#hhere we go

[rivvyribbons]

have some extremely self indulgent canonxcanon doodles before i go to sleep

[dorothylarouge]

US Presidents as Dril Tweets

George Washington: another day volunteering at the betsy ross museum. everyone keeps asking me if they can fuck the flag. buddy, they wont even let me fuck it

John Adams: "ah boo hoo hoo i want to post Foul comments to content leaders" Fat Chance, Dimwit. I will annihilate you under bulwark of the Law and God.

Thomas Jefferson: Q: If your post was proven by a counsil of wise men to be racist, or bullshit, would you bar it from the record? A: I do not delete my posts

James Madison: (sniffing a crumpled up one dollar bill i found on the floor of a dog kennel) ah.. thats greenbacks baby

James Monroe: for decades i have traversed the unforgiving mountains and rivers of south america, hoping to catch a glimpse of the fabled "ass downloader"

John Quincy Adams: "This Whole Thing Smacks Of Gender," i holler as i overturn my uncle's barbeque grill and turn the 4th of July into the 4th of Shit

Andrew Jackson: handing Faves over to my enemies is FRAUD !! base, contemptible FRAUD!

Martin Van Buren: Food $200

Data $150

Rent $800

Candles $3,600

Utility $150

someone who is good at the economy please help me budget this. my family is dying

William Henry Harrison: (spends all of 7 seconds skimming some blog posts) yep. just as i knew all along. having pnuamonia is good

John Tyler: fuck "jokes". everything i tweet is real. raw insight without the horse shit. no, i will NOT follow trolls. twitter dot com. i live for this

James K. Polk: thhere is no such thing as charisma, and art is fake. the only metrics by which we must determine the worth of a man are Strength and Wisdom

Zachary Taylor: the doctor reveals my blood pressure is 420 over 69. i hoot & holler outta the building while a bunch of losers tell me that im dying

Millard Fillmore: trying to heal..... please donate to my go fund me... $10 will make me less racist... $100 will make me extremely less racist...thank you...

Franklin Pierce: blocked. blocked. blocked. youre all blocked. none of you are free of sin

James Buchanan: #NationalGirlfriendDay please cherish your gal's.. in honor of us, the single Boys who must sacrifice all companionship to #CarryTheBrand...

Abraham Lincoln: unloading an entire belt of ammo at me with a minigun or some such device will now get you "Blocked"

Andrew Johnson: who the fuck is scraeming "LOG OFF" at my house. show yourself, coward. i will never log off

Ulysses S. Grant: i regret being tasked the emotional burden of maintaining the final bastion of morality and Nice manners in this endless ocean of human SHIT

Rutherford B. Hayes: using the toilet when i hear Our national anthem start to play. i do what i must. i stand tall in complete agony; as shit runs down my leg,

James A. Garfield: too much truth in such little time. feeling the heat cominh down to silence me... signing off........ for now

Chester A. Arthur: i WILL wise the fuck up. i WILL super charge my content for 2017. i WILL get blue check mark

Grover Cleveland: the way i see it, people who come on here and submit content that is not up to par, could possibly be considered the "Villains" of this site

Benjamin Harrison: i help every body, im not racist, i keep myself nice, and when i ask for a single re-tweet in return i am told to fuck off, fuck myself, etc

William McKinley: boy oh boy do i love purchasing large amounnts of Fool's Gold. wait a minute... fools gold fucking sucks. this stuff is no good..!! Fuck !!!

Theodore Roosevelt: IF THE ZOO BANS ME FOR HOLLERING AT THE ANIMALS I WILL FACE GOD AND WALK BACKWARDS INTO HELL

William H. Taft: ah.. the perfect Souffle! cant wait to dig in to t(*EVERY PIPE IN MY HOUSE EXPLODES AT THE SAME TIME, COVERING ME IN SHIT AND BOILING WATER*

Woodrow Wilson: the conflicted supersoldier stares over the horizon as he smokes a cigarette. "war is the most fucked up thing ever." he takes a sip of beer

Warren G. Harding: somebody please Bribe me

Calvin Coolidge: aggressively joyless oaf hhere. painfully obnoxious respect demander checkign in. extremely dim witted frowning man looking for pals

Herbert Hoover: it is really quite astonishing that I have yet to win The Lottery, given how good I am at selecting six numbers and saying them out loud

Franklin D. Roosevelt: ive never heard of this “europe” but it sounds like a big bunch of shit to me

Harry Truman: everybody wants to be the guy to write the tweet that solves racism once and for all because it would look good as hell on a resume

Dwight D. Eisenhower: my "F*&k It!! Let's Go Golfin" t-shirt maintains a tenacious stranglehold on my life. after 1,125 days of Golf my body is twisted, deformed

John F. Kennedy: when you do sutuff like... shoot my jaw clean off of my face with a sniper rifle, it mostly reflects poorly on your self

Lyndon B. Johnson: incredibly handsome , charismatic famous boy credited with ending income inequality after saying that slumlords should be called "dumblords"

Richard Nixon: i attribute the complete failure of my brand to the actions of detractors, oor my “trolls”, as it were, as well as my own constant fuckups

Gerald Ford: shutting computer down until the shitty moods & attitudes can fuck off., if you need me ill be on my other computer, sititng 60° to my right

Jimmy Carter: i warnned you all that bad things would happen if you kept letting your wives wear jeans. AND NOW LOOK! the damn gas prices are up again

Ronald Reagan: spend a lot of time thinking about how sometimes even war criminals can be heroes sometimes... Dont like it? Click the unfollow buttobn

George H.W. Bush: just thought off an idea i believe to be bad ass. lets find the address of the leader of isis, and mail him/ her pieces of our SHIT

Bill Clinton: were at the point now, that when i offer to impregnate my girl followers, people assume my motives are sexual. disgusting, grow the fuck up,

George W. Bush: friday night gathering up together a big pile of things i like to respect (flags, crucifixes ,etc) and just roll around in it ,give kisses,

Barack Obama: my IQ has increased 10 points ever since i stopped tollerating people mucking about, on the time line

Donald Trump: THERAPIST: your problem is, that youre perfect, and everyone is jealous of your good posts, and that makes you rightfully upset.

ME: I agree

Joe Biden: I will shut the fuck up , IF , it will restore the Harmony. I will get on my knees like a dog and make that sacrifice, for the sake of Calm

[musubi-sama]

Game of Chicken

Satoru invited you to a club to see his favorite band play. But you have a boyfriend, so surely you can win this game of chicken?

CW: afab!reader x gojo satoru, modern au no curses, outdoor sex, piv, cunnilingus, DP if you squint.

AN: Shoutout to @/bunny584 and @/pseudowho for helping with two key elements! You two are amazing and I look up to you! And guess the name of the song and band I used.

