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Kaeya making ftm reader squirt :0
Warnings: Readers genitalia is described using terms 'Cunt', 'Pussy','Dick', and 'Cock', a bit of degrading if you squint real hard not much tho! (Kaeya gets called kae)
Kaeya lovesss eating his baby boy out and feeling him gush all over his tongue ,feeling his juices spread across his face smearing on your thighs
He loves when you squirm when he suckles on your cock mumbling something about how sweet you taste while you're squealing so deliciously, taking it like such a good boy.
He looks up from in between your thighs and sees you all glassy-eyed already in subspace after just two orgasms.
He giggles when you try to push him away whining about how " 's too much" and how "You need a break before the next one." he knows how you like it tho, only muttering a low "You know the safe word, Pretty boy."
Ficlet:
You look so cute like this, all teary-eyed whining like a bitch in heat. When you cum for the fourth time it doesn't make him stop lapping up all your pussy juices, and leaving bites on your inner thighs. He laughs when you try to squirm away crying about how sensitive you are, even with how much you cry he's swatting at your sensitive cunt making your hips stutter.
" 's too much kae, please." You don't even know what exactly you begging for, but that thought is lost when dives back in-between your thighs and stuffs his oh-so-long fingers in your slutty cunt pressing right up into that spongy spot that has your eyes rolling to the back of your head, and your legs shakin' when he starts sucking on your dick.
He's surprised when you start to show tattletale signs of an incoming orgasm so soon after the orgasm you just had, your legs shaking, hips rolling grinding your juicy cunt on his tongue, while simultaneously fuckin yourself with his fingers, and oh is it a lovely sight to see his boy go dumb on his fingers.
Your release hits you like a ship, it has your toes curlin' and your thighs squeezing Kaeya's head, it has you squealing his name loud enough to make an echo. You're just fuckin yourself on his fingers through your high sobbing and hiccuping from how good it feels.
When you finally come down you see Kaeyas face drenched in your squirt somes still dripping off his chin, while he's giving you a dumb smile licking his lips all dazed.
"'m gonna make you do that again." You heave out a wanton moan when he hurriedly stuffs his tongue in your hole replacing his fingers like he's on a mission. That's a promise he plans on keeping...
Even tho I just transferred this from my Ao3 acc im still proud of this considering it has been a while since I've written like this!! :3
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Title: I Could Find My Way Back (Marcus Pike/f!Reader)
Rating: Mature
Word count: 3590
Warnings: Discussions of sexual assault (non-detailed and non-graphic). Swearing. Brief descriptions of kissing/making out. Reader is unnamed; Marcus (and other characters) uses nicknames (i.e.: “Sunny”, “sweetheart”, “chica”). Reader identifies as female but is otherwise unspecific and undescribed.
Notes: In the interest of standing by my belief that fiction can be used to Work Through It, this is a very personal one. And as such, it is maybe not applicable to everyone, but I attempted to approach it with respect and kindness and I hope it rings true enough for someone else.
Dedicated to @ladamedusoif… Thank you. 💜
(Dividers by @saradika-graphics)
The last time you saw Marcus, you were both eighteen, both stupid kids in love but with no idea how to handle it. You’d been preparing for your trip west for college; he was headed south. Daily phone calls turned into weekly letters, into bi-monthly check-ins, into Christmas and birthday cards.
You lost touch soon before it happened, and in more than one therapy session you’d openly wondered if that was to blame for your stupid choices. (Your doctor insisted that was normal but very, very untrue.)
And, nearly twenty-five years later, when you walk into the bar and hear a familiar, long-ago guffaw, your heart skips a beat and your breath catches in your throat.
The laugh causes him to toss his head back, and as he lifts it to normal height again, his eyes slide past you — and then back to you.
“Holy fucking shit.”
Despite your nostalgic shock, you grin brightly. “Heya, Marc.”
He’s off his stool and wrapped around you before you can say any more. “Jesus, Sunny, are you real?” he murmurs against your ear. “I’ve only had two beers so you have to be.”
“I’m real, Marcus,” you giggle, hugging him back. His patchy facial hair is thicker than when he was a stubbly kid, his hair a little longer, a little curlier, and a little greyer, but deep in the recesses of your memory he smells and feels and energizes the exact same as your high school sweetheart. The fact that he immediately falls back on your nickname from the old days makes the nostalgia even stronger.
His friends all but abandoned at the bar after a quick explanation, the two of you settle at a small table towards the back of the pub, Marcus’ beer now sitting opposite your Jack and Coke.
“I’m guessing you’re back for the reunion?” he asks, his thumb and index finger stroking and pulling lightly on your pinky.
It’s as if no time has passed, the comfort is so easy.
