#and that's fucked up because if you've been following me for awhile you know how much i've been looking forward to this

[that-starlight-prince]

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141 x POC!GN Intelligence Operative - Not Your Savior Author's Notes: This was supposed to be short but I just kept writing. Also thanks to @wraithdance for helping me with this. Not very angsty in my opinion Warnings: MDNI, Angst?, Microaggressions/Racism

Johnny is a lover at heart. Sure he may be in the military, but how couldn't he? The world has always been kind to him. The least he can do is be kind to others.

Even if it's Americans who are trying to take the love of his life.

“Sweetheart, aren’t you gonna eat?” Johnny was going to gag. He should be focusing on his own work, but couldn't help eavesdrop on yours and Russ' conversation.

“Sergeant Russ, what have I told you about calling me sweetheart?”

“And what have I told you about calling me Sergeant Russ… sweetheart?” Silence followed before laughter came. Johnny hated it. 

In another life, maybe him and Russ could have been friends. But as of right now, Johnny just wanted to punch his stupid face. Because how fucking dare he get close to you. How dare he love on you when Johnny couldn't or at least shouldn't.

“I have to finish a few more things before I can eat.” Johnny could hear the distinct sound of your fingers tapping on your keyboard. He hears that more than your voice these days. 

“You know you can eat whenever you want, whether your work is done or not.” Your fingers stopped tapping. “You know that, right?” 

Silence.

“Keegan, c-can you please leave?” Johnny was taken aback. He has never heard your voice break before.

Did Keegan touch a nerve? Did you really think you didn’t deserve to eat? 

Now looking back at it, Johnny didn’t see you much in the dining hall these days. You normally sat with the 141 but after walking in the rain, you started to eat in your office. Or at least, he assumed you ate lunch in your office. 

“Only if you come with me to get lunch.”

“Sergeant Russ, I already—“

“No.”

“No?”

“Yeah, no.” Johnny could hear some heavy footsteps. “Get up and let’s go.” The 141 sergeant distinctly heard the sound of your chair moving. 

“Keegan, let me go, you can’t just—“

“Stop fighting me and let’s go!” 

Even if Keegan has a point here, that doesn't mean he can just man-handle you. He shot out of his seat and rushed towards your office. However, before he could step inside, Keegan started to speak again in a much softer voice. 

“I don’t know what these fucking Brits told you but you deserve to be here.“ Johnny heard you take a deep breath. “They might not care about you, but I do, so please let’s just—“

“Keegan, respectfully, fuck off.” You cut him off. “You‘ll never get it, okay? You’re a white man. You've never needed to prove yourself. So don’t come in here on your high horse and try to be my hero. I don’t need saving, I just need teammates who’ll let me do my job.“

Johnny could hear you breathing heavily, but he couldn't understand why you were so worked up? Keegan was just trying to look out for you... what's so wrong with that? Also what do you mean he didn't have to work hard? Johnny had to work hard and he's a white man.

Johnny tries to peer inside your office but had to quickly pull back as Keegan walks out. His eyes followed the American out.  

“Sergeant MacTavish, do you need something?” Johnny jumps a bit after hearing your voice. He couldn't help but stare at you. It's been awhile since he's had you so close. Maybe this was his chance to show you he still cares.

"Y-y-ou should eat," he stutters out. Your eyes widen and you ask him to repeat himself. So he does. Johnny explains that despite Russ getting on his nerves, he's right. You should eat. And that you also should have been a little nicer to the guy, he was just looking out for you.

You weren't sure whether to scream or fight Johnny right now. Instead, like you always have, you take a deep breath and just leave. You didn’t have time for this anymore. You hear Johnny call out your name, but you ignore him. You just shut your door. Maybe this time, they’ll let you work. 

An hour goes by and to your joy, no one bothers you. A small part of you hoped Johnny would come in and ask more questions, but you quickly pushed it down. He hasn’t cared about you in over four months, why would he suddenly care now? Now with that report done, you rush to the restroom. 

As you walk back to your office, you fight the urge to look into the temporary office of the allied task force. They were an… interesting trio but you honestly didn’t want to entertain them. You were not going to make that mistake twice. 

You swing your office door open and stop in your tracks. Sitting on your desk was a plastic bag with take-away boxes clearly in it. You slowly approached it and grab the note stapled on the bag. 

It read: eat it now or later, totally up to you. The boxes are safe for the microwave.

Sorry, your teammate, Keegan. 

You really couldn't believe it. You pointed out this man's privilege and told him to go fuck himself. Any one else would have had a fit and probably reported you, but instead he bought you lunch and apologized.

This had to be a trick… right? No one is that mature. You grabbed the bags and marched to the makeshift office.

And as you fly past a certain Scotsman's office, Johnny couldn't help but peak outside his door. For a moment, he was ecstatic to see a bag of food in your hands. But when he realized you were headed towards the new guys office, he couldn't help but feel nervous. What were you going to do?

"Sergeant Russ?" Johnny floats close to make sure everything goes well.

"Everything okay, sweetheart?"

"What's this?" Johnny connects the dots and realizes that Russ must have bought you food. Fuck. Why didn't he think of that?

"Lunch... or dinner. Up to you."

Your scoff rings out the door. "Why?"

Johnny hears Russ take a deep breath. He's probably annoyed. Now Russ is going to lash out when this could have all been avoided if you just had accepted his --

"Because you were right." Johnny hears a chair scrapping the floor before Russ continues. "I won't ever get what it's like to be you. And I can say all that I want but it won't change the fact that the rules are different for you and I."

"Keegan, I--"

"Please let me finish here." A heavy silence fills the air before Keegan continues. "But that doesn't mean I don't want to try to help you. And no, that doesn't mean I'm going to try to save you, because I know you can do that yourself. You've been doing that. Just... just let me help my teammate in any way I can." Johnny hears a few heavy steps. "Is that okay with you sweetheart?"

Johnny couldn't understand what just happened. Keegan was just trying to be nice and you get annoyed. Keegan leaves, buys you lunch, and then apologizes. What was going on here? Did Johnny miss something here?

He must have, because he couldn't understand why you would just say,

"Well, Keegan, help a teammate out then. I'm feeling like an early dinner tonight."

Word Count: 1231

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[imaginesig]

A Bear and a Gorgeous Girl

Ollie Bearman x singer!reader

with a new wave of fame, how does her hard rock aesthetic hold up when Y/n's fans find her boyfriends account? More specifically how she appears on that account.

ynln

Liked by user1, louis91, olliebearman, and 833 others

Ynln: You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain

tagged: no one

olliebearman i wanna support the arts 🙋🏻‍♂️

User1 I’ve been living for the on tour posts

User2 fr let’s all say thank you Louis!!

user3 that’s an odd caption—are you teasing song lyrics??

user4 Bear cameo

user7 the day we learn who bear is, is the day I die

user5 I want to know who her man is so bad

user6 Y/N LET ME IN

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olliebearman

liked by paularon_, kimi.antonelli, user2, and 732,927 others

ollliebearman: i spent my free time following my gf on her tour

tagged ynln

ynln forever grateful Bear ❤️

olliebearman 🧸❤️

kimi.antonelli simp

user1 it upsets me everytime im reminded they're both off the market

user2 ugh shes so pretty

user3 im a new fan, who is she?

user4 Y/n is a small artist who recently started touring with Louis Tomlinson (fron One Direction) and gained followers

user5 They're been together for about a year, but from what ive noticed, her newer fans havent connected that Ollie is her bf (understandable because she hasnt posted/tagged him in awhile)

user6 oh to have a supportive bf like ollie

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ynln

liked by louis91, ynln_hq, olliebearman, and 1,982 others

ynln: thank you Louis for an increable experience!! To everyone who learned my songs and cheered me on I love you ❤️❤️

tagged louis91, ynln_hq

olliebearman gorgeous girl

user4 you can say that again

louis91 you are a meance and it was an honor to be your first tour!

ynln 1D was also my first concert

louis91 so you've meantioned several hundred times

user1 best opener ever!!!

user2 im so glad ive discovered you

user3 og fans tap in!!

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ynln

liked by louis91, use54, user9, and 2,938 others

ynln: "Mom, I'm Goin' Out" dropping 7/24!! Enjoy my new single "Too Sweet" while you wait 💋💋

tagged ynln_hq

louis91 its gonna be fucking amazing

thesnuts you're smashing it

oliviarodrigo on repeat!!

user1 AHHHH BABE WAKE UP Y/N IS DROPPING A NEW ALBUM

user2 "its ten o clock before i say a word... you wake up for the sunrise" ok miss ma'am

user3 she found herself a good boy

user4 we've known Bear is the golden retriver to her black cat

user5 ok so she posted a soft launch-esc post with a lyrics from too sweet. The rest of that stanza is "You know you're bright as the morning, as soft as the rain. Pretty as a vine, as sweet as a grape. If you can sit in a barrel, maybe I'll wait until that day"

user6 so?

user5 so its pr its about depsite the song suggesing otherwise

user7 noooo she's off the market

user8 i swear she laced the lines "i take my whiskey neat, my coffee black, and my bed at three" with crack

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olliebearman posted a story!

caption: gorgeous girl is releasing an EP stream it 7/24

ynln

liked by mmataband, user54, kimi.antonelli, and 2,930 others

ynln: "Mom I'm Goin' Out" has dropped!! Thank you to my family, fellow musicians, and my muse for the endless support! Now stop reading and learn the songs, we got gigs to attend

tagged: ynln_hq, olliebearman

user1 ok hard launch

mmataband we make a killer track

louis91 so proud!

kimi.antonelli adding to the Prema playlist now

ynln if Ollie hasnt already beaten you to it

kimi.antonelli yk he has 😔

user2 Y/n: tags her bf in her EP release, me: stalks him while streaming said EP

user3 UGH MAROON IS TOO GOOD

user4 there is no reason why "The Chain" is so hot

user5 WE FINALLY FOUND HIM

user6 BEAR IS OLLIE -BEAR-MAN

user7 are we all stupid orrr

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olliebearman

liked by ynln, paularon_, user32, and 721, 291 others

olliebearman: "Mom I'm Goin' Out" to celebrate love's new EP

tagged ynln

ynln you're so cheesy

olliebearman but you love me

ynln forever and always

kimi.antonelli please tell me she didn't let you actually touch that soundboard

olliebearman 🤷‍♂️🤷‍♂️

user1 I cannot wait to blast Y/n while waiting for race to start

user2 this is the same Y/n???

user3 who are you girl

user4 I would have never pinned her to love pastel flowers and a pink heart cake

user5 I've stalked this mans whole account and we need to have a meeting

user6 the new Y/n fans have found Ollie ive seen...

