#god this TAPE i cry so much listening to it

[sir-yeehaw-paws]

Something I almost never talk about is Strangelove's final tape the AI pod records as she's dying b/c I don't re-listen often to it (IT HURTSSSS) but MAN Vanessa acts her ass off in it and some of the highlights.

Just.

End.

Me.

This tape is absolutely gutwrenching. The fact that you hear her slowly losing oxygen as she goes on too like MAAANNN.

She loved the Boss, and Hal SO much.

She wanted to protect Hal so DESPERATELY.

@_@

😭😭😭

"Hal,"

"You just,"

"Joy. I'm glad..it's you. Here. At the end."

(Sobbing forever bye)

Anyway I'm thinking about writing Hal finding this and all the 500 stages of grief he goes through and how he slowly realizes that with Philanthropy and all he DID manage to accomplish what she'd hoped and that his mum did love him and every complicated emotion he has in spite of it and I'm THINKING.

[1980ssunflower]

aouhhh 🥺💖💙🥰

[hellyeahsickaf]

The way addicts and chronically ill people are dehumanized is so exhausting

The normalization of this shit in medical and casual settings is genuinely mind boggling. Addicts and disabled people go through so much bullshit. I've dealt with many fucked up doctors when I just needed help

I had a kidney infection, some months back. This is always extremely medically urgent, and I was likely only hours from sepsis. I went to the hospital reporting my pain to be a 9/10. 9 because my 10 was gallstones. I experienced severe malpractice at the hospital and the doctor reported exams that never occured and false information while making me wait with nothing more than tylenol to hold me over (didn't touch the pain) and bring my fever down but that's a whole other story

They did however, deny me the pain medication I needed until it was time to go home. I'm deathly allergic to NSAIDS, but that's something an addict might say so they witheld pain relief because they'd rather me suffer just in case I'm a different kind of sick. An entire night, maybe 6 hours in the ER and they couldn't give me anything, not a small dose of morphine or one norco even a few hours prior to take the edge off of the pain while I was curled up shaking and crying. Just in case I was an addict looking for my fix, and my suffering was just withdrawals and good acting. In that case maybe I deserved it and should be denied my humanity. God forbid in that case I'm so desperate to alleviate unbearable withdrawals that I spend all night in the ER crying. Not the first time I've experienced red tape just to get relief from excruciating pain

But whatever. As per protocol I was asked to follow up with my pcp. So a few days later I called to set an appointment, but I'd also run out of norco and desperate to relieve the pain I asked if I could be filled even enough for a few days, until the pain was bearable. I had difficulty walking, laying down, and I again, can't take most pain relievers. The receptionist was nice and understanding, actually got me in touch with the doctor because she wanted me to be able to get my refill. Probably heard the pain in my voice even. She believed me

She transfers me over to the doctor and I tell him I'd like a follow up and ask if he could fill my painkillers. I would've acceped a no from him, I just needed my follow up. He asked about my condition, I told him my diagnosis and how much pain I was in

And he laughed.

Got a real hoot out of it, like he had me all figured out. Like he caught me trying to cheat the system. I must be trying to get high or make some money with a few days worth of norco as i'm nearly in tears from the pain even while calling

He tells me through his laughter "I don't prescribe painkillers for 'kidney infections'" saying it with a mocking emphasis on those words, as if I'd said "stubbed toe". Follows with "Yeah haha, bye." and hangs up on me. No follow up like I called for. Needless to say I no longer have a pcp but truly if he thought I was an addict trying to take advantage of him he should have still treated me professionally. Maybe not cackled when I said my pain was excruciating for a start

I just don't understand why the hell so many doctors can be so apathetic to people's suffering. Addicts deserve better and so do disabled people- whether you think they're addicts or not. The assumption that we're lying, trying to trick them and are feigning pain to do it is disgusting, listening to your patients is so important. And if that were the case they could have some sympathy and ask themselves what it would take for someone to go those lengths, take such drastic measures and go through that trouble to obtain those substances.

Addiction is not a moral failing. Many disabled and chronically ill people unfortunately rely on medications that have addictive properties. About 80% of heroin addicts first misused prescription drugs. However only about 4-6% of those addicted to prescription drugs switch to things like heroin. And instead of help or compassion for people who just need help (addicts or not), they just figure we're one in the same and treat us like subhuman degenerates, leeches on society. And I think people need to change how they view addiction. Doctors need to change how they view addiction

[nouvxllev]

Hi, love your writing! I have a request where reader and Jenna are in a long distance relationship and reader decides to surprise Jenna after hearing Jenna’s been having a tough week filming or something. Just something along those lines haha

a flight away

Pairing: Jenna Ortega x Fem!Reader

Summary: ^^ request!!!

Words: 3.1k

Warnings: bittersweet

a/n: first of all,, thank you so much!!!! and second of all, ill try my best! hope this is to ur liking anon

masterlist

You didn't know what you were getting into the first thing in the morning when you checked your phone at exactly 6:34 AM.

Normally, you'd do the routine where you stare at your wallpaper (it was a picture of Jenna) for a good 20 minutes before internally dying inside because of why should she be such a hardworking woman to the point you only get to see her for about 1-2 months before leaving again, but then fall in love with her like it was the first time for that exact reason entirely.

Now, you woke up to Jenna's notifications flooding her digital face, more voicemails and missed calls rather than messages.

Obviously, you panicked out of your fucking mind.

You knew she was safe in Ireland where she was filming season 2 of Wednesday. She has more bodyguards around her than people trying to get her autograph, and she has her co-stars with her at all times.

She was safe. Safe. The word almost sounded like a prayer you repeated in your head as you eyed her messages.

You couldn't open the voicemail for the reasons that you might hear an announcement that Jenna has got into some serious shit and might need to be hospitalized and you absolutely need to be there for her right now.

But after 5 minutes of going through all stages of grief, you pressed play.

You were not expecting Jenna to outright scream at her phone in the middle of the night.

"Y/n. Y/n, I—God, I don't even know where to start with this. I'm just so… so tired. From everything, from everyone. I don't know why, seriously, I don't know why but i just—I just broke down when I came back to my apartment."

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry I have to message you like this in the middle of the night. I'm doing well in Ireland, but I'm having such a rough fucking time in shooting every scene. It's not like I hate everyone on the set, I love them, I… I don't know."

"I need you, please Y/n. Even if it's just your voice, just please give me a piece of your presence. I need something to hold on, someone to tell me that it's going to be okay and I'll get through this. I know, it's a bit overdramatic but… I just miss you so damn much, and this distance is killing me more than ever. We haven't seen eachother atleast a year now. I'm so tired."

"Please pick up, y/n. It's selfish for me to ask, but I just want to hear you. It feels like I'm losing myself in all of this. I don't want to break down in front of everyone on set tomorrow. But, y/n. Y/n, y/n, y/n, it's so hard."

"I love you. I love you so much. So damn much, it's killing me. I miss New York, I miss our home, I miss you. I wish you were here. I'm sorry for letting you hear me like this over the phone, it's unbecoming. I love you, goodnight."

Your heart sank.

It was all too surreal, all too agonizing, like you feel bile coming up to your throat.

The daunting feeling of Jenna experiencing all of these emotions at once dragged your heart, her voice like a film tape in your mind as if were right there with Jenna in her room.

You heard her cry, you watched her curl herself up on her mattress all while she clung to her phone as if it was your hand she wished she held everyday.

You craved for the warmth of her hand, and you imagine she craves yours as much as you do with hers while you longed to be there with her, for her. To hold her close to you and offer the comfort she needed. The very touch that healed every scar, present and future, was replaced by the lifeless screen of your phone.

You were there, you swear you're there, but you couldn't do anything but listen.

On top of everything, you blamed yourself.

You called her almost everyday, the long-distance relationship being almost a mere label to the both of you.

You texted her every morning and went to bed with her every night. You were there, always. Yet, it felt like you neglected her. Like a piece of you was missing before you even realized it.

Now all you can think about are her restless nights.

The days where Jenna staged a performance with a heavy heart while you smiled with joy, the nights where you slept peacefully in your own bed while Jenna tossed and turned in discomfort in something unfamiliar, sacrificing her rest for your peaceful evenings to remain the same.

You don't know how many days she's been like this, nor do you want to know, the thought was unbearable enough.

And you almost feel bad of booking a plane ticket rather than responding to her. You were just a flight away anyways.

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Shit, her head hurts.

Hammering, actually.

Like someone cracked it open with an axe made out of obsidian right down the middle and served it to her on a silver platter.

She never should've accepted that afterparty invite from Georgie.

If she never got absolutely wasted to shots from bottles of alcohol, maybe Jenna would've had the brain capacity to curse him under her breath for being such a good damn friend.

Worst of all, she was missing someone. Horribly.

You.

Not just you, but everything of you.

Your scent, your warmth, your presence, your heartbeat against hers—a cruel reminder on how she was missing all of these.

She longed to hear the way you laugh as if you heard the funniest joke ever, the way you smile at Jenna as if she was a saint that had done nothing wrong, the way you loved her oh so dearly like she was the only person that made you crawl out of your skin in a good way.

Now it was taken from her. All of it. She felt like she was nothing without her muse, which was actually the case here.

Jenna was supposed to stay for a year with you—a whole fucking year! A whole year was watered down to a pathetic one to two months because of a change in filming schedule that Jenna had, somehow, no right to turn down.

That's not even half of the time Jenna spent miles away from you, and she couldn't even apologize properly in person since she had to depart so early in the morning.

The thought of you expecting Jenna to wake up beside you with a smile and a kiss only to be woken up with a cold bed with a note apologizing a million times made her flight to another country worse.

She would've been happier if the plane crashed then she would be begging to whatever afterlife she was in to bring her back to the living and spend her life with you.

It's gotten to that point where she looked just like Wednesday off-cam if not worse. She even almost snapped at Emma when she tried consoling her.

Now she sits in her trailer, on a chair, not with you, but with... a chair. Along with her script on a table.

Jenna tried a few lines, repeated them, tried a few lines, repeated them, and it all just comes back full circle.

No matter what she does, she still fucking missed you and wished she could just tell everyone she wanted and needed a nap along with her girlfriend by her side until it reaches winter of 2025.

She could take a nap right now, but you weren't with her. The cold surface would make you appear in her dreams like the loving parasite you are to her and she would only yearn more.

She could take a walk right now, but little ice cream shops along the way would only make her reminisce about the times you would take her out on dates every damn day like you had buckets on buckets of gold to spend it all on Jenna. She would only miss you even more.

She could talk to one of her co-stars, but they weren't you. The stupid and fuckass conversations you'd often bring up, they wouldn't do that. Even if they did, it wouldn't have the same effect.

Why did life suddenly become so difficult when she now has the most gorgeous, talented, and loving girlfriend a billion miles away from her!?

After putting her arms over her eyes, trying to calm down the impending woe and sadness she was facing, a soft knock on her door interrupted all of it.

"Jenna?" She heard Emma's voice, soft like she was hesitant to talk to her if not for Jenna responding with a hum, "we've been calling you for 5 minutes now. It's our scene."

Her voice was serious, though quiet. Or maybe that was just concern, Jenna has been distant for a while now.

Letting out a sigh, she replied, "Right, I'll be there in a minute."

She pulled herself up from the chair. She didn't really need to return to the makeup team, just thankful she didn't cry herself to death thinking about you.

She turned her back to see Emma standing in front of the door, half opened, peering half of her body, "Jenna, you know you can take a break if you want—"

Jenna only offered a weak smile, her steps matching Emmas as they walked over to set, "It's fine. Don't worry about me too much."

Her thoughts are too different from what she was saying, but it wasn't like she could say she'd rather kill herself before even stepping foot out of her trailer without seeing y/n.

