#while trying to still be fair to myself and what I can reasonably do

[wiishopchanelboots]

Been thinking about this quote from Mira Furlan's autobiography (For context, Mira Furlan was an actress, known by many as Delenn on Babylon 5, who fled Yugoslavia during the Yugoslav wars in the 90s and narrowly escaped to the U.S.) "Why does an emigrant continually make mental lists of those "special people" who helped him in times of distress? Why does this not occur so prominently in lives that are "normal," unbroken? Is it because the vulnerability of your situation puts you in a place where you suddenly NEED help? From your comfortable life, you're abruptly launched into a void where nothing and nobody awaits you. It's like being suddenly stripped naked in the midst of a crowd. It's like losing your voice in the middle of a theatre production. It's like everyone dear to you dropping dead at once and leaving you alone, surrounded only by foreign, indifferent faces. Sudden change from somebody to nobody sharpens your senses so that those rare good, compassionate people almost glow in the darkness of your new, bleak world. That's why the emigrant experience is so valuable in the end, despite all its hardship. It makes you see more clearly. It makes you recognize without a doubt the good people around you. And those have been and will always be very few, even in "normal" circumstances. The only difference is that now, in this new life of yours, you KNOW this with absolute certainty." . . . "In general, though, people in America would "help" by making one or two phone calls and disappearing from our lives if those phone calls didn't produce a result. In general, people were indifferent to our "situation." Americans prefer simple stories with clear separation between the "good guys" and the "bad guys." Where did "our story" fit? A new history was being created. Nationalism in Croatia was dismissed as a necessary by-product of Serbian aggression. We, the victims of the fascist tendencies of the "good guys," were just too complicated to even try to understand. Not only America, but the world needs simple stories. And to create those, truth is most often sacrificed." - Mira Furlan, Love Me More Than Anything In The World

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[tiredmamaissy]

Sung Jin-woo letting one of his shadows join? Only if it’s Igris. 

🔞mdni🔞

jinwoo x reader x igris

Warnings: nsfw, expletives, smut, threesome, would this be considered necrophilia? I sincerely hope not, anyways—oral, pnv, dom jin, just absolute filth, creampie—although questionable, throatpie, multiple forced orgasms, first persons pov, links attached for some visuals, i just wanna shoutout this tiktok

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I can’t lie, whenever I watch Igris in action my heart thuds in my chest, hard. It’s just the way he carries himself that makes him seem…so human. But he’s a beast, and he became Jinwoo’s shadow by a split hair. 

It’s no secret that they’re both equally as powerful. 

Sometimes I let myself fantasize for a while. Let myself think that when he looks at me, he’s feeling the same way. That his heart is slamming into his ribs, just like mine—if he even has one. I can’t help but wonder, what’s under that mask? Or rather, 

Who’s under that mask? 

Jinwoo catapults across my field of vision, slamming into the wall of the training arena. Igris stalks towards him, sword at his side and cape flowing behind him. I watch his every move, his every strut. He glances over to me, staring down at me with a predatory gaze, checking on me. Well, that’s what I allow myself to believe, only for a second. I know where his loyalty lies. 

Regardless, my heart’s about to fly out of my fucking chest. 

Within seconds, Jinwoo regains his strength, getting back up to rejoin this… ‘spar’. His aggression is palpable, I can sense it from all the way over here in these four walls tucked behind this safety glass. Only Igris can bring out this side of him—it’s always a fair fight, after all. 

Well, almost. 

I always look away at this point. It always gets bad for Igris. But for some reason, I can’t today. I watch, eyes fixed to the scene unfolding before me. 

Jinwoo slams Igris into the ground, sending a rumble through the earth beneath me. The chair I’m seated in shakes, and I grip the table in front of me. Igris fades into black smoke under Jinwoo’s fist, and his glowing eyes snap up to meet mine, piercing into me with a threatening glare. 

Fuck. 

My core spasms. Suddenly I’m empty, and yearning for Jinwoo to make it better. He stands and walks through the residual mist that was once Igris, toward me. I swallow hard and reign in the ball of muscle trying to break through my ribcage.

His stare never falters, his eyes are anchored to me. I stand as I urge myself to hold it, to dominate it. But it’s too intimidating—he’s too intimidating. I look down, just for a brief second, showing my submission. And when I look back up…

He’s gone. 

I feel a gust of wind and Jinwoo’s voice growls my name behind me, his hot breath misting against my shoulder. I break out into a shiver, and I stumble back into him. He catches me, steadying me with his iron grip on my waist. 

“Jin—” 

“Igris has taken quite an interest in you.”

He cuts me short with a hint of aggression in his voice. My stomach drops. His fingers wander down my hips, to my thighs—under the hem of my skirt. He presses his lips against the shell of my ear. 

“I’m not quite sure if I like that.” 

“Wh-what do you mean?” I whisper, obviously unnerved. I feel his hard bulge press into me, and my pussy floods with heat. 

“I'm his master.” Jinwoo speaks a little too calmly, subtly tugging my skirt up, little by little. “I know his thoughts, his feelings. He takes a particular liking to your—hah, well, everything.” He yanks my skirt the rest of the way up in one swift, harsh move. “I mean, I do know the feeling.” 

What is he even saying? That Igris…feels something for me? I can barely think, much less focus on the words he’s speaking. Not when he’s thumbing at my soaked panty. 

“I didn’t know he could feel anything. He’s a shadow.” I say, breathless. 

“Yes, he is. But he still has his own…urges. Instincts.” He whispers quietly as he tugs my panties down my hips, letting them drop to my ankles. 

“Desires.” 

“R-Right.” I gasp and hold my breath in anticipation and my body tenses. 

He’s going to bend me over this table and fuck me. 

I swear I feel a gush between my legs, and suddenly my face is flush against the wooden table and his feet are kicking apart mine. My panty stretches between my ankles and he snakes his fingers around my throat. 

“Igris.” He summons his best shadow in a thick, dark voice, and Igris fabricates from a black mist in front of me, as if he didn’t just disappear. “Isn’t that right?” 

I look up from the table, only to be met by a suit of armor and his piercing gaze spearing down through me. Shit. He can see me…like this. With my panties at my ankles, bent over a piece of furniture. 

How embarrassing. 

I feel Jinwoo fiddle single handedly with the buckle of his belt, and then the button on his pants. His other hand maintains its searing grip on my throat and jaw, forcing me to meet Igris’s quiet gaze. I struggle to breathe and my eyes threaten to leak. 

My heart is going to explode. 

“See? He didn’t even respond. He has total control over himself.” His voice lowers into a whisper next to my face and I hear his zipper. “He actually wants to fuck you.” 

What? He—what? My eyes bulge wider, if it’s even possible, and I feel his cock notch at my slick opening.

So what, he’s forcing him to watch us? To teach him some sick lesson? 

Jinwoo must sense my unease, and he loosens his grip on my jaw and my head slumps back down to the table. But I’m still staring into the void of Igris’s eyes. He remains unmoving, eerily still in his stance with his sword sheathed on his back. 

“Caalm.” He draws out the word, letting his fingers just barely skate along the length of my spine.

My back arches and I roll onto the tips of my toes to present my pussy to him. Pathetic. I almost hate how wet and ripe I am for him. He hasn’t even looked me in the eye yet. 

“We’re not doing anything you don’t want.” Jin-woo’s hand trails up to grip my throat once more, and he hunches over me until his lips are next to my ear again. 

“Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 

Jin-woo breaches me with exigency, in one hard thrust of his hips. I let out a whimper and try to stay on my toes as I frantically adjust to his thick cock inside me. 

“I see the way you look at him.” He growls as he presses a harsh kiss onto my jaw. 

He knows. And he’s teaching me a lesson, too. 

“I…I don’t.” I can’t find my voice to tell my lie, especially when I’m doing it now—staring at Igris while his master is inside me. 

Jin-woo lets out a low, wicked chuckle, and his hand tightens on my throat. Igris moves just a millimeter, as if he were about to let himself react to his master's slender fingers wrapped around my neck. 

But he holds himself firm, head ever so slightly tilted down as he takes in the sight beneath him. The sight of my quivering, glossy eyes peering up at him, and my flushed, swollen lips glistening with a layer of spit. 

“Careful, Igris.” Jinwoo warns his subordinate. “We’re not in the arena anymore. You might hurt her if you retaliate here.” He unleashes me from his grip, allowing me to take an unobstructed breath. 

“He’s not a fan of my hand around your throat.” Jin-woo whispers into my ear, and pulls out of me suddenly, leaving me empty and aching. 

“I won’t hurt her. She’s mine, remember?” Jinwoo speaks nonchalantly, as if he were stating a fact. Reassuring Igris, yet at the same time reminding him that I’m his. I can sense Igris tense—he feels like a ball of kinetic energy, ready to burst. 

Jinwoo’s cock prods at me again, and I ready myself for the impact of his thrust. I know it’s going to be brutal. He slams into me with a ruthless smack, making the table beneath me topple onto two legs. My fingers grip onto its corners as I bite my cheek to stifle the moan threatening to rip from my throat. 

“Mine to fuck.” Jin-woo growls, and there’s a possessive tone to his voice. He wraps my hair around his fist and yanks my head back. Now I’m forced to stare directly at him. “Isn’t that right, sweetheart?” 

That damn question again. He wants me to say it to his face. To make it clear that he owns me and my pussy.

“Yes.” I just barely whisper and feel him ram into me again. “Fuck!” 

Igris takes a step toward me, his stare trained down on me. He’s so close to me now, and I’m eye level with his armored crotch. Blood rushes to my face and Jinwoo hisses behind me. 

“Soon.” Jinwoo snaps, using the grip he has on my hair to hold me firm as he immediately sets a relentless pace, fucking into me with a vengeance.

“Soon? W-what’s ha-ppening soon?” My voice bounces from his incessant thrusts, and I’m so fucking overwhelmed. 

“Igris wants his turn.” Jinwoo growls. 

His…turn?

My heart lunges out my chest, and I’m pushed closer towards the edge. The image of Igris actually fucking me is almost too much to handle. If he were to fuck me…oh god. I’m going to cum from just the thought. 

“Jinwoo, wait. I—” I moan softly as my legs tremble and my pussy grips his cock. Fuck, I’m going to come already. And Igris is going to watch it happen. “Please, s-slower—or, or, I’m going to—haah—gonna!” 

“Yeah? Already?” He huffs, letting his hips snap into me repeatedly, fucking me like he’s angry with me. “Just from the mere thought of my shadow fucking your needy little pussy?”

“N-No!” I deny the truth through a tiny, pathetic cry, fixating on the sight directly in front of me.

The armor guarding Igris’s most prized possession looks tight. 

“Show her your face.” Jin-woo orders quickly, huffing and puffing as he ruts into me. 

Igris obeys, taking off his helmet and letting it fall to the ground with a clank. I crane my neck to look up at him and I’m met with glowing red eyes.

Hungry, scarred, red eyes, staring down at me like he wants to wreck me.

His hair flows down past his shoulders, a stark white with silver highlights. Christ, he’s more gorgeous than I ever imagined. 

And I'm coming…to his face. 

“Fu-uck.” I whine shakily and watch Igris’s eyes widen and his angular jaw tense. 

