#and i can fucking convince me to feel stuff or like trick me into it but that's no way to fucking Live its EXHAUSTING

[the-acid-pear]

My problem w romantic attraction is that I'm not entirely devoided of it, there's rare sparks of it i get, but they are SO fucking rare it's a bit sad like WAH... like tv tropes entry what could've been level of sad sometimes.

[shiroisotto64]

UPDATING MY OZZIE AND FIZZ HEADCANONS 😁

ASMODUES

- Ozzie spoils his significant others. He loves to see them happy. Literally anything you want you get no questions asked!

- ( i don’t know what I was on when I said fizz could cook forgive me ) Ozzie tries to make breakfast whenever he isn’t to busy in the morning! And he lets them ramble on about whatever they want to!

- he’s super supportive of you and whatever your profession is! He doesn’t take disrespect towards his partners. You can dress as sluty or as comfy as you want. No judgement.

- he just tends to sit back and watch the chaotic things you and fizz do and get into. as long as your both not hurt in the process. If so then you’ll be (very lightly) scolded! Be careful next time.

- you’re really only seen next to Gina me fizz. He’s a sin fizz is super popular and you may be to depending on what your profession is. It’s just the best way to keep you safe honestly. You all go on trips whenever y’all wanna get out of the house tho. He lets you both choose we’re to go.

- ozzie checks up on fizz to make sure his limbs are functioning and while the smaller imp bounces around you sometimes cuddle fizz while he waits. Ozzie thinks it’s really cute.

- asmodeus is REALLY bad at keeping your relationship a secret. Yet so is fizz so it’s alright. They can’t hide the way they look at each other! And you of course. Ozzie has been caught on camera making lovey eyes to many times to count. 😭

- he’s always down to fuck if your up for it. It’s pretty easy to get him going. As we saw a good pair of puppy eyes and a smooth big daddy and your good. 👍🏽

Fizzarolli

- he’s so silly. Like actually. He’s all over you and flirting non stop! You can barely keep ‘em off you. He loves quality time and physical touch.

- he runs off of praise and attention from both you and ozzie. He’ll roll over and play dead of left to his own devices for to long.

- you and Ozzie watch in awe as he fusses over his little girls. He pampers his little pets like no other. He has the most fun during walks and bath time! They get water all over the place and he loves whipping his skates out! (Doesn’t want him skating in the mansion.)

- random fashion shows. He loves showing off all of his outfits and stuff. Different hats and everything. He even convinces Ozzie to get him different color limbs for when he wants to match em with the current color.

- he curls up on which ever of you is close when he’s tired. Just slings himself onto you honestly. But be careful! Sometimes it’s a trick. 💀 he’ll nip at you when you let your guard down and run off while giggling the little shit 😭

- Ozzie randomly hums and sings and he randomly imitates different horns and loud instruments. Fizz has made a beat out of his horns before.

- he still pulls pranks. Like screaming in your ear to wake you up in the morning. He’s been fussed at to many times for this so now he uses his horns. (Yay?)

- blushes when shown genuine affection or compliments but turns his head away to hid the blush if in public and regain his composure.

- a total show off but who’s surprised.

- fizz gets turned on if your protective of him. Especially if you can fight. Ozzie is more lax if he knows you can take care of yourself and fizz. But fizz brags about how safe he feels and how sexy it is that you get so worked up over his safety.

[rileyslibrary]

Ghost is forced to dress up as Santa for the day and talk to kids.

You’re ordered to tag along as his Elf and do some damage control if necessary.

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You lean against his armchair, watching the chaos in front of you. Children are crying, tugging at their parents’ clothes, shouting both in excitement and fear, all while looking at you. A young boy keeps waving at your lieutenant, desperate to get his attention, but Ghost is too preoccupied with coming to terms with his new reality to notice.

You return his wave with a smile.

“Try to stay still, Santa,” you remind Ghost as you nod towards the boy. “Kids are watching.”

He snaps back into focus and redirects his attention to the queue. He stretches one last time, pushing on the armrests, before settling into the chair.

“Try not to tell me what to do,” he murmurs and waves back at the child.

You straighten up and tweak your green hat, triggering the bell at its tip to jiggle in your ear. You feel for him; you really do. He’s not supposed to be here; he’s not built for this. Unfortunately—for him or the kids, you haven’t decided yet—the “real” Santa broke his hip at the last minute, and your military base stepped in to provide a new Santa for the local community.

And what better replacement than Ghost, you may ask? Well, literally anybody else.

Dressed in a red costume with white faux fur trim, the lieutenant looks nothing like the man you experienced on the battlefield. His shoulders threaten to rip through the rented outfit, and the seams at the back hold onto each other for dear life. Since his belly wasn’t big enough to simulate Santa’s, you asked him to stuff a pillow under his uniform. Surprisingly, Ghost complied almost instantly, leaving you to wonder if he was using the pillow as Kevlar, a barrier between him and the kids or if he was secretly enjoying this.

You also convinced him to ditch the balaclava for the time being since he would now have plenty of props to conceal his face—a wig, a long beard, glasses, and a red hat with a white pom-pom, to be exact. Additionally, you attempted to trick him into applying some blush on his cheeks, but he side-eyed you and told you to ‘be careful now’—ironic for a man who paints his face daily.

You rub your temples, trying to keep calm amid the chaos of the mall as you prepare for what’s about to happen during the next few hours. You have no idea why Price chose him to be Santa, but you didn’t question it either. Ghost seems to be the least qualified for the job out of everyone in the base. It feels like a last resort, so to speak—a ‘that’s all we have left in the store’ solution.

On the other hand, you know precisely why the captain chose you to accompany him. “To monitor the situation,” he said—“To make sure we don’t get sued,” you heard. And, under normal circumstances, you’d be happy to tag along with Ghost—be it on patrol, on missions, or even transporting confidential documents. But in this situation? Acting as a troubleshooter rather than a teammate? You’d rather be anywhere else than here, with anybody else than him.

You take another look at him while he sits on the chair. He’s tugging at the uniform, scratching his head, and instinctively pulling the beard to his nose.

“Stop doing that,” you whisper. “It’s a beard, not a balaclava.”

“Price would have been perfect for the job, for fucks sake,” he spits. “He has the fucking moustache for starters.”

“Stop with the ‘fucks’ and the ‘fucking’ Ghost; you’re about to talk to kids! And, as for the captain, he said he couldn’t do it.”

“Oh yeah?” He asks, lifting his hands from the armrests. “And what makes him think that I can?”

“I wish I knew, to be honest, but we don’t have time to go through this again,” you murmur, looking at your watch one last time. You approach the barrier, unclip the rope from the stanchion, and turn over your shoulder.

“Operation ‘Santa’ begins now,” you declare. “Ready?”

“Do I have a choice?” He replies, shrugging, and gestures for you to proceed.

And so it begins. Your first ‘customer’ arrives, and many more follow. You guide one family at a time into the enclosure and escort them to Ghost, who handles the rest. Some children are hesitant, peeking out from behind their parents’ legs, while others are much more direct with their intentions as they scream in horror at the sight of him.

On the other hand, Ghost is neither your typical jolly Santa nor the irritated lieutenant you’d expect. He appears to be... understanding. He reassures parents that it’s okay and there’s no need to force their children onto his lap if they feel uncomfortable. He initiates conversations with the kids from a respectful distance. He smiles with his eyes and hunches his shoulders to appear less imposing. Sometimes, he lures the shy ones into a handshake, a fist pump, or a high five by lowering his gloved hand to their level.

And then there are those other types of kids: the curious ones, the social butterflies. The ones who look forward to sitting on Ghost’s lap, diving into full-blown conversations with him. That’s when you stiffen up and switch into damage-control mode to ensure he won’t lash out at them. You begin hovering above them, listening, jumping into their conversations and sometimes interrupting Ghost and replying to the kids instead of him.

You would have thought he’d be grateful to have you managing the situation. Ghost, however, seems more irritated by you than by the little girl who’s currently playing with the pom-pom on his hat.

“Oi, Elf!” he says calmly, yet visibly annoyed. “Emma and I are chatting about how she spilt tomato juice on her Elsa costume and wants a new one for Christmas. Could you please falala off and go wrap some presents?”

“B-but I need to know because I’ll be sewing it for her,” you reply, smiling at the little girl. “Isn’t that right, Emma?”

And, although Emma nods her head, more out of necessity than agreement, you get his point. He’s doing surprisingly well with those kids, even without you. Actually, he’s doing remarkably well, especially without you.

More kids come and go, and Ghost slowly adapts to his new persona. He starts making bets with you, predicting which kids in the queue might ask for a PlayStation or an iPad and even speculating who might wipe snot on his costume. You, in response, adopt a more laid-back approach and let him do his thing. After each child’s visit, Ghost turns towards you, whispering in your ear about their Christmas wishes, as if he’s indeed Santa, and keeps logs.

“My man wants a full-sized car wheel,” Ghost murmurs as the young boy leaps off his lap, “can you believe him?”

“What did you say to him?” You ask, stifling a laugh.

“I told him I’ll get it for him,” he shrugs. “What else should I do?”

“Alright, but what did you really want to tell him?”

“That his dad already has four of them screwed in his car.”

As the day winds down, and the final announcement for the day echoes through the speakers, parents and children walk past you and towards the exit. They wave at Ghost and occasionally at you. The parking lot empties, the stores shut their doors until tomorrow, and the holiday lights that decorate the inside of the mall switch off one by one.

You stretch your back and tap on his shoulder, signalling that both of you should pack up and return to the base.

“Nuh-uh,” he says, grasping your wrist with one hand and tapping his thigh with the other. “You didn’t tell me what you want for Christmas.”

You’re exhausted but still manage to smile as you comply with his request. You sit on his lap, and he leans back to take a better look at you.

“Let’s think about it another way,” you say. “What would you, as Santa, give me for Christmas?”

“Coal,” he replies. “And a muzzle, so you don’t interrupt me while I’m talking. What was that all about?”

“Was afraid you’d say something bad,” you explain. “But you were pretty good with those kids.”

He shakes his head and plays with the fur trim on his sleeve. “Nah,” he murmurs. “I’d never say something bad to a kid.”

“Speaking of bad and coal,” you say, combing his fake beard, “you never asked the typical ‘have you been a good kid’ to any of them.”

“There’s no bad kid in the world, love,” he whispers. “All kids are good, even the naughty ones.”

You smile at him, but he doesn’t look back at you. He’s examining his uniform as if trying to find something else to discuss. He finds some crumbs a kid left on his suit and brushes them off.

“Ready to head back to the base, Lieutenant?” You ask, tapping his thigh before standing up. You extend your hand to him, and he gladly accepts it, helping him rise from the chair he’s been sitting in all day. You begin walking towards the exit, and he wraps his arm around your shoulder. You reciprocate by hugging his waist.

You walk up to the parked military vehicle that brought you here earlier, still discussing the day. He opens the door but pauses and turns to look at you.

“Resilience,” he declares. “That’s what I would gift you for Christmas.”

“Why?” You ask, turning to look at him. “You think I need it?”

“We all do,” he replies softly, just like when he used to talk to those kids. “Since I can’t protect you from every obstacle life throws your way, I might as well give you the ability to recover from them.”

“That would make me very happy, Lieutenant.” You say, smiling.

He smiles back at you and reaches for your hat to fix it better on your head. His hand moves to your forehead, and he tucks a stray hair behind your ear.

“It’s Santa to you.” He replies.

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A/N: Bruh, I was so tempted to make the reader pull off a Mariah Carey and say, “All I want for Christmas is you,” when Ghost asked what they wanted, but my gag reflexes kicked in every time, and I was cringing galore.

So, there you go: resilience. That’s what I would like to gift you as well. I wish I could shield you from whatever has troubled you in the past or is currently doing so. To protect you from future worries and make everything ‘falala off’. Unfortunately, I can’t do that, neither for you nor for myself.

But this is why comfort characters and stories exist—so we can imagine, when no one is there for us, that someone actually is.

Just like Santa. Just like Ghost.

