#if you see and spelling mistakes no you dont

[lambment]

couldnt stop thinking about this (X)

[kyunzin]

𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐦𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲

✰ characters ✰ 𝐘. 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧

✰ summary ✰ don’t say things you don’t mean, unless you do mean them. in that case eren can fulfil all your requests (f!reader)

✰ tags/warnings ✰ nsfw, ex!eren, alcohol use, degradation, spanking, daddy kink, cum eating, squirting. praise kink, overstimulation, pussy licking

✰ kyun’s note ✰ it’s been long overdue, two long fics in a row is tough gang dont do this at home. also sorry for any spelling mistakes i am sleep derived

it was definitely a good idea to go out with the girls

it was probably a bad idea to not send eren home with all the drinks you had earlier clouding your judgment

it was absolutely going to hurt in the morning but that is the last thing that's on your mind right now it will be a problem for later

you and eren had gotten together in high school and stayed together for the duration of high school. the both of you being fairly well known though he was more popular than you were.

the both of you had different passions and wanted to peruse different careers. him wanting to play basketball professionally and you didn’t really want to have a boring 9-5 either so you chose to be an influencer.

you both supported each other and both of you became very successful in what you did. eren signing with a good team and you having nearly up to a million followers. you made sure to go to every one of his games and he would be sure to mention you on his socials and even point to you at games.

the two of you even had a child together who both of your fans adored. you had him early in both of your careers and had enough money to support him growing up, the two of you thought that you would be able to live the rest of your lives as a family.

that was until about 4 years later when eren’s schedule became to hectic and he spent more time practicing and being out of the country for games to even be home with you, there was a gradual build up to that which you thought you could get through but in the end you realised it was too much for you and he accepted that.

in the end the both of you decided to spilt apart as is was just too much on you. both of your fan bases were sad to see their favourite couple break apart but you assured them that it was mutual and the two of you ended on good terms, deep down you still loved him but you let him go knowing it was for the better.

eren always made sure to send money to support both him and you even though you told him that he didnt need to send you money as well. he also did regular calls to check in to see how the both of you were doing, and when he was back in the country he made sure to see you if he could spending time with his son and even you.

you know he loved his son from the way he would always get souvenirs from countries when he was out and even got some jerseys from his sons favourite players even if he did pout complaining because he wasn’t his favourite.

this went on for about a year and it worked really well for the three of you, your sons fifth birthday passed with eren doing his all to be there buying him an expensive gift that your son absolutely loved. eren had lately had been spending more time over due to the season, there not being a lot of games and you decided you wanted to go out since it had been a while.

eren has said he would take care of your son while you went out with your friends saying that you deserved the time to have fun. he took your son over to his house so that you could get ready in peace telling you he would keep him for the weekend so you could relax.

once the both of them had left the house you called both sasha and mikasa telling them the plans and they decided to come over to help you get ready. they arrived soon with their things and the three of you started to get ready.

you had your hair and make up done all that was left was your outfit. you had no idea what to wear as it had been a long time since you had gotten dressed up like this, the girls made their way to you closet and started picking through your stuff looking for something for you to wear.

being pregnant had made big changes to you body which left you feeling less than confident after your giving birth but as the years went by some changes left and some stayed. for one your tits and ass filled out as well as you hips getting wider giving you a near hourglass figure.

you were pretty self conscious about your body but everyone around you encouraged you to embrace your new body as they said it made you look sexy and you believed them, looking at yourself differently you loved your new self.

the girls had picked out a dress you don’t even remember buying. a long-sleeve red dress that stopped just under you ass with red cross slits trailing down the side exposing some skin. you paired it with a classic set of black heels and a red bag to match.

the other two were also ready when you had finished getting dressed so you made sure you had everything you needed and sasha drove you to the club blasting music all the way there.

you got into the flub with no problem all of you being over the required age and the three of you went to get drinks to start your night off, weaving your way through the bustling crowd and over to the bar where you all order your first round of drinks keeping you tab open just in case you want to get more.

you and mikasa take a few more shots sasha only having a few being your designated driver for the night not that she really needed any as she would be asked to have just as much fun either way. after you finished your drinks the three of you moved over into the dancing crowd losing yourselves to the music.

you swung your body to the beat of the music sasha in front and mikasa behind you, your as shaking with every sway of your hips. you could tell that many men wanted to join you but you could see both of the girls pushing the away as they know about your lingering feelings for eren.

the song changes and you recognise it as ‘mad at me by sexxy red’ realising that you know the lyrics and you start singing it along with the others in the room, knowing it lyric for lyric shaking your ass to the beat people around you dancing to the music.

when the next line come on you shout it out like there's no tomorrow “fuck me like you mad at me baby, I need a freak to drive me crazy!” and you sing the rest of the song with the same passion until it finishes and you’re out of breath.

the next song plays and you feel all the energy you had from before now depleted and decide to go pay for your last drink of the night leaving sasha and mikasa on the dance floor.

it didn’t take long for you to reach the bar and pay but on your way back to the girls some one stopped you trying to pull you for a dance. but you quickly pushed them away not in the mood walking to your friends even faster.

you get to the girls in record speed in no time though all the remaining energy you had no completed, the girls notice this and decide it’s time for you all to go home.

