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kori-xo · 1 day

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REVERSED ROLES

What if…? You were Spider-Woman, not Miguel.

Summary: Miguel finds out you're Spider-Woman. (it's a drabble, so it's fr not that long)

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Miscalculating your silent entrance, your foot catches on the edge of the windowsill, causing you to stumble until you land inside with a thud.

Jumping up quickly, your eyes flicker around the room, before relaxing as it comes to you.

Miguel is working late. No one else is here but you.

Keeping this whole superhero identity thing from him was no easy task, that's for sure. I mean, how would you explain to your boyfriend that you had a bleeding gash going down your shoulder when you were supposed to be out visiting your Aunt May?

Putting that thought on the backburner, because that gash really does hurt. A lot.

Groaning, you begin to rid yourself of the upper half of your suit, pulling your arms out of the sleeves and lazily shoving it down until it was bunched up just above your chest.

You grab your phone, and the first aid kit from the closet, and make your way over to the connecting bathroom, flicking on the light switch.

Your eyes narrow as they adjust to the sudden bright lights, a sigh pushing past your lips as you toss the first aid onto the bathroom sink before pulling up the latches, searching for the needed tools to patch up this wound.

It's solved like clockwork, and within a matter of minutes, you manage to stop all the bleeding until there's just a large, angry red sign of your late night escapades.

For the record, superheroes should definitely be entitled to financial compensation for this sort of thing.

You decide to warm up a washcloth, to press to and soothe the ache before applying any sort of bandaging. When you wring it out, you ball it up accordingly and press it to your shoulder, holding it there as you sit on the lid of the toilet, your head leaning against the wall.

The moment you relaxed, you felt your eyes get heavy as they started to fall, hearing and senses slowly fading in and out as sleep tried to welcome you into its clutches.

And of course, who were you to fight it?

Every once in a while, you felt a little tingle in the back of your brain, like the alert of your spider-sense, but you brushed it aside both times, assuring your instincts that you were home and safe where you were.

And then, all of a sudden, there's a clatter to the floor.

The sound makes your eyes fly open, and as you glance over to the doorway of the bathroom, whole heartedly expecting to see someone who had broken into your house, nothing could have prepared you for who it really was.

Your boyfriend, Miguel, standing there with eyes wide and jaw fallen in shock.

The clatter was his work tablet, your brain analyzed after a moment, but in your half-sleep state, you were too busy wondering why he looked so surprised to see you sitting on the toilet in the bathroom.

And then it hit you.

You were still in your suit.

Your brain immediately goes into panic mode as your eyes now take the same expression of his, trying to figure out what to say.

Sure, the suit was bunched up at the top, but the rest of it was on full display, from the engraved webbing down to the symbol on your chest, there was no mistaking this, no matter how much lying you'd attempt on him.

Pressing your lips together in an awkward smile/grimace, you break the silence between the two of you by uttering a handful of words.

“...I can explain.”

#yn #random drabbles #miguel x reader #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #but you're spider-woman #need to sleep

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lale-txt · 9 months

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Good luck with your challenge, I stopped commenting because I never got a reply back which sucksss 😭🥱

in all honesty, writers don't owe you a reply.

and i get where you're coming from; it is nice to get a reply to a comment you left! but expecting one back feels a bit entitled, doesn't it? you already got a fic FOR FREE. you leave a comment to thank them for this gift. and then you expect them to thank you in return?

i don't mean to sound ungrateful because i can promise you, it's not like us writers are getting swamped with comments LOL. i have many writer friends and no matter for how many years we've all been actively writing, a single comment will still make our day. no matter how small that comment is! just a simple "hey, i loved reading this" or "it's 4am and i'm reading this instead of sleeping" or a silly keysmash shows us that someone out there really enjoyed what we wrote.

idk but hearing you say you stopped commenting simply because you never get a reply back left a really bitter taste in my mouth. maybe the person behind the fic is out of spoons, maybe they simply forgot to reply, maybe they're keeping your comment in their inbox and stare at it lovingly because it gives them fuel for the entire week. the reasons for it are endless. not getting a reply to your comment doesn't mean the writer is ungrateful. it's just a really shitty thing of you to say.

i'm gonna keep commenting on my fav fics because it makes me happy that i get to show my gratitude. it's a little kindness that doesn't hurt anyone and honestly the energy you spent on sending this ask could have been used to do the very same, but oh well.

#you don't come into my house and complain like that without having me reach for my sandal LOL #i could have blocked and deleted this but honestly i feel like quite a lot of people think this way and it bothers me #A LOT #and i'm getting so tired of repeating the same things over and over again #everyone and their mom is having a menty b when AO3 is down but no one bothers to leave a little loving comment #i'm not even actively sharing my writing on Tumblr atm and the like-reblog ratio has me laughing out loud #it's really a mess and we all sound like broken records at this point it feels #so excuse my little rant there but i'm tired #lale.ask

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pixlokita · 11 months

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Hiya! Found you on Twitter recently and I just wanted to say something.

