#i was zooming around on water CONSTANTLY

[leohtttbriar]

the relative nastiness of the design for the trill symbiont worm creature is undeniably significant, for me, who loves that nastiness. it's sort of enormous, too, which makes it less "pleasing" overall, given it's bigger than most of the body's organs and there's no way anyone carrying that around wouldn't be able to constantly feel it. it's got that practical-effect slime, that underground creature weird grub milky color, it's shaped like a grub, where is its face??, it just zooms and buzzes in the briny cave water, and then you put it in your body and it's just there for the rest of your life. it looks like the Alien worm thing, only fatter and with no spiky teeth. also it's the sweetest, cutest thing ever and it's like the defining and most celebrated thing in this made-up alien culture in which said aliens might devote their whole lives to the caretaking of these worms and others might die to protect them. they could've chosen something tiny, something that was pretty, designed something with sparkles and not covered in slime, etc. but they didn't. which is the Cornerstone of the Theme and why it Works. joined trills be like: it's me and this grub creature and we will love each other for the rest of our lives. i can feel when it squirms on my intestines. it does not like when i'm gassy. we are the platonic ideal of love. and it's all centered on a grub thing with no face.

[bitchyycapricorn]

Brooklyn Bridge

Peter Parker x Reader

Masterlist Word Count: 1.3k Synopsis: Peter faces one problem constantly: Aunt May knocking on the door at the absolute worst times. Fed up, Peter decides to simply show you off to the public.

Quote: “Good God, look at you you’re doing such a good job.” Warnings: Smut, public sex, praise kink, usage of slut, language, P in V AN: Obviously with my highlighted quote TikTok has reminded me how much of a praise kink I have. Not edited.

“Oh fuck babe, I’ve missed you so much,” You groan as Peter thrusts into you. Your whole body is on fire at the feeling of Peters lips leaving small kisses on the side of your neck as he pounds into you mercilessly.

“God, “Y/N, you feel so fucking good.” Peter groans as his hand wanders up and down your side, taking in every inch of your body. Peter continues to plant small kiss along your jawline before stopping abruptly at the sound of a knock on his door.

“Peter?” May calls from the other side of the door. “Peter open the door!” Peter groans as he pulls out of you, leaving your body aching for his touch.

“You have to get in the closet,” Peter whispers harshly under his breath, “quick grab your cloths.” You find yourself stumbling out of his bed, scrambling while you pick your discarded cloths up from the ground before making a beeline to Peter’s closet. Even though you now couldn’t see Peter, you could hear him fumbling around while trying to get his cloths on before unlocking the door for May.

“Why do you always keep that door locked Peter?” May stammers as Peter shifts uncomfortably.

“I was trying to get to bed.” He replies slowly, “also I like the privacy.” He admits sheepishly.

May stares up at him for a moment before letting out a sigh. “Yes, alright, well I’m going to bed. I came to tell you goodnight and if you need me make sure it’s an emergency.” Peter nods before giving May a hug and sending her on her way, making sure to tell her goodnight as well.

Peter shut the door, letting out a small groan before or opening up the closet to reveal a disheveled Y/N. You let a smile spread across your lips as you stumble out of Peter’s messy closet. “Well then,” you hum, “Is the mood ruined or…”

“Ruined? What do you think?” Peter mumbles. “Everyone in the world wants to watch us have sex I swear. Constantly needing us, constantly knocking on the door. Might as well just have public sex at this point so people can ask questions without any barriers.”

You let out a small laugh, running your fingers up Peter’s arm. “Public sex huh? Well, maybe let’s keep it tame and go ahead and finish in your bed since May is now asleep.” You suggest, trying to pull Peter with you.

“No.” Peter replies, a smirk forming on his previously solemn face. “Get dressed, we’re going out.”

“Going out? It’s almost 11 at night…” You hesitate as you slip on your pajama shorts and tank top, followed by your jacket.

“Don’t you trust me love?” Peter asks sweetly causing your stomach to erupt with butterflies.

“Of course I trust you,”

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“I do NOT trust you!” You shriek as Peter lands on top of the main upper platform on the Brooklyn Bridge. You look down at the cars zooming by below you, feeling your heart drop. “Why the hell are we on the Brooklyn bridge?” You cry, clinging onto Peters warm body.

“Since everyone wants to watch us have sex so bad, thought I’d give them a show.” Peter declares.

“You-You what?” You stammer feeling your cheeks heat up as you stare into your boyfriends masked eyes.

“Hold on to the rail baby,” Peter encourages as he flips you around so your frontside is pressed against the metal railing and you’re staring down at the cars and water below.

“P-peter,” You stutter feeling his cold hand slowly snaking between your spread thighs in order to push your shorts and underwear to the side. His fingers dance across your bare cunt, spreading your wetness in the process.

“Look at my pretty girl, all bent over for me like a little slut.” Peter purrs “Such a good girl aren’t you.” You could now feel his finger slowly entering you, dipping deep into your soaking core.

“Fu-fuck Peter, what if someone sees?” You sputter as your walls close around his slender finger.

His mask brushes against your ear as he whispers “That’s why we’re up her baby, so everyone can watch me fuck you like a slut.” You let out a gasp as his digits thrust in and out of you at an agonizingly slow pace. “Mmm you like that don’t you?”

You let out a small moan in response, squeezing the railing as his fingers speed up. “Oh god Peter I’m close,” you cry at the feeling of his thumb now toying with your clit.

“Are you now?” Peter hums, smacking your ass as his fingers continue to violently thrust in and out of your heat. “Well then, if you’re so close, cum for me baby. Cum all over my fingers like a good girl.” He praises.

Throwing your head back onto his shoulder you allow your body to let go, convulsing as your orgasm washes over your whole body.

“Good girl,” Peter groans, slowly pulling his soaking fingers out of you. Your hands continue to squeeze the railing while you desperately try and catch your breath. Behind you you could hear Peter unzipping his jeans, shuffling as he removes his hard dick from its restraints. “Ready pretty girl?” Peter grunts as he lines himself up behind you. You nod, forgetting about the cars below you entirely.

Peter helps to bend you over slightly more, before grabbing yours hips and sliding into you with ease. “Oh fuck,” Peter moans as he bottoms out. “You feel so fucking good baby.” Peter slowly pulls out of you before pushing back in repeatedly. Your legs began to shake as Peter speeds up his movement, pushing deeper into you each time.

Small moans and cries escape your lips as you’re thrusted against the metal railing repeatedly. “Peter fuck” you cry. “God, oh, Peter.” Your whimpers fill the air as Peter drills into you without mercy, enjoying the feeling of your clenched cunt squeezing his throbbing cock.

“Good god, look at you you’re doing such a good job.” Peter praises, hands gripping your ass roughly. Your legs were shaking as Peter hammers into you from behind. Each thrust feeling deeper than the last, pushing you closer to your second orgasm. “Such a pretty little slut. Taking my cock so good in front of everyone.” Peters voice and hands felt hypnotic. The way he’s roughly grabbing your hips as he guides your body up and down his thick cock with every thrust.

“Peter-“ you moan, never wanting Peter to stop. “K-keep going please,” you whine.

Peter lets out a grunt, feeling himself getting closer to the edge. Your body capturing his attention as it knocks against the railing the deeper he pushes into you. “Shit-“ Peter mutters as his orgasm begins to creep up even more. “I’m close.”

You let out another string of moans knowing you’re close as well. You feel as one of Peters hands snakes around your front side, slowly rubbing your clit and adding to the pleasure. Throwing your head back you can feel your muscles begging to contract as a wave of adrenaline and pleasure washes over you. “Fuck Peter,” you groan as you finish around his cock.

Letting out a loud moan Peter releases inside of you, overwhelmed by the feeling of you squeezing around him as you ride out the last of your own orgasm.

Peter slowly pulls out and you can feel the hot cum slowly running down your bare thighs. Your body still shaking from the events just moments ago.

“You alright baby?” Peter whispers as his arms wrap around your disheveled figure. Planting soft kisses to your shoulder as he rubs your upper arms.

“I’m good, that was, that was amazing,” you reply, leaning back into his warm body.

“Good, I’m glad you enjoyed it as much as I did. Now let’s get you home and cleaned up hm?” He hums, turning you around so you’re facing him. You nod, allowing Peter to embrace you once more.

You look around at your surroundings for a moment, admiring the beauty of the city from so high up. “Hey Peter,” you whisper, “how many people do you think recorded us?”

Peter let out a small laugh before realizing you were right. “Oh fu-“

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TAGLIST @noakrootje

[ventismacchiato]

26 behind the lens — the ship has sunk !

scaramouche x g!n reader

notes; same day but it’s now night time

translations for french at the end of the chapter

_________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

You hear a knock on the bathroom door, causing you to jump at the noise. You’d been hiding in your shared restroom for a while to update your friends on the situation, losing track of time as you sat atop the counter in nothing but your pajamas.

“Hey, are you alright?” Kuni asks from the other side of the door, “You’ve been in there for a while silently. Better not be jerking off without me.”

“I’m fine,” you call out, face blooming, “I just have an extensive thirty-step skin care routine,” you lie.

“Alright, I’m going to bed,” he hums, and you hear his footsteps walk off.

You place your face in your hands and let out a low groan, hiding a secret identity was not as easy as Hannah Montana made it seem. You hop off the counter and splash some water on your face to make it seem as if you did have a routine. After muting your phone so as to not hear Aether telling you how bad you were keeping a secret you sat on the edge of the tub for a few minutes, collecting your thoughts.

The stress was really catching up to you. What the fuck were you doing?

You turn your mind off and wander out into the bedroom, the only source of light being the beams of white streaming through the curtains. Kuni’s body was turned away from you, his chest rising up and down slowly. He must’ve been exhausted from today.

You quietly crawl under the covers with him, pulling the comforter up to your chin. You were going to face the other way so as to not bother him but much to your surprise, the blankets rustled and Kuni was now facing you.

He lifts his eyelids open and tugs you in close, hands sliding underneath your shirt to caress your cold skin. Your chests are pressed up against each other, which causes you to circle your hands around his waist out of instinct.

“Goodnight,” he mumbles, pressing his face into the pillow, “I’m glad you came,” he trails off.

“I am too,” you reply, letting yourself play with his hair.

“Star confessed to me today,” he says, his words muffled from his face being hidden in the pillow, but he peeks out to gauge your reaction. You pretend to be surprised.

“Oh, what did you say?”

“That I would rather be with you, obviously,” he says, pinching your waist.

“I’d like to be with you, too.”

Kuni blooms red at that, hiding his face back in the pillow.

You’d come clean after Paris.

You wanted to enjoy this for as long as you could.

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filler

behind the lens !

masterlist — prev | next

sunghoon, yeonjun, and lujiuerhei as scara, felix as kazuha

ngl i kinda regret making ayaka a friend in this au but i’m too far gone ☠️

shadow moth hacking scara’s twt hes in a silly goofy mood

lmk if u can’t read anything in an ask and i’ll zoom in for u,,it’s hard trying to cram everything into ten pics

translations:

merci d'être entré dans ma vie = thank you for coming into my life

author’s notes — lmk if the french is right i trusted google for this one

synopsis — you, better known as STARDUST, and BALLADEER have always been in competition for the top streamer spot on twitch, which is especially impressive since the two of you have never shown your faces. you’ve never been on good terms, constantly one-upping each other in matches and getting into petty arguments on twitter, causing your fans to also dislike each other. that’s until BALLADEER does a face reveal that breaks the internet with his good looks…which makes you realize it’s the same guy you went on a date with last night. the type of date that made you crave to see him again. the only problem was he didn’t know you were STARDUST and he was way different behind the lens than he portrayed himself online to you. should you keep your identity a secret to salvage the relationship or just let him go?

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[wakandas-vibranium]

I’m In A Meeting

Pairing: No outbreak!Joel Miller x Wife!Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, minors DNI, smutty smut, oral(m receiving)

Word count: 1.5k

Summary: Your husband Joel is currently on a zoom meeting and you’re bored.

A/N: I'm just in a Joel Miller mood today I guess. Please like, comment, and reblog!

Your husband Joel had a flourishing contracting business, and you couldn't have been more proud of him. You two haven't had much time to be intimate, much less have sex, in the last few months since he's been so busy. He was either too tired or stayed late at work. 

Again, you were proud of him, but you missed your husband. It's almost as if he had to put you on his calendar for a meeting just to have a conversation with you. You didn't complain, but his absence was starting to wear down on you. 

You spent your time with your stepdaughter Sarah, but Sarah was also preoccupied with her best friend Ellie. You spent some time with Tommy and Maria, but the newlywed couple was already worn out with their newborn child. The time you spent with your best friend and husband, Joel, was far more meaningful to you than the time you spent working or even with your close friends. You and Joel did everything together…or at least you used to. 

Because the community center where you worked was closed for construction this week, you were at home. You hoped that this chance would allow you to spend more time with your husband, but it did not. He was constantly busy, even when working from home. He was so busy that he missed your lunch date, which was right downstairs in your kitchen. Somebody always needed him for something. He was the boss, so it only made sense. You loved and hated it. 

It was an early release day, so you picked up Sarah and Ellie from school and dropped them off at the local arcade for a few hours. When you got home, Joel was still in his office, conducting yet another meeting. 

You decided enough was enough right then and there. You stripped your clothes off and marched to the door of his office, overcome by boldness and unadulterated determination. You didn't even bother to knock. You strolled into his office, naked as the day you came. When he looked up at you, his eyes widened in surprise before his lips curled upward in a small smirk.

It sounded like one of his clients was giving a presentation, but you didn't care, and by the looks of it, neither did your husband. His chestnut-brown eyes had abandoned his computer screen and watched you like a hawk. 

