As we see a migration from twitter (hello yes I'm back, sorta), I figure I should introduce myself again and pin my stuff! Especially because some of my interests have changed, I run a business now, and more!
Hi, I'm Ivy (previously Twix, and also Britt)! I'm a librarian, graduate student, writer, and crafter. I do a lot of embroidery and love ttrpgs (even though I'm bad at math). I write a lot and was really active in the Supernatural fandom for a looooong time (but not so much anymore).
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Fandoms:
Haikyuu
My Hero Academia
Fire Emblem 3 Houses/Hopes
Demon Slayer
Hunter x Hunter
Pokemon
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Legend of Zelda
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Delicious in Dungeon/Dungeon Meshi
Baldur's Gate 3
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Anime/manga
Coffee shop AUs
Soulmate AUs (especially red string of fate and matching tattoos)
Video games, especially Farming/slice of life SIMS
As a professional hand engraver, when it comes to old crafts like these, its way more accessible to get started with the basics than you'd expect. Back in the day good steel was expensive so trying something like hand engraving was expensive and difficult to justify. But now you can can just buy a good quality handpush graver online for less than a fancy coffee. Just think, for under a hundred quid you could get all the kit you need to get started with fucking up coins and stabbing yourself repeatedly!!!
Don't threaten to do it, go research it, and actually give it a go!!! Most of the books for old crafts are out of copyright. Even if you don't get a job at whatever you try, or hell, even of you don't become in any way good at it, just learning and trying something new is good for you, and it gives you a greater understanding and appreciation for things.
Fuck AI? Good. I agree. Now fucking do something about it. Return to doing human hand crafted things as an act of rebellion! Start knitting, start wood carving, start engraving, whatever the fuck. But most importantly, remember you don't need to be making money doing it to make it worth doing.
Dreamed that I was let go from work, and woke up both sad and relieved that it wasn't real.
Relieved because I don't have a backup job lined up yet.
Sad because I desperately want to be done with this job.
Also sad because I don't get to test out my new plan, which is part time somewhere and then using the rest of my time to focus on freelancing and my small business.
I can't do that plan of my own free will though because finances won't allow for it; I don't get paid well, but I get paid enough to bridge the gap in the bills, so we can't really afford for me to not have a job by choice.
cw. princess! reader, prince! aerion, separate kingdoms, no targcest or familial relations involved, cheating (reader cheats on her betrothed), unprotected sex, rough sex, power play, semi-public sex, creampie.
synopsis. aerion admires you. respects you as a leader, an influence on your people, and as a woman. he never thought he'd meet his match, and he wishes to explore you further.
the long council table was meant to impress.
carved black oak, polished so beautifully that candlelight shimmered across its surface. banners hang from the high stone walls, each one bearing the sigils of the great houses gathered there. politics.
aerion hated politics.
although, that wasn't entirely true. aerion simply loathed most people involved in them. the stammering lords, nobles who bowed too low and replied in haste to gain his approval even if nothing but nonsense left their mouths, courtiers who pretended their trembling was respect instead of fear.
but you were different. aerion did not loathe you at all.
across the table, you sat straight-backed in your chair, a crown of silver filigree resting lightly against your hair. it was your turn to speak, your voice coming out calm and measured as you address the matter of trade tariffs between your kingdom and the crown of house targaryen.
aerion leans back slightly, one arm slung across the carved armrest of his chair, with his boots stretched forward beneath the table. he looks bored, but that is only because he is a master at keeping a neutral expression at all times. in truth, he is staring right at you, imagining doing the most vile of acts to you right here in this room.
he finds you absolutely captivating. you speak like someone who had been born for this; sharp, composed, impossible to interrupt. a lord halfway down the table attempts to interject and you cut him off with nothing more than a polite turn of your head and a single raised brow.
you're so beautiful and charming that it is impossible to tell that you are more similar to aerion than anyone else in this room, ruthless, blood thirsty, and hungry for power. it excites him, how you meet his gaze like an equal.
a prince and a princess. both still beneath the crown but above nearly everyone else at the table. which means that most of these negotiations eventually came down to the two of you speaking while the others hovered around the edges like nervous attendants.
you continue your speech, now discussing shipping routes around the table and gesturing to the map spread out in front of you. he hears none of it, eyes trailing down your figure and stopping at your fingers brushing the parchment as you traced the coastline.
he imagines grabbing your soft hand and pulling you across the table, right onto his lap. or, perhaps bending you over in front of everyone and finally having a taste of you.
Gods.
aerion shifts slightly in his chair.
as you continue speaking, unaware (or perhaps pretending to be) of his eyes burning into you, aerion wonders if you had any idea what you did to him. how badly he wanted to ruin that calm composure of yours.
he imagines leaning close enough that the nobles around the table could no longer hear the filth he wished to whisper in your ear. imagines the slight hitch in your breath when his hand slid-
âaerion.â
your voice cuts cleanly through his thoughts, and he lifts his head and blinks up at you languidly. the room has gone quiet, every lord at the table now staring at him.
ââŚyour thoughts?â you prompt with a little tip of your head, watching him fold his hands together and lean forward slightly. inside, he was still picturing you with your back against the council table while those same lords politely try to pretend they noticed nothing.