[xxsabitoxx]

My Personal Hashira 🍆 Size Ranking

Warning: if it ain’t obvious, this contains smut lmao — therefore Muichiro is 100% not included in this. We’re talking about 🍆, length, girth, all the fun stuff. So if PPs make you uncomfortable keep on scrolling babes </3

A/N: these low key stress me out cause I feel like people can get pretty defensive over these types of Headcanons. Especially if my own thought differs from yours. Regardless, these are just my personal takes/HCs. My word is not law so do not be upset if my HC does not match yours / don’t feel the need to change how you HC these things to fit my POV. This is why I refrain from describing size in my fics, I want y’all to imagine it in a way that you like lololol

Lastly, idgaf if you see some of this as unrealistic, these are fake, fictional drawings of men, if I wanna give Gyomei a 44ft long 🍆, I can and will (I didn’t but you get the point.) Anyways enjoy my personal thoughts on this matter

1. Himejima Gyomei

Is anyone fucking shocked that this 7’2 (220cm) man is packing the biggest schlong among the male Hashira?

I mean let’s be logical real quick, his dick is as big as the rest of him. This man’s dick is dragging on the floor.

Soft: 11.2

Hard: 12.3

Call it unrealistic idgaf this man is LONG

Girthy too, he’s fucking beefy all over

This man’s dick will feel like he’s shoving his wrist up in there ong bro

It curves downward slightly when hard, I mean shit that thing is heavy, it stands no chance against gravity

2. Uzui Tengen

Again, the man is 6’6 (198cm).

Height comes into play when it comes to our two tank Hashira

Therefore none of you should be surprised that they are the top two

Soft: 9

Hard: 10.3

Your guts are getting rearranged, he knows the length he has but often underestimates how far he can go…

He’s long but doesn’t have a crazy girth to him, which thank fuck it doesn’t take as much prep to take him

He’s pretty straight when hard and manages to flex it and keep it up (he totally does dick tricks & you can’t convince me otherwise)

3. Tomioka Giyu

I’m standing by my “big dick Giyu” head canon. I just know this man is packing a weapon down there

What’s crazy is he wasn’t even aware of how good he had it until he overheard other corps members chatting

Soft: 6.3

Hard: 7.4

He’s got a decent girth and as weird as it may sound, it’s pretty, like really pretty to look at

When hard, it curves upwards and stands at attention which makes him a bit embarrassed

He knows how to use it, because of that he’s pretty confident in that aspect which is wild for him

He will also rearrange your guts unintentionally (or intentionally hehe)

4. Shinazugawa Sanemi

I don’t wanna hear one PEEP from any of you that Sanemi should be above Giyu.

My man is forth on the list but that ain’t mean shit, he’s still got a lot going on down there

Soft: 6

Hard: 7

He’s girthy, will tear you up girth, needs thirty minutes of prep minimum because of how wildly he fucks girth

He sticks straight out, no curve in sight and honestly looks like he defies gravity.

He’s like Tengen, can do dick tricks. But unlike Tengen he doesn’t make that known / show you lmao.

He’ll break your back, he may even hurt you (fully unintentional) if he gets too into it. That thing is fr a weapon

5. Rengoku Kyojuro

He’s fifth on the list but trust me he’s not lacking

He’s second smallest, but he’s not small, if you get what I mean. It’s kinda like how we rank the Hashira weakest to strongest but regardless they are still the strongest in the corps… that make sense?

Soft: 5.8

Hard: 6.8

He curves upwards, very prominent veins running along his shaft (heh, shaft)

Girth wise, he’s about normal. Not too intimidating but def offers you a good stretch, forgoing prep is real bold tbh

He’s a quick learner so he quickly masters how to fuck you

He will strive to go as far as your body will let him, so expect to be bruised / sore

6. Iguro Obanai

My king. He may be “smallest” among the Hashira men, but that doesn’t mean shit.

He’s not self conscious of his dick, he knows how to use it. He’s also pretty content with it’s size

Soft: 5.6

Hard: 6.5

See? You can’t come for me cause he ain’t even SMALL

Obanai’s dick is pretty, too. It curves upwards slightly, since he’s pretty pale, his veins are prominent

He’s got an average girth, he doesn’t need to prep you forever to get you ready. Which works in his favor cause he likes to “punish” you with no prep & going in raw

He can and will abuse your cunt, he’s not satisfied until you genuinely can’t walk without limping for a few days

[wordsbyrian]

Surgeries and Surprises - Alex Morgan x Reader

Summary: "Skater!R gets injured", "Skater!R skates in XGames", "IDK but more Skater!R"

A/n: Look, I finally wrote a thing you guys! From multiple request for more Skater!R

Despite popular belief, skateboarding is an incredibly multifaceted activity.

There are so many different disciplines: street, vert, park, freestyle, downhill (and its variation street luge), and cruising.

For the first four, there are different competitions that skaters can compete in if they are so inclined. And in all honesty, you are usually not inclined to compete, preferring the unpredictable nature of actual street skating to the polished finish of comps like Street League, XGames, and Dew Tour.

But the chance to be one of the first skateboarders to compete in the Olympics.

Well, that’s not really something you can pass up on.

Which is why you’re skating in your 5th comp of the summer.

Not the worst schedule but you’re an idiot and made the choice to also try and get clips for your next video parts in your very limited free time.

Free time, that was only made more limited by the way you were constantly flying back and forth to France to support your wife in the World Cup.

All of this is to say that your body is currently going through it.

And, unluckily, it’ll keep going through it because XGames comps are not set up in a way that plays to your strengths, with only three 45 seconds runs to string together a line and show the judges what you can do.

Luckily, on the other hand, your flight out of Minneapolis is booked for immediately after the contest ends.

Your first two timed runs went pretty well but you know you can do better which is why you saved your best stuff for your final run.

And for the most part, your final run goes pretty well until you get to your last trick with 10 seconds remaining.

You had planned it out perfectly so that you had enough time to take a breath before giving it a go. A necessary precaution for a trick you're familiar with but not a master at, a frontside flip noseslide to fakie, especially since you’re trying it down the biggest obstacle, the 4-block rail.

A little homage to Reynolds, something you’ve been doing throughout the contest season.

Except there are a couple of problems.

The first is that, unlike Reynolds, you are not a master of the frontside flip.

The other is that after a long day of being skated by just about everyone, the rail had picked up the wax from everyone’s boards, making it slicker than you need it to be for your noseslide.

Which is why you aren’t very surprised when you hit the ground. The only surprising thing is how much it hurts.

You immediately roll over and begin to stand up and take a few steps, only to drop to one knee after barely making it anywhere.

As you try to gather the strength to stand again, you’re stopped by someone placing a hand on your shoulder.

“Stay down, Y/N/N.” It’s Reynolds. “You just used your head as a basketball and your arm is fucked. They’re bringing out a stretcher.”

“I’m fine,” you say, trying to get up again. “I don’t need a stretcher.”

His hand gets firmer and you feel him pushing you to sit down properly.

“I’m serious, Y/N, I’m serious,” he says. “I’m telling you this as your friend, not as your boss. You need to go to the hospital, your shit is fucked.”

It’s at this moment that you realize how quiet the arena is.

It’s almost as if you can hear the individualized breaths of everyone in the building and honestly, it's making your head pound in a way that you wish you weren’t familiar with.

Then you see the EmTs rolling the stretcher towards you.

“Fuck dude,” you groan, resigning yourself to your fate. “Just don’t call Alex, man, she’s gonna freak out.”

“It’s too late, she already texted me she’s trying to get on the next flight out.”

“Shit.”

The entire process of letting the EMTs do their jobs is a hassle because it’s painfully obvious that they don’t deal with skateboarders often. And it takes a lot of convincing for you to even let them strap you to the backboard.

Your memory blurs out a bit after that.

The only thing you really remember besides waking up in the hospital is telling Reynolds to make sure that they don’t give you anything stronger than a Tylenol (that didn’t happen).

When you regain consciousness it’s to the sound of voices, two you recognize and one you don’t.

“She should be coming out of the anesthesia soon,” the recognizable voice says, a doctor maybe. “In addition to her mild concussion, there were some moderate tears to her deltoid that were repaired in surgery. Unfortunately, there’s not much we can do about the fractures to the humeral head as we can’t cast the area.”

“She’s not going to like the sound of that,” you hear Alex say, “Not going to like that at all.”

“Unfortunately, whether she likes it or not doesn’t really matter. She needs to be in the sling for a few weeks at least,” the doctor says.

“Alright, thanks doc,” Reynolds' loud voice makes the headache you forgot you had worse. “Don’t worry Alex, she’s been through worse. Besides, the medal will make her feel better.”

“Not now Andrew.”

The door to your room opens a tiny bit and through squinted eyes, you watch as both your wife and mentor slip through the crack, closing the door behind them.

When they get close enough that you can make out the details on their faces, you stick your hand out to Alex and attempt to pull her into the hospital bed with you.

She doesn’t let you though and instead releases your hand to pull the only chair closer to the bed.

“Not so fast, hotshot,” she says, keeping her voice low.

“I told Andrew to tell you that you didn’t need to come all the way out here. You should be at home resting,” you tell her.

“And I told him that I was already on my way to the airport.”

“And I told you,” Reynolds says, frowning at you, “that I wasn’t going to risk having your wife mad at me.”

You roll your eyes at him.

“Now here’s your medal, silver’s not too bad considering you knocked yourself out,” he says, placing the item on the edge of the bed. “I’ll see you around bro.”

Both you and Alex watch as he quickly exits the room, moving sort of like his ass is on fire, and leaving the two of you alone.

The second the door fully shuts behind him you turn back to Alex and see more than her sigh deeply.

“How do you feel…”

“Why weren’t you…”

You both try to speak at the same time.

“No, you go ahead,” you tell her.

“Well, first of all, were you just about to ask how I’m feeling while you are literally laying in a hospital bed,” she asks.

You shrug somewhat sheepishly and say, “I mean you just flew halfway across the country and I know you haven’t been feeling the best lately.”

“Y/N/N, you’re ridiculous.”

“Anyway,” she says, rolling her eyes at you, “Why weren’t you wearing a helmet? You can only smash your head so many times before the damage is irreversible and I don’t like constantly being called to hospitals wondering if this time is the one.”

You take a second to let her words sink in.

She’s right.

Ever since the two of you reconnected and subsequently got together roughly 4 years ago, you’ve been injured quite a bit.

This is your 3rd concussion and 4th broken. You’ve also ruptured your achilles, cracked a few ribs, had one of your lungs collapse, and gotten over 50 stitches from various gashes gained from getting cut open skating some sketchy spots.

That’s not even counting the smaller ones that you haven’t told her about, like when you sprained your ankle visiting her during the Rio Olympics.

But admitting that Alex is right has never been something you’re great at.

So instead you just scoot over in the bed and ask her to lay down with you again.

It takes a bit of pleading but you do get her to join you and when she does, you’re quick to wiggle around into a position that's comfortable but still allows you to hold her.

With the knowledge that your current position makes it impossible for her to see your face, you can’t help but crack a joke.

“C'mon, babe, you know that helmets are for hills and hills only,” you say, finally answering her question, only to immediately recoil as she pinches you. “Okay, I’m sorry. I know I really freaked you out today and I hate that I keep forcing you to come see me in hospitals. And I…” she cuts you off.

“You’re not forcing me to do anything,” she protests, keeping her voice light. “I love you even though you seem dead set on destroying your body.”

“It’s not really on purpose,” you say, pulling her impossibly closer. “I don’t know how to explain it but sometimes when I skate it’s like an out-of-body experience. Nothing matters except how good it’s gonna feel when I roll away. I can barely even think straight when I’m on my board but that obviously means I don’t think about how my choices affect others and that’s not fair to you.”

When you finish speaking, the first thing you hear from your wife is a sigh that can only be described as annoyed.

“What,” you ask.

“You’re an idiot,” she says.”

“Babe,” your voice is indignant, and too loud even to your own ears.

“I’m sorry but you’re so dumb,” she says. “I’m not concerned because of how it affects me, I care about how it affects you. You’ve been acting strangely all summer and I don’t really want to see where this path takes you.”

Once again Alex is right.

And her pointing out your recent odd behavior, something you hadn’t noticed yourself, is like a bucket of ice water over your head.

Taking a deep breath, you nod even though she can’t see you and say, “I think I need to call my sponsor.”

“That sounds like a good idea.”

Unfortunately, between your concussion and having to travel back to Orlando, the call to your sponsor had to wait a few days.

And in those few days, you begin to really notice the behaviors Alex had mentioned.

