#So so soooo tempted UGH

[rhaenicentpilled]

ive not read a fic in sooo long but theres this new rhaenicent failmarriage succession-esque one thats tempting me like a pump of drug to an addict BUT its 50k words and only halfway done soooo IDKKKKK

[facefullofsadness]

when succubus!winrina are summoned

g!p demon!jiminjeong x human!reader

smut, 2k wc

happy extremely belated birthday (like can I even classify this as a bday post anymore?) to the most annoying person I know @aliceiwk because she didn't wanna tell me her bday even though I was gonna find out eventually bc I was gonna post this ANYWAY. is late as FUCK (literally an entire month PLUS late omg) bc of school, travel, other reasons wtv, but that wasn't gonna stop me!!! soooo yes mwah mwah lub u enjoy ur jiminjeong threesome!!

when yizhuo and aeri had the bright idea of doing a silly little demon summoning session for funsies, you screamed at them in horror. what the actual fuck kind of idea is that? the two girlfriends' justification was simply for shits and giggles! I mean, that shit isn't real anyway, right? there's no ACTUAL fucking shot demons would come to haunt you guys if you tried conjuring em up!

somehow, someway, yall ended up in a circle with some candles, some salt, a shady looking book, and a dark ass room. being in the actual moment sent chills down your spine, the summer nights being quite cold to accompany such a stupid idea you and your friends were going through with. when your last minute effort to back out, stop, and instead watch horror movies to get their spooky fill failed, the two girls begin flipping pages of the book.

"what aboutttt demon of gluttony?" the small girl asks, pondering which demon to summon.

"there's not a lot of things to do with that," the taller girl replies, one arm propped up behind her girlfriend, checking her nails on the other hand.

"demon of wrath?"

"we've all got enough anger combined to need that one."

"demon of sloth!"

"fuck does that even mean?"

"ooohhhh!! y/n desperately needs this one, demon of lust."

"oh, perfect!"

"hey wait what is that supposed to mean?!" you butt in.

"now now, it's okay to badly want head! we're just helping you out!"

aeri raises her hands up and reaches out to pull you into the chair placed in the middle of a pentagram surrounded in candles. you put your face in your hands, shaking your head at the reality of what was currently happening.

"now just sit tight and soon enough you'll stop complaining about your celibacy!"

performing the ritual was goofier than you expected it to be. with the accompaniment of yizhuo's unserious reading of the spell, aeri's cackle everytime her girlfriend stuttered, and forgetting to pause the music, having txt's blue hour playing in the background, it was hard to take anything seriously. having to go through with the summoning ritual twice because the first time was so botched, thinking doing it again would make sure it "worked".

unsurprisingly, nothing happened. ning was disappointed, to which aeri had to kiss away her pout, but you were relieved because what the fuck would have possibly happened if it worked? you sent the girls home after making them clean the stupid ritual up, collapsing on your mattress and passing out.

in the dead of night, two figures emerge from the shadows, the darkness of your room enveloping the strangers. you're completely asleep, your peaceful breathing and spinning ceiling fan the only white noise to mask the echoey voices across the room.

"what are you doing here?"

"I was summoned, I could ask the same question to you."

"why would I purposefully go somewhere you are?"

"it's simple, you're obsessed with me or something."

"not as obsessed as you are with me."

the shadowy figures huff in the darkness before staring back at your slumbering body.

one of them smirks and scoffs, "horny slut must've summoned both of us."

"how fascinating, I was worried it was gonna be a man again," the other figure tilts her head to the side, observing your sleeping face.

"ugh, one thing we can finally agree on, men aren't nearly as fun or tempting as women."

the being observing your face brushes a strand of hair out of your eyes, "girls are just so delicious."

the two look at each other and exchange a sinister smile, almost agreeing to be civil through eye contact.

"then let's have our fun tonight yeah, winter?"

"only if you share, karina."

you were awoken to your body being thrown around, your back sinking into the mattress, wrists pinned on either side of you, eyes shooting open with a gasp, shaking you out of your sleep. foggy sight clearing and eyes adjusting to the darkness slowly as two figures come into view, women (?), or as your mind would rationalize them to be.

two shadowy women with rustic obsidian horns growing through their skulls, dark tails swaying behind them, black leather-like wings spanning out from their backs, and dark red orbs emanating aura from their eyes. you're frozen into place, your eyes doing all the talking as they observe the figures pinning you down with their talon-like claws, skimpy leather outfits hugging the pale women's milky skin.

you want to scream, thrash, do something, but all you can do is stare at them, eyes darting back and forth between the dark-haired and blonde creatures.

"awww, look at her, such an innocent little thing," the blonde coos, her voice reverberating, almost as if she had a filter over it.

the dark haired girl replies, voice heavy with reverb and seduction, "but she's not, she needed to be fucked senseless by two of us, isn't that right?"

you're speechless, mouth opening to answer but no noise escaping. no way... was this a result of that stupid summoning ritual you guys did earlier that night? it... worked? BOTH TIMES???

"can't speak, can you? do humans not understand what consequences of your actions mean? didn't your people come up with that saying?" the darker one pouts, pulling back from your face to straddle one of your legs, knee slotting itself perfectly between your thighs.

the blonde one giggles, her sinister tone sending shivers down your spine, "fuck I cannot wait to consume you, you're extremely enticing."

somehow, you speak, voice heavy with confusion, fear, and exhaustion, "what the fuck are you?"

the two exchange a sly smirk, looking at each before turning back to you, "exactly what you asked for, demons of lust."

succubus, it had clicked in your head as you further observed their features, feeling their nails digging into your skin, the pain confirming you were in fact not dreaming.

"don't worry little one, we'll give you everything you want."

the blonde demon's tail wraps around both of your wrists, the dark-haired demon releasing you from her grip, letting the other pin your hands down and back above you. the blonde settles next to your head, her crotch emanating heat in front of your face. she takes a handful of your hair and grips the back of your head, pulling your face up and lowering herself to meet you, your scalp stinging in her hold.

"be a good fucking whore and let us do what we want with you, you'll enjoy every second of it."

she pushes your cheek against her crotch, her addicting scent filling your nose, feeling her hard appendage press against your face. meanwhile, the dark-haired girl between your thighs digs her knee against your core, whimpering at the pressure, having only worn panties and a t-shirt to bed.

the taller girl's cold hands grip your exposed thighs, digging her nails into your skin, making you hiss. she trails her hands under your shirt, ghosting her fingers over your waist and dragging her claws across your stomach. her hands are greedy, moving at a moderate pace but every touch is so intense and rough, knuckles now rubbing against your soaking underwear, friction brushing against your clit.

everything happens so fast as you swear you black out every few seconds the more their touches advance on your body. before you know it, you're choking on the demon called winter, the other succubus grinding her knee against your bare pussy being karina. you moan against the blonde's cock as she thrusts mercilessly into your mouth, hitting the back of your throat as tears spill from your eyes, the pleasure from the dark-haired girls needy hands on your hips forcing your body to roll against her knee with your panties pushed to the side, cunt leaking with your juices, making the movements slick, your eyes rolling back at the sensation.