you drip mikasa home first knowing she has to go to bed for work in the morning. and then sahsa takes you back to your house with you dozing off on the way back. you didn’t even realise that you had faleen asleep until you felt sasha gently shake you awake.

thanking her for the ride home you wish her a safe journey back walking up to your front door, stumbling on the short walk due to the alcohol still flowing in your system. checking the time to see that it was almost past midnight and you know that your son should have gone to bed ages ago feeling bad that you couldn’t tell him goodnight.

when you walk in it takes a while for your eyes to adjust to the light which you were sure you turned off when you left, squinting only to see a figure sitting on the couch. you take off your heels setting them to the side and look up to see the figure still there.

once your eyes get accustomed to the light you realise that’s it’s eren sitting there who has been sitting there staring up at you since you walked in, and you think maybe you’re just hallucinating from the alcohol in your system but upon further inspection you realise that he’s actually there.

“eren? what are you doing here? where’s my baby?”

for a second he doesn’t say anything and just eyes you up but then he speaks up.

“c’mere here baby”

the space between you brows crease at the pet name but you move towards him nonetheless, coming to stand up in from of him looking down at him.

“I dropped him off at my mums place, don’t worry about him for now”

he gently pulls you down to straddle you making your dress ride up a little bit, leaving the two of you face to face. you don’t instantly question his actions but your face conveys your confusion, but instead of saying anything he just sits there rubbing slowly up and down your thighs spread over him.

“what’s going on, is something wrong?”

but instead of answering your question he laughs and pulls out his phone swiping though as if looking for something.

“how about you tell me what this is about first”

you’re confused at first but then once the video starts playing your eyes widen in shock. it’s a video of you in the club singing to “mad at me” shouting the lyrics to the song.

“wanna explain this to me”

he’s still smiling as he says it and you know there's no way to get out of this. there's no possible excuse he would believe after seeing that, which brings up the question of where he got it from.

“who took this video and how do you have it”

he turns off his phone slipping it back into his joggers the action causing you to shift in too of him, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders as to not fall off him.

“it was posted online and someone sent it to me, and don't try change the subject. what’s this about you wanting to fuck. if you wanted some dick all you had to do was say so princess. you know i never say no to you baby”

in truth it had been a while since you were active, though it was mainly because of your lack of time due to taking care of you son as well as working.

part of it had to do with the fact that no dock would be able to compare to eren's. the way he would fuck you was to good for you to ever try it with anyone else.

you had kind of missed this intimate part of your relationship, you knew eren wasn’t the type of guy to sleep around and you are sure if he did you would have found out by now and you didn’t want to seem to desperate by asking him about his life without you as you respected his privacy as he did yours.

“why you silent for pretty, aint got nothing to say or did you really mean what you said. what was it again, you wanted me to fuck you like I was mad at you cause I can do that baby if it’s what you want, do you want that?”

as you contemplate your answer you notice his hands don’t stop but smile drops a serious look falls over his face. he probably knows that your drunk and no os giving you a way out of this.

knowing him if you said no he would step back and act as if it didn’t happen. the thing is that you do want this to happen, maybe it’s the alcohol or the fact that you’re just really pent up and horny but you don’t see a reason to decline his offer.

you nod your head to agree but he doesn’t seem satisfied with that hands stopping to grip at your thighs squeezing them lightly.

“no princess, I need words. you say yes we continue. say no and I’ll take you to bed and go back home, answer me properly”

knowing this is your last chance to back out you appreciate his efforts in order to confirm your consent and it just gives you even more reason to say yes, knowing that he’s being respectful even though he couldn’t have done what he wanted knowing you have no way of defending yourself in this state.

“yes eren, I want this. I want you. fuck me please, i need you“

you hardly have time to register what’s happening before he’s lifting you up and making his way to your old shared bedroom. you wrap you legs around his firm torso and cling onto him tighter, even though you know that there no way he will drop you.

“only since you asked me so nicely, I’ll give you what you need don’t worry baby”

the two of you reach the bed room in record speed and eren gently sets you down on the edge of the bed kneeling down in front of you both of his hands still on the side of your thighs looking up at you with a mischievous grin.

his mouth latches onto you barely clothed sex sucking on your clit in a way that has you gasping out in ecstasy. it’s no lie to say that eren knows every inch of your body inside and out. he knows all the things that make you squirm and scream. where to touch and lick as well as h to e spots indie you that make your arch into his touch.

he moves on from sucking on your clit like a mad man thirsting for water and moves down to you dripping whole, sinking his tongue into your tight heat that hadn’t had any attention for a while. not that there weren’t a few visits from your bullet vibrator it just couldn’t make you cum the way you did when eren would fuck you.

“fuck, she really missed me didn’t she ma?”

the way he’s talking to your pussy has you rolling your eyes, but they then roll for a different reason as he adds one finger teasing his way inside of you alongside his hot tongue. “oh fuck, ‘ren don’t stop please” your hand reaches for his head gripping his hair causing it to fall loose as you pull his face further into your cunt.

both his tongue and fingers pistoling into you at a harsh pace so he not surprised when you end up cumming into his mouth as he starts to suck on your clit. he doesn’t stop scissoring his fingers inside you until you stop cumming and your moans die out, though your legs still tremble slightly due to the force of your orgasm.