WC: 5.1k | Link to AO3 if you prefer

~~~

Trying to quell the shivers of excitement and nerves, you focus on the road ahead of you. Glancing momentarily at the digital nav on your console, you change lanes in preparation to take the next exit. As you exit the freeway, you see another message arrive from Satoru.

>> Text me when you’ve parked and I’ll come down

You hadn’t planned on going out tonight, especially not planning to drive into the city and meet up with a new friend to go see a band at a local club. But when he sent you a text in the afternoon gauging your plans and interest, you all too eagerly responded yes.

Before you left for the evening, you sent off a message to your boyfriend:

<< going to Murasaki tonight, don’t wait up <3

An otherwise unremarkable drive, you spent the 30-minute trip with your music uncharacteristically low and your hands uncharacteristically fidgety on your steering wheel.

You’re just going to see a band with a friend. A friend, that you told your ridiculously tall, tanned, and handsome boyfriend about. A friend, whom your boyfriend assured you he is not worried about - you or him.

But each flick of the passing streetlights dances over your ticking hands gliding over the steering wheel. Light catches on the demure set of silver-shining rings your boyfriend bought you recently. They match a pair he wears on his right hand, while yours are thinner and more feminine for your left hand. The hands you hold when you’re sitting at home or walking around town.

Reaching Satoru’s building, you slip into the open visitor parking spot in the underground lot. Hopping out of your car, taking a deep breath to attempt to quell your nerves and quiet your hands, you send off a quick message:

<< hheree!

Damn your shaky hands! Again, sending off messages too quickly before you think.

A moment later after arriving in the cavernous, brutalist lobby, a shock of white hair attached to a tall, lanky body pops out of the elevator. Satoru is sporting a black and pink color block shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, distressed designer denim sitting perfectly on his hips and a sleek leather belt.

“Hey. Hi. C’mon up. How was the drive?” he says as you approach the elevator.

“The directions on the app sent me half-way around the city just to avoid the local roads,” you respond exasperated as you step into the elevator. The button for floor 41 is illuminated.

Satoru stands directly across from you and in a moment, you get a whiff of his sweet scent of vanilla and cherry. You’re fidgeting with the hem of your shirt and the lengths of necklace decorating your plunging neckline as you ride up the quiet elevator. It’s not like you’ve never spent time in a penthouse, in fact your boyfriend lives in one not too fa-.

Your thoughts are cut off as the elevator dings and opens up to a sprawling, blue and silver post-modern penthouse with floor-to-ceiling windows looking out over the city. Satoru’s hand is resting in the space of your lower back, heat radiating into you but not quite making contact.

“Do you want a drink? We don’t need to leave just yet,” Satoru slips past you to the well-appointed bar area of his sprawling kitchen. A chill is left in the space where his hand sat, and it slides up your spine.

“Dirty martini, gin, if you have it would be lovely,” you take a seat at the oversized kitchen island seating. A drink will calm your nerves.

You’ve known Satoru for about a month, having met while in line for the deli counter during lunch. You both ordered sandwiches, then walked over to the drink cooler and tried to reach for the same can of seltzer, and somehow ended up next to each other at the register. After deciding to grab a seat and eat together, you exchange contact information and meet up for lunch weekly.

Knowing exactly what he was doing, Satoru carefully followed you around the deli creating “accidental” run-ins with you just so that he could sit down with you over lunch. A known playboy in the city, he was thinking only with his dick and with a goal in mind when he ran into you. And if tonight went well, you would be another notch in his bed post. And, if he played his cards right, a recurring one.

Satoru spent his entire life being gifted with everything. He owned the building you were standing in; his entire life was crafted for him specifically. Satoru only chose two things - his best friends and his sexual partners.

Satoru flashes a quick raised eyebrow at the request but quickly moves to grab the ingredients and set to mixing, “How many olives?”

“Hmm, four, please!”

You take in the view of the city from your perch. Even though it’s dark outside, you can still get a decent view as the lights are dimmed in the rest of the suite.

“Your drink,” Satoru slides the chilled and dangerously filled martini glass sitting atop a coaster across the shiny marble countertop towards you, not spilling a drop. He sits an old fashioned with four Luxardo cherries on a cocktail skewer in front of himself.

Satoru lifts his glass to yours, “kanpai!” as you gently bump your glasses together, still not spilling a drop. You take a quick sip and hum in satisfaction as the savory bite coats your tongue. You take a second, much larger sip before setting down your glass and picking up the skewer of olives.

“So,” you bite one olive off the stick, “who are we going to see tonight?”

The game of chicken has officially begun. You lay your first trap, shiny and red lips sliding around the piked olives.

“My best friend is the bassist in Jujutsu Kaisen and they’re playing a secret show tonight downtown.” Satoru follows your tease with a nip of the cherry from his own glass.

“Is this how you impress all your girls? With secret shows of mega stars?” another olive bitten.

“It’s not always girls,” he gives you a wink as he leans over the island, resting his head on his arm propped up by his elbow. The last two olives slip off the skewer because you need something to do with your agape mouth.

Winner of the game: whoever breaks second. You were going to win. You had to. You have a boyfriend, but you sure planned to enjoy the harmless chase. If you can chill out enough to enjoy it. The gin is really helping, though.

Stepping out of the building, Satoru leads you over to a luxury black car waiting for you and a driver holding the door open.

“This is too much, I thought you said we were just going to a bar to see a band?” you said incredulously, looking back at Satoru.

“We are. Ichiji is my personal valet. After you,” he waves you into the car and you slide in across the supple leather seats.

Satoru doesn’t think twice about how this looks. To him, this is standard operating procedure. He’d never considered any other way to get around the city. And of course, he asked Ichiji to use the sportier model today.

You take in the sights of the city as you take the quick 10-minute trip across downtown into the industrial district. Ichiji pulls up to a brightly lit club with a few throngs of people milling about.

Satoru leads you to the door, flashes something on his phone to the bouncer, and you’re both waved in. Sliding across the room to a pair of seats on the side of the club and a great view of the stage. Satoru slips away to grab you both drinks from the bar, returning after a few moments.

“My favorite shot to start the night, Red Headed Sluts,” he passes the shooter to you and you both take it in a single swallow. A small dribble leaks from the corner of your mouth. Satoru reaches over to wipe it off with his thumb, proceeding to lick it off while maintaining eye contact. You blush and immediately turn your head, trying not to look at Satoru after that.

Damn, lost that round. Focus, dammit.

Satoru slipped away again to return the shot glasses to the bar and get more drinks; this time a beer for you.

Checking the time, it’s almost time for the band to go on. The crowd has quickly started to fill in and you are developing a nice buzz, your head starting to feel a bit cloudy and suggestible.

The band comes out to roars from the crowd and you join in. Satoru stands behind you, one hand again hovering at your lower back. As they start their set, you get caught up in the music and fail to notice your date disappearing occasionally to keep your drink filled.

Each time he returns, his arms slowly reach up your body to rest on your shoulders. You’re in control, put your hands on his to make sure they don’t drift any further.

Then they encircle your shoulders, and you’re standing. Swaying your hips with the beat, lipstick marks on your glass appear with increasing regularity as you try to distract yourself. You’re playing against a master.

And slowly, Satoru’s arms reach down across your chest. By some definitions you have lost. But by the imaginary rules in your head, you move the goalposts. All is not lost. Other than your brain, in the moment. The band starts up a ballad, powerful chords racing through your veins, melodic lyrics and a stunning harmony between the lead singer and the bassist.

Satoru’s best friend, Suguru Geto, bassist of the band. His thick black hair, half pulled up into a bun, stretching down to his mid back, and bangs framing his face. Tall, broad and you can see the edges of tattoos extending across the edges of his shoulders into his bare chest. He has thick eyeliner, dark eyes, and a pair of sharkbites and large plug ear piercings to decorate his fierce face.

You’re going to lose the battle if you aren’t careful. Satoru, well-practiced in this game of cat and mouse knows that you are a timid mouse he needs to delicately trap if he wants to win.

An hour into the set, you are feeling incredibly buzzed, teetering on drunk. As the last song before the break starts, Satoru is now in front of you, standing between your legs and his arms are on your hips. His piercing blue eyes gazing down at you. There’s a slight smirk in his mouth as he slowly leans down. One hand traced its way up your side to pinch your chin and guide your lips to his.

Just before your mouths connect, you open your mouth to protest this moment. You have a boyfriend, what are you doing? This isn’t right, you’re already breaking so many rules. You need to stop, put distance between the two of you and keep it platonic.

But the song ends, music stops, the lights come up, and the band walks off stage for a short break. The crowds shift and move toward the bar, the door, and the bathrooms. You stand up abruptly, chest heaving, and excuse yourself to the bathroom. Some water on your face and a refresh of your makeup should help you calm down and fix this.

