#yorself

[i-bring-crack]

Instead of Shen Jiu being popped out of existence or his soul being swiched and ending up on Shen Yuan's body or even being stuck in his world as a ghost, Shen Jiu is actually placed as the system. And as such he must find a way to diverge the plot of PIDW so that the soon to be emperor Luo Binghe doesnt gouge out everything and everyone in his wake.

He utterly hates it, he is in shambles when his best chance is a run of the mill fanboy from the novel that has become sentient enough to warp reality and time. He hates the fact that his soul is now tied to Luo Binghe in technical terms, he hates he has to rewind time each and every single time Shen Yuan fucks it up with his horrid communication skills, he hates the way the player's modern lenguage has rubbed him off past those rewinds, he loathes the fac that he can`t even be himself and has to act like some sort of caricature in order for Shen Yuan to not notice who is derailing his life, and his own as well.

He hates the fact that its his fault the things have become more messed up.

But he is fine, he is fine knowing that he can put these new BL novel to rest and and let Yueqi and the sect live for more than what fate deemed them to be.

He is thankful, though not outwardly, that Shen Yuan was kind where he would never be.

[valar-did-me-wrong]

You're a doctor? That is so wild. Do you have a specialty?

I love learning people's careers- there are a lot of impressive ones on here it seems.

Hi👋🏽

Thankyou for sending in the ask and showing interest!!

Yes I am a doctor :D Though I don't have a specialization yet!

Here in India to be a doctor you start with a 4.5 year degree of MBBS (that I've finished recently) that makes you a graduate Primary care Physician & Surgeon.. we are kind of "Jack of all trades, master of none" of medicine... So we get trained to treat common diseases, manage government health programs and have licence to practice in primary care setups.

Then there's a 3 year long Post Graduate (PG) degree which actually gives you specialization (that I'm planning on next!) & then another 3 year one if you want to super specialize ;_;

So basically I'm an MBBS doc & I work in primary care at a mental health setup ^_^

[naivety]

really cannot overstate how powerful it is to be there for yourself the way you wish people would be there for you. that's not to say you don't deserve support from others too, but until you find those people in your life, sometimes what can get you through is giving that space and care for yourself in the meantime. taking moments just to tell yourself hey i know you're doing your best and that's enough for the world right now elsewise it wouldn't be, or hey maybe we did fuck up for real this time but i'm here for you and with you and we're gonna get through this, or i know we're alone right now but i like you and think you're pretty damn cool if i do say so myself, or i know things are hard and we don't have to force ourselves to pretend it's not but it's going to be okay, and even if it's not, that's okay too because i'm not gonna give up on you. we're in this together til death do us part baby

[spinelessfromthestart]

Ford stands for fucked on retard dick . do not drive those cars

[silver-la-pixels]

I kind of realized that all mutuals are either

-primarily have robot blorbos

-vSynth

-pokemon

-some form of chronic dissociation

-artist

-Aspec

[fuck-you-im-the-president]

quick boys, someone get him to sign lmanburg back to us while he’s distracted !!

— tommy

klil yorse lf 👎

[positivitywithinme]

[itz-hipshiitv]

did you know that there's a genre of adult media where people let worms crawl up their urethrapoles

[emi1y]

shout out to tumblr for putting [redacted] as a reccomended blog on my own page and making me see a photo of [data expunged] in the top 3 posts preview section i looove when i have to look at things i forgot about

[wormchaser]

hes gonna do it agai

[masquepalabras]

—Créditos a quien corresponda

Fuente: Pinterest

[weedevil]

life will be a constant cycle of crushing u and building u up again the idea of trying to find an infinite comfortability is unreliable and unsustainable for your happiness

[tojigasm]

﹒୨𝑒 ﾟ ˖ ⠀Etienne

ᥫ᭡... Kylo Ren x female!reader

Warnings: reader is having a bad day | Kylo and Reader have an established "relationship" for fucking, these bitches are in love | angst | fluff | pet names | crying | kylo is a good dom <3 | NSFW Minors DNI

⊹₊˚ꕤ˚₊⊹ Inspired by Adam Driver when he was asked how Kylo Ren would be like in a marriage: "gentle, understanding, and tall"

You and Kylo have an arrangement – an unusually intimate relationship of sorts.

A relationship that bears the weight of the relentless stress and all-consuming anxiety of life aboard Star Killer Base.

A bond that has evolved, transforming from monthly rendezvous to weekly encounters, now nearly daily confessions.

One that has shifted, over time, into a more casual and complex knowing of one another — What once was an escape from the unceasing abuse you endured at the hands of your bosses, and the immense stress Kylo was routinely under evolved into a transformed comfort in the complexity of your shared presence.

And over time, since you've settled into that knowing of Kylo, into who and what he is, you've found yourself craving something from him. Something incorrigible and filled with an uncouth carnality.

