#We're-- we're... b-burning it...!?

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[jackals-ships]

okay yeah emotions machine Definitely Fucked bc i also started thinking too hard about having friends and i

[bishonenspit]

fix it fics are fundamentally lacking in flavour whenever anyone on this site does them bc it is always some domestic bliss type shit with zero consideration taken for the characters and their development whatsoever

[ma-lark-ey]

Update on the rewrite for those keeping up:

the original title scheme I've been using (it's just our bringing up, a social disease, feckless friggin' dissappointments) is Gee, Officer Krupke from West Side Story, because it's a Floor 19 coded song & originally this fic was. a silly funny haha (crazy I thought it would be lighthearted. I'm a fool)

however, in the rewrite process, that title feels less & less fitting for the series/story, so introducing our new title:

The Law of the Conservation of Mass

Why? Well, because I'm a fucking chem nerd, that's why.

But to elaborate further; I feel there's a lot of very poetic potential in Magnus' atheism & chemistry and the intersection of the two. At Natalie's funeral, when he's sitting at the top of the trail and seeing her off, his inner monologue dives into this law & how it helps him cope with the loss. Because LCM states that no matter will ever be created or destroyed, only moved and reformed. Therefore, the matter & atom that Magnus knew as 'Natalie Chase' is still existing, it's just somewhere else now. It's doing a new job.

I've also toyed with the idea of having the various arcs divided & also titled after various scientific laws (i.e Magnus' recovery arc being named 'Newton's First Law of Motion'. Alex's arc being named either Newton's Third Law of Motion or the Irresistable Force Paradox. You get the picture), but that'll have to wait until after I've figured out the the timeline

[butchviking]

hey anyone know any good pride playlist songs? burn bright & not that kind of girl go without saying but i need some other tunes 2 get me hyped up before i go out tomorrow 🏳️‍🌈🏳️‍🌈

[cupcakedieabetes]

Speedrunning romance Part 2

"It seems so weird looking at him giggling." Steph muttered, "But understandable too."

Jason kept on giggling as he texted his phone, having gotten the boy's number.

"Yeah, I would have kissed him in the mouth for having done Joker, but too bad Jason got to him first." Barbara sighed.

"By the way, you haven't said anything much, Damian." Tim looked to Damian, who was quietly reading a book.

"What else is there left to say?"

All of them were ignoring Dick and B arguing with a Jason who wasn't listening shit to them. Dick was defending Jason while Bruce was protesting about Jason going after a guy who killed Joker.

"What do you mean by that?" Steph looked at Damian, who sighed, as if it was common sense.

"Jason was given the head of his enemy, a fitting gift if one should want to court him." Damian replied.

PING!

All of them looked at their phones for the notification. Jason seemed to have posted something online.

Jason Todd: Does anyone have a good recommendation for a taxidermist?

"Jason!" Bruce scolded him.

"What? Was I just supposed to keep his head in a cooler?" Jason argued.

Almost immediately, there were multiple recommendations, and taxidermists jumped at the opportunity to taxidermy the Joker's head.

Many people also wanted to watch the process and clamoured for a live stream.

"Should I learn taxidermy, too?" Tim muttered, which made Steph snort.

"Tim!" Bruce scolded him next.

Then, Alfred came in with a display case.

"Master Jason, could I recommend using this glass dome to display the head?"

Many cheered when it was revealed. Damian approved of it as it was a beautiful glass case.

"Also, a package for you arrived." Alfred handed Jason a package with multiple 'fragile' marks stamped around the package.

Jason curiously inspected it and picked up the letter addressed to him.

Hey, So. Uh. This is the heart. I wasn’t sure if you wanted it, but since I already gave you the head, I thought it might feel incomplete without the rest. Not all the rest, obviously — just the important part. Well, I guess the second-most important part, after the head. I put it in a jar of preservatives, but if you want to do something else with it, sorry. Anyway, I thought maybe you'd want to do something with it. Bury it. Burn it. Play football with it. I don’t know. But the jar is really sturdy, and I tested it with a jackhammer. I guess what I’m trying to say is… I remembered what he said when he thought I was you, and I didn’t like it. So now he won’t anymore. Hope this helps. Danny

Jason just

Swoons

He buried his face in his hands and screamed into them. The others clamoured behind him to read what was in the letter, passing it around for everyone to read.

Steph whistles.

"That's the most awkwardly romantic thing I have ever seen."

Cass nudged Jason to open the package quickly. She looked up at him in anticipation.

Damian just plucked the package and opened it, revealing a heart sitting in a jar of preservatives. He held the heart high above his head to present it to everyone.

"Jason..." Dick sniffled, arms going around Jason tightly who for once let it happen.

Bruce looked at the scene and then sighed. He couldn't be angry at how relieved everyone felt upon Joker's death. He came up to Jason and reached out to squeeze Jason's shoulder. His son, who died at the hands of Joker.

He was so glad that he was able to see him grow up so big.

"I will be paying very handsomely to the taxidermist. You just have to choose who you feel is the best." He murmured.

Tim already stole his wallet from the back of his pocket to take out a card.

"We're using his BLACK CARD!!!" Tim yelled, presenting the card into the air.

Steph wrestled him for the card, and both of them dropped to the ground.

Alfred just side-stepped them to help Dick and Jason to screen for a good taxidermist.

Cass, Barbara, and Damian were just looking at the heart in awe, and they started discussing where the best place is to display both the heart and the head.

Bruce looked at his family. He supposes he should approve of Danny, as this was the first time in so long that everything was peaceful.

"I'M GOING TO MARRY HIM!!!"

Perhaps not....

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[no1blacksapphirefan]

What if we mix up a few of the previous asks about the Self Aware CookieRun Kingdom AU, Hmm? And by this I mean: What if instead of the player being jealous of the cookies, the cookies are jealous of us with whatever media we're paying attention to while we idly play their game?

Example: I keep putting CRK in the background while I play other games on my Nintendo Switch b/c I hate waiting for things to produce in this game. I just wanna make enough resources to feed into the Wish Tree and Bear Train, but noooooo... Every item that they need takes a minimum of like, four hours to produce. And yes, I know I could just close the app and wait, but I like collecting other resources while I wait. So as the things that take multiple hours to literal days to craft are cooking, I play Hello Kitty Island Adventure, ignoring all of my little cookies and only occasionally looking down to refill my cue for sugar cubes and cake logs and jellies and all that other nonsense before getting right back to what really matters to my gaming life at the moment: becoming best friends with Sanrio characters.

So I would like to imagine all of my favorite cookies are trapped in mines and factories crafting enough resources so I can continue playing THEIR game stress free just to look up beyond the screen to see me having the time of my life becoming besties with a bunch of cutesy mascot characters on an island of fun and adventure. You can't tell me they wouldn't be at least a little jealous.

I do this a bit too, usually when Im farming like bounties or such. Let them auto as I concentrate on something else. I can tots see some being jealous though, especially if they're just stuck doing their victory pose till you realise they finished their job

Shadow Milk Hey! HEY!! Look at him, pay attention to him. He is so much better than whatever you're playing, you can't just leave him to cut wood for you and only pay attention when he needs to do more.

He wants your attention, almost craves it. He won't fully admit that though. He won't even admit he's jealous that you're happily playing a different game, oh he could keep you better entertained if you just looked at him. Let someone else cut the wood and he'll put on such a fantastic performance for you that any other would look like jokes...just look at him for more then a second please or else he'll be sulking once you finally log off the the day.

Black Sapphire He’s annoyed, but he has ideas on how to get up ur attention back, I mean being a radio show host he needs to be entertaining after all. But if those attempts don’t work he might make a loud sound come from your phone, something that’ll draw your attention to even for a moment but not let you realise it was him.

Like a screech of sorts as if your audio is distorting. He doesn’t mind making whatever you wish but at least give him some attention, especially since he’s been working so hard

Burning Spice Oh how he wants to throw his axe at that other device. You’ve been paying such happy attention to him, why stop now?? Just because you need some sugar cubes??? You’re lucky he likes you and wants to see you smile. He knows breaking that other device will surely upset you but than again…

He can make you happier, he promises!! Just lay off it for a few seconds and let him fight in the arena, let him hear the sweet praises you give him as he does the finishing move after you thought it was a loosing battle. He could never disappoint you. Just have your eyes on him. Though he wants to he won’t break the other device even if he figured out how…not yet anyways…don’t make it a habit

Black Forest She loves you so much please look at her. You’re who she wanted to marry, the witch she chose. Even if you’re technically not. She’s been doing a good job you know!! Tending to those sheep so you have such nice fluffy clouds.

At least praise her as she gets back to work but oh she doesn’t mind…well she does, shd feels the growing jealousy as your eyes and attention is on a different game. You really like befriending those sweet animals don’t you? Maybe if she convinces the other cookies, she can make it similar!! Surely you’ll stay longer though right? She doesn’t want to feel like you care more for that game.

