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roturo · 4 months

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₍⑅ᐢ..ᐢ₎♡ BAD GIRL, GOOD GIRL !

he couldn't hide the crush he had for the good girl who's a bad girl to him ! ₊ ⊹₍ᐢᐢ₎

contains: smut, nsfw, unprotected sex, dacryphilia, cunnilingus, masturbation (m), e2l, a lot of praise, overstimulation, fluff & angst if you squeeze your eyes, lore mention (really vague), based when gojo was still in school, multiple orgasms, gojo whimpers, nipple play, throat & tummy bump, creampie, oral m!receiving, a lot of the use 'fuck', kinda getting caught, really cute tbh.

A/N: this was supposed to be a request but... idk what happened tbh, i just created this story. 2.6k + felt lonely

You enjoyed this. Really. You know about the power you have over Gojo Satoru. And he’s childish, he won’t admit it. He will continue with his god complex and see you as a ‘pathetic girl without knowing you well.

And it’s fun. His gaze is so funny, the hypocrisy is funny. He would be talking with Suguru, judging you and how fast you’re getting into his and Suguru’s level. Is he afraid of you?

The worst fucking thing is how hard you get him. Maybe he has a degradation kink to bring him back to earth. But each time it gets harder to hide his clear erection inside his pants.

But he would never admit the admirations and maybe the tiny crush he has for you. You being the first time he saw a girl like this– and he might be afraid of you. Afraid of losing himself to some silly highschooler crush– When there’s more important things to focus on in this world, like… he could focus on the political and economic state of the world right now….?

“Gojo Satoru! Are you paying attention?” Sensei Yaga brought him back from his own imaginary debate. “Uh- Yeah, sensei. I’m paying attention.”

“Oh.. Is that so Gojo?” Oh well fuck. Here you go. He sighed, saying your name in a whisper like if it’s some bad word full of anger- “Would you mind explaining what Sensei Yaga just said?” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fucking fucking you with your face pressed against his bed and silencing your cries for him, while he pounds his cock from behind you into your poor vulnerable pussy he just ate out some minutes ago.

“Why do you keep acting like some bad girl instead of behaving yourself and learn to be a good girl for me, hm? Learn how to treat your seniors right. How does that sound? Do you have an answer for that?”

Silence.

Sixth fuck. Why did he think it was okay to say that out loud? Does it sound kinky?

“...I– why- uh- Y-You don’t know me Gojo.” Convincible right? His nicknames didn’t affect you. “So shut up boy. Instead of telling me how to behave, why don’t– Ugh. Shut up.”

He would pretend and convince himself that the reddish color covering your face is an act of his imagination, and move his gaze to his best-friend Suguru, which has a mix of confusion and shock adorning his face. “What? Do I have something in my face?” Gojo asked, touching his left cheek with his hand on that side.

“Uh- No. I will… just pay attention to what Yaga is saying.”

He can’t fucking stop thinking about you.

Is this right? His hand sneaking down his abdomen towards the elastic of his sweatpants, just to enter and– FUCK! He shouldn’t be doing this while thinking about ‘someone he hates’ and want to put them in their place. His erect cock was really visible through his sweats, and all he could do was roll in his bed trying to take you off his mind- Being shirtless didn’t help that either, his also erect nipples having fun with the friction he created while rolling on his bed. Great, not only it affected other areas of his body, but it also brought release to the problem he was trying to stop.

So he couldn’t stop himself. And his sinful right hand went down and inside his boxers to jerk off some tension down there (traitor)-- A whimper escaped his mouth once he teased his tip, already full of pre-cum thanks to stupid bed. His left hand traveled searching to cover his mouth to stop soundings coming out– Not trying to out himself, because it looked like this fucking walls were made of paper. But accidentally while doing so he touched his nipple, bringing out a loud and electric shock to his body.

Seventh? Ninth? Fuck.

He quickly bit his lips, surely blood coming out of them because of how hard he was trying to stop himself, but he really needed to cum. Fuck- If you were here, he would ask for permission, he would beg to cum. He would do anything to just fucking cum inside your pussy.

And it’s so embarrassing, because of all the rumors of him in this small space for his kind, that he’s a playboy and gets pussy every weeknd– when he’s basically a virgin if he has never got his cock inside a woman's pussy. Does it still count as sex without it inside?

He didn’t have enough fucks in his vocabulary to count all the misfortunes he has in a week. How could he let his guard down? How the fuck the curse got him? But the worst (actually it’s like the best thing that happened in his life) is that you cared about his well-being and you offered to take care of him as fast as possible.

"You're hurt. Is it bad? Do you need the med-kit? Let me see-" He already treated himself, not wanting to be a bother for you– (he wants to) but thanks to his infinity it wasn’t so hard to, and it’s basically a paper cut, but ever since that happened, everyone’s been cautious. Well, at least the people who know.

"Don't bother, it's not serious. I've already tended to it."

"...Someone was able to get the better of you?"

Oh shit. Congratulations Satoru! You used another word to describe how unlucky you are! But did you have to mention him?

“Uh.. No- I mean- When training… y’know? It happens, even to the best” He sent you a wink, anxious to get over this topic and not get too focused on him, because really. It was just a paper cut for him. He called for you, bringing back your gaze to his eyes, did he always look this beautiful? “Uh.. Yeah?” You didn’t intend your voice to sound like that, but suddenly everything felt so hot, and was he so close to you before?

“Why did you want to take care of me? The last time I got the memo you hated me as much as you hate bugs.”

“I.. I don’t hate you Gojo. I just-” sigh.

“It’s okay, I understand if you want to gain Yaga’s confidence for… whatever reasons you have. I’m just impressed- that’s all. I’m very grateful it was you.”

…

“I like you Satoru. I’m scared I'll lose you- even though I don’t show it, I care about you” Oh nice. You don’t hate him, and he liked the way his name sounded coming out of your mouth. Could easily make him cum. It’s great you also care for him.

“Can’t blame you. I’m pretty awesome.” His quirky smirk showed in his face, earning no reaction from you. Oh.

Oh fuck.

He really fucked it this time, didn’t he?

“Wait, are you fr?”

“There’s no way you just said ‘ef’ ‘ar’ Satoru.”

He didn’t care about your criticism now, not when you just made him the happiest man in the world and he lifted you with no problem, and got you in a position so you’re now above him, caging his legs.

With no words, he kissed you on the lips with a passion he has never shown. Not even while fighting. He loved the way your lips were perfect for him, how small you felt above him in his touch. As an automatic reaction you slowly started to rock your hips, earning a whimper from him. Which somehow turned you on more, your hands roamed his body until they landed on his chest. Index and middle finger keeping his nipples between- an unexpected thrust from him caught you by surprise and pressed your fingers back together, earning a whine from him. You were about to get your hands under his shirt, and discover this new ‘thing’ of Gojo’s, but-

“Oh my fucking god. WhatshappeningrightnowIthoughsomethingbadhappenedtoyouguys.”

Poor Suguru.

Both of you have been into very… ‘pretentious’ situations while interacting through the years. It stresses him out that it’s just.. well- pretentious. Because you never go to the next base, even after forgetting the bickering and rivalry through the years, (and the raging sexual tension from Gojo), he might finally have the courage to put aside his masquerade and open up about his wants and be vulnerable… At the act? After? During?

Taking a deep breath and sighing, waiting for your answer, but all he receives is a stare. Which makes him even more anxious. He would prefer a slap, a cussing, fuck! even you laughing at him. But all he gets is a stare. Was it so stupid to say how much he liked you and that you should have sex with him?

He called out your name, bringing you back from your shock- “I- shit… Wait a second, this isn’t how I wanted things to go.. what the hell?” The last question was barely heard, he was murmuring to himself and planning a hundred ways he could die without bringing down the sorcerer world with him. Is it good he confessed in your room?

“That’s the worst confession I’ve heard in a while y’know?...” He stopped his mental break-down, never believing he would blush for a girl. Not even the girl he has been crushing (and hating) through his teenage years. “I like you too, like- for my whole life. But I didn’t think you would feel the same. I didn’t see it.”

“But I felt it.” His eyes traced your body until they reached the floor. It was weird seeing Gojo like this. Never in his 20 years of life thought he would be feeling weak and vulnerable to anyone. Not until he met you.

“Yeah- I can see it” You lazily pointed at his crotch. “You seriously have a problem… Do you like being humiliated and degraded?... This isn’t the first time this happens, y’know?:..”

A whine escaped his mouth like a little child- “Ugh, it’s just… I really need you.”

You wasted no time when your lips glued to his. It was 10 P.M, everyone was asleep, but at this rate you didn’t care. If they ungratefully hear you and Satoru moaning, it was his fault for giving the first step this time.

He called out your name, making you break the kiss and start marking his neck. “Ah, fuck. Please mark me, I want everyone to know I’m yours.” You pushed him back so he’s now sitting on the sofa. Kneeling down for him while you continue marking him and hearing his beautiful noises. You were in between his legs, in front of his raging cock begging for release from the sweat pants. “Is this okay Satoru?”

A lot of little cute nods were made, his flushed cheeks making him look absolutely precious. “I need words baby, I don’t know what you want me to do…” You said while playing with the hem of his sweats.

“I want you to suck my cock and then fill you up… please.” Oh! He clearly answered his desires, making you form a smile while he bit his lips watching you undress him. “No underwear hm? You were waiting for this?” His cock was standing there tall and angry. The pale base with a pink needy tip leaking pre-cum from it. “I was risking my luck”

“Then you’re such a lucky man right now Satoru.” Your lips wrapped around his cock, and you slowly teased his tip with your tongue, making him whimper at the feeling. And you tried to deepthroat him- which caught him by surprise and his hand immediately went to find a place in your head, making a made-up ponytail with your hair for some support. (He was too lost in the pleasure to even know if he doing it right)

With the rest of his neglected cock, your hands traveled up to find his balls and start massaging them. Making Satoru to fucking loose control over his body once he saw the bump his cock caused in your throath- Moans turned into whines with tears, he had to pull up his shirt and bite on it to stop whining. Silent whimpers accompanying his tears while he looks at the beautiful girl between his legs. The sight made him cum faster than he expected, he swears he saw light and white noise was heard in his ears.

You happily showed your tongue to him before swallowing the salty liquid down your throat which earned a groan from Satoru.

“From outside you’re such a bad girl, but inside you’re a good girl f’me, aren’t ya?” You chuckled at his ‘drunk-dazed’ face, moving yourself so you’re on top of him again, his cock still hard against your core. “You don’t know me at all Satoru…”

You placed your arms around his neck, getting closer to him. “Not the way I wished. But you’re giving me the chance to be your man and get to know you, right?”

