#on and off

[sometimessmagical]

sweetheart

[forever-and-whats-left]

Really really hard for me to post this. First time I’ve ever made something FOR someone that may see. Especially from something i adore so much. It’s almost become a trope to say “it’s good” but lord it’s good. Read it idk.

[im-thirst-trapped]

For the night is dark and full of terrors ~

Stay safe with me and feel my warmth 💜

Tell me how much you want this dream to last forever ~

Stay with me and hear my heart 💜

(or just enjoy a grainy pic of my tits ~)

[st4rking]

Marvel's First Family in honor of the FF trailer (or so I will say if asked what prompted this)

[melekhsn]

on&off

when your situationship with eren hits another off phase, a chaotic night out leads to a desperate call. jealousy, unspoken feelings, and tension unravel in the quiet hours of the night.

wc: 1071

cw: alcohol consumption, toxic relationship dynamics, angst and jealousy

the clock read 2:37 am, and the apartment was silent. next to eren lay a woman whose name he hadn’t even bothered to remember. her perfume was heavy and sweet, lingering in the air—a reminder of her clear intentions tonight. but he hadn’t reciprocated. even in his sleep, he had turned his back to her, keeping as much distance as possible without falling off the bed. he was here, physically, but his mind was elsewhere. with someone else.

the shrill ring of his phone shattered the silence, making him flinch. his hand fumbled for the device, and when he saw the name on the screen, his breath hitched: y/n.

his heart rate spiked, and without a second thought, he picked up. “y/n?” his voice was hoarse, still heavy with sleep.

“eren?” her voice was muffled, drowned by loud music and the chaotic background noise of people laughing and shouting. he could hear her breathing, as if she was trying to escape the commotion. “can you… can you come get me?”

“where are you?” he was fully awake now, sitting up straight, his focus razor-sharp.

“i don’t know exactly… somewhere near this club, um… blue light?” her words were slurred, her speech lazy. “i lost my bag. my keys… my wallet. everything’s gone.”

before he could respond, a male voice in the background chimed in: “you can crash at my place, no problem.

eren’s stomach twisted, a sharp pang of jealousy and anger cutting through him. “who the hell was that?” he growled.

“what?” y/n sounded confused.

“the guy offering you a place to stay,” eren snapped, his tone sharper now.

“eren, calm down,” she murmured. “he’s just being nice.”

“he can be nice and still back the fuck off,” eren spat. he swung his legs off the bed, grabbing his jeans and pulling them on hastily. “stay where you are. i’m coming to get you.”

“eren, you don’t have to—

“i’m coming,” he interrupted, his voice leaving no room for argument. he hung up before she could respond, throwing a glance at the woman in the bed. she stirred, lifting her head groggily.

“what’s going on?” she mumbled.

“i have to go,” he said curtly, snatching his keys before walking out the door.

eren parked in front of the club, his heart pounding as his eyes scanned the crowd. the street was loud and chaotic, filled with the smell of alcohol, smoke, and cheap perfume. he stepped out of the car and pushed through the throng of people, his gaze sweeping the sidewalk until he found her.

she was sitting on a bench, arms wrapped around herself, her head slightly bowed. the black dress she wore hugged her figure perfectly, and her converse sneakers looked oddly out of place with the outfit, yet so distinctly her. she looked exhausted, vulnerable.

“y/n,” he called, and her head shot up. her eyes were bloodshot, her cheeks flushed, and her lips slightly swollen. she smiled faintly when she saw him, but it quickly faded as he approached.

“you smell like perfume,” she stated bluntly, her words slightly slurred.

eren froze for a second, his gaze flickering over her. a faint trace of cologne hung around her, a scent that didn’t belong to him. his stomach churned. “and you smell like some guy,” he shot back quietly, his voice tense.

“calm down,” she murmured as she stood, her movements unsteady. “it’s nothing.”

his jaw tightened as his eyes darted to her lips. “yeah? then what about your lips?”

she hesitated, her eyes dropping briefly. “it was just a kiss.”

he laughed bitterly, the sound harsh and humorless. “just a kiss,” he repeated as he stepped closer. “you disappear, do your own thing, and i’m supposed to just… not care? because it was just a kiss?”

“what do you want me to say, eren?” she snapped, her voice shaky but defiant.

“i want…” he stopped himself, his hands clenching into fists at his sides. his chest felt heavy, his mind racing with everything he couldn’t bring himself to say. “i just want you to stop being so reckless.”

“reckless?” she let out a bitter laugh, her hands balling into fists. “you’re calling me reckless? you’re the one who sleeps with other women, and i’m supposed to justify a stupid kiss?”

“that’s different,” he muttered, his voice barely audible.

“oh, really?” she stepped closer now, her eyes burning into his. “because you get to decide what matters and what doesn’t?”

he didn’t respond, the words caught in his throat. instead, he reached for her hand, his grip firm but gentle, as he pulled her closer. “just come with me. please.”

she stared at him, her chest rising and falling quickly as if she was holding back tears. finally, she nodded silently, and he led her to his car.

the silence in the car was suffocating. y/n sat curled into herself, her head leaning against the window. eren gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles white, his thoughts a chaotic mess.

she had kissed someone else. that shouldn’t have hurt him; it shouldn’t have mattered—they weren’t exclusive. he’d made that clear from the start. but the thought of someone else touching her, even for a second, tore him apart.

“why did you call me?” he finally asked, his voice rough and strained.

“because i knew you’d come,” she murmured without looking at him.

that hit him harder than he expected. his grip loosened, and he glanced at her briefly. “i’ll always come,” he muttered. “but you’re making this really fucking hard, y/n.”

she turned her head to look at him, her eyes glossy with unshed tears. “you’re not exactly making it easy for me either, eren.”

his jaw clenched, but he said nothing. sometimes, words just weren’t enough.

when they reached his apartment, he carried her up the stairs, her arms loosely draped around his neck. he laid her down on his bed, pulling a blanket over her, and stood there for a moment, watching her.

