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[chaosnojutsu]

seeking discussion/feedback about a technical writing choice. the links lead to examples in my existing catalogue of different story starter categories, which include:

1) strong, immediate dialogue or action

2) insight into the main character(s) or theme(s)

3) enough context to establish the very specific thing i want to write

acknowledging that every story is not for every person, different opinions etc., and i’m gonna do what i want regardless, is one of those more or less compelling than the others? what kind of details suck you (yes, you, not an ambiguous audience) into a story vs get skimmed over so you can get to the good part?

i’ll fess up first: i catch myself skimming lengthy physical/outfit descriptions, especially if there are several block paragraphs detailing every character’s appearance. if that’s the case in an original work i try to clock distinguishing features so i can keep track as i meet new characters, whereas in a fanfic i assumedly already know what those people look like and i’m here to see the situation you put them in! regardless, i’m trusting that important signifiers will be emphasized or repeated or even plot-relevant at a certain point. it’s the theatre training in me but i stand by the idea that less is often more; give me fewer, more important details, and then when you give me a vivid description i’ll lock in.

and shoutout illustrators fr i love y’all too

[baronessvonglitter]

paying off the debt

joel x fem!plus size!reader x clint | wc: 1.6k

summary: when your husband doesn't pay his debt, the two men coming to collect decide on a different form of payment

WARNINGS: 18+ Only! Explicit. DDDNE. TW: non-con. Dub-con. Infidelity. Unprotected p in v. Oral (m & f receiving). Degradation. Slut shaming. Titty slapping. Nipple play. Dacryphilia. Anal fingering. Spanking. Creampie. Reader is plus sized and wears a silk nightgown, has female genitalia and breasts but is otherwise not described. A few mentions of another Pedro-char not shown. Never beta'd because this all happened so quickly, dear god. If I've missed anything please let me know!

a/n: this is my submission for the Magic Number Writing Challenge hosted by @mothandpidgeon , @schnarfer , and @whocaresstillthelouvre ❤️ I have wanted to write something for these Clint and Joel for the longest! And I hope I've done Clint justice, as it's my first time writing him. (He owns me, heart and soul.)

Shoutout to @milla-frenchy who is the Queen of Hot Threeways and who was my cheerleader for this little daydream-turned-writing project. You're the best, Milla!

dividers by @firefly-graphics 👑

JOEL MILLER MASTERLIST | FULL MASTERLIST

You'd only ever caught glimpses of Clint between a crack in the door or through the blinds when he'd come by to speak to your husband. A big, scary, intimidating man like him, rough-looking, though handsome, face decorated with scars.

And now he's between your legs, slurping away at your pussy while his buddy, another big, strong man referred to as Joel pins your arms over your head on the other side.

It was just after seven a.m. when they knocked and you, still in your white silk nightie from last night, answered it, still half-asleep, not thinking.

"We're here for payback, little lady," Clint had growled, hands on your hips as he pushed his way into your home, Joel at his heels. "Tried to talk some sense into your husband but it ain't takin'. Now we gotta show him we mean business."

Now you're sprawled on your bed, still unmade at the early hour, Clint's tongue plundering your cunt while Joel's big hands hold you down, thumb lightly stroking over your wrists, as if to soothe you, as if it's a romantic tryst you're engaging in.

Shocked into submission, you let it happen, too overwhelmed by his ravenous appetite to think about anything else. Clint swirls his tongue around your bud before teasing your folds, licking at the jucture between your thigh and torso, eyes lifting to watch your expression, to see you slightly struggling against being pinned down. He knows he's got you, and with his lips sealed around your needy clit, it's game over. He holds you down as your hips lift off the bed, still in control, keeping at it while you drench him.

"There now, see, that wasn't so bad," he murmurs, getting to his feet as he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand. "Damn, you're so pretty when you come.."

"She is," Joel agrees in his gruff voice.

"I was just getting you ready for me. Trust me, little darlin', you can't handle me without getting ready first."

The moan that escapes your lips is absolutely sinful. His cock is a stretch to fit, even as wet as you are, your cunt takes time to elongate, housing him deep within your center. And though he doesn't give you time to adapt to his size, he does go slow and steady, your thighs bracketing his as he thrusts lazily, looking down at the way your silk nightie is pushed up over your generous hips. He tells Joel to push the top half down, and when he does they both paw greedily at your tits.

"Dave likes 'em thick, huh?" Clint growls with a punctuated thrust. "Round ass, big tits.. and tight pussy."

At the mention of your husband's name you whimper, teeth sinking into your bottom lip in shame. You shouldn't be enjoying what's being done to you. They're doing it for themselves, to send a message. But you're getting off on being their plaything.

"She's lovin' it." Joel's fondling you, pinching your nipples and giving them a few light slaps. That and Clint fucking you is starting to send you over the edge.

"Yeah she does," Clint says proudly. "She probably can't even come unless someone's holdin' her down." He nods at Joel to let go of your arms. You keep them there, flexing your hands as the circulation finds its way back to your wrists.

"She likes it!"

"Little slut."

Clint picks up the pace, spurred on by your neediness. Your hips find his rhythm and match it, drawing him in deeper. "That's right," he rasps. "Touch yourself. Lemme see you work that pretty little clit."

Your fingers desperately circle your nub, working yourself into a frenzy as he fucks into you, spreading you open on his fat cock. Above you, Joel leans down to suck your nipples. You lick your tongue along his cheek until he stops to kiss you, plundering your mouth with his tongue.

"She's fuckin' feral," Clint growls, shoving himself into you ruthlessly. "Keep that mouth of hers busy, Joel. She's about to explode soon."

Joel unzips his jeans, pulling out his thick length. Head to the side, your mouth waters at the sight of it, long, cut, girthier than Clint, with precum already beading the top. You don't have to be told twice to suck it. Your lips wrap around it as he holds the base, feeding it to you. Clint slows down marginally, watching you start to suck off his friend.

Joel thrusts shallowly, going deeper when you start moaning. "Gonna bruise the back of your throat, honey."

"That's right, gag her," Clint adds. "She wants it. She's fuckin' dyin' for it."

You're drooling around Joel's cock, his balls hitting your chin as you're moaning around him, incoherent, gluttonous, insensate.

"Fucked her stupid," Clint sneers. "Time to give her what she wants.." He's panting as he takes hold of your thighs, hoisting them around his hips and slamming into you, the lewd sounds of your colliding flesh the most obscene and perfect thing you've ever heard.

"Your husband know he married such a slut?" Clint continues to taunt, breath growing heavy as he nears the edge. "Gonna show him when he gets home.." His hips stutter before he spills deep inside you, and as you moan your throat constricts around Joel, who pulls out before he can blow his load into your mouth.

You're vaguely aware of them switching places, and then you're put on your hands and knees. You don't care; you're not in control. Your body is simply a funfair, a ride to go on, and it's a kind of freedom in just letting them do what they want. They're still taking care of you, Joel rubbing his length against your still-sensitive clit, sliding in between your folds and between your ass cheeks before he notches at your entrance. You're soaking wet with your fluids and Clint's jizz, making the way easier for Joel to slide in, an appreciative sigh leaving his lips. Your moan is muffled by Clint's semi-hard dick probing your lips, your tongue coming out to swirl around the crown.

"She's so good," he moans, running his fingers through your hair. "She's makin' it all up to us for her sorry-ass husband's debt."

"Gotta come around more often, pay her a little visit when Dave's out," Joel says with a sneer, his large hands digging into your hips as he thrusts home, bottoming out as your cunt squelches wantonly.

"Suckin' me so good," Clint moans again. "Get a taste of yourself on my dick, darlin'. I bet your husband doesn't give you his dick often enough, that's why you're beggin' for it from us, huh?"

You moan as his tip touches the back of your throat and you gag. "Eyes on me," he tells you. "Lemme see those pretty eyes waterin' while it's chokin' my dick."

He's bruising your throat, your mouth stuffed with him as you practice breathing through your nose. Meanwhile Joel's balls deep in your cunt, watching himself slide in and out with ease. His thumb traces the puckered outline of your asshole. "Your man ever take you here? He ever claim this tight little hole?" He spits on your hole and eases his thumb in just enough to make you squeeze around him. "I bet Dave's never even touched it. Probably never even asked, has he?"

"He asked you a question," Clint says sharply, squeezing your jaw in his hand. "You better answer him."

"No," you answer them, swallowing more air after Clint removes his cock from your mouth. He slaps your cheeks with it before feeding it to you again. "Good girl," he praises softly, something like kindness in his eyes as he palms your tits, kneading them softly.

"Poor thing's been so unfulfilled. Her pussy's only gotten wetter the more we talk about her like the piece of meat she is." Joel's hand lands with a hard smack on your ass and you yelp.

"It's the only thing she's good for," Clint agrees, holding your head still while he fucks your mouth. Your moans turn to an endless, tuneless hum as Joel speeds up, sensing you're close to coming for him. "Fuck, she's tight. She's damn near gonna drain me."

"Fill 'er up, Joel. Get it in there nice and deep so she'll be leaking both of us for days."

Joel's face contorts, brow furrowed, teeth bared as he gets close, and right as you come he pulses within you, shooting his cream into you.

"Turn her over," Clint barks, and Joel takes just a moment more to keep the feeling of your sweet snatch around him before pulling out. A little semen dribbles from you and he stuffs it back in as he moves you onto your back.

"Pretty little white nightie," he sneers. "Gonna give you somethin' else white to wear."

Your nightdress still hiked up over your thighs and pulled down showing off your breasts, Clint stands between your legs and strokes himself. With a few pleasured grunts he comes, painting your mound and belly. You're panting, trying to come down from the summit of the strongest orgasm of your life as they spread your legs, lift your knees up to view the damage.

"Jesus, this pussy's ruined."

"She's gaping."

"Keep our cum inside you, baby, as long as you can. Let your man watch it drip out when he comes home."

You're too fucked out to say anything as the men take their leave, staring up at the ceiling fan, slowly circling in the early summer heat.

"Dave's not gonna like that," you hear one of them mutter.

"Fuck Dave. He should've paid up."

taglist: @itwasntimethatdidit40 @tateypots @thedilfdiaries @sunshinehaze1

and anyone else who reads this, I love you so much ❤️

[teawithcherries]

wrong number

Ghost receives a text that leaves him absolutely reeling. OR the guy that you texted on accident is weirdly flirtatious and you're kind of into it?

1.1k words. lieutenant!Ghost x chef!reader (f). reader’s age unclear but 18+ (not a minor!!). divider by @plutism.

Unknown: SOS!!!!

Ghost immediately goes deathly still, eyes zeroing in on the text message notification that blinks across his phone before disappearing.

Having a SAS issued phone means that his phone number should be impossible to find. He doesn’t receive spam texts or calls and the few people who have his number know better than to bother him when he’s on paperwork duty. Which means that something is not right.