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ynln

liked by user3, olliebearman, ynln_hq, and 293,293 others

ynln: HELLO?? YOU GUYS HAVE BLOWN THIS EP UP!! I'm so so lucky to say that my childhood dream has become a reality, thank you for everyone who have supported me and helped me on my musical journey!!

tagged: ynln_hq

louis91 stoked to see you're finally getting the attention you deserve

mmataband 🤘🏻🎸❤️🖤

user1 so so deserved!!!

user2 its been on repeat since it dropped

user3 ugh I swear this album was laced bc I CANNOT STOP LISTENING

user4 I can't wait for the live shows to start

user5 same!! I need to hear these songs live

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olliebearman

liked by kimi.antolli, paularon_, user54, and 273,393 others

olliebearman: I'm so in awe of your accomplishments gorgeous girl ❤️ Congrats on 1 million streams

tagged ynln

ynln couldnt have done it without my muse ❤️ love you bear

olliebearman love you too❤️

user1 theyre so cute but everytime he posts her its a jumpscare

user3 right its so far off from her aesthetic

user2 too cute!!

user4 God its me again

user5 when is it my turn

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ynln

liked by olliebearman, user43, paularon_, and 232,938 others

ynln: Bear has officially ruined my aesthetic but its ok because he's cute

tagged: olliebearman

user1 her hard rock aesthetic might be over but this post is still so put together within itself

olliebearman 😶

kimi.antonelli no its not ok, I dont wanna see you being all lovey dovey on my instragram

ynln something tells me you'll survive

ynln_hq you're still a kick ass rockstar in our eyes 🤩

user1 now that the shock is over im in love with them

user2 the second pic is literally so boyfriend coded

user3 lets all thank Y/n for her service

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olliebearman

liked by kimi.antonelli, user4, ynln, and 838,393 others

olliebearman: you heard the girl im cute!!

tagged: ynln

ynln this post is so Pinterest, ive trained you well 🥹

olliebearman best teacher ever!!

user1 ok aesthetic

user2 that second pic is gonna own pintrest

user3 looks like im sleeping in traffic tonight

user4 the matching captions make me sick I NEED IT

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ynln

liked by ynln_hq, olliebearman, louis91, and 233,939 others

ynln: guys its time I come clean... im a giant softie who likes my coffee in the form of an ice latte

tagged: olliebearman

olliebearman the lies!!! The deception!! cancel y/n 2024

ynln shut up 🙄

olliebearman 🎸❤️

ynln 🧸❤️

user1 not them having special emoji combos 😭

user2 the coffee drawing is so cute what

user3 well this was not what I was expecting from Y/n but im into it

user4 she's just a girl, no ones above an iced latte

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[tan1shere]

Motel Whore

Ellie Williams x female reader !

A/n: ahh you guys after awhile its finally hereeee. Sorry for the wait life's been hectic and I'm not doing the best right now :( going through a pretty difficult breakup that's quite honestly tearing me apart but I hope you guys enjoy this!

Summary: You and Ellie started a fwb. But you want more. She doesn't see that nor notice how you've been acting. You're just her. Motel Whore. (Yes this is based off of the song Motel Whore by Nessa Barrett!)

Warnings: smut, angst, just sadness. Ellies a bit of an ass. Jealousy, slightly rapey Ellie if ya squint. We won't pay attention to that cuz we all know she's a sweetheart and wouldn't do that. Suggestive language. Like always MDNI

Masterlist

Pt 2!

It was just one night. Turning into two. Turning into a week. Months. Almost a year and you still don't know how you're here. Doing this with your friend Ellie. You always thought it'd be easy, the whole friend's with benefits thing, just a simple fuck then leave. You had no feelings for eachother. Wrong. It was the complete opposite. You started getting more attached as the weeks went by. But you had agreed to her request. 'No feelings involved' and 'this isn't a forever thing' you and Ellie were both single.

And you had agreed that it was a good idea to do this until you could fill that void. On the first night you two had slept together you had told her you were sick of being lonely and having to get off by yourself. You said it mindlessly just ranting to a friend. Until she came up with the idea. You were getting in too deep and you had no idea what to do about it.

You were currently at your friends, Dinas. To be exact. A mutual friend of you and Ellie. She had no idea about your secret life with her, no one did for that matter. It was hush hush. That was another agreement that you both made at the start. But secretly. You wanted the whole world to know. Why? You honestly couldn't even answer that. Because, you had no clue yourself.

"Hello, earth to Y/n. I'm talking to you babe." She blurts out, snapping you out of your thoughts. "Oh yeah, sorry." You mumble. "What's up, you seem off." You shake your head. "Nothing, I'm fine." You give her a reassuring smile. But knowing how Dina was she didn't buy it one bit. She was going to pry, but knowing you'd tell her eventually she let's it go.

"Right well, I asked if you wanted to go out for dinner on Saturday." You look straight at her. Fuck, you were suppose to be meeting Ellie. You always did on a Saturday. Or whenever one of you needed a good fuck. "Uhmm, can we make it Friday?" You try to negotiate. She furrows her brows. "I'm going out with Jesse on Friday, he has a date planned." You flop on the bed. "You guys are so cute." She laughs at the pout on your lips. "You'll find it. Trust me. It may even be close you never know." You scoff. "Doubt it." She then thinks for a moment. "Sunday could work?" You smile at her. "Sounds like a plan."

It was now Saturday you were just driving to the motel of this time. Ellie would always text you the address of some crappy motel. It was never the same one, but if it was it would've been months since you went. Where you lived there was a shit ton of em around. So you rarely ever had to visit them twice. You get out of your car and go up to the number she texted you. "Room 147." You speak, going to knock on it, guessing she's already there.

She opens it welcoming you in. You follow, immediately being kissed by her, she was desperate, and honestly so were you. You always can't wait to see her on your planned days, even when they aren't you can't wait to be by her. "God I missed you." You let out a giggle. "It was only 2 days ago since we last did this Ellie." You smile at her as she takes her hoodie off. "Yeah. 2 days too long." She continues to kiss you. Making you let out a soft sigh into her mouth. "I want to ruin you angel." She'd always call you that during these moments.

You were quite different from most of your friends, you would dress with whites, baby pinks, golds, just any baby color really. You weren't super girly and childish but you had this aura about you that was ethereal. Honestly angelic. Ellie fed on that. She was the complete opposite. She loved fucking you senseless, ripping you apart so to speak. She adored how soft you were. Although you weren't completely innocent. This was the most you've done with any body. You always would do stuff to yourself. But what Ellie didn't know. Was she was your first.

"Ruin me Els.. please." You needed it. You craved it. And she loved that. She loved having you completely under her control. She moves her incredibly soft lips against your neck, putting your hands in her hair gently tugging at her locks, making her groan against your skin. She leads you to the bed getting ontop of you, starting to move down your now naked body. You were panting, it was getting hotter in the room. Both of your bodies radiating heat, making both of you going mental for one another. "Gunna dick you down sweetheart." And she did, just that.

It was now after and like always she was getting dressed immediately. You were always left sitting there, feeling sorry for yourself. "I've been meeting up with some other girls that I've met recently for a quick fuck and I'm meeting one of them right now." She states as she puts her jeans back on. You felt something brew in your stomach. Was it jealousy, disgust? "Oh, I see, well have fun." She grabs her keys. "If you can't be bothered going home, I booked this room out for the night so you can just stay here if you'd like." You look at the bed sheets contemplating your whole life right now. "Right." She then leaves not uttering another word.

Room 147.

Just for the night.

Said I was heaven.

That's without saying goodbye.

It was now a Wednesday. You had been in your apartment just tidying up a bit you could not stop the thought of Ellie. It was intoxicating. And you couldn't quite tell if that was a bad or good thing. You tried to take your mind off of it, but this was all slowly getting to you. You knew what you signed up for. But at the same time it's like she's doing it on purpose. You needed your brain to just shut up for a quick second. Then you got a stupid. Stupid idea. Thinking itd help.

You shook your head. It shouldn't hurt the way it does. You're not even dating her. But oh how it did. The image of her tattooed hand rubbing up some other girls thigh. It made you want to physically puke. But you needed to stop that feeling. You were both single. You had no rule over her. Which meant neither did she. Maybe you should go out more find someone else. You just shake your head again, waiting to see how later pans out.

Later came round slow. You'd been feeling off all day. You don't know why this would make you feel better because honestly you always felt like shit afterwards. You felt used. Even if you wanted this it just felt worthless, were you wasting your time? Should you just call it quits before it's too late. What if it is too late. You were already at the said motel, sitting on the bed waiting. She then comes through the door, looking like she's in a rush. You furrow your brows at her. "Sorry stayed a bit longer." You just nod. Knowing it was one of the girls she's been doing it with alongside you. "You alright love?" She asks as she takes off her jeans. It felt wrong. This all felt so wrong.

You lie. "Yeah I'm good. Just really bored Els. Needed you." What are you doing. Why hurt yourself like this. She smirks, getting on the bed with you. "Yeah baby? How badly hm." She leans closer to your face inches away. Leaning down to kiss you, you relish in it. She begins taking your clothes off, leaving you in your specifically picked out lingerie. It was red, with lace, and silk. You'd hope that maybe this will get her to notice you as something more. See you in something as special. But oh boy were you. Wrong. Making you feel even more stupid as she takes it off, no comment, no nothing. You felt cold. And not because of the fact you were naked. You felt icy, inside and out. You felt that pukey feeling again.

And just like everytime you two fuck, she was up and about to leave again. "So uhm where are you going?" You ask, knowing the answer but still asking regardless. "One of the other girls." You nod. "Do any of them know about me?" She looks up at you, your figure still on the bed. "No. No one knows about this. And that's what we agreed on right?" You nod, looking at her. "Have fun." Your response was cold. Cold like your body.

Am I just a secret.

You love to hide.

Turn off your location when, you come over late at night.

You were currently out with Dina, doing your usual girly shopping, trying on all sorts of clothes and shoes. "Hey what do you think of these pumps?" She asks. You nod. "Suit you." You say bluntly. You don't particularly like the mood you've acquired over the last few months, but you had yourself to blame for that one. "Ok what is up your ass girl. And you are telling me this time." You sigh. "Nothing Dee I'm just not in a good place right now." You softens her look. "Please just talk to me. I'm worried about you babe." You hated that, you never ever wanted to worry. Or upset anyone, at all. "Promise to talk to you in future." You give her a smile. "You better." She winks at you.

"Right anyways, positive vibes. I saw this cute skirt that was definitely you. Wanna go try it on?" You nod smiling genuinely this time. You continued to do this, going around the stores when you got a text.

You absolutely hated yourself for getting into it. You should've stopped sooner but you just can't. And you still don't know why. You couldn't keep treating yourself like this it's time this ends.

You arrive at the motel that she mentioned. Knocking on the door, quickly getting tugged in. She's immediately kissing you, your lips, your neck. She slides her thumb over your bottom lip. You let out a breath. "Ellie-"

"Shhh. I need to fuck the shit out of you angel. Need it." You just nod, giving consent but not fully in the mood for this. You're so stupid. What is wrong with you, you're so blinded. She takes your clothes off, getting you to lay on the bed, but she thinks for a moment. "Uh uh, ass up." You look right at her. "Bu-" She flips you over, going to grope your ass, your face hiding in the pillow. She attached her strap, without any thought pushing into you rough. And hard. You let out a slight gasp.

"Fuck. I needed this." She mumbles, watching as it goes in and out of you. "Using you as I please." And for the first time in all of this mess, you felt tears, hot well needed tears. You're so thankful she couldn't see your face. But it truly hurt. Usually those words wouldn't get to you. But it's how you've been feeling. Used. Abused. In a mental way. It was hurting. Every little bit of it hurt. This feeling wasn't at all good, you just wanted it to be over. So. You faked your orgasm. And like always it ended with her leaving and not uttering a word. You were still faced down in the pillows pretending you were sleeping. Although you don't think it made much difference. You just couldn't look at her. Not with your makeup stained face. From the tears.

Check in check out.

One night stay, you're out the door.

You treat me, like a motel whore.

