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satorusdiary · 1 year

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“mmm, i think i jus like them a little older.”

Dilf!Toji Fushiguro x Reader

Warnings: Toji and reader have an age gap (reader is 21, Toji’s in his late 30’s,) Toji has Megumi in this, kissing, making out, groping, sexual talk, cursing, fingering, orgasms, squirting, mentions of ‘daddy’ 2 times, idk anything else lmk

Summary: Just you being obsessed with your older boyfriend Toji :)

Toji

Hey baby, where are you? I’m parked at the front.

You

I’m coming out rn, my professor held me n my friend back to talk ab something

Sent 1:48 pm

“Y/n, i understand your boyfriend is ‘smoking hot’. But i didn’t think he was so scary! Also, he’s like twice your age..” Your friend Haruki mumbled out, rubbing her arm with her free hand.

You sighed, it’s the same comment your friends have given you whenever they had a chance to see your boyfriend. They would drool over him, then they would be shocked at how old he was. But you didn’t care, he’s your man. And he loves you.

“mmm, i think i jus like them a little older.” You smirked and pushed open the double doors that led outside. You instantly spotted the black tesla that was parked underneath the trees.

“He’s fucking rich too! You a lucky girl y/n.” Haruki hummed as she pulled out her phone. You laughed in response, adjusting your skirt along with your jacket. “He’s here, i’ll see you next time we come back?”

She nods her head and holds your hand, slightly drifting away as she goes her separate path. “Yup! see you thenn.” She waved and turned her back.

The closer you approached the car the better you were able to see your pretty boyfriend through the window. A grin appears on your face, cheek to cheek as you knocked on the window, signaling him to open the door.

He looked up at your side of the window and watched as you waved at him with one of the sweetest smiles he’s ever come upon on, making him unlock the door and wave back at you.

You opened the door, immediately sitting on your personal seat which no one else was allowed to sit on. Toji, who placed your seatbelt for you leaned over and pressed a sweet, long kiss on your glossy plump lips. Making you snicker when you feel his lips sucking on your bottom one.

“Hey old man.” You snickered once more, making Toji groan as he pulls away and starts the car. “Always givin me shit, the first’ second i see you again. Little brat.”

“—‘m the one whose payin’ your fuckin tuition, be grateful for me sweet girl.” He side eyes you and slithers his hand onto your bare inner thigh. His fingers ghosting over your underwear.

“I know.” You trailed off. “Thank you, daddy” you blurted the name as a joke. Knowing towards Toji, this “joke” was something that could push his buttons. Sexually that is.

Toji smirked and began messing around with the hem of your underwear fabric, pulling the small edges and letting it go just so it could slap agains your wet clit.

“Take off your underwear, baby.” He whispered, continuing to drive away from the college campus. You instantly did as he was told, holding both edges of your underwear and dragging it down to your feet. Toji had his hand out, waiting for you to hand over your underwear.

“Why do’ya need my underwear?” You questioned. Toji chuckled and looked over to you, caressing your soft doughy cheek. “So i can touch my baby, of course.” He mumbled, taking your underwear and stuffing it into his pocket.

“Y’know. Gumi really misses you, been whining about how he’s stuck with me while you go to school.” Toji rubs your clips making you grab onto his arm and take a deep breath in at the sudden contact.

“o-oh really? i miss my Gumi too, ‘m happy i get to see him soon.” You stuttered when Toji began sinking his fingers deep inside of your sobbing pussy, you were full and it wasn’t even because you were right, it was becasuse Toji’s fingers were massive.

The sharp turns Toji makes when he has to drive by a neighborhood to get to your guy’s home has you feeling like your on a roller coaster. But the feeling of his fingers slowly moving inside of you drives you even more crazy.

His pace gets faster, making your breathing get heavier and your moans get louder. Music to Tojis ears, more satisfying than the music playing on his radio. Your juices continue to leak onto Toji’s seats but he doesn’t seem to mind.

“ohh- toji please.. go faster.” You moaned, gripping on his arm trying to convince him to thrust into you faster. “Please who?” Toji questions.

“Please daddy.” You throw your head back more into the head cushion on your seat. A smirk appears on Tojis face, he stops at a red light and goes over to place a few kisses on your lips. Occasionally he would swipe his tongue over yours and massage your breast with his free hand.

He thrusts in faster and deeper inside of you, the small droplets of liquid spilling out of you the more aggressive he plunges his fingers inside your pussy. The coil in your stomach building up as you cry out even more. The man beside you is only grinning, noticing how much your clenching around his two massive fingers.

Even if it wasn’t his cock, his fingers did know how to please you as if he was using his cock. Like, how big it was, how fast he was able to thrust his fingers inside you, and how deep it was able to reach inside of you. Better than you ever expected it.

“You gonna come sweetheart? Cum around my fingers, c’mon make a mess for me darling.” He coo’s. “Godd.. Toji.” You wince as his fingers abuse your g-spot, driving you on edge as you chase your orgasm.

Before you knew it, you had squirted in his hand. You thought it was embarrassing, Toji on the other hand thought it was cute. What he did next left you flabbergasted.

He brought his hand from between your thighs and licked a strip of your juices, making you agap your mouth open and slap him lightly on his arm.

“Oh my gosh, Toji!” You shut your eyes and clenched your sticky wet thighs together. The heat in your cheeks getting hotter as you realize you don’t have your underwear no more.

“What’s wrong? ‘m in the wrong ‘for wanting to taste my sweet, innocent lil girlfriend?” Toji smirks.

You rolled your eyes and turned away from him to look out the window. “Let’s jus go home, i wanna’ go to bed already old man.” You abruptly jabber out.

“Ahem— i mean, toji..” You coughed out once you notice the older man’s glare towards you.

“That’s my girl, always so polite.”

Your wobbly legs were not helping you once you tried walking out of Toji’s tesla, that was parked outside of his garage. Luckily, before you could’ve fallen Tojis muscular arm had a hold around your waist, keeping you steady from falling.

“—t’s your fault old man! Your fingers so fucking massive, might as well break me in half huh.” You complained and held onto his other hand that wasn’t around your waist. A snort was let out from the older male beside you as he walked the both of you towards your home.

“I’m supposed to be sorry? fuckin brat. Be happy it wasn’t my dick, shit could’ve been a thousand times messy.” Toji grinned down at you, watching as you don’t meet his eyes and look away embarrassed.

“The silent treatment huh? You’re breaking my heart, sweet girl.” He hums, his hands getting lose as he tries to pull away once you and him make it to the front porch of your home.

“..’m sorry, Toji.” You mumbled and hugged his torso, placing your head on his muscular chest. The thin, tight black shirt that was over his torso just held his figure so well, you couldn’t help but awe over your pretty boyfriend.

“it’s okay, baby. Now let’s go inside? Gumi might still be watching tv.” He kissed your forehead.

You nodded your head and twisted the doorknob leading you inside the house. The first thing you noticed was a little boy sitting on the couch, with a crayon on hand, drawing on a blank piece of paper.

“Gumi?” You called out to the little boy. Toji was behind you locking the door, but still paid attention to when you would interact with his son.

Megumi looked back at the entrance, you could’ve sworn his eyes lit up when he saw you. He jumped out of the seat and ran over to you, his arms wide open as he wants to pull you in a big hug.

“y/n!” The four year old cooed, giving you a big hug making you kneel down. You smiled and nuzzled your face into his hair, massaging his back.

“Hey, megumi. You missed me?” You mumbled to him. It’s been a few days since you’ve been home, staying on campus for the whole week meant not being able to see your loved ones. Which was a pain when you couldn’t see Toji, or Megumi.

“missed you s’much. Dad has been nagging me ever since you left..” He clung onto your arm, signaling that he wants you to carry him on your hip. Which you did.

“no th’fuck i didn’t. He jus wants you to feel bad for him, don’t fall for it.” Toji tsked and made his way towards the kitchen, to grab a drink of water.

You snickered and placed Megumi back on the couch, leaving him to continue drawing and watching his cartoons. Toji, who was still in the kitchen was occupied opening a wine bottle.

Your hands snaked around his torso as you buried your head into his back, your cheek being smushed in the process.

“Shower with me, please” You mumbled. Toji stopped using the cork screw and looked back at you with a questionable expression.

“y’want my dick hm? jus couldn’t wait til we made it to the bedroom.” Toji chuckled and ruffled your hair, placing a kiss on your temple.

“maybe.. but i just want to shower for now.” You winked, pressing a kiss on his lips. After, you walk towards the stairs unbuttoning your top.

Right then and there, he’s convinced that he’s inlove. Toji never believed in love, until he met you. A young, innocent soul who was willing to patch him up when he was badly injured after getting into another battle.