"Jenna!" Tim Burton called her out, his voice calm, stretching out her name like he was going to say something completely off-guard.

The girl in question was already staring him down as he spoke, "We've got a change in script"

The girl in question was already staring him down as he spoke, "We've got a change in script. Nothing too big, just that we've added a new extra that Wednesday needs to interact with on this scene."

Isn't that a slight bit unprofessional?

Jenna could let out the most exhausted and exasperated sigh if not for Tim being the one of the sweetest, yet often odd, directors she ever worked with.

"Yeah, sure, can I atleast meet this person—"

"Sorry, Jenna," He lead her to the place she needed to be, the extra in question being no where near in Jenna's sight, "but this is really a last minute change and we just need you both to improvise."

"Wait, but—!"

Her protests were already too late, looking like it went through one ear and out the other through the audio. She was just grateful she had enough training and years in this industry to immediately get into character.

It was supposed to be her scene with Emma, lurking in the woods, a lantern between her fingers as they approached a silhouette of a figure.

Now it was just Jenna in the scene, lurking in the woods, leaves crunching under her combat boots as she watched the camera move alongside her body, not a lantern but rather a flashlight gripped on her palm.

She was informed that the silhouette in question was one of her co-stars that she had met before hand, a tall figure in the distance that she could immediately distinguish based on the back alone.

Now... it's... not exactly what she was expecting to see when she got in character.

She approached the figure, confused as ever, not because it was in her script to do so, but she was actually so damn confused it wouldn't be a surprise to her if she was imagining things.

Because the silhouette looked exactly like you.

Jenna knew you from the slightest shade of your skin, even when it's so damn dark outside.

She knew you from the way you stood, the way you sometimes would do whatever it is with your hands when idle, the way you'd often slightly tilt your head back when you're suppressing a hard giggle—which you were and failing to do so—the way you, in your own words by the way, aren't a good actress for Jenna to practice her lines on without laughing like a total maniac.

Holy shit.

Jenna's mind raced, all too fast for her liking, her heart pounding in her chest, and her body almost in flames at the thought of you being here. Finally being here.

It couldn't be real, of course it wouldn't, why would you be on set in fucking Ireland? It must be a trick, much so a figment of her imagination and maybe more or less girlfriend deprived of everything you gave her. But as she drew closer, her steps doing all but walking slowly to the silhouette, it because unmistakable who it was.

It was you.

Her best friend ever since she learned how to act in middle school, a friend that stuck with her forever even in times where you could've left her all alone.

Her girlfriend. The girlfriend of almost a few years that she loved and cherished with all her might, even if she were to commit a sin, there would be no greater wrong than Jenna disliking you.

It was her home. At last.

Without a second thought, Jenna abandoned everything, forgetting that she was even supposed to be the character she was and rushed towards her, arms already stretched in a desperate embrace to feel your warmth against her body once again. Your heartbeat against hers. It was all too surreal, all too fucking real.

Jenna threw herself into your arms, wrapping you in a tight hug that almost knock you both off of balance in the dirt. Your body stumbling forwards as your back was faced on her.

You still smelled like New York, mixed with that familiar airpot scent that Jenna always got used to. But now, it felt so new, so new that you were hugging her, touching her like it was the last symphony you'd play in your life.

She hugged you, tight. Her hands gripping your clothes like you'd disappear in a matter of seconds. You can hear her taking deep breaths against your body, gulps, and her hold tightening onto you with each passing moment.

As you turned around, you waited for Jenna to slowly loosen her grip, her eyes searching yours as if she still could hardly believe that you were here, standing in front of her after all this time apart. And now, you couldn't believe devotion was still present in her eyes, that warm of a gaze that you always managed to capture in her eyes.

"You're here. Y/n, you're—" She sniffed, looking up at you as she cupped your cheeks, a stray tear trickling down her eyes that shimmered, "You're really here." She whispered, her voice cracking almost to a fault. Her voice was fragile, it crushed you. "Why, how? What, I don't under—"

You smiled softly, chuckling even, you didn't expect it to go this way. "That's not part of the script, Wednesday." You joked, even if it was a serious moment, you always seemed to have one.

"You're not part of the script, why are you here!?"

You reached up to brush a stray lock of hair from Jenna's fringe as Wednesday, your touch gentle and reassuring like it never changed over the years. It was still there, your love was still there, and you were waiting for your lover to come back once in your arms to show how much you missed her oh so dearly.

"I missed you." You simply said, slightly swaying the both of you back and forth

Jenna couldn't say anything, let alone form a few words, but the way she hugged you yet again after a few seconds of silence with such tenderness and compassion, it said everything that you needed to know.

Everything that you lost and you hold today, nothing mattered. Not even the heart that wouldn't stop beating against your chest, it wouldn't matter if you died, atleast it was in her arms.

"So I don't get to have an I miss you back?"

Jenna pulled back slightly, you can see how her eyes glistened looking if it was something that not even renaissance artists could sclupt.

"You don't know how many nights I've spent crying because of how I missed you." She mumbled, voice below a whisper, her mouth hung open from her slight crying, taking a deep breath as she let herself be in the most vulnerable state with you yet.

"You cried?"

"Without you? Terribly so."

Your heart ached when Jenna started to cry, she looked small. Smaller than ever in your arms when you once held her for the first time when she became a busy actress.

She broke down, almost melting in your presence as you try to hold her up. You knew there were cameras rolling, that there were people on set watching this go down, but you knew that you were the only one witnessing her vulnerable state, no matter how many people would see right through her.

You reached up to gently wipe away the tears that streaked down her cheeks, her freckles being in view, something that you missed so dearly, your touch light and tender as you held her—your world—in your hands.

"I wish I could've been there for you," you regretted, "I wish I was there every night, to wipe away the inevitable tears that would grace your face, to hold you in my arms every night.

Jenna shook her head, a smile tugging at her lips, "all that matters is that you're here with me." She chuckled. "Why are you here?"

"Booking a small plane ticket from New York to here was the smallest price to pay for the chance to hold you in my arms once again."

"You know those are expensive, y/n," she scolded you, yet her tone was playful. "How long are you planning to stay?"

You hummed, a grin curling on your lips, "As long as you want me to be here," you replied, "I can't go back when I don't have a return ticket."

Jenna leaned into your touch, her eyes closing as she savored the warmth of your embrace, she didn't know how much she took advantage of this until now. She was afraid you'll be leaving soon, even with all assurances, everything you'll be giving her wouldn't be enough to ease her fears of you departing from her soul once more.

"I love you, y/n. Too much."

"I love you too, Jenna. You know I was only a flight away."

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Y: i heard your voicemails, by the way. J: i sent voicemails?

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a/n: sorry if this request was so so so late!! i still have more requests in my inbox and they'll probably be delayed for a couple of days or maybe even weeks because of exams. buttt ill try to post as much as i can with requests and super sorry in advance to those who requested! ill be updating future posts in my masterlists

[suguru-getos]

୨・┈﹕✦﹕ Kinktober Day 20﹕✦﹕┈・୧

-> event masterlist

kaveh x f!reader -> brat taming

a/n: listen !! there’s nothing i love more than seeing the sunshine baby kaveh snap 🤭❤️‍🔥 it gives me so much joy to write him as you all know and i hope ya’ll have fun with this:DD also ik i’m spamming my works today but tehee! i’ve got some time and some writing juice 🧃 flowing !!

warnings: overstimulation, (vibrator!play ;) brat-taming themes, doggy!style, 🍬 SWEET 🍬 AFTERCARE 🫶🏻🥺 bc its kaveh !!

“no no no, baby, where’re you goin’?” kaveh stopped you from moving any further, hands gripping your hips and forcing them back into his plunging cock. a whiny sigh escapes you as you feel your folds absolutely destroyed by him. you both loved and hated it at the same time. the way the vibrator attached to your clit, taped by kaveh had no remorse along with his thrusts. you had squirted twice for him already, body reduced to a slump & mush. putty in his hands.

“i’m not done yet, stay and take it.” he commands, your ass slightly reddened just by the ruthless impact of kaveh’s pelvis against you, the grip on your waist bruised with how tight he’s holding you in place. you couldn’t possibly slump down or escape from the sweet torture kaveh decided for you.

“all this because you had to be mean to me, why? do i not take care of you?” kaveh spoke between his own ragged breaths, truth be told — you wanted him to behave like this. why else would you tease him in front of the kshahrewar group in one of the meetings? hands slipping up and down his thigh while he was speaking? kaveh had shot you warning glares, coughed for you to take the hint but oh no — his little brat was relentless. time for some sweet karma for you.

“please- s’ too much.” you whimpered out, and knowing how spoiling and kind kaveh is, you knew if you begged too much. he’d stop. he loves you a tad too much & you know how spoiled you are under his wing. “is it now, little one? is it?” kaveh raised a brow, thrusting with the same intensity while maintaining a conversation. “should’ve realised that when we were at the meeting huh?” he taunted, slapping your ass firmly to hear a sorry squeal out of you. “please- kaveh- please- won’t happen again.”

oh you sound so sweet apologizing to him, babbling mess because your brain is fried from cumming too much. clit practically throbbing at the pain & overstimulation, body covered in overworked sweat. yet you are in utter bliss, shaking and spasming like you’re supposed to. “please- kaveh- won’t do it again i- i promise.” your voice almost slurrs this time, as you feel another unforgiving orgasm seep through you suddenly. ripping out from you and letting you cry out for him. your mouth was open in a silent gasp, gritted teeth and a painful groan as you spluttered your walls all over kaveh. “aw, was that the fourth one?” kaveh sounded gentle, riding it out for you & also tipping off the edge. he’s filled you thrice already, and is shooting blanks, too. “god- you- you’re so tight baby.” he croons, riding it out for you.

you’re reduced to sniffles, slumping down as the vibrator is turned off & kaveh gently pulls out of you. his eyes are tender and sweet again, his affections back in place as he rubs your back soothingly. “there there, it’s okay.” he cooes, hoping to ground your floating senses. he eventually turned you on your back, taking the vibrator off of you, kissing your pelvis and your forehead deeply. “i’ve got you sweetheart.” he reminds, watching as you gasp at every little touch. your whole body felt like it was on fire, hissing even with tender little touches on your swollen & puffy clit.

kaveh craddled you in his arms, kissing all over your face and whispering sweet nothings in your ear. you’d never been so brainless & yet blissful. “i love you baby, gonna clean you up when you can tolerate some friction down there, i promise.” kaveh crooned, kissing your collarbone and talking to you about how he wouldn’t have done this unless you wanted it, giving you the surety of the whole scene, giving you the power he took away while making you submit. <3

[satorisoup]

hi! I really love your work and the Christmas prompts look so cuteee!!!! I was wondering if I could request kuroo + wrapping presents?

WRAPPING PRESENTS

˚✧₊ FT. TETSURO KUROO

satorisoup christmas event! ⛄️

˚✧₊ A/N : im so glad you like my work! eee thank u so much. RAWRWRWR kuroo my beloved.

˚✧₊ WARNINGS : f!reader. pet names (baby). mentions of smut ( in a book ).

oh, what a mess this is.

there’s red and green tissue paper and random pieces of tape sprewn across the floor, scrap paper littering your living room so much so that the hardwood is barely visible. but kuroo can’t help but smile.

you’re sitting criss cross in front of him telling him each gifts purpose and who its for, spilling out story after story and he listens intently while he cuts some snowman kitty wrapping paper that you insisted on buying.

“and this one, dont even get me started. it’s for akaashi.”

kuroo looks up at what your holding as you let out a few stiffled giggles.

“what’s the story behind that one?” he asks.

