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bsdawgz · 3 months ago

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「 ✦ Please? ✦ 」 au! Bungo Stray Dogs: Atsushi Nakajima

a/n: been thinking about this for a while now, hope u enjoy!<3 mwah :*

genre: au! no abilities, college or grad school. da nasty w/ subby, camboy! atsushi 😏

content warning: f!reader. MDNI! male masturbation. atsushi typical low self-esteem ruminations + self-degradation (both in a kinky and non-kinky way). edging. online relationships (they’re twitter moots teehee).

summary: atsushi's always a good boy on camera, esp when he’s thinking about this one girl from his class ♡

– that girl is you… but of course, you don’t know that yet.

That light fixture. Those cedarwood floors. The white, speckled wall behind him. If you didn't know any better, you'd say this was one of your dorm rooms – but it couldn't be, right?

You're on your bed with your headphones on, blinds shuttered close, door locked. Your plush blanket is pulled up to your thighs. The room is dark, save for your phone screen, casting a glow on your face.

This is a private matter, after all.

"Is this thing on?"

In front of the camera is him, a mutual you've made from the n.sfw side of twitter, though this is the first time you're seeing his face of all things. He's unbelievably cute, in the most endearing sense of the word, with boyish features and a charming smile that makes you blush. "Hey guys," he says, and his voice sounds somewhat familiar, though you can't quite place your finger on where you might have heard it before. "I know it's been a while."

The numbers in his live go up by the second, chat animated now that he's active. His eyebrows scrunch together as he leans forward to read the comments. Most of them are already demanding he perform something lewd, but some of them surprisingly sweet, asking him how his day's been or complimenting him. He pays neither any mind – rather, his focus goes straight to you.

You almost jump as you hear him call out your username, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "Oh, it's you!" he says with a cheeky grin. "Everyone say hi and follow them too~"

Naturally, you've seen his nudes before – he's amassed quite a following on Twitter posting his body. In fact, you were shocked when he had decided to follow back someone like you, who only ever reposted content or mused online about what kind of things you'd like to have done to you.

So, having a big creator like him even know you exist – let alone mention you on his live – has your face flushed with heat.

Thank god he can't see you through the screen.

"ofc:)" you type, watching as his followers greet you in the chat.

Then, you hear him sigh and relax into his chair. He pushes back the sweep of silver bangs, fingers playing thoughtfully with the strings of his sweatshirt as he browses through the comments on his computer screen. Your eyes widen when he murmurs in a voice so innocent, "So... you wanna see me stroke it now?"

He sounds so damn innocent – he's definitely got that 'boy-next-door' act down, and you can see why his streams get so much attention. You've never watched a stream before, so he has you pulling your blanket over your head, totally embarrassed as his voice drops to a whisper. "Mm, well, I wanna..." he muses, and through your headphones, it feels almost like his breath is in your ear. You watch as he trails his hand lower, down to the waistband of his gray sweatpants. "Been thinking about it all day, actually."

The numbers in his livestream go up.

You can feel desire pooling between your thighs as he teases himself, as he traces the outline that's becoming more and more apparent through his sweats. He's gazing down at himself sensually, watching himself grow with these half-lidded eyes, lips parted slightly and curved in a lazy smile. There's something angelic about his face, however sinful it might be to think so. "Can I tell you guys a secret?" he asks sheepishly, and you can almost make out a faint blush on his cheeks as he glances away from the camera, fingers dancing around the lean muscle of his abdomen. "There's this girl in my lecture hall that I can't stop thinking about.

I really want her... Pretty pathetic of me, huh?"

The chat goes wild with comments. Some users sexually degrade him, calling him filthy names; others say they'd gladly swap places with his classmate. He glances at the screen briefly, swiping his tongue across his lips as he browses through before choosing a few users to respond to. "I know, I'm a bit of a loser for that," he says with a soft laugh. Then, in a more serious tone, he adds, "But really, I could never... just thinking about her, honestly... she's just so...

Ah, sh-shiit..."

Freeing himself from his boxers, you're met with the sight of it in all of its glory, tip leaking with precum and pulsing with need. His breath hitches in his throat when he first wraps his fingers around it. You hear him hiss from his own touch; he looks away shyly as he strokes it once, as he gathers the moisture on his hand and pumps it up and down. Then, clamping his other hand over his mouth, these soft, sweet moans fall delicately from his lips as he thrusts his hips up to meet his fist – as he strokes himself faster and faster.

Just as soon as you think he's about to cum...

"Nngh, f-fuck – ..." he seethes, letting go of himself completely.

Holding back what sounds like something between a moan and a sob, he buries his face into his elbow, stammering out curses in between ragged pants; you catch a glimpse of desperate eyes before he throws his head back, palming the oversensitive tip until his body's shaking, pleasuring himself in a way that makes his hips lurch forward, in a way that brings him so close to the edge that he's just about ready to fall apart. "So good... wanna... c-cum..."

– and the chat floods with messages instantly.

x69princess96x: 'don't' _daddywuvsu_: 'you haven't earned it' milf9_32193: 'no way!!! 🙄' user704829103: 'beg for it'

"Please–" He's so tense that you can almost feel it through the screen. "Please... please, please..."

Then, his eyes flash with something you've never seen before in someone before – pure, animalistic want as his eyebrows knit tightly, as his lips part in need, as he pleads for release –

and he's looking straight at the camera, so sickening sexy. "Please, need it…"

You find yourself aching in your core, clinging to your screen with widened eyes when suddenly, you hear your username unraveling from his lips. "How about you... You'd... you'd let me cum, right?"

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mayearies · 1 year ago

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✰ RECORD BOY

miles morales loves music but he loves you more. genre: fluff

warnings: rio and me are married (correction: every person with the last name 'morales' is married to me) a/n: dont come at me yes i know his birthday was a week ago but i had this idea and i just 😭 i had to write it plus i didnt give him a proper happy birthday so 😢 pretend i posted this on his actual birthday ALSO RIO CONTENT YAYAAYAYAY

one of maye's personal favorites :D

e1610 miles had been your boyfriend for a while, and today was his special day. you contemplated for a while what your gift would be for him. he was the best you've ever had. of course he deserved the best gift ever. sooner or later, the answer was given to you.

—you politely knocked on the door of the morales household with a box wrapped in wrapping paper and tied with a bow. specifically black and red, cause y'know. rio opened the door and a smile lit up on her face. not like the sarcastic one she had when she first met you.

"hi, hun. you here for miles?"

as you stepped in, the room smelled of vanilla and ink? weird combo, yeah? "mhm, just wanted to swing by and say a quick 'happy birthday' to him."

"oh, that's sweet. he's in his room. ¿quieres un cupcake?" "oh! n-no, gracias."

considering how often you visited miles, you tended to pick up some spanish from his mom, which she gladly taught you. rio treated you like you were a close friend, which made miles happy to say the least. "i see your spanish has improved."

"yeah, thanks ms. morales." "of course! you're special person in my son's life, i owe it to you."

♡ well, you thought that was a little too high of a praise. it felt like the morales' were givers. like if someone were to do something for them which they said was small or no big deal, they would take it to an extent. it's something you would think about time to time. nonetheless, they were grateful of how trusting you were.

you pushed the cracked door of miles' room and found him where he always was—at his desk drawing in his sketchbook with his headphones on, humming along. you wonder how hard you fell for him when you first met.

you tapped his shoulder lightly, disturbing his quote on quote singing, he smiled brightly when he saw you. "hey, love."

he engulfed you into a big hug. his shirt was cozy and he smelled sweet. "baby! you came!"

"of course i did! how could i miss your birthday?" "you missed valentines day-" "hush."

miles clearly eyed the box as you asked him how he was doing. he gave short answers and sometimes ask you to repeat what you said. you sighed with a playful smile, "you wanna know what's in the present, don't you?"

"yes pleaseee."

you two sat on his bed and miles gently untied the bow and ripped the wrapping paper. the look on his face once he saw what was inside was nothing short of surprise. you smiled as he looked over to you with a shocked face. "you're serious?"

"uh huh. happy birthday, spidey."

♡ you went down to the record store and bought roughly around half a hundred worth of albums. of course knowing miles loves music basically to death, you knew all of his favorite artists. tyler the creator, brent faiyaz, pinkpantheress, bryson tiller, sza, to name a few. you had to get him albums for his record player.

miles sighed and changed his tone into somewhat more whiney as he put his head on you lap. "noo, don't do this to me, amor. i can't accept these."

"too bad, accept them." "but i don't even use my record player anymore! i know you are not out here buying me $20 albums on vinyl, ma." "it's fine, i'll make back the money. and let's put that record player to good use, yeah?" "... god, i love you and your persistence. makes you hotter in my opinion." "that's cause i know what you like."

♡ you took him to the rooftop and danced with him until sunset where you just sang songs together. it was the best birthday miles had so far, spending it with his favorite person. that person used to be a stranger.

"happy birthday, my record boy♡"

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absurdthirst · 2 months ago

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One Night Possession {Dave York x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.6k

Warnings: Sex work, prostitution, oral sex (male receiving), vaginal fingering, protected sex, rough sex, thigh slapping, dirty talk, spitting, choking, death, haunting/possession

Comments: Picking you up on Halloween night for a little fun gives Dave more than he expected.

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Halloween is your favorite night of the year. The time where you feel like you are most yourself. The tall boots on your feet don’t even hurt, making your legs look long and the short skirt appear even shorter. Walking down the street, the witch’s hat perched on your head, you turn to watch a car approach and quickly adjust your tits in your shirt to make them appear to almost spill out. Smirking when the vehicle starts to slow down.

Dave pulls up next to you and puts his passenger side window down. You smirk and stride over, his dark eyes taking in your legs, dragging up to the short skirt, and his eyes linger over your cleavage when you bend into his car. You’re perfect. “Nice hat.” He smirks, clicking the button to unlock the door. You chuckle and reach for the handle, “thought I’d celebrate the holiday. I see you’re lacking an outfit.” You tut playfully and Dave turns his head to look at you once you’re in his car and the door is shut. “Not all monsters wear costumes.” He chuckles and your smirk falters a little. “You wanna come back to my hotel?” He asks, “I’ll pay for the night.”

You assess him carefully, being a pretty good judge of character in your line of work. He’s handsome and clean cut. Almost too clean, but you won’t mind that. It will be better than some of the men you entertain. “One thousand for the entire night.” You decide after a moment, sending him a small smirk. “It’s a popular night and I’d be losing money if I didn’t charge you that much.”

He nods, unable to disagree and he unlocks his car so you can get in. Once you’re in, he rolls the window up and smirks at you, “what’s your name, sweetheart?” He asks and you chuckle, “you can call me sweetheart, baby.” He nods and grins as he puts the car in drive and starts to head to the motel he’s been using during this op. It’s been a long mission to take down the man he needs to kill and he’s finally done it. He has one night here to not be suspicious and then he’s heading home. He wants to enjoy himself tonight. It is Halloween after all.

“So do I call you John?” You ask teasingly, shifting in the seat to watch him as he drives. He checks his mirrors often and you know that it’s not a cop thing, more of military training from the way he holds himself. “Fuck no.” Dave shakes his head, always hating that name. “The name you are going to scream tonight is Dave.” He tells you, making you smirk as you lean forward and rub his crotch. “That so, baby?” You coo, feeling him start to harden as you touch him.

Dave chuckles, “oh, you won’t be doubting my skills soon, little girl.” He smirks and reaches down to squeeze his cock with your hand under his. “I don’t know if you’ll be able to take me. I’m big. Thick. I’ll stretch your little cunt out.”

He is girthy. You snort and reach for his zipper. “I can take it.” You promise, reaching in to fumble with his boxers to pull his cock out while he is driving. You don’t normally engage in blow jobs until you’ve gotten paid and you’re in a room, but you’ll make an exception for him.

Dave chuckles, watching as you lower your head and your witches hat brushes the drivers side door. He smirks and caresses your neck, groaning when you take him into your mouth without a moment to spare. “Jesus. You’re cock hungry, aren’t you?” He asks roughly, trying to focus on the road.m

You hum, taking him deep, but he’s right. He will stretch you out and your cunt clenches at the thought. Your tongue laps around the head when you pull back and you push him deep again to swallow around his length.