Pure Vanilla he knows it’s nothing, that you still love the game and you just need to pay attention to something else but he can’t help the growing jealousy as he works tirelessly during Alliance, only having your attention briefly when you’re moving onto the next difficulty, or when you need him to farm that level again.

He feels bad, especially when he realises he wants you to stop play on that game. He tries to remind himself you still love him but seeing you giggle as you play your other game makes him upset, not at you specifically, he doesn’t even know who he’s mad at. He just wants your attention back on him. He’ll be happy for days when you turn back and happily tap on him like you usually do though

[colorisbyshe]

I just came across a tweet saying that Aaron Bushnell--the man who burned himself to death while yelling Free Palestine until he couldn't anymore--will be "in the history books" and that phrase has been coming up a lot. And it chafes me every time I read it, every time I hear it.

Cause, a. no, a lot of this won't be in the American history books. American atrocities, especially those overseas but even those against American people (especially American people of color), don't go in the literal history books. Or the figurative ones. Most American atrocities are wiped from the collective memory... sometimes as soon as they happen. They go unreported (like the first person to self immolate to protest this genocide), they go erased, they go whitewashed, they go falsely recontextualized, and they get twisted into pro-America sentiment--we were right for those atrocities, we were wrong for them but we learned, we didn't learn from it but we felt bad about it and should be comforted for that soreness.

And b. is harder to verbalize but I'm gonna try. It feels... performative in the literal sense. Like we only value what is happening today out of deference for how people in the future will perceive it. We aren't doing anything to change anything NOW, to care about other people NOW, but so that one day... we'll be remembered a caring. Like this man killed himself as gesture, as a move for his legacy.

And I see this phrase--"this will be remembered in the history books"--whipped out in extremely horrific contexts. A child's dead body hanging off a wall, "oh, this will be in the history books." What does that even mean? Was her death worth the historical context? Was it necessary to embellish the horror of it all?

Would the people reading these hypothetical history books not get the wrongness of the genocide without the death of a little girl that you're using as... window dressing?

It just seems so weirdly self satisfied. Like you're eager to note you just witnessed a real moment that people will remember decades from now. When... a lot of people won't which is what is so tragic. A lot of people don't even know it's happening right now.

Because, again, it's not being reported. And when it is being reported it's not being reported honestly.

I'm not saying this well but it just feels like such a gross reaction to things we're seeing in real time.

Why does it have to matter later to matter now? Why is the hypothetical reaction of a history book reader the thing you think about?

A lot of people won't live to read those "history books" because people, right now, aren't doing anything to help them.

[witherby]

If the last fic takes place before the Batfam knew about Conners existence, I just wanna see Mouse explain to them that a Superman cosplayer saved them lol

I love that. "Yeah some cosplayer saved my life. 10/10 would let him do it again."

Littlest Wayne: Information Gathering

Masterlist is Here!

"You and Superman need to come straight to the Cave when you return to Earth."

"I miss you, too, babe," Hal smirks, gliding just above the ground on a planet he and Clark are guarding for a major diplomatic conference. "Tryna get the debrief out of the way so we can get me out of by boxer briefs right after?"

"Mouse was in a hostage situation in Metropolis today that was too overcast for them to get out of."

Hal's good mood plummets. He almost shouts for Clark to get his ass over to him so they can immediately head back.

"Are they —"

"Alive, and relatively unharmed considering the severity of the event."

"What does relatively mean in this context, B?" Hal snaps. "Relatively unharmed by vigilante standards or by civilian standards? Are they in the hospital?"

"Some bad bruising to the temple and a low-grade burn on the right arm. They're safe."

Bruce's calm tone and steady cadence helps relax Hal. His shoulders un-tense and he lets out a sigh.

"Alright. But there's more to it, otherwise you wouldn't have contacted me."

Bruce hums in that quiet way he does when he's pleased by Hal's deductive reasoning. It makes him smile and miss him that much more, and he's only been gone two days.

"They were rescued by a new Meta. Called himself Superman."

"Look at you, crackin' jokes on an official League line. Never thought I'd see the day!"

"..."

"You're not joking. There's a second Superman flying around?"

"A Superboy, by the looks of it. He's the real deal — the flight, the strength, and the suit all points to another Kryptonian. This will make three, after Supergirl."

Hal furrows his brow. He lets his feet hit the ground and starts to pace, kicking up little bits of purple dirt. This planet is ridiculously fragile. It's part of the reason he and Clark are protecting it during these peace talks.

"Is it a baby? Don't remember either Kara or Lois looking pregnant."

"A teenager. Around Mouse's age, by the looks of him, and very inexperienced from what scattered footage I can find of the event."

"Which makes no sense. There's something up if he's a teen but still can't use his powers right. Supes told us he could hone his almost perfectly before he was old enough to drive a car. A new scheme by Luthor or Waller, maybe?"

"I knew I married you for a reason."

"Keep praising me like that and there won't be time for a debrief when I get home."

Bruce hums again. His considering sound. The Green Lantern suit feels very constricting, all of a sudden.

"You don't need to rush your mission to get back. There is one more thing you need to know prior to return, however."

"I'm all ears."

"Mouse described the Superboy as... handsome."

Hal falls to his hands and knees, kicking up a small cloud of purple dust.

"No, no, nooo! They're just a baby!"

"Well. They're seventeen."

"Well I say they're too young for romance! Yesterday they were afraid of Cooties!!"

"Time flies. It's inevitable."

"We're gonna wrap these peace talks up tonight."

Bruce sounds amused on the other end of the line, like he hasn't just crushed Hal's entire world three sentences ago.

"You aren't due back for another week."

"We're wrapping it up tonight!"

"Okay. Agent A will know to set your plate tomorrow."

"Can he make some of those mini quiches? I'm gonna need comfort food to get over this."

"I'll pass the request along."

"And can you wear the see-through robe you were given after you shot that Dior commercial?"

"...if you slick back your hair, yes."

Hal grins. He's still not happy about his youngest kid growing up so fast, but this is a nice consolation prize.

--

True to his word, Hal and Clark get the peace talks concluded by nightfall and head back to Earth. Clark is given the general run-down of what happened on the way, and his curiosity and insistence on getting answers lets Hal know it'll be a long night. He's gonna slick his hair back anyway. He misses his husband, dammit.

You sit at the meeting table in the Bat Cave, feet propped on top exactly like Jason does it, with your hands stuffed in the pockets of your hoodie. You stare groggily at Hal and Clark as they fly in from their trip, shuffling to your feet to give them both sleepy hugs.

"Welcome back," you yawn. "Dad said you have questions?"

"Hey, Mousey," Hal grins, ruffling your hair. You grumble and wave his hand away, then grumble louder when Clark does the exact same thing. "Just got some follow-up questions about the field trip, then we'll let you get back to bed."

You go back to your seat and slump into it, rubbing your eyes. "Kay."

"Did the boy you met tell you his name?" Clark asks, sitting to your right. There's a dossier sitting on the table that he flips open, glancing over the information Bruce collected with Tim's help. He frowns at a still image pulled from his interview on TV.

"Just called himself Superman," you explain. "He had a version of your suit on. It looked legit. I'm guessing he's not your son, based on the way you're looking at the file."

"He is not. Did he seem to be acting maliciously or under someone's control? Was he flesh and blood or robotic?" Clark asks. "Did he hurt anyone? Did he try to hurt you?"

"No," you say, "he was warm. He's flesh and blood and definitely saved us from that fire. In fact he seemed...uh.."

You wave your hand around vaguely and pick over the best way to phrase this.

"Okay! There's a boy at school named Rory. He transferred to Gotham Academy this year after being homeschooled."

"Mousey," Hal speaks up, "I know you're tired, but we kinda gotta stay on track —"

"I am!" You insist. "I am, I swear. Look, it was obvious Rory was homeschooled because he didn't know how to, like, socialize properly? He asked a lot of questions that feel like common-sense if you're used to going to public schools and talking to people outside your family. The Superman cosplayer kind of acted like that."

"Cosplayer?" Clark mouths at Hal, who waves him off.

"So you think he's never been out there doing any hero stuff before that day?"

You shrug and nod. "I think he's never been out at all before that day. He reminded me a lot of Rory on his first day of school."

"But he didn't hurt you?" Hal asks.

"I promise, he didn't. He spoke to me like twice and then brought me to the EMTs to get looked at. Then Jason showed up and brought me home after making sure the school knew I wouldn't be taking the bus back from Metropolis."

"Last question," Clark promises, recapturing your attention. "Can you find him right now? With your shadows?"

"Uh, I can try."

Your gaze becomes a little distant. The shadows cast from one of the overhead lights shifts and dissolves into the ground, zipping out of the cave. Hal and Clark wait silently as you work, feeling for the presence of the boy that saved you just a day before.

"... M e t r o p o l i s..." You mutter, voice taking on that faint, echoing quality it does whenever you speak through the darkness. "...A r o o m...c o n c i o u s...k n o w s I s e e..."

"Come back, Mouse," Hal says, urgent. You take a moment to get your bearings, yawning and rubbing your face. "He knows you used your power to find him?"