“we aint done yet princess, you said you wanted to be fucked right and that’s what you’ll get. flip over”

you may be a bit drunk but that doesn’t stop you from turning over at the speed of light making you a bit lightheaded but you do regret it as you miss when eren pulls of his top and steps out his trousers and boxers, kneeling back behind you slapping his cock against your ass cheeks.

“you ready for me baby?”

he watches as you nod your head eagerly and lines his cock up with your pussy sliding in with predicted ease, filling out all the way to the hilt. both of you let out moans of pleasure “fuck- I missed you” you’re not sure if he’s talking to you or your pussy but you’re to full and stretched out to care. it would be an understatement to say that you also missed the fill of his cock. it was more like the longer you were apart the more you craved to feel him.

he was feeling sympathetic knowing that it had been a while since you had fuck him, or anyone for that matter, but when you start to rock back into him letting out small mewls of pleasure he decides not to hold back. “such a desperate whore, you cant wait to fuck yourself on my cock huh?” his words are accompanied by a hard slap to your ass causing your movements to stagger with a loud moan of “f-fuck, you’re taking too long”

he lets you move as you please for a few more moments before growing impatient and gripping your waist slamming his hips into yours. “d-daddy- fuckk!” you cant see it but you can hear the smirk as he says “you like it when daddy fucks you like this don’t you?” as he sends another harsh thrust you way, rocking the bed with the force of his thrust.

he continues with his timely thrust with the occasional slap to your ass, oscillating between that or squeezing it in both hands and playing with the fat. he can feel the way you clam down on him when he does that, knowing your body inside and out plays well in is favour, not so much in yours.

he spares no energy with is thrusts as he knows you like it when he's rough with you, fucking you into the soft sheets wit vigour, deep strokes hitting your cervix every time, the tip brushing against your sweet spot on every quick roll of his hips.

he's not surprised when he begins to hear your familiar slurred pleas of " daddy please. 's too much. slow down" to which he does the opposite and uses one and to steady your waist and the other one to hold your neck keeping your back arced "remember, you asked for this princess," your unable to move, sheets bunched up in your hands, hips held high by him, face pressed into the bed.

"made it loud and clear waat you wanted and now im giving it to you"

the slick sounds of sex circulate the room, your nonsensical moans bouncing off the walls in the room along with his skin slapping against yours as he hammers is cock into your dripping pussy. "since you asked for it m sure you can take it like a good girl cant you? noting you havent done before"

you can feel is cock start to pulse inside you and you know that he's close , and you're on the verge of release, with the way eren's pounding into you you doubt you'll be able to last much longer as well as the fact that its been ages since your last fuck, which was eren.

"next time you want something, just fucking ask"

the last three words of his sentence are each punctuated with a harsh trust, sending you over the edge as you begin to squirt all over is cock and onto the sheets below you. he can feel the way your pussy spasms around is cock as he fucks you through your orgasm, slowing down to ease you through it.

"that's it cum on daddy's cock, its all fucking yours baby, nobody can have me but you"

its only a couple more languid trusts until he's spilling is hot seed inside you with a groan of your name on his lips, hips stuttering as his grip tightens enough in a way you're sure will leave marks in the morning, body doubling over your trembling frame while he locks his hips with yours, emptying is tick load deep into your pussy.

only wen he's sure that there's no more does e finally pull out of your near limp body and gently rolls you over onto your back. peppering kisses down your torso till he settles between your legs were he begins to suck the cum out of you, causing your legs to clam around is head.

"nononono- fuck. i cant, s too much no more."

he's relentless not stopping even as your and tug at his air, pushing is tongue deep into your pussy and licking your mixed juices out of you. "just one more baby, i know you can give it to me" he's not wrong as only a second after he presses his thumb to your clit, you're cumming for the third time that evening shaking in is hold.

after tat e makes sure to clean you out as best as he can, dressing you into comfortable clothes. after cleaning himself he carries you to the guest bedroom and tucks you in deciding to leave until you reach out to him pulling him back.

he ends up wit is arms wrapped around you and your head tucked underneath is, drifting into a deep sleep. you're sure that in the morning the two of you will have a lot of things to talk about.

𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

[miya-rin]

imagine being the miya twins older sister who has had suna rintarou fully enamoured with your existence since he first met you at 15 years old.

he has tried to make many moves on you over the years to no avail; sneakily trying to place his arms around your shoulder before one of your brothers notice and throw the nearest object they can grab his way. not letting you carry anything while hes around, claiming how “youll never have to lift a finger again” if you give him a chance. hell, even dropping down to the floor to tie your shoelaces the second he realises the laces have come loose, taking his time to stand back up afterwards as he slowly rakes his eyes over your figure so he can fully take in every inch of you. every attempt of his to make you swoon for him is met with “sorry sweetheart, still not into minors” and a small ruffle of his hair which gives him a dopey smile. you would think he would start to back off eventually but to your dismay every rejection you have handed to him has just made his desire for you grow stronger - he takes your words as “try again when youre 18”

which is exactly what he does. on his 18th birthday his friends decide to throw him a massive party - being the twins chaperone you had to come along and when suna set his eyes on you, you knew there was no chance of you escaping his antics. you catch him glancing at you multiple times throughout the night before he gets pulled away by one of his guests, a disappointed look in his eyes every time he had to look away from you.

after a couple of hours you decide to step outside onto the balcony to catch some fresh air seeing as there was no sign of the party dying down anytime soon. you’re outside for maybe 5 minutes when you hear the door slide open, you already know who its going to be seeing as he has been trying to catch you alone all night, you turn around to finally face the boy and he looks as ecstatic as ever.