“you’re driving me insane, you know that?” he murmured softly.

“good,” she whispered back, her voice barely audible as she closed her eyes. “now you know how i feel.”

eren stared at her for a moment longer before sitting on the edge of the bed, his head in his hands. she was the only person who could break him like this – and he hated how much he loved her for it.

[nesurii]

might come back bc i’m jobless for a few months now cause i’m finally moving to my fiancé in the US.

[anythinggoesbutme]

Make It Hurt, Make It Right

Micheal Townsend x Lia Zhang

Warnings: Swearing, emotional arguments, mentions of abandonment/trust issues, heated kissing, unresolved tension but emotionally satisfying reunion

Synopsis: Lia and Michael break up in a blaze of sarcasm and hurt feelings, but a couple hours, a storm, and one very stupid locked phone later, they’re kissing in the hallway like they never stopped loving each other.

Song: “Love the Way You Lie (Part ||)” — Rihanna ft. Eminem

Word Count: 872

7:12 PM – The Fight

“You know what, Michael?” Lia says, pacing the floor like she’s trying to wear a hole through it. “You always do this. You push and push until I snap, and then you act surprised.”

Michael, sitting on the arm of the couch with that infuriatingly unreadable expression, raises an eyebrow. “And you never push, right? Never lie, never manipulate?”

“I don’t lie to you.”

“Don’t you?” he asks softly. “Not even when you say you’re fine?”

Lia freezes.

He stands up, voice still too calm. “You’re always fine. Even when you’re not. Especially when you’re not.”

“I’m not your project,” she snaps.

“No, you’re just the girl who lets me in just far enough to keep me hoping and then shuts the door when it matters.”

“That’s rich coming from you,” she throws back. “Mr. I-feel-everything-and-say-nothing.”

“Because the last time I opened up to someone, they left,” he bites, eyes flashing. “Sound familiar?”

Her heart stutters.

Michael’s breathing hard now, jaw tight, and for a moment, the silence between them is louder than any scream.

Then Lia says it.

The words drop like a knife.

“Maybe we should just stop pretending this is going anywhere.”

Michael goes still.

It takes him a second. Just a second. But she sees it—how the fight drains out of him and something colder sets in.

“Say that again,” he says quietly.

Lia swallows. Hates herself for it. Hates how much she wants him to call her bluff.

But she says it anyway.

“Let’s break up.”

7:14 PM – He Walks Out

Michael doesn’t slam the door. Doesn’t say goodbye. He just looks at her, and whatever he doesn’t say hangs heavier in the air than all the words they threw.

Lia stands in the middle of the living room, shaking. Not from fear. From rage. Grief. The aftershock of loving someone so much it hurts.

And now?

Now it just hurts.

7:51 PM – The Spiral

She changes into sweatpants and smudges off her lipstick with the back of her hand. The wine is still untouched on the counter. She tries to read. Tries to scroll. Tries to pretend she’s not refreshing her messages like a lunatic.

Nothing.

Not even a petty emoji.

Michael doesn’t block people. He ghosts them in person.

She texts:

“Don’t forget your charger.”

No reply. Classic.

Then:

“Also your stupid cologne is giving me a headache.”

Still nothing.

She throws her phone across the couch.

8:29 PM – The Storm Hits

There’s actual thunder.

Of course there is.

It rattles the windows. The lights flicker. And still—no word.

She paces. She curses. She checks the door like he might be on the other side. He isn’t.

She doesn’t know if she’s more pissed at him or herself.

This wasn’t supposed to matter. She wasn’t supposed to care this much. She knows what happens when you let someone all the way in.

But Michael got under her skin and stayed there. With those looks. That mouth. That maddening habit of knowing exactly what she’s feeling even when she doesn’t say a word.

And then he left.

She hates him.

She misses him.

8:57 PM – The Return

She hears the knock and thinks she’s imagining it.

Then it comes again.

She opens the door.

Michael is soaked to the bone. Hair plastered to his forehead. Hoodie dark with rain. Phone in one hand. Charger in the other.

“You forgot this,” he says.

She stares. “That’s your charger.”

He shrugs. “Thought it might buy me an excuse.”

She narrows her eyes. “Why are you really here?”

Michael exhales, like he’s been holding his breath since he left.

“Because I couldn’t stop thinking about you,” he says. “Even when I was pissed. Especially when I was pissed.”

Lia crosses her arms. “I’m still mad.”

“I’d be concerned if you weren’t.”

Silence stretches.

Then she steps aside.

He walks in.

9:03 PM – The Kiss

It’s quiet for a second. Almost too quiet.

Then she says, “You always come back.”

Michael looks at her. Really looks. “You always let me.”

It’s not a compliment. Not quite. But it’s not an accusation either.

They stare at each other like there’s a war and a peace treaty sitting between them.

Then Lia moves first.

She grabs his hoodie. Pulls him forward. Kisses him like the fight is still burning in her bones.

Michael responds like he’s starving for her. Like he missed her the second he walked out.

Hands tangle in hair. Lips bruise. He pins her to the door like he’s afraid she’ll vanish if he doesn’t hold tight enough.

“Still hate me?” he whispers.

“Always,” she breathes, then kisses him again.

9:17 PM – The Aftermath

They’re on the couch now. Barely apart. Breathing hard.

“I meant what I said,” Michael says finally. “About feeling everything.”

Lia nods, head resting on his shoulder. “I know.”

“I’m not good at letting people close.”

“I’m not good at staying.”

