#this was so fucking long im cryin

[nymfaia-archive]

gang i was making some colette icons and lowkey got emotional over lloyd being patient enough to let colette finger-spell on his palm when she lost her voice :(((

[peapod20001]

Ouuu why do I gotta be blind and need glasses that are fucked up and won’t fix no matter how much you adjust them

[alolan-weavile]

oooooh i am deeply unhappy actually

[lxnarphase]

━━ ❝ GOOD MORNING, BABY !! ❞

☾₊‧⁺...ft. : g. satoru + g. suguru + n. kento + f. toji + k. choso + t. fumihiko

☾₊‧⁺...cw : somnophilia (pre-agreed on), thigh fucking, penetrative sex, pre-established relationship, dirty talk, praise and degradation, mommy kink, breeding kink, satoru and toji are just filthy, choso is so cute and needy, kento is the sweetest husband, it's just really fucking dirty im not sorry

☾₊‧⁺...synopsis : which jjk characters would fuck your thighs while you're sleeping bc they're horny but don't wanna wake you up !!

who does it to tease you ↴

✧ g. satoru ; satoru tries to wake you up, but you just don't want to. and by try, he means he blew into your ear just for you to huff and smack him away, grumbling to let you sleep or you'd bite him. ohh, you are so cute, he just really can't help himself

“look at my pretty girl, such a mess…tsk, wish she'd wake up, now i gotta fuck her soft, pretty thighs instead of that pretty lil' pussy." “aww, your pussy 's so noisy! listen t' her...she's all wet, she's cryin' f'me to fuck her, isn't she? aww, poor thing...” “ooh, are you cumming, baby? cumming in your sleep like a slutty little girl while I fuck your thighs, so precious…”

✧ g. suguru ; suguru's hands move up and down your soft curves while he grinds against your thighs, quiet, sticky noises sounding in the room. you're so adorable, he wants to shake you awake but teasing you with his thick cock nudging against your clit is so much more fun

“you’ve always been so responsive, i didn’t think my dick between your thighs would get you like this, princess.” “oh? was that my name? don’t tell me you’re having a wet dream about me. so dirty, baby, thinking of me like that while sleeping when I’m right here with you.” “don’t you wanna wake up and move my cock somewhere other than your thighs? c'mon, princess, wake up for me.”

who does it because they are desperate ↴

✧ k. choso ; not outright fucking you is painful, but he doesn’t want to wake you up. He’s so fucking hard, that dream affected him more than he thought, and before he knew it, he was fucking your thighs, not caring how loud he was being.

“baby, baby, fuck, hoohmygodd, please! need y'so bad, so fuckin' soft, so soft, fuck, could d' this to you all the time, never wanna stop, p-please, god, 'm gonna cum all over you-!” “sticky fuckin' p-pussy's beggin' me t' fuck it, b-but wanna see you look at me. c'mon, c-c'monnn, please wake up, let me stick it in, o-or 'm gonna waste it a-and cum all over your cunt.” “oh, mmh, ’m cumming, ’m cumming, baby, i-i’ll clean y' up after, g'nna fuck you again 'n' again 'n' againnn, fuck, ’m cumming-!”

✧ t. fumihiko ; poor thing, fumihiko honestly tries to deal with it by himself, trying to just jerk off in the bathroom, but it doesn't work. he knew what he needed, he needed you, needed to touch and feel you around him. with shaky hands holding your thighs, he slides his aching cock between your thighs, moaning so cutely…and when you wake up and start cooing to him, he absolutely loses himself.

“i’m-i’m gonna mess you up so bad, been wantin’ to leave you a mess for so long, so fucking long, 'm g-gonna cum all over your pretty thighs. 's okay, right? right? mmh, okay, 'm gonna do it, 'm gonna cum on 'em.” “y-yeah, yeah, fuck, your thighs are so soft, feel so good around my cock, gonna cum all over them, m-ma'am.” “'s so much cum, i can’t stop cumming, m-mommy, ’m losing my mind, love your thighs, they're so soft, s' soft, thank you, thank you, thank you-!”

who wakes you up ↴

✧ f. toji ; it’s not uncommon for toji to wake up in the middle of the night, cock hard in his sweats. can you blame the guy when he's sleeping next to the sexiest woman he's ever laid his eyes on. he thanks whatever god there is for giving him a wife like you who lets him fuck your soft thighs until you wake up up so he can stuff you full of cum instead of wasting it on your stomach.

“’s time to wake up, mama, don’ ya wan' me t' fuck your needy cunt 'stead of these pretty thighs?” “aw, y'look soooo cute and dumb right now…my pretty thing. c'mon, spread those legs for me, mama, toji's gonna take care of ya.” “did y' dream 'bout me fucking your thighs? yeah? mm, you’re takin' my cock like you wanted me t' fuck you awake…hm? you want that next time? mm, i’ll keep it in mind, baby girl, now shut up and let me fuck you dumb.”

✧ n. kento ; he usually only does this when he’s very very frustrated from working, coming home to see his pretty baby in one of his button-ups sleeping, thighs out in the open. he can’t help himself, softly calling your name as he slides his hard cock slowly in and out between your thighs, giving you soft smile when you wake up.

“sorry to wake you, darling, I know it’s late, but I need you. you just...look so beautiful, i couldn't help himself.” “you were responding so cutely in your sleep…would you rather I be inside you? ask nicely, honey, and I’ll give you what you want. you know a good husband does whatever his wife asks.” ��so, so pretty like this, i could fuck you for days. should i do that, my sweet girl? mm, maybe i should take tomorrow off and keep you in bed all take, make sure that my seed takes. what do you think, sweetheart, you want me to give you a baby?”

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[itadodori]

professor!gojo who could sense your jealousy every time he had a conversation with his coworker, utahime. the type of man gojo was, he’d do it on purpose. just to see if he could get a rise out of you. sadly.. his plans always worked. every single time you saw the two of them talking the only thing you wanted to do was smack both of them, but you couldn’t.

your relationship with him had to remain a secret or you’d be kicked out of uni, and he’d loose his job. that’s the reason gojo loved ticking you off so much.. he knew there was nothing you could do about it.

well.. he may have forgotten the fact that you were one petty woman. you were sick of gojo’s little mind games so you thought why not play along? maybe this would get him to stop toying around with you.

all it took was for you to say one word to professor toji, who was at the top of gojo’s most hated list. when he saw you in toji’s class after hours giggling and wearing that short ass skirt of yours.. he lost it.

toji fushiguro? did you really have to go that low?

“quit the cryin’ already. you did this to yourself.” gojo had you bent over his lap— ass in the air as he delivered a stinging slap.

he’s been at this for hours. you lost count of how many times he spanked your ass, but from the excruciating pain on both your cheeks.. you’d say about over 20 times.

“’m sorry baby.. but you made me mad!” you croaked, hands quickly flying to his as he tried to deliver another smack.

but of course.. he was gojo. so you couldn’t hold him off for too long.

“grab my hand again and im gonna start spanking that pretty little pussy instead..” he found himself slipping his fingers through your folds— toying with your throbbing clit. “would you like that, baby? hmm?”

he wasted no time slipping his fingers into you, yanking your hair in the process, forcing you to look at him.

“who’s pussy is this? better answer me before i get upset pretty girl.”

“y..yours- aw fuck! it’s all yours daddy!” you didn’t notice it at first, but from the position he forced you in, you had a clear view of his neck.

the black ink was too hard to miss. your name, in big bold letters was tattooed on the side of his neck. anyone that walked passed him would see it if they looked close enough. he’d have to hide it during work.