His phone buzzes again, and he feels his gut churn sourly.

Unknown: (1 attachment)

He doesn’t have time to think, he just braces himself for the worst. A photo of Johnny bleeding out with a gunshot wound? Coordinates to a location where Gaz is being held hostage? 

He’s already reaching for his kit in case he needs to jump on a helo when the attachment, an image, finally opens up.

The breath that was suspended in his chest slowly releases like a deflated balloon as he tries to make sense of the carnage on his phone screen. Yet, it isn’t one of his squadmates that’s crying out for help. Rather, it’s an image of a Cornish hen that’s been burnt to an absolute charred crisp. 

His mind is racing at a speed that he can’t quite process, his eyes methodically scanning the photo for any clues or hidden messages in the image. 

Yet, even to his trained eye, the image is perfectly normal. The background of the photo is a standard flat kitchen, slightly disorganized with cooking materials and ingredients scattered about. Your feet are visible in the corner of the photo, you’re wearing a pair of girly pajama shorts and bunny slippers.

His brows scrunch together in confusion, thoroughly perplexed and slightly annoyed at the mental gymnastics that he is undertaking to try to make sense of these messages.

Ghost: Who are you?

Your reply is instant, confirming his suspicion that you have truly somehow managed to message him by accident.

Unknown: It’s (♥︎), your classmate from culinary school!

Ghost glances at the image again, brows scrunching in disbelief that you are training to become a chef considering the charred and blackened state of the bird.

Ghost: Wrong number.

Unknown: Ah, how embarrassing. So sorry to disturb you! I must have jotted down my classmate’s number incorrectly during class. Have a lovely rest of your evening! 

That’s that then.

He sighs and sets his phone on his worn desk, glancing back at the mountain of paperwork that awaits him. He’s several hours away from finishing up, and Price will absolutely have his head if doesn't get it all done.

Yet, for reasons he isn't willing to unpack, the image of your bare legs tucked into those ridiculously fuzzy bunny slippers lingers in the back of his mind. His fist twitches, annoyed with himself for getting so hot and bothered over a mere glimpse of bare ankle.

You’re just another nameless, faceless muppet in the void of the digital age. Even responding back to your text message is probably a breach of security protocol that could land him in another hour long cybersecurity training seminar if he isn't careful.

So Ghost isn’t sure why he bothers picking up his phone and typing a message at all, but his thumb hits send before he can ponder it any further.

Ghost: Chicken seems a bit burnt.

Being the asshole that he is, Ghost can’t help but chuckle wryly at his own joke. He figures you’ll probably ignore his message. Maybe you’ll even take offence to it and block his number. So when his phone instantly buzzes with a response, his interest is fully captured.

Unknown: You think? I worried it might be a bit underdone.

The corner of his mouth twitches upward beneath his mask.

Ghost: I could be wrong. You’re the chef after all.

Unknown: Well, there’s plenty to go around if you fancy charcoals and mash.

He's fully smiling now, embarrassingly chuffed that you're playing along.

Ghost: You asking me on a date?

Unknown: Depends. Are you a serial killer?

Ghost: Depends on your definition of a serial killer.

It’s silent after that and Ghost can’t help the kernel of disappointment that takes root in his chest. Easygoing banter is far and few between for the lieutenant who has spent the last 48 hours trying to make sense of the mountain of paperwork that piled up on his desk during his last mission. He was enjoying this exchange with you far more than he cares to admit, and several minutes pass with no response before he glumly locks his phone and returns his attention to his desk.

A full day passes and Ghost accepts that he has scared you off.

Yet he can’t blame you. He knows full well that there are loads of creeps and nut jobs on the Internet who could take advantage of you. And even so, you’d be better off messaging any one of those weirdos rather than him. Because, after all, he’s ... who he is.

Three days later, Ghost is seven kilometers into his evening jog around the training field when his phone buzzes again unexpectedly. His eye twitches but he doesn’t check it right away, chiding himself for the persistent flare of hope in his gut that refuses to be extinguished. He’s been pathetically rushing to his phone with every notification he receives since your last text message came through and feeling disappointed every time it isn’t you.

It’s only when his phone buzzes again that he decides to bite the bullet and check who's texting him.

He’s fully expecting it to be another stupid meme from Soap in the 141 group chat. Which is why he skids to a stop, heart suddenly pounding in his chest, at the sight of a message from your phone number (which he has memorized at this point).

It’s his trigger finger that flies to open your message, eyes fixed intensely, almost nervously, on the pixelated screen of his outdated phone.

You’ve sent him a photo of a sausage roll, a proper sausage roll, that’s cooling on a wire rack in your kitchen. He's already salivating at the sight of the juicy blend of ground meat packed neatly and precisely into a flaky case of golden pastry, as well as the sliver of your bare thigh that's showing in the edge of the photo.

He assumes that you’ve accidentally messaged him again instead of your classmate until he sees the message beneath the image.

Unknown: Just wanted you to know that I’ve been testing some other recipes for our date. 

Unknown: Thoughts on my sausage rolls?

Ghost doesn’t even realize that he’s grinning like a madman until his face starts to twitch uncomfortably. He hasn’t smiled so hard in months, maybe even years, and the mechanics of beaming like a lovesick idiot have almost been forgotten by his stiff facial muscles.

He responds immediately, almost afraid that you might slip through his gloved fingers again if he is even a second too late.

Ghost: That’ll do.

(thoughts on part 2 from reader pov? i want them to talk on the phone and see ghost be all cute n awkward TT)

[phosph-ate]

Picture

Dr. Phosphorus x AFAB!Reader

Summary: You surprise your boss with a picture while he's trying to work. He is not amused.

CW: SMUT! 18+! Masturbation, screwing around in an office, praise, begging, he burns your clothes off, no use of y/n, no pronouns used for reader, reader is fem bodied though

WC: 1.4k

A/N: My BFF requested this! From this prompt list, numbers 18 and 49! I got carried away... If you would like to send in prompts, feel free, those are currently open! This is also written when Phos was in his Boss Era! Divider by cafekitsune

You were humming to yourself, sifting through papers as you sat at your boss’ desk. You were checking numbers, going over expenses, when you heard it. Footsteps stomping down the hall, right towards the office.

A smile spread across your face. Finally, you thought, he saw it. You put the papers down and watched as the door flung open. You are honestly surprised he did not burn through it.

“What the fuck!?” Dr. Phosphorus was ablaze. Literally.

“What?” You smiled at him innocently. He closed the door, gently, and seemed to be thinking about his next move. You watched in entertainment. Your smile widened and you looked back down at some papers. “If you need anything-” You started, “-you can tell me. I’m just sorting some stuff.”

“Oh…” He would have narrowed his eyes at you if he could have. “I understand.”

You continued like nothing had happened. “Understand what, Boss?” You were fighting back laughter at that point. “I’m just doing what you asked of me.”

Phosphorus nodded and brought you something. Something charred and burnt. A phone. Your eyes widened momentarily. You swallowed hard. “Did you burn that?” You asked, looking up at him.

“Yes.”

Your jaw clenched and you took in a shaky breath. You had sort of expected that. But nothing to that extent. Your eyes looked back at the horribly melted phone he set on the desk. You exhaled loudly and looked up at him. He stood on the other side of the desk, but he looked like he was about to fly over it. But not in anger.

“They almost saw you.”

Your smile returned. “But they didn’t?” You asked. That obviously was not the point. You let out a low laugh. “I texted John to give you his phone, when I just knew you had it, I sent the picture.”

“Do you seriously think it’s funny? Sending me shit like that while I’m at work!?” Phosphorus was upset, but you could tell it was not just anger. He was frustrated. Sexually. “What if someone else had seen that picture?” He was not laughing, but you thought it was hilarious.

You stood up from your seat and leaned towards your boss. “Then they’d know who I belonged to, sir.”

Phosphorus almost lost it. He was silent, but only for a moment. He seemed to be malfunctioning. “What?” His voice was low. It sent a chill down your spine. You froze up. “Repeat that.”

You blinked a few times, stunned. “They would know I’m yours, Boss.”

Phosphorus wished he could grin wider. His permanent smile would have to do. “You’re being serious?” He sounded excited. Ready to pounce all over again. “Tell me now, we don’t have to do this.”

Your nails dragged across your scalp, and you looked away momentarily. You looked back at him with a yearning he was sure you would never have for him. “I’m dead fucking serious. I wouldn’t send that picture if I wasn’t.” The desk was still between the two of you. “How much of it did you see? Before you blew up the phone?”

“Oh,” He dragged out the word and you smiled, “I saw everything, dear.” He motioned for you to come around the desk. You did not deny him. You moved around it, and he took a step back. You immediately moved into the space he had been, wedging yourself between the desk and your boss. “I saw how you were sitting, right here,” He easily picked you up and set you on the desk. You squeaked in response. “I saw your lacy black panties, and I know for a fact you are not wearing a bra.”

You nodded, suddenly feeling shy. Phosphorus pushed between your thighs and his hands grabbed your hips. He moved closer to you, face inches from yours. “Did you like it?” You asked, mouth going dry.

“I loved it.” He growled out. He was obviously trying hard to control his flames. “I need you-” He was breathless.

“Here?” Your hand was on his chest. “In the office?” Dr. Phosphorus got a nod in before you ultimately agreed. “Okay!” Your legs wrapped around his waist, and you pulled him as close as possible to you. Your hands cupped his face. You stared at him, taking the moment in.

“You can kiss me, you know.”

You lit up. It was almost as if that did not cross your mind, being able to do that. You instantly started kissing his face. As you kissed him you felt heat on your abdomen. You pulled away and saw your shirt disintegrating. You gasped and covered your chest. “Alex!” You never called him Alex; it was always Boss or Sir. “What the-”

“Sorry,” He did sound apologetic. “Got excited.”

“That was expensive…” You sat there, covering your breasts.

“Don’t worry about the clothes, I'll just buy you new ones.” Dr. Phosphorus sounded smug. You sighed and nodded. “You should really call me Alex more often,” His hand moved to your wrist. “I like the way it sounds when you say it.”

You looked at him as if he had hung the moon and stars. You sucked in air, and you felt a sudden surge of confidence. You removed your hands from your chest, “If you’re going to buy me more clothes… You might as well get rid of all of them, huh?” You smiled, soft and sweet. He was wrapped around your finger.

Dr. Phosphorus could not agree more. Phosphorus’ hands moved to your thighs, and he burned away your pants. Before you knew it, you were naked, on a silver platter before him. You sat on the desk in front of him and he looked at you, all of you. He took everything in.

“Can’t believe it…” He muttered. “You’re all mine.” Phosphorus moved behind you and pushed the papers off the desk. “Scoot back.” You followed his orders and pushed yourself further onto the desk, near the middle of it. “Touch yourself.”

