#been worse than usual lately 😔
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Kinktober 1- Handjob
Lo’ak Sully x Human Fem Reader
Warnings ⚠️: It’s kinktober… theres smut. 🤭
Minor’s DNI 🤌🏻
Hehe I’m so excited kinktober had started. Please forgive me for a lot of my stories aren’t straight to the point smut, I was under the impression they had to be these grand ole’ things 😔 This one is all under Reader’s (your) P.O.V.
I haven’t proofread any of this so please forgive any mistakes. I’ve been down in the dumps lately but this aint about me, on to the smut!
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Word count: 2.6k 😭 (and this is one of the shorter ones)
I’d been curious about the Na’vi anatomy and always hoped I could catch a glimpse of a naked body here or there but had been proved wrong more times than I wanted to admit. For creatures who often worse so little- to show they had nothing to hide from their great mother- they sure seemed prudish. I had expected to have seen several bodies now -male or female- it truly didn’t matter to me, but I had yet to catch even the slightest ounce and was growing frustrated about it.
Yet here I was standing in front of Lo’ak, who’d been sitting in front of me on one of the metal crates into the later hours of the night, simply making out with each other. He’d come in with an angered expression often worn after having gotten in an argument with his father about his reckless behavior- yet didn’t seem to be proving Jake wrong my coming to me. But we’d never done more than just talk about his problems or frustrations, and today was different, we’d never kissed before but I didn’t feel the need to stop him.
His large hands had come to grip the back of my thighs from where I stood, lifting me effortlessly onto his lap, bringing me closer to him and easing the strain on his neck from having to bend down, but had taken notice to the bulge in his loincloth. A shiver runs up my spine as his tongue inserts my mouth all while placing me right on his boner causing a moan to rip through the kiss. I felt his hands move to circle around the tops of my thighs and slide up, one settling on the swell of my ass, and allowing the other hand to trail up my back and hold the back of my neck tenderly, his thumb on my jaw.
“Someone is excited,” I’d manage to speak after we’d parted to catch our breaths, coming out labored as if we’d just ran a marathon, heart beats far too erratic to attempt calming down at the moment.
“I wouldn’t be too cocky, you know I can smell you, hmm?” He asks with a smirk playing at his lips and tilts his head slightly toward the side, eyeing me with his beautiful green eyes. They typically changed on occasion, as does everyone in the clan, but whenever the evening hit, they managed to turn into a soft shade of green that made him look curious, innocent, and irresistible.
“Don’t we usually talk about our feelings?” I asked as a way to quickly change the subject, looking away for a second, I didn’t want to admit that I had forgotten with the dizzying kiss that he could smell me, wanting to regain some composure, placing one of my hands on his cheek, the other having been wrapped around his neck for stability from the moment he set me on his lap.
“I figured we’d take a different approach.” He straightens his head out and answered rather quickly, my eyes moving up to meet his once more.
“How far does this approach go?” I asked with a smirk, secretly hoping this would be the time I would be exposed to their anatomy, I had been told it was similar to human anatomy but I just needed to see it with my own eyes.
“That depends on how far you want to take it.” His voice had been smooth and deep at the moment, my eyes slide down toward his lips and I could feel myself wanting to feel them on mine once more, bringing my rather small hand up from his neck and onto his cheek, pulling his face down to meet mine, the warmth of his lips ghosting over mine before he pulls back with a chuckle.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what you said.” He’d stated with just enough sass for me to picture him having crossed his arms at that moment, and if he could I know he would, but it warmed my heart to know it was because he was currently keeping me secured on his lap and he didn’t want me to fall.
“Stop being arrogant, it’s not a good look on you.” I joke while placing my hands on his forearms to steady myself while grinding over the bulge in his tewng, his fingers gripping my hips at that moment, seeing his jaw tighten as his teeth ground together, eyes meeting mine and I could see just how dilated his pupils have gotten.
“What’s a good look then?” He asks after stilling my hips, holding me in this position and making it near impossible for me to grind against him, almost whimpering at the loss of contact, but taking the liberty of knowing his hands had been busy restraining me to reach down and tugging the edge of his tewng lightly.
“Sliding this off,” I took the moment to look at him through my lashes right as I tugged, his groan particularly loud, sliding me off his lap. I could feel a surge of excitement run through my body, the heat coming down to meet at the pit of my stomach as he stands, his bulge in my face, and his hands rushing to take it off.
“Do you even know what you’re doing?” He asks right as he unties the straps but holding whats left of it over himself actively covering what I wanted to see most, disappointment coursing through where the heat had been. No matter how badly I wanted a peek, I found my eyes trailing up to meet his at the sudden question, and shook my head truthfully.
“I haven’t even done this with a human, but I’ve seen it-“ I admit more than what had been necessary but he hums and slides his tweng off to expose himself fully. Yet I couldn’t find it in myself to look as I was mesmerized by his eyes, he sits back down but looks back at me with a soft smile, I’d been on the receiving end of that often.
“I can teach you what I like,” He offers in a gentle tone, unsure if he’d meant to sound cocky, confident, or kind. I could only find myself nodding along to his words and taking a hesitant step forward, unsure of how close I should get, but feeling the excitement return as the familiar heat of being young and horny returns to my gut.
“Okay,” I stated too quiet for human ears, barely hearing my own statement, yet focusing on the flicker and inward turn of his ears to know he’d heard it, he reaches a hand to pull me closer, fingers grasping alongside the length of my arm with a sense of desperation.
“I like when you kiss me, your lips are soft, just like the rest of you.” He mumbles as his face comes down closer to mine and I’m rewarded with a kiss.
“I’ll take this now,” His grip on my wrist is light as he guides my hand down toward his lap, I was just thankful I had been standing again, but didn’t bother opening my eyes as his lips attach themselves to mine again. His tongue prodding against my lips for a bit before I feel the heat in the palm of my hand, tongue now in my mouth right as I feel my fingers wrap themselves around his hefty member.
I can feel him wrapping his large hand over my smaller one and gently stroking up his shaft, almost gasping at the warm sticky sensation I had gotten once sliding my hand over what I assumed was the head of the shaft, whatever liquid had rubbed itself between my fingers and onto my palms must have been pre-come, but I’d kept my eyes closed as he slid his hand back down, guiding mine along toward the base of his shaft. It had been pretty long but it could have also been from the slow speed at which we’d been going.
It hadn’t taken much time before his own hand had fallen toward his side, face pulled back as he adjusts his hips to glide into my hand, and I had stupidly stared at his face the entire time. There was something about the way his eyes had been screwed shut that had me feeling pride in my chest knowing I’d been making him feel good enough to close his eyes and shamelessly thrust into my hands with lovely whimpers leaving his mouth.
I’d allowed myself to tear my eyes away from his face and stare at the cock in my hand, almost gasping at the size of it, it had been about the size of my own forearm and my fingers couldn’t even wrap around it completely. It was the prettiest shade of blue I’d ever witnessed, the veins at the side angrily popping out, the blood pumping through keeping it at attention in my hand, feeling the urge to use my other hand and reaching out to place it below. Hearing his hiss and stilling my hands just to feel his member pulse heavily in them, his eyes having opened and stared right into his own lap, traveling over to mine in anticipation.
“Why’d you stop?” He asks with the strain evident in his voice in a pitch I have yet to hear it in before. Having never heard something as sweet and desperate as that and wondering if this would be the only time I’d ever hear it.
“S-sorry,” I mumble and put my hands to work, watching his face closely, feeling his hips thrust into my hands again, but I could also see him gritting his teeth as he restrained himself from following through like he had previously.
“Why are you holding back?” I asked, taking notice of his knuckles almost whitened as he holds on to the edge of the crate as if his life depended on it.
“Don’t wanna scare ya’ off.” He speaks through gritted teeth, the resemblance toward Jake was uncanny, this guy was a carbon copy of his father, but hearing his thick voice speaking English made him sound like him too.
“You’re pretty big Lo’ak, do you think it would fit?” A groan is pushed past his pretty lips and I look up innocently to meet his lust filled eyes.
“Fuck are ya’ talkin’ bout?” He hisses as I move my hands up toward the head of his cock and taking into account the tip had been angry, their pre-come seemed to flow like a slow river, never ending, and I was wondering how much longer it would take for him to come, taking the time to gently squeeze my hands and hearing him whimper.
“You sound so pretty and all because my hands are on your cock, who knew this was all it took to get you to stay -mostly- quiet?” I run my hands back up the length of his shaft and stare directly into his eyes, hearing his breath shudder out.
