#one's gunna be a long response anyway

[noyasmashing]

Can I have more Yan Tamaki hcs? 🫠

Me and my husband were sticking together

• warnings: sub!yan! Tamaki x gn!reader, scent kink, soft yandere behavior, slight stalking, etc.

• authors note: HAII MILLY o(^ . ^)o I’m sorry for being so inactive!! Ive been traveling a lot more than I thought I would and I haven’t had much time to write :(( anyways yes yes here ya go!

Alright I’m just gunna say it. He has a scent kink. Especially the scent of your worn, sweat-drenched workout shorts, he can't help but be drawn to it. Painting an image of you sweaty, tired and yet oh so pretty in his mind. He's become so obsessed with the aroma that he's started to steal your clothes, to the point that you’ve begun to notice something is off.

Despite his shame and guilt over his actions, he's unable to resist the allure of your smell, which has become an intoxicating trigger for him. As a hero, he knows he should be above such base desires, but how can he help himself when he’s never experienced such intense emotions before? It’s not his fault your so attractive!!

Tamaki's arousal is amplified by the prospect of being caught in the act, whether it's pleasuring himself while smelling your clothes or being caught red-handed while stealing them. Despite his deep-seated shame and embarrassment over these desires, he's unable to suppress them, and they often find their way into his dreams.

In fact, the fantasy of being punished for his actions has become a recurring theme in his sleep. He loves the idea of being helpless under your control, with vibrators placed anywhere on him you pleased. His cock, prostate, nipples, he doesn’t care as long as your happy.

His deepest desire is to relinquish control and surrender to your will, allowing him to abandon all responsibility and simply obey without hesitation.

Despite being so pathetic, he has a strong desire to impress you. Being shy, he's not one for grand gestures, but he makes an effort to showcase his small accomplishments in the hopes you'll take notice. If you show more interest in Mirio than him, he'll become sulky and withdrawn. When you're near Mirio, he'll feel anxious and insecure. However, his demeanor changes instantly if you direct even a simple question or comment towards him - it's as if a weight lifts off his shoulders, and he's revitalized by your attention.

Tamaki has a tendency to become dramatically upset in your presence, often feigning hurt or distress in the hopes of gaining sympathy and affection from you. Solely to get a reaction from you, one that he can store away to fuel his late-night fantasies.

Despite his ardent desire to catch your attention, he finds himself tongue-tied and unable to articulate his feelings. When he tries to speak to you, his lower lip begins to tremble and his ears turn a bright red with embarrassment. His words get jumbled and tangled on his tongue, rendering him speechless. As a result, he usually resorts to simply nodding his head or muttering a few faint words.

Tamaki's naturally introverted nature often leads him to adopt a listening role, and he finds himself eavesdropping on your conversations out of a misplaced sense of duty. He rationalizes this behavior as a desire to "protect" and "keep you safe," but it's clear that his true motivation is to uncover more about you.

But that's not all - Tamaki is quite the photographer. He likely has an entire album dedicated to pictures of you on his phone, filled with videos and audio recordings of your laughter, conversations with him, and hell even just you talking to a friend. The poor boy would not be able to contain himself if you made a suggestive joke in his presence. Scurrying off to the nearest bathroom with a raging boner. That’s how bad his fascination with your voice is, and he can't help but replay it in his head, imagining all the intimate things you might say to him. He can get rather sloppy with trying to capture you, oblivious as ever. Let’s just hope you don’t catch him recording you, even with his clumsiness. Tamaki's enthusiasm can sometimes get the better of him, causing him to be reckless in his pursuit of capturing your perfection. Let’s just hope he doesn’t get caught by you, even with his clumsiness.

[kentosbabes]

Ex Bf Gojo hcs

I’ve been thinking about doing a part two to this for ages and finally decided to write it. I wrote this in my English lit lesson because it was eating me alive 😫 anyways hope you like it 😋🫶🏼

Ex Bf Gojo who finds himself at your front door again holding one of your bras and a pair of shorts that he took from his last visit. However his eager expression changes when you opened the door wearing a dress teasing to expose your breasts and your thighs on full display. ‘Satoru?’

Ex Bf Gojo who’s shocked expression turns into a smirk as he says ‘hey love where we going?’. you can only roll your eyes ‘satoru we are not going anywhere. I am going on a date’ you say walking back into your house as he close the door as he follows behind you

Ex Bf Gojo who’s in disbelief at your words he’s left speechless for once. ‘i don’t think so baby’ he says coming up behind you as you fix your lipstick in the mirror. ‘satoru don’t start with me. we’re not together you’ve had plenty of chances’ you say as his hands wrap around you

Ex Bf Gojo who makes himself at home on your couch as you make sure you have everything ‘satoru go home’ you say giving him a stern look ‘nah i’m going to stay right here until you get back just do i can hear how shit it was’ he says manspreading and turning on your TV

Ex Bf Gojo who stays true to his word and stays in the same spot as you unlock the door and walk in. you hate how he was right, the date was horrible he would only talk about himself and didn’t even pay for the meal instead asking if you could

Ex Bf Gojo who knows as soon as he sees you expression it wasn’t what you thought. ‘awe poor girl he didn’t compare to me at all huh’ he says standing up and making his way towards you. ‘hmm it’s okay though i know just how to make it all better’

Ex Bf Gojo who now has your lips attached to his in a needy kiss. your hands resting in his hair as his roam around your body ‘when will you understand huh? no on will ever compare to me sweetheart. no one’ he says his lips now kissing down your neck

Ex Bf Gojo who now has you pushed up against the door as he thrusts in behind you, the bottom of your dressed bunched up at your waist and your panties pushed to the side. ‘did he get you this wet?’ he asks knowing you were thinking of him the entire time not the dick sitting infront of you at the restaurant. ‘no satoru f-fuck only you get me this wet p-please’

Ex Bf Gojo who has his fingers deep in you curling in to hit your sweet spot. but as soon as you can feel the tightness in your stomach he stops ‘nuh uh you need to understand that your mine.’ his long fingers now rubbing circles on your clit ‘don’t worry i’ll make you cum so much all you can think of is me and then maybe you’ll understand your mine and no one will ever compare to me’

Ex Bf Gojo who teases you as he’s thrusting slow and deep into you ‘could he make you feel this good? did you get that feeling in your stomach when you look at him? the one you get when you look at me? god, i bet he didn’t even pay for the dinner’ you hated how he was right and let out a groan in response ‘oh i’m right? what a dick but don’t worry i’ve got you. gunna make you feel real good’

Ex Bf Gojo who makes sure to clean you up in the shower before laying down next to you in bed. ‘pretty girl’ you turn to face him ‘mhm’ Gojo now moves you so you sit in between his legs as he sits against the headboard of the bed. ‘maybe we should try again hm?’ he asks you send him a big smile ‘Satoru Gojo are you asking me to be your girlfriend? again?’ he lets out a chuckle before saying ‘only if you say yes’.

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[unpopularwriter25]

Heyoo~ I'm not sure if you're going to accept making Yoriichi Tsugikuni x reincarnated! Reader or nah, but I'mma gunna send u my idea anyways!!

Same concept as my first Tanjiro x reincarnated! Reader. Except this time, Reader is Gen-Z, take no bullshit, vines, memes, and running on energy drink 24/7 (or night owl in this case). Imagine her knowing about the Tsugikuni Twins problems and tries to make those two bond together. Also please note: Yoriichi & Reader is childhood friends/fiance (arranged marriage stuff)

Gen-Z! Reincarnated! Reader is the best support girl and 10/10 WILL throw down anyone who insults Yoriichi. And honestly I just wanna know what's Yoriichi's expression will be like with a girl like Reader 😂. That, and I wanna a lot of whole some of Yoriichi and Reader.

Also if you can't make Yoriichi, that's fine, you can change the character to Giyuu if you find it hard to write Yoriichi. Thank youuuu <33

Also I'm now 100000% ur fan. 💌

Sorry for the delay!! You're feeding me the best demon slayer request and I'm completely here for it!! lol. I hope this is what you wanted and I hope you enjoy!! Thanks again for the requests!!