Even before your injury, you were stressed and anxious but you had ignored it, believing it was tied to the comps and upcoming deadlines.

But now with those things mostly out of the way, the intensity of these feelings is familiar and you aren’t very fond of the places you ended up the last few times you felt like this.

And the isolation of being trapped at home, unable to do much more than stare at the walls and wait for Alex to get back from training, only made those feelings stronger.

When you’re finally able to make that call and the first words finally come out of your mouth, it’s as though the weight of the world comes off your shoulders.

Recovery isn’t an instant process but you do instantly feel a little better as you explain your recent behaviors that you now recognize as somewhat erratic.

And when the call ends, you have a list of dates, times, and locations so you can go to a meeting whenever you need to.

The only thing that's really left for you to do is talk to your wife when she gets home but that might be the hardest part.

So you wait, completing as many boring household tasks as you can to make the time pass more quickly.

It doesn’t really work that well because you only have one arm to work with. And you're just unlucky enough that it's your dominant hand out of commission.

You’re in the middle of unloading the dishwasher when you hear the front door open and shut.

It doesn’t take long for Alex to find you and in the back of your mind, you know that the only reason she didn’t shout your name across the house like she normally does is because of your lingering headache.

“Hey babe,” you hear her greet as you bend over to place a pot in its designated cabinet.

“Hi,” you respond, standing back up and turning to face her, only to see that she’s already taken a seat at the island. “Oh, that’s the serious conversation chair,” you note, going to lean on the counter opposite her.

“I mean it is serious but it’s nothing bad.”

“If it’s nothing bad, do you mind if I go first,” you ask, “Mine isn’t bad either but I finally got around to giving Noah a call.”

When you say that it's almost as though you can feel the energy in the room shift.

“How did that go?”

“It definitely went.”

“Are you going to elaborate or…”

Sighing deeply, you shuffle your feet, focusing on the way your socks slip over the tile.

“Apparently, when you’re really stressed and overly tired your brain chemistry changes,” you tell her, now looking up at the ceiling. “Which makes people look for things to relieve the stress, which can be a bad thing for addicts. And between the video parts, qualifiers, and flying all over the place, I haven’t actually had a chance to sit down and think, much less attend a meeting. But now, when I would’ve had a chance to, I can barely be in a room with lights on for more than 15 minutes.”

There’s a moment of silence before Alex responds and as it passes, you can feel your heart sink further and further into your stomach. This is the moment that she finally decides that being with you is far more work than it's worth.

Your downward spiral is broken by the sound of her voice.

“I guess that means that we have to come up with ways for you to handle stress when you're busy,” Alex says, “because you’re only about to get busier.”

“What? No, I’m not, the next two competitions are at the end of the month and I literally can’t skate for the next month and a half.”

“3 months,” she shoots back, “and yes you will.”

“You’re not making any sense Alex.”

Alex gets up from her seat and makes her way toward you. Before you know it, she’s reaching out for your good hand, which to this point has had a death grip on the counter behind you, not that you’ve noticed.

With a confused look on your face, you watch as she pulls your hand to rest against her stomach before covering it with both of her own.

Still confused, it takes you longer than you’d like to admit to figure out why she would do that.

It’s only when you remember the seemingly never-ending nausea Alex has been dealing with that you connect the dots.

“Oh shit.”

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day 23 - GENTLE

John Price

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genre: smut

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I'm forever convinced that Price is a gentle lover. He just wants to relax. He's not fucking lazily, he's just not so energetic. Of course, he can get rougher. He just feels like resting.

Don't get me wrong, tho. Gentle Price is still skilled. He knows how to fuck, and he does a great job at it. Especially if you're inexperienced. He doesn't want to admit it, but showing you that there's more to sex than just mindlessness and roughness just gets him off.

Gentle Price, who loves making you tired. Even if you think that because of his pace, you'd be able to get some stuff done after you have sex, but no. He knows all the tricks. He'll edge you and tease you.

Gentle Price, who loves to whisper how beautiful you look. He loves the way your body looks. He adores it. Not full-on body worship, but the admiration is clearly visible.

Gentle Price, who knows you won't be able to get out of his grasp. Even tho he's not holding you tightly, his reflexes make it easy for him to just make his grip firmer when you try to shake him off.

Gentle Price, who makes sure not to harm you. He sees you as a porcelain doll. One wrong move and everything can be ruined. He is very careful when handling your body.

Gentle Price, who is very aware of his size. "You sure you can take it, honey?" "Don't you wanna get warmed up first?"

Gentle Price, who is surprised when you take him all. The dude in him who just wants to get a little rougher with you, fighting the man in him who wants to make sure you are comfortable.

Gentle Price, who loves physical touch. He'd kiss you all throughout the night. His arms would explore your body more than his eyes already did. He'd close his eyes and just let himself get lost in your taste.

Gentle Price, who is strict with aftercare. You needed to shower every time. And if you were too exhausted? Don't worry. He'd just carry you to the shower and make sure you are sparkly clean before laying you on the bed and cuddling with you.

Gentle Price, who closes anything you're doing your work on just to pull you to bed and make sure you have a good night's sleep.

Gentle Price, who loves to show you how strong he is by fitting your hips into the air. By carrying you to the bathroom and back.

A/N: Tell me your thoughts on this writing style. Should I do it more often or should I just stick with the original one?

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Maybe in another life | LN4

Lando Norris x fem!reader

word count: 2,7k

summary: Lando cares about you. But it isn’t enough to fix what went wrong between you two.

warnings: fwb situation; unrequited feelings; both reader and Lando act like assholes at some point; Lando has mood swings like every two fucking seconds; reader has some serious fucking issues and needs to learn how to communicate; angst. just angst; not proofread

…i kinda hate this

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„Hello Darling“

You freeze, not thinking he'd find you out here. You wouldn't say you're avoiding Lando, but facing him wasn't something you wanted right now either.

You're sitting on a small hill in Monaco, watching the sea and how the waves are crashing against the shore. You needed a break, get some air and maybe forget that nasty feeling deep inside of you. You know your mind is playing tricks on you, but you can't help but notice that sour taste in your mouth whenever you think about it.

„How did you know I was gonna be here?“ you question him without looking at his face, keeping your gaze on the water and the setting sun in front of you.

„I knew because I'm tracking you, following you and watching you.... Kidding. I followed my gut. You okay there?“

Normally, you'd laugh at his stupid jokes. But right now you really weren't in the mood. You didn't know how to answer him, so you just kept silent.

Lando comes and sits down next to you. „Are you alright?“ He seems concerned.

„I'm okay“, you answer shortly without showing any emotions in your tone.

„You don't seem okay?“ He leans forward a bit and puts his hand on your shoulder. He tries to make eye contact with you.

„..I really wanna be alone right now.“

Lando moves his hand.

„I don't think that is the best idea. What happened? Did someone hurt you?“ He sounds genuinely concerned, almost like he is hurt by the thought of you being hurt.

You have no idea how to answer this. You couldn't exactly tell Lando that he's the reason you're feeling like this, even though he did nothing wrong. You weren't dating. He wasn't yours. He could flirt with and kiss whoever he wanted. Just because you guys had a friends with benefits going on didn't give you the right to be jealous. Because that's what you guys are. Friends. Nothing more.

„I'm fine, Lando. Go back to the party, alright?“

He moves so he is kneeling beside you. „I'm not going anywhere before I know that you are okay. You look like you're gonna cry any second, so please...“ He moves his hand on your shoulder again, gently caressing your neck.

„I'm fine. I'm not gonna cry and you don't have to worry.“ you answer while pulling away from his touch.

„I am not taking that as an answer. Look me in the eyes and tell me that everything is fine.“ Lando doesn't let you go and his tone of voice indicates that he means business.

You sign, turning to face him for the first time since he joined you out here. „Everything is fine.“

Lando doesn't seem convinced. „Really?“ He raises his eyebrows while still looking you dead in the eye.

„Yes. Now please go back inside.“

After a short pause, he says „no.“

„You won't fool me that easily. I can see it, the way you hide your pain behind a strong face. The way you talk. It's not fine and you know it.“

You take a deep breath, turning away from Lando yet again, concentrating on the water in front of you. „Even if something would be bothering me, which isn't the case, am I asking you to leave me alone. I just need some time to think through some stuff, okay?“

The boy notices that your voice has gotten a bit shakey and that it's hard for you to talk about it. „Hey hey.. no need to keep it all in. I can understand that you need some me-time but.. I want you to promise me one thing, okay?“ He waits for you to give him a response before moving on.

„..depends.“ Lando signs.

„Promise me that you won't do anything stupid. Promise me or else I won't go.“

„I promise. You don't have to worry about me.“

„I call bullshit.“ Lando leans in closer and places his face only a few centimeters away from yours. His expression seems a bit anxious and definitely worried. „Please just promise me.. and this time I want to hear it with your real voice. With your real emotion behind it, okay?“

„Lando.“

„Come on. Say it to me. I have to hear it coming from your heart. I need to hear you say it.“

You sign. „Just leave it alone, alright?“

„I'm not leaving you alone until you promise me.“ He seems really scared and worried about you. „Please..“

„I promise! I fucking promise but please...“ you're almost begging now, being in Landos presence is simply too much right now.

He sees that you're on the brink of crying now so he puts his hand on the back of your head and gently makes you lean against his chest so you are almost laying on him. „Hey hey.. it's okay.. it's gonna be alright.“ Lando tries to comfort you while stroking your hair and gently caressing your back.

You want to stay like this forever. Feeling Lando touch you, have him care about you. You want to snuggle closer to his body and act like all of this is real. Like you could really have a chance with him.

But you pull away. „Fuck Lando, why can't you understand that I don't want to see you right now“ you snap, regretting it a second after. He did nothing wrong, it's not his fault that you can't control your stupid feelings and he definitely doesn't deserve the way you're treating him at the moment.

Lando looks taken back by your sudden outburst. „Are you serious? I just wanted to make sure you're okay and now you treat me like this?“ He stands up, looking deeply disappointed and hurt.

„..i'm sorry. I shouldn't have snapped at you. You didn't do anything wrong, it's just.. it's me.“

He takes his time with answering but does it with a cold and harsh voice „I tried to help you, I cared about you and I wanted to help you through your shitty moment. And you repay me by treating me like shit?“

You close your eyes, not knowing if you can control your feelings any longer. You're on the verge of crying and you'll do anything that he doesn't see it. „I'm sorry Lando.“

His facial expression goes from anger to sadness in a flick of a second. His face gets softer but he still looks devestated. Then he turns around and starts to walk away but before he disappears completely he stops and turns back. „Don't expect me to care next time.“

You should be glad. He finally did what you asked him, leaving you alone. But after hearing Landos last words it felt like you lost a part yourself. It felt like he didn't leave you for only tonight, it felt like he left you completely.

Maybe it's better this way. You never intended to fall in love with him, he was very clear at the beginning of your small arragement that the relationshit between you two was plainly physical. He would never return your feeings, so maybe it was better for him to rid you from his life for good.

Nonetheless, tears started to stream down your cheeks and you felt completely devastated. You couldn't control yourself as sobs and sniffling noises filled the quiet night. You just layed there and cried, while looking at the moon that was shining above the sea in front of you.

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Slowly but surely the tears stopped falling, your eyes getting used to the darkness of the night. Suddenly you felt like you weren't alone, turning your head, only to spot that Lando is standing next to you again. He kept his distance, but he is there.

Quickly, you turned your head back. „..how long have you been here?“ you whisper into the night after a few minutes of silence.

„Long enough to see how pathetic you are.“ His tone sounds harsh again. Shaking his head in disappointment, he says „I shouldn't even waste my time with you. What's wrong with you anyway? Why are you getting so emotional when someone wants to make sure you're okay?“ It’s a low blow, being mean like that. But Lando tends to speak up before he can think things completely through.

„Then why did you come back, if you feel like this“ you answer, ignoring his questions.

He doesn't reply to you immediately, staying quiet for what seems like an eternity. „..'cause I care about you. And you know it.“ His eyes search your face and his voice is filled with emotion. He really wants to see your face.

„You shouldn't care for me. I don't deserve it.“

„Why shouldn't I care? I can decide for myself if you're worth it... which you are.“ He puts his hand on your chin, making you look at him. „Please just look at me.“

You sign. You know Lando is trying to help you but he deserves someone better. Someone who didn't break the only rule you guys had. To not fall in love. You're only a burden to him, you know it and he knows it aswell. He told you mere minutes ago that he shouldn't waste his time with you. So, as much as it hurts, you're gonna let him go.

