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mai2themai · 20 hours
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-A good warior listens to his woman-
(A/N: hellooo 2nd writing and ive noticed that my writing improved! Please give feedback! This is also my youtuber apology video so yayayaya)
Summary: Neteyam wakes you up, you guys are about to leave but you don’t realize that your heat cycle has started.
(p in v, kissing, fingering, matching press, aftercare, just overall be cautious if u have some sort of problem with this type of writing)
Enjoy!
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“Teyam?” You awoke to his face close to yours, not intimately but protective.
“Shhh, tìyawn. my sa'nu is near—put your cloth on, now. We are to leave in minutes”
you quickly reached for your own chest, realizing your top wasnt on. In a panic you grabbed the closest thing—that being teyams loin cloth. Woah, your mate was naked. Woah, you are the reason. Fuck.
“my tanhì, what are you doing? Give that back”
He said as the handed you your own beaded beuatiful top.
“Teyam, why must we leave? I dont want to travel. I dont feel well.” You looked at him, the faintest blush covering your face
“How do you feel? I can always just follow after them, we can leave in about a week if thats what you need?” He said as he crouched next to you, he put his hand on your forehead and then a worried look crossed his face, “How do you feel? your warm.”
“I feel like im in lava, its hot—no, im really hot.”He placed his hand on your stomach, causing you to flinch, “Ah, teyam! Dont do that, it felt…weird”
You could hear him hiss before he spoke up, “You may be in heat, your warm to the touch and very sensitive.” His words made you aware of how hot you actually were, his hand cooled down your core but it made you flinch as it somewhat shocked you. “Seeing as im your mate, i will do anything to help you.”
“Nete, its fine. Just a short travel, right?” You tried to stand up, as quickly as you got to your feet, even quicker you fell. “Nevermind, so whats ways that you can help me? This is my first mating cycle.” You sat up, the cold air hitting you wrong in every way.
“Well, i can..mate with you, if thats what you want. There is other remedy’s to stop your cycle but they hurt somewhat and are just medicines from the tsahik.” He said, “I would rather mate with you.” You considered his words, the suddenly it didnt feel like an option, you needed him, you needed his body, his touch, everything. Your own body was betraying you cause only a look at him got you so aroused.
“need you, nete.” In a flash, he picked you up, carrying you to a more private spot, all he needed was your word. You whimpered with each of his steps, sending a delicious vibration through your whole body. As you and neteyam reached the secluded area, he placed you down, removing his loin cloth and your own. “Nete, it hurts, i need you!”
“I know, i know you need me, just sit tight.” a few soft kisses landed on your body, kissed turning sloppy and wet. He landed a kiss on your mouth then he pressed your legs up and gently put his two fingers in you, “Do you like that?” He then put his fingers in you at knuckle length slowly pulsing them in and out.
“Y-yes, i like that. Please nete, move faster!” At your command his fingers picked up pace, your sweet moans filling the air. He leaned down to kiss you and he let his freed member touch your clit, you clenched on his fingers, making him hornier than before.
“Could i—nah, im gonna make you cum on my tongue.” He placed your legs over his shoulder and licked you slit, pulling his fingers out of you and pushing his tongue in, you let out a pornographic moan as he destroyed your clit. “You taste so sweet fa’ me? hm? Such a good girl taking my mouth so well. You dont gotta cum in my mouth but be ready for me. This is all just a warm up.”
“Nete! P-please slow down!” At you command, once again, he slowed down. He slowed down enough to have you moaning in displeasure. But to his suprise, you reached down to try and do it yourself, he noticed and pulled your hands away then pushing the head of his cock into your entrance. The moan that ripped from your lips? Pure ecstasy for him.
“Tsìltsan 'eve, your already moaning like that from my tip? I just might fill you up withs some babies, lets see you with a swolen belly, that would be good, hm?” With that, he pushed in farther, filling you with just half. He noticed that you were mewling so he started slower, in…out…in…out, it was torture.
“Nghh, nete! Stop! Pull out!” This came as a shock to him, but he listened. He pulled out and fisted his cock. “klltxeykay, i will show you what i want.” (klltxeykay means lay down) As he laid down, you climbed on top of him. Slowly you pushed im in you. He whimpered. For the first time that you have heard, he whimpered. You could cum to whatever noise he made but this alone had you more wet than you’ve ever been. You grabbed your braid, and he grabbed his, as you rode him he connected them, the pleasure making him cum deep inside afterwords.
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How did you get in this position? Like this, you would be willing to have a million babies if this is what the sex felt like. You were fully aware of every little thing. In this position, your knees were almost at your head, folded like a blanket. Your ankles were barley touching his shoulders, whole body shivers of pleasure making your legs wobble.
“Ne-Nete! gonna cum!”
“Again? I must be making my prrnen feel so good. Cum with me.” After that was pure chaos, your whole body tensed and un tensed, ultimately knocking you out. Neteyam didn’t realize at first and came in your unconscious body, as he did realize, he put your clothing back on along with his and carried you back, it already being nightfall.
Once you came to, you were on a ikran, neteyam flush to your back and your head supported by his arm. You were leaving the forest to find a new home. Neteyam handed you a small flask of water, some fruits too. Since you were airborne, some better after care would have to wait.
You were okay with that.
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riverbutghost · 9 months
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All Alone (Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley xGN!Reader)
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Summary: After an unsuccessful mission and you getting scolded by your lieutenant, you’re left all alone by yourself feeling depressed for the first time.
A/N: This is my first post ever on Tumblr lol I’m excited.
Categories: this is Angst / Hurt Comfort and the ending isn’t sad but isn’t happy either.
Warnings: graphic language, wound, blood, getting shot but nothing fatal, slight sexual themes, also the readers nickname is Scout.
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You were exhausted.
The mission had gone wrong, making all of you to take a step back. And it was probably your fault.
“I’m going after that guy!” You yelled through your comm. Then Ghost’s voice was heard.
“Don’t do something stupid, Scout.”
But you had already done the stupid something.
You didn’t see it. You didn’t see the guy who was holding a gun to you from behind. It was Soap who saw it and informed you but it was too late.
You turned around quickly while pointing your gun, but the guy shot you in the arm. You gasped loudly at the sudden pain. You could’ve shot the man too, but a stupid little mistake was made. You couldn’t shoot him, you couldn’t move your arm. He ran and called for reinforcements.
And boom, the mission failed because of you.
On other circumstances, you wouldn’t mind being yelled at, but you weren’t feeling yourself. You weren’t Scout who would tell everyone to fuck off.
Even before the mission, you weren’t yourself. You didn’t know what was wrong with you, but you weren’t there. You didn’t mind it, but it costed you a whole mission.
You didn’t see your lieutenant after the incident, only seeing his back where he was sitting in the front of the truck. He didn’t say a word and it was painful. You were scared because that happened before too.
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You had done something reckless again, almost getting shot at the head.
But you were lucky.
“You’re so fucking reckless, Scout.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I’m not sorry Ghost.”