“What?” You were baffled. “I want you to touch me!” You whined.

“Follow my orders and I’m sure you’ll get what you want.” He pulled a chair out and sat down, a little way from you. You pouted at him. “I promise.” He watched you closely.

You nodded. Fine, I have to do everything myself, you kept that thought to yourself. You pulled a leg onto the desk and let the one dangle over the floor. You pushed a finger into your entrance and your head rolled back. You were already wet from your earlier interaction and even earlier dirty thoughts about your boss. Yor finger slid in, and your thumb circled your clit. You let out a soft mewl and Phosphorus hummed.

“Good,” He praised you. “You’re being so obedient.” You wanted him. Your eyes shut and your hips gently rolled into your hand. “Look at me,” Phosphorus’ voice was stern. “I want to see how good you feel.”

You followed his orders, as always. “Alex,” You moaned. Your eyes hit him, and he seemed to be concentrating on you. He leaned forward slightly, his elbows on his thighs and his head in his hands. He was watching.

Another finger slipped inside of you and your pace quickened. You were quick to find what made you feel the best, even if you wondered if your boss would lend you a hand if you acted like you did not know what you were doing. Your eyes were half lidded at that point, barely able to stay open.

“I need you, Alex…” You cried out for him, finger swirling over your clit again. “Please-”

“I know,” He cooed from his seat. “You’re doing so good though, I want you to cum for me.”

It did not take much more than that. Your toes were curling, and your body was tensing. There was a white-hot fire in your stomach. You let out a short cry, moaning his name as you came undone. You were seeing stars, your eyes had shut tight, and your body shook momentarily.

You heard Dr. Phosphorus get up and when you squinted your eyes open, you saw him standing before you. You caught your breath and quickly leaned against him, head resting against his coat. “You did so good,” His hand ran down your side, sending chills down your spine. “We have the rest of the night together.” He informed you. “I got the others to cover what I was doing, for now. So, you are mine for the next eight hours.”

No words had ever made you happier.

[churipu]

Ipinnn hear me out. Gojo sees his gf reader (who is stoic, a typical intj lol) saved his contact on her phone as "pretty boy". Note: reader never calls him any petname. Not even babe. Please your take on this😗😗 this thought has been plaguing my mind.

An intj char>> Wednesday Addams

𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗧𝗧𝗬 𝗕𝗢𝗬 𝗘𝗫𝗣𝗥𝗘𝗦𝗦 !

────── 𝕴 . featuring. gojo satoru x fem! reader

────── 𝕴 . warnings. nothing, happy reading :)

note. hi hi nonnie, i'm so so so so sorry for the late update on your ask. i know you had a follow up ask and told me that this isn't a request, but i really wanted to write one for gojo because, honestly, gojo, brainrot. yes. anyways, i hope you enjoy this <3

"baby, can i please borrow your phone? i need to ring nanami for a mission," gojo poked your cheek — a couple of times at that, his blindfold holding back his white locks like a bandana, "i forgot to charge mine last night, please please?"

you cocked your head to the side where your phone laid right by your thigh, "password's your birthday."

gojo almost choked on his own saliva at the sound of his own birthday being your phone's password. a small device that's somehow supposed to be your safe sanctuary. considering how you don't have the sweetest tongue, this was a big honor for him.

he dived right beside you, clicking his birthday into the password engine and like you said — it unlocked the phone. gojo spared you a glance, "'ts really my birthday? your password's my birthday?"

humming in agreement, you then felt his lips land on your cheek. grazing your skin gently, "i thought you knew?"

gojo shook his head, "i didn't, but now i do!"

the man respects your privacy like you respected his, and so like his earlier words — he placed the phone to his ear after clicking in various numbers. it took him a while to start speaking, specifically after the third try.

you just knew nanami was ignoring his calls.

gojo began scolding, supposedly nanami who was on the other line regarding his late actions in picking up the call (which was not a rare occurrence at all) — but dived back in the topic pretty quickly, mentioning a mission a couple of times along with the name of itadori yuuji, whom you vividly recognized as sukuna's vessel.

your boyfriend then ended the call after cheerfully marveling out a goodbye. and just then, like something dawned upon you, your eyes traveled to him, "can you help me send a message to you."

gojo raises his brow in apparent confusion, but he nodded anyways, "to me? about what? why don't you just say it to me now, baby? 'm right here, why do you have to send me a message?"

"because there are a lot of things i want to ask for the next time you go on a mission," you mutter.

he tapped on your phone screen a couple of times, eyebrows furrowing deeply, "baby, why aren't i in your messages? did you block me?" his heart dropped to his stomach when he showed you the phone screen.

you wondered why he never bothered on checking the various profile pictures that sat inside a small sphere right beside their respectable contact names — sighing, you grabbed your phone and showed him the screen again, "what do you mean? you're pinned, right there," you pointed your index finger towards the message at the very top.

gojo blinked his cerulean blue eyes vigorously, eyeing the contact. my pretty boy. with a red heart emoji he never saw you use along your messages to anyone, not even him.

but there his contact sat on the very top, with a nickname, and an emoji. his mouth formed a little 'o' and he looks at you, "you named me your pretty boy?" his voice came out delicate, as if he was still washed over in surprise.

nodding your head, gojo slipped himself into your embrace, leaning his head into the space in between your neck and shoulder blade. his soft breaths hitting your skin, "satoru?"

"'m so happy, i could die." he dramatically whispers, "i'm pinned, you gave me a nickname, and then a red heart emoji? baby, do you know how happy that makes me?"

he slightly pulls back from you, staring into your eyes as you slowly shake your head, wondering what has gotten into him this time.

"did you really think i'd name anyone else that when you're my boyfriend, 'toru?" you questioned him, poking his cheek, "you didn't even question about my pinned message too."

gojo leaned his forehead towards yours, "what can i say? it's not like you could cheat on someone like me, 'm too charming," he teases you with a small smile before pressing a quick kiss to the tip of your nose, resulting in you scrunching it up slightly.

"whatever you say," you tell him, "what i was going to tell you is that — could you bring me back a lot of kikufuku next time? you ate everything last time and i didn't get any."

he chuckles, "anything for you, and yes you did get a lot."

"if one piece out of twelve is a lot, then i'm sorry for being dramatic," gojo laughs softly at the sight of how serious you looked while saying the said statement, "why're you laughing?"

he shook his head, "you're just too cute."

"can you send the message now so you won't forget the next time? and pin it, please. i really want them," gojo tangled his slender fingers in your hair, brushing them back.

"baby, i could get them for you right now, you know that?"

"i know, but you seemed very busy today so i could wait until you finish a mission," you mumbled, hand on his arm, rubbing them up and down his skin, "didn't want to bother you today."

gojo frowns a bit, "you're never a bother, say it. come on, say it."

you eye him oddly, "say what?"

"that you want me to go get you some kikufuku, three box, six box, ten, a hundred, you name me a number and i'll get them for you right now." he cooed — he brushed his lips against the side of your face, "come on, 'm waiting."

breaking a ghost of a smile, you nod, "i want them now, two box. one for you and one for me," raising up two fingers.

gojo nodded, "two box it is, pretty boy express coming through," he finally pecked your lips delightfully.

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[nevvdrinksteaa]

history // charlie walker

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pairing: charlie walker x reader

original prompt: you’re paired with charlie walker for a school project, it gets dirty

warnings: 18+ nsfw smut, porn WITH plot, afab!reader, slight angst (charlie thinks you hate him for like 5 whole minutes) pet names, oral (male and female), dom!reader, sub!charlie, begging, making out, fingering, whatever the fuck it’s called when you grind against sheets to make yourself c*m, overuse of the nickname ‘char’, never written for dom!reader before (bare w me), no specific reference to body type !! please let me know if i forgot anything!

word count: 3.1k

this is NOT proof read so if there are any mistakes ignore them! i believe that anyone of any shape or size and anyone of color can enjoy this. i don’t believe there is any description of physical appearance (please please correct me if i’m wrong, i don’t want to make assumptions about anything!!)

please send in more stuff for me to write because i’m in the mood to zoom 🫡

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1:40 PM

you sat in history, your last period class, shaking your pencil hearing it tap, tap, tap with every move. eyes trained on the clock wishing the last twenty minutes would fly by quicker, eager to get your weekend started.

“for this project, you are all going to be in partners”

everyone shot up from their bored positions at their desks, starting conversations with friends deciding who’s working with who. you look over at your best friend, grinning.

“settle down, your partners were pre-chosen. i think we need some variety in the groups we see”

the class started to groan as the teacher stated that the partner lists were posted on the board, stating specifics on the projects and that it will be due on monday. everyone started to get up from their seats to check the list on the corkboard at the front of the room. you started to write down ideas, assuming your partner would find you.

of course it’s due monday, there goes my weekend. what’s the point of your parents going out of town if-

“uhm hey, i think we’re partners”

you look up, noticing charlie walker standing at the front of your desk, looking at the floor in front of him.

“you think or you checked the list and know?” you smirk at him, giggling to yourself.

“you got me there, i saw it on the list” he states, settling in the chair beside you.

he started rambling, talking about ideas he has for the project.

“okay charlie, here's the deal” you state bluntly, “my parents aren’t home for the weekend and i really want to get this project finished as soon as possible so i can have friends over on saturday”

he was taken back at your tone, shocked at the rude nature. he figured you didn’t like him, and wanted to get it over as soon as possible so you didn’t have to be seen with him. why else were you so angry when you had always been so sweet to everyone? weren’t you two friends?

“well we can do it after school and work on it today, i’m good at history so we should finish it really soon” he says quietly, trailing off towards the end.

“perfect” you say, grabbing your phone and handing it to the boy. “give me your number and i can text you my address”

the final bell rings and the class starts to gather their things. you sit up from your spot at the desk, collecting your books to leave. “i’ll shower when i get home and you can come over after, does three work?”

“sounds good.” he doesn’t look up from the desk as he’s still writing down notes.

“see you later, char” you say, giving him a smile he doesn’t notice.

walking back to your locker, you catch yourself thinking about him and how awkward he is, finding it indearing. you were excited to work on your project with him, you had a crush on him for a while and you hadn’t had any courage to say anything to him.

you grab your things and start the trek to your car, stopping your friend to tell her about your plans for today on your way out.

“the universe is giving you signs partnering you up with charlie, maybe it’s time to tell him about your crush.” she says, shoving her shoulder into yours as she walks.