Memes, Energy Drinks, and Samurai: The Tale of a Gen-Z Girl Reincarnated

Summary: When a modern-day Gen-Z girl, Y/N, is suddenly reincarnated into the era of the Tsugikuni twins, she brings her take-no-bullshit attitude, love for memes, and boundless energy along with her. As she navigates this ancient world with the memories of her past life intact, she becomes childhood friends and fiancée to the stoic Yoriichi Tsugikuni. Determined to mend the fractured bond between Yoriichi and his estranged brother Michikatsu, Y/N uses her modern wit and fierce loyalty to bridge the gap between them.

Warnings: Language??

Word Count: 1,504

Y/N was an ordinary Gen-Z girl from the modern world. She was known for her vibrant personality, her love for memes, vines, and a perpetually optimistic outlook on life. She was a night owl, often staying up late, fueled by energy drinks, and scrolling through social media or binging on the latest trends.

Y/N was fiercely protective of her friends and family, always ready to stand up for what she believed in. Her "take-no-bullshit" attitude made her a reliable and formidable friend. Despite her seemingly carefree demeanor, she had a deep sense of responsibility and loyalty.

She's not exactly sure how she died, it's all a blur to her. She didn't even realize she had been reincarnated into a world vastly different from her own until she hit 20 years old. Before that point, she was completely at a lost.

From a young age in this new world, Y/N exhibited the same fierce personality and boundless energy she had in her past life. She quickly became known for her eccentric behavior and her strange, yet endearing, mannerisms. It wasn't long before she caught the eye of the Tsugikuni family, especially young Yoriichi.

It wasn't long before the two became very close. Y/N was constantly standing up for Yoriichi, she didn't stand for people being mean to him. Both of their families aknowldege their closeness and decided that once they were both of age they were to be married.

A few years have passed since this time, Y/N was now 20 years old and she was engaged to Yoriichi. She continued to feel out of place but that didn't stop her, she was still known around the village for her strange behavior, but the majority of them adored her. She constantly referenced things that made no sense to those around her, she didn't even realize where they came from.

Y/N would call him dude or bro. Yoriichi would look at her and be like "I'm your fiancée. Please do not call me bro?? Whatever that means." Y/N would nod "Sorry bro, shit, sorry dude, FUCK."

One day while she was training with Yoriichi, she developed a throbbing headache followed by her eyes getting all blurry, she felt like everything was spinning. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to get it to stop. She collapsed, overwhelmed by everything. Yoriichi rushed to her side, and when she came to, she remembered everything, everything about her past life. The realization was both shocking and comforting. She understood now why she felt so out of place, yet so familiar with certain things and people.

From that point on Y/N's behavior became more like her past life's behavior. She also just started dabbing at the most random times. Yoriichi would witness this and be like "What was that? " Y/N would shrug "It's called a dab and it felt needed in this situation." She even figured out how to make a DIY energy drink. Did it taste good? No. It was effective though. Yoriichi got a whiff of it one time and said it smelled like death. "Yeah it tastes like it too, but it makes me feel fuckin fantastic." she'd respond while chugging another one, slamming it down. "Woooh! Let's go kill some demons!" Yoriichi has to suppress his smile, he has to be the mature one in this relationship.

Since Y/N didn't have her phone anymore, she would just draw the most random memes on paper by memory. Yoriichi would find these random drawings throughout the house. "Why is this cat playing a piano? That's not possible." Y/N would facepalm "It's a meme." "Y/N cats don't have fingers, they can't play the piano."

Since Y/N was a no-bullshit kind of person she wasn't afraid to call someone out for being a dick, especially if it was directed to Yoriichi. For real, she'll throat punch someone for him...and she 100% has. Yoriichi asked her how she did that and to teach him that maneuver. Most people know not to fuck with her, but sometimes she'll come across someone that wants to test her...Yoriichi will stand back and watch her break them down with her words...or with her first, you know... in case the words don't work. He absolutely adores his crazy fiancée.

Y/N can also be a very caring person, specifically to the people she cares about the most. One night while Yoriichi and Y/N were outside their house. Sitting down, watching the stars, and enjoying the cool breeze. Y/N decided to speak up about something that has been on her mind. She glanced over at her husband. "Can I talk to you about something?" He looks at her, with a small smile. "Of course my love. What's on your mind?"

"I mean this in the best way possible and I say it out of love, but you need to stop being a bitch and talk to Michikatsu." Yoriichi pauses.."Did you...did you just call me a bitch?" he asked in disbelief. Y/N covers her face "Bruh, you're missing my point. Michikatsu is your brother and you two need to talk about your little feelings or some shit with each other."

Yoriichi is trying to process her language, and he shakes his head. "How do you suppose I do that? I'm assuming you have something in mind?" Y/N glances up at him smiling. "Uh-huh. C'mon, I know where he's training." She stands up, pulling him with her.

Y/N dragged Yoriichi to a secluded spot where she knew Michikatsu often trained. Sure enough, there he was, practicing his swordsmanship under the moonlight.

"Oi, Michikatsu!" Y/N called out, hands cupped around her mouth. "Get your broody ass over here!"

Michikatsu stopped mid-swing, turning to glare at Y/N. "What do you want, Y/N?"

"I want you two to talk. Like, actually talk, about your feelings and shit" she said, pushing Yoriichi forward. "You both are driving me fuckin nuts with this silent treatment crap. Y'all need to bond, and I'm here to make sure it happens.

Michikatsu gives Y/N a look and then looks at Yoriichi. "Your fiancée is as charming as ever."

Yoriichi glares at him, "Do not disrespect her brother."

Michikatsu sighed, sheathing his sword. "There's nothing to talk about."

Y/N marched up to him, jabbing a finger into his chest. "Bullshit. There's always something to talk about. Now sit your ass down and start talking."

To Yoriichi's surprise, Michikatsu actually complied, albeit grudgingly. The three of them sat in a circle, and for a moment, there was silence.

Y/N broke it with a vine reference. "So, I hear you’re the ‘Sad Boi’ of the family, Michikatsu. Care to elaborate?"

Both brothers looked at her, confusion evident on their faces. She sighed dramatically. "Okay, fine. In simpler terms, why the long face?"

Michikatsu looked at Yoriichi, then back at Y/N. "It's complicated."

Y/N rolled her eyes. "Everything's complicated. But you don't see me sulking about it. Just... talk to each other. You guys are twins for crying out loud. You're supposed to have that twin telepathy thing."

Yoriichi finally spoke up, his voice soft. "Michikatsu... I miss the bond we used to have."

Y/N nodded "That's real good" She turned to Michikatsu "Now how does that make you feel?"

Michikatsu rolled his eyes "Is she going to be doing this the entire time?" Before Yoriichi could answer. Y/N started "Yeah I am. So stop your bitching and answered the fucking question."

Michikatsu's expression softened, and he looked down. "I... I miss it too. But things have changed."

Y/N smirked, cracking open another one of her homemade energy drinks. "Then change them back. It's not rocket science." She chugs the energy drink. "Wooh! Brotherly love! I'm gonna go get another one. You two keep sharing your feelings and all that good shit." She gets up and heads back to their house.

Michikatsu stared after her "You're marrying an absolute maniac." Yoriichi eyes lingered on her as she walked away. "Yeah, I'm well aware of that."

Throughout this entire ordeal, Yoriichi's expression was one of quiet amusement and deep appreciation. He was used to Y/N's antics and her fierce loyalty. Her presence was a constant reminder that he wasn’t alone, even in the most challenging times. Her determination to see him happy and her readiness to throw down anyone who insulted him made his heart swell with gratitude.

Seeing Y/N standing up to Michikatsu, unafraid and full of vigor, brought a rare, genuine smile to Yoriichi’s face. Her modern quirks and relentless energy were a stark contrast to his calm demeanor, but it was exactly what he needed.

After hours of talking, laughter, and even some tears, the twins began to mend their broken bond. Y/N watched them with a satisfied grin, knowing she had done her job. As they stood to leave, Yoriichi gently took her hand, his eyes reflecting the moonlight.