You nod. "He saw my shadow move in the corner of his room. Guys, it's so bare and dark. He's got a cot, an alarm clock, and one blanket in there. It looks like some room you'd stick a sick person in to quarantine them."

"Where in Metropolis is he? That doesn't sound like the Solitary Confinement cells in the prison."

"It's not a jail. It looked like a lab, I think?"

"Lex Luthor," Hal and Clark state at the same time. Clark stands up, drawing you into another gentle hug, then heads for the exit.

"Thank you for your help, Mouse! Sleep well."

"Bye, uncle Clark. Have a good night," you call after him. When Hal stands, you rise with him, stretching. "Can I go to bed, now?"

"Yeah, hon," Hal nods, pressing his hand to your back and guiding you to the stairs. "We'll head up together. I'll tell your dad what we learned when he comes back from patrol."

"Kay," you mumble, climbing the steps with another wide yawn. "M'sleeping in tomorrow. Being up at two am sucks."

Hal chuckles. "Yeah, it does. We'll put your breakfast in some Tupperware for when you get up, then."

Once the two of you climb through the grandfather clock and reenter the manor proper, you give Hal one more goodnight hug, then excuse yourself to go to bed. Your eyes are closed as you shuffle into your room and nudge the door closed behind you, navigating the space from memory. It's not until you start climbing back into bed that you feel a dip in it that shouldn't be there.

The dip of another person's weight.

You snap your eyes open and you inhale to scream. A hand presses itself to your mouth, and you find yourself staring at those brilliant blues from yesterday.

"Waitwaitwait-" the boy gasps, whisper-shouting. "Please!!"

You push his hand off and he lifts them both up in placation, floating off the bed and several feet away from you.

"What do you want!?" You whisper-yell back. "Why are you in my room!? That's creepy!"

He grimaces, knees curling towards his chest. In the low light, you can see color painting his cheeks.

"I wanted to come see you," he murmurs.

"Why?"

"I don't know your name."

You're completely flummoxed. You shake your head and shrug.

"Do you need to?" You ask.

The boy floats a little closer, his gaze intense. He looks at you like...he looks at you like you're the most important thing in the world right now. It makes your stomach swoop.

"Yes," he says, completely sincere. "I'm...I can't...there's this..."

His brow furrows. He's exceptionally easy to read, like he's never known how to be anything except fully, authentically himself. It's a welcome change in a family of vigilante detectives with emotional intimacy issues. It'll help you know if he's trying to deceive you, too.

Quietly, you give him your name. His eyes snap to yours and he repeats it, lips shaping the vowels and consonants with an unusual reverence. You can feel your own face getting a little warm.

"I'm...Conner," the boy says. His eyes dart to your mouth. You oblige.

"Hi, Conner," you mutter. His whole body un-tenses, looking like a puppet with his strings cut as he almost dangles in the air.

"Can I —" Conner cuts himself off. He drifts closer to you. You shift back, feeling cornered from where you kneel in your bed. "Ah. I wanted... I don't know how to say..."

Exhausted and confused, you gesture at him to hurry it up a little. You know you should probably alert someone that the new Meta boy is literally floating four feet away from you right now, but you know he isn't here to cause harm.

"It's late," you speak up. "Can you try a little harder to get the point across so I can sleep?"

"Yes," Conner says quickly, obediently. "Call for me."

You blink heavily. Your mind feels like sludge. "Elaborate."

"When you need something," he specifies. "If you're in danger, or lonely, or just...or just want to. Please. Call for me and I'll come to you."

"Why?" You yawn. It's getting harder to stay conscious. You let your body fall over until you collide with the pillows, eyes slipping closed. "Why me?"

Conner floats above you, reaching down to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear with more reverence than is appropriate for having barely met. His fingers brush against the bruise on your temple, featherlight.

"Because it's you," he says, as your consciousness fades. "Something in my heart is yours... I hope that's okay."

You hum, managing a barely discernible "kay," in your last seconds of awareness before sleep pulls you under.

In your subconscious mind, you register warmth wrap around you for a moment, and then you're alone with nothing but a cracked window as evidence anyone had ever been there.

[amidnightqueery]

So it's been a month since this post. I was just told my room leader is quitting, so I'm now taking on some of her responsibilities. I don't think they've confirmed a new room leader yet (it won't be me, I'm not equipped for that – unless I have a co-room leader). It says a lot about the state of the industry that, after working as break cover/IS for a year, I've been made a permanent in one room and have been so for a mere 4-5 weeks before having this dropped on me. Once the RL leaves I'll be the most senior one in there because the other worker who was permanent in there dropped down to casual a month ago (thus granting me the position she was in). To throw another spanner in the works, it seems the other staff member I'll be working with (recently casual, now permanent) who has been dropped in there only this week is going to be hella frustrating to work with because she appears to think she can overrule me when I know the routines and children better by virtue of being in that room longer and at the centre more consistently. Sighhh

I've been kind of wanting a more important role at work, and now that I've been given one I almost feel like shitting myself lol

[marvelstan0905]

"Good luck Charm"

Kenji Sato X S/O!Fem!READER [Smut Scenario]

TW :blowjobs/almost being caught/public setting/mixed POV/idk what else/petnames

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Gif credit @soranatus

Kenji needed a little incentive, a little energy boost in order to get his head in the game. He was frustrated with the way games had been going so far. What's better way to relieve his stress and frustration than with his girl's help.

Here the two of you were in the locker room, the two of you were alone and your boyfriend was leaning against the door, his pants undone and his hair disheveled. There you were ,on your knees and his cock in your mouth.

"There we go, you're so pretty on your knees for me, princess" Kenji groaned as his hands tossed through your hair. He stared down at you with hazy, half lidded eyes which were beyond dilated. His hips bucked up into your mouth causing you to whimper slightly. "Shh b-babygirl. You don't want us to be caught ,hmm?"

I nodded and took him deeper into my mouth. With a deep breath I relaxed my gag reflex in order to take him down my throat. A guttural groan and small whimper fell from Kenji's lips.

"T-Thats it my love. You're taking it so well" Kenji breathed heavily as his head fell back against the door and his eyes rolled to the back of his head. I bobbed my head and hallowed my cheeks, hoping to get him there quicker. I glanced at the clock on the wall, noticing we had about 5 minutes before my boyfriend needed to go. I sucked on his cock a lot harder and with more fervor. My tongue ran against the veins on his beautiful cock. My boyfriend almost jolted from the added pressure. "F-Fuxk..I'm so close."

We froze when we heard a knock at the door. "Hey Sato! We're about to go on! Are you almost done changing?" One of Kenji's teammates shouted from outside the door. I didn't stop and kept going. Kenji's breath hitched and he cleared his throat.

"Y-Yeah...be out there soon!" Kenji called out sounding like he just ran a marathon. I hummed holding in my giggles. My boyfriend cursed from the vibrations.

"Okay? Well be quick! We're almost starting!" The player called out. Kenji sighed and grabbed a hold of the back of my head before thrusting into my mouth.

"I'm s-sorry baby, but I need to be quick but I a-also need my little goodluck charm" Kenji panted. I felt his cock throb into my mouth and in the knick of time, he came. His cock was deep into my throat as I swallowed all of his release. Kenji groaned, his face twisted with beautiful pleasure as his hips rut into my mouth. Calming down from his high, He panted."T-Thank you, sweetcheeks"

He breathed a sigh of relief and satisfaction. Kenji gently pulled his soft cock out of my mouth and kissed my head. "Open for me" My boyfriend ordered and I opened my mouth. He smirked in satisfaction, happy that I swallowed all of it.

"What a good girl. Thank you, my love." Kenji smiled and gently tucked himself back into his pants. I stood up and made sure he looking fine.

"Go get em, honey! You can do it!" You encouraged him enthusiastically whiles gently pecking his lips. Kenji chuckled and kissed me once more. I was still a little breathless from our little activity.

"With that kinda of encouragement, I'm scoring home runs left and right" Kenji smirked and gave you a teasing wink. With a playful eye roll and a slight flush on your cheeks, you ushered him out the door.

"Get out of here" I giggled. Kenji laughed and kissed my cheek.

"I'm going. I'm going." Kenji spoke playfully raising his hands in surrender. He jogged off and I was confused when he jogged back to give me another kiss on the lips "I love you"

Kenji pulled away with an affectionate smile and jogged to the stadium with a pep in his step. I chuckled. "I love you too"

"Hey! What are you doing in here!?"

Uh oh

[last-words-ofashootingstar]

Animals:

Golden Retriever Yunho

❥Jeong Yunho x fem reader

❥ATEEZ x fem reader

➯a/n: taking "golden retriever boyfriend" to a whole new level kkkkkk ugh yunho needs to stop wrecking me so hard

(>ᴗ•)genre: smut, hybrid a/b/o

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not edited, poly pack dynamics, animal/human hybrids, hybrids take on physical and personality traits from their animals, yunho in a rut, big dick yun- like BIG, gentle to rough sex, dacryphilia, pussy drunk yunho, intense eye contact, knotting, spit, breeding kink, (very briefly) passing out, praise + reassurance, soft dom yunho, pet names (puppy, angel, sweetie, love & baby), omega puppy reader / beta golden retriever yunho

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18+.MINORS GET OUT.

