#bc i know i can so more but its almost knowing ab it and my anxiety ab it makes it worse

[camptw1nk]

I dont think i have ever mentioned nick on this blog bc hes an oc that has. Nothing to do with kurt or in common w him but looking at him next to kurt actually is so interesting to me because they're both around the same age coming from abusive homes and trying to just do what they have to to survive and theres so many interesting parallels between them

#i think they both have this. put side to side its like. they have this spectrum of how grown up a person can be in their early 20s #kurt has a very young feeling to his age and you'd believe hes younger than he is. hes immature #hes incapable of a lot of things and depends heavily on his parents and as a single child hasn't had much opportunity to learn from others #and just generally tends to feel a lot younger especially since his trauma makes him shrink down and age regress a little #whereas nick. hes spent so many years being the older brother and while he did have joe being older he still felt this huge responsibility #and he put it on himself to be the protector of his brothers esp when joe went to college so he had to grow up young #and his history of abusing substances has in many ways aged him #and he has this thing this. he got out of that house and he got free but the moment his brothers need him he moves back in #he faces down the abuse again and almost dies for it because his brothers needed him #and its something kurt never experiences because he never has the protective drive for a sibling #when he ends up back at that house it is because kurt feels too weak to stand on his own feet #when nick does it its because he knows he can be strong enough to endure long enough to protect his brothers #and theres a Lot about nick that makes him more grown up than kurt emotionally #and i do think being a single dad to a baby is very very heavily involved in that but thats a whole other thing #if/when kurt has a baby he shifts to be more grown up tok but thats not the point of this #i started this saying they have nothing in common but they r v similar actually and maybe they should kiss #i ship a lot of my muses w kurt simply bc he deserves all the love #god i love nick i miss him catch me yelling on my multi ab him

[saetoru]

Tee…

I’m now on my hands and knees BEGGING for bully Gojo who is (secretly) DISGUSTINGLY IN LOVE over the reader PLEASE ANY CRUMBS I WILL TAKE

(you don’t actually have to write this it was just a nice thought)

idkkkkk if it’s rly bully gojo—but he’s definitely a real cunt for sure.

i just think about an asshole! gojo a lot like he’s ur lab partners or something and he does that stereotypical jerk move where he’s like “seriously ?? her ??” when he’s first paired with you. and he’s just naturally an douche, yk ?? wears sunglasses indoors and makes jokes at the professors expense under his breath that gets him snickers and snorts from his frat guys in his class. has to be asked more than once to “please keep it down in the middle of class” by wtv prof he’s in class with.

and he ofc makes u do all the work bc he can’t be bothered—and on the rare occasion that he is bothered, he just does a poor job that’s the bare minimum and sloppy enough that ur like wtv i’ll just do it myself. and then ofc sometimes u don’t have a choice but to meet up to finish something after class every now and then—he wouldn’t care to, but he actually needs to know the stuff for the final report he has to write individually, so he begrudgingly meets up with you, and sometimes you notice his friends give you an amused look when he walks up with them. they snicker before they leave as he sits with you. sometimes they make a snide comment here and there like “have fun with ur super hot date” that makes him roll his eyes—he doesn’t do much to hide the look of distaste on his face.

but then—and he doesn’t even know when it happens—you start to slowly grow on him. because ur actually pretty snarky urself, sometimes making a dry comment here and there about the professor and his stupid bald headed self. sometimes a girl in the distance laughs too hard a group of guys that u roll ur eyes and mumble how “if i had a voice like that i’d never laugh in public” and it makes him snort a bit without meaning to. sometimes you stare daggers at the person who has their music so loud thru their headphones they can’t help but notice u and turn it down in embarrassment. ur actually not as much of a pushover as he thought—you just genuinely think he’s too incapable to help u out that you’ve just shrugged him off and started doing his part. it’s an easy weekly lab class anyway, you don’t need him—and then he realizes that u rly just don’t care for him. his little snickers at u with his friends and their snide comments roll off ur back bc well…he’s him—an asshole little frat boy and u didn’t expect anything better from him. so it makes him a little intrigued—maybe a little wounded in his pride, deep down, because no one has ever been indifferent to him before. they’re either madly in love, or they hate his guts, or they follow his lead. either works—he still gets the attention he craves.

but u just don’t rly care. and ur actually pretty cool, and kinda sorta funny in a way no one else is. he likes it…and fuck, now he’s starting to like you. he can tell bc when his friends ask how his little date with you went, he starts getting a bit huffy ab it bc they don’t need to talk about you. they don’t even know you…but also….its not a date. and that’s the worst part. sometimes it feels like a date. almost—sometimes you both decide to take a break in between and go get a coffee or a light snack. sometimes he’s even paid (to which you look mildly shocked before politely thanking him) and you both walk back to the library while u make light banter and it’s…well, fun. and nice. and your laugh is pretty. and your smile is kinda cute and he (though he hates to admit it) rly likes it when u laugh because of him.

and then things start to get messy—really, he didn’t mean for it to start this way. he really was meaning to ask you in a genuine manner to see u again once the semester was finished. because he’s actually started pulling his weight—he wants u to see him for someone who’s smart. satoru is actually rly rly smart and no one knows it because he doesn’t rly show it but he is. he wants u to see that side of him—somehow there’s some sick validation he rly needs from you knowing he’s not a dense frat guy who drinks and fucks until 3 am every night. so he starts doing his parts and actually communicates with u about sections. so starts ur texting routine—sometimes a little longer than u rly need to for just doing a lab together. sometimes it’s “did u hear ab that girl in our class getting dumped in front of the kfc ??” and sometimes it’s “god our prof rly needs to get some pussy” and other times it’s “look what the guy who sits behind us just posted on his story” and it leads to a few long convos that admittedly…are rly fun. ur so fun. he likes it. he rly does like u and he thinks maybe….maybe he’s grown on u too and you know what ?? satoru’s always a jerk but ur nice and who’s to say he can’t be nice too ?? just for one person. for u, he can be a nice guy—u carried lab all on ur own long enough that u deserve it anyway.

until he gets swayed in that way only a coward can. in that way you do when ur used to being “the man” around ur friends and ur too pressured to keep up that energy for appearances sake bc u don’t wanna be the laughing stock who softened up for “some nerdy chick who’s a nobody.” so he laughs when they laugh at the fact that ur probably “still a virgin who’s never touched a guy before” and then they’re patting gojo on the back and shoving at his shoulder as they laugh harder and suggest that “y’know what would be so funny man ?? if u took her virginity. you could probably do it.”

the thought is sickening because…satoru wouldn’t want to fuck you like that. god, you have him caring about when and how he fucks you—in fact, just thinking about you lewdly makes him feel guilty. disrespectful, even. you’re more than a fleshlight for his dick. since when did he become so respectful ?? but he doesn’t know how to say no, especially when everyone starts agreeing one after the other—and oh no, now they’re betting on how quickly he can do it….and oh, now it’s not just fucking. now it’s “how long until you think she’s head over heels for you? man, that would be a sight, huh ??”

and….well, satoru decides it couldn’t hurt, right ?? he does want to be romantically involved so that would include you being head over heels. hopefully. fingers crossed. and he doesn’t rly want to seem lame in front of the guys either, so he gets to keep both sides of the coin, so is it really that bad ?? maybe not the right idea but certainly the right execution. he’ll treat you well—that much he’s confident of. so he forces out a laugh and says “gimme a month or two, you’ll see.”

and a month or two they give him. and a month or two it takes—but not for you to be head over heels. it’s him who’s utterly and completely obsessed and fallen head first and whatever else they say to describe love because wow. this must be what it is. this must be that stupid fairytale shit they always talk about because fuck, no one has ever looked at him like that. like he’s some miracle to this earth and some wonder only you know of—like you hope it stays that way and that he’s yours and yours alone and no one else comes in to take him away. satoru really likes being yours, it kinda feels better than you being his. being yours means you hold him like that at night and wake him up to a kiss between his brows and sometimes, when he gets those migraines he’s prone to getting, you always seem to know. always seem to understand when to close the blinds and keep quiet and wrap him up in the covers as you rub your thumbs over his temples soothingly.

he almost forgets about that silly little bet he made two months ago when he’s around you. actually, he forgets everything when he’s around you. he’s only ever thinking about you, you, you. when he comes back to his frat house, on the other hand, they’re all gathered around waiting for the newest details. how you must’ve been so pathetically star struck by him. how you must be embarrassingly bad at kissing. how you must stutter over every other word around him. how you must be making a complete and utter fool of urself trying to impress him and be someone you’re not bc the real you would never pique his interest.

they’re wrong ofc. if anyone’s star struck, it’s satoru bc how the hell are u so…cool ?? and so funny and witty and carefree ?? and you’re good at kissing—have him chasing your lips with a whine every time. sometimes you even chuckle at him when he does and make him blush a bit. he’s the one who stutters over his words when he sees you in your little date night outfits. sometimes he watches you drink from your straw and his brain short circuits a little until you snap at him and ask him in confusion if he’s alright. but the real kicker ?? it’s that if anyone’s pretending, it’s satoru. you’re always just you—unapologetically so, that it’s endearing and beautiful and so unearthly he wonders how he got so lucky. but him ?? he’s always acting like some guy he’s not. some chivalrous guy who opens doors and pushes out seats and kisses the back of hands and waits at least a few dates before even considering fucking. some nice, sweet, genuine guy who’s deserving.

he’s not that—never was. if you knew the real him, you’d leave in a heartbeat. it’s a scary thought. a raw feeling he doesn’t like. makes him feel all self conscious and insecure and all that weird shit he never thought he’d feel.

he tries. so hard, he tries to make them forget about that silly little bet and just slowly drop it and maybe even forget ur dating so he can just stay living this peaceful little fantasy with you—but that’s stupid. that’s naive. it’s been 4 months and enough is enough—the guys need to see the look on ur face when u realize what a fool ur being and satoru is “being a lazy ass who’s too comfortable not having for work for pussy these days.” so then there’s a video going around. it’s everyone gathered around on the couch drunk and talking about you. and satoru. you both, in fact. how it’s been two months and u seem desperate for his attention with the shrill little voice you use to call him toru, baby! it’s so, so fucking embarrassing, they say. how you think he likes it. (he does. god he does so much, it hurts. he loves it, actually, when you call him that. makes him feel special in a way he never has.) but then, the worst, most disgustingly nauseous part of the whole thing is when satoru laughs along and plays into their awful words. just lets them talk about you like you’re some piece of meat. something for him to chew up and spit out after he has a taste or you. not even worth savoring and enjoying. he laughs along and agrees—you’re nothing special and he can’t wait until he’s free of you.

that part hurts. that part sucks the most—when he acts like he didn’t tremble under your touch every time you kissed him. like he didn’t beg you to stay just five more minutes! before walking out the door to go home. he acts one way in front of you and one way in front of them and what’s worse ?? you don’t know which one is real. couldn’t tell even if your life was on the line to decide. because there’s no way he’s that good at pretending to be desperately in love, no fucking way. but there’s also no way he can be in love if he’s talking about you like that. that’s not what love is—that’s not what love feels like. that’s not what it means to someone.

you don’t know which satoru is the real one, but you know that neither is worth your time. not if he can’t stick to it.

it’s terrible thing—the way you break up. it’s messy and teary and he’s begging, he’s actually begging. he never thought he’d do that. but he doesn’t even hesitate to plead for you to hear him out. baby, please let me explain. wait, please don’t walk away—please just listen! i can explain.

he can’t explain, though when you as him to. stands there with a bitten bottom lip and teary eyes that are pleading you to just stay with him. to overlook this and just … ignore it like it’s nothing. like what he did and said was just nothing and you can shrug it off like you’re nothing too. like your feelings are nothing and so is your worth and that’s why you should just ignore the way he absolutely destroyed your pride and reputation and dignity and worse….every ounce of your love.

such deep, raw, pure love—it’s almost enough to heal every dry crack and crevice of this earth and bring it back to life.

you look at him with teary eyes and something so broken, it makes him feel like dirt beneath your feet.