“you know how he likes to read, obviously. but he’s always reading these super boring, dull books. so… i got him this one.”

your laughter starts spilling out more now as kuroo grabs the book your holding, eyeing it closer before his own chuckle is filling your ears.

“no way, you got akaashi a smut book?”

you’re now holding your own chest as laughter rumbles between the two of you.

“yes! oh my god imagine his face when he opens it! its the perfect gag gift, dont tell me it isn’t!” you say between breaths.

“very good thinking, baby.” kuroo replies.

you both continue to wrap your gifts in cheesy wrapping paper and shiny bows, adding commentary and laughter with each one.

“bo is SO going to love this one”

“i think i might get a reaction out of kenma for this.”

“look! doesn’t this seem like something atsumu would buy?”

and when its finally time to wrap the presents you both got for eachother in different rooms, kuroo smiles to himself.

yes, even though akaashi will probably stiffen in his seat and glare at you when he opens his book,

even if kenma will probably only mutter a “thank you”,

even if bokuto might accidentally ruin his gift two days after he opens it,

and even if you might cry out of joy when you open the ring he had wrapped as neatly as he could,

it would always be worth the mess.

[missy-0-piink]

I need to make Fyodor squeal so bad

Oh god yes

Having this man on top of you, with you grabbing his hips and ramming your strap into him while he has a vibe taped to his dick, making him moan out and scream

Degrade him, it makes him moan louder

But to get him to scream?

Slap his very sensitive dick, and pinch his nipples and twist

He’ll cry like a bitch, cumming right then and there

But continue

It has him sobbing, squealing as you continue your fast and ruthless pace, not letting him have a break

It’s too much, and he voices that, but you won’t listen

Soon enough he’ll be sobbing, tears streaming down his face as he collapses on top of you, his arms giving out.

But even so, you don’t stop until he cums a second time.

Then a third

By the end, he’s whimpering, even his dick slightly brushing against your abdomen sending him into painful overstimulation.

Make him your bitch

Breed him like one

[beesfairlyland]

Hello babies!!!💗

Soo i wanted to update you guys about the tapes I've been listening to by @adambja. They've been an holy grail for my journey!!

Soo let's start with the I AM IN CONTROL TAPE(⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)

I couldn't listen to it regularly for a week but i listened as much as i could!

Day 1:- I listened to it for like 2 hrs sat in peace and focused on the affirmations. I felt good ...and tbh those audible affirmations make you feel already in control.

Day 2:- Listened for like 1.5 hrs. I felt good while listening but some doubts started to come on surface. But i comforted myself telling that these are just thoughts and i have to let them go now.

Day 3:- I tested out how much am i in control😏. When i sleep for late my aunts wake me up saying it's late. So in the morning when i woke up slightly. I just said they won't say me anything and I'll sleep for however long i can and guess whatt?? No one disturbed me at all and it was the first time😭 i didn't get disturbed! I listened for like an hour.

Day 4:- i Manifested some food that i was craving...first time i Manifested some food tbh😭 i started to gain soo much of confidence i swear im loving it and im in love with adamja!!😭💗

Day 5:- soo we were going to a party and our plan to go got cancelled. I was like no we'll go....I kid you not the very next second my brother came and told us to get ready🤭

I kept listening to the tape on and off till self concept tape came. I didn't listen to it with any intention tbh i just used it for fun with zero expectations. My confidence literally sky rocketed!!😭 I felt soo much in control. All of my intrusive thoughts literally started disappearing. Then came the self concept tape...it was just for three days but I swear the way it changed my thoughts i was shocked!

SELF CONCEPT tape review (⁠•⁠‿⁠•⁠)

I listened to it for 3 hrs for 3 days ... didn't listen it overnight coz im a light sleeper and can't sleep with something playing in the background. This tape is GOLD.

Day 1:- I had a mental breakdown the morning.... literally cried for hrs even tho in my head i was affirming im okay and everything's alright 💀my aunts fucking my head for like 2 3 days. And then came the tape and omgg the moment i started to listen to it.... first of all hearing those affirmations make you soo powerful and then the secret benefits she puts idk i felt soo much at peace and thoughts like "it's all just an illusion....this all doesn't even matter why to cry over it" started coming.

Day 2:- when i woke up i was soo much at peace even tho yesterday was shit for me. And i just decided i want peace. Haven't been this much peace in my house from past 2 3 yrs😭 and oh boy i felt soo detached from the 3d. I was soo happy.

Day 3:- i completely detached from the 3d. Nothing triggered me. And my circumstances don't even matter anymore. All of my desires felt soo natural and i completely detached from the void. I didn't even wavered not at all. Zero doubts. Im completely living in my 4d naturally I don't have to remind myself anymore about fulfilling myself...i a already in the state and i don't feel like doing anything to get my desires. And i just manifested my wifi working properly just by intention! And now ik I'll wake up in the void any time soon!😭 I don't even feel much excited now ... feels like it is a fact already. I've Never felt this much at peace ever!!

I swear guyss these tapes are soo good...god knows how powerful her paid tapes are😭 and ppl who say these are JUST TAPES....NOO THESE ARE SOME MFING HELLA POWERFUL TAPES!! She do have cheaper self concept and void tape too...go for it!! And if you can't then listen to the free tapess!!😭😭 Those are effective....aff.

And if you come at me saying im supporting those high priced tapes and advertising her tapes.

NOO I AM NOT ADVERTISING.... it's my experience try them out yourself and then say something and if she's pricing them that much ofcc it must be having some real powerful stuff(benefits) in it!! No one's forcing you too buy the tapes ....try the free ones!! And i am one of those person who never got any results from subliminals. Soo im soo happy i found these tapes!😭💗

And in the end i really really really wanna thank @adambja for providing us these tapes🫶🏻💗 you are soo kind!! i am soo grateful for having you as my mutual. And we appreciate you soo much for your hardwork. Don't let the hate and mean comments let you down. There are many ppl here who adore you soo much. We all are glad to be a part of the CULT(as haters say lol😭).

-love, bee💗✨

[hansols-yoda-boxers]

SKZ Kinks - Vocalracha

Contents: fem!reader, reader wearing dresses and skirts, reader being referred to as cute, pretty, girly, and feminine, mention of corruption kink, video taping, degradation, use of slut, and whore, dumbification, mention of begging, brattiness and brat taming, edging, orgasm denial

Seungmin

Wearing cute outfits (especially dresses) - Listen I know it’s Minho corruption kink this and Minho corruption kink that but the way this man would love to see you in something pretty and cute and girly. There’s something about you dressing in a softly feminine way that just turns him on so much. If you’re wearing pretty skirts or dresses around him don’t even expect to make it out of the door. He’ll have you pinned against the kitchen counter so fast, murmuring to you about how he couldn’t possibly let you just walk out the door looking that fucking cute while getting his hand up under your skirt.

Making videos - It will take him forever to bring this up. He knows it’s a big thing to ask you so he’ll wait until a lot of trust is built up before broaching the subject. The moment he gets a yes though he is over the moon. The first time he’ll just use his phone, filming you as he fucks you from behind and inadvertently catching a lot of his own little groans and moans on the recording. And watching it back the whole thing has you both so turned on you just need to do it again. He’ll try setting up his camera to capture both of you and afterwards he’ll make sure you both have copies of the videos. He loves watching them and reliving every little moment, thinking of how you felt the whole time. It quickly becomes his favourite thing to watch to get off.

Degradation - He loves you so fucking much and he expresses that by calling you his pretty little slut. He just can’t help himself, not when you’re on your knees, licking the cum off your lips and looking utterly fucked out just from sucking him off, or when you’re whimpering and squirming under him as he takes his sweet time teasing you and inching you closer to your release. God, you look is fucking pretty under him and the way you get even more desperate and needy when he starts calling you a little slut or a pretty whore, when he tells you just how desperate he knows you are, how he knows how badly he just want him to fuck you already. When you get like that how could he not tell you?

Jeongin

Dumbification - He didn’t even know he liked this until you. But the first time he properly fucks you he sees it, the way your eyes go all glassy and your gaze is all doe-eyed. The way your answers to him come slower and you repeat things in a dreamy haze. The way your blinks come slower and when he asks you a question you scrunch your nose up, and it’s like he can see the gears slowly turning while you struggle to answer him. The way you end up only being able to moan his name because everything but the pleasure has been wiped from your mind. He’s hooked. He’s so fucking hooked. He loves eating you out until you’re squirming and pulling on his hair but not managing to make a sentence. He adores fucking you with every ounce of his energy and watching you utterly fall apart on his cock. But fingering you, nice and slow, and watching you slowly unravel, might just be his favourite.

Brat taming - He likes a little bit of a challenge. Of course if you wanna be good for him some days he’s not gonna say no. It is nice when you get on your knees for him, lips falling open from just one look. But there is a special joy when he tells you to do something and you say “make me” with a little smirk on your lips. It’s such a fun game to him and he knows you too well. You both know that he knows just how to break you, how to get you crying and dumb for him. But it’s not about that, it’s about the journey, about him breaking you in the best, most pleasurable way possible. Orgasm control - There is just something so fun for him about being in total control of your pleasure. He has so much patience with you because he loves the way it affects you when it takes him forever to get you right to the edge, only to pull away before you can actually cum. He loves when it makes you whine or squirm, he can read it on your face how bad you want it even if you won’t say it just for the sake of your own pride. He’ll edge you over and over, as slowly as he can, no matter how hard and needy he is, because watching how it affects you is so worth it. He wants you to fall apart before he even gets his cock in you, he wants you begging for it in fact. If you’re extra bratty he has no problem telling you he’ll gladly deny you any orgasm at all. If that’s not enough to make you behave and you still want to push him even more he’ll take great joy in jerking himself off, cumming all over your pretty pussy and leaving you needy and moaning after watching him, finally caving in and begging him to let you cum.

[bettysupremacy]

Family Video blues

Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader

Summary: With family videos broken AC, Steve has to take care of his poor heat exhausted girlfriend.

Warnings: food and mentions of eating, not drinking enough water, horrible summer heat, cursing, fem! reader, tooth rotting fluff, kind of sick! Reader maybe? Tell me if there’s more!

A/N: would you believe me if I told you this was supposed to be a completely different fic, but I got too caught up in Steve taking care of her? So here’s this love letter to my beloved Steve Harrington.

1.2k words, kinda short.

Cold AC is the only thing forgiving about working at Family Video during the summer. She could be out shopping with Max, or swimming with Robin, but no, she’s stuck in Family Videos horror section putting away returns.

Cold AC is the only thing forgiving about working at family video during the summer, but the AC broke three days ago.

Sweat trickles down her neck as she looks for the correct spot to put Gremlins, eyes scanning over the rows and rows of G horror movies. Keith insisted that they keep the movies in alphabetical order.

“Goddammit,” It comes out as a murmur, not wanting to disturb Robin and Steve, not wanting to pass her bad mood to her innocent coworkers, but ultimately she gives up, stuffing it between Godzilla: King of The Monster and Godzilla Raids Again.

It’s so hot in this goddamn store, she’s afraid the tapes will melt. Can they do that?

The heat seeps into her head making her brain foggy, so she grabs a new tape and sinks to her knees for a little reprieve.

When was the last time she drank water?

Alien. The new tape she grabbed is Alien, and she’s on the ground kneeling next to the fucking Z section. Her forehead makes slow contact with the metal holding the movies, it’s warm, and the VHS cover of Alien sitting in her lap mocks her. Bold, white, A, reminding her that she needs to stand up.

Someone cruelly flicks cold water onto her neck. She tenses up rigidly before turning her head.

“You hot, baby?” Steve stands over her, stainless steel water bottle popped open guiltily. “You feelin okay?”

