#these are not for nicotine addictions these are so I don’t have babies

[strugglingbigtimw]

“To lead a better life, I need my love to be here”

Summary: Toji notices something is off about you after you take care of Megumi. Genre: Fluff, angst, hurt, comfort, toji x black!stepmom! Reader

CW: Literally nothing, toji and reader curse, discussions of addiction, Toji calls reader Ma

A/N: This man takes up too much space in my brain. 🤡

6:47 P.M 

Toji knew there was something off when he came back home that day. 

The silence engulfed the house, with only the occasional sound of your knife slicing into the meat you were preparing for dinner. 

7:25 P.M 

When he finally gets a good look at you at dinner, you look shaky. Your eyes swirl with worry. So, he bites.

“How was the parent-teacher conference?” 

You snap your head up and put a smile that doesn’t reach your eyes. “It went well. Megumi is a great student, the teachers are mostly worried because he is quiet. They say he needs to participate more in class and interpersonal discussions.” 

Megumi casually rolls his eyes hearing the conversation and goes back to finishing his vegetables. 

Toji looks you over. Maybe, you're just tired? Probably, a mood swing of yours. He shrugs and looks down at his plate. 

“...Ok.” 

10:00 P.M

The night is deadly quiet. He hoped that after Megumi had gone to sleep, you would be better. You weren’t. So, he put his faith in a good night’s rest. It’s been an off day for you, you can just sleep it off. 

3:30 A.M 

Toji wakes up to an empty bed. He fucking hates it. It reminds him of the lonely days of being a widower. He slowly gets up and begins his mission to find you. 

He checks the bathroom and doesn’t find you nor does he find you in the guest bedroom. So, he goes downstairs. He finds you lying on the couch with the tv playing some type of liminal rain ASMR, or whatever white noise helps you sleep. However, when he peeks over the arm, you’re still awake. 

“Ma, are you aware of what time it is?” He asks cheekily. 

You slowly rise and rub your eyes. Even with the low glow of the TV, he can tell they’re puffier than usual. He bites for a second time. 

“Hey Ma, what’s got you so worked up huh?” 

You look down. “Nothing, baby.” 

Toji sits down on the couch. The third time is the charm right? 

“Bullshit. What happened? Hm?” 

You sigh. Toji has always been persistent. 

“Toji..have you ever noticed that Megumi is like really mature for his age?”

He tilts his head to the side as if you’ve asked him the most idiotic question. 

“ ‘m, yeah. What about it?” 

You scratch at the nicotine patch on your arm. You stopped smoking when Toji decided he and Megumi would move in with you almost a year ago. 

“I don’t see any reason why you should stop, seems like more trouble than it’s worth.” 

“Kids learn by example, If I smoke what kind of message is that sending to Megumi?” 

You fiddle with the patch, still unused to the foreign feel as you grin. 

“Besides, I don’t think he would like the smell.”

“Toji…that’s not normal.” You sigh. 

He raises a brow. He knew Megumi was different. However, he always accepted  it as a funny, convenient quirk. 

You stand up and drag your hands down your face. 

“Kids are kids for a reason Toji. They’re supposed to be chaotic, messy, emotional, hell even unpredictable. Megumi is none of those. Every move that child makes is so carefully planned and throughout. He’s never excited about toys, games, or cartoons. he’s always offering to help around the house, Toji he fuckin asked me about our finances once. Hell, even his teachers agree! How can you look me dead in the eyes and tell me that a 6-year-old is “Mature for his age” as a good thing!” 

You take a heavy pause. You scratch at your leg. 

“He’s only a first grader Toji. He shouldn’t be like this. He-he shouldn’t be a mini adult! He shouldn’t have his guard up all the fuckin time! He’s a child!” 

You sit back down on the couch and throw your head between your legs. Toji rubs your hands that are placed on the back of your head. 

Your voice cracks, “And-and I know I’m not his mother, hell, I’d never try to replace her. I don’t need him to call me “mom” and have me baby him 24/7, but god..god I’m so fuckin worried.” 

You raise your head slightly. Your eyes have become more red and puffy with unshed tears. Toji knows you hate crying. You’ve only cried in front of him twice. First time when you thought your pet Doberman ran away. Second, when you picked Megumi up from school, his homeroom teacher referred to you as his mother. 

“I…I just want to tell him that he’s safe. That-that he doesn’t have to worry about not keeping everything in check. That he can exist without having to be “useful”, that he’s not a burden or unlovable because he’s a little kid. I just want him to exist. I just- just don’t want him to turn out like us.” 

You slump back on the couch and scratch your nicotine patch again. You look at Toji with glossy eyes. 

Usually, he’d put in a snarky remark of “What’s so wrong about me, huh?” but he’s all too aware. Additionally, the shock of you acknowledging your family. He’s always had suspicions, but he, of all people, knew better than to ask. If someone doesn’t talk about their family, its for a reason.

He looks back at you and pulls you into a hug. You lay your head on his broad shoulder. You’re shaking. He slowly leans back to lay you both down. He runs his hand through your scalp. 

“You know…” He quietly speaks, almost as if he’s afraid to startle you. 

You turn your head to hear him better. 

“I think..you’re pretty great. I think…that me and Megumi are thankful to have someone like you. It’s hard right now…but things take time. Don’t push yourself.” 

A few loose tears fall as you snuggle in closer to him. 

“Thank you, baby.”

#Jjk #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu toji #dilf toji #toji fushiguro #toji x reader #toji x you #fushiguro toji #toji zenin #jujutsu kaisen toji #jjk toji #jjk x you #jjk x fem!reader #anime x black!reader #anime x reader #anime x y/n #jjk drabbles #jjk scenarios #jjk imagines

[bettyfrommars]

invisibleMan!eddie x fem!reader

I had a smut request from the dear @strangerfreak for invisible!eddie and reader having sex in front of a mirror as a blurb, but it's 1.8k, so, close enough. I mean, why not add Invisible Man Eddie to our list of fuckable Universal Monsters.

18+ONLY, smut, boyfriend!eddie, mechanic!eddie, use of baby as a pet name, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, sex in front of a mirror, mention of using an experimental drug. No use of y/n or she/her.

author's note: so much love to those who sent smut requests in already, and I'm always happy to receive them. The two in this lil fic are very much in love and they very quickly turned into favorites of mine. This was not proofread, be gentle.

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“How long will it last?” You asked, staring into the space that you guessed was your boyfriend, but all you could see was the open door to the hallway.

When he moved, you caught glimpses of what looked like water ripples in the air, but otherwise, your eyes danced over the space, unsure of where to land.

Eddie lifted his hand up in front of his face, kind of loving the way he couldn’t see himself—it was cool as hell.  

“Only 24 hours, according to them,” he sat down on the bed next to you, and the only reason you knew that was because the mattress sank down and you could see the indentation where his butt was.  “I hope it wears off by Monday, because I don’t know if the customers at work will take to it.”

The thought made you giggle.  “Imagine wrenches and tire irons floating through the bay, seemingly unattended…”

“...an oil filter changing itself,” Eddie continued, finishing your sentence.  Now, you were both laughing, and Eddie gave a little snort.  You could feel him lean against you, could feel his calloused hand wrap around the back of your neck, and then you melted a little when he kissed the shell of your ear.

Money had been tight lately, and Eddie took the initiative to become a human guinea pig for a research facility specializing in supernatural powers.  The pay was phenomenal, but there were obviously some major risks.  He hadn’t told you he was going there after work, so you lost your mind a bit when you saw his van rolling up the road with no one behind the wheel.  

“Oh wait, baby, watch this,” you felt him get up off the bed, and then you followed the imprints of his feet that appeared in the carpet to where his service coat hung on the door.  A pack of smokes appeared in the air, and you watched in awe as a lighter lit a cigarette. It was as if you were in the presence of some animated Disney film.

Eddie inhaled and the tip glowed; you could see the smoke enter his lungs, and then puff out his nostrils when he gave another snort.  “This is wild,” he returned to his seat next to you on the bed. You could tell he was giddy with that schoolboy enthusiasm.  “I gotta get over to Steve’s later tonight and mess with him somehow.”

“I think this is the first time I’m actually grateful for your nicotine addiction,” you cupped your hand where you knew his jaw was to feel his warm flesh that your eyes kept telling you was not there.  “I can tell where your face is now.”

The cigarette bounced in the air. “Do you wanna get high and have sex with your invisible boyfriend?”

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It was your idea to do it in front of the huge closet mirror, and Eddie loved you even more in that moment for suggesting it.  

It was dark, and you lit a few candles while Eddie rolled the two of you a fresh joint.  You could tell he was licking the side of it without seeing his tongue; you knew his rituals by heart.  

He took a big drag, and once you brought it to your lips, you watched his vest and shirt fly onto the bed, and then you felt two warm, rough hands come up your sides to ease your shirt off.  With your back against the bed, your legs were wide in front of the mirror, and Eddie kissed your stomach, up your chest, and along your neck, making a needy mew erupt from your throat, urging him on.  

“Yeah?” He whispered in your ear as he unhooked your bra, allowing his thumbs to graze the tender nubs of your nipples.  “Is it better when you can’t see me?”

“I hate it,” you found his mouth and kissed him deep. Your pussy thumped with an aching need as he rubbed you there over your jeans. “I miss my beautiful boy.”

“Here, gimme this,” he took the joint from you and smiled against your mouth.  “Before you drop it and burn the place down.”

You palmed him over his jeans, mouth watering at how hard he was.  “You wanna watch your cum fill me up, don’t you?”

“Oh fuck,” he breathed, and then he grabbed the back of your head and pulled you close, kissing you so that your tongues wrestled together as if they were fucking.  

You watched invisible hands pull your jeans off, and then the rest of his clothes, including his boxers, clumped to the floor, heavy with wallet and chain.  You knew his cock was bobbing in the air somewhere near, but thankfully you didn’t have to wonder for too long because his mouth was on you again.

When his two fingers sank into your hole, you whimpered and clenched around him.

“Fuck, I love you,” he murmured against your throat, and then you felt his head turn to look at what you could see in the reflection.  Even though he was situated between you and the mirror, he could see you open for him, straining around the thickness of his digits.  He could see your arousal trickling down, soaking wet to the carpet.  

You found his curved length and twisted your hand around the head.  “Let me taste your invisible cock,” you said with a hungry purr.  You were both paying attention to the mirror show as he sank a third finger in, and Eddie bucked his hips against you at the sight.

“Wait, wait,” he gasped. “Let me try something.”

Your face was in his hair and you ran a few scratches down his back, imagining him there as clear as day.

He scissored his fingers inside you to watch it spread. “God, you’re so beautiful, I can’t believe you’re mine.”

You grabbed his face for another long, hard kiss while his fingers fucked into you.  Eddie dove his cock into your grip over and over and you spit on the C-shape your hand was making to give it more slip.  

He backed off and put his forehead to yours, breathing heavy, bringing his soaked fingers out to draw lazy circles on your clit.  “I’m gonna cum like this if we’re not careful.”

“Mmmmh,” you hummed, stroking your thumb over his swollen, leaking tip.  “I think it’s time we see what this monster can do in real time.”

He couldn’t get into position fast enough.  Since you were on the floor, he yanked two pillows down off the bed to put behind your head and at your lower back.  He held your legs up by your knees, but then checked the angle in the mirror and put your leg down, asking you to move your hips slightly.

“Maybe I should be invisible next time,” you joked.

“Please baby, don’t say that,” he brushed his lips over your knee.  “I always want to be able to see you.”

From where he was, he didn’t have to turn his head too far to get a glimpse of the action, and you could see everything.  In the reflection, you watched the way he wet the head of his cock in your folds, spreading them open, making your glistening lips flutter.

