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WHAT DOES HE HAVE THAT I DONT RESUMED!!

guys there will not be regular postings but trust i am fucking rubbing my hands together like a starved mosquito at a public pool. i am about to fuck this shit UPPPP

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Little drabble based on This

Your hands were interlocked, his feet clumsily taking small steps on the tile. He leaned down toward you, his hat brushing against your face as he pushed his forehead to yours. He hums lightly, and you ignore the lit cigar in his mouth just this once instead of kicking him out of the house and into the backyard like a misbehaved dog.

His hand wraps around your waist, not shy of your ass and hips, as puffs of smoke fill the room every time the rough sounds escaped his mouth. The kitchen sink continues to slowly fill as he slowly spins you, an undeniable expression of admiration adorning his face.

“John, the dishes won’t do themselves.”

“Forget about 'em. I’ll do it later. Let’s make the world go away for just a bit longer.”

And that you did, you made the world go away for as long as you could. Your love prevailed for years, and soon enough John brought the topic of retiring up to Laswell while on deployment.

It would have been his last mission,

And it was.

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Cherries

Jiraiya x Reader. MDNI 18+ only. Ao3

You’re a waitress at a gambling club, and a fan of Jiraiya’s book, when he comes into your club you can’t help yourself from going home with him.

This was kind of inspired by the song Cherries by Annie Kemble, a good friend of mine. It’s a great song, give it a listen even if you don’t wanna read this fic. But I hope y’all do both. Love y’all as always <3 Doodle

Content notes: SMUT, smoking, drinking, pussy eating, uncut dick (b/c why would anyone in the Naruto universe be circumcised?), jiraiya is his own warning tbh.

The sound of shouting players, and the smell of smoke was second nature to you now. You had been working in the parlor for two years, serving drinks, selling and lighting cigarettes, loading pipes and blowing on dice. You were frequently propositioned by customers for more salacious services, many offered money. Sometimes you would take it, if you were feeling comfortable enough, or the price was enough to tempt you, they never asked too much of you. Usually short encounters, over before the sun rose again. You had no problem making money this way, and why should you? You were working, you were talented in this regard, they had a good time and paid you well. As long as you kept yourself safe from harm, you rarely even got nervous anymore.

Tonight had been on the slower side, the middle of the week wasn’t often popular for gambling. You hadn’t been tipped that well, two different tables had stiffed you completely. You didn’t think you would be walking home pleased with your purse tonight. Breaking from the foggy main room, you slipped into the private bathroom reserved only for employees. Your makeup was immaculate still, but you applied another layer of ruby colored lipstick, patting it lightly with your finger before cleaning up the edges. You mussed your hair slightly in an attempt to give it more volume, before giving yourself one last look and smiling. You were beautiful, you were so grateful to know it and feel it.

While you were in the bathroom, Jiraya entered the parlor. His boisterous laugh gathered the attention of everyone, his hulking figure shook the table as he sat down at one of the games. The energy around him was light and fun, people of course recognized him and were excited to buy a man of such legend drinks, or play against him. Of course he wasn’t a great gambler, Jiraya was primarily here to get drunk and to flirt, shaking off another long day of training and mentorship. His eyes rose from the game table just in time to catch the most beautiful woman he had ever seen exiting from the back of the parlor. Well done up, makeup clean and vibrant, showing elegance with a clear personality that he would love to discover. Styled hair, pulled away from her working face, but falling perfectly where it could to give the appearance of casual effort. He was shaken by the man sitting next to him, and brought back to the game. Barely paying any attention, he offered a raised bet, and lost near instantly. He didn’t care, he took the last of his drink and shot it back, standing from the table and moving through the crowd over to where you were reloading your tray with drinks.

“Hello, gorgeous.” The alcohol had reddened his cheeks and lowered his already rock bottom inhibitions.

You gave him a practiced smile and began to lift the probably overloaded tray, “hello sir, is there something you might need from me?”

“I’ve got a couple ideas, but I’ll save them until you’ve dropped that tray off.” He took a seat on the available bar stool next to the drink well, “don’t worry about me, honey, I’ll still be here when you get back.”

You giggled flirtatiously, ever the professional, before passing him to deliver the bottles of sake and beer to your patrons. You swished your hips as you walked, knowing he was staring at you. You didn’t mind, he was a bit older than your usual type but you knew his reputation.

Master Jiraya of the legendary Sanin, you had even read one of his books. A girlfriend had recommended it to you, starting a scandalous book club you briefly belonged to. You were sure his writing was generous, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to find out for yourself. He was tall, and handsome, and fucking big. Everything about him was big: his body, his presence, his voice, his reputation. You wondered if everything else was just as big.

Clearing your tray, you turned back to the bar, he was still watching you. You assumed he had been the whole time. His dark brown eyes crinkled up at the sides following the line of a wide grin. The red markings down his cheeks bent and blending into his blushing alcohol fevered cheeks. You stood to his side, sliding in between stools and leaning your body against the counter. Flirting was part of your job, keeping the patrons entertained and engaged was just as much your work as serving drinks. Sure this may have had some selfish motives, but no one could say you weren’t working too.

“So….I have to confess something,” you flicked your eyes up at him, through your thick made up lashes.

“Oh sweetheart, I would love to hear a confession from you. Need me to offer you forgiveness?” He was becoming brazen, moving his large hand to your waist, which you leaned into.

“I’ve actually read a few of your books.” You moved your hand over the arm that he leaned on the bartop.

He watched you trail your finger over his forearm. He was flattered by your admission. His mouth was starting to water.

“Well, it’s always nice to meet a fan. Especially one as beautiful as you.” He watched you blush at his words, “do you have a copy? I’d love to sign it for you. Is it back in your bedroom?”

He started to stand up, but your hand was sturdy on his shoulder, pressing him back down onto the stool.

“Not so fast.” You smiled, your fingernails toying playfully with the hem of his sleeve, “I’m excited to meet you, Master Jiraya. And I’d be happy to continue spending time with you tonight. But you see, I’m still working. And I’m not finished here for another hour.”

You closed the distance between the two of you, fingers moving his long white hair over his shoulder and leaning in to brush your lips against his ear. He smelled like jasmine and pipe smoke, something else lingered as an undernote, something earthy and organic.

“I’d love for you to sign my book. I don’t live far, but you’ll have to wait until my shift is up. Think you can do that for me?” You pulled back, batting your eyelashes and pouting your lips, fingers still tangled in his hair and clothes.

His eyes were glassy but locked onto you, his heart pounding in his chest, if you looked hard enough you were sure you could see his pulse in his neck. He nodded and you nodded back, an agreement made and a promise to be kept.

“Can I top off your drink?” you offered, reaching across the bar top and not so subtly arching your back and grabbing a fresh sake bottle.

“Only if you share it with me,” his eyes licked over your body.

He couldn’t believe his luck. The most beautiful girl in the whole place not only was talking to him but knew his work, and seemed to be interested. You pulled an extra cup and filled both glasses, offering one to him. He accepted graciously, still struck by the ease of the whole situation.

“To your work.” You offered

“To your work.” He offered, tapping his glass against yours before drinking together.