If he were to ever talk about love, or the person he cherishes the most. He’d talk about you, and him together. And Megumi of course.

The sounds of the shower running comes into his senses, along with your voice yelling for him to join you. A grin appears on his features.

“yeah, ‘m coming sweetheart hold up.”

A/N: don’t mind errors

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kindacreepy-kindaugly · 2 years

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It's the same thing almost every night

I go to him, we cuddle for a bit, I try to talk about somethin that happened before (I guess that's where my mistake is, but if I can't even tell him how bad it hurt it's never gonna be any different)

He either says somethin that hurts, or pushes me down n pretends he doesn't notice I don't wanna do it unless I say it out loud (n even if I do say it half the time he'll try to coerce me or change my mind anyway, n I'm always scared he'll get mad at me, I'm not supposed to say no)

I cry. He finally stops cause he doesn't like seein me cry anymore. We talk. I beg him to just stop makin me feel like he cares. He explains himself somehow, I can't tell if it even makes any sense, but he convinces me he doesn't wanna hurt me (if he did it's cause he was angry, but it was a mistake n he shouldn't have)

I can never remember how we end up there but we fuck anyway. This time I don't mind it, he's gentle, I feel good bein close like that, I tell him I love him, he calls me his sweet angel baby n looks at me in that way that's almost got me convinced any of it means anythin.

And after I feel nothing.

I try to sleep n maybe I can or maybe I spend the rest of the night gettin back up for a cig every two hours. At some point we probably do it again n I still feel nothing.

I don't know why I can never remember what he says to take me from heartbroken to puttin out. It's like he does somethin to my brain n whatever he did or said is just...wiped out, so I'm just left wantin him again. I don't know even know if I really want it or if it's just so that he'll look at me the way he does.

#doll #spdrvent #i just wish i knew if he really means any of it #i think tonight he said he's so used to considerin whatever upset he causes as other people's problem n not his that #he forgets he hates seein me upset or hurt. especially if he's the one who did it.#& i'm just....i don't know if that's even an excuse anymore. i guess he expects me to be happy he actually cares if i'm hurt or not?#n i guess i am but...still. idk how to make him remember that before he tears me apart again.#i know it shouldn't matter if he means any of it i know at some point givin him new chance after another is just pure stupidity but #i can't bring myself to even think about givin up. especially now that he's locked up n i'm the only one that's gonna be visitin #it kills me just thinkin about him alone in there #he's tryin to act so tough but i don't think he's left the bed once after they put him in there #i don't know how this cycle is ever gonna end when i can't. stop goin back.#i can't stop believin everythin he says when it's all done n quiet n we're just lyin in the mess we made again #& the way he looks at me sometimes.....fuck. he never did that before. not with that look.#makin me feel like i'm the most precious thing he's ever held when we both know damn well he's just gonna hurt me again #again again again it never fucking ends cause i never fucking learn

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lovebugism · 1 year

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can I request steeb taking care of shy!reader who is upset after a bullying incident in school? I figured she would be a year younger (like robin’s grade) because I don’t think anyone would touch her if king steve was around. I feel like he’s be so soft with her but also reeling at the thought that someone hurt his girl!

thanks for ur request anon! idk if i can count this as a blrub because it's nearly 3k words but alas pls enjoy! tw for blood (knee scrapes) and j*son c*rver

You come to Family Video with a scrape on your left knee.

It’s not the weirdest thing in the world — you ride a worn-down bike that’s probably older than you are. Steve’s been begging you to get a new one for as long as he’s known you, outright offering to pay for the damn thing as long as he’s sure it’ll get you to him without getting hurt in the process.

You reject him every time. “It gets me where I need to go,” you always shrug. “What more could I want from it?”

And he wants so badly to be angry at the beauty you manage to find in mediocrity. But he can’t be, really. It’s why you fell in love with him in the first place, isn’t it? Why you took the heartbroken boy in your arms on Halloween night in 1984 and convinced him he wasn’t bullshit despite what he told you. He’d be an idiot to be mad at how kind you are.

But when you walk into Family Video, halfway limping with blood dripping down your knee, he knows it’s different.

Something more than a toppled bike hurt you.

“Oh, god, babe,” he winces from where he stands at the counter with Robin. “What happened?”

“I fell,” you shrug as he races over to you.

“You fell?” Robin scoffs. “Knock me out with a feather.” You know she’s joking, but it’s a little too monotone, and you’re a little too sensitive. Something in her words hurts more than your throbbing knee.

Steve, who knows you like the back of his hand, understands exactly what your diverted gaze means. When you look down to the floor, he shoots Robin a firm glare.

What? she mouths, obviously confused at the sudden silence.

“Can you get the first aid kit from the back? I think there might be some gauze in there,” he asks, deciding to change the conversation entirely. He wraps an arm around your waist and walks slowly with you to the counter. He meets your grimace with a soft smile. “I’ll clean it, wrap it up, and you’ll be good as new.”

You don’t give him anything in response. Not even a pity smile.

He sits you on the counter with the open first-aid kit beside you. Robin flips the store sign to closed. It’s barely five o’clock. She starts tidying up the store to go home, anyway.

Steve wipes up the warm blood with a napkin and cleans the scrape with an alcohol wipe. You hiss at the feeling — it’s like a hundred tiny bee stings. From where he sits just below you on a worn swivel chair behind the counter, he leans in to press a kiss just above the cut.

Without all the blood, it looks a lot less gnarly than before.

“See? It’s not so bad,” the boy smiles as he unravels some gauze. “I’ll patch it up, baby you for the rest of the night, and you’ll forget it ever hurt by morning.”

Again, you don’t even smile. You just purse your lips to the side and nod.

Steve’s heart stings, but he doesn’t take anything by it. He wraps the bandage down and over your knee in an even rhythm. He tries not to be so direct when he asks: “How’d this happen, anyway, huh? Did Ol’ Sliver finally give up on you?”

You shake your head, eyes on the gauze instead of the boy. The white cloth splotches with pink from where your wound still weeps. “No,” you answer quietly. “Just fell.”

“Just fell, huh?” he repeats quietly. A few caramel-colored strands fall over his forehead as he peers up at you with his chin tilted towards his chest. He tries his best to smile. “You’re givin’ me the sad eyes, babe. I feel like it was more than just a fall.”

“It was stupid…”

He scoffs. “Never.”

“A car drove by me,” you confess, only half-lying. You try to look down at him, but your gaze wavers along with your courage. “And the music was kinda loud, and it… It startled me a little.”

You don’t tell him that Jason Carver intentionally swerved on the wrong side of the road to scare you — or that he yelled mean things through the rolled-down passenger window before speeding off again. It’s easier to keep it to yourself. You don’t want it to become a whole thing.

Steve’s brows furrow as he tucks the end of the bandage to keep it from unraveling. “Were they going too fast?”

“I don’t know. Kind of.”

“It wasn’t those football assholes, was it? I swear to god, they need their license revoked.”

“No,” you answer, quick to soothe his rising anger. “It was— It wasn’t anyone. I just got scared, and I swerved off the road, okay?”

Even in your mousy voice, it sounds like you’re being stern with him. And you’re never stern with him.

“Well, that’s okay,” Steve assures with a shrug. “We all get scared. It’s better than you getting hit, I guess.”

“I guess,” you echo with a huff, a teasing smile on your lips.

Steve grins back, happy to see you less pained. He smacks a gentle kiss to your wrapped-up knee. “Go get in the car, okay? I’ll clean up here, put your bike in the trunk, and we can go home.”

You go shy as you peer at him from beneath your lashes. “Your home?” you clarify, secretly hoping he’ll say yes.

His answer isn’t surprising. “Of course, my home. You practically live there, anyway.”

You smile and brush a soft kiss to the scruff of his jaw, murmuring a quiet thank you there before leaving. You’re not limping nearly as badly as you had been before.

Robin waits for the door to ding shut before blurting: “I think it was Jason.”

Steve stills with the first-aid kit in his hands. He squints at her from where she stands between the horror and X-rated horror aisles.

“What?”

“I think that’s who might’ve run her off the road.”

“…Why?”

“He gives her a hard time sometimes, I don’t know,” she explains vaguely and with a sigh. “Normally, it’s stupid. Like, honestly, I just think he’s super shit at flirting. Maybe he was just trying to scare her and… got a little carried away…”

Anger burns red hot in Steve’s chest. It blooms just behind his ribcage like a flower with fire for petals.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asks through gritted teeth, trying not to sound too angry. It’s not like Robin was the one who hurt you, after all — just some douchebag who wouldn’t have laid a hand on you if he knew who your boyfriend was.

Steve’s knuckles go white as his grip tightens on the plastic box.

