#apologies for how many times i said that something fucks me up but that's just what halo does to me
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The thing that makes the jellyfish hat content is that it is an object containing paper mache, fabric, cardboard, and the assorted accoutrements of jellyfish hat-making (the optional but popular add-ons go listed here in your head).
and implies that the container is more relevant in this specific context than the thing contained
No. that's not an implication. That's a thing you're making up in order to have an excuse to get angry about someone using a word you don't like, but it's not true. If I say, "I dumped open the contents of the box onto the floor", it is very easily discerned by most readers I am looking for something specific that is within the contents of that box. It is insanity to insist that the word content = the container being the most important thing on Earth. If I write "he opened the small box, revealing its' content: a single, small wedding ring" and you think the box is the focus, I just flat-out don't know what to tell you.
Setting that aside: holy shit, please calm down. I'm a bit busy with organizing resources for my local trans community at the moment but I promise you, there are worse problems than someone using a word you don't like. There was an election this year - don't know if you noticed - that impacts real people. Looking at all your anon and off-anon replies, the thing I keep thinking is, "Holy shit, who fucking cares? There are actual issues going on in the world right now!"
The fact that something I sent in during a ten minute snack break at work and quickly forgot about lives rent-free in your head to this degree days after it was said is highly, highly concerning. I cannot convey enough to you how much I did not mean to set off an episode in you, and at the same time, I am also very genuine when I say this may be a hill you're willing to die on, but it's not a hill I'm willing to kill you on. I kill people on important hills and jellyfish hats ain't it, chief.
It's wild to spend my time IRL trying to help people figure out what to do if our state makes it illegal for them to get HRT in-state and then pull up my phone and see someone this pressed about the word "content". Surely your life also has an important issue you could spend time on? No one is having a particularly good time right now. Maybe focus on a thing with literally any relevance to your quality of life whatsoever? I know that sounds glib. However, having had manic episodes where one thing someone said to me sent me over the edge, I'm not being glib. I really mean it when I say that redirecting your focus onto something important helps snap you out of it. It's how I got myself out of it before I was able to get medicated for my Bipolar Disorder. I take zero joy in seeing someone forth at the mouth because one person said one word and that made them spiral. I really do apologize, and I can see that this panic is a very real, valid emotion on your end. But 'valid' here is used only in the sense of 'I believe you when you say you feel panicked', not 'the panic is a logical, proportionate response to the trigger'. (As a side note, after this many anon and off-anon messages indicating fixation and extreme emotional overinvestment, I don't want anyone saying I misused the word trigger. This is not a proportionate response to someone using one word you dislike.)
The jellyfish hat contains materials needed to construct a hat. It doesn't need ads or legal agreements in order to contain cardboard, paper mache, etc. You are trying to make a mountain out of a molehill. Likely, you are taking your anger at something that actually matters and redirecting it onto this, a thing that does not matter. I'm not saying that in judgment - we all do it - but I am not going to be replying to this further. You may have a desire to use other people's words as an excuse to spiral but you'll have to find someone else to use the reason you're losing your shit.
The hat contains the materials needed to construct a hat. It's not that deep.
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Slytherin Boys Break-up Blurb: Part 2
Part 2 of the break-up series. This one is filled with groveling and begging for forgiveness. Enjoy little stars.
Mattheo: You walked through the common room, seeing your friends smiling.Â
âWhatâs gotten into you three?â You asked as you made your way to your dorm.Â
As soon as you opened it, the heavy scent of flowers hit your nose. They were everywhere. Your favorite flower filled the room. There were petals all over the floor. Candles that casted a yellow-ish glow. And right in the middle was none other than Mattheo Riddle.Â
âI am so, so sorry.â He finally said as you looked at him. You could hear his voice cracking as he spoke. It had been a rough last month without Matt but you werenât sure you were ready to forgive him. Not yet anyways.
âMattâŠâ Your voice trailed off. You were unable to form words as you looked at the transformed room. This was something Matt always did to you, take your words away. In both good and bad ways. Perhaps this was a good way.
âI know. I know I messed up and I know I donât deserve you, believe me. But please. Please let me at least try to make it up to you, Princess.â Matt pleaded, something you never thought youâd hear before.Â
You were staring into eyes when you finally noticed the little box he was holding. A red one with a white bow on it. He held it up and you walked closer to open it. Your hands shook a bit as you undid the bow and opened the box. Inside was the most beautiful bracelet with your birthstone set right in the middle.
âYou know you canât just buy me back.â You finally managed to say. Matt smirked, the smallest chuckle escaping his lips as he stared at you.
âAnd Iâd never expect to. This is just the first of my many apologies to come. Because you, Princess, you deserve this. You deserve this and so much more.â Matt explained through that cracked tone once again. But this time it wasnât just a crack. It was a full break. Tears sat on his waterline and you could feel your heart breaking.
You werenât quite ready to forgive him but this was a good start. You placed one hand on his cheek as you kissed him softly, knowing that youâd give him that second chance. And you would be forever grateful that you did.
Theo: It had been weeks since your fight with Theo. Usually he apologized right away but this time you haven't heard from him. Maybe you two really were done.
You were walking through the castle when your phone went off. A text from Theo telling you to meet him in the forest. You almost didnât but something told you to go.Â
As you walked through the dense area, you saw him leaning against your favorite tree. It was the large one right next to the babbling creek. He had the faintest smile on his face as you approached him.
âWhat is it Theo?â You asked sternly and you saw how sad his eyes looked. There were dark circles under them. He wasnât sleeping. You could tell.
âI canât eat. I canât sleep. I canât get that stupid fucking fight off my mind.â Theo admitted after a minute of staring at you. He pointed to the tree, seeing the initials the two of you had carved into it months ago.
âI come back to this tree every day and I stare at those letters. I canât do this, cara mia. I canât be away from you. And Iâm so fucking sorry I ever thought I could.â He admitted before looking back at you with the most solemn look on his face.
You could feel your heartbreaking listening to him. He hurt you. He let you walk out. Fuck. Maybe this was a bad idea. You shook your head as you looked at him.
âItâs too late, Theo.â You whispered as you started to talk away. You took two steps before you felt a hand on your wrist, pulling you back in.Â
Your eyes shot up to his blue ones. They stared into your soul, begging for forgiveness.Â
âI let you go once. I wonât ever make that mistake again.â He said firmly. He was pleading through his eyes, hoping you would just give him a second chance. He didnât deserve it. Fuck. He really fucking didnât deserve it. But you missed him. You missed him more than you cared to admit.
âPlease, tesoro. Please justâŠjust sit here with me?âÂ
And you did. You spent the rest of the evening sitting with Theo against that tree, yours and his initials carved just above your heads. Maybe he didnât deserve this but you didnât mind letting him talk, explain his side. Apologize. And god did he apologize. He did nothing but apologize over and over again. Maybe heâd get that second chance after all.Â
Lorenzo: You still couldnât believe the way Enzo had acted. It was months later when you finally saw him for the first time. And he looked awful. He wasnât eating. Wasnât taking care of himself.
Good.
You didnât even look his way as you walked past him. The closer you got, the faster your heart started to beat. The pain and anger started to bubble inside of you once more.
âY/n, wait!â Enzo called out to you but you didnât stop. You kept pushing forward as your shoes squished across the courtyard grass.Â
âStop! Please, I just want to talk!â He shouted once more, now following behind you. You could feel everything boiling inside of you, not sure if you could hold it back anymore.
âCome on! Just stop!âÂ
That was it. You couldnât hold back anymore. You stopped but not because he asked. You stopped because if you didnât, you were going to boil over and explode. You turned to face him, your hair spinning around you as you whipped around quickly.
âNo! You donât deserve a conversation. You donât deserve my attention. After what you did, Enzo? Seriously? You deserve nothing but the scum on my shoe.â You shouted at him, much to his surprise.
There was a small moment, a moment where the two of you would stare at one another with a longingâa longing for something that has now been lost into the past.Â
After a few moments, you finally turned and walked away. Lorenzo watched you leave. He watched you until there was no you left. His heart was breaking, knowing heâd messed upâknowing he had lost you forever.Â
Over the next few months, you received the most lavish gifts, the most detailed letters. Every day, Enzo sent you something. Even if the two of you never spoke again, it made him happy knowing he was still in your life somehow. And you enjoyed it, even if you didnât want to admit it, you enjoyed how much he was wanting to earn your trust back. And maybe, just maybe, he would.
Draco: It had been five weeks since your break-up with Draco. The pain was still raw but you were trying your best to push through. As you made your way to your next class, you realized you hadnât seen him much and you wondered why.
