#Since that one nonny asked...

[thelonelyshore-if]

stopppppp wine/movie/gossip night with croft and yas would be so amazing lmaoooooo

Fun fact, Croft may be a recluse and a hater who almost exclusively talks to Yasmin, but they also love talking shit. They're caught up on literally all the town drama because of these little hangouts with Yas.

Other fun fact; the MC (most likely) will get the chance to take part in one such hangout <3

[aheathen-conceivably]

🎈🌸 jo and gio

🍷 🍭 zelda and antoine

and a bonus… 🧁🌼 jo and val

Hello, Nonny! I love how we've collectively decided that these are the couples on this blog this Valentine's day 😌

Jo and Gio

🎈 Where did they first meet? Was it a tame first encounter or was there a bit of banter at first?

Hehe yall really must know I'm cooking up a flashback scene, don't yall? They met at one of Jo's many house parties back in the early 20s! Yes, there was banter. Yes, it was witty and a little drunken. No, it was very much not tame.

🌸 Is jealousy a problem in their relationship? Which of them is more likely to be the jealous type if so?

Ahem. So. Would a yes even suffice here? 😅 All jealousy in this relationship is coming from Gio. Jo would honestly fare pretty well in a polyamorous or open relationship if she could resist manipulating the parties against each other. Gio, however? Yeah, no Gio is jealous (it is quite literally one of his four in-game traits). Now that alone is bad enough, but Jo knows. Not only that, but she has and absolutely will use it against him when she needs to, only making him more possessive and insecure in the long run.

Zelda and Antoine

🍷 Were they supposed to be endgame? What changed if that wasn't the case?

Yes, always. I started writing Antoine back in the 1900s and was just positively waiting for the moment they got together. Even in the very early 20s when I had to keep them apart, and through that decade when they couldn't get married, their engagement was always endgame of the whole decade and their wedding the start of the next.

🍭 What's a fact about them that could have people raising an eyebrow upon hearing?

Well...at least in their time period, their daughter was born out of wedlock and they lived "in sin" (GASP!) for almost nine years. Hell, that one may still make a couple grandmas raise an eyebrow or two around these parts.

and now for the bonus level!

Jo and Val

🧁 Their most common love language(s)?

Does mocking each other count? 😂 Like not full blown, schoolyard bullying, but they both do enjoy kind of prodding at the other's pride and competitiveness in a mutual way to get a rise out of them. When they're on good terms, its alot more jovial, like their nightly competitions; but especially now that Val feels kind of put out by Jo, she flirts with her by making her flustered, and by not taking her shit. Is Jo into it? She is trying very hard not to be lol

🌼 What are their orientations? Did they end up helping each other figure those orientations out, or were they already aware before starting to date?

Hey! I love this! Especially because I know I said eons ago that Jo was bisexual, however I don't think it’s been said that Valcita is a lesbian. I have also said that Jo has been out to her friends since the early 1920s. Gio, Zelda, and Antoine are all aware of this, especially since she was dating a woman named Amiya when she first met Zelda. So no, Val didn't help Jo figure that out. And while we haven't seen any of Val's backstory yet, her romantic past will remain a mystery to us. But she isn't "confused" or "tormented" about her sexuality the way that is often assumed in a period story. Val accepts things in a "matter of fact" way, and I think she took the awareness of her attraction that way when she was younger. She’s been with other women before, but more than anything, I think Jo is the first woman she finds interesting, and to her that is the new element of her romantic attraction that she's trying to grapple with.

[theolderguards]

top 5 NICHOLAS SCENES!! heeehee 🤭 so many to choose from

BOTTOMS/Jeff - "I can't answer that question because I don't know how to read!"

2. MARY & GEORGE/George Villiers - his epic eye roll (I was trying very hard to not pick one of the many amazing nsfw scenes 😂😂)

3. THE IDEA OF YOU/Hayes Campbell - Guard Down music video

4. CHAMBERS/Elliot Lefevre - being a little sh*t 🤣

5. RED WHITE & ROYAL BLUE/Henry Fox - coming out of the closet

this was in no particular order btw !!!

[sipsteainanxiety]

Hello Shay, I'm wondering if you are alright. You haven't been as active, and I was wondering if you did announce someting and I was a fool and didn't qatch it or something 🥲🥲 stressing over this 🫠🫣

hey nonnie! i'm fine, i just moved blogs since im active in other fandoms right now LOL. i was NOT gonna subject my anime tumblr to the utter brainrot ive been in for the last like, two years SDHJFJSKFS it was supposed to be a phase. it was not.

anyways this is the blog if u wanna stalk me and see what ive been up to lol. i will return to this blog whenever the bakugo brainrot strikes again sdhsfdkfh

[amischiefofmuses]

(redeemed Stryfe) Let's have a nice one, talk about your parents?

Drunk Muses || Accepting

Downing the shot he'd poured himself, he wipes his mouth, a shockingly soft alcohol-hazed smile making its way onto his features. Now there's a topic he can wax poetic about. -- ❝My parents-❞ He breathes, the fondness apparent in his tone. How strange it is that once upon a time the very notion of them had been a source of bitterness, of rage. Now they're a driving force for his improvement, there's little he'd not do for their sake. -- ❝Truly the kindest and most understanding people I've ever met, the depths of their.. love. Their understanding. It knows no bounds. It would have been so easy for them to turn me away, to decide that I was beyond saving-❞ And perhaps he would have been if they had made him leave, perhaps that sickly darkness that had clung to him since youth would still be eating him alive. They'd brushed off that filth, dragged him from the mire, allowed him a chance to stand among heroes. His lips press together in a grim frown. ❝I could say I dread to think what would have become of me had I not found my way here, but I already know the results of that path. Without them I would still be a monster.❞ There are days he still finds it hard not to feel as if he is, but those have become fewer and further between with each passing day. All the awful things he has done, while not forgotten - for there are lessons to learn from them - seem like a lifetime ago. Another him. A shadow of what he is now. -- ❝They are wise, capable and possess power above even the strongest mutants I've met. As cliche as that may sound.❞ And he's well aware of that fact, he sounds emotional - ridiculous, but that is hard to avoid when such a topic is brought up. ❝Their capacity for understanding is beyond measure and for that I am thankful, I would not be here were that not the case..❞