“it’s embarrassing, satoru,” you hiss that night through tears, “you’re in your twenties getting a degree and you’re still just a high school bully. life’s really gonna kick you in the ass some day.”

life’s already kicking him in the ass as soon as you walk out. the air is colder. the world is dimmer. food doesn’t taste as good and fuck—there is just so much loneliness when you have no one to be yourself with. when there’s no you.

but he supposes you’re right though—he is just a bully. it’s pathetic, really. and maybe it’s for the best. maybe you don’t deserve someone who’s only ever known how to feel good because someone else doesn’t.

#bye #this is so obnoxiously long for a silly little jumble of thoughts #maybe i’ll flesh it out and make it an actual fic tho #bully! gojo tag

[stardustloserdoll]

could you maybe do a jake smut where he’s pretty rough bc he got jealous but then the after care is all fluffy and sweet 🥹🫶

yours

female reader

"im going to get us some more drinks, i'll be back." jake said placing a kiss on my cheek, disappearing into the crowd. i played with my straw, swaying softly to the music. "y/n?" i looked up seeing it was an old friend i knew. "adam? holy shit its been so long!" i smiled hugging him. "how've you been? didn't expect to see you here."

"i'm good! i'm here with my boyfriend. you should totally meet him." i gasped looking around seeing if i could spot jake in the crowd. "oh there he is." i smiled waving him over. as jake approached us he handed me my drink "jake! this is my friend adam." i said turning to my old friend who sent jake a small smile. "nice to meet you." jake smiled wrapping his arm around my waist. "nice to meet you too.

as i continued talking with adam i noticed jake was quiet, staring at adam with a clenched jaw. when adam was about to say something jake cut him off, his grip tightening on my waist. "sorry adam, but y/n and i have to head home early. we have a busy day tomorrow, sorry." jake gently squeezed the side of my waist signaling me to say something "oh yeah i forgot. i'm sorry adam, i'll see you around. it was nice seeing you again." i waved a goodbye as jake dragged me away.

once inside, jake quickly started the car without saying a word. "what was that jake?" i asked breaking the silence. "did you see how he was looking at you?" he spoke through gritted teeth. "he kept eye fucking you and he kept at your lips like he wanted to kiss you." i rolled my eyes "you're overreacting! we were just catching up!" i said raising my voice, crossing my arms. jake scoffed as he kept his eyes on the road. "you're mine y/n. just wait when we get home."

"strip." jake ordered pushing me on the bed. doing so i took off my clothes, leaving myself in my bra and underwear. he slipped off his shirt revealing his abs and tattoos that i loved so much, almost making my mouth water. watching as he took off his pants and boxers quickly. climbing onto the bed, his hands gripping my thighs tightly. "you're wet already? i havent even touched you." he said smiling at the wet patch on my underwear, making me look away in embarrassment. he slowly pulled off my underwear, running his fingers along my slick folds, making me shiver under his touch.

he began rubbed his fingers on my clit in circles, making me let out a quiet moan. locking his eyes with mine, as he pushed two of his fingers into me. starting with slow pumps that gradually got faster. i threw my head back moaning his name, feeling myself clench down on his fingers, "gonna cum?" jake asked watching as his fingers moved in and out of me. i nodded my head unable to say any words. "too bad." he laughed taking his fingers out of me, making me whine. "i was so close jake."

"don't worry we're not done yet." he smirked looking up at me, rubbing his cock up and down on my folds. in one quick thrust he forced himself inside me, letting out a low moan, making me grip the sheets tightly. "i know you can take it babe." jake grunted as he snapped his hips into me roughly. thrusting deeply into me each thrust, making me wrap my legs around his waist. allowing him to thrust deeper into me. he leaned down biting onto my shoulder hard leaving his teeth marks on me, making me wince in pain. he leaned up quickly grabbing my face and leaned down to me, his lips brushing agaisnt mine. "whos pussy is this." jake growled stopped his movements.

"y-yours jake." i mumbled looking up at him, feeling his cock twitch inside of me. "only i fuck you this good." jake mumbled against my lips, snapping his hips. "say it." i squeezed my eyes shut, tightening my grip on the bedsheets. "o-only you can fuck me this good." i groaned leaning up to kiss him. jake kissed back mumbling a 'good girl' against my lips, resuming his movements. "oh god, im gonna cum jake." i threw my arms around his shoulders pulling him close. "i know.. me too. fuck, cum on my cock babe." jake sighed throwing his head back. my climax washing over me "jake!" i cried out feeling myself release around him. jake releasing after, fucking his cum deep into me. he slowed down his movements watching as his cum leaked out of me.

he slipped out of me, and sighed collapsing on top of me, wrapping his arms around my waist. i ran my fingers through his hair, moving his hair from his face as we both lied there catching our breaths. "you okay?" he asked looking up at me kissing my neck. "im okay." i smiled kissing the top of his head. "you're even hotter when you're jealous." i laughed running my hands down his back. "i should get jealous more often then hm?" jake laughed tickling me.

he got up and ran to the bathroom to grab a towel. he came back and began wiping me down, placing a kiss on my forehead. "you look so pretty." he cooed pinching my cheeks. "i look gross, im all sweaty." i laughed sticking my tongue out. "you look hot though." i smiled admiring his features, as i played with his hair. "i know." he answered in a country accent making us both laugh. "wanna take a shower?" i asked. "i'd love to."

#jake webber x reader #jake webber #jake webber smut

[biibini]

Perhaps maybe Mizu as a bottom? Whimpering and begging for more. Reader talking her through it and being loving.

nsfw bottom!mizu x top!reader (request)

tags: dom!reader, bottom mizu, eating out, cunilingus, smut, 18+. begging, whimpering, praise, dirty talk, modern au

a/n: requests & posts r gonna be slowed down for now bc of school hahaha hahaha (i have three 3-hr classes back to back in one day im going to cry),,, anyways i'll shut up ab school and start writing with one hand down my pant-

18+ content below!

u and mizu are making out one night in bed one late night

nothing crazy but its getting really heated

usually, u would let her stay on top and continue to mess u up with her fingers

but tonight would be something different

u move as u continue to make out, placing urself on top this time

"Oh, does my pretty girl want to be in control?" Mizu teased, placing her hands atop your hips. Her eyes traced your body starting from your thighs. You feel her hands softly grab your waist, anticipating your next move.

You nodded in response, getting close to her face. You stare deeply into those ocean blue orbs of hers. God, you could get lost in them anytime.

"Please, let me be on top tonight." You proposed.

Mizu couldn't resist your pretty eyes staring at her, almost begging to try something new. She tilted her head in curiousity.

"Okay, baby." Her hands adjusted to your thighs, giving them a small squeeze. "So what are your plans tonight Y/N?"

"Mmm, nothing in particular." Your face inching closer to her face, your lips almost brushing with hers. "I just want to love my beautiful girlfriend."

You close the gap between you two while your right hand gently palms her boxers. Your fingers drag along the thin gray fabric, only to find a small damp spot by her entrance. Still busy deepening the kiss with your beloved, you circle the edges of the wet spot. A moan slips out of Mizu.

When it comes to Mizu and noises, she typically doesn't speak out too much. You would mainly hear her in praises and words. However, your main goal was to change that tonight.

You continued to bring attention the the spot, circling it deeper. Mizu could feel the pads of your fingers dragging the surroundings of her entrance. It didn't help that the boxer fabric dragged along her clit.

God, that fucking underwear. It was the only thing between her and true pleasure from you. If only you could rip it off right now, she thought.

Instead, she threw her head back as you continued, positioning yourself under her. You hear her take a deep breath.

Looking up, you spot Mizu watching your next actions. Her face was practically red yet her eyes glowed blue in anticipation of your next move.

If it wasn't for your mission, you would have torn the boxers off of her and gone to town. However, you decided otherwise. You wanted to hear those sweet moans of her tonight.

No. 'Wanted' wasn't the right word.

Needed.

You paused right in front of her boxers. You come back up, your face still close to her body. Your hand balances you as the other makes its way up her oversized shirt, finding her breasts and giving the left one a soft squeeze.

"Fuck, Y/N..." she moaned.

Not enough, I know she can say more.

Your index finger barely brushes against her right nipple. A small gasp escapes out of Mizu.

Bingo.

As your hand cups her boob, you feel it grows hard against the fabric only a few seconds after. You chuckle, rubbing her nipple in between your thumb and index finger. Another moan slips out, louder in volume.

You check on her visual reaction, only to find her frustrated. Yet her erratic breathing and flushed face proved otherwise. You come closer to her, giving her a peck on the cheek.

"Does it feel good, my love?" you question. There was endearment behind that question, but Mizu could also hear the light teasing tone.

“God, Y/N, it feels so- ah-" she attempts to answer while your right hand now lightly tugging on her right nipple, still rubbing it between tugs. You feel her right hand pet the back of your head, running through your scalp.

"It feels so good, baby."

Her praises were all you needed to keep going.

You deepen the kiss and pull up her shirt impatiently to get a better view. At this point, fuck the fabric. You needed to hear her moan more. You start your journey back down, peppering her neck with kisses.

"Oh does it now?" You question, your voice vibrating against her neck.

"Fuck...", she quietly whines. "Yes, it does- ah-"

You had made your way down to her boobs, now planting kisses on her soft mounds. You lightly start to suck on the soft sides of her breasts, leaving a subtle mark for her to find later tomorrow morning.

"My love is so good." you tease, kissing it once again as your fingers pull on her right nipple again.

No coherent words came out of Mizu. Instead, only moans spilled out of your girlfriend. In response to the pleasure, you feel Mizu's hand against your scalp start to fist up, grabbing a chunk of your hair.

You groan from the light tug. Fuck, this was really hot. Mizu, the typical top, was a fumbling wet mess under your touch.

On the other hand, Mizu's mind was on its way to being fried from pleasure. Her pretty girl was treating her so well, pushing every button.

Well, almost every button. Except the ones covered by her boxers.

You dragged yourself down in between her legs again. The small damp spot from before had grown in size from earlier. A small grin formed as you ran your finger down the middle of the spot. Passing her clit, you feel her twitch under you. You heard a groan in response to the touch.

"Aw Mizu," you say teasingly as your hands gently held her thighs apart, allowing you more room to get closer. "Did you need some attention here?", you say as you ran the same finger down the same spot.

Another moan escapes.

You continued to palm her throbbing clit through the fabric. If the roles were reversed, you would have been begging Mizu for her fingers, the strap, or just anything in you. Circumstances have changed tonight so you wondered how Mizu would react to similar scenarios.

"Shit...", she cursed. "Baby."

Mizu pulled herself up by her elbows, looking down to see the view of u in between her legs. You continue to palm the spot with a bit more pressure. You could tell the fabric being the only barrier between ur fingers and her wet folds was pissing Mizu off.

"Fuck hell, Y/N..." she says.

You hum in response, planting a kiss on her spot. Mizu takes a deep breath in, her mind trying to clear up. Instead, it's filled with lust, almost impatient for your touch.

"Please, baby." she answers.

"Please, what?" You palmed her boxers to find her clit, practically sticking out and throbbing against the thin gray fabric. You circled around it, watching and hearing every moan come out of Mizu.