The ice sloshes as he crouches next to her, gently ripping Alien from her grip, and looking at the big fat Z painted over the section she’s sitting in.

His big warm hand comes up to her forehead. “Have you drank enough water today? It’s really hot in here.”

“No.”

“No?” He hands his water bottle to her, mumbling “Drink a little more.” when she pulls it from her lips, and smiling when she listens.

“Let’s take lunch break.”

“What about Rob?”

Steve looks around the empty store warily. “I think Rob’ll manage.”

“You think?”

“Definitely.” The kiss he presses to her forehead is warm, but not unwelcome. She leans into his touch, frowning when he pulls back to help her up.

The employees only room is significantly cooler than the rest of the store. A box fan, that Steve bought, rests in the corner. Goosebumps rise to the skin of her arms immediately, and Steve smiles at the way she shivers.

“What’d you bring for lunch, babe?” He pulls a strand of sweat sticky hair from her forehead.

She shy’s away from his hand, “Forgot.”

“My girl forgot her lunch?” He tsks, pulling out the brown sack of lunch he brought today. “Are you hungry?”

“A little.” She could cry at the way Steve is treating her right now, with such love and affection.

“Enough for a sandwich? Or just my chips?”

“I don’t wanna eat your lunch, Stevie.”

“Please.”

“What will you eat?”

Steve knows she won’t eat his food, not unless he eats with her, and he doesn’t want to be the reason guilt gnaws at her stomach. “You get half the sandwich and I’ll get the other half, okay?”

She looks hesitant.

“And I’ll share the chips. God forbid you eat the whole bag without me.”

She doesn’t smile very much, and he wasn’t expecting her to, but the twitch in the corner of her lips is a success in his books.

“Come sit on my lap.” She shakes her head no. “At least sit next to me.”

She moves to pull her chair out, but he moves quicker and pulls it closer to him. Steve recounts an old story as they eat together. Her soft responds in all the right places gets him every time.

“-And he was in the kitchen mixing a drink!”

“But he told you he was out of town? That’s so rude.”

“Exactly!”

When they’re almost finished, he fishes the rest of the zips out of the bag and dumps them on her zip lock bag, accepting it when she lifts one up to his mouth. He lifts one up to her mouth and she turns her head.

“Um, no? You can’t feed me but deny me feeding you? Eat the chip.“

She giggles at the offense dripping from his voice, turning her head farther away. He grabs her cheeks in his left hand, managing to get her to look at him, while his right hand holds the chip.

“Eat the chip.”

Her shoulders are shaking with silent giggles as he looks at her very mock sternly.

“Eat it.” He bites back a laugh.

She accepts the chip into her mouth, letting her giggles get louder when he drops his hand from her face. A fond smile works it’s way onto his lips as he watches her laugh.

“There’s my smiley girl, where’s she been?”

“Waiting in the AC.”

“Oh, makes sense. Will she come out with me to finish putting the horror returns away?”

“I’m putting the horror returns away, you’re doing romance.”

“What? I can’t help you and then do my own?”

“Keith will get mad.”

“Keith’s always mad about something.”

She huffs out indignantly, looking away. Steve can’t stand the couple seconds that her eyes aren’t on him. He taps her cheek twice.

“Let me come help, please? If not for your sake, for Keith’s sake. I’m sure he doesn’t want to see Alien in the Z section.”

He can’t help but laugh when he watches her jaw drop. “You’re using that against me? I was hot. I was dying from..”

“Heatstroke?”

“Heatstroke!”

“Heat exhaustion?”

“Maybe!”

He giggles boyishly. It drips with a sticky fondness that has her facade crumbling.

“C’mere.” He reaches his arms out wide for her, and this time she doesn’t deny him of her sitting on his lap. Arms wrapped around each other languidly, their shirts cling to each other’s sweaty skin. “Gimme a kiss.”

She doesn’t deny him of that either.

“You gotta tell me when you’re not feeling so hot.” He rests his forehead to her temple.

“I was feeling really hot.”

His nose nudges hers, “You know what I mean.”

She nods, closing her eyes and accepting the kiss he presses to the corner of her mouth.

“Jus’ wanna take care of you.”

She wraps her arms a little tighter around his neck, nuzzling her nose into the side of his neck. She wishes she could kiss it. She does.

He preens delightedly, so she does it again.

“Love you.”

“Love you more.”

He presses her lips into her hair, silently shaking his head no.

“Oh my god, are you for real?” They look up to see Robin standing in the doorway, lunch box in hand. “How could you cuddle in these temperatures? Fucking disgusting I tell you.”

She sits across from them, shoving their lunch garbage out of the way to stick her own down.

“Oh yeah, just move our shit Robs.”

“Okay.” She pushes the chip bag away from her.

The look he gives Y/N is coated in bafflement, but he can’t keep it on his face when he sees her shoulders shaking in silent giggles again. He leans down to press a sticky kiss to her lips.

“I’m eating here.”

[sadhours]

neon lights pt. 3 | b.h & reader

18+ minors dni | prev chapter contents: adult themes, gambling addiction, angst, smut

“Oh, god, yes!” you hear through the paper thin walls of your apartment as you try to fall asleep, “Billy!”

You grab your pillow and try to cover your ears but it’s no use. They’re all so loud lately it was driving you insane. Billy was being cruel, bringing home a girl five nights a week. You had intended to bring someone home too, thinking two could play at that game but there wasn’t a single candidate at any of the bars you’d gone too that night. You know it’s because you’d started comparing men to your roommate and well, you found that Billy was so incredibly good looking that every man you looked at fell short.

The worst part of it is you feel like you lost your best friend. You two were so close before but now it’s different. If you carpooled, the whole ride would be silent but half the time Billy left before you were ready, forcing you to drive yourself. He gambled even more than before, he was late on every bill this month but you couldn’t say anything about it, afraid to push him out the door. A few of the girls even slept the night and he made them breakfast with the food you bought. It was infuriating and all you wanted was for things to go back to the way they were.

“Fuck me!” you hear the girl in the next room cry out and you feel physically ill, pushing yourself up from your bed and walking up to the wall.

You slam your fist into the it repeatedly, “Shut up!”

Then, you turn on your stereo loud enough to drown them out but there’s no way you can fall asleep with the music playing either. You just lie there and stare at the ceiling until Billy bursts into your room after the tape has flipped sides.

“Turn it off,” he calls into your room, you sit up to look at him. His skin glistens with sweat, curls stuck to his forehead and his face flush.

You roll your eyes, standing up from your bed again and stride over to your stereo. You hit the off switch and then stomp over to Billy, shoving him back so you can slam the door.

“Real fucking mature,” you hear him through the cheap wood.

God, you just wanna smack him right in his dumb face. But you take a deep breath and crawl into bed. You want to cry and you feel pathetic for it. You were the one who kept saying you couldn’t do this, he was just listening to you. The tears come and you can’t control them, seeping down over your cheeks until you have another miserable sleep.

When you wake up, you’re greeted with Billy and the girl from the night before sitting on your couch with coffee and cigarettes. You just roll your eyes when he says good morning, stomping over the kitchen to make your cup of coffee. You know he works today so you’re wondering why he hasn’t already sent her on her way. You’re very grateful you’ve got the day off and you won’t have to see him for the majority of it. He says something to you but you were deep in thought, watching your coffee slowly drip into the cup. You don’t ask what he said, instead deciding that it wasn’t important. However, you notice there’s no more creamer in the fridge and you see red. Billy drinks his coffee black, therefore this bitch sitting on your couch used the rest of your creamer.

“You’re fucking joking,” you seethe, picking up the mug and chucking it in the sink, hearing the ceramic shatter but you don’t give a shit.

“That’s what I was trying to tell you,” Billy says but you stick your hand up.

“Don’t even fucking look at me, right now,” you say before stalking to your bedroom and slamming the door. Looks like you’d have to do the grocery shopping earlier than intended. You grab a pair of jeans and pull them up over your legs, reaching for a random shirt and slipping your shoes on. You reach for your Walkman, shoving it into your bag before exiting your room and out of the house without so much as a glance at the worst roommate in the world.

After you slam the door, the girl laughs, “Your roommate is a real bitch.”

Billy sighs, lighting another cigarette immediately after stomping his out in the ashtray. You usually weren’t but these past few weeks have been brutal. He was confused, he had thought this is what you wanted in the first place but then you were being so mean all the time. He figured he probably wasn’t being that great either but he started going to the casino more days than not just to be out of your hair and well, that wasn’t good for his finances. As fun as it was, Billy wasn’t a lucky guy. He still hoped he’d hit a jackpot or at least double his money but he was usually hitting cash out when he’d lost half of it.

“She’s not so bad, I think she’s just going through something,” he shrugs, looking at the tv.

“Maybe she needs to get laid,” his guest says, smoothing her over Billy’s crotch.

He chuckles, “Maybe. I gotta start getting ready for work.”

You did need to get laid and Billy thought it was unfortunate that it couldn’t be by him. He grabs the girls wrist and pulls it off of him, “Let me call you a cab.”

“Okay…” she pouts, and he walks to the phone, dialing the number he knew so well. He walks her out when the taxi arrives, but he turns his face when she goes to kiss him.

“Can I see you again?” she asks and Billy smiles awkwardly.

“I’ve got your number,” he says and waves her goodbye before going inside and hopping in the shower so he could start getting ready for his shift.

He hopes you’re back before he’s done so he an apologize for the whole creamer thing, he knew he shouldn’t have let her use the rest of it but he’d made the coffee and didn’t want to look stupid. He’d rather you look like a bitch, and he hated that. It wasn’t fair to you, and he thought he should be a little bit more considerate. He didn’t have to bring girls home every night, but they got his mind off of things and he was pretty much using them as a release- a kind of therapy.

He’s styling his hair when he hears that you’re home. He’d been frustrated with it, because he hadn’t had a haircut in so long it was just a mop of unruly curls doing whatever they wanted. He slips his boots on and opens his bedroom door, the front door wide open. He wanders out to your car and helps you carry the rest of the groceries in.

“I’m sorry,” he says when you start putting them away. “That was super uncool of me.”

“Everything you do is uncool,” you mutter under your breath, opening the cupboard to put away the boxes of rice you’d bought. Next, you pull dish soap from the bag and when you go to put it in its place on the sink. You look into it and notice Billy had cleaned up the mug you broke. That was cool of him, however he was the reason you’d broke it in the first place.

Billy groans, “Listen, we gotta talk. We have to work this out or I should move out.”

“No,” you sigh, finally bringing your eyes to meet his. “Don’t move out. I’m… I just need some space, okay? We can talk when you get home tonight.”

You glance over at the clock to see it nearing four, “You’re gonna be late.”

“I’m off at midnight, you’ll be awake when I get home?”

“Yeah,” you shrug, “I work 4-12 tomorrow too, so.”

Billy grabs his keys from the counter, nodding to you before leaving you all alone. You finish putting everything away and figure you should take a bath, calm your nerves. You pour yourself a glass of wine and start on some self care.

The club is packed for some odd reason. It’s a Thursday, these shifts are usually pretty boring for Billy. In fact, Thursday’s he usually cleans the floor drains out of pure boredom. He worries he’s not getting out of here at midnight like he’d planned but fuck, he was two hundred short on rent and the first of the month was just around the corner. Well, he wouldn’t have been two hundred short if it weren’t for his trip to the casino. He had his half of rent tucked away in his wallet and when his tip money ran out, he used his rent without a second thought. Well, the thought was that he could make it back or even more. Alas, he didn’t but Billy had a talent for survival, and he knew everything would be fine.

“Hi, is Cherry working tonight?” Billy freezes when he hears your stage name, he looks up to see a young guy staring back at him with a hopeful look in his eye.

