#julis brain

[p3nislawd]

sex as hidan's girlfriend. | hidan

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contains : afab/fem!reader, hidan is mean, hidan is a loud bitch, degredation, dumbification, choking, teasing, hidan curses a lot, oral m on f, vaginal sex, masochism, slight exhibitionism, fingering fem!receiving, size kink, roughing, spanking, possessiveness, tit play (?)

when you started dating hidan, you knew from the get go how significant sex was going to be in your relationship, from how often he masterbated (before you two were together) and how often he verbally expressed his needs.

but you never really thought about the specifics of sex with him.

obviously, hidan was attractive. he was in great shape, had a pair of glittering magenta eyes, the mouth of a sailor and the sex appeal of a god. you had thought of him fucking you senseless more than once, but your imagination was nothing compared to the real thing.

hidan fucked you slow and lazy. sometimes. he made you do all the work, watching you ride him in reverse cowgirl, your back to him as he kicked back and eyed the sight of your sopping pussy, struggling to take his length. “fucking whore," he'd laugh, twirling your hair around his fingers and admiring your ass as you'd whine, begging him to help you finish. "so dumb on my big cock, huh?"

he was mean, calling you names as he had you splayed out in front of him, ass in the air on his mattress. "bitch knows her place know, right?" he'd coo, mocking you with a smirk as he rubbed his large palms over your ass. he'd stick a thumb in your ass just for fun, watching your squirm before he'd take it out just as fast and land a smack on your right cheek. "who the fuck said you could move?"

he was such a tease, too, pressing his hard on against your ass in the middle of the base. you'd whine, and he'd laugh at you, calling you a bitch and groping you in front of his friends. they would call him gross-- his response would always be a teasing; "aww, you just wish you were the one fucking this pussy, huh, asshole?" he'd press his hand against your crotch, feeling your breath pick up and your underwear get soaked through as his coworkers watched with flickering eyes, levels of eagerness all significantly different as you grabbed hidan’s forearm, stiffening. you had started to turn around to face him when he lifted his hand from your body and turned on his heel, walking back to his room and leaving you horny in a room full of his teammates. and of course, every time, you trailed after him, whining and complaining about how much of a tease he was, digging your nails into his skin and tugging his hair just to hear him hiss in pleasure, knowing it still wouldn’t make him cave into your begging.

some days, after particularly rough missions of your own, you’d wake up to his head between your thighs, licking and sucking down on the skin right before your pussy, just to wake you up. when you’d question him, groggy and half asleep, he’d tell you a muffled; “shut up, bitch. doin’ you a favor.” you’d scoff, call him a brat and squeeze your thighs tight around his head, just enough for him to feel a sting of pressure and pain that made his dick stiffen in his pants.

sure, it was nice of him, but he was such a teasing bitch that it sometimes just took so long. long enough for you to take off your panties on your own, yank his silver locks with both hands and shove his face into your cunt, much to his own pleasure. and he ate you out like he was starving— was there anything he wasn’t good at?

his tongue ran through your slick like molten lava, lapping up your ooze and moaning, letting the vibrations rattle against your clit and buzz at the entrance of your vagina. once his tongue grew sore, he’d slip up so he’d be lying on the bed beside you, freeing you from your bra and massaging your tits in one hand, his other plunging a couple fingers in you to keep you high on his touch. he’d coat his fingers in saliva, using them to pinch and tug at you nipples as his fingers, so, so much larger than your own, thrusted in and out of your sopping heat, his eyes trailing your face in admiration as you squealed and whined and moaned in his touch.

“fucking noisy bitch, you’re so annoying,” he’d half scoff, half laugh, placing a wet, teasing kiss to your mouth as he felt you clench around him, the taste of yourself on your tongue from his own. “fucking slut, you like that? being called an annoying bitch as you get off on my fingers? fuck, no wonder my friends wanna fuck you,” he”d hiss, feeling you clench harder, moan louder, and abruptly pulling his fingers out of you.

you’d whine, thrash around as he positioned himself above you now, slipping out his hard cock, bright red from the build up of eating you out, and giving himself a couple pumps. his eyes narrowed down on you, watching you squirm as he held you by your hips and slid his fat dick into you, throwing his head back and laughing as he began to pull you up and down on him.

he soon began to meet your thrusts (even when practically controlled by him) with his own, sloppily fucking into you, moaning and sinking in deeper when your nails draw blood on his biceps. he hissed, the head of him rutting into your g spot with a particular snap of his hips, and he brings his thumb up to rub viscously at your swollen clit, laughing at your pathetic wail.

