#let me try to actually submit this to the right blog

[mitamicah]

And so it arrived :3 🧡💚

(still a bit butthurt that it didn't come with a digital download code - oh well, I guess I just have to wait a bit longer before I can hear Morgan and Kovis x'D)

Also please excuse my hair - I guess it chose today to experiment with its own identity /j xD

[mythicmanuscripts]

SUB!AEMOND HEADCANNONS

Hello lads! Sub!Aemond lives rent free in my brain so I have decided to dump some head cannons for my thoughts on it. If you like what you read here, would like me to expand on some thoughts or would like to request an imagine/blurb, then check out my blog!

Needless to say, NSFW content under the cut.

Aemond tries to seem dominant at first, especially when you first met him. But that is very much just a facade. The first time you kiss, you give his hair a little pull and he whines and whimpers and just melts.

The moment you give him an order, no matter how small, he will do it instantly. Like, he'll be pretending to be in control but then you ask him to pour your wine and instantly he's doing it, and slapping the servant's hand out of the way when they go to do it because you asked him!!

Once he's done whatever you asked of him, he looks at you. He tries to seem indifferent, but he's watching you very closely to see your reaction, he can't relax until you've thanked him and praised him. If you don't praise him, he will think that he did badly.

Speaking of praise, he THRIVES on praise. From the first time you complemented him, he's hooked. Even the smallest complement or praise will make him struggle to hide his smile.

Also, once you start to praise him regularly he just... stops caring about what anyone else to say about him? He's not trying to impress Allicent or Otto anymore, not at all. As long as you're happy with him, he needs absolutely nothing else.

He LOVES being manhandled? He never expected to like it, until one day you're kissing and you just kinda move him to whatever position you want and just melts. He loves it, he will let you do whatever you want with his body.

I actually don't think it would take very long for Aemond to submit and be vulgar? And I think this because I think that the moment you start to praise him and support him he just... he's hooked. You call him pretty and walk away and instantly he's running after you, not wanting to without you for even a moment.

He's so desperate for that love and affection that when you offer it he just can't resist, and then couple that with you actually taking charge and telling him what to do? Marriage. Marriage right now.

alright alright let's do some real NSFW absolute filth now

the day Aemond discovers he can make you cum by giving you head is the day Aemond discovers his new favourite pass time.

Not only it is just very enjoyable for him but he gets to please you?? He gets to please the person who loves him and takes care of him?? He has that person moaning his name?? God he needs it.

He will beg to give you head, will cry and whimper and shake if you tell him to fuck you immediate. He only stops whining when you promise he can use his tongue to clean you up after.

He loves when you're rough, push him against the wall, pull his hair, choke him. He just melts under your touch.

However, and this is very very very important, absolutely no humiliation. None. Zero. He can't handle that, he lets you manhandle him because he knows you love him. Treat him harsh while saying the sweetest things. Call him your sweet pretty boy while choking him.

He loves to vent to you about his day, but he wants to do it between your thighs. Aemond's ideal way to end the day is to crawl into bed, licking and sucking you to his heart's content while he complains about how fucking stupid the small council is every time he takes a breath.

I have more thoughts but this is already longer than I thought so let me know if you want more!

[19burstraat]

ketterdam dashboard simulator 2 (electric boogaloo)

(first one here)

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Who submitted Kaz Brekker. don't take the piss he's literally wanted every other Wednesday

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Wait what did Brekker do

🌊 boekcanaling

Girl what DIDN'T he do

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Ghezen's Day Piss Up starts TONIGHT at the Kaelish Prince! Come down before four bells and get ten kruge off your first drinks purchase and an extra spin on Makker's Wheel!

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HOW DID YOU GET PAST THE FUCKING VPN. FUCK YOU KAZ BREKKER. FUCK YOU SO MUCH. YOU DO THIS EVERY TIME. WE'RE NOT EVEN DOING ANYTHING TO YOU. WE'RE ALL JUST PEOPLE WITH JOBS. TRYING TO GET BY. MOST OF US NEVER EVEN SPOKE TO ROLLINS. THIS IS SO TWISTED. YOUR ACTUALLY WRONG IN THE HEAD. WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU. I ACTUALLY CAN'T DEAL WITH THIS ANYMORE. I'M SICK.

👤 dregsofficial

*you're

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#234: build mickey's dick smasher between east and west stave

🍷dregsconfessions

So I've been a dregs member for a long time (I'm in my 30s now) and back when I was a new grunt I was especially trolleyed at the Crow Club, and I ended up spilling like half my pint on the head of one of Haskell's feral little runners, yk one of the little kids?? I just kind of mopped him with my sleeve and said sorry and figured that it was the end of it... however it has occurred to me lately that it actually might have been Kaz. Honestly I never could tell the difference between all the kids, and I didn't look properly at him, but now I've been waking up in a cold sweat several times a week thinking about it. Is it time for me to retire from the gang life

#submisson #admin comment: lately all of these have just been ppl embarrassing themselves in front of kaz

🧇 stroopwafels

There's definitely blogs on here that are undercover advertising for the Dregs btw. I accuse that one that thirstposts abt Dirtyhands

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:( no I'm a Razorgull actually

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WHAT???????

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I have eyes :/

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You won't for much longer if your boss finds out omfg

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you guys are cowards for not wanting to fuck Brekker. Out of my way ghezenboy I'm bout to get it

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My wallet is Gone

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Kaz Brekker isn't violent. Dirtyhands is. Get it right

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Gonna rob a bank tomorrow and when the stadwatch come I'm gonna tell them it was my alter ego Countess Boochie Flagrante

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sooooo sick of seeing people say that the council of tides shouldn't have complete control over kerch shipping. they stop the island from sinking??? every day?? have some respect

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idk about you guys but I'd be popping the BIGGEST bottles if kerch started sinking

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me and the girls when kerch starts sinking

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guys you have 24 hours to unfollow sanktvladimirs not only are they impersonating and mocking real etherealki and real saints (they are NOT a member of the second army) they're a dregs member, and I bet they're a fucking ka/nej too

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@ dregsofficial

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I DIDN'T MEAN IT LIKE THAT

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WHO SENT ME AN ANON ASK WITH MY ADDRESS

🍷dregsundrained

guys I was looking at the wiki contributions who the fuck added a jesper fahey page to the dregs wiki... from inside the stadhall???

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you know what. don't even worry about it

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🍃 squallertales follow

the wraith was only seventeen when she started hunting slavers???? she should have been at the club

#DON'T crawl out of the woodwork and say 'oh the crow club-' #the REAL CLUB. for FUN

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it's so nice to know no one agrees on this

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

OPENASKBOX TIME HERE ARE THE GROUND RULES

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the BEST CHANCE of getting it written live today is to send in your requests with 3 different asks within the first hour or so of the stream going live. after the first hour, it's not gonna matter if it's in one or three asks cuz I'll be scheduling them out in advance and everything that follows the rules above will get written eventually

If you want to jump the ENTIRE queue and get your card done immediately, there are ways to donate on the twitch stream to get your request done with an ink of your choice. You can still submit 3 free requests in addition to what you pay for.

I’ll be streaming the entire time the askbox is open on twitch @ miathecalligrapher, trying to get as many of these done today as possible live. Once 10PM EST hits, the askbox will close but if you get your request into the askbox by then, it will be done eventually as I always have 4 cards up per day.

Here’s the link to my twitch, we’ll start a little after 2 o’clock EST.

Here is a direct donation link to my streamlabs, it works like a ko-fi but I’ve got it set to give me alerts on my twitch so I can see and thank you straightaway for supporting my takeout order

If you would like to receive the card you buy/request for, physically in the mail, here is the shop link:

feel free to dm me first to discuss discounting if you'd like multiple of your cards in a bundle

if you subscribe to my channel on a regular basis, I'll keep your cards back and send them out periodically regardless

there'll be 2 donation goals - one as a forty dollar threshold for ordering food, and the other one will be set at $160 since that's ABOUT the equivalent of living wage for the amount of time I'll be streaming.

[dollwritesarchive]

okay, I like to think knowing that Bachira is an energetic boy, he would love to ram inside of you with a chaotic speed. or, just atleast let you grind on his thigh at a fast pace.

other then that, I love your blogs! You have been a big inspo to me, love it :))

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!reader, dubcon, bachira likes it rough, titty slapping, playful degradation, suggested cnc, all characters featured are 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ give it up for my very first bachira blurb! do not repost or translate. please reblog && leave feedback. thanks for reading < 3

he always loved to pretzel you, to use you up until you had not even an ounce of energy left to grab on to his shoulders. he didn’t even want you coherent enough to cry his name; Bachira loved that glassy, far away look in your eyes when he’d fucked the thoughts right out of your head.

and how did he do that?

by pushing your limits, of course.

“Ba— chi— ra—!” you were panting, eyes rolling back behind your lids. “Slow! Slow down!” his pace was brutal; so fast that you could hardly keep track of the sound of his body slamming into yours. when did one slap end and the next begin? you couldn’t even be sure. your insides were churning, walls fluttering spastically, trying to grip him, wanting to savor the sensation of his depth, but he wasn’t slowing down. not even when you begged. not even for a moment.

“Now why would I do that?” he croons, pressing you into the wall harder as if to remind you who was really in charge here. with your leg stretched between your bodies, your ankle draped over his shoulder, it was difficult to keep your balance on one foot, with your knee threatening to buckle from the sheer force of pleasure he bullied into you. so, you were grateful that he was pinning you to that wall, even if his tight fist grasping your hair at the roots of your crown was stinging, even if he could fuck you stupid from this position, and you could do nothing to stop him, at least you knew he wouldn’t let you fall. “When you squeeze me so tight when I pound ya just like this?”

you mewl, helplessly, when he grasps a handful of your bare breast and squeezes, so you roll your head on your shoulders and peer up at him with puppy eyes, gripping his wrist. you tried to push yourself up on to your tippy toes to ease the pounding, “I— can’t take it—“ but Bachira was grinning ear to ear, sweat trickling down in glimmering streams against his countenance. “‘S too much!”

