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lilsocksiswriting · 2 years

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Fandom: Jujitsu Kaisen

Paring: Sukuna X Fem!reader

Summary: Sukuna realizes that by dating you he may be creating a horny little monster and he's ok with that.

Warnings: NSFW, No Beta, minors DNI,

Tags: College/modern Au, more fluff, very suggestive themes

Word Count: 5k

Masterlist

Chapter 3 || Chapter 5

Author Note: I would have included the sex scene in this chapter but I’m feeling real slutty for a parallel with the first chapter.

You don’t wake up from your alarm blaring right next to your ear causing your heart to lurch in your chest. You simply wake up. There is not even that small moment where you feel like you’re about to cry like a baby because you want to go back to sleep. You feel refreshed, good, ready for the day and that stupid final exam.

You still don’t want to get out of bed. At least not yet. You want to enjoy this time laying in Sukuna’s bed before your thoughts catch up to you. Everything is so warm and comfy, and you slept so well. The kind where you wake up with sheet impressions, drool dried across your cheek and soaking into the pillow. Only you weren’t laying on a pillow.

You sit up abruptly, waking Sukuna up with a startled grunt. Sukuna hates when people disturb his sleep. But all his anger dissipates when he cracks his eyes and sees your face staring back down at him. Your face is red with embarrassment. Dried slobber glues a few stands of hair to your cheek. You look so cute like this.

“I’m sorry.”

His face falls. What did you have to be sorry for? What is for the past week? Couldn’t you just forget about that for a little while longer and enjoy a morning with him?

“I-I drooled all over your shoulder.”

Oh, was that it? Why do minuscule things like this make you sound so guilty? You did this same thing last night too when you left your tears soaked into his shirt.

“If it bothers you that much in can invest in something more waterproof to wear around you. Did you sleep as good as it looks?”

You nod, “Yea, it was the best sleep I’ve had in a while actually.”

Sukuna smiles triumphantly and folds his hands behind his head. “Good. Then you should be rested enough to tell me what the hell’s been going on with you.”

“You know a small part of me was holding out hope that you would have forgotten about that long enough for me to sneak out.”

“Ha, not a chance doll. In fact, I might not even let you leave this bed,” waking up to the warmth and weight of your body alone was enough to arouse him. He really did have it that bad for you.

“And how would you plan on doing that?” the banter came out easily.

The tattooed man just has to give you that stare and lick his lips to cause your cheeks to heat up.

“Would be ashamed if you had to miss that final of yours.”

‘Would it?’ because honestly losing yourself in these sheets with Sukuan didn’t sound as bad as it should.

“So come on, out with it.”

“I’ve…” though you weren’t tired, and you can actually think, this is still hard to put into words, “I really fucked up. I’ve been such a horrible person. A horrible, stupid person.”

“And how have you been so horrible and foolish?”

“I- oh god,” you have to look away from Sukuna. Choosing instead to focus on the scattered sketching paper atop his desk. “I had this really big stupid schoolgirl crush on you when I first started to hang out with Yuji. You know, like, the best friend's hot older brother kind of crush.

But then I started to get close to everyone and I was like ‘wow this is what having real friends feels like. Which, I know, sounds pretty lame. But just having formed like Yuji, and Nobara and Megumi made me realize that all the friends I had back home were so…surface level. They wouldn’t hold my hair back when I got sick. They didn’t care if I was overworking myself. They really just cared about reputational and how we looked out friend’s group looked to those outside of it. But that’s beside the point.

The point is that I was afraid of losing that. Of being all alone at this big new school. I was so afraid of losing these first real friendships that started to make up reasons why we wouldn’t be a good match. But then I had to start thinking about why we wouldn’t be good together. And I guess- no I know at some point all those reasons kept telling myself just started to sort of snowball until I was making all these assumptions about you being a bad person. But you were never one in the first place, ok wall not as bad of one as I made you out to be.

You had feelings for me this whole time I and I just fucked that all up with the way I acted and made assumptions.

I wanted to apologize for the way I always thought the worst of you even when you were trying to be a good person to me. But I was so stressed and tired, and I could barely think of anything beyond finals and work, and I wanted to give you a genuine apology. I want to give everyone a genuine apology for pushing them away. I just don’t know if I can find the right words. I mean would an apology even do anything. What if I already ruined everything e with everyone?”

You take in a shaky breath. Sukuna is relieved. This wasn’t something that was entirely his doing. He is still confused.

“Why did you say had?”

You look back to Sukuan mimicking his face of confusion, “When? I kind of just word vomited there. I’ve surprised that was all coherent.”

“You said I have feelings for you.”

“Oh,” you guess you did, and you are remained how much that realization hurt. “Uhm yea, I ruined my chance with you- “Sukuna’s bedroom walls blur for a moment, and you find yourself under an annoyed-looking Sukuna quickly laying back in bed with him.

Sukuna just stays there above you, hand on either side of you. Just glaring, saying nothing to help you figure out what was going on in his head.

“Um, Sukuna- “

“Shut up. I’m thinking.”

“Of?”

“I said shut up.”

You open your mouth to say something, but you really can’t think of anything besides the fact that Sukuan isn’t always angry or annoyed. He just has a resting bitch face, doesn’t he?

“I’m shit when it comes to bluntly say stuff like this. I’m not all for deep emotional talks and all that. I can see how I came off like the arrogant ass to you. And you were never full wrong in those assumptions as being arrogant and an occasional ass is my brand of charm. It still wasn’t ok for you to go making assumptions like that. I should have just come out and said that I liked you a long time ago instead of beating around the bush and hoping you’d get the message”

You blink up at Sukuna who continues to look down at you waiting for a response. But all you can think of to say at the moment is, “You still like me.”

Sukuna sighs and his eyes flutter close, “My god y/n seriously?”

“What? I- “

“Yes, I am fucking like you. I like so many things about you. I like how you can look like you’re about to take on the work and win. I like that I can be myself around Yuji and you aren’t intimidated by me. I Like that you call me out on shit and don’t back down until I apologize. I like your body. Fuck, your body is amazing. And when you dress business casual? Holy fuck y/n, that shit drives me crazy-

You slap a hand over Sukuna’s mouth before he can go on. “Ok ok! I get it now. I- I just wow. I- “a smile breaks out across your face and giddiness blooms in your chest.

Sukuna licks the palm of your hand, and you jerk it back. He’s smiling too. So, you did get to see that softness his face can take again after all. Your hands come to cup Sukuna's face, and he lets you pull him down closer to you.

“So does this mean….”

“Mean what?”

“Well since we both still have feelings does it mean, ya know,” you try again hoping he’d catch on

And Sukuan has caught on, he’s just Sukuna. “Oh, of course, we can doll, 12/10 dick right?”

“No- I mean that too, but does this mean that we can, ya know.”

“No, I don’t,” he says then drops his voice to that sinful tone. “You got to use your words doll.”

It’s too early for him to sound that hot and make you feel this turned on. But it works he wins. “Does this mean we can date?”

“I thought that was obvious.”

“So, is that a yes then?”

“Yes,” Sukuan rolls his eye but closes the tiny distance between you two. Between the small kisses, Sukuan confirms,” We’re dating. You’re my girlfriend. I’m your boyfriend. We’re lovers now. In a relationship. Together. Spoken for.”

You don’t let him pull away that time. Your hands slide up, combing your fingers through his short pink locks. All it takes is a nibble on your bottom lip to deepen the kiss. You two stay like this, engrossed in each other until you need a deep breath.

You turn your face away from Sukuan apologizing as you catch your breath,” Sorry, I probably have morning breath.”

“Rancid.”

“Shut up.”

“We should get up anyway. You need to get ready.

Sukuna rolls off you so that you can get out of bed and go about your daily routine of getting ready. Since you’re final was just a written exam you don’t need to dress up which is good because you don’t have any clean clothes. In fact, after going through your morning skincare routine and brushing your teeth you decide to just stay in leggings and Sukuna’s hoodie.

Downstairs in the kitchen, Yuji’s grandfather is at the stove fishing up a pan of bacon. At the table, Yuji, Nobara, and Megumi excitedly wait for everything to be finished up. When everyone looks at you, you’re suddenly at a loss for words. Or more specifically there are so many words swirling in your head that you don’t know where to start.

So, your left with your mouth gapingly like a fish out of water. You’ve ever apologized to friends before. You never had friends to apologize to before. Anything before the three were fake. fake smiles, fake happiness. This was real. This is something you don’t want to lose. So, an apology might be a good place to start.

“I’m sorry. I-I shouldn’t have, um shut everyone out like I have.”

“And?” Sukuna’s voice behind you makes you jump.

“Um, I-I’ve just never had friends like your guys, and I didn’t know how to do this, apologize that is. I still don’t think I’m doing right, like saying sorry isn’t enough. But here I am trying,”

“And?” Sukuna urger’s again and you rack your brain for more words to grab onto.

“I promise to not do it again. If I’m having a hard time, I’ll talk to someone.”

“And?”

“I just really don’t want to lose you guys as friends, you’re like the first real friend I’ve had. Sad sounding but true.”

“And?”

And? and what else. What was she missing? What else was there to tell?

“Um, me and Sukuna are dating now.”

“And?”

“I hope he doesn’t make things awkward.”

And?” Sukuna's tone is amused, and you don’t pick up on it because you’re still stuck on thinking that you’re missing something.

“We’ll um, we’ll work out system. Like a sock on the doorknob or something so that no one walks – “

“Nope, don’t even go there,” their grandfather cuts in pointing the spatula over your shoulder. “And you, stop torturing the poor girl. She’s said enough.”

