#i love my work until i imagine someone else reading it and then it instantly becomes the Worst Thing Ever

[whumperfultime]

Hey idk what writer/artist/creative needs to hear this but: You can create the most garbage self-indulgent poorly made full-of-cliches awkward ugly piece of art on the entire planet and you're still allowed to be proud of it and share it with the world. In fact, I outright encourage you to be proud. You deserve it. I love you. Keep making things.

[sooniebby]

Don’t ask how I thought of this… it’s trans male reader, no set character—imagine whoever you want. Bottom reader. Use of pussy, and other “feminine” words. This lowkey just self indulgent, so the reader isn’t fully transitioned 🫶🏼 don’t read if you get dysphoric easily.

You knew your friend did “sex work” on the side. And the reason why it wasn’t true “sex work” was because it was just him and his girlfriend recording themselves having sex and posting it onto Twitter.

It was just a kink for them, really, he never said anything about getting paid for it. But you remember them thinking about putting a paywall to see the full videos.

More power to them, or whatever. When you became roommates with said friend, him and his girlfriend made sure to record any videos when you were gone. Which was great.

It wasn’t until the two broke up, amicably actually, she just found out she was a lesbian—you thought his Twitter porn days were over now he didn’t have a partner. Since he didn’t like doing solo content

What you didn’t think was that he’d ask you to do something with him

“It’s just until I find someone else,” he said, nonchalantly.

“But it doesn’t give you money.”

“Oh we did make money off it. Not a lot, but decent money. Julie was gonna keep doing it with me just to keep some money but now she’s making lesbian content.”

“But girls! Wasn’t it straight porn?”

He shrugged. “It’s not like I’m straight… the viewers won’t care, pussy’s pussy!” He laughed until he saw your face. “Oh well if it makes you uncomfortable you don’t gotta do it. It is a strange request.” He moved to get up until you grabbed his hand.

“How much?”

“Huh?”

“How much do you earn from the videos?”

“Depends. The viewers love oral sex and teasing videos. Those usually get over… 2k—”

“—I’m in.”

“Seriously?”

“Cash is cash. They won’t be seeing my face right?”

“No. The focus,” he kneeled down close to you, “will be on down here.” His hand trailed against your crotch. “You just gotta lay there and be pretty, baby.”

No wonder the girls who ever dated him cried when they broke up. Who would willingly leave someone with a tongue like this?

You had told him there was no way you’d allow him to call you baby girl or anything of the sort which he happily agreed.

“Don’t worry. It won’t take long.”

“Wouldn’t want it to.” You muttered, feeling a bit embarrassed to be nude from the waist down in front of your friend. He smirked slightly grabbed his phone as he aimed it to film your crotch area.

“Don’t say that—not when you’ll end up begging for more.”

You didn’t even get to retort that as you felt his finger rub against your clit. Your breathing hitched as he was slow with his touch, teasing your outer lips. Down and up, small strokes, and a light push.

You could see why these videos got viewers—it was driving you crazy each time he teased your clit before pulling away. Your hips began flinching slightly, subconsciously trying to rub your pussy against the palm of his hand.

“Did I say you could do that?”

You instantly froze, dropping your hips right back down on the bed.

“Good boy.” He whispered, making sure the phone didn’t pick it up.

What the fuck?! That… that was for you alone, right? While you were reeling at how easily he could command you, you cried out feeling two fingers shove itself inside your hole.

His fingers moved fast, spreading you open. You didn’t even realize you weren’t hiding your whimpers as you tried to calm down from the sudden pleasure. Your legs twitched and spasmed, fingers digging into the bedsheets for some sort of stability.

But then he stopped. Just as fast as he started.

He ended the video and wiped his fingers against your thigh, smirking. “Alright, last video, then that’s it. You doing alright?”

“H…huh…?” You could only sputter out, reeling in shock.

“Starting video now.”

You glanced down, watching as he pulled out his cock from his sweatpants. Oh, he was.. a bit big. His cock flopped right against your pussy, causing you to shudder in response.

It wasn’t that you were a virgin… but fuck, you were embarrassingly excited to have his cock so close, just inches away from your hole.

“Condom?” You whispered

He didn’t answer, subtly shaking his head. You watched as he started the new video and placed his cock right against your pussy. You couldn’t look away, wanting to see if you could really take in something so thick and long.

But he didn’t.. push in?

With his free hand gripped tightly on your hips, he began rubbing his cock right against your pussy. You whimpered, biting your lip to try and keep your voice down.

You tried to rub against him but he held you down easily with his hand on your hips. It surprised you that he could do that with just one hand but you weren’t complaining.

“You want it, huh? Just look at it,” he moved the phone down to get a good look at your soaked pussy. “Never seen someone this wet for me. I’m flattered, baby.”

His hand released your hips and he suddenly stopped moving. You looked over to him, wondering why in god’s name he would stop. But all you saw was a shit eating grin. He wanted you to do the rest.

Any sort of self respect you had was gone. You just wanted to cum already.

You began to move your hips, rubbing your pussy against his cock. A few times, by pure luck, his cock threatened to push inside—but each time he’d fix his cock. Why would he let you get fucked?!

No matter, you reached down to begin rubbing your clit, needing some form of stimulation when he grabbed your wrist.

“I thought you were a good boy?” He asked, a false sense of sadness in his tone. “C’mon, be good for the camera.”

Once again, he made sure only you heard that. Why’d he keep doing? To rile you up? You’re already close anyway.

But then he stopped…? Again?!

“All done. Thanks again, man.” He patted your tummy and got up, pulling his pants over his cock. You wouldn’t deny that you felt your word shatter seeing it being covered by those stupid excuse of pants.

“That’s…?”

“I’ll send you your cut by the end of the week!”

He was leaving? After all that? He was just going to leave without fucking you? You quickly sat up on the bed and grabbed his arm, stopping him from leaving. He didn’t turn over to face you, keeping his gaze on his phone.

“Wait… that’s it..? N..nothing else?” You whispered breathlessly, needing release, quickly. And you didn’t want to rely on some plastic dildo when there was a real thing just a few inches away.

“Yeah. I just needed two videos for this month. Why?”

“I… I…”

“Begging for me?” He asked, cheekily, looking up to finally look at you. “C’mon, use your words. What do you want?”

“You know what I want.”

“Do I? Because if you don’t say it, I’ll do what I want with you.”

It didn’t take long for him to make you cum. As soon as his cock entered your pussy, you came. And then he really did what he wanted with you. You were too far gone to really think as it happened, but you were sure he took many pictures after, enjoying the sight of your cream filled pussy.

You certainly helped him again, and a few times after that…

Though… you’re starting to wonder…

You can’t find his and Julie’s twitter account…

And when you, embarrassingly, asked Julie—

She said they deleted the account when they broke up

Ooh. Spooky lol, what can I say? I love manipulative men…

Tag list: @flurrina @chill-guy-but-cooler @mello-life69 @remdayz @kiiyoooo @ofclyde @iwishtobeacrow @smellwell @tomoeroi @tehyunnie @love-kha1 @star-3214 @rhetorical-conscience

[jqyszn]

Like what you see?💤

paring: dom!bestfriend!sunghoon x sub!fem!reader

genre: smut, friends to lovers (mdni !!)

summary: in which you come home to find your best friend getting off, weird but it's natural right? not until you heard him calling out for you.

warnings: smut ofc, masturbating, unprotected sex (don’t be a prick, wrap your dick!!) , panty stealing… riding, body worship, fingering, biting, degradation, spitting, marking, squirting, profanity, dirty talk, pet names (slut, cum dump, princess), breeding kink, sunghoon is a perv,, this is honestly just pure filth too😭 (Imk if i missed anything!!)

wc: 1.5k (1,597)

a/n: this is my first fic (😭) i apologize in advance for the cringe wattpad like writing,, also english isn’t my first language so please ignore any grammar mistakes <3 i hope u guys enjoy and im so sorry for the wait like i don’t know why it took me like three weeks to make a 1.5k fic😭😭😭 i promise for my other works they will be more hastily written🩷🩷

taglist: @lelelelelelenim @iamkali @jjonghoonist @ramenoil @deobitifull @velathaheigeros @enhaz1 @thinaswreck @heeseungsslutt @cherriruto @yohanabanana @hvnyujiq @fightqueen @parkhonnie (some of the tags aren’t working so i’m so deeply sorry for everyone who asked and isn’t here </3)

“can i come over?” you read the writing on your phone as you best friend sunghoon messaged you. “yea, sure :) i’m still at work though but you have the extra key anyway.” you replied to him putting down your phone and typing away at your computer. your phone buzzes once again but desperate to rest, you ignore it and continue working.

on the other hand, sunghoon is at your door in a heartbeat. he unlocks the door with ease, walking in, the smell of you instantly hitting him. he inhaled your lingering scent as he closes his eyes imagining him nuzzling into your neck, pounding into you, taking in the smell of your natural perfume. “fuck.” sunghoon groans as his cock starts to feel heavy.

he makes his way towards your room, your scent growing more intense as he groans internally. “what are you doing to me y/n?” he thinks about his morals for a minute before diving into your laundry basket, picking up a used lace thong. he curses at himself but he doesn’t stop. instead he goes on your bed and propped himself up nice and pretty.

he holds your panty in his left hand bringing it closer to his face as he takes a fat whiff of you as he threw his head back. his other hand starts palming his refined boner as he continues sniffing at your undergarment. he pulls down his sweats down to his knees along with his boxers, freeing his hardened member. “oh god..” he grunts as he drapes your thong over his leaking, pink tip. staining it with his glossy precum.

unbeknownst to him, you’re already back home taking off you heels. “hoon?” you call out neatly tucking away your shoes as you make your way to your room. “fuck yes y/n, you’re taking my cock in so good~” did you hear that right? you stopped in your tracks thinking there must be someone else in your room. scared, you peep your head in your doorway, looking ahead into your room.

and to your surprise, it’s sunghoon. pumping his cock furiously, his eyebrows furrowed, lip bitten, hair sticking to his sweaty forehead and your thong over his length. fuck he looked so hot. you always had a thing for sunghoon but not wanting to ruin your friendship, you kept it to yourself and your trusted diary. you can’t help but clamp your legs together, almost moaning at the sight.

you decided to test your faith, so you walked over infront of your bed. “shit y/n! your pussy is so fucking tight princess!” sunghoon whimpers out, he opens his eyes only to see you. standing infront of him, arms crossed and face flushed with a crimson tone. “like what you see doll?” sunghoon smirks not showing one bit of embarrassment. instead, a sense of pride.

“i.. uhm..” you stutter shocked by the lack of embarrassment he showed on his face. “you love it huh? watching your best friend fuck himself with your skimpy thong? huh? look at you. i bet you’re all soaking wet from watching me pump my cock for you isn’t that right, slut?” he whispered, walked over to you, leaning down into your ear moaning playfully as he nibble on your earlobe.

“ahh.. hoon..” you whimper at his words, his hands trailing up and down your body stopping where you wanted him the most. “shit. no panties? do you really are just a slutty whore aren’t you? practically begging any man to cream your pussy right? you better fucking stop. because this tight, wet, creamy cunt is all mine. understood?” he degrades as he slaps your warmth, making you jerk forward as you nod your head in response.

“use your words doll. you know i hate stupid little whores.” he orders rubbing circles into your clit making you moan and clinging onto sunghoon’s broad shoulders. “you’re gonna let me breed your sopping pussy yeah? fill you up with my babies to show everyone who you belong to right?” he mutters over your neck, sucking and biting marks all over your neck. “yes hoon.. i’m all yours.” you finally managed to moan out.