âyour proposal,â he says smoothly, âis⌠quite impressive.â a few nobles exchanged surprised glances at his words, for aerion never gave compliments. but his gaze doesn't wave from you. you don't look surprised. if anything, your mouth curved faintly, as though you had expected exactly that answer. and that small smile did something very dangerous to him.
but aerion could not have you. because you were betrothed.
the thought hit him every single time he imagined putting his hands on you. you were to see some foreign prince who your family had formed a carefully arranged alliance with. this man had never sat across a table from you and watched you dismantle an argument piece by piece. he doesnât know of your sharp tongue or wit like aerion does. he doubts the sod could even handle you.
aerionâs jaw clenches and he curls his fingers slightly against the wood of the table. the idea of another man touching youâŚ
he exhales a slow breath through his nose. across from him, you continue speaking with the other nobles, as youâd accepted aerionâs praise and moved forward right after. he scoffs at your nonchalance. the things he would do to you would make half the court faint.
meanwhile, you've just finished speaking and lean back slightly in your chair, allowing the discussion to continue around the table. you look over at aerion, who makes no move to avert his gaze from you. he simply watches you through lowered lashes, thinking about how easily he could close the distance between you.
and how badly he wanted to see what the princess looked like when she finally lost control.
eventually, you close the council meeting, bringing attention to the late hour and suggesting to reconvene tomorrow. the council chamber slowly empties in a shuffle of robes, clinking goblets, and murmured arguments that would no doubt continue long after the doors closed.
you're already halfway down the corridor when you heard aerion's unmistakable steps behind you, heavy and confident. you speak without turning around.
"i was wondering," you say lightly, still walking, but slowing your pace for him slightly. "how long it would take the prince to abandon the rest of his court."
a low voice answers behind you. "i did not abandon them, princess. i am simply more interested in you."
you finally glance over your shoulder as aerion falls into step beside you. his pale hair gleams in the torchlight of the corridor, silver - almost white against the dark stone walls. his expression is the same arrogant calm he had worn at the table, but his eyes, those sharp violet eyes, are still fixed on you in a way that felt almost leering. but the crown prince would never leer, especially not at another royal. "i escaped," he jokes, looking down at you.
you snort softly and continue walking.
"that poor merchant lord from the western ports will be heartbroken," you tut. "he seemed convinced you cared deeply about his grain tariffs."
aerion scoffs, "if i had to hear one more word about grain tariffs, i would have set the entire port on fire and spared myself the discussion."
you laugh at his audacity, feeling quite amused by the fact he seems to trust you enough to share his true feelings with you. part of you wonders why he is so comfortable with you, enough to tell jokes and walk so close to you that your arms keep brushing, but you figure it is best to not make any assumptions. aerion is just confusing.
meanwhile, he's trying to contain himself because your laugh had ignited something disgustingly warm and pleasant inside him. his stomach seemed to flip upside down when you did it. he watches you as you both walk down the long castle hallway. servants bow as you pass, but neither of you slow for them.
you wave one away absentmindedly when they try to ask something about dinner arrangements. aerion notices. there it was again, your unwillingness to pretend to give a damn about something if it does not interest you. you are so blatantly honest that aerion cannot help but trust you. you do not lie or sugarcoat.
"you are terrible to your staff," he says casually.
you glance sideways at him. "i am not. they just do not recognize when i am not in the mood to talk with them. some of them have been with me years and still do not know my daily routines. it is their fault i get short with them. and they are still paid handsomely. i do not feel sorry at all."
there, more honesty. aerion grins. that is exactly the kind of answer he would have given. "no?" he's thoroughly amused, and continues speaking, wanting to hear more of your thoughts. "you dismissed lord harren rather brutally today. i thought he might cry."
"he was wrong," you reply simply.
"and that justified humiliating him in front of the council?"
you look at him incredulously, figuring the answer would be obvious. "yes."
with a grin, aerion pictures the moment from the meeting - how you'd calmly dismantled the man's argument piece by piece while he sputtered and tried to recover. you hadn't even raised your voice, just watched him crumble. aerion had admired it immensely.
you round a corner, leading him deeper into the quiet wing of the castle where guest chambers were kept for visiting nobility. "your proposal about the eastern shipping lanes," aerion says suddenly. "you were holding something back."
"you believe so, prince aerion?" you ask, lips curving slightly. "that i was leaving points out of the discussion?"
aerion felt a thrill rush through his body. he loves this part, the unspoken game between the two of you where you circle each other without ever quite touching. you provoke each other to see who will yield first to temptation.
you stop walking for a moment beside a tall window where moonlight spilled across the stone floor. âthe tariffs were bait,â you admit, making no move to back away or avoid being cornered when aerion walks a little closer, enclosing you in the little private alcove under the high window.
âi assumed.â
âthe real issue is naval positioning,â you continue. âif your father agrees to the arrangement, your fleets will control the southern trade routes within a year.â
aerionâs eyes flicker with interest. âand youâre giving us that advantage why?â
âbecause your fleets already control them in practice. i'm simply giving you the direction to dominate.â
the two of you stared at each other for a moment. it wasnât the first time Aerion had felt it, that strange sense that when he spoke to you, he wasnât speaking to a rival court. he was speaking to someone who thought the same way he did. calculating. completely unimpressed by the opinions of lesser men and women.
âyou are wasted here,â aerion shakes his head. "you should be ruling a kingdom. plundering others." your betrothal surfaced in his mind again briefly, turning his expression sour. that distant crown waiting for you where you will have to sit back and shut up the rest of your life, letting that man do all the talking and plundering for you, when aerion, if he had your hand, would have you rule hand in hand as equals.
"shall we move along to your chambers, prince aerion?"
he shakes his head and backs you in further so you're forced to sit back on the ledge, and he keeps you in with strong arms, putting his face close to yours. you are strong and have resisted many men's attempts at seducing you, but aerion is... different. extremely so. his gaze fixed on yours, his clean, woodsy scent making you woozy. "i do not want to go to bed, princess." he murmurs.
the torchlight from the corridor flickers across the sharp angles of his face. his expression had shifted. though still arrogant and amused, there's a certain predatory look on his face that you hadn't noticed before. "i think you're dismissing me rather quickly."
your eyes flit around his face quickly, your breath held in your lungs as you feel the gap between the two of you get smaller and smaller. he's making you nervous. so nervous that your body is quivering and restless, and your face, neck and ears are burning heat. "i... i showed you the route to your chamber. that was the purpose of the walk."