“Oh fuck, she’s cumming on my cock, Igris.” Jinwoo grunts and fucks me through every spasm that ripples through me. I writhe and squirm underneath his grip and my eyes fill to the brim with hot tears. “Don’t you wanna feel that?” 

Igris’s gaze snaps to Jinwoo’s, and the answer to that question is written all over his beautiful face. 

“Shadow exchange.” Jinwoo growls under his breath. 

Within moments, Igris fades to black and before me stands the menace himself—the shadow monarch—huge cock in hand with his ominous, glowing eyes shooting freshly sharpened daggers into me. 

Then I feel it. A delicious stretch. My still throbbing cunt desperately tries to adjust to Igris’s fat cock. He’s inside me. He’s really fucking inside me. Fuck, it’s so thick and big that I could cry. I really might fucking cry. 

I let out a wobbly whimper and force myself to keep still, if I move I think I’ll split open. All I can do is peer up into the luminous eyes that look back down at me with contempt, as I beg him to do something. 

“Oh my god. J-Jin. Jinwoo.” I chitter through my teeth and my tears of disbelief finally stain my cheeks. “Jin-woo, he’s really i-inside me.”

“Impressive, mm?” He grunts, breathing heavily. He cups my chin, pads of his fingers sinking into my damp cheeks. He tsks, and a slight smirk tugs at his lips. “I want to be inside you too, darling.” 

Jinwoo drives his thumb and pointer finger into my jaw bone, forcing my mouth open. He gives himself a few sloppy strokes before swiping his swollen tip on my lips as if it were lipstick, coating them in my own cum. 

“Tongue.” He demands through a breathless groan, and my tongue instinctively darts out, tasting myself on him. 

I’m sweet. 

“That’s my good girl.” Jin-woo grins, his thumb rubbing my cheek tenderly like some sort of twisted praise.

His attention turns to his second in command, and he takes in the sight of him mounted to me. His cock twitches against my tongue, and my mouth reflexively closes around his mushroomy head. 

“Hnng—she’s incredible, isn’t she?” Jinwoo sounds so smug, and for the first time, I hear Igris grunt. “Fuck her good, Igris.” 

The force of his first thrust litters my vision with stars, and it pushes me further down onto Jinwoo’s cock all at once. Jinwoo takes an intentional breath to stifle a groan and begins balling my hair into his fist. 

My clit definitely has its own fucking heartbeat. 

Igris begins thrusting in and out of me like a starved man, shoving himself as deep as my tiny body will allow him. His movements are incessant, laced with desperation. Like he’s been waiting—wanting to do this for a long, long time. He’s fucking into me like he’s never fucked a pussy in his life and the thought of that likely being the truth is making this even hotter. 

“Shit, I don’t even need to fuck your throat.” Jinwoo huffs with a smile and stands still, proving his point. “He’s fucking you so hard that your throat is riding my cock.”

Tears stream down my face and my head feels like it’s full of cotton. Am I even breathing? I test it out and hear a gurgling noise that I can only assume came from  me. Jinwoo pulls out of me, holding my head in the air and I hear myself heave a loud breath. 

“Don’t pass out on us, sweetheart.” Jinwoo’s dark voice echoes and I feel him tap my cheek a few times with his cock. “Come on, you can take us both. Right?”

He slowly sinks his cock down my throat again, inch by inch. I gag and my eyes water, because while he’s doing that, Igris is ramming him into the back of my throat repeatedly. 

It’s all too much. 

I shake my head and tap Jin’s thigh, and he yanks out of me and I gasp for air. He strokes himself fast, with his hips thrusted into the air and his core flexed. He groans low and long, watching me. Watching us.

“Make her cum.” He speaks quickly, stroking himself harder. Igris pounds into me at a frightening rate and I feel the coil in my core suddenly snap. I let out a filthy moan, loud and languid, from the back of my fucked out throat. “She’s gonna come, Igris.” 

I am. I fucking am. 

“I’m—I’m cummi—”

Jinwoo stuffs his cock back down my throat with an urgency, hunching over me and fucking my throat like it’s a pussy. His hand snakes down my belly, and his finger barely swipes my pulsing clit. His ghost touch sends me over the edge and I cum so. fucking. hard. My pussy throbs so bad that Igris groans like a dying man and ruts me harder. 

“Oh fuck, baby. Yes.” Jinwoo moans, giving me one brutal thrust before emptying himself down my throat.

He grunts from the bottom of his stomach and he holds me for what feels like an eternity on his pulsating cock before tugging me off of him. I cough and sputter, swallowing between sorry attempts at taking a breath. 

“Granted.” Jinwoo catches his own breath, and I can’t even speak to ask him what he’s allowing Igris to do to me now. He leans down, caressing my face and brushing my sweaty hair away from my pleading eyes. He plants a tender kiss on my ear and as he pulls away he whispers to me.

“Igris wants permission to breed you. That’s okay, right darling?”

Jin-woo takes a step back and I call for him with my hoarse voice. But he only grins and uses his stealth to fade into thin air, seemingly leaving me alone with the knight commander Igris—the blood red. I feel his metal arm wrap over my chest and his hand grip my shoulder to gain purchase. 

“I-Igris.” I nervously and directly acknowledge him for the first time in this entire interaction. “Ple-ase…” 

He growls and pulls me off the table and into his hard exterior. My toes cramp from trying to stay on my feet but he’s way too big and I feel myself lifting off the ground. He wraps his other hand around my waist and supports me with ease, fucking me mid-air. I claw at his armour and my legs kick and cross but I’m trapped in his undying grasp. 

“Holy shit…Igris!” I cry out, frantic. “Hold on!”  

Igris’s rhythm goes sloppy, and he’s trying to force as much of himself inside me as he possibly can. He’s trying to kill me, not breed me. A high pitched squeal splits my quivering lips and I kick a little harder—entirely too overwhelmed and overstimulated. 

“T-Too deep! You’re too deep!” My tears stream down my cheeks yet my pummeled pussy weeps for more. 

“You’re okay, my princess.” Igris’s deep voice hurls me into my third orgasm and I go limp in his grip, completely dissolving into the pleasure of his cock filling every possible part of me.

He cums with a gruff shout, tightening his arms around me as he stays inside me, stuffing me with cum until I’m queasy. 

My vision splits and fades to black and his grip on me fades with it. I hear a hushed sound and feel myself falling. I’m about to slam into the floor. I brace for impact in my fizzled brain yet I don’t feel the hard, cold tile. Rather, a warmth envelopes me, cradling me as I blubber and fail to set any breathing pattern, much less a steady one.

“Shh-shh. Breathe. You did so well, baby.” It’s Jinwoo’s voice, cooing at me, and he holds me close to his warm chest. “You were such a good girl for us.” 

[sheyfu]

yappologist degree holder ༊*·˚

𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗜𝗥 𝗩𝗢𝗜𝗖𝗘𝗟𝗜𝗡𝗘𝗦 about you.

feat. dan heng, aventurine, luocha, jing yuan, gepard, jiaoqiu, argenti and moze (gn!reader)

cw. ooc (very); jiaoqiu talks a lot; [slight] sexual innuendos

note. TRYING SOMETHING NEW GRAHHHHHH i dont think i captured their personalities correctly but 🙏🙏 WE BALL LAMSDOASDI i hope you guys enjoy it >:DD reader is identified as [name] and uses they/them prns (GANG I TRIED MY BEST LAMSDOAMSD) if you see me use fem prns in this piece please tell me <3 lmk if you'd like a pt. 2 w other chars (WOMEN ASHDUASHDUH)

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ DAN HENG

about [name] [name]? what about them?

chat: significant other  [name] is my significant other. aside from the express, they’re one of the only ones keeping me grounded whenever i become… “emo”. their words, not mine.

chat: sleep sleep is something i found hard to come by; everytime i closed my eyes, visions of my past appeared. but now that [name] is by my side, it has become easier to fall to a peaceful rest.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ AVENTURINE

about [name] through a game of life or death is how [name] and i met. hm? unconventional you say? well, it’s one of the reasons why i fell for them.

chat: bet betting has become an integral part of [name] and i’s life. while it’s not a common way of expressing your love for someone, it’s how we do things. whether those bets entail having to have the other run errands or even give your own life up, it sends spikes of adrenaline up our bones resulting in a very fun game of cat and mouse.

chat: loss there are seldom games i lose — and most of the time, i still somehow come out as, partially, a winner. but for some reason, whenever i offer a game of chance against [name], i seem to lose every game we have. i can’t lie, i get somewhat annoyed at how i can’t seem to win a game against them. but then again, life would be dull if it were just an unending series of wins.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ LUOCHA

about [name] [name] is a travelling merchant i’ve come to know over the past years of my journeys as one myself. if i didn't have anyone to rely on before, i've got my dearest to thank now. 

chat: bargain as a merchant, it is important for me to know how to bargain, especially when deals presented to me are severely unfair for me. i must admit, i wasn’t very good at striking fair deals when i was starting off my path as a travelling merchant. but over the years, [name] has taught me a lot about this art. by observing their ways of negotiating, i am now able to attain very fair and valuable trades. 

chat: aromatherapy with [name]’s upbringing as an herb specialist, i get to experience their family’s aromatherapy service. with every scent i am presented with, i am able to clear my mind and slip in the embrace of solitude and calm. 

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ JING YUAN

about [name] [name] is someone who can ease my troubled mind with an embrace; the calm in my storm, the light of my life, and the heart of my soul.

chat: birds when little birds flock to my head, my spouse wonders if im this character called… snow white… *sigh* i am not sure as to who that is due to my upbringing as a military leader — i had no time for these trivial tales. but whenever they tell tales about this... gizney? no.. bizney? not quite right either.. ah yes, disney princess, the intent of me being dressed with robes of royalty are reflected in their eyes.

chat: mimi what was once a kitten, has now grown into a ferocious little lion. i remember when i first got her, [name] was all over the poor thing — smothering it with their love and words of praise — mimi didn’t complain though, she let herself get spoiled. and even up until now, she’s still that same, little spoiled lion she is. 

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ GEPARD

about [name] [name] is my significant other – how i was able to catch their eye? i don’t know. sometimes, i doubt my ability to love, especially with my role as the captain of the silvermane guards. but whenever those thoughts appear in my mind, [name] is there to quell my uneasy mind.

chat: family the way [name] treats lynx makes me feel… funny. i can’t really describe it but my heart beats whenever they entertain my little sister. oh, and don’t even get me started with how serval treats them. *sigh* what should i do to ease this beating heart of mine?

chat: de-stress ways on how to de-stress? well, after a long day i am usually greeted with the embrace of my beloved once i step into our abode… then after that i’m littered with- o-oh.. apologies. i was supposed to give advice. let’s start over again, shall we?

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ JIAOQIU

about [name] [name]? you want to now about them? well you see, as general feixiao’s doctor, it is important for me to have assistants whenever patients visit the clinic in a time when i am tending to duties involving her – this is where my dear [name] comes in. they’ve been with me from the start; us being classmates in the medicinal school we attended and all that. they’re easily one of the very dearest people in my life. most people only know them as my assistant due to their preference of upholding a “low-profile”; of course, i am very much alright with it. but when time comes and they’re ready to reveal our bond to the world, i’ll be the happiest man in the whole entire cosmos.

chat: sweets  oh? you liked the sweets i gave you? well, you have my dear [name] to thank. they’re quite the connoisseur when it comes to making them. speaking of sweets, i forgot to mention we have a pastry shop in aurum alley. if you’re able to drop by, i’ll consider giving you a bundle of sweets, and probably other pastries, free of charge.

chat: coriander whatever you do, please do not hand me a bunch of coriander. i will absolutely lose my mind having to deal with a coriander-obsessed lover. 

