#knew i was into that before but holy shit

[sugar-plum-writer]

Sanctified Azure <3

Tags: Gojo Satoru x Fem!Reader; Size-kink; Overstimulation; Unprotected Sex; Religious themes; Manhandling; Rough sex; Cream pie; Pussy drunk Gojo; improper use of Holy Water; MNDI (18+); Who knew Gojo could go more feral?; Possessive Gojo; Smut; NSFW + NSFW; Established relationship; intense sex

A/n: I think this might be one of the most original ideas I've ever come up with when it comes to execution of the plot; really I even surprised myself! Periods really do switch something in the brain huh? 50/50 aka 50% plot & 50% porn all things balanced as they should be~

Synopsis: What happens when your boyfriend gets possessed and fucking him to exorcise him is the only way to get rid of the demon? How feral can he get?

Word count: 4.8k

The curtains of darkness enveloped the room as the walls were crawling with shadows grinning. A single candle illuminated the living room as it sat- its flame flickering eager on what would unfold tonight.

Was this a good idea? Probably not. You had warned your boyfriend Satoru 1000 times that you got bad vibes from that shady store. How he should stay away from that store, and not get involved with it.

But here you are sitting with him- in your and his living room. A crooked pentagon is drawn in the middle with white chalk, some shady-looking book at its center with god knows what language it is written in. White candles all over the room which now reminded you of a scene from the horror movie "Conjuring 2" which is clearly not a good sign.

"Satoru are we really doing this?", You look at him dead in the eyes annoyed.

"Just trust me! I am the strongest sorcerer alive baby~", he smirked- oh how that stupid smirk annoyed you- you really wanted to wipe it off his face.

"Gojo I don't know- this is giving me bad vibes…this…do you even know what's written here?", taking a sharp breath you point at the book.

"Well", he chirped opening his phone, "I used Google Translate baby~ trust me I got this!", proudly he stuck his phone in front of your face with a smug expression.

It was a broken translation with messed up symbols. The pages had ink wiped off, so what did it say again? Beelzebub? Who the hell is he?

Squinting your eyes you tried to make sense of whatever jargon was written in it, "Gojo what the fuck is this? It makes no sense"

"The spell!", he chirped again smiling brightly like a kid who just got candy.

..Silence…

Is he serious right now?

You look at him dumbstruck, how the hell is someone supposed to read weird ancient symbols!?

As if on cue reading your mind he smirked, "I found a YouTube tutorial on Google on how to read it by a guy called- "Satanic Rituals 101!"

You all are going to die today, aren't you?

Your only assurance being is him being the strongest sorcerer and hoping he can hollow purple the demon or whatever is going to crawl out of that shitty Pentagon.

…..

It took some time as Gojo tried to recite whatever he learned from this "Satanic Rituals 101" guy. Which clearly sounded like a Quotev or Buzzfeed account making "Which witch you are?" quizzes from the mid-late 2000's, which you definitely did not spend countless hours doing together with your friends

At first, you thought- more specifically- hoped that the ritual would fail because dealing with a demon is the last thing you want on a Saturday night.

With a huff, you sat with him in the crooked Pentagon as he recited the spell and screeched.

It was all shits and giggles- after all no way this was real? right? right? until the air in the room froze- the temperature felt 20 degrees lower.

Each breath turns into whisps of smoke freezing in front of your eyes- while the clock ticked behind you- it is eerily quiet- the type of quietness that is minutes before the disaster, your guts and mind were telling you to run out but your body was frozen in fear- none of your muscles were listening.

"G-Gojo?", you whispered shakily clutching the hem of your top till your knuckles turned white from fear

"Yeah what is it?", he whispered near your ears causing you to freak out.

"What the fuck!? Don't do that! This is not funny anymore!", you rolled your eyes and faced him.

"Aww really? I am having a lot of fun though", he grinned as he leaned in; face inches away from yours- piercing eyes looking into yours.

"Can you be serious for once Satoru! You just saw what happened! I am freaking out alright!?", with a sigh you bit your lip looking away not wanting to look at him

"Why are you scared? You are being pathetic right now baby girl~", he murmured in a dark tone as his warm breath tickled your ears sending chills down your spine before stepping back

"Y-You have the audacity! Gojo Satrou you better-", fuming with anger you looked into his eyes and were met with his eyes tinted red freezing you in your tracks.

Oh shit- OH SHIT- you've fucked up big time

The realization slowly but surely was sinking in, the man in front of you was not your boyfriend anymore but rather a demon who's possessed him

"Y…You aren't Gojo…", stumbling back your body shook- blood pumping hard in your veins sending a rush of heat to your cheeks.

This can't be happening!?

"I am him? What are you talking about love~ you really must be freaked out huh cupcake?~", smirking cockily with hands in his pocket he walked towards you, each step slow and deliberate

"S-Shut up! Gojo would never call me pathetic!"

"Gojo? I am Gojo but I just did that~ what are you going to do about it hm? I am Gojo don't you realize", he leaned in his hot breath on your lips.

At this point, you were cornered- no way out how the hell are you supposed to deal with a demon!? Jujutsu High did not have a manual on it! shit

"You are not!", You hurled your cursed energy toward him punching him in the guts with all your strength- a punch strong enough to have grade-2 curses flying back. To your shock he stood there unfazed.

"How…annoying", with a sigh he locked his eyes with yours, "To think humans developed this huh? Too bad it does not work on me much", with a shrug he grabbed your wrist pulling you close

"You better behave little lamb- unless you want to die", with a slam you were pinned against the wall hands on the sides of your head, "I tried to be nice you know? You just had to not listen- why so disobedient? little dove?", with a frown he grabbed your jaw forcing you to look at him

"You better behave if you want your precious boyfriend alive", licking his lips, "It's been a while since I've tasted human flesh", he whispered eyes darkened with lust.

"You are mine from now on little lamb- you've got a new boyfriend now"

He crashed his lips against yours. …..

The air was full of tension- one wrong move and you are dead meat- your mind was racing with what to do- how the hell do you deal with this? Will searching on WikiHow help? Do they have a tutorial on how to deal with demons? Or how to help your demon possessed boyfriend?

Hell, if it was a curse you would have exorcised it but a demon how do you deal with that?

They say humans when pushed to the brink of their limits do something insane without thinking straight; the rush of adrenaline causes the brain to shift to survival mode. And whatever you did next was not done rationally.

You kissed the demon back

"Hah…", you gazed into the now blue eyes tinted red, "I am gonna get my boyfriend back one way or the other…I'll exorcise you dipshit!", grabbing the collar you glared earning a dark chuckle.

"Oh really? are you? Your boyfriend is now gone~ I have taken over his body little dove- how will you get him back hm?", intrigued the demon kissed your neck chomping down and leaving marks.

"Like…this", the moment the words left your lips you grabbed him by the hair lifted his head, and kissed him deeply tasting him, "Gojo", you whispered between kisses, "You going to let some nobody fuck your dick into me? You called yourself the strongest…you gonna be cuckloaded by yourself huh?"

"You not gonna come and fuck me yourself? All talk were you?", as you continued to spew out whatever came to your head as you kissed him that's when something changed- the energy in the room got more tense.

"Fuck...baby girl", a raspy voice was heard- the familiar tone made your eyes widen, the eyes were now flickering between red and blue, "As if- I am letting this jackass fuck you", sweat dripped down from his forehead to the tip of his chin, chest heaving up and down-

"Gojo!", you cupped his face shakily looking into the now semi-blue and red eyes.

"This demon- hah…to think I'd get possessed how annoying", he grunted with his grip getting tighter around your waist

"It's taking every ounce of my willpower to fight this dipshit...can't let him fuck that cunt eh?", he smirked as he panted with his face flushed.

The way he looked right now- you know it's irrational but- he looked hot; the sweat dripping making his T-shirt cling to his body, shaping the muscles out, and oh his eyes- his eyes so dark and focused- blending between red and blue a beautiful hypnotic gaze- voice raspy- god

What the fuck? Don't possessed people look like shit in movies why does he look so hot!?

"Hah…", as he panted his breath brushed past your lips making your knees weak, "Fuck this shit- I regret this huh?", chuckling weakly he gazed into your eyes

Snapping back to reality you looked at him, "Finally! See I am never wrong! Ugh-", you snapped at him, "What to do! What to do!"

That's when the flickering stopped and the eyes were red again-

"Retard…to think a mere man managed to overpower me- insane bastard", the demon chuckled darkly, "how intriguing- this is a first- to think you hold so much power over this man- that mere words brought his consciousness back?", looking into your eyes he lifted your chin.

"I am going to enjoy this game~", with a swift movement he ripped off your top and bra off

"WHAT THE FUCK!", You screamed scrambling to cover yourself with your hands

"My you scream quite loud for a little lamb- I wonder if I can make you scream louder~", grinning as if riled up by the scent of fear oozing off you the demon was going feral.

He dug his nails into your hips biting down your neck.

'Fuck', you thought to yourself- that's when an idea struck you- holy water- you gotta get holy water! You made sure to get some when Gojo told you about this plan of his first

With a swift movement, you grabbed the holy water kept on the table and poured it over yourself- soaking yourself in it.

The demon screeched as burn marks appeared all over his hands and body- a sizzling sound could be heard from the skin.

"You bitch! You sure got the guts-", glaring at you the eyes of the demon went from red to dark crimson- shit this is bad, "You think you are all that huh?", cutting off your thought process the demon yanked you by the hair boring his eyes into yours

"Holy water- fuck it…even if it hurts the more you fight the more I want you! Rarely has anyone able to do this me", sneering he kissed you

Disgusted you headbutt him catching him a bit off off guard before grabbing the other bottle of holy water; drinking it and forcefully kissing the demon-

His throat burned as he tried to push you off- it was all too much- this is insanity

"Kiss me now you son of a bitch!", you bite his lip forcing the holy water down his throat.