“Oh… Gojo... I’m looking for a real man, not for a man who pretends to be a man. Are you a real man, Satoru?”

“I’ll be whatever you want baby.” He says, ghosting your lips, making a brushing action with his nose and yours before finally giving in and kissing you again. This kiss was more needy, remembering every place from it. While your hands went insearch of his chest, the hold of your hips with his hands hardened when you ghostly brushed your finger through his nipples. He thrusted upwards, looking for some friction between your core and his.

He was getting needier each passing second- and you noticed that once he grabbed the hems of your leggings and tore them apart. Murmuring about him buying you new ones continuously tearing apart your panties too.

One of his fingers going through your folds, coming out wet, you shyly looked away when he inserted the finger on his mouth and moaned. “Sweet.” His cocky personality was back when he sent you a wink. He looked being in control, to be honest.

With no warning, you placed yourself so his cock was aligned. And it kinda hurt because of how fucking big he is. But his reaction was priceless.

You were full of him already, cum coming out of you. “I-..I.. shit.” He couldn’t believe he just came from being inside you, overstimulation taking over him thanks to his second orgasm, but it just felt so right, he couldn’t stop himself from rocking your hips back and forth using his cum as lubricant.

His cock touched places your fingers could never reach, each thrust and movement felt so good. He called out your name in a whine, his head falling back and taking this opportunity so you could mark his neck more. “IloveyouIloveyousofuckin’muchprincess” He was the first to say those three words, bringing butterflies to your tummy after some time of confessing your feelings to the others. “You’remakin’mefeels’goodmygod.” His cries were because he couldn’t take it anymore, filling you up for a second time. And you swear you looked down and there was a clear bump in your tummy because of how full you were. Making itself more prominent each thrust Satoru gave you.

“Ohyeahbaby…Use me as your fuck toy- shit-i’m yours baby.” He never stopped praising you, not until you came and rested your slumpy body on top of his. Your breathings synchronizing with the other, his heartbeat was audible. His arms wrapped around you like a bear. “Satoru- I need to clean myself-”

“I will clean you- Just… let’s stay some time more like this, please. I want to feel you.” His head rested on top of yours while he drew figures in your back with his fingers. “You’re so… perfect.” He said before giving a peck on your forehead.

“Satoru…?”

“Yeah baby?”

“Are you hard again?”

Millionth fuck.

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neonghostlights · 7 months

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Could I please request Eddie being dorky and coming over while Reader is babysitting? I imagine he tries to scare her like some bad scary movie first lmao

OMG HI MOUSE!! Okay this is adorable and I hope you like it! Thank you for your request 💗

Warnings: just fluff (: a little creepy lol

Wordcount: 1k

Did I Make You Scream?

You tucked Jamie into the plush mattress of your spare bedroom, his favorite blankies surrounding him like a cocoon to help this sleepover go smoother.

You watched as he drifted off to sleep and you celebrated internally to not risk waking him up.

Babysitting a six year old was tough. Your sister had a date tonight and that left you as the most trusted person to watch her little angel.

You loved your nephew, you really did. But it meant that you had to cancel your own plans with a certain man with long brown hair and big brown eyes.

You had bumped into Eddie at the mechanics after you moved back to Hawkins. You had been gone nearly a decade after highschool, deciding to stick around in the area you went to college at.

But now you were back, wanting to spend more time with your sister and your nephew. You hadn’t realized that the move would lead you to run into an old classmate from highschool that you had shared just a few classes with and never really talked to. That day chatting at the mechanic shop about your car turned into a date, which turned into five dates and now it wasn’t often that you went a day without talking to your boyfriend.

You settled on the couch, glancing up the stairs quickly to make sure you did in fact leave the guest room door cracked in case Jamie needed you. The warm bowl of popcorn settled onto your lap as you flipped through the channels.

It was that time of the year where the air cooled, leaves fell, and all your favorite scary movies were played on tv.

You loved it.

You set the popcorn on the table in front of you, sighing as you leaned your head back against the couch. Your new blanket that you had picked up earlier this week was lulling you to sleep. Your fuzzy pumpkin socks keeping you warm.

You fell asleep to the sound of the final girl screaming on screen but it didn’t last long when a knock on the door had you jolting up.

You craned your head, checking upstairs to make sure it wasn’t Jamie needing you.

You were about to brush it off as a dream, or maybe noise from the horror movie still playing on tv when you heard three loud knocks on the front door again.

You sat up, pushing the blanket to the side. You couldn’t help but feel uneasy. Who would be knocking on your door this time of night?

You crept towards the door, your fuzzy socks muting your trek. You stood on your tippy toes and looked through the peephole.

And nothing was there.

You shoved down your anxious thoughts. Maybe whoever it was was just standing slightly to the side so you couldn’t see them.

You unlocked the deadbolt and threw the door open, stepping out onto the porch to get a better look at the emptiness that was before you.

Unless the pumpkins that lined your step, awaiting you and Eddie to carve them next weekend grew arms and legs then you had been ding-dong ditched.

You rolled your eyes before sending one more glance up and down your street. There was nothing there besides the orange and purple Halloween decorations that were draped over your neighbors house and the slow falling brown leaves of the trees that lined your street.

You backed up inside of the open and waiting door behind you, a chill traveling up your spine from the cool breeze.

You shut the door behind you and locked both locks immediately.

You crept up the stairs, peeking your head to see Jamie’s sleeping form lightly snoring. You took a moment to marvel at how your sister could make something so cute before you stepped back down the stairs.

You didn’t feel tired anymore after the door incident.

Something was telling you that you needed to stay awake.

You grabbed the bowl of popcorn off the couch and made your way to the kitchen, dumping its contents in the trash before placing the orange plastic bowl into the sink to worry about in the morning.

You went to back away from the sink when a large hand covered your mouth, muffling your scream. You felt yourself being pulled back against a warm body. You flailed your arms, fighting the attacker. Your hand grasped blindly for a weapon and landed on the popcorn bowl in the sink. You started waving it in the air one-handed, hoping to hit the person hard enough in the head to at least make it hurt a little.

“Oh, damn. Baby, it’s me,” you heard a familiar voice whisper as the calloused hand move away from your mouth.

You spun in the attackers arms to see Eddie’s wide eyes staring down at you.

You raised the plastic bowl, smacking him in the chest with it.

“Ow.”

“Eddie Munson! You scared the hell out of me!” You whisper yelled, still mindful of Jamie sleeping upstairs.

“I’m so sorry,” he laughed, sounding not sorry at all. “I didn’t think you would react like that, I thought you would know it was me.”

He pried the popcorn bowl from your hand and put it back in the sink.

You swallowed loudly, waiting for your heart rate to return to a normal rhythm again.

When he saw the distressed look on your face you could see the guilt and worry crossing his features.

He wrapped both arms around you again and pulled you to his chest.

“I’m so sorry, baby. It was funny in my head. I didn’t mean to do that to you,” he whispered, kissing the top of your head.

You sighed, breathing in the scent that came with working on cars all day. It always relaxed you, to be close to him like this.

“It’s okay. It was funny. I’ve just been watching scary movies,” you said as you smiled up at him.

“If it makes you feel better you can scare me back,” he offered with raised brows.

You shook your head. “I wouldn’t do that to you. Let’s go watch a movie.”

You smiled sweetly, pulling him to your comfy spot on your couch, already concocting a plan to get him back even better than he had gotten you.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson au #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson #eddie munson x you #eddie stranger things #eddie munson request #eddie munson blurb

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csuitebitches · 6 months

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I really enjoy your blog and was wondering if you have advice on one of my biggest mental blocks. I'm 23 but struggle to feel like an adult and being independent deeply scares me even through I want to be "chasing my dreams". I've lived with my close knit family my whole life and still spend a lot of time with my parents. I'm almost going to move away(in the next year) and so I've began the process of getting a car/saving money, etc. But then I find myself subtly sabotaging these efforts because the idea of being alone/moving away also terrifies me. I really want to experience moving to a city and working and traveling and doing things I want and at this point I'm finding it draining being my parents "stay-at-home-daughter". But I also get anxiously sick when I try a push myself for more independence. I've put so much on hold going through school and then living in my home town w. parents and it's kind of scary to imagine dating (never prioritized men + parents didn't let me date in highschool= never had a bf or anything) or living alone even though I'd love to have the experience. Any advice would be greatly appreciated. Basically I still feel like a 15 year old when it comes to my personal life and that feels a bit shameful.

I want to tell you that we all feel what you feel. You’ll only ever feel like an adult when you’ve exposed yourself to the outside world, regardless of whether you can handle it or not.

independence scares you because it’s unfamiliar territory. Often when we look at people who are independent and on their own two feet, they seem to have a sense of self identity, purpose and responsibilities to handle.

I’m always in favour of people moving out of their parents homes for a couple of years at least (the culture where I come from also emphasises on the whole family living together and there’s no move out at the age of 18 concept) because I see the pros and cons of both situations of living in/ out of your parents home.

No book, YouTube video, friends’ experiences will teach you about being an adult. You have to step out and experience it yourself.

Start doing exposure therapy. Basically, slowly, bit by bit, immerse yourself into the traditional adult experiences.

I’ll give you examples. Understand fully how your insurance works. Keep all your medical records in both a physical and a digital file.

Understand how your car functions as a product - which means guarantees, warranties, insurance, emergency numbers, mechanics nearby, etc.

Start tracking all your spending expenses, even if you’re using your parents money at the moment. The earlier you start this habit, the better. Create a monthly budget for yourself and stick to it.

Start doing your own laundry in the house and learn that not all clothes go in the washing machine, some go for dry cleaning etc.

Make it a goal to learn to cook at least 5 dishes properly before you leave. If your parents are good cooks, ask them to teach you or go to every introvert’s favourite site, YouTube.

Pretend that your room is a mini apartment and try to keep it clean at all times.

Start socialising more. Not just with known friends. Sign up for a random hobby class like a book club or a running club where you can meet more people. Yes it’ll be difficult, yes you’ll have moments of awkwardness but don’t give up after just one meeting - go and meet new people to get used to the idea of interacting with strangers.

You can’t rush into feeling like an adult. It takes time. Exposure therapy is the best way to get into it. The more responsibility you can healthily shoulder, even if you fail at times, you’ll still start feeling more confident.

We weren’t born with the knowledge of car tire changing mechanics, insurance, cooking or tidying up. We had to learn them as we grew up. It’s perfectly alright to not know how to do something. The beauty of living in today’s world is that the answer to nearly every question is one google search away.

#adulting #q/a

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christinesficrecs · 6 months

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oh boy im really in the mood for a highschool au, de-aged derek sterek fics, could you rec me your fave so far?? thank you sm for all you do for this fandom you're a lifesaver!!!!