“good girl.. now come here.” sunghoon ordered as he picked you up effortlessly, slamming you down on his lap earning a yelp from you. “may i?” he asks for your consent before stripping you to which you consented. “oh fuck doll, you’re gorgeous.” sunghoon admires your soft skin, rolling his fingers over your nipples licking his lips. “feels good hoon~” you whine out bucking your hips into his. “i know pretty girl..” he coos a finger teasing at your wet hole, him waiting for a reaction.

“hoon please.. i want you.” you whimper grinding on his fingers as he smiles in satisfaction. “beg for it then. tell me how much you want me to fuck you dumb.” he grins looking down at you and watching your face contort from the feeling of his long and slender fingers sliding into your core. “i want you to fuck me until i can’t walk anymore.. i need your cum in me hoon. i need it so so bad!” you squeal at the sensation of his fingers going in and out of my sopping cunt. wet, gushing sounds reverberating around the room. “good girl..” he grunts, speeding up his pace.

you feel a familiar knot in your abdomen, panting uncontrollably as you arch your back, “fuck hoon i’m close..!” you whimper, him smirking back at your call as he continues to finger you in the ‘come here’ motion. “cum for me then slut.” he commands as you release on his fingers. the sight was so dirty, your squirt soaking his fingers and your sheets, his mouth sucking your juices off you and you arching your back, your mouth forming an ‘o’ shape.

“fuck,, you’re such a slut huh?” he teases, pulling his digits out of you and shoves them in your mouth. “now suck.” he commands, to which you obey. swirling your tongue around his fingers coating them in your saliva. his cock twitches at the sight, sunghoon wanted to absolute ruin you.

sunghoon sat comfortably on the bed patting his bare thighs, “come here.” he commanded, smirking at you. “what are you waiting for? is it because i’m not heeseung?” he gritted his teeth, the flashback of you giving heeseung a lap dance engraved in his mind wishing it was him you were grinding all up on. “no.. it’s not that” you mutter out quietly, crawling to sunghoon straddling him.

“what is it then? hm?” he caressed your thighs softly, looking at you expectantly. “it’s just.. i’ve been waiting for this since we became friends hoon..” you ground your hips down on his throbbing length, smiling at him softly. His eyes darkened at your words as he tightened his grip on your hips, pushing you down onto his lap roughly, feeling your wet pussy sliding along his engorged cock. "oh is that so? enjoying yourself aren’t you?" he smirked at you once again.

He grabs you by the hair and pulls your face close to his, thrusting his tongue into your mouth, kissing you with a deep passion as his cock twitches against your slick hot cunt. you kiss him back passionately moaning into the kiss. “trust me doll, you’re gonna forget who heeseung even is after i fuck you dumb.” he growls as he grabbed onto your hips pulling you towards himself forcefully slamming his cock deep inside your tiny hole stretching it wide "fuck... yes.... fuck..!" he grunts.

“you’re so fucking big hoon~!” you whine out watching him slowly thrust in and out of you. “i know doll, i know.” he replies cockily while grunts he slams himself against you harder, grabbing your breasts roughly and squeezing them, feeling your nipples get rock hard under his fingers as he continued to slam into you, using you like a toy as he pounded you relentlessly. you moan his name like a mantra, completely fucked out.

“yeah that’s it. moan my name like a whore. you’re all mine understand?” he glared at you waiting for your answer. “yes hoon! i’m all yours!” you pant out, bouncing up and down on his girthy cock, your cunt convulsing around his length. he smirked proudly, thrusting himself deeper inside you until he was buried completely within you. "that's right, doll. cum all over my fucking dick." He whispered huskily, grabbing onto your hips tightly as he began pounding away at you mercilessly, driving you crazy with desire.

“shit hoon i’m cumming!” you scream, feeling yourself come undone. a thick, creamy gloss ring coats the base of his dick, dripping down onto his thighs. “can i cum in you doll?” he asks for permission as you nod your head, “yes yes yes! cum in me sunghoon! i want your load in me so bad!” you beg, your body shaking from the stimulation your yet receiving.

“so fucking good, all wet and creamy all just for me.” he grunts as he finally shoots his milky, thick load inside of you. guiding your hips as he rides out his high. he pulls out of you, you whining at the emptiness. “look. watch my seed drip out of you.” he orders as you watch his gooey cum trickle from your well fucked hole down onto the sheets.

“are you gonna give me aftercare or are you gonna be a dickhead?” you cocked an eyebrow

“only if you be mine forever.” he smirked jokingly, getting towels to clean you off.

“i’ve always been yours.”

[number1jeonginstan]

can you write about an au where when ppl meet/see their s/o they instantly feel like they need to consummate their bond? and seungmin meets y/n? (its fine if not tho)

A/N: Thank you for your request and sorry for it taking so long :( I really hope you enjoyed it! While writing this, I started getting an idea of making this into a series, so one for each member meeting their soulmate and stuff. I thought it would be neat, but I don’t really know if you guys want that or not, if you do, please tell me! ALSO, I told you guys I will be back on that writing grind (I always keep my promises!!) 

WC: 2.6k

Minors don't interact, 18+

Pairing: College Student!Seungmin x afab! Reader

Warnings: kinda public sex, but not, unprotected sex (are we surprised?), cumming inside of op even though it was their first time, idk what else to add…

The air was thick outside, a light drizzle was hitting the ground as Jeongin and Seungmin were eating their lunch.

“Did you guys fuck?” Seungmin asked bluntly, dipping another fry in the ketchup in front of him. “You know we have to as soon as we touch, it’s so embarrassing though” Jeongin groaned. “How is it embarrassing? She now knows what your dick looks like and you guys can live happily ever after!” he chuckled as Jeongin took a sip of his milkshake. 

“Dude, I don’t understand why we have to have sex as soon as we see our soulmate, the world is a twisted place. Like hypothetically, what if the dude is a virgin and the girl isn’t, or the dude has a micro? Even worse if they are both virgins, like imagine losing it to someone you don’t even know and then having to spend your entire life with them” 

Seungmin just nodded along as Jeongin continued to go on and on. “Like think about it if I didn’t have sex with them, I would have a painful ass boner until we are either 100 miles apart or until I fuck her, not to mention, I can only have sex with them for the rest of our lives and we barely know each other.” 

“I think you are reading too much into it, was she at least nice?” 

“Yeah” Jeongin scratched the back of his neck “she was super sweet, I’m actually going to her place after this for a movie date” 

“Awww, Innie is finally getting play, even though it is forceful” 

Jeongin just rolled his eyes, popping another fry in his mouth. “I better get going, I don’t want to be late”

Seungmin watched him get out of their shared booth, only to almost run into someone and apologize. Seungmin just chuckled, knowing how clumsy his friend was, only to look up and see you. 

He knew you from a few classes, you were also taking photography, but he didn’t believe it was your major seeing as you were only taking the required classes with him. 

Jeongin profusely began apologizing, telling you he really didn’t mean it, you just giggled, telling him that everything was okay and it wasn’t your fault. As you turned around, you spotted Seungmin, and you stopped and looked at him for a second. 

“You are Seungmin from my photography class right?” Seungmin was confused, he didn’t think that you knew him, let alone knew his name. “Oh um, yeah Professor Lee right?” he asked, trying to make it seem like he didn’t know exactly who you were. 

“Yeah, I just wanted to say I love your work. When you showed us your portfolio, I was genuinely blown away. Like seriously, the way you capture the essence of everything around you is breathtaking.” 

Seungmin could feel his ears getting redder, blushing slightly at the way you described his photos. No one had ever admired them the way you were describing them at that moment. “Thank you so much” he stuttered slightly, still a bit embarrassed.

“That actually leads me to my question,” you said, picking at your nails slightly. “Oh? What’s your question?” He asked, placing his chin in the palm of his hands, trying to show to you that you had his full attention. 

“I’m a Journalism major, and I’m trying to work on my photography so I can better capture the essence of what’s going on at that moment in time. That’s why I’m minoring in it, but I feel like I’m just not there. Like sure, I have the camera and everything, but I feel like I’m not conveying the feeling or emotions of the event like you do, so I was going to ask if you could help me?”

You rocked back and forth on your heels waiting for his response, and he simply nodded “Yeah, I would love to help you” 

You grinned “Um, do you want to give me your number, or I can give you mine so we can figure out a time if that’s okay, or if you don’t want to give me yours we can always meet up after class” you continued to ramble on. 

“Give me your phone, I’ll put in my number and just text me right now so I can make sure it went through” 

You simply nodded, handing him your phone. He put in his number, sending a text from your phone to his.

“See, I got it,” he said, holding up his own phone. “Why don’t I text you when I’m free and we can coordinate from there!” 

“Thank you so much Seungmin, like seriously, I really appreciate it!”

Just before he could reply, your friend that you were with called you over to your booth, causing you to wave him goodbye and run over to her. 

“Who was that?” she asked you, looking over the menu in front of her. 

“He’s this really cute dude from my photography class, he said he would help me so I can take better pictures” You grinned to yourself, you had finally got the boy's number you had been fawning over for the semester. 

10:21 PM

Hey, it’s Seungmin Wait, you already know that  You know what, ignore the first two texts  And that one And that one  Shit.  Ummm  I just wanted to say that I am free tomorrow at 2 pm if that works with you. If not, that’s totally fine, we can find another time Anyway, have a good night! 

You giggled at the texts he had just sent you, something about him being flustered over text made you so happy. 

Seungmin rolled around in anguish waiting for your text, he wanted to know your thoughts. Maybe you thought he was crazy sending all those texts and ghosted him or no longer wanted his help. He was about to give up and go to sleep until he got your text. 

10:34 PM

Oh hey Seungmin! Yeah, I think 2 works for me! I’ll bring my camera and stuff, and I’ll text you a good location Also, text me your coffee order, I’ll bring you some

He felt like a schoolgirl with a crush. You were so cute, asking for his coffee order, he just wanted to pinch your cheeks, but that would be weird, right? You guys barely knew each other, he would just watch over you in class and that’s all. 

It was the afternoon and you had set up your camera. You had found this abandoned field a few months ago while just walking around listening to music. You thought it was the perfect spot to practice taking pictures with more emotion. 

You had placed a picnic blanket in the grass big enough to fit 4 people as well as a blanket since it was getting cooler and you didn’t know how long you guys would be there. 

You were waiting for Seungmin, the ice in his Americano slowly melting, the condensation slowly making the cup wetter. When your phone finally showed 2:05, Seungmin showed up. While you were wearing jeans, a white blouse, and a sweater with apples all over it, he was dressed in jeans, a white t-shirt, and a flannel. 

“Sorry I’m a little late, I was trying to find this place,” he said, placing his camera bag onto the blanket. He took a step back, fully looking around taking in the view. “How did you find this place? It’s secluded, but absolutely stunning” 

“I was just walking around one day and stumbled over this spot”

You handed him his iced americano, and he took it from your hands graciously. “So, I was thinking that we should practice different emotions, but the same scene, so why don’t we do that?” He took a sip of his drink and then placed it back on the grass.

You simply nodded, getting your camera, and waiting for his instructions. He turned to you and pointed in front of him. It was just some dandelions, it was nothing special, but he went on to explain. 

“Dandelions are one of the very few plants that can grow anywhere and everywhere. Some might see them as a weed, but others may see them as a beautiful flowers that can withstand thousands of weather conditions. Now, think about what you want it to look like as you take the picture”

You did as he said, trying to fully understand the flower in front of you. You took the picture with the intent you had in mind, and you did it. The flower looked bright and powerful compared to the grass that surrounded it. 