You shut the door behind you, got down on your knees, and crawled slowly over to your husband. You crawled underneath his desk and sat back on your knees once you were in front of his lap. 

You unzipped his slacks slowly, careful not to graze his cock, teasing. Joel grabbed the camera on top of his desktop and tilted it upward, rendering it unable to see anything below his chin. You reached in his pants and pulled out his half hard cock. Clearly, he missed you as much as you missed him, you thought to yourself. 

Your mouth watered with hunger the minute his cock sprung free. Joel was so busy this month with an inflow of new clients that you hadn't choked on it in such a long time. You missed it. You licked the palm of your hand before gently massaging his cock. It grew to fullness in your hand within a manner of seconds. One of your favorite feelings. 

Joel kept facing his computer screen, but his hand came down and touched the side of your face. You turned your cheek into his hand and kissed his palm twice. He hummed and nodded his head, as if he were paying attention to the presentation. 

You licked your lips, moaning quietly as his hard cock stared back at you, daring you to put it in your mouth. 

"Look at me." You commanded in a hushed tone, skillfully licking an impressive stripe up his shaft and flicking your tongue over the slit. Joel caught your teasing smirk as he glanced down at you. You wrapped your lips around him and sucked, peering up at him to gauge his reaction. Joel leaned forward a bit, grabbing and squeezing your tits in both hands.

“Just like that, baby.” Joel encouraged, letting out a strained moan as you started bobbing your head up and down, setting a particular toe curling pace that he always seemed to melt for. 

Someone asked him a contract question that appeared to be extremely significant, so you pulled off with a soft pop and stroked his wet cock loosely while the other hand fondled his balls.

You had always loved Joel's vocal prowess during sexcapades, but the fact that he couldn't make the noises he wanted right now made you even wetter for him.

“That’s right Mark— mmm,” Joel coughed, covering his moan as you squeezed his dick tighter in your first, pumping him hard and fast with one hand. Your other hand crept between your thighs and played with your swollen clit. Your cunt was drenched. 

He struggled through a few more questions before pressing the mute button. He looked down at you, his eyes hungry with a sweet promise of what was to come once his meeting finished.

You licked long, wet stripes along the sides of his shaft before taking the tip of his cock between your soft, full lips. "Goddamnit!" he swore, slamming his palm down hard on the desk and fighting back a growl as the heat of your mouth engulfed him once more.

Good thing he muted his microphone, you thought, turned on and amused by the needy sounds escaping his lips. 

"Our annual charity gala is coming up," someone chimed in, prompting a flurry of excited shouts and a round of applause.

"Shit," Joel exhaled sharply, eyes fluttering closed, his thick fingers sinking into the leather armrests of his office chair as you sucked him deeper down your throat and stroked the base of his cock.

“Joel?” Mark, his million dollar client, questioned, raspy voice heavy with concern, “Everything okay over there?” 

Joel’s eyes shot open and he sat up straight in his chair, cautiously closing his legs. He must have accidentally unmuted his microphone when he slammed the desk. You fought back a hysterical giggle as you continued bobbing your head up and down, slurping as quietly as you could. He tasted so good. 

“Yeah,” he said, nodding his head as he chuckled nervously, “I just stubbed my toe on the co—corner of my desk is all.” You gripped his thigh and spread his legs back to where they were. He cupped the back of your head before pulling on your locs. The painful pleasure only made your clit throb for him. You brought your hand back down to your pussy and began to finger your clit in tight circles. You wanted to cum with his cock in your mouth. 

“Will you be joining us at the office this Friday?” Andrea, a new hire, asked Joel. Everybody loved Joel. He was the man in Austin, Texas. There weren't too many people in the big city who didn't know who Joel Miller was. You loved that for him. His success was your success. 

“Yes,” he mumbled, sinking his teeth into his bottom lip as his eyes fluttered closed again, “I’ll mmhmm be the—there.” 

“And how about the charity gala next weekend?” Mark asked warmly, “Are you coming?”

“Yeah, I’m cummin’ right the fuck now,”Joel grunted lowly, warning you slyly. You giggled around his cock and the vibrations were more than enough to send him over the edge. He let go of your locs and grabbed your shoulder instead, biting back a booming moan as he shot his warm seed down your throat, shuddering hard as you swallowed around him. You came hard, legs trembling too as an orgasm ripped through your belly. Joel’s cock being in your mouth drowned out your loud whimpers. 

“Well if there’s nothing else. Have a great evening everyone. We’ll see you all in the office on Friday.” 

“Good night everyone.”

“Have a good one.”

“See ya Friday, Joel.”

“Bye y’all.”

“Have a good rest of your week, Joel.”

“Goodbye everybody.” 

You heard the chirp of multiple people leaving the zoom meeting so you continued to suck, milking your husband of all he had. You rubbed his thighs as they shook slightly. 

“And make sure that beautiful wife comes too,” one of his newer clients added before ending the meeting. 

“Oh, I will,” Joel promised as his gaze never left yours, grin wide and toothy, pupils blown wide as all outside and shimmering with lust. Your heart hammered against your chest in anticipation. 

He made sure the meeting ended before standing up, cock softening as he peered down at you, “Bend your sexy ass over my desk,” he purred as he walked around his desk, “I want that ass as high as you can get it.” 

"You sure I don't have to make an appointment first?" You laughed, shoulders shaking as you crawled out from under his desk.

[tokki-tteokbokki]

One by One

Chapter Three: Mile High

Jeongin x Fem Reader

MDNI

18+

Synopsis:

After constantly fighting with your boyfriend, Jisung, your relationship abruptly ends.

Unaware of the secret hope of your relationship's demise by your friends.

One by one, the boys can't help themselves.

Chapter Two:

Chapter Four:

Warnings:

heh more dirty dirty smut :), some angst, hurt feelings, public touching, fingering, public sex, unprotected intercourse, mouth covering

“Ugh..” You groaned against the pillow after hearing your alarm go off.

You coughed, feeling the soreness in your throat. You reached over to grab the glass of water on the nightstand. Taking small sips, being careful not to swallow too hard. Your escapade from last night replaying in your mind, causing your skin to raise small goosebumps. You hadn’t fully wrapped your head around what had happened with Chan let alone Minho.

Your thoughts were disrupted by a knock at the door. “Eh?” You squeaked, quickly draped a robe over your naked body before shuffling to the door. “Yes?” You answered opening the door. To your surprise there was no one but a tray on the floor caught your eye. You sank down to pick it up, upon examination you saw the bowl of oatmeal matched with fresh ripe strawberries, with a cup of steaming tea that leaked the smell of honey and lemon, followed by a folded note with a small bag taped to it.

Setting the tray down you opened the note

“(y/n)

take it easy today. hope this helps until the next time i get to destroy you. :)

-MH”

You peeled the bag that was taped to the note looking at the label “Echinacea & Honey Throat Lozenges” You stifled a laugh “Minho, manages to make a kind gesture a horny one.” You ate your breakfast carefully and enjoyed the soothing elements of the tea before getting on with the rest of your routine and heading out.

Today’s schedule wasn’t too difficult. It was just filming the boys go-karting and eating afterwards. Still, it was work. You greeted everyone good morning and made a request to the PA to fetch some more of the honey lemon tea you had this morning at the courtesy of Minho. “Everyone ready to head out?” You called out “Yeah!” Piling out into the driveway to settle into your vehicles, you were too focused on the written plan you were reading to notice where you were going. “Ah!” You grunted, bumping into someone. You looked up to meet a familiar face.

“Oh.. Jisung. Sorry.” You tried to moved past him “(y/n).” He began “Are you..? I mean, how are-“ “Han! Hurry up, before we leave you behind again.” Changbin shouted from the car. You could see he wanted to try making amends but it was too soon. He was just going through what he calls “(y/n) withdrawals”. He mentioned this the last time you broke up which was a short lived separation due to the fact you both didn’t know better.

Inhaling sharply, you moved past him to the team car. He watched you walk away before making his way to his vehicle. “Ma’am, are you okay?” The PA asked from the backseat as you took your place in the front seat. “Mm. Just a little tired. Did you manage to get your hands on that tea?” You switched the subject, as it was too complicated to indulge in. “Ah! Here!” She chimed, passing you a travel mug. “Thank you.” You appreciated before the car pulled out and away.

Everything was going according to plan, watching the boys zoom around the track to peacefully enjoyed the last filmed meal and the final shot at the sea’s edge. “That’s a wrap for today everyone! Thank you for your hard work, please enjoy your day off tomorrow and remember that we’re leaving earlier than expected. Our flight leaves at 6pm. Please don’t be late.” You announced. Taking your leave you decided to find some peace back at the Airbnb by the pool.

You sprawled out onto a poolside bed, watched the trees dance on the dark skyline illuminated by the glow of the stars. The quiet was so calming for the rampant thoughts that had been flooding your mind. “Mm.” You sighed shutting your eyes for a brief moment “Ding-Dong” A familiar voice echoed making your eyes fly open. Sitting up you saw all the boys gathered around your chair “Oh!” You squeaked. “Noona, we’re not bothering you are we?” Felix stepped forward “Hm! No! I was just thinking about what to do next.” You weakly smiled “Great! We’ll we’re going to celebrate you in?” Changbin gleamed. You did your best to hide your distain. “Yeah.. Yeah!” You shook your head “Let’s go!” The boys cheered as you stood up to follow them.

You had no idea what their plan was but the walk to wherever they were taking you was loud and lively. Though outwardly it didn’t seem awkward but you had sex with 3/8 of them and 2 were an absolute secret. You looked to see Chan listening to Changbin’s loud shenanigans annoying Seungmin, Chan holding back laughter, Minho walking along side Han and Hyunjin.

Ugh it was far from over.

Felix and Jeongin walked beside you. Jeongin glancing over to you with a smile multiple times. It made you a little suspicious but you shook it off. You had enough craziness to deal with. “Just a little farther.” Jeongin broke your thoughts “Hm? Oh. Yes.” You replied with a smile “Noona, I think you’ll like our celebration.” Felix added. You nodded your head. Looking ahead, your eyes fixed on Jisung’s silhouette. This can’t be easy on him having to be around you like this, all the more you wanted to be off on your own and also couldn’t wait to get home.

Your thoughts absorbed your mind but was interrupted “Tada!” Your eyes focused to see such a serene scene. A beautiful fire pit surrounded by a round couch, twinkle lights caressed the walls of the roofless gazebo. Snacks were neatly placed on trays and a fresh tea pot full of sweet smelling honey and tangy lemon called your name. A large smile spread across your face.

Jeongin grabbed your shoulders “A little bird mentioned you weren’t feeling well so we though we should treat you a bit. Hopefully, this helps.” You looked at him sighing with relief, his fox like eyes puffing up as he smiled back at you.

Earlier~

“Ah she looks tired, doesn’t she?” “She’s really pushing herself too hard.” Staff members spoke amongst themselves “I think she might be coming down with something, she keeps requesting remedy tea.” The PA chimed in. Jeongin just so happened to be nearby and overheard. “Who are you talking about?” He stepped closer, the staff surprised to see him standing there but replied quickly “Miss(y/n)” The PA answered. Jeongin raised his eyebrows as he turned his attention to you. Watching you as you worked hard behind the camera, reviewing and making pointers. Your hair was messily pulled back in a clip with stray hairs framing your face, you pushed a piece behind your ear, revealing your side profile. Jeongin smiled gazing upon your side profile, you looked beautiful. He inhaled “Don’t worry, we’ll take care of the rest. Keep on eye on her until the wrap later.” Jeongin beamed to staff. They all nodded as they watched him approach the members.

“I have an idea.” He began.

You looked at all of the smiling faces, even Jisung letting a closed mouth smile peek through. You saw Minho hold back a laugh. The real reason why you were “sick” was too funny not to giggle at. Your cheeks blushed pink and you looked away from him immediately. “Come sit.” Seungmin leading the way. You sat in between Seungmin and Jeongin, nestling yourself in a blanket that was folded on the couch.

“We hope this makes you feel better.” Chan smiled. You felt grateful at the kind gesture the boys did for you. Felix pour cups of tea and gave them around to everyone. The conversations were lighthearted and sweet. You found yourself forgetting of all things that stressed you out. As you listened to more conversations unfold you felt something pressing against your leg. You looked down and saw Jeongin pressing his leg against you. It wasn’t uncommon for you to have platonic physical contact with the boys but this felt different.

Jeongin leaned in “Can we share the blanket? I’m a little chilly.” He whispered. You weren’t too surprised at the request as everyone else was also sharing blankets, so you obliged. He smiled bring the blanket over himself. Seungmin noticed and lifted the other side slightly, also asking to share. You pulled more of the blanket over to cover him too. He smiled in appreciation.

“How about some music? We have a guitar here.” Hyunjin suggested. Everyone agreed, watching Chan waltz over to pick it up. The impromptu set started with Chan singing “Best Part”, as his voice slid with ease through the intro with Minho accompanying harmonies. As you listened, Jeongin moved a closer, assuming he was just trying to get comfortable you didn’t expect his hand to slide onto your thigh. You were sitting with your knees up towards your chest and a blanket draping you both, it was perfect. No one would notice. You swallowed hard and slightly shifted in place. He wasn’t trying to move anywhere malicious, his large slender hand was just resting on you.

The songs continued and Jeongin’s hand didn’t move much which put you at ease. He was too sweet and uncorrupt to pull anything naughty in such a place and through such a situation. “My turn.” Jisung said gesturing towards the guitar to which Chan handed it off to him. “Seungmin, Jeongin.” He called making Jeongin’s fingers slightly grab onto you. They both looked at Jisung but his eyes were glued to you. “Let’s do Gone Away.” Your heart fluttered. Because the secret inspiration behind this song was you.