“yeah right, he’s so infatuated with kirby i would just embarrass myself if i told him i liked him.” you state rolling your eyes. “he’d laugh in my face probably”

“he’s too sweet to do all that” your friend says stopping once you reach her car, “charlie walker is probably not the type of person to be rude about letting someone down, he’d probably say thank you and talk about a movie that’s about to come out”

she unlocks her car as you laugh at her joke, trying to ease the nerves in your stomach. you wave goodbye and turn to leave, hearing your friend shout out her window “don’t do anything i wouldn’t do”

you laugh as you walk to your car, sitting in the drivers seat and starting it before heading home.

maybe she’s right, i should just say something.

~~~

you wipe the steam off of the bathroom mirror after stepping out of the shower, skin red from the burning shower you took. you start to pat your damp skin dry before you heard a knock on your door. checking the time to see it was 2:45. fuck, he’s early.

you wrap yourself with the towel tightly before you start down the steps to answer the front door.

“hey” charlie starts, face starting to get beat red after noticing you in a towel. you notice him start to fidget with his hands.

“you’re early char” you say opening the door wider and waving him in. “you can wait in my room while i get dressed, it’s upstairs next to the bathroom”

you both start to walk up the steps and you point to the right when you get to the top. “it’s on the door on the left, get comfortable and i’ll be right there”

you hear charlie hum and grip the strap on his bag before he turns to your room. you step into the bathroom and finish getting dressed, drying your skin and putting on comfortable shorts and a crop top. you head back to your room and stand in the doorway, noticing charlie with his back to the door, looking at the pictures and vinyls hung on your walls.

“you’re not going to steal anything, are you?” you tease, sitting on the middle of your bed with your bag, pulling out your history books.

“of course not” charlie says, “just looking at all your stuff”

he takes a seat across from you, where he had preset his books and notes from class. you grab your phone and turn on some music, asking if the choice was okay and a hum of approval in response.

“so, where should we start?” you ask.

~~~

you guys worked on your project for about an hour before you heard your stomach growl. you drop your pencil and look up at charlie who was scribbling away. “are you hungry, char?” you ask

he hummed no at your question and you started to get anxious at his lack of response, he normally would talk your ear off about anything and everything. “is everything okay?”

“yeah, why wouldn’t it be?”

“you’re just really quiet today, i wanted to make sure everything is alright with you.”

“i just want to finish this project so i’ll get out of your hair, i know that you don’t really want me around”

his response caught you very off guard. you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion, shaking your head back and forth softly. “what are you talking about?”

he shrugged his shoulders, not looking up from his lap.

“char, look at me” he looked up at you, trying hard to keep eye contact. “why would you think that?”

“you said earlier you wanted to get the project over with so you could make other plans this weekend.”

you noticed him look back towards his lap and you were confused on what he was talking about

“i figured since you don’t like me, you wanted to get rid of me quicker”

your eyes softened, realizing you didn’t phrase your comment from earlier properly. you immediately felt bad, you never wanted him to think that you didn’t like him. you liked charlie, quite a bit actually. he was very smart, charismatic, and oh so sweet; you couldn’t believe he thought you hated him.

you scooted closer to him, setting his hand on his knee. he looked up towards you with a nervous expression.

“i don’t hate you, i’m so sorry that i made you think i did. i was just upset earlier that we were given a weekend project the same week my parents were out of town” you gave his leg a little squeeze

“oh” he replied, holding eye contact with you. “now i feel stupid”

“don’t feel stupid, it was all my fault. i’ll hang out with you all weekend just to prove to you i like you.” you paused, wanting to say something more. you took your hand off his knee and put it in your lap, looking at the ground, you took in a deep breath.

“actually char,” you start to trail off, feeling the nerves all the way down to your toes. “i really like you”

“what?” you felt the bed move, charlie shifting in his seat

“i don’t expect you to feel the same, i know you have a crush on kirby, robbie told me a while ago, i just felt like i needed to tell you before i lost the courage to”

charlie didn’t say anything, he felt so dumbfounded by your sudden release. he didn’t know what to say, he liked you to, he just never knew how to express it. he liked how kind you were to everyone and how you always loved to listen about everything he has to say.

you got up from your seat quick, anxiety crashing at his silence. “i’m so sorry, just forget i said anything. i’m going to grab a water” you state, heading towards the door

“wait” you heard him get up from the bed and head towards you, “do you mean it?”

you make eye contact, “of course i mean it, i wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true char”

he stood directly in front of you, “i like you too”

neither of you said anything after that, all that could be heard was both of your breaths and the quiet sound of radiohead coming from your phone. he looked between your eyes and your lips.

“do you want to kiss me charlie?”

“yes” he says softly

you felt his lips on yours, pecking slightly. he was so nervous, you knew you had to lead

“do you want to make out with me?”

“please” he nodded quick, looking back to your lips.

you lean forward to kiss him, hands moving up to the back of his neck. you could feel his hands on your hips, barely making contact. you slightly pull away, catching your breath.

“please touch me char”

you felt him grab your waist, pulling you back to his lips. you rake your fingers through his hair, pulling at the root slightly. he whimpered at the feeling, gripping your sides harder.

you started to walk the both of you slowly toward the bed, not breaking away from the kiss. you settled into his lap, feeling his hands glued in place.

“you can touch me anywhere” you say breathless, pulling away

“i’ve never done this before” he admits shamefully

“we can do whatever you feel comfortable with.” you reply, playing with his hair.

you felt one of charlie’s hands leave your hip, slowly heading towards your chest. he let out a breath when he felt you weren’t wearing a bra. he was gentle with his touch, as though he was scared to break you. your hand found his and pressed harder, encouraging his movements.

he started to kneed his hands, rubbing his thumb back and forth over your nipple. you let out a soft moan, pushing your lips back to his. you started to grind your hips back and forth, earning a breathy sound from his mouth. he opened his eyes to look up at you and you took the opportunity to bite the bottom of his lip, moving immediately to his neck, rubbing his cock with your hands.

“is this okay baby?”

“fuck- yes please”

you start biting and kissing the skin below his ear, moving your hands to start unbuttoning his shirt. he shrugs it off his shoulders and you start to make your way down to kneel on the floor, kissing and sucking his skin on your way. you look up at him as you fumble with his zipper, batting your eyelashes at him. he sits up slowly to help pull his pants down, taking his underwear with him. he sets his hands on either side of his legs, slightly gripping the sheets with nerves.

you take his dick in your hands, shocked at the size, before spitting on it. you rub your hands up and down earning a moan from charlie.

“fuck- please i-” he trailed off when you kissed the head, tasting salt on your lips.

“please what baby?” still stroking his cock

“i need more, i want more please”

you lick a long strip from his balls to the tip before putting him in your mouth. slowing going up and down using your hands to help with what you can’t fit. you grab charlie’s hand, moving it from his side to the top of your head. he laces his fingers in your hair, slightly pushing and pulling with your movements.

“i think i’m going to cum”

you pull off, stroking him quick with your hands, “are you going to cum in my mouth char? be a good boy and cum in my mouth for me”

he nodded, eyes shut tight as his head leaned back. “say it charlie, tell me”

he opened his eyes, locked with yours. wiping a tear from your face, so fucking pretty.

“i’m gonna cum for you like a good boy fuck-”

you went right back to work, taking him deeper and blinking the tears from your eyes. you wanted to see charlie cum so bad, you felt your hands move down inside your shorts. rubbing your clit over your panties.

“fuck, i’m cumming, please let me cum. wanna be good for you”

you moaned around his dick and felt charlie grip your hair harder. his dick started to twitch and you felt your mouth get hot, cum filling your throat and mouth. you pulled off slowly, swallowing as you went, keeping your mouth open to pump the rest of his cum on your tounge.

charlie was a rambling, moaning mess. whispering how good it felt and how good you were. he saw you give his dick one last kiss and come back up to meet him face to face.

“thank you”

you gave him a quick kiss, giggling. “you don’t have to say thank you”

he wanted to say it a hundred times over, he couldn’t believe that he just got head for the first time. “can i…” he trailed off

“can you do what char?” you sounded so innocent, like you didn’t just finish choking and gagging on his dick.

“can i do you now?”

you got close to him, kissing up his neck. “you want to eat me out baby?”

“yes, please. please let me make you feel good”

you nodded and stood up from your seat next to him, pushing your notes to the bottom half of the bed. you slipped your top off and pushed your pants down your legs, getting comfortable by your pillows. “come here char”

charlie was quick to move above you, taking your lips to his, touching anywhere his hands could move.

“i might need some help” he sighs sheepishly.

“start by moving all the way down” you say as you give him a quick kiss for encouragement. “do whatever you think is right, i’ll tell you if i don’t like it”

he nodded and moved to your neck, kissing and licking, keeping his hands roaming. you felt him reach your nipples, his hot breath close before sticking his touch out to lick one. he saw your lips open to let out a quiet gasp of air and started to suck, earning a moan in response. he moved his hand, pinching and pulling at the left while he kept his mouth at the right, then switching.

“just like that pretty boy” you said as you move your hand to play with his hair.

he was blushing at the pet name, feeling his cock getting hard against your hip. he started to move down, kissing anywhere and everywhere he could, scared you’ll change your mind. he makes it past your stomach and to your thighs, gently pulling them apart.

he lets out a subtle groan, “so pretty” he mumbles. “can i touch you?” he says rubbing his hands up and down your thighs.

“of course” you sigh, anxiously waiting for his touch

he slowly brings his hands to your pussy, collecting your wetness on his fingers and spreading it around. he finds your clit and starts to rub in small, slow circles, watching you raise your hips slightly.

“right there baby” you say closing your eyes.

he brings his mouth to your pussy, licking a long strip from your hole to your clit. “you taste so good” he says lowly, almost to himself. he continues to play with your clit and eat you out. trying different rhythms and motions based on your movements and sounds.

“char, please put a finger in. i’m so close”

charlie is quick to push in and up, finding that sweet spot. you grab his hair, pulling at the root.

“fuck yes, right there”

he can’t help it, all the mumbling and moaning makes him start to grind into the bed, intoxicated by you. he can feel his cock, hard and throbbing against your silk green sheats.

he slowly slides in a second finger, curling them upwards, taking your clit between his lips and sucking softly.

“i’m gonna cum” you felt your body start to feel fuzzy, stomach pulling at the feeling. “fuck charlie, i’m cumming”

you felt yourself tighten against his fingers, grinding down on his tongue, which was eager to lap up your release. you heard him whimper, seeing his hips stutter against the bed.

he pulls his head up from your pussy, making sure to not look at you in the face. “i’m so sorry”

you look at him confused, leaning forward to see the wet spot on your sheets. you smirk at him, grabbing his hand and licking your juices off his fingers.

“don’t be sorry, this was amazing,” you lean forward to kiss him “and knowing you came from eating me out is kinda hot”

you giggle as you lean back, still catching your breath. charlie moves beside you softly rubbing your hand. “so what do we do now?”

you look up at him, “well” you start lacing your fingers with his “for now, we lay here until we fall asleep. then tomorrow morning we’ll wake up and shower and maybe finish where we left off”

charlie grins from ear to ear, “oh yeah?”