“Do you want it to fit, cuz I’ll make it fit, shut your ass up.” He finally seems to gather enough willpower to answer my question and I smile as I drop my head to the side, noticing his eyes haven’t left mine, but I’m too busy noticing a soft spongey feeling piece of raised tissue, taking time to rub my hands over it slowly and hearing the blue giant above me moan loud.
“Can’t even keep quiet, can you?” I tease.
“Fuckin’ hell.” He grunts and thrusts his hips in the opposite direction of my hands, making his cock slide up as my hands went down, sliding against that same soft spot, hearing him growl for the first time and squeezing my thighs at the sound.
“What is that?” I take my hands off his cock just to witness his eyes widen, a pleading look stuck on his face, silently begging me to place my sticky wet hands back on him.
“It’s like a g-spot, but on the outside, feels s’good when you touch it.” He answers rather quick and I’m amused at his answer, reaching out and touching it with a single digit, pressing against it and rubbing it in a similar pattern I often liked using on myself.
“Shit right there,” He gasps and shuts his eyes again, my own eyes softening at his face contorting in pleasure, the sounds he’d been letting out were fucking beautiful and I wanted to hear more, but I finally caught a whiff of the sticky residue on my hands, getting curious and placing it in my mouth. A loud moan is ripped from my mouth at the distinct taste of his pre-come, his eyes snapping open and catching me in the action, still rubbing against the spot on his cock and watching his hips rock.
“That’s hot-“ He groans and once again I stop my ministrations.
“You taste good, Lo.” I compliment the taste while placing my other fingers in my mouth to lick them clean, feeling as if I’d grown addicted to the taste, the hunger in his eyes having grown from the moment he’d caught me in the act. I could hear his whimper as I shoved my other hands fingers in my mouth greedily.
“Please,” He whines.
“Thank you for your manners,” I answer after licking my last finger clean and placing both hands back on his sopping cock, having remembered his never-ending flow of pre-come continuing to ooze out, I wanted to place my mouth over it but knew the second I did he’d come in it, and I have no idea how much come came out of them, I’d rather save myself the drowning for another time.
“Your hands are soft,”
“Just like the rest of me, hm?” I hum, repeating the words he’d used on me before and watch him pathetically nod his head, knowing to pay attention to the swelling bud on his cock and hearing the sweet moans emitted from him.
“M’close,”
“You can come whenever you need to, baby.” I stated and feel him pick up on his own thrusts, moans spilling out of his mouth willingly, not wanting to keep quiet at all, why would he, nobody was here at night. I felt myself biting my lip and squeezing my thighs to chase some relief of my own to no avail, but placing all of my attention on running my hands along his shaft.
“M’coming!” He groans and theres a sudden burst of bioluminescent come spurting out the swollen head, spreading down his shaft and covering my hands, I could feel the pulsing of his penis as his orgasm neared its end, slowly rubbing along to help prolong the pleasure and hearing him groan as he slumps over slightly.
Curiosity getting the better of me as I bring my come covered hand up near my face to smell it, smiling to myself at the sweet scent coming from it and poking my tongue out to swipe a taste, this was different to human sperm- from what I’d been told- it wasn’t salty but had somewhat of a sweet taste to it and I could hear him groan.
“What? I hate to waste something delicious-“ I hadn’t meant for that to sound as dirty as it did.
“Wanna pull your pants off?” He asks in a serious tone and I find myself looking back at his cock lying limply against him, starting to diminish in size after his orgasm.
“Like you could keep that up.” I point at his penis with a smirk. “They tend to not work when soft.”
“My mouth works just fine.”
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So, prompt 34 with Loki, Tope: 8, AU: 5, please!
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To Be Loved
Loki x plus size reader
He just wanted to help his best friend score a date and now he’s heartbroken.
Warnings: fake dating, heartbreak, unrequited feelings (maybe), happy ending, hurt/comfort, friends to lovers
WC: 1.6k
Minors DNI
34: “I can’t leave knowing you’re angry at me.”
8: Fake dating
5: Modern
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Heartbreak is a devastating feeling. It can tear you apart, piece by piece over years until there is nothing left but a hole that they used to fill, or it can crush you in seconds, stealing your breath and your happiness in one fell swoop. But what makes it even worse is when you don't realise you were in love until it’s too late.
Loki had never experienced heartbreak before, he had never known the feeling of true and unconditional love until her. But now as he looked at her dancing with another man, he knew what it felt like, and the worst part of it was that it was his fault.
He forced himself to turn away as the man’s hands traveled down her back to grip her wide hips tightly, pulling her plump body into him. He watched as she gasped but accepted his actions, her own arms winding around his neck to draw his lips closer to hers.
It was a simple favour she asked of him, one that she could only trust her best friend in the world with. “Can you pretend to date me so I can make Lincoln jealous?” Lincoln, her next door neighbour that she had a massive crush on. There hadn’t been a day gone by since he moved in where she didn’t talk about how pretty he was, how sweet and funny, how undeniably sexy. And Loki didn’t mind saying yes, she would have certainly done the same for him if he wanted to impress someone he wished to woo.
But somewhere along the way, in between the less than platonic hugging, the bouquets of flowers he had delivered to her apartment every Thursday, the kisses on her cheeks that slowly got closer and closer to her lips, Loki found himself believing their lie. That she was his and he was hers.
Then, yesterday morning, they ‘broke up’ and Lincoln came to her rescue, easily taking her into his arms and comforting her. Loki woke up today to a text that made his stomach turn with an emotion he couldn’t recognise. ‘Lincoln asked me out! I owe you big time!’
Her Instagram story confirmed she was going on a date. The red dress that clung to her generous curves like a second skin, paired with black stilettos that made her ass look incredible was proof enough that she planned to seduce the man she was pining for and all Loki wanted was to drown himself in liquor.
And of course he just had to pick the same bar that they went to. His heart dropped as she pulled her new beau to the dance floor with swaying hips and dark eyes. He knew what that meant and it was killing him. Why now? Why did he have to realise that he was stupidly in love with his best friend when she was getting the thing she truly wanted and could make her happy?
He left without getting a drink.
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Y/N was getting worried. Loki hadn’t texted her in days. She knew he was ok, he had been active on Tumblr and Insta but whenever she called him, it went straight to voicemail. Her last straw was when Thor mentioned that his brother hadn’t left his apartment in days, getting him to do his grocery shopping so he didn’t have to go out.
The trip to his flat went by too slowly for her liking. Every second that passed was like torture, she couldn’t help but imagine everything that could have happened to him. Her heart pounded loudly in her ears with each step up his building. She didn’t bother knocking, knowing he would probably refuse to answer if he knew it was her.
The apartment was darker than usual with his black out curtains drawn and the lights off save for a few candles scattered about the place. It was like walking into a funeral. An air of grief and despair hung heavily over the room like an early morning fog.
“Thor, I have already told you, I am not leaving. I am content to stay here until I see fit.” His melodic voice was raspy and sounded disused, as if he hadn’t spoken for days. “It’s not Thor.” She called back.
Loki emerged from the darkness and she gasped. His pale face was gaunt and haunting, with almost bruise-like dark bags under his blue eyes, it was apparent he had not slept for at least half a week. His black hair was greasy, haphazardly tied up in a fashion that was so unlike himself. “Why are you here?” It came out as a snarl, a tone he had never used with her before.
“You haven’t been answering your phone.” He scoffed, turning his back to her. “I didn’t think you’d care.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?” She followed after him into his bedroom, determined to know what was going on. Loki didn’t even look at her, only returning to his bed much like a petulant child would after a tantrum. “Leave.”
Y/N crossed her arms over her ample chest and glared down at him. “I can’t leave knowing you’re angry at me. You know that.” But he didn’t answer. “Loki, what’s going on with you? Have I done something to make you upset?” The mattress dipped as she sat at the foot of it, placing her hand a few inches from his long legs.
“Loki please.” She begged. “It’s nothing.” He murmured, pressing his face into one of the many pillows by his head. “It’s obviously not nothing for my best friend to stop talking to me.”
“Friend.” He spat out the word like it was dirty.
“All right seriously, what the fuck is happening? Do you not want to be friends anymore, is that it?” she huffed, thoroughly confused and hurt for her best friend.
“Yes.” He hissed as venomously as he could, yet he still refused to meet her gaze, terrified of the emotions that swirled in the depths of those e/c’s.
Y/N’s breath hitched and she felt her through tighten with tears. “Loki.” She said his name so softly, filled with so much concern and hurt, it made his chest ache. He could feel his resolve crumbling, wanting to spring out of bed, tell her it was just some cruel joke and go back to how they were before.