“c’mon, baby,” he’d huff, cocky grin across his face as you moaned, loud and guttural and whiny as he dug himself impossibly deeper. “prove to those mother fuckers i’m the only bastard making you feel like this. show those fucking bitches who fucks you so good, you fucking whore.”

let’s just say, the next time you and hidan started getting freaky in the middle of the base, none of the other guys would even dare to look your direction. and as hidan led you back to his room, hand on your ass, fingers already teasing your cunt from behind, they all knew who you belonged to.

[soranker]

98 lovemail doodles >_<

[introspectivememories]

was it casual when i sat in your lap in public? was it casual when i said "recently my heart is crying because you're leaving"? was it casual when we decided how your last name would fit with mine? ("yuki tsunoda-gasly" / "no tsunoda, only gasly" / "yuki gasly?") was it casual when we sang adele's "someone like you" together at your going away party? was it casual when i knew it was you just by touching your ass? was it casual when i knew it was you by smell alone? was it casual when "will you miss me?" / "for 2-3 minutes maybe" / "i'll take that. even if it's just 2-3 minutes, i'll take that"? was it casual when that bus was completely empty and we still sat right next to each other, all the way in the back? was it casual when i picked you up multiple times so you could dunk a basketball? was it casual when i begged to come over to your house multiple time and then you finally let me and we cooked fried rice together? was it casual when we played christmas twister together and i said "your big eggplant is touching my ass"? was it casual when we were pressed up against each other on a scooter going two miles per hour? was it casual when-

[gokuisahimbo]

And it felt like meeting the whole world.

Alt version, combined the layers!

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

anyone else have multiple traumatic memories associated specifically with holidays/family vacations? because that is a topic I never see discussed in all the So You Had A Shitty Childhood, Now What? self-help books i've been reading. but for me, it was a significant thing. and the more i think about it the more it seems like this would be an (unfortunately) common experience. would be grateful to hear if this matches other peoples' experiences...

[frenchublog]

[supd00dle]

​yeah he gets taller every time he copies data or something (or maybe it’s the heels)

Old Extrassss.

[ruporas]

please be true

[ID: Digital Trigun Stampede fanart of Vash and Wolfwood cradling each other. Vash is facing the viewer with his face buried in Wolfwood's shoulder, one hand grabbing at Wolfwood's neck and the other grabbing his arm. Wolfwood is facing away from the viewer and is slightly leaned away, one arm wrapping around to Vash's back, but his hand is hovering, not touching. The background is black with white and red confetti-like and petal-like shapes falling around them. ID END] ID CREDIT

[cherrycro]

[for-those-who-wait]

Can you draw Hunter and Dadrius 💜💜💜

I've never drawn Darius before but look at this suave man giving positive reinforcement and his son absolutely b e a m i n g at the slightest bit of praise

[extantodyssey]

tell me how to feel about you now

oh, let me know, do i suffocate or let go?

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my first time ever making a comic like this! very far from perfect but i’m satisfied

this came about as part of me thinking a lot (too much) about the psychic 7 and their relationships with one another and what those look like/how they develop after the events of the second game

[p3nislawd]

love. | hidan pt1

EXPLICIT NSFW CONTENT

contains : afab/fem!reader, pining, lwk hidan is not a good fella erm…, sexual content, obviously, CHOKING!, hidan calls u very mean names, hidan and you got beef 💀, fingering, hook up,, mention of how reader is put into prostitution lol !!! hidan cusses so much im sorry, enemies to fwb?. sexual tension is crazy

hidan had never been one for love. if anything, he was the most devoted to jashin— and to him, he never considered that devotion and love were two different things. he was loyal to jashin, but he never loved him. he couldn’t even say he knew what love was. it was a whispered myth, a legend told only in stories, a feeling he could never find within himself, no matter how desperately he tried. and he hated being lesser. he lacked love where others were plentiful; it made him angry. yet not angry in a typical hidan way. it was a different kind of angry: a quiet, self loathing angry, that made him tear out his hair and bleed the inside of his cheek to keep himself silent.

so he ignored it.

hidan liked pretending love didn’t exist— because if he didn’t have it, what did it matter?

it was unobtainable.

then, came you.

you were young, pretty, sexy. to die for. hidan was enamored, yet somehow his interest never failed to be condescending. you were merely some girl kakuzu surprisingly let ride along with him, in exchange for prostitution and neat collection of his money after you showed your eagerness to work alongside the akatsuki.

hidan called you names. often. he never respected you.

you two often butted heads, especially the first couple of months you had first joined,

“can you just get to cleaning, you crazy fucking bitch?”

you reached up, easily, caught the pretty locks of silver between your knuckles. hidan whined loudly in protest, shouted and scrambled out of your grip.