“You shouldn’t have done that.” He hissed through clenched teeth.
“But I did, and I take the blame. So fuck off-“
In two steps, he was in front of you. He pushed you against the wall. Your breath hitched.
“When will you shut that stupid mouth of yours?”
Your lips parted involuntarily. Ghost’s eyes flicked down to your lips.
You closed your mouth and swallowed everything down. Every little witty remark.
Your eyes went back and forth between his eyes and his mouth.
He looked at your eyes again and his gaze softened.
You licked your lips. He took a breath.
“Don’t tempt me, Scout.” You gulped again. His voice was hoarse, his chest rumbled. Your skin was suddenly burning.
“I’m not trying to, Ghost.”
Your breaths were shallow, unorganized. You wanted to see his face, see his mind. What was he thinking?
You looked deep in his eyes. Suddenly, you found another emotion, sadness. Then there was guilt maybe. He swallowed whatever he was going to say.
You kept quiet. He was quiet too. You were just staring at each other, not feeling any discomfort even though you weren’t in a comfortable position.
“You could’ve fuckin’ died.” His voice came out as a whisper. His gaze dropped for a second. You shivered.
“Ghost, Price is calling for you!”
A sudden call from Gaz was the interruption you didn’t want.
“Comin’” He called to Gaz, still looking at your eyes. He cleared his throat. He took a step back and turned around, leaving you in the kitchen. Breathlessly, you cleared your throat too.
You felt something down on your abdomen, tensing slightly. You thought it was something sexual.
And that night, you had your first wet dream about your lieutenant.
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Right now, you were sitting on the bed the medic told you to, and waiting for her to start patching your arm up. She had already took the bullet out, which was a really painful experience you might add, and she told you to wait for her to patch you up.
She was washing her hands and talking to you at the same time, not knowing her words were entering one ear and leaving from the other.
Suddenly the door swung open, Ghost came in.
“Get out, Stevens.”
The medic, Stevens, gulped and got out immediately, leaving you alone with him. You were screwed.
No need to be scared, you told yourself. He is my lieutenant, my friend-
“What the fuck was that?”
He snarled, looking at you with disappointment. You swallowed the lump in your throat. Not now, simon. Not after I fucking blowed up a mission by myself.
“Ghost I-“ He cut you off with a growl. You shivered.
“Didn’t know you were that, stupid.”
You licked your lips, trying so hard to come up with something witty. But no, you felt something else coming up.
You didn’t say anything, only looking at the floor. You were hoping for him to leave now, but no. Simon fucking Riley didn’t know when to shut up or speak.
“I can’t fucking believe you. You’re a fuckin’ failure..”
Ouch
You looked up.
He was still wearing his gear. He didn’t even wait to change, because scolding you was more important.
He took a deep breath, averting his eyes from yours.
“Are you done?” You asked with no emotion behind your words. You were exhausted, and your arm was still bleeding. You tightened your hand over it.
“No, I’m not fuckin’ done, Sergeant.”
You gulped when your eyes met. He was waiting, waiting for you to say something, anything that would set him off. He wasn’t looking at you though, you knew it. He was just here to scold you. He wasn’t seeing the bigger picture.
“My arm needs stitching.” He closed his eyes for a second.
“Fuckin’ hell,” He grumbled, the noise would make you feel things in other circumstances.
He looked at you one last time before getting out.
You got up and left the room after waiting for your doctor who didn’t show up.
.
.
.
You were out of the shower, still drying your hair with the towel.
You had stitched your arm by yourself, but it looked terrible as before. At least there was a gauze on your wound. You hoped it wouldn’t open.
You took a deep breath. You were going to bed after a long and hard day. Finally, you thought. You really wanted, no, needed to cry.
You could’ve literally cried after your lieutenants scolding, but you didn’t want to seem even more stupid and childish .
You’re a fucking failure , he’d said.
It was so hard, so hard not to cry and you were proud of yourself in that moment. Because if you cried in front of him, you would’ve showed him a vulnerable side and that was something you didn’t want.
Because you knew he didn’t like you.
You thought about your feelings towards your fucking lieutenant. He was your lieutenant, your superior. It wasn’t ethical, and you knew he wouldn’t look at you like that. It was almost painful to watch him interact with rookies like it’s nothing, but when it came to you he would shut off. He would scold you in a second if you did something wrong.
But you couldn’t forget about the little moment you had together in the kitchen too.
You wanted to take a breath, but you broke down instead.
You let the tears fall freely, not wiping them or anything. You knew you needed this. From the start of the day, you were waiting for that moment. And you finally had it.
And there was a knock on your door.
You sat down on your cold bathroom floor, not even suppressing your whimpers. You put your hands on your face, breaking down bad.
I need this, I need this, I’m worth it, I’m not a failure -
Then your door swung opened. You didn’t get up, you couldn’t. You couldn’t clear your vision. There was a nonstop battle between your eyes and your heart.
“Scout, hey.”
Then you heard him. You cried harder. You knew you were humiliating yourself , but you didn’t care for now.
“Scout, you’re okay-“
You harshly pulled your hands from your face and pushed him hard.
“Fuck you, Ghost. I’m not a-a failure and you know it. I’ll shoe you one day.” You were hiccuping between words and Simon cursed himself.
“Stop crying.”
You stood up, using both of your hands. The movement causing your arm to ache, and you whimpered.
Simon got up, looking stressed and angry at the same time.
“Let me look at your wound.”
“No, just leave me alone.” You answered him while rubbing your hands over your face. You didn’t sound angry for a second and that made him concerned.
“I don’t want you to fuckin’ bleed out and die, sergeant.”
Your face scrunched up, and you felt nauseous.
“Funny, lieutenant. I’m sure you want me to fucking die instead. Don’t need to be nice, we’re all alone.”
He was looking at you so confused. You wanted so hard to yell, to scream. But you were tired.
You closed your eyes and leaned on your bathroom door. You
“Listen to me fucking carefully, Scout.” He spoke harshly. You didn’t open your eyes, not ready yet to hear more scolding from him.
He took a deep breath.
“Please, Scout. “
You nodded your head, still wanting him to leave. He took a step towards you. His voice suddenly softened.
“Open those pretty eyes first, yeah?”
Your breath hitched a little and you mentally cursed yourself. You opened your eyes, finally meeting his’.
“I don’t know how to do…this.” He swallowed.
Simon took a careful step toward you again, and you let him. Your crying had already stopped, but you were looking like ghost now.
“To do what? Be nice to people?” You asked him harshly.
“Yeah, I don’t know how to be nice to people who I care about.”
You were startled by the sudden comment. He continued.
“I don’t know how to open up to people who could just die in an instant. Because If anything happens to them, I would be a real Ghost.”
You pressed your lips tighter now. You were shocked to hear those from him. But he still needed to work on his language.
He lifted his hand and put it just above your cheekbone, wiping under your eye. The sudden touch making your insides scream. you
“I don’t know what to do, to say, Scout.”