But his heartbreak was too much and he knew that it would destroy him even more to have her so close but so far away, to watch her fall in love with someone else as he was trapped in her orbit, destined to burn out and self-destruct.
“Y/N, just go.”
“Just tell me why, you owe me that much.”
“I don’t owe you anything!” His rage burned brightly as he rose from the bed. “I don’t owe you anything because I have already given everything to you! My heart, my soul, my love, my happiness. All of it is yours and yet you still want more!”
Y/N stopped breathing as he continued to speak, tears building up in her water line. “I am yours! I have been yours for years, since the moment we met! I have never asked for anything in return but now I am. So please, please leave me. Do not hurt me even more.” She had only seen Loki cry once before, when his mother had passed away. But his silent sobs all those years ago were nothing compared to this.
The blue of his irises stood out against the bloodshot red of his eyes, shining in the low light of the room. His body trembled with sobs as he desperately begged her to listen to him. She couldn’t move, both terrified of how hurt her best friend was and what he was admitting to her.
“If you have any kind of love for me, leave.” He pleaded. Long arms curled around his lanky torso as a sort of comfort, his gaze dropping to the floor.
His body sagged in relief when he heard the bedsprings creak as Y/N lifted herself from the mattress. Tears still rolled down his slim cheeks, wetting the old sleep shirt he had not taken off for days. A soft touch against his sharp jaw made him gasp, his eyes shooting up.
Y/N stood before him, her own cheeks wet with tears. “How can I leave knowing that the man I love with all my heart is in such pain?”
Tentatively, she took a step forward, their bodies now pressed together in a way that they had only dreamed about before. And when Loki didn’t move away from her, Y/N allowed her other hand to cup his other cheek, slipping away his tears with her thumb. “Loki, you are my light, my life, the air I breathe. I have wanted to love you for years yet was too scared to tell you and for that, I am sorry.”
His cold palms held her wide hips, squeezing gently, like he was making sure this wasn’t all some cruel dream his mind conjured up. “I never wanted to hurt you but I have. I will do whatever it takes to make it up to you.”
“Don’t see Lincoln again.” He whispered, lowering his face to her own, blue eyes fixed on her lips.
“I’ll find a new place to live.” Her voice was a mere murmur, breathy and sultry.
“Tell me you love me.” The tips of their noses brushed together.
“I love you more than anything.” Their lips were almost touching.
“Kiss me.”
As their lips finally met in a long overdue kiss, the shattered pieces of their hearts sewed themselves together, tangling in each other. The torn edges smoothed over with true and unconditional love, glued with care, never to be broken again.
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this whole school is full of mentally unstable ppl. im here to make it worse
theres this goth girl that sits in the very back of all your classes, an inkblot against the wall- she managed to change her schedule to match yours. if anybody asks, she'll say she put some of sort of love spell on you but really shes just got blackmail on the principal. she sits at the table next to yours at lunch even if its full of ppl she hates (which means anyone who isnt you), even trails behind you as you walk home despite living the complete opposite direction (and its a miracle you dont hear her- her boots are very loud !) she practically materializes from your shadow just to sit next to you at all those stupid pep rallies
shes never managed to work up the courage to speak to you, but my god is she smitten. just wants to wrap you up in her long coat and never ever ever ever let you go ! -esoterica (lowkey tumblr has been Devouring all my asks lately i'll be so sad if this one doesnt make it 😔ive known unnamed yandere goth gf for 12 seconds and i love her already)
Regina tosses the small rock in her hands a few times as you walk ahead of her. The smaller zipper on your backpack was unzipped - like you were expecting and wanted her plan to work out in the end. Coming up in a group of trash cans, she lifts her hood over head and hurls the rock as hard as she can against one of them.
As you inspect the source of the vibration, Regina runs up behind you and shoves something in your backpack before trying to speed away. She doesn't move fast enough as you feel the tug on your bag and turn to face her. She blushes as your eyes meet hers.
"Your backpack was unzipped. Pay more attention next time." She says in a monotone, slightly deeper voice in hopes you won't recognize her. She wont be able to wear her colored contacts for a while, but it's worth it if you don't know she's the one who left the gift in your bag - despite it being a secret confession of her love.
Regina scampers away before you can even thank her.
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At home, you find a keychain in your back with a skeletal kitten holding its open dismembered tail in its mouth and the tag line, "You've got me by the tail."
You don't think much of it more than a kind gesture by a potential admirer, but it's so much more - embedded with the love she held for after all the missed opportunities to hand it over to you in the past. In the classroom, by the bleachers, outside your house at night. It was just a silly little trinket she got as a promotional prize that became a charm and symbol of her love.
The following day, Regina was more quiet than usual at the sight of that little keychain on your zipper - utterly shell-shocked and in prayer that one day she'll get over her nerves and tell you how she feels.
#yandere goth#yandere x reader#yandere oc#yandere scenarios#yandere imagines#yandere insert#yandere x you#yandere headcanons#yandere x darling#yandere#Yandere blurb#yandere x y/n#yandere fic#female yandere#yandere drabble
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Nat 😔😔😔 i got yan diluc on the brian today. thinking about when you are injured, how the darker parts of him just love that you need him-- that you rely on him so much. when he needs to help balance you or even carry you... when he has to feed you in bed... that's the maids job certainly but when you're ill or injured, he has no excuse not to be there. and he worries about you so much (far too much) he never would want any harm to come to you but he can't help himself if he lets you get a little hurt. if you get a little sick. especially if you haven't been responding to his affections lately, to remind you that he's here to protect and cherish you. making you need him is how he keeps you 🥺
it starts off as genuine concern; you're sick, and that terrifies him. he tries so hard to keep you safe from other outside sources - ensures that no monsters dare come near dawn winery, redoubles his effort to keep monstadt safe partly for your sake. but there is nothing he can do about such natural occurrences as sickness bugs and airborne viruses. so the first time, he wants to be by your side because he's so paranoid that things will get worse and he won't be around; he needs to have you in his eyeline so that he's assured you are alright.
only . . . as it turns out, when you are sick, you start to get a little clingy and needy. even though you still ostensibly despise diluc, he is there for you - he is the one to support you into the adjoining bathroom, to spoon soup into your mouth, to press his warm hands against your freezing cold body. running temperatures and out of it, too, he finds that you're so much more forthcoming than usual - brain all addled, you speak to him in a way you never would if you weren't running a too-high fever and unsure whether this is a dream or real life.
you're so desperate for comfort you even allow him to climb into bed beside you - to smooth his thumb over your cheek, a hand over your hair. diluc is trembling as he holds you. he cannot believe that you are letting this happen - not railing against him. you fall asleep on his chest and diluc thinks this must be what celestia feels like. '
when you're injured, too - when you haltingly ask him for help putting on your clothes, being brought to the window so you may see . . . if you need his help attending to baths, if you are unable to do any of your little hobbies and ask him instead (desperate, desperate to not be bored out of your skull) to keep you company, instead of cashing him away.
so who can blame him, when you start to get a little too fussy and thrust your chin up and argue, if he asks the maids to leave your windows open in the dead of winter? that things are left at the top of the stairs, just in time for you to trip on them? that you find yourself pushed a little too roughly by servants in the halls? he's just chasing that high of being needed. if you'd only acquiesce to begin with, he wouldn't have to do all this, would he?
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besties, it’s been a day. after nearly three years of a spotless record, I tested positive for COVID this morning 😔
the good news is that I’m genuinely not feeling all that bad—scratchy throat and some sniffles, but as of yet, it hasn’t been any worse than my usual allergies. I’ve also gotten a lot of reading done while stuck in my room today, quarantining from the rest of my family lol
today was my day off, and technically I am still cleared to go to work (which is insane to me) but I’m seriously considering taking the rest of the week off to be safe.
apologies for skipping out on WIP Wednesday today. I did get some writing done, but nothing felt interesting/polished enough for a preview post. depending on how the next few days go, I should have something ready later in the week.
anyway, there’s been a rise in COVID cases lately, so stay safe everyone!