"Thank you, Y/N. For everything."

She squeezed his hand, her smile bright. "Anytime, Yoriichi. After all, what am I here for if not to kick some sense into stubborn brothers?"

[slvt4em1lyprenti2s]

Hello! I have a requesttttttt…

Could you possibly write a JJ x Reader where the team just finished a case and are celebrating with a night out, and whilst the fun activities that clubbing/bars include… another woman starts hitting on and dancing with reader and JJ gets really jealous…

Could possibly include JJ and reader dancing together 😝

Can end however you’d like! But I’d love to see your take on this idea!

Of course, if you’re busy or don’t feel like writing this, thats totally cool too, thanks!

I love this idea sm!! And thank you for the request!

Summary: A girl started flirting with you at the bar, JJ get jealous and comes to rescue you

Word Count: 937

Jealous JJ, fluff, kissing

Pairings: Jennifer Jareau x fem!reader

!NOT PROOFREAD!

Sorry it isn’t very long!!

Reader pov:

I’m sitting at my desk filling out an after action report for the case we just closed when I hear a door swing open and Rossi walk out.

“Okay I’m so done with reports and I’m sure you all are too, who’s up for a drink? I’m buying the first round!” He walks down to the lift after saying this and we all collectively scramble to put away our things.

“Ugh I’m so happy he saved us from that, our desks are so far away it’s u fair I couldn’t even talk to you.” I hear a familiar voice complain from behind me. I turn around to see my gorgeous girlfriend JJ.

“Agreed, now, let’s go I really need a drink.” She giggled at my response and clasped my hand in her own and we headed out the bau with the rest of the team.

Time skip to when they’re at the bar:

JJ pov:

“SHOTS OMG LETS DO SHOTS!” I hear Penelope yell over the loud music.

“Ooh yeah let’s do shots!” I hear Emily respond to her. They both head off to the bar to go get their respective drink while I stay seated still nursing my cocktail. Y/n was sitting to my right, Rossi was across from us, Spencer was next to him and the rest of the team was either at the bar or on the dance floor.

“Come dance with me Jayj, please!” My girlfriend pleaded with me, using her best puppy eyes. In all honesty I was far too tired to dance right now, and my cocktail hadn’t quite kicked in yet.

“Maybe in a bit babe, alright?” I hear her huff at my answer but comply nonetheless.

“Okay fine, I’m just going to dance with Derek first a bit then!” She cheerfully skips off and starts dancing with Derek. I giggle at the fact she peeled a girl off him just so they could dance together, he would not be happy about that.

I sit back in my chair a bit and watch as Penelope and Emily come back with the shits they ordered, clearly not just for themselves.

“We knew you’d say no to shits so we got you one anyway!” Emily explained as she sat a small glass in front of each of us, excluding Spence obviously. I put my glass down and picked up the smaller one with a questionably coloured liquid inside it but downed it with the rest of them anyway.

“Oh my god that’s.. oh god that strong.” I wince as the drink burn my throat. As I take a second to readjust to the sensation I look around and see y/n taking a break by the bar, but not with Morgan. A blonde who I’ve never seen before was cozying up to her side and whispering things in her ear. I could tell she was trying to ignore her but it still made my blood boil.

“Oh no, JJ’s jealous!” Rossi called out to everyone. Collectively all eyes then landed on my girlfriend and this woman at the bar.

“Oh damn JayJ she’s got your girl, what you gunna do?” I hear Morgan say to me as he walks up to the table.

“I’m going to wait a bit, see what happens.” Everyone shared a look that I didn’t care to analyse right now and went back to staring down this random blonde and sipping my drink.

After y/n was handed her drink she went back to the dane floor, I’m assuming to look for Derek, but instead she was met with two hands in her waist and a girl practicing grinding on her. That is my breaking point. She was visibly uncomfortable, what is with this girl?

“JJ!” Y/n shouted as she saw me approaching. I smiled sweetly at her and then glared at the woman now standing next her, with an arm resting on her hip.

“Uhm, who’s this?” The snarky girl asked. Y/n tried to sneak away from her to me but she was having none of it.

“I’m her girlfriend who are you?” The look of shock the flashed across this girls face was priceless. Instantly she let y/n/n go and she walked off.

“Hey are you okay?” I ask as she practically falls into my arms.

“Yeah I’m fine, just hated her.” I laughed at this then said, “You and me both. You’re mine, and no one else’s.” She looked into my eyes and gave me a small peck on the cheek and began to sway, with a shit eating grin on her face.

I smile at her antics and sway along with her. I pull her in by her hips and her arms find their way around my neck pulling my head to meet hers in a sweet kiss. Our lips moved together and it was like the world around us was drowned out. As if we were the only two people in this place, y/n/n had that effect on me. I tugged on her bottom lip and like clockwork she parted her lips to give my tongue entrance. We explored each other’s mouths like it was the first time again.

As we pulled away she smiled at me when her favourite song came on and her face lit up.

“OH MY GOD JAY WE HAVE TO DANCE TO THIS ONE!” I agree with her and we begin dancing together. Not with any real coordination, just enjoying ourselves.

[resowrites]

Growing Pains - oneshot.

Summary: Henry does his best to reassure his pregnant wife about her changing body…

Pairings: AU!Henry Cavill x Wife!OC

Warnings: fluff, banter/British humour, language, dialogue heavy, nondescript OC body type/appearance, some talk of body image issues, hastily written/lightly proofread.

WC: 1320

A/N: My work must not be copied, reposted, or translated elsewhere. Likes, follows, reblogs and comments are thoroughly welcome and appreciated! Gifs/pics not my own. I hope you all enjoy and thanks for visiting!

Growing Pains - oneshot.

"Are these scales broken?" Her voice echoed from the bathroom, causing Henry to look up from the book he was reading.

"No, why?"

"It says I've gained three pounds!"

"… So?"

"What do you mean 'so?'" He blinked, unsure of the correct response.

"Well… you're pregnant. Surely you expected to start gaining a bit of weight?" Her mouth dropped open.

"Three pounds is hardly a 'bit' of weight, I'm not even out of the first trimester!" She harrumphed and began stepping on and off the scale.

"Careful, you'll break them."

"Why, cos now I've gotten so fat?!" She snapped.

"Okay, this is obviously gunna be a long one," Henry muttered as he temporarily closed his book.

"What was that?"

"Nothing! Ollie, I don't know what you expect me to say, just try turning them on and off again." She began fiddling with the underside of the scales, though a much deeper frown appeared on her face.

"Now it says 'error,' oh God, am I so big I've busted them?"

"No, now come to bed."

"What happened to the manual scales you had?"

"I dunno, all we've got is the kitchen scales--"

"And how am I expected to use them?!"

"Well, I suppose you could always weigh yourself bit by bit and then add up the numbers?" He could see her nostrils flare. "Or I could fill the bath to the brim and measure the volume of water spilled--"

"Carry on matey and I will drown you in that bloody bathtub!"

"See? You don't want my ideas you just want to mean. Well, I'll bid you goodnight, madam." Henry then turned over to go to sleep.

"Oh no you don't!" She ripped back the bed covers.

"You know those scales probably are broken, you must have burned a good two hundred calories just this last half an hour having a go at me--"

"Oh shut up!"

"Why?! All I've done is try and help you!"

"No, you haven't, you've just been a little turd as per usual."

"Well then stop being ridiculous and come to bed, you look fine."

"Just fine?!" He sighed.

"Ravishing, exquisite, magnificent… now come to bed." She stepped off the scales a final time and turned to look at Henry pleadingly.

"Darling, I need you to be honest."

"Uh oh…"

"Is my arse the size of Japan?" He struggled not to laugh.

"… Which part?" She huffed and threw a toilet roll at Henry. "Oh come on, you were begging for that! If you're that concerned about your arse, come over here and let me get a good look at it…"

"I think not, pervert. God, I can't believe I've put on so much weight, at this rate I'll have a backside a hundred miles wide by the end of my pregnancy!"

"That's about the size of Osaka isn't it?"

"Henry, this is not a joke!"