[pray4saint]

SAPNAP PLS nsfw headcannons.... him taking the bdsm tests, what's his sex drive? I just know he presses himself against you every time he passes you, but does he follow through ;)))

FOUND UR ACCC YESTERDAY and I'm acc in love like we both love dteam and marauders it's such a rare combination and I've never seen anyone love both before! ( like me LOL) do you take anons? 🥺

sapnap nsfw headcanons

masterlist & descrip. rated r. 16+. dirty talk. sapnap taking the bdsm test.

a/n. i would be happy to write more horndog texan for you / the only other person i know who writes mcyt & marauders is my younger cousin but they're fifteen so we don't interact online but lmk if you'd like their @ (& yes, i do take anons, the current anons i have are 💚 & 🦥)

as you said anon, sap absolutely presses against you when he passes by you, even when there's plenty of space to just go around, he does it to rile you up

does he follow through?? sometimes he does it for buildup for later that night, to make you all whiny and needy for him

but other times when you call him out for it, it's a 25/75 of if he won't follow through or he will (just to clarify, 25% of the time he won't, 75% he does)

when you call him out and he follows through though.. it's rough, it's kinky, it's dirty and it is hot and heavy

i mean more degradation when you call him out, more slapping if you're into that, hair pulling, messy, sloppy kisses

”god, such a slut for me aren't ya?” he pulls his lips from yours, a string of saliva thinning the farther he gets from your mouth, and it finally breaks when he licks his bottom lip. ”sap, please-” ”isn't this what you wanted babe?” he tangles a hand in your hair, ”to be fucked senseless under me like a whore?” he tugs at your hair, making you whine and beg him to just fuck you already.

sapnap's sex drive i'd say is above average, but not by a whole lot

i think if he can, he'll find a way to fuck you every day or every other day, but if you're not feeling it or you have your period or you just don't want to, it's not the end of the world for him

his sex drive is based solely on his attraction to you; when he was single he had a low sex drive but when you two started dating it jumped wayy up

OH OH OH my brain goes brrrrr for this shit: when you've been going at it for awhile, his southern accent becomes more pronounced with every word he says

”fuck- darl' you're doing so- s'good f'me.” his breath fans hot against your ear and down your neck and he fucks into you, drawing moan after moan out of you.

lots of praise this way, about how well you take him, how perfect you look under him or on top of him, about how much he loves you and how good you treat him

i think despite his above average sex drive, he still likes taking his time, teasing you, building up foreplay, because it all adds to the experience for you and that's all he really wants, for you to be happy

sapnap believes in being begged, for anything really, to be touched, to be fucked a certain way, to cum, yk he just gets it

also some sub!sapnap for you // sub!sap who begs to be touched when he's horny and if you say no he just can't help it, he'll touch himself even if he isn't allowed to

sub!sapnap, rutting into you while he begs to be praised >>>>

”m'i doing good? please tell me i'm doing good..” while his pelvis presses against yours over and over again. ”yes- sap fuck, you're doing so good, such a good boy for me.” his hips begin to stutter at your words.

thank you for coming to my ted talk

pray4saint© do not copy, translate or repost my work without my express permission.

[jadededge]

Tear You Apart | Ch.3

Pairing:  GOT7 x OC

Genre: Demon/Mafia AU, Romance, Smut

Rating: M

Summary: Jaebeom and Yugyeom are "running an errand" when the most delectable scent that he ever smelled hit Yugyeom like a ton of bricks. Yugyeom stops JayB and soon he smells it. They look across the street and see the her. They stalk her for awhile and finally get the chance to manufacture a meet with her.

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Despite their busy and immortal lives, the boys try to have dinner together as often as possible. Gathering around the large oak table in their dining room, they share laughs and stories of the day. Relaxing and unwinding as a family.

"So, maknaes," Jaebeom starts. "I hear you had to provide some backup on Canal. How did that go?"

"We went to see Selah. I'm so sorry," Youngjae immediately folds and bows his head, hoping to be spared.

Bam sucks his teeth. "Youngjae, what the fuck man?"

"You did what?" Jaebeom asks calmly. Too calm.

The sound of silverware hitting plates echoed in the now quiet room.

"Aw shit, boys, why did you do that?" Mark asks.

"We only wanted to see her." Yugyeom adds with a pout. "We didn't even talk to her." He says leaning towards Youngjae.

Jinyoung must've caught that because he immediately followed up. "Bam. What about you?"

"Whatever. I talked to her. And I got her number."

All the older brothers sigh. Jaebeom continues to look. His chin starts to protrude.

"Son, why did you do that when we have her number?" Mark asked.

"I'm sorry, were we going to start texting her and tell her we looked up everything about her beforehand?" He laid it out. "I'm playing the boyfriend game." He leans back, looking proud of himself.

Jaebeom was pissed, but he was trying not to show it. He had a plan, and this... He stands, pushing his chair back to leave. "I'm going out."

"Either you've messed up so badly that he needs to go prepare to send you back or..." Jackson pauses. "Actually, I don't know what else he could be doing. Nice knowing you, Bam. I'll see you in 50 years."

Jinyoung chimes in with a disapproving tone, "You do know Jackson went to meet her as well? What will she think? We're meant to be playing this smart, and you've gone and added another complication to the situation. Yeah, Jaebeom should send you back."

"I fucked up, huh?" Bam says, hanging his head.

Mark, though known for his temper, is actually quite gentle with his brothers. Particularly the younger ones, and tries to comfort them. "Did you fuck up? Yes. But it will be okay. JB won't send you back."

"He might strangle you, though." Jackson says he is taking a bite of his food.

Mark gives him a 'stop that' look.

"What? Bammie, I invited Selah to the club. How do we explain to her that out of pure coincidence, she met both of us on the same day and that we know each other? You might have to miss the opening."

Bam lets out a puff of air ready to protest.

"That's actually not a bad idea." Jinyoung says. "You three will not be at the opening."

The younger ones begin to protest. Jinyoung holds his hand up and says, "Save it. This is perfect. Perhaps Jaebeom won't murder you if we can salvage this."

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The weekend arrives, and everybody is a bundle of nerves. After adjusting plans, the boys feel like they're actually in a better place. Feeling that perhaps it would be easier to introduce her to four of them versus all seven.

The maknaes are on warehouse duty for the night, and they couldn't have been more sour about it.

"I can't believe I let you talk me into going with you. Now look at me." Youngjae pouts, looking into the distance.

Bam rolls his eyes and says, "Well, you hardly put up a fight at a gentle suggestion."

Yugyeom chuckles a bit. "You did come along pretty easily. We should just be happy we didn't get banished."

"Valid point. But I want to meet her now." Youngjae says.

Yugy juts his lip out, "Me too."

"Yeah she's great. Glad I talked to her when I did." Bam says proudly.

The other two side eye him.

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Selah arrives at the club accompanied by her friend Brianca. She's feeling good about how she looks. The little black dress she has on is her favorite among the many in her closet. The tiny straps sit upon her glittering shoulders. The bodice fits tight on her chest with a side split that causes the material to lay nicely over her ass. Matched with a flattering pair of heels that elongate her legs and strap around her ankles is giving her a confidence boost. Not to mention, she smelled amazing.

She's hoping to see Jackson. Bam hasn't texted her. Which made her a bit sad, as she was hoping he would. But she figured she would at least have a good time, get her mind off the week, and look good if for nobody but herself

"Girl, this club is nice!" Brianca says to Selah. "And you said he's the owner?"

"That's what he said. So I'm not sure I'll easily bump into him." Selah responds by surveying the area.

"Let's get a drink!" Brianca suggests.

At the bar, Brianca has already been approached by a couple of guys and is chatting one up. She has a very inviting aura, so it's no surprise she's already deep in conversations.

At one point she leans over to Selah, "omg girl. This is that guy I told you about. That I went out with a couple of weeks ago." "The one with the.." Selah wiggles her brows. 

"Yes him." Brianca exclaims trying not to let him hear.

Selah chuckles, "well it looks like you're in for a wild night."

"Here's hoping." Brianca cheers with her friend and turns back to her presumed date for the evening.

As Selah is enjoying her cocktail, she feels a gentle touch on her shoulder that sends shivers throughout her body. Looking to her left, she sees Jackson. Managing her reaction, she doesn't smile too hard. "Jackson, hi."

"Selah, you made it." He's grinning from ear to ear. He takes a second to look her up and down. Without realizing it, he's licking his lips. "You look amazing."

This causes her to blush hard and look away briefly. "Thank you. You look great yourself, and your club is amazing."

"Thank you. I spotted you and wanted to be sure I had a chance to speak while things were going smoothly."

He needed to get her away from her friend and up to the private room. He can tell she cares about her and won't want to leave her alone or unsafe. But it appears luck was on his side.

"Brianca." Selah is turning to get her friend's attention to introduce her to Jackson. "This is Ja-."

But she's being lead to the dance floor by the guy she was chatting with. She looks back and smiles big at her friend. Quickly surveying the guy next to Selah she gives her a 'go get em' look.

"Well I was going to introduce you but nevermind I guess." She laughs.

Jackson sighs internally with relief, "No worries, we can meet later. She looks like a good time."

"Oh she's a blast in a glass. She'll be entertained for hours."

"In that case, would you like me to show you around?" Jackson asks as he holds his hand out for her.

"Sure. I'd like that, we sort of b-lined to the music, so I haven't seen the rest."

He leads her through the crowd and back toward the foyer. The place is actually quite large with a few different areas. One being the bigger bar and dance floor area they just left. Jackson shows her around the bottom floor. Even showing her a few behind the scene places before leading her into a lounge area. It's decorated in gold, with soft lighting and slow music, this makes for a nice area to chat.

"One of my brothers designed this room. He thought it would be a good idea to add an area that was much less chaotic than the traditional club atmosphere." Jackson explained.

"Oh you have a brother?" Selah asks.

"Yes, six actually." He leads her to the bar to order himself a drink. "Would you like anything?"

"Whatever you're having. Unless it's vodka." She makes a disgusting face.

Jackson chuckles and signals to the bartender, "please send over two glasses of Hennessy and ice. Thanks T."

"You got it boss." The bartender responds.

Jackson turns his attention to Selah, "Come, let's have a seat."

Settling in, Jackson takes this time to get a really good look at her. She's perfect. They begin a back and forth conversation that flows with ease. He asks her questions about herself that he already knows the answers to, but he loves hearing her talk, so this isn't a problem.

She asks about his business endeavors and he explains to her how he owns this a few other nightclubs. He mentions the corporation that his family runs, not the illegal things, obviously.

"So you have 6 brothers. That had to be hectic growing up." Selah comments.

"You could say that again. We're not exactly blood brothers, more very close friends, but we're brothers in just about every other way. We sort of came together at different times but we've been together ever since." She's listening intently. Jackson hasn't even used his gifts to any degree and she's already hooked on his every word. "Three of them are here now. I was hoping to introduce you actually. They've been dying to meet you."

"Oh, you've told them about me?" She's shocked, they only met briefly. "And you want me to meet them?"

He smiles and grabs her hand, gently caressing it. "Of course, we tell each other everything. So when I met a gorgeous woman, I told them immediately."

She was a bit hesitant but the moment Jackson touches her, she gets those same shivers. Being near Jackson, she finds herself alot more willing to go along with just about anything he says. Especially when he touches her.

She blushes, "Okay, sure."

He beams at her, "You're going to love them."

"I should text my friend and let her know."

This irritates Jackson. But he hides his displeasure. "Sure, no problem. "

He needs her alone and he didn't want to manipulate her to do it but this is becoming tedious. How do normal people live like this.

"Oh, she actually messaged to say she left with that guy. I must've missed it. I guess i'm all yours." Selah explains.

"Perfect." Jackson stands and extends his hand to help her up.

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Leading her out of the lounge and through the club to the stairs, Selah feels lightheaded. She feels as if she's walking to another world. The decor is also darker upstairs. The walls are a blood red velvet with black damask patterning. The lighting is low and the music from downstairs is faded and becomes more faint the deeper they walk.

"Continuing the tour," Jackson starts. "This top floor has a few private rooms that special guests can use, as well as the offices."