"yeah little slut? like that big cock in your throat? can't speak huh? fucking whore," winter degrades above you, holding your head with both of her hands to control just how relentlessly she ruins your throat.

karina chuckles darkly below you, watching her pull away and lower her face to your pulsing core, "she is a whore, just look at how fucking wet this bitch is. she's practically a waterfall of cum."

through blurry, tear-filled eyes, you watch as karina's split tongue circled your hot clit, feeling its unforgiving movements dance across your aching slit as it flicks against your bud and hole simultaneously somehow. not that you question it, falling into an inevitable sub-space, your mind completely broken just as quickly as they had started fucking you.

you feel winter's member so deeply down your throat, it bulges in your neck, her rugged panting and breathing making the onslaught of your body worth it. all your noises are choked and silent however, karina's skillful mouth maneuvering your burning insides and throbbing outsides, the hums from her throat vibrating against your entire pussy. the sensation of winter's creamy cum flowing down your throat makes you roll your eyes back, not needing to swallow as her load slides down your esophagus easily.

"couldn't you be at least a little patient?" an annoyed karina pulls away from your pussy to complain, tugging your limp body up against her chest, winter's cock slipping from your swollen mouth.

the blonde's heavy breathing is accompanied by a reverberating chuckle as she responds, "don't be jealous, you get to taste the bitch's pussy, I should be the aggravated one."

the taller girl replies with a grunt, "fine, but I'm cumming in her cunt first."

"oh no, we're sharing that fucking hole," you feel the other succubus' body heat on your back, pressing her front against you, her still hard monster cock tapping against your ass.

"you are so fucking annoying," karina mumbles before pulling out her hard dick and slipping it between your folds, collecting your slick, pushing into your tight hole as you scream painfully at the intrusion.

she immediately sets an unforgiving pace, mercilessly pounding her throbbing member into your aching heat, holding you against her chest by your waist, your face in her shoulder as you sobbed in pain, the pleasure slowly creeping in. the girl behind you spits on her dick, spreading the saliva before forcing herself in you too, joining karina's relentless thrusting. tears flow from your eyes as bloodcurdling screams escape your already sore throat, the two demons' lengthy and girthy cocks tearing your tight cunt apart, drool leaking from your mouth as your brain abandons consciousness, completely broken and ruined from them fucking you.

winter pants against your ear as her hands sink into your hips, drilling you from behind, "you're gone now, aren't you doll? you've become our little cumslut to treat like a toy, haven't you?"

her words don't process in your fucked out head, nodding mindlessly to her question.

karina against you moans as your pussy squeezes around both of them, pushing in as winter pulls out, "taking us so well, little whore. that's right, be the good fucking slut you are and take it. take all of it."

they continue to absolutely annihilate your insides with their aggressive ramming, never stopping as they used your body like a sextoy, throwing you around like a ragdoll, pounding into you like you were just their property. the sound of wet skin slapping together and their loud, frustrated breathing filled your barely functioning auditory senses as you feel both of them stiffen against you, hot cum filling you, stuffing you full of their seed.

your lifeless body slumps against karina's front, winter holding you up as someone, unsure of who due to your barely conscious state, breathlessly comments against your ear, "we're far from finished, little one."

and they keep their word, not stopping the entire night, their split tongues working in tandem on each of your nipples, lapping at both of your holes as they seep pleasure, their cocks exploring every inch of your greedy orifices, letting you feel every bit of lust they harbor towards your mortal body. they fuck you until you break, until they ruin every part of you, until your begs and pleads grow silent, until time ceases to exist, the only thing in your sorry brain you can possibly process are karina and winter. and maybe when you're free, you'll thank aeri and yizhuo.

a/n: yeah their cocks probably have ridges and stuff but I didn't think about that while writing it, maybe next time <3 #welovemonstercock !!! can this even be classified as a short like this shit is long, oh whale

[littlelamy]

dont know If you’re still taking requests but could you do a rafe x tall reader (like im 5’9 and rafe being 6’2 is soooo ugh) please its tough for us out here 😭😭😭

a/n: thank you so much for sending a request!💗

the air felt different as soon as you stepped into the living room. it was heavy, like the weight of a thousand thoughts pressing down on you. you glanced down at the pair of black high heels sitting next to the couch, their sleek design tempting yet intimidating. you'd wanted to wear them for ages, to feel more elegant. but every time you tried them on, an overwhelming sense of self-consciousness flooded you.

you were 5'9'', and most of the time, it was fine. hell, you didn’t even care about it half the time. but the idea of being even taller in heels? that made you nervous. you were already used to being noticed, used to people glancing up at you with a hint of surprise. wearing the heels would only draw more attention. and honestly? you didn’t know if you wanted that.

“hey,” rafe’s voice broke through the haze of your thoughts. his voice, low and calming, filled the room like a warm breeze. you turned toward him, his blue eyes watching you with a mix of curiosity and affection. he was lounging on the couch, his legs spread comfortably, looking like he’d just rolled out of bed, which he probably had. his tousled blond hair fell lazily over his forehead, and there was a slight smirk playing at the corners of his lips.

“you alright?” he asked, his tone soft. his gaze flickered between you and the shoes.

you glanced down at them again, your fingers brushing over the smooth leather. “yeah. just… i don’t know. i wanted to wear these, but i feel like i’m already too tall, you know? like, maybe it’s too much.”

rafe sat up, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly as he studied you. there was something about the way he looked at you that made you feel like he could see through all the layers of insecurity you tried to hide. you shifted uncomfortably, wishing you could disappear into the floor.

“you know what i think?” rafe said, his voice low, full of conviction.

“what?” you murmured, not looking up.

“i think you’re perfect just the way you are,” he replied, his voice thick with sincerity. “tall or short, with heels or without, it doesn’t matter. i like you for you. not for some idea of what you think you should be.”

you felt a warmth spread through your chest at his words. his honesty, the way he always knew just what to say, made you feel safe, like nothing else in the world mattered as long as you were with him.

you met his gaze, your heart fluttering as you took in the sincerity in his eyes. there was no judgment there, just… love. “you really think so?” you asked, the insecurity still gnawing at you.

rafe nodded, his lips curling into a small, reassuring smile. “i think you look amazing no matter what. and those heels? you’ll look even better in them.” he paused for a moment, his eyes locking onto yours with a mischievous glint. “besides, if you’re taller than me in them, that’s just more of you to love.”

you couldn’t help but chuckle at that. the playful banter was one of the things you loved most about rafe—how he could take the heaviest moments and lighten them up with just a few words. “you know you’re already taller than me most of the time,” you teased, a small grin tugging at the corners of your lips.

“yeah, but i like the idea of you towering over me,” he replied with a smirk. he stood up slowly, taking a few steps toward you. “makes me feel like i have someone to look up to.”

your heart skipped a beat at his words. rafe had always been the one to take care of things, the one who was confident and sure of himself. but in moments like these, he was also the one who made you feel like you were the most important person in the room, like you were the one holding all the power.

“okay, enough of the sweet talk,” you said, feeling your cheeks flush. you bit your lip and glanced down at the shoes once more. “maybe i’ll give them a try.”