Now this is some crazy exorcism, isn't it?

"Ugh…it's bitter", with a grunt the familiar hazy blue eyes looked into yours, "Damn…my throat hurts- it feels like I drank hot boiling water", coughing Gojo pulled away looking into your eyes- the red was a lot less now.

"Gojo!", tears streamed down your eyes as you hugged him, "Finally! You bastard I hate you!", you sobbed causing him to chuckle.

"I love you too sweetheart~", he kissed you gently before his eyes darkened seeing your appearance.

Half naked- bite marks of the demon on your neck- nail marks on your hips were pissing him off- the messy hair- the scent of holy water on your skin.

How dare he touch what belongs to him?

"He did this- ", biting his lip Gojo pinned you against the wall kissing your neck and leaving bite marks over the bite marks of the demon.

He was feeling extremely possessive right now- you were his- so what if it was a demon? you were his and his alone- heart and soul- after all he'd die for you

Caught off guard by the action you gasp, "G-Gojo! Come back to your senses! god damn it!", you looked into his eyes- blue tinted with red- never have you seen him look so possessive- so feral

It was chilling- yet it made your heart race.

"How can I?- do you know the rage that I am feeling right now?", he whispered darkly- voice thick with tension and cursed energy going batshit crazy- shattering all the glass of windows

"Doll- you are mine and I don't share what's mine", lifting your chin his thumb brushed against your lower lip; the intensity between you two continued to increase to unprecedented levels.

"We gotta get rid of this demon! fuck me later alright?", you blushed slapping his hand away

"Right….", he paused realizing this demon is preventing him from fucking you right now- damn possession really prevents you from getting laid huh?

Taking a deep breath you looked into his eyes- which were still swirling between red and blue, his jaw tight because of the amount of willpower he was using to keep the demon at bay.

"We need to exorcise it out of you…", you sighed.

"Well, how do we do that? I am sure if I lose focus for even 0.1 seconds right now this demon will take over again- I don't want to hurt you nor do I want the demon to use limitless or any of my techniques", grimly he crossed his arms.

"Cursed energy does not exorcise it or else we could have contacted other sorcerers to help out…", annoyed he let out a frustrated sigh.

You are both stuck with what to do that's when an insane idea entered your head- the holy water when you poured it over yourself made the demon back away, and kissing it with holy water also worked- seeing the way it is going- what if- you fucked the demon decked in holy water out of him?

It's never been done before- and it's insane- but; it might just work

"Gojo", deciding to wing it you look into his intense eyes, "Let's fuck", you blurt you making him choke on air.

"W-what? You want to…fuck right now?", he carefully worded out the sentence to make sure he did not hear it wrong.

"Yeah- let's fuck"

Your shameless way of speaking- damn- it was doing things to him- fuck possession really prevents you from fucking because right now all he wanted to do was fuck your brains out

…..

Your idea well it sounded insane to him- this is crazy- literally; it made sense as well- kissing the demon with holy water clearly worked to bring him back for so long- but to fuck you like that?

You decked all in Holy water naked- kissing him with your sweet lips as the bitter taste of holy water burned down his throat; dribbling between both your lips- drops of it slipping down your skin into the most sinful areas imaginable- coating it in a glossy sheen; stinging the hickies he'd leave- your eyes glossy as you moaned begging him. Something about fucking decked in holy water was sending him places.

Imagination was going wild

It was so unholy yet felt so holy

The Holy water ought to purify and cleanse people of their sins, making them untainted forgiving all their sins yet- you decked in holy water was for him to taint you all over again; consume you again and again

Fuck- he's hard

"Doll- are you sure about this?- I don't think I can control myself once we start", wrapping his hands around your waist he brushed his fingers over the marks left by the demon- glancing at the bra and top he'd ripped off- he was jealous- he wanted to be the one to rip it off of you why did the demon get the do that?

He's annoyed- not because he's possessed but because he was not the one to rip it off of you, sure it was his body which the demon was trying to use to fuck you but still its not fair. He really had his priorities straight even when possessed

"I am sure- 'toru- but; will you be able to keep your consciousness? This is going to get intense", wrapping your arms around his neck you whispered concerned seeing how close the demon was to taking over him again

"Hah! As if I'd let this cunt and pussy be fucked by someone else- only I get to stuff it the way I want with my dick", smirking he pulled you closer.

"Don't worry about me- just start baby- I can handle a little possession"

On cue, you soon pour the remaining bottles of holy water all over yourself- water droplets trailing down your curves into the little crevices dripping down your thighs and nipples soaking you

God's grace decking it's love in shimmering and holiest trails, a sanctum for in defiles to witness divinity- is this why men wage wars to witness heaven?

Looking into your eyes as you stood in front of him- so seductive

His mind was swirling with emotions and all the things he wanted to do to you right now seeing you like this. He never thought he could desire you more than he already did- yet here he was- wanting more.

You were like an angel purifying yourself before being consumed by the devil himself- and at this point, he loved being the devil if it meant he got to taste your flesh

Today he was going to be baptized into being admitted into the form of church exclusive to him- You

…..

Crashing his lips against yours- while the demon and he fought for dominance was intense; you were gasping for air while he did not give you any room to breathe.

Groping and touching you all over, fingers flicking your nipples and pinching them as he kissed down your neck- the stimulation was intense.

The burning sensation on his skin stung him badly but the pleasure he was feeling was too great to think of the pain- to think one day he would be fighting being possessed with a demon on being the one to fuck you.

Who would have thought?

"G-Gojo….s-slow down a bit", you gasped as he mercilessly chomped down your skin leaving his marks, "I am not- not today…hah…", biting his lip to maintain consciousness he continued to become even more intense as he left even more marks- digging his nails on your hips.

The Holy water was so bitter- Every inch of his skin was burning as it came to contact with yours, he was on fire- the pain was too much yet it was lust that clouded his mind- he just could not get enough

Tasting the holy water of your lips burned his throat but it felt so right- the pain- the pleasure- the need to focus on fucking you- using RCT to constantly heal the burns- flickering in and out of consciousness with the demon- this was the most intense sex session ever; he felt like he was giving it his all- he was giving his soul to the devil right now

Your body decked in holy water was like salvation for him- if this is what salvation is like- he'd get possessed every second of his life.

Today the phrase, "God is a Woman" made sense because fuck- He's worshiping you right now.

Biting, kissing you all over, his hands leaving fingerprints everywhere in their wake setting your skin on fire; at this point, he's forgotten he's possessed and just kept going- warm tongue gliding over your sensitive skin and sucking on the hickies coating it.

Kisses trailed down your neck to your belly and stomach before burying his face between your legs nose deep- legs wrapped around his neck as he held you pinned against the wall- lapping at your cunt like a dog in heat

The stimulation was too much- he's never been this rough, your pussy was drenched wet as moan after moan spilled out your lips.

"Ah…hah! Gojo 'tis too much- I-I can't!", gasping with tears streaming down your eyes you dug your nails over his shoulders and arched your back desperately holding onto him

"Give it to me baby- cum f'me- I'm gonna teach this demon who owns this cunt", he said in a mumble and daze as his mouth was too busy lapping and drinking your sweet nectar- he was pussy drunk- you tasted more delicious than ever; the bitter holy water on your cunt mixed with your pre-cum made it hard for him to stop.

How could he? He was in heaven right now drinking immortal wine

Eyes rolling back you went over the edge- cumming on his tongue while he drank it all up like it was a sacred fountain of youth- helping you ride off your high

"Fuck baby…you taste so good...", looking into your eyes darkened with such pure primal desire- he was long gone- all he wanted to do right now was just ram his dick into you.

Even if he was beyond redemption- he'd never let the demon fuck you

Still panting and coming down from your high breathless- legs shaking you gazed at him with your glossy eyes and face flushed.

You really felt your consciousness fading- this intensity was unlike you've ever experienced before- sure bondage was intense when you and Gojo were fucking- but this was a whole'nother level of intense

So fucked up, so needy and wet all for him- damn was he really drinking holy water off your skin or was it aphrodisiac?

Without warning he put you in a mean mean mating press against the wall startling you before ramming his dick into your poor gushing cunt- damn he really was not gonna give you even 0.1 second to adjust- cock twitching against your tight walls making you see stars- it felt way too good. You could feel his dick pulsing- the veins- he filled you up so good

Your cunt was gobbling him up choking on his dick- trying to push him out but he was just too big. You felt like a lamb to slaughter- words were slurring- your body was numb at this point; tingly sensations went from your cunt to the tip of your toes and fingers- brain sent to over drive

This was the first time you actually felt the danger- such intense pleasure beyond comprehension, but, gods be dammed it was a feeling so euphoric you want it again- you want to go higher

The way your walls clenched around him so tight- holding onto him as if to never let go- he really felt his dick melting in your cunt- feeling like it was going to be snapped off him; tilting his head back he felt his brain going more numb the only thought he had in his head was to fill your pretty and perfect sobbing cunt with his cum and so he did that

He started to move in and out- in and out- in an unrelenting pace- god he hit all your g-spots so well with each thrust; filling your pussy up with his dick so well- so deep

Only moans and whines could spill out of your mouth, tears covered your face- you did not even remember if you were in reality or fantasy.

He kept going mercilessly and at this point you did not even remember how many times you cummed on his thick cock- feeling your walls hold onto him tighter made him finally go over the edge- with a last thrust he put his dick in deep- hitting your womb making sure to fill you up damn fucking well- after all You were his and seeing his cum dribble out of you was something he loved to see

Both of you exhausted from the intense fucking just collapse on top of each other and lay on the floor.

