#AN R ON MY POUD

[love-pyramus]

TRANS JOY

[saenora]

U R FINALLY BACK ON MY DASH, ZEN MY BABYY, MY SPOUSEYY

I POSTED MY FIRST SMUT PIECE TODAY MORNING, AND YEAH, IT IS NOT AS HIT AS I WANT IT TO BE [MANYY THANKS TO IT NOT BEING SHOWN IN THE TUMBLR TAGS FOR THE FIRST 4 HRS] BUT I'M LWK POUD OF HOW IT TURNED OUT, AND... UM—

IF AND WHEN U FIND THE TIME, PLS GO THRU IT AND LMK WHT U THINK OF IT!!! NO PRESSURE IF U R BUSY THO!! ILYSM MY GORGEOUS DARLING 😘😘😘😘

I SAWWW THE TAG!!! EEEP I AM EXCITED TO READ!!

AAH DUMBLR >.> 🔪🔪🔪🔪 I AM SORRY KIT FOR @staff

I'll get to it later tonitee AND TELL YOU ALL MY THOUGHTSHDHS 🤭🫶 MUAHH SO PRPUDD OF YOUU AND I KNOW YOU WOULDVEDONE A GOOD JOB AT IT!!

ILYTOO BABYG 🫶🫶🫶

[ilikeapples01]

The Strahalym Massacre (all hail empress pink au) (art by kishinpain)

BEYOND TOP SECRET Military Watchdog Report, [date] Location: Strahalym Campaign, Strahalym Landing

Combatants involved: Jasper ████-███ (commanding officer), Jasper T606-039, Poudretteite JQPD-001, Amethyst 5-8XM

Witnesses: [DATA EXPUNGED FOR PERSONAL SAFETY]

During the very short Strahalym Campaign, appropriately dubbed the ‘Strahalym Massacre’ by sensationalist media outlets, actually detecting excessive force by Homeworld standards became exceptionally difficult, as the combined arms of the invasion force created such lopsided casualties it was largely impossible to tell if the behaviour of the troops fell within acceptable bounds. For instance, gunning down retreating soldiers, reprehensible as it may be morally, is perfectly legal as they are still active combatants who are duty bound to return later and attempt to kill our own forces in return.

That said, multiple eyewitnesses who have not been named to protect their lives have come forward as whistleblowers against the listed gems. This report is extremely sensitive as it indicts one of Empress Pink’s own daughters in war crimes, and is thus not to be taken lightly.

Witnesses describe Jasper T606-039 “T606”, Poudretteite JQPD-001 “Poud” and Amethyst 5-8XM “Shorty” executing disarmed bound and kneeling captives with their sidearms for no discernable reason. When confronted witnesses were met with variations of “fuck off”, “mind your business”, and other such expletive dismissals. Commanding officer Jasper ████-███ was not present, although her loud vocalisations of “scream you animals!” and so on were documented.

The charges this watchdog report brings forward are as follows: ● Execution of unarmed prisoners of war without due cause - punishable by up to one-thousand (1000) years indentured servitude, of either hard labour or forced prostitution varieties, and dishonourable discharge (“T606”, “Poud”, “Shorty”) ● Execution of unarmed prisoners of war for sport - punishable by firing squad (“T606”, “Poud”, “Shorty”) ● Dereliction of duties to subordinates i.e. abandoning one’s posting - punishable by demotion up to and including dishonourable discharge; in the case of a commanding officer also punishable by forcing the offender in question to carry out any sentences passed down to their subordinates. (Jasper ████-███)

Further evidence is available to all parties with Beyond Top Secret clearance and compiled within Document [REDACTED]. Unauthorised access will result in termination. ALWAYS VIGILANT.

one (1) unread message

Director, I know this report isn’t going to go anywhere. I know it’s going to be disappeared by the Bureau the moment they realise Poud’s involved. I know that I’m wasting my breath sending this to anyone expecting this to be resolved through official channels in any way other than those animals being let free to trample and murder again, as many times as they please simply because one of them can say ‘my father’.

So I’m sending it to you.

She listens to you. The Empress, I mean, somehow you’ve got sway over her, some dark charisma so overpowering I don’t even notice it, or something else entirely. That doesn’t matter though, what matters is someone that high up knows this happened, and that they CARE.

Who knows, maybe you’ll tell me to let it go too, feed me something about ‘national security’ or ‘optics’ and hope that’s enough, but I don’t think that’s you, and we both know it wouldn’t stop me. Either way, this report’s in your hands now, so what happens now is up to you. As for me, let them come if they must. Maybe this time they’ll succeed. They got close before, that human’s crafty. But they’ll never intimidate me, and they’ll never get me to cower, and they’ll never sway me from my cause.

LET JUSTICE BE DONE NO MATTER WHAT

Marshal of the Client Worlds Loyal Servant Good Friend Undyne

https://www.reddit.com/r/AllHailEmpressPinkAU/

https://twitter.com/kishinpain/status/1709568445598007461?t=t7BkJxO3hBQTaagpa9IheA&s=19

Poudretteite designed by toodlenoodle

T606 belongs to PersonMchuman

[l0stinthelight]

Today is a hard day. I’m going to go to class,

I have no appetite, pouding head ache, my stomach is nauseous, I’m so dizzy from this new medication.

I was doing pretty okay.

It just a day. been having a lot of those as of lately.

I’m going to go to class.

my heads pretty shit and negative today. feels like I’m rowing upstream.

Dealing with the fact I have no support is pretty shit.

Holding myself to sleep every night crying about the past is not it.

it’s rlly hard to resist the Urg to drink today. Like rlly hard.

I can feel my mother negativity dancing in my head like a fcking circus monkey.

I keep telling her to fuck off.

Over today. O v e r …

OVER IT

[chronic-claire-universe]

Hi Claire, thank you for interacting with me on tumblr! (I'm newly active as a writer so I don't have many mutuals so far^^)

Could I request a match-up (sfw and nsfw is fine for me)?

