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mxlfoydraco · 1 year
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unpopular opinion: reading the books doesn't matter for jegulus because they're practically OCs. they are fanon drarry except reg is less problematic than draco because he got a small redemption arc and people can project whatever they want on him and make up his personality.
Strongly disagree to every single aspect.
First of all, James Potter is not an OC. He definitely has a canon characterization, both on his own and through the eyes of Remus and Sirius. Regulus doesn’t have a canon characterization per se but has canon characteristics. You also cannot write them without Sirius, who has a strong canon characterization. If you want to make up personalities, write OCs or small characters that don’t actually have any characterization (e.g., Evan Rosier, Dorcas Meadows).
Second, Jegulus and Drarry are not similar and saying that they are is a sign of why an understanding of canon is needed. I’m not even going to touch the problematic comment (LMAO) but not every enemies to lovers ship is the same? In this line of thinking Dramione is also the same? Drinny? Dron? Lucius/Hermione???
A relationship between James and Regulus is fundamentally shaped by Sirius. Best friends brother is a defining characteristic for them. The fact that James is how Sirius got out if crucial. They’re also more or less in a similar position as two rich, priviledged purebloods. James chooses to fight for whats right, Regulus conforms until the very end. In which he deflects because Kreacher is hurt. But he has that spark, look at the wording of his letter, so putting him with James is compelling because he can fan his flames.
Harry and Draco don’t have someone as formative as Sirius to their dynamic. They are the “different side of the same coin”, both of them are child soldiers indoctrinated and martyred to a cause they’re not wholly informed on. Their dynamic is built on the resentment of Draco’s broken fantasy of a friendship Harry rejects. They’re obsessed with each other, they can never ignore each other. They actively hate each other. They’re the person that draws the most emotion from the other to such a point that sectumsempra happens. But they also cannot let the other go. They are defined by their exchanges of lifedebts. Draco not identifying Harry at the manor, Harry rescuing him from the Fiendfyre, Narcissa saving Harry to get to Draco…
These are vital to their dynamic and none of these apply to James and Regulus. You don’t even know if there was hate between them. Sirius himself spoke of Regulus with disappointment, not hate.
So yeah, if you want to interact with these characters you need the nuance of canon. You can write them differently but you still need to be informed on who they are. They are not OCs and acting like they have no canon characterization is resulting in hollow, cardboard cut copy characters that neither fit together nor in the narrative.
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soggyriceee · 7 months
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ok ok there's probably already a fic about this?? but I haven't read any or saw one so like what iff A König x reader where readers been secretly studying german just for Him and he thinks they can't understand a thing so he switches with his native language whenever he feels flustered about them,, then one day reader just replied back in German too akckskcjs🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️
teach me | Konig
warnings: female!reader, strong language, fingering, oral(m receiving), unprotected p in v, German but most likely broken German lol, this gave me subby Konig so..
summary: request
I just wanna say anyone who has requested, I've already started them and am gonna try to push them out as soon as possible :))
"Erdbeere" you called back to your phone. the ding sound confirmed you were right, causing a smile to spread on your face. just as you were about to press the green next button, the door swung open swiftly, pointing out your giant of a boyfriend Konig. "hello maus." he smiled, at you, kicking his boots off.
shoving your phone between the couch cushion, you smile over to him. "hi baby. I missed you." you replied, moving into a 'criss cross' position. he shuffled over to you, groaning deeply as he sat on the couch. "tired?" you asked, tilting your head to look at his tired state. he hummed, closing his eyes.
"very. I need a shower but.. wanted to see meine Prinzessin." he answered, opening his eyes to give you a small smile. you blushed, your mind quick to understand what he said.
for months you had been studying German for Konig. partially for him, but also because it's always good to know another language. you had always been one for studying new languages, you had no clue why it took you so long to get to German. you could say that now, you really had a reason.
Konig had wanted you to learn German for a while now too. but you chose not to tell him. you wanted to wait until the perfect moment to talk to him in a fluent sentence. he always expressed how important it is to him that your kids speak German. and how could you say no to the man who gives you everything you want?
"awh, im honored." you giggled, shifting to sit on his lap. an innocent move, of course. his eyes opened, head tilting to look at you. "maus?" you looked at him, an innocent smile on your lips. "what? just wanna be closer.." you smiled, scooting closer onto him. he sucked in a breath, watching you timidly.
"hmm.." he hummed, placing his hands on your thighs. "you know I get so nervous and.. hard when you're on me like this? is that what you're trying to do?" he asked, his thumbs rubbing circles on your thighs. "hmm more like I wanna tease you. don't have to try if your already rock hard." you smirked, grinding down on his hard on. immediately his cheeks turned a bright pink, his head falling. "Du machst mich so nervös, meine Liebe- you make me so nervous my love"
watching as his cheeks turned so bright, and the smile on his lips made your pussy flutter. you lifted his head gently, leaning in to place your lips on his neck. you sucked at his skin gently, soft moans, more like sighs, leaving Konig. his hands moved slowly up your thighs to your hips, grinding you into him. "mm.. getting desperate?" you joke, pulling away from his freshly decorated neck.
he nodded slow, looking into your eyes. "missed you all day.. Ich brauche dich so sehr- I need you so bad." he whimpered, his hands continuing to move your hips in his lap. you giggled, wrapping your arms around his neck. "Dann lass mich auf dich aufpassen- then let me take care of you." you whispered.
Konig's eyes grew wide, a smile creeping onto his face. "w-what did you say?" he asked, his cheeks turning bright pink. a chuckle couldnt help but leave your mouth as you wiggled in his lap, an amusing smile on your lips. "I've been practicing." you responded, your fingers trailing down his chest.
Konig couldn't help the boner that grew in his pants. the sound of your voice alone made this man rock, so you speaking his native language only made your voice that much more sexy to him.
your fingers reached the waist band of his pants, your fingers looping under the hem and tugging them gently. you felt his hard on press right against your thigh, making your hips grind against him gently. you smiled up at him before scooting off and onto your knees in front of him, dragging his pants down with you. you watched at his member sprung up, the tip red with pearls or pre cum at the tip.
"so hard.. just from me speaking German hm?" you said, taking both your hands to his length, moving them up and down slowly, squeezing it every so often. he let out a shake breath, readjusting himself on the couch. "y-yes engel.. just for you." he breathed out, bucking his hips in hopes you'd get the hint to move your hand faster.
he had a long day, very tired man. so of course you obliged, happy that you were finally able to be in control for once. well not for one. but its been quite some time. "bet you want more than this huh?" you teased, leaning in closer to his cock, your lips dragging up what your hands did not reach. he mumbled a small 'fuck' his eyes remaining on yours the whole time.
"yes.. bitte nicht necken." he begged. please don't tease, is what you understood. it made your cunt clench, hearing him beg for you in German. you both never had spoken in German. especially not during sex. you liked understanding the praises or even degrading things he had to tell you. the only time he ever really spoke German during sex was when he was cumming or overstimulated.
your lips found the tip of him, your hands slowing down and moving mainly at the base. your tongue circled around his head, earning a distressed whimper from him. "p-please engel". your eyes looked up to meet his as your mouth expanded around the thickness of him, his mouth opening ajar, and from it, a shaky breath. "y-yea just like.. that." he moaned, his hand quick to find the back of your head.
he set a pace for himself, assuming you'd follow along with it. which of course, you did. your hand dragged behind your mouth, your palm quickly becoming wet with your own saliva. your eyes remained on his, the eye contact making your pussy throb painfully in your undies.
"so good.. Fühlt sich so verdammt gut an." feels so good, he said. his head fell back, your eyes making him dangerously close. and he didnt want to cum too fast. not now. effortlessly his hand moved your head up and down his shaft, occasionally holding your head down when he would thrust his hips up, his tip hitting the back of your throat.
tears ran down your face as the lack of air caught up to you, your hands now finding their way to his knees to keep yourself from tipping over. you could feel the pre cum coat your tongue and the back of your throat, motivation for you to keep going. "so close engel.. mach weiter, einfach so." he'd whine. of course you'd keep going, why would you stop.
his head moved up from the couch, looking down to meet your pink cheeks and teary eyes. saliva coated hour lips, rolling down your chin too. your eyes were closed, almost as if you were at peace with him in your mouth. "oh..fuck." he moaned, his other hand gripping the end of the couch.
your eyes shot open once his hips began to fuck up into you, the grip on your hair tightening. he was so desperate, he couldn't help but hold your head still and fuck up into your wet cavern. with your hands on his knees you felt him begin to shake slightly, his whimpers another sign of how close he really was. you looked up into his eyes, wet sounds and small gags filling the room aside his whimpers.
and thats all he needed to cum. your pretty eyes looking up at his, taking every inch of his cock down your throat. "o-oh ..nimm es... nimm alles für mich". and that you did. you took every last drop of cum that shot from him, swallowing around him. his head tossed back as his back arched up from the couch, legs shaking on either side of you as he slowly thrusted in and out of your wet mouth.
you stayed like that for a while, watching as his body relaxed and slumped on the couch. satisfied, you puled him out your mouth, saliva and cum drooling down your face and his cock to his balls. the sight was filthy. you looked up at him, watching as his eyes slowly opened and closed. he was so tired and worn out. perfect.
you crawled onto his lap, taking his semi hard member into your hand. his eyes peeled open, looking up into yours. "I need my own release too no?" you smiled, pulling your panties to the side as you aligned yourself at his tip. "l-libe hold on please I- oh fuck." he count finish his sentence before you sunk down onto him, stopping halfway to get used to the stretch.
you had no intentions of being patient with him. you slid the rest of himself inside of you, a small smile on your face as you looked at him. just from that alone, how warm and wet your pussy was he was ready to cum again. your hands made their way to his chest, your knees pressing on either side of his thighs as you lifted yourself up, plopping back down.
your mouth fell open, feeling him hit the deepest part inside of you. Konigs hands were quick to make their way to your hips, his head pressed into your neck. "So groß. Ich glaube nicht, dass ich es ertragen kann". you whimpered, moving back up him and plopping back down. he loved hearing how big he was, how you didnt think you could take him. he loved how small you were compared to him, it was one of his biggest turn ons.
you eventually picked up the pace, watching as his body pressed tighter against you. "slow down please libe.. d-don't wanna cum yet." he whimpered, trying to pin your hips down. but your hands found his, moving them away and to the side of him. you knew he could completely power over you right now. and he knew it too. but he wasn't going to. he loved submitting to you. he loved when you took over his body for him. he loved when you were so careless with him.
your head fell back, allowing you to hear just how wet your pussy was when it moved up and down him. you clenched around his cock, emitting yet another pathetic whimper from him. "K-Koni~" you'd moan out, looking back at his face. his eyes were rolled back, mouth ajar as pathetic little whimpers left his lips. the sight yet again made you clench around his girth, his hips bucking up helplessly. "g-getting close engel.. so close." he whimpered, looking into your eyes.
you leaned down, pressing your still wet lips to his. your hips never stopped the pace they were at, despite the burning feeling that took over your legs. you were too cock drunk and he was too pussy drunk for you to give up. "Ich will, dass du so tief in mir abspritzt. Kannst du das?" you whispered against his lips, pulling his bottom one gently.
Konig couldnt even respond with a 'yes, ill cum inside you baby' before he ..came inside you, crying out desperately as his hips bucked up into you. it definitely through you off guard, not realizing how much your words truly turned this man on. and it threw him off guard even more. but it was a good feeling, and it was definitely the hottest thing ever for you.
you watched as his body shook and twitched with each bounce you gave, only getting closer and closer to your high. Konig lifelessly moved to rub your clit, his head in your neck as he whimpered the most desperate pleas into you. "please cum around my cock.. n-need to feel you cum around me." he whimpered, thrusting up into you.
your stomach began to twist with pleasure, feeling his tip hit right at your womb. his cum ran between your legs, coating them. "K-Koni i.. im gonna cum.. oh God." your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him into you as your cum coated his cock, your back arching against him. his thumb continued to rub on your clit, his hips slowly thrusting up into you.
panting, you pulled away from him, pushing his body away from you. as if he was dead, he laid against the back of the couch, looking up at you. his forehead was covered in sweat, lips parted as he took long, slow breaths. "how.. long have you been learning?" he breathed out, keeping his thumb pressed against your clit. you smiled, leaning against his chest.