“i mean, if that’s alright with you” you mumble

“being with you is alright for me” he says, kissing your forehead.

[risoria]

so. have you seen the pictures from Rafah of the blackened, charred infants? the toddler with no head?

i would like to ask a favour of everyone seeing this post, from one human to another. don't think about the things you can't do - because as it seems, nothing is enough, and nobody can do enough - there is no use to be paralyzed by these thoughts. instead focus on the things you are already doing and the things you can do. i will start by compile a small list of personal suggestions, and please add to it from your own resources! this list is not numbered, i will just add things that i can think of off the top of my head and if it is of any help to at least one person, thats good. take care of yourself - that includes taking care of others, and this world we live in.

this is obvious but keep listening to Palestinian voices. i am mostly active on twitter so i will give some examples from there: Hind_Gaza, HossamShabat, BayanPalestine (press). MuhammadSmiry, does community work with Care for Gaza. m7mdkurd. Everyone is saying mostly the same thing - keep talking, keep protesting, keep boycotting. so do it.

keep talking. humans are social animals and it's as simple as this: the ongoing genocide is dire, urgent and catastrophic - i dont think i need to tell you that. but when people, a lot of people, share posts with each other and reiterate this fact the urgency will be felt stronger by everyone, and reach people who would otherwise maybe not see the reports of the genocide on their screens. if people instead choose to stop sharing and stop talking because it's "been so long" or it's "too difficult", the suffering will become normalized and the only thing people will see on their feeds are mundane things - food, pets, fandoms, and it will send the message that oh, it's not that important after all.... sometimes, you SHOULD feel disturbed and uncomfortable. these feelings are not evil - they will be channelled into actions to better a situation and better the world. silence is violence.

search for protests near your town, sometimes they're hard to find but once you find your local organizations for the Palestinian movement, follow them and you will usually find them! this all depends on where you live of course - but most often there will be fundraisers and events and mailing campaigns etc, and the more people joining the better. and, most importantly i would say, share these events and pictures (no faces of strangers, ofc! from protests on your facebook, twitter etc - because that way people close to you will see them and that it's completely rational and normal to attend protests, and if they've been on the fence maybe they will reach out and join you.

donate if you are able and share links to the different organizations - some examples are Care for Gaza, Sulala animal rescue, the Gazan Municipality Life for Gaza project (https://gaza-city.ensany.com/campaign/6737), the PCRF.

individual gofundmes - here is the google doc with a lot of campaigns, but im sure there are lots of them that arent yet added: https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1-DDMFyn-ttboPXrz1bB3MFk7BlzCwfugh4259Wh7U1s/htmlview

donate e-sims, which will be sent by the Esims for Gaza team to people in Gaza, to help communicate with their families etc during blackouts. it's very quick and easy and on nomad you can get a referral code which gives someone else 25% off their first purchase, and there's also often different bonus codes. on the website there's tutorials for how to buy the different esims. https://gazaesims.com/

there's some different charity shops where you can buy Palestinian products and the proceeds help Palestinian artisans and people. here are some examples, please add more if you know any: https://handmadepalestine.com/ (based in Ramallah, Palestine), https://forpalestine.dk/ (based in Denmark), https://www.shoppalestine.org/ (based in the US)

boycott!! the BDS of course have their targeted brands (https://bdsmovement.net/) but there's also for example the witness website with lists of brands and the reasons for boycotting them (https://boycott.thewitness.news/) and some different apps that do the same thing, like the "no thanks" app. yes, the list of brands is very, very long. maybe all of it isn't feasible BUT i think a good start would be to go through them and decide which ones are unnecessary either way that you're better off without (mcdonalds, starbucks etc), and then which ones are part of your usual shopping routine, make a mental note of them and pick different options - see it as an opportunity to try new things, to support local brands and smaller businesses!

go do yourself a favour and give Palestinian-Canadian artist Nemahsis' new single "stick of gum" a listen, it's super good! <3 https://youtu.be/VsqYlmf3SAg?si=EK_TZjo0Ijny8hMT

please, add more tips and resources below or just share your own pictures or art or thoughts!

[sanjoongie]

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🩶Pairing: Grey Jedi! Kim Jungkook x Mandalorian! Reader

🩶Au: star wars, sci fi, mandalorian, jedi

🩶genre: smut

🩶trope: enemies to lovers

🩶rating: 18+, MDNI

🩶Warnings: mentions of lightsaber battles, death, dismemberment, laser pistol fighting, ⚠DUBCON⚠ (jungkook uses his sith powers to manipulate the reader to do some questionable things), dirty thoughts, breast play, body worship, begging, oral (f), unprotected sex, slight degradation, praise kink, biting, aftercare mentioned

🩶word count: 3,642

🩶summary: When you go to avenge your brother’s death, you did not expect to find the jedi who had killed him merciful, or hot, or capable of twisting your mind and body exactly how he wanted.

🩶divider by @cafekitsune

🩶author's note: I wouldn't have written this without @anyamaris & @pars-ley encouragement. What started as a payback plot bunny turned into going back to my roots. I hope you can enjoy!

Your android, B0-0M, chirped at you as you stayed low to the ground, your scanner looking for any movement at the encampment below the cliff you were laying on.

“No, Boom,” You said fondly, pushing it back from the edge. “I’m not sending you on recon.”

The android made a small noise of sadness and her wheel whirled as she moved behind you. You chuckle at her disappointment.

You were hunting Jedi today. More specifically, the Jedi that had killed your brother.

You may have love your brother with all your heart but you knew in your heart of hearts when he took up the contract to kill a jedi that he was in over his head.

“Come on,” Your baby brother flashed his dimples at you. “It’s the contract of a lifetime! Imagine me, Django Eldoradon, a killer of Jedi. I think our ancestors would be proud.”

Tears filled in your ducts and you let them stream down your cheeks under your helmet.

“Better to honor them with your life than your death,” You whispered to yourself.

Your throat tightened as the flap to the small abandoned hut finally fluttered but it was not the Jedi that came out. Instead, it was a small child. He ran around outside as if he didn't have a care in the world. And when he found a stick, he began to swing it around like it was a…

No, it couldn't be. The Jedi were near extinct. Had the grey one found a Force sensitive child to train?!

You closed your eyes and were reminded of the bleak remains of your brother. The charred flesh from the lightsaber will never leave your olfactory senses. His head had been removed and his arm. The jedi had no sense of mercy when he killed your brother. You would not be like him.

“Boom, I have a job for you.”

Boom whistled and wheeled her way to where you were slowly shuffling backwards. You sat up when you were no longer in view of the cliffs and patted her on her head.

“I need you to distract the child down there. Preferably lure him away from the camp. Pretend you’re playing a game with him, anything. Just keep him away from the camp until I call for you, can you do that?”

Boom did a fancy twirl, making happy noises and then wheeled off down the trail that had taken you up to the top of the cliffs.

Unfortunately, the Jedi had decided to leave the hut at the most inopportune moment.

The Jedi ruffled the youngling’s hair and then moved to two swords leaning against the hut. He tossed one to the youngling and took a fighting stance. You whispered for Boomie to halt her progress, to wait for a better moment to lure the youngling away. Instead, you had to endure watching as the Jedi fondly corrected the youngling’s stance and adjusted the wooden sword in his hand and patiently taught him more.

Problem number two was when the Jedi took off his shirt because of the exercise and the rising morning sun’s temperature. You had the perfect view of the way his broad back muscles rippled as he whirled his wooden blade, suddenly showing off for the youngling, who applauded in wonder.

You rolled your eyes. This Jedi was just another arrogant man. The world would be better without him.

A tinge of regret for what may become of the youngling echoed in your heart but you shook your head. You couldn't care for everyone. And the only person who had truly mattered to you had been killed by the man down the cliff. There was only one thing left to do: kill him.

The Jedi broke to go to a rain barrell for some water. The youngling did not follow him, instead opting to try whirling the practice blade by himself.

“Now, Boomie!” You whispered excitedly.

Your droid zoomed over, doing all sorts of exciting tricks and lured the child away from the hut and completely out of view and hearing of what might happen when you killed the Jedi.

You secured your hookshot around a rock and silently let yourself down the cliff. By the time you had your blaster aimed at the Jedi’s head, he finished drinking the water from the barrel.

“I was wondering when you were going to come down from your hiding place,” The Jedi said, without even the decency of turning around and facing you. “Your anger radiated from the top of that cliff all morning.”

You sneered under your helmet. “I’ve come to claim the bounty on your head, Jedi Scum.”

“Oh that old thing is still around?” The Jedi turned around, leaning against the water barrel. “How much is it up to now?” The smirk on his face only fed into your anger. “Two Mandalorians in a span of a few days, so it must be pretty high.”

“I didn’t come here to listen to you brag about yourself. Will you defend yourself or will I simply shoot you in the head and be done with this,” You snapped.

The Jedi took a fighting stance. With his saber drawn, the laser growing and glowing grey of all colors, he motioned with two fingers. His eyes danced as if he found this whole situation amusing. What a fucking arrogant Jedi!

With a shout, you launched yourself upwards for the advantage of a higher vantage point with your jetpack thrusters working quickly. You shot at the Jedi but he deflected your blaster’s shots. You barely avoided one and the other made you adjust lower. You shot your hookshot at the Jedi but he simply jerked his head to the side before it could wrap around his neck. With reflexes quicker than anything you had ever encountered, his hand shot out and grabbed the wire. He pulled with all his might, jerking you down and back to the ground. You rolled on the ground, head over heels, and in a stance to shoot at Jungkook again. Still, his lightsaber deflected them all. You managed to use your vambrace to block the reflected shots as you stood, the beskar steel doing its magic.

Briefly, you wondered, if this was also when your brother felt the hopelessness of fighting a Jedi.

The Jedi held out his hand and suddenly you couldn't move a muscle. He briskly walked to where you stood, frozen in place.

“I knew you couldn't win the battle without using your Jedi tricks. You’re nothing without your Force,” You spat.

“The Force is the entire reason I am who I am,” The Jedi announced. His eyes narrowed. “But what’s your story?”

His eyes drilled into yours and you swallowed. You felt like your memories were being sifted through. Flashes of your life passed through your mind. Your childhood. The slow stretch as a teenager. The arduous journey as an adult. The recent death of your brother at the hands of a Jedi. The way you studied the Jedi on top of the cliff.

A slow smirk pulled at his lips and then his tongue played at the lip piercing.

“Revenge for your brother? How original,” The Jedi poked at you verbally.

“This isn’t a story for you to yawn at, Jedi scum, this is my life!” You snarled.

“It’s Jungkook, not Jedi Scum.” Jungkook paced in front of you, seemingly unbothered by your response. “Seeing as how I’m clearly at an advantage here, I have a proposal for you. If you can resist my powers in manipulating you, I will allow you to kill me.”

