#writings

[mournfulroses]

Anaïs Nin, from a letter to Joaquin Nin, featured in Reunited: The Correspondence of Anais and Joaquin Nin, 1933-1940

[faegirluwu]

Misrepresentation:

The poet could also be sad

Or gay

Or dysphoric

Or all of the above

[harryhighkey]

don't let go

hi! this is a part three to my Frontman series.

thanks for all the love on this series so far!!! I've been loving writing it so I'm super happy that people are loving reading it!

here is a link to part one and part two if you haven't read them yet!

"(Y/N)," Player 001 quietly called your name, he'd awoken twenty minutes ago and had been enjoying the serenity of having you sleeping in his arms.

At some point in the night, you'd rolled over and were now facing him, your face nuzzled into his neck. Your slow breaths tickling his skin in the best way. He hadn't felt such a profound sense of peace around him in such a long time. This was a bad idea, because now he couldn't stand the thought of losing it. Hope was something he'd let go of, but there you were, right beside him with the face of an angel, you'd quickly become his ray of light at the end of the dark tunnel he'd been stuck in for years.

Last night after he had helped you calm down and knew you were fast asleep, he'd fallen asleep in your little bed too. He hadn't intended to, he knew if people saw - whether it be the other contestants or his guards - the two of you would become a talking point. Luckily you'd managed to find a bunk that was pretty hidden away, but he didn't want to draw more attention to you. Over his time of being the Frontman he'd come to learn that attention in this place usually meant you were more of a target.

It was very early, most people were still asleep, he wanted to get up before everyone started to wake up. But he just had to talk to you first, today's game was going to be the most brutal yet. He knew that, because he planned it. He knew it was going to be tough to get through, physically and emotionally. He was terrified of what it would do to you.

He moved his head, his cheek grazing yours so he could whisper right into your ear. "(Y/N)," he repeated your name, you mumbled in response, still very much closer to still sleeping than waking up. "You need to wake up, angel." He moved his face back and brought a hand up to caress your cheek, he dared to rub his nose against yours, hoping to rouse you more from your slumber.

"Hmm.." You briefly opened your eyes, only to wince and shut them tight at the sudden onslaught of light. In-ho laughed, fighting the urge to lean in and kiss you at the sight of your bottom lip pouting. "I'm sleepy." Your voice came out whiney.

"I know, (Y/N), but I need you to listen to me."

"I can listen and sleep. I can multitask."

He sighed, rubbing his thumb over your cheek. How badly he wanted to give you whatever you wanted. Soon he would be able to let you rest for as long as you desired, he just had to get you to survive this hard part first.

"This is serious, come on pretty girl, open your eyes for me."

Butterflies. You felt them explode in your stomach. He had your attention. You listened and opened your eyes, it took you a few long blinks to be able to leave them open, and a stretch that had you arching your back more into him. He had to fight off the way that movement turned him on.

"There she is, good morning." Player 001 greeted you.

"Good morning." You smiled so sweetly at him, he was so warm beside you, so comforting. You could get used to being his little spoon. There was already minimal room in the bunks but with how close the two of you were right now, it seemed you didn't need much room, anyway.

"May I ask, why did you come here?" This question hadn't left the front of his mind. He had to get this answer before bringing up the game.

"Well, I was told I could play some games for money, I won Ddajki right away. I thought it would all be that easy." You paused and took a breath. "I have a big debt I need to pay."

"But you're so young, how could you owe so much money?"

Yours eyes danced back and forth between his. You hadn't told anyone why you were here, you hadn't really planned on doing so, either. But you trusted this man, he looked at you so sincerely, he held you so tenderly, he looked out for you. "My mother, she had been sick since I was 11. There were so many medical bills building up, she couldn't pay them because she was too sick to work. I worked odd jobs when I was old enough around school, but never earned no where near enough to pay them all back." Tears started to well in your eyes. "She died when I was 19."

"(Y/N), I'm sorry." He pressed a kiss to your forehead. You shut your eyes, enjoying the intimacy in his comfort. "What about your dad?"

You clenched your jaw and spoke with venom. "He left when I was 14. He met another woman. We never heard from him since."

In-ho was piecing you together. The twisted side of him had just discovered the reason you felt drawn to him - an older man. The dark side wanted to kill your father for abandoning you during such a tumultuous time, causing you to be here right now. The gentle side you'd brought forward was going to immediately pay off all those debts for you the second these games were over.

"You had to look after her?"

"Yeah."

"That's a lot for a young girl to go through. You didn't deserve that."

