#// I understand the frustration from both sides

[bloodyhoon]

[8:40pm]

pairing: haobin!bff x female! reader.

genre: smut.

warnings: threesome, oral, slight hair pulling, finger suck, unprotected sex. english is not my first language so there may be grammal or spelling errors.

words: 2.3K i think

I wrote this while I was high lmao I apologize if there is a lack of sense or the writing is really bad

"he's a fucking idiot!" you threw your phone in annoyance on the couch and crossed your arms, frowning as you looked in front of you. the backs of your two friends were in front of you focused on something that was playing on the tv screen, while you were wasting time waiting for the guy you were seeing to give you some attention. you put your hands to your hair and, pulling lightly, you screamed in frustration. the two heads in front of you turned at the same time, one looking at you with concern and the other with curiosity.

"what's wrong with you?" hao turned his body and saw you on the couch, your brow furrowed in annoyance as you looked ahead. "why that face?"

"you don't care" you replied rudely. you knew that if you told hao that jiwoong had stood you up again, he would laugh at your face or tell you that you were stupid. it wasn't because he was mean to you, it was the way you treated each other, even though he treated you that way, he still always lent you his shoulder to cry on and reluctantly advised you and helped you calm down.

"is it because of jiwoong again?" this time hanbin was the one who turned to look at you, his gaze scanning your entire face and expression, noticing how frustrated you looked and how your eyes had lost their enthusiastic shine. he got up from the floor at the foot of the chair and went to sit next to you. "won't he come for you?" he looked at your clothes, you were dressed in a cute blouse and a skirt that revealed your pale legs. you were stunning and for the wrong man.

"he always finds a way to disappoint you, why do you keep agreeing to meet him?" hao imitated hanbin and sat on the side of the couch next to you, his hand went to your face as he moved some strands of your hair from your face. you refused to look at him, for some reason he always made you nervous with his deep gaze. hanbin on the other hand, had a tender and understanding gaze that you could hold without feeling nervous.

“you deserve better, y/n, i always tell you” hanbin said, you felt scolded so you just nodded watching him hold your hand in his. there were many times that jiwoong had stood you up and you called hao to listen to you and he did, he proceeded to scold you and then invite you out no matter what time it was so that you wouldn't feel sad and alone. on the other hand, there were also many times that you had ended up at hanbin's house late at night crying in his arms until you fell asleep because jiwoong only fucked you and then subtly asked you to leave because he supposedly had something to do the next day to let you sleep with him. your self-esteem was shattered, but you kept coming back to him.

"if he's just a fucking idiot, why do you always end up going back to him?" that question hao had asked you was specific so your heart beat fast.

"maybe it's because..." you doubted your answer for a few seconds while you felt your heart beating fast and your skin crawling. "you know, it makes me feel something-" you felt a little embarrassed to admit it out loud, but they were your best friends and there was nothing you were hiding between you. you noticed when hanbin stopped caressing your hand and you looked up to see how both were looking at each other, as if they were talking with their eyes.

"do you just want to feel something?" hao leaned a little closer to you, wanting to catch your gaze that avoided him so much. “look at me, y/n” his voice was soft as he held your face with his hand forcing you to do so “because if you just want to feel something like you say, you don't need jiwoong for that and believe me we will treat you better.”

“we can make you feel how you want if you let us” hanbin spoke, his hand resting on your thigh making you shiver slightly. you looked up and met his gaze, which was dark and different from the way he always looked at you. you understood perfectly what he was referring to, you knew it by the way he touched your thigh and how hao had approached you and was gently running his hand through your hair.

"do you guys-" the question hung in the air, you felt like your voice was no longer coming out as both boys pressed their strong bodies more against you, cornering you. the idea of ​​having your best friends all over you giving you that kind of attention seemed surreal to you.

"yes" hao said. "yes, we like you and we want to help you. we want to make you feel good. it's obvious, don't you think?" he rolled his eyes in some amusement at your expression.

yes it was obvious, hao used to act a little rough around you but he always ended up saying and doing for you whatever you wanted, as if you were in charge of his actions. hanbin was someone who was always kind to everyone around him, but with you it was different, he was much kinder and treated you like no one else. or yes and it was the same treatment he gave to hao. you always noticed that they both treated each other differently and that they spent a lot of time alone together. you never gave importance to those things because you thought it was a normal deal between friends, until this moment when they showed you another side of them.

"that's why we want to make you feel good, if you let us" hanbin raised your hand and brought it to his lips, kissing it warmly. "we've been thinking about this since you started suffering for jiwoong."

“we can make you feel better than that idiot” hao took your other hand. "you just have to say yes" your body for some reason relaxed softly under the attentive gaze of both of them and you nodded slowly, a little nervous.

“yes, yes I want to” you managed to keep your voice from sounding shaky and straightened your body in place. hao gave you a cocky smile and then slid his body off the couch, lowering himself back down to the floor but this time in front of you. you looked at him with wide eyes as he rested his hands on your knees, looking at you expectantly. with some embarrassment for being wearing a skirt, you opened your legs and he positioned himself on his knees between them, raising his body until he was at the height of your face.

"can I kiss you?" he asked you with his strong grip on your thighs, you nodded and it didn't take long for hao to undo the space that was left between you by gently joining your lips. you felt strange to be kissing your best friend but that feeling was replaced when you felt his tongue enter your mouth with a little aggression and his hands moving up your thighs under your skirt. hao took you by the waist and pulled your body towards the edge of the couch, leaving a significant space for hanbin to position himself behind your back while he caressed your sides, putting his hands under your shirt, making you moan into the older boy's mouth.

“if you feel uncomfortable, you just have to say it” you heard hanbin whisper in your ear as his hands dangerously went up under your shirt, reaching your back where the clasp of your bra was. you pulled away from hao and nodded, hanbin kissed your cheek and watched hao move down between your legs as his attention focused on pushing your skirt up higher. you felt dizzy as you watched hao slide your underwear down your thighs and felt hanbin take off your shirt and then unhook your bra.

"are you okay?" hao asked before doing anything else with you, his gaze was dark and lustful, but you knew he had all his attention on you and your answers.

"y-yeah, it's just that this is a lot for my mind, but I'm fine" the boy let out a laugh as his hands slowly spread your thighs.

"well, we're just getting started, baby" a gasp stuck in your throat when he buried his face between your legs, your head falling back against hanbin's chest who took advantage and cradled your bare breasts in his hands. hao left a kiss on your center and his tongue marked a line that made you moan, hanbin took your face and turned it to capture your lips with his, swallowing your moans. his kiss was gentle and warm compared to the force with which Hao had kissed you before. the older one put your legs on his shoulders while he ate your pussy as if he were starving and the younger one silenced your moans between kisses while his fingers played with your hard nipples.

“you're so beautiful and so hot, you're too much for that lucky bastard who misses out” hanbin said as he pulled away from you. "but better for us, don't you think?" you nodded, closing your eyes against the pleasure that it caused you to feel hao between your legs, hanbin's hands on your breasts and his words being murmured so close to you. "look how much you like how hao hyung eats your pussy, are you enjoying it?"

"yes, god, I like it a lot" you felt the knot in your stomach when hao accelerated the movements of his tongue fucking you. your thighs tightened around the older boy and you felt the orgasm come suddenly cumming on his face, hao took every drop of you between moans.

“very good, sweetheart” hanbin placed a kiss on your lips and wrapped his arm around your stomach, pressing your body against his making you feel his erection digging into your lower back. hao got up from his place and approached hanbin, grabbed him by the back of the neck and slammed their mouths together, both moaning at the sudden crash and the taste of your orgasm between his tongues touching. you felt like you would cum again just from the image. you never thought you'd find it so hot to see your friends making out like that, especially after one of them ate your pussy. when they separated, they both looked at you with dark, expectant eyes, you felt intimidated and your cheeks blushed. "can I fuck you?" those words sounded strange coming from hanbin's lips and sweet tone, but it made you tremble in your place.

"yes bin, please do it" you asked with some desperation, leaning your body towards his. he took your body by the waist and laid you down on the couch while he positioned himself between your legs, hao was still on the floor kneeling next to you watching the whole image and waiting to do something with you again. while hanbin took off the bottom of his clothes, you turned your face and saw hao next to you, you pulled him towards you and with your hands you unbuttoned his pants and pulled them down a little along with his underwear, taking him completely off guard.

“well look at you, normally you can't even look me in the eyes for more than 2 seconds and now- ah” a moan left his lips as your hand grabbed his hard cock. “y/n-” your name fell from his lips with pleasure as you pumped his cock slowly, forcing him to shut up and not say anything that would embarrass you.

"are you ready?" hanbin had lined up his cock at your entrance and it was enough for you to nod for him to slide into you easily because of how wet you were, causing both of you to moan. "baby, you feel so good" his hands went up to your bare breasts and he squeezed them lightly. his hips thrust against yours at a slow pace that matched your hand on hao's cock. you could hear wet noises and low moans while the t.v barely played in the background.

"you like it, don't you? you feel good, you love how well we treat you" hao spoke between moans as he inevitably pushed his hip against your tight hand, his fingers tangled in your hair firmly and you gasped in surprise. hanbin grabbed you by the waist and lunged a little hard into you, his brow furrowed and his hands squeezing you tightly. his image was so calm and gentlemanly, that it was hard for you to believe that he began to pound into you, fucking you hard and making you moan his name almost in pain.

