#now its just back to. one. and now it feels like theres more pressure to DO something about it

[pnsge]

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[phagodyke]

weekend melancholy is starting to kick in >~<

[bunnigumi]

─ A LITTLE BIT HARDER NOW!

WHEN HE PULLS BACK theres drool collecting at the corner of your mouth. You're red in the face, eyes averting in shame 'cause you really do like it when he presses on your tummy like that.

cw. megumi x reader , stomach bulge , tummy pressing , size kink

Right now, Megumi has his grab on your thighs, blunt nails digging into soft flesh, thumbs circling pink bites on the inner sides. It's a routine that's starting to become familiar. Your hips are slightly lifted up from the bed, and he really cant explain why, but when he can see the outline of his dick through your stomach, he absolutely loses it.

You were horrified at the sight when you first saw it, but Megumi on the other hand? He was turned on the most he's been in his entire life.

He just loves pressing on the bulge in your little tummy. Its addicting—watching you squirm and whine and protest with little results. Seeing the way you cant decide if you want to stray from his touch or arch further into it. Loving how big his dick is compared to you.

"Fuck baby," he breathes out in awe. "See that? Feel it? Can you feel my cock deep inside you?" He groans as he pulls out all the way just to slam back into you, starting a fast, rough pace that doesn't seem to let up and makes the sound of sticky arousal totally embarrassing.

A hand retreats from where it's holding up your thigh to grab one of your own hands, wrestling the grip you have on crumpled sheets and guiding it down to your stomach.

"Wha- nghh, M'gumi, don't—!" A long, drawn out moan escapes your lips before the rest of your complaint can. Your hand is trembling, and too weak to escape his grab.

"C'mon sweet girl, don't you like how full I can make you feel?" He coos.

Your head falls to the side, attempting to push your face into the soft pillows, "N-noo... feels so weird..." The drawn out nature of your words make you sound unsure. Megumi doesn't believe that you don't like it, because oh, he knows you do.

"Awwh... you sure you don't like it, baby?" He says, faux innocence laced in his sweet tone. You pout. You know what he's doing to you, and hes so wrong for it. He leans in closer, tilting his head, teasing you so you get all embarrased—hot and flustered. "I should just pull out then if it's too much."

You shake your head so fast you almost get dizzy, unable to form any coherent words. Only small uh-uh's make it past your moans.

It's too hot. Megumi is so, very close to you right now. You're able to feel the radiating warmth of his body, his breath against your ear. With the added weight of his teasing, it becomes far too invading. You bury your face deeper into the pillows.

When you get like that, the heat always pressures you into spilling whatever you don't want to say—always. You make for a terrible, terrible liar.

"What about when I do it like this?" You face him again with curiosity. Your brows are furrowed, sweat beads down your hairline. Glossy eyes search his face in confusion in the cutest way ever before dilating in panic.

He adds more pressure and forces your hand harder onto your stomach, closing the little distance seperating the two of you to kiss you sloppily. You make a noise of shock, whining as he continues to knead your hand onto it.

Your cries melt back into the sound of pleasure, moaning into the kiss, your whining dying down.

When he pulls back theres drool collecting at the corner of your mouth. You're red in the face, eyes averting in shame 'cause you really do like it when he presses on your tummy like that. "Tell me how much you love it," he taunts.

When you're like this, you're able to feel all of him. Able feel every single thrust just grazing your cervix, senses going into overdrive as you subconsiously stop trying to fight his hold on your hand with the little to no strength you were using to begin with.

"I, hahh, love it! Love your cock s-so much! Feel so full... hah- aah—!" With one last thrust, your back arches, core unraveling around his length. Walls tightening, spasming in a way that makes Megumi spill all his praises. As your chest heaves heavily, your abdomen flexes and tightens, revealing the silhouette of your boyfriend's cock stuffed inside of you even clearer now.

The corner of his mouth quirks up in pride, "I bet you do, baby. I fuckin' bet."

He really should start doing this more often.

[carbonfiction]

Ain't no shame

Summary: Riding frank for the first time proves a challenge, one that you thought yourself ready for. When it turns out you aren't, insecurity sparks up your spine. But its just your luck that Frank doesn't mind, infact, hes more than happy to help.. So long as you ask.

Masterlist. Words: 1.5k

Warnings?: as always 18+ MDNI, smut below the cutttt- piv sex, frank being a pleasure dom to the highest form, frank calls reader mama literally once (its hot. Sue me) plus lil mention of insecurity/ bad previous experiences.

Also spotted today i have a lil over 1,000 of you following me for my little ramblings and i am completely blown away. I have so much fun creating stuff for you all and have met some of the best people since creating this blog- long may it continue is all i can say. If you like, comment, reblog, send an ask or even just lurk here.. Thank you. <33

Now.. On with the smut ;)

"How’s that feelin hm? Good?" Frank breathes against your lips, one hand resting against your neck as the other sits anchored to your hips.

Bodies totally bare for the first time as you sit atop of him on the bed, franks back resting against the rickety headboard, cock nessled deep. Your plush thighs bracketing when you slid yourself down slowly. Breathing through the pleasure filled sting as you settled on his lap. Franks eyes filled with adoration as they meet yours, a rough groan passing his lips at the tight heat of your hole.

"Remember, you tell me if it gets too much alright?" he rasps, one hand moving from your hips to thumb over your shoulder soothingly before trailing down. Tongue wetting over his lips as he observes the join of your bodies, glossy slick shiney on your skin. "Don’t ever wanna hurt ya- or my gorgeous girl down here..

You whimper softly as his thumb brushes your clit, a gentle pressure as it prods at the split of your folds. Hips rocking forward just a fraction. "Wish you could see her right now.. all spread open n shiny for me, shit sweetheart, so fuckin tight too"

"S-so full frank.." you whisper, planting your hands against his pectorals as begin to lift up, dropping back down with a soft sigh. The feeling of him inside your walls comforting in a way you cant seem to explain, lip bitten as you watch each reaction to your movements.

With time comes more confident bounces, calculated rocks and grinds that push him deep and nuge against the spot that has you keening. But so too comes the creep of discomfort, tinged with pleasure but enough to fill your expression in a way you cant seem to hide. A wince here and a shuffle of your knees beside him there.

Franks observance doesnt miss this, as much as you pray he does. Gentle hands holding on as you shuffle again; this time not letting you continue without resistance.

"Hey.. There somethin' not feelin right pretty girl?" he murmers, head cocked slightly. His thumbs soothing little circles on your skin. Concern paints his features and you can feel the heat of shame overcome your bloodstream.

You'd begged for this, asked specifically to be on top and now? Now you feel like you cant live up to it and shit.. Shit it makes you embarrassed. Especially with the patience hes given you up until this point; those nights spent having sex with the lights off or with shirts still on, never deviating from missionary.

You'd wanted to try this; to give him- and yourself- something different.

So you do the thing you know best, you push through, because how could that earlier confidence fade so quickly? With a soft smile and unconvincing eyes you confirm, "M' okay, just getting comfortable" and gingerly resume the pace once more.

It feels good, neither of you can deny that. Franks length gliding so sloppily into you. Audible in the way it feeds those warm sparks of pleasure up your spine.

But frank really isn't a stupid man and he isnt blind neither. Theres an inconsistency within your movements, with the rise and falls you make against him. A forced tone to the sounds you let free. Its not feeling as good as it should for you, thats clear to see and for frank? For frank that is a fucking crime. Especially when it comes to his girls pleasure.

A large hand slips up your back, gentle and slow as if not wanting to spook you. Fingers offering a gentle squeeze to the base of you neck, just enough to gather your attention back to his face once again. You hadn't even noticed your gaze waver and lock to the chiseled planes of his chest.

"You got it or you need my help sweet girl?" he murmers, leaning up to press his lips to your forehead. "Know there ain’t no shame in askin, always gon' give you whatcha need."

Your throat bobs as you swallow, anxiety suddenly filling your gorgeous features. And its then your words break Franks heart. "D-dont want you to.. To be mad.. Said i could do it.."

Your lip wobbles and frank engulfs your form immediately, pressing you close to his chest. A shake of his head visible in your periphery as you rest against him. "Christ sweetheart, you listen to me" he says shifting your head up slightly to meet his gaze like your made of glass. "I am never gon be mad bout that. If s' too much then it's too much alright? Not your fault"

Frank watches you breathe in his words, brows creased just slightly when you nod. He doesn't know everything about your past, about the expectations of the few men you'd let touch you, but he can guess they were less than understanding. Enough to make you shrink in on yourself the way you have now anyway.

Your voice is soft when you speak up again, meek and still anxious. "You promise?.. Dont want you to.. To not enjoy it.."

Frank has to bite back the scoff threatening to dislodge from his throat. Him? Not enjoy it? While you're sat perfectly bare atop of him like this? Each gorgeous curve housed by plush flesh driving him wild, indents from his fingers littering your skin. Breasts covered with blooming bruises from his adoration filled attention alone.

What on earth had those clowns you'd been with before made you think?