“You’re always so whiny, and every single time I make this pretty pussy take it. Do you ever learn, baby, or do you just like to beg me all pathetic and watch me break you, anyways?” his breathing is ragged, swatting at your breasts to watch them bounce, and he guides your head back, closer to his, by the vice on your scalp, like an animal’s reins, and you submit with an undeniably happy whine, pressing the back of your head against his collarbone. “You like it when I’m mean to you too much, yeah? Gets you wet when I tell you no?” staring up at him, you shake your head, but you’re trying not to smile, breathless and weak and unsure if you actually could hold out this time, but your sex tightens around him, and he has his answer. “You don’t want me to stop,” he breathes out, falling against you and nipping at your cheek and jaw, leaving a trail of happy lovebites and his spit on your skin, his hips smacking against yours at such speed and velocity that you reach forward and try to hold on to the wall, squealing with sordid delight and awe, “you’d so much rather I fuck it like I stole it, and you’re such a lucky slut— because that’s my favorite way.”

[emisloves]

CLASSROOM SHENANIGANS ✦ Y.JW

pairing: jungwon x fem!reader

genre: explicit content (smut, profanities), enemies to ???

warnings: porn barely any plot, somewhat unreal situation, fucking in a classroom (college classroom, although it will not be explicitly mentioned)

smut tags: dubcon/non-conish (reader does want it), unprotected sex (a big no!), meandom!won, very slight softdom!won, fluff (if you squint), pussydrunk!won, cum eating, oral (both m and f receiving), overstimulation, face fucking, humiliation, doggy, creampie, breeding kink, dumbification, degradation, praising, squirting, multiple orgasms, very basic after care, lmk if I missed any!

wc: 4k

a/n: looks familiar? i had posted it on @/emi-en, my previous blog.

Jungwon tolerated a lot of your bullshit. You want to misplace his already submitted assignments? He can do the same. You want to purposely bump into him in the cafeteria when he is carrying his food so that it all spills onto the floor? He can do it too. You want to boo at him during his football game? He can deal with that. You want to give him nasty glares in the hallways and whisper dumb shit about him to your friends? He can deal with that too. You want to flirt with his friends and get into their pants?

Now that. That is something he absolutely won't tolerate.

Which was why when he saw you all over Heeseung, he went livid. To think you would stoop low enough to try and get his best friend into bed with you, just to annoy him was a new kind of low, even for you.

Obviously, he wasn't going to let that slide.

He quickly marched up to you both, before wrapping his hand around your wrist tightly and practically ripping you off him. Before either of you could protest, he dragged you away, pulling you into a random empty classroom, before slamming the door shut and locking it. He turned around to you with a clenched jaw, his anger radiating off him in waves.

"What the actual fuck were you trying to do with him?"

You scoffed, feeling pissed at how he very rudely interrupted you both just before you could convince Heeseung to hook up with you. "What do you think I was trying to do? Pick flowers?"

Jungwon poked the inner side of his cheek with his tongue, before quickly walking towards you, grabbing you by the shoulders and slamming you onto the wall. He pinned your wrists above your head. Leaning towards your face, he gritted out through his teeth.

"Don't get all sarcastic with me princess. You won't like the result of that."

You looked at him, shocked at the turn of events. You glared at him with utmost animosity. "What the fuck?!"

He smirked at your expression, tightening his grip on your wrists. "What happened princess? Not having fun anymore?"

You wanted to rip that smirk right off his face. You struggled in his grasp, trying to free your wrists. "Let go of me you― "

Before you could complete your sentence, he brought one hand to your neck, squeezing it tight enough to restrict your oxygen. He glared at you. "Shut up slut. One more word from you and I'll make sure you'll regret ever crossing paths with me."

You widen your eyes, gulping at his words, a slight shiver running through you. You didn’t want to find out if he would carry out his threat or not. Your neck hurt slightly from the pressure he was putting. Even if he noticed your discomfort, he didn’t care. He continued to glare at you.

“Now, will you answer my question or not?”

You were scared of him at the moment, yes, but that did not mean you were going to give him the satisfaction of having the upper hand over you. So you did what you could do best at the moment. You kept silent.

Obviously, he did not take that nicely. He squeezed your neck harder. “Speak up, slut. Were you trying to get into his pants like the whore you are? Hm? Going that low just to piss me off? For what? Think you will prove something that way?”

You kept silent, opting to glare at him instead. He poked his inner cheek with his tongue, before taking his hand off your neck, using both hands to keep your wrists pinned above your head. He brought his face near yours.

“Since you want to be silent so badly, I’ll make sure you’re screaming for the next couple of hours, till you lose your voice and have no other choice but to be silent.”

Before you could process his words, he shoved his knee between your legs, his thigh coming in direct contact with your clothed core. You gasped in surprise, your legs instinctively trying to close themselves, only to end up pushing his thigh further into you. “Wh-What the fuck?― ”

He let out a dark chuckle, flexing his thigh muscles under you. He leaned down into the crook of your neck, pressing soft, butterfly kisses into your neck. The combined sensation of him kissing your neck while having his thigh right under you was starting to affect you more than you would like to admit. Heat was pooling into your lower region, slick starting to gush out of you, causing your panties to start sticking to your folds uncomfortably. You bit your lip to prevent any moans from escaping, an action that definitely did not go unnoticed by him. He brought his lips near your ear, speaking in a low, raspy tone.

“What happened princess? Thought you weren’t enjoying this? Hm? Were you just putting on an act? Trying to hide that you’re just a whore who would do anything to get into a guy’s pants?”

You frantically shook your head, trying desperately to remove his hold on you. “I- I’m not― ”

He tightened his hold on you. “Not what doll? Not enjoying this? Hm? Are you telling me that you aren’t wet right now? That if I were to slip my hand in between your legs I wouldn’t find you dripping?”

You whimpered, trying to desperately get your hands out of his grip, all your efforts being in vain. He let out a chuckle at your futile attempts, shoving his thigh further into your folds, feeling the wetness starting to seep into his jeans.

He groaned slightly at the feeling, grabbing your waist and lifting you, causing you to let out a startled yelp and grab onto his shoulders tightly. You instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist, causing your chests to collide. He steadied you, before pressing his lips to yours with a new found urgency, kissing you with fervor. He brought one of his hands to your nape, using his thumb to press into the hollow of your neck, causing you to let out a startled gasp. He took the chance and slipped his tongue inside, hungrily swallowing your moans and gasps. The room was filled with the wet smacking of lips and small muffled moans and grunts. It was only when he started to rut against you that you realized what you were doing. Letting out a muffled whine, you tried to push him away by the shoulders. He growled into your mouth, tightening his grip on your waist. He carried you off the wall, before setting you down on the edge of a desk. He stood between your parted thighs, his tight grip on your waist leaving bruises.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this. Not after you were dripping on my thigh a minute ago.”

His voice sent shivers down your spine. Sure you had seen Jungwon mad a lot of times but this? He didn’t look the same as how he normally looked when he was mad. His gaze was dark, his jaw clenched tightly, the veins on his neck being prominent. You gulped, his expression making you want to curl into yourself and shrink away from his gaze. You subtly tried to climb off the desk and get away from him. He immediately noticed the movement, immediately putting his hand on your neck and pushing you down to lie down flat on the desk, your legs hanging from the edge of the desk. You let out a startled gasp, staring at him with wide eyes, your heart hammering against your chest. His expression was downright terrifying, darkened eyes glaring holes into your face, jaw clenched tightly. He pinned your wrists above your head, leaning down to hover over you. You tried to shake off his grasp in vain. Suddenly, he brought one hand down to your stomach, slipping his hand under your shirt and pushing it up, making you let out a gasp. He lightly trailed his fingers over your stomach, bringing them up to your bra. Your breath hitched for a second, before you started to squirm again. “D-Don’t please― ”

He let out a dark chuckle in response. “Don’t want me to continue?” He slipped his fingers under your back, swiftly unhooking your bra, making you let out a loud gasp. The cold air made contact with your breasts, making your nipples harden up almost immediately. He pinched your breast with one hand, pinching and swirling the nipple with one hand, making you let out loud whines, begging him to stop, despite it feeling good. He ignored your pleas, bringing his head down to wrap his mouth around the other nipple, making you let out a loud gasp, your back arching off the desk. He swirled his tongue around the hardened bud, eliciting a loud moan from you, which you quickly tried to cover up with a whine. He smirked slightly, continuing to play with your breasts. Finally, he unlatched his mouth from your nipples, smashing his lips to your own, his tongue immediately pushing into your mouth. You let out a mewl, which he gladly swallowed. He let his hand which was previously fondling your breast travel down, between your legs. He cupped your clothed core, immediately feeling how wet you were, your slick drenching through the fabric and into his hand, making him smirk. He whispered against your lips.

“Look at you princess, your cunt is drooling all over my hand. Thought you didn’t want this? Hm?”

You whined, your hips bucking into his hand unconsciously. He let out a chuckle, his hand working quickly to unfasten the button of your shorts, quickly discarding them. He rubbed his thumb over your clit through your panties, making you whimper. He smirked into the kiss, before slipping your panties off, a string of arousal clinging to it, shoving them into the pocket of his jeans. He ran his finger over your folds, collecting your slick. He broke the kiss, bringing his fingers to his mouth, tasting your slick. He moaned at the taste, before kissing you again, making you taste yourself. He groaned into your mouth.

“See how heavenly you taste love? Can’t believe you have denied me of this for so long. Need to eat you out right now.”

Before you could react, he had moved away from you, promptly gripping you tightly and flipping you on your stomach. He kneeled down in front of your legs, using his tight grip on your thighs to part them. He brought his mouth near your cunt, watching slick gush out. He blew air on it, watching it clench around nothing. He licked a hot stripe over your slit, swirling his tongue around your clit, making your clutch the edge of the desk and let out a whine. He thrust his tongue inside your folds, licking and slurping up your slick, causing more of it to gush out. You let out moans of pleasure, your back arching slightly. He brought a hand to your clit, rubbing on the bundle of nerves with his thumb at a fast pace, the added sensation making you let out choked gasps and whines. You tried to beg him to slow down.

“J-Jungwon pl-please slow down― it‘s too much―”

He ignored your pleas, continuing to fuck his tongue into you while rubbing on your clit. If your slick tasted this good, then how would your cum taste? Only one way to find out. He increased the pace of his assault on your pussy, alternating between sucking your slick out of it and fucking his tongue into it. You could feel the coil in your stomach tighten, causing you to moan louder, clutching the edge of the desk tightly. He could tell by the change of pitch in your voice that you were close, causing him to rub your clit harder and at a faster pace than before. You arched your back, your mouth open in a silent scream as pure ecstasy washed over you, the coil in your stomach finally snapping. Jungwon continued to lap at your cunt like a starved animal, not letting a single drop of your essence go to waste. You tasted way better than he imagined, causing him to continue to lap at your cunt, even as you whined and begged him to stop because of how sensitive you felt. He nuzzled his face into your pussy, addicted to its taste. He continued to eat you out, until you were shaking and crying, as another orgasm crashed over you.

