#but I think it's meant to be that way to keep us on our toes

[trrenchertrash]

lotsss of rambling here but in the same vein as this post I think there are a lot of elements in s2 that are facing the same issue with audience perception, especially surrounding vi. arcane is not a melodrama that is meant to spend episodes and episodes dwelling on any one character’s feelings or trauma and trying to heal it all while the larger plot is hurtling towards war. It’s not realistic to expect this show to spend 3 episodes dealing with vi’s feelings during her pitfighter stint and learning that she has value outside of being a protector through a relationship with someone like loris. she pushes him away because she’s not in a place to accept that kind of relationship, and a stranger isn’t going to be able to heal or help her in this state. she was never going to learn anything while she was “passed out at the bottom of a mug” because that isn’t a productive or enlightening place to be. the show establishes where she is, shows us how far she’s spiraled, and then it takes her out of that situation and places her in one where she has the opportunity to discover something that will change that. I keep seeing people say that vi needs to realize that she’s worth more than what she can provide for others, and they’re right — but she was never going to learn that from a stranger, because what she needs is to heal the relationships with the loved ones she already has. the show addresses this when vi asks jinx why she came to get her even though she didn’t really need her help. vi’s perspective and position begin to change as soon as she joins jinx and isha because her relationship with them is the catalyst for the realizations her character needs to have. by contrast ,the imagined scenarios where vi gets taken care of by a stranger are not what she needs, in large part because she as a character would never allow that, which is the point of showing her pushing loris away. he’s trying to help her, but she’s not in a place to be helped by him. what does help her is hearing that jinx came after her despite believing that she didn’t truly need her help. what helps her is being in a position where she does ultimately get to help protect jinx and isha despite that, because it reminds her who she is (hello loss of identity arc) and because it makes her realize that she DOES love jinx and she IS still her sister in spite of everything that has happened. what helps her is being in a position where she has a chance at a do over, being in a position where she gets to choose to trust jinx enough to lower her fists and take a chance on the monster who turns out to be her father. being in a position where she gets her family back. THAT'S the healing vi needs.

something something about how vi is angry enough to punch a hallucination of caitlyn in ep 5, but by the time she actually sees her again in ep 6, all that anger is gone. why? what changed? the answer is everything. during her time as a pitfighter vi has nothing. of course she’s lingering on the loss of the last thing she had to hold on to. but between then and when she actually does see caitlyn again, she’s gone from having nothing to having everything. she has her family back. she has a sense of peace we haven’t seen her have maybe ever before. what happened with caitlyn went from being the center of her world to being nearly inconsequential. that doesn’t mean that caitlyn shouldn’t be held accountable or make amends. she should and I think she will. but it’s also understandable that vi is no longer holding on to those volatile feelings in that moment. because what matters is saving vander and her family and that’s what she’s focused on.

meanwhile jinx gets the focus and development she gets because she’s the character that needs it. she’s the character who is occupying a position that is not sustainable, who still needs to make peace with who she is and the role she wants to have. vi doesn’t get that same kind of development because she doesn’t need it. yes, she doesn’t change much and that’s because she’s the constant, the control in a cast of characters who are pushed to change beyond recognition. but what does change for vi is that by the end of arc 2, she's positioned once more as the hero. and she is a hero. arc 1 has vi in a very passive role for the first time. she's always been a character who makes decisions that push the narrative forward for better or worse, but in arc 1 she doesn't actually make a single decision that truly impacts the story until she stops cait from shooting at jinx and isha. she's vulnerable and scared and sad and she lets herself be led around by cait because she's lost. in arc 2 that isn't the case anymore. she's back to making decisions and she's back to doing what she thinks is right. she defends jinx and isha, she seeks help for vander, she wants to stay and help the commune with jinx, to help heal people from the devastation that's been caused. she bests ambessa because she's able to set her anger aside and collaborate with caitlyn. once again she picks herself up and she keeps trying. of all the characters in the show, vi has done the best job of holding onto her "good heart" despite everything she has endured, which is more than most. there's a reason both vander and caitlyn point this out when no other character is ever assessed in such a way. it doesn't mean that vi never makes mistakes. she does. but she never loses sight of the fact that she's trying to do the right thing while others are consumed by hate or vengeance or fear or confusion. vi is the strongest character in the show; even ambessa points out her resilience. no, i don't mean physically. the fact that vi continues to get up, continues to do what she thinks is right, and is able to let go and forgive after everything she's been through — that's real strength.

one thing I will say is that this show is wholly unpredictable, and I think that's part of the audience response. but the arc is there. the development is there. it may not be the arc the audience was expecting, but honestly? I think it's better.

[kaijutegu]

Beating the Heat while Fat: A Summer Survival Guide

Summer is (almost) here and it’s going to be hotter than ever. If you’re fat (like me), you know how much hot weather sucks. Specifically, we get to deal with fun issues like underboob sweat, chub rub, skin fold sunburn, and more. And while I like to take a body neutral approach to everything, this can be hard in summer thanks to exclusion and neglect.

The thing is that not a lot of people really... talk about these things, though, because that would interfere with our image of summer. Not a lot of companies are marketing their stuff as a solution to fat people’s problems, because that would be acknowledging that fat people might actually want to go outside during summer.

Having been fat for many a summer now, I want to share some of my resources for enjoying summer! These are all based on personal recommendations and things I have directly experienced. Please feel free to reblog and add on with your experiences and recommendations!

However, if your commentary is even remotely fatphobic, you will be blocked and your comments will be deleted. This post is not for you, and nobody is actually interested in what you have to say!

Back and Underboob Sweat

Two words: Gold Bond. Gold Bond fixes this. It comes in powder, stick, and spray form. I’ve used the powder in shoes, but not on my body. They’ve recently released an invisible form of the spray, which I’m very excited about.

Spray this under your breast tissue or other skin folds, or on flat areas of skin like your lower back that tend to sweat. Some of their powders have aloe in them, which is delightfully soothing for the skin.

Make sure that if you’re sensitive to scent, you buy one of the unscented versions. The “fresh” scent is nice, but it is a scent!

When you’re using this type of spray, do it clean but dry. Don’t do it right after a shower- give your skin a chance to dry off. Lift your breast or skin fold, spray underneath, and then hold it for a couple of seconds to let the spray dry down.

You can also use other types of powder, like body powder or baby powder. There’s mixed evidence about talc-containing powder and its link to cancer, but some people do find talcum powder more irritating than talc-free powder, so whether or not you use this is up to you.

Do keep in mind that this is NOT sunscreen! Apply your sunscreen first for areas of exposed skin.

Chub Rub

Dealing with the tops of your thighs rubbing together is extremely unfun. There are a couple of ways I like to deal with this!

Slip Shorts

I actually reviewed a bunch of these a few years ago. Slip shorts or bike shorts are perfect for wearing under dresses or loose-fitting rompers as a way to stop your thighs from rubbing. As a bonus, if you’re using bike shorts, sometimes they come with extra pockets to stash stuff in.

Friction Sticks

If you’re wearing a swimsuit and don’t want to wear shorts, or just don’t want to wear shorts, period, then a friction stick is another good way to avoid chub rub! I have a couple, Bodyglide and Gold Bond.

If you’re buying Bodyglide, they have one that’s just as good, Bodyglide Outdoor, that is sometimes cheaper. There’s a Bodyglide “For Her” which I’ve never tried, but that’s usually more expensive and let’s be real, do you really need to moisturize your inner thighs? I think not!

There’s also creams you can use but I find those messy and less effective than the sticks. You might like them, though! Experiment with products to find the one(s) that work for you.

Friction sticks can also stop foot blisters. Rub a little on your heel, toe, or wherever you get hot spots. 

Dealing With Sweat

I sweat, you sweat, we all sweat. Humans were meant to sweat. Sweating’s a good thing. But that doesn’t mean it’s fun, and frankly I hate being sweaty. Typically, fat people sweat more than thin people, for several reasons related to the way we thermoregulate.