„..i don't think we should see each other again.“

Lando seems hurt by your words, as his face gets more grim and he tries to control his emotions. He doesn't want to get angry again. „So that's it? We just stop everything, just like that..?“ After saying those words he looks away, but deep inside he hopes you would say something else... Anything.

But you only nod, not daring to look at him. Landos shoulders start to shake ever so slightly. „Are you okay with this decision? I mean.. You don't regret it or anything?“

„It doesn't matter what I think about this. You wanted something easy. Something physically. And I can't give that to you. Not anymore.“

He stays silent for a second or two before answering „Can I ask you something before it ends for real? Do you.. Do you regret a single minute with me?“

You look down while pressing your eyes shut, shaking you head. „No. Not a single moment.“

He sees your reaction and doesn't say anything for what seems like an eternity. His face seems devastated and his eyes are filled with sorrow. But suddenly, he seems a bit angry again. „Really? Because I'm beginning to regret not telling you to get lost in the first place.“

You're eyes are welling up again, you want to look away but for some reason you can't. „The only thing I regret is breaking the only rule you made me promise not to break. So yea, maybe you should have told me to 'get lost' from the beginning.“

Lando can't believe your words. His anger turns into pain. He puts a hand on top of his head as he tries to take in what you just said. There is a long pause before he finally mutters out a silent „You.. You love me?“

Turning away from him, it feels like someone stabbed you in the heart. That's it, you think. The end. „It was never my intention, okay? You told me from the beginning that this is only physical, that the only thing you want is for us to not fall in love. Saying that we wouldn't work out anyway. So fuck, yes, I fell in love with you, even though I promised you not to.“

His eyes become wet as tears form underneath his lids. After a long pause, in a hushed voice, he finally replies „How long?“

You let out a shuddered breath, being too much of a coward to answer him.

„Tell me. How long?“ He is really trying hard to keep his voice steady and calm.

„..6 month“ your voice is barely a whisper.

After hearing your words he doesn't get angry nor disppointed. He doesn't even cry anymore. All he feels is pain. „Why didn’t you tell me?“

„Isn’t that obvious?“ you let out a humorless laugh, while Lando takes a deep breath and closes his eyes for a moment.

„But please, at least tell me why you are telling me this now.. after everything... What's the point of telling me now?“ He sounds completely hurt and confused.

„Because I can’t keep pretending. I can’t keep pretending that it doesn’t hurt me whenever you leave my apartment late at night, that it doesn’t hurt me whenever you flirt with someone else, that it doesn’t hurt me to know that you will never love me back. So I‘m letting you go.“

He tries to speak but his voice catches in his throat.

„Don't.“ he mumbles. It takes a while until he starts speaking again. „Don't say that, please.“

He looks utterly desperate now. There is a huge lump in his throat and his eyes are completely filled with tears.

„..we can’t continue this. You know that Lando. We both want something from one another that we cannot provide. You want something without any feelings. But I‘m feeling too much.“

Shaking his head repeatedly, it’s almost like he doesn't believe the things you say, or like he doesn't know what to say anymore.

„I..I can..change. You are.. enough for me.“ He sounds like he is trying to talk himself into believing the things he just said, but deep down he knows it's not true.

„I love you..“ He now seems to have a little bit of hope in him, as if his words might change everything suddenly.

You meet his eyes, you really want to believe him. But you know it’s not the truth. „Don’t say something you don’t mean. Please.“ Your voice is just a shaky whisper.

The hope in his eyes quickly disappears as he looks at you. He only said what you wanted to hear, what your heart needed to hear, but he didn't even believe it himself. He is completely and utterly defeated now and he just looks at you with a hopeless and helpless look on his face. He does care about you. A lot. Besides the sex Lando would even go as far as calling you one of his best friends. But he knows it wouldn’t be fair to you to force you into staying in his life.

Slowly his head goes down and after a few seconds of silence he whispers a few words „Can... Can you hug me one last time?“

Tears are falling down your cheeks. This is it. This is the final goodbye. So you take a step towards him, circling your arms around his torso. You press yourself against him, taking in his scent for one last time.

„..maybe in another life we’re meant to be together“

Lando closes his eyes while feeling your body pressed against his. He can't believe that this is the end. After a few minutes he softly kisses your forhead and whispers into your ear:

„I will see you in another life, y/n.“

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ENHYPEN Series

sinag | psh.

chapter ten

pairings: park sunghoon x reader

synopsis: waiting for a great plot twist in your life, the ruthless and powerful mafia boss park sunghoon forced his way in to it.

word count: 2.6k

warnings: contains harrassment, violence, guns, killings, abuse, obsessive love & other stuff. if you can't take this stuff, feel free to scroll away. let me know if i missed some.

note: there’s a slight change from the original one shot. anyway, please send me asks and reblogs are highly recommended! thank you so much, ily.

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“We found these inside her suite room, Boss.”

Sunghoon rests his liqour over the small table near him then pressed his lit cigarette at the ash tray. His toned muscle flex at his every move. He reaches over the small card Icarus was handing him.

With brows furrowing downward, he silently read the printed name of the company you seem to work at. He didn’t utter a word and just plays with it, falling deep into his own thoughts. The name of the place you’re currently employed in rings a bell. A bit familiar. Like he heard it before.

“We also managed to gather some of her personal belongings.” his eyes darts lazily at the things he laid over the table.

Some identifaction cards and also your passport. He licked his lower lip and stretches his arm to grab your passport. He opens it, revealing your information to him. Your name, birthday, nationality... everything.

“You may take your leave. Make sure there are men guarding her floor.” he instructed without sparing a glance to him. He saw him bowing from his peripheral before he take his leave.

The cold breeze blew towards Sunghoon, making his slightly long hair sways beautifully along with it. His eyes are fixed at your picture and his thumb gently caress it, a ghost of smile spreading across his face.

“Aelia...” he mumbled your name for the very first time. “My Aelia.” he added afterwards.

He tilts his head and clenches his jaw hard before fishing his phone from his pocket.

“Brother! I figured you’ll give me a ring sooner or later.” Jake’s voice hints teasing from it.

“You...” he starts, but halts his words.

Sunghoon couldn’t make out his emotions properly. He’s feeling so pissed for his friend keeping something very important to him, but at the same time still overwhelmingly happy after finding you.

“Well,” he can almost hear his smirk from the other line. “did you like my gift for you?”

He threw his head back then heaved a sigh.

“Since when?” he shortly replied, wanting to know more about this sneaky move his friend just pulled. He should’ve known something’s up from how his friend’s been so weird.

“Ever since I tried to sell the company to you.”

Another big and heavy sigh emits from Sunghoon after he realized how long was that. He almost lose his mind searching for you and all this time, his friend knew where you are. He felt betrayed, but a part of him are relieved to know that you are safe.

He flutters his eyes open, brows furrowing hardly at the realization.

“You sold it to me for 10 million? Do you fucking think she’s worth just that?” he seemed insulted like as if he was the one being priced and sold at a lower price. Not that he really sell you, its practically the company but Sunghoon’s being very dramatic.

Jake chuckles finding it hilarious how he didn’t even got mad at him for selling it at a very expensive price. He got offended for taking the interpretation that you only worth that price.

“Dude, I asked for that so I can take care of your girl while you’re busy taking care of some other things.” he finally explains. It made him more calmer, his jaw’s still hardly clenched but at least the idea of beating the shit out of his friend starts to subside.

“Meaning all these time, its you and your money whose taking good care of her. She’s living comfortably thanks to your resources.” he sounded like he’s trying to convince a kid and tricked him into believing that Santa is real.

Sunghoon fell silent, trying to sink Jake’s words inside his mind. He did a good job on revisioning the company and even made it perform well. He’s been updating him about the status of it even though he doesn’t really give much care of it as he was pretty focused on putting the Kwon’s down.

All this time, its not just the company. It was his way of letting him know that his girl is okay and living pretty well.

He draws in a big sigh, totally calmer than before.

“Thank you.”

Jake’s the one silent this time. He was expecting him to appreciate his effort, but not to this extent. He was expecting an earful of curses and death threats from him, but instead this is what he got.

He was amused. Beyond amused how you’ve already started to affect him. He lets out a scoff, couldn’t believe that you have this effect on him. It was just a hunch that you indeed have the potential to soften and tame the monster, but you are powerful. You have this power over him.

“The fuck? Not even a day of meeting her and you’re already under her spell? Who are you? Where’s the real Sunghoon? The real one would’ve cursed me out and will be super pissed at me.”

Sunghoon smirks and rests over the railings of the balcony. His eyes settles beneath the quiet road, it was almost empty as its already three in the morning.

“I am pissed at you.” his stern tone makes it obvious how he means.

“But since you kept her safe 'til this day, I’ll let you go.”

Jake smirks, “Even if your meet up is a little set up?”

“What’s important now is she’s here. She’s really here.” relieve was not the only thing you can hear from his tone. Some are curiosity on what’s about to happen next.

He can think nonstop about the things he wanted to do with you, but first he has to think of how he would explain everything to you. Because from now on, you will live your life with him.

You let out a heavy sigh before grabbing your phone and dialed your boyfriend’s number. Your jaw clenched when you've been directed over to his voice mail. It’s been three days ever since you two talked and you even argued. This is your last night here and so far its so good. Surprisingly nothing bad happened to you, and you don’t want to jinx it at all.

“Hey, Luke.” you said after the beep to leave him yet another voice mail. You didn't know how many you left already but still, you decided to do it again.

“I know you're upset baby. Please let’s talk once I get back there, hm? I love you.” you mumbled and ended it.

You grabbed your coat and key card of your hotel room. It was stressing you out so you wanted to get some fresh air to relieve some stress. It was already late which makes it a bit scary, especially that you're in another city. But you knew you needed some for tonight.

You breath in the fresh air you thought you’ve been needing for a while. You tried smiling as you watch the stars above you shines brightly. You were enjoying your time without even realizing what’s about to unfold.

After finally calming down and clearing your mind out, you decided to head back to your hotel.

On your way, you had this weird feeling that you're being followed. Your heart started thumping fast, specially that there are less people around this area. Terrified that someone really is stalking you, you hurried your steps.

But even before your can reach back to your hotel, you felt a strong grip over your arm. Your heart sank as you open your mouth to shout only to be covered by your captor. He held you firmly then covered your nose with a handkerchief making your eyes grew big and you tried to get away from their grip but it was too late.

The last thing you remember is how you slowly lose your strength, knees falling weakly. The person held you close to him and even whispered things you couldn’t understand as you lost consciousness. In the end, you felt them carrying you.

Sunghoon smiles as he stared down at your unconscious body over his arms. His men opened his car door for him and he puts you inside carefully.

“Have you prepared the hotel room I asked you?” he asks Icarus as he checks if your position inside his vehicle is okay.

“Yes, boss.”

He nods and Sunghoon walks around towards the driver’s seat. He glanced at your side before smiling again, reaching over your face to gently brush away the hairs covering it.

At the arrival to the hotel, Sunghoon parked his sports car right in front while his men's vehicle surrounds his for protection. The staffs of the hotel hurries themselves to stand right in front of it to welcome him. They've been informed about the vip that will stay at the top floor of the hotel, and after knowing its Park Sunghoon they couldn't help but to feel nervous.

After-all, he’s known for his bad temper.

“Welcome Mr. P-Park.” the head of the hotel stutters as he bows along with his staffs.

Sunghoon didn’t pay much attention to them as he asks for his room card. Some of the staff noticed him carrying your unconscious body, tears on the sides of your eyes. Just by the looks of it, they knew you didn’t come here voluntarily.

None of them asked anything about you, nobody even dared to look at your direction longer than fiver seconds.

The moment he managed to get the keys to your room, Sunghoon struts towards the elevator along with Icarus and some of his men.

“Should we tie her hands?” Icarus asks.

Sunghoon’s eyes darted at your wrist. His assistant is already getting ready to tie her when he stopped him.

“No. I don’t want it hurting her wrists.” he says too softly and then sat at the side of the bed to look at your sleeping state.

He wiped off the tears at the corner of your eyes and using his thumb, he caress your cheeks.

“My love, you are finally here with me.” he whispers.