He leaned towards you, your breaths mixing with each other’s. You wanted to take off his mask now. Instead, you leaned your forehead in his forehead.
He leaned in, hand still stroking your cheek.
“Let’s figure out what to do, hm? Together .”
Your lieutenant closed his eyes and hummed. His other hand sneaked behind you to rest on your hip.
“I’m scared.” He confessed in a whisper. You licked your lips.
“Me too, Ghost.”
“Simon.” He interrupted you. You couldn’t even be happy that he told you his name.
He pulled back, his hands still resting on you.
“But that doesn’t mean you can talk shit to me, Simon.”
He swallowed the lump, nodding his head. It was hard for him, hard for him to suddenly feel an emotion. It was the worst fucking pain when you almost got shot in the head, but he couldn’t do anything other than yell at you, then fucking it up by almost kissing you. He couldn’t sleep after that night, seeing you on top of him was a sight worth dreaming but he couldn’t risk it.
He couldn’t fall in love with you. But he did. He wasn’t ready, for whatever feeling he had for you.
“I don’t think we should,” He called your real name at the end of the sentence. Your eyes suddenly shot open.
“Why? Simon fucking Riley is suddenly scared of some feelings?” You asked him harshly .
“Yes, he is.”
He was staring right at you, and you were starting to feel sleepy.
“You should probably go now.”
You said while looking anywhere but him. He sighed, looked at you one last time before grabbing the door handle to open the door wider for his massive form.
“I,” He sighed. “You’re not a failure, Scout. You’ll never be a failure.”
He got out of your bathroom, leaving you all alone once again.
“I’m not a failure.” You whispered to yourself, knowing fully the actual meaning behind his words.
He cared. He cared for you.
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I hate this, this was rushed and also my first so please bear with me lol.
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They say, distance and time will make you
Ache for the comfort of a home, of a hand last touched, of eyes last seen.
I know, I can't go back and get more time
Watch him grow bigger, watch him grow stronger, watch as he dreams.
All I know is this
I've traveled through the fray, and through the storm
To get back here to you, I know I've torn
My heart and yours.
I ask that you would forgive me, for every minute I was away.
Every dusk that came,
and I failed to meet you, for every kiss I missed
I can only ask you this,
Close your eyes, but please don't pretend
And say " you could fall in love with me again".
-Mr. Leguens Appthecary Diaries
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laylakingwrites · 4 months
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Hey! I am an author who has just finished writing their first book and I want to know if it’s something people will read, so let me give you guys the low down on here!
♡ High fantasy romance!!!
♡ Follows the perspective of the morally gray male rather than the female.
♡ Gambling raccoon??? (Like come on! Hell yeah!)
♡ LGBTQ and all inclusive!!!!!!
♡ Villain gets the girl?
♡ You don’t know who’s lying until the very end!
Basic Synopsis:
Morally gray guy is tasked by a nobleman he doesn’t like to bring runaway girl back home. However, after meeting this girl he starts to realize that her father has sinister plans for her and she is not who she says she is either. Our morally gray guy also isn’t sure he can turn her in anymore.
Our working title is The Prince of Lies!
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woneuntonzz · 2 months
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what's it like to love ? 𓇢𓆸
anton lee x afab!reader (part 1/5)
• part 2
• part 3
• part 4
• part 5
warnings: cussing!
genre: fluff -`♡´- highschool love
word count: 4.5k words!!
౨ৎ ˖ ࣪⊹ description: student athlete!anton x studious class officer!reader | you swore to yourself, to you friends and even to your parents “I'm not one to easily fall.” and you thought you were that tough, not until him of course.
[note!!: hiii i'd just like to quickly say that this is my first ever post ever and i'm still a bit insecure with my writing, and english is not my first language so bare with me now 🙏 open for any forms of feedback
please do take note that i will take longer to update/respond to anything because of school, thank you!!! ]
Anton's that one guy in your class that's very soft spoken —literally. But he wasn't the total loser type, in fact, the other guys in your class are very drawn to him. You figured, maybe it's because he's a student athlete and guys think he's cool for being so good at what he does, or maybe he does have a very likable personality, but you wouldn't know. You weren't curious enough to get to know him then.
The only conversations and interactions the two of you have had are for academic purposes. He was your groumate for a group report once, you took the liberty of being the group leader that time. He was responsive and he did his parts for the report, the only thing he never did was give feedback or be more open to share his opinions. You thought it was a bit odd, since at that time you have been classmates since freshman year.
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“Hey Y/n, Anton requested to not talk for the report. He said he might not be loud enough.” one of your classmates who was also your groupmate for the report told you just about an hour before reporting.
“Oh, okay, that's fine.” was all you could utter as you glanced over at Anton's seat.
You could've sworn you saw him looking at you before you had set your eyes on him, but you just shrugged it off and got ready for the report.
You, your other groupmate, and Anton were all standing in front of class. Your voice dominated the room and it seemed that all of your classmates were listening or were at least being respectful, everything seemed to be going as planned. And you were relieved that your report was successful and your group was given a decent grade for your report and its contents.
It's the end of the day and you are getting ready to go home. You were gathering your things and tidying up when you saw some of the guys in your class gathered in a clump at the back.
“Y/n carried.” you heard one of the guys say making you playfully roll your eyes with your back facing them. You knew they were teasing Anton.
“Anton did good too.” This time, your other groupmate for the report spoke.
“Yeah, he's pretty good at staring at Y/n—” 
“I did my part, shut up.”
You stood next to your desk, back still facing the boys. Your eyes were wide open. You didn't know where to react at first, what one of the guys just said about staring at you or the fact that Anton's voice was loud enough to make you take a thick breath of the almost-empty classroom air. 
It got quiet for a short while that felt like an hour to you, and they were probably minding your presence, so like a reflex, your feet sped out to your locker. Your mind was suddenly flooded with questions. You felt conflicted to say the least, you didn't even know if you just misheard everything. You started loading your locker with the stuff you had intended to put away when you received a tap on your shoulder. 
You turned your head and felt your face warm up a bit. 
“H-hi Y/n.” 
“Anton.” Anton gulped at the sound of his name being emitted by your voice.
“Umm, I- well. Uh…” he cleared his throat, his eyes shifting around, never meeting yours, not even by chance. You widen your eyes from anticipation, encouraging him to carry on, not that it mattered since he wouldn't even look at your face. “I'mreallysorryforwhatmyfriendsaidokaythanks.”
And like a flash, he was already on his way out of the school building. You found yourself sighing at the situation. But since then, you've never been able to look at Anton without thinking about that very moment.
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It's been months since then. You've been wanting to try and get to at least be on casual convos during class breaks terms with him, but you can't pin-point whether it's you who can't keep up with him, or if it's just him avoiding you entirely.