Fortunately, there are lots of ways to make summer sweating less annoying. I’ve written about this before, so you can check out that post for some of my favorite tips for dealing with sweat. Here’s some of the highlights.

Evaporative Cooling

A bandanna or other wrap filled with water crystals can do AMAZING things. You can make this yourself really easily- if you can’t find water crystals, you can just use Orbeez. They sell little 99 cent packs of those in the checkout lines at some stores and at the dollar store, and you can make several cooling wraps with one packet.

You can also get evaporative cooling towels, like Frogg Toggs. I don’t like those as much because they tend to start smelling a little funny, but they’re great for larger area coverage.

Using these will help cool you down and will do the same thing that sweat does– without being sticky.

Hair

If you have long hair, get it off the back of your neck. I used to put it up in a bun with a bun former, but now I just use claw clips. They’re cuter and easier! Seriously, this will help you so much. Get the hair up and away from your skin, you’ll feel so much better.

Hand Fans

I always have a hand fan with me, but not one of the little battery operated ones. I’ve tried a lot of those! I even took one up a mountain once, and it was the only reason I survived. But they never provide the same level of breeze that my folding fan does.

I use this one because it’s cute, and you can get cute ones for a couple bucks on Amazon. I do prefer fabric to the stiff paper ones, just because they’re a bit more durable- I’ve had mine for years now. It’s good.

I’m also not a huge fan of those fans that go around your neck, but I’ve seen many people enjoying them. If they work for you, great!

Hydration and Electrolytes

Carry water with you when you go places, and if you’re gonna be out for a while doing anything strenuous, take some electrolyte tablets with you. I like Nuun because I think they taste good, but there’s lots of brands out there.

There’s no one mineral called electrolyte, just so you know. Electrolytes are a group of minerals that includes sodium, potassium, and chloride as the primary (or significant) electrolytes. Electrolytes are important because they have a natural positive or negative electrical charge when dissolved in water. This electricity is how your nerves transmit information and how your cells make your muscles contract, so low levels of electrolytes can cause some serious issues. Different electrolyte imbalances have different symptoms, but common symptoms include nausea, fatigue, confusion, tremors, muscle spasms (cramps), and dizziness.

If you’re feeling those as you’re moving around outside, get somewhere cool, drink some water, and either eat some food or add electrolyte tablets to your water. This will help stabilize you quickly!

Skin Fold Sunburn Prevention

Everybody should wear sunscreen, period. End of story.

But if you’re applying sunscreen by yourself and you have skin folds, it can be a pain to reach them! This is especially true for any folds that form on your upper back or around your upper arm.

These areas can burn and be very painful, especially if you’re in swimwear or a sleeveless top. It’s also VERY easy to forget that these areas need sunscreen!

If you don’t want or don’t have someone to help you apply those areas you can’t reach, spray sunscreen can be a way to get those areas. If you don’t like the spray or want heavier coverage with a cream, then use a lotion applicator!

If the stick style doesn’t work for you (like if you have shoulder mobility issues), the strap style asks for a different range of motion. If you can’t find one that works for you at a big box store, look at a pharmacy. These are often sold as disability aids or for elderly people with a reduced range of motion.

But honestly, one of the most important things about this is just knowing your body. Know where your skin folds are and think about how they move as you’re applying sunscreen. Get underneath them- as you move, those areas can be exposed to the sun, too.

So yeah, that’s my best advice for beating the heat while fat. If you’ve got other tips, feel free to share them!

[blastoqueen]

Sunrise.

Chapter 2

Rating: Teen and Up

Relationships: Noa x Mae (Kingdom of the Planet of the Apes)

Content warnings: None

Comments: English is not my first language. Sorry if something is wrong.

“What’s that thing on your feet?” Noa asked while he and the human girl walked to the lake the next morning.

“They are called shoes” said the Echo “They protect your feet while you walk”

“Why do you need… to protect them?”

“So they don’t get hurt”

Noa rolled his eyes, it was almost annoying how weak humans were. He had never seen an animal so fragile and needy, only babies were like that. Maybe Mae was a human baby, he hadn’t thought of that. Should he ask her?

Echoes were the most useless creatures he had ever seen, their skin was almost hairless and could easily tear, they could get burn from the sun, the sun! They were unable to climb most of the time and they stink. Why were humans like that? They looked like a bad joke.

Mae noticed the expression in the ape’s face but choose to ignore him. She thought about the evolution of humans and wondered if apes were to evolve. “They are evolving” a voice in her head reminded her “Second by second”. It was terrifying.

How could she explain to Noa that being so fragile was part of their evolution? That human's bodies adapted to being comfortable and their minds used everything around them to build tools. “Our strength is in our minds, not our bodies”.

When the arrived at the lake, the Echo observed the clear water, and she came closer. Noa sat a few meters away and started to eat a peach he brought in his little bag.

“Noa?”

“What?”

“I need privacy”

Noa looked at her, not knowing exactly what she meant.

“Privacy… for what?”

“I´m gonna get clean”

The ape stayed still for a second, but the insistent look in the girl told him he needed to leave. He sighed with annoyance and walked away. Echoes had weird ways of doing things, why would they need privacy to shower? Among apes, that “privacy” was non existing when they took showers, even though they didn’t shower often. They just went under water when they started to smell, and there was no problem if other apes joined.

“Dumb Echoes” Noa thought.

A few minutes later, Noa came back to the lake to take Mae to the village. When he got close, he saw the girl sitting on a rock, washing her naked feet. She was wet from head to toe and Noa noticed that she was not wearing any of her weird clothes.

“You done?” he asked.

Mae screamed and the ape turned his back, ready to fight the thread behind him. However, nothing was there, his look went back to the girl.

“Turn around!” the girl screamed again.

Noa obeyed but found nothing behind him.

“Nothing is there”

The Echoe submerged in the lake, only her head being completely visible from above the water.

“I swear Noa if you don’t turn around…” the furious tone in the human´s voice made the ape rapidly turn and keep his gaze on the trees.

“I don’t understand, Mae”

“I told you I needed privacy!” she was mad, really mad. Noa felt scared, he had never heard the woman scream like that. Was it really such a big deal?

“You took so long; I thought you were finish”

“It was only five minutes, Noa!” he heard Mae getting out of the lake and getting dressed again “When you see someone naked, you turn the fuck around!”.

“Naked?”

“No clothes, Noa!”

Oh, so it was about those stupid pieces of clothing she was wearing. Noa rolled his eyes. It was probably another human custom to be embarrassed of their body. “If I were that ugly, maybe I would cover too” he thought.

“It is normal for animals to not use clothes” the ape said, she could hear the annoyance in his voice.

“I´m not an animal” she said, furious “You are an animal, that’s why you think it´s normal”

Then, Noa got mad. He turned around abruptly and came closer to the already dress woman. When Mae notice this, she backed off, almost hitting the ground by tripping with a wet rock. The ape grabbed her arm before falling and spoke.

“I am ape” his voice became intimidating, the girl wished she had her gun “You are an animal. The only special thing about you… is that you speak. Nobody cares if you are ´naked´. Clothes only make you look like a ridiculous animal”.

Noa let go of the girl, noticing that his hand left a mark in her arm. Mae was speechless, her heart was beating way too fast and became sweaty again, for the first time she felt truly scared of Noa.

“If you want to go back to the village… you know the path”.

In only three second, he was gone.

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When Mae came back to the village, she noticed a few curious looks from the apes and when she got close to the main tower steps, Anaya got in front of her.

“You can not go up” he said shyly, the ape couldn’t even look her in the eyes for more than one second.

Mae sighed “Why?”

“Noa is there. He asked nobody to… interrupt him"

“Could you tell him I need to speak to him?”