"Well, are you sure you weren't three pounds heavier beforehand?"

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY?!"

"Calm down, I was only trying to help! You look beautiful Ollie, always have, always will." But she wasn't listening.

"Perhaps the weight's gone to my chest, do my boobs look bigger?"

"How would I know? You won't rest them on my face for me to be able to tell." That time she threw a towel at him. "Will you please stop chucking the contents of our bathroom at me?!"

"No, I will not. Now answer me, do my boobs look bigger?"

"I dunno, stand to the side--"

"HENRY I AM LOSING MY SODDING PATIENCE!"

"Well, what a bloody surprise! Anyway, you don't want reassurance you just want someone to be mad at. It's not my fault you're pregnant!"

"Oh no, then whose fault is it? Our Amazon driver?"

"Oh that reminds me, did my protein powder come today--"

"HENRY!"

"Alright, alright. And if you're looking for tampons to throw they're on the second shelf in the bathroom cabinet." She then got so mad she slammed the bathroom door, causing Henry to giggle. "Do you want me to bring in your pillow so you can be comfier?"

"Fuck off."

"Suit yourself. I wouldn't sleep in the bath though, it'll make your snoring echo." She unexpectedly opened the door.

"You're right, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to overreact. Come here…" She held out her arms for a hug and he darted out of bed, eager to oblige. But without warning, she shoved Henry into the bathroom and locked the door.

"What… what are you doing? Ollie?! Let me out!"

"No, I don't think I will. Goodnight Henry, if you get cold wrap yourself in the shower curtain--"

"Wait! I'm sorry okay?!"

"No, you're not, you were rude and unsupportive of your pregnant wife--"

"Yes, and I'm sorry--"

"Don't interrupt! You have to learn Henry, and if that means you spend the night in the bathroom, then so be it."

"Well at least let me say goodnight to the baby!"

"Nope, they're annoyed with you too."

"How can you tell?"

"Cos I've got heartburn--"

"Then let me out and I'll bring you up a cup of tea and Rennies--"

"Nope, not good enough." He wracked his brains.

"Alright then, how about a foot rub?" She considered it for a moment. Henry seized his chance. "And you don't look bigger to me, but even if you did it wouldn't matter. I'd love you if you weighed a thousand pounds--"

"Are you trying to tell me I look ginormous?!" He swallowed hard.

"No! Just that I don't care what happens either way. I love you, darling - big arse or small." Henry could practically feel her anger radiating toward him. She then became eerily quiet and he half expected an axe to crash through the bathroom door. "Ollie? Is everything okay? Can you open the door? I'm not sure I locked all the knives away in the kitchen…" But what Henry heard in response sounded like whimpering. She was crying. His heart lept into his throat. "Ollie, let me out, please. Ollie? Oh, darling… I'm sorry, okay? There's no need to get upset, I was just joking! You know I never know what to say, I'm a man, alright? Stupidity is second nature to us… Ollie? Just open the door so I can see you're alright." Reluctantly she agreed and the look on her face made Henry's stomach drop. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. "Now, you listen to me. You're growing a human life. It's messy, difficult, and yes, your body's going to change. But it's the last thing I want you to worry about--"

"But what if you won't find me attractive anymore!" She wailed.

"Don't be daft--"

"Henry, stop acting like we're a regular couple. You could have anyone--"

"Stop right there. I chose you to be my wife for a reason. And no, it wasn't just the sex," she rolled her eyes. "Now, you and your lovely arse are going to get into this bed so it can be appreciated in all its glory--" she quickly dashed to the wardrobe, removing something Henry could only get a glimpse of. When he saw what she put on, he burst out laughing. "I didn't know they were remaking Little House on the Prairie!" She threw an alarm clock at Henry though he managed to catch it one-handed.

"Stop it! You said I was attractive no matter what!"

"Yeah, but there's a limit! Did my mum loan you that?" He pointed up and down at the long, cotton nightie.

"No, she did not! And if you don't mind, I'm already feeling self-conscious!"

"Well, there's no need to wear a potato sack! Hang on, I think I've got some long johns I can put on…" She threw up her hands in defeat and swiftly removed the nightdress. Henry let out a low whistle. "Much better! Come here, you…" She giggled as he chased her into bed.

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[alchemyofmaya]

I met a man. a man that things could’ve gone really well with. a man I expressed my needs and boundaries with. a man I felt completely secure with, until I didn’t. Life was life, lack of communication and clarity triggered my anxious attachment, and then his nonchalance and avoidance, triggered my avoidant attachment and I, in a fog of my own emotions, pushed him away.. not wanting him to have to deal with the chaos that I sometimes come with, when I feel unsafe.

Not wanting to be a burden, but at the same time hoping that he would think I’m still worth the investment, that my pain isn’t too much, that he would want to be the space where I could learn to handle it. Pushing him away showing him what a mess I am, but hoping he still wanted to learn to love me through the mess (imma lil psycho but really not).

In the past, for one I would never have risked expressing my needs and boundaries, just accepting the inconsistency and breadcrumbing. But I swear I was having panic attacks, my intuition was yelling at me that something needed to be said, that I needed to speak up for myself even through the fear of losing him or coming off as too needy or sensitive.

And I would’ve stayed too long, begging for bare minimum affection. But healing has taught me to value my worth. At least I’m making progress. All I could think of was that little girl, so abused and traumatized, who didn’t want to hide her pain anymore and just wanted to be around someone who would see that pain, and still want to hold her.

So I had to say something, even if I didn’t say it in the best way (I’m still learning). I faced a real fear.

And then he didn’t reply. So I had to face another. Of not taking it personal. Of realizing that he truly doesn’t have the capacity to deal with that, and that has nothing to do with my worth, and that is okay. My fear of abandonment and rejection.. all in one.

Instead of pining and crying over him and thinking of ways to manipulate and control the situation, to make him see my worth and want to stay.. I’m staying with myself. With these emotions. Realizing, that in isolation yes I learned what I needed to heal and mechanisms I can practice to cope and deal, but I need to face the situations that scare me, in order to be able to nurture the core wounds, that will be triggered.. until I do have a support system that won’t set off my fight-or-flight response, and will give me the reassurance that makes me feel seen, heard.. safe and secure.

I don’t need another person to help me heal. I do need the support to feel safe enough to face the parts of myself that are too broken for me to face and heal alone. I have to admit that to myself first. There’s no shame in needing people (I’m learning).

Anyways. No more bypassing. Even if at the moment I’m doing it alone. I’m gunna write here more, regardless of anyone reading or not, tumblr has always made me feel not so alone.

[onamentalone]

❛Earshot❜

pairings: post outbreak! Joel x fem!oc

summary: when being made partners shortly after the departure of Jess, Joel decides to confess the feelings he’s kept cooped up after Ellie spurs him on, however, she quickly lives to regret it.

warnings: implied smut, age gap, language

///

“Fuck!” Ellie yelled, loosing yet another round of rock, paper, scissors to the girl sat in the passenger seat. “You seriously suck at this.” Thea laughed, preparing for a new game.

Joel suspected that this was one of the only times that Thea had actually interacted with someone closer to her age. I mean yeah, she was still 6 years older than Ellie but it was certainly a rare occurrence to see adolescence since the rise of the cordyceps infection.

“Hey! Eyes on the map please!” Joel snapped.

Thea quickly turned around and flattened the paper map onto her lap, following previous lines in order to find their current location.

The girl stole a quick glance at Joel, one hand on the steering wheel and one resting by the window. His eyebrows furrowed and that permanent sheen of dirt across his forehead that could not be shifted despite the shower he had taken earlier at Frank and Bill’s house.

“Alright, that’s enough for today.” Joel huffed, before pulling off the side of the road, through a field, and then into a small patch of trees.

Thea opened the door almost immediately, glad to finally stretch her legs after hours of driving. Joel’s eyes wandered to the girls ass as she stepped out of the vehicle, taking a sharp inhale before doing the same.

///

“You should just make your move already, macho man.” Ellie smiled, poking her stick around in the mud.

