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gojipink · 4 months

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sweet talkers

ஐ ft. kaeya, childe, thoma

ஐ summary. men who cant shut up when they fuck you!

ஐ warnings. N.SFW, mdni, fem!reader, dirty talk, fingering (f. rec.), rough sex, riding, humiliation kink if u close one eye and squint the other. 1.5k words

kaeya

kaeya’s number one favorite thing to do is watch your body react to just his words alone. his honey-coated voice making the pure obscenities that leave his lips that much more dirty, making your entire body flush hot. his second favorite thing- being at eye level with your pussy as he finger fucks you into oblivion. his head resting against your knee occasionally turning to plant wet kisses and little bites along the inside of your thigh, other hand lovingly stroking your outer thigh as he watches his girl put on the best show just for him. loves to watch his slender fingers sink deep inside your drooling cunt, loves watching it twitch and clench as he talk you through your building high.

“ooh angel,” he sighs as he slowly plunges in two fingers, “she’s already soaked for me.”

slowly scissoring his fingers apart, your walls fluttering at the feeling of being stretched.

“you weren't thinking about this all day, were you? weren't thinking about me in between your pretty legs and watching this pussy greedily suck in my fingers, were you?”

your eyes shut tightly as you shake your head in embarrassment from his teasing words, though he’s not really paying attention. eyes zeroed in on your twitching hole, mind only focused on the way your walls constrict around him with each suggestive sentence.

pumping his fingers in and out just a little faster, his breathing picks up as he watches slick ooze out with every thrust.

“shit,” he whispers in awe, “takin’ it so well, pretty. just sucking me in, you like it that much, hm? like it when i watch you like this?” his fingers curl up, rubbing against your g-spot, your hands flying up to your mouth to muffle the loud moan he rips out of you.

his mind goes a little fuzzy watching the display in front of him, hips involuntarily grinding against the mattress as he listens to each wet squelch sound your pussy makes.

“mmmh, looks like it feels so good, baby.” he groans, his other arm snaking over your thighs to press his thumb against your clit, “oh fuck, i’ll never get over this,” he mumbles to himself.

your moans are getting higher in pitch as you twist the sheets in your fists, “kae-ah-! i-nngh!”

“i know, angel, i know,” he pants out, a little lightheaded watching your hole pulse and grip onto his fingers. “cum, pretty girl, lemme watch you, yeah? lemme see you cum”

his words of encouragement only making your impending orgasm hit you sooner and harder, kaeya prolonging your high by talking you through it,

“uuuugh, there you go, baby, ooh that looks so good, you're so good, look at you, hm? feels so good, yeah? this is what you wanted all day, huh princess?”

squirming around in his hold as his fingers dont let up on your gummy spot.

eyes clouded with need, his head only filled with wanting to see more, more, more.

“one more, angel, one more, please, i promise. lemme see it again, need to see it again, you can do it right, baby? youve been waiting all day, youre not satisfied with just once, right?” he slurs out all in one breath.

childe

his mind is breaking, he knows it is. fucking you so deep trying to bully his tip into your womb after he just made you cum with his tongue just seconds ago. your sweet slick smeared across his lips and chin, tongue still tasting of you while his cock stretches out your impossibly tight walls. to have all five of his senses completely taken over by you and your perfect cunt, he can't stop the incessant praise and babbles that flow from his lips.

“oooh, such a good girl, huh? wanna be nothing but good for me, right baby?” he pants out, eyes flitting from your fucked out expression to watching your little hole greedily swallow him whole. you squeeze your eyes shut, body flaring up with heat as he talks so lewdly nonstop.

“wanna hear you say it, baby, c’mon please? say it, say ‘im a good girl’ c’mon you can do it.”

you throw an arm around your face, cheeks burning bright red in embarrassment. taking note of your defiance, childe shifts slightly hitting your g-spot with pinpoint accuracy causing you to cry out, arms reaching out to hold onto his biceps to ground yourself.

“ooooh, babe,” he groans, “i bet that felt so good, yeah? you want me to do it again, hm? you just gotta say it for me, just once ‘im a good girl’, c’mon pretty, look at me lemme hear it,” he blabbers, a telltale sign he’s pussydrunk.

peeking up at him through your eyelashes, cheeks blushing brightly, knowing that he won't let up until he hears what he wants from you.

“ ’m-mmh..a g-good ah-! girl..” you manage to choke out.

grinning down at you, he makes your embarrassment worth it as he resumes hitting your gummy little spot, adding his thumb to rub rough little circles on your clit, white hot pleasure threatening to consume you.

“ooh shit-!,” he huffs out a little delirious laugh as your pussy clamps down hard on his throbbing dick, “look at her, babe. she’s just sucking me in, huh? you love being my good girl that much? f-fuck! s-so tight, baby, keep squeezin’ on me like that, oh shit”

knowing your teetering right on the edge, childe rubs on your clit a little faster.

“c’mon, sweet girl, let go for me. i’ve gotcha, c’mon give it to me”

tossing your head back, your high pitched moan rings through the bedroom, childe’s mouth waters as he watches his dick become coated with a sticky layer of your slick.

he forces himself to pull out before his own orgasm hits, using his strength to quickly lift your thighs up and over his shoulders, still gushing pussy twitching in his face before he dives in. sloppy tongue gathering any cum that's leaking out, his eyes rolling back at the taste of you. strong arms hold your hips steady as you squirm against the bedsheets, the prick of overstimulation making you flinch against each rough lap of his tongue. mumbling out unintelligible words of praise and moans as he obscenely slurps at your pulsing hole, his nose rubbing against your clit practically smothering himself just to get a drop more.

thoma

a bit overstimulated since he already came once before from the handjob you gave him just moments before climbing up on him and sinking down on his still twitching length. face flushed bright red eyebrows knitted together half closed eyes staring up at you in a daze as you bounce and grind yourself on his cock. lips slightly parted with the tiniest bit of drool leaking from the corner of his lips.

“s’too good,” he slurs “ngh t-too good, baby uuugh”

you hum in pleasure as you rake your nails along his chest, watching as goosebumps litter his skin. riding him a little faster, your pussy involuntary clenching around him at each particularly well angled thrust.

“ah-! s-slow baby please-ugh! d-dont mmph don’ wanna cum…n-not yet mmmh d-ah!-don't make me yet”

you faux pout at him “you dont wanna cum, thoma? dont you wanna fill me up, puppy?”

he whines out at the pet name, eyes squeezing together trying his hardest to get a grip on himself.

“i wanna, i wanna” he pants out ‘n-not yet, just wa-wanna stay…nngh! shit! oooh s’good princess, so good. mmmph, a-always sooo good.” he slurs, unfocused half-lidded eyes looking up at you.

you smile to yourself knowing you have thoma right where you want him. it isn't an easy task to make him lose all his reservations and inhibitions and its even harder to make sure he's on the receiving end of all this pleasure. he’s such a giver that he barely cares about his own needs and wants when it comes making you feel good. he's always been an attentive lover, your pleasure always a priority, always making sure your needs are taken care of first. but you’ve learned that if you play your cards right, pounce on him before he can think too much, he’ll go along with whatever you want. any other thoughts disappear one by one until there's nothing in his brain other than you and your warm pussy milking him for everything he's worth, making him so pussydrunk he can't stop babbling, words blurring together.

“mmmh love you, love you so much oh god, im yours, i'm yours everything is yours.”

gathering any remaining strength he has left, he rises on an elbow and looks down for a split second at where you two meet, his eyes immediately rolling back at the lewd image, head lolling back.

“f-fuck…” he whimpers out voice hitching up an octave “g-gonna cum, mmmh, b-baby please please please can i cum inside, ngh, feels so good oooh f-feels so good dont stop please please please let me cum fu-”

#*bats my eyelashes n twirls my hair* do yall like?#goji's.thots˚｡⋆୨୧˚#kaeya #kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich #childe #childe x reader #thoma #thoma x reader #genshin #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact #childe₊˚⊹♡#kaeya₊˚⊹♡

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awkwardarmadildo · 10 days

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SPOILERS FOR THE WHOLE REIGATE SQUIRE EPISODE !!!

here are my favorite quotes and bits from both parts (m=mariana, s=sherlock, j=john, w=wiggins, a=rich little pissboy) [excuse all the emojis, i think theyre funny and they help me get the tone across better]

m: "whos a beautiful, weird smelly boy? thats right, thats you! uee!🥰😍😙😄"

the entire introduction handwriting bit actually theyre so silly and goofy i love them so fucking much bro

s: "what is this 🤨? some kind of code 😲... a cipher😮... its ineligible but it has patterns😯... similarities in its form😲... what could it mean 🤔?" m: "...its johns handwriting" s: "😮‍💨 ah."

s: "youve taken me to a loud marketplace 😐. full of people shouting and strong smelling foods 😑" j: [allistic sputtering]

j: "youre supposed to be resting" s: "mhmm" j: "you are though ☹️" s: "oh i know that" j: "then dont say it. mkay? dont even think it" s: "dont say what?" j: "😠 i 😠 know 😠 what 😠 you 😠 are 😠 about 😠 to 😠 say 😠" s: "not about to say anything 😇" j: "good" s: "fine" j: "lovely" s: "splendid 🙂" *typing sounds* j: "what are you doing?" s: "sending... a message" *message notification* j: "oh i-... from you 😒... the game is afoot- uahhhh" s: [voice getting smaller as he runs away] "i told you i wouldnt say it! 😁😊😌"

s: "a hunk. a dish. a ssssstud. a certified BeefCake." j: "oh, don’t say beefcake ☹️" m: [whistles] "yum!" j: "oia-! dont say yum! 😟☹️😠"

the bit at about 25:45 - 26:00 in the first part. just imagining a mix of someone chasing after their dog when they hear it chewing on something it shouldnt be and "what d'you have?" "a knife!" "NO!"

s: "watson here is one of the most capable medical practitioners london can offer 😤 i am in safe hands" j: "yeah youre delirious, im calling an ambulance😒🙄"

j: "yeah, well, y'know. id rather you went home and stopped collapsing, but Here We Are 😒😠" s: "fine 🫤😒. ʰᵉˡˡᵒ"

j: "aaaa ow! that-! she pinched me ☹️😣😥! *turning and pouting at the small child while pointing at sherlock* 'scuse me! i didnt steal the swing, he did 😠😤!"