"fuck, y/n, you don't know how long I've been waiting for this" hanbin spoke through his teeth clenched and his fingers dug deeper into your waist. your hand quickened its pace on hao's cock making him moan loudly, and the older boy let go of your hair and brought that hand to your face, where he touched your lips a few times, forcing you to open them and slide his fingers on your tongue. you sucked on his fingers, moaning, and when they were soaked with saliva, he removed them from your mouth and brought that hand to your center to rub your clit vigorously.

“cum, baby” he instructed as he touched you and hanbin continued to crash his hips against yours at a hard and fast pace. you moaned loudly as you reached your orgasm and hanbin pulled out of you, pumping his cock until he came on your thighs. with your last bit of strength you squeezed hao's cock and he came all over your chest, throwing his head back as he let out the most pleasurable moan ever heard before. "god, thank you" hao completely relaxed his body and watched as you closed your eyes tiredly, he looked at hanbin and he also had his eyes closed while he breathed deeply coming down from his orgasm calmly. "don't get tired, you two, we still have left" hao leaned over you and you opened your heavy eyes, meeting his dark gaze, he caressed your cheek and placed a kiss on your lips. "it's not fair that only hanbin fucked you that good" hao murmured against your lips, making you tense but at the same time feel the desire grow inside you.

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[masivechaos]

snakes, ladders & pouts!

── ☆ james potter x fem! reader

── ☆ Request: yes / no

── ☆ Synopsis: you're a sore loser but it's hard to stay mad when James is your boyfriend.

── ☆ Warning/content: my English

── ☆ a.n.: 0.7k words

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You looked up at James, chin resting on your knee and eyebrows furrowing. What an idea to play ‘Snakes and Ladders’ because you were bored and it was the only game at your disposal in the dorm. “Sweetheart,” he smiled, too sweet and way too infuriating for the angry state you were in “It’s just a game”

James hated to see you like this. He wished he could just take the anger away from you. Because unless what he heard from some people, you weren’t overreacting. You described to him how you felt about losing before. It was a feeling that he couldn’t understand because one, he rarely lost at any games and two, when it happened he didn’t feel angry at all and was even laughing.

But you? Losing a game drove you mad. It wasn’t the ‘flipping off the board and refusing to admit you had lost’ type of mad, it was the ‘not talking and boiling inside out of frustration and disappointment’ type of mad. It was something you couldn’t control at all.

“I know,” you mumbled groggily. You rolled the dice, three. You took a deep breath and moved your piece, snake straight up to square one. You glanced up at James, it was obvious he was trying not to laugh. “Your turn,” you said, forcing yourself not to stop playing.

You carefully watched the dice fall from his hand. five. He moved his piece, ladder. You saw his mouth twitch into a small smile as he reached the top of the ladder, he was on the last line. His eyes found yours and his expression turned into a more sorry one “You can still win, sweetheart.”

“Shut up,” you mumbled bitterly before rolling your dice, staring at the board. You looked at the number and guilt started to creep into your mind. You glanced up at James “Sorry,” you whispered “Didn’t mean to snap.”

James let out a small chuckle “It’s alright.” He grabbed the dice. Four. He won. 

You forced your lips to tug into a smile “Good job,” you said unenthusiastically.

James laughed and moved to sit on your side of the bed “C’mon sweetheart… don’t pout,” he said as he nudged your shoulder playfully.

“I’m not pouting,” you said, definitely pouting.

James snaked an arm around your waist “You are, sweetheart,” he chuckled. He pressed his lips to your temple, his hand smoothing your back. “It’s a silly game, nothing more.”

“It’s a stupid game,” you answered, earning a laugh from your boyfriend.

“It’s a stupid game,” he agreed. His arms tightened around you when you stayed silent, he wanted to talk but knew you needed silence to calm down. He couldn’t help but feel a sort of worry, you were so sensitive he was scared of this hurting you.

“Hey…” he whispered after a while, “Sweetheart.” He grabbed your chin and tilted your head to be certain you looked at him “Wanna do something else?”

“Mmh,” you grumbled uncooperatively. You wanted to cheer up to make him happy but the frustration in the pit of your stomach was way too strong.

James’ laugh reached your ears “Oh come on now, there’s no ‘mmh’ with me.” He stood up before wrapping his arms around you again to pick you up “Let’s grab something to eat,” he said as he opened the dorm’s room.

“I can walk,” you sighed but he cut you off

“I don’t care, I’m carrying you.” He grinned, both of you making your way to the kitchens “My lovely pouty girl,” he teased. The frustration in your gut eased down. You didn’t want to be mad at him but you wanted to keep sulking. And you were miserably failing as his words made you smile “Ah,” his grin widened “there’s the smile I love so much.” He kissed the crown of your head “But I love your pout too. I love everything about you.”

You couldn’t even pretend to be mad anymore. “I love you,” you whispered.

James laughed and settled you on a kitchen table “So do I, sweetheart.”

“Even if I’m a sore loser?” 

“Even if you are a sore loser,” he reassured you, his lips never leaving your forehead “You need to do so much worse to make me love you less, sweetheart.”

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[or0ch1maru]

Who in the akatsuki would have a daddy/mommy kink?

Who would be turned off by it?

Who wouldn't mind it but likes it because you enjoy it?

who would absolutely go feral the minute you address them by that?

Hiiiii bby ^.^ this definitely got me thinkin’ let’s get into it🫶🏻

-for starters, I don’t think any of them would be turned off by it, some would just be curious about it, not really understanding the concept behind it

18+, minors, and ageless blogs DNI. Mommy/daddy kinks, short blurbs about rough sex or sexual situations. Konan is wlw so mentions of straps/tribbing. Uses they/them for orochimaru

-Hidan would have you bent over the nearest surface the second the word fell past your lips. Even if that means having your face mushed into the grass mid mission. He’d also be very vocal about it. “Who’s daddy’s slut hm? Or “be daddy’s good girl and ride my cock.”

-Kakuzu would be just like Hidan but less vocal about it. He’d give you a knowing glance at first, taking in the way your soft lips parted as you said the word before pushing your knees to your chest. Thrusting into you at a cruel pace. You may get a “didn’t know daddy’s girl was so dirty”

-Konan I personally believe wouldn’t mind being called either(I don’t see her using the names on anyone though) it just depends on her mood. If she’s feeling softer and just wants your legs to be intertwined as your cunts grind against each other she’d love nothing more than to hear mommy fall from your lips in a chant. “Aww, you’re being so good for mommy.” Now, if she’s stressed and needs to fuck her frustrations out, she’d have your face pressed against the mattress in prone bone “speak up angel, daddy can’t hear you”

-Obito’s possession kink and obsession over you would just double, no, triple if you called him daddy. He’d make sure to fuck a baby into you that same night, even if that means round after round. Your cunt taking all that he’s giving you. Uchiha’s love the hardest, and I sense they show that best through physical touch and sex. So don’t be surprised by your third orgasm of the night your lovers mouth whispering “you’re taking daddy’s cock so well, so stretched ‘n full. You’re makin’ daddy feel so good baby” into your ear.

-just like Obito, Itachi would go a little crazy. He wouldn’t be rough about it, no. Our sweet boy would have you spread out before him, your hands pulling and tugging on his hair as he licks and laps at your cunt. Sucking on your clit as two of his fingers pump in and out of you, curling right where you need him too. “Louder baby, let daddy know how good he’s making you feel. Good girl.”

-Kisame would be similar to Hidan and Itachi. Yes he has moments where he’s rough, forcing both cocks into your tight hole, your nails digging into any skin or muscle you can grab onto. He’d start off rough, leaving bite marks and hickeys all over your neck and collar bones but when that specific word reaches his ears. He slows. “Hm? Daddy huh?” He reply’s cooly, hitting you with that smug smirk you love so much. “Let’s see how much daddy’s girl can take.”

-and lastly Juzo. I can see him being cruel with it, of course he has his soft side but when Juzo has sex, he fucks and fucks hard. You’d think he hates you when he rearranges your guts. “Daddy’s got such a whore, never knew she was so fuckin’ filthy.” He taunts, leaning forward, planting a rough bite into your neck as he takes you from behind. “That’s it, just like that girl. Daddy fuckin’ loves you.”

-deidara and Sasori would be on the curious side. I feel that our explosive blonde would definitely try it out and it comes naturally to him. If it wasn’t for you, he never would have discovered this kink. “Daddy’s got such a pretty little slut hmph. Gorgeous girl.” As for Sasori, he still can’t fully grasp it. I believe he’d only use it when he’s had a bad day and needs to get his anger out, using his favorite toy. You. Like Juzo, I feel like he’d be cruel about it and only uses it when he feels like it. “Daddy’s trained you better than this, take it. To the hilt, atta girl.” He groans as he forces himself down your throat.

-orochimaru is highly experienced, just like the zombie combo. They have tried out many kinks, toys, the whole works. They’ve heard of the daddy kink but never saw themself being the one to participate. Orochimaru doesn’t discriminate. So the day you ask to try it out, they don’t say no. In fact, Maru, encourages you. Goes a bit rougher than usual. Their three fingers in, stretching your hole to be able to take them. Making room for their tongue. “So stretched, can’t wait to feel my tongue stretch you lovie. Need you to cum on daddy’s tongue. Know you can do it.”

