#hey if you know me irl and you see this please ignore it. Idk if I can hide a post from specific people so please pretend you didn't see it

[luviemax]

karma! (begin again part 3)

a/n: last part maybe??? idk... anyway here's song inspo -> oscar piastri x female!reader, ex!carlos sainz x reader, reader doesn't have a faceclaim

warnings: for plot's sake let's just pretend the mclaren in the earlier part of the season wasn't garbage... major irl divergence ig, logan being soooo america luver, logan being a great wingman :), more plot than being a smau... be forwarned, lily erasure... i'm so sorry i love her, all pics frm pinterest

part one, part two

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"Are you sure you don't want to walk in with me?" Oscar asks you. Again. It's the weekend of the Miami Grand Prix, after the break following the Azerbaijan race. Oscar seems to be excited to get back on track, especially with you accompanying him to the race. "Oscar," you begin. "Yes?" he gives you a cheeky smile. "If you ask me one more time I think I might just smack you." "Noted." Oscar barely has time to respond before Logan is bursting through the doors of the hotel room.

"Home race baby!!!" Logan announces, plopping himself onto Oscar's unmade bed. "You seem to be..." You take a moment to find the words, "jubilant." "Hell yeah!" he smiles, "red white and blue baby!" Oscar simply gives him a brief glance with a quirked eyebrow over his shoulder. "Whatever. Let's get some lunch," Oscar grabs the keycard from the bedside table and opens the door for you, "ladies first." "What a gentleman," you tease as Logan follows closely behind you, "what're we eating?" "Burger," Logan states. There isn't any debate from you or Oscar, "but please don't tell my trainer..."

As the three of you approach the restaurant, Logan insists that you sit with Oscar, which is odd as he typically likes to sit next to you. Oscar told you that he had come clean to Logan about the whole fake-dating situation, and apparently, Logan had taken it quite well, and was completely on-board with the whole "get revenge against Carlos!!" campaign.

The three of you eat in a relative, comfortable silence. It's something that comes after so many years of friendship. "We better head to the paddock now." Oscar states, slapping his hands on his knees. "Roger that. See y'all on the paddock." Logan waves, making his way out. "Wait... how's he gonna get there? Didn't he come with us..?" You make a perplexed face at Oscar, eyebrows furrowing with concern. "Ah, it's fine," Oscar waves your concerns off, "don't worry yourself about him, love." For some reason, despite you swearing that you and Oscar's relationship was purely platonic, the pet name he'd used for you set ablaze a slow, yet surely burning flame in your stomach. Nevertheless, you just ignore your feelings, because the two of you are just friends, right?

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logansargeant: home grand prix LET'S GOOOOOO!!!!

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"Seriously? Are you kidding me?" your outrage is apparent from the tone in your voice. "I'm sorry ma'am. If your pass doesn't work, I can't let you in." The security guard gave you a pitiful, close lipped smile. "Okay then, that's fine." Perhaps a little too passive aggressively. Yes, you were frustrated. But then again, at least he's doing his job properly? You pulled out your phone from your bag, and dialled Oscar's number. Almost immediately, after 2 rings, he picks up the call. "Hey, what's up?" "They aren't letting me in. I think there's something wrong with the pass." You informed him, and you can hear a little shuffling from his end. "I'm on my way."

You let out a silent sigh of relief when you see Oscar's familar figure approaching the security guard. "Hey mate, I think there's been a misunderstanding. She's with me." Before the guard can even respond to Oscar, he gently grabs your hand, interlocks your fingers with yours, and taps his pass on the reader to let you into the paddock. As soon as the two of you step into the paddock, you hear the unmistakable click of cameras flashing. Fuck.

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f1wagsupdates: McLaren driver, Oscar Piastri, is seen with longtime friend Y/N Y/L/N months after her split with Ferrari driver, Carlos Sainz! This is the first time we've seen Y/N on the paddock with Oscar. I suppose that the 'mystery man' in her soft launches on her instagram page is no longer a mystery!

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Carlos is fuming. He swears that he's about to combust. He was having a... decent day. He was starting at P3, which was somewhat decent. Could've been better, could've been worse. Then, he's scrolling through Instagram in his driver room, and the post he sees makes his stomach drop. How could you move on so quickly? Not only that, but shove it in his face too by coming to the paddock? It'd been short of 2 months since the two of you split. Yeah, maybe he'd moved on himself, but it wasn't the same. He'd been seeing the girl for something like 5 months now. Nevertheless, how could you have moved on so quickly? His mind was racing. It feels like salt in the wound when he sees the TV stream pane to you in the McLaren garage. Y/N Y/L/N, Oscar Piastri's partner. He feels rage churn in his stomach, how could Oscar steal what was his? But he no longer has time to muse. It's time to race.

"It's lights out and away we go at the Miami Grand Prix!" Crofty's voice filled the garage, the raw enthusiasm and passion in his voice made apparent from the volume of his voice. "Carlos Sainz gets off to a poor start!" Martin Brundle exclaims, a hint of a wince in his voice for what could've been, "Oscar Piastri, on the other hand, is absolutely flying! The rookie gets off to an excellent start, overtaking everyone, climbing to the 6th position! Ahead of him is Carlos Sainz, with the gap between them being 5 seconds."

Everything is relatively peaceful, up until lap 15. Max has worked himself up to the first position, and really, is anyone shocked? However, the gap between Carlos and Oscar becomes smaller and smaller, and truthfully, you're kind of nervous for the inevitable.

"And-" Crofty begins, "Oof!" Crofty and Brundle both wince at the same time. Audibly, there's a loud screech from Mark Webber in the background. "Oscar Piastri attempts to take the inside line but Carlos Sainz doesn't relent! And Sainz pushes Piastri into the gravel, and Piastri spins off the track into the barrier! That looks like race over for Piastri. The race stewards are now investigating the incident." "Are you ******* kidding me?" Oscar scoffs, bewilderment apparent in his voice through the radio. "What is this idiot trying to do?" Carlos yells over the radio, accent thick and upset.

Crofty's voice is drowned out by the sheer panic that you feel. Is Oscar okay? You attempt to ask the McLaren pit crew, but all of them seem too preoccupied with the recent news of the collision, and they look to be equally as preturbed as you. However, in a moment of pure relief, you see Oscar climbing out of the car, seeming unharmed. He gets into the Medical Car, presumably on the way back to the garage. A Safety Car is called to the rest of the remaining drivers. "And that is a 5 second penalty to Sainz, presumably served in the pits if Ferarri makes a good call." Brundle states, with a hint of sass in his voice. Obviously, he was quite tired of Ferarri's shennanigans.

You hold your breath as the Medical Car approaches the McLaren garage. Oscar climbs out, looking relatively unharmed. Only angry. He storms into the garage, rapidly approaching your direction. He grabs your arm and drags you into his Driver's Room.

"Oscar-" your worry is drowned out when he slams the door of his Driver's Room and presses his lips onto yours. The kiss is sudden. Rough. Angry, even. But Oscar's always been cool. Calm, even. But there's nothing cool or calm about this kiss. It's filled with fire and passion. It makes you flush and blood flows to your cheeks. When the two of you part, you're both breathing heavily, and he pulls you into his chest. His arms are warm and he swears that he was made to hold you. He drags you onto the sofa, and instinctively, you crave the warmth of his body and curl into his side, peering up at him, quite shyly.

"Hit your head too hard?" You tease, stroking his face gently with your fingers. "If anything, it only brought me to my senses," He strokes your hair, making you croon with satisfaction. The tone of the room begins to shift, "You were made for me, you know that?" You say nothing in retaliation. You're speechless, but not in a bad way. "When I spun out, I thought of you. Who takes care of Y/N if I get hurt?" Oscar muses, peering down at you lovingly. "Hmm... I think Logan wouldn't mind filling your shoes...." You tease. "Hey, I'll kick you out." Oscar retaliates, but begins talking seriously again, "Every day, I wake up, and my first thought is you." "Did you crash into Carlos as revenge for me?" You chuckle. "Hey, if anything, he crashed into me. I swear, he has a vendetta against me. But just so you know, I'd go down defending your honour." "So cheesy," you hum, running your fingers through the short strands of his hair, "If anything, I'd be mad too. You pried his girl from his hands and made her heart yours."

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yourusername: karma is the guy of my dreams coming straight home to me!!!

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oscarpiastri: a dissapointing end to today's race, but at least i've got my girl with me <3

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logansargeant: guys. i was literally MADE for this day. like. anyway... here's the compilation of pictures i've collected from over the years 😇

oscarpiastri: i had no idea you took these... -> logansargeant: of course you didn't you were too busy paying attention to her

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user1: omg couple goals 😭

user2: sleeping on the street tonight.

user3: oscar and y/n please adopt me

private chat: carlos sainz:

carlos sainz: y/n, are you fucking serious????

you: she can't come to the phone right now. she's busy.

this contact has been blocked!

#oscar piastri #oscar piastri x reader #op81 #oscar piastri smut #carlos sainz #carlos sainz x reader #cs55 #carlos sainz smut #f1 x reader

[charmercharm3r]

Hey!!!!!!????!! Just thought I would let you know that you hurt me ok??!?!!? I was totally heartbroken with the first part of water and I kept thinking "it isn't real, Minho is ok irl" but then second part fucking killed me like how anxious he felt when she was only looking at Hyunjin 😭😭😭 I'm so sad please I beg you to make a chapter spin off where he find happiness away from the selfish reader.

Or you can just tell me he found someone nice that took care of him and healed his broken heart idk I just need some closure.

(I'm really just really sad because you wrote it so well and it really got to me, its ok if you want to ignore this ask since you already wrote 2 parts for this history. If you feel like doing it take your tame I'm not in a hurry. Also english is not my first language so if I sound rude it's not my intention)

Can I be anon 🐱?

hi lovely! i’m so so happy to hear that you liked water and catch 22 !! sadly i don’t think i’ll write anything to continue it…

however i like to think that minho finally moved on, it just took a long, long time. as in, he tried the throuple and absolutely hated it. he’s a very possessive person and just couldn’t stand sharing! did he move out? yes! does he still hang out with hyunjin? also yes! but he purposely avoids gatherings when mc is attending because it still hurts a little :( but he likes seeing mc happy and tries not to hold a grudge for choosing hyunjin. but he also hopes that your relationship crashes and burns for putting him through that, and that hyunjin comes to his senses, too. who knows, maybe he’ll find someone that can reciprocate those feelings he had. maybe he already has? idk, his new roommate has been making his tummy flutter a loooot lately..!

thank you again for reading! if it’s making you sad, then that means i did something right :) i think that was my only super angsty fic, so lemme just self promote all my other stuff cus i can’t write angst for shit! thank u for the feedback! i love hearing your thoughts!

#momo’s mailbox #feedback: water #feedback: catch 22 #stray kids #stray kids smut #skz smut #🐱anon

[pink-booty-butts]

Pranked (Jamie Winton x Reader Smut)

Pairing: Jamie Winton x fem!Reader

Word Count: 5,455

Summary: You and Dave low-key ignore Jamie and he is sad

Warnings: SMUT. Minors go away please!! Size kink?? Reader talks about Jamie’s massive dick a lot cos she’s a mood. Handjob. Oral. Fingering. The whole shebang. Kinda basically soft dom Jamie cos I’m lazy irl #sorrynotsorry

A/N: WHAT’S UP GANG, IT’S JAMIE JANUARY!! I wanted to write kinda jealous Jamie, but i think he just ended up being insecure lol. i really hope there’s not any major grammatical errors cos i’m tired of re-reading this lmao. This is very self indulgent bc I relate to Dave on a spiritual level and would wanna prank Jamie with him all the time :D i hope you all like it! <3 (also tagging @demontoucansam​, idk if i should make a taglist?? lol)

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“Alright, I think that’s the last of it,” Dave declares as he pushes the trunk of your car down to lock it. The two of you high-five in the driveway, giggling at the thought of what Jamie’s reaction to your prank might be. Before you have time to come up with hypotheticals, you see Jamie’s car coming around the corner. You panic and quickly shoo Dave inside.

“Act natural!” you warn. You both run to the living room couch after slamming the front door closed, practically jumping on it to assume casual positions before Jamie walks in. Dave turns the TV back on and you grab two video game controllers, nearly knocking Dave in the face when you toss his over to him. You hear Jamie’s keys jingle in the door right when the two of you start up another match. You glance over to Dave who is looking at you with a similar expression; pure relief that you were able to get everything in order just in time.

“I’m home,” Jamie announces while taking his shoes off. You continue your match while providing exaggerated commentary, hoping to keep up the illusion of having been doing this for a while. Though the two of you have only been at it for a few minutes, both of you are extremely competitive and get sucked into the game instantly. Hearing your voices, Jamie makes his way into the living room.

You see Jamie sit down next to you from the corner of your eye, his thigh brushing yours as he does so. You smile in his direction and are about to say something to greet him, but  you are interrupted when Dave shoves your shoulder with his in an attempt to break your concentration.

“Hey!” you laugh. You flick your eyes back to the TV screen without saying anything to Jamie; intent on beating Dave as payback. You narrow your eyes at the screen and press the buttons furiously.

Jamie’s face falls. He knows you’re probably not intentionally ignoring him right now, but it still stings. He chalks up his sensitivity to having a stressful day at the bank and hopes that you will spend time with him later. He puts his hands on his knees and stands up, but not before giving you another hopeful glance. You don’t see it—still immersed in your video game—and he feels another blow hit his chest. He starts feeling self-conscious about you and Dave having fun and him being sad and clingy, so he decides to leave the room before ruining the mood further.

“Ha, I won!” You express triumphantly, pushing Dave on the shoulder as retribution for his shove from earlier. Dave laughs and falls back against the couch.

“That’s cause you cheated,” he accuses.

“Oh my god, how did I cheat?” You ask defensively. “If anyone cheated it was you, you literally pushed me!”

You argue with Dave for a while about the technical details of your video game match. Once your verbal sparring starts to get more heated, you stop and realize Jamie isn’t in the room with you anymore. Dave is about to victoriously declare his success due to your speechlessness, but stops himself once he realizes the reason why.

“Where’d he go?” you ask Dave, though you’re facing away from him and peering around the living room entrance. Right when you ask that you hear a squeaking noise coming from the bathroom, letting you both know the water was just turned on. You turn your head to look at Dave again and he gives you a guilty look. “I’m gonna...” you start awkwardly, standing up and pointing in the direction of Jamie’s bedroom.

“Yeah,” Dave replies quickly. “Go do that. I’ll deal with this,” he gestures to the mess in the living room. Though you had only been playing games for a few minutes, the living room was a bit of a disaster with bags of chips and empty cups on the coffee table. The two of you hadn’t pranked Jamie in a while, and as such it took a lengthy brainstorming session to get the creative juices flowing. Both you and Dave thought your current prank was genius and were baffled that you hadn’t thought of it before, but now it only contributed to your nervousness as you worried about Jamie’s sense of humor if he was upset.

You walk past the bathroom and go into Jamie’s bedroom. You sit on the edge of the bed and look around, trying to calm yourself down with the familiarity. There were a lot of pictures of the two of you around his room, and some of your clothes were lazily strewn about. Though Jamie was a neat person, he typically didn’t mind your clothes being all over the place for some reason. Despite this, you decide to stand up and organize them into a pile, giving you something else to focus on as you waited for him to come back into his room.