j: "lets go 'nd betray this old mans trust... ✨️ t o g e t h e r ✨️😊😚☺️"

w: "sherlock pal"

w: "i sure did"

w: "hey johnny boy, how ya doin"

w: "nice to meet ya mariana, heard lovely things"

w: "from sherlock"

every word out of wiggins mouth

every noise wiggins makes

wiggins

s: "the temperature of your bollocks are not my concern. it is alec cunninghams bollocks that i am interested in" j: "*into the mic, likely while making a stupid face* you heard it here first folks"

a: "forrester- get off- call my dad. call my dad right now-" m: "nobody needs to call their dad, alec 😒 were not in the playground 🙄"

a: "NOOOOOO 😨😢😟" s: "yyyyes ☺️🤗😇"

a: [sad little rich man whimpering]

i actually kinda liked colin he was kinda funny to me because i would have to be bleeped just as much as he was lmfao. sometimes people say fuck

#sherlock and co #sherlock holmes #mariana ametxazurra #john watson #dr john watson #sherlock and mariana #mariana and john #john and sherlock #sherlock and john #sherlock and watson #i love them all so fucking much bro #also #wiggins #hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh #wiggins bro

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ranchiballz · 2 years

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The Window

Pairing: Vance Hopper x GN! Reader

Word count: 1319

Description: Y/N is trying to work on school, but a hot headed blondie has other plans

Warnings: Language, Pushy Parents, School

You had always had a pretty normal life. You had a decent family life, a few friends, good grades. That all changed when you met him. Then liked him. Then dated him. Then he would show up out of the blue and surprise you, take you out, get into a fight, and then you would treat his wounds. But sometimes he really kept you surprised. Showing up at the middle of the night, asking to hangout, making you feel like the only person in the world. Tonight was no exception.

Youve been sitting at this desk for the last 3 hours, working on that damned extra credit assignment for math. Its not what you had planned for a Friday night. Your mother had insisted on you doing it, because apparently a B+ wasn't good enough.If only you had gone to bed that night and gotten enough sleep than maybe you would have aced the test and-

“THUD!” You had been startled by the sound behind you. You turned down your radio, and looked around. Nothing, absolutely nothing. Nothing seemed out of place, nothing was knocked over. ‘That damned movie has got me hearing things now’ you thought to yourself referring to the movie he had taken you too see. The one with the stupid chainsaw and that stupid leather guy who handled it. You turned back to your paper, prepared to read the next equation until…

“THUD!” there it was again. You ignored it this time and tried to focus. “THUD!”... “Oh for fucks sake…” You got up from your chair and looked around the room. It was odd, you couldnt find where the sound was coming from. “Thud”, you heard it again. This one was quieter, but you still heard where it was coming from. The window. Slowly turning your head and foot simultaniously, you walked over to the window cautiously. You couldnt see much because the blinds were closed and covering the window. ‘Its probably just the wind, but it wouldnt hurt checking’. You stopped walking mid thought as you heard the sound of the window opening. Reacting quickly, you grabbed an empty soda bottle from off your bedside table. One step, two, three…

“Hey sweethea-” The voice was cut off as you swung, but the bottle never hit anything. The perpetrator had caught your wrist and slapped his hand over your mouth to stop you from screaming. It took you a second to realize that it was just him. Your moody, curly haired, blondie boy. He fully stepped in the window as he loosened his grip on your wrist.

“What the hell, what was that for? Are you that tired of me already?” He said in a half serious half joking way. He removed his hand off your mouth and wrist. He leaned against the now open window crossing his arms and legs in a laid back manner.

“Vance Hopper! You scared the shit out of me!” you whisper yelled.

“I scared you? You’re the one with the bottle in your hand.” He looked at you with a small smile on his lips, you would have smiled back if you werent still mad at him.

“ You cant just come up to my window and knock on it in the middle of the night, let alone walk right in!” You said as you put the bottle down and sat back down at your desk. He followed right behind you as if he was a dog following its owner.

“What do you mean? I do it all the time. Plus if i tried to call, your dad would probably pick up first and tell me to fuck off.” Vance said as he placed a hand on your chair and another on the table, examining the scrambled papers, magazines, and pens on the table.

“No he wouldnt… Ok maybe he would but still.” You said as you tilted your head up to look at him. His hair, his defined chin, his full lips… You caught his attention. He looked back, Moving his head, and then his eyes. You quickly cut off eye contact and looked back at your paper before he could notice your red face. He did notice, and as he did he felt himself get a little pink as well.

“Math? Didn't you already do this shit?” Vance said almost in an irritated voice.

“ Yes i did, but as you should know i have to do it everyday. But you are correct this is just extra credit. My mom is making me do it because she found the B+. The B+ because someone kept me up the night before the big test.” Y/N said as she looked at Vance with a serious look.

“Hey, you can always do the test again, but you can never have that night back again.” Vance said.

“Yeah, that night was interesting, I loved the part when you beat up the poor kid because he was ‘looking for too long’.” Your comment made him even more irritated. He flopped on the bed and turned to look at. Even though he didnt like being put in his place you were right. He was really upset that night, and he knows what that look was because he gives you that same look all the time. Like when you’re cleaning his knuckles in the bathroom, or when you are telling him about your day. Or when you are showing him something and your walking in front of him. He really tries to keep his eyes on what you are taking him too and be respectful, but every once in awhile he just…

“Ugh, Ok.”

“Huh, what?” He said finally being knocked out of his thoughts.

“ I said ok. We can go but we have to be back before 2.” You finally gave in feeling bad because he was your boyfriend after all. Plus you really did want to hang out with him. You got up from you seat and sat on the edge of the bed leaning over him. He reached up and tucked a stray hair behind your ear.

“I knew you would give in” Vance said with a smirk

“Whatever, I guess I should change then.” You geasured to your night outfit. Tight black shorts and an oversized t-shirt, one of Vances coincidentally.

“Well hurry up sweetheart, i dont got all night.” He said as he sat up. You nodded your head, then rushed to your dresser and pulled out a change of clothes that you could walk around in. You headed to the bathroom and locked the door, making sure to be quiet as to be sure not to wake your sleeping siblings. Heat rushed to your face when you realized you were wearing that infont of him.

“Stupid, stupid ,stupid” You muttered to yourself. You finally got done dressing but didnt leave before putting on some perfume, knowing damn well all you did was sit around all day.

“Ok. Im ready.” you said as you entered the room. He lifted his gaze from the floor to you. Mouth slightly open as he took in what you looked like. It was nothing special, just a pair of jean shorts and a stripped t-shirt. But no matter what you looked like he was still in awe. He still even till this day questions how he landed you. You sometimes wondered the same thing. You both walked over to the window. You grabbed your wallet in one hand and took Vances in another. He always had nice hands, very callused, and large, but perfect just for you. He stepped out first, holding your hand the whole time.

He gave you an encouraging look. He nodded a little. You took a step out the window, as you turned out the light.

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A/N - So this is my first fan fiction. Like ever, so let me know if you liked it and please leave tips.I tried to make it as gender neutral as possible. I didnt mean to make it this long and will try to shorten them in the future. I will open request for any character really just as long as ive seen the show/ movie. I already have a plan as to what i want to do next, but only if you want to see it ;) - <3 g

#vance hopper x reader #vance hopper #fanfic #the black phone #oneshot #vance hopper x you

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lume-nosity · 7 months

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JFDSJFLDSKJF LUME HAVE I EvER MENTIONED STRAIGHT UP HOW MUCH I LOVE YOU LIKE YOU WERE THE FIRST PERSON I ACTIVELY FOLLOWED AFTER MY FEW DaYS ON TUMBLR AND I WAS SO SCARED TO ASK TO BE YOUR MOOTIE BUT YOU WERE SO NICE AND I AM STILL TO THIS DAY SO HAPPY WHENEVER I GET A NOTIF SAYING THAT yOUVE SAID SOMETHING COMPLETLEY UNHEARD OF ABySYmAL IMPROBABLE AND PROBABLY SOCIALLY UNNACEPTABLE BUT I STILL LVOE YOU BECAUSE YOURE JUST BEING A SILLY GOOSE AND WE ARE ALL SILLY GOOSES ?!?!

this made me have the biggest smile ever and the day hasn’t even started yet.. that’s something. basically i just woke up and smiled really big :) it’s a good feeling but ahem. this’ll be quite long so bear with me.

MELONNNN MY SWEET FELLOW (NORMAL) XIAO SIMP LOVER I LOVE YOU TOO SOSOSOSO MUCH I’M SUPER GLAD I WAS THE FIRST PERSON YOU ACTIVELY FOLLOW WHEN YOU FIRST STARTED HERE!! DON’T EVER BE SCARED TO TALK TO ME ABOUT ANYTHING, POP IN MY INBOX, OR WHATEVER ELSE BECAUSE INTERACTING WITH PEOPLE IS MY FORTE (NOT IRL THOUGH THAT’S A GIVEN BUT YOU GET WHAT I MEAN)

I LOVE MAKING NEW MUTUALS SO NOOOO DON’T BE SCARED TO ASK IF YOU WANT TO BE MUTUALS WITH ME THIS GOES FOR ANYONE TOO BECAUSE I LIKE MEETING NEW PEOPLE HERE REGARDLESS OF WHERE THEY STAND IN THEIR PLATFORM <3 JUST PICKING MUTUALS UP TO BE ONE OF MY CHILDREN PLATONICALLY BECAUSE SOME SEE ME AS A PARENTAL FIGURE (MAKES SENSE BECAUSE I’M OLD AND WRINKLING ALREADY MY INTELLIGENCE LEVELS ARE ACTIVELY DROPPING) OR JUST GOOD FRIENDS TO MESS AROUND WITH AND HAVE A GOOD TIME I SUPPOSE, SEE ME AS A PARENT, COOL, A NICE FRIEND, COOL, A TALENTED WRITER EVEN THOUGH I RARELY WRITE NOW, SURE YEAH, A CRAZY PERSON, FAIR, AND MORE

