#but it turned out that my computer still had tumblr open so

[drxgony]

2 future Sith Lords and a future Exile walk the stairs of the Jedi Temple, a place they once called home.

Anywho, this is my iteration of the Exile, Alek, and Revan, back when they were Jedi Knights. A close friend trio before everything went as it did.

I have loads of headcanons and lore built for them (they need to start paying rent in my head, I swear) so I'll put it all under the read more!

Alright let's do this. So first and foremost I like to say that in my mind, they used to be best friends, Revan and Exile (I will also call her Meetra at times) being much like siblings, and Alek being a giant m

They would follow the Soldier, Poet, King format. The Exile the Soldier, Alek as the Poet, and Revan as the King. This also translates in Jedi ways with Guardian Exile, Consular Alek, and Sentinel Revan.

I like to imagine that although Alek has the nickname "Squint" as per part of his last name/old planet. It's also cause he needs glasses. For a guy who loves to read, it's a bit apparent.

That being said the hunt for the Star Forge was also aided by the research Alek did beforehand. As well, it was a passion project for him really. An aspect of his research loving shining through.

Revan and Exile are straightup very good, their humour and vibes are so similarly matched that they get along incredibly well. Meanwhile Alek is the "straight man" in situations. (As well, there were times where Alek may or may not have had feelings for one or the either, but was always closest with Revan. Meanwhile for Exile, a bit more of an incel moment, didn't appreciate her as much.)

In order for the Jedi order to have a bit more trouble going after the main gang, Alek dyed his hair black. This is A) for canon purposes, and B) I like to imagine that when the Exile sees Mical, buried deep within his books, she is reminded of him, and cant help but feel nostalgic.

The gang was also very young when they decided to go to War. Incredibly early 20s, like 22 at most (Age from eldest to youngest being Exile, Revan, Alek, but they're all pretty much the same age). The decision was hard but passionate. Revan was furious, Alek still has unresolved beef, and Exile was ride or die. I imagine they maybe even went on a mission and dealt with the aftermath of a planet after Mandolorian control, and that's what truly kickstarted it.

Revan never brought up Kreia, but she was the closest in regards of masters to him, pretty much a mother, and he did visit her to listen to her advice at times. The thing is, I like to imagine it wasn't a great relationship. Dissapointed parent and angry son with a broken relationship. He'd leave meetings with her in an emotional if not angry state. Yet he'd never bring it up to the trio. They knew better then to ask.

Things were happier in the past though, they were friends, they got to trouble, and there was always a love an appreciation for one another. Yet during the war, their fight and all of it fuelled their rage, pain, and loss. I know in the wiki it says that at one point, Malak wanted to send HK-47 to eliminate the Exile, and Revan refused... the thing is I simply cannot find the source of that, yet it is entirely possible. I like to imagine specifically, Revan being surprised. It reveals something about Malak to him, in which he is willing to betray the Exile if necessary.

Nonetheless, before it all went to hell, I just like to imagine they were best friends, and truly cared for eachother.

Lastly, here is my playlist about them. I hope you enjoyed these. There will be more in the future.

[cursedcatvibes]

SWEET BELIEFS

re2r!zombie leon x survivor reader

word count: 7.2k

summary: Leon turns into a zombie and has to learn to navigate how to live as one, while doing this he comes across you and your group of survivors. What will he do when he eats your now dead boyfriend's brains and falls head over heels in love with you enough to make you become like him?

tags/warnings: 18+ only please. I don’t want any controversy, minors DNI. Smut, Angst? Fluff for a paragraph or two. Descriptions of blood and gore. This could technically be considered a bit of Necrophilia? Implied suicide. Pain kink, Leon kinda takes a few bites out of reader. Slight non-con. Mentions of breeding but it doesn’t happen. AFAB reader, I tried to keep it as gn as possible.

A/N: hii so like i am absolutely awkward when it comes to writing smut to be honest, like it’s a bunch of thoughts that have to go into positions and the dialogue. i’m still a little unsure how to work tumblr and i feel so old. I took very very heavy inspo from warm bodies, one of my personal favorite movies. (I pulled up the script and everything so if you've seen the movie and are like hey.. word for word, bar for bar, YOURE NOT WRONG)

Songs I listened to while writing (just so you can picture some scenes with what songs I was feeling):

Sweet Beliefs - Cyann and Ben

Yamaha - Delta Spirit

Midnight City -M83

Hungry Heart - Bruce Springsteen

happy reading!

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Leon was a determined man; he could do mainly anything he set his mind to if he tried, and he did. He would do everything in his power possible to stop the spread of this virus, well, he tried anyway. He knew that he couldn’t do much to begin with, but he always had a small sliver of hope that he could. Stupidly he braved his way forward after the car exploded, promising Claire to meet at the police station. How naive. Is the two words he uses as he thinks back to that same day.

He held his Matilda gun in both hands as he made his way towards the front gate of the R.P.D. He grunted audibly as he shut the gate and then proceeded to lock it. He turned around to face the front of the building in partial awe, a bitter expression souring his face. This is where he was meant to work, to protect and serve the people and yet he never got a chance to properly even start to accomplish that task. 

With a heavy sigh Leon stepped into the building and looked around the main lobby, taking note of the shudder to his right that had a large warning with blood splattered on the floor, he grimaced and walked up to the small computer on the front desk, watching the cameras to see some guy flailing around a small notebook with the promise of a way out inside of it. 

Leon typed away on the computer to find out which room the guy was in and felt his heart sink a bit when he realized it was being blocked off by that same shudder he had saw earlier which was definitely not ideal but if he wanted to help get a cure he had to first escape with as many survivors as possible, so he inhaled sharply and opened the shudder by a lever with shaky hands, his grip on his gun tightening.

The shudder only opened enough for him to crawl under, so he pulled his flashlight out and crawled under while shining the light around, biting his bottom lip anxiously as he stood up from the floor and made his way to the room where the guy was, which unfortunately was behind another shudder. 

Leon holstered his gun quickly and manually forced the shudder open enough to pull the other officer out from, but unfortunately he was too late because the zombies had caught up to the guy on the other side and all the pulling from both ends along with the pressure of the shudder on the guys pelvic area ended up splitting him into two, leaving Leon with the upper half and the zombie with the delicious bottom half. 

He immediately felt sick, just staring at the blood and organs leaking out from the guy's poor body. Yet he forced himself to look away once he grabbed the small notebook from the guy's dead hand. He gasped softly when he saw that he needed to collect three medallions from different statutes and put them into the main statue in the lobby to unlock a secret path. 

Leon quickly pocketed the notebook and stood up, silently disappointed in himself for not saving the guy and making a quiet promise he would find a cure and try to save everyone else. He turned towards the door he entered, only for the door to swing open and a zombie to come barreling through, without hesitation Leon shot the zombie in the head and darted off, his main goal? Get back to the damn shudder that led him to this damn area in the first place.

As he ran, he bumped into two zombies, he panicked and shot one in the head and kicked the other one in the stomach to stagger back enough to fall on the floor. Leon heard a window break and started running towards the shudder, he could see the main lobby light peeking out from beneath the small sliver.

He got down on his hands and knees and started to force the shudder open, fear and adrenaline pumping through his veins. Yet he couldn’t get it open much with just his hands so he pushed his upper body through it and placed his palms flat on the floor, forcing it open enough with his back, almost crying with relief as he crawled through.

That relief was short lived as his leg was grabbed from the earlier zombie and before Leon could try and either shoot it or attempt to squirm away he felt this horrible pain shoot through his leg. A loud scream erupting from his lungs, he scrambled for his gun and shot the zombie, standing up quickly to force the shudder shut. He whimpered in pain as he limped over to the medical beds in the main lobby. 

He could see the blood seeping through his pant leg and when he rolled the fabric up, he almost vomited at the sight of his flesh missing. Apparently while he was crawling and squirming it caused his pant leg to bunch up a bit to expose skin and a bit of his pants fabric was missing from where he was bit. All the hopes of saving everyone and being the help people needed went down the drain. He’d seen enough zombie movies to know he was going to turn within a few hours and this whole thing was pointless and stupid. 

He glanced down at his gun, breathing heavily as he brought it up to his temple. “I won’t become those... Things.” He whispered to no one but himself, tears welling up in his eyes, but he was too chicken shit to kill himself. He burst out into tears and laid back onto the bed, sniffling softly to himself. He failed. For the first time in his life, he failed to protect someone. 

That was the last thing he remembered as a human as his eyes got droopy, fluttering shut every once in a while, before finally shutting, taking his last breath. 

When he awoke, he gasped as he rose up, clenching his hand over his heart, taking no note of the fact his heart was no longer beating anymore. He glanced down at his hands and saw they were paler than usual, he figured it must’ve been a nightmare or maybe he was immune. Otherwise, how did he survive a whole zombie bite? 

He got off the bed and grabbed his gun once more he was able to find a sharp object to use to pry open a door, he carefully stalked through the West Office, pulling his lips into a thin line as he tried to be as quiet as possible but when he stepped onto an empty plastic bottle his head shot up towards the two zombies in the room that roused up from their sleep. Leon fumbled for his gun getting ready to shoot because he was not about to be bitten or eaten alive, only for the zombie sleeping at the police desk to shush him. “Sleeping... Shush.” The zombie grumbled tiredly before going back to sleep. 

Leon’s jaw dropped in awe, why hadn’t they attacked? Why could he understand them now?! All the scenarios ran through his head at once and he could only land on one possible one. With a panicked look on his face, he rushed out and sprinted up to the second-floor bathroom, the zombies lingering in the hallway ignoring him, grunting and groaning out broken English to each other. 

He threw the bathroom door open and walked towards the mirror, finally looking at himself. It finally made sense to him now. It only took one look at himself to clearly see that he too was now a zombie, a hideous creature like the rest of them. Yet he didn’t look busted and beaten up, all his facial features were still intact and none of his skin started rotting, although some joints of his were stiff, assuming the rigor mortis set in for him if he were to be an actual dead corpse, but he wasn't. 

His reality came crashing down on himself and he couldn’t even cry, dead things don’t have emotions anymore.

-

Upon watching the news for a few days, months, years? He wasn’t sure anymore, everyday blended into one and after a while he stopped caring, he was dead now. He made a few zombie friends, those…people? Helped him adjust to the new life he was forced into fairly quickly. Almost like a family, every zombie was family, it didn't matter if you weren’t related or what you looked like, if you were a walking corpse you qualified as family. 

But if you were human, you were considered bad, an enemy, a meal. He learned that humans managed to build a wall to keep zombies out while they tried to start civilization anew, hoping to repopulate. Though some rebellious teens often snuck out beyond the walls and became a meal or turned into a zombie, or people ransacked through old buildings in hopes of coming across supplies, fortunately for zombies they could sense humans by smell from miles away, just most were lazy and didn’t want to die a whole second time for a worthless meal, unless the humans were in groups. 

Just like your group.

Out ransacking a place for medicine for some members of your community that fell ill and just extra medicine just in general. Leon was rather hungry as he walked with his usual horde of zombies towards the building you and your friends were in. He was quite happy because it smelled delicious. (Having grown accustomed to eating humans at this point.)

It didn’t take long for the horde to break down the door to the room you were in before they started attacking, gun fire ringing through the air, yet if it wasn’t a headshot, it didn’t matter much. Leon made eye contact with you when a zombie in front of him got shot in the head. Once he locked his eyes with you, he was smitten, he hadn’t felt like this since the day he arrived in the city. He felt… determined. He was absolutely fascinated with you enough to spare your life from being taken by him, he watched your beautiful eyes widen before sliding away behind a counter to hide. 

The moment was short lived as some annoying guy shot him, Leon growled and pounced on the guy, ripping him to shreds within seconds, eating the yummy brains he got through hard work, blood all over his mouth, hands, and clothes. As he chewed on some of the guys' brains, he indulged in the memories he got from them, for some reason if you consumed the brains of a human you get to see, experience, and feel all their past memories stored in that part of the brain.

Yet as he silently ate the brain’s he started seeing you in this guys’ memories, your sweet laugh, the soft and tender kisses between you both, even when you guys had sex. Leon’s eyes snapped open at the last part, gasping softly at the stirring in his loins. It wasn’t strong, no. But it was very faint, and for a moment he felt human again. 

It didn’t take a miracle for Leon to figure out he ate your boyfriend, he gulped down the brains in his mouth and pocketed the rest, all while chaos ensued around him, people dying, gunfire, stabbing, crying, shouting. None of it mattered. He could feel the amount of love your boyfriend had for your coursing through his veins as he crawled over to you. 

He saw the look of horror on your face as he spotted you, slowly crawling over to you because your gun had jammed, and you ran out of stuff to defend yourself with. He sat right in front of you and watched as you leaned back with a scared and disgusted look on your face. He frowned slightly and leaned closer, placing his bloodied hand on your cheek, making sure to smear you in your now dead boyfriend's blood.

In a hoarse and cracked voice Leon then spoke up. “S-Safe... Now.” He stuttered out, it had been a while since he had to use that word that he almost forgot it. He wanted to keep you safe, he now claimed you. It didn’t take long for the other zombies to grab the brains and other pieces of human body parts before they got ready to leave, sniffing around to make sure they couldn’t smell any more alive humans. 

He carefully took your hand and placed his bloodied finger over your lips. “Shh... Come.” He muttered softly, it hit him that he hadn’t spoken in full sentences or English in a while now, zombies understood each other by just grunting or groaning, they did speak in broken English sometimes. 

“What?” You whispered in confusion as he helped you up and walked you alongside the pack of zombies. He held onto you tightly with an expressionless face, guiding you along with the group all the way back to the police station, very determined to keep you as his own. He took you to a small space that no one really lingered at. Luckily, he had claimed this space, so no other zombies dared to go back there out of respect for when Leon wanted to be alone. The other zombies didn’t suspect you either, to them; if you smelled like you belonged then they thought you were one of them, plus they’re brainless idiots too, who is gonna know the difference if they don’t have the intelligence to figure it out.

Leon stared at you with uncertainty in his eyes, wondering if it was really the best idea to bring you back here of all places. What he did know was that he was super happy to even have a human in his vicinity, even if well you did attempt to kill him.

“This is... home...” Leon said softly, crouching down in front of you on the floor, trying to figure out how to explain he wasn't going to eat you. He pointed at you and then himself, chomping his teeth a few times. Cringing internally when you looked even more horrified, so he repeated the motion once more. “Not... eat.” He mouthed quietly with a soft expression in his eyes.

“Keep you safe.” He stated firmly, his eyes darting away from your gaze awkwardly. He got up and searched the room for some canned goods he had stored away when he first turned into a zombie. Eating humans disgusted him and he really didn’t wanna try to figure it out, so he tried to eat normal food, but that was never no use. He always spat it out with a disgusted look on his face, it tasted horrible.

He found a large can of fruits, smiling happily as he brought it over to you with a knife. You shakily took both items from his hands, being extremely cautious around him still because you were still unsure. Plus, it’s not like he looked like a model, you were sure that if he wasn’t covered in blood and didn’t have a few pieces of his cheek missing he would be close to a model. 

He was cute in a sense, like a dog almost. But you didn’t trust him, not yet at least. Zombies were the things you were warned about. With a reluctant sigh you stabbed the knife into the top of the can and ended up prying it open. You glanced up at him as you used your fingers as a spoon, catching his eyes dart away nervously. 

You pulled your lips into a thin line before letting out a small chuckle. “I guess you’re not all that bad, Mr. Zombie.” You snorted, watching Leon sit down in front of you. He scratched gently under his chin, a habit he never grew out of even when he was undead. He also learned that if he scratched too hard then his skin would fall off. 

Which is why it looks like a cat scratched the side of his cheek; it would’ve been a cool scar if it healed. But he was dead... So, nothing could scar... Or heal.

“My name...” He murmured, trying to think back on what his name actually was. It had been so long since he actually heard his name or even said his name that he forgot what it was. You on the other hand perked up a little bit. “You have a name?” You asked, sitting up a little straighter. He nodded and tried to think back on it. “L...” He elongated the first letter of his name because that’s the only thing that came to what little mind he had left. 