Standing at the sink, you take in yourself. You can do this, you can win.

Satoru grabs your drink to take a sip and finish it off. His pocket buzzing, he sees a text message from Suguru.

>> If you don’t fuck her tonight, I swear to god

Satoru chuckles and tips the beer bottle towards the now empty stage. The intended goal tonight was to do as much, at this point he just needed to convince you that you wanted this as much as he does.

You return after a long wait for the bathroom and with another drink. You’ve managed to calm yourself and you sit back down next to Satoru.

“Feeling better?” Satoru asks you as he places a hand leaning on your shoulder, just close enough to not touch your earlobe.

You shiver, unable to look him in the eye for more than a millisecond. “Y-yeah. I should probably drink some water,” you trail off. Satoru, already planning for that request, hands you a cup of water from the counter next to you. You take a long sip and the cold drink switches your nerves for cold shivers.

The lights flicker, indicating that the band is about to return to the stage. You join the crowd in cheering, focusing on the band and not the building desire burning between your legs. You’re here to see a band, and you have a boyfriend, one who satisfies you in ways you’d never even dreamed of. But there was something so enticing about what was standing right here, arms resting across your shoulders.

Hands drifting down from around your décolletage to brush the glittering peak of your breasts.

You arch your back slightly at the sensation, breath heavy with lust. Looking up and trying to focus on the concert, the bassist is singing into the mic, but his eyes are trained on you. Surely, he’s just scanning the crowd or looking for his friend, right?

But I'm only dancing / She turns me on But don't get me wrong / I'm only dancing

Your heart skips another beat, and you blush, tilting your head back and finishing off the drink.

Accepting that you’ve lost, you swallow your nerves and lean into the touch Satoru is giving you. Tilting your head back, you reach up to meet Satoru’s waiting lips. You take control and push your tongue into his mouth, taking your pleasure from him. Letting the alcohol suppress your inhibitions as you place your hands on Satoru’s while they continue to squeeze and massage your tits.

You pull away from the kiss. High from the adrenaline after jumping off the cliff.

“I need to tell you…” you trail off.

Satoru slides around to return between your seated legs.

“I don’t care, just don’t tell me about him.” Throbbing between your legs now taking over for all rational thought.

Satoru immediately leans down to leave a trail of increasingly stronger kisses along your neck. You stretch to give him better access. Your hands slip around the back of his head, scratching and pulling the nape of his neck and along his undercut. Leaning your head on his shoulder, you moan into his ear and bite down on his earlobe as you pull back.

“Let’s-let’s get going, back to my place,” Satoru doesn’t wait for a response as he grabs your hand and pulls you off the barstool and head out the door. As you leave, you noticed the bassist still has his eyes trained on you.

You stand outside while Satoru gives Ijichi a call to come around with the car, only waiting a few minutes. Those minutes are filled with very handsy kissing until you hear a cough, signaling Ijichi’s arrival and gesture to get into the car.

Satoru slides in the car first and pulls you onto his lap straddling him. You look back towards the driver’s seat but before you can protest, you’re cut off.

“You didn’t have a problem when we were back there in the club. You even seemed to want to be seen by Suguru,” he taunts and gives your ass a hard slap.

Even in the darkness of the car, with the passing streetlights, he could see your blush.

“C’mon baby, let’s just have fun, okay? Don’t think too hard about it. Besides, it was hot seeing you show off for Sugu back there,” Satoru grinds up into you and you can feel his erection straining against his jeans.

Satoru is enjoying the chase tonight. Trying out new tricks, using old ones that have gathered dust. You’re fun to chase. Are you as much fun to capture?

You spend the rest of the, mercifully short, ride back to his penthouse slowly winding your hips across his crotch, hands resting on his chest as you tease and show off your form. Finding little relief on your own tortured arousal.

Once you arrive at Satoru’s building, the two of you stumble out of the car and into the elevator. Before the doors close, Satoru pushes you up against the back wall and slots his muscular thigh between your legs. You can’t help yourself but grind on his leg as his hands pull down the front of your shirt and exposing your lacy bra. He reaches in and pinches your nipples; you keen at the touch, sucking in a sharp inhale of air.

“Are you even going to make it to my floor?” he teases you, pushing his leg harder against your throbbing, clothed cunt.

All you can do in response is moan obscenely. At this point every drop of inhibition is gone and you push back on his chest causing him to step back from you. You use this moment to drop to your knees and begin to unhook his belt.

“No,” you exhale as you begin to palm his straining erection almost painfully pressing against the seams of his pants. You unbutton his pants as he starts to run his hands through your hair, but the elevator arrives at his floor, and you hear a soft ‘ding’ when the doors open.

Disappointed, you stand up quickly and shuffle into Satoru’s suite, adjusting yourself back into your shirt, kicking your shoes off at the door and dropping your purse. You check your phone and see a message from your boyfriend:

>>> have fun ;)

You immediately stuff the phone in your dropped purse in a panic. But as soon as you bend down, you feel a pair of hands around your ass and a clothed erection pressed up against you.

“You’re making it too easy, baby,” Satoru croons into your ear and you roll yourself up to standing holding contact.

“Are you complaining?” your pussy pulses as he continues to grab your ass with one hand and snakes the other around your abdomen and pulls you in tighter. Satoru leans in to take a nip at your neck before releasing you and walking over to the door for the veranda.

You follow in his wake, eager to see the view of the city from here. The chill of the midsummer night washes over you, but just as quickly, Satoru approaches you at the railing and engulfs your body with his.

He doesn’t waste any time sliding his hands up your shirt, unclasping your bra, and removing both in one fell swoop. Satoru drops your items on the edge of the balcony before spinning you around and kneeling before you to remove your shorts.

Oh, he looks stunning from this angle. Subservient but dominating in power. Another trick he hasn’t played in a while.

You rest the back of your forearms against the balcony, spreading your legs slightly once your shorts are off. Head buried in the ozone of lust and anticipation.

You slip one leg over Satoru’s shoulder as he leans up to whisper a touch of his nose to your clothed cunt as he inhales your sweet scent of arousal.

He palms his restrained cock as his free hand rubs over your needy bud, eliciting a whiny moan from you. Seeing how soaked your little, useless, thong is, he hooks his finger onto the scrap of fabric and pulls it aside.

You use your heel to push Satoru closer to you and he eagerly obliges. Placing his hands on each thigh, he spreads your legs more to gain easier access to your dripping pussy.

Satoru licks a long stripe up your cunt, gathering your copious arousal on his tongue. Coming back again, he takes his middle finger and teases your hole eagerly clenching around nothing. Focusing his tongue on your aching nib, he adds a second finger and you let out another strained whine. He slowly slides his fingers in and out, twisting his hand and curling the tips to drag against that spongy spot deep inside you. You buck at the pace of his ministrations, moans getting louder with each thrust.

The pressure is building in your core, your heel is digging in even more to Satoru’s back. He moans into you, the vibrations traveling up your spine through the ends of your hair.

“C’mon baby, give it to me,” Satoru moans into you. His fingers speeding up, one arm reaching around your waist, tongue pushing directly and lips sucking on your pulsing clit.

The sensations reach a fever pitch, and you scream out as your orgasm takes you. Your hips jut wildly, your hands grip the railing of the veranda, and you throw your head back as the electric shock runs through your body.

Once you have regained some semblance of control over your body again, you slide your leg off Satoru’s shoulder. Satoru pulls his fingers out and sits back on his heels once your leg releases him. Licking his fingers clean with a moan, savoring your taste.

Satoru stands up and cages you in against the railing, urgently crashing his lips on yours, sharing your taste covering his tongue, lips, and chin. You eagerly accept, moaning into him as you lightly bite his invading tongue.

“How about we move this somewhere more comfortable?” Satoru grabs your hand and leads you back inside.

He brings you down the hall to his bedroom, dim lighting accentuating his aethereal features. You fall back into the plush bedding while the bed dips with a shirtless Satoru sitting behind you, legs on either side of your body.

Rolling over and sitting on your knees, you gently push Satoru’s chest allowing him to fall backwards. Nimble hands slide their way back down his abdomen, following the dips and peaks. What luck of the genetic lottery did he win to have such divine musculature.

You quickly finish the job you started in the elevator and remove his pants. Running your hand over his twitching erection restrained by his tight black boxer briefs, you give a few squeezes before you quickly rid him of the final layer.

All ten inches of his veiny cock spring free and slap against his abdomen. Your nerves suddenly come crashing back. But this time, it’s over how you’ll be able to take all of Satoru in you. You look up and see a shit eating grin on Satoru, arms resting behind his head.

You’re not the first person to gawk over his size. Aside from the obvious prizes for winning this game, the stunned moments his dates share compete for this reward.