TO HEAR THAT I’M NICE AND ALL THAT JAZZ ESPECIALLY SEEING THAT PEOPLE ARE COMFORTABLE AND HAPPY WITH JUST A FEW WORDS COMING OUT OF MY MOUTH MAKES ME HAPPY AND GIDDY INSIDE THIS IS SOMETHING I REALLY NEED TO HEAR, ESPECIALLY THIS ASK, SO THANK YOU MAN!! I’M NICE I DON’T BITE I PROMISE THOSE WHO KNOW ME CAN VOUCH

IT MAKES ME HAPPY TO SEE HOW MUCH YOU’VE GROWN DURING YOUR TIME HERE BECAUSE I REMEMBER YOUR BLOG BEING GREEN AND CUTE AND ALL THAT! AND YOUR BLOG IS MORE ORGANIZED (MORE ORGANIZED THAN ME THAT’S FOR SURE) AND PRETTY AND COLORFUL AND YOUR WORKS GETTING A FEW NOTES BUT NOW YOU’RE GETTING THOUSANDS!! WHICH IS VERY MUCH DESERVED!!! LOVE YOUR WORK!!!! I FEEL LIKE A PROUD PARENT/MOM/DAD NGL IT BRINGS A TEAR TO MY EYE TO SEE MUTUALS GETTING THE LOVE AND ATTENTION THEY DESERVE FOR THEIR TALENTS

I KNOW I SAY THE MOST WILDEST, SOCIALLY UNACCEPTABLE, UNHEARD OF AND OTHER BIG WORDS THINGS AT TIMES (we love being silly) AND TO SEE SOMEONE BEING HAPPY OVER THEM IS JUST FHAHFHSGSDHSH???? WOOO SOMEONE ENJOYS SEEING ME BEING GOOFY AND OVERALL A MENACE TO SOCIETY LET’S GOOO

WE’RE ALL JUST SILLY GOOSES YOU’RE RIGHT, IT’S THAT NICE FEELING OF SILLINESS THAT YOU CAN’T SEEM TO GET RID OF (IT HAS TAKEN OVER ME AS YOU CAN SEE)

ALSO I SEE THAT YOU WERE STUDYING THE OTHER DAY AND STRESSING OUT GOING APESHIT ABOUT IT I WOULD’VE MADE THAT COMMENT LONGER HAD I NOT BEEN IN SCHOOL AND THAT DUMBASS CHARACTER LIMIT (WOW LOOK AT ME BEING SNEAKY WITH IT, DON’T TRY THIS GUYS UNLESS YOUR SCHOOL IS CHILL) SO I CAN SAY IT HERE!!! #LUMESTUDYTIPSFRFR ANYONE CAN USE THEM

IF YOU’RE STUDYING, TAKE BREAKS FOR LIKE 10 OR 30 MINUTES MAX BECAUSE THAT’S WHAT I DO WHEN I STUDY FOR SO LONG! DON’TTT EVER STUDY FOR A LONG PERIOD OF TIME WITHOUT BREAKS THAT’LL HURT YOU A LOT (TAKE IT FROM ME, DON’T DO THAT IT’S BAD. 2020 ME WAS STUPID)

EAT A LITTLE SNACK BECAUSE YOUR BRAIN AND STOMACH NEEDS SOME FOOD TO FEED OFF OF TO FUNCTION, A DRINK TO HYDRATE FROM IT CAN BE WATER JUICE OR WHATEVER AS LONG AS IT MAKES YOU HAPPY! MAYBE EVEN PLAY SOME LOFI OR A STUDY PLAYLIST IN THE BACKGROUND FOR A COMFORTING VIBE :3 IF YOU’RE STRUGGLING ON THE MATERIAL THERE ARE VIDEOS OUT THERE, INTERNET IS YOUR BEST FRIEND IN STUFF LIKE THIS, MY GO-TO IS ORGANIC CHEMISTRY TUTOR AND BRAINLY!

OH AND SLEEP. I KNOW PEOPLE SAY STUFF LIKE ‘haha i’m not sleeping this exam is important’ BUT NO. SLEEP IS ESSENTIAL AND LOSING THAT SAID AMOUNT OF SLEEP COULD AFFECT YOUR WORK ETHIC THE NEXT DAY, I DID THAT ONE TIME AND MAN WAS I OUT, SO GET SOME AMOUNT OF SLEEP IF YOU’RE ABLE TO IS WHAT I’M SAYING. IF IT’S A REALLY SERIOUS EXAM THAT YOU INSIST YOU HAVE TO STAY UP FOR THEN I USUALLY TAKE A NAP AS SOON AS I GET HOME IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT TIME. THEN AGAIN, WHAT TIME YOU SLEEP IS THE TIME YOU SLEEP AND I CAN’T CONTROL THAT, I WAS JUST A LITTLE WORRIED IS ALL

SO UH YEAH THAT’S ALL I WANTED TO SAY IN THAT COMMENT! (IF YOU WERE WILLING TO READ ALL OF THAT LMFOSJFIE I WOULD WRITE MORE BUT I WON’T BORE YOU OUT AND SOUND LIKE A NERD) I HOPE YOU HAVE A GOOD DAY AND AFTER THAT AND AFTER THAT AND WHENEVER THE DAYS PASS BECAUSE IT’LL GET REPETITIVE AND HAVE I WISH YOU A MASSIVE AMOUNT OF GOOD LUCK (YES YOU GET TO HAVE A SHIT TON OF LUCK NOW BECAUSE I BLESSED YOU NOW SO ENJOY THAT, I’M APPARENTLY THE EMBODIMENT OF GACHA LUCK AND NORMAL LUCK SO YEAH YOU’RE VERY WELCOME) LOVE YOU MAN TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF 🫶✨

#📬 lume answers #💛 lumes mutuals #🤍; melon!#finally answering asks here since like??? months???? but anyways onto the w h o l e s o m e #you don’t understand how much i needed to hear that #makes me cry irl tbh but in a good way #(it did make me shed a little tear but HFHDHF)#I LOVE YOU MELONNNNN #SO MUCHHHHH #MWAH MWAH MWAHHHH #AGAIN PLEASE DON’T BE AFRAID TO TALK TO ME ABOUT WHATEVER #EVEN IF I SEEM LIKE I DON’T CARE OR DRY AF I GENUINELY LOVE PEOPLE TALKING TO ME OR RAMBLING ABOUT ANYTHING #ALSO MELON IF YOU SEE THIS IT HAS BEEN MONTHS LAST TIME YOU ASKED BUT YOU CAN HAVE MY DISCORD IF YOU NEED IT #<- IF YOU WANT OF COURSE I’LL DM IT TO YOU BECAUSE I’M COMFORTABLE IN SHARING IT AFTER THESE MANY MONTHS #(WE LOVE REGAINING TRUST AGAIN)#AAAAA THIS MAKES ME SO HAPPY YOU DON’T UNDERSTAND #A FEW WORDS SIMILAR TO THIS CAN AND WILL MAKE A PERSON’S DAY (TRUST)

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frogsareallgay · 2 months

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Some days he feels like dying, She gets so sick of crying pt 1/3

- Hey this is my first time posting a fic. I hope y’all like it. it’s a Robby centric Hurt/Comfort because i cannot write anything else atm. Pt 2 will get released tmr because i’m too tired to keep writing lol -

⚠️ ATTENTION!!! MASSIVE TWs FOR SH & SUICIDE ATTEMPT ALSO BL00D AND GRAPHIC DESCRIPTION OF SH. READ AT YOUR OWN RISK⚠️

fic title: Extraordinary Girl by Green Day <3

Johnny

Johnny had been out all day. He was overtired and sore from teaching all day. He eased his car into the driveway of the apartment block. He reached across the seat to lift the 6 pack of Coor’s off the passenger seat and fumbled for his key.

Once inside he placed the beers in the fridge, taking one out to drink now. He opened it, enjoying the satisfying ‘pshhhh’ sound it made, he lifted the can to his mouth but just as he was about to take a sip he heard a noise.

It was a weird noise and it took him a second to process what it could be. The sound was half way between a whine of pain and a sob. Miguel. Miguel’s hurt. His mind started racing as he stumbled through the house towards his son’s room.

He burst open the door, ready for whatever mess he was about to see but to his horror, Miguel’s room was empty.

Johnny heard another sound. One that made his stomach drop.

“Dad?”

The word was only barely audible. It sounded tiny and far away. “Shit” he mumbled, walking towards his other son’s room. How could he forget? Miguel was out with Carmen and Yaya. The only other person home was-

“Robby? You good man?”

Johnny found himself standing over his son, who was noticeably disheveled and sitting in the corner of his room, curled in on himself which made him look a lot smaller than he really was.

“I’m sorry dad”

“Sorry for what?”

“I…”

Johnny took a suspicious step forward.

“Sorry for what Robby?”

Instead of answering Robby just sobbed. Tears were rolling down his cheeks and staining his pale face. Johnny was taken aback for a moment before kneeling down next to Robby, what had Robby been doing while he was home alone? and was it going to cause him trouble?

He could see Robby closer now. The cuffs of his flannel were sticky and damp with blood and his entire body was shaking so bad he couldn’t keep still.

“Kid……”

“It’s fine. Im sorry for being dramatic. I can deal with it myself. I’ve done it before. Just go.”

Unconsciously the kid had started digging his nails into his palms. He was feigning calmness but his eyes were wide with panic, even if Johnny hadn’t known him (which he didn’t, really) he could have seen through the façade. Without saying anything he took his son’s hands in his own. He gently pushed the sleeves off his wrists revealing the mess underneath.

Johnny tried not to gag. Robby’s skin was barely visible under the amount of blood that was covering them. There were jagged cuts all the way up his arms, most of them fresh and bloody.

“You’ve….. Youve done this before? Robby when did this start?”

“I dunno. When I was 10 or something? I’d tell you to ask Mom but she won’t remember.”

The teen pulled his arms away from Johnny’s hands. He dragged his sleeves back down and leant away from his dad.

“Just go. I’m fine dad.”

“No Robby you’re not.” Johnny said firmly.

He was starting to get frustrated.

“God, you’ve been doing this since you were 10?! Honestly Robby are you stupid? Why wouldn’t you say anything? Shannon used to see a shrink who would tell her all that wishy washy find your inner voice bullshit. Isn’t that supposed to help with all this mental health crap? I swear if I had been there-“

“But you weren’t”

“Excuse me?”

“You weren’t there. And even if you had been I doubt you or Mom would have been sober enough to notice”

“Watch your tone. I’m the one who has to help you right now. I don’t have to be doing this Robby.”

