#but that litteraly didn't come up in my brain

[cowboylikeghost]

yesterday my friend (which i'm not out to) asked me which celebrity i thought were hot and....well my brain went blank. It was weird bc usually when i was asked that question i would just say the names of people in my current fixation. But this time nothing came??? I got anxious because she kept pressing me so i said Pedro Pascal bc i just saw his ig post. So hum yeah i apperently cannot answer that question anymore.

[queer-overwatch]

Heyho, I saw this ship in some art and it hasn’t left my brain, may I request something with Venture x Lifeweaver?

Venture and Lifeweaver!

THATS SO REAL OF YOU THOUGH!!!!! -Xorn and Frisk

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They're literally both so hyper focused it's insane

But they both bounce off of each other in the best ways possible

Throwing idea after idea to each other and deep researching together

Niran 100% actually takes the time to try and improve their drill with hard light so they aren't just breathing exhaust and dust all the time

Venture pebbles, like LITTERALY they bring home small gifts they think Niran would like (this included sending them videos or even buying them books)

Venture had also 100% gone off about all of the ancient plant fossils they know about and has let Niran correct a whole bunch of their information.

They actually had a date where they pressed flowers together

They both love physical and verbal affection

SO MUCH PDA LIKE SO MUCH

They hold hands , kiss, nothing major like wholeheartedly making out but just cute and publicly normally displays of PDA

Niran has found so many rocks for them

Also they both ask questions to make sure the other is interested , they're just so sweet to eachter

Venture is reckless and Lifeweaver is their personal doctor <3

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And now, a blurb! -Frisk

"Right here, Sloane!" He pops his head out of a doorway, taking a few steps to lean against it as he gestures for them to come closer. "What've you got there?" Pointing to their closed fist, he glances back up at their face curiously.

"This is what I wanted to show you! I found the prettiest pink rock ever and it made me think of you!" Venture holds out their hand, a small, pastel pink rock in the center. It was a little dirty, but the shine was still visible in certain parts.

"Awww, Sloane, you really didn't have to bring it back here just for me!" Taking the rock gently, he brushes off some of the dirt and admires it with a soft smile, the fact Venture thought of him while on an expedition making a wonderful fuzzy feeling appear in his chest.

"I wanted to! You deserve it! Plus if I can find a yellow one we can match and put them together in a little case, just like us fr fr!"

He looks back up to them and nods, wrapping one hand around their arm and guiding them into their storage room as they ramble on and on about the properties of the rock they brought him. He doesn't really understand most of it, but he nods along away.

Two days later, Venture brings back a yellow rock just as they said they would. The two stones end up in a small glass case together, right in the corner of Ventures desk.

[polteergeistt]

Once you accept that the way you present doesn't determine your gender, everything feels better.

I'm a transgender man. It took my quite some time to accept that I could be a man even if I wore dresses and let my hair grow and do feminine coded stuff.

For example, before accepting that, when I went through a lingerie store with my mom, I felt horrible and almost had panic attacks. Now, I can look at the most revealing red bra with lace and stuff and wonder if I would look hot in it (didn't get top surgery yet).

Before that, I needed my hair cut often. Now, I'm willing to let it grow. Now, I can handle wearing feminine stuff and admit that I look good in it. I still do feel dysphoria sometimes, but I can manage it better.

This is all thanks to the men who don't stick to gender norms and to fanfic writers.

In fanfics, especially in the Ghost fandom, I see the ghouls headcanon'ed as trans, with a bunch of feminine features, and still be refered to with he/him, called handsome, all that. I also see it in Sleep Token fanfictions. And even if they're not trans, feminine stuff are still associated with them and that doesn't make them any less of men.

In the medias, especially bands for me, I see men with long hair, painted nails, sometimes with feminine clothing styles. They still look manly or androgynous at best. It makes me feel like I can do the same, even if I doubt it still.

Now I can litteraly do anything that isn't masc coded and think "don't care. still a man." And boy does that feel good. However I still dress in a masculine way and present masc as much as I can because that feels good too.

This all seems very monkey brain of me to say that feminine stuff somehow can defines one's gender. I know it cannot, but this is how I saw things growing up. This is how I still see things unconsciously sometimes. I'm still getting used to it. But sometimes, going by these rules for gender euphoria seeking purposes feels nice.