[blighted-lights]

I feel like your approach to criticizing a certain fandom was the wrong way of doing it. Don't get me wrong, you are a hundred percent right about the lack of representation for certain characters. But you had to have known that you would've gotten backlash for insinuating that the only reason that content is being made is because people are... misogynistic? The characters are well-written; that's why they get attention. The women are also well-written, you're right! But instead of getting mad at the people who enjoy specific characters, you could contribute to what you want to see in the fandom. Make fanfiction, make art, talk about your favorite ships, talk about your favorite characters, talk about the head-canons you have for them, connect with other fans of those characters, make AUs with them, make the fandom you want to see! But I don't know what you were expecting when you come out and say in the tags "you must be misogynists for liking these characters and you must be awful people for playing around with AUs" even though every fandom on this website does that. That was hostile and was only going to get a hostile response in return especially when you specifically put it in the tags for fans of those characters to see. Because it reads as you insinuating that fans of these characters existing is why you don't get any representation of your favorite characters. Or, alternatively, that everyone only likes certain characters because they're misogynists who hate women characters. People make content of them because they like them and because they want to make content of them.

Want more content of the things you want to see? Pay or support the artists and writers who make that content or start making it yourself. Its not helpful to complain that some characters get more attention than others but then make no attempt to contribute to it in any meaningful way. You cannot just get mad at people for liking characters and expect the fandom to magically decide its going to give you the content you want.

This is a long-winded way of saying you are correct in that the fandom seems to hyper-focus on some characters over others. But the way you approached that discussion was combative, hostile, and unhelpful, and you're not going to motivate a community into making content by being passive-aggressive to the people making the content they want to make. Be the change you want to see in the fandom, or support the artists and writers who make the content you want to see.

Its like... You can't complain your garden isn't growing if you're not watering it and not adding seeds, and instead are blaming everyone else for having plants in their gardens that you don't like.

anon i dont know how to tell you this but if you felt the need to write a five-paragraph essay talking about how i need to be nicer to other people when i am pointing out misogyny in a fandom space then, well... actually, i dont know what to tell you other than the fact that i was trying to be aggressive and im not going to be civil about misogyny. my post wasn't made in the hopes of getting people to make more content of the women in borderlands because that would never in ten fucking million years work. it was not a constructive post. you are assuming i have some sort of goodwill about this and i don't. i wanted to be an asshole because, surprise, i am an asshole. funny how that works.

you are also pulling so much of this out of nowhere and putting so many words in my mouth that i dont even know where to begin with it?? i mean this in the kindest way possible nonnie but. this is a wild response to make when all i said was essentially "wow it sure is weird that the majority of content made for bl is focused on only three men when there's a full cast of amazing women to look at" and then "its also weird that people are making aus to erase the canon abuse and exploitation of a CHILD in order to make jack a good father". but thanks for the essay, nonnie. i guess.

[ashilrak]

Hey, so, I hope this isn't to be taken as antagonistic because I genuinely want to understand, and you seem to be a level-headed person who gives thoughtful responses so... I'm just wondering about the intense AI hate I seem to see on Tumblr? I understand in the case of AI art because it defeats the purpose of art + steals from actual artists. But I don't understand why the whole thing seems to be demonized? I do use AI to streamline things for my job, which is probably not ideal because I'm getting paid, but I'm also underpaid and I don't (didn't?) see anything wrong with making things easier for me and expanding less effort for a company that doesn't care about me. I also ask AI for help into understanding certain concepts, asking it to break it down for me in simpler terms. I suppose there are places like ELI5 on Reddit for that but. I don't understand why AI would not be okay if it achieves the same thing and I can ask as many follow-up questions as I want and it explains it in different ways that I might be able to understand? (Still taking into account that it's not completely accurate and still fact check, etc, not take it at face value, of course.) I've always greatly appreciated AI for that because I often have to ask the same questions over and over that real people don't have as much patience for.

Hi! This response might be less thoughtful than you wanted, but I am not an expert in this subject.

So as someone who's aware of potential for theft and unreliability of provided information, why do people dislike AI so much here on Tumblr?

There are a lot of reasons, some of which you covered. But one you didn't mention is the environmental impact. I saw somewhere once that one chatgpt prompt is the equivalent to dumping out a 16 oz bottle of water. Not sure how true that is but multiple sources like the UN and the Harvard Business Review have expressed concern about this, and this is just for data infrastructure and not related to potential damage as a result of decisions made by AI.

There are also side effects of AI like talented writers, people writing in their second language, and neurodivergent people being accused of using AI when they didn't just because of a certain word choice or phrasing. And there's the common sentiment of you should be able to write an email/synthesize information on your own to learn something new.

Drops in the barrel of why a lot of Tumblr isn't fan, but ultimately your opinion is your own.

[lululawrence]

I love your tagging! it's always interesting to see what you focus on in a pic

aljkgfhads;kjfsda oh bless you, nonnie. thank you haha

what's funny is for so long i defo thought people picked out the same things to kind of focus on in a photo because... we're looking at the same person doing the same thing etc you know? but over the last ten years i've defo learned that not everyone pays attention to like... their socks. lmaoooo which, ya know. fair. sometimes i don't even know why i've focused on their socks or whatever in the photos, but it just happens. lol so i'm glad that i'm not only amusing myself and hopefully making it easy to find specific photos i might need to find in the future, but i'm keeping others entertained as well haha!

[stunie]

hello again, zevieeeee , ur page somehow looks even prettier than before ;u; ?? you n ume look super super cute !!

my fav food is prob anything w soup like udon . cows are such lovable animals , can def see why you’d like them ahhhhh

speaking of trips, is there any place you’d rlly wanna travel to ?

sending love ᯓᡣ𐭩

—🐋

MY 🐋 IS BACK !! hello cutie good morning !! omg prettier ?? u just reminded me i need to make some changes !! it’ll look more balanced in a sec i promise 🥺 but i am ecstatic to hear that u like it !!

U SAW THE SELFSHIP COMM AAAA i am gonna be so annoying about it !! 😭 they made him look so COOL.

