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camillahex · 2 years

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something i’ve been turning over in my head lately is that i don’t fully believe john gaius actually gave alecto her name.

i think with the way he only ever refers to her as A.L./Annabel Lee or First, (and now whenever i hear that i can’t help but think of gothicenjoyer‘s, post connecting john gaius’s assertion of the lyctors as children of alecto’s First to a rather disturbing passage in lolita of humbert calling dolores haze his Lolita the First) – which are names that attempt to put alecto in an obviously subjugative position under/in deference him – along with how angry he seems at anyone even mentioning the fact that she has a name that is not annabel lee, john does actually want her name to truly be annabel lee and hates the fact that it is alecto.

in his and harrow’s tea time, he tells harrow annabel lee is not alecto’s real name and says specifically “she had a real name, but I buried it with her.” to me statement has always had an undercurrent of anger to it, and when connected to the idea that alecto’s name was self-chosen, suggests the anger is directed at the name itself and he is trying to erase it to erase who she was/her autonomy/her actions that were not controlled by or in deference to him by burying her real name, and then constructing an image/story of alecto that he can control. he did the same story construction with the ending of the world in nona and wiping everyone’s memories of it, and he seems to have taken and changed the lyctors’ and their cavaliers’ old names and renamed them in his preference (see: U– and T– to ulysses and titania) all to inextricably connect them to him and make them dependent on him

a lot of people have taken the existence of alecto in greek mythology as the fury of anger to mean that john pointedly named her after her anger (or potentially his anger) at the destruction of the earth (or the abandonment of the earth by the trillionaires if it’s actually john’s rage). john has already said that anger was her mortal sin (and we have also seen that it seems to be his as well), but i think that who that anger is directed at and what it is in response to is also very important. we know from the nona’s final chapter and epilogue that alecto thinks of her body as ugly/disgusting/monstorous. this isn’t just because it’s a natural distase for a human body, as she is the embodiment of the earth, because, as nona, she thought harrow body was beautiful and wonderful and liked living in it. but yet alecto’s body, the body that john fashioned to be “perfect” (a literal barbie), is so revolting that in the epilogue from alecto’s point of view, she only ever calls it “the body” not her body.

all of this to say, i think alecto named herself after her own rage at john’s violation of her very existence by killing the earth (her), consuming the earth’s (her) soul, and then forcing the earth’s (her) soul into a “perfect” body constructed literally from his ribs and his subsequent binding of her to him in a position of subjugation that he would then go on to build an entire empire around

(and throughout the entirety of nona, john presented his story as an unavoidable downward spiral where he was always forced by outside actors to keep doubling down on his actions. it’s told with a very “what else could you do” attitude that tries to efface john’s accountability for his actions, and i think if alecto specifically chose her name to represent her own rage at the position and circumstances of her new existence, it would be a direct confrontation for john of his role as the root of her anger, and a constant reminder of the direct responsibility he holds for the real death of the earth, which would also present a threat to the story he created of it that he told to his lyctors)

#you can also add in the fact that alecto can not lie and responding to a name you do not identify with could be considered a kind of lying #and john said that even before she was called alecto he called her First which means that there was probably an amount of time for her to #develop her own identity and name #contrasting this with alecto as nona who knows she most likely has a different name and is a differnt person but 'nona' is the name she #connects with this life she loves living and so it becomes her own name #and then when pyrrha almost calls nona 'alecto' she pegs pyrrha not to because she doesn't want to remember the violation done to her and #her rage at her existence under john #anyways this may be somewhat incomprehensible i am very bad at translating my thoughts from my head to actual words #and i am prone to tangents and rambling to try to make my point as specifically as possible (but then getting lost in all the little details #i'm thinking about)#nona the ninth spoilers #locked tomb #the locked tomb #tlt #nona #alecto #meta #if you see my typos in these tags no you don't #posting #locked tomb meta

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gmun-ooc · 16 days

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I am always worried whenever I send asks that they become an indecipherable word sludge.

#Speak.#Especially with the way G speaks. He is prone to run-ons and that is where the tripping gets up I think.#I have been making typos where I thought I was not so I have not been so careful.#Misunderstandment is always a worry for me. Sometimes a misunderstanding is comedic #but I am always worried things will be taken the wrong way instead of the funny way.

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kaisfruit · 5 months

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Hello love! I love your posts so much and I was wondering if I could request a Cole smut one shot? I mean, I saw your head canons and you said you could go on for longer, girl please do!??

Starved | Cole x Fem!Reader

A/N; I DONT KNOW U TWO, BUT U TWO ANONS MWAH !!! I LOVE U GUYS! i wanted to go so in depth w cole cuz i am unbelievably attrracted to that man i aint afraid to admit it. also, neither of yall specified BUT! im going w fem!reader since u both came from the fem!reader hcs <3

warnings; nsfw under the cut <3, cunnilingus, size kink, pussy drunk cole, unprotected p in v (pls wrap it b4 u tap it yall), probably some typos/grammar mistakes cuz i am way too scared to ask anyone to read this beforehand, and uhh i think that's it!

word count; 4.4k (i may have gotten a bit carried away im sorry yall)

Dinner was a favorite time amongst the ninja. It was time to unwind, to have fun, and enjoy each other's company. You had been chatting idly to Lloyd, who sat to your right, for a majority of the time. He was a bit quieter compared to some of the others (full shade to Jay, Kai, Cole, and Nya) and it seemed as if the mundane practice of just a normal conversation was a great relaxer for the green ninja, so he was definitely one of your preferred dinner companions. That didn’t mean there wasn’t chaos going on around you guys. Jay, who was to your left, seemed to be in a full shouting argument with Kai who sat directly across from the blue ninja. The topic of their angry musings was unknown to you, but Lloyd kept making commentary on it every now and again which you would happily add onto.

Across from you sat Cole, then to his left was Nya, and the head of the table was occupied by Zane while opposite him on the other end sat Pixal. Zane seemed content to exist in the company of all of you, only chiming in when he felt like it was needed, but he and Nya were definitely whispering jokes to each other every now again between bites of their food. Pixal, you noticed, was actually jokingly joining in on Kai and Jay’s argument. She would add in one point that was completely absurd and it would cause the other two to blow up again. That robot could be devious when she really wanted to be.

Then there was Cole. You were surprised that he wasn’t also a part of the argument, but you suppose the topic of…maybe devil worship? You weren’t sure, but still, whatever it was didn’t seem to interest the earth ninja. To be fair, you knew the other was prone to getting entranced into whatever he was eating at the moment and Zane had done wonderfully with tonight’s dinner (as he always did) so it was understandable really.

“And, yeah, I don’t know. I just don’t really understand why I’ve always got to be doing something.” Lloyd finished his story up and you nodded along, having listened intently the entire time.

“I don’t know either man,” you shrugged as you took a sip of your water, “your shit is always getting rocked one way or another.” That caused a slight snort of amusement to exit the green ninja. “I mean, I would’ve already changed my government name and gone into hiding if I were in your shoes.”

Lloyd let out a sigh. “That’s the dream. I don’t know if I could do all of that. Couldn’t leave you guys behind at all. That’d suck big time. Ninjago should just get its shit together so we can have some slice of life anime lives.” You nodded enthusiastically at that idea.

“Ooo yeah. And then we could have like fun drama like…what outfit am I going to wear tomorrow or oh no my hair is so bad!”

“Yes! You’re getting it.” Lloyd grinned. “I think I should get a cat.” His mind wandered constantly, so you were only slightly jarred by the sudden conversation change. “I’ve heard that their purrs do some sort of healing and I could for sure use some of that.”

“I think we’d all like having a cat around.” You added on. “They’re sort of independent, so it would be a good pet for our lifestyle.”

Lloyd was about to respond to you, y’know how conversations work, when all of a sudden Jay slammed his palms onto the table as the “argument” had escalated. It caused the table to shake and before you could stop it your water glass had fallen down and drenched your shirt. You let out a loud gasp which quickly caught the attention of everyone.