I think you’re a cool person! When I was first getting into fandoms in general and aus your detective Conan wing au was one of my firsts, long before I even made an account here lol. You were also the person to introduce me to wing aus in general and I am now a sucker for them (and now I can draw wings real good hehe), it’s nice to see you still around and popping up in new fandoms we share an interest in! (like security breach and welcome home)

Holy HECK your wings are so shape and fluffy :0 that’s beautiful ;w; I love how you drew my boy so so much 🥺 💖💖💖 and gosh TTwTT that’s making me feel all sorts of emotional, I’m really happy and honored to hear it tbh. I’m glad I can make my love for drawing wings contagious they are just so good( ཀ͝ ∧ ཀ͝ )

Thank you so much for this beautiful arts and your words they really do mean a lot thank you 💖✨💖✨💖

#pix answers #dcmk #cherub Conan #my baby….#i was not normal about wings back then I’m not normal about wings rn and I’m glad I’m spreading the insanity of it to others #humans SHOULD have evolved with little wings at least #welp #-crying-#no it’s just you don’t understand this really really does mean a lot to me #have a beautiful rest of your night or day 💖 thank you #there should be more ways of saying thank you I sound like a broken record

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theshadowrealmitself · 1 year

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One of my really self indulgent au’s is Tobirama, Hashirama, and Madara coming back to life while team 7 are still tiny genin, except Tsunade has become hokage without Sasuke running off

The three of them come to the conclusion that Naruto is Hashirama’s great great great grandchild (“brother, he has the same chakra as you” “where did you get that necklace?” “Granny Tsunade”) and Hashirama is so excited that Sasuke and Naruto are friendly rivals, and Sasuke won’t let his teammates reveal anything to them because he doesn’t trust these 3 suspicious adults so no one tells Hashirama that Naruto’s not actually Tsunade’s grandkid

#I know I sound like a broken record #but it’s just so cute to me #Tsunade doesn’t want to hear anything about continuing the Senju line so she’s just like:#yup that’s my grandkid don’t ask what happened to his grandpa #madara and tobirama have no idea how to feel about all this #it’s really hard for them to not notice that Sasuke looks like Izuna when he was a kid #Sasuke trusts NONE of them #Naruto immediately trusts them #Sakura also feels like trusting them but is wary because Sasuke’s being wary #kakashi isn’t there because he got kidnapped and they were arguing on what to do next when the 3 founders just showed up #there’s a lot going on at the moment #Naruto #naruto uzumaki #uchiha sasuke #madara uchiha #sakura haruno #hashirama senju #tobirama senju

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tianhai03 · 2 years

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guys look.... C colored the bunny dante doodle i did awhile ago,,,,,,,,

#ough... look at him...................................#i know i drew the line art for this but like...... C's coloring makes it so <333 #i genuinely do like how you shade things a lot...... tysm for all these coloring stuff youve been doing #i know i sound like a broken record at this point but every one of your submissions make me very happy sobs #hope youre doing okay C!#fan's colorings #devil may cry #dante(dmc)#also sorry everyone that i havent been posting much lately aside from these #im not even busy or anything i just havent really finished any drawings lately lol...#please enjoy these cool coloring stuff my followers have been doing in the meantime <33 appreciate their talents or i'll cry #allyart

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onward--upward · 4 months

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Hnhgfhngg Alex Manes time travel/body swap??? Fuck yeah, gimme pls???

hiiiiii beloved!! i was hoping someone would ask me about this one, i’m very fond of it!!

essentially alex from 2008-ish?? like just before the flashbacks era?? he wakes up in modern-day post-canon where he’s married to michael guerin and he is very confused!! (presumably 2023-alex wakes up in the past as well, but i haven’t written that part yet lol)

here is a snippet!!

Alex has been staring, open-mouthed, for way too long, judging by the growing groove between Not-Guerin’s eyebrows. “Alex, honey,” he says, voice unbearably soft, still sleep-rough. “Are you okay?”

Maybe Alex is having a very plot-heavy sex dream? Is that what this is?

“I’m fine,” Alex says on auto-pilot. And then: “I’m sorry, I have no idea what’s happening. Where am I?”

Guerin’s expression shifts rapidly from concern into downright alarm. “Uh, our bedroom?”

“What?” Alex says weakly. Our?

#it was very hard to choose a snippet i have lots of good ones!!!#i sound like a broken record but i WILL finish this one soon i actually really like it #ask games #q answers

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oveliagirlhaditright · 8 months

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What’re your favorite kh ships?

If I'm being honest... I really only true ship SoKai these days (my forever OTP). Mainly because I feel like that's the only one I can really ever see actually being canon (well, aside from Yozora and Nameless Star, and I also ship them: a lot of that for Versus XIII reasons. My heart won't let go). And, I mean, not that a ship needs to be canon for me to ship them. Not at all. But I'll admit that I've grown out of some of the KH ships a wee bit, as I've found more adult ones in other fandoms to get invested one.

That being said, the KH ships that I do still care about are:

SoKai

RokuShi

Namiku

RokuNami

Terqua (though it seem these days the kids call it Terrqua. Or Terraqua?)

Gulava

Skulmera

Playerlitzia

YozoraNameless Star

Xehaqus

AkuSai

SoRiKai

RiKai

Roxiri (though not in canon. More in fanon. More for crack, kind of, actually. And friendship first and foremost)

I'm warming up to Replinami some these days, because of the tragedy of it all.