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"Are you ready? Are you ready?" Yunho bounces on his feet at the door while waiting for you.

If he had a tail, it would be wagging a million miles per hour. But since he's a half-hybrid, he only has his ears to show his excitement; the fuzzy, golden blond perked a bit off of his matching hair as he tilts his head.

"Come on, we're burning daylight!" He pouts as you finish tying your running shoes.

"The sun just rose, Yunho! Jeez, what's with the zoomies- wah!" You yell as he grabs your hand and drags you out the door.

He had woken you up with his face over yours, panting softly and asking you to go on his second run with him. He's a naturally active person because of his breed, but this is almost ridiculous. Usually he'd go with Yeosang, your doberman mate, but said alpha had apparently kicked him out of his room before he came to you.

You start to wish you were smart enough to have done what Yeosang did as the golden retriever man starts running — bolting, really. "Aaaah, shit. This is gonna suck." You sigh before pushing your legs to catch up with his long ones.

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You fall down in the middle of the large backyard dramatically. "Are you satisfied?" You pant, rolling your head to look at him.

He's got his hands on his knees as he catches his breath, but a large smile is still on his face. His ears flop a bit as he nods quickly. "Thank you, puppy~"

"Yeah, yeah," you laugh breathlessly, "help me inside, my legs are jelly."

He lifts you up quickly, hugging you to his chest tightly as he carries you back inside the pack house, his nose in your neck. Nobody else seems to be awake yet, the rooms all deserted as you make your way to the downstairs bathroom.

When he shuts the door behind you, you're smacked in the face with the heavy scent hot cocoa and cinnamon. It sends you reeling, holding onto the counter tightly as he sets you down; humming as he turns on the shower, blissfully unaware of how his smell is affecting you. Without the fresh air from outside or the air conditioning — you can't smell anything beside his strong pheromones.

"Yunho?"

"Mhm~?"

The insane amount of energy, the runs and work outs he's been doing the past few days, the way he growled at Yeosang to challenge him for the last piece of pizza yesterday and the way he's been extra overbearing over you and the other omegas —

He's going into a rut.

"When was your last rut?"

"Uhm, about six m-" He pauses. He ruts every six months like clockwork.

"I'll go get Mingi-"

"No!" He runs to you quickly, wrapping his arms around you and bear hugging you. "I want you. Please? I don't- I promise I'll be gentle." It's probably not a promise he can hold true to.

Because Yunho may be a beta, but he's built like an alpha.

"I'll stretch you out for as long as you like- just, please? I w- you know I love all of you but... I want another pup to take my knot."

The last time you were his first rutting partner he nearly split you in half with his knot. It's always bigger at the beginning of a rut, and you hadn't known that when you so bravely took it.

"I don't- I don't know if I can take it-"

"We can take our time! My rut hasn't started yet, I can stretch you out," he turns you around and falls to his knees, clasping his hands together, "please, love."

Even though you should be immune to them, his begging puppy dog eyes win you over. "Fine-"

His ears perk up immediately, along with his eyes that you swear start sparkling at the promise of being able to knot another hybrid from the same classification as him.

"But shower first, you almost threw me into an early heat."

"Is that so bad-"

"Shower."

"On it!"

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His pheromones are significantly less potent after you shower, but they're still dizzying in your post orgasmic bliss — having just came all over all four of his fingers while his thumb stroked your clit.

You're so far gone just from his large hand that you don't even realize he's spread your legs and positioned himself between them; grinding his massive cock on your messy heat with a string of needy groans.

"Gonna knot my pretty angel," he breathes deeply to reign himself in a bit. He grips the base of his cock, already feeling his knot swelling up ever so slightly.

You suddenly come back to your body, back arching off the bed as you yip — even just his bulbous tip is so huge and heavy. "Ah! Too big, too big," you shake your head, already trembling at the thought of taking anymore.

"It's not too big," he pouts, cupping your cheeks gently to still your head, "it's not, sweetie. You can take it." He rests his forehead on yours, tears welling up in his eyes to match your own. "You can take it, I promise. You took all of my fingers so good, you're so nice and wet for me~"

"Fuck-" You groan, forcing yourself to relax around him as you look into his eyes. "Go- go slow..."

He pecks your lips repeatedly as he inches his way forward immediately, trying to sink into you simultaneously as fast and as slow as possible. Going at the slowest pace he can but doing it quickly.

He's stopped when you instinctively clench around him, your brows knitted together at the intense stretch. He almost falls over, slamming his hand onto the headboard and grabbing it tightly. "R-relax, relax," he begs, his hips stuttering, "fuck, please-"

He collapses on top of you with a pant of relief as you stop clamping down on his girth, gulping down the pool of spit that threatened to spill over his parted lips.

"That's — oh, fuck — that's it, angel~" He moans loudly as he continues his torturously slow descent into your gooey walls. "There you go, you got it," he nuzzles his forehead against yours comfortingly as tears start wetting your lashes; looking deep into your eyes as he stretches you to your absolute fullest.

"You're so-" You hiccup, missing the way his jaw slacks as you clench around him with it. "-so big." Your brain, what little is left after he fingered most of it out of you, is tingling. The only thing you can think about is Yunho and his ridiculous thickness stretching out your pulsing cunt. "M'gonna break." You pout so seriously that he can't help but chuckle.

"Oh, puppy~" He coos fondly as he wipes your eyes with his thumbs, cradling your face tenderly. "You aren't going to break, I got you. You're taking me so well~ You're almost half way there-"

"What?!" Your teary eyes widen, attempting to look between you when he catches your jaw and shakes his head softly.

"Don't panic, love," he hums, stilling his hips to give you a moment. "Breathe in and out, nice and slow, just like that." He strokes your head softly as you take in deep, shaking breaths; going along with you to try and keep his cool. It feels like you're squeezing the life force out of him with your hot, gummy walls.

"Why are you so big?" You whimper, followed by — "It's too good, I'm- I'm gonna lose my mind."

His hips act with a mind of their own, shoving another inch of his fat length into you and making you wail; grabbing his forearms as he keeps his hold on your face.

He was starting to think he'd have to pull out, that you genuinely couldn't take it and that he might be hurting you. But to hear that you feel as good as he does — his ears are hot and twitching as much as his cock is.

"J- oh! Put it all the way in, baby- all the way, all the way!" You're just about sobbing, "just hurry! Hurry and fuck me, please, pleaseee-"

Your plead dies out in a loud, pornographic whine as he slams the rest of his length inside of you; pinning your twitching hips to the mattress with his own as he growls lowly. Your eyes roll back into your head, jaw dropping wide open as you cum around him.

He tries to stop himself, but your mouth is just so tempting; especially as your pussy is fluttering and convulsing around him — massaging every inch, every pronounced vein.

He grips your jaw in one hand and forces it to stay open as he spits right into your mouth. The sight of your tongue twitching as his spit lands is enough to make him want to cum then and there.

"Look at you~" He coos as he starts rutting a few inches of his enormous cock into you, pulling back just a bit more each time until he's sliding in and out of your tight heat slow and steady in his entirety. "I knew you could take me, love."

All you can do is moan with his hand still squeezing your mouth open, feeling like you're about to float away at the mind-numbing pleasure. When your eyes flutter shut, he growls, snapping his hips into you quickly and making them fly back open.

"Eyes on me," he says in a breath, gently rubbing your jaw as he lets go of it, "eyes on me or I will stop." He won't, too deep in the beginnings of his rut to even imagine doing such a thing, but the idea of it makes you whine nonetheless; watching his expression with puppy dog eyes. "Thank you, sweetie~"

You grab onto his arms tighter as he speeds up just a notch, blinking away your tears quickly so you can watch the way he bites his cheek. He's still holding back and while you're thankful that he doesn't want to hurt you — you want to make him feel even better. You know he likes it fast and rough. Especially with a rut only literal minutes away from hitting him.

"Baby," you whisper above his quiet growls, catching his attention. "Fill me with your pups-"

Forget minutes. His rut slams into him full force as soon as the words leave your lips.

His eyes, already nearly fully dilated, are overtaken by his pupils; only the smallest sliver of brown left. His cheeks and neck flush with heat, all the way down his shoulders. His cock feels like it gets bigger inside of you. There's only one thing on his mind.

Breed.

He starts pounding into you like a madman, bottoming out every single time. The sudden burst of speed knocks the air from your lungs and leaves you unable to do anything but let out a small squeak.

If it weren't for his ever present grip on your face, you'd probably be sliding up the bed with the sheer force of his thrusts.

You can't even register his pussy drunk babbling; nodding along simply because you hear his voice from within the absolute tsunami of pleasure slamming onto you.