#personal#in fairness to my boss he agreed that the lack of restrictions now is crazy#which is why I think he’ll be understanding if I call in tomorrow
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me personally, i feel like booboo the fool 🤡 bc i got hopeful seeing how old victor was so i dared to wonder if reina would be. Not Young SKSBSJSNSB i forgot only males can be over 25!!!! OF COURSE they made her a highschooler 💀
i DO like her characterisation and i get it but like. i feel like things like her voice and attitude don’t really match her appearance…? with the way she acts, i feel like it would have made sense to make her, idk, a little older? not 30, bc that would have been too much for the babies at namco to handle 🥺🥺 but at least, not a highschooler!!! there was literally no reason for that except for the fact that they’re cowards LMAO. i would have been pissed if they made her all squeaky and shit. but at least right now, i just don’t feel intimidated by her at all. idk personally i find her characterisation (mainly her voice tbh) a little jarring with her young looking design and she just seems like a little shit AJSBSBSB
really im not surprised AT ALL, but a sigh was still soghed 😔 ig we’ll find out in january what she’s really about. i have a feeling i’ll warm up to her at some point though
LIKE. i was already expecting reina to be young. i knew there is no way she's gonna be as old as kazuya or lee. but i was guessing she'd be around 24-28 years old. i was... not expecting her to be a high schooler LOL. like, for some reason, that took me by surprise. so reina was worse than i was expecting!!
and i know, know, there ARE plenty of old dudes who have children later in life. but the problem doesn't necessarily lie in heihachi having a kid at a late age, it lies in the fact that there can't be any older females in the tek series. jun's the only "older" woman we have whose actually 40+ in the game. nina and anna don't really count since they were cryogenically frozen, and therefore haven't actually aged mentally or physically since tek2. hell! even lidia is only 29, and according to her backstory, was apparently 21 when she got into office. except... i looked it up and yup
poland's the same rules as we are, you have to be 35 to be president. they couldn't even make a PRESIDENT 35 years old. so, of course heihachi's youngest kid is his daughter.
and i do agree, it is kinda bizarre since... they did actually give her a fairly deep voice (as you would expect heihachi's daughter to have) which isn't seen often with the "school girls" of tekken who usually have higher pitched voices. so idk why they went with the idea that she's a high schooler at xiao's and jin's school. since that raises questions (has she seen xiao and jin before?) but... MAYBE she's actually gonna have something to do with jin and xiao, so maybe THAT'S why she has to be a high schooler. we'll see when the game comes out. right now, reina's background is a total mystery, we're only guessing what it could be. hell, her being heihachi's daughter isn't even actually known yet, we're just assuming due to her taking his personality / movesets, and the leak.
which, yeah... that's also why i'm scared she'll be an actual threat / hinderance in the story. because a high schooler isn't all that intimidating. an older woman would've been much "scarier", and more believable she could go up against the likes of kazuya and even jin. which i've seen many people try to defend it with "so what if it's a high schooler flooring kazuya? this game is full of unrealistic crazy stuff!" and it's like i'm SOOO tired of "TEK IS UNREALISTIC IN THE FIRST PLACE, SO THE SUSPENSION OF BELIEF SHOULD JUST BE COMPLETELY SNAPPED!!11!" it's like..... a story can be fantastical, but still have grounded rules for its own universe. and when it comes to power level scales, the series has been... mostly consistent. so to have a teenager who can possibly be a threat to kazuya or jin is just going too far imo. BUUUT... we also don't know if that's what's going on. we'll just have to see when 8 arrives.
which i would've liked reina a lot more if it just wasn't for her connection to the story, and my fears i have regarding her because of that. but we'll see when the game comes out. maybe i'll be blown away and she'll become one of my favorites. we won't know until we play 8!
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I am having such a hard time in my personal life lately, and there's alot of uncertainty, fear, anger, and just generally not good. I have been feeling overwhelmed lately, lots of stuff on my plate and more crap got added and dumped on, and now it's just overflowing and that is putting it mildly. There is still good things going on, but it's overshadowed by these other events and elements, making things difficult and hard to deal with with everything overwhelming and confusing and hard to leaf through like a big salad with too many different veggies, croutons, too much of an element or uneven quantities of things on it too much dressing, the ratio is off or something. In short, it's a disappointing salad, basically.
A storm has been brewing for some time, between 20, 10, or 15 years there has been. Sometimes it's fine, managed, not dangerous, or calm and then it storms and it rains and pours. Other times it's a constant arc era of it, random, frequent screaming, or and nothing makes edgeway no rational talk or sincire or effort of apology with backhabded or snide remarks and only escalating and making it hard to rationalize or even more ideally work it out. If you wanna come back to it later after ironing things out or cooling off you get cut off and it's silent treatment. Egg shells, silence, even some fatigue from all the adrenaline of the anger and decades or days, weeks or resentment. Rinse and repeat.
or worst case, its nucleqr troubles, like tropical tornado storm deafcon 5 crisis mode. Last time it was
So then comes the fears, uncertainty, everything is up in the air. I'm sitting here, bitting my lip and my tongue from spewing hateful shit, potentially pointed bitter confessions, incencritty saying something wrong or maybe worse things you can't take back or even come back from. And it isn't just you it's then too simultaneously.
Is that how you really feel or felt?
Has this happened to you growing up?
Fine until they're not. The last time this happened, I lost my shit and my mind. I was so not good, but before this weekend it was manageable because confrontations and such were backburner, and no conversations.
Perhaps cheerful past few interactions olive branch in the form of a surprise bottle of wine once in awhile but this month frequent. Decent humanesque conversations of light topics and safe and being decidedly scripted or bordering on carefully selecting every word like when you are ordering from McDonald's and don't want to mess up or fumble your words to tip them off all is not well. Such as maybe being drunk and running into someone and you don't want the other to know you aren't in the best state to talk and all. It's like random spurts like a pop quiz. It isn't truly genuine talk nothing is honest about it. Usually, it's pretty short like small talk, you're not that important or significant or wrong even in your own experiences or whatever.
They are the dominant in the conversation and you listen and can only say few things. Thinly veiled is some niceties or relatable or even predictability and this is where it snaps like a rubber band and it ends. It's so fleeting. It isn't worthwhile and you go where you go and whatever and leave the place. From experience it goes one of two ways, the true calm b3tore the fireworks or the storm el niño and you are fubar. Then comes all the shitstorm stuff I touched on before.
Well this is where current events fall into place and I do not want to get that deep into that or delve that personally publicly but only trusted mutuals I'd speak more about that to and with than someone stranger. 😔
This is what happens when you are not taking care of yourself or have accepted so much things that led to these consequences for better for worse. Some people have grief that manifests differently sadness anger or even violently or a combination. not even that isn't a pass or an excuse for being so bad off, it destroys so much in the person's life for starters and your own and no one or
What if they are family? Immediate?
I'm hurt and resentful, I don't feel community of that end of the family as this is a black sheep or at least in stereotype that could be an understatement or determine or pigeonhole. I don't know or can't speak on for sure what or now they're feeling about me because of the eggshells on the floor at every path and at every turn in almost every situation. No honesty, and it's cold. You see them through images and video impersonal informal and most importantly at and from a distance all the while missing out on precious time with loved ones or missing milestones because of the storm. Rain outs, delays, cancelations or radio silence. Nobody communicates property nothing changes. Finally, bitterness builds walls and barriers and screaming eveloped in silence ence speaks volumes. I care. They might care too buy fears keep them faraway. I think about when I see a birthday without a invite, instead, snubbed and pictures with family and none if us are there or invited, crpssed out cast out. It is particularly the storms fault, not mother nature or a curse or a conspiracy. It was deliberate. I don’t have a lighthouse or a beacon
I guarantee the storm though chaotic is only human and has feelibgs.
Could be possible they feel pain and some guilt and big time regrets. It is uncomfortable. The kicker will be eventually when they are gone. The once close, the once cordial, the once happy memories will be slowly gone too, and the decressendo to emptiness and the regrets pile up like my plate that is overfill to the brim and the past will be a distant memory, tragic and more people will dip out and they will probably be alone and leave the planet too one day and like Jay Gatsby nobody will care no one will attend the service for them or in their honor but out of an obligation and
I had been consistently failed by this person. It is embarrassing. I'm trying to take care of myself in the meantime. My peace has been disturbed, and I'm temporarily derailed, and it has been about 8 or 9 years since the last time I experienced this level of incertianty and fear and constantly living in survival mode. Counterproductive as unresolved tension reaches a boiling point with everything else is boiling on backburners and staining and tainting the good. The now strained straw suddenly breaks the camels back and makes it unbearable and remarkably awful and bleak. It took 3 days to knock it all down and take the bunch of baby and large steps back totally a preventable situation no matter what and certain. It sucks. It isnt half of it, but this is about a smidgen. This is personal, but it's all I'm willing to share in this grim glimpse tonight.