You walked into the classroom, heading to your desk before noticing a book on it. It wasnât a book you recognized. You picked it up, feeling the black leather in your hands and noticing the pages had gold edges to them. Beside the book was a small piece of paper that had your name on it, noting the book was for you.
You opened the book and recognized the handwriting immediately. Draco. A part of you thought maybe you wouldnât read this, shouldnât read this. It would only hurt.Â
That didnât stop you. You started to read the words, slowly realizing what this was. The first page detailed Dracoâs upbringing. His relationship with his father, his mother. All of it.
You moved on to the next one and with each new page realized he was opening up to you. Maybe he couldnât say it, but he could write it.Â
You read it until you reached the end, noticing how only half the journal was full. There were still plenty of blank pages left but each one was numbered as if it was continuing.Â
âI see youâve found my gift.â Draco called out behind you. You turned around quickly, seeing him standing there with his hands tucked into his pockets.
âDraco, what is this?â You asked, still slightly confused why he would give you something like this. He walked a bit closer, his eyes completely locked with yours with each movement.
âItâs me opening up in the best way I know you.â He stalked a bit more forward before stopping right in front of you, âYou deserve that, Y/n. I was an idiot for not realizing that earlier and Iâm sorry.âÂ
An apology from Draco Malfoy? You never thought youâd see the day.
You glanced back down at the book, flipping it in your hand before opening up to the blank pages. Draco pointed to it, the silver ring with his family crest in the middle shimmering as his finger touched the empty page.
âAnd the blank pages? Thatâs for us to use together. For our new memories. Weâll write in it every day if thatâs what it takes to earn you back.â He said softly before finally moving his finger from the page.
âDracoâŠâ You said softly, closing the book. The effort was sweet, the gesture appreciated. But you were nervous. Was this all for show?Â
âI promise. I will be as open with you as I can, even if itâs through letters.â He said softly, taking his hand and wrapping it through your hair.Â
How could you resist this? You werenât going to fully cave for him just yet but this was a step. It was a very welcomed first step to getting back to what you once were.
Blaise: You hadnât heard from Blaise in a few weeks. In fact, you hadnât seen him at all which was shocking. Blaise was everywhere all the time or so it seemed. Not seeing him on campus was something that should cause concern.
You were walking back to your dorm one day when you saw smiling faces and little giggles in the common room. What the hell was everyone so happy about? You opened your door and there in the room stood Blaise.Â
He was standing in pajamas and holding your favorite flowers. All of your favorite snacks covered the bed. Soft music played from the speaker. Your eyes went a bit wide as you tried to take everything in.
âBlaise? What the hell are you doing here?â You asked through a bit of shock. You were trying to process what was happening but it was almost too much. Almost.
âApologizing. Iâm so sorry for what I did. And I know, I know I might have lost you forever but, ma, even if I just have you as a friend thatâs good enough for me.â Blaise spoke softly. You could feel your heart racing with every word.
There was something about this moment that made you think, perhaps, you would remember it forever. It wasnât anything big or special but it was important. To you, it was important.Â
âBlaiseâŠâ You said softly, letting your voice drop off at the end of his name. His eyes searched yours and he seemed to wonder if you would take his gesture.
âWe can spend all day in here. Watching movies. Talking. Eating every snack the house elves could manage to find for us.â He said as his voice ran off into the smallest chuckle.
Always joking, that was Blaise. Even in the most serious moments, he could make you laugh. It was something you always enjoyed about him. He took a small step forward, still holding the flowers in his hand.
âAll I need is you. No parties. No outside world. Just you. So, what do you say, ma?â He asked quietly. You thought about it but there wasnât much to think about. What he did was wrong, yes, but this? This was a great start to making up for it.Â
You walked towards him, taking the flowers and giving them a small sniff before setting them on the nearby desk. Your eyes went back to his, those dark eyes that only seemed to sparkle when you were around.Â
âA day in here with you sounds perfect.â You whispered before feeling him wrap his arms around you in a hug. You hugged him back and as you did, you felt as if your life problems all seemed to disappear.
You would spend the entire rest of the day with Blaise, talking and laughing about everything possible. It wasnât a confirmation of a restart of your relationship but it was a push forward. And Blaise loved it. Even if it was just the tiniest bit of attention from you, he loved it because, at the end of the day, you truly were the only thing that mattered.Â
Regulus: It had been a year since you had heard from Regulus. There was a part of you that perhaps thought you would never hear from him again. There were rumors he died. Rumors he ran away. Rumors he joined the dark side, fighting for Voldemort. But you couldnât believe any of it.
You knew Regulus. He would never do that. If he had joined the dark side, it was only to fight from the inside. The worst rumor was the one that he died. You couldnât bear that thought. You would have to see him, see his dead body before you accepted that truth.
You were walking back from Hogsmeade one afternoon when you got caught in the rain. You were rushing, trying to make it back to the castle when suddenly you heard your name called out.
The voice was familiar, one that sent waves through your body. You turned around to see Regulus standing in the rain, drenched. His long and curly hair was plastered to his forehead as he stared at you.
âReg?â You asked, almost not believing it was real.
âIâm sorry.â He replied through the rain. Your heart was racing, there was a building of tension between the two of you as you stared at him.
âIâm sorry I left you. But itâs over. Itâs done.â He explained and your mind started to race with a million thoughts. He did it. He won. And he came back for you. Just for you.
You dropped your books, rushing up to him and jumping in his arms. His arms wrapped around you tightly, holding you close before he pressed his lips to yours in a heated and passionate kiss.Â
âDonât you dare ever leave me again, Regulus Black.â You said as you broke the kiss but stayed in his arms. He looked down at you with the softest smile on his face.Â
âI wonât.âÂ
And he wouldnât. Heâd never leave your side. For as long as the two of you lived, heâd be right there. For you were the only important thing in Regulusâ life.
#slytherin boys#slytherin#mattheo riddle#theodore nott#lorenzo berkshire#draco malfoy#blaise zabini#regulus black#slytherin boys x reader#slytherin boys x you
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Did sleeping help
No </3
#vent#tsk. isnât it like. if you hate everything then eat#if you think everyone hates you then sleep#if you hate yourself take a shower?#sooooooooo. uhhhhhhh. didnt. work?#hng. artfight... I was so excited I have so many ideas#but itâs like. everything is triggering me or making me upset or freaked out or sick. idk what to do#I go âoh lemme see what my friends have done so farâ and then I see an oc from someone not my friend anymore and Iâm like. ougghhh#I feel like such a baby for caring. stupid for being upset still. itâs like it only mattered to me and no one else had to deal with such#crippling anxiety and stress because of it#everyone is getting so much done so fast and I STILL canât submit the second thing I did. Iâm going to lose my head or cry or both or die or#SOMETHING uhhhhhhggggggg and itâs like all my anxieties are circling back around cus it was this time last year shit hit the fan#I have college!! I have no clue what my plans are!! all Iâm good for is making fake people and drawing said people!!#Iâm such a fucking. stupid.. I wasnât even supposed to take this last semester off. we just didnât know what other classes to take or what#to focus on... Iâve been literally free all day every day since December and itâs like Iâm STILL not doing anything worthwhile#mmm Iâm so alone in this I canât DEAL well I guess Iâve been âdealingâ but I donât believe thinking about bad situations literally every day#since theyâve happened can be considered as âdealingâ with it. I doubt anyone else is thinking about it that hard but I canât help it#I canât do a complete cut off from the internet. my only friends are here! what then? then Iâm just. some sad sack who doesnât talk to#anyone? mmm this isnât a good way to start the day but I canât NOT think. itâs all I do. my brain is one of the things that makes be I canât#self labotomize myself into being a chiller person without killing everything that makes me with it#ugh. Iâm going to be stuck in this headspace forever. even with apologies and make ups or agreements to stay apart#Iâll still be the one dealing with the negatives and fallout from shitty situations. funny seeing as I still donât understand how things#even escalated so fast. but whatever. Iâm the bad wolf forever. canât change that
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okay what you have to understand is that while against the kitchen floor is a dean song...willard! has cas written all over it
#guess who really started listening to will wood đł#like just listen to me ok hear me out...#i dont owe u my heart or my body but shit i do fuckin owe u and im so sorry that i cannot be good as u are#the irony of dean not thinking of himself as human as cas learned to be is not lost on me#and even tho he fucks up constantly he cant bring himself to want cas to end their relationship (wtv it may be)#apologizing for the way he is bc tbh if dean never figures out how he feels simply because he himself doesn't know#what he wants he probably would end up just giving cas.his body because he owes him something and#he cant figure out what he can possibly give in the face of that all consuming frankly terrifying love#ahem. onto willard#ik i said cas knows how to be human but that's in dean's eyes. cas doesn't get being human at all even tho he does (?)#like his homeless/steve arc he cant get a grasp on how humans do all the things they do and live they way they live#the beginning of the song he talks about not being able to step on ants and crying for moths#now that could be cas talking about actual insect but ALSO humans! bc he's learned to care!!#but yea if cas had some sort of animal he saw every now and then while on the street? a cat or a rat etc that's how i envision#him with this song#he himself has been stepped on so many times! it started to feel like his place! not truly part of the winchesters not truly angel#just cas now...#is there room for me in your cage whether that be earth or a real rat he feels he understands#it's confusing for him to connect! never learned what to feel from childhood like humans do!#he was thrown into the deep end#they call me crazy but their words all seem made up to me -> honeybee cas fr#also i can see steve bringing a little creature into the gas n sip his own little guy#also the peace vs freedom thing. animals are put in cages. humans locked in heaven.#and cas has achieved free will but he has to wrestle with whether it's better to be content or break chains#you might seem behind bars but friend this cage is inside out! dean and sam are trapped in this destiny#but they both say fuck it !! but heaven wasn't just a cage to humans it's a cage for angels too#yeah ur fate is fucked but at keast you had a fate to change yknow. cas didn't just change his story#he didn't have one so he literally wrote it#i can't listen to this song without thinking about cas human hungry and alone#it's AWFUL out here socrates. it's DANGEROUS out here socrates. it's lonely out here socrates đ€Ąđ€Ąđ€Ą
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đ, đ€, đ„ïž, đș, đ„, đ and đ§ for the halo ask game :D
thank you so much for the ask!!