You two shared the bottle over the next half hour. You would occasionally need to seperate yourself and assist your coworkers, who were also engaging in the night's entertainment and service. You didn’t have any more tables to yourself, so you were mostly running drinks and offering support. Everytime you left his side, Jiraya always waited patiently for you to come back to him.

“So what keeps you working here?” He asked upon one of your returns.

“I like it. The money's good, the hours are better,” you nudged his arm, “the people are interesting.”

“Are they?” He asked, catching your hand in his and running his thumb across the back of your knuckles.

His touch was hot against your skin, leaving little prickles of electricity in its wake. You weren’t sure when exactly it had happened, but you found yourself becoming more and more excited by the idea of spending the night with him. He was forward but had remained respectful, keeping his hands relegated to your arms and back, but never on your legs or hips. The conversation flowed naturally, he was actually very funny, giving plenty of chances for you to swoon at his wide smile. His good looks were filtered by age but he was still an incredibly handsome man, his strong nose leading up to his dark eyes, big lips growing wetter and looking softer at every passing shot.

“Yeah,” you answered, flipping his own hand over to run your index finger over the inside of his palm, tracing the lines, “although they aren’t usually so handsome. Or accomplished.you wouldn’t believe the amount of stories I’ve sat through about farming or markets.”

“You know, gorgeous, if I didn’t know any better. I’d start to worry you were playing me a bit. Are my stories boring you?” He watched your finger trace over his palm, and he watched when it stopped.

Your slender finger ceased its cartography of jiraiya's large palm, moving his hand over so it faced down. You slotted your fingers in between his. You let them linger for a moment, joined together, before bringing his knuckles up to your lips and kissing lightly. Your lipstick transferred lightly, leaving a red kiss mark across the ridge of two of his fingers. You met his gaze as you pulled away, his bottom lip was caught in between his teeth as he watched you.

“Not at all, Master Jiraiya. I feel quite fortunate to be talking to you tonight.” You set his hand back down on the table, but kept your hand tucked into his.

His voice shook slightly as he asked, “how much longer is your shift?”

Your eyes flicked over to the clock on one wall, “twelve more minutes. Think you can wait here while I wrap up?”

He nodded and breathed out, releasing himself from the previous moment of tension. He leaned back slightly as you stood up and walked to the back to settle your cash for the night and close out your final tabs. Besides Jiraya it had been a slow night for you, but despite the lower than expected take home pay, you felt giddy as you collected your final tabs and closed out with your bartender and manager. Before finishing up, you swung by the bar one last time. This time opting to not sit beside Jiraiya, but lean behind him, pressing your chest into his back and talking directly in his ear.

“You actually still have to settle your tab.” You reminded him, circling a lock of his hair around your finger.

“Ah, right.” He got the bartender's attention and closed his tab, leaving a hefty tip, “should I tip you as well? Or does that come later?”

He turned to face you, suddenly his ever confident aura had dimmed slightly, as though he had grown nervous.

“You're signing my book, that’s a great tip, especially after I sell it as a collector’s item for having a genuine signature!” You teased, laughing.

He laughed along with you before standing. You realized he towered over you, he was well above six feet, probably by another half. He looked down at you, your features enticing him in further and further. His mind raced, thinking of your eyes fluttering at him, how soft your lips felt against his hand, the smell of Cherry that followed you every time you walked past him.

“Why don’t you head outside, I’ll meet you out front after I grab my bag from the back.” You told him.

Just one more hurdle until you could finally have each other. The tension continued to build and build until you knew it would eventually compound in on itself. Hopefully in your bed, and hopefully again and again until the sun comes up.

“I’ll be waiting.” He said, and lifted your own hand to his lips this time. Offering a more dramatic, showman’s kiss before loudly smacking his lips off.

You hurried to the back to hang up your apron, grab your coat and bag, and say goodbye to your coworkers. You slipped out the back and walked around to the front of the building.

Jiraya waited patiently, but nervous. This wouldn’t be the first time he had been duped by a beautiful woman’s promise of a “good time”. When you finally emerged from the side of the building, his face lit up, shoulders relaxing as he took you in.

“I hope you didn’t think I was going to leave you out here.” You read his mind.

“Of course not, just enjoying the night air. It’s good to clear the mind.” He looked down at you, you had walked straight up to him, nearly chest to chest.

The two of you stood for a moment, then two. Breath syncing up, heart rate too. In the moonlight your features look softer, eyes sparkling up at him. Jiraya fought the urge to hold your cheeks and press your lips together, you were still outside of your place of work and he didn’t want to embarrass you.

“This way,” you finally took his hand and led him down the street.

Your conversations from inside the bar continued as you walked home with Jiraiya following you closely. Your walk home wasn’t far, only a few blocks, and he was right about the night air. You had only had a few glasses to drink, but the soft summer wind was already helping you feel more alert and awake. When you finally entered the grouping of apartments where you lived, you led him to your door.

“I wasn’t expecting company, so you’ll have to excuse the mess.” You said, you had actually just cleaned the previous day, but it couldn’t help to under promise and overdeliver.

Jiraiya couldn’t care less where you lived, or how, he was just so excited to be in the home of an incredible young woman who had invited him in. You opened the door, moonlight illuminating the dark living room. With him following closely, you moved to turn on a few lamps, brightening the space. Your place was nearly immaculate, not devoid of personality, but neat. You had drapery hung over your windows and around your light fixtures allowing the light to take on different hues. Purples, blues, and golds filled the space, casting patterned shadows over the walls.

“Wow, kid. Nice place. You do all this yourself?”, Jiraiya let out a low whistle, impressed with your home making skills already.

“Mhm,” you nodded, setting your bag down on your dining table.

You moved to undo the buttons of your coat, when you felt his hands slip around you from behind, his chest was right up against your back, his head stooped down to speak in your ear.

“Please, allow me.”, his fingers were quick to undo your buttons, moving smoothly up your lapels and sliding the jacket off of your shoulders, leaving them bare and chilled with excitement.

His smell of jasmine filled your space, you felt intoxicated with him already. His lips brushed the shell of your ear, then the juncture of your jaw and neck, then the side of your throat. You bit back a moan along with the urge to lean your head back against his chest.

“Are you trying to get out of signing my book?” You teased as his hand began to circle your waist.

He laughed, it shocked you a bit. The usually booming laugh, subdued and hot against your ear. He knew just how to play you. You turned to face him, stepping back slightly, not so subtly trying to regain your footing.

“Of course not,” Jiraiya smiled down at you, his large hands still in your waist, “you keep it next to your bed?”

You pushed his chest slightly, “you wish.”

You pulled out of his grasp and moved to a low bookshelf in your modest seating area, you had to bend over to retrieve it. You heard him suck in some air as you did so. Finally pulling the bound text from your shelf, you stood again and faced him. A blush crept up your face, you realized you had dogeared a few pages, which reminded you that you had actually made notes in a few margins. Maybe you liked this book a bit more than you let on. He noticed too, taking the book from you and opening to the first page.

“You have a pen?” He moved to sit cross legged on your floor over the coffee table.

You grabbed a writing utensil from your desk drawer and offered it to him, loving to sit next to him.

“Ah ah,” he tutted, hiding the book, “no peeking.”