"Course i promise babydoll. Enjoy just bein with you-" he rasps quietly, fingers tangling into your hair, large palm cupping your head as he rests you against his forehead. The usual crease that lives in his brows gone, replaced by something much softer. "-sittin on the couch watching tv or goin walkin how we do.. this is just a bonus, something extra. Now if you wanna stop sweetheart thats okay too-

"No!" you cut him off quickly, a flicker of fire back into your eyes, cunt clenching around him in your panic as you pull back. "No dont wanna stop, Please frank..dont stop"

He nods, wetting his lips with a gentle hush. "Alright, so how bout we try something else hm? Somethin that works for you" the hand in your hair drifts to your jaw, calloused thumb soothin over soft skin. "Aint gotta worry bout me, just gotta focus on you.. you tell me how you want it n I’ll get you there.. that sound good?"

It takes a second before you nod, the movement still a little sheepish as frank trails kisses over your features. Jaw, cheeks and forehead first, followed by a decent back down your nose to press against your lips, swallowing your words. "M-mhm, yeah.. But i.. I want you to.. to do it like this still.."

"Like this?" frank hums, adjusting you both until hes pressed flat, his feet down on the mattress just like his back. A large arm wraps around your shoulders, pushing gently between them as his head finds home the crook of your neck. Sheets bunching in your fists in preparation. "Sure this is what you want honey? Not too deep?"

"Want it like this." you confirm, pressing yourself down against his chest a little more, pushing him a little deeper, head turning to the side to nuzzle into his chest. "Fuck me frankie..please.."

And following your pleas, he does. His hips lift in a steady succession of thrusts, cock brushing your walls in a way that immediately feels better than before. A soft whimper filling franks ears as he repeats his thrusts over and over.

"shhhh, I know mama, I know." he pants, full balls a steady swat gainst you as you take every inch he has to give; pleasure blossoming quickly. "Doin so good like this, taking everything i got"

"Feels so.. Oh fuck frankie, s' good, gonna cum- gonna make me cum!" you sob out, blood pounding loudly through your ears, orgasm building in your belly as quick as his thrusts.

Franks hand presses harder into your back, the weight between your shoulder blades a comfort as it pushes you against him harder. "Yeah? Give it to me baby, yeah cmon, let me feel it" he groans roughly, lips against your temple.

That very plea is what sends you over the edge, orgasm bluring your vision as franks thrusts remain steady. Quick and sharp pounds as he fucks into your quivering form. Each movement making the squelch of your weeping cunt louder, a creamy ring forming around the base of Franks cock.

Its only a handful more bucks later that Frank's high crashes into him like lightning. Pulsing ropes of cum painting your insides until you feel physically full.

"Atta girl.. My beautiful fuckin girl" he pants against your skin, sweat soaked and spit stricken. "That what you wanted?"

Your head nods, lips sloppily finding his with a soft whine. hips unconsciously rocking backward, cum leaking out of your messy hole, still plugged by his sensitive cock.

[mrsfudd]

Say yes?

You were the all around high school student. Perfect grades, cheer in the fall and winter then track in the spring. 3.9 gpa and early acceptance to all your favs. Of course you knew Paige, she was one of the best basketball players you ever seen and you always knew to cheer louder for her. Its almost time for senior prom and theres a rumor that Paige is thinking about asking you.

“Does Paige know your stalking her?” Your best friend teases.

Ever since Paiges friends has started talking to you more and shes suddenly outside of all your classes you started to believe the prom proposal stuff was true. Paige had put you in her close friends for some reason which caused you to spend more time than usual on her account.

“Dont ignore me y/n, I know your feeling her” Your friend continues to nag on.

“Please stop, its just all a big joke. It has to be.” You say trying to disregard her.

“So the rumor of her having a crush on you freshman year and sophomore year AND junior year has just been all a big coincidence?” She asks.

“Yes now leave me alone” You say still watching her highlights.

The next day at school you had a track meet at around 5-6 pm. You weren’t too nervous, the 100 was always your event. The pressure only started to kick in when you realized that Paige and her friends were sitting on the bleachers. All her friends were laughing and talking but not Paige. She was dead focused, focused on you.

You get into your lane and it was your routine to wish yourself luck, rub down your thighs and blow yourself a kiss. You were superstitious when it came to sports and it gave you the confidence to be able to finish strong.

You hold your breath as you feel the fake gun set off. You control your body and breath as you repeat “win” and “dont stop” in your head.

You finish first and with a new PR. You are beyond proud of yourself and see your best friend running to hug you.

“GIRL that was everythinggg and your butt looked good” She joked grabbing your water for you.

You were taking off your spikes and changing into something more comfortable when your friends taps you and says “girl look who it is 4 o clock”

It was Paige and her friends walking towards you. She was constantly hitting and shushing them.

“Holy shit” You friend says.

You quickly shush her as they get closer. Paiges friends push her closer to you and your friend gives you a little nudge.

“Hey, y/n right?” Paige says.

“Who else would I be” You say looking up at her. You immediately started overthinking, was that mean? Just try to be cool, dont panic you think to yourself.

“Uh your right” Paige clears her throat and looks back at her friends who are gesturing to keep going.

“I was wondering if you um maybe wanted to grab something to eat after this was all over? I’ll drive.” Paige said while placing her hand on the back of her neck. She looked so nervous.

“Yea that sounds cool” You say trying to keep your composure.

Paiges face becomes a soft baby pink and is trying to hide her smile.

“Here, put your number in my phone” Paige said almost dropping it.

Your hands start to sweat as her finger brushes yours.

You walk closer to her and hand the phone back. She leans down to your ear, but not too close and says “ That kiss should’ve been for me”.

Heat flushed through your body as her and her friends walked away.

“Bitch if you sit here and tell this shit is still some quotes on quote big joke I will murder you” Said your best friend.

“Oh my god stop” You say playfully hitting her.

You put on a school hoodie that was 2 sizes too big and had your black nike pros on with some comfy shoes. Your best friend had went home and but you had to stay and watch the rest of your teammates events. You cheered them on and was trying to have a good time with your teammates on the sidelines but honestly you couldn’t stop thinking about what Paige said. Does that mean she wants to kiss you? Where is she taking you to eat? Do you smell like sweat? You sat and pondered these questions until you realized the meet was finished.

The sun was going down and it left a beautiful pink tone in the sky.

You were walking to the parking lot, thankfully your best friend drove you so you didn’t have to leave your car anywhere. You keep walking looking for Paige until you see her and your heart drops.

Shes leaning against the hood of her car, phone in one hand and keys in other.

“Hey track star” She said as you got closer.

You grin at the nickname and ask “ So where you taking me?” You walked up to her, maybe standing a little too close.

“Hmm, chickfila?” Paige said looking down at you.

“Lets go” You say avoiding eye contact. She made you a different type of nervous, like you could feel it in your whole body this time not just your stomach.

Paige opened the passenger side for you and made a silly face that made you giggle.

Her car was clean and tidy, small but big enough. It smelled and felt like her. Her sports bag and extra sneakers in the backseat. A basketball rolling in the truck. A picture of her baby brother on the rear view mirror. She put on one of your favorite drake songs. It was all over your instagram, she did her research.

You start to sing along and weirdly felt comfortable with her in the car. This was the first moment alone you had with Paige since middle school. You two were in a friend group together and were constantly shipped. Paige and you were still in the closet so you always brushed it off. You wondered if Paige still remembered that.

She pulls into the restaurant and again rushes to open the door for you, she even held your hand as you were getting out. Her hands were strong and soft. They felt safe, a feeling you could get used to.

You order and Paige insisted on paying for you. Paige sits across from you. The slight small smile and pink never left her face.

You spend way too long in the restaurant, food finished at least a hour ago. Conversation with her felt as easy as breathing air. She was naturally funny and your personalities coexisted, constantly complementing each other.

Paige had went to the bathroom for a second and you decided to clean up. It was pitch black outside and you definitely still had to shower and get ready for school the next day.

“Ready to go?” Paige asked.

“Mhm” you say and you stand up, Paiges had meets the small of your back guiding you out the door. You aren’t mad at it and if you were being completely honest with yourself you wanted feel more.

As you were walking out you see Paiges friends and your best friend holding a big sign with fairy lights around it.

“You were in on this?” You say to your best friend with wide eyes.

Paige grabs the sign and stands in front of you. Your hands immediately find your face as Paige asks “Y/N, will you go to prom with me?”

“Yes, YES A THOUSAND TIMES YES!” You say running and jumping on Paige.

She picks you up and your legs wrap around her waist. Her heart was racing and she had the biggest smile on her face. Your breathing synced as you were in her warm embrace. A one minute hug felt like hours and honestly you didn’t want her to let go.

“Oh my god, prom is in a week Paige” You say as she puts you down.

“Yea so” She giggles.

“I wasn’t even planning on going, I need to find a dress!” You say immediately going into prom planning mode.

“Saturday 3 pm, got us a appointment at that dress store” Your best friend says behind you.

“ Oh i love you, thank god” You laugh.

A week later.

It was prom day and you were just coming out of your makeup appointment. Paige had came with you dress shopping, zipped and laced the backs for you and everything. She insisted on this purple dress for some reason but you got a hot pink one instead.

Paige got a matching suit and designer sneakers. Had her hair curled and nails painted.