“Oh my God, [name], I’m so sorry!” Jay began profusely apologizing, scrambling about the table to find some napkins. Kai was howling with laughter just happy to not be the one who fucked something up. Lloyd was a bit in shock, Zane and Nya had both gotten up to grab some towels from the kitchen with Pixal not far behind, and Cole seemed to be frozen. You were too caught up in the water seeping through your clothes to notice, but the ninja sat opposite you seemed to have his eyes locked onto you, his body tense.

“Jay, it’s fine.” You quickly reassured as you stood up, Cole’s eyes following the movement carefully, “I’ll just go get changed. It’s no big deal.” You tried giving the blue ninja a comforting smile, but you could tell the guilt was already eating him alive and it’d be hard to get him out of that state for a while. You’d try again later, you decided.

Letting those who had left to the kitchen know where you were going, you made your way to your room with your arms held awkwardly in the air so that the weird feeling of the wet fabric wouldn’t be sticking to your skin too bad. Before you could forget, you made a quick stop by the bathroom in order to grab a towel from the cabinet.

Finally having made it to your room, you were quick to tug your shirt off and throw it somewhere on the floor. A sigh of relief left your lips as you began to dry off your top half with the previously acquired towel. With a frown, you removed your bra as well since the water had made it to that garment too and once you were sure your skin felt dry you dropped the towel onto your bed and you made your way to your closet.

You were bent over getting into your dresser looking for a new bra when you heard a knock on the door.

“Who is it?” You called over your shoulder, still digging around in the dresser.

“Uhhh Cole! Is it okay if I come in?”

“I’m sort of changing right now!”

“I won’t look!”

You huffed out a laugh at that. It was sort of indecent to let him in when you were like that, but he did promise not to look. But what if he did? That thought caused your cheeks to heat up a bit. To be completely honest, you were almost entirely head over heels for the earth ninja. The only reason you didn’t choose to spend every dinner chatting to him is because you knew part of you would slip up and embarrass yourself in one way or another. Not to say he didn’t do his fair share of embarrassing himself, but you found that endearing. He’d probably think you were weird and off putting if you were to just slip up randomly.

“Fiiinneeee!” You agreed against your better judgment. “No peeking!”

You could hear a chuckle rumble from the man as the faint sound of the door clicking open hit your ears. Chancing a glance behind you, you smiled fondly at the sight of Cole with his hands over his eyes as he shut the door behind him. He stood completely still after that too scared to make his way to a place to sit with him completely blind like that.

“Soooo, what’s up?” You finally asked, trying to not get irritated at the fact that you couldn’t seem to find another bra in your dresser.

“I just wanted to check in on you.” Cole answered, his voice strained. “I’ll gladly beat Jay up for you. Swear.” That had you giggling.

“You’d beat Jay up over anything.” You rolled your eyes. “You’re just looking for an excuse to.”

“Nuh uh.”

“You can take a seat, y’know.” You changed the topic, about damn near close to giving up and just going braless (you wouldn’t actually. It sounded comfortable, but you didn’t want to expose yourself like that.)

Cole cleared his throat slightly. “No way! I’d totally bump into like a shelf or something!! All of your shit would be broken and then I’d have to beat myself up after beating up Jay!”

Another laugh escaped you at that. Was all of it made funnier by the fact that it was Cole? Maybe. Afterwards, you went silent as your mind began racing. This could be your chance? Would he think it’s weird?

“Hey, I,” you bit your lip in a pause, “I don’t mind if you open your eyes…” You finally spoke, getting ready to just laugh it off like it was just a joke. What a prankster you are!

Cole seemed to go oddly silent after you said that and you were sweating bullets. The tension that filled the room was suffocating. Quickly, you snapped up with your back still to Cole. That action was followed by the sound of footsteps almost as if the other ninja had begun walking closer.

You were about ready to apologize profusely when Cole’s low voice broke the silence, “can I ask you something, [name]?”

“Anything…” You murmured, still facing the other way.

“Can I…” There was a pause, an eerily similar pause to the one you had earlier. He was hesitant as he seemed to be fighting some inner battle.

Without thinking, you quickly turned around not caring about your current topless situation and you pulled Cole down in order to plant a fierce kiss to his lips. You were about to apologize for your impulsivity and how you should’ve asked first and not assumed, but Cole’s hands came to rest on your waist and he let out a low groan as he melted into the kiss.

You weren’t small by any means, but it was making your knees weak at the feeling of his hands just absolutely dwarfing your waist. Those hands pulled you closer to where your chest was pressed against him and the feeling of the bulge in his pants against your hips caused you to gasp which he took advantage of and slipped his tongue into your mouth. You let out a small whine at the action, but quickly reciprocated even if you let him have control of the kiss.

Eventually, the need for air arose and you reluctantly parted with him, a string of saliva connecting the two of you. His eyes searched yours, as if something in your gaze held the answer to every question he had ever asked, as his hands slowly wandered to the area beneath your ass. After a bit of panting between the two of you, the kiss quickly resumed and he lifted you up easily causing your stomach to do flips. You wrapped both of your legs around his back and took appreciation in the new angle as it was much easier than having him lean down as much as he was.

The kiss broke as his lips began trailing downward. A shiver ran down your spine at the sensation of his lips on your neck and your breath hitched as he lightly nipped and sucked at the skin there.

“You’re gorgeous…” He breathed against your neck.

Between your harsh intakes of breath, you eventually got out, “Cole, I need you.” Which caused another low groan to escape him.

“You don’t know how many times I’ve thought about hearing that come from your lips.” Cole had begun walking over to your bed and gently sat you down atop it as he crawled on top of you. He had barely even done anything, but you already felt like your brain was turning into mush. The sight of his body hovering over yours is something you’ve only ever dreamed about and you subconsciously rubbed your thighs together. That movement caught his attention, but he had to pace himself. Make sure everything was alright with you. You were operating at hyperspeed, however, and began reaching to the hem of his shirt. That didn’t go unnoticed by him either and he was quick to yank the material up and over his head. He flung the shirt onto the floor of your room as you laid there, stunned, at the sight of his body.

Cole was, well you knew he was big, but he was beefy. Clearly, he was muscular, but he had some chubbiness going for him as well and, God, you don’t know if you’ve ever needed anyone more. He was perfect. You started to sit up so that you could absolutely just feel him up, but he didn’t let you get up. Instead, he ran his hands down your stomach towards your shorts. You looked at him confused and he just leaned in close, his breath fanning across your ear.

“I want to make this about you.” His hands had successfully unbuttoned and zipped down your shorts. “Call me selfish, but I need to make you feel good. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t treat you like the finest piece of cake in the damn bakery?” To many, that’d be a cause for laughter, but knowing Cole, that meant everything. He slowly pulled away from your ear and you couldn’t help but look at him with the purest look of adoration after that. Even in a situation as intimate as this, he still managed to get the butterflies in your stomach to go haywire.

Cole slowly slid your shorts down your legs and off of your body. They probably ended up somewhere near where his shirt did. His eyes were transfixed at the wet spot that had formed on your underwear and he found himself subconsciously licking his lips. You, on the other hand, were staring at him with anticipation wondering what his next move would be. Gingerly, his hands came to rest on your waist and you shivered. His thumbs hooked into the last garment you had on, but he paused to look up at you. His eyes were searching yours once more.

“Is this okay?” He finally asked, his voice soft. Your enthusiastic nod put him into action and he quickly slid your panties off of your legs.

Cole could’ve sworn he was fucking salivating at the sight of your core fully exposed to him. He placed his hands underneath your knees and used that position to spread your legs open for ease of access. Knowing he still had his pants on, you were curious to what his current plan was until your eyes widened as you watched his head lower to rest between your thighs. Your face was flushed red and you could feel yourself trembling slightly. What he was about to do was just so…intimate? It felt more like a once the relationship has officially started activity, but it seems he wasn’t even kidding when he said he’d treat you like cake. Was he trying to ruin you for anyone else? (As if you’d want anyone else.)