If not for his hissed curses and sounds of pleasure, you would’ve thought you were having a wet dream or being made love to by a ghost.  

“So this is what it would be like to have sex with a ghost,” you mused aloud, feeling the weed hit you as Eddie sank deeper.

He grunted.  “It’s good practice, in case I die first, I’m gonna haunt the fuck out of you.”

“Impale me with that ghost cock, baby,” you wiggled your tongue at him.

And, so he did.

He buried himself to the base with a groan, followed by your whimpers that coaxed him to swivel his hips.

“Holy shit,” Eddie turned his head and marveled at the way your hole expanded and he could see inside of you.  The mix of your arousals began to foam a bit from the friction and Eddie’s hips moved faster.

You swiped your fingers over your clit, imagining Eddie’s hair hanging down his shoulders and his guitar pick necklace hitting against his chest with every thrust.  

He eased back with a huff, pacing himself.  "I’m so close,” you could hear him suck in his bottom lip.  

“Don’t stop,” you hushed with a hitch in your breath and Eddie noticed you working your clit in a certain way—-you were close too.

“Oh, shit, okay,” he continued, glancing in the mirror only once more while he set a steady pace.  

Your walls clenched and throbbed on him like a fist, making him mumble incoherently.

“I’m gonna cum so hard baby fuck—are  you watching?” his thrusts stuttered and your eyes were glued to the mirror as you witnessed his seed coat your walls and drip down your ass as he pumped it in.

“Eddie!” The sight of it sent you into orbit and your walls milked him aggressively as the orgasm rolled through you like velvet firecrackers. 

Eddie liked to watch your face when you came, but as the pleasure subsided, he turned to see what you could see.

“Fuckkk, that’s insane,” he mumbled, working his length in and out so he could watch the cum spill out and then get stuffed back in. “I’m so fucking in love with you.”

When he was done watching the show, he dropped his head to your shoulder and let himself slip out of your warm heaven.  You found his hair and brushed your fingers through it, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him closer until your bodies met and he let you have his weight.  

“Baby, look,” you nudged him to notice the reflection again, and when he did, he saw you on the ground with your arms curled around nothing, like you were trying to hug the air.  “Now you can go down on me in a public place and no one would know.”

He lifted his head up, and you tried to decide where his eyes were.  “Can we try that tomorrow before this wears off?” He asked.

You leaned forward to kiss his mouth, but ended up kissing his nose.  “Meet you at a table in front of the Sbarro in the food court tomorrow at 11. I’ll be sure to wear a skirt.”

“Damn, that reminds me,” he got to his feet abruptly and you felt drips of his release land on your stomach. “I need to go over and show this to Steve.  So much to do before I lose my superpower.”

“I’ll drive, how about that?”

“Deal.”

#Eddie Munson fic #Eddie munson fanfiction #invisibleMan!eddie #invisible Eddie #Eddie Munson smut #Eddie Munson blurb #mechanic!eddie #boyfriend!eddie #stranger things smut

[loveshotzz]

In honor of finishing Whatta Man - Steve’s Night this week, here’s a little sneak peek of your smoke break with our favorite Foxy Lounge bouncer.

The air is heavier, thicker with something you both know is there. Playing hard to get you don’t meet his gaze, despite feeling it over every curve and dip of your body. Inhaling another hit of nicotine, you lift your head up to exhale the smoke into the dark sky, extending your neck for him to see before you finally give in and chance a glance in his direction.

He looks far too handsome, smiling wide when you meet his eyes, all his perfectly white teeth baring themselves at you in a way that makes your legs shake.

“Missed me already?” His big feet hit the sidewalk, his man spread somehow bigger this way as he scoots closer to the edge of the stool.

“You’re not very good at your job are you?” You grin successfully dodging the truth he already knows as your head hits the side of the building. Tilting your chin in his direction with your lip tucked between your teeth, you catch his narrowed glare.

“Nice try sweetheart, I used to watch Road House religiously. I learned from the best. I’m just distracted.” The buttery smoothness of his voice returns, the last of his sentence coming out in a purr.

“Distracted hmm?” Your quirk a brow not giving into him just yet.

“Yes, very much so and I’m afraid it’s all your fault too.” He sticks his bottom lip out at you in a mock pout earning the giggle he’d been trying to get since you first got here, even if it's accompanied by your pretty eyes rolling in the back of your head.

“I’m on a date, Steve.” Even though you know it’s a weak comeback, you still give it and he doesn’t miss a beat.

“Where? I don’t see him.”

Your cheeks heat up at his observation so you take another drag of your half smoked cigarette to try and hide the way he’s affecting you.

“I’m supposed to be quittin’, but you’re makin’ it look so good, pretty girl. Let me have a puff?” His question is an invitation, making the first move to call your bluff, to get you closer.

“Is that why you’ve got a cinnamon addiction?” You tease, not surprised when you kick yourself off the wall accepting it with a smirk and an exaggerated sway of your hips.

He licks his lips while his eyes roam the length of your body unashamed, one large hand raking through his hair when you stop close enough to smell the spice on his breath.

“Could be addicted to worse.” He murmurs not sure where to look having you between his legs like this.

“It’s a Newport, ‘that okay, Steve?” You ask him from underneath fluttering lashes. His breath hitching before a sly smirk spreads across his pink lips.

“More than okay baby.” He leans closer, fingers wrapping around the plush curve of your hip to anchor you in place.

Tipping up on your toes, your hand comes down on his thigh making the muscle flex against your palm, your touch sending shocks through the rough denim while the other holds the gloss stained end up to his mouth.

Steve holds your stare when his lips wrap around where yours just were. His nails dig half crescent moons into your exposed skin as his cheeks hollow out. Your heart beat is frantic between your legs, brows meeting in the middle when he tugs you even closer before tilting his head up. The thick expanse of his neck on full display as he blows out his drag, adam's apple bobbing in the light making the moles dance across his skin.

“The strawberry really sets it off.” He grins as his hand dares to slide down the top curve of your ass, making it his new home when you make no moves to get away from him.

“Thanks, it’s my favorite gloss.” You shrug pretending to unphased by his teasing, but the mess in your panties would give you away.

“Maybe I could get a better taste.” His words are bold, but his free hand is bolder. Soft fingertips play with the top hem of your skirt, daring to dip under the fabric every once and awhile and he swears he hears you whimper.

#whatta man #steve’s night #steve harrington #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x fem!reader #bouncer!steve #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington x y/n

[fhrlclln]

Okay so I have been reading the older eddie x reader fic and HOLY SHIT I NEVER BEEN SOO ADDICTED TO A SERIES THAT MUCH.

But I was wondering in like the future for the series maybe can you do one were eddie is like very insecure about himself and questioning why the reader is with him instead of someone her age and maybe she makes his feel all better about himself and like praising him and you know what I mean😏.....idk I just thought of it and why not ask but if not totally fine with that 🖤

older!mechanic! eddie x fem! reader

BABES, SORRY I TOOK SO LONG TO REPLY. but this is so cute, and eddie :( all that overthinking with his insecurities has me wanting to kiss him so much rn.

suggestive themes under the cut

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fucking heaven. eddie huffs out a smoke, sighing softly afterwards, the nicotine pleasant in his lungs. his room feels warm and good, a pleasant day with an extra pleasant pretty thing in his arm right now. his bed always felt extra soft when you stayed the night with him. the morning sun was shining brightly right now in his bedroom, the faint smell of sex and his smoke filling his nostrils. you’re snuggled against his bare chest, your own bare body warm against him making him feel a little sleepy how relaxing it is for you to be in his arms.

“so pretty.” he mumbled to himself, hand caressing your cheek, careful not to wake you up and destroy this intimate moment he’s so drawn in. you asleep beside him, looking so peaceful and serene. his beautiful sweets. god, how is he so lucky?

he smiles to himself remembering the first time you two had finally hooked up. the porch, the staring, the desperate kissing and fucking your room. all started from you staring at him. he could say he’s been pinning on you as well that day. mr. munson. he fucking loved it when you first uttered that shit to him. putting his cigar on the ashtray, he scratches his beard slightly as he nuzzled his face against your head, inhaling your scent. he held himself a groan how you started to smell like him, still addicting how he can finally say that you’re his. though…

“don’t deserve you.” he mumbled again, knowing you wouldn’t hear him. he questions sometime how you, a young pretty girl would be with a man like him. he’s fucking old, well, not that old. old enough that would puzzle everyone why you would be with him. he owns a mechanic shop, still lives in a trailer, makes a decent amount of bucks, just not the amount to take you on a fancy date that you deserve. you deserved someone better, younger even, a man in your age that has a road to being fucking successful than a silly mechanic like him. he’s got that grime on his hands, calloused and rough. he look’s too scary to be holding hands with you out in public, remembering the time your shocked mother was yelling at him for dating her little girl for such a ‘intimidating’ man like him. why are you with him?

his insecurities bit him hard when he doesn’t notice you stirring awake. you yawned, your body pleasantly sore from last night’s usual. your felt damp as you snuggled against his chest, littered with tattoos and faint scars. your hand rubbed his hot skin as you looked up to see him awake and lost in thought. expression tense and clipped, one that you exactly know after months of being officially together.

“eddie?” you softly called for him as eddie finally met your eyes. a moment of silence passed seeing him so puzzled for a moment yet he smiles now, leaning down to kiss you.

“goodmorning, baby.” he greets, voice deep and gruff. the scent of cigarettes lingering on his lips as you reciprocated with eagerness that you expected to continue with his body pressing against yours. yet he shortly pulls away, making you dazzled.

“something wrong, eds?” you quietly asked seeing him different.

“nothing, sweets.” he assures, kissing your forehead, the voices in his head bothering him for a time as he remembered what he thought of. it was stupid of him to feel this way. but he can’t help it.

“bullshit.” you called out groggily, adjusting yourself to sit up, the covers exposing your skin. your breasts hang freely out of the cold air as eddie took a good look at you, trying to distract himself. “tell me please?”

his eyes shot up to yours, sighing as his hand dart out to softly rub your exposed skin. “usual shit my brain likes to do. i don’t deserve you.” he starts, trailing ahead before you could protest, listening to him as he lets his inner thoughts out.

“oh, eddie.” you pouted, crawling towards him to place a kiss on his lips and his cheeks, sitting firmly on his lap. cupping his face in the palm of your hands as he looks away sheepishly.

“it’s nothing, baby—“

“you’re the only man for me.” you assured, holding your gaze to his shiny doe eyes. the wrinkles on his forehead contorted as you gently placed loving butterfly kisses all over his face, making his heart thump loudly how affectionate you are.

“don’t need someone younger than you, eds. you’re the one for me.” you whispered, kissing his jaw as his hands rubbed the sides of your waist up to your breasts. he breathes in your scent, cock stirring underneath as his bitterness slowly disappeared inside of his chest with your loving words.

“yeah?” he sighs hoarsely as you grind against him. still not that convinced.

“yes. you’re funny, hot, old, pretty— you’re perfect to me, eddie. that’s why i love you, because it’s you. just you.” your eyelashes fluttered, cheeks getting glowy in the morning sun as eddie held back a moan when you grind your hips down harder. the duvet covering your wet pussy from his cock. but everything went haywire when you told him that he’s perfect.

“even the nerdy shit? my job? my financial status? i’m that perfect—“

“yes.” you rolled your eyes at him for still questioning himself. “isn’t that not obvious already?” you smiled making him laugh heartedly. he hugged you, sighing as he kissed your neck. he really doesn’t deserve you. he thinks, yet you’re convinced he does and that was enough for him to accept it. he fucking loves you for all it’s worth. you moaned as he suckled your soft flesh, his hands went down to your ass as your arms wrapped around him, holding onto his neck as his biceps flexed gripping your buttocks.