“Gramps is right. Sorry was enough.” Yuji adds.

“I just wanted to see how long she’d go on for.”

You turn your head to glare over your shoulder, “you are an ass.”

“And you’re very attracted to it,” He retorts stealing a quick kiss and then heading on into the kitchen.

You do your best to suppress a mile and follow suit. You feel lighter. Happier than you’ve been all week. Everything has come to a head and passed. This is what has come after, and it is nice. You had thought of the worst-case scenario, but never the best-case scenario. You and Sukuan have taken a seat at the table.

“So, who confessed?” Nobara asks

“Um, you,” you point at Sukuna who laughs.

“Not a chance. You the one would have to ask multiple times to make sure we were dating.”

“But you did confess to me first.”

“Nope. You did.”

“I did?”

“You probably didn’t nice it because you were just rambling on and on.”

“I- “you cut yourself off and slump your shoulders because yea that sounds like something you would do.

“I win,” Megumi pipes up.

“Oh?”, you curiously ask,” what’d you guys bet on?”

Sukuna didn’t share in your amused curiosity,” You three dweebs bet of us?”

“We bet on who would confess the feelings first,” Nobara corrected and went on to explain,” Megumi was the only one who bet on y/n I bet you would, and Yuji bet that neither of you would nor we would continue to a bear witness to the great pinning.”

“I was not pining.”

Their grandfather comes over from the stove to place down the plate of bacon with the rest of the food he’s cooked.

“Oh yes you were and even I was getting fed up with it,” He gripes while taking a seat on the other side of Sukuna.

“I wouldn’t call it pining…” Sukuna’s continued protest now seemed more like pouting that no one paid any mind to being too busy filling their plates.

“So, what finals you kids got left?”

“I’m the only one with a final today, right?”

The three other students nod in agreement with their plates now full.

Wasuke grits his teeth then snaps at the three,” Then why the hell did I cook breakfast for you three if you ain’t even got finals anymore?”

“Reward?” Yuji offers.

“I thought you said last night you were going to make breakfast because you didn’t trust me to make it.”

“Certainly not after that little comment you made last night,” There is a pointed tone on Wasuke’s scolding.

Sukuna, being as arrogant as he is, leans back on his chair and swings an arm across the back of your chair. You realize too late that he was seizing this as another opportunity to make your face beat red. “Who am I to judge my girlfriend's taste? If she likes a little something extra on her eggs, why am I to deny her that? “He cuts her eye to you. “Especially when I have so much of it.”

Megumi scrunches his face up. “Do we even- “

“ANWAY!” you nearly screech. “My final. It’s with professor Ully.”

“Ully, that old geezer?”

Yuji scoffs trying to stifle his laugh. “I don’t think you much younger than him gramps.”

“At least I know how to use the godman Blackboard.”

“Amen to that.” You raise a glass of orange juice Sukuna had poured for you. “He’s the one that doesn’t everything on paper remember.”

Nobara hums putting the pieces together,” Oh gross, and isn’t your final, like an essay questions test?”

“Exactly.”

Breakfast goes on like this, light conversation and complaining about the semester’s professors with Wasuke throwing in a bit of gossip here and there with that gripey tone of his that almost made it seem like he was uninterested in the whole thing.

When breakfast finished Waskue hades upstairs to pack for his end-of-the-year fishing trip. With the five of you on clean-up, it only takes a few minutes. You and Sukuna take up washing and drying the dishes.

“So, the strip tonight?” he asks.

The strip was one street a few blocks from campus that was just bars. You and the gang plus Sukuna would always go bar hopping to celebrate the end of another semester. You have some fond memoirs of stumbling home, laughing, and drunkenly trying to order from whatever fast-food place was nearby. Sukuna would have left you four longs before then with his arm wrapped around someone’s waist and his hand lips against their ear. You don’t tell him how would take a shot of something strong to burn away the pang of jealously. You wanted to be the one he wraps up his arms. The one who he was probably whispering sweet and lewd little nothings to.

And now you were.

“This will be the first time going out with a partner. Do you think you can behave yourself? Will it be too jarring for you?”

“You trying to tease me doll but you’re failing so bad l. I’m just wondering if you’ll leave early with me or am I going to have to take your drunk ass to get Taco Bell.”

“Leave early?”

He nods tossing a glance over his shoulder before dropping his voice so that only you would hear him. “I get wanting to celebrate, but I want to take you home tonight and make love to you.”

A little noise gets alighting the break of your thought.

“What?”

“Didn’t expect you to ever use the phrase ‘make love to you,” you admit handing him another plate to dry.

“I think it’s a nice way to encompass all the things I wanna do to you.”

“And what sort of things do you wanna do to me.”

Sukuna smirks and explains “I would offer to take you up to my room and show you, but I’d hate for you to miss your final. But if you must know I want to fuck you the way I wanted to fuck you that night.”

“Oh,” is all you can say because your head gets a little fuzzy at the thought of it.

“That’s all?”, his face falters

“No. Just- my mind went a little blank at the thought of mushy gushy romantic sex with you.”

And the arrogant smirk is back.” Oh, I’ll make you so gushy you won’t be nothing but a puddle who can’t even think.”

“OK!” Yuji slaps his hand on the counter he was just wiping down, “If this is gnat to work, we need a ground rule here. No dirty talking or anything dirty of the sort while in our presence got it.”

You’re unable to hold back a snort of laughter and hold up your soapy gloves. “We’ll be sure they stay three whole bibles lengths apart.” even going so far as to take a step away from the tattooed man.

“As far as you’re concerned little brother, we abstinence. No kissing until marriage.”

You two break that vow right before you head out for your final. Sukuna wraps his arm around your waist and spins you around to give you another quick peck on the lips. You can’t stop the giddy giggles on the way out. It just feels so nice to finally be able to not hide your feeling or deny you have them anymore

“You know we are happy for you.” Nobara notes as the for of you walk to campus. “But can we please keep the verbal fucking down to a minimum?”

“Thanks, and I promise I will try my best. I can’t say the same for Sukuna. Now, what are we wearing tonight?”

Your final went just how you thought it would. Quick but painful. Your hand is cramping so bad as you make your way back to your dorm. Your roommate is still at her final, singing her lungs out in a place that isn’t the dorm. Something you are extremely thankful for

You spend the rest of the day clearing up the disaster left behind by the week and lounging around in bed still in Sukuna’s hoodie. You smile goofily to yourself because that was another plus to dating Sukuna now; you don’t have to buy warmer clothes. It would be a con for Sukuna since he was about to have a lot of lees holies and crew necks.

When it gets dark you get ready for the night and head over to Nobars’s dorm to help her get ready. The boys meet you at the edge of campus. In the semesters before Sukuna would have simply given you a smirk and some sort of teasing remark. He still doesn’t that, only with the added part of tucking you to his side and keeping you warm on the walk over.

Something else is different though. It’s not something wrong. At least you don’t think it is despite the uneasiness churning in the pit of your stomach. It’s not something that everyone else seems to notice either so maybe it's just you. But what is it? What was making you feel so nervous?

“Doll?” Sukuna finally asks while in lone for the I.D check after you’ve been quiet the whole way to their first bar.

“Hm?” you look up.

“You just seem to be in your head.”

“Oh, I’m fine- “you stop as you look continues to look into Sukuna’s face, it has the same hits of concern from last night. You suddenly remember what caused that concern and how you might be doing it again. “I um, well…I think I’m nervous. I’m just not very sure why?”

Sukuna watches you gnaw on your bottom lip. He can practically see your mind working overtime to try and figure it out. He knows that it’s a lot more than just some nerves, but at least you not trying to hide that something’s bothering you. The line moves up and Yuji gets his I. D checked. It’s too late to ask you to elaborate on it but Sukuan doesn’t forget it.

Once Megumi comes back with the first round of drinks you almost feel like you were never nervous, to begin with. Everything settles into normal. The only difference is that you are setting tucked into Sukuna’s side with his arm around your shoulders. You want to enjoy this but there is just this thing in the back of your mind that you can’t hide tiny that makes you feel uneasy. It bothers you.

After drinks, the three go off to the dance floor while you and Sukuan sat behind to watch them. You would usually go with the three, but Sukuna’s firm arm keeps you in place.

With the trio gone leaving the quiet booth to yourselves so he can finally ask you, “So nervous?”

You slump a little and take to sliding your index finger around the rim of your empty glass. “I should just stop holding out hope you’d forget this kind of stuff huh?”

“It’d be a lot easier if ya would. And to stop to avoid talking about it too. We know what happen last time. Don’t get me wrong the head was great, but I’d rather have you suck me off without all the drama.”

“How do you just do that? Say naughty stuff like that?”

“Don’t change the subject.”

“I don’t know why I’m nervous,” You admit quickly like it was a shameful thing that you don’t know how your own mind works.

Sukuna glances from you to the trio of idiots currently jumping around on the dance floor and screeching out the lyrics to the song blaring on the speaker. He was stalling for time. Making sure that what he said next wouldn't be too vague. You were the only one trying to change after last night,

“I think you think too hard about stuff.”

“Was that supposed to be reassuring?”

“Yes? I hoped it would at least. Do you have any idea of what's making you nervous?”

“That’s the thing. I can’t. I don’t want to be anywhere else but here with everyone. Like I’m excited and happy to be celebrating and to leave with you to have some awesome sex. But I’m still just nervous. And I can’t figure out why.”