…..

The sun rays poured in the morning brushing past the curtains and illuminating the room with its warmness- coating everything in a warm sheen as light reflected off of the surfaces. The calmness of the world was a stark contrast to the mess that was the living room from the night before

The crooked chalk pentagon still on the floor, the shady book in the center- bottles of holy water littered all over the floor- ripped clothes which were more like rags scattered across the floor- glasses from the windows still cover the corner of the floor; if anyone saw this it would be very hard to explain what happened

Laying and hugging him with his arms wrapped around your waist and keeping you close was quite an oxymoron compared to the living room- the sunlight blanketed you and him with its rays as if giving a gentle nudge to two lovers to wake up knowing the moon witnessed all the secrets of lovers intertwined at night.

"Hmmm…", hazily Gojo woke up from his sleep and sat up glancing at you and seeing all the marks and fingerprints painting every inch of your skin hit him like a ton of bricks remembering the insanity which was the previous night.

"Baby?", cooing at you softly he pulled you close to him, "Are you alright?", looking at you with his puppy eyes he nuzzled his face on the crook of your neck- inhaling the scent.

"my back…it's completely gone", you whined sleepily about the sharp pain and ache you felt all over your body damn only now do you realize how intense was last night.

Smirking he caressed and traced your spine straddling you on his lap and earning a slap on his wrist, "Where do you think your hands are going huh? I have not forgiven you for getting me involved in this shit!", pouting you glared at him which in his eyes only made you look cuter.

"Ouch! Sorry baby- I really won't get shady books from that store anymore", humming his squeezed your thighs making you squirm, "Though- I really wanna fuck like that again ya know? You looked so hot taking me so well decked in holy water", whispering near your ears in a deep voice sent shivers up and down your spine annoying you at the same time.

"Hmph as if! Are you crazy!?", blushing you flicked his forehead, "Awww so mean~ baby girl!", dramatically he covered his face, "Ugh…", you sighed seeing him being the droopy golden retriever

How can he be so hot and fuck you like a ragdoll and then act like this- as if he could do no wrong; as if he is such an innocent guy. It really made you wonder just what goes on in his brain.

But low-key no wait scratch that- high-key you'd like to see him like that again looking so feral- the gaze, the raspy voice just thinking about it made your stomach do flip flops- as long you two fuck the demon out of him- does it matter?

Seeing your expression he knew he had you exactly where he wanted- he knew you were as much of an insane person just as he was, "So~ is someone into it huh?", grinning he licked one of the hickies on your neck from last night making goosebumps spread across your skin.

"I-I'm not…", you whisper with your face red, "Really…then why is she so wet huh?", smirking he caressed your cunt circling the clitoris and smacking it sending waves of pleasure down your body, "T'Toru!", you whined- it stung so much yet it made you so wet, "What baby~?", he cooed and flicked his finger making you gasp, "I-…I….I'll think about it", coughing not wanting to admit your own arousal at the thought of fucking again like last night you averted eyes.

"Alright~", grinning he licked the outer shell of your ears kissing you hard

"I'll be waiting", humming satisfied you both cuddled together.

But don't let your guard down yet after all the greatest trick the devil ever played was convincing the world he did not exist- and will hit you at your least vulnerable

Better stock up on holy water who knows when the devil will hit you again? After all with the kind of person Gojo was you doubt this would be your last rodeo.

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[vinomino]

A virgin to a super spoiled brat

Featuring: Togame.J x f!reader

Contents: NSFW MDNI, pwp, pet names, virgin!togame, subby!togame -> dom!togame, mention of mutual masturbation, size difference, fingering, unprotected sex, creampies, squirting [2k]

“A-are you sure, can we…really?” 

Togame stares at you with wide eyes and there’s a little sparkle. Placing your hand on his thigh to push yourself up straighter against his back, you take in a deep breath to regain your energy. The farthest the two of you have gotten is mutual masturbation since Togame confided in you that he’s a massive walking virgin with zero experience. So, you took it upon yourself to teach your big dorky boyfriend. It started with kissing and progressed to you teaching him where he should touch. 

Looking down between your thighs, the inside was coated with a light sheen and his fingers had your cum clinging to them. Togame was a good listener; following your instructions on when and where to curl, and for a virgin, it’s quite impressive that he had you cumming on his digits three times. You’re brought back to reality as his hardened cock digs into the flesh of your bare ass. 

“Yeah, yeah…we can go further today. Unless you don’t want to, Jo.” Twisting your neck to look at him. 

Togame’s cheeks heat up, “N-No, I want to…’m just…a bit nervous.” He lets out a light chuckle. 

“It’s alright,” you give him a smile, “I’ll do all the work. ‘Kay?” 

His chest rapidly rises and falls as he intently studies you hovering over him with his dick in one of your pretty hands. “Y’know…shouldn’t…we use a rubber?” His voice hitches when you give him a slow stroke, from the very tip to the base.

“Do you want to? Doesn’t matter to me if we use one or not.” Togame already knew you were on the pill, but he’s fisting at the sheets at the thought of fucking raw nonetheless. What if he shoots his load in you? “Baby?” You call out to him. 

Togame unfurrows his brows and gulps, “Don’t wanna use one…wanna feel you.” 

Lining the tip of his dick up to your dripping hole, you begin to lower yourself down, greedy cunt swallowing him in. Togame’s mouth falls open and curses roll off his tongue as he grips your sides with both his hands. “W-Wait, fuck, wait.” He gasps out trying to still you. A whine escapes you as his fat cock stretches you out, sure you’ve taken him in your mouth before, but after not having sex in a while, there was a slight sting. 

“Mnh– Jo, you feel s’big…hah…” Your eyelids lower as you place your hands on top of his abdomen and push yourself down, chasing the need to be stuffed full. 

“Sh-shit, wait, please– ngh–” Togame throws his head back into the pillow as you bottom out. His fingers dig into your sides as he tries to not prematurely cum from your warm cunt fitting snugly around him. He squints to see your pussy pressed down against his happy trail, cock gone from his sight. “Holy shit…” He groans, screwing his eyes tightly shut and basks in the sensation of finally being in you. 

“J-Jo…hngh.” Tummy twitching as you feel him in the deepest parts of you, your eyes roll back into your skull as you bite your bottom lip. “S’good, Jo, fuck, you’re so deep.” You mewl and roll your hips, swollen clit grinding against his pelvis when you do, adding to your pleasure. The veins on his dick rub against your walls and his mushroom head taps against your cervix. You want to cum on his cock.  

Togame tucks his chin to his chest and you catch sight of pearly droplets clinging to his bottom lashes. He already looked like he was gone, in a different dimension. Unable to form any words, he blubbers out praises, “yer so pretty, ah, feels amazing, y’feel amazing, baby wait–” his eyes widen in panic as he grabs your waist, stopping you from riding him. “M’gonna– fuck, stop, sh-shit don’t, don’t do that.” 

Your vision is unfocused as you moan out his name, “Jo, wanna cum, wanna cum on you, want it!” You babble out as you manage to rock your hips despite his bruising grip. Togame stutters out something, but you don’t catch it, not when you’re busy squeezing your cunt around him.

“Don’t, m’gonna cum– oh fuck–” Togame whines when he empties himself into you. His entire body trembles and sweat rolls down his forehead. You curl inwards and sob out when you feel yourself getting pumped full of his cum. Bringing a hand down, you rub circles on your bud until you reach your own peak, making yourself gush on his cock. Tired, you collapse on him and Togame instinctively wraps his arms around you, hugging you closer. The two of you pant and cling to each other as you both come down from your highs. 

But you had no idea what your boyfriend would turn into after that night. 

“Jo, I’m home!” Taking off your shoes you step into the apartment to dead silence. Confused, you follow the sound of light snores and trail to the bedroom to find Togame fast asleep. Giggling you step toward the bed and take out your phone, planning to snap a cute picture of your sleeping boyfriend. But right when you focus the camera a hand swiftly tugs you down. 

“J-Jo?!” You yelp as you crash against his chest. 

“Darlin’ you’re back, missed you…” He gives you a lopsided smirk and situates you into his lap. “How was work, baby?” You squeak when he slips his hands under your shirt and runs his palms along your skin. “Did you have a hard day? Hmm?” Togame peers down at you. 

His gaze sends a shiver down your spine. “O-Oh, work? Nothing special happened today…” 

“That so?” Togame rests a hand on the base of your neck and the cool air tickles your spine from your top being pushed up. He lets out a low laugh, “S’cute, you’re making such a cute face…” Before you can respond, Togame’s smashing his lips to yours, sliding his tongue in with ease since you gasped in surprise. Fisting at his sweatshirt, your eyes shoot open when he unclasps your bra. Pushing against him, you break the kiss hot-faced and panting. 

“Wh– Jo, what’s gotten into you?” 

“Missed you…you’ll lemme do what I want right? Since I’ve been so good.” The corner of his mouth quirks up. 

“Huh?” 

In a second he spins you around and your back is against his chest as he rolls your skirt up. Opening your mouth to speak, you quickly get shut up when Togame nudges your panties to the side and runs two fingers along your folds. An obscene wet noise fills the room causing him to chuckle. “You like here when I do this,” you jerk when he dips two digits inside, “you also like it when I play with this, right, baby?” You squeal when he presses on your clit and draws shapes over it. You scramble to grip his wrists as he starts to finger fuck you. 