"was it?" his tone is light and curious as though he already knew the answer. he just wants to see if you will be honest and agree with him or lie and say you're still thinking about that pathetic man you're set to marry. he knows you are not naive, though. you must be aware of the tension humming in the air between you. perhaps you are just too... thoughtful of that man's feelings to indulge in it though.
âone might think,â he speaks slowly, âthat after such a riveting council meeting, two like-minded rulers might wish to⌠continue their discussion.â
âcontinue our discussion,â you repeat.
âof course.â he says smoothly, leaning a little closer and forcing your body back into the nook, your tits pushed against his chest and your crown now askew in your hair. his breathing has gotten heavier and more erratic, but he still hasn't put his hands on you, not really. but he can tell you're as caught up in this as he is.
âisn't this rather unbecoming of a prince and princess, aerion?â you ask, gaze dropping to his wet pink lips. he licks them unconsciously and leans down further, nearly brushing his mouth against yours. but he's waiting for an explicit sign that you want this as much as he does. that you do not care for your husband to be. that you want aerion to defile you in the halls of your castle where anyone could walk by at any moment.
you pant into his mouth, your lips brushing against his without pressure involved. just getting a taste of what could be.
âmy betrothed,â you add breathily, âwould not be pleased to hear i've been in such close proximity to you.â
"your betrothed is not here." he says immediately, hand snaking behind your head and grabbing at your hair almost brutishly, tipping your head up so your mouths are angled perfectly against each other, but you're still not actually kissing.
you gasp and fist your hands in the back of his robes to steady yourself, eyes fluttering shut. aerion's scent fills up every inch of space in your senses again, and you try to deepen the almost-kiss, just for him to back away slightly and tut at you mockingly. "oh princess." he croons. "weren't you taught to say please?"
for a moment, you can't seem to steady yourself as he runs his hands along your body, mouth moving lethargically against yours. the confidence you wield so easily in court feels⌠distant here. irrelevant. "i-" you start, your voice catching in your throat embarrassingly. aerion exhales, letting out an airy groan past your lips. "go on..." he prompts. he has all the time in the world to pull this from you. "tell me what you want."
you let out a shaky inhale as your resolve, so unshakable before, slips away. your voice is hardly audible when you admit it; ââŚyou.â
aerion stills momentarily, only long enough for the answer to settle, before he grins slowly. âthere it is,â he murmurs.
his hand tightens slightly at the back of your head to hold you there as he finally closes the distance, sealing his mouth fully against yours and pushing you back with his weight as he dominates the kiss. he swallows your sounds with his tongue, using the first opportunity he can to slip it into your mouth and lave it over yours.
you paw at him in return, fingers fisting in the fabric of his robes, pulling him closer until there's no space left between the two of you at all. he groans at your insistence and lowers his hands to your front, undoing the laces lining the top of your gown rapidly.
without removing his mouth from yours, he pushes his hands against your newly bare skin, hands finding the soft mounds of your breasts and moaning at how round and pert they feel in his cool palms. how quickly your nipples bud and swell under his touch, sensitive to the pads of his thumbs and his pinching fingers. you buck into his touch, not unhappy with his emboldened behavior.
it's overwhelming in the best way. his tongue swirling around yours, his lips pushed and molded perfectly against the seam of your mouth, and his big, cool hands on your warm chest has your thoughts slipping, your composure unraveling piece by piece as the tension thatâs been building finally has somewhere to go.
aerion seems so impatient in the way he handles you. letting his lips slip off yours with saliva strings webbing between both your swollen mouths, he slowly moves his kisses down to your jaw. his teeth bite into your skin, cutting into the soft flesh before he allows you the soothing press of his tongue. hes merciful enough to soothe the marks hes been leaving on you.
your hands fist in his clothes as he mouths and fondles your body. at the moment, you feel no shame about being soiled before marriage. you're not even promised to aerion. and yet the betrayal your betrothed would feel if he found you and the crown prince touching and mouthing at each other like rabid animals does not make you hesitate.
aerion pushes his body between your legs, letting you feel the hard length of his cock through his clothes. one hand descends to lift your hips so he can press his cock against you right through your wet underwear. you gasp and moan at all the sensations at once. his cock, tongue, and hands on you. "more," you say pleadingly, pushing him up against you and reaching down to palm at his long, thick cock. it's bigger than you anticipated. heavy in your palm as he pushes his hips instinctively into your hand.
"you learn quick, princess." he praises, groaning at your fist wrapping around his clothed cock. âyou want it? show me how much.â
obediently, you lean back and hike your dress up, pulling your underwear to the side to reveal your glistening pussy to his hungry gaze. you even go so far as to spread yourself with two fingers, letting him see the pearlescent strings of arousal clinging to your pussy lips.
his pupils dilate the moment he sees how wet and ready for him you are, slick oozing out of you in thick rivulets. the control he'd initially had in the council room snaps completely, and he removes his breeches and bottoms and fists his hard, pale cock, lining it up with your hole.
you gasp as he rubs his red, swollen tip along your folds, the friction coaxing pitiful whines past your lips as your juices and his thick pre-cum smear together, making a mess of you.