“Have you ever felt nervous like this before?”

“I don’t think so. But I am all honestly…. but in all honestly these nudes feel kind of new to me,”

And there it was. Sukuna bites the inside of his cheek bit doesn’t work. He still laughs. It’s cute and funny and he just can’t help it. The glare you look at him with is even funnier because you really can’t see it.

“Y/n do you think you are nervous because this is new to you?”

“What do you mean? I’ve been out to a bar,” you point an accusing finger at him, “With you before.”

“Yes, you have. But we’re together now. You don’t have to shoot me dirty looks because you're the one who gets to take me home. Because we’re out at a bar as a couple. “

“I was never jealous.”

“Never said you were a doll.”

“I hate you.”

“Haven’t you always?”

You only stick your tongue in reply. Sukuna presses the back of his thump into the underside of your jaw making you crane your neck so he can lean down for a kiss.

When he pulls away, he warns in a tone that almost makes you think he’s daring you instead, “Now, now, don’t be a brat tonight, I wanna so easy on you tonight.”

“Is it really that simple?” you ask in disbelief.

A coy chuckle makes your stomach flip, “Let’s not find out yea?”

You let out a small huff leaning your head on his shoulder. “No dumbass that that’s the way it is. Am I really nervous because this is just something new to me?”

“I dunno, you tell me.”

“…. I’ve never done this before.”

“What did I say about using your words doll?”

You huff,” I am. I’m trying. I’ve never been out with someone like this. My dates have been pretty vanilla. Like nice dinner and a movie ya know. Like I said: surface level. They didn’t me feel like this. All giddy and stuff. “

“That sounds kind of sad. But also, is more proof to my theory that I am the only man to have ever made you cum.

“You don’t have to remind me,” you tell him. “I just don’t know what we’re supposed to do ok. God, I sound so freaking clueless right now.”

“What do you want to do?” Sukuna’s serious tone catches you off guard

You to sit straight so you can look at him. “What do you mean?”

“You’re here tonight to celebrate another semester and I’m not here to put a damper on that.”

“But there's got to me like boundaries something?”

“Wow, doll what naughty things are you thinking about.”

You feel your face flush with heat. You weren’t thinking of anything of the sort. You just couldn’t get acclimated to the idea of that much freedom. You had grown up around rules and structures that extend to all parts of your life, including dating. To suddenly not have nothing to dictate how you behave and tell when what to do- well it was scary, but it also made you feel drunk and giddy with the power.

“Whatever I want?” you ask, mind getting lost in the sea of possibilities now before you.

Sukuna swallows at the sudden change in your voice. At times like this, he wonders if you are aware of how seductive you can be. Your lips are parted slightly and look so inviting. Your eyes are full of so much desire and Sukuan wants to give it all to you. Whatever you want. Whatever you desire.

“Yes, “he answers trying to sound somewhat like he’s not getting lost himself, “I’m not here to tell you what you can and can’t do y/n,”

“Oh?” fuck that coy smile goes straight to his heart. Your eyes cut back to the dance floor. Absent of the trio who went off to get another round of drinks.

When you return your attention back to Sukuna, he can tell you challenge him. Testing these new waters. “What if I wanted to take someone home with us?”

Fuck, you were so God damn perfect.

“Oh, you want a toy to play with?” he refuses to look away from you. He probably couldn’t even if he tried to excite to be hearing this side of you. “Why even wait? You could have any one of these people following you into the bathroom like a lost puppy. We could have them between us within the hour doll. Or would you rather me watch as you make them come under your touch? Or are you the type to like an audience while I fuck you?”

You open your mouth to say something but quickly close it and grow beat red. You’re the first to break and it causes a smug sense of satisfaction to swell in Sukuna’s chest.

“Ok, yea. It’s going to take some work to get used to that. Don’t think my confidence is quite there yet. Seriously how do you do it?”

“A threesome not your thing?”, he teases.

But then you look back out the dance floor and bit your lip. It makes Sukuan get the sense that he’s watching the beginnings of a monster being made.

“Another conversation for another day.”

“Are you blushing,” Yuji asks coming back to the table followed by Megumi and Nobara.

You cup your cheeks. They were warm but Yuji shakes his head and points a finger at his brother. “I mean you.”

“No.” Sukuna answerers with that a pointed glare that told his brother to shut up. But you can see now too.

“I made you blush!”

“Don’t let it go to your head doll.”

“Too late”

After another round of drinks, you want to join the dancing this time. Sukuna lets you pull him to the dance floor with everyone else and with the thumbing base so loud you must pull Sukuna down so your lips are pressed into his ear.

“I can’t wait to go home with you tonight!”

Sukuna's chest thrums as a large smile plasters itself across his face. You can’t hear what he says but the way he pulls your hips into his and smothers his face into your neck tells you he is very happy to hear that.

#sukuna #sukuna x y/n #sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna #jjk imagines #jjk #privet stacks

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automatonknight · 9 months

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omg i would absolutley love to hear more about walenty if u still feel like talking!! i hold dst so close in my heart so seeing other people make ocs for it makez me so happy!!! how did he get to the constant? n like what was his life like before then? or has he alwayz lived there :0!! -plushpyro

this got super out of hand so i'm putting it under readmore. um teehee ^__^

UM!!! don't know where to start i could talk for HOURS probably but ok. maybe i'll start with the backstory. my idea for it is that basically he got into the constant via an antique voxola radio he found on a garage sale somewhere. it had a tag with an adress on it and being a teen he was like hey. hey let me go there that'd be funny. i think she originally planned to go with someone but ended up going alone, the other person got sick whatever. enter the nightmare hands and she's never seen again. (<i'm not superrr happy with that backstory but i can't think of anything better so. blehhh XP) before that kit was just a highschooler, her family was alright, life was okay etc etc. nothing special but also nothing bad. although kit was probably more like. shy and more of a loner. forgot to mention but he's also more "modern", i don't know if it would actually work in-game lore-wise but it probably got send to the constant like, 2018 the latest (which i should probably utilize more in my art tbh). he's also polish. i probably haven't mentioned that anywhere either. onto other things after getting to the constant it probably wanders around alone for a bit before finding the other survivors. top 10 happiest moments of its life etc etc. kind of interrupting the current flow but it also has the ability to turn into a werething, which is unique because it is by that affiliated with both the moon and the shadows but also both sides kind of hate her anyways lol. being werething doesn't give it any super like. powers it can just turn into a wolf-bear creature during full moons and where it is in grave danger. that's also why it has those funny features like animal ears, a tail and horns (speaking of! i always thought of the horns as something like a non-newtonian fluid in a sense that if you don't use force when interacting with them your hand would go through or they would bend out of shape before returning to how they were before, but if it were to ram into someone it would probably hurt, not like walenty would do that). its eyesight is still dogshit without glasses BUT it can probably hear and smell a bit better. ok now maybe onto relationships. i haven't thought about ALL the survivors in detail but i imagine she gets along pretty well with everyone. she used to be pissed off at maxwell for a bit but she got better now maxwell is like his lame ass uncle or whatever. it also has a father-son like relationship with wilson and they probably talk about science together, they're into different fields i imagine (walenty is more of an astronomy guy but he'll try to remember what he learnt in physics for higgsbury if he asks). either way they're silly together they make me very happy :]. she also feels like an older sibling figure to the other kids since she's like 16 and #responsible. also friends with woodie they go ice fishing together and they're both were(insert animal here). AND WITH WOLFGANG. he's also friends with him i think they're slavic besties :3. ok now that we have friendships out of the way he and WX fight all the fucking time. they hate eachother sooo much <not really they just get on eachother's nerves and who's there to stop them from throwing rocks at eachother. walenty probably pushed wx into a lake once and then felt genuinely bad until they threw her in the lake back and oh buddy it's on. <they both refuse to be the bigger person basically. the only instance in which they'll work together is if webber asks them. i would say more but i hit the character limit </3

#ask #RAAAAAAHHH #this is so chaotic. i can't write character summaries for shit #i could talk about triumphant walenty but tumblr hates me and my beautiful boy. literally 1984 #ALSO ALSO. THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR THE QUESTION MUMBLES.....IT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME I LOVE WALENTY WAAAAAAAAAA

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ok well i’m not reblogging the one general movie gifset of that movie because it’s lame and i’m not reblogging a gifset of joe alwyn playing a gay rapist for ten minutes so i guess you’re all just getting a Post. first of all. make gifsets of lucas hedges’ sad little face i need to go 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 in the tags. come on…. secondly. well that movie was underwhelming as fuck lol. of course who could possibly have high expectations for the conversion therapy memoir movie. but even with the bar on the floor is was still uhhhh pretty mid. troye sivan was there. he had a little song on the soundtrack. not his best soundtrack work. remember his song from his hiv movie… that was a crazy bop fr. actually i was literally listening to it today. i love it when pop musicians make real pop music that’s good they should do that more. what was i saying. oh yeah also adrian it chapter two was there. i know he has a whole career and has done so much other stuff with his life but to me. to US. he will always and forever be adrian it chapter two. unfortunately. madelyn cline was there briefly. nicole kidman was there wearing the most atrocious wig i’ve ever seen…. of course joel edgerton was there. weird that he made this movie considering he’s not even gay. i even looked that up to check. he’s not gay. why did he want to make this movie. and why didn’t he at least give it the courtesy of making it good? questions to ponder. the only other commentary i can offer on the movie is that it was super crazy lame that they didn’t let lucas hedges make out with any of those guys sloppy style. he would do it i know he would… and i know i worded that like a joke but i do sincerely think this movie offers a fucking bleak sexless perspective of being gay that was just so 😐. you wanted the ending to like show that there’s hope or whatever but you didn’t even show him gay kissing his husband? but the rape part was there. but you didn’t think it mattered to depict gay sex as something good at all? ok joel. it’s whatever tho it’s not like anyone watched this movie

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Top 5 times Misha was so ugly you threw up in your mouth a little?