He lapped it all up, before reluctantly unlatching his lips from your pussy. He pressed a kiss on your clit, watching you flinch from the over sensitivity. He pulled you up by the waist, your legs shaking tremendously, pressing your back flush to his chest. He placed a kiss on your bare shoulder, watching you shiver. He pulled your shirt off completely, before turning you around.

“Won’t you help me with my clothes, pretty? It’s only fair after you let me get a taste”

You could barely stand up, your legs shaking terribly. Your knees almost buckled, causing him to quickly grab your waist, steading you. He looked at you expectantly, causing you to bite your lip and look down, avoiding his gaze. You slowly reached your hands towards the end of his shirt, slowly lifting it up. He let go of your waist, lifting his arms up to help you out. You took off his shirt, drinking in the sight of his bare torso. He seemed to be doing the same, marveling at the sight of your bare body, as if he hadn’t just pulled out two quite literally mind blowing orgasms out of you.

You shook the thought off your mind, focusing on the view in front of you, lightly trailing her hand over his well-defined torso, making him let out a small groan. He grabbed your hand, glaring at you. “Just because I gave you the privilege to help me take off my clothes doesn’t mean you get to touch me, not unless I tell you to.”

He pushed your hand off, causing you to almost lose your balance. Noticing him still glaring at you, you slowly sink down to your knees, before slowly raising your hands to the waistband of his pants, sliding them down. Your eyes widened as you stared at his outline through his boxers, nearly salivating at the sight. Just from the outline itself you could tell he was bigger than all the guys you have hooked up with so far. He smirked at your reaction. “If you hurry up, maybe I’ll let you have a taste.”

You didn’t have to be told twice, immediately sliding down his boxers, freeing his length from its confines. It slapped on his stomach, beads of precum sticking to his stomach. You looked up at him, asking him for permission through your eyes, not wanting to piss him off again. He raised his brows at you, motioning with his eyes to his cock. His tip was an angry red, leaking precum, the sight of it making you gulp. You took him in your hands, slowly stroking it.

His reaction was almost instant, as he threw his head back, letting out a low groan. His reaction encouraged you to stroke him faster, before bringing your mouth closer. You kitten licked the tip, before swirling your tongue around it, collecting the precum, savoring its taste. He let out another groan, before bucking his hips, causing you to encase him with your mouth, your eyes widening at the sudden movement. Taking advantage of your moment of shock, he fisted your hair, before shoving his entire length inside your mouth, causing you to gag. 

You immediately latched your hands on his thighs, as he started thrusting in your mouth at a rapid pace, causing you to try your best to relax your jaw fully to accommodate his size completely. He repeatedly pounded into your mouth, causing you to gag and choke around him, your eyes tearing up. He groaned at the sight, fisting your hair. “Finally that slutty mouth of yours is coming into good use.”

You could barely breathe, your face starting to turn red, spit and drool leaking from the corners of your mouth, but he didn't seem to care about that. He kept on thrusting without mercy, bringing his hand that was fisting your hair to grab your face, squeezing your cheeks to make them hollow around his dick. Your tongue brushed on the vein on the underside of his cock, making him let out a guttural moan, before spilling his load into your mouth. He rode out his high, before slowly pulling out, watching the tears run down your cheeks, a mixture of cum and spit leaking down from the corner of your lips. Your chest kept rising and falling, as you tried to catch your breath. He tapped your chin. “Swallow.”

You swallowed, before sticking out your tongue to show him. Smirking at how you stuck out your tongue without having been told to, he parted your head. “Good girl.”

You clenched around nothing at his words, your thighs squeezing together, an action which he certainly did not miss. He chuckled darkly, looking at her with a mocking pout. “So wet just from sucking cock? Such a cockhungry slut, can't go one minute without being filled up one way or the other, can you?”

You became even wetter at his words, you slick starting to form a puddle on the floor below you. He smirked at the sight, giving you a mocking pout. “Look at you baby, making such a mess on the floor. Clean it up baby, go on.”

You blinked furiously at his words. Clean it up…? He was starting to lose the sarcastic pout, his jaw starting to clench the longer you took to move. Not wishing to anger him further, you got off the floor, before leaning down to lick up your slick from it. Your face and neck burned from humiliation, not looking anywhere else, focusing on licking up the slick to appease him. You could hear him moving around, but before you could look up or speak, you felt a harsh tug on your waist. You gasped, feeling him manhandle you onto all fours, ass up, face down. He leaned on your back, bringing his lips to your ear. “Don’t you dare stop licking off the floor, there better not be a trace of your slick on it by the time I’m done. Or else…”

Before you could register his words, you felt something prodding at your entrance, letting out a loud gasp as he entered you in one go, bottoming out almost immediately. He groaned at the feeling of your walls engulfing him.

“Fuck baby, how are you still so tight?”

He gripped your hips tightly, snapping his own to yours without giving you any time to adjust to him, causing you to cry out from the delicious mixture of pain and pleasure. Every thrust of his caused you to see stars, your cries, the snapping of his hips to yours and his grunts were the only sounds in the room. He fisted your hair, pushing your head down. “What did I say? Lick up your mess and make it spotless before I’m done with you.”

You tried your best to obey, sticking out your tongue to try and comply- only to end up drooling and making a bigger mess. Groaning at the sight, he wrapped a hand around your waist, pulling your back flush to his chest. The new angle allowed him to reach deeper, brushing against your cervix with every thrust, causing your eyes to roll into the back of your head, tongue lolling out, spit and drool falling from the corner of your mouth, lips parted in a silent scream. He wrapped his hand around your neck, applying enough pressure to cut off your oxygen. Bringing his mouth near your ear, he spoke.

“Dumb fucking whore, can’t even think with a cock inside her- probably wouldn’t care if I bred this slutty pussy, would you? You would like that, wouldn’t you? I can feel you clench around me― fucking slut.”

You let out a moan at his words, the band in your stomach continuing to tighten. A particularly hard thrust finally pushed you to the edge- eyes rolling back, head falling back, mouth hanging open with your tongue lolling out― it was an obscene sight, but to Jungwon you looked more beautiful at that moment than you ever had. He kept pounding into you even as you came, a white ring forming at the base of his cock. It didn’t take long for you to become sensitive after he helped you ride out your high, causing you to squirm. “Jungwon p-please it’s too much I can’t―”

He rolled his eyes, pulling out, before flipping you on your back. Pinning your wrists above your head, he leaned down. “Tell me something darling, do you really think you’re in the position to make demands right now?”

You gulped, staring at him fearfully. He seemed to be getting even more pissed by your silence, judging by his clenched jaw and darkened eye. Suddenly, he let go of your wrists, moving back slightly. Grabbing the calf of your leg, he threw it over his shoulder, before doing the same with the other. He grabbed your hips, before entering you again, causing you to cry out from the oversensitivity. He paid no heed to your cries, picking up his speed, dragging himself across your walls at a tantalizing slow speed, causing you to feel every inch of him, causing you to cry out from the sensation. He grabbed your thighs, before bending them, causing you to almost bend into half, continuing to snap his hips into yours at a bruising pace. Every thrust brushed against your g-spot, causing you to cry out from the oversensitivity. It was painful, but it felt so good at the same time. He felt his cock twitch inside you, immediately bringing one hand to rub your clit furiously, determined to get you off at the same time as he did. The added sensation caused you to arch your back, your eyes rolling back till only the whites were visible.

White hot pleasure washed through you in tidal waves, as he continued to fuck into you, even as your squirt continued to spray on his hand and lower abdomen. He felt you clench around him, giving him the final push to throw his head back and cum, shooting load after load inside you as you shook from the over sensitivity and over stimulation. He rode out his high, staying inside you until his cock became soft and slipped out on its own. He stood up, quickly putting on his clothes. He dug into his backpack and produced a box of wet tissues, using them to clean you up. He helped you put on your clothes, before pulling you to him by the waist.

“Listen to me very carefully princess― you are now mine. If I see you talking with any guy other than me, then that guy will end up dead. Be very careful princess.”

You gulped, before nodding, not wishing to piss him off further. You quickly left the classroom, already devising ways to reject him without seeming like a self-absorbed bitch.

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"womanly advice" // JJK AU PT. 3!

incl: satoru gojo, suguru geto

content: NSFW, unprotected sex, dirty talk, degradation, hair pulling, spitting, creampies, teasing, cunnilingus, f!reader, established-ish relationships

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satoru gojo

“did you do this for meee?” gojo teases, feigning shock as he drags his fingers across the bare stretch of skin where your pajama shorts would usually be. your hand clasps over his tightly once it starts to travel further inward, your eyes wide. 

“no, actually, you woke me up to come over and i forgot i sleep without pants on,” you correct, stilling his hand with an iron grip that he could easily overcome if he so pleased, but your grip falters when he begins to pepper feather-light kisses under your jaw. “p-plus, we can’t do anything, anyway.”

“you on your period or somethin’?” he murmurs against your neck, his cool breath fanning out over your quickly warming skin. it tickles, but you aren’t giggling; you blush, eyelashes batting as your eyes start to slip shut. no, you think, weakly trying to snap yourself out of whatever trance gojo’s trying to put you in, but failing miserably.

“no,” you whisper, sighing softly when gojo nips at your earlobe before kissing the spot just behind it. biting down on your bottom lip to hush yourself, you decide that some kisses won’t hurt. maybe.

“not ready? just don’t want to? ‘s okay,” kiss, open-mouthed and soft, right at your pulse point. 

“no– no, i want to, i just…” god damn his mouth, you think to yourself, just wanting to finish one sentence without your voice faltering into a pathetic little whine, you swallow, your throat thick with anticipation, before finishing your thought. “haven’t shaved in a while, so…”

gojo’s lips stop working their magic on your neck, and he pushes himself up to look at you, unimpressed. “i’m a grown man.”

“what’s that supposed to mean?”

“it means exactly what i said,” he emphasizes, pressing a kiss to your lips. “i’m a grown man, i don’t care.”