He stops at a door at the end of the hall and on the other side, Selah knows deep down, everything will change once she steps in. Jackson opens the door and gestures for her to enter.

The room is spacious, continuing the same dark motif, but the colors are a darker green and black with gold accents. There's a full-sized bar and and lounge area with a large window across the way for a view of the entire dance floor from above. 

And scattered about the room are three of the finest men Selah has ever seen, apart from Jackson. It nearly takes her breath away. They are dressed in finely tailored suits, like Jackson, and they have this something about them she can't quite put her finger on. Maybe this was a mistake. She thinks.

Jackson places his hand on the small of her back and moves her further into the room, "Selah, these are three of my brothers." He points to one at the bar with a short haircut and a dazzling smile that warms her heart. "This is Mark, the oldest."

"Hello gorgeous, lovely to meet you." He finishes making his drink and comes to settle in a chair next to the couch.

"And this absolute cutie..." pointing to other one with a short haircut. His lips grab her attention and she can't help but stare at them. He chuckles slightly and bites his bottom lip. She had to stop her knees from giving out. Did he do that on purpose. "...is Jinyoung."

He rolls his eyes, "Could you not introduce me that way." He gives her a smile staring directly in her eyes making her melt.

"Why? Is he not adorable Selah?" Jackson turns to ask her. She blushes from being put on the spot. Jackson laughs. "And lastly but certainly not least, this is Jaebeom. He is our leader."

Calling this man gorgeous would be an understatement. With longer hair styled perfectly sitting across his neck. Selah couldn't help but imagine what it would be like to run her fingers through it. She's cursing herself for how hard she is crushing on her crush's brothers.

He nods her direction. "Nice to meet you Selah, you can call me Jay B."

Her head swims. "Nice to meet you all"

"Come let's sit." Jackson moves them to a loveseat next to Jaebeom and across from Mark. Jinyoung has his eyes trained on her.

All four of them are drawing her in, with their confidence and captivating aura. But just beyond that is something tugging at her, whispering danger. She's watching herself wade further into the waters. What is happening...

Tags: @openup-yourmind

[darlingsfandom]

hi, I'd like one where Hop is getting arrested from f/reader who's an agent with a big crush on him and wants to exploit the situation.

Thank youuuu

This was not your first time making an arrest but this time it was different . You had to arrest Jim Hopper and as much as you'd rather do anything else you enjoyed the idea of seeing Jim in handcuffs. When you stepped into the bar it was no surprise that every one looked at and watched as you made your way to Jim.

His lips curved into a cocky smirk as he pulled the cigarette from his lips.

"And to what I do I owe the pleasure ?" He blew the smoke away from your face as you stood there with a hand on your hip.

"Jim Hopper.... you're under arrest for suspected treason." He slapped the cuffs on his wrists and Jim being Jim, he didn't want to make a big scene and followed you out of the bar.

"Am I really under arrest right now sugar?" He asked as you opened the door for him to get in. Jim obeyed and got in before you slammed the door shut . You got yourself situated in the front seat before you drove off. The two of you sat in silence for a good ten miles outside of town. You pulled the car over. Jim kept his mouth shut as he watched you move from the front seat back into the back seat with him. You sat down on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck before pulling him in for a hot steamy kiss. Jims tongue slipped into your mouth as you ran your fingers through his hair before gripping the hair on the back of his neck while grinding your hips into his.

"So... am I ... really under arrest?" Jim panted between kisses.

"Yes." You breathed heavily while looking into his eyes when you finally pulled away from his lips .

"Come on sugar... you know me... I'd never betray this country ..." Jim batted his eyelashes at you as you ran your hands down his chest .

"I do Hopper... I'll make you a deal... fuck me hard enough and I won't turn you in." Your lips pulled into a tight smirk as Jim's lips did the same. He started bucking his hips into you already as you sat clothed on his lap. Your hands cupped his face tightly before pressing your lips hard into his . He tasted like whiskey and cigarettes as your tongue swirled in his mouth. A deep moan escaped his mouth and went into yours. You were getting wetter by the second and couldn't handle the teasing anymore.

You lifted your hips up to unzip your pants.

"Look at those panties!" Jim whistled as you pushed your pants down to show him your red little panties. You shook your head before pulling your panties down and Jim got quiet real quick as he seen your pussy for the first time. He was in an awe state before he realized that your hands were pulling down his own pants.

"I think you want this more than I do! You're already fucking hard." You pulled down his pants along with his boxers. You spit into your hand and wrapped it around his cock. Jim hissed. It had been awhile since he felt anything else besides his own hand.

"Of course I want this sugar! You're fucking beautiful!" Jim threw his head back when he felt you squeeze his cock before it hit him that you were climbing back into his lap and sinking your warm wet cunt down his cock.

"FUCK!" You whimpered loudly as you sank down on his cock until you felt his tight hairy balls against your ass. You felt like you were being split open but in a good way. Jim smirked at you as he watched how your face scrunched as you adjusted to his size. Jim was one of the bigger ones you've had. He wasn't long but he was thick! Your eyes rolled back into your head slowly as you started riding his cock,

"That's it sugar, ride my cock! Use me!" Jim sounded submissive and it turned you on. How this giant hairy strong man turned to putty in your hands simply because you were riding his cock was exciting. Your fingers pulled on his hair as you pulled yourself up so you were chest to chest with Jim as you moved your hips faster. "Shit baby girl, you like riding me don't you?"

"Uh huh ! Fuck! Your cock feels good in me!" You moaned into his ear while smacking your hips down your harder making sure to go all the way down so you could take ever inch.

"Sugar! Fuck! Not gonna last long if you keep riding me like that!" Jim's eyes closed tightly as he groaned from deep inside his throat. You were like his own personal porn star the way you rode him hard and fast while his ears were filled with your angelic moans. You held his shoulders tightly as you looked into his eyes.

"FUCK!" Jim cried out as he came deep inside of you all because you gave him the cutest look he'd ever seen. You grinned as he came undone below you. Your own orgasm shot through you shortly after making you cry out his name. Both of you sat there sweaty, fucked out and panting.

"So... still under arrest?" Jim chuckled as you pulled yourself from his lap.

"Hmmm I think I need more evidence... if you catch my drift." You gave him a playful wink before kissing him a little more gently this time.

"If you wanted me to fuck you so bad all you had to was ask sugar.... would've said yes with no problem."

[hyp-fixator]

Yo.. Me and @yamodii-official wrote a lil somethin with Skydrone and Varcity (all of Yam's part will be in the chat text!)

TW! gun mention, blood, swearing, implied abuse (of sorts, I think)

"see the problem with glock is that he's stupider than the other children" he was only seven when he heard that "he is a liability because he's slow!" he was 16 then "you're only likeable when your drunk" 23 now here he was. standing above someone who'd treated him with the same respect as a bug. like someone without a shred of smarts. like an idiot. and now. Blackrock, Lost Temple, everyone had something to fear. he grabbed skydrone by his horns and brought him up to his face. making sky's eyes meet his. "can't dance your way out of this one eh?" he threw him down. sky let out a yelp similar to an injured dog as he hit the cold hard floor. Glockno- Varcity kicked sky straight in the ribs and then got down low "you go back to that shit hole and tell them i'm still kicking, capich?"

Coughing up his deep indigo blood onto the frigid, miserable stone beneath him, Skydrone looked up into the obsidian eyes of malice. Tearing his lazy gaze from the figure above, he searched for an exit. Legs aching with cramps from running from this monster, his eyes locked on the fuzzy wall, light seeping through the hallway turning off, painting it a cold marble white. It was multiple meters away from his current crippled position, but it was a spark of hope in this dimly lit concrete box of a storage facility. Massaging his now swollen ribcage, Sky rose himself to his knees, leaning on his scarred arm as he glared daggers up at Varcity. "And what kind of authority do you think you hold over me in order to demand something so foolish?" His injured grin leaked a smeared stream of his blood as he continued, "You're acting like a child on a deranged playground, claiming to own others and demanding them to follow orders that could kill them. You know nothing about the circumstances over at Blackrock, and deserve no knowledge about it's current status. You left. cut out of the circle. You aren't going to get any information, especially out of me, moron." Skydrone grinned. It's been awhile since he got caught, let alone beat up. It wasn't a good experience, but an exhilarating one after so much monotonous and successful work. Varcity's face twitched with irritation. A tough grimace shot across his face before his arm shot forwards, grabbing the tie of Sky and stopping an inch close before he ended up bashing Skydrone's skull in with his own forehead. Barking out the order again, Varcity's voice stabbed with irritation, the shiteating grin growing on Sky's face as he placed a calm hand on Varcity's face, pushing away the bulldog-man. "Ouugh. Looks like I struck a nerve, beastman?" Blast-injured arm sneaking behind his neck as he touched his bovine legs down on the cold concrete, a click resonated in the room, Sky dropping to the ground and scampering towards the light.

The bowtie lays in Varcity's rough grip.

it took him two seconds to react "too slow, try again" subspace would've said but Varcity was out for blood "GET BACK HERE YOU LITTLE SHIT" he roared "How DARE you call me a fucking DOG!?" he spat as he chased sky down those narrow, cold halls. gods, it had been a while since he ran, much less chased someone. he could remember those days. the small division in Blackrock that took children and shaped them into the perfect soldiers. they put trackers in them, made them train until they bled and formed the second best things after a biograft. "and time, Glock, you've failed" he blinked no, he wasn't there. he was chasing that fucking twink. and that's when he pulled out his glocks.

Hearing the loading click of those guns, forever engrained into his mind, Sky's eyes darted behind him. he knew damn well the slow fuck would resort to shooting him dead. A good spy never stops studying their opponent, afterall. Focusing his weak steps one after the other, he dashed towards the door, glancing behind himself and looking directly into the barrel of the gun pointed at his head. It didn't take much to summon a gear, but in such a difficult area, it's like opening an umbrella indoors. Turning around and jogging backwards Skydrone held his right arm infront of him. In a split second, the gun explodes. Cobalt Blue metal erupts from the barrel of the glock, knocking back Varcity as the drone wedges itself into the freezing ground. Jolting forwards from the eruption and the sudden stop, Varcity bashes his head against this massive platform, his own blood spraying from his now broken nose. Skydrone makes the last push to the fire exit door, slamming his body into the side and easing the door open, holding his left arm open to call back his drone. Shrinking back to pocket sized, the remnants of the glock drops to the ground as the drone whizzes back to it's owner through the small crack of the fire exit door, clicking shut instantly after.

"Fucking DAMMIT!" he screamed the orange copper tasteing ooze stained his shirt and seeped into his gloves Varcity slowly rose from the ground, letting his nose bleed as he picked up what remained of his glock. "no good soldier loses their gear" those cursed rules were ingraved in his mind, like the deep scar on his left arm, where fur would never grow again. he had clawed out the tracker with his bar claws, yet nothing hurt more than this. this bloody nose, this broken gear this- "failure" Varcity spun around to find himself in a memory "that drone fuck did this" he muttered as he entered an all to familier light blue room.

so many children, all in the same grey uniform. the only way to tell them apart was hair and horns. and thats how he found himself. alone. struggling to do even the simplest of test and puzzles. and of course, there was subspace "Glock, we dont accept failiure. just because you have your brute strength doesn't mean you don't need to use your brain" Glock just nodded his head and tried again the scene faded he was in his room. one wall was a flowing lava waterfall straight from the banlands everything else was just standered things, bed, nightstand, desk and chair, rug, shelves, and a trunk Varcity sat on the floor beside the bed where Glock sat "fuckin smartass skydrone" glock muttered as he placed a bag of ice on his thigh "maybe if you weren't so heavy and slow, you could've dodged that" Varcity wanted to say something, anything but before he could even breath,someone was pulling him out of the rubble.