UDON. YUMMMYYYYY. yummy yummy yummy. me n u are stopping by to get some tn. so yummy. cows are so soft >: i would love to take a pic next to one one of these days jsnsnsmss

TRIPS !!!! i would love to visit the official pokemon center in japan >: that would be such a treat. i’d even wear my contacts so i can see it all

[oxensfree]

Hey uh in a post a while ago you said you got almost all secret endings and like there's one I'm struggling with could you help maybe sorry

It's once you get all the Adler letters and tell the ghost that you will sacrifice yourself and that the ghost is named calvin

What do I say after that? Cause like the ghosts keep saying "scrap it" and stuff.

Sorry about this sorry bye your cool

no need to apologize! if you're referring to this ask, i think there's a misunderstanding! since the game has so many endings, i'd hardly call any of them a "secret" /nm /gen. but i can gladly help.

i'm not certain what kind of ending you're looking for since it really depends on what choices you make and your relationship to the everyone throughout the game. afaik the "scrap it" dialogue is a set line and doesn't really contribute to any of the endings (i still got the bad/good/neutral ends regardless) plus there isn't any other additional dialogue in that scene to choose from.

i'm going to go out on a limb to assume which "secret ending" you're referring to: there's a new game+ ending after alex talks about her and her friends' futures post-edwards. you just gotta play the game again (it'll say 'continue timeline' smth along those lines in the menu) and you'll notice some differences in that gameplay.

i'm sorry if that's not what youre referring to or if my answer isnt clear! feel free to dm me or send another ask!

[aheathen-conceivably]

Wait, so is the school Violette’s about to go to a segregated school, especially since Abraham doesn’t know she’s mixed? Because if so then identity crisis incoming I guess 😫😥. I’ve been literally thinking about this since I saw the story post hours ago and finally worked up the courage to express my worries about Little Lottie (on anon of course).

Awww Nonny! If something is weighing on your mind always feel free to ask! I’m glad you worked up the courage to do so (even if it’s on anon 💕)

This is actually discussed in a few posts, but to give you an answer now: no, Violette will not be attending a segregated school. Although there were segregated schools in New Mexico in this period, Strangerville is not one of those. This is a purposeful choice influenced by the bounds of this story as well as the historical situation in this region of the state. If you’re interested in more background info I’ll leave it for y’all below the cut.

Also on the topic of your worries, we will be seeing Violette’s journey with her identity throughout her life. Even at an integrated school, she is in a unique position and as she grows older it’s something she becomes more and more aware of. But I appreciate your worry for our little heiress and again always feel free to reach out.

As discussed in this post, Strangerville is a figment of my imagination, but it was in-part inspired by the towns and locations throughout New Mexico where Black Americans moved throughout the 19th century as well as the Jim Crowe Era (Blackdom, New Mexico and African American History in New Mexico are both great books on this). Many of these settlers formed their own towns and communities, where others found success amidst established towns. Strangerville is meant to be one of these towns, and the Hines (our new characters) are an homage to this history.

Like much of the nation in this period, Black Americans in New Mexico faced segregation both formal and informal. As discussed in this post concerning interracial marriage, this was less extreme than in other parts of the country (and by this I should clarify that I mean legally, as the day to day situation and experience of people could look much different than what was legally permitted). This includes school segregation, which was legal but infrequently employed in New Mexico.

In 1924 the New Mexico State Legislature made it legal to establish segregated schools. However, the decision was left to the individual school districts, and the vast majority of segregated schools in New Mexico were established along the Texas border, which was a segregated state. As the Darlington-Duplanchiers are in the Northwestern part of the state, this was much less likely to happen. Further, most segregated schools were in places with large populations such as cities, while smaller regional locations (like Strangerville) continued to operate with integrated schools as they would have been pre-1924.

However it is also very necessary to note the fact that some school districts in New Mexico voted to have segregated schools for Mexican and/or Native children. As this is not a topic I have researched like the one above, I will abstain on speaking on it further, but it was an everyday reality in this part of the nation that worked in tangent with the segregation of black children in this period.

For the purposes of this story, all of the children in Strangerville attend one school and will continue to do so throughout the story. While this may be realistic for the black population in this region, it is perhaps more unlikely for Native children. Strangerville is meant to be located amongst Navajo land, so it is likely that many of these children would attend school on the reservations. However, I’m unsure how this intersects with personally owned native tracts and have chosen to give this particular fictional town one school. If anyone has insight into this I would be more than glad to hear from you!

Now all of this is not to say that the town is free from informal segregation or racism. It will not be as heavy of a theme as it was in the 1920s, as I purposefully conceived of Strangerville as a place with long history of integration and multi-ethnic history. However, we will still see some of this on a personal level, and especially insofar as Strangerville residents hold a distrust particularly for newcomers to their town.

[ritogysunshine]

I'm really happy for williams and alex

yess so am i! its so amazing seeing alex in the podium positions and fighting to be in the top 6! i'm so proud of him :)

[navybrat817]

Miss Navy! What if the reader joined the thunderbolts and fooled around with Bucky?

Bahaha. I have a thot, nonnie.

Not Exactly a Secret

Pairing: Thunderbolts!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are really good teammates... and more.

Word Count: Over 1.1k

Warnings: Kissing, implied smut, humor, team bonding (kind of), Thunderbolts spoilers, Bucky Barnes (he's a warning, okay?).

A/N: Using this beautiful @nixakimbo edit for reasons (you know why if you've seen Thunderbolts!). ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

In hindsight, they all should've seen it coming.

You were the last to join the team and easy to get along with. You could roll with the punches and keep up with Alexei, put John in his place when he stepped out of line, sympathize with Bob, and have a blast with Yelena and Ava. Hell, you even congratulated Bucky on his six month stint as a Congressman and swore he made a difference. He admired your kindness. He admired you.

The team thought Bucky was just being extra welcoming since he always found an excuse to be around you. If you offered to cook for the team, he was beside you in the kitchen ready to help. If you wanted to spar, he dropped what he was doing to go to the training room. And if you suggested a movie night, he sat next to you with your favorite snacks ready to go and a blanket in case you got cold.