“No, no, no, nobody can go up"

“It´s urgent”

“Can´t”

Mae became desperate.

“You know what? Fine. When you see him, tell him I´m gone and that he doesn’t have to worry about me anymore. Thank you for the food”.

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“She is gone?!” Noa screamed.

“I wanted to tell you” Anaya explained. He looked nervous and guilty “You said nobody in the tower” he hated making mistakes, and by the look in the leaders’ face, he made a big one.

Noa got out of the tower and looked around for a horse, it was getting dark. When he grabbed a black horse, a female voice stopped him.

“Noa” it was Soona, she looked worried, anxious. Why was everyone so anxious? He felt like a terrible leader, watching his people became stressed. He was there to make everyone feel safe and happy, why was he failing?

“Let her go” she said.

The female came closer and put her hands on Noas shoulders.

“I can´t” the leader said “She is going to die”

“She can take care of herself”

“Soona…”

Noa was about to cry. He felt an enormous responsibility towards his clan, but at the same time he knew he couldn’t just let Mae run away again. He hated her so much, and at the same time he didn’t.

“Noa” the female whispered, she brought their foreheads together and closed her eyes “Stay with us. Stay with me”

Noa closed his eyes with so much regret, he held Soona’s head carefully.

“I can´t” he said, separating himself from the ape.

He got on the horse and left the village.

He was coming back, he just needed to find the human. Noa wipe away a tear, hearing the cries of his friend left behind.

[yesimwriting]

a/n challengers changed me, so have this drabble <3

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the soft sound of rubber soles making their way across the court startles you more than it should. it's bad enough that you're running so late you had to change in the library bathroom and that you're still putting on your tennis shoes. you don't need anything else making you seem un-together.

"you know..." patrick's closer than you thought he'd be, his racket dangling by his side, just barely scraping the ground you're sitting on. you let your fingers rest between your ankle and the back of your shoe as you look up at him. "you took so long we started to think you were standing us up."

the sentence feels lighthearted, but that doesn't keep unease from prodding at you. your friendship with patrick and art is still new enough that the wrongness of being late feels sharper.

"oh, no," you shake your head slightly in an attempt to emphasize your point. you straighten an arm to rest it on your bent knee. "no, i--the lunch with my sponsors ran long, and i had to change and--" patrick lets you ramble as he bends a knee, slowly moving to sit across from you. he sets down his racket with all the patience in the world, watching you with a lightness behind his eyes that radiates good humor. "and you were joking."

he leans back on one arm before lifting a shoulder in a halfhearted shrug. "a little, but that sponsorship thing..." patrick angles his head to one side in what feels like mock contemplation. "that sounds important, we should consider ourselves lucky that we made it onto your schedule."

his tone leaves your face feeling a little warmer. you let your attention fall back to your shoe. "no, not like that at all."

"well, i feel lucky," he says, "art, do you feel lucky?"

you turn your neck to look back at art. he's closer than you remember, the toe of his shoe so close to your leg that you'd only have to stretch a little to reach him. he lets out soft sigh before sitting next to patrick. "extremely."

the word borders on flat, a pinch of something you can't quite interpret bleeding into the syllables. his attention shifts away from you and towards patrick. maybe you weren't meant to fully understand. after all, they're life long best friends. and while normally encroaching on that kind of dynamic makes you feel like an intruder, with them, everything's always been comfortable.

"don't." you refocus on your shoes, pulling the laces taut between your fingers. "i'm the lucky one, you guys are great."

"and you're amazing." art breathes out the compliment in a way that feels concrete. real. the words don't feel like a necessary step in a polite exchange, they feel genuine. it's the kind of unabashed praise that's hard not to fluster at. "seriously--your backhand, i've never seen anything like it."

you let yourself smile, ignoring the warmth crawling up your chest. "thanks."

before you can dwell on the exchange, patrick leans forward. his fingers carefully bend around your ankle. patrick watches you expectantly as he extends a leg. you release your laces, letting him lift your foot onto his lower thigh.

"patrick."

"what?" patrick's gaze briefly flickers towards art as he crosses your shoe laces. "i'm helping out our girl." he tugs on your laces, neatly looping them. "ignore him, he's jealous."

you squint at him curiously, feeling like you're missing out on some kind of joke. "really? you think he wants to tie my other shoe?"

"i think," patrick secures a snug knot into place, "he wants to do whatever you want him to."

patrick settles a hand over your ankle. you let out a sound that's more a puff of air than a true laugh. "shut up." you lift your foot in a pretend kick. patrick makes a show of releasing your leg, holding up his hand as if to convey innocence. you pull your leg back. "don't make him sound so lame."

"yeah," art echoes, leaning towards patrick, "don't make me sound so lame."

patrick grins as he shoves art's shoulder. he pushes himself to stand with no warning. "c'mon, let's play."

you reach over for your other shoe before bending your leg. it takes no time for you to pull on but before you can adjust the laces, art's by your side. he pulls on your laces until your shoe feels secure. "too tight?"

with the way he's studying you, it takes you a moment too long to react. you shake your head once. "n-no, that's good."

he angles his head downwards, attention returning to your laces. "good."

art smiles as he squeezes your upper calf in an almost startling display of affection. he pushes himself to stand before offering you his hand.

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lmk if you liked this, i have so many thoughts about them

[britany1997]

Fate Yields For No One

Chapter Six

Poly Lost Boys x Max’s Daughter Reader

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FYFNO Masterlist

California 1986

Maria was the one you wanted. You chose her, and you’d do what you had to to keep her. 

Whatever it took.

The sound of her laugh was the sweetest music that had ever graced your ancient ears. You threaded your fingers through hers, dissolving into a fit of giggles as she wiped ice cream from her nose. 

“I would have licked it off!” you protested with a playful pout. 

She shrugged and brushed the icecream against her nose till it was covered once more, “go ahead.” she challenged.

You raised an eyebrow and leaned in, licking the icecream off her button nose. 

Maria gagged playfully, rubbing at her nose. “You are SO gross! I didn’t think you’d actually do it!” 

You doubled over with laughter, “I had to after that! You totally dared me to!” You pouted once more, “besides, is that any way to treat your girlfriend? Do I disgust you?” You threw your hand over your forehead in a dramatic display of faux offense. 

Maria mock gasped, “ah of course not darling,” her hands touched her nose with playful reverence, “I shall never wash this nose again.” 

“Ew,” your nose scrunched. 

She shoved you playfully, “you’re terrible,” she beamed. 

“You love it,” you whispered, your forehead resting on hers. 

“I do,” she whispered back, before moving to capture your lips in a sweet kiss.

David’s eyes narrowed as he took in the sight of you and Maria, too wrapped up in each other to notice he was watching.

He blew out a harsh cloud of smoke, a terrifying smile gracing his face.

“What are we gonna do about…that,” he gestured with his cigarette, before flicking off the butt and grinding it into the dirt.

“Nothing,” Dwayne said firmly, “we’ll only drive her away if we meddle.”

David scoffed.

“Maybe he’s right,” Marko chimed in, “maybe scheming isn’t the answer? How long can she ignore the mate pull anyway, it’s only a matter of time.”

David frowned, “so what? We sit back and watch while our mate parades around the boardwalk with someone else? This is our territory Marko, it’s downright disrespectful what she’s doing.”

Dwayne sighed.

“You’ve been awfully quiet blondie,” David clapped Paul on the back as he hung to the dock railing, staring off at the waves as they crashed over the shore.

“What’s there to say?”

Marko’s face softened and he moved to Paul’s side, hooking his arm through Paul’s.

“What do you mean ‘what’s there to say?’” David frowned.

Paul shrugged.

“You’re giving up? Just like that?” David grit, “you hound us for weeks about this girl and what? You’re just done with her? She’s ours Paul.”

“I can’t…” he took a deep breath, “I can’t stand to see her look at me like she does.”

David fell silent, his arms crossed.