You nod, taking a sip of your slightly-too-strong drink. “Yeah. Wasn’t gonna, but had some…unexpected time off work,” you explain. (He doesn’t need to know that you were forced into taking your two-week vacation because your entire department was worried you were about five minutes from a burnout breakdown.) “Figured it couldn’t hurt to come back and see some folks.”
“Like me?” His voice is airy, teasing.
“No. Like Kevin.”
Marcus groans. “Oh, god, he’s gonna try to steal you away from me again, just like in school.”
You laugh. “Isn’t he married now?”
“Yeah,” he replies. “A really nice woman named Lily. Never thought Kev would be the settling down kind, but they’re happy. Expecting a little boy soon, too.”
You remember something else you’d heard. “You’re married, too, no?”
“No,” he replies, and the sadness passes quickly. “I was, for a little while. It didn’t work out so I’m on my own again.”
“I’m sorry, Marc. That sucks.”
“Mm, it’s alright. I’ve moved on.” Marcus takes a swig of his drink and eyes you. “What about you? Husband? Boyfriend? Kids?”
You bite the inside of your cheek. “None of the above.”
“Girlfriend?”
“Marcus!”
“Just checking.” He grins, eyes sparkling. “Has it been a long time?”
Pretty much since right after you, you think. But this isn’t the time.
“A while, yeah.”
He takes another mouthful. “A shame,” he mutters when he can speak again.
You almost think you misheard.
“So that settles it. You’re my date to the reunion.”
“What?”
Marcus pinches the skin of your hand. “You heard me. You and me, just like old times. That sound okay?”
You feel like you don’t have much of a choice, but you’re also pretty okay with that. “Uh, yeah. Sure, I guess?”
“Good. Where are you staying?”
You give him the address of the Airbnb you’re in, and he nods. “Alright. I’ll pick you up at five tomorrow, okay?”
“Y-yeah, okay.”
He finishes his beer, then watches — somewhat impressed — as you down the remainder of your own drink. “I’m really glad you’re back, Sunny.”
“Me, too, Marc.”
You aren’t lying.
After several different outfit choices, you’re finally settled and smoothing your striped sweater over the top of your slim black pants, your shoes cute but practical for a night that’ll probably involve far more standing than sitting. You fix your hair quickly as you hear the beep of the horn outside, and grab your phone and purse before running out and locking the door behind you.
Marcus isn’t dressed that much differently than he was at the bar, though now his button down is secured under a blue polka-dotted tie and his jeans have been replaced with a pair of grey slacks. He’s also combed his hair a bit more neatly, though the breeze blowing through the truck’s window has some softly-curly strands falling over his forehead.
You step up to the driver’s seat and rest an elbow on the frame as you lean in to kiss his cheek. “You ready for this? We can still skip out if you want.”
He smiles. “How about we go, and if, after an hour, it’s boring as shit, we sneak out and go to Johnny’s instead?”
It’s the same plan as when you were in school. Johnny’s is the diner on the edge of town — you were shocked to see it was still open when your cab passed it on the way in — and the best place to be a little private and a lot out of the way. You and Marcus had always had a code: if you were at a party or an event or a school thing and you wanted out, it was as simple as a little, “Hey, aren’t we supposed to meet John?” and you knew it was time to go.
“Sounds like a plan,” you reply, winking as you walk around the front of the truck and climbing into the passenger’s seat beside him.
The drive to the high school isn’t long, and the silence between you — punctuated by Springsteen’s greatest hits — is light and breezy. Marcus has always been a careful driver, and you’re happy enough to just watch the old haunts go by out your window as you both breathe-sing to “Thunder Road”.
When he parks in the lot, he’s actually at your door before you can get out, and he offers his arm. “C’mon, just like when we were kids,” he reminds you. You roll your eyes but accept, your hand gripping his bicep as you head into the gymnasium.
“Pike, that cannot be who I think it is!”
You’d recognize Kevin Garcia’s voice anywhere. Marcus’s best friend since childhood, he’s always been loud and boisterous and probably a little more trouble than anyone should be, but you’d always really liked him like a brother.
“Kev, be nice,” Marcus warns, but it’s too late — Kevin has you up in his strong arms, spinning you despite the height and weight you have on him.
“Holy shit, chica, you’re prettier than you were in high school.”
You roll your eyes, hiding your embarrassment. “Could say the same, Kev.” He’s gorgeous — chiseled from marble, you and your girlfriends had always joked. His brown eyes are lighter than Marcus’, but just as easy to lose yourself in; his features are gruffer; his hair more tightly curled. If you hadn’t been spoken for all through high school you might have given him a fair shot. (His friendship with Marcus hadn’t stopped the occasional flirtation from him, anyway.)