The breath was knocked out of you as he took one small lick of you. You could’ve sworn you heard a noise escape him as well, but you weren’t given time to even think as he instantly dove back in. He had started eating you out like a man starved. His tongue moved along your pussy masterfully, making careful movements along your clit which caused punctuated whines to escape your mouth. You couldn’t help but reach a hand down to rest on the back of his head which he seemed to enjoy. Cole then made his tongue flatten out in order to lap up as much of your juices as possible. As if this wasn’t enough to get his fill, his tongue finally plunged into your hole and a gasp left your lips that slowly morphed into a low moan. This man was eating you up and you’re pretty sure your mind was completely gone by this point. What was your name? Who cares? Cole was giving you pleasure you had never experienced before and that’s literally all that mattered at this point. If your head wasn’t so far up in the clouds, you probably would’ve noticed that Cole was grinding up against the bed as he ate you out.

Your grip tightened in Cole’s hair and a moan left his lips which seemed to vibrate along your cunt.

“C-Cole–” His name was but a mere whimper along your lips and it only encouraged him to move his mouth against you faster. You felt the knot in your stomach twist up as your peak approached. You were practically grinding up against his tongue which Cole enjoyed immensely. He could not get enough and it rewarded him as you practically exploded all over his tongue. He was licking up as much of your climax as he could as you were still shaking in post-orgasmic bliss. Your vision felt blurry at the continued stimulation that carried you down from your high and you were faintly aware of the moans and whimpers making their way out of your throat.

Honestly, you had expected him to stop, but even one orgasm wasn’t enough to satisfy him. Cole was still lost in the taste of your pussy. You felt a bit of pain flare up at the overstimulation and you were trying to gently pull at his hair.

“Cole,” you whimpered, “h…hurts.” That fell on deaf ears as he just continued on. You thought he hadn’t heard you, but a shit eating look was sent your way and you knew he was trying to work you up.

“Just one more.” He growled along your folds as he moved up to suck on your clit which caused a jolt to travel through your body. It seems as if he had enough of your trembles as his arms came up to rest on your thighs. The position still keeping your legs spread, but his strength kept your lower half still as he continued his ‘feast’. Your moans and whines had definitely picked up in pace at this moment as the pain began to border on pleasure.

Your second orgasm came much faster.

He licked it up just as enthusiastically as he did the first time. You think he probably would’ve tried to keep going for a third time if you didn’t forcefully pull him up this time. There was a sheen of your slick that shined around Cole’s mouth and you looked away slightly in embarrassment. Cole, meanwhile, was licking around his mouth trying to get whatever he had missed.

Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you attempted to catch your breath after all of that. The shifting of Cole’s body was what finally caught your attention. The ninja was moving himself from above your body to your side and it looked as if he was moving to lay down next to you. All signs of lethargy left your body as you quickly sat up and rested a hand on his chest. Cole stared at you with a tilt of his head, the confusion bubbling within him evident.

“What about you?” You asked, still breathing a bit heavy.

“What about me?” Cole replied a bit dumbly.

“You know…” You muttered, a tad bit embarrassed, but you rested a hand over his painfully hard bulge in his pants. The feeling caused him to shiver and he looked down, realization dawning on him.

“Oh, it’s okay.” He said, picking your hand up and removing it from his crotch. “I said I just wanted to take care of you, right?”

“Yeah you did,” you started, “but I said I need you, didn’t I?” Cole nodded slowly, but a small frown was still on his face.

“Aren’t you tired?”

A sigh left your mouth. “A little, BUT.” You emphasized, noticing how he had opened his mouth to speak after you said that. “God damnit Cole. No way am I going to finally get you into my bed just to have you not dick me down. I don’t care how sensitive I am, I need you to fuck me.” You could barely believe what you had just said, but it got the job done. Albeit a bit slowly.

“...Are you sure? I don’t wanna hurt you…”

“I have never been more fucking sure in my life.”

Seeing as he wasn’t moving, you lunged over to him to begin slipping his basketball shorts down. Noticing your haste, Cole finally started taking initiative. If it’s what you wanted then he just had to give it. With a better method, Cole slipped off his shorts and boxers off together in one swift motion. And, boy, did he not disappoint. EVERY part of him was big, you had just found out. Saliva pooled up in your mouth at the sight of his cock as you couldn’t take your size off of it. If you weren’t so needy, you probably would’ve taken him into your mouth right then and there, but Cole already had a hand on your shoulder forcing you to lay back down as he positioned himself right above you again.

Your pussy was definitely still slick from the mix of your own arousal and Cole’s saliva and he ran a finger between your folds before shoving it into you. His tongue hadn’t been as thick as his finger, but it still wasn’t much to adjust to. The second finger proved to be more filling and your breath was once again escaping in huffs.

It took a bit until Cole had either thought you ready or just gotten impatient, but he pulled his fingers out of you and lined his dick up with your entrance. A pause. You were about ready to complain until the breath was taken swiftly from your lungs as he slowly pushed in. As he slid in further and further, the more your breaths turned into short moans. It felt as if he filled absolutely every part of you and it was addicting. The stretch hurt, but it was so deliciously overpowered by the pleasure of him finally being inside you. Though, Cole still didn’t even attempt to move until you gave him the go ahead.

From there, he started at a slow but deep pace. It was a sensual experience. Above you, Cole was letting out little huffs and groans at the feeling of your walls around his member. He could explode right then and there if he wanted to. But, he continued at this pace of almost completely removing himself from your hole before pushing balls deep back in. It was excruciating.

“F..fa…faster.” You panted at him. And who would he be if he denied you this request?

The sound of skin slapping skin echoed around the room as Cole slowly began picking up the pace. His hips were pistoning in and out of you at a rapid pace, and you think you finally understood the phrasing of “being fucked stupid.”

Every push in had you moaning loudly. It was either moans or a broken moan of Cole’s name which made him go in a bit harder every time you did that. His head hung low until it was resting in the crook of your neck. The groans and low moans that were leaving the man only turned you on more and you about screamed his name when he bit into your neck. There were no thoughts of anyone here at the monastery hearing you two, as far as you cared, you and Cole were the only people in Ninjago at this point. All of your senses seemed to be completely filled by the man anyways.

The feeling of his licking, sucking, and biting along your neck combined with his rough abuse of your pussy brought you close to your third climax of the night which might be a record for you.

“C-Cole, I’m-I’m close.” You whined, your voice barely audible over the sound of him fucking you.

“God, me too.” He moaned against your neck. Cole was determined to not let go until you had, so he reached a hand down to start playing with your clit as he continued fucking into you. That absolutely sent you over the edge and you screamed as you came all over Cole’s cock. He continued thrusting into you throughout your orgasm which only made it feel that much better. His hips began stuttering in their movements and he was quick to pull himself out of the vice grip your pussy had on him. Cole wrapped a hand around his cock and jerked himself off the rest of the way until his cum started landing on your stomach. He let out tiny grunts as he fucked into his hand a bit before letting go.

You made sure he was looking at you when you scooped up some of his release and licked it off your fingers. He really had to save that image for the next time he masterbated.

Before he even allowed himself to lay down next to you, Cole carefully got up and reached for the towel you had used earlier to dry yourself off and used it to wipe his release off of your stomach, a small ‘sorry’ leaving his mouth as he did so. He was cute.

Finally, his body dropped harshly at your side and you giggled tiredly at him. Cole rolled over to look at you and you held your arms open, a silent question for him to come cuddle you.

His strong arms wrapped around your body and you rested your head on his chest, listening to his calming heartbeat. Cole found where your covers started and threw them over the both of you which only made you snuggle in even closer to him.