With that being said, I want to thank all the fanfic writers who trans their blorbos' gender and all the people who help people feel better with their gender by proving that there are no rules when it comes to one's own gender identity except the ones that are self made.

[mayg-b]

@sbk-zgvlt @psycheprincess

Chapter 2 of my fanfic :)))

Chapter 2

Welcome to your new life

Sebek was looking at the potrait in denial, it was his litteral proof to doom 

 

"it must be a dream, Im probably in some kind of coma and my brain is playing tricks on me, something like a lucid dream...that must be it

 

sebeks tense shoulders visibly relaxed, since it was a lucid dream he could atleast have a bit fun right?

..its not like all of this is real right?

 

knock knock

 

Sebek looked towards the door

 

"Come in"  he said quietly 

 

Maid from earlier opened the door, she looked like a cat got her tongue. But she didn't stopped at her place and came near Sebek and offered the cup of water to him

"h-here is the cup of water you...requested young master.."

Sebek took the offered cup and held it with both hands

"Thank you, are you alright?"

"Y-yes!...umm may I ask how are you feeling today"

 

"I'm feeling well, but I want to stay alone for a while"

 

"As you request?..."

Maid left, looking weirdly awkward

Well, not like Sebek can blame her or something 

 

•Sebek Zigvolt, the main antagonist of the book was a loud character, a bit too loud for a lot of people's liking, he lived alone with his grandfather Baul zigvolt., for to train as a knight , Sebek didn't lived with his family, he lived with his grandfather, why?•

 

 • because his grandfather was a high ranked soldier who retired, perfect person to train with. And for some reason that book never explained, Baul and Lilia hate each other,

desperate people made tons of fan theories for the reason, most popular being "Baul betrayed Lilia in war, but never got caught and Lilia never talked about it" 

While least popular and the most stupid being "they were ex-lovers" it came after novel illustrations 

Like, who thoughts that? People really should stop shipping just because the looks of the characters

 

• anyways Sebek was a hard-core Malleus fan in the book and wanted to be his guard...it was his litteraly only dream. He already had bad feelings towards the main character even from the start of the novel because he heard Silver was a human. Sebek despited humans. Due to racist reasons and war obviously. he didn't even joined Silvers welcome back party, a party Lilia prepared at the castle of all of the places. That alone just showed how close Vanrouge family was to royalty.•

 

Sebek pursued his lips

 

•Sebek refusing to attend made the already hate relationship between Lilia and Baul worse than before•

 

you already hate him tho, why get more mad when he and his family doesn't attends?

 

See readers, just another stupid plot hole definelty.

 

Sebek moved his head up and down as if he just made sense to something

 

since I'm only lucid dreaming, what should I do now?, showering would be nice actually...but before that...

 

when, the same maid, came to check on her young master. Who seemed to be a bit late for breakfast time (well, not late actually but Sebek always came 5 minutes early.. til now..) she lost it..

 

Okay, him being unusually quite was something she could understand. Sometimes his throat hurted to a very bad degree that he couldn't scream, that's why she already prepared medicine too actually.

But this? This was....unimaginable! Unbelievable! 

What was it you ask?

 

His highness crown prince's portrait! It was! It was!-

 

Covered by a white sheet!?

 

'World must be ending'

Thought the Maid as she sitted down due to shock

 

creaaak 

 

bedroom door opened and Sebek, who finished showing came outside, when he saw the Maid in that state, he slightly bowed his head to side and spoke

 

"is something wrong?"

poor Maid fainted, poor one indeed.

 

 

 

 

 

At the dinner table, Sebek was eating alone, of course there was various butlers and maids and some knights but he was the only one eating, seems like Baul was busy

 

'Isn't that Maid overreacting tho? I just covered the portait...I wanted to take it out but Eh, what if it comes off as a disrespect to the royal family?'

"..."

 

'Well I can't really blame the Maid, this Sebek did said he would go as far as to illegally camp outside of the castle doors if he couldn't become a knight...'

 

Sebek sweetdroped as he remembed the second-hand embarrassment he felt while reading that scene..

Well he really did not had a problem with this character like some others, really! He didn't minded that this character was loud and sometimes annoying, he was even sometimes happy that this character was proudly showing off his dreams and idol! 