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ARGENTI

about [name] my love for [name] transcends even the distant stars of the cosmos. my heart, my soul, and my own being belong to them. 

chat: roses roses are my beloved’s favourite flowers, as they are mine. every morning, i wake from my peaceful slumber to see my dear tending to the beds of flowers with a gentle smile on their face that makes me fall in love all over again. *sigh* i miss them so much, trailblazer.. please bring me back to my ship. i would like to sink into my lover’s embrace at this moment. 

chat: baking my beloved takes time to make my preference for thick baguettes each and every morning. while it warms me to receive such a valuable gift, i am not sure if i am deserving of their unconditional love for i am just a mere knight of beauty, idiotically searching for the goddess i’ve devoted myself to.

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ MOZE

about [name] i am [name]’s lover. i am bound to them by fate and affection which is why you shouldn’t come close to them — unless you’d like to request an audience with the weapon in my hand.

chat: shadow [name] gets frightened whenever i appear randomly — jiaoqiu tells me it’s a normal reaction as he too, gets startled whenever i show my face to him. although.. im not quite sure how my sudden appearance has them stunned...

chat: cleaning [name] and i share the same hobby of cleaning. whenever i am relieved of my duties assigned by the general, i watch them- no. they tell me of the rather… unconventional ways of cleaning our abode.

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[radlovesfics]

ok but what if the Variants had their own version of childhood best friend reader where they DID meet and fall in love (somehow bc we freaky like that) except in every reality besides mainstream you:

Die to Nolan/ Get mercy killed/Eaten bc u know cannibalism and love metaphor or u die before he can do that/ get a terminal illness/ overall just something horrible happens and ur gone and it’s BC OF THAT the variants go “fuck it we ball” cuckoo bananas then after going to mainstream marks world are like “wtf u get to have her but alive???? naw that’s not fair “ and just basically it’s a free for all or with their collective crazy caveman brain they decide some sort sharing custody agreement LMFAO

OR LIKE ANOTHER SCENARIO WHERE U

still fall in love with mark in every reality but mainstream Mark is the only one where he pushes u away for ur own safety and won’t tell u the reason why (if he’s just not told u about his powers) or if he decides to be like fake mean and nasty and pulls a “you’re just a distraction and make me weak” *cut to him flying away sobbing like a baby bc he didn’t wanna do it but felt like he had to* so u hate him and love him but also hate him so much and now all these variants are pulling up and mainstream mark realizes he’s FUCKED when all these other assholes are obsessed and hellbent on finding u bc why would they not love u to their fullest ability?? they’re too selfish for that so queue funny/horrible interactions with all of them bc you’re still so mad and pissed at mark but also so in love with him it’s insane

Same scenario but kinda different: let’s say like u had ur own powers and could actually go toe to toe with mark and that shit he pulls pisses u off BAD bc u can take care of urself!! like mark gets u angry enough to attack him/make u hate him bc he’s such a martyr ofc and u fuck him up!! u both never interact again in any positive form and idk if he still gets with eve here but there’s def still pinning on his end for u anyway ofc the variants invade and reader gets sent out to deal with them while mark is MIA and maybe the variants’ reader was weak/powerless in every reality except the mainstream one so this is like. hard drugs for these crazy marks who are like “oh my god you’re so hot please beat me” u know?? and ofc u do bc u hate mark here and take out ur aggression on them

but I’d like to think (for added drama) ur superhero costume involves a mask to hide your identity and since ur were weak/dead in their realities, as these variants are fighting u they have no idea who u are and are not going easy or pulling punches and are being just awful but u know!! one sends ur mask flying or breaks it somehow and suddenly everything comes to a dead stop and whichever one ur fighting will freeze in disbelief bc wtf this is the loml??? the last person they expected ?? and she’s so strong?? and even more amazing than they remembered ??? u however will not give an actual shit and continue beating their variant asses as they all immediately change their attitude when fighting u and it’s just a LOT of flirting/ snarky compliments/ actually mark being gross and horny on main but this obvs sets u off and they realize mainstream mark never ended up with u and u in fact HATE him as they witness u literally crush one of themselves and well obvs they see themselves as better to the mainstream mark so they’re like “ok we can work with this :)” and blah blah blah run a train on u, kidnap u, lotta hate sex, whatever

and for the mainstream mark (to those that love him including myself): the above scenario ends with him trying over and over to save u and finally some epic and dramatic love confession with lots of yelling and then y’all fight together and have ur cute wholesome reunion and then fuck like crazy LMAOOO

I need to be sedated

[hotheadedhero]

*peeks in here*

*walks away to check if you do bayverse*

*return*

The bay bois getting an s/o who will occasionally will randomly be cuddling and then... *Affectionate bite* then letting go and telling them they love them.

AN: As an affectionate biter myself, I gotcha babes ;)

Affectionate Biting

Bay Turtles x Reader

Warnings: very mildly suggestive, an insomniac trying to grammar <3

Leonardo

The first time you oh-so casually bit him and smiled afterwards as if it was nothing had him going for a spin. Confused is the prominent word to describe how he was feeling at the time. The action was just so unprompted. He couldn't figure out why you felt the need to do something like that, nor how it could be seen as an act of love.

He's learnt over time that it's an unavoidable urge for you. There's nothing you can do about it. You just have to bite him for whatever reason you deem necessary. Leo is all too aware of this by now and may or may not use it to his advantage.

"For every hour we're out tonight, I'll give you a free bite. No questions asked, okay?"

These are terms you can comply with. He knows how much you miss him when he's gone, so setting up this ultimatum is an effective way of letting him go on patrol more easily.

Raphael

Being with you has involved its fair share of revelations and discoveries. There's at least a handful of things he's become savvy to whilst being with you but the random biting is one of the more bizarre ones.

Actions speak louder than words and they always mean the most to him but biting? What's up with that? Humans are weird. That's the conclusion he's come to. Even now in this very moment, you've taken a hold of his wrist whilst curled up in bed together.

"What are you, a cat or something? Quit it."

Of course, he's only joking. It's just so he can see your tongue poke out and your nose scrunch up in the cute way he likes. Even if he did seriously mean for you to stop, he doubts you would. You live by your own rules when it comes to these things. And, sure, you can bite him if you like. Just as long as you expect to get bitten back.

Donatello

It may catch him by surprise from time to time but only because you do it in the most random of situations. Whilst he's working away and you're sitting in his lap, you'll just latch onto the closest part of him you can access. He might jump if he's in the zone but it's never an issue.

Regardless of it being a problem or not, you've had your own curiosities about why you have such a primal impulse to chomp down on your boyfriend. Luckily, Donnie being as knowledgeable as ever has the answers.

"... the desire to pseudo-bite or squeeze anything we find extremely cute is actually a neurochemical reaction. 'Cute aggression' isn't motivated by vicious intent. Instead, scientists think-"

He halts on his words, blinks out of his matter-of-fact mode, and gazes down at you. All the while, you have his forearm locked between your teeth. Your attempt to smile coyly against his skin is adorable, and he smiles back before continuing his explanation.

Michelangelo

He won't ask any questions. In all honesty, he loves it. Although, there might have been a bit of a misunderstanding the first couple of times you went to take a nip at him. Let's just say he thought you were trying to get him in the mood. Can't blame a guy for assuming his lover is a little freaky in the sheets.

Having such a strong force overcome you is something he understands, though. It's like him when it comes to pulling a fast one over his brothers. You can bite him whenever you want to if that's what you feel you need to do. Even if you turned into a zombie, he'd still let you.

"And then we could be like, zombie lovers roaming the streets together."

Mikey holds his arms out, hands dangling as he playfully groans like the undead. You aren't entirely sure how the conversation developed like that but it's cute nonetheless. Hey, he's just being honest. He loves you that much.

[thebibliosphere]

Ma'am/Sir/Other

So much of your blog is "Yaya another thing in my body broke (kill me)"

I'm not judging at all, cause I'm also dealing with that somewhat but,

In the most polite manner possible;

How the fuck do you manage to function without killing everyone around you in a bodily pain induced rage.

Body hurts too much.

But in all seriousness, therapy and a whole lot of radical acceptance.

I don't approve or like what’s happening to me, but realistically, there is no way to avoid it, so I either have to accept it and make changes to my life or reject it and increase my suffering.

It might take me a while to process this change and there might be a few screaming breakdowns in the interim (”it's not fair, it's not fair, it's not fair!”) but after a long time of doing this type of therapy, I’ve gotten good at holding my own hand and holding myself through the despair.

It’s a bit like being my own gentle parent. Like “hey bud, I know this sucks and you’re feeling a lot of big emotions right now. And I’m not asking you to stop feeling them, but I do need you to eat and drink before you get sick, okay? Okay, you’ve had some water, do you want to try for a shower? No? Okay, let’s go back to bed for a bit. We’ll try later... Cry it out if you need to. I’ve got you.”

Probably sounds bonkers to some people but it's the only reason I’m still alive.

My support network is wonderful and they do so much to keep me going, but it wasn't until I allowed myself to feel my emotions and self soothe through them that things got better.

I can’t change what has been done to me. I can’t change the dynamic nature of my disabilities or the fact that parts of my body will continue to break down. But I can accept myself and say, this is the way things are: react accordingly for our continued survival.

Radical acceptance isn’t about approval or giving up. It's a stress tolerance skill that lets you look at some of the worst parts of your life and go “fuck this sucks. Okay, how do I make this suck less?” and then following through on it.

It's a skill that takes a long time to build. But it's well worth investing in.

[drdemonprince]

what do you think is the answer to dealing with the stereotypical “roommate won’t do dishes bc of trauma/sensory issues”? like sure that’s possible it’s difficult & people should be aware of their needs, but when it begins affecting other people, i feel like someone has to consider other solutions—i.e. using paper plates instead of ones they have to wash. it’s also complicated when racial & gender dynamics come in to play. and then when i think on myself as an autistic white trans guy how can i both recognize where i need support but balance it with not recreating bad dynamics? I’m just not sure how we have these conversations while still validating folks experiences & dismissing their problems. we all deserve help but we also can so easily overly rely on others & burn them out especially if we have privilege over them. disability, especially invisible disabilities often become a shield for white folks & men it feels like to get away with shitty behaviors

I honestly think that a big problem people encounter in navigating such issues is that they make what is ultimately going to have to be a personal negotiation of limits and needs into something that is far more symbolic and abstract. it's almost impossible not to, if you care about social justice issues, and I think there are good intentions when people try to be mindful of how race and gender alongside interplay with this stuff, but in practice a lot of times people use their political ideals as a reason to argue against their own feelings or to not be honest about their feelings. people feel like they don't have the right to say that they cannot do something or need support, or that they're pissed off, in an individual level relationship, because they are treating both themselves and their roommate or partner as a symbol of an entire group. I think a person has to be able to tell their roommate when they are being an asshole. I think a person should just be straight up if doing the dishes is something that's not generally going to happen for them -- in unmasking autism I profile Reese Piper, an autistic sex worker who just straight up tells her prospective roommates that doing the dishes is not something she can do, so then they know what they are getting into and can work around it. honest conversations about what a person is and is not capable of and what they need really can vanquish a lot of so-called weaponized incompetence and other domestic issues long before they occur. but all parties involved have to be operating based on good faith. unfortunately not everyone is, sometimes people use their identities or their roommates guilt around structural oppression in order to pressure them to do things that they cannot do, and conversely it is very common for a white or TME roommate to weaponize anti blackness or transmisogyny against a roommate who speaks up about any inequity and portray them as the aggressive one. but I think before somebody gets way way too much in their own head about how a particular conflict looks or what structural issues might be relevant in the aggregate, they really have to start from a baseline level of self-acceptance and the ability to articulate both which household tasks are hard or impossible for them, and when they are fucking cheesed at their roommate for not doing what seems like their fair share. if you feel like you can't name those things, you're never going to actually have a respectful functioning relationship.