[hwanghyunjinenthusiast]

Heavily inspired by Deep End. Uh probably the most toxic/unhealthy piece I've written so far so, fair warning. Also, Reader isn't a cheater (I would never). She's just casually seeing Seungmin.

Heads up: Lee Felix x Fem! Reader, mentions of Kim Seungmin x Fem! Reader, exes to sort of friends with benefits, Felix is unable to move on from Reader post-breakup, incredibly angsty, Felix is very self-deprecating in this, Sub! Felix, Dom! Reader, Mommy kink, dirty talk, nipple play (m. receiving), lots of begging on Felix's part, degradation (m. receiving), praise (m. receiving), biting (m. receiving), mild overstimulation (m. receiving), Possessive! Reader if you squint and handjob (m. receiving).

I will block you if you are a minor and/or have no easily visible indication of your age on your blog if you interact with me in any way.

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Felix felt like such a loser. No, scratch that. He was a loser.

The two of you had broken up 6 months ago now and yet here he is still plagued with thoughts and memories of nothing but, you. The way you used to hold him, that special smile only reserved for him, the first time he told you he loved you, everytime you kissed the very air from his lungs, the first time you two had sex. He can feel it all like it was yesterday.

You were the one who initiated the break up. It torn his heart apart. You just didn't love him the same way he loved you. You simply couldn't. You told him you still cared about him deeply but, that space would likely do the both of you immense good.

Felix is certain that if it wasn't for Jisung, Minho and Chris that he'd completely have fallen to pieces. They kept him sane.

It was still so fucking hard though. Especially since he's been hearing whispers of you and some new guy recently. Seungmin. Felix isn't proud of himself but, he looked up the man online on one of his lowest nights. He wishes he never had. He seemed put together and mature. The fact that he was handsome likely didn't hurt either. He thinks he gets what you see in him. What Felix could never give you. What he could never be for you.

Still, he can't help himself.

He gets out of his bed and begins to throw on some casual clothing. A familiar routine on nights such as ones like this. It's late. He knows it's late but, he has to see you. You've yet to turn him away any time he's shown up at your door unannounced so he hopes against hope that tonight isn't any different. He's already so delicate. He's not sure how he'd be able to handle rejection from you once again.

His heart is in his throat when he tentatively knocks on your door. This is stupid. It's so late. You could be busy. That Seungmin guy could be over and Felix might have just put you in an incredibly awkward situation.

He's so pathetic.

The racing of his heart is made so much worse when you answer. Your hair seems mused from sleep and you look a little confused, likely as to who had the audacity to be knocking at your door at this hour. Warmth floods his face when he takes notice of what you're wearing. The silk robe you have on is thin and barely passes your distracting thighs. He doesn't get why he's getting all shy and embarrassed. You both have seen each other naked numerous times.

"Felix? What're you doing here?"

Just hearing you say his name is enough to make his tongue feel like it lead in his mouth. It's been awhile since he's come to you like this so, he doesn't blame you for being confused.

"I- I couldn't sleep," is all his brain is able to offer. You understand though because of course you do. You can read him like the back of your hand. You move aside, an invitation to enter your apartment which he takes far more eagerly than he'd like to admit. Shutting the door behind you, you lead the way to your bedroom in silence and he follows behind you obediently. Determined to keep his gaze above your shoulder line as he does.

Even though it's been some time, both of you move seamlessly. He kicks off his shoes and socks and, shrugs off his jacket as you crawl back into your bed to wait for him to join you. Once again he forgets how to speak.

You've removed your robe.

Logically, it makes sense that you did. Who sleeps with a robe on? However, Felix is wildly unprepared for the sight of you in a tight-fitting sleeping gown. You've covered your bottom half with the blanket but, he can see the way it clings to your tits and your nipples as clear as day. He swallows before remembering how to walk and, making his way over to your bed and sliding in.

Felix doesn't even need to ask you. You move towards him and spoon him. Wrapping your arm around his waist and your leg around his hip. The silence that envelopes your bedroom is comfortable albeit a little tense with awkwardness. God, he misses when you two would fill the space with mundane, random conversation. You telling him about the bizarre dreams you had and him detailing a new recipe he wanted to try. Something harsh and painful grips his heart at the memories but, he's not going to cry infront of you. He's embarrassed himself enough.

"So, I heard you're seeing someone?" Felix resists the urge to cringe at the question that tumbles out of his mouth. So much for not embarrassing himself further in your presence.

You still behind him for a moment before relaxing and Felix is terrified that he ruined things once again. "Yeah, I've been talking to someone for a few weeks now. It's been mostly casual but, we've gone out a few times."

Bile rises to his throat.

Why is he surprised? He knew about the Seungmin guy. Hearing you confirm it just makes it sting just a little more, it seems.

"What about you? Been seeing anyone lately?"

How does he tell you that he that the last time he went on a date was with you all those months ago? That he still only wants you?

"No, still single as ever," he responds, trying to sound humorous and hoping you don't hear the crippling loneliness in his tone.

"I'm sure you'll find someone, Lixie. You make a great boyfriend," you say to him, giving him a squeeze.

The sincerity in your words makes his throat tighten. You genuinely mean all of that. You even called him by his pet name. He still wasn't great enough for you, though.

A barely whispered, "Thank you," is all he can manage at the risk of fully falling apart in your arms.

The silence feels the slightest bit less awkward and, Felix can appreciate that, if nothing else.

"Felix, could we cuddle another way? I'm kinda getting uncomfortable like this. Why don't you turn around to face me," you suggest nonchalantly.

Felix wonders if these nights that feel like a soothing balm for his shattered heart even mean anything to you. You seem so unaffected by him while he can barely manage to string coherent sentences together. Choosing to keep these thoughts to himself and not test what affection and time you readily give him, he turns around to face you.

God, you're still so beautiful that he forgets how to breathe for a second. You give him a delicate smile as you both settle into your new position, arms wrapping around each other and legs tangled in such a way that he struggles to tell where he stops and you start.

The only issue with this new position is that Felix can see and feel much more of you than before and, his body is starting to react without his consent. He hopes that you can't tell how red his face is right now. He's so fucking pathetic. How old is he? 13? Getting hard from cuddling with a stunning woman.

You're not just any woman though and, Felix knows that. His body likely knows that, too. Your mere proximity is enough to render him defenceless. Still, he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable or have you think that he just came over to have sex. He's not going to lie to himself and say he wouldn't readily jump at the opportunity, but that's not the reason he sought you out tonight.

Felix knows the exact moment you feel him because you immediately tense in his arms. An apology is on the tip of his tongue but, you beat him to the punch, "Are you...hard?"

He's never felt more mortified in his entire life. He's certain of that.

"Yea-Yeah, sorry," he mutters, studiously focusing his eyes over your shoulder.

"Why? We're not even doing anything?" The genuine confusion in your voice makes Felix shut his eyes in a grimace. He knew he was reacting no better than a teenager but, he didn't need you to vocalise it.

"Shit, I'm sorry, Lix. I didn't mean to embarrass you. I know sometimes bodies just react. I wasn't thinking when I asked," you say, sounding immensely remorseful. You never made him feel embarrassed or ashamed about anything. Felix knew that his thoughts were mostly self-inflicted. During your relationship and even now as you two lay here, you've always been nothing but, unconditionally kind to him.

That's part of the reason why he's so irrevocably inlove with you.

"It's okay. Yeah, it just kinda happened. It's been awhile for me so, I think my body just reacted to you being so close to me," he word vomits out to you. Wishing he could swallow the words as soon as they leave his mouth. You didn't need to know that hasn't been with anyone since the last time you two were here like this. He hasn't been with anyone else since he met you.

"Oh. Well, then it makes sense why you'd react the way you did. Why's it been awhile for you? Noone caught the eye of the elusive Lee Felix?" You joke, sending him a good natured smile to assure him you're only kidding.

How does he even begin to tell you that hasn't even entertained the idea of seeing, let alone sleeping with, anyone else? Anytime the desire to jerk off arose, his mind happily supplied him with memories of having his head squeezed by your thighs or you riding him until he'd been reduced to tears from the overstimulation. He didn't want anyone or anything else. He just couldn't.

"It's not like that. I just haven't been interested in seeking anyone out for stuff like that," he responds with a tone he hopes is neutral and believable. Your face shifts to a more pensive expression. He remembers you'd usually have that look when you were hyping yourself up to say something.

"You don't have to answer this is if you don't want to and I don't mean to intrude but, why?"

"I'm just not interested in anyone else that way. I don't want to do that with anyone else."

Your startled expression makes him think perhaps he's said too much but, he's so hard and he still fucking loves you and is maybe not thinking the straightest.

"May I kiss you?" He asks breathlessly.

If he wasn't so high strung right now, Felix would find it comical how you managed to look even more surprised by his request. He is, however, too distracted with the way your lips part and the feeling of your nipples pressed against him, even through your respective clothing.

"Felix, I don't know. I don't want to hurt you or take advantage of you. You know I can't love you in the ways you want me to," you say softly. He can feel your hands shaking where they hold him.

Felix has never been one for self-preservation anyways.

"I asked you. You're not taking advantage of me. I know what this is if we decide to go ahead with it," he responds and prays to whoever is listening that you think the shakiness in his voice is due to how much he wants you. Which is technically not a lie.

You bite your lip is contemplation then and he's thoroughly distracted all over again. Desperately trying to not press his hips against you in search of some relief.

"Okay," you say so quietly that Felix barely catches it before your mouth is on his.

Not that he's complaining but, Felix is caught completely off guard by how ferociously you kiss him. It's like you're trying to eat him alive. One of your hands moves to grab a fistful of his hair, the sharp sting he feels makes him moan into your mouth and grind his cock against you.

He tries not to flush too hard when he feels you smirk against him. You're always so kind and sweet outside of the bedroom that it still sometimes gives him whiplash how different your were during sex. However, Felix was more than happy to do whatever you ordered him to. He just wanted to be good for you.

"Still as needy as always, Lixie," you mutter against his lips when you two separate for air.

"I-I did say it's b-been awhile," he responds a little defensively, avoiding your gaze all the while.

"I'm not insulting you. It's cute. You're cute. I think it's adorable how much of a slut you are. Getting hard from just cuddling? Very cute," you say with clear amusement colouring your tone as you begin to kiss along his jaw and neck.

Embarrassment and arousal twist almost painfully in his gut at your words. All of them shooting straight to his cock, pre-cum smearing his boxers.

"I-I'm your s-slut. Only a s-slut for you," he whines out, shuddering as you kiss and lick and nibble along his neck.

You still at his words and Felix is worried once again that he fucked everything up. However, when he looks down to meet your gaze you look almost..feral. Before he can even process what's happening, you hastily shove your blanket off of the two of you and grip his jaw harshly, your nails digging into his skin, kissing him heatedly once more.

This. This is part of what he missed about being with you. You just got him. You never made him feel less than for his desires. If anything, you encouraged him to be the best possible boy for you.

Your mouth is back on his throat in an instant. Lavishing it with kisses and licks and soft bites once more and, Felix thinks he might lose his mind from your mouth on his neck alone. He tries his best not to shudder too obviously when your hand teases the hem of his shirt. "Still such a sensitive boy huh, Lixie," you muse against his skin as your hand reaches beneath his shirt to draw light patterns with your nails across his abdomen.

At that, he can't help the whine that forces itself out of his throat, his hips jolting up slightly in search of anyway to ease to throbbing of his cock. It's made worse when your hand reaches one of his nipples, barely applying any pressure to it as you brush it.