Top 5 times Misha was a disgusting attention whore?

Top 5 times Misha made a complete idiot out of himself?

Lol my anon I MIGHT start to think you don't like eye bags. XD

I'm just doing these all on one list cause it's all pretty much the same thing. And believe me or not but as much as I don't like the man. Unlike Jared haters I don't stake his every more or his awful twitter. In fact if I didn't see or hear about him again I would be over the moon.

Anyway so with these asks together here is my list of Misha being an ugly/attention seeking/idiot.

1.) All 3 is When he makes *jokes* about very unfunny things. Like his slave *jokes*, making fun of the riots in the UK. Etc etc. The fact he actual thinks its ok in the first place shows how dumb he is and then he never says sorry. The few times he is called out. He just deletes and moves on but never learns cause another dumb tweet is just around the corner. It's even more annoying because his fans will defend him no matter what he says meanwhile they will try and cancel Jared for daring to bitch about bad service online.

2.) He is Gross. Trying to get young fans or people who should know better to do *questionable* things online for his *charity*. From taking pictures of themselves to wasting food. I think he just enjoys seeing what he can get idiots to do. Such a power trip.

3.) Gross/attention seeking. Anytime he tags Jensen in a tweet. One of the worst being when he posted that photoshopped picture of a young naked Jensen. Can you imagine if he did this to a female co star? But of course it's just Misha being Misha.

4.) Gross. The fact he caused so much drama in the fandom and got away with it or didn't try to stop it. While yes Misha can't control his fans but not once did he ever tell them to stop. When they picked on other cast members or show runners. How easy he could have tweeted for them to knock it off or enjoy your fake ship but leave RP out of it. And not once did he get pulled (being friends with Singer once again saves his talentless ass.) Or reprimanded for his dumb comments or working up his fans.

5.) Gross/idiot. How he stopped caring about the show and Castiel. Even as a non Castiel fan after S7. Even I think Castiel's ending was so disgusting and a lame ending for a once interesting character. But once Misha knew he was *safe* cause of his friendship with Singer. He just stopped trying. His acting got worse and worse (Lucifer!Castiel anyone? Other world nazi Castiel anyone?) And he just wanted to be there even when it didn't make sense. And I don't know if it's true Misha asked for THAT scene in 15x18 or if he had any say in it. But the fact he was happy enough for his character to be all about Dean (even if you ship Destiel or not.) Just shows he didn't care. Pleasing Destiehellers and being able to milk Destiel was more important to him then giving Castiel a good ending. Which makes me feel sorry for the real Castiel fans out there if there are any left.

Just a Horrible person inside and out. Who let alittle bit of fame and attention go completely to his head.

Thanx anon. Hope you don't mind me putting a bunch together but this was easier for me lol.

#ask game #games #anti-Misha

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hoghtastic · 8 months

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Anon:

Wtf are you even talking about🤷‍♀️🙄😂

You are just speculating yourself.

You don’t know Johanne or Alex either. (But you probably think you do. And that they really are your “friends”🙄)

You don’t know how long Alex and Johanne have actually been dating.

You don’t know how “close” Alex is to all of the people that Johanne has been desperate to follow.

You have no idea if Jo has met all of those people “more than once” prior to following them.

No anon, you sound “crazy” and “weird af.” What you are doing is “insane”. Continuing to “defend” 2 people that you don’t even know like your life depends on it is just……………….Continuing to get upset about some anonymous people not liking them is just……………….😬👀🤔🤭🤢 Who cares🤷‍♀️

So you haven’t created a “fake personality” for Johanne? You are “right about everything”? You are just giving us the “facts”🤷‍♀️😆

Girl, it’s ok. We get it. You are just another ass kissing stan🤷‍♀️ You “love” Alex and Johanne. You are living vicariously through them. You are desperate to “defend” them. And you want them to be seen as “victims”.

But please stop using the same lame/boring/laughable/bull**** reasons as to why some people don’t like Johanne. Yes anon, we are all just “jealous” of Johanne and can’t handle that he now has a girlfriend🙄😆 And now you have added the “snooze post” as another reason (along with 2 other reasons that I don’t think you explained). Why do you think the “snooze post” is the “main reason”? Are you serious😆 Johanne has been disliked long before that post. But I think you know that🙄 You are not fooling anyone. You are deliberately trying to reduce everything down to 1 stupid IG post.

And please stop the fake complaining about “respecting Alex’s privacy”🙄 Fans have been posting pics/vids from Alex’s friend’s public & private accounts for years. This is nothing new. Message them if you truly have a problem with it. But I don’t think you really do. You are just trying to find any reason to complain about what is being said on this blog. It’s very obvious. The pic of the back of Alex’s head was posted by one of his friends who has a public IG. And Alex does follow him. Get your “facts” straight. The pic was posted on a few IG fan pages as well. Stop acting like this blog is doing some wrong, new or surprising. Btw, Alex started distancing himself from IG/not posting that much and not allowing random people to tag him anymore in 2019 or 2020. Long before he started dating Johanne and this blog was created. Of course you know that too. But I’m not surprised that you want the narrative to be that Alex doesn’t post that much only because he recently started dating Johanne, this blog and because his fans are so “hateful”.🙄 Girl, this is just embarrassing and pathetic. But nice try🤷‍♀️

Stop reading the blog if you can’t handle it. You are not going to stop people from not liking Johanne, no matter how many asks you send in “defending” Alex and Johanne. Or how many names you call everyone. But you will probably continue. It’s obvious that you and the other stans love it. You all love the attention. And “defending” your “King” & “Queen” . You just can’t control yourselves😂 But that’s ok! We will continue to respond😊😉

Anon to anon. 😉

(Thank you for your input on this matter! 😊 I’d just like to add that whenever they send asks “defending” Johanne, they aren’t even doing a great job… all they say is that people who dislike her are wrong, yet fail to provide reasons as to why we should actually like her… is it just because she’s dating Alex? 😅 Because right now we’ve all seen solid proof of her having some questionable attitudes, but everyone who “defends” and “loves” her can’t contradict them with good things she’s done and/or stood up for, for example. You know, things that would make someone actually like and admire a person? 🤷‍♀️)

#anon asks #anon to anon

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its-taeil-time · 2 years

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Lee Jeno

☁︎ - fluff // ✶ - angst // ☽ - mature

✧ total: 39 ✧

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one-shots

just so you know [21k] ☁︎✶☽

➥ love triangle to polyamory, voyeurism, friends to lovers, ft. jaemin

you’re kinda with jeno, but when you realize his best friend jaemin is in love with you too, well it complicates things

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the dumbing down of love. [12.4k] ☁︎✶

➥ college!au, best friends to lovers

the six times you caught him staring at you, and the one time he caught you.

↳ alternatively: dumb and dumber fall in love.

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fight club [11.9k] ☁︎☽

➥ college!au, fighter!jeno, rich kid!au, strangers to lovers

after park jisung introduces you to his shady after-school activity, you realize it’s far too dangerous to be involved with the underground fight club in any way. their members are rough around the edges—except for lee jeno, who keeps you coming back for more.

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puzzle piece [10k] ☁︎✶☽

➥ (seemingly) human!jeno, omega!reader

“No one knows about him…” Sungchan begins explaining. “Like I said, it’s complicated. Jeno’s…he..”

The two men share a look, falling silent. Yangyang reaches for the door knob first. Pausing as he turns the handle.

“He’s not like the other humans. You just.. you have to see for yourself.”

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i heard a rumor [8.8k] ☁︎✶☽

➥ summer camp!au, enemies to lovers

You hate that the new camp counselor you’re bunking with is Jeno, the “bad boy” that was rumored to have cheated on your best friend in high school. He doesn’t want to room with you either, believing the rumor that you started the rumor that fueled his (fake) cold, heartless reputation. But somehow, everything changes over the summer.

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koi no yokan [8k] ☽

➥ dilf alpha!jeno, omega!reader, a/b/o

“Gross Dad, why are you staring at my teacher like that?” Moon mimics a gagging sound of disgust. Latching onto the end of her fathers leather sleeve with a forceful tug. Having to distribute her weight around to make a small budge at the thick jacket. Inching down only a centimeter on her dads broad shoulders.

The Alpha sporting a languorous smile blinks sheepishly. Patting the top of her tangled hair to steer attention off his favorite piece of clothing. His fingers caught up in the results from an intense game of tag at lunch. “What do you mean by that pup?”

“You’re looking at her exactly like you used to stare at mom.” Moon broadcasts, swatting his hand away from her tender scalp.

“Moon!”

“Dad!”

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10 things i know about you [7.1k] ☁︎

➥ domestic roommate!jeno

there are ten important things you learn about lee jeno during your time in quarantine.

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clueless [6.3k] ☁︎

➥ enemies to lovers

loosely based on the movie clueless (no ex step siblings lol)

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it’s yours [6k] ☽

➥ snake hybrid!jeno, friends to lovers

“One of these matches will have to be successful, Jeno.” You encourage him. Picking up a long sleeved top that would hide the iridescent metallic dark green scales trailing up his forearms.