[thegalleonsnest]

OK since I haven't seen too many people talk about this since twitter news usually strikes pretty fast over here whenever e'usk does anything ever, let me give ya'll the run down on two things that will go live on NOVEMBER 15TH and why people are mass migrating to Blue Sky once more; and provide resources to help protect your art and make the transition to Blue Sky easier if you so choose:

The Block function no longer blocks people as intended. It now basically acts as a glorified Mute button. Even when you block someone, they can still see your posts, but they can't engage in them. If your account is a Public one and not a Private one, people you blocked will see your posts.

They say because people can easily "share and hide harmful or private information about those they've blocked," they changed it this way for "greater transparency." When in reality, this is an extremely dangerous change, as the whole point of blocking is to cease interaction with people entirely for a plethora of reasons, i.e. stalking, harassment, spam, endangerment, or just plainly annoying and not wanting to see said tweets/accounts. or you know, for 18+ accounts who do not want minors interacting with them or their material at all (There is speculation saying these changes are specifically for Elon himself so he can do his own kind of stalking, and honestly, with the private likes change, it lowkey checks out in my opinion)

Also, this straight up goes against and may violate Apple and Google's app store policies and also is straight up illegal in Canada and probably other countries as well.

If this ACTUALLY goes through, twitter will only be available in select countries, probably exclusively in the US, which would collapse the site with the lost of users and stock, and probably be the last push it needs to kill the site. And if not, will be a very sad and exclusive platform made for specific kinds of people who line up with musk's line of thinking.

2. New policies regarding Grok AI and basically removing the option to opt out of Grok's information gathering to improve their software.

And anything you upload/post on the site is considered "fair game" with "royalty-free licenses" and they can do whatever they please with it. Primarily using any and all posts on twitter to train their Grok AI. A few months ago, there was a setting you can opt out of so they couldn't take anything you post to "improve" Grok, but I guess because so many people were opting out, they decided to make it mandatory as part of the policy change (This is mainly speculation from what I hear).

So this is considered the final straw for a LOT of people, especially artists who have been gripping on to twitter for as long as they can, but the AI nonsense is too much for people now, including myself. Lot's of people are moving to Blue Sky for good reason, and from personal experience, it is literally 10x better than twitter ever was, even before elon took over. There is no algorithm on there, and you can save "feeds" to your timeline to have a catered timelines to hop between if your looking for something specific like furry art or game dev stuff. It's taken them a bit to get off the ground and add much needed features, but it's genuinely so much better now

RESOURCES

Project Glaze & Cara

If you're an artist who's still on twitter or trying to ride it out for as long as you can for whatever reason you have, do yourself a favor and Glaze and/or Nightshade your work. Project Glaze is a free program designed to protect your art work from getting scrapped by AI machines. Glazing basically makes it harder to adapt and copy artwork that AI programs try to scan, while Nightshade basically "poisons" works to make AI libraries much more unstable and generate images completely off the mark. (These are layman's terms I'm using here, but follow the link to get more information)

The only problem with these programs is that they can be resource intensive for computers, and not every pc can run glaze. It's basically like rendering a frame/animation, you gotta let your pc sit there to get it glazed/nightshade, and depending on the intensity and power of your pc, this may take minutes to hours depending on how much you wanna protect your work.

HOWEVER, there are two alternatives, WebGlaze and Cara

WebGlaze is an in browser version of the program, so your pc doesn't have to do the heavy lifting. You do need to have an account with Glaze and be invited to use the program (I have not done so personally so I don't know much about the process.)

Cara is an artist focused site that doubles as both a portfolio site and a general social media platform. They've partnered with Glaze and have their own browser glazing called "Cara Glaze," and highly encourage users to post their work Glazed and are extremely anti-ai. You do get limited uses per day to glaze your work, so if you plan on doing a huge backlog uploading of your art, it may take awhile if your using just Cara Glaze.

Some twitter users have suggested glazing your art, cropping it, and overlaying it with a frame telling people to follow them elsewhere like on Bluesky. Here's a template someone provided if you wanna use this one or make your own.

Blue Sky Resources and Tips

So if your a twitter user and your about to realize the hellish task of refollowing a massive chunk of people you follow, have no fear, there's an extension called Sky Follower Bridge (Firefox & Chrome links). This is a very basic extension that makes it really easy to find people on Bluesky

It sorts them out by trying to find matching usernames, usernames in descriptions, or by screen name. It's not 100% perfect, there's a couple people I already follow on Blue Sky but the extension could not find them on twitter correctly, but I still found a huge chunk of people. Also if your worried that this extension is "iffy," they do have a github open with the source publicly available and the Blue Sky Team themselves have promoted the extension in their recent posts while welcoming new users to the platform.

FEEDS and LABELS

OK SO THE COOLEST PART ABOUT BLUESKY IS THE FEEDS SYSTEM. Basically if you've made a twitter list before, it's like that, but way more customizable and caters to specific types of posts/topics. Consolidating them into a timeline/feed that exclusively filled about those particular topics, or just people in general. There's thousands to pick and choose from!

Here's a couple of mine that I have saved and ready (down below). Some feeds I have saved so I can jump to seeing what my friends and mutuals are up to, and see their posts specifically so it doesn't get lost in reposts or other accounts, and also specialized feeds for browsing artists within the furry community.

The Furry Community feeds I have here were created by people who've built an algorithm to place any #furry or #furryart or other special tags like #Furrystreamer or #furrydev. They even have one for commissions, and yes you can say commissions on a post and not have it destroyed or shadow banned. You are safe.

If you want, and I highly recommend it to get visibility and check out a neat community, follow furryli.st to get added to their list and feeds. Once your on the list, even without a hashtag, you'll still pop up in their specialized feeds as just a member of the community there. There are plenty of other feeds out there besides this one, but I feel like a lot of people could use one like this. They even got ones for OC specific too I remember seeing somewhere.

And in terms of labels, they can be either ways to help label yourself with specific things or have user created accessibility settings to help better control your experience on Blue Sky.

And my personal favorite: Ai Imagery Labeler. Removes any AI stuff or hides it to the best of it's abilities, and it does a pretty good job, I have not seen anything AI related since subscribing to it.

Finally, HASHTAGS WORK & No need to censor yourself!

This is NOT like twitter or any other big named social media site AT ALL, so you don't have to work around words to get your stuff out there and be seen. There are literally feeds built around having commissions getting and art seen! Some people worry about bots and that has been a recent issue since a lot of people are migrating to Blue Sky, but it comes with any social media territory.

ALSO COOL PART,

you can search a hashtag on someone's profile and search exclusively on that profile as well! You can even put the hashtag in bio for easy access if you have a specialize tag like here on tumblr. OR EVEN BUILD YOUR OWN ART FEED FOR YOUR STUFF SPECIFICALLY!

So yeah, there's your quick run down about twitter's current burning building, how to protect your art, and what to do when you move to Blue Sky! Have fun!

[pittrabbit]

warning: lowkey toxic!gojo but we listen and don’t judge <3

"nothing's gonna happen, i already told you," you whined at gojo for the nth time in the past hour. 

"but what if it does? it's okay, just don't go, baby. you can just stay in with me, yeah?"

you'd been going back and forth with gojo, insisting there was a party you wanted to go to, but he had been insistent in the opposite, knowing your ex would be present, and for some godforsaken reason he just couldn't have that.

"why not, gojo? It's not like i can't control myself. i won't even talk to him."

"that's what you said last time and you still got back together with him, remember? i had to watch you fucking go out with that asshole for three whole months all over again just for him to pull the same shit in the end," he practically growled, "this is for your own good, baby," his hand was on your cheek by now, thumb caressing it as he coo'd at your pout.

"but, gojo-"

"shhh. i'm only watching out for you, angel. don't want you to do anything you'd regret," he sounded patronizing as he said it, but you knew he didn't mean it in such a way.

"but what if i wanted to go meet some other guy there? huh? i can't just stay locked up cause he might be there. it's not fair."

it was odd, but you saw a dark look takeover his face as he frowned at your statement. it seemed like the mention of meeting someone else had annoyed him somehow. either that or just your general defiance towards him.

"another guy? can't have that either, angel. i'm sorry."

huh? 

what did he even mean by that?

"what? why?"

"you're too vulnerable right now, baby. some mean guy's just gonna take advantage and try and take you from me. not gonna let that happen."

"'take me away'? what do you-"

"what? you're gonna meet some rando at a party and sleep with him? you're gonna get with some asshole again and end up heartbroken again in the next three months. i know how it goes, baby. why not just skip all that?", he groaned. 

"what are you saying?", you squinted your eyes at him in absolute confusion.

"if you want some rebound i can help you with that, okay? don't need to go to a party for that."

"what?"

he was now even closer to you, arm wrapped around your waist as he pulled you closer. his other hand had migrated to your chin, tilting your head towards his own.

"are you still oblivious? or do you need me to spell it out for you?", he asked as he looked down on you. 

you said nothing, simply frozen by the sudden proximity to your friend. 

"what? cat got your tongue?", he smirked, letting a breath fall onto your lips, "still wanna go to that party?", he asked, continuing to stare down at you with lust in his eyes.

~

"gojo ... fuck ... please!"

"'please'? thought you wanted to go meet some other guy, angel. what happened?"

"n– no! just .. gojo, do something."

in your current predicament, with your best friend between your legs, you finally understood why you'd never been able to find someone after your ex. why no one had felt good enough, why you'd gone back to your ex the one time gojo had happened to be absent.

he licked and kissed at you in the most sensual way you'd ever known, making you cry as he gave you the barest minimum while also making you delirious with pleasure. as your mind left you, you were able to ponder on gojo's constantly looming presence over you, always making sure people knew you were his without a single word. it also made sense why your ex broke up with you. there had always been a man in your life; one that thirsted for you loudly enough for everyone to see. 

everyone but you, it seemed.

his thirst for you now made it evident to you how often he'd gotten in the way of your romantic conquests, somehow always being there to either discourage you from pursuing someone or even getting in the way. usually you would've been mad at the realization, except you couldn't when he sounded the way he did as he whined how much he wanted you against your pussy.

"waited for years to get a taste of this pussy, angel," his eyes were rolled back as he gave you a long and slow swipe of his tongue, "willing to give it up for everyone except your best friend? that's so mean, baby. always took care of you so well. kept the assholes away from you, and not even then would you let me have it," every single word was muffled by your cunt, but you were receptive to every perverted thought.