“Because I thought it was harmless!” Robin agonizes as she rushes to meet him. Her deep ocean eyes swim with worry, frightened that he might be angry at her. “Seriously. Most of the time, it sounds like he’s just being mean to get into her pants. And, like, I don’t know if that’s how he landed Chrissy back in the day or what, but he’s obviously got no clue what kind of girl he’s flirting with because…”

She trails off at Steve’s hardened umber gaze.

Robin groans and leans over the counter, reaching for the boy’s wrist. “Please don’t be mad at me, Stevie. My heart can take that. I’ll be sick for days—”

“I’m not mad at you, Rob,” the boy promises. He sighs. “I just gotta… go beat up a kid now.”

—————

You’re too focused on the stars and the feeling of Steve’s warm hand on your thigh to notice he’s taking the wrong route home.

The car slows way sooner than you expected. When you come back down from the clouds, you find that you’re in a near-empty lot. The car jolts softly when Steve puts it in park.

“What are we doing?” you turn to him with furrowed brows.

Steve unclicks his seatbelt. “I’ll be right back.”

You look past him, at the large building lit up by amber streetlamps and the green door with a light in its window. Every so often, someone will whip by it wearing a white jersey. Your heart sinks.

“Why are we at school?” you asked, scrunched-faced in a mixture of anger and worry. You don’t know how he knows what happened to you, only that he does know.

“I need to take care of something here. It’s okay—”

“Don’t go in there,” you plead. “Please. Let’s just go home—”

“I’ll be right back,” he repeats. He leans over the console to kiss your cheek. You don’t lean into it like you usually do.

“Steve—”

The car door shuts and cuts off the rest of your pleas.

Steve has an easy time getting into the gym. The backdoor is propped open with a small wooden block like it always is. The coaches welcome him in like usual. They beam as the old team captain waltzes into the newly painted gym like he owns the place.

“Harrington!” the burly man calls over the sounds of squeaking shoes and bouncing basketballs. “Come to turn in an application, finally? I’ve only been asking you to be co-coach since you graduated.”

Steve smiles coolly. “No. Not yet… I, uh— I actually needed to talk to one of your players.”

The man shoots him a look.

“Jason Carver.”

“Oh,” the man chuckles, a deep belly laugh. “You only wanna pull my star player out of practice, huh?”

“It’ll take, like, two seconds. Tops.”

A momentary stare-off ensues. Steve knows the answer he’s going to get. Everyone at this damn school has got a soft spot for him. Perks of being Hawkins High royalty, he figures.

“Two,” the coach says in the place of any real answer.

He takes the green whistle from his neck and blows into it. The shrill sound echoes through the gym. Like trained dogs, the boys on the court still.

“Carver!” the man shouts, almost too loudly. Steve winces from beside him. “Get over here!”

Jason passes the ball off and jogs to meet them without question. When Steve says he’s got something to tell him, the blonde-haired boy smiles like it’s a privilege. Red-faced and out of breath, he trails behind Steve as they walk out into the hallway.

“Don’t tell me you’re coming to be assistant coach,” the boy says with an audible smile. “Coach Blair has only been talking about it for a year—”

When the double doors shut behind him, Steve whips around and shoves the boy into the lockers. They clang beneath his sudden weight and echo down the empty corridor. Jason’s smug face contorts into shock. “—What the hell?”

He tries to regain his footing, but Steve only shoves him backward again. His hands twist in the neck of his jersey.

“What the fuck are you doing, man?” Jason shouts.

Steve’s stern features never waver. He leans in close, eyes trained on the boy like a predator to prey. “Leave my girl alone,” he threatens lowly.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about! I don’t know who your girl is—”

“You know exactly who I’m talking about,” Steve spits in response. The lockers bang once more when he shoves the boy backward again. “Should break your leg for what you did to her. What would the star player do then, huh?”

Jason’s wide eyes flit between the both of Steve’s. He racks his brain for what he might’ve done so wrong and who he might’ve done it to. He gapes at the realization — “Bambi? Bambi’s your girlfriend?”

“Oh, that’s what you call her?” Steve muses in a monotone, feigning interest. “How cute.”

“I didn’t know, man. I swear. If I knew, I never would’ve—”

“I don’t care. And stop pleading, alright? It’s embarrassing.”

Jason goes quiet. His Adam’s apple bobs when he swallows. Steve’s hand loosens on his jersey. His ice-cold gaze never wavers.

“I don’t wanna know what you did to her. I don’t wanna know why you’re doing it, either — if you think she’s pretty, or if she’s easy-pickings for assholes like you — I don’t care.” He presses the boy further into the lockers, their noses inches apart. “But if I hear you’re messing with her, talking about her to your friends— if you so much as look in her direction again, I promise you won’t like what I do to you.”

Jason’s jaw clenches. He juts out his chin in a feeble attempt to make himself taller. “Yeah?”

Steve nods. “Yeah.”

“That’s real rich coming from someone who couldn’t even beat up Jonathan Byers.”

“I’ve learned a lot since then,” the older boy promises, weirdly composed. “Feel free to find out if you don’t believe me.”

The boy stays quiet.

Steve shoves him backward when he lets go of him. He gives him a final glare and one last warning before walking back toward the gym. “And plant your feet when you’re on the court, alright? It’d be a real shame if you broke an ankle.”

—————

The drive to his house is silent.

It usually is. Most of the time, you’re too zoned into the music or making shapes in the clouds to talk. But now it’s because you’re angry. Steve would be an idiot not to notice. He can feel it radiating off of you like steam.

He reaches for the console and turns the air-con up.

“Are you hot?” he asks in a feeble attempt to break the quiet.

With your arms crossed and your gaze out the window, you deadpan: “I’m mad.”

“I feel like that’s sorta the same thing,” Steve jokes with a weak, lopsided smile.

“I didn’t want you to do that,” you choke through a tight throat. “You’re just gonna make it worse.”

“Well, it wouldn’t have gotten so bad if you would’ve just told me.”

You turn to him with eyes glassy from unshed tears. A stoplight bathes the both of you in shades of neon scarlet. “I didn’t want to tell you because I knew you’d do something about it,” you spit.

“So you’d rather let some asshole run you off the road, huh? Is that it?”

He doesn’t mean to be so harsh. He’s just upset, and the adrenaline’s making him antsy.

Steve learned a long time ago not to be so forward with you. Even if he’s just joking around, even if he’s mad and saying shit he doesn’t mean — you’re not built for that. You’re made of something softer: marshmallow fluff and crocheted yarn and flower petals. It’s why you let Jason Carver pick on you for so long without saying a word about it.

“It’s not like that,” you argue quietly, blinking back tears as you turn away from him again.

Steve sighs. “I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean— I’m just upset, okay? I didn’t mean to yell.”

“I know…”

“I just wish you would tell me these things, you know?”

His hand is warm on the skin of your thigh as he smooths his palm over it. Your eyes flit to your leg and then to him. You nod. “I know. I just…” Your features crumple when you trail off.

Steve squeezes your thigh in reassurance. “You just what?”

“I didn’t want you to think I couldn’t handle myself,” you confess quietly. “Everyone thinks I’m so weak. I didn’t want you to think that, too.”

“I don’t think you’re weak,” Steve scoffs out a laugh, like he almost can’t believe you’d even think something like that.

Your brows furrow. “No?”

“No. Not even a little bit. But as your boyfriend— ‘cause I am your boyfriend, right?”

You meet his teasing gaze with a half-hearted scowl. You’ve only been dating for a year and a half. You nod to humor him.

“Exactly. So, as your boyfriend, it’s my job to help you through the hard shit, you know? Just because you can get through it on your own doesn’t mean you have to.”

Your chest swells. You try not to smile too wide, but it’s hard not to. You’ve never had someone who wanted to protect you before. It’s as strange as it is gratifying.

“Okay,” you concede with a nod.

“Okay?”

“Okay,” you repeat with a giggle.

Steve leans over the console, moving slowly like his lips are made of magnets that drift to yours. Through the overwhelming urge to kiss you, he jokes: “Is it— and I’m just checking here— is it okay?”

You shake your head and lean to meet him halfway. “You’re such a dork.”

Your lips barely brush before a loud honk echoes behind you. You jolt apart from him, not noticing that the light had turned green until then.

Steve sighs and mourns your unkissed lips. His engine roars softly as he presses on the gas.

He’d noticed. He saw the light change about twenty seconds ago — how the bright crimson changed into a softer shade of lime that bathed you in its neon hues. He just loved the way you looked in green.