You watch her throw her head back, biting her lip. Her eyes were already half-lidded, drunk with receiving pleasure from her pretty girl.

"Please eat me out, pretty girl."

You kiss her inner thigh, smiling in delight. You pulled down her boxers to find her wet mess puffy and needy, wanting and waiting to be touched by you.

She takes a peek at your reaction, hoping to watch the scene. She could finally unravel her and feel the pleasure that you had been teasing her with.

Face to face with her entrance, you could feel the heat off of it radiate. You give it a slow lick, finally tasting your mission's reward. Mizu groans, now louder for you to hear.

You feel more liquid gush out, lubricating your tongue with her honey.

"Mmm, s'good for me.", you compliment as your tongue enters slowly. You feel her walls tighten with the sudden entrance.

"Oh god, fuck." Mizu curses, her eyes closed shut. Her mind fully lets herself go, vulnerable under ur touch and waiting for your work to pleasure her even more. You continue to enter your tongue inside her, hoping to hear the volume of her moans increase.

#bes mizu #mizu bes #mizu blue eye samurai #mizu x reader #blue eye samurai #mizu x y/n #mizu x you #blue eye samurai mizu #blue eye samurai x reader #blue eye samurai smut #mizu x reader smut #bes smut #mizu smut #bes mizu smut #bottom mizu #modern mizu #author needs to have sex #god i wish she was real #mizu let me love you

[tastesousweet]

⭒ the girl with the tattoo (i)

grumpy!matt sturniolo x sunshine!fem oc / reader

summary : matt is a grumpy tattoo artist and y/n books him for her first tattoo.

warnings : needles and pain (not very detailed tho)

mickey speaks : i don't have any tattoos so i actually know nothing ab the procedure lmaooo just guessing but i’ll be writing multiple parts for this. also i am very much self indulging bc i headcannon y/n as poc! but obvi anyone can read there's not much exclusivity ab how i write her, i js wanted to note that for any poc readers <3.

THIS IS PART 1 BTW!!!!

“SHITTT,” you draw out the last syllable at the rumble and screech of your car engine as you continue your attempt to start it.

eventually you throw your head backwards in defeat, annoyed by the unbudging car. this is the actual worst timing. you're supposed to be at the tattoo shop (that is a 12 minute drive from your apartment complex) for an appointment in less than twenty minutes.

you truly want to scream and border on throwing a tantrum but decide it would probably be better to find a solution than complain about the agony further.

you quickly find your roommate's contact, raising your phone to your ear and pinching your eyes shut as the vibrating ring hums through your skull.

"y/n? what's up?" andrea answers confused as you had only just walked out of the door five minutes ago.

"hi drea... so i know you have your own plans right now but is there any way you can give me a ride... please?"

you hear shuffling on the line, "mmm, where to?"

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“thank you again for driving me,” you smile at andrea and squeeze her hand before reaching for the door.

“yes, of course. you can call me when you’re done and i’ll head over here- m’sorry i can’t stay with you.” she replies and exaggerates a frown.

"i'll be fine, i think- i hope..."

"you will be fine. just don't stress or it'll hurt more."

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your arms are crossed tightly over your chest as you make your way into the shop (in its form of an oversized warehouse, fixed up to look stylish and comfortable- something you’d never really seen before). the rickety jingle of a small bell kindly indicates your presence to the rest of the shop.

a few people sitting in a waiting area look up before continuing their conversations (though some continued to stare as you walk by). you see a surprising amount of people crowding in a brightly decorated lounge area, housing many arcade games and a kitchenette.

you reach the receptionist desk and are greeted by a young man dressed casually, humming along to the music playing in the background of the space.

“um, hi. i’m here for my 1:30 appointment.” you state with a smile, you’re suddenly aware of how nervous you truly are.

the brunette looks over to a desktop screen with a soft scrunch of his face, “for y/n, right? huh, that’s crazy…” he rubs his chin, “1:30 was like nine minutes ago,” he looks up at you, almost like he was questioning you; who do you think you are? and why do you think you’re important enough to be late?

as soon as your face begins to morph into fear and embarrassment his own face splits into a large smile as he laughs softly. “i’m sorry- i’m such an ass but i had to- your file said you’re new clientele so i just had to fuck around.”

“you’re sick! i was fully prepared for a fucking lecture on timeliness or something,” you let out a soft laugh.

the boy comes from around the desk holding a paper and clipboard. “yeah, sorry, i’m chris,” he reaches a hand out to which you willingly return and restate your name to him, “‘m not usually up front so you probably talked to asha over the phone when booking.”

you nod and smile at the familiar name, “yeah, she was so helpful over the phone.”

“she’s awesome, i miss her,” he touches each of his shoulders then forehead before kissing his hand and pointing to the sky.

"oh my god? i'm sorry for your loss."

his eyes squint and lips pucker in confusion, "oh, she's not fired she's just on vacation right now."

"so why'd you...?"

chris cuts you off by handing you the clipboard and grabbing a pen from a cluttered mason jar on the desk as he explains, “okay, we’re just gonna have you fill out this quick consultation form; just so you and your artist will be on the same page about things.” you nod in understanding. “keep it brief, matt’s not big on reading large bodies of text,” chris laughs.

“got it,” you smile before turning to find a chair and begin writing. you truly were relieved that chris wasn’t hard on you about being late, for a second you thought you would be lectured and have to carry the guilt of dissapointing someone into a room where you'd be paying to lie in excruciating physical pain. (damn, double homecide)

the sheet had general information to fill before the questions specifically about the tattoo you’d be getting today came.

you go back up to chris once you’re finished.

“cool, follow me we’ll set you up with matt.” he leads the way and your nerves are suddenly back as it's feeling more and more real with each step. you pacify your thoughts by looking around at the many images and messages written in sharpie along the walls of the hallway. there's also plenty of hanging shelves around with vintage trinkets and succulents that compliment the space around.

chris reaches a curtain and dips his head past as if he were checking for something before giving you a chance to see. you notice the small "Matt" embroidered on the black curtain. chris then opens it wide enough for the both of you to walk into the surprisingly large space.

(who you can only assume to be) matt sits comfortably in a wheeled desk chair, legs spread. his elbow rests on the arm of the chair and he holds his head up with two of his fingers, as his middle finger grazes his irritated mouth with a stern look on his face while he scrolls on his phone.

he doesn’t move his position when he looks up at the two of you.

“alright! matt this is y/n,” chris motions between you two. matt hums, placing his phone on the desk and placing his hand out expectantly for the clipboard. chris goes to hand it to him and whispers, “fix your face, jackass,” then turning around to leave you some reassuring words, “good luck y/n, the tat’s gonna look amazing.”

but chris doesn’t see matt exaggerating a large, sarcastic smile from behind him in defense of chris’ words (he immediately drops it though). something that would make you at least giggle if you weren’t so nervous.

“thanks,” your voice is a little hoarse as you haven’t used it in some time. matt watches the boy leave before looking over to you. he rolls the chair closer, reading over your short (as requested) responses.

“you can sit down.” he forms it almost as a question like are you going to sit down or do i have to direct you to do everything?

you sit on the black cushioned bench, lined with a disposable white cloth and begin to fidget with your fingernails as matt goes over your paperwork quietly.

“''kay, so you’re getting a small hello kitty on your lower hip?” he summarizes while checking and signing a few lines on a paper.

“yeah, um, i told asha over the phone that way you could have it sketched already- she told me that’s best and saves time for the both of us.”

his response is a slowed nod and a breathy, “yep,” as he rolls over to his desk and places the clipboard on the surface before opening a drawer and digging through it.

you gaze around the room and wonder if he decorated the space himself or if he wasn’t the type to be bothered enough to add personal things to his work area. almost all the posters are of music artists or tattoos, the most personal things you see are a small picture frame on his desk and a pokémon plushie sat on a chair in the corner of the room. all of which just pose more questions in your working brain.

you notice him switching to a different swivel chair that is lower to the ground and bringing himself (as well as a moving table with already prepared supplies) closer to you.

you’re nervous again. even after your roommate and older brother have both given you advice on first tattoos and the pain expected you’re still finding yourself scared of what to expect. your ear piercings would have nothing on this.

“first tattoo?” matt clarifies, as if he could read your mind. you nod and go to speak but stop when he gestures for you to lay back on the cushion.

you’re sure that he only was searching for a quick confirmation from you and is not too interested in your life or what brings you here but you’ve found that talking relieves your own stress and you absolutely cannot just lay there and only speak when spoken to.

“yeah, i guess m’nervous. i just hope i don’t, like, die from pain or hate the outcome or curse myself in a couple years for the placement- but it's not that i'm doubting that it'd be cute. younger me would be screaming at the fact that i'm even here..." you pause just for a second. "but then again i'm not sure how much forty year old me will appreciate it. so i guess i just don’t know. you know?”

you lean yourself up to get a look at matt, only to realize he has airpods in and simply has not been listening or interested in you (just as you expected). he’s moving his head the smallest amount to the beat as he works on his sketch.

he notices your movement though and takes a headphone out of his ear, “are you okay?” is all he asks.

a pretty broad question. and an anxiety inducing question to ask a girl who's been questioning her decisions as much as you have. you hope you’re okay. will you still be okay when this (mostly) permanent decision is etched into your skin forever? is he okay? will he give you any sense of encouragement or comfort during this process? are tattoo artists typically like this or are you just considered especially needy clientele?

“yeah, i just was- like, curious, i guess.” you mumble a little and internally hate that you feel so insecure in this situation. so out of control.

“was just adjusting my sketch to be a smaller. nothing crazy happening over here.” he shrugs. “you can go ahead and pull your shirt up, though. i’m just gonna clean the area and prep before inking.” he explains to you very straight and to the point.

you fall back into place and obey, inching your shirt up further to expose your lower stomach. you drape your arms over your face to gain composure as you hear matt rip some packaging.

the coolness of the cleaning pad sends your stomach butterflies and you try to not think too hard about the fact that matt’s hands will be on your lower stomach and hip for a good length of time.

eventually matt speaks to you again, “i’m starting so if you’re feeling the need to get the fuck out you gotta do it now or for forever hold your peace.”

you smile a little at his dry joke but when you turn your head to see him fully serious you blink, “no, i’ll be fine. thanks though.”

he just nods his head and goes to put his airpods back in before you’re interrupting again, “wait. whatcha listening to?”

he’s suprised by the question. his clients rarely get too involved in what he’s doing. mostly because he does a great fucking job no matter how few words he may utter over an entire session. there's a mutual understanding there that he's never had to speak up about to anyone. other artists use a strong bond or charisma to secure returning customers but matt finds there’s nothing better to display than his pure talent and passion for his craft. that’s how he keeps clients. they ask and he will always deliver; and that’s how he particularly likes it. no questions and minimal conversation.

the sound of the tattoo gun begins and just for your sake he decides to answer the question without malice, “just some frank ocean instrumental tracks." he places his hands back onto your skin, "don’t start moving.”

you pinch your eyes shut and squeeze your forearms as soon as the initial pain takes over. it’s a feeling you can only describe as a needle poking into you a trillion times at once. which is literally what's happening to you.

you’re not oblivious to matt’s disengagement with your attempts at conversation but you need him to continue to speak to you or else you’ll think too much about the needle actively puncturing you. “oh yeah? i’ve never listened to him before…”

“surprising. he’s pretty big.” matt mumbles slightly, focusing on his work far more than his slight interest in your knowledge of frank ocean.

“mhm. i’ve been meaning to give him a listen. could you share?”

matt’s eyes just move to look up at your face as he tries not to beg you to just be quiet and let him do this so that you both can leave within an hour. “i’m good on that.” he returns to tattooing.