The shock of his words made your brow furrow in confusion. “Why would you do that?”

Jungkook shrugged. “I’m curious as to how much of a Mandalorian you are. Pitting your resistance against my powers is interesting.”

“And if you win?”

“Then you will cease in your attempts to kill me. I don’t wish to be continuously watching my back for a Viroblade in it.”

This was your chance to get revenge for your brother. Everyone always said how stubborn you were. Wouldn’t that equate to a Jedi attempting to manipulate you? You had to try.

“Deal,” You spat.

Jungkook grinned. “Splendid.” The Jedi released you from the force and you had control over your body. Or so you thought.

You felt pressure in your brain immediately. It didn’t hurt, it wasn’t physical. It was sudden thoughts that didn’t seem like your own. Such as the way your fingers itched to cup your breasts. You most certainly did not want to do that. Then came the thought that you should ditch your armor. No? Perhaps your helmet?

“Wha…what are you doing?” You stuttered.

Jungkook raised an eyebrow. “Why, manipulating you, Mandalorian.”

You shook your head. This was absurd. Shouldn’t he be trying to get you to point your gun at yourself? Shoot your hookshot around your neck? Use your jetpack to fly yourself into the cliff face???

Except more thoughts that had nothing to do with your death continued to permeate your mind, each one becoming harder and harder to resist. Thoughts of sucking Jungkook’s length and the weight of it on your tongue. Thoughts of wrapping your legs around Jungkook’s waist as he thrusted into you. Thoughts of--

You were sweating now. You gritted your teeth and said, “What is the point of this?”

Jungkook chuckled. “Are you tempted?”

You swallowed as imagery began to filter into your mind: Jungkook’s head between your thighs, lapping at your inner folds. His hands molding against your breasts, massaging them with interest. His lips pressed against yours in a searing kiss that had you licking your lips.

“No,” You growled. At least you attempted to growl. It sounded more like a whine.

“No?”

“These are dirty tricks, Jedi,” you murmured.

“Surely you’re aware I do not follow the strict teachings of the Jedi. You’ve seen my lightsaber. I’ve killed your brother. Dirty tricks all well within my abilities. Shall we try some more?”

A loud whimper pulled from your throat as you felt a throbbing between your legs. Wetness gushed out of you as if you had just had an orgasm. The ache inside of you was almost immeasurable. You felt almost dumb with lust.

“Ju-jungkook,” You protested.

“Giving up?”

You opened your mouth to decline, to argue, but you found your inner thoughts brought to the forefront of your brain. They brushed against your inner sanctum; wondering if his shoulders rippled as he changed stances while practising his forms for the youngling he was protecting. The way he had twitched his fingers to encourage you to come and attack him when you had launched an attack on him. The glimmer of amusement in the dark orbs of his. Thoughts you had stuffed into the far recesses of your mind, to never see the light of day, were bright as day in your mind now.

“St-stop that,” You demanded.

Jungkook hummed in disagreement, shaking his head. “I don’t think so. This fight has to have an end. It’s either you win or I do.”

Your entire body was covered in a sheen of sweat now with the mental resistance. You stripped off your gloves in an attempt to find some relief. Then your helmet came off. Then your chest plate. You pulled at the turtleneck of your bodysuit, but still you were hotter than the two suns on Tatooine.

Those same fingers continue to move down your collarbones, pushing the front zipper down your torso. It managed to make its way halfway down your chest before you snapped out of it. The air licked at your sweaty skin and you sighed.

“All you have to do is let go and all this can stop,” Jungkook crooned. “I can help you with the relief. Remove your clothes and show me your battle-hardened body. Flick your nipples for me, I’m sure they’re a beautiful color and deserve to feel the morning light on them?”

“I will not break,” You vowed.

“Oh, you will,” Jungkook said with confidence that only a Jedi carried. “I can feel it in your mind. How much you wish to let go of it all and sink into the pleasure.”

“That’s you projecting,” You denied.

You kicked off your boots to further relieve the heat in your body. Your leggings were gone too. You felt like a flame licked at every bit of your skin that was covered. The urge to get naked pulled at you greatly. The slick between your legs, the ache to be filled, pushed at you even more.

Jungkook paced around you. “You’re a valiant warrior. Strong, capable, and beautiful. It’s not a loss to let yourself go to your baser instincts. We are human after all.”

“Aren’t you a Jedi? Don’t you hold yourself to a code?” You attempted to distract yourself with words.

“You saw my saber. I simply act for the balance. A bad act for a good one. A good act for a bad one. The cycle repeats and I maintain my stance.”

“That’s awfully arrogant of you.”

“It is simply what I am tasked with, Mandalorian.” Jungkook shrugged his broad shoulders. He walked behind you and you could feel his lips against the shell of your ear. “Break for me. I can give you pleasure that you’ve only ever dreamed of as some merc grunted over you.”

“Get the fuck out of my head,” You hissed.

“Oh, but it’s so fun in there,” Jungkook mused. “You’ve never had a man taste you before. Should I be the first? How you will gasp as my wet appendage teases your throbbing clit.”

“Stop it,” You grunted. You clenched down on nothing, pressing your thighs together.

“But oh, how you want it, Mandalorian?” Jungkook chuckled. The Jedi’s hands hovered over the curves of your body. You wanted to lean into his touch. All you had to do was--

Your breasts filled his cupped hands and you both groaned at the feeling. His rough palms and callused fingers squeezed your tits and played with your nipples. Pleasure rippled through your body and you whined.

The Jedi made quick work of the rest of your clothing and took you inside of his makeshift hut. He laid you gently on the bed of blankets and pillows in the corner.

“You should be commended for your fight.” Jungkook’s eyes danced merrily.

HIs lips refused to leave any of your skin untouched. The column of your throat, the line of your jaw, the stretch of your collarbone. His descent between your breasts was torturous. You arched your back, needing him to touch your nipples but he refused. He kissed your hip bone and the inside of your thighs and your calves but he did not dip his tongue in between your thighs like he promised. It was like he was pulling a sentence from your mouth without the mind tricks.

“Please,” You rasped.

“I want to hear you say it,” Jungkook said huskily.

You groaned in frustration. Your hands dug into his hair and pulled hard. Suddenly, your tense thighs were on either side of his head. “Lick me,” You demanded.

Jungkook’s arms wrapped around your thighs and he brought his lips to your lower ones. You could have sworn you saw a smirk on his lips but it didn’t matter when they were wrapped around your clit.

Your back bowed as intense pleasure shot through all the nerves in your body. You gasped and thrusted your cunt further onto Jungkook’s face. The Jedi groaned as his tongue paused to lap at the delicate nerve. As much as you hated to admit it, he had been right. You had never felt something so good before. Your finger was nothing compared to Jungkook’s tongue on you.

It was quick to bring you to completion, your thighs shaking and your hands in his hair tugging. You groaned, unhappy with the quick orgasm.

“Is… is that it?” You demanded.

Jungkook snorted. “Hardly.”

Your body was raised without further ado, and you found yourself on your side. Jungkook was quick to settle down behind you, also on his side. He lifted your upper leg up, hooked his leg with your lower one, and thrusted between your legs.

You whimpered as your sensitive core was prodded by his cock.

“This time, you will say it, Mandalorian. Or I won’t enter you. No matter how much you say please. I want to hear what you want,” Jungkook grunted.

Your pride rippled between your desire and your anger. The last thing you wanted to do was bow to a Jedi, let alone the exact one that had killed your brother. But there was a pull, a need, a desire that held a flame akin to your need to battle. Certainly, there was fight in your Mandolorian blood, but wasn’t fucking there too?

You growled. “Get out of my head,” You insisted.

Jungkook giggled. He let go of your leg with his hand and stroked your body instead. One hand caressing the swell of your breast and the other ran along your inner thigh. “but you’re so fun to play with.”

He continued to rut against you, smearing your wetness along your folds and your thigh in a mess that made you grit your teeth. True to his word, he did not penetrate you.

“How can you…?”

“Intense concentration.”

You sighed. “Jungkook.”

“Say the words and I’ll give you my all.”

You swallowed loudly. Somehow, you believed it.

You licked your lips in preparation for what was coming your way. “Fuck me,” You whispered.

All it took was the Jedi to angle his hips differently and then he was spearing right into you. You let out the most lascivious groan that had ever left your lips in your entire life. Being filled to the core with a cock that knew exactly what it was doing was a completely and utterly different feeling than being rutted into because of a battle won.

Jungkook dotted kisses up the side of your neck and he slowly thrusted into you. “You are so fucking wet for me, Mandolorian.”

“I…” Words were lost on your tongue. You couldn't have even said your own name at that moment. All you could focus on was the way your insides were churning with lust.

“Gone dumb already?” Jungkook laughed silently against your skin. “I told you I’d make you feel like nothing you had ever experienced.”

Jungkook’s arm wrapped around your upper chest to hold you in place, his thrusts shoving you upwards unwittingly. Both your hands dug into his bicep as you whimpered.

“That’s it, show me how good you can take me,” Jungkook whispered against the shell of your ear.

All you could manage was to hold on as Jungkook continued to fuck up into you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. The Jedi was right; you were utterly dumb on his cock. All you focused on was the way he slipped into you and out, pleasure radiating from your lower stomach and through every vein in your body. You were on fire and soothed at the same time.

“You can be a good girl for me and come, huh?” Jungkook grunted into your shoulder. His mouth was against the skin there, tongue making circles there and his teeth teasing a bite.

“Please,” was all you could murmur.

“That’s it, just along for the ride, aren’t you? Riding my cock so well, just like I knew you would.”

Your back arched, head cast back against Jungkook’s shoulder and lower half pushing back against his pelvis as your climax hit you like a two tonne bantha. You screamed his name as bright lights painted the back of your eyelids. The pleasure was insurmountable.

“Good girl,” was the last thing you heard and then Jungkook grunted, releasing inside of you.

He rode out his high as you came down from your own. “Fuck, I don’t think I’ve had a Mandalorian before. If I had known, I might have fucked your brother instead of killing him.” And then he bit down into your shoulder as he thrusted slower and slower inside of you.

If you had energy, you would have punched the Jedi, but you had nothing more to give.

When you woke up later that day, you were in your inner suit and completely cleaned up. You could smell something good being cooked and the laughter of a child. Your brain only caught up with you when you heard the happy chirps of B0-0M.

You sat up quickly and groaned as your thighs protested any movement.

“You're safe,” The Jedi reassured you.

You rolled your eyes. “I've never been safe my entire life.”

“Well for now, no one will hurt you while I'm here.”

You clucked your tongue against the roof of your mouth in annoyance. “I tried to kill you earlier.”

Jungkook chuckled. “And I fucked you earlier.”

You huffed. “I’m going to find my armor.”

Before you could make it to the door, Jungkook was there, Force Speed lending to his steps. “Don’t.”