I'm 8w9 INTP sp/sx Leo , my height is 153cm and I have a petite body ( but big 🍈🍈 >> putting this if you want to write nsfw )  i'm more to the cute-hot vibes than beautiful-modest lady vibes. My hair is wavy and have ash brown color with purple highlight.

My social skills? Fine I think. I weirdly get along with a lot of people (everyone kinda knows me) but I never talk to them first. Even though I have a lot of friends, I only have one close friend ( tragic right:") )

My personality is rude—blunt in the rude way(?), I do whatever I want to because I seek freedom of expression, LOVE debating about certain issues, and surprisingly I'm quite a wise person. But, I have no jam. Right, I couldn't make any jokes since I usually use the wrong tone in my voice :( I prefer to keep my joke inside my imagination or write it down somewhere. I always try to dominate my man, but I want my man to dominate me too ( do you get what I mean here? 😭 ) I love to be alone too. I HATE loud voices, reptiles, and crowds. I'm not the type of person who easily shows my love to anyone. I think because I have a really high pride *sigh

I'm working as a graphic designer. Which somehow makes me currently don't have any interest. But I love listening to music (pop-rock and r&b) 

I'd like BSD and Tokyo revengers match up, please🥺  if you don't mind??

Thank you, Claire! I wish your both of your pillow side cold tonight 💕 (I'm sorry if this is too long to read*cry)

My dust bunny, I'm finally here for you! I looked forward to write for you since I received your request cause you're definitely super cool! So forgive me being late and welcome to my parlour loyal customers' circle, love you!!!

Warnings: Smut, Public Sex, Oral (giving, receiving), Femdom

Bungou Stray Dogs: Chuuya Nakahara

I promise that I didn't choose Chuuya for your height, but he loves that your lower than him, he feels like he can protect you, even if you don't need it.

Talking about physical attraction, I somehow image you with fashion and cool outfits and always with make up on, Chuuya goes nut when he sees you like this.

You're his stress reliever, it's difficult for him to get angry with you cause he loves you a lot and just a hug or laying in your boobs while caressing his hair, calms him down.

Dates with Chuuya consist in shopping and dinner outside, the few times, he's free. Despite this he prefers indoor dates where you talk about all and nothing.

He's touch starved, so expect him to cling to you as soon as he changes into home clothes.

Being clingy with him means that you finish in a make out session, wheter it being in the kitchen, on the couch or bed isn't important.

Chuuya is obsessed with oral, he likes to lick you and overstimulate but also receive: "Babe I need you" deep down you know he doesn't need, he wants you, especially your pretty mouth around his cock.

I consider him a service dom with some kinks: face fucking is a must, he can't help himself he loves seeing your teears while the tip hits your throat.

Sex with him with him is definitely needy and aggressive, you're his stress reliever, and pouding hard all the right points to make you scream definitely relax him, especially when he cum all over you.

Outside the bed is a total gentleman with you, he loves surprising you with flowers and a card where he says "Can't wait to see you tonight".

When he does things like that you definitely sends him a photo of your boobs and sexting becomes normal, "mmm I can wait to see those tits fuck my cock" he says while in his office smirking.

Sometimes if he can't resist the urge, he comes to your work with lunch, but this ends up always with him fucking you in the toilet.

In conclusion beside being so damn sexy together, you're also really romantic sensual, and we love this!!!

Tokyo Revengers: Manjiro Sano

Mmm well and here I come back with short guys with your same zodiac sign! But it's not this the reason why I match you with Mikey, I like you with bossy guys with cool vibes.

Your relationship with Mikey it's a quite a rollercoaster, he's the one that always calls you for doing crazy thing and you enjoy it.

Speaking seriously you're definitely the fresh air breeze in his life that helps him forget all of the anxieties or dark impulvisity.

The dark urges shows up a lot during sex.

Mikey is definitely a switch in my opinion, he loves when you dom him, from jerking him off and stop when he's going to cum to edging him and riding him during lazy mornings. He loves everything you do to tease him when he's in a good mood.

It happens a lot that when you decide to punish him and edge him, he cums without touching his cock, he just needs your voice and commands to bust the nut and cum all over the bed and stomach.

When the dark impulsivity shows up he's definitely the kind to just look at you dead in the eyes and order "Get naked", obliging to him you do it and when he gestures you to put yourself on his lap, he starts finger fucking you aggresively and makes you scream you in tears and pleasure.

When he's going to fuck you, he just puts you in missionary and he starts to move without giving you a warn, nore giving you the time to accomodate his size.

Hard thrusts and black eyes stare at you like you're his prey, if he says to you watch him and you don't do it cause you're dumb as fucked, expect him to turn aggressively your head and block you while he continues to fuck you and he cums groaning in pleasure.

Mikey is someone so difficult to handle to his sudden change, sometimes it seems to take care of a kid, but you love him and watching him smile definitely rewards you for everything.

I finished baby!!! Hope you love this 😊😊😊

[luulapants]

the passcode thing is cool as shit. if youre still infodumping what is your FAVORITE thing about a language. or languages in general. talk for a long time about some nerd shit is what i'm saying

You want a long infodump of nerd shit?? HERE IT COMES

My absolute favorite area of study in linguistics is pidgin and creole languages and, in particular, this really weird theory around them being the secret to discovering the “root code of language.” To start, you need to know what a pidgins and creoles are and what the difference is:

The word “pidgin” is based on a transcription of how Chinese merchants pronounced the English word “business.” And that’s a pretty apt description! A pidgin is a sort of broken mashup of two or more languages that occurs when speakers of different languages, who don’t speak one another’s languages with much fluency, have to interact and figure out how to communicate with one another. Historically, this often happened during trade and commerce interactions.