Sure! Try these ones.

Fly a Little Faster by mirrorkill | 32K

Everyone knows when you go back in time, you shouldn’t step on an ant, just in case you accidentally kill your own grandparent or something. But what happens when you go back in time and, uh, accidentally interrupt the one event that apparently made the Grumpiest Alpha in Town into a ball of mindless manpain?

Well, if Marty McFly can do it, so can Stiles Stilinski. All he has to do is get Derek and Paige to fall in love before he gets pulled back to his own time. And before he makes anything worse. That’s easy as pie, right? Right?

Where Clouds Roll By by ohanotherday | 22K

Derek gets de-aged, physically *and* mentally, and immediately gravitates towards Stiles instead of his pack. Why? Because he can sense that everyone else (Scott, Erica, Boyd, Isaac, etc.) is a werewolf (or were-something, in Jackson’s case), and his family taught him not to trust unfamiliar weres when he was on his own. He can also sense that Allison’s a Hunter or connected to them somehow, (maybe she smells like wolfsbane? w/e). So Stiles ends up having to take care of him until he’s back to normal. In the meantime, bb!Derek gets very protective of Stiles, and adorable shenanigans ensue.

This Time With Feeling by Crimson1 | 36.1K

“Derek Hale, if you refuse to learn from your past…then you will be doomed to repeat it.” In which Derek is turned into a 16-year-old and has to stay with Stiles until they figure out how to turn him back.

Play It Again by metisket | 63.2K

In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.

“Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)”

Where The Inevitable Isn’t by Survivah | 41.2K

Stiles has a magical thingamajig that’s supposed to get him out of danger. Trouble is, it took him really, really far out of danger. Like, to the point where he isn’t in the same universe anymore.

“A part of Stiles had been thinking that he’d come home, and just go, ‘hey, Derek, are we mates and you just haven’t said anything about it?’ and Derek would reply, 'now you mention it, we are indeed! Now come to my bedchamber, where we will have super hot sex and then cuddle after!’”

Now as Ever (All That Is and Has Been) by venis_envy | 52.2K

Stiles can’t remember what happened to rearrange the time-space continuum, or how he ended up being pulled into the past. All he knows is that he’s there now, in 2003 Beacon Hills, with a teenage werewolf and a possibly-crazy veterinarian as his only allies.

Hormonally Yours by Nokomis | 1.1K

Stiles is on a stakeout with adorably teenaged Derek. Makeouts happen.

A Wrinkle in Time by PencilTrash | 2.8K

“But Deaton, how do we change him back?” “I don’t know, Scott.” “Does this potion contain wolfs bane?” “A little.” “What?! But he's… he is… ” Stiles watched as Scott struggled for the correct word, totally freaking out, and gestured at the twitching blanket in Cora’s hold. “… so small,” Scott murmured after a beat.

I’ll be right back (in 24 years) by AnaIsFangirling (Ana_K_Lee) | 48.1K

When Derek thought about time travel – and he did, a lot – this was not what he’d had in mind. He’d thought he would see his younger self, tell him to leave Paige alone and NEVER trust Kate Argent. He’d thought he’d get to come back once that was done and everything would be perfect. He never imagined having to relive his entire life.

The Time Traveler’s Prerogative by weathervaanes | 9.2K

After the events of “117”, Derek doesn’t magically transform back into his twenty-five-year-old body. Instead, he’s stuck as a sixteen-year-old for an unknown amount of time. So the pack has to learn to deal with it.

Hold On, Hold Tight (make it through another night) by callunavulgari | 2.9K

“You feel important,” Derek finally blurts out, the tips of his ears going red the second the words are out of his mouth.

Stiles blinks at him. “What?”

Baby-faced Derek bites his lip again, which is… distracting. “Something is wrong,” he finally says, slowly. “I don’t know what, because none of you are telling me anything—” and ah, there’s a hint of the old Derek. Stiles would recognize that scowl anywhere. “—but I know that everything smells wrong. And that I can’t feel mom anymore. I can’t feel anyone, except for you.”

#asks #sterek fics #ficrecs #sterek #deaged!derek #time travel

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eatingtitanfood · 1 month

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Omg wait

You attended your very first festival that doesn't have titans in it and it was so fun. You've gotten to try so many kinds of candy you never imagined you would eat, games, prizes and more. For the first time, you actually enjoyed being around humans for once.

You and the gang rested on the ground, no one told you what exactly was going to happen so you were very curious. You scooched next to Armin, "Oi...what are we waiting for??", Armin just chuckled at you, making you more confused. "You'll see, I think you're really gonna like it...", he whispered in your ear.

After a couple of minutes passed, you heard a loud bang. You looked around, sort of in a panic, "W-what the hell is that?! Hm?", you noticed Armin pointing up to the sky. You looked up as your eye widen, beautiful different colors of fireworks flashing all over the sky. "I guess this is the first time you've seen fireworks huh?", Armin asked as you nod. "For me, titans would just get big chunks of wood and light them on fire...I love staring at it but...this is something I wanna stare at for days...", Armin softly smiled at you, which you didn't even noticed.

After that was over, everyone went to they're separate ways. Just when you and Armin were about to go off, he couldn't help but noticed the sudden sad face you had. "What's wrong (Y/n)? Still upset that Eren beat you at those games?", he teased but you just shook your head. "I'm disappointed...", Armin gave you a confused look. "I'm disappointed that...that whole firework session ended so soon...they light up so nice and pretty and yet the next second their gone. I wonder if the rest of the world does this sort of thing but where the fireworks can last longer...and if so...I would do anything-", you felt Armin grabbed your hands, making you flinch.

"After we graduate from middle school and highschool, let's do that!", you now just look even more confused, yet you noticed Armin face getting red. "After we graduate middle school and highschool, let's travel all over the world to see such things! It doesn't even have to be fireworks! It can be the world's oldest library o-or the largest aquarium in the world or anything!" , you didn't know what to say, you felt your cheeks getting warm as tears start to pile up. "(Y/n), you shown so much interest for human history ever since we first met...I always enjoyed hearing you going off about your curiosity of so many things and being mysterious. I love how you would just drop everything and get ready for whatever thing I wish to look into. I believe you'll be a great travel partner with me (Y/n).", Armin wipes off the flowing tears off your face.

You didn't say anything, all you did was hug him tightly, "I would love that."

#armin x reader #armin x y/n #armin aot #armin arlert #armin alert #attack on titan #attack on titan junior high #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #fanfics #titans arent that bad #fanfiction #yapping

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secretfanficwrite · 2 years

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Practice Makes Perfect

Eddie Munson x Reader (*SMUT*)

Word Count: 3.1k Warnings: AFAB Reader, SEXUAL CONTENT (UNDER 18 DO NOT INTERACT) Request: Do you write smut??? And if so may I request an imagine with Eddie Munson where its girlfriend readers first time and hes gentle and soft with her and maybe scene cut where she does research and surprises him with a good time;) and hes a mess when she does???

Author's Note: Alright y'all this is my first time trying writing smut since I was like 15 cause I figured why not give it a try since I got this request. Wasn't too confident going in, but I went with the flow and this is what we got. Enjoy!

You sat at the head of Eddie's bed, your lip pulled back between your teeth, nervously chewing. Your eyes lingered on the long haired boy, who was preoccupied with his guitar at the foot of the bed.

His fingers ran over the cords smoothly, applying soft pressure to the strings. His hair fell in front of his face, hanging loosely but not enough to disrupt him. His back was hunched slightly, his head turning between looking at his left and right hand as he attempted to learn a new song.

You had been dating for about a month now. Your close friend, Steve Harrington, had introduced you to some incoming freshman, Dustin, Lucas, and Mike, in an effort to get them more comfortable with highschool. Dustin had begged and begged for you to let him introduce you to the infamously disliked Eddie Munson, insisting he was "not as bad as Steve says."

Much to Steve's dismay, Dustin was absolutely right. You and Eddie hit it off almost immediately. His charm and enthusiastic personality pulling you right in.

The first time you had visited Eddie's trailer you were slightly intimidated. Right away you couldn't help but notice the handcuffs he had, hanging from the wall near his bed, bringing the darkest blush onto your cheeks. Thankfully, he didn't notice.

The topic of sex had not even arose in the relationship yet. At most there had been a couple heavy make out sessions in the back of his van after smoking a blunt. They had never carried past that before you both would end up cuddled in each other's arms, falling asleep for an hour long nap.

The thought had crossed your own mind multiple times, but you were inexperienced and clueless. That fact about you, haunting you through your high school career. You just never found the right guy, but this? This felt right.

You began stealing your mom's cosmopolitan magazine's when you knew she wouldn't notice. Reading up on every article about spicing up your sex life to just trying to grasp the basics of sexual pleasure.

It all lead up to this moment.

You swallowed hard before sitting up in your spot, scooting a little closer to Eddie at the foot of the bed. Your arms wrapped around the boys waist and your head leaned forward, softly resting your cheek on his back.

He relaxed into your touch, keeping his focus on the chords he was playing.

You lifted your head up before resting your chin on his shoulder, observing his side profile. His nose curved softly coming down to mold into angular and plump soft pink lips.

You leaned up placing soft kisses on his cheek before slowly trailing them down and along his jaw line. He remained focused, only a small smile played on his lips acknowledging your efforts to distract him.

Your hands snaked lower, hooking under the edge of his tshirt before sliding them under the thin cloth. His skin was soft with a small snail trail of dark curly hair continuing down pass the base of his jeans.

One hand stayed low by this waist and the other slowly traveled up feeling his soft chest hair. You could feel his breathing slowly picking up. Your kisses continued down, trailing towards his neck, his hair getting slightly in your face, but you didn't mind.

His chest shook slightly under your hand as he let out a breathy laugh. "Whatcha doing?" He questioned, his voice low and rough.

You paused, lips resting on his skin as you took in a deep, shuttery breath. "Eddie....I want to have sex" Your voice was barely a whisper. He would've never understood you if the trailer wasn't dead quiet already.

His back straightened in your hold and his head turned to look at you in the eyes. "A-are you sure?" His eyes sparkled and he struggled to keep the small smile from appearing on his lips. It made your heart flutter and your stomach somersault.

You bit your lip once more before slowly nodding. You sat back on your knees to give the boy some room as he began moving the guitar from his lap, leaning it against the chair next to his bed before turning to sit towards you.

His lips were parted softly as he stared at you doe-eyed. "B-but Ive never..." you stared, your eyes lowered to your hands which rested on your lap, picking at the week old purple nail polish.

"Thats okay. We'll just start it like we normally do" He scooted closer to you, resting his hand under your chin and slowly lifting your head back up to look at him.