“I didn't come here to cement a future,” You scoffed.

Jungkook stared at you. “I didn’t say that. I just said that for today, you don’t have to worry.”

You avoided his seemingly all-knowing gaze. “I’m going to get my armor now, Jedi.”

Jungkook placed a hand on your shoulder. “At least stay the night. Niki is enjoying your droid's presence. He hasn’t had a lot to laugh about for most of his life.”

You rolled your eyes and sighed, crossing your arms under your breasts. “I hope you’re a good cook.” You made your way to a stool by the fire that Jungkook had been cooking at.

Jungkook smiled happily, moving back to the fire. “Whatever you need.”

[chrisevansonly]

reader reacting dramatically and crying while going through twitter/ig/tiktok and one of the f1 guys trying to figure out whats wrong and comfort her thinking all the hate is getting to her, but no, harry styles just went bald

AHAHAHA i’m dying lets blurb this😭😭

“NO!!!!!! OH NO NO NO!!!”

came your voice in a panicked screech, sending charles almost toppling out of his gaming chair upstairs

“baby?! are you okay?!”

“NO I AM N-NOT OKAY!! I CANT DO THIS ANYMORE!”

you cried which only sent more panic through charles as he quickly made his way down the steps and towards your position on the couch.

when he got to you he frowned, noticing the tears in your eyes and the distraught look across your face

“hey, hey, what happened…? amour tell me please?”

you sniffled, closing your eyes tightly as you held your phone to your chest, not saying anything

“baby…please let me help you, has someone said something? is someone threatening you..? please tell me”

“harry styles is bald..” you mumbled, too soft for your boyfriend to pick up on it, though he leaned forward to take your face in his hands, his thumbs swiping a few loose tears away

“what did you say amour?”

“i-i said harry styles is bald…he-he’s bald char!”

you watched charles’s eyes widen before he burst out laughing, his head thrown back which only depended the pout on your face

“i’m-i’m sorry baby, i-it’s not funny i promise”

“you’re laughing at me!!”

charles took a second to catch his breath before he smiled sympathetically at you, leaning forward to kiss your forehead

“i’m not laughing at you baby, i’m sorry…i know how much you love harry, but hey, it’s hair it will grow back”

“it will take forever…oh i can’t handle this!”

you let charles pull you in for a hug, holding you to his side before letting out a soft sigh, finally calming down a bit more, yes you were dramatic but harry styles was practically bald!

“so i take it you won’t let me go bald?”

you sat up straight and looked at him with wide eyes

“don’t you dare joke about that charles!!”

the monégasque laughed once again before bringing you back down to his chest, kissing your head firmly

“okay okay, i promise you i won’t shave my hair off…i’d never do that to you amour…”

you were silent before speaking up again

“just so you know this makes you number one now..”

this sent charles through another fit of laughter knowing exactly what you meant, thank god harry styles shaved his hair off cause now he had the top spot, and he wasn’t going anywhere.

[chaosnojutsu]

…i’m about to have to write each of these stories aren’t i

a running list of what we COULD have if the frontrunners of the narutop99 poll weren’t basic:

• childhood era kakashi/gai/asuma/kurenai

• the adventures of genin mirai and her self-appointed big brother shikamaru

• single mom tsume inuzuka doing her best

• tenten origin story

• sand siblings acting like actual siblings for longer than one scene

• the fall of orochimaru from his/their pov

• yamato having a life

• shino/hinata/kiba being weird, wholesome kids together

• the actual changes that allegedly happen within the hyuga clan, preferably through neji’s eyes

• gen 15 ino-shika-cho in their prime

• who the hell procreated with rock lee

[gremoria411]

*The following contains spoilers for Mobile Suit Gundam G-Quuuuuux episode 4*

Okay so I’m apparently just gonna be a week behind on G-Quuuuuux. Oh well.

Alright, Shiiko Sugai, aka. The Witch, an Earth Federation Ace (Unicum?) from the One Year War. First of all, love the character design, but I’m specifically interested here in what her presence and attitude says about the OYW in G-Quuuuuux.

It’s neat that she’s a Federation Ace, since she neatly contrasts with the numerous Zeon aces from UC proper, and it of course makes sense that the EFF would have a higher number of aces if they were in the losing side of the war. It’s interesting that there’s a specific term for an ace with over a hundred kills - a Unicum since it implies the existence of other aces in that bracket. Notably, there were only around 10 One Year War Aces in Universal Century with Kill Counts over a hundred, and only two of them on the federation’s side (Tenneth A. Jung and Amuro Ray, respectively).

I absolutely adore that Shiiko apparently made ace in a guncannon, because it highlights the changing fortunes of the Earth Federation in this new timeline. The Gundam was far-and-away the most successful of the three Operation V units, and so it makes sense that without the data from its learning computer the Earth Federation would utilise it as their primary mobile suit. This is also excellent because in The Origin Manga, the Earth Federation loses badly to a Zeon mobile suit team (consisting of Ramba Ral, Char and the Black Tri-Stars) precisely because the Guncannon early types they’re using aren’t a match for Zeon’s Zaku’s (and Bugu). So it essentially is that battle writ large across the entire war due to the federation losing the Gundam, and the secrets of mobile suit development with it.

Now I mentioned earlier that Shiiko contrasts with the typical Zeonic aces native to UC works. Thing is, when I first saw her, I thought she was a send-off of one of the characters from the Original Mobile Suit Gundam - Mirai Yashima, the White Base’s Helmsman (and eventually Mirai Noa, mother of everyone’s favourite domestic terrorist, Hathaway Noa)

A big part of Mirai’s character in the original show is family, and how she navigates the war with that. So it’s possible that Shiiko represents what Mirai might’ve become if she’d gone into mobile suit piloting - her entire attitude about her family seems to frame that she never got over the death of her Mav in the OYW, and is neglecting them in her pursuit of vengeance against the Gundam. Though it’s possible I’m reading too much into things considering Cameron Bloom also appears in the episode and no connection between the two is suggested.

As an aside, I find it interesting that Char Aznable and Challia Bull are the two behind the two-man team strategy that led to the use of Mav as a term, since by its nature it would lend itself well to a duo of Newtypes, further emphasising the weaponisation of human connection and emphasising just how Zeon saw newtypes on the practical level - yes, all very high-minded and that, but how can we exploit them for combat?

Lastly, I’d just like to personally note that we do know of one other Earth Federation Guncannon Ace - Lydo Wolf, the Dancing Black Death.

Who piloted a Guncannon Mass Production type. Humorously, Shiiko’s presumed 100+ kill tally blows his out of the water at a “mere” 68 MS and 4 Ship kills during the entire war.

[marlinswritingarchive]

Tarsus IV: Appendix Of Redacted Files (StarfleetLogs)

There are a number of misconceptions about the Tarsus IV Massacre.

Misconception 1: "The children were the first to go."

This is greatly exaggerated. Of the 4,000+ colonists who died, only 40% of them were children- approximately 1600; which, while a tragedy, was not an act of genocide, but of famine. When the time came, only 162 children were chosen by Kodos to die.

This was the one constant; the one thing that was sacred. All those with parents willing to die for them were safe. And, die they did, when Kodos declared that something must be done.

That is when the rest were killed. There were more than four thousand deaths on Tarsus, of course, but not as many as four thousand disintegrations. However, when they compiled the lists of the dead, they attributed all those unknown deaths to Kodos The Executioner. The true number of victims died with him.

Misconception 2: "It was a natural disaster which came on without warning."

This assumption is perhaps the most understandable. Firstly, because the destruction of the grains was indeed the work of a strange fungus. Second, because it did, indeed appear to be an accident.

Officially, the same fungus that destroyed the crops (and, therefore, the colony) of Epsilon Sorona II also destroyed the crops of Tarsus IV. It was theorised, but never proven, that the Epsilon refugees brought the spores with them by mistake- tramped in on the bottom of boots. Whether intentional or not, the incident was treated as hostile by Kodos and his followers.

The fungus spread fast.

Misconception 3: "There are only nine survivors who can positively I.D Governor Kodos."

There are ten. Two of them currently dwell on the USS Enterprise. Seven are spread across the galaxy. Their names are [REDACTED].

The tenth is a man named Anton Karidian, a man with no history, a man with no past, and a bone structure that no amount of surgery can disguise. Sometimes he looks in the mirror and sees an actor. The rest of the time, he avoids mirrors.

[Flourish. Enter King, Queen, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, and attendants.]

It is curious that he does not avoid the limelight.

KING: Welcome, dear Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

Moreover that we much did long to see you,

The need we have to use you did provoke

Our hasty sending...

There are a number of horrors surrounding the events of Tarsus IV which people are quick to minimise. These are all truths, ones which get lost in the mythologising of The Tarsus VI Massacre. For, surely, in the 23rd century, humanity has moved past such petty things as racism, eugenics and misogyny? However, no matter how often people gloss over it, the wording remains the same:

Misconception 4: "Governor Kodos decided who would die based on his own personal theories of Eugenics."

'Personal theories of Eugenics' is a quaint way to describe fascism. Perhaps Governor Kodos was not always a fascist, but he was certainly not always Governor. A military coup, on a colony that was first settled by war veterans, is not at all hard.

Misconception 5: "The body of Kodos was too charred to be identified. His face, burned. His fingertips, burned. However, dental records suggest that this was, indeed, his body, as does the DNA we could gather- blood tests were sufficient. We believe that the warehouse was set on fire by a small group of rebels, once Kodos and his security detail were trapped inside. Governor Kodos is dead, and we regret we could not bring him to justice."

- Source: Kit Ashingtower, Chief Medical Examiner.

There is one final truth; for those in Starfleet who have the clearance to learn it. Within the Federation, details of the massacre will remain confidential for another fifty years before the details are released to the public, but, occasionally, a footnote slips through. Sometimes attached to a personnel file, sometimes a medical file, and, in this case- attached to both.

Misconception 6: "Despite being a direct eyewitness to the events of Tarsus IV, James T. Kirk appears to have no lasting trauma associated with the event, and has passed his psych eval.

He has been declared fit for command."

[puddinklvr]

A CUPID'S ARROW !

# summary : after the text slip-up with tsukishima, you ignore him the whole day, until you receive a text message from a certain someone. part 1 here : cupid’s text

# genre : angst, w/ comfort

# chars : tsukishima kei — mentioned charas : yamaguchi, kiyoko, yachi

story under the banner!

23:44. you've woken up again. it's been an entire day, since he said it was the wrong number.

you can't actually tell who he likes. he seems nice to kiyoko, but he's pretty teasing to yachi. although he is teasing to everyone. you could ask yamaguchi but then it makes it obvious you harbor feelings for him.

maybe he doesn't like anyone, you think. that might be it, yeah. if he doesn't like anyone, you have a chance! girl you know damn well.

at this point, you may as well stop pining over a hopeless case. you feel like giving up, until your phone vibrates. you haven't used it in a couple of days, not that much since midterms are approaching.

with the lack of sleep and running on fumes, you lazily open it; lying on your side as you enter your password. there's only one notification.