Joel quickly shifted his sight line from Thea, who was checking the area for any signs of other life form a few acres away, back to the pot of ravioli that he was cooking.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He said in a dismissive tone, knowing exactly what Ellie was referring to.

“Mhm sure, I saw you checking her out earlier.”

Not wanting to dig himself further into a hole, Joel stayed quiet. Knowing there was no excuse that he could make up that would seem plausible.

“She likes you, ya know.”

“No she doesn’t. She’s young enough to be my … daughter.”

“Have you seen the way she looks at you!? Seriously just fuck her already!”

Joel simply grunted in response, tapping a spoon against the side of the pot to indicate the food was ready.

///

“How long are we actually staying out here?” Ellie asked.

“Me ‘nd Thea take turns on watch tonight, then drive tomorrow all day, all night. Get us to Wyoming by next mornin’.”

“Can we start a fire, I’m freezing.” Ellie asked.

“Now why am I going to tell you no?” Joel replied in a slightly passive tone.

“Because infected will see the smoke?”

“No. Fungus isn’t that smart. This is too remote for infected anyway.”

“People?” Ellie said, raising her eyebrows as she spoke. “So what’re they gunna do, rob us?”

“Oh, they’ll have way more in mind that that.” Thea spoke, causing Ellie to fall quiet.

///

“Thea. Thea! Wake up!” Joel hissed into the girls ear.

She groaned before rubbing her eyes and sitting upwards.

“Time for you to take watch.” He whispered.

She could barely make his face out in the dark but she could tell he was tired. Joel grabbed both of the girls hands before pulling her up and handing her the gun.

A couple of hours had passed since Joel had woken Thea up. The girl had began to feel drowsy but she knew she had to push through the feeling. Something she couldn’t quite shake however was the extremely low temperature.

She opened one of the car doors and rifled through the unorganised supplies before coming across one of Joel’s spare jackets.

However, before she was able to put it on, a twig snapped behind the girl. She quickly turned, holding her gun and a torch up to be met by a slightly terrified Joel.

“Woah!” He said, putting up his hands. Thea lowered the gun and let out a sigh of relief.

“Jesus christ.”

“You alright?” Joel asked, softening his gaze once the girl had let her guard down.

“Yeah yeah, just … freezing.” She explained.

Joel took the gun off the girl, placing it on the floor, before he took his jacket out of the girls tight clutch and draped it around her shoulders.

“Better?” Joel asked with a smile. the girl only chuckled in return, using her hands to tug the jacket closer around her body.

“Uhm, I know something else that could warm you up…” He stated in a meek tone, taking a step closer to the girl.

“What are you implying Joel Miller?” Thea giggles.

Joel closed the car door before pushing the girl up against the vehicle. He wasted no time getting into a heated make out session with Thea, both of their jackets discarded onto the floor and their bodies tangled.

“You know I’ve liked you for a while. You are gorgeous” He whispered, disconnecting their lips for a momentary breather.

Thea couldn’t take another second without his tongue roaming her mouth, she wrapped her forearms around his neck tightly and continued the kiss. Joel immediately reciprocates, released his firm grip around the girls ass and beginning to un-button his shirt.

“Hold on, are you sure? Ellie is sleeping just over there.” She asked, worry overcoming her other emotions.

“She’s out cold, just make sure not to make too much noise.” He smirked.

They didn’t exactly stick to that pact. A few small moans and a few ‘fuck’s had escaped Thea’s mouth but other than that, they both assumed they’d gone unheard.

///

“Nice jacket.” Ellie remarked. “Things get a little heated last night?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Thea scoffed, sitting down next to the girl.

“Oh really? Because those sounds I heard last night say differently. Oh! And how could I forget the vigorous shaking of the truck?” Ellie smiled, knowing she was about to get a reaction.

Thea stayed silent, side eyeing Ellie as she watched the girl happily dissect a dead leaf.

“Oh Joel! Fuck, you’re so big!” Ellie mimicked, turning to watch Thea’s face drain of all colour.

“Look, all I’m saying is, if this is gunna become a regular occurrence, please make sure I am out of earshot!” Ellie said after a few seconds of uncomfortable silence, throwing the leaf back into the floor.

“What’re you two yapping about?” Joel asked, eyebrows knitted together and his hands set on his hips.

“Oh! Only the fact that you two wer-” Thea throw a hand over Ellie’s mouth, causing the pair to tumble onto the floor. Joel only scoffed at the sight of the girls wrestling in the dirt.

[aquaquadrant]

Deep Breath in.... Deep Breath out....SCREAMING

Thank you for this amazing update it was so so good. I will probably end up sending multiple asks (apologies in advance) because there is so much to process. This was such an amazing chapter! Your ability to capture these strong emotions and display what I feel is accurate characterizations is truly captivating. I've been so pumped for this chapter and I was just so blown away by it.

God first off Impulse. IMPULSE!!! My man literally carried Tango to a safe place, helped the ranchers feel safe, and just went full Dad mode. I flipped when he went full demon mode after finding out what happened to Tango. Man was ready to enter Hels and destroy Hels Tek block by block.

Jimmy getting hints about Watcher stuff as well was *chef kisses*. Kinda curious can Martyn and Scott hear what the Watchers are saying to Jimmy? Martyn seemed to step in just when they were getting extra hurtful.

God you fed us with Ranchers too. I was so happy that Tango may slowly be starting to get that he is loved. The way Jimmy didn't back down. uggggg perfection

Also Tango associating quartz with Hels was so painful. My man went through every trauma response this chapter and probably will still hit like 30 more.

Small questions you might not be able to answer yet but will ask anyways. When Tango went through the portal, is it still open on Double Life or did Jimmy get in at the last second? If Tango did break the portal would he or Bravo be able to get back to the rest of the universe? You mentioned that Bravo's sense of superiority shows up differently in Tango, is that Tango enjoys watching other suffers. That he enjoys the power it gives him or is that more of a trauma response due to strong need to be in control and by killing others he feels like he is strong enough to protect himself? Or I guess a combo of both hahaha. Ummmm last question for now can I like stab Atlas for like everything? Especially the collar? That cool ya awesome I'm gunna assume that's a yes

HEY NOVA always great to hear from my readers, no apologies needed ^^ i’m glad u enjoyed it!

loved getting to give impulse a bigger role in this update- as tango’s oldest friend on hc, it just made sense that he’d be front and center. and getting to show demon mode was the cherry on top 👌

martyn and scott CAN indeed hear jimmy’s watchers if they’re close enough, scott just tries his best to pretend they don’t exist out of spite while martyn is more sympathetic to being the brunt of their jokes. neither of them want to talk to jimmy abt it tho bc they think he’s better off not knowing abt the watchers, even tho the alternative is him thinking his own thoughts are super mean ;(

(but neither of them were close enough to catch grian’s brief slip into watcher state, in case anyone was wondering)

GLAD U ENJOYED THE RANCHER MEAL 💃 there’s a lot of interesting hels dynamics and worldbuilding and angst to explore in this au but at the end of the day, this is a rancher’s au for a reason 🙏😤

obvi u sent this in before i answered other asks abt it but JUST in case u didn’t catch those, tango was interrupted before he could break the portal, and if it were broken, they would still be able to open a portal out of hels using another player’s data.

as for ur other question, it’s def a bit of both. tango’s always had a bit of sadism in him as an amplification of bravo’s superiority complex. one of his favorite pastimes pre-hels tek was to set traps outside of the cities and wait for players to stumble into them and perish terribly, while he watched with delight. but after hels tek, he fixated more on mob farms as a way of trying to reclaim that trauma, while ALSO being a more socially-acceptable way to scratch that itch.

and last but not least, u can TRY to stab atlas but ur gonna have to wait at the end of a very long line.