"n– no, its not like that, gojo ..."

"no? does that mean i get to have this pretty pussy now, baby?" his tongue did not leave you even as he spoke.

"y– yes! fuck, gojo. ill give you anything you want, just– "

"let you cum? wanna cum on my tongue, angel?" 

"please!"

he pressed his tongue flat against your clit, sucking as he moaned against you. the feeling had your toes curling, head thrown back so aggressively you knew you'd be sore tomorrow. he moaned as if you were the sweetest thing he'd ever had. 

your orgasm came almost immediately, your hips uncontrollable as they canted against his tongue; not that they needed to, as gojo would not remove his tongue for you even through your orgasm. your cries from sensitivity were not enough to get him to separate from you. it wasnt until you tried to pry him away that he actually removed himself from you, panting at the lack of oxygen he had while between your legs. 

looking up at you, he finally spoke up, "ive been waiting to do that for so long, shit."

before you knew it, he was sitting on the couch next to you, pulling you to sit on top of him immediately after. 

"does this mean you're mine now? or am i gonna have to keep scaring guys away?"

"gojo! that was on purpose?!" it was a bit hard to get genuinely mad at him when you could feel the outline of his cock against your bare cunt. also while his face was still smeared with your juices. 

"shhh, quiet, baby. just say yes so i can kiss you."

"fi– hmmph!"

you had no chance to respond before he shoved his tongue in your mouth, moaning at the way you were pliant against his touch, allowing him to share your taste from his tongue to yours. 

he kissed and kissed you, making you lightheaded not only with the remnants of your taste on his tongue, but with the nasty way in which his tongue played with yours. you ran your hands through his hair, pulling at strands whenever he'd do something particularly filthy with his tongue, or when his hands would run through your body in ways that had you swooning in his hold.

gojo had been waiting to get you in his bed for years. he knew exactly what and how to make you putty in his arms, making sure to pull at all stops to have you sighing into his mouth as he played with you as he saw fit. 

"angel ... wanna do so many nasty things to you. can i? hmm? finally gonna let me have my way with you?", he breathed against your mouth, swallowing your whine at his words. 

"y– yes, gojo. fuck ... you can do anything you want, just– ", you were clearly desperate for it, even going as far as moving his hands to your tits in order to get him to fondle your breasts. you wanted him. and you wanted him bad. this did wonders for gojo's ego. 

"oh? you want me? huh, angel?", he taunted, thumbs circling the sensitive buds on your chest, grinning lazily at your whines. 

"i do, gojo. so fucking much .. you have no idea, i-" 

"'i have no idea?' are you sure about that, pretty?", he repositioned the two of you, making sure his cock was pressed up right against your cunt, rubbing your crotches together in a sensual pace, a pace that gave you just enough to wail for more, "been waiting to have you since we met ... been thinking about you every night. you think you can beat that?"

his words were making you lose your mind. to think that the gorgeous hunk of a man who you called your best friend had thought of you in his most intimate moments ... it was more than enough for you to reach a level of arousal you never had before. be damned any man who came before him. you now knew that none of them would ever compare. 

with unintelligible whimpers, you begged him to put it in, doing your best to rut into him from below. you were like an animal in heat, embarrassingly humping at him just to get the barest relief. 

he took note of this and groaned, pressing up against you even more and huffing air at the feeling. 

"fuck ... so fucking desperate for me, aren't you? don't worry, pretty. gonna give it to you .. gonna give it to you so fucking good." 

he plunged in after that, practically growling at the tightness surrounding him. similarity, you whined at the intrusion, quickly falling in love with the way he filled you up perfectly. 

you had never been stretched out this deliciously. you were just moments away from losing your mind at the pleasure his mere intrusion gave you, clearly nowhere prepared for the feeling of him canting in and out of you just moments later. 

gojo followed a sensual pace at first, not being able to handle the pleasure too well. it was all too much, with both his feelings of infatuation and lust towards you clouding his mind. but his carnal desires took over rather quickly, forcing his hips to move at an animalistic pace that had you clawing at his back and arching your own almost to the point of breaking. 

"'sso good, fuck ... pretty little cunt, 'n all mine, hmm? shit ... only mine," he slurred against your ear. 

"for you! y-your cunt. ah!," you managed to let out through the unimaginable pleasure. 

he decided to take it a step further, digging a hand between your bodies and rubbing his thumb in rapid circles against your clit, coughing at the sudden extra tightness around his cock. 

you were truly perfect for him. the perfect sopping hole to fuck. the perfect pretty bestie for him to love. the wait had been worth it, as he now had the cutest thing writhing under him in utter pleasure, knowing no one else could ever have you again. 

he vocalized this to you soon after, groaning various expletives about how your cunt was his and his only, how no other fucker would ever love you like he did, how his cock would imprint itself inside you and render you a boneless doll for him to fuck to his heart's contentment. and you took it all like a desperate, cock-hungry girl, nodding desperately and crying various 'yeses' ranging in pitch at the pleasure. 

"need you to cum with me, pretty. 'm gonna count you down, yeah? need that cunt squeezing me til i pass out, okay?" he breathed against your ear, breath tickling you and adding yet another layer of stimulation. 

and so he counted you down, fully confident that your cunt would squeeze him dry and break his resolve in a way he would never recover from. 

"g-gojo! so good, fu-fuck! cumming! i-im, fuck, shit!", your nonsensical cries made his hips stutter as he filled you up with his spunk, continuing to piston into you throughout the entirety of your orgasms. 

his lips found yours mid high, licking and sucking at your tongue as the oversensitivity took over him. yet he couldnt stop fucking into you. even as you clawed against him with half-hearted pleas to stop, claiming you were too sensitive. yet you continued to kiss him, squeezing your legs around his waist as your hips did a pathetic job of meeting his pace. 

he tortured you like this for a few minutes, eventually pulling out to watch his leftover cum leak out of you, eyes becoming hypnotized by the sight. 

laying next to your breathless self, he cuddled against you the best he could, giving you an uncharacteristically sweet peck on the cheek. 

"mine ... always been mine," he whispered. 

"y-yours," you breathed out.

[sirfrogsworth]

I had no idea you're a professional photographer! I mostly follow your other blog for Corgis - if you posted your work there and I missed it, I apologize.

Your photography is AMAZING and thank you for sharing tips on light!

Bonus if you have time: when did you develop (haha!) interest for it and what's your favorite thing about this medium? ☆

Thank you. I have been trying to go back to my older work and edit things with my current skills and I have been posting that on occasion.

I also have an Instagram which is sort of like my current portfolio until I have the energy to create a proper website.

It's funny you mention corgis because Otis was the reason I got a proper camera. My followers helped me raise the money to get him and I felt like he belonged to everyone. So I wanted to make sure I took lots of photos of his shenanigans for people to enjoy. If they couldn't have a corgi of their own, I wanted them to live vicariously.

I never do anything halfway. I always go quite overboard. I filled my brain with everything I could possibly learn about photography so I could take the best possible photos of Otis.

In the process of doing that, I realized I loved the art form. So even though Otis isn't around anymore, I owe him for giving me this wonderful creative outlet.

I took a long hiatus from photography when my parents got sick and I had to take care of them. Even though I stopped taking photos, I would watch photography education to help me relax. And it felt a bit like that meme of the dude studying the blade. I was learning some very advanced stuff.

Once my parents both passed I found myself with a giant hole in my life. And photography called me once again. I was a bit rusty operating the camera for a day or two, but because I had continued my learning, it all came back pretty quick. And I realized I was orders of magnitude better at photography, lighting, and post processing than I used to be.

My first photoshoot after 7 years was of my aunt and uncle. I didn't have much in the way of lighting equipment (I sold it to help my family), so I bounced a little flash off one of those science fair trifold thingies.

These shots made me realize I definitely needed photography back in my life. I figured if I could do that with cardboard I found at Walmart, I would have great potential with proper equipment. So I'm in the process of building a new studio and getting some new gear so I can show off what I'm capable of now.

I ran into a little medical hiccup a few months ago which put everything on pause. While I'm recovering I'm not really able to take any photos. So I've decided to try and write some photography education and help others with their photographic journeys as best I can. And I am still continuing to learn and planning what I want to photograph when my health is in better shape.

I really want to do high quality animal portraiture. Not just cats and dogs. I want to find other exotic pets too. And I also want to do an art project where I help people take high quality photos of their parents. One of the things I was most grateful for after my folks died was the photos I took of them.

And also this one I took of my grandmother.

Having a really high quality photo of people you love is so important. And I don't think everyone realizes that. So I'm hoping I can help folks capture these important memories.

Oh, my favorite thing. I almost forgot. I would say it is the problem solving. Every photo is a new puzzle for me. Especially if I am working with artificial lighting and modifiers. I enjoy imagining a photo in my head and then going through the process, solving problems, and realizing what I imagined in real life. It's a great feeling.

This photo of my friend Ryan comes to mind. I just had this vision of someone reading in the middle of a forest. And so we dragged lights to my neighbors yard and I taped a flash inside the lampshade.

[larluce]

Merlin arrives with a baby in Camelot AU

(co-writing with @roxineedstosleep)

BASED ON THIS PROMPT >> PREVIOUS PART >> NEXT PART

Chapter 2: A Baby's Call (Part 1)

Merlin in his way to Camelot, carrying the baby in a baby sling and his other things in his back.

Baby: (giggles, very entertained with movement Merlin makes when he walks. Up and down, up and down)

Merlin: (exhausted of walking, but still smiles) At least one of us is having fun on this journey.

Baby: (babbles adorably in response)

Merlin: You are going to like Gaius. I was too young when he last visited my mother, so I don't really remember him, but he always writes letters to mom and sends her money when she needs it, so he must be a nice person. Mom wouldn't send us to him, if he weren't.

Baby: (babbles again)

Merlin: (frowns in worry) I don't know, I've never been to Camelot... for obvious reasons. But we won't stay there for long.

Baby: (babbles again)

Merlin: (gets sad) Yeah, I'm going to miss mom too. (cheers up) But look at the bright side! It's a citadel! There must be a lot of food stalls and clothing stalls... maybe even a toys stall!

Baby: (babbles again)

Merlin: (stops walking) Aaand I'm talking to a baby. (sighs)

Baby: (hits Merlin with her little hand and babbles in protest)

Merlin: I'm not your horse, you know? I need to rest too.

Baby: 🥺

Merlin: (sighs again) Alright. Lets see if you like... THIS! (runs, while jumping a bit)

Baby: (giggles more happily) 😄

Time skip. Merlin enters the main square and goes where people are gathering out of curiosity. Uther addresses a crowd from the balcony. Merlin curiosity morphes into horror as he realises what is happening.

Uther: ...I pride myself as a fair and just king, but for the crime of sorcery, there is but one sentence I can pass. (gives the signal to the executioner)

Merlin: (covers the baby's eyes and ears and turns, when Thomas Collins is beheaded)

People: (gasp)

Baby: (still feeling something is wrong, burst out crying) 🥺😭

The ax of the executioner is set on fire, and the man drops it in fear.

People: (scream)

Uther: See! Even dead, the evil of sorcery doesn't scape from him!