I've also started to warm up to Rion a wee bit... that past Shanna thought she'd never see.

SoNami in CoM only.

I could do XionRoxasNaminé. NamiXI, too.

VenAqua slightly, but I'd always choose Terra and Aqua over it (but one thing about the Wayfinder Trio for me, if I'm being truthful, is that I prefer the three of them as friends before any romance with any of them. Part of me even really thinks all three of them are truly just meant to be friends.)

A lot of people ship Ven and Strelitzia for some reason. And I doubt it'll ever happen, tbh. Who knows if they'll ever even really get a chance to meet and be friends. But I do get why they think it'd be cute.

And while I don't know if I truly ship them anymore, a part of me will always have a soft spot for Ventus and Naminé. Because for some reason, I really used to ship this crack pairing, back in the day.

I also don't really know if I ship them... but despite what I said above, I do get the feeling that Nomura might be doing something with Lauriam/Marluxia and Elrena/Larxene.

#i used to LOVE vanaqua and vannami. and some of my heart probably always will for that reason (mainly the former). but for the most part i #think i'm over it #i also used to ship ephemer and ava a tiny bit. but i'd pick gulava any day #i also used to get into olette pairings. but tbh. i just can't really be bothered anymore #i also used to somewhat ship ira and invi because of that comment in back cover about them having to see each other less now so the others #wouldn't get the wrong idea (because taken out of context it sounds like they're dating). or aced and invi because they reminded me (and #everyone) of terra and aqua. but i was never really serious about those to begin with and have let them go. -shrugs-#really. at the end of the day. it's sokai. forever and always: sokai #asked and answered #and really the main ones for me are sokai rokushi namiku rokunami and terqua #but mostly sokai -i say. sounding like a broken record-#and while we're mentioning everything (because somehow that's what this post turned into) i used to be big on larxel (like khii days)#but not for many--MANY--years #wait. i do like gulava a lot too. and rikai. because riku and kairi--in whatever form they're in--don't get enough love #there's also a tiny bit of me that ot3s eraqusxehanortvor. xehaqus is the otp and they're perfect together: i know and agree with this #and yet they have an interesting dynamic with vor. i feel like before dark road started they were the SLIGHTEST bit of a trio. not truly #because xehanort and eraqus still spent way more time together but it was there a little bit #and it's interesting to me that eraqus. of all people. gets annoyed at vor snooping on them some at the beginning of dark road #before the game came out if you told me something like that would have happened i would have guessed it was xehanort. but nah. it's eraqus #and xehanort moreso telling him to chill and letting vor tag along (and the eraqus thing wasn't really serious. and more in good fun #because he DOES care about her). and then they're both DEVASTATED when she dies. and vor really cared about them #also a slight ot3 with xehanorteraqusurd because despite what i just said about vor it's URD they spend the most time with in dark road and #i like their dynamic with her too. -shrugs-#vanikai a smidge back in the day

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cynical-cemeteries · 11 months

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as much as i really do love this game,, i've BARELY been active with actually playing it for the past few months......i think my interest in consistently playing has Really been waning for some time now

it sucks to even say that because it's been such a big hyperfixation of mine in the prime of me getting into it (between like 2021-2022 at most),, but now i don't feel that passion for it as much anymore

i think the Ungodly amount of gacha heroes they've been introducing has almost burnt me out Completely......like there's so much to keep up with and what feels like very little time to prepare for the heroes i've been wanting

not only that. but nightmare mode is such a pain in the ass to play through?? i haven't even started the second stage in nibelon woodlands 😭😭

i think the only thing that would probably bring back my interest in playing would be whenever my fav WoT heroes become recruitable and we get the final book for the story available. other than that CG really has a lot of work to do with fixing the shit they started with the gacha system being in full swing

#lord of heroes #loh #my biggest issues are with the gacha. as always #which i know a lot of you feel the same way towards #i'm SO TIRED of complaining about the lack of linsktones we get because i sound like broken record.#how many more times do fans need to complain about the way the gacha is handled for them to do something???#and i don't have enough disinterest in the game to outright quit and delete it. i feel like there's SOME potential. not a lot though #there really is not much for me to talk about with the game atm (it's been like this for months)

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victorianpining · 1 year

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do you think you'll make an analysis video talking about inside man similar to how you dissected sherlock? 👀

That's gonna be a no from me friend, especially considering the copyright nightmare the Dracula video been.