Jamie walks into the room with a towel around his waist but stops at the threshold once he sees you in there. You are facing away from him, folding your clothes and stacking them on his desk chair. He looks down at the floor before speaking.

“Are you leaving?” he asks worriedly. You jump at the sound of his voice and turn around to face him.

“No, of course not!” you exclaim. “I mean, unless you want me to. But I just thought I’d clean up a bit.” You fiddle with your fingers as if they’re the most interesting things in the world, and Jamie leans against his doorway. You notice his mournful expression, so you decide to speak again. “Are you okay? Did something happen?”

Jamie tenses at your question, not wanting to admit his true feelings. Though his sour mood began at work, walking in and seeing you and Dave together reminded him of the thoughts he’s been ruminating on for the past month or so. He knows you and Dave would never do anything to intentionally hurt him, nor would you cheat on him, but sometimes he felt left out when it was the three of you together. You and Dave just clicked in ways that Jamie didn’t understand sometimes, despite him knowing Dave for much longer than you. It was a feeling that has been persisting for a while, but he still didn’t have the courage to talk to you about it. A week ago he asked Dave if he ever got into arguments with you, and when Dave told him he couldn’t recall any, Jamie felt even worse about himself. Jamie got into small arguments with you now and then, did that mean you weren’t compatible?

He worried if he asked you about it you would realize that perhaps you did have feelings for Dave. Or even worse, you would realize Jamie was boring compared to you and Dave, and you would seek out someone who could better match your energy. 

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he smiles, though you can tell it’s forced. “Just had a bad day at work.” He pushes himself off the doorway and walks into his room. He closes the door, and when he’s facing away from you he shuts his eyes tightly to prevent tears from falling. He blinks them away and hopes you don’t notice.  

You sit down on the edge of the bed, some of your anxiety dissipating at hearing you aren’t the cause of him being upset. You can still tell something is off though, so you try to press the matter gently. “Do you want to talk about it?” you ask hesitantly.

Jamie mistakes your hesitant tone for annoyance and shakes his head when he faces you. It stung, but your question made some other feelings arise within him. Maybe this is why you and Dave got along better; because neither of you talked about your feelings. The two of you were more prone to burying your emotions behind fake smiles and silly jokes, something that annoyed Jamie to no end, but maybe he needs to put more effort into being less sensitive about things.

“No, I’d rather not,” he lies. He feels bad, but maybe if he pretends to be okay, he will be. Fake it til you make it and all that jazz. He can’t help wanting to be close to you though, so he walks towards you and sits down next to you. His hand reaches towards your own hands sitting in your lap, but he pulls it back, feeling unsure of himself. He tries to play it off by pulling at the fuzz on the towel around his waist. “Can we cuddle though?” he asks hopefully. Then he remembers you and Dave were in the middle of playing a game, and he preemptively tenses at the fear of being rejected again. “Unless you and Dave are busy…” he trails off.

You chuckle at his request. “Of course we can cuddle.” You scoot closer to him and wrap your arms around his neck, light water droplets falling onto your hands from his damp hair. You bring your face closer to his and give him a quick kiss on the lips. “Who cares about Dave? You’re my boyfriend, Jamie. You’re my number one priority.”

Jamie smiles and wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him. He buries his face in your neck; hoping if he gets closer to you physically he can get rid of his anxious thoughts. You wrap your legs around his waist and fall backwards onto the bed, pulling him with you. Jamie lifts his head from your neck to look down at you, relieved to see you smiling at him. He didn’t have to talk about it with you. As long as you kept smiling at him like that he could pretend those feelings didn’t exist. He shifts his body closer to the head of the bed so he was laying down fully, and you follow. Jamie wraps his arms around your back and rests his head on top of yours, closing his eyes contentedly. You wrap your arms around his waist and tangle your legs with his, which ended up being slightly difficult due to his awkward towel placement. Your nose is pressed up against his naked chest and you enjoy the fresh smell of his body wash, while he delights in the comfort of your embrace after a long, grueling day.

An impatient knock on Jamie’s bedroom door startles the two of you. Jamie opens his eyes quickly but doesn’t move from his position. You’re about to lift your head to investigate, but he pulls you closer into him to prevent you from doing so.

“What?” he yells at the door, annoyed at being interrupted.

“Sorry mate, just wanted to let Y/N know she left her phone on the table,” says Dave’s muffled voice. Jamie clenches his teeth, standing up abruptly and stomping over to the door. He swings it open forcefully, snatching your phone from Dave’s hand and slamming the door in his face (You hear a small ‘ow’ as a result). He slaps your phone on his desk before pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration. You lean on your elbow and lift your upper body to look at him from the bed, startled by Jamie’s display of anger.

You swing your legs over the side of the bed carefully, wanting to assess the situation. You take a few, short steps toward Jamie. Once you reach him, you place your hands on his biceps. You look up at him, giving him a concerned look that he can't yet see. He sighs and lets his arms fall, opening his eyes to look at you.

“Talk to me,” you demand softly. Jamie’s heart clenches at the anticipation of his worst fears about to come true. He looks away and stares at the wall, not able to face you.

“It’s-it’s nothing,” he stutters, biting his bottom lip in an attempt to control himself. Tears prick at the corners of his eyes, and his hands move to rub them away. You beat him to it and grab his face, forcing him to look at you again.

“Tell me what’s wrong,” you whisper. You were worried, you have never seen Jamie like this before and you didn’t know what to do about it. You drop your hands from his face to his hands, tugging him towards the bed to sit down. Once he does, you sit down across from him slowly, not wanting to give the impression that you are impatient for him to respond. Jamie looks down, a tear rolling down his cheek as he avoids looking at you.

“Do you… like Dave?” he questions, his voice cracking. Your eyes widen in response. Though his question could suggest friendship, his reaction said it all. Suddenly, his behavior over the past few weeks all made sense and you had an epiphany. How did you not notice this before?

“No,” you answer. Jamie’s watery eyes shoot up to look at you in response. “I mean, as a friend yeah, but not like that. I can’t believe you’d think that Jamie, that’s gross,” you joke, trying to lighten the mood. Maybe it was inappropriate considering the circumstances though, so you attempt to explain yourself. “He’s like a brother to me. I mean, can you imagine? Well I guess you’d have to, to be thinking like this. But that relationship would be a complete nightmare. We’d burn ourselves out, get on each other’s nerves way too much, and probably kill each other. If we had kids, we’d probably lose them in the grocery store and go to jail.” You continue rambling and Jamie chuckles, feeling relieved at your honesty and attempt to cheer him up. He places his hand on your thigh and rubs gentle circles into your sweatpants, causing you to stop. You place your hand on top of his reassuringly and bring your other hand to his face once more. “Sorry Jamie, I hate to tell you this but you got stuck with me after our first date.”

“Do you mean that?” Jamie asks, still slightly anxious. His other hand comes up to hold yours to his face, and he squeezes it gently to reassure himself that this moment is real.

“Yeah, I do,” you smile, gently caressing Jamie’s cheek with your thumb. “I love you, and I don’t want to be with anyone else. Much less Dave,” you exaggerate your face when you say Dave’s name to a look of disgust, wanting Jamie to understand how horrible you find the insinuation that you would be romantically interested in his best friend.

“I love you too,” he murmurs, relaxing against your hand. He looks at you lovingly, feeling guilty that he ever thought you would leave him. “But I don’t think you give yourself enough credit. You two aren’t that irresponsible.”

You let out an insincere laugh, amused by his statement. “The only reason we’re not that bad is because of you, Jamie.” You maneuver yourself into Jamie’s lap and hug him tightly, holding onto him like a sloth on a branch. He wraps his arms around your waist to prevent you from falling.

The towel around Jamie’s waist does little to hide his growing erection. He blushes, and you pull your face back to look at him. You grin and wiggle your hips in his lap. You press your lips against his and Jamie reciprocates eagerly, causing him to harden beneath you even more. You pull your lips away, wanting to observe his facial expressions. His eyes are still closed though as he relaxes in the warmth and security of your presence.

“I can’t believe you were jealous of Dave, of all people,” you giggle. Jamie’s eyes shoot open, and he blushes further.

“I wasn’t jealous,” he tries to defend himself, not able to meet your eyes with his own. You pull his chin up to face you again.

“Oh you so were,” you insist. “You have nothing to be jealous over though. You're the most handsome man I've ever seen, also the kindest and most thoughtful. Sometimes I start crying because of how amazing you are and I can't believe how lucky I am. I want to hold you forever and never let go,” you tell him as you slowly reach your hand between the two of you, splaying your legs out for easier access. "And besides your other amazing qualities, you’ve basically got God’s dick between your legs.” You look up at him with a raised eyebrow, stopping right before you touch his length. He nods eagerly, and you start stroking through his towel slowly.

Jamie blushes even more; his face and neck beet red after your praise. “It’s not that big,” he responds honestly. He spreads his legs open further, allowing you to reach more of him. Once he knows you won’t fall from his lap, he leans back on his palms, biting his lip at the feeling of your hand on his cock.

“It definitely is, Jamie,” you smile. “Literally every time we have sex I can’t walk afterwards, so I’m not sure where you got the idea that you don’t have a giant monster penis. I’m not complaining though.” You then reach between both layers of his towel to touch it directly and he gasps in response; his head tilting back in pleasure. You lean forward, causing Jamie to fall against his bed. You lick your palm before wrapping it around his cock, and move your head to his exposed neck to kiss him there. You start stroking him slowly, wanting to savor the moment. He moans quietly, closing his eyes tightly. You start moving your hand a bit faster, wanting to push him over the edge, but he stops your hand with his. You lean your head over his to look down at him questioningly.

“Wait,” he breathes out. “I want to make you feel good first.”

“You don’t have to do that Jamie,” you reassure him. You think he’ll let it go and allow you to continue, but he wraps his hand around yours tighter to prevent you from moving it.

“I know,” he starts. “But I want to. Please?” He looks up at you with pleading eyes and your heart melts, despite your growing arousal for him. You loosen your grip around him, and he lets go of your hand.

“…Okay, if you insist,” you relent. Jamie grins triumphantly, lifting his torso to lean against one of his forearms. His other hand comes up to the side of your face and he gently pushes you to him, allowing him to kiss you. He leans back and pulls you with him, before flipping the two of you over quickly so he is on top of you. You gasp at this and Jamie slips his tongue between your teeth, roaming your mouth passionately. You feel Jamie undo the bow of your sweatpants in a swift motion before he pushes them down your legs. Once he gets them down to your knees you kick them off, helping him remove them. Jamie then presses his erection against your clothed entrance, and you briefly wonder how his towel is still on after all of this.

Jamie tangles his other hand in your hair, pulling you closer towards him as he continues kissing you. His other hand travels along your side to the hem of your shirt, tugging it upwards so you get the hint. You do and lift your body so he can take it off of you. The two of you separate your lips so he can do so, and his eyes travel down your almost naked body appreciatively. His eyes crinkle from his smile; admiring you like it’s the first time he’s seen you like this. You blush, and his eyes flick back up to your face. He starts kissing you again, gently rolling his hips against yours, causing wetness to pool between your legs. The texture of the towel against your naked legs is a bit weird, but it strangely added to the pleasure building in your core as it rubbed against the wet spot on your underwear.

Jamie’s mouth traveled from yours down to your neck, kissing you there. You feel him nip and suck at your neck a few times, slowly and hesitantly at first. You moan when he sucks your neck harder, blushing with the knowledge that he was definitely going to leave marks as the pace of his mouth grew quicker and more passionate. You don’t have time to ask him about it though, as the thought completely left your head at his next question.

“Do you want my mouth first, or my fingers?” he whispers against the shell of your ear, breathing heavily. You weren’t sure if it was the heightened arousal making Jamie sound more confident, or maybe you were just hearing things, but his deep voice made you blush. Seemingly in an attempt to encourage an answer from you, you feel one of his hands travel between your legs, stroking your entrance through your underwear.

“I don’t…” you trail off, not able to choose between the two. Jamie grins against your neck, pleased with himself and the effect he has on you. He removes his hand from your underwear and moves both of his hands to your breasts, massaging them through your bra as he dips his head down to kiss you again. He wriggles one of his hands between your back and the mattress to unclasp your bra, allowing him to remove it from you. Both of his hands move to your nipples, twirling them gently as he waits for you to continue your sentence.

“That’s okay, I’ll pick for you,” he assures you after you fail to provide him with an answer. He shifts his body down the bed, lowering his face in between your legs. He wraps his arms around your legs, holding them open as he gives your clothed pussy a few slow licks. He moves one of his arms so he can hold your legs open with just one of them, using the other to pull your underwear off. You shiver at the air against your most sensitive part, but you don’t have time to even think about closing your legs again as Jamie dives his mouth back down. His free hand goes back up to your breasts, teasing your nipples gently with his fingertips. He brings one of your legs up onto his shoulder while pressing the other one down, allowing him to lick you directly without you suffocating him. Not that he would mind, of course. He circles your clit with the tip of his tongue and alternates between that and long, slow licks. You writhe beneath him, and though Jamie feels slightly guilty for the bruises you might later have from him forcing your legs open, he’s made it his mission to pleasure you as much as possible today.

Jamie look at your face purposefully, studying your reactions as he continues eating you out. From your perspective, it’s a strange mix between slightly embarrassing and mostly arousing. His wide brown eyes are looking up at you with complete innocence, yet his tongue is working filthily and methodically against your core, having memorized exactly how to have you a complete mess beneath him. As he continues his unrelenting pace, and the two of you share eye contact, your first orgasm hits you. Jamie licks at your wetness eagerly, enjoying the sweet taste of your release. He separates his mouth from your core and sits up, allowing you to see some of your wetness trailing down his chin. He wipes it away with the back of his hand and then proceeds to lick it off. You watch as Jamie slowly sucks his fingers, closing his eyes as if he just had a delicious meal and wanted to savor every last taste of it.

He readjusts himself to kiss you again and you taste yourself on his tongue. The same hand he just licked moves to plunge a finger into your core, causing you to whine. Jamie pumps it in and out of you, starting slow but increasing his pace gradually. He inserts another finger to scissor you, wanting to hopefully prepare you for later. You moan into his kisses, which cause his fingers to stutter or stop occasionally, but he resumes his pace every time.

Wanting to make Jamie feel good as well, you move your hand in between the layers of his towel again. When he feels you stroke his length, he freezes in place. He leans back, bringing his free hand to yours and pulling it away.

“No,” he chastises softly. He intertwines his fingers with yours, before bringing your hand up to the side of your head, pining it against the mattress. He continues fingering you and leans in to kiss you, but you stop him with a finger to his lips.

“Why not?” you ask him quietly. Now it was your turn to feel insecure. Were you bad at it? Did you hurt him earlier? Your eyebrows furrow in confusion and concern, but Jamie is quick to notice and explain himself.

He glances down towards your finger on his lips, then back at your eyes. You remove it, allowing him to speak unobstructed. “I want to focus on you right now,” he tells you honestly. “I love you, and I love how you make me feel, but if I let you touch me there I’m going to forget what I’m doing.” He slowly pulls his fingers out of your wet entrance, before pushing them back in and continuing his movements. His thumb moves to your clit, circling it slowly. “Is that okay?” You nod, but notice Jamie doesn’t seem satisfied with that.