You grasp the base of his cock and start to slowly stroke up to the tip, gathering his leaking precum as you slide your hand back down. After several strokes, you slide your hips over his and line up your wet cunt with his angry red tip.

Satoru places his hands on your hips to guide you as you slowly sink down. All the teasing, the anticipation, the yearning has built to this moment.

“There you go, doll. Take it easy,” he chuckles as you gasp. Feeling full and it’s only barely halfway in, you let out a shakey moan. Bottoming out, you hold still for a moment before slowly rocking your hips back and forth. Savoring the fullness and depth he’s reached inside of you.

Locking eyes, you throw your head back, hair flying back in a splash as you pick up speed, taking control of your pleasure. You’ll deal with the consequences in the morning, the fun of chasing and capturing this apex specimen has you enthralled.

Sliding your hands up your body, giving in to the rhythm, you pinch your nipples and let your full tits fall and shake.

In an instant, a blink, and your world flips around and suddenly your chest is in the plush bed, a hand under your abdomen hiking you up. Pace never faltering, Satoru’s heavy balls now slapping against your ass as you’re pulled up onto your hands and knees.

“I loved the view, but something tells me you like this better,” he pulls back and finds that one angle that gets that scream from you.

You reach up to the headboard for leverage as you push back against Satoru. You can feel the coil winding again, deep in your stomach. A hand finds its way to your peaked nipples and with one, two, three pinches your orgasm washes over you again. You lose your grip on the headboard, crashing into the pillows while Satoru slows to feel your warm gummy walls pulse around him.

Not wanting to spill just yet, he waits until you’ve regained some control before reaching his thumb towards your little unused hole.

You feel a sudden wetness drip onto your ass as Satoru’s thumb presses the spit into you. Gasping at the intrusion, you just moan “more, please, god.”

With a smirk, Satoru slowly slides his thumb in and out, half speed to his hips. Using his other hand, he grips your plump ass and then pulls back for a loud slap. Not impressed with the sound of the first, he reels back for a second. This time, leaving a lovely red mark. Secretly hoping it is still visible when you go home in the morning to whomever is waiting for you.

“Baby, can I give you a mess?” Satoru asks, not a drop of fatigue in his voice, only lust.

Your mouth answers, again, before you can even think of a response, “please.”

Satoru pulls his thumb and cock out of you, precum and your slick leaving a sticky trail connecting the two of you as you roll over to your back.

Satoru is kneeling as if to propose and offering you pearls instead across your pussy.

As he finishes, you reach down to spread the sticky mess on your sensitive and hairline trigger clit. Utterly debauched, you cum with a yelp and arch your back at your own touch.

Satoru collapses on the bed next to you, taking your wet hand into his. You moan and clench your thighs as he cleans off your hands, taking each finger in turn, slowly rolling the digit around in his mouth and across his tongue.

“I should wash up,” you croak out, trying to avoid eye contact while your one-night stand seemingly fucks you again with his ocean blue eyes.

Satoru gives your fingers one final lick and slides out of bed. He disappears into the bathroom, and you hear the shower turn on. After a minute, he pops out of the door “shower’s this way, doll.”

Somehow you manage to wash up, in spite of an extra pair of hands and a sneaky pair of lips following after every clean patch of skin.

Falling asleep is easy, the warm afterglow of a couple orgasms and a spicy shower let you both drift off into the morning.

Rolling over, you’re awakened by vibrations coming from the headboard. You reach up and find Satoru’s phone ringing.

“Hey, fix it,” you grumble as you push the phone into Satoru’s chest. He removes his arm from under your head as he blinks several times attempting to read the caller ID.

“Yo,” his voice gravelly and clipped. “Mhmm, yeah sure no problem.” He hangs up and puts the phone back on the shelf.

Satoru reaches his arm across you and pulls you into the crook of his neck, kissing the top of your head.

“Hi,” you mumble as you stretch your leg across his.

“Breakfast? I’m in the mood for pancakes,” a rogue hand makes its way down your back onto the swell of your ass.

“And some ibuprofen?” your free hand finds its way through his abs. You can’t believe how someone who just woke up doesn’t have morning breath nor the musty musk of a just-awoken body.

“How about a hair of the dog that bit you?” he winks as he gets out of bed and puts on a pair of lounge pants, letting them hang low.

You walk around the corner, hearing an unexpected voice coming from the kitchen. Clad in nothing but a button-down shirt you pulled from Satoru’s closet, you decide to make the best of it and ignore any shame for being the one-night stand the morning after.

“Hey handsome, pancakes smell good,“ you stop short as you round the corner and see who Satoru is talking to.

“Hey baby, sounds like you had a good night,” Suguru turns away from Satoru to face you as you approach the kitchen. He gives you a slow elevator stare. “Looks it, too.”

“I-I did. And you sounded amazing last night, I loved the new song,” you excitedly bounce over to Suguru a kiss on the cheek and join him at the kitchen island.

“Hey Satoru, you should be more careful where you put your guests’ clothes. These-“ Suguru places a shirt and bra on the table, “were laying on the sidewalk this morning. And considering I bought them for my girlfriend, I know they came from your veranda.”

Satoru’s jaw hits the floor as he attempts to work out what is unfolding in front of him. Suguru never mentioned he had a girlfriend, and you didn’t mention a boyfriend. Wait, then why did he send that text message last night?

“I’m sorry but what is happening?” Satoru points his spatula at you, catching you in the middle of a messy kiss with Suguru.

“When I found out my lovely girlfriend ran into you, we decided to see how long it would take before you tried to get into her pants,” you’re pulled closer to Suguru.

“It was my idea, once Sugu filled me in on your sordid history.”

Satoru rolls his eyes at the implications.

“Yeah. Now, I tipped the deck in my favor by setting up the private show last night. I knew you couldn’t resist the tempatation.”

“What am I, some common manwhore?” Satoru cries as he puts a hand on his hip and returns to the griddle.

“Yes” both you and Suguru respond in unison.

“But a manwhore with a really nice ass,” you add.

Satoru just sighs and serves up three plates.

[furrycatas3922]

loud dramatic sigh

forced to fix my intro post (i see you, nick.)

hhere we go i think

hi im winter/furrycatas

um

my prns are she/any (idc anymore you can use he/him. im fine with it lmayo. she pref tho) but uhh cis gal

i rarely post!! i want to post more but im lazy... sigh

i play two instruments

things i like i think: dialtown, dsaf, space/cosmology (ask me about my favorite black hole), electrobasis, crk, wc, wof, chiikawa, (im cowering in shame saying this but...) dandys world (the game is fun ok.), inhmaims, phighting, httyd, forsaken, ecos la brea, osc, phighting, percy jackson, all tomorrows, instruments/orchestra (any instruments in general. ask me about my child (my viola lmayo), kny (sabito or inosuke they could NEVER make me hate you 🙏)

im not adding any more 💔💔 youll tell by my reblogs..

i know its a handful im not sorry

my super duper cool friends that are on tumblr:

@moldsporesinhaler (malewife((platonic 😁)) (hi gayboy)

@moxxiedumbfag (other wife((platonic 😁))

@mrbananathebananaman hi bananamanasaurus rex. this guyis cool

@kitjumper my goat kit. whatsup kit

i probably missed someone... 😢😢😢

h. hi guys!!!!!!

edit: i am a minor!! please do not interact w me if ur one of those blogs who post nudes!! sorry!! hope u understand!!!

[infinite-ticking-clock37]

ALRIGHTY I HAVE WATCHED THE III FINALEE

IT TOOK ME A WHILE BEFORE I COULD WATCH IT CUZ MY FRIEND WAS COMING OVER TO WATCH IT WITH ME BUT HOLY SHIT I LOVEDD ITT

SPOILERS BELOWW!!

OK I WONT GO IN A SPECIFIC ORDER HHERE BUT HERE WE GO!!

ALRIGHTY SO FIRST I JUST GOTTA SAY I LOVE SPRINGY AND I AM VERY HAPPY HES ALIVE AND BETTER NOWW

SECOND, I LOVE SILVER SO MUCH HES SO SILLY AND SILVERCANDLE HAS WON TOO EVERYONE (Also congrats Candle x YinYang shippers for ur win even tho I don't really like it but congrats =] )

ALSO MEPHONE4S?? BALLPOINT PEN?? (kind of) WALKIE TALKIE IS GOOD NOW TOO!! SPRINGTALKIE CAN HAPPEN TOO

ALSO THE BOT BOT!! AND AND FANTUBE FAMILYY AAAAAAAAAAAA

NOW MEPHONE IS RETURNING TO SEASON 2!! YIPPIEEEE

AND CONGRATS FOR CABBY ON WINNINGG I WAS ROOTING FOR HERR!! =D

I WISH I COULD DRAW SOMETHING FOR IT FOR I CAN'T CUZ MY DAMN TABLE

ANYWAYS I LOVED THE EPISODE AND WE ALSO HAD A FEW SILVERLOON MOMENT TOO SO YAY

ALRIGHT BYEE

[abandonedvirtualfriend]

(if this doesn't match the plot you and robo are going for, it's /nf and you can choose not to do this one:!! love you/p hope you're taking breaks in between asks, dont forget you need rest too) i might glitch as a result as well, but i tap kinito's shoulder to get his attention breathe in, breathe out. we have to focus on getting everyone to safety first okay? i barged in here after observing a bit and i think it's going a tad bit far ,, i'm carrying A sso LLWLETS RUN !!!!!! DAWGWG we are NOT staying in hhere ((drawing this once it shows up on my feed hrehehehehe - 🕊️

[peopleinlovestink]

Fuuuuuuck hhere we go

[lewdaudio]

Monster Lover's March Day 5 - Were-Hyena

I'm a bit (very) late on this @monluvmarch story, but I liked it enough that I wanted to flesh it out a little (and I write slowly). More wholesome this time!

M human reader x F were-hyena character in an established relationship.

Story below:

You and your were-hyena girlfriend have decided that you're ready to try something new: Intimacy while she's transformed.

CW: Biting, both characters have penises (one pseudo)

“Are you sure you still wanna do this? I can get pretty gross.”

In the dimly-lit bedroom of a small, twelfth-floor apartment, you sit on the end of the mattress alongside Raia. She looks down at her legs after asking her question, kicking one lightly back and forth against the mattress. The rhythm of the sound and the rain against the window soothes you.