Robby laughed

“Damn right you don’t”

Before Johnny could say anything else Robby stood and pushed past the taller man towards the door.

Johnny grabbed his arm. “Where are you going?” “Out.”

Robby stomped through the apartment. His dr martens echoing through the hallway with every step. He threw the front door open to a worried Carmen and a confused Miguel.

“Robby! Hi Mijo, I’m making your favourite tonight. I-“

“Bye Carmen.”

Robby pushed past Miguel and walked down the driveway. Once he reached the street he broke into a sprint.

#cobra kai #ck #robby keene #johnny lawrence #cobra kai fanfiction #robby keene angst <3 #hurt/comfort #PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ TWS ITS KINDA GRAPHIC #robby keene deserves better #jack’s fanfics :D #< new tag for my fics !!!

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avelera · 2 years

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(given sanctuary anon back again) ((though ive just started "come live with me" too (ITS GREAT!! i dont trust whatever desire is up to AT ALL!) so what does that make me?? dual wielding anon?)) Anyhow i just read the GS new chapter! have i mentioned in any of these asks that "abandonment issues" is like my ultimate kryptonite?? and 1689 hob is in such a vulnerable spot for it too!!! like take any other time stamp (even post 1889) and hob WOULD find it in him to stand up and keep moving (even though it fucking hurts) but 1689 really is when he's low enough to straight up get on his knees and cry and beg and hhhhhhh. like on one hand "my poor boy" on the other "Oh delicious scene, high stakes emotions!" Its so good!

Also about your last reply, i dont think dream is changing too fast at all. Youve written this like he's just had a sudden realization that he's been (just a lil) shitty and now he's noticing the signs all over (lucienne flinching just breaks my heart) and has made a decision to change. But like you said, right now he hasnt actually fundamentally changed (yet)! We went over this in my psych class once (i dont thinks asks have a word limit anymore but ill still spare you the full rant) but essentially theres a big distinction between consciously MAKING yourself change your behavior, and actually having the change settle in to be natural and thoughtless. And its so clear in your fic that being kind is still such a stilted thing for dream and that he constantly has to fight for it and i love that!

AAAAH, Giving Sanctuary anon!!

1 ) Oof, yeah, Hob is definitely at a low enough place, without pride, to beg. That being said, there is an added terror to the moment for Hob in 1689 because unlike every other time Dream has taken off on him, Hob's not in London. He's on the other side of Europe, on a Greek island which is, admittedly, gorgeous but he has no money and (hasn't been mentioned yet but it's in my head) he speaks some sailor pidgin/lingua franca which includes Greek and Italian elements but he absolutely would only have the shirt on his back if Dream left him there for any substantial amount of time.

Hob has no way of making the expensive voyage back to England (Naxos is currently controlled by the Venetians in 1689) and no easy way to make a living or even communicate with most people in Naxos. As someone who has so recently like, earlier that week experienced the depths of privation and starvation, and was only just begun to get his feet back under him and maybe, maybe have a glimmer of near-term (as opposed to only long term) hope that things will get better for him, there are some very real, very practical reasons like starving again why Hob is ready to drop to his knees and hysterically beg Dream not to make some grand dramatic gesture like storm off in a huff on him for however long is appropriate for a literally ageless being to get his temper under control again. And Hob's not wrong to fear that it could be days or longer before Dream decides he should maybe go retrieve Hob from wherever he left him.

Just... yeah, Hob is absolutely melting down because he loves Dream and he has PTSD around being abandoned by Dream and having no one else in his life who really, truly knows him for who he is ever since 1389, and truly no one else who gives a shit about him in decades but Giving Sanctuary is fairly grounded in class and wealth concerns on Hob's end, at least I'm constantly thinking about those things when writing Hob's POV and constantly thinking about how Dream doesn't understand those things when writing their interactions.

Being abandoned without a cent to his name in a strange place was neck and neck with "pissing off and losing the person I love because of my big stupid mouth" in Hob's brain as a legitimate reason to have a full blown panic attack while running after Dream.

2 ) I'm really glad to hear you don't find Dream too unrealistic in his growth! Your psych class comment is a very astute observation and definitely something that's in my mind while Dream has begun to thaw out and grow, he still has bad habits he has to consciously break and doesn't always succeed, especially when miserable and on edge on the island where he had to retrieve his own son's dismembered body with his bare hands and bury it, only to be blamed by his ex wife and the mother of his child as the reason this horrific event happened in the first place. This is really the heart of darkness for Dream, the root of his depression began on this island. But he is working on being better, at least to the people who matter most to him.

Thank you I love these chances to talk about the fic!

#1689 fic #giving sanctuary

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not sure how any of this will be taken but it is all well-meaning and if i seem harsh anywhere it is probably the autism, because i don't hold malice toward you.

i appreciate your response to everything that's been happening. i must admit that it hasn't changed my opinions on the posts you've made or art in question, but i want to emphasize that suspecting someone is a pedophile or a zoophile is Never something i deprive joy or satisfaction from (it's just scary.), and hearing you explicitly say you are neither and explain why is truly a genuine relief.

i do believe you when you say you are neither. i am also appalled to hear that anyone has compared you to people like hypnotistsappho, i cant imagine how awful that would feel.

while my opinions (in regards to the art in question, the enjoyment of minor/adult relationships, or my belief that engaging with potentially dangerous paraphilias is indeed a bad idea) will likely never be changed, i did read what you've said in good faith and i will make an effort to atleast think over the points youve made. i also do not believe in thoughtcrime and do recognize that many of us can fall into black/white thinking regarding kink and the like.

i personally am also into kink, although it falls into "tamer" categories (for lack of ability to think up a better word), and to an extent i understand where some of what you say is coming from. i suppose regardless of my personal morals, in the grand scheme of things, as long as you arent hurting anyone (which you thankfully dont appear to be) it isn't my business and i don't need to understand anyway.

there is one post i wish you'd addressed but i can see why you didn't because it wasn't really in discussion much, and maybe isn't as big a deal as i am making it out to be. but as someone else with diagnosed ocd your post about (and forgive me because i do not remember the exact wording of your post. i promise i am not trying to put exact words in your mouth) "antis secretly enjoying the things that they claim disgust them" was really gut-punching to see and to be completely honest i felt a lot less open to hearing your side of things for a while after learning about it, because it just felt so mean spirited...

i know it wasn't aimed at other people with ocd but i wish you'd taken into account that other people with ocd would probably see that post before making it. especially since ocd is something you have personal experience with and know what it is like to suffer from. while we may disagree over the morality of much of what's being discussed, i am sure we can both agree as people with ocd that being told you secretly enjoy the thoughts that scare and disgust you or that go against your morals is never fun. it is a trigger for me but i think it is rude to imply this even to people without ocd. im not sure what i want to get out of sharing this. but i did want to be honest about how that post came off to me since i feel quite dissatisfied about it

all that really matters i guess is that you've provided clarification and were honest in your post. i really had no idea what else to think with what information and pieces we had beforehand, and now i simply hope we can all quietly avoid eachother in peace.

That's all I really want. I just want to be heard and understood. I really appreciate this. I'd rather be in civil disagreement than fight each other.

As for your concern on that post - I completely understand the concern there. There was a context for that image and I didn't expect it to be shared on other sites. I made that at a time when a lot of people were making "my favorite ship dynamics" tweets but using it to vilify other ships. It was kind of a trend to post your favorite ship dynamics with a doodle of generic blob people showing the dynamic. A lot of these were "problematic" tropes and a lot of people started a pushback trying to shame the original tweets. I was annoyed seeing tweets all the time that essentially boiled down to "the best and only valid ship dynamics are healthy and wholesome relationships." So I made that as a jab at them. I see a lot of hypocrisy among those types. I know a lot of people, including myself, would preach only what we deemed as healthy or unproblematic but had deeply repressed interests in the "problematic." And also heard of many instances where someone like that would be found creating and/or consuming equally nasty art. It was meant to point that out. I didn't mean to imply that everyone actually has secret taboo fetishes or that people genuinely upset by certain tropes are lying. I understand that can be upsetting and I apologize I made people feel that. Like I said I didn't think it would leave that context. It was just supposed to highlight a harmful attitude I kept seeing. In hindsight I could have made that clearer. I want people to accept their fantasies and not live like they're trying to cover them up by being a hostile moral crusader but I dont want others to feel hurt for that to happen. Again I'm sorry that it came to people getting triggered by what I said

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pixie-dust-and-pain · 2 years

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The Technicalities Of Kissing Girls

Sumary: Adora and Catra sitting on a tree F-A-L-L-I-N-G

a/n:

based off a comment on red chrysanthemum (ao3 series. should i post it here???? milf adora???) like yes. this is quality content. i love you. this is for you. (rainbowlake on ao3 is my bb)

ALSO I FIND THIS SO FUCMING FUNNY NOT ADORA THINKING KISSING GIRLS HAS DIFFERENT WAYS LIKE PLS BITCH ONLY THING YOUVE EVER KISSED IS CATRA'S ASS STFU

also i accidentally wrote the forbidden forest instead of the whispering woods so now this is hp (ew jk rolling

ANOTHER THING: when my bf kissed me for the first time she said "you're a horrible kisser" then kissed me again and said "dw we can practice" and this was like a year ago and i still dream abt that. I'm dfkjfbkjghkgf

Adora can't remember the last time she's spoken this much. Her jaw hurts from the effort, and her cheeks ache, having smiled far too much for far too long. It doesn't bother her, really, given that it's because of Catra.

She's so irrationally happy it's almost funny. Actually, it is funny, because Catra laughed when Adora snorted, so it must be. This is nothing new, the tree branch beneath her hands, hard wood digging into her thighs, the cold wind blowing at her face as she shoves leaves away, but it all feels precious. She feels drunk. Drunk not on alcohol (though she's sure Catra is), but rather on happiness.

Laughter bubbling up inside of her, too much to contain, her grin never faltering as she leans onto Catra. It's too much. The happiness, it's overflowing, too much to contain within her body. It doesn't matter, she doesn't care. They're young and stupid, this is what they're supposed to be doing. Getting drunk and looking at the sky, sitting on a random tree in the Whispering Woods, trying to form shapes and constellations.