“Y-yeah,” you manage to say, moaning again as he increases the speed of his hand slightly. Jamie smiles at you, lowering his head to kiss you.

His lips part from yours and he whispers to you, “Okay, I’m going to... put it in now.” He lines up the head of his cock with your entrance, and as he enters you his face moves to your neck. You feel the heat radiate from his cheeks, letting you know he is blushing profusely. Though Jamie's confidence when it came to sex had increased significantly, he was still a bit awkward when it came to talking about penetration for some reason.

“Jesus Christ, you’re huge,” you whine in between shallow breaths. “Every time I think I’ll get used to it, I’m proven wrong,” you whimper, closing your eyes tightly. Despite doing his best to prepare you for him, you still feel a bit of an uncomfortable stretch as he slowly pushes himself into you. Your back arches as he does so, and you moan loudly as your walls clench around his length. Jamie nips and licks at your neck once again in the hopes of helping you relax for him. Once fully inside you his cock twitches, but he keeps himself still as he waits for your approval. One of his hands moves to one of your breasts to circle your nipple; trying to provide you with pleasure as he waits for you to adjust. You feel like his size affected your brain somehow as you feel your thoughts disappear, but you eventually manage to speak again and say, “You can move now.”

His thrusts start slow; wanting to ensure he’s not causing you any pain. As his pace increases he begins breathing heavier, expelling hot breaths and quiet moans into the crook of your neck.

“You feel amazing Jamie,” you disclose to him, wanting to make up for the lack of providing him with physical pleasure. “No one’s ever made me feel as good as you do.” You practically yelp out your last sentence; some of the words slurring together into a jumbled mess. After that declaration, you feel a few of Jamie’s thrusts become rougher. Your whimpers become louder as a result, and once he notices he quickly goes back to his pre-established pace.

“Do you mean that?” he asks, lifting his head from your neck. His chest swells with pride at the thought that no one had pleasured you as well as he does. Perhaps it was a sign that you would never leave him, and maybe you’d even agree to marry him someday. Jamie’s mind started swirling with possibilities of your futures together, and—as he got lost in his daydreams—his thrusts became rougher once again.

“Of-of course,” you brokenly moan. You bring your unpinned hand to the wet hairs at the back of his head, pulling his face towards yours and smashing your lips against his. That was the last straw for Jamie. As he moans into your mouth between kisses, his pace increases exponentially, as if he was no longer capable of controlling himself or his body. His thrusts are hard and desperate, a change from his usual preference of slow and gentle love-making. He didn't want to hurt you, but the love he feels for you is deep and vast and intense; and his body is hell-bent on displaying the extent of it to you. Though his lips whisper ‘I love you’, his body is screaming: ‘Don’t leave me’.

“I love you so much,” he breathes into your mouth once again, as if they were the only words he remembers how to say.

“I love you too,” you respond, and—seemingly with perfect timing—your orgasm decides to spill forth. The hand on his neck limply falls on the bed as your orgasm floods your body, the pleasure coursing through you causing you to forget basic motor functions. Jamie moans at the sensation of your walls clenching around him, and after a few more thrusts, he comes as well. He collapses on top of you, wrapping his arms and legs underneath your body before flipping the two of you over so you were laying on top of him. He holds your exhausted body to his tightly, bringing one of his hands up to stroke through your strands affectionately. As the two of you catch your breath, the hand that was once in your hair grabs the sheet underneath you, and he pulls it over your still-connected bodies.

“By the way,” he exhales, panting a few times before starting his next sentence. Your eyes are closed as you recover, but you swear you can hear a smirk in his voice. “Mind telling me where all my clothes have gone?”

You slap a hand over your mouth to prevent a laugh from spilling out. “Uh, what do you mean? Your clothes have disappeared? Wow, that’s crazy! I wonder how that happened?”

“Right," he says, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "So you’re telling me you had nothing to do with it?” he asks, bringing his hand to your back to start stroking along your spine.

You place your hands on his chest, resting your chin on them so you can look at him. “Of course I didn’t! Wow Jamie, you have such little faith. Dave and I haven’t pranked you in ages, what makes you think we’ve come up with something today of all days?”

“So the boxes filled with clothes in the back of your car are definitely not mine then?” he asks, grinning at you with satisfaction.

Your face falls flat on his chest, and you groan. “How’d you figure it out?”

“You left your keys in the driveway,” he recounts. “I stepped on them, and the trunk opened. You should really keep them in your pocket, you know.”

“I know, I know,” you laugh. “I can’t believe I was bested by a set of keys again.” Jamie stops his fingers against your back, choosing to wrap both of his arms around your waist tightly.

“So, what do I win this time?” He asks gleefully. A while ago you and Dave had established a rule that if Jamie figured out your prank before it was finished, he’d win something. Typically it was something easy like paying for drinks or movie tickets, but it depended on the severity of the prank.

“Ya know, we hadn’t talked about it yet,” you laugh nervously. “We were going to after we finished, but then you came home and I came in here so…” you explain awkwardly, motioning your hand around his room. “I can ask him later though.”

“Actually,” Jamie starts, smiling confidently as his hand trails down to the back of your knee and pulls it up towards him. “I think I’ve got an idea for my reward.”

#jamie winton x reader #jamie winton x reader smut #jamie winton fanfiction #jamie winton fic #jamie winton imagine #x reader smut #x reader fic #x reader imagine #ymata fanfiction #ymata imagine #you me and the apocalypse fic #you me and the apocalypse fanfiction

[pkmnnursecass]

Ciao!

Hey there Rotomblr! I saw some of my coworkers talking about this app, so I decided to try it out! Name’s Cassidy, but you can call me Cass! I’m a big fan of She/Her pronouns, so use those for me if you'd please! I’m an aide down at that new Pokémon Center in Freezington, Galar. Nice to meet everyone!

Here’s my Trainer Card and a pic of me! Hope you can see them- I still have no idea how this site works lmao

Anyway, I'm from Castelia City in Unova! I spent a few years studying abroad in Kalos, and now I'm working in the Crown Tundra at the new Center they set up! I loooove astrology, cooking (especially curry), reading, movies and cardgames!!! I still don’t know a lot about Pokémon, but I’m good at taking care of them! I hope so, anyway. Lemme talk a little bit about my own!

Valentine - Ribombee: my first partner! I caught her when my family was vacationing in Alola way back. She's soooo adorable, and helps me out at the Center a ton!!

Chime - Chingling: my second Pokémon! I found him while studying in Kalos. He's more like emotional support for me, honestly. He's just as cute as Val!

Chansey: I got her from my employer (which I guess is the region???? Idk). She's very cool, and I think we work well together!

Lumi - Metang: Lumi was given to me by a friend in Kalos! They don't understand Galarian very well...and I'm no good at Kalosian...but I think they like it up here!! And they help out a lot!!!

Cheri - Spritzee: My newest team member!!! I caught her in Hammerlocke during my vacation (it keeps happening lol) She's super sweet!!!

That’s all for now! I can share my dreams and aspirations later, lol. Feel free to talk to me about anything- Pokémon, life, good recipes, movie recs, card games…like I said, anything!!!! It’s real lonely up here in the tundra, so any interaction is welcome!

Ciao! 🩷

(OOC stuff under the cut \/)

Update 1/7/24: Decided to update this, to offer more information and just generally be less cluttered! Also got rid of Cass' middle name, because that was lame and I forgot about it

Howdy! This is a Pokemon IRL Blog run by @skrelpson. As such, there's a major unreality warning for all of it! This blog runs off of mainly game/anime canon, with a sprinkle of headcanons throughout! Maybe I'll talk more about that later. idk!

Rules .｡.:*☆:

No NSFW! I am a minor, as of writing this. I'm also just generally uncomfortable with that subject matter. If you send any asks in that nature, you'll be blocked.

Magic Anons are off! They'll probably stay off, too. Just not comfy with that...yknow yknow

Pelipper Mail is on...ish! You can send things in, but please nothing like surprise gift Pokemon. Cass isn't equipped to deal with that right now! I will just ignore any mail that doesn't really jive with what's going on.

This is a low stakes blog! Cass might get into minor events, but for the most part it's just chill vibes in the tundra.

Speaking of, if you'd ever want to include me in some sort of RP (again, mainly low-stakes!), feel free to DM me! Just like specify what's going on. My writing RP skills are kinda rusty, but I can make it work! :]

Sapient Pokemon and the like can interact!

Basic DNI critera- Transphobes, racists, anti-seminists...etcetera...

In general, I'm not a very outgoing person. I gotta work up a lotta courage to try and talk to people! Especially people I don't know! And it might take me time to respond to a reblog, message, etc...it doesn't mean I don't want to interact! I'm just terrified of being online :p

Any ask game I reblog will be permanently open!!! Feel free to send in asks for any of them. Since that sounds a little daunting, here's a list of all the ones I've reblogged! Just PLEASE please please please include the question and not just the emoji...PLEASE

(I'll update this like...once every other month or something)

Find Out the Little Things!

Press A to Interact (This one doesn't really have a name? Ack sorry)

Roto Leak!

Pokéblr Ask Game

Curry Ingredient Ask Game

Assign a Pokémon Ability

Favorite Pokémon for Each Type

Sharing Story Aspects You're Excited For (I would label this one Pen(ny) for your thoughts if I wasn't a coward)

The ID was made using Pokecharm’s legacy Trainer Card Maker

The Picrew can be found here: [Link]

PREVIOUS ARCS (+Tags!)

The Lime Water Saga - a joke arc about Cass putting too many lime slices in her water bottle. Can be found under #lime water saga

Vocational Vacation - Cass tours Galar! She visits landmarks, takes pictures of ponies, and doesn't see the northern lights. Found under #vocational vacation arc

#pkmn irl #rotomblr #pokeblogging #pokeblog rp #unreality

[xjoonchildx]

Hey Ana! Um, this is going to be a long ask, and it may be kind of stupid and if you choose to ignore it that's totally fine too - it's just that I'm feeling very lost and I can't talk to any of my irls about this, and since your blog is a comfort place to me and you give me very comforting big sister vibes, i thought I'd come here for advice.

So I started my master's degree about three months ago, and i immediately made a big group of close-knit friends, including this one dude that I developed a massive crush on. Crushboy and I have since become very close friends, we sit together in class almost all the time, I save him a seat on the bus, we remind each other to have meals on time, we've worked in multiple group projects together, we've fussed and scolded each other when we both fell sick one after the other, you get the idea.

None of this helped my crush on him, and I still like him a lot. All of my other friends (they haven't met him) who I've told about him think I'm being an idiot and i should ask him out.

Here's the problem: he's hot, and he knows it. He's worked hard on his body, and understandably, he's been very vocal about wanting to be with a girl who's as into fitness as he is. I am... literally the opposite lol. I've been a fat girl my whole life, tried multiple times to get fit but it's never quite worked out. The only thing in common his fantasy girl and I have is curly hair. I had just about made peace with the fact that I'll never be the model type, and just about started feeling comfortable in my body, but because of this my anxiety about my figure has jumped back up again.

I'm never going to tell him I like him because I know that'll break our friendship, so that's out of the question. I guess what I'm asking advice about is whether or not I should continue being as close to him. I value our friendship too much, but I know it'll hurt watching him dating around, and I'm scared of seeing him fall in love with someone else.

At the same time I'm anxious that I'm irritating and annoying him by trying to be so close to him, and that one day he'll just yell at me and break our friendship anyway. He's already pointed out the fact that I constantly touch and pick on his hands, so I've stopped doing that (I'm very conscious about physical touch, and I'm only touchy with people i feel comfortable with, so this was a huge deal for me).

Idk, I'm just exhausted :/ - crushed anon

crushed anon!

as an only child, please allow me to luxuriate in your compliment about big sister vibes 💕💕💕

okay, so first -- i want to congratulate you on the work you've done in your master's program. that's a major accomplishment and i hope you're patting yourself on the back as much as i am.

it sounds like you have a really great interaction/relationship with crushboy. leaving the romantic aspect out of it, it's great to have a supportive friend who you can lean on through what i'm sure is a stressful time.

i don't know enough about your situation to be able to know if there is more than friendship between you and crushboy, but it certainly makes sense that you would feel that way about him given what you've told me here.

the number one thing i want you to accept -- no matter what happens with crushboy in the future -- is that being plus-sized or curvy or whatever term you want to use absolutely does not stop you from being attractive. i see attractive people of all shapes and sizes on IG getting love from people all over the world. they carry themselves with confidence and rock the bodies they have and you know what? other people see it and love it.

this idea of a fantasy girl/guy is just that -- a fantasy. it doesn't necessarily translate into real life wishes and wants. i come on here and regularly simp for a man who's 5'10, 110 pounds soaking wet but my IRL guy is 6'4, 225 pounds and i assure you i am very attracted to him 🤣 don't be discouraged by this idea of a dream woman or man, because what we love/appreciate in celebrity culture isn't necessarily what we want in our own personal lives.

i think it's very likely crushboy is attracted to you. there are probably a lot of things about you he appreciates, beyond your friendship. and while i can't know if he's attracted to you in a romantic way, i want you to accept that he absolutely could be -- despite his fitness level and yours.

there are so many pieces that make up the whole and they all play a part in how we feel about the people in our lives.

i'm glad that you said that you're becoming comfortable with your body and i think your confidence (and obvious smarts!) are only going to grow.

we (speaking to myself here, too) are often our own worst critics and i promise you, the version of us other people see is probably much kinder than the one we see in ourselves 💕💕💕

#anagrams 💕

[trentcrimminallybeautiful]

Hi, so I'm the anonymous ask lol, which feels silly in hindsight so if we can ignore that lol, I'd appreciate it :D

Idk, I basically just started getting back into writing post-graduation since I actually had mental space for it, and I've really enjoyed the interactions I've had with people in the community on AO3, but I'm not great at those interactions either I guess? Or maybe I just feel silly haha, but I'm trying to do better at reaching out and joining community spaces :)

That's really helpful, though! I'm trying to do better at just letting myself exist without feeling weird/hyper-critical about what I post, which is why my Tumblr/AO3/Discord aren't linked to my irl social handles, but sometimes the public-ness of AO3 is hard for me to overcome, if that makes sense? I always feel bad for not responding to people as much or reaching out, but I'm doing my best :)

Anyway, I really appreciate this! It's helpful to hear for sure. You're genuinely one of my favorite writers in the community, so the encouragement means a lot.

it's not silly!!! but obligingly, i pull out a forgetinator and blast myself in the face with it. ignore what? what were we talking about?

anyway, OMG HI!!!!!!! hi hi hello hi hello hello hi!!! imagine just a million heart emojis everywhere because HI!!!!! your fics are. SO good oh my god. genuinely just so fuckin good. and now you're in my inbox. WOw. flapping my hands like a demented seal.

im glad!!! im gonna graduate soon (undergrad/uni for me) and i can understand how the relief might make a better headspace for writing--although i'm going straight to grad school so we'll see if i get anywhere on that front. sigh.

but oh my god i totally get what you mean. i have no idea how to make social interaction on purpose, i generally just let people come to me. i used to joke i don't start conversations but end them (by prolonging them for so long the other person runs away, rip). but hey!!! look!!! it's working!!! you've stumbled into my TRAP!!! (the trap is social interaction with me) (i mean this so light heartedly i swear) ANYWAY my point being i'm also not great at interactions, i think, and i feel very silly trying. i feel silly even messaging in the discord, and i actually know some people there!