“i love you.” you whispered to his ear, cementing it all as he chuckled, warm breath against each of your skins, body heat mixing as pulled the blanket off him as he smirked hearing you gasp when your wet cunt sat on his hard cock. desire in his eyes, a happiness in his chest to know that you want him— him. he leans back, watching you sit up to place your hands on his wide chest, a feral look in his eyes as he cocks his chin at you, looking so smug yet amused making you the one who’s heart is thumping loudly this time.

“show me how much you love me, sweetheart.”

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WHEN IS IT MY TURN?? 🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️🙇🏻‍♀️

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem! reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson smut #older!eddie #mechanic!eddie #joseph quinn #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things imagine #fnhrlcllnwrites #eri’s quick ideas 💡 ｡･:*˚:✧｡ #eri’s request box 📦 ｡･:*˚:✧｡

[daisybellejpeg]

Hey, Daisy!

So, could you describe Shaw's personality in detail? For example, traits he shares in common with Bright but things that the two don't have in common?

My thing about this is that I don’t believe it to be necessary to compare Elias to bright aside from what makes bright a creepy self insert fetish character and what I’ve done to make Elias not that. I’ve made the difference between the two in that regard in the past and my pinned post is pretty much advice on how to avoid what was wrong with bright.

Elias is his own guy and because I’m fueled by the spite of detractors who think rewriting my groomer’s self insert is dumb I’m digging in my heels and giving myself the ego boost that Elias can make it on his own as a character onsite. Fuck da h8rz.

That being said, personality wise? Elias is a fucking prick to any outsider. A grandiose, big ego nepo baby who got where he is on the back of daddy’s hard work and a shitter who neglects his bodies via having an awful diet and his nicotine addiction and weed dependency, all while still flaunting designer because he’s a name brand man and what better way to say “I’m more successful than you” than wearing Off-White and Supreme on the clock in different bodies and then letting surviving hosts keep the clothes if they so wish? He plays the perfect part of a pompous prick with poor impulse control and nefarious intent. Does he mind that those outside of Site-19 see him like this? Hell no. Makes the tall tales about how awful and inconsiderate he is all the more exaggerated and he lives off the free supply that is living rent free in peoples heads.

That being said, while he does very much neglect his bodies via self neglect and self destructive behaviors? He was never a nepo baby. Were Ansel and Soraya successful researchers? Of course. One was the previous director of research for Site-19 and the other was a prominent cryptologist despite having the odds stacked against her due to the discrimination of the time. Elias himself however worked hard to get so high in the pecking order, especially since Ansel in particular pretty much forced him to. Part of his self neglect stems from not just free kid syndrome but also because he’s always had to neglect himself to some extent to reach the goals his father had set for him.

He also takes care of his people, something he aspired to do upon gaining any power in foundation circles since he’d seen how much his mom in particular suffered due to those in power at the time looking the other way to the blatant racism she faced during her career within the foundation. Everyone in Site-19 is well paid, well insured, protected against any sort of discrimination, and are given generous benefits because it’s what his mother would’ve wanted. Despite being low empathy on the aspd spectrum, his mother did a good job in giving him a basic moral code and the fervor to uphold it. He is a momma’s boy after all.

To friends, while still being a self serving bastard with a macabre sense of humor, he’s very casual and hospitable, taking pride in being a good host to those within his personal circle despite at the same time playing into his vices in the form of offering up weed, caffeine, liquor, and junk food. He is very much a bad influence, but hey, at least he’s a chill bad influence. He also likes to give high value gifts if only to further flaunt his expensive tastes. Sure he can be inconsiderate due to his low empathy at times, but much like with his reputation outside of his circles, he revels in the supply he gets from being considered a solid and significantly useful acquaintance to have.

Basically, he’s a dick with standards. Will playfully bully interns while using their preferred pronouns. He is also a master prankster with a love for cats.

#scp foundation #scp #elias shaw #scp doctors #dr elias shaw #daisy.txt #dr shaw #scp fandom

[hangmans-toothpick]

Top Gun Characters as Shit my Friends/Familt have said

Mav: Am I an idiot?

Slider: Ice requires me to tell you no.

Slider:

Mav:

Slider: But Ice isn’t here, and you’re an idiot-

Slider: I used to be nice before I started working with you.

Ice:

Slider: What have you done to me? Look at me! I’m mean now! I don’t want to be mean, Tom!

Ice: I’m so old. *groans* Just put me in a retirement home, I’m done!

Slider, about Ice: He’s like Superman but instead of super strength and laser vision he has a crippling nicotine addiction and abandonment issues.

Hollywood: Oh!

Hollywood, shocked: Oh!!

Hollywood, sympathetic: Oh…

Wolfman: Do you have any other way you can say that syllable?

Goose: A lot of thought goes into being a whore.

Pheonix: They need to make vapes that look like vaginas.

Bob: Is the clit where you’d hit?

Phoenix: YES! exactly.

*Listening to audio porn*

Maverick: this is how I sound going up stairs.

*about Iceman*

Maverick: Yeah he has cancer! Could be worse

Slider: Could be worse? That’s like saying that my leg is broken, but it’s okay because I have another leg!

Phoenix: I don’t support treating people like cattle. But men are icky.

Ice: I don’t like you.

Mav: Why?

Ice: You make me do things that are gonna get you killed.

Cyclone: Efficiency! you just have to give up on everything.

Iceman: Man, I’m just shitfaced. I dunno what the hell happened.

*being side-eyed by an amish girl*

Mav: should i ask what her problem is?

Goose: No, she’s amish! She probably has enough problems as it is.

Rooster: I wanna be in the smufs movie so i can bone papa. I mean absolutely raw doggin’ it.

Maverick: 👁💧👄💧👁

Phoenix: I’m laughing my tampon out of my pussy!

*after Ice’s cancer surgery*

Slider: So… how’s your wednesday evening going? Nothing like a wednesday night at St. Mary’s Hospital.

Mav:

Mav: How do you think I’m doing, Ronald?

Iceman: I’m not a communist… but-

Rooster: That! That is not a mustache. That’s a fuzzy upper lip.

Payback: Being complimented by Dwane The Rock Johnson is an orgasm in itself.

Rooster: If I could fuck a drugstore, I would fuck rite aid.

Hollywood: I mean… who hasnt dressed up as a woman? I have!

Mav, in yoda voice: Mhmm… coming you are.

Ice:

Ice: nope. thats it. get outta the bed. You’re done.

Rooster: I’m trying to spread the fucking peanut butter with a spoon.

Phoenix: You’re giving califorian stoner vibes

Bob: Very californian stoner of you, Bradley.

Coyote: Do you wanna watch Fast and Furious 9?

Hangman: I haven’t seen the first one.

Coyote: I’m sure they’re all the same.

Hangman: Car go fast. Vin Diesel. That’s all you need to know.

Rooster: Do you think you two will hate each other when you get old?

Maverick: He already hates me.

Iceman: I don’t hate you, you just bug me.

*trying to do pilates with Hangman*

Rooster: You’re such a sadist! This isn’t fun sexy pain. This is just pain!

*explaining to baby Bradley how 2 dads have a baby*

Iceman: Well, you see, when a man and a man love each other very much… they find a woman

Maverick: *wheezing*

Iceman: A woman who cares just a little bit.

Payback: Just because I’m an athlete doesn’t mean I can’t feel

*talking about throat cancer survivor*

Iceman: I have three holes. all fuckable.

Bob: I wanted to be in the Navy before I saw the movie! The hot guys are just a bonus!

Rooster: I’m so excited to fuck harrison ford

hangman: *getting quieter as she goes* hell yeah talking about our problems since… nineteen… thirty…… seven

Hangman: he better fucking leave his wife for me, I swear to god.

Slider: help him! he’s being pegged! anal!

Phoenix: Is that a boob?

Bob: No! That’s Gary the Snail!

Hangman: I can’t even begin to tell you how attracted to that peacock i was

Cyclone: what do you wear to a poker game?

Fanboy: fancy clothes.

Cyclone:

Cyclone: what.

Cyclone: yall have broken my spirit.

Hangman: thats our job as students

Cyclone: no shit.

Maverick: back in my day-

Hangman: i love history class.

Maverick, to Slider: Only you can make a happy birthday card for someone else and have it still be a jab at me.

#bradley rooster bradshaw #pete maverick mitchell #natasha phoenix trace #tom iceman kazansky #ron slider kerner #top gun maverick #top gun hangman #top gun 1986 #icemav #hangster #we have so many cancer jokes #idfk why

[hoejosatoru]

Good Men Die Too

Pairing: fem!reader x hanma

Summary: Fic is based on Crush and Western Nights by Ethel Cain because hanma gives Ethel Cain lover vibes. Which is not a compliment but here we are. If you’re unfamiliar with Ethel Cain, basically just a super toxic and slutty relationship lol trust me

Word Count: 4.1K

Warnings: drinking/smoking, oral fem and male receiving, somewhat public sex, rough sex, gun play, hair pulling, hitting, bruising, blood, mentions getting you pregnant, cream pie, jealousy, possessiveness, violence, pet names (baby/angel/good girl), use of daddy, hanma is v toxic but so so is reader (support women’s wrongs!)

He’s never looked more beautiful, on his Harley in the parking lot

The night you met Hanma lives vividly in your mind. The flashpoint of who you were and who you would be. Call it fate, divine intervention, right (or wrong depending on how you looked at it) place at the right time, you ended up in the same bar as him on that fateful night. His sharp features cut through the monotonous crowd of faces, instantly intriguing you. His eyes connected with yours, a match into gasoline, sparking something inside you. He smiled and you knew he felt it too. 

You both watched each other for a while, recognizing that this was a game. Eventually, he slipped out the back door and you followed him like a moth drawn to a flame. You found him in the parking lot haloed by a pale streetlight, sitting on a motorcycle and smoking a cigarette. His hands, you noticed, were tattooed. Sin and punishment. You wondered how they’d feel on you.

“What’s a pretty girl like you doing at a bar like this?” he asked, blowing smoke into the cool, dark summer night. You could feel him sizing you up.

“Looking for trouble, I guess,” you replied with a sly smile you’ve learned men love so much. You were close enough to smell him now - whiskey, smoke, and expensive cologne. It was intoxicating.

He chuckled darkly, “You may have found it.” Oh, had you. You always had a thing for bad boys; they were your vice. You wanted to say you didn’t know what Hanma was and, maybe in that moment you didn’t really. Maybe you assumed he was no worse than your other leather-clad nicotine addict boyfriends. But when you looked at him a small dark corner of your mind screamed, “Run”. You never had a great survival instinct, though, like a mouse entering a viper pit. Stupid fucking mouse.”You ever ridden on a motorcycle?”

“Can’t say I have.”

“Mmm,” he smirked, flicking his cigarette to the ground and grounding it into the pavement with his rather expensive looking boot. “I’m going to pop your cherry.”

And that is how you ended up on the back of Hanma Shuji’s motorcycle, gripping his strong torso. Breathing in the ashy-sweet scent of cigarette smoke. No helmet, of course, men like Hanma don’t use them. His black and blonde hair whipped behind him as he sped through the dark, narrow streets. He looked so fucking cool. You felt yourself get slick between your thighs. 

Hanma pulled into a dark, quiet alleyway. You swung your legs over, sitting on the bike like a chair as Hanma stood, towering over you. He looked at you like he wanted to eat you. You looked up with faux innocence, “Gonna kiss me now, or what?” 