You rolled your eyes and sat across from him instead. You watched him carefully as he thought of what to write, and with a devilish glint in his eye, started scribbling his autograph. He was taking longer than should be necessary for his name.

“You’re not writing something dirty in there, are you?” You tease, sliding your foot under the table to nudge his crossed leg..

“I already did, that’s why you like it so much.” He flirted back instantly, not even slightly shaken by your contact. He was clearly in his element.

Finally when he had finished his escription, he read over his own words. Giggling to himself, he brought the book up and mimed a kiss against the page, before blowing on it softly, to dry the ink.

“There you go, gorgeous. One of a kind.” He closed the book and set it on the table with his hand still over it, inviting you to try to take it from him.

You took the bait and reached over, he slid it just out of reach, “Almost.”

You got the game. Sliding around the table, you now were next to him, your hand fit next to his, fingers intertwining on the bound leather. You moved your body up his, with him seated and you on your knees, you were finally eye to eye with him. He watched you closely, pupils blown in excitement. You moved to sit on his lap, finally in a full embrace. He was so wide, it was hard to fully straddle him, but you managed. You could feel him getting hard underneath you, too many layers separated you from him. You could feel how wet you had gotten from the back and forth of tonight. You wanted him so bad. His large, delicious body, his experience, his charisma. It had all drawn you in. His hands moved from the table, abandoning the book and over slid your hips, then up your back and down again. The sensation was soothing and also titillating.

You felt yourself dampen further, and your breath increase. You moved your arms around his neck, leaning closer and closer, you could feel the tie that held his long hair back and you pulled until it came loose, allowing his white hair to fall freely. Your lips were so close to his, you could smell sake on his breath, you could feel his heart beating under you.

“Jiraiya?”, your lips were nearly against his as you spoke his name.

“Yes, gorgeous?”, His big hands squeezed your hips, keeping your firm against his clothed erection.

“Are you going to kiss me? Or are you going to make me beg you for it.” You looked at him under your lashes, catching his eye just in time to see him shudder a bit.

“All you had to do was ask.” He caught your lips in his, his hands on your hips pulling you closer to him.

His lips were so soft, but his kiss was so hard and passionate. His tongue immediately slipped between your lips, quickly mapping the inside of your mouth. He had the faintest taste of smoke, probably a pipe or cigarette from earlier in the night. His hands moved through his hair, tugging lightly, making him moan against your mouth.

“Such a pretty girl,” he mumbled between hot, wet kisses, “you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

Feeling emboldened by his praise, you moved one hand between your joined hips to stroke his hardened dick, “I think I have a pretty good idea.”

His hips bucked at your touch, a half moan-half laugh sputtering from his lips. He cursed and pulled at the back of your shirt, removing it quickly. His hands were rough against your skin, decades of both training and writing causing his palms and fingers to callus. Your skin was so soft by juxtaposition, smooth and even, plump and vibrant. He removed your bra skillfully, your breasts spilling out for him to quickly latch his mouth onto.

You moaned, throwing your head back, “Master Jiraiya!”

He could barely hear you, he was completely immersed in how good it felt to have your bare chest in front of him, against his lips, against his tongue. He flicked his skilled tongue over your nipple, pulling back to watch it harden and peak.

“You’ve got such great tits, baby. Such a pretty thing for me.” He kissed up the side of your neck.

You were rocking your hips against his, trying desperately to pull more of those shocked moans from him in the process. Your hands moved under his tunic, unknotting the tie and pulling the sides apart. His chest was so broad, a large star shaped scar bloomed from the center outward. You had hooked up with shinobi before, you were familiar with the combat scars and various bruises to be found on their bodies. But this was unlike anything you had ever seen. It was expansive, and evidently distracting, as you had stopped your grinding to gawk at the large healed wound.

“Thought girls liked scars.” He joked.

You ran your hand down his chest, fingers exploring the topography of muscle and scar tissue.

“I do.” You leaned down to kiss the side of his neck, hand traveling further down to his hip bone and further to undo the tie of his pants.

“You work fast, honey.” He bit his lip trying to cover the moan your eager touch pulled from him.

You moved off his lap, now pulling his trousers along with you as you moved down his body, “worried you can’t keep up, old man?”

This struck something in him. Something competitive and cocky. Before you realized it he had you up on the couch, and he was kneeling between your legs.

“I hope you don’t mind if this old man takes a turn first?” He growled holding your hips in place as you tried to figure out just how he had moved you so quickly.

His hands pulled at the top of your skirt, undoing the zipper on the side and sliding it down your legs.

“It only feels fair after I so graciously gave you my autograph free of charge.” He removed your skirt completely, leaving you only in your red panties.

You were so wet already, the panties were sticking to you. You wanted them off so bad, you wanted him so bad. His hands ran up your thighs, Jiraiya delighting in the hot, smooth skin of a young woman writing under his touch. You were so gorgeous, a beautiful body, a beautiful face, charming and intelligent. He had no idea how he had gotten so lucky. You were looking at him so desperately, he could see how badly you wanted him. And if he wasn’t sure from your eyes and your words, you were practically dripping onto your own couch in front of him. He couldn’t wait any longer, he had to taste you for himself. Jiraiya leaned forward and took the front of your panties between his teeth, pulling them down, using his hands to roll the flimsy fabric off of your legs. A practiced move he had perfected over years, but never failed him.

Watching him remove your panties with his teeth had you moaning before he ever touched your aching pussy. He watched you gasp in awe and arch your back, body begging him to pleasure you. He knew exactly what he was doing to you. He slid your panties in his back pocket for later. He knew he was a pervert, but he couldn’t help himself.

Finally, with nothing separating him from your sex, Jiraiya moved your legs over his shoulder and pressed forward, giving you a long, languid lick all the way up your slit.

His tongue was devilish; skilled and wicked. Strong hands keeping your thighs in place as he devoured you. You couldn’t stop the wanton moans that spilled from you like a waterfall, he had barely started and you were already whimpering and pulling at his hair.

“Baby you taste so good, I don’t think I’ll be able to stop. How many do you think you can take?” You could barely hear him through the sound of him lapping at your dripping pussy.

He was talking about his fingers, thick and waiting to push inside of you. They were bigger than yours, bigger than anyone’s you had been with, and fuck you wanted them inside of you.

“Two. Two. Fuck, Jiraiya, please.” You begged him, needing more and more from him despite how good you already felt.

He pushed his first two fingers inside of you, tongue still slurping around your clit. Feeling him spread you open, you felt the white hot build up of orgasm approaching. Your voice was giving you away, panting moans, barely intelligible curses mixed with his name. You tugged at his hair, paying no kind to if it hurt him or not. He certainly wasn’t stopping, nor was he complaining. He was too drunk off of your taste. He hooked his fingers inside of you, deliciously hitting your g spot.

You nearly went blind with pleasure. You were cumming before you even realized how close it was. Not only cumming, but squirting. Gushing around his fingers and into his waiting mouth. He drank from you, everything you had. Leaving you a well pleasured, panting mess above him. The heels of your feet had dug into his shoulders so hard he may bruise. But tomorrow if he woke up with any mark of you left on him, he would be a happy man. Finally detaching his mouth from your puffy, spent pussy, Jiraiya sat back on his heels, watching you carefully, licking his fingers clean.