His eyes had softened and he smiled tenderly before leaning in. Your eyes closed as his soft lips ghosted over your own before you met him in the middle.

He applied a mild pressure giving and taking the perfect amount before you felt his tongue poke out, deepening the kiss. You hands slowly rose up once again, wrapping around the back of his neck, trying to get him closer to you as your body began to heat up.

His other hand rested at your waist, playing with the hem of your shirt. The other came down to the same height. There was a soft banging of his rings hitting one another as his fingers grasped the edge softly, waiting for a sign he could begin to undress you.

You pulled back, breathing heavily before bringing one hand down to help him pull your top up and over your head. You immediately pulled him back in, eager to continue your kiss.

Your mind was swimming with anxious thoughts and the feeling of how his hands left a scorching trail along your skin everywhere they touched.

You couldn't tell if your eagerness was from the excitement of the situation or if you were just so anxious your body was moving too quickly. Lowering your hands to the hem of his own top you latched on before peeling it off his burning skin and past his mane of hair.

You smiled into the kiss an idea pricking into your head before pulling back, "I want to try something" His adams apple bobbed as he swallowed before he nodded softly and your smile widened in return.

You stood up, walking in front of him before lowering to your knees at the edge of the bed. His feet landed on the ground in front of you. "wait y/n are you sure? you don't have to-"

"I want to" you interrupted him, staring up at him with big eyes before he nodded once more.

His hands reached for his belt, undoing it and throwing into the corner of the room.

Your own hands reached up, brushing against the obvious bulge that had formed under his jeans. He sucked in a small breath at the contact, but didn't say anything, letting you set your own pace.

You began unbuttoning his jeans, your hands shaking slightly as you tried to focus. Your mouth was parted enough to aid with the deep anxious breaths you'd been taking and your brows were furrowed in concentration.

Eddie lifted his hips up at the same time you hooked your fingers around the edge of his jeans, pulling them down to rest at his knees. You paused slightly at the sight of his boner only separated by the thin fabric of his boxers.

Reaching out, your handed rested over the material. He was rock hard in anticipation. The thought of what was to come sent the familiar feeling shooting down your body. Slowly you slid your hand up and down his length, teasing him softly.

You stared up through your eyelashes at the boys face. His eyes were lidded, his mouth hanging open slightly as he stared down at you.

Returning your gaze to your hands, they slowly traveled back up before grabbing the edge of his boxers, repeating the earlier action. His cock stood straight up, twitching slightly under your stare.

Your nerves rose again, swallowing hard again before raising you right hand and lightly grabbing a hold of him. His breath caught once more and his eyes fully shut.

You leant forward, hover over top of his cock before gathering a good amount of spit in your mouth. Your lips formed into a whistle shape as you let the saliva slowly trail out and land of the head of his cock, watching it slide down to meet the spot your hand grasped.

Your hand began to slide up and down more easily, making Eddie tense in his spot. Lowering down toward him you placed a soft kiss, hand still working. All you could hear was his hard breathing and swallowing.

Your kisses trailed down the underside of his shaft towards his balls before your tongue slipped past your lips. Licking a long strip up back up to the head of his cock. You felt him shiver.

Without lifting your head again your lips rested for a moment before finally parting and you head dropped down slowly. You eyes closed as you tried to stay calm through the foreign action.

Puffing out your cheeks some you stopped only half way before raising your head back up and sinking back down once again, taking in a little more each time.

"f-f-fuck" the word stuttered out through his lips as he continued to watch you, his hands digging into the bed sheets roughly. The sound making you weak in the knees. His breathing was becoming more ragged each time.

Trying your best to think back to the cosmopolitan magazines, your thoughts landed on one article that sparked your interest in wanting to try this. Your other hand raised from his thigh and traveled up under and between you both. It landed on his balls, nestled in chestnut curly hair, slightly damp from the excess saliva trailing down the side of your lips.

You began to softly roll them over your fingers, continuing to bob your head up and down at a slightly faster pace. Your breathing was rough through your nose, but you were determined to see this boy come undone.

"Oh shit yea" He finally allowed himself to let out a whisper moan that had you holding back a smile.

His left hand came up to rest on the back of your head, gripping your hair similarly to the way he gripped the bed sheets, but he didn't apply any pressure.

The soft whimpers that came next were the icing on the cake, but were ended earlier then you had hoped. The hand gripping your hair, pulled you back. A string of spit connected your open mouth to him and you stared up at him, breathing heavily.

"If we keep going like that, your not gonna get your wish" He smirked softly, reaching his other hand to grab one of yours before helping you up onto the bed once more.

He laid you down by his pillows before crawling over top of you. He kissed you softly as his hands went to your own shorts. He pulled them down slowly, throwing them in the same direction as his belt as you stared up at him biting your lip.

His continued his cocky smirk, staring back at you as he began pulling his rings off, leaning up to place them on the table beside his bed. He kissed you softly before returning to his position, hands traveling down to rest on the front of your panties.

"These are cute" he complimented you gently, trying to distract you from his ring finger traveling down over your panties to your core.

"Oh fuck baby. I haven't even touched you yet" His voice came out as a whisper.

Your skin fired up at the soft touches, barely able to hold in the whimpers that were forming at your own lips from the tension. His other pointer finger ran up and down the inside of your thigh before slowly hooking around the side of your panties that covered your core, pulling them to the side.

You eyes snapped shut, a soft moan being let out from the mixture of cold air and the feeling of his finger grazing the sensitive skin.

He smiled up at you in satisfaction. Two fingers ran around the edge of your opening, purposefully avoiding the area that begged for his touch. Pulling his hand back your eyes opened enough to watch him. His dark eyes peered into your own as he raised his fingers before placing them in his own mouth and gathering them in saliva.

You watched his hand relower and land at you entrance. One finger barely entered you and you were tensing up slightly.

"Do you want me to stop?" His voice was rough, but caring as he paused.

"Fuck no" your voice breaking slightly at your immediate response.

He softly chuckled before sinking one finger into you, turning it up and hitting the soft spot before he pulled it back out and repeated his actions again and again and again.

The feeling had you letting out long, slow moans. Your head was hazy from the quick breathing and pure bliss you felt.

You couldn't help but jolt slightly when the thumb of the hand holding your underwear to the side landed on the familiar bundle of nerves. It was calloused from playing guitar, but aided in the pleasure.

He began slow circular motions, making sure to catch some of your slick. Before you knew it he was adding in another finger to your entrance, drawing a stuttering whimper from your lips.

Your eyes were shut, missing the way he looked up at you smiling.

You eyes parted slightly in confusion as his thumb left the sensitive bud. "Oh Eddie fuck" you moaned out as it was soon replaced by the soft wet texture of his tongue.

He worked slowly, pulling every sound he could from you. Your head was rolled back at this point, your eyebrows squeezed tightly together as you focused on the tight feeling forming in your lower stomach.

You moans began to build in congruence with the feeling. Louder and louder. Your heart beat began to pick up and your hips started lifting slightly. His head and fingers moving with you to keep up. You finally came undone. A loud relieving moan left your lips, you vision blacking out completely and the satisfyingly warm feeling radiated throughout your body.

Eddie continued to work you through your climax, smiling to himself in achievement.

You eyes finally opened. You stared at the ceiling, trying to calm your breathing before glancing down at Eddie. He smirked at you, chin glistening before he brought a hand up to wipe his mouth.

He left you there, climbing off the bed and shuffling through his closet before pulling out a shoe box. Your head turned, watching as he flung the box open and pulled out a blue square wrapper.

You eyes lingered on the other objects in the box, a yellow candle, some black rope, another pair of handcuffs and some other odds and ends poked over the lip of the box.

He left it there before walking back over and kneeling in his original position between your legs. "Those are for the future don't worry" his voice was cocky, pulling your attention back to him.

He ripped the wrapper in his hands and threw it to the floor before rolling the condom over his cock. "Still up for this?" he paused, looking up at you through his eyelashes once more.

You smiled softly, your voice coming out in a happy whisper "yeah"

His smile returned and he lowered onto his hands, crawling over you. His hair hung down on the sides of his face, hands rested on either side of your head. He lowered his head continuing the deep kiss you both had abandoned earlier.

Your legs bent at the knees, resting on either side of his waist comfortably as his right hand traveled down to the grab hold of himself. You watched his face concentrate as he guided himself into you.

You couldn't help, but tense again and he paused, waiting for you to relax before pushing himself in the rest of the way. Both of you breathing deeply and staring into each others eyes.

His hips pulled back once more before slowly pushing forward again. Soft grunts began to sound in his throat as he continued. Your own soft moans harmonized with him as you lifted your hips up, slowly rocking with his movements.

His thrusts began to pick up, hitting deeper and deeper each time. His right hand lowered, grabbing your thigh before hoisting it up over his shoulder, hitting that same soft spot that he did earlier.

His other hand had snaked up under your bra, kneading at the soft flesh.

You had been missing out. The euphoric feeling of being filled to the brim was better than anything you every had achieved on your own.

His hand left your chest before lowering to your bundle of nerves once again. Working in a small circle on the overly sensitive bud. You moaned loudly.

As his thrusts became harder and harder, the head of the bed could be heard, slamming against the wall of the trailer loud enough for anybody outside to hear.

His thrusts and fingers slowly began to fall out of rhythm. You own hand shot down to replace his, determined to not lose the building feeling. His hands grabbed at your hips hard, holding you still as he began to drill into you.

"Fuck Eddie Yes!" You own moans peaked once more, the tightening feeling shooting down causing your walls to contract around him.

"Oh shit. I'm gonna-" He began before letting out a low rough moan and stilling inside of you.

His breath was heavy as he collapsed down on top of you. His warm wet skin stuck to your own and his hair fanned out across your face.

You sputtered, trying to get out the hair that had landed in your mouth. "Eddie your hair" you giggled, trying to wiggle a hand free from under him to move it out of your face.

He rolled over onto his back next to you, arms going up over both of your heads to cool his skin down faster.

"That was awesome" He final spoke, a soft chuckle in his voice.

You turned on your side, head propped in your hand as you both looked at each other. You leaned down to place a soft kiss on his lips. "That is definitely my new favorite activity"

He smiled widely before his hand came up to the back of you head, pulling you onto his chest happily.

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muchelburstenstein · 8 months

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Succumbing

(Content Warning: Burst, Teen Pregnancy, Rape, Trauma)

I let out a pained moan, low and guttural.

It was almost time, even with how unnatural this all was I could tell. There was so much pressure inside, my womb was so unbearably full, stretched near its limit. I hadn’t felt like this in over a decade, not since I had my daughter. I always thought that was the worst it would ever feel, squatting in a highschool bathroom stall with the accident of a boy I shouldn’t have trusted slowly crowning its way into my panties, the need to push overwhelming even though giving in only hurt more.