Sin cupped your face, as Hanma leaned close enough to feel his breath on your face, but not enough for your lips to touch. “I’m gonna kiss you, just not on the lips.” He dropped to his knees, looking up at you with a devilish grin. Your desire for him was a visceral ache. He slid your underwear down your legs, stuffing them in his back pocket. “Those are mine now.” He flipped up your skirt, licking his lips at the sight of your wet pussy.

His hands spread your legs wider, before he buried his face between them. His tongue slid up and down your hole, collecting your arousal. He loved feeling it clench around nothing, desperate for pleasure. He sucked at your clit, earning a moan from you. “Such a slut letting a guy you just met eat your pussy,” he teased.

“Hmm, and what does that make you?” you asked, your voice saccharine.

“A lucky man,” Hanma replied, punctuating his statement by nipping at your clit. You gasped, your hands flying to his hair. Hanma smiled against you, getting back to work. He was sloppy and sinful, eating you with such enthusiasm it made you blush. Your head fell back against the cool brick wall behind the parked bike, as you tried to keep your breath steady. It was all for naught, as you were cumming on his tongue seconds later. You moaned his name unabashed, completely forgetting you were outside.

He stood back up, finally kissing you on the mouth. He gripped you tight and kissed you deep, letting you taste yourself on him. Hanma was like a drug. You were hooked.

Camo jacket robbing corner stores

You found out soon after that Hanma was in a gang, a rather infamous one at that. He wasn’t exactly hiding that fact, rather he boasted about it. He was proud. You loved the way his eyes shone wickedly when he talked about it. He oozed power and confidence. 

Hanma didn’t need to engage in petty crimes. Evidently, this gang was lucrative and being an executive got him all the money he could need. However, petty crimes were like a drug to Hanma: once you get a taste for it, you’re always going to crave it. Hanma loved to show off, which meant you got a taste of them too.

“Yell if someone’s coming,” Hanma instructed you. He kissed you through the bandanas that covered your faces. It was your job to sit on his bike and stand watch. You didn’t get nervous anymore, Hanma was a robbery savant. You bit your lip as you watched him enter the corner store, pulling his shiny black glock from the back of his waistband.  

You heard the sound of alarmed voices and smiled to yourself. Within minutes, Hanma was walking back out to you - as casually as if he just bought a pack of smokes - with a sack full of cash. He was glowing, eyes shining with deviance and success. If you could have fucked him right then and there, you would have.

Hanma hopped on the bike and sped away. You gripped him tightly, loving the way his gun pressed hard against you. It got you excited for a certain hard part of him. 

When you got back to Hanma’s place he was on you the second the door closed. He kissed and touched you, boasting of his latest success. “God that was almost too fucking easy.” He pushed you back on the bed, opening the sack of cash and letting the money flutter all over you. “Fuck you look sexy like this.” He leaned in and licked up your neck. “Almost as sexy as you sitting on my bike.”

“But not as sexy as you coming out to me,” you mused, playing it over in your head, “One day I wanna watch you do it. I wanna see them submit to you.” 

Hanma grinned, incisors catching the light. Even kneeling above you on the bed he towered over you. “You’d love how they beg,” he said, “Never seen a man go soft that fucking quick. Nearly pissed himself he was so scared.” He narrowed his eyes, calculating something. Then, he pulled his gun back out from his waistband and pointed it directly at your forehead. “You’re not scared of me, are you baby?”

You knew Hanma would never shoot you, yet your heart still raced. Looking death in the face will scare anyone. You’re only human. Yet, as your heart raced you felt your pussy thump with desire. What no one tells you is looking death in the face is also one hell of an aphrodisiac. You kept your eyes locked on Hanma’s, not showing an ounce of fear. You sat up slowly, pressing your forehead directly against the muzzle. When you spoke, your voice was strong. “Never.” 

Hanma gave you an approving smile. You passed the test, you knew. You had never been more safe; he was not going to hurt you now. He slid the gun down to your lips. You kissed it, licked it. He continued down your body, pressing the cool metal of the barrel against your clothed pussy. You let out a soft gasp, egging him on.

“Fuck my gun,” he commanded, “Go on, angel, I know you want to.” He pressed it hard against you, sliding it up and down to stimulate your clit. You rolled your hips, grinding against it. Hanma watched you, mesmerized. It was surprisingly easy to get off; you’d been ready to cum the second you saw Hanma pull his gun out at the corner store. “Fucking slut,” he said with all the love in the world, “Look at you cumming on my gun.”

He tossed the gun to the side the second you finished, yanking his own pants down. You bit your lip at the sight of the heavy bulge in his black Versace boxers. He leaned into you, licking up your ear. “Gonna ruin my good fucking girl.” 

I owe you a black eye and two kisses, tell me when you wanna come and get ‘em

Hanma liked crazy. He could act annoyed all he wanted, but nothing got him going more than his girl acting crazy. His actions proved that. Not answering your texts or calls. Going out for drinks with his boys. Flirting with some stupid girl. You knew this because you followed him here, of course. He knew what he was doing.

If you weren't so mad, you’d laugh. This girl, bless her heart, looked as sweet as the bubblegum your dentists warned you not to have because their sugar would rot your teeth. Hanma would chew her up and spit her out. He showed no real interest in her until he saw you. He smiled a twisted, smug grin. You walked right into his trap.

You didn’t go up to him right away, no you couldn’t give him that much satisfaction. You sat at the bar, ordered a drink and watched out of the corner of your eye. You had to bite your tongue so you wouldn’t laugh at the girl coughing when Hanma lit a cigarette. The girl was talking up a storm from what you could see, Hanma not paying attention to any of it. He was too busy making sure you saw him put a hand on her thigh. There’s only so much button pushing you can take.

You sauntered up to them, trying to stay as calm as possible. Hanma looked at you expectantly, but you turned to the girl instead. “Careful with this one,” you nodded over to him, a faux smile on your face, “He keeps a gun in his waistband.” The girl’s eyes widened like a deer in headlights. 

Before anyone could respond the doors of the bar busted open, men with guns filing in. You noted their colors instantly as a rival gang. The girl ran away screaming. Poor girl, you thought, just before the gun fire started. Hanma grabbed you and yanked you down, a glass shattered behind you. A second later and that would have been your skull. Hanma shielded you with his body as you ran for the back door, firing back with his own gun. A fleeting thought of he really loves me, crossed your mind as you ran. 

When you got to his apartment, he started to ask if you were okay, but before he could finish you slapped him across the face. “What the hell was that for?” he snarled, fists clenching at his sides.

“That was for trying to fuck with other girls,” you replied defiantly. “But this is for saving me.” You dropped to your knees, looking up at him seductively. 

“You’re a crazy fucking bitch, you know that,” Hanma said, sounding in love. 

“Yeah and you fucking love me.”

“God damn right I do.” He brushed a thumb over your cheek, turning serious for a second. “You’re mine, baby. I won’t let anyone hurt you.” You leaned into his touch, nipping sweetly at his thumb. Hanma smiled. “Now show me how thankful you are.”

You went to work, sliding his pants and boxers down. He was hard already, his cock heavy in your hand. You licked up the underside of him on the vein you knew drove him wild. He let out a low hiss as your lips enveloped his tip. You licked at his tip, before taking him deeper in your mouth. Hanma’s head fell back, letting out low sounds of pleasure. “Fuck baby, feels so good.”

Sin and punishment tangled in your hair, pushing you deeper on to him. He used his grip as leveraged to fuck into your mouth. You gagged, throat tightening around him and a few mascara tears sliding down your face. He fucking loved the view. “Taking me so good - fuck - so good angel.” You squeezed his balls, hollowing out your cheeks more, desperate to see him finished. Second later he let out a low, throaty groan and spilled his seed in your mouth. You swallowed gladly, earning a proud grin from him. 

You fell asleep tangled up shortly after. The next day when Hanma woke up, he found a bruise on his face from where you hit him. It got him so hard he got right back into bed and fucked you.

I watched him show his love through shades of black and blue, starting fights at the bar across the street like you do

You’re a bit of a hypocrite, you can admit that. You hated when Hanma tried to make you jealous, but that didn’t stop you from returning the favor. You liked riling each other up; driving each other crazy was your love language. Plus, Hanma never fucked you better than when he was pissed.

So, how could you not let the guy at the bar buy you a drink? It was easy enough to twirl your hair and bat your eyes and get him smitten over you. You could feel Hanma’s eyes burning into you. It made your pussy ache. Then this poor fool put his hand on your waist, sealing his fate. 

Hanma was on him in a blink of an eye. He grabbed him by the collar and threw him to the ground. Before the guy could even get out a what the fuck are you doing Hanma stomped on his hand. “You ever fucking touch my girl again and you’ll lose that hand,” Hanma spat, ignoring his cries of pain. He gave him a hard kick to the ribs. “Shut the fuck up.” No one at the bar - owned by his gang - reacted; it was a typical evening for them. A few of Hanma’s underlings dragged him outside as he turned to you.

Hanma gripped your hair, pulling your face close to his. “You think you’re so fucking smart, huh?” He was dragging you towards the bathroom.

“Aw, Shu, we were just talking,” you replied innocently.

“Like hell you were.” He slammed the door behind him, locking it. 

“You sound a little jealous,” you poked at him. He spun you around, pushing you against the sink. His hand ran down the length of your spine, bending you over.

“You’re mine,” he snapped, “Looks like I gotta fucking remind you.” You heard the familiar clink of his belt hitting the floor. He flipped your skirt up, ripping your underwear off your body and tossing it to the floor. “Dripping like a slut. You want me that bad?” When you didn’t answer, a hand came down hard on your ass, making you yelp. “Asked you a fucking question.”

“Want you so bad daddy,” you whined, making Hanma’s eyes darken with lust. He pumped himself a few times before pressing into you. Your head dropped, moaning at the stretch. He grabbed your hair, yanking your head back.

“You’re gonna watch me fuck you,” he growled. Your eyes locked with his in the mirror as he pounded into you. The smack of skin echoed in the bathroom. You gasped as Hanma’s tip brushed the sensitive spots inside you.

“Fu- nngh - fuck Shuji,” you moaned.

“You think he could fuck you this good?” Hanma said, breathless as he fucked you, “Bet he wishes he could have you like this. Shit I should kill him for even thinking. I’d kill for you baby, you know that?” Your pussy squeezed around him at his words, lighting a fire in him. “Oh you’d like that, huh? Like me killing somebody for you? Such a nasty slut.” 

You whimpered in response and nodded, but it wasn’t enough for him. Punishment gripped your jaw vice-tight. “Wanna hear you say it.”

“Want you to kill for me,” you panted, pleasing Hanma. He licked up the length of your spine.

“I fucking love you,” he said, “want this whole bar to know how much I love you. That you belong to me.” Punishment slid down to your throat, squeezing. “Gonna scream my name and let them all know?” You nodded  furiously and Hanma smiled wickedly. Sin gripped your hip as he pounded into you impossibly harder. His hold on you was so strong you wouldn’t have been able to move an inch even if you wanted to. Not that you did; you were quite happy where you were.

Hanma kept a tight grip on your throat, choking you. He slipped his free hand forward to run fast circles over your clit. Just as your orgasm was on you, he let go of your throat, letting all the blood rush back to your head. Your orgasm was white hot with intensity. You screamed his name shamelessly, squirting all over the both of you in the process.

See you all fucked out pushed Hanma over the edge, cumming in you with one deep final thrust. He moaned your name just as loudly. He leaned over you, kissing and nipping at your shoulder. “You’re mine. Forever.”

“Forever,” you repeated like a prayer. 