đ - what made you interested in halo?
So because of Wolf 359 I became obsessed with the character dynamic where there's a person and their AI bestie and from what i could gather from gifsets with Chief and Cortana I thought they'll likely fuck me up as much as Eiffel and Hera in Wolf 359. AND THEN THEY DID. 10000000/10
đ€ - favourite halo character?
Hell there's so many of them but to name a few in no particular order:
Arbiter cause it still fucks me up how great his story is + when i first played Halo 2 i was sort of freshly ex catholic and well. And I love to see his dedication to making things better and the way he approaches that.
Kurt cause *gesturing to all of Ghosts of Onyx* yeah. I can't think about it too much without crying
Rtas Vadum (here's my recommendation for Shadow of Intent)
Chief cause *gesturing to all of Halo* but what really cemented it was Fall of Reach showing how much he blamed himself for stuff outside of his control like the fucking augmentation deaths and how reading his convo with Mendez about that made me wanna tear my hair out. Like holy fuck what was done to him was so fucked up and he doesn't even realize the full extent of itttt.
Cortana - beside her realtionship to Chief I loved seeing her work on all those ships in First Strike including the whole capture of the flagship and then all that stuff with the slipspace crystal
Six - there's the tragedy of them signing up to get revenge against the covenant and then being used by ONI against other humans that makes them live rent free in my head, plus there's so much unexplored by canon potential - the Assembly datapads, their interactions with Kat as another Beta company Spartan, what would their thoughts on Spartans and ONI be given what he was used for compared to what he wanted? Also I wished he had a chance to talk to Cortana too, it would maybe make him happy to hear about her hacking Ackerson's bank account, even if for obvious reasons he wouldn't be able to talk about their previous work freely and Cortana wouldn't probably be able to share that freely too.
Jacob Keyes - I'm really fond of all his stunts with ships plus the terminal about him trying to resist the flood fucks me up.
đ„ïž - favourite AI?
Beside Cortana for reasons mentioned above, I love Mac from Contact Harvest a lot (idk if you've read the book yet so I'm not gonna spoil much, just that he starts off as kinda endearing and then stuff gets revealed that makes him fascinating and then finally the epilogue makes me cry). I also think that the more ONI-affiliated AIs are interesting too, like Black Box or even Araqiel cause of how they rationalize their participation in all the fucked up shit compared to, for example, Deep Winter trying to prevent the gammas from getting augmented the way they were. Plus even here it's interesting to look at how they interacted with or saw others like BB joking with Osman in Rossbach's World or Araqiel calling Ackerson good/honorable in First Strike (can't remember the precise word used but still it's so funny like bro you probably killed people together).
đș - who would you have a drink with?
Hmm maybe the Grey Team? Like even with my decent alcohol tolerance I probably wouldn't keep up with Spartans for long but still. A small price to pay for hanging out with Adriana.
đ„ - who are you beating the shit out of?
I know Ackerson did get wrecked by those brutes but it wasn't enough for me and every time I remember that the whole thing got framed as heroic I feel like adding on another hit. I'd say I hope every single S III + Kurt lined up to punch him in the afterlife but really it would be cruel to force them to have to put up with him in any way again lmao.
(And while we're here I'll respond to your answer to my ask and say I feel similar to you about Jun lmao. Like Jun bro why are you helping make the torture labirynth of Spartan projects even worse.)
đ - share your favourite character headcanon
I think the headcannon that Six loves flying is kinda popular from what I saw in some fics (which makes me damn happy) and my own take on that is that it started from a suggestion from Kurt, like a nudge for Six to get some advanced pilot training, after he noticed that Six didn't really like being compared with Chief by ONI people who were hyped to create another hyper-lethal vector. I like to imagine Kurt saying something like "You know, John always hated flying" and maybe the interest was there before but now it really kicked off cause they got encouraged to pursue something that they as a person Liked and something that set them apart yknow?
(btw i got so many Six headcannons, here i went with probably the least sad one jhgfdjhg)
đ§ - song you associate a halo character with
Foreign Skies by The Dreadnoughts is such a Noble Six song to me, fits both the theme of the tragedy of Reach and of the happiness of being with the team even for that short time.
thanks again for the ask, and for your reply to mine, I especially like your thoughts about Dot, gonna listen to those firefight voicelines later, and I absolutely agree on Six being a cat person
#apologies for how many times i said that something fucks me up but that's just what halo does to me
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#got the most vivid memry of how her hair smelled while drawing this lol#it really sucks to fall out w anyone . it sucks more to see almost none of the person you loved in them when it happens#whered the girl i wanted to spend all my time w even go . why did she start acting like she hated me#every conversation was like i was a tar pit draining all her self worth & joy & energy#every conversation was an apology for breathing the same air as me#and she just wouldn't listen when i said that i didnt hate her#she just kept going till she hurt me enough that i was sick of making her feel better all the time#its miserable to feel like you love someone so much and they just don't fucking believe you and they never ever will#i knew it was gonna go bad but man whyd it have to hurt so many other people too#whyd she have to destroy something so nice for some stupid bullshit she made up in her own head#i loved her so much . where did the girl i loved go !!!#bluh
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wikihow to make people not hate you
#i miss my friends#i miss talking to people#even if everything was through a screen and text#but i fucked up and i dont think any of them would want to talk to me ever again#and i think reaching out to apologise again might make them hate me more#because idk if they'll see me reaching out as trying to start drama again when i never meant to in the first place#im just so shit at communicating my feelings that it makes it seem disingenuous#but im really sorry and i miss them so fucking much#even if i dont understand how i fucked up i know i did somewhere and that its my fault for not knowing better#because when i apologised originally it just got more people mad at me for not apologising specifically for what i did#when i even said in the apology that i didnt know but i was willing to help fix it if they explained it to me#some people said its my fault for not understanding and that i couldnt be sorry if i didnt understand#and i really dont know at this point#i felt like i communicated my intentions as clearly as i could to as many people as i could#but maybe i didnt do it as well as they thought i shouldve even if i dont know how to#i was direct and told/showed people exactly what i was doing#maybe i missed something????#i just feel like shit all the time#even more than i did before#i miss everybody so fucking much#i feel like i overreacted by leaving before they officially kicked me out of the group and maybe that makes me a coward#but i was just so hurt by how they reacted even after everything i did to communicate before and try to make up after#idk maybe im just a narcissist#i probably dont deserve to have friends then#vent post#yoshi talk
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#this is a fucking vent so just gnore the venty ass tags but i have nowhere else to place this that feels safe other than just.#shouting into a void where no one hears. aka here ig.#bc its better i shout into a void alone than drag others down with me somehowâi dont. know#regardless⊠iâm just⊠i dont know what to think.#things are really bad lately & iâm struggling again to stop myself from sh utting down every time i try being vulnerable & opening up.#i keep clamming up & letting my mind take the reins when it tells me to just erase anything i say. to not open up.#to swallow every single emotion & experience thatâs hurting me & let that poison kill me slowly instead. deal with it alone#because it feels like its wrong to open up. like its wrong to say anything. like me being open is just.#me being a fucking burden or something. i donât know. i shouldnât be like this. iâm supposed to be fucking better than t his.#what the fuck happened to the version of myself that could just keep suppressing & suppressing & not being a goddamn thorn in pplâs sides.#esp bc all the things iâm having a difficult / painful time with is all fucking trigger heavy shit or things that i just donât.#fucking know what to do with anymore because its not shit within my control.#a lot of itâs shit im still just processing that has hurt a lot & havingg to cope w that grief alone.#but then thereâs also other circumtances too that are hard to navigate & my BPD having a field day w me in recent history too#i donât know what the fuck is wrong w me at this point. & im scared & i canât stand being fucking alone in this shit yet.#i feel like i have to. i have to. i have to. beccause this is my own issue & to dare express anything is me just. using ppl isnât it.#thatâs all it is right. & besides how many times has it been proven that ppl get sick of me for not being okay.#how many times have ppl walked away because they realize im just some fucking deadweight emotionally or something. id onât fucking know.#am i spiraling? who fucking knows! maybe! because im fucking tired of what my life has been in general & im. overwhelmed.#overwhelmed by existence itself i fucking guess & what its meant for me overwhelmed by expectations overwhelmed by vulnerability thats just.#bleeding out through the fucking cracks of this fucking mess of a person i am.#& constantly fucking afraid that im just. too much. too much. too much for anyone.#too emotional in fucking general too intense too overwhelming for others regardless if its overwhelming them via pos or neg emotions.#afraid im going to get discarded afraid of whatâs to come afraid in fucking general. fear & grief & pain & rage & hatred &.#desperation to feel anything other than this & desperation to feel loved thats got me having rly foul compulsions too#all my emotions feel like some kind of fuckihng hairtrigger & its hard to stop it in fucking general. i dont fucking know. & like i said it.#feels like shit to deal with completely alone. not bc i wanna deal with alone but bc i /have/ to bc if i dont then im just. a problem. or.#i dont know. im tired of everything tired of my emotions tired of this life tired of all that ive had to face up til this point & tired of.#fear & idk how to handle things alone anymore. my friends deserve better than this emotional burden i am to be around ig.#it feels so much like i have to apologize to those i befriend for being. well. this. for all of me & for being âtoo muchâ in general.