“Ever done that before?” He grinned cockily, your squirt still dripping down his chin onto his neck.

You watched him take great pride in cleaning his fingers of your cum, “once or twice.” You told him.

“Think I can make you do it again?” He leaned over you, his hands finding your waist again, pulling you forward, against the front of his barely done pants.

You shuddered at the thought. You had read his books, you were familiar with his proclivity toward having the heroines orgasm again and again, until they were begging for mercy. You had always assumed it was fiction, and that couldn’t, shouldn’t reflect on the desires and skills of the author. But the way he watched you as you came undone for him, the way he looked down at you now, you knew it was autobiographical.

He wiped a sweaty strand of hair from your forehead, tucking it behind your ear before leaning down to kiss you again. This kiss was softer than before, he cupped your face sweetly, not tugging and pulling you into him, but holding you firm and steady against his lips. You kissed him back, finally feeling grounded in your body again. He tasted like you, you were sure you tasted like him too. The experience of letting someone’s taste overpower your own was at times more sensual and pleasurable than the act of sex itself.

Your hands moved over his back, feeling the strong muscle, the divots and grooves of his body. Your eager hands moved to remove his pants, and he joined the effort, stripping himself completely before you. He joined you on the couch, kneeling between your legs, still kissing you. You felt his hardened length hot against you, sliding up and down your slit, he reveled in the fruits of his previous labor.

“Please Jiraiya, please.” You whimpered against his kisses, reaching down to stroke him.

He was diamond hard in your hand, long, and thick. Of course he was, of course this literary Casanova had the personal equipment to back it up. You could feel his heartbeat pulsing through his erection. You ran your thumb beneath his foreskin to pull the precum from him and coat your hand to lubricate his length. Jiraiya shuddered and lifted you back onto the couch again, joining you and slotting himself between your legs. Your lips were hot against his, spit and moans exchanged in between sloppy kisses. His thick, white hair shielded you from the light in the room, blocking out everything else but him. He reached down to join your hand on his length, his eyes meeting yours to confirm consent. You nodded again, rocking your hips against the head of his cock. You moved your hands to his shoulders. Jiraiya’s thumbs spread your folds apart for him to release a string of spit onto you. Spreading the lubrication of his spit and your previous release along his length and your slitc he started to inch himself into you.

You couldn’t help the arch that your back curved into. Nor could you stop the mewl that escaped you. Jiraiya groans above you, pushing deeper. Your vision went white as he packed his inches into you. You clawed at his muscles, whimpering as he filled you.

“I know, baby. Almost there.”, he cooed, smoothing your hair.

You squirmed at his depth, how he stretched you out, how he mashed against the wall of your cervix.

“Relax, baby. Let me in, it’s okay.” He kissed your cheeks where you had scrunched up your face.

You breathed deeply, trying desperately to relax your tensed muscles. Just as you would release slightly, he would push further and you would clench around him again. Finally after much stopping and starting, he bottomed out inside of you. His hips meeting the backs of your legs, your calves over his shoulders, and your fingers gripping his shoulders.

“Jiraiya…fuck…you’re so deep.” You trembled against him.

Jiraiya panted above you, running his hand up your leg soothingly. You were holding him so tight, he was struggling to keep from fucking into you further.

“Let me know when I can move, sweetness.” He pressed a sweet kiss to the ball of your ankle, petting your leg again.

After finally accommodating his size, you nodded. He pulled back carefully to the head of his cock before sliding into you again. He began an even thrusting pace, he rocked his hips against your sweet spot inside of you. You couldn’t help the broken, nasty sounds that fell from your lips. He was setting your body ablaze with pleasure. His head fell back as he maintained his rhythm, letting out a lazy, delicious moan. You felt electric, like all the energy in your body had illuminated and was glowing. His hands traveled from your thighs to your hips to your breasts and back again. You felt as though he was unstitching your every piece, taking you apart at the atomic level. And it was marvelous, his touch was practiced and methodical, he knew just how to touch and to please you. You couldn’t control the begging pleas that spilled from you.

“Raiya, please, yes, fuck, oh” in repetition again and again.

He was similarly babbling, “yes baby, so tight, so good, good girl.”

Your sweat transferred to his skin, and vice versa, when he finally leaned over you, closing you in against the couch, you couldn’t help but keen to kiss him again. His big, strong hand pulled your hip up to meet his thrusts, and you helped him, fucking yourself up into him. Your bodies worked in perfect sync, meeting his thrusts, him moving his fingers in between your bodies to circle your swollen clit. Your voice raised in pitch, eyes rolling back as he played you like a fiddle. You had no idea earlier in the night how incredible he would be.

You felt yourself inching so close to climaxing, and you made it clear.

“Please Jiraiya, please!” You begged

“You wanna cum, pretty girl?” He smiled, pushing deeper into you, making you arch further.

“Yes! Fuck yes please. Let me cum!”

“Cum all over this cock. Make a mess for me, baby.” He choked out, circling your clit and sucking into your neck.

He pushed harder into you, the combination of his cock and fingers finally bringing you to your desperate, whimpering, squirting climax. You coated his cock and abdomen in your cum, he shuddered against you trying to keep his pace as he reached his own orgasm.

“Fuck!” Jiraiya cried out slamming himself against your g spot, finally letting his release take him.

You could feel his cock pulse, shooting his long streams of cum inside of you, painting your walls white. Jiraiya collapsed his full weight onto you, which was not insignificant, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. You stroked his fluffy, white hair as he caught his breath atop you. He pressed lazy, hot kisses to your neck, collarbone and chest as he caught his breath. Minutes passed with you two locked into this embrace. Finally the weight of his body was too much, and you tapped on his shoulder, urging him to sit up. He did, pulling you up with him, having you straddle his lap so he could stay sheathed inside of you. He stroked your back, still kissing your neck occasionally. You slumped against his broad chest, feeling spent, he let his head rest against the back of your couch. When he had finally caught his breath, he tipped his head back down, holding your face in his hands, and kissed you deeply. His tongue smoothed against yours, tasting your exhaustion. He moved your hair out of your face, and looked into your eyes.

You finally found your words, “I better not read about this.”

“If you think I’m not using this as research, I hate to disappoint you…” Jiraiya laughed heartily, holding you closer.

You kissed him again, laughing against his lips. You luxuriated in his touch, his warmth, and his kiss.

Sure enough, about nine months later when his most recent book was released you rushed to the local bookstore. You found there was a dedication at the beginning reading simply.

For Cherry, Page 73.

You quickly flipped to the listed page and found the beginning of a deliciously flowery sex scene, one where the protagonist picks up a waitress and spoils her the exact way Jiraiya had done to you.

You couldn’t hide the blushing smile. That bastard.

Okay y’all thanks so much for reading! I hope y’all enjoyed! I’m nasty feral for this big bad man.

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Dog Tired (Kakashi x Reader)

SMUT 18+ Only! MDNI ao3

Kakashi requires a very specific form of stress relief after a stressful day.

3.8 k words, Content Warnings: puppy!Kakashi, pet play, kakashi wants to be bossed around, penetrative sex, oral (f!recieveing), bondage, bdsm, cream pie, NASTY, a little foot stuff at the beginning but it’s not prominent. Sorry if that’s not your thing.

inspired by some of the kakashi fanart by @silicate-draws thank you for your work! If you haven’t already I really recommend checking out their page, their art is so excellent!