“oh.. you like my new tattoo mama?” gojo chuckled lowly— sliding his fingers out of you just to slam them back in a second later. “i got it just for you.. so everyone can know who i belong to.”

those words alone made your pussy flutter, and you couldn’t stop yourself from getting tighter around his thick fingers.

“g..gojo please.”

he completely ignored your cries as he watched your pussy suck his fingers in, mesmerized by the sight. right now any sense of logic he once had was gone, and the only thing he was focused on was drilling it into your dumb little head that you were his.

“but don’t worry baby.. daddy’s got some other ways to prove his loyalty to you.” you had no clue what he could be hinting towards— nor did you care. right now your body was too overstimulated to think straight.

“maybe i should put some babies in this cute lil tummy.. let everyone know you’re my wife?”

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[miikapie]

just thinking ab Geto with a crybaby s/o (nsfw)

hi, this is my first time posting on here :33 idk if it'll be the last. i js wrote this when i got bored while studying. i love geto sm guys hes such a sweetheart

warnings:.. dacryphilia (reader cries during the deed), a little bit of infantilisation?, sweet geto hehehee,also slightly out of character geto? idk, missionary, really bad fuckin grammar dont come at me... anything else to put here uhhh js tell me //mdni.// NSFW UNDER THE CUT!

"mmm...missed this..i missed you.."

his hips rolled slowly into you, his hands smoothing over your thighs he hiked onto his shoulders. at this point, you guys have been going at it for a long while; you've orgasmed more times than you care to count (5 times) but ofcourse, because of geto and his crazy stamina, youve been folded on the bed for atleast an hour. he came home from a particularly long and difficult mission and just..needed you. so bad.

he coos sweet nothings into your ears as he always did, kissing at your neck with the occasional groan. the pace he set was so gentle, his tip kissed your cervix with every languid push and pull through your walls.

"you're so sweet...so good to me baby.." he whispers, the sticky noises of your arousal filling the quiet room

you always found moments like this with suguru to be perfect. just him and you, together, where the rest of the world didn't matter. but for some reason today, just something about it all was just so sensual and at the perfect pace..

with his head buried in the crook of your neck, his hand travelled from your waist to your cheek. what he didn't expect to feel was a trail of ..tears?

funny thing is you didn't even realise it. you had your eyes closed and your head buried into the silk pillow beneath you. you were completely immersed in the pleasure, and didnt notice the fat tears rolling down your face.

his pace slows to a stop and looked into your eyes. you thought the way his long hair cascaded over his shoulders made him look so beautiful..especially now. you looked up at him through teary eyes. he looked worried

"hey...is everything okay?" a frown was shown on his face, as he cupped your cheeks and wiped away your tears. "did i hurt you? you're cryin.."

you sniffled subconsciously, your hands placed over his. you smiled sheepishly and look away. "i.. I didn't even notice" he kissed your forehead sweetly, his facial expressions show he finally understood what was going on.

with one hand on your waist again he started rocking his hips, earning a soft cry of satisfaction from you. "fu-fuck.."

"you feel so good you're crying? ..baby.. you're flattering me..." his coy smile appears as he looked into your eyes, watching your expression twist and turn. it was, almost sinister "i wanna see this expression more often....such a crybaby.."

there was something about that new petname he gave you, the way it rolled of his tongue so sweetly, that made your walls flutter around him. he groaned a little, his pace slow and unfaltering. he gripped onto your waist. " you like that? being called a little crybaby?"

your hips bucked into him and you mewl, loudly. "s-stop, dont embarrass me..suguru.." his hips began snapping into you faster as a response.. another tear falls down your face but this time he kisses it away.

" 's not embarrassing..im into it. keep crying. in return ill keep you all nice and stuffed, how about that?"

thanks for reading HAHA

[donatellawritings]

hiii mamita!! first off i wanna say i love ur writing and characterization SO MUCH!! ur my absolute fav latina representation in this fandom and im sending u sososo much love <3 secondly, could we pretty pls have rafe w latina reader who’s constantly using spanish around him and he eventually understands her enough to get some things but doesn’t say anything until she says something slick one day under her breath and he calls her out so she’s like oops🫢🫢🤭

tysm for the kind words, angel <3

this is so bff!rafe coded …

rafe was an obsessively busy man — the poor guy just had to keep himself occupied, or he’d find himself slipping off into the deep end. so, he never actually took the time to learn spanish, but he had a pretty basic understanding of the language, solely thanks to the fact that he spent most, if not, all of his free time around you, listening to your jumbled rants. and it was clear to him which words were profane and insulting, by the way you’d huff and roll your eyes whenever they rolled off of your tongue.

you see, rafe was fully aware of your bitchy side and how your sweet and delicate demeanor could quickly flip into a bratty and entitled state, especially when you didn’t get what you want — which just so happened to be your current dilemma with rafe.

it was simple — you wanted to soak up some sun in your brand new frankie’s bikinis two-piece, while your bossy best friend, rafe was adamant about going to the country club to catch up with topper and kelce, over a glass of whiskey.

lifting your miu miu sunglasses to sit atop of your shiny blown out hair, you leaned your head back against the cushion of your lounger, the sun deliciously biting your bronze skin, “pendejo,” you mumbled, rolling your bambi eyes as rafe began to walk away from where you reclined.

stopping dead in his tracks, rafe cocks his buzzed head to the side, lips parted and eyebrows furrowed, “the fuck did y’just say to me?” he spoke, his voice low as he approaches you with quick and long strides, before yanking you up to your feet by your elbow.

with pouted lips, you kept your eyes away from rafe’s, “i didn’t say anyth—”

letting out an unamused chuckle, rafe grabs your jaw, forcing your gaze to meet his, “y’lucky i don’t break y’fuckin jaw,” he warns, harshly releasing your face from his tight grip as he watches your eyes well with tears, “don’t start that cryin’ shit — fuckin’ kid,” he spits, balling his fists at his side for a brief moment, before opening his hands, muttering under his breath as he walks away from you.

furiously knuckling away the tears that threatened to spill down your flushed cheeks, you keep your head down, a wobbly pout on your swollen lips.

⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

rafe didn’t go to the country club that afternoon. and you sat by the pool for about an hour, mindlessly splashing your french pedicured feet in the light blue pool water — you hated when rafe was upset, more so when you were the reason for his anger. but, you also knew how volatile and impulsive the son of ward could become, so you decided to wait it out for as long as you could.

rising to your feet, wet footprints stained the pavement as you padded towards the door, you eyes sparkling with shock as rafe walked through the door, “what are y’still doin’ here?” he questions blankly, monotone and all as he brushes past you, shoulders tense and jaw locked.

ignoring the way your tummy swirled and churned with disappointment, you exhaled sharply through your button nose, deciding to force yourself to be unfazed by rafe’s harsh words, “i don’t like when you’re mad at me,” you whine, dragging yourself where rafe sat, legs spread and a sweaty bottle of cold beer in hand.

taking a quick swig of the beer, rafe shrugs, “and i don’t like when y’get a smart fuckin’ mouth with me, just because y’wanna be a spoiled fuckin’ kid,” he counters sharply, setting the beer down beside his foot.

you really pissed him off.

nodding your head, you quietly brought yourself to straddle your best friend’s hips, noticing the way he licked over his lips, before pressing them into a tight line, “can i give you a besito? i’m really sorry, rafey,” you sighed, batting your cutesy lashes as your softly brought your nails to scratch at rafe’s abdomen.

remaining silent, rafe earned a playful eye roll from you as you leaned your tits into his chest, pressing your full lips into his structured cheek with quick pecks, “i - mwah - am - mwah - sorry - mwah - papito,” you giggled between kisses, sealing your apologies with a stolen kiss to rafe’s lips.

craning his neck back to get a better look at you, your skin all bronzy and dewy from your earlier suntan, rafe raises his eyebrows, “papito? that’s a new one,” he comments, raising a hand to rest on your the sweaty skin of your lower back.

with wide doe eyes and parted lips, you gasp, “you like it?!”

letting out a defeated sigh, rafe pulls you in by the back of your neck to press a kiss to the top of your warm hair, “yeah, s’cute, kid.”