“Leonard? Lachlan? Landon? Leroy? Lawrence?” You started listing off different names that started with an L that came to mind, hoping one would stick but he just kind of shook his head before blinking a few times. “Familiar.” He narrowed his eyes before shaking his head, he almost had it but just as soon as he thought he did he lost his train of thought.

You sighed and ran your clean-Ish hand through your hair, eyes roaming over his body before you saw what looked to be an imprint of a wallet in his pocket. Your eyes widened slightly, and Leon noticed your gaze at his pants. He got excited for a moment, thinking you were checking him out or trying to look at his dick. He would gladly show you if you wanted!

He watched with excitement as you moved your hand out to his crotch area, he wasn’t sure if he was prepared! What if you didn’t like what you saw? Could he even have sex? So many questions racked his brain, each making him more excited than the last. Until... Your hand swerved to the left of his pants, aiming for his pocket as you tapped the stiff object. His face dropped in disappointment, but what was he thinking? Why would you even want to think about such an ugly hideous monster in such an intimate way? “Can I?” You nudged your head towards his pocket, and he nodded in slight defeat. 

You took out the wallet and flipped it open, looking at his ID. If you thought he was partially cute before, he was definitely cute now. You had to hide the blush that was threatening to sprout on your cheeks, quickly shaking it off. You redirected your attention where it was supposed to be aimed at. His name. 

“Huh. Leon Scott Kennedy.” You murmured aloud, watching Leon perk up with excitement as his name came back to his brain. “Yes! My name...Leon!” He pointed at himself happily again. He nodded and gently took the wallet from your hands. 

His eyes settled on the ID photo, and he felt a small wave of sadness wash over him, it wasn’t even his fault he turned but he supposed he turned in the least painful way possible, the most unscathed too. Some people had their limbs pulled off their body and some people had been halfway eaten alive because the damn zombie wanted their organs and not the brain. 

Yet he felt this was the closest he had come to crying ever since he turned into a zombie. He had tried everything he could do in his power to cry, and none of it worked at all. It mostly just damped his mood.

But even now he could not get that tear he so desperately wanted to fall from his eye. He shut his wallet and stuffed it into his pants pocket again, looking away from you awkwardly. He was going to say something until he watched you look out the window with your own longing look.

He wanted to comfort you but didn’t know how, plus he definitely didn’t want to be called or considered creepy. So, he turned around and pulled out some of the stashed away brains in his jacket pocket, he popped a big piece into his mouth like it was gum. He was able to divulge in a few new memories that your boyfriend had.

His eyebrows scrunched up as he could see your dad happily welcoming your boyfriend into the family, having a serious conversation while also celebrating your dead mom's anniversary. Then the memory faded out until he came back to reality because you had started talking to him. 

“I want to go home, Leon.” You stated firmly, your gaze still peering out the window for a bit longer before turning around to stare at him. “It’s n-not safe...” He warned you once more that going outside was not a good idea at all and you were stubborn and set on leaving. 

You sighed rather heavily and rubbed your face as you tried to figure how to explain it to him because he was quite literally not the brightest tool in the shed, and it wasn’t even on purpose either. “I get that.” You paused before continuing. “And look… I know that you ‘saved’ my life. And I'm grateful for that. But you walked me into this place. So, I know that you can walk me out again.” You narrowed your eyes at him as you waited for his response, you had a solid argument through and through. Leon knew that but didn’t want to let you go.

His poor brain scrambled for an answer, he didn’t wanna lose you. “H…h… have to wait. They… They’ll notice.” He blurted out as best as he could manage. You weren’t the happiest person on the planet with that answer, but it was better than staying with him permanently. 

“How long?” You questioned, sitting down in front of him as he kept his eyes trained on you. “F.. f.. few days. Th.. they’ll forget. You’ll be o-kay.” Leon tried to reassure you and he sounded quite serious about this. 

You nodded with a firm tight-lipped expression. “Fine. A few days it is then.” You responded quite tiredly. Leon was a bit eager that you bought into his lie, why wouldn’t you? No one else could sway you to believe otherwise since he was a zombie and you believed he knew everything about every zombie in this post-apocalyptic world. 

The next few days consisted of the both of you doing fun things to relieve your boredom, he showed you his fun little trinkets and items he collected during his time as a zombie just so he could feel a little human again and you in turn showed him the fun things humans still did that he forgot about.

But all good things must come to an end when he got distracted roaming around outside the safe place, he took you to find some more food and perhaps a better blanket, it was a big police station, something had to be there. But when he arrived back a while later with the objects, he was shocked to find you missing when he deliberately only went out while you were napping or sleeping so he didn’t have to stress about you running away.

He pursed his lips into a pout before he heard you scream, he immediately dropped the stuff in his hands and rushed off towards the direction of the scream, finding you surrounded by zombies. He panicked and grabbed a fire extinguisher, whacking the other zombies in the head in order to protect you while you stepped out the way to avoid being attacked or injured in some way possible. 

When he was sure he killed the other zombies, he dropped the fire extinguisher and huffed softly, wiping the blood away from his face and hands onto his already bloody clothes. Leon snapped his head up towards your direction with a frown on his face. “You said a few days. It's been a few days, Leon.” You demanded answers, you were feeling restless after all. “I have to go home; I have a family. A family that's on the other side of that giant wall that keeps creatures like you out of it.” You tried your best to explain it to him, but he didn’t want to hear the nonsense. He wanted you.

He took your hand in his own cold and stiff one, tilting his head at you fondly. “S... stay t-together.” He smiled as best as he could manage while guiding you to the parking garage. “We leave.” He tapped his wallet again and then took you over to a hoodless red car that had the keys still in the ignition.

Leon wanted to drive but he wasn’t very sure in his abilities and as if you read his mind you spoke up. “I'll drive.” You exclaimed cheerfully, hopping into the driver’s seat while he got into the passengers. He took the parking garage keycard out from his wallet that he often used to go out and explore carefree and handed it to you, which you gladly accepted. 

-

It had been a few hours since you and Leon left the police station, a clear destination in mind for you. That same wall you referenced earlier. You could’ve gotten there before midnight, but it had started raining and the heater in the car crapped out. “Dammit it, I’m freezing...” You grumbled in slight frustration, but Leon wasn’t cold at all. Corpses don’t get cold, which is an added bonus sometimes.

You glanced around and realized you were in a neighborhood close to home, well not super close but close enough to finish driving the rest of the way there.

“Full disclosure, I am exhausted beyond, and I want to warm up before I catch hypothermia. I’m not a corpse you know.” You teased, smiling a bit as you informed Leon of what was about to happen. He nodded and gave you a thumbs up.

You were still a little uneasy around him, but he was growing on you. You pulled over into a random driveway and hopped out the car, shivering as the cold wind paired with the rain blew harshly against your skin. Leon followed right behind you, albeit a bit slow but he still followed along.

As you approached the door you silently hoped it was unlocked, because who the hell would lock their door after being evacuated in a zombie apocalypse? 

Unfortunately, it was locked, and you seriously considered busting the door down, you took a step back but stayed beneath the awning of the front porch, rubbing your hands up and down your upper arms to warm yourself while searching for a window that wasn’t boarded up to break into.

Leon on the other hand was confused why you didn’t just open the door considering he got there a little after you did. “What's... wrong?” He questioned, staring at you with his usual cute look of curiosity.

Your eyes darted back towards his own and you purse your lips tightly as you explained that the door was locked. “It’s locked, I can’t get in it and I’m searching for a window-” Before you could even finish your sentence Leon slammed into the front door and it swung open. You were stunned. Could he always do that? If so, why hadn’t zombies come in bigger hordes to storm the wall keeping the rest of humanity alive.

Leon turned towards you when he opened (broke) the door for the two of you, but mainly you. It’s like he was expecting some praise for helping you out. He was a good zombie after all! 

With a small smile on your face, you patted his head. “Thanks Lee.” You crooned, the nickname easily slipping past your lips as both of you sauntered inside the house while Leon closed the door behind the both of you once inside.

You desperately rubbed your hands together for a shred of warmth, Leon took note of this and frowned. He wanted to help you warm up but how? His brain (what was left due to deterioration) searched for an answer and came up with one possibility but didn’t know if you were going to want to do that. After all, he was let down earlier with the whole wallet situation.

“Let’s go upstairs, I’m dying to get out of these clothes and under a blanket.” You emphasized your point by tugging on your soaked shirt. Leon being Leon let his eyes roam over your body, admiring the way it clung to your skin before noticing you were walking away towards the stairs. “O-Okay.” He murmured, tailing after you like a puppy.

Once you reached upstairs you asked Leon to make sure no other zombies were in any of the rooms, you survived this far. No way in hell were you going to die in such a pathetic way. It's the first rule of the apocalypse, be cautious and also know your route to escape if you do encounter a zombie. You can thank Zombieland for that warning, it did amuse you in some odd way.

Watching some guy who was surviving a zombie apocalypse thinking it would never happen but never say never. It felt like some sick joke that sometimes didn’t feel real until you encountered a zombie, then it felt a little too real.

Speaking of zombies, here comes the cutie who waddled back with a shake of his head. “No zombie!” He exclaimed, pointing to a room at the end of the hall. "Bed.” He said simply, putting his hand on your lower back to guide you inside the room. You didn’t protest it at all, hell you would sleep on a rooftop if it provided you with good enough shelter along with a decent bed at this rate.

After a quick check of the mattress to discover it hadn’t rotted much, and a bedsheet was over it so it added a decent layer of protection as well, you sat on the edge of the bed while Leon sat on the floor like usual, wanting to make sure you were comfortable.

“I’m gonna get undressed. Don’t look.” You ordered firmly, hoping he would understand. You smiled when he nodded and turned your back to him while he turned his head away long enough for you to see he did before he turned right back towards you.

Leon wasn’t an idiot; he knew very well what he was doing. He was once human too after all, plus he would feel stupid if he let this rare moment slip away from his grasp, it had been too long since he saw actual decent tits and ass, most of the other zombies who were women were all rotting and very unappealing to him. He’s sure you would look so beautiful if you looked like him. 

You on the other hand were completely oblivious to Leon’s plan or the fact he was ogling you like you were his next most delicious meal, and in a way... You kind of were. 

Nonetheless you stripped down to just a bra and panties before curling back into the bed and under the blanket, shivering quietly while hugging your legs for warmth still. It was so silent between the both of you. So silent you could hear your teeth chattering echo throughout the room.

Leon sat on the floor awkwardly, wondering what to do with his newfound feelings. You never banished him from the bed, nor were you shying away from him when he touched you recently. Maybe this time he could get what he wanted from you, right? He would have to eventually.

A very confident Leon rose up from the floor, you watching with furrowed brows in confusion. Was he going to leave the room? But to your surprise he curled up in bed with you, his cold dead hands sliding around your waist to cuddle you from behind, you instantly stiffened up from multiple things, the fact he was cold, and his hands were resting on your belly and the fact he was so close to you like this. But after a few moments you relaxed and leaned back into his touch.

Leon felt like he was over the moon when you reacted positively at his touch, he could smell your scent, your musk and if he had a consistent blood flow, he was sure it would’ve all rushed down to his penis. Luckily for him he could make his body stiffen up in places or even all over in general. Lord knows how many times he escaped second death by doing this neat party trick when humans tried killing the groups of zombies he was in. He never left unscathed though and caught a bullet in his shoulder once. But it never bothered him because he didn’t feel it. It did piss him off though. 

He was so tempted to take a small bite of your sweet supple flesh; he had been suppressing his desires for so long now it was becoming unbearable. “Such a temptress...” He thought to himself, rubbing his hand up and down your waist gently, easing you up to his touch in small doses. 

You were feeling pretty sleepy but a part of you was getting a little turned on, you hadn’t had sex in a while even while your boyfriend was alive so any touch from a male was enough to set you off, even if unfortunately, that male was a zombie. But it was different somehow, he was gentle. Plus, he was cute so that definitely didn’t hurt either.

You guess the only plus of the whole situation was the fact Leon wasn’t breathing super loud in your ear like a fat pig. That’s what your now dead ex(?) boyfriend did, and it was a major turn off because it sounded like he was dying every time he was moaning or even came. 

Not a word was spoken between the two of you as Leon’s hand drifted lower to cup your inner thigh, the two of you looking down at his hand on your body. He whimpered softly at the warmth between your thighs. “M-May I?” He pleaded; he can’t remember the last time he was this nervous. Oh wait, yes he can. The first time he met you and a few hours earlier when you pulled that little stunt of disappearing on him. He thought he lost you forever. 

Not this time. 

Not ever again. 

You gulped quietly and looked over your shoulder at him nodding slightly, breathing out a soft yes. 

Leon was happy, he felt a warmth within himself in his chest area, well maybe if he had a beating heart it would feel way better, but he can’t get greedy now. Not after he worked this hard to get to this moment.

It had been a while since he had sex, things with his ex-girlfriend weren’t so great before he came to Raccoon city. He silently apologized if he was a bit rusty. Though as soon as his hand slipped beneath your panties, and he heard your soft gasp when his fingertip brushed against your clit it's like all his knowledge on how to please a woman came back to him.

He tightened his grip on your waist with one hand while the other dipped down to collect the slick leaking from your hole, using it as lubricant to swipe at your clit as best as he could, hoping to pleasure you. He figured he was doing a good job when you pressed your face into the pillow to muffle a moan.

That wouldn’t do at all!

Leon removed his hands from you and sat up, pouting a bit as his ego inflated from the soft whine of confusion left you. “I wanna..” He paused and looked down into your eyes. “So pretty...” He thought to himself. 

“Sound.” He pointed at your mouth; it took a second for it to click but once it did you nodded. “Right, yes. Sorry.” You blushed at his comment, for a zombie he seemed sure of exactly what he wanted. Even if he wasn’t good at it verbally.

Leon smiled and climbed on top of you, running his knuckle against your cheekbone with a delighted expression. You nuzzled against the gesture, a small part of you was calling yourself a freak for even enjoying this and the bigger part was you telling that other part to shut the fuck up.

Your hands came up to cup his face, being mindful of the piece of flesh missing from his cheek, he appreciated the gesture, but he couldn’t care less if you touched the wound. He rested his weight on his forearms to grind his cock against the wet spot on the gusset of your panties. A soft moan left your lips and if you weren’t so scared of getting bit you would’ve kissed him, but you didn’t want to tease him and him end up biting you.

You were so eager and desperate though that you yourself disregarded foreplay because you were definitely wet enough. You helped Leon strip down to nothing, admiring his toned body, ghosting your fingertip over the bullet wound too. He was embarrassed and shied away from your wandering eyes.

“You’re so handsome, Leon.” You confessed, watching his eyes go wide with his head snapping back towards you with a hint of vulnerability beneath them. “Really?” He tilted his head at you while you discarded your bra and panties somewhere in the room. 

When you met his eyes, you leaned forward to kiss his cheek, nodding while dragging your fingers through his soft but slightly matted hair, trying to ignore the fact you might’ve tugged a bit too hard that some strands actually fell out. It was just another reminder that you were literally about to have sex with a whole zombie.

Leon cleared his throat as best as he could while positioning himself between your legs to rub his cockhead between your folds. Low moans escaped both of you before he slowly pushed himself past the tight muscle that relaxed with ease. Leon swore he was in heaven, that he died for a second time and that heaven was you.

So warm and wet. Is literally all he could think of.

You on the other hand couldn’t get over how good it was, but that lingering guilt still bubbled at the back of your mind. You shoved those thoughts down and wrapped your arms behind his neck tugging him closer towards your body.

Slowly he started to thrust into you, he tried to be gentle, but each thrust was hard and rough. Punched out gasps and moans filling the room each time his hips met yours. “D-Do you like...?” He asked quietly, burying his face into your neck, holding his desire to bite you at bay. He had to remind himself it wasn’t a good moment. But seeing your bouncing tits and flesh so close to his face was his breaking point.

“Y-yes... I love it–AHH!” You screamed at the end of your remark, feeling tears well up in your eyes at the pain of being bit. 

Leon cursed himself for doing it, but he could only hold his primal desires at bay for so long. “What the fuck did you do! G-Get off of me!” You shrieked, trying to fight away from his grasp but he was much stronger than you. Immediately pinning your wrists down to the mattress with one hand, shaking his head as he continued pounding into you.