-Zetsu is a mix. White Zetsu would think it’s unusual, “humans and their weird names” is probably the first thing he’d think of but it wouldn’t be until black Zetsu uses it during sex that white Zetsu truly enjoys it. At least realizing he enjoys it. Seeing his princess’ fucked out expression as both cocks fill your little holes. Eyes glossed over and pink flushed cheeks that white Zetsu says “fuck princess, gonna’ make a mess outta daddy. Look at you.”

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Zabuza has you in doggy, this session already being rough, messy, and sloppy. Shoving your legs farther apart, deepening your arch. Only to lose his resolve when that one words slips outta you. His pace quickens, pulling you up onto all fours, one hand wrapping around your throat while the other slides two fingers into your mouth. Drool covering his entire hand with how sloppy you both are. “Fuckin’ brat, you just love pissin’ daddy off don’t you? Gotta fuck the attitude outta you.”

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[rocksibblingsau]

I’m making a headcannon that cloud guy would go after classical trolls and country trolls the most. Because A: classical is very refined, no funny business type of trolls who freak out over small things like poor manners, and B country trolls are very hardworking trolls who don’t play around till a jobs done.

(To me) Cloud Guy is all about messing with people (who to him) “can’t take a joke” and goes after those who are more serious and less playful. Makings country and classical, perfect targets.

I feel like he would leave techno Branch alone since he’s more happier and because techno trolls are like pop trolls (who I’m pretty sure cloud Guy leaves alone except for branch) but this is mostly just some headcannon stuff, since cloud Guy sucks and doesn’t care who he messes with.

Cloud Guy does for the most part seem to target people who don't care for pranks or have an attitude of someone he thinks 'can't take a joke'. 3 of his victims (Branch, Laguna, Dante) are serious types as well as introverts and one step further they all three honestly seem to be autistic coded to me.

This is in part one of my biggest gripes with TTBGO/Trollstopia Cloud Guy. A lot of his bullying sort of perfectly aligns with the kind of bullying that neurodivergent people face, particularly in schools. I've talked about my own experiences but it's very frustrating when someone's saying something to you and people are laughing and you don't even fully get why it's so funny, you just know they're picking on you.

Cloud Guy especially seems to pick on them in ways where they can't even fully understand or verbalize the issue. Like the one hug event. Branch isolated himself for 20 years and the Snack Pack is constantly jumping to the assumption that Branch has 0 idea what any holidays are but Poppy explains the 'clouds don't count' as if it's obvious. This bit is also another thing that clues me in to Branch being autistic: Literal and Black and White thinking. He takes things at face value and often times extracts the wrong message from a sentence. The word 'Troll' is used interchangeably with 'Person', so 'One troll' could be reasonably interpreted to him as 'One person' unless followed by 'other species not included'. She didn't specify that Clouds, Bergens, etc etc were exceptions so Branch would not have assumed that.

While Techno Branch is way more fun loving, he shares a lot of traits with Laguna, another victim of Cloud Guys. I could see Cloud Guy messing with the both of them.

Side note: Do you think Synth could launch him into the sky? He has water powers, clouds are water...

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[utdrmv-confession-box]

Transcript: Not gonna lie a lot of the anons on the blog (and in the fandom as a whole) who are doing a sans au hate circlejerk are most likely the reason the UT-AU community tries to stick to themselves for the most part. Canon UT fans are notoriously mean in this community and as someone whose favorite character is Muffet- it is very frustrating seeing people forget this community has hundreds of thousands of active fans and most of the people in the community at the bare minimum think sans is cool. Heck, plenty of people think Sans is cool enough to make content based on him which is where most of the AUs started at before becoming full concepts. Random people on the internet are not obligated to make the AUs you want to see, it's a lot of "You're enjoying this the wrong way" and the only thing I can say about that is maybe they need to go outside and see the sun.

#undertale #undertale au #utdrmv confession #confession #// I understand the frustration from both sides #on one hand yes. It is frustrating that the majority of the fandom seems to only enjoy one character #but on the other hand let people have fun! #fandoms will inevitably have favorites to the dismay of many. #All you can do is scream into the void about how much you love a different character and hope the void screams support in return. #I do also think specifically just one anon that mentioned that they were the one sending most of the sans hate so. Maybe less of #“many anons unleashing hidden hate into the confession box” and more just so “one frequent flyer anon with a lot of pent up rage” #but I digress. #moral: Be the change you want to see in the world but don’t do it out of hate

[rawliverandgoronspice]

for no fucking reason: real life dictatorships in the 20th and 21th centuries are almost always allowed to thrive because of some empire's interests. If not, they get heavily demonized then dismantled by said empire over a relatively short period of time (unless exceptional circumstances, tho it's almost always applicable). the examples are countless; please read declassified reports and interviews from the CIA/KGB/other intelligence agencies across the world to lose your mind about it, especially those involving what happened during the Cold War and what happened in the Middle East (and still does).

characters like ganondorf are the epitomy of the fantasy that colonized/"exotic" countries naturally spawn evil incarnate and must be controlled/stumped/imprisoned/destroyed by the "responsible ones" while the perfect good place is perfect and utterly blameless about what went down and how the local population suffered (which, in real life, the empires of the world are most definitively not that --the amount of dictators that were ushered into power by western interests is staggering and we fucking love to see it don't we). And also, a blameless victim to whichever retribution eventually comes back their way.

It is a rethoric that denies interconnectivity and historical responsibility.

this is what I criticize about the narrative choices of a fictional conflict that *does not exist in real life* and has been entirely made up by human beings: the cowardice of blamelessness, and what little this kind of narrative brings to the table --especially today when we should be looking at the root cause of broken systems of violence instead of endlessly scapegoating minorities.

and well, especially given how effective this narrative apparently seems to be.

#thoughts #totk critical #zelda fandom critical #deactivated the reblog for this one gang #because I already spoke about that a billion times and I don't want to go back on that particular caroussel #but it is very! very frustrating that people's political ignorance makes them so brazenly hostile #even though we probably are on the same side and we could support each other in other circumstances #but I guess it's more ??? interesting to project a weird ass persona onto people you refuse to understand or show empathy for #like my grandparents lived under nazi occupation and my father grew up under a military dictatorship #a family cousin was literally thrown into the ocean from a helicopter #I am far from unfamiliar with the violence of a fascist Strongman and the marks they leave behind #had to deal with that generational trauma from both sides of the family! nice + fun #and I guess I still have the opinions I have??? incredible #almost like I didn't hold onto the first gut reaction I ever had or something #almost like the world is complicated and I expect fiction (yes even fiction for 12 yo and up) to acknowledge that fact #((sorry if I'm uhh a little bitter and not super gracious)) #((but I was already having a bad week)) #((and I suppose being called disgusting and lowkey fascist-apologist over liking a goddamn nintendo character will do that do you))

[queenlucythevaliant]

So much of Christian faith is about sitting with tensions. Here's one:

God wants our minds and He created our ability to reason in His own image. He created through discoverable means. He inspires us towards science, philosophy, archeology, math. He wants our questions. He wants us to search Him out and to keep finding Him in creation, in logic, in study. If our faith is just based on dogma, it will be a rigid, fragile thing. We ought to be convinced of what we believe.

And yet you can't logic your way to God. You aren't going to be able to prove His existence scientifically, philosophically, archeologically, or mathematically. If you try, you'll either talk yourself out of faith or give yourself false certainty. If you try too fervently, there's a not-insignificant chance you'll basically end up overconfidently asserting an obviously bunk conspiracy theory, which is its own kind of dogma. In the end, faith is just faith. In the absence of proof, who do you say that Jesus is?

For me, at this stage of life, it all comes back to epistemology. God is the final Truth and the giver of all lesser truth. Study and reason can lead me closer to him, but at the end of the day I'm left with a binary choice. Is God who He says He is? Do I believe Him? Yes or no? And that choice is all just bold, unsubstantiated faith, baby.