The next morning, Hanma told you to get dressed. He was taking you to one of his gang meetings. You were instantly excited. You loved getting to watch him at work. You beamed with pride watching men cower before him. Hanma asked you to wear his favorite dress - a silky black number - and you obliged. 

You sat at your vanity doing your makeup. You had a few lavender bruises along your jaw and on your neck from Hanma’s hands. He came up behind you, kissing the bruises and telling you how much he loved you. A smug grin slid across his face as he looked at the little gold “Hanma” necklace that hung just above your breasts.

“If I didn’t have so much to do today, I’d fuck you right now,” he breathed in your ear, before giving your tits a squeeze. You giggled and followed him out the door.

The meeting, you realized, was less a meeting and more a doling out of punishments. Hanma, being one of the most feared members, was in charge of punishing some of the worst offenses. If you were a traitor or a member of a rival gang, he was the last person you wanted to see. 

Hanma enjoyed the dirty work. He much rather be here, knocking the teeth out of his enemies than sitting in a boring exec meeting. One traitor was dragged in begging and pleading, then dragged out unconscious. Hanma smiled through it all, only the blood on his knuckles and shirt would give away that something unsavory was going on to an outsider. Watching the beatings all you could think was, Hanma never hits me this hard. He must really love me.

You were there because Hanma liked to show off, both to you and the people who worked for him. He liked having his girl, dressed like you were, sitting beside him as if to say, “Look what I get to go home to.” He liked you to see how strong and powerful he is. It dawned on you, watching this, that this was also a warning of sorts. Betray me and this is what happens. But you couldn’t find it in you to be scared. You loved Hanma and you knew he did too, in his own twisted way. Hanma chased after other’s fear and you never giving it to him is what makes you so irresistible. You needed him and you’d make it so he always needed you. Worst case scenario, you knew where he hid the guns and you weren’t afraid to use them.

All those months ago, when you met Hanma in the parking lot you may truly have been a mouse. But now, sitting here, drinking in the sight of your lover beating his enemies, promising to yourself it would always be you and him, you became a snake yourself. Venom and all.

Good men die too, I’d rather be with you 

It was one of the rare days Hanma showed true, vulnerable emotion. He held you tightly, but delicately, like you were the most precious thing in the world. It made you feel so powerful; no one else got to see him like this. 

“I’m so sorry baby,” he murmured against your neck. You and Hanma got jumped while out on a date. Hanma had handled things, beating the two guys bloody. You got away unscathed, though he did have some bruising on his cheekbone and busted lip. You thought he looked handsome like that.

“There’s nothing to be sorry for, you saved me Shu,” you replied, kissing the top of his head. 

“Don’t deserve you,” he replied, “You deserve a good man. Who’s gonna protect you if I get myself killed?” You could have told him to be the man you deserve. To do better or be better. But that wasn’t the Hanma you fell in love with, nor was it the one you wanted.

You took his face in your hands, looking into his honey-gold eyes. “Good men die too, I’d rather be with you.” Hanma’s eyes lit up at that, flicker’s of his normal self coming back. 

“I love you y/n,” Hanma replied, “You mean everything to me.”

Show me how much I mean to you while I’m lying in these sheets undressed

You stepped back from him, unzipping your dress and letting it slide down your body, leaving you naked. “Show me how much I mean to you.” You grabbed the collar of his shirt, pulled him down on the bed with you. Hanma’s pupils were blown out as he looked over your body. He pulled his clothes off quickly, eager to be with you.

He kissed you slow and deep. Some blood from the cut on his lip got into your mouth and you savored the sweet-metallic taste. He hand slipped between your legs to play with your slick pussy while you kissed. His long fingers pumped in and out of you in languid strokes. You could feel Hanma’s cock getting hard against your thigh.

“Want you so bad Shu,” you murmured as he licked at your nipples. He sucked at your tits, pulling soft whimpers from your lips.

“Gonna give my baby what she wants,” Hanma replied, lining himself up to your aching entrance. He pressed inside you and you relished the sweet stretch of him. Hanma rolled his hips, groaning. “So fucking tight for me.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into you. You kissed desperately, all tongue and teeth. Hanma picked up speed, but was nowhere near as rough as he normally was. His thrusts were deep and purposeful, letting you feel every inch of each other. Sin slipped between the two of you, rolling circles over your throbbing clit.

“Shu- fuck,” you gasped.

“Love you so much,” Hanma replied, leaving hickeys on your neck, “You're mine forever, you know that?”

“All - nngh all yours,” you stumbled, pleasure tying up your tongue, “Forever.” 

“Gonna put a baby in you,” Hanma babbled, drunk on the feeling of you wet pussy sucking him in, “Never gonna let you get away.” Your pussy throbbed at his words, which made Hanma smug with love. You wanted to reply, but your mind was fuzzy. It wasn’t long before your orgasm lit up your body with a blissful warmth. You moaned Hanma’s name, your back arching off the bed with gasping breaths. Feeling you squeezing around him sent Hanma over the edge, his dick twitching inside you as he filled you. 

Hanma let himself go soft inside you, before pulling out and sprawling out next to you. He reached into the bedside table, pulled out a cigarette and lit up. “I mean it, y/n. It’s you and me against the world.” Smoked fanned over your face as he spoke.

You stole the cigarette from him, taking a drag before replying, “I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

#toxic hanma is sooo #need him so bad #got a little to into this one #tokyo revengers hanma #hanma shuuji smut #hanma x y/n #hanma headcanons #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers fanfiction

[plainemmanem]

Modern Steve was a middle school vape kid but once he met Robin and started hanging out in more artsy crowds he cut down on vaping by smoking cigarettes and now he kinda smokes cigarettes and he dosent know what to do it was an accident please baby -

- Bunny

yes this is the modern!steve smoking pipeline.

he starts out as like a gross, grimey, vape kid that got addicted way too young (he loves the menthol flavor) and when he meets robin she’s like “steve would you quit it, you’re gonna get fucking popcorn lung….. here have a cigarette” BAHHA and he’s like sure yeah fine whatever, and then he slowly starts hangout out with robin and her friends and they ALL smoke so he starts of sort of just as a social smoker, and this is around the time that he meets you, so it’s still like, just a hot little quirk he has like fuck he’s smoking a cigarette that’s so hot at your little group hangouts type thing. and then you two start dating and you realize he’s dabbling a bit more than he had before, he busy a carton or two from the gas station and you’re like “why do you need those???” and he’s like “sick of bumming one from rob everytime we hang out” and he shrugs it off, but then you catch him a couple times in the middle of the night, sitting on the windowsill, smoking a cigarette with the window open in his sweats and you’re like “steve would you stop that, come back to bed” and he begrudgingly snuffs it out and comes back to bed and you’re like “ew steve change your clothes:( you smell like smoke” and you don’t wanna guilt trip him but also… you want him to stop:( and then you start catching him smoking way more often and then he’s practically chain-smoking every time you go out for the night, constantly skipping dinner to go outside and coughing every time he laughs:( you have to have the little talk with him like “steve, i want you as many years as i can. and i’m not gonna get that if you’re gonna keep up this habit:(” and you don’t wanna necessarily blame him so you kind of turn it around on yourself that you’re being selfish and want him to kick the habit for you:( and he tries really hard and goes through those couple painful weeks of withdrawal and the nicotine patches and his bitchy attitude, but he does quit<3

#steve harrington #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you

[badstargateimagines]

Jonas's Big Day Out Part 1 of ?

Jonas is too good for this world and deserves a FUCKING TREAT. BABY BOY! I love him so much and I’m sad that he got treated like shit by the writer’s room on the show. Good thing I am a writer in my own room, suckers. To the Stargate writers: eat shit, I am taking custody of Jonas with no visitation rights for you bastards. You did my boy dirty and that’s on you. If you need me, I will be treating my son better than you ever could. I will be buying him a Nintendo switch and some nice footy pajamas. Drink a bottle of roadside bottle piss you sonsabitches.

Daniel grudgingly takes Jonas out for a day of fun.

Gen fic, no warnings, mentions of cigarettes and alcohol

Daniel was slowly but surely adjusting to his new friend. While he’d been assigned to SG-3, they still shared an office and worked together occasionally. Jonas reminded him of himself in a lot of ways; his naïvete, though irritating to some extent, was definitely most reminiscent of Daniel. 

As the weeks went by after coming back from being ascended, Daniel was quick to notice Jonas’s lust for life and childlike sense of adventure. Not only was going off world an adventure for Jonas, but so was going anywhere off base. On one occasion when they were at the bar, Jonas had snuck off to the smoking area and befriended a rough-looking crowd. It took everyone a good ten minutes of looking inside the bar before they found him chain smoking with a man who called himself Skunk. After that, they took turns babysitting him on nights out so he didn’t end up with a nicotine addiction. 

One day, as the two archaeologists worked away in their office, Jonas looked up at Daniel. He waited for him to stop working an look up at him for a few minutes. When that didn’t work, he called his colleague’s name. Upon hearing his name, Daniel looked up, assuming Jonas was running into trouble with a translation of something. Instead, Jonas had a wide grin on his face and asked for Daniel to come and look at his screen.

There was nothing work related open on Jonas’s computer. As Daniel inspected the screen, he saw the webpage for Build-a-Bear. Daniel turned to Jonas and sighed.

“Build-a-Bear?” Daniel asked sarcastically. Jonas nodded eagerly. “Jonas, how do you even know about Build-a-Bear?” He continued. Jonas shrugged.

“Cassie was talking about it at the barbeque at Jack’s last weekend. I asked her about it and it sounded fun!” Jonas explained. Daniel’s brow furrowed as he let out another exasperated sigh. 

“That place is for kids, Jonas. Do you have any idea how weird we’d look as two grown men going in there? Absolutely not, not happening.” Daniel asserted, returning to his seat. Jonas grinned.

“C’mon! Where’s your sense of adventure?” Jonas whined, leaning back in his chair. Daniel looked at him, confused. 

“Did you just wake up from a coma? Do you have no clue what we do for a living? If that’s not adventure, I don’t know what is.” He snipped. Jonas shrugged. 

“Look, all I’m saying is it could be fun. What could be more fun than building your own bear?” he argued, still leaned back in his chair. “Besides, I want better clothes. I’ve seen how the Tau’ri dress on TV and it’s not like you.” He added. Daniel frowned, not sure how to take the apparent insult from an alien. 

“Hey! What, did you want me to just let you run around in BDUs? We’re not going to the mall and that’s final. Get back to work!” Daniel snapped. Jonas was unbothered, laughing even. 

“You’re just mad I called you a loser, dude.” He giggled. The remark left Daniel confused and a little angry. Why in god’s name did this alien talk like a high schooler? And who gave him the audacity to talk like that to anyone, let alone Daniel?

“Uh, so quick question… Did you by chance find MTV on your TV?” Daniel asked. Jonas nodded. “Well, stop watching it. You’re being annoying.” Jonas’s eyes went about as wide as they possibly could.

“Take me to the mall, just this once, and I’ll never watch MTV again.” Jonas said, quickly. Daniel winced, realizing he’d backed himself into this corner. With that said, the offer seemed almost too good to refuse. Getting Jonas off MTV sooner meant he’d sooner get out of his weird rebellious earth teenager phase that they’d all noticed recently. It was for the good of the base to take the guy to the mall. How he’d enforce the no MTV rule wasn’t something Daniel knew how to do, but he’d figure it out. Probably.

Daniel reached across the desk and put his hand in front of Jonas’s nose. “Deal.” he said. Jonas smiled, surprised that his bargaining had worked. He took his colleague’s hand and shook it. 

“Aw man! This is gonna be so fun! We’re gonna get ice cream and taco bell too!” Jonas exclaimed. Daniel grimmaced.