“the fuck you say to me? clean it yourself, cunt,” you spat, tearing your hand away from him and shaking it off as if it would erase the history of his skin on yours.

fingers were around your neck. you felt your breath hitch. the cool metal of hidan’s ring bubbled against your blazing skin, you sputtered, and looked up at him. his eyes shimmered, his thumb rubbing over your skin as he licked his lips, stared blatantly at the low cut collar of your shirt.

shit. how did he always manage to do this to you?

“what you are doing?” you hissed, ruffling up like some untamed beast, digging into his wrist with your fingers. he left plenty of breathing room. a part of you was surprised he wasn’t strangling you to death at this point.

but your eyes flickered down to his casual wear, and there it was, staring at you.

“oh.”

“such a fucking attitude,” hidan snapped, hot and angry, and your could hear the grimace on his lips, imagined the trace of it on your neck instead of his rough hands. his eyes flickered to his hand on your throat, watched his palm move with bobbing of your swallow. the edge of the counter dug into the small of your back.

“you’re the one who’s been giving me shit since my first day,” you replied, daring to press further into his space, try to take control of the conversation.

he had scoffed, a sound that ignited your stomach with something that was a mix between rage and arousal. “yeah, and you’re the fucking prostitute coat rider, so don’t talk to me like you’re better.”

the arousal left as quickly as it came, and was replaced with vexation. “at least people think i’m hot,” you snapped, pressing down hard on his pulse point until he hissed and retracted his hand from your throat. “and don’t touch me again, you fucking horn-dog. don’t think i didn’t see your hard on.”

hidan chuckled, an unexpected expression that made your blood run hot. “not my fault you hoe around, bitch.”

it was wrong, you knew it. he was disrespectful, condescending.

but the thought that he thought you were at least a little attractive made you queasy, made your stomach churn with heat. yes, you were attractive. you sold your body for that kind of thing. but hearing it from hidan?

“fuck around and find out,” you called out distantly, with a scoff you didn’t really mean, and he turned from where he stood, now at the far length of his doorway.

his eyes were a dazzling magenta, his lips curled into a smirk. “could say the same for you, whore.”

“…what a dick.”

“what a dick,” you murmured beneath your breath, slipping into the main room, exhausted from your recent mission. well, exhausted wouldn’t really be the word. more like disappointed. you had met up with a man at a hotel nearby the current base— you two had sex, if you could even call it that, and then you collected your money and promptly had blackmail immediately after your leave: you had evidence that a well known political had an affair with his wife. kakuzu had said he’d put the plan into work soon, but….

you don’t think you’ve ever had sex so bad. first of all, you were completely and utterly DRY. second off, he had no preparation, and just kind of dry-burnt his way through into you with no lube, but at least some protection. lastly, he gave a couple weak thrusts of his hips until YOU had to do all the work and get him off until he busted, and then he left. didn’t even consider how it went for you. i mean, damn, it was only a hookup, but how fucking lame.

you sighed, slumping down into a lounge chair near the kitchen and letting yourself rest your feet for just a moment in the dark, silence of the night in the base. it was around 4 in the morning at this point. most of the members were probably awake, but they knew well enough to mind to themselves at this point.

“hey, bitch.”

and there was that pretty hand around your neck again. you resisted a squeak of a surprise and jolted. you must had been real tired of hidan of all people was able to sneak up on you. his breath fanned beside your ear, and you whipped around to face him. “what do you want?” you grumbled, eying him where he had slinked up to behind your chair.

hidan’s night clothes were a big, loose fitting shirt, and a random pair of dark bottoms. his hair was a little disheveled, a little cute as he yawned. “it’s fucking late. why’d you just get back?”

you snorted, giving up on protesting and merely relaxing into his hold. his grip was still firm over your throat, and although minuscule, you tried to ignore how soaked it already had you compared to the literal sex you had unaroused a couple hours before. “what do you think?”

his eyes traced your face in the dark, searching for something you couldn’t quite place. “…and?”

“it was fucking lame. i hate fucking them old ass politicians. why do you want to know anyways, weirdo?”

he rolled his eyes, straightened up and took his hand from around your neck. you almost missed it. “nothing. just asking how it went. chill the fuck out, you crazy bitch.”

feeling mad all over again, you shot up from the chair, smacked him on the chest. “you chill out, dick face. you need something to keep your fucking mouth busy,” you spat, purposefully ignoring how he reached out and snagged your wrist in his hand, keeping you in place.

“you offering?” he breathed, eyes blazing.

you couldn’t fight off your flush this time. “fuck no!”

hidan grinned, looking too smug as he let go of your hand and shrugged. “your loss, bitch,” he murmured, sauntering away with a smirk.

you groaned and dragged yourself to your bedroom to wash up.

and by the time you had left the bathroom, hidan had already let himself into your room. “what are you doing here?” you sighed, combing through your wet hair and thankful you had changed before you had left the restroom.

hidan didn’t bother to sit up from the edge of the bed, eyes darting over your form, tongue darting out to lick his lips as he met your eyes. your stomach fluttered and you cursed it, and him. “wanna fuck?”