They sit with that for a moment.

Then he threads his fingers through hers.

“So what now?” he asks.

She doesn’t say forever. Doesn’t say love. But she doesn’t let go either.

“Now,” she says, “we try again.”

[mrfartpowered]

you don’t hate Howard, you hate fatphobic tropes

Here at Mr Fart Powered Dot Com, I’m a long-time hater of the “fat best friend” trope and a long-time lover of jerkass characters, so I think I’m uniquely qualified to comment on this LOL

The biggest critiques I see of Howard are as follows: he’s gross, he’s stupid, he’s selfish, he’s lazy. Below the cut, I deconstruct each of these four criticisms not as faults of Howard, but faults of the writing, largely as a result of fatphobia.

These are all traits associated with the fat idiot trope, popularized by Homer Simpson and Peter Griffin. Think about any other character who possess all of the above characteristics. Far more often than not, they’re a fat character. Plenty of non-fat characters possess any of those traits individually — selfishness, stupidity, laziness, and grossness are not exclusive to fat characters. Nor do they inherently make a character 'bad,' irredeemable, or otherwise unlikeable! But all too often, especially in dated media, we see this flimsy, weak writing apply to the fat villain...or the fat comic relief...or the fat best friend.

Howard falls victim to these ugly, annoying 'fat guy' tropes whenever the writing is in need of a cheap laugh, or when they need to make Randy look extra good. Howard does have unique, interesting traits, but they are painfully underutilized in exchange for role fulfillment as the comic relief.

Stupidity

Contrary to what the show wants us to believe, Howard is not a complete idiot. His intelligence may not be of the academic variety (and even this is debatable), but I would argue he is more clever than Randy. Of the two of them, Howard's got more common sense. Randy misinterprets almost every lesson the Nomicon gives him, while H quickly understands each riddle he gets the chance to know about. (See “a ninja’s choice must be chosen by his own choosing,” “don’t go in someone else’s house,” “when facing an unfamiliar foe, seek an unlikely ally.”)

You could argue against this point in Shloomp! There It Is, where he literally gets to see the lesson as it is presented in the nomicon and doesn’t get it. But I’d argue that this was  purposeful mischaracterization in order to further the plot, a point which will unfortunately recur in this essay. The writers care more about Howard as a tool than as a character, but instead of using the capabilities they build within him, they default to stereotypes.

Where conventional academics are concerned, we have one concrete example of his abilities: Howard is incredible at chess. It’s the iconic nerd game; it requires strategy, careful thinking, and the ability to predict your opponent’s moves. Who cares that he doesn't know the pieces' names? Who cares that he doesn’t abide by typical strategies? He can kick artificially-intelligent ass at the game, not to mention follow someone else's plays the way most people follow a football game.

And he's got street smarts that save Randy's ass on multiple occasions. He's more sociable, a better liar, and a quick thinker in stressful situations. Much of this particular point is pulled from @cunningweiner ‘s brain, who pointed out that Howard is really well-received by crowds (Heidi’s MeCast, the talent show, the Tummynator). Another interesting instance of this is Howard’s time as the Ninja — both the fake monster drill ninja, and the actual Ninja. He may not have accomplished his duties as a hero, but the onlookers Absolutely Ate Up his crowd work. He’s not the most physically willing guy around, but he knows how to appeal to an audience. His major flaw in remaining a well-liked public figure is that his ego gets real damn big, real damn fast. But he’s 15! If you blame a teenager for having empathy and esteem issues, I don’t know what to tell you.

Despite his emotional immaturity, Howard is wise beyond his years as a businessman. Before we move forward, I need to tell you: look at this section purely from a business standpoint. You have to forget morals, you have to forget standards, this is Disney XD meta and we are analyzing a man named Weiner, okay?

Okay. Howard embarks on a total of three business endeavors throughout this show, and each one is highly successful. Ninja Agent, weapon reseller, and McFist-o-plex manager. He embodied “work smarter, not harder” every time. Being an agent takes social skill and smooth talking, and clearly he appealed to a wide range of clients (not to mention earned their trust! What would you say if someone called you up and said “yeah, I manage Superman. Want him to appear in a commercial for you?”). Being a manager requires delegation skills and good memory. Reselling Ninja weapons is honestly just genius and I can’t believe he’s the first guy to do it.

Everyone around Howard, and Big H himself, views him as a dumbass. But time and time again, the episodes show us his mental capabilities! Imagine how much fun the writers could’ve had if they’d leaned on a lazy genius trope instead of a fat idiot.

Grossness

I don’t know about you guys, but I can’t think of a single thin character who relies on gross-out humor. Take, for example, Total Drama, a franchise with a bodily diverse cast and a heavy emphasis on gross-out humor. I mean, there’s an entire episode in the original season where every single character pukes onscreen. TD overall utilizes irreverent humor, but while grossness is a major player, it is not the only source of comedy.

And then you’ve got Owen, the only fat character in the original cast. His whole shtick is being fat, greedy, and nasty. Other characters will fart and burp and overeat — all things that Owen does frequently — but they also have other gags. Maybe they’re bitchy, or they’re geeky, or they’re a literal convict. Owen does not enjoy the luxury of character depth. He is only good for grossing out the audience. (Side tangent: Owen has notably made me laugh out loud a handful of times over the course of the four seasons he featured in. But guess what! Every single one of those laughs was begotten from a rare moment when, instead of farting or burping or eating something he shouldn’t, the writers stepped outside the ‘Owen zone’ and gave him a joke unrelated to his fatness. Fatphobic humor is truly a plague.)