“It’s like that pull between us…it’s like it hurts her,”

“That’s not possible,” David muttered.

“That’s not what I meant,” Paul’s gaze met his. “I don’t wanna hurt her anymore.”

Marko’s hands traced patterns on Paul’s back as he returned to stare out at the waves.

David stomped out his cigarette. “Look, let’s just follow ‘er a bit longer and see what we see.”

“I’m done tailing her,” Dwayne said, “we can’t blackmail someone into loving us.”

“Who said that’s what we’re doing?” David moved to stand toe to toe with Dwayne, “just think of it as gathering info.”

Paul shook his head, huffing a bit, “I’m out,”

“Me too,” Marko added, not meeting David’s eyes.

The boys began to peel off.

“Do what you want David,” Dwayne placed a hand on the bleach blond vampire’s shoulder, “but look at her.” He nodded towards you, and David followed his gaze.

You were smiling brightly, unlike anytime they’d ever seen you. Your fingers intertwined with Maria’s, her lips pressed against your ear, murmuring something that made your smile grow.

“Would you really take that away from her?”

David’s jaw clenched, “we could make her ten times as happy.”

Dwayne shook his head as he walked off towards his bike. Something told him this wasn’t going to end well.

David rolled his eyes as he lit up behind a column while you, finally, kissed Maria good night.

Following the two of you had proved entirely fruitless. Your frequent public displays of affection had only served to increase his ire towards the whole situation.

He’d hate to go home empty handed and face the boys’ smug faces. He hoped that once you were alone, he’d be able to find…something. At this point, he wasn’t even sure what he was looking for.

As Maria drove away, you began to stroll off.

David threw his bike a quick longing look, promising to return for it later, before following the path to your home.

As you walked the trail, David was close behind concealing himself within the trees. He was grateful you were always so lost in your own thoughts, or he was sure your heightened senses would have tipped you off to his presence by now. He smirked, being an apex predator had made you…careless.

The closer you got to your destination, the more familiar the woods seemed to become to David. He knew this path, he’d walked it countless times before.

But you couldn’t be…could you?

But when you strode up to that Max’s front door, his tall form waiting for you in the doorway, tapping his foot impatiently, David couldn’t believe his luck.

Max was your sire. He must be. Traditional, family man, ‘mates are the greatest gifts to vampire kind,’ Max.

David chuckled to himself, the beginnings of a plan forming. You had no idea what you were in for.

As the days passed, you and Maria were closer than ever. It seemed like you spent every one of her waking night hours wrapped in her arms. (Even some of the hours you were meant to be working, but what Max didn’t know certainly wouldn’t hurt him.)

It seemed like David’s gang of misfit vampires had gotten the hint too. You hadn’t seen any trace of the bikers since you’d caught a glimpse of them creeping on your date a few days ago.

Good. They should leave you be.

But when you were with Maria, happy as you were, you couldn’t help the consuming feeling that something wasn’t quite right.

You hated it.

It bubbled up in your chest, like you were going to vomit, but nothing would ever come out. It was like pressure, keeping you on edge when you should be completely at ease. ‘You’re missing something,’ it seemed to whisper, ‘you’re always going to feel this way.’

Again and again, you’d shake it off.

You preferred to lose yourself in the taste of Maria’s lips, the softness of her cheeks, the warmth of her smile.

But that feeling, it always found it’s way back.

You tried to suppress your doubts as you trekked home.

When you arrived at Max’s front door, he wasn’t waiting to greet you.

You frowned, but shrugged it off. Surely he’d just tired of your attitude towards him. You’d figured he’d take the hint sooner or later anyway.

But when you opened the door, you were met with the sight of Max sitting at his dining room table and sipping from a wine glass, full of a liquid you knew was not wine.

He gestured to the empty seat across from him, a matching glass placed in front of the chair. “Sit,” he commanded casually.

Your eyes narrowed, but you obeyed.

He took a long drink from his glass, “you have been spending a lot of time with that Maria girl.”

Your fists clenched, but you willed yourself not to react too strongly. “She’s my coworker, what about it?”

Max set his glass down. “Do you think I’m a fool?”

Your breath hitched. “What’s wrong with me dating?” You asked, “I thought you’d be happy to see me putting down roots.”

“Nothing wrong with dating,” he shrugged, “nothing wrong with dating humans, nothing wrong with dating girls…”

“Then what are we doing here?” your nails dug into your palms as you waited for his reply.

“Because there is something wrong with dating a silly human girl, when you have been blessed with mates.”

You felt like all the air had been knocked from your lungs.

“H-how did you-”

“You thought you could hide this? Please,” Max scoffed, “I have eyes everywhere.”

You were too stunned to speak.

“Do you know what I would do to have a mate?” He hissed, “and look at you, wasting what fate has decided to give you. You really are every bit the ungrateful child I thought you were.”

“So what?” Your anger threatened to spill over, “you’re going to order me not to see her? You’re going to thrall me?”

“Not quite,” Max clasped his hands together, “let me put it this way. If you refuse to break off this little dalliance with Maria, I will kill her.”

“What,” you whispered in shock.

“I’m a vampire,” he stated plainly, “I eat humans remember? As do you?” He gestured at the glass in front of you.

“I have never felt the need to apologize for what I am, and I have never been afraid to use my gifts to get what I want, just as you have.” Max reminded you.

Your mind flashed through every disgustingly wealthy man you had “dated,” drained, and discarded for all those years in Manhattan.

“That’s- it’s- that was different.”

Max hummed, “you may see it that way, but regardless, whatever you had with Maria, it’s over. If you want her to live that is. Doesn’t she have that big family to take care of?”

You pushed away from the table, storming towards the stairs. Before you started to ascend them so you could lock yourself in your room, you turned to face him.

“You’re a monster.”

Max nodded, “maybe, but my dear, so are you.”

You tore your gaze away from his, racing up the stairs and slamming your door.

“I’m only doing what’s best for you!” He called after you.

You laughed bitterly and collapsed onto your bed. For the first time in a long time, you wept.

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Bet Beat Keep [Ep 1]

Pairing : Jungkook & Reader (mc) Genre : Smut / Romance / Thrilling / Dark Summary : Jeon Jungkook is a legendary boxer, currently the best around the city. Even the illegal cage fights he takes place become famous… And your rich boyfriend decides to bet on his next game. JungKook must win no matter what because you are on the line. Will Jungkook win for himself, or will another game begin? ⟪A/N: Do not copy or publish my work on other platforms without my permission. All Rights Reserved. Every and each like & reblog are highly appreciated.⟫

The vale in simple yet clean suit opened my door. I stepped out and glanced around. A slum with faded colors of old buildings. We were so out of place with our fancy clothes. I thought so until walking into the building. People like us were following a hallway. A buff guy checked Jae Hwan's invisible mark with a purple light and opened the door. A small laundromat was behind it. Wondering where this will lead I followed quietly. I reached another small door. Peeking inside I could see the cage with locks in the middle. Blood running cold, I stopped on my track. However before I could form any word, another man cut in. His suit and fedora carried no sign of reliance. "I thought big bets like these were not your thing Song. What happened?" His husky voice filled the thin hallway. Jae Hwan chuckled. I did not like it, because I knew it was not a good sign. "Well you got what you expected now. Stop using your words, use your zeros." The man returned the same sort of chuckle, sinisterly. "Still thinking small Song? How about the beauty you brought?" Jae Hwan arched his eyebrows arrogantly. "You are not laying a finger on her." I felt sick to my stomach. They were talking about me as if I was one of their belongings… As if I was an object. Not being able to stand their immature testosterone war, I walked in. Before I took my seat, I looked for the ladies room, hoping there has to be one. Somehow on my way back, I heard the familiar voice of a male. It was the same man who talked to Jae Hwan. His hands were on each side of the young guy before him. "Listen…. You either win this or I will shove this down your throat… Understand?"