"almost a year now. I wanted to surprise you in a more romantic way but.. I couldn't help it." you admitted, closing your eyes to the sound of his heartbeat.
you both remained like this for a good half hour, listening to each others breathing. is hands ran up and down your back, his dick softening inside you. "shall we go shower?" he eventually asked, looking at his watch. you sat up, smiling to him. "Ja." you responded.
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currentfications · 6 months
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Ocean Eyes | Part 1
Pairing: Bada Lee x Producer!Reader
Synopsis: You’re the newest member to Jam Republic Agency’s South Korean branch, starting next week as a music producer. You’ve arrived a few weeks in advance to settle into the area, and was advised by the agency to stop by JustJerk to greet another fellow member, famous choreographer Bada Lee.
Warnings: Swearing
AN: Recently relocated to this blog, hope you enjoy the read!
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Standing in front of the building, you take a deep breath and hope that the heart throb dancer you’ve seen on the dance show is as down to earth as Latrice have previously mentioned. Knowing that they are still filming the final few episodes of Street Women Fighter 2 and the possibility that the team’s schedule is jam packed, you crossed your fingers that you’ve arrived at a good time for a quick hello.
Walking into the reception area, you were greeted by the receptionist and stated your reasons of visit, along with a few administrative details. Once that is completed, you waited in front of the elevator, quickly checking your outfit. You’re wearing a turtleneck and an oversized coat, skirts with an opaque black tights underneath. Almost every inch of your skin was covered, a lesson you’ve learned during your visit to Akanen in Japan - people tend to stare a lot when you have this amount of tattoos, little artwork you’ve collected like stickers all over your body. Then there’s the intimidation factor, where people tend to find you inapprochable; you’ve decided to cover up a little for your first meet up with your agency member.
You noticed a loose shoelace right before the elevator arrived and squat down to lace up your platform boots - a signature piece on you that you never leave home without, a relic you take from your past life in Australia. The elevator dinged and you straightened yourself up to walk in.
The metal doors opened up to seven girls already inside, presumably coming up from the parking lot. Your eyes widen as you recognised the members of BEBE looking back at you, pausing their chatter to give you a polite nod. Initially planning on greeting the group leader in their studio, the sudden encounter took you by surprise. You entered the elevator with the girls and returned the greeting, only to promptly turn around to press on a random floor button. The doors closed and a moment of awkward silence filled the room.
When the elevator next opened up you excused yourself from the situation, “Have a great day lovely ladies,” came out of your mouth as you contemplated between ‘great day’ and ‘lovely day’, you marched down the corridor as the metal door slams behind you, trying to maintain your composure. As soon as the elevator moved on to the other floors you squatted down near the corridor, trying to bury your face from the encounter. You pulled out your phone to text the other Jam Republic dancer for a rant.
Y/N: LATRICE I COULDNT DO ITTTTT
Latrice: Wdym are u still standing in front of the building?
Latrice: Just walk in already u cowardly bitch 🥱
Y/N: I DID
Y/N: b-but they were just in the elevator and it was so cramped and so awkward and I freaked out 😭😭
Latrice: Ma’am are u telling me u were silent the whole elevator ride and followed them to the studio like a creep??
Y/N: What no I’m not an idiot wtf
Y/N: I went to a random floor instead
Latrice: Oh god you dumb cunt, I told u she’s really nice didn I?
Y/N: … yes :(
Y/N: … but they’re like really cute
Y/N: … and I was in an elevator with ALL 7 OF THEM
Y/N: Your honour it’s not my fault that I have problem talking to hot girls in an enclosed space
Latrice: boo, u whore
Y/N: Yes now come pick me up I know you and Kirsten are still in the area
On the other side of the elevator, the group exchanged a look and all started giggling. Your all black attire and looking statue, though did not help to make you any less intimidating, made quite an impression on the dancers. “Who’s that?” Sowoen was the first to break through the giggles. “I think I might’ve had a crush.” The youngest of the group twirled her hair between her fingers.
“Oh wow what about me?” The leader of the group interjected, her supple lips pouty, feigning a look of heartbreak.
Lusher lightly smacked their leader’s shoulder, “No but Sowoen is right, ‘lovely ladies?’ Damn that was smooth.” Tatter nodded and hummed along in agreement.
“Y’all see another tall hot dancer and have forgotten all about me, I see how it is.” Bada complaint and continued to fake-sulk. When the elevator opened up at their floor, your cotton candy perfume dissipated and the tall dancer found herself missing the sweet scent in the air.
Tatter side eyed her leader, “Emphasis on hot dancer, so you agree with our sentiment too huh-” her sentence was cut short by Bada poking her sides. “Attention ladies and gentlemen, Bada Lee has her eye on someone. I repeat, Ms. Lee is checking out someb-” the blonde was again attacked mercilessly by the taller girl.
“Excuse me I think I called first dib?” The youngest of the group protested. “I had eyes on mother first and I’ll fight.”
The group turned to her and all chimed in with disagreement, “Baby girl have you seen her? She’s gonna break your heart. I’ll have her instead.” The fox-eyed dancer added. The team laughed in unison as they got ready for the Performance Battle, putting aside their curiosity for the stranger.
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lnfours · 8 months
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hiii do u still take reqs? if so can u write one about intern!reader in stark industries and they bump to each other in the lab being like omg what r u doing here arent u in most of my classes in uni stuff like that and hes surprised that she got to fixed spiderman’s web shooters when he couldnt figure it out himself 😭 just sum cute getting closer and closer stuff :((((( tysmmm 🩷🩷
ANON THIS IS SO CUTE MY HEART IS BURSTING
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you wandered into the lab early that morning, wanting nothing more than just to get ahead on some new projects. what you didn’t expect was someone else sitting in the lab when you walked in. he almost spooked you, almost made you drop your cup of coffee.
“oh, sorry,” he chuckled, “didn’t mean to scare you. i didn’t know anyone else was coming in today.”
you shook your head, eyes moving towards what he was working on on the metal table in front of him, “it’s okay, i don’t mind sharing.”
he smiled softly, but your eyes scanned his familiar features. you pulled your eyebrows together, trying to rack your brain on where you’ve seen the boy before.
“you look familiar,” you said, “do i know you?”
he smiled, “i got to empire state, we have a few classes together.”
you pressed your palm against your forehead, feeling like an idiot, “that’s right! you’re peter, right?”
he nodded, “yeah. you’re y/n y/l/n, right?”
you smiled and nodded. the two of you started to work on your projects, low music playing in the background. the small talk continued about class.
however, you couldn’t help but notice what he was working on. it looked like he was struggling a little bit, cursing under his breath as he dropped the screw driver.
“i don’t have enough caffeine in me for this right now.” he joked and you sent him a small smile.
“need some help?” you wondered and he looked over at you with a soft smile.
“i mean, you’re busy-“
“no, it’s okay, i’m almost done,” you smiled, rolling your chair over to his table, “woah, what’s all this?”
“a new design i’ve been working on for web-shooters,” he said, “this design is supposed to have upgraded cartridges that can hold more web fluid, that way they’re not running out all of the time.”
you nodded, “i’ve seen tony work on something like this before. he said it was for spider-man, i think.”
he let out a shaky breath. should he tell you? no, you’re just a stranger to him.
“yeah, i help spider-man, uhm, design things.”
you nodded, impressed, “that’s cool.”
he nodded back, “yeah, very cool.”
you examined the web shooter, pointing out some of the things he should change to make it work. the two of you began working, he handed you some of the parts as you screwed them in.
after an hour of tinkering, you handed him the upgraded device with a smile, “give that a shot.”
he inserted the newly improved web cartridge. you watched as his fingers moved to press the button in the middle of his palm, the web shooting out and sticking to the wall nearby. you bit down on your bottom lip, shaking your head at the thoughts.
“wow,” he smiled, “that worked! it totally worked! you’re a genius.”
you smiled, “just here to help.”
he offered to help with your designs, some new arrows for clint and kate. the two of you made some more small talk.
“so, when did you start interning?” he asked.
“a couple weeks ago,” you said, twisting the arrowhead onto the shaft, “what about you? how’d you land that spider-man gig?”
he shrugged, “friend of a friend.”
you nodded, “that’s still pretty cool.”
he nodded, watching as you worked. he was in awe of you. he had been ever since you answered one of the hardest questions in class.
“how would you,” he started softly, his nerves getting the best of him as he cleared his throat, “would you like to, uhm, get coffee or something sometime?”
you smiled, “yeah, i’d really like that.”
the two of you looked up as the door to the lab closed, tony smiling as he walked inside.
“spider-boy, i see you’ve met the newest brainiac, y/n.”
your eyes widened a little as peter stiffened, you looked over at him.
“wait, you’re spider-man?”
great. thanks tony.
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napofamoon · 10 months
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🤭 cowboy tyun who comes back to ur shared hotel room after the concert just to have the door slammed right as he walks in. him wondering wtf your problem is until you start with a low tone ,, "fucking slut. bet you want all your fans to be drooling over you with how low your shirt is unbuttoned. why didnt you just take it off for them, hm?" as youre talking, you start pushing him more towards the bed until hes underneath you. u quickly work to actually take the shirt off him, then twisting his nipples hard until he's whining under your touch.
but did u really think you'd be in control for long?
he flips you over so hes on top this time, having his way with you bc you are "overreacting"
ahh first time writing smth like this can you tell 😭 hope itll give you inspo tho <3 (ik i made it move too fast sorry)
my cowboy.
idol!taehyun x nonidol fem!reader; smut mdni
when your boyfriend shows up to sound check at one of his concerts looking like a cowboy, your intention was to put him in his place.. but he put you in yours.
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warning: switch!tyun, no protection used, haha cowboy tyun if it wasnt obvious already, nipple play, manhandling, dacryphilia, intense orgasm, implied cum play at the end, dumbification, degradation towards taehyun, lots of praise towards reader, thats it i think
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it wasn’t your intention to get super riled up at taehyun for wearing the most flattering outfit you’ve ever seen him in.. all blue denim with cowboy boots and a matching cowboy hat. to be honest, he looked super fine and you weren’t upset at that… until you looked at his chest. more buttons open than closed, perfect toned chest out in the open for everyone to see and in certain angles you can see the full outline of his tit, nipple almost exposed. thats why with your panties drenched from arousal of thinking about the boy in the cowboy hat, you sit squirming on the hotel room bed awaiting his return. and it isnt until you’re about to fend for yourself and begin touching your cunt when the culprit finally comes to the hotel room.
immediately standing up, you see how he’s dressed the same way as during soundcheck, not even allowing him to say a proper hi before slamming the door closed. its enough to startle him and give you a confused look.. but one glance at the way your eyes trail down to his chest, he knew why you were so worked up. fucking slut, you tell him, pressing a finger against his bare chest and slightly pushing him onto the bed. who gave you permission to wear this in front of your fans? hovering over him, he grows small under you and gulps down hard when your hands caress his chest. answer me, you reply with pinching his nipple gently from underneath the denim fabric. taehyun lets out a restrained whimper, finally letting his head fall back against the bed not caring about his hat anymore.
i bet it was to rile all your fans up hm? leaving nothing to the imagination,, thats what you like, isn’t it? all the attention on you? fucking whore, straddling his hips and grinding against his very prominent hard on under his jeans. he places his hands on your hips and moans your name out from those pretty lips of his,, hmm but too bad he didn’t feel like bottoming tonight~ in one quick motion he flips the both of you over, his soft lips against your neck as you succumb into submission to your boyfriend.. his lips sucking softly against your skin, bruises forming very slightly afterwards. t-taehyun.. you whimper out, trying to flip the both of you over but of course it doesnt work,, silly girl~
running a hand through his hair as he leaves pretty marks on your neck and rids of you of all your clothes, well would you look at that,, pretty girl making such a pretty mess.. taehyun groans the minute his hand touches your wet cunt, so so messy and just for him~ look at you.. all wet for me, he whispers in your ear, rubbing your clit slightly with his fingers. wanted to see you all riled up for me like this, its so hot baby i couldnt help myself. you bite your lip to suppress a moan, but it comes out louder than expected, making the boy above you smirk. he grabs one of your hands and places it where his fingers were, encouraging you to rub your cunt as he strips himself naked <3 rock hard dick slapping against his abs,, all for his girl hm?