I know I’m being a bit heavy-handed, but I want to emphasize how similar that is to RC9GN! Randy does schnasty shit too sometimes, but he gets to be funny in other ways. Grossness is Howard’s primary mode of comedy. During my first watch-through of the show, I remember being outraged at Howard’s tendency to eat Randy’s food, which, of course, was followed by digestion noises or farts. I was too angry to write down which episodes, but I counted four separate instances where they used that exact convention specifically to get Randy angry at Howard, thus catalyzing the episode’s storyline. (At some point I will have to go back and fact-check that, but we’re 900 words deep at this point and this has been in my drafts for over a month, so we move forward for now okay!!)

 We do get to see flashes of other humor from Howard, especially into Season 2! His cleverness and apathy make for hilarious setups. But even these instances are undercut by something foul. An example that comes to mind is Fear Factor, a perfectly fine episode — one that I love quite a lot — except for the very last gag. Really? Howard gets to be normal-funny the entire episode, until the last minute? The idea that his biggest fear is running out of food literally only works because he is fat. Had this joke been given to any other character, it probably wouldn’t have even made it to storyboards. Even worse, if Howard had not been fat, this joke would never have been conceptualized in the first place. It is almost as if the writers are trying to hit a quota of gross-out jokes for Howard. At a certain point, my anger morphed to pure disappointment. That’s how disheartening it is to see.

Selfishness

Okay, Howard Weinerman is selfish. I'll give you that. But just because he's self-centered does not make him a bad person. May I bring to mind Gumball Watterson, Marcy Wu, Louise Belcher? All are textbook examples of selfish characters, and frequently act in their own best interest, but are ultimately good people. I mention them as proof that characters can have negative defining traits without sacrificing the audience’s sympathy. 

Here's where I really get frustrated with RC9GN’s writing... They want to portray Howard as a jerk with a heart of gold — such as in Debbie Meddle — but they always undercut his few selfless moments with a gross-out gag, or a rude offhand comment, usually directed at Randy. Sometimes, Randy will reciprocate, in which case I give it a pass. There, the grossness or general assholery showcases their friendship, instead of putting Howard down for a stale laugh. 

But like I said, that’s the ‘sometimes.’ The ‘often’ is every time we see him almost embody the ‘heart of gold’ part of his attempted archetype, only to be thrown out the window for a lame gag. A specific example is in “Bro Money Bro Problems,” where Howard has cash to spare for once. He immediately opts to spend it on Randy!….until Randy shloomps into the nomicon, then comes out to find that Howard spent everything he had on the Food Hole’s dinner menu. Sure, this was used to set the rest of the episode in motion. They run out of money, but they need more, so they go out and sell ninja weapons. But here’s the thing: for the rest of the episode, Howard spends his money on both him and Randy, rather than just himself, effectively making that dinner menu joke inconsistent with his characterization.

“Well how else would they set the episode in motion?” They could spend it all on arcade games. Or they spend it all at the boardwalk both times. OR, they are just excitable teenagers who realize, hey, this shit is lucrative! Let’s go get rich! Boom. Fixed your episode, fixed your Howard, fixed your fatphobia.

Laziness

Over and over again, the show tries to tell us that Howard is a lazy piece of shit. Other characters regard him as such, and honestly, so does Howard himself. But I would argue that he is no lazier than your average teenager — not to mention, no lazier than Randy! The difference is that for Howard, the writers intertwine his laziness with his alleged stupidity. They try to convince the audience that Howard is too stupid to care what’s going on.

However, this trait is unique from the other three, because I think this one manages to give him depth. Or at least, in my heart of hearts, it has the potential to do so. This characteristic lends to Howard’s most clever jokes, I think, because ultimately:

Howard is capable, but apathetic.

From the earliest episodes, it is established that he aims for minimum effort, maximum benefit. There’s the bit where Randy asks Howard to come up with the plan for once, and they both laugh at the idea of Howard doing the heavy lifting. Or even all the way into “Mort-al Kombat,” he says people are ‘really handing him the answers today’ when Randy puts in the work to get Howard ungrounded.

But just because Howard prefers not to do any work, doesn’t mean he won’t! And when he does put in effort, the results show that he is damn good at what he does. His time as Le Beret more than proves this point: from his ability to work under the radar, to the plans he forms, to the knowledge he has about Mort’s job & McFist Industries that allows him to get all the cool equipment he uses. We also see his skills and capability in “Debbie Meddle” (the ninja dummy), “Viva El Nomicon” (learning Spanish quickly), “Secret Stache” (commitment to the bit), “The Ninja Identity/Supremacy,” and more.

He very much operates under the mindset of ‘work smarter, not harder.’ He’ll get the job done if he has to. He’ll excel at the job if it benefits him. This is a really interesting character mechanic that would have been so much fun to explore. Like I said so many times above, though, the writers most often choose to undercut his abilities in favor of comedic expense.

Conclusion

Howard, in comparison to Randy, is obviously a lot harder to root for. Overall, Randy is a more conventional character with conventional flaws. Like most duos in media, the sidekick juxtaposes the hero — I would even argue that Howard, in some ways, is Randy in reverse. Randy is highly moral, but still has a lot of learning to do skill-wise; Howard is already extremely capable, but also very amoral. Because of this, the narrative places Randy at a higher value than Howard — which, yknow, fair enough! He is the protag, and that’s a great setup for a protagonist. But simply by virtue of being fat, Howard is not treated with the same level of respect as other sidekick/best friend characters.

For all his quirks and flaws, Howard is not a supremely unique character. His basic core aligns with so many other characters. But because the writers lean on his fatness, instead of leaning into his potential and his complexities, it is much harder to root for him — and it strips him of originality. I love this show with all my heart, but I would be lying if I said I didn’t mind the way it treated Howard. He had so much potential, even as the show was airing, and I will forever be upset that the crew squandered it on fatphobic tropes.