1 message from tsukishima kei

oh gosh, oh gosh, oh my goodness— a MESSAGE!? from the guy you were just thinking about? maybe you're dreaming, you've finally fallen asleep and this is all a dream.

you pinch yourself. no it is not.

after almost a minute of your panic, you reluctantly and hesitantly open your messages app. at the very top, stands his name with a ‘+1’. with slightly shaky fingers, you tap on it.

“hey. i just wanted to say that i feel bad about yesterday night, and that entire wrong contract incident. you were ignoring me today, and i wanted to give you space, so i’ll tell you this. it wasn't a wrong contract. it was for you. i actually like you.”

he sends another. “oh my gosh i sound so cheesy”

then another. all in front of your eyes. “yeah, uhm, that's it. good night.”

you almost squeal, but you remember you have your parents in the next room. instead, you squirm around in bed, giggling and gushing silently to yourself like a worm with salt showered over it. girl if you don't grab that phone

you remember, it's now your turn to text him. you sigh, mulling over the words you want to say, how you want to say them — how to convey your feelings. you tap away at the keyboard that sits on your screen, before hitting send.

“hi tsukki,” you start. you're cringing already, this sounds so cheesy. “i just wanted to say that i like you back, kind of since the start of middle school when i first met you with yamaguchi. i guess we can settle it in the morning before class starts, so i hope you have a good night as well :)”

you really hope he isn't going to run off at the fact you sound like a cheesy anime MC confessing to her perfect crush under a cherry blossom tree. oh gosh, what if you scared him off?

though, something stops your train of thoughts. it's the little text bubble on your screen, the three dots disappearing and re-appearing like a pattern, until you see a message. it's his reply. it's him. you recall that it's actually him speaking and you're not in a scarily realistic dream.

his reply reads, “why not settle it now?”

you nearly fall off the bed in giddy joy

long story short, you two were officially a couple the following morning. isn't that cute?

i’m jealous of my own fanfiction.

taglist: @kukki-kiji (comment if you'd like to be tagged ^^)

author’s note : “this isn't proofread or anything, so apologies if it sounds like it has no emotion, i just wanted to finish my last fic :) ”

[akaakeis]

𐙚 hi all !! i'm beyond grateful to be reaching this number ! i wasn't sure initially if i wanted to do a writing event since i'm not that big yet? but i decided to do it anyway just for fun <3

𐙚 if you'd like me to write something for you, please feel free to drop an ask in my inbox (hangman) !! but before you do, read the rest of this post over ! after all.. you gotta know what you're doing. headspace isn't the safest place.

where are you headed?

⟡ neighbor's room — fluff

⟡ vast forest — crack

⟡ the abyss — angst

⟡ basil's house — hurt/comfort

oookay... what are you bringing along?

⟡ life jam — oneshot (1k - 2k words)

⟡ knife — drabble (400-800 words)

⟡ photo album — headcanons (100-300 words/char.)

you need some directions? here. check one of these out! you could probably bring about 3.

⟡ foe facts — birthday (you or character!)

⟡ special mixtape — late night bonding

⟡ show tickets — first date to the movies

⟡ interesting book — reading to them/them reading to you

⟡ care package — sick and taking care of them/you

⟡ sheet music — send in a song that you want me to base the fic off of! (i love doing these <3)

⟡ treasure map — exploring a new place with them

⟡ self help guide — comfort after a long day

⟡ recipe 4 disaster — cooking/baking with them

ooh cool! who're you bringing with you?

⟡ haikyuu characters (no coaches!!!)

⟡ jujutsu kaisen characters (just no old people in general)

⟡ bungou stray dogs characters (no mori, fukuzawa, fukuchi, or hirotsu!!)

⟡ toilet bound hanako kun characters (no tiara [if you genuinely consider this i worry for you])

⟡ demon slayer characters (no gyomei!!)

⟡ attack on titan characters

⟡ fairy tail characters

⟡ fruits basket characters

by the way!

⟡ all of these can be platonic, if you'd like!

⟡ if you're bringing a photo album along, feel free to bring up to 5 people with you!

⟡ i have not written for any fandom besides haikyuu on the account, but i'm really excited to write for these fandoms as well!! feel free to ask about characters that aren't on here + i will let you know if i'm able to write for them :>

⟡ please feel free to specify what you want in the fic!! like if you want a certain quote in it, a certain situation, action, etc.! i'd love to write something as close to what you want as possible <3

wait... what's that on the floor? an ancient code?

⟡ do not!!! rush me in my writing process please!! i'm very occupied irl with classes + extracurriculars- please remember this is a hobby!

⟡ mutuals, feel free to send more than one request!! i love writing things for you all <3

⟡ i reserve the right to decline any request i 1) don't feel comfortable with writing, or 2) feel i wouldn't do justice

⟡ anon asks are totally fine!!

⟡ i default to gn reader + 2nd person. please let me know if you want me to write a fem!reader, male!reader, or in 3rd or 1st person perspective :>

⟡ my requests for this event will stay open for 3 weeks as of the publishing of this post (october 10th, 2024). i will be closing it off to requests on october 31st, 2024 at 7:00 PM MST.

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[summercourtship]

(for the prompt list) №8 for jonathan crane but reader is char B🗣️

it's his birthday tomorrow. happy birthday jonathan. this isn't a birthday fic, but it was fun!!!!! sometimes I think "haha no one knows what I'm into based on my fics!" when it's like... I do some things in almost every fic that really betrays my interests lmao.

good. | jonathan crane x f!reader | 18+

warnings: soft dom!reader, handjobs, nipple play, hints of cum play/snowballing sorry, hints of dom!jonathan at the end | word count: 700 Guess inspired prompt list | send me a character + number for a 100-500 word drabble | character list + rules

Jonathan’s eyes were half-lidded, his lashes resting heavy as he looked up at you, waiting for you to move. You stared down at him, trying to not betray the nerves fluttering around in your stomach at the feeling of him beneath you. 

With a gentle hesitation, you placed your hands on his chest, feeling as his heart raced beneath your tentative touch. He rarely let you take your time with him like this, preferring to instead make you submit beneath him and beg for his touch. But tonight was different. His hands were on your hips, but there was no pressure behind them, and they offered no guidance for your movements. 

Lightly, you dragged your nails down his chest, biting back a smile at his low sigh, quiet and controlled like he didn’t want you to hear it. In response, you circled one of his nipples with your index finger, teasing it to a peak before moving onto the other. He was hard beneath you and you could practically feel his self-control wavering with every touch you delivered to his nipples, his hands gripping your flesh tighter as he resisted the urge to press his clothed cock up against you. 

You shifted yourself slightly as you moved to straddle his thighs, immediately pressing your hand against his cock. Just a light amount of pressure, nothing really, but the way that he hissed made it seem like you had enveloped him inside your cunt in one movement. You briefly toyed with the idea of teasing him, calling him needy and making him beg for you to make him cum, but quickly decided against it. Maybe another day, if he ever let you take this same amount of control again. 

Despite his obvious desperation, however, he didn’t demand you touch him. He let you take your time as you reached into his underwear and pulled his flushed cock out. Gripping him, you began to run your hand up and down his shaft, watching his face carefully. Whenever his eyebrows furrowed or his lips parted, you picked up your pace, eager to hear whatever sounds he may make for you. 

You could tell he was getting closer as he became less reserved with the sounds he was making, low groans that filled the space along with your heavy breathing. His hips thrust up into your hand as you continued to jerk him off, the skin of his cock soft beneath your grip. You circled your thumb over his slit, gathering some of his precum and spreading it over his member.  

Then, with a keening whimper that he would surely deny later, he came, ropes of his cum hitting your chests and your hand. You stared down at his heaving chest for a moment before releasing him, tucking him back into his underwear and breathing a chuckle when he grunted at the sensation on his sensitive nerves. 

Ignoring the cum on your chests, you lay down on him, pressing an open mouthed kiss to his lips. When you parted, he reached to your hand that had been wrapped around him, bringing it up to his face to observe the way his cum covered your skin. Then, as you watched with parted lips, he took your fingers into his mouth, cleaning your skin of his spend. When he was done with your fingers, he licked along your palm, catching every drop on his tongue. He let your hand drop, grabbing the back of your head and pulling you to kiss him again. You offered no resistance, allowing yourself to fall into him. 

His mouth opened against yours, his tongue snaking its way into your mouth. You moaned into the kiss, only to frown when he pushed something else into your mouth. With a suppressed gasp and a regrettable twinge of arousal, you pulled back. Jonathan had pushed the cum he had licked off of your hand into your mouth, something that should have disgusted you and yet, like many of the things you did with Jonathan, didn’t. 

“Swallow.” You did as he told you, opening your mouth to show him your empty mouth. He smiled, patting your cheek. “Good girl.” 

A return to form, then.  

dr. jonathan crane masterpost

[ataraxixx]

AJAX 1K DTIYS!!yayyyyyyyy

(flats under the cut btw)

hey guys. heres that dtiys i promised for 900 followers and waited so long to make i ended up getting 100 more followers. so this is a 1k follower dtiys now. sorry. anyway. THANKS FOR 1K FOLLOWERS? you guys are awesome i appreciate the support for my insanity. to honor that insanity i have made a dtiys of the 3 characters i am most insane about(shocking nobody) lets go papaya nation👻⚙️👹!!!!

le RULES?

> draw morro harumi and echo together.....idrc if theyre watching tv like in the drawing tbh i just did that because i wanted to draw it. feel free to use the drawing as inspiration for your own artwork but dont feel limited . just make sure to include those 3 interacting at minimum! you can include other chars if u want too idrc but the focus is this trio

> umm that being said no morro x harumi. thanks. i dont care in terms of anything else if u wanna make it platonic or romantic but keep that one out of here pls🙏

> doesnt have to be my designs! feel free to use ur own designs for the characters as long as u include all 3 of them. u can do a mixture or something too idgaf. get silly with it

> tag me & include #ajax1kdtiys on the post because tumblr sucks a lot sometimes

> EDIT: entries due november 15th now bc i had a couple ppl ask for an extension and also im really busy rn lel💀

prizes???

guys i foyght for my life in the trenches last time trying to decide winners so we're doing it a different way now. im just gonna assign every entry a number and draw straws if youre cool with that. its much easier i think..

so basically i am just gonna pull 3 random names out of the hat and all winners will get 1 fullbody drawing of their choice!! no first second third etc thats too complicated 4 me. i mostly just want this to be for fun for anyone interested in participating:)

FINAL NOTES if anyone has any questions feel free to DM me or send an ask. the flats for the drawing are included below for reference. byeee