And no! He definetly didn't hated Sebek of this world before reading the book just because his siblings never-ending teasing for having the same name! Definelt not! Where did you get that idea??

It just that..sometimes Sebek took his hate with Silver and fanboying with Malleus a bit too far but he won't be like that.

 

Not in his lucid dream that's it! 

 

 

Right now, Sebek was walking around the mansions garden, 

'the faces of the knights when he said he won't be training today will never not be funny'

but can you blame him? The garden looks very peaceful.

While walking he came near a deep pond and he looked at his reflection

'now that I think about it...Sebek was a crocodile fae wasn't he? But he looks so much like a human...I didnt saw anything while showering either, Eh, maybe he has some kind of transformation or something'

while Sebek was watching his reflection and thinking, a pair of hands pushed him into the pond 

'!?!?'

sebek, who was in shock, tried to swim back to surface but the water was too cold and his new little body wasn't used to swimming...

'Its scary! Its scary! But- I'm dreaming anyways, wouldn't I wake up if I die?....'

Sebek fainted as a Maid, and 2 knights hurried over to the pond while 2 other knights ran after the assasin..

 

End of chapter 2 

( I'm done with chapter 2 what do you think??)

[ele-sme]

i tried, hope someone like this

Okay, so this is over 1000 and i hope someone like this. Reminder im not English native so please be patience. I did this because i thought out there wasn't enough of them. Please if you have advise to how improve tell me i would love to improve.

By the way this is a Noccoro

Characters: Spider 14, Neteyam 13 and a half, Kiri 13 and Lo’ak 12

Spider pov:

Me,Kiri, Lo’ak and Neteyam were in the forest. Not to far, not to close. We sneaked out that Morning to go in the forest. Well i did it, then Kiri followed Lo’ak sneaked in and Neteyam who was worried for his little siblings tagged along.

“we should go back” Neteyam said, we weren't to far from the clan or hell gates but still he was worried that his parents would getted mad. Lo'ak clicked his tongue in annoyance at his words, lately he and Neteyam fighed a lot and had very little temper with eachother. “Nete we aren't to far from home” i said trying to reassure him, but he didn't even looked at me ignoring mine words, “if mom and dad find out” he continued “Spider is right, Neteyam we aren't to far away” Kiri said trying to reassure him too. “i don't care of what he said” he responded to her, those words cutted deeply into me. “what do you mean by that” she snapped “the nìyo’ olo’eyktan son can't care less about the others don't you know by now?”Lo’ak said with the same temper. They started to quarrel and i sitted down knowing this would have taked a lot.

I was still thinking about his words, he ignored me all week which was strange he never did that,we meet first, we become friends first, hell he was the one i thinked about when Norm telled me about love. He tolded me that love was diffrent from the love i had to him or Max and the other scientist.  “Love is an intense and deep feeling that involves people's hearts and souls. It's an emotional bond that goes beyond physical attraction and is based on emotional connection, mutual understanding and the desire to care for each other.” he explained. I couldn't say i had that so strong feelings for Neteyam, but whenever i thinked about him butterflys whould go all around my stomach, and everytime he brained out his hair in front of me i thiked about how nice it would have been to swipe your fingers in them. They way his eyes looked in the sun, getting brighed and to a color that looked like pure honey.  

Meanwhile i was thinking about it and they were fighting i hear something. “stop now” i say lound enough for them to stop, they all  looked at me asking if i was stupid or something, with my hands i communicate that i heard something. The sound was repeted and they're face now dropped looked at me thinking i knew what to do. When the sound came again i decided what to do “run” a soon as i said it Neteyam taked my hand and all four of us started to run. Mr sully always saided to us that if we were in the forrest out and heard something we found suspect to not wait to know what it was but to run to the nearest adult and then get help. But the most important thing he said was “if you are with someone else never separate” this was the part that Lo’ak and Kiri didn't understand because when i felled down and Neteyam helped me getting up they were vanish lefting us alone in the forest.  