"Pretty angel, gonna take my knot? Yeah, yeah you are~ Take my big fucking knot- stretch this little puppy cunt out so good~" He moans against your lips, panting as he fucks into you rough and desperate. The entire time, his eyes never leave yours — watching them get fuzzy with ecstasy.

When the first rope of his hot release shoots inside of you, your entire body twitches. Your eyes slam closed again, your jaw dropped in a silent scream as you literally blank for a few seconds. Clenching around his growing knot so hard as he fills you up that he doubles over ontop of you and curses under his heavy breaths.

You come back to the feeling of him licking your tear covered cheek softly, his arms wrapped tightly around you and his knot pulsing against your walls. At the bright look in his eyes, you hum dopily, "did it?"

"You did it," he beams as he wipes the sweat from your brow, "I'm locked up all perfect and snug~"

You slump under him with a wide smile, still chasing your breath. "Mmm perfect," you purr as he continues to lick your face gently.

"I'm so proud of you," he moans contentedly, eyelids as heavy as yours as he looks down at you with what can only be described as heart eyes. "I'm going to knot you so many times, puppy."

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[utopianparadoxist]

Who's Retconning?

So the update's pretty exciting! Happy 4/13, it was a real good one. I'm very excited that Jake and Jane are on the Meat ship now, mainly because A) Jane being there means that permadeath is less likely for everyone, including Dirk and B) Jake is Dirk's biggest weakness and I want him to fuck that twink up.

That said, I've noticed the most popular understanding of this update seems to be that Vriska's doing retcons. I can understand why, she's certainly involved and doing a lot, but I disagree. I think what we're dealing with here is Vriska collaborating with Jasprose...and also June, who is the one doing the actual retconning.

Let's do a little bit of visual analysis of the imagery in this update so I can explain why.

First things first, let's consider the power we've been shown Vriska has gained here. Her ascension seems to have enabled her to travel through space at the speed of light, or even faster somehow--fast enough to escape the boundary of the black hole that divides Candy from Meat-- achieving the impossible, since not even Light can escape a black hole-- and then cutting through who knows how much Space to get to Deltritus practically instantly.

But there's a problem there. As fast as she is, Vriska is still depicted as traveling. She is moving in a trayectory across space and time.

If Vriska could retcon, doing this wouldn't be necessary for her at all. She could simply warp instantly from one location to another, like John warping into the Masterpiece. He doesn't *come into* the Masterpiece from anywhere--he's not there one moment, and in the next moment, he is. It cuts out the idea of travel entirely.

If Vriska is trying to get to Deltritus as efficiently as possible, and it sure doesn't look like she's wasting any time, then it doesn't really seem like John style retcons are an option for her.

The other thing that people are pointing to as a Retcon is Vriska burning John's farewell letters to his friends, with some even assuming this means she's retconning his death entirely from the beginning. I find this unlikely, because it would change Terezi's character arc and motivations considerably and a lot of weight has been put on the corpse in her wallet modus.

But honestly, it doesn't even look like she retconned the letters. It just looks like she outright destroyed them. There's still fire and scorch marks where they were laying--there's still a mark that they existed. Reducing something to ash isn't the same as making it like it never existed at all.

I think there's an alternate possibility, too. If the hellfire is a new manifestation of Light specific to Vriska, then she could have stolen the letters through Light instead. At the moment, most of Meat's cast doesn't even seem to know what happened to John.

What would happen if Vriska put John's letters, now abandoned completely since not even Jane and Jake are on Earth C to pick them up otherwise, in all their hands? It seems like a good way to get everyone organized and motivated to help John.

And Vriska probably isn't thinking about the Candy timeline folks, but what if John's letter to Jade reached Candy Jade, for example? There could be a lot of narrative utility and emotional catharsis in a beat like that. So I think it's likelier she just took them than that they're retconned out of existence.

Now don't get me wrong--Vriska definitely did something to the Meat crew. She's the one causing that turbulence, after all, and whatever she's doing definitely involves her powers. But her powers are also very, very visually distinct, in a way that conflicts with the idea that she's the one who put Jake and Jane on the Meat ship.

Because the narrative goes out of its way to show us this panel of Jasprose, and the wisp of blue depicted here looks nothing like the dark blue lasers and hellfire that Vriska manifests.

Instead, it looks very distinctly like a wisp of air, J00N's breathy blue.

As if June was just standing in front of her, and whisked out of the scene with Jane and Jake in tow, leaving her alone in Midnight City.

This is as Jasprose expected, of course. In her 666 conversation with Davepeta, Jasprose outright says that she's made progress improving Jane's politics, and that while Jake is still heartbroken over Dirk, she's confident she can bring out his latent heroism before "curtain call"--in other words, before it's time to take the stage where it's relevant.

Jasprose told us this was going to happen ages ago. She's been preparing Jane and Jake for it this whole time. So Catnapped's arc hasn't been retconned--it's simply been concluded, and this panel is signaling to us that Jane and Jake have just left her neck of the woods and departed for the Meat Ship plot.

So again--if Vriska's responsible, then why not her standard blue light and hellfire here? Why this wispy, breathy blue instead? If that's just meant to be smoke from her pipe, then why the breathy blue at all? Wouldn't a noir-ish grey make more sense?

Here's something to consider: We've already seen June Egbert exists at some point in the future. Whether she's a revived Meat John or a Candy John that has broken out of the black hole, as the most fully realized version of herself, she will almost certainly reclaim her Retcon power anyway.

To be honest, it's such a unique and character specific ability that I'd be pretty surprised if Vriska just happened to get it through helltier too. It just seems like a strange ability to give to multiple characters, though I suppose its not impossible. What it would be, though, is a little redundant.

If June exists and has retcon *ever*, even far in the plot's future from our perspective, then she can by definition go back in time to fuck with the plot at any time, in any place, retroactively. We may not have seen June directly yet, but it makes perfect sense that her touch would be felt:

She is already here.

Lastly, consider that if this Jake & Jane retcon on the Meat Ship is a product of Vriska, June and Jasprose collaborating to bring about a tactical timeline change, that paints a much stronger picture than if its just Vriska dominating the plot and taking charge of everything herself as is her traditional route.

It would speak to an increased ability to engage in genuine teamwork and coordination with equals on Vriska's part. I like that better for this new phase of Vriskaing. After all, she's normal now. She doesn't have to do everything by herself.

[nappilled]

⋆˙⟡Playing Chicken (And Losing) — Jealous Husband Gojo x Reader ⋆˙⟡

͙͘͡★ Synopsis—Your husband has never, ever been accused of being subtle, though he was unaware of this fact himself and as his wife, you had always tried your best to persuade him to be rational and accommodating to others who weren't at his level. And usually it works. Usually. There are certain instances where your advice for rational words and actions had no affect on him and only he could calm himself down through more... private means.

CW: dom! Gojo, f!reader, fingering, nipple play, unprotected sex, breeding kink, slight pregnancy kink, petnames (hubby, love, baby etc.)

A/N—Hello everyone! this is my first fic that i'm posting online! If there's any tags I missed in the CW pls let me know :)

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Gojo was rarely ever jealous since most sorcerers knew: A) who you were, B) what you meant to him and C) the repercussions of even laying a finger on you- which were nauseating to say the least

But this is the ever-lax Gojo we're talking about here, so of course there are exceptions to this rule; his students being the biggest exception for one, certain co-workers who you were bound to run into on a near-daily basis and Ijichi (his fear of gojo outweighed his interest in becoming friends with you so he doesn't really bother you anyways). Gojo isn't the type to get jealous from you interacting with everyday people.

With that said his tolerance for bullshit is extremely thin, and one of Ijichi's trainees just trampled all over the line.

It was purely coincidental on your end, the newbie had gotten completely lost on their first day and you took it upon yourself to guide them to their destination, you were even kind enough to give them a custard bun you bought that day (it was meant for Gojo but what he didn't know couldn't hurt him).

That's not to say that he doesn't trust you, but he doesn't like how this new auxiliary manager has been cosying up to you lately; it was so clear that they had the hots for you... didn't they know you were the wife of Satoru Gojo?

If gojo's six eyes had the ability to burn holes in people, that manager you're talking to would be a pair of bagels. This asshole just grabbed your hand suddenly while beaming ear to ear, not once noticing that the strongest sorcerer loomed over you, burning with jealousy; he had to have been really cocky or really stupid to not sense the murderous intent that oozed from behind you, out of nowhere the new manager hugs you then runs off in the other direction.

You liked to believe that when it came to you that Gojo could be a reasonable man and as such, you had tried your best to assure him that it was just a silly crush and that nothing would come of it... but unfortunately that wasn't good enough for him. you should have told him right there who you belong to.

"Oh grow up 'toru it's not like he could steal me away from you"

Gojo pouted at your ignorance to the situation at hand it was like you were obviously missing the point. Next time you saw him you had to tell him you were Gojo Satoru's woman.

"Or what? 'You gonna punish me?"

Well yes!