“They always start successful, until.. you know.” Jeno says shyly, changing into the outfit you’ve chosen for his date tonight. Fitting him with a confused look he nods down. Removing his sweats in exchange for a pair of snug fitted leather pants. “Until we start hooking up, and they run off screaming like I’m about to murder them.”

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7 days [5.3k] ☽

➥ alpha!jeno, omega!reader

what Jeno wants Jeno gets

Day 1: No.

Day 2: Double No.

Day 3: Still No.

Day 4: No?

Day 5: Maybe.

Day 6: Ok.

Day 7: Yes.

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all night long [5k] ☽

➥alpha camboy!jeno, omega!reader

“He’s actually about to start opening packages! You should see how many omega’s actually do send him their filthy slicked up underwear.” You adjust the screen so Jaemin can have a better view.

“You can’t be serious right now..” Jaemin looks around with shifty eyes. “Have..you done..that?”

“No! Gross! I would never! Look- I might be lame, and desperate, and..weird sometimes but I’m not that weird. Besides, it’s too embarrassing..what if he got a whiff of my scent and looked disgusted.” You finish with a frown. Jaemin sighs shaking his head.

“Embarrassing? And this..” he reaches forward, picking up a vile hanging from your lamp. “This Jeno’s Juice isn’t?!? YOU HAVE IT HANGING WHERE EVERYONE CAN SEE!”

“Hey!!” You yank the vile from his hands, clutching it to your chest. “I paid good money for this!”

“Oh believe me! I’ll never forget the day you dropped $100 on gamer boy bath water.”

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mission wingman: failed [4.5k] ☁︎

➥ best friends to lovers

After hearing you whine about not having a boyfriend for what feels like eternity, your best friend, Lee Jeno, finds a new talent in him-- the art of being a wingman. His mission of finding the right one for you doesn’t go as well as he planned, and 3 failed dates later, you finally have enough. In other words, this is a story about the 3 times Lee Jeno offered you a bad date and the fourth time he finally decides to fix it.

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stronger [4k] ☽

➥ alpha!jeno, omega!reader, ft. alpha!jaemin

Request: Jaemin/Jeno with size kink/bulge kink/lactation kink/dacryphilia kink

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sugar daddy galore! [4k]☽

➥ sugar daddy!jeno, ft. sugar daddy!jaemin

you’ve been struggling with choosing the perfect sugar daddy for you. the two candidates, na jaemin and lee jeno, are both vying for your attention. however, you’ve failed to tell them that you’ve been fucking them both while also taking their money. oops.

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it’s your birthday, make a wish [3.8k] ☽

➥ glasses!jeno, stripper!reader

Jeno works hard, too hard. He deserves a night of fun, and you’re going to make sure he gets it.

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white lie [3.7k] ☁︎

➥ hogwarts!au, hufflepuff!jeno

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sugar and spice [2.2k] ☽

➥ sugar baby!jeno, older!reader

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“i’ll take your word for it and no one else’s.” [2.1k] ☁︎

➥ friends to ?

maybe snooping through your friend’s phone wasn’t that much of a good idea. or maybe it was. either way, you didn’t regret it.

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little omega [1.7k] ☽

➥ alpha!jeno with a size kink

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helping hand. [1.7k] ☽

➥ alpha!jeno, omega!reader

after your regular heat partner, donghyuck, flakes on you for your next cycle, your roommate is more than happy to take his place.

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dom antics [1.6k] ☁︎☽

➥ boyfriend!jeno, soft dom!jeno

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“it’s for you.” [1.5k] ☁︎

➥ high school!au, coffee shop!au, (sorta) enemies to lovers

all it took was the heavy rainfall from the sky to clear up your misunderstandings

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double penetration in one hole [1.3k] ☽

➥ boyfriend!jeno, ft. boyfriend!jaemin

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wake up [1.1k] ☁︎

➥ domestic!jeno

just waking up with jeno

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series

my first and last [25k] ☁︎✶☽

➥ tsundere alpha!jeno, omega!reader, a/b/o, enemies to lovers

You have to escape your packs land after a human hunter invasion. The Lee pack becomes your new home. Only one problem, future head alpha Jeno Lee, can’t stand you.

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blurbs/ drabbles

as your roommate ☁︎

what kissing him would taste like ☁︎

being surprised by s/o during practice ☁︎

soft dom bf!jeno ☁︎☽

soft dom!jeno ☁︎☽

soft dom!jeno ☽

glasses dom!jeno ☽

sub!jeno ☽

how experienced he is ☽

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reacts

fake dating ☁︎

platonic kissing ☁︎

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timestamps

[1:58] ☽

[5:45] ☽

#nct #nct au #kpop #nct fanfic #nct jeno #jeno #lee jeno #nct lee jeno #nct dream

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theangiediary · 9 months

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people you'd like to know better tag thank youu @deanwinchesterpregnant @dyed-red

Last song: Outta Time - Natalia Kills (really the whole Trouble album) ((it IS a Dean song btw))

Currently watching: I've been having a weird time with visual media recently. Saw and disliked Barbie*, saw and loved Steel Magnolias. Very casually trying to get through late seasons spn.

Currently reading: Project Hail Mary by Andy Weir. It's good, a little slow. A friend recommended it so I'm trying to get through before I see him in a couple weeks so we can talk about it.

Current obsession: uh. Kink, maybe? Honestly I haven't had a good obsession in a minute, I miss it 😔 but I'm exploring that right now. Went to a waxplay workshop earlier this week, camp later in August (if you're a east coaster and know what I'm talking about... Uh hiii 👀). Getting myself so many presents :)

Tagging: I've seen many moots hit already so taking the lame way out and saying: if you see this, consider yourself tagged!

*Barbie critique (don't read it if you liked the movie ok I'm a hater it will just upset you) ⤵️

It was fine, for an ad. By their own admission Mattel has been struggling as a business, so this- along with the theme park they're building- is to create a "Universe" rather than just physical dolls. The in-movie criticism of Mattel doing things for money doesn't it not true. Look at the sheer volume of collabs, commericals, etc that's happening.

(Same with the "if you want to make this point about not being pretty don't hire Margot Robbie!". Like, cute 🙄. You still did though.)

And as a dyke I was irritated by the treatment of 'weird Barbie'. I had bad vibes from the trailer where Kate offered the Birkenstocks as "truth" and the heels as "ignorance". And the other Barbies calling her "broken" bc she "got played with too hard".... making her only role in Dreamland to "fix" other Barbies while being sooo scary..... ew.

Which leads me to something that really irritates me: people calling this movie "queer"! No! Obviously Weird Barbie (played by a lesbian, and since it relies so heavily on star power/meta it's pretty clear what they were doing) treated poorly, and then Alan.. well. I know some Twitter Gays/Bi love to be "ooh I'm so pathetic and scared 🥺" so great rep for them, but the Kens dance being "homoerotic" after immediately following his rampant misogyny, creepiness/sexualization of Barbie, etc is not, in my opinion, good!

The second half overall was just bad. Ferrera's speech was basic (we've been saying that for 40 years. Happy for you if it you took something from it but did nothing for me). Hated the "Girlbossing through playing a bimbo honeypot" 🙄. Sarcastically grateful that Ken thought the patriarchy was horses otherwise he might have put up a fight! And don't even.. listen I was ready for Barbie not to be Confirmed trans/ace/aro, okay I'm not an idiot, put the final moment being a bait and switch- "is she going to a job interview? NO big bright smile for the gynecologist!" made me so angry. They really said "human womanhood is defined by a pussy 🙂 Please still be pretty, hairless, and happy 🙂". Are you kidding me? #feminism ????

A much better film about womanhood, growing up, and mother-daughter relationships and frankly, queer rep, is Steel Magnolias (1989). Hooo boy. Actually cried. Without spoiling it bc you should watch it, the characters actually had personalities, and conflict, and it felt like you could (and would want to) walk right into Truvy's beauty shop and be part of something. Ouiser was my favorite of course.

#ask games #sorta #not spn #♥️♥️♥️#Spotify

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gnawrden · 10 months

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my main frustrations with tumblr as a twitter import as follows

it has way too many options for organization customization formatting etc. etc. and the amount of thinking i have to do is. more. on twitter i can say "had sex" and like three people will read and go "wow" and it won't mean much but on tumblr it's just not enough?

i spend hours on making blogs pretty and it is not healthy for me. now that i am here after years i feel new to things and suddenly my blog feels not pretty and niche and custom enough. which is not healthy for me.

why does quoting look like that. it's like lame judgemental people have no power on here. have an opinion on something someone else said? ok you're like. in the 12039th tag, or the replies which makes you look like a loser because nobody replies, or you have accidentally had a great opinion that gets reblogged enough for people to actually find it in response to the original post.

in how many ways can one filter reader x character.

what about all the cool mutuals i befriended from two hyperfixations ago. i have to make all my sexy tweets again?? it's like i was never an influencer?? hi! do you know me?! i wrote so much dekubakutodo sex my mutuals muted me until i got into genshin and started writing luckae sex and actually became friends with them

all the muting and blocking i had done on twitter. what do i do when an enemy is on tumblr and we like the same things and i am clueless on them having been cruel in the past.

so what is nsfw policy anyway. what is the etiquette. it will definitely be easier with tags but can tags make you a target of reporting and suspension etc.

i am not familiar with tumblr culture. mutuals feel more distant. i don't know which one of you is which. how is your exam preparation what did you run into today? let me mute away this truckload of favourite character gifs and random photography first... wait that's kinda cute... wait i don't want to mute the whole account... wow cats...

everyone reblogs so much. so much. babe these are six gifs of carla from elite. she's hot but like. i have seen her before

i miss all the asian artists who use twitter. or i should simply say non english speaking, because a majority like no other are english speaking users on tumblr. this is honestly the most serious of my frustrations i am keeping it last because i don't want to ruin the mood but. but. i feel like the small bridge that grew between userbases from different countries is going to take a long time to grow here to the extent it did on twitter. maybe never grow at all.