Everyone noticed that Bucky smiled more when you were around. He laughed more, too. Turned to you for advice and didn't mind staying up late to chat or exchange books. Your room also happened to be beside his and he spent a lot of time in there, more than a regular teammate should.

The recent movie night you snuggled against him and started to doze off. If anyone else had tried to snuggle with him there was a chance they'd lose a hand, but not you. “Mmm. You're so good to me, Bucky,” you said when he picked you up.

“You know me. Just being a good teammate,” he replied, holding you close the way a boyfriend would and not at all like a teammate.

Yeah, they should’ve seen it coming.

Bob stumbled upon you by accident. He had forgotten his hoodie in the common room after one of the movie nights and froze when he spotted you and Bucky making out on the couch. He stood there for a full minute torn because he wanted to get his hoodie back, but he didn't want to interrupt. He ultimately decided against it when Bucky pushed you back on the cushions. On top of his hoodie.

“I’ll just… I’ll get it tomorrow. And I’ll wash it. Yeah, yeah. I'll do that. It’s fine. Everything’s fine,” he mumbled as he went back to his room.

You were kind enough to wash it yourself the next day and offered to buy him a new one, but he declined. It was nice that you offered. And he was happy because he saw how happy you made Bucky.

Yelena caught the two of you in the training room. For a moment it looked like Bucky was trying a new move on you and she almost asked him to show her how it was done. Tilting her head after a few seconds, she realized what she was seeing wasn't a defense move at all. If there was any doubt, the grunt he let out and the moan you gave him in response when some clothes were moved aside told her very loud and clear what was happening. And it would've been rude to stay and watch.

“Oh, I'm not sparring on that mat again,” she muttered.

She did spar on it again after Bucky cleaned it twice.

Ava didn't catch the two of you doing anything. She phased in the kitchen one day while Bucky was eating and making a mess. The exasperated look on your face when you tossed him a paper towel was adorable, as was the smile you two exchanged. Bucky never looked that soft around anyone else.

“You eat pussy like that?” Ava asked to get a rise out of Bucky when another drop of sauce hit his shirt.

“Yeah, he does,” you said without skipping a beat.

Ava laughed, thinking it was a joke at first, before she caught Bucky staring you down and licking his lips. You bit your lip and Ava almost phased out of the room to give you two some privacy. You beat her to it by sauntering out of the room with a smirk, the super soldier hot on your tail and leaving his mess behind.

“Thank you for not using the counter since we eat here!” Ava called out after the two of you.

Bucky had you on the counter the next day so he could eat, too.

Alexei found the two of you in his limo tangled up in each other. You couldn't explain why you and Bucky decided to fool around in there, but you wanted to have some fun and the limo was there. And it was clean. The Red Guardian wasn't at all upset. In fact, he felt honored that the Winter Soldier wanted to have sex in his limo and blasted “Pony” to set the mood.

“That’s what I talk about!” he cheered before Yelena dragged him away.

She also decided then and there that she’d always ride in the front seat of the limo.

John was the last to know, which surprised no one. After a successful mission, he realized neither you nor Bucky had answered a question he asked. Whatever smartass comment he began died in his throat when Bucky unashamedly kissed you. There was nothing gentle or chaste about it. It was a deep, filthy kiss and he felt like a perv watching.

Bucky must've thought something similar since he gave John the finger all while he continued to kiss you and you gripped his hair.

“Are you guys…” John trailed off since the rest of the group didn't seem at all surprised by the display. “Wait, did everyone know? Was I the only one who didn't know?”

“Yes, dime store Captain America.” Ava rolled her eyes. “Everyone knew.”

Whether it was the insult of being the last to know, John looked offended. “Even Bobby? And since when did the two of them become a thing?”

Bucky broke the kiss to glare at the blonde. “Yeah, asshole, Bob knew,” he replied.

“And it wasn't really a secret. We just hadn't officially announced it,” you said, giggling when Bucky’s lips found yours again.

Apparently the display was the official announcement.

“I really did know,” Bob smiled before he cleared his throat. “I, uh, found them in the common room.”

“Training room,” Yelena said.

Ava nodded. “Kitchen.”

“Limo!” Alexei shouted, hitting his chest. “My limo.”

“Jesus Christ,” John muttered.

Bob shrugged. “I think they make a good couple.”

“Of course, you do,” Yelena said, a small smile forming on her face as you and Bucky carried on. “I think so, too.”

Yeah, lovelies. Loved the film. Not at all sorry. Catch more shenanigans with Game Nights. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

Masterlist ⚓ Bucky Barnes Masterlist ⚓ Ko-Fi

[robbysreaders]

pairing: jack abbot x f!reader   word count: 2k and i have so many other ideas, lmk if you want more parts! notes: this one goes out to the nonny in my inbox when i asked for ideas! i kinda blended both your ex!reader and babydaddy!jack ideas! hope you enjoy!

You ended things amicably — as amicably as two people can when love’s still there but the capacity to hold it isn’t. Jack didn’t have space for you, your kid, his job, and his trauma. Something had to give.

But you co-parent well enough. There are bumps, but the rhythm is there.

Usually, handoffs are easy. He comes over, eats dinner with you both like old times, then wrangles Beau back to his place. But today’s different — off-cycle. You’re headed to the airport for a work trip, and Jack’s just wrapping up a shift, so you agree to meet at the hospital.

It feels strange walking in. You haven’t been back since the two of you ended things. There are plenty of familiar faces… and a few new ones.

The second Beau sees Jack, he’s wriggling out of your hand.

“Beau—no running in the ER—” you start, but he’s already barreling toward his dad.

“Oof, kiddo, remember we said soft hugs?” Jack laughs, catching him easily, hoisting him up into his arms.

Dana and Robby round the corner just then.

“Hey, look who it is!” Dana says, but Beau clams up, burying his face in Jack’s neck.

“Sorry, you know kids. He’s shy this early,” you say, brushing a hand down Beau’s back. “Be nice to Dana and Uncle Robby, baby.”

“It’s been so long since we’ve seen either of you around,” Dana says, pulling you into a quick hug. “I only get my Baby Beau fix from Instagram stories now.”