Another groan forced itself from me as I felt a shove from within. My back arched, seeking to relieve the pressure. I struggled to even remember how this happened. Another man, another one I foolishly thought meant what he was saying. We’d been seeing each other for a few months, taking things slow. I wouldn’t let my life be ruined again by another man’s need to put his children into me, leaving and making it all my responsibility. I’d been more careful, I reassured myself, had learned from my past, keeping him at a distance until I knew he really cared.

The storm outside raged as the monsters in me became more active, forcing tears from me as I was unable to hold back a pained cry. That storm… he asked if he could come inside. He claimed it was unsafe to drive home in this, and I couldn’t disagree, not honestly. I offered tea and a couch to crash on, told him my daughter was home so we couldn’t get up to any funny business. He’d agreed, smiling warmly, kindly. I really trusted him, truly felt close.

He grinned now, watching me. All the kindness was gone, his lower half exposed as the inhuman thing he was. I tried to tear myself free from the bed, but the adhesive he’d expelled onto my wrists and ankles was unyielding. The rapid gestation that had taken place inside me had eaten away all my strength, even my most desperate effort a weak, pathetic attempt to escape the inevitable. I was due soon, I would deliver his unwanted children, my second pregnancy, doomed not just to ruin my life but end it. Once again, all I could do was sob and stare at my rounded middle, waiting for this burden to free itself from me no matter how badly I didn’t want it.

I’d left him downstairs to sleep, believing I could trust him. I was so stupid. When my door to my bedroom opened, I was surprised. I wasn’t prepared for how he pinned my arms down. How his kisses shivered through me, my eyes going out of focus, limbs going weak, clouding my thoughts. I tried to fight, tried to run as he stripped me, but my body just wouldn’t respond. He spread my legs, and I flashed back to opening myself reluctantly, the words “You would if you loved me” ringing in my ears still, unaware I would be whimpering his burden out not far away from our secret place in nine months. I would be alone and abandoned, hating the thing torturing its way out from between my legs, secretly blaming her for existing as I helplessly gave in, bore down and delivered the most intimate gift I could give for a boy I’d never see again.

He’d let out a strange sound as he entered me. I wanted to scream, but my mouth wouldn’t open, my throat wouldn’t work. His member felt wrong, it was slimy and thick, wriggling deeper inside without him moving his hips, until I felt it attach to my cervix. He began to grunt, To spasm, and I felt a bulge traveling down his length, into my body, into my belly. As he impregnated me, violating me in a way I couldn’t have imagined, His face began to change shape, he started to drool a disgusting, sticky ooze that hardened rapidly, trapping me on the bed. I felt a similar ooze secreting from his lower body, I was trapped. Just as I was trapped when I realized my then boyfriend hadn’t put on the condom he showed me. Just as I was trapped when I was begging my parents for an abortion and they told me this was the natural consequence for me being careless.

The man I’d let into my home withdrew from me as proper sensation began to slowly return to my limbs. I saw he’d changed, his body wrong. His face cruel. It wasn’t long, as he sat and watched, hunched in a corner of the room, before my midriff began to swell. I felt movement, and I broke down, horrified, just as I had the first time I felt the little kicks of my unwanted daughter inside my womb. I hated these… things. I didn’t want to grow them, didn’t want to be responsible for them existing. I didn’t want to give what they were taking from me.

My body didn’t care what I wanted. It kept nurturing these awful creatures, helping them grow strong and safe inside me even though I despised them and everything they represented. They were taking everything from me, my life, my future, everything I’d ever wanted, just as my daughter had by taking root inside me, swelling my belly huge as my friends abandoned me and my grades plummeted, as people whispered and pointed and gossiped about how stupid I was to do this to myself. Just as my body left me screaming in agony in the bathroom, my underwear bulging around the head that refused to wait, refused to even give me the dignity of giving birth anywhere other than the most humiliating, degrading place.

The creature began to speak in a voice familiar, but different. That he’d been enjoying our time, but it must end. His people were eager for the invasion to begin, and I was nearing due with the first wave. The abominations inside me would absorb my memories, my feelings. Targeting the people I was closest to. My friends. My family. My daughter. She might not even wake up before it was too late. In hours, the girl who had stolen away my life, who had ruined my future just by being born against my will, would be sobbing, terrified, under the weight of my inhuman grandchildren, waiting for them to agonizingly hatch from her belly no matter how much she begged them to stop. Her toes curling in pain, voice crying out for me to come help. But I would be gone, used up entirely in a way even she couldn’t manage.

A powerful thrust came from inside, and I cried out in pain. It was almost time, and I was terrified. I didn’t want this, never wanted to be a mother, never wanted to bear life into the world. In spite of everything, I still wanted to protect my daughter. I didn’t want to be the reason for a plague of forced impregnation and deadly birth to begin spreading. Who knows how much of the town would be affected, how many helpless women and girls would succumb to the monstrous genetics taking root in their bellies and destroying their bodies, ending their lives? It would be all my fault, all because I couldn’t stop it, all because my body was so eager to create life, no matter how much I despised it, that it would rather be a breeding ground of abominations than pass of the chance to be fertilized.

Another powerful shove. The father of these things leaned forward, eager to watch what came next. Another… then another. They were getting stronger, closer. Pressure was radiating out, and I was grunting, groaning with every increasingly torturous thrust. It was coming. I was in labor. I was about to give birth. It didn’t matter that I didn’t want this, didn’t want or love these children, they would be born, would live, would make me nothing. These nightmarish monsters slamming against my belly until it bruises, the daughter I screamed onto the bathroom floor before I even got to begin my life for real, all of them taking everything I am and ever wanted away and leaving me stripped to only a single word. Mother. Host. Husk.

“Please!” I begged then, as a contraction took me, unable to do anything but push. “Please!” I begged now, as I felt my uterus begin to tear inside, shuddering and moaning in pain as I felt little hands pulling at the internal wound, others still thrusting as it rose into a frenzy, eager to shove out of me and into the world. “Please!” My daughter would be sobbing, hoping I would come to rescue her in a few hours once her own abominations are near due, never knowing how much I resented her for becoming my world.

“Stop!” I had sobbed, all but feeling my future dribbling out of me along with the amniotic fluid as the head came to a full crown, the pain unbearable. “Stop!” I grunt through the tears, as the air begins to fill with the sound of tearing flesh. Thrust, thrust, THRUST, ever harder, tearing me open from within as I succumb to my children’s need to exist. Another shove, the pressure too much, blood running down my sides. A harsh slam, and I feel the first one crown. He runs a finger around the head, shivering with delight, just as I had shuddered in dread as I reached down and felt the head of my little life ruiner between my legs.

Thrust.

Thrust. My back arches with the sheer force of it.

THRUST! My belly splits wide, and I hold the position for just a moment, little heads lunging out of my mortal wound. Then, as I begin to numb with shock, I collapse.

My head lolls to the side. My eyes won’t focus. Everything begin to fade, grow dark. And yet, crystal clear, I can hear my daughter begin to scream. “STOP! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, GET OUT OF ME! MOM, HELP!”

My eyes close. I remember what my mom said to me, her expression full of shame and contempt when I reached out to her to save me. “It’s time to be a big girl now. You’re going to be a mommy. Congratulations.” I don’t think she heard me, as I spoke my last. Perhaps it’s for the best.

#bad end #monster pregnancy #pregnancy #unwanted pregnancy #forced birth #highschool pregnancy #bursting

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loafbud · 8 months

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how naive i was to assume not having a job/no college for 7 years after highschool graduation would give me enough freedom to feel inspired, live life and pursue my creative endeavors

it's made me the complete opposite

lazy, uninspired to take action, sleepy, not mentally stimulated...

im here wondering why my life's been so stagnant, why i missed out on having "core experiences" in my early 20s (having irl friends/a job/house/etc, going out to travel, etc), feeling like the world's spinning and its leaving me behind, like its already too late for me to do anything to enjoy life

I have creative projects i just..... sat on, let them live in my head and imagination for years, that I haven't acted on yet because i..... idek the reason, its like this:

i have all the mental energy to get hyped about my projects, freely imagine them in my head, seeing a future for those ideas- but in terms of actually doing it??? im just unable to have the physical drive to pursue those.

so when ppl tell me to "get up and just do it already- dont think, just do or else you'll never make progress"..... it doesn't motivate me, neither does it actually get me excited to do it

if you were to tell me "hey vinyl, u graduated hs now time to go to college!!" in the years immediately after graduation, id fucking cringe and just lock myself in the room.. hs was a hellscape that socially negatively affected my mental health, so my introverted ass going thru another academia experience with social anxiety & being around the same kind of energy was the last thing on my mind

but now that I've wasted my early 20s doing nothing with my life, I finally realize what i need to do to make it out

and after 7 years missing out life, when i think about doing (online) college, i actually get fucking excited??? in a good way?????? i cant wait to fuckin flip thru textbooks and take notes bro, to (for the first time in my life) set myself a schedule and actually take academics seriously, to have fully online asynchronous courses so i could learn at my own pace

to finally give my life that work/play balance. because 7 years of my life's been nothing but 100% play (ex: doing hobbies, gaming, lazing around, sleeping, etc), and i have no one but myself to blame for that

(i know i mentioned me finally choosing to go to a community college weeks ago, i still haven't applied yet but i will before the year ends lmao- i just dont wanna rush into it, i wanna prepare)

....but then idk,, to say 7 years of my life was a complete and utter joke/huge waste isn't entirely true... im constantly learning about myself and those years definitely played a big part in my self-discovery and just see how my beliefs have changed thru time

uhhh yeah

tl;dr- as a 25-year-old artist with 7+ years of a no work/no school life + living w/ my parents my whole life, I've gotten absolutely zero shit done on creative projects and no forward progress in my life in general, so im going into my college/work era

the position I've been in for those years helped me grow as a person internally, but this era i was in has already served its purpose so its time for me to start a new chapter or smthn

#rant #ramble

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poisoned-pearls · 6 months

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TELL US ABT UR FANKIDS. I WANT TO KNWOW!!! :3

AHHH okay!! So

in this world nrc became coed around five years after the current first years graduated

Faraja is just Leona’s child (bc I don’t really ship him with anyone but it just felt right to have one), and she is very like, calm. And super in love with her girlfriend. Big defining trait right there bc she is a sunset savanna feminist. 1. Complétive spell drive champion and princess (though so far removed from the crown she doesn’t care anymore, bc when five people + would have to die for you to get the crown, including your own father, you kinda just. Stop paying attention to it) and 2. Dedicated girlfriend

Here are some of my doodles of her (including dad leona. He’s a history professor at a magic college and all of his students love him)

VIVIENNE is her girlfriend. I called her evie for shorthand until I had the time to look up an actual name. Yes it is after evie from descendants.