“I'm s-sorry!” He apologized profusely but his hips never slowed down. “Accident...” He whimpered coyly as you kept struggling. 

You felt like an idiot, who in their right mind would trust a zombie after all? You. You did and now you were reaping the consequences. 

As much as you hated to admit it, the blood loss and the blood around Leon’s mouth was making you dizzy with pleasure. It didn’t take long for your struggling to cease; you knew you would ‘die’ from blood loss but the adrenaline in your body was fighting while blood gushed out from the bite on your neck.

Leon let go of your wrists shakily to test if you would harm him but when you didn’t and you just laid there looking up at him with a hazy look in your eyes, he felt like he was on top of the world. In one swift movement he put your ankles over his shoulders, putting you into a mating press damn near with how feral he was fucking you.

The lewd squelching sound of your pussy was enough to send him over the edge, but he can’t cum, he lost that ability the day he died. He was upset he didn’t meet you earlier, he’s so sure that you would look so perfect with his child in your belly.

“You’re going to be just like me...” Leon hummed, concern brewing in your belly when he started getting easier to understand. Was this really it? You weakly protested against the idea when his thumb pressed against your clit to get you to have one final orgasm. 

He tilted his head to the side to lick up your calf all the way up to your ankle, suckling on the area he wanted to bite. Without much thought he sank his teeth in your leg, right where he was bit. What was more romantic than having matching bite marks?

You jolted from the pain mixed with pleasure, weakly crying out Leon’s name. “L-Leon... Stop it...” You pawed at his back as your back arched off the bed, feeling the life slowly draining out your body the faster your heart pumped out blood from such a stimulating touch, your body temperature lowering to almost eerily match his own.

He could feel your gummy walls squeezing the non-existent life out his cock and he threw his head back in pleasure, groaning loudly as he doubled down on his efforts, he could tell you were close. 

He wasn’t wrong though, you were so close to reaching your sweet release, the bedsheet and mattress soaked with your bodily fluids. Blood and your arousal forever staining the sheets. “P-Please my Goddess...” He squeaked out, leaning down to lick at your neck, lapping up the blood oozing out. 

Your body was getting weaker and weaker, eyes fluttering shut longer than they were open as you slowly died beneath him, yet right before you took your last final breaths as a human you came violently around his cock, feeling utterly spent and satisfied as you drifted into an unconscious state.

Leon sat up straight, staring down at your lifeless body with a small amount of concern. He had never turned someone into a zombie before, so he wasn’t sure if he actually killed you or not. He pulled his cock out of your hole, admiring the creamy white ring around the base of it.

He ran his fingertips over the bite mark on your leg, sighing in content, his eyes drifting up your body to admire your glistening folds. He glanced around nervously before leaning down to lap at your cunt, moaning softly at the taste. "Gosh..." He could definitely eat you up.

He whimpered in frustration when you didn't stir awake after a few hours (minutes), placing small kisses on your belly with a pout, wrapping his arms around your waist while he laid on top of you, covering your naked bodies with the blanket. 

He kept your hand outside the blanket, staring intensely at it. 

“Please move. Please move.” He thought anxiously, finally after what felt like eternity, he saw your fingers twitch and he felt relieved. He smiled fondly at the sight, kissing your sternum with a dopey grin.

You were going to be with him for eternity. <3

[eilorow]

Gym Selfie - Working Together

Jacob was sitting at his computer, scrolling through Tumblr, waiting for time to pass. He shot a quick glance at the time: 10 minutes late. He opened his work one more time, double-checked every detail, making sure everything was good. He checked the time again: 15 minutes late. He sighed, annoyed. Went back to scrolling. Eventually, he got tired. “Where the hell is Bryce?!” he thought. “We agreed on 10, and it’s almost 10:30!” Then, right on cue, his phone lit up with a notification. Jacob hurriedly grabbed it, hoping for news from Bryce, but what he got wasn’t what he was expecting.

Bryc- Bryan had sent him a selfie in what seemed to be a locker room, shirtless with his pants down, showcasing his toned body. Jacob was shocked at first, but that feeling quickly faded, and he saw nothing unusual with the picture.

“What are you doing at the gym??” he replied, annoyed. “We said we’d meet at my place at 10 for homework!” “My bad bro, had to get a quick workout in,” Bryan answered.

Jacob was about to send another angry reply, but a tight feeling in his stomach stopped him. He sat there with his phone in his hands, wondering what he wanted to type. “Whatever,” he thought. He put his phone down and went back to his homework. He started working on Bryan’s part; he might as well do it, if the other guy couldn’t. In university, grades were really important, so he couldn’t let himself be dragged down by an incompetent teammate.

However, unbeknown to Jacob, the tightening he felt was from his abs slowly growing, forming into a six-pack. It made its way upwards, chest pushing slightly against the constraints of his button-up shirt. Jacob still didn’t notice, even though he had to move his elbows away from his body to accommodate his widening shoulders. His torso also stretched a bit longer, forcing the formerly 5’8 student to lean forward to see his screen properly. His arms cramped up as his biceps grew and his hands widened, rendering him quite clumsy on the keyboard. After making an embarrassing amount of typos for a minute or two, Jacob went back to Tumblr. There, his thicker fingers didn’t have to do much. His legs started growing too, thighs and ass expanding in his slim chinos. They lengthened slowly, taking more and more of the small space beneath his desk.

Jacob kept scrolling, unbothered, but moved into a slouch to accommodate his longer legs. As he sped through his home page, posts about books and movies slowly got replaced with posts about fitness and working out, with pictures of guys showing off their progress. Jacob’s mind filled with gym knowledge, and his muscles kept on growing. The first button of his shirt popped as his pecs grew rounder; his sleeves rode past his wrists and up his forearms as his biceps bloated, showing a noticeable peak. Ripping sounds could be heard as his thighs grew so large they tore a first hole in his chinos, then a second. Meanwhile, his feet were lengthening, toes growing into powerful digits that were stretching his socks to their limit. 

Jacob was out of breath at this point, feeling hot from the intense transformation he couldn’t even notice. The posts he was scrolling through kept updating, turning into pictures of models and hot guys in underwear. Instinctively, the uni student reached a hand into his own pair, feeling his hardening dick reacting to the pictures. His usual 4 and a half incher was actually growing past that, reaching a good 6 inches long and getting thicker by the second. His growing bulge sent the button of his pants flying, hitting the desk with a thud. More rips and tears could be heard as his muscles kept on straining his clothes, torso popping another button or two, thighs almost completely turning his pants into shorts and toes creating a few holes in his socks. He absent-mindedly pulled his free arm into a flex, bicep completely tearing through the sleeve. His fist grew bigger and more powerful, while the fingers around his cock grew longer to better pleasure his sensitive member. Pre-cum started leaking from it, flowing down his hand. Suddenly, a louder rip could be heard as his ass inflated and tore a vertical hole through the seat of his pants. Jacob looked down for the first time, grunting annoyedly at the sight of his tattered clothing. He pulled his hand out of his underwear and brought his arm up, flexing his back muscles and popping the rest of the buttons off his shirt. He pulled at its remains, easily ripping it off, before grabbing the top of his destroyed chinos with both hands and pulling them off.

The 20-year-old, slouching on his chair in his underwear, was completely horny by now. He plunged his hand back into his briefs, using his other hand to look up porn on his laptop. His mind was on autopilot, looking up muscular guys fucking each other, showing their power and dominance. He jerked off faster and faster, cock growing past 6 inches, reaching 7, slowly ebbing to 7 and a half. As Jacob stroked, his body followed his cock by adding more muscle onto his gargantuan thighs and chiseled arms. He stretched even taller, just barely reaching 6’1, as his big toe tore another hole into his old socks. He pulled his throbbing member out of his underwear, watching it thicken to match the girth of what he was seeing on his screen. As the student got closer and closer to climax, his face started reshaping, jaw getting sharper, lips getting puffier, brow getting tougher. His features rearranged into a handsome but dumb-looking face, as if all he did with his time was go to the gym and run his hand through his naturally perfect hair. The sparkle of ingenuity in his eyes dimmed as it was replaced by a dull stare that would never go away. Finally, Jac- Jake came all over his chest, shooting ropes of the gooey liquid across his perfect pecs and abs. He panted, spent, and began cleaning up.

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Throwing the last tissue into the bin, Jake picked up his phone again and saw the picture his friend sent him a few minutes ago. He spun his office chair towards his full-view mirror, lifted his arm above his head and took a selfie of his own. He sent it to Bryan with the text: “Y didn’t u wait for me, I thought we were gonna workout together bro.” Bryan immediately replied: “Im not done yet, wanna join me?” Jake smirked, ready for a hot workout with his bro. “Bet,” he quickly typed, before getting his stuff ready to go. As he did, however, he got a text from a name he didn’t recognize. He didn’t bother to read it, he simply clicked on the conversation and sent the selfie he just took. “That’s a good one,” he thought. “Should post that one on Insta later.”

[brossession-collection]

Dad's Cam Show (Re-uploaded)

Note: This is a story I wrote in 2020 that was previously deleted by Tumblr. Couldn't find it until I stumbled upon am old hard drive. Hope you enjoy.

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This social distancing shit is so boring. I get it. It’s needed. But god damn am I running out of things to do. Can’t even meet the guys I’ve been talking to on Grindr. Worse yet is that I’m stuck back at home. I was supposed to graduate college this year! Instead I was slumped over a computer screen in my PJs with my dad making his special pancakes. Ugh. Fuck this shit. I just wish I could go back to a better time.

Whatever. I’m done complaining. Dad’s getting groceries which means I can snoop around his shit. Yeah I’m that bored.

Dad’s a big burly guy. Heading into his mid-forties now and starting to gray up a little, but still keeping his body builder life style. He’s pretty open with me. He told me he used to do cam shows back before livestreams were even a thing. Made sense. Had to show off the bod somehow. Don’t know how mom thought about it but whatever. She’s out of the picture.

His room always had a musky woodsy cologne-y smell. His laundry hamper was even better. I always loved taking his briefs out of there and putting them on myself. I’ve been following his footsteps and bodybuilding myself, but I’m still a ways away before I have an ass and waist as large as his. So his 36in undies droop a bit. I grabbed his black cap too. Man. He loves this thing. Well, plus the 10 others caps he has. He always had it topping his head. Pretty sure he wears it to sleep too. I put it on and flexed like him. I got a bit of a boner but nothing crazy.

His dinosaur of a laptop was open, and logged in. I know I shouldn’t have, but I did it anyways. There were so many folders within folders. So much boring shit… and then I found “cam pics.”

The briefs I was wearing tented and wetted. Fuck I was so scared to open it. But I clicked it and… In there was only one image. I clicked on it to make it bigger and it was my dad. About 13 years ago. He was shirtless, and wearing the same cap that I have on my head right now. My eyes drifted from his hairy arms to his chest to eventually his bearded face. He looked so… tired? There was something about the softness in his expression that really got to me. And then…

“Hey son! I’m home! Could ya help me with the groceries?”

Shit. I got up and scrambled. The briefs were soaked and still being soaked. I had so many windows to close out of. Then I started hearing his footsteps come closer. I panicked and grabbed the top of the laptop to close it, but I couldn’t move. Suddenly, all the windows on the screen started to close. All except for the image of dad I had opened it. It enlarged by itself, and then the laptop started to fucking shake. I tried to get it to stop but it just kept rumbling. Fuck it. I wound up my fist and punched the screen. But there was no impact.

In less than a second my body followed my wrist into the screen. Everything went bright, and I was in a different room. I looked around. It looked like my parents’ room at our old house. The same laptop was in front of me showing the same image as before. Dad’s younger face looking back… And then I saw his eyes move. I froze. I looked at the time. 12:56 turned to 12:57. This wasn’t an image. It was a fucking livestream.

I slowly tilted my head. Dad did the same. I widened my eyes. So did dad. A smile crept over our faces. I just time travelled! And into dad’s body! Fuck there was so much I could do now!

“PING”

A old-school AIM notification popped up on screen. I maneuvered dad’s hand to the mouse and clicked on it. “Hey daddy. You gonna give us a show or what?”

“PING”

“Let’s see those hairy pits man!”

Fuck. I guess dad wasn’t kidding about these cam shows. Shit how do I reply? Do I just say something?

“Uh…” I gulped. Dad’s gruff voice was in my throat. “You guys mean… uh… this?” I lifted and flexed dad’s right arm. Immediately his armpit hair bursted out. Moist and smelly. My nose naturally turned towards the sweaty pit. Holy fuck was it musky. I took a deep whiff and groaned.

“PING. PING. PING. PING.”

“Fuck yeah daddy. Sniff that pit.”

“God damn you’re a big guy. How’s it feel huh?”

It felt amazing being so big. Watching everything I was doing be reflected by my dad on the recording was even better. The cockiness came in.

I wheeled the office chair back and did a double bicep pose. Sweat dripped off his hairy pits. I gave my face a rub and felt his beard scratch against his callused fingers. Then my hands felt the need to go down to his chest. I never felt so much pleasure from nipple rubbing in my life. The pings kept on coming. It was euphoric.

Dad’s cock was tenting the briefs I had put on earlier. I uncaged his 7 incher and let out a whiff of junk musk that filtered into my nose immediately. I started stroking and couldn’t stop. My other hand reached under dad’s taint, through the forest of pubes, and rammed a dildo into my dad’s ass crack.

“PING. PING. PING.”

“Holy fuck this is new! We gonna see a fingering show today!?”

“God damn man you enjoying yourself?”

I was. Everytime Dad’s moans left my throat I felt cock twitch a little bit harder. It just felt so amazing to feel his beefy arms rub against his beefy chest. His toes curling with every electric shock of pleasure moving through his beefy ass and legs.

I shot his load. Let out a gutteral yell. And it didn’t stop coming. My beard was soaked with three shots of cum. Chest was drenched with eight more. At this point, sweat was trickling down my temples. I relished in dad’s orgasm and then relaxed in the chair.

I watched as the notifications went crazy. Dad’s soft eyes housing my consciousness. Ugh. It felt incredible. I glanced over at his hat and felt the need to take it off. I did, and felt a wave of cool relief come off my head. Dad’s hair was cropped short, like a messy crew cut. And it was dripping with sweat. I felt the need to say something.“You like that, men?” Dad had so much suave in voice. The pings accelerated.I smiled and played with my cock. I could feel another round coming but felt a bigger presence unfold. Suddenly dad’s body started to shake. I tried controlling it, but I couldn’t weigh him down. My arms were flailing before my hands grabbed onto the edges of the desk. I whipped my head back, then head-butted the laptop screen. Light filtered through.

I was back at home, in my dad’s loose fitting briefs, his cap nestled on my head. Dad’s footsteps came by, then turned another direction. Guess he wasn’t coming by his room just yet. I looked down at his briefs, now soaked with my cum. Fuck. Was it just a dream?

It must’ve been. Just a fucking horny fever dream. What the fuck ever. Better than what I had been doing up until now. I leaned over to close the laptop but noticed something.

The image had turned into a recording.

[mayhem-neverending]

Nightmares

Gojo Satoru x Reader

Word Count: 2,213

Summary: Short fic about Gojo seeking you out after a nightmare. Friends to lovers.

Warnings: some violent graphic content

Note: This is my first time writing Gojo (on Tumblr - I'm very slowly working on a long fic on AO3). This came to me last night, and I thought it was a nice enough idea to write it. I know I'm a Naruto girly on here, but nothing wrong with expanding horizons, right?

Moonlight shone through the crack in your thick curtains, illuminating your deeply slumbering form. The room was still; the night was cool enough to leave the a/c off without turning on the heater. The only airflow came from the slight crack in your window. You were perfectly still, slow, deep inhales displayed in the gentle rising and falling of your chest. Your phone repeatedly vibrated on the other side of the bed, but it didn’t alert you in the slightest. Not even a twitch of your fingers to acknowledge the disturbance.

There was a low whirr that sounded in the middle of your room followed by shallow, erratic breaths. Soft, quick footsteps to the edge of your bed, the rustle of fabric, breath desperately trying and failing to be controlled. Fingers trembling in front of your face, a weak attempt to determine whether breath entered and exited your nose, but they were too out of it to tell. 