“Oh, I figured Jack would still be throwing his infamous backyard parties,” you say, trying to keep it light.

“Nope, those petered out. What’s it been—three years?” Robby glances at his watch, then at Jack with a pointed look.

It doesn’t take a genius to realize what he’s referencing.

Samira passes by next, lighting up at the sight of Beau. “Hi, Beau! Didn’t know I’d get to see you today!”

“Hi, ‘mira,” Beau murmurs, a soft smile still pressed into his dad’s shoulder.

“Sorry to interrupt, Jack—could I get your opinion on something before you head out?”

Jack looks around. You jump in before he has to juggle.

“I’ve got a few minutes. I can set him up in the lounge?”

Jack nods, grateful. “That would be amazing. It’ll just be a minute.”

As you head down the hallway, you catch a whisper from a pair of interns behind you.

“Damn, didn’t know Abbot married a hottie.”

Dana’s voice cuts in, dry: “Not married. She’s smart enough to not sign a contract with a guy who’s half in love with his job.”

You finish laying out Beau’s coloring book when Jack slips into the lounge, pouring himself a coffee, rubbing at one eye. That tired, end-of-shift look still gets you.

“You know, you could’ve told me you were d-a-t-i-n-g,” you say.

“Huh?” he blinks. “Want a cup?”

“I’m running late,” you wave him off. “And I don’t mind — I just think maybe we should tell each other when new stuff like that comes up. For his sake.”

Jack straightens, confused. “I have no idea what you're talking about. And you didn’t give me a heads up about Carl or Craig or whatever his name was.”

“Chris. And yeah, I should’ve told you. I did tell you, eventually. I’m working on being better about communication, and I’d hope you’d want the same.”

He sighs, then pulls you just outside the lounge, out of earshot.

“Okay, I don’t want to make you even later, but if we’re going to talk, then talk. Don’t allude to stuff — just say it.”

You exhale. “I thought maybe you and Samira were… seeing each other. From the way she spoke to Beau. And the looks from Dana and Robby—”

Jack actually laughs. “She’s 29. I’m her attending. We grab coffee, I mentor her. Sometimes when I have Beau, yeah. If that bothers you, I’ll keep it in mind. But I’m trying to be a good doctor. A good mentor. A good… whatever to you. And it still feels like I’m messing it all up. So just—don’t assume. Talk to me.”

You flush. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I’m just stressed.”

He twists a strand of your hair between his fingers, gently. “Y’know… would take a lot of stress off both of us if you moved back in. We could split the chores. Carpool. Coordinate pickups. Plus, I can think of a few stress relievers we used to be real good at…”

You swat his hand. “Okay, sure. Ha. Ha. I’m going to say bye to Beau. See you Saturday.”

On your way out, you pass Dana outside on her cigarette break.

“You know, a couple doctors I know say those things kill you.”

She exhales a laugh. “Not if this job kills me first. Life’s too short already to deprive yourself of the things — or people — you love.”

“Sure, Dana.”

“Any time, missy. And just so you know… he’s different. He’s been going through it, but he’s doing the work. Seeing that therapist. Doesn’t come in as much on his days off. There’s some… balance there now.”

“Sure, Dana. Bye, Dana.”

But the thought lingers.

Two days into your trip, you’re feeling a bit lonely. It always hits harder when Jack has him. You don’t usually FaceTime when they’re together — boundaries. But this feels like an exception.

you: how’s my boy? jack: i’m doing great. how’s my girl? you: 🙄 you: how’s Beaujack: see, you gotta be more direct. a man could get confused jack: he’s great. hit a double. got a popsicle. we’re watching transformers for the 80th time. classic boys night. you: bad time to try to facetime?

Incoming Call: Jack Abbot (ICE)

You swipe to answer, suddenly aware of the dark circles under your eyes, still in the hotel bed after a full day of networking.

“Mooooommyyyy!” Beau’s voice shrieks through the phone. “I did so good at baseball and then got a treat and Daddy made pasta and we’re gonna watch a movie!”

“That sounds amazing, baby! Are you having a good time?”

“The best! When do you come back?”

“Three sleeps.”

“And then we have Mommy and Daddy time?”

“Of course. You think about what you want to eat, okay? I’ll pick it up on the way.”

“Okay. And then we all sleep here?”

You pause. “No, baby. Remember? I sleep at my house, Daddy sleeps at his. You sleep at either.”

He gets quiet. Your chest aches.

“Alright, time for jammies and teeth. Go get ready, kiddo.” you hear shouted from the other room.

“Okay, bye Mom!” he says, dropping the phone.

Jack’s face replaces the ceiling. “I like hearing your voice in the living room again. Makes the house feel full.”

“Jack. You gotta stop.”

“Just saying. Beau’s not the only one who likes the sound of you here. My offer’s still on the table.”

You roll your eyes. “Sure, Jack. Hey… would it be okay if I called again Friday? I know we don’t usually, but… I miss him.”

“You’re never a bother. I could strap the iPad to my chest, have you join us for the whole day.”

You laugh. “God, Jack. You really know how to make a girl’s night better.”

“Oh baby, don’t I always.”

“Bye, Jack.” you roll your eyes, but you’re still smiling when you hang up.

--

The weather turned halfway through your drive from the airport, and between the stop for food and the hike from the only available parking spot, it feels like you swam the last block.

Jack opens the door barefoot, in joggers and a hoodie, towel slung over his shoulder.

“Hey,” you breathe.

“Hey,” he says, eyes flicking down to your drenched clothes. “Jesus.” He reaches instinctively for your bag, handing you the towel, hand brushing yours. “C’mon. Let’s get you warm.”

You step inside. Beau’s already wrapped around your legs before you can shrug off your coat. Jack disappears into the kitchen, already dishing out dinner.

“You don’t have to—”

“Just eat,” he says, setting a bowl in front of you. “You’re freezing.”

You sit. The food’s still warm, garlicky, comforting. You glance up at him. “You’ve gotten better at this.”

“Ordering takeout?” he teases, leaning against the counter.

You laugh, shaking your head. “No… this.�� You wave a hand vaguely at the house — the toys in the living room, the quiet rhythm of it all. “The parenting. The life stuff. You don’t seem rattled anymore.”