#asks #so sorry to disappoint #really there are only so many times i can say 'either theyre writing a lot of nonsense or there's something deeper going on here'#'and the something deeper involves a whole lot of guilt for some reason' without sounding like a broken record

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perenlop · 1 year

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WWWWWW right off the bat this is really good tbh

#i sound like a broken record but god making clemont/a late gym leader a companion was SUCH a good idea #i think they handled it really well here like clemont leaves to prepare bc he knows ash as a person really well by now #and theres a lot of buildup and comparisons to when they first met and the animation goes so hard even tho its just bunnelby and pikachu rn?#its REALLY good and we arent even into a 1/4 of the episode yet #echoed voice #pokeani lb

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tempestclerics · 1 year

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#sola said #thinking about a conversation w someone lately of like. 'wild how when you call for help sometimes people will answer. / wild how when you #don't call for help no one does'#and like we were laughing about it but #idk something about the fact that. was talking to a friend and she said like. hey it seems like you've been doing okay/better this quarter.#versus me expressing that i feel like i sound like a broken record of 'hey sorry i'm having a bad week/my brain is full of bees this week'#versus me talking to my parents yday and realizing that they also have such an inaccurate picture of how i'm doing #idk just. i feel like the last couple weeks have been an absolute roller coaster of. some of the happiest/most comfortable i've been in a #while but also. some of the worst times i've had just in terms of being in my own head #and kind of also realizing like. how much of this is actually legible to other people? unsettling that like. my friends (who i see and talk #to like every day) think i'm doing a lot better than i feel vs. my family (who i only talk to rarely and not for very long) thinks i'm #having a really bad time #idk it's a mortifying ordeal of being (un)known thing maybe #why do i feel lonely!! i'm talking to pretty much every friend i have more than i ever have!! why is my brain bad!!#delete later

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nagititiis · 2 years

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everything about how you write inspires me because you have such a beautiful way of stringing words together through metaphors so strong and consistent it paints a picture and sets a tone for any reply you ever do. you look so in-depth into interactions whether its your characterization of harus personality, background, or added culture you enlighten the reader with. the replies come so natural and the dialogue doesn't seem forced either. you just craft a specific atmosphere to all your works and its very enriching to be a part of it xoxo

HRNFHDJFFFFFJOSUUUUGGHHHAOIFORHFJGKCKGKBAAAAAAAA

WAUGH

#💌#((SO WHAT IF I START BAWLING. WHAT IF I BURST INTO TEARS))#((THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOUUUU))#((I DON'T WANNA SOUND LIKE A BROKEN RECORD BUT IT REALLY MEANS SO MUCH HEARING I'M DOING HIM JUSTICE))#((Its so easy for me to feel discouraged here and on my other blogs bc I'm always wondering if I'm doing right by them))#((which probably sounds weird because. theyre fictional people but i have clear images of them in mind that i wanna make sure i'm portraying #((with haru especially its a weird space between having a lot of freedom with him bc he's such a minor character but also keeping him #grounded and accurate to what we were shown of him whilst expanding on what we were given))#((and then i get in over my head sometimes with wondering if im doing enough with balancing description and dialogue))#((especially surrounded by such strong writers here))#((but agahahgfj i'll always be emotional that you like what i do here..thank you so much 💞))

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sednas · 4 months

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─ BIRTHDAY GIRL

gojo, geto, nanami, toji x fem!reader (separately)

trigger warning: overstimulation, dirty talk (geto), use of handcuffs (nanami), public s!x, degradation (toji)

༘♡ 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

you wake up by the feeling of a soft tongue running against the skin of your inner thigh. opening your eyes slowly, the first thing you see is gojo's face, squishing his cheek against your thigh, lazy blue eyes watching you with a glint of adoration.

"morning beautiful." he whispers just before placing a kiss over your clothed pussy.

"w-what time is it?" you ask weakly, your legs already slightly trembling.

"who cares? today's your birthday, we can do whatever you want, we got all day..."

you watch him slowly raise his eyes at you again, smirking mischievously and you can feel his hot breath against you.

"so..." he begins to talk while running his fingertips along the curve of your hips. "what do you want, mmh?"

he's really asking that when his lips are a few centimeters away from your pussy.

"your mouth, I want your mouth..." you whisper to him and he smirks again.

"where? here?" he teases, taking your hand to kiss the back of it. "be more specific baby or else I can't give it to you..." he laughs at your disappointed face and whines a little as you gently tug at his white hair to bring him closer to where you need him most.

"hereeee satoru, need you here." you almost groan in frustration, lifting your hips in the air in a needy way.

"oh here?~" he murmurs just before kissing your hidden pussy, this time using his tongue to wet the soft fabric of your panties.

you feel the tip of his tongue circles around your clit and it makes you shiver, your eyes are already rolling back even though he barely touched you.

gojo loves to tease you, sometimes he makes you beg just for a kiss, but today's your birthday, so he will be nice, at least at first.

bonus:

he brings you gifts in the morning. a lot of gifts. even more than usual. clothes, jewelry, perfumes, flowers, books, nintendo switch, pokemon cards, anything you want, he got it.

༘♡ 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

you know your boyfriend has a thing for edging you. he likes to deny you for hours and hours, makes you cry and beg in frustration until you sound like a broken record, saying "please" over and over again... he just loves it when you're so horny and sensitive that he could make you cum just by blowing air on your pussy. but on special occasions, he likes to do the opposite, it's his way of spoiling you on your special day. he's so nice isn't he?

"su-suguru wait! you're... you're being mean!" you cry out, your trembling body trapped against his chest.