“happy birthday suna.” you swear you can see his soul leave his body the second those words leave your mouth, its not the first time youve said it to him tonight - youre not that cruel as to not wish the poor boy a happy birthday on his special day - but everything that comes out of your mouth looks like it sends him to heaven and back.

“thankyou yn, i appreciate you being here, but then again, i know you cant spend more that a week away from me because youre just so obsessed with me.”

“wow, am i that easy to read?” you chuckle along with him, noticing the way his gaze doesnt stray away from your face while you face forward, “so, how does it feel finally being legal?”

“incredible, it means you can finally give me a chance.” he doesnt miss the way you sigh at his words.

“suna we’v-“

“i know that we’ve been over this, but i don’t really think you mean it,” this gains an eye roll from you, “plus, my one wish when i blew out my candles was that you would give me a kiss.”

“really? well i guess your going to have to go without this year.”

“it was my birthday wish, youre not gonna deny me that are you?”

“yknow, if you tell your wish to someone it doesnt come true right?”

“yn…please,” his voice is barely above a whisper, he sounds desperate, “i have been waiting for three years, all i ask for is one kiss, just one.”

“i think youre forgetting that im 22 and you are freshly 18.”

“im still 18 though.”

“hm… you make a good point,” you see the way he perks up slightly at your evaluation, a hopeful look becoming more prominent in his eyes, “one kiss. let it be my official gift for the birthday boy.” you might have well as told him he had just one the lottery, anyone who walked past the sliding door would think you had due to the way his smile was so wide.

“thankyou” is all he can muster up before he is snaking his hand up your body and with a hand tangled up in your hair he leans down until his lips touch yours, you can feel the shit eating grin spread across his face as he gently moves his lips in sync with yours, pulling away slightly to whisper “best birthday ever” before leaning back in <3

[kitkatriel]

2. Dream

[persy-r-bozo]

guy.

[voidzzermc]

When does the no fucks given portion of adulthood start? Is it in my 20’s or like do I have to wait another 10-20 years? Is my 20’s supposed to start my transition into wizardry? Do I get a pointy hat?

This is serious.

Do. i. get. a. pointy. hat?

Omg is that when I get the pointy hat of no fucks giveth?

[awzominator]

Behold!! The Ninja Tribunal in all their fully rendered glory!!

Chikara was the hardest in terms of coloring so her colors are the most identical to the 03 designs. Hisomi on the other hand was the easiest and I will be chasing that high for the rest of my life! Anyway,, Kon is a low emergent bitch while Chikara is a high energy bitch. Jotu causes problems on purpose for everyone. Hisomi….it’s the quiet ones you gotta watch out for…

[mandiemegatron]

Would it be alright to request some Shachi content? Maybe how Shachi acts falling in love with a shy reader?

bonus If you’re feeling spicy 🥵 maybe some things that get Shachi worked up that reader does?

:O

ᴏᴍɢ ᴍʏ ꜰɪʀꜱᴛ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛ ɴᴏ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ ᴡᴀᴀᴀʏʏ!!! 😭😭😭😭😭 ʏᴇꜱ ʜᴏɴᴇʏ ɪ ᴄᴀɴ ᴀʙꜱᴏʟᴜᴛᴇʟʏ ᴅᴏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ, ʜᴇʀᴇ'ꜱ ᴀ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ʟɪʟ ꜱʜᴀᴄʜɪ ᴛʀᴇᴀᴛ ꜰᴏʀ ᴀʟʟ ᴍʏ ꜰᴇʟʟᴏᴡ ꜰᴀɴꜱ 💖💖💖💖🥰🥰 ʙɪɢ ꜱᴍᴏᴏᴄʜ , ɪ'ᴍ ꜱᴏ ʜᴀᴘᴘʏ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʜɪᴍ, ʜᴇ'ꜱ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴀ ʙɪɢ ᴏʟᴅ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛɪᴇ !!! 😍😍🤭🤭🤭

『 💖 』 𝚂𝙷𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙸 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙰 𝚂𝙷𝚈 𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙳𝙴𝚁 『 💖 』

𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒆𝒅 18+, 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆 𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒕.

💚 The second you join the Heart Pirates, Shachi and Penguin were the first to properly make the Polar Tang feel like home. Your incredibly shy nature made them a little overprotective of you, but you didn't mind, simply giggling off their antics with a wave of your hand in apology.

💚 For some reason, Shachi always had a habit of making you jump and screech, laughing like a psycho as he ran away from you, your hidden anger bursting through every time. You caught him one time, and he definitely regretted it that day, even going so far to keep distance for a few days. You were shocked at how much it hurt you, frowning at lunch and dinner times when he sat at another table on the other side of the room.

💚 You cornered him after dinner after the fourth day, huffing and pouting as you asked, "Why are you being such a friggin' butthead?!" He choked on his words with an anxious laugh, his face bright red as he rubbed the back of his head. "Uh- I, ah-" He couldn't stand how fucking adorable you were, especially when you were upset. You always spoke so softly, your meek and shy nature not seeming to fit you even though you owned it with a large smile. "I'm sorry?" You just rolled your eyes and walked away, leaving a flustered Shachi to watch you leave with an embarrassed groan.