[killakalx]

mind blown by the jealousy fic! i just love ur characterization of dick.

also now you've got me thinking abt him and sloppy seconds. like imagine you've gone to someone else and let them fuck you, but they just couldn't get you off, and you're just so frustrated. then you show up at his door in wrinkled clothes, still dripping wet, hair messed up and lips bitten red and his brain just whites out. maybe he's still not jealous, not exactly, but he is so pleased with himself. cause now it's not just "she knows where home is" but "she knows nobody else will ever do it better, no matter how hard they try." then he's teasing about how wet you are, how bad you wanna come, how easy you are for him, and he gets you off with just his fingers first just to prove he can. he has you damn near begging before he even fucks you for real, and even then he does it torturously slow, taking his time and making you whine for it while he touches you all over. before he lets you come he asks "who did it better, me or him?"

ur posts put some sort of devil in me istg <3 🫐

“i just love ur characterization of dick” ☹️❤️ im kissing u rn berry. this got longer than it was supposed to but that’s ok bc i’m in love with our best friend dick grayson

i think right here is where dick starts feeling bad. not in a sappy way, but not in a condescending way either. he opens the door and he just ogles at how sorry you look, contemplating how he’d go about it, but he just gives you that charming smile and waits for your green light.

say you’re more embarrassed than anything else. tried to go home and get yourself off, making yourself look worse in all the most miserable ways. all you give him is that look. the lowkey “if you tell anyone about this i’ll kill you” look. in that case he’s teasing you the entire time, shit talking whoever it was that left you dry while carelessly dipping his fingers into your mouth and getting you soaked with just his hand. that’s when he’s more than willing to keep you embarrassed and begging for him.

“stop being a dick,” you’d scold him with the same joke he’s heard a million times, trying to hold his wrist in place and keep him inside of you. then he just stops moving his fingers and the way you ache around them has his ego practically leaking out of his cock.

“did you fake it or what?” he talks over you when you start insulting him out of impatience. he likes continuing conversation as if it’s one of those old talks you two would have. yk…. without him being knuckles deep inside you.

just in case you didn’t hear him right, you’re giving him that confused look and still rolling your hips for some sort of relief “hn… what?”

“you had to act like you came,” dick explains despite being sure you knew what he meant, “or did he just assume you did after he gave you a sorry excuse of a fuck?”

“mind your business.”

“i’ve got you leaking around my fingers like a desperate slut and this isn’t my business?” he laughs at the gall you have but he is very serious bae. just before the banter continues he reaches deeper inside you, curling up and making you lose your words. “you’d tell me if you wanna cum so bad, babe.” now he’s got you spilling all the deets and his pace speeds up after every sentence, telling you to take your time and spit it out, huh?

however!! imagine you show up so frustrated there are tears in your eyes. you’re sick of everything. stress and stress and more stressed, piled on top of sexual frustration??? dick’s making you cum until the light in your brain goes out. he’s there for you, always. whether it’s pulling you in for a long hug or sitting you in his lap with your clothes stripped. most of the time it’s both.

“i know, i know,” he’s consoling you while kissing sucking at your pretty tits, thumb massaging your clit as your head rests on his shoulder. “let me fix this, mkay? stop cryin’.” on nights like these??? the way he fucks you makes you forget he’s not your husband of five years and counting. and after a while neither of you are too sure how to feel about that.

[prettypinkprincessa]

YOU CRYIN’?

“Part two” Gojo x black nerdy reader

part one

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“Huh” you ask quietly.

“Nothing. Just uh go sit on the couch I’ll get the movie ready.”

You nodded your head and headed to his couch. He watched as each step made your ass jiggle, already arroused he groaned under his breath.

shit.

“ are you gonna come watch the movie too?” you asked dumbly.

“Of course I’m gonna watch the movie I’m the one who invited you.” He turned the lights off and walked over towards you, sitting as close as possible to your body.

“We’re watching a horror movie.” He said gently as he took the remote out of your hand. He could visibly see the discomfort spread on your face. You hated horror movies. He turned on ‘Chainsaw Massacre’ and got comfortable.

10 minutes throughout the movie a jump-scare popped up. He watched as you jumped and how your boobs jiggled with the action. He couldn’t help himself for any longer. One more thing and he would have you under him in an instant.

“Um..can we watch something else?” You ask timidly. He paused the movie and turn towards you. Noticing the frightened look on your face. “Why?” He asked simply.

“well, im afraid…I don’t want to watch this. I’m sorry-”

“Are you fucking serious?” He cut you off. “You’re fucking complaining?”

“I’m sorry I-”

“You know what.” He snatched the popcorn from your hand and threw it on the floor. He grabbed both of your wrist and pinned you down to the couch. Large body hovering over your smaller form.

“What are you doing-” before you could finish your sentence you were cut off by his lips pressing against yours. He sucked on your bottom lip roughly before sliding down to suck on your neck.

“W-what are you doing…stop..” you told him to stop though the way you grinded up against him said otherwise.

“Stop? Do you know how fucking long I’ve been wanting to do this?” He muffled as he began to suck on your cleavage. “You fucked me over right? Didn’t do my fucking homework? This is how you’re repaying me.” You whimper underneath him and he groans at the sound. He leans back and looks down at you.

“Take off your shirt.”

“But-”

“Take off your fucking shirt y/n.”

You whimper quietly and do as your told. The way you take your shirt off so slowly has him growing impatient.

“Fuck it.” He grabbed you and roughly took your shirt off himself. Throwing it one the floor along with the popcorn.

“Shit. You have the prettiest body baby.” He huffs out as he pulls you closer. Straddling you on his lap. He takes one of your nipples in his mouth and you moan at the wetness of his tongue. “Yeah? You like that baby?” He chuckles condescendingly and lays you back, licking from your nipple down to your thighs. He sucks your inner thighs roughly. Marking you all over. He slowly made his way up to ur tiny ass shorts. Sniffing through the fabric in between your thighs.

“fuckkk you smell good.” He takes his hand and sticks it in the band of your shorts. “Can I take these off sweet girl?” You nod your head, slowly looking away from his eyes. “Unt unt, look at me.” He grabs your chin and faces it down between your legs. Where both of your eyes meet. He slowly takes off you shorts and groans at the dark spot in the middle of your pink panties. He slowly pulls your panties down and licks your clit slowly. You jump at the feeling.

“You like that? Hm?” He smirks and starts to aggressively suck on your clit slobbering and drooling all on it. “Mmgggh taste so good for me baby” he muffles while he’s stuffed in your cunt. The vibrations move through your body and you can feel your lower stomach tightening.

“I think- I’m-”

“Go ahead baby, release all of that juice in my mouth.” You cum instantly. Creamy warm juices flowing around in his mouth. “Fuck.” He whispers to himself slowly pulling himself up from your cunt. He picks you up and makes sure you’re okay. Kissing you on your forehead.

“Alright baby. Ready for round two?”

[corvidcrossbow]

Every time I listen to Hazey by Glass Animals I just think of young Daryl like hhhhhhhuuuuuuuuu (I've been a Glass Animals fan for so many years and it's eating at me)

I imagine the verses would be a back forth between Daryl and his parents, and then you.