"Mara," Catra had murmured when Adora had told her how the stars were shaped like a woman, and Adora had immediately wanted to kiss her. That's been happening a lot lately, her being overcome with the urge to kiss Catra. Almost everything Catra does makes Adora want to kiss her.

She stares at Catra, now, and wonders for the umpteenth time that night how she's able to breathe when Catra looks like that. Her hair blows slightly with the wind, the short strands somehow falling perfectly into place, unlike her own, which get in her mouth and on her eyes every so often.

The sun has set a long time ago, but the little torch they hold illuminates them both well enough. Adora almost wishes it didn't. Almost.

Catra's hair is like chocolate, dark strands twisting and merging with the others, her hair different shades due to the light, soft and fluffy, and Adora has to fight the urge to reach out and touch them. Her skin glows under the torchlight, the harsh yellow of it soft on her features, tanned warm skin looking so beautiful she wants to cry. Catra, everything about her is just so right and so perfect it makes her want to cry. The light only exaggerates her lashes, their shadows clearly visible on her cheek as she blinks slowly, tired. Blue and yellow eyes shine, one like liquid gold, gleaming in the dark, and the other as though someone has taken the sky and placed it in her eyes. Her eyes contain the whole world. Adora turns pink, suddenly shy. She feels like a child with a crush.

She continues admiring Catra, staring shamelessly. She's confessed now, hasn't she, despite the whole ordeal being so painful? She has a right to stare.

She stares at the slope of Catra's neck, the dark material covering it, hugging her skin. She stares at the bare skin of Catra's arms, the two marks on her bicep and the slight muscles. She's more lean than muscular. She looks small, too, arms wrapped around her knees, hugging them to her chest.

Small. Catra isn't small-the word just doesn't fit her.

Vertically challenged, Adora muses.

She stares a little more than necessary at Catra's cleavage. It isn't her fault; she's practised years of restraint. Just a peak shouldn't hurt (she can practically hear Glimmer mocking her, even in her head, for how pathetically whipped she is). The suit cinches at the waist, and Adora stares at that for a long time too. She wants to hug Catra from behind, she wants to wrap an arm around that waist, maybe just hold it. She needs to stop.

But it's been years since she's been happy with Catra. Sometimes, when she was in the rebellion, she dreaded it. She hated Bow and she hated Glimmer and she hated herself for hating them, but maybe if they were a little cruel, a little evil, a little bit like anything they Horde had told her that they were, maybe she wouldn't have left Catra. Maybe she and Catra could've been happy. It's futile, she knows it is, and incredibly selfish, too, but maybe they both would've been spared a lot of pain had they both just stayed put.

She glances at Catra again, who's staring back at her. Catra grins at her, and Adora beams back, her smile dopey and huge. Catra's smile makes her happy, everything about Catra makes her happy. Funny, that is, before all Catra managed to do was make her sad. Sad, upset, and guilty. Guilty for leaving her behind, knowing that Catra's pride and hurt would never let her turn her back on the Horde, guilty for hurting her, knowing there was no other way.

She's filled with a strange feeling. It's more than happiness, more than anything, she watches the way Catra's nimble fingers tear at the peel of the fruit in front of her, the little sparkle of wonder in her eyes as she bites into it. Catra has recently discovered what fruit is, and she is obsessed. Wait until she finds out about cake.

She smiles when Catra's tongue peeks out, a quick flash of pink, to lick the juice from her lips and she purrs, her whole body vibrating. All the pain she's been through is worth it, she thinks, if it's for Catra.

She wants to be with her so badly it hurts. She wants to hug her and kiss her and hold her hand and talk with her for hours, and she wants to make up for lost time and shower her with love all the time to make up for the times she couldn't. She just wants to touch her. She wants to trace her fingers up and down her spine, lift her up and spin her in circles, she wants to be wrapped up in her as she rests, she wants to hold her so badly it aches her. She wonders if that's a little pathetic of her.

She remembers the kiss they shared at the Heart of Etheria, it was a gentle press of lips, more than a peck but not a full-on make-out session either. She wants to recreate it again, she wants to press herself flush against Catra, wants to feel her soft lips under her own, wants to run a hand through her hair and wrap another around her waist. She wants to kiss her so bad it hurts.

She's too scared to do it, though.

She reaches for her hand instead. Catra's palm meets her halfway, their hands awkwardly trying to slot themselves into place, hungry for the intimacy. They don't fit right in perfectly on the first try, rather, Catra's nail scratches the side of her palm, and it takes them a minute to adjust themselves. It's worth it, though, at the end, when Catra slightly squeezes Adora's hand, and Adora swears her heart skips a beat.

Catra turns to look at her, and smiles slowly, hesitantly. Adora smirks back.

"Aw, you totally have a crush on me," she says, teasing, because she doesn't know how to be sappy and sweet and romantic with Catra, because that isn't them, and because she likes the way Catra's ears turn red and her tail spikes up, "How embarrassing, "

Catra bristles, "We're literally dating!" she exclaims, glaring at Adora in mock annoyance.

Adora sighs, the stupid smirk still on her face, "Still,"

She looks at Catra, still grinning, and she can hear the blood rushing in her ears and her heart pounding in her chest, threatening to claw out of her ribcage and come out. She's sure Catra can hear it, too. Dammit.

She's afraid she'll do something she regrets, she's afraid she'll kiss Catra. She chooses to focus on the soft way Catra's ears are shaped, mentally repeating the same mantra: do not kiss her. She thinks she'll do it anyway, and the thought scares her. And then Catra kisses her.

Or, rather, Catra leans in for a kiss, and Adora's brain malfunctions. She doesn't know how to kiss a girl. How does it even work? Is a girl's mouth different than a boy's (although she's never kissed a boy, either, but she's sure it's a lot simpler than kissing Catra)? She panics, and then does what anybody else in her place would do, she slams her face into Catra's. Catra gasps before they're both set off-balance, hurtling to the floor and off the tree branch they sat on at full speed.

Catra yelps, grabbing onto Adora's hand as her other one grips the branch. They're dangling off the branch with only Catra's hand holding them up.

Adora gapes up at the branch, then squints, "Is that a mouse?"

Catra squeaks, terrified, letting go of the branch in a panic, and they both come crashing down. Fuck.

Adora groans in pain, and barely registers Catra on top of her until she feels her move.

"Ow," Catra huffs, then looks down at her, smirking, thankfully not upset and rather amused. "Hey Adora,"

Adora clears her throat, "Hi,"

"Why so aggresive?" she asks, head tilted to the side as she stares at her intently.

Adora's grateful that she isn't standing up, because she's sure that her knees would buckle if she was, "Um, I-"

"You know," Catra drawls, "If you don't want to kiss me, you could just say so instead of slamming my teeth in with your head, we all take time to-"

"No!" Adora grabs at Catra's hands, wincing slightly at the pain that shoots up her side at the sudden movement, "No, no, no. I don't-it's not like that! I do want to kiss you, I want to so bad but I don't know how to kiss a girl, you know? And I don't want to disappoint you and..." she trails off when Catra chuckles pressing a chaste kiss at her temple.

Adora gulps, the nervousness crawling back as she tries to control her breathing. At this rate, she's going to end up hyperventilating and huffing and puffing into their fucking kiss.

"My love, you're a horrible kisser," Catra mutters quietly, tracing the outline of Adora's face, finger gently brushing against her skin. Adora, pathetically, tries to inch up, to kiss her again to prove otherwise.

"Am not, I'll show you-" Catra cuts her off, pressing herself down on Adora, lips firmly planted on hers as she runs a hand through Adora's hair, fingers slipping through the golden locks. Catra's lips are soft above hers, and she registers how Catra tastes vaguely sweet, like the fruit she was eating, but more than that she tastes so much like Catra it's overwhelming. She pulls back after a long time, and Adora stares up at her, grinning goofily.

"I love you,"

Catra grins at that, pink dusting her cheeks, "I love you too. And I stand by my earlier statement, you're a horrible kisser," She smiles wider at Adora's little huff, and leans down again, lips ghosting over hers, "Don't worry, we can practice,"

I KISSED MY GF THREE TIMES IN FRONT OF OUR WHOLE CLASS TODAY THE COUNTRY WE LIVE IN CAN LEGALLY MURDER YOU FOR BEING GAY I FEEL VERY ANDJSLKNSLD MAYBE LIFE IS BEAUTIFUL AND AMAZING YK

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“Look, can we… can we not talk about this now? Please?” // @ persephone

THEIR TIME TOGETHER WAS ALWAYS TOO SHORT, the four months out of the year felt like four days by the time it reached its end. some days she wondered if it wasnt better to just stay in the underworld and let the human realm fall into cold frozen ruin. she had pressed her luck a couple times only to have her father forcibly retrieve her when his humans began to starve to death. a rather ironic lecture about duties followed and it had taken every crumb of self restraint not to remind the old man whose fault it was. despite her small frame and compassionate disposition, her fiery ire was something she had inherited from the moody all father himself.

she had never doubted her husbands faithfulness to her, never wondered what he did while she was away until the queen had met her. the nymph of cocytus who seemed to fit far more perfectly into morbid wintery kingdom than she did. oh, the nymph had made sure point that out. every word that left the other womans lips felt like oil to a fire that persephone had not realized existed.

' there will be a day when he tires of you and he will come to me as he did before, needing a woman far more fit to be his queen. after all, the beauty of spring always fades ' then the nymph smiled, sharp and confident in a way that made the goddess grind her teeth.

truthfully everything that had come out of her mouth fell second to the tid bit of information that her husband had been intimate with the nymph. the jealous rage that swept through her felt like a tidal wave, crashing against the walls of her patience until only rubble was left behind. was this was it was to love someone? to feel as though her heart had been trampled at the mere idea that her husband would find pleasure and comfort in a body that wasnt her own?

servants and creatures kept their distance as she stalked through the dark halls of the palace. the spring goddess was usually seen humming a song, placing flowers inside pottery, saying hello to stoic passerby and errant souls. this time her gait was of a queen marching into battle, straight toward the dining hall where she knew he would be waiting. news traveled fast because by the time she pushed open the massive stone doors, another nymph straightened from where she was whispering into the rulers ear before disappearing in pop of magic.