“So much fun!” He said through gritted teeth.

With that, the plan was formed. Jonas spent the rest of the week sporadically telling Daniel what he wanted to do on his day off base. It got so bad that Daniel asked him to keep his plans in a notebook. Of course, the excitable alien took that to the next level. The day after Daniel requested the notebook thing, Jonas showed him a colour-coded itinerary he’d made with information from the internet. It was at that point that Daniel realized this wasn’t just a few errands for Jonas. No, no, this was Jonas’s big day out and it was his problem now. 

Jonas had gone and told everyone he came into contact with about his big day out with Dnaiel. Daniel found this out when a couple low-ranking airmen taunted him about his, quote, “playdate” with his, quoting again, “little brother”. It was driving him batty. As if that wasn’t bad enough, both Jack and General Hammond brought it up at one of their briefings. Both of them found it amusing and charming that the Archeology Twins were having a day out. Jack figured that Jonas could use some time out of his enclosure, and even decided to take Teal’c out to an Avs game in the spirit of comradery. 

Unfortunately, Jonas also caught wind of that plan and insisted Daniel take him to a hockey game that day. Daniel had to nip that one in the bud as a day at the mall followed by driving an hour and some change to a hockey game was his own personal hell. Jonas was quite upset when he had to erase ‘Hockey Game’ from his itinerary, so much so that Daniel felt bad for him. Instead, they agreed they’d go to a museum, something that he knew both of them would enjoy. This development lightened Jonas’s spirits, especially given that Jack had already agreed to take him to a hockey game the following weekend. Jonas had weaselled his way into becoming the 20-something-year-old teenage son of every senior officer on Cheyanne Mountain and he could not have been happier.

Part 2 Here

#stargate sg 1 #stargate #sg1 #Jonas Quinn #Daniel Jackson #stargate fanfiction #trying something new on this blog #if this flops pretend u didn't see it

[rainbowxocs]

TW: This Character has allot of dark details in her backstory and just general lore. Unfortunately due to her being from the 1400s we have to talk allot about how women were treated back then. Including SA, Child Abuse, Sexual Abuse, ETC. I will only use basic descriptions but if that bothers you then just learn about Are via asking questions to her.

CHARACTER INFO:

with notes from me!!! Are!!! :3

Name: Are Yoru (アレ 夜)(アレ・ヨル) that’s me!

Alt Names: Akira Otome (Childhood name) (あきら オトメ) haha akira sounds like “a killa”

Are Otome no Aji-Ganashi (アレオトメ脳アジ加那志)

Special Titles: Myobu (命婦), Kikoe-Ogimi (聞得大君), Our Lady Kitsune (わたしたちの狐さま), Chiko (ちこ), Goddess of Okutama (神の奥多摩), Geiko (芸子), The Curse of Okutama (奥多摩の呪い).

Remember to bow down to your Kitsune overlord ;3

Old Titles: Juri (じゅり), Our Lady of Flowers (花の聖母), Maiko (舞妓), Minarai (見習), Shikomi (仕込)

Nicknames: Are-Chan. (アレちゃん)(アレチャン)

Chronological Age: 565. jeez you don’t have to put all my personal business out there.

Age: 18. I’m gonna be young 4eva!

Pronouns: She/They/Nya (In English.)

I Pronouns:

Wagahai (吾輩)(A neutral I that’s incredibly old fashioned, Usually seen as pompous or that the person using it thinks highly of themselves.)

Warawa (わらわ)(A feminine pronoun that’s archaic, Usually used by noblewomen or women of a high class, comes off as pompous.)

Wachiki (わちき) (A feminine archaic pronoun, Usually used by prostitutes in the past.)

Sexuality: Ryōseiai (両性愛, Bisexual), Grayromantic.

Gender: Transfem, Gendervoid, Weirdfoxic, Yanderecoric.

Species: Kitsune (Yurei) (Witch) I’m just a cute wittle foxy, you can put your fingers inside my cage I promise I won’t bite them.

Disorders: CPTSD, HPD, BPD, Suicide Ideation, Insomnia, Autism.

Physical Conditions: Chronic Pain.

Active Addictions: Murder, Self Harm, Nicotine (Vaping.)

Religion: Utaki Shinko, Shintoism. shoutout to my mommsss.

Job: Chashitsu Waitress. it’s like- totally boring.. but.. the owner is this old grandma.. and she’s nice to me so whateva.

Major: Music. college is weird. but i get straight a’s somehow.

Lives in: Okutama, Japan, 2024. hehe okutama isn’t where I’m from but it’s GREAT here!

Languages: Japanese, Uchināguchi, English, Yokai + All Languages.

Height: 5’4”

Race: Indigenous Asian.

Ethnicity: Ryukyuan. I miss my hometown sometimes.

Accent: Okinawan.

Animal Form: Pink Fox with 5 Tails.

Spirit Form: Glitchy, Monstrous Fox that’s constantly on fire and coughing up poison.

Spirit Level: Acceptance. yeaaaaa bitch. I accepted I was dead pretty quickly lol. There’s no use dwelling on it.

Powers: Time Travel, Resetting Time, Shapeshifting, Possession, Summoning, Divination, Creating Fire and Lightning, Dream Traveling, Flight, Invisibility, Teleporting, Illusions, Superhuman Strength, Mind Control, General Witchcraft/Magic, Creating and Seeing Omens, Siren Song, Strings.

Im like tottttesss overpowered.

Weapons: Knives, Circular Saw, Chainsaw.

Wand: Magatama, Gohei.

Alignment: Chaotic Evil.

Text Color: Pink.

Main Animal: Fox. yip yip!

Main Hobbies: Violin, Sanshin, Yotsutake, Cello, Koto, Yotsutake, Fan Dancing, Tea Ceremonies. :)

please gods feed me food.

Favorite Drink: Bukubuku Tea, Strawberry Tea, Hot Chocolate.

Favorite Fruit: Oranges.

Favorite Candies: Strawberry Pocky, Konpieto.

Favorite Meals: Udon w Abura-age, Chicken Katsu, and Curry. Inarizushi, Hotdogs, Sashimi.

Favorite Snacks: Cherry Blossom Chips.

Favorite Desserts: Tanghulu, Strawberry Icecream Mochi, Strawberry Cake.

Favorite Flower: Cherry Blossoms.

Scent: Hello Kitty Perfume. IT EVEN HAS THIS LIKE HELLO KITTY SHAPED BOTTLE AND IT SMELLS LIKE PINK.

Awareness: VERY Aware. (Effect: Negative.)

Birthday: April 14th 1459 (Aries, Rabbit, AB. ) hehe unlucky numbers babyyy.

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: Is banned in most countries for terrorism, Was the leader of her light music club in Highschool. :D

Comfort Objects: Sakura (Fox Plush), Reborn Baby Dolls.

Special Interests: Music, Crime.

Extras: Has 5 tails, usually only shows one though cause it’s hard to sit down with them.

Stims: Tail Wagging, Hand Flapping, lots of physical stimming.

Stimboard: LINK

Moodboard: LINK

Fashionboard: LINK

Family:

Inari, Amamikyu (Patron Deities/Mother Figures)

my moms are so annoying. But they’re nice or whatever.

Bushii Aya Otome, Ueekata Fuji Otome (Birth Parents.)

……

Yuki Sho, Mizuki Sho (Children)

……

Friends:

Odoroku, Yukai (BFFs). ODO IS LIKE MY BFF, and YUKAI IS GREAT TOO! I love crashing their datessss.

Kagayaki, Theo, Joan. They’re alright too!

Romance: None. yettttt ;) callll meee.

Enemies:

Kami. such a dickwad.

Hwan. The god complex on this man is extreme. And that’s coming from ME.

Pets: Neko (猫) (Raccoon) BEST CAT I LOVE HIM.

Brief Personality: Are is what you would call, Chaotic, Sadistic. She seems to take pleasure in messing with people. Changing the story, Breaking the 4th wall. They are highly intelligent, however she often hides that behind a vapid/pompous persona. In reality, all Are wants is attention and for someone to play her games with her.. However they would never admit that.

Brief Backstory: Are was born a very long time ago in modern day Okinawa. Her childhood name was Akira. Her family were originally rice farmers and the first few years of her life were relatively uneventful. Until her parents realized how much money there is in the con business. It started out small, saying that the teas they make could cure illness, then they could make creams and tonics that could cure blindness and heal broken bones.

Her parents slowly did any and every type of con in the book and slowly they included Akira in the Scams. Who couldn’t resist that cute little face? And Unfortunately her parents made Akira do, allot of things for money. Akira had to deal with sexual abuse from a very young age, which warped her sense of reality.

Her parents eventually scammed and broke mostly ever law to get their way up to the top. They pretended to be Warriors, they.. of course did not have any qualifications for that sort of job, but that didn’t stop them from reaching the royal palace with that scam. They were granted a living quarters within the grounds of the palace. And they offered their child as a Juri, helping the older prositutes and eventually as she got older becoming one.

When she became more mature she was given the name Are.

Are learned from an incredibly young age how to game the system. She knew exactly what to say to charm people and knew exactly what to do to get people to leave her alone. And eventually her intelligence paid off, She was proficient in all different types of dancing like fan dancing and Yotsutake. Performing for people within the palace and dazzling them.

Eventually Are made her way to dazzling the King and Queen with her talent in music and dancing, which made her family go up in the world. Her family wanted to use their connections to royalty as a means for power. But Are just liked the safety she got from it.

The King took an interest in Are, eventually making her a Aji-Ganashi. Which she begrudgingly accepted. However, this caused her to have some evil eyes cast upon her. She noticed the other concubines would bully and harass her. Putting rats in her room, Cutting her hair off. Are’s family made her put up with the abuse as they didn’t want to lose their connection with the royal family.

One day however it went too far, as one of the other concubines poisoned her. Are slowly died a slow and painful death as the poison took over her body, She remembers her mother and father laying over her before she closed her eyes, and was transported to a forest, She sat up confused, wondering where she was until she looked over and saw a woman by a glowing river. The woman beckoned her to come towards her.

Are hesitantly got up, dusting off her outfit and going to sit down next to the woman.

“Little one, What are you doing here?” The woman asked.

“I.. think I died...” Are said, fidgeting with her ryusou. “It’s kind of blurry..”

Are looked up at the woman. “I.. wasn’t expecting to go that quickly.. My parents are going to be so disappointed..”

The woman stared down at her, with a look that Are couldn’t quite make out.

“Heh, sorry.. I guess I shouldn’t complain.. That’s life right..?” Are shifted nervously.

The woman took Are’s hands. “What if I gave you a second chance?”

“A second chance? What do you mean..?” Are said. “It’s not like any of us have that kind of power..”

The woman laughed. “You have no idea who I am, do you?”

Are gave her a puzzled look. “Um. No.. not particularly..”

“I am, Amamikyu.”

Are’s eyes got wide, she immediately bowed to the goddess“OHMYGODLITERALLYIAMSOSORRYIWASBEINGSORUDEOHMYGOD”

“Wooooahhh easy now, no need for all of that, my child.” Amamikyu said, patting Are on the head.

“Listen, do you see this river?” The goddess said, pointing at the river beside them. “This, little one. Is the river of the gods. It is the essence of life. If you drink from it, I believe it should give you a second chance.”

“I- I don’t know if I deserve that..” Are said.

“Drink, That’s a command from your goddess.” Amamikyu pointed at the river, ushering the child to drink up.

Are did as she was told and drank the contents, waking up in her death bed. and of course, waking up from the dead is, yknow, kind of a big deal. So as you could imagine the entire room, then the entire palace, freaked out. Until finally the King and Queen were called to witness the miracle.