You shrugged. "I can't change it now. Death is a part of life." You said so simply. "Not in the way people are dying here, though."

That guilt he hadn't felt over any other player consumed him again.

"Anyway, I've been trying to pay the debts back since, I just can't. It's so hard. I've worked full time since graduating school and still, there's so much left to pay."

"You've been on your own since she passed?"

"For the most part." You answered honestly. He started to realise you had been living with the same loneliness he had.

He shouldn't have been surprised to find out you weren't here for greed. It wasn't even your own debt to pay back, just one that had unfortunately been left to you. Of course his good girl wouldn't be like the rest of the selfish people who compete in this contest. He wanted to scoop you up and get you out of these games now, but people would see.

Holding your eye contact, his gaze was serious. "I need you to stay by my side in the next game, okay?"

You frowned. "What if I can't?" You questioned, remembering how you got split up playing the six-legged game, luckily both your teams survived.

"You must," He paused, moving his hand that was on your face to grab one of your hands instead. "I won't drop your hand, don't drop mine."

You looked down to where his hand engulfed yours, squeezing your fingers around his, he mimicked the action. "It could be a solo game, right? What will we do then?"

How could he tell you he knew what was coming? How could he tell you he designed this next game to be so deadly? How could he tell you he knew that carnage would take place? How could he without ruining what amazing thing was forming between you both that he so desperately wanted to hold onto?

"We'll just have to see when we get in the arena."

You nodded and suddenly your mind was whirring. You were trying your hardest to think of what was to come today, your breathing got shallower. In-ho noticed your overthinking kick in, and he once again squeezed his fingers around yours.

"Hey, I will keep you safe."

"What if you can't even keep yourself safe?"

"I will be fine."

"How do you know?" Your eyes shot back to his, worry was written all over your face. You were worried for yourself, but now you were worried for him, for the people you'd grown closer to over the past few days here.

He didn't have an answer for you, at least one he couldn't admit to you. Not yet. So you spoke again. "I don't want to compete anymore, Young-il."

"I know. I don't either." That was honesty, he really didn't want to, especially not anymore now that he had you to think of.

"I wish we could escape." You sighed.

It was his turn for his mind to whir. He started having an internal battle then, over if he should confess who he was and get you out right now before too many people woke up.

"We just need to get through this next game and then surely we'll win the vote to leave." He decided against confessing. You still knew him as Young-il, not even his real name - In-ho - how could you handle everything else there was to learn about him?

"You really think we'll make it through?"

"Yes, I won't let anything happen to you."

---

The curtains opened to a colourful room, a big round platform stood in the middle of the room. As your eyes darted around the room, anxiety started to fill you.

That was when Player 001 grabbed your hand, giving it a squeeze.

"Remember?" He said, you turned to look at him, nodding quickly. Knowing he was talking about not dropping each others hands. He could already see the terror written across your face. Guilt started to fill him.

As you were all walking towards the platform, the announcement was made over what the game would be. Mingle.

255 was displayed. The amount of players currently. "If they're displaying the contestant count, that must mean a lot of us are going to die, right? They want us to see that number go down." You said out loud, the group of players you'd grown closer to who were all standing around you, turned towards you. They knew you were right, it was a dark truth.

"No matter what happens, we must stay calm." In-ho spoke up, directing it to the whole group but he gave your hand a slight tug.

The platform began spinning. Your chest went tight, so did your grip around In-ho's hand.

Ten.

Everyone started forming groups, the lights were flashing. You knew you needed four more in your team to make the count. "Player 120!" You found your voice, spotting that they were a group of four.

"Run! Green door!"

It all happened so fast, but it also felt so slow. Your heart was thundering. But you were inside and the door was locked, you'd made it, you were safe.

At the sound of gunshots you jumped and turned towards the direction the noise had come in, only to met with the horrifying sight of all the contestants who hadn't made it into a room being shot to death through the little gap in the door. The colour started to drain from your face.

"Don't look." In-ho's commanding voice sounded out as he pulled you into him, placing his hands over your ears to block out the noise of the gunshots for you as much as he could. You squeezed your eyes shut.

Time seemed to move extra slow being in that room, and you knew it was because they had to move all the dead bodies away. There was enough that it was taking so long.

That was when the announcer started listing off the players that had been eliminated, the door was unlocked and you all started to exit.

You froze as a squelch noise sounded out under your shoe as you took a step. You made an audible gasp at the giant pool of blood on the floor underneath you. It was enough that you could see your own reflection in it. "Young-il." You squeezed his hand, he still hadn't let go of you.