I had no idea about cage fights, but one did not need to be a genius to see the problem. He was going to wear a knuckleduster to destroy his opponent. In this case, it was Jae Hwan's bet. I had to do something if I did not want to end up in the hands of another freak.

Jungkook sat by the bench, listening to the deafening cheers of the crowd. Elites were present, so he had to give them what they wanted. They were thirsty for blood… Torture… Violence… Lives of miserable poor like him were meant for the entertainment. He took a deep breath, starting with his mantra. "Right, Left, Right, Left… Focus" Those whispers faded away when a woman suddenly pulled him back to the small room. The door was closed and Jungkook was stuck between the unfamiliar delicate body and the door frame. Eyes wide, he looked down to the unexpected guest.

I took a step back to create some space between me and the tall man. I finally looked up slowly and instantly regretted my decision. The only thing he had on was a cape along with shorts hanging on his hips. He had long and shaped legs and a muscular body. His chiseled chest and abs along with wide shoulders were literally perfect.

He had the face of an angel with captivating big eyes. Jungkook was also caught off guard. The first thing he noticed was the intoxicating perfume. The classy dress wrapped the beautiful woman’s curves and flowed perfectly. When your eyes met the only thing Jung Kook could think was that you were beautiful… From head to toe.

After a long minute of silence, the confusion kicked in. Closing my eyes I tried to put my thoughts together to explain. "Your… uhm… Your opponent is wearing a knuckleduster to the fight." After hearing those words, Jungkook even had more questions than before. He took a step to the delicate figure before him.

“And how do you know that?”

Since I did not have much time, I rushed the words. "It does not matter. I saw it. Its because of the bet." Jungkook raised one eyebrow questioningly. "How much is it?" I shook my head. "Money? I do not know. The real bet.." I stopped in the mid-sentence when my brain caught up with my mouth. However, Jung Kook's expectant gaze urged me to go on. "...is me." After I explained, I heard the footsteps outside the door. Jae Hwan's voice followed. "Find her!"

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do you think ghosts enjoyed it?

HALLOWEEN SPECIAL

wooyoung + afab!reader

tw: smut (fingering + riding + unprotected sex + cum eating + slight voyeurism + lmk if anything else)

summary: hide and seek at a haunted hospital, but you get a little too scared so wooyoung has to think of a quick way to distract you.

a/n: first and *probably* last time i’m writing smut, i wanted to challenge myself and ended up hating it lol but i worked too hard on it to keep it drafted. KEEP IN MIND ENGLISH IS NOT MY FIRST LANGUAGE! also minors please do NOT interact with this post.

“it’s not too late to leave” you muttered, squeezing wooyoung’s arm as if it was a stress ball. “in fact i think it would be very smart to leave”

wooyoung giggled nervously, squeezing your arm right back. “it’s just a haunted hospital baby, we have to hide long enough and avoid everyone until we reach the back door to the garden���

“woo you are literally shaking” you said as a matter of fact. the scene was rather comical, you both were holding each other, taking one step at a time and shaking from head to toe. “plus if you think about it, losing the game is not that bad when you consider us dying by the hands of a crazy sadistic surgeon ghost”

“first, according to jongho, only patients and maybe some nurses died here. no crazy surgeons. secondly, it’s not about the game itself, it’s about our pride baby! i’m not going to lose my pride over this, and neither will you” wooyound replied, scanning the area to his left.

it all started when yunho suggested to do something fun for halloween. by “fun”, you, wooyoung and mingi thought he meant a night out dressed in hot costumes and getting drunk out of your minds. definitely not this creepy haunted hospital jongho suggested. on top of that, to make things more “fun”, he also suggested to play a game: some sort of hide and seek, where everyone hid except for two people, who had to search for the rest. the thing is, you could only win by reaching the garden at the very back of the building. the searching party would win if they found at least half of the hiding party. the trick? the main route towards the back was blocked by old furniture and some chunks of the roof that fell with the pass of time, so you had to get creative.

the area was dark despite the small flashlight that was given to you. “use it wisely” seonghwa had said before returning to jongho, who was his partner in the search team. jongho knew the place already, so it would be unfair if he played for the hiding team. regarding seonghwa, he lost rock paper scissors. poor hwa, but at least he had jongho with him.

the place was, also, awfully quiet. the only sounds you could hear were your steps and sometimes wind currents whenever you entered a room with windows. “let’s go through that door” wooyoung said, pulling you towards a door to your left. he entered first, shielding you from possible dangers from hypothetical ghosts, but never dropping your hand.

the room was darker than the rest, and it was filled with the smell of humidity. wooyoung pointed the flashlight to scan the room, probably in search of another door. the room had an old, unmade hospital bed, and a big desk filled with unrecognizable liquids in testing tubes along with medical papers. broken glass covered the floor near the bed too. definitely not a pretty sight.

suddenly, the door shut closed behind you, and as reflex you crashed onto wooyoung, tripping in the process. he caught you, hugging you close to his body and pointing the flashlight towards the door. nothing out of the ordinary, but a bookshelf fell down due to you tripping, now blocking the door. between the loud shut, your scream and the fallen bookshelf, you were sure about to get disovered, but that wasn’t wooyoung’s worry right now.

“hey, hey baby it’s okay, look at me, you’re fine” he said, holding you close to his body with one hand and the other cradling your face. you couldn’t stop shaking, and your heart was beating miles per hour. “breathe, it’s okay y/n” wooyoung said, holding your hand against his heart and taking deep breaths with you. thing is, he was nowhere near calm, he had, too, almost shat his pants from fright. your eyes filled with tears, that’s when he knew he had to switch tactics.

so he crashed his lips against yours, hard. your eyes widened in surprise, but after two seconds, you closed them, kissing him back. your lips moved against each other, making you both almost forget where you were. after a while, he broke away, causing you to chase his lips and earning a smirk from him.

“welcome back, my love” he said, pecking you. you rolled your eyes and brought his face back to yours. “shut up and kiss me again, i’m still scared”.

he kissed you again, but this time, slower, sensually. his tongue pressed against your lower lip, and you gladly let him in, as you wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him even more closer than before, if that was even possible. his arms, that rested around your back protectively, slowly slided down towards your ass, hands cupping it and squeezing, earning a low moan from you. his mouth left yours, proceeding to kiss your jaw, and down your neck until he found your soft spot, sucking and biting lightly as to not leave a mark.

“please, woo” you muttered between small gasps. one of his hands traveled from your stomach to your breasts, massaging each one, giving them equally atrention.

“please what?” he asked in between kisses. “please fuck me wooyoung” you said. he smiled against your skin, biting a little harder before lifting his head to look at you.

the hand that was squeezing your ass moved towards your clothed cunt, pressing his fingers hard so you could feel them against the fabric of your jeans, making you moan. “here? when there’s a crazy sadistic ghost surgeon going around?” he asked, pressing his fingers harder and kissing your cheek. you stared at him warningly, not appreciating the way he was teasing you. “your wish is my command, my love”.

he pushed you against the desk, jars and testing tubes clinking. wooyoung quickly undid the button of your jeans and slid them down. his fingers returned to your clothed cunt, rubbing against the fabric in circled motions. “i can feel how wet you already are” he whispered against your ear, making you moan harder. your nails clawed against his jacket, making you realize he was wearing too many clothes. you managed to take his jacket off, throwing it somewhere behind him. after you were done, wooyoung kissed you again, desperately while his hand moved your panties to the side and his fingers entered you, filling you up. he moved them just the way he knew how, while his thumb pressed on your clit, making you moan louder against his mouth.

“baby we are still playing a game, you don’t want jongho and seonghwa to find us right? to find you like this?” he asked, before biting your lower lip. he removed his fingers, causing you to whine at the loss. “answer”

“n-no” you managed to mutter.

he went back to your pussy, playing with your clit while you tried desperately to stop your moans from leaving your mouth. one finger slid back in, curling it before adding a second one, and curling them again. he set a quick pace, making you see stars soon enough. before you could reach your high, he stopped altogether, removing his hand from you.