You two sat there in silence for so long, just catching your breaths, that you nearly fell asleep.

“Hey, [name].” You startled at the sound of his voice. A non-committal ‘hm?’ is what you hummed in response and he just rested his nose on the top of your head in your hair. “Do you want to go on a date with me?”

A content sigh left your lips and you sleepily looked up, causing him to remove his head from its place. “Of course, Cole.” One of your hands slipped out from under the covers and cradled one of his cheeks. You leaned up and placed a gentle kiss on the other cheek.

“Now, let’s get some sleep. We can talk about the details later.” You said through a yawn and he just smiled at you fondly. You both returned to your previous positions and slowly drifted off, and for once, neither of you felt fear or dread for what was to come in the future.

#ninjago #ninjago x reader #ninjago fanfiction #cole x reader #cole brookstone #cole brookstone x reader

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n3ptoonz · 1 month

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Could you please write the reader waking up from a wet dream with Smoke? reader mumbles his name during it so it isn't that hard to tell what's happening and helps when you wake up after maybe... 😵‍💫 established relationship. I LOVE your stuff so much by the way every time you post it's Christmas for me.

christmas 😭😭😭 i love that analogy TYSM anon��️💚

now...this is what i'm talkin about 😈😈 let's get it DONEE

'Love On The Brain'

Pairing: Royal Guard!Smoke/Reader

Fandom: Mortal Kombat 1 (2023)

Warnings/tags: Smut, Explicit, service top!smoke, switch! smoke, gn reader, reader is a switch, wet dream, established/secret relationship, creampie, m!nipple play, cowgirl, prone, missionary, handjob, sphinx likes when men beg, somnophilia, reader is like the heir in a primarily female tribe (very outworld-esque)(idk i just wanted to sound cool), barely proofread apologies for typos

Word count: 1.9k

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To be the heir in a tribe that was ran by mostly powerful women, it was naturally a blessing to be in your position. Because here, gender didn't matter. First born = next in line for leading. Period.

However, your mother was no stranger to keeping men in their place. Most of the guards that did nothing but protect and serve were in fact men, especially ones that were chosen from clans with high status.

Your quarters, like your other siblings, were a bit far from the main part of the land, but that meant you had your own guard all to yourself--like everyone else. One man that was capable of just about anything, if not everything.

His name was foreign; that of a whole different region outside of your knowledge. What was it again? Ah, it was-

"Tomas-!" you choked out a whine as your eyes shut tightly. Tomas held one of your hands while the other was gripping your other hip, watching the stomach bulge appear with stars in his eyes as he had no shame going at a relentless pace.

This was the third time you came in one round. Whatever he was doing, he was doing it right. Who knows how long you've been going at it by now? Honestly, who cares. To basically have the shape of him molded inside you, time was the least of your concerns.

You were signaling that you were about to cum again by the slight grip you had on his hand while the other flew over your mouth. He suddenly stopped his movements and leaned forward to kiss the back of that same hand.

"I want to hear you. Can you do that for me?" he whispered. He said your name over and over in a sweet, gentle manner, as if he was trying to get your attention. What was once a hazy and muffled voice was becoming clearer every time he said your name. And as you opened your eyes-

You shot up in your bed and panted, shielding your eyes from the sun rays that assaulted your vision. Your breath stilled you turned to look to your side; Tomas was standing at the foot of your bed in position but a concerned look on his face--he was typically bad at hiding his emotions, it's an ongoing joke between you two.

"I heard you calling my name, are you alright?" he asked, a faint tint of blush betraying him. You were about to get up off the bed when you felt a sort of...sticky substance in your underwear. You froze in your spot before sheepishly looking up at him.

"I am, thank you...Could you, um..." you trailed off.

With these three words he has heard before, he's assuming you're about to ask him to leave so you can have your privacy. Being in a secret relationship with your own guard wasn't exactly all fun and games, he still took his job very seriously, but boy did he enjoy the thrill alone.

He had already made a move to leave the room when you hopped out of bed, remembering that feeling between your thighs as soon as you took a step. If there wasn't a bloom of even more concern on his face before, it's there now. He takes one look at how you were standing, and one look at your bed. Upon seeing a bit of a stain where you were just laying, he was no fool. He knew it exactly what that meant. From you repeatedly whispering his name in your sleep, to the slight jolts every few seconds...

"Did you...uh-"

"Tomas," you said as now stood in front of him with no intention to break eye contact. You looped your index finger around a piece of his armored chest plate and pulled him in for a short, but meaningful kiss. Eventually going back in for even shorter seconds and thirds. You felt like a starved bear woken up from hibernation, and you needed your fill.

"You are going to fuck me. And you will do it how I tell you to. Is that understood?" you whispered. The color red almost completely took over his entire face upon seeing this newly discovered hunger in your eyes, but he was more than happy to oblige by your commands. He did serve you, after all. Why not put it to good use?

The only sounds that could be heard was the bed shaking, skin slapping together, and your cries muffled by your pillow. The swiftness in which Tomas put you in the prone position and pinned you down with his body, he didn't even really need to use his hands for anything besides holding himself up.

"Look at you loosening up for me. Is this how the heir behaves?" he taunted. You gave him free rein to speak how ever he pleased. Your nails drug against the sheets and you panted as the room grew hotter and your skin felt prickly from the cold sweat.

The pure bliss of his long, thick dick dragging in and out of you and the contrast to what was once cold metal armor to his sweaty, warm muscular chest atop your back made you see stars. This was a thousand times better than your dream, honestly.

"Nothing to say?" he asked, slowly yet agonizingly pushing himself into you and bringing his movements to a halt. He was holding your hips down at the same time until a good amount of his weight engulfed you. The angle he was laying at had him brushing right against your g spot, but not enough to get you to cum in an instant.

"Tomas--!" you cried out, squirming and groaning underneath him. You couldn't see it, but Tomas himself had to pause before responding because he was getting overwhelmed. You felt so good around him, he almost moaned your name back.

"You feel...so fucking good wrapped around me..." he whispered. He didn't expect himself to say it out loud, but the cat's out the bag! He slowly shakily pulled out and flipped you onto your back, the sight of your slick mixed with his pre-cum leaking out of you made him dizzy.

Your face was flushed, eyes glossy, and chest heaving; he looked the same. Without second thought you pulled him close for a deep and passionate kiss, reaching your other hand between your legs to grab and pump him. He nearly got choked up mid-kiss. You smiled and chuckled against him as you could feel his hands grabbing for the sheets next to your head. His body was trembling with love and lust.

You continued to stroke him and made sure it was known he wasn't allowed to be inside you again...yet. And this? This...newfound dynamic of power, he loves it. He instinctively started thrusting his hips into your palm and wishing it was you.

He broke the kiss and started nipping at your neck, his shallow breaths and breathy whimpers all too familiar right in your ear. He knew it wouldn't be possible to mark you up the way he wants to, but that didn't really matter. Only he gets to be this close to you and he relished in that alone.

His breaths picking up meant he was close, but you weren't having that. Him coming before you? Especially if you haven't yet? Madness. Though, you knew he wasn't about that either.

You quickly angled him in front of your hole and pulled away right as he thrusted forward. The both of you groaned in pleasure at the sudden contract on both ends and a cold shiver washed over your bodies.

He couldn't help but cum instantly, but he was no punk. He just kept going at the same time you were being filled to the brim. The room couldn't be louder with his determined grunting and the sound of squelching coming from between your legs.

You came shortly after and dragged your nails down his biceps since he had you caged in. He had your back arched, seeing stars, and out of breath.

There must've been something about this morning air because neither of you felt like this was over. Or maybe you didn't want it to be...

You smiled as he rested his forehead against yours, giving him a quick kiss on the nose before pushing him off of you and crawling on top of him. You watched his gray eyes practically twinkle at the sight of you--spent but willing. But also the rays from the sun shining through your window.