also, yeah, ao3 does feel so public, i get not wanting to feel self conscious--also oh my god please don't connect your irl accounts to ao3/tumblr. i mean i wouldn't judge anyone who does but holy shit i'd explode. also it seems like a recipe for disaster probably, esp bc the internet and people knowing your irl info and etc. but like, if anyone i know irl, or like, employers or something, saw my silly gay porn, or worse, the memes, i think i'd just have to turn into bats. pack it up boys we're bats now (<- my braincells). god forbid they find out about gertson. (that's an inside joke that's not even from this blog don't worry about it.) ANYWAY i also like. mmm i should respond to comments more but i have so little energy (uni...) that i usually don't unless they specifically ask me something or need a response for some reason. i get the struggle.

i'm glad it could be helpful at all!!! also i need you to know i read that and did the Autism Full Body Wiggle Of Happiness. i do not know how to take compliments but i sure can try. especially, again, coming from YOU, one of MY favorite authors in the fandom,

#THE MOST RECENT FIC! #THE DICHOTOMY SERIES! #I KNOW THAT'S ALL OF THEM BUT THEY'RE ALL SO GOOD! #askbox #i think i literally sent the most recent one to the discord like EVERYONE READ THIS NOW

[alicepooryorick]

Hey, I’m reaching out to you in an ask so you don’t have to share this publicly if you don’t want to. I know you probably didn’t mean any harm, but I’d recommend deleting your post about Oracle!Jason because it comes off as unintentionally sexist and ableist. Idk how familiar you are with The Killing Joke, but in comics there’s a long-standing issue regarding the “refrigerator woman.” When a woman is “fridged” in a comic, it means that she is the victim of something horrific (i.e. torture, rape, murder) but the storyline focuses only on how her experience affects the men around her, with no regard for how it actually affects her. The Killing Joke is one of the most infamous examples of this, because Babs’s assault is very graphic and sexualized, but the narrative is focused on how her father (Commissioner Gordon) and Batman are affected, not her. (For more information on fridging, I recommend this, this, and Gail Simone’s website, which coined the term.) Following the events of The Killing Joke, Babs’s character was discarded for several real life years. Her reemergence as Oracle is important because it allowed her to reclaim her trauma and reframed the narrative; she was no longer a victim, she was a survivor. I know that, at first glance, Babs’s assault and Jason’s murder can seem comparable because they were both at the hands of The Joker, they were both senseless acts of violence, etc. but the sexual nature of Babs’s torture and the lack of respect she was given as a character before she reemerged as Oracle separates these stories. (Also, I’m not disabled, but it’s my understanding that the word “crippled” is offensive.) I know you probably didn’t mean any harm, but sexism and ableism are really big issues in comics (and irl), and it can be easy to lean into unconscious biases when you aren’t fully aware of the harm your words may cause. I would also urge you to read The Killing Joke, it’s a tough read but it’s important to experience it firsthand in order to fully understand just how far the sexism and ableism go. There’s an animated movie adaptation from a few years ago, but it’s worse than the graphic novel (there’s an unnecessarily added rape scene) so I’d avoid it. Feel free to respond to this message or ignore it as you please. My DMs aren’t usually open, but send me an ask and I’ll message you first so we can talk about this further if you have any questions.

Hi there, first off thank you for bringing this to my attention. I really appreciate it.

Looking back now, yeah. My choice of language is bad. I'm not fully sure why I chose crippled over any other word that's FAR better. Nothing really to say there but sorry. Even as someone physically disabled that word isn't like faggot. It's not going to get better.

And yeah. I've never read the Killing Joke in its entirety. Alan Moore himself said in an interview he wishes people would not read it because he thinks it's a really bad book that has to many issues. But maybe after this I will go read it. I knew it was a horribly awful book, for godsake it's about the assault physical, sexual, and mental of Barbara and her father. All to get rid of Barbara Gordon from the role of Batgirl.

I agree I had bias here, this isn't the first time I've said shit unintentionally about Barbara Gordon. If you look back far enough there's probably still some posts I made lamenting that she didn't become like Marvel's Silhouette. I'm not proud of those either. And now that I look at it, as much as I do think the idea of seeing how two of my favorite characters swapping positions and how they'd interact with eachother's position... It's the same as my old posts about Barbara and Silhouette. It's pretty hurtful.

And again, thank you. I really appreciate your kind words while explaining the issue. It really helped, and I hope you have a great rest of your day <3

[pandaspwnz]

I basically had years of hope snatched out of my hands and run through the shredder yesterday and I don't know how to cope. I don't want to cope, because there's no reason to, but I also have to? Idk it's fucked and I'm being vague because it's not something I can talk about, but I don't know what to do. I feel simultaneously such an immense devastation and yet also kind of numb? I really don't know what to do. I don't know what to do long term, I don't know what to do short term, I don't know what to do in general. I wish I was somebody else or no one at all.

#hey if you know me irl and you see this please ignore it. Idk if I can hide a post from specific people so please pretend you didn't see it #I just need to vent somewhere and I don't have anywhere else but I can't talk about it with people irl #Anyway this post is not unusual I guess? I post about being bummed out all the time. This is different. This is just so heavy #I'm not seeing a way out of this one and I don't know what to do about that. I wish I could just skip to the end of all of this cause what's #the point really? Not in the grand scheme of things I don't care about that but just me as an individual. I'm clearly not meant to be here #and even if I was it's just so miserable that I don't want to be. I can't do anything about it right now but I want off this ride #and by that I mean I don't strictly speaking want to? I want to be happy and to be loved and fulfilled but I don't see a future of that ever #happening for me and that it's being weighed in the other direction is just maddening? I don't think I'm a bad person or that I deserve this #but then again nobody deserves it? But I just wish I'd get some of the energy or w.e back that I send out so I wouldn't spend the majority #of my life being practically incapacitated by how my head does or doesn't work. I want to be normal and happy and I'm neither of those #things and I'm just so hopeless and alone and I keep coming back to this in different intervals and different intensities but I wish it just #at least wasn't getting consistently worse #and so I don't really see it ever getting better anymore and pretty much my last hope of that fizzed out yesterday so yeah that's where I'm #at now. just not really knowing what to do or how to cope and unable to deal with it the way I want for now. I'm just devastated I guess. #anyway sorry for this post if you read it and it bummed you out or anything. Please don't feel obligated to interact with it or with me #like I said I just need somewhere to get this out and I don't really have any other options #Rant #Suicide tw #My post #Mini rant #Sorry

[tounacasserole]

hey! i hope that you're doing well and that you're looking after yourself :)

i was wondering if i could get wakasa x reader headcanons where reader is diagnosed with depression and they have no motivation to look after themselves, so they just stay in bed for days. wakasa looks after them, physically and mentally, and he makes them feel loved. vry fluffy. if you need more specifics, please message me !

idk why i thought of this but ok- defo not pushing irl onto this

feel free to ignore this if u don't wanna write this

-ray :] 🐟

DUST BUNNIES

wakasa helps you deal with life and its turmoils. gn!reader.

warnings: themes and descriptions of mental health issues (depression), hurt/comfort, mentions of food, not proofread, title is kind of misleading, one mention of dust bunnies is at the ending and that's it, my poor grammar, cursing

requested by: @raysano!

word count: 583

notes: RAYYY HI i hope you're good and taking care of yourself as well :) ty for requesting i love writing doting waka

life isn't perfect—wakasa knows that all too well.

so given your recent diagnosis, he pays closer attention to you and any second of his spare time is dedicated to you. he’s nurturing and patient like how he always is, uncaring for the schedule he had planned for the day when he woke to the sight of you next to him, staring up like you could burn a hole through the neighbours’ floor above you with still, bleak eyes.

“i’m here, sweetheart,” he assures you, over and over as he envelops you in the warmth of his arms to shield you from your own thoughts that were swallowing you with a gaping, ravenous maw. “i’m here.”

wakasa almost never calls you by anything else that wasn't a royal title or something relevant to that because he always makes you feel like royalty when he’s with you despite how busy he may seem. after all, royalty deserves the best. but you were more than just a figurehead on a throne: you’re his partner, the love of his life. and he’s your partner too, the love of your life—not a loyal subject to do your bidding.

so when he calls you a different affectionate term, he knows it makes you feel extra loved in his arms while humming softly, spending an extra hour or two in bed than you both normally would because one; morning snuggles are a must, and two; fuck normal morning routines.

when he begrudgingly rises out of bed to go make brunch even with his unkempt bedhead, he’ll request for you to change into one of his larger shirts folded on the dresser. plain white, with the faint smell of him and his cologne because he knows it reminds you of him—a small reminder that he’s there, he’s real, and he’s here for you.

wakasa smiles warmly at you upon seeing you in his shirt, scrolling idly on your phone when he brings you your favourite breakfast food on a tray as your eyes widen slightly at his return with a homecooked meal. that’s the spark he always loves.

when you both are finished eating, he’ll ask if you want to go out for a bit because some fresh air does good for the soul—if you do, he’ll take you around the block hand in hand, chatting idly about mundane, everyday topics and maybe stop by the small pet store down the road to really bring out the sheen within your dusty soul.

but if you don't want to go out, you both stay inside and he brings you out to the living room. he understands your decision, and draws the curtains to let in a few specs of sunlight to do some small crafts—embroidery, painting, whatever you feel like—with your favourite show or playlist playing in the background, anything to preoccupy your mind.

oftentimes you ask if he had anything planned for today, sometimes to which he’ll say yes but quickly add that any plans for the day were more important than you, even if you don't believe that to be true.

before you can even think it, wakasa will always, always reassure you that you are never a burden on him as he caresses your face—he chose to stick with you, he wants to stay with you, and being there for you just to see a smile creep out from your teeth is worth the trouble, because nothing is ever perfect in a world of dents, cracks, and dust bunnies.

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[sluttbuttsstuff]

For the prompts, 49 with doppio? >:3 Idk what it is about him I just look at him and think “oh you’re NEEDY needy, huh?”. Thank you so much, you’re a really good writer! :)

No problem buddy, thanks for the request! >:3

Warnings: not sfw, dubcon/noncon, abduction, dark themes, yandere, etc.

Also, my requests are still open, if anyone else is interested!

Enjoy!

Yandere prompt with Doppio, “You want me to fuck you…? Would that make you happy? Would it make you love me?” afab reader, dub/non con

All you wanted to do now was go home. You had had a long week at work, your parents were nagging you again, and to make things worse you had a headache that would not go away. After an exhausting day that began before the sun was out, and ended after the sun had set, you certainly deserved to do nothing more than go home, eat some junk food in your comfy pjs, listen to a podcast while you took a bath and pampered yourself, and maybe jerk off before bed. Unfortunately, you had a “girls night” tonight.

Your friends (your IRL friends at least) complained that you never went out with them anymore (nevermind that whenever you suggested doing something with them, or wanted to chat or text on the phone they were busy) and had forced you to go clubbing with them to celebrate the three-day weekend ahead. You weren’t much of a drinker, and really weren’t much of a dancer, so you had been given the purses to hold while you waited for them to be ready to go home.

You wrinkled your nose in frustration, glaring into the blurry screen of your phone looking at the late time: this was unfair. You were a hard worker, kind to a fault to those around you, and you deserved better than this. Sitting in a corner of a crowded club, everyone in the place having a great time except for you, tired and alone. At least in your apartment, you chose to be there, and at least no one actively ignored you: places like this just pointed out the flaws you hated about yourself more: you were bad with people, and easy to ignore.

Once one of your “friends” stumbled over to the group’s table, you left them with everyone's purse, mumbling you were going to the bathroom (you didn’t know if she heard you and you didn’t care) and left before anyone could stop you. You stumbled your way to the restroom in heels way too high for you to walk in, trying to clean yourself up and find a quiet place to text your goodbyes so your friends wouldn’t worry about your sudden disappearance. Leaning over the sink counter, you wiped a makeup smear off the corner of your lips, noticing a second too late someone behind you.

“Hey, there’s another sink-” You began to say to the blurred figure way too close to you, before a sudden eruption of pain hit the side of your head, and you were out in a flash…

The next time you regained consciousness was several hours later, but it was still dark when you opened your eyes, trying to remember what happened and where in the world you were. The stale cigarette smell, the unreasonably cold ac, the bedsheets starched so strongly that the sheets felt like plastic- this was definitely a motel. But where, and how long had you been here? As you began to sit up, you heard a surprised, timid voice.

“Oh, thank goodness! You’re awake, I was beginning to worry about you! Hold on, don’t move so suddenly, i’ll help you sit up.

Sure enough, as you started moving, your head lit up with painful throbbing that made last night’s headache seem like nothing in comparison. You grit your teeth and clenched your eyes shut, trying not to groan in pain.

“What the hell happened to me last night?” you grunted through your teeth, rubbing your temple as gentle hands helped slowly sit you up propped against cushions.

“Haha, you had a lot of bad luck last night, running into my boss. He was waiting for...an employee in the restroom and thought you were sent after him. He’s a bit paranoid, and he may have...accidentally clobbered you.” The voice apologized, gentle as he handed you what felt like a glass of water.

You forced yourself to open your eyes; it was still dark, but you could tell it wasn’t because of the time of day but rather a lack of light and closed curtains. You looked at..you looked at the person in front of you. Like whoever had attacked you last night, they had long pink hair, braided and side parted. Their eyes were green and wide, and they looked particularly juvenile with a crop top and freckles. They were on the smaller side, perhaps even shorter than you (hard to tell from while on the bed) and their eyes were crinkled in apprehension, like he was afraid you were going to hurt him.

“Erm, don’t worry though, I talked him out of doing anything too..extreme, after all I'm his right hand man! Besides, you seem like a perfectly nice person, I'd hate to see anything bad happen to you. Sorry, I'm rambling! Umm, do you want something for your headache? You were groaning in your sleep, I'm sure it doesn’t feel so good right now-” He went on and on, pulling out some painkillers to take with your water.

After thanking him, you were about to swallow the pill before pausing, looking at the strange man who’d taken you to a remote hotel after his boss had nearly killed you. Sensing your suspicion, doppio exclaimed, “Oh, don’t worry, they’re safe, name brand painkillers! Um, hold on, lemme just-” And he made a show of popping some of the pills you were holding into his mouth and swallowing, sticking out his tongue and opening his mouth to show you he’d ingested it.

Satisfied, and more importantly in a lot of pain, you took some of the pills yourself, much to the relief of the pink haired man.

“Oh good, thank you for doing that! I was so worried watching you asleep, you’ll feel much better now! By the way, my name’s Doppio, it’s a pleasure to meet you! Oh! And I know your name’s y/n because you had your purse and ID on you! Haha, sorry for going through your purse, I was just hoping to find any info on you that might be, you know, important.” he sat on the bed, scooching closer and closer to you.

You cleared your throat, unsure of what to say, and the watchful eyes of Doppio doing nothing to make you feel better.

“Well, um, thank you, Doppio. I appreciate you, um, saving me? Sorry for any inconvenience, I'll just, um-” You try to get up to leave, only for Doppio to place a hand over your leg.