“huh? you can’t share music?”

“i would prefer not to but-” he doesn’t even know why he’s continuing to fuel this anymore.

“what if i add a pretty,” you pause to wince a little as the needle moves lower, “pretty please?”

“i’m almost done,” he mumbles the lie.

“matt?”

he pauses for only a second to glance over to you. he’s met with a face scrunched in pain with an attempted smile that he thinks makes you look more like a doped up hippie than the cute effect you were going for. you plead after his glance, “pretty please?”

he rolls his eyes and sets his tattoo gun down, reluctantly swiveling over to his desk. before you even realize what exactly he’s doing there’s a airy beat of drums and piano playing from a small speaker in the room.

once he's back over to you he can tell you’re smiling even though your face is mostly covered by your arms. “thank you, i needed a distraction or something.”

he mumbles an “mhm” and returns to his work.

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there was generally no talking after that. only a few moments you observed (due to your need to cling on to literally anything going on besides the pinching at your lower side) that were any indication of matt's quiet presence. you noticed when matt would softly hum the lyrics to the instrumentals over the speaker and when you began to tap your fingers out of boredom and nerves, to which he simply placed his hand over them to force them flat while muttering a small “stop.”

when matt was completely finished he asked you if he could take a picture to add to his instagram and you agreed eagerly. he then added a strip of tattoo film over a layer of protective ointment. after he helped you to fully stand he explained how to care for it and how important cleaning is because “that shit will get gunky as fuck.” and you told him that you promise to do everything he said. he also gave you a detailed list on a card for you to follow just in case you forget.

you glance down at your tattoo one last time before you begin to leave the room you’d just spent a lengthy hour of your life in. you assume matt doesn’t want much else from you until he calls your name from his desk. you turn and see him still looking at his phone before glancing up, “uh, what’s your insta handle, so i can tag you in this?”

you don’t know why you’re surprised but you are.

you agree to exchange handles with him before deciding to compliment him once more, “my tattoo is perfect, by the way. i love it so much, thank you.” you want to tell him that you hope you didn’t annoy him too much but you don’t know if that will annoy him more. so you take his nod and hint of a smile as his way of showing appreciation, keeping your own smile bright to mask the crushing feeling of someone seeming so indifferent towards you.

after walking past the curtain and through the trinket-filled hallway you’re back to the main area of the warehouse. you see a different collection of people gathered playing pool and some more huddled on a couch looking at a girl’s phone in awe. chris is busy talking with what seems to be a close friend when you walk up to the reception desk.

when his eyes find your bright expression he’s bouncing back with energy, “hey! i’m assuming it went well?" he asks.

"very well. glad it's over though, i can't lie." you laugh while taking your debit card from your purse.

"yeah, definitely not the best feeling. especially when matt's ugly face is that close to you." chris jokes and takes your card to cash you out.

you laugh along with him but assure him that matt's looks weren't an issue. he raises his eyebrows and has a growing smirk that travels to his eyes when he gives you your card back. you try not the blush at the implication, "i didn't mean it like that."

"right," he nods and chuckles softly, "well hopefully you'll be back for another eventually?" he hands you a receipt.

"i mean how could i not with such a sweet receptionist asking me? i'm sure you get everyone to come back," you joke.

chris shrugs with a cocky grin, "somethin' like that."

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"oh my god it's fucking adorable, what?!" andrea exclaims with a spoonful of frozen yogurt still in her mouth.

she initally begged to see it as soon as she picked you up but you dramatically told her you had just experienced the worst pain of your life and you'd need a sweet treat if you were planning to not sleep the rest of the day away. so she just rolled her eyes and demanded you show her once you both arrive at your favorite frozen yogurt shop (conveniently down the street from your apartment complex).

"i knowww," you respond and quickly pull the lower part of your shirt down with a smile, taking a seat across from drea.

"how'd it go, though? i'm curious. i've only been to warehouse 79 like once, and it was for an event."

"it was good, they were all generally kind and my guy did exactly what i wanted. i'm pretty happy."

"'my guy,' oh okayy?" she takes a bite and smirks.

"not what i meant! i should have just said matt. like, the guy who did my tattoo-"

"mhmm."

"stop.” you smirk, “i mean he was not ugly by any means but he seemed to not care to get to know me at all. which is fine, he's not paid to care about me. but i doubt i'll ever see him again." you shrug taking another bite of frozen yogurt.

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[runningfrom2am]

leveling the playing field X

summary: with nowhere else to go after getting caught cheating to help lucy gray, you both make some desperately stupid decisions.

pairing: coriolanus snow x fem!reader

wc: 3.1k

tags/warnings: capitol brat!reader, maybe slightly ooc coryo, idk i tried my best. do they love each other or hate each other? who knows (we do, kind of). implications and mentions of abuse, so read with caution!! also a little bit of swearing but that's neither here nor there

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next part

Coriolanus was having a hard time adjusting to the life of a peacekeeper, but he was getting there. He sent off that letter for you almost as soon as he arrived, but was yet to receive a response so that seemed like an answer enough. He had to forget you, especially if he wasn't going back to the Capitol anytime soon.

He was homesick, to say the very least. Both of his bunkmates were out, likely working, but he didn't care much to know exactly where. He was just relieved to have a moment to himself to wallow in his self-pity, chest constricting tighter and tighter with every breath.

A door slammed shut down the hall, followed quickly by his own door opening- at which he held his breath. He had to get it together.

"Is this bunk taken?" Someone asks, a voice not belonging to either of his bunkmates, but he recognizes it nonetheless.

He shot up straight, taking in the appearance of the boy in front of him. "Sejanus!" He had never been happier to see his classmate, hopping out of his top bunk to quickly give him a hug.

"This is a surprisingly warm welcome for someone who almost got you killed." Sejanus chuckled, hugging him back.

Coryo laughs slightly, pulling away and grabbing his shoulders. "Oh, no. Quite the opposite. What are you doing here?"

"About the same as you." He shrugs, sliding his things under the bed below Coryo's. "They were going to expel me, but my dad paid them for my grad certificate and let them send me here. They got a new gym on the condition that they let us both graduate."

Coryo should be relieved, but a graduation certificate doesn't matter much if he's stuck here for the next twenty years. "And Y/N/N?" He asks.

"Y/N?" Sejanus asks, lifting his head back in confusion. "What about her?"

"Did she graduate too?"

"I... I don't know, I didn't know she was in trouble. We were told she was sick."

Coriolanus's stomach drops. That's a story he'd certainly heard before, and he didn't like at all how that ended. He swallows, nodding a little bit as he looks at the floor. "So you didn't see her at all?"

"No... Not since the last time I saw you." Sejanus states. It had been a few weeks now. "But, her mother came to our door a week or so ago, real early in the morning. Ma shooed me away but I heard them talking, it seemed like she didn't know where Y/N was either. She was looking for her, wondering if any of us had seen her."

Again, this is what Coryo had seen before with what happened to Clemensia. Her parents weren't allowed to see her at all while she was in the hospital. "I think she's dead." He admits.

"What? What makes you say that?" His friend gasps.

"I... I heard her screaming when I left our meeting with Highbottom." Coriolanus explains. "At first it was normal Y/N screaming, you know, but then it got worse and worse until it just... stopped." He hoped Sejanus would change his story, that he would remember seeing you at school or on the streets or at one of your parent's obnoxious parties, having a good time, and being yourself. That maybe he had just forgotten, but the look on Sejanus's face tells him that didn't happen.

It was Sejanus's turn to look down now, giving a solemn nod. "I mean, no." He laughs suddenly, shaking his head. "They wouldn't kill her on campus- if you could hear it, she's not dead. They wouldn't kill her just like that, right?" He says, trying to convince himself of that truth. "Surely she's just sick. Maybe grounded, or something."

"Yeah, yeah. Probably..." Coriolanus concedes, hoping that somehow Sejanus was right.

Simultaneously, you were adjusting beautifully to life in District Twelve. You got in the habit of borrowing Lucy Gray and Barb Azure's clothes, and they let you sleep on the floor between their beds. For the first time in your life, you were free. No one knew you, no one had a single expectation of you besides Tam Amber appreciating your help with the goats and occasionally going to the market with Lucy Gray and Maude Ivory to get food. It was refreshing, to say the very least. Everyday you felt yourself unwinding more and more.

"Do you play any instruments, Y/N?" Maude Ivory asks you, skipping to catch up to you as you hike down a trail out to the lake with the rest of the covey.

"I do, actually." You nod at her, a small smile on your face. "Try three."

"Three!" She claps excitedly. "What do you play? You'll have to perform with us! Do they have different instruments where you're from?"

"Not really." You giggle, putting your hands in the pockets of your bright red skirt. "I play the piano, and the violin, which is just like Clerk Carmine's fiddle, but much more boring, and a harp, if you've ever heard of that."

"You play the fiddle?" The young girl smiles.

"Not like he does." You smile at the boy as he walks ahead of you, not paying any attention.

"I'm sure you're just as well." Lucy Gray interjects, bumping her shoulder with yours as she walks next to you. "Maude Ivory, you should hear her projection. I'm yet to hear her sing, but boy, can she yell."

"I can't sing." You laugh, shaking your head. "Back home you don't sing unless you're training for the opera, and you have to start that around the same time you learn to walk. My parents would rather me learn the piano."

"Then why am I the one yellin' at all our shows? You should step up." Maude Ivory giggles, and you just shake your head, ruffling her hair.

"I definitely couldn't do it nearly as well as you." You insist. "Besides, I have stage fright." You joke, mostly to get her off your back.

She laughs as she fixes her hair, running to catch up with the kids in front of her.

"She just adores you." Lucy Gray smiles. "It's nice to have a new face around."

You smile, watching Maude Ivory collect flowers from the side of the road. "She reminds me of my brother. They're about the same age."

"Right, you lent me his guitar." Lucy Gray says, a particular sadness in her tone tipping you off that she believes you should be upset about leaving him. You miss him, sure, but he's better off now with you gone. Besides, he couldn't be any worse than you. Your parents have always doted over him, and there's no doubt in your mind that now that you are gone, it's multiplied.

"Yes. That's him." You reply, accompanying a moment of silence between the two of you.

"Do you miss him?"

"Sure." You nod, kicking a small stone down the path in front of you. "But he's better off without me there. That brings me enough peace to sleep at night."

"Hey, can I ask you something?"

"Shoot." You smile at her, grateful for the change of topic.

"What happened to Coriolanus?" For the first time in weeks, you feel a pinch of discontent in your gut at her question.

"I don't know." You lie, shrugging your shoulders. You don't even know why you felt the urge to lie at all, you knew he was here somewhere but you hadn't seen him once. Out of sight, out of mind is what you have been trying to convince yourself. "He's alive, I'm sure. Peacekeeping in one of the districts probably."

"Oh, I was hoping you would know more."

"It would be nice." You agree. "But he's not exactly in my good graces at the moment."

"It feels so out of character for him to betray you like that, doesn't it?" Lucy Gray asks.

You laugh, shaking your head. "It was unusual. That's what I thought, anyway." You sigh, giving a slight shrug. "I haven't told anyone, but we had... I don't know, a moment, a few weeks ago. During the games. Just a couple of days later and he's throwing me under the bus like I meant nothing to him. We've been friends for years- I thought everything was about to change for the better, and then..."

"That's cruel." She says disapprovingly. "I bet he's sorry now that you're gone with the wind. He's regretting it. I promise you that much."

You smile slightly at the thought, allowing yourself to entertain it, if only for a moment. "He better be."