"Look at me." You lifted your head at the sound of his voice. "You made it through, you're safe. We'll make it through again." He was so calm for you, you were so grateful.

Four. Was the next round.

168 was the amount of players left. Almost 100 people had died only after two rounds.

Three. Was the next round. This was when people really started to turn on one another, pushing, kicking, punching each other to form groups to survive. Pulling people out of rooms so they could have it, leaving the others to die. Player 001 and Player 456 made sure you got into a room with them.

You weren't doing well by this point. You couldn't take in a full breath, you were so overwhelmed. You'd never heard so many gun shots, you'd never seen so much blood, so much death. You were trying your hardest to keep a clear mind but it was feeling nearly impossible.

"I can't do this anymore." You said out loud.

In-ho and Gi-hun turned to look at you.

"I know it's hard, but you have to, (Y/N)." Player 456 said as he placed his hand on your shoulder.

"There's only likely to be a couple more rounds." Player 001 spoke this time, he knew exactly how many more were coming. "We've made it this far, we'll get through the next rounds. Remember, just keep hold of my hand." He spoke very clearly wanting to make sure you heard him, it was visible on your face that you were struggling to remain present.

Six.

There was seven of you. Everyone frantically looked around the circle.

"Should we split up?" Player 390 suggested.

"Is there enough players left to do that?" You questioned.

"I'll go." Player 001, spoke, you turned to look at him so fast your neck made a crack.

"No."

"I'll be okay." He assured you, placing your hand into Dae-ho's despite the jealous monster inside him wanting to snatch it back right away. You didn't know it but he was putting you first, he would be okay sneaking off and hiding in a room on his own, the Frontman wouldn't get killed. You wouldn't make it trying to form a new group now. "Don't let go of her." In-ho commanded him.

"Of course, sir." Dae-ho responded, quickly grabbing your hand tight.

Before you had a chance to protest, he was gone. He'd left you.

"Young-il!" You called out, but you'd already lost him.

"We have to hurry!" Player 456 yelled out, all of you moving quick towards a free room.

You turned your head over your shoulder to see if you could spot Player 001. That was when you were lifted up, your hand being ripped from Dae-ho's as you got dragged away.

"Sorry, we need her more!" Thanos held you tight in his arms, pulling you to a different room.

"No!" Dae-ho yelled out, but he was already being pulled by Jung-bae.

"Let me go!" You tried to fight against Thanos, but he was stronger.

You were pulled into a room at the last second and the door was locked behind you. As the men you were in the room with cheered, you cowered into the back corner.

You didn't know if any of your friends had made it, what if the five you were supposed to be with didn't find their sixth?

What if Player 001 hadn't found a group to go with?

What if you were truly on your own here.

You slid down the wall, you felt like you wanted to pass out. Your body trembled, your face went white, your head felt heavy and your body felt light. You were having a panic attack.

---

"Gi-hun!" In-ho called out upon seeing him exit a room. He had a smile on his face.

Gi-hun didn't return it.

Player 001 watched as everyone else left the room. When the sixth person wasn't you, he panicked, but his panic showed with rage.

"Where is she?!" Instantly he lunged at Dae-ho, grabbing him by the collar.

"I don't know! I'm sorry! I had her hand but someone just grabbed her and took her so fast. Time was running out, I'm sorry Young-il!"

"I told you not to let go of her!" He shook Player 388. What he really wanted to do was snap his neck.

“Looking for your girl?" Thanos interrupted, bouncing over to the group like he was having the time of his life. "She's in that room over there. She’s having a full mental breakdown. Baby girl can’t handle it!”

Just as In-ho began to make a move towards the room, an announcement was made.

“All remaining players must return to the platform, immediately.”

Guards moved to usher the players towards the platform, one stepped into the room that you were in, In-ho surged forward. A guard stepped directly in front of him.

“Let me help her! I’ll get her out here with the rest of us!” He yelled, his calm demeanour completely shattered at the thought of losing you.

“Just kill her! She won’t make it through the next round anyway.” Someone from the platform yelled out. In-ho turned to see who it was, knowing he'd want to remember that face. He was going to pay.

“It’ll be more money for all of us.” Player 100. The eldest man here joined in. If In-ho didn't have you as his top priority, he would have grabbed the guards gun and shot them both dead. These were the disgusting, evil, selfish displays of humans that made him keep the games running.

"Let me get her, she doesn't deserve to die for being scared." He commanded, his voice strong, still angry but more balanced. Finally the guard stepped to the side.