“Shit. You’ve got a good mouth.” He hisses as he tightens his grip on the steering wheel. “Anyone would think you do this for a living.” He jokes and presses his foot to the accelerator a little harder. “Fuck baby.” He murmurs, twisting his hands over the wheel as you start to bob on his length.

You hear him start to sound breathless and you hum again. Enjoying the way that he’s enjoying himself. He’s telling dirty without degrading you and that’s a nice start. You don’t mind dirty talk; but it always turns you off when the first words out of a John’s mouth is ‘whore’.

You take him down your throat, a choked sound escaping you, and he hisses through his teeth. “Fuck. You feel so good. Worth every goddamn penny. Shit. So enthusiastic. You wanted to do this from the moment you saw me, didn’t you?” He asks, turning into the street where the motel is located.

You don’t pull off of him to answer. The real reason for your enthusiasm would surprise him and you don’t want to give up the game this early in the night. Instead, you press down even more, your lips stretched against the rough fabric of his pants.

He pants, letting go of the wheel so he can reach down and stroke your cheek, feeling how he stretches your skin and the way your jaw is wide as possible. “Shit. Feels so fucking good. You love this. You want me to fill your throat with my cum, sweetheart? You want to taste it?” He asks and you hum around him. He groans as he pulls into the parking lot and the space outside his room. Just as he slams the gear into park his cock twitches and he starts to cum down your throat.

You gasp and start to swallow. You had anticipated him lasting a little longer and you wonder when the last time he had a blowjob was. Swallowing down as much as you can until you have to pull back, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand and looking up at his wrecked expression.

He knows he should’ve lasted longer but Carol has been cold towards him and hasn’t sucked his cock in a while. He’s been pent up and that’s why he decided to seek a release tonight. Carol is taking the girls trick or treating so there’s plenty of time for him to enjoy himself before she calls him to say a cool goodnight. “Goddamn.” He mutters, reaching to cut the engine.

“I’m worth every penny.” You promise, winking at him before you look up at the motel he brought you to. It’s clean, decent, although it’s definitely not the Ritz. He is probably some mid-level salesman or management here in town for a few days and wanted some fun. Doesn’t matter to you. A girl’s gotta eat. “Take me to your room.”

He nods, opening his car door after tucking himself away and he doesn’t bother to open yours. He grabs the key and unlocks his room and the car beeps as it locks when you saunter over to him, smirking as you walk into the room past him and he inhales your perfume.

“Cozy.” You coo, looking around the neat room. This place might be lower budget, but they are clean. Smirking when you point to the bed, you lift a brow at him. “Have you touched yourself here, thinking about how you need to get laid?” You ask playfully, walking over and sitting down on the end and leaning back, displaying your body for him to look at.

He drags his eyes along your body, watching you as you kick your heels off, and he smirks, eying the witches hat. “Maybe. Was thinking about a nice tight pussy to push my cock into.” He hums and reaches up to start unbuttoning his shirt. “Money first or after?” He asks once his shirt is open.

“Show me the money.” You want to make sure he’s good for it first. But you can collect after you're done. You’ve actually never had anyone stiff you on a payment. Especially not someone who wanted an entire night.

He nods, reaching for his envelope of cash that he uses for ops. He never uses his card. He’s not a moron. He makes a show of counting the bills for you before he sets it down on the desk in the room. “One thousand.” He declares and you nod, “thanks, baby.” He smirks and his dark eyes drag over your body once more. “Now, I want to watch you strip. But keep the hat on.” He decides, wanting to be festive.

“Whatever you say, Dave.” You make a show of standing up and prop one heeled boot on the bed to start unzipping it. It will feel good to have the heels off for a little bit and you enjoy the way his dark eyes drink you in.

He watches you, his eyes darkening and he is happy to eye up your legs as you expose more of your body to his hungry eyes. “That’s it, sweetheart. I want a show.” He demands, reaching down to squeeze his cock through his pants.

It’s not an unheard of request, a lot of men like to watch. Instead of leering, his eyes are dark with want. He’s not even hard yet since he had just cum but you have a feeling he’s the going to fuck you multiple times tonight.

He watches you, eagerly, hungrily, as you start to strip down. It’s methodical. Like you’ve done it a thousand times before but it’s an intoxicatingly sexy sight that has him groaning softly, squeezing his soft cock once more through his pants as he kicks off his shoes.

When you get down to your thong and bra, you turn around and bend down, giving him a nice view of your ass as you peel them down. Then unclipping your bra and flinging it off so all you are wearing is the witch’s hat before you reveal your tits to him.

Dave chuckles at your display and smirks, reaching for you once you’re naked so he can drag you into his chest. “You have any rules on kissing?” He asks and you snort, “this isn’t Pretty Woman. Kiss me.” You demand and cup the back of his neck to drag him towards you just as he surges forward to press his lips to yours.

He’s a good kisser. A little rough, demanding, but you don’t mind. This is obviously a man who likes to be in control and his hands slide down to squeeze your ass harshly. Tongue tangling with yours until he bites your bottom lip.

His hands squeeze your flesh and he starts to harden against your hip. It’s been too long since he was this attracted to a woman. Carol hasn’t touched him for a while and he’s pent up. He wants to touch and be touched.

Your hands slide over his shoulders and you tangle your fingers into his short hair as you start to grind down on him. Rolling your hips and feeling him harden underneath you. Deepening the kiss even more as you pull him closer.

He groans into your mouth, his fingers digging into your ass, and his tongue slides against yours while his hands trail up your figure. He cups your tits, squeezing them, and he loves the way you moan when he pinches your nipples.

This man has a good set of hands on him. You moan for him again, it’s not practiced or put on, he’s drawing it out of you. “Dave.” You pull away from his lips and kiss down his throat. “What do you want to do to me?”

“I want you to sit there.” He says and his hand slides down your stomach until he’s cupping your cunt. He groans when he finds you’re wet. “You get wet for everyone?” He asks as he starts to stroke your clit with his fingers.

“No.” You admit breathlessly, moaning softly when he presses his fingers with the perfect amount of pressure. “Sucking your cock helped, but you are hot.”

Dave chuckles, continuing to work his fingers along your slit until he’s pushing two thick digits into you with a groan at how wet you are. “Fuck sweetheart. You’re so tight. Gonna feel so good around my cock.”

“Practice my kegals.” You tease and close your eyes when he curls his fingers deep inside you. “Your hands feel so good on me.”

He hums, shifting his wrist so he can press your thumb against your clit. “Gotta stretch you out.” He smirks and leans in to kiss along your jaw, “want to feel you cum so you’re nice and wet for me.”

It’s rare that a client cares about your pleasure so you roll your hips against his hand. “Oh fuck.” You whimper, closing your eyes and riding his fingers.

He watches you, loving the way your eyelashes flutter as you rock down onto his fingers. “That’s it, sweetheart. Look at you. So goddamn pretty like this. Keep going. Want you to soak my fingers.” His voice is rough and demanding as he drinks in the sight of you.

You rarely cum when you are with someone, so you appreciate his effort. It’s not that you can’t, they are just focused on the pleasure they pay you for and not your. Dave apparently gets enjoyment from others cumming. “I will.” You promise, grinding down even more.

He hums, watching you as you ride his digits and his cock twitches, hardening with each moan you let escape from your lips. “Good girl, sweetheart.” He murmurs, “take what you want. Then I promise I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t even remember it’s Halloween.”

You chuckle. “That’s a big promise.” You moan breathlessly. “I’m only allowed out to play on Halloween.” You tease, flicking your witch’s hat. You groan again and clench down around his fingers when he presses them deeper. “Fuck.”

“Come on baby. Soak my fingers.” He growls out his demand as he strokes your walls, curling his digits inside you and groaning at the way your thighs shake against his hand. “That’s it. Do it.” He demands, leaning in to nip your jaw.

You close your eyes and fall over the edge. Pleasure splintering through your body as you shake on his lap. Pouring over his fingers since you always have a lot of juices when you cum.

Dave groans at the way you soak his digits, working you through it and he withdraws his fingers. “Good girl. Now, hands and knees. I’m gonna fuck you.” He smirks as he admires the slick on his fingers and he stands up, using his sticky fingers to undo his pants.

“Yes sir.” You coo cheekily, your legs shaky as you shift onto your knees and turn to present your cunt to him. “You want to fuck me, Dave? Make me scream your name?” You ask, looking over your shoulder as you he pushes down his pants and underwear.

He reaches for his pants to grab his wallet, pulling out the condoms he keeps in there and he tosses two onto the bed while he opens the third, rolling it onto his hard cock before he starts to pump himself. His dark eyes admire your fluttering pussy as you present yourself to him. “Look at you. Fucking gagging for it. You haven’t been properly fucked for a while, have you? Been too used to piss ant losers who pump three times and cum.”

“Yessssss.” You admit, wiggling your hips at him and smirking at the cocky look on his face. He’s fucking sexy and he acts like he actually knows how to fuck. It will be a treat for Halloween if he does. “Need someone to wreck me. Make me sore.”

He kneels on the bed behind you, caressing your ass with his free hand as he positions his cock at your entrance, sliding through your folds until he pushes into you in one thrust. Your gasp makes him chuckle and he grabs your ass, squeezing it.

He feels so good inside you. His cock rubbing against your walls and stretching you out enough that there is a pinch of pain. “Fuck.” Your head drops between your shoulder blades and you push your stomach down to arch your back. “Feels good, baby.”

“Shit. Such a tight little pussy.” Dave murmurs, admiring the way you feel around his cock. His hand smacks your ass and he doesn’t give you another moment to adjust as he starts to rock into you.

“Dave.” You moan, enjoying the way that he immediately starts to fuck you. He doesn’t hesitate, doesn’t work up to a rhythm. He just pulls his hips back and starts to hammer into you. Your fingers clench around the sheets and you feel your body being pushed forward when he drives back into you.

He chuckles at your moan and smacks your ass cheek, working himself into your tight cunt over and over. His jaw is clenched and he’s pent up. The adrenaline of his completed op surges through him and he wants to lose the energy in your body.

“Give me more.” You beg. “I can take it.” You can tell that he is holding back, not fully unleashed and you want to see what he can do with your body.

He growls, rocking into you a little harder, his hips slamming into your ass and he loves the moan that escapes your lips. You want more, you want him to lose control and he is almost there. “Fuck. You’re so cock hungry, aren’t you?” He groans, bending over your body to palm your breast.

“Yes!” You always agree with your client but you do want him to wreck you. You feel like he might be the only one who could. You push your hips back and moan his name again.

He hisses, pinching your nipple and he slaps your tit, loving the way it shakes. “You’re so pliable. You’ll take whatever I give you.” He chuckles and turns his head to kiss your shoulder.

The sharp sting of the pinch and slap is directly opposite of the kiss. A paradox or perhaps more of a layer of the multi-faceted man who is currently in charge of your body.

His mind blurs to the chaos he lives in and he focuses on you. He pushes deep into your pussy over and over, loving the way you grind back against him while he presses another kiss to your shoulder.

You rock back as he fucks you, pushing him deeper. “God. Dave.” You pant. “It’s so good. Fuck, you are good. Your cock is so deep.”

He shifts to sit up, his hands finding your hips to keep you still as he starts to fuck you harder. He wants to wreck you. He wants you to be breathless and your heart pounding at the way he fucks you. The witches hat is crooked and it makes him chuckle as his hips slap against yours.

A low moan rolls out of you. Pushed out from the slapping of his hips against your ass and the piercing of his cock deep into your walls. It feels like he’s trying to bury his cock in your throat again and you love it.

Dave rocks into you, his jaw clenched as he focuses on fucking you hard and fast. He grunts through his nose and his fingers dig into your flesh, pulling you back onto him as he thrusts hard.

You whine and whimper, letting your sounds come out naturally and without any of the exaggerations that you might have used with others. You have a feeling he wouldn’t like that. Not that you have to fake with the harsh pace he’s plowing into you at.

Your whines make his cock twitch and he shifts his knees to adjust, chuckling when you cry out. “There it fucking is.” He smirks, knowing that he has no obligation to make a whore cum but he wants to hear your screams. He gets off on them.

Every time he punches deep from this new angle. He cock shreds up inside you and makes you continuously cry out. It feels incredible and every time you squeal, Dave growls and just seems to go that much harder.