whining as you rub yourself rather quickly, you buck your hips in need. dont worry <3 your cowboy’s got you.. thrusting his cock inside of you slowly, stretching you out perfectly.. your gummy walls fitting him in like a glove as he kisses you so so lovingly. he places his hands on your hips, kissing down your neck once again.. his pace getting faster and deeper until he’s pounding into you as you scream his name. closing your eyes in pleasure when he rubs your thighs and places them over his shoulders, scream my name he says skin slapping being loud enough to cover his voice. desperate whimpers coming from you, unable to even speak a word,, poor baby’s fucked dumb already~
hot tears falling from your eyes are enough to have taehyun begin rubbing your clit, your orgasm being so so close. f-fuck baby, he moans out when you clench down on him, running hands against your chest and gripping down on your boobs gently. gonna c-cum! you cry out in pleasure, body shaking and orgasming on its own right after. such a pretty sight to see you a mess underneath taehyun <3 how his girl screams his name at the intense orgasm,, and how your sweet pussy squeezes his dick so nicely.. so much so his hot cum spurts inside you, painting your gummy walls as he grunts and moans against your neck. you mumbling how good he felt inside you, loving the post orgasm feel of your boyfriends body on yours.. but all his mind is up to is seeing his cum leak out of your abused cunt ><
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chansleftpinkytoe · 2 years
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Pairing: Han Jisung x Reader
Genre: smut
Synopsis: you invited Jisung, your best friend, over to sleep over at your house. He goes through your unlocked phone that had all your fantasies of Jisung written in them.
Warnings: dom!Jisung, sub!Reader, cum eating, hair pulling, fingering, oral (f receiving), choking
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Jisung walks into your house with bags of snacks and a backpack on, his bright smile blinding your eyes. You laugh softly at how cute he looked and closes the door when he gets through the door way "so many snacks, Hannie~" you lock the door and walk over to the male to help with the bags. Jisung places his backpack down by the couch in your living room, humming happily "I couldnt help myself, they all looked tasty" you lay the snacks out on the coffee table, sitting on the couch "how long do you wanna stay up, Hannie?"
Jisung stretches his arms up into the air as he let's his body fall back into the couch "until we pass out" his words making you giggle as you nod, "sounds good to me!" You connect a game console to the big TV in the room, handing one of the 2 controllers to Jisung. "Ready to lose? Hmmm?" You tease and cross your legs, smiling widely. Jisung rolls his eyes playfully at your words "I'll win this match, you just watch"
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After an hour of playing games, you put your controller down on the coffee table. "Ah geez~! My back is killing meee!" You whine out and slump against Jisung, smiling as you look through your phone, immediately clearing your recently used apps. (Sweating intensifies) Jisung catches your actions but doesnt think too much about it, not caring. He rests his head on top of yours as he looks at your phone, he too is curious on what your (tiktok) feed is like.
The two of you laugh and make stupid videos until the urge to go to the bathroom hit you, you giggle and give your phone to Jisung "I gotta go use the bathroom, Hannie~ I drank too much juice, tell me if you find any videos you wanna do" you walk away to the bathroom. Jisung nods and sits back down on the couch, scrolling through your phone.
He lowers the volume on your phone and starts going through your phone, quite curious on what's in your camera roll, other social media feeds,,,, he stops when he sees an app that hes not familiar with "is this a period tracker or..?" He mumbles to himself and quickly turning your phone over, screen down when he hears you shout from afar.
"Hannie!!! Im gonna take a shower really quick, okayy?!" Your words making him sigh slightly in relief, replying with a not so loud "okay". When he hears the door close, he flips your phone screen back towards him, pressing on the app that he didnt recognize. "Oh it's just notes~ let's see what this idiot writes in here.." he whispers to himself as he presses on one of the tabs, blinking in surprise. "Geez, is this her diary or wha.." he quiets down as he begins to read it.
I just saw a video on twitter, the guy was choking the girl as he pounded into her, I wanna see if being choked feels as good as these people make it look
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I think hair pulling would hurt, especially if they're really rough, I dont think theres anything wrong with some pain during sex, I kinda want Hannie to pull my hair
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I dont know how many inches I can take, this girl took 5 inches and he made her scream so much, Is Hannie 5 inches? He could make me scream just like her right?
[Insert y/n dildo masterbating video here]
Jisung sees the black screen of the video, pressing on the play button in curiosity, his lips curled into a smirk from the things hes read about his best friend, who knew she could have such naughty fantasies about him. He hums and relaxes into the couch when he sees the video start, his eyes widening when he sees the phone propped up, showing a girl's dripping pussy as a long rubber dildo lays right next to you. "wha- is this- theres no way-" he moves the phone closer to his face, turning the volume up just a bit, listening to the girl's moans as she thrusts the dildo into herself at a slow but deep pace.
"F-fuck.. this is- ngh! W-way to big-!" The voice whimpers out, breathless and fucked out. "I-Is this 5 inches.. Its so d-deep" the voice pants out, the toy obviously being way more than 5 inches. Jisung stares at the girl in the video, a bulge slowly appearing in his sweats, "that's her voice.. damn y/n.." he groans out softly, resting his free hand over his boner, staring at the video of you. You make the toy thrust in faster into yourself, moaning loudly when you feel the toy hit your sweet spot perfectly, you continue to thrust the toy quickly, desperate to cum.
"M-My god! R-Right there, Hannie!!" You scream out as your pussy clenches around the toy, as you shove the whole thing into yourself, your legs shaking as you let out a loud moan. You slowly thrust the toy, helping you ride out your orgasm, before pulling the toy out. The video ends as Jisung drops the hand that was holding the phone onto his lap, his jaw to the ground as his eyes almost pop out his socket.
"Hannie..?"
The soft voice made him snap his head to the side, his eyes landing on you. A tank top with shorts as your hair let's a few water droplets fall to the ground. "Y-Yeah?" Jisung licks his slightly dry lips as he gulps lightly, he smiles at you and tilts his head "w-what's up?" His body language made you glance down at your phone "..what were you looking at? Are you okay?" You speak softly as your attention goes back to the male that was flushed and stiff.
Jisung nods quickly "I'm fine! I'm fine.." he grabs your phone and looks at it, his eyes widening a bit when he realizes your phone turned off, meaning.. it locked, he didnt get the chance to close the app. You reach for your phone as you tilt your head, watching him pull his hand away a bit. You pout your lips as he pulls his hand further away, you lean over his lap, your hand on top of the hand that he was covering his lap with, pressing his hand down as you grab your phone, freezing your movements when you hear him groan.
A few moments of silence before you punch his tummy, snatching your phone away from him "I'm not that heavy, you asshole" you sit back down on the couch, scooting away from him as you sulk, never realizing how he had to deal with you being heavy. Jisung places a pillow over his lap and shakes his head "that's not it! You're not heavy at all, y/n!" He quickly grabs your wrist when you were about to unlock your phone. "What are you doing.. you're acting weird"
Jisung loosens his grip around your wrist, "sorry.. but uh let's keep playing games" you nod at his words as your eyes go down to your phone screen "alright," you unlock your phone and slowly turn pale when you see your notes app open "Hannie.. why were you going through my phone?" your softly spoken words made Jisung freeze up slightly "i-i just got curious.." he mumbles and looks away, still flustered.
"Do you wanna try those out.." Jisung whispers softly, pinning both your wrists onto the couch as he hovers over you, his face just a few inches away from yours. You whisper in response, your face going red "try..what, Hannie?" Jisung licks his lips and presses his lips against yours, his bone right against your leg. Your eyes widen slightly before kissing back, shocked that you finally got to kiss the person you liked for so long..
Jisung groans into the kiss, feeling your leg move and rub against his boner "y/n.." he moans out softly before pulling away from the kiss, pulling your shirt off of you, licking his lips at the sight of your chest. You slightly sit yourself up, your arms slowly going behind you as you unclip your bra, giggling quietly at Jisung's face "Hannie.. my eyes are up here" you tease as you toss your bra onto the ground.
Jisung gently grabs both of your tits, gasping softly. He leans down and glances up at you, you rest your hand in his hair, playing with it. He lets out a soft groan before licking your right nipples, sucking and nibbling down on it. Your soft moans filled Jisung's ears as he pulls away from your tits, he undresses you completely and stares at your body for a while, sitting up to get a good view.
You whine as you get embarrassed, "Hannie stop staring.." you whimper out as you rub your thighs together. Jisung gulps and blinks when he finishes staring. He grabs your knees and forces them open, moaning softly at the sight of your dripping pussy. "And I thought it looked pretty in the video.." he leans down, drooling at the sight. Your cheeks flush red from his words "you saw that too..?"
Jisung smirks softly "I did.. and i would love to see more videos of you doing that, y/n.." he starts eating you out like a starving man, like your pussy was his first and last meal. Your back arches off the couch as your hands tangle into Jisung's hair, loud moans and soft gasps leaving your mouth, "O-Oh my- Hannie!!" You shut your eyes as the pleasure felt way better than what you've ever experienced.
Jisung shoves 2 fingers into your pussy, sucking and licking your clit perfectly. You moaning his name was all he wanted to hear, the only thing he needs to hear at the moment. "Right-- ngh! There Hannie!" His fingers curl and thrust into your sweet spot roughly, making you scream his name. His cocky smirk never leaving his face as he slightly bites your clit.
"O-Oh my gosh!! J-Just like that Hannie! I'm gonna cum-! Gonna cum!" You buck your hips up desperately, his long slender fingers never stopping. You moan out loudly and cum all over his fingers, panting heavily as you drop your hands to your sides.
"We're not done yet, cutie.." Jisung's words made your pussy clench around his fingers as he slides them out of you slowly. He grabs your hips and flips you onto all fours, his hand immediately hitting your ass. You whimper softly and turn your head to the side, looking at Jisung "H-Hannie?"
Jisung looks at you and licks his lips "yeah? What?" He gently rubs your butt, soothing the spot he hit, his eyes on your dripping wet pussy, watching it clench around nothing. You blush heavily and look down at the couch "please.. need to be full" your words come out soft and quiet making Jisung groan. He unzips his pants and slowly takes his cock out, stroking it a few times. "I'm gonna put it in now..okay?" He grabs your thigh with one hand, his other hand still stroking himself.
You spread your legs a bit wider, pushing your ass back slightly. Jisung slowly pushes his cock into you, you gasp and grip onto the couch. "You're so tight, y/n.." he groans out before pulling your hips against his, his cock pushing all the way into you and pushing at your cervix. You scream loudly, gripping onto the couch as your head drops onto the couch. Jisung moans loudly and bites his lip, "o-oh.. I cant go any deeper.. dont tell me you cant take anymore"
His words come out cocky as you can feel him smiling. Tears run down your face as your thighs tremble "N-No! I can t-take it, Hannie! 5.. inches.. is.. nothing" your words making him scoff "5 inches? That's what you think? I'm way bigger.." his fingers dig into your thigh as he starts thrusting, hitting your sweet spot and the deepest parts of you perfectly. Your loud moans filled the room as Jisung speeds his thrusting up, moaning.
"F-Fuck!! Han-!" You get cut off by Jisung wrapping his hand around your throat, pulling you up as his hand squeezes your throat. You gasp for air as you choke out a moan,, being choked felt so.. good. Jisung moans as he feels your pussy clench around him, "you like that? Huh?" You grab your tits and squeeze them together, biting your lip to silence yourself. Jisung's eyebrows burrow together slightly, slapping your ass
Your bottom lip slips from your teeth as you scream, Jisung's tip pushed past your cervix, you cry out as you nod your head "m-more!! So close! Make me-- cum hannie!" Jisung shuts his eyes and pushes your upper body back down onto the couch, grabbing a handful of your hair. He pulls your head back as he thrusts roughly into you, you place your hand on your tummy, feeling Jisung move in and out of you. You push your hips back against Jisung's, screaming his name out as the feeling of your orgasm rushes all over you body.