I hope you guys like this one, I’ve been working on it for a while but since moving it’s been hard to make time to write! Love getting nasty about this pathetic dog man. I’ll stop writing him as tired and pathetic when he stops being tired and pathetic.

Kakashi was exhausted. These days he was always tired, but today had soaked him to his bones. His feet carried him back home by sheer muscle memory, dragging his sluggish body behind them. Rain was just starting to dye the trail before him darker as he arrived at the door of your shared apartment. His uniform was weighing him down, he dropped his vest and sandals at the door, becoming tunnel visioned on one thing and one thing only: you. The apartment smelled like you, your incense, your perfume, whatever you had made for dinner lingering in the air. The smell was nearly enough to derail his path, but he knew where his hunger truly lied.

“Kashi?” Your voice rang like a training bell.

Ears perked as he heard your voice from the back of the apartment; you were in the bedroom, the smell of you was strongest there, you had just lit a new line of incense, but his acutely trained nose could smell the lotion you used on your skin after showering, your hair product, your sweat. His heart was pounding already, he stopped briefly on his way at a small locked drawer in the entryway table. He ached for you so desperately, Kakashi entered the bedroom, you looked up from your desk.

“Kashi! Welcome home—“ you stopped yourself.

You were expecting him home a few hours ago, you had made dinner and waited up, but he was once again caught up with work, you hadn’t worried, it wasn’t uncommon, especially these days. You had work of your own to finish. You had your glasses on, mostly to help you decipher the text in front of you, but seeing the way your paramour entered your bedroom, in the state he did, you were grateful. Kakashi looked exhausted, he always looked tired and likely always was these days, but this was beyond the routine. He looked waterlogged, depleted, truly spent. He looked dog tired. He had removed his vest and gloves already, leaving him in the standard mesh under armor, his mask attached undershirt, and his pants. His eyes met yours and you saw the weariness consume him. Kakashi sank to his knees in the doorway.

“Oh…”you caught on as he crawled towards you.

One of the most fearsome shinobi in the world, a trained assassin with more kills than you could ever count, a genius mind housed in the body of a soldier, reduced to desperately crossing your bedroom floor on his knees.

What a beautiful sight.

You pushed your chair back from your desk, turning to face his approach. When he finally reached you he nuzzled his face into your knee. He pressed his cheek and nose into your flesh, moving back and forth mindlessly. He needed this, he needed to not think anymore. He needed your help. Kakashi rubbed his face against your thigh, gripping your calf and ankle with both hands. You brought one hand to his hair, raking your nails across his scalp. He let out a low moan, and you hummed, pleased.

“Been a long day, huh, puppy?” You slid your fingers under his headband and carefully undid the tie in the back, setting it on your desk as he nodded against your leg.

He pulled your leg closer to him, pressing his chest against your shin and knee, his hands squeezed and pulled at your leg muscles. You continued scratching along his hairline, through the silver strands, tugging lightly. Kakashi would never dare to dictate how you dressed or presented yourself, but you knew he liked your nails long. He craved the feeling of your nails against his skin; his head, his back. Pain or pleasure, as long as it was from your hand, he craved it.

“You were late.” You darkened your tone slightly, “were you a good dog today?”

Kakashi craned his neck upward to look at you; his eyes large and pleading, pupils dilating so that the heterochromic irises became faint rings around deep dark pools. He nodded carefully, pushing himself even more against your leg. Kakashi groaned at the feeling of finally having your ankle pressed against his erection. The moment he arrived home, it had sprung to life, aching in the knowledge that soon you would take care of him.

“You want mama to take care of you? Reward you for being my good puppy, today?” You cupped his cheek, running the pad of your thumb along the bottom part of the scar along his left eye.

Again, he nodded silently, wanting so badly to be done with words and talking and thinking. He removed one of his hands from your leg and dug carefully in his pocket, before depositing its contents into your lap. A thick banded, dyed green leather collar sat across your thighs. K.H. Engraved onto the riveted rectangular tag. He had it made two years ago while on mission in the Land of Earth, under the utmost secrecy. For a man who spent seventy percent of his free time loafing about the village reading and rereading his salacious books, he would be mortified if anyone— even his closest friends -- knew this about him. It was through those indelicate works that he had even discovered such a realm of sexual deviancy existed. He fancied himself a bit of a dog already, preferring the company of his ninkin to that of people, but learning there was an entire facet of sexual pleasure to be gleaned from not being the trainer but being the dog to be trained, he could hardly contain himself. He had always assumed this sexual avenue would remain private, existing only for himself alone, in his own, solo expression. You had drawn it out of him entirely by accident. Years ago, before you were married, Kakashi had been working diligently between your legs, using his deeply private mouth and his long, talented fingers to pull at your seams until you unraveled completely before him. You weren’t sure what had compelled you to do so, but you pulled hard on his hair as your back arched up.

“Oh! Good boy, Kakashi! Yes!” You cried out in your bliss.

It was like a frenzy had come over Kakashi, a haze of desire to please you again and again. Begging to be called your good boy again, begging for you to pull his hair and ride his face and take his cum. You went four rounds that night, each one giving you at least one mind melting orgasm if not two. By the end of it the two of you were a pleasure induced puddle merging together, unable to distinguish form and boundary. Panting together, Kakashi buried his face in your neck, wanting to fill himself with your smell, your taste, everything.

“Kakashi?” You tugged lightly at the silver hair on the nape of his neck.

He gave a small grunt of acknowledgment against the damp skin of your neck.

“You like being a good boy, huh?”

You could feel Kakashi's cheeks heat up against you. Despite how desperate and brazen he had been just moments ago, he now felt ashamed and insecure. But he calmed himself, it was you, why should he hide himself from you. This is what love was, right? To bare one’s soul to another for acceptance or rejection, all in the hope of being seen fully and loved in spite. He moved himself onto his elbows to hover over you.

“Is that weird?” He tried to control the waver in his voice.

To the surprise of his fears, you smiled, warm and inviting, “I don’t think so. I think it makes sense. I liked hearing you beg for me, is that weird?”

He shook his head so fast he worried he would get vertigo, “no! I want you to like it. I want to…be good for you.”

His words sent a shiver throughout your body. From that night onward you two experimented more and more with what he liked, what he wanted, how he wanted to be treated when. Kakashi has spent his whole life believing he was a tool for other people to use: a soldier for a nation, an assassin for a leader. It was a natural urge for him to serve, to be used, to execute instructions perfectly. You were able to train him well, starting in small sessions where you would test how he could keep his hands to himself or avoid biting, how well he could stay quiet for you or ask for what he wanted. You tried leashes, collars, rope, gags, even a muzzle. Eventually the two of you deduced exactly the treatment, the persona, he needed. Which was what had brought you here, to Kakashi whimpering and writing against your leg, his wordless begging to be collared and freed from the day’s exhaustion.

“Okay, puppy.” You picked up the thick leather from your lap, alerting Kakashi to meet your gaze and sit back on his heels, which he did quickly- although reluctantly.

“Do you want to keep your mask on? Or off this time?” You cocked your head lightly at him.