There’s a loud squelching of your pussy as he pumps his digits in and out of you. “J-Jo– ngh– baby, ’m gonna cum!” Jaw going slack as Togame touches the spots you taught him to, but he was much rougher this time. You jolt when he continues his assault on your cunt, throwing you head first into your orgasm. Your back arches off his chest when you gush over his fingers, but Togame doesn’t stop. 

“You’re so worked up, darlin’ just relax…and lemme take care of you.” He speaks lazily directly into your ear. 

Weakly pushing against his wrists. “J-Jo– wait, I just came!” 

“But I think you can cum more. She’s telling me she wants more.” He places his chin on your shoulder to stare down at your slick coating his fingers. 

After orgasming for the nth time, you dig your nails into his arm and sob, wailing that you can’t cum anymore. Finally, he pulls his fingers out and kisses your damp cheek, “You did so well, angel, now I gotta reward you.” He easily manhandles you and slips your clothing off, kissing you in between every piece coming off. “You want this right? C’mon, baby, tell me.” Togame taps the tip of his leaking cock on your cunt. 

Your brain is all dizzy, taking a moment to process what he said, but Togame always loved waiting. He continues to rub the fat head over your folds and hole, painting it a milky white with his pre. The act makes you heat up and clench down around nothing. “W-Wan’ it…” Puffy lips quivering as you force yourself to answer him. 

Togame places his palms under your knees to push your legs back as he sheathes his cock into your sticky cunt which spurts a lewd sound as your cum pushes out around his length. “F-fuck,” you whimper when he’s balls deep in you. His fingers were larger than yours, but he was big all around. You’ve only taken his dick a few times, but the thickness always makes your mind spin. Togame harshly swallows as his black bangs fall into his eyes. 

“Darlin’ ya gripping me like crazy,” he studies the way your face contorts as your walls stretch to accommodate him. Togame slides out halfway before snapping his hips back, you jolt and gasp out. He repeats it, skin slapping skin, enjoying the way you go dumber and dumber with every thrust. “You should take responsibility, y’know.” You want to question that, but your train of thought gets cut off when he uses his weight to thrust deeper into you. 

“S’too deep– ngh– Jo!” You cry out the sweet single syllable of his name. 

“I know you love it deep.” 

Writhing against the sheets as he bends you in half, you hold onto his wrists for dear life as he pounds you. “J-Jo, cum-cumming, mgh!” All you can think about is his cock wrecking your pussy as you sense that cord building up in your tummy again. Togame doesn’t say anything, instead focusing on his pace– focusing on bringing you to your edge, feeling your walls spasming around him. Your hips buckle and you weep when you cum, squirting all over his abs and the sheets. Spews of liquid clinging to both skin and linen. 

“My baby’s so messy,” He grins and brings his thumb to your clit.  

“Mhm! Jo, ‘m gonna die–” Trying to wiggle your hips away from the overstimulation. 

“Just a lil more,” he grunts as he feels his gut tighten. “Shit, almost there.” 

Tears roll out your eyes and your cunt twitches at his words. All you can do is take what he gives you– shaking under his broad frame. After another thrust, Togame spills his hot cum into you with a loud groan of your name. He collapses on his elbows, stopping himself from crashing down on you. Your jittery legs struggle to wrap around his waist as you bury your face into his neck. 

Togame pants into your ear, dear praises spilling out, “S’good, yer s’perfect for me, darlin’.” He slurs and lifts himself up to push your hair out of your sweaty face. “There’s my pretty girl.” You lazily blink at him, lips parted as your heart races. “I love you.” He kisses the corner of your mouth. 

“...love you too…” You mumble and he gives you a small smile. 

After a few minutes, you shuffle and try move him off. “Jo, need to shower…” 

“W-Wait, baby, don’t move so suddenly. I’m gonna get hard again.” 

He widely grins and you shoot him a glare. You wonder if you spoiled him too much. 

[tgmsunmontue]

Never knew I was missing you 2/? WIP

Jake is just trying to find a connection. Shame the guy he connects with the most is lying about his identity online; because he sure as hell isn't A-list Hollywood star Bradley Bradshaw.

ONE

CHAPTER TWO

                Despite everything, PinballWizard is funny, dry and sarcastic with his humor, but definitely a nerd of the highest order. As well as being able to talk about pinball machines, he also knows a lot about naval aviation, can rattle off facts that even Jake hasn’t heard before but when he goes and looks them up, they check out. Jake assumes it’s how it ties into the model plane making. Obviously the guy is a fan of Bradley Bradshaw, imitation being the highest form of flattery or whatever it is, but Jake is wondering whether he can get an actual photo of him.

                He’s not too proud to admit that he’s a little vain, or a lot vain depending on who you ask. They’ve been chatting for a week now and Jake can’t believe how much he’s actually been enjoying it. Getting to know him, learning that he apparently lives with his two closest friends that he’s known since high school, enjoys swimming to keep fit but will do other things if he really has to. Grew up in California and has been coerced into doing all sorts of things because he loves his friends and would do anything for them. Jake has talked about being in the Navy and flying, both of which he seems incredibly knowledgeable about, which just makes him more convinced that it’s definitely not actually Bradley Bradshaw. Because while Jake doesn’t consider himself a huge fan, he’s pretty sure he’d have remembered if Bradley Bradshaw had any ties to the US Navy.

>>If you don’t believe me then why do you keep talking to me?

>>Well, even with your weird hobbies I find you more interesting than the people who are just sending me dick pics or only want to fuck.

>>Great to know what your priorities are.

>>Hey. Just telling it like it is.

>>Just be glad I’m not reporting you to the police for pretending to be someone you’re not.

>>I’d like to see how successful you are with that.

>>More successful than you.

>>Why are you talking to me when I don’t believe you?

>>Because I enjoy talking to you.

>>Yeah well, ditto.

>>What would it take for you to believe me?

                Jake sighs, because they’ve gone around this in circles once already, PinballWizard sending a new photo which Jake is pretty certain is simply stolen from the deep recess of the internet, somewhere like Pinterest or something. And sure enough another photo comes through and it’s definitely a candid shot, the stubble isn’t something he’s used to seeing in pictures, just the moustache, which he’d grown for a part and then found he liked it enough to keep it. Jake’s glad, he’s a fan of the moustache for sure. It does disappear for some parts, but Jake is always relieved when he sees it growing back. This photo though has an almost beard, and not a closely trimmed one, patchy in places and he wonders if maybe PinballWizard actually has access to Bradley Bradshaw’s private Instagram account or something.

>>You just grabbed that off the internet. It’s fine. Whatever.  Don’t send me a proper photo. You’re probably some pot-bellied guy in his 50s living in his parent’s basement mending your little machines…

                He knows he’s being an asshole, but he’s hoping to provoke him into at least something real. Knows what he’s typed out is at least half lies, PinballWizard talked about his friends too easily to make Jake think that they weren’t real, and he’d have to live with other people given the cost of rent. Then his phone chimes and the next photo that comes through makes him choke and cough, because holy shit, definitely not pot-bellied or in his 50s. There’s no face this time, but written on a piece of paper, very clearly, is Fuck you Brad2lover andif he’s not mistaken it looks like the guy is trying to give him the finger. His arms are nicely muscled, and his stomach is flat and there’s a hint of abs and he doesn’t think PinballWizard is even flexing. Holy shit.

>>Holy shit PW, why are you lying about who you are when you have a body like that?

>>Not lying, but you won’t believe me so we’ll just have to agree to disagree.

>>Damn you’re stubborn.

>>Yeah.

>>With good reason.

>>So are you.

                Jake laughs and shrugs, despite the fact that no one can see him.

>>My name’s Jake.

>>Share your name at least.

>>Call me Brad.

                Jake rolls his eyes.

>>Fine.

>>Brad it is.

…            …            …

                “Your flyboy checks out,” Ron says, taking a sip of coffee and Bradley looks up.

                “What?”

                “I did a background check. Plus I asked Ice to have a look. He’s squeaky clean.”

                “I didn’t ask you to do that,” Bradley states, even though he understand the necessity of it, he doesn’t have to like it.

                “No, you didn’t. You shouldn’t have to because it’s part of my job and I’m not letting your delicate sensibilities of wanting to find out about the person organically put you at risk again.”

                “Yeah. Fine,” Bradley says with a sigh.

                “I’m not telling you anything else. Just… you can trust him. Open up and share things.”

                “Well, he doesn’t believe it’s me he’s talking to anyway, so it doesn’t even matter.”

                “Huh. That’s not a problem I thought we’d have.”

                “Yeah well. It’s the problem I have.”

                “You like him?”

                “Uncle Sli, it’s hard to like a guy who thinks I’m lying to him.”

                “Taking that out of the equation, do you like him?”

                “I’ve been talking to him every day all week.”

                “Am I meant to extrapolate my own answer from that?”

                “Fine. Yes. I like him. Happy now? He makes me laugh. I don’t think he’d care about the fame, if he actually believed it was me. But he doesn’t.”

                “Hmm,” Sli hums, his eyes narrowing and Bradley shakes his head.

                “No. I don’t know what you’re thinking, but the answer is no.”

                “I wasn’t going to do anything.”

                “Do? Maybe not. But you can’t say anything either. Not to Mav, and not to Ice.”

                “Well, too late. Ice already knows, because he wanted to know why I was asking.”

                “Of course he did,” Bradley says, rubbing his forehead. God. This is going to turn into a huge mess. Maybe he should just cut his losses and stop chatting with Jake. “Please tell me you haven’t mentioned it to Mav at least…”

                “Nope. I haven’t. But you really want me keeping secrets from my husband?”

                “I want you to remember who pays you and that you’ve got a confidentiality clause you’re meant to stick to.”