Jisung snaps his hips into you before cumming, painting your gummy walls white. You moan at the feeling and cry softly as your legs tremble against Jisung's thighs. "S-So full.. so full, Hannie-" you sob out and arch your back when you feel him thrust slowly. "So tight and pretty for me, y/n.. I could ruin you for hours" he moans out softly, his words would make you clench around his cock. "H-hours..?" Your face flushes pink as you hesitantly roll back against.
You could feel his cock slip out your cervix, making you whine out loudly, Jisung catches on and thrusts at a fast pace, chuckling softly "you want me all the way in? Hm? Fuck you until you pass out?" He pushes his cock all the way back into you making you scream and shake your head, the overstimulation was too much for you as you choke on your tears. Jisung pulls your hair and growls lightly, "so fucking tight y/n-!" His thrusts speeding up as he shuts his eyes tight.
You cover your mouth and moan loudly, your eyes rolling back from the pleasure. "K-Keep going! Dont s-stop Hannie!" You cry out desperately as your back arches, your orgasm made you feel like you were on cloud 9, you squirting all over Jisung's thighs in the process. You nod your head and mutter quietly, he fucked you stupid, your thighs shaking even more then before.
Jisung looks down at his legs and chuckles, watching your juices flow down. He pulls his cock out of you and strokes himself, cumming on your back as he coos at you. "My goodness, y/n.. such a mess" he kisses your head and pants softly
Your body drops onto the couch as you stare at the wall, dazed. Jisung chuckles softly and cleans you both up, taking care of you and cleaning up the couch. He picks you up and takes you to the bathroom, he turns the tub water on and let's the tub fill as he sits you on the counter. You look at Jisung, staring at him with big doe eyes. Jisung looks at you and tilts his head "what's up?" He smiles at you like he always does, that big bright friendly smile.. you open your mouth and speak "what.. are we?"
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valduin111 · 1 year
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Could Gaster ever travel to Gman's universe? Would he be able to?
Ooh.. what if something bad happens to Gman and Gaster is left alone in the dark about it for a good while
Gaster does not have the same interdimensional capabilies that allow gman to travel through universes and realities and all that, so no, he couldnt travel by his own volition.
At some point, gman gives him a tiny device of his own making, linked directly to himself, so wherever in the multiverse he is he will always be there in case of an emergency.
It's like a button of sorts, that alerts him when pressed. It's shaped like the vault in half life alyx (i dont quite remember what the shape itself is called) and is activated by twisting it. This is is not important but i wanted you to know anyways cause i thought it was neat lol
As for the second thing..... ooooohhh boy. Gman doesnt show up one day and Gaster thinks nothing of it (they are both busy men, sometimes things come up)
But then he doesnt show the day after either. Or the next. Or the next
And after a week Gaster presses the button, and hopes his boyfriend will show up and tell him it's fine, he was busy, and why would you use the emergency button, silly? Its okay, dont apologize, you were worried. Are you okay?
But he doesnt.
I dont know what couldve happened, tbh, some employer bullshit or a VERY powerful entity on one of his jobs managed to catch him off guard. The latter is more plausible i think. My idea of the employers is that they dont really care what gman does outside of his work hours; they wouldnt be antagonistic in this. Not to this level at least.
...oh my god im having ideas for an actual story for this. I. Would. Would yall read a fanfic if i did that?
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wolferals · 2 years
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good girl**
henry cavill x reader
warnings: heavy smut!, oral sex (female receiving), vaginal sex, choking, finger sucking kink, daddy kink
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Henry stood up to open his belt in a rapid motion. You on the other hand were working on opening the buttons on your little flower dress. He looked down at you all hungry.
He turned you on so bad even though you were aware of the fact that this person was not you in any way.
„Fuck." he groaned as you pulled down his pants for him and with that his black boxer briefs as well.
You bit your lip staring at this monster right in front of you. His dick was not only long and thick, it was pulsating in front of your face.
„Come here." he moaned and picked you up on your legs just to carry you to his bedroom.
There he basically threw you on the bed, spread your legs rather harshly and settled inbetween.
„Hmm you’re soaked baby." he licked his lips.
You leaned back against his soft mattress and enjoyed how he was placing kisses on your thighs before he pulled your panties down and slapped your left ass cheek.
„On your stomach come on, please."
You smiled, he had asked you, not demanded it.
So you did what he had told you and opened your legs.
You were still wearing half of your dress, he simply pulled up your skirt and grabbed onto your butt.
„You're so fucking wet y/n." Henry groaned deeply.
Right after that you felt his kiss on your ass cheek.
„Be quiet, okay?"
You nodded.
And before you could say anything, his tongue was already working wonders on your pussy. He was kitten licking your clit and occasionally stuck his tongue into you.
You were officially in heaven. Your nails clawed into his mattress and you bit into his pillow to not scream out loud.
Henry seemed to enjoy giving you the pleasure you had been seeking for for too long.
I mean, you werent a virgin at all but your ex wasnt as serious with you as you were about your guys' relationship.
It just overwhelmed you how much time and energy Henry put into making you feel good.
„Shh baby, i got neighbors." he chuckled and stopped for a second.
You couldnt help but have moaned out.
You spread your legs even more but Henry seemed to have other plans. He slapped your hips and said:"On all fours baby."
As he said, you did.
You got on all fours and waited for his further actions.
Suddenly you felt his stomach hit your back and he brought his right hand to your throat, lightly pressing you up.
„Tell me what you want."
You could feel your juices run down your leg from how much he was turning you on.
Never had a guy done that to you. Made you beg.
They were mostly too horny to wait.
„Fuck me please." you pleaded but you just felt him shake his head.
„No baby, what do you really want?"
He was just as horny as you, it was very visible in his voice. His abs rock hard on your back.
„I want you to fuck me up, destroy my pussy, make me feel good." you choked out. You were embarrassed to say such things out loud but Henry seemed to love it because he spent no time slowly slipping his cock in you. He was too thick for your little hole.
„Ahh fuck yes baby." He moaned out and held onto your back for support.
You could barely hold yourself up from how good it felt.
Henry noticed and spoke:"Face down ass up bebe."
He pushed your face into the pillow and took a handful of your hair.
He gave you a little to get used to his size before you reassured he could move.
And he drew out.
„Yess please." you moaned and closed your eyes in pleasure. His cock was bigger than what you had been used to but it felt too fucking good to think about the pain he was giving you.
Henry didnt waste any time and kept going faster and faster, he fucked you like never before.
You had never heard a man really moan. Like really moan. The deep groans, occasional whimpers, heavy breathing.
The angels were singing for you that moment.
The pleasure had taken over you and it was hard not to think about how bad you wanted this to last forever.
„Y/n, fuck. Harder come on. You can take it.“
He was so hot.
You then took all the energy you had left and went up on all fours again, moving against him as well. He seemed to be freaking out according to the noises that were leaving his mouth.
„Y/n i cant, fuck this.. too good." He suppressed while still slamming into you as hard as he could.
You were so going to be sore the next day.
And you were so fucked once this was over. In the sense of regretting sleeping with him.
But that thought left your mind immediately and you moaned out his name loudly.
His name was like a mantra to you.
It was all you wanted to say for all eternity.
„Bebe no..." He threw you off and leaned forwards against your back.
„Hen dont stop." you spoke and stared at the mattress beneath you to focus on not coming right away.
As if he had read your mind, he pulled out and slapped your ass again.
„Back." he sounded harsh now.
You turned around and fell onto the bed again.
„Open up." Henry spread your legs and lied inbetween.
He slipped inside again and immediately started fucking your already tired pussy again. Missionary was even hotter to you. Seeing the pleasure in his face, how his mouth opened and his eyes rolled back, it killed you.
While he was pounding you, he suddenly stuck two fingers in your mouth, making you circle them with your wet tongue.
He moaned out as you started sucking on them.
„Baby, it’s too much.“
Henry shortly after removed his fingers from your mouth again and placed his hand around your throat.
You were thrown off guard by his actions, you had never been choked. And to be fair, you had never wanted to.
He just lightly pressed and observed your facial expression.
You then pulled him down by his neck to kiss him again.
His tongue loved playing with yours while his cock was still deep inside of you.
Getting closer and closer to your own orgasm you got louder as well. He loved it when you were vocal, at least his face told you. Everytime you moaned his name or something like „yes please" or „harder" he smiled. Genuinely.
He noticed his own high coming so he took all his energy together to fuck you as hard as never before. His cock was going in and out of you that you could barely see it at all.
Suddenly you felt his entire body twitch and he screamed out loud. He thrusted a couple more times before grabbing your neck again, making you moan.
„Cum for me babe. Cum on my cock. Squirt for me."
You couldnt help but cry out when your own orgasm hit you. Hard.
You in fact did squirt on him, the bed was soaked.
He grinned while looking down at the mess you had made.
„Such a good girl.“ he cooed and gave you another kiss on the lips before laying down next to you.
You both had to catch your breath.
This had been the wildest you've ever been or done it.
And the choking? Loved it.
The dirty talk? More please.
Henry? All of him.
It didnt take you long before you drifted off and you didnt even notice how Henry put your panties back on you and changed the sheets underneath your much too exhausted body.
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moyaca · 2 years
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September 23rd
So yesterday, I tried prepping to stream for the first time. I have already come to the conclusion that nothing will go right and i just need to start now and fix later. I have had this beefy computer since black friday last year and am finally getting a chance to use it to its full capacity. I organized my desk which was sorely needed for leg room issues, but when it came to just pressing the button, i couldnt. I kept looking at the clock and trying to time manage with things like dinner, or when my wife would get home, and kept psyching myself out that it would not work out. So instead of streaming for hours, I played with no audience for hours instead. It did feel good of course to get lost in another world, but then you look and its 2am and realize you have to be up early for the first time since you lost your job.
Doing things like driving everyday are underappreciated honestly. Everytime I go a week without driving, I have to acclimate to the car and being on the road with people. I make simple mistakes and cause issues for my wife. She always gives me this look that says “i knew i should have drove.” The thing is i need that time to acclimate or it wont get the gears turning again. Its the same with applying for jobs, if you havent done it in a long time, its going to go poorly at the start and really just kill your confidence. Especially when the rejection emails start coming in, those sting pretty bad. I found a game company that recently moved in to SFL and I was shocked! We have no video game production studios anywhere. So I applied for the only position I was qualified for. Immediately I get back a response that I dont have enough experience in the video game industry. Well no shit, you need to work in the video game industry to have experience in the video game industry. I sure as hell wont take an unpaid internship to gain experience. That is ludacris when bills are a thing. So then what the hell can I do? The last 2 jobs I have taken were for gaining experience in the gaming industry, and they amount to absolutely nothing to employers.
I feel like im trapped sometimes. All the jobs I do want are in LA, Seattle, New York, hell even Atlanta. My wife’s job is here in SFL, so what am I supposed to do? Tell her to get a job somewhere else? I cant do that to her. It would not be fair. I could leave for some time to one of those states but then I would miss her and be paying rent on 2 different locations. Not a very practical thing. She says she would follow me where ever I would go, but I know she doesnt want to leave. I have to find a way to win here at home. Alternative ways to make money are possible. I just need to apply myself more and more and I can make it. Hopefully…
Thanks for reading,
Chris.
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wickedlygreen · 1 month
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So, I Wrote A Thing
And like, I love it. I really meant it in my last post when I said writing again feels like home. It's just... what I write is so fucking silly and niche and not really for anyone except for me. But maybe someone, somewhere will read this and enjoy? understand? swoon? lol
This really couldnt be possible without some of the best fanfic writers of WWF attitude era, Kai, and Catherine Semerjian. Oh, the smut! The drama! Does anyone else understand?
Lawd. Anyways. Here's the thing!!
Wait For the Tide, and Chant
“Shane? What the hell are you doing here?” The dark haired man stood on her porch at 5am, on a Tuesday morning, looking anxious and a little shocked. 