"I don't think your pussy agrees with you sweetheart, look how she's spasming when I remove my hand, she wants more..." he mocks with a wicked grin.

your skin burns with embarrassment at his words, talking about your genitals as if they were a real person. you'd be jealous if you weren't so overstimulated right now.

slowly, he puts two of his fingers inside you again and you moan at how full you feel just with his fingers alone.

he brings his mouth closer to your ear and you get goosebumps through your whole body, his lips almost touching your skin.

"come on lovely, give me one more I know you can." he whispers as he licks your earlobe.

"too much... can't..."

you squirm between his arms, your left hand desperately holding onto his forearm as his muscles flex while he pumps his fingers in and out of your pussy, his thumb toying with your clit. he clicks his tongue in disapproval and lifts your chin up so he can look at your face.

"you can still talk now can't you? mmh... looks like you're still using that brain of yours, let's fix that sweetheart."

while fingering you, he slides the thumb of his other hand in your mouth and you start sucking on it without even thinking, half lidded eyes trying to focus, your vision blurry as you can feel your sixth orgasm of the night coming. he smiles, flicking your clit a bit more harshly.

"cum sweet girl, you deserve to feel really good on your birthday."

bonus:

he takes you to your favorite restaurant <3 and he's smart enough to fuck you AFTER your date unlike toji 💀

༘♡ 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

"what is it? already giving up?" he asks and he smiles when you shake your head. "that's my girl."

nanami knows how to listen, it's one of the main reasons why you fell in love with him. he listens and remembers everything you tell him. so of course he remembered when you confessed that some day you'd like to be tied up to his bed during sex. and tonight, for your birthday, he has decided to indulge that fantasy of yours. at first he thought it was a bit silly, the smile on your face when he handcuffed you to the headboard of the bed made him laugh a little. it's only when he finds himself kneeling between your legs, facing you, watching your eyes darken with lust and the way you're already tugging at your restraints that he realizes his position. he has you under him, completely helpless, at the mercy of his teasing touch and his insatiable mouth as you impatiently wait for him and he suddenly feels like the luckiest man in the world. he caresses your thighs lovingly and starts to kiss your stomach, making his way up to your chest to bury his face in your sweet tits, licking and giving gentle bites to your soft skin. you whimper and squirm, quickly realizing how frustrating your little fantasy is going to be and he seems to notice.

he keeps kissing your body until his lips meet your own, taking your breath away with a sloppy kiss and you gasp in his mouth when you feel his knee against your pussy.

"work for it baby, show me how much you want me." he orders, his voice soft but firm and you can only obey.

swaying your hips, you start grinding against his knee, softly moaning, looking away with embarrassment when you see him looking down at you, hypnotized by the way you're moving your body.

"you're doing such a good job baby, keep going, wanna know how desperate you can get for me."

bonus:

nanami never takes breaks from work, except for your birthday. he takes you on a weekend where you both can relax and have some sweet sweet sex in a jacuzzi 🤤

༘♡ 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈

you thought he was being weird as soon as you showed up in the outfit you had carefully chosen for your date at your favorite restaurant. he just looked at you from head to toe and nodded. he didn't even squeeze your ass when you walked past him and you ridiculously felt a bit sad about it. you should have known better, really.

now he's grabbing your hips with his big hands and forcing your body down onto his throbbing cock in the driver's seat, in the middle of the restaurant parking lot.

"m'sorry baby, I just can't resist you, you look so fucking good in that outfit." he moans in your ear and you have to bite his shoulder to keep from screaming.

he lowers one of his hands to grab your ass and he starts thrusting inside you, his cock rubbing all the right spots, making your thighs tremble and your eyes water.

you feel his other hand threading through your hair, forcing you to look down where both of your bodies are connected.

"look at the mess you've made honey, it's all over me. does getting fucked in a car turn you on that much?" he asks and he smiles when he feels you trying to meet the cruel thrusts of his hips while looking away from the view of your pussy soaking his cock.

you whimper when he pulls at your hair, forcing your head down once again.

"answer me. does my little slut like to get off to the thought of getting caught while I'm fucking her pretty pussy?"

and despite shaking your head you can't lie to him, almost salivating at the feeling of your swollen clit rubbing against the fabric of his pants while he keeps slamming his hips against your skin.

"fuck yes! yes I like it! I like it so much!" and he laughs at your dumb voice, seeing you so cock drunk never fails to amuse him, especially when you make such shameless noises with the rear windows half open... he'll tell you later.

bonus:

this car sex session leaves you both panting, sweat sticking on your foreheads, your hair all messy and let's not even talk about the cum dripping out of you right now. so you both decide to go back home and toji orders food from the restaurant you were supposed to go to.