Kevin introduces you to Lily, a statuesque redhead with more freckles than you’ve ever seen and a belly that seems to threaten to topple her with one wrong move. Kevin’s palm stays right on it, cautious and protective the whole time the four of you talk, and you can’t help but smile.
You break away from the Garcias after a bit, promising to catch up more before you head home, and you find yourself heading to the catering tables while Marcus stops to chat with a group of people you don’t know very well.
“Hey, you.”
You freeze in place as you’re filling your plate, your blood running cold. Despite every single instinct in your entire being telling you to just drop it and run, you don’t — instead you take a single, deep breath and look up.
It can’t be him. It can’t. Last you’d heard from your lawyers, he had moved out to Arkansas once he was released, and you’d figured that was the end of it.
But it is him. The same sharp, ice-blue eyes. The same swoop of auburn hair, though artificial now.
That same shark-toothed grin.
“I… I’ve gotta — ” The words don’t come, but you run, your plate finally discarded on the table.
You hear him calling out for you but you refuse to turn, your heart pounding in your ears as you desperately look for Marcus.
“Hey, hey, slow down.” It’s Kevin’s voice, his hand on your arm gently. “You alright?”
“I — I need to find Marcus,” you breathe, and you’re annoyed to realize there are tears clogging your throat. “Have you seen him?”
Kevin gestures over his shoulder. “Back by the hoop talking to one of the teachers,” he said. “What’s wrong? Are you okay?”
You wish you could answer but you’re just not ready. Instead, you fake a smile and hurry off, leaving him confused as you beeline towards Marcus.
“John just called,” you manage as soon as you’re in earshot. Marcus turns to you, eyebrow lifted, but when he sees your expression, he adjusts. “We’ve gotta go.”
“Okay.” There’s no question. He says his goodbye to Mr. Williams, his arm snaking around your waist. You know you’re shaking, you can feel it yourself, but you hope he won’t ask — at least, not now. With a little wave to Kevin and Lily who are not far from the door you’re headed towards, you keep close to Marcus’ body and keep your head down.
He doesn’t ask questions, doesn’t say a word until you’re in the car and about fifteen blocks from the school. It’s only then that he pulls into the empty parking lot of a local bank and puts the car in park.
“Hey. Sunny, are you okay? What happened? What’s wrong?”
“No, it’s nothing, it’s…”
You lose control when his hand comes to rest on your knee. Two decades of tears stream from your eyes as you gasp for air, and Marcus jumps out of the car to come to your door and pull you into his arms. You’re still in your seat, but tucked tightly against his chest, your body racked with sobs and your chest burning as you struggle to regain control.
To his credit, Marcus doesn’t push. He holds you, one hand cupping the back of your head, the other stroking gentle lines up your back. You know you’re staining his sweater with your tears, but he gives no indication that it bothers him. Instead, he murmurs in your ear, “It’s alright, it’s okay” over and over.
“I — ” You try to speak, and it’s difficult, but you know you need to get the words out. “I can’t — I can’t tell you here,” you finally manage. “Someone might hear.”
There’s some kind of fear in Marcus’ eyes when he pulls back to meet yours. “Oh, sweetheart,” he breathes. “Alright. Do you want to go back to the apartment, or do you want to come to mine?”
An irrational thought comes into your head: What if he knows where I’m staying?
“Can we go to yours?”
“Of course.” He brushes your cheeks with his palms. “Are you okay? Do you want to wait a few more minutes?”
You shake your head. “No. I don’t want to… I want to get out of here.”
Marcus smiles comfortingly and presses a kiss to your forehead. “I’ve got you, Sunny.”
It isn’t until you’re settled on the couch, your still-shaking hands wrapped around a mug of tea, that Marcus joins you, his dark eyes soft and concerned.
“Do you want to talk?”
You nod, and Marcus shifts closer, his knee bumping against yours as he rests an arm across the back of the sofa, right along your shoulders.
“I was at the catering table,” you start. “And Mr. Mason came up to me.”
“The chemistry teacher?”
You nod. Marcus doesn’t pry, letting you tell the story on your own time, but his thumb strokes over the back of your neck gently.
“Everyone knows he was a bit of a weirdo, right?”
“I never had him as a teacher, but yeah, I heard he was a little…off.”
You take a deep breath. “He wasn’t just off, Marc.” A pause. “After we graduated, I ran into him at the movies one night. My friends wanted to go to a club after, and I didn’t, so Mr. Mason offered to drive me home.”
Your heart is racing, and you’re not sure the words will come out, but you close your eyes and force them past your lips. “We never made it to my house. He…he raped me and left me on the street a mile from home.”
When you manage to look up again, Marcus’ handsome face is white with rage. His hand has stilled behind you, his thumb against the bend of your shoulder.