Beneath the foreign simulacrum of your entangled existence lies the undeniable truth that you both are bound by your ordained roles.

You remain a submissive entity in Kylo's life, surrendering to his dominance in ways that leave little room for his own influence.

He takes, and you give.

And it flows both ways—he often reminds you.

Reminding you when you're buried in assignments, lost in data transfers, and consumed by meetings, to the point where you forget to eat or rest.

At times, he steers you away amidst the labyrinth of the base, pressing a piece of bread or fruit into your hands before marching off to whatever he was called off to next.

Other times, through the modulated hiss of his mask, he commands in a whisper;

'Eat.'

It's not often that you find yourself buckling beneath the stress of working among the First Order. You pride yourself in being a dedicated worker – After all, that's how your relationship with Kylo had begun, with him pulling you away to promote you. To acknowledge your commitment to the cause.

The usual days are filled with meetings, assignments, data control and input, finalizing plans, etc. So much happens so fast throughout the day that it's rare you have a moment to think of anything but your next task.

But today is just... different.

Everything seems to be moving in slow motion. your vision blurred in your meeting earlier, and you nearly walked into the wrong room to input your data and almost tripped on your own feet while walking throughout the base.

Kylo had caught a glimpse of you from across the hall while speaking with one of the lieutenants.

from anyone else's perspective, it would've appeared as though he hadn't even noticed you there, but you knew he was staring at you by the small twitch of his head towards you.

You'd been avoiding him.

Being vulnerable was not something that came easy to you. Being able to strip yourself bare and present your very being to someone or something was intimidating.

With time, the entangled web of your convoluted relationship began to unfurl. You had imagined Kylo would be the one to unravel at your hand.

To roll over on his back in trust that you'd take the reigns; rose-petal lips pushed into a petulant pout, tears stringing thick lashes together along his honey-amber eyes.

The brutal weight of his position; as an Apprentice of the First Order, does not go unnoticed to you.

The very thought makes you raw with nausea.

When the end of the day crawls to an end, you find yorself stumbling into your quarters, peeling off your uniform before falling onto your bed with a shaky grunt.

You can feel the tears welling up in your eyes. the sobs rolling up the back of your throat.

Your Datapad pings

"Kylo Ren requests your presence in his quarters"

Pulling yourself up from your bed with a groan, you throw on a more casual uniform and your boots before leaving your room and making your way towards Kylo's.

The walk across base from your quarters to Kylo's is about ten minutes, and with each step, you can feel your resolve, begin to break, and anxiety filling out every corner of your mind.

You know what awaits you behind the door to his room, and it terrifies you so – the intimate truth that he'll make you submit to him and yourself brings tears to your waterline.

When the door begins to slide open with a gasping hiss, you consider tucking tail and running. He'd catch you.

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

In his room, you sit on his floor; his idea. The cool of the tile settles into your tight and hot skin, urging you to at least breathe properly while Kylo waits for you.

He's sat on his couch, watching you laid out on your back, your arm thrown over your eyes and bottom lip pulled between your teeth as you try to stifle the watery tone of your voice when he asks why you've come here.

And it's the truth. You had every ounce of control in the decision to visit him, as you've exercised throughout the past few weeks by choosing to ignore him.

You're not sure what you need. But you're completely sure you can't bring yourself to admit that fact.

Guilt gnaws at you as you curl up on the cold floor, your vulnerability laid bare. You choke on a wet sob, muffled by the skin of your forearm as you sink your teeth into yourself.

Kylo stands up from the couch to crouch beside your form, gently pulling your arm from over your eyes.

"I can't help unless you talk to me."

Kylo's voice pierces through the thick, hazy fog that envelops your mind. The ache in your head throbs against your skull.

You're just so —

"M'tired." Is all you can manage

You’re teetering on the edge, the weight of it all clawing at your insides, desperate to spill over and drown you. You want so badly to hurl it all at Kylo, to let him bear your burdens, to let him remind you in his brooding way that you’re not alone in this vast universe.

The urge shatter completely is a malignant beast, writhing and rooting itself in your lungs and gnawing its way up your throat, threatening to spill over in a vulgar torrent of sobs.

Kylo's voice cuts through the turmoil, distant, but you can feel him amidst the foggy cloud that's clogged your brain. Your ears suddenly feel stuffy, and you can't focus on the floor beneath you. His gloved hand wraps around your neck, anchoring you, dragging you back from the edge, his touch grounding you in the maelstrom.

You’re splintering, fragments of your mind breaking apart as you spiral into a maelstrom, unable to grasp at any semblance of calm.

"Settle," Kylo's voice slices through the madness, a stern anchor in your chaos.

A fleeting, grounding thought slips through: gratitude. Gratitude for his restraint, for not using the force to silence your brain, effectively 'shutting it off,' as you'd told him once.