Viv is a musician who is definitely a bit of a nepo baby bc of vil, but she’s also definitely talented enough to hold her own without him. She plays guitar and keeps a crossbow on her at all times (imagine those gun thigh straps but magical folding crossbow instead of gun). they met as first years in savannaclaw, and the main reason she transferred was bc the old pomefiore housewarden was becoming a fourth year and REALLY needed someone to take over, so in a panic fueled haze went “hey your dad was a good housewarden, think you can fill in for me? Sorry what was that I gotta go on my internship now good luck with the dorm!!!-“ so she stepped in

(she does have a problem of dressing like a Christian college girl going on a mission trip every time she comes to the savanna tho.)

the entire reason I even thought of putting them together tho was bc I thought it’d be HILARIOUS for leona and vil to have to have the most AWKWARD “meet the parents” dinner EVER. NEITHER OF THEM WERE MADE AWARE BY THEIR CHILDREN BC NEITHER OF THEIR KIDS KNEW THEY HAD MAD BEEF IN HIGHSCHOOL

anyways by the time leona and vil figured it out it was #toolate. Their daughters were already together for a year and a half.

Nami is the first one I ever designed and thought out. She’s also the only one to have a named and fully thought out unique magic

she can speak 7 languages and way too many animal ones, has to go down to 8ths to explain most of her heritage (3/4th Japanese and 1/4italian azul and 1/2 Egyptian, 1/4 Arabian (my lore swap in word bc oh my fucking god agrabah is such a fucking headache. Orientalism is a bitch when it comes to historical research. What do you mean the live action is primarily Indian clothing but narration describes it being off of a river nowhere near that. India isn’t even NEAR an Arabian desert. That was way too much of a tangent- anyways) and 1/4th South Indian Jamil creates the most annoying white girl answer of “oh well ACTUALLY I’m 1/6th French 1/4th German-“ answer but not white.)

nami’s ultimate magic is called siren song. Anyone who hears her singing is made vunerable to her hypnotism. It is not active all of the time, and if someone is out of earshot the hypnotism wears off. She performs weekly concerts at school (which she is fully not supposed to do btw. If either of her dads heard abt it she’d get in trouble for the first time in her life SO FAST-) to get people used to hearing her sing. Just in case she needs to mass hypnotize the school, bc you never know-

nami has also had a serious escape artist problem since she was able to freely transform between her human and mer form (which I have more lore for, but I am making a diagram for that so that shall be a different post). She can and will get up on roofs, inside walls and vents, climb fences, poles, and generally anything. She was air tagged and gpsed by Jamil constantly (kalim was the predecessor), and that was only done to find her after the fact.

She was tossed around as a child like a divorced kid so Jamil could travel as much as he wanted. She’d go to school where azul was based (a fancy ass private school for kids who are like, 110% guaranteed to be mages so they had teachers who could handle it) and whenever she’d go to live with Jamil for a month Azul would just. Lie and say it’s a mermaid thing so she can’t be in person but she can do twst version of zoom- (also whenever she was being swapped the parent would fly with her to the other one. They also spent months together as a full unit and Jamil stopped traveling as much when she turned 11 but that is how she’s visited over 30ish countries)

(also just bc the teachers were trained to deal with magic doesn’t mean they were trained to deal with Nami: expert escape artist(tm). No one has succeeded in stopping her OTHER than when she was 7 and had a pole scaling problem, so Jamil slapped some leggings on her so she’d lose the grip her skin had. However this backfired when she just gained the ability to lift herself up with only her arms. A lot of her skills also have to do with her ability to withdraw her tentacles in like, a split second tho. She can pull out two and use octo strength to pull herself up or scale walls.)

she struggles with fears of falling short however. She feels like she can’t exactly beat expectations, only meet or fail them. It’s not like either of her parents put this pressure on herself, but when one parent was opening up a restaurant and the other was fully abt to stage a coup it’s kinda hard to beat that. She’s terrified of just being, average, bc to her, she should have everything to make her excellent.

She also is good at dancing and piano. She was that five year old who is better at piano than most adults. She also watches dramas with auntie Najma a lot. She is very close with Najma-

neo is my little cringe fail idikei kid. I love him so much he’s so funny to me. He’s immensely camera shy and suffers from high anxiety. He can however find out absolutely everything abt someone from a burner acc however.

absolute menace online. Nothing is safe from him. He doesn’t poss himself at ALL but best believe he knows everyone’s instas in the whole school. He does have access to crowleys search history just in case he ever needs blackmail

he also has a HUGE ass crush on Nami (she doesn’t reciprocate, bc she definitely sees him as a kid even tho he’s just a year younger (mainly bc she was the one who helped him adjust to being a housewarden)) bc he saw her, got SEVERELY intimidated by her, and then once she helped him adjust, he admired her. So he is very very awkward around her. He isn’t weird abt it with her tho. He would literally rather die than weird her out, bc that is his IDOL/hj. He thinks she’s very pretty as well. The other first years use this to their advantage to get him to come do things with them

those are the most like, thought out and complete ones I have for now-. Samir is kinda just a vibe and not much of a fleshed out character and the rest need legit names before I can confidently talk abt them, BUT rest assured I have MANY thoughts abt them

#Holy SHIT this is long as hell #Uh. I have many thoughts #Esp bc I had to do twstober for class #But I couldn’t do fanart #So it was ALL OCS and FANKIDS BBY #Speaking of which. I need to talk abt my ocs eventually #Esp Ymir. Ymir Velez my son my bby based off of yzma #And beau and goth #OH and goths little brother #Unnamed rapunzel twst #Which btw #Made me realize how similar the plots are of rapunzel and ariel #Like. They’re SO SIMILAR #Anyways that’s a long way of saying rapunzel twst and rielle boyfriends #They’re dating to me.

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white-poppie · 2 years

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Characters: Nanami Kento x Gn! reader (married)

Genre: ANGST

Warnings: Manga spoilers, Nanami talks about having kids (gender of the reader still not mentioned tho)

Writer: @ white-poppie

Jujutsu Kaisen (呪術廻戦)

Sundays are holidays for those working in the corporate world. Nanami however never got holidays due to his job as Jujutsu sorcerer.

Of course now you were giving him the silent treatment by ignoring his calls, yes it was childish, but it was mean of him to leave his s/o on his one holiday when they could actually spend some time together.

(3) missed calls from Nanami

“Three, huh?” you said to yourself. Nanami never calls more than once, even after arguments and you have to call him back every time. Now you were a bit concerned.

You dialled his number.

1 ring

2 rings

6 rings

“Hello?” Nanami answered hoarsely, “oh thank god Y/N, I was thinking you wouldn’t pick up.”

“Ken, is everything alright?” you huffed.

You heard his laugh from the other side, “yeah, everything’s fine I was just missing you a lot, I am sorry for today.”

You sighed in relief, “you should be, by the way are you done with work already?”

“Hmmm...almost,” he says with a pause, “I am actually travelling right now, got a new location.”

“Where is it?” you ask, “is it far from home?”

“ ‘Dunno, but yeah its far from home.”

You hum and lean on the couch, “Y’know I really miss you Ken, we have barely spent any time together since last month.”

“I am sorry, I’ll make it up to you,” he sighs.

“A pizza date, promise?” you beam

“...Promise,” he answers after some gap. “A random question Y/N, but have you ever thought of...you know settle down...I mean we are already married, but what about us actually living like a married couple y’know...kids n stuff?” he says the last part under his breath, but you hear him.

“EHH?” you exclaim and hear a ugh from the other side which makes you embarrassed so you pipe down a little, “where did that come from?”

“Just randomly, answer me though,” he gulps harshly.

“Nami, your throat sounds weird, do you have a cold?” you ask out of concern.

“Just answer me please,” he says with his voice breaking.

“Oh..well, yeah I have,” you answer.

“Really? How do you imagine it to be?” he asks.

“Uhh... I imagine the future to be something sweet, full of sunshine. Us living under one roof, stable jobs. We fight over who will clean the dishes and who would make the food. We would hug and watch movies and end up falling asleep on the couch” you answer.

“Eventhough you know that my job is f-full of risks?”

“Yeah...a person can dream right?” you laugh, but there is no humour in it, its dry and airy and close to tears.

“ ‘M sorry,” he says out of the blue, “I am sorry that I can’t give you the perfect life you want.”

“No-no Ken, you are doing everything you can, I just work while you save lives of people, I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you.”

“Thank you,” he heaves.

“And yeah...I-I have thought of...kids too,” you mumble.

“You are pouting right now, aren’t you?” Kento chuckles and you ease the pout the forming on your lips.Tch. He knows you too well.

“We would live together, I would cry when they are born. Then would say their first words, take their first steps and I would record it. Then they would cry on their first day of school, then they would bring their first friends to h-house,” he coughed in the middle and continued, “then they would start middle -school and we would have to awkwardly explain the birds and bees to them...then highschool, they would date someone for the first time...college, job nd one day they would get married and the two of us would count sakura petals falling from trees while drinking tea.”

Your lips trembled at his etymology, to think Nanami was hiding all this within for so long, “when you come home, we will plan bout it alright?”

You heard a groan from the other side and a breathy ‘Yeah.’ and a tiny gnawing anxiety settled at the pit of your stomach, “Nami, are you sure you are okay? Tell Gojo to cover for you instead, you sound so tired.”

“ “M fine sugar, nothing your strong husband can’t handle,” he answered, “say do you want something I should get for you? What bout’ mochis you like those right?”

“Mochis sound nice,” you smile, there he was back at it again.

There is a deafening pause before he says the next words, “I...have to go now,” he pants.

“Oh, I’ll cut thee cal-”

“Wait,” he stammers, “Can you just say ‘I love you’ one last time then?”

You gulp down the sudden anxiety forming in your throat, “I love you Kento, take care and come home soon, alright?”

“Love you too angel, so much. I don’t tell you this often, but you mean everything to me.”

You smile and put the phone away from you, grateful to whatever deity there was, for a partner like him.

Call Ended.

Nanami sighed and cut the call with his trembling and bloody fingers. He was a regretful man. He lived with regrets and he was dying with them too.

If only he had spent more time with you, if only he had stayed a little longer, drowned in your voice a little more, eaten the food you cooked and appreciated it more.

If only he had the capability of providing you with a future you wished for.

If only, he wasn’t on the urge of dying.

His phone fell on the bloody ground, with all his remaining strength he typed one last message before his vision started tunneling. The sound of your voice, so sweet, still lingered in his mind.

He felt so cold. He thought of what could your future have been and it slowly morphed into the sight of you sobbing, the cried shattering his barely pumping heart.