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Part Five
Can't stop thinking about the attempt of reconciliation and reader ain't having it. Our girl is going to be wilddddd y'all. Also goodnight. See y'all tomorrow (maybe)
You call Meredith when you get home.
You. Are. Fuming. She's not sure she can ever remember a time you using so many swear words at one time.
How fucking dare them? Immature? You're the immature one? You were the one trying your best to salvage four failing relationship meanwhile none of those assholes could be bothered to try and keep one. They had one person to manage: you.
"I wanna go out this weekend." "Wear something tight and borderline risk indecent exposure."
"You know what I always say," Meredith begins. "The best way to get over someone-"
"is to get under someone else." You finish. You weren't exactly keen on the idea of bringing someone to your bed just yet, but a little attention would do you some good. "I don't want to fuck someone just yet." You admitted. "I'm more on the getting drunk and making out."
"I didn't know we resorted back secondary school heavy petting?" She teased.
"University, Dear." You corrected. "I didn't peak until after I graduated."
"No." She argued. "You didn't put your books down long enough to realize that boys actually wanted to fuck you." You were glad she couldn't see you roll your eyes. "Saturday work for you? I have a late night Friday and won't be up for it."
"That works."
"Sorry." She apologized. "I plan on getting you absolutely smashed so I need to be ready to play the nanny. I know how you love to get drunk and run off."
It was true. You had always found it hilarious when you were drunk to just run. Quite literally run away. It got to a point during university where Meredith would handcuff you to her so you didn't stray.
"I won't run." Your sober mind promised.
"Uh huh." Meredith's tone told you that she knew that was a load of shit. "I'll text Tabs. Let her know the plan."
The next day at the shop was pretty uneventful. No more unexpected visitors. You still had them all blocked. Not caring if now they decided to offer up some bullshit apology.
Months. This had been a steady decline for six months. A text or a simply sorry won't fix this. You weren't sure anything could.
But it didn't matter. You were done and they obviously were too.
You had picked up enough take out to feed a family, but you didn't plan on making your lunch before work or cooking when you got home. The rest of the week you planned on just going through the motions until you could go out Saturday and hopefully get everything out.
You weren't paying attention as you walked down the hallway to your flat. Fishing in your purse for keys. You were at almost at your door when you saw him.
Sitting next to your door was a familiar face. A face you felt you haven't seen in forever.
âWhat are you doing here, Kyle?" Your voice was flat as you continued to blindly try and find your keys with one hand. Fuck. You really need to clean out your purse...
âMy key wouldnât work.â He explained. "So Iâm out here.â
"I'm aware why you're not in my apartment since I changed the locks," you said, trying to keep your irritation at bay. "What I am asking is why did you come here?"
"You won't return any of our messages."
"You're all blocked, so technically I didn't really get any messages." "Besides, you don't get to complain to me about not responding to texts, Kyle Garrick." Your fingers finally wraps around them. God bless. "If you're here for your things, it'll have to wait. I have to sort through everyone's shit and I don't know whose is whose."
"We need to talk." He explains as you put the key into the lock, opening the door.
"Nah," you say scrunching your nose in that way he used to adore. "I'm good. But you can swing by tomorrow and pick up your things if you'd like." You say before trying to shut the door on him. You were stupid in thinking you could be faster than him.
Dammit.
"I know things haven't been good and I've definitely could have been better,'' he admits. "But can you at least try and let us apologize? Let us try and work it out."
"No." You answered, trying to close the door. Not caring if you had to resort to kicking his shins to get him out.
"Why not?" He countered.
âMaybe because I've already tried, Kyle?â You gave up on trying to shut him out. You were strong, but he didn't have any issues in besting you. âBecause I actually tried with you. With all of you. You didnât need to come here giving me excuses about your life being hectic because Iâve made the excuses for you.â You didn't miss how he practically flinched. He had always blamed his busy life. Family. Work. You stopped caring about whatever excuse he gave you and realized it was just that. An excuse. âIâve been telling myself for months that everything you guys didnât do for me wasnât because you didnât care about me. It was because of the stress of your deployments is the reason none of you tell me when you get back from until itâs time to fuck. I tell myself itâs because of the fucked up situation of me being with all of you that makes it awkward to meet your families. Families you all have that I now know Iâm not worthy of meeting.â He wanted to correct you. You were. You were worthy. He was an idiot. âItâs not that I need your excuses to make me feel like what you did was justified. No matter what it was, it was apparently to you because you did it.â
He took a step back, processing everything you had said. He had been selfish. You were the reliable constant in his life. Someone he believed he never disappointed. Someone he couldn't disappoint no matter how many times he fucked up.
You took the opportunity to slam the door. Quickly turning the lock before he had a chance to open it back up.
God...
That felt good.
You had spent that evening collecting their thing in case Kyle did show back up tomorrow. You wouldn't make their lives easier by sorting all their shit and organizing it. Everything. One box. Let them figure it out. You almost had a mind to add a shirt that you knew didn't belong to any of them just to have them argue over it. Or least make them think there was someone else...
You were almost tempted if not for the premise that you wanted them to realize this was their fault. Their fuck up. But now that you were officially all broken up, you were free game.
#captain john price#kyle gaz garrick#simon ghost riley#call of duty#john soap mactavish#angst with a happy ending#angst#grovel#jealousy
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surprise post bc my blogs fixed woo hoo!! i initially sent this as an ask to @hanasnx as my contribution to his baby daddy!jason au, but i also wanted to share it here for u guys as a little treat :p
Baby Daddy!Jason, who you co-parent with, in a very civilized way. No joke, the picture of camaraderie between exes. He takes your daughter on the days he's supposed to (which isn't that often, given his occupation) and brings her back on time, always with a little gift for you as well. Flowers, chocolates, a little knick-knack reminiscent of when you were together. It's not because he's in love with you or anything; it's just the principle of the matter. "Happy wife, happy life," not that you were married or even dating, but he figures the mother of his child should get love sometimes.