He was no regular, your regulars already knew your schedule. This guy was different, he wore a fucking polo shirt and pressed slacks.

“I went to high school with her, heard she was dancing here and thought I’d stop by to see,” the guy says, and Billy can tell his intentions aren’t friendly.

“No one named Cherry works here,” Billy lies, easily, “Can I get you a drink?”

“Shit, she lied to me?” the guy asks and sits down at the bar, “I’ll take a Jack and Coke.”

Billy grabs a glass, filling it with ice before grabbing the neck of the Jack Daniels bottle.

“Sorry, bud,” he gives him an apologetic frown before counting the pour in his head, reaching for the soda gun and simultaneously filling the glass.

“It’s crazy, she told me this morning when I ran into her at the supermarket,” he purses his lips,

“Yeah, that sucks dude, chicks lie,” Billy says with a roll of his eyes, “Plenty of other girls dancing tonight.”

“Huh, she really doesn’t work here, ‘cause if you’d seen her you’d know these other bitches just don’t compare,” he shrugs.

“What a shame. It’s 3 for the drink,” Billy says, looking bored when he’s really just pissed off.

The guy slides a five to Billy, “I’m Chip.”

“And I don’t care,” Billy winks, grabbing the bill and walking back to the register.

“Why do you look so peeved?” Becky asks, leaning against the counter next to the register.

“Just an asshole customer,” he say’s quietly to her, pulling two dollars from the register to put it on the bar top.

“Hey, excuse me, maybe you know her. Does Cherry work here?” Chip asks and Becky sells Billy out.

“Yeah! She’s not here tonight though,” Becky smiles at him before walking back to her side of the bar.

Chip gives Billy an amused look, a smug smile on his face that Billy wants to punch. He sighs at being caught, “Look man, I have an obligation to protect these girls and I have no clue who you are.”

“Seems like you’d be hurting the business lying to dudes left and right, what if I had a fat tip for her?” Chip counters, bringing the drink to his lips.

Billy tries not to read into the insinuation, instead turning to the group of men walking up to the bar and taking their order. Chip chuckles softly before finishing his drink in two big gulps and trudging out of the club.

-

When Billy finally gets home it’s a little after two am and he’s surprised to walk into you blasting Foreigner on the stereo as you scrub away at the kitchen sink. He kicks his boots off by the door and walks into the kitchen. You look adorable, he thinks. Bright yellow gloves covering your hands and forearms add a pop of color to your rather simple pajamas, a simple black singlet and tiny spandex shorts. The clip in your hair doing a miserable job of keeping the strands up, loose pieces dangling around your neck.

“I’ve been waiting! For a girl like you to come into my life!” he sings exaggeratedly, raising his fist in the air, “I’ve been waiting for a girl like you and a love that will survive!”

You turn to him, an entertained expression smeared across your face and a smile breaking at your lips.

“You actually have a really nice voice,” you compliment him, impressed.

Billy snorts, patting your ass as he walks to the fridge and grabs a beer. “Ya think I can get a record deal?”

You stiffen at the gentle smack, but you know Billy’s just a touchy guy and it doesn’t necessarily mean anything. He walks over and turns the dial on the stereo, lowering the volume before walking back into the kitchen.

“Been cleaning all day? Place looks nice,” he muses.

Cleaning was something you did as a distraction, losing yourself in a good album and letting worrying thoughts fall behind. “Yeah, I got bored,” you shrug, rinsing the soap from the sink.

Billy smiles, “I saw the bottle of wine in the fridge, have a glass and sit with me. Take a break.”

That does sound nice, you think as you’re pulling the gloves off and tossing them around the faucet. “Have you eaten?” you call out, pouring a glass of moscato.

“I grabbed something on the way home,” he lets you know, sitting back on the couch and waiting for you.

When you sit, he wraps an arm around the back of the couch and coincidentally, your shoulders. He uses his other hand to pat his chest and you take the offer, leaning your back against him, holding your wine glass in your hand.

I Don’t Wanna Live Without You is the next song on your mixtape and it makes this whole thing feel so romantic. You’re not sure if you should just lean into it. Billy’s body feels warm against your back and you can feed his breath tickling your neck.

“So what do we do?” he asks, moving his hand to touch yours.

You sigh, “It’s been hard to push this stuff down.”

“Then why do it?” he wonders.

“Maybe it’s just lust,” you suggest, “Maybe all we really want is to just have sex.”

Billy laughs softly, “We could just do that then, who says we have to be together?”

You raise an eyebrow, “I don’t know if you’ve noticed but I don’t sleep around the way you do.”

He snorts at that, not really sure how to respond. He didn’t want to admit he’s only been so overboard with it because he gets so sexually frustrated at the sight of you. He had to get it out somehow.

“We could try it, I guess. If it doesn’t work then we just stop?” you think aloud.

“It’s just fun, we stop when it’s not fun anymore,” Billy says.

“If.”

“Huh?”

“We stop if it’s not fun anymore,” you correct him.

Billy pushes his nose against the back of your neck, you can feel him smiling against your skin. “So it’s a deal then?”

His breath against your neck makes you feel hot all over, “It’s a deal.”

Billy bites you then and you yelp, spilling your wine on the couch when you involuntarily jump.

“Shit,” he says, sitting up all the way, “I’ll get it.”

He saunters over the kitchen, grabbing a towel and bringing it back to wipe the couch. It’s definitely not how you’d clean it but you know the wine won’t stain the brown upholstery so you let it go.

“Thank you,” you say as you sit up.

Billy leaves to toss the towel in with the dirty laundry and when he gets back he says, “Oh, yeah, a guy came by the club looking for you.”

“Who?” you ask, shocked.

“Oh, god, he had such a douchey name! What was it?” he looks deep in concentration before he widens his eyes when he remembers, “Chip!”

You roll your eyes and groan, “I fucking hated that guy so much. We went to school together. I ran into him today and he asked what I was up to.”

Billy smirks, “He said he might’ve had a uh, fat tip to give you.”

“I’d rather have yours,” you say without thinking.

He laughs though and collapses back on the couch with you, pulling you onto his lap. It’s so easy being there, perhaps because you sat in men’s laps for a living. Still, it was rare a man like Billy would walk into the club. He wraps his arms around your waist and starts kissing at your shoulder. Your initial reaction is to recoil, the walls you’d spent forever building up hadn’t cracked yet. He must feel you tense up because he whispers into your ear, “Hey, relax. Let me make you feel good.”

His deep voice melts you, but his hands cupping your breasts over your thin tank top force you to drop your mouth open. Your body lights up with anticipation, you’d actually be sober enough to remember this. To see what all the fuss was about, why all those women were so loud in his bed. You tilt your head back, eyes looking up at Billy and he meets you with an intense gaze. His eyes are dark with lust and you wonder if he’d been desiring this as much as you have. He grazes his thumbs against your peeked nipples, biting his lip as he intently watches your face. You whine out his name and his lips turn up into a satisfied smile. Funny thing is, he’s not doing anything you’ve never experienced yet it feels like first time you’re being touched like this.

“Talk to me,” you demand softly, eyes fluttering shut as his hands move lower and rest on your stomach.

Billy laughs at that, tucking his fingers into hue waistband, “So you like dirty talk, eh?”

You blush as you admit, “I like your voice.”

It was one of the first indicators that you were attracted to him, when you’d hear his voice your entire body would ignite in arousal. Billy kisses against your temple, hands inching dangerously close to your aching core. He still isn’t talking, though so you look back up at him and see his face deep in concentration.

“What are—“

“I’m thinking!” he exclaims defensively, nudging your head with his chin.

A giggle erupts from you, “You can literally say anything. Your voice makes me so wet.”

You hear him groan softly, your self confidence raging from the confirmation that you turn him on too. “That works,” you pant, arching your back to try to wiggle his hand lower.

Billy licks against the shell of your ear and then bites the lobe, you feel it in your thighs as you moan out. He whispers against your ear, “You’re so fucking hot.”

Finally, you feel his fingers slide through your drenched folds and you bring your knees up and spread your legs further.

“Fuck— you’re soaking,” he continues and you’re head feels so fuzzy, the timbre of his voice only making his statement even truer.

“Mhm,” you moan out, “all because of you.” Your voice sounds foreign on your ears, higher pitched from the magic he’s doing on you.

“Yeah?” he breathes, sliding two fingers to your entrance and grazing the hole in circles.

You choke out another moan, much louder than the other ones and you get it. Those girls in his bedroom couldn’t keep quiet. It was impossible. His thick fingers were too damn perfect.

“Billy,” you pant, feeling his arousal present against your back.

He brings his fingers back up to your clit, scissoring the tender bud as he presses a sloppy kiss to your neck, his tongue feels so hot and certain against the skin. Your writhing against him, small moans and pants uncontrollably falling from your lips. His ministrations pick up an unbearably skilled rhythm, fast and then slow. It’s all so brutal.

“Take your fucking shorts off,” he demands as his free hand pulls your tank top up just above your breasts. You stand up to do so then turn to him.

“Yours too. Off,” you demand.

You wouldn’t dare tear your eyes away, watching as Billy kicks his boots off before hurriedly unbuttoning his pants and pushing them to his ankles along with his boxers. His cock springs out, slapping against his stomach and you groan at the sight of his red, leaking tip. You sit beside him this time, bringing your knees up to spread yourself for him. You lick your palm and reach down to wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, squeezing slightly as you turn to look at his face. He’s biting his lip, staring into you with those gorgeous blues. He then reaches down to rub your pussy again, groaning again at just how wet you are. You gasp out when he slides two digits inside, his actions a little more rough this time. You stroke him slowly, rubbing along his tip with your thumb every time you go up. He lets out a low moan. You turn your eyes forward and that’s when you catch it, you can see the reflection of you two on the empty TV screen. It excites you even more and your hips jerk forward.

“Billy,” you nod towards it, glancing to him to make sure he sees it too.

He laughs softly, spreading his fingers inside you and then pulls them out. He brings his palm up and slaps your pussy, clearly putting on a show for himself. And for yourself, you cry out at the strike, feeling as you clench around nothing. You squeeze his cock again, looking back to his face and smiling wide.

Billy moves to kiss you then, pulling his hands away and grabbing your wrist to pull yours away. He’s pinning you back on the couch and moving between your legs, deepening the kiss, grabbing onto your face as he does so.

You moan against his bruising lips, arms trapped beneath his strong body. His grip on your jaw is tight, his other hand grabbing a fistful of your hair and pulling while he hastily licks into your mouth. You wiggle beneath him, desperate for him. Billy’s pulls back and grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head with one hand. He leans back down and licks up your neck to your ear.

“Do not move your hands,” he demands, voice low and breath intoxicating against your ear. “Do I make myself clear?”

You whimper, “Yes, sir.”

Billy pats the side of your thigh, “Good girl.”

You ache all over in anticipation, so eagerly ready for whatever he wants to do to you. Another gasp falls from you as he licks the curve of your cleavage and his tongue descends down your stomach but entirely skips where you desire it most. You instinctively bring your hands to his hair when he presses his tongue to your inner thigh. You quickly realize your mistake and pull your hands away and bring them back over your head. But Billy won’t let you get away with it, he sits up and looks down at you.

“What did I tell you?” he asks, “Tsk tsk.” He shakes his head and wraps his fingers around your wrists.

“M’sorry,” you mumble as you squirm underneath him.

“Do I need to tie you up?” he asks, his other hand wrapping loosely around your throat and you’re speechless, gazing back at him with wide eyes and mouth agape. You can’t say you’re surprised Billy’s into this stuff but you are surprised by just how much you are.

“Is that a yes?” he tightens his fingers and you shake your head.

“I’ll be good,” you pant out breathlessly.