“kllpa key” Neteyam kept saying about Lo’ak “koak kxetse” he kept saying about Kiri “kurkungs” he said about both of them. “Nete maybe you should calm down im sure they will come back soon” i tried to calm him down, “soon?SOON? IT IS ALMOST EVENING MEAL” he was so angry his tail  and ears were all up. “ why are you acting like you the only one who should get upset? I can litteraly ran out of air” i was angry too but atleast i wasn't being an asshole “good” he hissed “what wrong with you? Why you saying this things?! What did i do to you?” my voiced cracked making his ears fell down but his tail was still all up, i was tired of this bullshit and started to go away from him.

He hissed and throwned me on the grass then he putted himself on top of me,he picked his knife and putted it just centimeters above my chest “my mom said you are a demon,” he started to yell at me “your kind killed my clan, aunt and grandfather and...” he stopped for a moment for maybe thinking if saying the words he wanted to say, which he did “your father the head demon, brought only destruction and pain. I need to hate you!” he finally stoped and tears felling down his cheeks were now on my mask.  

I hugged him, maybe not the smartes idea since the knife could have cutted me open, but as soon my arms reached his back he throwned it away, hugging me too. “you know what?” i said after a while “what” he responded, we were still hugging “when you were on top of me with the knife just above my chest and the light was hitting you from behind i though that if i had to die at least i had die with a beautiful person immagine in my brain” maybe it was strange to say or to understand or both! But he did, he understood and he laughed so hard that he felled on my side. His laugh picked me too and we started to laugh for minutes.

When we stopped we were looking at each other, eyes on eyes. I knew what time it was and i knew what i needed to do, i mean the Great Mother  could maked it more clear. I  removed my mask and kissed him on the lips, after some seconds of maybe surprise he putted his hands behind my head pushing me for a longer kiss, which i unfortunately couldn't provide for the stupid fact that i needed a stupid mask to breath, but let me be clear if i had to die for not enough breath i wish is when I'm kissing him. He pulled away frist after hearing my effort to not die from apnea, which i repeat i would not regret, he easily putted my masck back in.  

“it was amazing” he said “it was tìme’em”  i continue “it was tìyo’” we both say at the same time and fall in another laugh. We talked for what it seems hours but it must have been minutes before Mr. Sully finded us, clueless of what happend and ready to ground both of us for staying in the forest even if we knew the way home. Honestly we didn't care, it was worth it.

[spikesbimbo]

Pretty Please

Req: may i offer the concept of - spike and his babies first time, when he took her v1rginity 🥺 sorta like a prequel type thing to your last spike fic? thank you sm for all your work bb!!

Pairing: Dilf Daddy Spike Spiegel x Reader

Tags: virg1n!reader , hurt/comfort, squirting, oral sex

wc: 2.9k

a/n: i love u anon, tks for making my dreams come true < 3

18+ Minors dni

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“You okay doll?”

You nodded slightly, somewhat lying as you felt an ache in your core after he pulled you into his lap. Watching tv as his hand rested on your upper thigh, his thick fingers subliminally working there way up, higher and higher.

Adjusting yourself multiple times, feeling his length grow bigger with each movement, embarrassment rising to your face as you rested your head in his shoulder. Your legs still draped over his, calfs resting on the couch. 

He was ignoring the feeling too, not wanting to get his sweet angel worked up and scared of him after unsurprisingly finding out you've never done ‘it’ in your words, the day you two got a little more intimate.

His cock growing harder at the thought of you telling him you’ve never been touched, or even touched yourself before. Internally feeling pain knowing that his baby has never felt a high from cumming, wanting to bring you there.

As your little hands gripped onto the suit that was layed on his chest, your innocent doe eyes looked up at him batting your eyelashes.

Yes you had a crush on him, he was tall, handsome, always took care of you, and he was older. The peek of gray coming through his hair, his big arms lightly wrapped around you, his deep warm voice that soothes you to sleep. It’s safe to say that you were in love with him.

Ever since he snatched you up that day almost a year ago, he’s taken care of you. Wondering why you were different, knowing he usually didn’t favor women, after hearing him and Jet talk about them. And if he did he only kept them around for a night, ‘litteraly’  kicking them out the next morning.

It shouldn’t make you heart flutter as much as it does, knowing you were special. But it was obvious at this point, always holding you hand went you two went out, him saying “it’s because I don’t want you to get lost”, to you asking to sleep with him at night, immediately opening his arms for you to crawl in.