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pheonix-inside · 11 months

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Help I just saw a sad video about grief of my Twitter feed and now I'm crying I'm supposed to be getting ready for bed

#my mom's most likely asleep so i dont wanna bother her for a hug #and i dont wanna call my dad bc i dont really need to talk i just need to cry it out #but damn i really miss some people #i feel like a broken record crying about it but like. bro it's almost been a year since what has been my biggest loss so far. what the fuck.#how do i process that #i miss this person so much and i feel like i lost a part of me with them #a downside of having a tight knit family is when you lose a member it hurts way more #my dad and my aunts still haven't sold her house. they still go through her stuff. she had so mucb stuff lol. a lot of it was really old #we took her piano and i think i pressed down on like one key when we first got it moved to our house and then had to stop.#it sounds like her house to me.#i've advanced so much musically over the last year and she never got to hear it. she would've loved the shows i hated being in this year #they would've been more worth being in #im just making myself sadder so im gonns try to distract myself now #keyword try #wish me luck #grief tw #vent

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tianhai03 · 2 years

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hey everyone. im not here to post art right now, i just have something on my mind that i kinda wanna ramble about, which i’ll put under a read more below bc its really long lol. i know this is kinda sudden but i promise its nothing serious. stick around if you’re somehow interested in listening to my ramblings, if not then thank you for reading this anyway, and thanks for all your continuous support :)

i cant remember the reason why anymore, but a couple minutes ago i felt like going through all the blogs ive followed on here. i only follow like 276 blogs if i remember correctly, it’s not much considering how i’ve been here since 2015. i probably felt like looking through it because i was reminded of an artist i follow here and i wanted to see if they’ve updated anything, i have no clue lol.

anyways i looked through the list, and i found a lot of artists ive followed since my early days in 2015, when i first started posting art. some i still remember fondly, some i have vague memories of, and others... i just dont recognize anymore. the only thing im sure of is that they were all artists i looked up to very much, artists who have also definitely motivated me to keep drawing just so i can be as good as them someday. im confident enough to say that ive gotten close to a lot of their levels already, and i am now very comfortable with drawing in a style that is uniquely my own. i have all these artists to thank for that.

but... another thing ive also realized is, most of them arent posting anymore. some have already stopped before i myself stopped tumblr briefly in around 2019, but a lot of them stopped at that exact same year. it makes me kinda sad, i remember looking forward to these artists’ drawings often, but a lot of them just kinda dipped out of existence 3 years ago, without other social medias that i can check to make sure theyre still around. it made me think about how hellish every year has been starting from 2019, it mightve only been 3 years but it sure felt like its been a decade. all i can do right now is hope that they’re still okay, somewhere in the world, still safe and still doing whatever they love.

and on the same note, i hope every single person who is still following me, who still constantly come up to this crumbling website, maybe even look forward to me posting my art; i hope you guys are doing well too. i know there are a lot of people who were from my old 2018 dmc days (since i came back to the fandom just half a year ago and a lot of people started checking up on me again), some of you guys were probably even from my earliest 2016 undertale days; whether you followed me 6 years ago or just today, i want to thank you guys, from the bottom of my heart, for always giving me kind support on the things i do. i am not joking when i said i wont be here right now if it werent for you guys. thank you so, so much.

#guess i just felt like getting sappy today.#im sorry if this makes anyone anxious; i promise i am totally okay and nothing bad is happening to me #it's just... sometimes you look back on your life to remember the things you've done that led to the life you have today #ive been doing that a lot lately. and i just wanted to talk about what ive thought about #i actually feel a lot better thinking about things like this. it reminds me of the reason why i started drawing in the first place #with how things have been lately especially with my own uni life; it gets so frustrating its very easy to forget why i liked drawing so much #but im not gonna forget about it now; even if i stop drawing someday i'll forever hold on to these memories #i probably sound like a broken record now but; genuinely; thanks for everything i really do appreciate it #allyrambles #long post #if youve read till here #through this long ass post ive been writing for over 30 minutes now #do me a favour and talk to a long time friend you have that you havent talked to in a while #yknow the ones. you were super close but then you just slowly stopped talking to each other? even though nothing bad happened?#do me a favour and just shoot them a message. a short one will do #even a little 'hey we havent talked in a while; just wanted to check up on you and make sure youre still okay' is enough #times are tough right now. it has been for the past 2 years for everyone #if you can do it; im sure it will brighten someone's day up; to know that theres someone out there who still cares #someone will appreciate the kindness #im gonna go now. this post has gotten way longer than i expected and its almost time for bed #i hope everyone has a decent day :) thanks again for reading #hopefully i dont regret this someday lol

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prompt: IKEA soap/reader fic. PART 1. tags: dubcon

You duck behind a stack of boxes when you hear Johnny come whistling into the warehouse.

He shouts your name out somewhere off on the other side of the warehouse, voice echoing through the building. You keep absolutely still, fingers clamped around the clipboard that’s pressed close to your chest. Even your breathing slows, open-mouthed so as to keep it almost soundless. It’s strategic. You’ve gotten good at making yourself invisible back here, practically melting into the stack of boxes.

A minute or two goes by with repeated calls of your name, echoing from different parts of the warehouse like Johnny’s making the rounds. Searching for you. He’s probably been looking around the store for ages, with his track record. Someone must have let it slip that you were assigned to inventory today instead of being out on the floor.

You only let out a sigh when it’s been long enough that any reasonable person might have given up on trying to find you in the loading dock.

“Hiding from someone?” a deep voice asks from behind you.

Your gut all but self-ejects. When you turn around, he’s standing there in the same bright blue shirt that you also wear. His is stretched tight across his chest though, like it’s a size too small. You wonder sometimes if it’s on purpose. It’s hard not to let your eyes wander, but by now you’ve trained yourself to keep your eyes level when speaking to Johnny.