He sighs, “You are so beautiful.” and he roams his eyes over your pretty face. He’s still in trance. Despite being able to hold you and touch you like this, sometimes he still can’t help but to think that he is dreaming.

Scared that this are just his illusions, he somewhat wished not to wake up from this. If it means he will be with you, he don’t want to leave. He wants to be where you are and where he can have you like this.

“Sir, Mr. Sim called saying he needs to discuss something with you.” he sighs and nods his head before standing up.

“Leave some of our men inside the room incase she tries to escape or do something that can hurt her.” he reminds his men before leaving the room.

With a low grunt, you slowly opened your eyes only to be greeted by an unfamiliar room. Your head aches in attempt to recover memories from last night. It was just then you remembered that you were abducted.

Fear spread across your chest as you roamed your eyes around, sitting up from the bed. There are men wearing familiar suits. You’ve seen it before, you just don’t have any idea where.

“W-Where am I? Who are you?!” you asked frantically and tears spreads across your face.

Even when you are crying, they seem to don't mind. They are just standing at the corners of the room, two by the door.

You don’t know how many hours that you’re passed out, but you knew its been a while. Your throat felt dry from crying and screaming. One of them did offered water, but you refused. You’re afraid that they put something in it.

The fact that this is happening on your last day of the trip makes you go crazy. Nothing good really happens whenever you go out of the country. Everything seems to be find until you got abducted by these people. This time, you think this will really be the end of your life.

Dark thoughts starts to occupy your mind. Will they kill you and sell your organs to the black market? Probably. Or put you into slavery. That’s just so awful. A lot of bad scenarious flashes through your mind and it was making you feel much terrible.

The door then burst open, making you jolt a bit. Soon, a man walks inside. His eyes looked at your way and he bows politely which caught you off-guard. The other guys around seems to look up on him so you assumed he have more power than them, so why is he bowing at you?

“The boss will see you in a bit.” Icarus said, informing you about Sunghoon’s plan to visit you.

The boss? Your brows furrows hardly at his statement, but kept your mouth shut. Tears still pool your eyes, cries a little more silent than before. If he isn’t the boss, you can still try to convince him to let you go. You can beg him. Tell him that your you have terrible health so your organs won’t sell good.

“Please let me go.” you begged him softly, eyes glistening with so much emotion.

Icarus stared at you with blank look over his eyes. He sighs and glanced away, trying to talk to some of the men reminding them of what to do next once the boss arrives.

Your heart fell. He didn’t even say anything or even talked to you.

Not long after, you heard the door opening and it revealed some ethereal looking guy. His hair was brushed up and it looked so soft, his face blank and seems like he’s the one in-charge. So much power he holds just by walking inside the room.

You can’t properly describe it. He just have this aura. He’s wearing a suit that perfectly fits him, showing off his model like proportions. It feels so illegal to see him walking here and not on runways.

Both of your eyes met and you are a bit taken aback because he’s very good-looking! His skin was fairly white and his features were beautiful altogether. He’s very intimidating too.

“Did you hurt her?” his voice ringed inside your head. He was asking the guys around but his eyes never left yours.

You gulped and even if you’re feeling very scared and intimidated, you raised your chin up and stared back at him. You glared and clenched your jaw to keep them from shaking.

“No, boss.” one of them answered. As expected, he is the one in-charge.

He nodded and slowly walked closer to you. If he’s good-looking from afar, he’s breath-taking up close. He looked so handsome and intimidating at the same time. Those moles all over his face sure add some charms in him.

“I’ve been searching the whole world for you, love.” He softly mumbled before he raised his hand to caress your cheeks carefully like as if you’re something so fragile.

Something about his caress lit something inside your stomach go crazy. It was definitely wrong because he was the one who abducted you and he’s probably a bad guy. Not to mention that you have a boyfriend but for some reasons, you cannot help it. There’s something about his gentle touch and his staring expressive eyes.

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[actuallysaiyan]

Kinktober Day 24: Dubcon(I adore the despair in your eyes...)

warnings/kinks: dubcon, threesome, smut, unprotected sex, mentions of oral sex(male receiving), kidnapping word count: 0.6k pairings: Link x Fem!Reader x Ganondorf teaser: “Awh, it didn’t take too much to get your lover to bend over for me,” Ganondorf claims, a smug look on his face. taglist: @beneathstarryskies. @loki-love. @witchofcustom @dreadsuitsamus @pyrofanatic

Being the lover of the Hero isn’t always easy. Knowing that you’re always going to be in danger really makes it interesting and risky at the worst times. You’ve managed to keep yourself safe for the most part, but sometimes things seem to take a turn for the worst.

Whenever Link isn’t around to keep a close eye on you, then you’re often a target that most of his enemies would gladly kidnap or hurt to prove a point to Link. This is such a situation that you knew you’d probably find yourself in, but it definitely turned into something so different.

Ganondorf isn’t a kind man, and he certainly doesn’t care much about your feelings. When you are kidnapped by him, you are so sure that he’ll kill you or torture you. You’re the key to Link after all. If he tries to do anything to you, he’s sure to lure your lover right to him.

Ganondorf surprises you by using you as his personal stress reliever. He sees you as holes to fill with his fat cock. You never expected yourself to enjoy it so much, but you always hide your pleasure behind tears and attempts to fight him off of you.

When your lover finally shows up, Ganondorf is balls deep inside of you.You can barely hide your face all contorted with pleasure. It gets worse when Link finds you and Ganondorf in the bedroom. There’s a look of shock and pure anger when he sees what the Gerudo is doing to you.

“Get off of her!” Link growls, coming closer.

Ganondorf laughs and he tugs on your hair a little harder, showing off your face. Your eyes are glazed over with lust. He’s been tricking you this entire time, trying to find different ways to get you to enjoy this. Ganondorf is no stranger to using pretty words or mind games to get you on your hands and knees with your ass on display for him.

“Awh, it didn’t take too much to get your lover to bend over for me,” Ganondorf claims, a smug look on his face.

Link is in shock. He’s not even really sure how to react. Surely you’d never enjoy this treatment, would you? You just look like you’re really enjoying it. And Ganondorf seems like he’s loving this as well. Link grows hard in his pants. He never knew that something so erotic could exist.

“Oh is the little Hero horny for this? What is it, Link? You want to fuck your girl too?” Ganondorf shoves you off of him, throwing you towards your lover. You whine softly.

“Come now, princess. You know you’ve been loving this…I didn’t even really need to convince you, did I?” There’s a maliciousness in Ganondorf’s tone.

Link is so quick to gather you up in his arms, but there’s something else on his face that you aren’t able to decipher right now. Just when you think you’re being saved, you feel your lover’s hands caressing you all over.

“The only way you could truly save her is to fuck her. Better yet, if you take one hole, I’ll take the other. Once we’re done with her, I’ll let you both go.”

You shudder at the words that are coming out of Ganondorf’s mouth. Surely Link won’t want to comply with this. But you’re so wrong. He begins removing his clothes and he puts you into the same position you were in before. He grunts when he spreads your asscheeks and sees how wet you are right now.

“That’s it! Let’s stuff her until she’s dripping, then I’ll let you both go.”

Your eyes roll back into your head as you feel Link slamming into you. You never knew he’d be so possessive and animalistic like this, but you wonder if maybe this is all a mind game from Ganondorf. You don’t have much time to consider any of this before Ganondorf is shoving his thick cock between your lips.

“Just a little more,” Ganondorf lies to comfort you. “Then I’ll let you go…”

[she-wolf09231982]

Foxhole Imagines

Sharing a foxhole with your favorite 101st Airborne Easy Company paratrooper while in Bastogne.

Featuring:

Joe Liebgott

Bill Guarnere

Joe Toye

Eugene Roe

Shifty Powers

Don Malarkey

George Luz

Floyd Talbert

Carwood Lipton

Bull Randleman

🪖♠️🦅~~~~~~~🦅♠️🪖

Bull Randleman

The man is built like a bear, it’s no problem keeping you warm.

When shells and debris are flying, he’s shielding you when he’s not watching the line.

“Stay down, darlin’!”

When you insist getting on the line to help, he protests.

“Damn, woman! Don’tchya listen!?”

When it’s over, he’s pulling you into him in that foxhole apologizing for yelling at you.

Carwood Lipton

Keeps it professional, even though he wants to let you huddle up onto him to get warm.

Your shoulder to shoulder sitting in the foxhole together.

You talk about the funny stuff Luz said, stories from home, his favorite baseball team, your favorite movie, and what Christmas is like where you’re both from.

When the Germans attack, you’re both on the line firing back.

When he rushes out of the hole to make sure everyone is taking cover, you lay cover fire for him so he doesn’t get hit.

If you dare leave that hole after him, you won’t hear the end of it.

He doesn’t want anything happening to you at his expense.

George Luz

Jokes, impressions, and laughing the entire time.

Always getting out to find snacks or bum cigarettes from the other guys.

Always willing to share with you when he gets back.

Quotes his favorite movies to you then goes into detail why those scenes are his favorites.

When chaos hits, your both firing back occasionally calling out to eachother over the noise.

“You ok??” “Ya!! You??” “Fucking good!” 👍

Floyd Talbert

When it’s slow and quiet, he 100% cannot keep his hands off you.

Uses “staying warm” as an excuse to pull you onto him.

If you let him, he’d have his way with you in that foxhole.

He’s an adrenaline junkie and getting some in his foxhole would be so fucking hot to him.

When Germans start acting up, he’s on the line, telling you to stay down.

After everything dies down, he’s still amped up.

Pulls multiple branches over the foxhole.

He gets back into the foxhole, “Pants. Off. NOW.”

Don Malarkey

He’s got stories for days.

Has rooted Irish pride, so he’s got Irish history and culture to educate you about.

Potatoes.

I feel he likes to hook arms with his ladies. He’ll have you hook his arm so you can lay your head on his shoulder.

When shit hits the fan, you got eachother’s backs.

He’ll look back at you when he can to make sure you’re doing ok.

If being Catholic taught him anything, it was to never take loved ones for granted.

He’s hugging you so hard after everything calms down.

Shifty Powers

He’s definitely talking about home.

Telling you how much of a better shot his dad is than him.

You try to convince him that he must be just as good since his dad taught him.

Tries to give you tips and tricks how to be a better rifleman/woman.

When an attack occurs, you’re on the line with him as he calls out to you to watch your sector of fire.

You’re not getting hurt on his watch.

Compliments you on how good you’re getting with the rifle.

“You’re going to get better than me some day!” 🥰

Joe Toye

He’s got an arm around you any chance he’s got in that foxhole.

Not very shy or afraid of anything, he’s sneaking kisses and caressing the sensitive parts of your hips and thighs.

“Nobody’ll see anything.” 😉

He’s not as pushy as Tab, so he settles for cuddles to stay warm.

He will not tolerate harm coming to his girl.

You’re ordered to stay put while he’s on the line firing at Germans when things flare up.

He’s back to holding you when everything is over.

“I gotchyu, doll.”

Bill Guarnere

Busting your chops most of the time.

Tells you about all the best places to eat back home.

Affectionately nudges you every now and then to show you he wants some attention.

Will not allow you to stand when conflict fires up.

If you don’t do what he says, he’s almost in tears from anger that something could’ve happen to his girl.

He’s not much for PDA, but he’ll kiss you when you promise to listen to him next time. (Because there’s always a next time)

Eugene Roe

He’s a gentleman sitting with you in the foxhole.

Shares his blanket with you.

He blushes hard when you suggest snuggling up to share body heat.

Hesitantly puts his arms around you to pull you into his chest.

You’ll hear his heartbeat thumping against his ribcage like a drum.

When he has to scamper out that hole to help the guys, you are providing cover fire so nobody hits your man.

When the rush is over, he returns to you afterwards, laying his head on your chest for comfort after the horrors he’s had to see.

Doesn’t hesitate to squeeze your torso to bring you as close together as possible.

Joe Liebgott

Loves sharing his foxhole with you…he gets to have you all to himself.

Will randomly ask for a kiss whenever you’re talking about something.

Of course talks about comic books he’s read and the ones he can’t wait to read.

Always wants you “on” him somehow.

Your head on his chest, on his lap, on his shoulder…leaves you zero personal space.

Has to be touching you somehow.

Shoulders leaning into eachother when you sit together, boots touching when your legs are straight out.