“ look, can we… can we not talk about this now? please? ” they only had three weeks left before she was to leave for her duties and there was better ways to be spending their time together yet—

" no, we will talk about this now, " persephone practically growled. power radiated off her, all the blooms she had placed in the dining area wilted and shriveled in her presence. the servants took steps back so that they were closer to the walls without fully retreating their posts. " you took a concubine? you took a concubine and you didnt tell me? truly you and your brothers are unbelievable! at least, my father is out in the open about his affairs, but you? youve been lying me, spinning fairytales of true love while fucking nymph while im away! "

#unseenking #vi. answered #xxvi. character ;; persephone #im here for the drammaaaaaa

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sereniv · 2 years

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Maybe trying to connect with afro indigenous people in real life is better however I don’t know how to do that. African features are very diverse so I can’t just go off appearances and assume that they’re native and same goes for other indigenous people. There’s no set way to look native of course and also I don’t know where I could go in my area to try and connect with them.

I try to navigate through social media spaces because it’s just easier with my anxiety and also because it’s the best option I have as of right now. I’m sorry ! I’m not trying to make it harder for you and you’ve given me so much advice and so much comforting. I appreciate all the effort you’ve offered already and I’m definitely not taking it for granted. I also really appreciate you looking for me it means a lot. I tried again to look on Reddit but I admit I don’t know how to really navigate it and I also don’t remember the groups you’ve last recommended. I was still sorta met with a lot of comparisons and anti blackness of course but I really am trying to move through it (very hard). A part of me wants to just reconnect by myself but I crave learning from elders and with others. I’m very conflicted and of course with time I’ll come to my conclusion but right now I feel very lost in myself.-🦪

Firstly dont feel like youre making it hard on me, its hard on you! But its true i dont have much left with advice unfortunately

Though my situation is different, im learning the language slowly at my own pace and thats really the most active reconnecting im doing rn.

Because im shy too, and though you have a whole extra layer on why other connecting ways arent great, i think that at the end of the day, you shouldnt be expected to force anything

you shouldn't be putting yourself in harms way just to prove you "really mean it" with reconnecting.

Youre no less native for protecting your wellbeing and only doing what you can. And that may little pieces of things, like learning history or learning a word a month, or just figuring out emotions and what your connection looks like

And even then, maybe theres a bad taste in your mouth rn. But you have time to think about this, always have to remember you have time. Give yourself the time you need to heal from the shit youve had to see and hear, and come back to it, or aspects of it, later.

Its normal to feel lost, even more so with the situation you have. And i want to say it gets better but i dont know. I know its gotten a little better for me but i also dont have to deal with racism

Reconnecting isnt just about action, but about internal feelings. Its confidence i guess.

And if you need to take the time to just...think, then thats ok. Or even not think, thats ok to.

And i know you are not alone in what youre going through. Know that there are MANY afro indigenous people besides you, that felt lost, that felt like just giving up or choosing one or the other

You dont have to be strong and ignore everything and fight through it. Its enough just taking care of what you need.

One thing that i can suggest that might help or might be fun which is what i started doing (but ive taken a break because adh), is getting a little pad of paper like pocket sized, and some gel pens, and write out the english word and then the Mvskoke word, and then a little picture or pictures to illustrate that

Doesnt have to look good, if anything you dont want to put much effort into it. it should be fun and non stressful.

And for reddit id say r/mixedrace is good because its people who are mixed. But ill make a post for you and vet it. Just to make sure

I really hope youre doing ok and youre taking time for yourself! And i hope you have something that can distract you and make you feel better ❤️

#ask #anon #i tag all these as ask and anon #so you can just look up on my blog if tumblr decides to work #oyster

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hi!! i don't know if you're taking requests but i've got this image in my face of atsumu face fucking the reader and i just................. i love your writing so much i just know you'd nail this

bratty dom! atsumu + praise + slight degradation + condescending tones + face fucking + cum eating + f! reader

his fingers, always clipped well- taken care of no matter what run down your face. his lips upturned in something that reads like a smirk playing on his mouth- hissing when fresh tears roll down your face.

you’re cute, so cute- he thinks, watching your balled hands shake in attempt to take him even more.

hips snap to his pleasure, letting the thickness of his cock repeatedly sink into the back of your throat, stretching the slick heat there, tightness of it nearly rivaling your cunt.

it’s hard to take him all sometimes, reeling back when his balls land heavy against your chin with the force he brings his cock into your throat.

“take it-“ atsumu coos, watching you shake, eyes squeezing tight for a second before his hand comes down to your cheek, giving you a swift tap-

“and keep your eyes up here.” he whispers, cock throbbing with how plaint and good you are to him.

“good- my pretty girl looks good on her knees.”

words are grunted with more urgency the closer to cumming he is, they come heavier- lust addled tongue loose and free to spit out words laced with need.

“looks like this is all you’re good for-“ he grunts, balls throbbing, watching a string of spit roll down your swollen lips, unable to stop from shoving his cock all the way in- head tipped back in a cry, high and near whiney while he cums.

nose pressed to the thick, dark patch of hair nestled at the base of his cock- taking in shallow breaths before the first stream of cum lands down your throat. flinching, trying to pull back when black spots dance along your vision.

he lets you pull away, a reward for doing such a good job for him, his own eyes teary with pleasure- cock bobbing while he another heavy spurt lands across your pretty cheek, sputtering out cum youve nearly choked on, too dizzy to protest when he paints not only the inside of your throat with heavy cum, but your cheek and neck-

“fuck- how dirty.” atsumu pants, eyes flickering down to watch his messy cock, dripping with your spit, bob near pathetically with every spurt-

“my baby looks so pretty like this...” he whispers, reaching down, fingers pressing along the mess he’s made to your cheeks- bringing bleary eyes to his own watchful ones.

“don’t you?” atsumu questions, waiting for your nod before coming in close and pressing his tongue to the mess.

“good girl.”

#atsumu #miya atsumu #atsumu smut #miya atsumu smut #haikyuu smut #atsumu x reader #atsumu x reader smut #atsumu x y/n #atsumu x you #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #smut #drabble #requests #no.name

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tiens-letters · 3 years

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with these hands, I vowed to love you

with these hands, I vowed to care for you

and with these hands, I ruined you

Childe (angst)

tw : slight gore and just pure pain

...

It was that time of the year again, going back to the snowy region was a bliss for you. Having to visit your fiancée's family was an unspoken tradition after he introduced you to them. They practically took you in as one of them immediately, especially that little angel brother of his.

Teucer.

The train ride was comfortable , the window giving you the familiar beauty of the snowy landscape of snezhenaya. It was snug inside the rather spacious compartment Childe rented out, even when you told him that you'd rather share a normal one due to your thrifty nature he'd shrug it off, claiming it that he has too much mora and nowhere to spend it on other than you.

Gifts from him would scare you as you knew these weren't anywhere cheap. Everything he gave was expensive, he loved showering you in gifts and it made you feel so overwhelmed.

"Ajax, you're spending too much." you were visibly sweating beside him as he picked out another one of the dresses on display at the local boutique of Liyue.

"I think this one would suit you better, don't you think so love?" of course he wasn't listening, placing the dress in front of you

"Ajax." you frowned at him

" I just want to spoil you." he whines

"I know but sometimes its just..." you stopped yourself before saying anything further in fear of offending him

"Was it too much again?" the tone in his voice softens as he puts back the dress, he knew how you didn't like that habit of his, formed from the first time he saw you down by the docks.

"One dress, Ajax. One is enough since you picked it out for me." you gave in not wanting to see him so dejected, he immediately brightens up as he pecks you on cheek before rushing off to a different aisle of clothing. Sighing, you sat down on the sofa present in the shop, watching the ginger decide thoroughly of what dress to buy.

But of course, your love for one another runs deeper than things bought off gold nor silver. No, it ran deeper than anything else, rivaling the oceanic depths.

"What are you thinking about hmm?" he hums below you, head resting against your lap.

"Im just happy to be visiting again, that's all." you smile, nimble hands brushing through his soft hair "Sleep well?"

"You bet I did." he grins taking your hand and placing a kiss to your beating pulse and then another and another, showering you in his deeply rooted affection. Soon his kisses reached where they are supposed to belong, those soft lips of yours and then inching their way to the sensitive spots on your neck, leaving marks only he can place on you.

Breathless and bothered, you pushed him back "The attendants are gonna see, you idiot." at least you still had some control in you

"They will only arrive when we call them , so its fine to have a little fun before we arrive." there was that sly grin of his as he continued in where you both left off, ears perking to hear more sounds exclusively for him and him only.

"You horny bastard!"

...

It was cozy by the hearth, you and his siblings huddled together in one single fleece blanket, steaming cups of hot cocoa in hand. Childish giggles and hushed stories erupted amongst you. Teucer having wrapped in your arms as he snuggled closer. Anthon and Tonia flanking your sides.

"Hey, who's fiancé do you think you guys are coveting?"

"Oh don't be like that, your siblings just miss them." his mother chided from the couch where she sat, an open book on her lap, she didn't seem to age and always looked so young that at first you were shocked to have been introduced to her.

"But mom, I haven't seen her all day." her son pouts as if he were still a child denied his candy

"Give me a break, you're always clinging onto her you know." his sister rolls those identical thalassic eyes at him "You wont die if you go a day without her."

"Listen here you little---"

"Ajax." you interjected, as much as you enjoy the siblingly banter of theirs, you cant have them going at each other with offensive words. His pleading gaze aimed at you as he practically begged for you both to go home.

"Please?"

"After I put Teucer to bed." you sighed, standing up with the youngest in your arms

"Seriously this guy." his sister groaned "I was having a good time."

"Tonia dear, we can continue our conversations tomorrow." you winked at her, it was a promise

"Fine."

Both of you bid farewell to his mother and made your way towards Teucer's room and tucking him in.

"Happy?" you turned to your fiancée, a narrowed look in your eyes as he grinned beside you

"Of course, sweetheart!" he pecked your lips as he pulled you closer

"Can you not do it in Teucer's room? Have some shame." his siblings' comments were endless, this time it was from his older brother.

"That's why were going home." Childe picked you up as you made a surprised yelp making the other party roll his eyes "Also, get ready to lose tomorrow brother. I'm getting that white deer for my lady."

"I'm looking forward to it."

The walk was short towards Childe's home as he preferred living alone. It was a grandiose manor and you were sure you will never get used to how big it was and filled with such furnitures of the finest quality.