Imagine you’re a French merchant arriving in Haiti and trying to sell gun powder to a local who speaks no French whatsoever and you don’t even know what language this dude speaks. And you’re pointing at your wares and shouting “Poudre pour les armes!!” which to him probably sounds like “Pood pore lay zahhm” and the local kinda squints at you and says “Poud zam?” and mimes shooting a gun. You’re sick of shouting and you think he gets what you’re saying, so you’re just like “Oui, sure, poud zam,” and now gunpowder is “poud zam.”

Generally, one language provides most of the vocabulary for a pidgin, whichever is most widely spoken or is spoken by those with the most prestige or power. That’s called 'lexification.' So, for instance, Haitian creole is 'French lexified.' The vocabulary will be colored by local accents, though, and depend on what sounds everyone knows how to make (if half the people don’t know how to trill their ‘R’s, that sound will be left out of a Spanish-based pidgin).

When it comes to grammar, though, pidgins are distinctly lacking. Communicating grammar by pointing and shouting just doesn’t work that well, and you can mostly get by without a lot of grammatical nuance in those contexts. “Me give gunpowder. You give one-two-three bag gold.” BOOM, commerce accomplished.

You really only need more comprehensive structures once the pidgin enters the private/personal sphere, and THIS is where creoles come in. A pidgin becomes a creole the moment it becomes someone’s mother tongue. The second a kid is raised speaking pidgin as a first language, it’s considered a creole. And the reason we make that distinction is where things get very interesting.

Unlike pidgins, creoles are grammatically complete. But it’s not like anyone sits down and says, "Okay, kids are learning this now, we have to figure out the grammar rules.” It’s actually the opposite. Children naturally fill in the grammatical gaps of a pidgin. Studies that compared adult pidgin speakers with their creole-speaking children found that the children had formed grammatical constructions... pretty much out of nowhere. They do it naturally. Instinctively.

Now, this makes sense if you’ve ever spoken with a child who is still learning their first language. Have you ever heard a kid say ‘mouses' instead of 'mice'? It’s because they’ve learned the grammar rule for how we pluralize things in English and simply over-applied it. Kids will take the barest hints and grains of grammar in a pidgin and apply them over an entire language. And if there’s nothing to go off of? They make it out of nothing.

One really fascinating thing about creoles is that a lot of them share similar features - even when they were made in very different places, based on very different languages. Since a lot of modern creoles were created during the colonial period, one theory was that those features come from common ‘substratum’ languages (languages that didn’t lexify the pidgin) that were spoken by the African slaves transported around the world. While this may have contributed to some language similarities, attempts to trace back the linguistic origins of the populations that created the original pidgins has generally disproved this theory. Another WILD theory was that all creoles were originally based on Portuguese. Don’t ask me how this makes sense. It doesn’t. But there were whole ass professional academics spewing that shit.

A more contemporary - and exciting! - theory is that these common features come from a “root code of language” buried in the human brain. Basically, that children can and will learn whatever grammatical constructions exist in the language they’re taught, but when there’s nothing for them to go off of, there is a very old basic language instinct that reverts them to our oldest, most basic grammar forms. One example is reduplication or the repeating of all or part of a word. Instead of using a suffix for pluralization (mouses), you just say the word twice (mouse-mouse). Instead of saying ‘really tall,’ you say ‘tall-tall.’ This does exist in some other languages but is particularly common in creoles.

Creoles are often seen as “simple” or “incomplete” languages. While they are simpler in some ways, native speakers are still able to convey complex ideas, which makes them more complicated in others. For instance, creoles tend to have a smaller vocabulary. However, to make up for this, they tend to be highly metaphorical in their constructions. In Tok Pisin, the creole of Papua New Guinea, most fibrous materials are called 'gras' (as in ‘grass’ - it’s English-lexified). But to distinguish between them, you have ‘gras bilong het’ (hair), ‘gras bilong sipsip’ (wool), ‘gras bilong solwara’ (seaweed).

Grammatically, creoles tend to have fewer verb tenses and tend not to have case markers. But it would be a mistake to say that all creole grammar is simple. To use Tok Pisin as an example again, that language has way more pronoun distinctions than most languages. Instead of just “we,” it has words for “you and me,” “me and another person [not you],” “me and two other people [not you],” “me and the two of you,” “me and all y’all,” and “me and all of them.” They have different forms of ‘you’ depending on if you’re talking about one, two, three, or more than three people - same with ‘he/she/them’! (And their pronouns are nongendered.)

Grammatical simplicity doesn’t equate to a lesser language, in any case. And it can tell us a lot about how languages develop over time. Creoles have fewer irregular constructions than older languages, which makes sense - irregular constructions are often vestiges of old words or grammar that no longer exist. A lot of grammatical complexity is just the result of things being added to a language or changing over time. If creoles are using a “new” root code sort of grammar, it makes sense that it wouldn’t be as “complex” - they haven’t had time to fuck it up yet!

So these are some of the many, many reasons I love creoles. I hope you enjoyed this infodump <3

Ask me about linguistics!

[heejinnien]

A HIGHWAY WITH A LIGHT? I think it was just a real busy street not a highway nucdnducnd, i don’t really go to starbucks since it’s not popular here we have like only 2 here neidifhdjd and last time i went i got out of the starbucks to see my car wrecked :’) so a random person yeeted his car into mine and ran away :´) it was painful to see that holding my small macchiato ;-;

Ohhh i am also not a fan of sweets!!! I got a really really salty tooth hahahaha so i love crackers (perhaps might have an addiction to cheez-its, they arrived like 5 months ago in my city and I’ve been obsessed), the thing i do like are traditional dessert like Pouding Chômeur which is my fav fav fav especial when its hot and out of the oven :3

I celebrate Christmas too! Thanksgiving exis, it is present, but no one really celebrates it hahaha i never saw someone celebrate it here! I think a tradition that do go around are sugar shack april and corn roast june!