You and your best friend were in your bedroom. She didn’t go to prom because she just didn’t care enough. She got asked out last year by her boyfriend and went as a junior, since he’s off to college now it didn’t feel right for her to go without him.

She laced the back of your dress and helped with your heels that almost made you Paiges hight. Your parents rented out a all black hellcat for you and her.

You walked down the stairs, holding the bottom of your dress trying not to fall and you catch Paiges eye. Shes in awe. At that moment she was sure you were the prettiest girl in the world and made sure you knew that.

You make it to the bottom stairs and Paige says “Holy shit Y/N like- wow- I- you look so nice”

“You don’t look look too bad yourself” You say as you giggle at her stuttering.

She was seriously taken aback and for good reason. You looked seriously hot.

Yours and Paiges family came to send you off. It felt like you were taking pictures for hours and your heard “aww” “smile guys” “how’d she get so big so fast” at least a thousand times.

“Guys come on, we’re gonna be late” You say trying to rush everybody.

“Okay okay be safe” A family member yells out.

Paige helps you in the car and drives you two to the venue. The car is sleek and sexy, making you feel like royalty. At least a thousand tiktoks were made of you and Paige while she was driving.

Her hand rested on your thigh, she was barely focused on the road, just your beauty.

As you pull into the prom, Paige helps you get out, making sure you dont trip. You heard so many “Is that who I think it is” “Oh my god look at them” “ Y/N looks so good” “ Look at Paige” “ I knew they liked each other”. All the comments made your heart warm and you walked hand and hand through the doors.

“Ooooo look at them y’all” One of Paiges friends said recording you and her walking in.

The whole night was honestly a blur. You had a few smuggled drinks and danced your heart out. Paige never took her eyes off of you. She was mesmerized.

A slow song started to play, you looked for your date and got a little nervous when you saw her walking towards you.

Her hands rest on your waist and yours on her shoulders. Dancing felt like it was only you and her. She was the only one you wanted to be with. She was a smooth dancer and made sure to never step on your toes. Shes so careful and considerate. What took you so long to realize what was here all along.

Paige leaned in, you felt her warm breath on your cheek as she whispered “ Your the prettiest girl here”

You look at her and say “ You too D1”.

Paige chuckles at the nickname and looks down at your lips then back to your eyes.

“What?” You ask getting nervous.

“Can I kiss you track star” Paige asked.

Without even replying you connect your lips to hers. The kiss is soft and tender. You’ve been waiting for this for years and so has Paige. You were finally together. Years of rumors and shipping, here you were with the girl whos been in the back of your mind since you were 12.

3 days after prom.

You missed Paige, with the school year ending everyone was so busy. Paige called you with excitement telling you she got into Uconn. You were beyond proud of her. You finally confessed that you got in as well and her excitement multiplied.

Your just laying in bed, picking at your nails until your phone lights up with a notification. It was Paige.

D1 💕: Y/N

You: yes hi

D1 💕: if i were to ask you to be my girlfriend would you say yes?

[vonbabbitt]

ojima loredump from a couple years back i wrote for my staff

i can finally post more of these now yay. tw for ojima things

so ojima, as you may recall, was one of the OTHER people who was abused by a parent! hes also the youngest of three boys with his two older brothers being four and eight years older than him respectively! his family was pretty well-off financially and his dad had a pretty prominent position in the business world, so from the outside looking in, all was pretty good! except that by the time ojima was born, his parents' marriage was already in a rapid downward spiral and his brothers were already regularly seeing the fallout from this in the form of physical and verbal abuse. ojima was supposed to be the sort of "patch" that was meant to fix their marriage because his mom thought that having another kid would force ojimas dad to be more responsible/caring/present etc, except obviously that did not happen because having a new baby in the house just made things way more stressful. his parents ended up staying together regardless, but their relationship was constantly in turmoil and for the first few years of his life ojima grew up in pretty much the same environment as his brothers: abusive and socially high-pressure

enter ojimas uncle, his dad's brother and another fairly relevant man in the world of business. hes super friendly and the boys love him and hes fun to be around and ojima in particular is attached to him because when hes out with uncle kenji, theres no fighting or yelling or hitting and everything is cool and hes only three so he has no concept of the fact that this dude is getting……..a little bit too comfortable around him! so things eventually get to the point where his uncle is taking ojima on outings without his brothers present, and from there, things escalate, and ojimas relationship with his uncle very quickly becomes sexually abusive. ojima is THREE of course so he has no idea how fucked up this is but understands that he does not like it and does not want to be around his uncle anymore except that things dont stop there and nobody really finds out about it for another two years despite it being ongoing.

so at age five ojima is talking to his oldest brother, who is now thirteen (his name is tetsuya!) and has a total meltdown. he knows hes not supposed to tell people about what he does with his uncle but hes completely losing it and he trusts his brother. tetsuya, who actually understands whats happening and is pissed, thinks it wise to go to their dad, which does not end well! dad is pissed that theyd make accusations like that about his brother and refuses to indulge the idea that ojima could be telling the truth in any way. what ensues is his dad doubling down on the psychological abuse that ojima is going through at home, and for lack of a better term, basically gaslighting him into thinking that hes lying and everything is fine, despite the fact that shit with his uncle is STILL ACTIVELY HAPPENING at this age!

so by around age six, ojima has his first experience with blacking out. between what his uncle is doing, what his dad is doing, the fact that he cant even trust his own mind anymore and the pressure of having to present all this as being totally fine because of his family's social status, something in him just snaps and he completely dissociates. hes suddenly in this world in his head where nobody can hurt him, nothing bad can happen, and MOST IMPORTANTLY, he is completely in control. of everything. ojima has never, ever been in control and its something he becomes practically addicted to because its the only way he can feel safe. it goes from dissociating once at a particularly bad moment to dissociating constantly to escape how shitty his life is. when ojima turns ten, his brother moves out and its absolutely devastating for him because thats one of the only two people in the world he can trust. from that point he pretty much never sees him again. tetsuya does literally everything in his power to get ojima and their middle brother (his name is toshiharu!) out of that environment, but hes eighteen and hes not their parent and their dad has a lot of sway, so it doesnt amount to anything meaningful. ojima is told that his brother left because hes a shitty person and he hates their family and eventually he learns to internalize that and blames his confession and his supposed destruction of their family for tetsuya leaving and never coming back. the many many attempts for tetsuya to contact ojima and toshiharu go interrupted by their dad and the two dont speak again.

things basically continue with ojima being abused at home and at his uncle's until he turns fourteen, at which point the next big milestone is that toshiharu moves out and reconnects with tetsuya, and now the two are full steam ahead on getting ojima out of that environment. except that its still basically useless because they have no legal say over him and their dad is really powerful so everything is still mostly the same except that ojima is completely alone. hes dissociated a good 90% of the time at this point because hes just incapable of handling the absolute shitstorm of things happening to him. hes in a living hell and maladaptive daydreaming is basically his only escape and the only thing that keeps him going. because of this, hes seen as weird and stupid by other kids at school and is treated like shit there too. theres pretty much nothing left in his life that could be considered good or redeeming except for the two things he enjoys: daydreaming and drawing.

contact with his uncle starts to break off around age fifteen when his uncle starts losing interest due to ojima being older now. ojima gets tremendously fucked up over this, and while hes relieved that its not happening, his brain is so torn at this point that he gets caught in a sort of spiral of wondering why hes no longer desirable and why people keep leaving him, even when they're bad people that ojima doesnt want in his life. in this time between age fifteen and age seventeen, things start to improve slightly because his uncle isnt touching him and his dad isnt constantly brainwashing him to get him to forget about his uncle touching him so for this brief gap of time, he can almost live comfortably. he starts doing some freelance illustration work because his dad wants him to get a job and it turns out hes pretty damn good at it, and he enjoys it a lot, so he spends a lot of his time illustrating. hes mainly motivated by the fact that he wants to give other kids like him a beautiful and vivid place to escape to, so he depicts all these fantastical and whimsical worlds in kids' books to give them that same sort of escape that he needed. his brothers are still desperately trying to get in contact with him/get him out of their old house, but its been years by this point and all he knows is that they both decided to completely abandon him one day and never look back, something that he entirely blames himself for.

despite things getting a bit better for him, ojima basically never grows out of the daydreaming and it takes over his life to some degree, which honestly? its debatable whether its good for him or not. on one hand, its extremely disruptive to his life and is not a healthy coping mechanism by any means. on the other hand, it was literally the only thing that got him through the past ten years alive and continues to be his only escape from the shitty life he has. anyway ojima is sixteen now! the physical and psychological torment from his dad starts to transition into a more familial/patriarchal pressure at this point - tetsuya and toshiharu are gone and severed, which means ojima is the son thats going to take over his business one day. suddenly his dad is treating him like a grown man when hes ever only been treated like a doll for his entire life - now hes being taught about business and social policy and world affairs and all these things he isnt interested in and doesnt understand. he really just wants to draw and dissociate and pretend nothing bad is happening to him. except even though hes not being tormented anymore, things are not good! because he has, obviously, absolutely massive amounts of trauma that he is not coping with. instead of ever dwelling on this or addressing it, which arent really options for him anyway, he goes deeper and deeper into his own headspace to escape it and pretty much locks himself away in this dissociative world to ignore everything that isnt his own art.

then ojima turns SEVENTEEN and the world flips. his brothers finally manage to get their case in front of a judge and the ojima family business SINKS LIKE A ROCK. his parents are in jail, and hes suddenly out on his ass. his brothers scoop him up pretty fast and do their best to piece him back together, but ojima is absolutely fucked in the head by this point. he lives with tetsuya and toshiharu and continues working because he loves to work, but he seriously struggles to rebuild the relationship he once had with them because in his understanding, they hate him. thats what hes been told for years. they live in this very tense situation where his brothers desperately want to help him, but they are also traumatized and they do not know what to do for him because hes just an absolute mess. ojima bounces around the idea of therapy for a while and frequently registers for therapy/drops out/registers/drops out repeat repeat repeat because he knows his broken and he knows he needs help, but going to therapy means actually thinking about his past and what happened to him and he cant do that. its terrifying and it hurts and he just wants to be in his own headspace. it leads to a lot of very emotional conversations with his brothers who still just dont know what to do but desperately want to get him help somehow.

and then the killing game starts

[antiwhores]

The rubble smells underneath this building. The smell of dirt, dust, and suit. It’s intoxicating, almost. What’s more intoxicating? Katsuki Bakugou’s scent as you straddle him.