“Seungmin I did it!” you jumped up and down, showing him the hug. Before he could react, you gave him a hug, trying to express your gratitude. As you pulled away, it was like a switch had flipped in you. 

For some reason, you could feel yourself get wetter. It was something you had never felt before, it felt uncomfortable, and the only thing you could feel was lust. The same was for Seungmin, all he could feel himself get hard the second you touched him. It wasn’t even just a random hard-on, but it felt so painful like he had to cum that second or else he would die. 

“Seungmin, do you also feel that way?” You asked, feeling a bit scared, but your entire body was tingling like there was no other sensation. You could feel your wetness slowly drip down your thighs and there was no stopping it. “Yeah, fuck, I think it does” 

“Can I please?” he groaned, he couldn’t bear the feeling of not being next to you, on top of you, inside of you. It’s like he could smell your wetness and had to indulge himself in it or else he would die. “Wait, I don’t have a condom, I don’t think we should”

Before he could even continue speaking, you stopped him, shutting him up by kissing his lips. “If you don’t fuck me right now, I think I might just explode” 

You continued to kiss him, taking off your own sweater and pants, leaving you just in your blouse and underwear as he took off his flannel and pants. “But, what if?” 

You stopped him, “I’m clean and am on birth control, if you are clean too then what’s stopping us? The only way this sensation will stop is if we are a hundred miles away from each other and that will take hours, so please just fuck me” 

He groaned, going back to attacking your lips. He laid you on the picnic blanket you had brought, thanking your prior self for bringing it. He moved down to your neck, to the curve of your breasts as he continued to kiss them, pulling down the strap of your bra and blouse in one tug to give him access to your breast. 

He began to tease your nipple, pinching it with his finger as he began to bite marks on your neck, claiming you as his. “Seungmin please stop teasing, I need to feel you in me right now” 

That was all he needed, he pulled his shirt off, throwing it somewhere in the distance as well as his boxers. His cock was long, slightly thick, with two veins at the underside of it. You could feel your mouth water as he began to smear the pre-cum leaking from his tip onto the rest of his throbbing cock.��

“Fuck baby, look at what you did to me just with a hug” he groaned. “I could say the same for me,” you said, pulling down your underwear to show your soaked core. 

He looked at your pussy in awe, you were so wet he could easily slip in with no prep. “Fuck, so wet just for me” 

You just nodded, playing with your clit, trying to give yourself some sort of stimulation. “Please Minnie, need your cock so bad” you pleaded, your doe eyes looking up at him. Before he could even register what he was doing, he aligned the tip of his cock, with your hole, slowly putting his cock inside of you. 

You moaned at the sensation, you had never felt so full in your life. Once he had fully sheathed his cock inside of you, he let out a long and sultry moan. “Fuck baby, this pussy is everything” 

Before you could moan in response, he began to fuck you like there was no tomorrow. Your legs wrapped around him, wanting to feel him hit that spot inside of you. “Fuck baby, fuck Minnie you feel so good” you moaned. 

He lifted your hips slightly, causing him to hit that one spot inside of you. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuuuuuck” you babbled, feeling so close. 

He could feel your walls tighten around his cock, he could tell you were close, so he brought his hand down to your clit, slowly circling it in tandem with his thrusts. That was all you needed to cum. 

You came screaming his name, your legs wrapping tighter around him, not wanting him to stop thrusting into you. “Fuck baby, if you keep doing that, I’m going to cum inside, please let me go” he whined.

You didn’t budge, feeling slightly overstimulated, but that didn’t stop you from begging him to cum inside of you, to fill you with his cum. That was all he needed to reach his peak, his load shooting inside of you, causing you to cum once again, your walls milking him dry. 

He slowly pulled out of you, covering you with the blanket you had brought and wrapping his arms around you. 

You were both covered by the second blanket you had brought. You were thankful for it, it was shielding the both of you from the cool air that would be nipping your skin if you didn’t. 

“Who would have thought the dude I was looking at all of class for the past semester was actually my soulmate?” You said out loud, your head buried into his chest.

He cocked his head slightly to look at you. “What do you mean, I was looking at you in class all the time, I never saw you looking at me?” 

You turned your head up to look at him “So we are both idiots who could have done this earlier if we actually talked to one another?” You asked, giggling a bit about how stupid the two of you were.

“Yeah, I guess so” he chuckled back, placing a kiss on your head. “Shit, my friends are going to tease me relentlessly for this, fucking my soulmate in the middle of a field” He groaned out loud. 

“You guys tell each other when you meet your soulmate?” you asked, a bit confused 

“Yeah, we have a group chat, Jeongin was the first to find his and now I’m second, I wonder how the rest of them are going to find theirs” 

“You should invite me to them,” you said, kissing his lips once again. 

“Baby, if I didn’t they would have kidnapped you and introduced themselves to you” 

You just laughed, running your fingers along his face. “Now that we have gotten over the whole “need to fuck like bunnies” how about we do this again?” 

Before Seungmin could even realize what you meant, you slowly moved on top of him, slipping his already-hardened cock into your soaking pussy. 

“Fuck baby, I’m always ready for round two,” He said, groaning at the way your walls clenched his cock, you were made for him.

[taurussbabe]

Hey! How are you?

I’ve been reading your blog over the past while and been really keen to request something for Mason…

Could you write an imagine where Mason invites the reader to the pub to meet all his mates. It’s a last minute thing, so the reader meets Mason after work. But she of course looks breathtaking…but maybe the reader is so tired from work so Mason takes her home at the end of the night and they have a cosy night in.

I’m very much in the feels right now, so I’ll take annnny fluff 😂

Thank you so much, have a good day! 🥰 xx

about... it's in the request 👆🧸

pairing: mason mount x fem!reader

A/n: hii! I'm good, thank you. I hope you like this anon! 🫶🤍

word count: 1k

"Hi love" you heard on the other side of the line, instantly making you smile

"Hi Babe, what's up?"

You could hear a lot of noise around him, but you were still able to listen to him chuckle at something someone had said.

"Listen, me and some of my mates are going to the pub. Do you wanna come join us?"

"Me?" You asked, not having met his friends yet and not really wanting to meet them after a work day.

"Yeah, I want my girl to meet my friends. And I only have one girlfriend, so yeah, you." You chuckled at his comment and thought about it for a second. "Love?"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm here, do you really want me to come? Have you seen how I look after work?"

"You mean absolutely breathtaking?" You could hear people behind him laughing and someone say 'oh mason is in looovee', what made you chuckle

"Thank you, and if you really want me to go, I'll be there, just send me the address"

He thanked you and said his goodbyes before hanging up.

Being with mason was different than anything else you've ever experienced, he was the nicest person to you, your ray of sunshine.

You really liked him and you knew he liked you too, but you have yet to meet his friends and family, but you weren't trying to rush your it because you haven't even said 'I love you' to each other. You felt it and you knew he felt you too but you didn't want to rush things, you both were aware of your feelings and that was enough for now.

Soon after he ended the call, you received a text with an address and a heart emoji next to it.

When you left work, you texted mason letting him know that you were leaving and asking for him to meet you outside.

Once you got to the address, you fixed your clothes a little bit, trying to look more fresh and also checked yourself on your phone to make sure your hair was still looking good. You walked the rest of the way and felt someone's eyes on you and when you looked up, you saw mason. You felt your heart flutter at the sight of him waiting for you, hands in is pockets.

"Hey" he said pulling you in for a hug, placing one hand on your cheek, kissing you softly before pulling you towards the pub, but you stopped him, pulling his hand.

"Do I look good?" You ask causing him to move both of his hands to yours, grabbing one and making you do a little spin

"Are you kidding me? Most gorgeous person in this whole country, hell, in this whole world. I'm one lucky guy to have you." His words made you blush and look down, when his other hand grabbed your chin, softly forcing you to look at him. "They're gonna love you, I promise. Are you ready?"

You just nodded, suddenly not feeling brave enough to said any words.

When you walked in the pub he held your hand and gave it a soft kiss, all while looking at you with complete love and adoration.

He pulled you by your hand through the pub until you reached a table full of his friends

"Guys, this is y/n, my girlfriend" he said while dragging his hand across your back, softly caressing you in an attempt to calm you.

Everyone greeted you and you ended up sitting in mason's lap, due to the smallness of the table, along with some of the other girls who were sitting in their boyfriend's lap as well.

"Are you okay?" Mason softly whispered on your ear

"Yeah, just tired" you said and he pressed a kiss to your cheek, followed by kai making 'wooo' sounds, clearly mocking mason

"Let them be, they're in love" sophia, his girlfriend, said, softly slapping his arm. You ignored the love comment and so did mason, only laughing at her gesture.

"Well, it was fun guys, but I think we're gonna head home"

"It was so nice meeting you all" you said as mason man hugged his mates while tou said goodbye to the girls.

.

The car ride home was quiet, his hand on your thigh, softly caressing it, while humming to the song the radio was playing

His eyes were on the rode but he often switched his gaze to look at you.

"You didn't need to come home with me, you were clearly having fun"

"I know, but I wanted to, where you are is where I want to be" he reached for you hand, kissing your knuckles sweetly

The rest of the ride was spent with you both singing along to songs, before he parked in his driveway.

You walked into the house, dropping yourself on the couch before sighing loudly

"I'm gonna run you a bath, be right back" he kissed the top of your head and you smiled at him

.

You got out of the bathroom, hair still half wet and saw mason lying on the bed, only in his sweatpants, scrolling on his phone before he noticed you and patted down on the bed next to him, signaling you to join him.

You laid down next to him and he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you on top of him, head resting on his chest as he massaged your scalp.

"You know" he said, catching your attention causing you to look up at him "what they said, about being in love, they were actually right. I'm in love with you Y/n, you know, I think since the day I met you, and it's time you officially know that." He smiled at you, kissing the top of your head, making you blush slightly

"You're lucky, you know, because I happen to love you too, mason mount" he chuckled at your comment and hugged you tight, planting a million little kisses to your whole face.

The rest of the night was spent cuddling, talking about the future together, and a lot of make-out sessions.

[lovelybrooke]

Hey I was wondering what everyone’s “roles” would be with the platonic strawhats especially with a reader who’s maybe the youngest? And as such their relationship with the reader- I could see the monster trio fighting over who’s gonna be the readers ‘big bro’ first while the girls are sat in the background already being called ‘big sis’.

In my perspective I’d say reader spends the most time with Luffy (of course), Chopper and maybe Ussopp. But I was wondering if jealousy would come into play and how the crew would work around it.

If the reader was younger, not a lot would change much. However, I do see you point on them fighting over your love and affection. In my mind, the reader would be around 5 to 12 years old.

Sanji would definitely be a mother hen, constantly making sure you're okay and eating enough. He doesn't care as much about being viewed as your big brother, he's happy if you're happy. I imagine that him and Chopper do that parent thing where they track your height using the door frames around the ship (IDK if that made sense or if only my parents did that). He would totally gush anytime you got taller only to instantly feel a sense of dread because that means you're growing up.

Zoro remains your bodyguard, just more teddy bear like. He doesn't carry his swords around you but keeps them in sight incase anything bad happens. If your younger, he'll let you play on him like he's a jungle gym. He pretends that he doesn't like it and you're annoying him, but secretly loves hearing you laugh as you're carried around on his back.

Usopp definitely wants to be your big brother. He tells you tall tales of his "adventures", feeling his heart sore at your look of awe at all the cool parts. He knows he's not the strongest, so him and Chopper are your "teachers" so to speak. They both try and teach you the best they can, while also making it fun so that you don't get bored. Usopp loves teaching you, since it causes you to view him as super smart and knowledgeable, and so you look up to him.