Sugar shack april : every family goes to the sugar shack at least once in this month and we eat traditional meals! Such as Tourtière, pea soup, baked beans, and lots of other stuff! And the dessert is maple syrup on snow, so we pour maple syrup on CLEAN SNOW OKAY, it hardens and we we pick it up with a stick and it’s delicious!

Corn Roast June: is more with friends, everyone kind of does it too! It’s a month where we do a lot of corn and we peel them together and enjoy our time around a fire, eating nanaimo bars and Pet de soeur (yes the typical traduction of this is sister’s farts dont ask why) for dessert! It like big parties hehehe

Voilà<3

-cndjdjdnnd idk where is the scooter emojii on this not phone of mine so imagine the emojii

it wAS A HIGHWAY I SWEAR SJKDFHGJKSD. that makes sense, not ur poor macchiato :( i hope ur okay, altho ur car obvi isn’t.

omg cheez-its, in middle school my friend used to always give me her burnt cheez-its bc she wasn’t a fan of them. oo i haven’t heard of pouding chomeur

cleAN SNOW- it’s okay i believe u, ur not the first person i’ve heard of who does that !! i’ve heard it’s v good

corn roast june :o sounds v interesting. that reminds me of these sweet corn flavored korean snacks i have skdjfhf

- ksjdfhkg that’s okay, ik it’s you, altho not ur phone, hm r u a thief

[dottores]

oh my fucking god i finally managed to read the lda chapter and i’m not even joking my head startwd POUDING and my stomach was killing my like i was seconds away from throwing up like not even a quarter through it ur writing is so… i still feel dizzy i’m not gonna say anything bc if i do now none of it is gonna make any sense oh my ducking fod i csnt fcukfing r breathe or fbunkgnsyyray i love their do much i’m gkdicj bro ducking cry UR WDUTING IM good night. PROMISE I’LL GIVE HOU FEEDBACK THO!!

KSKKSKAJSJJS PLS I LOVE YOU IM LOOKING FORWARD TO IT

[adele82]

dude ive gained like 6 pouds im such a moyher fuck knh failure. i look so fat and im going to tge poool today with friends and. they r totaly going to laugh at my fat fucking body

[thewritingfox]

Soulmates- Chapter Four

Master Post -> https://thewritingfox.tumblr.com/post/174423752657/soulmates-master-post-first-draft 

A/N: So, I’m not feeling particularly well... at all. But hey, I managed to write quite a bit more than I have been of late so... I guess that counts for something?

He was back in the Virginia house, laying in the same squishy bed Roman had had for years. He slowly sat up and detangled himself from the pool of limbs. Somehow they’d all ended up laying in different directions in a pile. The boy in the light blue pjs had fallen asleep with his glasses on, but miraculously they weren’t lost or broken, which was more than could be said for the one in the dark blue pajamas whose glasses were by his feet and appeared to have been crushed in someone’s sleep. The one in the red pajamas’ hair was uncharacteristically messy. Once he had fully awakened the one in the purple and black pjs stood and stretched before grabbing his phone and taking a picture of the scene, before setting to work on getting breakfast ready for everyone, remembering to mind the lactose intolerance of one of his bed-mates, and the food allergies of another. Slowly, they each stumbled downstairs, following their noses. They sat in front of beautiful plates, each customized to the eater’s tastes and needs. They smiled gratefully to their purple robed companion as they dug into their delicious meal. They all sat in silence, just enjoying each other’s company. When each member finished they stood and washed their dishes and placed a soft kiss on the top of the purple one’s head before they headed back upstairs to get ready for their days. It was so lovely and he couldn’t remember the last time he was so happy.

Virgil suddenly sat bolt right up. At first he couldn’t figure out where he was until he heard the angelic laughter. He looked over and saw Roman standing in what he called the practice corner and was looking at Virgil, who was now tucked in to Roman’s bed. “Looks like I have a cutie in my bed.” Roman remarked. “Wonder what people will think of that?” He said in a joking manner, which cause Virgil to turn redder than the sheets around him. He slowly slid out of the bed and put his shoes back on, though he didn’t remember taking them off. “You’ve been asleep for about an hour.” Roman said, answering the question Virgil was about to ask. “It’s only about one o’clock, but do you want some lunch? Anything to eat?”

“Uh…. s-sure?”

“Is a grilled cheese okay? It’s one of the only things I can actually make honestly.” he said while scratching the back of his neck.

“S-sounds g-good t-to me.” Roman told Virgil to wait in the room and he’d bring it up in a second, saying he was gonna make a grilled cheese surprise and that he’d be right back, before disappearing downstairs. He got up from the bed and sat in front of the windows overlooking the water, in the hour he’d been asleep clouds had rolled in and now the water looked very choppy, almost dangerous. A storm was definitely rolling in. Virgil pulled out his art book and started a quick sketch of the scene in front of him, falling in love with the way it looked; the dark storm clouds above, the choppy water below, the empty beach to his right and the woods across from him with someone standing in front. Virgil gasped and looked again someone was standing there and they seemed to be staring right at him. Virgil started getting really scared and backed up as far from the window as he could, bumping into a wall.

Suddenly he heard footsteps pouding up the stairs and for a moment Virgil wondered if it was that person, before Roman appeared, a sword in one hand and a plate in the other. “You okay Virg? I thought I heard something.”

“Y-yeah, f-fine. J-just s-slid a-and b-bumped i-into the w-wall i-is all.” Roman pointed the sword at the wall.

“Hey wall, if you ever do something like that again, I won’t hesitate!” Roman said with a serious look that almost had Virgil scared, before laughing and setting down the plate on the floor between them. The grilled cheese was HUGE and had cheese practically dripping out of the sides. It made Virgil’s mouth water. He tentatively took a bite and almost melted with the cheese as the taste of bacon, pepperoni, and salami filled his mouth. Another bite and he could taste some italian sausage. It tasted absolutely amazing and before he knew it, he’d finished the entire thing. He suddenly felt guilty, he’d never had that much food at once in his life, and he felt like he should’ve shared.