“You have been blessed by the spirits, so is the gift of the Onarigami.” The King Said. “You have cheated death itself.”

The King placed a magmatama around Are’s neck as a sign of her spiritual ascension, and that was enough for the concubines to know not to mess with a woman who literally cheated death. She played the role of a Kikoe-Ogmi despite her status, doing ceremonies and blessing people with a long and lasting life.

She actually enjoyed it. Despite her parents disappointment in no marriage or babies with any high ranking officials. Are genuinely was just happy dancing, singing, and doing rituals. The arts of religion and culture were her greatest passion.

However the pressures grew too strong, when not only her family but the entire palace pushed her to have children, to carry on her spiritual success to an heir. And so she reluctantly obliged.

Are fell pregnant with the Kings children, and she was honestly, very nervous. As the months ticked by she felt like anything could go wrong at any moment.. Afraid that someone else would betray her and try and kill her or worse her children again.. She got obsessed with finding ways of protecting herself, lucky charms, spells, trinkets. Until finally her babies were born.

Princess Yuki, and Prince Mizuki. Her babies. Looking at their small little faces she knew she would do anything to protect them. They both grew up with lucky trinkets and protective sigils sewn into their clothes. Are taught both of them how to read and write and how to play music and dance. She tried to give them a normal life despite their royal status.

Her parents, were.. idiots.. to say the least.. They thought since now that they have royal blood in their bloodline they could act high and mighty about it, being disrespectful to everyone in the castle. Are’s reputation was slightly protected due to her status, but the rumors about her family spread throughout the castle like wildfire. Her parents were gravely messing up their con with their own stupidity.

She knew she had to shut them up somehow, She couldn’t let her parents ruin what she had worked so hard to achieve, the life she built for herself, the life she built for her children. So she betrayed her parents, she told the court the truth about their con, and how they were not who they said they were.

She knew that she could play the court like a fiddle if she said the right thing, cried at the right time, played the right part, just like in her dances. And the court spared her and threw her parents out of the castle. Due to her spiritual powers they believed that she was sent here by the gods, despite her parents actions.

Are felt relief, for a little while. She had dodged a bullet. And now her kids are safe..

..Are they safe..?

Are looked at her children, and couldn’t help but feel like there was, a darkness around them. A darkness around her entire family. She didn’t understand why though, She was blessed by her goddess, She was the high priestess of the kingdom. Why did she feel like this?

It was probably all the bad omens, The dead birds that appeared when she was around the King and Queen, water turning into blood, It seemed no matter what Are did, no matter what magic she did or what good luck she tried to acquire nothing worked..

The rest of the palace started to notice the omens, She tried to convince them that she was trying to get rid of them, that it was just temporary. But she saw the doubt in their eyes. The whispers around the palace started to grow bigger and bigger.

“She’s cursed.” One would say. “She’s infected the palace with her madness.” Another would chime.

The Palace was convinced that her magic was nothing more than a fraud. That she is a hysterical mad woman who only was out to ruin the royal family. Are couldn’t believe this.. after everything she had done for them, after all the protection she gave them, after everything she sacrificed.

“It’s probably better if she just gets thrown in the cold palace.” One of the concubines said. “Then nobody would have to deal with her and her cursed children.”

Are, snapped when she heard that. How dare she? How could she say that about her children? About the life she had worked SO hard to create.

She didn’t even realize what she had done until she saw the blood on her hands, and the concubine on the floor unconscious. The guards grabbed her and Are kicked and screamed.

They threw her into the palace prison, Are banged and screamed on the walls of her cage but it was no use. She had messed up. Oh god she had messed up.

Are slid down the wall of her jail cell, she was completely disheveled. Her hair and accessories all askew, her outfit covered in blood. What had she done?

Was it weeks.. days.. months..? How long had she been here? What time is it? There’s no light down here. Are could hardly think straight, everything was fuzzy. She couldn’t focus on anything in the room. Were people in the room? Who knows. She was so dissociated she didn’t know.

“Are no Aji-Ganashi.” A Voice spoke.

Are looked up wearily, she was on the floor of her cell. She saw a priestess with a very stern expression looking down upon her.

Are could barely speak, she just laughed softly. Trying to get up with her weak stature, her legs wobbled as she stood.

The priestess started to speak in hymns and mantras, trying to purify Are of evil. Are knew the spells very well. They wouldn’t work of course. Whoever she was, she didn’t have the gift that Are did.

Are got on her knees in front of the Priestess, grabbing the hem of her skirt and crying into it. Are felt like she wasn’t even in control of her body anymore. She just cried and cried and begged for forgiveness. She screamed she wasn’t evil, please god just let her go.

The Priestess looked at her with disgust, kicking her away from her. She looked to the guards and whispered something and then walked out. Are was alone again. All she could do is cry.

She didn’t know how much time had passed until two guards grabbed her and started to drag her out of her cell. Her vision was blurry and all she could do is let them. She heard a crowd and she heard the sound of chains.

She was tied up to a pole, she looked down at the crowd and saw the King and Queen addressing the audience.

“This woman is cursed. She is an abomination. She charmed us with her wicked ways but she was actually sent by the dark forces. The darkness radiates off of her.” The king said.

The crowd cheered.

“We will not have this curse effect our kingdom, the royal bloodline. So just like her children she will be executed, for the good of the kingdom, for prosperity.”

Are’s ears were ringing. He couldn’t be serious. Did she hear that right? Her children were dead? She was going to die? She was cursed?

No. No. That can’t be right. No.

“Burn the darkness away!” The king ordered the guards.

She felt the heat of the fire, as she desperately tried to escape. She had to escape, she had to save her children, she had to save herself she had to-

She felt a power wash over her, something she had never felt before. And when she screamed out, she saw as all the people around her dropped dead. She laughed manically as the King, Queen, Guards, everyone. Everyone was dead.

The fire slowly consumed her. All she could see was smoke as she lost consciousness..

She woke up, to someone stroking her hair.

She looked and saw, Amamikyu, and a fox. She couldn’t move. Tears streaming down her cheeks.

“You have a knack for getting into trouble little one.” Amamikyu said.

Are couldn’t speak.

The fox slowly pressed a paw on Are’s forehead. She and the creature made eye contact. Are slowly pet their head. The fox was incredibly pleased, wagging their tail.

“My friend wants to give you a gift, my child.” Amamikyu said, scratching Are behind the ears.

“why..” Are could barely speak.

“They like you. Don’t you Inari-San?”

Inari nodded in reply, giving Amamikyu a little yip.

“But for now, you need to rest.” Amamikyu said. “Sleep my child.. You will get your gift when you wake up.”

Are closed her eyes, curling up in her mothers lap. Inari curling up next to her as well.

She fell asleep..

Until 500 years later. A child summons a Kitsune.

And the “curse” begins again.

#oc reference #oc #original character #rp #rp reference #role play #roleplay #my art #art #Spotify

[bisexualnathanyoung]

What If I’m Just Like Him?

Pairing: Nathan Young/OC (Mel Albright)

Word Count: 1,495

Warnings: pregnancy, panic attack, self-doubt, deadbeat dad references

Formatting is bad because tumblr is bad. Lots of dialogue.

“You’re lucky I love you,” I said to the baby growing inside me, “dancin’ on my bladder n shit.”

I sat up and glanced at the clock. 1:43. Then, I noticed Nathan wasn’t in bed. God I hope he’s not taking a shit. I’m about to piss my pants.

I made it to the toilet, and Nathan wasn’t in there. After a piss and a grunt and a handwashing, I walked in the kitchen. He wasn’t there either.

After shoving some biscuits in my mouth, I glanced out the window on the door and saw him. He was sitting on the ground, smoking a cigarette.

I opened the door. He looked up at me and waved the smoke in the air. He put out the cigarette on the ground.

“Don’t breathe that,” he said.

I looked down at him, “What are you doing out here? It’s cold.”

He shrugged, “y’know. Nicotine addiction.” I could tell it was more than just a midnight smoke.

“Come inside,” I said and bent over the ruffle his hair.

“Careful bendin’ over like that,” he said as he got up. I walked in the flat. He followed me and closed the door behind him.

I sat on the sofa and patted on the seat next to me.

Nathan sat down, “you should go back to bed, you’ve got work in the morning.”

I put my arm around him, “I’ve got work in like… eleven hours. That’s not morning. I’ll be fine.”

He laid his head on my shoulder, “we should really just… go back to bed.”

“I can tell something’s bothering you,” I said as I rubbed his arm.

“I’m fine, love,” he said without looking at me, “swear. You’ve got enough to worry about.”

“That doesn’t mean I can’t worry about you,” I said and kissed his head.

He placed his hand on my bump and rubbed it, “I’m so excited for our baby.”

He kissed my belly then sat up next to me again, “really. Don’t worry about it. I’m fine. I’m good. Our baby’s healthy. You’re healthy. Everything’s really good.”

I held his hand, “did I do something wrong?” I was almost certain I didn’t, but sometimes that was the only way to get him to open up. I knew we were both scared shitless about being parents and about all of the changes that were happening all at once, but I didn’t know if something specific had happened.

I just wanted to know. I wanted to fix it. Or at least tell him that it was okay to be upset.

He shook his head in a slight panic, “no no no no, I don’t think you’re capable of doing anything wrong.”

He pulled me closer to him and rested his hand on my bump, absentmindedly rubbing it.

“Well, that’s certainly not true,” I responded with a small laugh.

We sat there for a minute. I decided not to interrogate him into telling me what was wrong.

“Do you think I’m gonna be a good dad?” He said finally. Softly. Ah. I’d told him a million times before that I did, but it was worth it to tell him again.

“You’re already a good dad,” I said with a smile.

He made a noise, “How?”

“Always looking out for me. Always being there. Being responsible,” I responded, looking in his eyes.

He shrugged, “I’m not responsible.” Maybe that was true a year ago. Maybe that was still true in some ways, but he’d shown me he could be.

“Yes, you are,” I said. I felt the need to stick up for him even if it was to himself, “you helped me throw out all of the weed in the house. You got a job. You’ve supported me every step a this pregnancy. You didn’t have to do that.”

“Yes, I did. You were scared that the baby would get taken away the second it was born if we had stuff in the house. We didn’t have any money. I didn’t have a choice. That doesn’t mean I’m responsible,” he said, leaning against me again, not looking at me.

I sighed. Then, he looked at me.

“You could’ve left,” I said simply.

He looked away again, “that’s what scares me.” I was… kind of confused, but I tried not to react until I got more clarity.

“What d’you mean, love?” I said as I rubbed his back.

“My- They… forget it. I’m here for you and the baby. That’s all that matters,” I saw him try to discreetly wipe his eye. He tried to stand up, and I grabbed his wrist.

“Nathan,” I said in a more serious tone than I usually had, “Talk to me.”

He sat back down, sighed, and ran his hands through his hair.

He let out a breath, “My dad was there until he wasn’t.”

I held his hand, “hmm?”

He didn’t look at me and sounded like he was about to cry, “what if I make the wrong decision?”

And that made my anxiety spike. I knew he wanted the baby. I knew he wasn’t going to leave or did I?

“What do you mean wrong decision?” I asked and rubbed his hand.

“What if he wanted me and changed his mind?” I watched as he ignored the tears that fell, “what if I’m just like him? What if I change my mind?” His words and his breathing sped up as he continued to talk, “I’m just a fucking arsehole under it all. What if that to my kids? What if I let you down? Both of you? I don’t wanna be that! I don’t wanna be that!”

I continued to rub his hand, “you need to breathe, love. Try to breathe.”