It is so rough. I don't even know how to put it all together or fix a thing. Is it even something I'm able to revise or repair? I don't know if I have tools and can I make a difference or a bad difference? Unfortunately some how a moot point but a fifty fifty crapshoot a fork in the road, and I haven't the slightest idea what to do now. I want to change things and wish I could. I can't fill the glass. I do not have to fill or whatever because I can't, in the sahara or something, so now I'm keeping it to myself, and the water no matter how selfish it sounds. I can't burn myself again or burn me to keep them or the storm itself cushy and bite my tongue till it bleeds or worstcase, it all becomes all consuming and kills me or it's all irreversible. I wouldn't be able to handle this kind of thing years ago but it's been the same for years. It's a cancer on famkly and friends near and far a death sentence. The optimistic part of me has slivers and speckled hopes but o don't know if I'm overreacting but I feel like deeply for once I'm not.
I desperately need a miracle or a magic genie for a wishfor good things to happen no more destruction. We were almost done rebuilding from the last wave the last 10 or so years or even longer who knows? I don’t like it. I dont want a part of and that keeps me up at night.
For the record, September sucks. Just wake me in November. The storm is human and negatively impacting my life. I don't know what to do.
I'm always last to know things in every aspect with few exceptions I wasn't equipped for a explosion or spontaneous derailment of everything qnd all the destruction in the wake the next morning or the day after or after effects. The hangover I guess.
Just get help. I can't help you. I need to be selfish and focus on me for the first time. You disserviced me so now I don't know how to remedy or find a solution or save myself from torment. I can’t even with this any longer. You aren't sorry. You just don't understand or are just as lost as I am. I live in constant dread though put on a happy face. It's getting hard to play pretend. I'm not ready for any aspect of this. I'm omg angry and hurt unbelievably and rightfully. It's valid. I don't know if I can bounce back at all. I want my romantic relationship to work because last time the stars lined up this way I lost them too because I lost myself and my mind and took time to rebuild and after neglect myself and things I'm so much more aware and wide awake to the bullshit. I used to feel stupid and now my eyes are open to the bad part. It is ALOT.
I hope I'm gonna be okay. I hope. Fingers crossed. Wish me luck. It really sucks, fucking sucks. I don't know how to like previous mentioned use careful words or struggle to compose virtually anything. That is it.
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Tell me the shit fp sees at the 24 hour gas station.....
He’s definitely found somebody od’d in the bathroom. He’s seen so many things in the bathroom nothing can ever hurt him again…
Adolescents thinking they’re being slick with their thievery but they’re being so goddamn obvious fp just has to laugh and usually he just lets it go because who is he to tell someone not to steal… but sometimes he’s feeling a little bitchy and will stop the kids right at the door when they think they’re home free and he can ruin their entire day/night 😂
Tho sometimes he sees a kid who’s obviously starving and sneaking like slim jims and baggies of chips into his hoodie and fp won’t say shit about it ever. Or if a kid comes up to pay for food and doesn’t have enough money fp will let it slide or he’ll pay out of his own pocket 😔
There’s also definitely been an occasion or two he’s seen some guy getting aggressive with his kid or girlfriend or something and usually fp stays out of it cuz like really what is he supposed to do here? Get involved and get his ass beat? Make it worse for the other person? He knows not to get involved.
He’s definitely had to clean up piss when a drunk dude came in at like 2 am and just whipped his dick out in a corner and let loose jfndjjcnd
He once had Hiram come in in a black hoodie and sunglasses and a baseball cap buying ding dongs and Doritos and a giant slushie bc Hiram thought if he went to the south side no one would recognize him but he didn’t know fp worked at the gas station so needless to say he was very surprised when he got up to the register and refused to make eye contact and ran the hell out of there and fp held that over him the rest of the year
Definitely more than a few crackheads coming through just living life… high out their minds. Will strike up conversation about shit that makes absolutely no sense with fp but he goes along with it like it does. Or they’ll just be talking to themselves in the aisles. They’re harmless enough and it keeps him entertained so there’s that
There’s definitely been customers who have come in where later he will tell Fred he SWEARS they were a vampire or serial killer pr something and Fred’s like “you’re being paranoid” and FPs like “NO YOU DONT UNDERSTAND YOU WERENT THERE THAT GUY WAS DEFINITELY A VAMPIRE”
This isn’t anything he’s seen I just wanna say he and Fred definitely bang in the back room when FPs working a late shift and there hasn’t been a customer for hours :)
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https://heeracha.tumblr.com/post/686138384311304192
I FEEL THIS ON SUCH A DEEP LEVEL LIKE KSHSGEHU- Sorry 😔 but my mom does all those things too AND ON A DAILY BASIS. But then when I opened up to her about how all the things she says to me actually affected me more negatively instead of pushing me to be better, she actually stopped saying them. And I am SO thankful for having her as my mom and I always think how I couldn't have had a better mom. Unfortunately no one's perfect, right? Lately I've been feeling depressed. As if I'm not worth anything and I'm useless. I don't find the things I usually find fun, fun. I started to forget to eat and drink and take care of my hygiene. Of course it also affected my school life. I'd start procrastinating more than ever to the point where my adviser would beg me in my messages because she didn't want me to lose my rank. When mom found out she was really angry at first but then she started saying that she doesn't expect anything from me anymore. A few days later after that I told her why I was doing so badly and that I was confused about what I was feeling. She comforted me but then came back a few days later to tell me I wouldn't amount to anything and that I ruined my own life and that I shouldn't blame her when I become poorer and that I shouldn't expect that I'd get accepted into my dream school anymore. It's like she got worse but I understand her. She's working her motherly ass to provide for not only me but the whole family. She works to pay for the food AND the bills and has a terrible husband (who is working btw but lives as if he owns the house and doesn't pay for anything) in exchange for her hard work. I get why she would be angry but I don't know why I can't just pull myself together. I just want to rest in peace. And I totally get you.
Sorry for the ramble. i just wanted to get this off my chest since I don't have anyone to talk to.
I offer you 3 pout Heeseungs for my apology!
3 is my lucky number ( ◜‿◝ )♡
:( im sorry honey,, i hope everything will be okay for you soon. and i believe, you're still gonna be able to get into your dream school because i know you can do this and will ace it if there's an entrance exam and pass all the requirements. dont pressure yourself too much just go along with the flow, okay? just a little bit more patience okay? we'll get through this !! i'll be with you, supporting you 100% !! maybe u just really need a well deserve break/rest,, unwind for a bit !! dont stress yourself out too much. i love you !! :( <3
and stop it !!! dont say sorry, dont be silly !! para kang others 😭 just know that you can always rant here, oki? i may not reply right away but i will !! thats a promise <3 mwa thanks for the three heeseung tho lmAOOO mwa
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Okay so you're doing overdone fanfic tropes. Then you must do the "There's only one bed" trope with Dazai.
a/n: this was so much fun to write, i used to love reading these sm :)) ty! i got rlly tired in the end so i started being vague and emo, my apologies 😔 /hj
warnings: dazai being dazai, fem!reader
too close for comfort - dazai x reader
“You’ve got to be kidding me.”
Your bags fall to the floor dramatically, making your coworker snicker. Or maybe he’s laughing because you’re this worked up? You envy his ability to not freak out over this, but you want to slap him even more. But of course, you couldn’t. The bastard would probably enjoy it.
“What’s wrong? Do you not want to share a bed with me?”
You roll your eyes, not wanting to indulge him in his clownery, and dial the front desk. Maybe they could save you from him. They pick up surprisingly quickly considering the late hour, making you snap out of watching Dazai struggle with taking his shoes off.
“Uhm, hi, we’re in room 205 and I’m afraid there’s an issue. I’m sure we booked a room with two beds, but you gave us a room with only one bed. Is there anything you can do for us?”
It seems his shoe was tougher than he expected. He pulls and pulls until it shoots off and just barely misses a vase. He, however, was less lucky, and lets out a yelp as he falls on his badly cushioned bottom.
“Okay, thank you anyway. Good night.”
You sigh and sit on the bed, hands in your hair. So, summary: the hotel was completely booked, and you had to share a room, no, a bed with this idiot for the rest of your stay. Dazai jumps up.
“Aww, are you stuck with me? Well, look on the bright side, it could have been worse.”
You raise a brow. “How, exactly?”
“Well, you could’ve had to share a room with Kunikida. Who knows how early he would force you to get up…” he says, shuddering.
“That sounds worse for you than it does for me, I think.”
He shoots you a mischievous glance and opens his suitcase. To your surprise (not really), everything was just thrown in with not a single thought behind it.
“Folding is a waste of time if I’m going to wear it anyway.”
Well, can’t argue with that.
He somehow was able to unearth his pajamas and made his way to the bathroom. You sighed again. This man is exhausting to deal with, and you were now completely unable to catch a break? It feels like a nightmare.
After a while of pondering, you hear the door open.