C/W: Mentions of abuse, alcoholism, smoking, parental death, Daryl's trauma

Your baby's falling, you know I'm talking now

You know I'm dancing, you know I'm racing 'round

No no you're so juiced, you said you'd kick the booze

You know I'll get bruised, you know that I'm just a boy

First verse would be a young him towards his father, his dad once saying he'd be sober - but of course that was broken following his mothers death, and it never held much truth or promise to begin with.

Daryl was just a little kid (I say 8 or so), and would try to use that as leverage, crying and pleading when his fathers abuse first started to really pick up. He'd always tell him to shut up and stop crying, which is where Daryl's tendencies to be closed off and hide emotions were cemented into his psyche - to 'take it like a man'. He'd hear it from Merle too under other contexts, who'd picked it up from their dad - but also bullies, teachers or most anyone else, that's just how it is growing up in the rural south.

Daryl never got to be a boy, he had to be a man.

Come back baby, don’t you cry

Don’t you drain those big blue eyes

I’ve been crawling

Come back baby, don’t you cry

Just you say the reason why

I can calm you

The chorus would be how Daryl would imagine his mom. He'd sit alone in the woods, or lay in bed in the dark, and try to hear the sound of his mothers voice - her comforting tone, arms reaching out as he'd run to her, feeling like he was crawling to her, and she'd hold him tight. She'd wipe the tears from his glassy big blue eyes. 'Wha's wrong sweetheart? Why're you cryin'? You can tell me. Shhh, shhhh... I'm here baby.'

He so badly wanted her back. To tell her everything, for her to save him from his father. Maybe she wasn't the best mother in the world, there'd been issues. But she was his mom. 'Pleas', momma... com' back...'

You say I’m bawling, I say I’m begging while

You take my photo, I fake my breaking smile

I’m fucking loco, I can’t get through to you

You turn your nose you, spark up and I can go

And again with the crying, Daryl's father would just say he was being 'a wimp' or 'a pussy'. Daryl had to learn how to mask everything, to act like it was all okay. Whether at school, in public, with friends, other family, or when Merle would come around - he needed to pretend what was happening wasn't happening. Maybe even then he could believe it too, that it wasn't real.

But as he aged, it ate away at him, drove. him. crazy. He knew the truth, that it did happen. It was real. And the scars that covered his back proved it. That's what led to his outbursts, how he'd get snippy and snappy with people. He could only keep his emotions buried for so long before they'd start to burst.

And it'd land him in trouble. Snarky mumbles towards a teacher when a test would be returned, and it was straight to detention. Giving someone the wrong look, then responding in the wrong way, and he'd find himself on the ground surrounded by kids a bit older and larger than him, kicking him before spitting at the ground beside him and leaving him there.

He was always more cautious around his dad, knowing he'd be a harsher outcome than any other - but there were still times where his father felt he was 'givin' 'im attitude 'n he needs tah check 'imself', even though Daryl was treading lightly.

Any time his father wasn't beating him, he was always drunk, or smoking. He gave up a long time ago with trying to reason with him, get through. He learned to rely on himself, and solely himself. Daryl would go out alone - and that time he was lost in the forest - and his dad was too engrossed in substances to realize, or care. He himself was all he really had, so he shut everyone else out. At least for a long time.

Come back baby, don’t you cry

Don’t you drain those big blue eyes

I’ve been crawling

Come back baby, don’t you cry

Just you say the reason why

I can calm you

And as the chorus would repeat, it'd be you. Daryl would distance himself, or even disappear. Isolating, shutting away what was left of a nearly nonexistent world.

Now you were the one begging. Going to find him and begging him to come back. For him to let you into his world, let you be there for him. Calm him, be what he needs.

And as you seemed to be metaphorically crawling after him, he finally let you in. Despite how many years had gone by, his eyes were still big, still blue, and glassy again.

Your words and actions would mirror what he pictured his mom doing. Holding him and rocking him, whispering against his head 'Shhh... it's okay, I'm here. Talk to me, angel. What's wrong?'

[svgvru]

umm im(humble)o,, Kento’ll help you destress after a long day at work.. at first it’s just him taking your shoes and coat off for you, then he starts to snake his hands up your dress shirt with the excuse of a massage, and THEN he’s shooting blanks while cryin because he hates (loves) when you’re mean to him and he hates (loves) the rough treatment🤹🏽

(and ofc he’s wearing your button down while he’s getting fucked)

i love that man

✮ THINKIN' BOUT...NANAMIN! gahhhh!! ur so right! since you've forced him to take breaks, since you've helped him figure out his shit and relax. he thought y not help you with your shit job too! he can always tell when a day has been particularly stressful. he hears the sigh you release the second you step in the door and he knows he's gotta help you de-stress! so he'll relax while you kick off your shoes and walk him to your bedroom, ripping his clothes off only to put yours back around him and rail him. he'll say he doesn't like it, but he's drooling and his eyes are rolled back as you keep hitting his prostate. all he can produce is moans an incohernet words!

don't get me started on the dirty talk!!! whether you start praising or degrading him his back is arching deeper and he's sloppily trying to meet your trusts, but your hips r too forcefull and he can hear the clapping of your hips meeting his ass while he's rocking from the force. and he just grips the sheets n groans! he'll let you empty your frustrations on his body, no matter how rough cuz he knows you need it, and he secretly loves it. just use him for the time being okay.

even afterwards, he'll offer to wash your back n massage ur shoulders even though his ass is red and his hole has been abused by you! of course you say no, bc he needs aftercare. but he still tries!

overall, he just secretly likes being ur stress toy :)

[eli21345]

The Start

First time writing anything like this! :)

tw: suggestive??

Hobie brown x gn!reader

“Hobes?” I call out as I enter his canal boat in which he lives in. I look around for a few seconds and huff lightly, unable to find him instantly. I flop down on the couch and decide to just wait, my eyes drooping from boredom.

I feel a weight being placed on my lap, thinking it was Hobie’s head I reach down to stroke his hair, instead being met with his cat’s fur. Pinkie was his name, he was a skidish cat but always seemed to be found of me. “Hey pinkie.” I say as I look down giving the cat with a pink, spiked Mohawk a smile.

“Hey doll hav’ you seen pinkie- oh.” Hobie chuckles lightly as he looks down at the cat in my lap “I see he’s chose his throne.. but no’ for long-!” He picks up the cat swiftly, pinkie fighting back and squirming around. “Oh stop it, you likkle things jus’ got to take a bath!”

I giggle as I look up at hobie rolling my eyes “Jesus-“

“Ah.” Hobie cuts me off 

I roll my eyes “leave that cat alone, he doesn’t need a bath.” I say with a smile as I pet pinkies head, standing up.

Hobie scoffs and starts to walk to the bathroom, I follow him “likkle bastard ran out side and go’ all dir’y!” He says as he crouches down next to the tub “close the door behind you, love.” He say as he starts to put pinkie in the tub that was slightly filled with water

I sigh and close the door, walking over to hobie as I kneel down on my knees, my hand resting on Hobie’s back “how’d he even manage to get outside?” I ask as I lay my head on his shoulder

Hobie starts to put pinkie in the water and pinkie instantly starts to claw and growl “I wa’ gettin’ ready to go outside and he ran out after me! Spent thirt’ minutes just to get im!”

I giggle softly as I try and help Hobie, pulling pinkies claws off him, “I see.. he really doesn’t like the water does he?” I hum as I start to do all the work for him. Pinkie not fighting much against me

Hobie looks in awe and surprise “yeah… how the fuck are you doin’ this! He hates when I try!” He huffs playfully “he likes you more I guess..” he chuckles softly, running a hand up the back of my shirt.