“We could use some help.  I know it’s late but I didn’t think you’d answer the door with a fucking gun, Evie!” 
She scoffed, glancing at the other people following Shane in the door.  More wrestlers, all three of them blonde, glanced between her and Shane as they entered.  Two of them supported the third, who shuffled his feet weakly.
“Here, set him on the couch,” Evie moved to clear off a section of couch littered with pillows and throws.  She threw a questioning, hard look at Shane before focusing her attention on the injured blonde man.  He was bleeding from the head, dried flakes of blood stuck to the strands of his long hair, while fresh red blood oozed slowly from his scalp.  
“Jesus, what the fuck happened?” 
When none of them answered she rounded on Shane, a touch of dread trickling down into her stomach.  She fucking knew it had something to do with her father.
“Shane?”
He sighed and ran his hand through his chocolate brown hair.  “RAW just ended up going in a fucked up direction.  Evie, I don’t know what else to tell you.  I need to get these guys somewhere safe, I was hoping that’d be here.”  He knew with a bit of bare honesty and the word safe, she’d say yes.  
“Fine.  I’d recommend hiding your car in the garage, you’ll have to pull mine out first.  Here…” She retrieved her keys and pressed them into Shane’s hand.  “And you’re gonna have to tell me what the fuck happened.”  She set off to the hallway to retrieve her (admittedly huge) first aid kit, and a bottle of water.  The three upright men had left, the injured one slumped sideways on the couch.  She pulled a pillow from the couch, kicked it to the floor in front of him and sat.
“Is it alright if I clean up your wounds?”  The caregiver spirit in her itched to tend this harmed man.
“Yes,” is all he whispered.  
“Thank you.”  She began cleaning his head wound, dabbing at the dried blood, trying to get a clear look at the depth of the cut.  “It looks like a fairly shallow gash.  No muscle involvement at least.  It should heal fine without stitches.”  Once it was cleaned and disinfected, she assessed his other injuries.  “Are you dizzy? Or nauseous?”
“No.”
“That’s good.  Can I have a look at your back?” He nodded and Evie helped him sit up and turn away from her.  It was then the three others entered the living room again, totting several duffle bags.  The man she was tending visibly stiffened and turned his face away from them. 
“Shane can show you where to put your things.”  She meant for them to leave the room, they certainly weren’t putting this man at ease.  His unsteady hands were working on his shirt’s buttons, while Evie sprayed more gauze pads with Nolvasan.  The bloody stripes on the back of his shirt told her she would need much more.  “I’ll be back in just a moment.”  She gently touched his arm as she rose to fetch more supplies from the kitchen.
She had a pretty good idea who these men were, and her suspicion of her father’s involvement was only growing.  Shane certainly had some questions to answer, but that could wait.  Grabbing a new pack of gauze, some gloves, and her vaporizer, she returned to the living room to see the man wiping tears from his face.  He turned away again as she approached.  Bloody welts ran the length of his muscular back, strands of his blonde hair stuck in them.  Some welts were just raised, red and swollen; others had broken skin, streams of dried, sticky blood, and purple bruising.  Her heart ached for him, while at the same time her temper flared to life.  What the fuck had happened to him, and how the hell was Shane involved? 
“Can I put your hair up?” she asked.  He nodded and she gathered and bundled his long hair, gently pulling the few strands stuck to his back, twisting and tying it up with the elastic around her wrist.  She placed her hand on his shoulder, squeezed it gently.  “I’m sorry, this is gonna be cold,” she put her gloves on and then began dabbing at the welts, softening and wiping away the dried blood.
“Your name is Christian,  yes?”  A bit of mental distraction, talking, along with some physical distraction, the cold cleansing solution, should be enough to tamp down any lingering distress.  
He nodded.
“I’m Evie.  Shane and I go way back, school and such.” She soaked more gauze, and wiped more welts.  “I’m sure he’s barely said anything about my place.  I was surprised by you guys (at 5 in the fucking morning, no less), but you’re welcome here.  It’s a safe place, I do my best to make sure everyone feels safe here.”  She wiped the last of the blood away, and reached for her handmade balm.  This should speed things along their healing path, she thought, as she smoothed the ointment onto the broken skin.
“That should finish up your poor back.  May I see the cut on your face again?”  He gingerly turned towards her, head still hung low.  She moved back a few escaped strands of hair, and finally he looked at her, finally.  She felt her heartbeat quicken as she reached out to brush his thoughts with her own, staring into his blue gray eyes.
‘Christian, what happened to you?’ she asked the question without saying the words.  Gently, warmly, she showed him her thoughts, questioning, worrying, and sympathizing.  Tears again filled his eyes.
A crack like a whip made her shutter and jump. She saw a tall cloaked figure, welding a whip, another crack rang as the thick falls bit into his back.  He screamed.  
At his feet, holding him down and keeping him still were the other two blondes.  Their heads hung low, but still they did their master’s bidding.  Evie could feel the prickling of betrayal that pressed inside Christian’s chest.  But also a thread of guilt, the knowledge of their lack of choices.  
Another crack slapped a line of fire down his back.  Another and another.  She looked towards the blows, towards the hooded figure, fearing the face she searched for.  His cold green eyes were filled with a hysterical malice.  Her father laughed and growled and grunted while he beat Christian bloody.
There was a loud gasp and she fell, slipped away from his thoughts as he turned away from her, breaking eye contact.  Dread gripped her innards further.  Her father was no longer a safe person.  She was silent for a moment, staring down at her hands, gathering herself.  Nothing else could really be done just now, best to get on with the task at hand.  
Evie took a deep breath and sighed, dabbing away the small bits of fresh blood from his head wound.  
“Thank you for sharing with me.”  She knew it hadn’t been easy for him.  She dabbed a small swipe of ointment down his cut, then, discarding her gloves, she offered him water and the vape.  “You need to hydrate, and some cannabis would be good for your nerves, help you to rest.”  He took both proffered items and managed a small grateful smile at her.  She took a puff of the vape before handing it back, and rising to make her way to the kitchen.  “I need to have a few words with Shane.  Is it alright if I send Adam to get you clothed and comfortable?”  He stilled for just a moment before nodding.  She squeezed his shoulder before leaving to find Shane in the kitchen.  There stood three of the guiltiest looking mother fuckers.  Each of them had a hand in this, and she would hear their excuses, but first…
“Christian needs a new shirt and to lay down in one of the bedrooms,” she said looking directly at the younger, taller blonde.  He nodded, and headed out to the living room.  She sat her first aid kit on the counter and took a seat at the kitchen island. “I’m waiting to hear why you needed my gracious hospitality and top notch nursing skills tonight, Shane.”  He sighed and joined her at the island.  The sideways glance he took at the other man told her there were some things he wasn’t to know.  So… she wouldn’t get the whole story, not yet at least.
“Your father and his ministry of darkness is warring with the Corporation, currently.”
The blonde man’s eyes snapped to hers.  He looked alarmed, as he examined her auburn tinged hair and green eyes.  Shane truly hadn’t told them anything about her.
“There was a plan being carried out and Christian fucked it up.  It wasn’t entirely his fault, but Mark is just so far down this rabbit hole of being the Undertaker, there's no more gray zone for him.  The beating was a punishment, both for Christian and Edge and Gangrel.”
“When’d he start losing his grip on reality?”
“Evie, I have seen some crazy shit that your father does.  Maybe you should be asking that question about me.”
She frowned at him, looking suspicious.  Either Shane was the one losing his shit and drinking the kool-aid, or her fucking father was deep into some serious shit.
“What crazy shit, Shane?  Do you think he has magical abilities? Supernatural control over the dead? What are you even saying?” 
“I mean… I….”  he stuttered and stopped and seemed to redden.  “I, fuck, I haven’t seen the second one yet.”  She could feel her own face flushing as a steady rage bubbled and rose within her.  
What was it with human men and any sort of power?  No matter what sort it was, they could never just possess it.  They always had to inflict it on weaker people.  Always.
“What, exactly, did you see?” She tried to steady her voice, tried to push back against the hot anger that threatened to overwhelm her.  She focused on keeping her breath calm and even.  Shane looked at the other man before answering. 
“You know I’ve never believed in this shit Evie.” Again he raked his hair with his hand.  “When Mideon snapped his ankle last month, just jumping down from the ring, he landed wrong and it snapped. I heard his screams in the back, I saw Doc bracing it, he was about to be taken to the hospital.  But your father took him to his hotel, or something.  The next day he was fine, practicing in the ring, running, jumping.  That injury should have benched him for eight weeks.”
“He mended a broken ankle overnight?” she asked.
“One hundred percent.  There’s other things too.  He has some weird control over Viscera.  It’s like he’s some blank puppet, until Taker decides otherwise.”
“Some sort of mind control?”  Shane nodded, looking embarrassed as admitting to believing in any sort of super natural occurrences.
“The healing is one thing,” She sighed and stood to fetch three waters from her fridge.  “Using people for your own personal gain is something else altogether.”  Though, she thought, not as horrible as it could be.  Her anger and panic were slipping away.  This low level, elementary majik was easily  thwarted, easily contained.
She tossed a water bottle at Shane before handing the other to the silent blonde man.  There was a sharpness in his too blue eyes that unsettled her.  And the fact that Shane most certainly was not telling her everything irked her further.  Gangrel, Shane had called him.  Inwardly she rolled her eyes at the drama these wrestler’s portrayed.  Real life was dramatic enough for Evie, even without false grudges and contrived gangs. 
He stared at her.  His ice blue eyes seemed to assess each of her features, and she found herself considering her own appearance for the first time that night, since Shane had arrived with these strangers.  Messy dark curls fell just past her shoulders, she was sure looked wild and unkempt, a simple tank top and sweatpants were all she wore.  
He was bleeding.  Old dried blood had been wiped back into his hair, but fresh blood still seeped from his scalp.
“You’re hurt.”
“It’s nothing.  I’m fine.”  He wiped the fresh blood away, smearing it further.  She sighed and pulled out a shorter kitchen chair.
“Sit, at least let me clean it.”
“It’s fine, really.”
“Sit.”  She didn't ask.  Instead she opened her first aid kit again, retrieved the opened pack of gauze and bottle of nolvasan.  Reluctantly, the man sat.
“Jesus, it’s almost six am,” Shane yawned widely.  “I need a shower, and bed.”
“You know where both are,” Evie said.  Shane stopped, and hugged her, their usual greeting.  “We have more to talk about tomorrow,” she said.  He clapped the other man on the shoulder before leaving down the hall, shutting a bedroom door behind him.
She took another deep breath, so many of those had been needed tonight, and turned back to the strange man who sat and stared at her.
“I suppose we haven’t really met.”  She offered her hand to the man.  “I’m Evie,” she said.  He reached out, grasping her hand with his much larger, rougher one.
“David,” he said softly before letting go. She smiled.  A name, finally.  He watched her soaking the gauze with the blue solution, watched as she bent closer to his head, looking at his wound.  His staring unsettled her more than she admitted to herself.  Even without looking she felt his eyes on her, searching for something.  She didn’t dare think about attempting to brush his thoughts as she had with Christian.
As she finished cleaning the wound in his hair, his hand reached out, quick as lightening, and grasped her wrist in a painful hold.  Gasping, she pulled it back, dropping gauze she held, sudden panic blinded her as she yanked hard at her arm, still in his grasp.
He let go quickly, but she stumbled in her haste to move away from him, and his arms were suddenly around her, halting her fall backwards, keeping her on her feet.
“No, fuck, I’m so sorry.”  Her heart raced, beating furiously against her chest, panic was stealing her breath and she looked up at his face, terrified.  But she didn't see anything other than regret, softness, worry.   She backed further away from him and his arms fell away from her, as she closed her eyes and took 3 steading breaths.
“What the fuck…” she muttered, pressing back against the kitchen island, she opened her eyes to see him seated once again in the chair, looking remorseful.  Her heart still beat painfully against her chest.
“I’m sorry.” He said again.  “Did I hurt you?”  She stared at him, wide eyed and breathing hard.  
“Yes.” she said.  “I mean,” she looked down at her unharmed wrist, “No, but fuck, you cant just do that to people!”