He hadn't thought that was funny.

That was one of the first rules you set when this whole thing started—no forceful mind control. It felt too invasive, too overwhelming. But if ever the need arose, Kylo would know.

And he understood, like he always does.

Kylo's touch is steady, his fingers gentle yet grounding as they form a 'v' at the base of your neck. The way he squeezes and strokes, it’s a silent promise—a delicate balance between power and restraint, echoing the unspoken rules that warms beneath the surface of it all.

He soothes you, firm touch reminding you that he's here with you.

That he'll take care of you.

"What do you need?"

You've come to unravel Kylo. To know his existence and to understand that his offer stretches beyond the confines of what he can tangibly provide.

He's laid himself bare before you, stripped of all pretense, offering himself up in raw vulnerability, just as you've done for him countless times before.

There's an undeniable, visceral need between you – a deep-rooted wanting for Kylo to dismantle you, piece by piece. Meticulously reconstructing your shattered fragments into something whole once more.

In this raw, all-consuming bond, the edges of your souls bleed into each other, your desires twisted and inseparable, fueled by a primal, haunting need that neither of you can fully comprehend but both are helpless to resist. It's a dark baptism – a carnal need for Kylo to consume you.

To invade every corner of your mind and envelop your body with his own until you fuse together into one entity.

The pad of his thumb traces over your taut skin, and you instinctively press up against his hand with a sniffle, rising to settle back on your haunches.

Kylo's hold remains firm as he examines you, his gaze burning through every layer of your being, leaving you feeling exposed. A gentle hum simmers in your mind, and you feel yourself relax under him.

When you lean in, he meets you halfway, your teeth clashing and lips pressed against one another in a mess of desire and desperation.

His taste is a heady mix of vanilla and leather, intoxicating and overwhelming, as his strong nose brushes against your cheek.

His plush lips press against your swollen ones, and with a clumsy urgency, he pulls you into his lap, forcing you to straddle him. You're left breathless, inhaling through your nose as Kylo deepens the kiss, his tongue tracing the arch of your mouth before he captures your bottom lip between his teeth, sending shivers down your spine.

You're starving for him, desperation woven through every nerve rubbed raw and exposed under the rough of his leather gloves, the thick fabric of his cowl grazing your sensitive skin.

He's hungry for you. You crave to be devoured by him — to be completely consumed by him.

⊹₊ ˚‧︵‿₊୨୧₊‿︵‧ ˚ ₊⊹

"Stop fighting me." Kylo speaks lowly, gloved hands gripping the plush of your thighs, holding you open as his cock rests against your soaked folds.

Kylo remains fully dressed, opposed to your naked form under him; your clammy skin steams against the thick fabric of his heavy robes.

The stark polarity is routine.

He's got you propped up on the leather cushion of his couch; kneeling on the floor with his hands holding you open by the underneath of your shaky thighs.

You just can't relax.

"Can feel you tensing up," He states gently, the gloved pad of his thumb circling your skin softly, "You need to relax."

It's so hard.

It is so hard to just let your mind relax and relinquish your beingness in every waking second

Kylo knows you. Knows that you're tangled up in your mind, drifting aimlessly. You trust him to pull you back, as he always does.

And you're trying so hard to relax but with your tight hole clenching around nothing and the fat tip of Kylo's cock resting between your folds, it's beginning to feel damn near impossible.

"Canto?" he asks, watching your eyes keenly.

It takes you a moment to register the safe word and its meaning before you're adamantly shaking your head, mustering up a deep sigh in an attempt to relax yourself.

"I'm okay," you nod, pushing yourself up to rest on your elbows to look where your bodies meet, "Just-"

Kylo pulls away from you, and for a moment, you panic at the thought that this has gotten to be too much for him.

your panic must be evident in your expression by the way Kylo's eyes widen some, slipping your legs over his shoulders.

"You have got to relax."

"M'trying." You mumble abshadly, lowering your eyes.

"No, you're not," Kylo leans further down.

You're too tired and frustrated to argue back.

Kylo strokes the underside of your knee, "I'm just gonna help you out a bit. Can I do that?"

You nod, letting yourself sink back into the cushions of the couch.

Kylo's tongue runs flat against the sopping folds of your pussy, dragging it up to peck your clit.

He's quiet as he does so; dark and thick hair tickles the insides of your thighs and you nearly cum at the existence of Kylo Ren, an apprentice of the First Order, on his knees eating you out.

You must've said that thought aloud somehow because he makes an amused hum as he slips his tongue past your folds.

Your nails dig into the leather of his couch, and you give a light and shaky moan.

Kylo's hands move from their place on your hips to pull your hands up to rest in his hair to which you immediately seek purchase.

His nose bumps against your clit and you gasp, pulling at his hair to drag him upwards.