You tried to catch his attention once by glancing at him nonstop all day during class and breaks, but to your dismay, he was stiff as a statue. You knew that he was aware, it was all too obvious. He wasn't as active as he normally was, he would just stay in his seat and would sometimes rest his head on his desk, using his right arm to hide his face from your sight with his forearm resting at the top of his head. He would only get up from his chair to go to the restroom or to eat lunch at the cafeteria, and when he does get up, he's always facing away from you. 
You left empty-handed at the end of the day, you even missed a day's worth of notes that you deemed necessary. 
“Why did I do that? now I have to revisit textbooks for notes.” your best friend chuckled from the other side of the line while you propped your head on your hand.
“You know it's bad when he's got the Y/n missing her notes and not listening to class.” you gave your best friend a blank stare as he cackled on.
“What do I do Sohee?” you blinked a couple of times before he was able to respond.
“I don't really know. I can't really imagine myself in your shoes right now.” your shoulders drooped down at his wry tone. “What? you were the one who helped me get with Xen.”
“Dude Xen is literally my best friend too. I know her well enough to give you some tips and I've known you since we were kids so helping the two of you out was nothing really.” Sohee gave you a flat smile, shrugging his shoulders.
“Anton is my friend too, we're definitely not as close as you and me but maybe I can tell you some things…” his voice faded into the air towards the end of his sentence and you weren't sure if you caught on everything he just said.
“What is it?” your tone made you sound eager and desperate making Sohee grin. “Stop. Just talk and wipe that smug look off of your stupid face.”
Sohee coughed slightly, clearing his throat. He took a small breath before speaking. “From the stories you've told me about the quote interactions you've had with him, he's being weird a-f.”
You furrowed your brows, leaning a bit more into your phone's screen with so much anticipation.
“Well… not to make you overthink, but, he has something going on.” Sohee gave you the same innocent, flat smile as if he didn't trigger an alarm in your brain.
“What? I don't get it, what does it have to do with me?” you urged to which Sohee kept the same expression just staring at you through his phone screen. “What the fuck Sohee.”
“Girl, calm down.” you rolled your eyes, your back falling onto the backrest of your desk chair as you bored holes into Sohee's soul. “The 'something' is about you.” 
Your face went blank again. Your eyes settled on the floor to your left, lost in thought.
“Girl, are you there?” Sohee was waving his hand in front of his phone until you finally looked back at him.
“Is it a bad kind of 'something'? I could've sworn I've done a decent job staying nice to everyone even though Jihoon and his friend lowkey pissed me off for being such pains in the ass in our group thesis.” Sohee started cackling again.
“I don't know man. I think this is for the two of you to figure out yourselves.” you were about to speak when he slightly jumped from his seat. “Okay Xen is calling me, love you bestie, bye!”
Soon, you were left staring at the void that is the black screen of your phone. 
You found it hard to sleep and for a good hour, you were just staring at the ceiling, trying your best to put yourself to sleep, but whenever you closed your eyes, memories of him avoiding you kept replaying in your head.
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You were dead-set on letting your thoughts rest, determined to ease your mind and figure out what could've possibly caused Anton to ignore your existence. Does he hate you? Is he scared of you? Or is he somehow feeling some other way about you and now he's just trying to run away from it? —even thinking about the latter makes you mentally slap yourself in the face, but who can blame you? The past few months have been confusing and it's been bothering you a lot like an itch in your brain.
Despite the lack of sleep, you were devoted to being an early bird and went to school at your usual time. You got straight into catching up with yesterday's notes. Your desk had a small stack of textbooks and your pens and highlighters scattered, not too far from each other. 
You tried to concentrate but found yourself glancing at Anton's seat frequently, and having to erase, rewrite and white-out the things you were trying to jot down. 
Soon, your eyes were shut, and so were your consciousness. 
You were awakened by a hand placed atop of your head. You were expecting it to be one of your friends, or maybe it was Anton. You hated yourself for even thinking that. You felt the drool down the side of your chin. You frantically wipe it with your hand, your face still hiding from the scene that was awaiting you.
Finally lifting your head up, you see everyone darting their eyes at you. It was such an overwhelming feeling. You look up, feeling the presence standing next to you. It was your English teacher who had placed her hand on your head to gently wake you up. She smiled at you, worry still apparent in her eyes. She glanced over at your notebook that was left with tiny scribbles and unfinished notes, your scattered pens and whatnots, and the forgiving pile of textbooks resting just above your notebook. 
“We're about to start class, but I'll let you continue with that Miss Y/n.” The soothing voice of your teacher allowed you to calm down as she made her way back to the front to greet everyone again.
Everyone, including you, stood up to greet her back. Your 3 hours of sleep caught up to you quicker than you thought. You felt fatigued and it frustrated you. You have gone hours without sleep but had never felt this weak before. As everyone sat down, you felt a pair of eyes on you. You felt stupid for turning your head so quickly to whoever's eyes it was, because it was him. Your eyes met, suddenly your tired eyes softened. It took a good minute before you two eventually broke eye contact. 
Your face felt hot and you found yourself eyes wide open, listening to your teacher discuss the lesson of the day, actively taking notes like you always did. It was all for the means of trying to push away the feeling and image in your head that kept replaying the way he blinked slowly as he looked into your eyes and looked down before turning his head away from you.
What you weren't able to catch was how he scanned through your features, that even with a slightly swollen face as a result of your prolonged nap, you still looked surreal. 
He tried to push his worry at the back of his mind. When he walked in the classroom earlier that day, you were already passed out on your desk. Usually you'd be talking with your friends from the other class just outside the classroom before class starts or you would be sitting on your seat and cramming schoolwork or studying for a test. He grew more and more concerned as the ringing of the school bell inched closer and closer and you were still fast asleep. Your head shifted a bit causing one of your pens to roll off of your desk. Anton was quick to pick it up, quietly placing it on your desk. Everyone else in the classroom seemed to not be minding the both of you, the final exams were approaching, everyone was busy finishing what they had to. Anton found his hand hovering over your hair. He wanted to wake you up, in fact, he needed to. But the bell caught up to him, and the next thing you know, your English teacher was the one who woke you with what he had envisioned. 
Throughout the day, you just sat nicely on your seat, finishing the notes you missed the previous day during breaks and attentively listening to your teachers and taking notes during class.
During lunch time, you still had your eyes glued to your math textbook while writing down notes in your notebook. The classroom started to empty itself, the students heading to the cafeteria to get themselves full.
“Y/n, are you almost done? Have lunch first. You've been there since you got here.” you look up to see Xen and Sohee, hands linked, both giving you a warm smile.
“Go ahead. I'll follow, just have to try and understand this equation.” Xen pats your head lightly with a soft chuckle.
“Okay, we'll wait for you.” Xen says softly before leaving the room with Sohee.
The sound of the soles of your shoes continuously hitting the tiles beneath your feet filled the room as your right leg began shaking out of frustration and the struggle of not being able to comprehend the math problem you were met with. You were never good at math, at least when you entered highschool. You could've sworn you were that math genius in class who always had an answer for everything back in your elementary and middle school days, and yet, here you are now with your eyebrows nearly touching and your lips forming a slight pout because of math. You didn't know what it was, but your eyes landed on Anton's seat drawn to it like a bee to a field of flowers. Maybe it was because you were getting impatient with yourself not being able to figure out this one math problem, but you were not expecting Anton to be sitting there in his seat, facing you. 