“Jesus, Dazai.” He looks at you, a bit surprised at your exclamation. “Do you seriously sleep with those bandages on?”
His laughter rings through the air, a bit too loud to feel genuine, and while he seems to be enjoying himself, his eyes settle on you for just a second, showing the calculating stare that he usually reserves for only the hardest of cases. Maybe to see if you are buying his little show.
You let out a sigh at the absence of a proper reply, and grab your pajamas. “Don’t come in, I’m getting dressed.”
“But what if someone attacks you in there? I can’t let someone as beautiful as you die alone!”
You huff and turn around, locking the bathroom door behind you. Well, tonight is going to suck.
It’s not that you don’t like him, Dazai is a fun coworker you love working with. He’s clever and you respect him a lot, but sleeping in one bed together? That’s a few steps too far. Who knows what tricks he might play on you? What if he’s a clingy sleeper?
You don’t want to be here.
And the truth is, he don’t want to be here either. He’d much rather be at home right now, maybe drinking a little too much and simply sitting around, wasting time until he finally gets exhausted enough to be able to fall asleep. He’d rather be anywhere but here. Not because of you, or well, not because he hates you.
He hates the way you make him feel. The way you somehow manage to make him consider being vulnerable with you, even though he’s convinced his feelings are just a bother to everyone. To you. He’s so afraid of being open with you, even though he so desperately wants it.
The hotel room is completely dark when you open your eyes. You hear something next to you, but it takes you a minute to recognize it as the sound of pages turning. You drowsily smack your arm on his book, too tired to think about what you’re doing. The man next to you laughs and closes his book. Wait, how was he reading in the dark?
“Ah, you’re awake.”
You grumble and stretch a bit to wake yourself up. A quick look at the alarm clock tells you it’s 4 am. Why couldn’t you just sleep through the night and have it be over? Why did you have to wake up?
“Why are you up?”
He inhales sharply, but doesn’t answer your question. You keep quiet, not willing to brush it off or change the subject. If he doesn’t want to talk, you’d prefer to go back to sleep. Slowly, you sink back into your pillow, ready to go back to dreamland…
“I guess I can’t sleep.”
You felt his eyes on you, gauging your reaction. For some reason, that short sentence carried a heavy weight, and you could feel it. It was just the tip of the iceberg, but he was comfortable enough to tell you. You were aware that if you fucked up right now, he’d close off and never be honest with you again. Thinking of a reply was harder than it should have been with such an innocent little sentence. Pry too much, and he’d laugh it off again, crack a joke and the rare, honest moment would be ruined.
“Do you want to hear a bedtime story?”
It seems you caught him off guard, but after a moment of silence, he started chuckling.
“Please, do go on.”
You clear your throat.
“Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a lonely boy. The boy didn’t want money, power, or a love story out of a fairy tale.”
“Isn’t this a fairy tale though?”
“Shut up and listen. Anyway, what the boy wanted most was a friend, but he thought his sadness was a burden to the people around him. And so, he goes to look for a mask which, according to the legends, makes you appear like the best version of yourself around others. But there is one problem. The mask is guarded by a fierce, fire-breathing dragon, and the boy is not a good fighter.
So, he decides to look for help. He’s embarrassed by his motivation, so he never tells anyone. Eventually, he finds a girl with some fighting experience, and they venture out to look for the mask together.”
Dazai yawns.
“So, they find the mask and live happily ever after?”
A slap finds its way to his chest.
“Yes, they found the mask. But the moment he put it on, he felt something was wrong. All along, he just wanted someone to listen to his heart, but pretending to be someone more pleasant only made it harder for him to share his truest feelings. Deep down, he was still that same, lonely boy. The girl wanted to help him, but because of the mask, he couldn’t open up to her. The boy got what he thought he needed, but by doing so, lost what he actually wanted and already had.”
“This is the most depressing bedtime story I’ve ever heard.”
“Well, maybe it’s not too late for him. Maybe he can throw the mask away and get the girl back.”
“Maybe,” he says as he sinks into a deep sleep. You smile softly.
“I hope he does.”
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Ok ok
Pussy Drunk Nanami!!!
Hehe, sometimes he's forced to work overtime, it can be 2 or 3 hours more but he still feels abstinence from you, and at some point his thoughts shift from lying on the couch and cuddling to eat you until you don't be able to speak.
Imagine Nanami arriving home a few hours late and apologizing to you, he sees you and automatically remembers the thoughts from earlier, then he'll almost beg you to let him open your chubby lips and drain everything possible from you. The initial intention was to be pleasurable for you, and of course it was, but when you realize that Nanami's eyes are unfocused and her licks are more sloppy than usual you know the man is lost in his own little world, where there is only you and he and his only function is to live between your thighs giving pleasure to the goddess you are🥺
(ofc chubby reader!!)
Oh LORD. Puttin me back on my chubby chaser Nanami bullshit i see sksksksk thank you for the ask bby, I love Nanami x chubby fem reader and I will gladly provide content for this subject 😌💕
CW: chubby fem reader, smut, oral (female receiving), Nanami being a simp for his chubby darling, not beta read bc why would i ever do that sksksks
Omgggggg pussy drunk Nanami makes me WEAK!!!!
AND PUSSY DRUNK NANAMI WITH HIS CHUBBY DARLING IS HNNNNNNNGGGGGG EVEN BETTER
Poor Nanami tho, having to stay late at work
Obviously it sucks that he has to work in general, but it's even worse that he can't come straight home to his lil pretty chubby baby :(
He was gonna make this yummy alfredo with chicken and broccoli and he was gonna make garlic bread to dip in the sauce and he had the perfect wine picked out and EVERYTHING 😔
YES HE CAN STILL MAKE IT TOMORROW BUT IT'S THE PRINCIPLE OF THE THING!!!
And yes he texted you to warn you he would be late and yes you were fine and said that you could just order takeout tonight
But he's still upset about the whole thing bc he's away from you 🥺
He's rushing through his work so he can get to you, but not so much that he fucks anything up yk?
At some point his mind wanders and he starts imagining what could've happened that night if he hadn't been working
He would've gone home and changed into something casual before he started dinner (probs a tshirt and sweats)
He would insist on making it himself, but he knows you'd try to help regardless (which he always thought was absolutely adorable) so he would let you
The two of you would enjoy dinner together before going to the couch, watching a movie or one of your favorite shows
Kento would try to keep his hands to himself, but that was much easier said than done when you wore the tiniest pajamas around the apartment
His hands would wander and squeeze your plump flesh, fingers digging into your thick thighs and spreading them open
You would squirm and whine about how he didnt have to eat you out, but how could he resist your sopping wet, chubby pussy?
He'd pry your plump lips apart and dive in, slurping up every drop of your essence before he focused on your clit, sucking the precious pearl and making you moan
He always loved eating you out: your taste, your expressions, the cute little whimpers you made when the two of you made eye contact and you try to hide your flustered expression—
Aaaaaaaaand now he's hard at work 🙃 it's hard out here for a bitch ✌😔
He struggles the rest of his day, but he eventually finishes his dumbass paperwork and heads home to his baby 💕
He's so tired that he's fully prepared to eat, bathe, and go to bed with his darling
He walks into the apartment, calling out to you and apologizing as he takes off his shoes
He's looking forward to the food you ordered, but his mind goes blank when he walks into the living room and sees you lounging on the couch
You're draped over the couch in an oversized t-shirt and booty shorts (who can blame you? It's way too hot this evening) and Nanami loses it
He drops his jacket to the floor, loosening his tie as he strides towards the couch
He's on you before you can properly greet him, hands already roaming over your supple flesh, squeezing every inch he can get his hands on as he kisses you
He's tugging off your shorts, urging you onto your back as he kneels down before you
"Just a taste, just a taste" he repeats breathlessly as he spreads your thighs, pulling apart those cute chubby pussy lips before he licks your precious cunt 🥺
He's missed you so so much, your soft thighs squeezing around his head, cutting off his air supply
AND YOUR PUSSY, GOOD GOD!!!