When the “Krauts” start up, you’re side by side firing back at them.

When everything is over with, he’s frantically looking you over making sure you’re ok.

“You sure you’re ok?? If something’s fucking wrong, you tell me, got it?”

When you insist you’re ok, he’s caressing and kissing your face all over.

“That’s my girl.”

🪖♠️🦅~~~~~~~🦅♠️🪖

@wordsaresimple-imnot not quite the ‘Foxhole Fantasies’ we were talking about but this was just practice. 😮‍💨😉

[sgojoenthusiast]

post breakup sex with jjk characters

toji - part 3

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‘but you know i’m always on demon time, baby, and you’ll never get me out of your mind, baby’

CW: smut, toxicity, nicknames (princess, sweetheart, darling), rough sex, dirty talk, blowjob, fingering, degrading, toji’s a dickhead, very slight hair pulling, spanking, praise, marking slightly, unprotected sex, creampie

word count: 2.9k

likes, comments and reposts are deeply appreciated! <3 enjoy.

-`♡´-

You: I need to come and get my things.

Toji: Come get 'em them, princess.

You: Don't call me that and no. I'm sending Satoru to come and pick them up. When he gets there, let him in and be nice.

Toji: Not givin’ your shit to anyone who ain't you sweetheart.

You: Unlucky because I don't trust you'll keep your dick in your pants.

Toji:

Well if you're as over me as you say you are, there won't be a problem, will there? See ya in 10 princess.

This was exactly the reason you ended things with him. He was cocky, rude, and thought he owned you and everything you did. So why the fuck did you get in your car and do exactly as you said instead of sending Satoru?

Every moment with him felt like you were intoxicated and like you were compelled to do as he said, which naturally he decided to take advantage of, until eventually (though it took long enough), you had realised your own self worth and broke up with him. All it took was nights of arguing, you threatening to leave, and his dick convincing you to stay.

You knocked harshly on his door, pleading yourself to stay broken up with him as you impatiently waited for him to open the door, and when he did, he was wearing that shirt he knew you loved. fuck.

"Well? My stuff?" he smirked at you. Asshole. You were undecided as to whether you wanted to punch that smirk off his face or make out with him where you stood. He'd always made things so much more difficult for you and honestly, you wouldn't have been shocked had he opened the door completely shirtless just to mess with you.

"Sure princess, right this way." he nodded his head behind him, but instead of moving out the way for you to get past, he just stood there, smirking. Honestly, Toji had no idea what he felt for you. In the beginning, you were just another girl willing to share a bed with him, though he thinks your unwillingness to do it again was what compelled him to ask you on a date followed by many more because he was shocked that there was a girl out there who wasn't on her knees begging for a second night. Eventually, he'd got you to come around. Though when he did, he realised how in love you were and quickly decided to use it to his advantage.

He'd ask you for money daily, even when he had enough, and he would trick you into making you think you did something wrong so that you'd do anything in your power to make it right again, he'd only show affection on his terms, and flipped the blame when you'd be upset about it. Even when you soon caught on and the feelings you had for him began to fade, he couldn't shake the need that came with wanting to be near you. You were the only woman who'd ever made him crave something and he couldn't just let that go.

You stood glaring at him in disbelief. "Real mature, Toji. Now move."

"Why don't we just talk about things, princess? Aren't ya willin' to sort this shit out with me?"

You rolled your eyes at him, shaking your head. "See, this is exactly why I should have sent Satoru. You only want to sort shit out with me so you can use me. I'm done with you, Toji, now let me get my things."

Reluctantly, Toji moved out the way, forming a plan b in his head. "Y'know, I'm shocked 'ya don't see what'cha doin' to me. I was never usin' you. Hell, i'd get on both knees right now and beg 'ya to take me back if I thought it'd work.``

You turned around. Bingo. He knew all he had to do was try and get you into a situation you couldn't refuse, and here you were, soon ready to watch him beg, and soon ready to take him back.

"Oh yeah? Do it then, Toji. Show me how much you miss me, and maybe I'll think about taking you back. Because, right now, I'm not all that convinced you want me, but maybe I've been misled, hm?" you walked over to where he was standing, prepared to watch him back down, but to your disbelief, Toji got down on both knees, staring you directly in the eyes as he did so.

He grabbed onto the material of your skirt, begging. "Please. Please take me back. 'M nothin' without 'ya. You're all I think about and you're all I crave, day and night princess. Can't stop fuckin' thinkin' about 'ya and it's insane.Iinsane what 'ya doing to me so i'm beggin' 'ya just please, please, please take me back."

Your eyes were wide as you realised this was exactly what he had wanted. His hand on the hem of your skirt slowly reached down your bare thigh, smoothly gliding underneath your skirt as he gripped onto your skin whilst he never once looked away from you. "C'mon princess, I need an answer."

The hand under your skirt moved to lift some of the material up, not enough to expose you, but just enough he could kiss your thigh gently and repeatedly. he peppered kisses all over your thigh as you stood above him in complete silence and shock, not knowing how to react to his submissive state, though you knew it was only a matter of time before he'd have you underneath him. Should you surrender? Definitely not. Was it tempting? absolutely yes.

Toji looked up at your shocked features and smiled that same cocky smile that made you clench your thighs together, yet the action doesn't go unnoticed as his hand remains between them.

"You likin' this, darlin'? You like seein' me on my knees?" his hands wandered further up, one of his fingers teasing the lace of your panties before he reached up and began pulling them down. "d'ya wear these knowin' I'd be takin' 'em off 'ya?" he asked, looking at the lace material.

You turned your head away, ashamed you'd let him get his way with you even after your many mental pep talks and the previous ego boost of seeing him on his knees.

"Fucking look at me when I'm talkin' to 'ya, sweetheart." he snarled, lifting himself to stand up and above you. He grabbed your chin, forcing your head in his direction as you kept your face as stoic as possible, refusing to show any sign of pleasure, sadness, anger or whatever the fuck you were feeling in this moment because whilst you were struggling not to capture his lips in a kiss. You were also struggling not to punch him in the face for even trying to fuck you tonight, depsite your lack of an attempt to stop him.

Toji pushed you towards his sofa, pushing you to sit on it whilst you complied. He began unbuckling his belt as you looked up at him with regret. This only seemed to turn him on more as his cock grew harder with each second that passed by. You bit your lip in both anticipation and unsureness. One last time wouldn't hurt, right?

Wrong. You knew this, yet you ignored it. You knew 'only once more couldn't hurt' would hurt as you had been there many times before with Toji. It was only the beginning of a self loathing and damaging cycle yet the sight of Toji pulling his lengthy cock out his boxers made every negative and doubtful thought about this leave your mind with haste.

"Make me cum and I'll treat 'ya nicely in return, deal?" you nodded vigorously. "and no hands, wanna see it all in your mouth, alright, princess?"

You began licking at his tip as he caressed your cheek. Those small licks soon transitioned into his whole tip in your mouth as you began questioning how you'd do this without your hands.

You skillfully moved your tongue around his cock, sucking and licking at his tip as his hand moved to pull your hair back into a makeshift ponytail. "Fuckin' love this mouth. C'mon sweetheart, you can take a bit more. Know 'ya can." he groaned, eyes shut loosely as he pushed your head gently forward, encouraging you to take more of him in your mouth.

Soon, you were gagging and choking on his dick, hands grabbing at his thighs whilst he fucked your mouth mercilessly. You tried to move your tongue in ways to pleasure him yet it all proved difficult by the way he shoved your head onto him without consideration for whether or not you could breath.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck- takin' me so well, yeah? Knew you could do it, just needed my help didn't 'ya princess? So fucking incompetent. Can't do shit without me yet 'ya tryna fucking leave me? Stupid slut- fuckk!"

His grip on your hair tightened and his hips began to stutter as he slowed down slightly. You took this as an opportunity to shift your tongue around his dick to pleasure him. All you could ever think about was his pleasure, and that thought was what pushed him closer to the edge before he came heavily in your mouth. A string of muttered curse words fell from his lips as he threw his head back and closed his eyes tightly.

You removed your mouth, swallowing deeply. "Fuck- good fucking girl, making me cum like that. You ready for your reward, princess?"

He picked you up off the seat , sitting himself down in your place.

"Want you to kiss me, Toji."

He'd realised he'd gone this past week without you, craving just a brush of your lips, and he hadn't even kissed you yet. So when you asked him so kindly with such sweet and innocent eyes, it didn't even take him a second for your tongues to be caught up as he kissed you so needily as you sat on his lap.

His mouth trailed down your jaw and down your neck, leaving marks for you to stare at regretfully in the morning, before he took off your shirt and bra and marked his way down and across your tits. He slowly took one in his mouth as his eyes pierced yours whilst you rubbed yourself up and down across his leg.

Getting the hint, he pushed you down, bending you over his lap causing your skirt to hitch up. he moved the clothing out the way as much as possible, yet kept it on as all he could think about when he first opened the door was fucking you in it.

"Next time 'ya try to leave me, remember what I do for you. Could've just let you suck my dick and called it a day but no. Unlike you I'm not a shameless whore who'd do anything just to fuckin’ come."

He pushed one of his fingers inside your pussy before you could reply, earning a slow whine from your lips. His pace was leisurely though his attitude made him look as though he thought he was giving you the world, which was undeniably true as he sat there wondering what else you could possibly ask of him.

"Please go faster, Toji. I need it-" you blabbered mindlessly as another finger slid past your pussy. His pace quickened only very slightly as he stared down at your shaking form begging for more.

Toji began to laugh. "Fuck! It really didn't take me that long to get 'ya like this, princess. You sure you're over me? You sure you want nothin' to do with me? Cause it don't seem that way to me, 'ya know. C'mon sweetheart, 'ya over me or not?"

You nodded profusely as your hands clawed at the sofa and your mouth let out screams of pleasure. Your body betrayed you yet you still hung onto whatever shred of self respect was left because despite the truth being incredibly evident by the scene in front of him, you'd still rather die than admit you were still in love with him.

Toji rolled his eyes at you and pulled his fingers out from you, earning a whine at the feeling of being empty. "Don't you fuckin' lie to me, princess." he snapped, hitting the fat of your ass as hard as he could. You mewled in pain yet you still muttered words of how much you loathed him and wanted to leave him.

"'M not lying, Toji. I'd fucking leave you in a heartbeat if I could." you sniffled. another sharp yet harsh laugh from Toji as he slapped your ass again, just as hard as previously, before he leaned back with his arms stretched out on the sofa.

"Go on then, princess. Leave. Don't forget, your panties are still by the door." he smirked down at you.

This was it. It was either you leave now, block him from your existence to spare you the embarrassment of what you had already done but also spare you from ever trying to contact him again, and finally have whatever respect you still had for yourself within you left to hold onto.

However, if you stayed, all that would be gone, and you'd wake up in his arms and begin the day by making his breakfast before your own before putting every other one of his needs throughout the day above your own as well.

You tried. You tried to get up and leave but the feeling of one of his hands sliding up your leg and grazing your clit made you give up the remaining strength you had, falling back down onto the sofa and pushing your body against his.

"Good girl, knew you'd make the right choice." he cooed before inserting his fingers inside you again with a much quicker and much more satisfying pace than before.

His fingers moved rapidly inside you, hitting that spot inside you over and over again as you gradually tightened around him as you got closer to your release.

Though Toji was not a nice man. Not nice enough to promise you a reward and then proceed to grant it to you.

So, as you clenched around his thick fingers, warning him of your oncoming orgasm, his fingers came to an abrupt stop as the knot in your stomach began to fade.

"What? I was so good for you- I did everything you asked- I stayed." you sputtered out cries of confusion. You wailed at his cruelty, eyes glossed and tears staining your cheeks, searching his fixed face for an answer yet he showed you none as his only reason for denying you was for the hell of it.

"Stop your whining. What, you'd rather come on my fingers than my cock?" he asked annoyedly, thought it caught your attention as you shook your head. "That's what I thought, now get off and get ready to take my dick, slut."

Hurridley, you removed yourself from his lap and waited, facing him, on the edge of the sofa.

Toji, however, took his sweet time in removing his shirt, taking off your skirt and then finally moving to, once again, free his dick and spread your legs wide as your head lay on the arm rest.

The tip of his cock ran smoothly through your folds, teasing you maliciously as you bucked your hips against him.