Dave hisses when you clench around him and he’s desperate to hear you cum. He can be selfish, especially when he’s paying for sex, but for some reason, he wants to feel you clamp down on his cock. He wants to hear your scream of pleasure. He hears so many screams of fear, he wants to hear something sensual for a change.

It doesn’t take long for you to feel that desperate clenching in your stomach. Pushing you closer to cumming with every swing of his hips.

Dave can sense you’re close. The way your whines become incoherent and the moans that resembled his name have become rambles. Your walls flutter around his cock and he hisses when finally you clamp down on him and squeal, collapsing onto the bed. He follows you, working you through it until your whines become sensitive and he pulls out. “Roll over.” He commands, squeezing his cock.

Panting, you puff out a groan as you roll over onto your back. Facing Dave as he squeezes and strokes his cock. He looks darker, his face pinched in desire and his eyes are almost black as night. It makes your breath catch at how perfect he is and you spread your legs enticingly. “That all you got?” You tease.

He chuckles, “you ain’t seen nothing yet, sweetheart.” He promises as he shuffles closer so he can notch his cock at your entrance again before he pushes into you with a groan. “Fuck. You feel so good.” He hisses, fingers digging into your thighs and he pushes them back so he can sink deeper into you.

You lift your legs, feeling him start to push them back towards your chest. Obviously wanting to fold you over and fuck you into oblivion again. You whine at the angle, his cock pushing the breath out of you the next time he snaps his hips forward.

Your gasp makes him chuckle and he rocks into you, his hips pressing against your ass as you take what he gives you without a word of complaint. “That’s it. Shit. Look at you. Wrecked and I haven’t even gotten started.” He smirks, slapping your thigh.

You squeal, the slap hard enough that you feel the edges of a welt start to form. Normally you don’t allow a client to mark your body, but you are his for the night and him making you cum lets you give him a little more leeway.

“That’s it, baby. Take it.” He demands, slapping your thigh again and he lets go to push your body in half, his hand gripping your chin so he can surge forward to press his lips to yours, his tongue possessively sliding into your mouth.

You cry out, the sound muffled by his tongue and you feel him pulse inside you. Turned on by your sound so you give him more. Breathing them into his mouth as he completely possesses you.

His fingers dig into your jaw, keeping your mouth open, and he smirks as he pulls back. He pauses for a second as he spits into your mouth, “swallow.” He demands, dark eyes watching you as he fucks into you.

It’s filthy and you clench down around him as you swallow down his spit. Right now he is completely in control and dominating every aspect of your entire being. “Fuck.” You whine. “I’m g-gonna cum.”

He smirks, “do it. Wanna feel you again. Cum for me.” He demands, rocking into you a little harder. “I want to watch you.” He murmurs, nudging his nose against yours before he pulls back to look at you, “cum for me, sweetheart.”

Him giving you permission is all you need. A scream rips out of your throat as he pounds into you. Your juices coating his cock and soaking him while you shake and thrash under this man.

He loves feeling you cum and seeing it. It’s intoxicating and he can’t help but twitch inside you. “That’s it. Shit. So fucking tight.” He hisses, unable to hold back anymore and he thrusts a half dozen more times, grunting until he groans, cock twitching inside you as he fills the condom with his seed.

Tilting your head back, you close your eyes. Panting as you try to catch your breath while your cunt still flutters around his cock. “Fu-“ you catch your word when his hand slides up to your throat and he presses his lips to yours.

His other hand comes up to your neck, squeezing and you gasp into his mouth. “Dave.” Your choked cry of his name makes him chuckle and he leans back to look at you. “Sshhh. Don’t worry, baby. It’s all gonna be okay. Just look at me. I wanna see the life fade from your eyes.” He coos, squeezing harder.

Your eyes blow wide and you struggle against him, but he has you pinned down. His cock buried inside your body as he slowly chokes the life out of you. The last thing you see before your vision blurs and goes black is Dave’s eyes watching you.

He groans, unable to stop himself as he cums again, his cock softening as he twitches inside you while his hands squeeze your neck until you slacken beneath him. You’re dead. Your eyes glaze over and he chuckles, leaning in to kid you softly. “Thank you, baby.” He murmurs, caressing your cheek. You’ve been perfect. Exactly what he needed. He grips the base of his cock as he pulls out of you, wrapping up the condom to toss it in the trash can. He needs to deal with your body but for now, he’s going to shower and clean the room.

****

Slipping into bed next to Carol the next morning, Dave smirks to himself when she rolls over and gives him a sleepy-eyed smile. “Hey, honey.” She murmurs before she closes her eyes and goes back to sleep.

He pulls her close, breathing her in, and he knows the evilness that haunts him has been satiated with his latest kill. You are buried in the woods, no marker, and no one will miss you. The thousand dollars is back in his wallet and he can make love to his wife without wanting to choke her, hurt her. His demons are at bay. He sleeps for a bit until he’s ready to get up. When he wakes up, he goes to the bathroom for a pee and to get ready. He grabs his toothbrush and looks in the bathroom mirror when he starts to brush until he chokes on the toothpaste. He murmurs your name, spinning his head to see where you are, and turns back to the mirror.

Your eyes are black, completely black with none of the white showing, lips curved into a wicked smile. Looking possessed by a demon. “Don’t worry baby.” You coo, leaning in to hover over the edge of his shoulder. “I’ll be with you forever.” You promise.

His eyes widen and he shakes his head. Closing his eyes, he slaps his cheek as if he’s still asleep, but when he opens his eyes, you’re still in the mirror. “What the fuck?” He murmurs, gripping the edge of the sink. “I’ll be here forever.” You promise, black eyes burning into his and Dave swallows harshly when you say “I’ll be watching you.” Dave drops his toothbrush and stumbles from the bathroom, confused and scared of the image in the mirror. He thinks he’s dreaming but you’re right. Every time he looks in the mirror…you’re there.

#pedro pascal #dave york #dave york x reader #dave york x you #dave york x f!reader #dave york smut #dave york fanfiction #dave york imagine #halloween 2024

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bigcowboydyke · 1 year ago

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about your disability pride month post: is there anything important/significant you think people should take notes on when writing a character with an upper arm prosthetic? (like starting from the elbow if i phrased correctly)?

Yeah! I think the biggest is that you ought to consider first, esp if its an OC, your reasoning for making the character disabled- you wanna make sure you're not fetishizing or exploiting their disability to prop up abled characters. I've got a list of questions for authors to ask themselves along those lines that I can post or dm

Secondly, you have to consider what level of realism you wanna go with. If you have a character where, in universe, the prosthesis functions in exactly the way an arm does, you could just go with that if you want - it's the path of least resistance, right? BUT you ought to consider that most prostheses in media exist in that way AT THE EXPENSE of good representation of disability. Erasing disability or "curing" it with magical prostheses IS a form of ableism that is so pervasive it just goes unnoticed by most. I believe personally that disabled bodies are worth portraying well even when the creators of the source material did not do that. SO if you want to go with real well thought our representation, here are some common things I think authors and artists often miss (specifically as it pertains to upper limb prostheses):

1) I already said this, but seriously, I cannot emphasize enough that upper limb prosthetics ain't cheap and are usually uncomfortable. Your character, if they are poor, or even like middle class, won't have access to multiple high tech popular mechanics cover story type robo arms. Even if they did ...

2) Not all limb different folks use prosthetics! I personally have used multiple and I disliked them. I tried very hard to learn, but there are multiple requirements to be able to use each model and sometimes, a lot of times actually, limb different people - especially people without a hand or an arm function Better without prosthetics. Be aware in your art that limb different people are Whole. How you ask can somebody without an arm, say, do all that stuff?

3) Consider the idea of adaptation in your writing and art instead of relying only on magicking disability away with prosthetics. Disabled People live in a world full of barriers and tend to be Very creative about navigating it, adapting to our environment through just being a little clever about how we do things is the biggest way i see other people with upper limb differences interact with the world. There are three main ways that we go about this without prosthetics: Using adaptive equipment, Finding an alternate method, or as a last resort, asking for help.

Example 1: I have like 1.5 arms ok so obviously only 1 hand, and I need to clip my fingernails every once in a while. The obvious solution to me, while it may seem gross, is just to bite them off. Bad habit, but efficient. I could use those horrible little nail clippers, with my remaining stump and a little finagling but it takes forever. I could also get some adaptive nail clippers - they make great big handled ones for ppl that can't grab the little ones. Or, I could ask my partner to trim them, but I'm usually too proud to do that. Let disabled people have their flaws too lol!

Example 2: I love to rock climb. This is where adaptive equipment comes in. I could slip off a rock climbing wall pretty easily right? So bouldering (rock climbing without harnesses) is totally inaccessible to me. But if I go to a gym that has harnesses, then that's fine - they catch me if I fall and that's adaptive for me.

Adaptive equipment comes in many shapes and sizes and can be regular items repurposed.

3. If after all that you Must create art or write about an OC or preexisting character that uses upper limb prosthetics, consider that in general, limb different people's prosthetics are not equivalent to having two arms. Prosthetics are only practical for limb different people if they enhance your life or are useful in some way, however, getting one high tech enough to do that is unlikely because they are expensive. There are different groups, clinics, and charities that make lower cost options but they tend to be much lower tech than is depicted (and often are clunky). My first prosthetic was a long flat piece of metal, similar to a doctors tongue depressor, attached to a plaster cuff velcroed around my stump. The idea was that since I had a little bit of stump poking out, I could pin objects against the metal and it would work like a crab's pincers. It was okay, but I did accidentally smack many. Many. Things with it, including my own face and since it was metal, that was unpleasant. Obviously hindered more than helped. Also it did not look even remotely like a hand.

4. Which prosthetics you can get generally depend on what you got on you. Literally. Bodily. With upper limb prostheses, If you don't have an elbow or wrist, your options are almost exclusively limited to the pricier electric options that are both super futuristic, unavailable to many, and also like new car priced. Many of the manual, non-electric models depend on the ability to flex a wrist or elbow, so if you have those things are a little more accessible overall. It also matters whether you are born limb different like me, or if you are an amputee. Amputees are more likely to be candidates for prostheses than people like me because they have all those preexisting muscles and nerves for prosthetics that are higher tech and require surgical attachment Also prosthetics might be an easier learning curve, and more useful for somebody who has been abled bodied than it would be for somebody who never had that limb in the first place.

5. This is a little thing and ... Not to get too medical with it ( and neither should yall) but limb different people often have physical changes associated with lack of or loss of limb. If you do not have a limb, you are not going to be developing the muscles that are surrounding it in the way an a nondisabled person would. Again for example I have 1.5ish arms which means I've got plenty of stump on my "affected" limb. Even when I did Varsity sports and everything, I was never able to get beefy on that side. It is a pet peeve of mine that many people do not seem to get this - Most art I see of vash the stampede has him with two super beefy shoulders and like yeah i get it that's hot, but if hes got roughly the same amount of stump as me, he probably shouldn'tlook like that. Another thing in this vein is chronic pain is associated with limb loss and limb difference- I have it and its reasonable that any prosthetic user or nonprosthetic using limb different person is more likely to have it. Again these are little things but if you're looking to do good representation you need to consider that limb difference is not just a cool little stylistic choice to make a character look tough or what have you - limb loss and limb difference mean that that character will not only think differently than abled bodied people, but move differently, pose differently, have different routines and preferences than are ever represented in most media. Disability is not a style, and it's not a diagnosis, it's an identity. It's important above all to be respectful of that by letting go of centering able-bodied expectations and aesthetic in your art and writing. Hard to do but i believe in y'all!

Hope that helps! I've also got a bunch of links to go along with these points, if you want them lmk! I'm always happy to take asks about this stuff!

Tl;dr please consider making characters that don't use prosthetics, or don't use them excessively because it's more realistic, better representation, and makes me, a disabled dyke on the internet, really happy.

Lastly if y'all liked my advice and appreciate my time you are always welcome to tip me for it - my c*sh*pp is $neptunedrive

#cripple your art #disabled characters #vash the stampede #trigun #character design #disability justice

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pigidin · 6 months ago

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I know well it won't ever happen, but it'd be great if on FIRST (official) Hazbin (as a show, not a pilot) pride, Al's finally confirmed to be AROACE.

The rejection of Al's orientation in this fandom is crazy and I'm not speaking of fanon, but CANON.