You pick up your hand and place it on hers. You look at her and see her hair, puffed up in the way that some were-people’s hair naturally sits. You’re briefly lost in its jagged edges, following an unkempt strand as it separates from the rest.

“I told you I wanted to see you, right? That hasn’t changed”, you reassure.

She looks back up at you and makes quick eye contact before looking away again, leg still swinging. 

“Okay.” She pauses, and takes a deep breath.

“I never really know when it’s gonna… when it’ll *hit.* I just know it’ll be tonight, at some point.”

“You want to put something on while we wait?”

“Yeah.”

In the bedroom of a small apartment with the curtains drawn against the full moon, you lay in bed with Raia, watching and waiting. You’ve both seen this show before. It’s comfort.

Zoned out and half-asleep, you feel her stir beside you. She sits up and starts to get out from under the blankets, quickly takes off her top, then stares at you.

“It’s gonna be soon. Really soon.”

You briefly see the universe reflected in her amber eyes, then something behind them shifts. She leaps out of bed and rushes behind a translucent divider set up between the bed and the wall of the room. You fumble for the remote, sit up, and pause the show.

“Sorry,” her voice pokes out from the divider, “You really, really don’t want to see the actual transformation. Promise. I’m used to it and I still hate seeing it. It’s so… fleshy. Eugh.” Her silhouette shudders visibly.

You’re still curious about how a were-person transformation actually looks. Those with the condition tend to guard the process very closely, and you’ve been led to believe it’s a little different for everyone who experiences it.

For now, you decide to leave it be. You can still see her silhouette behind the divider window, taking off the last piece of her underwear so it’s not damaged by what’s to come.

Sensing that she doesn’t want silence right now, you reply, “I can’t wait.”

She exhales another smile, still not really believing that you do. It’s quickly replaced by a low groan.

“Oh boy. HhEre we go.”

Her voice twists and retches. It pulls itself back into its usual smoothness for a moment before the process continues.

You see her hand and arm expand, accompanied by the sound of twisting flesh. Her body cracks as she begins to grow in height while her legs become distended and digitigrade, rough edges of hair replacing the usual smoothness of her form.

She coughs, the form of her voice changing. Locked onto what you see unfolding behind the blur of the window, you finally see her neck widen and hunch over into the naturally crooked shape of a were-hyena’s, with an entirely new head at the end of it - wider, animalistic, and with a short snout you can already see. Her breathing turns to panting.

She clutches her stomach and doubles over. You’re about to get up and rush over when she stands up again, catching her breath. 

“I’m okay. Whoow. I’m okay, it’s done.”

Her voice hits your ear differently. Not deeper, but with an entirely different shape due to the changes in her neck and face. It’s rough, like the sound of a cat’s tongue running over smooth skin.

She stands and waits, still panting, behind the divider. Her tongue lolls out, then she pulls it back into her mouth.

“Come out! I wanna see. I’m not gonna say anything weird.” you promise.

“I believe you, I just need to… gather my strength, I guess.”

“You look plenty strong already.”

“You know what I mean.”

She gingerly begins to step out from the divider. With her new posture, you see her head first - a strange combination of what you know full hyenas to look like, but with differences in shape that clearly make it more human. Her snout isn’t as long, and her eyes remain as deep as ever. Her smile wraps around her face now, revealing pink skin at her mouth’s edges, and much more dangerous-looking teeth. Her hair is the same as before, draped over her hunched back and poking up like a mountain skyline.

She chuckles - the sound is a strange combination of animal and human, more like something that belongs on a savannah than a bedroom.

“Hi.” She says, as she steps out fully. “Do, uh, do you like it?”

She scratches at her neck with her newfound paw.

You can tell she’s blushing, despite the fur covering her.

“Of course I do.” you state, plainly, and continue.

“Can I… pet… you? I want to know what the fur feels like.”

She covers her snout with both hands. “You said you wouldn’t say anything weird!”

“Sorry! Sorry, I just didn’t know how else to word that. Wow, you’re pretty.”

She needs only a single step now to close the gap and sit back down on the bed with you. She’s taller now, but the hunch in her spine puts her head level with yours. She smiles a new, toothy smile.

“Thanks.”

She looks around again for a moment and exhales strongly.

“Hooooh, this is weird. No one ever sees me like this. I usually just lay down and try to distract myself with something, shake the thoughts away.”

“Thoughts?”

“Yeah, they get kind of jumbled. Being like this changes the way I think, intrusive thoughts get louder, new thoughts happen, it’s hard to describe. Like right now I’m thinking of you, but I’m also thinking of jumping out the window and going for a run.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah.”

“Please don’t jump out the window.”

She gives you a playful punch on the arm. She’s definitely stronger than usual.

“Come on! Take this seriously.”

“Ouch, alright, sorry.”

“Oh no, did that hurt? Tell me if I do something out of line. You remember the safeword?”

“I do. Don’t worry.”

Your conversation fades into the background as you both sit with each other for a drawn-out, peaceful moment. She reaches out a clawed hand and you take it, pressing your thumb into her paw pads.

“Huh. That kinda tickles.” she responds, and shifts to grip your hand tighter.

“When did you get so cute?”

“Stop! There’s no way you think I’m *cute* like this.”

Still curious about how she feels, you run your free hand through her fur, starting from her shoulder and down her arm. Despite its frazzled appearance, it’s smooth. Still stroking her, you lean your head in, burying it into the crook of her neck.

“Hmm.” You hear her smile as she in turn begins to run her hand down your back.

You both continue for a time, satisfied in each other’s comfort.

Time continues to pass, and you hear her breathing become heavier, turning into a slow pant again. Worried, you pull your head from her and look at her now closed eyes. Her mouth is open, saliva dripping from her tongue.

“What’s wrong?”

“I-” she hesitates, “I knew this would happen, I shouldn’t have agreed to this, this was a bad idea. I should leave.”

“Wait, wait, what’s going on?”

She cracks her eyes open. The warmth from her expanded chest and lungs pass over your face like a summer gusts as she continues to pant. She stumbles over her words.

“Heat. It’s heat. I didn’t think this was part of it but it definitely is because you’re here.”

Not able to form a coherent response, and unwilling to let her sit there without one, you gently pull her closer in for a kiss.

The feeling of kissing a snout is different from the usual human kiss. You feel her wet nose and the way her lips connect together differently. As the kiss ends, her panting grows rougher.

“Do you really want thi-?”

Before she can finish her sentence, you respond with a breathless “Yes. Please.”

Another kiss.

“I’m glad. I’ve never done this… like this, before.”

As you pull back to catch your collective breaths, you see her face again. Wanting, just as much as you want her. You see the feeling in her eyes. You see the new curves created by her current form. You see her breasts, still shapely beneath her fur. She’s changed tonight, but she’s still the same.

You both plunge back into each other’s lips. Knowing how you feel now, her tongue enters your mouth, lapping at you hungrily. Her tongue still tastes the same, but it feels different. Rougher, longer. The feeling of her exploring your mouth in a new way makes you want even more.

You both continue. You can feel your erection growing, pushing against your underwear. Before you reach down to remove them, you begin to feel another heat growing down near your lower stomach as you continue to devour each other.

You pull back mutually, needing to find air in places other than each other’s lungs. You feel the heat below grow closer, until it touches you. Raia gasps.

“Oh, god.”

Looking down, you see her erection throbbing against your stomach. You suddenly remember an article you’d read about the unique genitalia of certain wild dogs.

“Is that-” 

“Yeah.”

Her pseudo-penis pulses, still growing in thickness as Raia grows more and more aroused by the feeling of her against you. She does not pull herself back. 

The sight of her fullness drives your mind to places you didn’t know it had. You feel each pulse of her heart in its foot-long extension. It resembles yours, but is coated with the same slippery feeling as the inside of the mouth you’d just been exploring, and is redder, slicker, fleshier. You want to know how it feels, and how the slickness you feel against your skin tastes.

Distracted, you don’t notice her moving her now wide-open mouth to your shoulder until you feel droplets of saliva on it.

“Raia?” you ask, wondering if she’s still okay.

Her mouth slowly begins to close.

“Wait, are you-”

Too stunned to move, you feel her teeth pierce your skin enough to draw blood. She seems to not notice your reaction.

“Raia!” you shout.

Her eyes open again and she rips her head back. You see her expression, horrified, teeth now redder than white.

“Oh god oh god oh god what happened? I was on total autopilot, did I…?”

She notices the bite.

“Oh no, honey, no, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s okay” you reassure her, not sure what to make of the situation at hand. No safeword. Not yet. You trust her.

“Here.” She says, determined to fix what she’s just done.

She leans in again, and tenderly starts to lick at the punctures. The sense of safety you felt before comes back, and you allow her to tend to you.

After the bleeding has mostly stopped, she pulls back again and asks, “Is that better? God, I feel terrible about this.”

You mean it when you say “It’s okay, really.” You trust her not to do it again.

You both sit in awkward silence.

“Do you want to keep going?” You ask, still feeling aroused from before.

“I do, but… what if I do that again? I don’t want to hurt you.”

“I don’t think you will. It’s in the back of your head now, you know it can happen. Your brain’ll poke you if the urge comes back.”