As In-ho approached the room he heard you begging the guard, “Just kill me, please kill me.” His heart broke.

Instantly he dropped to his knees before you. "(Y/N)," He cradled your face in his hands, angling your head up to look at him. It pained him to see the state you were in. So much horror showed on your face, he knew today was going to leave with permanent emotional scars. He'd spend his lifetime trying to heal them.

"Young-il," Your eyes went wide, you looked at him in disbelief for a few moments before you leapt forward, swinging your arms around his neck. "I thought you died."

He wrapped his arms around you so tightly, holding you against him. "I'm here, I'm sorry for not staying with you."

"Don't leave me again. You let go of my hand. Don't let me go again."

"I won't, baby. I promise I won't." He could feel your body shake, he could feel your quick and uneven breaths. He'd never second guessed being the Frontman until this moment. How could he have put you through this? "You're okay, you're alive. We're almost done, then I'm getting you out of here."

You nodded against him, your face buried in his neck.

"Put your legs around me, okay?" His hands landed on your thighs and he aided in wrapping them around his hips. "I'm going to hold you through the next round. Keep your limbs gripped strong, can you do that?" You nodded. "I need to hear you, (Y/N), I need to know you understand."

"Yes."

"Good girl. Alright, one, two, three-" He grunted as he stood up, taking you with him, his arms were wrapped tight around you, holding you in place. Your had your arms locked his neck and your legs locked around his hips, clinging to him out of pure terror.

Running to a room was going to be hard like this. He turned his head away from you, whispering directly to the guard.

“I’m going to run towards the yellow door, make sure it is locked until I'm right by it, then unlock it." His voice was very quiet, but the coldness in his tone was unmissable.

“But-“ The guard began to respond.

“Do it. Nothing happens to her.” The Frontman cut off his guard. This was a demand that was non-negotiable. Once he was walking back towards the platform, he could feel the eyes of the other contestants locked onto the two of you. A few gasps sounded out, a few muttered comments. He blocked them all out. You were his top priority in this current moment.

“Young-il, are you alright holding her? I can take her from you if you need.” Dae-ho asked once you were back on the platform, in Player 001's arms. You dared to peek your eyes open, spotting Dae-ho and everyone else, relieved they were alive.

“I’ve got her. I’m not letting her go.” In-ho kept his gaze forward, fighting the urge to call him an idiot for suggesting such a thing when he couldn't even keep ahold of your hand last round.

Two.

Chaos started, this was the worst people had acted yet. As In-ho immediately took off in a sprint, you watched over his shoulder in horror as people turned on one another. You tightened your grip around him, and he did on you in response.

Player 001 managed to dodge most of the frenzy taking place, it was almost a clean run right to the yellow room. He reached out his arm towards the door handle, his hand was almost touching it when someone slammed into the two of you. You flung out of his arms and crashed into the floor with a thud.

In-ho watched in rage as the same player then tripped over you, kicking you in your side as he fell over. If he didn't have to get you in the room so quickly, he would have killed him.

"Come here." Adrenaline surged through him as he swooped down to pick you up again. You groaned, your ribs in so much pain from the fall and kick. Tears filled his eyes, a range of emotions swirled through him. Rage for what you were going through, guilt that he was the reason this was happening to you, frustration that he couldn't just free you from it right now.

Finally, he carried you into the room, he placed you down on your feet, and turned to shut and lock the door.

"Young-il," Immediately he snapped his head around to see what had caught your attention. It was him, the man who first said to kill you. He must have snuck in when you fell to the floor.

Rage. Rage. Rage. It was all the Frontman felt as he neared the man.

"(Y/N), close your eyes and cover your ears."

You did as he said, part of you knew what he was going to do already, but part of you wanted to act like it wasn't real. With your eyes squeezed shut and your hands clasped over your ears, your tried your hardest to ignore the snapping sound, but it still made you flinch.

You flinched again at the feeling of bigger hands being placed over yours that were still pressing down on your ears. "It's me." Player 001 assured you. "Keep your eyes closed for a little longer, I'll tell you when to open them, but you made it, you're okay. The game is over now."

"Young-il, did you..." You let your voice trail off, afraid of an answer you already knew anyway.

"I did what I had to do to keep you alive."

[teresablogs]

You are capable of achieving the dream that’s been planted in you.

[grendil9]

I'm actually shocked they would even order their golems to do this.