“... are you sure–?”

gojo interrupts you with another kiss, this one searingly slow, saccharine if not for the implication behind it: shut up. you do, of course, submitting to his kiss with a soft sigh, his tongue taking the opportunity to swipe against the plushness of your lower lip, a silent command to let him explore. 

as if he was in control of both his body and yours, in one fell swoop he changes your position, now hovering over you between your slightly spread legs. gojo’s arms cage you in, one elbow on either side of your head but conscious not to put any weight on your hair, letting his knees slide lower in the bed until his torso is flush with yours. the connection of your kiss never breaks, and gojo’s swallowing every gasp, moan, sigh, and whimper that he pulls from your throat as he glides his tongue over yours. 

snaking your arms around his neck, you let your hands learn the pattern of the crafted muscles of his back,  memorizing the way they feel under the gentle pressure of your fingertips. it makes him groan, something low and free as you rub at the tense, taut, covered flesh of his back. 

breaking the kiss, gojo lifts himself upright to gaze down at you, your lips kissed cherry red and your cheeks blossoming a sort of pink he swears he’s only seen in magazines. one finger slides between his temple and his blindfold, crooking around it and tugging it off, leaving his view of you unobstructed. there’s something about the action that makes you melt against your sheets, wanting more than anything to press your thighs together, yet you’re unable to as he pulls them over his own.  

you hadn’t noticed before, too caught up in tongues and lips, but in the low lamplight, you see gojo’s shirt. black, compressive, clinging to each and every contoured muscle of his body; his arms, his shoulders, his chest, his sides, his impressively stacked abdominal muscles that you could feel before you even saw… and then his hands take hold of the hem of the shirt, peeling it off of himself to join his hoodie on the floor, those same muscles now bare before you. you’re speechless. 

“this alright?” he asks, but you’re completely absorbed in the magnificent view. the way his gray sweats sit low on his hips, the waistband of his boxers visible for a half-inch above them, the chiseled ‘V’ dipping into that waistband, the daunting trail of snow-white hair centered between it all, and the outline of… god, you can’t even finish that thought. “i think somebody likes the view,” gojo teases, so smug that if you weren’t putty in his hands, you’d kick him out here and now.

not keen on waiting for a response, he resumes his previous position, pressed against you at the hips, stomach to stomach. one of his roaming hands finds a temporary home where your left thigh meets the soft flesh of your ass, squeezing, groping, pulling you to hook that leg over his hips. the newfound position gets you closer, spreading your legs apart that much more to finally feel the thick print of his cock against your pussy, only separated by clothes that you’re coming to find offensive. 

artful, narrow hips tilt forward, marking the first rut against you, and you moan at the drag of friction against your core that only you have offered yourself in the past five years. gojo swears above you, crashing his lips into yours as he continues to grind himself into you, hissing as your nails scratch desperately down his back as if you were trying to keep yourself from falling. you buck your hips up, trying to match his rhythm, but your legs are already shaking with pleasure and anticipation, which has not gone unnoticed by gojo. 

“what d’ya want?” he asks, breathless and sultry as he moves to target your exposed neck with his kisses. chasing any trace of pleasure gojo’s willing to give you, your back arches off of the bed with each searing, god-given kiss, and you can barely think, much less speak, but he needs your answer like he needs air. you gasp when you feel his sharp, pearly-white teeth sink into the flesh of your neck, just beneath your jaw, and moan at his rumbling voice as he soothes the spot with his tongue. “tell me what y’want, i wanna know, baby.” 

“satoru, i-i want— fuck,” you whine, far too high on the way you can feel the heat of his cock grind against your clothed, aching pussy. if you spread out far enough, the lightest drag of friction ghosts across your throbbing clit, awestruck at the jolt of electricity radiating from the sensation. another sharp nip at your neck, meant as reprimand, makes you cry out his name. 

“words,” gojo tuts, sliding his hands so deliciously between your bodies and over your stomach, up to your clothed, heaving chest. softly squeezing both of your soft breasts in his hands, he can feel your hardened nipples in his palms through your shirt, and it takes every last drop of his willpower not to rip the shirt off of you like an animal. “i wanna hear you say what you want me t’do, baby, tell me so i can do it.” 

“touch me,” gasping, your voice begging and breathless, having been reduced to nothing by something as juvenile as dry humping and over-the-shirt contact. “please touch me, satoru, i want you to touch me so bad, please.”

-

“you feel s’fucking good, fuck,” gojo whines, ragged and desperate as he fucks into you, so hard and so deep that it would hurt if it wasn’t so damn good. almost all of his weight is pressed into you, with his hands gripping the backs of your knees, folding you up so far you can see your ankles next to your head, limply swaying with each vicious thrust. “this ‘s my fucking pussy, right? ‘s mine, nobody else’s, right?”

“y-yes, yours, ‘s yours, satoru,” rambling pathetically through your unabashed, unfiltered moans, your jaw slack from a primitive sort of pleasure you’ve never experienced before this. the only time you’re even close to hushed is when gojo captures your lips in a kiss so forceful that you’re scared he’ll knock your teeth out, mixing your delirious cries with his guttural, whining moans.

“you’re so perfect, so fucking pretty when i fuck you. hear how wet you are? perfect fucking pussy’s so sloppy,” from that delicious chiseled V-line to his balls, slapping against your ass each time he thrusts into you, gojo’s skin is soaked in your slick, so wet and so much that it’s audible from between you. one hand lets go of its grip on the back of your knee, and gojo leans forward to keep it in place with his shoulder as he grabs a fist full of your hair, forcing your eyes down to where his thick, long cock disappears into your pussy. 

“watch me fuck you, baby, fucking watch it,” he rasps, relishing in the way his grip on your hair makes you cry out. it’s so hard to open your eyes, too fucked out to focus on much, but you obey and watch the way your pussy seems to suck him in, and it almost makes you drool. “so fuckin’ tight, so tight, so tight, god.” 

“‘m gonna cum again, satoru, i-i’m so close, please don’t stop,” you beg, words slurring together like you’re drunk off of his cock. you’re sweating, skin sticky, tingling as gojo pulls almost all the way out of you, just to slam right back inside, the burning stretch of him splitting you open more than enough to send you barreling towards your third orgasm. 

releasing his vice grip on your hair, gojo’s hand moves between you to rub sweet circles on your swollen clit, the pounding pace of his thrusts unfaltering as he resumes the position. he’s drinking up the vision of you beneath him like a man that’s wandered the desert for miles, thirsty and praying for water, burning the image into his mind to remember it forever, and ever, and ever. how your face scrunches up each time the tip of his cock kisses your cervix, how your eyebrows have sloped down almost pitifully, how your glorious mouth hangs open in that perfect little ‘o’ shape around your perfect moans of his name. 

“gonna cum on my cock again, baby? gonna be such a good, good girl and cum for me, baby?” gojo adores the way you babble ‘yes, yes, yes, satoru, yes’ in response to every question, rewarding your behavior with a passionate, messy, open-mouthed kiss to your lips. “let me cum in you, please baby,” he begs against your lips, pussydrunk and hellbent on fucking you till he’s got nothing left. “wanna cum in your perfect pussy, baby, don’t make me pull out.”

the drag of his cock, the way it rubs against that perfect, spongy spot inside of you, the perfect pattern he’s tracing over your clit, his voice, begging to cum inside of you, all of it’s too much to bear when you’re so fucking close. gojo moans at the way your tight, sloppy pussy clenches around him sporadically before your metaphorical string snaps. 

“oh, fuck satoru yes, fuck,” crying, toes curling, back arching, pussy gushing around his cock as your orgasm tears through you like a hurricane, so wet, so sudden, so strong, gojo’s pace still so relentless as he fucks you through it. his ragged, almost animalistic moans take on a whiny, desperate tone as he watches you unravel beneath him, savoring the patterned grip and clench of your pussy as you cum because of him. so pretty for him, so good for him, so perfect— 

“good fuckin’ girl, yes, baby,” he whines, soothing your over-pleasured cries and the burning coil of his own approaching orgasm with more kisses, uncoordinated and sloppy in his efforts. that familiar tightening feeling in his balls warns him that he’s so, so close, and if this were any other time he’d slow down, pull out, switch positions, anything to slow himself down, but– “you feel so fucking good, god, fuck.” 

gojo’s rambling is punctuated with one final slam of his hips, fully sheathing his twitching cock inside of that perfect, sopping wet pussy he can’t stop blabbering about, succumbing to the divine sensation of release. thick, hot, milky-white cum pours into you in quick, powerful bursts, every single one of gojo’s muscles spasming with such strength that all he can manage to do is fuck his cum further inside in short, shallow, uneven thrusts through his climax. 

it’s an entire minute before he can even think about pulling out of you, and the little mewl that leaves your lips when he does makes him want nothing more than to slip right back inside, but he doesn’t. sitting back on his heels, he takes in the aftermath of what he’s done: you, legs spread and shaking, chest heaving, pussy dripping with his cum, dripping down, down, down to a puddle on the bed beneath you with each clench around nothing. 

“pretty,” he mumbles, gathering you in his arms as he lays down beside you. a soft kiss is pressed to your temple, your cheek, and finally your lips. “sleep?”

you don’t think situationships are supposed to do this.

suguru geto

“beautiful,” geto whispers to himself, lips ghosting against the inside of your thigh with every spoken syllable, the brushing contact against your skin doing nothing to ease the growing ball of anticipation in your stomach. at the head of the bed, you squeeze your eyes shut and bite down on your bottom lip, quickly growing unwilling to be patient any longer. even if you’re not looking at him anymore, geto’s magnetic eyes haven’t left your face since he started this torturous exchange.

that is until he finally allows his eyes to flick down your body, taking mental pictures at each pit stop on the journey to the sight in front of him. exposed, untouched, weeping, the beautiful place between your legs that he’s been oh-so-carefully avoiding, not only with his kiss but with his gaze. geto wanted you at the edge of sanity for this, and he knows he’s got you right where he wants you when he looks back up to your face, twisted up as if you were on the edge of being in pain. 

“what’s wrong, baby?” he asks, his smooth, deep voice sickly sweet as he feigns innocence. you can feel the warmth of his lips less than an inch away from your neglected, dripping core, and while you don’t have the bravery to openly react, you make up for it in sheer desperation. something of a sob, a pitiful, sad noise, leaves your bitten lips as you clutch the sheets in frustration. 

“please,” is all you can muster, your voice meek, wobbling as you near tears. 

“oh, don’t cry, baby… please what?”

“fuck– geto, please do something,” you beg, praying that the tears welling up in your closed eyes don’t fall, but more so that he’ll just give in, give you something, give his tongue a task that doesn’t involve torturing you any more than he already has. 

“who?”

