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slashingdisneypasta · 2 years
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Jim Bickerman x Reader || Drabble
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Plot: Reba tells you that Jim was killed this time- but then he comes home.
Warnings: Character no one cares about from a movie series nobody likes?? 😅 References to gore and wounds (Very lightly), and sexual references. Also? Unedited.
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“He… what?” You almost don’t even believe it, even as Reba stands on your porch and tells you what happened; That Jim fell off a boat at Black Water and they haven’t seen him since. “Were you… there?”
She lets out a slow sigh like a cowboy, broken and weary after everything she’s been through, and shakes her head. “No, but I’ve got it from sociopath that she caused it, and she’s got no reason to lie, so... ”
Nodding back, feeling weird and… bad, really bad… you keep thinking for a moment. He can’t be dead, can he?? No way. He’s been attacked by crocs before, he lost a leg and an arm and an eye, he looks like one of Sid’s creations in Toy Story with how many different parts he had nailed into him, but he survived, so there is no fucking way that in the end a crocodile still got him!… It’s not fair. And that’s just the tip of the unfairness, here! You shouldn’t have even liked him in the first place. If you had listened to your first official opinion of him, that he was a handsy old bastard, then you wouldn’t care right now about any of that and you wouldn’t be feeling like your legs are about to give out under you. But you didn’t, and now- “Um, Reba I’m gonna close the door now. Cuz I’m gonna fall apart. Thank you, though, for um… telling me… “
“Yeah. I mean- no worries. Thought you might wanna know… ” Reba steps back, as if to let you close the door but continues to watch you cautiously- there’s a frown on her face but you know she’s worried. “Look, Y/N, do you want me to stick around? I’m not a great cook but I could whip us up dinner?- “
“Thanks,” Your eyes are tearing up pretty heavily now, and you are not about to cry in front Sheriff Reba so you just waive, and close the door in her face. Then, taking a deep breath in a last-ditch attempt to calm yourself, you lean back against the door and just blink; Hoping it’ll make the tears go away. It doesn’t help though, and before Reba’s ignition even turns on, you’re sobbing into your hands.  
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You wake up later in the middle of the night because you thought you heard a knock at the door, but when you listen out there are no more sounds, so you assume you imagined them. You can’t go back to sleep, though, so you slowly get up from the bed and run a hand through your hair. Because of that you immediately see the old flannel of Jim’s that you’re wearing, and groan.
That’s just great. Absolutely super.
Still, you don’t take it off; Just wrap it more securely around yourself as you make it gradually, heavy with sleep and a brain stiff from crying earlier, to the kitchen. There, you keep holding the flannel around yourself with one arm while picking up the kettle with the other and putting it into the sink before twisting on the water. You need a cup of tea… and maybe half a bottle of his bourbon… or what used to be his, you suppose.
Sighing, you make a new vow to try and not think about things as ‘his’ anymore- at least tonight. Its too awful, thinking he’s not coming back for any of it. So, this is just a ratty flannel and the bottle in your hand is just some bad alcohol.
… Yep. That’ll work. Already you feel so much better. Rolling your eyes, you tiredly pick up the kettle again and set it back on the bench to heat the water, before finding a clean mug and pouring the gross brown liquid inside.
As you lean back on the bench and take a sip, feeling the stuff burn all the way down your throat, you hear a knocking at the front door again.
Its kind of weak, but enough to raise your suspicions. Frowning, you set the mug down on the bench and set off towards the door. You peak out the window but its too dark to tell who it is, so you grab the nearest rifle (Stuffed in the umbrella bin) and unlock the door… before slowly opening it.
The sight before your eyes is immediately shocking, and gruesome. “J- Jim!?”
He’s leaning heavily on the doorframe, hunched over, dirty, covered in blood and looking as if he could fall over at any second. “Let me in… heh… I’m dying here… “
Without asking questions you rush into action, helping him to ease off the doorframe (Ending up with almost his entire weight on you), and taking him to the couch which - luckily, - is close by in this two-room shack the two of you live in. Then you grab the first-aid kit and get to work.
~ 2 hours later Jim’s clean, changed, and half his body is wrapped up in gauze (Luckily, there was recently a sale at the chemist. Honestly, Jim should be thanking all his lucky stars at this point. How does he keep surviving like this??) but he’s sitting up somehow, despite getting mauled by a croc for the second time and walking all the way back home. You’re drinking tea with him, sleeves rolled up still from saving him a second ago, playing with the teabag nervously, but you’re far too silent and he can tell somethings obviously wrong.
After a few moments of pleasant quiet, he sighs and sets his own teacup down on the coffee table. “We got anything stronger than this? - “
“No- “You snap, bursting like a party popper. “I used the rest of your stash to disinfect your crocodile bites. How are you alive!???”