[vamph00n]

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺Addictive ✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺

|Hoon!!xfemreader!!

|-Mostly smut disguised with a plot.

|-In which y/n keeps Sunghoon around, even thought she’s not into being tied down to a relationship, and sunghoon believes he can fix her. That’s till he finds out she’s been whoreing around behind his back.

Wc:3,5k

A/n: not proofread lol

TW! Under the cut!

- drinking, alcohol, anger sex, oral, (fem and male), overstimulation, multiple orgasms, fingering, cum eating, breeding kink, intended impregnation, dacryphillia, boobplay, humiliation, slapping(like once only), toxic!reader, simp!Hoon, switch!hoon, switch!reader, etc…..(there’s a lot)

Enjoy :)

“Typical Goody Two Shoes,” is a term she’d describe him. Friends, colleagues, and even her own family, where surprised to say the least. She’d be bombarded with invasive questions, “Alright, what was the agreement.” Her friends asked when they first met her lover. She’d reassure them that there was no “agreement,” and that they where in a happy relationship. Bullshit. Of course, no matter how dark the rose tinted glasses were, her friends could see right through them. “Yeah right, you fucking maneater” they’d refute jokingly. “Would’ve thunk you’d find a Lucifer to your Lilith, but looks like you found yourself a Gabriel.” As much as she wanted to talk her shit, they were right, the man wasn’t even phased. He just smiled on as he sat beside her, staring into her lust ridden eyes. The same smile that made her heart melt when she first saw him. “I can be your Lucifer, if you want me to be.”

Park Sunghoon, the man who’d ask for her permission to hold her hand, the man who would delicately sweep the hair away from her eyes, and the man who held her tender body in bed as he made passionate love to you through the night; in her brain, he was simply not capable of being anything near as devilish. No matter the way she acted towards him,and no matter the circumstances. She could’ve tried to break up with him,shatter his heart, and he’d still come back, entangled in her legs. Instead, she’d insist they needed breaks. This was her game, seeing how many times he’d come back to her. Not for her love, or even her herself for a matter of fact. He’d only come back for one thing, her addictive cunt. Her juices around his dick made him feel a different kind of high. A sip of liquid gold, is what it felt like being beneath her, in pure ecstasy as she’d let him empty his load into her swollen walls. But what he saw as a passionate act of pleasure, was just you fucking him to get yourself off, riding his meat till you where satisfied, and he was overstimulated. The only reason he thought so fondly of your lovemaking, is the fact you thought his heart was too tender to spew obscenities at him when you engulfed him with your wet core; and the fact he thought he was the only man in your life. Despite this, it has always been clear it wasn’t a serious relationship. So why did he stay? Well, he had a strong conviction, a goal perhaps, that just maybe, you’d be the one crawling back to him. That maybe, if he played a dumb whore in your game, you’d stop and realized you needed him. This twisted mindset made his pants feel a little tighter around his crotch. A sick feeling that made his cock twitch, and drip with precum as he bit his lip, but for now, he was more than content with playing a pawn in your game. Because that way, at least your love seemed real.

Of course this screwed up a lot of things for him, but he wasn’t ashamed. One night he’d spend tangled up in her bed, and the other he’d spend in his own, jerking off to her. His friends found him especially odd, the way he talked about you, and the things he’d let you do to him put a bad taste in their mouths. He too had his fair share of things he’d to to you, all of the nasty things he’d do if you didn’t objectify him, and his cock. “Only gonna let her have all of me when she straightens out” he’d tell his friends. But to them, it sounded like a whole lot of bull. He had turned soft on you, and had let your little game run longer that it should’ve.

It was another Friday night, he drank with his friends after a long day of work, and ever since your fling started with him, their conversations where always the same. They always started from “how’s everyone’s relationships going,” to “you need to cut ties with her Sunghoon.” Jake in particular was against her, “You need to get the fuck away from her,” he said downing a shot. Sunghoon fiddled with his glass, “here he goes again.” Jay looks down at his empty cup, “For real, if i took a shot each time your ass went back to her, I’d die from alcohol intoxication. Speaking of which, you’re not gonna drink anymore?” Sunghoon pushed his empty shot glass aside,

“I’m just sobering up for the drive,”

“Oh the drive back home? You didn’t take a cab?” Jake pondered.

Scilence filled the air, the and the sound of clinking as his friends poured more soju into their cups. Sunghoon’s friends looked at each other, they knew what was up. The way his eyes fazed out, as he thought of you, he needed your heat.

“Don’t tell me your going back to that bitch? Didn’t you guys take your ‘break’ just a couple of days ago?” Sunghoon looked at both of them, “we all know that slut needs me more than I do, besides, shes never going to leave me”

You were taking a nice steamy shower, and you hear your doorbell, then a ‘click’. Someone had used a key to open your door. While it could’ve been on of the many guys you slept with, there’s only one man you gave a copy of it. “I’m the shower!!” You shouted. You already knew it was Sunghoon, one of the many men you had wrapped around your finger. Sure, he was a good guy, at least for the first few days you “dated” before it turned into what it is now. He took you on dates, and bought you things. Guys like him always made the space between your thighs a bit wetter, because there was always a chance they would fuck you senseless in bed. Maybe he’d finally put an end to your behavior, but time proved you wrong (or so you thought.) Sunghoon just being here made your head go fuzzy, your imagination went wild. Being the obedient man he always presented himself as, you knew he wouldn’t be so rash to hop in the shower with you and fuck you then and there. “He’s not that type of guy,” you thought to yourself as you scrub your hair. “I wish he was.” Of course someone with such a wide pallet of sexual preference, you got bored. So, you’d go meddle around with other men while you and Sunghoon were on a “break,” in fact you were supposed to see someone else tomorrow night, but you didn’t think your boy toy would come back so quickly. So why? Why did you stay with him? You knew your appetite for dick was insatiable, so why push him away every other week, and fool around with some random men? The answer wouldn’t be so simple, maybe it the way you felt powerful when he showed back up at your apartment, or maybe it’s the way he’d give you back hugs in the morning after, and made you breakfast. When you guys weren’t going at it, it made everything seem less superficial, which scared you, but it made you feel something other than lust. So in retrospect, you couldn’t leave him.