One of your hands carefully wrapped around his neck while the other simply put his length back inside. Being on top of him now, you could feel his quick breaths and the slight bucking of his hips.

"No touching while I ride you. Understand?" you said, tone just above a whisper when you leaned in closer to him. He gulped and shyly nodded. He was determined to try his best not to, because he knew you'd be even more willing to punish him for it.

There was no more starting slow. You both wanted and needed to chase this high as fast as possible especially under these circumstances. You took turns having control, and you were going to make the most of it. You were already pumped full of his seed so who needs slow and sensual now?

Your body was kicked into overdrive as you took all of him again. You tried to keep a not so expressive attitude, but damn that was growing harder by the second. No pun intended.

Since there was a free hand that wasn't on his neck, you decided to try something new. You gently rubbed his nipple to see if he'd have a reaction. And boy DID he have a reaction.

"Fuck-" he cursed multiple times. His face contorting and hips bucking harder was all you needed to see. "Ah, don't stop, please." he whispered.

He had to keep balling his hands into fists so he wouldn't just grab your hips and fuck you til you cried again. "By the gods, I'm so close. Don't stop-" his own words interrupted by a combination of a gasp and a moan. You've never seen this side of him before. Even if you did have sex the amount of times that could be counted on one hand, you didn't expect he'd act like this. Of course, he's a sensitive and sentimental guy at heart even if he doesn't show it much outside of being alone with you.

Good thing you were also about to blow too. Would you believe me if I told you he was about to cry? Well, you should. Because he's doing so right now.

"Can I- Agh- Can I please touch you? I can't go on like this-" he begged. You denied him just to watch him cry some more. And as the tears poured from his eyes, you both came together. He wasn't sad or upset. Quite the opposite actually. Little did you know it was so fucking hot to him that you wouldn't give him what he wants right after he just had you pinned to the mattress and filled with his cum.

After you calmed yourselves down, cleaned up, and changed the sheets, you convinced him to take a bath with you and cuddled close to him. You didn't want him to go back to his post yet. It had been some time since either of you had gotten the time to yourselves to do something like this, clearly. You innocently sat in his lap while you two cleaned each other off--including the dried tears under his eyes.

And then you woke up.

Kidding! After your nice, hot bath, you pulled him close as you plopped down onto the fresh sheets just to hold him for longer...Thank the gods today was your off day.

a/n: HI...! XDXDXD COLLEGE WAS WHOOPING MY ASS, my bad y'all! i hope yall fw this bc deadass this person asked for this in fuckin january, i feel like a shitty author rn😭😭but we got it done 🙏🏾 idk when imma be able to focus on tumblr fics again, but hopefully it won't take as long like this did!

#n3ptoonz #mortal kombat #mk1 #mortal kombat 1 #tomas vrbada #smut #mk smut #smoke x reader #tomas vrbada smoke #smoke mk #mk smoke #mortal kombat smut #mk1 tomas vrbada #tomas vrbada x reader #tomas mk1

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☆Hi☆

I'm Elliot, the depressed teen behind this blog :3 I'm transmasc and use he/they prns, please respect that

I AM ALSO A MINOR, IF UR A P0RN/K1NK BLOG UR GONNA BE BLOCKED

(It also takes me a hella long time to respond to dms I'm sorrrry😭😭😭)

My old blogs both got t worded (rip oscillating-fan-whore and oscillating-fan-whore2) (next time I'll be oscillating-fan-whore4!!)

This is a triggering blog, BLOCK DONT REPORT. Reporting makes my mental health worse and doesn't do jack shit, you can't report everyone, we always come back

(Note: nsfw adjacent posts are mentioned below cut, if you are an adult on this blog please read that section <3)

ed sh blog but also I post vents and abt my life outside ed and sh too :D

(More under cut)

Anyways now that we've hopefully weeded everyone who doesn't like it out, hi guys ^^

☆I've had my ed since July of last year (23) but sh since 5th grade

☆I have (somewhat?) Diagnosed depression and anxiety and very possible autism (AKA I've been told by many people that I'm autistic, have like every trait, scored high on every pre screening test, but my mom refuses to believe it whenever someone tells her [which has happened multiple times but yk] ANYWAY-)

☆tics (probably tourettes but never dx)

☆no one irl knows

☆prone to typos

☆EMOTICON USER :3 :D ^^ :) :]

☆active red bracelet wearer

☆American :( [help us]

☆nebularomantic and sexual but no idea abt who I'm attracted to 💀 just attracted to my partner (? It's complicated) so somewhere around androsexual

☆suuuuuper Hannibal (nbc) fixated rn so like of you see a reference in my blog don't be surprised

☆sweetsp0>>>>meansp0 (unless it's good)

☆Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal NY is THE ED song trust

☆I'll make a tag list for recipes, lemme know if you want in :D

☆I won't send bcs coaches fuck off

☆open to an4 buddies tho :3

☆ngl a lot of posts about the state of my stomach (she hasn't been okay in years <3)

☆asks are welcome and encouraged (just don't be a bitch)

☆DMs are open but so is my right to block <3<3

☆I do occasionally post something NSFW adjacent abt my experiences in life (becuz I'm a horny teen with a partner get it together people) please keep in mind that I am still a MINOR and all of those posts have an 18+ DNI. 18+ are welcome to interact with every other post, but it's weird and uncomfortable on those kinds of posts. Me posting NSFW adjacent stuff is NOT an excuse to sexually harass me, especially if you are an adult.

[Stats]

Height: 5'5"

SW: >175 lbs

HW: >175 lbs

LW: 128 lbs (probs less let's be honest)

CW: 134 lbs (kill me)

UGW: 90 lbs (40 kg)

Bodyfat Percentage: 23.4% (fitness)

BMI: 22.3 (Healthy)

[Current goals]

☆<115 lbs by the 25th of April (Musical trip <3)

☆UGW by summer (obvi)

☆^ if not, then ugw by the time the county fair rolls around

☆111 lbs by May (officially underweight for my BMI [18])

[I AM SILLY!!!!!!!!!!!]

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gin-juice-tonic · 1 year

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why am i so prone to typos

#ive been bad at spelling since kindergarten #one of my earliest memories is we had a spelling test where we had to spell 'liking'#and i kept crying bc i couldnt remember if it was 'licking' or 'liking'#because 'liking' doesnt look like a word

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thydungeongal · 5 months

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Mutants in the Making

Part #5: Let's Mutate!

Previously on Mutants in the Making:

Step #1: Getting Together

Step #2: Cursing Your Dice

Step #3: You're Good At...

Step #4: Your Origin Story

Our character currently looks like this:

Current Takebacks: 4/6

Current GOO-P: 76

Cognition 16, Determination 16, Affinity 14, Perception 16, Strength 13, Prowess 12, Endurance 21, Speed 13.

I'm actually going to break up this post into two! It's about time I had lunch, and as much as I am enjoying this I need to make sure I don't get famished. I'll follow up with the second part of mutating our character once I've had a bite to eat. :)

Before we start mutating our lil farm-living mutant groundhog, we want to take into consideration one of the options we have in play: Wild Mutations. Wild Mutations are an alternate set of mutations from Mutants in the Next that add a lot more unpredictability into the mix. They are arranged by type, so you will still mostly get stuff within approximately the same animal kingdom, but with a small chance of getting stuff from other kingdoms (feathers on a mammal, horns on a bird, etc.). Since they are in play we got an extra Takeback at the start, so of course we're going to take some Wild Mutations!

Wild Mutations cost a flat number of GOO-P that you spend before you roll! You can have a maximum of two Wild Mutations: either two minor ones, or one major and one minor. You could also elect to take just one minor or one major, but where's the fun in that? We'll be buying one minor and one major Wild Mutation, which the book tells us will cost us 16 GOO-P.

