her sleepâyou slowly started to move your fingers in and out, palm rubbing against your clit. You bite your lip to stifle a moan and turn onto your back. You could barely move your fingers in and out lying on your side. You part your legs and moan when you finally hit your G-spot. You're so horny but your imagination isn't cutting it. Opening your eyes you turn your head to find the outline of your best friend who was the star in some of your fantasies, her hourglass figure would for sure spark a fantasy. When your eyes adjust to the dark you're shocked to see Cait staring back at you, her blanket pooling at her hips when you could see her hand abruptly stop moving. Your Cait was masturbating too, in the same bed as you. A grin spreads along your face.Â
âI-Iâm notââ Â
âI am.â You whisper, pushing your blanket off you. Her eyes immediately latch onto where your fingers are slowly pushing in and out. Your other hand comes up to your tank top where you push your shirt down. Your breasts spill out. Caitâs face turns into a tomato, eyes widening even more than they already are. She doesn't remove her gaze from your breasts when she starts fingering herself again. You watch her mouth part into a small O and her eyes roll to the back of her head. You imagine what she looks like riding your face and start to speed up. Your other hand twisting your nipples. Â
âI-m gonna..â Cait whimper and spasms for a few seconds. You moan at the look on her face, so pleased with herself, and soon enough you're squeezing your eyes and coming too. Â
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#.satoruan writes#arcane#arcane x reader#arcane x you#arcane x female reader#arcane x y/n#vi x reader#vi x y/n#vi x you#violet x reader#caitlyn kiramman#caitlyn x reader#cait x vi#mel medarda#mel x reader#mel x you#Mel x y/n#arcane smut
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-`âĄÂŽ- plug!eren x blackfem!reader
áŻá° contents: nsfw 18+, MDNI. reader indulges đ, eren is overprotective, public sex, maybe semi public? idk. daddy/mama usage. might be some slightly toxic dynamics. but nothing too serious. rushed ending cus i suck at endings đ a sequel full of fluff will be coming soon out of this.
áŻá° author's note: omg i haven't posted in like months. but anyways what would i be without dropping the token plug!eren drabble. nothing too crazy, just some bathroom sex. also there are instances where there are texts but i got too lazy and didn't bother making texts out of them mwahahahaaa sorry in advance. this is barely proofread and not my best so if there are mistakes i am sorry. requests are open! also look out for a tengen x reader x wives fic coming really soon. like this week soon
the feeling of your phone buzzing in the back pocket of your true religion jeans whisked your attention away from the pearled blunt you had pinched between your fingers.
your glossy lips curled into a little smirk, your acrylics clicking at the keyboard of your screen.
you've been pushing eren's cute lil buttons all night. honestly all day... but you didn't feel bad for making him sweat. he's been trying you as of late.
you and eren were supposed to be spending some quality time together last night, and he was specifically supposed to be over your place by no later than 8:00. you had the whole shabang... bath and body works candle burning out, led lights on and set to the color purple, some of his favorite snacks and some dinner and dessert you had wrapped up for him that you had made earlier. you were planning on watching a show with him, giving him a scalp massage while he played his playstation that he always brought whenever he came over, and give him the best head he's ever received that night before riding him into the sunset, but all those plans went soiled. 8:00 came, and on the dot he had sent a text message about him having to go make a few more drop offs, then he'd come to you. 8 turned to 9, then 10:30, then 1... fucking... AM.
was it fucked up you didn't answer the door when he came knocking finally? kinda, but the guilt didn't last long when you thought about how he practically stood you up.
eren was a popular plug on the university you attended. you knew friday is usually the day that people were trying to cop, given it was majority people's payday and the weekend, but you were hoping that he would close up shop early just this one time for you. his clientele would live-- there were plugs by the dozen on campus. but eren knew wasn't none of them fucking with his shit. you weren't sure what other outcome you were expecting. he never turned his head away from possible income.
eren already knew he fucked up, but he knew ultimately in the end it was going to be worth it. the extra money was going to go into play towards his proposal to ask you to be his girlfriend, and no amount of your anger was going to get that out of him. he was prepared to keep his mouth shut, throw away the key, and take his lashings like a man. so when he was met with radio silence, he was flabbergasted.
when he pulled up to your crib and didn't get an answer from him knocking on your door and calling your phone, he figured you fell asleep and resulted in retreating to his abode. the next morning, when he woke up to find that you didn't respond to his apology texts from last night, it made him sit up in his bed and squint at his phone with crust-ridden eyes.
no response? it was so unlike you. usually you would respond with a barrage of text messages stating your feelings, or at the very least he'd get a passive-aggressive dry text from you. but to be met with nothing at all made his gut twist in a disgustingly vexing way.
he rubs at his temples, sending you a "good morning baby" text before opening the safari app and going to the local floral shop's delivery site.
later that afternoon, eren's sitting in his blacked out durango when he receives email confirmation that the flowers have been delivered, the low hum of the strong engine the only thing somewhat soothing his frazzled nerves. he made sure to get your favorite, and tried to ask them to incorporate your favorite color as much as possible.