About 2 minutes ago, a building started to fall down right in Bakugou’s path. You were both fighting a villain with a quirk thats almost as destructive as Bakugou’s.

The villain went down but the villain decided that so would you guys. So in one last petty move, he dropped a building when Bakugou was distracted.

You dove towards him, scared to see your agency leader die. Especially since you harbored feelings for him ever since you met him 5 years ago.

You knew that you couldnt make it out in time so in quick thinking you threw yourself on top of him and redirected yourself to an area where you didn’t think that I’d fall on you guys.

It was a close call because it was a tight enough space just to fit the both of you.

“HEY!”

Who the hell is he yelling at?

“Wake up, dumbass! Shit, shit, shit… please be alive.”

You forced your eyes, that you didn’t even know were closed, open. You’re straddled on top of him, with your head on his chest. He’s against a wall, looking down at you with a look that you’ve never seen on him before. It quickly turned to relief.

“Holy shit,” he tightened the hands around your waist, “if you would have died I’d have fucking killed you.”

You moved the get off of him but he stopped you. “Theres no room, you’ll bump your head.”

You groaned at the situation, “Fuck.”

“Ex- fucking - actly, this shit sucks.”

As your brain begins to unfog, you start to digest the situation. Panic runs through your body as you wiggle your body.

“What the hell? Stop panicking.” He attempts to still you but you continue to flail.

“Im fucking claustrophobic! I’m gonna loose my shit!”

Tears well up in your eyes when your back hits against the concrete rock behind you for the 10th time.

“Fuck, you’re gonna- fucking stop!”

You only stop when you hear a grunt escape his lips. You blush as the realization comes to you. You’d been grinding against him while trying to get out. He blushes back, grabbing your head and forcing it on his chest.

“God, here- just lay your head down. You’re right on my dick doing that shit.”

Your heart is beating out of your chest. You cant tell if it’s from the fact that your boss is hard against your clothed regions or the situation of being stuck for god knows how long.

“Im sorry, I-“

“It’s fine, it’ll go away. Just stop moving.”

But will it? The way he’s feeling right now with your tits pressed against him and his dick against your crotch doesn’t seem to be fading. He can practically feel the heat radiating from your pussy.

After 5 minutes of silence, he thinks he’s gonna go crazy. His dick is still hard and you’re still on top of him trying your best to not move. The pressure of you against him is unfortunately enough to keep it hard and its driving him nuts.

You both speak at the same time.

“Fuck, can you-“

“What if I help?”

You bury your face deeper into his chest trying to hide your entirely red face.

“What?”

He waits for you to speak, wanting to confirm that you’re saying what he thinks you’re saying. You mumble something so low he almost didn’t hear it.

“I wanna help make it go away. If you wanna.”

Bakugou doesn’t speak for what felt like an eternity. Sure, he wanted to take you out on a date. But he thought he could at least wine and dine you before you start getting intimate. His brain is foggy as he thinks about all the late nights he’s spent looking at press photos of you while he strokes himself.

“You don’t have to-“ “But I want to.”

Neither of you say a word as Bakugou tightens his hold on your hips. He pulls you down hard against his cock. You both suck in a breath.

Bakugou curses as he repeats the motion. You begin to grind with him, angling your body so your clit rubs against where you connect.

Its a back and forth effort. You both work towards chasing your highs. One hand leaves your hips and pulls at your hair. He pulls you back to where your neck is exposed to him.

He latches onto your neck, licking and sucking marks into you between groans.

You put a hand over your mouth. The moans that are coming out are getting progressively louder.

“Move your hand.” He demands.

You shake your head. It’s too embarrassing the way you’re moaning like a bitch in heat.

Your eyes almost roll back at a particular harsh thrust. He rips your hand off while you’re distracted. He puts it at your side. “Move it and i’ll bite you.”

You pull at your hero costume. It’s so damn hot.

He takes it as an invitation to pull up your shirt and grab at your tits. He pulls your bra up, “Fuckkk, your tits are so perfect.”

You borderline whine when he sucks on your tit while playing with the other. All while grinding up onto you.

You feel yourself reaching the edge, “Katsuki- Im gonna.”

“Cum for me then.”

Your whole body shakes as your orgasm runs through your body. You shove your mouth against his. The kiss is hurried and hungry.

He only breaks it when his orgasm practically punches him in the face. He grips onto you so hard that theres no way he’s not leaving bruises. He bites into the juncture between your neck and your shoulder. He bites so hard that you cry out.

His eyes roll back and a long grown forces itself out.

After you both come down you look each other in the eyes as you breathe heavily.

You’re the first one to break the silence.

“Your eyes are really pretty up close.”

He chuckles, “Go on a date with me and I’ll let you see them even closer.”

[thbbie]

༄ shanks x reader. (based on this ask)

shanks knows you're needy. you love touching him, having him touch you, hearing sweet words and all that. he really doesn't mind, he's the same way after all.

you guys are always huddled close, touching some how. and oh he could be shameless with it sometimes. it's just his nature, why would he be bothered with others when you are all that could ever matter?

so when you get upset with him, and decide to head off to bed early, without him, he knows you just need some space. some time to think, you can't sleep well without him, and he's the same exact way. shanks needs to hold you to feel you always, but especially when he sleeps.

it was something stupid, one of the crew members telling the story of the time shanks complained about clinginess in a partner after an unpleasant encounter with pushy people that wouldn't accept his polite but clear no as an answer. he isn't the type to needlessly start a fight so continued just brushing them off.

that wasn't about you, it wasn't even a thought that crossed his mind when he's with you.

shanks wants more of you, as much as your willing to give him. touch him more, talk to him more, laugh with him more. anything, anything with you.

he follows you back to his cabin a little later, fining you curled on the far side of your bed. you're on his side, holding his pillow close to you, arms and legs wrapped around it tight and your nose buried in its softness.

the red haired man cannot help but smile at that, such a sweet thing you are, cling to his pillow to fall asleep. there's a pang of guilt though that persists, he really doesn't feel that way.

shanks climbs into bed behind you, laying on his side and pulling you in by the waist; you don't need his pillow when you have all of him to yourself.

instictivly you find yourself wanting to turn to face him, to bury your face in his chest and wrap your arms around his waist but you don't. not yet. pushing the need below the surface, you're mad at him right now.

the smell of him envelops you, salty from sweat and sea, and somehow, so incredibly reminiscent of home. your home. shanks.

he presses kisses to your body, whatever he could reach from the awkward angle; your hair, the tip of your ear, the back of your neck, that sensitive spot near the base of your jaw — he was successful in getting your attention at least. scratchy stubble tickling you with every brush against your skin

you turn in his arm, maneuvering your position from face if away to facing him directly. your brows knit and voice firm, "i'm still upset with you,"

"mmmhm i figured." voice low, heavy and heavy, his hand roaming your body, applying gentle pressure " but you can't sleep like that. your tense, if you sleep now you'll hardly feel rested when you wake" his voice is smooth, brown eyes soft and dilated.

"turn around for me. yea- theree you go" "shut up" but you do it anyway, embarrassed by the way he's speaking but still you listen, turning in his hold so your back is facing his chest once again.