You were a crybaby sometimes, but this time he won’t be there to wipe those fat tears away.

He closed his eyes to rest them, knowing damn well he won’t be able to open them again, but he was just so...tired.

Maybe in another life he would utter your name again, full of love and not filled with sorrow and longing.

“Y/N”

From Nanamin 😏🙄

(Last seen 1 year ago)

Buy some Mochis for Y/N and tell her not to be sad for too long.

Take care, you are a good friend, Gojo.

Jujutsu Kaisen (呪術廻戦)

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Synopsis: Your husband, Hanma Shuji is dead! You team up with Tachibana Naoto, Chifuyu Matsuno, Ryuguji Ken and Mitsuya Takashi, you go on a journey full of betrayals and twists. Can you find out what really happened to your husband?

Requests are open (*3*) Reblog/like to give the author a hug (´;︵;)

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phanfictioncatalogue · 27 days

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Denial Masterlist

Advent Calendar 2021 (ao3) - Phantje

Summary: Phil lives and works in a town in the North called Lylchester. Well, 'works'. He does charitable things in the name of being nice and his (adoptive) parents. Things are fine. Yeah. Fine. Meeting Dan who has strong opinions about peculiar things shakes up Phil's life and he is falling before he can help it.

Dan lives and works somewhere, or anywhere really. By fate, or call it the British Railway train running times, he ends up in Lylchester. Before he can help himself, he has made the first real best friend he has ever had - Beatrix. And suddenly, life does not seem so difficult anymore. Dan appreciates the work he can do, even if it has him interact with the rich idiot Phil more often that he would personally choose.

a theism in evolution (ao3) - Tarredion

Summary: The sungod, Phil, sends letters to Mother Gaia. He puts all his worries into words… even when he himself can't see right through them

A Wick That Burns Far Too Slow (ao3) - pulpphiction

Summary: Daniel ponders his friendship with Phil over the light of that beautiful monochrome candle he got for his birthday.

Bring Me Home From Hell (ao3) - the_unwritten_ruler

Summary: It’s an important moment for Dan when he finally perfects the ritual for summoning a demon, but he gets a lot more than he bargained for when he sets the creature loose on his life.

florist (ao3) - dnovep

Summary: Phil's a florist - he hates it.

Friday The 13th of October (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Phil surprises Dan after reading his boyfriend's suggestive tweet with regard to a hockey mask and a surprise male visitor in the night on Friday the 13th. Based on Daniel Howell's tweet on October 13, 2017.

Got It (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Dan surprises his partner with a little stress relief while traveling on tour.

Love You For Always (ao3) - TwistedRocketPower

Summary: In the UK, an estimated 6,000 children die each year. When Dan and Phil became parents almost seven years ago, they never imagined they would become a part of that statistic.

No Hugs - ticklishhpickle

Summary: Dan Howell does not like hugs. Or Phil Lester. And he certainly doesn’t like hugs with Phil Lester.

Nothing Like a Storybook (ao3) - Merrydith

Summary: University Of Manchester, 2009 Dan Howell is an aloof loner and Phil Lester a well-known weirdo. In theory they are worlds apart, but a chance post-party meeting under the Manchester moonlight sends their lives spiraling and soon they find they have a lot more in common than they thought.

Red Like Roses (ao3) - your_starless_eyes

Summary: Red like roses fills my dreams and takes me to the place you rest...

Shit! (ao3) - Jenayisonearth

Summary: And how lovely sickening is that feeling when you've spent so much time arguing your point when the other side was right all along.

The Boy In The Garden (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: (Highschool AU) Dan Howell and Phil Lester had nothing in common. But when the two of them end up working together in the abandoned school garden, will friendship- or something more- develop between them?

The Swear Jar (ao3) - Spring_Haze

Summary: Phil teases Dan about his language during a gaming live stream and offers him a deal off camera. The sexual game proves to be a real challenge for Dan, who wants nothing more than to collect his unique reward.

too long 'till i drown in your hands (ao3) - orphan_account

Summary: The Blue Neighbourhood ft. Dan and Phil. That's basically it.

#phanfictioncatalogue #phanfiction #phanfic #phan #masterlists #denial #denial masterlist

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mother-sigma · 3 months

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Lernen wir die Darsteller kennen!

Since we're officially here, let's meet the cast!

First up, Julius Gormley! Julius is a 14 year old ambivert from the tucked-away town on Hillside, Germany. He enjoys sword-fighting, plays, and scheming! But no matter what, he's ALWAYS up for a new adventure. Weapon of choice: "I like a good stick, a good stick can always get the job done... unless it's a big branch, one where I can sharpen the little branches growing off of it and make a barbarian club! Yeah... those are cool." Fun Fact: Julius has INSANE reflexes, he'll never miss something coming!

Make way for Tamzin Osgood! (Or Tammy for short) This 16 year old fierce and brave girl from the "Red Brick Road" town of Stillman, Wales won't let anything get in her way! She has a nick for plants and kicking butt! Weapon of choice: "Don't make fun of me, but when I was younger I kicked a football at a stop sign and somehow knocked it down. I keep it in my room now as a trophy of my "immaculate strength", as my mum calls it. If I were to go on any adventure, I would without a doubt take it." Fun Fact: Tammy is a pro at lock picking! Give her some scraps, and you'll be in or out in a jiffy!

You can't get more brainy than Madison D'Élise! (Or Madi for short) From the former bomb range that flourished into the beautiful town of Parrish #26, France, this 10 year old is a scientist in the making! Her inventions will surely come in handy! ...Hopefully...? Madi loves stuffed animals and robots. Weapon of choice: "Ollie Créon in the 8th grade gave me his Neft Gun when he left to go to highschool, he even gave me all his darts! I have so many I don't think I could ever run out... If I was ever in danger, I would save the day with my trusty Neft Gun!" Fun Fact: Madi's dads said no to a cat, so instead she made herself a robot capybara! She's got a friend in everything!

Nobody knows where he or his fashion sense came from, but Karl has made a home in the "Never-Ending" rainy town of Belmontus, Russia. Having a sort of 6th sense for time itself, Karl's a bit mysterious all around... Not to fret! He's a very trustworthy companion, one who's always up to learn more and more! Weapon of choice: "It's constantly raining over here, so I always carry an umbrella with me. It's been the same one for years now, I can't imagine parting with it..." Fun Fact: Karl has an ick for the economics industry, so he always shops for clothes at the local thrift shop. ...Maybe it's time for him to change his mind...

Watch out, its Amélie Lindgren! (Or Amy for short) With traveling parents from Vietnam and Scotland, 14 year old Amy finds herself jumping from place to place often. But for now, she's cozy in the dual-divided town of Buttonwood, Scotland. She likes fueling arguments and is a mastermind manipulator... yikes! Weapon of choice: "I hate most people, they're annoying and gross. I would 100% take my bow on any sort of quest, eliminate the oppositions from a distance!" Fun Fact: Amy is trilingual! She learned French and English from her parents, and German from her time spent in Hillside!

There's more to show, but we're saving that for a later time.

Development is going smoothly, hopefully we will see you guys again in no time!

#earthbound #fangame #game development #mother #mothersigma

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bleungrh · 2 years

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Gojo and Cats

ahaha hi..... been a while

Anyways :D

I have been absolutely obsessed with the idea of Gojo owning a cat.

Also this is gonna be hella long because I have so so many thoughts about this I NEED TO LET THIS OUT OF MY SYSTEM.

I feel like he would be so so so dramatic, insufferable and overly affectionate with cats.

Now, I don't think he'll willingly go to a shelter to adopt a cat or something like that. He probably thinks oh no I don't have the time to take care of a one I'm too busy, besides who's gonna take care of it when I'm out to work

He probably used to play with stray cats during his highschool years, but he'd never think of taking one home.

Picture this though:

He's coming home from a mission, it's dark and pouring outside; that doesn't bother him though because he's got his infinity to keep him dry. As he's walking through the rain he senses something, then hears it - barely audible meowing. Gojo takes a couple of more steps to locate the sound and he sees a cardboard box. It doesn't even look like a box anymore, the rain making it look like it's falling apart. But inside it there's a small little kitty meowing its heart out; soaked to the bone, shaking, its eyes glued shut. Probably less then a month old. At this rate it has no chances of survival, so of course the only logical thing to do in Gojo's mind is to take it with him.

No vet clinic is open at this time though, so Gojo can only take the kitty home and buy some bare necessities from a 24-hour market.

Once he comes back home he immediately turns on a heater, even if its summer. His biggest priority is to warm the kitty immediately so he places a few small towels in front of his heater so they can warm up, then he himself sits in front of it with the kitten in his hands; he burrito wraps it with the heated up towels throughout the hours.

He does not sleep that night (not that he gets that much sleep in general) and the moment it's morning he rushes to the nearest vet.

After that? That kitty is glued to him. He feeds it every hour with special kitten milk replacer/formula (since regular cow milk won't provide the needed proteins). Cleans it after every meal, helps it pee and poo. Gojo at that point is a whole momma cat.

And how does he manage to do that with his work schedule? Well... for the first week or so he would almost get in trouble for it. If he has classes he'll literally just call his students to his apartment so they can all look at the kitty. (They cannot believe or imagine how careful their teacher is with such a small and fragile animal) And if he has a mission and has to travel? Nope, sorry I'm unavailable, I'll do it next week.

At that point Yaga is personally banging on his door to demand an explanation as to Why are you neglecting your duties, what is happe- oh my god are you serious

Gojo opens the door and Yaga sees a little calico kitten snuggled in his arms. He could only facepalm and let out a heavy sigh as Gojo snickers. But the disappointed principal cannot stay sour for long as he stares at the little creature snuggled into the arms of a man as big as Gojo.

"Her name is Papaya but I like to call her my little princess :D"

"Gojo......"

Once Papaya gets a bit older Gojo would even take her with him to class. Almost everyone is ecstatic to see an adorable little cat. Yuuji and Nobara can't stop squealing and petting her, Megumi watches from the distance and acts grumpy. But when no one is looking he gives the little Paya a good and relaxing belly rub.

As the months go by Gojo feels confident enough to leave his little princess alone at his place. And when he comes home the first thing he does is shout-

"Papaya!!!!! My little adorable princess!!!!!"

A jingle of a bell is heard (because of course he's gonna buy her a pink little collar with a bell) as well as a meow meow meow at every step of hers. And when she trots up right in front of him, looking at him expectantly? The strongest man can only pick her up and shower her with kisses as she purrs in satisfaction.

"Did my little girl miss me? I certainly missed you !!!"

At any given time she would be found comfortably laying on his shoulder without a care in the world.