“I know, I’m so sorry.” she believed the sincerity in his voice.  But was started, for this time, it was someone else’s thoughts brushing against her own.  She stared into his blue blue eyes and let him see the fear, the  panic he had caused.  She showed him the smallest glimpse of the first time a strange man had grabbed her, had hurt her more than she’d ever been hurt, so many years ago. 
She felt David’s regret.  Heard his sincere apology as if he had said it aloud.  ‘But why?’ she asked
“Your tattoo, the one on your arm…” he spoke.  She frowned at him and glanced down at her bare forearm.
“It’s just a tattoo,” she lied, still not looking at him, she moved to retrieve the dropped gauze.  Surprise and suspicion made her close their psychic connection abruptly.  Who was he to know anything about this symbol?  
“No, it’s not.” 
She paused, wondering if it was worth continued denial.  But that in itself was answer enough. David had begun to unbutton his shirt, but before she could even begin to gather her incredulity, she saw his own tattoo, the same as hers. 
Her jaw went slack, and her eyes widened and she was sure she looked like a fish out of water.  But there it was, in the middle of his smooth chest, a decagram surrounded by a ring of runes, the sigil of Ivermony.
It wasn’t altogether impossible, she thought, but what were the chances that Shane had brought a mage of Gaia right to her?  She reached out, moving towards him, as if drawn forward by some majik force.  Energy danced down her arm, coming from her tattoo and traveling to the tips of her fingers.  Her eyes found his and somehow she could feel the cerulean of them, it pulsed and pulled at something inside her, urging her forwards.
Her fingertips brushed the warm skin of his chest, the electric tingle of their skin meeting crackled and buzzed.  She was sure that if she looked, she would see the little flashes of blue energy that passed between them.  
Majik wasn't nearly an everyday event for Evie.  She didn't use it for small inconveniences, she strived to use it to help others, to make the world an overall better place, and to honor and love herself and Mother Gaia.  But never had she stumbled unto such raw, powerful majik, never had she imagined feeling this energy actually crackle between them.  This was more than just coming across a fellow practitioner, more than a chance meeting really not that far away from their covenant.
He struggled to not touch her, Evie could see his hands twitching where they rested on his knees.  It softened her heart more than she’d probably admit. For him to struggle against the pull of this raw majik that she had so easily followed, and what for, except for her own feelings of trust?
She grasped his hand.  Her right hand traced the lines of his decagram, feeling the pull of their energy.  Her left grasped one of his, pressing it to her tattoo.  The power flowed through them, glowing.  From his chest, to her arm, to his hand and back again.  It was exhilarating.
She felt a different sort of energy building, one that seemed to pull her more urgently.  It was just behind her naval, building, growing, moving down her belly, urging her closer towards this man.
No.
The reality of her current situation seemed to crash forcefully into her, and she quickly removed her hand from his chest, again stepping away from him.
Space, she needed space.  Another step away, and she took a deep breath. ‘Has that ever happened to you?’ she asked wordlessly, brushing against his thoughts.
“No.”
His gaze had not waived in intensity, but there was more now, pooling in those cerulean depths than she had seen earlier.  More than curiosity, and remorse.  Heat, longing?  It made her uneasy.
It all made her uneasy.  What sort of majik was that? What did it mean? She had given in to its draw so quickly, so easily…. Losing control, giving in to what her tattoo had demanded… Part of her had not wanted to stop, had wanted to follow wherever the majik had led them, knowing that certainly involved less clothes.  
The need that had grown inside her had triggered her fear response.  But she pushed that particularly uncomfortable thought away and instead looked for something, anything to do.  Her tattoo still tingled intermittently.  Picking up the tin of homemade balm, she hesitated.  Did she really want to be that close to him again?
Yes.
Returning to him, standing between his knees, she reached to move his hair away from the cut on his scalp.  Though now she struggled to find something to say, to fill the growing silence between them.
“When were you last at Ivermony?” She asked.
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anyone got any idea why i (USAmerican located in a major city) called 911 but no one ever came? is it possibly because i just dialed the number, pressed the call button, then didn't interact with my phone again in any way at all until after the call was over? no idea how/why the call end btw cuz i'm pretty sure i didn't do that, but also i was so out of it i almost thought i might have either dreamed/hallucinated calling 911 or perhaps dialed the wrong number, bc i also remember my vision was so fuckin blurry i had a really difficult time trying to unlock my phone, find the phonecall app, navigate to the number pad, and enter 911 (shaking so badly + couldnt hardly read so for all i knew it could just as easily have dialed like 877 or something like that).
also, fun fact is you can tell i must have been fucked all the way out of my mind because i would have called 999 instead if i had been at all able to think straight. like, to put into perspective just how dire these straits must have been, just know that in the past when people called 911 for me, the very first thing i did when i came back to (still unable to move or remember anything or think/speak clearly etc) was to berate them for not calling 999 instead.
anyways, that was my first time calling 911, so i'm not personally intimately familiar with the exact process. however other people have called 911 for me multiple times (always with an arrival time of like 5-10min give or take fwiw), and from what they recounted to me of the event(s), i know the first thing that happens after you dial/call 911 is you get an automated menu with… idr how many choices, but i know it's at least 2 (something like “press 1 for police” or “press 2 for ems” & now that i think of it, i'd bet there might also be something like “press 3 for fire department” too maybe, idk). anyways, the point i'm trying to make here is i wonder if maybe the call automatically gets dropped (almost as if it had never been placed to begin with) if you don't select any input(s) at that menu?
another possibility i just thought of rn is maybe 911 did come out to my general area, but they weren’t able to pinpoint my exact location? i notice that gps devices tend to struggle to pick up on any detailed data in this neighborhood that i recently moved to, like you often can't even see any houses or streets, nada. on top of that, i now live in a duplex which i can only imagine must be the world's most confusing construction of its kind because 9/10 delivery people are unable to find my side of the place. you'd think 911 would be equipped with more advanced technology, or at the very least that they'd put some real thorough effort into their search for an emergency, but idk maybe not.
man i even remember stumbling over to the front door, barely able to walk, to unlock the damn thing so that the police/ems wouldn't have to kick the door down or whatever in order to get in. i really did NOT wanna have to pay to fix or replace the door/locks/frame or whatever lol. literally this was incredibly urgent to me, even during what i genuinely believed may very well be my very last couple of seconds or minutes Alive here on this earth. uh huh, proud to say i am certifiably to remain a cheap bastard right up until my bitter end. that's 1 of maybe 2 total good qualities that i inherited from my father, so i'll take it!
Any ways, moving on to my next point of confusion, i'm sure we've all seen how in the movies sometimes if a character gets seriously injured or w/e, then uses up all of their remaining strength to call 911 before passing out without ever hanging up the phone or making any noise loud enough so as to be audible to the 911 operator, well it doesn't matter bc 911 is able to trace the location of the call, and they show up anyways just to check everything out at least. for ex: i recently watched the ep of sopranos (end of s5/start of s6, idr exactly?) where tony gets shot and then both he & 911 do exactly as i described above.
i asked my mom about all of this, and she just seemed to get a little mad at me and said "911 always comes no matter what. you must have been hallucinating. why didn't you call me instead. i would have been over there right away if you called me but didnt say anything." well my call log sure don't lie do it mother fucker!
well, to wrap this up, in hindsight i am actually really fuckin glad that nothing came of this. still now i'm gonna always wonder what if i really had been unable to recover without medical assistance that day? it just doesn't seem right to me that if you're so unwell that you're physically incapable of speaking or seeing or controlling your fine motor functions well enough & for long enough to get thru the 911 door boss, then it's too fuckin bad for you, your sorry ass is gonna get left to die like a dog convulsing & gasping on the floor in a pool of your own sweat, piss, shit, tears, mucosa, & whatever else i can't all remember. i mean come on, if you can tell 911 your location & describe your emergency, then it can't really be all THAT urgent, now can it?
and now i'm always gonna have that in the back of my mind, wondering what if something bad ever happens to me in the future, but i don't get so lucky again? all i know is what happened to me the other day would have been such a horrible death to die, and that's not even to mention the equally horrible state in which my body would have been found (common paranoia of mine btw, y'all don't even wanna know how many times i've found myself trying to decide whether it'd be more humiliating to die in the shower or on the toilet like elvis. i typically seem to prefer the shower/bath tub personally. how about y'all? weigh in in the comments below, and let's settle this once & for all! please god, before it's too late for me).
however & whenever i die, this experience has left me hoping that i will, at The very least, not be aware enough of anything whatever might be happening to me for any such panicked & ashamed thoughts the likes of which ran thru my head so uncontrollably that scarcely any of them were fully comprehensible at the time. i tried to imagine just how wild of a case study some doctors might write about my death, the kind of thing you read & say to yourself, "i can't believe anyone would be stupid enough to try that in the first place," or perhaps something along those lines.
but looking back on it, let's just say one thing i learned is that if the events of the other day serve as any indication at all, then what i'll regret more than anything when (and if) i'm old & laying down to die in my death bed when my life suddenly flashes before my eyes will be neither some cliche like "missed opportunities" nor any of the plethora of poor life choices that i've made (not to mention all those that i likely have yet to make). my biggest regret is bigger than any of that. that i now must live with the memory for the rest of my days (however many or few i may have left is anyone's guess, apparently) is a fate worse than death, despite the fact that i was the sole witness (and hardly a true "witness" at that, considering that i was at least halfway blind and more than halfway out of my fucking mind thru it all) to the event.
i'm deeply ashamed to admit this, but i keep no secrets here on my tumblr blog, so here it is: my biggest regret is shitting my pants and then calling 911 without first taking a shower. thank fucking god no one came to check on my call. i think i genuinely may have died that day had that happened, of embarrassment that is. if not, certainly would have been suicide at my next available opportunity. there's some shit (pun intended, of course, haha) in this life you just can't ever come back from.
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I had pancakes for dinner and i can hardly keep my eyes open. I am procrastinating.. I talked to the mover today. if he has a girl he is naming her exactly what my daughters name is. I cant believe this is happening.. i thought to myself today.. i deserve this.. I've worked hard and i'll continue to work hard and wow.. i am amazed at life. I have so much to do and i am eating pancakes.. i deserve a good life.. we all do. i dont believe we were put on earth to suffer.. and just about everyone does in one way or another. I feel guilty for not working out. yes, i feel horrible- so i made myself 1 big pancake- i haven't made pancakes in years.. it was delicious. i try not to be hard on myself about certain things-- taking a night off. honestly i hope my new place is as quiet as this place.. i dont know that it will be. im sure i will get use to it. this feels big to me- because it is. i should be packing but im not. ha. ughh.. i can do it tomorrow. after i run? the energy feels - not heavy- thick- people are having a hard time moving through it- not even a hard time- slow- a slow time.. Madison is tired. shes been working for a week straight. my daughter also works hard. she deserves good things- all the good things. i am glad she is witnessing my life- it shows her what she is capable of- dam near anything. I have all the packing supplies i need. I just need to do it. and i will tomorrow.. work is work- new member on my team. shes a nice knowledgeable person and she should fit in well. time will tell. i had to pick up a christmas shift- madison was not happy.. she'll be sleeping anyway. i think she is just tired. i saw marci for a minute today- she was complaining about the manager who does the holiday/weekend schedule.. all valid things to complain about. i helped a customer today- a lady in her 70's- i actually walked her through how to get her heater on.. she kept saying she couldnt do it and the conversation started out pretty bad.. she wanted to be mean to me. I had her check her t-stat- it was 61 in her house. she made her way into her basement and i talked her through what she was looking for-she found the reset button and pressed it and i heard her heater come on and she started crying- calling me her angel. it was really sweet.. now, she will only speak to me.. i talked to her 3 times today after our first call.. she called me 2x and i called her once. I wish she lived closer because id pick her up and take her out for breakfast. Mrs Hack. she said she didnt have heat for 2 days and was praying it would come on. i told her she couldnt do that and to call us right away next time. I'll only talk to you.. i might not be in the office-let someone else help you and i will call you back. it was a good day.. i would love to have someone to share the good days with.. i wonder how it would be to have someone by my side on the gray days- i'm use to being alone-im use to handling things on my own . .. im tired.. this is October-thankyouthankyouthankyou
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#helo. i like cats#today was also fine but i feel like tomorrow wont be#i think im going to someones birthday party and that someone was mean to me the last time i saw him and i think je doesnt like me#idk how to explain it#last time i saw him was also the first time i went boating. it was fine but there were a lot of people and it was really loud and really hot#and they were doing something and wanted me to help but i didnt realy understand what they were telling me to do so i didnt want to do it#and i feel like he was mad at me#and like. whenever he looks at me it just feels bad#i dont know. i just dont wanna go but i dont have a choice#and also i was told that im gonna be doing stuff on the weekend. i dont want to#i just want to be alone and be quiet#but oh well#they made macaroni for me today. thats one of the only things i can eatso that was good#but also they forced me to sit at the table with them and jt was really uncomfortable#also they gave it to me with a plate and a fork >:( how tf do u eat macaroni like that you need a spoon and a bowl !!!#maybe thats just my motor skill issues though#theyre very mild but very annoying#like i cant cut food myself or press certain buttons on keyboards and i can*lt really use controllers#thats why i cang use grapple in DL. i tried for a really long time and bound it to different keys and everything i just couldnt#so uh. not looking forward to the next few days :(#i managed to buy frank in subsirf today :) i know its dumb but that made me really happy#i love him a lot#speaking of that im always nervous someone will walk into my room and see me doing stuff like playing that or watching childish content on#youtube and theyll make fun of me for it bc that happens a lot#i always hide what im doing on my computer unless its DL even though nothing i do really is objectively bad#i just dont want anyone to see and think even worse of me than i already do#alright i dont really have anything else to say tonight#also doing this makes me sleepy so thats probably why ill keep doing it. feels good sorry#so uh. yeah goodnight :3
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cranky no nut november boyfriend shigaraki
yes i know its july. 