"let me help you relax. do you get the most of your sleep" he hooks your leg over his hip when you're situated comfortably against him.

shanks pulls your shorts aside, fingering the little twitchy nub between your legs, stroking you where he knows youre sensitive slowly turning you breathless. he just watches you, with so much fondness he watches you melt away under his tender touch.

he slips a finger into you, dragging slowly along your walls, his touch is so spft it feels teasing, he keeps it up until you begin bucking into his hand. grinding your hips into his hand and pushing yourself closer to him, chasing your pleasure.

you need more. "s-shanks. stop teasing i- ahhh~"

pulling his finger out of you, sliding his tip against your entrance, still gentle still teasing. he doesn't push in until your hands grasp at his forearms nails digging into his tanned skin with a shaky pleading cry of his name. that's what he wanted so he'll give you what you want.

he slips into you, inching in slowly till his hips are flush against yours. he lets out a deep groan when he does, feeling you gripping him so tight, shushing your quiet slurred " 'ts too much" pressing sweet kisses to your hair, his hand comes up to play with your puffy nipple.

twisting and turning the little hardened peaks between his rough fingers while you adjust to accommodating his full length.

he starts to thrust slow, sensual. the sweet words from his lips don't cease, your head feels fuzzy ands you're so warm. so comfortable and blissful in his hold.

the pace he sets is still slow, rocking you to sleep with his body, lulling you with his low groans and endless praise. shanks still plays with your puffy nipples, but he stops when he feels the stimulation gets distracting.

you're tired, he knows. he wants nothing more than your rest, so instead is warm hand moves to your belly; pressing into your softness with a comfortable weight while rubbing soothing circles into the skin.

"i love you you know"

he stops the moment of his hand and pauses mid-grind when you don't reply, "[name]?"

"mmm~"

shanks peaks over your shoulder at your face; asleep. your brows are no longer tugged close together and your lips aren't curled in a frown, a soft serene expression on your resting face instead.

"heh, sleep well, sweet thing."

he watches you for a little longer, still buried to the hilt inside you and looking all to pleased with himself, though the feeling of pride is dwarfed by the fondness he feels looking at you in such peacefulness.

he kisses your temple softly and watches the methodical rise and fall of your back until his own eyes turn heavy with sleep, weighing down until he can longer stop it from taking him away.

his last thought is a quiet prayer to who knows who that he'll get to see you in his dreams too.

zoro ver. law ver

[arroganceisherfavoritecolor]

Dead Man Walking

✧˚ · . y/n plays doctor with Donnie after he gets jumped...

warnings: violence, mentions of blood, fluff

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Donnie laid on the cold hard ground. The moonlight shone down on him. The cold autumn breeze was stuck in his throat, sending chills down his spine. His chest heaved up and down, trying to catch the breath he got knocked out of him. Seth and Ricky were long gone by now, speeding off in their car.

It was around 10:00 PM. Donnie was just trying to have a normal night, get some fresh air by going on a walk. Yet here came Seth and Ricky, pulling up beside him in their trashed car. They jumped out of the vehicle, grabbing Donnie by the neck. They shoved him to the ground, beating him instantly. They punched his face, kicked his ribs, and stomped his chest. Donnie was no weakling, so he of course tried fighting back. Unfortunately, when theres two meat heads jumping you, its kind of hard to use some self defense. They beat him for what felt like hours, but was probably closer to 10 minutes. After they beat Donnie to a pulp, Seth and Ricky got in their car and drove off.

He rolled on his side, pain surging through his body. The first thing that popped into Donnie's mind was Y/n. He wanted her, he needed her. He picked himself up off of the ground, stumbling a bit. He limped down the road on the way to Y/ns house. Thankfully, Donnie and Y/n lived in the same neighborhood, meaning he didn't have to walk very far from where he was.

After a few minutes, Donnie finally arrived at his girlfriends house. He knocked on the door. He saw Y/n peek through the blinds, swinging the door open as soon as she noticed it was him. Her mouth fell open at the horrid sight before her. Donnie was covered in dirt and blood. His eyebrow was busted, a small cut dripped with blood. His left eye was already bruised and swollen. His nose and mouth were bloody, and maybe even a little crooked. He had numerous cuts and scrapes all over him, from his face to his arms. "D..Donnie? Baby what happened?" Y/n asked frantically. Donnie walked towards her, embracing her. She held Donnie, feeling his blood drip onto her t-shirt. Suddenly, he fell to his knees, dragging Y/n down. "Seth..Ricky...they..beat me." Donnie looked at the ground, ashamed of himself. Y/n picked him up by the shoulders, carrying him into her house.

Donnie sat on the toilet seat, Y/n in front of him. She cleaned his cuts and iced his bruises. There was a small first aid kit resting on the bathroom counter and a bowl of ice cubes beside it. Y/n held a bottle of rubbing alcohol in her hand. Donnie sucked his teeth, feeling the burning sensation of the alcohol being pressed onto his cut. "I know, my love. Im sorry, just this one more and we'll be done." Y/n was gently fixing him up, her soft hands grazing his face. Although Donnie was in immense pain, it felt nice being babied. Y/n put a bandaid over one of his numerous cuts, finally finished to the best of her abilities. "There. All better." Donnie stood up and looked in the mirror. His eye was still black and swollen, but he definitely looked and felt better than before. Y/n snaked her arms around Donnie, hugging him from behind. He winced in pain, pressure being put on the cuts and bruises around his torso. Y/n lifted up his shirt, exposing nasty wounds from the beating. She looked up at Donnie sympathetically. "Those pricks are gonna pay for this. Tomorrow we gotta tell the principal-" "No, Y/n. We cant. Why would we, so they can kick my ass again? Kill me this time?" Donnie cut Y/n off. His eyes had that crazy look in them, the one that she knew all too well. Y/n backed off, understanding that he was just frustrated. Donnies expression softened, feeling bad for snapping at his girlfriend. "Im sorry baby. Its just...I don't want you to think i'm weak. Like i cant protect you." Donnie felt like a pussy. Emasculated. Y/n cupped his cheek, looking deep into his blue puppy eyes. "I know you're not weak, Don." Y/n pressed a kiss to his lips, still swollen. Donnie put his hand over hers, smiling.

The pair laid on Y/ns couch. Y/n didnt even care about her parents catching Donnie in their house at this late hour. All she was worried about was her baby. Donnie recounted the events that had just happened as Y/n ran her fingers through his hair. They didn't speak about what was gonna happen next, what was gonna happen tomorrow at school. They simply relished in eachothers presence. After a few moments of silence, Y/n looked down at her chest to see that Donnie had fallen asleep. She pressed a kiss to his forehead, snuggling him.

She was gonna make those pieces of shit's lives a living fucking nightmare.

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(wow dis was a random idea lol i thought it was a cute lil concept tho. pt 2 of girl next door will be out on friday :3)

[stevie-petey]

blurb idea? stug isn't having sex yet obviously but maybe dustin walks into bug's room while they're lying really close on her bed reading together and he flips his shit like OH MY EYES and they're like ...boy we're literally just sitting here. and steve's over for dinner and dustin refuses to look at him and claudia's like ok what's up and you're like literally nothing he's so dumb

i love dramatic dustin with stug so YES !!

enjoy <3

"so jo just rejects laurie? like, flat out, brutally rejects his marriage proposal after years of being best friends and basically already in love?"

"i mean, there are some nuances youre missing, but yeah. basically."

"what kind of sick book is this?" steve shoves the book away from him in disdain. his nose is scrunched up, offended, and you refrain from kissing it all better.

you fix a piece of hair thats fallen in his face as he lays next to you on your bed. "jo and laurie are tragic, i'll admit." your words are rough from reading for hours. steve always insists that you read the books for him, he claims youre better at it, but you know its because he loves the sound of your voice. "but its what makes the book so wonderful, dont you think?"

steve rolls his eyes at you. "your obsession with tragic romances concerns me. what, are you going to reject my proposal next? make me beg on my hands and knees for you?"

"technically you already did beg on your hands and knees for me-"

"wait, you didnt say youd accept my proposal."

with a sly laugh you clear your throat and bring the book back up to your face, continuing to read. steve stares at you as you read the heartbreaking words aloud, his eyes travel the length of your neck and the slope of your nose. the scene youre reading breaks his heart more than hed care to admit. youve been reading little women to steve for a few weeks now. he really thought itd be jo and laurie in the end.

lost in the way you voice lilts between jos soft rejection and lauries broken pleads, neither you nor steve hear dustin calling for you until its too late.

the boy barges into your room and nearly shrieks his head off when he realizes steve is in bed with you. "my eyes!" he cowers to close the door, covering his face with his grubby little hands.

"dustin!" you shout at him, throwing a pillow at him to shut up him. hes being dramatic, you and steve werent even doing anything. your boyfriend is lying next to you while you read him a long and horrendous breakup scene from a classic book. if anything, the two of you should be doing literally anything else.

steve rolls off your bed and lands on his feet in one fluid motion before running over to your brother. grabbing dustins shoulders, he shakes him to try and stop the screaming. "hey! alright, can you quit it?"

"no! you were-you-my eyes!" dustin scrubs at his face with utter turmoil. he hadnt even known that steve was in his house. normally the asshole makes his presence known, stops by dustins room to say hi. its why he barged in in the first place.

had dustin known hed walk into steve in your bed, he wouldve brought a goddamn flame thrower with him instead.

"we were reading, you moron!" youre next to steve now, desperately trying to quiet your brother before your mom asks whats going on. hes already bad enough, but if your mother finds out steve had been in your bed as well, thered be permanent hearing loss.

"read at your desk! thats what those damn things are built for!"

steve shoves his hand through his hair, agitated. "oh, and who are you? the desk police?"

"'desk police'?" you stare at the teen, disappointed. "thats the best you could come up with?"

"im under a lot of pressure right now. cut me some slack."

"i want you dead."

both you and steve turn to dustin, shocked and disturbed by his words.