“Don’t go! What, I mean, what if you hurt yourself? You probably have a concussion, and also you haven’t had breakfast? We could eat together and-” Doppio stammered, grabbing your hand and stroking it with his sweaty, cold fingers.

You had to stop him, before things got out of hand.

“Thank you, Doppio, it really was very sweet of you to take such good care of me, but I-”

“Please! You don’t understand, I mean-” Doppio fumbled with his words, clearly trying to make you stay at all costs.

“Doppio, i can’t stay here forever, i need to go home. My friends are probably worried about me by now.” You tried to press on, you didn’t want to upset the man with a powerful boss, but you felt increasingly claustrophobic with Doppio pawing at you.

“You mean those mean girls who left you with their purses all night? Why would you care about what they-” Doppio covered his mouth with both hands quickly, realizing what he just said.

Your blood ran ice cold; how did he know so much about them? Had he been watching you before the “incident”

Using his moment of weakness, you got up from the bed and tried to reach the door; it was time for you to go home, if not call the cops.

Doppio yelped, Throwing himself in front of the door before you could make your escape.

“Please, don’t be scared y/n! I didn’t mean to upset you, I only meant that I can treat you much better than your friends can. I mean, look at how good I've been for you so far?? I didn’t make you dance with me at the club, even though I really wanted to. I didn’t just have my fun against your will in the bathroom stall like the boss told me to do.I saved you from a concussion, or worse! I got you your own hotel room for the night, and didn’t take advantage of you or touch you while you were asleep! I want our first time to be special, after all! Isn’t that what you want?” Doppio pleaded, eyes wild as he tried to smile, trying to calm you.

You were anything but calm however, this guy was clearly obsessed with you, and had been for longer than just one night. Even if at first he had merely seemed like a pathetic “nice guy” you no longer had any pity or time to give him.

“Doppio, get away from the door and let me leave, now.” you demanded in your best authoritative voice. Doppio whimpered, this wasn’t how this was supposed to go at all, you were supposed to love him!

“You can’t! Boss and I won’t let you!” He cried, covering the door with his body. With no other choice, you slid out of your shoes and charged at him full speed. You managed to give him a good blow on the head, and threw him out of the way of the door. He cried, crumpled on the ground. If not for the fact that he had kidnapped you, you might have felt bad for hurting him like this, but you had to think of yourself at this moment.

As you finally unlock and pull open the door, heading towards freedom, you hear the strangest noise behind you.

“RingRingRingRingRing!” Doppio calls after you, in an unnatural, high pitched tone. You try to ignore it, you literally don’t have time for this, but with strength he had not previously displayed, Doppio grabs one of your arms, twisting it behind your back and up to his ear, holding it like a telephone.

There’s a trickle of blood, and one of his eyes is rolled back in its socket, but he calmly says, “Hello, this is Doppio,” Into your hand, as if he was having a normal conversation on the phone.

You scream out, doubled over by the pain in your arm, Doppio silent as he “listens” to his “Phonecall” oblivious to your suffering. Where did all this power come from? He was acting like an entirely different person, and frankly scaring you. Doppio nodded, pulling your hand closer into his ear and intently listening to nothing but air before “Hanging up and pulling you back into the motel room.

He threw you on the bed ( his arms felt much stronger, and more muscular for some reason) before crawling on top of you and pinning you down. You were too stunned, and frankly too scared, to come up with any means of escape, just weakly struggling to throw him off of you to no avail.

“Doppio, please-” You whispered, eyes blurry with tears.

“I talked to the boss, and he helped me figure out what to do. He wants our relationship to succeed after all!” Doppio exclaimed, additude reverted to how he’d first spoken to you. You were confused, you’d neither seen nor heard anyone in or around the room, who was he talking to and how?

“Boss told me that people like you need some discipline in order to be obedient, or you’ll walk all over me. If I can do that, then I can make you love me, and we’ll be happy together, isn’t that what you want?” Doppio told you, stroking your cheek.

“This is not okay, Doppio!” you yell, thrashing against both arms, “Let me go or i’ll-”

...

Wait a minute, both arms?

Then how was he…?

You look over to one side in shock, only to see a floating metallic and red arm holding you down, one on either side. You screamed, overwhelmed by a stalker and strange supernatural forces you couldn’t understand.

“Oh, you can see King Crimson's arms? Interesting, perhaps because of your near death experience with Boss, you can see stands now? Although, it would be bad if you developed a stand, what to do?...” Doppio pondered to himself, speaking apparent babble.

You cried, trying to wake up from this obvious nightmare with no luck.

“Awww, hey y/n, it’s okay, i’m not gonna hurt you! Not if you be good for me and Boss.” Doppio cooed, kissing your cheeks and forehead. “I talked boss into keeping you with us- you’re always so lonely at home, and never have a good time with others, right? You don’t have to lie anymore, I've been watching you for a while. Nobody else seems to, though, they’re too self-absorbed and stupid to realize how incredible you are!” He continued, oblivious to his words not helping, but hurting you.

“You’re perfect for me and boss, we can take really good care of you. Forget this lousy motel, we have mansions and villas all over Italy that we can take holidays to. We have billions of Lira from work, you’ll never have to lift another finger and we’ll pamper you to death. And best of all? You’ll never have to see your awful friends or family again! Isn’t it awful how they treat you? We can get rid of them, so they can’t hurt you!” He finishes, grinning ear to ear, but his eyes hollow and lifeless, staring unblinkingly into yours.

This guy was sick, there was no other word to it. You might have had issues with your family, and yeah your friends could be assholes sometimes, but you didn’t want them killed! What good would that do you, or anyone for that matter?!

Doppio seemed to read your thoughts, “Look, I know it's a lot to take in at once, but trust me. Boss and I have planned this out for a while now, and we’re always going to do what’s best for us, ok? So don’t worry so much, and please stop struggling? Boss warned me if you got too unruly he’d take over and finish what he started last night.

A wave of nausea slithered through you as you remembered, thinking how close you were to dying. You gave up, lying limp on the bed, praying for this to end.

Doppio smiled again, this one almost seeming genuine, and gave you the softest kiss to your lips. It was childish, almost, and he clearly lacked experience, but he gained more confidence from your lack of struggling. With the mysterious hands holding you (stands? King crimson?) his own hands were free to touch you. He started With your cheeks, your face, your hair, your neck, stroking you with feather-light touches, his fingers tracing each curve, digit and flaw like he was trying to memorize it all.

“Finally… I finally get to touch you like this… I’ve been waiting for so long, y/n. Do you know how long I've wanted to hold you?” He whispered, wrapping his arms around your neck, cradling your cheek to his. You didn’t know, and you didn’t want to, but Doppio told you anyway.

“I’ve been watching, waiting...for so long. Following you home from work, listening into your calls, finding your online accounts. I’ve known since I first saw you that you were the one for me, and now I get to prove it to you. I get to show you all the things I've been meaning to do to you. You’ll never be lonely again, not with me around. We’ll never be lonely~”

He giggled the last part, giddy with excitement, as he slid his fingers down your ribcage, your sides, fiddling with the bottom of your shirt. You wriggled, trying to fight him off again, only to your dismay Doppio giggled even harder at your reactions-perhaps because he knew you could never overpower him.

“Ohhh~ still so shy? Don’t be so uptight, y/n, you need to live a little! I know how much you want this; you complain about it all the time on your personal blog-” You could feel the blush on your cheeks heating up your face, desperate to make him shut up, “ How you want someone to have their way with you, to make you forget everything else in life. You’re desperate for someone to truly cherish and understand you; mentally and physically. You want me to love you? You want me to fuck you…? Would that make you happy? Would it make you love me?” Doppio rambled on and on, ripping your shirt off with strength he hadn’t had before.

You yelped, goosebumps forming on your skin as Doppio cackled, rubbing his face on your stomach, and into your cleavage poking out from your bra.

“Yes, let go for me! Show me every emotion, everything you’ve been holding back from me for so long- i need it, I demand it!” He snarled, splitting your nicest bra in half, and biting down on your neck, hard.

You screamed, legs kicking uselessly as the pain blurred your mind and you were operating purely on instinct. Doppio didn’t seem bothered in the least by it, you could still feel his laughter against your sore neck, as he sucked down on it, trying to bruise and mark you. His hands couldn’t help but find their way to your breasts, toying with them and squeezing them with admittedly little expertise. But he was a quick learner, making note of each little gasp and twitch according to how he touched you, and improving his technique from there. He twisted your nipples a bit roughly, already hard from the chilly air and sensitive to touch- you couldn’t help but moan a little in satisfaction. It had been awhile.

Doppio’s moans echoed yours, as he kissed his way down the crevice of your breasts, and licked each nipple in turn. You squirmed, not in fear or anger but pleasure, angry at yourself for letting this strange man win your body over so easily. Doppio kept his eyes on you at all times, studying your face to see how you felt. He’d had to watch you for so long from so far away, alone in your bedroom, or so you thought… it was time to use the knowledge he’d gained to make your body crazy for him.

You jumped at Doppio’s hands, cupping your groin through your pants, trying not to buck into his hands . It was getting harder and harder to deny him, though, why couldn’t you just-?

Doppio pulled your pants down to your ankles, taking your panties with it. He groaned audibly at the sight- your pussy was so wet and dripping, there was still a trail connected to your underwear.

“No, don’t-” You cried, snapping your legs shut, visibly scared at what was taking place again. Doppio was losing patience, crouching down and prying your legs open,

“Stop fighting me, y/n, you clearly want this!” He cried, eye twitching in annoyance. He managed to open your legs again, and buried his face into your pussy. He moaned, licking up a wet stripe against your labia, warm and puffy and so wet for him- he knew you would be, he knew you loved him.

Tears streaked down the sides of your face, this was so much and so intense. Your thighs clamped down on Doppio’s cheeks and neck, squeezing him as hard as you could. Not hard enough, apparently, as he just started giggling again through a full mouth and busy tongue “Ssho good, y/n, why have you been hiding thissh from mee~?” he moaned, tongue circling your clit. You flung your head back into the pillow, gripping the mysterious hands that held you for any source of strength or comfort.

Watching you whimper so pitifully with his head between your legs, obviously blissed out after being so needy and alone for so long, just did things to doppio. He loved the pained, fucked out expression on your face- you couldn’t even keep your eyes open as he snuck one, two fingers into your aching pussy. You whimpered so cutely, and it was all for him and him alone. Finally~

“Y/n, please, i can only hold back for so long, let me make sure it’s not painful… be good for me, please?” Doppio begged, grinding his hips into the mattress before he could help himself. Begrudgingly, you moved your thighs back just enough for Doppio to push them away, when he got a wonderful idea. King crimson, or what Boss had lent him of his stand to use, sensed his thought, and grabbed both your hands in one arm. Doppio pushed your thighs back and up, effectively bending your knees into your chest and displaying your pussy in such a beautiful way. You cried out, surprised by the sudden movements and embarrassed by how exposed you were, but there was nothing you could do about it. Doppio was just too strong.

The other free hand floated down, spreading your lips apart to give Doppio a nice view before pummeling two of his thick, strong fingers inside of you. You screamed, crying as the fingers curled directly into your sweet spot, massaging with robotic-like precision and speed. The sounds you were making were wet, animalistic, and you were quickly brought close to the brink.

“Perfect, y/n! Just like that, let yourself go! It makes me happy to see a side of yourself you never show anyone else- and you never will to anyone but me! Remember, I'm the one making you feel this good, right y/n? You couldn’t possibly find anything half as wonderful from anyone else but me! Me, got it?!” Doppio exclaimed, his voice cracking and becoming much darker, scarier. For a second, you could swear he looked like a different person entirely, wild, angry and dangerous- but you blinked and Doppio was just as before.

Doppio licked his lips, sweating and anxious, this was good enough to make you love him, right? This was what he had to do to make you happy? Boss’s words from before appeared in his head though, and he remembered how Boss had always been right before. Doppio trusted him, and was determined to win you over. Doppio let go of one of your legs-you seemed adequately distracted and restrained to get away from him- and unzipped his fly. In truth, he would’ve preferred to get all the way naked with you for the first time, so you could see and feel the real him as well, but clearly the two of you were too desperate and impatient for him to get fully naked. This time.

You whimpered at the sound of a zipper, feeling the fingers pull out of you. You heard the crinkle of a wrapped, and the muffled groan as Doppio probably rolled a condom onto himself, but you were too afraid to look. The strong floating hand, still wet with your juices, gripped your cheek and forced you to look at Doppio, staring you down with much more restraint and calm than he had been. Doppio kissed your cheek, then your lip, and pushed his warm cock achingly slowly, gently, into your waiting pussy.

You couldn’t help yourself from moaning, grabbing at the hands that held you, thrusting yourself onto Doppio’s hard and hot cock. He bit his lip, feeling you twitch and squeeze around him; he was trying so hard to be gentle for you, why were you still making things so difficult. He chuckled to himself, and motioned for King Crimson to let you go; finally you were beginning to relax and enjoy yourself, and he wanted to enjoy every bit of it.

Without thinking, you wrapped your arms around Doppio, holding him close to you. Your mind was a mess, your body even messier, you didn’t know what to think or do about your abducter/rapist fucking you so tenderly, and you were tired of fighting. So you let him fuck you, slowly and gently and way way emotionally. Doppio wiped away new tears you hadn’t realized were there, shushing you, “It’s okay, my sweet y/n. Just relax and let me do the work. Don’t fight it any more, just let go.” He whispered, pressing kisses into your lips and cheeks far too sweetly.

So you did, you relaxed and sank into the mattress, pulling Doppio down with you. He let go of your thighs, and held you tightly to him as he fucked-no, made love to you. He gradually picked up the pace, huffing and whispering words of admiration to you about your body, or how much he adored you. You took it all limply, the fight having gone out of you and desperate for comfort. The floating arms, which you had forgotten about, reappeared and stimulated your nipples and clit, bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

Doppio sped up as well, he knew this would have to end, but he wanted to make it last as long as possible. This was your first time together, after all. He wanted to make it special. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him deeper and closer into you. You could feel the spongy head of his dick rub your inside so sweetly, you were starting to get addicted to the feeling. Doppio buried his head into your neck, mumbling nonsense as he pushed in deeper and deeper, faster and faster, as his restraint gave way to passion.

“Y/n I- I don’t know how much longer I can last, but-” He kissed you, as the stroking of your clit sped up. You groaned loudly, you were so close, “Just a bit longer, please~” You begged, biting your lip. Doppio took a deep breath, steeling himself as he was determined to make you come first. He pounded into you, urging you closer and closer, four sets of hands circling your body and drawing out noises and gasps from you out of your control.

“Almost there, please, almost~!!!” You cried, throwing your head back with a final sigh as you came hard and fast, your core heating up and washing over you as Doppio helped you ride it out with clit rubs. Your walls fluttering around him, the face that you made as you came from him, for him, it was too much and he quickly filled his condom inside of you, moaning even louder than you had as he thrust without abandon into your wonderful, most precious place. He didn’t want to stop, thrusting almost to the point of overstimulation, before he had to stop, and collapsed on top of you. He cooed and kissed his praises and thanks into your shoulder and skin, before he noticed the soft sound of you snoring. Poor thing, he chuckled to himself, you’d really worked yourself up.