He looked away, you could kind of see his body growing tense as he breathed in, eyes shifting around on the floor. 
“Why are you still here?” you ask nonchalantly. 
It took a while to get any kind of response from him, so you just went back to staring at the other problem you were dealing with. 
“I-I can help you with —with that… if you want….” your eyes grew larger after hearing his soft voice above you.
He stood next to you, eyeing what you have been struggling on for quite a while now. 
“I just don't understand.” you blurt out. 
Anton flinched a bit at the clear frustration reflected in your tone. He grabbed a chair nearby and hesitantly sat next to you, keeping a great distance. It wasn't long until he was able to take a grasp of the problem, what took long was for him to muster up the courage to speak up.
When he was finally over his contemplation, you beat him to it. But as soon as the air from your voice hit the corners of his ear, his eyes landed at the back of his hands that were peacefully settled on his lap. What you blurted out next was not in his list of expectations. “Do you hate me?” 
He was stuck frozen in his seat. He was bummed. He knew he messed it up. He wanted to ask why you would even think that, but he was aware of his actions for the past few months, he just didn't realize how badly it affected you. He thought you never cared, but he never knew you were just that good at hiding it. He felt bad, but also didn't want to assume your thoughts or feelings. Sure, he had memorized the features of your face and how your eyes would glisten against the harsh sunlight seeping through the classroom windows, how your brows would furrow every time you heard or witnessed something cringey, how your lips would subconsciously form a pout whenever you were concentrated on something, and your voice, he loved it the most. The first time he heard a melody slip out of your tongue he thought an angel was coming to retrieve him, and your laughter, he can't help but smile so fondly whenever he replayed it in his head. He admired your confidence and ability to connect with others despite stating in your first day introduction that you were the epitome of introverted. But it was all surface level stuff for him, he still didn't quite understand you fully, and he wanted to. He was undeniably love-struck.
Realizing how quiet it had been for a lengthy couple of minutes, you sighed. “I'm sorry for being so sudden with this —It's just, did I do something wrong? Am I just assuming that you've been avoiding me? or were you really avoiding me? Why so?”
Anton watched as you let your frustrations fire out like you were being chased, breathy tone and all. He hated himself for being oblivious of the fact that he had you feeling this uneasy.
“I like you.” he never thought he'd be able to utter these very words to you ever. 
It was dead silent. You turned your head to the side, looking for his eyes and you felt delighted to meet them again. You scanned his features, was he always this beautiful? —you ask yourself. You noticed the shift of color in his cheeks making you chuckle. Anton's eyes widened, his shoulders lifting itself slightly.
“You're not just saying that, right? you mean it?” your mellow and warm tone taunted his ears and he couldn't help but look away and smile.
“I mean it.” he urged softly. 
The two of you mindlessly wandered in each other's eyes, and soon, the gap between the two of you came to a close. His lips felt so warm and velvety. You felt a sweep of hot air hit your lips. Anton pulled away leaving a small distance between the two of you, looking down on your lips, gradually making his way to your eyes that had just fluttered open when his lips parted from yours.
“Y/n? your food's getting co—” Xen's calling ended with a gasp as she stood by the door being met with the sight of Anton just inches away from eating your face.
“What's going… on.” At this point, Anton was facing away from the door, looking down the floor once again with his hand behind his neck while you were left just sitting there with your eyes almost popping out of your head just staring at the couple standing by the door of your classroom eyeing the two of you.
“Um—uh, sorry. I'm just gonna fix my stuff.” The absence of clarity in your tone was evident and you can hear the soft giggles from Xen and Sohee along with some exchanged whispers.
“We're gonna head back. We'll be expecting you there, yeah?” Sohee glanced over at Anton who was now standing up. “You too Ant.”
Xen and Sohee flee from the scene while you struggled with putting away your stuff with your shaky hands, your notebook ended up slipping from your hand which Anton attempted to catch, but failed in the process. A small laugh escaped your mouth, you found this little action of his adorable. He couldn't help but smile sheepishly, mumbling a little apology for his poor attempt of saving your notebook from hitting the ground. 
When the two of you got to the cafeteria, you only had 15 minutes left to finish your food. You sat down next to Xen who was exchanging looks with Sohee.
“Ant, dude sit here, would you?” Anton stopped in his tracks on the way to get food when Sohee held him by his forearm.
Anton's eyes subconsciously found their way into yours again, quickly breaking it after the scene from earlier flashed before his eyes. “Yeah sure.” he murmured quietly, nodding and speeding to go get food to hide his flushed face.
You felt some heat climb up your cheeks. You could still feel the warmth of his lips against yours like a phantom. 
The outcome of the confrontation was not what you expected at all. You wanted to approach things with a go-with-the-flow mindset even with how troubled you were with everything going on. You expected him to just be sorry and shy away from you, but the sudden confession drowned your head with thoughts. Do you like him too? The feeling that guided you to that very situation was the feeling of guilt, confusion and slight despise, but now, you just didn't even know how to function properly without thinking about him. It was all so sudden, but you were thankful that this 'something' he had involving you was not driven by negative feelings.
When Anton sat across from you, you looked up at him. You saw his adam's apple bob up and back down. When you heard Xen clear her throat that's when you realized that you've been staring at Anton for the past five minutes, at his lips to be more specific.
Anton flicked his tongue over his top lip, needless to say, he is far from recovering from what had just occurred in your classroom earlier. He could feel your eyes on him, and deep down he was wondering, does she like me too?
Later that day, you took the liberty of asking Anton for his number, his Line i.d., Kakao, anything. 
Anton stood with his back facing his locker and you in front of him. Despite the ridiculous height difference and the fact that you've been looking up at him the entire time, he treated the situation as if you were some jock and he was this sweet and nerdy girl.
“I brought you here to ask for your contacts, and maybe, we can talk about today —well, about everything.” Anton was a bit shocked since he was the one who confessed, he was the one with the overbearing feelings, yet you still had to be the one to break the walls to reach him.
“Yeah, jus' —here.” He hurriedly gave you his phone.
His ears had been red the entire time, but then his face turned red too seeing your soft eyes look up at him without moving your head. You laughed which made him smile but at the same time, confused. 
“You have face ID on your phone?” you asked casually.
Anton hastily nods his head right after he finally realizes it. You held his phone up to his face, and it opened, but then he snatched his phone away from you the moment the screen lit up.
“Sorry, I just… uh —here.” he hands you back the phone, now with his line account open. 
You quickly sent him a friend request that you accepted as soon as you saw it pop up on his phone. Then you exit the line app. 