"okay, thank you for sharing your feelings, dustin." awkwardly you pat his shoulder. at least hes being honest and open with you. "not necessarily what i wanted to hear, but im proud of you for sharing-"

"he wants me dead and youre commending him?"

"not now," jamming an elbow into steves side, you shut him up and focus on your brother again. "now, is there a reason you barged in or can we go back to reading?"

dustins grimace on his face seems permanent now. his nose is slightly upturned, his eyes distrusting. narrowing them at you, he takes slow, calculated steps back out of your room. "dinner is ready," he says tersely before leaving entirely.

"well, this will be fun." steve sighs, and you nod grimly.

dinner is not fun.

dustin doesnt look steve in the eye the entire time. he sits as far away as possible from the teen. when asked to pass the bread, dustin pointedly ignores steves request and throws a roll to you. the bread nearly knocks your mothers water over and shes finally had enough.

"goodness, dusty! what has gotten into you tonight?" she exclaims, settling the glass that threatens to spill.

mouth full of mashed potatoes, his eyes light up evilly. before he can even think about opening his obnoxious mouth, you kick him underneath the table. your foot connects with his shin and dustin wheezes mashed potatoes all over his meal.

"dusty!" your mother gasps, alarmed. she looks at you in concern while steve snorts into his glass of water. "what is going on with you three?"

"nothing, mom." grabbing the bread that was thrown at you, you pick it apart with your fingers and make a delighted sound. "dinner is lovely tonight, by the way."

"i love what youve done with the mashed potatoes, mrs. henderson." steve is quick to add, jumping in. he makes a whole show of scooping up the mashed food and shoving it into his mouth, moaning in pleasure. "is there garlic in this?"

your mother, always easily distracted, claps her hands with joy. "why, yes! i wanted to try something different. do you really like it?"

"i adore it."

later that night you find yurtle the turtles mealworms underneath your pillow.

“COME HOME” BLURB MASTERLIST

if you’d like to buy me a coffee ☕︎

[magiturge]

the oc x canon has hit the.. magiturge, again.

if you are for whatever reason interested in what i have for them, under cut. be warned it is very long

this is taken from a thread i made on twitter

seneca, as i believe i’ve mentioned before, tends to sleep on trash piles or wooded areas. i feel at some point he would’ve unintentionally gotten into pink swamp where richardson’s property is due to his attraction to the calming atmosphere.

he would be relatively unaware of the fact it’s private property, more or less just interested in the atmosphere and how peaceful it is. he would call it a garden. though i think of course, paton would inform richardson somebody got into his property and seek them out

i did not draw it.. because im lazy, but richardson would have his shotgun, to also pressure the intruder to leave like with vincent but seneca is not a malicious intruder. he is at most just leaning on the railings of marshland to look around quietly

seneca has very poor survival instinct given whats.. wrong with him, and does not immediately notice that richardson is approaching him carefully with a gun. he is likely just staring out into the water, and the only thing that breaks him out of the peaceful moment is blood from off of his head into the water, making him finally look around to see richardson approaching. all he sees is somebody whos at an advantage over him, with a weapon, and that signals to seneca hes going to get hurt so all that makes him do is stumble and fall onto his back fearfully, murmuring pathetically because he does not want to die and tries to flee. he didnt want trouble he just wants somewhere to rest. he honestly probably looks crazy to richardson, bloody cage with josafa cross on him

i feel.. atleast based on how kind richardson seems as well as trying to get away from the noise can spare seneca some peace of mind. in the moments prior to seneca noticing him, he was likely observing seneca just look around wistfully

looking around wistfully with no weapon in sight, with a stumble in his walk and propping against the railings shows someone very vulnerable or atleast not well fit to defend themself or has intent to hunt and cause harm and his poor attention and awareness lended to that

even as he tries to flee he is propping his hands on the railings, feeling a bit stupid for not noticing the small wooden homes on the sides of the marshland and not deducing somebody lived here. he just wants to run off to somewhere quiet, but he is not healthy.. he cant run

i think, i can imagine with how warbly seneca ends up sounding with pleas, theres some level of panicky calming down because hes very much not a threat right now, and reluctant wary dragging to the infirmary on one side of the marshland.

the whole interaction makes seneca more skittish than normal because hes afraid of being trapped somewhere and gunned down like an animal moments after he thought he had peace. in a way, hes silently accepting what he believes will happen to him

at the moment, richardson does not see that seneca is in way worse shape than he seems ( i.e cannot see how malnourished and thin he is, only sees the visible blood and disfigurement of his face ) and does not understand immediately its not as simple as removing the cage

it throws seneca into a panicky fit in the infirmary of standing up against the walls, hands sprawled like a spider facing richardson, murmuring over and over about how hes trying to kill him. how hes just playing with his food and all kinds of violent accusations

hes just scared. its just coupled up experiences applied to his situation, of kindness stabbing him in the back. he doesnt want to lend himself to extreme vulnerability, hes all trembly, he’d rather hurt forever than die once

it would take so much persuasion for him to relax a little, and just allow richardson to try atleast dabbing gauze on his face through the bars of his cage. it is a really slow process, like dealing with a scared animal. slow movements, and very gentle

and even with some lighthearted comments, to ease the tension, seneca would just continue to stare at richardson with wide crooked eyes, at every movement, with his mouth pulled in a strained smile as he shakes. he cant help being scared. richardson, may likely stick around in the infirmary watching seneca even as hes laying down. hes still an intruder even if he looks weak and harmless.

that little cot is the most comfortable place hes rested in so long, even though hes shaking like crazy, that little cushiony feels against his head through the bars of his cage, and the give from the cot to his body, makes the tremors cease into slumber

hes out cold for the rest of the day basically.. even though his blood soaks the cot while he sleeps. i dont know how long richardson wouldve been there watching, but he’ll be lingering around the marsh when he wakes up

..given hes still scared, and his nature of living now, even though its a comfortable little place he feels the need to flee and run, scrabble up the marshland cliffs and go elsewhere where he isnt cornered

scrabble up like a poor cat at a door and fall over, just in sight of richardson. clang his caged head against the floor and be winded from a feeble attempt. even from a long rest, from how winded he is from a little fall makes it clear hes in way worse shape than he seems

he just looks up at the canopy of trees and the sky with labored breathing. from here, its a little more lighthearted. a guy who gets away from the screens, with a rather humorous curiosity for things read on the web and guy whos a bit of a faux religious nutcase

with how richardson seems to occasionally bring up things in props 4 sale about things hes seen online, i imagine some of the religious tidbits he finds will spark some kind of chatter from seneca but even his tidbits are skewed and odd.

and given how away richardson is from all the noise, his property would be a nice little place for seneca to avoid the noise and dangers of thornight given its only pretty at a distance. its likely seneca will just wander and gaze for awhile.

it might even be funny to watch seneca at a distance be still and in control of his body just to break into tremors when approached again. it could be a funny pairing, is what im saying..

something something, richardson being able to stick his hands through the bars of seneca’s cage and for him to not shake at all. i dont think seneca would even realize his feelings, i dont think he would notice how much more he is talking from the sanest part of his mind.

( doing a gesture, points at attached image to read before continuing )

richardson can do so much for seneca, but seneca is staring past it AT him. seneca can give nothing to richardson but his company and his craft.

seneca does not understand his feelings, he just feels safe. he feels his insistence on offering richardson things hes crafted from garbage and thinks around the marshland is solely for expressing gratitude for his hospitality when whats been put into making them is affection.

he could’ve simply plucked a flower and given it to him, but the reality is seneca would carefully crinkle candy wrappers into bouquet paper, bedazzle flowers with crystals from the caves and fold paper into petals as a gift. even if hes unstable, he loves rather colorfully.

[skellygutzxx]

theres a lot of nuances to you and to me

or the forsaken isekai fanfic

[1] sell your soul to netease

in which: after identity v goes down for the dreaded maintenance work, you search for alternatives to fill the asymmetrical horror shaped hole in your heart.

inspired by @dearestzaychik's own series <3

cw: cursing, reader referred to as you or '____', the reader is a LOSER with a crippling identity v addiction, reader is a teenager, idk that's it as far as I'm concerned, lowercase intended

perhaps this wasn't the brightest idea.

it was around 12:30 in the morning, on a SCHOOL night, and you're staring at the identity v log-in screen. click, click, click

'The server is undergoing maintenance, please try to log in later.'

you're fucking joking. still?

your hands come to run through your hair, you're gonna pull out your hair.

all you wanted to do was admire your collection of skins you've probably paid thousands of dollars for. some pixels on a screen.

god, you need new hobbies.

you close out the identity v tab, you're reflection stares right back at you. god, youve seen better days. hundreds of better days.

the phone underneath the mass of blankets and clothes begins to violently buzz to life, the jingle you have as your ringtone playing aloud in the dimly lit room.

you let it go to voicemail.

the brightness of the screen seems to point out every little thing you hate about your face. the redness under your puffy eyes from what felt like the never-ending sobbing you've picked up recently, your hair slightly clung to your forehead.

god, you look horrible.