The man was waiting for you to finish showering, as he placed himself on your couch. Call him crazy, but he could still smell the addictive scent of your core, on the pillows where you made love to him a week ago in this toxic cycle. He peered around in your dim lit living room, and he heard a notification, aswell as seeing the light of your cellphone. It was unlocked, and it was on the last app you where using. It was morally wrong for him to look through your phone, but it wasn’t exactly ok for you to play this lust filled game with him either. So he scrolled through it, and an audible gasp slip past his lips, as he saw your messages with a man dubbed “LHs.” He went through your chat with him, and the many nudes you both exchanged. He never felt so disappointed, and angry. His hand gripped the phone so hard, he could’ve broke the screen. He knew this relationship wasn’t serious, he knew you only wanted to see him for his dick. So why did it upset him so much? Maybe it’s the fact he never thought you’d cheat on him, for some reason it just wasn’t a possibility in his mind. Or maybe it’s because his philosophy about fixing you was so strong, he would’ve never let you cheat on him. He didn’t want to cry, or let himself, but he did. Tears streaming down his face, as he used his knuckles to wipe them away. None the less, he came here for one thing, pussy. And he was gonna get it, but he wasn’t gonna take your shit anymore. Part of him felt sad, he was attached to you, and the impossible idea that you’d straighten out just for him. Well, if you weren’t gonna fix your act on your own, he’d make you.

You came out of your bathroom, dressed in nothing but a shirt and underwear, because it’s not like you’d need much clothing tonight anyways, and you saw him sitting on your bed. He stayed silent and didn’t look at your face. His face glistened as the lamp in your room illuminated it. “Back again huh? Only been two days since our break,” you cooed, as your hands made their way up his thighs ghosting his crotch. As furious as he was, Sunghoon didn’t want to pounce on her quite yet, “I let her have her fun first.” She looked at his face, his eyes slightly red, and he smelt of alcohol. Almost squirming in delight, at his disheveled nature. “Let me take care of you,” you purr as you straddle him. His lips press against yours, as you grind back and forth on his clothed manhood, cunt already dripping, making a small pool in your panties. His hands made their way to your head, pushing your lips deep onto his, his tongue intertwining with yours. “Fuck, you really need me huh? What a whore,” you’re breathless as you tease him. Sunghoon can’t stop thinking about it, how you slept with another guy, and his rage is visible in his pursuit as he kisses you. Suddenly your heated make out turned into a battle, as he bites your lip, making his way down your neck. Her skin so smooth, and soft, he wanted to leave marks of purple and red all over it. “Fuck, what’s gotten into him?” She thought, trying to hold back whimpers from the pure bliss his mouth was doing to her. He then pushes her down into the bed, trapping her beneath him. You had no idea what was happening, he looked livid, like an animal in heat waiting to that’s been waiting to devour her. It was hard to piece together coherent sentences, because you felt your core grow wetter by the second. “You’re such a fucking whore y/n,” he growled in your ear. “S-Sunghoon what are you talking about?” She tries to say innocently, knowing damn well he caught her. “Don’t act like an idiot, I saw your texts with that guy.” She was really in trouble now, but there was definitely something different about him today. “Hoon, I’m sorry, it’s just….um..I’ll make it up to you!” Knowing you’re gonna sound like a bitch, you don’t elaborate further. He smirks at you, and his hand made his way to your heat, already riled up with your juices. You can’t stand keeping your voice down now, his fingers work circles on your clit, as your back arches in pleasures. He fucks faster into you, causing the hottest friction in your sopping wet pussy, “Please-god, go faster!” You moan in desperation to meet your high. A malicious grin spread his face, “Wouldn’t you rather be riding my cock doll? Or are you getting tired of me?” He asks you. Your eyes roll, your an absolute mess. Your dizzy for it, you start to move your hips against his hand. He smacks your cunt, and you yelp out at the action, “I’m not gonna let you cum till I say so, and if you try to pull anything, I’m gonna edge you till you fucking cry my name.”

Tears from the pleasure well up in your eyes, and he’s quick to use you however he wants. He removes your shirt, revealing your erect nipples pointing out to him, he shoved his face into them, sucking your sensitive tits. You start to feel like you owe him an apology, always using him however you want, but never letting him do anything he want a to you. Maybe that’s why you go so bored in relationships, you always did what you wanted, but never let other do what they want. “Sunghoonn, I’m…I’m.. sorr-“ you can’t seem to finish your sentence, only having your clit being toyed with but you already feel so drunk on pleasure. There was no mistaking it, he had visible enjoyment on his face now,“That’s right, this tight hole is all mine, if you get to own my dick I get to own you. No way I’m gonna ever let you cheat on me.” His fingers speed up, your mouth hanging agape, holding back you climax. A shit eating grin displays on his face, and his fingers invade your hole. You throw you head back, gripping onto the sheets as your core clenches around his fingers. “Bet you wanna do this to my cock huh?” His voice rings, “too bad though, sluts like you get enough cock.” You can’t tell if your being humiliated, or punished, but one things for sure, you couldn’t hold back your high anymore. Your voice becomes more labored, and your heat is throbbing uncontrollably.