“good,” rafe said, his voice filled with an almost mischievous excitement. “i want to see you in them.”

you hesitated for just a moment longer before bending down and sliding your feet into the heels. standing up, you carefully adjusted yourself, feeling the slight shift in your posture as the heels gave you a few more inches. you glanced at rafe, unsure of what to expect.

he was staring at you, his eyes wide with admiration. “holy shit,” he whispered under his breath, his gaze moving from your heels to your face. “you look… god, you look incredible.”

you smiled nervously, unsure of how to respond. “you think so?”

“think so? i know so.” he took a step toward you, closing the distance between you with that familiar confident stride of his. his hands cupped your face gently, his thumb brushing over your cheek. “you’re stunning, baby. and i’m not just saying that because you’ve got a few extra inches on me right now. i’m saying it because it’s the truth.”

you blinked up at him, a fluttering sensation in your chest. his words, the way he always made you feel like the most important person in his world, were more than you could handle. he leaned down, his lips brushing over yours in a soft, lingering kiss. the warmth of his mouth made your heart race.

“you’re perfect just like this,” he murmured against your lips, his breath hot and sweet. “tall, confident, sexy.”

his words melted away the last remnants of your self-consciousness. maybe you were taller than most people, maybe the heels made you even taller, but in rafe’s eyes, none of it mattered. all that mattered was how you felt in his arms.

the kiss deepened, and you could feel the connection between you growing stronger with every second. his hands slid down your back, pulling you closer, and you could feel the warmth of his body radiating into yours. the world outside the two of you didn’t exist anymore. it was just rafe, you, and the overwhelming feeling of being loved.

you pulled away for a moment, your forehead resting against his. “you really don’t care about how tall i am?”

“no,” he said, his voice a soft growl. “i care about how you make me feel. and right now, i feel like the luckiest guy in the world.”

you smiled up at him, your hands finding their way to his chest, resting over his heart. “then i guess i’m the lucky one,” you whispered, your voice soft and filled with affection.

rafe smiled, his lips brushing over yours once more in a quick, sweet kiss. “you’re my everything,” he murmured, pulling you into his arms again. “heels, no heels, it doesn’t matter. you’re perfect the way you are.”

and in that moment, you realized something. maybe you weren’t just perfect without the heels. maybe the extra inches, the added height, were just another part of you that rafe loved. and maybe, just maybe, being tall wasn’t something to hide or be self-conscious about. with rafe by your side, it was just another thing that made you who you were—someone worthy of love, no matter how tall, no matter how much space you took up in the world.

you leaned into him, feeling the warmth of his embrace surround you. “thanks, rafe,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

“anytime,” he said, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “now, let’s go out and show off those heels.”

you laughed, the sound of it filling the room with a sense of lightness. maybe it wasn’t about the heels at all. maybe it was about feeling comfortable in your own skin, knowing that someone loved you for who you were, tall and all.

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[iwaasfairy]

faiwy which one of the generation of miracles do you think are filthy sisterfuckers? perverted siscons?

all no okay lemme think about this lemme see I’ll,,, ok no it’s pretty true I could see them all being siscons but different types of em?

I feel like aomine is a siscon but he doesn’t wanna admit it?? he seems like the type to smack you in the back of the head and say he doesn’t wanna hang out with you but then he’s also always ? in your room even when you wanna get dressed and ugh it’s so annoying because he wrestles you and gets on top of you and gets in your face and he also hates every boy you like soooo much it’s stupid. he jacks off on your bed and on your panties and when you catch him and get so mad you cry he’ll apologise but it won’t really last too long

if akashi is a siscon (and he prob is lbh) its definitely lowkey for his sexual gratification and he thinks that if anyone else did it it’d be wrong but it’s “different” with you two. akashi tells you to sit in his lap n teaches you to make out n grind on him and put his dick on your tongue n that you can’t be with anyone else because you’re his little sister. eventually it gets to be too much and he gets too tempted by you telling him your pussy is :< so wet :< and big brother “begrudgingly” will help you out

kise, murasakibara n kuroko i can see being more upfront siscons? like murasakibara would be openly in love w you and everyone thinks it’s a little weird but they don’t realize that when y’all get home he actually fucks you into the mattress from behind until you’re sore and covered in cum. kuroko and kise both seem like the type that are just so sweet and good and they praise you and like being around you and they’ll let you do anything !!!

anything except get a boyfriend? and won’t tell you why but they just just won’t let you out of their sight and also definitely kise wants to shower with you and bathe with you and sleep with you and if you have a little crush on him that’s normal he has a crush on you too! and do you wanna try kissing him on the mouth? do you wanna see him w his shirt off? even more naked? well then you have to take it all off too it’s only fair

[nininikki]

𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐒: k. nanami x black!fem reader

✶ summary! — who cared if your husband gave you everything you could ever want? what did it matter when all you wanted was him?

✶ warnings! — non-curse au, established relationship (husband & wife), black reader, fem bodied reader, nsfw! phone sex, female masturbation, sex toy use (dildo).

✶ author’s note! — this idea came about when i was listening everything she wants by wham! & was supposed to be a lot longer but my brain died right in the middle soooo. lmk if i missed anything in the warnings!

✶ word count! — 1.6k

“what time will you be home today?” you asked, putting your finished breakfast plate in the sink atop your husband’s.

a grimace had already formed on your face before he stamped a kiss next to your ear and murmured, “late,” into the damp spot left there.

your husband, the perfect man he was, could sense your upset even as he was rushing to get out the door. “ugh, i know. how dare kento not attend to his poor, needy wife.” he sarcastically drawled, attempting to lighten the mood and succeeding. “what ever will she do while he’s away?”

kento sauntered toward you, his briefcase shelved over one arm while the other pulled you closer by the belt of your silk robe. “i’m sure i can think of something.” you said, overdramatizing down to the syllable.

you were tempted to tousle the perfectly groomed silk of hair on his head, but remembered his need to be nothing short of pristine whenever he left for work.

“oh, please you’d look pristine in a trash bag.” you had told him when the two of you first started dating.

kento’s mouth had only stretched into a wide, attractively modest grin. “we can’t all be as lucky as you, baby.” before he kissed you gently at the corner of your lips, leaving the taste of coffee behind.

the soothing feeling of nanami’s palm caressing the thinly clothed expanse of your ass brought you back to the bittersweet present. “sooner or later, i’ll have to get a job.” you teased, walking your perfectly manicured fingers up his chest until they settled at the nape of his neck. “maybe an office job or something. i always did look really good in pencil skirts.”

at that, you could hear a grunt slip through nanami’s throat, presumably at the idea of you working, or maybe of you in a pencil skirt. you didn’t know. you were too busy letting him ravish you in a breathtaking kiss.

the cold metal of his wedding band skated across your cheekbone, and you swore you could feel your lungs moving out of the way to make room for your rapidly swelling heart. please stay, you thought, brain so dampened by euphoria you hadn’t even realized you said it aloud.