#published by bug #steve harrington x reader #stranger things x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x you #stranger things imagine #steve harrington fanfic #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington x shy!reader #stranger things fanfic #st drabbles #stevie drabble

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gothhabiba · 1 year

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hello, i kno close reading aint the only way to analyse a text but im trying to find other ways of doin it but google is just givin me how to do close readings in your classroom things. idk im not a booksguy really tho id like to learn how to books better. do u have any like basic resources for ways to read a text an figure out whats goin on in it that isnt doing a close reading? thanks

Close readings are mostly associated with new criticism. This school of criticism, like every other, arose in a particular time and place and can be analysed as having arisen for a particular reason. Also like every school of criticism, it has its adherents and its detractors. But considering the "work" as its own whole, self-contained aesthetic object in the way that NC does is not the only way to read.

Some other approaches, off the top of my head, & the schools of criticism they're roughly associated with:

How does the work make you feel? What are your reactions to it? What emotions and associations does it conjure up? What is your spatial or temporal experience like reading the work (like, how does the work appear to you as something that unfolds over time, as you read it? When and how are you reading it)? How do your expectations about a certain work affect how you read? [Reader-response]

What is the economic and ideological history of the genre, form, and aesthetics of the work in question? What ideological function does the work seem to serve? Does it serve to convince its readers of anything, and if so, what political implications does its viewpoint have? What ideas of oppression, history, and the forms that resistance can take does the work present or seem to advocate for? What does it make visible or invisible, what does it make seem possible or impossible? [Marxist literary criticism / Marxist aesthetics]

When, where, and by whom was the work published? What else do we know about the author's opinions on aesthetics, politics, &c., and how do we know it? How are those opinions reflected by, or in tension with, what you see in the work? Were there any problems getting the work published, and, if so, do they have to do with the author's class or gender or politics, &c.? Where and how was the author living (richly or poorly, working as a maid in another household or employing servants or a wife to free up time for intellectual pursuits) while writing?

And, doubling down on when the work was published—what were the popular or dominant discourses about science, biology, human cognition, political economy, race, gender, war, &c. &c. when and where the author wrote and published? How does the work seem to mobilise, use, subvert, echo, further, or contest those discourses? How would the work's first readers have read it in light of the popular discourses they were familiar with? [contextualism; new historicism]

What materials was the book originally published in? Where did those materials come from? Was it cheaply or expensively made? How much was it sold for? Who would have been able to afford it? What does the form of the book (any illustrations? what's the typeface and size? margin size? hardcover or paperback?) imply about who is meant to read the work, and how they're meant to read it? What effect did the state of print technology at the time of the book's publishing have on its final form (e.g., it used to be impossible to have text and an image on the same page in a mass-produced book)? Where do the objects described in the book presumably come from, and by whose labour would they have been produced and transported? What does this say about the material lives of the characters? [Material culture studies]

What are the early notices and reviews of the book like, and where do they appear? Who wrote them and where did they publish them? Is the book mentioned in diaries and letters from around the time of its publication? How did the responses to the book change over time? How did audiences in different places, or of different demographics in other ways, respond to the book? What went into making the book accessible to new audiences over time? What extra-textual stuff (“paratext”: book covers, advertisements, interviews, reviews) influence how people read the work? [Reception history; translation studies; maybe fandom studies]

Who edited the work? How much control did the publishing house, and the publishing house's readers, have over the final format of the text? Who decided what the punctuation would be like, and where the chapter breaks would go? Who decided on the spelling (was it published at a time when spelling was standardized? Did the author's manuscript contain any idiosyncratic spellings? Did the publishing house have a house style)? Are there any ideological connotations to "correcting" this author's spelling? Was the author's manuscript typed or handwritten? Were there any problems reading their handwriting? How many versions of the manuscript were there, and how did the publishing house chuse which to work from? [Editorial theory]

These associations between methods of reading and schools of criticism are mostly just to give you terms to look up to read more. Scholars don't all necessarily belong firmly to a given school, and people often mix and match various modes of reading to be able to argue what they want to argue.

#Anonymous #questions #literature #literary criticism #reading comprehension

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mydearesthrry · 5 months

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the morning after - h.s.

a/n: so its soooo rare that i see what happens the day after a friendstolovers fic sooooo i wanted to make one but have it actually he realistic (lolol) so fhis is what that is. enjoyyy (also wrote this high as shit so if it doesnt make sense idk)

wc: 700 of fluff

Y/N rolled over in her bed, eyes clenched shut as she tried to adjust to the bright light shining through her curtains, her hair a mountain of frizz atop her head. She burrowed herself deeper into her pillow as she tried to hold onto the last bit of sleep she had, only to fail when she remembered what had happened last night.

She kissed him. She kissed Harry.

Her eyes shot open when she’d remembered what she’d done, her heart jumping out of her chest and making its way up to her throat. What was she going to do?

She gnawed on her lip as she got distracted in thought, trying to plan out how she was going to bring it up with Harry. But… there was no time like the present to rip off the bandaid, she guesses

Pushing her covers off of herself quickly, she marched to her door and threw it open before she could even regret it, the loud creak notifying Harry almost immediately that she was awake.

“Hey, princess!” Harry called from downstairs, making her nearly fall down the stairs.

“H-hi, H,” She stumbled, cursing herself when her voice broke. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good, good,” he nodded, eyes still downward, watching the frying pan. “Wha’ about you?”

“Oh, good, yeah,” She cleared her throat, pulling out a stool at the counter to sit on. “Have any plans today?”

She was honestly surprised at how nonchalant she was being, especially with her best friend, who, not even 12 hours earlier, had his tongue down her throat.

“Umm, not that I can remember.” He shook his head, turning his head quickly to smile at her.

“Oh, cool, cool.” She said through a yawn. Fuck. So much for keeping cool. Now he probably thinks she’s bored of him.

A few beats of silence passed before Harry pushed the pan up to the back burners of the stove, turning to face her. “So?”

“So…” She continued.

“Y’gonna come over here and give me my morning cuddle, or wha’?” He held his arms out expectantly, almost annoyed that she hadn’t gone over to him in the 5 minutes she’s been in the kitchen.

“Oh, sorry,” She squeaked, hopping off the stool and making quick movements to get to her best friend. “Hiiii.”

“Hi, lovie,” He sighed, wrapping his arms around her neck tightly in a hug, his nose burrowed into the top of her head, inhaling her scent.

“Sorry I forgot about your cuddle,” She whispered, pressing the side of her face against his chest, her arms around his waist. “Didn’t mean to.”

She didn’t know how quite to feel. The fact that he hadn’t brought it up at all was stressing her out, because she didn’t know if she was supposed to. Or if he was waiting for her to bring it up like she was waiting for him to.

“‘S okay,” He promised, pressing a kiss to her head. “But, y’know how y’can make it up t’me?”

“How?”

“By givin’ me a kiss. Fact that y’making me wait s’long to taste your lips again after I was nearly insatiable last night feels a little mean t’me.”

“Oh!” She said, pulling back just enough to see his face. “I didn’t know if you remembered that or… or still wanted it.”

“Baby,” He sighed, walking them over to the couch and pulling her onto his lap. “I will always, always want you. I will always want this. Jus’ having you here, close— closer, just how I always wanted to? ‘S a fucking dream, baby,” He murmured, leaning in to just touch the tip of his nose to hers. “You’re a dream.”

And with that, he placed the softest of kisses to her unexpecting lips, humming in content. “I’ll always want you, and I’ll always need you.”

“Promise?”

“Til’ the day I die, sweet girl.”

#harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfic #harry styles x y/n #harry styles blurb #harry edward styles #harry styles drabble #harry styles angst #harry styles fanfictions #harry styles imagines #harry styles writing #harry styles one shot #harry styles au

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pumpkinsy0 · 1 month

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tldr: @buddyaldridge is a 30 year old weirdo proshipper who talks shit about ppl behind their backs, block em and report if you can/want to

just wanna let everyone know theres a omegaverse mpreg dallyboy writer whos been an all around WEIRDOOOOO cause their brain is LITERALLY porn rotted and they cannot fathom ppl actually having fun at all, their @ is @buddyaldridge aka @pelopsides previously known as @madelynprior

in 2020-2022 the outsiders tumblr they used to be @madelynprior and theyre a hardcore dallyboy stan which is already fucking weird, but on top of that, they would make teen pregnancy omegaverse smut fics which??? and im not gonna give you the ss, nigga im givin yall the LINKKK to see it with your own eyes so you know im not crazy

how ik its them is bc on their acc RIGHT before they switched to their buddyaldridge acc, and before that acc was named “pelopides”, they used to go by “madeleinepryor”, how ik its the same person is bc on a good chunk of their post, theyd tag it as “#madeleinepryor dispatches” on top of that, they just straight up linked their ao3 acc😭😭

heres what the link goes to, they linked their ao3 acc, they just changed their username on ao3 as well from madeleinepryor to greasers

now me calling them a proshipper isnt me talking out of my ass, they say it themselves like ughhhhjjj

as for them talking about other ppl, i wont share ALL the screenshots bc idk if the ppl theyre talking bad about would rlly feel comfortable w those being posted, if they know, they can feel free to post it on their own accord, so like i said, wont share, but i HAVE seen some and i can conform that they have done it, its ABSOLUTELY NOT above them

for now ill post the ss i CAN post rn which just proves my point

now ignoring that theyre talking smack, theyre just so odd and obviously didnt rlly think this through bc 1967 is ALREADY IMPLIED in the 60s, youre just incapable of reading things that arent about teen boys getting it on w each other PLEASE get a grip on reality😭😭

theyve talked about 14 year olds and their post on their acc just to shit on them, once again, GROWN ASS PERSON TWEAKIN OVER THE IDEAS OF A 14 YEAR OLD🗣️🗣️