[patchiko]

🌻 anon has re-entered the building 😌

I loved your whole post on Jason with a Doberman 🥺 . Personally I always sawJason Todd (not specifically AK) with a Pitbull (totally projecting haha 😂 [courtesy of my labrabull]) but after everything you’ve said about Dobermans… oh yeah… AKJason + Dober = 🫶 it’s a match made in heaven! I’m convinced 💯 (also your relationship with your dog really resonated with me and my own 😄 dogs are so amazing 😭)

Noooooow…. I recentley read your “AK jay getting head first time” post (¬ ͜ ¬) … fantastic ❤️ not gunna lie I want this man moanin 👏 gruntin 👏 cursin 👏 I want him making all kinds of needy whiny noises. Makes me wonder what it takes to make him rip the bed sheets and crack the headboard? 👁️ 👁️ (even if it’s a rarity 😭)

(I will say that’s its so sad seeing how hard it is for Jason to put down any of his barriers to even allow himself such pleasures 😞 it’s a long long long road of recovery for Jason. You are so right in saying that it’s probably really hard for him to relinquish any control or to give himself these pleasures. I don’t know much about trauma so I don’t know what or how long the road to recovery is…. But I don’t see AK Jason showing substantial healing until his 30s or maybe even 40s)

Anyway sorry for the long response. You have such a good grasp on AK Jason and it’s such good content 😭

HSHSHSHS THANK YOU 🌻 ANON. Dw about a “long response” i love every word of it!! —AND HSISHSJS LITERALLY JUMPS UP AND DOWN ‘You have such a good grasp on Ak Jason and its such good content.” STOP ANON IM GONNA EXPLODE THANK YOU. MY AUTISM IS SCREAMJGN DHEISH

AK JAY WOULD TOTES EITHER HAVE A DOBES OR A PITBULL!! My families got a pit, shes the sweetest damn thing. I could totally see him having one, their personality just links up soo goood. Him coming home to a silly ass pitbull is so fun to imagine, its snorting and shit and all he can do is smile.

OUH— 🌻 ANON, I WANT AK!JAY GRUNTIN N’ MOANIN’ TOOOOO. He definitely fucks up the bed while topping after coming back from one of his longer trips outside of gotham🤫🤭

And you’re very right about his trauma. Ak!Jays trauma isn’t gonna properly be healed in like 2-3 years its taking actual TIME. Definitely till he’s in his 30’s or 40’s maybe even longer because of his ongoing trauma (him working as The Red Hood) UUHHGG I WANNA WATCH HIM GROW AS A PERSON (HES FICTIONAL AND IM NOT STABLE.)

[whooambouttamakeanameformyself]

Hi! I was just wondering if your still taking requests for Billy Butcherson (aka the best zombie ever).

Then maybe you won’t mind righting a short fic about the Reader (or one of the kids in hocus pocus, whatever your comfortable with) tucking Billy's hair behind their ear to help them get it out of their face and just realizing how frizzy his hair is and asks if he’s okay with them brushing it?

Anyway, I hope you have a good day/night!

I am absolutely still taking Requests for Billy! I love writing for him He's so cute! :)