You felt him move you hips, feeling you panties get wetter. Shuffling around trying to get the thoughts out of your head, thinking about how you tried to do what he did last night. 

All alone in the shower as you ran your hands up your body. You fingers lathering soap on yourself as you pinky hit your breast, letting out a moan at the feeling. Thinking about how you were moaning out his name like a mantra as he kissed down your body, paying special attention to every nook and cranny, loving how worked up you got just from putting his lips on your nipples.

Your hands moved to your lower region, stopping at your clit like he did, heat rising as at the thought of him sucking on sucking on it. Sliding his fingers in and out, mumbling “you’re so wet for me baby”

But your fingers weren’t enough, nor could you do it right. Not knowing how to do anything yourself as he always did it for you. Trying to imitate the pattern he was working in, rubbing your fingers in a slight circle, even shoving your finger in only fitting one in, not succeeding in the slightest.

Leading to you crying, sobs muted by the water falling down, wanting to do something by yourself for once. Not wanting to rely on him even though you loved it, loved the feeling of his callused hands on you, but you felt burdensome if anything.

Knowing how he always came home tired and stressed, wanting to take care of him by taking care of yourself. Not realizing that they went hand in hand. Your pretty moans and pretty face twisting and turning were the only thing keeping him going.

He felt your wetness growing on him, leaving a patch behind. Remembering how tight you were even though he ate you out for hours trying to get them to fit in. Wanting to feel your walls around  his cock, not his fingers.

“You sure you ok baby?” He asked waiting for you to nod, to lie to him again. His hand gripping tighter around your thigh, one of his hands moving towards your waist “Cause I don’t think you are.”

“WelI, i was thinking…. about you.” The throbbing between your legs suddenly grows harder to ignore, almost painful. You cross your legs to try to make it go away because it feels weird. 

“Of course, what else would be going through that pretty brain doll?.” His smoky breath meeting yours as he inched closer to your face, knowing where this was going .“what about me, hmm?”

“Um… I-I want to make you feel good, too.” You muttered out, placing your hands on his neck as you turned his head towards yours, gleaming hopefully eyes hoping he would feel appreciated.

“Teach me how to touch you.”  You pouted, placing your palms on his crotch, fingers gently grabbing it through his pants. “wanna to make you feel good too.”  The throbbing in your core growing harder to ignore, faintly hurting as his knee was bouncing you on him. Trying to close your legs to try distract yourself, but your legs were locked with his, not letting you go in the slightest.

“You wet?” He groaned feeling your soaked panties bleed through his pants. His hand moving towards his cock, grabbing it to calm him down and he couldn't keep his eyes off you know. You don’t answer as you feel his gaze upon you, your confidence fading quickly as you decide to show him want you want though actions, placing your hands on his growing erection along with his. “Fuck, I--”

You look so endearing clinging onto him, batting your lashes as you wait for him to tell you what to do, just wanting to be his good girl. “You wanna make me feel good, make me happy?” He repeated, running his hands up to your lower back after stopping at your ass. 

“God angel, you’re driving me crazy” he said pulling you face to face with him now, straddling his big thighs as you couldn’t help but grind on them. Just being with him made you feel so much better.

“I was thinking bout... how good you treat me, I wanna do the same to you. I feel like I can't do anything...” His hand raises your sinking face, forcing your teary eyes to meet his soft gaze as you echoed. “I wanna treat you good, make you feel good too.” 

“You even know how?” He says waiting for you to shake your head no. 

“You gotta teach me”

“Fuck-. Alright baby c'mere.” he said standing up, holding your tiny hand in his as you followed him into the bedroom, the red and yellow tinted artificial lighting being much more soothing than out there.

You were on your knees, ignoring how the carpet burned against them as you saw his cock up close for the first time. The last time you saw it was when he ‘taught’ you how to touch yourself, being in awe that it was that big, now in your head thinking that every man was as big as him.

He went along with it after you said you couldn't do it alone because you only got off to him. He ignored the fact that it made his heart race in a way it's never before, cumming the fastest he's ever done since he was a teen, thanking god you were inexperienced.  