“And he just…showed up today?” There’s something new to his voice, something dark and sinister in it. You’re moved to put your cup down and press your palms to his thigh.
“He went to jail for five years,” you explain. “It was a miracle he even got that.” This part feels easier, somehow. “They tried to…say it was my fault, that I’d enticed him. But he had bruises from where I fought back. It was enough, I guess.” You sigh. “When he got out, my lawyers told me they said he’d been…rehabilitated. He registered and moved away. I…didn’t think I’d ever see him again, but today… He was right there. Marc, I could feel him, he was so close.”
You can feel his body trembling under your hands, and you wonder if telling him was the right thing to do. Marcus is in the FBI. You’ve known this for years, been aware of his career, and telling him about your assault and the fact that the man who did it is still around might not be the best move on your part. He may be your sweet, kind, loving friend — but he’s also a trained law enforcement agent.
“Did he touch you tonight?”
You’re startled back to the moment. “N-no. He just said hi, really casual. I couldn’t even reply. I panicked and ran to you.”
“I’ll fucking kill him.”
You tighten your fingers on his leg, shaking your head viciously. “No. Marcus, no. I don’t even know if he wanted anything other than to say hi…”
“He has no right!” He pushes off the couch, away from you. “He hurt you. And then he gets to come back and pretend he’s just your old teacher? Who the hell let him back into that school?”
You can feel tears pricking at your eyelashes again and you drop your hands into your own lap. “It’s been twenty-four years, Marc,” you whisper. “He’s been out longer than he was in. It doesn’t mean much to anyone anymore, so long as he’s not back to teaching. I’m an adult — they can’t legally make him stay away from me after all this time, not unless he does something again.”
“This is insane,” Marcus roars. “I’m going back. I’m going to confront him.”
“Marcus, no.” You climb to your feet, this time catching his face in your hands. “I wanted you to know but I don’t want you to do anything stupid.”
“He hurt you, Sunny,” he says, gripping your forearms lightly. “Shit, I should have taken you with me when I left that summer.”
“It’s not your fault,” you reply. “Or mine. Legally, he got his punishment. It doesn’t matter how I feel about it now — he’s done his time.”
“But you…”
“I survived, Marc,” you say, the tears falling again. “It’s been hell, but I’m here. And I found you again, so that tells me I did something right.”
“I should have stayed with you. Or taken you with me,” he repeats, and you see his eyes shimmering just the same. “I wish I’d have been here to protect you.”
“You protected me tonight, Marc.” You take a tiny step closer, your body up against his. “God, I’m sorry. I should never have told you.” Letting your hands fall slack, they end up on his shoulders as you press your forehead to his chest. “It’s not on you, at all. I just… I don’t know why, but I needed you to know. Selfishly.”
You feel Marcus’ arms slip around you, careful, like you’re made of porcelain. His lips press to the top of your head, his breath shaky as he holds you again. “Not selfish,” he murmurs. “I’m so sorry, sweetheart. I’m sorry it happened. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you after. I’m sorry you’re still so scared now.” He tightens his grip, just a little. “I never stopped loving you,” he admits, and your heart skips several beats. “And now I wish I’d have told you that before, because maybe things would have been different.”
You lift your eyes to meet his again, and his face is so stained with tears your own threaten to increase tenfold. “I’m sad you left, but I’m glad you didn’t know me right after,” you say honestly. “I wish no one did.”
“And now?”
You sigh, bringing a hand to your face to wipe your cheeks. “Not perfect, but getting better.”
Marcus’ fingers flex against your spine. “Could say the same about me, in some ways.” You giggle despite yourself, and he closes his eyes. “Sorry. Very different scenarios.”
“Don’t apologize.” You drag a line over his collarbone with your fingertips. “What a fucking pair we are, huh?”
His lips quirk a bit. “Chaos as always,” he replies. He lifts your right hand, pressing his lips to your palm. “Do you want to go back? I won’t leave your side for a moment.”
You shake your head. “No. I’m sorry to miss seeing people, and we’ll have to call Kevin and apologize, but I can’t go back there, Marc.”
“You’re right,” he says. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have suggested it.”
“I need you to stop saying sorry,” you urge. “And I need one more thing from you.”
“What’s that?”
You smile softly for the first time in hours; you know, for the first time since leaving the reunion, that it isn’t the trauma speaking. “Kiss me.”
Shock crosses Marcus’ features, but they’re gone almost instantly and instead, he leans in and captures your mouth with his own, his fingers tilting your chin up to give him better access. In the moment, nothing matters anymore — the past, the trauma, the fear and the pain is all gone as the present takes control and your body reacts to Marcus, back in your arms where he belongs and holding you like you’ll disappear if he lets go.