(And in response to your other message, I understood! I'm gunna make this a platonic reader short but if you want a more fluffy one I can write another one!)

~~~~~~~

Hair care

Billy Butcherson x GN! Reader.

Warnings: possible cussing, cute platonic stuff.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Billy had been sitting on one of the memorial benches in the graveyard, enjoying the cool autumn air, when, much to his surprise, you sat down beside him. He looked over to you and gave you a warm smile "Good afternoon Y/N, how are you doing?" You returned the smile, happy to see him smiling "I'm good, how about yourself? I don't usually see you up and about during the day" you let out a soft chuckle. Billy laughed, shaking his head "I'm fine, I'm actually awake because I wanted to ask you something." He cleared his throat before beginning to speak again "I was hoping you'd show me a few pieces of the artwork you always talk about."

Excited, you practically dragged the poor zombie back to your home where you left him standing in the kitchen, watching you move with a confused look on his face.

You pulled some of your more recent pieces from your art room and brought them into the kitchen, laying them onto the counter infront of him. He looked down at them, some loose hairs falling into his face as his eyes curiously scanned each piece. You gently brushed the hairs out of his face, tucking them behind his ear and finally taking a good look at his hair "Oh my."

Billy turned his attention to you "what? What's wrong?" You shook your head "nothing! I was just looking at your hair..."

Billy nodded with a sheepish smile "yeah... I know it's really messy, I'm sorry." He tried to run his fingers through his hair but it was near impossible due to the amount of knots.

"I can brush it out for you if you'd like, or at least get it a little more under control." You offered, an offer he accepted happily.

You grabbed one of your extra brushed and a bottle of detangler (you ended up needing two) before getting to work brushing out his hair, being careful to not pull too hard in fear of his head coming off.

It took you a few hours and several bottles of detangler but you managed to brush all of the knots out of his hair and to your surprise his hair was fairly long! And once brushed out it was very soft and wavy. When you showed Billy your finished work his face lit up and he pulled you into a bone crushing hug, thanking you profusely "Oh Y/N! Thank you so much! You have no idea how much I appreciate you doing this for me!"

You hugged back with a bright smile "you're very welcome Billy, anything for you."

(End)

I hope this was okay!

[imactuallyagiraffe]

!!!!VENT!!!!

one of my irl friends is a taylor swift hater. and he basically put a whole video essay on his close friends story about how the album is bad. AFTER ADMITTING HE ONLY LISTENED TO THE PREVIEWS NOT THE WHOLE ALBUM. anyway i don’t care about that. but he was like. talking about how she said in the 1830s but without all the racists. and he was basically being like bitch ur not black what do u know about racism. NO SHIT BUT THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH ANYTHING. and he was like. it sounded like she was just trying not to get cancelled. AND THAT MADE ME SO MAD BECAUSE HE CLEARLY DIDNT LISTEN. and then he went on to say how there was no lyrical genius in the whole album. anyway i wrote him a long response and didn’t send it so i’m gunna put it here.

okay look i don’t want another fight over this lol and i agree with a lot of what ur saying i just have to say this one thing because i have to. it says without all the racists or being married off for the highest bid. and obvi she doesn’t know first hand about racism but she does know about sexism. but that’s not even what the lyric is about. it’s about how things tend to look better in retrospect than what they actually were. it’s all fun and games to want palaces and amazing ball gowns but when u actually think about it, it probably sucked back then. the lyric has nothing to do with the 1830s it’s a metaphor for nostalgia being deceiving. which she says if u actually listen.

anyway the fact that he didnt pick up on any of that and thought she was just trying not to get cancelled for wanting to go back to 1830 shows he clearly did not listen properly which cancels anything he said about the lyrics being bad. AND I KNOW THERE ARE MID OR BASIC LYRICS ON THE ALBUM. personally i don’t think taylor swift is a lyrical genius i think she has a good handful of stunning lyrics but her strength is in story telling and relatability.

anyway and then he was like. oh and there were big words sometimes. but it sounded like when u put big words in an essay to sound smart but it doesn’t actually mean anything. I DISAGREE. I AM A BIG WORD APPRECIATER. BIG WORDS IN SONGS ARE SO SATISFYING. SO SO SATISFYING. AND IDK I DONT THINK U CAN SAY A LYRIC WITH BIG WORDS IN IT IS BASIC. BECAUSE BY PUTTING BIG WORDS IT MAKES IT NOT BASIC. U CANT SAY THE LYRIC “take the words for what they are; a dwindling mercurial high” IS A BASIC LYRIC. MAYBE IT HAS A BASIC MEANING BUT THE BIG WORDS MAKE IT AN UNBASIC LYRIC. TELL ME YOUVE HEARD SOMEONE ELSE SAY THAT IN A SONG. and they are really nice words. like say dwindling. how nice is that

and the fact that he thinks he’s entitled to criticise her so heavily when he clearly didn’t pay much attention just pisses me righht off.

anyway i think that’s all from me.

[shigarakis-cumdump]

Day 6: Mirror Sex With Bakugo

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Title: That Face of Yours

Summary: Date night wasn't supposed to be like this, but this was better than dinner anyways, right?

Cw: Degradation, choking, slight impact play, spitting

Word Count: 557

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

“Look into the mirror while I fuck this pussy. What a little whore I have, drooling and pantin’ over my dick,” he taunts you, “fuckin’ pathetic.” 

“I’m pathetic, a pathetic mess for you, daddy!” You whine as you stare back at yourself, tits bouncing in time with his thrusts. His chiseled body behind you was all you wanted to look at, but anytime your gaze shifted, Bakugo would take his free hand and grip your jaw to reposition your line of sight. 

You didn’t know what landed you in this position, you were supposed to go out for a date night to a nice restaurant to celebrate Katsuki’s promotion. 

“W-We’re gunna be late, Katsu..” you pant. 

“Fuck it; this is a good enough date night f’me,” he says. He wraps his hand around your throat and tightens his grip, watching the little panicked look you had before melting into his touch. 

Your pretty floral dress had been long forgotten by the time Katsuki was finished eyeing you up and down. As soon as he came into the room asking if you were ready, he stopped dead in his tracks and his pants grew tight instantly. 

“Ya looked to fucking pretty to go out anyways- only I get to see you like this, you’re mine.” He blurts out possessively. 

“M’ yours, all yours, daddy!” 

“That’s my good girl,” he praises. Katsuki lets your leg fall and pushes you down on all fours. He grabs a tuft of your hair to pull your head up while he fucks you from behind. You can see his cocky grin in the mirror behind you, knowing he’s getting off on how pathetic you look for him. A heavy hand comes down on your ass with a lingering heat making you wince. 

“Aw c’mon, can’t handle a little slap from me now? Don’t tell me you’re fucked out already; we just started.” He taunts you with another few slaps, each one hotter and rougher than before. He only stops when he sees tears in your eyes and a bright red hand mark left behind. 

“Is my little baby crying? What happened to my tough bitch, huh?”

“Too much, Katsu, feels too good, shit,” you groan. Katsuki laughs at you and leans down close to your face. 

“Look at me.” You look up at the mirror and stare at his reflection, “not there, dumbass. Right at me.” He reiterates. As you turn your head to actually face him, he spits in your face before rubbing it around with his hand. He was always rough with you, and you loved every second of it. 

“Are you my little whore?” He asks. You weakly nod in response, but that wasn’t the answer he was looking for. “Be a big girl, use your words.” 

“Yes, I’m your little whore, daddy!” You cry out, beginning to feel overwhelmed from his cock. 

“I can feel you gettin’ tighter, you gunna cum for me pretty?” He whispers in your ear. 

“Please can I cum for you, Kats? Need it so bad..” 

Katuski chuckles and pulls out abruptly. He flips you on your back and lines himself up with your tits before cumming all over them, leaving a pretty sight for him to enjoy. 

“Nah, I don’t think so. Maybe I’ll let ya when we get back from dinner.” He replies.

[iminthetunnels]

yesterday was so amazing until it wasn’t. we had a beautiful picnic around noon, walked around for a while. stayed hydrated, altho we both ran out of water, which means carry an extra 64 oz. no problem.

we get home, he’s acting only slightly weird towards 7pm, which is kinda usual bc it’s almost bedtime, we had a long day exploring around. and then uhhhhh he had a huge seizure. but he was more cognizant he had ever been after one. today he’s using full sentences and telling me what he wants, which usually, i give him options and he choose from there. but today he told me himself.

and then -______- i had a massive panic attack after everything. the whole, body numb, racing thoughts, heart attack symptoms. so i’m freaking out. which usually never happens. i compose myself rly well (i was also by myself and no one saw me) my dumbass texted my ex husband and everything, which i NEVER do LMAOOO and i know why…. he’s like “he’s fine, you don’t have to panic so hard” idk why i even try with that… he’s not even been around him in a full year. so it’s like. why do i bother with that when i’m just gunna be met with the most insane response.

anyways. he’s fine, he’s doing so good. and i’m fine too.

[getsusekaii]

he's not one for tradition when it comes to certain holidays, but yoshida makes the exception today, specifically white day. denji had given him chocolates last month and he wanted to return the favor, it was the only batch he had made the previous night after looking up a recipe online. he already knows the captured hearts of high school girls will warrant ire since denji is the only one receiving chocolates from him, but he didn't care for anyone but the blonde. the handmade package is carefully grapsed in his hand as he enters the classroom. there's a smirk on his lips as he makes his way towards denji. the very act of giving these box of chocolates is a response in itself, unspoken between the two, of the feelings he wishes to quell into the pits of the ocean. yoshida's smile is something to be put on a museum, displayed by the lourve. it was the softest of sunrises as he tells the other,❛ happy white day, denji. ❜ he reveals the white box with a neat red bow on it as to keep the aesthetics. yoshida wouldn't say that he stayed up a little bit longer than usual, but he knows how denji would react. he would call him a sap for it, but he didn't really care. ❛ if you give it to anyone else, i won't go out with you for a week.❜ it's questionable things that would make people raise their brows but it just meant he wouldn't treat him out after their tutor sessions. ❛ want me to feed you ?❜ he doesn't care for the lingering stares, the girls that might find him princely even though he rarely opens up. yoshida doesn't make any motions to leave but instead he pulls up a chair. he would rather be a background character, but he knows he stands out among the crowd. the truth is his attention could only be denji's. ❛ is that a blush i see ?❜ the teasing continues.

ever since the events of the past summer, something about denji's relationship with yoshida had changed. where they were merely friends before, there was something fundamentally different in the way they treated one another denji can't put his finger on quite yet. it's what drove him to compulsively give him chocolate on valentine's day. he hadn't expected anything in return, in fact he'd kind of forgotten about white day as a whole; that is until he hears a murmur amongst the classroom. the chicks were getting excited about something, which grabs denji's attention quick, and has him looking at yoshida as he smoothly approaches him.