“Now, I thought you’d be happier about it.” Jim jokes, dropping his hand on your thigh- and you glare at him, because this is not the time to be ‘cheeky’. It makes him huff out a sigh, dramatically, and moves to pick up his tea again. “Alright.”
“I am.” You assure, letting the tension out of your face so he can see how relieved you are. Then you tell him again- “I am, really. I just… I don’t understand… Reba said you were dead?”
Chuckling, he shakes his head. “I’m a hard bastard to kill, you know.”
Is that… the only answer? You feel like there should be more. Some good reason why you’ve almost lost him twice and he’s still come back, some assuredness that it won’t happen again or if he does nearly get killed again then he’ll come home again just like this. Does he have some kind of secret weapon? Can he talk to crocs?? You would believe anything he told you, now. Just for the hope. “… that’s all??” But if its just that he’s lucky, then… well, you can’t bet on lucky!! You can’t trust it! Luck can run out-
“Yep.” He takes a sip of the hot tea, and your shoulders drop.
 ‘Yep’. That’s it??
Jim takes notice of the crestfallen look on your face, and sighs; Setting down his tea again in favour of patting your knee this time. “Hey- I won’t be goin’ anywhere near that lake again, if that makes you feel better.”
Glaring, you straighten up and tilt your head at him. “… do you promise?”
“Yeah, I don’t need anymore chunks taken outta me. I’ll just hit the gym if I surpass my ideal weight, this time. Promise.” Despite the joking way that he promised, you find yourself believing him and take a deep, relieved breath.
“… okay.”
“Alright,” He gives a grin that’s almost gentle, and almost incorrect on his rough face- before he switches back to the regular suspicious, cheeky smirk. “But I will require incentive to stick around, you know. Y’think you can help out with that, princess?”
“Ughhh… “Reaching over, you take bunches of his shirt in your fists and shake him, gently; Affectionately. “Yeah, I think I can do that… “Because yeah, he’s frustrating and opportunistic and vulgar but you kind of love the old bastard.
His grin only widens. “Really??”
“Yeah, but there are ground rules. You have to be very careful, you’re delicate.”
“Psh, whatever. I’ll be right back.” Using a rifle as a walking stick, Jim gets up from the couch and starts hobbling over to the kitchen (*cough* for his boner pills *cough*).
“You need help?” You call, finishing your tea on the couch.
“No, no, no, I’m fine.” He huffs back, and you roll your eyes. Then turn your head as you set your finished tea down, to see him the kitchen doorway looking around. A little smile warms onto your face, just so glad that he’s alive. “Hey, we do so have bourbon here. You lyin’ to me?- Oh, hi-”
As he turns around, he finds you right behind him just before you throw your arms around him and hug him tight. Stupid old bastard, you think, closing your eyes and just appreciating him there, alive, under your hands. The smell of his soap and blood, the feel of his bear on the side of your face, and the sound of his breathing… God, you’re so damn relieved. You’re never letting him anywhere near those crocodiles ever again.
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catboygretzky · 5 months
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People worrying if their fic is too self indulgent like....... that is the point of fanfiction. You are supposed to indulge . Every fic is self indulgent
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temeyes · 5 months
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biker ghost? biker ghost.
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mroddmod · 14 days
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everyone be quiet i'm manifesting
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soldrawss · 1 year
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*holds face tenderly*
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githling · 26 days
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everyone shut up. werewolf druid shart.
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nanaslutt · 7 months
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gojo & geto fucking their pretty bestfriend (you guessed it, you<3) in the eiffel tower position <333
contains: fem reader, threesome, the boys are gay for each other, choking, hair pulling, dirty talk ofc, kinda rough, gojo is a brat, satosugu are switches, sub reader tho
MDNI
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"fucking christ this pussy is killing me," geto has a strong hold on your hips as he pulls you back on his dick, similtaniously knocking gojos cock deeper into your throat, making your eyes water as you gag around him
"hahaha don't tell me ur about to cum already Suguru, we jus started," gojos hand is resting on the underside of your throat, so he can feel his dick every time geto fucks you into him
"shut the fuck up satoru," geto hisses and gojo infuriatingly laughs in response, "how are you doin princess?" gojo directs his attention to you
there is no way you were responding while in the state you were currently in, coughing and sputtering spit around gojos cock while geto expertly fucked straight into your g-spot
"whats that? gotta speak up baby, cant understand you" he coos, whiping the tears and spit off your cheek with his slender fingers
if you had half a mind, you would've slapped gojo for being such a bully, but luckily for him, you didn't have half a mind, geto stuck up for you though; ever the sweetheart he is; "such a fuckin bully satoru, maybe I should fuck you next while they sit on your face, see how you fucking feel then huh?"