“Nope,” you squeak. “Just…you know…counting. Counting boxes and…stacks.”

He laughs, loud enough to make you startle. It’s far too enthusiastic, like you told a particularly funny joke instead of stumbling over your words and you still don’t actually know if he finds you funny or not.

“Cool,” Johnny says, taking a step closer to you. The clipboard doesn’t feel sufficient enough to put any real distance between the two of you. “Thought I could maybe come hang out with ye back here. Dinnae want ye to feel lonely.”

“Nope, not lonely at all. Totally peachy. Actually glad I could catch a break from…everyone.” You take a step back.

He follows you, another step forward. “Aye, dinnae worry, I get what ye mean. Some of the others—” he whistles, “—right buggers. Glad to catch a break myself as well.”

A bead of sweat rolls down the back of your neck. “Aren’t you supposed to be…out in the front? I, uh, don’t want you to get in trouble with Jeff—”

“Ah, Jeff’s fine, kitty, dinnae worry about me,” Johnny coos, sounding pleased as punch. He takes you at face value instead of reading into the set of your jaw and the way you keep inching away from him as he gets closer to you, convinced that you genuinely in your heart care about whether he gets written up or not. “They fuckin’ love me, ye ken? Think he wants ta take me out for lunch tomorrow, but told him I’d only go if he invited ye as well.”

“Oh. That’s nice,” you whisper instead of screaming. You’re doing that a lot these days. Talking through the scream bubbling behind your front teeth.

“Would ye want ta then?” he asks, suddenly in your face, three quick steps bridging the gap between you in barely a second, hardly enough time for you to blink. You blink and it’s just Johnny, in startling definition. Thick eyebrows and scar across his chin, the bridge of his nose perfect like he’s never broken it before. “Grab some lunch with me?”

“I, uh…I brought my lunch from home.”

“It’s a’right, I’ll buy it for ye, hen. Dinnae need ta waste your money.” Sometimes when he talks to you, he gets like this, fervent and almost desperate. He seems only half aware of it. “Ye like that mediterranean place nearby, right? Seen ye go there once or twice; wanted ta tag along, but dinnae want ta alarm ye.”

“You saw me go there?” you repeat.

“Aye, happened ta glance out the window when ye were on your lunch break. Back before management changed my break time. Cheers for that as well because it was really startin’ ta bother me, ye ken? Not being able ta eat with my favourite coworker.”

You never know how to respond when Johnny lets on a bit too much about how he feels about you. Sometimes he slips up and it comes rushing out, a big spool of thread unwinding in front of you.

“Yeah, well…I don’t know about today but maybe…” you say, trailing off. There’s a danger in just brushing him off, you feel.

“Tomorrow then,” he decides, grin still splitting his face. “I’m no’ on the schedule, but I can drop by at your lunch break and go with ye. How’s that sound?”

“Well, you know…it sounds…” He’s close enough now that if you lean forward, you’ll faceplant in between his pecs. Despite everything, you have to slightly fight the urge. Sometimes you think it’d be easier if he weren’t so absurdly gorgeous. It doesn’t make any of his actions okay, it doesn’t excuse his behaviour just because he’s pretty, yet still he pulls you in somehow, magnetic. “It sounds—you know, actually, I think Jeff wanted to talk to me about something, so if you don’t mind—”

Johnny tries to say something, but you manage to duck around him and scurry off, disappearing into the stacks of boxes before pressing forward until you burst out the main doors out of the warehouse. It leads to a hall that goes towards the store, but you haul it to the women’s washroom instead. The one place he can’t follow you inside.

In the washroom, you can finally breathe. Resting your hands on either side of the sink, you look into the mirror where haggard eyes with deep circles underneath stare back at you.

You flinch when one of the toilets flush and the stall door opens, another coworker stepping out.

“Did I hear Johnny outside?” she asks, taking the sink beside you to wash her hands. You nod, still tongue tied. “He really follows you everywhere, huh?”

For a second, your shoulders relax. “God, I know, he’s always just hovering—”

She cuts you off, sighing dreamily. “You’re so lucky. He’s so hot, it’s unreal. I can’t believe he works here, like that’s insane. I’d kill to have him as obsessed with me as he is with you.”

“He’s—he’s not into me, he’s just…you know, he just hovers.”

The water shuts off. Your coworker shoots you a dubious look, almost mocking. “Yeah, alright. Sure. Not into you. Not like he hangs off your every word. You don’t have to be humble—we’re already jealous. It’s like rubbing it in when you pretend like it’s totally normal.”

You slump, defeated, when she leaves without drying her hands. It’s moot to try and commiserate with anyone. They don’t see him the way you do, not for who he is. Your coworkers love Johnny; you’ve seen someone genuinely fistpump after being scheduled with him.

They don’t see any of the weird shit though. They don’t see the way he insists on walking you to your car well into the evening after a closing shift together. They don’t notice the way Johnny laughs a little too hard and with too much vigour when someone calls him your shadow, his eyes just a little too bright and fervent.