He leaned down, capturing your lips in another kiss before nibbling at the bottom lip and pushing his dick in. You winced at the intrusion, yet did everything in your power to stay strong and make sure he felt good so he would tease you by pulling out.

Your arms hooked underneath his, clawing at his back as your eyes were screwed tightly shut. Toji whispered praises in your ear about how well you were taking him.

He groaned lowly in your ear as he pushed more of his dick in, stuffing you full. "You see that? You see my dick inside you? See how your pussy was made for me?" Toji asked as he pressed on the bulge on your belly, earning a moan from you.

The more desperate Toji became, the less regard he had for how much pain you were in as he started moving inside of you.

Soon, he was pummeling his cock in and out of your pussy as his hair clung to his face. "Can't fuckin' resist you, princess. This pussy's too good, I'll never get enough of it."

The pain began to subside as it washed away into please, his cock bullying you into a submissive, whining mess.

Your hands grabbed onto his back as his clung onto your thighs, both of you moaning and panting profusely, not being able to get enough of each other's bodies. His dick hit the perfect angle as your pussy sucked him in possessively, refusing to let him fully go.

"Fuck, yes- gonna cum inside 'ya, stuff you full of my cum, bet you'd love that, huh? C'mon sweetheart, come with me please, I need to feel you cum around me."

"Shit- Toji, 'm gonna cum! Can't take it any longer-"

The knot finally snapped, causing you to tighten around Toji as he followed shortly after, fulfilling his promise of stuffing you full.

Your bodies were hot and sweaty and you panted against one another excessively. You stayed like that for a while, foreheads resting against each other as you occasionally peppered a few kisses against one another.

"Shits so good and you wanna leave me? Don't make me laugh, princess, and don't make this shit harder by being dramatic. Just fucking stay." Toji muttered against your lips.

Despite your mind screaming ‘no’, you whispered back a meek "Okay."

[gigidragonbbxxx]

How I Understand the Law of Assumption

Firstly, the Law of Assumption is so true and so powerful but I feel like for myself and any others who are interested, I wanted to lay out my personal philosophies and personal methodologies to manifest the things I want.

Opinion:

I believe that affirming + persisting is just an avenue to help one get into the state.

I am sick of seeing these "a+p vs states" debates on twt.

affirming + persisting = saturating the mind to create a dominance of favorable thoughts

the dominance of favorable thoughts = inward convincing of self that these affirmations are true = embodiment of state = outwardly seen as a shift, 3D follows suit

that's it.

I do have a theory though that the people who achieve success with conscious creation/manifestation are the people who work on self concept. Do you have to start there? No! BUT I feel like when you shift self concept to a favorable opinion of self, it is easier to get into the state of having it all. Affirming and Persisting in self concept affirmations is just a way to keep the mind saturated.

HOWEVER. PLEASE. TAILOR AND CUSTOMIZE YOUR AFFS. IF THERE IS NO ONE TO CHANGE BUT SELF PLS USE STUFF THAT ACTUALLY RESONATES.

examples/walkthrough:

The actual feeling at FIRST

not feeling loved, convinced of evidence by the 3D that you are not always the favorite, you have never been chosen

Choosing to Affirm:

I am loved. I am chosen. I am the favorite. (all these are also affirmations with underlying SP connotations but mainly SC bc they are umbrella affs)

Still not getting results? Change the affs to something your mind can BELIEVE.

Tailored Affs:

I have felt unloved and second place in the past but I know going forward that I do not identify with that anymore and I am entering the phase of my life that shows me I am loved, that I am not second place. (I know my revision girlies will say not to even acknowledge the past but most people hardly have a grip on revision, you must emphasize the psychology of your current status. revision is ineffective if you're still in belief that it will repeat. only revise if you really know you can believe in that.)

The Persistence: THIS IS WHERE PEOPLE FUCK UP.

You now want to be loved and chosen and first place and the favorite. So now you must persist in this new reality.

AKA: REJECT THE THINGS IN YOUR LIFE THAT REINFORCE THE OLD STORY. This is not the same as IGNORING your reality or 3D.

If your SP is showing up unfavorably, have the self concept and strength to ignore them until they show up favorably.

If your friend group keeps making you be the third/fifth/seventh wheel to things or putting you down, find new friends.

If the coffee shop you frequent is rude and keeps fucking up your order, YOU CHANGE COFFEE SHOPS.

Embodying the State:

after you take your attention from things that do not show up favorably for you and give your attention to things that reinforce your new affs, DWELL IN THIS STATE.

Suddenly your SP feels your withdrawal. They might start making moves to get you back.

Your friend group misses you and are jealous of your new friends. Your new friends uplift you and remind you that you are indeed chosen and loved.

The new coffee shop baristas remember your order and sometimes give you free food when there's extra.

Enjoy being here! You've shifted! Congrats!

Some Notes to emphasize:

Affirming and Persisting is not the only way to embody the state. It is just the fastest way I have personally done it. I also believe its therapeutic and it's a form of self love. It's a beautiful thing to say such positive things about yourself. I also would rather listen to a looping track of my voice saying "Everything goes my way" while I do my daily chores (pls do not neglect your life to affirm) or workload than silence.

You can do whatever you want, including jumping right into having the "feeling" by "claiming it" (I view these as affs...) bc the trick is truly believing.

The Key is Faith.

xx, gigi

[jinkookspencil]

Helloooo how are you????? Could I plz request for a jungkook drabble where he and his gf spend an evening at a funfair...so stuff like them going on scary rollercoasters together...feeding each other typical funfair snacks...and ending their day on the ferris wheel with kisses (cliche i know hahaha)... also I saw how you wrote that you have been feeling down recently...Wish you better days :))))

hi!! tysm for requesting! this is adorable and unintentionally reminded me of the speak now taylor swift album, i listened to it as i was editing <3 and thank you for your words/wishes/concern - my mental health has been…. rocky but at the very least, I’m in a better place mentally than i was when you submitted this. and it took a whiiiiiiiiiile to feel better so it took a while to do anything and write this (sorry) - but better late than never! i hope you like it!! <3 

wonderstruck | jjk

jungkook convinced his fearful girlfriend to try out a rollercoaster at the funfair...

tags + wc: jungkook x reader (f) / fluff / one-shot / established relationship / clean / ~1.5k

“If I do this, you owe me a churro,” you say, looking up at the rickety death trap looming over you.

“Done,” Jungkook smiles, kissing you on the cheek. He forcefully pulls your hand from your own grasp until he’s able to hold it, giving you reassuring squeezes and pep talks throughout your short wait in the line to the rollercoaster cart. With your hand still in his, he pulls you to the very first cart.

“Oh fuck no,” you protest, trying to pull him away to another cart, but failing. He barely moves an inch.

“Baby, baby,” he giggles, succeeding when he pulls you closer to him. “The front is less scary!”

“Don’t lie to me!”

“Ask him!” Jungkook points to the attendant, who merely nods in response, hiding his annoyance that your resistance held up the visitors loading onto the ride. 

Reluctantly sitting on the cold piece of metal, Jungkook could see the terror in your eyes as reality sets in when the safety bar is pulled down against your bodies. 

“You good?” he peeks, trying to read your face and think of any possible way he could calm you down. Jokes, a kiss, ill-timed dirty whispers, and flashing his abs always did the trick - but none seemed appropriate or doable then and there. If all else fails, he hoped his smile could do something.

“If we die…. we die together. There’s something beautiful in that…. right?”

Jungkook smiles when your eyes finally land on him, and he sees most of your fear fade away, replaced by what he could only assume was love, if not comfort. Either way, it meant the same. Whether his smile was what did it or not, his happiness only grew.

 “There is. Pretty dark, baby, but… there is. I mean, I do want to spend the rest of my life with you.” 

The smile on your face was too brief. The cart is jolted onto its tracks, and Jungkook is deafened and delighted by the sound of your screams and calls of his name, which last all the way through the track until the cart comes to a complete stop once again. 

Peeking at you at once, he tries to conceal his amusement, yet it shines through along with his concern. “Are you okay, baby?” he asks with raised brows, a hint of a smile, and wide eyes as you catch your breath.

“….I think I can do that again,” you murmur. 

Laughing, he throws his head back against the headrest. “I knew you’d love it. Let’s go to another one, the scarier ones. I’m not letting you settle on this one.”

“Deal, Jeon Jungkook,” you say. The metal bar whizzes away from you and Jungkook hops out of the cart just as fast, holding his hand out for you to hold as you jump out after him. “But only if you hold my hand like this whenever you can, alright?”

“You don’t even have to ask.”

Jungkook kisses your hand before you can take another step, holding you tight as you whizz and weave through the crowds. 

“Wait, Jungkook! About that churro….”

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“It all seems like toys from up here. Not scary at all, actually.” 

Looking over the funfair far below you, each ride, stall, and booth was now lit up in an array of neon colors and flashes. Distant screams and carousel melodies are faint from so high above, people seeming small as ants, pixels on a computer, or, he guessed, miniature toys as you described it. 

“I knew you had it in you,” Jungkook giggles, kissing your cheek and pulling you tight against his chest, not caring that it was practically impossible for you to be any closer. Already caged into his body, you rub your head in the crook of his neck, taking off your matching animal headbands to better fit against him. His other hand only leaves your thigh a couple of times to grab the occasional handfuls from the popcorn bucket resting on your lap. “There’s nothing you can’t do, honey.”

“I think that statement applies to you, Koo,” you giggle, gesturing towards the third-wheel accompanying you on your compact Ferris wheel seat: the giant plushie he’d won you at a game booth. “I nearly took the guy’s eye out trying to win it. And you beat me at the duck shooting game and that stupid guessing game.”

“Well, first of all, you won this,” he begins, showing you the cheap plastic watch on his hand, “- at the ring toss, which is notoriously difficult. Don’t sell yourself short. And you could easily win the guessing game, too, you know? It’s just physics! It’s not so hard to guess how much candy was in the jar!” Jungkook ignores you rolling your eyes.  I’ll give you the others, though. Darts is a skill I mastered in the dorms…. and I was going to let you win the shooting game but I won before I even realized I was in the lead. I guess I just have a good eye.”

“Well, obviously. If you didn’t have a good eye, you wouldn’t be with me, now would you?”

Jungkook chuckled heartily at your comment, and considering the way you moved your back and snuggled in position, he was sure you’d felt the laugh escape him through his chest against your back. He couldn’t help it - he loved seeing you all confident. “Well, obviously. It’s the perfect set of eyes, actually - it has a secret power, too. Want to know what it is?”

“If you see the future, then you probably missed a very cool job opportunity of opening up a booth here.”

“Make that two secret powers, actually. One for each eye!” Jungkook is too excited at his sudden idea, sitting up to face you directly and make sure you were following along and listening to every word. “This eye,” he begins, pointing to his right one. “This eye acts as a compass. It led me to my soulmate. That day we met, I noticed you the moment you walked into the room. I know it’s a compass pointing to my soulmate since I’ve been unable, and unwanting, to take my eyes off you ever since.”

You roll your eyes in an attempt to tease Jungkook’s cheesy words, but you know his words to be true - it was always hard to ignore both his gaze and the rush you’d feel whenever you feel his eyes on you, always lingering for far too long. 

“You were right about the other eye. The left eye sees the future. My future.”

“And what do you see in your future, O’ Mystical Jungkook?” you tease, widening your eyes and waving your fingers.

“I see you.”

Jungkook’s tone is serious, yet it doesn’t stop a shy smile from appearing on his face when he sees the same on yours. 

“Exactly where I should be,” you reply. “A mysterious, traveling fortune teller I’d met as a child told me that I’d fall in love and spend the rest of my life with another clairvoyant.”

“Then I guess I’m in the right place, too,” he smirks, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Before you could nod in response, his lips are on yours, and his arms pull you close to him once again. You don’t pull away from one another until a loud boom sounds out from behind you, alerting the two of you to the sudden visual of colored sparks lighting up the brighter night sky. Jungkook always loved fireworks. Every time, the sight of a colorful sky was always so enchanting… but was even more so was the love of his love right beside him. Captivated, he takes in every wonderstruck expression on your face, every burst reflected in your eyes, and every second. Yet he held himself there, resisting the urge to spill out his heart and kiss what enchanted him most, to take in the scene a moment longer. It was practically a scene from a movie or a fairy tale ending, too picture-perfect to forget. Jungkook could wait patiently to do what he wanted to - certain he’d have the rest of his life to do so…. yet no ride that day gave him the same burst of adrenaline as the second you pulled him by his collar and kissed him soft and slow with the same certainty of an eternity together. 