You wake to the sunlight on your face and the feel of Marcus’ arm around your waist, his breath against your forehead. You’d spent the rest of the night making up for lost time, the conversation between kisses moving from careers to families to life in general. You’d fallen asleep first, barely waking up when Marcus helped you from the couch to his bed, only just aware enough to curl into him as he climbed in behind you.
Peeling yourself out of his grip, you slip out of his bed and down the hallway to the bathroom. In the mirror’s reflection, you see your eyes are still somewhat puffy from crying; your lips are slightly chapped from Marcus’ facial hair. Your makeup is smudged and you groan, grabbing the bar soap on the sink to wash your face best as you can, grateful when you spot a bottle of lotion that will at least somewhat make up for the harsh scrub.
Your sweater smells a bit stale, and you slip it off, grateful for the black tank you’d worn underneath it. You peek into Marcus’ medicine cabinet and find his deodorant, using just enough to make yourself feel just a little better and revelling in the spicy scent you know from him now on your own skin.
When you get back to the bedroom, Marcus is stretching, his eyes bleary as he looks down the bed towards you. “I thought you’d left,” he says, his voice thick with sleep.
You climb in beside him again, sliding your arms around him and pressing a kiss to his patchy beard. “I wouldn’t do that,” you reply. “Not without telling you.”
He strokes a line along your cheek. “Do you wanna get breakfast at Johnny’s before I take you back to your Airbnb?”
“Mm, that’d be nice,” you reply. I don’t want to go back, though. I want to stay here.
As if he can read your mind, he smiles. “You can bring stuff here if you wanna stay a few more days. I’ll pay off your room fees.” He kisses your nose. “Actually, I’d really like it if you would stay.”
“I think I’d like that too.” You hold his gaze. “Marc?”
“Mm?”
“I’m glad I came home.”
He grins, this time kissing you deeply. “Me, too, Sunny. Me, too.”
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official excerpt of rage's top secret wip quick bright things - coming to a tumblr dash near you soon <3
i am super nervous to post this for some reason (?!?!) however. please enjoy this blurb of a story i really like that i've been building for a bit. i'm currently sitting around 5.5K and i'm not even halfway there, but we persevere! lil moodboard i posted as well linked here. :) enjoy i missed u guys, i hope u love this small glimpse<3
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What you can be sure of is that something down the line—between meeting Sasha in that class on Milton and squeezing her hand as the plane landed and the dozens of bottles of champagne you’ve consumed over the last weeks—something led you to this moment, standing in this kitchen somewhere outside Verona with your bare feet against the hot clay tiles, staring at the sharp angle of an unfamiliar, tanned collarbone.
He’s coated in linen: a half-unbuttoned, burnt-orange drape of a shirt is rolled carefully up around strong forearms, and one large, boyish foot peeks out from his baggy jeans, propped up on its throne upon the opposite knee. A golden cross winks at you from his chest, nestled in the sparsest dusting of chest hair and dripping with the same peach juice that’s sliding down his Adam’s apple, from his strong chin, from the crooked smirk that’s pointed at you like a knife.
You recognize him before he speaks– this must be Eren. Sasha’s mentioned him enough times: the shock of rich, dark hair, the lakewater eyes, the way he leans back in his chair like a king and cocks his head like a trickster. This is Eren, and you tell him so.
“Guilty.” The sun compliments everything about him but his smile, a little too sharp with too much danger behind it. It’s a smile made for moonlight. “And you are?”
A memory surfaces in your mind, a cautionary childhood tale. “You can never let a fairy know your name,” Emma tells you, graver than death, crouched in the bushes beside you, “or they steal you away, and you can never be human again.”
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yes we are going back to italy!!! for good this time!!!!! i'm dying to talk about this so please drop any questions/thoughts you have in my inbox, this one is going to be chock full of references and lore and just lots of cool symbolism and whatnot. i cannot wait to just finish and drop just so we can all talk about it lol.
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@/pedroslakersshirt is actively — and repeatedly — stealing and posting fics from @beskarandblasters. As in they did so moments ago (though they copy/replaced Joel with Dieter).
Fanfic authors and fans alike — please block that blog (and @/kiwiispunk, which may or may not be the same person) and protect your works.
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WIPs Update!
I've had some (very nice) messages and questions asking about the progress of my series, particularly Visiting and Tempered in the Fire, so I thought it would be easier to offer an update on progress in general. (Also: thank you to everyone who's been asking about the stories, I'm so pleased people care this much!)
~~~ Updates below the cut ~~~
For Visiting: there are about three more chapters left in the series, and I'm currently writing chapter 13 which - perhaps unsurprisingly if you believe in numerology - is proving a little more challenging. I have a plan, I have bits on the go, and I'm trying not to second guess myself too much and just let Lyd and Ben do their thing. Which is to say: there is more of this story coming, I promise, and I'm so grateful to the people who are still reading (and the people just discovering the story) for their patience.