“….what.”

“c’mon, you didn’t get off with that old guy, did you?” he grinned, rising from the bed and standing right in front of you. “i could show you a good time, bitch. told you i’d get ya eventually, didn’t i?”

“that’s…” you sighed, shaking your head softly. “old guy doesn’t have to do with it. work is work. i don’t wanna fuck your ugly ass. and i’m sure that shit would suck.”

“hiiiidan,” you groaned, head resting on the pillow as he slid his fingertips over your lips, dipping them teasingly in between but never fully letting you feel his fingers. “just fucking put them in.”

“shut up, bitch. tryna enjoy this right now, your fucking voice ruins that shit,” he scoffs, gently opening your folds and whistling softly at the sight. you could feel the heat rush to your face.

“…please.”

hidan snorted. “you think that hoe shit works on me? fucking dumbass.”

you rolled your eyes, grabbed his wrist and dug your fingers into his skin, watching his breath hitch in a mixture of pain and pleasure. “now,” you grumbled, bucking softly against his palm.

hidan leaned down, pressing his lips to the bare skin of your flesh as he wordlessly inserted his middle finger into your slick. “fuck, like that, bitch?” he stammers, half in disbelief, half in laughter as you squirm and moan softly. his fingers were so fucking thick, and as he slipped in his second and third consecutively, the chill and bump of his ring in your pussy made you tighten up, fast. he pressed an open mouth kiss to your throat and you moaned as he slid his fingers out, then thrusted them back in, to the knuckle.

“hidan!” you whined, pressing your hands into his hair as his fingers felt your flesh from the inside, circled around your gumminess and had you seeing stars as he curled them.

“yeahhhaha,” he chuckled, thumb sliding back and forth between your outside lips. “just like that, huh? bet that’s way better than that fucking lame fart. you like that? like my ring inside you? fuuck, it’ll be covered in cum once i pull them out, yeah, bitch?”

the squelch of your pussy around his fingers made him ooo, and he pressed in the third finger just in time for you to gasp and writhe in his hold. “fuck, hidan! nnn, yeah,” you mewled, eyes wide as he opened his fingers back and forth inside you, the stretch making the knot in your stomach churn. “hidan, i’m- i’m-“

“yeah, yeah,” he cut you off, panting as he quickened the flick of his wrist, his palm slapping against your pelvis with the sudden increase and with each thrust of his fingers. “just fucking shut up, let your pretty pussy do the talking, ‘kay, whore?”

you gulped as he rubbed his thumb over your clit and the room fell silent besides the gush of his fingers in your pretty pink lips, and you tugged as his hair feverishly as he lifts his three fingers up and down, consecutively, until the squelch was loud enough for you to start panting.

“yeah, just like that. keep that pretty mouth shut, i’ll fuck it later. just let me fuck around in this pussy, alright? fuuuuck, you’re so fucking hot,” he painted. “you gonna cum for me? cum on my big fat fingers? bet you didn’t do this for those old men, huh? i’m the only one who’s gonna fucking finger you like this, alright, bitch?”

“only you, hidan!” you whimpered, gasping softly as he bit down on the flesh of my throat.

his chest began to heave with effort, and your eyes rolled back as you clenched down, hard.

as he pulled away with a laugh, and pressed his fingers over his tongue, mouth wide open for you to see your own mess, you had a feeling this wasn’t going to end very soon.

[eighthdoctor]

ive hacked it

[iwantmochisoup]

- june 2024 sketchdump -

[candy-heart-brew]

Thinking about the next Welcome Home update...

Thinking about how the few hints we've been given indicate that the next update will take place in the springtime when Julie has woken up from her winter hibernation.

Thinking about how the relationship between Frank and Eddie crossed the line from mutual unspoken attraction into something more meaningful at the Homewarming party and Julie probably has no idea.

Thinking about what might've transpired between those two while Julie was asleep. Thinking about how there was at least a good four months where it was just the two of them.

Thinking about how she's Frank's designated girlfriend in-universe. Thinking about how her whole purpose as a character is to be with and play off of Frank.

Thinking about how Eddie's breakdown at the party all stemmed from there being no mail for him to deliver, thus no purpose for him to fulfill. Thinking about how losing his sense of purpose let him see into the void.

Thinking about what could happen if Julie is no longer the most important person in Frank's life all of a sudden. If she wakes up to find that her relationship with him has fundamentally changed in the time she was gone. That someone has come between them, robbing her of her purpose as a character and rendering her irrelevant.

Thinking...i'm thinking....

[luhvrlis]

My “this will be the best summer” so far in 6 picture