I shiver slightly, hobie’s hands always cold no matter the weather. “Maybe he does, even after just a few weeks of seeing you he likes me more.” I smile and stick my tongue out at Hobie before washing the dirt out of pinkies black fur with a cat safe shampoo.

Hobie sighs and shakes his head “your the first bird i brought home that he actually likes..” he smiles softly and looks at me “guess it’s mean’ to be eh?”

“Sap.” I say jokingly as I wash pinkie off before taking him out of the bath and grabbing a towel, drying him off

“Well it’s true!” Hobie protest as he watches every one of my movements “you can’ blame me for the truf!” He says as I looks at me

I stare back at him as pinkie wriggles out of the towel, a soft smile on my face “yeah, I guess I can’t. Jus’ find it funny is all.” I smile before draining the tub, and standing up, hobie looking up at me, still down on the floor “get up you weirdo!” I giggle.

Hobie shakes his head, my giggles making him come back down to earth “sorry luv I just can’t help but stare.” He chuckles lightly as he stands up, his joints popping as he does.

“Perv.” I say as I look up at him as he towers over me, a soft smile on my face before moving to the bathroom door and opening it so pinkie can leave

Hobie sighs and rolls his eyes before coming up behind me “can’t blame a bloke for tryin’ yeah?” He smirks against my neck and I shiver at the feeling “I just love you.” He says that, something I didn’t expect.

I blink as I hold onto his hands “I- I love you to hobie..” I say as I lean back against him, happy tears pricking my eyes.

“Love? Why are you cryin’? Don’t do that..” he says as he turns my around, holding onto my face “did I do somefing..?” He asks as softly as he physically can

I let a chocked sob out and shake my head  “no.. no you didn’t do anythin.. wrong… I’m just happy.” I smile up at him as I hold his face in my warm hands “I didn’t expect it you know?” I say with a smile

“Oh.” Hobie say as he looks down at me, wiping my tears away with his thumbs “except the unexpected then luv.” He chuckles as he picks me up, causing me to squeal “now let’s get ya in bed, hm?” He smirks as he looks down at me 

I look up at him and nod “sure.. that sounds nice.”

“Good.” He says as he starts to plant kisses all over my face, causing me to giggle “I love ya my sweet ting..”

“I love you to… hobie.”

[thelastspeecher]

I was gonna split this up into two posts, but today was really rough, mental health-wise, so fuck it. You're getting 3k words of Angie's origins in the Olympian Falls AU. Enjoy.

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              Dulcimearl McGucket gently placed his newborn son, Lute, in his crib, then rejoined his wife on their bed.

              “I can already tell he looks just like ya,” his wife, Sally, murmured sleepily.  Mearl smiled.

              “That’d be a shame, given how pretty ya are,” he replied.  Sally laughed softly.  In the middle of the night, Sally had gone into labor, causing a hurried rush of Mearl dropping their four children off at his brother Bassett’s home, then returning to drive Sally to the hospital to give birth.  They had just returned home to a peaceful, if empty, house.

              “Should we let Bassett know the kids can come back?” Sally asked.

              “I don’t know, dear.  I’m enjoyin’ the quiet.”

              “Well, we shouldn’t wait too long to call folks ‘n let ‘em know the details.  All fam’ly knows right now is that the birth went well.”

              “Mm.  That’s all they need to know right now.”  The two lapsed into a pleasant silence.  The quiet was abruptly broken by the distinct sound of an infant crying.  “I’ll get ‘im.”  Mearl got up and walked to Lute’s crib.  He paused.  “Uh.”

              “What is it?”

              “Lute’s asleep.”

              “Then where’s that noise comin’ from?” Sally asked.

              “Don’t know, m’dear.  I’ll go check outside.”

              Mearl headed for the front door, grabbing his shotgun on the way, just in case.  He opened the door.  His jaw dropped.  On the doorstep was what looked like a cradle of pure gold, holding the source of the sound: a wailing infant.  He set his shotgun down and crouched to look closely at the baby.

              “Shh, shh,” he said softly, stroking the child’s chubby cheeks.  The baby hiccupped twice, then fell silent, staring at him with wide tear-filled eyes.  Mearl was stricken by the blue of the baby’s eyes, like a clear summer sky.  “Yer quite the looker, lil one.”

              “Mearl?” Sally called from inside.

              “I figured out what was goin’ on, honey,” Mearl called back.  “I’ll be there in a mo’.”  Mearl picked up the cradle and went back inside, closing the door behind him softly, so as to not disturb the baby.  He went to the bedroom he shared with Sally.  Sally looked up upon his arrival.  Her eyes, a soft blue not as brilliant as the strange infant’s, widened.

              “What is goin’ on?” she asked.  Mearl crossed over to their bed.  He sat, placing the cradle between himself and his wife.  Sally leaned over to peer at the baby.  She stiffened.  “Dulcimearl, why does this child have yer nose?”

              “What?”  Mearl looked more closely.  Sure enough, the baby had the large, distinct McGucket nose.  His heart stopped.  “Sally, I don’t know.  This lil one was on the doorstep, cryin’.”

              “A baby was left on the doorstep that has yer nose,” Sally said flatly.  She crossed her arms.  “This don’t bode well fer ya.”

              “Are- are ya implyin’ I would cheat on you?” Mearl choked out.  Sally chewed on her lip.

              “Yer not the kind.  But the evidence ain’t in yer favor.”

              “Sally!  It’s- it’s April 1st, this is prob’ly some sort of practical joke, it-” Mearl said desperately, trying to resist the urge to tug on his hair.  Sally suddenly picked up a letter that had been hidden amongst the baby’s blanket.  “What- what’s that?”  Sally unfolded the letter.

              “It says…‘Dulcimearl McGucket, you are a rare sort.  The kind with the ability to resist a Greek god.  This, combined with the way we connected when we met, made it impossible to get you out of my mind.  As such, I give you the greatest gift I can give: a child, born of the emotional connection between us.  This makes her mine and yours, a demigod.  Demigods must live with their mortal parent.  I trust you will raise her well.’”

              “…What?” Mearl asked weakly.  Sally shrugged.  “Is there a name somewhere?”

              “No.  It says ‘Sincerely’ and then a little comment ‘bout how ‘You know who this is from’.”  Sally’s brow furrowed.  “This definitely feels like some sort of practical joke, but this child is clearly yours.  So either you cheated, or-”  Before Sally could finish her sentence, the letter disappeared in a flash of warm, golden sunlight.  “Hmm.”  Sally rubbed the back of her neck.  “That was…odd.”

              “Sally, I would never cheat,” Mearl said.  He had progressed to begging at this point, but didn’t care.  “You know that!”

              “Yes, I do.”  Sally began to inspect the baby’s cradle curiously.  “This looks like solid gold.  And that, combined with the fact you’d never cheat and the way that letter vanished, makes me think…”  She trailed off.

              “Think what?” Mearl prompted.

              “That maybe the letter was tellin’ the truth,” Sally said softly.

              “You think this baby is really a child I had with a Greek god, from some ‘emotional connection’?” Mearl asked.  Sally met his gaze.

              “Do ya have any other suggestions?” she asked.  After a moment, Mearl shook his head.  “Then, fer the sake of both our sanities, we’ll take the letter at face value.  This lil girl is yours.”

              “Girl?”

              “The letter said she was a her,” Sally pointed out.  She carefully removed the baby and cradled her in her arms.  “She’s yours.  Which means she’s mine, too.”

              “But she isn’t.”

              “Biologically, no.  But that don’t matter.  We’re married, so yer children are mine and my children are yours,” Sally said.  Mearl put an arm around Sally’s shoulders.  She leaned against him.