#there's this fear in the back of my heart that if God is the arbiter of Truth he may just not be revealing key info ya know? #it comes back to a false certainty that I got from a former pastor #about what understanding the Bible does and doesn't promise us in eternity #i am having to learn to be okay with limited knowledge #not just in the moment (i can always learn more) but in eternity (there's a limit to what i can know) #and then i see a lot of people overcompensating in other ways #like. I've seen people say with conviction 'no you can totally prove that God exists scientifically ' #no you can't #otherwise we wouldn't need faith #there's certainly beautiful compelling evidence for God's existence and His character in science but dude I'm sorry #you're never gonna be able to prove it #and it frusterates me when some folks are like 'you totally can though' #God is immanant and transcendent #He's entirely obvious and yet entirely hidden #and yeah it frustrates and frightens me #and i end up playing both sides of this argument in different communities #which is an added frustration #Christianity is about learning the tension ya know? #pontifications and creations #all truth is god's truth #only thou art holy

[pandoratheprocrasticreator]

huntlow shippers who cherry-pick every single frame where these two stand next to each other and TJLC it into a secret metanarrative that they’ve actually been madly in love since the moment they met, but disney forced the crew to cut the token m/f couple during The Shortening bc somehow there was no way for these two to have any meaningful conversation in the many many times they were onscreen together

vs.

huntlow dislikers who cherry-pick those same screenshots and say that because other characters blush in non-romantic contexts sometimes, it definitely means every single interaction between these two were 100% platonic on both sides and all huntlow shippers are under a collective delusion, and that dana terrace is being held at gunpoint by disney/other members of the crew to add in a romantic subplot she hates against her will. despite it also not being romantic somehow

FIGHT

#ive talked to both kinds of ppl and i dont think either side understands my stance #i am taking the bat i beat the dead horse with and i am swinging it at the hornets nest #toh #the owl house #to be clear my stance is that i dont think a romantic subplot would add anything significant to either of their arcs #that isnt already fulfilled by their relationships to their other friends and family #in fact i think its very disjointed from hunters arc which is centered around found family #in a full season 3 i would have wanted them to explore how willows history of being bullied tanked her self esteem #causing her to have a hard time believing someone actually likes her #and feeling like she needs to put aside her own issues to focus on hunter bc hes 'more' traumatized #and feeling bad if she ever gets frustrated at him because she subconsciously feels unworthy to have a boyfriend in the first place #so being angry at him would make her feel like shes 'ungrateful' to hunter for liking her #meanwhile hunter would be overly attached to willow like he is to all his other friends but also in a blind trust in authority way #and if they do have problems in the relationship he would blame himself and try to 'make up for it' in acts of service willow doesnt need #if they are to date at all then having that kind of problem pop up and them addressing it is the only way i can think of #where being in a romantic relationship adds something to both their characters #but with the shortening the show isnt going to have time to explore any of that so i think they should have just cut that subplot #unless theyre setting hunter up to be rejected which. well see how that plays out #and also the fandom certainly doesnt want to explore the huntlow dynamic beyond 'angsty white boy and his emotional support girlfriend' #maybe 'two menaces and their friend gus' once in a blue moon #oh and 'child abuse victim wants his girlfriend to beat him up' that ones a classic #what im saying is that the saturation of huntlow fanworks where They Would Not Fucking Say That really didnt endear me to the ship #and also srsly they should have cut out that subplot in the show i know its not the crews fault they got cancelled #but they still have a responsibility to tell a coherent story and that means cutting out unecessary romantic subplots if they dont have time #and the crux of my position is: even if all the TJLC-ing came true and huntlow was entirely developed through totally real longing glances #i should not have to go into the show armed with 80k words of huntlow meta to understand why they want to date each other #willow especially has shown no overt interest and its clear most of the ppl who say she does dont understand or care about her character #yes shes buff yes shes confident can you list her character nuances or is she just your self insert to ship hunter with #someone is going to misunderstand this and assume i just 'dont understand why they ship it' and explain it to me again lmao #lowhunt

[paopuofhearts]

it's almost like the only option is dividing things further black and white then just going hardcore to an extreme.

like.

i spent all day yesterday cutting off friends and blogs of people i love in my native community because of the excessive call for violence as the answer to decolonization, maintaining nuance but only for one side and saying fuck all to everything and everyone else.

but then today.

the number of jewish friends and blogs i've had to unfollow because people are doubling down on "hamas bombed a fucking hospital" when there's clear evidence that isn't true and it's propaganda to perpetuate cycles of violence?

fucking horrifying.

#like as someone from a native background and someone working to convert it's just #heartbreaking and frustrating to feel absolutely abandoned by both sides #simply because pointing out israel is built on a settler-colonial stance even if jewish people aren't settlers and colonizers #because they are indigenous to the area #gets me beat to the ground in native circles because it means i support netanyahu and gver and genocide #and i get the same fucking condescending look of 'you shouldnt talk' from liberal jewish groups that are all for saying zionism is a diseas #and yes they agree as jewish people that they are white and israel is white supremacist like #like i'm sorry the fucking whiplash of what the absolute fuck #but then pointing out that palestinians are being mass murdered and their response is clearly understandable #and israel is purposely using this shit to perpetuate genocide #all of a sudden i'm a fucking hypocrite to both sides #and my poor fucking husband is standing here like 'yes thats what you get for being clearly aware and wanting nonviolence' #how dare i not stand solely with israel #how dare i not demand only free palestine #people are just so fucking toxic and caught up in their own opinions being the only opinions and nuance being a fucking crime for condemnin #as if talking about this shit does anything! people are dying on both sides - one clearly more than the other - and what #you truly think attacking people that aren't specifically nodding along in blind support is really the thing that'll change the world #also saw a thing today that was like “being an ally means i will fight for you” like fuck that #but that's a different thing anyway #anyway i hate both my communities and feel absolutely isolated from them and wow #community just really isn't a thing unless you're ride or die without speaking up about anything huh

[skull-m0ss]

google search for "how to tell therapist that "inner child" is another person in brain"

#i get shes trying to be like a slow process with this but also it's also like can we just have an honest conversation please #she had us take the mid. we took it. it says we have osdd. she's like yknow what that kinda makes sense. we start journaling and trying #communicating. and shes like that makes sense. and then she turns around and says stuff like this still- #she goes from like 'i think you should sign your names when journaling' one session to 'i think you only feel this way bc trauma #makes you feel seperated and thats just your inner child interpretation ' and im like babe. which is is #*it #idk this is really rambley but its like she'll say something that's affirming one day and then something dismissive the next #like she'll refer to us as having 'different parts' but then like wont ever refer to those parts as being alters???????????/ #i dont think singlets inner child's have different names and attributes and likes and dislikes and also are the same age as them????????/ #its like. shes not dismissing us but shes also kinda confirming it but on both sides she never directly refers to it as osdd- #idk. its just odd. it could be that she doesnt want to say osdd bc she doesnt feel qualified but she also put autism and adhd down for us #and she certainly doesnt have the qualifications for those so like. i dont get it #i guess we should be lucky she isnt ignoring it completely #its just so weird she like goes back and forth about it. #Idk. some headmates are just super frustrated abt our situation rn and it feels like im watching a kettle heat up #just waiting for the water to overflow #like i also want to be out but like. if shes a mental health professional who understands what osdd is and sees us present with it #and even she wont acknowledge it properly i dont think anyone else we know will #idk. #vent #osdd #osdd system #osdd1b #undiagnosed system #therapy mention #-Dawn #🍂 #skulls speaks

[jvzebel-x]

🦋

#as a rule it generally has always frustrated me that it very often feels like people are WILLFULLY misunderstanding&misrepresenting me #&occassionally it leads to fun past-times such as actively matching the level of intelligence generally expected from me-- none. #or matching whatever bland&one dimensional personality type i have been very obviously&typically tactlessly assumed to have. #but especially in regards to how nice i am as a default ive always had issues with negative backlash from it lmao. #like its a toss-up as to whether or not the assumption is that i'm too stupid w/ too little life experience #to understand that ppl are inherently evil&thus should be treated poorly&w/ as much suspicion as possible as a default-- lol #-- or that i'm being manipulative+fake &the kindness is surely just a front for nefarious intentions. #&like for the vast majority of my life ive primarily dealt w/ the former which is vaguely annoying but also a lot of fun to play around w/ #until i've become too bored w/ the one-sided game to keep on playing it w/ ppl who have the overall depth of a shower floor #&the tact of a rabid wild boar only made worse by the continued assumption that im too stupid to understand that im being insulted. #but over the past few years the tides have shifted to the latter&like. #it took years of adjustment but i've finally perfected the art of actively disappearing in situations where its made clear #that my words&behaviors are being dissected for hidden meanings or malicious intent lmao. #truly the '... nah' philosophy has saved what little is left of my fucking sanity lmao. #it's officially the holiday season&i am already prepared to '... nah' my way straight the fuck into extremely comfortable isolation lol. #bc while i am more or less proud of having leashed my more vicious impulses it's still my first&strongest instinct #to take how bad someone thinks i am&to see how much lower i can go lmao. #when the assumption is that the worse that could happen is shattered kneecaps you take both the feet instead. #this is simply how i was raised lmao. #but in the interest of removing myself from that rather unhealthy cycle i am doing my best to just not engage when it happens. #... but fuck me if it doesnt feel like i'm being purposefully baited most times lmao.

[sttoru]

.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. toji can’t get his deserved rest due to his baby boy keeping him awake.

wc. 707

tags. dad!toji x female reader. nothing else to add; just pure fluff.

“he’s kickin’ me again,” toji complains with a deep sigh. tiny feet keep patting his back, not allowing the man to sleep at all. the culprit is none other than megumi—his beloved, yet bratty, son.

the little boy lays between you and your husband. you figured that this was best since megumi kept wailing each time you put him back in his crib.

you chuckle at toji’s groans of annoyance. your son is still full of energy, even if it’s already super late at night. your hand brushes against megumi’s chubby cheek and you can’t help but squeeze it lightly.

that action gains you a high-pitched squeak. you sigh and keep your child occupied with the movement of your finger against his face, “it’s his way of asking for attention, honey.”

toji grumbles something under his breath and scoots away from the both of you. megumi’s head turns towards his dad, his attention caught by the rustling of the sheets. you raise an eyebrow in response to toji putting distance between you both.