he checks your location as he hits his blunt, releasing the smoke from his mouth and inhaling it through his nostrils. he already knows your home, having your schedule downpack. and you were. so why didn't you say anything about the flowers? did you not like them? he sends you a text, saying, "i sent you some flowers," staring at the screen and awaiting your response.
yess, you know he sent you flowers, and you loved them. you had gasped when you found them on your porch, bright and vibrant in color and smelling so freshly sweet. you had already cut the stems and put them in some warm water in a lovely vase. you almost wanted to text eren, to tell him how much you loved them and thank you, but the strong annoyance you had from last night still lingered. with a twist of your lips you disregarded your phone on the kitchen counter, humming a tune as you moved about the kitchen to prepare you a nice lunch.
eren releases a defeated sigh as he puts his jay out, not even in the mood to smoke anymore. mopily, he clicks off his phone, shifting his gear to drive to make more plays.
he spends the rest of the day pondering ways to possibly pull a conversation from you, and a lightbulb flickers in his head when he recalls you saying you were running low on weed. eren always gives you gas free of charge, one of the special privileges that comes with being his favorite girl. he opens his phone to text you again.
doechii's expressive voice flows through your speaker at a volume level most would call excessive. but you didn't care. anything to drown out the annoying pensive thoughts of eren's sexy little face. "i ain't a killer but don't push me, don't wanna have to turn a nigga guts into SOUP BEANS!" no, really, doechii.
your phone vibrates on your vanity as you rummage through your closet for a cute outfit to wear tonight, striding over to your phone with nimbleness. you figured it'd be hitch, since you and her were accompanying each other to the kickback tonight and she was asking either what time you wanted to go or what you were wearing. your hypothesis was proven incorrect when you saw eren's name on your notification wall instead. just him asking if you wanted to him to drop off some more weed for you.
your heart twinged ever-so-softly at the thought of you ignoring your baby. you missed him. it was embarrassing to say this was the longest you went without talking to him. but how would he know you were serious if you just gave in now?
you wanted to respond and tell him you were cool. hitch was bringing the weed tonight. but you refrained, if anything that would get him all the more riled up. eren doesn't like you smoking others weed, his reasoning being he doesn't "trust their product." he was so sexy when he was protective. you remember when you told him you copped from someone else when he had to go off campus for a little bit to see his family, and he spent a half hour inspecting it on the scale with his phone flashlight.
eren let out an irritated growl after constantly checking his phone for 10 minutes, still no reply from you in his notifications. he wanted to tell you you were dragging it, but he knew you weren't. you had every right to be pissed with him given he had promised you this quality time and swore he would make time for you. you were never a stickler for too much attention, but with eren always on the run it was easy for him to neglect you. he's been getting better at it though. until last night.
connie's name flashes across eren's phone screen. he slides the answer button right and lets his car sync the call to the radio. "yo."
"what's good, man. you coming to the kickback tonight? it's gonna be at jean's place." eren rolls his neck until he hears it pop. he knows you'll be there.
"yeah, i might come. today's been slow. don't got nothin' else to do."
"damn, i know that voice. what'd you do this time?"
eren weakly chuckles at connie's intuition. "what can i say, business was booming like crazy last night. we were supposed to hang out but my phone just kept ringing."
connie let out a long sigh over the line. "typical eren, never knows when to close shop." he pauses. "you know you're the asshole, right?"
"yeah," eren groans, shutting his car off and putting his phone on speaker. "i know. i plan on making it up to her."
"yeah, how? surely not with some weed and dick." connie snorts. "[name]'s a nice girl, you plan on locking it down with her anytime soon? i see the way floch be looking at her."
"he wouldn't dare," eren denies, the simple thought of it just making his eye twitch. while you and eren weren't official, basically everyone in the friend group and the vicinity knew y'all were on each other bad. but some assholes just didn't respect boundaries. he noticed floch's gaze would linger on you a little longer than he deemed appropriate. how they would trail your body. he noticed the way his cheeks would blush when you would speak to him in passing or make small talk.
"i dunno, man," connie instigated, smugness in his voice. "but, bring a quarter with you. it's on me, i'm gonna zelle you."
"just send me $50." eren and connie exchange a few last words before they end the call, leaving eren in silence as he stares at the gray wall of the parking garage he was parked in. he didn't know what he was gonna do about you.
eren always tended to look the sexiest when you were mad at him, or he was upset with you. he always would wear his hair down, taupe tresses brushing his broad shoulders. he'd always wear a black tee and some baggy sweatpants that always had you imagining what it was he had underneath. it was nothing you haven't seen, but it was always a pleasant surprise.
you felt your defiance wavering when he and all is glory walked in to jean's house, high as fuck. you swore you could smell his ysl cologne from across the room.
"you okay girl?" sasha questions, her eyebrows pinching in concern as she leans into your eyesight. you blink your mascara coated lashes, giving her a smile.
"yeah, my man just walked in. he always looks so good when im pissed at him."
"it's a trap. don't fall for it." hitch scoffs, her hazel eyes trained on the blunt she was busy rolling. her thighs were squeezed together to keep her carebear rolling tray in place. "don't even look his direction."