NOW maybe your asking “how do you know the discord user and the tumblr user are the same person” AND I WILL ADMIT, while i DO have strong feelings they are the same person, its not 100% proven, HOWEVER buddyaldridge DOES go by buddy and that discord users name is buddy, so while its not concrete, the link IS there, once again, feel free to come to whatever conclusion you wanna come to about that

but what ISNT disputable is the fact that theyre a proshitter

additionally just this??? reblog from them????

on its own, not MUCH, bit considering the fics they make this is SO weird like??????

and finally, ive heard that theyve specifically came for me about my haitian shepards and maybe even my heritage, saying that they hated race hcs??????like using me as an example, they ss my acc and talked shit, someone contacted me about it and they dont have ss of it specifically, but they can vouch for it, and im not just gonna dismiss that, bc while they dont have ss, they do have ss and proof of everything else, so i do believe them, and theyve said if they find it they would show them to me, do what you wanna with this info

ANYWAYS buddy, your brain is unironically pornrotted, ur being a lil baby who cant do anything but cry and moan online on discord of all places and ur doing all this as a 30+ year old, and its CRAZIER bc youre doing all this while having “minors dni” in your pinned post, while also writing about minors, in a fandom MOSTLY OF MIDDLE SCHOOLERS!!!! (aka minors!!! ik age is hard for you to grasp) on top of that, literally ANY and ALL race hcs is way more believable and enjoyable than any “ideas” you’ve been cooking up in that odd demented, shriveled up pea brain of urs

anyways yea, that all i have to say, and im speaking for myself here, but i mean this with every fiber of my being, i dont know how you function in life but i DO NOT want you to go any farther, and i think others would/DO feel the same, ive seen what makes you cheer and i am PROUUUDDD to make you BOOOOO, you shouldnt be near minors at all, fictional or non fictional, you should BARELY be near other adults

plus if you go onto their acc rn, notice how when anon called them out, buddy aint even say they were wrong?? JUST SAYIN🗣️🗣️

im tagging everything i can tag bc i DO NOTTTT want mfs interacting w their blog, and want as many ppl as possible to be aware, dont say anything to them, dont give them attention bc obviously they’ll think this is funny and post it on their shitty discord server or whatever and giggle like they arent a grown ass nigga w bills to pay, trying so hard to cling onto their high school days, making fics about a canon middle schooler getting banged and pregnant, pls block and report do whatever u wanna do, just plssss dont let this proshitter on this damn sight near kidssss😭😭

dont take this as me WANTING drama, i dont, i just dont want ppl coming in this fandom thinking posting this shit and doing this is ok, youre bullying ppl for doing harmless things meanwhile your just making straight porn about a weird ship left n right, thinking YOUUUUU of all ppl have the place to talk about anyone or anything like your opinion on anything is valid😭😭

you NEED stones thrown at you

if anyone has anymore ss send em to mmeeeeee, but in the mean time ill be doin my own thing wooooo‼️‼️🔥🔥

#curly shepard #ponyboy curtis #tim shepard #angela shepard #darry curtis #darrel curtis #dallas winston #sodapop curtis #johnny cade #steve randle #two bit mathews #the outsiders fandom #the outsiders 1983

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scribbledghost · 5 months

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I have a suggestion for a promp!! ✋feel free to consider it if it fancies you, disregard if it doesn't 💕 i felt like it might interest you, bc I really loved the drabble about reader being on base and the alarm going off and her finally meeting ghost, so to say! i feel like you might like the vibe of this as well. idk how to word it well, but i love stories where the two whole different worlds of a couple meet/merge bc of A Situation which lays their differences bare, their consequent reaction to their so's/the situation at hand itself etc

i saw this super cute tiktok the other day of a couple, where the husband/bf? is trying to instill more safety awareness into his partner, he pretends to leave the house, closes the front door and even fakes his footsteps but then knocks on the door to see if his gf will automatically open up assuming its him or look thru the peephole to see who it is

she doesn't ask, and opens up right away (like most of us would do i mean lbr!!) and he berates her for it while she playfully waves it off as him being too paranoid and so serious (mannnn I wish I had it saved!!!) and idk i think was just such super cute moment and I could totally see simon and his so in this situation. Simon has more than his fair share of awareness of what could and does go wrong in the world and is determined to "train" his gf and give a safety drill whenever he sees the opportunity for it (he might even do so bc he is, unconsciously or not, trying to protect her from a fate his family faced because of him) but his gf is happily unaware of that dark side of the world and is like "🤷‍♀️aww but i just knew it was you babe besides im pretty sure nothing could get past you to get to me anyway💕💕" and he is both baffled bc of her casualness (she's a civilian but still), somewhat amused bc he can never get "mad" at her, it would be like getting mad at a puppy who doesn't get a trick right on the first try, and he feels his heart swell because she feels, she knows nothing would get past him to hurt her. he would die sooner than to have a hair on her head harmed (ok this got angsty real quick!!!🥹💕❤️)

🌻anon (also I am sorry for the wall of text omg!!! English isn't my first language so i guess I overcompensate to explain myself wow!! You are a gem in this fandom btw??? I honestly love how detailed your writing is. Quality work, top notch!👌😘💕)

Note: I have been staring at the last paragraph of this for the past five minutes because thank you so so much???? (Also your English is perfect I promise) it seriously means so much to me to hear people like my writing 🥺💖💖 But this definitely interests me! (Personally, I'm wildly paranoid about my own safety, so I'd definitely be checking that peephole every time lol but we're gonna disregard that)

"Love, you're gonna end up givin' me more gray hairs than I've already got."

"And why's that?"

Simon pinches the bridge of his nose and lets out a huff. He's not angry - he doesn't think he could ever be angry at you (at least not for long) - but he's starting to wonder if you've got any self-preservation instincts at all.

This isn't the first time you've failed one of his many "safety tests," as you call them. From leaving your car unlocked while you're sitting in it to opening a window overnight when the weather permits, he swears he's aged a decade since living with you. Price had once told him that worrying for your safety was part of the package of loving a civilian, but Simon hadn't quite predicted he'd be worrying this much.

"How many times have I told you to check before you open the door?" he asks.

"But I knew it was you. You just left," you chirp. Good lord, you're too cute for your own good.

"And if it hadn't been me?" he asks. "If someone had taken me out on my way to the car then come to you? You've got to start considering the possibilities, love."

To your average outsider, it probably seems like he's berating you. But the way your eyes sparkle at him tells him you know better. Chastising you, perhaps, but there's no true anger there.

Instead, there's an undercurrent of fear. He knows the consequences of opening the door to the wrong person. And he knows that if the day ever comes when he comes home to blood on the walls and the sight of your lifeless eyes, he'll sit next to you and make sure he dies there too.

But that's a road Simon doesn't want to go down. Not right now, anyway. Not when you're here, smiling at him with mischief in your gaze.

"Simon, be real. I know nothing can get past you to get to me."

He feels his heart rise when you tell him this. Of course, he knows in his soul that he'd never let anything harm you. He knows he'd do unspeakable things to keep you safe. But to hear you say that you know it too sends warmth through his chest.

"Be that as it may," he says, unable to stop himself from quirking a small grin, "you still need to check. Just to be safe."

He grabs your hand as you raise it to wave him off, pulling you slightly closer and angling your chin so he can really look at you and convey the seriousness of his words.

"Please, love," he says. "For me?"

Your gaze softens as you lean into his touch.

"Okay, Simon," you murmur to him. "I promise I'll check before I open the door. For you."

Part of him isn't quite sure if he believes you. But for now, he lets himself feel relieved anyway.

"Good," he says as he leans in to kiss you. "I'll hold you to that."

#simon ghost riley #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #ghost scribbles

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macsimagines · 8 months

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Can we have a scenario where bonten Yandere sanzu is reunited with his childhood crush (who moved away years ago). Would love an inside look of his obsessive feelings and maybe how he would go about capturing her heart.