I'm SO tired of people saying "but he was just confirmed to be asexual!", "but the moment with rosie!", "what amir said was incorrect and he apologized for it!", "what faustisse said isn't canon anymore!" COZ-

Viv literally heavily implied on one of the streams Al's aroace, saying:

Oh no, I'm going to destroy the ship. I can't say. I don't want to ruin the fun for everybody. That's why I've been very quiet on whether or not Al is aromantic.

If I give a real canon answer [..] I don't wanna ruin anyone's fun

She knows the CANON answer to that question but doesn't say it aloud coz the canon somehow ruins fanon fun.

I really don't get why viv was then so eager to give everyone right to do whatever the hell they want but never confirm Al as aroace in the same. damn. fear. to ruin shipper's fun. Like? Bro if you gave the opportunity to do everything why hide what will change nothing? People will still ship, people will still play with his orientation (which is valid as long as you're respectful), but you know what it will give instead? Damn REPRESENTATION, damn CONFIRMATION, the damn thing your show is supposed to give.

Not to be rude, but then Husk being pan is non-canon as well (that's faustisse who said he is). And then media literacy is dead once again coz it's obvious Rosie was talking about dating Charlie not bout Al f=cking her. I might sound like overreacting but it's viv herself who is the reason of the war.

Screw fanon, canon should be stated by you, as a creator, giving the canon answers, coz you provide the show, you provide the characters, you provide the plot and lore and you are the one who created the characters the way they are. You can't really affect what people do with them, how they interpret them and how they create stories of them, but you are responsible for giving clearly defined information especially if it plays part in representation of the repressed group of real people.

Coz having actual confirmed aromantic IS a big achievement for us. Forcing him into the closet and taking away the bits of rep we could have is, honestly, a highly unwise choice. Saying fanon is a wide playground on which canon can have minimum influence but never giving specific canon statements is just utterly hypocrite. Aaand hiding the fact that someone is meant to not have any relationships for the sake of fanon (which is somehow much more important than real-life issues of literal erasure of aromantics) is pretty aphobic ngl.

#pride #aromantic #asexual #asexual alastor #aromantic alastor #aroace alastor #hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel alastor #sorry if any of that came out as harsh or sth but ppl spreading misinfo on his CANON orientation just makes me so damn angry #this is a rage post lmao #my opinion on fanon ships isn't relevant here btw i'm talking about canon and canon only #also #i know well how much asexuals need their rep as well (i'm greyace myself and honestly CRAVE it more)#but al IS aromantic as well and whether you hc him as one or not it should NOT change the fact that in CANON he is actually both #happy aromantic day btw #<3 #I'm cery grateful that sb like al (very popular and awesome character) is aroace but the fact that creator herself is hiding this very fact #is kinda making me question everything

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marshallfan99 · 3 months ago

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Something's on my mind...

Hey guys! Marshall here! I know I haven't posted anything in a while now, sorry about that, been busy with life stuff...but I just had to talk about something that's been on my mind for a couple weeks now. A couple weeks ago, I discovered that another favorite childhood show of mine (and honestly, I still like it) has an adult fandom that is big enough to create an entire documentary about it. That show being Thomas the Tank Engine. This information has made me curious about how many teen/adult PAW Patrol fans are out there in the world. One day I would love to see about making something for all of us that's not a full-on documentary but just a YouTube video or something to showcase that PAW Patrol has older fans and (this one means the most to me as an autistic person who gets made fun of by even my own dad for having PAW Patrol as a special interest...and don't even get me started on the bullying I have faced just for carrying PAW Patrol merch around) to hopefully help normalize liking things that people our age "aren't supposed to like". I do have a YouTube channel with this same username "MarshallFan99" but I haven't posted anything to it because I had planned for it to just be a channel used for commenting on PAW Patrol stuff, but if I can collect interviews from the PAW Patrol fans here on Tumblr (as well as share my own story with this show of course), I might be able to compile them into a video of some sort about what PAW Patrol means to its older fans and how we all come together over our love for these adorable pups, as well as to showcase the different things we do in this community since we all contribute to the fandom in different ways (posting art, writing fanfiction, making analyses of various aspects of the show, making character analyses, giving thoughts and reviews on the latest episodes, sharing our merch collections, making character-specific appreciation posts, sharing headcanons...and that's not even all the stuff I've seen).

And yeah, I know the PAW X Project was made last year but that mostly focused on PAWTubers. I want to showcase the Tumblr side of things (as well as the types of things we do on here) since this is the largest community of older fans I've ever been part of, and it made me so happy to find it because I finally felt a sense of belonging. So I wanna make something that can bring us all together and help show people that there's nothing wrong with liking it, especially since it's clear the creators know that we exist since they make PAW Patrol t shirts specifically in adult sizes (I have two of them).

So I guess what I'm saying is, if you'd like to be part of something like this, just let me know and we can talk about what to do! If you're not comfortable with it, that's okay too! Just let me know either way! And if you know someone who might wanna be part of something like this, feel free to share this post with them!

Looking forward to getting responses and hopefully working with some of you on this project! And till next time, Marshall out!

#paw patrol #paw patrol teen/adult fandom #i wanna make something about our love for these adorable pups #marshall's musings #marshall talks

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 1 year ago

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Can I request Glitchy red being followed around by a Child NPC with Ice types who he defeated..and at that moment they gained sentience/snapped outta the NPC behavior and now..travels and follows him around bc they’re like “WOAHHH YOUR SO COOL!! :00 :3” and like chats up a storm and and see him as they’re idol and as a big brother figure and wants to be friends with him headcanons? He isn’t lonely anymore! :3

Awe yeah wholesome times <3

........

"I guess that's one way to break the ice!"

Although it may have been humorous to the player, Glitchy Red wasn't laughing at your post-battle line at all.

Nor did he feel any sort of victory in defeating you, one of the only NPCs with a functional Pokémon battle.

You did have some high-leveled ice types for such a young trainer class, but that just reminded him of how broken this game is...and how you really weren't any different from the others.

You were merely puppeteered by scripted dialogue, standing in the same place forever as you handed him his prize: a thousand pokedollars.

Yet he didn't wanna take them. He had millions in his inventory already, but it was all useless to him.

So he tries returning them to you, insisting that you deserved it more.

But you don't even react, instead repeating that same phrase over and over again.

"Take the damn money, kid. You need it more than me."

"I guess that's one way to break the ice!"

"I swear if you say that one more time..."

"I guess that's one way to-!"

"Shut up." In a small fit of frustration, Glitchy Red takes your hand and puts the money into your palm himself, fingers curling around it as he stares intensely at you with glowing eyes.

Yet his anger quickly subsides..and he wonders why tf he thought anything would be different with you.

He's just so lonely here and wishes somebody would wake up.

But after seeing you glitch, he steps back and thinks you're gonna disappear into oblivion thanks to him.

He turns away, not wanting to see it.

However he barely takes a few steps forward before he feels something grab the back of your shirt.

And it's...your hand????

"Red, it's you!! The champion!! Oh my gosh...what happened to this place? Why is everything so weird?"

He's stunned into complete silence, taking a moment to process the fact that someone must've heard him.....because you broke free of your programming!

He doesn't know how you did it or how he could've done it, but he's shocked as he watches you heal your Pokémon, bringing out the Cloyster, Dewgong, and Lapras he just defeated.

"Everyone! This is Red, and he's the coolest!! Can you believe we had a chance to fight him???" You whisper excitedly to your team, completely aware of the tall menacing glitchy man standing next to you.

Ever since then, you've been following him around the map, but mostly in Glitch City where you saw the same anomalies as him.

Yet you weren't have a total freakout or a crisis over it like he did....as you're too busy chatting about everything you admired about him.

And even though you have sentience now, you still retained your habit of using ice-related puns

He's certain you're mistaking his achievements for the actual Red's...or the version of himself in Gold that got casted as a "final boss" NPC.

However, you didn't seem aware of that. So who was he to crush your dreams?

Especially the dreams of the only other character in this cursed world that liked him and could talk to him?

Besides, being deemed a failure by his creators and basically left to rot took a toll on him....he never thought himself worthy of praise or positive attention.

Not even the words from NPCs helped, because he knew they were all scripted lines written into the game. They were empty.

But he believes yours 100% because you're alive and truly do mean them.

You wonder why he looked so angry all the time...and when he finally tells you the reason, he's afraid you're gonna run off scared.

Yet you hug him and promise to never leave his side.

That also makes him absolutely TERRIFIED of you possibly despawning/getting corrupted from touching him...

But nothing bad happens at all.

He may have shed a few tears after hugging you back, only to hide his face with his hat after letting you go....completely denying the fact he was crying.

Although he doesn't show it, he's genuinely happy not to be alone anymore and finds living here a little more bearable.

#clanask #anonymous #pokemon x reader #pokepasta x reader #glitchy red #child reader #platonic #headcanons

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chaifootsteps · 2 months ago

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Y'know, that clip from Family Guy, where Quagmire tells Brian why he hates him, kind of fits Viv. ⬇️ (just gotta change some words here and there)

You are the worst person I know. You constantly hit on your best friend's wife(screw over your friends), the man (they)pays for your food and rescued you from certain death(funded your youtube pilot, worked their butts off to get you where you are now), and this is how you repay him(them)? And to add insult to injury, you(go and talk about Ashley behind her back) defecate all over his yard. And you're such a sponge. You pay for nothing, you always say "Oh, I'll get you later," but later never comes. And what really bothers me, is you pretend you're this deep guy(woman) who loves women(LGBTQ+ people) for their souls when all you do is (relegate your LGBTQ+ characters down to stereotypes) date bimbos. Yeah, (some people make their LGBTQ ocs into stereotypes) I date women for their bodies, but at least (they're)I'm honest about it. (They)I don't buy them a copy of ("Sausage Party") "Catcher in the Rye" and then lecture them with some seventh grade interpretation of how (Seth Rogan) Holden Caulfield is some profound intellectual. He wasn't! He was a spoiled brat! And that's why you like him so much, he's you! God, you're pretentious! And you delude yourself by thinking you're some (savior of indie animation)great writer even though you're terrible. You know, I should've known(Gooseworx) Cheryl Tiegs didn't (draw) write me that (character) note. She would've(understood basic character design principles)known there's no "a" in the word "definite." And I think what I hate most about you is your textbook liberal agenda, how we should "legalize pot, man," how big business is crushing the underclass, how homelessness is the biggest tragedy in America. Well, what have you done to help? I work down at the soup kitchen, (Viv)Brian. Never seen you down there! You wanna help? Grab a ladle! And by the way, (being a well known indie creator)driving a Prius doesn't make you Jesus Christ! Oh, wait! You(probably) don't (know anything about)believe in Jesus Christ or any religion for that matter, because "religion is for idiots!" Well, who the hell are you to talk down to anyone? You failed (to make something good) college twice, which isn't nearly as bad as your failure as a (boss) father! How's (Erin) that son of yours you never see? But you know what? I could forgive all of that, all of it, if you weren't such a (hack) bore! That's the worst of it, (Vivienne)Brian. You're just a (bullying, narcissistic, talentless)big, sad, alcoholic (hack)bore.

File this one under asks that feel like cracking your back, in the best way.

#231a45 #vivziepop critical #viv stuff #actual blog post

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subtlelovers · 6 months ago

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How jjk people would cuddle!

Characters: Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Toge Inumaki, Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Choso Kamo, Ino Tamuka, Kento Nanami, Toji Fushiguro, Yuta Okkotsu, Ryomen Sukuna, Kokichi Muta (Meckamaru), Jogo.

Creator: This is all my opinion! If you have other ideas don't hesitate to let me know! And tell me if I should make more, maybe a girls version? All likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! (More to my reflection series is coming soon for those who are waiting for that)

Satoru Gojo

Would totally wanna surround you with his whole body, he would whine if you moved away or complained about it being too hot.

Totally plays with your hair while cuddling.

Suguru Geto

Bros the type of guy who would want your head to be BURIED in his chest, you can feel his heartbeat against your face and it's super comforting.

He would rub your back and squeeze you in his sleep, sometimes you woke up from it and would get angry at him for waking you. Though in all reality you didn't really mind it too much.

Toge Inumaki

If he could, he would definetely live with his face buried in your chest.

He loves head scratches or when you just play with his hair in general.