"i forget hitch is such a hard-ass. how does marlo manage," ymir jokes. historia chuckles, her head resting against her girlfriend's broad shoulder.
as their conversation goes on, your eyes can't help but find eren again through the decent amount of people crowding the bottom floor of the house, watching him interact with connie and hand him a bag of what you assumed to be cannabis. his turquoise eyes cut across the room, and you know he's looking for you. you look away before any eye contact can happen. when you feel eyes burn into your skin, you know he spots you.
the night involves you acting as if he doesn't exist, keeping your back turned and acting like you're too busy to acknowledge your phone notifications. when you finally light the blunt hitch pearled, you know eren texts you asking where did you get that. you chuckle to yourself as your thoughts were confirmed when you snuck a peek at your phone.
eren feels anger welling in his body as he watches you from a safe distance, lounging against the wall and his eyes never leaving you. you knew what you were doing at this point. wearing them jeans that made your ass sit so perfect and a crop top that teased at your skin and your belly button piercing. your hair was in curls, and your glittery lip gloss shone in the low light of the room. he knew you probably had on his favorite perfume too. that vanilla one he loved so much.
"just go talk to her dude," connie yells over the aggravatingly loud jersey mixed song that was booming through the surround sound, his words slightly slurred from the drink he's been sipping on. eren furrows his thick brows as he hits his spliff, watching the tip burn bright orange as he shuts his eyes for a moment. "and you better hurry. i think tonight's the night floch makes his move."
"connie, shut the fuck up." eren's tone is firm and warning as he feels the vein in his neck rising to the surface of his skin. he finally opens his eyes, glancing at you, and what he sees makes his stomach cave and everything around him turn red.
floch, with his ugly fucking haircut and that ugly dangling earring had the audacity to be all up in your glory, smiling sheepishly as you were saying something to him. he doesn't know what you were saying, your back was to him, but the way your head swayed and your hands were moving he knew you were talking.
honestly eren was never this defensive of someone before. maybe it was your constant insistence of you being fine on your own. "boy, i'm grown," you'd say to him. it only made his instinct to protect you grow stronger.
he knew well you could handle your own. but how fucking dare him?! it's like floch was begging for an ass whooping!
he wasn't actually. he was begging for you to send him the homework answers for your chem class. "not gonna lie floch, i haven't even looked at that shit yet," you admit with a shrug, your lips pulled into a friendly smile.
floch groans as he rubs the back of his neck. "i'm for sure gonna flunk that class. i might just say fuck it and retake it next year."
"not if i can help it," you interject, furrowing your brows. "we pass together, we fail together. i'll send you the answers on groupme tomorrow when i finish."
floch pumps his fist. "man, you're the fucking best, [name]. if you weren't in there i dunno what i'dâ"
a hard body brushes past floch, harshly and intentionally slamming his shoulder into theirs. "hey, man, what theâ"
you smell eren before you see him, wearing that delicious cologne that's stained into your bed sheets. you look up to find him looking down at you, fire in his sea green irises as he glares at you.
you feign oblivion, lifting an eyebrow at him. "hey," you speak first.
"why haven't you been responding to my texts." his voice is curt, but still soft nonetheless. you feel your girls looking at you intently to see how you were going to play this.
"been busy, sorry," you respond, not sounding much too apologetic.
eren cuts his eyes to the right to see floch still standing there, much to his distaste, a look of confusion plastered across his face. "you need somethin'?" he asks him, a foreign, cutting edge to his question.
"i was just trying to ask her about the homework, dude," floch bites back defensively, taking the smallest step back.
your dainty hand trails up to grab eren's forearm, your soft, irreplicable touch quelling his aggravation. you swear you could feel his taut muscles relax at your contact, knowing he was probably deprived. so dramatic.
"eren, calm down," you reprimand him gently, but sternly. you gave floch an apologetic glance. "sorry, floch. see you tuesday."
floch nods, his auburn eyebrows creased in the middle as he glanced at eren, then back at you, before departing. in tandem, you let go.
"what's your problem," you seethe, but not loud enough for your friends to hear. "you damn near made that boy shit his pants."
eren sucked his teeth, closing his eyes to roll them as he clenched his jaw. "why are you ignoring me, [name]," his low voice is strained, constricting his internal anger to the best of his ability. his high was blown, the music was too loud, you smelled and looked too good, it was all too much.
you place a hand on your hip, your beautiful eyes passive, but holding a glint of hurt behind them. "just collect your breath. i don't wanna talk about it here... even though you know what the problem is-"
"yo, [name], wanna hit this again?" saved by the bell.
"yes, pleaseeee," you drawl. you turn on heels, but not before telling eren, "i'll see you later."
shortly after eren departed to god knows where, and you got high as hell, was when you received that text. and you don't know if it was the marijuana making you fuzzy and horny, the growing urge to just be in his arms, or what, but you complied.
as you brushed and weaved between drunken bodies, you couldn't subdue the underlying feelings of anxiety that swelled in your chest. you didn't know what to expect. but you knew one thing for certain, you were gonna give eren a piece of your mind tonight.
when you finally made it to the bathroom door, you released a breath you didn't even realize you were holding, shaking yourself of your jittery nerves before your knuckles rapped against the hollow wood of the door.
it wasn't even three seconds before eren cracked the door, and before you could say anything, you were yanked in.
you squealed at his presentation of strength, the butterflies in your stomach downward-diving straight to your core. "well, damn! what happened to hello? how are you?!"
eren ignored your playful reprimanding, instead using the time to soak and drink you in. you were so pretty, fussing at him like that. the way your glossy lips twisted as you spoke on about nothing relevant, the way your hair swayed with every movement you made. every muscle in his body urged him to kiss you, breathe you in.