Kylo follows your lead, meeting your lips in a lazy kiss. Your taste on his lips pulls a sob from your throat.

"You okay?" he asks, pressing his forehead to your own.

You nod and Kylo leans back to slip his cock up and down your folds again. Your cunt easily swallows his length as he sinks into you.

"There we go," Kylo praises, pressing your legs back to their original position, spread out, and pressed flush against your chest.

The angle and your relaxed cunt pairs perfectly as he strokes the insides of your walls with his girthy length.

A small furrow of his brow lets you know he's enjoying this just as much as you are. You've come to know his tells.

You can never understand how he composes himself so well while you remain a writhing mess beneath him no matter the routine.

And you're so full with him that your thighs shake as Kylo takes hold of one of them and pulls it up to rest over his shoulder.

You nearly cum when he meets your eyes, gaze unfaltering as he presses a gentle kiss to your ankle.

The rock of his thrusts is piquant; rendering your mind numb and your body humming in response to his every touch.

"O-oh, Kylo," you nearly fucking purr, digging your nails into the fabric of his sleeve. The reminder of the power imbalance in your ranks sends a shiver down your spine.

Kylo presses himself into you at your sobs, thick fabric rubbing coarsely against your bare chest; adding a new layer of deliciousness to how full you already feel.

"See?" Kylo hums, the weight of him makes you keen, "It's not so hard to ask for help, is it?"

You feel like crying – suspended in an overwhelming haze of exhaustion and submissiveness.

Kylo.

Kylo is the only thing you can focus on in the heat of it all.

The weight of him, the stretch of his cock, his robes, his soft hair, his voice, his hands, his touch, his-

"Just need someone to take care of you, huh, sweetheart."

you're fully sobbing, chest heaving under him as the stress washes off of you.

You can feel Kylo pull out of you before you're being picked up. Your legs automatically wrap around his waist as he settles onto the couch, holding you in his lap.

Kylo shushes you softly, his strong nose stroking your soft skin as he presses kisses to your jaw and chin.

you grind into his lap, through the whirlwind of your emotion, sitll seeking pleasure from him, the ache of it throbbing in your heat.

"Need you," you sniffle into a sloppy kiss.

Kylo shuffles beneath you, moving you so that your cunt lines up with the fat head of his cock.

He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth as he sinks you down on him with a stifled groan.

Frustrated, you go to move only for Kylo to stop you. Bringing his hands from your hips up to cup your cheeks, forcing you to meet his eyes.

"Just let me do it," He says softly, kissing the tip of your nose, "Let me in."

You're hesitant as you pulse around him before you give a soft nod, "Okay."

And in instant, you feel lightless; the weight of your stress and anxiety completely dissipates, absolved by the room and Kylo and the whole universe.

And in the same moment, he thrusts beneath you some, dropping a hand to your hip to help guide you.

You can't focus on anything but him as you rest your forehead against his.

"Let me take care of you."

His room feels and sounds comfortably quiet; the hum of the base disappears and there's nothing left but your gentle moans and Kylo's bated breath beneath you.

you can feel the force everywhere – inside of you, on you, with you. It's addicting and you grasp for Kylo in the fog of it.

"I know, I know."

your breath hitches, an inescapable sob falling from your swollen lips.

"You're so big," you say softly, almost a whisper of it on your lips.

Kylo hums, continuing your steady rock against him.

"R'you close?" You manage through a wine, wrapping a weak arm around his neck to hold you up.

Kylo nods against your forehead, "Yeah, sweetheart."

When you cum, the soft quiet of the room pulses around you – a warm hum that rides over your skin in waves.

Kylo's quick to follow when you whine and squeeze around his swollen length, pulling you down to him as he fills you.

You feel him press a kiss to your temple, smoothing your hair off of your sweaty forehead.

"Tell me what you need."

A deep sigh.

"Just you."

[pucked-bunnie]

it's not that bad ⎜s.jarvis

pairings: seth jarvis x reader prompts: times they were hurt ⎜"i've got you" ⎜ genre: established relationship ⎜angst ⎜ warnings: mentions of injury ⎜ sad boi seth ⎜ mild arguing ⎜ reader is worried⎜ synopsis: seeing someone you love get hurt is never easy - trying to convince them to get help is even harder. word count: 1.5k authors note:  this was requested is from my prompt list and I love mr seth jarvis so much he's such a cutie so I hope everyone enjoys!

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You knew something was wrong as you watched your boyfriend hold his shoulder tight as he skated off the ice. He mumbles something to the athletic trainer who moves towards him on the bench, shaking his head shooting the older man a grin as he shakes out his arm. 

‘It’s all good.’ You knew he would be telling his team, making jokes about wanting to cry about how hard he got hit - but you can still see the way his face cringes as he moves his shoulder too quickly throughout the rest of the game. 