There was once a time where censorship rabbis would halt massive film releases, simply to cut out scenes referencing Nazis in any way. As if including a reference was somehow a form of approval. Perhaps in some subconscious way?

But now? They're so comfortable with the fact that the white race is enslaved. Totally defeated. In such complete and utter captivity, that they can finally break out the old nazi slop and use it to mock and torment us with gay bullshit like this.

That's so fucking scary. They're so sure. What comes next?

Where is our Christ?

Elon Musk just did the sieg heil at the inauguration???? DOG?

[cyberrmusee]

my first writing here!! something i’ve had saved in my notes for MONTHS! feel free to make requests and pls like and reblog!! tysm :p

!bigbrotherchoso !submissivechoso !chubbyblkreader

!femblkreader !mommykink !smut !fluff

keep quiet.

The dim lights along the pathway to your boyfriend’s front door lit the concrete ground as you approached it.

It’d been almost a week since you’d last seen him and his adorable little brother Yuji, he was about five but he’d stolen your heart the moment Choso decided it was okay for you to meet him.

You two had been dating for about a year after he felt it was okay for you to meet his brother, his pride and joy.

The moment Yuji locked eyes on you he fell in love with you, running up to you to meet you and ask a million a questions.

Now you were three years in and had one of your first major (to you at least) fights last week.

When You put Yuji to sleep and Choso decided to play his stupid video games and woke the poor child up with his yelling.

You and he argued about it, him saying it wasn’t that serious yes the fuck it was and he could be put back to sleep, you feeling like it was the principle of the situation.

Him not having any regard for a sleeping child, especially it being his little brother. It upset you because what if it had been his and your child, would he still be so careless?

Although you were still sort of upset with him, you’d mostly let it go.

Mostly.

You approached the door and knocked softly as usual, you could hear Yuji screaming and wailing like he was being murdered from the other side of the door.

You chuckled to yourself, you couldn’t wait to see the him, and of course your boyfriend, who you definitely weren’t still sort of, kind of fucking definitely mad at.

You heard the locks click and then the door flew open, revealing a frustrated Choso, holding a crying Yuji on his hip like a stressed mother.

The sight was endearing, you giggled and smiled “Hi Cho” you said softly. His face softened slightly at your greeting “Hi.. baby” he grunted as Yuji thrashed in his arms, wailing.

You tilted your head and smiled at the crying boy “Hi Yuji sweetheart” you smiled. Like magic, his crying stopped and he snapped his head to you, his eyes lighting up.

He practically leapt out of his brothers arms and i latched himself on to your leg, his face wet with tears as he smiled up at you.

“What’s wrong honey?” you asked, casting your soft eyes down onto him, chuckling softly.

“mi-missed y-you” he said in a small voice, through his little over dramatic gasps, wiping his eyes.

Choso watched the entire interaction with narrowed eyes. little attention seeker. trying to steal my girlfriend. He said in his mind. Wait- was he jealous..? absofuckinglutely No. that’s ridiculous.

He’s fucking three, he can’t steal her from me. He said reassuring himself triumphantly within the confines of his mind. he scoffed for even being jealous.

He softened his features as you picked the young boy up and held him on your hip with ease, like he was your child.

You smiled and cooed at the young boy, stars in your eyes “i missed you too little one” you said softly as you kissed his forehead and smiled, brushing in the house past Choso.

Maybe he could steal his girlfriend from him.

No kiss, no hug, not even a meaningful yearning look that says you missed him. No no, straight to his baby brother.

He scoffed and closed the door, locking it before crossing his arms over his chest like a big man baby.

Okay, maybe he WAS a little jealous of his baby brother. But how could he not be, he was practically stealing the love of his life right from under him!

You waltzed into the living room, rubbing Yuji’s back, speaking to him in the softest tone, whispering sweet comforting words to him as you sat down on the couch and placed him on your chest.

He nuzzled his head under your chin as his sniffles and tears began to fully subside, he clenched at his stuffed bear in his hand as he laid peacefully against you.

Choso however, the big, jealous, cry baby he was, stood over the side of the couch, arms folded across his chest, eyes narrowed into a glare at you and Yuji, mostly Yuji, but i digress.

He was insanely jealous watching his brother lay his head on you plump chest, right on your boobs, choso’s favorite spot.

“Is he your boyfriend or me?” he muttered, his voice drenched in jealousy. You chuckled at his little attitude. “You of course Cho” you spoke softly with a smile.

“don’t fuckin feel like it” he muttered under his breath, grunting in irritation before coming to sit next to you on the couch.