Like I mentioned, Chopper constantly worries about you. Any scrapes or bruises will not go unchecked, regardless of how small. Due to his anxiety, Chopper feels like any small thing could kill you, so he's constantly doing checkups. If you have the smallest discrepancy, he along with Sanji are forcing you to rest for the rest of the day. Although, he's likely to let you off the hook if you beg hard enough, since he doesn't want you to resent him as you get older.

Luffy is your designated playmate. Unlike the other, he doesn't care about being viewed as big sibling, he wants to be your best friend. He wants you to come to him whenever anything is wrong, and he doesn't like it when you hide things from him. While he won't force you, he'll definitely ground you if you refuse to talk to him about anything that's bothering you. He doesn't see any fault in this since he's so open, and believes that if you just talk, you'll get better. However, he's an amazing friend, sneaking you snacks when Sanji said you'd had enough, he plays games with you when everyone else it too tired too, and even gets you a new toy every time they visit a new island.

Robin is your big sister, not doubt. She's stricter that the others but isn't terrible. She makes sure you wake up and go to sleep at the right time. She forces you to eat all the healthy food you hate and will sometimes even give you chores if she thinks you been misbehaving too much. However, she loves you dearly, and wants to see you grow into a strong and smart adult, so she makes sure you read and train, especially as you get older. She gives off the vibes of someone who brags subtly about your achievements. Like some rando is talking about how their child just learned how to read a book all on their own, which causes her to explain how you read a book twice as long and is improving every day. She doesn't stop until the other person leaves.

Finally, Nami is like the cool aunt. She doesn't let you do anything too extreme but will let you do things the others won't. She'll let you come shopping with her and buy you handfuls of sweats and matching clothing. She doesn't care when Robin or Sanji gets upset, because she just cares about making you happy.

[deathbxnny]

Hi there! I want to say tysm again for doing my Hsr MC x Genshin Impact MC s/o request. So i was rereading that post for the fourth time i think (i cant help but imagine cute and dorky stuff they would do together whenever i reread your post) and a thought popped up on what would it be like if the traveler are with the others. So can i request hcs of the rest of the Astral Express crew (Himeko, Welt, March, and Dan heng) x s/o like traveler from genshin impact

(Btw TYSM FOR YOUR SONG SUGGESTIONS, i went and play all the songs you suggest and DAMN YOU HAVE GREAT TASTE, i can honestly see myself listening to it on loop. Melanie Martinez hasnt lost her touch but then again there is no way she would, she’s too amazing. Rn im currently listening to the entire album after listening to your suggestions. I still prefer her older albums like Cry baby and k-12 but that may change with me listening to PORTALS, its too early to say but i might update on you about it

Also HI THERE FELLOW MARETU FAN! Its so nice to know there’s someone else who likes their songs as well (none of my friends like their songs T.T) What’s your favourite song from MARETU? Mine is Mind Brand, ITS SO GOOD AND IM PROUD TO SAY I LOVE IT) Hope you have a great day/night btw!

- Flower Anon 🌸

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A/N: Hello Flower Anon! Thank you so much for your request and I'm glad you liked my song suggestions! I'm also so happy to meet another MARETU fan! My favourite song of theirs is DEFINITELY "Magical doctor"! I listen to it all the time and am obsessed with it haha!<33

Content: Traveler reader, tiny bit of angst if you squint hard enough, confessions, mutual pinning(kinda), friends to lovers, fluff, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns!

((Not fully proofread))

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》March 7th

She instantly did her best to become your friend at first, when you arrived on the Astral Express. She was determined to be your guide and show you the ropes, so everyone let her do it, as you also seemed to trust her fairly quickly.

You two became inseparable quite fast and always spent time together on the Express or on missions. She comforted you, whenever you were sad about your twin and promised to help you find them eventually. Surely you could, if you did it together! Yeah... her crush was very obvious for absolutely everyone and it was honestly adorable. But it was alright, as you felt the same.

She's fiercely protective of you on the battlefield and always shields you first out of everyone. She doesn't let you get hurt no matter what, even if you can handle yourself. You two still need to find your twin together after all, so just let her help you.

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》Dan Heng

He didn't think much of you at first, until he read up more on you and your situation. And after also talking to you, he started sympathising with your situation deep down, which made him warm up to you alot over time.

Once he does, he let's you hang out with him alot in his room, where he tries finding something on your twin in the archives. Is his way of comforting you, as he indirectly promises you that he'll help you find your twin this way. He doesn't notice his growing feelings for you either, so you might have to confess first eventually.

He's very protective of you and always keeps his eyes on you one way or another. He doesn't let anything hurt you and has your back during any battles you may have. You can count on him to keep you safe that's for sure.

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》Himeko

Himeko was the one to allow you to stay and therefore quickly became the person you relied on the most. You were quite grateful, even if she didn't see it as a big deal. She always comforts you and reassures you that she'll help you find your twin with all the resources she has.

You spend most of your days with her in the Astral Express watching the stars and drinking tea. She's always so interested in everything you talk about and takes time off work you whenever you need it. It was no surprise therefore, when feelings eventually just flourished between you two.

She doesn't let you on missions without her and she rarely does them as is, so you won't ever be in harms way. She wants you to live a comfortable and peaceful life on the Express, free of any stress or worries.

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》Welt Yang

Welt understood how you felt and therefore offered to help you out with anything you may need. That also included comforting you, when you were devastated about your lost twin. He promised, to help you find them and actually has a high chance of achieving that.

You spend alot of time with him on the Express and missions, as he is very dependable and comforting to you. Any questions you may have are answered by him with ease, you could practically listen to him talk all day and you do, whenever he explains something to you. He'll be painfully aware of his feelings for you, but will only admit them to you, once he knows you feel the same.

You can rely on him during any battle to protect you. It doesn't matter if you can defend yourself or not, he'll keep an eye on you at all times. You definitely don't have to worry about anything, when he's around.

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A/N: I hope this was okay, Flower Anon! And I'm so sorry for the wait!<33

[oh-saints]

Would you write a fluffy imagine for Benji Pavard? Like having a little french session and he kisses reader after they get something right? <3

ahjjsskdkl 🤯🤯🤯 oh to be taught by ben.........

but hope you like it nonny! <3

lesson

French is notorious for being a hard language to master and knowing this, your boyfriend is more than happy to provide an extra motivation for you…

benjamin pavard x you

tw: google-translated French words so pls cmiiw

wc: 0.8k

note: this was fun to write but also the hardest bcs I’ve forgotten the French lessons I had during high school. damn, so old. but anyway, I happen to write this during my layover so this is not yet beta-read.

request still open until tonight & you can submit them here!

it was a rather slow day for ben.

having won another Bundesliga trophy, thomas tuchel granted his players a cut to their slacks for this entire day—knowing his players must’ve celebrated wildly at their favourite local pub till the wee hours in the morning—before continuing another rigorous session tomorrow.

so ben decided to surprise you at home with some of the pastry delicacies you’d come to love from his favourite bakery—which was rather hard, finding an authentic French bakery in munich—and your favourite tub of ice cream. your choice of hangover remedy was odd, he found at first, but now he couldn’t ask for anything else to cure his buzzing head.

ben was expecting you to be sprawled in your working station—which happened to be the coffee table in the living room—with sheets and papers and numbers all over the place, as usual, so he was the one getting surprised at the only sight of your laptop and your hair was not tied in a pucca bun. the latter would’ve meant you were dealing your work with stress and that would’ve been something he could take on well by now.

“gauche means left…” you spoke to yourself as you jotted down the meaning. “droit means right… so that means c'est à gauche du four?” (it’s to the left of the oven)

“c’est à côté de four sounds better, no?” (it’s next to the oven)

you were startled at ben’s voice, the owner placing down his shopping bag at the kitchen island. you panicked instantly—not because you thought it could be somebody else, but that would mean ben just found out about your little secret. the one that you’d been working on since you started dating him six months ago.

“ben!” you jumped to your feet, albeit standing awkwardly because you weren’t ready to reveal the reason why you were enrolling yourself to a French lesson. “I don’t know you’re coming home early.”

“coach dismissed us early,” ben chuckled at your weird stance, noticing your nerves, so instead of getting his usual welcoming embrace from you, he was the one who pulled you to his arms. “too many of his players left their heads at the club.”

fuck your initial thoughts, your mind was being taken over by your favourite scent—ben after showering with a bit of his perfume spray—and your favourite kind of warmth exuding from your boyfriend’s body. naturally, you hugged him back, your hands trying to reach one another at ben’s back.

“never thought you’re picking up French, ma chérie,” he placed a well-positioned kiss on the crown of your head. “tu t’en sors?” (how are you managing?)

“pas trop, non,” not really, you replied and ben smiled wider, despite you not being able to see them. for someone who was previously confused about left and right, you were doing better than average in accent and simple phrases like this. “can you help me out?”

“thought you’d never ask,” and when you flashed him those eyes that reminded him of a lost puppy, he was a goner. he didn’t think he could ever say no to that, so cute he could die. instead of dying, though, he kissed your lips. “what topic are we covering today?”

“I’m having troubles with directions...” you said sheepishly as you sat back down, him following suit. “you know I’m generally not good with them too.”

ben laughed because you were right. you and maps shouldn’t belong in the same room without assistance. but he pecked your cheeks anyway. “but I’m already proud of you figuring out how this whole feminine and masculine thing, just so you know, okay?”

a praise from the native certainly uplifted your mood again. you were on the verge of breaking down before ben stepped into the house because god damn, that was difficult. if you weren’t planning on giving him a surprise for their 1st anniversary, you would’ve given up.

but later, you realised that it was rather ben’s preferred method of teaching. he never scolded you if you got any of the pronunciations or the articles wrong, he just corrected you gently. whenever you nailed a difficult word, you’d always get praises from him. and whenever you figured out a sentence on your own, your boyfriend would always add a kiss at the end of his praise.

“bien joué, ma chérie!” well done, my love and followed by a peck, was the most common form of his praise.

but there was also times when he was truly blooming in joy and proud as you aced a more complicated sentence, both by structure and by grammar, on top of not getting confused between left and right. that was when he slipped in a longer sentence because he knew you love his kisses so much, anywhere everywhere.

“félicitations, mon amour,” he whispered after giving you a longer, deeper, more deserving kiss before diving in again for another peck. “tu l’as bien mérité.” (congratulations, my love. you deserve it.)

you really should’ve asked for his tutelage in the first place instead of subscribing to duolingo if this was what you’d get every French lesson.

[meetmyothersouls]

so hi! in Celtic Mythology, there is a belief that by leaving a graveyard in a different way than you've entered, a spirit can exit with you. idk but I think you can write an incredible timotay fanfic based on this myth. Maybe Timothee sprints through the graveyard and the reader exit with him or it can be the other way around. Anyway, you can do whatever you like and you can put anything you want, and if you decided to write about this, please have fun and know that I am already excited about it ♡☆♡☆♡☆

Oh my good god I love this!!!! Hope you enjoy and sorry it’s taken so long ❤️

Cemetery Gates

Warnings: dead reader, graveyard, Halloween/Halloween themes, not proof read

You’d seen a lot since Death appeared and led your soul out of your body. You thought Death would lead you to a stairway to heaven, or a hallway filled with doors. And maybe he would have, but you ran before he had the chance to. You were already dead, so he didn’t come after you. He let you run. He watched and he probably laughed, because as it turns out, running was a mistake.

Since you didn’t follow Death to your next chapter, you remained bound to your body. It lays in a coffin in an old cemetery in New York City. And if you thought a mortal existence sucked ass, imagine having to spend every day existing (but not really) in a graveyard. Nothing pleasant ever happens in a grave yard, that is until he walked in.