Baby Daddy!Jason, who, the next time he sees you, it's to drop off something your daughter forgot with him, and as he's handing you the bag, he casually asks why you haven't been asking him to take her more often. You had been for a while when you were going on dates weekly, but for some reason, the relationships never went anywhere, so you just gave up. "Oh, you know, it just wasn't working out." you say off-handedly, "Kept getting ghosted." you sound only marginally disappointed, moreso annoyed. "What a shame, they're really missing out," he says, getting real close to you and taking up your entire field of vision.
Baby Daddy!Jason, who's got your entire calendar memorized and knows that his daughter's not home tonight and that you've got no plans other than watching movies in solitude. He knows you're too stubborn to call him over for company even though you've been giving him fuck me eyes in passing for the past few months, so he figures he just has to take matters into his own hands and corner you until you give in like he knows you want to.
Baby Daddy!Jason, who fucks you on damn near every surface in the house, telling you he's just christening the place like he would've already done if you lived together. Whispers apologies in your ears about scaring off all of your dates while he's splitting you open, bullying his cock into you while your eyes roll to the back of your head because you haven't been fucked this good in years, not since the last time you'd been with him. You're face is deep in some pillows when you realize the memories you had of his dick pale in comparison to the real thing, and you aren't sure you could go back to using your imagination to get off after tonight.
Baby Daddy!Jason, who keeps you up all night until your pussy's red and puffy from how many times it'd come in contact with his hips while he was fucking you. Fat tip kissing your cervix until you were clawing at his biceps, begging him to give you some reprieve, tears in your eyes while you babbled incoherently, too lost in the feeling of him to make any sense. He admits in the midst of sex that he tried to get over you; he really did, but he just couldn't; he just couldn't picture you with another man in any capacity. The thought of someone else touching you, fucking you, loving you, made his stomach turn, filling him with rage and an overwhelming need to claim you as his.
Baby Daddy!Jason, who's a level-headed, non-fragile ego'd man until it comes to his family, which, contrary to what some would say, did not only consist of his daughter but you too, and any guy who tried to get with you was a threat. he didn't know the intentions of other men, but he knew his own, which was to keep his little family happy as long as he was alive. If that meant putting a gun to the head of anyone who made a move on you and consoling you by stretching you out the way he knew you liked until you just said "fuck it" and let him put another baby in you, then so be it.
#jason todd lover#jason todd#jason todd x reader#jason todd x you#jason todd x fem!reader#jason todd smut#jason todd imagine#red hood#red hood x you#red hood x reader#red hood x fem!reader#red hood smut#red hood imagine
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What You Wanted
Richard wanted to better himself. At first, as a wide-eyed new freshman, he was looking to make a change. Having always been more nerdy and unathletic, Richard prioritized his studies rather than his physical fitness growing up. But after years of fearing the gym, he took his first step. And the rest was history. He grew lean with muscle and learned the ins and outs of the gym routine. He found a gym buddy and quickly climbed the social hierarchy. Smart, fit, and now entering his junior year- he was living his best life.
âRichard!â Thomasâs nasally voice cut through the air, âAre you even paying attention?â Beady eyes narrowed behind his thick rimmed glasses.
Richard shrugged, âSorry, I mustâve zoned out.â He was thinking more about his gym session earlier that day instead of paying attention to whatever nerdy movie Thomas picked, âIâm just not feeling it today.â
Richard and Thomas were friends since middle school. Both unapologetically nerdy, each surviving their fair share of bullying. But while Richardâs interests in fitness blossomed, Thomas remained entrenched in all things nerdy.
âYouâre never feeling it anymore.â Thomas lamented, âIâm worried about you.â He looked at his friend closely, âAre you becoming like them? One of those stupid, smelly meatheads?â Richard knew Thomas never approved of his new friends- especially since many of them gave off the same vibes as their former bullies.
âThomas, look.â Richard started, âI just... Weâre obviously very different people now.â
âNot true! We both study Biochemistry! Weâre both applying to graduate school in a few months!â Thomas interjected.
âYeah, but Thomas, Iâve changed. I donât really like superheroes and Battle Monsters and all that stuff anymore.â Richard sighed, running a hand through his hair, âI mean, its fun from time to time, but youâre obsessed with it.â
âObsessed?â
Richard nodded, âLook, I need to get going. I have an exam.â He grabbed his backpack and started towards the door.
âIs that how itâs going to be?â Thomas yelled, âSo you think youâre better than me too? Just like all those stupid jocks, right?â Thomas continued, âFine, if you want to be a stupid, smelly jock so bad, go for it! Donât come crying to me!â
âWhatever.â Richard said, âSee you around.â
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Richard worked through his thermodynamics exam with ease. It became such a mindless activity that his thoughts wandered to Thomas. They had been close for years. And Thomas gave him an outlet for some of his more nerdier interests. Sure, he wasnât as interested in all that nerd stuff like he was back in middle school, but Richard did value the time he spent with Thomas. He frowned. Maybe he was just a bit too harsh. Â Heâd apologize once he got done with his exam. But as he continued to write down the answers to these complex questions, he felt something welling up from within him. Something physical... something...
BUUUUURRRRPPPPP
Richardâs eyes widened and he quickly covered his mouth. He felt his cheeks flush red and looked around the room, noticing a few looks of disgust, as well as a few snickers from some of his classmates.
âRichard?â The professor said, looking up from her book.
âYo, my bad dude.â Richardâs eyes widened, as did the professorâs, âWhoa, brah! Didnât mean to say that!â His face reddened even more.
âRichard, please focus on your test.â She said sternly.
He nodded, trying to tune out the snickers from his surrounding classmates, âWhat the fuck was that?â He thought to himself, trying to regain his composure, âOkay... just focus.â
But as he stared at the problems on his exam, he noticed small drops of water appearing on his paper. He raised an eyebrow as more drops appeared on his test, smudging his work.
âWhat the...?â He whispered, âSweat?â He rubbed a hand across his forehead, âWhat the fuck?â He said aloud, again disrupting the class.
âRichard!â The professor slammed her book down.
âDude, just back off.â Richard snapped back. He heard a few audible gasps from his fellow students and his face flushed red, âBro, that came out wrong. I don't get why I'm sounding like this, bro.â His face flushed red again and he suddenly stood up and headed towards the door, âI gotta take a breather.â He said. But as he approached the door he could feel the same heaviness in his stomach, âNo, no no... buuuuuuuuurrrrrpppppppp.â
He slammed the door behind him, and fled from the classroom.
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Richard walked across campus as fast as he could. He needed to get back to his apartment as soon as possible. Or maybe to a doctor. But wherever he went, he just needed to be somewhere private. The young man wiped some sweat from his brow and cringed.
âNo way dude, Iâm like a waterfall.â He whispered, âOh fuck, look at my pits.â Dark pit stains rapidly formed beneath his arms and continued to grow larger. Richard stopped in his tracks and raised his arms, taking a deep whiff of his own stench, âHuhuhuh thatâs ripe, dude.â He chuckled to himself. It was the judgmental stares of nearby students that broke him out of his train of thought, âIâm sorry!â He whispered, blushing deeply, âI didnât mean to... burrrrppppppppp.â His face reddened even more.
âHaha nice one bro!â A nearby jock laughed.
âYeah dude! Been dropping bombs all day.â Richard replied with a grin. He quickly shook his head and ran towards his dorm room, ignoring the jock's attempt for a fist bump.
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Richard slammed the door to his dorm room shut and threw his backpack across the room. At this point, he didnât know what to do. His shirt had soaked through from his sweat and a new manly musk was clinging to his sweaty body.
âOkay, I just gotta go to an urgent care.â Richard whispered.
He walked over to his dresser to change his shirt, and he quickly stripped out of his soaked t-shirt. But when he looked down at his body, something wasnât right.
âYo dude, since when did I get abs?â Richard mumbled, âOh shit, look at my boulders.â He rubbed a hand across his large shoulders, giving them a squeeze and chuckling dumbly, âHuhuhuh why do I need a shirt?â He flexed his bicep and watched as it bulged with strength, âWoah fuck look at that!â He watched as his bicep seemed to get a bit larger too, âDude... thatâs buuuuuuurrppppppp.â Richard chuckled, âFuckinâ new protein powder. Makinâ my gassy as fuck.â
His plans to visit an Urgent Care were quickly leaving his mind. Instead, he continued to focus on his various poses, and amused himself with each growing muscle. Richard walked over to the couch and fell back onto it, grabbing his phone and posting a new picture of himself on his social media. All the white, he absentmindedly scratched as his massive chest, which was starting to sprout a light dusting of hairs. He grinned as various likes started appearing on his picture, and he felt his cock start to grow. He grabbed his massive cock and started stroking it, moaning with each tug.