"Well, how was your day darling?" you hummed, arms snaking around his neck

"Oh you wouldn't believe it."

...

It was there.

You felt it in the cold breeze that wafted into the room.

A shift in the flow of the wind, it was different yet familiar at the same time. Leaving the window open as the harsh temperatures of the night climbed and crawled inside. The curtains danced in the turbulent current of the gale, carrying songs only you could hear. Songs that made mountains tremble and build civilizations at the same time.

there was something foreboding, something terrifying and something heavy and dark that devoured anything in its path.

You heard him first before he came in through those doors, that tousled ginger hair of his caked with melting snowflakes in the warm glow of the lamps. His rugged appearance caused by the hunting competition between him and his older siblings induced his worn out state. That soft yet jaded smile of his was what welcomed you as he trudged inside the bedroom, lazily discarding his clothes on the basket for dirty laundry and entering the bathroom for a quick shower.

"why is the window open? " he asks you, sliding inside the warm covers

"I just wanted fresh air ." you smile as you shut the windows and pull the blinds enough for you to see the moon that hung above the sky. Joining him under the covers, you cradled him, his head resting on the crook of your neck. Your hands finding their way into those soft locks of his , entangling them as he hummed softly against you. Those arms of his that held weapons and skin littered with scars both old and new now held you close, so tenderly as if he'd never taken a life before.

"sing me a song, sweetheart. " his queries were simple yet genuine

"of course." you sang until you equated him to a sleeping newborn

It was warm, so warm that you could have mistaken it for a summer afternoon in Liyue, resting on the couch with silken pillows and window showcasing the view of the harbor below. The steaming cups of soothing tea Beidou would brew for you when nights became cold at times she would pay you a visit after trading that would take weeks, months and rarely years.

you slept.

Why is it cold? you wondered, Did Ajax open the windows?

You were blessed by the tsaritsa so such climates shouldn't matter to you.

You woke up.

A shadow was cast over you by the man youve sung to sleep. Virulent blue eyes looked at you with so much abhorrence, for a second you couldnt recognize them and thought it was a stranger to which you were ready to terminate.

"Ajax?" your voice was hoarse, as you slowly lost the feeling in your lips.

He was crazed, still trapped in that dreaming state of his, drifting between experiences. Today was a re-enactment of a memory he would never speak of, not even to you. There were parts of him he'd never tell you, such a soul as yours should never hear.

You choked and coughed as the metallic taste of mortal ichor filled your throat. How could you have not felt anything earlier? Was it because of your futile attempts to coax Ajax back into reality or was it because of the numerous thoughts your mind came up with to he answer as to why he is in such a virulent state. Excruciating pain filled your whole body as you writhed and struggled under his grip. It felt as if something was being ripped out of you.

"Ajax, darling come back to me." you cried, it took so much to even utter a word as you bled out, you know not where but you could feel it. The liquid vital for your survival was seeping out of you, flowing like a lazy river on an autumns day, only that it was warm, sticky and addicting.

"Ajax?" a hiss comes from that mouth, he cringes as you freed your numb hands to hold his face and he let you, seeing as to there was no point in stopping you as you dangerously danced on a tight rope of life and death. You couldn't tell in that delirious disposition of yours if his eyes were shifting between Ajax or the primal eyes of a beast hunting its prey.

It wasn't too late was it?

But why didn't your eyes meet his?

Who snuffed out all the lights?

"I've abandoned that name a long time ago."

The cold took over you completely, freezing you until you broke under his touch with words left dying in your ichor filled lips

and then fear was the last thing you felt.

fear that he might not return to his sweet, charming self.

fear that he will curse everything in his path.

fear that he might attempt to use different various methods to bring back what was lost

and fear of his ruination.

you care not for your death, even in your last minutes of life, you dare not blame him for what he's endured so far. only wishing he never had to experience such in the first place.

This is what the wind warned you about in its lullaby.

...

Childe woke up for the second time.

Oddly more worn out than the day before, but your songs always worked, how come? . He wondered if you left to make breakfast as the covers felt empty as he reached out for you. No, you were a late riser, always having to slumber in the middle of the warm covers of the bed you both share. It was he who mostly did the cooking in the morning. So your presence gone was a displacement in the moment of his waking.

His eyes had to adjust to the view of the room as he sat up, a yawn escaping his lips as he called for you. The pitter-patter sound of the water on the bathroom tiles were non-existent as he strained his ears to hear for any trace of you.

"What..." he was confused as to why the room was trashed, furniture broken in half and strewn about the room, the drapes shredded and laying on the floor and the mirror shattered to pieces, shards sharp enough to cut through skin yet he slept through such a thing?

his first concern was your safety as you had not been present in the room and it him.

the heavy stench of blood lingered in the air. His enjoyment for such things turned into something suffocating because blood was never shed in his own home nor in his very room. In the state of confusion, something dark caught his peripheral vision. A large blemish in the covers beside him, it was dyed a deep dark crimson and he knew well what it was. He began to shake in worry, telling himself not to panic until he finds you safe. All he could remember was you singing him to sleep, held captive in your soft arms, encased in your warmth, so how did it come to such a morning that looked like a result of a monster's tantrum. He calls out for you, his bare feet on the floor as splinters punctured them and he didnt care. he had to find you.

The hallways looked haunting, the portraits on the walls taunting him and he swore he was going lose it if he hadnt found you sooner, every room was achingly vacant and it felt like a dream. He calls for your name again in a frenzy as he rushes through the place, had the mansion been this big? he thinks as he runs down the stairs.

There in the fireplace, the dying embers of fire lit from the night before, wood giving away and turning into coal as the burning smell mingled with similar stench that engulfed the bedroom, the same dark liquid on the sheets was present as well, only that it was painted into the wall and bled down creating a cascading waterfall.

Because there you were, with arms spread out as if welcoming each and every sinner for solace and blessing them with forgiveness, the drying mortal ichor behind you creating a halo. Your lips upturned into something soft as if you'd do anything disgraceful to keep the effeminacy on a soul lost to ruin.

an angel crucified.

that oh so heavenly face of yours could rival anything beautiful, even statues would crumble under you, nations would go to war for you and bodies of those who want you would turn into a throne built for you and you only. You were immortally ethereal even in death.

Ajax, dear sweet Ajax felt his legs give away, energy having siphoned from him as he trembled so much that it could rival the mountains when they shook. Thalassic eyes, wide blown into grief, anguish and all other emotions crashed against him like strong waves that could drown anyone caught up in it. He knelt as pain spread through him like wildfire, burning, scorching and killing. Agonized cries filled the room and if someone were to pass by, they couldve mistaken it for a dying animal. He gasped and choked on his own breath as he dared to look at you, the tears freely flowing from his eyes, down to his pale cheek and finally falling off his trembling chin to be hungrily absorbed by the carpeted floor that was also tarnished by ichor.

He felt crazed as he wept and in that moment of insanity, he remembered. That most disgusting sin he's ever committed that he should never be pardoned for in the life he has right now and the next ones he will be in. Through the blur of tears, he saw his hands and he wished he didnt.

Sullied hands befitting a murderer.

He screams into the ground, doubling over as his hands find their way into his hair, gripping it and ripping out those jacinthe locks of his. He could never forgive himself now and he never will. He wails out loud until his own throat collapsed into a croaking mess.

and then he couldnt find himself no longer.

The sand of time seemed to trickle down slowly. His eldest siblings came looking for him, to continue the hunt. A once peaceful encounter turned into a nightmarish reality as they witnessed their brother rocking back and forth with you gingerly wrapped in his arms, mumbling your name. Lips pressed to your forehead as he prayed and begged for forgiveness over and over in hushed torn whispers as if it were enough to bring you back and cover that gaping hole in your abdomen.

"What did you do?"

...

"Brother, when are they coming back?"

Oh darling Teucer, innocence reflecting off his eyes as he tugged on his brother's sleeve. The toy you gifted him clutched tightly at his side.

"I dont know kid, their mission was sudden so its best to wait. Can you do that Teuc?" the truth about you was kept behind closed doors, only adults can speak of and if they did, it took time to keep the conversation smooth and off of any grief nor sadness when your name reached their tongue. The younger ones would never know until the time is right. When everything was taken care of and hearts moved on.

Your funeral was held in secrecy yet was it was grand. Something that would hold the significance of your memories with them. It was beautiful, your favorite flowers lined along your coffin, and you. Looking ever so ethereal even when death has kissed you, clad in that dress Childe bought for you.

"uh huh!" the youngest ginger nodded eagerly and skipped away as the eldest sighed into his hands, the pressure weighing heavily on his shoulders as he worried more and more about his younger sibling. Another memory, a mind broken and a his soul withering. was there any way to save him?

Days seemed to go by as any glimpse of the man was scarce. Until one day they ceased to see him altogether. It started at lunch, a week after the funeral when it took everyone to coax him into eating more as he lost weight and trickled down to a whole day. Cooped up in his room, clinging to a pillow with the fading scent of you. and then he was gone, like a snowflake melting upon ones forehead. They grew anxious and thought of the worse until they caught wind that he was back in Liyue from one of the agents only then were they allowed to breathe a little better.

"Childe, what finds you here?" the calm tone of the geo archon's voice broke him out of his trance

"Have you seen my fiance?" Zhongli blinks at the question of the harbinger, he knew what befell you and yet this man before him seemed clueless enough as to what he committed. How Childe did what he did, he seemed to sympathize with in a way that would make him understand his behavior.

" I have not." he couldnt bring himself to tell this man the truth. Perhaps he was sparing him, spearing that mind of his into spiraling down into nothingness and a heart that was held by a thin piece of thread. "Perhaps it is better to enjoy yourself while you wait for them."

To deviate oneself from the loss might be the best way Childe right now until his mind is ready to accept the torment of the heavy truth that would slew this man.

"I see. " he smiles and yet it feels so empty to Childe, the reason? He wouldnt know or atleast his mind wouldnt allow him to know

"Ill see you around then Xiansheng."

Everything that he portrayed lacked and all he could do as he's always did.

...........

i had to.

I hope yall would get Childe :)

#genshin impact #genshin impact angst #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact drabbles #childe #childe angst #childe one shot #childe imagine #childe drabble #ajax #tartaglia

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officalaizawa003 · 2 years

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The life changing suspicion (ft: Erasermic)

"Hey Midnight, can I talk to you out in the halls?"