“papa’s mean,” you huff, talking to your baby. you can’t see toji’s face since his broad back is obstructing the view, though you can easily guess that he’s frowning.

maybe even secretly sulking about the lack of sleep. you do understand, however. he’s worked hard all day to provide for both megumi and you.

“papa,” megumi speaks up with an adorable pout on his lips. he crawls over to toji before you can stop him. the little boy taps at toji’s back again, tugging at the fabric of his shirt.

megumi’s need for attention and affection from his father is heartwarming to see. you reach out towards your son in hopes of picking him back up. toji needs his rest after all.

a deep sigh escapes toji’s lips. not one of frustration this time, but rather one of defeat. he opens his eyes and turns around to face megumi. the man’s stoic face softens the moment he sees those cute doe eyes staring up at him.

“c’mere,” toji grumbles and lifts his child’s tiny body up without any effort. megumi giggles instantly and reaches his hands out to hold his dad’s face. your husband playfully bites your son’s tiny fingers instead, “not gonna allow y’r dad to sleep, huh? tsk tsk.”

you watch the scene unfold with a tender smile. toji lowers his head and starts blowing raspberries against megumi’s tummy. the baby squeals and giggles uncontrollably, writhing around in toji’s embrace.

“this is what ya get for being a brat,” toji mumbles and switches to leaving kisses along the little boy’s belly. that makes megumi laugh as well due to the ticklishness.

toji grins. his earlier drowsiness and annoyance have vanished into thin air. he can’t possibly stay mad at his son. not after seeing megumi happy. and especially not after seeing your content smile too.

“mama! mama!” megumi laughs between cries of help. his tiny hand reaches out to you whilst toji continues the little attack on his tummy. you chuckle and decide to intervene.

you scoot over to the other side and shield megumi’s tiny body from your husband’s tickles. you frown and playfully scold him, “stay away from my baby, you big bad guy.”

toji raises an eyebrow in amusement. he bites back a laugh before cocking his head to the side, that familiar smug expression appearing on his face.

“oh yeah? ‘m the bad guy now, eh?” the dark-haired man rolls his eyes. he towers over both you and your son - who’s giggling and still holding tightly onto you, “all right. i’ll show you just how bad i can be then.”

your eyes widen the moment you feel toji’s fingers land underneath your shirt, touching your bare skin. not a second passes by and he’s already tickling you. his other hand reaches for megumi’s tummy again—now making the both of you squirm and giggle loudly.

the happy sounds echo throughout the room. perhaps even loud enough for your neighbours to hear at four in the morning. but, you don’t care about any possible noise complaints. not during this cozy family moment.

plus toji’s fond smile as he continues torturing you and your son is definitely worth all of it.

#sttoru writes. #jjk x reader #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk fluff #toji fluff #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #toji x you #toji x y/n

[omgeto]

☆ THRILL (h)ER! — SATOSUGU X READER

summary: when watching a scary movie with your two best friends, you cant help but hold onto them tight every time you get jumpscared. but as the night goes on and your fingers roam... wait, what movie were you watching again?

wc: 3.3k (its alll smut guys so give me a medal)

cw: double penetration, praising, slight degradation, gojo and geto bickering, fingering, dirty talk (?) and some fun loving you're their pretty little princess. afab!reader, MDNI

an: guys look I finally posted a fic for kinktober, yay me, I hope you like it since Id say the smut on this one hits different sooo give it a chance. also only big brains will understand the fic title.

KINKTOBER M.LIST.

your best friends, gojo and geto always have a way of making you feel right at home, especially when you find yourself in your favourite spot on the couch – sandwiched between them. geto's embrace is a gentle yet possessive one, his arms wrapped around you in a tender hold that radiates warmth, his fingers lazily tracing patterns on your lower back.

to your side, gojo's long limbs seamlessly entwine with yours. your legs stretch over to meet him, creating an intimate tangle of limbs. his fingers trail leisurely up and down your thighs, their teasing caresses sending delightful shivers through your body. it's a familiar and electric sensation that's become an unspoken language among the three of you—one that hasn’t fully been enacted upon… yet.

"i don't know why you insist we watch this movie every year," geto complains, his gaze locked onto his b est friend, a playful frustration in his tone. "you're so predictable."

"oh, don't be a bore," gojo retorts, matching geto's glare before shifting his attention down to you. his voice is laced with mischief as he speaks to you. "you find it fun, don't you?" 

“what? do i like crappy slashers from the 80s with big titted damsels running from a shitly costumed killer?” you deadpan, your sarcasm evident. you could feel the vibration from geto as he lowly chuckles. gojo’s face forms a pout that prompts you to quickly add, “but i love them.”

gojo’s pout transforms into a triumphant grin as your admission earns you a playful nudge from him. “that’s my girl,” he exclaims, giving your thigh an excited rub as he turns on the movie.

geto, still chuckling softly, leans in closer. “well, i suppose if toru enjoys it, we can endure it one more time.” his words carry a hint of tenderness, his arm around you tightening ever so slightly, puling you closer into his embrace.                                                                            

you watch the movie in a comfortable silence, the only noise coming from the tv and gojo's oddly placed screams that you've come to expect every year. his over-the-top reactions to jump scares and gruesome scenes never fail to amuse you, and it's a source of endless entertainment for both you and geto.

geto, on the other hand, watches the movie with a more stoic expression, occasionally shaking his head at the implausible plot twists and unrealistic gore. His hand continues to rest on your thigh, his fingers now tracing soothing patterns as if to counterbalance the tension on the screen.

as the movie progresses, you notice how both gojo and geto steal glances at you when they think you're not looking, as their innocent touches progress into heavy petting. but there's a moment where you all pause, their movements stop, and you all look at each other as the loud sounds of exaggerated moans blare from the screen.

“i always forget this scene is in there,” gojo lies, with a snicker, an appreciative smile forming on his face as he watches the scene.gojo's arm remains draped around your shoulders, his fingers lightly tracing patterns on your arm, while geto's touch has grown increasingly intimate, his hand resting on your hip, his thumb making slow, deliberate circles.

“oh don’t bullshit satoru,” geto accuses, taking his hand off of you for a second to send a jab into gojo’s side, “i know you’re getting off on watching this ditzy blonde getting laid.”

“not true,” gojo retorts childishly, “i think there’s better sights to get off on, isn’t that right?” he finishes casting his eyes, not so subtly, over to you.

“well i can’t lie and say the sights aren’t… appealing,” geto grins his hands coming back on you, toying with the hem of your shirt.

“you two are such guys,” you laugh, trying to remain nonchalant even though on the inside the pace of your heart was quickening, and every touch of their fingers sends jolts straight to your core. “you’re focusing on the wrong things here.”

“and what should we be focusing on here?” geto murmurs at you, you couldn’t see his face but you knew a smirk was plastered across it. his challenge hangs in the air as you pause, hesitating as you scan the room, your eyes meeting gojo’s trying to gauge if they are thinking what you are. geto can sense your hesitation as he feels your breathing still as you lean against him, so he pulls his finger under your chin turning your head to face him. “let us focus on you, come here.”

you lean in, his lips enclosing on yours in a deep kiss, you turn your body almost straddling him so you could get better access. his tongue enters your mouth, as his hands work down your body, and as the kiss intensifies, you’re aware of gojo’s gaze on you. you extend an inviting hand toward him, flashing him a smile as you pull away from geto and set your lips on your other friend.

gojo groans as your lips work with his, and his hands go straight into his pants, fisting his dick that has been hard all night just at the sight of you. geto cascades kisses down your neck as he starts to pull your shirt up off of you, you gasp at the feeling of both of their hands and lips all over you.

“h-how long have you two been planning this one then, huh?” you grin, a laugh escaping through your moans, as you let geto get rid of your shirt, assisting gojo with taking off your pants. 

“how long have we known you?” geto responds rhetorically, and gojo nod in agreement, as they both take off their jogging bottoms, leaving you all sitting on the couch in your underwear. there is no more hesitation, or uncertainty between you three—you all know exactly what you want.

“so who gets to have me first?” you joke, your eyes darting between the two of them, their lustful eyes are unmistakable as they stare at your body, their dicks straining against their boxers ready to be suffocated by your tight pussy.

“i get to!” gojo sputters out quickly, but he’s not as swift as geto who’s already pulled you back onto him, his fingers pushing into you without any warning. your mouth parts, as you let out a whine, as his long digits give your pussy fast, relentless strokes, he adds another finger, smirking as your body buckles against his. “hey no fair!” gojo pouts, side eyeing geto, but he can’t help biting his lip as he hears your cunt squelch everytime his best friend shoves his fingers into it.

“don’t worry, ‘toru,” geto reassures, his fingers curling up into you before he pulls it out swiftly, spreading your pussy apart and giving gojo a knowing look, “there’s room for the both of us.”

gojo eagerly drives his fingers into you from behind, his body pressing against yours as he charges your fingers into you. your moans increase as you feel a flurry of digits explore your pussy, gojo’s hand grips on his shoulder and geto hand holds your waist as they both tug your body back and forth in an attempt to get you closer to them.

“s-shit” you cry out, as you clench around their fingers, trying to keep them inside of you. you grind down against both of their fingers, your whimpers encouraging them to twist and push their fingers deeper into you.

“you see how much of a mess she gets for us?” geto asks gojo with a low chuckle, and gojo nods, smiling as the wetness of your pussy allows for his fingers to slide into you with ease, “press down on her clit. hard.”