you couldnt lie that the thought of suffocating gojo between your thighs and having him suck on your clit while geto fucked high pitched whines out of him didnt sound like the worst idea in the world, but that was for another day
reaching down between your legs you rubbed quick circles on your clit while digging your nails into gojos thigh to stabilize yourself,
"oh, i think someone likes that idea" geto smiled, feeling you squeeze and pulse around him, "you wanna help me fuck the brat outta gojo princess? bet we'd make such a g-good team" he punctuated with a particularly deep thrust, almost making you lose yoru balance, resulting in you digging your nails impossibly deeper into gojos thigh
and gojo fucking moaned like a bitch, tipping his head back, both his hands instinctly gripping your hair as he hunched over you biting his lip, taking a deep breath and slowing his hips down, it took every once of his strength not to fill your mouth with his cum at that second
you choked at the rough treatment but were grateful when gojos hips slowed, the opportunity arose to swallow air into your lungs again and you greedily took it
geto's rough treatment of your poor abused pussy bouncing you a little on gojo's cock still, but the loss of gojo also assisting was a nice change of pace
gojo looked up through his lashes at the raven haired man, he was fucking smirking
this had now become a competition, as most things did between them
abandoning one of the hands he had gripped on your hair and reaching out in front of him instead, his target? geto's hair
gripping suguru's signature bun and pulling his face close to his, lips grazing each other as he smiled against the ravens lips, geto's smile now wiped completely off his face, his jaw now slack as he stared into gojos eyes, knowing exactly what gojo was getting at
"i know kissin gets you all hot huh, you wanna kiss me suguru?" his jaw opening slightly, tipping his head back and forth as he looks between sugurus eyes and his lips
you felt geto's cock twich inside you, his pace stuttering a bit at gojo's words, gripping your hip a little harder, for his own sanity, he would apologize for the bruises later
"what do you think baby, should I let him kiss me, huh? he'll probably fill you up the second I get my tongue in his mouth."
the speed at which the roles between them keep reversing is giving you whiplash, bringing you closer and closer to your own release
you try to speak around him, wanting to tell him 𝒚𝒆𝒔𝒚𝒆𝒔 𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒂 𝒇����𝒆𝒍 𝒊𝒕, opting to just nod as your mouth was filled to the brim with gojo's thick cock
"yeah, think i will, good call baby," he rubs his thumb on the top of your head soothingly as his attention is now back on geto
"what do you say suguru?" the mans mouth is so close to suguru's own, his eyes now staring at the place theyre about to be connected at
"thank you, thank you princess." he says as gojo finally lets their lips crash together
and its soooo messy, the kiss; if you can even call it that; is all teeth and tongue, both the men moaning into the others mouth, their moans rising in pitch
geto feels like he could cum at any second, but what kind of man would he be if the one who allowed him to cum in the first place didn't get to squirt all over his pretty cock first?
he blindly reaches down between your legs, pushing your own hand out of the way as he quickly finds your clit and rubs is back and forth at a speed that has the coil in your tummy to wind faster than it ever has
"squirt on me baby," he whines into the blondes mouth obscenely "need to feel you cum all over- m-my dick, please baby" he’s whining
suguru's kisses becoming less and less reciprocating as his jaw goes slack and gojo's keeps tongue slides into his mouth
your legs snap together as your cum squirts out all over geto's toned thighs, moans muffles, choking on gojo's cock bordering on blacking out from air deprivation and sheer pleasure as you have the longest and hardest orgasm of your fucking life "m gonna cum, o-oh my god oh my god, fuck gojo fuck, 'm gunna cum, m gonna fill her up" gojo moves his hand to geto's throat, squeezing his throat, hard, tipping his head into sugurus
"m right there with you baby, gunna cum inside her pretty pussy, yeah? gonna cum inside her while I mess up her tight little throat?" hes talking geto through it
and youre trying to keep yourself awake as they fuck you from both ends into overstimulation, squeezing your pussy and swallowing around them both as you try to milk them for all theyre worth
ome of suguru's hands leaving its place on your hip to grab gojos wrist as the white-haired man tightens his grip, knowing just how to bring him to his climax
geto stills before he hunches forward over you and into gojo as he fucks rope after rope of his hot cum into your abused pussy, moans broken up by gasps as gojo tightens and loosens his grip on suguru's throat
quickly pulling out his cock from your mouth gojo pumps his cock at an inhumane pace, your heaving but you still instinctively stick your tonge out, like the good girl you are as his thick cum covers your face, he would feel bad about covering your hair and long pretty eyelashes with his cum but.. who is he kidding, he doesnt feel bad at all, his favorite girl with his seed all over your face, its the prettiest sight hes ever seen
letting your head fall against gojos thigh as your chest rises and falls rapidly, wincing as geto pulls out his softening cock from behind you, biting his lip stairing down at your ruined hole
"heh, i-," "shut the fuck up and come look at at this" suguru cuts off his best friend, gojo pouts but gently slides your head off his thigh to crawl to the other end of the bed and check out the veiw the raven-haired man is so adamant on showing him
your so red and your pussy is so puffy and angry, geto's cum has been steadily dripping out of you and down your thigh
gojo whistles as he pulls your lips apart to get a better look, he swipes his thumb on you, collecting some of your combined cum together, you whine at how sensitive and sore you already are
gojo pushes your shoulder back twords the bed so your chest is facing the ceiling as he leans over you and slips his thumb in your mouth, making you taste you and suguru's combined mess, "what do you say, pretty?" he watches your lips wrap around his finger befoer he pops it out of your mouth
"t-thank you" you say, voice hoarse
gojo giggles, starting to get up from the bed to get some towels to clean the three of you up
"so," you start "when were you guys gonna tell me you’ve fucked before?"