They’re never around to see him ask if you want to sit on his lap while he shows you how to use the forklift in the backroom. They’ve never seen him beg management to let him take his breaks with you and doesn't let you have a moment of peace, just sits with you in the breakroom or follows you to your car when you say that you're going out for lunch.

Sometimes you look at him and think, this guy should not be in the Appliance section of a big box store. Johnny should be on the front cover of magazines, in commercials for toothpaste, acting in Hallmark movies, or maybe hand modelling for obscenely ornate watch companies that cost the equivalent of a mortgage—not handing out free samples of sliced cheese.

That was then.

It starts like this: an overeager sales associate who butts his way to the front of the line on your first day.

You think at first that you’re golden. It seems like a sweet deal—an easy enough job, maybe not what you went to school for, but still something to pass the time and not too backbreaking. Plus, the guy shaking your hand and chatting up a storm in front of you is making you melt inside. He’s easy on the eyes—all bright smiles, effortless charm, either just brushing or exactly six feet, and built. Broad shouldered and lean.

Johnny’s a model employee as well—knows the handbook inside and out, and shows you the ropes on your first day along with the assistant manager giving you a tour of the store, which is helpful because there’s at least three floors that you could easily get lost on. He walks elderly customers to their cars with their bags, shows up to work early for every shift, always with a smile and a positive attitude, and you find out early on that management loves him because of his frankly incredible sales record.

(And you get it too; you can’t imagine anyone looking into those gorgeous blue eyes and turning him down.)

He's also a spokesperson for the company in all of their internal training videos because he was hired through some “Jobs for Vets” program that they just rolled out. The guy can also stack things on a shelf like no one's business, products lined up with military precision (hence the ex-military status).

All in all, you can’t help feeling like for once in your life, you didn’t draw the short stick.

Then one day, you’re alone with Johnny in the breakroom early in the morning before the store has opened yet and he turns to you with a wide, boyish grin and says apropos of nothing, “Named my fleshlight after you.”

You think your brain skips a couple tracks like a record player. You rewind and replay what was just said to you. There’s no two ways about it—you must have misheard him. Of course you did because surely your coworker of two months didn’t just look you in the eyes and say with a sweet sunshine smile that he named his sex toy after you.

He doesn’t laugh, just stands there and smiles while stirring sugar into his coffee. He takes it black. You take note of that because the brain still has to work when the mind shuts down momentarily, so you use it instead to catalogue things around the breakroom. One of the motivational posters hanging near the door is hung a bit off-centre. The fluorescent lightbulb on the far side of the room is dimmer than the others. Johnny’s eyes have a little light spot in them like the tip of an ocean wave.

“Excuse me?” you ask, dumbfounded. Your voice sounds hollow even to you.

“I named her after ye,” he repeats, not a trace of shame in his voice. “Used ta not have a name at all, but figured since I say it so much when I’m enjoyin’ her, she might as well share it with ya.”

He stares at you after saying that, letting it hang in the air. Your brain chooses that moment to come back online and all it can do is load that image of Johnny home alone with his fleshlight, toes curled in his sheets and the muscles of his legs straining as he moans your name. All you can do is give a little awkward laugh, growing more uncomfortable by the second the longer he stares at you without blinking.

Then, something passes over his eyes and suddenly he's back to normal, laughing and clapping you on the arm before wandering off to the men's apparel section.

It leaves you reeling for the rest of the day, sure you imagined it. It recontextualizes a few things for you though. He’s always been on the handsy side, verging on inappropriate, but skirting just enough around the edges of it that you usually brush off Johnny’s weird behaviour. Chalk it up to annoying little brotherly tendencies. You know he has a few older sisters anyway; you figured it was just how he related to women in his environment.

Not so.

It escalates after that initial escalation. Not that things started off on an appropriate note, but at least before you could rationalize most of his quirks.

Now it’s this: his hand on your lower back during work hours when you’re busy helping a customer and he sidles up next to you, pinkie brushing so low on your back that you worry for a second that he might slip it down the back of your pants. Lifting you up by the hips whenever you have a hard time reaching something on a shelf instead of just reaching up and grabbing it for you. A complete misuse of his height. He digs his fingers into your sides and never lets you go right away when he puts you down.

“Aw shit, bonnie,” he coos when you complain about it hurting you. “Dinnae mean ta hurt ye. Want me to give ye a little massage in the breakroom?”

You learn quickly that there’s no point in complaining about his behaviour to anyone. You can't complain to any of your coworkers because the second you so much as criticize his work, they bark at you to be nice to him. He's just re-acclimating to civilian life, of course he's not perfect at his job yet, they say. They defend him almost viciously; the real jealous ones even tell on you in front of him, leaving you to stand there embarrassed and on the spot until Johnny just smiles and says that it's alright. That you'll just have to teach him better.

There’s not much you can do besides grin and bear it. You can hope one day that you'll get transferred; you don't have much hope for him being transferred. Not with how endeared he is to management.

When you finally open the door, ready to leave the bathroom and get back to work, you nearly scream when Johnny lurches off the wall across from the bathroom door where he’s been leaning. Waiting for you.

“C’mon, hen,” he says, all teeth. “Lemme walk ye back ta work.”

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