"whatcha call me in here for? it's hot as hell..." you murmured, leaning against the cool wood of the door in attempt to catch your breath.
eren was quiet as he loomed on the opposite side of the bathroom, half-lidded cyan eyes carefully trained on you. you lifted your eyebrows with a shake of your head, prompting him to go on, your arms crossed against your glittery chest. "you're so pretty," he hums, a side smirk playing at his lips, showing his pretty white teeth that you wish you were nibbling on you just about right now.
"can't smooth-talk your way out of everything, eren," you resisted with a strain in your voice, turning to face the mirror to the left of you instead of him. "i'm still upset with you."
"rightfully so," eren agrees, slowly closing the distance between the two of you, backing you against the cool oak wood of the bathroom door. "'m sorry baby, you know i love spending time with you more than anything in this worldâ"
"i beg to differ," you interject. eren rests his eyes as he clenches his jaw, withholding a sigh. "all i asked was that you put me first for one night... and you couldn't even do that."
"baby, listen to me." eren's large hand engulfs yours, the warmth of his palm spreading through your limbs like wildfire. "words can't even begin to express how deeply sorry i am. i know i fucked up... i know. but, i had reason i've been wanting to work a lot more often as of late." he pauses. he couldnât possibly pop his question in a bathroom at connieâs party. youâd hate him ten times more than you already do in his moment.
you cock your brow, looking up at him through those pretty lashes that framed your eyes so well. âiâm waiting, eren.â
he sucks in a deep breath, making the sound he usually makes when heâs about to say something you donât like. âjust⊠trust me. okay?â
that was enough to make you head for the door, reaching out to twist at the knob before he grabs at your wrist. âman, move,â you mutter, over the bullshit. you were over it all: the lies, the empty promises. and you were especially over being crowded in this bathroom with him, because you felt your resolve faltering with each passing second you remained in his presence. you felt like an animal resisting every primal instinct and bone in your body, begging you to let him touch you. it was borderline pathetic.
âyou arenât going anywhere, [name].â he meant that in more ways than one.
âhow much you wanna bet?â
the frustrated glint in his aquamarine eyes and the knit in his thick brows made your knees give.
âummm, have you guys seen [name]?â hitch asks after a good thirty minutes fly by since you first departed the group, skating her eyes around the living room with a quizzical glance.
ymir snorts. âyou already know she ran off with that boy,â she exhaled the smoke she was holding in her chest out towards the ceiling, running her long fingers through historiaâs golden locks. âwouldnât be surprised if she already dipped off with him.â
not quite. instead, you and eren were still in the bathroom, your ass on the bathroom counter and your head resting against the mirror as eren was crouched before you, low to the ground as he slurped at your pussy like a man starved. he looks up at you from his place between your thighs, tongue flicking at your swollen clit before taking it into his mouth to suck on it whole. you let out a breathy, high pitched moan, your eyes rolling behind your closed eyelids as eren gazed up at you with hearts in his eyes. you were always so fucking beautiful, whether you were mad at him, grinning at him, or cumming for him.
âfuuuck, i think iâm bouta cum again,â you whimper, your eyebrows pinched as your orgasm brewed at a slow boil within the pit of your stomach. you already left your mark all over the marble sink, leaking down your thighs, and all over erenâs chin. but when was that ever enough to satiate his thirst?
âdo it, baby,â he breathes, french kissing your pussy before speaking again. âyou know i want it.â
âget it outta me, then,â you retort, a sexy simper pulling at your lips, and the darkened glare he have you through heavy eyelids made your pussy squeeze.
his big hands grip your thighs, blunt nails digging in your skin as he begins rocking your lower body up and down, sliding his long tongue from between your pussy lips to your ass with each bounce. you let out a squeal of surprise, your pink toes wriggling as he just kept doing it, over and over and over. you hear him, moaning with each stride, reveling in the saccharine taste of you. his dick felt like it was bouta break, restricted to his boxer briefs, and he felt the sticky precum leaking on his thigh. he needed to fuck you. but he always prioritizes you over all.
your orgasm bust inside you, your pussy profusely contracting as your juices coated erenâs face. âfuck, yeah,â he encourages in you, his voice in a low growl of satisfaction. he didnât stop, cleaning you up and slurping your pussy clean. you flinched as he left a final loving kiss to your aching clit, and he chuckled as he stood to his feet. your eyes couldnât help but look at his crotch, you couldnât help but smirk at the prominent tent of his stiff dick being held hostage in his sweatpants. âturn around for me. i want you to see me fuck you.â
you slid off off the counter, ringing your panties off the ankle they were hanging on to, before turning around, leaning against the sink and arching your back. you looked back at him, gazing at him tauntingly. âwhatchu waiting for?â
âcool it,â he warns you playfully, his thumbs hooking into the bands of his sweats. "don't bite off more than you can chew."