You weren’t sure when you died. I mean, your gravestone has a date on it, but you weren’t sure how long ago that was. All sense of time was gone. It was just one long on going monotonous series of events. So when he made his way into the cemetery, everything stopped for you.

You don’t normally see too many single visitors. That’s the thing about the dead. Eventually you forget them. Visits become less frequent, flowers left on headstones wither away and we’re just…left here. The sound of the dead floats through the wind, like a faint harmony of many cries. You’re not sure if anyone else can hear it, but this man who walked in seemed keenly aware of his surroundings. He walked eyes full of curiosity as he looked around and just as you decided him seeing you was a ludicrous though, his eyes seemed to land in the spot your spirit hovered. If you could, you’d gasp. But no, he can’t see you. You followed him, wondering who he was here to see. He carried a pail and various cleaning supplies, which you found odd, but still you followed.

He walked, peering over at various graves, but ultimately walking over them until he landed on yours. Again, if you could gasp you would. He kneeled down in front of it, setting his supplies down. Your spirit saunter over to the other side of his grave. You crossed your ghostly arms over the top do your headstone and rested your cheek on your arm. What was he doing? 

He took a small broom lien contraption and swept off the bottom most piece of your grave and revealed your name.

“Y/n” he said out loud.

Again your world, or your spirits version of the world, stopped. No one’s visited your grave in a long, long time.

He sprayed down your headstone, and it was then you realized that he was cleaning it. If you had a heart, the action would have warmed it.

“What’s you’re name?” You asked, knowing he couldn’t hear you.

“I’m, Timothee, and I’m going to clean you up today.”

Wait. Can he hear you?

You made your way over to the other side, watching him as he worked. He scraped years worth of moss and dirt off of your stone. The sprayed a soapy concentration over it, revealing words that were chosen that didn’t really matter any more.

“Why are you doing this?” You asked.

Timothee stopped, turning his head quickly and you instantly felt bad for scaring him.

“I feel bad for those of you forgotten. Makes my heart hurt.”

Your essence travels over to the other side of him and you saw the chills pepper the back of his neck.

“Someone here with me?” Timothee asked, rubbing the back of his neck to warm it. “Y/n, is it you?”

He’s talking to me you think to yourself.

“I hope you don’t mind,” he said, standing up. “I chose your grave to clean. You seem so lonely over here.”

Your grave is separate from a lot of the others, which has always made you think that you’d been here a lot longer than they have.

“I don’t mind, thank you.”

You watched as his eyes moved, as if he was listening for a response on the wind. Breezes carry spirits cries, after all.

He smiled, nodding his head, until a loud yell makes him jump.

“Hey! What are you doing!? You can’t be in here with that!”

Timothee grabbed his supplies, tripping a little before he ran. You follow him, one good part about being a spirit is that you can keep up with jusy about anything. One time, you followed a cat through the entire cemetery as she ran after several mice.

The man called out after Timothee, shaking his fist in the air angrily and instead of turning around the leave the way he came, he took the back entrance, few people knew about this one. Timothee flung open the gate and you stopped, knowing you wouldn’t be able to go any further. You tried many times, the farthest you were able to make it was the stop sign, about 5 steps away from your cemetery, this time would be no different.

“You might be able to follow him,” you heard another spirits voice, belonging to Gerard. Gerard was one of the oldest spirits in the cemetery.

“I’m not sure, I’ve tried to leave many times. It never works.”

“Ah yes, but did you notice he left differently than he came?”

“Yeah, he left the back way.”

“And you’re unaware of what that means?”

You shrugged, earning a sigh from Gerard. “There’s an old belief, that if one of the living exists a graveyard differently than how he entered, a spirit may exit with him.”

You’d never heard of this. “Is it true?”

Gerard shrugged this time. “We can test it out, can we not?”

You peered over the cemetery gates, you could see Timothee, bent over with his hands on his knees as he worked on catching his breath. You nodded, making your way through the gate. Your spirit arrived to the stop sign it always arrived at, but this time it felt different. There was no pull in the opposite direction. Timothee was a few steps ahead of you and you pushed in his direction and latched onto him as he made his way into a cab.

“31st street,” you heard him say as the cab lurched forward.

You weren’t sure what your plan was, where you were headed or what the fuck you were going to do when you got there, but you were out of the cemetery. And you were riding in cab with a man you didn’t know, and you were dead.

What the fuck?

“It’s so cold in here,” Timothee said, his teeth chattering hard.

“That’s my fault, sorry,” you say, unsure why. It just felt weird to…not talk.

He looked in your direction, as if he heard you and it made you shiver. This was weird.

The cab stopped in a busy street and you made your way out with Timothee, almost losing him in the process. You were in awe, having not seen the city in a long, long time. You latched back onto him, making him colder than he was before. You felt bad.

You watched as he jogged across the street and made his way into a tall building with lots of windows. You let go of him when he walked through the threshold of an elevator and again his eyes seemed to land on you. It was silent as he pressed the number ten button. Silent as a few other people entered. A little girl holding her mothers hand hopped on and she made eye contact with you. You smiled at her. Little kids could always see you. She smiled back and waved before her mom jerked her hand back.

“Who are you waving at?” She sounded annoyed.

You rolled your eyes, and the little girl laughed. You looked back at Timothee, his eyes again seeming to be pointed at you. The elevator stopped on the tenth floor and Timothee made his way out, you followed close behind. He walked down the hall, turning once before he slid a card into his apartment door, unlocking it.

You sauntered in before he had the chance to lock you out. He shut the door and locked it from the inside. He turned around and let out a deep sigh before speaking.

“I’m not sure if you’re here with me, y/n. I hope you are.”

“I’m here,” you said.

“It feels about fifteen degrees colder in here so…I hope that’s a good sign. I didn’t want to overwhelm you in the cemetery.”

Overwhelm you?

“I miss you so much, and you probably don’t even remember me. But I’m going to bring you back.”

He set his phone down on the counter, revealing a photo of you and Timothee. He was holding your hand, gazing lovingly down at you in your white dress.

You were…married to him?

Your attention was back at him as he started talking.

“And if I can’t bring you back, I’ll join you.”

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[ananiel]

This is another fic related to the preavious feel Free to read them first before reading this for better understanding the concept(i Will also sumerize the lore relevent to this fic so that it's not necesary to read the first ones)

So Yes, You are what can be called a chosen one from an entity and You took the powers of others so that they aren't hurt by them by using your time powers to erase their memories of ever having that ability.

So what if every person has a way of hiding their powers from others like an objects that resemblences their Power. Time Will be a victorian watch You will have around your neck while maybe fire will have matches and things like that

The thing about this so called objects is that they can't be destroyed and You still can use your powers if the objects isn't near You, but once You use them the objects Will dissapear for as long as You use your powers, then it returns when You finish your actions

But as spoken before, the more use them, the powerfull You get, and maybe You get the ability to erase memories from "normal ones" too

So talking about the yanderes. They trap You and they can't take your powers away. So as a need to escape, You strat working on using them and training them better until You can erase their memories of You

So You erase your existance from their mind and run away thinking You are safe now. You met someone else, fell in love and forgot about your past "lover" thinking that You are safe and that they don't remember You

Imagine waking up one day and You feel empty, like something is missing and You instantly try to touch You watch, only for it to be gone. You wake up flabbergasted and look around in a hurry, trying to find it

Slowly, your lover walks in , caring the clock, now, your lover doesn't know about your powers or that the clock is only a way to hide them

You get up and start walking to him, but he takes a step back, holding the clock away from you

"give it back" You say in a desperate voice

"no" he simply says and puts it in his pocket. He then grabs your hand and moves You closer to him

"You don't understand, i need it-" he cuts You off by putting a hand over your mouth

"No" he says again

But it wasn't his voice, and it wasn't a difrent tone, it was difrent from the voice You knew your lover had, it didn't belong to him. It belonged to someone else, someone You hoped that would remain in your past

He seems to read your toughts looking at your eyes

"You know love, just because You erased my memories, it doesn't mean i can't get them back"

You try to brake away from his grasp but he holds You tigheter to him

"Don't You understand? You're mine" they say and then break your clock to pieces

He watches as it rebuilds itself around your neck and then he pulls You by it

"What did You do to my lover?!" You scream, voice shaky

He plays with the clock and then looks at You with a mocking look

"i forgot"

[shyinadarkplace]

So you like Big?- part four

Pairings: Clark Kent x Reader

Warnings: There is definite size kink, future office sex?, Clark Kent (yes he is a warning), language, I can't think of any thing else. There are some dom/sub themes but nothing to crazy. I guess I should also include that Lois Lane is a pretty shite person in this whole series.

Authors Note: THIS IS MY VERY FIRST REQUEST EVER! This whole thing comes from this lovely anon ask -"Hi Sweetie ! Can I request something fluffy/smutty with Clark Kent? He notices the reader has a size kink so he plays with her?" This is where all the good stuff happens. It is a bit of a slow burn based of an established friendship. It does get a little heavy at times but I promise there is a bunch more light hearted and steamy things coming. Thank you for reading.

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Please do not copy rewrite, translate or repost my works. No permission is given to use my work in any capacity even with credit. I do not own Clark Kent , Henry Cavill or any of his characters.

Wednesday

  After yesterday there was nothing I wanted more than to stay home. I don’t like conflict, it makes me anxious and I feel more of it coming, but I buck up and go in. Surprisingly the day goes by without a hitch. Everyone is productive and polite. The whole office feels lighter. Hell I even hear the occasional laughter which hasn’t happened in forever. It’s nice. 

*ding*

Big: I’ve barely gotten to talk to you today. Come have lunch with me ? 

Honestly I can’t help the stupid grin that I get on my face. I text back : of course. 

*ding* 

Big: Great! Meet me in the hall gorgeous. 

Instantly my imagination takes a turn towards kinky. I mean my audiobook isn’t helping but still this is a little dramatic. I spend the next ten minutes until it’s time for my lunch break trying and failing not to imagine Clark whisking me away to some secluded part of the building and absolutely dominating me. Or the way his lips would feel as he eats me out. Or better yet what his cock would feel like. As soon as noon hits I fly out of my chair, the sound of Tiff’s suppressed giggle follows me as I  rush to meet Clark who is already waiting. He grins when he sees me. I don’t know why but that makes my chest flutter. We come in for a hug and I hear his deep slow inhale. A hum vibrates his chest as he keeps me close and whispers in my ear huskily “You smell mouth watering. Maybe you should call in the rest of the day.” I giggle and deflect  “Stop it. We both know I can’t do that.” He gets this look . “ But you would if you could?” I laugh a little again “Well yeah no one really wants to work all day Clark.” He nods gently, taking my hand as we walk. I lean against his shoulder and enjoy the feeling. The sun is warm on my skin and as we walk I find myself practically dosing. The low soft tone of Clarks voice pulls me from my head “Hey sweetheart you alright?” I hadn’t realized we were almost at Glorias. “Huh, oh yeah. Just kinda tired I guess. Haha.” He gives me a look cocking one eyebrow at me. “What?’ I ask. “Just makin’ sure my woman is alright that’s all. Come on let’s get you some food.” He says opening the door for me. I whisper a thank you and he just gives me that half smile that turns my insides to mush. 