“you know i can’t do that.” nanami murmured, retying the belt of your robe that had come undone. the action was equivalent to a cold slap against your cheek.

you couldn’t help the small whine spilling from your lips. “but babyyyyyy, you’re the boss.”

“and that means i especially can’t do that.”

when you married nanami, you swore on everything you loved that you wouldn’t be like those desperate housewives on TV you’d grown up pitying. a dark acrimonious gaze tracing over your husband as he left the house every morning, only to be waiting for him at the door the moment he got home.

that wasn’t the life you wanted. but with all the hours kento had started working, you could feel it inching closer and closer. growing uncomfortably over your psyche like a bad rash, or perhaps a heap of barnacles.

“c’mon, honey, there’s so much for you to do while i’m away. what about the club?” nanami asked, referring to the blonde-haired blue-eyed, judgment day, snoozefest you’d stupidly signed up for in hopes of learning how to golf.

“boring.” you drawled.

he pulled out his wallet, and from there his american express, and held it out to you. “slightly less boring.” you muttered, plucking it from his fingers.

but it still wasn’t enough. what good were new dresses if he wasn’t there to admire you the entire time you tried them on? and besides, you didn’t want those stupid dresses, anyway. you wanted to be swaddled up in your husband’s limbs all day, oblivious to the world outside of sheets and skin for as long as possible—that being forever.

“i’ll be back before you know it, okay?” kento assured you, kissing the pout from your lips. “i love you.”

you rolled your eyes in feigned annoyance, heart melting nonetheless. “i love you too.”

***

not four hours after nanami arrived at work, he was at the tail end of another two hour meeting when his phone vibrated with a series of texts. he discreetly pulled it from his pocket, and wondered if his colleagues noticed the blush crawl up his neck when he registered it was from you.

god, he missed you. missed coming home to you at sensible hours of the day, when sunlight still peeked above the horizon and made the brown tone of your skin shine like gold. missed showering with you when he was home early enough to do that. missed you telling him about your day over a fresh hot dinner. missed having sex. just missed you.

if it weren’t for his ironclad resolve, he’d have already caved and told you about the vacation he had planned near the end of the month. paris, the city of love and place you had been not-so-subtly hinting at for the past year. just imagining the look on your face when he tells you is enough to have him wanting to brave a look at his phone.

though, it was the last fifteen minutes of said meeting, and everyone looked as though the spirit had been sucked clean out of their faces with a straw. they probably wouldn’t have noticed if he set the room on fire with all of them in it.

so, he opened the messages, totally unaware of the sight that’d soon be gracing his screen.

firstly, one that read, are you alone? i miss you. then, attached a video that he didn’t need to look any further than the thumbnail to tell what it was. you, your sopping cunt, and your manicured hands wrapped around a thick purple dildo.

“excuse me,” nanami grunted. “there’s been an emergency with my wife. this meeting is adjourned.”

he couldn’t have rushed into his office and locked the door quickly enough, but when he did, he had to at least try and quell the shaking in his hands before he opened the video fully.

not to mention the painful erection tenting his work pants. fuck, how long had it been since the two of you had sex?

nanami opened the video with hands that shook slightly less. your knees sat pushed up to your chest, a pleated miniskirt flipped up over the curvaceous expanse of your ass and bunched up around your waist.

“ken’,” you whimpered. you let the tip dance around the edge of your dripping hole before bringing it up to ease against your swollen clit. “i miss you so much.”

i miss you too, more even, nanami wanted to say, whilst also wanting to strangle you silly for sending something so foolishly reckless in the middle of a meeting. could he do both?

you let the head of the fake dick catch on your hole before slowly giving in and plunging it into you. the dildo sank in with a cute squelch. all nanami could think of was being the one to muffle the little mewls your glossy lips sang out with sloppy kisses. to kiss along those pretty feet as your toes curled with the thrusts he was feeding you.

he could tell by the dazed dizzy look in your eyes you were getting off partly just watching yourself, and that turned him on even more. “look at my pussy, baby.” you cooed in that slow seductive voice he always got stupid for. “see how much she misses you.”

seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty days since you’d last had sex, nanami counted as he followed your instruction. a dripping, soaking mess you were. so wet he could probably see his reflection in it if he were there. you always got so messy, too. smooth, fat lips covered in your sticky arousal. arousal he could see dripping lower and lower until it drenched your puckered hole.

“wish this was your dick, ken’.” you said, spreading your thick folds apart to play with your clit. from there, you began a rhythm of desperately fucking yourself with the dildo while drawing slow circles over your clit. “you always fill me up so fuckin’ good.”

nanami could feel his dick twitching, and wondered if it was possible to cum without touching himself at all. because that’s where your little video had him. little video, he thought. who was he kidding?

it didn’t take long before the flicks of your wrist grew more hasty, and the shadow of an orgasm darkened your hazy eyes. “ooh, fuck ken’, i’m cumming! i’m cumming, i’m cumming!”

watching your pretty pussy contract and relax around the dick as thick spurts of your cream oozed out of you had nanami bucking his hips up into nothing. he wanted nothing more than to be splitting you open on his cock until he was met with that exact response, tenfold.

and as if you weren’t killing him enough, you carefully pulled it out and brought the camera up to your face. you pushed the toy between your pretty lips, sucking it tantalizingly slow, eyes lidded and a little bloodshot, cheeks hollowed, thick webs of saliva staining the corners of your mouth. you didn’t stop until the remnants of your release were sucked clean.

and then the video ended. and nanami was back in his office, back to stone cold sober reality. dick aching in his pants and the fresh image of your cunt burning behind his eyes. he fished his keys from his suit pocket, and not five minutes later, he was clocked out of work and en route to you.

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[popppyfur]

TELL ME ABOUT ARO/DEMI POPS PLEASEEEE

I've been leaning more towards cupioro lately but aroflux Poppy is real to me!! Please!! I must know your thoughts on this, fellow arospec Poppy truther!

GRAHHHHH talked about demi poppy a little bit here so I'll try to elaborate on that a lil more !!!!

I'm really fond of the idea of poppy being this really affectionate and lovey person but finding little to no desire about liking someone in That way. She's full of love!!! And she gives it away in spades!!!!! She goes so overboard w it that sometimes it's hard to tell whether she cares about someone in a 'special' way or if that's just how she treats everybody. Mostly, it's the latter.

I like to think that her lil dopey attitude towards creek in the first movie felt more along the lines of her acting like what she Thinks shes Supposed to Act Like. (after the betrayal maybe she'd be like: ugh I'm never doin that again). I don't think there was ever a time someone would question why she always seems to be an arms length away while deep into a big hug, but she'd FEEL the questions in some trolls' looks anyway, and maybe thatd be the starting point of that lil nagging question in the back of her mind. Why can't she find it in herself to see someone That way?

You tell me if she ever gets like, some kind of desire to actually BE in a relationship. it's fun to explore either idea!!!!! I think it's plausible, whether it be her just wondering what it's like bc people hype it up soooo much, or maybe it's bc it's what to be expected of someone so affectionate like her. Maybe only having one parent w no partner her entire life loosened her up to the idea that she doesn't have to be with anyone, but the concept still feels so tempting sometimes, maybe it just takes a while to draw it out of herself???