"i've had mouthfuls of you. i promise you i can chew."
"look at the mirror."
you turn back forward, looking at eren in the reflection. he was so pretty, his hickory locks tousled around yet still framing his face beautifully. his bottom lip was pinched between his teeth as he shifts his pants to fall below his knees before rolling his briefs down his thighs. he lifts his tshirt up, showcasing his tan abs that had a slight shimmer of perspiration as he readies the head of his dick at your opening. then, with steady hips and a deep breath, he pushes forward.
him putting his cock inside of you was such an irreplicable feeling, you don't know how to explain it. to feel his girth stretching you, giving you a burn that was so deliciously good, always made your head spin. you whine, pushing your ass back just a little bit to help eren bottom out in you. he cusses under his breath, grounding himself with a hand on your ass cheek as his pelvis met flush against your tailbone.
you felt his dick twitching inside you, and you couldn't help but let out a satisfied moan as you let your head drop against your arms folded over the sink. eren grit his teeth, his jaw clenching as he tries to regain his composure. you were so warm, so wet, so greedy judging by the way your pussy squeezed him like a vice. any sudden movements and he was bound to nut in you.
suddenly, the bathroom knob jiggles, followed by pounding against the door. you jump, your muscles stiffening as fear tickled at your tummy. eren hisses, his nails digging crescents in your cocoa buttered skin at you tightening around him. "uh, anyone in there? i gotta piss!" connie. what are the fucking odds.
"uhh, give me a few minutes!" you yell, your voice uncharacteristically shrill from your newborn anxiety as you looked back at eren with wide eyes. "maybe we should-"
you were shut up with one, heavy stroke, eren almost completely unsheathing himself before bottoming out in you again. your words died in your throat, replaced with a gasp.
"uh, okay...?" the end of connie's okay drawls up in the end. "wait, [name], is that you? are you straight in there?"
"yes... fuck, yes!" you sputter out, squeezing your eyes shut as eren picks up his speed a bit, but not his power. he was gonna do you a favor and not fuck you too dumb in here. he wants you to at least have some chance of walking out of here on your own two feet. "i'm fine!"
"okay, okay! i'll just go upstairs." after a few seconds, you hear connie shifting away, but that genuinely wasn't your main focus. eren was rolling his hips, making sure the tip of his dick hit that sweet spot that made you sing with every. single. thrust. your head was down, resting against the counter, your eyes stuck in the back of your head as you took every inch of him with grace. your moans were mere whimpers, trying your best to muffle them with the inside of your arm.
eren sees his phone vibrate from his place on the hanging shelf beside him, and he smirks to himself when he takes a brisk glance at the banner:
convict: [name]'s in the bathroom. she didnt sound too great so u should prolly check in on her
eren groans under his breath, leaning forward to mold his abdomen against the curvature of your spine. that motion was enough to make him feel like he was touching your stomach. "what are you doing?" he purrs, flicking his tongue out to lick at the shell of your ear. he feels you shiver, your shoulders shuddering as a sex-soaked cry escaped your lips. "i said i want you to watch me fuck you. why are you hiding that pretty face?"
you had nothing but a pathetic moan to offer as a response, and he scoffed to himself, a smirk curling at his lips. he stands straight, both of his hands settling at your lovehandles as he begins sending you to poundtown. the impact of his hips against your ass was loud, and there was no doubt that if anyone came to the door they would hear you getting the shit fucked out of you. "be a big girl, mama," he muses. his hand reaches for your curls, gripping your tresses to pull your head up and back. you squealed, your eyebrows pinching at the burning sensation. you mustered up the courage to flutter your eyes open to be met with the godly sight of your man, looking down at you throw those thick eyelashes, his cheeks tinting pink from the overwhelming heat of the small, crammed space. " watch me while i fuck you."
his wish is your command as you watch him through teary eyes, licking your lips at the feeling his hand snaking up the arch of your spine to come around and grip your chin. the pads of his fingers rest on your cheeks, slightly squeezing as he snaps his hips against you from behind. his eyes are boring into you, clouded by lust with a hint of adoration, watching the way your face contorts into pleasure-ridden expressions. he's watching the way your plump lips wrap around his thumb, the way your titties bounce with every deep thrust and threaten to spill out your victoria's secret bra and tank top, the way that fat ass jiggled and made waves every time he drilled his dick in you. you were perfect. from your pretty face, to your loving heart that had a padlock with his initial on it, to your gushing pussy that would squirt all over him just for him.
"this pussy is so perfect," eren hums, looking down in awe as he watches the way you cream and squeeze on his shaft. "it's like it was made just for me. was it, baby? this is just my pussy, right?"
"you know that, daddy," you slur, feeling your orgasm coming to a head. you were so ready to release, your pussy just aching to cum. you hear him give a chuckle, his hips speeding up in tandem.
"i think you're ready to cum now. i want it all on my dick. can you do that for me, princess? or is that too much to ask of you?"
but before you could even muster a response, it was as if a tsunami hit your pussy, because the way your juices sprayed against his upper thighs was a damn shame. eren lets out a moan of appreciation, biting his lip as he lets your orgasm ride out and coat his dick. he gives your ass a few appreciative cracks, making you tighten around his cock until you managed to collect your breath.
eren slowly begins unsheathing himself from you, his dick still solid as concrete but he honestly wasn't concerned with getting his own nut off right now. after all, this wasn't going to be the last time he was to be in you tonight. as soon as he takes you back to his place, he was gonna fuck you through the mattress and the bedframe.