Silence…
Anton was staring at you, wide-eyed, and you were staring at his phone, also wide-eyed. His homescreen wallpaper is a photo of you, a photo you did not know the existence of. You went on to check for his phone number like your hand wasn't getting shaky at that point. You give him back his phone once you're done with everything.
“Thank you, Anton.” Anton could've been easily mistaken for a fire hydrant because of how red he became, and hearing you say his name so softly, hearing you talk to him, finally, it felt like he was going to implode right then and there.
You turned around to make your way to the exit, you went two steps forward before you were stopped by Anton's unassuming voice. “I'm sorry about earlier. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry.”
You wanted to turn around and tell him that he has plenty to be sorry for, but given his seemingly true intentions, maybe, just maybe, he would make it up to you without you uttering a single word about it.
“Hey, it's fine. Well, not really —or, yeah. Let's just talk about this later.” you faced him as you spoke, ending your sentence with a weary wave.
He watched you walk out the school building, hands gripping on your backpack's straps. 
The moment Anton got home, he immediately took a shower, changing into comfier clothing. He already had his phone in his hand with his line messages open. He stared at your contact and thought of how he should open a conversation with you. He sat at the edge of his bed, typing and deleting messages over and over again.
You were lying on your bed already during all of this. You watched his typing status appear and disappear, and then reappear again.
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Anton shifted around on his bed and eventually found himself lying on his stomach, his feet touching and raised up in the air refusing contact with his bed.
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You bit your bottom lip, holding back a smile even if it made no sense for you to do so since you were all alone in your room and you doubt that Anton could see you through his phone screen.
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Though Anton appeared to be shameless with his messages, the heat and color of his face says otherwise. 
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Anton watched your typing status appear, and it remained there. He didn't know if it was because of the rapid beating of his heart but you've been typing for a long time, which you were.
You were carefully thinking of what to say next. But then you thought for a moment, shouldn't he be the one to keep talking? He had a lot to explain after all.
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At this point you were flushed as well. You found his endearing quirks in chat to be cute and humorous.
Maybe this is why his friends are so fond of him —you thought as you glanced over your exchanged messages with a smile.
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Anton now laid flat on his back. He quickly turned off his phone, his cheeks remaining the same hue as it was when you two started messaging. He smiled at the thought of you two finally having an actual conversation. Though he never thought it would be about his unforeseen confession, he still felt so lucky, so warm inside that he could finally push forward with his feelings. Anxiousness would soon follow moments after he had closed his eyes. He was sadly still far from feeling redemption. He started nit-picking his own thoughts of the many ways he can make it up to you, and maybe he gets to call you his by the end of it. 
。゚•┈୨♡୧┈• 。゚
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hatterpillar-author · 3 months
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"which character in your book do you relate to the most?" honey they're all literally just different parts of my personality, i have nothing else to go on, i am all of them
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dimedrol-exe · 1 month
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This is my first time posting something on Tumdlr. Finally finished work💨
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Hello!
I am a new author who is working on my first book. I dont have alot of friends irl so id like to share and get feedback on my work.
Some stuff you should know about my story :p
♡ High fantasy with heavy romance elements.
♡ Multiple perspectives including those of an antagonist. 
♡ a fully (i hope) fleshed out magic system 
♡ A trans girl protagonist (because i've been able to find exactly 0 fantasy adventure books with a trans-fem as the love interest let alone the protagonist)
♡ Animal sidekick 
♡ Smut 0_o 
Basic Synopsis:
In a realm divided between those with magic and those without, a long-held grudge ignites. Seeking retribution for past wrongs, a powerful figure leads a magi uprising against non-magi society. Amidst the clash, loyalties are tested, alliances form, and a looming battle threatens to shatter the kingdom's fragile peace.
Ive always dreamed of being an author. I really enjoy fantasy books but most lack proper trans rep. I hope i can be the of the people. 
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dorkymetalhead · 8 months
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So…. I did a thing
I’m writing a book….
And I put it on kickstarter!!!
It’s a sci-fi psychological thriller about what happens when we can’t trust our senses
A comet has hit earth, and everything goes wrong
Please check it out!!!
I'm going to try to post a link but I'm not sure if it will work, if it doesn't it's called The Origin by Truth McNutt.
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stygianpen · 1 year
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World Building 101
World building! How many other hobbies or careers involve creating an entire world all your own? Not many.
There’s nothing quite like setting out to create your fictional world. Drawing maps, deciding which civilizations live where, throwing in crazy kinds of solar systems and vegetation if you’re really going all out… it can be a ton of fun.
However, one of the writer’s most exciting tasks is also one of their most intimidating.
On one hand: you get to build your own world. On the other hand… you have to build your own whole entire WORLD?! Where do you even start??
Well, you can start right here. Today I’m going to walk you through some basic pointers to get your world up and running.
World Building and World Building
Right off the bat, you should be aware that there are two kinds of world building. There’s the large-scale fantasy world building which I will be talking about today, and there is also world building that goes into other story genres.
Every writer is going to do some level of world-building, whether you’re painting a verbal picture of the lake your character goes to to get some peace of mind, pulling a reader into an important event and making them feel like they’re actually attending, or creating a whole new planet for your space pirate to fly to.
The Top 6
When you have a massive task ahead of you it’s always best to start by breaking it down. So, let’s take a look at the top 6 features you’re going to be focusing on when building your world.
WHO
Ask yourself: who lives in your world?Most likely there is a variety of species and races. Or, you could decide on a world where every creature is exactly alike — it is of course, your world.
Do the creatures of your planet have different cultures or are these homogeneous?
It will be easiest to start off with your main characters and work out from there. What is their species and race, and what does their culture look like?
For each species in your world, jot down the following:
Species name
Race names
Physical description
Language
Cultural notes
Special abilities
WHAT
Ask yourself: what social structures exist in your society? Again, start with your main characters and work out from there. For each species within your world, you’re going to need to determine how they manage their society.
What beliefs do they have? Are they religious, or more philosophical? Is there a divide between the two? What do their political structures look like? How strict are their laws?
You’ll want to consider trade and economy as well. Do they have a money system? A barter system?
You may not need to go too in depth with every single species in your world, but you’ll want a basic note or two about each in case it comes up in your writing.
For each species in your world, decide at least one point about each of the following:
Religion
Philosophies
Politics and laws
Economy
WHERE
Ask yourself: where does your species exist?Finally, we get to the physical world of your world building. What is the geography like? The biomes? Is your world bountiful with resources or is it a dying planet with species’ in desperate search of new sustenance?
For some writers, they will take years fleshing out the ‘where’ of their world, including the cosmos surrounding it. For others, a map with the basic locations of the story will suffice. It is up to you how in-depth you would like to go.
At the very least, you should outline one or two notes about each of the following:
Solar system (does your world exist near ours or is it completely fabricated?)
Geography (this one can be split per species — forest elves live in the woods, nymphs live near the sea, etc.)