"Fu-Fuck, please. Please touch me, Mommy. I'll be go-good. It just hurts," he finally begs, his pride and ego aren't nearly big enough for him to be above grovelling for his release and for you to touch him properly.

Felix thinks something snaps in you then.

Your hands impatiently tug at his shirt and he eagerly helps you take it off of him. You look like you want to eat him alive. Like you want to ruin him. He would willingly let you.

You pounce on him then. Taking one of his sensitive nipples into your mouth while your hand reaches up to tug and pinch at the other. Felix couldn't keep his moans and whines down if he tried. Vaguely, he wonders if it's possible for him to cum like this but, you haven't given him permission yet so, he'd rather not entertain the idea. He didn't want to upset you.

His boxers are sticky and cling to him almost uncomfortably now but, he can't bring himself to care as your teeth graze his nipple and send him further into a frenzy. "Mommy," is all his hazy mind is able to conjure up.

You kiss your way up to his throat once more, your hand now dragging downwards towards the waistband of his sweats. Felix is torn between begging once more to finally feel your touch bare on his skin and, letting you do whatever you pleased. Luckily for him, you seem to want exactly what he does as you hastily tug his boxers and sweats down his thighs. He doesn't miss the way your thighs rub together out of the corner of his eye and, his cock jumps at the thought of you being just as into this as he is, how wet you probably were, how much you wanted to sit on his dick right now.

"My easily excitable babyboy," you coo against his throat, your index finger slowly dragging across his tip. Felix doesn't fight the shudder then, hips jolting up towards your hand. His face warm as he watches you touch him, "Mommy please touch me. I'm so hard for you it hurts."

"In due time, baby. It's been awhile, no? I miss playing with my favourite toy," you respond with an amused edge to your voice. He grits his teeth when your finger moves to drag from the base of his cock to the tip this time, glistening with his pre-cum.

Felix can't help the way his cock throbs and heart rate tick up at you calling him your favourite toy. You've always been good at reading him, and he's sure you notice how your words affect him.

He tries his best not to fuck up into your hand when you do finally wrap it around his cock firmly. However, moans and whines spill from his mouth freely. He can't help himself.

"You're so fucking cute. My cute, little slut," you moan against his neck, peppering the skin there with bites and kisses as your hand strokes him incredibly slowly. Both of you know that's not enough to get him to cum but, it's better than nothing as far as Felix is concerned.

"Yea-Yeah Mommy, I-I'm your cute sl-slut," he keens in response, feeling as though the air has been sucked from his lungs when bite down particularly hard on his neck and increase the speed of your hand.

"Are you going to cum for me? Gonna cum just from fucking my hand? Such a desperate boy," you coo breathlessly, making sure to grip him tightly and maintaining the pace you know will leave him in shambles.

His orgasm hits him like a punch to the gut.

He's bucking up into your hand and, his moans are whiney and high-pitched as you continue to stroke him through it. In the fog of his mind, Felix can distantly hear you calling him a good boy and saying how well he's doing for you. As much as he'd love to revel in your praise and affection, your continued stroking is sending him fast into overstimulation territory.

"Ah, Mommy t-too much," he heaves out, attempting to shift his softening cock away from you.

You give him one final stroke before deciding to let him catch his breath. He feels more warm and content than he's felt in longer than he cares to admit. Fatigue causing him to shut his eyes briefly while you shift around from what he's able to hear.

His eyes startle open when he feels you gently rubbing his cum off of his stomach and thighs, your face set in concentration as you do so.

Felix bites back the 'I love you' that rests on the tip of his tongue.

"There, all clean. Do you want anything? Are you okay?" You ask him once you've disposed of the wipes you were using. Your face showing nothing other than concern and affection for him.

"No, I'm okay. Um, thank you," he responds, feeling shy for some reason. As if this is something new for the two of you. Fortunately, you don't press him and move to cuddle him once more. Felix welcomes it. He'll always welcome your affection.

It's in the somewhat comfortable silence that you two find yourselves in that a thought crosses his mind, "Wait, what about you? You didn't cum yet."

"Oh, you don't have to do anything you don't want to. I'm okay,"

"I want to though. I love being the one who makes you cum. I love watching you cum," Felix says in a tone that's perhaps the slightest bit too honest and vulnerable.

You seem to be taken aback by his candidness if the tensing of your body is anything to go by.

He really is the master of putting his foot in his mouth, hey.

"Okay but, only if you're sure,"

Well, maybe putting his foot in his mouth isn't always such a negative thing.

[heartsoulspiritelite]

MJF x Adam Cole

summary-

Soulmates were a weird thing, Max didn't even think they existed

For the longest time Max was convinced he'd never meet his. Nobody liked him, Nobody trusted him and he just felt like nobody liked or understood him. That was until he was partnered with the person who changed his life forever.

Adam Cole.

Soulmates

Soulmates were a weird thing. Max didn't think they even existed- i mean it was a stupid term with a stupid meaning.

For the longest time Max was convinced he'd never meet his soulmate. Nobody liked him, Nobody trusted him and he just felt like nobody understood him. That was until he was partnered with the person who changed his life forever.

Adam Cole.

When Cole and Friedman became the tag team 'Better than you Bay Bay' Max became the happiest he has been in a long time. He knew Adam wasn't very fond of him obviously in the beginning. But now things feel different its been awhile and they've been working together quite a bit. Max thinks Adam actually likes him now and that thought warms his heart in a weird way.

Max was sitting in his locker room sitting on the bench scrolling through his phone until the door infront of burts open with a disheveled and heart-broken Adam walking in.

"Max what did i do wrong?, why do i keep screwing things up!" Adam asks teary eyed

"Buddy whats wrong what happened?"  Max questioned going into protective mode

"Britt fucking left me Max" He explains frusterated

MJF watches Adam slide down the wall by the door until he was sitting on the floor staring at Max desperately.

"W-what?" Says in a state shock

"I know, i dont know what the hell i did wrong! She never seemed upset with me i don't what happened.. Max im a good person aren't i? Why are Britt and Roddy mad at me?" He whines shoving his face into the palm of his hands.

"Im so sorry, You are a fucking amazing person, you've helped me so much man and honestly i think that might be the problem.. Im sorry, you know they don't like me. i never mean't to cause all of this"

Adam's head snaps up at this

"Max if you 're implying that i stop hanging out with you, that aint gonna happen no matter how hard you try" He states

"Why not you never liked me before why can't it go back to that?"

Adam stands up and walks over to Max until he is stood infront of him

"You know i never believed all the things people said about you. I always knew deep down you were actually a good person."

Max just stares at him a little confused

"I was just mad because i wanted your damn title. I wanted to prove to people that i was still something." He continues while staring Max in the eyes with a serious look on his face

"I know we lost the championship match and i know we're going to fight at All In but i dont care. We are going to continue being friends no matter what you or anybody else says. You snuck into my heart max i cant just let you go" He finishes

Adam looks away and sighs while Max blushes trying to hide a smile. Nobody has ever cared this much for him before so its weird, hes not used to it but it makes him feel warm inside.

"Adam you know you're my bestfriend right. But you can't sacrifice your friends and girlfriend who you knew longer than you knew me just so we can still be friends, i wont let you" He says sadly standing up about to leave the room

All of this was very out of character for MJF.

"Max please, I dont need them alright. I need you, I need you so bad" He pleads following Maxwell

This was also pretty out of character for Adam Cole Bay Bay.

Max freezes and turns around slowly. Theres no way?!..

"You need what?.." He asks unsure

"You." he states teary eyed

"Its always been you. i tried to stop it but i couldn't , i tried so hard Ma-" He gets cut off by Max's lips on his.

Adam's arms immediately go to Max's neck while Max deepens the kiss, wrapping his arms around Adam's back.

Max taps adam waists twice to tell him to jump.

So he does and wraps his legs around Max's waist while smiling into the kiss.

Max lightly breaks apart the kiss. "You dont know how long i've wanted his" He pants catching his breath

Adam reconnects their lips grabbing on to Max's short curly hair while Max runs his hands in Adams hair.

"you're coming back to the hotel with me and we're going to take a nice shower talk this out alright, i dont want to rush anything. Im not messing anything up" He informs the man in his arms.

Adam nods putting his head onto max's shoulder and gives him little kisses.

"Okay" he whispers

You know what.

Maybe soulmates do exist.

~Cross-posted on Wattpad & Ao3~

[thessalian]

Thess vs The Hunt

And lastly before bed, we did some exploration and, as the song goes, A Few Of My Favourite Things.

Right, I know, there's a rebel camp, I should look at that, but I want the points surrounding first. Lemme just have a quick look around, see if there's anything worth hunting.

Y'know what? I miss when the nasty poisonous areas just went away after you shot things in them. I struggle to harvest this way! Any searching for green shiny is going to have to wait--

...The fuck is that thing? And how am I supposed to climb to it? The fuck now? Look, I'll come back later when there's a little less bullshit, okay? Though I'm going to be stepping in blight no matter what.

Oh for-- MORE FIREGLEAM? When can I blow that shit up already?

Right, I clearly can't take a side route to the rebel camp, so I'll just... Wait. Wait that says "Unknown Clawstrider Grounds". That says Clawstrider. I NEED THOSE BITS LET'S GO.

IT'S THE DILOPHOSAURS! YEEEEEES! Though I'm not really getting close enough to appreciate them at this point. Maybe when I can ride one.

I shot its tail clean off yeeeeeeeeeeeeees!

Right. A little more upgrade to this spiffy armour and ... y'know what? Why not? I know it needs some more upgrades but I'll make it work. Now lemme grab a few more campfires.

Sooooooooo ... half these campfires are being used by rebels. Okay, I guess that makes a little more sense than having them be Randomly Out There Because Reasons. Anyway. Time to brush up on head shots.

Ah, perimeter guards. I have a friendly patch of grass, and I have a sharpshot bow. Rider, then Charger. Repeat once for second Charger. And ... Guard One on battlement ... and Guard Two on battlement. And apparently no one noticed that their sentries dropped dead. Okay, now a way in.

This river does not go in the ways rivers usually go. But fuck it, I'm in now.

One thing I really love about picking off these settlements is shooting several guards in the face from hiding and them freaking out about where the hell the arrows are coming from--

Oop. They're shooting at my patch of grass, I'd better move for awhile. Just skirt around for the opposite side's patch of grass briefly. Line of sight rocks.

And ... wait. That last one is just ... not panicking anymore. Did she think I just ... shot almost everyone and left? Welp, sorry-not-sorry, arrow to your faaaaaaaaaace.

...There's a prisoner. There's a prisoner. Dude, why are you following me? You could just ... like ... run! I'm about to get into a fight with the leader!

Or ... you could just follow me because you're made of trauma. Okay fine. Just ... try to keep up.

Okay ... sir? That Blaze needs to be blown up and you are standing right in front of me. When I said "try to keep up", I didn't think I had to add "do not get in my way"!

BOOOOOOOOOM. Hee. That never gets old.

Right. Leader-time. Drawbridge down, and ... two guards. One, two; done. Now the leader.

...Hey ... rebel leader dude, sir? You've been listening to your underlings yelling and then dying, and you heard a massive explosion, and you saw your two bodyguards get shot and ... you're ... still just sitting on your throne? Do ... I ... need to approach for a cutscene or--?

Well. That didn't kick this party off. Doesn't even seem to notice me. Okay. Fine. ARROW IN YOUR FACE.

Oh, and now you acknowledge my presence. And thanks for moving your shield out of your own way. That's nice. *POONK* arrow to the face again.

That's done; what's in the shiny crate? ...More armour. I mean, great for a trapper, I'm sure, but not really my jam.