“Hey baby.” Seth coos as he makes his way out of the locker room - rushing over to your side to wrap his arm around you, placing a soft kiss to the top of your head. Seth notices instantly how your carefully manoeuvre your arm under his to return his hug, avoiding any contact with his sore shoulder. 

“It’s not that bad.” He whispers quietly, his eyes locking with yours as you frown, pulling away from the hug to slide your hand into his. 

“Did you tell the trainers?” You ask as you bid farewell to his teammates, the two of you making your way to the parking garage. 

“It’s really not that bad.” Seth sighs in response, your frown deepening as he shoots you a nervous smile. “I promise if this gets worse I’ll let them know.” He adds, as he pulls open the passenger door for you, a tense grin on his face as you slide into the seat, Seth shutting the door gently behind you.

 You know where this is going to go. You know the Seth is going to run with this motto for as long as he can manage. The hurricanes being so close to the playoffs mean that the stubborn man was going to hide any pain he could to push through - not wanting to be a disappointment to his team. 

“You look upset?” Seth asks as he pulls himself into his own seat, a grimace on his face as he rolls his shoulders back to get comfortable. “Please don’t be upset.” He whines as he pulls the car out of the parking garage, reaching for your hands settled in your lap.

 “How can I not be upset, Seth?” You sigh, moving your hands out of his grasp, avoiding looking over at him as his face drops, his hand slowly returning back to his lap. “You’re going to run yourself into the ground for no good reason.” Your voice is soft, but the words cut deep into your boyfriend, his body flinching as you speak. 

“No good reason.” He repeats your words softly, both his hands gripping the steering wheel as he keeps his eyes on the road. “My career and everything I’ve ever worked for is no good reason to you.” He adds the words coming out in a scoff. 

“That not what I meant.” You say. 

“It’s what you said.” Seth grumbles as you finally turn your head towards your boyfriend, the angry red rising on his neck as he tries to ignore you, his body still responding as you reach out to brush the hair sitting against the base of his neck. 

“I just hate seeing you push yorself so hard when you don’t have to. There are people on the team there to support you, but they can’t do that if you don’t tell them something is wrong.”

Seth’s grip on the steering wheel tightens, his knuckles turning white as he keeps his gaze focused on the road. The tension in the car feels thick, a heavy silence hanging between you as you let his words settle.

“Look,” you say, trying to soften the moment, “I know how much this means to you. I really do. But you need to take care of yourself first. It’s not just about hockey; it’s about you.”

He lets out a frustrated sigh, finally breaking the silence. “You don’t understand. If I sit out now, if I say anything… what if they lose faith in me? What if I lose my spot?”

“Your health is more important than a spot on the team, Seth,” you insist, your voice steady but pleading. “They’ll understand. They’re your teammates—they want you to be okay. You think they’d want you to push through pain just to be on the ice?”

His jaw clenches, and you can see the conflict warring in his expression. “I can’t be the weak link. Not now, not before the playoffs. I need to be strong for them… for you.”

“Being strong doesn’t mean ignoring your pain. It means knowing when to ask for help,” you reply, your tone gentle but firm. “You’re not just a player; you’re a person, and you deserve to take care of yourself.”

The frown on his face deepens, and he runs a hand through his hair, exhaling heavily. “I just… I don’t want to let anyone down. I’ve worked my entire life for this.”

“And you’ll keep working for it. But not at the cost of your health. This isn’t a sprint; it’s a marathon. You have to pace yourself.” You reach out, placing your hand gently on his arm, trying to ground him. “I know you want to be there for your team, but you can’t pour from an empty cup, Seth.”

Seth shifts in his seat, the tension in his shoulders easing just slightly. “I just don’t want to be the guy who doesn’t give it his all,” he murmurs, a hint of defeat in his voice.

“And you won’t be. But giving your all also means knowing your limits,” you assure him, squeezing his arm gently. “You’ve given so much to this sport already. Now it’s time to think about you too.”

He nods slowly, finally meeting your gaze. “I guess I just… I’m scared.”

“I know,” you say softly, your heart aching for him. “But I’ve got you, Seth.”

A small smile breaks through the clouds on his face, even if it’s tentative. “Okay. I’ll… I’ll think about it.”

“Good,” you reply, relief washing over you. “And promise me, if it gets worse, you’ll talk to the trainers, okay?”

“I promise.” He finally turns back to the road, the tension between you easing, but the weight of the conversation still lingers in the air. As he focuses back on the road, you can’t help but steal glances at him, wishing you could take away his pain but knowing that all you can do is support him through it.

As the familiar streets pass by, you reach for his hand again, intertwining your fingers with his. This time, he doesn’t pull away, his fingers of his free hand taping on the steering wheel as he pulls into the garage of your apartment building. The two of you make your way into your home quickly Seth settling on the seats in front of the counter digging around in the left over pasta he nabbed from the rink kitchen. 