At some point maybe she does just come to accept this part of her, and though maybe there's a bit of longing to know about the type of affection that she just DOESN'T feel. She is still so so so SO full of love that it doesn't matter if she never does, bc she'll always find a way put that love into the people she cares about.

And if she's actually demi. Well, I really think she'd still be a bit dense towards the feeling. Almost like she's denying herself the possibility to be in love w someone. Like oh I really like this person more than usual because my feelings are just all over the place sometimes. This Does Not Mean Anything At All. I just think the idea of poppy being scared about LOVE, something she's supposed to be incarnate of, about feeling this way for the first time in her life Ever after accepting that she'd Never feel it, is REALLY Funny. Like I said on the first post. Hold her hand please she's terrified bc she doesn't know how to deal LMAO

[lipglossanon]

i’m so happy that i’ve inspired you with rex too to write about the dog duo!! i love reading your work so i’m so excited for the day it rolls out if you get around to it!! .·°՞(≧□≦)՞°·.

chris as their owner would be soooo cute, he’s not strong enough to battle with leon to do anything but he’s definitely strong enough to dangle reader by her scruff when she’s misbehaving, and she’s always a bargaining chip in that state when leon’s being a grouch— get in the bath or the pup gets it!! ꉂ (´∀｀)

ada or jill would be so good too, they can’t do much with brute force like chris but they’re great at using the reader’s love for her owner against her and leon. reader would totally have one of those crushes on her owner like kids get with their parents because they think they’re the coolest ever, so when leon and reader team up to do anything bad, all it takes is a call of a pet name for her to switch sides and abandon leon. sorry, lee! fend for yourself, mommy’s calling! (๑•̀ᗝ•́)૭

leon’s just going to have to show his girl who’s really in charge once everyone’s asleep later that night and she thinks she’s escaped all repercussions; you’re wearing his collar, aren’t you? what do you think you’re doing, misbehaving and leaving him to be a lapdog for someone else? it’s alright, he can do all the thinking for a dumb puppy like you. ( ∩´͈ ᐜ `͈∩)

(maple and lipgloss in the studio cooking up these rambles: ( ๑‾̀◡‾́)(‾̀◡‾́ ๑))

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🍁 anon, hiii! 👋

Haha I have the intro written so far 😉 and I love Chris as the owner— was really tempted to go in that direction but I ended up going with Ark Thompson cause I love Gun Survivor🤣

And I might bring in Chris as a hybrid cause I’ve been thinking on friends Leon would have 😆

Chris dangling her by the scruff cause Leon won’t listen is the cutest thing ever!!!! 🙈 you’re just hanging there like 🧍‍♀️lol

AGSJVL Leon would be so jealous of Ada and Jill 🤭 you get doted on by them and you’re like wow they’re the greatest owner in the world 😍 aren’t we so lucky Leon? And he’s just off to the side like 🙄 😒 I guess so it’s really whatever 🙄 lol

😵‍💫 yess!! As soon as it’s just the two of you, he’s showing you how much better he is than any silly old owner you could have. Ugh he has you both splayed out on the couch or maybe a bed with your back to his chest, completely naked, and he’s just touching you, teasing you, playing with your clit but not fully taking charge just yet and once you’re begging and apologizing, he might finally give you some relief 🤭

AGSJFL let us cook!! 😤 🤭

[ruminate88]

Strong Enough To Say I’m Weak 😣

Since walking away from my ex, Andrew, I was soooo confused at first. He would never break up with me even though I felt he wanted to. His actions never matched his words and he consistently acted too busy and uninterested BUT would say he wanted me when I would confront his behavior and was going to make more time for me but then I found proof he had other girlfriends and… well, I was devastated and so heartbroken!! 💔

I eventually learned what “emotional abuse” is but it doesn’t change anything. Knowing only makes me feel so guilty for what I’m about to say:

I KNOW he’s a manipulator and can only lie to me, cheat on me and use me but with cognitive dissonance, I consistently fall prey to thinking about fantasizing about him. Since the day I met him, I fantasized about having two kids with him a boy and a girl. I envisioned him to be a “perfectionist” and thought he would be a good dad because that’s how he came across with me but I’m starting to think he’s got a lot of issues and just hid them from me. He could never ever love me!!!

I’m guilty for not having better self control over my thoughts. Thoughts and confusion and “memories” is all I have left of him. The relationship was VERY one sided and terrible. Who would ever wanna go back to that torture?? 😔😔😔 I “miss” his false face but also it’s addictive to fantasize about him I know it’s not love and I know God protected me from marrying this guy cuz he proposed to me our first week of meeting and I took it as he was “playing around” but was he?? Or was he trying to trap me into his torturous prison??

I’m weak but I know better and some days I have full control and I push the intrusive thoughts away and other times I want him soooooo bad. I think about our romantic conversations of the past. (Even though he was pretending) I also feel consistently tempted to Google him and text him but I know that can only harm my relationship.

I’m sorry to myself, I’m sorry to everyone. I feel like I’ve asked God to forgive me so many times and I’ve said in my heart “I forgive Andrew” but I still fight not to wanna run back to him constantly! Ugh he’s NOT the man I fell in love with. Get it through your head girl, he’s a great pretender of love!! HE CAN’T LOVE YOU 🥺🥺🥺❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹❤️‍🩹

“you on my mind and it makes me nervous” this song is frustratingly good 😝 hah

[cha1cedony]

Okay fine I’ll do one of these (because I like to talk about myself hehehe). Thanks @roboobin for tagging me B)

A very long ‘get to know me’ post below…

Last song: Apparently it was ‘Two Time’ - Jack Stauber, according to Spotify? I’ve also been relistening to a few tracks from Falsettos all day, for some reason. ‘I’m Breaking Down’ got stuck in my head somehow. I’m not super big on musical theater, but I LOOOOVE Falsettos and especially Trina :) You can probably tell I have a certain type of favorite characters/media lol.

Favorite color: Light greyish blue (or white, grey, silver, orrrr light greyish green?)

Last movie: I actually have no idea. Maybe Nimona with my IRLs a few months ago? I almost NEVER watch movies in full because I get bored of them easily. Sorry I know that’s so lame lololol

Currently watching: A commentary YouTube video to use as background noise while I do my writing assignments lol. Like I said, I don’t really watch a lot of movies or TV :/

Currently reading: Nothing, unfortunately! I haven’t read any books/stories in an embarrassingly long time :( I am so ridiculously busy and haven’t had the time/motivation to read and get invested in new characters. I have a bunch of series I want to reread for nostalgia purposes, though. I’m also strangely tempted to read the Animorphs series? LOL. I looked it up on AO3 for the first time a few months ago while in the kids’ section of the library with my IRLS and we were assessing the popularity of kids’ books based on the amount of AO3/Wattpad fics (btw, there are a shockingly low amount of Geronimo Stilton fics in the world). I wasn’t expecting there to be an Animorphs fandom, but there IS? And the fics are really GOOD even though I don’t know the source material? Anyway. Tempted to read it because I like putting teens in situations /lh. Also I want to read more short stories! Send me recommendations, if you have any.