âFuck yeah.â He moaned, âFuck people would be lucky to ride this dick.â He grinned, âDickâs dick huhuhuh.â A knock at his door broke his concentration and he groaned with disappointment. His cock remained tented in his pants, but he didnât care. He opened the door, casually scratching his hairy pit, âOh fuck, Thomas dude! Whatâs up?â
Thomas grinned, âRichard?â He asked, âWow.â
âImpressed broski? And donât call me Richard. More of a Richy.â Richy grinned, âCome in, bro! Look, Iâm like totally sorry about earlier. All that nerd stuff that you like. Didnât mean to be a dick about it.â
âYou donât have to worry, Richy. You made it quite clear that youâre not a nerd anymore.â Thomas chuckled, âYou wanted to be a stupid jock, well now you are.âÂ
Richy raised an eyebrow, âStupid jock?â Something about that wasnât right. Stupid jock? The words kept echoing in his head, âStupid jock?â He repeated again, scratching his head, âThatâs not... I...â Richy grabbed his head and looked at his friend. For just a second, the dull, dumb look in Richyâs eye was replaced by a knowing intelligence. A horrific realization evident in them. But it quickly lost its spark and his eyes dulled, âHuhuhuh yeah, I guess Iâm pretty stupid. But doesnât really matter when youâve got this.â He grabbed his bulge and smirked, âDude, you see that pic I posted? You think I could make it on OnlyFans?â
Thomas nodded, âYes, I think you could. But I ought to go.â
âNo wait bro!â Richy said, blocking his path to the door, âI mean... I know you always say you hate jocks. But its âcause youâre into us, right bro?â Thomasâs face reddened, betraying his secret, âSo like...â Richy smirked and walked up to Thomas, whoâs own khakis were now tented, âYou wanna star in my first OnlyFans vid?â
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Richy stretched his hands above his head and sniffed his ripe pits. His dick twitched at the smell and he grinned. Itâd been a few weeks since he posted his first video to OnlyFans. And yet here he was again, rewatching his first video: âbuff jock fucks gay nerd.â Without fail, it always made his dick hard. And even though he posted several more videos since then, he always found himself coming back to this one. But even a masterpiece gets dull and Richy pulled out his phone. He ignored several horrified texts from his parents asking why he dropped out of school, as well as deleting multiple invites to interview for grad programs, whatever those were. Instead he found Thomasâs contact info.
âHey bro.â He messaged, âBe at my place ASAP.â He took a quick selfie and threw in a few eggplant emojis to get his point across.
Afterwards, he tossed his phone somewhere on his bed. He didnât need to see Thomasâs response. Sure he was stupid, be he did know one thing. No one, especially not Thomas, could resist this dick. And the knock on his door not even ten minutes later was all the confirmation he needed.
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can i request a paige smut where like the reader had pissed her off BADDD (in whatever way you see fit) and so paige fucks her with the strap BUT the reader keeps like pushing at her abs and ahitbtryna het her to slow down which in return pisses her off moreâŠpls :)
i love you đ
ââčàŒâ§âË.Ë Â· .ŚŚà«ąÂ·Ë àŒ you can take it,,
paige bueckers x fem!reader
âi donât wanna talk to you dude.â
paige was absolutely furious. you missed one of the biggest shots of her careerâ a score-tying buzzer beater that ended up saving her team and securing them a win in overtimeâ all because you were talking to a guy in the stands. she was so excited to talk to you about it, for the both of you to share that excitement. so you could imagine her disappointment in hearing that you didnât see it.
âpaige are you serious? iâm sorry alright? i got to see it on the replays, it was really good.â
you try to reach out for her but she shrugs you off again, and now youâre pissed too. the guy was your classmate that spotted you in the crowd and wanted to say hello. you had apologized about a trillion times for missing the shot, still affirming to her how awesome it probably was in the moment.
it only made her feel worse when the guy approached you again at the end of the game. hadnât he taken enough of your attention already?
âjust leave me alone. if you want to be entertained just go talk to that guy again anyway. let him stare down your shirt for all i care.â paige throws her shirt into a corner of your room, littering her sweaty garments around your room.
âis that was this is about? a guy?â
she rolls her eyes, flopping onto your shared bed. she scrolls through her phone to avoid your gaze because she doesnât want to say something she regrets. her legs are spread, creating space that in any usual situation youâd gravitate towards.
you stupidly decided to tease paige after finding out the true root of her anger. half-naked, you crawl towards her legs on the bed and seat yourself right on her lap. your hand pushes her phone away for her undivided attention.
you were probably going to regret this later.
âyou know what we were talking about?â
she knows she shouldnât give in just by the look in your eyes, but she does anyway. sheâs a sucker for you.
âwell he kept asking if i wanted to leave with him. i told him i had a girlfriend but he wouldnât take no for an answer,â you lean closer, lowering your voice, âyou know what he told me paige?â
âwhat?â sheâs near breathless, anger still lingering because this guy seems like a douche.
âhe told me heâd fuck me so good if i left with him. said heâd fuck me better than you ever could.â
âfuck off. donât fucking piss me off.â
âhe was cute. maybe-â
âpaige!â
sheâs rutting into you relentlessly, the same way she has been for the past hour. youâve been squeezing around her strap like a vice the entire time from one position to the next.
after you teased paige earlier all she saw was red. she knew it wasnât true, but the fact that you even uttered the words had some insane affect on her. she instantly had you on your back, purple strap heavy between your thighs. ever since then sheâd been thrusting into you, never stopping or letting up unless she was finding a new angle.
sheâd effortlessly coaxed you through three orgasms already and you were definitely feeling the effects. your thighs shook as she held them flush to her body, eyes glued to your face that was twisted together with pleasure.
you were so fucked out you hardly realized your girlfriendâs hand trailed down to the heat between your legs. her thumb rubbed sloppily against your throbbing clit, your eyes shooting open with a pornographic moan. the feeling was overwhelming and made your body shake even worse because, how many times had she done this?
âoh fuck- paige i canât..â
âyeah you can baby. want you to cum for me.â
your orgasm feels different this time, sensitivity heightened and you canât control it. sheâs so deep and sheâs filling you so good, thrusting hard and with so much purpose.
âbet that guy couldnât make you feel this way huh?â
youâre nodding at her words because sheâs right. no one has ever or could ever make you feel better than she does. she knows it.
paige continues stimulating your already over-sensitive bud, pressing harder and faster to match the pace of her hips. you moan out a high-pitched screech and mumble incoherently as your back arches off the bed so much paige has to push you back down. the pressure on your stomach sends you over the edge, sheets tight in your grasp as you finish.
she soothes your sides by running her hands up and down your body, slowing her thrusts but never stopping. youâre attempting to push your body up the bed but her grasp on you is firm and bruising.
âone more baby.â youâre still delirious from the last orgasm and sheâs already speeding up her pace.
fuck her and her cardio.
you finally let go of the sheets, reaching out to push at your girlfriendâs abs. âpaige please, i canât. sâtoo much p.â
sheâs immediately pulling your hands away, pushing them above your head as she leans over to whisper in your ear, âyou can take it.â
sheâs offended that you even suggested you couldnât. her large hands find your hips again, pulling your body further down the bed and onto her silicone dick. your mouth fell open with a moan and you didnât know if it was from the feeling of her splitting you in half or her persistence. probably both.
âtryna push me away,â she groans, âdonât be stupid baby.â
she pulls your legs over her shoulders with urgency as she snaps her hips against your own. the burn is finally catching up with her but she doesnât even care because all she can focus on is you and the way youâre moaning her name.
you gush around her, cum dripping and soaking your sheets. the shake of your body vibrates against paige and encourages her to thrust impossibly faster, a whine escaping past your lips. sheâs too good.
the all-too-familiar feeling forms deep in your abdomen again. you shift your hips, chasing your release as your hips angle down. paigeâs last thrust makes you cry out, the bubble of anticipation for your orgasm popping. even paige moans as she stills because she swears she can feel you throbbing around her.
a sigh escapes you when paige pulls out. you feel incredibly empty after being filled for so long, a quiet whimper sounding through the room at the new feeling.
paige slips the strap off quickly. once she does, she resumes her previous position between your legs. sheâs being gentle as her hands glide over your skin to massage the ache away. itâs a large contrast to her harsh thrusts only minutes ago.