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Thick, salty tears rolled down your cheeks as your husband continued to tease your entire body.

Only one finger slowly drawing out of your dribbling pussy… only to be slapped in as hard and fast as you could take, the other hand massaged your tits and teased your perky nipples.

“I’ll ask again pretty girl, what do you want? Say it niiice and clear for me”

“W-wan’ your cock’n only your cock p-please”

You blearily pleaded to him over and over as you began to lose your mind from his idea of simple teasing.

“Please who?” He asked.

“S-satoruuUUUU A-AAHH” you scream out as your head turns to static from pain and pleasure that came from your husband wedging your clit between his middle and index knuckles, then squeezing down it, eliciting a voiceless moan to slip out of your body.

“Wrong answer, love” he purred into your ear as he pinched down on your clit a little harder "try again."

You knew what he wanted you to call him. In any other scenario it would be a flat out no due to how embarrassing the name was, but you poor thing… you were too far gone, stripped bare and a quarter sane, so you began to babble the name over again, mixing it in with the previous pleas from before.

“H-hubby pleeaase f-fuck me hubbyyyy pleaaaaasepleasepleasepleaseplease”

“What a shameless little whore I have for a wife. But since you asked so nicely and cutely for me…”

He roughly and unceremoniously pushes your back away from his chest, your chest and stomach squirm on the cool, glass table beneath you. Your senses are completely shot from being completely blissed out just by a few fingers, you babble and moan as your gushing cunt squeezes and relaxes around nothing. You make the mistake sliding up the table in a feeble attempt at feeling some friction against your painfully hardened nipples and slick-soaked clit. Gojo immediately pulls you back down to your initial position and slaps your pussy. You yell out a twisted amalgamation of a scream and a moan. While you still keen from the sensation, gojo grips the fat of your ass in both hands, spreading them apart to reveal your puffy lips hiding beneath them. keeping your ass spread, he bent down and licked a long, slow stripe up your pussy, you stifle a moan as best you could as he dragged his tongue down from your puffy clit all the way up to your juicy hole, Gojo shifted back slighty and swished something around in his mouth before spitting a thick mixure of his saliva and your slick back into your hole.

"remember baby, don't move okay?"

You were familiar with this punishment, you didn't move an inch while he devoured your sopping cunt, lest you wanted 10 slaps to your ass, you wouldn't have minded if it didn't mean he'd finish there and then, none of his dick and worse yet, no cumming for the rest of the week. and it's not a game you like to play either. the last time that happened you had to call off sick from how horny he had left you, you ended up deep throating him with no movement in his office for 40 minutes to make up for it. never again.

He continued the agonising process of slowly alternating between slurping your juices, licking strips along you and spitting it all back into your pussy hole. With absolutely no stimulation to your clit which was now desperate for some attention.

Your head spun from how tortuously slow it was and worse yet, you couldn't move an inch, unless you wanted an even worse punishment, so you resorted to sitting there and taking the painfully slow pussy eating like a good girl.

That was until Gojo purposefully accidentally nudged his tongue at just the right point on your needy little bud and that small but meaningful push sent you hurdling over the edge; your mouth flew open as you strangled out a moan and your back arched into a perfect crescent.

Something about that particular moan flipped a switch in Gojo, instinctively flipping you on your back for better access to his favourite snack. His mouth instantly latched to your precious pearl with a low groan that sent vibrations from your pussy all the way to your already fuzzy mind. Gojo licked and sucked at you with the fervour of a man starved, poking the tip of his tongue into the crevices at either side of your clit before swirling around the very tip and finally laying flat on it and dragging it slightly as he sucks down harshly, Your mouth agape throughout the whole ordeal. His hands that had an iron grip on the plush underside of your thighs found eventually found their way elsewhere on your spent body, his left found it's way back to your pebbled nipples while his right teased your folds. you moan wantonly from the way the tip of his middle finger dares to plunge into your pussy.

But even in your blissed out state you had enough sense to beg your hubby to not tease you anymore and you communicated this by tugging on the placket of his dusty blue shirt and he understood clearly. He curled his fingers so that it pressed perfectly on that spot that always had your sweet cunt juices flowing like a river- he slammed his fingers in and out of your pussy at an aching pace while his thumb rubbed sweet circles onto your clit until the lips of your pussy fluttered around his fingers.

You came.Hard. You always did. and it was always up to Gojo to carry you to the bedroom to give you your reward that he knows you're desperate for.

Chucking you on the plushy comforter woke you out of your trance just enough to be ready for what came next… he tapped the tip of his cock on your still sensitive bud, causing you to squirm. He grabbed your jaw to force you to look him dead in his deep blue eyes.

“Are you going to be a naughty girl and get nothing? Or are you going to be a good girl and wait for my cock?” He mumbled against the shell of your ear as he towered above you.

"'ll be a gud girl..." drool pouring out the side of your mouth.

"attagirl!" was the last thing he said to you before he thrusted his entire length into you with no warning and hardly any time to adjust, even after 2 years of marriage you just couldn’t get used to how your man would stretch your insides and fill you to the brim, if it weren’t for how wet you were you were sure he’d rip you in half then and there.

Voiceless moans were shoved to the forefront of your throat as he immediately set a relentless pace. After about the tenth or twelfth thrust your voice finally gave way to loud animalistic moans.

"crying for your hubby like you aren't a little fucking whore for everyone?" His words had your pussy fluttering around him, hot tears spilled down your face as you cum on his cock for the second of many times that night, heaving and still babbling nonsense when suddenly you feel a sharp pain split across your right butt cheek. You find yourself being hoisted up by your neck so your ear once again finds Gojo's lips pressed against it, he whispered into the shell of your ear without slowing his brutal pace for even a second.

"Well? aren't you gonna answer me?"

"'m 'nly a whore fr you... 'nly wan' your cock" you slur out.

"yeah? only me pretty girl?"

"only hubby... hah- Only my hubbyy" you were so close to being fucked completely and utterly stupid.

"you'll do anything your hubby tells you to do, right?"

"yes... ahh y-yesh!!! 'nything for hubby"

Gojo wasting no time pulled out of you, flipped you on your back and fucked himself back into you. his large palm firmly pressed on your stomach so that he could feel his own cock slip in and out of you, a twisted smile spread across his face and his eyes glowed and ominous blue.

"so when hubby says he wants to knock you up, you'll let him right?"

You've talked to Gojo about this before (y'know when you're sane and not literally fucked stupid), while gojo was ready to start a family the second he put a ring on your finger, you wanted to enjoy your alone time with your husband (now dubbed 'hubby') before the pitter patter of tiny limitless users came to disrupt it; any other time it would have been a "not yet my love, maybe next time" but you were, again not sane so the next thing that came from your mouth was:

YEEESSS!!! FUCK ME TILL I'M PREGNANT PLEAASSEE!!!

You didn't care anymore, you were completely broken. you cackled to yourself about how badly you wanted him to fuck you forever until you were pregnant 8 times and how badly you needed his seed. you wanted his cum and you wanted it now.

"want hubby to breed you? you want hubby to fuck a baby into you? want him to make your tummy swollen with his child, yeah? you need your tits huge and full of milk because of hubby right?" Gojo was beginning to lose it a little himself with all the talk of getting you pregnant.

"been wanting to do this to ya for so long" he strained drilling into you as deeply as possible and ready to shoot his load into you.

The pressure building up inside you was teetering dangerously on the edge your eyes rolled back into your skull and your tongue hung out of your mouth as if to play dead, but your big strong husband would soon bring you back to life as his palm drifted down to your crotch, he replaced his palm pressing on your stomach with his thumb pressing down on your clit, rubbing the bundles of nerves within with such finesse it sent shocks through your whole body.

The pressure became to much and caused you burst back into the land of the living with an arch of your back and a half scream half moan strained from your throat, your pussy gushed all over your hubby's cock and finger you came so much and hard that you couldn't even hear yourself cum.

The tight clasp of your cumming pussy had Gojo coming undone not soon after. thick spurts of hot cum filled you up until that began squirting out of you too.

Gojo didn't move an inch. he was dead serious about getting you pregnant and kept you plugged up for the rest of the night, whether it was fucking his cum back into you, refilling you to replace all of the cum that slipped out or simply cockwarming himself, he wasn't letting you go any time soon. Too tired and ready to sleep? too bad. the man was on a mission, he'd just whisper to you? "tired already? but i'm just getting started" and get right back to it.

It was safe to assume the next time you saw that new auxiliary manager, you'd have to tell him that carried the child of the strongest sorcerer inside you.

Taglist: @miyahsinactive

[attabxy]

SFW Headcanons — E. Campbell

Pairing: Erik Campbell X Reader (romantic, gender-neutral).

Media: Final Destination Bloodlines.

Content Warning(s): Tattoos and piercings, Erik being a really good significant other, mentions of alcohol and drug use (marijuana).