Midnight looked away from her phone to see a scarred hand on her shoulder. She looked up and saw Aizawa, who seemed...anxious. She nodded and followed him out of the teachers lounge. It was afterschool and the teachers were waiting for Nezu to start a meeting but Nezu had forgotten that he had a meeting with some parents, so the teachers were forced to wait until he was finished.

Midnight smiled, " Whats up, Aizawa?"

He looked embarssed when he spoke four words Midnight never thought she'd hear coming out of aizawa's mouth: " I need your help."

Midnight was taken aback by this but stayed calm and answered, " With what?"

Aizawa rubbed the back of his neck. His checks were flushed red.

Midnight chuckled. Must be about Hizashi. I wonder what he-

"I think Mic is cheating on me."

"Wait what?! I usually cant keep him off of you! Why would you think that?"

Aizawa sighed, " It started 3 months ago.."

FLASHBACK- THREE MONTHS EARLIER

'Mic and I were at the mall together. I needed new clothes and even though the clothing shop I go to is only a few miles away from the apartment, Mic instisted that we go to the mall. I agreed, not really caring where we went. Now usually, Mic would stay by my side while I shopped but he was very insisting on leaving my side the moment we walked through the doors. That..wasnt the strange part though. I finished shopping in a matter of 10-30 minutes and waited for Mic at the entrance. I waited for an hour before he came back with LOADS of bags. I told him off for spending so much money on junk until I spotted the logo of a very expensive designer place. When I asked him what he bought, he wouldnt give me a straight answer. I later found out that the store that had that logo sells 98% of womens clothing and jewelry. When we got back to the apartment, he ran to our room and when I followed him only a few minutes later, all those big bags were emptied and put away. Everything he bought, he was able to hide before I came in the room, except something small...that he hid behind his back.'

Aizawa entering the room, " Hey Hizashi-"

Mic turned around quickly and hid something behind his back, " NOTHING! *cough* Sorry about my quirk...What I meant to say was, W-whats up...dog?"

"What do you have behind your back?"

"Nothing!"

I gave him the stern eye.'

Mic gave him a sweet smile, " I swear I dont have anything!"

Aizawa nodded as he turned to leave, " Alright. I love you."

"Yep! Byee!"

Present day

Midnight shrugged, " Thats not proof that he's cheating, Aizawa. What was the other 2% that they sold at that store?

"Suits and ties. But Mic doesnt even like wearing suits and he always says 'I love you' back! And that wasnt all...another month went by-"

FLASHBACK #2- TWO MONTHS EARLIER

'Mic was still acting strange. He had been on his phone more then usual and was getting back-to-back phone calls. Once, he left his phone in the house while preparing to leave to go to the radio station. He got a call and I saw the caller I.D as 'Secret Helper 🤪'. I was about the answer when he snatched the phone out of my hands as he ran out the door, not even turning back to explain or say goodbye to me. And when i brought it back up the next day, he acted like it never happened. The next day, it was early in the morning when I heard him talking on the phone on speaker.

Mic: He almost found out about you.

???: That would have ruined our little suprise, huh sunshine?~

Mic: Hey dont call me that! Im on speaker, stupid!

???: Well isnt that old troll asleep anyways?

Mic: Yeah but still! And stop giving people nicknames!

???: Fine whatever you say, Hizashi. Now when are you going to tell him?! Youve kept this up for too long!

Mic: I know, I know! I just dont know if I ready. I mean, he's my best friend and this could ruin us!

???: Shouldve thought about that sooner cause your already too far in! If you dont tell him soon, I will. And trust me, I will have fun with it, too.

Mic: AYE no! You cant!

???: *laughing*

Mic: Im serious! You have to promise me you wont! I have to own up to this!

???: Alright, I wont say anything. Loosen up! If anything goes wrong you still have me!

Mic: Yeah..I guess your right...

???: I always am! Oh well I gotta go! Bye sexy!

Mic: OI I said stop- and she hung up. Unbeliveable!

I crept out the hallway and into the kitchen to where he was and said:

Aizawa: Hey baby, who was that?

Mic: Oh good morning! That was Nezu. He's getting on my back about grading the kids english quizzes from last month.

Aizawa:....Oh..well you better start then, lazy blonde.

Mic: Your right! In fact, I better head out! I'll see you at work, babe!

Aizawa: Alright bye.

I tried giving him a kiss before he left, but he...dodged me and ran out the room. He not only lied to me, but when I tried to kiss him, he DODGED me.'

Present day

Midnight chuckled to herself, He really is stupid, he doesnt get it...

"Im sure your overreacting, Shouta. Mic would never."

"Midnight, you know his past in cheating. In middle school-"

Midnight grabbed him firmly by his shoulder"-In middle school he was a little boy, not a grown-ass man who was been hopelessly devoted to you since highschool. Thats 16 years shouta! He's not gonna throw it all away for another woman."

Aizawa sighed, " I-I guess your right. I mean its not like Ive seen him do anything..."

Suddenly, Mic walked out into the hallway, on the phone with someone.

Mic: Yeah! I'll meet you outside right now!

Mic ran down the hall, ignorning Aizawa and Midnight. Aizawa and Midnight followed him and watched as he tackled Mrs joke to the ground. They both laughed and Mic gave Mrs joke a kiss on the check, causing Mrs joke to laugh more and push him away. Midnight could not believe that. After she just spent all that time defending him. She watched as aizawa walked out of UA, passing the two. His face said it all. Mic tried grabbing aizawa, still giggling when aizawa slapped his hand away harshly and gave him a cold look, before walking out of UA.

@sara576sf

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touyasdoll · 3 years

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BY! THE! FUCKIN! GODS! ABOVE!!!!! 🥵🥵

Those ideas for my poly suggests… Hell yes, Ma’am! 🥺❤️‍🔥😩 Omg your ideas are hot as fuck & absolutely got those dynamics down good. Shit, you could take me down with genius like this…

😏😏 Still, like, I gotta add a decent bounce back, yanno~? Enjoy~!!!!!

😏😏😏😏❤️‍🔥

Shinsou would encourage all those little acts of rebellion in you, plans formed to tell Bakugou later & setting up the scene jus right — but he would also use that deep, sensual & commanding tone when you go some inches too far. He half enables you to take it further on, these bad behaviors, & half warns that you really, really don’t wish to do that, baby girl.

A pity you don’t listen to that latter part. (or is it?)

Pushing the limits would have you tied up in the blink of an eye & restrained all in such a way that you wouldn’t be able to move, at his mercy to where he could, & will, do anything to punish a brat like you. He’d have you begging & whimpering wantonly, especially if he had that bratty mouth of yours all busy with a toy or his dick.

If it’s a toy than he can set you up with it in place of a ball gag, or maybe connected to a fuckmachine, leaving him free to edge you for however long youve earned. In, out, but never deep, never hard enough. He would tease you through your punishment & how!!!!!

If it’s his dick, well, his hand would be firmly in your hair, guiding you just so, all alternating between soft pets & firm tugs as he scolded you, asking what you were thinking, tsking you for being so naughty as to ignore him, telling how disappointed he is… But maybe you can fix that by taking what’s due… & if you’re a particularly good girl, well, then Katsuki doesn’t have to know about your behavior that day. It would already be taken care of— if you obey & are punished like the brat you’ve been acting like, that is. (Hitōshi will just save it for another, far more enjoyable day later in the week.Watching his work unfold,having a right to be satisfied after all.)

❤️‍🔥😏❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥😏

Touya and Hawks would be such little shits through their relationship with you. Oh, they can be romantic, and you’d never doubt their love for one another and you, but like Dabi has you tie Hawks up, Hawks also will get back at y’all’s boyfriend with you in the next go around.

Hawks will wait until Dabi gets you just so hot & bothered, panting like a cat in heat with hands scrabbling at the ties that bind them & only allow enough movement for you to be flipped over without injury. Dabi would get you to the point of begging for more, for relief— your clothes singed & torn, scraps now really, & panties just pushed aside instead of taken off, though they’re jus so already absolutely ruined either way. He would’ve used his fingers in long, light pets along your skin, your legs, thighs & firm yet long strokes inside you as he opened you up with a smirk on his face. Smug as fuck.

He’d use his mouth to tease with open kisses along your skin, surging up to devour your mouth when you least expect it and then switching to sucking & nipping at your breasts just as he changes the pattern of the strokes he’s making inside you, smirking all the more pleased with himself at the sounds you make.

& like if that wasn’t enough, he’d of pulled away each time you came close and left you wanting more only to come back to play with a toy or more— toys used in such a way that it oughta be illegal for how it absolutely wrecks you, has you filthily wet & babbling, your face full of tears & a gorgeous sheen of sweat all over.

Yet, he still hasn’t given you what you want. Still hasn’t hit that spot. No, he’s done everything but take you how you need. That’s okay, though, he murmurs into your hair. He’ll fix that right now, since you’ve been such a good girl for your Daddy, letting him get you all ready.

Then, just as he’s about to take you, Hawks will snatch the opportunity away. He’ll have moved just a bit quicker to settle himself inside you, preening line a peacock at his prize as he informs you both of how good you feel to be inside while ignoring Dabi’s words & glare. Dabi whos growling lowly in your ear, sayi g how he’ll take you soon like he promised so you’d better not tire out jus yet. All of those words mixed in with a buncha insults for the birdman.

Because, as I said, they’re both absolute lil shits. But they’ll take care of you between this & the next round, because they do love you, & Dabi is set on getting his turn to be inside you. You’ve got enough energy left for that, right? For your Daddy to finish up with what was stolen from him? You’re a good girl who can still take it, who needs to be filled up all over again.

& when he puts it like that, how can you say no? Your empty pussy wouldn’t let you anyways. All he has to do is slip a finger inside & you’d clench around him in want, need, no matter how spent you’ve been already. He did promise, after all.

❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥🥵❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

…whew!!!!! That took some outta me lmao! Don’t think I took a break since I started writing up my reply! Ngl, I’d pretty it up for ya, but I am in desparate need for some food rn. 😅😝

- Invisible Ribbitch

I didn’t expect to wake up to this type of filth in my inbox, but I fucking LOVE it 😩🥵 you’ve started my day off so right lmao

Being toyed with & fought over like that by such fine men?? A dream 😍

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