She smiles, still unsure, but happy with the reassurance.

“Okay.”

She pauses again, and looks at her still-visible erection.

“I’ve never seen myself like this before. Not in this form.” she says.

“I think it’s hot.” “Furry.”

“Oh, come on!”

She embraces you again, forcing an end to your conversation with another deep kiss. She pulls her tongue out of your throat and begins to lick at your neck, tenderly, but without relent. You feel the smooth fuzz of her arms around your back.

You think this feels a lot better than simply being kissed.

You feel her pressing into your lower body again. You quickly remove your underwear to allow the pressure in them to release.

Hers is larger than yours, but you’re both just as hard.

“Touch me. Please. I want to feel it.” She pleads, in between continues kisses.

You gingerly slide an open hand down her shaft. It glides easily, and she lets out a groan as she feels you stroke her full length. You tease her, up and down, with your open hand and splayed fingers, feeling her responses all the way.

“Oh my god.” She breathes, as she moves her hand down to service you in kind. You feel her pads and claws glide over your shaft, shuddering as she reaches the tip and pulls her hand back down. The wetness sticking to the fur on her hands creates a unique feeling against your stomach as you sit, facing each other, both focused only on the pleasure the other is feeling.

You moan, kiss and stroke, altering your movements to keep her satisfied. She does the same for you. As you pull away from another prolonged kiss to catch your breath, you return to her breast this time, licking eagerly.

“Oh! Ohhh…” You hear, as you continue. One of her legs is twitching.

“I’m close.” She pants rapidly. “I’m really - I’m - hhh!” Her breath catches as you feel her whole body shudder with pleasure, her hips bucking her shaft against your hand and stomach as you feel her come. Transparent and sticky, it falls down from your chest, to your stomach, to your crotch.

Raia keeps her embrace tight as she tries to recover from her orgasm. She rests her length on your stomach. It reaches from your pelvis to nearly your sternum. You realize you love this feeling, comforting you in the glow of her as she presses herself into you.

“You want more, right?” She asks.

“Yes.”

“Well, how about…” she teases, as she repositions her mouth over your still-full erection. Her tongue lolls out again, barely connecting with the tip. You twitch at its touch.

Parting her teeth carefully so as not to hurt your most sensitive area, you feel her lengthened mouth wrap around you completely. Her tongue wraps around your shaft and strokes you as she sucks, creating a most wonderful combination of feelings you never expected to feel. You moan greedily as you feel her tongue slide over your head, tasting your precum as you leak into her mouth.

“Soon.”  You manage to say between breaths. Raia speeds up, curling her tongue around your head and moving it quickly.

It’s too much. You pulse in her mouth, coating it in your juices. Your orgasm is long, and she does not stop her tongue or her lips or her mouth. You shudder as she pulls everything out of you, and hearing her messily swallow your load only makes you want more.

Finally, she releases you from her mouth. You fall back, still shuddering. Raia looks at you and licks her lips, giving you another toothy smile.

“You taste really good.” “I think I… I want to know what you taste like too.”

Her ears perk up. 

“Oh really?”

She leans back, opening her hips to accommodate you.

“Come on, then.”

You oblige, your tongue teasing her tip as you lean down toward her.

“It’s not like yours, it’s not sensitive at the tip. It’s the- the whole thing.” She says, wanting you to understand how to make her feel.

You begin to run your tongue up and down her shaft, tasting her and feeling her wetness mix in your mouth. After some more strokes like this, you stop briefly, listening again to her heavy panting.

You position your mouth over the tip again, fully open.

Apprehensively, you lower your waiting mouth over her. She gasps as you envelop her as deeply as you can, and you feel her throbbing, pulsing faster inside your mouth. Each beat of her heart fills you up more.

You put both hands around her base as you continue, letting her feel you over her entire length. All she can do is breathe between moans, and barely so. 

“I’m- again- “

You feel her release into your mouth as you suck. The same sticky, salty emission as before. Unprepared, you cough, releasing her, and sending her ejaculation all over her fur as she continues outside of your mouth. A fountain spurts until it has nothing left to release. Embarrassed, you turn away, allowing her to recover. Her hand covers her eyes, and she continues to breathe her ragged breaths of pleasure.

“Was that good?” you ask.

“Yes.” She says between breaths. “Please do that again sometime.”

“You want to do this again?”

“Yes. Oh, yes. This is really nice.”

“Me too.”

As you both take in the afterglow, you lock eyes and smile.

Yeah. This was really nice.

“Want some help washing up?” You ask, seeing how much she’s been covered.

“That’d be nice too.” She says.

In the bathroom of a small apartment, the two of you clean off after an eventful night. One of you uses an entire bottle of shampoo.

Both of you are glad you tried something new.

END

[ezioauditore-s]

[jasonpng]

[ jeon jungkook. / male. / he/his. ] i heard han jaesung is going into business with their friends, but the twenty-five year old can’t go wrong with nine other people helping, right? they’re a former sous chef, but will be a chef at joliet bed & breakfast! their insensitive yet dependable personality is pretty fitting for that, i guess. the sight of them gives me the vibe of midnight drive-ins, humming to yourself as you work, a breeze ruffling through a clothesline and that one clip of a deflated dancing pikachu getting hauled off stage, and seeing that running across the sand is pretty sweet.

fabric softener, that one clip of a deflating dancing pikachu getting hauled off-stage, curling up in freshly warmed sheets, sizzling plates, the slow drag of a bow over a violin, bus rides with your head leaned against the window, earphones at full blast, midnight drive-ins, humming to yourself as you work, singing when you think you're alone, the beach at sunrise, a breeze ruffling through a clothesline

hi i’m miki and i’m excited 2 b here!!! this is m’boy jason (or jae, or jaesung) and he’s fairly new SO!!!! smash that like and i’ll come to u for plotting!

the stats

full name: jaesung “jason” han nicknames: jae, jayjay, jason, son, han solo age: 25 birthday: december 12 languages: english, korean, minimal japanese education: institute of culinary education graduate occupation: chef at joliet bed and breakfast, part-time food blogger hobbies: violin, eating, sleeping, collecting rock records, sketching mbti: entp blood type: b+ zodiac: sagittarius hogwarts house: gryffindor alignment: chaotic ANNOYING! sexuality: bisexual drinking, smoking, drugs: yes, yes, only marijuana faceclaim: jeon jungkook likes: rock music, classical music, herbal tea, garlic bread, any food in general, freshly washed sheets, dogs, astronomy, raccoons, coin laundries, anything vintage, horror films and documentaries, fiction books, wildlife, his motorcycle anubis (a super sexy harley davidson…he’s got that bad boy aesthetic going on but he is FAR from being one), his lil hamster bonnie dislikes: birds, horror films, anything scary, bitchy customers, stale coffee, fizzy drinks, people who are rude to service staff, cats (the film), spiders, korea’s educational system, the loch ness monster, soy milk

the biography

—o1. jason grew up in a modern korean household in maryland; his parents are more open-minded than the traditional korean family, so there’s really no dramatic backstory to write. he’s the eldest of three siblings, and they’re pretty much a tight-knit family. while he was encompassed by a totally western environment, his family never failed to remind them of their roots; they would travel to korea every summer to visit his grandparents in seoul.

—o2.  as a child, jason’s favourite past-time was watching his parents cook. his father is a renowned celebrity chef of a five-star restaurant in la, and his mother was the owner of a quaint bakery in ocean city. soon enough, his father was teaching him the basics of cooking. he was a natural, and by high school, he was on his way into becoming a chef like his father. the path to his dream career had been an easy one; his parents were well-known, and through family connections, jason earned himself a spot in one of the best culinary schools in the world: the institute of culinary education.  

—o3. wherever jason went, he was overshadowed by the family name. he loved his parents, he really did, but being the son of joowon han came with a privilege, of sorts. a privilege that he hated. people were convinced that jason only managed to get in ICE was because of his family background. he’d often hear whispers from peers; he was often criticised for depending on his parents—which was true, in a sense. jason didn’t have to worry about anything. while his fellow classmates were worrying over their career paths, he had a sous chef position waiting for him at his father’s restaurant right after graduation.

—o4. being the youngest sous chef in a five-star restaurant was difficult. twenty-one year olds weren’t taken seriously in the kitchen. especially not the head chef’s son, who was fresh out of culinary school and looked so out of place, with his dark leather jacket and ripped jeans. jason struggled the first few months; while  the people were cordial around his father, he had to endure passive-aggressive comments about his privilege behind the scenes. jason wanted to make a name for himself; he didn’t want to be reduced to a celebrity chef’s son who just got lucky. so he worked—he worked and worked and worked until the jealous muttering stopped and he gained the respect of his subordinates.

—o5. after three years into working with his father, the enthusiasm ebbed and jason felt nothing but dissatisfaction. he didn’t want this—he didn’t want to be clinging on to his father for support his entire life. fearing that his passion for cooking will wither if he kept on working at the restaurant, he quit and moved back to maryland, getting a place for himself and eager to learn to stand on his own two feet.

in-depth