For Tempered in the Fire: almost finished chapter 4, with about two further chapters remaining. No spoilers, but I made myself stupidly emotional after writing a scene for chapter 4 the other night. Not sure if this is a good or bad thing.
And I'm going to come back to Thief, too, because he's just too much fun...
If you want to keep up with my writing the best thing to do is to follow my writing blog, @ladameecrit and turn on notifications. Tagging has been hit and miss lately, hence the writing blog. (If you've asked to be added to taglists, this is why I've not been in touch! Follow the writing blog!)
Meanwhile, I'm trying out Scrivener (which I use for my professional writing work) as a way to write fic...
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getting high with Hetalia characters
(cause I'm kind of high and bored :P) (I just did the allies + Canada to make my life easier)
⚠ DISCLAIMER ⚠
these are just my opinions/ headcanons, if you don't like... uh, don't read pls 💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕💕
TW/CW: drugs, lots of drugs mentioned, uh I curse? mostly weed mentions, mentioned alcohol, I use gay as an insult (GUYS IT WAS A JOKE I PROMISE PLEASE)
America
I feel like most of the time he would mellow out. Like most strains would make him more chill, like purple kush.
I think he would prefer edibles, it's easier, you’re higher for longer, and I headcanon that he’s on the heavier side so the edibles are more effective.
(also he’s weak and can’t smoke for shit)
Regardless, I don’t think he smokes or takes edibles too often. I think his preferred substance is probably liquor, if anything.
England
Okay, here me out. I think he experiments with hallucinogens.
He has his little witch friends, they light a bong and do fucking magic
(my normal friday night tbh…)
But that is the craziest thing he does, plus he’s old and has a strict 9 pm bedtime.
(plus he needs his booktok kindle to read bad colleen hoover books)
I bet he has a clicker and everything so he can lay down and read his kindle
Anyway, I think he’s had his fair share of za, but gets busy so he doesn’t do it all that often.
France
Okay the haters are gonna sabotage me, but I think he smokes the least out of this group,
Does not like the way weed makes him feel, he gets sensory overload easily while high, his adrenaline spikes and makes his heart race (in a bad way).
Prefers alcohol, specifically wine, doesn’t usually get drunk or sloshed but is more comfortable being drunk than high.
Russia
More inexperienced with weed tbh.
Like he has smoked cigarettes, drinks often enough, and done an occasional hard substance, he just doesn’t see much appeal in weed.
I think he is extreme, like he either is dead sober, or sloshed from vodka. No in between
When he is high, he gets more introspective, and depressing lol.
(he thinks more about his childhood, how he felt during all that)
Canada
I wouldn’t say he’s the no.1 stoner, but he’s in the running for that.
He would totally come to a world meeting high asf
(I mean, who's gonna notice?)
No preference as far as smoking vs. edibles, but i bet he’s done some crazy crack pipe diys to smoke weed
(such as, but not limited to: making a bong out of a water bottle, hot wiring an iphone charger, and smoking out of a banana)
When he’s sober he's chill, but when he's high, legit the chillest of chill. Like owns the word chill.
More sociable and charismatic, also makes bomb ass foods.
China
Saved the best for last 😘
Guys… we did it, we found the number 1 stoner 🤯🤯🤯🤯
Kidding kidding, but he is very familiar with medicinal marijuana.
(my man has a bad back… leave him alone…)
While he has a lot of experience, rarely does he get extremely high, again mostly smokes for medicinal purposes.
But he still has a high tolerance in general, so if he does decide to get super high, he needs strong ass edibles or a full cart.
(me asf tbh)
In the event he gets high as hell, he mostly ponders… thinks about philosophy or something gay like that./j
Idk he’s not that crazy, just sits by himself and thinks about stupid shit, like the appeal of bamboo to pandas.
Side note: don’t use gay as an insult that's bad…
OK BYE GOODNIGHT
#hetalia#hetalia headcanons#aph china#aph america#aph england#aph france#aph russia#aph canada#cannabis#smoking#writing!#tumblr fucked up my formatting so i have to kill#i have an ear infection lol
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when you’re trying to focus on work but the most insultingly perfect song for the fic you just started writing that won’t stop plaguing your brain comes on shuffle and you have to take a moment (or 10) to just
#this was a direct attack#the dark side of having exquisite taste in music#whilst writing thematic pornography#about angsty gay pilots#really having a moment#literally cannot even fathom what my face looks like right now#these lyrics are speaking directly to my brain heart soul and loins#incredibly biphobic that this isn’t a widely accepted reason to leave work for the day#i know what i’m listening to on repeat when i finally have time to feverishly bang this thing out#writing!#it’s all about the process#and by process i mean having a multidimensional out of body experience caused by the simultaneous consumption and creation of ART#gpoy
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Chapter 2 of ektytgfm.dt? is up!