A harsh whisper of your name exited their mouth, and when you didn’t answer, a louder, broken call of your name dragged out next to your ear. 

You jostled awake, eyes shooting open and a sharp inhale as you scooted away from the voice. You were jumbled, your heart racing as you tried to compute what you were seeing. Your name fell from their lips again, a mix of desperation and relief, as your eyes finally met theirs. 

The faint glow of blue eyes in the darkness brought you back to reality. “Satoru?”

He looked wild and so vulnerable. He was only in a white t-shirt and boxers, hair wild from tossing in his sleep and blue eyes rimmed with red as fat tears poured from them. His shoulders shook as a sob broke from his lips. His hand landed on the bed next to you to steady his weight. 

“Satoru, what happened?” you asked, panic rising in your throat. He had never just appeared in your room before, and never in the middle of the night.

He shook his head, unable to speak. You threw the blankets off of you, instinctively coming up on your knees to bring your face to his. You inspected him with your eyes, looking for any injuries, but all you could find was his far away look. Whatever had happened, he still wasn’t quite with you. 

You took his face in your palm, thumb swiping at the unending flow of tears under his eye. He was shaking violently, you noticed. With your free hand you found his and entangled your fingers together, squeezing in the hope to ground him as your heart raced. He was looking into your eyes now, and you intentionally slowed your breathing, hoping to calm him enough for him to talk to you. 

Another sob escaped his throat and his weight collapsed against you. You barely saved the two of you from falling, having to use more strength than you wanted to admit to hold him. You softly shushed him, the hand on his face going to the back of his head and running fingers through his fluffy hair. 

“Come here,” you whispered. 

You readjusted your legs and helped him climb onto the bed, leaning back so that he could lay with his head on your chest. He curled his lanky body around you, touching you with every part of him he could and caging you in his tight grip. His long fingers dug into the flesh of your side, right beneath your ribs as he adjusted himself to lay his ear directly over your heart. 

You continued your ministrations to his hair; concern rising like bile in your throat. Feeling his tears pool on your shirt, you counted to your breaths in your head to keep yourself calm. In for four, hold for four, out for six. You repeated this action several times until your heart began to slow.

“What’s wrong?” you asked again as tenderly as you could muster. 

Satoru tilted his head to look up at you, the tears slowing but the far away look still clouding the edges of his expression. “It was- it was so vivid,” he choked. A dream, you realized with relief. He had a bad dream. 

“You can tell me about it if you want,” you wiped another tear from his eye. 

He sniffled and his fingers dug further into your skin. It was starting to hurt with how tightly he was holding you.

“You-” he shuddered. 

You patiently watched on, softening the muscles of your face and letting his eyes search yours. “Maybe I’m still in the dream,” he whispered to himself. 

His face scrunched in despair, a fresh wave of tears spilling from his beautiful crystal blue eyes. “Maybe they really did murder you, and I’m just dreaming you’re okay,” 

His breathing picked up and your eyes widened. He was having this visceral reaction over a dream where you were killed? He curled in on himself again, sobs wracking his body. It must have been a brutal nightmare for him to still be confusing reality. 

“Satoru,” your voice came out gentle but firm, hoping to reach him amid the sobs. 

He just barely moved his head to peek up at you with his now swollen eyes. Your heart broke for him. “I’m right here, I’m alive. You aren’t dreaming anymore,”

“You’re really here?” he asked into your chest, still unconvinced. 

The dream he had was horrendous. It started with you lovingly kissing him goodbye as you went grocery shopping, and giggling when he pulled you back in for a series of kisses all over your face. Then, he was somehow at the school, sprinting down the never ending corridor in a loop as he listened to you scream and beg for mercy. By the time he finally wrenched the door open, everything was silent. 

Your mutilated, barely recognizable corpse lay on the floor, limbs spread out and at odd angles. He dropped down beside you in the massive pool of your still warm blood. It was everywhere, still seeping from the wounds and bruises that littered your body. He saw everything with his six eyes. Everything that they had inflicted upon your innocent self. 

“I’m right here, sweetheart. What did you see?” you tilted his chin so that he was fully looking at your face. 

“They tortured you, I-” his tongue was heavy in his mouth, unable to form another word. 

Your hand gripped the one that was leaving bruises in your side. Lifting it up, you asked, “Where?”

“Where?” his voice came out strangled. 

He watched as you brought his hand up to your face. “Where? Did they hurt my face?”

He nodded slowly. You pressed his fingertips against the soft skin of your cheek. “Nothing here, see? No cuts or bruises,”

His breath hitched. “Where else, Satoru?”

He traced lower, stopping at the base of your throat, right above the collar of your shirt, ghosting along where the image of a large gash had been. He trailed lower, the hole in the middle of your chest fresh in his mind. He laid his hand flat over the spot on top of your shirt, but it didn’t help, he could still clearly imagine the way it would cave in under his hand. 

Wordlessly, you took his hand and guided it beneath your shirt, directly where his hand had been. He let out a small, relieved sigh at your soft skin and sturdy sternum beneath his fingers. He trailed lower, on his own accord, to feel across your abdomen, silently searching for the bruises and stab wounds he had so vividly witnessed. There was nothing there but smooth skin and soft flesh. He blinked hard, his senses fully returning to him now that he knew you were okay. 

He shuddered, laying his palm flat against your stomach as the last dredges of the dream washed over him and away. He looked up and met your attentive eyes, becoming acutely aware of himself. Aware of his hand on your bare skin, the wet spot on your shirt where his tears and spit collected. You watched his body coiled tightly around you, the tired tenderness you bore for him. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I don’t know what came over me,” 

He uncurled himself and sat up, removing his hand from your stomach, looking away from you. You took his other hand in yours. “Don’t apologize,”

He was exhausted from the sobbing, the dream, and the adrenaline crash that now sagged his shoulders. You continued, a raw edge to your voice “I’m glad to know that I’m important to you,”

His head whipped back to meet your eyes, his own widened in shock. No belittlement, no judgment, no mockery of The Strongest crying like a baby over a bad dream. His mouth opened and closed. He decided on, “Of course you’re important to me,”

More than he cared to let you know.

“Why are you sitting up? Come lay back down with me,” you tugged gently on his hand. 

“You’re not kicking me out after all that?”

Your brows scrunched together. “Of course not, you’re important to me, too, you know,”

He shifted, eyes cast downward. “But aren’t you bothered?”

“By what?”

He struggled to verbalize what he was feeling. He always did when it came to real emotions. When he finally spoke, he tried to say it jokingly, but he couldn’t quite reflect it in his tone. “Oh, you know, Gojo Satoru, The Strongest, blubbering like a baby in the middle of the night over a dream,”

You sighed out and he tensed, ready to face what he knew was coming, fingers twitching as he awaited you to kick him out. “Even if you’re the strongest person on earth, you’re still just a person. Just Satoru,”

You sat up and took his face in yours, forcing him to look at you. The ‘but’ he was about to say died on his lips. He held his breath as you pressed a kiss on his cheeks, lips wettening with the tracks of tears that remained. He could have cried again at the way you handled him so purposefully, not like a tool to be used but something precious to be preserved. 

The breath he was holding puffed out against his lips as you pulled away. You pushed his hair away from his eyes. He felt each of your touches linger against his skin. Why did you do this to him? Make him so weak?

You exhaled through your nose with humor, and he realized with utter mortification that he had said that out loud. Like he hadn’t embarrassed himself enough already. You hummed and cupped his cheek. 

Your eyes were bright and full of sincerity. He felt himself get lost in them, in the calm waves of emotion. He had never met someone as honest as you, who always knew what to say to him without himself knowing what he needed, or buttering him up. He loved that about you. He loved a lot of things about you. In fact, his nightmare reinforced the fact that he needed you and he didn’t know what to do about it. It terrified him more than any curse ever could. 

“I love you,” you said simply, the phrase easily slipping from your lips as if you’d said it a hundred times.

It took him a moment to register that your mouth had moved with how enraptured he was in your eyes. And then he heard it, repeating in his mind like a prayer to a melody. He inhaled sharply, eyes suddenly fervently searching yours. Did you mean that as a friend, or as a lover?

“You love me?”

You found his hand and squeezed his fingers between your own. “I do, I love you. You don’t need to say anything, I just wanted you to know, especially after that dream you had,”

You pulled your fingers from his grasp. “I’d like it if you stayed, but you’re free to leave if you want. I won’t be upset,”

His mouth was agape, illuminated blue eyes drinking you in. His heart beat unsteadily. “As-as a friend? Or-?” he couldn’t bring himself to finish the sentence. This night was bringing out all of his vulnerabilities and laying them out for you on a platter. 

You suddenly looked at him a little shyly, tucking your chin down for a moment before taking a breath to respond. “Or,”

Satoru laughed breathlessly, a grin splitting his tear stained face. He launched himself at you, suddenly uninhibited, and knocked you back against your pillows. He pressed wet kisses all over your face to which you couldn’t stop yourself giggling at. He hovered just above your lips until your giggles had just subsided, and kissed you. Once, twice, and then you got a hold of him, fingers scraping against his undercut as you slowly pressed your lips to his, moving them against his own. It was slow, a push and pull without hurry. 

“I love you,” he whispered against your mouth as you broke the kiss. He dove back in, the same sensual pace as your hands moved to explore each other. 

You pulled apart and he breathlessly repeated, “I love you, I love you, I love you,”

“Fuck, I love you,”

[prodshima]

love language scenarios 𖤐

warnings: i wrote this a couple months ago and i just realized that it doesn’t really fit their languages but i’m too caught up to rewrite the whole thing :(

pinned: just cute scenarios of 2 of my baby boys that’ll hopefully get me out of writer’s block :) also, is haikyuu tumblr still alive? lol :p

click here for: part two

ATSUMU MIYA - physical touch.

“baby, where are you? i’m home” atsumu drowsily calls out from the front door, kicking his feet out of his shoes before hastily hanging his coat on the rack when he hears you call out his name

with fast strides, atsumu rushes to the bedroom and shoves the door open, his heart immediately melting at the sight of you all cozy in his shirt. you look so cute and he just can’t help but jump on you to bury himself in your warmth (which he’d been looking forward to since he left for work at 7 in the morning) —oh how he missed you so so much.

“hi there my baby, how was work?” you ask him as you run your fingers through his hair gently, untying the knots in the process before bursting into muffled giggles when he lets out a groan

“ ‘s okay but i missed ya” atsumu whispers and glares at you teasingly when you tell him that the both of you just spent the whole weekend together, he knows it’s true but he doesn’t care.

as a comfortable silence envelopes the bedroom, atsumu peppers feathery kisses on your jaw, soft sighs leaving his lips when your gentle hands stroke his cheek in circles, suddenly feeling overwhelmed after facing a lifeless computer for almost 16 hours

“wanna have dinner, tsum?” you ask him after a few minutes of silence, suddenly remembering that you prepared a small meal for him to eat because you figured he hasn’t eaten yet

but you’re weirded out when silence envelops the room so you look down and there welcomes you your boyfriend lying on your chest who’ve never looked so fragile with his head resting on your chest, his legs tangled with yours, and his arms wrapped around your waist

“i love you so much, tsum” you whisper as you feel your own eyes closing as well, the both of you left to enjoy each other’s warmth, finally letting the night past.

TSUKISHIMA KEI - quality time.

for someone like tsukishima kei who’s used to always spending his free time studying before he came across you, he cherishes every moment the both of you spend together because he knows he’s not good with his words— whether it’s spent on little dates, staying at his dorm and snuggling while watching cliché movies, or even just listening to music together, it’s a thing he’ll never admit it though.

“tsukki, wanna walk me home?“

tsukishima turns around to you batting your eyelashes in attempt to “lure” him to walk home with you— he thinks it’s kind of stupid though because you know he’ll do even if you don’t ask him to, he’d never make you walk home alone this late in the afternoon especially knowing that you’re tired from all the lessons you had to take in 

and of course also due to your hectic schedules kicking your asses these past few weeks as finals come to a close, the both of you don’t see each other much in campus except during lunch breaks

“of course i have to, i don’t trust you enough to walk alone” tsukishima says with a fake sigh as he looks forwards, avoiding your eyes, but you decide not to tease him any further about how he just won’t admit that he wants to be with you just a little longer but instead, enjoying this side of him

as the both of you walk together silently with his earphones shared, listening to the playlist he made for you, well that he denied making, his hand suddenly grabs yours hastily, but still somewhat gentle and buries it in the pocket of his hoodie, catching you by surprise and pulling you closer to his side

you can’t help but smile at him sheepishly, that of course goes unnoticed by the tall man, judging, he looks at you with an eyebrow raised all while trying to keep his own unfazed aura because he knows exactly what’s running on your mind

“what are you looking at? hurry up, we still need to study when we get home” he scoffs softly, attempting to remove your hand from his but you don’t budge, gripping his hand tightly as you gaze at him in surprise

“huh?! are you staying with me today? you’re not going back to your dorm, tsukki? tsukki? tsukki !” you whine, swaying your hands together as he grins widely, turning around to leave a quick peck on your lips and pinching your cheeks together

“yeah, i am so get used to it because i’ll be doing it a lot more”, he admits and you tug his arm lightly, smacking him as you repeatedly ask what he meant by that

this is perfect, he thinks.

yeah it is.

© all works belong to @prodshima — don’t plagiarize, copy, modify, or claim my works as your own.

[captainlondonman]

Sewer Man

Josh felt in a great place. He was doing well in college, had the pick of the girls and  with the curly blond locks and good physique helped by much time at the gym, he was going places he thought. He was on his way home walking alongside his mate, Tim and passing a building site where clearly there was work going on in the sewers. You couldn’t avoid the stench stretching as far as the pavement. Just as they were about to pass a stocky,middle aged man in full yellow mud stained Hi Viz waterproof clothing and mud caked waders came into view, smiling at the lads as they walked past.

‘I tell what Tim, one thing is for sure, I ain’t ever gonna end up in a job like that looking as shit as he does. Christ look at him with his overweight body and doing such menial work.’

Just after they passed the bloke, the man shouted out

‘Hey mate looks like you dropped this bottle out of your bag.’

‘Not sure it’s mine,’ Josh retorted gruffly

‘Sure is mate, I saw it just fall out as you were looking at me. It ain’t been opend so you might as well have it.’ He said coming up to Josh to hand over.

The smell from the man with the sewer slush all over him made Josh want to throw up and get the hell out so thinking it was best to quick accept.

T’hanks very much’ as he grabbed the bottle.

‘Sorry about the smell lad but you get used to it.’

Josh grimaced as he took the bottle and stuffed quickly into his bag, moving on.

‘Christ what a fucking job he’s got and he thinks you get used to that smell. Not bloody likely as far as I’m concerned. No one would want to look and smell like that’

Josh and Tim walked on eventually parting ways and Josh thought when he got in he would get on to his computer and get some college work done for the following day. Later in the evening with the bottle sitting unopened next to his lap top  he started feeling a bit horny so unzipping his trousers he started to cruise online enjoying some of the porn sites seeing girls giving blokes blow jobs. As his cock started to grow he opened the bottle and took a swig of the water.

‘Odd, it doesn’t feel just like water but it’s not bad. I’m still sure I never dropped it. As the water slid down his throat so his cock hardened, much stiffer  than normal, he was ram rod stiff and feeling so constrained in his trousers he put his hand in to yank out. As his full thickness came out so his cock sprang up showing a nice gleam of precum. He looked at the photos on line and thought to himself.

‘How come this is making me so horny, I need to search for something better’ so without thinking he typed in

Horny HiViz workies on Tumblr and immediately a whole page of websites came up. Guys in Hiviz, Bears, chunky workies with full beards and arses showing.

‘Shit what is all this I have never looked at this before but my cock is telling me I love it’. He stared at the screen, seeing photos of Hi Viz guys sucking one another off,  fucking each other in portacabins, big and beefy and the bigger and beefier, the more he kept staring and the more his cock bounced.

‘Shit this is great, these guys are so turning me on,’ he said as his hand started to slip down and grasp the full ramrod thickness. The more he stared at the screen the more his hand started to work his shaft and he sat further back in his chair , his legs wide apart so he could see his full 8” and feel the pulsating hardness.