Loves your scent, +++If you wear perfume he notices and literally sniffs you.

Yuji Itadori

Bro is so touch deprived.

He would need to hold you, he loves it if you massage his shoulders like this.

Holding you in his arms is like a drug to him, his pproblems instantly vanish like that.

Megumi Fushiguro

I know he is emo, but he is OUR EMO

Kind of the same thing as with Suguru, he loves having you nuzzled against his chest.

He is definetely a side sleeper, he loves the smell of your hair so it gives him a perfect advantage.

Choso Kamo

Can't lie, he is definetely into the thighs. It's a free natural pillow, who wouldn't wanna rest their head there?

He would go crazy whenever you leaned down to kiss him, even a forehead kiss was enough to make him warm and fuzzy.

Ino Tamuka

Would always want you to feel protected by him 24/7, of course implying he would surround you like this.

You two would totally watch a movie together on his phone or something like this.

If you tried getting up he would either whine and complain about it or just pull you back to him.

Kento Nanami

He would come home from work, tired and ready for sleep. You would throw yourself around him.

He watches his phone or reads a book while playing with your hair, sometimes he will read out loud for you too.

Toji Fushiguro

He is very possesive, needs to hold you at all times whenever you're together.

It's that sense of protectiveness and dominance he constantly wants to give off.

Yuta Okkotsu

He would be a bit shy at first, not really know what to do with his hands, etc.

Eventually he would warm up and hold you close while saying sweet words to you.

Would pretend like nothing even though his arm feels like it's supposed to fall off.

Ryomen Sukuna

Don't get me wrong, he would totally be a cuddler. And a big spoon, though when he is going to sleep he prefers to be left untouched, leaving you to take the initiative if you wanted it so bad.

Would complain about being warm, and depending on how tired he is he would either leave it or push you off him while laughing at you for being small and weak (In a loving way)

Kokichi Muta (Meckamaru)

He would definetely have you in his lap, bombarding you with thousands of kisses despite you trying to get away

Definetely the type of guy to tickle you.

Would rub your back and whisper sweet words inn your ears.

Fuck Jogo...

If you miss anyone lmk that too^

#gojo satoru #geto suguru #yuji itadori #megumi fushiguro #nanami kento #toji fushiguro #ino takuma #mechamaru #kokichi muta #sukuna ryomen #jogo jjk #jjk #choso kamo #yuta okkotsu #toge inumaki #fluff

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oddp1ant · 12 days ago

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A handful of loose reflections I wanna put down before time moves on, things change etc

One, Viktor. The biggest thing I'm feeling right now is grief. We knew he was doomed from the start, to lose parts or all of himself, but seeing it happen still hurts. I was unsettled during act 1, feeling so much of him was already lost with little fanfare - would the narrative just move on? I'm actually mollified by this second death, seeing it delivered with narrative and emotional weight, even if we haven't gotten the (Jayce's) reasoning for it yet. Plus, I'm fairly confident we've yet to see his final evolution. So again, he was already (mostly) gone, but now it's like the narrative has acknowledged it, too. Even less will be left off him in his final form, but by god, I hope it's his wrath. If he's truly left an empty shell for the arcane I think I'll cry.

Second, Jayce. What the hell man. Explain yourself. Ngl I love him so much, seeing him get cut up with a chainsaw and apparently run through the arcane autoclave was oddly satisfying. Both him and Mel felt a bit, idk, like they'd gotten a PR treatment in arc 1? Like I love the "my place is here in the lab with you" and "Viktor will return to us" as much as the next guy but both of these characters have been very shitty to Viktor very recently and erasing that feels too cheap. I'm glad to see Jayce return to making Big Swings in the worst possible direction. I only wish he'd said something to Viktor before. Well. Y'know.

Speaking of Mel, I absolutely love the arc she's getting. Even just the fact that she's getting an independent arc, tbh. Most beautiful woman in the world is also magic? Gays stay winning.

And it feels almost redundant to mention but. The sister arc. Suffice to say I'm chewing drywall. The scene in the glow mushroom tunnel. Vander. Possible Vi Jinx Cait teamup in act 3. Love me some natural character/relationship development!!!!!!

Side note: love the ambiguity whether Vander is actually at least Vi's bio dad. Get it, you dog.

I'm not ready to talk about Isha.

Finally, I'm feeling a peculiar kind of melancholy for the diverse but largely congruent Divorce Era fanon that sprung up in between seasons - the visions of Machine Herald and Defender of Tomorrow built from an amalgamation of League and Arcane, making a shared space for creators to play in that has birthed some of my very favorite stories. It's been so, so much fun and I'm floored by how much of it was really founded in shared fandom interpretation and imagination. Now that Arcane canon has set out its own, unique direction, I wonder if this nebulous genre and its characters - a Machine Herald that is neither of League nor Arcane but all our own, the meeting and friction points between Jayces Giopara and Talis - will fade into the past, a weird limbo between the solid pillars of canon, or if its grounding in league lore will keep it alive.

- Honorable mention to the fics where arcane-adjacent and league-ish versions of jayvik meet and fuck absolutely nasty about it. You're the real ones. I could (and have, thank you to my very patient, non-fic reading friend) talk for hours about the complexity and depth of character explored in robotfucking timetravel porn. And none of it, not just the stories but the shared framework and subtext they're based upon, would exist without the beautiful minds of fans! Thank you ily.

#arcane #arcane spoilers #arcane season 2 #jayvik #divorce era #mywords #arcaneposting

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lcnleyisthemuse · 24 days ago

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First time for everything | Onlyfans creator!jake Webber

Pairing: onlyfans creator!jake Webber x onlyfans newcomer!reader

Warnings: smut finally, talk of public sex, sex being filmed, making out, fingering, talk of penetration being uncomfortable, clitoral stimulation, sex toys, slightly overstimulation, lmk if I missed anything

Word count: 2.6k

You were nervous beyond belief, you felt like your heart was going to beat out of your chest, or worse, find its way up your throat and out your mouth right onto the carpeted floor of Jake's bedroom. You started to question yourself why you agreed to do this. You were a newcomer on onlyfans, not many followers and not a lot to keep people interested. But when your friend, Jake, who was also an onlyfans creator but way more popular than you, offered to help you out, you for some reason agreed. Now you were starting to regret that.

You knew Jake followed you on onlyfans but you weren't sure if he'd actually seen your videos. They were shitty, home filmed videos with a shaky camera. You didn't have all the high tech shit jake had. You didn't have the money for it like he did. He had helped you create the account but that was about it. You complained to him about how you weren't doing well and he offered to help you out. You didn't know what that entailed but you could probably guess it involved sex somehow. And that meant he'd see you naked which made your stomach do flips.

You weren't going to lie and say you hadn't seen his videos. You had, hell, he even showed you some of them to ask you if they were good or not. And you never knew how to respond to that. You were watching your best friend jerk off on video while he sat right next to you. What the hell were you supposed to say? 'No, the videos bad because you're moaning weird' yeah, absolutely not. Instead you would just nod and say they looked good and that's about it. You were too timid to ask him how your videos were, despite having an onlyfans account, you were incredibly shy in real life. You didn't know how you were supposed to do this. You could back out at any time but part of you didn't want to.

Jake walked back into the room, holding his tripod. He wore a black tank top and grey sweat pants. He was so good looking it was crazy. His tattoos and muscles showing, it drove you crazy. But you'd never tell him that, that was a secret you'd take to your grave. Plus, you never wanted to make things awkward between the two of you, he saw this as work, as a friend helping a friend and nothing more. he sat the tripod down in front of the bed. "So, what were you thinking?" He asked as he grabbed his camera. What were you thinking? Absolutely nothing and everything at the same time. You had no ideas about what you wanted to film, you hadn't even thought about that. You were too busy thinking about jake and him seeing you naked and how he'd act like it was no big deal.

"Or are you even thinking?" Jake chuckled as he set up his camera. "That one," you giggled nervously. "You know, if you don't want to do this, we don't have to. I just wanna help you out in any way I can." Jake said as he set his camera on the tripod then sat next to you. "No! I totally want to! I'm just nervous." You said, smiling over at him. "I mean, I am too. I've never done a collab." He admitted. "But it should be easy, I mean it's just you and I." Jake shrugged. "Yeah, it should be easy." You said, shrugging slightly.

"So do you wanna get changed?" Jake asked, making you laugh and playfully hit his chest, "fuck off, you know I don't own lingerie." You giggled. "I know, I'm just fucking with you. Maybe next time I'll buy you lingerie. Oh! Or we could go film in like a dressing room. People love public stuff." Jake said. "I am not doing public stuff! That's- that's so dangerous! I prefer the comfort of my own home." You said, giggling. "Fine, fine, we can stick to a bed. I'm just saying, there's options." He chuckled, standing back up.

"Anyways, I have a plan in mind." Jake said, as he looked at his camera, setting it up to get the right angles. "Do tell," you said, sitting criss cross on the bed. "So we do like something soft and sweet. I mean that seems to be your vibe and I think my fans would enjoy seeing me being nice for once." Jake said as he stood beside the camera. "Oh so we do like cute sex? Like soft and slow?" You asked and he nodded. "I think it'll fit with your videos." He said and you nodded. "Sounds good to me." You smiled, still feeling nervous but the nerves were slowly starting to settle.

"So are you ready to get started?" He asked and you nodded in response with a smile. Jake smiled, switching the camera on to record. He pulled off his shirt, coming towards you. He put his hands on the bed, crawling towards you making you giggle. "So we're just getting right into it?" You said softly, with a soft nervous giggle. "Yeah, unless you had other plans," Jake said softly before kissing your jaw. You bit down on your bottom lip, letting your head fall back. His lips trailed down your neck, leaving soft, open mouthed kisses against your neck. You let out a soft whimper at the feeling. With every kiss, your nerves went away and you began to get into the groove of everything.

He gently grabbed your face, making you look at him before he kissed you gently. Your lips moved in sync as he slowly pushed you back to lay down and his lips followed yours. He used one hand to hold himself up and his other hand went to your waist, trailing under your shirt and up your side. You let out soft sighs as his lips moved back down to your neck. "How do you feel? Still nervous?" He asked against your skin before looking up at you. "You could tell I was nervous?" You asked, speaking softly. "I can read you like a book, y/n." He chuckled, his hand traveling up to your chest. He groped your chest, under your shirt making you bite down on your bottom lip. "You gonna be loud for me?" He asked, looking up at you through his lashes as he began to kiss down your clothed chest. Your breathing picked up, cheeks flushing red as you nodded. "Good girl," he muttered, making your heart flutter in your chest.

He sat back up, grabbing the waistband of your shorts. "I'm gonna take these off now, okay?" He said softly and you nodded in response. You sat up on your elbows to watch him as he pulled off your shorts and threw them to the side. "Cute panties," he chuckled, looking down at your white panties with little flower details. "Oh hush," you giggled, lying back down on your back. "Mhm, whatever," he chuckled, pushing your shirt up to show off your stomach. He began to kiss down the middle of your stomach, right over your clothed pussy. You gasped softly, feeling his lips against your clothed skin. He kissed back up your stomach and to your neck then to your lips. He deepened the kiss, gently biting down on your bottom lip making you whimper.

His free hand found its way between your legs, rubbing slow circles on your clothed clit making you moan softly. "I know you're a quiet girl, but you can be louder," Jake said, kissing your cheek. He rested his forehead against yours as his fingers rubbed your clothed clit. You spread your legs a bit more. You had almost completely forgotten about the camera, now just enjoying the time between the two of you. His hand left your heat for a second, placing his hand on your inner thigh and pushing your legs further open. He was a bit more focused on getting a good view for the camera.

He pushed your panties to the side, sliding his middle finger between your folds to gather wetness. "You're soaked, is that all for me?" He asked, loud enough for the camera to pick up on it. You nodded, biting down on your bottom lip. You whimpered as he pushed his middle finger into you. "Fuck, you're so tight." He said, you didn't respond, just closed your eyes trying to enjoy the moment. His finger stilled, "hey, look at me," he said softly, making you open your eyes. "You good? We can stop if you're uncomfortable." He said, speaking softly. "I'm okay, keep going." You responded, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Okay," he smiled, giving you a quick peck on the lips before moving his finger again.