“Off.” He answered, the first word he had spoken to you since coming home.

You nodded, standing from your chair and pushing it back into the desk behind you, you wouldn't be returning to your own work tonight. Kakashi stayed on his knees, allowing you to slip behind him and pull at the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head easily, his long arms flying upward, eager to be stripped by you. His bare back facing you; torso, neck, and chin exposed, you neatly folded his work shirt and set it aside.

You liked toying with his patience, testing if he really was as disciplined as everyone said, if he really would wait for your go-ahead. As always, Kakashi didn't move an inch, not a single muscle or hair fell out of place as he waited for you to award him the honor of his place beneath you.

“Good dog, Kashi. You’re being so patient.” You praised into his ear, finally looping the leather around his long, muscled neck.

The ritual of closing the buckle on the collar was all Kakashi needed to take his first inhale of relaxation, of mindlessness. Your fingers were hot against his skin, leaving trails of fire in their wake, sizzling any inhibition away.

You crossed back around to your chair, before sitting sliding your panties down your thighs. He sucked in a silent breath, watching carefully as you remove the flimsy fabric. Seated again, you leaned back in your chair, sliding your legs forward, encouraging Kakashi to resume his position again your leg. He was now eye level with your bare sex.

Kakashi let out a low whine, pressing his erection against your heel, eyes locked at his coming reward.

You rolled your hips back, opening your legs wider to him, a soft sticking sound emerging as your slick had coated the inside of your thigh. Kakashi whimpered again, looking uo at your for permission. You cup his face sweetly, sliding your thumb across his bottom lip and sliding it into the corner of his mouth. Kakashi’s tongue flicked over your fingertip gratefully.

“You want a treat?” You cooed, watching him fight to not grind against you.

He nodded.

You nod in return settling back into your chair, “good boy, take.”

At your command Kakashi dove straight in, shoving his head under your skirt and lapping wildly. In an desperate eruption he began rocking his hips against your foot, craving friction on his painfully hard cock. He didn’t hold back the grunts and moans that spilled from him. Eyes rolling back behind their lids, Kakshie felt possessed by your taste. Holding your foot against his weeping cock with his strong legs, Kakashi brought his hands up to grip onto the flesh of your thighs, only to be slapped away by you.

“No hands.” You warned.

In lue of complaint Kakashi sucked hard on your clit in alology. You arched back against your chair, pushing his nose further in between your folds. He moved his arms behind his back, holding his forearms together tightly. Your own hand finds his hair.

“Good boy. That’s a good boy Kakashi.” You mewl back, loving the feeling of his fevered tongue against your leaking pussy.

Kakashi carried on his messy eating, his nose, mouth, and chin soaking, beginning to drip down his neck. A tight, hot coil in your abdomen signaling your rapidly approaching orgasm. His rutting against your foot increased in pressure, his groans becoming louder.

“Kashi!” White hot pleasure over taking you as you cum hard against Kakashi’s fervent tongue.

But he doesn’t stop, he doesn’t miss a beat, not until you are crying out from the overstimulation. The taste of you is too good to stop, the smell of you enrapturing him, the sounds of your whimpering fading behind his pounding heart and the slippery sounds of his mouth on your cunt.

“Kashi! Too much, fuck—ah—Kashi, stop. Ugh, off!” You finally snap back to your senses.

Evidentially your use of training command snapped him back as well because he pulled off panting, arms still held behind his back. Kakashi let out a long, low whine as he sat back on his heels, spider silk strange of arousal snapping between him and your core as he pulls out of reach. Your breath returned to you, and your stood, looping one finger in the ring of his collar.

“Come.” You guide him over to the bed and he crawled after you, his love drunk puppy dog eyes watching you lead him so gently and so patiently.

He knew as you reached the bed he wa supposed to climb up top but he waited until you gave him the command.

“Up!” You pat the mattress and he sat obediently.

“Good boy, Kakashi. So good!” You beamed at him, pecking him sweetly on the lips.

Involuntarily his body leaned in for more, but you broke the kiss to turn around and dig around in the bedroom dresser. Kakashi could feel his cock straining against his pants, growing painful and leaking against the skin of his thigh, willing you to turn around and attend to him once more.

When you did turn around his heart sank, in your hand you held a muzzle, his muzzle. A round metal cage no larger than a grapefruit with two brown leather straps on either side. He shook his head hard. The muzzle was only for when he was bad, he hadn’t been bad.

“No,” you warned him, “I let it slide when you used your hands and let you almost make yourself cum against my leg.”

Hot shame filled him, steaming the tips of his ears.

“Mmmmhm, did think I didn’t notice?” You mocked, inching slower to him, “I don’t let that kind of disobedience slide with my dogs. Do I?”

Kakashi avoided your eyes as you stood over him, the muzzle hanging dauntingly from your index finger. He didn’t even feel the way he leaned away from your approach. He did feel your hand strike his left cheek, knocking his face back to center to meet your eyeline. He gripped the fabric of his pants with both fists, desperate not to cum untouched as the pain set his cheek ablaze.

“Do I?” You asked again.

Kakashi shook his head, head still floating in a hurricane mix of hot pleasure and icy pain.

“So the muzzle it is. Until you can behave.” You trailed one finger down the reddening impression of your fingers on his cheek.

Kakashi sat still while you adorned him with the cage. He hated the muzzle, it didn’t inhibit his ability to whine or moan or speak, but he wasn’t very verbose in these moments anyway. What it did do was deprive him of the perfect climax cocktail of cumming feeling inside of you while sinking his teeth into your shoulder or neck. He wouldn’t be able to breed you right, the way he wanted, without it. Instead it would keep him hungry and wild until he was finally too exhausted to try again.

You finished the last buckle and sighed happily, “alright, now on your back Kakashi.”

He lied back against the mattress, watching you carefully. You pulled your top off, standing entirely naked before him. He longed to bury his face between your breasts, to suck at the flesh, leave marks, bite.

“Pants off,” you instructed after allowing a reasonable amount of gawking on his part.

He removed his pants, leaving him equally naked on the bed before you. You felt your body shudder seeing him so bare and willing for you. He really was a work of art; tall and lean. You watch as his abdominal muscles tremble in need of you, cock standing up against his lower stomach. Coarse dark hair trailed down, leading to a tuft of soft lighter, silver hair surrounding the base. The tip of his cock was pink and leaking, a small shining puddle of pre cum had been released onto the juncture between his pelvis and his thigh. His mouth was open behind the muzzle: panting and wet, a deep blush had spread over his nose and cheeks.

Now you were the one gawking. You reminded yourself that there was still work to do.

“Hands up.” You instructed.

Slowly, almost reluctantly, Kakashi raised his arms out in front of him. You approached and revealed a set of bindings, beginning to wrap his wrists together. Kakashi whined again at being restrained, but his cock jerked, leaking a large pearl of pre cum onto his stomach.

“I’m sorry, Kashi. But I don’t trust that you won’t bite or use your hands.” You did feel a bit bad for him, seeing his big, dark eyes whetting, “let me take care of you. Be good and I promise I’ll make you feel so good.”

He hesitated but nodded and let you finish the knot keeping his bindings together. You let your hands wander down his stomach, the hard muscle twitching under your hands, feeling him shiver as your ghost your fingers up his side.