He grabbed your jaw gently, cheeks squished in-between his hand as tried his hardest to not just fuck your sweet little face. “Like this baby.” he said, after his thumb opened your mouth, bringing your lips to his tip. Catching on and kissing it, using your tongue like you he told you. Only staying at the head , too scared to take anymore, 

“God damn..”  he groaned, his hand being wrapped around the back of your neck. Slightly pushing your head down to which you gag, immediately pulling back, the string of drool still connecting you two. “You gonna be my good girl?” 

He took a hold of his cock, stroking it a few times before putting its attention back on you. “Open up” he said as you did what you were told as he slapped his fat cock onto your tongue hanging out of your mouth, precum and spit dripping off onto your chest. 

“You gotta use your hands, kiss and lick it.”

“okay” you muttered out, already doing it. Kissing open mouthed on the sides, stroking the vein under it while making it as sloppy as could be. Tongue flicking back and forth on the slit at the top, his moans acting as a guide, letting you know what he really liked.

You seal your mouth around his head again, barely fitting it in your mouth gazing up at Spike, seeing his face flustered as yours. He looks pleased, letting out a small grunt. "Pretty girl," he husks, fingers stroking your jaw. You thriving at the attention and praise, loving the way his voice was when he talked to you, just you.

"Keep sucking on it, and don’t use your teeth sweetheart.” he encouraged, wondering why this was a natural talent for you. You eventually closed your eyes after they were watering too much and sucked. It didn't feel as good as you thought it would, but the thought of making him cum gets you antsy, doing your best to accomplish your mission.

 He gives another low moan, while you do the same in response. Loving the idea that you're getting him off instead of himself. His cock barely halfway in while our too lost in thought sucking him dry when you suddenly smell the comforting scent of smoke flowing through the air, relaxing your throat more.

You're drawn off of his cock, held gently by the throat, need racing through your head, chills running down your back. A moan leaves your mouth as his jaw quivers, your breath gasping . His knees shift into a better position, guiding you back to his length. "Fuck. you like it now, don't you baby?" he puffed out, his eyes as hazy as yours. "Taking my cock so well, baby. Swallow like a good girl, okay?”

He slapped it against your cheek again, your drool flicked there along with your lips. You nodded as you took him in between your lips again, pushing teasingly. He takes it into his own hands and starts fucking your mouth. Not letting you catch a break, chasing his high. Snapping his hips in quickly, gagging through it, tears falling onto your cheeks from the pressure. 

Spit drooling down your chin, while his fingers dig into the back of your head, knees burning from rubbing against the carpet. You gag for the nth time, shoulders meeting his knees, as you feel hot ropes come down your throat, his curses becoming white noise at this point.

You turned your head down as you coughed up his cum, leaving your mouth falling onto your chest knees as he sputtered.  Feeling tears build up in your eyes, scared that hed get mad at you, take back what he said about you being a good girl, his good girl.

“m-m’sorry” you sniffled, feeling the tears fall down you face yet again, but this time from pain, not pleasure.

He crouched in front of you, wiping the remaining with his thumb before connecting his lips to yours. You sucked on his tongue, his cum being swapped between you two as you looked at him with your red glossy eyes. Your way of saying sorry. “It’s okay, Baby, it was your first time, you did so good, okay? Made me cum and everything.” he said kissing you again as you squirmed in his touch.

He stood up, grabbing you in his arms too. Your legs numb and bruised, but you settled yourself on the bed, him following,  towering over you. “You like thinking about me between your legs, like hearing what  m’gonna do to you ?”

You slide deeper under him, holding the pillow up hiding your face as you quietly admit it by letting out a soft “yeah”. Feeling helpless that he's the only one who gets you like this, is that what this feeling is, pleasure? 

You nodded and he moved his dirty hands, wondering all over your soft and pure body as he slowly undressed you completely. Wanting to take in your beauty just for himself, wanting to capture the moment he defiled you, replaying it over and over again in his head forever. Wanting to capture your sweet moans in his mouth as he kissed the pain away, cooing at you with his deep voice for taking a cock too big for your tiny little virgin cunt.

His cock already throbbing again at the thought, lining himself up with you. “Don’t worry, pretty girl” he cooed. “I’m gonna take care of you. M’gonna fuck you so good, angel. Gonna make you cum over and over. Gonna stuff you full just like you want.”