              “Yer way with words is so beautiful,” he said.  Sally smiled.  “But how do we explain her appearance?”

              “It’s a good thing we haven’t told fam’ly the details ‘bout what happened at the hospital.”

              “Why?”

              “‘Cause it’d be more difficult to come up with some lie.”  Sally stroked the baby’s cheek.  The baby giggled.  Sally’s smile grew stronger.  “All’s we need to do is say this lil one is Lute’s twin.”

              “I never would’ve thought of that.  Yer so brilliant, my love.”  Sally chuckled.  “And she’s got blue peepers like you.”

              “Not exactly like me, but close enough that it won’t raise alarms.  She don’t have any hair yet, so hopefully she don’t wind up with some color what don’t make sense.”

              “What about a name fer her?”

              “We can just use the name we had prepared in case Lute turned out to be a girl.”

              “Then that’s what we’ll do,” Mearl said softly.  He stroked his daughter’s face.  “Welcome to the fam’ly, Banjolina.”

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              Banjolina, or Banjey, as they called her, seemed like a regular child.  Until the day she didn’t.  At three years old, Banjey and Lute were playing in the living room, supervised by Mearl, who was sitting on the couch, tuning his fiddle.  After a few moments of tuning, Banjey got to her feet and toddled to Mearl’s side.  She tugged on his pant leg.

              “Yes, sunshine?” Mearl asked.  Banjey was like a ray of light in their family, with her golden hair and musical laugh.  She’d gotten her pet name early on.  Banjey scrunched up her face.

              “Papa, noise is down.  Make it up,” she said.  Mearl frowned at her.

              “Pardon?”

              “Make it up!” Banjey insisted.  Mearl’s eyes widened as he realized she was referring to his tuning.  The string he’d been tuning was indeed flat, or “down”, though only subtly.  Mearl pulled his bow across the string and tightened the tuning peg.  Banjey cocked her head so that her ear faced the instrument.  For the split second that the string was in tune, she smiled.  However, when Mearl continued to increase the pitch, she scowled.

              “Somethin’ wrong?” Mearl asked.

              “Noise is up now.  Make it down.”

              “You tell me when it’s right, okay?��� Mearl said.  Banjey nodded.  Mearl loosened the tuning peg.

              “Stop!” she said.  Mearl plucked the string experimentally.  It was perfectly in tune.  Fighting back his growing discomfort with his daughter’s ear, Mearl had Banjey help him tune the remaining strings.  Each time, she did it flawlessly.

              She’s just a lil tot.  She shouldn’t be able to tell when a single string is out of tune, let alone four!

              “All good, Papa,” Banjey said happily.  Mearl forced a smile.

              “It sure is, baby girl.”  He ruffled her hair.  Clearly pleased with herself, Banjey toddled back to Lute and resumed playing with him.  Sally walked into the living room.  She cooed at the twins before joining Mearl on the couch.

              “You look a bit shell-shocked, dear,” Sally commented.  Mearl nodded.  “What’s wrong?”

              “Banjey could tell my fiddle was out of tune.  I had her tell me whether the string was sharp or flat, and either increased or decreased the pitch like she asked.”

              “And?”

              “She did it perfectly.”  Mearl stared at his wife.  “Sally, Banjey’s got an ear like I ain’t ever heard of.  My whole fam’ly are gifted in music, but this?  This is somethin’ dif’rent.”  Sally’s face darkened.

              “Somethin’…supernatural?” she asked in a low voice.

              “I think so.”

              “Well…”  Sally looked over at the twins, who were squealing with delight as they played together.  Her face softened.  “We’ll just keep an eye on her.  See if there ‘re any other oddities that pop up.”  Mearl nodded again, trying to deny what he already knew.

              There would be many more oddities to come.

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              As Banjey got older, the comments started, as did the lies Sally and Mearl had to come up with to cover their daughter’s unconventional origin.

              “I ain’t got the foggiest clue where she got these darlin’ curls!” Gramama McGucket cooed, once Banjey’s hair was long enough that it was obvious it wasn’t stick straight like her siblings’.  It was also a shining gold different from Sally, Harper, and Viola’s blond.  Luckily, it was easy enough to explain away.

              “It’s from my father,” Sally lied quickly.  She forced a laugh.  “Who would’ve thunk that sort of thing could skip generations?”

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              “You said Banjey got Sally’s eyes, right?” asked Stanley Hillcrest, grandfather to Lute’s best friend Max.  Mearl, who was joining him in supervising a playdate between Max and the twins, nodded.  “I’m surprised.  I didn’t think her eyes were quite that shade of blue.”  Mearl chuckled.

              “I guess ya ain’t seen her up close, then,” he said.  Stanley Hillcrest watched Banjey wrestle with Lute and Max.

              “Banjey also seems a bit more athletic than I’d expect from yer fam’ly, no offense.”

              “Lute’s the same way,” Mearl said with a shrug.  “Guess we just saved all the athletic capability fer the last two to have.  It’s fer the best, since yer lil Max is quite the firecracker hisself.”  Banjey pinned Max to the ground while Lute cheered.  Stanley Hillcrest frowned thoughtfully.

              “Yes.  He is.”

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              “I’m sorry, Ma, I forgot sunscreen,” sobbed their eldest child, Violynn, after she took the three youngest children to the park to play.  Viola and Lute were already turning red, but Banjey wasn’t even slightly pink.  Sally grabbed the aloe off the kitchen counter, where it lived during the summer months, smiling reassuringly at her daughter.

              “It’s okay.  At least Banjey ain’t sunburned,” she said soothingly.  Violynn crossed her arms with a frown.

              “Banjey never gets sunburns.”

              “It’s ‘cause she’s got that tan from my Spanish grandmother, honey, remember?” Sally lied.  The lies were easier than they used to be.  Violynn’s scowl deepened.

              “It ain’t fair she’s the only one what got it, and the rest of us got Pa’s Irish skin,” she muttered.  Sally began to apply the aloe onto Lute’s arm.

              “It’s genetics, sweet pea.  Can’t predict ‘em.”

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              “Wait, yer tellin’ me that Harper somehow caught chickenpox fer a second time, but lil Banjey, who was playin’ with him the very day he got sick, ain’t got a single mark?” asked Mearl’s older brother, Bassett.  Mearl was calling to cancel a planned visit, due to the bug currently making its way through the household.  “And her twin got it, right?”

              “Yep.  Viola and Basstian ain’t had it ‘fore, so they’ve got it, too.”

              “But Banjey don’t.”

              “Correct.”

              “Huh.  Y’know, now that I think ‘bout it, that lil girl of yours ain’t never got sick.  At least as far as I can recall,” Basstian said slowly.  Mearl swallowed.

              “Uh, yep.  We figure it’s one of ‘em weird immune things.  Luck of the draw, I s’ppose.”

              “Maybe she should enter the lottery, with luck like that.”

              “Heh.”  Mearl rubbed the back of his neck, barely able to muster up a weak chuckle.  “…Yeah.”

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              Mearl counted his lucky stars every day that Sally had the idea to claim Banjey was Lute’s twin.  Lute was unmistakably the full sibling of the other children, which kept those who picked up on Banjey’s unique features from realizing the truth.  Or, at least, they kept their conclusions to themselves.  Mearl was terrified of the day that someone questioned Banjey belonging to the family in front of her.

              But today wasn’t that day.  Mearl, Sally, and the five-year-old twins were the only ones at the playground.  The other children, who seemed wary of the twins at times (though Mearl suspected most of the wariness was directed towards Banjey), had opted to stay home.  Mearl smiled at Sally chasing Lute around while Banjey sat on the ground, her face turned up towards the sun.  Banjey enjoyed basking in the sun, though had to be reminded frequently to close her eyes when looking up.