Last thing I googled: This is so embarrassing. ‘Bathroom cruising’ LMAOOOO. I was just writing a funny bit, but I wanted to make sure it was accurate, okay? T_T Other recent searches include my voice lesson Lieder, various areas I’ve felt pain recently (because I’m a hypochondriac /lh), and a vlog I had to watch for my job… I was writing an article about it.

Sweet/spicy/savory: Savory. Every time. I love savory foods, and they’re basically the only types of food I ever crave. Then I would go with spicy, but only if it’s spicy in a flavorful way (and not just a painful way). I don’t like sweet foods except for chocolate—and, even then, I am infamous among my friends and acquaintances for only liking SUPER dark chocolate… like 70% cocoa or more. I would say my favorite flavor profile is bitter! :)

Current obsession: I think y’all already know :^) I am incapable of having more than one strong interest at once, soooo DnDads has quite literally been occupying my brain since liiiike October 2022… almost a year ago now! o_o Holy shit. I’ve been really busy with work and school in the past month or so, so I haven’t done basically anything else in my free time. I’d like to start cross stitching again because I have some projects to finish, and I got some of my late grandmother’s jewelry-making supplies recently, so I’ll toy around with that, too.

Currently working on: Like, right this second? Discussion post replies for my Writing in Digital Environments course :p In general? As far as hobbies go, the beginnings of my next longfic chapter! As far as work goes, I’m working on article about a mural. I have to drive like 30 mins to get a features image for it tomorrow ugh. At least I get to kill time on the clock :’)

I don’t want to tag anyone in particular, but, obviously, if you want to do this, you can just say I tagged you. Shhh I won’t tell ;) hehehe

[ddazzlingblds-archive]

      ''sam how many threads do you have with bri?'' yes // @dauntingsmite

      “ ━soooo, after these two guys fell right into the arms of the Silvermane guards, they had the brilliant idea of hiring an hitman for poor madame━ i mean, come on! an hitman of all things? ugh- amateurs. ”

      there are some questions that you just don't ask Sampo, even if tempted to by the bizarre setting we're opening with.

      it kind of sounds like the start of a tavern joke: the Silvermane captain Gepard Landau and madame Brughel Poisson have been closed in a small bathroom for the past fifteen minutes-

      it's, unfortunately, not a joke. Poisson-not-Poisson would know, having placed the well-dressed captain on the closed toilet lid herself- and most realistic situations tend to not make people laugh excessively. she'll save that for a next time.

      “ ━i mean, every person with a brain know that less people are involved in an accidental homicide, the better it is. if you ask me, I think that's just plain being lazy on their part, humph. ”

      Sampo's wide, bare shoulders have been swiftly wrapped in a long, dark colored feather boa of the fuzziest kind. 

      there's disappointment in his voice as bare feet don the highest, sharpest pairs of stilettos mankind has ever seen, without so much as swaying his hips side to side, then takes a step back to admire himself. and he's almost startled when he bumps into something warm-

      “ oh━sorry, Gep! ” there's a quick stroke where his buttcheeks may have bumped over his poor face, or an arm, or whatever part of his body was busy at the moment. gloves hand smoothing down blond locks as he fusses over him briefly. “ i'm rambling, i know- but i'm almost ready! ”

      Brughel Poisson is not existing, yet. at the moment, there's just Sampo, the conman, in a long, dark crimson dress that allows pale skin of his leg to go exposed at each step. yup, he's stable- time to don the finishing touches.

      “ where was i- oh, right, ” the offended, pouty expression is back as indigo locks are uniformely caught in a tight net over his head, snapping the edge of it in place. an instrument that could have come straight out of a torture chamber ( an eyelash curler, for the experts ) is loaded with a pair of dark, much longer lashes and placed dangerously close to his eyes. “ so these two dolts thought curse her for handing us over to the Silvermane guards all wrapped with a pretty bow! madame Poisson has to pay! ” Sampo bats the long, much more feminine lashes and checking if the glue has stuck them in place correctly- yup. all good. the makeup over his eye was already in place, so he can leave those alone.

      “ so they thought that Poisson would be shaking in her heels, refusing to come to the funfest in fear- pah! she's much braver than that- an attempted murder is better than missing paperwork, anyway... ” a little tube of something is plucked out of padded cleavage, and quickly passed over a few centimeters before his natural hairline- the indigo, long-haired wig is tugged a few millimeters forward, just over the line of transparent stuff spread evenly, and smoothed over with expert hands until the edge no longer threatens to move. he looks satisfied- no, rectifying: she looks satisfied. here's madame Poisson and long curls of hair dipping over her shoulder, in flesh and bones, lacking the last finishing touches.

      “ i do get them- should be an easy kill, right? but that's also why i asked you to accompany me here, ” Poisson fusses with her nails, checking if the glue holding those in place is resistant enough- nothing moves. excellent! good quality glue always does the trick. with her most enticing smile and having to lean close to the bathroom mirror, dark lipstick contours thin lips belonging to the conman under the disguise, making them fuller and more colorful in an instant. she sucks those in for a moment and spreads it evently, popping them out in the mirror. 

      Poisson looks just fine, that she does.

      “ -i mean, who's going to try and assassinate poor Brughel, seeing the Silvermane captain at her side? ”

      and she allows herself a little laughter with Poisson's voice, already prepared and slipping the minuscule purse over her shoulder.

      “ maybe it's that tie you decided to wear, but- you look even more intimidating than usual, Gep, ”  she compliments him, all but purring that out with a bat of fake lashes. she offers her hands to the blond captain to help him rise- perhaps a little excuse to plaster over him for an hug and a little nuzzle in his neck- basking in the good smell of his cologne and clean clothes before they have to act professional, going out and showing themselves all serious and bored. “ mmm, i think you'll do just fine. ”

      “ come on- let's go have fun at this party, and show these two and their henchman that Brughel Poisson isn't scared of a little threat. ”

[normanbased]

Those quotes are from Old Hollywood Gays or something along those lines, but be warned: the author (Boze Hadleigh or something like that (literally has a section on his Wikipedia about how he’s fabricated interviews. ;-;

Awww DARNIT . 💥💥💥 what is it about Tony Perkins that tempts journalists and authors into just making shit up ? 💀💀 under cut for some chill rambling

Seems like Hadleigh specialised in gossip pieces (pretty much all his books are collections of interviews with mild gossip, nothing as bad as Winecoff ever churned out in Split Image) — and it seems he got into hot water a couple times for fabricating interviews specifically involving actors who were dead, and thus couldn’t fight back with libel charges. This book came out in 1996 . . . So guess who wouldn’t have been around to dispute anything ://

This sucks Cus all of it really does feel like something I can imagine Tony saying — maybe more so in the confidentiality of a friendly conversation and less so during a tape-recorded interview, to be fair. I also don’t think Hadleigh archived his tape recordings anywhere online, so I can’t just listen to audio clips where the proof is in the pudding.