I'm so happy that people are reading and liking this little world I created. I loved writing this chapter and can’t wait for you to see whats next 🩶
As promised, a playlist of the drunken songs Jane wrote. Avaliable on Apple Music and Spotify. Playlist art by me!
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sᴜʙ ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ
ɪ ᴡᴏᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴋᴜʀᴏᴏ sᴏ ʜᴇʀᴇ ᴡᴇ ᴀʀᴇ. ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴍᴏʀɴɪɴɢ
I feel like kuroo is really sensitive and likes it when you leave featherlight touches on him. Whether it be on his neck, his chest, or his thighs, I just know he lets out such pretty sounds. The breathy little moans and maybe a whimper or two when he feels your fingertips lightly grazing his skin. His most sensitive part is his chest so when you start trailing your hands all over him and tease his pretty little nipples he’ll start to whimper and whine at the feeling.
Starting to kiss him, moving lower to his jawline, down his neck l leaving nice bite marks everywhere; down to his chest never actually getting to his nipples because you like how desperate he gets wanting to feel something. Teasing and kissing on him till you get to the band of his boxers, looking up at him as you slowly remove them with just your teeth; loving the sound his pretty cock makes when it slaps against his tummy.
Licking up a stripe along his shaft, twirling your tongue around the tip then pulling back and lightly blowing on it just so you can hear him hiss out. Damn just kissing and licking his pretty cock from base to tip, tracing the veins with your tongue while he lets out the prettiest whines begging you to please put him in your mouth. “I’ve been a good boy, haven’t I? Please! just wanna feel your mouth, wanna cum! Please!” Bucking his hips to feel some kind of friction against him. Grinning up at him you finally indulge him and start to slowly jack him off while going down and taking his balls into your mouth. Licking and sucking at them, loving the heaviness of them on your tongue. Moans escaping him as your other hand reaches up to play with one of his nipples, you moaning around him so he feels the vibrations.
His hands fly towards the back of Your head as he lets out loud, and deep guttural moans, trying to take control since you’ve been teasing him from the very beginning. “I’m sorry, ‘m so so sorry but I- I can’t take anymore. ‘m sorry” he whines as he pulls you back and roughly shoves his entire length inside your mouth, making you choke at the sudden intrusion. your jaw going slack as he uses your mouth to finally get himself off.
Hips thrusting wildly, balls slapping against your chin as he’s finally getting what he wants. He can feel himself gettin closer, thrusting in a few more times before finally releasing his seed inside your mouth, whimpering slightly at the overwhelming sensation. After pulling away and trying to catch your breath you look up at him and see he has a dazed & fucked out look on his face until you see the realization set in on his features. Scrambling to help you up, you see tears welling up in his eyes as he’s apologizing profusely for doing something like that without permission.
It comes as a shock to him when you suddenly pull him into a kiss and start whispering sweet words to him. Reassuring him and telling him that you enjoyed it just as much as he did, and he deserves we it after all the teasing you put him through. Allowing him to calm down, you lead him to the bed where he buries his face in the crook of your neck, one hand running through his messy hair, the other running up and down his spine. He’s a good boy after all? Why not let him take the lead every once in a while; even if it’s just him using your mouth.
ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢs ᴀᴘᴘʀᴇᴄɪᴀᴛᴇᴅ!!
#let’s also pretend I wasn’t mia for a while#writing!#haikyuu smut#haikyu smut#hq smut#kuroo smut#kuroo tetsuro smut#kuroo x reader#kuroo x y/n#kuroo x you#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu x y/n#haikyuu x you#kuroo tetsuro#hq kuroo#haikyuu kuroo
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Cobert + ‘Truth’ please, darling!
Maybe I should change this to 200 word drabbles! Would anyone vilify me? No, I think not. Anyway, have a 188 word piece just for you my dear!
With pen poised in hand, Cora’s finger twitched. The spasm released a drop of ink from the nib, and she watched as the oily substance met the fragile ivory of the parchment; watched as the resulting spider-web fine lines bled into the microscopic nooks of paper and spread. In those brief moments, her eyes blurring as the web grew, it became clear. Below the surface, deep down in the darkness of her dreams, she had known the proposal was one made not out of love or affinity, but desperation. She’d accepted anyway.
And when his letter had arrived and been placed on her silver tray one vividly bright day in November, when the air smelled of cinnamon and fallen leaves and his words had been hastily scribbled across a half page and he had asked, really the etch of the pen pleading, that she move their springtime wedding to the middle age of winter, she hadn’t hesitated. But she knew. She knew the request wasn’t out of a longing for the day their lifelong companionship could start, but fear she would change her mind and take her money.