After the first time you and Jisung fought and split for a week, he came to you with this song. You took him back that time with tears filling both your eyes.

“Oh.. Sure” Jeongin replied his hand moving his hand away. You looked at Jisung as the song began. You could see the pain in his expression which only made everything harder for you. How could you have slept with his friends?

“My heart was looking for you, it disappeared. Gone away, gone away, I don’t think I can hold you anymore.”

Your heart sank with every word he sang. You knew this was just his way of grieving but oh.. did it ever break your heart. You two were just too different. You tried to remind yourself of this fact as the song continued. All three men singing their parts in perfect execution.

Han looked at you almost pleadingly once the song was over, your eyes moved to the ground to avoid his radiating gloom. “Woa, that was good!” Hyunjin praised along with everyone else. Jeongin took this opportunity to return to his original position on your thigh. Your sad thoughts disappeared and were replaced with heat running to your cheeks. That was bold. You thought. Jeongin have a slight squeeze and let out a smile. “It’s getting late.” He faked yawned “Yeah.” The others agreed “Let’s head back, yeah?” Chan said standing up.

The walk back started, it was dark but small garden lights illuminated your path. It was dark enough that no one could see you and Jeongin in the back, his hand on your back. You couldn’t stop blushing “You okay?” You could hear him smiling through his question to you “Yes.” You quietly replied. You couldn’t tell what he was thinking. Although he’s always been the baby, he was also a man. It was such a surprise to have him being a man to you.

Finally, arriving back at the house you gratefully thanked the boys for taking care of you. They all gave you a hug but once it was time for Jisung’s you hesitated but still followed through. Pressed against his chest like that brought about a flutter in your stomach. You quickly released. Giving another ‘thank you’ you made your way back to your room.

“God.” You plopped down. Your head was full. Too full. You glared at the ceiling, sighing heavily.

Buzz.

“Huh?” you reached for your phone. A notification illuminated the screen.

Yang Jeongin

iMessage

You rolled over on your stomach and opened it

I hope you managed to relax a bit tonight. I’m glad I got to spend time with you.

You smiled at the message before typing your reply

Thank you again, it was really nice

You stopped typing. Do you tell him it was nice spending time with him too? Do you mention the thigh touching? Your heart sped up a bit.

Thank you again, it was really nice. I’m glad we got to spend time together too.

He started typing and another message appeared.

I wanted to ask… I didn’t make you uncomfortable, right?

You gulped

No. It was nice.

Oh good! You just looked so cute all snuggled in that blanket, I couldn’t help myself.

Your heart thumped. You didn’t know what to say, twiddling your thumbs another message appeared.

Everyone is kind of going off on their own tomorrow for their days off. Are you doing the same?

Yes, I was planning to enjoy some time alone by the sea tomorrow.

Ah. Well I guess I’ll see you at the airport?

Yes!

He began typing for some time. You waited in anticipation. Wait. Why were you excited? You set your phone down and shook your head.

Buzz.

You snatched your phone.

Sit beside me tomorrow. I like having you beside me. Goodnight :)

You opted to just send a smiley face, at a loss for words you set your phone on the charger and settled into bed. Your eyes getting heavy as you turned off the lamp. At least you have the day to yourself tomorrow.

You decided to sleep in and give yourself the extra rest. The boys went their own ways before you woke up. They figured it was best to let you rest as well. You started and spent your day quietly, taking in the beautiful sights of Jeju. Deciding to settle onto a secluded spot on the beach, you thought about the last few days and all that’s happened. It was surreal, you never expected any of Jisung’s friends to be interested in you.

What would Jisung even do if he found out? You can’t lie, making him jealous was a lowkey guilty pleasure of yours. You loved the way he got so possessive over you, how well he would remind you who you truly belong to. Taking a deep breath you let the sound of the rushing waves quiet your mind. You stayed there for a while, just existing.

Your alarm sounded and it was time to make your way to the airport. You arrived on time and was greeted by the boys. Casual conversations of how you spent the day went around as you waited to board. Luckily, this flight rarely got delayed and you started boarding quickly. Flying business class was always a perk from your job, you saw assigned window seat and settled in. Originally, Jisung was actually sitting beside you but Jeongin’s text from last night rang true as he seated himself beside you. “Comfy?” He asked with a sweet smile painting his face “Mm.” You smiled back. “Did you spend the day well?” “Oh, yes. I hung out at the beach. You?” You replied. He leaned back into his chair “Hyunjin Hyung took me to a cafe and we just walked around.” You smiled “Sounds relaxing.” Mimicking his posture, you relaxed back into your chair looking at him.

The plane took off and before long the flight attendants made their ways up and down the aisles. “Can I get you anything?” She politely inquired. Before you could speak, Jeongin interjected “A blanket, please.” Your eyes couldn’t hide your expression. “Yes, sir.” She replied, striding away. You looked at Jeongin wide eyes. “You looked a little chilly.” His hand coming down to your thigh again. You lightly gasped at his boldness. You had minimal coverage from the chairs around you, if someone looked at the right angle they’d be able to see.

“Your blanket.” The attendant returned. He thanked her, not taking his eyes off you. She scurried away to another passenger as he opened the blanket and placed it over you two. Your heart was picking up speed. “You look so cute when you’re snuggled up, Noona.” His hand lightly gripping your thigh. “Jeongin-” You tried “Noona, look at me.” His voice was low, your breathing was almost audible. Slowly, you turned your face towards him, your eyes following at a slower pace. Finally, your eyes met his, his face was painfully close. His lips parted “I won’t do anything you don’t want me to.” His whisper sent a chill down your spine.

That feeling was back. That slutty desperation. You couldn’t help it, all these beautiful men thirsting after you. How could you say no?

Jeongin’s eyes fell down to your lips, he wanted to take you right there but he knew he couldn’t. Instead, his hand moved slowly up your thighs to your heated core. You didn’t want to stop him, you weren’t going to stop him. Your chest was rising and falling intensely. “Do you want this?” He whispered “Jeongin..” He smiled at the state he’s put you in. His fingers reached your crotch, drawing light circles over it, making you shut your eyes. “Noona, do you like me touching you like this?” You could actually hear the smile on his face “Hm?” He tried again. You weakly nodded your head, moving your hips slightly to get more pressure.

You opened your eyes and looked at the seat diagonal to yours, Chan and Minho both subtly leaned forward watching their youngest have his turn. Your cheeks became hot and red and your excitement increased. Why was having an audience turning you on? Never mind that, did they know about this beforehand?

“Noona.” You attention turned back to Jeongin “Do you want more?” His fingers tracing around. You nodded eagerly, thinking about how his long fingers would feel inside you. His smile grew as he unbuttoned your jeans and pulled down the zipper “Tell me… Tell me you want more.” You sighed heavily “Please…” You whimpered “I want more.” His fingered played past the band of your panties before he went under them and discovered your sopping wet pussy. “Noona, you’re so wet.” His middle finger slid over your throbbing clit, making you drop your head to hide your pleasure.

Jeongin pressed his finger further, reaching your entrance, making you inhale sharply. You bucked your hips up, your head rolling to your right to meet his face. “Inside.” You pleaded. Jeongin was about to burst, watching you fall apart, being so needy for him. His pants were becoming uncomfortably tight as his dick grew hard for you. Pushing against your entrance, the only pad of his finger pushed in and out, making you squirm in desperation. “Inside.” You whined again. He chuckled at your neediness, his finger slowly pushed further, entering you. You groaned in response, you loved being filled up. Finger or dick, it didn’t matter.

“Oh, so warm and wet.” He chuckled as he began to pace in and out of you. You grabbed onto his shirt in a weak attempt to contain yourself. “Does it feel good?” You whimpered in response, it felt good. It felt too good. You were getting greedy, you again, needed more. “Jeongin.” You hand fell off his shirt and into his lap. You felt the pulsing bulge in his pants. He sighed heavily “Look at how hard you make me. Noona,” He leaned closer “Do you want it inside?” Your pussy clenched around his finger at the idea, you gave a squeeze to his aching hard on.

Jeongin’s finger sped up “Use your words. Do you want me inside you?” His voice was soft but deep with lust, he loved hearing the helpless desirous pleas. You squirmed against him “I-I wan-t you in-inside” You shook out. A devious smile grew on his face “Follow me, into the bathroom in a minute.” His fingers slid out of you and he stood up, winking at you as he made his way to the lavatory.

Jeongin now out of sight, you noticed Chan and Minho still watching you. Minho stood up and moved towards you. Your heart was pounding in your chest, what was this? Did they go behind your back? “Having fun?” Minho chuckled as he sat beside you. A panicked look came upon your face “I didn’t tell them, they just found out.” He laughed

Minho shut your room door behind him while letting out a sigh, trying to regain his composure from the covetous adventure you both engaged in. His head turned to see a frozen Jeongin and a giggling Chan to his right standing in the hallway. “What are you guys doing here?” Minho walked towards them, stretching his arms over his head. Chan smiled “Found this one with his ear pressed to the wall, giving himself a little special attention.” Jeongin was six different shades of red “I, uh” His eyes glued to the floor in embarrassment. Minho maliciously smiled “Baby Bread is becoming a man.” He laughed “You know, she’s pretty easily persuaded.” Chan began “She’s like a bee with honey, except it’s dick” Jeongin eyes widened as he turned to face Chan “Hyung, you and (y/n)?” Chan grinned. Minho acted surprised as Chan had no idea he recorded you two. Chan looked at Minho with an idea “Jeongin, you think you can be a man?”

“Don’t worry, it’s just the three of us who know what a desperate whore you are.” Minho smirked, his words made you wetter “Go. He’s waiting for you, I’ll deal with you myself later.” He stood up making his way back to his seat. Were you really going to do this? Your mind flashed of Jeongin’s words and his fingers inside of you, your belly burned in lust. You needed more.

“I thought you were going to leave me hanging.” Jeongin said leaning against the tiny sink. You stepped closer and his hand met your waist, he pulled you in gently. His lips nearing yours, you felt almost electric “Tell me again.” He tilted your face up to meet his gaze. His beautiful brown eyes met yours. You looked almost doll-like to him, so cute. “Tell me.” His breath inched closer, you couldn’t stop yourself bringing your lips to meet his. They were soft like flower petals and warm, his taste was heavenly.

His hands explored your body over your clothes as your kiss became more heated. You slipped your hand underneath his hoodie exploring his chiseled body. His skin was warm and soft, you could only imagine how his naked body would feel pressed against yours. “Noona, tell me. You want it? You want to feel me deep inside you?” He pulled his face away, staring deep into your eyes. He wanted to hear you say it. Hear you say how badly you wanted him to the point of almost begging.

“Jeongin.” Your arms wrapped around his neck pulling him back in “I want you.. I want you to fuck me.” His eyes became dark with pleasure and lust, he turned you around pressing his chest against your back. One hand finding your breast and the other between your legs, you moan out at the feeling. “You have to be quiet.” He whispering in your ear making you whimper. “Can you do that for me?” Jeongin’s hand slipped into your pants and past your panties, making contact with desperate pussy. You nodded your head in submission. He suddenly pulled your bottoms down along with his. He ravished the sight of your bare ass. You arched your back, pushing your cheeks against his hard length. It’s so long, you thought. You knew you’d be feeling him in your guts for days.

Jeongin groaned out slapping the tip of his cock on your cheek, leaving small pools of precum. His face was becoming warm with anticipation. “Jeongin… Please..” You could barely hold it, you needed him inside you now. His dick finally found its way in between your hot folds, he thrusted back and forth, playing in your wetness. “Oh Noona, how lewd.” You both could hear the sounds of your wet genitals grinding over the roar of the engines. “Remember what I said. Keep quiet.” With that he slid inside you whilst leaning forward, bring one of his hands to cover your mouth. Was definitely the right call because you moaned everything into him. “You were more obedient with Minho Hyung.” He laughed “Should I be treating you like the little cock whore you truly are?” His words spiked the hairs on your body, every thrust into you hit your cervix, making you dizzy with pleasure.

Drool was dripping from the hand covering your mouth. You felt like heaven to him, he’d never had such a beautiful woman at his disposal. Your ass jiggled with every entry making him want to fuck you faster and hard just to see your pretty ass dance for him. “Noona, you’re going to make me cum.” He whined into your ear. All you could do was moan in agreement. His pulsing cock was driving you insane as it moved against your walls, you were getting close. Your pussy clenched in preparation for the sky high orgasm that was about to hit you. “Don’t worry, I’m going to fill you up. Let it out, Noona.” His words made you shudder in ecstasy, you walls gripped tightly around him “O-Oh!” He whimpered a kind of desperate whimper as he spilled himself inside you. Jeongin’s head fell forward onto your shoulder as his hand dropped from your mouth. Moments passed as you both panted in recovery.

Jeongin reached for a hand towel and wiped your mouth and your pussy from all the wetness before cleaned clothed himself. He pulled your bottoms back up and turned you to face him. Your expression was completely blissful as you looked at him with glazed eyes. He smiled warmly “Okay?” His hand meeting your cheek. “Mm.” You agreed, Jeongin kissed you softly “I’ll head back first.” Kissing your forehead, he turned to the door. “Ah Noona,” He turned back “Thanks~” He winked heading out.

You took a deep breath and looked into the mirror in front of you. Small smudges of mascara built under your eyes, leaning forward to wipe it away. “(y/n), what the hell are you doing?” Your head dropped. This was seriously the last time, if Jisung found out it’d be the end for everyone involved.