the head of his cock parts your folds agonizingly slow as he starts to slip inside you, his hand letting go of the base of his cock to let your pussy do the work in gripping him and sucking him in deeper. "so tight," he grunts, leaning forward to push more of himself inside you. "i'd expect nothing less from you, princess. look at how well you take me."
his cock stretches you out further and further, the sensation of being full taking over the closer he gets to bottoming out. you can't take your eyes off his as his cock sinks in, and finally, with one slick pop, his balls hit the curve of your ass while he rests snugly inside you.
taking a minute to let your soft walls adjust to his size, he rests inside you, focused on the way his balls twitch against your ass and how his cock has fully disappeared into your hole, milking him with a vise grip. he groans, hands sliding down your soft, supple body worshippingly.
then, unable to withold his need to fuck you proper, he draws back and slams back into you, his cock dragging forwards into your puffy walls and mixing in all your slick. your lips draw together in a pout as you whimper out his name, peering down at where his cock is stuffing your pussy and thrusting in and out. you look down and spread your pussy lips, your eyes drawn to the motion of your walls clinging to his cock and sucking him back in with every rut of his thick cock.
you're dizzy with pleasure, and all aerion does is chuckle at the fucked out expression on your sweaty, flushed face. "hungry little pussy," he comments mockingly, smirking at the squelching noises your hole makes. "can barely hear your noises over hers."
though he really would like to play calm and collected with you, it's difficult for him to maintain subtlety with how soft and warm you are around his pulsing shaft. you suck him back in and milk his cock when he tries to draw back, and it makes it so hard for him to keep pounding your cunt silly when all you want to do is keep him stuffing you full.
that, the way you spread your hole for him to fuck proper, and the borderline vulgar expression on your face, how you keep looking up to gauge how he feels as if seeking his approval, it all has him going stupid inside of you. he grabs you by the hips and drags you up on his cock so you're no longer seated, but pressed flat up against the wall with your legs on his shoulders so he can fuck you deeper.
he bounces you on his cock like a toy, groping the fat of your thighs and ass while hissing at how you tighten down around him and dig your nails into his shoulders. with the new position, it doesn't take long for aerion to reach that one weak spot you've never known about until now. the swollen head of his cock prods against it again and again while his balls squish against your ass.
"aerion!" you cry out, your moans increasing in pitch and volume until he rapidly shushes you.
"fuck, keep the noise down." he curses, holding you against him and deepening his thrusts into you. you feel him reach impossibly deeper with every drive of your hips, and it's hard for you to listen and obey when he keeps fucking your cunt like this. you can feel your orgasm fast approaching with the incessant stimulation to your weak spot and the fabric of his robes rubbing against your puffy clit. "else we'll get caught and everyone'll know what the sweet princess gets up to at night."
your mouth opens in a dramatic, gasped moan at his threat, and he quickly silences you with yet another deep kiss.
he wonders if you kiss your bethrothed like this.
the thought makes him plunge his tongue into your mouth greedily, staking his claim on you while all you can do is run your tongue against his while his cock busies itself with filling your softening walls that hold onto him tight. he feels his load churning in his balls and his stomach twisting up with each lewd run of your tongue on his and his cock pumping your pussy, and he shudders, squeezing you tighter against him when your hands fist in his hair, silently coaxing him to cum.
hungrily, aerion licks your lips upon envisioning himself pumping you full of his cum and sending you back to your chambers full of him, watching his hot load trickle down your little legs as you walk into your bedroom. the last encouragement he needs before he cums is your soft voice against his lips, crooning; "i need it, aerion, f-fill me please."
he groans and hugs you tighter, continuing his deep, resounding thrusts while starting to spill into you, breeding your pussy without another thought. he swirls his hips against yours and grinds into you to fuck his cum as deep as it can go, moaning and splurting out more sticky cream when you arch your back and moan, walls fluttering around him as you also hit your peak and make a mess of his cock. nothing's in your head but him and the pleasure he's giving you. not tarrifs, or your husband to be.
your back meets zuko's chest as his strong hands bracket your hips, aiding you in bouncing yourself up and down on his swollen cock.
though not your favorite position because you can't see zuko as he fucks you, he is cross with you today. he'd warned you about the members of his court, one pesky noble in particular that liked to cause trouble and flirt with everyone, and still, you'd let him talk to you, put his arm around you, whisper in your ear and make you laugh. zuko is having none of it.
you gasp as he lifts you up off his cock, making you sit up on your knees and not letting you sink back down, leaving your poor pussy achingly empty. "zu," you whine, trying to wriggle your hips enticingly, ass so close to his face, in hopes that he'll get excited and just tug you back on all the way again. you can't take any more teasing.
something about him is different today. he's radiating more heat, and whenever his hands move on your body, they leave behind a thin sheen of sweat. he's all fired up.
he rubs his tip through your folds, groaning as he sees all the cream oozing out of your pretty pussy and making a mess of him, seeping down the length of his shaft. "what?" he mumbles, looking up at you as you hover on top of him. "begging for me when you explicitly disobeyed me earlier? what d'you think i'm gonna say to you?"
you pout, about to protest and whine, when he tugs you back down abruptly and makes your pussy swallow his cock up entirely, everything from his flared tip to the base of him stuffed snugly in your pretty hole in one rough thrust.
you dig your long nails into his thighs, moaning and tipping your head back as he starts to plunge into you once again and a slow, tortorous speed, watching how you tremble and whine as he fucks upwards into you, aiming his cockhead at your spongey sweet spot located on your frontal wall. the subtle curve of his cock allows him to hit it again and again, and your pussy clutches around him each time he does, milking him and clinging to his shaft when he draws back. he can see your pretty walls hugging him as he pulls back, not wanting him to go anywhere else but deep inside you.