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waywardnova · 2 years

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About: The True Tale of the Sockburn Worm

So the story can be found in two places. It’s online (here: https://www.silversunbooks.com/post/monsters-masquerades-issue-6) and a print version of the magazine is on amazon (here: https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/1913786323?&linkCode=sl1&tag=josijaff-21&linkId=2297ab50332fcde6cd3f3cf0faed7f8e&language=en_GB&ref_=as_li_ss_tl)

Ok so I may have said I’d write about my other stories over the next few days, but I’m indecisive. So I’m gonna write about my first short story now instead.

So the ‘True Tale of the Sockburn Worm’ was published in issue 5 of Indie Bites which was themed all around monsters and masquerades. When I actually wrote the story I hadn’t planned on publishing it, my original intention had been to just write my weird little stories and show them among my friends. But then I stumbled across Indie Bites on twitter and decided that since the story closely matched the theme of the magazine issue that I should submit it. A few months later I go an email saying it had been accepted! And after a few more weeks a few changes had been made and it was published! I still remember how excited I was to have my very first short story published

But what is the legend of the Sockburn Worm? Spoilers for the story below.

So the ultra short version of the original tale is that an 11th century knight called Sir John Conyers kills a ‘worm’ (otherwise known as a wyvern) who is stalking his families land in Sockburn, County Durham with a falchion. Most retellings then focus on the falchion and how there was a ceremony of the prince-bishops of Durham receiving and then giving back the sword when they were first appointed.

I like that little legend, though I was bothered with the lack of detail given to the fight itself. So I ended up creating a retelling of it from the perspective of Sir John Conyers. In the short story Sir Conyers is an alcoholic man who boasts of his past deeds while chugging pints of beer. We meet him in one such retelling where he gradually gets drunker and gets details wrong, such as the suddenly appearing-and-disappearing Marie. This is all done from the perspective of Sir Conyers speaking directly to the audience.

So the main ‘thing’ of the story is playing around with the standard knights tale by way of an unreliable narrator. The whole point of Sir Conyers is that the reader is never sure when he’s telling the truth. So you’re left doubting the whole of the tale even while he insists that its the truth. I’ll readily admit that it’s not the ‘deepest’ of short stories but I still enjoy the inversion. Though I am pretty biased in favour of it.

The editing process did definitely benefit the story though, with the main two changes being a lame joke being taken out plus the insinuation against the prince-bishop being significantly changed to something tamer.

Looking back on it is strange. I’ve only been writing for 5ish months now, but it feels like I’ve already developed a lot since I wrote this. But I still enjoy it, it’s a more light-hearted piece that’s steeped in the history of my home county.

Also, I have a fun fact about the story. It came around as I stumbled across the Sockburn Worm while looking for folklore creatures of County Durham for a novel idea I had. I still plan on writing that novel, so maybe Sir John Conyers will make a return one day ;)

And so ends all my thoughts on ‘The True Tale of the Sockburn Worm’. For anyone who has read the story, thank you and I hope you enjoyed it (and I hope you read the other stories in the magazine too!)! Also I gotta thank the editor, Asha, who suggested some great changes to the story that made it much better. Hope you all have a great day!

#fantasy #short story #wyvern #sockburn worm #indie bites #fuck the lambton worm #fantasy fiction #just realised I said so way too much #fiction #county durham

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WHY DON'T YOU EVER SLEEP BRIE I WAS BEING GOOD AND NOT SENDING YOU A LONG ASK BUT YOU JUST KEEP POSTING AFTER SAYING YOU'RE GOING TO SLEEP and your posts are making me laugh so much today i adore your existence and that's such a weird thing to say for someone that i didn't even know properly back then FHJDAHJFHJACHJA

also just saw this tag "#I wanted to drop my phone number" and thought you wrote "i wanted to drop my phone" before i noticed number JFHSDHJFDHJAJH??? you are so cute im going to cry

also i HATE THAT I SEE YOUR NAME BRIE?? and last night when i was asking you if you've brien well,,, i accidentally typed bren at first?? anyway now my brain is convinced brie is actually short for br(endon ur)ie AND WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH THAT?

also i felt you on the 52 messages bec i spam people a lot. i would probably spam you if i had the braincells. spamming is so much fun

ok pls sleep now (or don't, i'm not forcing you rhfsghjahjja)

—spn anon

TIME IS A CONSTRUCT. THAT I DONT BELIEVE IN. IF THE SUN ISNT UP I WILL NOT SLEEP THAT IS MY RULE.

I’m jk i just stay up late trying to talk to someone sigh but i think they don’t love me anymore 😫 IM KIDDING. They’re sick.

ARE YOU HAPPY THOUGH I DID GO TO SLEEP AND I JUST WOKE UP OKAY NO WORK MEANS I CAN DO WHATEVER I WANT WOOOOO

Don’t call me cute ✋ you’re kinda crazy for liking my existence IM SO LAME

You caught though damn I AM IN FACT BRENDON URIE. THE PIPELINE FROM PANIC! FANS TO KPOP WAS SO STRONG THAT I GOT SUCKED IN TOO!

No but, actually Brie is not short for my real name, i don’t think I’ve mentioned that before? My real name is ACTUALLY deprived from my dad’s middle name and it’s really unique so you guys would be able to find me faster if you wanted to with it 👀

Alssoooo i only go by Brie these days anyways because people always mess up my real name and then get mad at ME for not correcting them like I DONT CARE WHAT YOU CALL ME if it has a “b” sound with it ILL RESPOND OKAY? So you can call me brendon urie and I’ll respond 🥰

Spamming IS so much fun but I always have immediate regret like I feel like I should make people sign something before they start talking to me so that they know it’s a possibility

I DID 😴 I AM AWAKE NOW. NOT TILL 5AM TODAY THOUGH CAUSE I HAVE WORK TOMORROW

#b: spn days anon #BRO YOU JUST…. get me #that spn shit got us connected for real #FAMILY DOESNT END IN BLOOD 😭

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#IFTTT #Team Name Huddle

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The Jedi

Obi-Wan Kenobi x Reader

Rating: 18+ Word Count: 4.8k Summary: (Direct sequel to this maul x reader fic) After the events of the day you have to reconcile what happened with your master. Obi-Wan for a change expresses himself through actions instead of words Warnings: Master and Padawan relationship (Padawan is of age and I never write with the thought that the master has known them for a long time or since they were not of age), mentions of bruises and bite marks, Fem reader, oral (fem recieving), piv sex, unprotected sex, creampie, inappropriate use of the force Masterlist -- Tags (send an ask or message me if you’d like to be added): @fishswimbetterunderwater @a-dorin @blxwjobsforclones @lynnie51 @katrynec @mistermiraclee @theelvenvalkyrie @crazycatladyjenga @stonegoldsecret-v2 @blackirisposts

You paced around the room aimlessly as you waited for your master to show up, nothing to distract you from your thoughts. You tried to squash down the fear inside you for what lay ahead not wanting to add to your already long list of un-Jedi like behavior from that day. When the sudden noise of a second set of footsteps joined yours you froze. The sounds grew to a thunderous level in your head before silence fell through the room, your back was to the entrance and a pit formed in your gut as you slowly turned around. Obi-Wan stood there in his usual attire, looking as composed as ever and yet as his cerulean eyes took in your form you felt yourself tremble under his gaze. You were the first to break the silence with a quiet, "I'm sorry," not knowing what else to say.

Obi-Wan shifted and took an audible inhale, the breath catching in his chest before he could say anything. His exhale was equally as loud as he shook his head, looking away briefly, your heart was in your stomach as you felt tears gather in your eyes. When his gaze turned back to you he noticeably softened as he called out to you, "Oh no, none of that. Come here darling."

His arms opened and in seconds you were across the room slamming into him and pulling him close to you. Obi-Wan returned your tight embrace one hand coming to grasp the back of your head firmly as he pressed a kiss to the top of your head, his other arm firmly wrapped around your waist. You weren't even aware that you were crying until you gasped for air and Obi pulled away enough that he could cup your face softly. His thumb brushed away your tears as his eyes roamed your face, "It's alright, I'm here, it's ok."

You bit your lip as you took deep breaths mimicking his breathing in an attempt to calm yourself. Once you had stopped your tears Obi-Wan offered you a toothy smile and your eyes darted to his mouth before locking eyes with him.

"You aren't angry with me?" You questioned hesitantly, almost afraid to hear the answer. Obi's countenance darkened for just a second, you would have missed it if you did not know him so well, before switching back to a more neutral look - though he couldn't hide the relief in his eyes.

"No little one, I'm not angry with you. I am relieved that Maul didn't hurt or kill you...I don't know what I would have done." Obi-Wan's admission came a surprise to you, though it was obvious the both of you cared about each other a great deal it wasn't a fact the two of you often discussed. Especially when your feelings for him ran far deeper than a simple master and padawan bond should. You offered Obi-Wan a small smile as he continued, "We can deal with what happened here later, for now let's get you back to the ship."