"Is that for me? Oh, c'mon y'all, you know that I gave up drinkin' when I was twelve..." Lucy Gray says, taking a sip out of the clear liquor bottle someone in the audience handed to her. "Oh, It's to clear my pipes, just to clear my pipes." She clarifies, tossing the bottle back into the audience.

Coriolanus watches leaning against the side wall of The Hob. He's happy to see that Lucy Gray is back to doing what she loved, and she made it home alive and well. He's also more than pleased to finally get off the barracks for something other than work. "Now, who's ready for a song, huh?" She smiles, looking down off the stage to her right. "Okay, comin' right up. First, I'd like to introduce to the stage with a big welcome, a grand ole friend of mine, The lovely Sage!" She says, giggling at her rhyme as another girl climbs up on stage, giving Maude Ivory and Lucy Gray a quick hug each.

Coriolanus looks away as the crowd cheers, scanning the crowd for Sejanus who had just excused himself to grab a drink a couple minutes ago. He's wondering where his roommate could have disappeared to when Lucy Gray's friend starts speaking.

"Well hello, everyone, so lovely to meet you all! I have never felt so welcome anywhere." His head snaps back to the stage. He'd know that Capitol accent anywhere, even as you pause to allow any cheers to quiet down. "I mean that." You grin, hands clutched to your chest. "And that feels so good, considering Lucy Gray all but forced me up here." You laugh, draping an arm over her shoulder, letting her take back over. How could this be real? Coryo is tempted to rub his eyes or pinch himself to make sure he's even awake. He was so sure you were dead, but despite the different name and completely different clothes, he was positive it was you. The pang in his chest made that obvious, along with the wave of surrealism that suddenly surrounded him so all he could see was you.

"Now, my beautiful girl Sage here will be taking over for our friend on the fiddle, we'll give the band a quick break, and we're gonna have a bit of a change of pace while she's lending us her talents." Lucy Gray says, and Coriolanus watches as you take the beat-up violin from the young boy gratefully. He knew you played, but he hadn't heard it for years. You looked so calm, something he wasn't sure he had seen in public since you were young. He can't pull his eyes from your figure as it graces the stage with your presence, lighting up the room even if it was only for him.

A small smile grows on his face as you start to play, several whistles echoing through the room before Lucy Gray even joins in with her singing. He wants to scream, to cheer and clap and yell and tell everyone in this dark, rundown building that this 'Sage' was his. Inarguably and undoubtedly his. Coryo's pride is only curtailed when he recognizes the song; it was the ballad Lucy Gray played in her interview on your brother's guitar.

The sophistication your violin playing brought to the piece almost made it sadder and infinitely more haunting. It's beautiful. Now with your classical touch, the song sets a pit of guilt in his stomach. That somehow, even without you singing, it's now a ballad from you to him.

"Just let me remind you what I am to you..."

He makes eye contact with Lucy Gray as he shifts his gaze away from you. She pauses for only a moment, hands still moving rhythmically over the strings of her guitar. She smiles and nods at him, jaw slightly agape as she glances back at you to see if you noticed him. When it's clear you haven't, she gets back on track with the words within only a moment.

"'Cause I am the one who looks out when you're leaping. I am the one who knows how you were brave..."  Your lips turn up in a small smile as she sings, eyes still shut while you focus. Even though he's sure you're thinking of him, it doesn't bring him much consolation. Well, at least you were thinking of him. He would take it.

The song ends as quickly as it starts, and despite the slower tone, the audience is still excited. More so as the band returns to the stage and you return the violin to Clerk Carmine before turning back around to give a bow. You wave out to the audience, reveling in the whistles and praise before reaching out for an extended hand, accepting it as its owner helps you down. "That was stunnin', where'd you learn to play like that? I've never heard anything quite like it." The man asks, still holding your hand out in between you.

"Oh, thank you. I've been playing my whole life." You grin as the music picks up again.

"Can you dance like you can play?" He asks, lifting your arm to spin you.

"I can certainly try." You laugh, going along with it as he pulls you into a more open space of the crowd, and to Coriolanus, it seems like you're taunting him. You're dancing like you don't have a care in the world, dressed in a skirt that looked like it was made out of a red bed sheet cut up and stitched back together in half-hazard squares, and what looked like one of your t-shirts cut up into a tank top that exposes most of your stomach and back. Appallingly too, a smile present on your face that he had dreamt of seeing again one day but was certain he never would. The only problem is that you're dancing with someone else. Not that he was much of a dancer, but he could try if he had known that's what you wanted.

He's planning his method of attack. He can't leave without speaking to you, because he doesn't even know if you'll be back here the next time he gets a day off. Though, based on your appearance and newfound carelessness, it's likely.

His urge is just to kiss you, but the only thing holding him back is that it could set you off. If you hadn't heard his apology from miles away, would you still be angry at him? But actions speak louder than words. He knows that physicality works with you, and it was hard to deny that he hadn't dreamt of how soft your lips felt on his for weeks. One time was just simply not enough for Coryo.

Coriolanus scowls as the man you're dancing with spins you again, making you laugh as he drapes an arm around your waist.

Maybe he should get Sejanus, see if he's seen you yet.

Another spin, and a hand sliding lower down your bare back as the man pulls you closer, his fingers landing on the waistband of your skirt. When was the last time that scumbag had so much as washed his hands? Coryo wonders to himself, rage boiling up under his skin.

Kiss her. Definitely kiss her.

But if the song choice was any indicator, you definitely weren't pleased with him. It couldn't be, though, because how would you know he would be in attendance? Coryo finds his feet carrying him through the crowd, pushing past a dozen carelessly drunk people in his effort to get to you before he's even thought it all through.

Your brow furrows as a body forces itself between you and your dancing partner. "Hey! What are you-" You cut yourself off, hypnotized by the cold blue eyes staring down at you.

That's my girl. Even though you're angry, Coriolanus is grateful to be the object of your gaze once more.

"'Scuse me, man, do you mind?" The man says, making an effort to push Coryo away. He turns, and before you can intervene he's swinging his fist right at the other guy's face, finding its target in a fraction of a second.

He stumbles back, grabbing his face as it immediately drips blood from his nose onto the floor. There are gasps in the crowd as it disperses around you.

"Hey, settle down, settle down now." You hear Lucy Gray call out amidst the music playing in the background while you grab the back of Coryo's shirt, pulling him back before he continues to beat up your dancing partner.

"Coriolanus, what are you doing here?" You shout over the music. He shakes out his fist, turning back to you now and grabbing your face, pulling you closer to kiss you instead of dignifying you with a response. His actions would certainly speak louder.

You want to be angry, but that falters as you feel his lips on yours again, his hands planted firmly on either side of your waist as he holds onto you so tight you weren't sure breathing was an option- even if you could. You followed him here, of course you wanted to see him, but how could he betray you so easily and expect forgiveness in a kiss?

It takes you longer than it probably should to build up the courage to place your hands on his chest, shoving him back. "What is wrong with you?" You spit, looking him up and down in the blue uniform signified of a peacekeeper off duty.

"What's wrong with me?" He asks, looking around and gauging how many people were even taking notice. "What do you mean, Y/N/N, I wanted to-" Clearly you hadn't heard his silent apology, or it just wasn't enough.

"Hey!" You hiss, jumping at him and attempting to cover his mouth at the use of your nickname, and he quickly swats away your hand. "Let's go. Outside, now." You shove him back by his chest, pointing towards the exit.

You look up at Lucy Gray on stage, still singing as she watches you nervously. You give her a nod and a small reassuring smile before linking arms with Coryo and guiding him toward the door. Just like old times.

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#tbosas #tbosas fic #tbosas x reader #coriolanus x you #coriolanus snow #coriolanus snow x reader #coriolanus x reader #the hunger games #thg fanfic #thg fanfiction #thg series #coryo snow

[seattlesellie]

Abby with a gf who sleeps with plushies hcs? I can see her giving them death stares and shit talking them when gf isn't looking lol

omg i love this one so much! i had to sneak an nsfw one…

also i for some reason see ellie being more of a plushie hater and she was kind of on my mind so i hope this didnt come off as ellie coded rather than abby coded but i tried 😭

♡ imagine just laying on top of your bed with abby, your head on her chest while watching a cheesy romcom <3 ur so comfortable and warm, almost falling asleep on top of her. ur literally in ur happy place just focusing on feeling her soft breaths tickling your hair. all of a sudden, abby starts breathing heavier and heavier and her leg just jumps in anger and youre like wtf abs????

♡ “your stupid fucking dolls” she whines and huffs and you realize shes quite literally surrounded, circled, by about 6 plushies all around her. 2 laying on her head, 3 on the side of the bed being squished on the wall by her figure, and one just fully squished under her ass (u have absolutely no idea how that one even got there.) “theyre not dolls abby theyre my plushies and you better put some respect on their name” you tell her and she gives you this look like why is my girlfriend the weirdest person in the world. then she just side eyes, like fully side eyes, giving one of ur plushies the dirtiest look and elbows it???? 😭 “abby!!!” you whine at her and hit your hand on her chest. “theyre taking up my space!” she responds, like a literal big baby and ur like “dont elbow richard!!!” and she just blows out her eyes “they have names???” “screw you richard” and u immediately grab richard and give him a kiss and shes gasps like “what the hell?” bc who the fuck is richard and why are you giving HIM a kiss and not HER

♡ then ur like “woah… abs… did you just get jealous?” because you know just that look so well and she just huffs “pft no” and states at the ceiling all offended and you decide to make a show out of it bc big jealous baby abby is your favorite kind of abby so you give your plushy even more kisses just to spite her and shes all shocked looking like she just caught you cheating and just tells you “youre insane for that”, takes richard, throws him on the floor with such force and starts giving your face little kisses and whispers “mine mine mine mine” and you just let out these inhumane giggles, borderline screeching bc richards face somehow landed with his eyes directly towards you like *O*

♡ one morning after waking up with abby, u make ur bed while shes sipping on her coffee just staring at u (she loves looking at u doing domestic shit bc it makes her want to bend u over). n every time u make ur bed u make sure to organize all the plushies in the right places (duh they need to stand like soldiers bc they all have their own cliques bc some of them are beefing) you puffed out your pillows all nicely and as soon as you grab one of the plushies off of the floor to put it on your bed abby decides to just grab it and throw it on the floor. literally just robotically throws it on the floor. you dont say anything or even react, just roll your eyes to yourself bc she decided to fuck with you and its 8am and you do NOT have the energy. you grab it off the floor again, put it in its place, and as soon as you go and grab the second plushie, she does it AGAIN. just takes it - and throws it on the floor. you just give her this deadpanned look and shes like “what?” while taking another sip. “abby” you warn, and she just raises her brows like what did i do? 🤨 “stop that” you tell her and go grab it AGAIN. this time she lets it slide and doesnt do anything. u slowly and hesitantly tip toe and go pick up the second plushie, relieved she didnt throw it again, and then - she kicks it from you, picks you up so easily while youre squealing “abby let me go!!!” and she places you on your pillow and says “my plushie, hm?” and ur heart sort of melts and ur kind of a puddle now but u have to make the bed and shes not letting you for like 25 whole minutes

♡ one time, you have manny and her in your apartment to just hang out together. since these 2 are literally always hungry they basically beg you to make them something to eat (usually abby would never tell u to cook, since she loves doing it for you) but she was so tired and had to entertain manny bc if hes left alone for 5 seconds he turns into a 4 year old. so u go and make them some pasta while they chill in the living room. when u come back with their plates (and yours) you literally catch them playing some weird ass version of football with one of your fucking plushies. literally one of them is being thrown around the living room like a balloon from one side to the other and youre so shocked. youre standing there with the plates and immediately put them down on the table and try pushing abby away and shes like “what??? im playing with your dolls” and you start banging on her chest “they. are not. my dolls!!!!!” and she just melts bc ur so cute in ur apron and ur literally almost crying and she just coos at you “im sorry sweetheart im so sorry” but she cant help but laugh and manny’s literally cracking up on the floor

♡ btw. she gets brutual when she fucks u in ur room. you being you, you always insist on turning your plushies around to not face you (because they should not be watching their mom getting raw dogged and thrown around like a literal rag doll on their own bed) and one time while abbys fucking you and youre on all fours she just grabs one of them. and turns it to face you. “ab- abby- no” youre whimpering while getting your insides destroyed and she pants over you “yes abby- yes” mocking you and laughing in your ear forcing you to make direct eye contact with her sworn enemy, richard himself.