-🐇

Any anon who's got beef with her has beef with me🔪

Its fine bunny, i complained about things and then got called toxic for being a human instead of just a content machine. God forbid i have an opinion.

TW: YANDERE BEHAVIOR, MINORS DNI,

Yandere!Sanzu Haruchiyo

Ok so, he's known you since before the 'incident' with Mikey. And you've always been his bestfriend. Sanzu didn't really get why you playing with others always felt wrong, just that he didn't like it.

But that's ok because you liked playing with him the best so it worked out. As kids you two would do almost everything together and you'd always share your snacks with him.

"I hear that grownups get married so they don't ever hafta be apart. We should do that too, Y/N." "Ok, but you gotta wear the dress cause I don't wanna."

After that, your fate was sealed. It didn't matter what anyone else would say or even if you were moving away. He just put a ring pop on your finger (he probably already licked and slobered all over it too...) and told you that you were gonna come back and be his wife.

You had nodded and told him ok through your sniffles and then Sanzu would spend the next ten years awaiting your return.

He barely spoke about you at all, his sister and Mikey figured he'd forgotten but then Sanzu simply said, "Naw, I'm just waitin' for my wife to get back thats all."

And when the prodigal bride does return oh boy. "Sanzu!? It's been forever! You look so different now, your hair is prettier than mine!" "Y/N...why aren't you wearing your ring?"

You ignore every red flag he throws at you. Mikey and even his sister try to warn you something is off and different but you just play it off.

"Puberty? Am I right?" "...Y/N you fuckin'-"

You ignore it when your friends stop talking to you because he scares you, you ignore it when boys avoid you because anyone that gets too close ends up in the hospital, you ignore the way he stares at you.

"Geez, Sanzu, people might start to think you're my boyfriend." "....Thats dumb. I'm your husband." "Wait, wha-"

Ya, you're fucked. You realize this the day he gives you an actual fucking ring, (which he probably robbed off a corpse, idk this guy is fucking unhinged) and places it on your finger.

"My fault the first time, givin' you plastic. This one is real. Don't take it off."

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere sanzu haruchiyo

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dollyluvss · 10 months

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trans chigiri brain rot, trans chigiri brain rot, trans chigiri br-

warnings; oral, gn!reader but also implied trans!reader, pet names(princess, baby, pretty),manhandling :33 sent kink(???idk im just a perv at heart n sent gets me goin) fluff to smut, minors dni!!!

trans!chigiri uses he/they/she pronouns and wants to experiment with neopronouns as well>:3

trans!chigiri who finds comfort in reader especially if you are also trans! chigiri loves bein able to bond with you and get colser, eventually fallin for you hard.

trans!chigiri who dresses however the fuck they want to. hyperfem? short skirt with a crop top, thigh highs n heels? absolutely. baggy pants/shirts with big shirts/wife beaters? of course! completely androgynous, messy/smudge makeup from the day before with unkempt hair? they are walkin down the street with a scowl on their face as he walks to his destination givin everyone who looks at him sideways a dirty look.

trans!chigiri who loves to match and shop with you! if you like dressin any way you want as well she will want ti match with you everyday if you let her.

nsfw under the cut<3

trans!chigiri who agrees to you giving him head, hes so so nervous.

trans!chigiri her thighs are shakin’ like crazy, she’s already pantin’ before you even undress her.

“you okay, princess? your shakin’..” you coo at chigiri as you settle between his legs. hes sitting on the edge of her bed with you in between her legs.

“m’just nervous..just get on with it already..” he replies, turning his head to the side while running his hand through his hair while sighing.

you chuckle at his snide reply, running your hands up his legs, tugging down his shorts revealing black panties. he’s so damn pretty, fuck. you could almost taste them already, their already soaked through their panties and the smell? oh god the smell was divine..you lift their legs over your shoulders and pull them so they are flush against your face. you breathe them in, nose rubbing against their clit slightly. chigiri falls slightly at your sudden actions, they gasp at the sensation and embarrassment. how could someone be so lewd?

“h-hey..! not so rough-” he breathes before he moans, almost sounds like a yelp from a puppy as you lick his cunt through his panties.

he moans your name, loudly. making you moan in response, you could taste his sweet cunt even through the panties. licking and sucking his pussy through his panties before pulling them to the side before you dive back in. licking up his cunt slowly as you look up at him, he’s so beautiful like this. panting and moaning like a bitch in heat. he’s looking at you with beautiful pink eyes, glossy from how much hes feeling. chigiri arches her back as you suck his clit, paying close attention to the cute bundle of nerves. you close your eyes, completely lost in her beautiful moans and please for nothing, her taste is so so sweet. just like her, you can get enough, you need more of her.

you pull away quickly, pushing chigiri back on their back so they are laying on some pillows. you place their legs are on your shoulders again, settling on your hunches and you bend them almost in half. their feet are next to their head in a heartbeat, they are stunned as you manhandled them so easily. you smother your face into their sweet cunt like a starved animal. it felt so fuckin good all he could do was moan louder and louder. your tongue is so deep inside of their cunt they can almost feel you in their stomach, everything’s happening so fast that they don’t realize how close they are to cumming in your mouth.

“f-fuck! c-close..gonna c-cum..!” she moans, gripping the sheets she thinks they might rip, you dont stop at all. sucking her clit feverishly until she start to shake, she squirts, hard. you pull back as she squirts all over herself. she’s panting, starstruck at the intensity of everything. you hold her legs, kissing her inner thighs to soothe her, before she can speak she feels you kiss her clit. it was like you were making out with her cunt, your tongue is deep inside her again as you almost suck her dry. shes moaning again, begging for a break. you pull away, saliva and cum connecting you two as you look at her with eyes of pure lust.

“im not done with you yet, pretty girl.”

woo! i am done! this was steamy, had me all hot n bothered im ngl>;3 i realize tge position chigiri is in at the end is kinda confusin so here is a visual link (its a porn link bc it was only one i could find</3) anyways! this was my first finished smut, how did i do? i hope the use of all three of the pronouns isnt to confusin but do let me know! :)) reblogs are appreciated! mwah have great day!<33

https://m.xxxymovies.com/videos/167174/sexy-ashley-adams-is-bent-over-backwards-getting-her-pussy-licked-and-fucked-on-the-couch/

#blue lock smut #blue lock #blue lock x reader #chigiri hyoma x reader #bllk chigiri #chigiri smut #how do i tag this #can you tell i love her #teehee #blue lock x you #blue lock x y/n #🕷️-bl00dlst!

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kyloqvsss · 6 months

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HIS PRETTY EYES.

|| - Inspired by the song, I love my boyfriend • Princess Chelsea

ROMANCE

|| - ‘ Still, every time I look into his pretty eyes. I think of all the things I didn’t even try. ‘ I glanced into the ocean coloured eyes, which had my reflection pictured. The young boy blinked his eyes, “ are you just going to stare at me? Or are you going to help me? “ he grunts out.

A/N

Omg!! Look it’s another Chuuya fic!! 😍

I can’t get over him, I swear. Like maybe next story It’ll be someone else. Maybe Dazai or uh a different fandom? Who knows. I’m only writing because I have wrote in like 15+ days, last time I checked. Sorry for the lack of motivation, I forgot I wrote on here honestly. My friend Toby keeps begging and pressuring me to write rn 😍

HIGH SCHOOL!NAKAHARA CHUUYA X GN!READER

( MODERN AU! ) ??????

——————->

|| - There is a boy I know. We are friends, we are more than!

The day was longer than I expected it would be. In addition, the teacher gave us a presentation to work on! With a partner of course. You wouldn’t believe who was paired with me. Chuuya, Chuuya Nakahara! The one with major anger issues, y’know? Yet he is somewhat my acquaintance? Yet, also more like rivals. But, it could’ve been worse than it already is. Chuuya strides up to me.“ Hey, we gonn’ work on our presentation or whatever? “ he says, while putting a hand on his hip. I turned to look at the ginger, and then back to my clock. “ Mmm.. “ I groan, “ I suppose we can, just don’t bother anything there. “ I say as I spin around. I assume Chuuya ignore that, because once we got to my home. He messed around in my room! Automatically jumping to hit the rim of my door, just like a ‘ cool kid. ‘

Which he labled himself. I turned my heel, looking at him with the most concerned look. “ What? “ he says, with actual confusion. I sighed loudly, making sure he heard.

|| - ‘Cause everytime he looks at me I get electric shocks, in my brain and in my heart. But he is not the one I love!

As we worked, the boy and I locked our eyes with eachother ever once in a while. Silence filled the room, totally surrounding us. Although this silence seemed weirdly comforting? As time passes, typing and flipping pages slowed down. Time was almost up for today, knowing this. I suddenly gave up, what was the purpose of continuing when we have more days for this presentation?