Biomes (split by species region)
Resources (split by species region)
WHEN
Ask yourself: when do the events of your story occur?The story you are telling may be the main focus of your book, but what happened to lead up to it? What has your main character’s species and world been through that is causing the story to occur? Even if the events of the world do not impact your story much, they will have had at least some level of ripple effect that reflects on your characters’ day-to-day. Was this civilization a warring one and the story takes place in a broken society? Or, has their society reached its peak of enterprise?
For each region in your world, establish the following:
Founding events
Defining events
Recent events
(if relevant) Future events
WHY
Ask yourself: why do the species in your world behave as they do?The why of your story will tie in with many of the previous points you’ve outlined, but it gets more to the point in a way that can directly apply to your story and characters. Why are things happening as they are today? What evolution did this society go through? Do they share common goals now or are your characters going against the grain of their people? What conflicts exist in this world, and is your main character involved in those conflicts or attempting to avoid involvement?
A few pertinent notes to take per species would be:
Social evolution
Societal goals
Societal conflicts
HOW
Ask yourself: how do the species in your world solve problems? In the category of ‘who’, you will have outlined your main characters’ abilities. These could be magical or technological or maybe they are super strong, or super smart. Now, you can get deeper into the magical or technological systems of your world. Start with your main characters and work outwards. Is everyone magical here? Do different species and races have different abilities? Is there a human or human-related race, and at what point are they at with their technology?
Figure out the following (for each species and race if applicable):
Magic abilities
Technological advancements
Scientific knowledge
Militaristic power
The World is yours: Command it
An author with a strong command of the world they are writing within will have at their fingertips an endless landscape of possibility. Look to authors such as J.R.R. Tokien or George R.R. Martin — it’s no wonder their works are so successful. They perfectly encapsulate what fantasy readers are looking for in a novel: escapism. The worlds don’t need to be pretty, they need to be fully formed; realistic in their mysticism.
World-building can seem like a lot of work, and it is. But do it bit by bit, and try to keep it fun. Don’t sit down in one day expecting to create your whole world. It’ll take time. But that time spent will be well worth it in the end!
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MY ORIGINAL FANTASY NOVEL JUST CAME OUT!
(Graphic design is my passion, amirite?)
A FANTASY NOVEL ABOUT DEATH, DECAY, AND LITTLE WITCHES!
Alma Evergreen lives a quiet life as a carnifex: a death-worshiping, magic-weaving, fancy-speaking little witch. When Prince Benjamin is found dead under mysterious circumstances, Alma is tasked with reaching the castle and solving the new mystery that’s befallen the great kingdom of Moonsong. Joining her is Violet, one of the prince’s faithful fixers, on a quest of her own to ensure Alma reaches the castle swiftly and safely—but can she be trusted? And for that matter, can Alma? THE SMALLEST SAPLING is a feel-good "witchy" fantasy story that is full of humor and heart, and it stands as a testament to the adage that sometimes, the journey can be just as fulfilling as the destination.
I'm so excited to share this with everyone, and I hope you all have as much fun reading this as I did writing it!
I can't wait to create more stories for all of you 💚
You can find the story in multiple formats here!
https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CP3XVKZW
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fuckyeahastrophysics · 8 months
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Available now on Kindle Vella!
The first 3 episodes are free. Please follow the story if you're interested! A bit more details below.
There's crude humor, heavy fucking language, violence, drama, romance, and tons of neat scifi stuff... Shit, what more could you want? *pats self on back*
There's a mysterious and hauntingly beautiful trans space witch, a hot and brooding "Emo Greek God" scientist, a cryptic and reclusive ancient alien race billions of years more advanced than everyone else, an ethereal being that lives outside of time and space, realistic autistic characters, and lots of talk about mental health.
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Written by me an Autistic/ADHD human. Cheers if you remember this post from just over a year ago. I haven't stopped writing! This is a series that will eventually be a book (like it was supposed to be) but I find posting in this more digestible format pleasing. It pleases me. Yes, quite, indeed.
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seungmin-mongmong · 3 months
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A Stupid Bet
pairing: seungmin x fem.reader
warnings: degrading, unprotected sex, names (whore, slut, brat), slight cussing, edging, fingering, oral (f. receiving), hair pulling
Seungmin always liked to make challenges and bets with you. Mostly because he always won, but he just loved seeing you struggle to keep the bet.
This time, the rules for the bet were; no touching yourself, and no sex. It was weird, since you and Seungmin liked to watch movies toghether, cuddle, and end up in the bedroom. But now, watching movies were so boring. It has been 5 days, and its almost the weekend, and you’re doing fine. Atleast until today. The problem is, you cant stop thinking about his cock. Especially when Seungmin decides to tease you with wandering around with only his boxers on in the morning.
“Good morning, jagiya” he says. You cant help but stare at his toned body, and just imagining him over you. “Hello? Y/n?” he says again. You snap back, seeing that he has sat down opposite you. “A-ah, good morning” you reply abruptly. “Were you distracted? Hah, do you like what you see?” he says. You cant focus on anything he says. All you can think about is him fucking you. But you can’t. If you do, you’ll lose the bet.
You didnt hear what he said but hum in reply. “Anyway, aren’t you supposed to be at work?” he asks you. Shit. You look at the time on your phone. Oh your boss is going to kill you. “My god, i have to go, love you!” you shout as you run out the door.
You’re almost ready to drive home from your work place when you get a notification from Seungmin. He rarely texted you while you were at work. You open your messages and see a picture. A mirror picture of Seungmin, with wet hair, and a towel wrapped around his waist. The towel wrapped so low on his waist, you could see his v-line, and his damp skin, and the fog on the mirror. His slim hands holding the phone. Seungmin was driving you insane now. All this was just to tease you even more.
You couldnt take it anymore. You needed Seungmin so urgently. This was complete torture, watching your boyfriend, half naked, in towels, whatever was making you want him. Your cunt was getting wet, and you knew you couldnt ask him to just fuck you. The car started, and you drove off immediately. He was making you horny on purpose. He wanted you to lose, and it was starting to work too. The urge to touch yourself was getting too strong. It was as if Seungmin controlled your thoughts.
You parked outside your house, and quickly opened the door. You see Seungmin, lying on the couch in shorts and a black oversized t-shirt. Even just seeing him like that made you go mad. “Hey jagi” he said. “Did you like the picture?” It was almost as if your cunt was dripping now. You went upstairs, to your bedroom and laid down on the bed. There was nothing else in your thoughts, than Seungmin fucking you dumb.
You got your pants off, and your hand automatically went down underneath your panties to your clit. Seungmin was definitely winning this bet. You just couldn’t resist yourself. Rubbing slowly in circles as you think of him. If only it were his slim, long fingers inside you, pleasuring you, but no. You dip two fingers in, moaning. Then, you forgot, the door is open and Seungmin is right underneath you. Did he hear it? You cover your mouth with the other hand as you go faster, sliding in and out, whimpering in your hand. You couldn’t go and close the door now, and you were sure Seungmin heard you moan, but still continued, going even deeper and faster. You felt a pleasure, but it wasnt the same. It wasnt as good as Seungmins cock inside you, hitting your spot. You whined in desperation, wanting him so bad, going even faster.