#i love manny btw can u tell #why is this so long #abby anderson #abby x reader #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson fluff #abby anderson fanfiction #abby anderson smut #anon #abby anderson blurb

[lesbiankimdahyun]

Reader is went out to a party and dressed as a nurse for Halloween but, g!p Mina stayed home so to make it up to her “patient” she gave her a bj to feel better

im sorry it took me so long to finish (just like Mina-- I mean what?) but please enjoy!!!

1.6k words 

[GP!Mina x Reader]

CW: GP, light praise kink, this isn’t m*d*c*l play bc i don’t do that but R is wearing a nurse costume

Mina let out a low breath and closed her eyes as she gripped her length in her left hand. 

Unfortunately, the wrist she’d broken earlier was her dominant wrist, and now she was both frustrated and turned on, trying to adapt to getting herself off with only her other hand. Sure, she’d used her other hand before, but not nearly as frequently. And knowing she was completely unable to rely on any help from her right hand made her let out a little whine. 

Breaking her wrist was the fault of her own bad luck, but it was your fault she was so wound up now, eyebrows furrowed from her effort. Your Halloween costume, a handmade, near perfect replica of the uniform Nurse Dolly wore on Ratched, looked entirely too good on you. And now, instead of being able to enjoy seeing you in said costume at Jeongyeon’s Halloween party, she was alone, thinking about how she wanted nothing more than to greedily pull up your skirt and run her hands over your ass and thighs before–  

Mina sighed, cursing her useless injured wrist and unrelenting erection. She laid back a bit farther on the dark gray sectional, letting her bad wrist rest on the arm of the sofa. She had meant to go to bed earlier, wanting to cum just once to relieve some of her pent up frustration, but she couldn’t get herself over the edge and hadn’t realized how much time had passed. 

Still too aroused and lost in her lust-driven thoughts, Mina didn’t even register that the front door of the apartment opened and closed: you were back from the party. Mina had really wanted to go with you, but the idea of anyone bumping into her very broken wrist in its fresh cast made her wince. 

“Mina?” you called softly as you came in, but she didn’t reply. You checked your phone– it was after midnight. Maybe she had fallen asleep while trying to wait for you to get back. But then you walked in further, down the hall, through the kitchen, out into the living room and saw why she hadn’t answered you. 

You watched for a moment, almost tempted to let her carry on. But then you noticed the light sheen of sweat on her brow and wondered how long she’d been struggling to cum. Now you couldn’t resist her. And it was Halloween after all; maybe you could give her a compensatory treat.

“Why is my patient out of bed?” you asked, tilting your head with feign curiosity. Mina’s eyes snapped open and she looked up at you from the couch. Her gaze, you realized instantly, was both hungry and desperate. You had been debating teasing her, but as soon as you saw the ravenous look in her eye you knew it wasn’t the time. Your eyes locked onto her hard shaft and you licked your lips. “Can I help you with that?” 

Mina nodded, looking you up and down slowly. She’d seen your nurse’s costume come to life over the last few weeks and seeing it now thrilled her just the same. “Please,” she breathed. 

Quickly, you made your way over to the couch beside her. You wrapped your hand around the base of her cock and leaned in to kiss her. Her lips were magnetic against yours, unwilling to part from any source of pleasure. You broke away from her though, making her squirm with need. You watched her reaction as you moved your hand slowly and started to jerk her off, lightly teasing her cockhead by running your thumb over her pink, leaking tip. 

She must have been trying for ages, because you’d barely touched her but already the poor girl looked as if she could cum. But that wouldn’t do for you unless she came somewhere more satisfying than all over her shirt and abs. 

“Poor thing,” you cooed. “Would it feel better if I used my mouth?” 

Mina bit back a groan at your question, nodding furiously. You went to reach for the hair tie on her wrist, but Mina read your mind. Her hand wove through your hair until she had as much as she could collect in her fingers, careful not to ruin your teal-colored nurse cap. She pulled back firmly, not only keeping your hair out of your face, but letting you know she was going to be setting the pace from here on out. 

You caught her eye briefly, thinking that your eyes must be as blown out with lust as hers were. You knew Mina really wanted to cum if she was willing to take the lead and as much as you loved telling her what to do, you loved seeing this more commanding side of her. You leaned in a little for her and she responded by gently pushing your head down. The moment her tip entered your mouth, you knew you were going to give in to anything she wanted. You kissed and licked around her tip, letting out an involuntary moan before opening your mouth wider to let more of her in. 

Mina grunted lightly at the sensation, tilting her head back and closing her eyes. She loved the way your mouth felt around her, and now she needed you, to claim you, to coat your mouth and throat with her seed. 

“Can I…?” she asked breathlessly, and you knew immediately what she was asking. She’d been training you over the last few months, stretching your throat, jaw, and retraining your breathing so she could fuck into your mouth endlessly without you needing to come off of her cock for a break or air. You were well on your way to becoming her perfect little toy. 

You nodded wordlessly, and Mina let out a heavy breath. Her grip on you tightened and she pushed you down further until your nose was up against the base of her cock. Your eyes watered a little but you invited her in, letting her fill and stretch you just the way she’d trained you. 

“Good girl,” she praised softly, using her other hand to touch your cheek reassuringly. She let up a bit and you proceeded to let her control your every move as she forced you to bob up and down slowly on her length. Sinking into a service-oriented headspace, it wasn’t long before you were drooling. The added wetness made it easier for you to glide up and down on her cock and filled the air with wet, lewd sounds while you continued to give her head. 

And Mina absolutely loved it. She loved the way you were so obedient for her, so willing to let her have her way with you. She loved how wet and puffy your lips became and the tears that threatened to spill from how hard you tried for her. 

“That’s it, just like that,” she said, watching her cock disappear into your mouth again and again. She continued to test your limits, pulling you back down to the base of her cock again before allowing you to come back up for a moment. Your warm, wet mouth felt incredible, but now Mina needed a little more. 

The next time you bobbed down on her length, she held your head in place. “Stay so nice and still for me, baby,” she breathed as her hips started to thrust slowly. 

You let out a muffled moan in response. This was your favorite part because you knew it meant two things: you had done well in working her up, and that Mina couldn’t hold back anymore. Her hips found a steady rhythm as she fucked up into your mouth desperately, her moans and pants becoming heavier. 

Her thrusts became gradually faster. Even though your jaw was starting to ache, you were at least at less risk of choking on her cock now because the more desperate Mina became, the sloppier she got. The couple inches that weren’t being shoved repeatedly into your mouth were in your hand now while you worked to jerk her off.

“Fuck,” Mina grunted. “Feels so good, just need to use you a little more...”

Her grip on the sides of your head tightened again and you really couldn’t move as Mina picked up the pace again. She was nearly incoherent now, murmuring half-completed praises to you as she tipped her head back. Her breath hitched and then hitched again as your mouth worked her closer and closer to the edge. 

Her praises trailed off altogether shortly after; the only thing you could make out was “fuck, yes, fuck,” and then she gasped. You took your hand away quickly and Mina pushed you down to her base as she came, thrusting violently up into your mouth. 

Your whimper was muffled and you swallowed what you could hastily. When she finally released her hold on you, everything you couldn’t swallow coated her cock while you bobbed shallowly on her length. 

You took your time cleaning her up, licking your way up her shaft and over her tip until she couldn’t stand it anymore and had to pull you up and away. She kissed you hungrily, unafraid to taste herself on your lips and tongue. Eventually she broke away from your lips, leaving appreciative, wet kisses down your chin and neck. 

“All better?” you asked, settling in to rest against her. Mina nodded, letting out a satisfied hum. “Much,” she said. She paused for a moment, then chuckled and touched the fabric of your costume lightly. “I'm lucky to have such an attentive nurse for the next six to eight weeks while I heal.”

#twice imagines #gp!mina #gp!twice #twice smut

[dellalyra]

CONGRATS ON THE 1.5k!!!!!!! that’s so exciting and well deserved :)) for your event can i request a gojo thirst about his slutty little black t shirt? (i’m still thinking about it god help me)

A/N: I need a cold shower I’m sorry this is so self indulgent bc I would drop down no questions asked for that man. Filled w smut - shameless really. Hint of a degradation kink nd Dom gojo but mostly the biggest warning is his slutty black shirt. MDNI

Sitting beside Shoko and Nanami, you saw your boyfriend come into the bar you all were meeting for drinks after work - he'd come straight from a mission and Jesus he knew what he was doing. All you can hear is blood running through your ears when he struts toward the table - he did this on purpose is all you can think. You think you’ve forgotten how to breathe and he lifts his arms, strong and defined in a wave. He wrestles the other two into a hug and then leans in, a large hand snaking around to hold the small of your back, leaning down to whisper ‘hey, princess’ with a kiss to the shell of your ear and oh do you shiver at the feeling on his breath on your bare neck. All you can do is look up at him with wide eyes and he smirks, in his glasses, you can see your own eyes - the pretty colour of them almost completely disappeared underneath the dilated expanse of your pupils.

He knows what he's doing.

You can see other women sneer at you, jealousy was palpable. He's always gorgeous, otherworldly in beauty.

But fuck, that makes him positively provocative, he looks like walking sin and hell has never looked more appealing to you. You manage about 30 minutes of chatter between your oldest friends, squirming in your seat with the uncomfortable feeling of your far too damp panties clinging to your heat and you'd swear your pussy had its very own pulse. Nanami left to go to the bathroom, Shoko to get a top up and Satoru wraps his arm around your shoulder, and the heavy feeling of muscles and heat emanating from him makes you whimper.

“Fuck Princess, I knew I’d get a rise outta you but I didn’t think you’d be that much of a pathetic whore to whimper in public.” He smirks, fingers dancing down your arm, eyes looking directly at you through your glasses.

“Fuck you, ‘toru.” You reply, closing your eyes and tilting your head up until a finger nudges your chin so you’re directly looking at him.

“You can if you want, sugar. Wanna hop?” He asks, laying a chaste kiss on your cheek.

“God, please, I need - home. Now.” You whine into his neck, leaving a kitten lick behind because you just can’t help yourself when he is wearing that.

He makes an excuse to Shoko and wraps his arm around your waist and you’re outside and then you’re home and in your room and he’s pushing you onto you knees beside the bed - and looking up at him through your lashes what you see could easily be a god.

His skin tight, black muscle tee is so fucking fitted that every crevice and expanse of him is highlighted in it’s shadows. His bulk, usually hidden in his uniform is fully on display like artwork at the Louvre and you’re there to worship him. To praise the masterpiece that is the way the sleeves hug his goddamn arms with biceps and triceps stretching the fabric to it’s very limit - bursting at the seams. His chest heaves with heavy breaths as the sight of you, in your pretty party dress, on your knees nearly knocks him for six. The definition of his back is easily seen in the mirror behind him, the planes of his abs are just calling for your tongue’s exploration as he lifts the hem of his shirt to bite between his teeth and slaps his long, pretty cock across your glossy lips.