Now, back to a shelter and see if I can upgrade anything but the trapper armour. ...Not yet, but I need more bits from Clawstriders. Good thing I picked a shelter close to their hunting grounds. I know what I'm doing tomorroooooooooow...

Yes, I know I have to go back to work tomorrow. But there's evening, and I often play for about a half-hour in the morning just to kick things into high gear. The bonuses of working from home. Seems like a perfectly good time to take down a couple of more Clawstriders for parts.

[sm-baby]

Okay okay SO. First of all one of my best friends from back home showed me THIS FUCKING WEBSITE https://www.fantasytowngenerator.com/ it makes the most goddamn in depth maps like I made the capital city of axtia (what i renamed Zeus) and it generated 10,003 individual npcs for me so I've just been messing around with that right

Also. You may not be familiar with the changeling race in DnD, I'll link their page if you care Changeling - DND 5th Edition (wikidot.com) but basically they have the power to shapechange into anyone they want and they're my little blorbos and I love them. So of course I'm having changelings be a decently important race in Osira (continent name), they're widely feared because they're connected to the fae and also they do literally steal babies - changeling mothers have this instinctual urge to swap their newborn with a newborn of another race, some manage to resist but Not All. and when a changeling's been put in the place of another child they instinctively take the form of that child and hold it until their 15th birthday at which point they revert to their true form and that's also usually when they and their family find out they're a changeling. and usually they get kicked out. (this is all my worldbuilding btw this is not canon in dnd) so yeah I've got a changeling npc named Jessamin (true name Jex) and she's totally not a self insert and she's my favorite

Remember how I said I added two more gods? Yeah I did that. The Hunter used to be a human until she died leading a revolt against Axtia because oh yeah axtia is like not good and she was given immortality by the other god the Watcher who was tired of Axtia's antics. The Hunter trained for like several hundred years and then nearly succeeded in killing Axtia's avatar at which point Axtia was like oh shit she's like kind of a problem. Remember the Chasm? The big Texas-sized hole in the ground that causes a lot of fae-related issues? Yeah Axtia created the Chasm to imprison the Hunter 1 or 2 thousand years before the present day. So the party's objective will be to free the Hunter from the prison in the center of the Chasm and she will then proceed to do her damndest to kill Axtia and like half the other gods who are also not chill. The Watcher's mostly along for the ride, they've been keeping the Hunter up to date on everything that's been going on for as long as she's been locked up. It's forbidden to worship those two, not least because Axtia and the others would very much like people to not know they exist, but they have a decent underground following among mostly elves, tieflings, and changelings.

Let me know if you want any more information. I'm getting back into my "smbaby dnd campaign" hyperfixation, they are my skrunklies and i will gladly talk about them

ITS BEEN AWHILE SINCE YOU SENT THIS SO YOU'VE PROBABLY ALREADY BEEN OUT OF THE FIXATION BY NOW BUT I'VE BEEN RATING THE FOLDER AND I JUST GOT BACK INTO IT AND I JUST FULLY PROCESSED THIS ASK HHH

LORRREEEE

AXTIA AND THE OTHER LEADERS ARE BADDIES, SHE MADE THE CHASM??? AND DECIDED TO RUN AWAY FROM IT?? BITTTCHHH

Also once again I am reading the folder and i fucking LOVE how much attention of detail you give. They're all so accurate even on ones i just mention! You do so well!!

Like Sheldon faking his death has been on old mention, only now have I been eager to explore it!! BUT YOUVE HAD LEONARDO GRIEVE OVER IT FOR THE LONGEST TIME!!

Also Flint's just spark joy I like how you quote them <3

Also im so sorry this one just caught me off guard

i don't know if bang is one of those surprisingly formal words but this one just tossed me across the room

ALSO JESSAMIN I AM LOOKING FOR THEIR FOLDER AS WE SPEAK SJSNNDNW

[traumasurvivorshelpingsurvivors]

tw verbal abuse

not to sound like a redditer but i need some help figuring out if i'm an asshole? or if i'd be an asshole, if i acted on my feelings, i suppose. (you can call me raine)

my dad was verbally abusive to me and several of my siblings on/off for awhile. over a year. and it was something he'd been building toward for awhile. he'd been doing some of the verbally abusive shit to me on/off for a couple years, but it was small enough incidents i didn't really put it together as anything more than him just...being him bc both my parents would brush it off as it just being part of who he was and it being "a joke" or me "provoking" him. but then it got bad. like really bad. it was constant and very very focused in on me. he did it to other siblings as well but mostly me and it was every time he saw me, he would have something to say and it didn't matter who was in the room-my mom would be in the room and say jackshit. the most consequences he ever got for it was my mom lightly saying "be nice" or me telling him to mind his business and leave me alone before i stormed off.

but then it stopped. mostly. that's mostly bc i started cutting him off but the thing is, awhile later, after he stopped, he just started pretending nothing happened. like we were friends again. and that fucked me up a lot-like we used to be really close, he was like my hero growing up, and i was just so fucking confused i let him pretend. he got that spot back in my life. but now that im starting to actually process what he did to me...i don't want him around me. i want him to fuck off. i don't want him pretending he did nothing to me! im still so pissed and so hurt over what he did and the fact he just wants to pretend he never fucking did it and not apologize after all he did. and he could do it again, just as easy, and no one would do anything! my mom would STILL do jackshit and im pissed at her too!

i just. i feel like bc they're both pretending nothing happened i should too. and that it would be mean of me to draw back and put space between us when technically, its been awhile since he was actually mean to me. like, shouldn't i just forgive and forget at this point instead of rehashing old bullshit? i dunno. so. yeah. help? i'd really appreciate ANY thoughts on this, cause, seriously, i'm lost. i just feel like im such an ass being upset when my mom and dad have moved on but. i dunno. he was my hero and he fucking tore me to shreds. and now he's living the same life he was before and i still feel like i'm broken. how am i just supposed to ignore that?

Hi Raine,

I'm so sorry about what you've been through. It's important to remember that your feelings are valid, and it's okay to have complex emotions about the situation.

Please know that your feelings are valid, and it is okay if you don't want to be around him anymore. It's okay to create some distance and establish boundaries. This doesn't mean you have to completely cut him out of your life, but setting limits and protecting yourself from further harm is important. Just because he's seemingly moved on from his behavior doesn't mean you have to. You deserve to have your pain acknowledged. You are NTA and you don't have to forgive him.

If you can access or afford it, a mental health professional such as a therapist can provide a safe space for you to explore your emotions, process the trauma, and help you navigate your relationships. They can also assist you in developing healthy coping strategies and guide you through the healing process.

Please know that healing is a process done at your own pace. Just because others may appear to have moved on doesn't mean you have to follow the same timeline. It's crucial to listen to your own needs, even if it means creating some distance from your dad and seeking support.

I hope I could help, and please let us know if you need anything.

-Bun

[sol-rambles]

here we go, all the ls shit in this notebook :3

Kazam Notes From Guide Dog Stream.

Kab literally cries to zam about clown 3:54:06

KAB: You're like the one person that hasn't [done something wrong.]

Shock! Horror! OMG! (I have no clue what I meant by this.)

Probably just a slip up but accidentally says zam instead of clown 3:54:43 ; Already replacing clown with zam.

Zam comforts kab at the outlook for awhile.

Kab realises all was for naught with clown, he's been betraying since week 1.

ZAM: I will never betray you, no matter what, okay? (tehe)

Zam offers communication!

KAB: Red was so fucking right about this server... Kill or be killed.

ZAM: Clown? Because he loves violence, more than anything.

KAB: I'm a sheep Zam... I follow people I need them.

4:06:37 Talking about focus betrayal.

KAB: I get what I did I was an asshole for months, but what did you do?

Jokerzam plinking in the corner. (joking :3)

4:09:08 Kab gets frustrated about everything.

ZAM: Idon'tknow people just kinda do things on this server for power Idon'tknow.

Girl you know you've done this before.

KAB: Power? POWER? That's why they do this they want Power??

You are on lifesteal girlie ofc they want Power.

KAB: Power is temporary and it crumbles nothing ever fucking lasts

KAB: The scars will though....

ZAM: Eventually... Ugh yeah...

Someone remembered the scar on his eye :3.

4:13:02 Leave for Consequences arc bunker.

4:14:45 Reach bunker and start talking about Red betrayal.

In the Red room Kab leaves a flower on his grave to respect him finally though he is gone. Grave says KARMA killed him.

4:18:10 Kab finds out Flame is happy wemmbu is gone. Shock! Horror! OMG! 2.0

4:19:26 Enter clown room in consequences bunker.

Kab talks about a flower there for clown to collect she could trust him again. Its a red poppy, she takes the flower back.

KAB: He doesn't deserve it [the flower] anymore though.

KAB: Clown is essentially banned to me now.

KAB: Thank you [Zam] for being the only person on this server with a heart.

4:23:34 Zam is defending minute!!! Also leaving consequences bunker.

Minute cares as much as Zam about ls, god kab has 0 faith in the empire or devotions. Kab just keeps shutting down anything positive about minute since she has a personal vendetta against him. Zam trusts him alot.

Kab understands that lifestealers will almost always chase power over anything else even if they know it will not last.

Kab keeps saying "except you and me" and putting herself and Zam on a pedestal in her head. Why should they care is power is fleeting as long as they can have power they'll want it 4:25:14.

KAB: Rich get richer, that's how this fucking server works.

LMAO.

[pleasantspark]

Little Kuriza - Chapter Three (Mama's Boy) Frieza x Saiyan! OC (Orion) + Kuriza Genre: Action, Adventure, Romance(?), Thriller Tropes: Part of the Little Kuriza Series. Warnings: Smut/Suggestive Content AUs Utilized: Overhaul AU

"You've been gaining a lot of weight..." Commented the Voice of the Elite Soldier of Frieza, Zarbon. Orion's eyes turned to face the male and she could see a hint of disgust in his eyes. Orion rolled her eyes.

"I just, had a bunch of pancakes." She dismisses.

"Yeah, you really must love pancakes, huh?" Zarbon asked sarcastically before flipping his hair off his shoulder and walking away.

"Asshole, just because something doesn't fall within your idea on what counts as beauty doesn't mean I will follow this halfassed standard." Orion snaps.

Zarbon chuckles. "Believe me, if I want to be lectured by a fat cow, I would either ask Dodoria or Berryblue, you're just incapable of saying no."

Orion tried to open her mouth for a argument but found Zarbon to have walked out.

Fucking pompous prick.

Orion went to the scale and sighed, she wondered for awhile about her weight, the comments and making fun of has gone too far, Zarbon occasionally kept talking behind her back, and she's been self concious, so she invested in a scale, she also cut back on the urge to eat. But with her Saiyan Roots and somehow needing to eat more and more. With the urge to eat far more.

She was starting to feel a little nervous. She was scared she would be fatter than her usual weight. And that Frieza would think she was too ugly for him. She went on the scale and took a deep breath. Once she heard the beep, she braced herself and looked down.

180lbs.

That was far much, 15 pounds more? She cut back last we-

She felt lightheaded, and nearly broke the counter from how hard she was clenching it. She felt nauseous these past few weeks after her time with Frieza and couldn't figure out the cause.

She was probably catching some STD...

Why would the STD make her fat, dizzy and-

She lurches forward vomiting in the toilet. Groaning. Her hands shake as she felt nauseous.

"Shit..."

Was she pregnant?

She couldn't possibly be pregnant. She tried to be as careful as possible but it wasn't enough apparently... She couldn't be so sure if she was pregnant. She needed to take a test.

She sobbed, she looked at the pregnancy test. She was pregnant. She couldn't believe this. Orion was scared. What was she going to tell Frieza? She didn't know what she was going to tell him. She didn't want anything to do with Frieza anymore. She was scared.