“wooyoung!” you squaled, earning a laugh from him. “relax baby, i got you” he said, before unbuckling his belt and sliding down his pants along with his boxer. his tip was already leaking with precum, and he pumped his shaft a few times before aligning it against your core. “i always got you” he whispered against your lips, before sliding his head inside, making you both moan against each other.

you hungrily kissed each other while trying to muffle each other’s loud moans while he sled in and out of you, each time going much deeper than the last until he bottomed in completely. you felt so full, so good, and when he started moving again, setting up a constant quick pace you had to bite his neck to contain the loud whines and moans from escaping your mouth. he, on the other hand, had much harder time to shut up.

yes, you would pretty much get discovered soon if he kept it up.

you noticed a chair next to the desk, filled with old papers. so you decided to switch places, pushed him down to it, making him seat down. he quickly chased you and brought you towards his body again, needing to feel your soft gummy walls against his hard cock. he swore if he didn’t he would explode.

you positioned your legs on either sides of his lap, and aligned his cock to your entrance, slowly sliding him in again. you both sighed in relief. his hands flew to your ass, cupping and squeezing just the way you liked it as you bounced on his dick like your life depended on it. to stiffen his moans, he bit harshly on your neck while you bit on your own hand.

the sounds of skin slapping against skin filled the room, and he started bringing you down on him harder now that he was approaching his climax. you were close too, feeling the familiar knot on your lower belly each time his tip kissed your cervix. one of his hands left your ass to rub circles against your clit as he looked up towards you with his mouth opened in an “O” form. he was impossibly close, and you were too.

“let go woo, i got you” you said in between moans, capturing his lips with yours. that’s all he needed to hear, with a hard thrust, he bursted inside you, filling you to the brim. his movements slowed down for a bit, but never stopped, determined to make you cum too. with the last of his energy he thrusted up again, setting a quick pace and moving his fingers against your clit even harder and faster. the combination of the quick pace and the feeling of his cum inside you was enough to make you see stars, reaching your climax.

he stayed inside you for a little bit, as you both tried to catch your breaths. you interlocked eyes, before he kissed you slowly and lovingly.

“did we really just fuck in a haunted hospital?” he whispered, chuckling softly. you hid your face against his neck and said “i cannot believe we just did that!”.

you got up from him and his cum dripped down from you, staining his inner thighs and the papers that he was sitting on. you wiped up the cum from his thighs with your finger and licked it clean. “let’s clean you up before i get stupid hard again and fuck you in every room in this hospital” he said, searching for tissues in his back pockets as he buckled up his belt again.

once you were done, he kissed you one last time, sweetly, before asking if you were ready to leave. when you nodded, he took the flashlight that rested on the hospital bed and took your hand, leading you out.

strange, the hospital wasn’t as scary now and surprisingly you found the exit quick enough.

“finally! i was starting to think you both got killed by ghosts!” san exclaimed dramatically as soon as he caught sight of you. everyone turned towards you two, but their faces quickly changed from relief to confusion as soon as they took notice of the bruises on both of your necks and messy hair.

“did you-“ san atarted, eyes widening. “did you really fuck in there?!”

intense blushes covered your faces, making you look everywhere except your friends in front of you. wooyoung, never letting go of your hand, laughed and exclaimed “do you think ghosts enjoyed the view?”, earning a slap on his arm from you and laughs from the rest.

on the way back home, wooyoung stopped in his tracks, making everyone turn around to face him, questioning.

“i need to go back” he announced. “i left my jacket there”

[oracle-of-dream]

Dinner with Friends

Minors DNI

Summary: Being married to one of the richest men in the country has benefits. He loves you so much that he'd move the sun if it made you happy. But he'd also run over someone if they think they could make you happier than him.

Warning: Top Male Reader, Bathroom Sex, Bottom Winwin, Husbands, Jealous Winwin, Rich Winwin, Possesive Winwin, Creampie, Denied Orgasm, Blowjob

Wordcount: 2.3k

You were sitting in your room, deciding which ring to wear to match your outfit when you heard the front door open.

"Baby! I'm home~" Your husband called out to you from downstairs.

"I'm in the bedroom," You called back.

You kept looking through your jewelry as you heard his footsteps echo through the house. Each drawer in your jewelry box had been filled with beautiful rings as a gift from your husband. Winwin always liked bringing you things when he knew he'd done something to make you upset. As much as you protested about spending so much on you, there was no way you could ever refuse such gifts.

Your husband stepped into the room, his footsteps clicking against the hardwood floor.

You turned to see him followed by one of his assistants with shopping bags. You pointed at them, "What's all this, Winwin?"

"I remembered we're going out for dinner, so I bought us some matching outfits!" He cheered as his assistant placed each bag on the bench inside the closet.

"We are not going out for dinner. I'm going out with my friends from school. We've talked about this, Winwin."

"But–What if I'm not sitting with you? I'll just be at another table!"

"Sicheng. You said you'd let me go to this dinner without you." You kissed his hand, "I know you want to go, but you sometimes get possessive. I don't want you to scare my friends. It's just dinner and I'll be back before you know it."

Winwin deflated at you using his real name. He loved the nickname you gave him and that only you called him that. All his work companions, assistants, and even family members call him by his first name. "But what if I get lonely," His eyes welled up with tears.

"Sicheng! You are not going to cry into having your way this time. I'm putting my foot down about this."

Winwin wiped away his tears as his face hardened, "Well, you still need the chauffeur with you. And one of my assistants, as agreed."

You sighed, "I was hoping you were joking about that. There's no way it'll be a normal dinner with one of your men following me."

"You can't suddenly change our deal! Let's negotiate about not having the assistant go, I'm open to it."

"What's the offer?"

"I go instead."

You shook your head, "Not a chance. The assistant can come with me, but has to stay in the car."

"I arrive late to dinner, so I'm not there for the whole time."

"No. The assistant can come into the restaurant but has to have a seat on the other side of the restaurant."

Winwin threw his hands up, "You're impossible!"

"I'm not, you're just crazy."

"I'm not crazy!" He shouted at you.

You raised an eyebrow, "Are we seriously shouting about this now?"

Winwin sat down on the bed, "N-No, baby. I'm sorry..."

"Let's continue talking nicely."

"I really want to come with you!"

"I know, but you get to be too much sometimes."

"I'll tone it down."

You cocked your head to the side skeptically.

Your husband got on his knees in front of you, "Really! I will, I promise. No nonsense. Just a normal couple."

You knew he wouldn't budge on not going, or he'd pout when you'd come back home. You let out a heavy sigh, "Fine. Show me the outfits you picked out for us."

Winwin cheered as he leaped into your arms, smothering you with soft kisses, "Thank you, baby. You're too good to me!"

You were way too good to him. But if it was enough to keep him happy, and he'd at least try to be civil then you hoped things would go nicely.

The first five outfits were way too over the top. Gucci, Prada, and YXL from head to toe. It was just Winwin's taste, you knew he meant nothing by it. But none of your school friends knew you were married to someone so rich, and none were rich themselves. You needed something more lowkey.

You talked Winwin down to a matching black and brown set of clothes. You had a light brown cardigan with black stripes, a black T-shirt, and black slacks. He wore light brown plaid shorts and a black cropped coat that showed his toned stomach. You wore silver rings while he had a silver necklace and had a manicurist paint his nails.

After getting ready, Winwin called for the driver to take you to the restaurant. But you'd already called a taxi.

"Why are we taking a taxi? We already pay our driver to take you places."

You rubbed his head, "I know, but my friends take taxis. None of them have drivers, and you remember I told you I want things to be normal. This is normal for people who don't have drivers."