âyou did so good, ready to go again?â
âagain?â youâre in disbelief as her legs slot with your own, leaning back ever-so-slightly so her pussy meshes with your own. the feeling makes your legs twitch and youâre already moaning at the barely-there friction.
âyou didnât think that was it, did you?â
ââčàŒâ§âË.Ë Â· .ŚŚà«ąÂ·Ë àŒ
i hope i did this request justice!!
actually partially spell-checked this time đ€
#paige bueckers#paige buckets#uconn wbb#paige bueckers smut#paige bueckers x reader#uconn huskies#uconn womenâs basketball#lgbtq#lgbtqia#lesbian#paige bueckers x oc#paige bueckers headcannons#paige bueckers fic#paige bueckers imagine#paige x reader#wlw slay#wlw imagine#bisexual
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â” how they would punish you during sex -> hyung line
lost this request my bad!!! but here it is :)
â smut! (mdni)
â ïž spanking, degrading, denying orgasm, nicknames like good girl, baby etc. , hair pulling, cursing, blowjob.
summary: while itâs fun acting like a brat, regret swallows you whole soon.
( hyung line x fem.reader)
heeseung -> this man would NOT let you cum for fucks sake. heeseung is very determined, even your glistening tears rolling down your cheeks, begging him to let you come would not change his mind.
he knew you did it on purpose, acting like a brat all day, even in front of his friends. he had to put you in your place. as soon as the both of you got home, he was already balls deep inside of you, knowing thatâs what you wanted, what you didnât know though is that he would pull his fingers away from your pussy as you were about to reach your climax, how he would retract his cock as soon as he saw you about to cum, this lasted for hours. it turned into to something you would usually enjoy to complete torture.
âplease hee i need- please i need to cum.â you said desperately. barely being able to form a sentence.
âaw is my little baby frustrated? shouldâve thought about that before acting the way you acted today huh?â he chuckled, heâs come many times so he doesnât mind keeping you like this.
âplease please i promise to be a good girl, please i just need to..â
âjust because you apologized, cum baby, cum all over that cock.â you didnât have to be told twice.
jongseong -> jay is normally a very passionate lover when it comes to sex, gentle and sweet, making it all about you. yet when you start acting up, he knows how to fix that.
he becomes a lot more aggressive, spanking you over and over as he fucked you from behind. leaving his hand marks tattooed on your throbbing red asscheek. pulling your hair making sure he could see you fucked out face. he would not allow you to touch him in any way shape or form. even when he switched positions, now fucking you in missionary, your hands would automatically got to his biceps and back, jay instantly smacked your hands away earning whining from you. you needed to touch him, and he sure as fuck knew that. his face cold and emotionless, a complete different person than he usually was.
âaw fuck!! a-ahâ another slap on your ass echoed through the room, you know damn well you wonât be able to sit tommorow.
âthatâs for flirting with that asshole, acting like a slut in front of me.â
âplease baby, let me touch-â
âwhat did i fucking tell you? no touching, or do you not want to cum?â your fingers tangled through your head in frustration.
after though, jay knows youâve learned your lesson, and his kind, gentle persona comes back, making sure to run you a hot bath and making you something to eat after.
sunghoon -> please sunghoon would be so cocky. after wearing the skirt he explicitly told you now to wear in front of the other guys, he knew you wanted to tease him. he could not handle the stares his friends would give you when you walked. they all wanted to fuck you. you knew that. having sunghoon and you leave early and pretty much throw you into bed, manhandling you like a rag doll.
this is what you wanted, right? wrong, completely wrong, this is not what you expected at all. sunghoon was thrusting painfully slow. taking his sweet time entering inch by inch. going in and out of your cunt slower than a snail, driving you insane. you had very little patience, sunghoon, on the other hand did.
you tried moving your hips, trying to fasten the pace, but sunghoon gripped them, stopping them. you groaned, begged even to the point of tears. wanting, no, needing more. sunghoon only laughed in amusement. he rarely saw you like this, so submissive.
âhoonie, iâm begging please, just move a little more, please please i canât take it anymore!â you begged for maybe the 100th time.
âawe, since you asked so nicely baby, iâll grant you that wish.â he said before he slammed into you full force, fucking deep into you, sending you into oblivion. you could see stars.
âpromise youâll never act like that ever again.â sunghoon said.
âno hoon, iâll never do that again, ever!â youâll probably do it again.
jaeyun -> he normally wouldnât punish you but, jake still knew how to frustrate you and ruin sex for you. when he saw you laughing so closely with his friends while practically ignoring his existence, he couldnât wait to get you home, gagging on his cock, gasping for air as he fucked your face.
and thatâs exactly what he did.
it was a lost cause, you felt his tip at the back of your throat, making you gag, while jake would normally not push you all the way, he did today. not caring that you obviously couldnât take him whole and just using your mouth as a hole he could fuck into. the lewd noises of your gagging and moist from all the saliva around his cock drive him insane. but that wasnât it .
while sunghoon moved slowly, jake would not move at all. making you do all the work. at some point it was alright, but you started giving out later. jake knew how to hit the best spots, you couldnât yourself. while riding him, your thighs were burning, not being able to keep up. you collapsed on jakeâs body, more tired than ever. you had yet to cum but your body could physically not do it.
âis my babygirl already tired? â jake said in a mocking tone.
âmhm please baby, help me.â you said breathing heavily in his ear. sending that youâve reached your limit jake finally moved his hips into you. soon grabbing your waist as he thrusted deep inside you, sending you over the edge in just a couple of minutes.
âyouâre only mine, got that? donât ever ignore me again, itâll be worse the next time.â
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i could imagine how soft lando is after a fight and maybe you could write something about lando and reader had a lowkey big fight, and lando decided to join her to the shower (GWSJZHHAHZ) and apologize under the shower before finally creating a steamy scene with the reader
ooooh my god. oh my god.
smut (18+ please!)
send in your lando thoughts
the argument was something stupid. a result of exhaustion and frustration on his end. he hasnât meant to upset you, or yell at you for that matter, but he had. and he felt guilty when you turned on your heels, walking away and leaving him in the kitchen.
you two hadnât seen much of each other the past week and a half. between his traveling, his training schedule and your own calendar, it felt like you were always just missing each other. it felt like you didnât get to spend so much time with the other recently, which was a big deal to you beings heâs hardly home to begin with.
you knew he hadnât really meant to go off, maybe you had caught him at the wrong time. you knew he was tired, wanting nothing more than a simple break. but you couldnât help it. you missed your boyfriend. plain and simple.
he walked into the bedroom, hoping to find you, but instead heard the sound of the shower running in the bathroom. he cracked open the door, stripping off his shirt.
âlando?â
âhmm?â
âwhatâre you doing?â you asked, but you knew what he was doing. he wasnât being very subtle about it.
the shower door opened and he step foot inside with you, curls sticking to his forehead as the water fell onto the two of you, âjoining you, is that alright?â
you nodded, letting his hands find your hips.
âiâm sorry,â he mumbled, letting your back hit his chest, lips brushing against the skin of your shoulder, âfor yelling and getting short with you. i shouldnât have yelled.â
you hummed softly, ââs okay,â
âlet me make it up to you.â
his words lost into the skin of your neck and the sound of the shower water pouring down around you. his hands rested on your tummy, holding you against him as you felt his teeth gently nibble at the skin where your neck meets your collarbone.
âhow do you plan on making it up to me?â
his hands moved down, fingers dipping between your folds as he teased you. you gasped, head falling back against his shoulder as he smiled down at you, ââve got a few ideas.â
âlando,â his name on your tongue sounded heavenly to him.
âyeah, baby,â he said, âtell me what you want. iâm yours.â
you moaned, his teeth gently pulling at your earlobe.
âfuck,â you swallowed, grasping at his forearm. wet from the warm water and his muscles and veins peeking through his perfectly tan skin, âi need you. please,â
he was quick to move his hands to your hips, the two of you finding yourselves situated with your hands on the glass, his one hand on your hip as the other teased himself up and down your slit.
âthis what you want, pretty girl? want me to fuck you up against this shower wall?â
âplease,â you said. and he wouldâve been lying if he said he could deny you like this. spread out and vulnerable, waiting for him to take care of the aching between your thighs that was simply his fault.
âcâmere,â he mumbled, hand wrapping around the base of your throat to pull your head back, your mouth opening in a gasp as he pushed in. no matter how many times heâd have you like this, the stretch and feeling of tightening around him was never not delicious.
âfuck,â he mumbled, slowly moving his hips once you had fully adjusted, âmissed you.â
âi missed you too.â you managed to choke out. his hand was still around your throat and as he picked up his movements, the pressure against the points in your neck became greater and greater. your eyes rolled back as he moaned into your ear.