Clarks POV 

There is nothing I currently love more than the adorable way that (y/n) is looking at me. The touches now charged with the Promise of so much more than I had ever dared to hope. The smiles a reflection of someone shedding the past and welcoming something beautiful and new. Fuck me she is so damn gorgeous. “Clark are you coming? Is everything alright?” “oh. Sorry about that. I was just thinking about how gorgeous you are.” Nessie comes over bright and cheery as always taking us to the secluded table that we always like. “I’m gonna put in y’all’s usual unless you want something else?” We both agree the usual is fine. “Alright. So what book are you reading?” I chuckle as she immediately blushes. “Uhhhh. Well it’s a romance.” (Y/N/N) doesn’t say anything else. Oh no she’s not getting off that easy. Well at least for this conversation anyway. “Hmmmmm,” I lower my voice an octave. “Okay. I’llguess then and you tell me yes or no. Sound good?” The blush deepens. “Yeah okay we can do that but you’ll never guess.” Awwwww this is going to be fun. “ Genre is Paranormal Romance?” She nods. “shifters?” another nod. “I’m going to guess bear shifters? Probably as what Lumberjacks, firemen, forest rangers?” “Yeah forest ranger.” “Okay so now we get to the fun part. size kink?” She jolts upright. “wtf Clark how do you know that?” I have been waiting to say this for a long time. “Because I know you. And you Sweetheart like them Big. Don’t you baby?” Well fuck I think I broke her. It takes her a minute to answer. “I’m not answering that.” I chuckle. “Okay. I can always test the theory. Now back to the book. I’m gonna say lumberjack bear shifter who is also a Dom. Or at least has Dom tendencies. Meets a cute curvy little thing while she is hiking one day and boom. He scents her sweet sugar cookie scent and he knows that they are meant to be. He takes the time getting to know her and they start dating. One night they go back to his cozy cabin where she learns that her big soft bear knows how to play her body like an upright bass. He even sniffs out her choking kink. He tells her how sweet she is. How good she is taking him. And so on. Am I close sweetheart?” She nods as Nellie comes over with our food. I let the food distract her and just enjoy sitting in her company as she eats and reads on her phone. I can smell her arousal. Like honey. Fuck me if I wasn’t hard from talking about the obvious smut book she is enjoying I am now. Achingly so. 

*ding*

(y/n/n) : out of morbid curiosity would you uh like to come over to my place this weekend?

Me: Did me talking about that book get you curious?

*ding*

(y/n/n) answer the question Kent. 

Me: I would love to come over this weekend. 

I can’t help the smirk that plays on my lips. I can’t wait to have her all to myself.

Holy Batmobile. Clark said he would come over this weekend. I am going to lose my mind. The rest of lunch is spent quietly, with Clark sending me heated glances that make my stomach flutter, and me refusing to wiggle in my seat as his words replay in my head. After lunch we hurry back to the office. I head over to my desk and set my bag down and head toward the back stairs. Before the stairs there is a small closet with various supplies, I stop there as an intern frantically rushes by with an overloaded mail cart, which swerves erratically as the big body of Clark trips and sends us both flying in to the closet. The door closes with a thud before either of us can catch it. “I am so sorry!” The intern practically yells as he tries to open the door. “The door is stuck, uhm I will call maintenance.” While the intern calls and talks to them I lean against the wall and sigh. Clark smirks. “What’s so funny Kent?” He doesn’t answer, just takes off his suit jacket and carefully places it on an empty shelf along with his shoulder bag. As he comes to stand in front of me I put my back firmly against the wall. Fuck. Every scene from every book or fanfiction about being locked in somewhere with the object of your desire races through my head. Clark stalks forward with all the predatory grace of a big cat. I’m pretty sure my mind blanks out as he cages me in with his body and forces eye contact. My lizard brain kicks in because all I can think is big he is big. So safe. So strong. So god damn big.

[aena-blue]

Manifestation - Bridge of Incidents/SP dating someone else!?

Hello everyone! 

It’s been a minute since I posted, but I am back to write a little on the topic of “Bridge of Incidents” and also share with you a personal story that is unfolding right now with my specific person (SP) who started dating someone else recently.

What is the bridge of incidents? It is anything that happens between you deciding you want something, until you see that desire in your reality.

The bridge of incidents could include a multitude of events, seemingly good or ‘bad’. It could be conversations, it could be meetings, it could be songs they hear, videos they see, a book they read. The bridge of incidents can include anything you could imagine and multiple things you never even thought of.

Your SP could have a conversation with a friend or a family member that makes the light bulb go off and they think “Damn, I am really in love with this person (you)”. Maybe one of their best friends is getting married and that’s what makes them realise you are the one and they cannot risk losing you to someone else.

Maybe they stumble across a YouTube video and it just hits them in their feels hardcore. Often it’s several things, gradually occurring over time. 

Another thing that happens are ‘random thoughts’ that your SP will have. But these thoughts are influenced by your manifestation. Are you manifesting them thinking about you all the time? Your SP will start thinking about you all the time, it will feel natural to them, they won’t feel forced or influenced. They’ll probably start seeing your name everywhere, things will remind them of you ALL THE TIME. For some damn reason their friends will suddenly bring up your name, all again seemingly random. But it isn’t random, this is your manifestation work influencing them. Their mom will suddenly randomly say how they liked you so much and thought you were the best fit for your SP or something like that.

Sometimes the bridge of incidents will include shit you don’t personally like and enjoy. So let’s address that. Your SP might start dating someone else. 

BUT DO NOT FRET. This happened to me. Recently! 4.5 weeks ago my SP ‘ended’ things with me because he met someone else, said the other person were ‘exciting’, they had ‘things in common’ and he wanted to pursue it and ‘do right by her’ by ending things with me. Yawn.

No like seriously. He told me this straight to my face, he even said ‘I like her more than I like you’, I looked him straight in the face and said “No you don’t”. Anyways, long story short, I didn’t push it, didn’t ask, didn’t cry, didn’t beg, didn’t plead. Simply told him that it was his decision to make and I respected that decision.

He asked if we could still be friends. I said absolutely not, we are not just friends, in fact, I told him to his face that even right now, after saying what he has said, he still wants to kiss me and hold me. He didn’t deny it, in fact he responded “Am I the only one!?” and I said no, of course not, that’s the problem and why we can’t be friends. So there we were. In a bit of a stalemate. I said I was leaving to go home. We hugged and I said I just want him to be happy (he looked away cause he clearly wasn’t) and I walked away with my head held high.

I was able to do this because I have been working on my self-concept on a daily basis and it is hella strong now. I know I am the one and only one, I know I am the best. I know that no one compares to me. I know that I am irreplaceable, irresistible and unforgettable. 

My ego was tempted to cry on the way home, but I pulled myself together instantly and said to myself, I refuse to be a victim to the 3D, I AM NOT.  I will not allow myself to go into a victim mindset. This is the bridge of incidents and I trust in the process. I made it very clear why this happened - I manifested it - as part of the bridge of incidents to get the commitment I wanted. I embraced that he was dating someone else. It did not scare or intimidate me. You know why? Cause whoever she is, she is not me. And my SP is still my SP, and I knew whatever that shit was, it was gonna blow up in his face, probably within weeks. I just knew it. And I persisted in that assumption.

She has a role to play, and that is to remind my SP how AMAZING I am. How I am irreplaceable. How no one measures up to me. How no one else can make him feel as good as me. How no one can give him what I give. I persisted in all of my affirmations and my assumptions. 

I also made sure I wished her no ill or harm, in fact, I imagined her in my head walking off in the sunset with the person who is meant for her, which is not my SP, cause my SP is mine. I claim it. But I also imagined her being hella turned off by my SP and vice versa, (sorry not sorry.) 

My plan was to go no contact and trust the process. Except, my SP never stopped texting me. He kept commenting on my posts, saying I looked “Hot” repeatedly and would send me random texts and memes on Whatsapp. It was quite hilarious if I’m honest. It didn’t surprise me, I am irresistible after all. Within a week he was full on sexting me. But he didn’t make a move at this point so I leaned back.

Part of me felt a bit bad how he was so clearly disrespecting this other girl he was supposedly ‘doing right by’ but, at the end of the day, I know she will move on to be with someone that is awesome for her and I had to take this opportunity to remind myself, that if he was disrespecting her like that, she obviously means nothing to him and it is NOT serious. This is an assumption that works in my favour so I rolled with it. 

He kept texting me every/every other day. Just would not leave me alone. 3 weeks and 1 day after the start of this story - we sexted again and he invited me over. He said “What if this is the last time?” , I literally laughed out loud in my bedroom when I read his text. Boy is delusional if he thinks it’s the last time. I went, he had one of the best sexual experiences of his life (he told me this after) and I left the next day and leaned all the way back again. (Leaning back is not initiating texts, taking a long time to text back or simply not responding at all. Staying away from social media/not posting is also part of leaning back). It’s easy to lean back when you trust and have faith in the process.

He called me up on the phone the next day (boy NEVER calls me). He was very sweet, very awkward, just ‘checking in’. He texted me a bit later asking if I wanted to come out and meet him at the bar he was at. I did.

During this meeting he was so so so so so damn sweet to me. He hugged me several times (long hugs). He’s normally very sexual towards me but he only touched my butt once. Instead it was just the hugs, he stayed close to me and there was a lot of sweet romantic kissing, rather than the usual sexually loaded ones. 

During this night he once again repeated several of my affirmations back to me (this shit works). And it was really nice to hear and see the changes and shifts in him. 

Things went a bit cold after that and I did not hear from him for a few days. Do not fear the silence. In fact, he hit me up this week to ask if I would be home on Thursday. I asked why and he told me he bought me something from my Amazon wish-list (in fact, he bought the most expensive outfit on there). My SP being generous and buying me gifts is one of my affirmations so that was a nice surprise. He bought me a really nice sexy two-piece outfit. But weirdly enough did not ask me out. But as I said before, I trust in the process and I trust in my affirmations and self concept, because they are clearly working!

So today is 1 day after I received the outfit (ended up getting it on Friday not Thursday) so that is how recent this story is. I hope this story provides some re-assurance but also highlights the importance of your self-concept work. You are all that and a bag of chips, you are irreplaceable. Know and trust in the process.

If your SP is dating someone else, make sure you frame your assumptions around that to benefit you in the way that I did. That other person could be (and probably is) exactly the thing your SP needed to experience to bring them closer to you. 

You can never predict or determine how the bridge of incidents will unfold for you. The Universe will orchestrate and arrange things in perfect fashion to get your manifestation to you in the easiest and quickest way and yes, sometimes that will include shit you prefer not to experience as the story above.

If you liked this story and want me to keep you updated on my personal progress, I don’t mind sharing, just let me know! I hope my story will be inspirational, and give hope and reassurance through seemingly negative experiences. 

In my mind, I am determined and I know that I AM in a committed relationship with my SP. This is currently the bridge of incidents in the 3D and I am okay with that. If you have any questions just hit me up!

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[icantbraintoday-tryagainlater]

The Bullet that Carved My Name (Chapter Two)

Chapter One

Title: The Bullet that Carved My Name

Rating: PG-13

Warnings: Death, gun violance, murder, blood/gore

Fandom: Death and Martha, and Hell's Belles (TikTok's Flickerspark and Sea Ya Out There)

Summery: You die at the hand of your father and learn to love yourself in the afterlife, where Lily, Sharkie, Penny, and the Hellp Desk Gang take you into their adopted family.

Chapter Summery: Bex meets Lily and Penny and learns she doesn't belong in Hell.

Listen - I don't own anything, ok? I don't even own the laptop I'm writing this on or myself (I'm in a lot of dept). But I don't approve of anyone taking this and posting it somewhere else. This is my work and I've worked hard on it. It isn't Beta'd or Proof Read so I guess you could say the onlything I do own are the mistakes in this. I've taken A LOT from my personal life and put it into this story. Please be kind. And if anyone wants to Beta it, I would love that! Just message me and let me know!