Winwin nodded dutifully as he climbed into the taxi, which you held the door for him. The driver took you straight to the restaurant, and Winwin quietly looked out of the non-tinted windows downtown. He'd driven through here multiple times since the business building was nearby, but he never had the time to relax and see everything he was missing. You watched him point out things that dazzled him like a child.

As you arrived at your destination, you opened the door for your husband and led him in to meet your friends. They were already seated since Winwin had taken a long time getting ready.

"Everyone, this is my husband, Sicheng," You introduced him to the group.

Your friends kindly greeted him, and Winwin was shy–clinging to your arm.

Dinner was going well. The table ordered a group-style meal and decided to split the bill evenly. You could feel Winwin squirm in his seat as you told him not to show off, meaning he couldn't offer to pick up the entire bill and tell everyone to order what they wanted.

He was doing rather well, after warming up to them, Winwin would occasionally ask a question or make a joke. But that flew out the window the moment you were involved...

One of your friends, another man, complimented your outfit, "You look so cute, just like in school."

Winwin's hand slid to your thigh under the table, squeezing it gently, "He doesn't tell me about school. What kind of kid was he?"

You tried to turn the conversation, "Guys, I–"

"Oh, the cutest! He was probably the favorite in our school! It was an all-boys school, but he got confessions constantly."

You chewed on your cheek as you felt Winwin's hand bare down on your thigh harder.

"Really!? Well–He is pretty cute, hm?" Winwin pinched your cheek as he laughed with your friends.

Another friend chimed in, "Yeah, even I asked him out at one point, but he turned me down flat out. Said I was like his older brother!"

Now you're fucked.

Winwin was getting playful with your friends, but not in a good way. He smiled, "Oh? So he rejected you, that must've stung. I know he's a catch, but I'm taking good care of him. Better than–"

You slapped his thigh, and a loud pop sounded from under the table, warning him. But Winwin instead took it up a notch, "What!? I am taking good care of you! They know you live at my house right? The one I pay with my money, from my company?"

"Winwin, that's enough."

"I don't think it is–Why don't I buy you all dessert? To show you all how good I treat you, y/n. I'll buy you whatever you want, as much as you want, just point at it."

Your friends took up a menu while you glared at your husband for breaking his promise.

"Don't be mad, babe, they want me to remind them I'm better. Just look at them. I can take care of anything, big or small," Winwin cupped your bulge under the table as he emphasized "big". He winked at you, as his hand tried to undo your belt.

You grabbed his hand and whispered, "Sicheng, stop it!"

"Make me," He whispered into your ear, trying sure to blow into it.

"You're getting out of hand."

"Then maybe you need to help me get straightened out," He moved your hand to cup his cock which was rock hard. Winwin grinded into your hand, while your friends were still distracted with what to order. Winwin's thighs squeezed around your hand as he softly started moaning, letting his eyes roll back as he rutted into your hand.

You pulled him out of his chair and stood up, "I'm sorry, Winwin needs to go to the bathroom. Feel free to order whatever you guys want, we'll catch up."

Winwin smiled lazily as you dragged him into the bathroom, locking the door behind you. Luckily it was a single-person bathroom so you could yell at him alone, but Winwin wasn't very concerned about what you wanted.

"So you can spend all the money, but I can't?"

"You know that's not what I wanted to do."

"And what's up with the guy who used to have a crush on you, and mentioning it in front of me!? He was testing me!"

"No one is testing you, but you are testing me, Sicheng."

"So what if I am," He crossed his arms with a smirk.

"What can I do to make you behave? I want this night to end nicely, please."

Winwin pretended to think before he took your hands and placed them on his ass. "I want you to cum in me, right here and now. To help me remember you're with me. And you're not going anywhere."

"And then you promise to behave?"

He nodded, "If you do that, I'll behave."

You rolled your eyes as you fiddled with your belt, trying to remove it.

Winwin removed it with one finger. "What's the rush, what about foreplay?"

"We can't be gone too long, there are others still at the table."

Winwin pouted, "Can't I suck it, just for a little? Just to make it wet?"

You relented as you watched your husband sink to his knees. He licked down your stomach until his teeth caught your underwear. He pulled them down while looking up at you, his hands taking care of your pants. Your cock jumped out and landed on his face, which made his body twitch in excitement.

"I'm always too happy to see you," He whispered to your cock as he kissed your tip.

Your hand found his hair, tangling into it, "Just to get it wet."

"Of course, but I'll stop when you pull me off. You can tell me when it's wet enough."

Winwin's dark eyes locked with yours as his lips parted around your length. You watched as inch after inch disappeared into his mouth, his face full of happiness as his Adam's apple shifted showing how deep he was taking you. He let his nose rub against your stomach, holding himself down as he swallowed you entirely.

You leaned against a wall to keep your balance, your hand lazily gripped onto Winwin's hair as he bobbed his head. His dark eyebrows shifted under his blonder hair that swept into his face, he was questioning you.

"It... not wet enough," You moaned.

He winked at you as he picked up the pace, from tip to base as his hands worked your balls. Winwin was an expert when it came to you, he could make you cum in five minutes or less if he wanted to, and once he had control then he wouldn't let it go without a fight. You were like clay in his hands as he sucked, squeezed, and licked your cock like candy.

"Oh, fuck, fuck," You moaned as you felt that familiar feeling bubble in your stomach. You snapped out of it, if you came now then Winwin wouldn't stop until he drained you completely. It's happened before.

You pulled on his hair tightly, and a loud moan ripped from his mouth as it was no longer full. Your chest heaved, "It's fucking wet enough."

Winwin smirked, "Are you sure?"

You nodded, "Just turn around already."

Your husband complied, pulling his shorts down and presenting himself to you. He must've been fingering himself the whole time he had you distracted since you slipped into his hole with ease. You filled him to your hilt, getting more desperate moans from him. You were already close to finishing because of the blowjob, all you had to do was cum inside...

You held Winwin by his waist, fucking him without mercy or pace. However hard and fast your body gives it.

Winwin shouted your name, loudly, between moans.

"Oh, y/n, fuck yes! Fuck me, harder!" He demanded as he slammed his hips in time with your thrusts for more impact.

Your body tensed as you hugged Winwin tightly, your mouth in a large "O" as you came, painting his insides. You stopped, catching your breath and wiping the sweat away.

You pulled out immediately, "Okay, we're done."

"What?" Winwin turned to look at you, "I didn't cum yet."

"That wasn't the deal. That's your punishment for misbehaving, and if you're good for the rest of dinner then I'll make sure you cum twice tonight."

He considered your counteroffer, "Three times."

"Whatever, done. Let's just go."

You put your clothes back on, wash your hands, and straighten your looks before leaving the bathroom. The other guests look at you with strange looks.

Winwin shyly smiled, "Maybe I was a bit too loud."

"You think?"

You returned to the table, the air was tense as the food was delivered. There wasn't as much conversation, no questions, and no jokes. After the meal, you apologized to your friends and took a taxi back home.

Winwin ran upstairs, "I'll see you up there! Three times!"

You groaned.

Tonight was going to be a long night...

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So here’s my idea! Sam x Colby x Reader but with temperature play!!

My vision is Sam and Colby both being on the dom side and reader being sub and one of them uses/chooses something really cold like using ice and the other using something hot like wax play candles and they use them at the same time on the reader and its just pure love and smut and filth with maybe a sprinkle of after care?(the reader may go into sub drop???) (Also I kinda imagined her tied up to kinda intensify the sensations but she doesn’t have to be at all!)

Im sorry if this is to specific! I just love your writing and think you would do amazing with this! (Ps if you want not Sam x Colby x Reader requests I have SOOOO many ideas and could send as many as you would like 😂😂)

Tap once for no, twice for yes - EXPLICIT

Summary: Sam and Colby never competed for your love, never once made you feel like one was better than the other. One day, you decided to tease them, whilst they were both not home on separate outings. After sending them saucy photos, you made it officially a competition.