Merlin: (soothing the baby in a soft voice, though he's scared as fuck to be discovered) Shh, it's over, it's over. Lets get out of here. (leaves quickly)

Time skip. In Gaius' Tower. wa

Merlin: (knocks on the door and enters, still trying to calm the baby that is still crying) Come on, we have to make a good impression on Gaius, remember? Please, don't cry (rocks her anxiously as he wanders inside) Hello? Gaius?

Baby: (cries more loudly, making some of Gaius' vials break) 😭

Gaius: (before he can even turn to the noisy, the bookshelf stairs he is in also breaks and he fells)

Merlin: (eyes glow and he slows time while also using magic to move a bed under Gaius before he hits the floor)

Baby: (somehow not affected by the slow time spell, stops crying to look around in awe and then giggles)

Gaius: (getting off the bed) How the... What did you just do?

Merlin: Erm…

Gaius: Tell me!

Merlin: I-

Gaius: (suddenly freezes)

Merlin: Uhm... (moves his hand in front of his eyes) Are you okay?

Gaius: (unfreezes) If anyone had seen- (freezes again)

Merlin: (confused) I'm not doing this.

Baby: (giggles very entertained)

Merlin: Baby! 😠 NO, don't do that!

Gaius: (unfreezes)-that you could have gotten in serious trouble- (freezes again)

Baby: (keeps giggling)

Merlin: I'm serious young lady! 😠 Using magic to control time it's not a game. The one time I abused of it for too long it made me-

Baby: (throws up, staining Merlin's clothes with vomit)

Merlin: ...sick.

Gaius: (unfreezes) Where did you even learn- (cuts himself when he notices the vomit) When did this happen?! 😨 You used magic again! 😠

Merlin: No. I mean, yes, I did before, but it wasn't me this time. (sighs) I'm sorry about the staircase... and the vials. I didn't want you to meet us this way. I'm Merlin.

Gaius: (pauses) Hunith's son?

Merlin: (nods)

Gaius: (looks at the baby) And this is your... daughter?

Merlin: Oh no! (chuckles softly) I found her in the woods and-it's a long story. (pulls off his backpack and pulls out Hunith's letter) My mom surely explains it better here.

Gaius: (takes the letter) I'll read it later. I don't have my glasses.

Merlin: (puts the baby on the table and starts cleaning the baby and his clothes the best he can)

Gaius: Wait... you're not meant to be here till Wednesday!

Merlin: It is Wednesday.

Gaius: Ah... right then. (looks at Merlin, confused) You should be able to clean that with magic if you managed that spell you did before just fine.

Merlin: I don't know any spells.

Gaius: Then how did you do it? Someone must have taught you-

Merlin: (exasperated) We've never studied magic or been taught. We were born like this!

Gaius: We?

Merlin: The baby has magic too.

Gaius: That's impossible!

Merlin: (pulls out a rag bear from his backpack and talks to the baby in a very fatherly manner) Look who's here? Is Will The Bear! 😃 (shakes the bear to make it seem like it's dancing) And he wants to play with youuuu! 🤗

Baby: (makes very happy sounds and the rag bear floats from Merlin's hands to her little hands, dancing in the air in the process)

Gaius: (very surpised and mesmerized) Incredible!

Merlin: Mom said you could help us find somewhere safe for us. (remembers the execution) We surely can't stay here.

Gaius: (turns very serious, finally understanding the situation) Very well. Put your bag in there. (points his spare room) And change your clothes we'll discuss this with more time later.

Merlin: (nods and gets inside the room with the baby)

Time skip. At night. Gaius reading Hunith's letter.

My dear Gaius,

I hope this letter finds you well, though I write to you with a heavy heart. It is every mother's fate to think her child is special, and yet I would give my life that Merlin were not so. Ours is a small village and he was so clearly at odds with people here already that now with the baby that turned to be just as especial… I fear what would become of them.

Merlin found the little girl orphaned and left to die in the woods for the reasons you may have guessed. Both their habilities are begining to be more notorious, and I fear I am powerless to protect them alone. So I must beg for your aid once more, even when I now mine is dangerous request.

I know you helped some in need during the purge. The peaceful people that always offer refuge to those like them. In their comunities, their abilities are not feared but nurtured. I beg you, take my son and the baby with them.

I trust no one else with this task, for you are the only I can rely on to keep them safe. Go swiftly, and may the gods guide your steps.

Hunith

Gaius: (finishes reading, thinking) She was very careful with her words. She never refers to Merlin's magic, the baby's magic or the druids in the letter directly, yet her message was clear enough for me to understand. Very smart, but it also shows how scared and desperate she was. (sighs) I'm not exactly the druids' favourite person now. But I'll see what I can do.

Gaius sees how Merlin and the baby are already dressed in new clothes, while the young boy tries without much success to stop the rag bear from floating. The space is not very big for two people.

Gaius: Well, I think we will need a crib.

Time skip. The next day. Merlin get's out of his new temporary room, barely have slept.

Merlin: (baggy eyes, very exhuasted) Did you call me?

Gaius: No, but I was about to. Help yourself to breakfast. (points the breakfast on the table)

Merlin: Thank you. (as he sits) How weird, I thought I heard... Never mind I must have imagined it. (yawns)

Gaius: I got you water too. (points the bucket of water) You didn't wash last night.

Merlin: Ugh! You're right. I must stink.

Gaius: (laughs softly) It's alright. Fatherly life can't be easy.

Merlin: (as he eats) She's not my daughter.

Gaius: I heard. Is that why you haven't named her yet?

Merlin: (with a sad expression) I thought in a million of names. No one seems to fit her right. And then I realised... I really don't have the right to name her. Once we are in this druid camp there'll probably be more than one couple that would gladly have her as their daughter and give her everything she needs. I, on the other hand, can barely handle myself.

Gaius: (smiles) Well, giving the circunstances, I think you are doing a great job.

Baby: (from Merlin's room, cries) 😭

Merlin: (hangs his head in a long suffering gesture and reluctantly stands up)

Gaius: (stops him) I'll take care of her. You go wash yourself.

Merlin: Thank you. (takes the bucket and walks slowly to somewhere to wash himself)

Time skip. Gaius sending Merlin to deliver some medicines.

Gaius: Hollyhock and Feverfew for Lady Percival, and this is for Sir Olwin. He's as blind as a weevil, so warn him not to take it all at once.

Merlin: (watching the room the baby is in, anxiously)

Gaius: Merlin! Are you listening?

Merlin: Yes, sorry, it's just... Are you sure I can't bring her with me?

Gaius: (shakes his head sadly) I'm sorry, but she can't control her magic, it's too dangerous. And the less people that knows about her the better.

Merlin: She'll be upset when she wakes up and sees I'm not there-

Gaius: And she has to learn to be without you once in a while.

Merlin: (sighs) Okay...

Gaius: And here. (hands Merlin a plate with a sandwich on it)

Merlin: (smiles and takes the sandwich)

Gaius: Off you go.

Merlin: (about to leave)

Gaius: And Merlin, I need hardly tell you that the practice of any form of enchantments will get you killed. (uses his finger for emphasis) Keep yourself out of trouble.

Merlin: (nods quickly and leaves)

Time skip. Merlin in the training grounds when Arthur is bulling Morris.

Arthur: (throwing daggers at Morris holding the large target) Come on! Run!

Morris: (shuffles his feet along trying to carry the large target)

Arthur: We want some moving target practice! (throws more daggers)

Merlin: (thinking) What an ass.

Morris: (drops the target and it rolls to Merlin's feet)

Merlin: (puts a foot on it so Morris can't pick it up) Hey, come on, that's enough.

Arthur: (turns to him) What?

Merlin: You've had your fun, my friend.

Arthur: (approaches) Do I know you?

Merlin: I'm Merlin. (holds out his hand).

Arthur: So I don't know you.

Merlin: (lowers his hand) No.

Arthur: Yet you called me "friend."

Merlin: That was my mistake.

Arthur: Yes, I think so.

Merlin: Yeah. I'd never have a friend who could be such an ass. (starts walking away).

Arthur: (snorts) Or I one who could be so stupid.

Merlin: (stops walking ans slowly turns to Arthur)

Arthur: Tell me, Merlin, do you know how to walk on your knees?

Merlin: No. (thinking) And definitely not to you.

Arthur: Would you like me to help you?

Merlin: I wouldn't if I were you.

Arthut: (laughs) Why? What are you going to do to me?

Merlin: (smiling knowinly) You have no idea.

Arthur: (grinning) Be my guest! Come on! Come on! (more provokingly and mocking) Come oooooon.

Merlin: (takes a swing at him and Arthur twists Merlin's arm behind his back)

Knights: (gasp at the audiacity)

Arthur: I'll have you thrown in jail for that.

Merlin: Who do you think you are? The King?

Arthur: No. I'm his son, Arthur. (takes Merlin out at the knees)

Merlin: (thinking, remembering Uther and the execution) So he is that man's son. Shit... (tries to stand up)

Knights: (seize Merlin)

Arthur: (orders) Take him to the dungeons.

Merlin: Wait, wait, wait! I can't go to jail! I have... (remembers no one should know about his baby) someone that needs me at home.

Arthur: (incredulous) Really? How convenient.

Merlin: (begs) Please! I have to get back-

Arthur: Well, you should have thought about that before you attempted to punch the prince. (to the knights) Take him.

Knights: (Take Merlin away)

Time skip. In the dungeons.

Merlin: (couldn't blink an eye, walking in circles, too worried about his baby)

Gaius: (steps in, carrying the baby, as the cell door opens)

Merlin: (hurries to carry her) My baby!

Baby: (makes happy sounds)

Merlin: (Hugs her and then looks at Gaius) I thought you said she couldn't go outside.

Gaius: Well, I couldn't leave her with whoever and the only other person that can take care of her managed to get himself arrested.

Merlin: (hangs his head in shame) Sorry.

Gaius: Sorry?! That's the only thing you are gonna say? I told you to keep yourself out of trouble and what do you do? You pick a fight with the prince!

Merlin: I didn't know he was the prince!

Gaius: Even if he were just some nobel you can't behave like that! I know you are not used to treating with nobelty, but you must know when to keep your head down. (whispers so the guards don't hear) And you can't afford acting like an idiot, Merlin, you have a baby to look after!

Merlin: You are right. It won't happen again. I promise.

Gaius: (sighs) You're lucky. I managed to pull a few strings to get you released.

Merlin: Oh, thank you! Thank you!

Gaius: (gives him a disapproving look for being so excited)

Merlin: I won't forget this. (lift the baby, looking at her) Merlin is free to play! 🤗

Baby: (giggles excitedly)

Gaius: Not yet. There is a small price to pay.

Time skip. Merlin in the stocks, being pelted with rotten fruit and vegetables by children.

Gaius: (laughs at the show)

Baby: (in Gaius arms, giggles, clapping, very entertained)

Merlin: (sarcastic) Thanks!

Gaius: (leaves)

Merlin: (shouts) Don't forget to give her milk!

Gwen: (approaches, smiling) Is that your daughter?

Merlin: No, no! It's just... uhm...one of Gaius' patients? 😅

Gwen: (gives him an undrestanding smile) It's okay, you are not the first that hides their baby to get a job in the castle.

Merlin: (confused) ... What? (thinking) Servants are not allowed to have babies in the castle?