“Do you think they’ll really understand if I tell them?” Seth asks, his expression shifting, his hands pausing their movements, his mind still racing over the options - the decision heavy on his shoulders as they slump forwards.

You nod earnestly. “Absolutely. They want you to be at your best, Seth. If you’re hurt, you can’t play to your full potential. They’ll want you healthy for the playoffs.” You stop your motions in the kitchen leaning against the bench as you watch him. “Seth, one of  my favourite things about you is you never know when to quit - you just keep going and going until you’ve got nothing left to give.” You start taking a deep breath before adding, “but one of my least favourite things is you don’t know how to quit.” You say, a small chuckle leaving him as he lets out a shaky breath. 

“I just feel so weak sometimes when I have to ask for help.” He admits, his hand dropping his fork to push the hair away from his face. 

 “Knowing when to step back is actually one of the strongest things you can do.” You admit “I see how hard you work, how much you sacrifice. But you’re life is more than just hockey.”

Seth takes a deep breath as he leans back in his seat, his hand rubbing at his face as he lets out a long groan. “I’ll talk to the trainers tomorrow,” he finally says, the resolve in his voice making you smile. “I think it’s time to be honest with them—and with myself.” 

“Good.” You nod trying your hardest to stop the grin spreading over your face, using your fist to cover your mouth. 

“You just love being right, don’t you?” Seth teases, digging his fork back into his pasta taking a big bite of the tomato-y goodness. Your smile widens as you nod, rounding the counter to press a soft kiss against his cheek. 

“I don’t like being right.” You say quietly, placing another soft kiss to his temple before adding, “I just love when you realise you’re wrong.” Seth drops his fork as he gasps in shock - his hand pressing against his chest at the betrayal in your words. 

“How could you.” He states, feigning hurt. “And in front of my pasta.” You chuckle at his words, shaking your head as he shoots you a quick grin before finishing his food. 

[stychu-stych]

I love how you draw yorself on the doodles :D its so fun

Fiancee reveal when?

✨ta da✨

[soadawritesstuff]

Video games

Pairing: best friend!touya todoroki x fem!reader

Warnings: Smut with too much plot, fluff (?), Minors DNI, quirkless au, friends-to-lovers, unprotected sex, penetration, oral sex (fem. receiving), mild swearing, pet-names (doll, princess etc.), intoxication, alcohol consumption, reader isn't referred to by name, reader has female genetalia, probably some grammar mistakes

Synopsis: What was supposed to be a comfortable game-night with your best friend quickly took a drift as the drinking game Touya suggested leads to something way steamier

A/N: I don't know why and how this ended up this long but I had a bunch of fun with it. Also this turned out fluffier than intended, you're welcome lol. Of course all characters belong to Kohei Horikoshi. The banner is from the Manga Dengeki Daisy.

You were excited for this weekend. Not that you weren't excited for every other weekend as well, but you have been looking forward to seeing your best friend since he texted you a long awaited: "Hey, I finally got this weekend off, wanna hang?"

You haven't seen Touya in MONTHS, both his job and your schedule occupied too much time for a proper meet-up. Every time you planned something, a random emergency prevented it from happening: a curse that seemed to haunt the both of you.

So Touya and you agreed to just have a slow day, veg on his couch and play video games. Maybe watch a Ghibli movie as well. Anything else was too stressfull and neither of you had the energy to do something more elaborate. Both of you organised snacks (which were, of course ,already carefully chosen over text) and you brought games from home in case Touya didn't already have them.

At exactly 7pm you stood in front of your best friend's apartment door, knocking your usual knock-pattern the two of you created when you were kids. His doorbell didn't work and he was too busy but also too lazy to fix it, he wouldn't even contact his landlord about it.

You heard mufffled curses shortly after you knocked followed by rushed shuffeling which you presumed was Touya's attempt of quickly cleaning up. A notorious procrastinator as usual. The door openes and in front of you appears a slightly messy looking Touya in black sweats and a white shirt. A wide grin spreads on both of your faces as he steps forward to hug you.

His hugs were the bomb, you always felt so safe and warm whenever you hugged him. His cologne sneaks it's way up your nose as your face is comfortably smooshed against Touya's chest, a boyish chuckle escaping from the man that you call your best friend.

"I missed ya, you clown", his big hands ruffle your hair making you squeal as you shimmey out of his hug, your hands trying to fix what he so shamelessly destroyed.

"My haiiir, Touya you ASS"

"What, doesn't matter anyways, it's just me", a mischievous glint flickers in his eyes, "Or did you pretty yorself up just for me?". Not even 5 minutes in and he already got an eyeroll out of you.

"In your dreams, dirtface"

And with that you waste no time and march right into is apartment. You just hear a "yeah yeah" behind you but you will not give into his bs just yet.