He loves how you taste, how your slick pools on his tongue and slides down his throat
You're so warm and wet and sweet and he just wants to drink you up like a bottle of cabernet sauvignon
You cum in a matter of minutes, spasming against him, but he's nowhere near done
He keeps going, sucking your clit until it hurts, practically making you cry as he makes you cum over and over again
You don't know how long it's been, but you've cum at least four times and Nanami's not letting up
You look down between your legs, prepared to convince him to stop so you can take care of him too, but he's too far gone
His face is flushed, eyes cloudy as he focuses on nothing, his tongue rolling over your cunt languidly
It's not about your pleasure anymore, it's about Ken's desires and he just wants to savor every ounce of your sweet fluids
You wanna make him cum too, but he just holds you tighter when you suggest him stopping, so you leave him be
He eats your cunt for at least an hour, only stopping when his muscles grow sore and he physically can't keep going he wants to tho, he really really wants to, god damn his human limits
He apologizes later for losing control and going overboard, but you reassure him that you're fine and you're just glad the both of you could enjoy yourselves :)
Tbh you are very exhausted from the entire encounter but you love your hard-working man so it's the least you could do
You do notice that he doesn't promise not to do it again, like he does with other things, so you'll have to be careful around him the next time he comes home after a long work day
#ask#nanami kento#smut#chubby fem reader#sorry this took so long sksksk#work is kicking my ass#but i hope you enjoy :)#☀️ fics#☀️ asks
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fran how do you deal with so much anon hate ;_;
i ship my oc with kakyoin and it was ok for a while and i was sharing it on twitter. then someone started throwing accusations of me being a "p*do" because kakyoin is canonically 17 even though all my art and fics were just sfw fluff. just hugs, cheek kisses, holding hands and the like. anyway they managed to rile up enough people by making it sound worse than it was and now there was constant harassment, and people going "you disgusting pro-shippers deserve the harassment" to the point that i deleted my twitter because it was beginning to take a toll on me. and apparently they took it as an "admission of guilt" and now i got a message on my tumblr saying that they're threatening to dox me. all over some stupid kakyoin ship that i did for fun. i dunno how you deal with it, I wish you the best and I hope you stay strong, because honestly the jojo fandom has gotten really toxic lately. 😥😔💔
Oh dear, I'm so sorry for what is happening to you right now.
First of all, you are not to blame for anything you have done. the people who are framing you are usually jealous people or seek-fights enjoyers without much brain mass. It really hurts me to know that you have closed your twitter giving the reason to people who are nothing and do not contribute anything in your life; As soon as you receive this pertinent harassment, the first thing you should do is report the account and block it. It doesn't matter if you have to block 20 people but do it for your sanity...
talking about this 'pro-shipping' issue with making a character to ship it with a teenager (I'm talking between 10 to 19)
I think many haters defend themselves against this by indiscriminately accusing people who pair "underage" people with underage characters with OP being an adult. according to WHO they are considered within the range of child protection, but this means: that in case of committing crimes, a lesser sanction will be applied for charging this to their legal guardians and depending on the government in case of abandonment or expropriation. But these haters or Pixel defenders, as I like to say, should first review and read true information about WHAT IS A CHILD and WHAT IS THE DIFFERENCE WITH A TEENAGER.
so that you do not search in google I will give you the explanation:
The difference between a child and a teenager is their cognitive level and beginning to formulate their own ideas and opinions. A child is dependent on their legal guardians for which their attitude is more innocent to understand the world (Landing Jojos: Shizuka, Anne, Emporio, Hayato) These CHILDREN correspond to the protection area since despite Araki demonstrating them with a strong cognitive power they are not hitting puberty yet, they still got undevelop bodies and minds. DON'T TOUCH. THEY ARE CHILDREN, LITTLE PEOPLE DEPENDING ON ADULTS. THAT'S P*DOPHILIA.
An adolescent begins with puberty... Most of these people who say they send hate defend adolescents from 15 to 17 years old saying that they are children, not dear, they are not children. Puberty is responsible for developing not only the body of those people, but also their brain and cognitive abilities, that is: THEY HAVE AN OPINION AND CAN SAY YES OR NO. THEY KNOW WHAT THEY ARE DOING.
so let's move to the next part:
"should OC-shippers should recieve hate due shipping with a teenager character?"
The short answer: NO.
one person is creating a character with seemingly the same age as the canon character to give him more story and more life than has already been shown in the series created by adults too. I sincerely find that it is quite healthy since that person already lived through their adolescence; they knows what it's like to be that age and they are suited to give a teenage environment where both can later grow together and develop in their lives. if it were for that; It would be completely forbidden for the character to even have a family... because, come on... you're thinking of an underage character(?) stupid.
so my little opinion about this nasty haters:
STOP SEEN EVERYTHING UNDER THE SEXUAL SIGHT.
YOU ARE SHAMING YOURSELF AND EVEN I CAN TELL THAT THOSE HATERS ARE THE REAL P*DOS BEHIND THE SCREEN. why? because if you post a lovely picture of idk teenager character holding hand with another teenager character and someone else see this as sexual. sorry but I think this person seen sexual intentions in a innocent picture is the real person that got sexual problems with teens and kids.
so don't give up on shipping!!!, for what you told me you seems pretty mature to understand the difference between a kid and a teenager. Kakyoin deserve more love to be honest after what we all saw in his kid-days. he got the opinion and decision to go away from home to join a crusade with random people he felt connected with... so if haters want to call you out for shipping and giving him the attention and love he deserve at least I expect first to give me the resolution of why they are watching jojo's first accepting that a "little poor baby kakyoin was not at home with his parents and went to fight to another country with three adults and another teen"
indeed Jojo's fandom has turned so toxic, yet I think i only the english-speakers fandom...because the spanish at least we all know the difference between a kid, a teen a young adult, an adult.
for people reading this:
no, I'm not pro-shipper and stop using that to insult every person that got a different opinion with you.
yes, I'm an adult that have tons of characters with different stories... some of them are even teens.
yes, I was once a teenager too and been harrassed by real p*dos.
and last but not least...
no, please don't send me anons trying to tell me I am wrong or right... because I will not reply to anons about this serious problem. if you want to give an opinion feel free to reblog.
#just for mun fran#final speech#hope it helped#from someone that really knows about this issue is all I can give
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My RL gameplay (18+)
CW addiction, drugs, illness & pain
The next morning, after this annoying argument with my mom, we continued our discussion. I’m not saying that my mom was wrong with what she said to Ana & me yesterday, it’s just....Idk? Sometimes she exaggerates! But as it usually is or was, my mom was also often right. She just realized something’s wrong and has changed here in the last two weeks. This was mainly about Philip and me. 😟😢
Philip & I have done something very, very stupid & reckless! It was an act of pure despair. That’s for sure! Still, it was totally irresponsible and stupid! What was going on with Philip is under the cut. 🤦♀️
Philip’s been really bad lately, as you know. Somehow it didn’t get any better! It just got worse and worse. 🙁 He even lost weight because he didn’t sleep at all. Honestly, as soon as he fell asleep, he woke up after an hour. You could even set an alarm clock, he always woke up after exactly one hour and had a hell of a headache. I swear, Philip had the same thing, I had 2 years ago! And I just couldn’t see him suffer anymore!!! 😩 🤦♀️This pain drove him mad! And no painkiller, just NOTHING helped! I just couldn’t help him, because I know from experience, that if I had this pain attack, then I just wanted to be left alone. No one was allowed to approach or touch me. Every night he sat on the couch and held his head with both hands. He couldn’t open his eyes, it just hurt so much. He hurt the whole left side of his head all the way down to his face. And one night, Philip was so desperate, that he asked me for a pill. You know what kind of painkiller I mean. It’s exactly those pills I got, when I had this fucking headache. These were the pills I became addicted to & I still had these pills, about... 14 of them? Because NOW, I got new drugs in the addiction clinic, even stronger pills! And yes, I gave him one of those pills, I still had over and took daily, just a few weeks ago. I knew exactly what he was going through! Nothing is worse than this fucking pain! And believe me, I know how labor feels when you have a baby, these headaches are almost the same! And these headache attacks only last for an hour and then they suddenly stop as if nothing had happened. And with P., that pain always came as soon as he fell asleep! He has never slept more than 1 to 3 hours a day for over 3 weeks, it just didn’t work anymore! I felt so sorry for him. 😢 I also didn’t sleep! He woke up from the pain every night and when the pain was gone he was afraid to fall asleep again because as soon as he did, another attack came. So I was up with him almost every night trying to distract him and help him to relax somehow, but NOTHING helped except for my old pills. 😔
When Philip took the first pill, he got so high, you don’t believe me! I was shocked tbh! When I took those damn pills, I didn’t feel anything. I mean, I didn’t get high. This has shown me, how strong these remedies actually are and how addicted I was, because my body has become so used to it, that I didn’t even feel these pills! I wanted Philip to go to a neurologist, but he just didn’t want to! He wasn’t himself anymore! 😟 The pain and insomnia completely destroyed him. He just wanted peace and quiet for at least a few hours so he could sleep. Only when he took this pill, he could actually sleep through for 5 hours and the next morning, he had a pain attack again but after an hour it was over and he was no longer so.....dead and tired. He could think & act normally again, so he agreed with me and we made an appointment with a neurologist. Unfortunately, I didn’t get a quick appointment for him. We had to wait about 10 days and during that time, Philip continued to take my pills. And this morning, when my mom caught us in the hallway, Philip and I were going to the doctor. Not just P. was totally high on my pills. I was also stoned. Idk what got into me??😩 🤷♀️ I was just so scared for him! 😢 But Philip promised me, he wouldn’t get addicted! As soon as the pain stops, he won’t take any more pills. That’s why he wanted to see a doctor. I think he was scared & had given up?? 😕 That’s why he didn’t say anything to me, when I was high. He just said, if he hopefully gets better soon, then he’s gonna go somewhere with me for a while, so I can get off this shit. I also tried to calm him down. Even though this pain feels very strong and threatening, this ALL comes from stress! P. has been feeling really bad for the last 3-4 months and responsible for all this mess that was with Nico, him & me. And now, it all comes up and affects his body. It was the same with me. He believed me & knew that this all comes from stress, but of course you can never be sure.