“suguru!” you cry out, those tears you prayed so hard not to fall slipping down your flushed cheeks in two steady streams, your display of desperation finally enough to convince geto that you deserve this. 

not wanting any more time to be wasted, geto slowly presses his lips to your achingly untouched pussy, immediately darting his tongue out to lick a flat stripe from your sopping entrance to your throbbing clit. a low groan sounds from geto’s throat as he tastes you for the first time, mumbling something into your wet folds about how good you taste on his tongue. the relief, the pleasure, the vibration of his sultry voice against you, it’s all mindnumbing, your jaw immediately falling slack around a moan of, “yes.”

all of the teasing and taunting no longer seems like it was for nothing more than sick entertainment, the payoff proving to be so much more than worth it when geto’s sly tongue circles your swollen clit, his lips following suit and closing around the little bud and sucking. it pulls something guttural from your throat, a loud, shuddering moan ringing out through your apartment, like music to geto’s ears. 

“your pussy tastes so sweet, baby,” suck, “so beautiful, you’re doing so well,” geto praises between his divine pattern of slow, sensual, deliberate licks over the entirety of your pussy, his tongue dipping inside you before swirling over your clit, sucking, then repeating the process all over again. the consistency of his godsent mouth is brutal, far too careful and calculated to make you overly sensitive, but messy and nasty enough to completely overwhelm your senses.

you’re not sure if it’s because of the teasing, or if it’s because suguru geto is just that good, but you can feel your orgasm building, winding up like a metal spring with each swipe and prod of geto’s tongue against you. the pressure and the pleasure pooling in your stomach makes your thighs start to close around the sides of geto’s face, but the moment your skin touches his, he stops, and you sob.

pushing your legs up to your chest, geto glares daggers up at you, his slender eyes shooting you a warning against letting anything get in his way. “hold them,” he commands, eyes still locked on yours as you grip the back of your knees, now using both hands to spread your pussy open to his liking. “it’d be a shame if i had to stop again, baby. understand?”

“yes, suguru,” you whimper, flustered at the position he’s got you in, so open, so exposed. 

despite his temporary snap, you and geto both melt when his tongue slips back inside of you, your eyes rolling back at the delicious intrusion. it takes little time for geto to work you up to where you were before he stopped, but this time you don’t dare let your legs close, keeping them in a vice grip no matter how hard it is to fight against your own body. 

each controlled, precise flick, suck, lick, slurp against your pussy makes you whine, pulls you closer to the edge, and drives you so fucking crazy that you’re not sure this is real life anymore. geto’s far too absorbed in devouring you to notice, but you’re babbling now, on and on about how you’re so close, right there, don’t stop, suguru, suguru, suguru, oh–

“oh fuck,” you gasp, unaware that an orgasm could roll through you so slowly, so gradually that you’re sure it’s a fakeout until you’re arching off the bed, vision pure white in such a powerful explosion of pleasure that it’s blinding. “suguru, fuck, fuck fuck–”

“oh, baby… look at you,” he mumbles against you, his mouth dripping with your slick, drunk on your taste as he laps at the overflowing gush of wetness from your orgasm, which continues to  roll over you like ocean waves. geto savors the way your overstimulated clit twitches against his tongue, and the way your gorgeous, glistening pussy clenches around nothing. what a shame that geto’s sweet, sweet self-control has run out while you’re so, so sensitive. 

the tip of his middle finger dips into you, eliciting the sweetest little mewl from your lips, gathering your slick with it before slowly plunging it deeper inside of you, letting it sink to the knuckle before dragging it back out. you’re so wet that there’s little resisitance other than the precious little clenches from the aftermath of your first orgasm of the night. a second joins the first when geto slides his nimble fingers back inside, eyes sparkling when he can see the way your pussy grips around them.

how badly he wanted your first time together to be soft and sweet, loving and languid, is completely trumped by how achingly hard his cock sits against his stomach, sensitive red tip soaked in a pool of precum from his position on his stomach. pulling his fingers free from your grip, he wastes no time with undressing, settling for pushing the waistband of his joggers down just enough to let his cock spring free, and while he doesn’t purposefully make a show of his size, your eyes can’t help but grow wide at the sight.

“come here,” geto commands again, his voice a low type of growl you’ve never heard from his lips, and if it weren’t so fucking hot you’d be scared. well, maybe you are a little scared if you add the size of his cock into the equation, but it’s hot nonetheless. you scramble to get yourself up and where he wants you, and you’ve never been manhandled before, but you assume the way he grabs you fits the bill. 

geto lifts you into his lap and slides the two of you up to the head of the bed, resting your back against the cold hardwood headboard before heaving your legs up over his broad shoulders. it’s not too different from the way he had you just minutes ago, but the pressure of his body forcing you into that position is enough to have you begging him to hurry up. 

snaking one hand between your bodies, using the other to grip the headboard in an effort to brace himself, geto guides his aching cock to your dripping entrance and gently starts pushing himself inside you. you wince, flinching when the stretch of geto trying to bury himself inside you starts to feel like it’s going to be impossible without being agonizing.

“s-slower,” you whisper, eyes fluttering shut to try and focus on adjusting to his size, expression slightly pained as your head falls back against the headboard. “‘s so big… i don’t know if ‘s gonna fit…”

geto leans back just enough to get a clear path and spits, landing perfectly on your clit and dripping down to his length until he pulls out, sliding his cock against your slick pussy. the sight makes your jaw drop, and you find yourself no longer caring if it’ll hurt. 

“you can take it, baby,” lining back up with you, geto presses his lips to yours, soothing the pained gasps that spill out as he pushes in again. the burning, stretching sensation returns, but you find something so delicious in the pain, especially when he finally bottoms out and the only way you can describe the feeling is so, so full. “now… see? i knew you could do it. so, so good for me, yeah?”

“yes,” you manage to whimper, clawing at his beautifully crafted trapezius muscles over his shirt before tangling your hands into the long, dark hair at the back of his head. “suguru?”

“yes, baby?” geto’s voice sounds so different when he’s fighting the urge to fuck into you, fighting the vice grip of your perfect, tight pussy, fighting the voice in the back of his head that’s telling him to move. 

“please fuck me, suguru, please.”

you don’t have to tell him twice. the drag against your walls, the burn, the stretch as he pulls back just a few inches is sensational, making you grab a fistful of his black hair and tug. it makes geto moan, something so raspy and low that it sounds dangerous, and he snaps his hips back into you even though he’s trying not to hurt you. you cry out, not from a place of pain, but pleasure. 

it takes a few more slow, shallow thrusts for him to feel comfortable enough to find a real rhythm, but once he does, it’s brutal in the same way his tongue was. deliberate, controlled, sensual, intimate, so deep and so consistent. eventually, you’re rambling between moans about how big he is, how good he feels inside of you, how good you’re going to be for him, whiny voice choking up with each bed-shakingly strong roooll-snap! of geto’s hips up into yours.

geto makes no grand show of it, but he’s talkative, roughly whispering against your ear in response to every little babble that leaves your cockdrunk lips, each reply straying further from: “yeah, baby?” “i know, baby, i know ‘s so big, you’re doing such a good job,” and closer to: “god, talking like such a fucking slut,” “you’re so fucking nasty, the way your slutty pussy’s grippin’ me is so fucking nasty.”

you’ve never been one to appreciate such mean words in bed, but his voice, so harsh and so degrading, right against your ear has you coming undone right there in his lap, pussy gushing around his obscenely thick cock with the most desperate cry of his name. it only serves as encouragement for geto, who’s not far behind at all, to keep fucking you like you’re going to run from it if he lets up from his agonizing pace, crashing his lips against yours to hush your cries before he spills into you.

the position allows geto’s cum to seep out of you almost immediately, dripping down his length with each sloppy, uneven thrust up into you until he can feel it dripping down his rhythmically  constricting balls. 

it’s gradual, but when geto’s hips finally settle, still with you on his lap, he gently lets your legs down off of his shoulders while the two of you pant in silence. the hand once used to brace himself against the headboard cradles the back of your head to bring it to his chest, and the hand once used to grip your hip for security rubs over your back to soothe your tired body. 

“sorry about that,” geto mumbles into your hair, placing a kiss atop your head. “got a little rough.”

“‘s good, suguru. ‘m gonna need another shower i think.”

a/n: WHEWWWW y'all i'm pretty satisfied with this. i really hope y'all like it because i had so much fun writing it

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OR 3 times people make assumptions about Harry's sex life and the 1 time he snaps

＊ Gotta Feeling by @allwaswell16 [T, 2k, Harry/Louis]

When Harry's life in Manchester isn't turning out the way he thought it would, he decides to visit his best friend in Mexico City. Maybe Niall can convince him to move halfway around the world.

＊ HOT TO GO! by @allwaswell16 [T, 2k, Louis/Harry]

When Harry does something weird at the barricade, he leaves Louis’ show devastated and hoping he can somehow make things right.

Or the accidental pervert fic

＊ Let the Feeling Last by @allwaswell16 [T, 5k, Harry/Louis]

Omega Harry thinks the alpha at the grocery store buying a cart full of vegetables must be an amazing chef. He doesn't know that Alpha Louis is feeding all those vegetables to his pet pig.

＊ Stars over Amsterdam by @hellolovers13 [T, 4k, Louis/Harry]

Louis remembers how stressed they were, trying to get tickets at all. The waiting for the email with the code, which only Louis got, the actual On-sale. How Harry stood behind him, peeling at his nails nervously. Trying not to distract Louis.

But it had all gone smoothly and he had gotten the tickets within just a few minutes.

Harry had jumped around Louis’s chair in excitement like a bouncing ball. Already starting to plan their outfits.

A gold fringe dress for Harry, Fearless was his favourite album, after all, and a matching shirt he had found online for Louis. So people could tell right away they were an item.

That was their plan. Before it all went to shit.

or Fate in form of Eras Tour tickets forces Louis to meet up with his Ex.

Hopefully soon to be Ex-Ex.

＊ Stronger Than the Tide by @haztobegood [G, 3k, Harry & Louis]

The time Louis had spent talking with Harry in the cave had flown by. He was still unsure where the time had gone. Maybe it was because this was the first real connection Louis had made in years. Love and sex did not interest Louis, and it became harder to find good friends.

It was different with Harry. Their conversation flowed effortlessly without pressing for more. Despite the hours they spent together in the cave, Louis wanted to keep talking, to share more of himself, and to learn more about Harry. He hoped their paths would cross again soon.