He reluctantly pulled out, after indulging in 5 minutes of cuddling your sleeping body and listening to your heartbeat. Doppio cleaned the two of you off, and tucked you into the covers of the motel- now would be a good time to set up moving you into your new home. After all, The whole reason you were in the motel is because the moving company Boss had hired to move your things into the main base would take several hours to complete their job, and Boss didn’t want anyone seeing you or Doppio at home. Doppio ruffled your hair as you slept, pulling out his cellphone to check in with Boss and give him the full update he’d requested.

Tonight was going to be very busy.

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Them Comforting Their S/o During a Panic Attack || Midoriya, Bakugou, and Todoroki

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Pairings: Izuku Midoriya x Reader, Katsuki Bakugou x Reader, and Shoto Todoroki x Reader

Requested by Anonymous: hi :) brief warning for: mentions of depression, social anxiety, panic attacks and tics in a few days i start school irl again, and i have severe depression and social anxiety which makes it a living hell for me because i get 0 support from anyone🙂 my friends tell me to get over myself, but they really dont understand how hard it is since i found out we were going back ive been having panic attacks and more aggressive tics, if it isn’t too troublesome may i please have bakugo, todoroki and deku (you can cut deku if its too much) comforting their s/o after a bad panic attack? if you aren’t comfortable writing this, i understand, have a nice day and be good to yourself❤️ thank you in advance

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Panic attacks

A/n: Okay, so I generally upload requests in the order that receive them in, but I felt like you’d probably want this done before you actually went back to school. I did a bit of research on panic attacks, because I don’t have much experience with them, so I hope I represented it accurately. And as I am now rereading this request I realized that you requested them comforting you afterwards (I wrote it as during instead of afterwards) but I wrote the whole thing before realizing that, so I hope that’s fine (if it isn’t then just send in another request and I’ll get it done asap, I’m just a dumbass who clearly can’t read right). Also, get new friends, your current ones sound kind of sucky. Another thing, if you ever need to vent or anything like that, you can message me, I don’t mind, I’m not the best at giving advice (maybe I am idk), but I’m a good listener. Other than that, thanks for requesting! I hope you enjoy these! -Danielle <3

Izuku Midoriya:

Throughout your relationship, Izuku has done a ton of research on panic attacks and how to help (he has a few notebook pages on it), and he really worries if he finds out that you had one and he wasn’t around to help, so he stays by your side as often as possible, unless you tell him that you want him to do otherwise

You have previously told him a few things that lead to a panic attack for you and he tries his best to help you avoid any setting that may trigger a panic attack, but even he’s not perfect, and he can’t stop a certain trigger

Izuku was trying to calm himself down, as he watched you begin to panic, he knew this wasn’t about him, and he mentally scolded himself for starting to panic, because he thought that he had no right to panic when you’re the one having a full on panic attack

After he sees the first tear fall from your eyes, he’s immediately snapped back into reality and he’s speaking to you

“May I hold you, Y/n?” He asked, and when you nodded, he pulled you into his arms

His face grew red at the action, but he had no time to spare being embarrassed or flustered, not when you were in this state

“I want to help you, Y/n. Will you let me help you?”

After he heard a small but loud enough to hear, “Yes” he spoke again

“Okay, just breathe, alright? It’s going to be okay, you’ll be fine. Here, breathe will me. I’m right here.”

It took a bit of effort, and a lot of comforting, but eventually Izuku had managed to calm you down and your breathing slowly returned to normal

After a few minutes of letting you get used to breathing normally and not being in a panic attack, Izuku kissed your cheek and spoke again, “Are you alright?”

“Yes, I’m alright, Izuku. Thank you.”

Katsuki Bakugou:

Okay, so if it would have been anybody else, he would have told them to fuck off and get over it themselves, but he just couldn’t stand seeing you so upset and panicking

He’s not really sure what he’s supposed to do, since he’s not the best at comforting, but he couldn’t just stand there when you started having a panic attack during class

He was freaking out and he was doing a very poor job at hiding it, he had no idea what to do

He probably would have continued panicking if Izuku didn’t yell at him, “Kacchan, help them! They wouldn’t want anybody else to.”

Katsuki just sort of approached you as you were panicking in your seat, while some students were trying to comfort you verbally, but it wasn’t helping much, and he helped you stand, before leading you out of the room

Once you were out in the hallway, Katsuki had you sit down, and he held your hands, trying to think of what he should

He remembered you telling him about panic attacks and you had almost told him what to do if you ever had one, but somebody interrupted and the two of you forgot about it

“Hey, it’s okay,” he finally said, “I’m right here. You’re safe. Do you want me to hold you?”

After a nod of approval through your sobs, he pulled you into his arms and held you there for a while

He rested his head on top of yours and whispered things along the lines of “It’ll all be okay” or “Just breathe with me” to you

He ignored everybody that happened to be walking by, that stared at the two of you

“Are you alright now?” Katsuki questioned, moving his head to the side so he could see your expression

Your breathing had calmed down and you weren’t sobbing anymore, just trying to calm down and catch your breath

“I think so,” you replied

“Okay, let’s just stay here for a minute, okay?” 

“Okay.”

Shoto Todoroki:

After you told him that you had panic attacks, he did his research on them, so that he could help you if he needed to

He works really hard to figure out what triggers a panic attack for you, and he works hard to avoid you having a panic attack, but things still happen

You had just been hanging out with Midoriya, Uraraka, and Tsuyu, when you suddenly starting having trouble breathing

“Y/n, are you okay?” Uraraka asked, being the closest to you, and the first person to notice your breathing, gaining the attention of Tsuyu and Midoriya

Midoriya’s eyes went wide when he heard your breathing, and saw tears starting to stream down your cheeks, “I think they’re having a panic attack.”

“What do you need, Y/n?” Uraraka asked, turning to you

“Shoto,” you replied, barely processing the question, but you did, “I need S-Shoto.”

“Tsu, can you go get Todoroki?” Uraraka asked, as she comfortingly ran her hand up and down your arm

Tsuyu got up and left, after confirming that she would do it, before going to find Shoto

She found him training with some of the other boys, and told him what was going on, and he immediately started towards your room, where Uraraka and Midoriya were attempting to calm you down

Immediately after entering, Shoto approached you and Uraraka and Midoriya backed up to give you two some space

“I’m here now, love,” Shoto said, “Can you hear me?”

Once you nodded, he turned to the other people in the room and gestured for them to leave

They were hesitant to leave, but they did, leaving you and Shoto alone

You were sitting on the bed, and Shoto was kneeling on the floor in front of you, holding your hands

“It’s okay, I’m here, you’re safe, can you try to breathe with me?”

You nodded and tried to match his breathing, and he comforted you as you started to calm down, and come back from the panic attack

Once your breathing had calmed, you spoke, “I’m okay now.”

After hearing those words, Shoto immediately engulfed you in a huge hug, which he would have done previously, but he didn’t want to overwhelm you

“Thank you,” you mumbled in his chest, as you hugged him back

“You’re welcome, let me know if this happens again, alright?” Shoto asked, and he felt you nod back into his chest

#izuku midoriya #izuku x reader #midoriya x reader #izuku midoriya x reader #katsuki bakugou #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #shoto todoroki #shoto x reader #shoto todoroki x reader #todoroki x reader #headcanons #headcanon post #mha #bnha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons

[ghostietea]

Furuba autistic headcanons

With it being April, or autism acceptance month, I wanted to finally drop my list of characters from Fruits Basket that I read as autistic! This is based a lot on my own experience, as well as that of other autistics I know or have seen talk online. I hope some people can get something out of it, feel free to tell me what you think 😊, though please refrain from getting upset that I would dare suggest your fave is autistic.

Hanajima

Before becoming able to better control her powers, she would be constantly overwhelmed by the things she heard to the point that she couldn't even really go out in public. This reads a lot like sensory overload.

Constantly picked on in school because other kids thought she was weird. Eventually reclaimed this weirdness and turned it into a whole persona.

Seems to talk usually in a relatively flat tone.

Had trouble socializing with no friends outside her family until middleschool.

Has a very funny, dry sense of humor that I find very similar to a bunch of autistics I know, including myself.

Hatsuharu

Listen. You have seen the funky little man, you have seen the way he talks, the way he acts around others. He is, and I mean this in the best way, a weirdo. I do not know how you could look at him and see a neurotypical.

Once again, like Hana, Haru is funny in a way that feels very autistic.

Very flat, dry, tone delivery. Sometimes just Says Things that make everyone else go huh??? Suuuuper blunt. Doesn't emote facially a lot of the time.

When this man sees a social norm he doesn't get he WILL NOT follow it. Pierces his ears just because his hair got flak, defends Momiji wearing whatever he wants because sometimes y'know the social rules are just dumb and don't make sense. Especially dress codes.

Sometimes says things not befitting the current tone of the situation.

Represses (masks) a lot of his emotions, leading to outbursts that seem uncharacteristic.

His main childhood trauma revolves around adults branding him as "dumb" and ridiculing him. Haru, however, is super smart and wise!! Just in an offbeat way that not everyone may get.

Machi

Reads as very "flat" emotionally to the point that others would call her boring. Also has a flat vocal delivery.

Relies on specific habits or ways of doing things or else she gets super upset (her hatred of imperfection.

Has trauma surrounding adults completely misconstruing her intentions and thinking she's doing something malicious when she's not.

Generally behaves in a way that's hard for others to understand, one of her formative moments with Yuki was him saying he wanted to "see how the world looks" through her eyes.

Once again, trouble socializing.

Tries super hard to please her parents but in the end they still see her as somehow inherently "defective."

Listen. A lot of this one and the last two are mostly vibes, hard to verbally define. You just have to look at them and trust me.

Tohru

Displays behavior very reminiscent of masking throughout the story, a huge part of her arc is about how she hides a lot of herself and has a very controlled persona. I think it would fit very well if she had other autistic behaviors that she suppresed also it helps explain why she is relatively socially adept, it's learned behavior to make people like her more.

Yes she is very good at saying what others need to hear, but especially early on she is pretty blatantly imitating her mother's words. She only gets better at getting through on a more personal level later on (see her with Rin and Akito v. early series Tohru). She does this by relating her own experiences, a very autistic way of showing empathy that often gets us written off as self centered. The way she relays things her mom said could also be seen as this, and she even worries at a few points that she's being insensitive for going on about things like that.

While emotionally repressed she is hyper empathetic and feels other's emotions so strongly she cries.

Her speech patterns are all imitated from her father and she often copies verbal things from others (see Ritchan-san). Noted in canon that people think her way of speaking is slightly off/not befitting of someone her age. Additionally, her father was polite more sarcastically, while she plays it straight and sometimes takes things very literally or fails to get the message, indicating trouble with reading tone. Has numerous strange verbal tics, including saying parts of her internal monologue out loud without context.

Very expressive with her hands including waving them around and flapping them up and down.

Does have a bit of trouble with accidental insensitivity in social interactions, like how she constantly fixates on her mom and realizes that might bug the Sohma.

Has trouble paying attention in school since it doesn't have much to do with her interests

Her only friend until she was a middle schooler was her mom

Has a pretty unique outlook on things compared to others, people seem to think she's pretty eccentric. There's always a "this girl is nice but in an odd way, she's our weirdo and we love her" vibe.

Sometimes has an "inappropriate" emotional response to situations

Has a lot of trouble with change, similar to Akito. Which oh, look at the time, next hc coming up.

But first, a disclaimer. It is cathartic for me to read Akito this way, but with that reading comes the baggage that she would, mayhaps, be showing a more negative side of things... It doesn't bother me since it's a joint hc with other characters and she does develop at the end but yeah, general villain hc baggage. This is in no way me trying to excuse her being The Worst being autistic doesn't absolve you of being able to do wrong . Also, a lot of these points can and do have other explanations related to her upbringing, but things can be for more than 1 reason. With that said, she really strongly comes off as autistic to me, in a way that's sorta hard to explain. I wrote a lot more for her than the other, both because I felt I needed more to convince people and that this headcanon was more sensitive and I needed to be careful in my explanation. Also hey! She's my special interest within a special interest.

Akito

Shown to have a dislike of summer weather due to heat and brightness, could be due to sensory issues in tandem with sickness things. Also covers her ears when people raise their voice sometimes which is partially her trying to shut down opposition but also 🤔 can read a different way. She'd also avoids louder Juuni like Ritsu and Ayame because she can't handle them.

Wears pretty much the same outfit every single day. Said outfit is also pretty loose fitting.

Always seen sitting in a pretty unconventional way. Evidence:

Of course this is also the isolated in a cult thing and there is a level of her purposefully doing things to intimidate but: doesn't follow a lot of social rules (overly touchy with strangers, legit doesn't get that what she's doing is wrong, ect.). Repeatedly confused when people indicate she should act otherwise without explanation. Has a breakdown when this comes to a head and approximately says that "they" shouldn't expect her to know "common sense" if "they" never explained it to her, that the way that she was was her "common sense."

Often talks in a way uncharacteristic of her age when shown as a child in a more faux mature/pretentious way. Might just be the translation and idk how to explain it but her speech as an adult also seems off from what one would normally use in conversation. Additionally, when she tries to fake being friendly in her intro chapter, it comes of as extremely stiff and unconvincing.

Generally displays behavior that could be thought of as childish as an adult, but a lot of this behavior could also read as autistic (covering ears, emotional deregulation and meltdowns, ignorance of basic social norms, ect.). It's also important to note that she knows that this behavior makes her seem younger and more helpless to the older zodiac and uses it as a manipulation tactic. Has issues regarding people treating her like a child or only hanging out with her because of pity. While she does weaponize it, we can tell that this grates on her, as seen with her finally blowing up on Kureno, which is partially triggered by the maids saying some sorta infantalizing stuff about her. Irl, a lot of autistic adults and teens struggle with being infantalized for our behavior generally or treated as little babies that can do no wrong. Even in fandom, you see people doing stuff like jumping to call autistic adult characters, such as Entrapta from Shera, "minor coded." It is also common for us to have at least one bad experience with someone hanging around us out of pity. This is something that really gave me a similar feeling in Akito's arc. She's not a baby and she can understand and do better if she is given the chance to learn and break from all the freaky cult indoctrination she's been subjected to instead of just being constantly enabled. In the end, a lot of her growth is represented by her showing that she is capable of changing and being independent.

Shows particular difficulty with socialization, often sits by herself spacing out at social events. A lot of her fear is rooted in the fact that she doesn't know how normal relationships work, becoming overly reliant on the curse because she doesn't know how to make friends.

Clings desperately onto the notion of being "special" and in some way superior to others to be worthy and to make up for perceived inherent "flaws." It's the nd gifted kid burnout vibes for me.

Easily bothered by things that don't bother others. Feels emotions very strongly to the point of getting physically ill and has bad emotional regulation.

Relatively good at reading others in an analytical sense (though has more trouble when it comes to seeing how they feel about her since she's wildly delusional) but brings up her observations in a very cold, detached way and hurts people even on the rare occasion she didn't mean to. Has extreme trouble connecting to others and understanding their point of view. This makes her come off as pretty unempathetic even though that might not fully be the case. Also thinks that people like Momiji are trying to look down on her when they try to empathize with her. A lot of why Tohru can get through to her is that she manages to convince Akito that she's not condescending by relating shared traits and experiences. As I said earlier, autistics often empathize by sharing their own experiences with someone, and I know I often have an easier time confiding in other autistics because of a fear of being seen as lesser by those that don't understand me. I think the connection between these charachters and the way that Tohru manages to reach Akito like that while others couldn't makes a lot of sense through an autistic lense!