💚 You sat next to him at breakfast and you could have gone blind at how bright his smile was, his cheeks tinted pink as he exclaimed, "There's my little mouse! So glad you could join us!" Your own cheeks burned as you dug into your food, choosing to ignore him instead. You only froze when his hand landed on your thigh, giving it a slight squeeze before settling, your eyes wide as your dissociated for a good minute. His hand only moved when Penguin called him out, "Oi, stop breakin' the poor girls' brain!"

💚 Shachi always talked your ear off during overnight command watch, the two of you having to keep the Tang from ending up eaten by a Sea King. "You want a coffee or something?" You shook your head but asked instead, "Hot chocolate?" After that, Shachi would always have a cup ready for you the second you walked in, your fingers brushing as you took the cup from him with a small smile, cheeks pink. You swat his hand away as he tries to poke your cheeks, huffing with a puff as you both make yourselves comfortable in your own seats.

💚 The first time you experienced a Sea King, you were just about to end your shift, 5 am hitting as your bed called to you. You and Shachi rose and yawned, your peripherals taking him in as he removes his sunglasses to rub at his eyes. You can't help but think how handsome he is, heart racing as you rub at your own face before going to grab your mug. You suddenly scream as the Tang is suddenly hit, your body thrown into Shachi, who moves faster than you'd ever seen to catch you. His back hits the side of the sub, and his breath leaves him, his grip tightening around you as Law scrambles into the command center. He summons a Room and Shambles' the monster away, glancing down at both of you the moment it's safe. Giving you both a once over before pulling out his personal den den mushi, he began calling everyone he could on the ship for damage control as he walked away. You shook in Shachis grasp, his own shaky breath brushing over your ear as he groans out, "You good, mouse?" You give a shaky nod before burying your face into his jumper. You stay there for as long as you could, only moving when your replacements walked in.

You just got into your PJs when there was a knock on your door. You opened it with a slight frown only to gasp softly when you saw Shachi standing there, looking a little ragged and nervous. You opened the door fully and let him in, closing it behind him and joining him to sit on your bed.

You sat cross-legged, reaching out to lightly punch his shoulder as you ask nervously, "W-What's going on, Shach? You okay?"

He doesn't speak for a while, simply sitting on the edge of the bed close to you with twiddling thumbs, chewing his bottom lip with sharp teeth. When he does finally speak, his face is bright red.

"I... was scared you got hurt, Y/N. I just needed to come make sure you were good."

You give a soft laugh and he turns to you, grinning when he sees your cheeks are just as red.

"Yeah, I'm okay. Do you need a hug?"

He nods and pulls you to him, giving you no notice as you're pulled to his lap, your legs on either side of him. He removes his glasses and buries his face into your chest, ignoring your sounds of protest as he breathes you in. You groan in embarrassment before letting your hands rest on his head, fingers running through his hair under his hat.

He groans into your breasts and you suck in a sharp breath, eyes wide as his hands wander to your ass, fingers gripping as a hardness grows under you. You press your lips into a tight line as you bite back a moan, knowing your shorts were already soaked.

"Y/N, I can't hold back anymore, I need you."

You squeak in shock, your eyes still wide as you meet his half-lidded gaze, desire written across his face.

"I've been flirting with you for weeks, but I don't think you're catching the hint."

You're unable to hold back the filthy sound he pulls from you as he roughly presses you down against him, his hard cock grinding against your clothed core with need.

"Tell me I can have you."

Your breathing is uneven as you stare each other down, taking only a second to think before you answer breathlessly,

"God, yes."

[whumpndump]

Whumpee kept in a small, dark, empty room, in complete isolation. The door is soundproof, and nobody ever visits them. There is one thing in the room, however. When they were first brought there, the chloroform soaked rag that was used to sedate them has been uncaringly dumped in the cell as well, and as nobody ever enters, it was never noticed.

At first whumpee thinks nothing of the rag, thinking only that it still smells vaguely funny.

A few days in, whumpee finds themself occasionally picking up the rag, looking at it, counting the fibers, anything for entertainment.

A week in its become somewhat of a comfort item, something they hold close on cold nights when everything is just too much.

A month in, whumpee finds themself talking to it. Venting their frustrations, bemoaning their despairs, reminiscing the good times, all to this scrap of cloth (that is technically the reason they are in there in the first place). They see it as somewhat of a friend now, and are too far gone to care how strange that is.

Several months in the rag is a comrade in arms, a fellow prisoner in this cell, the only person whumpee has left in this world to rely on. They swear that sometimes, when they talk to it, it talks back. Its the closest thing theyve had to genuine conversation in so long, this piece of cloth is their best friend.

Now I have two ideas for an ending, both taking place about a year or two into isolation, so here they both are:

1. People come to rescue whumpee, maybe their friends from before they were captured. Its a high speed situation, the team rushing in, trying to grab everyone in the facility who was being held prisoner, then rushing out again. Whumpee is screaming and crying in caretaker's arms as they run away.

"NO! PLEASE! YOU FORGOT THEM!! NO, PLEASE, GO BACK!!!"