“S-Sorry R-Ro, I sh-should’ve a-asked i-if y-you w-want-ted a-any.”

“Don’t worry about it. Couldn’t have eaten more than half of a half anyways. I’m lactose intolerant. When I was a kid it wasn’t as bad, as long as there was something besides just cheese, I’d be fine, though still couldn’t drink milk. Now I have to be careful about the amount of cheese and other dairy products I consume or I could get pretty sick, and trust me: It’s NOT a pretty sight.”

“O-oh.”

“What about you? Anything relatively common that could make you ill or die?”

“A-aerosol p-products. I-if I b-breath th-them in I s-stop b-breathing.”

“Oh jeez. Like body sprays?”

“B-body sp-sprays, c-cleaning c-chemicals, p-perfumes, s-some c-cigarettes.”

“Geez. Wish I could protect you from all of it. Honestly I wish I could just put you in a bubble and protect you from everything.” Virgil burst out laughing.

“I-it’s m-my j-job to p-pro-t-tect y-you!”

“No way My Chemically Imbalanced!”

“Uh-huh!”

“Ugh whatever.”

“I w-win.”

“Oh hush!” Roman turned deep red before he plopped onto a couch with Virgil following. They both spent hours just talking about themselves and getting to know each other. All too soon was it five o’clock and time for Virgil to get home. Roman drove him and dropped him off as stealthily as possible and told him that if his aunt gave him any trouble to just say the friend he hung out with today got him an uber home. Virgil didn’t want to leave or get out of the car as they pulled up but he knew he had to, or he’d face hell later. He thanked Roman for the fun day and walked inside, greeted his aunt and Miss Cici, then went upstairs and continued his painting project.

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[m0onbean]

Splish Splash

category: FLOOF

pairing: eunwoo X reader

note: sounds a lot like weightlifting fairy (aka one of my fav kdramas)

Your school was extremely competitive. Mainly in sports. Mainly in swimming.

Therefore, whoever was in the swim team was automatically considered popular and cool. Every student who attended your highschool could name all the members of the swim team without even trying to forget even ONE person. It wasn't because they WANTED to, it was because there was never a conversation excluding them at any where or time in class, therefore forcing them to know all of the names by heart.

Naturally, you were instantly considered a "nerd" due to your lack of skillful swimming. It wasn't a HUGE problem anyways and it didn't bother you. Sure, sometimes you were really shy and awkward, but who cares anyways? You were in high school because your parents required it, not to become super cool.

With that being said, you were probably the least interested person in the swim team. Sure, some of the boys in the team were pretty cute, but literally the whole school is onto them and is getting at any chance to get in their pants. Other than that, you never really found anything peculiar or fascinating about them.

As you sat alone in the library at an isolated table studying for your history test, your eyes focused on the words of the textbook. In the middle of flipping a page, a splash of water whipped across your face, dampening your face. You blinked slowly, frozen in your seat.

"Oh my god, I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" an unfamiliar voice apologized frantically from above you.

"Fantastic," you replied and wiped the water droplets off your cheek. When you looked up, you were met with a strikingly handsome face. You noticed that his gym bag was completely soaked, water dripping onto the carpet floor.

He looked really concerned and panicked, fumbling with his belongings.. After digging through his gym bag, he reached a dry towel out and handed it to you. "Here, dry yourself with this."

You accepted the rag (which you noted was wet) and patted your face with it quickly, not trusting the suspicious towel.

"Are you okay...?" the cute boy lowly asked while looking over you cautiously.

"Yeah. Don't worry about it." you failed to show any real emotion and tossed the towel back to him which he managed to catch with one hand. His other hand was slung over his gym bag and his hair was damp with water and slicked back.

Deciding the conversation had died out, you looked back down to your textbook and tried to refocus your attention to your studies.

"So..." the boy suddenly spoke again. "Don't you... uh... recognize me?"

Turning your head back up again, you fully examined the boy's face more carefilly. His eyes were hopeful as he quietly awaited your response.

"Uh... are you part of the swim team or something?" you assumed from his wet gym bag and damp hair.

The boy's eyes widened and jaw dropped.

"No?" you carefully asked again while cocking your head.

"N-No... you're right but... you don't know my name?!"

You tried to stifle laughter, "Sorry bud. I'm not into the swim team."

Offended, the boy ran his hands through his hair which looked really attractive. "Wow. You're like the only person in the school who can't recognize me. My pride is H U R T." He pounded his chest dramatically.

A small, shy giggle escaped your lips. Although he confirmed that he was indeed a member of the school's swim team, that didn't change your view of him. You continued to try to study again, dismissing his presence. Again, he was offended.

"Y-You DON'T EVEN CARE! Don't you want to know my name at least? Or..." he looked straight in your eyes and held a hand to his chest at where his heart was. "...isn't your heart pouding wildly currently?"

Shaking your head in sorrow, you watched him close his eyes and huff violently.

"I can try to guess who you are?" you offered and proceeded when he gave you a small nod. "Are you... Moonbin?"

The potential Moonbin only groaned louder and held onto the nearest chair for support.

"Um... Sanha?"

The boy picked up a random book laying on the desk and smashed it over his head. "NO." He then slammed the book on the floor dramatically, "I'm the most popular member in the team, Cha Eunwoo!!"

"Oh."

Eunwoo kicked a hole through a bookshelf.

The next day, you didn't expect to find Eunwoo patiently standing outside of your last class of the day. People crowded around him immediately upon seeing him and tried making conversation. He only gave short responses and didn't really seem to pay attention despite the obvious way the girls were twirling their hair and clawing at his arm.

When his eye caught a glimpse of you stepping out the door, he shoved past the crowd and stood in front of you. You abruptly halted and looked up to see the same handsome face from the day before.

"What's my name?" he cut you off quickly before you could question him.

"Cha Eunwoo?"

A satisfied smile spread across his face and he marched away triumphantly.