"girl, there you are! you've been missing for like, an hour!" you bumped into hitch on your way towards the front door, eren being your guide but you squeezed his hand to let him know to stop. she shifts her eyes to him, then looks back at you with an "oh-i-see" look. "you headed home?"
"yeah, eren's gonna take me."
"okay, be safe," hitch adjusts your shirt, tugging the top hem over the shadows of your peeking bra. "call me when you get in."
"she will." eren assures hitch, and she nods, the two of you slipping away from the crowd and going off into the night.
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mentions of: yeah its just sex,, uhhhh ya get together at the end but itâs pretty vanilla and i think this might be one of my fav writings for iida so far ehehehe this story was so fun to make. I plan on making a pt.3 and Iâm going to postttt soon idk :P
part one
moodboard here!
You tied a cute bow in the belt of your robe once more, walking over to him and fixing the glasses on his oh so cherry red face. âTenya..?â You ask, sitting on the side of the table next to him. You glance down at the sketch, seeing how far he had actually gotten. It was pretty impressive for someone who is a beginner when it comes to realism, or art itself really. âDo you want some help?â
His jaw was slack, staring up at you now that you were so much closer. Whatever perfume you had on almost made him faint, and there was nothing he could really formulate besides a very quiet, âEx..excuse me?â
âI said, Do you want some help..?â You tease, leaning down so your faces were only a few inches from each other. You reach for his tie, slowly sliding your hand down his chest. âI wouldn't want you to fail just because your model was a distraction..â You lean closer, gripping the end of his tie as ruby eyes glancing down at your pretty plump lips.
Did you mean help help him, or draw it yourself? There was no way he was reading into this wrong, right? Did you see his hard-on the whole time?? He gave a long blink, trying to keep his head on straight. âI w..would love-â Before he could finish the sentence, you tug on the tie and press your lips against his. He melted into you, hands placing themselves onto your hips softly almost as if youâd break if he did touch you.
He had yearned for this for so long. There was no way you felt this way all this time and he never picked up on it. The thought only made him deepen the kiss, his hands moving to hold your face in his palms. You let his tie go with a smile, giggling at his eagerness to kiss you back. You place your hands on his shoulder, feeling him stand but refusing to let his lips leave yours. It felt like fireworks were going off around the two of you, only pulling away when you both needed the air.
Tenya was once again standing with crooked glasses, red faced, and this time slightly out of breath. âY/n I.. Why didnât.. How did I not..â He panted, after what was only a few seconds, he crashed his lips against yours before you could even respond to his stuttering. You whimpered in response, attempting to untie the tie the best you could with your eyes closed. He helped you, loosening it and letting his hands tangle themselves behind your head and into the kitchen of your hair the best he could. He just wanted you closer. Closer than he already was.
You pull away from him, feverishly leaving kissing along his sharp jawline. He sighed, hands going back to your waist patiently. He rubbed your sides up and down as you kissed down his neck, letting out a breathless whine at the missing feeling of your warm lips against his.
âWhy haven't we ever k..kissed before now if this is how you ..f-felt..â He sucked in a sharp gasp once you kissed the right side of his neck. Bingo. You bit down on that spot listening to him groan in your ear, gripping your hips a little harder.
You open your legs slightly so he can stand between them, his body involuntarily pulling you towards the edge as he takes the step towards you. âBecause I can't lose you.. I never thought you'd feel the same..â You mumble against his skin, leaving open mouthed kisses down to his collar before unbuttoning it.
You could feel the hard-on poke at your thigh, tauntingly moving to grind against him. After all, the silk of your robe was the only thing keeping him from well.. you. He ached, looking down at you with an almost heartbroken look in his eyes.
âOf course I do, I have wanted you for a very long time.. I know I can treat you better than anyone else out there y/n. It hurts so bad when you'd find someone else more interesting than me. I thought I was too..â He paused for a second, groaning as he grinded against you subconsciously. âA square, if you will.â He chuckled nervously at the admission, feeling you nipping at the most sensitive part of his neck as he let out soft moans and grumbles.
You pull away to look at him, fixing his glasses from earlier with a small giggle. âThere's nothing wrong with liking books, or wanting to follow the rules..â Manicured hand began to unbutton his collar and down his shirt.
âAnd I just never thought you'd go for someone like me. I assumed you'd want a shy girl or somthinâ.. I guess we really did make an ass out of u and me.â You tease, giggling once more at your own play on words. You stopped about halfway down his shirt unless this was too much. You didn't wanna be too pushy but God did you want to see those abs.
He let out a small laugh as well, staring down at your gorgeous lips. âI would have told you a lonnnng time ago, y/n. I'm sorry I didn'tââ He started, feeling your finger press against his lips to stop him.
âWe know now, don't we? Now we move forward.â You wrap your legs around his waist, watching him nod until you move your finger away. âHow about I finally help you?â You run a hand down his chest, watching him shudder at the feeling of your acrylics.