＊ The Grundy County Drag Show Incident by @haztobegood [T, 3k, Zayn/Liam]

The instrumental opening of Beyoncé’s Halo filled the bar, and the crowd clapped in time to the beat. Holding a wireless mic in her gloved hand, Veronica Stardust owned the stage. She was one of the most vocally talented drag queens in the Midwest. Harry and Louis had seen this act a few times before and were always blown away at the power of her voice. Liam, however, was just experiencing it for the first time. He didn’t know what was yet to come. Part 2 of Grundy County Incidents

＊ Porcupine by sweetkalachuchi / @neverforpickles [E, 82k, Louis/Harry]

Louis, a broke omega librarian, finds his quiet life in Vienna turned upside down when he meets a charming four-year-old boy named Venus, who insists that Louis is his "Mama." When Venus's father, Harry—a powerful and dangerous mafia leader—offers Louis a lucrative job as the boy's full-time nanny, Louis steps into a world where love and danger are deeply intertwined.

As Louis grows closer to Harry and Venus, he discovers the perilous secrets of Harry's underworld life. Their unexpected connection sparks a passionate romance, but with Harry's enemies closing in, Louis must navigate a treacherous path where his heart and life are at risk. This is a thrilling tale of love, danger, and the irresistible pull of two souls drawn together against all odds.

＊ Miracles At Sunsets by sweetkalachuchi / @neverforpickles [T, 16k, Harry/Louis]

Harry and Louis are best friends bound by years of shared memories, but their relationship is complicated by a tangle of unspoken emotions. Harry, an Alpha, is deeply in love with Louis, an Omega, but fears revealing his true feelings might shatter the friendship they’ve built. When Harry decides it’s time to settle down and start a new chapter in his life, he turns to Louis, an interior designer, for help in finding the perfect home.

What begins as a light-hearted search for a house soon becomes a journey of self-discovery and emotional upheaval. As they explore potential homes, their bond is tested by the growing tension between what is said and what remains hidden. Can Harry find the courage to reveal his heart, or will their unspoken desires tear them apart?

＊ Symphony by sweetkalachuchi / @neverforpickles [T, 4k, Louis/Harry]

In the peaceful countryside, Harry Styles is a hardworking farmer who’s all about keeping things running smoothly on his farm. But when a routine check on his crops leads to a nasty fall from his horse, Harry finds himself seriously injured. Determined not to worry his pregnant omega, Louis, he stubbornly drives himself to the hospital, knowing full well that Louis would be frantic if he found out.

Meanwhile, Louis gets a call that sends him into a panic—Harry’s in the hospital. Rushing to his side, Louis is a mix of anger and worry, not sure whether to scold Harry or hug him. As they reunite, the two navigate their emotions, and despite the scare, their bond only deepens, proving that together, they can handle anything life throws at them.

＊ Let Your Tears Fall (No I Won't Judge You) by LiveLaughLoveLarry / @loveislarryislove [E, 7k, Harry/Louis]

“I want to feel good," Harry says. "I want you to feel good. I just… I don’t know what that looks like.”Louis nods. “That’s fair,” he says. “Always a bit of a learning curve, figuring out what you like and what you don’t.” He rubs his chin. “What if we just… talk through it? Instead of doing it?”Harry blinks. “What do you mean?” he says. “I don’t – I just don’t know what-”“I know,” Louis says. “It’s okay.” He brushes his hand down Harry’s cheek, soft and gentle. “I can start,” he says. “Tell you about what I imagine us doing together. And anytime you feel like something isn’t right – you can stop me, and we can figure out a different path.”Harry nods slowly. “Okay,” he says. “I can try.”

Four times Harry cries during sex. And four times Louis is right there beside him, giving him all the comfort and support and validation he needs.

＊ Donatello by @jooles999 [M, 42k, Louis/Harry]

"GET OFF MY BUS!"

Louis neck bristled, he glared into the face of the man towering over him, his pupils black with unfiltered rage he opened his mouth ready to respond before hearing fast approaching footsteps from behind the curtain.

" Jeff, What's all the shouting about?"

Louis clamped his eyes shut gulping for air as a tightness gripped his chest.

No it can't be

Seconds felt like hours, he shivered as time stopped still. Louis opened up his now glistening eyes, he held his breath and bit tightly on his bottom lip trying to prepare himself for the moment he had so carefully avoided for 3 long years.

The curtain pulled back.

" Yes yes you have guessed right well done, it is indeed Harry Styles, you can close your gawping mouth now mate. Ill even be nice and give you a tour t-shirt, then you can get the hell off my fucking tour bus and back to...."

"L..Louis?"

Or One stormy night popstar Harry and accountant Louis are reunited after 3 long years apart. Harrys manager is dangerous and controlling can Louis save him before it's too late.

＊ I long for that feeling to not feel at all by @ineverateakiwi [NR, 2k, Harry/Louis]

When he is not around and Harry needs to feel more grounded, steady on his own feet, he thinks of Louis. It's probably not healthy to rely on someone this heavily, but it's better than nothing. It's what he has right now. And, right now, it's working. Is thinking about that feeling, the feeling of being real, being alive, that he whispers – without thinking – those two words. — "Hurt me."

Harry needs to feel something, even if it's pain. Louis gives what he needs.

- Fic Fests -

＊ 1D Aro/Ace Fic Fest / @1daroaceficfest [Masterpost]

A One Direction Fic Fest centred around all the identities on the aromantic and asexual spectrum

- Podfics -

＊ [Podfic] Write You A Song by by Rearviewdreamer / @all-these-larrythings read by Panda_Podfics / @pandapodfics [G, Louis/Harry]

Harry’s new flat is great but the acoustics are even better. They’re so good in fact that his daily shower concerts start to entertain an audience besides his shampoo bottle.

[badass-queer-couples-battle]

Propaganda:

For Orufrey: "They're tragic wlw who have devoted their lives to each other since they were kids. They live together, they cook together, they're raising four girls together and they're doing the best they can. Olruggio would do anything for Qifrey if Qifrey would just Let Him 😭 but Qifrey is dead-set on protecting Olruggio and keeping him safe and in the dark no matter what it costs... i cant 😭..."

"Man I don't know they just have the vibes. They have toxic yuri energy but they are two grown men. They've known each other since their apprentice days and have stuck together ever since. Qifrey's main magic type was something he took up because Olruggio proposed that he learned to control the water he feared. They live together away from most of society with Qifrey's four apprentices, living the sapphic cottagecore (ateliercore???) dream. Qifrey, due to the fact that his eyesight is very much failing, something which is very problematic when it comes to witches, who need their eyesight more than most, is getting very desperate to get all he lost to the Brimhats, the witches who took one of his eyes and his memories, and Olruggio ends up noticing this pursuit and is implied to have done this more than once. Qifrey does not want Olruggio to know about both his failing eyesight and his goals, so he ends up completely wiping Olruggio's memory of those things, and laments that Olruggio is a kind person, and one who would most likely forgive him again, but also one who would try to save him, even when he didn't want to be saved. He also apologized right up until the moment Olruggio's memories of his secret were gone. In general I think chapter 40 is the somewhat toxic guy yuri chapter ever. I'm very tired so I do not know how to explain any of this, I just thought "wow Orufrey reminds me of this one poll I saw on Tumblr" and then spent three days straight hunting for your blog before completely forgetting my reasoning for Orufrey being yuri right before I submitted this."

For Joongdok: "Well first of all Yoo Joonghyuk has a whole arc that is transfem coded as hell (has a power/technique that can technically only be used by women but somehow he can also use it, for a time he even turns into a woman to wield it and it's. Actually just let me get the quote "The ines of the face had changed but it was clearly Yoo Joonghyuk. No, it was even more than before.") that just kinda happens,, and doesn't get brought up again but anyway. Second of all just look at them. You see the vision. Also a bonus observation is that these two often get shipped in a poly ship with Han Sooyoung and whenever I see people make a "regular couple, yaoi couple, yuri couple, I see no difference love is love" meme with them the combination of which pair among these three is which of the categories is always different"

Note: This submission also mentions Han Sooyoung, but I decided to count this polyship submission as guy yuri as well.

"They love each other, they pretend they don't care for each other but all their actions prove they care too much, if you remove someone from the trio then the resulting duo is extremely dysfunctional, as evidenced by more than a million words of canon. Is it technically guy yuri? Well, Han Sooyoung is a woman, but in a way she's one of the guys. Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk are men, but the text heavily hints that Yoo Joonghyuk is a trans woman who's just too busy and stressed out to transition yet, and Kim Dokja has just never thought about his own gender a single day in his life. They made the world for each other, they went back in time countless times and waged countless wars for each other, they wrote and read and lived a story, their story, for each other and that's what saved them all. The way Han Sooyoung writes Yoo Joonghyuk's story to save Kim Dokja and loses herself in the process, the way Yoo Joonghyuk voluntarily lives the story to the point of losing himself too and even forgetting why he originally decided to do it, the way Kim Dokja read Han Sooyoung's story which was Yoo Joonghyuk's life and that's how he found himself, they all took so much from each other and gave so much of themselves to each other, this is all very yuri."

"they're so yuri you have no idea. they have every staple of a yuri ship. unwavering devotion. waiting dozens or thousands of years for each other. dooming themselves and the world for each other. so much yearning. i also see them genderbent a lot (including inn canon in the case of yjh) and they're right both of these people are women. i genuinely can't even see them strictly as men at this point they're just yjh and kdj and they are yuri do you understand."

"they're so yuri. the abscense of yuri is the presence of yuri etc etc. these two guys are all ABOUT abscenses. also one of them is a part time woman. the other guy is a guy but like in the same way a square is a rectangle. anyway they're so guyyuri to me. bonus points also because they have a mutual girlfriend and when she's present they're girlyaoi but that's not relevant to this specifically"

[utdrmv-confession-box]

Pinned Introduction post!

Welcome to the Undertale Deltarune Multiverse confession box! Here you can submit your opinions, criticisms, hot takes, theories, headcanons, etc! =)

Active hours are usually 4:30pm-12:00am on weekdays! weekends are all day (if i’m feeling up to it).

Confessions are to be submitted via the askbox. If you find that the askbox is closed, please do NOT try to submit your confession by any other means. It will not be posted.

Let’s go over some rules first! (subject to change as I am very forgetful!)

Keep it related to Undertale, Deltarune, or the multiple AUs the fandom has provided us!

Asks condoning problematic ships will be rejected immediately and will result in a block from this blog.

If your reply to several asks expressing frustration with the popularity of Sans is "just let people have fun" then actually get out.