[jennay]

Stay Strong

Request: What if the reader has struggled in the past with depression and even attempted suicide. She wants Nick to give her her first tattoo since she wants something that she can look at to continue to push her through her tough times. Noah will be there with her holding her hand while she gets it. He has been her rock and has helped her through her struggles.

Warnings: Talks of Suicide/depression/cursing/angst/regret....not in huge detail but enough to warn.

Master list

An: I lied I posted it tonight. Hope you enjoy this one! I tried to give a background story to make the tattoo more meaningful. If you want to be tagged in future Noah stuff let me know!

I'm still taking request for now too!

Life hadn't been the kindest to you, and even though you wore a smile on your face and told everyone you were OK, there was a piece of you that felt you would never get better.

How do you cure depression?

The medications made you feel like a zombie, and counseling never seemed to do the trick no matter how hard you tried; every day was a fucking battle, one you didn't want to fight.

The first attempt you made to end your suffering, you were just thirteen. You'd barely experienced the joys of life but had lived through enough trauma to make you not see the light at the end of the tunnel.

The second time, you were fifteen. You spent two weeks in a mental health facility, and you felt you were on top of the world. You would concur life and vowed never to feel that way again.

You hated the look on your mother's face, and you watched Noah slowly back away from you. Seeing how your choices affected your closest friends and family brought more pain.

You promised Noah it wouldn't happen again; he didn't need to fear losing you because you would get better.

It stopped for a few years, and you were convinced you were better, but two years later, your mother passed away, and it all started again. You were devastated, heartbroken. You didn't want to live without her. You moved in with your brother, and life changed completely. No more routine, no more late-night movies, no more mom hugs, and no more mom. Why was life so cruel to you?

A month later, Noah and you lie in bed talking about your dreams, hopes, and plans. You lived talking about these things with him. He always had the biggest ambitions and greatest desires, and then he dropped a bomb on you. He told you he was leaving, and you couldn't handle it.

The idea of living without him puts you in the darkest pits of hell. The one who talked you through things, who made you feel better, your rock, was leaving you to move to a different state. In that moment, you realized no one actually gave a shit about you. Everyone would leave you, and it was only a matter of time. You lied and told him you were happy for him and that someday you'd visit him, but you wouldn't.

Six months after Noah left, you couldn't do it anymore. You didn't want to and couldn't tell your brother. You stopped going to school, you laid in bed and cried. You lost your mother and Noah all in the same year. Life didn't feel worth living.

Noah remembered the day he got the phone call. He thought your brother was lying.

"They don't know if she's going to recover," Ben told Noah. "I don't know what to do or who to call. It's not like our mom and dad are around anymore." He sadly sighed.

Noah took a one-way flight back to you. He didn't know how long he would stay but knew he needed to get home to you.

You woke up in a hospital bed with Noah sleeping next to you. You couldn't remember what happened, but it couldn't be good if you were in a hospital.

You and Noah got into a huge fight when you were released from the hospital. He told you he wasn't going home until you went to rehab for your mental health. He wanted to pawn you off; at least, that's how you felt.

"Fuck you! You left me! This is your fault you screamed at him. "I don't want you here, Noah. I hate you. I hate you so much!"

Noah threw you over his shoulder, with you kicking and screaming as he walked up the stairs and into your bedroom. He set you on your bed, sat in your computer chair, and rolled in front of you. He hated this for you. He hated seeing your eyes red and puffy; he hated seeing your body tremble out of anger, but most of all, he hated that you hated him.

Noah tried his best to remain calm, but the more he stared at you, the sadder he felt. His eyes watered, but he quickly wiped them and leaned forward. His Brown eyes wandered your face. "What are we going to do?" He quietly asks.

You shrug, shaking your head, "I don't wanna be here anymore."

"Then don't." He pauses, leaning back in the chair, "Come to California with me."

You raise your eyebrow, knowing a fresh start could be nice. "OK." you quietly say.

Noah smiles, "This doesn't get you out of therapy, though… that's my number one requirement. You want to come with me? You need to get help."

You agreed.

You excitedly pull out your phone and show your boyfriend and Nicholas your chosen design.

"This is it," you say with a smile, feeling adrenaline. The tattoo is simple yet elegant, with cursive lettering that spells "Stay Strong" on your ribs.

It's a phrase that has helped you through many tough times in your life, and you want to make it a permanent part of you.

Noah beams with pride at the person you've become today, ten years. You have faced many challenges and obstacles but never gave up and continued to grow. You have overcome your fears and insecurities and learned to love yourself and others. You are his inspiration and his soulmate. "Yeah, it's to the point," Noah says. "Stay Strong is a good motto to live by." He squeezes your hand and kisses your forehead.

You nod, "I thought it was fitting." You look at Nicholas, who has been patiently waiting for your approval. He grabs your phone and observes the photo a bit longer. He likes the placement of the tattoo and the cursive lettering. He thinks it will suit your body and personality well.

"Let's get started," he says with a grin.

He leads you to the tattoo table and instructs you how to lie down and position yourself.

You feel the cold stencil being placed on your side, and you shiver slightly.

You smile graciously at Nicholas, who asks you if you are ready. You nod, feeling a mix of nervousness and excitement. Noah holds your hand throughout the process and encourages you whenever you flinch or cringe.

He reminds you how brave and strong you truly are. He whispers he loves you when he sees the tiny tears in the corner of your eyes.

He tells you how beautiful you are and how much he admires your courage.

"Fuck," you say when it's all done. "That was the weirdest sensation. It hurt but tickled all in one." You laugh, feeling a sense of relief.

Noah chuckles as you sit up, "Yeah, shit hurts." He reaches out his hand, helping you off the table, and wraps his arm around you, holding you close. "But it's worth it," he adds.

"Check it out," Nick says, pointing to the body mirror. You smile at the reflection in the mirror, admiring his work. The tattoo is simple yet holds so much meaning to you. It's a reminder of your strength and resilience and how far you've come. It's a symbol of your journey and your growth. It's a tribute to your past and a promise for your future. You feel proud of yourself and grateful for the people who have supported you along the way.

Noah stands behind you, watching you intently. He leans down, kissing you on the cheek. "I'm so proud of you, babe." He whispers in your ear.

You turn around, facing him. You smile at him, puckering your lips for a kiss, and Noah doesn't hesitate to fill that need. "I love you." you happily say. "I love you too, beautiful," he replies, looking into your eyes.

You hug him, feeling complete and happy. You have a new tattoo, a new memory, and a new reason to stay strong.

@thisbicc @yumikitten @lma1986 @chemicallady @niicoleleigh @waake-meee-up

[monorayjak]

I want to come out to the people I care about. I want to be honest with them. I've written and rewritten a letter to my mom about all of it tens of times now; I just... I'm scared.

What if they don't believe me? What if they try to convince me I'm wrong? What if I am wrong? And I just went through all of this because I tricked myself? What if its the exact opposite and they try to pull me farther for my own good without realizing this stuff takes time? What if my extended family finds out? I mean one of my uncles is already a mentally unstable bigoted religious freak who's considered killing people and himself before because he can. What if people I care about get hurt? But also... what if I can't keep going like this much longer? It hurts. So much. Its fucking with my grades, I'm scared. I feel like I'm fucking up so much.

It just... it feels like no matter what I do is wrong.

Holy shit

I'm living in a trolley problem.

If I take action, it's untelling how many will be affected; but if I don't take action it will just be me affected at first. But even if I don't take action, I get the feeling the people I care about will be hurt as well, just later on. You know... now that I've thought that through... maybe I should make a list of things that could happen depending on the choice, kind of like a pro-con list, but... is that stupid?

[mailjeevasfan]

hi! love your work <3 can i request some headcanons about living with matt and mello (together) it can me romantic or platonic, i dont mind either way ! tysm :)

that pic came out so low quality for some reason

thank you so much :’) i tried to do a mix and include a little bit of romance for each but i’d say it’s mainly general/platonic. i reaaaaally self indulged here

-matt and mello x gn! reader

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living with matt and mello hcs ❦

matt

-messy asf. he doesn’t do it on purpose but he’s just so unorganised and has a messy room and just causes chaos wherever he walks. that being said, he does know where everything is which pisses mello off SO MUCH. mello also routinely berates him for his mess

‘matt, what the hell is this on the counter?’

‘umm… the end of a cigarette?’

‘WE HAVE FUCKING ASHTRAYS FOR A REASON.’

-he is probably the one who is at home the most. he doesn’t like going outside, he just sits in and plays video games or watches tv. he only does anything productive if he reaaally has to

-that being said, you have to drag him out sometimes to avoid him getting too depressed from just sitting doing nothing for days. if you can’t motivate him then mello will gladly accept the challenge and come through without fail.

-matt is deeply appreciative of how thoughtful you and mello are, as roommates but also as friends. how well you know him, how easy it is for you to see what he needs when he’s at his lowest. once, (probably when he was drunk) and falling asleep on your chest, he expressed this out loud for the first time and you almost wanted to sob at his words. he comes off as someone who’s always so casual and sometimes maybe even awkward, so hearing this was a shock but a good one.

-if matt isn’t sleeping or sitting on the couch playing video games, he is probably lying on the floor or just doing weird shit. i can imagine mello coming home and just seeing matt doing a handstand against the wall, watching something (5 minute crafts) on his phone on the floor.

-dyes his hair often and changes up his look very frequently, so very often you find yourself following the smell of cigarettes only to the open bathroom door and find matt looking like patrick bateman due to him washing off his hair dye in the sink (cigarette still lit in his mouth, it’s basically a party trick at this point)

-whenever you have to go out he drags you back to bed and holds you as tight as he can with a smirk on his face

-whether you’re a smoker or not, you often light his cigarettes for him and it ends up being a much more intimate gesture than you anticipated. mello tells you to get a room

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mello

-he’s out of the house the most between the three of you but that’s kind of a given. lots of work to do you know being in the mafia and all, that kind of casual stuff…

-idk where i’m going with this or how to even explain it any more, but he always makes a conscious effort to keep alcohol in the house at all times like he is always just coming home with a bottle of something

-has lots of cool rock/metal posters in his room and when he’s not in his usual leather clothes he’s wearing band tees (u and matt steal them frequently and he pretends to be mad)

-honestly i want to say (solely for comedic effect) that he absolutely despises the smell of cigarettes in the house. you’ve never seen desperation like the kind mello exhibits when he begs matt to PLEASE SMOKE OUT OF A WINDOW.

-there is 100% a designated cupboard that is full to the brim with chocolate. all the same brand, flavour, type, whatever. literally everything. it’s all identical.

-when he’s feeling down about messing something up, even if it’s the smallest thing, he gets really really emotional and will immediately go to his room. he probably doesn’t cry often unless it’s angry tears but he doesn’t want even his most trusted people to see him like that. however you always know what to do, you leave him be but then convince him that he should let out his thoughts later, in a kind way of course. matt also helps him to feel better at times but you’re definitely there to bring him his chocolate and give him lots of hugs and kisses. he doesn’t speak too emotionally, but i can imagine a very soft ‘thank you’ after you help him

-blasts metal at 9am. no further comments

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both/all three of you

-matt cuts mello’s hair and mello occasionally dyes matt’s. matt gets so into it he thinks he’s a little hairdresser. they’ve also given each other piercings, they have about a 40% success rate. they’ve offered to give you one but you very politely decline. you always have to supervise in these situations because god knows what is going to happen with these two

-it is extremely common to have mini sleepovers in each others rooms. this is another thing that matt just gets a little TOO into, he wants the full shabam. he’s looking for matching pyjamas, chick flicks on the tv, endless snacks, and pillow fights. by that i mean he just starts relentlessly beating you and mello with a pillow without warning

-matt likes to shake you and mello awake at an ungodly hour and declare that you are going for a drive. he never actually plans anything for these drives, sometimes you don’t actually do anything but you enjoy them nonetheless. however it is extremely hard to get mello out of bed at a time he hasn’t decided on.

-you do the cooking, purely for everybody’s safety. mello likes to think he’s gordon ramsay but he fucks up the most basic things. matt is just a natural hazard with most things

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