 ‘What is it that’s making me love seeing these hairy workers shag each other but it’s such a turn on.’

The one video of two blokes in a portacabin with one bent over a bench his HIViz taken down round his ankles showing a large hairy arse while his mate unzipped and took out his thick cock spitting on the shaft and rubbing it in with his dirty hands ready to take his mate up the arse. The guy’s pot belly was hanging over his trousers  but that was part of the arousal for Josh. He played the video over and over again his hand jerking his cock, moving up and down the full length. He could feel himself coming and arched back in the chair groaning as he could feel his cum ready to burst from his balls and up the shaft.

‘This is the best wank ever’ he thought and with that he spurted load after load of cum the first load hitting his chin and then all over his body, great arcs of creamy cum.

‘Where did all this cum from? I never wanked like this and had so much.’ And his heavy breathing subsided.

Cleaning himself up Josh went to bed and all night he could not get the picture of the two burly hairy workies fucking each other out of his mind. His cock kept getting hard every time he thought about them.

Getting up the next morning he decided he could not be bothered going to college and would chill out at home. As always he liked to look at himself in the mirror admiring his 6 pack.

‘Christ something seems a bit different’ he said examining himself. The blond hairs on his arms were starting to go a darker colour and his smooth chest was showing signs of a dark stubble not just a little patch between his tits but stretching up from his waist and up towards his neck. Even his legs seemed to have a coating of darker hair.

‘It was not like this yesterday’ he thought but in some ways he thought it made him look more masculine so he then forgot it and started to get on with his day. Seeing the bottle of water he decided to take another swig, it wasn’t that bad. Again as it went down his throat  so the tingle started again and so his cock hardened making a thick large bulge in his chinos. He felt good and suddenly he knew he needed to go out but wore a long jacket to cover his hardon. Without thinking he walked into town and stopped outside the barber shop where he had seen several workies go in for their cuts. There was only the one barber but the guys always seemed happy to sit and wait. But today there was no one waiting so he was drawn inside.

The barber turned and said

‘Hi Mate needing a cut?  He was a bear of a man. 6’2’’ with shaved head and bushy dark beard. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt and his hairy arms  bulged out and the buttons could hardly keep in his belly which was straining at the fabric. A pair of fatiques showed a large arse and a decent bulge at his cock.

‘Yeah thanks’

‘So what do you want? Just a trim with those blond locks of yours.

Without thinking Josh blurted out ‘No I want the lot of off Make my head look like yours , basically a skinhead.’

‘As long as you are sure. It will certainly make you like a real man’

‘That’s what I want’ Josh replied so certain.

The barber took out his razors and started shaving each side of Josh’s head and Josh could see all his blond locks falling in to the floor but he didn’t mind. Then he felt the hair on the back of his head go leaving a stubbly mess all over.

‘I’m gonna put some shaving foam all over your head and then take the sharp razor for a proper job.’

‘Fine by me’

As the barber worked on his head Josh could still feel his cock so stiff that it was almost painful. With the hair cape over him he started to stroke his dick and move it around in his chinos to make it more comfortable. The barber was moving around the chair and Josh could feel the guy’s belly rubbing against him. Josh was loving that flesh against him and started to mildly push his body against the chest and feel it sinking into him. Not sure what was going on but he started to think the guy was responding and pushing a little more. As Josh looked down he could see the guys enlarged crotch sitting on the armchair, the bulge pushing against his fatiques and showing the outline of an definite knob on. Josh couldn’t understand why he was getting so aroused  by this fat guy with the big cock when he was hetero but he felt himself so horny and loved the guy’s beer belly tight in against him. His  hand started stroking his own cock thinking he was being discreet.

‘Looks to me mate as if me scalping you is getting you worked up. I know damn well that hand of yours is stroking your dick.’

And with that the barber undid the cover and took it away.

‘That’s some erection you got there, Christ it really is straining down your leg.’

Not knowing what he was saying or why Josh found himself saying

 ‘I love feeling your belly rubbing me and that cock of yours looks pretty erect to me.’

‘Sure is mate, a good sized bulge.’

 ‘I’ve never sucked a cock before but I really want to give you a blow job

‘Looks as if you have come to the right place. You won’t get a better dick than mine to suck. Just as well you have a big mouth to take it all. Let me lower the blinds and lock the door.’

Josh needed to let his cock out and he was so hard he could hardly let it out of his chinos. He turned to see the barber coming back towards him, his belly hanging over his belt and his hand rubbing his expanding crotch.

‘So you like a big guy with a big dick, eh boy.’

‘Sure do.’ Josh replied his hand reaching out to grab the barbers crotch and he could feel a huge pair of balls and thick erect dick.

‘I’ve never sucked dick before but Christ I want this man’

‘Let me help you’ the barber said as his meaty hands undid his zip and let his cock bounce out. ‘You’d be amazed how many workies have had this down their throats.’

His dick sprang out of a forest of dark pubic hair really thick at the top a full 9inches tapering and  revealing a large cut dark pink head.

‘You sure look as if you’re gagging for my dick.’

The barber took hold of Josh scalped head and pushed it towards his cock.

‘You can get hold of your prick while you suck me off. Not a bad knob you have there boy it sure is fucking stiff.’

Josh could smell the sweat of the man’s cock as he opened his mouth. He may never have sucked before but he knew what he wanted and he wanted the whole length. He let his tongue gently rub around the head taking in the first drops of precum. It felt good and he let his tongue lick his lips to savour the taste and smell.

‘I need a bit more than a fucking lick, open yer whole mouth. My workies know how to suck cock.’

Josh opened his mouth wide and slowly started to take in the length, slightly gagging at first, tears coming to his eyes  but he knew he wanted the full and more than that he wanted to feel his scalp touch the man’s beer gut which was hanging over his fatiques. As the barber’s ock was nicely tapered so he was able to move up the shaft, his saliva moistening the thickness.

 The barber took hold tightly of Josh’s head and pushed him against his groin.

‘Take the whole bloody length’ as he plunged his cock the whole way until Josh’s mouth was almost glued against the forest of dark wiry pubes. Taking the prick was one thing but for Josh feeling his bald head rubbing against the flabby hairy belly was the best. As the barber pulled him in and out and as the cock slipped all the way down Josh’s throat so his head moved in and out of the soft hairy belly.

‘You fucking love dick but I think you love a beer gut even more. Go on push yerself right in. You suck just like a fucking wired up workie. They suck the best. Maybe you should think it over. I fucking love feeling all that spit of yours on my shaft.’

Keeping hold of Josh’s head the barber started humping faster and faster and by this time Josh had his hand gripped round his own dick wanking as hard as he could, loving the feel around his cock head.

‘Shit man I,m gonna cum, keep wanking boy I want to see you shoot as you take all my spunk.’

With one final push so Josh’s head sank into the barber’s belly he let out wad after wad down Josh’s throat so much that it was spilling out and down his chin.

Josh let out a huge groan as his own cock erupted up and over his shirt great white globs all down his front.

‘You are one fucking randy little cunt, boy.’ The barber said wiping his cock to remove the dripping cum. Well time for you to have a look at your head and see what you think. Not sure what it is mate but you seem to have changed a bit since you came in. Is it just the scalping?’

Josh looked at his reflection. His eyes opened wide in astonishment. Sure enough all his blond hair had gone and a gleaming bald head was in its place which he thought looked so different but liked, in fact he loved it. However his blond facial hair which was never very heavy and besides he shaved every morning, looked very different. It was not just a very dark 5 o’clock shadow but it was a short bristle and seemed to take up half his face which in itself seemed bigger and wider. He then looked down his body and hardly noticed all the cum stains down his shirt. What he did see was that his body was almost wanting to bust out of his shirt. The shirt had been fine when he put it on but now not only could he see a pair. of man boobs but his belly was tightly pressed against his shirt and his arms  were almost ripping the sleeves open. Not only that but there was dark hair showing right up to his neck. Is this me he asked himself moving his hands around to make sure the reflection showed in the mirror. It was him. Gone was the boy next door look and in its place was a bald dark  guy with a thickening body.

‘I know it is me’ he thought ‘and somehow I like it.’

The barber said ‘You can’t leave here with that cum stained shirt. I think I can help you out, wait a mo.’

He went out the room and came back in with a battered bag.

One of my workies left this recently but hasn’t come back for it. It has a HiViz jacket inside plus some other things so you might as well take the lot. Look here’s the jacket.’

He pulled out a filthy jacket full of dark stains, some areas looked more black than yellow.

‘I can’t wear that’

‘Well you either put that on or everyone sees you’ve been having a good wank. Up to you mate.’

Josh took the jacket and thought

Christ where has this been its almost as if it’s been down a sewer.’

Gingerly he put it on. But it was too big.

‘Forget the size mate at least it will get you home.’

‘I’ll just leave the rest’ Josh said.

‘Oh no take the lot I don’t want it messing up my shop and beside I don’t want that smell around me. Tell you what since you gave me such a great blow job I won’t charge you and you can take the bag as a thank you from me. Now get the hell out and let me wipe my cock before the next workie comes in. You never know what he might be wanting.’

As Josh slunk home he was at first worried someone might recognise him but thought with his shiny scalped head, his now dark semi beard and thicker body plus the dirty HI Viz jacket no one would want him. Also the smell would put people off. However as he carried the bag not knowing what was inside, there was something about the smell that he started to like.

‘Christ it’s like a sewer but I am feeling turned on and he could feel his cock grow the more he breathed in the foul smell. ‘Thank God the jacket is covering me, just as well it is too big’ he thought as his cock inched its way down his leg.

Once home he took the jacket off and laid it across his bed, dumped the bag on the floor and found himself having to wank gain to get his cock back to normal. When he had cleaned himself up he felt so tired and took another gulp of the special water before undressing and collapsing on his bed under the jacket.

‘God I must have slept for hours he thought as the daylight poured in I’d better get up and prepare for college’ as he struggled out of bed. As he passed his mirror he suddenly halted and stood back to look at himself. He had to touch the mirror to know that it was him. The blond college guy had gone. In front of him stood a slob. He was now taller than yesterday, gone were the slim muscle legs. They now looked like hairy tree trunks, thick curly hair from his toes all the way up and around his crotch. But his crotch was massively thick with hairs and now he had a pair of very heavy balls. His nicely sized circumsized cock was longer and thicker and uncut. The dark hair continued all the way up and across his chest. The slight belly he had yesterday and now ballooned out to a full beer gut hanging over his belly and his man boobs almost needed a bra with huge fleshy nipples. The dark hair continued up and around his shoulders and as he turned in the mirror so it continued down his back and Christ his arse was a positive jungle. His head was still totally shaved and gleaming but the 2 days growth of beard was now thick and bushy. Staring at himself he panicked  and as he stared dumbfounded he could smell BO from somewhere. Christ it was him as he lifted his arm and smelled his now hairy armpits. ‘Its as though I have not washed for a week.

How the hell can I go out’ he thought ‘as none of my clothes will fit me, I not just big but I’m fat and almost craving for a beer.’

He then remembered he had worm the Hi Viz jacket the day before and it was what he thought way too big. Perhaps there were some clothes in the bag he could at least wear until he got to a shop.

Lifting up the bag he let the contents fall onto his bed and with the clothes came an avalanche of dirt. ‘What the hell is all this?’

As he checked through he saw a worn dirty and pissed stained jockstrap, the piss marks now almost brown. A dirty T shirt with holes under the armpits smeared with grease. A pair of HIViz trousers which were almost as black at the jacket, a thick belt, a pair of dirty thick socks that at one stage may have been white but now were grey and finally the items that had made the bag so heavy, a pair of waders caked in dirt.

‘How the hell can I go out in these but I have no option’ he thought. Firstly he put on the jockstrap which was a perfect fit and let his new cock fill it out. His cock stirred as he gave himself a hard grope. The T shirt was tight making his boobs stick out and his nipples so obvious, it was a bit short so when he put on the HiViz trouers his hairy  belly stuck out under and over the tight belt. Next the waders and he felt the rubber attaching itself to his legs as he pulled them up. Finally the jacket which today was a perfect fit. He walked back to the mirror to look and picked up the almost empty bottle to down the last few drops. He stood facing himself his legs wide apart, the waders almost rising to his groin so his crotch stuck out, his meaty hands jutting out from the jacket. And his belly dropping down over the belt. Instead of feeling disgusted at his look he smiled and felt that he looked right, he looked a fucking fat beery thicko workie and already he could see his crotch getting bigger and his cock more than semi erect.

Now he knew what he needed to do and where he needed to go.

Josh walked back to the building site he had passed a few days earlier and the guy was standing waiting and signing towards him.

‘I knew you’d be back Joe. This is where you are meant to be and shit, look at you, a right slob of a workie, perfect for us to get on with the job down the sewer. Get your hard hat on and let’s climb down. I lead the way and you follow

Josh did as he was told and climbed down into the sewer. The stench rising to meet him. Once down the lights were dim but as he stood and took in the foul smell so his cock started to grow. He fucking loved the smell and felt at home., giving his crotch a pull and his cock slid down over the waders.

I knew you’d love it down here Joe. I can see that cock of yours loves it too. So does mine, the Boss said unzipping his Hi Viz. I think you and I have a bit of unfinished business eh? Now get over here’

The Boss put out one of his dirty shit covered hands and grabbed Josh’s cock squeezing his balls tightly.

A nice package you got there Joe. I might want a bit of that later. Bet you love vthat dick of yours in the jockstrap with all that dried piss. That piss is mine mate so you can feel all that rubbing against you. Time we let that beer gut of your out. Bet you never thought you’d have a hairy gut that size. The Boss released the belt and opened up the HiViz trousers showing Josh’s thick pubes.

‘Now turn round and stand against the wall’ and with that the Boss pulled down the trousers so they rested on the top of the waders. Jesus that is one hairy arse you’ve got. I will need to really push my cock past all that bloody jungle. The Boss took his hands over the arse cheeks and prodded into his hole. Seems you have a good sized hole there Joe. You’ll need for my cock.

The Boss undid his own HiViz and let his cock spring out, gobbing onto the shaft and with his hand mixing the spit and the shit. Along the shaft.

Bet you love getting shafted win those waders and you can take in the sewer stench at the same time.

The Boss kicked Josh’s legs wider apart as he directed his cock into the hairy crevice, pulling his cheeks wider apart so as to take the thickness of his prick. As he slid in his cock so Josh pushed out his arse to take the length and bonce the Boss could feel his dick sliding up with the mix of spit and shit he brought his hairy hands around Josh’s waist.

Not much of a waist you have there now. One big heavy hairy beer belly.. Let me get my hands over this mass and squeeze you. As he rubbed his hands over Josh’s belly so he pushed his cock up to the hilt , their waders rubbing together.

This is it Joe, now who’s the fucking middle aged fat workie. We are both hairy HiViz blokes down the sewers and you fucking love it , eh.

Yes Boss go on keep humping me. I’m so fucking hard with that cock all the way up my hairy arse.’ Josh said as he took one of the boss’s hands and move it up to his boobs. ‘Go on work my big tits. My boobs are almost like a woman and I lobve them being worked over. That’s right really squeeze my nipples’

‘ A right fucking dirty workie you are. Shit man you haver me almost ready to come’ the Boss said as he was pummelling Josh with his dick while one hand squeezed his belly and the other pinched hard his tit..

‘I’m fucking giving you it mate and you’re gonna take every drop of my spunk’

With one final ram the Boss erupted his cum all the way up Josh’s arse.

You ain’t coming yet Joe. I want to have some that spunk of yours a bit later so you will just need to hold back or now. Besides now you are down the sewer it’s time for some work to be done. Life ain’t so bad is it. A belly like yours, stench of shit, dirty all the time and a right hairy bugger to boot in those fucking waders.’

‘ Thanks for all this Boss. I don’t want anything else.

[catiuskaa]

putting to good use

a short sub!jisung smut because he has been going crazy this comeback and I know it for a fact.

posting bc i have 33 drafts and its making me and tumblr a bit crazy lol

MY MAN NEEDS TO CHILL BECAUSE WOW MAN I CAN HANDLE UP TO A POINT

WC: 0.9k

you had always been Jisung’s utmost supporter, his number 1 fan, and with the last comeback, who could blame his partner for wanting to reward all his hard effort?