—a natural-born leader: working as a sous chef enabled jason to have a great command of handling a team. at first, he had been meek, but through determination and his sheer drive to prove the negative people in his life wrong, he was able to cultivate himself into a good leader. in the kitchen, jason is totally in his element, oozing with confidence and assertiveness.

—the dependable one: jason is organised and he’s the type of person who you can rely on for help. he prioritises his friends and family over anything else. need someone to drive you home? jason’s the guy for you. suffering from a bad hangover? he’s got the perfect hangover shake. you lost your house keys and need a place to stay? jason’s got an extra room in his apartment ready. jason is always making sure his friends are well cared for. and probably also giving them lectures whenever they make questionable choices.

—this bitch is impulsive: as much as jason has his shit together, jason can be impulsive—you might catch him splurging on the new yeezy shoes, or planning a spontaneous, overpriced trip to the bahamas. he likes having fun, and sometimes, that energy gets him into tricky situations. he really likes spending money, and unfortunately, his parents never taught him the important value of thriftiness.

—sometimes he can be harsh: jason had been pampered all throughout his life, and sometimes he disregards other people’s feelings because he is simply oblivious—brutal honesty is a double-edged sword. it takes a lot to piss him off, because he’s rather good at handling his emotions, but when you successfully do, it’s not a pretty sight. he tends to say things he doesn’t mean in the heat of the moment. in addition, jason tends to hold grudges; if someone has done him wrong, you bet your ass he’ll never look at you the same way ever again.

+: energetic, headstrong, intuitive, protective

-: argumentative, insensitive, over-analytical, rash

miscellaneous

— drives around town with his bike! he has a car but it’s parked in his childhood home… he doesn’t really use it that much unless he needs to go out of the state or something

— has a white lil pet hamster named bonnie...she is his CHILD!!!!!! — he has a food blog that he constantly updates for fun; his following is steadily going up... amazin....

— has always been an artsy kid... if he didn’t like cooking so much he would’ve pursued a career in art — always seems to be snacking on something? raw carrots in particular...... — he is also a gym rat! he eats a damn lot, so he’s gotta burn those calories, right? he usually jogs early in the morning and goes to the gym after work — he’s played the violin ever since he was a child! he wants to learn how to play the guitar but he keeps on procrastinating

the wanted connections (if any of these interest you, hit me up! some are more detailed than others but all of them are open to modifications tbh, we can develop them however we want :) feel free to  choose multiple plots..,.,. go crazy)

— vibe check. - sometimes, he forgets to take care of himself and this person!!!! is his mom friend, the terry to his jake peralta, the person he can count on when he’s crossfaded in the middle of nowhere at 3 in the morning. (ivy)

— bff. - the ride or die. the one person jason would literally murder for. he loves them and  considers them as his family. they are 100% with each other and? both are probably equally chaotic sfjldsdjfhsdlk (minnie)

— the squad. - i really love the idea of jason having three close friends! i can see them going on spontaneous trips and doing really, really dumb shit in general dsjfls (1/3) — the roommate. - PLS! he needs a roommate...imagine the domesticity i’m WEAK (minki)

— buzzfeed unsolved. - jason believes in the supernatural. this person doesn’t. jason spends a lot  of his free time trying to convince this person that ghosts are, in fact, real, often taking them to ‘haunted’ places and attempting to summon spirits through his ouija board. (minnie)

— i’m baby. - basically, jason dotes on this person like a mama bird. he cooks them meals, drives them to places and always keeps an eye out for them. — the confidant. - the person he could say he truly trusts the most; while jason is generally sociable, he finds it hard to open up to people, preferring to be the confidant than to confide in his friends. they’re the first person he runs to when he’s upset or stressed. (sienna)

— friends. - open to multiple of all types (fellow foodie, gym buddies, unlikely, one-sided, frenemies, neighbors, etc.)

— flings, hookups, fwbs. - open to multiple. (can be messy, can be casual)

— exes. - jason has lived in ocean city all his life, so anything is possible! they could’ve been at the same high school, maybe they broke up because jason moved to new york and the relationship fizzled out, they could be on good terms or bad terms………GIVE ‘EM TO ME (sienna; exes on good terms with a tiny bit of unresolved feelings)

— the pianist. - this is a lil specific, but basically i imagine jason having participated in music competitions and performed in galas, and this person is their partner!! their other half!!! the nodame to his chiaki!!!! if ur muse can play the piano pls hmu this is just a really cute relationship that i cant stop thinkin about bc jason is a violin nerd (ivy)

— romance. - i’m a hoe for spicy plots! i don’t really want to give out anything specific, but some suggestions aaaare: opposites, exes w/ feelings, one-sided love, skinny love, a love-hate relationship….. 

feel free to go through my wanted connections tag for inspiration!

[dungoubaystrogs]

[birdsong-warriors]

Will there be cute/sad moments between Swift paw and his half siblings bramblekit ans tawnykit?

Hmmm, maaaaybe... >u>

[wovenstarlight]

GUYS

GUYSGUYS GUYS GUYS GUYS JHUS HHUYS

[abc1dspntjlc4]

Some boys really are just that dumb huh....

[cutiepisenpai]

In Your Dreams part 5

Spencer Reid x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff, Smut, Explicit Sexual Content. Unprotected Sex. 

Six weeks had passed since they first met. They spent every moment they could together when they weren’t working but it was more of when Spencer wasn’t working. Their soul’s longed for each other when they were apart feeling lost and empty. After the first week they had met they exchange keys to make seeing each other easier. Spencer would let Y/N know when he was heading home from a case and she would be up waiting for him every time. They still shared dreams. It made the times when they were separated easier and when they were in bed together they would fall asleep side by side to spend their nights together in their dreams and get to wake up together not feeling alone for the first time in their lives. It felt almost surreal at first, neither of them knowing what to do. What was really acceptable? Some soulmates' relationships moved rather fast after meeting, almost all immediately moving in together and getting married. Y/N could understand the reasoning wanting to be close with their newly found other half, now that she had Spencer in her life she didn’t want to be without him. And with his job taking him so far away and putting him in constant danger the worry made her sick. 

Spencer is driving to Y/N’s place getting back from a case. He had called her earlier that day saying he wouldn’t be back until tomorrow because at the time he doubted they would be back any earlier. He thought about calling her and letting her know he would be coming back early but decided against it. He had keys to get in and he didn’t want her staying up waiting for him, even though she said it didn’t bother her he could see the exhaustion wearing on her. He turns the key opening the door as quietly as possible. It’s dark inside dimly lit by the streetlights peaking through the curtains. He puts his bags down on the chair closest to the door before heading down the hall to the bedroom. In the bed lies Y/N sleeping peacefully on his side of the bed wearing one of his shirts. Spencer takes a quick shower before climbing in bed behind Y/N wrapping his arms around her and a few minutes later drifting off into a peaceful slumber. Awaking in their dreamland it has changed since they found each other taking on the places they go together in their shared life. They can still change it at will but now instead of seeing darkness before the dream begins to form they will see the coffee shop they visit in the morning, their favorite bookstore, a park they take walks in and either of their apartments. Tonight though he knows he went to sleep in Y/N’s apartment but what he sees surrounding him is his own apartment and on his couch is Y/N sitting humming along to the music that plays on the record player. He enjoys seeing her like this now just like she is in real life when she’s working on something eyes closed lost in the music, her head bobs as she hums mumbling lyrics and her toes wiggle. If she was on her feet she would be dancing. He remembers the first time he went to her apartment unexpectedly letting himself in, he could hear her in the kitchen and when he rounded the corner he saw her dancing around while cooking wearing a cardigan he had left and no pants she was perfect. He walks around the couch and grabs hold of one her wiggling toes breaking her out of her trance. She almost seemed startled until she opened her eyes to see him, the once startled look on her face breaking into a bright beaming smile. “Hey, what are you doing here?” She says moving across the couch to sit on his lap as he sat down. “What am I doing here?” He says gesturing to the apartment. “I live here. What are you doing here?” “You know that’s not what I meant. I thought you were working. I don’t usually see you when you’re working. And I’m always here when you’re gone. It makes me feel closer to you.” Y/N says. Spencer hadn’t expected that, she was right usually when he was gone working they weren’t asleep at the same time if he got any sleep while working a case. “I didn’t think you came here when I was gone. I thought you would be at the beach or the waterfall or the park.” “Are you here?” She asks, “Here?” “Yea like physically, are you home? I can feel you.” She says running her hands through his curly locks. “I got back earlier, I didn’t want you to stay up waiting for me. Plus you’re so cute when you sleep in my clothes.” He says, relishing in the feeling of her hands in his hair. He brings his hands to her hips rubbing gentle circles. “I was thinking about something.” He says. “What is that?” “Moving in together in a single apartment, yours probably since you have more room.” “Are we ready for that?” She asks, “I’ve been ready to spend my life with you for so long. Are you not ready?” Y/N is chewing on her bottom lip, “It’s not that, I want to spend every hour of everyday with you but…” She trails off. How much of a difference would that really make in their lives. When Spencer isn’t working they are practically glued to each other. He spends more time at her apartment, stating it would be safer for him to come to her rather than the other way around. They go to bed together and wake up together, every part of their daily lives includes each other now, and she enjoyed it that way, so why bother waiting. Spencer kisses her forehead, “What are you thinking?” “We practically live together already, okay let’s do it.” Spencer smiles brightly and the rest of their dream is spent making plans. 