(Author's Note: That's it, you guys are actually fucking nuts [but in the best way]! We're almost at 200 hits on the NSFW headcanons for Erik, and I couldn't be more grateful that you guys love them! Since you guys enjoy those so much, I have SFW headcanons that I hope you guys will like)!

You know how people can look at someone and think, 'That's the person I'm going to marry?'

Erik didn't do that, instead he thought, 'That's the person I'm making a playlist for.'

If there's a six love language, it's making a playlist for someone.

With that being said, Erik's love language is either physical touch or gift giving.

He's never going to admit it, but he's clingy and needs a hand on you at all times.

Arm wrapped around your shoulders, chin resting on your head or shoulder, hand on your ass.

He won't admit it, but he turns into mush when you trace his tattoos.

The action make him feel so loved, especially because he probably got some of them and regrets them.

If you have tattoos, scars, anything that can be considered "imperfections," he's tracing them and committing them to memory.

On a scale of one to ten, PDA is past ten and broke through the ceiling.

Erik's not afraid to touch and kiss you in public. He's so proud that he's dating you and he wants to brag about it in any way he can.

Of course, if you aren't comfortable with PDA, he's going to dial it back.

You wouldn't expect it, but he's a gentleman. Behind that cold and tatted exterior is a guy who knows his manners.

He's not doing the whole nine yards, but he's holding the door open for you and is making sure you're comfortable.

He gives small gifts; tattoo artists don't make a lot of money, so he's working with what he's got.

He's making a playlist for you because you liked a few of his songs, he took you out to the park because you mentioned one time that it's beautiful this time of year, he got you that thing you saw window shopping because it reminded you of a nostalgic memory.

He's not giving you high-end gifts, but he's making sure the gifts are meaningful.

I'm only 200% sure that Erik knows how to burn CDs and make cassette tapes, so expect physical media to be given to you at random.

Off topic, but Erik prefers physical media over digital.

Guys, I know this is gonna be controversial, but he won't get your name tattooed.

He's an idiot, but not that much of an idiot. However, he will get something related to you tattooed. Favorite flower, bird, obscure movie you really like? Bzzzzz (that's the sound of the tattoo gun).

Will get a piercing if you said he would look good with it. Remember that off-handed comment you said about how a tongue piercing would suit him? Guess what he got the next day.

He's more than happy to give you a tattoo or piercing you want. Seriously, he will spend all day sketching a design that he's not going to stop on until it's absolutely perfect.

After the stencil is done, his attention is solely on you and getting the tattoo done, even if it means losing clients.

He's gonna make sure the piercing you want is perfectly lined up and suits your anatomy. You'd think he was a surgeon with how precise he is.

Erik drinks socially, but he smokes recreationally.

If he's with friends or family, he'll have a beer or two, but he won't drink if it's just him.

Weed is different, however. He will smoke it regardless of social setting.

Of course, Erik will always ask you if he can smoke beforehand. He knows that it smells terrible, and would rather go a few hours without a hit than be an asshole and stink up the entire place.

And if you don't want him to smoke at least in the house, he won't even go outside to smoke. Weed smells terrible and sticks to you like white on rice, so he's not going to bring it back in the house.

How does Libby know this? Hehehehe- Don't do drugs.

I just had a thought: Erik X Weed Dealer (Y/N). It's just an idea, buuuuuut-

Oh yeah, asshole exterior? Completely gone when with you. Doesn't even try to keep his exterior to save face, the only opinion he cares about is yours.

He's jealous of himself that he pulled you, so you're damn right he's gonna make sure that you and everyone knows. He's also so proud of you for existing, and as much as people around him won't believe, his true and authentic self is around you.

(Author's Note: So, thank you all so much for the reblogs and likes on the NSFW headcanons. That was my first time writing in-depth smut, and it got such a good reception that I was inspired to write SFW headcanons! My requests are open for headcanons, so if you guys want to see more specific headcanons, let me know! I don't know if this interests anybody, but I just got a Volkswagen Beetle named Murphy [if you can guess who it's named after, I love you] and he only had a cassette and CD player. That came to be the inspiration for Erik making you CDs and cassette tapes, because I would like Erik to make me a mixtape for my car.

Signing off for now,

-Libby)

[dearhargrove]

Sink or swim

summary When the tsunami hits you're at the pier, watching in confusion and shock as the huge wave nears. You're swept away with a dozen others but gain back consciousness with a weirdly attractive guy and his.. son?

tags medical inaccuracy (I made everything medical up pls ignore it), blood and injuries, one POV change, cursing

word count 2831

a/n just watched the episodes with the tsunami and oh my god? I’m so in love with Buck, Chris and Eddie. These three are adorable. Also these episodes were just good as hell, wtf? Andddd I hope I didn’t make any of them OOC (out of character) but if I did forgive me yall 🫶🏻 also English isn’t my first language, so… 🥹

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Maybe you should've guessed what it meant when the sea started retreating and a huge wave built up more by the second. But somehow it seemed so surreal that you didn't. You clung to the thought that it was an optical illusion, after all there was no way a tsunami would hit that one time you're at the pier.

Now moments later you regret not running faster, earlier or simply finding a spot to hide. You're pulled under the surface every few seconds, swallowing mouthfuls of salty seawater that makes your nose burn and eyes blur.

You're choking when you're swept against a hard object, it's sharp edge digging into your waist. “Fuck!” you curse, though it ends in a gurgle when more water sweeps over you.

When you resurface you're facing an object that turns out to be a sunken fire truck. The red is striking against the blue and Grey around you and you could cry at relief when you manage to hoist yourself onto it.

You're exhausted, your side hurts and you're dizzy. Your phone is useless, the water having destroyed the technology. Cursing, you pocket it again and lean back. You're about to relax, aware that it could take hours for emergency services to reach you when you hear high pitched screaming. You look up, just in time to see someone with a yellow sweater being pulled towards you with the current, screaming at the top of their lungs.

“Jesus,” you swear and crawl to the edge of the truck, yelling to get their attention with your arm reached out as far as possible.

You almost faint when the person turns around and a small child looks at you, red glasses full of water and messy brown hair. He's crying, reaching out as he's struggling to stay afloat.

“Hey! I'm here, grab my hand!” You yell and lean over the ledge as far as you could. As soon as you saw that little boy you knew you'd jump after him if he couldn't grab your hand now.

“I got you, sweetheart, come on!”

Your assurance seems to help and he kicks his legs, managing to move closer to where you are. In a split second you grab his hand and pull him over the railing and onto the truck, holding the little boy close to your chest in relief.

“Thank you,” he mumbles, coughing a little as he adjusts his glasses. You try to look as calm and collected as possible, gently smiling at him and beckoning him further away from the railing and rushing water.

“Are you okay? Does anything hurt?” He shakes his head, biting his lip as he looks out at the water again. He must've been with someone else, you guess when he sits up at every piece floating by.

“Are you looking for someone?” You ask gently and he nods. He slowly speaks, hands fidgeting in his lap, “B-Buck. He's a firefighter.”

You stop yourself from cooing at this adorable child and nod, “We're gonna find him, okay? Just stay here and it'll be okay.”

He looks worried but slowly nods. You go back to sitting between him and the railing, looking out for anyone else.

Just as you spot someone, the small boy moves rapidly and pulls your shirt, “Buck! It's Buck!” He stutters loudly.

You whip your head back around to the rushing water and try thinking of a way to save him too. You couldn't just grab his hand, he would probably just pull you off the truck and you wouldn't risk leaving the kid by himself.

“Shit,” You mumble as you look for a way to help the man, the boy desperately crying out for ‘Buck’ behind you.

It seems you don't need to do much when something slams into the truck and seconds later the man pulls himself up and next to you.

And, damn. He was attractive. His dark blonde curls stick to his forehead as his blue eyes fixate on you and then the boy, strong arms holding him up as a smile builds on his lips, “Christopher!”

You move a bit as the two reunite, the boy- Christopher throwing his arms around the man's neck and giggling wildly.

You watch with a smile, the adorable sight momentarily distracting you from the tsunami keeping not just you but these two strangers trapped on top of a fire truck.

He turns around after a minute, keeping Christopher in his lap as he looks at you. He clears his throat and nods, “Thank you for saving him.” You shake your head and wave your hand in dismissal, unsure how to deal with compliments.

“No, really. I was going crazy when I couldn't find him,” his eyes are fixed on your face and you blame the heat creeping up your neck onto the temperature changes from the water and sun, smiling nervously. “It's all good. Your son is a sweetheart.”

He chuckles, “He definitely is. Though he's not my son,” he mentions, poking the boy's side when he mumbles something. You quickly nod, embarrassed. “Sorry, I shouldn't have assumed-” he shakes his head and a relaxed smile sets on his face.

“It's fine, don't worry. Did you have any luck reaching 911?” You shake your head and hold up your broken phone, screen flickering sadly as you do. He sighs and brushes a hand through his hair (you try not to stare at the hot sight because wow, what are the odds of meeting such an attractive man in the middle of a tsunami?).