I took a glance at the clocks on the wall of the waiting room and hummed, watching the time tick by. For the first time in my life - er… death? I didn’t have anywhere to be, anything to do, or anyone to meet. It was strange. So I didn’t even notice that I had been sitting in the waiting area for 3 whole days. 

Three. Whole. Days.

Oh shit.

Quickly, I stood up and padded my way over to the Hellp Desk where I had noticed several people ushering the worst of humanity through to their levels of Hell for the last three days. It had been quiet for a few hours by this point, so the woman behind the desk, I believe her name was Lily, from what I had gathered from watching, was reading The Hobbit. It was a worn copy, and clearly very loved. I instantly fell in love. Tolkein always had a special place in my heart. Middle Earth was my get-away when life became too much .I often dreamed about being part of that world. Having parents who loved and cared for me more than they loved and cared for money and possessions…

“Um, I'm so sorry to interrupt your reading,” I started as I shuffled on my feet and played with the hem of my shirt.

“If you have a problem that you’re down here, just remember that today is not the day, I am not the one, and the coffee machine is being fixed. So tread carefully.” She said as she turned the page to keep reading before she glanced up at me. “Wait - Who are you? You’re not on my list today.”

“I’m sorry, what’s wrong with your coffee maker? I could take a look? I worked at Starbucks for a while, and I might be able to help?” All thoughts of asking for help for myself immediately slipped out of my head as I heard that someone else was needing help. I could take a look at a coffee machine. I loved coffee. I lived off of coffee. And if I could help the women who clearly had the toughest job in all of creation, I would happily help!

But Lily just stared at me as I babbled until she finally shook her head. “Hon, you’re not supposed to be in Hell. Did you take a wrong turn?”

“Oh no, I definitely belong in Hell.” I immediately started arguing. “Like I told Death, if there’s a Hell, then there’s a Heaven, and my parents were right. I definitely belong in Hell for leaving the church. And being pan… Huh… Guess it was a choice…” I sighed, defeated. “I’ve been sitting over there for a few days and I was just wondering if I needed to go to a different level? I’m honestly not sure if I’m even on a level yet.”

“Oh, honey…” Lily put her book down and shook her head, looking me up and down which made me feel even more uncomfortable. “The Christians weren’t the only ones who were right. Yes, there’s a heaven and a hell because that’s what some people believe in. But I promise you, that’s not the only afterlife. There’s paradises you can only imagine, and tortures even worse than level 9.”

“Don’t tell Greg that!” A voice piped up as Penny came over to sit down next to Lily. “He takes his responsibility very seriously, Who are you? Oh, do we have another trainee!?”

“Trainee?” I asked, frowning, confused.

“Love is never a sin,” Lily says, searching her desk for what I assumed was my paperwork. “And neither is leaving a church that preaches hate. Ah! Here it is!” She held up my file with a triumphant smile. “Now, let’s see where you re– Your father really did that?” She asked softly, looking at me.

I shifted again, uncomfortable for the umteenth time. “I just need to know where I go so I can stop bothering you. I didn’t mean to interrupt the Hobbit for you. And before I go, I can still look at the coffee machine.”

“You can fix coffee machines?” Penny asked with a hopeful look. “Oh, you definitely belong here with us, then!!”

“She belongs in her own paradise. Hon, you were a great person.” Lily looked at me again, tilting her head. 

“What do you mean? I was horrible when I was a kid.”

“No, you were hurt when you were a kid. And you’ve more than made up for it in your adult life before you died. You were supposed to live a lot longer, too…” She shook her head. “Do you know how many of your friends you’ve saved?”

I frowned, shaking my head. “What do you mean?”

“It says here that wherever a friend called you for help, you were there. Regardless of when or where it was. You’ve talked so many of them off a literal cliff. You saved so many lives. And you did everything you could to help others. But no one was there to help you…”

I was getting more and more uncomfortable as Lily continued to read from my chart. “I just did what I would want someone to do for me. It was nothing, really.”

“That’s not nothing.”

I glanced over to Penny and bit my lip. She was looking at me strangely.

“I wish I had someone like you when I was alive… I might not have ended up here so soon.”

“Oh - Oh, Penny, I’m so sorry.” Immediately I felt my heart break for this beautiful woman in front of me.

“It’s alright.” She said, giving me another smile. “I found my happiness. And my place to heal. And now, you do too.” She reached over the desk and took my hand, squeezing it a little. “How would you like a job?  Here at the Hellp Desk? It helped me heal, and I think it will help you, too!”

[i-did-not-mean-to]

Reincarnation

@maalezzo This is entirely for you then..

Words: 1,1k

Warnings: none

Summary : What if Vio was the reincarnation of Mari?

“Rad ink!”

“Thanks, my boyfriend did those!” Vio replied and smiled to herself as she kept walking until she was jerked back by the resistance at the end of her left hand.

“Are you coming?” she asked gently as she looked at the frozen man tethered to her by flesh and love, “What is the matter?”

“I’m just still not used to being referred to as someone’s boyfriend,” Ori squeaked, the blush she had grown so enamoured with flaring up like a wildfire under his pale skin, “but I love it.”

It had been 4 months, 1 week, and 3-and-a-half days since her first session in Ori’s cellar and – ever since – she found pleasure beyond what she had ever expected in the most mundane of tasks and situations. Being with him was truly magical in a way that exceeded even her wildest, best guarded, and most intimate dreams.

They had grown up in the same street and often she wondered if she had passively absorbed more knowledge than she had been hitherto aware of, for she couldn’t shake the feeling – no, the certainty – that she truly knew Ori in ways unfathomable and deep.

Sometimes, she could predict how he was going to reply before she had even started her own sentence; at other times, she was able to read his face like a book, discerning the myriad emotions and thoughts, usually so cryptic to others, without difficulty.

“I feel like you’ve always been,” she grinned now, “I cannot imagine a world where you’d be less than a friend or anything other than my whole world.”

This as well – the nagging longing, the shivering anticipation, and the echo of torturous doubt – was a ghost that haunted the silences stretching out between their matutinal goodbyes and enthusiastic meetups after work.

“You feel it too?” Ori stopped again; his face was so serious that Vio instantly knew that he had been giving his next few words enough thought to fill a notebook with.

“Yes; I feel as if I’ve always known you, as if I had been born to know you, as if we were destined to love each other.”

“It’s more than that,” he mused quietly, “I am almost convinced that I have loved you before.”

“In a previous life?” Vio asked eagerly; she was much less spiritual and cerebral than him, but it was – unsurprisingly – easy to just trust Ori in this as much as in everything else concerning their life together.

“Yes, maybe? When I held you in my arms, last week, under the starry sky, I had the distinct feeling – I could see it inside my mind – that we’ve been exactly like that before. Only, in my vision, the constellations were outlandish and weird, and I was wearing fabrics that chafed my skin…Forget it, it’s probably mere fancy.” Ori shook his head as if to dispel the lingering impression that he was but brushing the essence of this hidden truth that kept flowing through his fingers like water.

Ready to let it go for now, Vio tugged him along tenderly and chattered about the flower shop and her tiny fight with her mother over gardenias until they reached the small café where they liked to sit and read together.

“Vio,” Ori said, holding her back before she could saunter in, “Nori thinks I could do an apprenticeship for the tattoo thing.”

They had talked about this before, but Ori had not been sure if he wanted to turn his hobby into a full-time job; moreover, he was loath to leave her behind to chase a potential pipedream. “Do you want to go?” Vio cocked her head patiently; she had her own thoughts on the matter, but she first wanted to hear where his heart would lead him. It would have been unfair to sway him by invoking the love they shared before he could make up his own mind.

“I am not sure,” Ori replied hesitantly and nodded at the waitress who waved at the counter as if to ask them if they would be ordering their usual favourites, “it’s rather far away. Would you come?”

“Where is it?” Vio asked and coughed lightly as a chill crept up her spine and scratched in the back of her throat.

“Place called ‘Moria’…It has been standing empty for a while now, but friends – distant relations more like it – of ours will reopen it,” Ori answered, taking his cup from the waitress and toying with the funny, little spoon idly for a moment instead of drinking his tea.

Vio felt as if fingers of ice and flame closed around her heart; she gasped as blurry images and specks of wisdom assaulted her mind.

“Don’t go,” she exclaimed suddenly, “let’s not. I…have a bad feeling about it.”

“Premonition?” Ori inquired, his voice exempt of doubt or mockery; he had not expected Vio to believe him when he had said that he couldn’t quite dismiss the flashbacks of a life that had not been his and yet was illuminated by a love that was so unmistakeably and immutably the one he shared with Vio right here and now.

“No,” Vio hummed thoughtfully, “for lack of a better word, let’s call it a ‘memory’. I just know that – were you to leave for that place – you’d never come back, and I cannot lose you. I can’t say if all of this has happened before or if we’re just fated in the good, old-fashioned ‘soulmates’ sense, but I feel the truth of this in my bones and I am not about to disregard such a clear warning.”

“We’ve been friends,” Ori nodded, “it feels as if we’d been friends forever. Literally forever. Through time and space. Do I sound crazy?”

Vio shook her head and gently cradled his sensitive, artistic fingers in her own palm.

“No,” she said, “not at all. I honestly couldn’t care less. This is our story and I refuse to be star-crossed! Stay with me, in this timeline, in this place, let’s rewrite history!”

Ori nodded pensively, wondering how Vio had known that his visions – heart-breaking, soft, and tender – were all tinged by a profound sense of loss and loneliness; he had never told her anything about the darkness bleeding into the flashbacks like spilled ink or the sound of drums – menacing and final – and yet, she had sensed or known independently.

He’d trust her as he always did, maybe more than he ever had before, hopefully enough to change the course of their destiny.

“Alright,” he agreed, lifting the steaming teacup to his lips, “I’ll stay here.”

There we go, I hope you enjoyed this my dear 💖💖

Lots of love from me <3

[mountttmase]

Hiii,I can't wait to read it🤭

Life with mason was a dream. NO DOUBTS 😉

With a few white lies from Mason, you managed to land yourself a part time job in London. SSSHHH, NO NEED TO TELL THAT TO ANYONE 🫣🫣

Mason was the most supportive and loving man you’d ever come across. Checking in on you frequently and always making you smile. You cherished the life you were building together and seemed to be on the same page about everything. WE LOVE A SUPPORTIVE MAN

Well all but one thing. EHI, DON'T SCARE ME

To say you were on two different pages may not best description, but you still hadn’t crossed a certain line with each other. You’d had plenty of heated make out sessions that could have led to more, but things were always stopped before you got too far. You knew Mason was more than ready for that part of your relationship to develop but you still couldn’t quite push yourself to get there. OOO, BABY YOU JUST CAME OUT FROM A TRAUMATISING READY

. If he wasn’t getting what he needed from you then he could quite easily get it from somewhere else was what your mind told you, but you knew deep down he would ever do that to you. OH NONONO, HE'S NOT, HE'S IN LOVE WITH YOU SINCE HE FIRST MET YOU LOVE

It wasn’t like you didn’t want him in that way, in fact that’s all you’d been thinking about lately. He didn’t make it easy for you, waltzing around with so much skin on show you were unsure of where to look, sleeping next to him every night with his skin stuck to yours and his hands stroking over your waist. HE'S A TEASEEEE

You were sat in work on Thursday, the last day of your working week and the image of Mason kissing down your body filled your head. You didn’t snap out of it until you heard your name being called. NAUGHTY GIRL