              His smile faded at the sight of a strange man he didn’t recognize approaching the playground.  The man walked awkwardly, like Cousin Gert, who had a muscular disease.  Mearl straightened but remained sitting on the bench.  Banjey seemed to attract strange trouble, primarily in the form of creatures from Greek mythology, but a strange man was a perfectly mundane problem.  The man made a beeline for Banjey.

              Mearl sprang to his feet, but Sally beat him to the punch.  She stopped chasing Lute and rushed over to Banjey, standing in front of her protectively.  The man came to a stop.

              “Who are ya and why-” Sally started.  She cut herself off with a gasp.  Mearl sprinted over.  Sally’s face was pale as a sheet and filled with horror.  Mearl put a hand on her shoulder protectively.  “You- you ain’t human,” Sally whispered.  There was giggling from behind them.  Mearl glanced over his shoulder.  Banjey and Lute were now wrestling with each other.  They could do that for hours, and, thankfully, were always careful enough to avoid injuries.

              Good.  They won’t have any idea of what’s goin’ on right now.  Mearl turned back to the strange man.  He frowned.

              “Are ya sure, Sally?” he said softly.  The man sighed.

              “No, she’s right.”  He removed his baseball cap.  Mearl goggled.  Poking through the man’s hair were horns.  He tightened his grip on Sally’s shoulder, signaling to her to get ready to run.  “I’m surprised ya noticed, ma’am.”  Mearl’s eyes narrowed.  The horned man had a southern accent, but his drawl was softer and warmer than people in the area had.

              He ain’t from ‘round here.

              “I, uh, I’ve been doin’ a good job at spottin’ the dangers what keep comin’ fer Banjey,” Sally mumbled.  The man’s eyes widened.

              “Oh, yer Sighted,” he remarked.  Mearl’s heart began to pound furiously in his chest.  Family stories from Ireland told of mortals who were punished by the Fair Folk for being able to see past their glamour, a gift called the Sight.

              “Ya ain’t touchin’ her,” he rumbled.  The man looked at him in surprise.

              “I- I wasn’t goin’ to, sir.”

              “I know what the Fair Folk do to Sighted humans.”

              “Fair Folk?”  The man seemed confused.  “I’m a satyr, sir.”  Mearl felt the blood drain from his face.

              That’s a Greek mythology critter.  He and Sally had been doing their research into Greek mythology since Banjey arrived.  They opted to view it as a different form of the parenting books they picked up for their first children.  All the critters what have been comin’ after Banjey ‘re Greek mythology.  Mearl let himself relax slightly.  But this is the first one what came and talked to us, rather than just attackin’.  It might be worthwhile to hear what he has to say.  Maybe the god what gave us Banjey sent him.

              “Why are you here?” Mearl finally said.

              “I, like many other satyrs, are s’pposed to track down half-bloods and bring ‘em to safety.”

              “Half-blood?” Sally asked.  The satyr nodded.

              “Also called demigod.  Children of the Greek gods with mortals.”  The satyr looked past Sally and Mearl, at Banjey and Lute.  “Like yer daughter.”

              “Yer not takin’ her,” Mearl snarled.  The satyr held his hands up.

              “Relax, sir.  She’s clearly too young to go to camp.”

              “Camp?” Sally asked.

              “Camp Half-Blood.  In New York City.  It’s a safe location fer demigods to go, where they can train and learn how to control their abilities without bein’ in danger from monsters.”  The satyr met Mearl’s eyes.  “Once she’s old enough, that’s where she’ll have to go.”

              “We can protect her,” Mearl said desperately.  The satyr smiled, but there was a sadness to it.

              “Maybe right now, you can.  But eventually, the day will come that you realize you can’t any longer.”  Mearl closed his eyes.  He knew in his heart that the satyr was telling the truth.  Banjey attracted danger like a fly to manure.  “We’ll be waitin’ fer her.”  The satyr pulled a business card out of the pocket of his jeans.  He handed it to Sally.  “Call this number when it’s time.”

              With that, the satyr put his hat back on and left.  Only once he had faded into the distance did Mearl allow himself to stop watching.  He turned to Sally, who was staring down at the business card.

              “Can we trust ‘im, Mearl?” she asked softly.  “You’ve always had a knack fer sniffin’ out scammers ‘n bad news.”

              “You’ve got that knack, too, darlin’,” Mearl said gently.  Sally rubbed her eyes.  “Oh, no, don’t cry.”

              “The feller was right, weren’t he?” she choked out.  “I just- I feel it in my gut.  It ain’t safe fer Banjey here and it ain’t safe fer the other kids.  She’ll- she’ll have to go-”  Sally let out a sob.  Mearl pulled her into a tight embrace.

              “Yes,” he confirmed.  “But I could tell that feller weren’t givin’ us guff.  He was genuine.  Banjey can stay with us fer now, and when the time comes, he’ll help us get her somewhere safe.”

              “Hopefully that day won’t be fer a while,” Sally whispered.  Mearl kissed the top of her head.

              “God willin’.  Or, rather, gods willin’.”  Mearl could have imagined it, but it seemed like, for a brief moment, the sun shone brighter.  Sally let out a soft chuckle.

              “Mama, Papa?”  Sally and Mearl pulled apart.  Lute and Banjey had finished wrestling and were staring up at them with big eyes.

              “I know that look,” Mearl said, forcing a smile.  “What do the two of ya want?”

              “Um, can we get ice cream?” Banjey squeaked out.  Mearl looked at Sally, who smiled at him.  He turned back to the twins.

              “The two of ya were so well-behaved while yer ma ‘n I talked to that feller, I don’t see why not!”

              “Yay!” the twins cheered.  Lute grabbed Sally’s hand, while Banjey took Mearl’s.  As they headed back to the pickup truck, Banjey looked up at Mearl.

              “Papa, who was that feller?” she asked.  Mearl looked down at his daughter.  Despite how much she looked like him, he could see something in her that reminded him of the Greek statues he’d been fascinated by as a teenager.  He smiled warmly at her.

              “Someone ya don’t need to worry ‘bout.”  He ruffled her golden curls.  “Not yet, at least.”

[lunartearrose]

Oc Kiss Week 2024 #1 - Almost :)

Series: pokespe

Drabble below! Tw cuz Jackie faces transphobia for a sec in the beginning.

Jackie had been running as fast as her legs could carry her, deep into the Ilex forest with no real plan about where she was going. But finally, she was slowing down, too out of breath to keep it up.

That damn old man from Azalea logging company recognized her. Right in front of her rival, secretly best friend, called her Jack, and told her to take the skirt off.

Jackie was too frazzled to say a single thing. But her rival, Winter, seemed to misunderstand, going at the man with her Glaceon and croconaw, yelling obscenities as she tore through the old jerk's team of farfetch'd and magmar.

But the old man kept going. Kept insisting, drawing attention, and she couldn't take it anymore. And thus, she took off, cloak pulled overhead so she wouldn't be seen by anyone else.

Collapsing in the soft grass, Jackie cried. All this time, all the effort to convince Winter that she was a different person, ruined in an instant. Jackie had liked being this cute, gentle girl that Winter met days ago, instead of Jack, a fumbling boy barely in control of his psychic power, unable to keep a single pokemon listening to him that Winter knew for years as a bit of a failure.

She didn't want to stop being Jackie. But now what? What would her rival think of her? Would she be forced to stop being a girl? Could she ever face Winter again? Or their friends?

Thinking like this was hurting her, but she couldn't help it. For her, she felt it was over.