“Jagi, i’m home!” He greeted, the smile on his face rolling off on his cheeky tone of voice. Jisung giggled softly at the loud hum you let out as a greeting.

He left his coat on the entrance and then walked to the small office/studio you had both created in the apartment so you two could work from home, soundproof panels adding to the vibe and making it clear that there was an artist among you two.

“Oh, hi baby, how was your day? Aww, it was good, jagi, thanks for asking!” He mocked, resting his shoulder on the doorframe.

You stared at him from above the computer screen, your hand fidgeting with your lips, then just nibbling on them, quickly eyeing back to the device.

Han’s eyebrows shot up. He chewed on his lip, wondering if maybe he had done something to annoy you?

What would normally happen was that you'd smile at him, take your headphones off, and hug him tightly. Not just acknowledge his presence with a hum and a nod, your eyes glued to your computer.

Lost in thought, he went over to the kitchen and took a pack of instant noodles for himself. But he hadn´t finished setting up the pot to heat up the water when your arms slithered their way to his waist, turning him and caging him against the countertop, bodies tight against one another.

"J-Jagi?" He stuttered, flustered from head to toe.

"Thought I wouldn't do anything about it, huh?" Your sly snicker sent chills all over his body, and he gasped when your hips pushed him further against the counter. "You, looking hot, and sweaty, and all bothered on stage..."

Each aspect numbered had been accompanied by a gentle thrust of your hips, and Jisung couldn't —wouldn't— dare to hide the little whimpers that came out of his mouth. You smirked, pressing soft kisses on the corner of his mouth.

"And, that silly little video... taking your jacket off your shoulders... and sticking your tongue out, breathless?" Whispers followed the trail of open-mouthed kisses from his jaw to his shoulders, leaving lipstick stains on the way, and Han's legs wobbled in place, still trying to process what was happening.

He panted when you moved away slightly, almost failing to hold his weight on the counter behind him, feeling the cold marble pressed on his lower back, in contrast to how hot you had made him feel in the blink of an eye.

"I- I just..." he muttered, trying to get back his mind, which turned blank at your movements but was quickly silenced when you bit his lip.

You had never done anything like this. Yes, you liked to talk in bed sometimes, but never so dominating, never making him feel like he was yours to touch, and yours only.

He needed more. Now.

"Oh, baby." You cooed at him. He was seeing stars already, his body reacting to your touch and your whispers in a way he had never felt before. "If you stick your tongue out, you might as well be prepared to use it."

The kiss that followed was messy, like a flame that burned its way down his body, a mix of teeth and tongue that made him crazy. You then cradled his face in your hands and pressed his lips against yours, pulling him tightly against you. His mouth was fierce and eager, kissing you deeply, as if it were the only thing that mattered in the world. He didn't want to stop, so he kept pushing you against him, his fingers tangled in your hair as he held you close, his other hand weakly helping his body stay in place.

"I'm going to put that little mouth of yours to good use. Would you like that, baby?"

He was blushing furiously when you nibbled on his ear, waiting for him to reply, but you laughed when he nodded eagerly.

"Speak, baby. If we're going to do this, I need you to say what you want."

He panted, arousal flooding his body, his mind only able to focus on your body and your voice.

"F-Fuck, darling, please–"

You moved away from him, and he almost fell to the floor, breathing heavily.

You softly took his cheek in your hand, his skin hot and red.

"Such a good boy."

He couldn't help but groan now as he felt the anticipation build up inside him. He felt he was going to wake up at any moment because whatever was going on right now felt like a motherfucking dream.

Jisung let out a flustered sigh when you pushed him to the couch, your thigh spreading his legs open just enough to make him suddenly crave more.

"Be a good boy and don't move now, yeah?"

You felt his body tensing underneath your touch when you bent over, your hands resting on his thighs.

"Are you getting shy, baby?" You whispered tenderly at him, your tone completely different from before. He blushed deeply, not able to look at you when he nodded.

You raised your body and kissed him softly, a loving gesture that made Jisung feel butterflies not only on his belly, but all over his body.

“You are absolutely and undeniably beautiful, and you have no reason to worry about how you look or sound right now. Just enjoy it, baby.”

He cradled your face and kissed you tenderly.

You smiled. "Sit back and relax. I'll have my fun now."

~Kats, who had to stop because she got blocked and started laughing and giggling.

[copperbadge]

What do you mean by digital cleaning?

It's something I've been working on more this year because I had a bit more travel than usual so couldn't do actual home cleaning, but I always take a couple of days in the Month Of Cleaning where I'm focused on my digital life. It's good to make your physical home a comfortable place for yourself, but it's also good to recognize that we have "digital" homes that need attention. And often this is at least less physically demanding, so it's good to keep it in your back pocket for days when you're mentally okay but physically too tired or sore to do more of that kind of work.

In the shortest possible terms, digital cleaning is just making sure that your phone, computer, socials, and other digital "presences" are organized in a way that you find helpful, and that you take a moment to either answer those messages you've been putting off or give yourself amnesty on doing so.

This tends to make a lot of people extremely anxious in a way ordinary physical space cleaning doesn't, so I'm going to put the rest of it behind a cut...

So when I say digital cleaning, I refer to stuff like going through my likes on Tumblr and clearing them out, going through my drafts and turning them into queued posts, answering my asks. I spend time in my email inboxes, either responding to messages or removing them. I am not an "inbox zero" kind of guy, but I like to keep the read-but-not-answered messages to a minimum, and towards the end of the year that usually means a clear-out and amnesty. I clean my Google Drive -- delete old files I uploaded for others, move documents I'm no longer using into an archive, move documents I want to work on into a central work folder. I go through my catch-all folder on my hard drive and organize it; I sort through the year's photos and organize those, partly to archive them and partly because I make a scrapbook from them each year. I don't usually have a ton of tabs open but often have more than I'd like, so I go through them all and either read, bookmark, or get rid of them.

I look in my phone's file tree to make sure I delete files I don't need (mostly menu downloads, Restaurants Stop Making Your Menus PDFs Challenge 2K24) and I sometimes go through each app on my phone, make sure I still use it, and make sure it's set how I want it. If this sounds like a nightmare, bear in mind that I very rarely put apps on my phone to start with -- I think my mother has more apps open at any given time than I have apps on my phone ever.

Everywhere I clean, I look for files named things like "notes" or "deal with" or "random" and move them all into one place so that whatever is in them, I can sort through it and make sure it goes somewhere permanent. Logins go in the login/password spreadsheet I keep, addresses go into my contacts, story notes go into a "fiction scraps" file, random thoughts either get moved into a journal file or put into drafts to become Tumblr posts, etc.

If this sounds like I might have some kind of compulsion disorder, I get that; when I explain my digital hygiene systems a lot of people look at me like I'm spouting a mad but harmless conspiracy theory. But it's something I used to have to do periodically even before I created National Clean Your Home Month, because otherwise I could never find anything, and everything was just...harder. As I once told a boss who admired my organizational skills, "It was this or endless chaos."

Putting addresses into my contacts list means I always know that the addresses I have for my friends are up to date. Putting logins into a spreadsheet means that five minutes spent now will not result in five weeks of procrastination later because I can't find the login and can't do anything else until I do that. Going through my email and archiving old conversations means not only can I find them easily when needed, I don't have to look at them the rest of the time. Sometimes I even go through my various wish lists and remove old/purchased items, or clear out all my "save for later" carts.

There's no doubt this is stressful, but like every part of NaClYoHo, it's broken down into smaller tasks; I don't have to look at my computer and organize everything on it all in one day. I can answer a few asks, then sort photos (something I find very soothing up until the moment I Don't), then read and delete some emails, then I'm done for the day. I can spread "answer or file all your work emails" out over a couple of days. I can maybe empty out my Likes but just turn the ones I actually want to reblog into drafts for now and deal with them later in the "drafts" phase of cleaning. And if I don't manage to empty out my inboxes, at least they're emptier than they were.

I'm struggling this morning with having put a bunch of physical cleaning on the to-do list but not feeling physically up for it, so I did what I felt capable of doing (measuring cabinets for new shelf liners mainly) and later today I might sit down and start building this year's photobook. Or not -- I have to code Radio Free Monday, sort out a prescription and possibly go pick it up, plus a very full day of work and a couple of afternoon appointments I can't shirk, so today may simply be a "get through the day" kind of day. That's okay too; some days the spirit is willing but the schedule is full.

[sebastianstanisahotmf]

Too many missions

Bucky Barnes x Fem!reader

A/N Firstly, this fic idea is from a request from @nicoline1998enilocin to reverse the roles of my fic office sex e.g. reader visits Bucky at work. Secondly, comments, likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated and all mistakes are my own so feel free to comment below if you notice any. Also, this fic is gonna have a second part which is just aftercare.

18+ MINORS DNI, FUCK OFF YOU'RE NOT OLD ENOUGH (I WARNED YOU)

Summary Bucky is supposed to be doing his mission reports but ends up doing you instead (lmao that's so fucking cheesy)

DO NOT REPOST ON ANY OTHER APPS/SITES. THE ONLY PLACE THIS FIC IS ON IS TUMBLR.

Warnings Fluff , blowjob, unprotected sex (use protection you are not fictional)

Bucky was missing you to say the least. He had been jumping from mission to mission for the past month and hadn’t been able to properly spend time with you. However, he only had to wait one more hour and then he could give you all the attention you could ever need. 

He was filling in the last of the paperwork regarding his latest mission when he heard a knock on his office door. 

“Come in,” he shouted, not lifting his head and continuing to write more notes on the paper. Bucky still hadn’t grasped typing on a computer and still preferred to hand-write things.

You opened the door and slid in trying not to distract Bucky while he was working.

“Hey baby, I just wanted to ask you if you’re ok.” you sat down on the couch that Bucky had in his office.

Bucky turned his head quickly as soon as he heard your voice. His scowl turned into a smile at the sight of you. 

“Hey doll, I missed you.” he said while finishing a sentence before turning on his chair to face you.

You lifted the bag that was in your hand, “I brought some food for you since you’ve been working really hard lately.”

“You’re amazing, doll,” he said, taking the bag out of your hand. “I’m sorry for not being home much S.H.I.E.L.D really needed me recently.” He added with a sad look on his face. 

“It's ok baby, I know it’s not your fault. Anyways you tell me not to worry when the same thing happens to me so you shouldn’t be worrying either.” 

“I know doll, but I just feel bad for neglecting you for so long and I've missed you so much lately.” He took out the food you made him and dug in like a man starved. 

“It’s ok baby. Really. I know that you’re not intentionally going on missions. Also, I kindly spoke to Fury and he said he’s willing to give us both the next 2 months off.” 

“You know doll, I think you’re the only person I know that can intimidate THE Nick fury.” Bucky says smiling.

Bucky finished his food and you took the rubbish off him and threw it in the bin for him. Then, you got up from your seat and walked over to Bucky who was grinning like an idiot. 

“Come here doll, I need to hug you,” he said while holding his arms out to you.

You sat on his lap, facing him. Bucky wrapped one arm around your waist and placed the other at the back of your head, pressing you further into the crook of his neck. You took a deep breath and could smell the familiar scent of Bucky’s cologne. You wrapped your arms tightly around his waist and he hummed in content. 

After a few minutes, you started to get restless. You were getting aroused from being so close to Bucky especially since you hadn’t had sex with him in what felt like years. And masterbating wasn’t an option since Bucky’s skills had made you unable to cum unless it was him. 

You squirmed around a bit before stopping when you felt Bucky’s hardness beneath you. You looked up to see Bucky’s eyes almost black with lust. He let out a loud groan when you made eye contact with him.

“Doll, I-I-I need to finish the mission report and t-then we can do anything you want.”

“But daddy. I want you nowww,” you whined. 

“Stop whining like a whore,” Bucky said “I’ll fuck you after I finish the mission reports.” He pushed you off his lap and started to unbuckle his belt and open his jeans. “While i'm doing that, you can put that dirty fuckin’ mouth to use.” he pulled his cock out and started to lazily rub it up and down.

You dropped to your knees and crawled under the desk. Bucky rolled his chair under the desk, right in front of you. 

“All right doll, you know what to do.”

You shuffled closer and replaced Bucky’s hand with yours. You leaned closer and licked a stripe up the underside of his dick, repeating the action again before taking the rounded head into your mouth. This made Bucky let out a loud moan which made you suck harder. Then, you took his member deeper into your mouth until it hit the back of your throat which made you gag. 

“That’s it baby. Such a good girl,” Bucky groaned, stroking your head softly. 

Then, you hear a knock at the door. Bucky looks down at you with a grin on his face and then tells whoever it is to come in. He allows you to take one last deep breath before pushing you down.

 

Steve walked into the room and was oblivious to you with a mouthful of his best friend's cock. 

“Hey Buck, how much longer are you going to be because you need to hand in your mission reports today and it's already 10pm.” 

“I’ve got a f-few more notes to add and then I’m done, punk.” Bucky replied, clenching his fist. 

“Jerk,” Steve responded, as he exited the room. 

Bucky let out a groan as you took him all the way down now that you didn’t have an audience. 

“Doll, I need to be inside you right now,” Bucky said.

He grabbed your hair and pulled you off him before moving back on his chair so that he could pick you up. You wrapped your legs around his waist. He placed you on his desk and started to take his clothes off as you did the same.

 

When you were both naked, Bucky leaned forward to meet your lips in a kiss. It was all teeth and tongue since you haven't been able to be intimate with each other for way too long. You brought a hand up to Bucky’s face and cupped his cheek, a strangely sweet gesture for such a filthy kiss. 

“Daddy, please. I need you inside me. Please,” you begged.

“One second doll,”

Bucky grabbed your hips and pulled you to the edge of the desk. He grabbed his cock and rubbed it up and down your folds. 

“Please daddy! Fuck me!” you whined. 

Bucky just smirked before leaning forwards and pushing his dick inside you with one smooth thrust. He didn’t give you a chance to adjust before violently thrusting into you. All sense of self control had instantly dissipated the second he entered you. 

“Doll, you feel so good. So fuckin’ good” Bucky groaned. 

He put both your legs on his shoulders and leaned forwards. From this position he could reach the deepest parts of you. He reached his hand down and started to rub your swollen clit. 

“Gonna cum, m’ gonna cum,” you shouted, your legs starting to shake. 

“Cum for me doll, come on. Show daddy how good his fat cock is making you feel.” Bucky said.

Your legs had started to shake and Bucky’s thrusts were starting to become sloppy. Your vision had started to blur and you could feel your orgasm crash into you. You let out a pornographic moan and was trying to writhe away from Bucky’s hand which continued to rub your clit and extend your high. 

“Gonna cum in you baby, gonna pump you full of my cum,” Bucky let out a loud moan before stilling and filling you with his seed. 

Bucky leaned back to let your legs fall from his shoulders. He leaned forwards and rested his forehead against your breasts as you ran your fingers through his hair. A few minutes passed and then Bucky pulled away. You whined at the loss of contact. Bucky grabbed the hoodie he was wearing and helped you put it on…..

Taglist: @buckys-wintersoldier @nicoline1998enilocin

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[ivyluvsyouu]

okay, this is the first request i've ever done on tumblr. (horrified)

could i request some yelan, ei, shenhe, (& i'm not sure if you are currently taking hsr, but) hanya and natasha? with a shy and quiet fem! reader, who's also much shorter than them.

i have two ideas, just in case the first one isn't something you'd write for.

they discover that reader would really like to become a mother with them, but hasn't brought it up because she knows it's impossible. maybe they see her journal left open, or maybe she accidentally left a tab open on her computer.

they plan an adorable picnic for reader. they sent her out of the house so they could prepare everything, or maybe they did it overnight. (maybe fem! reader has been sad lately, so they do this to cheer her up, and it works) they get a nice and plushy picnic blanket, a cute basket adorned in lace, and adorable sandwiches and snacks and fruits, accompanied with some wine?

you totally don't have to do either, but it'd make my day !! <33

𝑷𝒊𝒄𝒏𝒊𝒄<𝟑

𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 𝒀𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏, 𝑬𝒊, 𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒆, 𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒂 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂

𝑭𝒆𝒎! 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝒀𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒏

You had gotten hurt on a commission recently; you were going to be okay, but your injury had left you bedridden for a while and you were going to be bedridden for a few more weeks at least and your girlfriend Yelan felt awful for you. She wanted to do something for you. One day when Yelan was out doing some commissions she saw a young couple having a picnic outside and she got the idea to have a little picnic at home with you since you couldn't get out of bed. She picked up some wine and some food in Liyue and she made sure to get some of your favorite dishes and she brought the food home. "I'm home dear!" She said as she came into your shared bedroom.