He leans his face down to yours, kissing you almost too chaste for the sinister way he’s behaving. He pulls back to continue teasing your thighs with broad strokes of his tongue. It’s starting to become overwhelming, you know you’re dripping down your thighs and you feel him licking it up slowly. You need his mouth on your pussy this instant, you need some kind of relief or you fear you might start crying due to frustration.

“Please,” you beg, “I need… I—“

Billy licks around your core, so close yet not quite there. He places a kiss on your hip and looks up at you, “What do you need?”

“You!” you whine.

Billy laughs, low and devious, “I’m right here.”

You whine again, squirming underneath him and digging your fingernails into your palms.

“Tell me what you need, kitten.”

His tongue smooths against your hip and you moan out, rocking up at him.

“I need your mouth on my pussy,” you plead, feeling your cheeks heat up as he makes you say it out loud. “Please…”

“Good job, dollface,” Billy grins up at you, smoothing his hand over your stomach.

“Please,” you beg some more, hoping it’ll make him move faster.

He hums before trailing kisses back down to your core, spreading you with his fingers as he licks a broad stroke from your hole to your clit. You swear you see fireworks behind your eyelids, letting out a breathless moan and arching slightly.

“Billy, yes,” you whimper out.

He’s fervent between your legs, almost like he’s been desperate to do it and doesn’t know when he’ll get to do it again. To be honest, you’d didn’t expect he was the type of guy to enjoy going down but you’re happily mistaken, feeling the pressure inside you pulled taut when he sucks on your clit.

“Ah—“ you moan out, the sound getting caught in your throat as Billy licks into your hole, his hands holding your thighs in place when he feels them begin to shake.

He looks up at you, “You gonna cum for me?” after he asks, he licks broadly through your folds and then begins lapping at your clit.

You pant out, “Yes, I’m…” then it crashes over you, hands diving into his curls and pushing his mouth against you as you ride his face. You cry out his name over and over, tears threatening to spill when he continues after you’ve climaxed, your hands pulling at his hair and you jolt up. He licks you clean until you’re whimpering and overstimulated.

Then his mouth is on yours, tongue pushing past your lips and you can taste yourself, you can feel how wet it is around his mouth, down to his chin. When he pulls back, his lips tug up and expose his teeth in a euphoric smile.

“Dear god,” you tell him, your breath coming out short, “I’ve never cum that hard in my entire fucking life.”

Billy laughs softly and you push his curls off his forehead, admiring his face hovering over you. His erection is apparent against your stomach, but he’s caressing your face and kissing your lips gently.

“Let’s go to my room,” you nudge his nose with yours.

Billy hums, kissing you again before pulling himself up to his feet and tugging you up with him. Your legs feel like jello and you wobble as you stand, so Billy lifts you up and you wrap your legs around his waist. He carries you into your bedroom, flicking the light on before laying you down and settling beside you. You turn to him as he turns to you, staring into your eyes. You hook your leg over his waist and reach for his cock, guiding his tip through your folds before lining it up with your entrance. Billy bites his lip, pushing his hips up and you feel a few inches of him enter you. Your breath hitches up and your eyes fall shut, the girth of him a little intense at first.

He smooths his hand up the underside of your thigh, fingers feeling himself connected inside of you and he groans softly. You’re desperate to hear more noises from him, pushing him onto his back and straddling him. You lower yourself so he’s completely inside you, moaning hoarsely at the sensation. He makes a noise a little more higher pitched than you’re used to and it makes your head swim, palms pressing onto his chest as you start grinding against him, his fingers grip your hips.

“So fucking good,” he grits his teeth, tilting his head back slightly.

Your jaw falls open when he hits your g-spot with a particular swoop of your hips, fingernails digging in his chest as you try to recreate it over and over.

“You’re so fucking big,” you whine out, grabbing his hands and lacing your fingers. You press his hands into the sheets, above his head as you bounce up and down on his cock.

Billy licks his lips, “You take it so well.”

His voice drenched in pleasure surges more wetness from you and he groans low and husky. His eyes are scanning all over your body and face, enamored with all of it.

“Billy,” you pant out, “Oh, fuck, Billy…”

You let go of your hands and straighten your back, cupping your breasts and squeezing them as you ground down on him.

His hands are back on your hips, holding you still as he drills into you, his hips snapping up in reckless force. He hits your spot each time, causing you to arch your back and your hand to drop down to run quick circles against your clit. You can hear your skin slapping together and the little grunts and groans coming from him.

“Shit,” you curse, “I’m gonna fucking cum again!”

Billy grins up at you, “Thatta girl. Cum all over my cock, cum for me, princess.”

The praise does it, your body convulsing above him as you ride out your orgasm, dripping down his cock while you scream his name out.

He doesn’t give you any time to come down, flipping the two of you and pushing your knees up, hands on the backs of your thighs as he pounds into you from above. That’s got you screaming, hands grabbing onto any part of him you can.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he groans, pulling out and moving to the side of you. You turn over and wrap your lips around his cock, moaning as he empties into your mouth. You suck, wanting every last drop you can get from this man. He’s a whining mess before you and dear god, you’re already ready for more.

Never in your life though, have you tasted cum so delicious. It’s not at all bitter and you’re confused but even more so, incredibly infatuated. You think either he’s meticulous about his diet or you’ve met your soulmate. And you’ve seen what Billy consumes, his cum should taste disgusting.

You’re lying on your backs, panting and holding hands with the laziest and happiest smiles.

“Is that what you thought it’d be like?” you ask.

Billy’s tone is perplexed, “We’ve had sex before.”

You turn to him, “I don’t remember it. Do you?”

He scrunches his face up, out of hurt or realization, you’re not sure. But then he says, “I guess not. Like bits and pieces.”

You’re curious now, “What do you remember?”

Billy’s face flushes, “I honestly think we were too drunk to even finish.”

You grin, “Aw, good ol’ whiskey dick.”

He cocks an eyebrow, “Whiskey clit? You couldn’t cum either.”

“Whiskey clit is definitely a thing. Probably more frustrating than whiskey dick,” you counter, cuddling up to his chest and looking at him. “What else though?”

Billy looks like he’s thinking hard, “I ate you out, I think… I’m pretty sure you were slapping my face?”

You hum, “Sounds like me.”

He laughs, “Well you didn’t slap me once just now.”

“That’s cause you were the boss this round, just wait an hour or two,” you tease him, pulling him into a kiss.

“You’re gonna be too exhausted to go to work tomorrow,” Billy says playfully and you hum happily.

“You too.”

“My job is much easier than yours,” he admits and you like that he thinks so. The physical aspect of your job wasn’t the hard part, it was the mental gymnastics. Having to turn the charm on for men who didn’t even see you as a person, pretending you were the perfect fantasy. And now the added bonus of Billy watching. That’s why you knew deep down, this whole thing was gonna go up in flames. This never worked out. Boyfriends didn’t work. And that wasn’t even considering boyfriends who worked with you. Boyfriends who had to pour drinks bought for their girlfriend by men eager to see her tits. Maybe Billy was different. You worried still.

“And higher paying for a reason,” you reply and he mocks offense.

“You bet your ass if they had a ladies night, I’d be on that stage in a heartbeat,” he assures you, rubbing his hand over your bare ass.

“I’d throw all my money at you, too,” you smile.

Billy chuckles, “And I’d use it to pay our rent.”

“Ooh, meta sugar daddy?”

He laughs hard at that and you feel proud, loving when you could make a man laugh. It felt even better making him laugh.

“Are you ready to go again?” you ask which makes him laugh once more.

“Thought you said an hour or two?”

“Yeah, but your laugh made me horny again,” you admit.

Billy pushes out a breath, “We could try. My dick twitched at you saying horny.”

You grin and sit up, pushing his hair of his forehead and looking at him. “Oh, god, Billy… you make me so horny. I’m just so fucking wet anytime I see you.”

“Or hear me,” he teases and you glance down to see his dick filling out again.

“Would you look at that?” you point out with a humble smile.

“Keep saying naughty stuff,” he pleads, fingertips caressing your cheek.

You giggle, bringing your lips to his ear to whisper, “You make me so hot, you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. Whenever I see you, all I want is for you to bend me over and take me. Wherever we are, whoever is around, I don’t care. I need your cock filling me up all the time, I’m so fucking desperate for it.”

“Alright,” Billy groans, pushing you onto your back and spreading your thighs against the sheets. He hovers over you, slapping his cock against your pussy and biting his lip as he watches.

“Need it,” you beg, wiggling under him, “Please, Billy.”

He slides inside you and you wrap your arms around his neck, moaning out at the feeling of being full again. You hook your legs around his waist and pull him flush against you. He grunts softly, rolling his hips excruciatingly slow. It’s nice and lazy, he kisses you and matches his rhythm, licking into your mouth every time he moves his hips back into yours.

“Mmm, you feel so amazing,” you muse, “Want you to be inside me all the time. Never wanna stop feeling this.”

Billy sucks in a breath, moving his hands to cradle your jaw as he peers into your eyes, the gaze intoxicatingly idolatrous. You feel panic creeping up but his loving smile diminishes it quickly. You gasp, moving your hand to his cheek and he drills into you particularly deep. Your moaning is breathy and high in tone, completely out of your control as he continues to pull them from you.

“Wanna make you feel this good all the time,” he purrs and it gives you the chills, your body trembling.

“Billy,” you whimper, eyes fluttering shut when he speeds his movements up. The sensation in the pit of your stomach letting you know that you’re there again. You pull him closer, softly chanting his name as he pulls the third orgasm from you and he’s soon after you, pulling out to shoot onto your stomach. You sigh, body going limp as he pulls away. You manage to look down at his cum on your stomach and you’re stunned by how much it is. You think, God damn, this dude must be so fertile, as you wipe it up with your fingers and bring it to your mouth, loving the taste of him.

Billy leans down to kiss your forehead and then lays down beside you, pulling you to him and kissing your neck and shoulder.

You feel so elated, you feel so cared for and so in love. You know it’s not good but you can’t stop it, you cling to him and don’t let go for the rest of the night.

[majegfgkj]

Okay this is every text I sent one of my friends while listening to the first two eps of the Magnus protocol

Tmp

Two eps!!! And oh my god it’s 40 mins long

Alex insulting ppl who have listened to every ep lmao

The intro music oh my god

Oh my god is that Jon (it’s not)

Omg I think it’s Gertrude

Nvm her name is Alice

There’s so many characters help

OIAR (what is that??) office of incident assessment and response

The beep is not a tape recorder i’m going to cry (my life is ruined)

Oh my god this is being recorded on a computer how does it come around everywhere

The statements are emails??

Dolls comma watching or dolls comma human skin lmaoooo (we love the Eye and the Stranger)

Omg it’s set like today

Oh my god Alex I can hear Alex oh my god MARTIN ITS THE ACTOR OF MARTIN

I have to listen again

IT REALLY IS

So it’s reading out the real statements

Naming the voices Norris, Chester, and Augustus I can’t

Okay my guess is Norris - Martin

Augustus is 100% Jon

Who tf is chester (like who could it be??)

Oh maybe Chester is Jon which Augustus is so pretentious it’s probably Elias (could it be?)

Oh my god are they trapped in a computer

Okay so the Stranger? Yeah I think

Yes god it’s definitely the Stranger

‘Arthur is that you?’ ‘Some of it’ LMAO

Yeah that was pretty tame

I like Gwen

Oh my god if they’re in the computer they could be in all technology right bc this has to be a different computer

STATIC ‘no one is forcing you to stay here.’ Mhm. Totally

THAT WAS SO DEFINITELY FORCED OUT OF HER

Is this boss related to Elias (no, Gwen is)

I really like Gwen

Help this beep is really annoying I want the ‘click’ of the tape recorders

We’re in the cameras rn aren’t we

I like Sam

This sounds like blinking there’s so much Eye

I feel like the Night Shift would be such a vibe

JON

JON JON JON JON

I HAVE TEARS

MAGNUS INSTITUTE

JON

MAGNUS INSTITUE

2022

JONNNNN

‘Magnus institute ruins’ is throwing me off

Wow it��s weird what a fucking surprise

Wow you’re paranoid what a fucking surprise

Foot went through the floor (worms?)