You finished freshening up and made your way back to your seat. You scooted past Jeongin and settled into your seat. You looked over and saw Minho and Chan smirking at you, you breathed in deeply trying not to think about the confrontations you’d have with them later. Your thoughts were broken by Jeongin putting the blanket on you. “Sleep, you should rest now.” He lightly tucked the blanket around you “Thanks.” You breathed. You shut your eyes and before you knew it you had dozed off.

The two boys looked back at Jeongin and gave a small thumbs up to which he chuckled. The celebration was short lived as they saw Jisung make his way down. Seeing the exchanged before him “Hm?” He questioned looking at the two older “Nothing.” Chan responded sinking back into his seat. The other two followed his lead, shaking their heads and shrugging their shoulders. Jisung looked past Jeongin to see your napping quietly, he wanted to throw Jeongin out of the seat. Your head suddenly fell to the side and landed on Jeongin’s shoulder. Jisung almost boiled with angst seeing you like that. Jeongin swallowed hard and did his best to show no expression to which he succeeded. Jisung inhaled sharply and continued making his way down the plane aisle to the bathroom.

The same bathroom you joined the Mile High club in.. with yet another one of his closest friends.

[dyslexicpieceofgay]

ROLL CALL!! 🐌

I would like to introduce my snails to the world of tumblr so their legacy will not be lost in the dust of time.

Sock

Sock was the first snail that came into my life! They are the friendliest and most active, constantly climbing over all the other snails and zooming around the tank. I identify them by the darker colour of their shell and the thick section that has no stripes/growth lines! Top artist on Spotify is Poppy.

Henrietta

This is Henrietta! Saved first from the side of a bucket and then our trash can shortly after, Henrietta has had a hard tumultuous life indicated by the large amount of growth lines and tendency to retreat quickly into her shell. They are the largest of my snails and also the hungriest! They love carrots and celery the most Their top artist on Spotify is Grandson.

Duo

Duo, my fastest snail, got their name from the distinct double stripes on their shell. They love exploring their surroundings and are almost actively climbing around their terrarium. (The stripes make them go faster) When they are asleep, it’s typically on the lid of the terrarium or on the walls. Their top artist on Spotify is Yung Gravy!

Marigold

With their distinctive yellow marking, Marigold is the most chill of my snails, often hanging out outside of her shell without moving around much. They’re often found hanging out around the food bowl despite not typically eating much compared to the other snails. Their top artist is Girl in Red!

Catherine the Great

The shyest and least active of my snails. Likely the oldest as well. Typically hangs out inside their shell, only coming out every couple days for a snack before heading back into their shell. Holds rage in their heart and hides to avoid facing the realities of our quickly dying planet and exploitation of the working class. Their favourite artist is Sofia Isella.

Pandora

The chosen one. Hatched before I had the chance to perform snail-bortion, escaping death by a hair. Though the great embrace of death will eventually take us all without mercy, Pandora seeks to make the most of their time here and spends each day training to be the best snail they can possibly be. The child of Marigold, Duo, or Cathrine the Great. Pandora’s favourite artist is Naethan Apollo!

The Home 💖

This is the home of my snails! Typically it also has a humidifier but I’m currently house sitting so we’re doing it manually through my trusty spray bottle!

Snail info 💖🐌

These snails have all come into my possession from work! They hide away on the shipments of our florals and I take them home from there. They cannot be released into the wild as they are not native to my area and would not survive in my climate. Additionally, if they were to survive, they would be considered invasive and have an extremely detrimental impact to the local ecosystem. The best option for them at the moment is captivity.

I make sure they have the best life possible by feeding them fresh produce such as lettuce, carrots, celery, avocado, apples, peppers, etc. They also get calcium supplements through crushed eggshells and cuttlefish bone!

The information on ground snails as pets is fairly minimal so much of what I do is on instinct and based on information known about water snails.

I love my snails so much 💖 send me an ask if you have questions/comments about them and I’d be happy to answer!

[wutheringcaterpillar]

Read Your Diary

Summary: You were Neil’s ultimate desire. He had fantasized about being with you since they day he met you. After following you, knowing your routines, where you live, where you work, who your family is. It all becomes too much when he finds your diary and he can’t resist himself anymore, he had to have you.

Warnings: Stalking, Noncon, choking, gagging, brief mention of physical abuse, brief mention of pregnancy, drugging, kidnapping, stealing, bondage

Heavily inspired by Read Your Diary from Maneskin

Brought you some roses, you didn't take them

So I shed a tear.

Neil didn’t understand.

When you came into the store to ‘visit him’, yesterday you had thrown away the roses he had delivered for you, granted he did send them anonymously but that wasn’t the point. He expected you to know and realize how long it took for him to design the display in which they’d be delivered.

How did you not care that they were from him after he went weeks in asking you random questions that didn’t seem suspicious, one of them being the type of flowers you like. He had included your top five in the variation.

What did he have to do to get you to take interest in him? For you to understand that no one was going to love you like he did. No one understood you or your thoughts like he did.

Now here he sat squatted behind a car, watching intently, waiting for you to stroll out in whatever beautiful outfit you wore today.

It was agonizing for him to only be able to watch your every move from a distance.

When he’d see you bring other guys back to your place his stomach would twist in disgust, his heart rate would increase as anger would take over his entire being.

To Neil, you were destined to be with him and you still didn’t see it after the months of him constantly going out of his way to be nice to you, giving you discounts, giving you money just to treat yourself after he could tell you were stressed from moving.

What did a sweet guy like him have to do to win you over.

He slid the blacked out shades he was wearing off when he realized your bathroom light was on, and the window was filled with steam.

Not being able to resist, he glanced around at his surroundings, and when he deemed the coast clear, he jogged over to the side of your house where no one could see but him. His own special viewing that was only for him.

As you stepped out of the shower his breathing hitched in his throat.

Your body was soaked and dripping with water.

The droplets curved down your delicate nipples and rounded boobs.

What Neil would do for the chance to just lay his head on those clouds of perfection.

Guiding his eyes down, they dilated following your naval to your sweet cherry pie, he could feel his mouth begin to salivate with lust as he watched you gently dry your precious folds.

What he would do to see his manhood rubbing up and down between them, he imagined it would feel like a warm hug.

Not being able to resist, he pulled out his phone from his pocket, aiming the camera and the perfect angle snapping a photo of your desirable body while your face was angled to the ground and youre dampened hair flowing over your shoulder.

The next few he took consisted of zoomed in photos of your well-rounded ass, your perfect tits, and that beautiful, accentuated face that he wanted so badly to kiss or even touch.

Counting the hours, counting the seconds

'Till I can feel your bones

There is a diamond on your pillow

When you're coming home

Neil had stayed hidden behind a bush next to your house as he watched you leave.

Once out of sight, he made his way to the side door that you never locked no matter how many times he had told you it wasn’t safe just to keep your house open to anyone.

Maybe you meant it as an invitation, maybe you wanted him to come into your home, so he happily obliged.

The scent of your tea leaf perfume was overwhelming for Neil, he was very sensitive, and your aura injected into his blood stream in a way he couldn’t explain.

Taking in a strong deep sniff, his eyes rolled to the back of his longing mind.

Being surrounded by all your belongings and the way you set up for him to invade your own personal privacy sent an electric current of desire through his bones. He spoke lowly, and dark to himself.

“My sweet Y/N. You’re going to be the death of me.”

Making his way up the stairs after taking his time inspecting the down. He found your sanctuary where he could picture you laying in your bed, pleasuring yourself, moaning his name.

He felt his cock twitch in his pants imagining the sight of you naked, touching yourself, and begging for him.

He rushed toward your bed, laying in the blankets, squeezing them tightly against his chest.

As he continued to caress the bedding, he felt a bump when his hand shifted toward the end of the bed. The object felt hard, almost like a book.

Curiosity consuming him, he unraveled the blankets to reveal the place where your deepest, darkest secrets lived. Your diary.

He didn’t hesitate to open it and start reading as he layed back down in your ever so comfortable bed, beginning to read the excerpts.

September 3

“Today I finally finished moving and I feel so tired. I stumbled into a video store where there was a cute but slightly awkward owner. Definitely did not seem masculine. I think he was attempting to flirt with me. But it would have never worked out, I can’t see myself being with someone who still acts like a child.”

Neil scoffed is disbelief, he was hurt. The only positive thing you wrote about him was that he was cute, but why not anything else? Why did you keep coming back to the video store then? He needed to know as he flipped to the next page, reading it with intent fulfilled eyes.

September 10

“It’s been three weeks, I’ve made so many new friends, and there was a hot guy named Tony that seemed to take interest in me that I met at a club.”

Neil remembered him, you had the audacity to bring him into the video store, he knew you were trying to make him jealous. From day one he could tell you wanted to play hard to get. He flipped to the next page.

September 17

“The guy at the video store, I think he said his name is Neil. He’s been asking me an awful lot of questions some personal, some not. However he’s been really nice and giving me discounts at the store, and he gives me compliments, a lot of them every time I’m there. It’s overwhelming sometimes and I try to play it off as I don’t mind but he gives off annoying vibes sometimes.”

He flipped to the next page. You didn’t understand yet, but you would. Neil was determined you would understand soon, what it’s like to be loved.

October 1

“I think I discovered that I like to be choked last night, it felt thrilling. Now if only I could find a way to have the courage to tell Tony I want to be degraded in bed, tied up, just used and owned completely. Something about the thought of having no where to go, and tied up at a man’s mercy sends shivers down my spine.”

Neil could feel his bulge start to harden in his pants. He couldn’t get off here in your bed, it’d be too noticeable, but he felt he was bursting at the seams.

Surely you wouldn’t notice if he took your diary with him, and studied it just for one night. It was obvious your mind was pre occupied. Maybe you’d think about him and how you can’t write about him and it would drive you crazy because he took your diary.

He wanted you to overthink about him, for him to be stuck in your head. Maybe this was a good way for it to happen.

Not being able to resist or stop himself, when he was out one day he had been thinking about you and spotted a necklace he couldn’t resist buying.

It was a diamond letter N, that held a small heart dangling off the letter. He pulled it from his pocket and rested it underneath your pillow.

If this didn’t get the point across that he was in love with you he didn’t know what would.

He had gotten off in your bathroom shooting his seed into your toilet before he had exited through your bedroom window.

He had hoped the diary and some other items he borrowed went unnoticed at least for a little while.

He heard your car door pull in the driveway when he was halfway out the window, it sounded like you had been crying. It took everything in him not to stay and comfort you, be there for you but he knew now wasn’t the right time.

If you could just look at him the way he did at you.

You should’ve listened to him that Tony was bad news.

-

You had been exhausted once you finally got home.

Walking into the house, you went to straight to your room, laying on the bed you had missed so much.

Work was ever lasting and Tony had bailed on you. The thought of him talking to another girl had entered your mind as he had been cancelling a lot but your mind went a different way once your fingers curled underneath your pillow.

A necklace that looked unfamiliar to you lay there, could he have brought a girl to your house while you were gone, did he buy you a necklace and mix up the names? The racing thoughts were never ending, it was a beautiful piece of jewelry but not yours.

You were just hoping that the party Neil had invited you too a few weeks ago would boost your mood and take your mind off of things as it was tomorrow night.

Clutching the piece of jewlery to the other side of the room you wept into your pillow until you had fallen asleep.

Alone, I've been waiting

So long, it's true

Dance in your shoes, read your diary to

Get inside of you, you, you

Forever and ever and ever

When Neil arrived home for the night his head was still spinning in euphoria just from the thought of you, and all the things he stole from your room.

He couldn’t stop himself for feeling concern over your well being. Hearing you cry made his heart ache. But Neil had a plan, that would change everything and you’d be happy forever and always.

Your diary endlessly helped him with this plan that would soon be unraveled.

Tossing your belongings on his dresser he took a good look at himself in the mirror.

Glancing at his silky brown hair, running his fingers through the strands before flipping it to the side and pointing at himself in a confident manner.

He caressed his hand down his delicate features until his eyes fell to his pink, plush lips.

Standing in front of the mirror, he slowly removed the bottle of lipstick, feeling every inch of the small container like it was a forsaken treasure.

All the times he’s seen your lips painted in the cherry red bloom making your soft lips look ever so inviting. It was difficult for him to think about anything else but his lips on yours and destroying that pretty little mouth with his dick.

He groaned in frustration, and stared down at the seductive color before bringing it up to his lips, applying it in the way he had imagined you do every day before you come and play hard to get at his store.

He lay on his bed opening your diary reading a few more excerpts before carrying on with his night while holding the dirty laced pink panties he had stolen to his lips just underneath his nose.

October 3

“I pondered into the video store once again. It’s been occupying me from the homesickness I’ve endured since moving. Neil, asked me out today and maybe it was rude but I laughed. Not to be mean but because I took it as a joke I only view him as a friend.” Neil remembered that moment very distinctly, he didn’t take it to heart, he knew you’d come around.

October 7

“I’ve been so aroused as of lately and I’m not sure what it is. I need to be dominated, I want to be dominated and ruined completely. Just imagining drooling, and gagging on a man who could easily break me. I need someone masculine.” His growing member now throbbed, he had to read more. Had to experience more moments with you.

Not being able to contain himself he pulled his rock-hard member out spitting in his palm, he held your underwear in place underneath his hand as he began to rub slowly.

October 11

“My new vibrator came in the mail, I didn’t know an orgasm could feel so good. A man definitely couldn’t make a woman feel that way, at least not in my experience. My folds were soaked, and my back arched, I heard myself moan and it sounded desperate while my legs were spread a part, just waiting for a man to fill my empty void since Tony rarely wanted to. I just wanted to feel completely whole.” His strokes became faster.

He dropped the diary and pulled out his phone.