He steadied his breathing a little bit, “I’m sorry… I’m sorry. I’m not trying to scare you… I’m not gonna leave… I’m not gonna leave… every time my mum was mad at me, she’d say I was just like him. She still doesn’t know… fuck, she’s going to be so disappointed,” he let go of my hand to run his hands through his hair, “She’s gonna say she knew it’d happen. She’s gonna say I’m gonna be a shit dad just like him. She’s gonna tell me off and say how could I do this.” He was breathing fast again. I wasn’t sure how to get him to calm down.

“It’s gonna be okay,” I said.

“My chest hurts, why does my chest hurt? Am I dying? I feel like I’m dying, and I’ve died before so I know what it feels like. You hate it when I die. I’m sorry for dying,” he said quickly.

“I think you’re having a panic attack,” I said, “you just need to calm down. You’re going to be okay. Everything’s going to be okay.”

“What’s that?” he said, “I don’t do that.”

I tried to get him to breathe with me and do some grounding exercises.

——

“What’s indigo? Isn’t that just blue? I already found something blue,” he said. The important thing was that he’d calmed down some.

“You can just skip to purple,” I said.

“Blanket,” he said lifting it up.

“Do you feel any better now?” I asked.

He set his head on my shoulder, “I don’t know.”

“That’s okay,” I responded, “it’s okay to not know.”

“But I need to be okay,” he replied, “I need to be okay for you.”

I put my arm around him, “you just need to be you. You’re allowed to be scared.”

“Maybe I should just call my dad,” he said, “so he can tell me he never wanted me. I need to know. Because I want our baby more than anything in this world, and I just don’t understand how he could leave. Maybe I was just too much trouble. He sent money… sometimes. He just didn’t want to deal with me. I wasn’t worth it. He expected Mum to do everything, but I don't want to be like that. I want to be a good dad. I want to be a good husband. But what if I can’t be? Because I’m mean and stupid and selfish and lazy, and what if one day I just walk out the fucking door because I’m a fucking idiot?!”

I held him close to me, “shh. Everyone has choices. Everyone makes mistakes. Things are going to be stressful and scary, but they’re also going to be beautiful and fun and wild. You’re not your dad, and you’re never going to be. You’re you, and you make your own choices. If you don’t want to leave then don’t. Maybe you’ve done less than savory things, we all have, but you’re also sweet and gentle and soft. You care so much. You think you don't, but you do. I’m glad you’re the person I’m starting a family with. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he said. He smiled at me and kissed me, “I really do.”

#idk what to tag this as #tumblr already fucked my formatting so it’s even lazier this time #just wanted to post this before I start my job tomorrow #I’m so tired #nathan young #nathan young fluff #nathan young x oc #misfits fanfiction #oc; melanie albright

[jochiew]

Turning 27

This year is the year I turn 27. 

27 seems small in the greater scheme of things, but the idea of mortality hits everyone at different ages, right? 

26 was the year that things finally settled - that things in my life seemed to work out. I have a wonderful partner who I am engaged to, (!) who makes me feel safe. I have a decent job, that I don’t hate, that pays alright, with kind bosses. I have an amiable relationship with my family. I have a great group of friends, an undeniably strong support system. Now, what more is there to ask for? 

Which is why I feel stuck - because the only thing I can look to upgrade or advance is me. What more can I do with my life?

In 2020, when I was 24, I worked on building myself - my interests and hobbies - music, reading, writing and exercising. I think I have been slacking on these hobbies, so it must come back in 2023. 

Ideally, the goal is to:

- finish 1 book a month - listen to 4 albums a month - work out 5 times a week - write when I have too many feelings.

Like now.

Recently, it has been getting harder to breathe - and nothing points to anything more than my nicotine habit. Or should I say addiction?

I’ve never been scared of death, and I still am not. But empathy and guilt always been the pain point for me. Thinking about others’ grief always crushes me with the heaviest weight, and this debilitates me. It debilitates me to the point that I do not see the point of the now, which is ironic, considering that the now is the only thing that I can change. 

Everyday I wake up and repeat the nightmare of “I should quit nicotine”, but struggle with the idea of “We all die anyway, so what’s the point?” 

Isn’t that how life works? We all know that we are going to die anyway, and we try to live each day as if it is our last. But to do that would be fallacious too. Because if we live each day as if it is our last, then what would the point of working be? What would be the point of thinking about our future? What would be the point of thinking about tomorrow at all? 

This is probably man’s greatest struggle - something that I never really had the space to think of, and never really found the answer to. 

The only answer that probably pops up in my mind is: To do my best.

But is my best enough? Will my best (reducing my addiction) still be killing me everyday? What is good enough? 

Baby says not to struggle with 5 things at once, and to struggle with only 1. My biggest struggle right now, then, is figuring out what I believe in. Is my anxiety the root cause of all the pain I am feeling? Is it manifesting in ways I am acutely unaware of? 

Nowadays, I’m not sure if I’m happy or if I’m pretending to be happy and hoping that I believe in it. I’m not sure if I’m pretending that I’m happy so that anxiety and grief does not rise up like a wave and crush me. 

I don’t want people to look at me and think: In the end, it was her own mind that killed her. In the end, it was her own inability to contend with reality that made her forget who she is. 

The biggest question I try to ask myself everyday is: what do I want from this life? Even if I quit nicotine, then what? Even if I manage to break free, then what? And I have no answer. Things go on like how the ocean flows, regardless of the passage of time, and the countless souls that come and go.

So what am I on this earth for? 

To be happy everyday seems like a good answer to me because it’s got me through all the pain I’ve ever suffered till today. But now that I’m not suffering anymore, how long will that answer last? 

[pearblossommina]

ToG Read-a-Long, Thone of Glass, Day 6

I don’t know what’s going on anymore, lol, here’s my raw thoughts

30

(Holy heck are we already on chapter 30???)

I love this chapter! Another look at the mystery, and another flirty moment between Dorian and Celaena. They’re very sweet together as they open up.

One thing I love about SJM’s protagonists is that they are allowed to have ex boyfriends and to make romantic mistakes. It is SO refreshing honestly, especially in the fantasy genre. I am on Celeana’s side. I think you can get married for a variety of reasons, and it shouldn’t matter if you love someone else outside of it. It’s pretty endearing to hear Dorian say “you marry the person you love, and only the person you love” but it also sounds like something a nineteen year old man would say. How very cliche of him! Dorian, baby, never stop believing in love! We’re all rooting for you!

31

Elena comes back! Hello Elena! I just realized I have not been keeping track of how many deaths there’s been. SJM will write a sentence like “there was another murder” and I’ll be like oh ok. Anyway in this chapter she does specifically say that there are 13 champions left. I don’t think anyone else died. Cain is still living, and he knows Celeana’s identity.

We also still have Nox and Perlor.

That leaves nine others… I don’t remember most of their names. I’m sure soon I won’t have to.

32

One more dies (12 champions left)

Puppies

Nehemia thinks Celaena has a crush

(She denies it) (girl why) (you liiiiiiike him)(we all see it)

Cain… is…. Possessed??

33

Kaltain is doing OPIUM! That’s actually really sad!

All this time I thought she was smoking a nicotine/tobacco pipe. I hope she doesn’t die. Girl, drugs are fun, but you gotta keep your head from getting addicted or you’ll end up like Danika.

Man, that scene made me so uncomfy. I felt really on edge the whole time I was reading it. Did Duke Perrington come up there to try and take advantage of her? Get fucked, Duke Perrington, and not in a fun way.

Oh and also Nehemia. Nehemia I hope you’re ok sweetie. I wanna brush your hair gently back from your forehead and place a tender kiss in the middle of it and tell you everything will be alright. Kaltain is over here dealing with first world problems, but you are dealing with some pretty dark stuff! I love you Nehemia, I hope you know how much I am rooting for you!

34

Aww

I really do like Dorian. He’s incredibly loveable in this chapter.

35

Everyone’s dying off screen lol

Only six champions left

It’s like the competition took a back page to the inner turmoil of Celeana not ever getting to kiss Dorian.

I am

Furious

I’m waiting for the ROMANCE

How many more times can these two hang out before she finally tugs him into her lap and kisses him….

Now it turns out Nehemia is being set up as a twist villain? Somehow I don’t buy it. I guess I just have to wait and see.

This book is getting so vague with it’s champions and tasks… I mean. It’s weird how so much of the competition and the other champions just straight up dying happens off screen. (I’m still trying to pay attention I’m just losing interest, lol.)

#tog read along 2023 #throne of glass #we’re nearly there! only like 20 more chapters left?

[mariesstudying]

Hot take (probably but I hope not):

I think we should treat heavy drinkers the same way we treat smokers/vapers. When I say heavy drinkers I mean the people who brag about drinking since they were 12, drink loads on nights out and can’t go more than a few days without alcohol. These are the kind of people not really considered alcoholics but lowkey should be.

I always see posts on social media of people saying “at least I’m not gonna get lung disease because I’m addicted to flavoured air” or something along those lines about smokers and vapers. I think we need to bring this energy to the kinds of drinkers I described. Before I get told I can’t say anything because I don’t drink, I’m also someone who drinks, although I usually drink 1-3 times a month and sometimes I go over a month without alcohol. When I was in my first year of uni, I did drink more often (once a week) but I don’t drink that much anymore. I emphasise the kinds of drinkers I described above because even people who don’t drink much/often are better.

I’m not saying one group is morally better than the other, I’ve not really though about that tbh, but health wise, definitely. In the same way non-smokers will say they are better because they aren’t actively giving themselves lung disease, non-drinkers and light/medium drinkers are better because they are actively destroying their liver and other organs affected by alcohol.

Same goes for pregnant people who drink when pregnant, you are actively trying to give your child a preventable disability because you can’t stop drinking for 9 months. If you can’t stop drinking to keep your baby safe, maybe consider that you have an issue.

If you’re going to say that smokers/vapers are bad because they give people 2nd hand smoke, alcohol drinkers do the same with drunk driving, violent/aggressive behaviour, vandalism, property damage etc. In western countries where this kind of drinking culture is prevalent (not that it isn’t in other countries but yk what I mean), things like drunk driving are a leading cause of death.

So the kinds of drinkers I described in the beginning of this post, you aren’t better or cooler than other people. If we’re going to shit on smokers/vapers for being addicted to nicotine and flavoured air, I think the same can be done for people who can’t go more than a few days without drinking a bunch of shit tasting liquid that has 0 benefit and will give you negative long term health consequences.

#alcohol #drinking #stop bragging you sound stupid

[lilbitofdevilinthoseangeleyes]

i lay in the bed i bought

by myself

staring at the blinds shadows on the walls

of the apartment im renting

listening to my 4 year old cough

hoping it doesn’t wake my baby up

life happens the way it does for a reason

and I don’t think I could’ve done anything to change it

i was handed the cards i was before I was born

and those two sets of blue eyes that look up to me

and two sets of arms that reach out for me

are the reason im here

and have accomplished what I have

but if i could go back and tell 10 year old me

what I know now

give her the mindset I have now

I wouldn’t mind seeing that play out

If my younger self found out I didn’t wait for marriage

swear up a storm

have my dads temper

and my mothers urges to go out

have a nicotine addiction

smoked weed

didn’t get my license until 21

have two daughters

by two different dads,

she’d be so, so heart broken

but if I could go back

and tell 20 year old me

yes you’ll have his baby

and won’t be with him anymore

but you’ll have your license

a car

your own place

a job you’re really good at in a career you love

a promotion on the way

and your anxiety will be 1% of what it used to be

she’d say you’re lying

there’s no way.

and she’d know every bit of pain

was worth the change these last 2 years has brought

she’d take it all

if it meant she had what I do now