PLUS, the part about Tony not liking Fred Astaire is soooo lame because Tony DID like Fred Astaire and both of them have been quoted talking about how Tony really respected him and wanted to support him during the filming of On The Beach because Astaire was really nervous. So straight up I can believe that’s a lie. UGH IM JUST SO MAD BECAUSE SOME OF THESE QUOTES ARE SUPER SILLY AND CUTE AND I WANT THEM TO BE REAL BUT THERE REALLY ISNT ANY WAY OF KNOWING IF THEY ARE OR AREN’T AND TONY WASN’T AROUND TO MAKE ANY COMMENTS 😭😭

I think so far the only actual piece of literature I trust at ALL that comments on Tony is Bergan’s book. I wish he’d lived long enough to publish his autobiography, he was trying to write one before he died :[[ would be nice to know for sure what he has and hasn’t said, but I guess this is what happens when you try to get an honest look-in to the life of a golden age Hollywood celebrity who FOR SOME RANDOM REASON has a bunch of journalists out to humiliate or exploit him after death.

I’m choosing to believe “hater-o-sexual” is 100% foolproof real. That’s my one misinformation treat that I’ll allow.

[dyaz-stories]

Okayyy, so I've just binged this in two days shame this doesn't count towards my goodreads goal, and let me tell you, this being the first gojo x reader fanfic I've read is going to put the bar real high for any future reads lolol.

I think one of the things I really appreciate is how... 'gentle', is the word I'm thinking of right now, your take on Gojo is, in this setting. I mean, it would have been so easy to make him a straight-up asshole, to have him be a player and all that, but there's just something so sincere and so real about him, and it's obvious from the start. He's not the average frat boy you get in fanfictions, he's a full-fledged character in his own right, and I really appreciate that. I love that his interest in OC sparks when she asks him for help, I think that gave fascinating insight to his character. His protectiveness throughout the whole story was also such a sweet point, and I love how consistant it was. I don't really know how to phrase this other than to say that he was In Character with this version of him the whole time. Like, I fell in love with him a little bit just as OC did :') I think that's why I appreciated his POVs so much, so I'm hoping we get another one before the story concludes 😁

In line with that, I loved how refreshing a lot of your takes on these tropes were. I, for one, love flipping tropes on their heads to create surprise well I try to do that at least so I really appreciate seeing others doing that. The favor OC asks for at the beginning is one example of that I guess I mean I know I wondered if it was going to be sexual, but my favorite one is the part where OC realizes and understands her feelings and confesses. I love it because it's such a sign of healthy communication, it's so unexpected within the tropes of the genre, but at the same time it's totally in line with her character. Like yeah, of course she would do that. So it never feels like 'therapy speak' and like shoehorning some ideas into the story it just feels... real. Which is exactly my shit.

You also made me feel soooo many things over the course of this story ugh. Gojo and OC's first kiss feels so soft and precious, I legit melted. Same with Gojo's flirtation with OC, legit had me smiling and giggling and kicking my feet. And then I was just DEVASTATED by the 'someone I know' line. Like holy shit, no-you-did-not kind of devastation. It feels like such a throwaway line on Gojo's part, like he doesn't think about it and at the same time the humiliation and hurt on OC's part is so deep and— ugh. That one hurt. Gojo's rejection also really hurt, but in a different way because we have his point of view, so while it sucks for OC, in the moment I was mostly sad that he'd deny himself a chance at happiness because of his trauma. Like damn kiddo, you've been through it.

The whole thing about OC's dreams in the last couple of chapters was also really strong and emotional. I loved the way that Kai and Gojo contrasted in their support of her dreams vs trying to force her out of it. Makes for a really good character foil and highlights Gojo's qualities at a point in the story where it's really tempting to just be mad at him lol. Also found really interesting the way her economic situation fits into all that and how it really messes with her. It's not the point of the fanfic, but the line about Gojo not paying tuition actually felt really raw. Like yeah he works hard for it, but does it make it fair? I like seeing that kind of social commentary in works, especially where it's not super expected.

Last but not least, let me tell you I was THRILLED by the developments of this last chapter. I'm really looking forward to them navigating the beginnings of their relationship especially since we know Gojo hasn't really had a serious one yet, and seeing how they build their boundaries, which I think could be an issue (either because of Gojo's jealousy or because I'm not sure he's used to setting boundaries with the ladies that hang around him). Also, I expect that OC is going to find out about Gojo's dad, and I'm interested in seeing that because God, her outburst in the last chapter was painful knowing that about him — when she doesn't. Yeah, it was just... a really mean thing to say, and I get where she's coming from and I have empathy for it but girlypop that hurtttttt. His silence afterwards... The way he said she didn't have to apologize... It feels like he struggles with acknowledging his pain and hurt and gosh I hope she'll give him a big ol' hug when she finds out ;-;

I'm really bad at keeping up with releases, so I won't ask you to tag me but I'll definitely be looking forward to seeing more of this story 💕

kickoff | series masterlist.

gojo satoru x reader [18+] | angst, fluff, smut

ᰔ pairing. college au - soccer player! gojo x film major! reader (f)

ᰔ summary. gojo satoru is the most popular guy on your college campus. he's tall, funny, hot, not to mention he's the most talented soccer forward the school has seen in years. but he's also a frat dude, which puts him in a world very different from your own, as he spends most of his nights partying & drinking while you spend most of yours working on your annoying film major assignments. but when he reaches out to you for a favor, you realize that helping him out might have something in it for you too.

ᰔ warnings/tags. 18+, fluff, angst, smut, college au, fraternities, sororities, partying, drinking/alcohol, weed usage, romance, jealousy, pining, slow burn, opposites to lovers, friends to lovers, she falls first he falls harder, gojo being an idiot

ᰔ status. ongoing

ᰔ word count. 72.5k

ᰔ taglist. open (feel free to comment!)

chapter index.

ch1. gojo satoru sent you a message

ch2. terms and conditions

ch3. returning the favor

ch4. a day in the life of a hot soccer player

ch5. these feelings are hard to find

ch6. devil's advocate

ch7. to lose someone you love

ch8. a little cottage on the countryside

ch9. words you've been wanting to hear

ch10. pending...

additional content.

official headcanons pt1. fluff, mild nsfw | link

anon headcanons. fluff | link

a note from the author. hello! my name is ellie, and this is my first long fic series called 'kickoff' which i began posting earlier this year in january! if you do decide to read it, i thank you very much from the bottom of my heart as it means a lot to me :””) please let me know if i missed any tags or warnings! and for those who may want to know before reading, this series will have a happy ending <3

[lunalovegood00]

Pt2

Ep18: Dang I didn't expect Yuantong/Ji Jianming wld like FL. I mean I get it, she is the one that really treated him nicely. Ofc he wld like her. So he was like 3rdML?? I hope they wld stay friend and Yuantong wld support her from afar. SHE CONFESSED! FINALLY! Omg that works in Song Mo/ML favour that his father wanted to set him up with someone who has strong-willed and sharp tongued. Please let them marry!!! What exactly happened?? Even Fifth Uncle was shocked Song Yichun wld agree to this marriage skskksks. OMG THAT WAS METICULOUS PLAN BY BOTH OF THEM. Hmmm who was the person that Fifth Uncle was secretly communicating from the jewellery shop??? Oh I almost forgot about that Uncle Zhao.