He leaned over you, hands moving onto the table rather than on your hips. âIf we're going to do anything, I want to do it the right way..â You wanted to pout at his response. He was right, being caught would be absolutely terrible for the both of you. I guess it wouldn't hurt to go back to one of your apartments and finish? Ugh but then the mood is different..
As the gears in your brain worked, Tenya still mindless pressing against you, began kissing you once more. You smile, coconut colored eyes following as he kisses your neck. This time looking for you to gasp or make some sort of noise. His lips smirked against your skin, kissing down to your shoulder and moving the robe off of it. He bit right between your neck and shoulder, causing you to squeal and grip onto his shirt.
Your eyes fluttered, feeling him kiss down to your collarbone. He guided a hand to unbutton the rest of his shirt, the other going back to resting on your waist. He made sure to kiss down the valley of your breasts, not breaking eye contact with you once had he looked up.
âMay I?â He motioned to the robe, watching you quickly shrug the silk off of your other shoulder and pulling the tie of your belt. All he needed was to open it up completely. He chuckled at your quickness, letting it pull around your legs once again. He made sure to kiss both of your boobs, finishing with the unbuttoning of his shirt. He used that hand to pinch at your nip, putting the other in his mouth to suck on.
You arch your back into his touch, whimpering as you squeezed your legs around him in response. You could feel him smile, swapping to give your girls equal attention. He felt you buck at such simple actions, kissing down your navel and to where your robe pooled.
âYou sound so sweet.. I need to taste you. Wouldn't be gentlemanly of me to go first baby,â You melted at the name, nodding hurriedly. He smiled, going onto his knees and scooping his arms under your knees. He pulled you to the edge, watching you jolt in surprise. You could feel your heart beating in more places than one. The entire time the only thing that had been covering you up was that flimsy piece of silk which he finally moved out of the way, staring down at you for a moment.
This obviously wasnât the first time heâs been in a sexual situation, but he couldnât help but freeze for a moment. You were so stunning.. ethereal even. He really didnât mean to stare, not wanting you to think something was wrong or he was too scared. Just very much in love with the look of you. He finally breaks concentration, looking up at you with a small smile. âYou promise this is okay?â He wanted to double check just in case you saw him as he saw himself.. God forbid you did.
âI promise.â You put your pinky out, watching him move his hand from your thigh to interlock his pinky with yours. Without any hesitation, he shoved his glasses up and opened your legs wider. He kissed your clit before starting to suck on it, crimson eyes staring up at you to see what he was doing well vs what you didnât like as much. Your breathing hitched, hand going to take the glasses and set them on the table so you could grip onto his hair the correct way. You rut your hips towards him, staring down in awe.
He couldnât help but stare back up at you, strong hands keeping your thighs pressed against his shoulders despite your involuntarily squirming. He swirled his tongue around your bundle of nerves, hands gripping onto your thighs so he could be as close as possible. You tasted so sweet. Damn near sweeter than fruit, only making him want more. Flattening his tongue against you and going back to giving your sensitive spot hell.
You pulled at his navy blue hair, hands gripping onto him as you rode yourself against his tongue. Stuttering out praises through pants and moans, âFfffuck.. tenya-ah!~â You squeak out, thighs beginning to shake from wanting to close. He slithered a hand from your thigh, teasingly tracing his index finger around your entrance. âDonât t..tease me!â You leaned forward, hair falling around your shoulders as you looked down at him.
âPlease please pl-ngh~!â Your begging was stopped by the feeling of two thick fingers sliding into you as he swirled his tongue around your clit some more. He made sure to curl them, feeling you clench around his fingers drove him insane. Thrusting his fingers into you even faster than his tongue was moving. You could feel yourself getting closer to the edge, the knot in your stomach starting to tighten. You couldnât keep quiet even if you really wanted to. You were on another planet.
The face you made when you came could only be described as angelic to iida, he watched as you came undone around his lips. You laid your back against the table as he lapped it up. Almost liked someone dying of dehydration. He slowed his fingers down, sliding them out of you to lick his fingers clean. He lightly placed your legs back onto the table. âYou taste divine, you know that?â He asked, unbuckling his belt and tossing his wallet on the table.
You blink up at him, panting and giggling. âI know now,â You stared up at him, messy haired and mouth wet as lustful but loving eyes stared down at you. You took a mental picture, biting your lip to hold back your happy giggles. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, sliding the belt off and placing it on the chair behind him. âLet me,â You lean forward, unbuttoning his dress pants hurriedly and unzipping them. It ached being hard for so long, but as many times as heâs imagined this to play out, he was always going to make you feel good first.
âI need you, y/n..â He admitted almost in a whisper, reaching for his glasses so he could actually see you. You tug his pants down, letting out a small laugh to yourself at the red checkered underwear he wore before pulling them down as well. You assumed heâd be big, the man is 6 foot and built like a fucking unit.
What you werenât expecting was for it to spring right in front of your face. Thereâs no way that can.. Well, Doesnât matter if it fits or not. No way youâd miss the opportunity. He let out a chuckle, assumingly at your wide eyes.