Feeling generous you climbed onto the bed, straddling his taut waist between your . He attempted to pull his hands apart, testing your binding. He strained against your restriction was the one who had taught you that knot, how to wind the binds so they wouldn’t tug at the skin. You had done a good job, He would be proud if he wasn’t sweating miserably imagining himself rutting up into you with no way to hold you down against him. As you settled onto his lap, your lower lips parted, slotting his aching cock perfectly between . He let out a throat groan, chest reddening as he tried again to fruitlessly reach you.

You rocked your hips back, sliding down his shaft, then back up to just barely allow him to breach you. As much as you were teasing Kakashi you were teasing yourself just as much. You were still swollen and twitching from him eating you earlier, feeling the blend of his spit and your cum sliding between you two only increased the potency of pleasure. Finally when you could see the tears threatening to spill from his eyes, you sink down completely onto him. Your heart lurched as you felt the penetration all the way in your throat. In sequence you and Kakashi choked out shared moans. You were so tight around him, despite his earlier preparation, squeezing every inch of him so snugly the veins on his cock must have made a stamp on your walls. Kakashi watched as your face scrunched together tightly in pleasure and focus as you rocked up and down on him slowly. His jaw trembled at the sight, your full, beautiful body swaying and bouncing above him, hair falling loose, skin dampening. Watching you fuck yourself on him threatened to making him loose it early. He forced himself to close his eyes.

He felt a harsh tug on his collar, yanking him up to sit up to meet your eyes, wide and hungry for him. Your lips were swollen and parted, not thinking he pushed forward trying to meet your lips, only to bonk the cage of the muzzle against your mouth. He pulled back shocked and embarrassed to see your mouth curl into a smile.

“So desperate.” You panted out, not letting your rhythm waver.

Kakashi nodded, once again without thinking. He was finding he couldn’t think about anything anymore. Only how hot and snug you felt around him, how gorgeous and powerful you looked on top of him. He attempted to fall back against the mattress once more but was restricted by your hold on the collar once more.

“Not yet.” You whimpered, grinding down harder so your clit met his lower stomach, electrifying your thrusts.

You couldnt help but let out another broken moan. Kakashi groaned under you, his head killing back as his brain turned to clay. Clay you remolded into only thoughts of pleasure and sensation. His heart pounded, he used every ounce of energy within himself to hold out for you. To be good for you. But when he was your eyebrows furrow, your breath begin to hitch and become choppy, your mouth fall open, he snaps. Kakashi may have taught you that knot, but he never taught you how easy it would be for any knowledgeable shinobi, especially one like him to remove it and break free.

With newly freed hands he gripped your hips and pulled you down onto him. Keeping your still in his lap, one thumb moving of your clit to extend your pleasure. You gasp partially in surprise and partially in pleasure as your cum around him, now being held in place you had not choice but to writhe and pull him close to your chest.

The feeling of your hand at the base of his neck, your quivering pussy fluttering around his cock, the thrill of knowing he had broken the rules brought Kakashi to his own release. Pushing you down as deep as he can, tip kissing your cervix and flooding you with his hot, sticky cum, he shuddered violently. He gripped you tighter to him, needing you closer and closer, closer than you could get, so close the two of you could never be separated. His hands were bruising your hips, his head pressed against your chest, not willing to look at you yet. You felt him tremble softly against you, damp, clammy skin cooling quickly as he came down. You press your lips to the side of his head and you unbuckled the muzzle, freeing him. Kakashi sighed blissfully, hurriedly pressing his lips to the flesh of your chest in front of him. Petting your hand down the nape of his neck, you urged Kakashi to look up at you, meeting his tired eyes.

“Bad dog.” You smile shaking your head.

His whole expression changes, lips curling to mirror your smile before settling back against your chest. You sigh happily, twirling his hair under your fingers, “Long day?”

Kakashi nods feeling sleep begin to pull at him, nuzzling in closer your breasts, “thank you, I love you.”

“I love you too.”

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John price as your dads neighbor. Just think about it. He owns a few acres of land next to your father, and though you grew up knowing his father as the cranky old man next door, you never met him.

You, a wild, southern belle who had every man in the small county wrapped around your finger, had grabbed his attention.

At first, it was when he saw you climbing over the gate of an abandoned barn, your ass slightly peeking from those sweet jean shorts. He followed you from a distance, trying to see what you were up to when he figured out you had an entire hideout made here. It occurred to him that you must have slept here once or twice since there was a makeshift mattress up top.

Then, you and him were in the same rowdy pub near the city at the same time. You were bent over, playing pool in that short baby blue dress, the part that secured your chest had intricate lace patterns sewn across it, accentuating your breasts. When you brought your arm back, you made contact with a firm and uncomfortable feeling of contact with some creep’s big ball gut.

Probably from drinking all that beer

John was never one to judge drinking habits. Hell, his weren’t under control either, but there was something about seeing you that made him want to be better. He wanted you to notice how much better he was than that boy you were busy playing pool with.

You were a little tease.

And you knew it too.

You still do.

You were unruly, snapping your head towards the grubby looking man, threatening to shove the pool stick up his arse for looking at yours. Who could blame him though? You had it on display, out in the open.

He oughta teach you not to be such a little harlot.

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I got a lot of drafts I don't think I could finish without more ideas.

Pick a preview of a draft/WIP, 1-5 and inbox me. I WILL NOT RESPOND IMMEDIATELY!!!

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Hey babes! I've been following you for a hot sec and love your work and thought of a prompt that i feel like would read really well into your writing style!♡

Imagine reader is this really gruff rough around the edges individual whos all tatted up makes people practically piss themselves when they walk by. But they listen to shit like "yummy" by Ayesha erotica and "it girl" by Aliyah's interlude and get caught listening to it while doing some sort of exercise by price

(I know you have been gone for a hot sec, and i deadass miss your work, i hope everything is going ok in your life♡)

-H

First of all H, I have many more questions, like the gender (i only feel comfortable writing WLW or WLM writing) but I would absolutely enjoy putting my own twist on this. Ayesha is a legend.

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Helloo, just wanna ask how you doing these fine summer days? ❤️

ah!! its no longer summer (sorry:() But I am doing splendid! In my break time, I had lost half of my weight (HEALTHILY, which had always been a problem in the past.) and I am learning how to cope with things that are out of my control. my impulses no longer plague my writing and it is becomin more concise:) A lot of things are going well for me!!

Thank you for asking!!

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BEAUTIFUL PERSON AWARD! Once you are given this award you're supposed to paste it in the asks of 8 people you adore! Absolutely no pressure but. It's sweet to know someone thinks you're beautiful inside and out <3

Reopened tumblr to this last night, and may I say my mutuals have welcomed me with such love. I am extremely grateful for you all and I didn't mean to leave y'all or my followers high and dry. I missed the positivity I used to feel and just as I thought, the pessimistic side of the tumblr community gave up on disrespecting me. The break I took was much needed, and I, again, appreciate everything you all have been doing to support me:)

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i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts (contacts) / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts (almost everyday lol) / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings/ i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces (had)/ i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don't often smile / resting boss face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend ive known for over five years / i am an only child

@pinkslaystation @konigslittleliebling @lunamoonbby @xxshadowbabexx

Rules: Color the sentences that are true about you.