He slowly pushed a second finger in, making you squirm slightly. "Gotta get you ready, baby. I don't wanna hurt that tight cunt." He said, he was definitely trying to put on a show for the camera, you could never see him saying that off camera. He curled his fingers and scissored them slightly to open you up. It was uncomfortable but you'd done uncomfortable things before for the camera. You had to put on a show. So, you moaned. It was soft but still a moan, you were trying to make it seem like it felt good, when in reality it just felt like, well, like you had two fingers shoved in you.

It wasn't Jake's fault, you knew that. You'd tried plenty of times to finger yourself, to ride a dildo, to have other people finger you but it never felt good. It just felt uncomfortable and like an intrusion. You moaned again, closing your eyes. You furrowed your eyebrows, trying to plan on when to moan to make it sound natural. You were overthinking it. It always got like this after a certain point. The foreplay was great, the kissing, the dirty talk, the clitoral stimulation, it was all good. When something went in side of you, that's when it became technical, thinking of when to moan, when to act like you were going to cum.

"I'm close," that was a straight up lie, you were no where near close, if anything you were far from it. Jake stopped, "no you're not," he chuckled. You opened your eyes, looking at him, confused. "No- no- I'm totally close." You tried to lie but Jake could tell. "You don't have to lie to me." Jake removed his fingers, sitting up. "Talk to me, what can I do to make it feel good?" He asked. Well that was a first, you always thought of filming as a job, never worried about making it feel good. "I-I don't know. It's fine, look just get back into it and like I'll act like I'm cumming. I'm really good at faking it." You said, giving him a forced smile.

Jake furrowed his brows, "Do you ever cum?" He asked. You sat up, shrugging, "No, but that's not the point. Filming is the point and if it looks and sounds good, that's what matters." You said, pulling your knees up to your chest. "Do you even like doing it?" He asked, looking at you concerned. You looked down, "it's a job." You shrugged. "I mean do you enjoy it?" You asked. Jake nodded, "Yeah, I do. I do it because I enjoy it. I wouldn't do it if I didn't enjoy it." Jake said. "Oh," you said softly, now feeling awkward.

You always thought Jake did this as a job, not because he actually enjoyed it. You did it because it was a job, you rarely, if ever, enjoyed it. Jake stood up, turning the camera off. "no, you don't have to do that, we can still make a video for your channel." You said, looking up at him. "I'm not going to continue filming what we're doing." Jake said as he got back on the bed. "But- but we're going to continue?" You asked. He nodded, "we're going to figure out what makes you feel good," he smirked, crawling back towards you.

"But what if nothing feels good?" You asked. "We'll find something. Here, let me see what I have," Jake said before standing back up. He went to his dresser, opening the top drawer. "How do you feel about vibrators?" He asked. "They make me cum too quickly," you sighed. "There's no such thing as cumming to quickly." Jake said as he pulled out a vibrator. He came back over to you, setting the toy on the bed beside you. He climbed back onto the bed, gently pushing you back to lay down on the bed. You laid back down, "okay, now let's see.." Jake said, bringing his lips to your neck, he was gentle with his open mouthed kisses. "How does this feel?" He asked as he paused the kisses. "Good," you said softly. He pushed up your shirt, exposing your chest to him. He kissed over your breasts before kissing down the center of your chest to your stomach before moving his body down between your legs. He gently pushed your legs open, grabbing the vibrator.

"Let's see how this feels," he said as he turned on the vibrator. He very gently placed the vibrator over your clothed clit. For the first time you moaned and it was a real moan. "Oh, so you like it, good to know." He chuckled. You let out a breathless giggle before moaning again. He moved the vibrator in small circles making your back arch. You placed a hand in his hair, tugging making him groan. "Fuck, you're a bit rough with your hands huh?" He chuckled, but didn't mind you tugging on his hair, he liked it. "Sorry- sorry," you whimpered, tugging his hair again making him moan softly. "Fuck, you keep doing that, I'm gonna cum in my pants." He groaned out, he was grinding down against the mattress.

"I'm close- fuck- I'm close," you moaned, throwing your head back. "I wanna try something, just hold on." He pulled the vibrator away making you whimper loudly and tug his hair. "Just give me a sec, baby." He said, pushing your panties to the side. He slid two fingers in, making you whine. He placed the vibrator back on your clit as he moved his fingers in and out of you. "Oh fuck-" you whined, head thrown back and back arched. You tugged his hair, clenching around his fingers. "Fuck, you are close." He moaned. You nodded in response, "fuck, can I- fuck- can I cum?" You asked, practically shaking under him. "Fuck yeah, cum for me." He groaned out, he wasn't going to admit that he was also close from the hair pulling and grinding against the mattress.

You came around his fingers, legs shaking and toes curling as you moaned out. "Fuck, fuck, fuck," you said repeatedly. Jake moaned as you pulled his hair particularly hard. He came in his pants and he didn't even care, it was so hot watching you cum around his fingers he couldn't care less about looking like an idiot with cum in his pants. He turned off the vibrator, tossing it to the side before leaning down. He laid his tongue down flat on your clit making you whine. "Sensitive," you whimpered, trying to push his head away. "I know, I know. I just want a taste." He said, pulling his fingers out and replacing them with his tongue. He moaned at the taste as you squirmed under him. Finally, he pulled away, licking his fingers. He crawled back up your body, kissing you deeply. You kissed back, wrapping your arms around his neck. When he pulled away, he laid down beside you as you cuddled into him. "Fuck, we're definitely doing that again. I gotta figure out what else makes you feel good," he said making you giggle. "Whatever you say," you said as you cuddled into him, kissing his cheek before closing your eyes.

#jake webber smut #jake webber x y/n #jake webber x you #smut jake webber #jake webber x reader #jake webber fanfic #jake webber imagine #jake webber #jake smut #smut

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thicccy-nuggs · 1 month ago

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I wanna say something for those of you out here defending streaming services in the case of The Edge of Sleep.

No. We dont know anything for sure. We dont know specifically what's happening and Mark legally cant tell us more than likely. But why are you defending streaming services?

You're out here saying for all we know its not their fault Mark is getting screwed over by lack of advertising, refusal to allow him to say what streaming service his show will be on, and dropping the show early without saying anything.

If im correct the first couple of months of a shows traffic and streams is the most important.

But why would you want to back streaming services? These companies, their CEOs make BILLIONS every year. They are constantly cancelling original shows, shows made by queer people and people of color, or starring queer people and people of color. They spend money in excess making spin off and reboots of the big names like Lord of the Rings, Game of Thrones, and Harry Potter. And they continue to cancel things my small creators. They continue to cancel orignal content, or in the cases of some streaming services, make shows and movies and lock them in a vault and write them off for tax credits.

No, not all streaning services are the same. But I wouldn't put it past a streaming service EVER to tell a creator that they're cancelling or won't renew or won't add their new creation to their service just because "the numbers werent there" or the show is "too violent." Why would you actively WANT to defend streaming services?

Why do you want to defend people who get rid of art? People who won't put out physical media of certain shows. People who make you pay a constant monthly fee (forcing you to pay more if you don't want ads) only for them to be in control of what titles you can and cant watch. They can pull shows and movies at any time and even though you pay for the service you can't do anything about it.

I remember a time that when you paid for something, it was yours. A one time payment and you own it and you can watch it as many times you want for as long as you want WHENEVER you want.

So what you enjoy shows because theyre entertaining and they give you a quick fix of something to binge? Don't you miss storylines and character development and plot?

I think we need to take a look at why we're defending streaming services when they do so little for us and for original content.

Yes. Watch the edge of sleep, support mark. Get the show trending, generate traffic and views, but at the end of it all if youre defending a random billionaire who only sees you as another dollar sign for refusing to help a creator and instead placing a road block in the way? I think you need to take into consideration if you just want to get quick entertainment or if you actually care about people's art.

#markiplier #the edge of sleep #teos #streaming services #qcode #prime watch #literally dont defend billionaires or streaming services owned by them in the slightest #you're just giving them what they want and thats a quick buck to add to their pile

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yuurivoice · 2 months ago

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im curious, are you comfortable / okay with people hcing the boys as other sexualities?

I mean, it's all about how you do it.

Just be aware that if you were to go "I think x character is specifically THIS" publicly, you will run the risk of people interpreting that as you saying you feel like their experience with this fictional character is less valid or plausible in your eyes. Even if you put big disclaimers about how it's just your headcanon, etc and so forth, people will go...

...well why the fuck do you need to have that headcanon so bad?

Which is pretty much how I feel about it. We've taken great strides to ensure that spaces that are overseen by me personally that exclusionary language is avoided when sharing with the community, sometimes to the point of annoying people who just wanna yap. But there are places aplenty to do that, I just take additional measures in my spaces.

So if you come to me and ask how I feel about it, my answer is prefaced with Y'ALL CAN DO WHAT YOU WANNA DO, IT AIN'T MY BUSINESS. That's always the case, because I don't think any creator should be lording over what people can or can't do/say/etc. but I'll share this because you asked me out of a genuine concern for my own comfort.

Which is, I don't really care, I don't let anyone's headcanons bug me one way or another and I would not personally feel slighted. What would upset me is if someone DID let that bother them, or be made to feel invalidated or less than because in a space so mindfully cultivated for identities and sexualities of all sorts to exist joyfully in a medium that typically has very rigid rails for who it's made for, someone was like "yeah but what if that wasn't the case".

Not to assume you'd be rude or callous about it. I've often said if the medium was different, I'd definitely give these characters more specified sexualities and so on, so I can see the value in creating specific narrative and character choices based on that. So I get it.

But I'd caution against it just out of a mindfulness and care for others within the fandom. Odds are, 99% of the fandom would see it and be like "oh neat" or just keep scrolling if they weren't interested, but I've learned over the years that when working with characters and stories people are really connected to, sometimes it is good to know when things needn't be said or acted upon.

Also, like, you never know if someone not only would get upset, but also become like...really fucking angry about it. Which I don't think anyone in the fandom would behave that way, but it's something I am also wary of.

So...ya know, do what you wanna do. Clearly you're already more mindful than the average internet person, so you certainly pass the vibe check. I've just been around long enough to know how it can go sideways.

Thank you for taking the time to ask!

#yuurivoice

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absurdthirst · 2 years ago

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Sleep Tight {Joel Miller x F!Reader}

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Minors and dirty magazines, only one sleeping bad troupe, masturbation, fingering, vaginal sex, unprotected sex, semi public sex, SPOILERS for TLOU Episode 1 x 04

Comments: Fucking Joel in that sleeping bag, that's the summary.

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“Hey, quit kicking back there.” You huff, rolling your eyes as you look back at the teenager in the back seat. She was a little too excited about her first day in the car and after a few hours, she had wanted to swap seats, coinciding with the first of multiple pitstops. Gas just didn’t go as far as it used to.

Ellie rolls her eyes and huffs, leaning back in the seat and crossing her arms as she stares out the window. “I have to pee.” She huffs, making Joel groan again and let out a long suffering sigh even though it’s only been four hours.

“There’s a rest stop up ahead.” He grunts after another mile. “We’ll stop there and you can pee while we try to find some more gas.” He looks over at you for a moment, before glancing back at the road. You know he’s irritated by the fact that you aren’t getting farther than you would have back when gas was fresh. It’s taking longer to get to Wyoming than he would like, leaving you exposed out on the road.

When Joel pulls over into the rest area, he immediately grabs his hose and gets to work siphoning some gas from the abandoned cars. It’s like water now, nowhere near as potent as it used to be, but it gets you somewhere. Ellie disappears and comes back with a joke book. “Volume Too.” She points out and you snort, looking over at Joel who rolls his eyes. Ellie starts to read out a joke and you bite your lip to smother your chuckle.

“Jesus Christ.” Joel grunts, struggling to stand after kneeling down.

You hum and walk back over to the truck. “Did you pee?” You ask, opening the passenger door to the truck and pushing the seat forward.

“I did, did you?” Ellie asks, smirking slightly in the way that only smart ass teenagers can.

“I don’t have the bladder of a thirteen year old.” You snort, watching her climb into the back before you slide the seat back and climb inside the cab. Watching as Joel secures the gas can and gets into the driver's seat. “Let me know when you want me to drive.” You offer again, knowing he will turn you down, again.

“I’m fine.” Joel says, getting back into the car. He starts the engine and pulls away from the rest stop. You sigh and look out of the window.