She wiped away her tears and gets up. She was going to tell Frieza that she didn't want to be with him at all. She shuddered. Yeah, she'll tell Frieza, she will.

Kuriza sat down on the couch after watching a fifth show, he was so bored. He found his auburn eyes wandering towards the door and oftentimes he told himself not to disobey his mothers wishes, and he would.

But was it really too bad to peek?

Curiosity is a Temptation and Temptation is a sin.

But damn, sin is hard to resist.

He heard footsteps approach and the sound of swearing and he immediately got up and ran instinctively in the closet nearby, he noticed from the crack of the closet that the door opened and a figure that looked similar to him. His eyes followed the male.

"Shit, why is she avoiding me... Maybe I can see if there's something this stupid monkey is hiding." The male walked around the room observing the room, he picked up some objects and some... of his stuff. He noticed how the male's features matched his own, and how he effortlessly narrowed his eyes the way he did when inspecting things.

"I didn't know this monkey was interested in pathetic science things..." He scoffs, Kuriza took offense to that as he found science to be the greatest thing to be ever made.

The male walked up to the fridge where most of his drawings were displayed on. "Drawings that were made by a child? Does she have a child? Does she have my child? If so, why didn't she tell me... That monkey..." He snaps.

Kuriza found himself not liking this man already, he didn't find the fact of this man potentially being his father even good either, he's calling his mother a monkey and disrespecting his hobbies as well. He wanted nothing more to yell at him, to snap at him and tell him off, but he wanted to listen to his mother.

After awhile the male searched all throughout the suite and came up empty handed. He huffs. "She might just be watching a kid, no signs of kids here."

He then left the room, once he was sure the man was gone, Kuriza emerges from the closet... Completely scared. He knew he had to confront his mother now. There was a chance this man was his father and he was not risking any lies.

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[cowboycakes]

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠-𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝 𝐄𝐫𝐞𝐧 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐯𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫...

Pairing: eren jaeger x reader

Warnings: 18+ ONLY, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT OR FOLLOW. smut. fem bodied reader. use of vibrator/dildo. fingering, eating out, teasing/embarrassment, begging, praise, use of “baby.” sorta mean dominant eren and nervous subby reader. mentions of drinking (no alcohol use.) unedited.

WC: 2k

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You can hear the music become muffled as you and Eren walk further and further from the party and closer to your bedroom door. All your guests insisted on playing some drinking game that required a deck of cards.

"Cards should be in the bottom drawer of my night stand," you say to Eren, turning the doorknob to reveal your dimly lit bedroom.

Eren fixes the loose bun in his hair as he crosses the room to the nightstand. You trail after him and take a seat at the foot of your bed, quietly thanking yourself for tidying up in here the night before.

“Sure you wanna play?” Eren teases, “I might end up kicking your ass just like last time.”

You scoff at him, but you can’t help but smile.

Eren’s the kind of friend who enjoys teasing you, he gets a kick out of it. You play along - not because you enjoy his game, but because it nearly feels like flirting. It gets the butterflies jostling around in your stomach without threatening the nature of your friendship.

“Guess we’ll just have to see then, huh?” you reply, coming off sarcastic. He laughs at you through his nose before turning towards your nightstand.

He opens the bottom drawer and lets his lanky fingers rummage through it.

However, it’s sure taking him awhile to find the cards-

Fuck. The cards are not in the bottom drawer.

You freeze. You want to crawl out of your skin. Your hand involuntarily balls up a fistful of your sheets. Before you can correct yourself, he's already found the one thing hiding in your bedroom that you wouldn't want a single soul to find. Especially not the guy you've been trying your best to keep things platonic with for years.

"What the hell is this?" he breathes. You can't tell if he's on the verge of laughing or if he's in complete disgust and disbelief.

You look over in horror. There he is - standing in front of your nightstand with your vibrator in his hands.

But to your surprise, he's certainly not acting disgusted by it, he's not holding it with only two fingers or scrunching up his face at it.

He's intrigued.

His eyes are wide and his mouth is open with a smile manifesting from one corner of it. He turns the vibrator around in his hands - the vibrator you've buried in your pussy every night for... who knows how long - as he observes all of its little curves and ridges.

And who's name do you moan when you bury your face into your pillow, rip your hands at your sheets, and cum onto that vibrator?

Eren's.

"Oh my god... Eren- put that down!" you yell.

You jump up and rush to reach for it, but he's quick to move it up and away from you, just out of your grasp.

Fuck, you've never been this embarrassed in your life. Eren stumbling upon this toy of yours wouldn't be so bad if you didn't use it while picturing his face in your mind, making pretty sounds you think he'd like, pretending it was his cock that was making you feel so good. That vibrator is your only outlet for all the feelings you have for Eren. You feel guilty, and filthy. Your face and ears feel like they're on fire. You lock eyes with him in an attempt to plead with him.

He's smirking at you.

"Eren! What the hell!" you whine. "Please, give it back!"

He chuckles, keeping his eyes locked on yours.

You're practically climbing on him now as he continues to back up and away from you, waving the vibrator around in the air so you can't get your hands on it. He presses a hand into your nightstand and bends his knees to avoid tumbling backwards and knocking everything off the tabletop.

"I’ll give it back if you tell me what it is," he teases.

"Eren... don't fucking play dumb right now!" you plead.

He moves his hand to hide the vibrator behind his lower back instead. You lean closer into him and tug at his arm.

“Eren! Come on-“

Then, the position you're in right now hits you. He's bent his knees, sitting down on the edge of your nightstand as you stand in between his legs. You're nearly flush with his chest. You're close enough to his face to hear him breathing. And he's breathing hard.

He's loving this. That stupid, desperate look on your face is making him tick. Look at you, you're so pissed off you could cry. Him finding this toy wouldn't be such a big deal unless you associated this toy with him, and he knows it.

He pulls the vibrator out from behind his back with the hand opposite the one you were clawing at. He dangles the vibrator beside his face, swinging it back and forth with two fingers while he keeps an eye on your desperate face.

"How's it work?" he asks. You know he’s not really curious. Not with those narrowed eyes and that sadistic grin spread across his face.

You feel arousal wind up in your lower stomach at his question. He knows how it works, which means he must be imagining how you use it. He's envisioning you stretching yourself out as you shove it inside of you, when you're splayed out on your bed and all alone, with no one to please you but yourself.

"You-“ you swallow, “you just-“ you whine as you reach for the vibrator cautiously, pushing the power button. It whirrs in his hand as its little engine starts up and begins to pulsate.

"Nope. Not what I meant," he hisses.

He leans his face close to your ear, so close you can feel his lips brush up against your skin.

"I wanna see where it goes..." he whispers.

You inhale sharply when he says it, feeling blood and sensitivity pool between your legs. Whatever arousal that was winding up in your lower stomach a second ago was ready to snap now.

"W-what do you-" you start.

You feel Eren put his vacant hand at the small of your back.

"I want… to fuck you…” he whispers with his lips on your ear, pulling you in closer to his chest with a firm hand on your back.

You hear his fist clasp around the vibrator that still whirs in his hand, changing the pitch of the vibrations as he strangles it,

“… with this stupid fucking toy.”

Your hands want to shake. Your legs are useless. You can’t help but grab Eren’s arm with a sweaty hand.

"You want t’ fuck me with it?”

"Mmhmm,” he finishes.

You stutter a bit as you stare at the wall behind him, letting his lips rest gently on your ear as he waits for your response.

“Fuck- okay…” is the only response you can cough up out of your disbelief.

The smirk on his face widens.

You feel his hips push against yours as he stands up slowly. You back away from him, looking at the vibrator that’s still clutched in his hand.

“But we’ve gotta be quiet… and… there’s people in the other room…” you ramble.

Eren guides you to the side of your bed, letting you ease down onto it and scoot away from the edge a bit. He spreads your legs slightly with his free hand, enough so he can push his hips between your legs and let the front of his thighs meet your comforter.

“I don’t care about that,” he’s firm when he says it. “Show me.”

He stares between your legs, then looks back up at you with narrowed eyes. You swear that look is what snaps your winding arousal, intensifying the warm and wet feelings Eren has created between your legs.

You slip your fingers under the waist of your pants, lifting your butt up slightly off of the bed in order to slide them down your thighs.

“There you go…” Eren continues.

You kick your pants off quickly, leaving you in your shirt and underwear.

Eren’s eyes fixate on those skimpy panties you have on tonight. He lets a hand come down to touch your bare thigh, pushing divots into it with the tips of his fingers. He massages into the fat of your thigh slightly, pushing his thumb inwards and upwards toward your cunt and letting the rest of his fingers splay across your thigh.

“Lean back for me,” he whispers.

You do as you’re told, trying not to let him see how shakey your breath has gotten. You let the middle of your back collide with your mattress, but keep your chest and neck up with the support of your elbows slightly, enough to see Eren’s face.

Eren scoots his hips in closer to you. He drags his hand down your thigh and pulls up on it slightly, wrapping your leg around his hips. You follow his lead, wrapping your other leg around his hips and crossing your ankles behind him.

He pulls his wet bottom lip between his teeth as his hand travels back up your thigh, slowly but surely. You instinctually tense your thighs when his forefinger meets the hem of your panties. He curls two fingers inside of your panties, pulling them to the side a bit.

His lip slips out from in between his teeth, letting his mouth part when he sees your cunt for the first time. You're already so puffy and wet with arousal.

He leans down over you, pressing one hand down into your mattress next to your head with a straight arm. The other hand manipulates the vibrator.

The vibrator moves your panties aside and quickly finds your sweet spot - your hips flinch and your breath hitches when it does. Eren takes that as a sign to press it harder into your clit and keep moving it around in small circles. After only seconds you can feel a familiar deep pleasure building inside of you - a pleasure you'd only ever felt when you were completely alone until now. You can't help but squirm underneath him, arching your back and rutting your hips toward him desperately.

"Ah! Eren-"

Eren's mesmerized, watching the show you're putting on, seemingly pleasuring yourself against your own will.

He looks down to your cunt as he moves the vibrator downward. It meets your entrance, and he slowly pushes it inside of you, watching your folds widen and stretch to accommodate your toy.

"God-" he swallows.

He drags it in and out rhythmically, filling the room with wet sounds. It isn't long before your mouth betrays you and your moans build on your tongue, eventually spilling out for him.

Eren moves down your body and slowly pulls the vibrator away from you.

All the sudden, you feel so wet. So warm. There's a nice, pulsating pressure lapping at your clit.

That's not your vibrator anymore. That's Eren's tongue.

"Fuck-" you choke on the realization.

He swirls his tongue around on your clit in tight circles. It has you writhing around in your sheets and gripping onto the blankets below you with white knuckles.

The pads of Eren’s index and middle fingers brush over your folds while his tongue concentrates on your clit. He sinks them inside of you, savoring the way your walls open up for him. The metrical pumping of his fingers in and out of you turns into an excited frenzy of his fingers slapping against your pelvis.

All you can do is whine his name.

"Does that feel good?" Eren teases. "Feels better than that stupid fucking toy of your's, huh?"

"Yes- fuck yes," you breathe.

He observes the tension on your face, the sweat on your brow, the moan on your lips. You're so much more captivating like this than he ever imagined you to be.

"E-eren I'm gonna..."

"You're gonna what, baby..." he says onto your lips, "are you gonna cum on my fingers?"

"Ahh- uh huh," you whine.

"There you go, cum for me…”

author's note: first time i've published a fic all year. found this bad boy in the drafts n decided to finish it. this wasn't beta read or anything so i hope it was ok :p

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