You nearly snorted at his jealousy, it was cute to you, you bit back your laugh as you rubbed the child’s back soothingly and looked over at your boyfriend.

“Let me put him to sleep fully, and then i’m yours, yeah handsome?” you offered as you smiled softly at him.

Dammit, he knew all it’d take was one compliment and he’d crack. His face unintentionally softening and body relaxing at your proposed deal.

“Okay.. fine” he spoke, trying to maintain his jealous facade, but failing.

He grabbed the remote and turned on some television, but kept the volume low as you and he watched tv silently while you put Yuji to bed.

After about an hour, the boy was finally in a deep state of sleep and Choso let out a sigh of relief. “Finally i can have the love of my life back” he said in a normal voice, almost loud enough to wake the baby boy.

He stirred in his sleep on your chest and you smacked your boyfriend’s arm, glaring at him. “Ssh!” you shushed him as you put your finger up to your lip.

He rubbed his arm, though it didn’t hurt, he wanted sympathy points. “Ouch” he whispered, looking at you with puppy dog eyes.

You rolled your eyes and chuckled under your breath, shaking your head at him, before softly getting up and holding Yuji securely, yet comfortably.

You crept up the stairs softly, with Choso hot on your heels, staring your figure up and down the whole way up the stairs, hungrily.

The sway of your hips was driving him fucking insane he just wanted to be inside of you hold you in his arms.

You reached the toddlers room and laid him in his bed softly, being sure to not wake him, as you tucked him in and put his bear in his arms before kissing his forehead sweetly.

His eyes softened watching you tuck him in with that forehead kiss.

Suddenly Choso felt so stupid for being jealous earlier. Watching you care for his brother like that, made his heart swell.

Putting him to sleep every time you came over, cooking for him and even playing whatever silly game he’d made up in his head. You really did love that kid, with all of your heart, like he was yours.

That was one of the things that made your boyfriend love you even more. The way you accepted him and his brother, he didn’t feel like a burden with you, you were so understanding and agreed to help in any way.

God he was so in love with you.

You stood up and softly crept out the room, turning off the light and shutting the door softly as Choso stood against the wall gazing at you with a small smirk on his face.

The second Yujis door clicked shut and turned to face him, Choso took your hand in his, pulling you gently against him, his big muscular arms wrapped around your waist, face nuzzled in the base of your neck.

“About time i got back what’s mine.” he mumbled into your neck, his tone dark as he snatched you close to him possessively.

You chuckled and put your hand on the back of his neck, rubbing it soothingly. “Baby, i never went anywhere” you said soothingly as he nipped at your neck softly, placing soft kisses along the nape of it.

He hummed into your neck feigning irritation “you know what i mean” he said softly. You chuckled at his words. You knew exactly what he meant, you just loved to tease him.

“Cmon we should head downstairs, i don’t wanna wake him” you whispered softly as you pulled away from him.

He nodded silently as you both trekked down the stairs into the living room. Choso eyeing your figure and the sway of your hips like a predator eyeing its prey.

The moment you planted yourself on the couch, he practically yanked you off and into his lap “Uh uh, you’ve been too far from me all damn night.” he scoffed placing his hands on your hips to hold you in place atop him.

You chuckle at his clingy nature before placing a finger against his lips. “you have such a hard time being quiet” you whispered tilting your head, a mischievous sparkle in your eyes.

The man rolled his eyes and scoffed in amusement before grabbing your wrist and whispering. “i do not, i can be quiet.” he says, pretending to be hurt.

you pursed your lips thinking about how last week he was so loud he woke yuji, then your fight. your insides sparked a bit, you were still kind of irritated about the whole thing, it made you burn inside.

you narrowed your eyes at him. “yeah? let’s put it to the test then” you spoke in a hushed tone before rutting your hips against his.

he was aching in his sweats and boxers, nearly leaking from just watching you all night.

he let out a gasp at the friction, his hands landing back on your hips, squeezing them to maintain his self control. “baby..” he whispered in a strained voice, the single word like a warning.

you smirked as you jerked your hips forward atop his again, feeling his erection grow. “what? you’re so good at being quiet right? so shut up” you said sternly.

he could tell by the tone in your voice, he was in deep shit. you meant business. his face tinted a shade of pink as he looked up at you shyly, his eyes a mix of lust and nervousness.

“yes ma’am” he said softly. there it was, those two words that made the flame inside of you burn hotter, your favorite thing to hear him say.

your smirk only grew as you leaned in and began to pepper kisses across the base of his neck up to the nape, rutting your hips against his.

every time you moved your hips forward, he let out the prettiest whimpers and gasps, his nails digging into your hips more and more as his dick hardened underneath you, until it was solid like dry cement.