part 2 :p
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rissaito · 1 month
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“don’t cry, my child”
i was thinking about how venti canonically refers to the people of mondstadt as his “children” and how kaeya is included in that… then the brainrot took over and then i thought, what if when kaeya was a little kid and he felt lonely sometimes, venti would decide to shapeshift back into his little wind sprite form to comfort him…
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Was practicing poses but it turned into a desperate beg for certain demon cat to not kill him
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toasteaa · 2 months
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Everyone loves the Boyfriend Jacket, but what about the Husband Coat?
Diluc draping his coat across your shoulders because you forgot your own? Immediately looking the other direction to hide the heat coming to his cheeks when you settle into it?
Zhongli's thinly veiled swell of pride when he sees his coat around your shoulders? Savoring the scent of your perfume as long as he can for days after you've returned it to him?
Wriothesley's little half complaints about the chill in his office after you've taken his coat? Hiding how much he actively enjoys the sight of you utterly swamped in the fur and bulk of fabric?
Neuvillette having removed his mantle and stole in order to drape his robes across your sleeping form? His inability to completely focus back on his work after he sees how immediately you curl into it with that satisfied little hum he's come to enjoy so dearly?
Just...husband coats...
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favoure · 5 months
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"do the opposite of what people tell you to do"
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1pcii · 3 months
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goth family bed time :)
(click for better quality // no reposts please but reblogs are greatly appreciated // please do not tag as ship)
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dragon-spaghetti · 1 month
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I feel like Angel rn oh god what have I done
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aeide-thea · 1 year
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on principle opposed to describing art i dislike as 'masturbatory' because even though it's an alluringly contemptuous word to sneer it's impossible to reconcile with my pro-masturbation stance
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turtletoads · 9 days
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5 card combo that autowins any duel vs guy who was dropped on his head as a baby
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welcometogrouchland · 2 months
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[ID in ALT] I've made posts before about Talia/Dick co-parenting Damian moments (will never happen but let me dream) and this came to me in a vision. Took me ages to finish for some reason 😭 and then even longer to post
#dc comics#dc#damian wayne#dick grayson#talia al ghul#batfamily#dc robin#nightwing#anyway. yes im a self-indulgent ''dick as damians secret third parent'' truther#like i DO think it's way more complex and nuanced than the schmoopy affectionate fan portrayal of it#they're brothers they're father and son they're partners they're the dynamic duo except only in past tense etc etc#but consider! I'm not immune to schmoopy affection in fanworks. it compells me despite itself#anyway it's technically not that crazy when it comes to dick and damian. they hug! often! at least they did#it's not as big a leap to these types of scenarios#also talia ''somewhat absent for complex reasons on both her and damians part but very loving and loved by her son'' al ghul#you will always be famous to me#son of the demon origin...bwahhh#anyway. someone made a comic kind of like this/like a post i made abt this topic#but way funnier bc dick and talia starting trying to beat each other up#so go look at that as well#anyway. it's been a somewhat difficult few weeks so I'm. desperately trying to take it easy#i got some reading with me (first vol of kevin smiths GA run that i found second hand and jaimes BB run vol 2!)#so we'll see how far i get through those. considering there's demons in my head telling me to re-read things (LET ME OUT!!!)#when i finish GA and BB i do plan on rereading robin 2021. as a treat to myself#it's a run I've really warmed up to as time went on#I'm keeping up w/ the current b&r run even though it is. admittedly very slow w/ some weird dialogue#i read it for the damian content more than anything. also nikas back so that's neat :]#idk I have a feeling that after absolute power shakes out we might get some more creative team switch ups#so if anyone at dc is interested in taking over the reigns on b&r...that could be very neat#(it's me they should hire me. please DC i have ideas listen to my red hood pitch PLEASE-)
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