                “You know very well he’s exempt…”

                Bradley sighs, because he’s right, because Mav decreed that he should know everything. Which of course has led to Bradley trying to keep even the smallest thing from him, and Ice lording it over him if he ever finds out something first.

                “Please. Don’t share anything with him. There not yet anything to share. He has no self-control, so please don’t tempt him with it…”

                “You know him so well.”

                “My whole life,” Bradley mutters, used to this refrain between them and prepares himself for the sappy rejoinder, ready to pull the face Sli expects him to make despite the fact that he wants what him and Mav have.

                “And the rest of mine.”

                “Gross. Go visit him. I’m not going anywhere.”

                “Don’t need to tell me twice.”

…            …            …

                Jake isn’t sure why he’s persisting with Brad, and he wonders if he should maybe do a little digging, but isn’t sure whether he can do about Bradley Bradshaw, or about Brad. He isn’t tech savvy enough to hack into anyone’s account, but he can ask harder to answer questions. Maybe see if he can get something concrete.

>>So, real talk.

>>Worst relationship?

>>Creepy stalker woman.

>>Any relationship that ends up having to involve the police is the worst.

>>Well shit, I was just going to say getting broken up with while deployed.

>>Yeah. That would suck.

>>Yeah. But still better than getting cheated on. Cause that sucks worse.

>>Ouch. Yeah. Been there too.

>>When did dating or finding someone get to be so hard?

>>I know my parents didn’t have it this hard.

                Bingo. Jake knows that Bradley Bradshaw is an orphan, his father dying when he was young and then his mom when he was a teenager. How has never been covered, questions deflected away carefully, but Brad is talking about his parents.

>>I mean, I can’t ask them, because they’re dead. But even my godfathers seem to have had it easier.

                Well shit, the guy clearly knows Bradley Bradshaw pretty well. Back to the drawing board it is.

[unknownperson246]

a/n: Okay can you do a fluff fic with Izzy Stradlin x female reader

She just gave birth to their daughter Layla and when they get home from the hospital the rest of gnr (Axl, Steven, duff, and slash) are all excited and waiting to meet her. I also want Izzy to be like super sweet dad and she’s got him wrapped around her finger

Layla:

Words: 684

Warnings: *fluff*

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You were in the hospital room with your newborn daughter Layla who was born at 5:00 am today. Even though she was just born she already resembled Izzy. She had his eyebrows, nose, and lips. She had your hair color. If you put Izzy and Layla side by side they looked the same. She was cooing in your arms. Izzy was mesmerized and fascinated by her. She had her little hat and gloves on. Once Izzy got to hold her he felt a feeling he’d never felt. Something got him protective of his newborn daughter when he held her in his arms for the first time. She was so sweet, so innocent so gentle. Izzy wanted to be there for her for any occasion in her life. Later on, when you were discharged you got home and put Layla in her crib. Weirdly enough she wasn’t a crier. You were worried she wasn’t crying much. She must have her father's mood and aura you think to yourself. You giggled at your thought. Izzy called Axl and let him know that Layla was born safely this morning. Axl called the rest of the guys and let them know. They were all so happy and excited they wanted to visit your small family to see how you were doing. 

“Babe, let me hold her, you just take care of yourself and rest. You have to recover from birth.” Izzy said, smiling as he gently rocked Layla, his new baby girl in his arms. 

He gently kissed your forehead and hand and he repeated the same with his daughter. He softly hummed a melody he was working on to Layla. Soon enough there was a knock on the door. It was Axl Steven Slash and Duff. They all had bought something for Layla. Slash and Duff bought clothes. Steven and Axl had bought baby toys for Layla. 

They saw you resting on your bed and they didn’t want to disturb you because they knew how exhausted you were. Axl usually is all rowdy as were the rest of the guys but they knew they had to be careful and quiet with Layla. 

“What did you both name her?” Axl asked quietly to Izzy. 

“Her name is Layla,” Izzy said with a proud smile. 

“Hi Layla,” Slash said, holding Layla's tiny hand. 

“Can I hold her?” Duff asked.

Duff himself was expecting a daughter with his girlfriend Susan. 

“Sure. Make sure to support her head” Izzy said gently handing Layla to Duff. 

“You all get a turn holding her if you want,” Izzy said.

Layla cooed softly.

“She looks so much like you, Izzy,” Steven says, comparing Layla and Izzy. 

“Yep, my genes took over,” Izzy said proudly.

“Hey maybe My daughter and your daughter will be best friends” Duff giggled looking down at Layla and then Izzy. 

“I want to hold her,” Steven said.

“Sure. Hold her the same way Duff held her. 

“Yeah,” Steven said gently, grabbing Layla and cradling her in his arms. She could sense Steven’s voice and she giggled. 

“Holy shit she just giggled,” Steven said surprised.

“Wow I didn’t even know newborns could giggle,” Slash said. 

“I wanna hold Layla,” Axl said. 

Axl didn’t seem like the type of guy to want kids. The truth is he wanted kids of his own so badly. He longed for kids but that didn’t end up happening for him yet. Steven passed Layla to Axl and he felt a sense of awe wash over him. She watched Axl with her eyes and smiled quickly. Even though she was just born she felt safe in everyone’s arms. Slash was next and he held on for dear life. He was clumsy and he didn’t want to hurt Layla so he made sure to sit while holding her.

“She is so tiny. Damn, I wonder what my kids are going to look like” Slash said giggling. 

Layla was passed down to Izzy. Layla had him wrapped around his finger. Layla felt so much love as a newborn. She already had everyone’s affection before she was even born. 

[redlightofdawn]

Sexting gone wild

I'm still trying to work out exactly where I want to go with this, but this closed so nicely at 400 words I figured I'd share.

TimKon, Tim PoV, NSFW. Tim met a guy online and it is making him stupid.

It is, without a doubt, the single stupidest thing Tim had ever done.

And Tim had decided to become a vigilante at thirteen despite having no super powers nor even a particular inclination, be it behavioral or physiological, towards physical activities. He was pretty intimate with stupid.

But sending nudes to a nameless person who he’d  randomly met online while arguing in the comments section of a review of the new Wendy the Werewolf Stalker reboot, of all things, took the cake. Especially when he was using his real, personal phone to do so. 

With his luck, it was probably someone from his rogue’s gallery. Or Bruce’s. Could be freaking Ra’s al Ghul, the creep, for all he knew, though he doubted Ra’s had thighs like DartDoneDirty’s under those green robes.

But Tim was too horny to care after a day of teasing and edging himself. 

And the pictures Dart had sent him during that time. Holy shit that guy was shameless - and with good reason. The guy was built enough to impress even Tim and had a solid cock, with a pair of very nice balls to go with it. His forearms were nice and hairy, with large, strong hands, and his legs looked like the juiciest three trunks Tim had ever seen. Dude even had actually nice feet, it was absolutely unfair.

Tim had never seen his face, of course. But there wasn’t much that could be going on there that would detract from the rest, in his opinion. 

Besides - and that was the worst part of this whole mess - Dart wasn’t just hot. He had the audacity to be funny and interested in similar things to Tim. Even if his opinions on Wendy’s and Seraph’s season two arc were trash.

And the things Dart wrote should be illegal. Probably were illegal in many places. 

But all that flew out of Tim’s head the moment his back hit the closed door of his apartment.

Home, finally.

Home meant he got to shove his pants down and then stick a hand inside his boxers to cup himself. Fuck, his dick had been hard on and off so often that day that it legitimately hurt now. Tim couldn’t wait to get off.

But before he did, Tim scrambled to get his phone in hand in order to take a picture of himself to send Dart.

proud of what you’ve done?

[turcott3]

goes without saying

matt rempe x fem! reader

warnings?: cursing, fluff, talks of anxiety, kissing

masterlist

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“thanks mom.” you say hopping out of the car.

“now let’s hope he shows up huh?” she teases, waving to you as you walked to your ballet studio. it was being your boyfriend to class day, except you didn’t have a boyfriend. so you invited the next best thing, your highschool best guy friend. whom you’d also had a major crush on for the last few years.

you asked him to come, which he agreed, but said he’d have to come straight after his post practice shower and who knows how long that could be. and he was your ride home.

you stood awkwardly in class as everyone chatted with their boyfriends, one of your class friends included. you checked your apple watch a few times hoping for a text or something and your anxiety only grew as you got nothing. a few minutes later class had begun and you sighed. knowing you’d have to be standing in the back practicing something else, since this week was all about lifts for big performances, being in class was almost something you dreaded these days. ballet being something you love while also tearing you apart. you began warm ups at the barre as normal, still holding out hope that he would come. you continued your warm up, making it all the way through barre and out into center, eventually accepting that he wasn’t gonna show, before the door creeped open, matt peering in to make sure he was in the right place, smiling once his eyes landed on you.

“so sorry i’m late ma’am, lot of traffic.” he smiles at your teacher as he joins you by your side.

“i heard you play hockey? and you were coming here after practice.”

“yes maam.”

“well good, means you’re still nice and warm. when did you two get together, i feel like i’ve never seen you together.” she teases, him taking it extremely well as he dropped an arm over your shoulder.

“well, i don’t really think there’s a date, we were friends and then suddenly we just knew we were more than that. and now here we are.” he replies and your heart jolts in your chest.

he made up that lie on the spot, to spare you the embarrassment. you shook it off knowing you were never actually more than that, even if you maybe have thought at some points you were.

“thank you for coming, i was so nervous to be the only person without a partner.”

“come on y/n, i told you i’d be here. i’ll always show up.” he giggles.

“alright now that we have everyone we can begin our simple lifts.” your teacher states. you were nervous because you had never done partner lifts before, and matt is 6 foot 7.