He gives a half-shrug. “Had to be better.”

You eat in companionable silence while Beau chatters from his spot at the table, recapping his week in half-sentences and excited tangents.

“Mom, can I watch a show while you finish?”

“Dad’s house, dad’s rules,” you say, looking to Jack.

“Sure thing, kiddo. But grab your gifts for Mom first — then one episode.”

Beau vanishes.

“Gifts?” you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Jack shrugs like it’s nothing. “Just some stuff he made. He’s proud of it.”

The silence that follows stretches, not quite awkward, but thick with something unspoken.

Then Jack says, low and clear, “I miss you.”

You look up, startled. Heart catching in your chest.

“I know I don’t say it often. Or the right way. But I do. I miss you. Not just the idea of you being around — you.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I’ve been thinking about how it felt, before things got hard. And… how lately, it’s been feeling like that again. When you’re here.”

You put your fork down, gently. “Jack…”

“I’m not asking to go back. Or to pretend the last few years didn’t happen. I’m just wondering if maybe we could try something new. Something more intentional.” He gestures faintly in the direction of Beau’s room. “We’ve already rebuilt the foundation, haven’t we?”

You study him. The steadiness in his eyes. The quiet way he’s offering — not demanding.

Finally, you exhale. “I didn’t think I’d get another version of you.”

“I didn’t think I had another version to give,” he says softly.

“So… what are you saying, exactly?”

“I’m saying I want you back,” he murmurs. “In the way that counts. I want to build this life with you — not just pass each other in it.”

You reach up, cup his cheek. “That’s a really nice speech.”

“I practiced,” he grins.

“You’re still kind of an idiot.”

His smile widens. He brushes a damp strand of hair off your forehead. “I said I’ve grown, not become a completely new person.”

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you’d been holding. “Okay. So how do we do this?”

“What?”

“I’m not just moving back in and jumping into bed with you, Jack. You still have a lot to prove.”

“Of course,” he says, straightening a bit. “I was thinking… maybe a family movie night tomorrow? Something easy.”

“Okay,” you nod. “I like the sound of that.”

“And if that goes well, maybe a grown-up movie night? I’ll wine and dine you. And we can make out in the back row like teenagers.”

You laugh, big and genuine. “I think I like the sound of that too.”

“God, I missed your laugh.”

The silence that settles then feels different. Full, not tense.

Then Jack says, almost too casually, “Oh — I’m switching to days.”

You blink. “Wait, what?”

“Robby and I talked. Figured I’d use this week off to reset my sleep schedule. I start the day shift officially tomorrow.”

Your jaw drops slightly. “Jack…”

“This isn’t about you. Well — a little. But it’s mostly about Beau. Nights just aren’t sustainable anymore, and I want a more stable schedule for him. It’s time.”

You reach up, fingers brushing the side of his hair. “Okay. But only if it’s right for you. I never wanted you to give up what you love.”

“I’m not giving up what I love,” he says, voice quiet but sure. “I did that three years ago. I’m just rearranging things now — so I don’t lose it again.”

You don’t answer with words.

You just kiss him. Soft. Certain.

And when Beau comes racing back in with a construction-paper-wrapped something clutched in his hands, he skids to a stop and grins.

“Are you guys kissing?”

Jack smirks against your forehead. “Yeah, bud. I think we might be.”

[grotesquevi]

‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ellie gets too carried away when strapping you down: ‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ ㅤㅤ ‎‎‎‎‎ ㅤㅤ is it her fault? no fucking way. it's the damn playlist.

cw  #  18+ mdni, porn with no plot really i deserve this, music!nerd ellie at its best, strap-on sex [ aka the cock© ] mentions of blood and bruises, she can (wo)manhandle me anytime idk, blink and you’ll miss the slight aftercare at the end.

side notes —   based upon lists of requests now lost from my pillar nonnie (I LOVE YOU COME BACK TO ME) — if you recognize this it may be because my previous account @vicorices got deleted out of nowhere, i'm trying to get all my work back up again cause of tumblr's dumb ass, check out my masterlists. wc: 1.6k

it’s suffocating when the fabric of your girlfriend’s tie wraps against your mouth. parted lips, a thin line of drool escapes from the corner of it dampening the cloth: she said it would help out in muffling the sounds you’re making, keep you in check.

"oh fuck- you're taking it so good" her voice sounds distant at the moment, like an echo brought by the wind. rough and raspy you become aware of yourself when her hands wrap around your waist, digits pushing against the flesh until ellie's nails are digging into that spot almost hidden there that forms when you're down on all fours "you're such a good girl, aren't you? the best girl in town taking my cock."

your girlfriend has reached a new state of nirvana when the sound of the speakers too loud and it's so filthy you can't help but love it, the sweat, the combination of fluids and the clumsy movements; you're sure there's some spit there from before now staining the sheets, blood from when she bites your lip too hard — it's all an experience.

makes you regret it almost when you mocked her in the beginning: an-hour-and-forty-five minutes in a sex playlist where most songs were deftones and heavy metal in the end? perverted fuck. she's spending at least an hour explaining how each song means something, a lyric maybe, the rhythm, or how she’s shamelessly thinking about fucking when one of the tracks slips in her headphones and she's having dirty thoughts on her way back to work, in the middle of the damn supermarket, at the dispensary.

damn. you let her ramble. ellie’s cute when over-speaking, when explaining about how she curated it from hours, put so much effort on it: "we take our time in fucking, you know it. do you ever look at the time? i do."

so it starts slow. she has the decency to think about foreplay so there's this mellow sounds in the air when she's undressing you, almost an inviting dance on the privacy of her room, in the dim lights, the barely illuminated scene with a music that seemed to make the walls vibrate with the loud sound of the speakers connected to her phone. it escalates a song or two after, the dragging of the guitars, ellie know what she's fucking doing when the sound seems to surround you, drown you while it carry the sinking ship to the bottom of the ocean in a one-time-trip.

it takes time but by the first ten minutes you know she's right, too prideful to ever admit it, much less when she's roughly pulling your face against the pillows and she's asking almost breathless if that's okay with you cause she's desperate to just do it, push and fuck you against the mattress, her sheets: you two, indeed take your time.