"tch. greedy pussy." he tuts, pushing his cock back into you and giving your ass a firm slap. "if you want more, take it yourself. 'm not gonna do all the work for you this time not when - fuck - you were bein' bad."
"zu 'm sorry!" you whine, though you listen to him and take what you want even though your thighs are wobbly and you're tired from bouncing and it's hard to fit him all in without any help because he's just so big.
but you have to make it up to him or he'll keep being mad at you all night. and you don't want that.
zuko groans and clings onto you tighter, unable to resist holding you. he increases the pace of his thrusts so that now he's meeting your bounces halfway, plunging his cock into your messy pussy at the same time that you're chasing his hips with your own.
it feels heavenly inside you, he'd love to tell you that, praise how soft your walls feel around him and how you milk his cock with every thrust, but he doesn't want to give you the satisfaction. his big hands up to cup your chest from behind, and he pulls you down so you're laying flat on your back against him while his cock drives into you from below with nasty, slick noises accompanying his movements. you're just oozing out juices today.
"does getting me jealous make you this wet, dear?" he whispers, his voice deceptively quiet even though he's fucking you mean.
"n-no⌠mngh- zuko i wanna see you." you moan as he squeezes your bouncing tits, rolling your nipples between his fingers.
"then maybe you shouldn't have been talking to other men. ah- i'm closeâŚ" he pants, his flared cockhead pressing against your sweet spot again while his mouth presses to your ear so his panting and groans are directly audible. "are you gonna be good? show me you're my girl and no one else's?"
zuko presses warm, open mouthed kisses to your ear and the sweet spot below while his cock ruts up roughly into your creamy pussy which keeps leaking out rivulets of slick whenever he lifts his hips to yours.
"yeah- ah, just yours, zuko!" you exclaim while arching your back, tits pressing into his hands with your nipples rubbing raw against his calluses with every shift of your body. he keeps manuevering you on his dick, cock stretching you open so good that you see stars.
with one last moan of zuko's name - not that idiot that was flirting with you earlier, only him - his jaw slackens and his head tips back as he spills his hefty load into you. warm, thick ropes of cum fill you up and coat your insides.
you gush around him around the same time, and he keeps rutting his cock up into you, his body slowly returning to it's normal temperature. he bands his arms around you, sighing and praising you through your orgasm while his envy and anger start to subside as well.
zuko's cum leaks out around the base of his cock and down his balls in a mess oof creamy white. it mixes with your slick and drips down your joined bodies. he cuddles you through it, rolling his hips up to yours to keep you plugged full, warm, and happy.
cw. balcony sex, semi-public sex, jack and reader had sex already that night, fem! reader, unprotected sex, established relationship, fluffy sex, jack has anxiety and you're the best thing for it, creampie, big dick! jack, implied size kink, praise.
synopsis. jack needs to de-stress so he can enjoy his vacation with you properly.
jack's just had so much on his mind all day. duties and impending tasks he feels like he left behind in pittsburgh weighing on him. did he really get everything done before leaving? would his residents be okay without him? all of it weighs on his mind, making sleep an impossibility.
with a sigh, he leaves your shared bed and goes out to lean his body over the balcony, hoping the fresh air and the quiet as the world sleeps would help soothe him.
it doesn't, unfortunately. not even the breeze and smell of the ocean take his mind off of work.
you wander out of bed a moment later, having been roused by his heavy breathing and pacing back and forth just outside your room. you slip on your robe to help stifle the evening wind from biting at your skin, and go out to join him.
your arms wrap around his waist from behind, and you nuzzle your face into his back, inhaling his scent. jack lets out a heavy sigh and holds there, relaxing at your touch, before turning around to face you, leaning down to press his lips gently to yours. "mmm... why'd you leave bed?" he hums against your mouth, strong arms wrapping tightly around you.
you smooch his lips softly and sigh at the pleasant minty taste on him. "i saw you couldn't sleep and wanted to make sure you were okay." your voice is breathy and sweet. "what's on your mind?"
he shakes his head and kisses you again, cupping your face and dragging his tongue over the seam of your lips. "too much," is the last he gets out, before he deepens it once more, his tongue diving into your mouth and laving over yours hungrily.
you can't get enough of him.
his hands move up and under your robe to cup your tits. he groans at how much he can feel through the fabric of your nightdress, and can't seem to hold back any longer. he just needs to be inside you right now, needs to expel his stress and frustrations on his sweet wife so he can sleep soundly. he'll talk about it later. right now, he needs relief.
"tell you after," he promises softly, spinning you around to press your front against the balcony railing, his lips dusting over your cheek. "may i, my love?"
you nod softly, already wet and sensitive from him fucking you a few hours ago. he brushes your robe to one side and hikes up your dress, before freeing his cock from the confines of his pants. groaning, he spreads your ass cheek apart from the other with one of his broad hands, using his other hand to wrap it around the base of his cock and align the head with your puffy slit, rubbing it up and down in little teasing movements.
"its all swollen," he whispers in your ear, getting his cock hard and wet from swiping it through your folds. "you have the prettiest pussy, did you know that? so soft and wet..."
your teeth catch your lower lip to stifle some of your moans, but it's hard when jack just makes you feel so good. you wiggle your hips back to try and swallow up some of his cock in your eager pussy, and he grins softly, delivering a gentle smack to your plush ass.
then,he slowly pushes into you, easing his cock into your tight hole while feeling your walls expand to make space for him.
you whine, feeling achingly full, but jack is quick to soothe you. "easy, easy... 'm only halfway in," he whispers in your ear, grunting softly and nudging his hips forward slowly. he can never get over how tight you are around him, how much his cock stretches you open each time he fucks you.
finally, he bottoms out. you can practically feel him in your guts from this angle, and a loud, whiny moan leaves your lips.