“This what a fuckin’ T-shirt does to you? Christ, I wonder how much of a whore my cock’ll make you then, filthy fuckin’ girl. Now c’mon, might be nice to you if you suck me real good baby.”

#pixie needs a cold shower #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jjk x reader #jjk #gojo smut #gojo thirst #jjk thirsts

[prrtnrr]

((Putting in a new post bc i went crazy, so sorry for the info dump

character birthdates are released through the official art books for the persona games. Under the info for each character a characters Height, Weight, Zodiac (more on this later), Blood type (more on this later), and birthdate. I made this graphic to put all the persona users (plus nanako and her dad bc why not) onto a chart to share their bdays-

i got their bdays from the art books, theres some strange things i wanted to make note incase anyone else knows where to get the info bc i couldnt find it

Tatsuya Suou has a different birthday listed between p2IS and p2EP, i'm unsure on why, both birthdates still make him a leo tho.

p3 protags, p4 protag, and p5 protag do not have bdays nor blood types listed since theyre "silent protagonists", meaning the player is to project their own bday onto said protags

Aigis has multiple manufacturing and activation dates, i went with the month+year they were made.

Morgana, Teddie, Metis, Aigis, and Koromaru don't have much listed i assume its bc theyre not human.

This is the characters with official bdays organized by western zodiac signs, ppl use zodiac signs to test compatibility and personality types of ppl, similar to the myers briggs test?? thats the best example i can think of.

This is the characters with official blood types organized by blood types, in jpn theres a theory that blood types give a person a personality type and can be used for compatibility tests (like western zodiac but with blood). People with blood type A are seen to be highly organized, precise, and pay close attention to detail. People with blood type B are seen as easy going, honest, and bubbly. People with blood type AB are seen as a combo of both A and B and are generally "perceived as geniuses or psychos". Finally people with blood type O are seen as eccentric and seen as natural leaders. This is a very vague description of each type, I recommend doing your own research into it! its interesting!

Finally I organized each persona user under their birth year and birth month bc i think thats interesting.

I hope this helps! An amazing resource for any persona info is the SMT Fandom Wiki that's so well loved and constantly updated, if you need drawing ref or an abridged description of a character that is my go to resource. Another resource I love is The Cutting Room Floor, a website that catalogs cut content, debug info, and other general behind the scenes info. It has information for any game i've ever played, persona or not, like their Zelda game info pages are fucking incredible. If you have any interest in game design or how video games are made I cannot recommend this website enough, its so incredibly interesting! I know all this bc I got into the persona series in 2014/2015, idr the exact year but I was in school then, I've had almost a decade of time to absorb and collect info lol if anything i put down is incorrect pls lmk and ill fix it <3))

#phooey #< block the phooey tag if you dont want to see reblogs or ooc talking #((sorry to drop like 5 shit images i slapped together on you im just very passionate about this for some reason)) #((also katsuya suou and i have the same bday :) see if you have ur own bday buddy))

[leclerced]

Lando teaching Bunny how to give him blowjob. I dont know why but it came to my head and I can’t stop thinking about it? Like he would be so gentle for the first time and they still didn’t go all the way so she’s super self conscious and constantly tells him she’s sorry it’s not what he’s used to and that she wants to learn but he’s just so big it’s freaking scary to even think about blowing him and what about actually doing it. She tries and it’s not the best but then they go all the way and she’s feeling adventurous more and more so the next time she’s blowing him she asks Lando to just do it how he’d like it cause she can take it and then suddenly it’s their favourite thing to explore. Also I think that Bunny really likes giving blowjobs but it’s mostly for the elite people that deserve her mouth on their cocks? You have to earn it.

pls 😭

she doesn’t like the thought of it before meeting lando, anytime she thinks about it she gags. but then she’s giving him a handy and her mouth is watering while she watches her hand stroke him, and she’d bury her face in his neck to hide the blush that instantly covers her face and she’d ask if he’d teach her what to do but her words are muffled and he has to ask her to repeat herself before she pulls her mouth from his neck and whispers in his ear bc she’s too shy to say it any louder and he’d almost bust hearing her ask. he’d go silent bc his mind is thinking ab her mouth on him so she’d get nervous and say “never mind its fine we don’t have to if you don’t want to!” he’d immediately be grabbing her cheeks and kissing her softly, telling her she can do whatever she wants, he’ll show her anything and everything. he wants to do everything she wants to do.

they’d go nice and slow, she’s curious and learning so he just lets her lick and suck at his lip for awhile, getting used to the taste and feel of him in her mouth. even if it’s not great he’d be trying not to cum as soon as her mouth touches him bc he wants her sb. he thinks ab her constantly. after the first time he fingered her he can never stop thinking about how tight she was around his fingers and after he feels her mouth on him he’s just thinking ab fucking her even more. it gets better every time after that, she’d be so eager to please him and she trusts him more than she’s ever trusted anyone, and it becomes one of her favorite things to do pretty fast. she’d love hearing his moans and praises, telling her how good she is and how good her mouth is.

and yeah once they start fooling around w the grid i feel like she wouldn’t rly suck any of them off, it’s reserved for her bfs and her fav drivers on special occasions. alex bc she loves making him whimper underneath her and her mouth is her favorite way to make him beg for her. max and seb bc they like to fuck her mouth and she’ll let them do whatever they want to her just bc she wants to make them feel good. they’d have earned it bc they’d make her see stars every time they’re w her so she’s happy to suck them off bc she knows they’re gonna spend hours between her thighs in repayment.

#ask #anon #blindfold universe

[1-800-call-ria]

ria me and u are like this 🤞another chenle girlie on this app and let me tell u the brain rot for this man is not real like i will never shutup ab him like its 3 am and im thinkinh ab chenle liek he LOVE HAVING U CLOSR 😭😭like alwas has a hand on your thigh when he's driving also does the check the back thing bc he knows yo find it hot also always gives u aux no matter what ATP HE SINGS ALONG TO YOUR SONGS BC OF HOW MUCH HE GIVES U AUX like mark is like : dude can i play music and chenle is like: no yn alr has it 😭😭😭 be fkn fr so whipped also always stops for Starbucks no matter what he has ur order memorized down to the last detail😭💐❤️‍🩹 you have a space in his car w like hairties ur fav lipgloss a blanket makeup remover perfume one of his hoodies and ur fav snack I LOVE CHENLE I COULD TALK AB SO MANY FKN CHENLES IF U LET ME YOU WILL HEAR (more like read but any gays) EVERY SINGLE CHENLE THOUGHT I HAVE also pls lets be moots u seem so nice and cool🙏🙏

BF!Chenle thought #2

Hey Auri! You so get me 😞 the Chenle brainrot is beyond me, it’s like he reaches through my phone and grips onto my brain like his life depends on it. Literally past the point of delulu. AND THESE THOUGHTS?? Chefs kiss

warning: me being past delulu, fluff

You being the passenger princess without ever needing to ask. That’s it, that’s the post…

He’s literally cleared out his glove compartment just to have your stuff in there (he just stuffs everything in the middle console). You’re extra pads/tampons, hair ties, makeup, snacks are almost always in there. It has a decal that says ‘My Baby’ in tiny bold letters. The trunk is pretty much the same with one of your bags that’s filled with ‘Y/N essentials’ including but not limited to one of your (his) jackets, more snacks of yours and even an extra pair of clothes.

No matter who is in the car, you will always have the passenger seat. Chenle has literally kicked out every single member whenever they tried to sit in your seat.

“Jisung, nu-uh”

“Mark Lee. In the back.”

“Move Haechan.”

“Puppy boy…bad dog.” (he hasn’t said this but sooner or later he’s going to)

One time you jokingly said he should put a colorful/shiny decal of your name on your side like he did with the glove compartment. The next time you were in the car, you notice right on the step to get into the car in glittery pink is ‘Princess Y/N’. (He’s absolutely crazy for you)

As for having aux? One time you asked and he’s given it to you ever since. The members now realize he becomes a different man whenever you’re around especially in Chenle’s car. Mark asked once to get aux and he’s never been side-eyed so hard. Man literally hung his head in shame, that’s how mad that side-eye was. It doesn’t matter what music you listen to, he just lets you have it.

I’ve said before and I’ll say again.

CHENLE IS A PHYSICAL TOUCH AND WORDS OF AFFIRMATION GIRLY 🗣️🗣️

and in the car he would love having one hand on the wheel, and one on your thigh. (he makes me feral if you haven’t noticed) Multiple times you’ve told him to keep two hands on the wheel, it just makes him want to do it even more.

“Zhong Chenle, hands on the wheel”

“Y/N, no thank you baby”

The Starbucks order?? Nah every single place y’all have ever been, he’s memorized what you’ve gotten (more like written it down in his notes app BUT STILL). He doesn’t even need to turn to you and ask anymore, he already knows what you want. Unless you turn to him and say “I’m gonna order” he’s going to order for you because that’s just how he is. And if they get your order wrong?? The man is waving down the waiter/waitress telling them what they got wrong in your order. It could’ve been you said like extra onions or something and one look at your face and food he already knows. It’s embarrassing yes, but you get free food sometimes, it’s def a win-win.

It general he’s such boyfie material it makes me anxious and sick. I need someone like him frfr

#1-800-call-ria #nct #nct dream x reader #nct x reader #nct imagines #chenle imagines #zhong chenle x reader #nct chenle #chenle x reader #chenle fluff #chenle #nct dream fluff #nct dream

[chichis-interlude]

Hi, how are you? Before I started talking I wanted to say that I don't know if it's right because I'm using the translator, well I'm going to try to summarize my story in the void I discovered the empty state a year ago and in that one year I tried and every time I failed and I don't know what else I do, my first attempt was using a sub but I got scared and ended up leaving more so I heard everything or my surroundings and the other times I ended up sleeping!! I wanted to enter the empty state sleeping but I don't know how and I don't know if I. I can get into the void today tomorrow or later !! Help me, please

Hey baddiee 🫶🏾🫶🏾

So first of we need to understand WHAT the void is.

I'm @ this site bc that's where I got the info from before even hopping onto Tumblr but if u don't wanna go read it ill break ts down.

The void is a deep meditative state when your MIND is awake but your BODY is asleep and according to those who have entered it, it's the most peaceful experience they've ever had.

So now that we know what it is. How the hell do we enter it?

There are many many ways to enter this state and you can find soooo many ways to do so on Tumblr, personally I reblog a lot of ways to do so and not every method will work for everyone so you just gotta do a lot of them then stick with the one that you're gut tells you. "yh it's this one right here."

But there are sm that you just see complicating it and you're just so confused and lost because you'll be thinking 'you're preaching that it's easy to enter but you're here making a whole ritual? Babes bfr'

And it's so flipping annoying seeing this bc all it those is make them look like liars when in fact it CAN BE SO EASY. But its only easy when you make it easy. If you out it on a pedestal when the void IS IN YOU it'll be way harder to enter. Not impossible but way harder.

So first you need to remember YOU are the void, and YOU control ts it does NOT control YOU.

Now for the methods

I'm a simple person and I hate complicated methods bc it makes the void seem like flipping Jesus when it's in fact just...you.