Whumpee pleads this all the way back to safety, continuing to cry and beg for hours, and the rescue team are confused. They had taken down whumper, and confirmed that everyone held captive was freed. They chalked it up to whumpee being in shock, and tried to calm them down, explaining over and over that everyone was safe now.

Whumpee just kept on crying, knowing that their best and only friend was going to rot in that cell, and nobody but them cared.

2. Whumpee had managed to fall asleep finally. The cold concrete floors made it hard, and they only seemed to sleep 3-ish times a week, but when they slept, they slept deep.

So deep, in fact, that they didnt hear the door opening, or footsteps quickly tiptoeing in, only to leave just as fast.

When they next awoke, they sat up and looked around their cell for their companion.

Who was gone.

Whumpee wanted to scream. Wanted to beat the walls with their fists until blood dripped down. They thought they were already at their lowest point, but the rug had just been pulled out from under them, revealing they had so much further to fall.

Shellshocked and apathetic, whumpee curled up in the corner of the room with tears silently streaming down their face.

"Oh well," they said out-loud to nobody, voice tinged with delirium, eyes hollow and smile strained, "It...it was just a rag..."

[dailyeca]

INLAND EMPIRE [Legendary: Success] — A rosebud, more stem than petal. A teacup, with a steeping sachet of lavender. It will take time. But they will wait for each other.

portrait on its lonesome (disco elysium style is so. difficult hkjh i blend colors too much and am too cautious about palettes to be able to pull it off, does not help im a warm colored art kinda guy)

Dialogue: AUTHORITY — Don't let this perp get the last word! Who does he think he is, talking to you like that? RHETORIC [Medium: Failure] — Who *do* you think he is? PERCEPTION (SIGHT) [Trivial: Success] — Someone with a permanent frown. LOGIC [Easy: Success] — Someone who's a criminal. CONCEPTUALIZATION [Formidable: Success] — Someone who's an artist. HALF-LIGHT [Medium: Success] — Someone with two brass knuckles and the know-how to use them. ELECTROCHEMISTRY [Hard: Failure] — Someone who doesn't seem a lotta fun to be around! VOLITION [Heroic: Success] — …Someone who fell through the cracks. SHIVERS [Godly: Success] — Some 20-odd years ago, a kindergarten runaway is herded into the metal belly of packed public transport and emerges reborn in a new city, baptized and spitting up the holy water in the wake of an identity you could barely say was remade as much as it was, simply, made. SHIVERS — He drowns again at age 7, at age 14, and every year thereafter, water filthier and colder every time, treading without a shore in sight. Even as his limbs grow leaden, come hell or high water, he maintains that stepping foot on land after so long will doom him. INLAND EMPIRE [Legendary: Success] — He doesn't even know who he is anymore; he just feigns indifference. He is a ladybeetle inversed - in the same way there are dots of yin and yang. Stiff belief that there will always be bad in the good. Living proof that there is good in the bad. He will never shed the former, nor acknowledge the latter. EMPATHY [Heroic: Success] — Not now, at least. Not with you, and not without time.

[captain-krow-drozdov]

“How Old Are You Link?” “Good Question.”

{BOTW Link AU/Two For The Price Of One AU}

{Short Fic 490 Words, No Warnings Other Than Cursing, "This Means The Convo/Setting Is Internal Monologue/In Links Head" }

"Say Link, how old are you anyway?" Galli asked, nursing his bowl of soup.

"Oh, Um," Link stuttered before they started to count on their fingers as a very familiar internal monologue debate starts up in their mind.

Internally Tech and Link look like they had just taste-tested dubious food.

"I hate this question. Is it too much to ask for them to just accept that we're an age-less forest cryptid?" Tech grumbled, only to get an amused noise of agreement from Link.

"We really need to just come up with a stock answer and stick with it at this point..." Link muttered scrubbing his face with his hands.

"Well, let's figure this out..." Tech muttered, biting on their thumbnail. "Technically speaking, I'm as old as the Shrine Of Resurrection, but I've only been ‘Active’ since we woke up almost a year ago... Thus making me one-ish years old." Tech says head tilted to the side as if changing the angle they think about it will make it any better.

Link lets out a long-suffering sigh putting his hand on his hip and making vague twirling gestures with the other. "And I'm seventeen. But, technically speaking, I am 117." He says, turning to look at Tech.

"Therefore, making us technically, Ancient." They said simultaneously with an air of annoyance.

Tech stands up a little straighter as they smile before saying, "Eh, I think I have an idea to get em to drop the subject, but it's kinda in 'Fuck it we ball' territory."

Link gives a confused but intrigued smile and gestures for them to continue. "Well, now I'm curious, the stage is yours Ser Tech." He says with an exaggerated bow.

Externally Link looks Galli dead in the eyes and deadpans, "Ancient." The statement earns a few laughs and some headshakes from the others around the fire, success! Now on to phase two! Link's smile turns mischievous as he places a hand under his chin and asks, "Well, how old do you think I am?"

Various ages ranging from twelve through nineteen are said from the group in response, with the most frequently said age being sixteen.

Link sits back and claps his hands together with a smug smile full of teeth that are just a bit too sharp. "Alright popular vote appears to be sixteen, so we'll go with that!" Link says cheerfully as he's met with joking boos and a dramatic mutter of 'Fine keep your secrets'.