“Must’ve been some trick.” Ellie says as she looks out of the back window.

“Yeah they used to stick big ass plows on them and clear the roads for their tanks and such.” Joel explains and Ellie grins, “I wanna see a tank.”

You look back at her, “you will.”

Joel nods, “tank, choppers, all that stuff. But they’ll fight the wrong enemy. Just scattered around now.”

Ellie fumbles, reaching into her backpack and pulls out a tape. “I got something.” She hands it to you and you show it to Joel, “here. This make you all nostalgic?” You ask Joel who snorts, “this is actually before my time.”

Ellie settles back in her seat, “great.”

You sigh, “it’s a winner, though.”

Joel nods and you put the tape into the player. Joel smiles, shaking his head as he drives along to the music. “Oh man.” He sighs and you smile at him.

Ellie rummages in her backpack again, pulling out a magazine, “got something else”.

“What is that?” You ask, eyes wide and you nudge Joel and he looks in the rear view.

“It’s light on the reading but it has some interesting pictures.”

You watch Joel’s face, “no, no, no, put that back.” Ellie opens another page while Joel says, “that’s not for kids.”

You try to reach for it but she pulls it back, “how would he even walk around with that thing?”

You snort, reaching again, “please get rid of it.” Joel begs and Ellie shakes her head, “hold your horses. I wanna see what all the fuss is about.” Ellie looks at you then Joel, knowing exactly what your relationship entails.

“I’ll take it.” You tease and Joel’s eyes widen, “no you will not.”

You giggle and Ellie grimaces, “why are all these pages stuck together.”

Joel’s face is shocked, “uhhhhhh. The—” Ellie whacks his shoulder with the magazine, “I’m just fuckin’ with ya.” She tosses it out of the window with a “bye bye dude.”

You pout, “I kinda wanted that.”

Joel rolls his eyes, focusing on the driving. “Ain’t I enough for you, sweetheart?” He teases but his eyes are serious.

“If he’s got one like that, I don’t know how you do it.” Ellie huffs, and you smother your giggle since it looks like Joel is about to have a stroke.

“I’m going to decline to comment, but yes, you’re enough.” You promise Joel, mollifying him slightly.

“Okay, we’re done talkin’.” He huffs, looking in the rear view mirror. “Let’s play the quiet game.”

Ellie wrinkles her nose, obviously not happy with that option but she turns her head to look out at the surrounding landscape. Sighing, you reach over and touch his hand, smiling at him slightly when he looks at you. The thing with Joel was both easy and complicated. Easy because you never defined anything and complicated because you never know where you stand with him. You think that he cares for you, in his own way but it’s not like you’ve had conversations about feelings.

You look out at the scenery, abandoned cars. FedEx trucks in a depo that sit empty, ransacked not long after shit went down. The train hanging off of the bridge. The abandoned tanks. It’s eery and reminds you of the harsh reality of this world. Joel notices how quiet you get, Ellie is napping on the backseat. “You sure you don’t want me to drive?” You check and he shakes his head, “gonna stop soon. It’s getting late and I wanna be parked up before bedtime.”

It’s only about ten more minutes before Joel decides he’s done. “That’s enough for today.” He slows down and pulls off the Highway into a large field. Jolting Ellie awake as the truck bounces through the grass as he heads for the forest on the other side. You know why he is pulling away from the road but you don’t say anything as he starts to drive through the trees, making sure that you are well away from the road before he stops the truck. “Well, I’ll start unloading supplies.” You offer, knowing he probably needs to stretch his legs and take a piss after driving for so long. “Why don’t you walk around?”

Joel nods, knowing he needs to check out the area for any clickers or dangers. “Get the steak out for tonight.” He orders, knowing you’ll need energy for tomorrow. Who knows what tomorrow brings? If there’s one thing Joel lives by, it’s eat the damn steak. He hears you talking to Ellie as he strides through the trees, eventually feeling safe enough to pull his dick out to take a piss. He sighs in relief and leans against the tree, ears open for anything moving around. When he makes his way back, he sees Ellie reading that damn joke book again and you are opening the portable stove. “Everything alright?” He asks you, setting the gun down as he helps you open the ancient can of Chef Boyardee

“Yeah.” You take the can and sniff it, nodding when it smells good. Amazing how it hadn’t gone back, and you don’t want to think about how many preservatives had to be in it for such a thing. “We are having steak with a side of the finest Chef this side of the Mississippi.” You joke as you dump it into a pan and start opening the next one. “Find anything out there?” You lower your voice slightly and glance over at him, not wanting Ellie to overhear and worry. Your job was to help him protect the girl and you were slightly softer than Joel, but both of you didn’t want her to fear for her safety until it was necessary. She’s still just a kid.

Joel shakes his head, kneeling down beside you to place his hand on your lower back, the only indication that he is emotionally connected to you. He helps, stirring the ravioli and he looks over at Ellie.

You can’t help but lean into the warmth of his hand. It’s been a difficult few days and while Joel isn’t overly affectionate at the best of times, you are enjoying the feeling of his hand on your body. The small steaks are next, another pan ready and you sigh softly. “Just a weekend getaway.” You joke, “camping in the woods. All we need is a cooler full of ice cold beer.” Those things seem like a dream and you know that this isn’t a fun weekend bonfire in the woods. The sun is starting to set and soon you need to get the bedding out of the truck after cleaning up from dinner.

Joel watches you finish the meal and he sighs, wishing this was a camping trip and nothing more. Yet it isn’t. It’s deadly and dangerous and he wishes he could keep you and Ellie safe but it’s going to be a challenge. When you get the dinner served up, Joel watches Ellie wolf it down and tells her to slow it down. You snort in amusement and Joel rolls his eyes at the teenager.

“What am I even eating?” She asks between bites.

“That is 20 year old Chef Boyardee ravioli.” He tells her, cutting up his own small steak and you smirk when she shoves another large bite in her mouth.

“That guy was good.”

Joel grunts. “I actually agree.” You do too, but hunger has a way of making a lot of things taste good.

Ellie looks over at you for a moment. “How long are we staying out here?”

Knowing Joel, it will just be for the night, he doesn’t like to stay in one place for long when he is outside the QZ. “I figure I sleep tonight, and drive tomorrow all day.” He glances over at you. “And let her drive all night and get us to Wyoming by next mornin’.”

You nod, agreeing with that idea, although if he doesn’t sleep, you’ll drive in the morning and let him crash in the passenger seat. Ellie scoops up some more of her ravioli. “So can we start a fire? I’m freezing.” It is cold out here, but there is no way Joel will allow a fire.

Joel’s head shoots up from his plate. “Now why I am gonna tell you no?” He demands like he’s talking to his daughter about dating or staying out past curfew.

Ellie rolls her eyes. “Because the infected will see the smoke.” She huffs, shoving another bite in her mouth.

“No.” Joel insists. “Fungus isn’t that smart.”

You nod. “It’s too remote for infected anyway.” You add on, knowing what Joel is worried about.

That gets Ellie’s attention. “People?” Neither you nor Joel answers but the look he gives her is answer enough. “So what are they going to do? Rob us?” She asks next, full of questions because she’s never experienced the horrors outside FEDRAs control.

“Oh, they’ll have way more in mind than that.” His look turns dark and you shiver, he would know first hand what some of these people were after and you want to forget what men are capable of.

Ellie seems to get the message and she swallows slightly. “Okay….”

Joel knows that it would be devastating for you to end up with others. You’re pretty, gorgeous, and he knows that you would be- well, he will fight to the death to protect you and ensure that that would never happen. You finish your meal in silence, fork scraping the metal and eventually the food is put away and Joel is double checking the perimeter while you gather the sleeping bags.

“We have a problem.” You tell Joel and he turns to look at you, “what is it?”

You hold up one of the three sleeping bags that had been packed in the back of the truck under a tarp. You hadn’t unrolled it before now. “This sleeping bag is ruined.” You tell him, showing the large urine and rodent droppings, as well as the obvious destruction of the material.

Ellie unrolls hers and picks it up to sniff it. “Mine actually smells kinda good.” She informs you, making you roll your eyes.

“Well that would be Frank’s then.” Joel tells her, making her laugh quietly.

You sigh and drop the ruined bedding to the ground. “What do you want to do?” You ask Joel.

Joel sighs, annoyed by the fact that there’s one less sleeping bag. “We can share it. You and I. Ellie gets her own.” Joel says and grabs his rifle, ready to ensure that you and Ellie are safe, even if it means not getting any sleep himself. “Are you tired?” He asks Ellie, gesturing for you to get into the sleeping bag.

Ellie smirks at Joel and waggles her brows. “Of course you want me to go to sleep.” She teases, making him roll his eyes and shuffle uncomfortably.

“Get in the fucking sleeping bag.” He grunts at her and it makes you snicker quietly as you spread out the other sleeping back you will have to share with him. You know he will put you in the innermost part of the bag so he can get out quickly so you don’t hesitate to go ahead and climb in. Ellie pulls out her book and while Joel grunts again as he kneels down next to the sleeping bag, she turns down the lamp that was set between the two bags.

Joel is hesitant to share a sleeping bag with you, knowing that he wants to be able to move at a moment's notice. Also, the ribbing from Ellie has him rolling his eyes. Another part of him wants to hold you tonight.

“Come on.” You order and Joel shifts to get in beside you after checking his rifle.

Ellie tries to tell Joel a joke, but he already knows the punchline. “Because he was outstanding in his field.” Joel replies, and Ellie claims that he has already read the joke book. You snort and laugh and Joel smiles to himself, but he’s turned away from you so you and Ellie can’t see.

“Get some sleep.” He says again and turns to pull you into his arms.

It’s a tight fit in the sleeping back with both of you, making you wiggle slightly and push your ass against his groin. Joel grunts in your ear and you hum. “Sorry.” You whisper, aware that he is trying to fall asleep. Of the two of you, he’s the one that barely moves unless prompted at night.

Joel doesn’t respond, trying to close his eyes and not think about how you feel pressed against him. It’s been a while since you slept together. It was before leaving the QZ and Joel wants you to get some sleep. You wiggle against him again, trying to get comfortable and he grunts. “You gotta stay still.” He demands gruffly in your ear.

“Sorry.” You close your eyes and try not to think about the warmth and weight of him behind you. Although you flatten yourself out to give him more room and he follows you, pressed right up against your ass and you feel the bulge of his cock even though he’s not even hard.

His hand comes to your hip, trying to keep you still but his body still reacts to yours. His cock hardens and he closes his eyes, trying to ignore the way his body needs you. You’re so warm against him, he knows how hot you are when he’s inside of you and he curses himself internally for thinking like that. “Get some sleep.” He murmurs, more to himself than to you but his fingers caress your hip, slipping under your shirt to touch your skin.

Biting your lip, you try to not move. It’s hard when you feel his fingers on your skin, hot and rough from the callouses. Instinctively, you rock back just the slightest amount, pressing your ass against his cock more firmly, the handy excuse that you are getting comfortable. It’s been too long since you’ve had him inside you, the fear and sorrow and danger not allowing it. Now, you just want to feel normal for twenty minutes.

Joel can sense what you want. He knows you inside and out by now. It’s too risky though. You’re in the open. The kid is a few feet away. He can’t risk being lost inside of you and not paying attention to what’s around him. “Behave.” He growls into your ear, “or take care of yourself.” He demands, flicking the button of your jeans. You get excited but he pulls his hand away, “I’m not fuckin’ you so you better take care of yourself, baby.”

You pout, sighing in disappointment, but you don’t hesitate to unzip your jeans and slide your hand into your panties. You’d rather have Joel’s cock inside you or his fingers on your clit, but you’re not going to bed. “Probably jerked off in the trees.” You huff quietly, pressing the pad of your index finger against your clit and moaning softly.

Joel doesn’t respond, deciding to just press against you. “You can feel how hard I am. Feel like I jerked off thirty minutes ago?” He scoffs, “I’m too fuckin’ old, baby.” He rolls his eyes and reaches up to squeeze your breast.

Closing your eyes, you push your ass back against him again, grinding slightly. He is getting older but that doesn’t mean he can’t fuck you like he’s still young when he wants to. It just means that his recovery time is longer. You circle your clit and start rubbing it quickly, wanting to cum before you go to sleep. “St-still can get it up.” You murmur quietly. “Still good.”