“don’t tell me what to do,” gojo mutters, but he does it anyway. his thumb going straight to your clit, pushing down on it, smirking as you groan your back arching right into him. 

“see i told you,” geto chimes, laughing as gojo glares at him. geto’s focus shifts to you, as he pulls his fingers out of you, bringing them to your mouth, he holds your chin, placing his thumb on your bottom lip as he raises his eyebrows at you for permission. you nod lazily, opening your mouth, accepting two of his fingers —which are drenched in your juices. “‘toru, you gonna finish her off for me.”

gojo smirks, his fingers working in overdrive, as he adds another digit inside of you and you could feel yourself about to release. geto can tell you're close from the way you bite down on his fingers. “you close? you gonna cum on satoru’s fingers as you taste yourself?”

you couldn’t even respond, as your cum sprays all over gojo’s fingers and geto’s stomach. the boys both smirk at each other, as they hear your high pitched moans and see heaps of your cum spilling out of your pussy running down your thighs. gojo is in awe, his fingers still remain in you and he pushes them up lazily, trying to keep you plugged with your cum. you relax onto his fingers, letting him do as he pleases, as you try and catch your breath your body slumping onto geto’s.

“you did so well,” geto praises in his air, lifting up your head off your chest, pecking your lips softly. “you took both of our fingers letting us stretch your tight pussy, it felt good didn’t it?” 

“y-yeah it felt so good sugu,” you sigh, turning your head to face gojo, as you pull him closer into you, “you both felt so good.”

“you wanna let us stuff you further?” gojo questions eagerly, his hard dick resting on your ass, as rocks against you.

“satoru,” geto reprimands, shaking his head at his friends over excitement. but gojo shoots him a look shrugging as he presses his face into the crook of your neck, practically inhaling you.

“but suguru, she wants us both to stuff her,” he argues, as fingers already go back to your sobbing cunt. “you want that dont you?” he whispers, directly in your ear, slowly coaxing your pussy with soft strokes as he murmurs in your ear. “you want me and sugu to shove our dicks right up your pussy, together.”

“i don’t know if i can…” you hesitate, your voice faltering, but you pull your lip between your teeth, closing your eyes as you think about taking both of them.

“c’mon pretty girl,” geto persuades you, forcing you to open your eyes and look at the teasing smirk on your face, “don’t think we don’t know how slutty you can be. you know your greedy little cunt take both of us with ease, and you want it to, don't you?” you nod your head slowly in agreement, but geto shakes his, “no, we need to hear you say it. use your words. tell us what you want.”

“i want your dicks to stuff my pussy,” you admit, feeling your confidence grow as the smirk on geto’s face widens and you can hear gojo lowly growl in your ear. “i need it.”

“well we have to give our girl what she wants, right sugu?” gojo taunts, pulling you off of gojo and onto his lap, his dick slaps against your pussy. “suguru got to see your pretty face, before, so this time you’re all mine, okay?” gojo says to you, and you could hear geto kiss his teeth, but he obliges letting gojo have his way this time. 

“you ready for me?” gojo asks, waiting for your approval as he lifts you up slightly over his dick, he even looks over to geto he leans back against the couch, with his dick in his hand. you don’t even answer gojo, sliding down onto gojo as you moan together.

geto fists his dick at the sight, “go on satoru, fuck her,” he orders, his strokes increasing as he watches as gojo begin to thrust into you. your hands press down on gojo’s shoulder’s as you start to bounce on him, you lean forward whining straight in his ear, causing him fuck you harder.

gojo plays with your bra strap, pulling it and letting it release against your shoulder, “i don’t know why you’ve still got this on,” he complains, as brings his hands to the clasp of your bra, undoing it. your tits bounce as he pulls off your bra, and both boys smile at the sight. gojo’s fingers pull against both of your nipples, twisting and pulling at them causing you to cry at every tug. “so sensitive,” he mutters to himself, touching your tits inquisitively as he continues to toy with them, loving how with every touch your cries grow louder.

“it’s crazy how we stretched you so well earlier, but your pussy is still tight as fuck,” gojo comments, his words punctuated with every thrust. “i had all my fingers inside of you already, but your cock hungry cunt just can’t seem to get enough.”

“is he fucking you good?” geto calls, feeling himself about to cum, as he rubs against his dick hard. you look over to him and smile, nodding quickly as you wrap your hands around gojos neck, clinging to him as his dick drives into you. geto stands up, coming up behind you pressing a kiss on your neck, “you need me to help get you off?”

“she doesn’t need anything from you, i’m doing just fine,” gojo mumbles, but he lets you slightly raise up off of his dick and he smirks as he feels geto join him, geto’s dick presses against gojo in excitement as they wait in anticipation for you to enclose them with your pussy. 

“don’t be nervous,” geto coos from behind you, nipping at your ear. you look at gojo and he gives you an encouraging nod, and you slide back down onto them hissing in slight pain as you feel them both enter you. “it’s okay pretty, you’re doing so so well,” geto continues to reassure you, pressing soothing kisses down your neck, his lips sucking at your flesh. you all pause as you fully take them both in, and you feel the pain subside smiling at gojo giving him permission to move. 

geto follows suit, and you all move in tandem, fucking against each other. gojo places his hands on your ass, pushing your cheeks in pace with his movements whereas geto’s hands cup your tits, holding them firmly as he spreads his fingers over your nipples, rolling them.

“fu-fuck you two are too big, you can’t” you whine, clawing against gojo’s chest. they were both drilling into you relentlessly, you couldn’t catch your breath as every second you were being double stuffed with dick. tears spring to your eyes, as you cry out in pleasure, grinding down against them trying to get as much as them as possible. 

“if only you could see how slutty our girl looks,” gojo says to geto, as he watches your head fall back, another moan escaping your lips. “her eyes are all glossed over, she’s fucking crying, all slutted out on our dicks right now.”

“is that so?” geto mutters, he forces himself into you deeper, his back hitching up against yours, his clench on your tits tightening as he inches himself in your pussy, his hips slapping against you. “she’s such a good slut, i knew she’d be able to take us well, and look she’s loving it, already creaming all over us, isn’t that baby?”

you nod, your hand coming up to hold geto’s head as he nestles into your neck. you were losing your train of thought, you wanted to tell them how good they felt, how their dicks rubbing against each other in you was all you needed for the rest of you life, but when you open your mouth all that can leave your lips is incoherent words and moans. 

both of them smile, watching as you come undone on their dicks. gojo gives geto a nod, and their hands trade places. gojos fingers coming back to your tits, rubbing and pushing them apart before lowering his head to your chest, nuzzling your boobs. gojo and geto were so close that some things between them didn’t need to be spoken, and they were so close to you that they knew your body in and out. they knew when to push and pull, and where to suck just to get you cumming their lap.

“i’m s-so close, i’m gonna cu—” you try and speak out, but your mind is too far gone for you to finish. their dicks slip out of you as your bounces become sloppy, the pleasure too much for you but geto forces you back muttering reassurance in your neck. and the sudden contact causes you to cum, you release all over both them, but they don’t stop their movements, their dicks driving into you still, pushing back in all the cum you were letting out.

“satoru, we gonna give our girl one final stuffing?” geto prompts, and gojo nods, they both give you one final push and you could feel your pussy stretch as their cum sprays your walls. you wail out, the tears streaming your face as your body jerks forward, feeling their dicks go limp inside of you as you all pant in pleasure.

“that was fucking amazing,” gojo praises, a blissful smile on his face as he leans back his head resting on his arms. you return his smile, your lips meeting his in a quick kiss, that he groans at as you pull away. you come off his dick slowly, all of your eyes staring at the ropes of cum that immediately spill out of your pussy as he unplugs you. 

geto turns your head to face him, his dick still lodged deeply inside of you, he pulls you into a long kiss, his mouth smothering yours. he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth, roughly biting down on it before releasing you, his hand cupping your chin, forcing you to stare up at him “you’re mine, my pretty slutty mess.”

“um she’s ours,” gojo chimes in, but geto shrugs, not caring to listen to your other friend. geto, finally pulls you off his dick, and your pussy clenches around nothing, already missing the feeling of their dicks.

“you too always know to take good care of me,” you exhale, exhausted your pussy sore about being stretched open by the two of them. geto pulls you back into his original hold, leaning back against his chest, and your legs stretch over gojo’s lap. but this time instead of innocent gentle touches, geto’s hands lazily tug at your nipples, and gojo caresses your naked thighs, his fingers flicking at your clit every now and again.

“that’s what friends are for,” geto muses, pressing his lips against your cheek before saying, “now satoru, are you gonna press play on this shitty movie or what?”

AN: ight so there you have it my FIRST FIC of kinktober, what do you guys think I need to hear all your thoughts since Ooooof this took me so long to write. so I hope it is worth it. also if you see my bias towards geto during this then LOOK AWAY, im sorry gojo stans but im a geto lover foreverrr. but yeahhh lmk ur thoughts stay tuned for my other kink tober fics which WILL be on time I promise smooches.