She had a basket in her hand and a blanket in the other. She sat next to you in bed and placed the blanket over you. She set the plates and food up. You were confused about what she was doing. "Yelan, what are you doing?" you asked curiously. "I felt bad we haven't been able to do anything together recently, so I wanted to set up a picnic in bed" She explained pouring you a glass of wine. You smiled and laid on her shoulder as she got everything set up. It didn't take long for her to get it set up and once she did you raised your head from her shoulder, and she smiles at you "Alright, dear everything's ready we can eat now"

𝑬𝒊

Ei noticed you had been extremely stressed out recently with work. Ei wanted to do something for you, but she wasn't sure what. She asked Miko what she should do and Miko suggested a picnic. Ei went home that day, and she spent all night preparing things for the picnic while you were asleep. She made sure to follow the recipes very carefully while she made the good since she's not good at cooking. They weren't perfect but she was proud of how they came out. You woke up that next morning to your girlfriend finishing setting things up.

"Morning, Ei" you said rubbing your eyes as you walk into the kitchen. She smiles and turns around "Morning, love come on I have something planned for us" she said softly. You nodded and got ready, and she took you to a secluded area in Inazuma. She set up all the food she had prepared for you and her. The sun was still rising so the both of you had a beautiful view of the sunrise while you ate. You laid on her shoulder as you both watched the sunrise and ate the food she had prepared. "I love you, Ei" you said in-between bites of your food. "I love you too, more than anything"

𝑺𝒉𝒆𝒏𝒉𝒆

Your girlfriend didn't know much about relationships and how to comfort people. So, when she noticed that you had been feeling down recently, she had no idea what to do or how to help. She ended up asking Xianyun for help. "My girlfriend has been really down recently, and I want to do something special to make her feel better..."

Xianyun gave her the idea to make some food and take her on a picnic. Shenhe doesn't know much about the food you eat either since she grew up in the mountains, so Xianyun shared some recipes with her as well. You were out on some commissions, so she had all day to finish making the food. You got home around sunset, and she had just finished preparing everything. "Y/n, perfect timing come with me" she said gently taking your hand and grabbing the picnic basket. And right back out the door you went. She took you to a private spot in Liyue and she set everything up. "Is this what a normal picnic looks like?" she asks as she finishes setting everything up. You laugh slightly and nod "Yes, Shenhe you did a great job"

𝑯𝒂𝒏𝒚𝒂

She had been quite busy with her work recently and she hadn't had a lot of time for you, and she felt terrible about it, so she wanted to plan something special for you. She got the idea to take you on a picnic so she picked a day when she knew you wouldn't be home. You were out with some of your friends that day so as soon as you kissed her goodbye and left, she got to work.

She spent all day making food for you and her so she could take you on a picnic later that evening. She finished about an hour or so before you got home so when you got home, she immediately went to greet you at the door. "Welcome home, love come with me I have a surprise for you" she said. She grabbed the picnic basket and led you to an area that was private and where the two of you would be uninterrupted "I know I've been busy recently and I hope this makes up for everything"

𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒂

Your birthday was coming up and your girlfriend wanted to plan something special for you. She asked a few of your friends what they thought she should do, and she came up with the idea to set up a picnic for you. One morning she woke up extra early so she could set everything up and it didn't take her long to get everything set up it took her about three or so hours, you hadn't even woken up yet.

When you woke up and walked into the kitchen, she greeted you with a hug and a kiss. "Happy birthday, Dear! I have something planned for us, come on let's go" she said happily. You quickly got ready, and she took you to a cliff nearby where you could have a view of everything as you two eat. "I hope you like it, love" she said as she finished setting everything up. "I love it, Natasha thank you"

𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈! 𝑳𝒆𝒕 𝒎𝒆 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒆𝒍𝒔𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒏𝒆𝒙𝒕!

[qqueenofhades]

One of my favourite Sandman lore pieces I absorbed via tumblr is how, when Dream is having great sex, all the dreamers get to have glorious lustful dreams. Dream really is getting laid and making it everybody else's problem. Magnificent.

Dr. Robert Gadling is whistling an extremely cheery tune as he unlocks his office door -- which, if you had had the night he did, you would be whistling too, or possibly even clicking your heels like a demented leprechaun and wishing top o' the morning to everyone who passed. He's not doing that, but he's definitely feeling extremely good, and he sails inside, pulls up the blinds, boots up his computer, and prepares to answer some emails while he waits to see if anyone's actually going to come to office hours. It's always hit or miss, and then four days later they send a panicked question at midnight that they could have just, you know, asked. In person, in a timely fashion, when he definitely will not bite. He will never understand undergraduates.

Hob keeps the door propped open as usual, thus to project a warm and welcoming attitude, and after he's trudged through the first tranche of emails, he glances up to see one of his students loitering in the hall as if she's about to come in -- then, catching sight of him, turning scarlet and racing off at top speed. This is bewildering, since she's usually among the more talkative of the bunch, but Hob writes it off. At least until he sees several more students hovering in the hallway, who all vamoose the instant he sticks his head out to see if they need anything. This is decidedly peculiar, and he sighs deeply, grabs his mug, and heads down the hall to the faculty lounge, thus to raid it for a cup of coffee. Even more emails (and oh joy, expense reports) await, and he could use the fortification.

When he steps inside, his colleagues Bryan (Economics and Politics in Modern Germany) and Amita (Women, Caste, and Religious Practice in Precolonial India) both immediately turn bright red, clear their throats, and engage in a slightly too-loud conversation about the weather (which, given as this is London, is exactly what you think it is). Hob eyes them curiously, since while bizarre behavior is understandable from students, it is somewhat less so from lecturers. "Hey, guys," he says. "Anything up?"

"Er." Bryan is staring fixedly at the floor, while Amita has become unaccountably fascinated by the raindrops rolling down the window. "Nope. No. Everything normal, Rob. Entirely usual."

"Right," Hob says slowly, having the feeling of a man who has walked into a cave and found something large and furry that he should try not to disturb. "That's just me going, then. If I could sneak past you for the coffee pot, that'd be great -- "

He pours himself some coffee, departs in haste, and almost bowls over Philippa, Head of Department, in the hallway outside. They spring backward like a pair of opposing magnets, he manages to avoid dousing her in boiling hot coffee, and as he apologizes, notices that she is likewise determinedly not looking him in the eye and addressing a spot in midair over his head as she insists that it's fine. What the actual hell. Has everyone in Goldsmiths lost their bloody minds?

The insanely weird character of Hob's day, and the fact that even the clerk at Superdrug seems to cough unaccountably while ringing him up, remains a mystery until he gets home, finds an eager Dream Lord waiting for him already, and they get extremely distracted even before Hob can make dinner. Afterward, as they're lying half-clothed and decadent on the bed, Hob murmurs, "Well, glad you at least can stand to look at me, love. Had a very odd time of it today."

Dream's expression assumes a furtive, guilty quality. He rolls onto his back, head still pillowed luxuriantly on Hob's stomach, and stares up at the ceiling. "Ah," he says, after a very long pause. "About that."

(Two minutes of a deeply humiliating explanation later, Hob screeches, "YOU BLOODY DID WHAT?" Dream apologizes profusely and promises not to do it again. Hob does, of course, have classes and commitments for the rest of the semester, but hopefully it's not too late to change his name, once more fake his death, and move to Australia. Except, of course, they dreamed of him there too. Horrible.)

[thomasisaslut]

Lucius Malfoy x F!Reader

Masquerade

Word Count: 2.5k

Includes: Hair-pulling, Legilimency, Rough sex, Spanking, Choking, Overstimulation.

On Ao3 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/48667630

On Wattpad - https://www.wattpad.com/story/346976540-𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐝𝐞-𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐮𝐬-𝐌𝐚𝐥𝐟𝐨𝐲-𝐎𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐭

C.ai for Lucius -

On Tumblr 👇

"[First Name]!" You hear Draco's voice as you enter through the doors of the large Malfoy manor.

You sigh, clearly Draco can't be fooled by your mask, he really knew you too well.

"Draco," You smile at him as he approaches you.

"Great party."

He smiles proudly. "I know, I designed the whole thing."

"Really? Good job, Dray." You smile and take in his appearance, his suit was black and clearly expensive. It had beautiful silver embroidery along with the Malfoy crest on his right bicep and entire backside, it also had a rich green as a secondary color, lapping and intwining into a snake around the crest. Not to mention his masquerade mask that matched perfectly, it was black and green—silver accents to flow as a stunning outfit.

"Was your suit custom tailored?" You ask him, you knew the answer already though.

"Yes, Father sent it to our personal tailor to get it made." He smirks then hooks his arm around your own.

"I can't help but to notice your outfit as well, [First Name]. It's quite beautiful."

Your dress was a beautiful jade color with golden aspects, the straps and midsection of the gown were covered in small emeralds, it also fades down towards the end of the magnificent dress, by your heels were emeralds flowing up the dress to connect with the midsection. Not to mention your jewelry matched perfectly. You had a golden necklace with small specs of shattered crystals blended into it, your earrings and bracelets matched as well. Also, your golden mask was the same.

"Thank you, Draco."

"Of course, care for a dance?" He smiles, letting go of your arm to offer out his hand.

"Take me away." You smile back and place your hand in his own, once the two hands are intwined he moves you over to the dance floor in the room.

The two of you sway together in a traditional ball style dance, soon others join in but your eyes fall on someone in the corner of the ball room—Lucius Malfoy.

You couldn't help but to look. His hair was up and back tied with a black ribbon, his outfit the same as Draco's except his was golden—much more expensive—his mask matched his outfit as well. But what is the most distracting is the fact that his facial features are much more revealed with his hair back, even with a mask covering his upper face. He cocks his head to the side and take a sip from a small glass in his hand, it seems to be whiskey but you can't tell. His adam apple bobs as he drinks the liquor, his jawline define and covered with newly grown facial hair. It looks hot.

"Having fun are you?" Draco asks, your attention snaps back to him.

"Indeed." You reply, the two of you still dancing until the music halts, the room stops as the music does. The room turns their head to where the clink of a glass is, there stands Narcissa Malfoy-Black. You can tell by her hair and figure.

She stops clinging her glass with the knife and speaks.

"I would like to thank you all for coming." She removes her masquerade mask then continues to talk.

"I personally would like to congratulate my son for being able to graduate at such a high level—as valedictorian." The room applauses, you smile at Draco and he walks towards his mother.

You notice Lucius isn't with the rest of his family so you glance to where he was before to see him looking right back at you. You also notice a small smirk plastered across his face as he takes a final sip of his whiskey.

The only thing that snapped you away from your trance was the sound of your friends voice.

"Thank you all," Draco speaks proudly, his mothers arm hooked around his own as she smiles proudly at him.

"I am so happy you have all managed to make this event," He too removes his ball mask.

"I would also like to announce my betrothal, Astoria Greengrass." The girl he mentioned steps up beside him, she was wearing a beautiful sky blue dress crested with white, shiny, pearls. Her mask was the purest of whites that matched her gloves and other accessories. She removes her mask and smiles at the gathering.

The two of them continue to ramble and you finally get sick of it, you walk over to where some of the house elves are serving liquors to get a glass of your own, that is until you hear a voice you recognize.

"Ms. [Last Name]?" Lucius asks from behind you, you look over your shoulder then turn around.

"Mr. Malfoy," You smile at him, but luckily the masquerade mask covers your annoyance.

"Are you certain you're old enough to drink, dear?" He smirks, clearly teasing—after all, he has known you for some time now.

"I'm 19, sir. Are you sure you're not too old to drink, dear?" You mock, teasing him right back.

He chuckles. "You have always been feisty, I like that." He smirks once again, grabbing two glasses from a passing by house elf—he hands one too you.

"Champagne, I'm sure you can handle that, Ms. [Last Name]?" Lucius' tone is very... seductive.

You nod and take the glass from his hand, your fingers brushing over his knuckles as you take the champagne.

The two of you cheers then take sips from your glasses.

"Tell me, darling." He turns towards you, now standing directly in front of you so no one else in the ball room could see your face if they looked over.

"Why were you looking—no—staring at me the entire time you were dancing with my son?"

Your cheeks flush beneath the golden mask.

"Your hair is very neat this way, Mr. Malfoy." You say, while you do think that is true it's not the real reason. After all, you can't just say you were imagining Draco as him.

"Oh? You imagined my son to be me?" He smirks as he watched your cheeks grow from pink to red in under a second.

"Excuse me, sir?" You ask, baffled at how he knew.

He smirks and uses his index finger to cup your chin, making you look up at his larger figure.

"Legilimency, darling, I work at the ministry." He moves his hand so it's now on your throat.

"Tell me, amour, what other thoughts do you have about me?" Lucius grins.

Dirty ones.

You notice his own cheeks flush—only a bit, a light dusty pink—and he smirks again.

"Oh? Is that so?"

"I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Malfoy..." You mutter, your eyes still locked on his ocean blue ones as he holds you by your throat.

"What for, amour?" He moves to whisper by your ear. "I'm sure we can make those thoughts a reality." He then presses a light kiss under your ear before pulling away and finishing his champagne glass and turning around towards the rest of the party.

You go to reply when you get cut off.

"[First Name]!" Draco says, he clearly didn't see anything that his father did to you, especially the kiss.

"Care for one more dance before it hits midnight?"

"O-Of course, Dray." You smile at him, your thoughts now polluted by thoughts of his father—Lucius.

The two of you make your way back towards the dance floor, spinning and twirling as you did before except now you make sure to remain eye contact with Lucius. Smirking at him as you plant a small peck to Draco's cheek, you can see the older man clutch his whiskey glass so hard it almost shatters in his hand.

Around 5 minutes pass of you and Draco swaying on the ball room floor before you see Lucius approaching you too, his gaze hardened under his black mask.

"Son, may I have a word with Ms. [Last Name]?" He asks, but his tone is not questionable, its a demand.

"Of course fath-"

Draco gets cut off as Lucius grabs your wrist, quite tightly at that. He drags you off into a large room attached to the party's room. Once in the room your back is pinned to the wall, your hands held above your head by one of his large palms.

"Mr. Mal-"

"You flirt with my son after having fantasies about me?" He snaps.

You say nothing and just stare at him, his beautiful features now fully revealed—his mask is off.

"Answer me, [First Name]."

"I wasn't flirting-"

"Yes you were." He uses his free hand to grab your jaw, making you look up at him again.

"Now tell me, why." Lucius asks demandingly.

"I wanted your attention..."

"Well you got it." He snaps, pushing your chest down onto a nearby couch-back. You're now bent over the couch.

"I think you deserve a punishment for being naughty, don't you think so, amour?" His hands rests on your hips as he smirks down at you.

You nod.

"Not good enough, dear," His hand connects with your rear in a punishable spank.

"Use your words, sweetheart."

"Y-Yes..." You whimper, both liking and disliking the feeling on your lower half.

"Yes, what?"

"Yes, sir!" You whine, his hand connects with your other butt-cheek.

"Good, amour." He moves a step closer so his crotch is rubbing against your behind as you're bent over the couch.

"You're going to count aloud how many spanks you receive. If you mess up... well sweetheart, we restart." He smirks.

You nod, understanding. Even with the awkward and painful situation you can't help but feel turned on, a sudden wetness forming in your folds.

"Good job, darling." He says before connected his hand to your ass.

"T-Three..." You mutter out as your hands clutch onto the side of the couch tightly.

He spanks you again,

"Four!" You cry out, some tears slipping from your eyelids.