Thirty days later Spencer has moved out of his own apartment and is mostly unpacked at his and Y/N’s apartment. Y/N insisted that they keep some of his furniture to make sure he feels more at home and add color; he insists her apartment is lacking. They are unpacking the final box, “You own more books than most people have ever read.” Y/N says handing books to Spencer to place into the books shelf. “Considering your music collection is made of multiple types of media I don’t think you have much of an argument.” “Hey, music is my work, this is completely necessary. And how many quantum physics books do you own? Is there different information in them or something?” No sooner than the question left her mouth did Y/N regret it. She loved Spencer and she even loved his rants but sometimes it was hard for her to follow along. Nonetheless she listens as he explains the differences in the books she pointed out. With the final book put away and the last of the boxes broken down ready to go out to be recycled Y/N and Spencer relax on the couch. Exhausted but also exhilarated they lay together holding hands comfortably just enjoying each other’s presence. “What should we do now?” Y/N asks. “We could always nap.” “I’m not that tired but I will lay with you while you nap.” “Hmm watching me while I sleep no thanks creep.” Spencer laughs out. Y/N opens her mouth offended. “I don’t think you’re one to talk. I wake up to you staring at me a lot” “That’s because you’re so beautiful I have no other choice than to stare. I have another idea.” He says not finishing his thought. He stands up bringing Y/N with him carrying her to their now shared bedroom. “So you do want me to watch you sleep?” She laughs out before he places her down on the bed. “Nope, but I think I can wear you out to the point where you'll be able to nap.” He says leaning down to kiss her on the lips. “If you’re up for it that is.” “If you think you can.” Y/N says challenging him. Leaning down to capture her lips kissing gently while rubbing circles on the sliver of exposed skin where her shirt began to ride up. She shivers under his touch giggling, something he had learned previously was that she was extremely ticklish. Taking advantage using this knowledge he moves his hands up her sides softly causing her to squirm and start laughing loudly. “Th… thi..s is..n’t wh..aaa..at you said.” She laughs unable to control herself and he thoroughly enjoyed it. Nipping at her bottom lip, “Is this not what you want? I’m having fun and laughter can be exhausting.” He says with a smirk. Y/N responds by wrapping her legs around his hips pulling him closer and grinding against the bulge forming in his pants eliciting a moan from him and bringing a smirk of her own to her face. She raises an eyebrow at him as if to ask if he would continue to try and win at this. The thing they learned the first time they slept together is that they both enjoyed teasing each other leading to many pent up sessions. Not willing to give in just yet Spencer runs his hand through her hair before giving a small tug causing her to gasp and kissing into her open mouth. He grinds back against her all the while still tickling her sides. Y/N is so overstimulated from everything happening she can’t do anything more than moan and whimper. She puts an arm around Spencer’s neck pulling him closer into her body. Both so caught up in their activities they gave up on their attempts to tease each other. Clothes are shed and thrown to various parts of the room. Y/N gasps grasping onto the pillows, Spencer was expertly moving his fingers against her clit and trailing kisses along her neck. “Spencer.” She moans out as he moved his fingers from her clit and inserts two fingers into her. She began to rock her hips to meet the rhythm of his fingers pumping into her. He crooks his hand to rub circles on her clit with his thumb, her back arches as she moans, “Th.. hhere.. Rriight… ttthhere.” Her toes curl, “I’m gonna cum.” she pants out. “Then cum.” and just like that pleasure coursed through her body. Still spasming from her orgasm she didn’t notice that Spencer had removed his hand and was lining himself with her entrance and sinking slowly into her. He groans as he pushed in still feeling her walls spasm around him still coming down from her last orgasm. When he is fully sheathed inside of her he places a gentle kiss on her forehead. Waiting for her to show some sign that it was okay for him to continue, she taps his arm and when they make eye contact he knows what she wants to say. He pulls out slowly before reentering at the same slow pace. Her whimpers for him to speed up fall upon deaf ears as he continues at his tortuous pace. Y/N lifts her hips to meet his in an effort to make him speed up but rather than give her what she wants he hooks his right arm under her leg lifting it essentially pinning her to the bed and continuing at his set pace but reaching deeper within her. Overstimulated Y/N can do nothing more than moan, whimper and squirm under Spencer. He lifts her leg slightly higher as he rubs against her g-spot repeatedly. He moans get louder, breathier as she is reaching her second peak. Spencer finally speeds up, capturing her lips again moaning into each other's mouths as they orgasm in unison. Spencer holds himself up above her body resting his forehead against hers as they come down from their highs. When they have finally caught their breath Spencer pulls out and rolls to his side. He looks over to Y/N her eyes are closed but he can tell she isn’t asleep but it wouldn’t be long. He reluctantly gets up to go grab a washcloth to clean them up before they fall asleep. He lays back down pulling Y/N into his chest. She has already fallen asleep. He will be joining her soon and right now he can’t help but be filled with joy. He has a person who understands him like no other, always happy to see him, to listen to him rant about anything. He has waited his entire life for her and here they are.

A/N: This is the final part to In Your Dreams hope you enjoyed it. 

[coldkryptonitecupcake]

“Abomination”, Ch. 14

  One warp jump later, the trio were landing at the Shore again, this time in Soriks' Cut. "Stay here for just a sec, big guy. Gotta make sure none of Spider's goons are around," Poppy said, motioning for Narvuk to stay in the ship. She crept out, rifle at the ready. To her left, Sienna was already taking care of some nearby Cabal. It only took a few moments before the area was clear, but they made sure to scope out the cliffs before signaling Narvuk to come out.

  He stooped to get out, sword in hand. "Thhis is... new. I will be hidden hhere?," he asked, glancing at the caves and craters. Sienna nodded, still looking around through her rifle scope.

"Just don't get seen, you'll be fine," she said over her shoulder. "Spider's likely to sell your location to the Vanguard... or anyone else willing to pay."

  "Luckily," Poppy interrupted, "that rules out the Hive, because let's be honest, they probably don't even understand what Glimmer is." The joke, feeble as it was, broke the dour mood, Narvuk cracking a smile and Sienna letting a quiet chuckle slip. The Hunter stood up and slung her rifle over her shoulder.

  "Looks like we're clear for now. Let's get you inside the caves, big guy. They run deep enough that you shouldn't be bothered much," Sienna said, pointing at the entrance to the Diaviks Mines. "Only thing you might see is some Cabal, but they haven't been a threat since the Red War ended." Narvuk nodded, and the group started off into the mines.

  Five minutes later, the mine was clear and the trio stood in the room that once served as the Trickster's lair. "Thhis will ddo. It will hhave to." Narvuk surveyed the space, the only decorations the piles of fake Glimmer and engrams. "Could use more sskulls, though." Sienna snorted as Poppy's jaw dropped.

  "You can't be serious--" the Warlock started.

  The Knight chuckled. "Nno, I'm not. Though it could use some redecorating." The trio stood in companionable silence for a few moments, but it was broken when Harrier materialized, shell fidgeting anxiously.

  "Spider for you, Sienna."

  She cursed quietly. "Both of you, stay quiet. He can't know you're here, especially you, big guy," she said in a clipped tone. "Put him through."

  Spider's voice began echoing from Harrier. "Hnn, if it isn't the vengeful spectre. Last I checked, Araskes was six feet under. Why visit her lair?"

  "Meh, I was feelin' sentimental. Anything you need from me, Spider? You're normally not one for social calls," Sienna laughed darkly as Narvuk and Poppy stared. Their friend had changed, her tone and stance wholly different. She took out one of her knives and began flipping it idly Spider continued.

  "As it happens," he growled, "there is a little something. My spies report seeing Hive and Scorn acting... friendly, shall we say, out on the High Plains. When you can, go do what you do best."

  "You always know just how to brighten my day, Baron. They'll be out of business shortly." With that, she cut the feed and turned back to her friends. She stopped, however, when she saw the looks on their faces. "What? Was it something I said?"

  Poppy cleared her throat. "Sienna, we've been friends for a while. But I have... no idea who I was just looking at. I-it's like you just... switched places." Narvuk rumbled his agreement, still looking slightly unnerved. Sienna sighed.

  "Seriously? We just heard about more Scorn-Hive cooperation and you're worrying about how I was just sounding? We can talk about this later. Right now, you and I have to go."

  "Sorry, big guy. Looks like you'll be here a while," Poppy apologized.

  Narvuk waved the girls off. "Ggo. Do what you have to. I'll make myself... comfortablle."