"ellie," the words seem to get stucked on the tie gagging you silent, muffled and barely audible since the music's too loud — your girlfriend's enjoying every second of it though when the most noisy rock fills the room now after some while and she's matching the sharp sounds of the song, the screams, the heavy guitars with the desperate movement of her hips like she’s unaware she keeps fucking you, too invested in her own mind as her eyes remained closed, nose wrinkled when her fingers seem to apply the right amount of pressure against your skin to practice the damn chords of the song.

so your girlfriend's ignorant of the force she's using to rail you against the mattress, the annoying sound the bed's making as it slams against the wall. there’s a glass of coke she was drinking from yesterday there in the nightstand connected to her bed that falls to the floor, but ellie don't care about the shattered pieces, too engulfed by the sight of the dildo filling your oversensitive cunt, the way your folds open for her as she sinks down and you swear you can feel it in your guts, a kiss on the damn cervix only to withdraw almost entirely and slam back in again and again and again.

she’ll take care of the pieces later.

she’s enjoying the show. ass up, face down, a delicious fucking show. you're dripping all over the strap and it's simply so great to see, to witness as your arousal coats her cock and trails down in between your thighs. her hand's imprint marked in red only seems to spur your girlfriend on, the primal instinct that dictates the lust, the craving on her hands when they pull your hair backwards.

and thank god for fucking cardio, cause even when ellie’s muscles are sore she keeps pushing as the sweat gathers on her forehead and it becomes the perfect kind of pain, the ache on her body begging to take a break before the tie slips from your parted mouth and she can hear again the irregular sounds you’re making, the need in your voice when tears are gathering in your eyes since it’s already too much — you’ve already endured her fingers and her fucking tongue hungry as ever, killer combo and nothing to say, but that? that was overstimulating.

“ellie,” you whine, “baby- you’re going too far- s’too much i can’t-”

“m’sorry” the words slur together as she tries to shake off that feeling that got hold of her for a moment, keeping you full as her body follows the angle forward, falling against your figure. her weight crushes you down, movements shifting pace now, slowly moving as her hand presses against your stomach and you cant help but crumble on the bed, unable to hold any preasure on your body “was i too hard on you?”

“yeah-” to be fair, she shouldn’t be getting off by the image of the debased state you’re in, loosened cunt she’s been using for the entire length of her damn playlist “s’okay, i’m okay don’t worry.”

“want to stop?” she asks, kissing on the exposed flesh of your neck, pulling your hair to the side as she makes both of you roll into the bed, gentle, almost playful bites on the skin of your shoulders now, glued to her chest. “anything you want me to do, i’ll do it. just name it out for me.”

“no- no don’t stop i can take it” you reassure her, cause it never cease to amaze you that nice switches she have on her personality, the way of destroying you entirely so she can put you back together after that “just go slow, please.”

“m’ so sorry baby, i got too carried away” she speaks against your ear, now much closer. and it’s more intimate like this, pressed against your girlfriend’s chest, she keeps her word when slowing down, mere second passing by before she’s using her own tie around your neck to hold you in place “better now? you’re enjoying it?”

it’s a prize when you cannot answer, heavy breathing, her hips barely move now in contrast from the rough thrusts from before: you’re enjoying it and there’s nothing better than the distortion, that smell on the air ellie’s always quick to pick up from. your skin’s salty now as she kisses you, teeth pulling on the flesh when she finds a secluded spot to leave a hickey, a perfect one that will make you wear your hair down in order to cover it and fuck it — you look so good with your hair down she has no choice to keep going.

“mmf-nooo- no hickies” you try to say and she knows you’re close by the shivers your body involuntarily gives, the way you lose control of your limbs, pliant and ready for her to keep taking what she needs — “please- got work tomorrow.”

“they’re hidden” she promises. the muscles in your back tensing now as ellie keeps her pace, makes her smile when you’re trying to find another argument, one that dies on your throat as she’s pinching on your nipples, rolling the stiff peaks between her fingers and pulling just enough to make your eyes roll to the back of your head — “got my girl too dumb to answer me back?”

you’re mumbling something incoherent she’s not able to understand, goosebumps on your skin ellie can physically see. the combination of it ends with you entirely — the bites on your shoulder, her filthy words on your ear, the playful game with your nipple. your girlfriend’s singing the damn fucking tunes on her playlist and it’s enough to make you dissolve into lust, one with desire as your body shakes violently and she knows it’s the rippling force of the orgasm that makes you go stiff, that tears you apart as a loud cry fill ellie’s dorm room, messy moans, incoherent words of praise. there it fucking is.

“ride it” ellie commands as you have no room to comply, moving your hips as a wet sound fill the air “good fucking lord listen to that- you’re chaotic, you know that?”

makes you chuckle when you’re coming down, your girlfriend’s already pulling out as you gasp at the sensation of being hollow: “god, what the fuck-”

“one more” she begs with pleading eyes “you must be so sensitive right now- please i just want to see you in between my legs, riding me.”

and it’s the face she's making. the pure need on her voice that makes you agree: how are you ever denying anything to her? when she has this power over you? shit.

“atta girl” ellie seems pleased as you straddle her lap, lazy movements, half lidded eyes struggling to find a focus “slow baby, let me feel how soaked this greedy cunt is, yeah? take your time there’s no rush.”

it’s the damn fucking playlist. the damn heavy metal.

[toranesu]

meant to reply directly through this ask but accidentally posted the draft.. had to screenshot and paste, but oh well. sorry for getting back to you so late, nonnie. ᝰ.ᐟ [P.S] Forgive me if I'm rusty. It's been a while.

⌗ sub bottom. sukuna x dom top m. reader

cw. established relationship, degradation, use of the word "whore," reader has a penis, reader is down bad and under for sukuna, one singular spank.

it was supposed to be punishing — rough and unforgiving. sukuna had fucked up; flaunting about the homicide he's committed, discarding his own butlers and companions, leaving only one: uraume. and for what, why? he always refused to elaborate.