‘I know that look girl, you’ve got the horn just admit it’ she winked at you whilst you groaned and hid your face. ‘Just tell your man you need to get you some, I’m sure he’ll be happy to oblige’ HANNAH🤭🤭🤭🤭

‘Of course it’s alright you muppet’ he laughed, making you smile a little bit too. ‘You don’t need permission from me y/n’ MY MAN😊

‘Oh I forgot you’re going away tomorrow’ you breathed, rubbing your temple as you thought of what to say to Hannah. ‘I’m so sorry Mase it slipped my mind. I’ll have dinner with Hannah another night’ HE'S NOT GOING TO LET YOU POSTPONE FOR HIM

‘Don’t be silly. I want you to go out and have fun. If you’re home you’ll probably just distract me even more’ he laughed, trying to relax you a bit. EXACTLY

‘Yes I do, can’t have the love of my life walking home alone in the dark can I?’ He joked, trying to brush it off but you couldn’t be more grateful for him. A warm feeling growing in your chest at his words. WOOOOOO, I'M NOT GOOD

‘Right, where are you taking me?’ you asked her, and she squealed before grabbing your arm and leading you down the road to one of her favourite Italian restaurants. You were thankfully out of the way of lots of other people so you could talk freely and after two glasses of wine she was ready to pick your brains. CAN I BE A BIT PATRIOTIC? ITALIAN COOKING FOR THE WINN🤭

‘Well first of all, from what you’ve said Mason sounds like a gem and as long as he’s not putting any pressure on you to do anything then I wouldn’t worry about him. I think this sounds like something you need to work on’ she told you and you nodded along with her in agreement. YOU UNDERSTOOD EVERYTHING HANNAH, LOVE YOU

I'M LOVING HANNAH'S IDEAS

‘Hello’ he laughed, taking the seatbelt from your hand and plugging you in as you were having trouble. ‘Looks like someone’s had a good night’ I LOVE HOW HE'S JUST HAPPY SHE HAD A GOOD NIGHT

THE T-SHIRT PART MADE ME LAUGH HARD

You couldn’t ignore the way your tummy flipped at his praise, the heat rising to your face instantly and you had to bite your lip to stop the smile taking over your face. ME TOO GIRL

‘You got any office gossip to share?’ He quizzed, and you couldn’t help but laugh out loud. YES THAT'S HOW I IMAGINE HI. BEING 🤣🤣🤣

‘One day soon you might’ You teased and he laughed into your skin before settling back down behind you. YES HE WILL FOR SURE🫣😏😏

‘I’ll look after you okay. Sweet dreams, love’😊😊😊

After sending her a quick thank you text, you added it to your basket, thanking your lucky stars you were just in time for next day delivery and also noticing it came with a matching silk robe so you could cover yourself until you were ready to let Mason see. An excited but nervous feeling settled in your tummy in anticipation. OOO SHE'S GETTING READY TO GIVE HER MAN A GOD REWARD (WAS THAT THE THING YOU CHANGED? THE COLOUR WAS BLUE AT THE BEGINNING?)

You never got over how proud you were of him, even more so when he scored a late winner and you couldnt wait to get him home and show him exactly how you were feeling. 😏😏😏😏

After staring at yourself in awe for a few more minutes you packed it all away and hid it back in your room in anticipation for when Mason got home tomorrow. I LOVE THAT SHE GOT A SELF-ESTEEM BOOSTER

He caught you as you came flying at him, wrapping your legs around his waist as he spun you in a circle. You both pulled back slightly to look at each other, matching smiles on your faces. MY BABIES

‘More than you know’ you breathed, beginning to feel him harden against you and you bit your lip at the feeling. He pulled away, respecting your boundaries and told you he was going to take a shower but you knew what that was code for. When things got hot and heavy but he knew a kiss would be as far as things would go, a ‘shower’ was code for him going to sort himself out alone. ‘Wait, don’t’ you pleaded and he looked at you with curious eyes. ‘I have something to show you, can you go wait in our room? I won’t be long’ you reasoned and he look at you confused before kissing your cheek and heading upstairs. SHE'S READY AND HE DOESN'T SUSPECT ANYTHING 🫣🫣🫣

‘This is nice’ he told you, playing with the belt with one hand and resting his other on the back of your thigh. AND YOU HAVE NOT SEEN THE BEST PART

He looked at you with wide eyes, unsure as to what was happening and when he didn’t move, you gently grabbed his hand and made him hold the end of the belt before stepping away so it would untie. Once it had, the robe fell open to reveal your lacey red underwear. You kept your eyes on Mason the whole time, watching how he swallowed a nervous lump at the sight of you, his eyes growing dark as he took you in. It was all the confidence boost you needed not to shy away from him and you pushed the robe from your shoulders, letting it drop to the floor. MOUNT DON'T FAINT NOW, PLEASE

‘You sure?’ His whispered against your lips and you nodded against him with a smile. HE DOUBLE-CHECKED🤗🫠

‘We’ll go slow yeah?’ He whispered as his lips reached your ear and you nodded before he gently lifted you off him and laid you down on the bed. He crawled over to lay beside you, propped up on one arm so he could hover over you, before attaching his lips back to yours. THAT'S A MAN

‘What do you like, baby?’ He whispered and your whole mind went blank. The truth is you had no idea. Sex had always been about getting the job done on the past so you’d never stopped to think about what you did and didn’t like O LOVE, YOU'RE GOING TO LEARN WITH HIM😏

‘Trust me, I don’t think I’ve ever been this turned on. I’m trying so hard not to cum in my pants’ he laughed and before you knew it, your underwear had joined his shirt on the floor. MOUNT🤣🫣

‘Shhh baby, it’s okay, I got you’ he whispered, before his fingers came back to your thigh, inching higher until he was nearly touching you where you needed him. I HAVE ELEPHANTS IN MY BELLY

‘Mason?’ You questioned and his head shot up to look at you. ‘What do you like?’ You asked him, your face turning even redder and he smiled at your question. ‘It’s not all about me’ you said and he shook his head softly while smiling at you. MY WOMAN, I LOVE THAT

‘It is all about you’ he whispered but you just laughed at him whilst grabbing his face to make him look at you. DID ANYONE HAVE DOUBTS ABOUT THIS BEING HIS ANSWER?

‘What do you want?’ You whispered and you heard him let out a low growl in the back of his throat, turning you on even more. ‘I want to taste you’ he admitted and you couldn’t help but let out a massive breath at his words. MOUT YOU'RE A TEASE

A few moments after, you let go of his hair, tugging on his shoulder and his head shot up to look at you, a slight panic on his face as he thought something was wrong but you were quick to reassure him. I LOVE HOW HE HAS ALL HIS ATTENTION TO HER

This was Mason, and you knew you’d be fine. THAT'S SO SWEET

He pushed into you slowly, both of you breathing and moaning into each other mouths as the pleasure took over you. Your hands gripped his shoulders as he began to thrust into you at a a slow pace so you could adjust to him. After a minute or so you were ready for him to pick up the pace as you knew he was being careful with you on purpose. THAT'S SOOOO🔥🔥🔥

You felt his hand on your waist once your breathing was back to normal, tugging you towards him so you could cuddle into his chest. His lips started peppering kisses along your hairline immediately before you looked up at him with a shy smile. BABY

‘Well for what it’s worth, I did too’ he winked and you nested into him more as you laughed. ‘I kick myself most days about how I should of told you how I felt about you when we were kids. You probably wouldn’t of gone near the prick of all pricks and we could of started our lives together so much sooner’ YES, BUT DON'T BLAME YOURSELF

‘I guess. I’m just thinking about all the years of sex we’ve missed out on’ he laughed whilst tickling your ribs. NAUGHTY

‘Was this the ‘girl talk’ you were on about the other day?’ He questioned, pulling back to look at your flushed face as you nodded with an embarrassed smile. ‘I’ll have to send Hannah a thank you card’ he teased as you hid your face from him. ‘Thank you for trusting me’ he whispered into your hair and you nodded into his neck. EXACTLY, THANK HER, YOU DEFINITELY SHOULD

I LOVED THAT, PART 1 WAS WOW, BUT THIS...THIS WAS AMAZING

I CANT BELIVE THIS SITTED ON YOUR DRAFTS FOR 1 YEAR

YOU KNOW WHAT I THINK ABOUT YOUR WRITING, YOU'RE SO GOOD AT IT, AND HAVE THE CAPABILITY TO NEVER MAKE A FIC LOOK LIKE ANOTHER ONE.

THANK YOI FOR SHARING THAT, LOTS OF LOVE🩷🩷

MY FAVOURITE FEEDBACK FROM MY FAVOURITE PERSON

Thank you so much for taking the time to do this every time it makes me so happy you have no idea 😭

And yes it’s been a long time coming but she’s here 😂

Lots of love to you xxxxx

[k-centaurea]

it’s been exactly six months since i wrote this sad little thing and rereading it makes it clear that i got much better, wow

so i think i’ll leave it here as a reminder that even this can pass

and as another piece of experience of someone with bpd and depression? i know it’s not the most interesting thing to read but i kinda like sharing all this shit happening in my brain

***

It seems I'm writing it from the lowest point possible, where I have already been, in slightly different circumstances though. Maybe I’ll reread it half a year later and say “fuck, was it really that bad?” – but honestly I doubt it.

So, I haven’t tidied my room for a week, I’ve just decided not to adjust my homework to the required standards because I had no strength for it, I overslept my classes again, I haven’t eaten anything but three apples and a bowl of cereal in last two days, I’ve had a nervous tic in my left eye for two hours, and I tried to talk to my partner this morning and cried most of the conversation. I stopped taking antidepressants one and a half month ago but I didn’t expect that I would be so out of whack. I started taking it again, yet nothing changes.

I feel locked in my own head, studded with the thorns of all my cognitive distortions blooming there. Even if I calm down a bit, every bad memory, every change in someone other’s voice, every hint from others or myself that I am useless, annoying, miserable – every small thing pushes me against all my depressive thoughts that fill me completely; I can’t escape from them, can’t brush them off, can’t distract myself with anything else: they are stronger than me or than every possible distraction, they are always with me, only quieting down at the best moments, still reminding of their presence.

That’s all I have, and I’m afraid that one day it all will consume me from the inside. What will remain when the medications work? Emptiness, because there is nothing to replace all these thoughts and feelings. Happiness? Of course you feel happy, you’re fucking borderline, you react so emotionally to everything. Love? Sure, you are easily attached to people, that is also a symptom. What is not a symptom? What has not been for the last several years?

I don’t know which is worse: to think and feel everything that I do or to live with a void inside you. Although I feel painfully empty between the flashes of one emotion or another, so I guess I combine both options.

I don’t know if it all can be cured. I can’t imagine even the most professional therapists and the hardest work on myself making a person out of an empty shell. Can’t imagine anything making me believe in my own importance and value. I’m afraid of death, but it starts to seem the easiest and the most reliable solution. I’m not even sure what would be better – to disappear instantly and painlessly, or to cut, torment, shred myself to pieces, until the last second inflicting as much pain on myself as I deserve.

I’m tired of seeking out for things I would lose if I killed myself right now, for what so amazing can happen later which I should wait for, or thinking about what would have left to my loved ones after my death (pretty sure it would be relief).

I guess there’s only one thing still barely keeping me alive.

I wonder what could I feel like without everything in my head that keeps poisoning my life. How does it feel not to cry for hours for every little thing. Not to feel yourself worthless just because someone has achieved more than you have. To see yourself as a whole personality and not as shards of your mental illness. To love without a constant fear to be abandoned. To live without a constant desire to die.

I hardly hope to feel it all, but if there is even the slightest possibility that I will, it would be nice to live up to this day.