Philip and I, we just got up and wanted to go to a neurologist. I told him about the fight with my mom and asked him to be quiet so she wouldn’t get on our nerves. Besides, Philip was totally high again. He was in pain after getting up as usual. And me? I was still high from last night. I just didn’t sleep because of P..
Me ( to P.): You look so fucked up, P.! 🙁 Still, you’re so sweet! I love you and everything will be fine!
Philip: I love you too, A.! I don’t care what’s wrong with me as long as you’re with me!......Damn! I-.. I can barely stand, but.... I feel great. 😵
Me: We’re running out of pills, P.! ! Only 3 more! I hope you get a prescription or something that helps you! But I won’t let you be in pain. I promise! 😟 ........Shit, P.! We should slowly go, or we’ll be constantly nodding if we don’t move.
Mom: I don’t want to interrupt your......joy of love 🤨 but, what the hell is going on here? 🤷♀️
Me ( to P.): 🤫 Don’t say a word, let me sort this out.
Philip ( to me): Ok....You’re so pretty. 😵 Let’s go back in your room. 😏🥱
Mom: Good morning!!! 😦 🤷♀️ ? ?.... Have you two been awake? Or have you had another drug party here in my house. 😒
Me: Ugh! 😩.... What do you want? You can see for yourself! Philip is not well and I’m going with him to a doctor!
Mom: Excuse me? I want to know RN!!! What’s going on with Philip? 😠 And you two are not going anywhere! Not in this state! Have you gone mad? I mean, you can’t tell me that Philip is going to drive like this, hell!! Are you two tired of life?
Philip: I’ll leave my car here! And I know what this looks like, but.... believe me, everything will be fine! I’ll watch A.!
Mom: Philip!!! 😧 😟 What happened to you? 🤷♀️ Look what she did to you! She dragged you into this drug shit. 🤦♀️ 😔
Me: How can you say that? 😦 😢 I would never do this to him! I love him! I just wanted his pain to stop! 😭.... You remember exactly what this was like when I had that damn headache. You cried for joy in the hospital when those damn pills finally helped me. And just as desperate as you were then, because nothing helped me. It was just as difficult for me to see him suffer........I’m so sorry, P.! Maybe she’s right? 🤦♀️ 😭 😭 Somehow everything just goes wrong! 😔
Philip: Not true! Without you A., I would have gone crazy that night!!! I didn’t know what I was talking about, what I was doing and where I was. I probably would have..... thrown myself in front of a train just to stop this fucking pain. You helped me A., you know? 😕...... Everything will be fine, as soon as I am painless! I promise I’ll get A. out of this drug shit! I promised N.! I didn’t forget this!
Mom: No, Philip, you’re not responsible for all this, or obligated to help A. You should take care of yourself.😟 My husband & I, we will take care of A., we are her parents and we will manage this. You should stay away from her for a while to get better. I’m worried about you, Philip 😟 ! Maybe I should talk to your mom?
Me: No way! 😧 I’m not leaving Philip! You can forget this immediately! 😠 I don’t want to live without him!!
Mom: You’re just hurting him! ....Look at you! And him! 😠 You two are just gonna drag each other more and more into this shit! Why did I even leave you two alone? 🤦♀️ I didn’t like the fact, that you & Philip were locked up in your room all the time. Who knows what you two took or did in there? Idk, if you realize that, P.? But her drug test was positive! And I don’t mean that fucking weed from last night! She’s taking advantage of your condition, to get stoned or high in your presence. You may not be aware of this at the moment, but maybe Philip, you will soon do the same.😨 😟
Me: Don’t listen to her, P.! I’m not taking advantage of you! Somehow, all this has scared me, seeing you like this, you know?
Philip: No, I’m not giving up! I’m just not feeling well rn. And I know how to help A..I understand now how this stuff feels and works, she needs me! And I want her with me. I’m sorry! Honestly! I didn’t want this! I had no control over it. But this will soon change again. And I’m taking A.with me!
Mom: You’re making the same mistake as Nico! You can’t help her on your own! And it won’t help if you two leave now. Both of you are not able to think and act clearly, please don’t do this!
Philip: I’m not Nico! 😠 And I’m not doing the same thing he did with her! A. & I, we have decided this, to stay together. I’m sorry!
Me: Mom?..... I’m sorry! I don’t want to run away from home again! I need you all! But .....Philip needs me more now! And....I need him too! I don’t want N.! Really not! I’ve decided for Philip!
Mom: And what if Nico comes back tomorrow? What then?
Me: That would be great! Then he & Philip could be friends again, but I will stay with P.. Nico already has another one. So....yeah! 😕 🤷♀️ And I love Philip! I’d do anything for him! And that’s why I’m leaving.
Mom: Please, guys! You’re making a huge mistake! Finally listen to me! You two didn’t listen to me then either, when I warned you about this thing with you 3, that if you don’t finish it in time, you will all suffer greatly. Just see what happened to you all! Nico was so hurt that he had to leave. You A., your heart is broken and you were on drugs again. And Philip, you blamed yourself for all of this, so now you’re having a total nervous breakdown.🤷♀️ 😧 🤦♀️
Philip: I understand that you are worried.....A.’s going to the doctor with me now, and then.....we’ll talk. 😒
Me: I’m coming back, I promise! But I have to go with Philip now, and either I come back today, or I come back tomorrow. And then we’ll see! But first, we need to know, what’s wrong with Philip. 😟
Mom: Yeah, then go with him to that doc, but....you’re both high! This worries me! 😢 And Philip, you’re not going to drive your car! Understand? I’ll call you a cab!
Philip: I’ll leave my keys here! Ok? So, you don’t have to worrie.
Mom: Thank you! And call me A.!
Me: I’m almost sober again! 🤷♀️ I can do this! As soon as we get there, I’ll text you and when we’re done, I’ll call you.
Let’s see what this doctor will say. If P. will get a diagnosis at all. 'Cause I didn’t get one back then. No one could say exactly what caused this hellish pain until one day I fainted and had to go to the hospital. And even there, I was not diagnosed, but they had to give me something to stop my pain. I was so afraid Philip would go through the same thing. 😟 I was also afraid that my mom might be right again and that Philip & I, maybe won’t get out of all this shit. We should have gone to a doctor right away! But instead, we tried to treat Philip with my pills. 🤦♀️ Which we were running out of now! And I certainly won’t give him my new pills or drugs! That would totally kill him & me actually too! 😔
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Hey Miss Bri! Recently I've been missing a lot of my college classes due to my mental health 😔, it's like a spiral! I keep getting up really late for my classes, then I just never get up since my Brain keeps telling me what's the use 😞. I rly need to stop this loop, do you have any advice on how to stop something like this?
when i get trapped in a depressive episode it makes it really hard for me to do anything, even things as simple as showering or eating! i try not to chastise myself for it because i’ve learned by now that being harsh on myself only makes things worse. if there’s even a split second where i feel motivation to get up and do something then i take advantage of it and get things done while i can. and even if i don’t have those moments i tell myself just to try. saying things like “just try to eat” or “just try to work on this for 10 minutes” usually helps me get over a hump and i feel a lot better at the end of the day because i did my best even if it was a little hard. rather than saying “what’s the use”, try counteracting those thoughts with “ill feel so much better if i just try a little bit!” also reaching out for support from your friends/family/teachers/peers could be really beneficial as well. i can’t tell you how many teachers i’ve cried to over my mental health LMAO but to me there’s no shame in it! i love you and you’ll get through this angel! just keep pushing! but be kind to yourself as well!
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