“oooooh i’m lifting you.” he teases.

“i’ve never done lifts before, im scared.”

“you know i’d never drop you.”

“i know, i know.” you said grabbing comfortably on his arm.

this class was not going to help your feelings toward him at all. you’ve had a crush on him for quite sometime and now he’s gonna have his hands planted on you for at least the next hour. the two of you stood and listened, soaking in the instructions of a simple lift. simply picking you up and holding your chest in line with his forehead, to get a feel for how the rest of class will go.

with ease, he picks you up, chest to eye level.

“don’t be looking.” you smile.

“i am respectfully looking because your black leotard is all i can see.” he says, practically feeling the vibrations of his voice on your ribcage.

“now if you’re feeling frisky, hold her up higher.” you teacher suggests, matt instantly boosting you up above his head like simba in the lion king.

“holy shit.” you yelp, grabbing harshly onto his arms.

“relax, everything is gonna be fine.” he giggles, bringing you to him as he brought you back down, standing flush against his chest.

“alright now let’s try holding her above your head like you’ve just done, but with her in arabesque. your one hand will grab hold of her thigh and the other on the hip somewhere between the bottom of her ribcage and her hip bone.” your teacher says.

“which leg do you like?” he asks, asking great questions.

“right.” you said, lifting your right leg off the ground, his hand softly cupping underneath.

“this feel okay?” he asks, referring to the hand holding your inner thigh.

“yes, it feels good.” you nod as he places his other hand on your hip.

“okay, are you ready?” he asks and you agree, him steadily lifting you off the ground. you found yourself in the position high above his head, adjusting your position to be more comfortable. you began to shake in discomfort, him dropping you slightly but instantly catching you, a giggle leaving his lips as the teachers voice rose again, his arm placing delicately around your waist, his hand rested gently on your hip. in response, you rested your hand on top of his, giving his hand a light squeeze.

by the time class was nearly over, you became more comfortable with him picking you up. the last lift you tried being the riskiest, you still trusted him, catching you every time you began to fall.

this class was not helping your case.

“now let’s come center for reverence.” your teacher says, matt placing you carefully back on the floor.

“i am not graceful at all.” he mumbles as you both followed her curtsy.

“this is why you don’t do ballet matt.” you giggle, concluding your class. matt began to walk away before you grabbed his hand, pulling you up close to the teacher and thanking her.

“oh uh, thank you for having me maam, i had a lot of fun.”

“well thank you for coming! i don’t think i’ve ever seen y/n smile this much during class. keep it up matt, you seem to be good for her.” she smiles, thank you both for attending before you exit the building out to matt’s car.

“im sorry again for being late.” he says, taking your bag from you and tossing it in his back seat.”

“it’s okay, i’m just glad you came.” you replied as you both sat in his car.

“i had a lot of fun.” he smiles.

“you know, you didn’t have to lie to her about us being together. you didn’t have to spare my embarrassment.”

“well i said it because i wanted to, not just to spare you.” he says pulling out of the parking lot.

“what do you- what do you mean?” you ask, spiraling.

“i guess that was me trying to make it known that i really fucking like you, and i was excited when you asked me to come do this with you.” he replies. you reach for his hand that rested on his thigh and moved it to your lap, intertwining your fingers as you smiled to yourself, his thumb brushing softly back and forth on the back of your hand.

“i like you a lot too matt.” you say, looking at his perfect side profile.

“glad we’re in the same page.” he giggles, bringing your conjoined hands to his lips, pressing a sweet kiss to the back of your hand. a blush burned on your face as he returned your hands to yourself lap.

“what a relief.” you giggle, giving his hand a little squeeze which he returned.

“do you really not ever smile that much in class?” he asks genuinely.

“well not really, i don’t really feel as close to my classmates and stuff. i don’t know, it’s stupid.”

“no no y/n, it’s not stupid. i get it. well if you want, and if you can, how about i come pick you up after your class every week and i take us out to eat? yeah? anything to keep you smiling.” he offers kindly.

“i mean, that would definitely be okay with me.” you reply.

everything he was doing made your heart leap in your chest, knowing now how much he really cared for you.

“do you wanna come over?” you ask abruptly.

“like tonight?” he asks, pulling to a stop at the restaurant you’d agreed to eat at the day prior, it being both of your favorite restaurant.

“yeah, like do you wanna stay over? listen i’m trying to be bold, i don’t really know if it’s working.” you giggle nervously. smoothly, he closes the gap between you, pressing a soft kiss to your lips.

“it’s working.” he smiles, pecking your lips one more time before you both get out of the car.

you spent the dinner gushing over each other, adoring how much he spoke lovingly of his family. the closer you got, the more your feelings grew for the boy.

“matt you don’t have to pay for me.” you say lowly, the server asking how to do the check.

“i’m paying for it, sorry for the confusion maam.” he says to the server, turning his head back to you as he walked away.

“why are you paying for me?” you ask sternly.

“because this is a date isn’t it? it wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me to not pay.” he giggles, signaling for you to take his hands in the table, much to your dismay, you found your hands rested in his large ones.

“let me take care of you. i know you aren’t doing the best right now y/n. i may be a man, but i’m not blind, especially when i see a girl i really fucking care about struggling, okay?” he says firmly, sighing with contentment as he finished his sentence.

“okay.” you reply softly, letting go of his hands as the server returned with the check.

-

“you really are letting this thing get to you huh?” he asks as you lay on his chest, tracing circles on his skin as you cuddled innocently, both in your pajamas ready to sleep for the night.

“yeah i guess i am.” you reply, telling him about how torn you were about ballet.

“well how about this, you tell me when your next performance is, i will be there front row to watch you. i want you to keep going pretty girl, i just know you’re incredible. i wanna help you.” he says, running his gentle fingers up and down your back.

“thank you matt. i think just from class today that’s a big stride.” you giggle.

“i hope so.”

“anyways, why don’t we talk about something other than me before we go to sleep.”

“well why would i want to, i could listen to it all day.” he teases, a hint of genuineness behind his teasing tone.

“no, it’s selfish.” you giggle. the two of you spent the rest of the night talking about hockey, giggling over your favorite movies and shows and him listening to your college gossip. all stuff he didn’t know about but loved to hear anyway.

“i think it’s about time we go to sleep y/n.” he giggles after hours of chatting lovingly with you.

“yeah i guess your right.”

“but i can’t let you go to sleep like this.” he replies and you cock your eyebrow. he pulls himself away from you, laying on his side to face you.

“i have a question.” he says and your stomach drops.

“okay?”

“would you wanna maybe fall asleep tonight and wake up tomorrow, and like maybe spend forever and more as my girlfriend?” he smiles slowly as the words left his lips.

“yes matt, i would love to.” you giggle, your hands cupping his cheeks.

“sorry if that was tacky, i didn’t wanna be basic.” he giggles, pulling you toward him.

“it was perfect, thank you m’love.” you say pulling his lips to yours anxiously.

“anytime. now you better keep a smile on your face from now on, and i mean it. if you have any problems just come to me, you know i would never in a million years judge you, and also, i would love to come to ballet class again, it was a lot of fun.” he says resting his head on top of yours.

“i will matt, i promise you. and i will definitely let you know, who knows you may be the next big thing.”

“well i know i have a b-“

“now is not the time for a dirty joke asshole.” you giggle smacking him on the arm.

“i mean after all i AM just a man okay? dirty mind and all.” he scoffs.

“and it doesn’t change a single thing i feel for you.” you laugh as he kisses you one last time before you both drift off to sleep.

[writtenjewels]

Maternity Ward part 5

Part One, Part Two, Part Three, Part Four

“I know what you're doin',” Jason huffed, setting down the bag full of snacks. Penny turned her gaze away from the television to look at him, her expression amused.

“I'd hope so; you've been coachin' me through it for the past few hours.”

“Not this! You getting the doctor to go with me and buy snacks!”

“I was hungry,” Penny defended. She reached for the bag and started pulling out snacks. She didn't waste any time in tearing open a bag of chips and helping herself. Jason glared at her. Was she seriously going to play innocent? “You can have some, too,” Penny told him after swallowing down a few chips.

“Penn.” Jason growled her nickname through clenched teeth.

“What?” She licked the crumbs off her fingers.

“You know what! Don't make me fuckin' say it!”

“Will you fucking relax?” she sighed, rolling her eyes. “The fuck else was I supposed to do? It ain't like you were being subtle.” Jason's face went hot and he suddenly found it hard to breathe. He dropped into the bedside chair.

Maybe it wasn't that bad. Like he told Salim, Penny had known Jason since the day he was born. She probably picked up on something that clued him in. As hard as Jason was crushing on the doctor, he was confident he disguised it well enough.

“You're welcome,” Penny said cheerfully.

“Not like it matters,” he muttered.

“It won't hurt,” Penny argued, helping herself to more chips. “I don't think I've seen you like this. Not even when you were into what's-his-name in high school.”

Jason knew exactly who she meant. The last thing he wanted to do was be reminded of his pathetic high school crush on a cute, nerdy guy. One time he actually tripped over his own feet walking toward the guy. If this was even worse... Jesus Christ.

“I'm callin' Ben,” he decided.

“Why?” Penny frowned.

“'Cause if you're gonna mess in my love life, I'm messin' in yours.” He pulled out his cell phone and dialed the number before Penny could say another word. He didn't even have to wait a full ring before Ben picked up.

“Hello?”

“Your girlfriend's in labor,” Jason announced. There was silence on the other end. “Ben? Hello?”

“Sorry, I'm here,” the other man responded. “I... what?”

“Penny's in labor,” Jason repeated. “We're in the hospital right now. You ain't missed much yet, but you'd better hurry.”