You laughed to yourself at how dorky he was acting and continued to head home.

The day afterwards, you were shocked to find him waiting for you again afterschool. You approached him, "What are you-"

"What's my name?"

You sighed, "Cha Eunwoo."

Again, his face lit up and he headed the other direction with his chest held up high. You prayed this wouldn't become a regular routine. God didn't answer your prayers though.

Everyday after school the same handsome boy would wait for you no matter how much you tried to insist you didn't have the memory of a goldfish. Despite your efforts to make him leave (which was quiet unexpected because I mean, he's a freaking swim team member), Eunwoo never failed to catch you leaving the class.

One day, you decided to have fun with him. When you opened the door to leave, you scanned the wall where Eunwoo would always lean back on and wait. As expected, he was there, whistling and doing his best to ignore the squealing girls.

His eyes met yours and you didn't hesitate to walk up to him. "What's my name?" he asked with his eyes crinkled up in amusement.

"Uh..." you performed your best acting. "Sorry... I don't remember."

Shock wiped over Eunwoo's face as he stood there, blinking several times. "W-What?"

He continued, "But I like... asked you everyday so you could remember it until the day you die..." he was genuinenly confused but mostly hurt.

Feeling guilty, you smacked his chest nervously. "I'm just joking! I could practically chant your name in my sleep."

Relieved, Eunwoo closed his eyes and sighed loudly. You found how much he cared about being known humorous. When he finally opened his eyes again, he gazed directly into yours with an unreadable look.

Scared that he would be mad at you, you awkwardly shifted away and rubbed your arm.

"You're quite different from other girls." he suddenly said a little too casually.

You almost choked at his words.

"I mean... you haven't even told me your name yet unlike others who beg me to remember their names and date them." Eunwoo examined your face and stepped closer to you.

Intimidated, you diverted your gaze from his. "What are you trying to imply?"

"Nothing, I just find you different. And I like it."

Your cheeks burned under his intense stare, making you feel vulnerable and small. The people crowding around you two were leaning in, trying to hear what he was confessing and why in the world his eyes were shooting hearts at you.

And with that, he winked at you and strolled away, a crowd of people trailing right behind him like ducklings.

[deadgwen]

hello my Angel i know you know but i adore you and you seriously are one of the sweetest souls on earth and i am so lucky to call you one of my dearest friends!! so busy with school but you take the time to radiate so much love and joy and your kindness is so contagious and you are such a good!! person!! none of us deserve you!! anyways don't feel pressured to answer this right away bc i know life has a way of keeping us busy but just know I LOVE YOU WITH ALL MY SPONGE HEART. I L Y ♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡♡

OKAY LISTEN PRISTINE MY BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL BEAUTIFUL ANGEL BABE ok im not,,,,,, ok im not ok im breathing out of my nose real hard LIKE REAL HARD U KNOW WHAT I MEAN REAL HARD AND THERE IS WATER IN MY EYES I BELIEVE THEY ARE CALLED TEARS!!! I THINK ITS CALLED CRYING!!!!! and one of my socks is entirely LAUNCHED to the other side of the room and ITS THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT (YOU SHOULD SEE WHAT WE DO!!!!!! IN MY DREAMS!!!!) but i am sitting here SOBBING BECAUSE!!!!! MY HEART!!!!! CANT HANDLE THIS!!!!! WHAT FOR!!!!!

the queen of my heart truly u rlly are a love and NOT ANY LOVE but this love!!!!!! the definition of this love i know ive told u this (SCREAMED AT U ACTUALLY WHILE CRYING BC LOOK WHAT YOU MADE ME DO CAME OUT AND NEITHER OF US WHERE ALIVE) but i know places u remind me of!!!!! the big clear blue and the ocean and deep currents open space and wind in my hair and the safe kind of cold okay U R THE GIRL THATS FINALLY CLEAN NEVER IN MY WILDEST DREAMS COULD I DESERVE U OKAY!!!!!! IN DREAMS I MEET U IN WARM CONVERSATION BC IM A GOOD GIRL IM HOPEFUL AND LONG I WILL I WAIT YOUR PICTURE IN A LOCKET MY LONG HANDWRITTEN NOTE DEEP IN MY POCKET (IT SAYS I LOVE PRISTINE IT IS A LOVE LETTER BC ALTHOUGH I AM A DEMON, I AM IN LOVE WITH YOU. U ARE EXCELLENT. EVERYTHING U DO IS EXCELLENT. DARE I SAY IT.) NEVER HAVE I BEEN READY FOR YOU AND U CANT!!! BLAME ME!!!! DONT BLAME ME!!!!!! LOVE MADE ME CRAZY!!!!!!! AND U KNOW WHAT ELSE. IF IT DOESNT. U AINT DOIN IT RIGHT. BINCH

okay!!! i love u!!!! all i know is that i said hello!!!!!! all i know is that you held the door!!!! all i know is the most beautiful name!!!!!! PRISTINE!!!!! you’ll be mine!! and i’ll be yours!!!!!!! ur GORGEOUS ily babe LOOK AT ME SCRAMBLIN AROUND BC I CANT SAY ANYTHING TO YOUR FACE!!!! BC LOOK AT UR SPONGE FACE!!!!! ITS GORGEOUS!!!!!! 2 BE FAIR UR SO DELICATE UR SO LOVELY UR NAME IS PRISTINE LIKE GOD DAMN BUT FUCKING HONESTLY!!!!!! CALL IT WHAT YOU WANT BUT THIS IS WHY WE CANT HAVE NICE THINGS BABE ITS BC U R THE NICEST THING AND ALL OTHER NICE THINGS CANNOT!!!! COMPARE!!!!!!! TO HOW NICE U ARE!!!!!! UR THAT NICE!!!!!!!!! TAYLOR SWIFT HAD TO FORMALLY CANCEL EVERYTHING ELSE BC U ARE TOO GOOD!!!!! SO GOOD!!!!!!!!