This interaction may or may not have started the new popular betting game amongst the stables and travelers of Hyrule known as "How Old Is Link This Time?" Due to Link giving different ages, usually in a believable range for his appearance, every time people ask how old he is.

Tho, some days, Link will get an odd spark in his eye and proudly state that he's 117.

No one can honestly say they fully believe he's lying on those occasions...

[bdubsgreen]

My favorite tango design headcanon is when he’s just some guy with red eyes -no tail or pointy ears/teeth- he’s just some surfer dude that got dared to look at the sun too many times. He just looks like that

[emtpybot]

This is suppose to be a background picture for something but i loved how it turned out. Heheh

[zootzbootz]

people who think making a mentally ill character a villain in a story is AUTOMATICALLY ableist every single time no matter what shut the fuck up challenge/srs

I've literally seen ppl be all "if you make your villains mentally ill/ND/disabled you are a bad person and you're ableist!" I've literally had someone directly tell me not to make a character with NPD a villain. we have NPD, mind you. and have quite a few OCS with NPD that fall all across the moral spectrum. Because that's the REALISTIC thing to do! suffering from a mental illness does not guarantee a person to be "evil" , but it doesn't guarantee a person to be "good" either.

Genuinely if you think villains can't be mentally ill, like please stop talking. PLEASE. the issue is with blaming the characters status as a bad guy on their condition and/or only having villains be canonically or coded this way. Literally all you have to do for it NOT to be ableist is

1. Not make it the REASON they're evil.

2. Let the good guys be mentally ill too. Yes, including the " scary" mental illnesses. ESPECIALLY the "scary" mental illnesses. If you balance it out it'll be less skewed.

That's literally it. in the story I'm working on currently, nearly all of the characters are neurodivergent, mentally ill, disabled, etc. both good and bad and neutral.

Remember that in the real world; anyone can be a good person, and anyone can be a bad person. though many are in between. and doesn't matter what mental illnesses someone has or doesn't have. I feel like characters in fiction should reflect that. they should be complex, and fleshed out like real people. But remember, many people are morally gray in the real world and fall somewhere in the middle. a roster of characters should reflect that. unless the black and white good and evil dichotomy is what you're going for, use "(pure) good" and "(pure) evil" characters as sparingly as you can, regardless of the characters " diagnostic history "

Just. Use. Common. Sense.

[sairee]

Hello! 

I’m Saire and I am super excited to start sharing my first ever long-form fanfiction! I started writing back in November (no promises on it being good tho) when the GhostSoap brain rot happily destroyed my mind. I’m super excited to start sharing. I’m almost close to finishing it and currently it is almost 500 pages in my word document and over 210,000 words. 

Usually my fantasies remain as maladaptive daydreaming but this one really spoke to me.

To note:

I am not a writer.

Nor do I know anything about the military. 

I’m not sure British people are even real. 

But what I DO KNOW is that these two idiots are so madly in love it’s sickening.

If any of this interests you, I would love for you to check it out on ao3. I’m honestly just excited for anyone to read it and for even one person to find enjoyment out of it like I have all these months. 

Chapters: 2/46

Fandom: Call of Duty (Video Games) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Simon "Ghost" Riley Characters: John "Soap" MacTavish, Simon "Ghost" Riley, John Price (Call of Duty), Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, Alejandro Vargas, Rodolfo Parra, Kate Laswell, Valeria Garza, König (Call of Duty), Nikolai (Call of Duty: Modern Warfare), Original Characters, John "Soap" MacTavish's Family Additional Tags: Slow Burn, Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Post-Canon, Idiots in Love, Psychological Trauma, Childhood Trauma, Brief Mention of Alcoholism, Kissing, like a lot of kissing, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Repressed Feelings, Falling In Love, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, brief depictions of prostitution, anger issues, Horny (what are tags?)

Summary:

After taking down Hassan after the events of the MWII, the 141 decided to stick around Mexico to help Alejandro and Rudy clear out some of the cartels there. During one of their jobs, they discover some concerning information about people seemingly going missing without a trace. As they begin to investigate further, the tangled web of evil and secrets sends them on a globetrotting mission in order to find out what sinister things are truly happening.

Six months coming off their newly-found but hesitant teamwork back in Las Almas, Soap and Ghost have settled themselves into an easy partnership, but as they continue to spend more time together, Soap begins to have thoughts that are definitely not appropriate to have about his Lieutenant. Ghost, struggling with his repressed trauma, had convinced himself long ago that love could never be for him, but he struggles to understand why there is something different about Soap. The two of them try to navigate this complicated, mutual attraction as they become closer and closer every day throughout their investigation. Friendship isn't in the field manual, but perhaps love is?

Below is an excerpt from chapter 2 (chapter 1 is a tiny prologue):

Stationed on a nearby roof, Ghost lay flat on his stomach, looking with focused intent through the scope of his sniper rifle. He had been waiting here for almost three hours now as he kept his eyes on the dirt road in the distance. The light of the full moon illuminated the road making it easier to see without a single streetlight.

The small pebbles on the rooftop were digging into his knees but he didn’t dare move. He controlled his breathing to be deep and deliberate, slowing his heart rate so he could concentrate better.

In between his higher vantage point and the road a kilometre out was their target of interest. The small industrial building was made from cheap concrete that was visibly chipping and cracked.