Cried on your nudes, wearing your perfume

Now I taste like you, you, you

Forever and ever and ever

Clicking the play button on his radio that sat by his bed, the disc began to play. He had burned every song you have talked to him about that you enjoy. He scrolled through the photos section and pressed on the album he labeled with your name, there was absolute divinity in the photos of you, so unaware of how enticing you were and attractive.

His strokes became faster, and faster as he stared at your peach shaped ass curve so sweetly.

How could your skin look so soft and, welcoming for him to take as he pleases.

Those delicate folds made his mouth water as he was imagining having you pressed against the wall, fucking you.

He was imagining you sitting on his lap bouncing up and down on his dick, moaning his name.

As he was coming to his high tears brimmed at his eyelids before they rolled down his heated cheeks.

He wanted you desperately , he loved you and it made him upset that you had been with other men, that they had the luxury to fuck your amazing body senseless.

Shooting his load, he covered your panties in his seed yet he couldn’t stop crying as he was moaning. Disparity and jealousy fulfilled him, and when the chance comes tomorrow night, he was going to use it to his full extent.

Show me the lovin', the lovin', the lovin'

That you'll never give to a man

I'm not a coward, I'm not a hero

But I can be your toy

I'll be the pill that you wanna swallow

When you're looking for the joy

Doing a once over in your mirror, you studied your makeup and dress ensuring that you looked good to your high standards before leaving your house to go to Gumshoe.

You were in a black dress and heels, your hair flowing freely over your shoulder.

When you arrived all of Neil’s friends were there, and you felt like the odd one out when you took into account that you were the only female.

“Y/N! You don’t know how happy I am that you made it!” Neil pulled you into a tight huh, nuzzling his head into your neck, making you uncomfortable.

“Wouldn’t miss this for the world.” You responded awkwardly.

You approached the table to get a drink, as you wanted to drink your endless sorrow away about Tony and just try to have fun.

A couple hours had passed and you could feel yourself needing to break the seal.

“Neil do you mind watching my drink for me I need to use the little girls room.”

“Of course sweetheart. Anything for you.” He winked at you and was in awe at the sight of seeing you a smile he swore that he saw a tint of blush on your cheeks when you walked away.

This was the perfect moment, and he was going to take it no matter how risky it was.

Glancing over the counter to make sure you had gone in the restroom, Neil dropped the pill into your drink, his nerves getting the best of him, he was already feeling the arousal that in just a few hours he’d have you all to himself as destiny wanted.

When you returned you thanked him, and began to talk about how your week has been going as if he didn’t already know while you sipped on your drink.

It had been about fifteen minutes later and you were about to get your second drink.

Dizziness took over your body and Neil saw you stumble from across the room.

He rushed over to your side, acting as if he was worried.

“Y/N, what’s wrong are you alright?” You shook your head back and forth, looking to him with a lost and worried gaze.

Neil informed his friends that he was going to escort you home as you weren’t feeling good.

Passing the guy who gave him the pill on his way out he winked at him non-conspicuously.

Outside it was a cold and windy, he hadn’t seen anyone looking when he helped you into the passenger side of his car.

When he sat you down he watched as you fell into unconsciousness, your head dropping against the seat.

He smiled to himself as his plan had worked.

Alone, I've been waiting

So long, it's true

When you awoke your head was spinning and you felt nauseous. The first thing you saw was Neil sitting beside you with a glass of water and an advil.

He hadn’t wanted to do this to you, to drug you but he was doing whatever he had to to get you to understand that he was the man for you, the only man. After tonight you two shall never part.

“I’ll be back in just a moment, I have a surprise for you.” You nodded, smiling softly.

Neil could be so sweet and you wished the feelings he shared for you were mutual but you just weren’t there yet.

Roaming around his room, there movies of posters, cds scattered across his dresser, it was the complete nerd hideout but surely he had to have some kind of secret in here.

Standing on your feet quietly you made your way over to his dresser. The wooden object was filled with comics, articles of clothing you had seen him wear so many times. Nothing surprising there.

You didn’t find anything in his closet and then you took to looking underneath the bed. There was nothing but empty pop bottles, and a half eaten snickers.

That was when you heard the door open.

“Hey I’m ba-“

In a fast movement you awkwardly stood up and accidentally bumped into his night stand, sending one of the drawers flying open.

What you saw sent a wave of fear and anxiety through out your chest.

There were photos of you, some nude, some not. One of them you noticed was at your brother’s wedding. How, how did he get these?

The underwear you had missing looked as if it was destroyed. By what you didn’t want to know.

Your lipstick and perfume was beside them, both containers had their lids off.

“Y/N don’t-“ He tried to stop you when you reached toward the back of the drawer, clasping your diary in your grip that he head read through a tremendous amount of times. He studied it inside and out.

“Neil, what the fuck! How did you-“ You stopped speaking once you realize in your sacred book he had made notes and comments to each entry.

There was a scrap piece of paper in between the pages filled with your work shifts, the times you went to sleep and woke up.

“I-I need to go.” When you approached the door with your hand on the knob his hand slammed against it. His blue eyes filled with worry and fear that he frightened you.

“I can’t let you do that.” Your fingers began to tremble as you could feel beads of sweat beginning to form on your skin.

Looking up at him, you couldn’t see the Neil you knew anymore.

His eyes spoke with intensity, it felt like you were staring at a stranger and he was going to burn a hole through your head.

Whatever you thought you knew about Neil was no longer true.

How did he demise you, and humiliate you in this way. How could he make you feel so vulnerable and little and seem to lack any empathy for what he’s done.

Your eyes roamed around his room while he couldn’t help but run his hand down the side of your terrified face.

In a quick fight or flight decision you ran to the window, but Neil was quicker.

Hand on the latch, his other free hand gripped the back of your head, making it feel like he was going to pull the hair out of your scalp causing you to scream.

“Ah! Help! Help!” You screamed at the top of your lungs and Neil decided he had no choice in his next move.

He jolted your head back and slammed your skull onto the window sill, knocking you out almost instantly.

“I didn’t want it to have to come to this sweetheart.”

Your thighs were spread a part as your head lay against the carpet.

In Neil eyes you still looked perfect, it was difficult for him to even find the words that could express how he feels about you even more than he already has.

Squatting down he parted your legs.

He took in a deep breath as he caressed your inner thighs ever so slowly. You were warm, and he couldn’t suppress him himself feeling the realm of heat underneath your panties.

Moving the delicate fabric to the side, your folds glistened while he licked his lips, your inviting tight hole glowing to what he felt like was speaking to him, begging for his lips.

Who was he to resist what he’s been longing for, for what felt like an eternity.

His tongue dove in-between your folds, the taste of your sex fulfilling his mouth causing his eyes to close shut.

His hands found their way to your hips and he gripped your softened skin, digging his nails in.

His tongue danced circles around your clit, sucking and giving biting small nibbles onto your sensitive skin.

You were soaking just like he expected, all for him.

Oh, why don't you give a little love now, baby?

A little bit of love

Alone, in the shower

Using my left hand so it feels like you

So please, I'm begging

To feel something new

Your eyes slipped open slowly, but an extreme discomfort ran through your body.

There you lay on his mattress that smelt of his cum, looking at yourself in the mirror he had placed at the end of the bed, hog-tied with rope, his used boxers stuffed in your mouth gagging you so no one could hear your muffled screams.

Hearing you whining he turned off the shower, smirking to himself while his lengthy member was standing up ready for this moment.

Stepping out completely naked, he looked at you, your body tied up exquisitely, the bonds were strong enough that you wouldn’t be able to get out.

Water dripped at the same rate from his brown strands of hair, your eyes gazed down his torso until they landed on his long, girthy dick.

Panic ensued you at his size and the realization of what he was going to do to you.

Smiling sincerely, his fingers tilted your chin up so he could see those big beautiful e/c eyes staring up at him with your tear stained cheeks in the mirror.

You looked pretty when you cried.

“We’re going to have so much fun my dear.”

You tried screaming but nothing came out.

He positioned himself behind you, aligning the plump head of his dick to your, soaking small hole.

“Ready for me already. What a filthy whore.”

He sent a sharp aggressive slap to your ass cheek making you wince in pain you tried to look anywhere but him to convince yourself this wasn’t happening.

You toyed at the bindings to the best of your ability but they wouldn’t budge.

When Neil plunged his length into you unexpectedly and dry, you jolted forward trying to move away.

He was too large and it felt like your inner walls were being torn apart.

He immediately pulled you back by your hips and slammed you all the way down his length.

Your ass making a popping sound once you fell back into his lower torso.

“Fuck, you don’t know how long I’ve waited for this.”

His hardened member stayed inside you while his hand grazed from your naval to your tits, grabbing them roughly and twisting your sensitive, already hardening nipples.

His hair brushed against the side of your temple when he tilted down into the crook of your neck.

His free hand coming gently rubbing your neck before he squeezed it in an intense grip nearly cutting off your airway.

“I know what you wanted now Y/N. Wanted to play hard to get. Thinking I’m not masculine enough. Well how’s this for you.”

He plowed into you again, this time at a vigorous pace as he was forcing you to watch him have complete control over you, fucking you senseless.

He was in awe at the sight of you beginning to drool.

“Look at my fucked out little girl huh? We’re just getting started baby.”

Your screams came out with nothing but muffled cries.

He slid in and out of you, stretching your hole in a way you didn’t think was possible.

Against your will your walls began to clench down on him as the pain began to mix with pleasure.

Your face was covered in smeared mascara, your lipstick now painted around your mouth.

You felt pathetic and shameful when you felt yourself trying to scoot back against him, now feeling his balls clap against you.

“There we go sweetheart, see it’s not so bad.” All you could do was whine in response.

Neil watched himself fuck your enticing pussy, feeling your wet slick begin to coat him, he could tell you were close.

As he drilled into you, he undid the bindings, flipping you over, so you now lay on your back. You couldn't find the strength to fight him off as your bones still felt like jelly while your head was still spinning from the blow.

Pulling the gag out, he demanded you tell him how how amazing he was.

“Neil I-“ You could feel your thighs begin to quiver.

Looking into his eyes you could tell he was enjoying this, you laying there completely at his mercy with nowhere to go.

“Feels so fucking good.”

Your lips spread a part at the fulfilling sensation.

You felt your core gripping onto his length for dear life when you were close.

Neil couldn’t resist reaching for his phone and began to record himself fucking into your beautiful body.

Your cunt looked so perfect wrapped around his dick he thought to himself.

He groped his hand on your tit again, squeezing it roughly as the camera guided up to your face watching you want to scream but it came out as a desperate moan.

“I- I’m close pull- pull out I’m not-“ He covered your lips with his hand.

“Quiet, I’ve been dreaming of this moment.” Before you could attempt to protest anymore his warm seed was spilling into you as his moans filled the room.

Seconds later you felt your back arching, a wave of pleasure rushing through your veins as you crumbled below him.

He fell onto you, and you couldn’t find the energy to fight him off as the pill was still effecting your regular body movements.

Tears began to flood your cheeks, feeling disgusted and ashamed of how your body reacted.

You didn’t want to enjoy it, you didn’t want to give Neil the upper hand.

Now here you lay completely broken apart underneath him with nowhere to go, terrified to move.

“That was amazing baby. You took me so well. You’re such a good girl for me. Did you have fun?” You nodded, quivering below him, your face heated red while your eyebrows etched together in discomfort when you felt him leak out between your thighs.

His face was sweaty and concerned when he saw that you were still crying.

“I only gave you what you asked me to. You’ll be alright love. I’m so happy to know that you’re mine forever now. Aren’t you happy Y/N.” You nodded again still crying.

“I even got rid of Tony for you. He’ll no longer be a problem.”

What did that mean, what did he do to Tony, or what did someone else do to Tony for him.

He leaned down and kissed your lips.

You didn’t kiss back, but it seemed to be that Neil did not care.

He took from you, stole from you. He invaded your privacy, stalking you every day and you felt stupid for not noticing.

Fear resided within you more, if you didn’t stay and play the part of his girlfriend what would he do to you if he already had someone kill Tony.

That’s all Neil wanted was to be noticed, and for you to be his forever, and he stood by his word that he would have you forever.

Now I taste like you, you, you

Forever and ever and ever

In the following weeks, you had moved all your belongings into Neil’s and sold your house.

He insisted on getting married and you wouldn’t have cooperated if it weren’t for the fact he knew where your family lived, who your friends were. He had threatened to hurt them or threaten that they could end up like Tony if you did not stay with him.

You didn’t want anyone else getting hurt because of you.

He now had all access to your finances, if you wanted to go out it would only be with him and him alone, especially now that you were expecting.

Neil was over ecstatic when he found out that his plan and little family was coming together but you were terrified of your future with him.

It had taken you sometime to get used to but when you attempted to leave the morning after the party he had pushed you down the stairs, breaking your ankle.

There was no one there to help you but him.

He wiped all of your social media, you were only allowed access to his phone, and he controlled every aspect of your life so he could stay in it.

He ensured your bills were paid by offlink accounts he had hidden away from you and gave you a job at the video store.

He clothed you, he fed you, he paid the bills, he fed ‘your’ sexual needs.

You were Neil’s most desired treasure, and now that he got you, he had no intention in giving you an opportunity to stray from him, ever again.

[kitty-tea]

The bad girl gets what she deserves

(Part 2)

Read part 1 here

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I’m (probably) so sorry for making a part 2!🥺

Pairing: Cedric Diggory x reader

NSFW 18+ Only! Graphic smut ahead!

Summary: After you congratulate Cedric on winning the Quidditch game, you both sneak into the library alone for a “study session” which leads to questions about if you’re ready for something more

A/N: I know the summary sucks I didn’t know how else to word it without giving the whole plot away.