“ You givin’ up for tonight? “ my partner announces straight up. I looked down, yawing. I closed my eyes. “ Yeah, probably gonna head to sleep. Time for you to leave, ‘kay? “ I said gently, quieter than my usual attitude. Chuuya just nods, and starts packing up. Still, every time I look into his pretty eyes. I think of all the things I didn’t even try. I glanced into the ocean coloured eyes, which had my reflection pictured. He stared at me for quite awhile, which was probably only 15 seconds. But staring into his eyes made it feel like forever. The young boy blinked his eyes, “ are you just going to stare at me? Or are you going to help me? “ he grunts out, getting out of our ‘staring contest’. I quickly change my direction of view, starting into the wall. Then slowly getting up, and getting onto the floor to collect all the scattered the papers.

|| - And though I know it is only chemistry. There’s nothing in this world that I can do about it.

After I long while of torture, we finally finished cleaning everything. Chuuya stuffed all his binders, books, and papers into his bag. “ I’ll be headin’ out now. Bye, rest for a while. ‘Kay? “ Chuuya said. Why was he being so nice? It was confusing. Yet, I nodded with his words. “ Night Chuuya, see ya’ tomorrow? “ I mumbled out. Chuuya nodded his head, which I suppose he ment he was coming back over tomorrow. He waved goodbye, and then walked out the door.

All I wanted to do was kick my legs and gossip about him to friends, which was oddly weird. But true.

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A/N

I HATE THIS SO MUCH OML. KILL ME. I HOPE THIS DOESNT FLOP THO.. i rushed this.. idk whats actually happening in this story.

#claytonqvs #bsd #bungo stray dogs #gn reader #ily chuuya dw #chuuya nakahara #chuuya nakahara x reader #chuuya x reader #fluff #15 chuuya #15!chuuya x reader #rivals omg #flop era #crying #Bsd #bsd chuuya #bsd x reader #bungou gay dogs

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gurorori · 10 months

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long awaited vent re: sysbox rb

#idk literally earlier i gawt a thought pop up like #man i wish we wer back in an extremely abusive irl relationship with our ex #like. 0 reason. jus marched into my head #j dunno wat it is abt us. or me cuz these past few years i been the one out most n i still attract people who r #eager 2 take control of me n push me round n i let em cuz its all we ever known #qn when i inevitably get told im spineless n i try 2 bare my teeth a lil. im a bitch n i shud apologise #is it rly surprisin i don wanna have power over anyone anymore #i jus wanna.go back 2 bein yelled at n hit n raped n guilted into givin up eveyrthin i have 4 him #cuz it wld b so easy #i jus wanna turn my mind off n not thjnk abt anythin at all. havin a body is so tirin #cryin qs i type. ok. i kno im right. is how i rly feel #vent #tw sa #tw rape #tw abuse

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anniesocsandgeneralstore · 10 months

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i don't know what this is...but i like it

this was literally just me typing in tumblr which I've like never done before and it ended up WAY longer than I originally thought so that's my b...if you want more of this idk lmk or somethin'...👀👀

"Ya wan'me t'what?" Rhett asked, aghast as he looked around at the three girls looking at him expectantly.

The post-rodeo bonfire was in full swing. Music blaring from someone's suped-up pick-up truck and beers spilling from a cooler in every truck bed. Rhett did well. Coming in a close second that left him craving another ride just to one-up the guy who beat him - or someone's body to get lost in. Make him feel good. Just for one night.

"She doesn'know we're askin' y'this," Laney looked over her shoulder at the girl in question, standing on the other side of the bonfire talking to a barrel racer, then back to him. "But she needs it...Bad."

"Jus'a few pointers, s'all. Don'have t'marry'er r'nothin'," Chessler said.

Then Riley quickly added on. "We jus'...We wan'er t'be happy. But she's never gonna do it on'er own, so..."

Rhett looked out at her one more time. She was pretty. That was for sure. Long light brown hair and big blue eyes that seemed to sparkle in the firelight. Her smile was almost contagious, almost too big for her face. He vaguely remembered her from high school. A barrel racer on the rodeo team. She wasn't his usual type. Someone familiar. Someone he would see around town from time to time who would either make him feel guilty or too much for him to handle. He liked casual. He liked a fast fix. No strings attached and only occasionally his number left behind in hotel rooms states away.

But what her friends were suggesting...It was out there. He nearly felt bad for her - not knowing what her closest friends were asking almost a complete stranger to do with her. Revealing something so vulnerable to him that was really only her's to share. She at least deserved to know. And part of him really wondered if she actually even wanted what they were suggesting.

Did he hope that she did?

"Fine," he grunted out as he swigged the last of his beer. "Lemme talk to'er."

The three of them smiled around at each other as he pushed through them. Whispering excitedly once his back was to them. Rhett rolled his eyes as he walked around the fire.

She was laughing at something the barrel racer said. It was a nice laugh. Full and unafraid. He liked the sound of it. But it quickly died down, her smile falling from her face, as she watched him approach with his hands shoved in his pockets.

"Hey, Tessa, c'n'I talk t'you f'r'a sec?" he questioned quietly as he squinted his eyes down at her.

"Um..." She licked her lips anxiously. "Sure?"

The barrel racer walked away. Rhett stepped closer and she didn't shy away from him. She was prettier up close. Cheeks pinked from the slight chill on the air. Head cocked to one side like that would help her figure this situation out.

Maybe some part of him did hope she wanted it.

"You were on the rodeo team'n high school, righ'?"

"Uh-huh," she answered, not giving him an ounce of wriggle room as she looked up at him with her arms crossed. Then she seemed to resolved something inside herself and relaxed, uncrossing her arms to put her hands in her jacket pockets instead. "Was just tellin' that racer about it actually. She was good tonight."

"You were good too, if I'member right." He smiled.

Tessa rolled her eyes playfully and grinned like they shared some secret. "Honestly, I's a little surprised ya even remembered m'name, Rhett."

"Bull ridin' hasn't givin' me that many brain injuries...Yet."

They both laughed, and it felt nice. She was nice. It was a kindness he felt he didn't deserve and worse he felt didn't deserve what her friends were trying to scheme behind her back.

"Look, uh - " he started, "I don'know how t'say this, but...Y'r friends jus'asked me t'...T'give ya lessons?"

Her brows furrowed low over those big blue eyes and it nearly made him laugh. "Lessons for what? I don'wanna ride bulls'r anythin'."

"No, no, it's uh - lessons in sex."

just taggin a few people who may be interested in this idk idk: @bobfloydsbabe @becks-things @onebigfangirlworld @gigisimsonmars

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x oc #rhett abbott x tessa abernathy #outer range #outer range oc #rhett abbott fic #outer range fic #oc: tessa abernathy #girlies (gn) i have IDEAS lemme tell ya what and i wanna DISCUSS

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How do u think the ghouls, Terzo n Copia would react to their s/o being a tattoo artist? Idk why but I can imagine the ghouls play fighting with Sodo one day n they see he’s got a lil tattoo on him n they’re all just ??? Where ?? When??? And Sodo just tells them how his s/o does tattoos n he wanted one n suddenly all the ghouls want a cool tattoo now 💀

tbh this is such a cute little thought omfg <333

Aether:

he's very interested when he finds out, but he's absolutely supportive and interested

"How did you get into all of this, poppet?"

he'll listen to any and all of your stories, and he's asking any question that comes to mind

absolutely excited to see any and all tattoos you have, and he'll even kiss some of them

if you still do work while with the abbey, he'll offer to be there with you. he loves watching you work, but he also know how... unkind some humans can be. he just wants to make sure you're safe

so long as it's fine by you, he loves looking through your sketchbook that's filled with designs, either for clients, or just random little ideas you wanted to get out of your head

Copia:

"Ah, does it hurt, my little mouse? Getting a tattoo, I mean."

he has a habit of tracing over your tattoos and asking little questions

he wants you to tattoo him. he really does. but he's also scared it's going to hurt

but what you don't know is that he keeps putting it off because he's been trying to find a cute little design that'll match both of you

he wants matching tattoos and he wants it desperately, but he wants it to be a surprise and he wants you to like it too

eventually, he'll just finally break and tell you his idea. and yes, he's giving you those puppy eyes to make sure you say yes and share this special moment with him

Mountain:

he's surprised, but not over the top about it. extreme emotions aren't exactly his specialty

still, he enjoys seeing your work and any sketches you're willing to show him

"Lucifer, I love your work. You have such a unique style, too."

he'll let you give him little tattoos, but only on places that's easy to hide. he can't hide tattoos in his human form and he really doesn't wanna be bothered wearing more clothes than he already does

he's very observant, so you'll never have to go get any new ink or new parts. chances are he's caught it before you and he's already ordered you more

one of his guilty pleasures is actually watching you work. he just loves watching you bring a simple little idea to life on someone's skin

Rain:

tattoos aren't uncommon around the abbey, but he was surprised when he heard some of the siblings say that you had been the one who gave them their ink

"Hey, sweetheart? Could I ask you something? And feel free to say no! But I was wondering if... you'd tattoo me sometime?"

he absolutely loves your work and he lets it be known

but he's also dying to let you work on him. just to have something from you permanently on his skin so it's like you're always with him

he won't want anything too big, but he's also giving you free reign of the design

don't worry wondering if he'll like it. you could tattoo a simple little rain drop on his wrist and he would be over the moon about it

Sodo:

it's no secret he has tattoos of his own. if he wants something, he'll get it, and there's no one that can stop him

he's all smiles when he hears that you're a tattoo artist, and his tail is happily flicking back and forth as you let him look at your previous work

he was going to go to the tattoo shop across town for this little piece he was thinking of getting, but now...