I WILL NEVER NOT EVER BE OVER THIS MESSAGE NEVER MY HEART IS POUDING THIS IS BEAUTIFUL THANK YOU SO MUCH THANK YOU FOR SENDING ME THIS I LOVE YOU im not a good person!!!!! im awful!!! im a headache and i am a mess and a terrible friend and I AM ALSO CONSTANTLY FIGHTING EVERYONE LIKE BITCH @ MYSELF SIT DOWN GOD but i adore u i adore u i adore u i love this so much i can literally never CALMLY answer an ask bc everything hits me right in the heart i am just!!!!!!!!!! i love this!!!!!!!! so much!!!!! i love you!!!!!!!!!!! i need 2 relax but just LOVE i love u ILY ILY ILY

[librapinof]

Worth The Wait

Title: Worth the Wait (A Dan & Phil Smut)

Warnings: ddlg m/m sexuals ; crude language ;  that’s about it

Rating: Hard R towards NC17

Author: Me, this is an oc fic. 

Yes this is adult content, you have been warned, read at your own risk. *this also can be found in my oneshots collection on Wattpad*

https://my.w.tt/UiNb/eI0kLiBSkH

Summary: “"You can’t wait till I get us home, can you? Ready for me to rip those tight jeans off you and fill your tight hole with my big cock? You want that babyboy?” Phil cooed out, his voice dripping with lust as he accelerated, hurrying his way home.“

Word Count: 1653 (before edit) ~*~*~ I miss you already

Dan texted from his 7th period Government class to his boyfriend, Phil, who was in free period.

Shouldn’t you be, idk, paying attention, young man?

Phil sent back with a chuckle, having nothing better to do than encourge Dan’s slight misbehaviour.

I got better things on my mind

Dan sent back quickly, proud of his past self for choosing a desk in the back of the classroom just for moments like this.

Oh? Like what?

Phil mused back, suddenly forgetting his boyfriend was in class at the moment.

You.

Dan replied simply, knowing it would excite his lover.

What about me?

Phil poked back, already knowing the answer after the weekend they had together.

Your thick cock filling me right up, Daddy

Dan replied quickly, adding

God, I miss the taste of you, too. I’ll meet you at your car right after the bell.

Dan hit send quickly before tucking his phone away, very quickly turning on his attention back to class, acting like he didn’t have a growing problem in his already tight skinny jeans, smirking softly as he knew exactly what he was doing to the older male.

"Fucking tease,” Phil muttered to himself, caught in the library with a growing problem in his pants and 30 minutes until dismissal.

With minimal problem, both Dan and Phil made it to the end of the period.

Phil stood up and bolted out the door right after the bell, ready to see what plans his little lover was concocting.

Dan on the other hand took his time, holding his books just right to conceal the problem in the front of his own skinny jeans as he trekked out to Phil’s car, his face lighting up as he saw his raven-haired lover waiting for him.

When the two boys met at Phil’s car, everyone gawked, as usual.

They were an unlikely pair, Dan and Phil were. Phil was the school asshole; year 12, tall, perfectly dyed jet-black hair, tattooed, pierced, and willing to beat up any underclassman in his way to what he wanted.

Dan on the otherhand was the polar opposite; year 10, also tall, but not as tall as Phil, with soft brown curls, usually topped with a flower crown to match his pastel aesthetic. He was soft spoken, quietly taking the crude language the more “masculine” boys tended to throw at him.

Dan was the kind of kid you’d see Phil beat up, but Phil did nothing but protect and care for the small boy he ended up falling in love with.

“Anyone come after you today?” Phil asked softly, his lips close to Dan’s ear as he snaked his arms around Dan’s slender frame.

“After that black eye you gave Cameron last Tuesday, no one has said anything,” Dan replied with a sweet smile, averting his eyes from Phil to hide the lust burning within them.

“He deserved it anyway,” Phil chuckled softly, “Hey, let’s blow this popsicle stand. You started something I would love for you to finish.”

“Oh, did I?” Dan said with a wink before breaking apart from Phil, slipping quickly into the passenger seat.

Phil rolled his eyes playfully as he dropped down into the driver’s seat, quickly turning the car over before turning his torso to face Dan, “yeah, you did baby boy. Teasing Daddy in the middle of your class like that? What were you thinking?” he purred, his eyes on the road but his right hand travelling to Dan’s thigh.

Dan’s breath hitched softly, still half-hard from teasing Phil earlier, “I’m sorry Daddy, I just couldn’t get last night off my mind. I can’t ever get enough of you,” he purred back, scootching over in the seat as close to Phil as he could get.

“You can’t wait till I get us home, can you? Ready for me to rip those tight jeans off you and fill your tight hole with my big cock? You want that babyboy?” Phil cooed out, his voice dripping with lust as he accelerated, hurrying his way home.

“Yes please, Daddy,” Dan mumbled back, squirming in the passenger seat as his jeans grew tighter.

Phil squeezed Dan’s thigh roughly as he whipped the car around the corner, making it to his house in record time. He shut his car off and hopped out of the car, nearly running to the other side to open the door for Dan.

“To the bedroom, naked on the bed and do not touch yourself,” Phil commanded in a still gentle tone.

“Yes sir” Dan replied with a squeak, running out of the car and into Phil’s house, making a mad dash for the bedroom.

Leaving the door wide open behind him, he discarded his clothes in a rush, throwing them every which way before laying onto the bed flat on his back, his arms over his head and legs parted ever so slightly.

Phil sauntered his way there not far behind Dan. He had plans for his little one that though he couldn’t wait to act on, making Dan wait was all part of his fun.

Phil stood in the open doorway, admiring the view in front of him: Dan laying out on his bed, arms up above him, eyes squeezed shut and fists clenched as he tried to keep control, his cock hard and standing, aching to be touched.