“f-fuck.. mmf- m-mommy.”

you could feel his precum leaking through his thin sweats, creating the faintest wet spot on your own, he was getting desperate for you.

“mmf-… baby.. please- i need it” he whined softly as your kisses turned into hickeys. you smiled against his neck as he sighed in pleasure from your markings, before leaning up to his ear to whisper.

“can you be quiet if i give it to you pretty boy?” you asked in a playfully hushed tone. he nodded his head frantically as you sat up and looked down at him.

“yes ma’am, i’ll be quiet i promise, i’ll be so good.” he whispered in a frantic tone, his need increasing by the second.

you knew he was lying, he sucked at staying quiet, no matter the situation, but you couldn’t act like seeing him all submissive and needy wasn’t hot as fuck.

you couldn’t ignore the pooling in your panties and the way you clenched around nothing, you needed him too.

you hummed before grabbing a nearby pillow from the couch and pushing it into his chest. “here, put it in your mouth” you said firmly.

choso took the pillow from you and looked at it for a second. no way you were gonna make him do this? he was a bit embarrassed at the thought, but his arousal beat the embarrassment by a long shot.

he shoved the pillow into his mouth, biting down on it as he looked up at you, faux innocence in his gaze.

you set your eyes on him and smirked. “you’re so obedient when you wanna be fucked” you chuckled as you reached down and begin to pull down his sweats.

he sharply inhaled through his nose as you began to undress his lower half. “hips up.” you said firmly. without question he lifted his hips, helping you to slide the fabric off his hips before sitting back down.

you lifted your own hips up, pulling down your pants and sliding your panties to the side before sliding him out of the opening of his boxers, hovering over him as the two of you lock eyes.

his mouth was salivating as he held the pillow between his teeth, a small pool of it setting the pillow as he held it in his mouth.

watching you take control of the entire situation, made him unimaginably hard, he had to resist the urge to pull you onto his dick and fuck you til you screamed.

but he knew better.

“bite down baby” you commanded in a hushed voice as you began to sink down onto his fat cock without warning, earning a muffled moan from the dark haired man as he bit into the pillow to silence himself.

his tip pushing past the folds of your sopping cunt inside your hole, your walls hot and wet, sucking him in as you took him to the hilt til he bottomed out.

Choso could’ve came right on the spot with the way you took all of him in almost an instant. your walls engulfing him, squeezing every inch of him tight.

“mmm mmf-” was all he could get out, the pillow stopping him from making any real noise.

“fuck.” you whispered in between breaths as you begin to move your hips up and down on him.

you were watching your pussy suck him in and out, your pudgy tummy jiggling as you moved, strings of your wetness connected at his base as you fucked him like it was nothing. it just made you even more wet.

you tilted your body forward, upper half pressed against his as you angled your hips and supported your knees with the couch cushion, before you slid up and down him, bringing yourself down harder.

“o-oh shit.. fuck.. mmm..dick so good baby”

the clap of your ass against his thighs only served to turn choso on more as you laid your head on his shoulder and rode him like it was nothing.

choso was in a high state of bliss, mesmerized by watching the way your ass bounced up and down on his dick and the wet squelching sounds that filled the room.

“mmf.. m-mommy fuck” he managed to muffle into the pillow as his eyes rolled back.

you chuckled and snatched the pillow out of his mouth. you wanted to hear him.

“talk to me pretty boy”

he was a gasping and whimpering mess as you fucked your self on to his fat, throbbing dick, he swore he could see stars. his hand flew to your hips, searching for some sort of stability.

“s-so so good mommy.. feels good..” he whined in your ear, but he was a little loud for you liking.

“quiet voices handsome, you said you could do it. make mommy proud.”

the heat building behind his abs was nearly at its peak, his balls feeling heavy and overly full as he sunk his nails into your hips trying to hold out on filling you up.

“m-mommy…m’gunna… c-cummm”

at this point your eyes were screwed shut, brows furrowed deep in pleasure as your head rested against his shoulder, your knees aching from being bent for so long, but you couldn’t stop.

“almost there baby.. hold on for me”

you rocketed your hips up and down, his fat mushroom tip hitting your cervix, prompting you to squirt just a little with every downward thrust of your hips.

“fuck mommy… m-makin a mess on me” he whined out as his cock twitched inside of you.

he hands tightened on your hips, almost painfully as he fought to hold back his nut, but he was failing.