Current GOO-P: 60

So, rolling on Mammal Minor Mutations first, we get 45: Domesticated (Reroll: Beast of Burden, Cat Fancy, Good Dog): Adapt to human needs.

The name of the mutation is Domesticated. The stuff in parentheses means that if our species had any of the traits listed, either as options or by default, we would reroll this Mutation. Let's check ahead to see what it does:

What this means is: we get either Cat Fancy, Good Dog, or Rideable for free. We can replace one of our species' enhancable traits with one of the ones given (but only mental ones can be replaced with mental ones and physical with physical). We add the additional extra traits into our list of choices when mutating.

Domesticated: You represent what your species would be if bred to be a companion animal for humanity.

Bonus Minor Traits: One of the following: Cat Fancy, Good Dog, or Rideable*

Enhance: Cognition, Affinity, Endurance, Speed

Enhance: If a saurian, avian, or mammal, add Fluffy as an extra minor trait. Otherwise, add Languid.

Extra Minor Traits: Beast of Burden, Communal, Flamboyant, Livestock Guardian (herder), Pack Hunter

Banned Major Traits: Aggressive, Toxic, Venom

Banned Minor Traits: Apex Predator

I don't want my groundhog to be rideable, so I'll quickly check what Cat Fancy and Good Dog do.

Good Dog (5 GOO-P): Most humans will do their best to avoid harming you if you have not injured or threatened them, and they gain +D to attack you while you have not targeted them or their allies with a maneuver. Gain +A on any roll to try and deescalate a situation.

Cat Fancy (5 GOO-P): When you make a dramatic roll for

social interaction to get something you want from a human, gain +A and skip one step.

(+D and +A are the game's shorthand for Disadvantage and Advantage, which works almost exactly like in D&D 5e barring d% rolls! I really like it as shorthand!)

I prefer Good Dog, because of its wider applicability. Also, groundhogs are definitely more doglike than catlike to me on a purely vibes-based level I can't explain.

Now let's roll for our Major Mutation: a roll of 17 actually directs us to roll on the table for General Major Mutations, so let's roll again! A roll of 67 gets us Solid: Abnormally compact, dense, and muscular.

Thick Hide is actually probably a typo: it should be Tough Hide. Stable gives opponents +D when trying to inflict prone on us, while Tough Hide gives us SHT (Superficial Harm Threshold) equal to our Endurance! Which is very good. Our character is shaping up to be a tough little cookie. As a groundhog we already have Endurance as our lone physical trait that can be enhanced and I don't want to change it out for Strength. We'll keep that as is, but make a note of our new Extra Major and Minor Traits.

Bonus Major Traits: Stable, Thick Hide

Unique Traits: Your weight is 100% higher than it normally would be for your size rating. Add +2 to your size rating when comparing it with other characters for purposes of various effects. This bonus does not increase any of your traits (like size damage or SHT).

Enhance: Strength, Endurance

Extra Major Traits: Toxin Resistance (2 GOO-P)

Extra Minor Traits: Crushing Grip, Crushing Jaw, Languid, Load Bearer, Standing Posture

Banned Major Traits: Adhesive, Arboreal, Cling, Flight, Swift

Banned Minor Traits: Compress, Flexible, Float, Snow Shoes

Before we start evolving our character any further, let's take a look at them, keeping in mind that they're still a pretty normal, albeit extremely docile and muscular, groundhog.

Current Takebacks: 4/6

Current GOO-P: 60

Cognition 16, Determination 16, Affinity 14, Perception 16, Strength 13, Prowess 12, Endurance 21, Speed 13.

Size Rating: 6

Basic Traits: Rodentia, Herbivore

Minor Traits: Good Dog

Major Traits: Stable, Thick Hide

#mutants in the making

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danpuff-ao3 · 4 months

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✄ what’s your editing process? also ▵ pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite line for Devotion!!! also ✦ what was your easiest fic to write & your hardest? <3

Squashy! Thanks for the asks!

✄ what’s your editing process?

Hmmm. Avoidance. Then crying. 😂 Oh and complaining. I hate editing. I loathe it. I do some editing as I go. If I'm stuck I sorta stare at what I have and poke a bit. Once a draft is done I give it at least a once over. Start to finish, catching typos, and if anything feels iffy I'll pause and prod a bit.

Aside from catching typos, I'm prone to deleting things. I'm generally happy with the shape of my work, since I spend so much time crafting it while getting it down at the start. Occasionally things need to be shifted or reworded, which I really hate.

My OCD tends to spiral, so it's safest for me to create distance and not let myself spend too much time on it. If I worry too much about perfection, but work would never be shared at all. It's hard for me to strike balance, so I do what I can.

▵ pick a fic and I’ll tell you my favorite line for: Devotion!!!

Omg noooooo. 😭 I'm proud of so much with that fic. But there are bits of it I shared early on in the process that I forever am pulled back to.

He is the blazing sun. The harsh light beneath which nothing can hide, and nothing survives.

✦ what was your easiest fic to write & your hardest? <3

Ooooh lordy. Let's see.

For easiest, my first thought was Lover Boy at Play. I basically wrote it in a day and it was one of the most self-indulgent fics I've written; however I do remember a few failed attempts at writing the fic before. Before I realized what the original idea was missing (Parseltongue kink!!) Once I got the new version started it flowed right out of me!

But with that...maybe the real answer is Cruel Summer, as angsty and problematic as it is. I wrote, edited, and posted it in a day and while the idea had been with me for a while, that really was my first attempt at writing it.

For hardest, I'll also give 2.

Collateral Damage was one of my first fest fics, written for Ron-Draco Fest. I was 10k into the first version when I had to scrap it and start all over. I fought every step of the way on that fic, but it came out so dang good, if I do say so myself.

But the worst time was Contempt. I cried over that fic. I was pulling out hair. I was devastated, because I loved it so much but had so little faith in it. I really gave that fic my all. I've never worked so hard on anything in my life. And I loved it so, so much. I've never worked harder on a project, given a project so much of myself, or been prouder of any given work. The writing and editing of that fic was pure misery.

But that fic is my heart and soul and everyone who has read it and loved it, I love you so much, thank you for reading it and loving it with me 🥺 I genuinely have endless feelings about that fic and I forever need to scream about it.

fic ask game!

#asked & answered

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obstinatecondolement · 5 months

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Having kind of a post-NaNoWriMo dip in mood re: the fic groove I have been in tbh. (mental illness and insecurity bullshit, mensturation mention cw)

I do still feel Very Strongly about the ideas I have and I do want to write them/continue working on them in the case of the two WIPs I started this week, but without the external structure of the event it's harder to thinking about sustaining that, especially given that I was making so many glaring mistakes that I feel looked very amateurish (I know it's an amateur hobby, but whatever, I expect very ridiculously high standards of myself in almost everything that I would never hold anyone else to and it's always crushing when I inevitably fail to meet them, lol).

The things I was getting wrong were mostly basic spelling errors, using the wrong word in common phrases that turned things into the uncanny valley of that phrase that didn't not make sense but weren't how anyone would say that particular thing naturally, accidentally flipping word order (or not rephrasing the rest of a sentence properly after copying and pasting things around, etc.), and just, like ... random gibberish typos that only became obvious to me after I posted, despite trying really hard to self edit myself carefully.

It's very difficult for me to have the focus to be able to do that sort of detail oriented task when things are in fast-brain mode. And, like, attention to detail is something I am typically very good at, so it's deeply embarrassing to me, especially in a new fandom where I'm creating a first impression.

And like, more generally I also feel like the shine has kind of gone off me and, I know that this is just my literal mental illness distorting my perception of Everything, but it feels like the fandom is already kind of over me because I'm too much. This is all very much a me problem and I don't think it's true or that anyone has treated me badly or done anything that would reasonably create this impression to a person who was not Going Through It (hence the read-more and, like, also: if you are a recent Ghosts follower you have done nothing wrong and have been nothing but nice to me and I don't want you to reassure me*, I'm just insane and I need to get a grip/have serious mental health issues and need to be better at distress tolerance and not being so insecure in how I'm perceived and prone to assuming that people are sick of me.