it shouldn't be a surprise, the duo were always seen together. however with the mix of unfamiliar feelings, and the gift denji quickly catches sight of, this — this was new.

right, it was white day; denji's eyes flit nervously to the stares around them. yoshida's fangirls were all in a mix of awe, jealousy, surprise; but denji can't seem to focus on it for too long. yoshida's voice brings his attention back to him, a soft stammer to his insistence of not sharing with anyone else. denji wouldn't admit how it made his heart skip an important beat, the blood rushing fast to his cheeks and dusting them in a light red. though he gains a sense of himself back when he says he won't go out with him for a week.

( the odd stares only increased; go out with denji for a week? what was yoshida saying? )

“d-don' say stuff like that, you sap. people're gunna get th' wrong idea,” he hisses, watching yoshida. this guy loved to rile him up; get his blood rushing, make his stomach flip, and his feelings feel so out of wack for something that felt so right. wedging his bottom lip between his teeth, he doesn't give an answer to yoshida asking to feed him. he's going to do it anyways, right? he has been feeding him a lot lately, and denji hasn't rejected him. why start now? he pouts, frowning as he takes a seat next to him, teasing him about the state of his emotions as always. “i ain't blushin'! sheesh... are ya gunna feed me or no? i'mma just take one for myself,” he huffs while opening the box.

he stuck a piece in his mouth, and immediately his face changed from mild annoyance to pure surprise and delight. “oh..., these are good,” denji whispers licking his fingers of the remaining sweet.

white day › unprompted <3

[kalid-raven]

Raincoats for Ducks (Quotes)

Wolf: Why should I make my bed, when I'm just gunna unmake it to sleep in it anyways? Bell: Why should I feed you if your just gunna die anyways? Wolf: Wolf: I'll go make my bed-

Bell: Don't break someone's heart, they only have one. Wolf: Break one of their bones instead, they have 206 of them.

Bell: You spent all our money on THIS?? Wolf, putting tiny raincoats on ducklings: They live outside. They need this.

Wolf: You’re charged with…..breaking into a pet store? Bell: I thought the animals might be lonely.

Wolf: Sleep is the body’s best safety mechanism. Bell: How so? Wolf: It keeps you from screwing up for 8 hours.

Bell: I’ve been dropping them the most insanely obvious hints for like a year now. No response. Wolf: Wow. They sound stupid. Bell: But they’re not. They’re really smart actually. Just dense. Wolf: Maybe you need to be more obvious? Like, I don’t know… “Hey! I love you!” Bell: I guess you’re right. Hey Wolf, I love you. Wolf: See! Just say that! Bell: Holy fucking shit. Wolf: If that flies over their head then, sorry Bell, but they're too dumb for you. Bell: Wolf.

Bell: I found a note in one of my old word .docs that said Note to self: Get revenge on Wolf. Bell: Except I couldn't remember what I was supposed to get revenge for. Bell: But I trusted my own judgment, so I went with it. Wolf: Hmm... I don't know what you were supposed to get revenge for, either. Bell: I can only assume you got what was coming to you. Not 100 percent sure, though. Wolf: Well, whatever I did, I guess I deserved it. Bell: Let that possibly be a lesson to you.

Bell, pointing a camera at Wolf: There they are, our sweet baby. Wolf, holding a cigarette and a beer: What-?

Wolf: Every zoo is a petting zoo unless you’re a coward. Bell: I’m worried about you.

Bell, throwing a pokeball at Wolf: Wolf, I choose you! Wolf, not looking up from their book and catching it: You need an Ultra ball to catch this Legendary Pokémon.

Bell: Wolf, no. Wolf: Wolf, yes.

Bell: Hey Wolf, I’ve got an idea for how to solve this. Wolf, pulling out a shotgun: Yeah? Bell: Wh- No! That’s not the idea, Wolf!

Wolf: Life is like Bell. It's short.

Bell: My hands are cold. Wolf: Here, let me hold them. Bell: My lips are cold too. Wolf: *covers Bell's mouth with their hand*

Wolf: I won a new phone in a race. Bell: Huh? What kind of race lets you win a phone, Wolf? Wolf: A race between the store owner, the cop, and me.

Bell: If I run and leap at Wolf, they will most certainly catch me in their arms. Bell, running towards Wolf: Coming in! Wolf: No! I’m holding coffee! Wolf: *Drops coffee and catches Bell*

Wolf: Hey guys, I found a spider. Cool little lad. Thanks for eating the mosquitos. Wolf: Oh no, where did it go? Bell: WOLF WHAT THE FUCK?!

Bell: Sorry it took so long to bail you out of jail. Wolf: No, it was my fault. I shouldn't have used my phone call to prank call the police station.

Bell: I want to be with you for the rest of my life. Wolf: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal. Bell, getting down on one knee: That's 'cause it is.

Wolf: How do you want your coffee? Bell: Black, like my soul. Wolf: Wolf: Bell, your soul is a latte.

Bell: Hey, wanna help me commit arson? Wolf: What the hell!? Bell: Oh, sorry, my bad. Bell, whispering: Wanna help me commit arson? Wolf, whispering: Of course. What do you need?

Bell: How many vampires do you think have been hit by a car backing up in a parking lot because the driver couldn’t see their reflection? Wolf: I’ve never considered it but you’re really shining light on what’s probably a very serious issue.

Wolf: Ow! Bell: What’s wrong? Wolf: I have this weird pain right above my eyebrow. Bell: It’s called a stress headache. I got my first one when I was four.

Wolf: Did you buy eggs like I asked? Bell: Even better! Wolf: What the fuck did you- Bell: *holding up a chicken* Her name is Fluffy.

Wolf: Is five a lot of followers? Bell: Depends on the context. Bell: On Instagram? No, not a lot of followers. Bell: In a dark alley? Yes, a lot of followers.

[talenlee]

Pokemon Choose Expressive Identities (To F*ck)

Since we’ve already established well and thoroughly that the nature of the creatures we call Pokemon is one where there’s an intentionality and a sapience to their reality that breaks a lot of the conventional rules and assumption of a modern realistic understanding of evolution, and therefore that evolution as a form of genetic distribution across a population based on reproductive fitness and —

oh yeah we’re talking about Pokemon and bodies and the fundamental relationship to society and bodies but it’s all filtered through, again, Pokemon bodies, and we’re going to talk about the ones that people draw porn of, so like, get out that’s got nothing for you —

Anyway, we know that Pokemon make choices about their evolution. We know that Pokemon aren’t evolving based on breeding and genes, and the entire course of evolution in the context of the universe is a byproduct of intelligent design. And now, thanks to the Paradox Pokemon and Fossil Pokemon, we have an idea of what Pokemon are like over time and how they change and relate to the world they’re in. When there are no people around, the Pokemon become less People-y. When the environment is very standardised, the Pokemon all converge on a specific thing to maximise that thing.

Basically we have evidence that Pokemon fundamentally have directed evolution based on their choices. New forms are discovered not as the byproduct of long threads of evolution but rather, Pokemon picking up new ideas and then through morphic resonance share them across the entire species. Or to simplify: Pokemon evolution is about the Pokemon making choices and largely, the rules are communal, not biological.

Take that as read, right?

Pokemon evolve to respond to wants and needs, and in response to emotional states. It’s a one-way thing, it transforms the personality, and it brings to bear new things and capacities that the Pokemon wants access to.

Pokemon forms are therefore based on their impressions and their representations. Pidgeot isn’t fast because it has huge wings, it has huge wings because that’s what it seems like would be necessary to be really fast. It’s all vibes. It’s what they project. Because the actual biology at work here is absolute pissing nonsense, then it’s all about style.

And uhhhh, hey, you know how some Pokemon look like people?

Some Pokemon look like just types of people.

You know the ones, if you’ve been on the internet for a while. Just in the context of the anime, you’ve probably seen Gengar, Meowth and Lucario that hang around and act like people. Like if you found out that a Lucario was working at a fast food place and handled your food your reaction wouldn’t be ‘a dog made my burger’ it’d be ‘oh look, what a little guy.’

And it is this Little Guyness that presents questions as the Pokemon in question behave traits that are like, functionally humanlike, and engage with human behaviours which include companionship. There’s a way that you can be integrated into human society if you represent yourself as being part of it – a Miltank can get up and walk to the store and probably pick up a cart, but it has a very different kind of reaction to the space and is going to be treated differently in the place. Even in the range of bodies humans have, there are bodies that are normative for spaces, and that means that a Pokemon that has a body comparable to a humanlike behaviour, with humanlike expressions, is socially gunna be considered a kind of human.

Even though it’s also a Pokemon.

And there’s extra complexity because of how they communicate with humans. If a Meowth can have a day job or a Gengar can run a store, then you’re dealing with people that effectively get to stand in the place of being normative humans and behave like that. They are people. Weird people, but people. That’s cool! Hypothetically it would mean that in the Pokemon universe, human bodies are seen as less normitive, which means that you know, you’re probably less likely to see fat people dehumanised, or people missing limbs or capacities (like hearing or sight!) as if they’re not humans, in the ways that that’s how society is built. The diversity of body types represented by the shapeshifting linguistically nonoperant monster people that live in society is a potential indicator for the body types of humans that society is set up to interface with.

Super interesting. The social is predicated on its exclusions. So what.

But here’s the thing. Here’s why we’re here. Here’s why we’re trying to not mention Smash Or Pass Buneary. This isn’t about whether or not people should be making Pokemon porn because who the hell cares about my opinions on it and it’s not about whether or not I would smash or pass any given Pokemon, given that I am friends with a number and, y’know, probably would, but no instead it’s about this particular strange example.

This entrepeneur.

This grown ass woman.

Sneasler!

Sneasler is in this category of Pokemon Who Are Clearly A Type Of Person, but it’s not from the main games. You haven’t seen it, probably, unless you’ve bought and played Pokemon Legends: Arceus, which is a time travel story set far in the ancient history of the Pokemon world. That’s where we get things like the in-narrative confirmation that Pokemon choose to get into balls, and the ability to shrink down into a ball is a thing Pokemon do to get in the Balls, not a thing that balls do to Pokemon.

And here, Sneasler is running around, looking extremely like a person…

… and in the modern day, Sneasels don’t evolve into Sneaslers any more.

Which is to say that at some point, in history, Sneaslers decided they didn’t want to be considered as hot as they are any more, and that, that’s fascinating to me. What kind of situation prompts Pokemon to give up an evolutionary line, to decide nope, nope, I’m good, I’m done, we’re not going to use that solution available to us.

Which I think means that Sneasler got bored of being treated like a person.

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