His hand connects with your rear repetitively until you reach 20 full spanks, by the end of the punishment your cheeks are sore and red.

His hands are now massaging and soothing your rear as he speaks.

"You did so well, amour. Now how about we start the fun part?" He flips you around then moves you over to the other side of the couch, now setting you on your back, he moves between your legs.

He looks back up at you for confirmation.

"Please, sir..." You whimper, wanting to feel him.

He smirks, flipping up the train of your dress.

"Beautiful..."

His hands find their way to your panties, sliding then off of you and tossing them to the floor.

"Are you a virgin, [First Name]?" He asks, curious.

You shake your head no, he smirk's wider.

"Well... that's a shocker considering how dripping wet you are for me, amour." He says before slipping his index finger into your tight cunt.

You moan from the sudden insertion.

"And such good reactions... my, you're perfect..." He smirks then proceeds to slip in a second finger, now making a scissoring motion with his two large fingers.

"More, sir.. please!" You beg and he withdraws your fingers.

"But you've been so bad, dear."

God, he is just evil.

"I can't let you go unpunished,"

"But you spanked me, sir!" You whine.

"That was just the beginning, sweetheart." He grins before slamming three fingers into you, spreading you wider. He withdraws his hand again before flipping you over, Lucius quickly unzips your dress before ripping it off of you, throwing it to the floor with your panties you're now left nude before him.

Lucius then flips you back over, your perky tits now hard and on full display.

His hand connects with your right nipple before he uses his lips to suck and nip on the left.

You moan loudly, throwing your hands to his pure blonde locks.

"P-Please sir! I need more... I need you!" You beg.

He doesn't reply, instead he slows his pace, his tongue just barely grazing your hard nub, his hand now only pinching your right one as his left hand slides down to your pussy.

His fingers slide back into you, now toying with both your privates.

"Sir!" You moan and whine, your grip increasing on his hair.

"I need you, please!"

He finally let's your nipple slip from his mouth, his left hand sliding out of your wet cunt and his right falls from your tit.

"Are you sure you can take me, amour? I won't be gentle for the shit you pulled."

"Please!" Is the only word that falls from your mouth before his thick cock is slammed into you—completely bottoming out into you, he begins to thrust—not allowing you to adjust to the size.

"Oh? Something wrong, dear?" He teases as he sees tears forming in your eyes.

"Because I recall you begging for me to start."

Your mouth can't form words, your moan overtake your body as pleasure and pain spreads through it, the roughness from his thrusts is almost to much to take—almost.

"You take me so well, amour." He whispers into your ear before sinking his teeth into your neck—leaving a large hickey, he then begins to make love to your neck, the same roughness as he does with his pounds to your cunt.

He then moves you so you're riding him.

"It's time for you to do some work."

You groan and moan before rocking your hips, his cocks head hitting your cervix, you look down to see you're not even fully sat on his large member.

"Oh? Is there an issue?" He teases again, slamming your lips together as be bucks his hips up to match your rocking. The two of you now harmonized.

10 minutes of you riding him passes before he finally pushes you down onto your back again. You can feel yourself slipping, needing to release, you can tell he does too by the way his thrusts are getting more sloppy and less coordinated.

"Take it." He says before cumming deep inside of your tight little cunt.

You moan loudly as you feel his seed fill you up, your own release following.

"Lucius!" You shout as you climax, his cock still inside of you as he moves you to sit on his lap again. He then speaks.

"Im not done with you yet, darling."

He bucks his hips up, your head falling to his shoulder as you feel overstimulated.

"Please, sir... I can't-"

"Yes you can slut." He snaps, moving against you again and again, pounding and slamming into you as he holds your hips down.

Oh, how you love this.

"S-Shit.. [First Name]!" He shouts as he releases a second load into your overused pussy.

He then cups your cheeks, moving you off his lap he slides out of you, kissing your temple then forehead.

"Are you alright, amour?"

You nod,

"I'm fine... just dazed." You chuckle, he wraps his arms around you in a tight reassuring embrace.

"You were so well for me, sweetheart." He whispers, kissing your bruised neck and jaw.

You smile, completely spent and tired.

"Now, Ms. [Last Name]. I do believe we have a party to get back to?" He smirks.

Oh how evil this man can truly be.

[nerdieforpedro]

WIP Wednesday/Thursday

I did try and post this on Wednesday (sure late but it’s been awhile 👀) and on this rainy night, my computer decided to it be a a team player. Not cool.

So…writing has been slow and I’m pretty sure I posted stuff on AO3 and not here because half the time Tumblr eats my posts that aren’t reblogs 😭

I blame @megamindsecretlair and @soft-persephone for summoning from my cozy gremlin activities under a bridge and planting this brainworm:

“If you are open to doing so my fair General. I feel a bit fatigued. I will let my attendant know that I am heading inside to rest as my husband and I will travel back to our estate tomorrow.” Her round face stretches with the smile she has upon her face, briefly she touches his hand, her fingertips touching his calloused ones. “He will not return as Gaius does not enjoy my company. Only tolerates it. The last room, third floor on the left.” Her hand leaves his as he attempts to grab it and he turns to watch her step away. “Call me Arcus. See what message I shall impart to you tonight.” His eyes focus on her wide hips that are headed toward the main building where the invites and their wives were staying for the duration of the soiree. Swallowing hard, the General knows he should not follow her. It would be participating in infidelity and despite many offers over the years, Marcus resisted. He nearly always had access to women that were unattached and available. Milling around for ten minutes felt like an eternity, speaking to other officials and so-called important people, yawning and mentioning that he would likely retire to his room soon and would be no good to anyone until the sun rose. Hopefully this would be enough to cement that he should not be disturbed.

Infidelity? Sure! Murder? Very likely. Bad humor somewhere? It’s a Nerdie fic and General Marcus Acacius is not except. Smut? Somewhere in there. 👀 It will happen. I need mental lube, I can’t just dive in there. Gotta give a fic a couple rubs in a circle before the smut. 🤣

Yeah the General is not immune. Pfft.

The second one I was pleasantly surprised to make some headway on, apparently Nerdie is about her historical men and violence. That’s not at all concerning. 🤔

“I agree with the lady Father. She is our responsibility and should remain with us.” Pero steps between her and the Father. He knows men like this priest, who act holier than most but if given the funds, access and anonymity, they would live in a brothel. Father Ignacio takes a step back, the Spaniard is intimidating to say the least and the priest is sure that he has no qualms about spilling blood in a house of God. William is watching the exchange between the three and is trying to think of a compromise, it’s a bad one, but it’s better than being run out of the village for killing this man.

More for my Pero series which is like historical fiction with dragons 🐉 because why not? ☺️ I will have Pero destroying something because he needs to be using those powers and why not? Wanton destruction sometimes, am I right? 🫡

Yup, quit while I’m behind. Anyway, that’s what I got. Weddings 101 with Dieter is still in the works with @angelofsmalldeath-codeine . So are all the other series I’ve got, there’s a lot 🤭

I also might be writing an anime one-shot. First one in years. 😃

People who I’m 75.8% sure tagged me in the last few weeks:

@604to647 @for-a-longlongtime @magpiepills @syd-djarin @djarinmuse

@maggiemayhemnj @sin-djarin @tinytinymenace @lotusbxtch @mysterious-moonstruck-musings

@connectioneverywhere @morallyinept @doscharolastras @chaithetics @lady-bess

@secretelephanttattoo @goodwithcheese @missladym1981 @pedroshotwifey @slippinninque

@inept-the-magnificent @avastrasposts @frenchiereading @soft-girl-musings @perotovar

@legendary-pink-dot @fhatbhabiee @yorksgirl

[fairy-writes]

Pspspspspspsp I saw that you write for balance unlimited 👀

Can I pls have a oneshot of love at first sight with daisuke? There's a lack of Tumblr fics of this anime plsss I beg for more

LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT

Reblogs and Comments are greatly appreciated!!

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Requester: irethepotato

Fandom(s): Millionaire Detective: Balance Unlimited

Pairing(s): Kambe Daisuke x Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre(s): Fluff, pining(?), love at first sight trope

I’d be happy to write for Balance Unlimited! I’m still getting a hand on Daisuke’s character, so this might be OOC, but I’ll try my best!

Also, you are slightly shorter than Daisuke in this. He does wear shoe inserts that make him roughly 5’7”.

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You saw him at a convention. No, not like ComicCon, but a gala, or rather a business function. He rolled up in a Chevy Corvette and stepped out, handing the keys off to the valet and buttoning the front of his pitch-black tuxedo suitcoat.

He was handsome, with slicked-back dark hair and mysterious eyes hidden behind sunglasses. And… did he have a pierced ear? Even more attractive. 

He had a woman next to him who had stepped out of the passenger side of the sports car. She was dressed in a sleek black dress and long black hair styled in an intricate updo. They looked alike, close enough to be related. You adjusted the hem of your own blazer and turned to grab a glass of champagne. 

There was no point in fantasizing over the unattainable. 

He was way out of your league anyway. 

You join in on the dancing, spinning away with dance partners as the hours pass, and you search for an opening. However, a wrench in your plans is apparent when you are twirled into the arms of the handsome young man you had spotted earlier. 

He’s even more handsome up close, and you can smell his expensive cologne. His sunglasses are nowhere to be found, probably folded away inside the inside pocket of his tux. 

But that’s not what throws a wrench in your plans. Instead, it’s the moment you meet his eyes. They’re a steely blueish-gray and all the more alluring. Fireworks erupt in your belly, and you almost trip over your feet. However, you are quick to recover without him noticing. 

You knew this feeling. It was the feeling of falling in love. You had felt it before, with your first love, who has long gone and left with your heart in pieces. It had taken years to heal yourself, and now you were scared of it breaking again. You couldn’t fall in love! You simply couldn’t!

But as you watch the man’s eyes widen almost inconspicuously, you realize he feels it too and quickly decide to break this off. 

“Sorry, I’ve forgotten something.” You quickly excuse yourself and head toward a side door. But, before you shut the door behind you, you look behind and catch his gaze once again. The door hurriedly closes behind you, and you are locked in a dead sprint. 

It doesn’t take long to find the host’s computer. But someone is already there. The woman who was with the man earlier (you really had to learn their names, this was getting exhausting). She was bent over a keyboard, tapping rapidly and lines of code appeared across the screen. The lights were off, save for the computer monitors (obviously), so you were bathed in blue light. 

The door slams shut behind you, and you jump, the woman does as well, turning, and her gaze flashes with surprise as you meet her eyes. Then you whip around to see who had shut the door, and you spot the man. 

He’s as good-looking as ever. That’s the infuriating part. 

“Do you have what you need?” His voice is deep, alluring, and smooth as honey. Damn it. He just keeps getting more attractive. But never mind that you have things to focus on! The woman unplugs and tosses a flash drive stick to him that he catches without looking. His eyes are trained on you as he slips it into his inside tuxedo pocket.  

“Just who are you?” You say, portraying an air of confidence. After all, you might as well put on a show, right? Throw them off your tracks, and don’t let them see how nervous you are, right?

“Kambe Daisuke. Who are you?” He says—more like demands—and you oblige. Equivalent exchange is polite, right? There’s no need to be rude. He says your name, and you shiver at the sound of it coming from his mouth. It sounded so sexy you couldn’t help but want to hear more. 

“Well, it’s nice to meet you, Daisuke, but I must be going now, so if you’ll excuse me—” His hand catches your wrist and yanks you back as you try to leave. You stumble, looking up into his eyes as your noses brush.

Your lips brush the corner of his own, and you are slipping away before he even registers what’s happening. His eyes are wide and uncharacteristically shocked. The woman behind you chokes on her own saliva as she stands, shocked. 

You’re gone before he realizes the flash drive is gone. You twirl it between your fingers, slip it into your inside pocket, and sprint down the hall. Finally, you make it to your car and peel out of the gala roundabout just as he bursts through the doors. 

His eyes are locked on your disappearing vehicle the entire time. 

Mission accomplished.

[murumokirby360]

My first ever Android Smartphone - Busted (Cherry Mobile Jelly) [feat. my Paper Dolls]

DeviantART version → [CLICK ME!]

Hello, August... 🏫🎒 It's been a rough and depressing month for me from nothing to earn funds for myself, to struggling with my life staying at home. 😟😞 Although I do occasionally go outside to get some fresh air when the sun is bright, it remains the same. 😔 I'm still stuck on my mom's slow-performance laptop, and I can't make item reviews because of the aforementioned laptop. 👩💻 Meanwhile, I'm still browsing some job openings, though the only problem was the "lack of trustworthy". I did apply once and I was going to go anyway, however, my mom investigated the details of where the venue at for a schedule, and it turns out that the job that I applied for was a sham... Yeah, I dodged the bullet on going there owning to my flashbacks of what happened in 2019. *Sigh* So much for that... 😟 I wish this type of fraud job would be ended by the time the government and authorities caught red-handed on fake application jobs. Right now, I've already applied for a job by submitting a resume to legit hiring via email, and to this day nobody answered my call. I'm still a helper for my parents' small rug business, although they didn't give me a raise, but small treats and food. Also, I'm selling my scrap computer parts, unfortunately, nobody seemed to be interested in my items... Bummer. 😔

[I want a end my life... But, I refused to kill myself. Not yet... 😟😞]

Should I keep posting and sharing my items on tumblr? 🤔 I'm still thinking about it, but for now this could be my last item... As we hit the first "Ber" month (September 📆), I need to take a break from posting it until my custom PC desktop brought back to life with a brand new GPU Card. 🖥️🔧

Anyway, let's head back to my last item (before I go *semi* hiatus):

• What I have here is my first ever cheap Android Smartphone after I graduated from vocational college [Computer Programing] in 2014. 👨‍🎓🏫💻 This here is the "Cherry Mobile Jelly". 🤖📱 Actually, it's now simply called "Cherry" which we'll get to that later. Nonetheless, I bought this cheap and small smartphone for ₱ 2,299 💵 from a local trustworthy cellular phone store at the mall, I should it picked the blue color because I loved that color for life 💙, although it is out of stock so I guess I'll settle with green anyway. 🟩📱🤷‍♀️ (After all, green signifies an android phone, right? 🟩🤖📲 Nonetheless...) As for the specs of this phone, it is pretty low-profile standard considering that this is a budget-friendly smartphone. Here, go see it by click here → [CLICK ME! #1]. Unfortunately, as you can see, my first cheap smartphone ended in 2015 due to poor quality, as I accidentally fell off my phone numerous times causing it to crack the touch screen (not to mention, the battery phone had bloated.), and my Jelly phone ended its life. It was only a matter of time before my old phone was replaced by the outdated "Samsung Galaxy S Duos 2" [GT-S7582] (which was also decommissioned somewhere in 2019). As for the so-called "Cherry" brand, they're still producing smartphones albeit a small ranges because they've already expanded to daily electronic appliances (e.g. slim smart TV, washing machine, air purifier, etc...). Pls, click here to see → [CLICK ME! #2]. One more thing, the only feature really I missed from using the old Cherry Mobile Jelly is the ability to watch TV by raising the mini antenna and opening the TV app, as you've seen on my snapshot. 📺📲😊

• When it comes to comparison with my current Tecno Spark 20 Pro [CLICK ME!] smartphone, well... You noticed the BIG difference. 📱📲 To be honest, I missed holding a small Android smartphone, as holding it could be a very advantage (which is like holding an old MP4 player) over a tall and bulky smartphone, like my aforementioned Tecno mobile brand. 😊 And surprisingly, they're still producing small smartphones albeit in ✌"Made in China"✌ and they're using a vanilla yet recent Android Operating System, unlike Samsung, Huawei, Oppo, Xiaomi, and other giant smartphone brands with their state-of-the-art features and current running Android OS. Maybe someday I'll get my hands on the small Android phone for a nostalgic sake? Who knows? 🤷‍♀️ For now, though, I guess I'll stick with the taller smartphones. And as for my first ever owned cheap Android phone, it's already a relic of its time. Time for you to return to the memorabilia box. 🙂

Well, that's all for now. If you want to see my previous topic, then please → [CLICK ME!].

Tagged: @bryan360, @shadowredfeline, @leapant, @lordromulus90, @coda-archive, @sammirthebear2k4, @alexander1301