"gotta keep it down, sweetheart," your husband scolds playfully. "other people are staying here too, remember?"
easy for him to say.
still, you manage a nod, tugging your lip between your teeth to quell the scream threatening to leave you when his cock wedges deeper inside you, smushing against your sweet spot with every labored pump of his hips.
he's going painfully slow right now, clearly trying to savor the moment with you. you have an inkling that he really needed this, a little more time with you, inside you, before sleeping. and slowly, you can start to feel the stress weighing on him earlier slip away, as he starts to groan and focus all his attention on you and fucking into your pretty pussy with sloppy, eager thrusts.
"mnhhh- right there," you say, jolting a little when he angles his thrusts so he can hit your g-spot with each thrust.
"right there, baby?" jack echoes, softening his voice for you. "you need me right here?" he tucks a hand under you and pushes against the faint indent in your tummy that forms whenever he thrusts his cock in you balls deep, then gently pushes it up, putting extra pressure on your g-spot. you just feel more full as he does that, and you cry out as he just hits it perfectly, thick and heady slick leaking out of you and around his cock.
"your pussy's real grateful i did that," he laughs softly, then moans into your ear when you clamp around him, walls rippling and squeezing around his cock in retaliation to all his teasing.
you're both real close. jack's thrusts get a little faster now as he chases both his orgasm and yours, forceful thrusts of his thick cock sending your body bouncing and your tits heaving as you lean over the balcony.
but he needs you to cum first.
without hesitation, jack shifts his focus entirely to you. his thrusts become shorter but deeper, more precise. not chasing his own release but guiding you toward yours.
then, he feels the sudden, intense clench of your pussy around him and your cunt squeezing and milking his cock, trying to suck him in impossibly deeper, and you gush around him.
your body trembles beneath his, as he leans down to press his chest to your back, rutting his cock deep inside you and fucking you through your orgasm while your pussy starts to pull and wring the cum straight out of him. he cums into you with a loud groan, not stopping his movements. pushing you both through it with slow, deep rolls of his hips.
his lips brush the nape of your neck and he slowly pulls out of you with a wet pop, pushing his cum back into you with his thick fingers. you just look so pretty stuffed with him. shuddering, you relish in the warm, filling sensation of his cum plugged into you, before looking up at him through your lashes.
"you feel better now?"
he nods and presses a deep kiss to your lips, smiling against you. "wouldn't know what to do without you."
đˇ: sorry if this is a little all over the place my b
âiâm choosing what we watch today!â you declared as you dropped yourself onto your bed. shinsou was still walking into your room, one cat in his arms, the other on his shoulder.
the purple haired boy groaned as he sat next to you. âyou have a problem with that?â you teased as you pulled a blanket out of your ginormous mess of a bed.
he sighed in response, âno⌠not at all, just donât put on legally blondeââ
âsuns up, a little after ten~â
âsorry, it was already set up before you got here.â you smiled, wrapping your arms around him from behind. heâs gotten bigger with all his training, now that itâs apart of his curriculum and not just something he was working on.
he rolled his eyes and curled up next to you. heâd never admit that he loved girly movies, but you could tell he did.
it was moments like these that made you want to admit to your dad about the two of you dating. it always seemed like there were no downsides to telling him, then you always remembered that the conversation would never go well.
you met shinsou during the beginning of your first year. you two were in general studies class, you didnât really talk, but everyone in your class was cheering him on in the sports festival.
and after that day, when your dad came up to you, asking about him, you were able to set shinsou up with training, and because your dad and him were building a close relationship, you two were⌠amicable.
it started with smiles to each other in class, then group projects. group projects turned into chatty conversation, which turned into you running to shinsou when your dad was hurt.
you remembered every minute of that day. the day they raided kamino. it felt like the world was falling apart and the villains would take over. you couldnât see your dad from the camera angles being shown on tv, but you knew it couldnât be good.
then you got a call from present mic, informing you that your dad was being rushed to the hospital. your mind blanked. you couldnât loose your dad, heâs been hurt before and he always pulled through, right?
he canât die, heâs all you have left, he wouldnât do that to you. it was always you and him against the world, you didnât know what you would do if he was gone.
you didnât have anyone who would understand you⌠besides shinsou. so you ran from your room to his, all the way across the dorms.
you were slamming your fist on his door, you didnât mean to cause a raucous, but your hyperventilating gave you tunnel vision. you vaguely saw the door open through your tears.
âwho the hell isâ y/n? are you okayâ whatâsââ shinsou started, before he had to take a step back when you dove for a hug.
you didnât explain, you just let out all your crying, tears laced with fear for your dad. shinsou could tell you were terrified, you clutched the back of his shirt and tried to hide yourself from him, despite being pressed against him.
and it wasnât hard to figure out why you were scared, he was watching the live footage of the battle himself. âhere⌠sit down.â he said quietly, guiding you over to his bed, moving blankets aside. he found the remote to his tv and shut it off quickly.
he sat their, quietly, and awkwardly. he wasnât really sure what he was supposed to do. he just slowly started to rub your back until you calmed down.
that day was so special to you, because shinsou dropped everything. he didnât question, didnât poke. he let the silence run over the moment and turned it to comfort and peace.
but you werenât in the dormitory today, you were you and your dadâs apartment, but it was usually empty now that the dorms were implemented. though, it was nice to use on the weekend.
and, it was nice to use to keep your boyfriend a secret.
your dad always had late night patrols on the weekend, so the apartment was free for you and shinsou to hang out. youâve done it every weekend and youâve never had any problems.
you hung your leg over his and leaned into his chest. he moved some of your hair out of your face, âcomfy?â you responded with a small nod, âgood.â he muttered, changing his focus to the movie.
you two sat like that throughout the movie, peppering tiny kisses to each other whenever it felt necessary.
just as elle was concluding the case on screen, shinsou started to shift beside you. âhey! donât squish my stuffed animal!â you exclaimed, snatching the cupcake squishmallow from behind his head.