But, anyway, I think that part of this is just like... also pretty normal? Hypomanic episodes can last up to months, but usually they do fizzle out much sooner than that for most people most of the time, so I think that I just have kind of run out of steam and now I'm going low again having been pretty high for a sustained two-ish weeks and the very obvious external end of the line signal given by NaNo ending has kind of naturally triggered that downturn.

And I am like, speaking pretty approximately here? I think I probably have mixed episodes more than pure hypomanic episodes, for the most part? But, yeah, I don't know. I think the rollercoaster is coming out of a corkscrew and it's just going down now. Which, you know, does suck but it also won't last forever, so that is some comfort. I also still think I might be premenstrual, which does fuck with my head a lot, so, y'know. TL;DR, I'll be fine, but I am having a hard time. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

*Like, genuinely, please don't. This is a Me problem and I think it would be bad both for me and for my relationships with others if I were to make the people around me feel that they had to constantly protect my feelings by showering me with attention and reassurance, or whatever. And also, like, I'd feel Very Bad if I thought other people felt guilted into doing that because I made a vent post about my irrational feelings that I know full well on an intellectual level are not reflecting an objective reality, because other people do not deserve to feel personally responsible for the bullshit my brain pulls on me.

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the-illiterate-pirate · 1 year

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This was been in my drafts for MONTHS. Literally. You can tell how old it is by the first paragraph. Anyway! Hope you like it :) Here's Jobin porn

Hard Lovin' Man

Contrary to the title this is pretty fluffy. Notes include: NSFW, fem!reader soft sex mmm my favorite not betaread sorry for typos and yeah that's about it

Jobin was prone to staying up late in his beetle room. At this point you've gotten use to falling asleep most nights without him, cold and yearning for his warm body to lul you to sleep. Not to say that you hated him for spending so much time in that claustrophobic room, every good relationship needed space from time to time right?... But maybe he could've spent his time in there earlier in the afternoon.

It was nearing winter, it was cold and you were shaking and barely able to drift to sleep. You teetered on unconsciousness and reality for a while by yourself until the creak of the door to your room fell on your ear. Your heart couldn't help but skip a beat at the sound. That meant Jobin was here, maybe about to get ready for bed? Would you finally be able fall back into the arms of your lover once again?

He called your name softly, you twisted around just enough to show you were awake and said his name back. "Jobin? Are you coming to bed?"

You could just make out his face from the halo of light behind him. He had a tired smirk on his lips, his eyelids dropping heavily over his crystal blue eyes, "Yeah... Decided I spent long enough in my room, I wanted to join you in here." A smile found its way on to your face just before you twisted back into your original sleep position.

"Took you long enough." You snickered under your breath, snuggling deeper into the pillow cuddled between your arms. Jobin found his way underneath the blankets, wearing nothing but his boxers like he usually would. His hands found their way to your hips and without a moments hesitation they pulled your back into his chest with nothing but a squeak coming from your mouth. A jolt of heat found its way into your body, his hands warmed your chilled bones while his lips peppered kisses into your collarbone. Like getting a heated blanket thrown over you, Jobin melted into you, keeping the cold away. "Oh, you poor thing." He crooned in your ear, feeling the cold skin with his pretty lips. "You're freezing. Have I been leaving you in here all by yourself like this?"

"You have been." You confirmed while snuggling into his chest. "Really, shame on you, Jobin. Leaving me here to waste away, alone. No one to cuddle."

"Aw, you poor thing." The way he said it sent a shiver down your spine. One of those warm hands of his traveled down to your thighs, softly conducting heat between them in more then one way. He continued to kiss you, murmuring in your ear how terrible he felt. You stayed silent in his arms, quietly soaking in his praise and warmth, thinking Yes. Feel bad for me.

"How could I ever make it up to you?"

BINGO.

Finally, you allowed him to see your face, turning around to get an eye full of his bare chest and the pretty scars running down his face and his wet, plump lips, sore from all the secret hickeys he was hiding on your neck. You gave him a cheeky grin, and Jobin suddenly felt like he was in terrible trouble. "I do have an idea," You whispered into his lips, pulling him into a languid kiss, feeling his hot tongue push against yours once you were able to open his mouth. Your body pressed into his, hands running across his lithe muscles and the hair on the back of his neck. He followed with you, gently pressing you back down into the covers and getting on top of you, an elbow above your head to keep him from falling and the other rubbing your waist from underneath your shirt. Between hot kisses Jobin whispered this into your mouth, "Why don't I show you how sorry I really am?"

A new thrill went down your spine. You nodded your head unable to hide your glee. He continued to kiss you harshly, lips never leaving yours as his hands pulled down the sleep wear on your lower half, panties included. Jobin felt you shiver in his arms once your wet heat was touched by the cold night and he held you tighter. His fingers moved down to play with your core, spreading your slick everywhere and fucking you with his fingers to help you accommodate for his impressive length. He swallowed your moans without complaint, and only pulled away once he was sure you were ready for more.

He bulled down his striped briefs and revealed his gorgeous cock, he pumped it into his wet fist, giving you quite the show from underneath him. You moaned in appreciation at the sight of him, watching him with drooping eyes and a hand pulling off your shirt.

"You tired sweetie?" He asked after getting back on top of you, bare chest pressing into your breasts.

"Mm, just a lil'." You sigh, breathing in his smell and burrowing into his neck. "Still wanna do it."

"Just lay back, I'll take care of you." His kissed the crown of your head while he softly entered you. You stayed wrapped around him, hands playing with his hair, legs crossed behind his back to keep Jobin close. You both moaned in each other's mouths, feeling every crevice of each other's bodies. Jobin's cock wasn't allowed to leave you while he slowly humped against your core.

"Fuck." He sighed. "So good. So good for me." He left sloppy kisses anywhere his lips could reach. "Such a pretty wife I have... So perfect."

"J-Jobin–!" You cry into your pillow once his cock head rammed against something inside you to make you see stars. You caught the evil grin on his lips once he heard you moan.

Jobin's hands moved lower from your rear to your thighs. "I'm going to go faster. Is that okay?"

"Please, Jobin." He kissed away the light tears dusting your eye, hushing away your quiet whines. Your legs were untangled from his back and pushed against your chest. You missed his warmth, but he assured you he would make it up to you.

In the new position Jobin got to piston his dick quicker inside you. Without his lips you were forced to cover your mouth with your own hands, as not to wake up anyone in the house.

His new pace became unbearable on your insides. The new position let his cock ram deeper inside of you, leaving you gasping for air and cumming hard on his length. The sudden constructing of you walls around his dick made Jobin freeze. He moaned and cuddled closer to you, appreciating the feeling of being inside you.

"Cumming so soon?" He laughed in your ear and lightly pulled away to see your eyes. You lightly hit him on the chest, embarrassed and looking away. He just laughed a little more and took your hand to kiss it. "I'm almost done... Afterwards we can cuddle, sound good?"

It did sound good. Cuddling with your husband was always the best.

He picked up his pace again. He was unforgiving, not gentle at all. The force of every thrust sent a shockwave back into your body, making your eyes roll shut. He breathed heavy in your ear, every breath hitching with every thrust inside of you. It didn't take too much longer until you get Jobin cum inside of you, filling you up with thick ropes of his spend.

He liked to collapse on top of you, nuzzling his heavy head into the crook your your shoulder, occasionally leaving soft kisses on your sticky skin. It gave you the opportunity to hold him close, run your hands through his hair and up his back, feeling every inch of his warm skin. He was like a nice, warm, weighted blanket, only for you.