You toss your sneakers next to the entrance and flop down on his comfy couch. So many mario kart sessions were held on that couch. Glorious victories and devastating losses.

"So, what are we playin'?", you hear Touya shifting around in the kitchen that is connected to the living-space.

"Mario Kart and whatever I have laying around", he carries the chips bag he just got over to the couch, already snatching one from the bag before you even got the chance to grab some.

A grin spreads on your face.

"Oh I will so kick your ass"

"big words for a loser"

"You are dead meat Tou"

And with that the two of you busy yourselves with cussing each other out and laughing, both of you blue-shelling the other countless times. Touya's winning tactic consits of trying to block your range of motion so dealing with him taking over all your couch-space made it hard for you to get a win.

After two hours both of you got bored, you played every track a billion times.

"I wish there was a new game-mode or something" you sat criss-cross on Touya's couch, head resting on his shoulder as he puts his controller to the side.

"How about we turn this into a drinking game?", you turn your head too look at him. He just smirks. The suggestion lingers in your mind for a few seconds.

"And how exactly would that work?"

"Hold on"

Touya swiftly makes his way to the kitchen. You hear glasses clinking and the fridge being opened. Shortly after your best friend returns with two shot glasses and a bottle of Vodka.

"Woahh, I haven't had a sip of alcohol in a year, ain't that a bit much?"

"Oh relax, you're gonna be fiiine", Touya puts the two shot glasses down in front of you on the couch-table.

"It's simple. We play rainbow road. Whenever someone falls down the track, they take a shot. First one to finish the race wins. Easy enough, right?"

"..I don't know Touya"

"You're just scared you're gonna lose", that mischievous look returns on his face.

"Am not!"

"Oh? What was that?", Touya begins to make chicken noises "I think I just heard a chicken"

"Stop it Touya!"

"There it was again, chicken." You try to swat him, unsuccessfully. "What's wrong chicken? You scared that you're gonna lose?Hm? HM?!"

"FINE", there was no way getting out of this one. Once Touya has an idea you basically already lost. It's not like you want to be a killjoy or boring, you just weren't sure what would happen if both of you were highly drunk. You weren't sure nothing would happen. And you didn't know what would happen to your friendship. Touya and you were always playfully flirty around each other and you would be lying if you said you didn't wish you were more than best friends sometimes.

But you couldn't lose your oldest and strongest friendship in your life. Everything was way too risky for your liking. But Touya's pain-in-the-assery left you no other choice.

You forgot all about your previous worries as soon as you started playing.

The first few rounds weren't too bad, you only fell off the evil rainbow-track a couple of times and even won one race. But with every round it got significantly harder, with every shot the track got even more evil. Touya fell off a good amount of times as well, but he seemed to be holding up much better than you.

.

You were laughing histerically as Touya fell off the track shortly before the finish line, allowing the Luigi NPC to win instead of him. Both of you lost count of how many shots you drank and how many rounds you actually played.

"Tou I am exhaustedddd"

"Jus' one more doll", Touya had swung his arm around you some time before this round but you honestly didn't remember when.

"Nah Tou, I can't anymoreee", Touya leans close tou your ear, squeezing you closer to him.

"Please doll, I promise 's the last one" his tired and gravelly voice slurred against the shell of your ear.

"I can't hold my 'ontroller right, I'll die if I fall off one more time"

"Y'don't have to play alone, w'can play together, see", he grabs your waist and shifts you between his criss-crossed legs, your back hitting his torso.

"Ya don't need to drink, I jus wanna play one last round", He loops his arms around your waist, putting his chin on top of your head and pulling you closer.

"Here, we'll play with my controller"

Touya pushes his controller into your hands, placing his on top of yours while his head still sat on top of yours.

He was so painfully close, your face turning hotter and hotter the longer you played. Him guiding your hands lazily while watching the track had something oddly comforting as well as feeling his heartbeat pressed against your back. Everything was just so warm and fuzzy, you didn't even notice the growing hard-on in your best friend's sweatpants.

It was only after you made the finish line that you felt a certain something poking your lower back. Holy crap.

"Touya.."

"Mmm?"

"I can feel you.."

Silence. He probably didn't immediately catch what you even meant.

"I mean your dick"

Oh.

His body shifts slightly, you can feel it even more now. Touya grabs your waist again, electricity rushing through your veins.

"Sorry doll, 's just what happens when your body is that close", his voice is just above a whisper by now. Touya's hot breath trickles your neck, all your hair stands on end.

"I just don't really know what to do" your voice left the chat long ago. You can't bring yourself to speak up, even now your words come out shaky.

"Do you want to do something?" Touya starts to nibble just behind your ear, freeing a whimper from your lips.

"Tou~..."

"If you wanna stop, y'gotta tell me now. Because I won't.."