1.8 k words 
slow burn but there is smut 
warnings: angry shig, humiliation, degrading, oral (fem recieving), use of vibrator, shoes on bed, angst, fluff, mentions of masturbtion
your boyfriend, tomura shigaraki, had made a bet with his friends, about who could last the longest during no nut november.
you thought a month wouldn’t be that bad, right? you guys could handle it.
the first few days were nothing. you two were busy and didnt think that much of it. 
but the first weekend shiggy had invited you over to watch a movie. which was usually code for “let’s fuck”
you went over to his apartment, about 20 minutes into the movie you slipped your hand under the blanket, feeling around for his cock.
“hey” he said softly but irritated as he picked up your hand and moved it.
“what? we always-“ you asked
“i’m taking this month seriously, i can eat you out or something but we cant, you cant” he said
 you were not expecting him to take it this seriously.
you knew your boyfriend he never took anything seriously? why did he have to take this stupid month seriously.
“well, do you want?” he asked as he ran his fingers over your clothed clit.
“no let’s just hang out tonight” you said.
“okay” he said then kissed you on the head and pulled you into his lap.
you could feel his erection. but you knew you had to ignore it. 
week 2 was easy because shigaraki was out of town for a work trip.
you didn’t know how he was doing it. no sex was one thing, but not even masturbating?
you had been touching yourself every day to the thought of him, the pictures you had of him and sometimes 
the movies you had made together.
the night he got back he came straight to your apartment.
he looked pale.
you went in for a hug, but he pushed you away.
“no” he snapped “ i just wanted to see you”
you gulped “oh okay”
you cooked dinner and he told you about the trip.
the space between your thighs ached the entire evening.
you asked him to stay the night but he said he no.
and he left. 
it was day 15. you needed him. your hand could only do so much. you couldnt do what he could do. he knew your body better than you did. 
you texted him to hang out. 
the two of you got coffee then made out in the car. 
his mouth tasted so good. your body presses against the console, arms around his neck. the kiss starting equal but he very quickly shoved his tongue in your mouth. he took your jaw in his hand and held your face while his tongue circled yours. you sucked on his bottom lip. his hand found your tit. your hand found his crotch. 
shigaraki instantly pulled away, he was pissed “how many fucking times do i have to tell you no?” 
you sighed “im sorry i just-” 
he pushed his hair out of his face and took your jaw in his hand again. “look at me. i want to be inside of you so bad. i think about you all the time. i love you so much but we just cant right now.”
 his tone made you want him even more. it was embarrassing how hot you got  when he was irritated. and he knew it. 
“i hate this stupid challenge” you said through his grip on your jaw. 
“do you want to be like that?”  he talked down to you with a smirk.
“we can always go back to my apartment, and work on your attitude” he said letting go of your face and grabbing the gear shift. 
you had soaked through your panties a while ago. you were excited but knew you wouldnt be filled up the way you wanted to be. 
the drive to shiggys apartment was agonizing. the sexual tension was higher now than it was on your first date. it felt like you were getting stopped at every red light, the car in front of you was always going slow. and both of you were sweating. 
he had one hand rubbing your thigh and the other on the steering wheel, except at stops when he would run it through his shaggy hair. when he finally got to his apartment complex the two of you practically sprinted inside. 
“elevator?” you asked pressing the up button repeatedly. 
he took his hands out of his pockets and said “stairs” 
the two of you raced up to the fourth floor, you beat him but just barely. once both of you were in the hallway he picked you up and slung you over his shoulder.
once in his apartment he didnt even turn the lights on, he took you to his bed and threw you on it. 
he stood over you and sighed. “its your lucky day” he then pushed you up to the headboard and pulled off your panties. so eager, you were both still wearing shoes and the window was open. 
you shivered at the cold air on your exposed heat. 
shigaraki just stared for a minute. he loved vulnerability. 
he loved having you at his mercy. 
he pushed your skirt up and grabbed onto your thighs. 
“i knew you would be soaked.” he shook his head “such a whore” he said.
and just like that he dove right in.  
he licked up your folds and you bucked your hips to meet him. 
his grip on your thighs tightened and he pushed you into the bed.
“dont move” he met your eyes when he said it.
he started sucking hickies on your inner thighs, his fingers teasing at your clit. 
you held his head in your hands, not directing him, but rubbing his scalp. 
he occasionally hummed into your thighs at the feeling. 
he pulled off of your inner thigh and brought his mouth and nose to your entrance. you whimpered, expecting him to relieve your ache. 
he blew cold air on your exposed heat. 
you cried out. 
and shigaraki crawled up to meet you at eye level. 
he straddled you and leaned down “beg.” he whispered 
“please” you whispered
“i dont get anything for this. why should i be nice if i dont get the reward of your tight little pussy? or getting to fuck your pretty face. make it worth my while. give me this one little thing.  i said to beg like the whore you are.” 
you gulped. “please tomura. i touch myself to the thought of you every day and nothing satisfies me like you do. i just want you. i want you to fill me up and please let me come. please sir.” 
“hmm okay, i guess but its embarrassing that you touch yourself so much, you really are a whore.” he said as he repositioned his mouth at your entrance. 
he once again pinned your hips to the bed and brough his mouth to your entrance.
his long slender fingers ran through your folds a few times before stopping at your clit and rubbing circles. 
you moaned in pleasure, finally. shigaraki was relieving your ache. 
he sucked on your entrance and drank your juice like it was water from the tap. you could feel his tongue at your entrance, he tease then run his tongue through your folds. 
your entire body was shaking and the knot in your stomach was about to release. 
“please i - can i please” you whined. 
shikaraki hummed yes into you, his grip on your thighs tightening 
the hum was what sent your over the edge, your walls tightening and releasing around shigarakis mouth. 
he pulled off for a moment and looked at you “that was fast. youre so easy, y/n, you know that?” 
and at that he went right back to what he was doing, only this time it was his finger. at your entrace and his tongue on your clit. 
his tongue going all around and eventually stopping and making out with your bud. 
you were crying at the pleasure. 
his long fingers going in and out, and in and out. at no particular speed or regularity and occasionally stoping to curl inside you. 
your hands went to shiggys hair, but you couldnt control yourself the way you had earlier. your hands were shaking as the held onto his head.
you came again, it was so fast you didn’t even have the time to ask.
you could feel him smiling on you.
shigaraki pinched your thigh, acknowledging your high, but showed no sign of stopping.
he maneuvered a little bit, grabbing something under the bed while still fingering you. 
if you thought you were a mess before, you were wrong. because you were even more of a mess when shigaraki started rubbing around your clit with a vibrator. 
your back arched and you grabbed onto the sheets, so as not to pull on shiggys hair, “pleASE. m-gonna c--um” you barely got out. 
your lower body convulsing. 
tears started streaming down your face, it hurt so good. “dont cum yet, baby. i want you to wait this time. like i have to wait.” 
“no-oh-oh-o” you sobbed 
shigaraki mustve been getting irritated because his grip on you tightened, and he pinched your inner thigh. 
“please” you whimpered, running your fingers through his hair as gently as you could. 
“no” he said sweetly. 
your vision was starting to blur and you were still crying, “isnt this what you wanted darling?” shigaraki asked. 
you only sobbed in response, you were loosing the ability to form coherent sentences. 
the knot in your stomach released without warning, and you came on shigaraki’s vibrator. 
with that he sighed and stood up, going to the bathroom to help you clean up. 
despite your scattered brain, you knew your boyfriend well enough to know that he was in agony. 
“does it hurt?” you asked him between deep breaths. 
refering to how bad he wanted you, and how hard he was in his pants. 
he waled back in with a towel and said “yes” looking down at the ground. 
“well what if we” you started. 
“no, im tired of having to explain this to you.”
“please, i just want you so bad” you begged as he climbed on top pf you.
“i said no! just fucking shut up” he snapped
“why?" you whinned
he found your wrists and pinned your hands beside your head on the bed. 
“everyone gets a different penalty. do you know what mine is if i fail? huh? do you want to know”
"um i-” 
you went to speak but no words came out. 
shigaraki leaned down “my penalty is to send the group chat a video of us having sex” 
“oh” you said feeling yourself blush
he gulped and looked away “which i really dont want to do because you are mine.”
he released your wrists and fell on top of you, “youre all mine” 
“please just wait 2 more weeks” he whispered into your neck. 
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dr4cking · 3 years
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Heyy. Can I request smutty enemies with benefits and one day draco and reader having Sex in the library..
Library.
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a/n : hii! love this idea. thank you for requesting! <3
it was the dare from her friends that got her in this situation, y/n was hiding under the invisible cloak walking slowly to the library making sure no one is around.
she take off the cloak putting it on the desk beside her, and begin searching for the book her friends asked her to get for them. she was working quietly trying her best to not get caught.
its their bed time already but she and her friends thought it was fun to do something in the night where everyone is already going to bed.
she smiles when she finally get the book and turn around to go back to her dorm but her body bumped into something hard, she gulped when she saw who it is.
"well, well, well, out past curfew now l/n?"
it was a prefect that bumped into her and to make it worse, its her enemies, draco lucius malfoy.
"oh- draco! dont mind me i was just about to go back to my dorm" she replied nervously trying to play it cool and bring her bubbly vibes so draco will let her pass.
she was about to run but she gets pushed to the bookshelf behind her. she let out a squeal, covering her mouth with her hand.
draco was trapping her with his hands, staring intently at her nervous face.
he really is intimidating, the tension making her sweat even if they are actually an enemies.. with benefits.
yes its funny how they were enemies but still cant get enough with the taste of each other.
"not so fast y/n, i think i have to tell about your bad behavior to our dearly professor umbridge. right?" draco smirking at her scared face.
"no no! please dont do it draco! i got a dare from my friends to come here and give them this, please dont turn me in." she begged desperately at him making his smirk get wider.
"and what makes you think i wouldnt turn you in, hm? i’m the prefect after all, the control is in my hand" he took the book from her hand and put it on the desk.
"because- uh- because i will do anything! i'll do anything for you to not turning me in"
he raised his eyebrows at her answer, his eyes looking around before turning back at her.
“here?” he asked, his face heated when she runs her fingers on his chest.
“yes mr. prefect”
y/n grabbed his face with her hand, getting confident, her lips attached to his jaw, moving up to his ear.
she licks and bite softly on his earlobe making draco shuddered, now looking at her with lust in his eyes.