“g-gunna cum.. i- i can’t hold it..” he whimpered

your mouth dropped open, but no sounds came out as you let out muted breaths of air to stifle your moans, your pussy hugged him tightly as you creamed on it, body trembling for the sheer force of your orgasm as you cursed in his ear.

“fuckfuckfuckfuck…”

he gripped your hips as you fell against him, body limp from the intensity of your orgasm, and thrusted up a few more times letting out a loud string of guttural moans as he nutted in you.

you knew he couldn’t do it.

“s-shit.. m-mommy fu-fucckkk”

you kissed his neck as he came down from his high, atill twitching inside you. sweat on his forehead and both your breaths coming out in ragged pants.

“knew you couldn’t say quiet, loud mouth” you chuckled against him.

he groaned in response to your teasing “fuck at least i tried. pussy too good to be quiet.” he rolled his eyes.

“yeah but now yuji is awake, i can hear him crying upstairs” you sighed.

“oh shit.. sorry babe” he said sheepishly.

“whatever loud mouth, you’re putting him back to bed.”

[oceanflowerbird]

Pien Pouwels, from ’Blood Orange Periphery’

[motojane]

[xyywrites]

Reminder: Nobody writes the perfect first draft. Nobody—it's a myth. We have to chip away at the rough edges, word by word, sentence by sentence, shaping it carving it, sculpting it. That's the process. It's shit but it's true.

[refat-ahmed]

Change is a part of life that we all experience. As we grow; we often adjust ourselves to fit in with others, sometimes losing sight of who we truly are. This constant adaptation can lead to feelings of exhaustion and confusion.

When we focus too much on pleasing others, we may sacrifice our own identity. In the end it is important to remember that staying true to ourselves is essential for our well—being and happiness.

[mournfulroses]

Nikolay Punin, from a diary entry featured in The Diaries of Nikolay Punin: 1904 - 1953

[lov3ssence]

your eyes open worlds i can't reach.

[grendil9]

>remove a massive, constant source of mind poison (TikTok) >one of the best methods of deceiving and ruining white children >I mean it literally exposes them to mind-altering, life ruining shit >daily >almost immediately add the poison back (can't let it go to waste) >attribute it's return to the "white team" >the righteous watch "fellow whites" celebrate >said "fellow whites" start spamming "My team won." slop >the righteous try to tell everyone that tiktok is actually evil >if they're actually righteous, they're already shadowbanned >"Trump stays winning ya'll!" blasted everywhere >TikTok is good now in the eyes of the innocent How demoralizing.

It’s literally insane how badly the Democrats got outplayed. Braindead party. Unsalvageable fucking morons

[2x55]

𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑒𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑐𝑎𝑙𝑚 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑝𝑟𝑜𝑓𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑 𝑎𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑓, 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑏𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑡𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑡𝑜 𝑎 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡 𝑓𝑒𝑙𝑡 𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑠𝑜𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑤𝑠 𝑑𝑒𝑒𝑝𝑙𝑦 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑎𝑛𝑡𝑙𝑦. 𝐵𝑢𝑡 𝑖𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑡 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑎𝑝𝑝𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑒 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ 𝑠𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑙𝑒𝑑 ℎ𝑒𝑟 𝑜𝑢𝑡 𝑎𝑚𝑖𝑑 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑢𝑟𝑟𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤𝑟𝑒𝑡𝑐ℎ𝑒𝑑𝑛𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑎𝑠 𝑠𝑜 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑎𝑛 𝑜𝑏𝑗𝑒𝑐𝑡 𝑜𝑓 𝑝𝑖𝑡𝑦, 𝑟𝑒𝑣𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑎 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑤ℎ𝑖𝑐ℎ ℎ𝑎𝑑 𝑏𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑒 𝑔𝑒𝑛𝑒𝑟𝑎𝑙𝑙𝑦 𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑒𝑥ℎ𝑎𝑢𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝑚𝑒𝑛'𝑠 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑟𝑡.

—𝐴𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠𝑎𝑛𝑑𝑟𝑜 𝑀𝑎𝑛𝑧𝑜𝑛𝑖 (𝟷𝟽𝟾𝟻-𝟷𝟾𝟽𝟹)'𝑠 𝑛𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑙 𝑇𝘩𝑒 𝐵𝑒𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑡𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑎𝑠 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑝𝑢𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑠𝘩𝑒𝑑 𝑖𝑛 𝟷𝟾𝟸𝟽

[teresablogs]

The vision in your heart is God’s promise for your future.