Please submit them in english, mod (me) is a dumb American =( (If you can provide a translation however then it will be accepted!)

Please do not post NSFW confessions, it would make the mod (me) very sad =( (simping is allowed, just don’t get graphic with it)

Submissions that directly misgender the canon/vanilla/UTDR humans (as well as other trans characters) (not including discussions about WHY misgendering is bad or discussions regarding different identities being used in AUs) will be either rejected if done maliciously, or corrected if done on accident.

Reblogs and confessions that contain slurs will result in an immediate rejection and/or block.

And a few more things to note

As this is inspired by @ Splatoon-Confession-Box, I will be posting confessions in a very similar way! (putting the text in an image and not answering the ask directly) so worry not if you forget to post off anon! (I will provide a transcript at the bottom for those who might not be able to see the images either because of bad wifi or disabilities!)

My mental health and energy levels tend to fluctuate so some days may be more inactive than others!

Posts that mention proship/comship/darkshipping in anyway, shape or form will be labeled with the tags #tw proship, #proship tw, #cw proship and #proship cw. (Remember that confessions endorsing/encouraging proshipping will be rejected, but proshipping in itself is considered a sensitive topic, and therefore will be treated as such by tagging it properly so people with filters can avoid posts about it.)

Posts regarding filtering tags

[Character/AU] Negativity tags

Ship + Ship negative tags (Can’t find the post??? Summary: Ship posts will be tagged with #Ship and the tags for whatever ship it has, any post criticizing a ship will be tagged with #Ship Neg)

If you see this, a reblog would be appreciated! This project can’t start without a little push in the right direction!

[copaganda-clobberfest]

WELCOME… TO THE COPAGANDA CLOBBERFEST!

(i could not come up with any other tourney name. sorry)

You know that trope? That one trope *Everyone* hates? The trope in which a well meaning antagonist to our heroes, one looking out for the good of a certain community, suddenly does something horrible and drastic to make not only them, but the ideology they stand for the most villainous of all?

and no, I’m not talking “well meaning” as in… they had a sad life. Their parents died or something. Etc.

I’m talking:

“This person wants change in a corrupt system.”

“This organization made up of a marginalized group only wants their basic living rights.”

“This person wants equality for their people.”

Etc etc etc. Only for it to drastically become:

“This person wants change in a corrupt system… so they BLOW UP AN ORPHANAGE OF GRANDMOTHERS.”

“This organization made up of a marginalized group only wants basic living rights… so THEY’RE ACTUALLY EVIL UNSYMPATHETIC TERRORISTS.”

“This person wants equality for their people… EXCEPT HAHAAA THEY DONT” That stuff. Stuff that makes you really question what the writers were really trying to get across.

But enough of that, let’s talk tournaments. With as much as this trope makes these villains blow up houses of grandmas and likely makes you, the viewer, want to blow up something too, you can now throw them at me and I’ll let them blow up each other!

Here are the rules.

No Harry Potter. Thank you!

Submit via the ask box and submission tab on this blog please. I sadly don’t have one of those google thingies :( I’m goofy

When sending in your finest challenger, give me propaganda too! Propaganda will be included once we’re ready to get the polls out.

Fictional peeps please.

You can submit up to 3 characters/groups of characters/whatever whatever in an ask/submission.

The following is a list of antagonistic fictional characters, or antagonistic fictional organizations/groups I am automatically putting in the poll:

Magneto, X Men

The White Fang, RWBY

The Flash Smashers, Marvel

and Amon, The Legend of Korra

But please please PLEASE send me propaganda for those four if you have some! Falls to my knees like a Victorian orphan boy…..

Anyways, I hope I explained the premise of this whole ~tournament~ correctly, or at least half decently. Hope this goes well, and may the worst troper win in the COPAGANDA CLOBBERFEST!

Inspired from @look-how-they-massacred-them, @battle-couple-battle, @controversial-blorbo-bracket, @greengirlfight, @ffshipbracket, @star-wars-tournament, @the-robot-bracket, @tmblrsfavshow, @bestanimatedmovie, and @fave-fight !!!!!!!

[febuwhump]

leap year edition

Q: what is febuwhump?

A: febuwhump is a prompt challenge during february, in which creators try to fill one prompt a day, as guided by the official prompt list, in whatever creative way they wish

Q: what is whump?

A: it’s when you put a character in emotional or physical hurt. can be to any extent

Q: do i HAVE to create whump?

A: i’m not gonna come to your home and make you create whump, no. ‘whump’ is in the title of the event and it’s a whump-centric challenge but if that’s not inspiring to you or going to help you be creative then forget it and do what works best for you. challenge yourself how you want to and let febuwhump be the guide, not the law

Q: how do i win febuwhump?

A: officially, you can become a completionist by producing or posting 29 unique whump-themed works over the 29 days of february. you do not have to aim to win febuwhump if you don’t want to, and if you are not aiming to win, you do not have to follow all the rules, because at that point who cares

Q: can the 29 unique works be chapters to one fic?

A: yes

Q: can the 29 unique works be in any order?

A: no, please follow the day order as given to the best of your ability

Q: can the 29 unique works actually be less than 29 unique works because i blend a bunch of prompts together for one day or something else along these lines that directly contradicts the explained definition of febuwhump?

A: no

Q: can i complete febuwhump in tandem with other events?

A: yeah like what do i care, of course you can

Q: how do i inform you that i have won?

A: there will be a google forms link made available during the month of february. you have until march 3rd to fill it in

Q: how do i prove that i’ve won?

A: you don’t have to. this is an honour system and if you fill out the form, i will believe you. however, there will be a completionist badge you can use to post with your masterlist to show everyone else that you’ve won

Q: what are the exact requirements for the hall of fame?

A: the exact requirements are as follows:

you must have completed 29 sections/chapters/works/projects etc. inspired by 29 unique prompts and posted/produced them over the 29 days of february

you may combine prompts so long as there are still 29 unique prompts for 29 sections/works

this means that you can combine a core prompt and an alt prompt

or two core prompts, so long as an alt prompt replaces one of them

you must inform the blog by the 3rd of march that you completed febuwhump or your name will not feature in the hall of fame.

Q: am i allowed to–

A: you can do literally whatever you want, in any medium you want

Q: even–

A: yes even that

Q: what about–

A: that too

Q: really? anything at all?

A: if you want to win, follow the rules as explained. if you don’t actually care, do whatever you want. i will not stop you. i am not your mother

Q: can you give me extra ideas for prompts?

A: no! i’ve provided 39 prompts already, so i’m not really in the position to be creating extra lists for specific tropes right now. if you need help with specific prompts (such as not understanding what one means or could possibly involve/be in reference to) then i’ll do my best to help - but i’m only one person and i don’t really have the time or effort to be giving extra ideas right now

Q: how do i add my fics to the archiveofourown.org collection?

A: the ao3 collection will be open from february 1st to compile all ao3 works. you do not have to have completed all 29 days of febuwhump to submit - any and all febuwhump works are welcome there, but the cut off date is march 5th - the collection will be closed from then.

you can add fics as you’re posting or after they’ve been posted by using the ‘collection’ bar on the creation page. all you have to do is type in the name of the collection: febuwhump_2024. do not wait for the drop down menu, it will not show the name. press post and it will be included in the collection.

febuwhump 2021 collection can be accessed here

febuwhump 2022 collection can be accessed here

febuwhump 2023 collection can be accessed here

febuwhump 2024 collection can be accessed here

Q: i have literally any other question

A: check the rules and previous posts and asks and if your specific question isn’t answered, feel free to send an ask. if it has been answered before, and especially recently, i will not answer. please go looking, thanks

[physalian]

On self-publishing, and why I did it

Based on the research that I have done, following other indie authors across multiple platforms, I think I've made an approach to this that is a lot less... shall we say, *intense* than people make it out to be? I've seen some YouTube videos acting like picking one route or the other might be the worst mistake of your author career.

I mean, I guess?

Back a few years ago I had a manuscript I was querying around and couldn't find any takers. Couldn't find any publishing houses that were accepting open submissions to pick up my manuscript either. So many of them had clauses in the application verifying that you were submitting to them and only to them and to expect a reply within 8-10 months. Coooool.

I did not have time for that.

—

The manuscript I had was 120k words. Baby’s first novel sitting at 120k words is not attractive to publishing houses. It’s a risk. I was younger and didn’t know much about finding an agent and all that jazz, so I had looked into self-publishing and was staring down an editor bill of about $3k minimum because of my word count. I did not have the money for that.

So that manuscript got shelved, meanwhile I wrote the sequel and got halfway through book 3 before writer’s block took hold.

Enter February 2024. I have an idea for a new book. 31 days later, I have that book’s first draft done—Eternal Night of the Northern Sky, on sale from draft to publication in seven months.

This time, I didn’t consider for one second trying the traditionally published route. ENNS is 111k words, it’s a doorstopper of a book, but the bulk wasn’t the only reason I decided to bootstrap myself to the finish line.

I wanted complete, absolute creative control every step of the way

If I have to market myself anyway, why am I splitting profit with a publishing house?

I *really* don’t have time to wait around hoping the right person sees my manuscript. I have a new job coming that’s going to eat up all my free time and could either delay ENNS a year or more, or get it out while I still had time to do so

I didn’t do this for money

I think that’s what makes so many of those rather intense arguments for one or the other so harrowing—the pressure is a lot higher if you invested all this time, money, and effort expecting returns to break even, if not actually turn a profit. Publishing with a publisher doesn’t guarantee people will buy your book, mind you, but it’s a helping hand nonetheless. If I even want to break even, let's say just on royalties from the ebook, I'd have to sell over a thousand copies.

Breaking down my above points:

I’m a firm believer in “if you want something done right, you do it yourself,” which does bite me in the ass from time to time, this I know. I didn’t want to get caught up in contracts or editors telling me what I could and couldn’t do or what I had to change. If ENNS fails, I will have no one to blame but myself, and I am at peace with this. If ENNS fails, and I’d gone through the trouble of signing my book’s soul away to a publisher, then I’d probably be a little resentful. 100% of ENNS is mine, even the cover. I had an image in my head of what I wanted the cover to look like, and I sat down and I drew it and it matches perfectly. Aside from the feedback implemented from betas and editors, my story is told the way I wanted to tell it. If it fails, I am at peace with this.