#stampedwithanE★ #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustsu kaisen x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #gojo smut #geto smut #jjk fic #geto suguru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo and geto #geto suguru smut #gojo satoru smut

[augustinewrites]

cw: it’s just angst

“i’m not mad.”

satoru closes and locks the front door, trailing after you into the kitchen, apprehension rising in the space kept between you. “really? because you seem kind of mad…”

“it’s fine, gojo.” you snap. “i’m fine.”

he watches you, quiet as the two of you go about your evening routine. leftovers from meals brought to the infirmary stowed away. week-old laundry tossed into the basket. you don’t say a word to him, emotions you don’t know how to make sense of still simmering.

“i’m sorry,” he says plainly as you’re both putting away the dishes. 

you wipe your hands on the tea towel, glancing over at him. “do you even know what you’re apologizing for?”

he shifts, unsure. “no…”

“of course you don’t,” you sigh. 

“then tell me,” he insists, exasperated. “i don’t want to fight.” 

“i don’t want to either,” you snap. “but you’re doing it again.” 

“doing what?”

“you just spent a week in the infirmary. you were hurt.”

“c’mon,” he laughs weakly. “there was no real chance of me dying.” 

“that’s not the—” you voice rises, then immediately quiets when you realize the kids are asleep. “that’s not the point. you’re losing yourself in it again. soon you’re going to drift away from us— from me,” you tell him, bleeding into the pain you’ve felt the last few days. “like you did when we were in school.”

because for as long as you’d known gojo, his drive was to constantly do more. be more. the period of time after the failure that was the star plasma vessel mission was the first time you’d witnessed it. gojo satoru doesn’t do anything halfway. he won’t permit himself to.

that’s what really scares you. he doesn’t know when to stop.

“i’m sorry that i worried you,” he apologizes, sincerity etched into his expression. you know him, know that he’s scared to say the wrong thing, that he’ll mess this up or somehow make it worse. “i had to. the higher ups—”

“satoru,” you interrupt, walls crumbling right in front of him. “i’ve always liked that you care about the jujutsu world. i just don’t want you to only care about it. not with where we are in our lives right now.”

“i don’t—”

“you do! you always have, and i get it. i know the world needs you…but things are getting worse, and we need to start thinking about the future—”

“everything i’m doing is for the future. for the future generation of sorcerers all over the world—”

“i don’t care about the world! i just care about you, and that’s the problem. one person always cares more in a relationship and that’s always been me.” 

“that’s not true,” he insists, a desperate edge in his voice. “all i’ve ever wanted is you. all i’ve never needed is you—”

“i need you too! maybe that sounds selfish or needy, but i don’t want there to be a day where i have to tell the kids that you’re not coming home. if you can’t understand that—”

he doesn’t think you realize you’re crying, frustrated tears gathering in your eyes and threatening to spill over. satoru reaches for you out of instinct, your argument the furthest thing from both your minds at this moment. you let him pull you into his arms, let him hold you. 

but you’re exhausted. 

this is fight you’ve been having since the moment you’d met him, and you don’t think he’ll understand the impact of it until you walk away.

“if you don’t understand that,” you continue softly, “then maybe we need to take a break.”

_____

outside the apartment door, nanami and shoko sit side by side, sharing a bottle of "welcome home" wine.

"guess they forgot we were coming over," the doctor mutters, pressing her ear against the door to see if jujutsu tech's favourite couple was still fighting. “it’s way too quiet in there. you think she killed him?”

nanami sighs, loosening his tie. “it’s quite possible.” 

“i’ll be the alibi and you’ll get rid of the body?”

“of course.”

#fushigojo breakup fic part one #gojo x reader #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #keeping up with the fushigojos #jjk angst

[hannieehaee]

18+ / mdi

content: newbf!vernon, based off this quote, appearance from some svt members, afab reader, smut(?), suggestive, etc.

wc: 1848

a/n: this is such an odd premise but it caught my attention so yeah<3

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"i dont get the joke," seungkwan cocked his head to the side in a questioning manner.

"yeah, april fool's was last month?," added joshua.

"there's no joke. we're dating."

even as you and vernon found yourselves cuddled up on the couch, – in a manner only a couple would intertwine with each other – your friends seemed unimpressed by the mere suggestion of the two of you dating.

"so you've been besties for twelve years and suddenly you're dating? no warning, no nothing? not very believable", answered mingyu, staring at you in nothing short of annoyance.

"why is this so surprising? you guys knew that i had a crush on her," argued vernon, feeling a bit annoyed at the way all his friends were currently staring him down. meanwhile, you appeared to be completely chill as you nuzzled into his side, watching videos on his phone and ignoring the conversation altogether.

"i just don't buy it."

"yeah, i don't get the joke, but i'm not falling for it."

"she's out of your league anyway."

seungkwan, seungcheol and jeonghan all expressed their sentiments to vernon as he groaned in frustration, unable to understand why it was so difficult to accept that he had finally grown the balls to ask you out. alas, he gave up as his friends grew distracted by something else, opting to go back to watching cat videos with you on his phone.

this was a brand new change in your dynamic, so maybe it'd be hard to grasp at first. but it was fine. vernon didn't need his friends to acknowledge his relationship in order to make it real. he'd simply continue to love on you like he'd been doing since you accepted to be his girlfriend, damning any denials from his friends.

~

acting unaffected by his friends' constant refutals of his new relationship proved to be harder than vernon had first anticipated. they'd gone above and beyond to attempt and disprove your relationship, claiming that it simply didn't make any sense.

any time you posted a picture with vernon it'd get spammed with comments from all twelve boys declaring the falsehood of your relationship.

jeonghanieyoon: booo 🍅

joshuacoustic: drop the fake bf and date me instead 😘

dk_is_dokyeom: ok u guys are starting to look believable 🧐

sometimes they'd even respond to vernon's stories about you and slide in his dms just to call him a dumbass for attempting to make this 'a thing' when it was clear you two were lying.

from: pledisboos - stop being a coward and ask her out for real

from: feat.dino - clearly fake. try harder next time!

in retrospect, maybe vernon only had himself to blame for this. after years of liking you, he never once gave any indication of attempting to leave the friendzone. his friends had all given up on hyping him up to confess to you years ago, leaving his crush as a dormant subject of conversation. it was quite sudden how you and vernon ended up together, and your dynamic hadnt changed too much, so your upgrade from friends to lovers was likely not noticeable to the naked eye.

however, this did not excuse the damned booing vernon had to endure any time the two of you walked into a room hand-in-hand. it also did not excuse jeonghan and mingyu's continuous flirting with you – they were doing it to prove a point, they said. and the most frustrating aspect of it all was how nonchalant you were about it all, always giggling along with his friends and never backing vernon up when he'd try and argue with them.

this was quite out of character for vernon. his demeanor had always been extremely chill and laid back, never one to be bothered by any outside forces (much less his dumb friends). you, however, were not helping manners in any way. you found the whole situation funny, telling vernon not to stress over it as you giggled over how passionate both vernon and his friends were about such a benign subject.

so, vernon gave up. he guessed that since you found the running gag about your 'fake' relationship amusing rather than frustrating (as he did), then he would just leave it alone. he was never one for pda anyways, so attempting to prove his relationship to his friends was kind of like beating a dead horse.

what vernon forgot to consider, however, was how nosy his friends were.

when it was time for all fourteen of you to spend the week at mingyu's beach house, he had let his guard down far too much, leading to a situation he'd like to consider both a win and a loss.

despite the sheer size of the beach house, housing fourteen people proved to be quite a difficult task, meaning that roommates were a must. with six rooms, everyone was separated into twos, with two rooms containing one extra roommate each. you and vernon always paired up together with no questions asked, except this time you were teased and mocked as you settled into your rooms, all while they assigned you chan as an extra roommate with the sarcastic intent of him keeping an eye on the two of you – "just want to make sure you don't get down to any funny business," had sad dokyeom in a mocking tone.

it was quite common for everyone but vernon to go out and play some badminton or basketball during these types of outings. he just wasnt a sports guy, and he was well loved despite his lack of participation. you'd occasionally join the guys, but would mostly hang back with vernon, which was what happened this time around. usually, you'd simply lounge around and watch a movie, but now that you were finally together, vernon decided to make better use of your alone time.

"are you sure we should be doing this?", you pulled away with a heavy breath, tilting your head back so vernon's lips could trail down your neck.

"it's fine, baby. they're all busy. they don't even believe we're dating, so they probably just think we're watching a movie," he explained as his hands attempted to get you to sit on his lap.

you didn't seem to need convincing as you slid over onto his lap, allowing his hands to guide your hips against his own. even through the pajamas you were wearing, he was sure you could feel his hardness under you.

"fuck, you're so fucking warm," he murmured as his hands went under your shirt, feeling up your warm skin and throwing it off in the process.

his lips went back to yours, groaning against you as your hips sped up against his own. easily frustrated, he laid you down, bringing down his pants and boxers to his mid thigh and leaving you in just your panties, adjusting his hardness so it'd grind itself perfectly against your clothed folds. the wetness seeping from your panties drove him insane with desire, but he couldn't stop grinding into you, growing easily obsessed with the stimulation. his lips had made their way back to your own, groaning endlessly against them while your hands pulled at his hair in a way that made his eyes cross.

"hmm, nonnie ..." you'd murmur every so often, making his resolve break little by little.