Word count: 3.5k

Warnings/tags: SUPER cheesy dialogue, graphic smut, fluff, oral sex (f receiving), pet names, semi-public oral sex, rule-breaking, Cedric and reader are of age, teasing, sneaking around, making out, might contain typos

After what happened in the Prefects’ bathroom, you were too hyped for many reasons to be able to go to sleep. The biggest one was that you couldn’t get over the fact that you literally hooked up with Cedric Diggory, the Captain and the Seeker for the Hufflepuff Quidditch team, who also happened to be one of the most popular students in the entire school and someone who would be playing against your house’s Quidditch team in the next match.

You both had gotten dressed quickly and brushed your teeth and hair after getting out of the water. You were too nervous to make conversation with him, and you assumed he was too. Carrying the pile of dirty clothes in your hands, you bid each other goodbye before making your way into the Slytherin common room.

Your friends were waiting to bombard you with questions in your shared dorm.

“Where have you been?”

“You disappeared after dinner!”

“How long were you showering for?”

“What were you doing at the Hufflepuff table at dinner?”

You ignored their questions as you dumped your dirty clothes next to your bed.

“I’m just tired.” You lied. “I just want to go to sleep.”

“Don’t forget it’s Hufflepuff vs. Slytherin tomorrow. Make sure you have enough energy to watch the game!” One of them exclaimed.

Oh, I’ll have more than enough energy. Especially for Cedric. You thought to yourself as you pulled the blanket over your face and smiled.

He was all you ever thought about in your sexual fantasies ever since your mind became capable of conjuring such images. Even more than that, you admired his personality, he was like a breath of fresh air compared to the boys in your house who thought they had a chance with you. A hard-working, humble, and honest person like him was definitely something that you’ve been lacking in your life lately.

You mentally congratulated yourself for finally working up the nerve to make those fantasies come true.

“Yeah, save your voice. You’ll be screaming for our team.” You heard your other friend’s voice through your blanket.

Not like how I was screaming for Cedric earlier. You weren’t going to share that thought with your friends.

Being the opposite sex, you didn’t know how to read Cedric like you did with your friends, so it made sense to you that he didn’t seem to be as open with his feelings as you were. He was a boy, and boys are taught to keep their emotions bottled up which you hated. While it was flattering that he kept commenting about how beautiful you were during your encounter, there was something else you wanted to ask about him that itched at the back of your mind.

As the Hufflepuff players zoomed across the Quidditch field, your eyes searched for a certain set of yellow robes. You didn’t bother cheering with your housemates as Lee Jordan announced the Slytherin team’s entrance.

The game had already commenced when the two Seekers whipped past the other players in search for the Golden Snitch. There were as many people cheering for Malfoy as there were for Cedric. The only difference was which side of the pitch you were on.

Despite the majority of Lee’s commentary focusing on the action between the Chasers and the Keepers, your eyes were drawn to the flurry of yellow and green that constantly flew up, down, and between them. Watching something so fast was like a thrilling little game in your mind for testing your focus.

You couldn’t take your eyes off the two Seekers. Everything else you saw and heard around you became like white noise to you.

A few goals from both teams later, Lee’s commentary returned to the two Seekers when a Bludger came for them thanks to the four Beaters, causing one of them to lose the near-grip they had on the Snitch.

You and the rest of the spectators had to crane your necks to get a view of what Cedric and Malfoy were doing.

What happened was that Crabbe or Goyle, you didn’t care to tell them apart from far away, was aiming the Bludger at Cedric, but hit Malfoy instead, nearly knocking him off his broom. This gave Cedric an opportunity to grab the Snitch. Just like that, he had won the match for Hufflepuff, earning a chorus of loud groans from the people next to you.

While you were looking forward to congratulating Cedric, you were dreading the complaining and bickering you would be hearing from your housemates for the rest of the day.

“You’re too stupid to play on the team, my father will hear about this!” You could already hear Malfoy’s annoying voice yelling inside your head.

It wasn’t hard to find Cedric at the after-match party in the Great Hall. He was surrounded by his teammates and his friends. All the players had gone to get changed into more comfortable clothes while everyone else was still in their uniforms. Your hair bounced behind you as you weaved through the crowd. You rolled your eyes at the bickering coming from the Slytherin team.

“That was a stupid move Goyle, you should’ve let Malfoy handle himself against Diggory then maybe he would’ve had enough time to catch the Snitch!” Came from Adrian Pucey.

“What was I supposed to do?!” Goyle argued back. “I was making myself useful by doing something!”

“Well, now you’re even more useless!” Pucey scoffed.

“Shut up, you lot! Do you want a teacher to hear us?” Terence Higgs shushed them with a finger to his mouth and loudly whispered, “I don’t want Madam Hooch to hear us fighting and suspend us from Quidditch!”

He had a point even if you didn’t care about their stupid infighting. If they did happen to get suspended from Quidditch, you would still have Cedric’s matches to look forward to.

Speaking of whom, you saw a perfect opportunity to get closer to him as his teammates went in and out of conversations with the rest of their house.

With his back to you, you got on your tiptoes and used your fingers to cover his eyes.

“Surprise.” You whispered into his ear, making him turn around and you let go of him.

“Oh, I didn’t see you there.” You thought the memories of last night must have been coming back to him as a blush crept up his cheeks.

“Of course you didn’t. Your back was turned to me.” You quipped, smiling at him. “That was quite a fight you put with Malfoy in the game.”

“I wouldn’t say I fought him, but I know what you mean.”

“I’ve got an idea.” You pulled your bottom lip between your teeth and slid your palm up his chest. “How about we sneak away from here, just the two of us, and catch up on some studying at the library?” You eyed him from his lips to his eyes, hoping he’d catch on.

“S-Studying? Right now?” Oh, so that’s how he wanted to play.

“Come on, Cedric. You know I loved our study session last night. Even though it wasn’t at the library.” You smirked. You adored the flustered look he’d get on his face when you’d act flirty with him whether it’d be in your conversations or you just eye-fucking him from across the room.

“I guess I could use some studying. Where’s Madam Pince?”

“Don’t worry she’s over there talking with Snape.” You pointed across the room.

The whole school was too focused on their conversations with each other to notice you and Cedric sneaking out of the Great Hall. In the event that someone inquired about your absence later, you would tell them you were in the library studying. Only one of those things was true.

Thankfully, no one was lingering outside in the corridors where you and Cedric decided to join hands.

“We better do a quick check around the library to see if anyone else is hiding.” Cedric said once you both stepped into the room.

You nodded before you decided on which sections you would each cover.

Since you couldn’t go into the restricted section to check it for yourselves, you agreed to move somewhere as far away from it as possible without being close to the library entrance.

You were seated with your legs crossed on one of the tables in the upstairs area while Cedric sat on the chair next to you.

He reached his hand out and twirled a strand of your hair around his fingers. He looked at your face as if to say something, but stopped himself.

You didn’t want to push him further, so you filled in the awkward silence. “I forgot to say to you, congratulations.”

“Thank you. Never actually thought someone from another house would congratulate me, let alone a Slytherin.”

His eyes were transfixed to yours as he grabbed you by the waist and pulled you off the table and onto his lap, so that your legs were dangling from his side and your left arm was wrapped around his neck. You couldn’t stop being mesmerized by his eyes which you frequently thought about while pleasuring yourself.

“You are so beautiful.” You’d never get tired of hearing him say that.

You brought your free hand up his hair where you lightly ran your fingernails over his scalp. You felt the heat growing between your thighs at the sight of him closing his eyes at the pleasurable sensation. You could have sworn you heard him muttering something about how good it felt.

You couldn’t resist squirming and squeezing your thighs together at the sound of him begging. Not long after, you felt something poke at your ass, and you knew exactly the effect your movements had on Cedric.

You continued to massage his scalp as you leaned forward and planted a trail of kisses from his neck to his lips.

You saw his big hand wrap around your thigh, his thumb rubbing circles on the inside. The ache between your legs was bordering on unbearable as he squeezed the handful of flesh that was covered by your black tights.

“What have you done to me?” Cedric grunted out hoarsely.

“Didn’t I just give you the most mind-blowing sex last night? And plus it’s what you do to me too. I know that you made me cum harder than I’ve ever made myself. You’re all I ever think about when I touch myself. I can’t ever cum without imagining what it’d be like if it were you instead of my fingers making me feel so good.”

You smirked at seeing Cedric’s reaction when you bluntly admitted to him about your sinful activities. You thought you could never get over how cute he looked with his red cheeks accompanied by his deep breathing and his eyes that nervously darted to anywhere but your own.

“Maybe I should give you a little taste too.” You lifted your skirt higher but not high enough to show your crotch. You caught a feral look in his eyes as his eyes widened. He lifted you up and slammed your ass down on the table but not hard enough to hurt you.

You leaned your head back as you wrapped your legs around him and rubbed yourself against his body, desperate to create friction where it ached the most.

“Fucking hell. Please, Cedric. I want you to eat me out.” You were expecting yourself to sound like a depraved whore.

“Of course, Love.” You could’ve melted at whatever pet name he gave you even if he actually did call you a dirty whore. He gave you a quick peck on the lips. But you wanted more than that, so you pulled him in by his T-shirt, holding him in place along with your thighs wrapped around him, as you let your lips connect deeper and deeper with each other’s. In your state of drunken lust, you couldn’t think of anything else except for your desire to keep tasting his lips. As if acting on instinct, you both started to thrust your hips against each other’s, too entranced by the sounds of the deep breaths being exchanged.

You were so into your make out session that you almost didn’t hear voices entering from below the mezzanine. Apparently, you and Cedric heard them at exactly the same time because you pulled away at once, widening your eyes at each other, as if both of your lips electrocuted each other’s. Cedric gave you room to get down from the desk and you both made sure to not have yourselves be seen.

“Fuck! It’s Pince and Snape!” You whispered, both of your heads peeking out from behind a bookcase.

“I’m sure I can help you find exactly what you’re looking for before your classes tomorrow, Severus.” You heard Madam Pince say.

“Very well, Irma.” Snape said. “You of all people know how imperative it is to have these books for my seventh year students. Which is precisely why I came to you, seeing as how you’re the only one I can trust to help me find the appropriate materials.”

You and Cedric both let out an exhale as you saw the two staff members walking towards one of the bookshelves. You were relieved that the potions section was nowhere near where you were.

“You mentioned Pince hasn’t ever caught you touching yourself in her library, right?” Cedric lowered his voice to the same volume as yours was at.

You nodded.

“I’ve got an idea.” You thought you saw a playful smile on his face as he put a hand on the small of your back and guided you back to the same desk in the corner you were previously at.

You knew what he wanted. He was going to see how quiet you could be without getting caught.

“Do you think you could be a good girl and not get caught?” You were right, after all.

He trailed his hands under your skirt until they caught on the waistband of your underwear and tights.

“I’ve never been caught and I never will be.” You whispered determinedly as you got on your tiptoes and gave his lips a kiss.

“This should be no different. Except I’m here.”

“And they’re here.” You gestured to where you last heard the two other voices. “Isn’t it exciting? Doing something so naughty with the threat of getting caught?”

You grabbed a hold of your shoes and threw them aside before Cedric hooked his fingers under the waistband of your undergarments and slid them down your legs.

“I’ve never done something sneaky like this before.” Cedric chuckled quietly.

Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest that you were afraid it would jump out to where Snape and Pince were downstairs.

As soon as you planted your ass and your hands on the desk, Cedric could see how wet your pussy was when he knelt down.

Without losing eye contact, he took one of your ankles in one hand and planted his lips over and over on every inch of exposed skin on that limb until his head disappeared under your skirt. That’s when you clamped your hand over your mouth to stifle a whimper that threatened to rip through you as you felt his tongue trace the slightest bit along your pussy lips. Not even your wildest sexual fantasies could’ve prepared you for how weak he was making you feel, and he had barely even tasted you.

The second time his tongue was on you, he pushed it between your inner lips and even into your opening before pulling it up and swirling it around your clit. A wave of pleasure ran through your body which made you throw your head back. If you were alone in the library, you would’ve screamed at him, demanding that he’d never stop.

Cedric gathered the fabric of your skirt in his hand, revealing his eyes to you, which he kept on you this whole time. You knew he wanted to watch as you fell apart under his control just as it had been last night.

As if what he was doing to your clit wasn’t enough, he took the little bundle between his lips and sucked on it. Your breath continued to come out in shallow bursts as he held your gaze, making you squirm against his mouth. You were gripping the edge of the table so hard that your knuckles were turning white.

You tried anything you could do to muffle the screams that threatened to escape your body whether it’d be biting your thumb, biting your lip, or holding your breath.

It was obvious he knew how much you loved having your clit touched. It wasn’t long before you were rocking your hips against his mouth, so desperate for your orgasm which was approaching at an alarming rate.

Placing a foot on his shoulder, you maneuvered yourself so that you could open your legs further, giving him better access, enabling him to reach places he hadn’t before.

With each flick of his tongue that spanned from your entrance to your swollen clit, you felt that familiar tightening sensation in your body expand until you couldn’t hold onto it anymore. Your orgasm crashed down on your body, tipping you over the edge, making you shake under his control. You couldn’t help it as your thighs were shaking and squeezing his head on both sides. You knew it wasn’t enough to hurt him, though. Despite using all of the strength from both of your hands to cover your mouth, there was a soft muffle that escaped from you and you hoped that you and Cedric were the only ones that heard it.

Your head fell forward as you finally came down from your orgasm. You took deep breaths to calm yourself down, as Cedric got up from his position on the floor. He reached his fingers towards you, and you felt another shudder going through you as he tucked a strand of your hair behind your ear, his fingertips brushing against your cheek before kissing you on the other side.