"what the hell are you mad about this time?" he pulled a face; half a scowl and half a smirk, an ugly expression only the king of curses could pull. you grimaced, the question only ticking you off further. "fuck off," you grunted, hands pinning his wrists above his head.

sukuna had already been sprawled on the bed to begin with, as if he were riling you up on purpose. "fuck me," he licked his upper lip, flashing his fangs at you. "or are you too much of a wimp for that?"

you've known sukuna for enough time at this point. and yet, there are so many things — too many things he kept from you. it was fine during the earlier years of your time together. but now, after so many years and so much effort you've put into relation with this man, this curse, you call your one. it was starting to get infuriating.

"what's the point of us being together if you're not going to be honest and real with me?" you cursed under your breath, hips jerking against sukuna's own. he's lost count of how long you've been buried deep inside him. not because of how long it's been, no. but simply because facing you without that kind, forgiving exterior he fell in love with felt like an agonizing eternity.

sukuna was used to pain. he was used to being treated roughly — with no pardon, no remission, and no purgation. he is the almighty king of curses, after all. guilty at charge of the murderings of thousands. antagonism was his nature. repugnance was the pulse he lived on.

that's what he had always thought until he met you.

you were an unfortunate soul sukuna found in the midst of his wanderings. faced with him, you had never once quivered in fear. you were willing; kind, funny, mindful, solicitous, benevolent — a truly good-natured being opposite to him in ways he couldn't seem to put into words or even thought. you were nothing like him.

"wait," sukuna rasped in between thrusts. his nails dug further into the skin of your shoulders, enhancing the previously imprinted crescent marks on your skin. "i– i don't like this," he called out your name, attempting to reach out and land a kiss on your lips.

woefully, to no avail. "i don't like you killing your butlers and keeping things from me, either," you hissed through frivolous breaths, eluding from his attempts for affection and proceeding to pound with no target in mind.

"but here we are, yeah, 'kuna?" you gritted your teeth. sukuna let out a noise alike to a whimper, his walls clenching around you in protest. "you piss me off," he bit his lower lip, legs twitching as you manhandled his body into doggy-style.

you've done this sort of play before. casual bantering was common between the two of you. rough sex; bdsm, spanking, choking, degradation, and all those things. but this time, it felt different. the tone of your voice felt distant and ruthless. the affection he's always longed for since the moment he received it left no trace in the way you spoke, and it felt like shit.

"go on, tell me why the fuck you beheaded john?" you snapped your cock inside him, fingertips digging into the mounds of his flesh. john was one of the servants he had murdered earlier that afternoon — a topic he snickered about with uraume said evening. "you know i told you to be done with worthless homicide," you lifted your hand, striking your palm onto his ass in an abhorrent manner.

his hips jerked in response. "shut— shut the fuck up," sukuna managed to gasp between moans, hips stuttering against your own as he tried to deny the overwhelming feelings he had circling in his system. "it's nun' of your business," he bites back just before your tip hit straight onto his prostate.

sukuna's head fell back, mouth agape without sound as his cock spurted worthless heeps of cum. "but uraume deserves to know?" you rolled your hips directly against his prostate, uncaring of the stimulation he's going through. he hiccuped, and your palm went straight to cup his mouth. "fuckin' whore," you grated out.

he doesn't know if he should cum again from how sexy your voice is or if he should get angry for what you said about uraume. right now, he's just trying to get off his high.

sukuna heaved out, attempting to control his breathing whilst his ass rolled against your cock once more. "i wish i was theirs," he retorted through a forced smirk. that's right, if you were gonna play at this game, then he might as well join in on the fun.

big mistake.

you wasted no time to slide your palm to the back of his head, tangling your fingers against the strands of his hair just to shove his face down onto the pillow before him.

"whore," you cursed, hips thrusting mercilessly against his sore ones. sukuna's hand reached out to grab ahold of yours on his hip, muffled groans resembling words aiming for rebuttal.

you hadn't even realized when the night of passion you had planned turned much more personal on your end.

sukuna grasped for air as soon as you let go of his hair, arms scrambling to support his body as your thrusts resumed torturously. he reached one hand to find yours, head looking back to meet your gaze. normally, even in doggy-style, you'd still be all over him — fingers lacing with his own on the mattress, kisses laid upon his back and shoulders.

now, it's all sex.

he's not sure if he likes it. but the tears in his eyes betray any sort of ground you had in the first place. "ryomen," you gasped out his name as soon as you caught a glimpse of the fat glands of tears rolling down his cheek.

"why are you the one crying?" you questioned through a slight scoff, easing your thrusts as you slowly handled him to lay on his back. they say a man's true weakness is the tears of his loved one. and man, is you.

the staggering of your hips came to a halt, palms reaching up to wipe his tears away with your thumbs. "was it something i said?" your voice faltered, the facade of your anger slowly losing its filter. "too rough? too much?"

sukuna shook his head, hand reaching to clasp the one on his cheek. "no," he breathed out. fuck, a curse rang through his head. this was the version of you he was used to. "just wanted you to kiss me," he almost clawed himself for sounding so pathetic.

your gaze of worry soon wavered. "fuck this shit," you exhaled, averting your sight before glancing back at him. "i really thought i lost control," your voice came out almost barely a whisper. despite his exterior, sukuna lets out a few tears often during intimacy. this time, it caught you off-guard, though.

"fuck you," sukuna uttered hoarsely, leaning against your palm. "you didn't kiss me. not even once," he rocked his hips against yours suggestively, steadying his breath whilst his fingers laced with your own.

your face fell flat, expression dull before you rolled your eyes. "will you stop killing your servants?" you asked.

his expression hardened, gaze flickering before returning back to you. "will you stop getting all touchy and flirty with them?" sukuna clenched his jaw.

oh. that was it the whole time?

you opened your mouth to deny that accusation — but seeing that look on his face; teary eyed with his lips pursed. fuck, he was acting way out of character right now. "i'm not even gonna argue with you," you sighed, leaning down to place a your lips on his forehead.

his hole spasmed with joy simultaneously with his sneer.

"'kay, now fuck me again," sukuna tightened his legs around your waist along as his arms draped around your shoulders — an order which you could only oblige.