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d'you know what would be nice?
Maybe, instead of harassing writers who call for greater inclusivity in Reader fic with regard to race/body type and nitpicking with them about their fics being ableist, maybe people could do something like:
✨encourage more explicitly disabled/neurodivergent Reader fic ✨
That, speaking as someone who is technically disabled physically, neurodivergent, and has various forms of mental health issues, would be a much better development in terms of inclusion and widening the kinds of Reader fic out there.
(Also, just in case anyone wasn't listening: it's genuinely easy to avoid writing Reader fic that's white/skinny/small-girl coded.)
#fic writing#fanfiction#inclusivity#discourse#writing thoughts#writing!#appropriate labelling is good#but honestly more inclusive writing for different perspectives would be fucking fantastic
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wip titles tag game/ask game
tagged by @aurieeeeeenyx, thanks for the tag!
Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and I’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
Welcome to Charim/D&D Outwrite
Soulmate AU
Fae!Kingdom
Living (With a Bit of Heartache)
Adaine and Ayda’s
Camp AU
there’s not that many but i’ve put too much thought into all of them
hmmmmmm tags: @novaliae, @melodic--minor, @adudelol-reblogs, @echoes-abound, @officiallysoup, @the-soup-anon
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Hetalia characters, high (pt.2)
same concept as the last one, featuring north and south Italy, Germany, Japan, Prussia, and Spain! (axis powers + friends)
TW/CW: drugs, mostly weed, i curse like a sailor, i make a couple hippie jokes, I have chronic tiktok humor, I abuse emojis
AN: someone reblogged part 1 so I had to rush and make part 2. Also i apologize if this is bad (y'know what they say about sequels)
N. Italy
Cannot handle weed for the life of him, zero tolerance.
Not a bad thing of course, just a general observation.
Also cannot smoke, at all…
So in the event he decides to get high, he just takes an edible.
Boy oh boy does he go through some shit.
It makes him… deep? Very introspective, and hungry.
MAJOR munchies, fiending for pasta
He opens his eyes, sees the world and shit, probably hallucinates his grandpa
Overall: bad trip, a lot of munchies, and he saw grandpa again!
S. Italy
Bad tolerance, just like his brother. On the bright side, he can smoke!
I think this is how he actually relaxes. Like I don’t think he’s ripping a fat hit from a bong on the daily or mass amounts of edibles.
I think he rolls a little joint and smokes it outside in the sun, probably in the countryside with his old lady garden.
(probably grew the shit himself, cause i bet he gardens all the time)
Overall: smokes to wind down, and garden, because he is a hippie grandma
Spain
Kinda like S. Italy, like he would smoke to relax and be one with nature, (or whatever you get my point, they’re hippies)
BUT! He is down to do some stupid shit, with his threeway bromance!!!
I can see it, Prussia brings in strong ass edibles, and dares Spain to eat one.
Spain, (never one to refuse a dare) takes it a step forward, and eats two
Yeah that did not end well. It’s fine they’re immortal who cares about consequences 🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄🙄
Anyway, I can see him in the kitchen cooking up a storm while high, (if he isn’t super high lol)
Overall: also a hippie grandma, can be dared to do stupid shit
Germany
He’s on my nightmare blunt rotation list, no.1 D.A.R.E. enthusiast.
Well with the right amount of peer pressure from N. Italy he would try it
It gives him so much energy, he tries to take everyone out for a run, and fucking speeds past everyone.
Never again
Prussia
I think if I tried to smoke with him while Germany was young (y’know, in ye olden days) he would crucify me 💀
Nowadays, he is much more chill, and took himself off of the nightmare blunt rotation list!
He always brings snacks, also kind of an enabler?
Like if I talked about “this edible ain’t shit” he would just tell me to take another one.
(bad advice kids, never take another till the first one hits)
If he’s super high he is really funny, laughs at everything and makes funny jokes
Overall: Redeemed himself, good snacks, an enabler…
Japan
Uh he doesn’t smoke a lot because its fucking illegal at his place 💀
I looked it up, any amount is at least five years in the yard…
Kind of a shame because it naturally grows there… unfair
They use meth more often than weed lol
In the scenario he does get super high, I think he hops on fortnite with the boyz.
He is THE alpha with the cold heart, just on the grind set
Probably watches some trippy anime, like Saiki k
Overall: gamer, also a criminal technically, but whateva
not my tiktok!
ok gn guys
if this gets likes i will write more hetalia/weed content ‼️‼️‼️‼️
#hetalia#aph italy#aph romano#aph spain#aph japan#aph germany#aph prussia#writing!#i just added tags lol#hetalia headcanons#high#tw weed
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