“What a good little boy,” Phil purred softly as he stepped into the room, slowly discarding his own clothes, “so ready for my touch,” he added, dragging his fingertips across Dan’s hipbone.

Dan shivered softly, opening his eyes to look down at Phil with lust blown pupils.

“Please,” Dan pleaded softly, all teasing a defiance gone as ached for Phil’s touch.

“Well, since you asked so nicely,” Phil replied with a devious smirk, kneeling in between Dan’s legs, dropping his head down between his baby’s tanned thighs. He nipped softly at the heated skin before lifting Dan’s hips up so he had access to lick across Dan’s hole.

Dan gasped loudly, Phil’s mouth feeling cold on his heated skin.

Phil smirked softly before attacking Dan’s hole with soft licks, circling around before thrusting his tongue in, quickly finding a rhythm for his actions.

Dan moaned out, softly at first but slowly growing louder. He ground his hips softly against Phil’s face until he was stopped by Phil’s hands, gripping at his hipbones to hold the smaller boy in place.

Phil brought one hand down, slicking his index finger up with spit before gently pushing it into the writhing boy under him.

“Daddy more,” Dan begged softly, not in need of much stretching after how often he and Phil had sex. Phil nodded, still licking around Dan’s hole as he pushed in a second finger, curling his fingers up as he thrusted in, seaching for that magical spot.

Dan let out a soft cry when Phil found it, finding the freedom to grind his ass against Phil’s face.

“Daddy - close,” Dan mumbled out, feeling the warmth pool in his lower abdomen that signaled he was close.

Phil smirked softly, pulling his mouth away from Dan as he pushed in a third finger, stretching out the boy under him.

Dan whimpered first at the loss of contact but it fell into a moan as he felt Phil’s third finger make it in, quickly stretching him open.

Once he felt his lover was ready he pulled his fingers out, smirking softly at Dan’s pout as he reached for the lube still on his bedside table. He poured a generous amount on his own painfully hard cock, moving quickly.

“Hands and knees, baby boy,” Phil cooed to Dan as he finished spreading the lube on himself.

Dan moved quickly, getting up on his hands and knees, throwing his ass high in the air, leaving his pink puckered hole on display for Phil.

Phil quickly lined himself up with Dan’s entrance, and pushed in slowly, making sure not to hurt his lover.

After he bottomed out, he waited until Dan nodded to start moving, quickly establishing a pace that wasn’t too gentle - just how they both needed it: rough and messy.

“You’re so tight, baby boy,” Phil cooed loudly, reaching around to lace his lanky fingers around Dan’s leaking cock.

“uhn, Da-daddy mo-re,” Dan choked out loudly, meeting hid hips with Phil’s with each thrust. His head hung down as he squeezed his eyes shut, unable to think of anything else other than Phil’s massive cock pouding into him.

“You can cum after me, baby,” Phil purred right into Dan’s ear, changing his angle to hit right on Dan’s prostate with every thrust.

With a loud cry Phil came deep indside Dan, surprised by the intensity of his own orgasm. He rode out his own high for a few more long, drawn out thrust before picking his pace back up, panting hard as he brought Dan to the end.

“Cum for me, Princess,” Phil cooed right into Dan’s ear.

Three, maybe four, thrusts later Dan was coming, a sharp cry escaping his lips as Phil fucked him through his high.

Phil pulled out of Dan, collapsing onto the bed after Dan. He wrapped his long, lanky arms around his smaller lover as he worked to catch his breath.

“I should tease you like that more often,” Dan whispered out with a chuckle, a playful smile wide across his lips, also short of breath.

“God I can never take you anywhere” Phil laughed, a yawn taking over him.

Dan rolled his eyes playfully as he snuggled into Phil, knowing he’d regret it later that he didn’t clean himself up.

“Yeah but you love me you spoon,” Dan laughed, his eyes closing as he drifted into a nap.

“Yeah, I really love you,” Phil cooed back softly before he fell asleep, knowing he could take care of everything else later.

[singleschronicles-blog]

I'm Hating LOVE!!!

As I sit back and listen to rain... Slowly and thrustfully pouding my window pane. HOLD UP, HOLD UP!!! How can write a true LOVE poem without sounding lame... The way I was about to start off makes it seem as if I am full of shame. Is it so hard for me face the fact... That the one thing that I'm truly missing is exactly that. Man...I'm Hating LOVE!!! You see, when I finally met that special person... I thought it was God's way of giving me my final relationship lesson. Who could pass up the such an opportunity... My nigga, do you know that she help mold the new me? It's funny because I opened up to her more than my hometown peers... I cried, tried not to lie...shit I even confessed my worst fears. FUCK!!! I'm Hating LOVE!!! For a long time I thought LOVE paid me no mind... It felt as if those emotions had moved on and left me behind. I turned on the radio the other day... No, it wasn't Jodeci, H-Town, Babyface or Marvin Gaye. It was R. Kelly singing, "Slow Dance..." After reminising and humming loudly, I thought; When can I have that chance? When can I have that chance; to help that special female understand... That she doesn't have to look any further; She just found a real GROWN ASS MAN!! When can I have that chance; to tell the DJ to slow it down so I can get close... Whisper in my girl's ear..."beautiful, you're the one I appreciate the most." Uhhmmm, let me quit daydreaming and face the fact... This GROWN ASS MAN probably already missed a chance like that. This is BULL SHIT...I can't believe that I'M HATING LOVE!!!

[datingadviceonreddit]

I was 5'6 august of 2016 at 187 pouds now I'm 6'6 I'm 13 right now and I instantly became popular since I play basketball but I have stretch marks I feel so insecure changing in the locker room because I feel I'll be made fun of I wear an undershirt everyday. The most embarrassing thing was tripping in class because I'm tall lanky and sometimes clumsy. One time after I fell a girl in my class asked if I was okay I blushed and got tongue tied. I have overheard her tell a friend that she thought it was cute that I got tongue tied. via /r/dating_advice

[johnnyseod-remade]

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