The reassurance comforted you more than it should have, him being the only thing you'd ever had, in a sense. Yes you two might have had sex, but that didn’t mean you two werent friends, event though you wanted to be more. 

 Wanted to wake up in the morning in his arms, giving him a good morning kiss before he left everyday. But all you did right now was wait; wait for him to get home with jet, and the dog. While you took care of him in the ways you could, but that's how friends acted right? Being on good terms and trusting each other, right?

“It feel good? Doesn't hurt?” he asked as you quickly nodded, wanting him to make you feel good. He dragged his lips to your neck, sucking on the skin, littering every inch with the numbing pain, tracing his open mouthed kisses down to your chest. His spit cooling the heat rising in your body. “Fuck,” he breathed bottoming out. “You’re so tight for me, baby. You like it? Like the way my big cock is stretching you out?

You nod gasps being held back, not being able to catch your breath. The ache between your legs beginning to ease. Grabbing his neck with your trembling hands, getting him to look down at you.. “faster….please” You whispered out, just loud enough for him to hear and it’s all it takes for him to connect his hips to yours. Your lips letting out soft, honeyed moans that already have his balls swelling again. 

The pain disappeared as his thrusts became more stable, having a rhythm. Your eyes gazing up at his filled out body, so strong. You were swooning at the man balls deep in you, loving everything about him from his graying hair and downturned eyes, to his smile.

“Wh-… what do I do, w-wanna be good.” you choked out, heavy breaths catching the remains of earlier in your throat. “Shh… lemme do the work, okay?  Your little holes clenching so wet and sloppy for me, so tight. Feels so good, baby.”

His hands hook under your thighs, locking you in place as he continues fucking you, getting rougher and rougher with your physical permission. Your back arches as he angles his hips different, his cock hitting you in a new way, his fast thrusts sending you into overdrive. Cum squirting from you, making the mess under you even bigger while he's groaning out at the picture before him. “Fuck baby, that was so hot, good fuckin girl.”

That was all it took for him to release, you precious little body being so lewd beneath him, fuck. Vision turning from black to white as he felt you push yourself into him more. Helping you, still temporary blind, eyes closed as he pulled your thighs closer to himself.

You whimpered in pleasure as you felt the hot liquid filling you up, the warm feeling in your tummy making your head spin. It had your brain turning to mush, the submissive part activating as you spread yourself even more, wanting to show off the filthy part of you.

“Did it feel good?”

God really blessed him with an angel. So pretty, dirty, so willing to please. The fact that he's the only one who has ever seen you like this is getting to his head, making sure it'll stay that way, as he flipped you over leaning your head against his chest. 

“You took me so well, sweetheart, so proud of you for taking me..”

You were so tired, jaw aching while keening at the praise. His hands resting on your bare body made all the tension ease, the feeling of him still in you making you get too attached to him.

He laid still, taking in your state as he felt you turn your head to look at him, while he was already admiring you. Flashing you his smile that you loved so much. He curled up with you with his warm body holding your cold one, easing you to sleep with a faint smile on your face. You finally did something on your own.

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Thoughts on Bulgasal Episode 14

Things I liked this episode:

- MIN SI HO!! Look at her!! She is so brave, so strong, so kind!! Her and Doyoon continue to be my undisputed faves and I am so happy we got to see more of them this episode!!

- I was really racking my brain trying to figure out why Hwal would have stolen Eul Tae's soul while also asking Eul Tae to turn him back into bulgasal later. Originally I thought maybe Sangwoon had found another way to become human so he wanted to join her, or maybe Sangwoon really wanted to become human so he was going to offer Eul Tae's soul to her as a fucked up gift or something. Turns out that no, Hwal was just a dick. He was dying (I thought bulgasal couldn't die? Also, that neither could die as long as the other survived and stuff? So why was he dying?) and since he didn't have a soul, he wouldn't have had been reincarnated, he would have just disappeared. Hwal, being too petty to die however, stole OET's soul just to fuck the system and survive. What a piece of shit.

- This might come as a surprise, but I really liked Sangwoon this episode. See, I like her when she's willing to give Hwal a chance because she needs him and because they've been spending so much time together, but she still understands that he is dangerous and acts accordingly. Before she got her (blessed) flashback, Sangwoon was idioticly completely disregarding all the red flags because...? Idk why, she was just dumb I guess.