“Shit, Hoon, I think I’m gonna…mhmm!” His fingers pull out from your wet hole, and are stuffed into your mouth. Pussy clenching on nothing, but your orgasm still crashing into you. Fluids dripping from your core, and the taste of your own, on his fingers shoved in your mouth. “I don’t recall telling you to cum,” he say lowly, as his face closes in on yours. Your eyes shut, at his cold breath, but your feel his fingers collect your slick. “Open your eyes doll, I want you to see how good I think you taste.” So dirty, so nasty, so goddamn hot. Your eyes fix on him, as he licks his fingers clean. Already you feel yourself grow wet again. He demands you to get up, and frankly you’re tired of being ordered around, so your don’t listen. “Don’t make this hard doll,” his voice rings mockingly. Still wanting to keep your pride, you don’t listen, then a loud audible smack on your thigh fills the room. “Just get up.” You do as your told, and you see him quickly unbuckle his pants, and his hard member sprang out.

“Suck,” he commanded. Your hand wrapped around his shaft as you took him in your mouth. You bob up and down on him feeling precum drip from his tip. You fondle with his balls, and stroke him whilst sucking, your tongue swirls around it. His head jolts back, as his hands pull up your hair into a makeshift ponytail. He uses his force to sink your head deeper into your cock, “I can’t!” You try to say through muffled tears. Sunghoon tried not to care, but he sees he’s hurting you. A pop sound comes from your mouth as he forces himself off you, and he brings his eyes to your own teary ones. “I think you owe me an apology,” he says looking at you, “an apology for everything you’ve done to me.” He takes your hand squeezing it “oh no,” you thought. There’s that feeling again, that ache in your heart when he looks at you like that. That same feeling that made you reconsider your relationship with him, and the strong attachment you actually had to him. Although you want to say sorry, it’s like muscle memory for you to sass back at him. “Not till you let me ride you, doll” you throw his own words back to him. Sunghoon grins, knowing damn well your already exhausted. He strips himself of his pants and lays on your bed. “Go ahead, let me see you try.” Your legs are already shaking from exhaustion. you straddle him, aligning his penis with your entrance, and you sit down on him. That addictive feeling, the feeling of your cunt squeeze his dick. You look down, trying to get a hold of yourself and you see his bulge in your stomach. It makes your head go fuzzy, and your body go limp. “Your turning stupid on me y/n.” He groans. “C’mon, don’t you wanna ride me? Don’t you know your lucky I let you? Hmm?” Tears drip from your pretty face, and you start to bounce up and down on him. His head tilts, he sees the tears in your eyes, and bites his lip. “Look at you go.” He teases. Your legs are starting to give out, as your tight cunt sucks him in. “Sunghoon, I can’t, I can’t keep going.” You sob. He’s quick to flip you onto your back, and kisses your teary face. His eyes lock with yours, and he gives you that dreamy bedroom gaze. “I want you to fuck me Sunghoon, I want you to use me.” His teeth graze your lips before he lifts them to whisper into your ear. “Be carful what you wish for.”

Suddenly his hips snap against yours, and he speaks up, “your safe word is cheater”

“What a way to rub it in huh?”

“Shut your mouth before I make you.”

Skin on skin, he rammed his dick into you, your abused hole clenching, and dripping from the many orgasms he had already gave you from rutting into you for hours. His eyes start to close, as he feels himself writhing. Your cum giving him slick to keep his cock lubricated, and your poor defenseless body at his disposal. He’d been edging himself for a while, because he didn’t feel you deserve his hot seed in you. “Sunghoon,” you whimper out, “just cum in me already.” He looks at your tearstained fucked out face, with a cocky grin inflating his ego by ten fold. “I should huh? Put a fucking kid in you hm?” You couldn’t tell if he was spewing out nonsense because he was fucked out, or if your were too fuck out to see he was telling only the truth. His hips thrusted his sensitive member into your gummy walls, as they throbbed, mixing your liquids with his. This addictive cunt, the dumbing drip it had that always left him pussydrunk. It felt euphoric, and after seeing it in a different light, now he was certain he couldn’t leave you, and he wouldn’t let you leave him.

“Gonna put a kid in this pussy,” he said as you felt yourself panic. “Your joking right? You’ll pull out right?” You gasp as you feel his cock glide in and out of your hole faster. “Fuck I’m gonna cum again.” Sunghoon doesn’t respond, all he has to show for it is a shit eating grin on his face. “What if I’m not joking? Because I think knocking you up with a kid will keep you from cheating.” Your head starts to snap back, and you start to feel a funny feeling in your stomach. His cock twitches in you, and he sees your face. Utterly entranced bye your fucked out face, his breath becomes labored, he’s seeing stars with every pump into you. He’s becoming a messy whore for you, and he’s even willing to put another life into your belly. “It this was people call possessive?”

“I’m gonna gonna cum into your whore ass, so you can’t leave me. I’m gonna fuck you dumb, doll.” He spits at her face. He takes one of his hands, and spits on it, bringing it to your clit rubbing it to help you reach your high. Your a babbling mess, your body starts to convulse as he plunged harder into your depths. His brain start to short circuit, he’s now grunting obscenities at you. He feels a wave of emotions hit him, as he pounds into you, “Your such a bitch, you don’t realize how much I fucking love you.” He says as he sits you up, bringing his body closer to yours. He lets delicate moans slip past his lips, as he hugs you, pulling your waist in closer. “He loves me?” You can’t help but repeat that line in your head over and over as his cock drags against you. “God this pussy is all mine, gonna cum.” He moans into your ear. You had been mostly silent the whole time, but your emotions got the best of you, and now you couldn’t hold back.

“Fuck, Sunghoon! I’m so sorry, sorry for playing with your heart, I want to fix things with you! I’m done sleeping around, I just want you.” She spews out.