The look he gave you was something you’d only dreamed about as a little girl, having someone so handsome look at you as if you were the most beautiful treasure he’d ever laid eyes on. You knew you wanted more intimate moments like this with him beyond just sex, but you weren’t completely sure if he wanted the same.

“Irma, I assure you I am capable of carrying these books on my own. I don’t require your help.” Your thoughts were interrupted as you heard those two pairs of footsteps echo throughout the nearly empty space, along with their voices.

“Your classroom is in the dungeons. I won’t have you risk carrying such a heavy load long distance. There’s too many things that could happen. What if a student trips you? Or you could fall down the stairs. Then the books would be ruined.” Madam Pince sounded like she was on the verge of panicking with the way she was talking about her precious books, and you suppressed a giggle at the mental image of Snape clumsily tripping and falling on his face.

“Very well, then. We will bring these books to my classroom. Then you and I can resume keeping those dunderheads from acting up in the Great Hall.” Snape huffed.

“Boys will be boys.” You could picture Madam Pince rolling her eyes behind her stack of books she was carrying.

You and Cedric let out a breath of relief as the two pairs of footsteps faded out of earshot.

“I thought they’d never leave.” You sighed.

“I’ve been wondering…” Cedric spoke up after a moment of silence. He scratched the back of his neck as his eyes darted from yours to some random bookshelf. You didn’t understand what was stopping him from speaking his mind. You knew you were just as intimidating as he was shy which was only in certain situations. Why was he acting shy all the sudden after you slept with each other?

“I think you’re really beautiful.” You could tell there was more that he wanted to say.

“And I think you’re really handsome.” You threw back playfully, attempting to ease him. You planted your bare feet on the ground and pecked his lips. The conversation was paused as you took the time to get decent, hooking your legs through your panties before doing the same with your tights.

“I mean, it’s okay if all you want to do with me is to sleep together. I’m sure you have plenty of boys telling you how gorgeous you are. I know you can get any guy you want, and I’m not really sure why you chose me.” He was right, you could get any guy you wanted and that guy happened to be Cedric.

“What?” You couldn’t believe that’s all he thought he was good for. “No, Cedric. I really do fancy you. And I want us to do so much more together than just have sex… And I want to go out with you.” You awkwardly pushed that last sentence out as you avoided his eyes and fidgeted with your fingers.

It was as if Cedric was taking your breath away as he put his finger under your chin and tilted it up, making you look into his eyes.

“I want to go out with you too, Darling.” He whispered and instantly brought your lips together.

[delcakoo]

idk if im late but SOFT HOURS ASJHDKJBFEIU I WANT SOME

jungwonie pls! you having online class w him (constantly asking u to make faces in zoom so he can screen shot it or smth)

or just a random school day routine w boyfriend!classmate! jungwon

i hope youre doing well bestie!! take care <33

AWWW THIS IS SO CUTEHDHD OFC!! MIMI BELOVED, I HOPE YOURE DOING AMAZING AS WELL take care n’ drink water dear <3

11:05AM — five minutes into your online class, and jungwon was already being what ms. lee would call ‘a disruption’.

while your other classmates were writing down the notes that your teacher demonstrated on the board, your boyfriend was busy making stupid faces into his camera for the sake of your entertainment.

you quickly tap on your laptop’s mute button before your burst into laughter, watching as jungwon smiles with only his top teeth, wiggling his brows mischievously, uncaring of the chance that any other classmate could take a screenshot of him at any moment.

“next, can someone give me a summary of page fourty one?” your teacher suddenly inquires with a piercing scan of the student’s screens.

you nervously look down in an attempt to look busy, only to hear the buzz of a notification coming right from your phone. you already know who it is, picking up the device with a chuckle.

wonnie 11:07am - i dare u to make a funny face the next time she looks away

you 11:07am - ok ez. just wair

wonnie 11:08am - i’m wairing

ignoring his dumb reply, you wait for the perfect moment where everyone looks back down and your teacher turns to the board to make the strangest face you can muster right into your camera. jungwon immediately tries to stifle his laughter, raising a hand to cover his mouth as he suddenly lifts his phone up. before you can process anything, he’s already snapped a picture of you.

you gasp in horror and betrayal, quickly grabbing your phone again.

you 11:13am - what the hell delete that right now you asswipe

it was too late, and as soon as jungwon reads your angry text, he can’t help but burst into a cackle.

the only problem was, he wasn’t muted.

everyone snaps their heads up in confusion, and the speed in which your teacher paces over to her computer is a new level terrifying.

“mr. yang, would you like to share with the class what exactly is so hilarious about my lesson?” the woman snaps, her wrinkle’s deepening as she frowns.

you snicker in pure evil and amusement, watching as jungwon gulps nervously, straightening his posture in front of his computer. “no miss, i’m-i’m so sorry for interuppting, it was nothing.”

“you better be,” ms. lee continues disapprovingly, “if this happens again, there wil be severe consequences, do you understand?”

“yes miss.”

as soon as she turns back around, you look right at jungwon through your camera, raising a big, mocking ‘L’ to your forehead.

in retaliation, he brings his phone to the screen, showing the ugly picture of you as his new lockscreen.

you aren’t sure who won this battle.

[jelliefishhhh]

hey i think you should. share some ninjago agere hcs. like yk it would be neat!!

Ooooh

I think that most if not all of the Ninja are probably regressors.

I think that Kai, and Zane are probably flip's, regressor leaning

Jay and Nya are flips's caregiver leaning

Cole and Lloyd are mainly caregivers but will regress sometimes

Also I feel like Lloyd would totally hide his regression a lot more post-season 7 because he has to be the team leader now and doesn't feel like he's allowed to regress :( (But he is and the other Ninja help him feel comfortable with himself as much as they can)

Now for more organised ramblings

Kai:

When he regresses, he's very clingy, but at the same time, he doesn't like to be treated as helpless

He's more likely to take charge when little. He'll try to do everything himself. For example, Trying to shove his way past Zane to do the cooking, even if it is something he's completely unskilled at cooking

He uses his powers a lot more mainly because he has very little control over them, meaning with the last example if he is trying to help with cooking, it is very likely for the kitchen to just end up in flames.

He would spend most of his time with Nya because she's most familiar to him, not to say he wouldn't spend time with anyone else.

He can commonly be seen asking Cole for uppies, or piggyback rides

He may look like an endless ball of energy but once he burns out he basically cuddles up and sleeps like a cat

Can be very grumpy

He also gets overwhelmed very easily, even more so than when he's big so loud sounds or bad textures may very quickly lead to a meltdown

Zane can help with that though, his ice somehow always seems to calm him down

Jay:

Jay is constantly off the wall when regressed

Do not give him candy because if you do he will never sit still again

He's still very into his tinkering but to make sure he doesn't hurt himself he's mainly given more of those kids toys to take apart instead

Loves playing with those boxes where you put shapes into the holes

As a caregiver as much as Jay loves to look after other people he very much struggles with it

He finds it easier to caregiver for Zane or Nya (Sometimes) as they are more so at a pace he can manage

But with him zooming around constantly he surprisingly doesn't mesh well with littles who do act like him

He likes alphabet soup, idk why this is just my truth for little Jay

Zane:

Zane will regress more in public than he is comfortable with

You can tell he's regressed because he will become fidgety and more quite than normal

He is perfectly able to do things for himself because he's a robot

But he loves for people to help him doing things it makes him feel so much more loved and little

He loves being picked up and Kai, Nya, and Cole seem to be the only ones capable of doing so (metal is heavy)

He has good control over his powers but that does not mean he does not use it to get up to mischef

Nya:

She is the kind of little who does not have a filter on what she says and it makes for hilarious conversations with her caregivers.

She's very picky with her food like her brother and will be vocal about

If she and Kai are regressed at the same time they will destroy the area

Nya is very good at roping other people into her shenanigans

Child who bites but it's out of affection

But at the same time if someone upsets someone she cares about she will become absolutely silent to that person and you can just feel her glaring across the room even if you did it by accident

And with the upset person she will do her very best to cheer them up

She likes to chew on things and it helps her calm

Cole:

You will barely ever see him regress but when he does he is sooooo eepy

The eepiest guy ever

He will just lie on you and then you will never be able to get up again

Crushed

But he is warm like a hot water bottle

Lloyd:

He likes to hide away when he regresses, and seeing his door locked is an immediate tell.

He loves candy but unlike Jay it won't make him jump of the wall

He likes blankets, not for there intended purpose but he tends to throw them around a lot

[xbl00dy-r0s3x]

Hi lovely, hope you're doing alright!! May I request Hobie x reader who's having a rough time mentally ( I call em bad brain days) and they're having a rough time with school (college finals), crazy bs at the day job (customer service fucking blows lmao), and in their dimension they have a shitty guardian ALONG with dealing with being a spidey. After patrol Hobie swings into his place and finds them having a really bad panic attack (and he's freaking out cuz he's never seen them like this before). They're trembling like crazy, hyperventilating, really warm and crying and it just sets his Spidey sense OFF. He talks them down and comforts them from a distance then when they ok it, he comes closer to provide physical comfort...letting them touch his accessories (he hands them one of his bracelets for sensory purposes to help bring them down), play with his rings, etc. He just cuddles them to his chest, providing words of comfort.

Sorry if this is too specific, I may have gotten a lil carried away lmfao.

Anyway stay freaky, have good vagina, I love ya!!

(honey anon)

A lil mental health awareness story, I like it(I hope I do good man, it’s been a minute since I’ve written) Let’s see how this goesssss(I might’ve went off script a lil, apology in advance if I did)

Bad Brain Day

“These finals are gonna be the death…” you sighed while studying for your math final. You barely got through AP Literature review packet(that was on stuff the teacher regrettably didn’t cover😒😒) and you hoped to god(or whatever you believe in) that you passed your 3 other finals. The past two weeks working at the little cafe a block from your college wasn’t any better.

Some customers were nice enough to realize you were sleep deprived and not ready to deal with bullshit, but apart from them, the rest were hell. It went from getting yelled at constantly, to being tripped by a group of high school girls and spilling hot coffee all over their uniform, to even someone random dude being racist and spitting in your face before throwing his money and his coffee at you.

It didn’t help that most of your friends were all busy, two or three actually checked on you from time to time to make sure you were doing okay mentally(you tend to have bad things happen around finals week) and the one person you tried to talk to about the “debts” that you owed them for raising you was unreachable. You tried texting, calling, hell you even tried zoom calls and e-mails, but to no avail, you wouldn’t be surprised if the motherfucker withdrew a couple hundred dollars(that you didn’t have) as his payment this month(like he usually did).

And the countless times of having to disappear from class and work to go deal with some bad guys in not only your dimension, but Miles and Pavitr’s dimensions as well hadn’t helped the stress that was starting to build up, even Miguel started to worry when you’d show up more sleep deprived then the last time you were there. Eventually he told you to take a break from the spider society so you didn’t get hurt and you were thankful, but it wasn’t like the bad guys in your dimension would ever let you catch a break.

Which leads to today as you were studying for your last final, you started to feel your chest close up and your eyes started to water. “No, not again,” you groaned internally as you went into another panic attack that started with you in your little spinning gamer chair to being on the floor in the corner of your room. You were violently shaking, trying breathing exercises to calm yourself down, but to no avail. As you were starting to calm down from the attack, your anxiety spiked as you heard a knock at your window.

‘F-fuck. Who is it? I-I can’t deal with this and another person right now,’ you thought as the person knocked again. “Y/n? Y’kno is rude to leave company waitin’,” said Hobie as he opened your window and saw you in the corner. ‘Oh shit,’ he thought when he saw your state. Your hair was messy, you were crying, but it didn’t hide the eye bags that you had from the lack of proper sleep, and your clothes made you look more bummy then you thought it did.

“Hey love, you doin’ okay?” he said in a softer tone than before as he sat on the windowsill. You slightly shook your head no. “Y’kno… I’m not the best with words so is it ok if I play my guitar a little?”

You thought he might play some of his punk music he’s been practicing, so you were a little off put by the request, but you slowly nodded yes, wiping tears that wouldn’t let up as you hoped you didn’t make the wrong decision. To your surprise, he strummed his guitar strings softly and it was one of the songs he’s heard you have playing when your really stressed out that helps prevent these attacks from happening as often.

As time went on, you felt more and more relaxed, eventually letting him come sit next to you and gave you one of his bracelets to mess with. After a bit, you ended up between his legs and had started messing with both of his hands, admiring how the rings complimented his skin and his surprisingly nice nails that he’d let you paint from time to time. While you were in your own world of mind fog from the panic attack, his voice brought you comfort as he mumbled some words of comfort that sounded a little jumbled by his accent, but you loved it nonetheless.

You laid back against him while opting to mess with just one of his hands, his other wrapping around your waist and pulling you in closer to him, letting you know you were loved. Soon enough, you both fell asleep, with him leaning his back against the wall and you leaning in to him. Little did he know, he was gonna have a crock in his back for a while, but he’ll think it’s worth it after what he accomplished the night before.

I WAS NOT EXPECTING IT TO END THIS SWEETLY BUT YKNOW WHAT, I LOVE IT AND HOPE YOU DO TO, Much love and light, have a great rest of your day, my lovelies (I did try to capture hobie’s accent/slang and his pronunciation of words, I hope I did well)

[demonprincezeldris]

I feel like baby Tristan and Percival would hate bath time. And actively try to escape and run away. Causing a LONG chase through the castle. Bath time is a CHORE with the brothers and their kids. Since Tristan and Percy have so much energy, they have no problem running for a few hours.

The soapy water spilled on the floor makes for a death trap for the brothers. Gelda and Elizabeth just hear Meliodas screaming at Tristan to come back, before a loud cry of alarm, followed by a crash. They peek around the corner, seeing Meliodas face-down on the ground. "Got away from you again, huh?" "Shut up, Elizabeth."