Additionally, when Akito herself gets around to trying to help others instead of just projecting trauma, she tries to reach out to the old maid by relating back to her own experiences. This however, doesn't work.

Has "cold" emotional reactions sometimes even to things that do make her upset. For example, how sort of calm and detached she acted after her father's death can make her seem uncaring. However, we know that this event did mess her up a lot and she is still (poorly) dealing with a lot of grief from the death of her father years later.

Copies mannerisms from others, the most blatant example is with Ren, who she directly parrots lines from as a child to Yuki.

Partly just her posturing, but gestures a lot with her hands when she talks. Also seen several times clutching her hands in her hair.

Deals extremely poorly with the idea of things changing to the point that it is a driving force of the story.

Does not understand when people tease her.

Ect. Ect. Ect. Listen, I could go on for ages but just trust me, the mean gremlin lady is autistic.

#fruits basket #akito sohma #tohru honda #saki hanajima #machi kuragi #hatsuharu sohma #actually autistic #meta

[theholycakehole]

Impulsive Decisions || Dream x Reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Pairing: Dream x GN! Reader

Warnings: None! Well its my first Dream fic and it hasn’t really been edited so maybe that should be a warning lol but mostly just fluff :) Also use of irl names, idk how Dream feels about that so please let me know if I should change it! :)

A/N: Heyyyy... Long time so see! Um... so here’s a dream fic! I am done my first year of uni now so if yall wanna start up some requests I can try and do that again? Probably will mostly be along the lines of the Dream SMP or maybe even other streamers since that’s what I’ve been interested in lately. My requests have never really closed, I’ve just been inactive, but I’ll try to start writing again!

It was a long night of shifting between games with friends and discord conversations. I combed my hair back as my eyes grew tired as the screen shifted to a victory for the imposters. I sighed leaning back in my chair seconds before I got the last kill of the game, earning Karl and me the win.

“Wow…” Rae spoke up as everyone began to unmute.

“S/N??” Sykkuno piped up from his side of the call. I let out a little tired laugh as I returned to the main lobby.

“I think that was LG for me guys,” I spoke out hearing a few pleas against it. “Sorry, I’ve been streaming for like…” I trailed off checking the time, 12:30, “6 hours now? I’m ready for bed, honestly.”

“I should probably do the same,” Dream spoke up, him being in the same timezone as me.

“You guys really should leave the east coast, PST is where it’s at.” Corpse mumbled as I opened back up my stream chat.

“I know, I know, but I can’t get myself to leave my hometown.” I laughed out as I skimmed over my chat reading the goodnight wishes and the thanks for streaming messages.

“Well, I live on the east coast and I’m fine to stay up.” Karl joked as I let out a yawn.

“Does anyone have any fills?” Toast asked. “If not we might have to end it here.”

“Toast aren’t you in the same time zone as me right now?” I asked out. “Go to bed.”

“I don’t need sleep, S/N.” He commented back.

“Ok fair.” I chuckled as my little character ran around the lobby before going to the computer and messing around with the skins and hats.

“Sorry guys, I think all my fills are done for the night.” Corpse explained to the lobby.

“Its no worries we can always play another time!” Rae reassured everyone. “Well, goodnight everyone!”

“Goodnight!” Everyone chimed before signing out of the call.

I muted myself and ended my stream, forgetting to leave the call. I thanked the donos and read chat, making tired comments. I answered a few questions I managed to catch in the chat before ending the stream. As I was about to leave discord I saw that Dream’s little icon was still in the call with me.

“Lurking much?” I joked as I unmuted my mic.

“I thought you were going to bed?” He remarked with a small laugh.

“Eventually, I just couldn’t use my brain anymore after that last game.”

“I don’t blame you, you played well, y/n.” Using my real name rather than my stream name clarified that he wasn’t streaming either. “If you’re not too tired, we can stay on the call if you want?”

“I’m down, honestly, I’m just winding down before bed.” I mentioned as I checked my phone, opening a few social media apps to catch up on what I missed since starting my stream.

“So, y/n when do you plan on visiting? Sap and I are still waiting for you to come down.” He questioned, causing me to look up from my phone, closing it before setting the device back down on my desk. His camera obviously was not on but I found my attention on his discord profile picture.

“Soon, Clay.” I laughed leaning back in my chair and tucking my legs up to my chest.

“You said that last time.” He laughed a little more tired this time.

“Flights can be expensive, especially so last minute.” I made an excuse as I looked over to my second monitor and found myself googling flights.

“I literally told you I’ll pay for your flight to Florida, y/n.” He teased as I hummed in response, my attention mostly on the travel website I was looking at.

“I’m a big girl Dreamwastaken, I can pay for my own flight.” I chuckled before closing the website.

“Y/n your classes are done now, you have all the time in the world, leave Canada and come visit, please?” I smiled at his question before letting out a yawn.

“Fuck it.”

“Wait really?” Clay piped up, shocked and excitement evident in his voice.

“You made a really convincing argument. When do you want me to visit?” I asked before re-opening the tab and looking at prices.

“Right now.”

“Right now?”

“Yes, right now.”

“Thats not happening Clay.” I laughed before finding a date and hovering over the purchase button. “How about the weekend? It gives me time to pack and get some things sorted.”

“Yes! Perfect! This is so exciting y/n!” He smiled, his voice raising a little bit which caused me to laugh. We sorted out the details and eventually booked the tickets and talked about how excited we were for me to come to Florida.

I’ve known Dream for a couple of years now, mostly through streaming with friends. Obviously, I knew of him before because of the Dream SMP and how popular it got. But through the years we have grown close, this even confused fans. Shipping was natural and happened quite frequently, which we ignored in the beginning, but as time passed feelings began to grow. We never talked about it but the flirting and the comments we’d share both on stream and off-stream just felt so right.

We were both faceless content creators, and being this close was quite strange as we have never met or let alone seen each other in person. As I packed my clothes a couple of days later I felt the nerves settle in. I shook off the panic of what if he doesn’t like me or think I’m attractive enough. But it was hard to shake.

I found myself jittery as the plane began to descend. I peered out the window looking at the ground as it grew closer and closer. The nerves grew more and more intense as I knew Dream was the closest he’s been to me since we first met. I felt myself smiling through the panic as I reached to grab my backpack under the seat in front of me.

When we finally were able to disembark the plane I quickly texted Clay that I was here and told him that I was wearing a f/c hoodie so they could find me. I tried to find the baggage claim as I followed the people who were on the same flight as me. My phone buzzed in my pocket telling me that Clay responded.

‘Sap and I just pulled in, see you soon!’

I smiled at his text message and the nerves went crazy, but a huge smile was on my face at the same time. I opened Twitter and quickly started a new tweet to show my audience that I was on, in fact, a last-minute trip. I attached a picture I snuck as I disembarked the plane and made a quick caption before posting and pocketing my phone.

My phone began to buzz from notifications as I plugged in my earbuds and played my music while I tried to locate myself through the airport. As I finally found the baggage claim I stood by one of the conveyor belts and scanned over the luggage trying to find my own. A couple of minutes passed before I felt a hand on my shoulder. I quickly turned around, pulling out my earbuds to see the face of one of my streamer friends.

“Y/n?”

“Sapnap!” I smiled before pulling him in for a hug.

“Hey, how was the flight?” He asked as we pulled apart and stood waiting for my luggage.

“Long enough, I’m just excited I’m here now.” I smiled as I pocketed my phone after wrapping the wires from my earbuds around it.

“Trust me, so are we.” He smiled in return. I saw my suitcase and quickly went to grab it, Sapnap helping me as well. “Clay is in the car, we were struggling to find a parking spot so he pulled up and is waiting for us.” He informed me as he took my suitcase and helped me wheel it out. “He’s nervous.” He mentioned as we grew closer to the doors.

“Trust me, so am I. Other than people in my everyday life, you two are the first to see me in person, or even my face.” I said as I fidgetted with the strings of my hoodie.

“You’re in good hands, y/n, try not to worry.” He smiled softly at me.

We exited through the doors to see a vehicle parked up to the curb. I felt the nerves build up in my stomach as a head of ashy blonde hair exit the car door. A smile found its way onto my face as my eyes lit up. As the man walked around the car he stopped in his tracks and replicated the same, bright smile, green eyes lighting up. I stopped everything and bolted forward pulling Clay into a tight hug.

“You’re finally here.” He muttered into my h/c hair, pulling me in tighter.

“I’m finally here.” I smiled into his green sweatshirt, feeling at ease.

#dreamwastaken #dream x reader #dream mcyt #mcyt x reader #dreamwastaken x reader #mcyt #dream smp #dream x y/n #clay x reader

[sevenkittensinatrenchcoat]

Scribbled Screenshots: Rum Tum Tugger Part 1

Tugger’s taking a long time to work through because too many characters do too many funny things. I also got sidetracked by the Macavity Family AU and IRL Stuff. But, since it’s getting too damn long, here’s the stuff I got done a few days ago:

CW: It’s Tugger. There will be sex jokes.

Responsible Adults: shit.

Bomba: Oh!

Tugger: hey boy

Pouncival: omfgtugger!!!

Rumpleteazer: omfgtugger!!!

Mungojerrie: I can’t be in this number I still owe him a bag of catnip

Jemima: George wishes he could :D this hard

Tugger: You are fucking adorable.

Asparagus: I say!

Tugger: Check out this sexy kick!

Munkustrap: How am I related to you?

Misto: Fuck!

Skimble: So rude!

Tugger: Blame Plato.

Misto: You’re gonna die tonight!

Jemima: dat ass!

Tantomile: damn...

Etcetera: Tugger i luv u

Plato: We should have a threesome!

Tugger: Ready?

Plato: Fuck yeah!

Etcetera: *keysmash*

Misto: I’m plotting my revenge

Skimble: Have some pets

Etcetera: *keysmash*

Plato: I know right?

Skimble: This is obscene!

Munkustrap: Are you guys okay?

Tugger: Whatever’s in my hand probably isn’t edible.

Etcetera: Neither is your ass but I’d eat it

Asparagus: wtf?

Etcetera: Mmm! Tugger-flavored!

Tugger: lol

Plato: Lucky...and you’ve got a good ass too

Asparagus: Misto what are you doing?

Misto: My time has come

Munk and Misto: Point!

Skimble: There oughta be a law!

Tantomile: I’m so sneaky!

Cassandra: me too lol

Skimble: Dad conference! Pls stop him

Munkustrap: I hate this shit, but he’s not hurting anyone

Misto: brb

Skimble: nooooooo!

Electra: Why’s Cettie over with the boys?

Etcetera: I like playing with boys!

Skimble: This madness must be stopped before Misto’s innocence is corrupted!

Munkustrap: Are you talking about his virginity? He’s had seven kittens!

Misto: Bitch please

Tugger: Jemima, you have competition

Misto: You boring lol *maximum eyeroll*

Tugger: That’s hot

Misto: I’ll have to use my special technique! *full-body eyeroll*

Tugger: You are way too cute to upset me

Plato: that happened.

Etcetera: whatev

Jemima: dat ass!

Tantomile: I know, right?

Tugger: I’ve just been reminded that I haven’t been playing with the boys nearly enough

Pouncival: Please play gently!

Plato: whoa!

Etcetera: wee!

Tumblebrutus: Dude, there’s a butt on your butt

Pouncival: My ass is worthy of Tugger...

Tugger: Someone’s gonna fuck you tonight, but it’s not gonna be me.

Pouncival: Damn it!

Tumble: He’s only one cat on your wish list.

Asparagus: My son is injured!

Munkustrap: I can assure you that he is not.

Tugger: Someone had better be looking at my dick!

Plato: Once we’re done looking at your ass!

Misto: don’tlookathisbuttdon’tlookathisbutt...

Plato: My body is ready!

Tantomile: I can’t see Tugger’s ass from here, so I’ll check out Cassandra’s instead.

Pouncival/Tumble: Check out our cool moves!

Skimble: Don’t go down there.

George: How else am I supposed to get laid?

Etcetera: Plato’s got a boyfriend!

Tantomile: Lucky bastard

Cassandra: My boyfriend’s probably having a stroke from jealousy right about now.

Jemima: I want!

Plato: I have.

Tugger: I don’t even

Misto: I am neither bored nor horny I swear

Jenny: Why hasn’t Munk stopped him?

Jelly: idk let’s just wait it out

Bomba: The party don’t start til I walk in

Plato: Oh sweet it’s that foot thing that Cettie got!

Tumble: Babe alert!

Bomba: comin through

Pouncival: Bomba/Tugger/Me ot3!

George: I’m going in

Skimble: Not you too!

Misto: Hey I didn’t actually join!

Bomba: y’all are amateurs that man is mine

Tugger: Alright babe, go play with your friends

Jemima: <3

George: I want in on this!

Skimble: RIP George’s Virtue

Teazer: omfgbomba!

Tumble: Time to do the thing!

Pouncival: This is gonna be so cool!

George: Do I even know this thing?

(Meanwhile, Plato is thinking with his dick and it cannot be put into words)

George: I did it!

Pouncival: Notice us, Tugger!

Tumble: Yo!

Tumble: Did you guys see that?

George: resist urge to :D

Pouncival: Am I the only one taking this seriously?

Plato: Seriously, all I’m aware of is 8=D

Tugger: I’m ignoring all of them lol

George: fuck it. :D

Pouncival: Tugger look...

Tumble: Why am I less funny than my friends?

Plato: You’re Misto’s stunt double lol

Bomba: Bitch I’m flawless

Teazer: lemme talk to girls dad

Skimble: Don’t even think about it

Tumble: wait r u lifting me?

Plato: gotta practice

Pouncival: practice sexy dancing!

Plato: This is the Kiss My Paw move

Tumble: okay...

#cats 1998 #this post is too long #rum tum tugger #pouncival #cats jemima #jemtugger #mr mistoffelees #tuggoffelees #cats plato #platugger #tantomile #cats etcetera #tugger and etcetera don't have a ship name #neither do tugger and pouncival for that matter #cats cassandra #cats electra #tumblebrutus #bombalurina #tuggerlurina #cats george #rumpleteazer #teazer has a crush on bomba #gay little cats #jennyanydots #munkustrap #cats asparagus #skimbleshanks #jellylorum

[bentforkent]

files

penelope garcia x spencer reid x derek morgan

a/n: this one goes out to the irl who asked me, when i told her that i wrote cm fanfiction, if it was sexually explicit. i panicked and said no. i lied, abbi. i lied so hard. 

also, idk if anyone has noticed, but i’ve been using ~capital letters~ in my writing recently. figured it was time to take myself more seriously lol 

tagging @spencers-renaissance! 

content warnings: SMUT!!! sub!spencer, naturally. dom/sub undertones but nothing explicitly kinky...and then some fluff :)

word count: 1533

in which spencer is horny, can’t focus, and loves his partners

Spencer doesn’t know why he feels this way. It’s rare for him, the feeling of not knowing, but today, he just doesn’t know. His cock has been hard, straining against his pants all day. He’s sensitive, every move he makes sending a jolt of energy through his body.