All the papers taken out, all of the statements???

CREEPY MUSIC PICKING UP

Symbols? Like eyes? Suspicious stains? Like worms?

The photos are disappearing. Interesting

Distortion. It literally said the word Distortion.

Red canary isn’t going to reply are they

‘Canaries should stay above ground’ what a fucking surprise guess who’s definitely dead

I WAS RIGHT ITS EYES

Poor Sam I don’t want him to become an Archivist

What sam has history with the Magnus institute

Okay so who is the most pretentious - Elias

Argh all these beeps idk if I like this

*me trying to work out if she’s joking when she’s says ‘looking for my next victim’*

Sam no what’s happened I like him

He’s ill?

Are we at a supermarket??

Okay who tf is this guy

SKSHDKJD THE MUSICCCCC

THE MAGNUS PROTOCOL IS A PODCAST OH MY GOD

Distributed by rusty quill and licensed under a Creative Commons attribution non commercial share alike 4.0 international license >>>>>

Bro this music is so good holy shit

Okay ep 2

Not as long :(

Who are Christian and coco?

Oh my god Alex’s intro holY SHIT

the music is so good

Computer whirring yay (not tape recorder *cries*)

Sam don’t do that don’t decode it

Gwen and the other guy that’s not Sam are giving tim and Sasha

lowriii

She plays Melanie’s therapist right. So… she’s still a therapist

Okay so the Stranger?

Maybe the Flesh

Wasps?? Corruption?

Mm not Corruption

STRANGER ITS STRANGER

Noooo Flesh its Flesh.

God this sounds like the old statements it makes me so happy, classic tma horror

Lmaooo bosses can’t be respected in this universe

What specific choice made us only able to hear one side of the convo. Who is the other person? Is it like georgie? say hi to ‘smth’ for me. Oh it’s a guy okay idk

Sam no don’t research

GWEN BOUCHARD???? WHERE IS ELIAS

Oh my god do I have to wait a week now that’s horrible

[icallhimjoey]

Hi! First of all, your stories are giving me so much comfort, you have no idea! And I don't know if you are accepting requests or anything, but I was on a bus home today, daydreaming as I always do, and a story idea popped up, and I don't know, maybe you are willing to give it a try to write it. Anyway...

I was listening to Moncrieff's song Warm while commuting and it made me think of a reader (won't lie, I imagined myself ehehehe) and Joe - maybe they are friends but she feels more, and maybe she finds a silver lining in everything that bothers him, encourages him and Joe is not really if his feelings are there yet, but he is definitely thinking more about her in a certain way. So, the idea is that he is so stressed out, so many things are going on, and he is being pulled apart by the industry, colleagues, people around him, journalists, and he finds himself spiralling and then one day he calls her, despite the time difference and she answers, sleepy and whatnot, and that's when he realises that she is the one.

I found that Moncrieff song so nice and I don't know, listen to it if you'd like, and if you won't write it or anything, it's okay. I just had to get it off my chest..

x

omg more people need to do this, this song is BEAUTIFUL hope you like what I've done with your request <3 Wordcount: 1.3K

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Homesick

“Joe?” you answered, the thick of sleep in your voice clearly detectable over the phone.

“Hey,” Joe instantly regretted not checking what time it was in London before he called.

“My God, you better have a good excuse to call me at a quarter past six on a Friday morning.”

Earlier that evening, Joe had shut the door behind him and had let out a deep sigh. Homesick. He had really felt it then and recognized that the annoying negativity he’d been dragging around on his shoulders was a longing for home. He felt so far removed, now across the Atlantic in a city deeply impersonal to him and he wished he could will himself back into his flat in London.

London. Where he knew to find the exact spot of the bathroom light switch when he would reach for it in the dark of night. Where there were cups of strong builder’s tea just the way he liked it. Where there were after work drinks at pubs that would be filled to the brim with others who had the same idea when they walked out of their office buildings at 5. Where people responded to your “sorry” with their “sorry”. Where you were, right now.

Joe’s days in LA were complex, and his job involved many aspects he didn’t have any control over which started taking its toll on him. Especially now that he hadn’t gotten a good night’s sleep in a few days. On long days like this one, people would almost seem to handle him like he wasn’t a human being at all. They were all smiles and kind words, but the hours he’d have to work felt inhumane. They asked a lot from him. And that’s not to forget that when Joe would eventually find himself in the comfort and silence of the rented apartment, he’d be up late reading scripts, rehearsing lines, doing self-tapes and deep diving Wikipedia pages in research of characters he would audition for later in the week.

It left him frustrated, moody and snappy, which wasn’t Joe’s default setting, and he actively disliked this version of himself. It didn’t help that the days had started piling together and he’d let it build without mentioning it to anyone. He knew he had to when he’d taken a shower and het let the emotion hurt him in his throat rather than getting it out of his system by having a cry.

There only seemed one solution to his problem, besides actually cutting his trip short which he knew he couldn’t do, but he felt a little apprehensive. Should he bother you with this? You had bigger fish to fry at home – you didn’t need to listen to Joe complain about opportunities he’d been working towards for so many years. But he just wanted to hear your voice. He knew you’d at least be kind enough to make him feel better. Joe remembered how you’d celebrated his upcoming trip with him. The one he was on now. It felt entirely effusive, he’d been on many trips before for his career, but you knew this one would be different. “I know I’ve said it before, but I can feel it, Joe. I can feel it right here.” You pointed to where Joe thought your spleen was located. “I think this is where my conscience sits.” You laughed. “Trust me, you’re going to come back and not recognize this face, so let me pay for your beers tonight so you’ll at least owe me when you get back.” You’d dragged him along to a pub, pride shining out of your eyes at what Joe’s future held. Prouder of me than my own mother, Joe thought.

You and Joe had been friends for too long. You always joked that you crowbarred your way into his life and squeezed yourself in between Joe’s intrusive thoughts and insecurities. A heavy bench to perch yourself on, but your light could easily overtake that darkness within Joe’s mind. And he loved you for it, but it made meeting potential girlfriends so much more difficult, because none of them seemed to live up to what you brought him. They’d be so pretty, but then not as funny as you were. Or they’d be so funny, but they’d lack your soft care for him. Or they’d care so much, but would only listen to Joe and then not do anything to cheer him up. It was always something that didn’t feel right. You were hogging the seat on that bench in his mind that was reserved for a lover. And Joe knew it wasn’t smart, but he let you.

“Sorry,” Joe heard movement of duvet covers as you turned over in your bed. “It’s still Thursday here.” He chuckled through a wince.

A couple of seconds of silence followed, and Joe imagined you in the dark of your bedroom, tucked up in your bed with your phone pressed to your ear and your eyes still closed.

“How’s LA?” you asked, threateningly close to drifting off to sleep again.

“It’s great.” But then you heard it in Joe’s voice, he stitch of melancholy, and you forced your eyes open. Joe wasn’t doing okay.

“That bad?”

“No, really. It’s great! It’s just… it’s a lot.” Joe let his head fall back against the sofa he was sat on.

“Were you expecting it not to be?” Joe could hear the smile that played on your face. He was fine with you poking a little fun, knowing it would give way for bickering that held every potential to lighten his mood.

“You don’t really know what it’s like until you’re here. Until you’re in it.” He defended.

“You sound tired,” you observed. “Get some sleep, it’ll all feel better in the morning.” Your advice filled Joe’s chest with warmth. He knew you were right. “I’m so jealous I’m not there,” you noticed the rain hitting your bedroom windows hard. “It’s really pissing it down here at the moment.”

Joe closed his eyes. He’d love some rain right now, even if it was just to reflect his mood.

“You wouldn’t like it here. This place is heartless.” Joe didn’t exactly have the highest of expectations of LA before having visited, but the way homelessness and decay laid around the corner of the glamour and shine of Hollywood had left a bad taste in his mouth.

“You just say that because your heart’s in London.” You reasoned.

With you, Joe thought.

“How many days until you’re back?” you stifled a yawn, prompting Joe to do the same.

“Too many… like, eleven?” Joe wasn’t sure. “Maybe ten.”

And as you started getting ready to slowly ease yourself into your last day of work before the weekend, Joe started getting ready to finish his day and prepared himself for bed. It was almost as if you were there with him in LA, and simultaneously he was there with you in London.

You chatted about an issue at work as you both brushed your teeth – Joe could barely make out the words. Joe talked about an amazing restaurant he’d been to as you got dressed. The company he’d been in had ruined the experience, so next time, he said, he’d go there with you. You did your make-up as you offered Joe advice on how to find the silver linings, reminding him he was doing good things, great things for himself out there. Joe washed his face as he absorbed every bit of positivity from you that leaked through the speaker of his phone.

And when you opened the curtains in your living room, you could hear Joe close the curtains in his bedroom.

“Goodnight Joey, turn that big brain off, all right? Count to infinity if you must.”

“Have a good day at work,”

“Love you, sleep tight.” You tried your best to say it as a friend, but the butterflies in your stomach seeped through, just... slightly.

“Love you.” Joe tried his best to say it as more than a friend, hearing your butterflies and feeling his own in response.

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Taenia memoriae

Ft: Dazai Osamu x Reader.

Notes: Happy birthday, my dear love. This is an old work of mine, I decided to translate it for this year bc I lack the time and I'm still working on another fic for him.

Taenia memoriae means "Ribbon of memories"

Warnings: Mentioning of suicide, breaking the 4th wall, slightly angsty. This may come off hard to understand without these following medias:

Puella Magi Madoka Magica - Rebellion

Higurashi no Naku Koro ni - Saikoroshi-hen.

Other keywords: talking to yourself, isekai.

Best with: Taenia memoriae - Puella Magi Madoka Magica.

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"Please see me again and then, if you dislike me, say so plainly. The flames in my breast were lighted by you; it is up to you to extinguish them. I can't put them out by my unaided efforts. If we meet, if we can only meet, I know that I shall be saved."

-The Setting Sun - Dazai Osamu.

You seal the letter with wax and put it in the drawer, where other letters suffer the same fate. Once written, forever sealed away.

"Now ain't that a waste?"

"Mind your own business. He wouldn't reply them anyway."

With that said, you stood up, stretching a little before glancing at the clock, only to realize it's been three hours since you sat down. Shouldn't you be preparing for dinner? Nah. You ate a little too much at lunch so you can skip dinner anyways.

You are an ordinary person to say, except for the fact that you are a little well, "deluded", at least that's how the world sees you. But no one can forbid you from dreaming, right~? Yet from the world's perspective, you are anything but a sane person. A human being ought to love another human being, then get married, have children, like any other 'normal' human being. But in your case, you had faintly realized that you do not belong in this world. You don't have any connections to it it or whatsoever, like a living ghost wandering.

You love someone who isn't real, to the point you're not only head over heels for him, but you worship him like a god. You once said that you deems yourself very much alike to that Akemi Homura girl. Met someone, and that person completely changed your life upside down. And you will do anything for that person's sake. Even if it means burning down the world.

To you, he's like a drug you can never get enough of. You never know when is it that he captured your heart, all you know was that the moment you realize this, he had you wrapped around his fingers already. You know that this man will be the death of you, but you still chase him like the moth chasing flame anyways. The flame of love started out flickering like a small candle, and by time it gets stronger, to the point it's like a monster lurking around, waiting to strike you down. Yet you accept it nonetheless, for he had became your shining beacon of hope.