On marketing, I am not a person who does well with social media. Maybe it’s autism, idk, but trying to keep up with an Instagram is exhausting. I just don’t get anything from tiny text posts and blurbs and doomscrolling through influencers and advertisements. Social Media is, for me, exhausting. Tumblr is different, because writing is my strong point and this blog exists to share and curate something useful. But either way, I’d have to market this book alone, so why not do so with full creative control? If it fails, I am at peace with this.

I have a new job coming very quickly. My current job allows me about 5 hours of free time during my 8 hour shift on a good day not including the time outside work, and I work from home. ENNS was written in 31 days thanks to this job. The new one? Not so much. Seeing “please allow 8-10 months” and “please ensure this is an exclusive submission” on so many little publishing houses, and I did search far and wide, was incredibly disheartening. For me, personally, it wasn’t worth the gamble of waiting all that time, following the rules, and being told no or just being flat-out ghosted. Nor did I want to sit around querying agents into the void. This time, I didn’t have time to sift through agents. ENNS had to get out on the shelves as quickly as I could get it, and all that time (five goddamn months of editing, 500% of the time it took to write it) was spent perfecting the manuscript that it is, *not* waiting around trying to find an agent. If it fails, I am at peace with this.

And lastly, I don’t care if I make absolutely nothing from this book. I didn’t do it for the money, I did it to say I could. I have a day job, and I’m about to have a much higher paying day job. Maybe I’m lucky enough to have that, but I am under no illusions that putting in the hard work guarantees success. Success as an author is a crapshoot and being an amazing book is not the metric sales are measured in, if no one wants to read it. I’d like to make money, I didn’t do it for charity. It’s going to be priced exactly the same as another fantasy book of its caliber. But if only one person buys it, and finds something good from it, something in it that changes their life, then I will have succeeded, profit be damned. If all else fails, I am at peace with this.

—

This is not a post meant to sway people one way or the other. I know I didn’t do enough research or scour the internet hard enough to find a good agent. All of this is irrelevant when time was the most important factor in my debut novel. I was in a position where I could drop that $3k on an editor, so I did. I’m a capable enough artist to draw my own cover, so I did. I might be abysmal at managing social accounts, but less than a year ago this blog didn’t exist and it has over 5k reblogs and 950 followers and I think that’s pretty swell.

I’m 25 years old. I was not about to let it keep sitting around waiting for the golden opportunity with the perfect publishing house that might not have been coming. I had the means and motive to get it done, and by god, I did it.

If it fails, at least I can say that I failed trying. I am at peace with this.

—

Eternal Night of the Northern Sky is available now on Amazon in ebook and paperback! It is also available through your local bookstore.

Check it out on Goodreads!

[the-joker-of-musicals]

MUSICAL TUMBLRMAN BATTLE

hey there, it's me, marina @annabelle--cane. you've seen these brackets before, you know the drill, it's time to watch these bastards kill each other.

rules/guidelines:

I'm using "tumblrman"/"the jokner of musicals" because a lot of the characters iconic to this genre are minors and it wouldn't be appropriate for an adult (<- me) to call them sexymen, but it also wouldn't feel right to just leave them out. I think these terms carry most of the same energy while leaving out sexual connotations.

personally, I will be voting and selecting based on levels of iconicness and how hard a choke hold these characters had on me and my peers, not based on which characters I actually think are best or that I like the most. I know this guideline is completely unenforceable and people will just black out and vote for their blorbos, but if this gets a good turn out, maybe I'll do a "favorite/best/most musical character" tournament afterwards.

there are a few characters who are already guaranteed spots (jd, beetlejuice, the squip, etc.), but still feel free to submit any obvious choices, especially if you've got compelling propaganda.

there are a few characters I don't feel comfortable including, but I don't think people are likely to submit them and I think posting a list would invite discourse, so I'll just say that I leave it ultimately up to my discretion whether or not to dismiss certain nominations.

since I will be selecting characters based on how iconic I think they were/are, nominees will likely skew male, but submissions are also open to female and nonbinary characters. the jonkler of musicals can be any gender.

similarly, I'm going to prioritize characters from stage musicals, but you may also submit characters from movie, TV, podcast, song cycle, or other medium musicals. if you're unsure, just go ahead and submit them and I'll figure it out.

this is a CRINGE POSITIVE space. ribbing on your past self or 2017 musical fandom culture as a whole is all fine and good, but try to keep in the spirit of friendly competition and stay away from being outright mean. if what you're saying is indistinguishable from a homophobe talking about their high school gsa, I will block you and delete your comments.

@ this blog or use the tag "tjom bracket" in your commentary about this tournament and I might rb your post here

I'm aiming for 32 characters in the first round, but I'm willing to be flexible.

inspiration from: @bestmusicalworldcup @bracketsoffear @problemgirlbracket @character-of-all-time @blorbopoll2 @powerpolyculeshowdown @ultimate-tragic-couples-showdown

OKAY. SUBMIT YOUR MUSICAL JOKSTNERS. FORM OPEN UNTIL 12:00 AM MONDAY EST.

[theshitpostcalligrapher]

ASKBOX IS OPEN REQUESTS ARE OPEN HERE ARE THE RULES

ground rules:

1) Funny- the request needs to be humorous, memes usually the most popular but dnd in jokes and other shitpostery is welcome. i abide by the MBMBAM NO BUMMERS rule - there are plenty of sad/deep/beautiful calligraphers out there who’d be happy to work with yall, but this isn’t that sort of channel

2) Length - aim for no more than 75 characters a request, my cue cards are only so big so I can only fit so much on each one and still not look like garbage. There is a little leeway but if you send me smth with like 120 characters it aint getting written

3) Amount of Requests - I am trying to be fair but i am one person running almost the ENTIRE thing, logistics, tech, etc, I have twitch mods and a roommate for retrieving things and that's it. In order to be fair, please restrict yourselves to 3 requests per person to let everyone have a shot, if you send in more i will ctrl-f your username and pick my favourites

4) Content - I will not do anything I consider under the umbrella of general assholery - this includes racial slurs, edgelord bullshit, exclusionist jackassery etc. Please be kind to each other. Please let me know if I’ve taken a request that is some incredibly obscure piece of assholery, someone once tried to slip a really obscure antisemetic piece of slang by me once

5) Repeats - I keyword tag EVERY SINGLE piece i’ve ever done on this blog, if you think I might have written smth already but aren’t sure, the /search/[keyword] is your friend, check if i’ve done your request before

the askbox is theshitpostcalligrapher.tumblr.com/ask , not a dm or submission to the blog. I’ll close submissions too so people don’t get the boxes confused. DM me for any actual clarifications, kind words, etc so they don’t get swallowed up by the behemoth of my askbox for months, and if you want to give me live encouragement the twitch link is right there, and is the ideal way to inquire more about any of the day's rules.

If you want to jump the ENTIRE queue and get your card done immediately, there are ways to donate on the twitch stream to get your request done with an ink of your choice. You can still submit 3 free requests in addition to what you pay for.

I’ll be streaming the entire time the askbox is open on twitch @ theshitpostcalligrapher, trying to get as many of these done today as possible live. Once 10PM EST hits, the askbox will close but if you get your request into the askbox by then, it will be done eventually as I always have 4 cards up per day.

Here’s the link to my twitch, we’ll start a little after 3 o’clock.

Here is a direct donation link to my streamlabs, it works like a ko-fi but I’ve got it set to give me alerts on my twitch so I can see and thank you straightaway for supporting my takeout order

I've planned on a few donation goals this time! They help pay for all the hours I put in and the material costs. Every time we hit a goal, I'll refresh it to 0 and math out whatever overlap to add to the new goal

$20 > Time For Tea! I make a sparkly, food safe glittery tea that looks like ink to enjoy with yall on stream

$30 > Jackbox Break! My Discord VC and potentially chat plays a few games

$40 > Takeout O'clock: It is time to order a food, Mia! Polls will probably be involved for food options

$200 (I am fairly sure we won't get this one) > I bought all the requisite items to bleach my hair to prep for a dye. Let's do this shit LIVE ON AIR BAYBEE

Also of Note: I will be moving house sometime in the next week and a half, which means I will be RECYCLING ALL OF THE CARDS I'VE WRITTEN IN THE PAST TWO AND A HALF YEARS (save for the ones folks pay for on stream, those are earmarked to be mailed out anyways) so if you've gotten something written by me from september 2021 to january 2024 or so, please remember that there is an an etsy shop where you can snag any card from the blog for a few dollars. dm the shop if you'd like to buy a bundle of randoms, I WILL give you a sale about it

[ask-the-antags]

hi chat i shall offer advice because how many of you struggle with eds again

try something light. something that doesn’t sit in your stomach like a ground up corpse. don’t know if it’s just me but i find it easier to not feel awful about having food in my stomach when it doesn’t feel like there’s food in my stomach you get me

might sound weird but i think stress starving is okay. if you’re stressed and having an empty stomach helps you feel better that’s okay. just don’t starve yourself because you don’t want the calories. (i find i feel like this weird fuckin bloated feeling when I’m stressed and i have food in my stomach it feels awful and pushes me to starve even when i’m not stressed so like if you’re stressed you can go without food for a bit that’s fine)

if you can get some food down be proud of yourself. seriously. i know eating is stupidly simple and “everyone can do it” but it’s hard for you. you should be proud of yourself for doing it and don’t let anyone tell otherwise.

try something more on the bland side. something that doesn’t feel like fireworks of flavour exploding on your tongue. try soup. try rice. try something that doesn’t immediately trigger the “oh god I’m consuming too many calories right now and i need to stop”. less oily stuff also helps i think

fruit. fruit is good. mmmmmmm fruit. dump that stuff into yoghurt and mix it and eat that it’s really good (yoghurt is kinda heavy though.)

these aren’t actual tips it’s just little things i picked up that i think may help but everyone is different and some might not work for you and anxiety is making me ramble again aha have fun try it out get better ok and i’m talking to the antags, protags and anyone struggling here you go people stay alive

also i’ve submitted a few asks to both blogs before guess which asks were by me ahaha i sound like completely different people when typing depending on how i feel

*byakuya who was still recovering from the taser to the gut, actually looked quite great full for this*

thank you for the tips, they do sound like they would help a lot, I’ve struggled with this for as long as I can remember and it’s nice to have some pretty genuine anons who are willing to help… I would ask makoto for help, and there’s no doubt in me that he would help it’s just..we haven’t been in item for to long and I’m already pushing burden onto him.

I recommend you tell saihara all of this kokichi has been worried sick about him, and that paired with the fact he can barely walk is doing him no good-

@askthe-protags