âhow many times do i need to explain thisâ they are called squishmallows⌠you can rest on themââ shinsou started.
âand you know i like my stuffed animals plump!â
âand i need something to rest my head on!â he argued back, taking the stuffed animal back.
âgive it!â you laughed, crawling over him to get to it, as it was out of your reach.
âwoahâ calm downââ he laughed as well, as you tried to fight for the squishmallow.
the door to your room slammed open violently, a capture scarf wrapping around shinsou and yanking him off your bed. âtoshi!â you shrieked.
you scrambled to find your phone to call someone, until the intruder stepped forward into your vision, and there stood your dad. he glared at shinsou, who squirmed on the ground, then he tightened the grip around the scarf.
âwhy are you in my house? donât you know how inappropriate this is?â he asked, his voice threatening but leveled.
you winced at your fatherâs scowl, âi invited him, dad.â
his intense, red eyed stare was suddenly focused on you, âand you, missy, should be out of your dormitory!â
âat least let him go!â you argued, rushing over to where shinsou was laying, helping him sit up.
your father took a deep sigh before loosening the scarf. âlisten, iâm sorry we didnât tell youââ
âthatâs not what iâm mad about.â he cut you off, crossing his arms.
you and shinsou looked at each other with scrunched faces, before looking back at aizawa. âyouâre not?â
âno.â he said curtly, âiâm upset that youâve been lying and sneaking out of your dorm rooms to come here.â he explained, glaring at you two.
âdo you know how much trouble you two could get in? shinsou, if they found this out, your spot in the hero course would be at risk.â
the two of you went quiet, the movie still playing in the background.
âiâm sorry.â you two said at the same time.
âi hate disappointing you.â you muttered.
âyouâve done so much for me, i shouldâve been truthful.â shinsou admitted.
aizawa sighed and kneeled in front of both of you. he shook both your shoulders and smiled a little bit, âyou two are fine, but donât think youâre getting away with lying for so long.â
you smiled at your dad before hugging him. âso⌠you approve?â you giggled, looking over at your purple haired boyfriend.
aizawa rolled his eyes, âheâs⌠one of the better options.â
shinsou smiled the slightest bit, âiâll take it.â
đˇ: sorry if this is a little all over the place my b
âiâm choosing what we watch today!â you declared as you dropped yourself onto your bed. shinsou was still walking into your room, one cat in his arms, the other on his shoulder.
the purple haired boy groaned as he sat next to you. âyou have a problem with that?â you teased as you pulled a blanket out of your ginormous mess of a bed.
he sighed in response, âno⌠not at all, just donât put on legally blondeââ
âsuns up, a little after ten~â
âsorry, it was already set up before you got here.â you smiled, wrapping your arms around him from behind. heâs gotten bigger with all his training, now that itâs apart of his curriculum and not just something he was working on.
he rolled his eyes and curled up next to you. heâd never admit that he loved girly movies, but you could tell he did.
it was moments like these that made you want to admit to your dad about the two of you dating. it always seemed like there were no downsides to telling him, then you always remembered that the conversation would never go well.
you met shinsou during the beginning of your first year. you two were in general studies class, you didnât really talk, but everyone in your class was cheering him on in the sports festival.
and after that day, when your dad came up to you, asking about him, you were able to set shinsou up with training, and because your dad and him were building a close relationship, you two were⌠amicable.
it started with smiles to each other in class, then group projects. group projects turned into chatty conversation, which turned into you running to shinsou when your dad was hurt.
you remembered every minute of that day. the day they raided kamino. it felt like the world was falling apart and the villains would take over. you couldnât see your dad from the camera angles being shown on tv, but you knew it couldnât be good.
then you got a call from present mic, informing you that your dad was being rushed to the hospital. your mind blanked. you couldnât loose your dad, heâs been hurt before and he always pulled through, right?
he canât die, heâs all you have left, he wouldnât do that to you. it was always you and him against the world, you didnât know what you would do if he was gone.
you didnât have anyone who would understand you⌠besides shinsou. so you ran from your room to his, all the way across the dorms.
you were slamming your fist on his door, you didnât mean to cause a raucous, but your hyperventilating gave you tunnel vision. you vaguely saw the door open through your tears.
âwho the hell isâ y/n? are you okayâ whatâsââ shinsou started, before he had to take a step back when you dove for a hug.
you didnât explain, you just let out all your crying, tears laced with fear for your dad. shinsou could tell you were terrified, you clutched the back of his shirt and tried to hide yourself from him, despite being pressed against him.
and it wasnât hard to figure out why you were scared, he was watching the live footage of the battle himself. âhere⌠sit down.â he said quietly, guiding you over to his bed, moving blankets aside. he found the remote to his tv and shut it off quickly.
he sat their, quietly, and awkwardly. he wasnât really sure what he was supposed to do. he just slowly started to rub your back until you calmed down.
that day was so special to you, because shinsou dropped everything. he didnât question, didnât poke. he let the silence run over the moment and turned it to comfort and peace.
but you werenât in the dormitory today, you were you and your dadâs apartment, but it was usually empty now that the dorms were implemented. though, it was nice to use on the weekend.
and, it was nice to use to keep your boyfriend a secret.
your dad always had late night patrols on the weekend, so the apartment was free for you and shinsou to hang out. youâve done it every weekend and youâve never had any problems.
you hung your leg over his and leaned into his chest. he moved some of your hair out of your face, âcomfy?â you responded with a small nod, âgood.â he muttered, changing his focus to the movie.
you two sat like that throughout the movie, peppering tiny kisses to each other whenever it felt necessary.
just as elle was concluding the case on screen, shinsou started to shift beside you. âhey! donât squish my stuffed animal!â you exclaimed, snatching the cupcake squishmallow from behind his head.