He hummed into your neck lightly, lifting up his head a little to lazily kiss your lips. "So good... Such a good girl for me." The little praise made you feel airy and bubbly while he attacked you with more kisses, and of course you kissed him back with just as much fervence.

"Wanna go clean up?"

"No, let's stay like this. We can clean up tomorrow morning." He nodded along, collapsing back on top of you.

"Wanna shower before breakfast?"

"Together?"

You felt Jobin smile childishly into your neck. "Sounds like a plan."

#hehe #jojo no kimyou na bouken #jjba #jojolion #jobin higashikata #jobin higashikata x reader #jjba x reader #steamy writing

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OOooooo! Can you elaborate on Zorran's and Zip's autism? Zip I feel like he would be on the spectrum but I'm not a doctor so I wouldn't know what to give him. But Zorran? I'm really interested to hear about your interpretation. Your art is gorgeous by the way, keep up the amazing work!

TW // Masking, religious trauma, just talk of trauma in general, talk of autism (that can be a trigger, putting just in case),

NOTE: This is all coming from an autistic person myself, so I am familiar with most symptoms than some. I'm also no doctor as well, so please take this with a grain of salt. I'm also sorry if this sounds messy and has tons of typos, I just woke up from a nasty dream, but it's okay.

All of these are headcanon and bound to change, but it was still fun writing nonetheless. I love overanalyzing characters.

Canonically, he's shows to not understand things from first level perspective, and even if given further detail he still doesn't understand. You need to be precise and explain yourself more when giving him instruction or talking with him because he's bound to misinterpret.

Zip is the easiest so I'll start with him:

Zip has also been shown to misuse terms. Devious is the one, and he loves it. Even after knowing the definition and the purpose of the word, he still uses it from time to time. It's sort of his love language or go-to word when things get hard to explain, so if he calls you devious, it's sort of an award for you because he likes you.

Zip has also been shown to misinterpret tone, and use the inappropriate mindset in certain situations. One situation that was definitely imminent was between the talk with Zorran, Zak, and Zip and Captain Zero. "What kind of idiots do I have working for me?" This mother fucker literally replies with confidence, "Really devious! >:D"

Like with the first point, you need to be precise with him, and state your intentions so confusion doesn't set.

Zip doesn't mask, nor does he know how to. Because of that, he's the one that stands out more. He's tried to but doesn't know where to start. He never gotten the support autistic people need due to religious trauma. He was really prone to autistic meltdowns because of this lack of support. Luckily, as an adult, he's learned how to control them more. Whenever he feels overwhelmed, he was a tangle named Rapunzel.

Out of all the Z-Stacks, even Ten Cents, Zug understands Zip's autism the most. He knows what to do when Zip got overstimulated or overwhelmed, and he knows what to do when Zip was super confused to the point he started heavily stimming. Zug can just instantly tell, and he just doesn't know if it's the paranoia speaking or if he genuinely has a keen eye for people's behaviors.

Even though it sounds so dumb, Zip has a special interest for astronomy. He'd ramble on and on about the stars, and the types of stars there are. He'd tell you about everything in the universe. Zip might have another special interest in Vikings and sailboats. If he ever visited, he'd listen for hours to Captain Star about the sailboats and the Vikings, gaining knowledge and he'd ramble to either Zug or Ten Cents.

He might even vibe with Zebedee with the topic. He rambles to him, and the Harbor tug replies with a historical fact about them and Zip just goes "woowwwww. :0"

(Zebedee is a history buff in my eyes.)

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Zip does daydream a lot, hencing one of his face sheets. He daydreams about a lot of things. Like how the day would go, a ton of scripted events flowing through his head, and maybe even some things he enjoyed. It stunts him a lot during work, but it helps him get through the day.

Zip definitely doesn't know how to properly express his emotions. This is called alexithymia, where you cannot identify or express your emotions properly unlike someone who can. It leads to a lot of discomfort and confusion. Zip definitely has that discomfort and confusion part. Self-projecting a little bit, whenever he feels something he cannot identify, there's a heaviness in his chest, and it feels like waking in cheese and jelly (imagine how thick it'd be).

As someone who does have alexithymia, it is absolutely abysmal, and I envy those who can identify what their emotions are or what they're feeling.

Now onto Zorran:

Zorran is more complex with his disorder. I'll go into the canonical things I noticed from him.

Canonically, he can get really upset if his plans never follow through. I think this is apparent in Sunshine whenever he tried to connect the dots on how he was seen. It doesn't help that Captain Zero said not to argue with him, and just accept that he was seen.

I also wanna add onto the fact that autistic people have a hard time noticing their surroundings, and thinking about the true consequences of actions thanks to scripted events. It hurts like an ant, but it happens, no matter how hard to try to be mindful.

Zorran is also oddly ... smart. He has a good sense of direction on his plans, and interprets things differently. It's shown nearly ... well, everywhere. I think as an escapism and a special interest Zorran would plan random scenarios in his head. This special interest would sometimes flow into things that don't need planning.

The wonderful @brownsugar-chan also said that Zorran's special interest would be chess. I can agree! I think that might even feed into his special interest of planning. If chess is one of his special interests and combined with planning, he'd definitely win a lot of chess championships in school.

Zorran definitely has tone problems; whenever he talks, he sounds very aggressive and upset. He also has a confident tone in his voice, maybe even sometimes during times where he shouldn't be. I like to think that if he was talking with you in general, and you never knew that most of the time he spoke with this influx, you'd probably think he would be arguing with you, even though it isn't his intent.

He also tends to have a weird infliction in his voice if you listen carefully. No I'm not talking about his accent, it's just how sometimes he delivers his lines. It could be considered as weird or uncalled for. As someone who has that weird infliction in their voice, it sucks, and sometimes outsiders will think you are weird or too aggressive. I bet Zorran could agree.

Zorran does seem to have a weird way of experiencing and showcasing empathy. Another common thing of alexithymia is when someone cannot express empathy properly, and when they try to, they seem heartless or apathetic. We see this in Munitions, especially during the Puffa scene, and when Ten Cents went for the barge before it blew up.

Other common side affects of this can be confusion and discomfort, but also anger and outbursts. Definitely Zorran has the aggressive side of things. While he might not mean harm, he does seem apathetic from an outsider's perspective.

Onto more headcanon things, Zorran does mask, a lot. He's pretty good at it. It does have his toll on him, however, and he feels ashamed of it. When alone where he can unmask, he has massive stim attacks. Do you know that weird feeling in your arms if you don't stim for a while. Imagine that, but you have to ignore that for a while, like a whole day. I think people who mask understand that a lot, and I feel so sorry for those people.

Zorran is definitely undiagnosed, or at least late diagnosed. Before being diagnosed, he felt so ashamed of his symptoms thanks to his mother and being a gifted kid. He learned how to mask over the years, but it was hard at first.

Nobody knows about his symptoms, not even his two bestest friends in the entire universe, Zebedee and Zak. This was during the time he didn't know that those two were also neurodivergent (Zebedee has PTSD, Zak has depression on the aggressive side). Whenever they do find out, it was during one of his stim attacks, and ya know, those two supported him and helped him through it.

Zorran does daydream a lot. Not as much as Zip, but still daydreams. You can tell if he seemingly just stares into space, at nothing if he is in daydream mode. He daydreams about the plans in his head, like stated before, and scripted events.

The only stim he's watered himself down to is to bounce his leg, and that's about it. However, he does have a pocket knife, and he twirls it around his fingers, sort of like a stim so yeah.

Zorran and Zip definitely had some heart to heart moments. Taly did propose that Zip gave Zorran his tangle, and Zorran fell in love with it before breaking it. Zip had to explain to him that he can put it back together, and Zorran was like "...Oh."

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I think that about wraps up this post. Thank you to anyone who read it. It took me so long to write it. If y'all have anymore questions let me know. :)

#this is tugs #bigg city port #tugs zip #tugs zorran #tugs au #tugs human au #both can be considered here

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