“Yeah baby? What are you gonna let me do huh? What do you say? Gonna let me knock you up?” Your eyes roll back into your head, ready to release, all he needs to do is say the words. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You say wrapping your legs around his waist, “Knock me up Sunghoon! Put your fucking kids into me! I’ll never fucking leave you!” A few pumps after, and his balls start to ache for release. You feel his length reach the deepest part of your cunt, and his semen spurts into you as your own liquids shot out. “Gonna stuff you with all of my cum.” He moans out shakily, as he fucks the pool of arousal back into you.

You lay in bed after the wild ride you just had, and you both had just been hugging in silence for the past thirty minutes. Sunghoon gets up and grabs his pants off the floor. You know he was going to leave, because why would he stay with you? But you at least thought he’d spend the night. This always happened, but you where always the one to send him away. So why did it hurt so much?

“Gonna get going y/n, see you another time.” He said as he buckled his belt. He gave you a quick peck on the head, and started to head out. Urgency and regret plagued your heart as you see him walk out, and you grab his hand to stop him. “What I said earlier was serious, let’s make this work.” You said with your eye’s glistening. “I’m sorry,” you whisper. You bring his face ti look directly at yours. “Baby,” he sighs, “let’s just talk about it another time yeah? I went a little overboard, so let’s just take a break.”

His words sting your heart, and you know it’s all your fault, and you see him wave at you begrudgingly as he leaves your apartment building. But like every other time, you know he’ll come back, and you know he loves you now, so it should’ve felt ok right?

You splash you face with water, and see how ruined you were. Sitting on the counter you see a shiny aluminum medicine package of your birth control taunting you. “Shit! Shit! Shit!”

You shakily count the amount you had, and it wasn’t adding up. You had forgotten to take it.

Fuck

A/n: hi guys! First fic I wrote on tumblr, and I know the ending is kinda bitter, and ended on a open note, but I don’t rlly like romanticizing toxic relationships, but they sure are fun to write. Anyways thank you for reading!!!

[lucius-the-sinful]

i also had to

original post by @/progmetol

[space2wanders]

On & Off Mode

[girlypopinspos]

Imagine your OCs.

[kafus]

you guys have no idea what this little shit put me through. you see that first picture? she knows what she did

i’ve been stubbornly completing the dex as i go right. and there’s SOS encounters that you can only get in certain weather conditions which you can first access in the lush jungle, namely goomy and castform. the bulbapedia article for weather encounters just says “weather conditions” so i spend a ridiculous combined 100,000 pokedollars to get rain dance and sunny day TMs which nearly makes me broke bc i’ve also been buying a lot of special pokeballs

goomy takes a while just bc i’m unlucky but eventually i get it. castform on the other hand i grind for like 2 hours and still can’t find it so i finally double check bulbapedia. and for SOME REASON, i realize after checking the page for lush jungle closer, despite castform having a sun form but NOT a sandstorm form, it only appears in rain/hail/sandstorm???? SO I WASTED 50k AND 2 HOURS+ ON NOTHING???

so now im stubborn/determined, i grind money very slowly on pearl items from fishing in bubbling spots (got some heart scales while i was at it too i guess) and go completely broke on a sandstorm TM - but then i find out despite online sources saying alolan grimer can learn sandstorm just like i used it for rain and sun, it actually CAN’T and NEITHER CAN MY LYCANROC??

so i had to use an absolutely demented setup with a random cubone in my PC and it TOOK A HOT FUCKING MINUTE BUT I FINALLY GOT THE BASTARD

i also caught the wimpod i chased away the other day while i was at it but omfg 😭

[elif-in-wonderland]

LIA AND MICHAEL ARE BACK ON 🤭

I waited for this 3 books :))

[aprilborn]

It could all be so simple (ba-ba-ba-baby, baby, baby)

But you'd rather make it hard (huh, uh)

Loving you is like a battle (it's like a battle)

And we both end up with scars

Tell me who I have to be (who I have to be)

To get some reciprocity

See, no one loves you more than me (more than me)

And no one ever will (no one ever will, yeah)

Is this just a silly game (silly game)

That forces you to act this way? (to act this way)

Forces you to scream my name

Then pretend that you can't stay (yeah)

Tell me, who I have to be (I know what we gotta do)

To get some reciprocity

See, no one loves you more than me

And no one ever will

No matter how I think we grow

You always seem to let me know

It ain't working (it ain't working, no), it ain't working

And when I try to walk away

You'd hurt yourself to make me stay

This is crazy, this is crazy (oh, this is crazy, uh-huh)

I keep letting you back in (you back in)

How can I explain myself? (I don't understand why)

As painful as this thing has been

I just can't be with no one else

See I know what we've got to do (yeah)

You let go (you let go), and I'll let go too (and I'll let go)

'Cause no one's hurt me more than you

And no one ever will

No matter how I think we grow

You always seem to let me know

It ain't working (it ain't working), it ain't working (it ain't working)

And when I try to walk away

You'd hurt yourself to make me stay

This is crazy (this is crazy), this is crazy (this is crazy)

Care for me, care for me

I know you care for me

(There) There for me, there for me

Said you'd be there for me

(Cry) Cry for me, cry for me

You said you'd die for me

(Give) Give to me, give to me

Why won't you live for me?

(Care) Care for me, care for me

You said you'd care for me

(There) There for me, there for me

Said you'd be there for me

(Cry) Cry for me, cry for me

You said you'd die for me

(Give) Give to me, give to me

Why won't you live for me?

Take it down now

(Cry) Take it down now

(Give) Take it down now

(Care) Take it down now

(There) Take it down now

(Cry) Take it down, take it down for now

(Give)

Ex-Factor~Lauryn Hill