“We're probably just gonna have to wait. It'll take time to get boats and units here. It probably looks like this everywhere,” he explains and you tilt your head in surprise before remembering that the kid had mentioned he's a firefighter. Meaning he knew the protocols.

“Right. Christopher mentioned you're a firefighter.” You smile when the boy perks up, a seemingly never faltering smile on his face. “Guess I'm lucky to be stuck with you. Safest I could be.” You shrug, a bashful smile on your face.

“Buck will s-save us all,” Christopher proclaims proudly and you coo at the cute boy. The man now seems a bit uneasy and sighs before his eyes widen, “Shit, right, I'm Evan. Everyone just calls me Buck, though.” You shake his outstretched hand and introduce yourself in turn, biting your lip as a nervous habit.

“So you're a firefighter?” You prompt curiously.

“It's a bit complicated right now…” He sighs, a frown setting on his forehead. You're about to apologize for overstepping when Christopher speaks up again, “He threw up blood.”

Your eyes widen and Evan- Buck pinches the boys’ side in reprimand. “Blood clots,” he elaborates as he looks at your slightly shocked expression. You hum sympathetically before realizing something. “Wait. You were the one trapped under that fire truck? On the news?”

He chuckles (which makes him even more attractive, what the actual fuck?) and nods, “Yep, that's me.”

You grimace in sympathy at the memory and automatically glance at his leg, “Is it all healed? You don't have to talk about it, it's fine if you don't-” he waves you off assuringly, looking relaxed.

“It's fine, don't worry. Yeah it healed fine, had some physical therapy and stuff but now I have blood clots kicking my a- butt.” He stops himself from cursing with Christopher on his lap and you almost smile at the adorable expression of confusion on the kid's face, when Buck presses his hands over both of his ears and whispers what he was originally going to say.

You laugh at the two and a relaxed and almost light atmosphere surrounds the three of you, momentarily disregarding your situation.

“It's kind of ironic isn't it?” He starts and you tilt your head in question. “You saved me, a firefighter, by pulling me onto a fire truck,” he elaborates and you can't help but chuckle, “Right. It should've been the other way around,” you sarcastically add and he holds up his hands in mock surrender.

You relax back against the railing, your eyes drawn to Buck again just to notice him already looking at you. You cock your head questioningly and he bites his lip before grinning, “Sorry, you're just- like, really beautiful.”

Your jaw drops momentarily before you compose yourself and hide behind your hands, “Stop! Geez,” you laugh and he does as well. You exaggerate a shake of your head as you look at Christopher who giggles happily and exclaims, “He likes you!”

Now both you and Buck fluster as he continues, “He's always angry but n-now he's happy.” You notice the small struggle of getting his words out but you couldn't care less, you'd wait hours for this sweetheart to finish a sentence if you had to.

“Oh, really?” You ask in mock surprise and he eagerly nods before Buck intervenes, “Woah, Woah. I'm not always angry. Just.. grumpy.” Christopher makes it a point to look at him and then at you, rolling his eyes and shaking his head which makes it hard to refrain from laughing.

When Christopher busies himself with leaves floating around them Buck lowers his voice a bit as he speaks to you again, “Don't get the wrong impression it’s just, it’s hard. Not being able to work, saving people and all that.”

You nod quickly, “No worries. I’d go insane if I was in your place. I’m guessing they’re keeping you from really doing anything ‘dangerous’?” You ask, careful in case of him wanting to change the subject.

He nods and drops his head back against a siren light, “It is. They’re trying to put me behind a desk! I mean, I’m supposed to be out here, saving lives, fighting fires. That’s my purpose.” He frowns and you hum to show that you’re listening.

“I know they just want me to recover, but…”

“It feels like they’re holding you back?” You finish for him. He chuckles in surprise at the accuracy of what you said and nods.

“I’m probably in no place to tell you this, but trust me, it’s worth it. Get better, do the light work and sooner than you think you’ll be back doing what you love. But if you start now and ignore your health.. it’s going to catch up with you. And it’ll be way worse than a few weeks behind a desk.”

He looks thoughtful for a moment before slowly nodding, “You're right. Thank you.” You smile and put a hand on his leg, making sure he doesn’t mind before adding, “I mean look at you, crushed by an entire ladder truck and you’re up and running already.”

“I’m just that great,” he sarcastically pats his own shoulder and you both break into laughter.

-

You don't know if it's been minutes, seconds or hours when you wake up, laying on top of destroyed concession stands and other things. Something is digging into your back, your leg is awkwardly bent and your ears are ringing.

Groaning you sit up, wincing in pain when a sharp pain strikes through your back at the movement.

Around you is just more trash and destroyed cars, you see an arm laying on one of the cars and decide to avert your eyes as quick as possible for your own sake.

Every step hurts but you keep going; walking through the flooded streets with your eyes looking for either of the two boys you’d spent earlier with or other survivors.

The sun is starting to set and you’re starting to get hopeless. You have no clue where you were, completely disoriented as you pass houses that look entirely the same. Your phone is useless and you’re alone. Shouldn’t you have met at least one person by now?

Your back has gone practically numb, same as your leg, when you see faraway lights in the distance. Your steps get quicker as you see people and to your utter relief firefighters. You don’t know if the tears in your eyes are of joy or utter despair from what happened but you couldn’t care less when a man with short, brown hair spots you and approaches.

You’re trying to walk closer when a small voice somewhere close stops you. You’re not sure if it’s your imagination but you turn around, squinting your eyes in the darkness. And then you see it. A small boy, waddling your way with his arms stretched out like he couldn’t see.

Could it be..?

“Christopher?” You see his head perk up and he tries going faster, stumbling over his own feet. Your heart drops in relief and you gather your last strength to run to him, “Hey, you remember me right?” He nods and you note the missing glasses.

“There’s help, come on,” you point out but he doesn’t look happy. He looks almost angry, “Buck.” You had almost forgotten about the charming firefighter. But your priority right now was Christopher.

“We’re gonna find him. Let’s get you help first,” you say with fake enthusiasm in your voice. He doesn’t look okay with that but stays silent and you awkwardly wrap your arms around him after making sure he’s okay and lift him into your arms.

It’s hard to avoid any obstacles while walking but you manage, seeing the brown haired man from a few minutes ago still there.

“Hey! I need help! It’s a kid!” You yell.

He waves you over while walking towards you and as soon as you can actually see him you’re once again surprised. What was it with these firefighters and their good looks? Jesus.

When he’s close enough you nudge Christopher, “There’s help, he’s gonna make sure you’re okay,” you nod at the man and he stands still before running the last feet over to you, basically ripping the child from you.

“Chris!” He cries, clutching the kid with all his might. Oh, this must be his father.

You smile, relieved that they found each other. He looks up at you with gratitude, “Thank you so much. Thank you.” You just smile.

“He’s found us himself. I couldn’t find him after..” you don’t even know what happened- you just know you passed out and woke up alone. Sighing you rub your temples and shake your head.

“You should get checked out, too. You’re barely walking,” the medic (you guess) advises. You take in the people behind him, the full cots and stressed professionals. “I’m okay. There’s people that need more help,” you nod.

He frowns and shakes his head, “I could tell you at least two injuries of yours that need treatment. Come on.” He nods his head in the direction of one of the tents and you chuckle but follow him. At least you try to. Four more steps and your legs give out, you clutch a random person's arm to prevent your fall, mumbling a sorry when they just barely catch you.

The ringing in your ears is back and you groan when you’re laid on one of the cots, your back protesting painfully.

Your vision is blurry and you can’t understand what’s being said - what the hell was happening to you?

-

“Wait, she’s- she was with me and Chris.” Eddie looks up in confusion as he hooks you up to an IV, checking your pupils with a small torch. “What?”

Buck nods, “Yeah, she saved Chris and then me. When the last wave happened she was swept away- we were all swept away.”

Eddies brows furrow and she looks down at you, your hair a damp mess, clothes dirty and bloody. “She saved Chris?” His best friend nods and crouches down next to you - Eddie notes the pained groan he tries to conceal as he does so - extending a hand and awkwardly patting your shoulder.

“Will she be okay?”

Eddie's answer is interrupted when you open your eyes and wince at the lights surrounding the tent.

“Hey, you feeling okay?” Buck asks before Eddie can get a word out, and you almost faint again seeing these two fine men looking down at you with concern. Great first impression, you think.

“Feel like I was in a tsunami,” you grunt and both of them laugh a bit. A third voice pops up next to you, “We were in one, silly.” Leaning over your head and looking upside down at you was Christopher, a smile on his face.

You huff a laugh and hum, “You’re right. Smart boy.”

Eddie looks at Buck at the exchange and he just shrugs with a grin. Chris walks to Eddie and leans into his side, eyes still on you.

“Is there something on my face, or..?” You ask half joking as three pairs of eyes stay trained on you.

“Just beauty,” Buck grins and there’s a second of silence before Eddie gags and rolls his eyes, “That’s so creepy, díos.” You laugh as Buck tries defending himself, simply looking just as cute to you as earlier.