It sat in the centre of the entire property which was a disjointed and unorganized scrap yard. Tires were stacked all over the place, many having tipped over into a dense pile of rubber. The yard was littered with various car parts and gutted vehicles, some of which had been reduced to rusting frames.

The scrap yard was covered entirely with gravel without a single strand of grass peaking through and surrounded by a weak, chain-link fence. Dense but sporadic forest surrounded them on all sides.

Thankfully the motion-sensored industrial lights that soared high into the sky remained off, keeping the property, and Ghost, in thick darkness.  One lamp near the gated entrance occasionally flickered on an off every few seconds.

Very briefly, Ghost’s eyes flashed down to glance at the set of metal double doors that Gaz, Soap, and Alejandro had picked the lock for, silently infiltrating the building. They had been tasked with retrieving important documents that could lead them to the primary accountant for the cartel they were currently chasing down.

Besides the high pitched buzzing of a cicada screaming loudly in the distance, the night was especially quiet as the tree leaves rustled faintly in the warm breeze. The comms had been quiet for a long time too as the 141 along with Rudy and Alejandro, made stealth during this mission a priority.  

Just as this thought popped into Ghost’s mind, a familiar low-hummed, static sounded in his right ear.

“We’re in the basement. It’s clear,” Gaz’s smooth voice spoke over the comms quietly.

“Find the computer,” Price commanded.

“We’re on it.”

[miraiq]

KNOWING YOUR PARTNER WELL CAN POTENTIALLY MAKE WRITING TOGETHER A LOT EASIER.

repost, do not reblog this

NAME: Prince/Jehr/PJ. PJ is just a combo of the two alias' first letters. Jehr was my original when I first started out using aliases ever, which was created for me by my best friend at the time. I slowly tried to make a new alias for other muses I wanted to write without having them be associated with me-- for some reason? Wanted to hide or start fresh or something I guess? Same friend also made me take a HomeStuck quiz to get my... uh... vibe? I don't recall what it was, but the answer was Prince of the Light and I used that as my personal url for years, so I actually took the newer alias from that.

PRONOUNS: He/Him

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION: Discord is the fastest way to get responses from me, simply because the app is always logged in on my phone and pc, while tumblr is only logged in to my personal tumblr via my phone. Any mutuals that would like to add me on Discord: princem0n

NAME OF MUSE(s): For my sanity, google doc for full list. Otherwise, main/actively in use muses: Severa/Selena(FE), Caelus(HSR), Serval(HSR), Kyo(Fruits Basket)

BEST EXPERIENCE: To be perfectly honest shit-posting/memes are always a welcome relief and the best way to destress. I recall previously that myself and group of fellow hooligans would constantly make photoshop edits of stupid things that would go around on the dash. Example(s) of something(s) I made during that time:

But I also really enjoyed being able to deep dive into characters relations and how they worked against or with each other. Especially when it came to characters who didn't have their entire story brought to the forefront, like most videogame characters. You don't get to see the behind the scenes stuff with them, most the time, so it's fun to see how they could have gone about or reacted to different situations/after the fact/how it affected them.

RP PET PEEVES / DEALBREAKERS: Lack of communication. Sometimes I forget things, so I'll typically come ask for an answer or reconfirming that I didn't miss something or misinterpret anything. If there is an issue, I am begging, please just approach me. I often will do this if I have a problem, all I ask is the same in return. I can't stand constantly being left on read, especially when trying to discuss stuff plot related. We can't be on the same page if we don't have conversations going BOTH WAYS.

Other than that I'm pretty relaxed. I, as a slow writer, won't hound people practically ever for responses. We're adults, life happens, things come up, muses hide or aren't as strong as others. As long as you aren't actively ignoring me/our threads, there's no problem. If I don't see you posting at all then I know you just need a breather and that is A-OKAY. This is a hobby for fun. Why be fussy and cause problems due to impatience? I guess that is another pet peeve- impatience- lmao.

MUSE PREFERENCES: Bottoms. I notice myself writing of lot of "tsundere" types? Or redheads. I just love them. Misunderstood but fight against the world because they don't want anyone to know that they're broken.

PLOTS OR MEMES: Both. Both is good. Everything in balance. I used to meme a lot, and I've definitely toned it down. But I don't know, sometimes getting too serious or having too many think-hard-about threads can be tiring, and lil shitposting is a good breather to be able to let you get back on with it.

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: Both are nice. I tend to overwrite, simply because my style will typically go into my muse's thought process(es), or if the thread is still being established, I try to set the scene or give background information. But, short replies are nice. Gives you a small thing to work on and take a rest between lengthier threads. That's also why I like random inbox prompts. Not all of them have to go anywhere- just gives you a space to do something else aside from your drafts.

BEST TIME TO WRITE: I am absolutely not a morning person. Night owl to the max. You will see me up still at 3am more often than not. I typically wake up around 10am-1pm, so I'm usually writing right around dinner.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): In some aspects, sure. Not entirely like one-for-one with any muse, but there's always at least a piece of myself in each muses. Helps write them better, in my opinion. Only exceptions typically being any "self-insert" like characters. (ie. Robin/Avatar from Fire Emblem: Awakening). Most of those characters still have a base personality to them though, so unless you completely customize them, they're still pretty "how do YOU respond" choices change how they are.

Tagged by: Stealing dis from Rath Tagging: Yo who wants to let me know their lore?