You can't even think straight. Everything turned foggy and you don't know if it's Touya or the alcohol.

"I...don't want to stop"

"Good", his voice is barely audible yet so dominant.

Touya proceeds to place a trail of kisses down your neck, stopping at the base to leave a nasty hickey along the way. Your hands find his hair as Touya slowly starts to peel off the layers of your outfit, one-by-one. You turn around to face him, all of your garments on the floor except for your underwear.

The look in his eyes is swarmed with lust and something unreadable, that face of his is so incredibly close but something keeps you from connecting your lips to his. He places a hand onto the small of your back and lays you back-down onto the couch. Something about him hovering above you gives you the worst case of butterflies in your stomach, excitement and arousal bubbles up and spreads across your entire body.

Sitting on his knees, staring down at your exposed body, the white haired man pulls his shirt above his head, revealing just the silver chain around his neck and a trail of white pubic hair down his abdomen. He tosses the shirt aside and leans down, him now nestled between your legs and caging you with his arms on either side of your head.

"You don't know what you do to me, doll", you just hear the jingle of his necklace as he leans down, engulfed by him and his smell. The tension is intoxicating, his forehead on yours, heavy breathing. The heat radiating off of both your bodies.

"I wanted this for so long", you swallow, your tounge feels endlessly heavy. "Please..", you can only mouth that word.

His lips brush against yours, breath hitching. You need to dive deeper into him. You grab his head and let your lips crash together, both of you finally fusing into one. It's so strong, his lips taking control as he devours you with one passionate kiss. Your head spins. You've always imagined this moment yet it was never as intense as it really is.

You feel Touya's hands wander down your body, grazing your sides and gliding to your hips, where he slowly slides his fingers underneath your panties. Goosebumps follow everywhere he touches. Still mid-kiss, your panties are slid down and tossed across the room, followed by your bra. He finally breaks the kiss only to slide down your body and plant himself between you legs, eyes looking up and finding yours. The boyish grin on his face sends a shockwave through your body.

You are too dazed to react in any sort of way, glossy eyes just pleading for him to eat you out. His hungry gaze fuels the fire in your lower abdomen, causing heat to pool between your thighs. Touya dips down, carefully placing kisses and licks to your inner thighs and outer folds, diving deeper and deeper. The man has you squeaking and yelping in no-time.

You always knew he got around plenty yet it never hit you until now, his experience clearly showing as he licks every little crevice and circles your clit expertly. Your legs are shaking violently, somehow you're gonna crush his head between your thighs with your orgasm oh so close. Closer and closer until it suddenly rips through you, hands buried in his white hair as your whole body tenses up and then collapses right in front of the man that makes your world crash down. It's like a supernova exploded right inside your mind, everything goes blank. Nothing but euphoria.

You've never experienced a climax that overwhelming before, you can't stop shaking while tears roll down your eyes.

"Shhh, woah, it's ok, it's ok" Touya's voice calms you as he brushes your tears away with his thumb.

"Are you alright? We can stop if you need a break", you slowly calm down from your high and take his hand to press a kiss against his palm.

"I'm good Tou, just...need a second" you try to supress the sniffles while you wait for your nervous system to rebuild itself again. A few seconds pass by when you finally collect yourself.

"wanna keep going", you smile softly.

"As you say, princess".

With a quick peck to the cheek and a squeeze to your thigh, Touya sits up to slide his dark sweats and boxers down. His length is impressive yet not monstrous. The nice curvy shaft and pretty pink tip make your mouth water, you didn't know a dick can be this pretty.

Your awestruck gaze makes Touya chuckle as he pumps himself a couple of times before positioning himself between your legs again.

"One last chance to stop"

You place your hand on the side of his face as he leans forward. "I want this Touya, please", and with a passionate kiss your once-best-friend slowly slides into your messy folds, stretching you out so deliciously you could've cum just from that.

After some adjusting, the both of you start to settle for a slow but balls-deep rythm, moaning into each other with hands and lips everywhere. After some shifting and re-positioning Touya eventually finds that one special spot that makes you scream his name like a damn prayer, hitting it over and over again.

You clamp down, the sensation too much when he reaches down to fondle your clit. After a few more thrusts you collapse again, this orgasm even stronger than the first one. Your eyes meet Touya's as he fucks you through your orgasm, dick twitching and gaze clouded with so many emotions at once. "Fuck, princess you squeeze...so..hard", with that he fills you up to the brim, cum shooting into your still convulsing walls. You remain like this for a couple of minutes to come down from both your earth-shattering orgasms.

Touya just collapses on top of you, still inside you but too tired to do anything about it. He hugs you tightly.

"You are..so amazing doll"

You are both still slightly out of breath as you fall into a deep sleep with you in Touya's arms. You forgot to turn off the Tv, the dim light shining on both of your intertwined bodies.