you kick yourself off the bed, deciding to do at least something to make yourself look better. shedding old clothes and putting on new ones: simple plaid pajama pants and a t-shirt you got from a friend. it was a stupid white elephant gift, just a navy blue shirt that said 'my favorite people call me grandpa'. you put on a jacket and some shoes and head outside. along the way, you wound up getting your wallet and keys. you just. drove.

you wound up in the parking lot of taco bell with some nacho fries, a baja blast, and a 12 count of cinnabons.

god fucking damn it. who gave you free will?

legs kicked up on the dashboard as you scrolled through your phone until you wound up on the roblox homepage. kite naiad for more of 7 seconds? no thanks, that game is a lawless land, especially when identity v goes down.

dandys world? ummm...not right now. you dont really feel like fighting six year olds over your choice of playing extractor pebbles

pressure? no.

you hover over the next game. a few of your friends on roblox were playing right now. 'ohhhh...this is the game that they were going crazy over.'

click

ok so after a while of playing this game in the taco bell parking lot, you have concluded that its not that bad. maybe it because you picked up how the killer's kits worked easily since they have similar ones in identity v, but all in all, it was kinda fun.

after this match (in which you fully believe that your teammates must've ate batteries as children which therefore is why this 1x1 practically chewed you up and spat you out) you tried to leave the game.

you couldnt.

what the fuck

you try to turn off your phone

you cant.

what the fuckkkkk...

a static sound emerges from the speaker of your phone and you swear to god that this must be all of the illegal movies you've downloaded finally coming to get you.

"oh god oh fuck i shouldnt have pirated trolls 3 as a joke bro no no no please-" you pressed yourself against the seat of the car. there's no way this is happening to you.

you feel a tug at you entire being. its harsh and it hurts.

you pass out and wake up what you can only describe as a damp and dark abandoned town.

what the fuck.

[lovesickf-fics]

Hex tech and sex toys

tw : Hexstrap, Strap on, t4t relationship, t4t characters, begging, playing with tcock, light slapping, talking through it, praise

Ship mention : Jayvik (Jayce x Viktor) Arcane

Summary : Long nights at the lab require some tlc and winding down. There's always one way for Viktor to get Jayce relaxed for the evening

Relaxation doesn't come easy to the pair of them, and while their evenings are less argument filled than the beginning of their experiments, it still takes a little more than just going to bed for them to manage to sleep.

That's what started this problem, late nights at the lab, high tensions, and a little too much sexual chemistry, plus their conversations dipping into all sorts of things as the clock turning from late to early hours, it was inevitable that something was to happen.

That was a while ago now, and every night, they have a similar routine. Tonight is no different from that.

The lab shut down and in darkness, a hand held walk back to the bedroom and as soon as the door shuts, lips are against eachother.

Viktor pushes Jayce back against the door and jayce lets him, it comes naturally, the flow between them, how viktor leads and how jayce behaves.

Viktor strips him, letting his fingers trace Jayce's scars, a chest he finds to be perfectly sculpted for the man infront of him, how by the time viktor gets his pants off theres already a boner and a wet patch in his boxers. Only causing more of a smirk to be on his face.

Jayce whimpers, he'd say its the cold, he always did whenever viktor would ask, and thats why he was lead to the bed. Every single time that whimper was a sign to move.

And so they did. With Jayce soaked already and the sheets surrounding him, Viktor began stripping himself, letting jayce watch in the way he discovered the larger man liked so much.

His own body was carved, his scars darker than the rest of him, and his body shaped to his own design, Jayce's eyes dont leave his body, trailing down where the fabric was laying seconds before.

When viktor goes to lean forward its Jayce that jumps, grabbing the toy they use so frequently now that its perfected. Made by them - for them and them alone.

He takes it from Jayce, putting it on and the mechanisms hiss into place, the thrum of hex tech sparking the length to life. They both cant stop the smiles on their faces, an experiment that works perfect and a feeling that makes it worth it all

And it is so worth it designed to rub perfectly against viktor, a small nook for his tcock to thrust into and the length crafted for jayce to feel every inch at it's absolute most.

Putting it on viktor lets out a sigh of relief, ready to take out any frustrations of the day onto jayce and jayce spreads his legs a little further in anticipation, waiting on the command.

"Well go on, strip."

He jumps again, rushing to tug his boxers off, ignoring how theyre tight around his thighs and wet in the center, his tcock hard and cunt dripping.

Viktor lines up, adjusting himself on the bed so he's comfortable and gently nudges the tip against Jayce's anticipating hole

"Viktor please hurry up- please"

Viktor hushes him, taking his hand, gently dragging the tips of his fingers down across Jayce's cock, watching how it bounces back up and how it twitches from his colder touch.

He presses his palm against it, enjoying the pressure in his cupped hand and the way jayce tries to rock back onto his strap and his hand, Viktor watches, enjoying the way his face goes red and how his eyelashes get wet even without the tears.

He pulls his hand away, relishing in the pathetic sound Jayce makes without thinking, like its natural and raw and his

Viktor shushes him once more, leaning forward a little, slipping the tip in, Jayce's cunt swallowing it like a starved man would food. The sounds of his cunt and his moans fill the bedroom.

Even with just the tip inside, Jayce is debauched, he's flushed down to his chest, the hair looking darker against his red toned skin and his face getting wet with sweat. He tries to hold still, even with his hips moving and legs shaking he tries so hard to be good

"That's it Jayce, you're holding up well this time. Do you want more?"

"Yes! yes viktor, i want more i want more please"

The words leave his mouth in a babble, messy and rushed, and viktor obliges, Sliding to the base in a single movement.

Jayce almost sobs as he thanks viktor, and he lays there bare and sweaty as viktor starts moving.

Viktor thrusts slow, beginning to find his pace, back and forth and back and forth, Jayce's body moves with him, his curves bouncing, and his head flung back.

The strap harness rubs viktor just right, made to make him overstimulated as he forces himself into jayce's wet hole over and over again, both of them getting needier and needier as it drags them to the edge over and over.

As they get closer Jayce starts to talk more, he always does and the babbles are so simple

"Please viktor? please it's so good, it feels good, your cock is fucking perfect, we did it so fucking well we're so clever please please can i cum?"

Viktor simply hums, biting back the moan that rises with the begging and praise and he fucks harder, not by much but it makes it hit everywhere jayce needs and the pressure against his cock is exactly what he needed.

They cum together, seeing white, eyes shut and bodies tensing and relaxing in time with the spurts that soak the harnesses inside and the length in its entirety.

With the toy soaked and their chests rising and falling, viktor pulls out and releases the clasps on his hips, letting jayce put it away while he lays there, they cuddle - they'll say reluctantly but in reality they enjoy the warmth and jayce enjoys tracing circles into Viktors hips while theyre bodies tangle

[the-moon-files]

So I have tried to request this prompt from someone else but I don't think their blog is that active anymore. If your willing I'd love to request the following.

Prompt: Reader is bisexual and gender neutral.

Reader is considered fairly attractive and gets flirted with pretty often by basically whoever gender wise. And maybe reader and Zelda even end up flirting a little bit. Reader would have a similar lackadaisical flirty personality as Warriors has.

I wanted to see how each of The Chain would react to this with the context of them having secret feelings for the reader.

2nd official request, woo look at me go 🏃💨

Sun: Gender-neutral Reader (”you”/they/them)

Orbit: Headcanons-ish

Stars: Zelda (Assuming they meant BOTW), + the classic Chain of Links <3

Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild cussing, mild typical loz violence, Mildly Suggestive, & Trigger Warnings: none known.

Please comment if I missed any. /gen

so i like to think that modern flirting is radically different than their medieval flirting,

like mayyybbeee Wild can handle it, but even then, they have royalty/knights still, so hes still gettin flustered lol

and i like to think u learned that difference the first time Wars complimented ur new/strange modern fit, and u returned the energy?? except 10x stronger (to them)??

youve played the player, and beat him at his own game, the Captain of the knights is sputtering and shit LMAO

(he said smth like, “their beauty is god-like in this otherworldly clothing“ and YOU said smth like he’d “thank you, youd look better in my bed than in armor 👉 😎 👉 ” lmao)

funniest part is, bc its so natural, i can see u immediately shooting off smth and forgetting it instantly, much to the Links collective shock 😭

u go to towns and notice theres always 1 hero around to steer u away from shopkeepers, townsppl, etc so u wont flirt w/them LMAO

(when u finally notice, u just, “ohh i get it now, so im only allowed to flirt with someone named Link, ohhh, okayy” and they just, “NO we didnt say that-!” “No its just their bold flirtations are not for the weak of heart-!” “Yes.” “CAPTAIN-”)

the only one who they cant steer u away from is Zelda.

afterall, they kinda have to inform the Princess/now Queen of the kingdom, whats going on w/them traveling with Link (Wild) around time and space

the sheikah tablet had been disconnecting + reconnecting to Purah’s both fascination and worry

so as theyre invited to eat dinner and explain in the rebuilding castle, everyone’s absorbed in shadow talk or smth, and u can see Zelda’s struggling to follow along, u just casually bring it back to her, as she’s also trying to write notes and theyve moved on too quickly w/o her