âi love you,â he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the skin below your ear, âso much.â
âi love you too,â you could barely speak, too drunk off of the way his dick was slamming in and out of you. how good it felt to let him have his way with you.
âso good for me,â his free hand traveled, finding your clit with ease as he began running tight circles against it, âcome for me, baby. you deserve it.â
you moaned his name, making him pick up the pace just a little more as his hips met yours in a consistent pace. the pace that drove you crazy.
soon the coil in your lower belly was threatening to snap, ââm so close, lan.â
âme too, baby,â he said, âgonna come for me? come all over my dick, hmm?â
nothing could compete with his dirty talk and he knew it. watching the way your body convulsed against him, your moans and the way you tightened around him sending him over the edge.
he came with you, moaning into your ear as you tried catching your breath. chest rising and falling as he pulled you back from the shower wall. he carefully slipped out of you, letting you turn around before he placed a kiss on your lips.
between kisses he mumbled against your lips, âhow about we get cleaned up and take this to the bed, hm?â
you nodded, hands finding his curls, âplease.â
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"Please- please-" you raggedly breathe, knees scraping against the hard floor as Satoru dragged you by your wrist, a soft whimper escaping your lips. You had no idea why he had gotten so angry. You have been nothing but good. You're forced to stand up next, hard grip on your hair sure to give you migraines. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry I don't understand-"
This is the first time Satoru has been so silent, it terrifies you, the very marrow of your bones. He is big, tall, looming and so unwavering when he wants to be. Your hurt and panic breaks into a sniffle, lips parted to utter what he'd call a pathetic excuse of an apology. "What did I say, when I said I would be okay with you going out?" He raised a brow, and your pupils wavered in the bone-chilling coldness of his tone. Harsh blue eyes and pursed lips ready to attack his little prey. "Yo- You- you-" Fuck, you're stuttering. Just like you always do when you're scared and panicked. "Yo- You- you-⊠what. Did. I. Say?" Satoru hums, after mocking your tone.
You sniffled, "s-said to me to not go out apart from the estate premises."
"Do I need to make sure you listen to me in a different way?" For Satoru, it's simple. You have tried to run so many times that his patience has worn out, the constant fear of you going away is making him the monster he is now. The outside world is filled with curses, and bad things. You, are a non-sorcerer and you should know better. Besides, after today's incident. He is ready to do anything.
"Why the hell were you outside then?" He yelled, Satoru⊠doesn't really yell. The problem is, a special grade spirit was sighted near the store you decided to go see for yourself. While that's something rare, it's increasing his anxiousness a tenfold. What if you had been there, you had been a bag of fucking bones! "I just- wan' wan' wan'ed you know- I just-"
"Speak to me properly or I will break you in ways you can't take. Wouldn't let you walk for days." That causes you to cry out, why is he overreacting so much! Christ! He already has you here, rotting, against your will. You sobbed, heart racing and breaths shallowing.
Satoru was⊠tolerable⊠you wouldn't call yourself the unluckiest person in the world until today. He had abducted you, but he was never⊠this.
"Canât talk to her or she will have a FUCKING panic attack." His jaw grits, holding you by the neck and pinning you against the wall. Your hands instinctively hold his wrist, but they're meek, sweaty with fear, and powerless. "If I see you step out again, I will kill everyone you hold near since you love watching me helplessly try to make you compliant, without hurting you, no?" Without hurting you⊠yeah right.
You nodded, "W- Won't step out." It's getting harder for you to speak with every second, eyes losing focus and fight or flight kicking in. Satoru's harsh expressions are blurring out, you were passing out.
And you do, fall limp against him. His feet impatiently tapping the floor once he sees you collapse. Another reminder of how you could die in an instant and leave him like Suguru did. A soft sigh escapes him once the throbbing headache kicks in. The high adrenaline calming down and kicking in with brutal headache. He lets you fall on the floor, ignoring the slight bruise in your head at the impact. You should know better. At least this is keeping you from not fucking dying.
He walks away to get the medication for his head, looking at himself in the mirror. He doesn't⊠look like himself. He leans in, watching the colour of his eyes greying. Something's wrong. That's when it kicks in.
Yandere Satoru was influenced by the same special grade curse he had killed. Why else were his thoughts so messy? You had escaped so many times but he always thought you'd just⊠understand one day.
A cold blood rushes through his spine once his cloudy thoughts clear up, and the idea of you passed out on the cold flooring floods him. Satoru has never been more quick to pick you up, cradling you close. Some part of him is happy, you wouldn't run away anymore. Another part of him is unsure if it's him truly thinking it, or if it's the curse's energy tampering with his own. A small part of him wants to die for putting you through this. Satoru Gojo needed to figure this out.
And then⊠he needed to build his relationship with you from scratch once he finds out what you did go out to buy. There were ingredients of his favourite Kikufuku. You were trying to make him⊠Kikufuku.
The small part of him that wanted to die isn't so small anymore. Months, if not weeks, it will take months to get you to love him like this againâŠ
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I WANNA HEAR ABOUT THE COMIC >:))))))
I did warn youâŠ
Okay so idk if a lot of people know this, but Damian was originally given up for adoption right after he was born before his story was reconned.
So in this comic, Damian is 9 years old and in the foster system in Gotham, unknowing who his parents are. Heâs never stays long in a home because heâs very aggressive. Heâs smart though, so he orders a DNA testing kit to hopefully find a relative to take him. Imagine his shock when he finds out his father is Bruce Wayne.
So this 9 year old walks into WE by himself, toddles up to the secretary, and asks to see Bruce Wayne. The secretary is like âhaha okay, let me help you find your parents.â And Damian is like âyou can. My dad is Bruce Wayne.â
And then Tim shows up!! And heâs like, âwhoâs your dad?â
And Damian is suddenly really nervous and shyly passes Tim the DNA test results. Tim looks them over, and Damian thinks heâs going to get turned away. But then Tim smiles at him and asks him if he has time for a drink.
Damian basically explains his life story over a cup of hot chocolate to Tim. Tim listens and tells him that heâll make sure Bruce sees it and gives him his number if he has any questions (Damian doesnât have a phone). Damian gets up to throw out his cup but Tim is like âoh I can throw that out for you. Talk to you soon!â
Cut to the BatCave where Bruce is staring at the DNA test results. Showing him and Talia as the parents. Tim stands behind him. âI doubled and tripled checked.â He says. âNot to mention heâs the spitting image of you.â He mumbles under his breath, knowing that Bruce isnât in the mood for jokes right now. Alfred places some Tylenol beside Bruce using his butler powers to sense his on coming headache.
âAnd you said he walked into the lobby by self?â Bruce asked.
âYeah, he said he took the bus.â
âOh dear,â Alfred comments, âthat is certainly not safe for a boy his age in Gotham. I wonder if his social worker knows about thatâŠâ
So the next morning, Damian finds that heâs out of custody from his foster parents. And heâs like âbut I didnât do anything this time!â And his social workers like âno, theyâre getting charged with child endangerment. We already have a place lined up for you.â
Lo and behold, his new foster home is Wayne Manor. And he meets Bruce for the first time and heâs really nervous. And Bruce has to turn away because he almost starts crying. And Damian asks Alfred if he did something wrong and Alfredâs like âno, heâs just very happy to see you.â
And thatâs basically it. But I also have this idea of how he discovers his Dad is Batman.
He comes downstairs in the early morning for a snack before going back to sleep to find Red Hood raiding their fridge. He runs to Bruce and heâs freaking because fucking RED HOOD broke into their house.
And Bruce groans and is mildly annoyed about and Damian is like â???? Does this happen often????â Bruce brings him downstairs and Red Hood is still there, but making a grilled cheese with his helmet off.
âJay, how many times do we need to tell you know masks in the house?â
âI dunno. How many fucking children are you going to adopt?â He gestures to Damian hiding behind Bruce.
âHe doesnât know yet, Jay. I was going to wait until he was more comfortable.â
Jason is a little sheepish because he did give the kid a bit of a fright, so he turns around to apologize and introduce himself. And instantly is like âholy shit, thatâs a bio kid.â
âLanguage, JayâŠâ
âDonât language me, where the fuck did he come from???â
âWhat is happening??!!â Damian finally yells.
And then Bruce shows him the BatCave.
I did warn you Iâd talk your ear off. I came up with this circa. 2018 - 2019 but I feel like I finally have the skill to draw it. And I honestly fell in love with it again, so I might lol.
Edit: I did it
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