Jackie had spent so long sobbing, she didn't hear Winter calling for her. She only noticed when Winter’s Glaceon burst through the brush, calling out behind her for her trainer's attention.

Fear ripped through Jackie's heart instantly. She couldn't face her. She felt like a liar. She struggled to her feet, running the other way again.

“Jackie- hey!!” Winter called out.

Jackie kept going. She barely got any oomph left, and she knew Winter would gain on her. But still…

“Im- … s-sorry… that i lied-!” Jackie wheezed, hating the way her voice had sounded since she couldn't control it like this, “I don't… deserve… to be your rival…”

“Ugh, what the fuck are you talking about?!” Winter yelled back, “You're not a liar!”

Jackie could feel herself slowing, her heartbeat in her ears, in her throat, choking her from the run slowly turning to jog. “I… I am…!”

Jackie turned back, attempting to see how much Winter closed the distance on her.

The smaller girl jumped and tackled her to the ground, letting force do the work. To lessen the impact, Jackie instinctively used her psychic power to slow her descent before her head hit the dirt too fast.

Now, Winter was sitting on Jackie's stomach, hands perched on her shoulders. Her purple eyes glared down at the poor, winded girl, comparatively barely breaking a sweat.

“Gotcha… now.” Winter began, softening her voice as best as she could manage, “Whaddaya mean you're lying? This isn't about what that dickhead said, is it?”

Jackie didn't respond, only tearing up again. Slowly, she nodded.

Winter sighed softly. “Jackie. You being Jackie isn't some lie. You being the same person as Jack isn't a lie either - it's like- like how Toto evolved into a Croconaw a little while back. You know? So don't worry about it. Dickhead was the dickhead, not you.”

Jackie whined softly, “b-but at the start… i told you…”

“Ugh, that? The thing about being ‘Jack's cousin’? I know what you said. Back then, I rolled with it, but I knew it was you. Trust me, I wouldn't share my clothes with a girl I don't know.” Winter explained. “I won't be mad if you go back, or if you want to keep being a girl. You're my best friend, and it'd be stupid of me to force you either way. So quit cryin’.”

At this, Winter pulled a sleeve over her finger, and gently wiped the tears away from Jackie's cheeks. Jackie felt a bit more calmed down, her mind starting to stop racing.

“Okay…” Jackie replied. “C…can you keep the secret, still? Just go with that story for anyone who knows us…”

“Yeah, sure.” Winter replied. She sat back, looking up at the sky. “You know. I've kind of had my own secret evolution…thing. If I'm keepin’ yours, would you keep mine a secret, too?”

“Secret? S-sure…"Jackie answered.

“Thanks.” Winter said. “Just… try not to be afraid. It freaks me out. Bet you'll pass out or something, hehe.”

At this, Winter began to reveal her secret. She closed her eyes, and drew in a deep breath. In a shimmer of silver light, a horn appeared at the part of her hair, protruding from her forehead. Her light blue hair grew dark at the tips, and her freckles were now a similar silvery-blue as the horn on her head. From her back, silver wing-like appendages formed, with 2 deep blue claws at the end of each.

Now, Winter leaned forward, holding Jackie's head in her now-clawed hands. She opened her eyes, and instead of their usual beautiful purple, they were now a bright, glowing red. Jackie felt frozen under her gaze. Her heart picked up once again.

“Well?” Winter asked. Her voice was unusually quiet, near a whisper. She leaned in a bit more, to make sure she's heard. “They've been growing since I was 14, or at least that's when I noticed it… the horn can't break, and my hands can't grip my wings much. I can't speak up like this, but I think that's because another voice is growing in, too. I'm… not that human anymore, I don't think. But I can hide it. Isn't it scary?”

Jackie stared at her, taking in the details. Winter stared back. Winter began to back off, but Jackie grabbed her by the jacket, pulling her closer again.

“What're you…?” Winter muttered in confusion.

Then she saw it - Jackie was all flustered. Was it from the running? It couldn't be…

Jackie wanted to scream. She wanted to yell at winter and tell her she wasn't scary at all. She loved Winter, and always appreciated her support. No matter what - they'd be there for each other! Always!

But also? Also, Jackie really wanted to kiss her. Well, Jackie always wants to kiss Winter. And especially now! She was extra gorgeous with wings and a horn!

Winter tilted her head in confusion. “Jackie…?”

[dabisbratz]

reread the chapters with higuruma and im going insane like this man is so daddy and I want him so bad

like imagine him making you sit on his face, and his nose is just rubbing right near your hole to add to the pleasure of his tongue being inside you. he has a long tongue that reaches inside of you perfectly and his hands hold your thighs down, rubbing circles into them.

and he always looks so tired and sexy fnenmsmf like when you're sucking on his big dick he just looks at you with his resting bitch face and is like "take it all in for daddy" as you feel the tears building up from taking in his length

he definitely goes rough with you, jackhammering into you almost immediately when he's inside to relieve the stress that's built up throughout the day. makes you call him daddy and say "thank you" for letting him use your hole. if you forget your manners he punishes you by squeezing your cock and not letting you cum until you start crying!!

loves when you wake him up in the morning by sucking his dick or cockwarming him, definitely fucks your face roughly in the morning before he has to go to work

also just a side note but a threesome with higuruma and choso would be so hot like you got the softer dom (choso) and the more dominant one (higuruma), who just make you so fucked out. no idea how it would happen bc Choso and higuruma have had no interactions but they're so fine idc i need them in me 🫡

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OHHMEUGEDOEHE the casual dominance that could go hand n hand with this… he’s literally fuckin your brains out but tellin you to fix your posture so you don’t hurt yourself… n guiding your hips, whenever you’re screaming n cryin he’s kissin your throat n rubbin circles into your skin cause he knows it’ll be hoarse later… EEEEKABSHHE if choso’s there?? he’s jus got another dom to help take care of his pretty boy!!

[tiredmamaissy]

OKAY OKAY…i shall spill..!!

first off, i’ve always been a pretty cleanly person, yk? never really liked the idea of boldly fluids coming anywhere near me, especially from a dude. however… since i read your fics about neteyam and lo’ak cumming inside during heats and ruts…i wanna be cummed in so bad; i wanna be filled to the absolute brim! if cum isn’t dripping outta my pussy when we’re done, we didn’t do it right.

second off, dicks always kind of scared me? i was scared of getting impaled but NOW? whew! show me a big dick and see how wet i get! my panties be dripping like a motherfucker when i get done with your fics; 10-12 inch long dicks? sign me up!

the last kink i developed was just an overall desire to fuck someone who really, really loves me: im stuck in an ongoing cycle of just wanting to fuck without feelings as i’m scared to get attached, but seeing how much neteyam loves y/n really makes me wanna fuck a guy who actually GENUINELY loves me for me rather than just for the mere fact of gaining a body.

that’s the jist of it, i hope my rant was enticing! i love your fics and i can’t wait for you to upload more! make sure you’re taking care of yourself, babes! love you 🫶

firstly, thank you for sharing!!

this was more than just enticing, it actually warms my heart to know that my fics have changed certain things [for the better] for you :') even if its being creampied and loving on some blue, lengthy shlongs.

a bitch really be cryin' in the club rn.

but ALSO. yes. i completely understand about your fear w/ attachment. i'd say i'm the same - i just don't wanna be hurt [we getting deep rn lol] but..

you [and i, and everyone in this world, minus ppl like ted bundy etc] deserve love, especially the love that Neteyam has for his mate [lool] jokes aside though, we all do deserve genuine, unconditional, undying love.

and thank you :) i'm over the moon happy that you love my works, and i'm even happier that they've lit something within you!

ILOVEYOU 💜