Other times she would rub herself all over his face as if he is the best scratch post ever. Only purrs and giggles can be heard in the room.

And when he sleeps, she would curl up next to him, maybe even sleep on his chest if she's feeling mischievous. Gojo is so used to seeing a pile of white and spotted fur upon waking up that he feels empty when he has to go on missions out of town or out of the country.

Papaya has him wrapped around her paw and honestly Gojo isn't even complaining.

Nanami, Utahime and few others have seen him and how affectionately he treats Paya, how careful and meticulous he's taking care of her and they simply cannot believe that that is the same person. No way someone as silly and as annoying as Gojo is willing to put so much effort into looking after a cat.

He doesn't care, how can he care when all of his worries are immediately washed away when his little princes trots up to him, jumps on the table and bumps her head against his - her purring loud and clear.

He takes so many pictures of her. He always posts her on his story, he always finds an opportunity to be annoying and mention her in a conversation. Everyone has to know how adorable Papaya was today.

Papaya supremacy (Gojo started the movement but only Yuuji and Nobara are supporting it)

#gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen #gojo #satoru #jjk #gojo fluff #gojo headcanons #gojo thoughts #you do not understand i have been thinking about this FOR A WHOLE WEEK #I LITERALLY NEED TO SHARE THIS WITH THE WORLD #also i may have written this a bit messily but ah #also sorry for being dead for months i genuinely didnt know what to post (despite having two drafts ahaa....)#theres probably grammar mistakes and typos but its almost 5am skdjfkjsdf #anyways I LOVE GOJOOOOOOOO #PAPAYAAAAAAAAA #gojo imagine #gojo scenario

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gracelesslady23 · 9 months

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helloo :)) i'm working on one of your fest prompts but i'd like to stay anon until the reveals for it to be a surprise.

i have a small question - you did not specify this in the prompt, and i have several ideas of my own that i could use, but i wanted to ask you anyway in case you had anything specific in mind that you're imagining and/or like reading.

in a setting where j/s are highschool sweethearts and date up until after the graduation, what would be their reasons for breaking up? i feel like it would have to be something big, i don't think the divide of sirius wanting to get out of the small town vs james wanting to stay close to his parents would be enough to force them apart, there would have to be something p major on top of that that went down and led to the breakup. it's just so hard for me to imagine something big enough to drive them apart like that after so many years together without involving something super major like a third person getting in the middle (whether it's romantic, like lily/remus or walburga/someone else stepping in and meddling w it on top of things that they were already having disagreements on), but i'm not sure if that's something you'd like.... i do think that at 18 they would probably be much more hotheaded and easily explosive than later when they reconnect in adulthood, but still, any of the usual "highschool sweethearts breakup" tropes just,,,, dont sit well with them for me bc i can't see them having that type of "classic" miscommunication, yknow?

anyway sorry for the rant 🙏🙏🙏 ill go now to actually get some writing done ehehehe

Hi!! Thanks so much for reaching out and especially for selecting my prompt! I cannot tell you how excited I am to get to read it!!

That is such an interesting question and I completely agree that something big would need to occur to have them break up and lose contact (in fact I completely agree with all your analysis teenage S&J being hotheaded and easily explosive – yes please!!). I’m going to preface my response by saying, both the ideas you’ve included here (Walburga interference or alternative romance coming on the scene) sound really good and I’d be so happy to see it go in either of those directions.

I’ve written below the cut the direction I would’ve taken it had I gotten around to writing it (instead of prompting it haha), but feel free to pick and choose on the bits that work for you, or ignore it, if none of it does 😊

Ok so the way I saw it going was that the wanting to stay vs wanting to leave divide was like a symptom of the bigger issues between them and the divergence in the lives they wanted to lead. On one side, James wants to get married and have a bunch of kids (probs saw himself adopting/using a surrogate once he got with Sirius) and he wants to do it young so his parents would still be around for those milestones and enjoy being grandparents to a gaggle of kids (even though E&F never put it on him, J was always aware that they wanted more kids than just him and for whatever reason (age, illness etc.) could only have the one, so he wants to give them grandkids). Whereas Sirius at 18, still screwed up by his own unhappy childhood/homelife, is not sure he ever wants to get married or have kids and he certainly doesn’t want it anytime soon, what he wants right now is to do big things and explore the world, not to be tied down, and even though he loves James, he is afraid that getting married etc will change things between them and he doesn’t want to become like his parents/older cousins etc. And still, I don’t think this would be a dealbreaker, but it would be a source of tension between them.

With Sirius leaving for the city after graduation, I can see them having a kind of “soft breakup” with every intention of getting back together, or deciding to do long distance. Either way, they spend the first several months being in constant contact via phone/text (depending on the era) and travelling back and forth on weekends to see each other. But with the distance, the divide between them only grows. Sirius is miserable without James, but he’s still hoping James will see the light and join him in the city, so he puts on a bit of a show: telling James about all the exciting things he’s doing, all the opportunities he has, how interesting his classes are, and the interesting people he is meeting/parties he’s attending. And James is jealous… he loves his parents’ and his town, but he is already bored out of his mind without Sirius, his small town job/tertiary education cannot keep him intellectually stimulated and he feels like he is missing out, and not only that, but for the first time he feels insecure about their relationship and worried that Sirius is growing out of him and might find someone more interesting/exciting to be with.

And so while things are getting really rocky, James accidentally getting Lily pregnant (I’d probably have them in the “soft breakup phase” before this happens, like planning to get back together after things calm down, but not officially together). Maybe Sirius is supposed to come home a certain weekend but can’t for whatever reason, so James gets blind drunk with Lily and they sleep together without protection and its done.

Sirius finds out and is absolutely heartbroken, but thinks that this is James getting everything he’s ever wanted (and everything Sirius couldn’t give him) so he doesn’t fight for their relationship and can't really stomach the thought of keeping in contact while James has a happy family with someone else. James devastated and racked with guilt about the whole thing, and when Sirius doesn’t fight for their relationship, James doesn’t feel like he can either because he feels that he’s betrayed Sirius and if Sirius doesn’t want to be with him or talk to him anymore its far enough.

Anyway as I said that’s just the direction I thought of taking it in. Apologies for how long this was, lol, I can never keep it short when it comes to S/J. Hope it was somewhat helpful, but as I said before feel free to take from that whatever inspiration works for you and discard anything that doesn’t 😊

Happy writing!! I am so excited to read it!!

#asks #thanks for the ask!#so excited!!!

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lilyellowsongbird · 11 months

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Jeff Buckley - The Tear That Hangs Inside My Soul Forever

I don't really know where to start this. I never really know where to start things in general, especially when they mean a great deal to me. The curse of being a writer, I guess. I'll start with this: My favorite song is Jeff Buckley's cover of Just Like a Woman. I'm sure we all know that Bob Dylan is a fantastic artist, but his best songs are covered by other people. Just Like A Woman is no different, and Jeff makes the song his own, something ethereal, untouchable, all consuming.

Jeff Buckley was the son of Tim Buckley, another brilliant musician. He never really knew his father, as he left when Jeff was quite young. He did pass down his musical skills, and I thank him for that.

I think the brilliance of Jeff is his ability to be emotionally vulnerable. That's the brilliance of a lot of my favorite artists. Yes, all artists are sensitive in some way, that's why they're artists, but Jeff is on a different plane of raw emotion. Just look at Lover, You Should've Come Over. It takes someone who is deeply in touch with their emotions to write a song like that. On Jeff's only studio album, Grace, he travels through every emotion you could imagine, dealing with death and heartbreak in a way that reaches into the back of your heart and scrapes out those guts you thought were long dead. When he sings of lost love, drug use, and death, he somehow always pinpoints the exact complex emotions behind each subject. There is nothing vague about his poetry.

Perhaps his most famous song, Hallelujah is a Leonard Cohen cover. Jeff wrote a few more verses and added them, but they could have been written by Cohen all the same. They fit in that well. Jeff had an otherworldly ability to cover songs. He covered Cohen, Nina Simone, Edith Piaf, and Bob Dylan, just to name a few. It's incredibly difficult to produce a good cover of a song that is unique, but that is where Jeff shines. The production of Jeff's original songs is always high quality, with a full band to back his electric guitar and intoxicating voice. They thrill. They invigorate. They bring out feelings and movement you never thought you had. Jeff's covers are not bold and filling, but rather stripped to the bare bones, and in that lies their perfection. His covers are just his guitar and his voice. The guitar is simple, echoing through an imaginary chamber along with his voice. Jeff's voice rings out, bringing the focus to the lyrics. The original writers wrote perfect lyrics, and Jeff knew that. He was only responsible for making those lyrics sound as beautiful audibly as they are on the page. Instead of making the song about his own skill, he brought their original meaning to the surface.

I believe music finds me at the exact moment I need it in my life. I had known his cover of Hallelujah for years before I took a closer look at his discography. I used to take these long baths my freshman year of highschool. I would play the same songs every night, ever so quietly, as I laid there, floating in that tiny bathtub. Hallelujah would play and I would let Jeff's voice carry me away into the depths of a dark hole of depression. I don't know if I used that as an escape or a way to go deeper into my sadness. Jeff left me for a few years, until I got to college. In the past two years, as I've grown and my troubles have shifted away from the struggles of teenhood, I've found Jeff has been a constant companion. I listen to at least one of his songs every day. There is just something in his voice, this recognition and resignation to his life. I mean this in the best way possible, but he has the emotional understanding of a woman.

He only released one album, and despite its perfection, it leaves the listener wanting more. That makes his live performances even more of a treasure. It takes an insane amount of talent to make a live performance sound the same as the studio recording. It takes true genius to improve on a song during a live performance. He lets his voice run wild live. You can hear the pain in his voice. Every emotion is stretched over chords and complex vocal runs. When I listen to him live, I can't help but feel the deep ache I knew he was feeling as he sang. Each song achieves the impossible and becomes more beautiful live. If I could time travel and see any live show, first I would see Woodstock, but immediately after I would go see his show at Sin-e. It might be my favorite live album. It's the only live performance I've been able to find of Just Like A Woman, which makes it all the more special to me.

In life Jeff was a special gift, and people knew it. In death he has become a mythic figure. I pity anyone who hasn't had the pleasure of listening to his music.

Favorite Songs In No Particular Order:

Just Like A Woman

Hallelujah

Lover, You Should've Come Over

Grace

Mojo Pin

Eternal Life

The Other Woman

Forget Her

Mama, You've Been On My Mind

Live at Sin-e:

Just Like A Woman

Mojo Pin

Hallelujah

Lover, You Should've Come Over

LYSCO Live: 1, 2

Mojo Pin - Live at Wetlands

#music #nonfiction #opinion #90s music #90s alt #jeff buckley #lover you should've come over

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