Gwen: I'm Guinevere, but most people call me Gwen. I'm the Lady Morgana's maid.

Merlin: (smiles) Right. I'm Merlin. (reaches his hand further out of the stocks to shake hers)

As Gwen congratulates him on standing up to the arrogant prince, Merlin thinks maybe this short stay in Camelot wouldn't be so bad if he already made a friend.

BASED ON THIS PROMPT >> PREVIOUS PART >> NEXT PART

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[marcsburnerphone]

The trials of us

(Declan O'hara x Fem! reader)

warnings: none so far

summary: At the start of their new company Rupert calls in a trusted friend to assist his business partner Declan O'hara the success of this set up is for the future to tell.

Pt.1 - pt.2

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“What's this have to do with me?” you ask as the horse you sit upon gallops softly through the wooded area. 

“He’s going to need an assistant and I'd like them to be someone I can trust, you're good at complying, no?” he laughs arrogantly at the end of the sentence, had anyone else said that your hand would have been at their mouth but it's Rupert.

“Funny, what even made you want to start your own company?” you ask as he immediately pulls his horse to a halt.

“Something changed inside of me I guess, I want to have something of my own.” he says almost nervously which is off for someone like Rupert, someone with so much confidence in his very being.

“Okay, and why Declan O'hara as your partner?” he's not someone to commonly engage in controversy he's usually more so the reason there is any controversy.

“Cause his daughter and family will have to resume their lives elsewhere and that isn't fair to them especially when they were promised otherwise.” he says while looking ahead.

“Once again, since when do you care about other people?” you say pulling your horse in front of him so he's forced to look at you.

“Since recently and if you continue to ask me questions you'll come to realize that my old ways are still very alive in me.” 

“Alright no need to be bratty.” you say before continuing down the path set ahead.

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“Okay Declan as i've stated previously my family friend that I'd wanted to hire as your assistant-”

“As I've stated previously Rupert, I don't need an assistant. I can handle myself just fine.” Maud who sits next to him rolls her eyes at Rupert quietly trying to suggest her husband is wrong to please another man.

“Well I can assist you for a week and by the end if you decide it's not something you care for then I will happily return home.” you say finding your way into the room they're sat down in. 

“Oh wait-” maud starts.

“You're quite stunning.” Taggie states immediately silencing her mother.

“As are you darling.” you reply with a soft smile till your eyes land on Declan O'hara, and my oh my that camera does not do him justice.

“Nice to meet you Mr.O’hara.” you say while reaching your hand out to shake his own.

“Nice to meet you.” he says, gripping yours quite softly compared to what you were expecting.

“And I'm Maud his wife.” she says cutting in while grabbing your hand from her husbands to shake.

“I know, it's nice to meet you also.” serial cheater, you think to yourself but you're no one to pass judgment. 

“Taggie I presume.” you say going to shake hers next, you're about five years older than her making her the only person in this town you could have good friendship with.

“Yes lovely to meet you, my dad could use your help even if he won't admit it.” you smile with a nod before taking Rupert's side once again.

“Like I was saying before rudely interrupted, she's only here to help, trust me she could attend to anything this world has to offer but she's willing to assist you so please declan don't be so stubborn and give it a try.” Rupert says a little strongly.

“Okay yeah i'll try it out.” his eyes are glued to your own, there’s no words you can put to his expression but strong and unquitting. You also don't miss the way Taggie and her mother eat Rupert with their eyes but that’s not of your concern as of rightnow.

“That is what I want to hear.” Rupert says excitedly.

“Where will you be staying?” Declan asks you.

“With my good ole friend here.” you say while patting Rupert on the shoulder.

“What no you will not.” he says immediately.

“Oh yes I will, you drag me out here, give me a job that I don't need and expect me to stay anywhere other than in this home that's far too big for you lonesome than you have mistaken me.” Rupert is silenced, stunning everyone in the room when he simply just shakes his head in agreement.

“She will be staying with me.” he addresses declan then looking to taggie who seems satisfied. 

“Very well then, i'll be going on a walk taggie if you'd like to join. I'd love the company. I'm not fond of the folk in this area.” she looks to declan for approval before joining as you two exit the room.

Maud looks displeased and Declan doesn't even dare to look at her while Rupert just smiles before also exiting the room.

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“How do you know Rupert?” Taggie asks as she tries to not seem worried.

“Childhood, our parents were friends and by the time I was born they were too busy chasing their pursuits to parent and Rupert was old enough to care for the two of us and he did.” you say with your hands crossed behind your back. “So he's like a brother?” “If it wasn't for that crude mouth i'd say yes but he's more of a best friend a companion i can always return to had I need anything and vice versa.” 

“Did you guys ever… you know?” she asks suggestively.

“Ew oh my god no, we've always been and always will be completely platonic like i said he dances on the borderline of being my brother i love him as such.” 

“Oh okay.” she lets out a breath of relief that you don't miss.

“Have you got a boyfriend?” you ask.

“No I don't, do you?” Dammit rupert.

“No, I've always been one that's content in her own solitude.” you reply as the sun is at its golden hour casting a gorgeous glow on the nature that surrounds the two of you.

“Well once you start working for my father the solitude will be stripped from beneath your feet.” she forewarns you.

“Something tells me it's not your father that'll be doing that.” you say with a laugh. 

“No yeah it'll definitely be my mother.” 

“Oh I was going to say rupert.” you say as you both start laughing.

“Perhaps he is too.”

“We should head back before the sun sets.” she nods in agreement as you change the course to which you were walking.

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“What's going on between you and the O’hara women?” you say while quietly entering Rupert's study.

“I have no clue as to what youre talking about.’’ He makes that stupid face you hated growing up.

“Yes you do, they were both casting glances to you in that room that I wouldn't call innocent.” 

“What can I say, women love me?” 

“Disgusting, poor declan though his wife is shameless.” he nods in agreement.

“Have you guys had sex be honest?” you ask while taking a seat in front of his desk.

“No, she tried it though.” you hum in understanding.

“Changed man.” you simply say.

“Stop it.” his eyes meet yours.

“Is it loyalty to the business partner or loyalty to his stunning daughter?” 

“Get out.” 

“I'll find out eventually.” you say while standing.

“Goodnight, first day tomorrow rest well.” he says returning to his paperwork.

“Night.” 

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I can't even write a required paper this fast.

hope you enjoy as always comment and reposts are so appreciated, all my love<3

[puck-luck]

Can you do Jack Hughes clubs and 12

warnings: LOTS of over the clothes stuff, bj, dry humping, comparison of sexual desires to intrusive thoughts (because i could think of no other comparison and that's how it felt to come up with this idea: specifically reader... starts to fuck herself on jack's tip while his boxers are still on), praise, sub!frat!jack, result of a bet, ongoing unlabeled relationship core

wc: 1,146

The bet goes like this: “Whoever gets a better grade on the final gets to handcuff the loser to the bed and do whatever they want (within reason).”

A stakes were completely fair. You and Jack had studied together, you’d gone over every bit of homework together, you’d done almost every project together– except for the one that had made Jack all jealous and finally admit that he wanted to hook up exclusively. Since you had prepared for the exam together, everything was left up to fate. Whoever got the better grade truly deserved it.

You’d opened your computers together to check grades when one of your other friends in the class texted and said they were in. Jack had looked at his grade and grinned, feeling confident. Little did he know, you felt more confident. 

“90,” Jack said.

You smiled wide and leaned in close. “93.”

That’s how you got here. That’s how Jack ended up handcuffed on his own bed, clad only in his loose boxers, which do nothing to hide how hard you’ve rendered him. 

You’re leaving open-mouthed kisses on his clothed cock, determined to make the front of his boxers entirely wet before you free him and get his dick inside of you. You want to tease him, dangling his favorite things right in front of him– his favorite things being your mouth and your cunt. It’s just an additional shame that Jack’s hands are tied, so he can’t touch your tits.

You’re on stage one, licking his member and getting spit all over him. Jack’s moaning whenever you suck the skin of his shaft, the vibrations from your mouth traveling through his clothes and causing them to rub against his skin. 

You get Jack whining before you move onto stage two.

“So desperate, baby,” you tease as you unclasp your bra and free your tits. You hook your fingers in the band of your panties and push them down. “Does it turn you on? To be tied up like this? To be the boy that I fuck to get myself off?”

Jack’s eyes are dark, tracing your every move. 

You prompt him again. “Does it?”

He starts to nod. “Yeah,” he says. His eyes dart across your features and across the expanse of your, now naked, body. “So much. I want you so bad.”

A grin creeps across your face. “Good boy,” you praise lowly, crawling up Jack’s body and giving him a kiss before you sit back on his hard-on. Those two words have made their way into your everyday vernacular ever since Jack needed comforting that one day not too long ago– you never want him to forget how good he is. 

Once you make contact with his member, Jack pushes his hips up. He grinds his cock against you by accident, his tip brushing against your wet hole and making you jolt. 

“Behave,” you scold, placing your palm flat on his stomach and narrowing your eyes at him. “This is about what I want to do, Jack.”

“Sorry,” he apologizes. His bottom lip looks a little more red and a little plumper than usual. He must have been biting it while you drooled all over his length.

You grind down on his bulge, situating his cock so that it runs parallel with your slit. You’re able to make contact with every part of him, feeling the ridge of his tip under your clit and the vein of his shaft– it could just be the seam of his boxers– against your entrance. A shaky gasp leaves your mouth as you roll your hips, alternating between quick and slow passes. You’re teasing yourself, just like you’re teasing Jack, but you’re not ashamed about the whimpers and moans that are falling from your lips.

Jack, however, seems to be trying to keep his own noises under wraps. He doesn’t seem to want to reveal just how affected he is by your touch and your sounds. His fingers are wrapped around the chain of the handcuffs, knuckles turning white as he stares up at you. His cheeks have turned red and you know that he’s close to breaking– close to begging for more.

Which means that it’s time to move to phase three– you’ll remove his boxers and keep his cock in the same spot, parallel with your pussy, and continue to grind against his bare skin until he’s seconds from shooting off.

You rise up on your knees, hovering above Jack’s lap. You can’t help but tease him a little more: “Do you want to take these off, or should I do it for you?” You ask, blinking at Jack with doe eyes. Then, you laugh and tap your head. “Oh, gosh, I’m such a ditz. I totally forgot you’re all tied up. Sorry, J.”

Jack’s hips buck up again at the mention of his bondage– an involuntary response that you file away for later. Again, his tip brushes your entrance, and your lips part at the contact. You look down at his boxers, which are completely messy with your slick and spit. There’s also a pearly bead of precum leaking from Jack’s tip, soaking through the fabric.

You’re not sure where the idea comes from. It seems to appear out of nowhere, filling your mind like an intrusive thought. You swallow, throat tight, then lower yourself down to resume your grinding against his member.

“Or should I take them off at all,” you say, voice feeling far away. You know you’re talking quietly and carefully, not sure if what you’re thinking is– too far. You reach behind yourself and hold the base of Jack’s cock, causing it to stand away from his body. 

Jack’s eyes are flying between your eyes and your lips, breaths falling from his lips in uneven pants. The blues are turning a bit glassy, but they’re rapt on you. 