Gods help the brothers when both of their sons take a bath at the same time. Absolute chaos abound. Trails of soapy water all along the castle floors. Zeldris and Meliodas constantly struggle to keep their balance as they slip and slide all over the ground. Sometimes even losing their balance and falling. All the while Percy or Tristan giggles at the sight, before zooming away again.

It's an amusing sight for the castle staff and their lovers. Finally, when Percy and Tristan's mothers tell them to get back in the tub, they listen. Much to their lovers' immense agitation.

"Why don't you bathe them? They clearly listen to you."

"It's funny watching you both chase after them fruitlessly for hours. Entertainment at its finest."

And the brothers could use their magic to catch their sons, but they'd prefer not to.

[dial-a-dyke]

Do you know about Queering the Map?

Hey y'all! I wanna highlight a queer platform I've been really interested in recently, one that has gained popularity in the last couple months especially. You might recognize this heartbreaking and intimate excerpt from Gaza that's been circulating social media platforms in the last couple months:

I’ve always imagined you and me sitting out in the sun, hand and hand, free at last. We spoke of all the places we would go if we could. Yet you are gone now. If I had known that bombs raining down on us would take you from me, I would have gladly told the world how I adored you more than anything. I’m sorry I was a coward.

The post comes from queeringthemap.com which, according to their Instagram, "is a community-generated counter mapping platform for digitally archiving LGBTQ2IA+ experience in relation to physical space."

Basically, Queering the Map allows you to post your own queer memories from anywhere in the world, completely anonymous. Wanna mark where you and your girlfriend had your first date? Drop a pin. Wanna place yourself in the middle of the ocean as a metaphor for unrequited love? Drop a pin. Wanna reflect on being the only queer person in your town? Drop a pin.

There is no limit to what users can post - or what they can see. Every post that users have ever created is still on the site, serving as make-shift digital archive for queer memories. Posts are public to any user who visits the website, allowing people to browse the digital globe and the queer experiences people have shared.

Founded by Canadian artist Lucas LaRochelle in 2017, Queering the Map has connected countless LGBTQ2IA+ people from around the world. Some like to share their own memories, others find hope in reading others' posts, and some share the posts to other platforms for rhetorical purposes.

Take the excerpt above from Gaza, for example. It first began to circulate the web (to my knowledge) roughly a year ago, and then again in June after it was featured in a NYT article. Then, in October, Instagram, Twitter, Tik Tok, and Tumblr users began sharing the screenshotted post to show solidarity with Palestinians - especially queer Palestinians. The Dyke Project used this excerpt and others from Gaza to display on bus advertising systems. Something about Queering the Map captivated attention in a unique way - something about it made people feel like it was the right place to turn in moments and feelings of tragedy and horror.

Other times, people share posts that simply spoke to them. Illustrator Aude Nasr brought some posts to life, helping us picture the moments people were trying to document. I've posted some of Nasr's art here.

I encourage you all to check out queeringthemap.com at some point, if not to post for yourself but to just see the beautiful, lively, and complicated memories someone, somewhere, wanted you to see. And to my queer siblings everywhere: I am constantly amazed by our desire to connect with each other, to defy borders and time, and to write our stories down.

Quick userguide:

Entering the website, users find themselves in a zoomed in location on the map. The water is blue, but the land is pink with dotted lines indicating borders between states or regions, and straight lines between countries. Using their mouse, one can scroll to zoom in or out. Memories are marked on the pink map by black location tags, which you can click on to view the specific memory a user shared for that location, or simply run your mouse over it for a smaller box to show the text. Zooming out too far, a user might see a black blob, no pink space in sight as so many memories have been posted to a particular region.

Were you familiar with Queering the Map before this post? What about before the last couple of months? What Queering the Map entry speaks to you? What does queer memory making mean to you?

Here's some posts I've been thinking about lately.

It gets better. When I first got here I was so unsure of myself and if I would be accepted. Now, I know I am loved, I am more sure and I have been accepted and embraced unlike ever before. Roll Pride baby!

came out to my daughter here while driving her to school, 6 years later and 6000km away she came out to me .

Came out to my folks. It didn’t go too well.

Was with the cutest guy I’d ever met

I’m from rafah and she’s from deir al balah, she got married later and i left gaza strip, to this day i think of you, to this day i wish to be back to sleep with you in the same bed, i want you to call for my name again, i wish if i can be with you again my heart. بحبك وبالرغم من الي صار دايما في بالي.

Idk how long I will live so I just want this to be my memory here before I die. I am not going to leave my home, come what may. My biggest regret is not kissing this one guy. He died two days back. We had told how much we like each other and I was too shy to kiss last time. He died in the bombing. I think a big part of me died too. And soon I will be dead. To younus, i will kiss you in heaven.

First kiss 16 years ago

One day, this sea will not divide us.

i hope your family knows i will love you until the day i die. i hope we meet in every life, no matter how many times you break my heart. Wo ai ni

故事从这里开始 : ) Un día te olvidaré, no importa que sea tan difícil. Me lo creo.

[valyrfia]

not really unhinged but i am CONVINCED max is queer in some way. by that logic he DEFINITELY has a thing for charles (i mean, who doesn’t?). his interactions with daniel seem far from straight, and the amount of times he’s blushed, fluttered his eyelashes, kicked his feet over charles is growing too large to be anything but a crush. this man does not know how to keep his cool when he’s around the Hottest Man Alive aka charles.

not gonna comment on sexuality but all i will say is that i'm a lesbian and i would have a thing for daniel ricciardo if i were in max's shoes.

i will say that max's body language around charles is super incriminating. same goes for charles's body language around max as well, their feet are constantly pointing towards each other if they're in a group, max stammers and blushes whenever charles is brought up, they constantly seek out physical contact with each other and seek to prolong it (thinking about the infamous charles leclerc water bottle incident), charles winks causing 404 max.exe not found. the list goes on. i need someone to zoom in and check whether their pupils dilate when they look at each other because that would be the most incriminating of all.

[faithfromanewperspective]

remember being in a horrid shitty mood catching the bus back to my parents, thinking, if they just painted a bus lane on the fucking road my journey could take less than 45 minutes and be way more reliable. wondering why it isn't there, the infrastructure, surely i could afford the jail time if i just went out there and built it, they wouldn't tear it down right? footpaths and shit. cause it's still a pretty rural area. instead i'm sitting on the bus destroying my mental health, no wonder i feel better having moved out of the area, when every car that cuts in front of us and all the traffic we can't just zoom past feels like a personal put-down, an insult to my way of life that i've chosen because it's better for all of us, not just me.

and realising, when my head's out of the constant frustration of it having moved out to somewhere walkable, i can see it 'above the trees' if you will that i can whine and bitch about it all i can (and believe me i have) but any change like the one i want, is political. we do this for the city, we as the whole city do it together. of course it would be good, say the 3+ million of us living in greater brisbane, soon to be 4, 5, 6, 7 million in the leadup to 2032 and after, but it's the tragedy of the commons isn't it? my priority, say 3+ million minus one self-supporting adult in this soon-to-be megacity, is getting to work every day and putting food on the table. i've never had that strong of a survival drive, I'd rather do the right thing and invest my choices into something that makes for a better city than be able to work or eat but when it comes to my mental health? sometimes you've gotta learn the hard way, some things you can't change, and it's not worth losing everything over. you can't think if you're exposing yourself constantly to what's fucking up your brain like if i punished myself for the inaction of the city it might make it better.

i'm starting to learn it doesn't. change is political, it's about power, and people are like water (bear with me, i'm a hydrologist) because it takes volume, all going a certain way, to make the biggest impact. have the strongest force. erode grooves in rocks and wash away entire buildings (this is brisbane, we've seen it happen). what we need, is all these people, 3+ million of us and more, coming together around an idea. getting together, council can't do anything to stop a majority, not in australia at least, and the functionality of a city is something we all need. heck, traffic is bad for all of our mental health and i would bet both my kidneys that the impact of it on our lives and relationships is understudied and underreported exponentially. we can solve this, but individual choices alone don't do shit.

so i'll stop beating myself up for not being able to simply will all the traffic lights along my commute to be green, and turn the energy i put into being mad at all of those stupid annoying cars into the things i do best. it turns out i'm really fucking good at drawing up ideas and connecting with people. so i'll stop beating myself up about the fact that the uni degree i did so i'd know about these things and the job i do for Experience and Sustenance meant i haven't had time to do all of these things As Soon As I Thought Of Them (like you always got told to do for your homework assignments). instead i'll think in larger timeframes. 9 years til the olympics. 2 to finish my masters degree. 27 til the rest of the world is carbon negative like tasmania and bhutan. what can i do in each of these timeframes? and how can i prioritise it?

as i coax my brain slowly out of fight or flight, as i put my pencils and watercolours and maps to annotate out on the table in front of me and say 'take your time, but you're allowed to do what you love' i know the places that have marked on my soul stand out to me. south east queensland right out to the bay. western sydney and bringing dignity to our second cbd, parramatta. queenstown tasmania, for some reason. the murray-darling basin as a whole, gundagai and the murrumbidgee at its heart. the red dirt centre of this great land and all the peoples and cultures it holds. i can hold all of their perspectives. i can train my intuition to find out all of their needs. i can put myself into 26 million pairs of shoes and decorate the lands and i can do it respectfully and lovingly like i'm tattooing my own skin because it might as well be. tattoo it with the needs of all of us and all who have gone before. blueprints of functionality, functionality we don't have, and then meet all 26 million souls (okay, i probably only need 2 million if we're starting from brisbane) and say to them, would you dream this dream with me? will you imagine this lifestyle where you're less burdened? can you be a part of simply talking about it, because that's how we're going to make it happen? can you improve it, make it better, make it yours, knowing that when you do it imprints itself on your heart a little more, you feel a part of it? and then we're all part of it. it takes years, but it can happen.

so i guess i've got my life's work cut out for me, and i'm so fucking glad i could figure this out from something that has been frustrating me to no end, because 'you can't change it' doesn't work for me unless you switch it out like a child's toy for something more big and exciting that i can change instead. fuck you, conformity. i found what it can be for me. a dream so big it doesn't matter if i can only do some of it--and who says i have to limit myself to australia?

[asherlockstudy]

In search of a decent nap

It is very interesting that the latest video is coming around the time it’s been discussed that Rhett appears to be constantly on the verge of a panic attack. I wonder what the timing of this video’s filming is. Before or after GME?

“We took a decent nap” is Rhett’s commentary on himself. The well known fact that Link is an instant napper while Rhett struggles to fall asleep is here used conveniently for the allegory. In a way, it’s hardly an allegory. Rhett struggles to fall asleep because he can’t shut his mind easily.

Rhett cannot find rest and peace at work. He wants to but he fails again and again. His problem is big enough that Link agrees to accommodate him as much as possible and help him through it. Link confides in the viewers that the reason he wants Rhett to nap is so that he can nap “even harder”. As they try to make Rhett sleep, Rhett finds issues and obstacles compulsively. The most justifiable one of them is Link’s apparent expectation, who’s zooming in on him waiting when Rhett will finally take the nap. At one point, Rhett confesses that one of the reasons he keeps coming up with problems is that he is ashamed that he is a side / fetal sleeper and not sleeping straight on his back. He admits he fears people’s judgement. Link helps him to handle this too, he tries to cover him and make him look like he is sleeping on his back, but like every other strategy, it fails.

Link also brings him in contact with old men named Charles in hope that with their wisdom they can advise Rhett how to not have worries and nap peacefully. I can’t tell what the old men symbolise, if anything. It would make sense to associate them with Link’s father but I can not work around why it would be Charles indeed. Perhaps it’s not the case or it’s something that happened that we factually do not know at all.

Eventually Rhett has an epiphany; the problem had been that he tried to have entire control over the situation, trying to regulate all the circumstances and parameters and whatever could potentially go wrong. This would not help him ease his mind, he could not let go, feel free to allow sleep overtake him. Link approves of his realisation very gutturally.

They go to their office again, ready to try napping together (Link very excitedly). They lie down in the couches - Link falls asleep instantly as usual. Despite his epiphany and his willingness to try once more, Rhett again does not manage to relax and go to sleep. He realises he is not tired enough to want or to be ready for a nap.

As he’s lying there, he notices Link is drooling. He’s drooling more and more until it looks like it’s water spilling from his mouth. The water floods their office. Rhett is in panic, unable to regulate or stop the water spilling from Link’s mouth.

There is where the continuity becomes a little unclear because then we jump into a scene where Rhett is struggling in the water of their pool in the Creative House. It turns out that it all has been a Mythical set, where Rhett is being filmed fighting with all the tons of water spilled by Link, while Link himself is the very director of this whole project. Rhett protests that the whole thing (which is a mere practice there) is not well planned, not convincing enough and, most importantly, exhausting for him in particular.

Rhett makes an exit, asking for this to be thought over again. Despite being in the Creative House at first, he walks in a hall and gets back into their work office. He is very weary. There, exhausted, with no projects, no other people, theoretically no camera filming him, and also no Link, he is finally able to fall asleep.

…

So, like I said, I think it’s no coincidence this specific video comes so soon after GME. I really wonder whether this was scripted before or after it though.

It is also interesting to note that it is a recurring theme when Rhett fights waters. Here, in the cover of his Human Overboard album and even as Rex in the Lost Causes of Bleak Creek. His connection to the literary character is insinuated in this video in fact, when one of the old men miscalls Rhett as “Rex” and Rhett replies amused that he responds to this name as well. The guitar inexplicably flowing in the waters in the office might be a reference to Human Overboard.