"fuck, is this okay, baby? just- wanna make you cum like this. i'll fuck you, i promise. just feel so fucking good like this," he groaned as you licked into his mouth, refusing to entertain any amount of separation.

eventually he reached down to your tits, tonguing at them like a starved man in search of his next meal. he was shameless in his desire for you, having wanted you for far too long and finally having you all to himself. no other thought occupied his mind at the moment. the touch and sight of your pretty body under his own was all his brain had the capacity of entertaining.

which was how neither of you noticed the boy suddenly intruding the scene, screaming in absolute shock at the nasty sight in front of him.

"oh my god?! you weren't lying?!"

what was even more unfortunate was how chan's yelling immediately alerted the rest of the members (or at least the nosier ones), leading to the door being filled by about seven spectators within seconds.

the only fortunate thing about the situation had been how fast vernon's protective instincts over you took over, covering you up with a blanket the moment he saw chan enter the room, preventing all the nosy men from having a peek at the nudity only vernon was allowed to see (and apparently chan too, as vernon had not noticed his presence until after the fact).

however, even as he covered you up, he left himself completely bare, having to take on all their shocked commentary whilst fully nude, barely able to pull up his boxers a few moments into their intrusion.

"no way, you're actually dating?!"

"either that or they took this joke a little far ..."

"man, channie's gonna be jacking off to this for ages."

"how the fuck did you score her??"

"do you guys want a third?"

these were only a few of the comments thrown at you and vernon within the first twenty seconds of the guys' presence in your room. however, to vernon it felt like a whole hour of scrutiny before he finally shook the shock off and began yelling at them to leave.

"get the fuck out! and never look at my girlfriend again!", he got up and began pushing them out as a few of them giggled at his anger whilst some others remained in shock at the situation.

in the meantime, you had pulled up the blanket over your head as you sat crisscross on the bed, likely too bashful to face the situation until your friends took their leave.

once vernon closed and locked the door, grabbing a pillow and throwing it outside for chan (who would not be allowed back in, by the way), vernon sped to your side, uncovering you, fully worried that you might be mad or petrified at what had just happened. to his surprise, you began laughing the moment you first made eye contact, causing vernon to furrow his eyebrows in question.

"baby, what the fuck? you find this funny?", he wasn't mad, but more so extremely confused.

"you got want you wanted, nonnie. there's no way to deny we're dating now," you grinned, crawling to sit on his lap again.

"god, i take it back. i'll never be able to fuck you again in peace. i was just about to cum, too."

"'was'?", you asked, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and leaning in closer, "you don't wanna anymore?", you tilted your head in fake curiosity.

"i mean-"

"they already know we're fucking. might as well have fun with it. right, nonnie?", you grinned.

chuckling at you, he couldn't help but agree with your horny logic. his boner was still half-there anyways.

"c'mere, baby."

#seventeen fanfic #seventeen x reader #svt fanfic #svt x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen #svt #seventeen oneshot #seventeen smut #svt smut #svt oneshot #seventeen imagines #svt imagines #svt scenarios #seventeen scenarios #vernon imagines #vernon scenarios #vernon fanfic #vernon smut #vernon x reader

[vroomvro0mferrari]

LN4 | Panic at the Disco

Summary: When you call your brother to pick you up from the club, it's his best friend who answers.

Lando Norris x Fewtrell!Reader

WC: 1.3K

Warnings: Maybe slight panic attack, insinuated sexual harassment/assault

Part 2

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You rush through the club in a hurry, bumping into God knows how many people as you search for the exit. The hot, stuffy air makes it even more difficult to breathe as you keep pushing through the crowd. You can feel the wetness of your tears run down your cheeks as you reach the exit, nearly running into the bouncer checking IDs outside. You stand close to him as you wipe your cheeks and sniffle, trying to calm yourself down while you rummage through your purse in search of your phone. Taking a deep breath, you call your brother.

You wait impatiently as the phone rings. He doesn’t answer, so you call again. And again. Eventually, after three tries, the phone is picked up. 

“Hello? Max?” You say rushedly.

You hear some noise on the other side. In your frenzy, you don’t realise it’s not your brother, not from the mere grumpy hello the phone is answered with.

“Can you come pick me up? Please?” The sheer panic you’re experiencing is clear in your voice. Lando can even hear your sniffling through the phone as you wipe your hand under your nose. 

“Y/N? Is that you? Are you crying?” He asks, much more awake now as he sits up from his position on the couch.

“Who’s this? Lando?” You realise now that you hear him speak; it's your brother’s best friend – to your frustration.

“Yes”

“Why are you answering my brother’s phone?” You ask annoyed.

“We were just hanging out, he fell asleep and-”

“You know what – it doesn’t matter. Can you tell him to come pick me up please?”

“Where are you?”

“I’m not sure, uhm, it’s called Palace, I think.” You sniffle, “You’ll send him to get me?” You ask hopefully.

“I’ll come get you myself. I’m just putting my shoes on, I’ll be there in a bit.” He says, putting your brother’s phone on speaker mode and stepping into his shoes.

“Lando you don’t have to come, just tell Max to come pick me up, please. I need him right now.” You say, frustrated that Lando wants to come. He’s not who you want and need at this moment; you need someone who you can trust, who’ll protect you and make you feel safe after what just happened. You need your brother, a close friend, or maybe even your father, but not Lando. Why can’t he understand that? You can feel your tears welling up again in frustration.

Lando ignores you, however. “Are you safe right now? You should try to find a group of people or something, stick to them until I get there, okay?”

“Lan-” He cuts you off, in a rush to get to you. 

“Do you want to stay on the phone? I’m getting in the car right now, I’ll be there in, like, eight minutes.”

“Lando, just send Max, please.”

“I’m already in the car. Do you want me to stay on the line, or not?” You hear the car revving in the background.

You sigh. Nevertheless, you’re relieved he’s on his way and you don’t have to stay here much longer. “That’s not necessary, Lando. I’m with the bouncer right now. Just come quick, please?” You’ve given up on the idea that your brother might come, Lando’s very much set in his ways.

“Of course, I’ll be right there.” Lando says firmly before hanging up.

Although you and Lando aren’t the best of friends, you get along well enough. Regardless, you get caught up in discussions quite regularly; both of you are passionate and stubborn in your opinions – it rarely happens that you and Lando do not end up being separated by your brother or a mutual friend. However, that you know exactly how to push each other's buttons doesn’t mean Lando doesn’t care about you. In fact, the opposite is true. Although he would never admit it, Lando has liked you for quite a while and cares for you deeply, even though he doesn’t generally show his feelings. And so, when you call him (well, not him specifically, but that doesn’t matter) crying and upset, he worries about you. He could’ve woken up your brother, who you obviously would have preferred over him, but he wants to be the one who’s there for you. He wants to be the one who protects you and keeps you safe – better yet, the one who makes you feel safe, if he could ever accomplish such a thing.

Lando exceeds his own expectations when he arrives at the nightclub in under five minutes. Already spotting you standing with the big, bulky bouncer, arms wrapped around yourself in an attempt to keep yourself warm in the cold, late night (or early morning) breeze. He carelessly parked his car on the side of the road, barely turning on the hazard lights before exiting the car. 

“Y/N! Are you okay?” He jogs towards the club entrance, concern showing on his face.

You lifted your head at the familiar voice yelling your name. Quickly thanking the bouncer who kept you company, you rushed over to the familiar boy. You had never been so happy to see Lando.

He pulled you into his arms as soon as you were within his reach. Cradling your head and brushing your hair with one hand, while the other pulled you closer by your waist. Although you initially wanted your brother to come, this was good too – you’d even go as far as to say you were enjoying it. Despite your differences, Lando’s presence (more specifically, his strong arms holding you tight) made you feel at ease and calmed you down. He relieved the tenseness of your body and you relaxed in his hold. Hiding your face in his neck and fisting the fabric of his shirt, you nestled yourself comfortably in Lando’s body and exhaled the breath you had been holding.

He buried his nose in your hair on the top of your head, breathing in your scent and smiling at the feeling of you snuggling into him. It felt right, so right, to be holding you like this. He whispers, “Are you okay?” You merely nod your head, not wanting to leave his embrace. “Do you want to tell me what happened?” He questions further.

You stay silent, enjoying Lando’s strong hold on you. It makes you feel safe. Safe enough to share what happened in the club. “There was some random guy who thought he was entitled to my attention.” You mumble into his neck.

“He didn’t touch you, did he?” He continues, already fearing the answer.

You let a silence fall before answering, “He did,”

Lando squeezes you tighter at the revelation. He’s not surprised a man ruined your fun night out.

You continue quickly, “But there were some girls who helped me, and I think they kicked him out. I’m not sure though, I left as soon as I could. Then I called Max, but he didn’t answer, and now…”

“I’m sorry,” Lando says, a pained expression on his face. “Men are shit.”

You let out a small laugh and Lando can barely avoid shivering at the feeling of your warm breath hitting the sensitive skin of his neck. Nevertheless, he smiles in accomplishment when he hears the sound, glad he could cheer you up.

“You want to go home? To my place, I mean, Max is there…”

“Yes,” You say into Lando’s neck, sighing before distancing yourself from him.

He kisses the top of your head before letting you leave his hold, “Let’s go then.” He says, pulling you along to his car, still tucked into his side.

– – – – –

Part 2

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