"Hey, babe? Would you be okay with tattooing me?"

you don't know how much it means to him. really. having his lover be the one to give him the design that's refused to leave his mind for the past few weeks?

oh buddy, you're being spoiled for a good while after you're done with that tattoo on him. he's going to be extra affectionate because it means a lot to him

Swiss:

"Beautiful and talented? Lovely, you're just a gift that keeps on giving!"

he could look at and trace your tattoos for hours and, on the times he's woken up before you, he actually has

congratulations, if he wants any work done, you're the first person he goes to

he trusts your work and he loves you. plus he gets the opportunity to tell people that his awesome little s/o was the one behind it? it's a win-win

occasionally he'll come around when you're working with someone and, because of his bright and lovable personality, your clients are more than happy to also chat with him and let him fire off some ideas of his own if they're not 100% sure themselves

he's also been able to talk down some of your more unruly clients

Terzo:

one of his absolute favorite things to do is to get you as bare as he can and trace over your tattoos

it's one of those soft, tender nights where you two don't have anything to do the next day and he just wants to share a peaceful evening with you

"Look at you, amore. The Dark Lord truly did put a lot of thought into you. Such beauty and such talent. How I got so lucky, I do not know."

he'll also pop in here and there while you're working with a client, and he's always praising your work while he kisses your head or lips

unlike Copia, he'll actually pitch the idea of you two getting matching tattoos. he might be a flirt, but he wants to show that you're the only one he really cares about

and he's 100% acting like a child on Christmas when you both get the tattoo. he won't be able to tear his eyes away from them because, really, he's just so happy you agreed to do it with him

#requests #hcs #headcanons #papa emeritus iii #terzo #papa emeritus iv #copia #aether ghoul #mountain ghoul #rain ghoul #sodo ghoul #swiss ghoul #ghost #ghost band

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koyunsoncizeri · 1 year

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🔥 about Thingol or other Sindar?

Oh my beloved king of course (crackales my knuckleas)

First - He is one of the characters that has the richest personality, like on some characters we have so little, how they act how they feel etc. But for Thingol, he gives us many clues about what kind of a person he is! (A very weird one, i love that for him. Dark humor, dad humor, vain, cautious, depressed, loving ---)

Second - people are givin shit to him cuz mostly they side with feanorians (most naturally) but even on my first read of the silm i didnt find his words weird, like "go take empty lands or whatever" (thingol to noldor who have just arrived to ME) Well yeah of course? Like . Idk if i can trust them yet. Sth fishy about dem kids.

Third - Luthien And Beren. This one takes the medal. There could be ..better ways of keeping luthien away from danger, but still. Bro think!! Ur an elven king, married to a maia, have a half elven half maian (?) Kid. Ofc u not gonna let sum mortal (i know who he is and he also knew who he was) take her away from you. Cuz 1) she might be miserable.. all that mortal immortal thing 2) He lost so much already, he does not want to lose his only daughter.

Four - (combination of 3 and 1) He learns from his mistakes and experiences and actually improves himself. he mf adopts Turin.. </3 He is a good dad, Beren gained his respect and love (with the one-hand joke that thingol liked) and he does regard them with respect and understanding now. Hell, wish i was turin,..to be cared by the king and grow up to be the unluckiest man alive

Five, and the last one for now - the silmaril. When he had the silmaril, I think it wasnt merely greed or amazement etc. I truly think that he could not part with it , because it would mean losing The Trees for the second time, as the silmarils held their light. I pity him so so much for this. He saw the lights once, and never again.

Thank you for listening to my ted talk

#thingol my beloved #thingol

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Heya! I jus wanted to say how much I adore and appreciate your blog, especially your HK content. It was definitely a unexpected discovery a year or two ago when I first found your fics. Pillbug's Protection was my first, and will always be my absolute fav. God, I dunno what it is about Quirrel and Ghost's dynamic, especially Quirrel dotin and fussin over Ghost, actin overprotective/protective, bein somewhat fatherly/parental towards them, and taking note to make sure they're alright. I know everyone writes Ghost differently, but I lovelovelovelove it when peeps characterize them as not so stoic and brave, like, fleshin' them out, and givin 'em a range of emotions and thoughts despite the fact that all Vessels died before hatchin' and the child inside was "carved out/hollowed/corrupted/tainted" with Void, and thus gave them a directive to ascend up towards the Pale King's light. Oooo, I know you ain't too heavy on the darker themes, but imagine a fic explorin Ghost's headspace, how they process trauma they might not even realize they've had, how they really percieve themself (hollow? vessel? duty-bound? a thing and not a bug? supposed to be pure and hollow despite bein' the opposite? internalizing self-doubt, self-loathin?), what they think of their relation to the Pale King, White Lady, and Hornet, how their existence affects others' perception of them, how normal bug culture had to be taught to them and how they were stilted on how to show affection and emotion at first, how they feel knowin they lack organs because they're pretty much primordial ooze personified into a child-like bug-root-god-thing shell and cloak?, how they think they hafta go through with freein the Hollow Knight and purgin the Radiance, how that's their only true purpose (even if it kills them), how they believe they won't be missed or mourned, how Hornet and Quirrel feel towards them havin' to end the Dreamers' lives jus to break the Seals… things like that.

Oop. My brain spilled. Sorry, sorry!

But yeah, any content between Quirrel and Ghost, especially hurt/comfort, protective/safe/soft vore, how their dynamic of bein pred and prey is handled, the sticky situations they get themselves into… I eat that up (no pun intended).

Again, thank you so much! These fics are a comfort for me, and Quirrel is a comfort character (and I sorta project onto Ghost?? Idk, I'm weird and they have so much character/narrative potential).

whghwhsahahhgevhghwwaegguhwhhhhhhhhh where are my crying screaming love reaction images I can't- euhwaewhhhhhh

this may be a vore blog but that doesn't mean I can't ramble about my fandom interests and dive deeper into character building mmmmm *clapclapclap* lessgo

so! I haven't thought tooo much about my Traveler and Tiny Ghost AU recently, but I still have some leftover thoughts from last year. I do love writing Ghost and Q/uirrel's dynamic, and as for Ghost's personality, I just write them how I see em, which was influenced by how I played them in game and by how I see them written in others' fics. Which is generally "curious and playful highly-skilled gremlin who has lived too long and been through too much to really be a child but at the same time is lacking some crucial development/worldly experience and deserves to regain at least some of the childhood they missed out on." I think I was supposed to switch out of quotes and back into rambling like a quarter of the way through that. eh, anyway. are they a child? are they an adult? both, kinda! probably! but anyway-

Me? Getting inspiration to try and go back and work on that TATG fic I started a year and a half or so ago? It's more likely than you think!

it continues the character and relationship development while also covering, y'know, plot (cough cough Archives), and how it relates more directly to this ask is that it acknowledges that "hey. you're not pure, are you? ...plan A probably isn't gonna work." not too much coverage on all the other stuff, but merhaps I could throw some more introspection in there! I seem to have a tendency for that these days anyway,,,;; and I did recently jot down an outline for a fic(let?) that's almost entirely just introspection on how O/ro is simultaneously touch averse and touch starved by the time present day rolls around, so. it's possible! man if only I could get my head out of K/ingdom's E/dge for two goshdarn seconds-

but! yes!! thank you!!! please feel free to brain spill if you feel so inclined!!!! asks like this make me hapbee (maybe someday I'll even get around to the other ones sitting in my askbox! *stares blankly at askbox* s. someday.)

#ask #askbox compliments #nph rambles #hk spoilers #vore mention #so often lately I find myself thinking #'man. I could be such a good writer for the general fandom if my muse wasn't vore.'#but at least I like this community even if smol lmao

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