For example this relatively new method byv@luckykiwiii101 the distraction method. Is basically just distracting yourself from the 3D by imagining ANYTHING. It could be singing a song in your head or a mental movie or you can be counting or affirming like it DOESN'T MATTER, as long as you're body ain't moving but your brain still working it's ENOUGH. Just anything that will distract you enough for your body to fall asleep because thinking a lot will make your mind stay active and awake (FYI it's better to do this in a sleepy state and if yk you're gonna fall asleep, sit up while doing it)

Like there's literally nothing to it?? Just lay down (or sit up) and try not to move then just be thinking ab random things like? It's so flipping simple yet it's almost gotten me into the void??? (but my ass got distracted 😭).

Lols that's all I got for you bbg but just remember you are, you were and will always be that b and when you're that b everything else just falls into place.🤷🏾‍♀️.

#law of assumption #affirmyourlife #desired reality #dream life #how to manifest #manifestation #subliminals #the void state #void #void success

[fatmasc]

Top surgery while fat!!!!

I got inverted T/anchor T top surgery on feb 13 2023 after many many years of wanting it. Heres some stuff i learned and dealt with over that process:

I live in a state where transgender healthcare must be covered by insurance according to state law. Despite this, i felt unable to try and bill through insurance. This is because the requirements for top surgery approval involve getting approved by a gender therapist who you have seen for at least a year and then getting approved again by the clinic you are applying to. Almost every trans person i know who did this had to reapply multiple times because theyre were rejected for unclear reasons. And if you get approved you are often waitlisted for at least a year bc there are only so many top surgeons in jn the state

Thats not even touching on how most surgeons have a low BMI barrier here, so i was more likely to be rejected by insurance through that alone (apparently the primary place ppl seek top surgery in my state has since changed this but it was too late for me)

I sought informed consent surgery (read: completely paid out of pocket) with a well-regarded surgeon. This guy was one of my least favorite people because his bedside manner was so dismissive and i was told to lose weight multiple times. If his nursing staff wasnt so awesome and i not so desperate i might have put off surgery to seek out another surgeon. This is a problem i have heard from multiple other ppl who seek surgery from him: he sucks but his results are good

On his initial application form, my surgeon lists his BMI barrier as 36. At consultation, he told me the hard cap is 40. I would be operated on if i was above 36 but turned away day of surgery if my BMI was 40. I spent the five months between my consultation and surgery date losing 30 pounds to make sure i could get this surgery

My surgeon is already able to charge a hefty amount because his practice is so well known, but that combined with a) recent inflation and b) his statement thay i would need an extra hour on the table and therefore more anesthesia meant i was charged even more! Compared to a recent quote from another person who saw him, i was charged about $1000+ more for my surgery

The operaton went without hitch and so far recovery has gone wonderfully. I was finished half an hour before expecred and the anesthesiologist only asked me if i have had past issues w anesthesia. As far as i can tell, my weight has had very little to do with that. It is super weird to feel nerves reconnecting but finally the way i look in the mirror matches the way i look in my head.

Im happy to answer questions ab top esp while im still recovering! Im still a little bewildered that its finally happened and i dont think itll fully hit me until i can actually get dressed on my own lol

#top surgery #transgender #.txt #weight loss tw

[oscpaistry]

can u write shy reader having her first time with virgil? like he’s all soft and always making sure she’s okay and she wants to do it? please 💓💓

Im so happy someone finally requested a Virgil smut/fic!

Your relationship was fresh, not having alot of intimate interactions together. You were sitting on Virgil's lap and kissing him slow, but deep. Moaning into each others mouth's. You grind on Virgil. You wanted to do it. Go full on and have sex with him. That would be the first time. Except from the times he ate you out or fingerd you. But today was the day.

His hands find your hips and gently rock them back and forth. You stop and look into his beautiful eyes.

"Virgil..." You said and sighed. Trying to build up the confidence to say it.

"Whats wrong? Did i do something wrong? Im sorry." He said while you laughed at his reply.

"No you did nothing wrong! I, i want to do ride you. Tonight." You whispered almost to yourself. He didnt answer. You look up and see a smile on his face and his eyes wide open. But still a soft spot in his face.

"Are you sure? Are you ready? Not to boost my ego but im really big. I dont know if you could handle it." He said while he felt himself getting harder thinking about you riding him.

"If we are slow, i can handle it." You said while cupping his face and give him a tender kiss on the lips, his hands tugging on the hem on your shirt.

"May i?" He said while breaking the kiss. You nod and he took off your shirt. You sat shirtless on his lap. You always felt insecure with your other boyfriends, but with Virgil. He made you feel special and loved. He always cared about your feelings and made you feel like a princess.

"Gorgeous girl, what a pretty girl." He praised you and you felt yourself heating up. You smiled and hid your face in your palm if your hands.

"Dont hide your pretty little face, i want to see your flustered face." Virgil said while taking your hands into his hands. You smiled and removed yourself from his lap. You asked him to remove his sweater and pants. He sat there in his boxers. While he looked at you, you began to kiss his chest, then his abs and then just above his waistband. You look up and asked him to remove his boxers. His dick sprung out and slapped against his stomach. He let out a low groan.

You took off your panties, Virgil's stare burning into your body. You went back onto his lap.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Are you okay with this?" He asked in a worried tone. You really dont deserve such a kind man. You nod at him and grab his shaft and stroke it for a few seconds.

Then you line yourself up with his shaft and slowly go down. His hands finding you hips and grabbing them as if you were going to break in half if he let go. You stoped for a few seconds and let a few breathy moans out. He asked if you were okay and u just nod. You slowly go down, now having him fully buried into you.

He started to rock your hips back and forth. You obeyed and rocked with him. He let go. Groaning and praising you.

"Am i doing this right?" You asked with a insecure tone in your voice.

"Mhm, just like that baby. You're doing amazing." He replied and started to squeeze your thighs. You started to go faster. Your hands on his chest. Then he grabbed one of you tit and started to squeeze it lightly.

"Jezus, alsjeblieft." He moaned. His beautiful dutch sending you to the edge. But still able to go on for a little while. ( Jezus, please.)

You felt his cock twitch inside of you. His eye were locked on your pleasured face.

"Does my good girl like it?" He asked.

"I love it daddy" you moaned out.

That one word was enough for Virgil to buck his hips into you take over. The room filling up with pornographic moans and skin slapping sounds. His feet digging into the mattress and his hands on your ass. He went a little bit more rougher but still gentle. Not wanting to hurt you.

"Call me daddy on more time and ill cum inside of you." He groaned out. Your back arching and your boobs in his face. He started to suck in your nipple. Biting on them gently.

"Daddy, please. Im gonna cum." You moaned out and let go. That was it for Virgil. He let out a loud moan, eyes glued shut, head lulled back and toes curled. You felt his seed deep inside of you. Both of your cum mixing together as Virgil slowed his actions.

He finally stopped and let you rest on his body. He felt your thighs trembling and started to get worried.

"Was that good? Was i too rough? Im sorry." He asked and rubbed your back.

"It was amazing. I loved it. I even loved it more when you started to get rough." You replied with a few shallow breaths. You finally got your strength back and lifted yourself up to see Virgil's face.

You pecked a kiss on his lips.

"Lets get cleaned up, were a mess." He giggled. He picked you up in a bridal position and took you up to the bathroom.

"You can let go, baby. I can stand." You reassured him. He let you go and let his hands go to your hips. Seeing if you really could stand on your own.

He let go and let the bathtub fill up with warm water. He took a face cloth and two towels.

When the bathtub was full he took your hand and both of you went into the bathtub. He sat behind you and took the face cloth. He dipped it into the water and went to your sensitive core. You started to gently clean you. You let out a few gasps but then relaxed against his body. You slowly closed you eyes and fell asleep.

Im gonna leave it there bcs im tired. Its 2:41 am🤭. I got some help of a very special person! Thank you!🫶🏼

#football smut #virgil van dijk #smut #virgil van dijk smut #liverpool #so hot 🔥🔥🔥 #hot daddy

[musubiki]

i wanna know more ab the m34th finding out lime’s relationship to the cat witch bc id be like 🧍‍♀️ if i were them just kinda pissed

UHGUHGU THIS IM NOT SUPER SOLID ON!!!!! but i will talk about what i have in my head right now!!

so much potential in every route....one route would be: they recruited him under the assumption he wanted the cat witch for some kind of revenge (because witches bad. why else would one want to look so desperately for them), and is essentially ignorant of his relationship to her. UNTIL we get to some point where for some mission/reason/other, they find out about them.

in my head i see that episode going as: another member finds and hunts down mochi (a fight she almost loses, and a good time to showcase what the m34th can really do). when lime arrives to a near-exhausted mochi backed into a corner, said guy (whoever, one of the more sadistic members) is like "Goldwood! Look, I found her! That stupid bitch of a cat witch has been hiding in the capitol all along! You wanted first dibs right? Now you can do what you want!" anyway lime dismembers this guy. legitimately cuts him off mid-sentance (literally cuts off his arm. i want a cool scene with this asshole clamoring for his life, and lime reveals for the first time to anyone in the m34th that hes vowed to the cat witch before unaliving him)

and when some other members of the m34th arrive (far after that guy is dead and lime has taken mochi away somewhere safe), they start to deduce "Huh... these clean cuts were made by one of our weapons." and slowly over the course of a few days as the investigation into their fallen comrade progresses, it becomes increasingly clear how wrong they were about lime

this also leads to a fight between lime and the other members of the m34th (whoever was on-call in the capitol at the time. SOS emergency mission, someones gone rouge). a fight mochi wasnt apart of, as it started to go down as she was still covering. also a fight that marshal, clarinette, and the squad captain all turned and sided with lime right before the fight

(it was marshals idea. lime was ready to kill every person who tried to get to mochi, but before lime could get his hands dirty, marshal swooped in with the idea of "If we erase their memories of it, we dont HAVE to kill them, and your girlfriend wont be upset with you for it.") (side note: the m34th has a memory-replacement system similar to the memory replace spell witches use. its a little more complicated as the memories can be stored and retrieved with some kind of tech something, but if you can destroy those as well then its like it never happened)

between lime, marshal, clarinette, and the squad captain who covers for all of them, this actually does end up succeeding. (another sad moment for clarinette, helping a roughed up lime limp his way home and having to watch mochi run into his arms again after she just helped save his life)

BUT THE OTHER SCENARIO ALSO HAS A LOT OF POTENTIAL WHICH IS:

(under the same pretense they thought he was after revenge) the m34th knew where the cat witch was the whole time. they couldve easily helped him find her within weeks, but purposely kept him in the dark because they thought if he got what he wanted, he would lose motivation and wouldnt be as good a soilder (this route is better for showcasing the true power/reach/resources/spirit of the m34th)

in a subplot related to the frog witch, mochi gets summoned to the capitol palace by the king to find his missing son, the prince. none of their resources have been able to locate him, so the king figures the strongest witch is the next best bet. then their best m34th soilders (lime included) gets assigned to "watch" her during her mission under the orders of "i dont care how you feel, you arnt allowed to kill her until she finds the prince," and they have to spend the whole time pretending they hate each other and that they never met before in their lives

at the end, the prince is eventually found and mochi requests that if the m34th is going to keep watch over her, that lime be the one assigned to her since she knows him now post-mission. and lime has to pretend to be like "ah hate that cat witch, but this is for a paycheck and shes not super insufferable...so...fine." and so lime being in her guild is still in the dark to the rest of the m34th, but they DO know that he sees her at least semi-regularly with the "check-ins" (which gives birth to the "Cant believe you got seduced by a witch" things hehehe)

EITHER WAY I DONT KNOW YET

#bpp #text #lore #beta #I DONT KNOOOOOW SO MUCH POTENTIAL #or we could do both #the frog witch/prince subplot first and then limes confrontation with the m34th some time later #in either case he never gets kicked out #we need him in there to help get them to join to fight with the witch king at the end