His words gave you pause as you remembered the whole reason for being on-planet in the first place, for a moment you panicked as you gasped out, "The troopers!"

Obi once again soothed you, his hand slipping down your spine to rub gently at your back, "They're fine, they contacted me when you didn't make contact with them and they all have been picked up and are back on the capital ship. I had come down myself with a few men to look for you when you..."

Trailing off Obi-Wan abruptly pulled away from you, his face red, as he cleared his throat and straightened up, nodding towards the door, "Like I said we can discuss that later. Why don't we go back to the ship for now."

The speeder ride back to the troopers was silent and awkward, as was the ride back to the main ship. Obi was quick to escort you back to your quarters and away from prying ears, something which you were immensely grateful for. When you entered your room there was another spot of silence until both of you were speaking at once, “I don’t know how it happened and I-”

“You moaned my name. Twice.” Obi-Wan’s words intercut with yours and you froze as your brain processed what he was saying. Eyes wide you sputtered for a moment until you managed to spit out a lame, “Yes.”

You could see Obi-Wan’s cheeks reddening through his well groomed beard and you felt your own face heating as well. Looking down at the ground you mumbled, “I did. I- when I heard your voice all I could think about was you and I....”

Trailing off you really hoped he understood what you were going for and didn’t ask you to elaborate. A surprised little ‘oh’ left Obi-Wan’s mouth before he cleared his throat and questioned, “Have you thought about...you and I before those moments?”

You were sure his question was innocent, there was no way Obi-Wan felt the same way you did. He had never shown any outward interest - always the picture perfect Master, however you felt shame rising in you at the sheer amount of times you had thought about Obi in that light. You nodded and heard Obi-Wan take a deep breath before letting out a long sigh, it was then that it all became too much. You didn’t want to hear his rejection of you and you didn’t want to hear another lecture about the ways of the order, and you especially didn’t want to have to talk about having fucked your Master’s worst enemy. Instead you glanced at Obi-Wan muttering, ‘I need a shower,’ and fleeing to the bathroom.

The mirror was finally defogging from your extremely long and probably too hot, but much needed, shower. You stared at your appearance in the mirror, fingers brushing over the faint bruises blossoming on your hips, only just noticeable, before you tugged your underwear up. The room was hot from your near scalding shower but you pulled a spare undershirt over your body anyway. Your fingers lingered on your neck, 3 large marks decorating the skin there and you sighed lightly. The shirt did little to conceal the marks and so you tugged on the robe you had thrown on the floor earlier, pulling it tight around your body. A knock on the door startled you from your thoughts and you responded with a short “Come in.”

Attempting to find something to busy yourself with you found yourself picking at imaginary dirt from under your fingernails. Obi-Wan’s call of your name had your eyes darting to meet his in the mirror. Your breath hitched at his face etched with worry.

“Are you sure your alright little one? I-I know you said you were alright but it would make me feel better if I could check you for injuries myself.”

Your eyes hardened for just a second, fully prepared to say no, but the pure desperation you found in his eyes had you giving in. Giving him a short nod you whispered, “go ahead,” so quietly Obi-Wan nearly missed it. Looking down at the floor you slowly turned to face him, his hands landed on your arms trailing down to lace fingers with you. A soft squeeze had you finally glancing up to meet Obi’s eyes. Though just moments ago looking him in the eye had seemed terrifying now that your gaze locked with his it was the only thing convincing you that everything was going to be alright.

You were the one who unclasped your robe, shrugging it off your shoulders and allowing it to fall to the ground again. Obi-Wan’s breathing stuttered as he caught a glimpse of your neck, his fingers immediately hovering over the marks almost touching them. His hands dropped quickly as he seemingly realized they were made by Maul’s mouth and a displeased look covered his face. Obi’s eyes trailed down your body and his hands settled on the hem of your shirt. When you gave him a slight nod his palms began sliding up your shirt baring your upper thighs to him, once the shirt made it over your hips he paused. Blue eyes picked up on the faint marks on your hips and his fingers brushed over your left side causing a small hiccup in your breathing as your face heated at his tender touch. Obi-Wan’s eyes darted to your face and he whispered out, “Does that hurt little one?”

You nodded and Obi-Wan started to bend down as if he was going to examine it further until you spoke, “It’s not necessarily the bad kind of hurt though. It’s uh, more just sore.”

You offered, not wanting him to trouble himself over something so insignificant. However Obi-Wan continued his path downwards and as he settled on his knees in front of you a teasing glint entered his eyes as he questioned, “So, you don’t want me to kiss it better?”

Your jaw dropped at his brazen words, face burning hot as a squeak escaped you. Swallowing deeply you glanced down at your master while he stared expectantly up at you, waiting for a response. You nodded again though all that earned you was a slight head tilt and you pouted lightly realizing that you would actually have to admit what you wanted. Taking a deep breath your hand reached over to cup his cheek, fingers brushing through his scruff lightly as you breathily requested, “Kiss it better, please Obi-Wan.”

Your words came out a bit more sensually than you had planned but with the way Obi-Wan’s eyes darkened you couldn’t find it in you to care. Obi’s eyes trailed back down to his target, a spot just above where your panties ended, and suddenly he was pressing forward and placing a hot open mouthed kiss the the bruised area. A gasp flew from you as Obi-Wan suckled lightly at the affected area, sending a pleasurable shiver down your spine. His tongue lapped gently in between sucking and experimentally he nipped at the area causing a startled yelp to fill the room. As Obi-Wan made his way down the area, beard scratching at your stomach and leaving your hips to buck unconsciously, his hands slid to your ass - groping firmly. His mouth made its way to hover just over your clothed and absolutely soaked pussy. Taking a moment Obi-Wan looked up at you once again as he cooed out, “And what about here, darling? Are you sore here too?”

Truth be told you were sore from the thorough fucking that you had received from the former sith lord but there was a part of you that was aching for this so strongly that you couldn't hold back any longer. Gliding your hands to your panties you grasped the edges and pulled them off, muttering sweetly, “I bet you could make my cunt feel so much better Obi-Wan, it’s aching for you.”

Obi audibly choked at your words, his hands settling on your thigh as he guided your legs open and exposed your slick swollen lips to him. A low groan slid from his throat as he took in just how soaked you were for him and you caught the way his tongue darted out to wet his lips. Moments later it was you who was letting out a groan as Obi-Wan flattened his tongue and licked a broad stroke up your lips, catching on your clit and causing your legs to tremble. Repeating the motion Obi took in your taste, your freshly bathed scent, everything about you that he could take in he did - desperate for every part of you. As he repeated the long lick a third time his hands squeezed your thighs gently and before you knew it Obi-Wan was diving in, lapping and sucking at your clit like a man starved. You cried out, partially in surprise partially in pleasure, and your hand buried in his hair as bliss shot through your body.

Your hips canted towards him unconsciously, enraptured with the pleasure you were receiving and delighting in the way his scruff rubbed against you. The way you continually ground against his face along with the perfect little whimpers and whines you were causing Obi-Wan to harden, cock swelling with need, desperate for you. As he continued his ministrations one of his hands left your thigh to grasp at his aching length over his pants, needing some form of contact. When his hand left you, curiously you had looked down and you could immediately tell what was going on.

Your breath hitched and though Obi had worked you up so close to reaching your peak you decided there was another place you’d rather cum. Reaching down you tugged lightly on his hair urging him away from your dripping lips with a cry of his name to draw his attention to you. His dazed expression almost tipped you right over the edge - his beard and lips glistening with your juices, the way his tongue darted out to clean his lips, and the way he stared up at you like you held all the stars in the galaxy. A breathless smile covered your face as you guided Obi to stand again and crashing your lips together once again. His arms were wrapped around you in and instant, pulling you close as if he were worried you would disappear. You could taste your tang on his lips and on his tongue when you parted your lips for him, the taste combined with his causing you to whimper into his mouth. When you finally broke apart with a soft moan you trailed your hand down to stroke his cock as you pleaded, “Please fuck me, Obi.”

A deep pleased rumble left Obi-Wan’s chest and he captured your hand to tug you out of the bathroom to the small bed within your quarters. Sitting down on the bed he tugged you onto his lap, legs on either side of his thighs and your cunt just barely brushing his bulge. Obi kissed you soft and sweet this time while your hands made quick work of undoing his breeches to tug his thick length out. As you hands brushed against his cock Obi-Wan let out a strangle sort of groan as his head jerked back, eyes squeezing shut for just a moment. His reaction had your lips parting before curving into a soft smirk and you ran your fingers up and down the length of his rigid dick, eyes watching his reactions intently wanting to commit each one to memory. After a particularly needy gasp of your name you took mercy on your master and lined his tip up with your entrance, your hips brushed back and forth slightly, coating his tip in your juices before you sank down onto him. The first few inches took your breath away and you could tell Obi-Wan was feeling it too as his hands landed firmly on your hips. You let out a small hiss as his hands squeezed over the bruised areas and quickly he relocated his hands to your waist with an apology. Your hands landed on his shoulders and you gave them a squeeze as you whispered out, “It’s alright Obi-Wan.”

Taking a few deep breaths you raised yourself up slightly before sinking back down onto the hard cock below you, taking a little more of him into you each time you repeated the motion. When you felt like you could take him all you allowed yourself to sit hard on his length and he bottomed out deep within you. Your walls fluttered hard around him as you nuzzled into his neck, smothering the moans that flew from your mouth. Obi’s hands tightened as he breathed out your name and swearing seconds later when you clamped down on him. As you adjusted to the feeling you slowly started to grind your hips against his, whimpering while his cock brushed up against your most sensitive spots. Gasps filled the air as both of you took in the pleasure and you leaned back in order to start bouncing on Obi-Wan’s length.