“Holy shit,” Ben breathed out. “Okay. I'm headed out right now. Tell Penny I love her and I'll be there soon.” He hung up, probably so he could call the airport and book a flight. Jason repeated the message to Penny.

“Thanks.” She blew out a breath. “At least he'll miss the shitty part.”

“Lucky him,” Jason teased. Penny responded by throwing a bag of chips at his head. At least he succeeded in turning the conversation away from him and Salim.

Though it sure didn't stop him from thinking about it. How Salim made him laugh with those stupid jokes, how comfortable and ease he felt around the man after only knowing him a few hours, the way they teased each other. He could feel heat spread down his neck.

Almost as if she knew he needed the distraction, Penny went into another contraction. Jason coached her through it, and for a while didn't think about his growing feelings for the handsome doctor.

[tinydefector]

Laboratory logs 9

Word count: 3.1k

Warnings: talks of hook ups, trauma,

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When a ping comes through on Sunstreaker's Data pad it catches Traxies attention. "Who's that?" He asked. It makes Sunstreaker nearly curse, not wanting to have to explain his degenerate activities online about trying to figure out who's servos were wrapped seductively around the Ambassador in photos.

Sunstreaker vented sharply, as Traxies peered up with guileless curiosity. The last thing he wanted was to sully that gentle spark with the seamiest gutters of the infowebs.

"A-ah, it's nothing, just some glitched flyers sharing cheap smut on the network," he grunted, careful to angle the datapad away.

Traxies eyes Sunstreaker down. "Your in on the Forums about the human Ambassador aren't you" he asks, it makes Sunstreaker want to die a little on the inside.If Sunstreaker's circuits could short, he would have sparked stark raving mad right then.

He flailed aimlessly, grasping for any splinter of dignity. "I, err, that is - frag, how did you even know about that slagpit?!"

Traxies merely blinked, undaunted by Sunstreaker's inner turmoil. With an anguished groan, he covered his faceplate, vents heaving. "Frag it, don't look at me! I'm so slagged..."

Traxies give a slightly unamused look. "Sunny I'm not a sparkling, I have access to the holo as well, but mechs aren't exactly subtle about it in the bar. Last time I was there all I could hear was Brainstorm talking about how soft the Ambassador looks" he explains still waiting for Sunstreaker to fess up over his activities.

Sunstreaker wanted to melt into a puddle of muck and shame. Of course raucous scrapheaps like Brainstorm wouldn't know tact if it slapped him. And why wouldn't Traxies have access to holonet? He wasn't a sparkling.

"Frag, I'm sorry Trax. You don't need to see me wallowing in that muck. I just..."

"It's okay, Sunny. We all have urges. But i am still going to judge you because really, mute that slag?"

Sunstreaker's vents hitched.

"Let me see, don't know a heap of Mechs but might be able to help you figure out who's In the holos" Traxies says scooting closer, rather interested in trying to help if he could.

Sunstreaker gaped, nearly short-circuiting all over again. "I-I dunno, Trax..." He stalled, torn between mortification and pleading. With a resigned groan, Sunstreaker powered his pad back up, scrolling meticulously through his storied collection.

"Alright, but keep those optics shielded if anything's too risqué, ya hear?" He grumbled, as if Traxies hadn't witnessed worse horrors in pit fights.

Traxies rolls his optics before focusing on the image optics studying the servos. It takes him a few kliks and then he's trying desperately not to laugh, he knew those servos way too well from the Grey and white paint marks that stain the inside of the palm. “Holy Shit!” he wheezes.

Sunstreaker bristled as Traxies' profanities, optics darting between pads with dawning horror. "Well don't leave me hanging, you little fragger!" He sputtered, unable to keep anticipation from tinging his own fields. "Who in the rusting Pits is it??"

Traxies finally broke, chortling helplessly as coolant bubbled from his optics. "I-I'm sorry! But those marks- haha, they're unmistakable! You'd have to be glitched not to know-"

He gasped air through his vents, wiping his faceplate. "It's Ratchet!"

The name was a dagger straight through Sunstreaker's spark. Of all the mechs to find clutching to the Ambassador. His mouth worked soundlessly before a screech tore free. "That fragging hatchet?!"

"Well it's not really him, those are his old servos, the ones he replaced with Pharma's after the Delphi incident. So technically there's no mech there, but I know those servos too well, last I was told they were in the medbay unless some of the human crew have taken them." Traxies started going into detail over the servos, a slight tease in his voice.

Traxies chuckled, field pulsing teasing mirth. "You should see the look on your faceplate! Relax, Sunny, ambassador's having fun is all."

He huffed, struggling to regain some vestige of pride. "Ain't funny, you little scraplet. Do you have any idea how long I has been on the hunt to figure out who has been facing them?"

"Consider half the ship is probably on the same mech hunt as you right now doubt it. Think the only other mechs who'd know it's Ratchet's servos are Ratch himself, Drift and maybe First Aid " Traxies states. The means Sunstreaker knew more than the others.

He pulled the younger mech into a fond hug. "Thanks gremlin. Frag if I don't owe you one after this mess."

Traxies chuckled, curling close. “Yea, yea thank me another time, I don't wanna know the weird face ideas you have”

"What are you plotting Sunny?" He asked, shooting Sunstreaker a slight glance.

Sunstreaker attempted an innocent cant of his orbital ridges that fell pitifully flat against Traxies’ knowing field, he saw straight through him.

"Just thinking is all..." he rumbled, rubbing circles along Traxies' struts absently. "That flyer Luna seemed keen, and I know a night out would do you good to unwind."

Traxies tilted his head, uncertainty pulsing faint. "I don't know, Sunny..."

Sunstreaker gripped his servos reassuringly. "Let me handle the details. You just show up and give him a chance, yeah? Frag knows you could use a distraction." He nuzzled Traxies fondly. "Trust me. One date - if it's slag, you'll never hear me mention it again. Deal?"

"Why?, what do you get out of it?" Traxies asked while crossing his arms and staring Sunstreaker down. He slung an arm around Traxies, field pulsing fond mischief. "Alright, you caught me. Think of it as thanks for this." Optics gleamed, more cunning than innocence betrayed. "And maybe I got my own plans to chase down a certain fleshy. But I ain't about to drag you into my messes."

Traxies deserved escape from shadows that hung over him. Sunstreaker cradled his helm, meeting guileless blue with affection. "Humor me, yeah? Let me give you this much, at least."

Traxies grumbles lightly but eventually agrees. "Fine" he states before glaring again. "Don't you tell anyone I was the one who told you they are ratchets old servos tho!" The echo of laughter bounced from wall to wall as Sunstreaker threw his helm back in sheer delight.

"Primus below, can you imagine the look on Ratchet's face if he ever knew?!" He crowed, pulling Traxies into a playful noogie that earned sputtered protests.

It's a little while before Traxies eventually leaves Sunstreaker's room. He moves down the corridors quietly making his way towards the command deck in hopes of catching the Ambassador. Only for his optics to land on Megatron leaning against the wall outside of the office. "Oh, um.. hi?" His voice is rather quiet as he tries not to make too much contact with him. "Is.. is the ambassador in?" He asked softly.

Megatron loomed massive and silent, imposingly. Optics like molten metal flickered down to regard him. His field pulsed neutral, rather bored more than anything.

"The Ambassador is meeting with Starscream over our next trip back to Cybertron." He rumbled low, slow, filing each stuttered breath and flutter of plating. " I've not known you make social calls before." He cocked his helm.

Traxies sighs. "Just wanted to apologise to them for my fight over comm with Optimus, i'll come back when they are free" he explains quickly trying not to be around Megatron much without other mechs around. It's still hard for Traxies not to fear Megatron after all the years of fighting.

Megatron's engines rumbled deep in contemplation as something akin to pity stirred in his spark. His field pulsed gently as he knew, rumbling soft query. "Your sire yet fills your audials with tales of my 'evil', little spark? "

In a moment of either bravery or stupidity Traxies snaps back before he even has a chance to think. "He's not my Sire" his words come out more of a snarl than he would have liked it too. "I was around when you were on earth when you were hunting us, so forgive me if i don't enjoy being around you" he states sourly.

Megatron cocked a curious ridge, intrigued by this sudden flare of primal emotion through the placid field. clearly, tensions lay beneath this one, "what has Prime done to have his shadow looms large in your optics?"

In truth Traxies should have just walked off, ignored Megatron and made his way back to his room. But he wanted answers and Megatron would at least be honest about it. "Did you know Shockwave was my Sire?" It sounds rather accusatory coming from the smaller mech.

Metal screeched as Megatron reeled back, massive frame juddering with sheer force of words. At first he doesn't know if he should laugh or scoff. Shockwave - his most confidant advisor, the Decepticon cause's brilliant salvager of victory from ruin's brink secretly siring a sparkling?!. The blue speedster didn't look much like Shockwave but then again he didn't look much like Optimus either.

"Explain. Everything. Now."

That's how Traxies ended up sitting with Megatron explaining what Optimus had told him.

"So yea, Shockwave was my Sire and a human I accidentally put in the past before the fall of Cybertron was my carrier. Optimus told me the senate tortured him and turned him into what he is now" he sighs looking at the table still reeling over the situation himself.

It makes Megatron remember the photos of the senator with a fleshling and a little blue sparkling from on commlink. Putting the pieces together while Traxies continues to look at the table.

Megatron sat in stunned silence, So much lost that could never be reclaimed. So many lives shattered beyond all repair by madness and war unleashed without limit or care for collateral. It makes him realise the extent the war went.