Then you heard steps. They were coming from the stairs, and you slowed down the pace, letting out a small whimper. It was over, Seungmin had seen you now.
“You really enjoyed that picture huh? Getting all worked up over me in a towel? What a whore.” he said. You felt too embarrassed to answer, slowly pulling your fingers out. He had bet 1,000$ on this challenge. You look at him, feeling ashamed. He takes a step closer, and almost whispers, “Looks like i’ve won this challenge. Again.” He chuckles to himself, and looks at you with dark eyes. You cant even answer him, from embarrassment. All you do is stare at him, and his cock. “Looks like you need punishment. Especially whores like you that cant follow rules.” he says cold.
“Get on your knees.” he demands. You follow his orders, although he has never been this strict. He was way more controlling now, but you kind of liked it, seeing him take control of you.
He slipped his shorts and boxers down to his ankles. You could see his hardened cock, flushed. Seeing that cock right in front of you makes you so needy. “Come on, make me cum.” he says. You would take his cock anywhere, any time, no matter what.
You start licking his tip, tasting him. Your panties are almost soaked at this point. His long cock twitches as you kiss his tip, and starts sucking. He groans while you suck, grabbing your hair. “Ngh, come on, do it properly.” he says, pushing his cock into your mouth. He goes deep in your throat, almost making you choke, but the pleasure is too good to stop. You only want more of him, sucking and licking him, as his hips buck up. He groans and pulls your hair, while you sit there on your knees, spit hanging on your chin. Its almost like you’re his toy, being used just to make him cum. He pulls your hair harder making you choke on his dick, while his orgasm approaches. He whimpers and breathes heavily. “Im gonna fvcking cum in your mouth, and you’ll swallow every single drop like the slut you are. Got that?” he says.
He thrusts into your mouth one more time, and his load fill your mouth. Theres just something so good about the taste of Seungmins cum. You swallow it all and open your mouth just to show him you can be a good girl. It makes you so horny, thinking of being his slut. Something about him being like this makes you feel helpless and desperate, but you love it.
“Of course you swallowed it all like the whore you are. You just love being used by me, dont you.” he snaps. “Now stand up. Im not finished with you yet.” he says with a smirk. You stand up, without hesitation and look him in his dark eyes, waiting for your next order. “You’re just a little brat, my little fuck-toy.” he says. You can only stand there, staring at him and his dick. “Aren’t you?” he asks. “Y-yes Min.” you respond. Within a second, he pushes you down onto the bed. Seungmin drags your wet panties off, seeing your soaked pussy. “You’re such a whore.” he mutters.
He brings your knees up, missionary, and slowly enters you. “Fuck, you’re such a slut for me, aren’t you.” he breathes out. Finally, his cock in you, feeling so good. The feeling you longed after. He thrusts deeply into you while grunting. His cock sliding in and out was just the best feeling. It was as if Seungmins dick was made for you, fitting right in your hole. He starts going faster, making you moan his name. You could already feel him hitting your spot. The pleasure builds for the both of you, moaning, and whimpering. His movements quickens, and becomes sloppier. He thrusts into your spot again, almost making you cum. “Fuck, Min, im gonna cum.” you groan. He smiles at you as he pulls out, edging you. “Please, just let me cum Min, please.” you whimper. “I cant just let you get what you want. You broke the rules, you get punished.” he says, leaving your body squirming in desperation.
“Min, please, i need you inside me.” you cry. You reach your hand down to finish off yourself, but Seungmins hand grabs your wrist. “Behave you little slut.” he snaps. “You’re that desperate huh?” he smirks. You can only look at him with pleading eyes, whimpering. “Get up, I’m tired of doing all the work. Now it’s your turn.” he commands as he lies down on his back. You immediately know what to do, and climb on top of him. Putting his dick in, you whine. You bounce up and down in his cock, going deep. The feeling was too good, making you moan his name. “Such a brat” he says. Your eyes roll back in pleasure. Seungmin moans, and bucks his hips up, thrusting into that spot. One more time, and you’ll cum. “Fuck, im close.” you whine. You ride him faster, grinding on his cock. He breathes shakily, thrusting one more time, as your orgasm crashes onto you. Seungmin cums in you, moaning, while you form a ring of cum around his cock.
As you get off him, you feel his cum seep out of your hole. That warm feeling, trickling down your inner thigh. “My little slut, taking my cock so good.” he says. You lie down beside him, meeting his eyes. His gaze was softer now. “I love you.” you whisper, giving him a kiss. He looks at you, smiling. “You’re such a good slut for me.” he responds. “I love you too.”
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lowslore · 5 months
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ANNOUNCEMENT
Okay so I know I haven't been active in about a Century. Unfortunately, life do be life.
However
I have an EXTREMELY exciting announcement.
I AM OFFICIALLY BEING PUBLISHED
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Creative Reading and Writing in Autism, First Edition, a book I've co-authored with my University mentor about the projects we've both run recently with fellow autistic folks, exploring and expressing through shared reading, creative writing and performance, releases in February next year. With contributions from my Fantabulous participants and all sorts of wonderful creative contributions, we aim to show how important creativity is to neurodivergent folks, and challenge the perception of us all as logical robots.
We ONLY get money from the proceeds on this; there is no advance because it's a very small publishers and it's a research book, so if you Can grab yourself a copy, it would be appreciated SO much. You can pre-order right now! (Amazon I know but it's the only link I have rn)
I totally understand that in today's economy, that's not always a viable option -- but don't worry, you can still support me! The best way to do that is to SHARE THIS POST!
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clinko · 14 days
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Advertising is a nightmare and I have no idea what I’m doing so I’m just gonna rant about the book that I’m writing
It’s got cool monsters in it. A not so secret society. Academic modern setting but with the Oxford gothic vibes ifykyk. Uhhh Ill-fated yin and yang lovers(not the main characters dw). Duo POV from our two main Characters, the student and teacher. Vigilantism— magical realism. Found family of course.
It’s called When Red Meets Blue and it should be getting published in August :) follow me for more updates. I’m sure it’ll be a fun time getting there
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lizardlink · 6 months
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New Book!
My human. Wrote a book. About me! (Well, Bearded Dragons in general, but I'm the main character!) She put a lot of work into it over the past three years, so if you're interested in Beardies, please consider checking out 'A Link Between Us: Life With A Bearded Dragon,' available now!
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(Full summary and extra Link pictures from over the years below the cut.)
Summary:
With a reputation as being sweet, mild-natured lizards, Bearded Dragons are a widespread exotic pet. However, the reality of living with and caring for one of these reptiles doesn't always match up with the ideal sold by pet stores. In 'A Link Between Us,' the author brings readers into the world of Beardie careship through a combination of scientific research and personal stories about her dragon, Link.
After all, all stories need a main character, and Link is the perfect Beardie for the job.
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