So for the day, he sits as close to his desk as possible, chair rolled almost completely underneath. The angle makes it a little awkward to do his paperwork, but Spencer figures that’s better than his co-workers seeing his boner.

Besides, he’s hardly making any progress on his paperwork, anyways. Because of his unfortunate, leaky predicament, Spencer works much slower than usual.  Every once in a while, he checks the clock, realizes how little progresses he’s made, and huffs in frustration. It makes Emily side-eye him, but she doesn’t say anything. Spencer is grateful for that, afraid if he opened his mouth to talk to anyone that he would betray himself.

Of course, the only person who clocks Spencer is Derek, who keeps sneaking glances at Spencer and walking by his desk every once-in-a-while to ruffle his hair. Once, he tugs gently on the soft locks, and Spencer whines. Derek laughs, and shoots Spencer a wink on his way back to his own desk. See, Derek--who, at times, knows Spencer better than himself--knows that this is all his fault; his fault for kissing Spencer on the neck before they left for work and his fault for holding his thigh the whole drive there.

Derek, Spencer, and Penelope are notorious for staying late at the office. Every day, Spencer overworks himself trying to finish extra paperwork, and Derek just stays to get a bit more of his own work done and to keep an eye on Spencer. Usually Penelope gets lost in her online game, only checking the time when Derek leans in her door frame and tells her it’s time to go.

Today, when it’s time to pack up and leave, Derek grabs Spencer’s bag for him, staring expectantly at the younger boy. Spencer looks up at him with a sheepish pout. Due to his unfortunate, horny circumstance, he had been far too distracted to finish all the paperwork he had set aside to finish for the day.

“I have to stay,” he says softly, gesturing to his messy desk.

“Reid, c’mon, it’s late. You can finish at home,” Derek argues.

Spencer sighs, running his hands through his hair. “I’ll be distracted. You and Penelope just go. I’ll take the metro.”

Derek sighs, resting his hands on Spencer’s shoulders and massaging. Spencer whimpers at the touch, jerking away and turning to focus on the file in front of him.

Derek sits on the edge of Spencer’s desk. “Hey,” He starts, gripping Spencer’s chin gently to get him to maintain eye-contact. “We’re not going to leave you here by yourself. I’m gonna go sit with Garcia, you come get us when you’re ready to go.”

Spencer nods and rubs his eyes. “Okay. Okay, bye, love you.”

“I love you too,” Derek replies softly, pressing a chaste kiss to Spencer’s forehead, then retreating to Penelope’s office.

And Spencer works. He works diligently, trying to ignore the ideas of Derek and Penelope in her office, just feet away from him. And then it’s dark and the AC has kicked off and it’s so quiet and Spencer is down to one file, and it’s a big one, and he just doesn’t know if he can do it anymore. He’s so horny and so ready to go home. All of his focus is, frustratingly, flying out of the window. Derek and Penelope burst into roaring laughter, and Spencer can hear it through the walls.

With a sniffle, Spencer stands for the first time in hours and pads to Penelope’s office. He knocks, but pushes the door open before anyone inside has time to respond.

“Hi,” he says, head hung, and Penelope spins around in her chair to face him.

“Hi, baby, what’s wrong?” she coos, opening her arms. In lieu of responding, Spencer awkwardly tucks himself into Penelope’s lap, wraps his legs around her waist, and rests his head on her shoulder.

“You finish those files?” Derek asks, scooting his chair up next to the pair and rubbing his hand across Spencer’s back.

“No,” Spencer says through a frown. Derek and Penelope exchange a look. There’s a moment of silence that lapses between the three. “C-can I..” Spencer starts shyly, beginning to carefully rock his hips against where they rest on Penelope’s.

Derek threads his fingers through Spencer’s hair and pulls his head back gently, but firmly. “Use your words, baby boy.”

Spencer lets his mouth fall open, gasping in a breath at the friction he’s created. “Please, can I…” Spencer searches for the words. “I just wanna…” He lets out a whine. “Just wanna cum,” he mumbles. At this admission, Derek chuckles and lets Spencer’s head go. At the freedom, Spencer immediately moves to bury his face in Penelope’s exposed cleavage.

“Hi, sweet boy,” Penelope murmurs with a chuckle, migrating her hands to his waist and helping his hips create a rhythm against her own. “Good boy, Spencer,” she soothes, revelling in the soft whimpers he’s emitting. Derek leans back in his chair, watching as they move together in sync.

“You’re gonna get your pants all dirty, Spence,” Derek remarks, raising his eyebrow playfully. Spencer turns to face him with a pout, but speeds up his hips. Soft moans fall from his lips as his cock ruts against the inside of his pants. Pre-cum coats the inside of his briefs, but Spencer can’t find it in himself to care. In fact, he loves it. The idea of being filthy and coated with his own mess turns him on more.

“You’re doing so good, baby boy,” Penelope reassures, tugging both the front of her dress and her bra down slightly to grant Spencer more indulgent access to her breasts. Spencer hums against the skin of Penelope’s chest. “Thank you, thank you,” he gasps, pressing wet kisses along her nipples and whimpering when she hisses at the pleasurable contact.  

“I’m surprised you haven’t cum yet, Puppy,” Derek says, the nonchalance in his voice only serving to work Spencer up more. “Usually you’re so quick and easy. Especially when babygirl’s got her tits out.”

“Be nice to him,” Penelope says, playfully chastising Derek. “And my tits!”

Spencer’s moans increase in frequency, and he can tell he’s close. “Kiss, please, kiss,” he requests through a whine, peering up at them.

Derek loops his arm around Penelope’s neck and pulls her in for a soft, slow kiss. Spence watches intently, coming undone at the tender affection with a high-pitched moan that sounds a lot like a warbled “oh.” His hips stutter until his release paints the inside of his pants, and Derek pulls away from Penelope.

“Thank you,” Spencer says, eyelids low with exhaustion. “Gonna go finish my last file now.”

“No. Enough, kid,” Derek says, pulling Spencer up out of Penelope’s lap and holding him to his chest. Spencer, on instinct, wraps his legs around Derek’s waist. “We’re going home and getting you cleaned up. I’ll finish the file and bring it back tomorrow.”

Penelope kisses Spencer’s pouted lips softly. “Love you,” she sings as a reminder, pulling out the end of the word “you.”

“Love you too, Penny,” Spencer says.  

---

Derek really doesn’t mind taking care of Spencer. He knows Spencer won’t do it himself, and he loves Spencer, so it’s okay. Enjoyable, even. And sure, Spencer is a stubborn pain in the ass sometimes. (Derek swears if Spencer eats ramen noodles out of a styrofoam cup instead of just cooking a meal one more time, he’ll explode.) But on nights like these, where the three of them--Derek, Spencer, and Penelope--come home, and Spencer’s too tired to think of anything else but his partners, Derek forgets about the stubbornness.

Spencer, half-asleep, lets Derek undress him from his soiled clothes, clean up over his sensitive cock, and put him back into a pair of much more comfortable pants.

“Der, I don’t like these pants,” Spencer reminds him quietly, gesturing to the ankle. “They’re too tight around my ankle, it makes me nervous,” he says. Derek, ever the diligent boyfriend, finds another pair with no elastic around the ankle, helping Spencer step into those instead. He hums gratefully. Derek kisses Spencer softly, rubbing his cheekbone with the pad of his thumb.

When Penelope emerges from the bathroom, patterned pajama set bright in the dim room, Derek peppers her face with kisses. “Goodnight, my love,” he tells her, as he does every night before, and as he will every night after.

Spencer squirms from where he’s sat on the edge of the bed, reaching out for Penelope. She wraps her arms around him tightly, pulling him down to cuddle against her.

“Goodnight,” Penelope says. “Spence and I are cuddling now, you’re invited.”

Spencer curls up against her chest and pulls the comforter up to his chin. “Come, Der,” he pleads.

Derek leans over and kisses both of them on the nose once. “I would love to cuddle, babies, but I have a file to finish.”

#morceid #morcia #spencer reid fanfiction #spencer reid smut #derek morgan fanfiction #derek morgan smut #derek morgan fluff #penelope garcia #spencer reid #derek morgan #criminal minds fanfiction #criminal minds #cm

[dreaming-of-assclass]

Do you have any science project group headcanons like for groups like Nagisa, Kayano, Maehara, and Kataoka that were grouped for science class like in season 1 episode 5 (Assembly Time)

Oooooh! Love asks like these!!! 💚

And thanks to this post by the awesome @/greengargouille, we know all the canon groups!

Itona and Ritsu aren’t in official groups, so I put them in where I thought they’d fit in best!

1. Isogai, Mimura, Nakamura, Okano

Wow...I forgot that Nakamura and Okano were ever in the same group

But I love it because I HC their friendship to be a casual but hella fun one

Isogai and Mimura are old friends from last year! I imagine there’s slight awkwardness on Mimura’s side given that they’re in different friend groups now. But Isogai is very friendly and aware, so it passes pretty soon

Nakamura is one of the biggest causes of Isogai’s headaches lmao. But hey, at least they’re on the same wavelength academically.

POOR OKANO. SHE IS A JOCK SURROUNDED BY ACADEMICS.

Well at least she’s interested in science and it’s her best subject. She still feels bored unless they’re dealing with physics, then she’s completely on top of her game.

Nakamura and Okano are the chaotic half. Isogai and Mimura are the ones who wanna get shit done. Unless the girls manage to drag poor Mimura into doing dumb stuff

Have I ever told you guys that once in my Chemistry lab, one of my friends and I managed to break the sink faucet? Like we destroyed it lmfao

That is Nakamura and Mimura friendship energy ngl

Okano is one of Isogai’s most dependable close friends, but she also loves to annoy him for no reason sometimes.

So she’ll ask obvious questions with a smug smile, trying to watch his patience explode. But jokes on her because Isogai has an infinite amount of patience sadly

2. Kurahashi, Yada, Takebayashi, Kimura

They’re a...fairly productive group lmao

Tbh I don’t think Kurahashi is the type to really pay attention to any science outside of biology like me

So she’ll be a BEAST when it comes to that and get 100′s on everything. But like in chem and physics, she’s not as great

Yada is the best at design and organization, so she always takes that job. Making colorful presentation slides? She got it. Need to type up the final report in a google doc? Yep, she’s your girl

Kimura is a gremlin, like I always say. He’s the clown of the group lmfao and will spend more time stalling and messing around than doing actual work

He also tends to lowkey distract Kurahashi with unrelated convos. He tries to talk to Yada too, but she goes into girlboss mode and ignores him

Guys, everyone give it up for Takebayashi. King is hard carrying this entire group

He’s the one who stays the most focused but on occasion can be distracted by Kimura bringing up topics they’re both into, like certain comics or something.

Kurahashi and Yada also can get caught up in their own conversations since they’re besties. Also they will roast the boys all they want, if they feel like it.

All around, they’re kind of a mediocre group haha

3. Nagisa, Kayano, Maehara, Kataoka, Ritsu

Woah I LOVE this combination of students

I couldn’t help but add Ritsu here hehe. I also like the idea that she’s kind of attached to Kataoka in the beginning, considering all their moments together in canon.

Nagisa and Kataoka act like parent friends, as usual. They’re the ones who wanna work diligently and just get things done.

Maehara and Kayano are the more lenient ones haha. They’ll claim that they have low attention spans. Both Kayano and Maehara much prefer labs and getting to do cool science stuff, at least. 

Also!! It’s good that they’re in this group because they’re social types who can reach out to other groups and get help/answers from them ^^

Kataoka, sighing: “Well, Maehara, at least you have a talent for networking, I guess.”

Ritsu is in between the lenient side and the diligent side. She’s very good at science and can do her work very well!! But sometimes she gets swayed by Maehara and Kayano’s fun attitudes and doesn’t concentrate haha

Kayano keeps getting flustered whenever she’s sitting right besides Kataoka haha. Bonus points if their arms brush or she has to lean over her or something.

Also best believe there’s lots of Big-brother-Maehara and Little-brother-Nagisa moments

4. Kanzaki, Hazama, Yoshida, Muramatsu, Terasaka

So...this is basically just AU where Kanzaki joins the Disaster Squad lmfao

Hazama, Yoshida, Muramatsu, and Terasaka are already besties, we know this. They’re probably totally used to working together.

Enter Kanzaki. A newcomer.

Lmao I don’t think she’d be totally friendly at first. I think she’d be polite but distant, and barely speak up unless they were discussing.

Sgsjhakdj who thought putting the squad together was gonna lead to productivity, they’re probably gonna create so much chaos lmao

Something definitely explodes at least once.

They’re dealing with an acidic chemical and literally the whole class manages to not get burned, except for Terasaka. 

Yoshida voice: “dude you had ONE job”

After a couple classes, Kanzaki breaks out of her shell more and more, and she gets pretty chill with them.

She’s closest with Hazama, and they like to roast the boys at times. Also have random literature discussions that drive Terasaka crazy. “Can y’all not? Like this is literally physics class?”

The squad teasing Yoshida about his crush on Kanzaki whenever he blushes or stutters talking to her

Idk why but I really like the idea of a Kanzaki and Muramatsu friendship

5. Hayami, Okuda, Karma, Chiba, Okajima

AWKWARD

THIS IS SUCH AN ODD GROUP LMAO

My bestie Nao made a post on them before which I love

And yeah...I don’t have much to add lol.

Chiba and Karma definitely join forces to insult Okajima at some point

Okajima kind of constantly digs himself into a grave with stupid comments. He almost dies after pointing out how Karma and Hayami act like cats

Okuda doesn’t have to carry the group that much since they’re all fairly smart for the most part. But if you want verified answers, then yeah definitely check in with her

6. Sugino, Fuwa, Hara, Sugaya, Itona

I think this is a really cute and funny group

Sorry, couldn’t resist adding Itona mainly because Hara is in it, and I would love their interactions in a schoolwork-group setting

Tbh?? None of them are very sciency lmao, so they’re that one group you always see in irl class that are very lost. And they’re super vocal about how confused they are adjkhjda

Sugaya, yelling across the room: “Can someone help us? Please?”

Hara takes the reins as leader but more in like a “getting everyone organized and harmonious” way

Sugino takes the charge in the actual lesson work and lab stuff, but he really shouldn’t lmao. I love the boy, he’s a talented genius in so many ways, but he leads them to chaos

Fuwa surprisingly isn’t as vocal in these groups as she usually is. In fact, it’s a little concerning how quiet she- WAIT FUWA ARE YOU REALLY WRITING FANFICTION IN THE MIDDLE OF OUR LAB

#fuwagotexposed

Itona, as usual, is around to make blunt and sarcastic comments that are in no way helpful. If you voice this to him, he will insult your intelligence even more while still looking adorable

He especially comes at Sugino and Sugaya, who feel very attacked. Like?? WHAT DID I DO TO YOU ITONA?

I feel like...while the group descends into confused chaos, Itona just watches with blunt criticisms. Then in the very last seven minutes of class, he takes over and finishes the assignment with 100% accuracy

Sugaya: “YOU LITTLE BASTARD GENIUS-”

Sugino: “WHY DIDN’T YOU DO THIS EARLIER?”

#assclass #ansatsu kyoushitsu #assassination classsroom #headcanons #3-e #shdkfhsdkas i didn't expect to enjoy the last group until i started writing them #now im obsessed with this dynamic haha #they give me sitcom vibes