His optics burned as he raised them to Traxies at last, this small speedster was nothing like the mech Megatron knew as his time as a war monger.

"Did you know him well as a Decepticon?, I only saw him a few glimpses while on earth while he served you. He scared me alot. Ratchet had to grab me when he focused on me once" Traxies curls in on himself more. Megatron pondered long moments, optic shutters flickering as memory files scrolled endless and vague. So much had changed since then. He didn't even know if Shockwave was still online.

"As a Decepticon, I knew him only as a brilliant, if chilling scientist." He rumbled at last. "Loyal to our movement, yet always...distant. Calculating. As if eons trapped within his own processors had leached all color from his spark."

Massive talons clenched and unclenched spasmodically. "I witnessed no gentleness in him. Only fixation on experiments that blended science with savagery."

His field pulsed faint disgust and darker, nameless grief. "That such a being could evolve from one who fought with spark and servo for the oppressed.."

Traxies deserved better lineage than madness and its remnants. How had Shockwave sired a bitlet this connected to emotions. But he remembers the Shockwave he knew wasn't the Shockwave that was before the Emputra and shadow play.

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Land on Cybertron had Tiny looking around in fascination. "I haven't seen this place in so long, it's changed a lot, feels almost sad being here" he says while standing beside Shockwave. The cliffside of Kaon wasn't home; he remembered the day he found Traxies. So much destruction had claimed the planet even if it was now being rebuilt. But what made him sader was the fact there was little to no flora anymore.

Shockwave observed Cybertron with a keen optic, the changes in the landscape and the scars of destruction that marred the once-glorious planet registering in his processor with a sense of detached analysis. The sight of Kaon's cliffside, a place that held memories both bitter and poignant, stirred a mix of emotions within the scientist as he surveyed the rebuilding efforts that were underway in the distance.

"Indeed, Cybertron has undergone significant transformation in the wake of the war and the rebuilding that followed," Shockwave remarked, his processor catalogued the changes.

"Our priority remains the same," Shockwave stated with a resolute tone, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "We must move soon, follow the leads i have found, and get in contact with some mechs who can help.” Shockwave can feel the sorrow of the area seeping into him, once this place was a place that filled Him with so much joy, now it felt like a husk, almost like he was.

"I don't know where to even start, nor where Orion would be after the war" Tiny state, the wind off the cliffs lift his cloak making it flutter in the wind as he continues to stare off into the distance.

"Optimus Prime, is currently residing in Iacon," Shockwave stated bluntly, as he provided the information to Tiny. "The aftermath of the war has seen Optimus Prime take up residence in Iacon, where he continues to play a significant role in the reconstruction efforts and the maintenance of peace on Cybertron," Shockwave continued, his gaze fixed on the horizon as he relayed the details to Tiny.

"We shall make our way to Iacon, where we may find further details that lead us to Traxies, and if we plan it right perhaps even to see the Prime himself" Shockwave declared. The mission to uncover what had happened to their sparkling and to bring closure to a chapter of their past and if Primus allowed for them to finally have their bitlet back.

"Why bring us to Kaon then, if Iacon is our goal?" Tiny asks, turning to face Shockwave.

"Kaon serves as a strategic diversion, a means to throw off any potential pursuers and ensure our movements remain undetected," Shockwave explained, his optic band narrowing slightly as he considered the tactical advantage of utilising the city's terrain for their purposes.

"By drawing attention to Kaon, we create a diversion that allows us to operate covertly and gather information without raising suspicion, it allows us access to the Grid runners, my calculations suggest they are 34% safe mode of Travel, less L be shot down flying into Iacon" Shockwave continued, his voice steady and composed.

"Always one step ahead aren't you?" It comes out as a tease. Shockwave's systems processed Tiny's teasing remark with a hint of amusement, his lovers playful tone eliciting a rare spark of lightheartedness in the scientist's otherwise analytical mind.

A faint flicker of warmth touched Shockwave's spark as he leaned down to scoop up Tiny, setting him on his shoulder with a gentle yet firm motion. The weight of Tiny on his shoulder felt oddly comforting, familiar.

"As the saying goes, 'knowledge is power'," Shockwave replied, his voice carrying a subtle undertone of amusement. The rhythm of their steps as they walked toward the ruins of Kaon.

"Well I guess let's get started in trying to find out kid" Tiny shoots back with the first proper smile. Shockwave's optic band brightened at the sight of Tiny's smile, a rare moment of genuine happiness that he wants so much to see more of with each smile it stirring a feeling of warmth and connection that had long been dormant within him.

"Indeed, let us begin our search," Shockwave replied, his voice tinged with a hint of satisfaction. "I have several contacts within the network of informants and operatives scattered across Cybertron," Shockwave began, listing off the names and affiliations of those who might possess valuable information regarding Traxies and Optimus Prime's whereabouts. "There is Soundwave, a master of surveillance and intelligence gathering, as well as Starscream, whose connections within the political landscape of Cybertron may prove useful in our search. If i can make contact with them"

"You're still in contact with Soundwave?" It's almost a surprise to him. He never got to meet Soundwave in person but Shockwave had talked very highly of him and his outlier abilities not to mention his skill with organising meetings within the senate mainly between Shockwave and Ratbat.

"Indeed, Soundwave has proven to be a valuable asset in operations, his abilities in communication and information retrieval unmatched by any other," Shockwave replied, his tone reverent as he spoke of the silent and efficient operative. The scientist's respect for Soundwave's talents ran deep.

"While our interactions have been primarily conducted through encrypted channels and discreet communications, Soundwave's tends to go silent rather often as to not be tracked down himself, we went our separate was after Megatron denounced the Decepticon cause" Shockwave continued, his voice carrying a note of admiration for the Decepticon operative's strategic acumen and unwavering loyalty.

“Who's Megatron?” Tiny asked as he leans against Shockwave's helm.

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"Tarn" Tesarus calls out while checking comms and radar. "We have a hit, Shockwave has been seen entering Cybertron's orbit over Kaon" Tesarus walks towards Tarn handing him a data pad with clear holos of Shockwave's alt mode flying through the sky.

His Optics scanning over the images with care. Shockwave, here on Cybertron once more... What could he possibly want after all this time? Tarn vents softly in thought. "Thank you for bringing this to me, Tesarus. Ready the others, we move out shortly." He pauses, looking back up at his large companion.

"It seems our dear scientist has some... explaining to do." With that, Tarn turns and heads for the flight deck, to prepare everything for another hunt. It wasnt often high profile mechs on the List came out of hiding. "What do you think he's doing?He hasn't been seen on Cybertron or anywhere since Megatron denounced the Decepticon cause "

Tarn pauses, considering Tesarus' question. Megatron and the events that followed his abandonment of the Decepticon cause were a sore point, one that still stirred buried anger in Tarn's core after all this time. "Who can say what machinations move within that calculating processor of his," Tarn replies carefully. "Shockwave always had his own agenda, even in the best of times. I doubt his return now bodes well..." He turns his masked faceplate back towards Tesarus. "When we find him, I intend to discover just what he's been plotting in exile all these vorns.” Tarn's optics glint darkly behind his mask. "Ready the ship. It is time we take in Shockwave."

Tesarus moves around before setting course for Cybertron. "Would you like to make an announcement?" He asks, optics flicking to Tarn. Tarn considers the question a moment. It had been some time since the Decepticons under his command had gathered as one. And with the return of the enigmatic Shockwave, surely they would all wish to be briefed. He nods to Tesarus. "Set a course, but slow our approach. I will gather the others in the briefing chamber."

‘just what have you been up to all this time?’ he thinks as he stalks off to begin preparations.

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[ninnihh]

Went to see violent night last night cause I had a free movie ticket that expires next week and I like david harbour but I really wasn't prepared for all that like damn the tatted up proper dad bod and manbun truly got me

[biawstenknight]

chappell roan should be allowed to hit people with hammers

[that-disabled-princess]

I think I just tasted what it feels like to be a straight white man.

My younger sibling forgot her lunch this morning, so I went to her school to drop it off. I was using my cane. When I got to the person behind the desk, she said, "It's nice of you to drop that off, despite slowing down a little."

And, okay. I've gotten this kind of thing enough times, and it gets both old and uncomfortable real fast. But instead of wallowing in the discomfort, I spit out the line I've practiced in the mirror a hundred times, the line I delivered in a light, conversational tone:

"That's not a very appropriate thing to comment on, now is it?"

And y'all would not believe how quickly her smile dropped. She was apologizing profusely, and I didn't say a word--just held my smile.

But. All the cards were in my hand now. It was her turn to feel uncomfortable. And oh, what a heady rush of power it was. I walked out of that school grinning like a maniac.

[marciliedonato]

So... Apparently UA s4 is a massive flop.... I'm not saying we need to start bullying* showrunners and writers and networks/streamers (*putting pressure on them to do right by beloved pieces of media with passionate fan bases so much so that they feel they'll get the guillotine if they do anything less than perfect and justice by the story/characters) but.... We need to start bullying showrunners and writers and networks/streamers again. These mfs have gotten too comfortable

[ancientbygone]

i didn’t do it, i didn’t do it for love; what did i do it for?

[sequel piece to kill the sparrow]

[harlowes-home]

Me: Oh look some older animated series someone posted in full for free on youtube I've never heard of. Oh it's got witches! Guess I'll give it a watch-

Me over 4 hours later: If I don't read every discworld book immediately I'm going to DIE.

[blubberingblobmonster]

me when episode 7 season 4 of lego monkie kid

[isthattetofrommesmerizer]

Bro...did you see the new just art vid?

...

Cause all I have to say is HOLY SHIT-

ahaha, well...

let's just say i did! and that i got very excited- ^^;