"you said anything, hm? be careful with your words, darling.." he gives in running his fingers on her cheek caressing it softly.
"yes, draco, anything for you"
she slowly dropped to her knees still keeping their eye contact and she kisses the bulge that was starting to grow in his pants.
she unbuckled his belt and pulls his pants down still keeping the eye contact. he hissed when her hands pulling down his boxers making his erected cock slapped up to his stomach.
"you're gonna suck me off so i will not turn you in, hm? filthy slut" draco spat and his words enough to make her aroused down there.
"but i’m your slut, draco" she takes his cock in her hand, sucking his balls before wrapping his tip in her lips.
she pressed her tongue around his slit then taking all of him in her mouth making draco let out a throaty groan and head thrown back in pleasure.
his hand instantly found its way to her hair putting it to a ponytail as he bucked his hips into her mouth.
she keeps sucking him deeper until his tip touch the back of her throat causing her to gag on his cock. her tongue swirling around the underside.
he feels heavy inside her mouth, her hand pumping the rest of his cock that couldnt fit in her mouth with the same pace.
she forced his cock going deeper down her throat making her gagged all over again, both of them moaning at the feeling.
draco looks down to see y/n already looking at him innocently with her watery eyes, saliva dripping off to her chin and to the floor.
"mhmm.. you suck me so good y/n.. do you like having my huge cock fucking your little throat, hm?"
she answers him by fastening the pace, her nose touching his happy trail tickling it making him moan her name louder.
the sight of her under him driving his mind crazy as his high slowly approaching him.
she can feels draco was getting closer, his cock is twitching inside her mouth. she massages his balls playing with it and she moaned purposely on his cock sending vibrations to draco.
and seconds later he emptied his thick cum inside her mouth. her name and profanities repeatedly left his lips as he calming down from his high.
y/n was choked out it was so much that its spilled out but she still managed to swallow it all.
draco took her hands to help her standing up then pushing her roughly back to the shelf.
he kissed her lips hungrily, their tongues fighting over the dominance, he can even tasted himself.
after minutes of heavy makeout heavy panting, draco broke the kiss to catch some breath and his eyes look up at her for permissions.
"fuck me, draco."
with her answer he ripped open her shirt, the buttons popped off and rolled on the floor as her plump breasts sprang out.
his mouth instantly latching onto her nipple making y/n arched her back, his hand lifted her skirt up and rubbing her clit from her panties making her whimper.
draco plopped her now wet and red boobs out of his mouth. his fingers still rubbing her through her panties.’
"fuck- you’re already soaking wet just by sucking me off, such a needy little thing, aren’t you?" 
he wrapped her legs around his waist, pushing her panties aside and without warning he slammed his cock into her pushing it in fully inside her.
both of them let out a loud moan of each other’s name as they finally connecting their bodies in one.
"yes.. shit- feels so good draco" she let out a pornographic moan as draco picked up his thrusts making her breasts bouncing up and down in front of him.
he caught her nipple in between his teeth causing her to scream out loud. he chuckles lowly and giving her ass a few hard smack making her cheeks goes red.
"you’re such a slut, letting me fucking you here so you wouldn’t get in trouble, hm? i bet you will let me abusing your pretty cunt whenever i want, right?"
y/n nodded at his question, her lips are trembling that she cant speak properly as the pleasure was becoming too much.
"right, slut?" draco slapped his sensitive clit and give it a little pinch making she yelped biting his shoulder.
his thrusts get deeper and faster each time, his cock sunk deeper inside her his tip brushing her cervix.
"yes! yes! i'll let you fuck me, destroying me whenever you wanted, draco.. fuck- please ‘m gonna cum" she clawed her nails on his back feeling his cock hitting her spot over and over again bringing her to her high.
"not yet, y/n. you will cum until i say so"
he set up a brutal pace forcing his cock in and out of her chasing his high too making it harder for her to hold her orgasm.
the books behind her fall out to the floor due to his rough thrusts.
"please- please draco i cant hold it anymore!" she whines loudly feeling the coil tightened.
"fuck- cum now, my little slut"
and with that y/n let her orgasm washed over her coating his cock, making a mess on his inner thighs. it was the best orgasm she ever had, her legs are shaking from the feeling.
with one final thrust draco spilled his cum inside her making both of them moaned loudly. ropes of his cum shooting inside her filling her up, some of it spilled out to the floor, making a mess.
they stayed in the position for a minute as they were still in cloud nine. heavy breaths and smell of sex filling the library.
as they’re back to reality, draco stares at y/n smiling at her before pressing their foreheads and kissing her lips passionately.
the sparks between them bursted filling the room as they kissed. god knows that they’re not really enemies.
he pulled out of her slowly and put her back down but before she could stand she falls down to the floor.
"damn.. that good, huh?" he laughs as he helped her standing up.
"well its worth to not get into trouble and get the draco malfoy instead"
y/n shots him a playful wink making his heart secretly beat faster and his face heated in embarassment.
"let’s go to my room and get you clean, i think you deserve a good treatment in my private bathroom."
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Weve eaten ourseleves up to 615-630 pounds and now were attempting to get together. Sometimes i attempt to lift my gut onto your ass ass so you can attempt to do your thing. Both of our bodies wobble at the slightest movement. Our rolls are pressed up against each other. I love that most of your weight goes to your belly and thighs. The bed starts to sag under out combined weight. I wonder how its going to handle us both getting even bigger.
We struggle to sit on the sofa together because were so wide. We must have the strongest couch on earth because we’re rather hefty humans. I know were both looking forward to this being the social norm and most people would never be 400 pounds. As I watch your pig tails bounce against your tennis ball sized cheeks and your chins wobbling as you chew, I think back to when I first met you. I watch in wonder watching you absentmindedly bringing the fork to your mouth again and again. Youve eaten almost the entire two layer chocolate cake. Your plump limps are covered in chocolate and I want to kiss them so badly, but first I want to indulge myself, looking back on watching you grow to this size.
Your mother wad disgusted when she met me. I was already 300 pounds when you introduced us. You were a slim 165 pounds. Your mother couldnt stop commenting on size, making snide comments when I would come over for dinner. You starting to express and interest in gaining weight and being fed, so I started to introduce you to my world. You took to it right away, digging in to every dish you could get your hands on and with an office job for 45 hours a week and fast food for at least 2 meals a day was producing quick results. You loved the freedom to eat. I wasnt gaining, wanting to focus more on her gain.
It didnt take long for her to reach 200 pounds. She said she loved it and wanted to get bigger. “I wanna gain 50 pounds in three months.” “I can help with that i just bought us a few sheet cakes, a few pounds of pasta and 15 bags of pre fried chicken. She jiggles my upper belly roll. Looks like a little bigger. “Tell you what, well both weigh ourselves in six months to see how much weve gained. Im not going actively gain mind you.” I watched as she stepped on the scale spun around to 275 pounds. “Oh my god! I felt like id totally ballooned but i had no idea! I cant wait until i get to 300 pounds! Ill be too heavy for this scale then and will have to borrow your big boy one! I dont think that ill be outgrowing that one anytime soon. I love my soft curves and i have every intention of making them even softer!”
“What about you tubby? Looks like you’ve gained a few pounds yourself!” “What gives it away?” “The fact that you can barely button those shorts?” I chuckle and step onto my scale. “Whats the number say? Im having trouble reading it.” “380 pounds. I think youd be quite a catch at 400.” “Youre a terrible influence on me! You just want me to be a big fat pig!” “While I would find you adorable at that size, lately ive been thinking of myself gaining to that size and wondering how it feels. Who knows, i might decide to get even fatter. For now im loving eating and expanding with you. My world is full of flavour and freedom now.” The idea of seeing her at 400 pounds just set me on fire. I dont want to even think how huge Ill be when shes 400 pounds. “Do you want to take this into the bedroom? Maybe feed each other some chocolates and fondle each others growing rolls?”
Shed discovered ice cream and cake mix shakes and it was then i knew that my girlfriend was going to end up bigger than a beached whale. She would chug one of the shakes twice a day. She was going through clothes rapidly, so we got her stretchy clothes she could grow into. By the time September rolled around, 6 months have gone by and both of us had really packed on the pounds, but her more than I. She really stared to widen in the hips and the thighs, her belly filling up more of her lap when she sat.
One day your mother came to visit. She couldnt believe how fat you had gotten. “Oh my God what have you done to my daughter! Shes double the size she was when she met you! I expected him to continue to make a pig out of himself but I was hoping you would drop him before his bad habits rubbed off on you and you started swelling up as big as a house!” “Do you have any idea how much you weigh?” She shrugs her chunky shoulders. “Were going to find out right now and were going to get you on a diet plan before you end up the size of a parade float!” I watch, trying to hide my arousal and my girl steps on the scale. “325 pounds! My God what is he doing to you?” “I’m happy, mom.” “I think youre confusing huge and happy!”
“You know what, mom? I hope the next ten pounds I gain goes right to my face. Ive always liked that overfilled balloon look, that way it looks like my cheeks are constantly bursting with food even when Im asleep.” I watch as her mother storms out of the house screaming that it isnt over. You turn to face me. I wonder how much fatter im going to be when she comes to visit again?
She squeezes my round moob. “I love how fat these are getting. Maybe when you gain more weight youll catch up with me!” She takes my hand and rubs it against her stomach. “She hasnt seen huge yet. What do you say we go do a bulk shopping snack trip? But before that…why dont you see what youre tipping thr scales at. My hips and stomach wobble like jello as I get up on the scale. “You have such a cute waddle starting! I hope it gets cuter as you gain more! I hope we can have matching waddles!” “Well have to wobble and waddle behind each other, we’ll be too wide to do it next to each other! The dial settles at 425 pounds. “Were gonna need a more heavy duty scale if we wanna keep eating like we do.”
By our third anniversary i was well over 500 pounds and she was well over 400. Some days i would look in the mirror ans see how massive i was getting but it didnt bother me. I chose to stuff an extra cheeseburger in my mouth and tell myself that a mans gotta eat. I probably should have been concerned that I was having trouble waddling around the office, but that didnt stop me from taking an extra large slice of ice cream cake at my co workers birthday party.
We were invited to a wedding ans needed to spend some time shopping around for outfits, especially since I was rapidly becoming supersized. My co worker assured me that they would have two chairs that would be able to support both me and my girl. I assured him that we could also eat before the wedding so he wouldnt go broke attempting to fill us both up.
“You look adorably enormous in your suit.” She rubbed my stuffed belly with her chubby hand. “God I need to undo the buttons on my jacket before my stomach decided to do it for me. i didnt realise how fast I was porking up; i should have realised with all the delivery food weve been eating lately. “I love how fat that necklace makes your neck look. “Youre not wearing a bra!” “The girls got too big for the cups. And anyway the band was cutting too much into my sides.” “I cant wait until your roll of back fat stretches the next band to its limits until it bursts open unable to contain all of your sexiness.” “You really know how to pamper a piggy.”
For my birthday and to celebrate her reaching 500 pounds, she found a 5x catholic school girls outfit to indulge a fantasy of mine. I watched as she waddled through the doorway, I realised she should have probably gone a size up as the waistband failed to contain her. Her fat laden calfs were squeezed into white stockings. The white blouse she had on, shed obviously outgrown as it failed to cover her expansive breasts and belly. And she did her hair in the pigtails! She knows how I love how it makes her face look even rounder than it is. My morbidly obese woman, who at this rate couldnt do anything to stop herself from swelling fatter. “What do you think?”
We ran into her mother when we were our for dinner on our fourth anniversary. It took her a few minutes to realise who we were because we were both over 200 pounds heavier than the last time she saw us. She looked in horror as she really took in the size of us for the first time in quite a while. We both needed two chairs to sit. We filled up the sides of the table we occupied. Her mother saw the piles of dishes on the edge of the table. “No wonder that you two are the size of planets. I never thought that my daughter would grow so enormous that she needs her own zip code. I suppose you two arent coming to her younger brothers graduation? Worried that it would be too much waddling for you? I suppose we could get a few ushers each to roll you two around.”
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