Ep19: I ship Zhangru and that umm... What who was Chen Jia again??? Was it him??? FL was soooo pretty with her hair down and that bridal gown. FINALLY THEY MARRIED AND WE GOT TO WITNESS IT. ugh that bitch Wang Yingxue should suffer moreeee. Even got VVIPs to attend. Can't wait to see Song Yichun disappointed when all he heard was lies instead of ruin and miserable awaiting Song Mo. PFTTT SONG MO CAN'T WAIT TO DO THE DEEDS BUT INSTEAD GOT THE CHART AND SECRET HE ASKED HER LONG TIME AGO PSJSLSJSWLSK. Poor ML, hindered by Zhangru slkslsksks.

Ep20: so glad FL was there to guide ML and they both got good advisors too, the general and Mr Chen. Maximise their joint slayssss. That gun cannot be used quickly.... He needs to teach her something else too.

Ep21: ngl I feel so bad for Dou Ming. What a lousy, irresponsible her husband is. So satisfying to see Song Yichun fainted for being too mad that he got dupe by FL and ML. Humph let's see what irresponsible Wei Tingyu can do

Ep22: well.... That was Marquis Jining solution??? At least he grew a backbone against his sister. Why I know that vicious bitch wld direct the thieves gang to FL and ML??? Goddamn it. Ouuu he was so tempted but he still restrain himself skskskskks. Oh I didn't expect that twist at all. Good for FL taking the lead. Wait... They didn't even do. It right?? Humph skskksks. Now we get to see all the mastermind behind this... How will FL and ML discover them?? ML shld hv order someone to tail his devious father.

Ep23: Wait all of this massacre was under Lord Qing??? Thank goodness that everyone is fine. So... Ji Jianming/Yuantong was now upgraded to 2ndML. He was amazing that he came just in time to help FL. Dou Ming... How you are so unfortunate and stupid?? To be out when you knew there was bandit on the street?? Wait, dead just like that??? Phewww ML was safe. I HATE THAT EVIL EUNUCH WANG SO BAD! Wang Yingxue deserve to suffer all the things, serve her right!! I just can't stand the masterminds were getting away from all of this.

Ep24: Yes Dou Zhao! Slap that bitch with the truths!! Wei Tingyu deserve that punishment and all the humiliation. Omg that beautiful kiss scene is in this episode! I'm so mad that the villains were controlling all of this. I'm worried for Song Mo. Goddamn I thought finally he wld get some action but ofc Lu Ming *rolls eyes. I fkg know that devious Song Yichun will instigate Han to hurt Song Mo... I hope Han can be loyal to his brother instead of his evil father. He didn't even know Song Yichun killed his mom.

Continuing this at 1/1/'25

Ep25: I don't actually quite get it but did this mean Song Mo was not the real son or what?? I just don't get why Song Han was soooo... He knew that his father treated his brother shabbily and he shld be more understanding why Song Mo was so mad that his father might kill his mother and kept his secret mistress too... Song Han was so weird for this. I DON'T CARE I NEED SONG YICHUN TO SUFFER MOREEEE!! HOW DARE HE BRAG ABOUT SONG MO BEING POISONED??? that lyu zhen servant of him too needs to experience torture!! How dare he hurt Song Mo!!!!! I'm glad he ML got Emperor on his side. That Eunuch Wang tried to hide the truth by whipping Song Yichun! So he can be sick and died. Now I get it, it was about Song Han.

[burn4youx]

𝒟ear 𝒟iary…

Helloooo!!! Welcome back everyone (literally no one's reading these but oh well)! On today's episode of Vee's boring ass life we have not having to wake up as early as I thought, a bitch ass volleyball coach, and not seeing my crush.

First off I thought I would have to wake up at 5:40 today (see last entry as for why), but I didn't! My mom rescheduled for tomorrow but it's ok because she's going to get me Starbucks after!

School was boring and we started our indoor hockey unit in PE and I HATE IT. I'M SO BAD ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY.

I did leave early though so that was good. I also finished all my work in class so no homework :).

At volleyball I've been going early to help with the younger class and get service hours, and like half way through the younger practice one of my friends would show up and we would practice on the side, right? Well today my bitch ass fucking coach said that we can't anymore because "there were complaints about people being distracted". BUT the thing is no one even looks our way, we're not bothering anyone, and she's the only one complaining??? I genuinely cannot stand her practice was so much better with the old head coach. She's still there with the two other good coaches, but this new one directs the practice, so everything is so boring and repetitive, and we aren't learning shit. I'm tempted to send an actual complaint about HER.

Sadly, Strawberry wasn't at practice today but his annoying ass washed out Cheeto little brother was ugh...I was so mad because I actually looked good today and was playing really good too AND HE WASN'T EVEN THERE! I WAS SO MADDDDD.

Also I really think these subliminals are working! I've been listening to one for good + silky hair and my hair has been so smooth and it's been three days since I last washed it and IT'S NOT OILY OR SMELLY AT ALL!!! I'm so happy because washing my hair takes soooo long because my hair is really thick. I've also been listening to one for a smaller waist and that's working too!!! It's not too noticeable but it made a BIG difference to me with my confidence! I fucking love subliminals so much shout out to my moot for showing me them <33

That's it! Tomorrow will probably be rants about waking up so early sooo goodnight!!!

UTTERLY YOURS,

VEE xx

DATE ! (10.8.24)

RATING ! (5/10)

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Ugh I’m so sorry!!! That is the worst

There was this guy in highschool that said things like “I’d never treat our daughters badly” and shit like that and would touch me all the time, he refused to leave me alone even after I blocked him so I stood up to him. The next time I saw him in class as soon as I came in him and all the popular boys looked at me and starting hysterically laughing and I genuinely thought he was going to do something to me that day I asked a male teacher to walk me to my car. I can remember the absolute panic and fear I felt, I was so tempted to report him to Title 9 but he got expelled for lunging at a teacher the next week

Sorry for the rant I just want everyone on here to know you’re not alone and you’re not crazy for feeling like that!! Especially because I had my old fashioned grandma (the other one not the one I usually talk about) tell me I should be flattered and friends tell me that at least “I’m pretty enough for someone to do that”

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That mentality pisses me off soooo much!! Like why would you even consider that to be a reasonable thing to say?? To assume that I must be complimented by it and feel good about myself even though I literally never asked for it?!?

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The whole waking up our favorite birthday boy thing now got me thinking about slow late mornings with Tony in bed and UGH I'M OBSESSED and lowkey having to hold myself back from rambling here

LMAO late mornings in general would be soooo nice especially if hou get to see him still asleep for once because he usually wakes up early or doesn’t go to bed at all! And he’s so cute and soft and for once quiet 🥺 and while he needs his sleep, it’s so tempting to just- cozy up to him and give him kisses! And for once there’s no work to be done so waking up can be so much more relaxing and he can just lie there as long as he wants while he wakes up more 🥺