- That last scene. Hwal was mad at himself for Haesok's death, but couldn't process that anger so he redirected it at any and everyone. But when he was left completely alone, with no one to redirect his anger towards, and without even the benefit of a visual distraction, forced to confront his own thoughts, at last, he grieved. I still think it kinda sucks that our protagonist is getting this major character evolution so close to the end, but by itself, this whole sequence was excellent and the acting was amazing.

- Overall, this episode was very tense and suspensful. I was on the edge of my seat all throughout, I was invested in what was happening rather than just impatiently waiting for crumbs of information.

What I didn't like:

- They really won't let my girl Siho use her powers will they? They better have a fucking good reason to hold back on her discovering the truth until the last two episodes, because right now I just feel robbed of the amazing character growth and angst and tension that could have arisen from her learning the truth about everything.

- Those would be nitpicks if they weren't consistent with Sangwoon's characterisation up to this point: 1) why didn't she tell Hwal when she spotted/felt the monster? Girl knows she can't fight for shit but decides to just go for it alone? With her sister's life on the line as well? Sangwoon, please, use your brain for once!. 2) I really, sincerely, do appreciate that she was so concerned about Ms Lee and what to do with her body, but I wish she would still have expressed a greater sense of urgency as well. Like, Siho and Doyoon were in mortal danger and she didn't seem concerned enough imo. 3) Why does she never ask about Hwal's dead wife? He keeps talking about his family and this episode he litteraly called Siho "Dan Sol", and Sangwoon is just never curious. This whole thing is so weird. If the writers didn't want to deal with the awkardness of Hwal falling for the person he initially thought had murdered his wife and son while the reincarnation of his wife was right there, then by god just make Sangwoon the protagonist!!

- We still didn't get as much in the way of reveals as I would have liked, which continues to make me think that this show only needed 12 to 14 episodes, not 16.

I think that's all :)

After this episode, I have hope now that the last two episodes might be satisfying, at least.

[frenchlizardbrainfullofktdk]

Ten seconds late : chapter 1, part two

Here’s the link to the first part :

The rest of the chapter under the cut :

Katchan knew he died. Sensations had disappeared.  So had his dreams and his goals. He won't become the best hero, he thought...  ....but that's not it. Katchan. That was his name. Deku was the only one who still called him that. Deku... When Katchan died, as relieving as the agony going away was, the loss of of sensation is not something the soul wishes for, as the soul is born out of them, and clings to them as much as it can. And so, he felt Deku running to him after his death.  Doing what would have been life-saving a few seconds ago.  Alive, pride and ego where constricting what he felt. But now, free, too free, all he felt what he failed to fell since so lond ago : Slowly, throught all his life, he was falling in love with Deku. He couldn't deny that this was his hero.  Well, would have been, right ? He didn't Come soon enouph, and now was too late to do anything. Right ? ~~~ He thought of the last time they talked, the hurtfull words said in their classroom.  This classroom, his after life would consist of haunting it, he knew. The unsatisfied dreams being at their lowest here. He was no hero, and even less : Deku's hero.  This middleschool would be the place his soul stays at for eternity, yearning a life that ended too early. As all he wished for was Deku, he felt like something was being thrown at him again. ~~~ He awoke in a swirl of sensations, overwelming, coming from everywhere, fast.  He breathed in both litteraly and figurativly. He felt alive, he felt so good.He didn't actually feel pleasantly, but he was in no pain, and he was coming back from death, a state of unfeeling. And the soul yearns to feel, to perceive. His eyes were already open, but finally he thought to process the images flodding his brain.  Looking like he was just pushing Katchan's chest, Deku stood there, looking tired.  Something was weird about him. He was less... there, like the matter composing his body wasn't there.  He was a gost. The mane of Deku's lifefull form looked up, to Katchan's eyes.

The world stopped as they glances in eachother's eyes. They enjoyed the calm moment in the silent classroom. Then :"Deku""Katchan" Then, they said in unison : " You may be the one who looks like a gost but i swear I just fucking died", "I think I have a resurection quirk "

" And I that it cost me my life to bring you back" Deku continued.