âhow many times do i need to explain thisâ they are called squishmallows⌠you can rest on themââ shinsou started.
âand you know i like my stuffed animals plump!â
âand i need something to rest my head on!â he argued back, taking the stuffed animal back.
âgive it!â you laughed, crawling over him to get to it, as it was out of your reach.
âwoahâ calm downââ he laughed as well, as you tried to fight for the squishmallow.
the door to your room slammed open violently, a capture scarf wrapping around shinsou and yanking him off your bed. âtoshi!â you shrieked.
you scrambled to find your phone to call someone, until the intruder stepped forward into your vision, and there stood your dad. he glared at shinsou, who squirmed on the ground, then he tightened the grip around the scarf.
âwhy are you in my house? donât you know how inappropriate this is?â he asked, his voice threatening but leveled.
you winced at your fatherâs scowl, âi invited him, dad.â
his intense, red eyed stare was suddenly focused on you, âand you, missy, should be out of your dormitory!â
âat least let him go!â you argued, rushing over to where shinsou was laying, helping him sit up.
your father took a deep sigh before loosening the scarf. âlisten, iâm sorry we didnât tell youââ
âthatâs not what iâm mad about.â he cut you off, crossing his arms.
you and shinsou looked at each other with scrunched faces, before looking back at aizawa. âyouâre not?â
âno.â he said curtly, âiâm upset that youâve been lying and sneaking out of your dorm rooms to come here.â he explained, glaring at you two.
âdo you know how much trouble you two could get in? shinsou, if they found this out, your spot in the hero course would be at risk.â
the two of you went quiet, the movie still playing in the background.
âiâm sorry.â you two said at the same time.
âi hate disappointing you.â you muttered.
âyouâve done so much for me, i shouldâve been truthful.â shinsou admitted.
aizawa sighed and kneeled in front of both of you. he shook both your shoulders and smiled a little bit, âyou two are fine, but donât think youâre getting away with lying for so long.â
you smiled at your dad before hugging him. âso⌠you approve?â you giggled, looking over at your purple haired boyfriend.
aizawa rolled his eyes, âheâs⌠one of the better options.â
shinsou smiled the slightest bit, âiâll take it.â
the people who enjoy the type of art you create, will like it even if it's imperfect. and the people who hate the type of art you create, will dislike it even if it IS perfect.
don't skip ahead of bullies and bully yourself first. don't badmouth your own work, it doesn't alter other people's opinion on art, but it does make you feel worse about yourself.
Martina McBride didn't win Country Music Association Song of the Year for a song about how burning your house down with your abusive husband still inside it is good, noble, and an allegory for the American Revolution for people to act like the genre belongs to bootlicking fucks
how the hell did I leave Morgan Wade off this list. wrote a song about being depressed, alcoholic, and suicidal and how mental illness stigma sucks, saw how much people connected with it, wrote a Part II of that song about how she's doing better now but you're never totally free of the risk of relapse. fucking icon.
I specifically curated this list so people couldn't be like "ah yes but you see here is my simple binary of good and bad country music which always works", I made sure to add different genders, eras, subgenres, etc and y'all are still pulling that shit in the tags!
listen. Alan Jackson, the archetypal mister big hat man sitting on a tractor singing about a pickup truck, wrote a shockingly normal song about 9/11 that was like "yeah I don't know jack shit about politics but my copy of the bible says we're supposed to love everyone" and then went on the radio and explained how he specifically wanted to write a song about that day that "wasn't vengeful". Miranda Lambert took the southern leftist slogan "y'all means all" and made it the title of a corny ass pop-country song for the Queer Eye soundtrack. Kenny Chesney stole a horse from a cop and Tim McGraw put the cop in a chokehold defending him, and I know that's not about their music but it is, and this is very important, fucking sick as hell
it's fine if you only listen to female country artists or pre-1990 country artists or whatever the fuck you want but stop acting like you've cracked the secret code to dividing a whole genre of art into good pure anti-establishment folk songs vs bad corrupted right-wing sellout pulp
Luke Combs covering Fast Car and keeping the line "I work in the market as a checkout girl" and doing an interview about how he couldn't change a single word because it's not his story. king shit
Morgan Wallen doing I Had Some Help, literally the first song that spoke to me as a male survivor of domestic abuse. also shoutout to the guy for getting caught saying a racial slur and responding by specifically telling his fans not to defend him and raising a bunch of money for the Black Music Action Coalition. bro had an engraved invitation to the culture war and said "nah I'd rather be normal"
Shaboozey just absolutely obliterating the drunk roadhouse anthem glass ceiling
Maren Morris and Brothers Osborne with a song that okay, released in 2019 but I didn't hear until recently, about how good friends mind their own business and let you love whoever you want and also get high with you when you're broke
Kimberley Perry! If I Die Young Part 2!! "actually I'm glad I lived, bitch" ass song that I bet is gonna mean a LOT to kids fighting depression
Kelsea Ballerini and Noah Kahan with Cowboys Cry Too. okay it's shallow and corny but genuinely a shallow and corny song about how men shouldn't be afraid to have feelings is what a lot of men need