“wowww, all these men and not a single one’s gonna offer the lady any, ‘hi, hello, how is the most beautiful girl in the world today?’ “

and the gapingggg from the links shut them right up, while Zelda goes all pink and coughs, and agrees that they should move on to more chill topics lol

and u can crack anybody tbh, Zelda giggles at ur compliments all the time, even in work mode, u can deffo get Wars to blush to his ears, and even Time to look away first in a flirty + staring contest lol

Legend might actually put his hands up like he’s prepared to fight u anytime u try to flirt at him when its just you two, before he realizes what hes doing and stops LMAO

oh and u absolutely get a lot of mileage out of that one lol

the best reactions have gotta be, in order of most to least extreme: Hyrule, Sky, Wild, Four, Legend, Twilight, Wars, Time

Rulie, Sky, Wild and Four fall into that classic, shocked-heart-eyes, full blush up to their pointy ears, etc category when u get them,

they are also very easy to get lmao

Four is the best at recovery, or ducking away, but if its the Colors, its this type of obvious lol, w/the obvious ones like Red and Blue, Green takes a little more to break, and tbh Vio could go toe-to-toe w/u better than Wars tbh before he crumbles under the pressure lol

Legend, Twi, Wars, and Time faces may not change a lot, bc theyre trying to save it lmao, but the way their cheeks go pink and ears twitch is how u know ur gettting to them (along w/legend’s defensive reaction to getting cornered LMAO)

Twi has caved and covered his face w/his hands before lmao

one day youll get Time to break more than an ear twitch, and looking away, One Day.

(Wind is in fact, having the time of his life, watching you absolutely hilariously wreck these otherwise v serious heroes, hes glad u got them to finally relax a little, but also its hilarious seeing Wars and Legend red faces, and occasionally stealing Wild’s tablet to take funny pics of them all to blackmail later lol)

☆

idk how good that was, as im kinda bust at flirty banter between characters, so i hope this suffices ur need to flirt w/everyone lol

also i feel i should apologize for not rlly including pronouns? it just kinda comes w/writing reader stories to put them in 2nd person to both make intimacy for readers w/their little avatar im controlling for them, and to purposefully remove the need for gendered pronouns :/

so im sorry i couldnt quite figure out how to make it where “they/them” got used much, i promise i love all pronouns, its just a skill issue tbh lmao

btw

send any prayers, blessings, or good vibes u got my way tomorrow bc im getting wisdom teeth surgery and i am intimidated✨

ill post more asks (i have multiple asks!! <33) after im lying in bed lamenting my painful fate,

mostly just worried ill react badly to the drugs, also the idea of being knocked out during surgery is a little scary so what can i say

have a great weekend guys!! thanks for reading if u did :)

Peace out,

🌙

[jams-sims]

Something something- Ranma and Akane first meeting is how all of Ranma obssessed would be sutiors meet him. Let me explain- the formula for how Ranma ends up with his none harem (because he dont like them hoes). Is they all pick one form of Ranma to like and refuse to get to know the otherside.

Ranma and Akane first meeting, Akane is only really interested in female Ranma as a friend. Akane was super happy to have a girl partner to train with. (Theres a whole ass post to be made about Akane life, before Ranma and his father moved in.) Shes so alone which is weird- Akane is not disliked by the female body of her school. Akane is popular! Again why is she the only one doing any form of fighting. Thinking of it now i dont think akane has friends "friends".

But its clear, she wants a connection in fighting with another girl. When Ranma turns out to be a guy, and her fiance. The illisuion of having a friend of the same gender to do matarial arts with is broken. But this in turn has more to do with Akane current gender experssion and hang ups. (We can't get into yet-). This rejection makes Ranma retaliate.

Its only when Akane comes to terms with her own personal problem, does she fully accept Ranma. This moves her out of the space with the other would be suitors. An into a lane of her own one, Ranma contuines to go back into. But there something there in that small space of Akane and Ranma first meeting.

Its so hard to pin point/explain it. Its a deep loneliness on Akane end that isnt really explored outside that small window when she had long hair. Theres also a fic to be made about Ranma hiding his male identity to hang out with Akane more.

The tendo house becomes way more lively once Saotome moves in. The dojo is used more often, its not just Akane trainning by herself. The long hair seems to repsent everything a girly girl should be. The- you have to be more lady like, a lot of unneed pressure Akane puts on herself with that long hair. Ranma a high fem girl popping up probably felt like vindication in Akane eyes. Look see a girl whos is super feminie can do martial arts as well!! Only to have that betrayed, when the girl turns out to be a guy. An then you say a bunch of shit you dont mean. Resetting your relationship to negative 10. But! There something so idk how to explain it. There something there-

Ranma and Akane fall in love in that first meeting.

Maybe its different type of love, maybe its only from Ranma end. But there something so undefinable about it, that makes it feel like love. Love at first sight, rejection, and then the rest of the show is reconciliation. It feels like this is the first time Akane has ever liked someone outside of the doctor dude. Which was probably really jaring for her. Ranma has spent all his time trainning i dont think romance even crossed his mind, let alone a friendship. Akane becomes one of the only character (im being hyperbolic) that accepts Ranma as both guy and girl. In that single isolated moment breed so much.

I don't think they ever have a moment like that again. Akane and Ranma from that point onwards are never truly left alone. When they are its interpurted, or they're going somewhere- Especially! With serious moments. It really does feel like their first meeting they fell in love, broke up, and tentatively got back together.

[not-rigel]

The color Blue

warnings: SAD, I cried writing this, sevika mourning isha, descriptions of grief

WC: 830

Sevika is sitting in her office, sifting through documents when theres a knock at her door. She grants whoever is there entry. They enter the room carrying a package, it's an expensive looking box and Sevika rolls her eyes at how gaudy it looks. Leave it to Piltover to make their packages fancy for no good reason.

"From the Kirraman estate,"  the delivery person tells her. She hasn't interacted with Caitlyn in months, not since they fought deep in the underground. The arrival of a package puzzles her. But she's had too a long day of failing to agree with the other councilmembers to care too much about anything right now.

Sevika nods to a chair, "Set it over there."

The delivery person sets the box onto the chair then hurriedly leaves the room. Sevika resumes reading over the documents until her eyes hurt and her head aches. She was questioning her strength, how much longer she could handle councilors barring her progress whenever they could. Everytime she felt she was making strides in securing Zaun's future, they'd band against her and dismiss her proposals. She could handle their looks of disgust, she could handle when they mentioned her past with Silco, but she couldn't handle the pressure. She has to do something right by her people or what was the point in being a councilor at all?

Sevika shoves all the papers from her desk, dispirited from all her recent failures. She was so alone and she was falling apart all over again, just like when Silco died. She shoves the emotion down, not allowing herself to feel it until she was ready to unbox it.

Sevika looks over at the package, thinking that she might need the distraction. She leaves her desk, walking over to the chair the box in sat in. She has some trouble getting it open, only having one arm. She can't wear her mechanical arm while up Topside, it's been considered a weapon and banned.

Eventually the package breaks open and what's inside breaks her. Her entire body is uncomfortably hot, like someone replaced all her blood with lightning. Inside the box was Isha's little hat. It was more tattered and torn than it was the last time she saw it. Gods, what did her little baby go through? Tucked next to her hat, was a letter. 

Sevika plucks the letter from the box, unfolding the paper to read the contents.

"I went back to where it happened. Not that I could change anything but just to remember. I ended up finding this and I couldn't just leave it there. I'm sorry I couldnt save her. I heard what she is to you so maybe you need this more than I do.

-Vi"

The note begins to blur then Sevika realizes she is crying. Her tears continue to obscure her vision and wet the letter, smudging the words. She tries to wipe them away with her wrist but new tears replace them immediately.

She can't do this right now, can't have these emotions. She can't breathe. Each word on the paper, each feeling she shoved below her chest came back without permission to choke her. They wrapped their fingers around her throat and wouldn't let go, no matter how much she scratched at then. She needs to fight this off, needs to survive the threat trying to kill her.

Sevika throws her body around, throws anything she can grab. There's no point in it, just run and push and shove until the grief releases its chokehold. But it's not letting go. She can't hear the bookshelf crashing onto the floor, just sees her hand shoving item after item. This usually worked, why wasn't it working this time?

The grief weakens her and she sinks into the floor, not able to stop the tears. It's the worst pain she's felt. But as soon as she lays on the floor, grabbing Isha's hat from where she left it and holds it to her chest, the grief stops choking her. Instead it hugs her back. Isha was too sweet, too beautiful.

Sevika reminisced the moments they had together. Where Isha would fall asleep in her arms, head resting on her shoulder. When Sevika would tease Isha for practically being Jinx's shadow. How Isha mimicked Sevika, making a little cardboard arm to fit over her own and they'd playfight.

Sevika is so proud of Isha but so angry that she was so familiar with violence. Sevika tried all she could to keep her away from it. But that little girl couldnt stay away. Or maybe violence couldnt stay away from her. Maybe violence chased Isha until peace took her.

Sevika forgets time as she remembers Isha for the first time, thinking of every beautiful thing that little girl was. Isha was the color blue. Isha was little rabbit ears. Isha was a head nuzzling into her shoulder. Isha was the reason Sevika fought. Isha is the reason Sevika fights.