Thank you for the tag @ghostslittlegf

i'm over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts (glasses) / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts (almost everyday lol) / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings/ i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don't often smile / resting boss face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend ive known for over five years / i am an only child

No pressure tags: @groguspicklejar @phasing-through-walls @mr-sol @notspiders @jamssim @tiredmetalenthusiast @xintothewoodswegox @efingart

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I'm back

I am going to take things slower this time in order for my writing to coexist with my schoolwork.

Fun fact: Accounting is not fun.

Yes, I've returned:)

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To My Following.

Hey everyone. Regrettably, I had disappeared for a while due to mental health issues that I choose not to disclose and now I believe I have lost any sort of enjoyment and inspiration to write. The negative, disturbing, and disrespectful comments proved to be a threat to my peace. I now realize Tumblr (and me) would be better off without my content or at least without my blog. Maybe I'll return when the hate dies down, but to the moots and followers who stuck around when I vanished, I wish you all the best and will continue to support you<3

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sometimes I wanna reply “bitch me too” to my mutuals posts but I’ve never talked 2 them so they might not see it as friendly joking so i just dont

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So I just saw a post by a random personal blog that said “don’t follow me if we never even had a conversation before” and?????? Not to be rude but literally what the fuck??????????

I’ve had people (non-pornbots) try to strike conversation out of nowhere in my DMs recently, and now I’m wondering if they were doing that because they wanted to follow me and thought they needed to interact first. I feel compelled to say, just in case, that it’s totally okay to follow this blog (or my side blog, for that matter) even if we’ve never talked before.

Also, I’m legit confused. Is this how follow culture works right now? It was worded like it’s common sense but is that really a thing?

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part 1 of regency era!ghost x reader

noodled from this. warnings: angst, forced/arranged marriage, emotional neglect, Simon being an absolute dick.

you weren't an idiot. you knew better than to expect love from an arranged marriage. if watching your parents' has taught you anything, it's to not have such high hopes for something so impossible to achieve.

but at the very least, you hoped for some level of cooperation. a hint of companionship. a friendship, perhaps.

your husband has been so cold from the very beginning. he met you the day of the wedding. you both said your vows, kissed and briefly danced for the court to witness. after that, there was a few moments of the consummation of the marriage and you were sent on your way after that was over with.

it was difficult to adjust to his indifference, despite what you've been told. you thought that you would be the exception to it, that you would be treated with a hint of warmth, considering that you were going to spend the rest of your life with him.

but there was no such warmth nor care spared for you. you even doubt it was spared for his mistress too, but at least she seemed to be enjoying herself in his bed, which did break your heart even more. the thought of his infidelity did hurt, but it was to be expected. he is a king, after all. kings to whatever they want. and whatever needs you can't meet, he's surely finding them elsewhere.

yet you still tried. you tried your best to be a good queen, a good wife. despite what you've been told about his first love, about the woman he lost to another man, you attempted to be something he can look forward to at the end of the day.

you wore dresses that were in his favourite colour. sprayed all sorts of perfumes to make sure you smelled nice for him. kept your hair prim and proper so he might notice. wore jewellery that you thought he might find pretty on your skin.

left flowers in his study to brighten his day. sometimes sunflowers, sometimes roses, sometimes daisies. it was trial and constant error, just hoping that he might tell you his favourite ones so you can stick to those, but he never did.

the only reason you stopped doing so was because one of the maids heard him muttering complaints about how the flowers clutter his desk. alright. no flowers then. man needs to work hard and he needs all the space he can get.

but you were determined to brighten his study. so you painted the sunset for him. painted the sunrise, painted the night sky, painted the moon and stars for him, but he never even took the time to even look at one of those paintings. the canvases were left in the corner of the room and thrown away, per his request.

you even put all your violin lessons to use in trying to impress him, but it was all in vain.

read all his favourite books to try and open a fruitful conversation about them, only for him to shut you down when he lashes out and tells you "you will never be her".

a moment of silence passes as the tears we'll in your eyes before he commands you to leave the room because he can "barely hear his own thoughts with all that chattering".

yes, that one did sting. your shoulders dropped and your cheerful expression broke ever so slightly before you hid it with neutrality. you bowed and walked away, as per his demand request.

that was what stopped you from trying. if he found your presence that much of a hinderance to his peace, then you guess there's no point in trying to be friends with him at all.

from there on, you spoke less. in his presence and the presence of others. being a burden to anyone never sat right with you and his words aggriviated that train of thought, so you just tried not to ramble, tried not to fidget too much under the gaze of the lords and ladies and even the servants. kept your thoughts to yourself and only applied what was necessary and what was required of you. kept a blank stare at the ceiling and numbed your mind while you both performed in your monthly mandatory marital duties, waiting for him to jerk his hips and fill your womb with his spend then you'd be on your way.

at some point, you'd even given up those visits under the guise of faint illnesses and you hadn't heard a single word about it from the king. you figured it was because he most likely relished your absence, or didn't notice it at all.

either way, you were tired.

exhausted of giving one hundred percent of yourself and getting less than half in return. you've had to endure it with your parents, with your siblings and now your husband. if you could not be first or even second or third choice in anyone's heart, then you'd rather not be a choice at all.

unbeknownst to you, the moment you pulled away was when he started to notice you.

unbeknownst to you, Simon had gotten so used to your presence outside of his bed chambers that he felt somewhat pinched by the lack of it.

his desk didn't have a new boquet of flowers sitting in their vase anymore. the air lacked a particular sweetness in your absence. something about your scent and the sound of your voice telling him about the little details of your paintings that just... soothed the voices in his head.

Simon didn't want to admit that he found you charming. it felt like he was betraying the woman he loved. the woman who sailed out of the country once she'd gotten married and wished him well in life.

but the fact of the matter is that you were a stark reminder that even a king has responsibilities. you were the reason why he couldn't even have his freedom. yet somehow, after many moons, his freedom started to take shape in the form of your smile.

so much so that he tried to seek it out. eight months after he'd yelled at you and took a knife to you heart.

only to be met with a startled expression and a tense posture one breakfast morning.

he remembers the painful silence of that day in the gardens. the brief glance you cast to your handmaiden as if to say "what the fuck is he doing here???" not to mention the little shrug from your handmaiden telling you that she has absolutely no idea and she's just as shocked as you are before setting your wide eyes on him, a half-chewed biscuit stuck between your delicate fingers. the pure terror in your eyes because this has never happened before and you're unprepared for such an unprecedented event.

this being him coming to see you in the morning. or ever. this being him sitting down with you for breakfast before the painstaking day begins.

he wasn't prepared for the way your fear and confusion twisted something in his chest. even more so when he realized how quiet you suddenly were around him. never speaking more than ten words. never looking directly at his eyes anymore. sitting so stiffly in your chair with your hands on your lap that he couldn't reach out to attempt to comfort you.

you were polite to him, however. he thinks that might be the worst part. if you'd been angry or upset, he might have felt more comfortable to offer apologies and promises of reparation, but he's not sure how to proceed when he's faced with a wall of quiet fear.

he's not deterred, though. he's done being an ass to you and he should start making amends.

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