Your Master guided you, using his hands to help you keep your rhythm, and this time he was burying his face in your neck. He left light kisses and gentle nips over the areas where Maul’s teeth had bruised, soft and gentle where Maul was rough. Obi-Wan didn’t seek to mark you as his only to soothe and comfort, he hoped to let you know that it was alright and that he still loved you despite what had happened. His softness had your walls clenching at every brush of his beard and every time his lips touched your neck, it was all so overwhelming you found you were barely able to keep your pace. Obi-Wan must have sensed your struggle as he lifted you off of him, despite your protests, in order to lay you down on the bed below him. Settling in front of you he lined back up with your entrance while your legs wrapped around his hips - urging him forward. A light laugh filled the air as Obi-Wan smiled down at you and teasingly chided, “Patience, little one.”

You couldn’t help the pout that covered your lips until Obi-Wan leaned forward to kiss it away. You giggled softly against his lips, unable to stay annoyed with him especially when he was kissing your thoughts away. His hand that wasn’t holding his weight found the edge of your shirt and slid under it, forging a path up your stomach and sternum before settling on your breasts. Gasping as Obi-Wan’s lithe fingers tweaked at your nipple he took the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth while you arched your back below him. In the midst of this Obi’s hips finally relented and his cock prodded at your entrance before you reached down to angle him properly so as he shifted forward his cock pushed into your depths.

Your cunt clenched around his tip desperate for more and Obi-Wan was happy to oblige, pressing forwards as he he broke apart from your lips to sit up straight. His hips thrust forward the rest of the way until his hips were flush with yours and you were both sighing in pleasure. You whimpered under him and bucked your hips with a soft cry of his name, Obi-Wan smiled down at you as his hips dragged backwards. The slow pull of his cock against your sensitive entrance had you whining below him as your hips chased after his only to loudly cry out when his hips snapped forward again. He repeated these slow drags and quick thrusts for several long minutes until you were writhing beneath him, babbling and pleading for more. Obi-Wan teased until a cry of, “Master, Please!”, left your lips and he finally caved.

Your words had him growling out your name as his hips sped up to a steady rhythm, the sounds of him dicking you down filling the air. His grip on your waist tightened slightly as his cock pounded away and you were shocked by the fast pace he had set. You had expected Obi-Wan to want to take things slow but after all the buildup it seemed he was as desperate for you as you were for him. His grip on your waist had pulled your shirt tight against your body showing off the way your tits bounced on every thrust into your slick cunt. Obi’s eyes were trained on them and his hips sped up as he adjusted his grip, one hand fisting your shirt to keep it tight while his other grabbed one of your tits. Squeezing softly he ran his thumb over your peak, quickly finding your nipple and rolling it between two fingers, causing it to stiffen and for a squeak to fly from your lips. Your hand shot down to your clit as a deep thrust hit something that had you seeing stars and your orgasm fast approached while Obi toyed with your nipples. Panting your fingers rubbed tight circles on your clit until both your arms were wrenched over your head and pinned there by unseen hands. Obi-Wan’s use of the force had your walls tightening around him as he growled out, “Let me take care of you little one.”

His hand which had been wrapped in your shirt slid down your tummy to find your clit, mimicking you movements and rubbing in tight circles that had you crying out for more. Your hips bucked in time with his thrusts as his cock slammed into you over and over. You were so close to tipping over the edge and your eyes met Obi-Wan's as you simpered out, “Obi, please I’m so close. I need you Obi.”

Shifting his weight his pace slowed as his arm slid under your body to grasp at the back of your neck and he leaned down, his chest pressing into yours as his lips captured yours. His adjusted position allowed him to press deeper into your tight cunt, once again brushing up against your g-spot and hitting it consistently on each thrust. He swallowed down your cries as you tipped over the edge, pussy spasming and clenching around his length, his fingers working you through the orgasm. Your chest expanded as you wiggled below him, pressing the two of you together impossibly close, and you whined into his mouth as his fingers continued toying with your clit, prolonging your pleasure. Muttering a protest against his lips at the overstimulation you were silenced by him pulling back just enough to whisper, “It’s alright darling, I have you. You can give me one more, I know you can do it my good girl.”

His words sent a heavy aftershock through your body and your walls fluttered much to Obi-Wan’s delight as he let out a light moan. His slow, sensual pace continued and your cunt squeezed constantly around his length as the stimulation on your little bundle of nerves got to be too much. Your hands clenched, fingers digging into your palm, as you attempted to smother your noises as they grew in both frequency and volume the closer you got to your second orgasm. As Obi slammed into you particularly hard you couldn’t hold back the blissed out noise that slipped between your lips as your eyes unfocused for a brief moment. Obi-Wan repeated the motion causing the same reaction as you lost yourself in the pleasure, Obi grunting as you clamped down on him.

“You like that little one? Want me to fuck you like that until you cum for me darling?” He questioned, continuing the same motion and increasing his speed without waiting for a response. Though it was just as well since you were fairly incapable of responding to him as your eyes glazed over and you cried his name out as you were swept up in your second release. As if determined to blind you with pleasure Obi’s fingers sped up against your clit, rubbing furiously and causing your whole body to tighten - spiraling higher and higher until it was all too much and your body went limp. You felt a rush of liquid as you gushed around his thick cock and the obscene squelching noise that filled the air as your Master fucked you through your orgasm caused an embarrassed moan to escape you. The slick tickled at your clit and soaked his fingers, which he finally removed from your aching nub, and you whimpered when you felt it slide down your asshole to land on the bed. At the feeling your weak cunt clenched and Obi thrust a few more times, until he stilled deep within you as he reached his own peak. His cum shot out in ribbons, painting your walls and filling you up more than you thought possible. As he came inside you up his grip on your hands through the force faltered and your arms were free, instantly clinging to his shoulders as soon as you realized you could move, tugging him to you for a soft kiss.

The two of you lay together for a long moment, him nuzzling into your neck and you laying there thoroughly exhausted as you stroked his hair gently, arms still wrapped around his shoulder. Obi-Wan was the first to move with a regretful groan as he separated from your heat, you flinched as he withdrew and for the second time in 24 standard hours you felt cum sliding from your sated pussy. A whimper left you but you were far to exhausted to do anything about it, not even noticing that Obi-Wan had disappeared to grab a warm damp cloth along with a meal bar and water. Having removed his outer layers he came back with just his undershirt and underwear on as he knelt by the edge of the bed. Tenderly he moved your legs so he could clean up the mess of your combined cum in slow gentle strokes. When he was finished he helped you sit up in order to eat and drink, sliding back onto the bed behind you and his arms winding around you waist. You eased back into him with a contented sigh and he accepted your glass and trash, laying them on the floor, when you were finished. The two of you maneuvered until you were comfortable, Obi-Wan laying on his back with an arm tugging you close while you used his chest as a pillow and pressed yourself to his side. After all the recent events your brain was running a mile a minute and yet you could barely keep your eyes open. Drowsily you went to ask Obi-Wan a question but all you got out was his name before your eyes fluttered shut. That last thing you heard before drifting off was, “Just rest now sweet little one, I’ll be here when you wake.”

It was dark. Pitch black, and yet someone else was there - you could sense them. Cautiously spinning around you attempted to peer through the darkness to no avail. Your hand reached unconsciously for your lightsaber only to find it missing and you tensed. Finally something broke the silence, a recognizable deep angry low growl that sent a shiver down your spine.

“You’ve been very bad my little Jedi. Such a little slut you let your Master fuck you not even a day after I did. Do you really have such a greedy cunt?” The voice seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at the same time and you spun trying to locate him. You could feel your annoyance at the Sith build as he refused to show himself until you froze as his golden eyes glowed at you in the darkness. You had to bite back a whimper as he stalked towards you, a mix of arousal and anger filling you. His voice echoed towards you, reverberating off of nothing in a way that had you quivering, “Don’t worry my little whore, the next time I see you...I’ll make sure you get what you need.”

In a sudden flurry of movement he was inches from you, his hand pulling your head back harshly as his teeth bared in a fierce scowl, “I’ll have to remind you that you belong to me.”

A yelp flew from your lips at the unexpected closeness and suddenly you were shooting forward, sitting up quickly. Blinking blearily you tried to regain your bearings as you looked around for Maul frantically. It wasn't until a sleep filled call of your name met your ears that you convinced yourself it was just a dream. Obi-Wan’s hand met your spine as he called to you again and you turned to meet his furrowed brow and concerned blue eyes. Smiling you nodded with a whisper of, “Just a bad dream, that’s all.”, before you allowed him to pull you back down to him. Nuzzling into his chest you allowed yourself to relax as you repeated softly, “It was just a dream. Just a dream.”

Maul’s piercing yellow gaze bore into the ceiling above his bed. A smirk tugged at his lips, he had never planned on fucking you again - figuring he would use you against Kenobi the next time he found you, and then disposing of you. But now? Now that he knew your Master had feelings for you it was going to be so much more delicious to ruin you for him. He groaned as he felt his cock twitch as recalled all the depraved things you and he had done last time before thinking of all the things he was going to do to you the next time he found you. Maul’s eyes slid shut as his hand wrapped around his aching length, for now he’d just have to be content with his own imagination.

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