âYou have me,â You smile up at him with half lidded eyes, changing your expression quickly so you werent the one looking like a deer in headlights. You grab his cock with manicured nails, licking the precum from his tip before siding as much as you could into your throat.
His breath hitched, a small groan leaving his lips. âNo sweetheart, I mean I need you. As much as.. Iâd l..love you to,â He let out a breathless sigh filled with pleasure, head tilting back.
âKeep.. feeling your mouth, I need you. Awfully bad, I might a..add.â He struggled to speak, moans escaping his lips as he felt you take him completely down your throat for a moment. You pulled away with a pop, smiling up at him.
âWhatever you want, sir..â You tease, sitting up and putting your hands on his shoulders, slowly sliding them to his neck to cup his face. âGive me a few more kisses, huh mister?â You didnât even have time to lean up, feeling his lips desperately go back to yours. You tangle your hands in his messy hair once more, feeling him lay you down gently.
He pulled your legs to the edge once more, listening to the squeak you let out as he subconsciously manhandled you. He looks over to the wallet he tossed on the table earlier, opening it to fish for a condom that he always carried around. Not that he ever thought heâd really use it.
âYou donât need one,â You see him quickly look at you as if you were insane, vermillion eyes studying your face. âIâm serious! If worse comes to worse Iâll stop by the pharmacy. I want us both to actually feel it..â You sit up once more, pretty brown eyes staring up at him pleadingly. You place a hand on his arm, which was enough for him to go standing right back in front of you.
âAre you sure, y/n? Absolutely positive?â He asked carefully, cock twitching at the cold air of the room. The snow from the skylight had covered it so much the room was practically black if it werenât for the very dim but few lights in the room. You nod, giving him a reassuring kiss on the cheek.
âI wouldnât say it if I didnât mean it,â You smile, laying back down. Big hands gripped your hips as he lined himself up to you, staring down at your sensitive bud for a moment before slowly sliding the tip into you. You whimper, gasping and letting your eyes roll back as he slid what you could take into you. You felt full, eyes trying to focus on the man in front of you.
âFuck..â He muttered, leaning over you and kissing up from your collarbone to your neck, holding you close as he started to move gently into you. He knew he was big, and he didnât plan on hurting you. he wanted it to be the best experience youâve ever had.. despite the uncommon location. You hug him quickly, whining out and pressing your face into his shoulder. It couldnât get closer than this.. Or so you thought, feeling him slowly start to fuck you open and press against that spot. Tears well in the corners of your eyes, gasping and biting the pain into his shoulder.
He hissed, making sure to go as slow as his mind and body would let him. He needed to see you completely undone, but your comfortability and adjusting to it would come first. âItâs okay sweetheart, âm right here. I got you. â He whispered into your ear, nipping at your lobe with a small smile. You could hear how passionate he was in his voice, letting your legs wrap around him once more.
After a few more slow thrusts into you, you move from his shoulder and whisper back. âF..Fuck me like you mean it, Ten. I can take i..it.â You mewled out, feeling him kiss from your cheek to your lips before slamming into you. You squeaked, having trouble trying to kiss back. You couldnât quiet down even if you wanted to. Your nails grab at his back, lightly scratching so you didnât rip his skin open. Shit, fucking you like this you might not be able to stop yourself.
He shuddered at the feeling, pulling away from your lips to leave open mouthed kisses against your neck. You bite your lip hard, you didnât know what time it was but you knew there were still people in the building. He slid his hands up to your back, letting his hands hold onto your shoulders from underneath you to keep you still while he fucked your brains out.
You were seeing stars, biting and leaving hickeys all over him to muffle yourself. He gritted his teeth, glancing down at you through foggy glasses. âYou take it so good, honey.. Need..Need you like this all the time.â He huffed out, letting out another breathless chuckle at your fucked out expression. âCan I have you?â
Broken sobs of pleasure was really all you could give in return, nodding as quick as you could before kissing him once again. He smiled against your lips, letting a hand slide down to your clit. He only thumbed over it a few times before you came, legs squeezing tighter against his torso. He pulled his hand away, moving both of them back to your hips. He was obviously close too, but it felt so good he wasnât sure he could pull out exactly in time.
âG-Gotta let me pull out, honey..â You shake your head no, burying your face into his skin once again. âNeed.. need to feel.. In meâ cum in me.â He began to slow down, trying to think through racing thoughts and how good you felt around him. It wasn't much time to make the decision and professionalism was already out the window at this point. âP.. Please- please tenya~?â You cry out, hugging close to him. If thatâs what you wanted, he was going to oblige.
He gave a couple more thrusts, cumming into you and holding you close. Once you pulled away enough, he left peppered kisses amongst your neck and jaw.
You smile, sighing out tiredly before giving him a few kisses on his poor red lips. âYou are my favorite human being on the planet,â You huff out, trying to continue but your thoughts were a bit scrambled. âIâm yours. For as long as you want me.â
He quickly responded, kissing your cheek in conformation. âForever. I want you to be mine.. Forever.â He was sweaty, hair sticking to his forehead and still out of breath himself. His face was red, eyes hanging low from both tiredness and wonderment.
You giggle at his response, taking his glasses and cleaning them with the silk of the robe that was under you.
âForever it is.â
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