There were times you dreamed of him, dreams where you two can finally unite. You know that you and him are like a lost child who keeps crying, waiting for someone to soothe them, to pick them up and take them back to a place they can call home. Your souls are like shattered glass that's being kept together with mere glue and duct tape, unstable and can be broken again any minute now. And you, you have a strong belief that you two are the only one who can heal each other. Or perhaps you two are just licking your own wounds?

"Y'know, sometimes I think you might be someone who got their ass whopped and isekai-ed here."

"Speak some decent human language, would you?"

"C'mon, I'm just playing with you! Don't do such a scary face!"

"Glad that I was able to scare the shit outta you."

"Motherfucker... I wish I could wipe that shit-eating grin out your face..."

You simply smiled at them and put on your headphones. Let's see, what should you listen to today~? Ah yes, it's gonna be his character song. You've been missing his sweet voice after all.

"If I can’t even grasp the meaning of life,

then I’ll say to this worthless night, goodbye.

But even though I think so… I’m still here."

This line reminds you of yourself. You've had countless thoughts about being able to rest in peace from the moment you awared that you've been living a life of shame. The thought of being dead haunts you like a ghost, it keeps whispering to you day or night, sleeping or awaken. But you can't just do whatever it said, because you are one hell of a coward. You're scared of pain. You don't want to bother others. For that you've become a living ghost wandering this world. What a twisted joke coming from fate.

That night when you almost took your own life, he had appeared and gripped your arm. It's natural to say that thanks to him, you had reborn, for the truth that since the day you two met, you've changed so drastically you can merely recognize yourself. And that moment was when you decided you'd give him your life. Until this body of yours wilt away, you shall forever be with him, and offer everything you have to him.

You've gone crazy for love, that's what people say. But to you, it's crazily beautiful. So you'll show the world how great your love is right this moment.

"Ah... The breeze feels so good here."

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You don't know when did you fell asleep, and all of the sudden you felt an arm wrapping around your waist. You jolted up, looking at the person. It was none other than Dazai, Dazai Osamu. This fluffy chocolate hair, this bandaged hand, and that mesmerizing face you've been looking at all over and over again. You can't stop tears from streaming down your face as you tackle him to a rib-crushing hug, forgetting the fact that he was still sound asleep.

"Ouch! Can you wake me up more gentle next time? Maybe with a kiss~?"

He was going to go on, but the scene of you crying as you cling onto him tightly like this caused his smile to vanish. Instead of fooling around like everyday, he returns the hug and pat your head gently. No words needed as you two kept clinging onto each other for that familiar warmth you longed so dearly.

It took you a lot of time to finally calm down. Dazai decided to break the silence, "What's wrong, (y/n)?"

"I had a sickening dream."

"A dream where I was dead?"

"No. Worse. I saw that I was in a world where you aren't real to begin with, yet I still love you with all my heart and soul nonetheless, and that torments me. I was so close to you, yet so far. Even if our souls are connected, wouldn't it be meaningless if we can't touch nor feel each other's warmth?"

"And then... I killed myself. Hoping that I'll finally be able to see you.", your voice was hoarse, it almost feels like you're going to burst out in tears again.

"It must have been hard for you...", he mutters quietly. It felt like his arms around you squeezed tighter in a brief moments. Does that mean... Your dream was real..?

"Say that you love me, Osamu."

"I love you. I really love you."

"Thank you..."

Your lips met. His lips and embrace feels so soft and warm. They feel like 'home'. And that brings your soul to ease. His hands felt a little rough and calloused, probably from holding guns, presumably from when he was a mafioso, yet to you, they feel softer than any kind of silk, and so gentle, as if he's treating a glass doll.

Love. That's the pinnacle of emotions. Warmer than hope, deeper than despair, that's what love is.

"You know..."

"Yes?"

"In my dream, you were a writer, but you were also a detective, and you even existed as a character in a game."

Dazai became quiet upon the words. "Writer, huh...", you know that he was reminiscing of his deceased friend, who dreamed of becoming a writer, where he can write novels in a room that look out to the sea. He was delving into his own memories, about those days he was still drinking at Lupin with that friend. That was the only place he can drop the facade and expose his true self.

"I don't think that was a dream..." you mutter inaudibly, as you lean your head against his chest, holding him close to you.

[i-cant-sing]

oh god the amount of break downs i woud have from oikawas yandere fan club is unfunny. i’m already convinced my friends that i made on my own accord hate me and i’m supposed to be cool with these people who now are chill with me, nah the amount of ugly crying would be unreal, i’d start skipping school just so i won’t see them

Fr 💯 Like your old friends avoid u like plague because Oikawa's crazy ass fangirls have threatened them to stay tf away from Oikawa's forced sister. You're down in the dumps because losing your friends in highschool is very depressing. You'd be walking down the corridor with your head down, only to knock into Oikawa's fangirls who are smiling creepily at you. Of course, you think they're about to beat you up so you try to run away, only for them to pull you back and latch onto your arms.

They begin dragging you out of school, and in your mind, you're convinced they're taking you to the cemetery to dig your own grave and then burry you in it. So you're crying all the way, and they're just cooing and try shushing you, a bit condescendingly.

I KNOW some of the fangirls are rich rich, so they push you in one of their cars and the chauffeur takes yall to their mansions, where they take you to their rooms and play dress up with you, even though you're like sobbing all the way because confusion???? You have a whole princess diaries makeover before they take you back to school and into the gymnasium, where the team is playing volleyball.

The practice comes to a stop with your quite sniffles. Oikawa walks over and gasps at you- you're dressed in the team's colours, wearing a plaid skirt, a white tank top, and of course, wearing Oikawa's Jersey. But that's not all, no. They've done your makeup, put your hair into buns with mint and white ribbons, and your hands? They have pom poms duct taped to them.

"Do you like our present, Oikawa-chan?" One of the fangirls asks.

He beams and nods, grabbibg your face as he inspects you left and right. "She's perfect! Looks so adorable! Thank you, girls!"

"Oikawa-chan, we have another surprise for you!"

"Hm?"

"We're gonna teach Y/n how to become a cheerleader!"

Oikawa was never fond of his fangirls that much, but in that moment, God was he glad to have them.

Now reader is even more miserable as these crazy bitches teach her the proper way too cheer, and they don't cut you ANY slack. No, no. You need to be perfect for Oikawa-chan, nothing else is acceptable. And they'll threaten you again if you don't listen to them🔪

Skipping school and hiding away in your home won't do you any favours either. The fangirls, now that they've gotten a taste of Oikawa's attention and realised the key to it is you, there isn't any line they're not willing to cross.

Hiding in your house? Bitch, they'll barge in, charm your parents, say they're taking you away for a girls day out/pampering Y/n day, before taking you away.

Trying to stay in detention on purpose? They'll sweet talk the teacher, saying that you need to be around smart and good girls that'll have a good influence on you, and who better to hang around than the school's head girl???? If that doesn't work, they can always blackmail the teachers.

[hopelessdelusional]

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labyrinth

EDIT: i fucked up and forgot to add a pic and it won’t let me so. yeah. also i fixed the out of order mistake i’m so sorry😭

ONCE AGAIN THE OC JORDAN IS NOT MINE‼️‼️‼️ it’s the dearest @kotoprincesa !!

hey…life…am i right?

yeah hopefully you saw the post LMFAO ya boy has had a weird week

i’m sorry this is a short one but like i said shit is crazy

i rlly hope i’ll have time to write tomorrow 😭

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AND SINCE THIS IS LATE IM GONNA FINALLY TELL U HOW EVERYONE GOT THEIR NICKNAMES FROM BKG MWAHAHA YES:

Sero-tape arms/soy sauce:

1. tape arms is from when it was their freshmen year of high school, and sero once got RLLY drunk at some senior’s party….anyways he got tied up by a bunch of girls. with tape. (yes he did cry as the gang ripped off the tape) fun fact!! Jordan was actually at that party (their cousin was the hostess) and was the one who told the bakusquad abt him getting taped up!

2. soy sauce is from the very first prank Kaminari did on the channel where he gave sero a glass of soy sauce but told him it was coke (sero didn’t speak to him for three days afterwards)

Mina-pinky/raccoon eyes:

pinky is like rlly obvious she has pink hair, BUT raccoon eyes is a much more funny story! you see, just like her lover; kirishima, she too had a sort of…alt-y phase. in her case, she experimented with black clothing but more importantly, black eyeshadow. like. a LOT. kirishima thought it was the CUTEST thing ever and was low key upset when she stopped doing it💀

Kirishima-weird hair/shitty hair/spiky:

he just had a rlly bad haircut when they came back to school for their sophomore year, it was legit like how teen guys had it in the early 2000s-gelled up into spikes 🫥

Kaminari-Sparky:

he tried rewiring their broken fan in college. got electrocuted. went to the hospital. yeah.

Hitoshi-eyebags:

he may not get sleep now, but it was RLLY bad their jr year of high school dear GOD. everyone would have to FIGHT him to get him to go to sleep, even putting that powder melatonin in his drinks 😭😭 (it was actually kats’ idea :(( such a sweetie)

Shoto-IcyHot:

shoto had this…phase…half way thru sophomore year of high school where he would over work himself with sports/work that he would literally put on icyhot every. single. day. (it drove EVERYONE crazy but no one dared to say anything)

Jirou-headphones:

ALL throughout high school jirou always had her headphones in. there wasn’t one time where she wasn’t listening to music and bkg being the old man he is thought it was “incredibly rude” and “disrespectful” (karma is a bitch tho bc after this HIS nickname was old man)

Momo-ponytail:

yeah the gang wasn’t kidding when momo went thru an INTENSE ponytail phase like she would gel it and everything😭😭😭the girls would be begging for momo just to keep it down or else she’ll keep getting called jojo siwa by the freshmen

Iida-four eyes/glasses:

….uh it’s kinda obvious LMFAO

Ochako-pink cheeks:

so bkg and ochako were actually #besties after they put their differences aside (after bkg apologized to izuku) and she would ALWAYS go to him and rant abt her crush on Iida. so, as “revenge” he would call her pink cheeks whenever she was talking to Iida. HOWEVER that so backfired on him bc the nickname made iida think bkg liked ochako (he also noticed their newest infatuation w/each other) and iida one day went to bkg to tell him HE liked ochako and was like “i see that you and ochako have made a new relationship, but i just need to tell you i have feelings for ochako.” anyways. bkg was going thru new anger management stuff and he had to take VERY deep breaths in order not to lose his shit LMFAO

Izuku-Nerd:

….do i really need to say anything? 🤨🤨

hope you enjoyed that! thank you for the wait i love u guys 🫶🫶🫶

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fun facts! ˏˋ°•*⁀➷

- you know it’s bad when kats is up at 1AM

- ain’t i a genius for that thomas the train gossip account? huh? hm?

- Jordan keeps their man in CHECK (they love each other) and Sero is half scared, and the other half find it very sexy

- also when i wrote that part all i could think of is that one song “walk him like a dog sis” because toshi and Jordan got that covered

- do u like mina and kiri’s users😇😇 idk if i do but whatever

- that gc has…some stuff in it. mainly just all the things of bakugou’s the gang has taken, broken, or lost LMFAO

- toshi and kam are just so cute i’m throwing up sobbing rn

- kiri always scowls at “unnecessary” language but then cusses too… double standards (he has never once called out mina tho HA)

- i feel like i’ve said this before but i need to say it again; i just KNOW in my SOUL kiri uses the laughing emoji

- sero and kam are mina’s ultimate hype men

- kacchan and deku-bed friends forever!

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