He chuckles, burying his face in your neck to breathe you in so he can hear your whimpers while you try to keep quiet. He loves it. “Fuck baby. You sound so sweet.” He rasps into your ear, “rubbing that little clit like that. Feel good?”

You know that it’s risky, that Ellie could hear or someone could sneak up but you think that the first option is more likely. Especially as remote as you are. “Y-you’re b-better.” You admit breathlessly, your cunt clenching and your hips rocking slightly to chase the pressure.

He snorts when you say he’s better. His cock is hard and he is desperate to touch himself, touch you, but he can’t risk it. His ears are honed in on the surrounding while you bite your lip to smother your whimpers. “You need fingers inside of you?” Joel asks, knowing he can help you if you need him.

“Fuck yes.” You moan quietly, eyes rolling at the thought of his thick fingers curled up inside you. He always manages to press against your g-spot perfectly. It makes sense due to knowing your body as well as he does. He chuckles quietly against your ear and squeezes your tit once more before he slides his hand across your tummy and into your panties where you are still rubbing your clit.

He presses your hand against your clit, almost unable to move your fingers, and he pushes two of his thick digits inside of you, curling them. “That better?” He whispers, pumping them in and out of you and groaning softly at how wet you are.

His cock would be so much better but you whimper your agreement. Loving how immediate your reaction is to him and the arousal floods his fingers. You push back, wanting his fingers deeper inside you and twist your head so you can kiss under his chin and along his jaw.

“Good girl.” He murmurs, biting down on your earlobe. “Always so good for me.” He grunts, working his fingers inside of you, pressing his palm into your hand to force you to rub your clit a little faster. “I need you to cum for me. Clench around my fingers.”

“Joel.” You whine softly, rolling your hips down against his hand. You want him inside you. You want him to roll you onto your stomach and push your jeans down, pull out his achingly hard cock and fuck you into the hard, forest floor. “Fuck,” you feel your walls start to flutter, body tensing up to cum as he curls his fingers and yours rub your clit.

Joel turns your head to press his lips to yours, wanting you to be quiet, to not wake Ellie. You cry into his mouth, smothered and muted, while your walls clamp down on his fingers, soaking them, and it ignites something inside of him. He pulls his fingers out of you, pushing you onto your back and it’s tight but he manages to push your jeans down to your knees, fumbling with one hand to open his pants and he pulls his hard cock out. “Need you.” He grunts, pushing inside of you while you are still shaking from your orgasm.

Your hands curl into Joel’s shoulders, biting down on your lip to smother your moan at his intrusion. It’s so good, having him fill you up like nothing else can. You can fill him twitch inside you and you whimper. “Fuck me.” You beg quietly, knowing it will be quick and rough.

He groans softly, pressing his lips against yours and sliding his tongue into your mouth so he can start to fuck you. He grinds deep, barely pulling out of you as he rocks his hips. Reassured that you’re beneath him. After losing Tess, losing Bill and Frank. He’s on the edge, desperate, not his usual self. Too many people have died, left him, and he won’t let you join that list.

Ellie snorts, shuffling in her sleeping back and Joel freezes inside you. Both of you listen for any other movement or indication that she’s waking up. The silence ticks by and Joel’s cock is throbbing inside you at the same beat of his heart, making your cunt clench around him. You exhale softly, relaxing when Joel starts to move again. Kissing him desperately in order to recapture the moment.

He is slow, grinding deep, and he allows himself this time to enjoy the fact that you’re here, in his arms, and alive. “Fuck baby.” He grunts into your mouth, loving how wet and hot you are around him. You both listen for Ellie, making sure she doesn’t wake up, and the sleeping bag doesn’t allow for a lot of movement.

It’s easy to forget everything when Joel is deep inside you. The slow grind of his hips keeps his cock buried deep and it’s like he’s making love to you. Whatever is between you isn’t defined and you won’t ask him to put a label on it. You just are, but you love this tempo.

He kisses you, keeping his mouth fused to yours to smother the way you cry out his name. Not wanting to wake the kid or alert anyone to your presence. His hands slide under you, gripping your shoulders to help him thrust a little harder inside of you.

Every gasp is poured into his mouth, urging him on. The thrusts aren’t sharper, but you love that he can push into you with a bit more force, making your walls flutter around him and the roughness of his jeans grinding against your clit. The fact that your jeans are pulled down but still on your legs only allows for you to take his pace, unable to wrap your legs around him and urge him on.

He wants you to cum, needs to feel it, so he pushes deeper inside of you, thrusting a little harder, and he groans your name into your ear, shifting one arm out from under you to cover your mouth with his palm.

Joel being vocal always does it for you. That gravely, raspy voice sounding wrecked makes your cunt lock down around him as your core twists even more until you are gasping his name against his palm. Shaking underneath him as you come apart in perfect, shattering pleasure.

Joel hisses your name, loving how you feel clamping down around his cock, and he hisses your name again, pushing deep a half a dozen times until he’s spilling inside of you. Thanking God for the umpteenth time that he got a vasectomy after Sarah was six and he and his ex had decided against having more kids. “Fuck.” He pants, kissing your forehead then he pulls his palm away from your mouth.

You hum quietly, aware that this isn’t the safety of your apartment in the Boston QZ. He can’t sleep inside you or just lay here basking in the afterglow for too long. You kiss his lips and along his jaw before he shuffles to the side, both of you trying to put yourself back to rights under the cover of the sleeping bag. “You actually gonna sleep?” You as Joel as you pull your panties and jeans up.

Joel shifts to the side, tucking himself away, and he offers you a look, knowing that you know he won’t sleep. He never does when he’s on the road. “You get some sleep.” He orders, kissing your forehead and he shuffles out of the sleeping bag, grabbing his rifle. He will keep watch tonight over you and Ellie. It’s his job to keep you both safe and he’ll be damned if he fails. He’s lost everyone but he won’t lose you. He will keep you and Ellie safe, even if it’s the last thing he does.

You shuffle slightly, turning so you can see Joel as he stands guard, eyes ever watchful for any approaching danger. You sigh slightly and close your eyes. You’ll let him sleep while you take the first shift driving tomorrow morning. And make some coffee for him to drink. He would like that. For now, you drift off to sleep, feeling protected since you know he is watching.

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after scrolling through your posts i felt complelled to send an ask (i wonder why)

This kinda? relates to all the languages posts you've been making (was giggling and kicking my feet while reading them, and got inspired) but because I only speak English, I wanted to put a twist on it.

Creator who has audio processing issues and doesn't realise that Teyvat DOES actually speak the same language as them for a good while.

Because as a person with very good hearing, i sure don't fucking understand what people are saying most of the time, especially in big crowds. (its like listening to the sims sometimes man, i'm fighting for my life trying to understand😭)

So imagine a Creator getting dropped into Teyvat and getting found by a group of hunters or treasure horders, who instantly start panicking and talking all at once because 'omg our god is here' and all that.

And the Creator is still confused and diorientated, so all they're hearing is ✨words✨and they just assume that no one in Teyvat will understand them.

And then when they arrive in one of the nations and get to meet the vision bearers for the first time, the Creator makes a thirsty comment about one of them (probably would be Diluc in my case) and the entire crowd just goes SILENT.

So silent that the Creator can perfectlly understand what that vision bearer said in response.

Anyway, i love your blog :) not sure when you're going to get this, time zones are funny, but I hope you like it

Giggling and kicking?? Over my stuff??? 🥺🥺🥺💘💘💘 You sneaky little charmer ✨️

ALSO

AUDIO PROCESSING DISORDER ASK!!!!?????!!!!

IM IN THE MIDDLE OF TRYING TO GET ADHD DIAGNOSIS AND GOT AN APD TEST NOT TOO LONG AGO BC THOUGHT I HAD IT!!

FRIENDO!! THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!! ✨️✨️✨️🌸🌸🌸

Have a cookie!! 🤲🍪 tysm for the ask im very very happy to see it!! :D!!

(subliminalmessagingyouwillgoclicktheaskbuttonandsendmeanasksubliminalmessaging)

AHFJDLLAHFAAJSK!! LOSING IT OVER THIS!!

(Me from the future editing: Sorry i wrote an entire sloppy written scenario over this its diluc focused, jfc sorry and i hope u get smth outta it 💀)

Oh good lord you being some kind of Creator god after getting sucked into the goddmn video game world is absolute HELL for your APD

Aint nobody tellin u nothing bc i can totally see that scenario happening bc everyone is like blabbering at you constantly, they all wanna get close to you to talk so its just [insert that general cafe crowd noises here]

Like u wish u had lofi to go with it bc u sure as hell cant get a word in edgewise

I know i keep writing abt Mondstadt, mostly bc first city -> intro to game -> therefore you land there

But i promise ill branch out guys but i got an excuse this time u mentioned Diluc 🔥

Honestly bc u probably arent trying to talk back to them (which they dont rlly know why? Bc they totally have heard ur voice while u were in ur world, when they were ur vessels)

They kinda assumed either A. You lost your voice B. You're overwhelmed, ppl r getting WAY too close to you, back off Npcs C. Or you don't speak THEIR language

So ofc Mondstadt brings you into the city and their planning a big ol festival, u came right in time for Windblume anyway, and by the time your done shaking hands and just waving and smiling (bc what else can u do u cant hear these fuckers, maybe u caught a "the" or a "hello" but you could've definitely been imagining it)

And finally you are free of the general crowd, but most of the Vision bearers (Allogenes) who were ur vessels wanna stick around, so u all end up in Angel's Share somehow

It's hella packed, and it's a bar.

So yeah u still can't hear shit, and now it just sounds like one of those fantasy medieval bar audios ambience videos

Ur just kinda kicking ur feetsies on a bar stool while like,, 4 or 5 differrent special character dishes are sitting in front of you

Diluc's behind the bar, and has been so sweetly attentive to you all evening, no matter how many tipsy patrons come up yelling for refills or drinks (or at least thats what u assume, bc u kinda end up just,, jumping and hitching ur shoulders up and trying to be lowkey about covering ur ears...)

He always comes and refills ur glass when it gets to even half-full, swiping away plates that have gone cold, and if you still want smth off of it, he's so perceptive no language needed bc he just sees your face and starts heating up the plate again with his vision with his hand :)

He's actually been the best thruout all this bc he already isn't super talkative, so ur pretty sure you've only seen his mouth open a few times, but otherwise u just communicated with him via actions/expressions

So ur chilling, well sorta, ur starting to kinda get overstimulated by the day and now this loud ass bar, and the fact that ur convinced no one speaks English here...

But hey!

Diluc's cool, u got food, and maybe u can charade to him u wanna find somewhere to retire to now for the night,,

You try and do that but he's pretty busy running around still,

"Damn, at least I get to see his ass though."

...

Diluc freezes.

You freeze.

Jean, Lisa, Venti, Amber, Kaeya, Rosaria freezes.

The whole bar goes silent.

Their god of gods finally spoke.

Oh they can understand you alright. (Also u were looking right at Diluc when you said it so, kinda obvious who u mean, somebody points to you behind Diluc)

Diluc just kinda,, sputters, like jerkily turns around and everything like a fried robot

"I- ahem- I- um- y-your Grace- I-"

Poor guy.

He doesn't even know what to say 🤷‍♂️

He has been progressively getting closer and closer to his hair color, his cheeks, his neck, his ears its a full white boy flush he cant escape its so obvious (should he say thank you? How do u even begin to thank a god for complimenting ur ass??!!)

He's caught between facing you and turning around and ducking back into the kitchen and never coming out again (unless it's just you two)

...Was it always this hot in here? Or did Diluc do this to you? 😵‍💫

(Well at least it's a lot quieter now)

You take the next logical step in this situation, and gently let your head thud into the bar.

...

It's a tie between Venti and Kaeya who busts out laughing first.

CHRIST ALMIGHTY IM SO SORRY THIS IS SO LONG I HOPE TUMBLR MAKES IT "READ MORE" BC I CANT FIND THAT OPTION ON MOBILE

IF U KNOW WHERE THAT BUTTON IS PLS LET A BITCH KNO 😭😩

UPDATE I FIGURED IT OUT FUCK YEAH

Cheers,

🌒🌊🌧Aquarius♒️🌌🌘

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