You start to trace his tip across your slit, teasing yourself. “I wonder what it would feel like if…” You trail off, your own eyes leaving Jack’s and finding his lips. You lean back against his tip, feeling it breach your hole slightly. The fabric is so wet that you barely feel a difference. “Does it feel different?” You ask, breath hitching. “Fuck, J, I want to– just the tip. Just to see what it feels like. Then I’ll–”

“Take the handcuffs off,” Jack chokes out. His eyes are wild. “Y/N, take ‘em off. I’m going to fucking come inside you through my fucking boxers and I am not doing that without getting my hands on you–”

You cut off his rambling by shoving your hand under the pillow to the right of his head and feeling around for the key. He’s– he’s actually going to let you try it– the least you can do is take off the handcuffs and let him touch you, too.

[mischiefmaker615]

St Patrick’s Day

Rating: PG14 Summary: Loki's still new at learning Midgardian holidays and this one is probably his least favorite so far. Note: Happy (Early) St. Patrick's Day! XD wear green! at least do it for Loki ;)

The sound of the door practically being ripped open startles you where you almost drop your book, clutching it to your chest while you sit up on the couch for Loki to storm in.

‘’I try to understand and adapt Y/N but your Midgardian traditions get utterly more stupid the further we move into the new year.’’ Loki grumbled, clearly unhappy while his chest heaves to calm down within his sexy, tight black t-shirt. The jeans were enough to cause a distraction as well if you hadn’t pulled yourself together to help calm your boyfriend.

‘’I think everyone has their fair share in strange traditions..’’ you risk saying, having to at least make the tiny attempt to depend your planet’s honor while he plops down on the couch next to you, making you lift off the cushion briefly before you quickly set down the book on the table. ‘’it’s all a matter of getting used to them and deciding which ones to ignore, and which ones to care about. -like Christmas! You seemed to enjoy that one-‘’ you encouraged while he crossed his arms and looked at you with a deadpan expression.

‘’your Christmas holiday didn’t have nearly as much trouble other than the room convenience with the gifts and most people’s money accounts being drained. Though I would dare say that decision is on them.’’

‘’we just get ahead of ourselves sometimes in the time of gift giving, we don’t look at the money numbers’’ you shrug sheepishly and try not to shudder at your lost amount that past holiday- at least everyone was happy.

‘’so what exactly has you all riled up-‘’ you begin, your eyes turning to concern while you place a hand on his bicep to unfold his arms, only to have him flinch back and you instantly raised your hands in a surrender position. ‘’sorry-‘’ you said, a bit to sarcastically as if he were a kid throwing a tantrum but he was quicker to turn his body towards you with the shake of his head.

‘’no no darling- it’s not you.. I’m just a bit sore here and there..’’ he said a little quietly, not liking to admit such things while he took your hands in his to reassure you.

You raised a brow and looked him over. ‘’training was yesterday and you won most matches- how could you be possibly so-‘’

‘’it’s not that love.. your.. Midgardian holiday is what did it.’’ He said, his tone a bit sharper at the mere thought of it.

Furrowing your brows, you searched off into the room in thought before you freed one of your hands to pull out your phone. Opening up the calendar, you read what was today before you began laughing.

‘’you mean St. Patrick’s day??”

‘’and by gods if he is still alive, he will severely pay for what years of torment he puts people things each year.’’ Loki threatened, looking back at the room as if in search of him right then and there before you set your phone aside and leaned back on the couch with a grin.

‘’he’s not necessarily the culprit Loki.’’

Raising a brow at you, his body tenses as if there were a new threat in the tower and noticeably tightens his grip on your hand protectfully. ‘’I’m quite positive Stark wasn’t jesting this time about today..’’

‘’he wasn’t, it’s an actual holiday. To be honest, I don’t quite understand it myself nor do I really do anything on this day- not to say it isn’t important.’’ You start and rest your chin on your hand in thought. ‘’I’ll show you google again later.. I think St. Patrick was a religious man and got famous for that.. some people made up a tradition on this day for some reason that if you aren’t wearing green, you get pinched.’’

Loki looked even more bothered and confused. ‘’why is that?”

“there’s these creatures called leprechauns in folk lore that cant see anyone wearing green. Like.. they’re invisible or something. If they can see you, they cause mischief by pinching you.’’ You said almost in a voice like you were teasing a kid through a spooky story.

Loki’s deadpan expression said it all. ‘’that is quite a load of bullshit and I find highly offensive for those who are more experiences in the art of mischief.’’

‘’least I know your caught up on your Midgardian cusswords.’’ You half chuckle before scooting closer so you could lean against him, feeling his body instantly relax while he shifts a bit for a better cuddling position. ‘’whether it’s real or not, I don’t know. I suppose people just find any excuse to have fun.’’

‘’getting pinched is not fun, and I think everyone encouraging me to expand my wardrobe on this realm was just a trick to lead up to this event.’’ He grumbled.

‘’some of us just forget about some holidays- people usually spend most of their attention on the big ones like Halloween and Christmas.. at least you know now..’’ you offer sheepishly and heard him huff under his breath while you look up at him. ‘’who pinched you anyway?”

‘’Thor.’’

You cringe at the thought. No wonder it was more painful.. ‘’well he has currently a fresh memory cause he’s in the process too. He hasn’t forgotten those small holidays yet..’’

‘’apparently he didn’t know it was only requiring one pinch.’’ Loki grumbled and shifted you a little so he could wrap more of his arms around you.

‘’well.. he’s dumb. Respectfully. He does research, but doesn’t read it all the way.’’

‘’some things haven’t changed, regardless of what realm that oaf finds himself one.’’ Loki shakes his head and rests his chin comfortably on top of your head while you smile and close your eyes.

It was normally both of your pass times anyway, being together like this. You just felt bad he got the short end of the stick when it came to knowledge like that. So your mind began to drift off to things you’d try to warm him about so another situation like this wouldn’t happen again. Just as you almost drifted off to sleep in the process, you felt something hard poking you in the back that made you open your eyes and squeeze your legs from the beginning pressure that began to build.

‘’you know darling..’’ he began, his voice noticeably more husky while he shifted his arms a bit so his hands began to move to your breasts. ‘’you’re not wearing green either..’’

Your cheeks began to redden at his touch- never tiring of it even if he seemed to do this fifty thousand times a day while the throbbing between your legs began to get more noticeable. Just as his words finally registered, your eyes widened and moved to slow to grab his wrists.

‘’and I know exactly where to pinch-‘’

Holiday(s): "Valentine's Day"

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[writingwithciara]

across the hall; part 6 -quinn hughes-

summary: y/n moves in across the hall from quinn and in an emergency, she leaves her five-year old daughter in his care

word count: 1k

pairing: quinn hughes x reader, toxic ex-boyfriend x reader

notes:

she didn't know how or why she did it but 2 days after quinn left, y/n agreed to an actual date with andy. and because quinn was out of town, y/n was dropping abby off with bella.

"are you and dad getting back together?"

"i don't know, sweetie. i don't think that would be good for anyone, honestly."

"good. i like quinn so much better anyway."

and with that, abby skipped through the door of bella's apartment. y/n looked up at bella, who was just as shocked as she was.

"so, you're going on a date with the ex? how are you feeling about that?"

"a little terrified, honestly. the last time i trusted andy, he ended up hurting me in so many ways. i don't know if i want to let down those walls again."

"i totally get that. but it's just one date. you don't have to promise him anything yet."

"yeah. i suppose you're right." y/n looked at her phone. "i gotta go. thank you for agreeing to watch abby."

"no problem. you know i love her and helping you is what friends are for."

"you're right. again." y/n smiled and hugged her before getting in her car and driving away. she was meeting andy at the restaurant he picked out and she was more than nervous.

when she pulled up, she waited in her car for 5 minutes. she also debated on texting quinn but she knew he would try to talk her out of it.

as if he knew she was thinking of him, his name popped up on her screen. he was calling. and as much as she wanted to talk to him, she knew she couldn't. so she hit the ignore button and walked into the restaurant. andy spotted her and waved her over, standing up as she approached him.

"hey. i'm glad you're here. i was starting to think you had second thoughts about this date."

"i did. but then i had third thoughts. and fourth thoughts. finally, i talked myself back into it."

"well i'm really happy you're starting to open up to me again." he pulled the chair out for her and pushed it in when she took a seat.

"i'm mostly doing this so abby will have a chance to get to know her dad better."

"if that was true, then she'd be here, wouldn't she?" andy raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"fine. fair point. maybe i really wanted to try this again. i don't really know, honestly. still a little guarded when it comes to relationships."

"what about you and quinn? you don't seem guarded with him."

"he's my best friend, andy. if i had even a tiny bit of feelings toward him, i would not be here with you."

"okay. fair point." he used her words against her, causing her to smile. "okay. let's order."

for the next 2 hours, things were good. conversation flowed smoothly and nothing went bad. it was as if their past had been erased and they were truly starting new.

when it came time to separate for the night, neither of them wanted it to end.

so they found themselves back at y/n's apartment. and even though she was with someone who meant a great deal to her at one point, her mind was drifting to thoughts of the man from across the hall.

"andy, can i ask you something?"

"of course."

"after i left you, how long did it take for you to start changing?"

"honestly, i was trying to change before you left. i could tell you were one foot out the door and i didn't want to lose you. but i was too late." he lowered his head. "i'm really sorry i couldn't fix myself in time."

"it's okay." y/n sighed. "sometimes, things just happen for a reason and people come in and out of your life."

"yeah, i suppose that's true." andy sipped on his drink while looking at y/n. "i missed you, you know?"

"so you keep saying." y/n smiled. "and if i'm being honest, i kinda missed you too. maybe not so much at first. but after a while, it hit me."

"i feel like i missed so much with you guys. and i will never not regret it."

"if it makes you feel better, there's plenty of things i regret. but i'm not gonna get into it."

"understood." andy nodded slowly then looked at the tv. "so, what do you guys do?"

"when i'm not at work, i'm usually just here watching tv with abby or we're at roger's arena watching quinn and his team play. i never realized hockey was so fun."

"i think hockey is a boring sport, honestly."

"i know." y/n smiled. "but that's okay. you're still pretty."

"you think i'm pretty?"

"no. i was only with you for the sex." y/n rolled her eyes playfully. "of course i think you're pretty. well as pretty as a guy can be."

"thanks. and for the record, i think you're very pretty too." andy touched her arm tentatively. and when she didn't pull back, he smiled. "more than pretty, actually. so beautiful." he reached up to move a piece of hair out of her face.

"andy, i-"

"i know what you're going to say. and i'm not sure if we should do this either." he looked at her and leaned in closer. "tell me to stop, and i will."

"i-i don't want you to."

and without hesitation, andy's lips found y/n's.they sat on the couch and made out for nearly 10 minutes before andy reluctantly pulled back.

"i'm gonna hate myself for this, but i think whatever we're doing, we should take it slow."

"i agree." y/n looked at andy and for the first time in a long time, her smile was genuine.

"do you think you, me and abby can be a family again someday?"

"maybe. why don't we see how this thing goes before we commit to anything?"

"right. that makes a lot of sense." he stood up. "i should probably get going then before i get even more tempted."

"alright." y/n walked him to the door. "thanks for tonight, andy. it's been a while since i've been on a date."

"anytime, y/n." he turned to face y/n. "good night."

"good night, andy." y/n shut the door and let out a breath. what was she getting herself into?

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