WARNINGS: SMUT 18+, dom!sam, dom!colby, sub!reader. Temperature play, hot wax, ice cubes, READER GOES INTO SUB!SPACE, squirting, slut, whore, princess, baby, swallowing, oral, rough sex, restraints, vibrator, overwhelming multiple orgasms. PURE FILTH! Aftercare.

Not edited. Requests open!

Authors note: I hope you like this! I will be doing a part 2 to this request, where reader goes into sub!drop and uses her safe word. I didn’t want to go too hard/negative for the first story in this book… follow to keep up!

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You sighed as you tossed over in your bed. As you picked up your phone it was only 2:30pm. “Ugh!” You groaned as you tossed once more. 4 more hours until Colby was due home and god knows how long until Sam. It was Saturday, which meant business meetings, personal meetings and so much more. But for you, a Saturday was a day off. You hated Saturdays… but you loved Saturday nights. That moment, Sam and Colby returned home, having missed you as always, and making up for the lost time in every sensual way possible.

As you thought about what you had coming later on, your thighs pressed tightly together, thinking about the basement. Damn, to YouTube their basement was the react channel set, but on the other side of that camera was a sex dungeon. Imagine Christian Grey’s red room times one hundred.

Before you met Sam and Colby, you were what most people say “vanilla”. You hadn’t had many sexual partners who explored all areas in the world of intimacy and pleasure. Once you and the boys became an agreed throuple, Colby wasted no time to introduce you to all new levels of passion. And once Sam got a taste, he couldn’t resist seeing you, obeying their demands, on your knees ready for whatever they wish. You could almost feel their hands tracing your curves, your toes curling as they brought you closer to each and every orgasm.

Suddenly your eyes snapped open, bringing you back to reality. “Fuck.” You breathed out as you felt your body desperate for them, for whatever they had in store for you. Your phone suddenly dinged as you looked down at the text message that flashed on your screen in the group chat named, ‘Our girl’.

Colbs🖤: hey baby, how’s your day going?

You began typing out instantly: it’s okay, I just can’t wait for you to-… Your frown quickly turned to a mischievous smirk as you had a bright idea. You held tightly on the back button as the message quickly disappeared. You jumped out of bed running to your dresser. As you pulled on the top drawer, your eyes fell wide as the range of the hottest lingerie sets. You fumbled through the sets and one pieces until landing on the brand new, laced corset top and matching panties. “Bingo.” You said as you chuckled to yourself. You quickly changed into the beautiful set and you couldn’t lie, you looked fucking hot. You bit your lip as you replied,

You: how long will you both be?

Colby’s typing bubble made your stomach flip in excitement. This was a risky move you were about to pull, this was punishment material. But you couldn’t wait to crumble at their touch.

Colbs🖤: I’m not sure baby… why what’s wrong? Is everything okay?

You smirked, trying to think of the best way to get them home. You walk over to your full length mirror, lowering down onto your knees. You begin to type,

You: I’m just trying my best to resist going down to the basement…

You bit your lip in anticipation as you awaited his reply, or Sam’s. It was less than a minute before Colby’s message appeared.

Colbs🖤: fuck… someone’s horny😂

You chuckled as you read his text, but before you could start type out another message came through.

Sammy❤️: wait, what’s happening?

You giggled as you definitely had both of their attention.

Sammy❤️: don’t you dare go to that basement without us, y/n.

You bit your lip, it was working, and only after one message. You sat back as Colby continued, you admired the way Sam and Colby never fought over you, for love, for sex, for anything.

Colbs🖤: agreed. Don’t y/n, or there will be consequences when we get home.

You rolled your eyes, truly not giving a fuck how badly they gave it to you. You quickly positioned yourself in the mirror as you snapped a photo. You attached the saucy picture of you in your sexy set.

You: either one, or both of you, get home now or I’ll sort myself out…😏

You waited in anticipation as both of their typing bubbles popped up. The messages instantly came through within seconds of each other.

Sammy❤️: y/n what are you doing… I’m in a meeting with the merch team.

Colbs🖤: fuck, you take that off right now. I’m in line to get some lunch.

You giggle to yourself, as you removed the corset, placing your arm across your breasts, taking another photo.

You: okay baby, it’s off😉 fine if you’d rather eat that lunch. Stay there.

You teased knowing Colby hated when you tried to boss him around. As you began typing a reply to Sam, you knew exactly what would get them both.

You: please Sammy, please come home. I need you to feel for yourself, just how soaked I am… 🥺

You waited, as Colby’s bubbles popped up first.

Colbs🖤: I know what you’re trying to do y/n…😒

Sammy❤️: baby… I wish I could, but I don’t think I can get out of this one. Believe me, I want to… so badly😢

You sighed loudly, you had to go further. They needed more convincing.

You: I usually wait for you both, everyday… but if one of you doesn’t get home in the next 20 minutes, I’ll quick frankly make myself cum

You quickly ran to the basement, your need for them intensifying every second. Before they could reply you took a photo of the large 4 poster bed, covered in satin sheets.

You: first one home gets to do whatever the fuck they want to me 😏

A couple of minutes passed and you knew that they were probably on the phone discussing the situation. They never competed.

Colbs🖤: fuck Sam, she’s done it now… you’ve been very bad y/n. You better have yourself on your knees, waiting for us.

Sammy❤️: we’re on our way. First one home gets to show you just how bad you’ve been…

Your eyes lit up in excitement.

You: yes sir.

You quickly headed back up the stairs to grab a lighter for the candles and an ice bucket, accompanied by a bottle of champagne and 3 glasses.

You had heard the front door open as you kneeled in front of the bed, facing your back to the door. Your long hair covering your bare back as you left yourself in just the lace panties. Your body tingled with excitement as you anxiously waited for who ever was about to walk through that door. Sam always went a little bit easier on you. You had them both wrapped around your finger, but you definitely knew Sam’s weak spots. He was easier to break than Colby. You knew you’d pushed them to their patient limits today and lowkey hoped Sam came first for the punishment.

“You’ve been very naughty, y/n.” Colby’s voice echoed through your ears as a smirk spread across your face.

“I would say I’m sorry… but I’m not.” You said cheekily.

“And now she’s back talking?” Sam said with a scoff of disbelief. Your eyes fell wide as you hadn’t heard the both of them arriving.

Colby smirked at Sam before slowly walking around to stand in front of you. Your eyes still facing forward, not looking up at him. Colby slowly placed his fingers below your chin, lifting your gaze to meet his. “You tried to make us compete for you, y/n… and that is our number one rule…” Colby said his voice low.

You tried so hard to fight back a smile, “I’m sorry…” you said softly.

Sam sighed from behind you, as you began to walk around to join Colby, “you can apologise by being a good girl for us… now get onto the bed and keep that pretty little mouth shut.” Sam said, his voice demanding and dominant, taking you by surprise. Damn, you really had pushed all their buttons. ‘Oh shit.�� You thought to yourself. You nodded before stand up and climbing onto the bed, sitting in the centre facing the boys who were now stripping down to their underwear.

“Lie down.” Colby demanded as you instantly laid your head back. Your heart beating a million miles per minute as you stared up at the ceiling.

Suddenly, both Sam and Colby appeared either side of you. Restraints in hand. “We had no control today…” Colby said with a slightly annoyed tone.

“I thinks it’s time we reimplemented who is in control here.” Sam continued as your body squirmed at their touch. You nodded slowly as they took one arm, and one leg each wrapping your wrists and ankles in the leather, strapping each of your limbs to a corner of the bed. You tried to close your legs, your thighs desperate to squeeze together as your panties grew even wetter, but it was no use.

Colby stood tall as he walked back up to your head, a red satin blindfold in hand, “you treat us differently.” He said softly as he placed the blindfold over your eyes. “Like we’re polar opposites.”

You swallowed hard full of a mixture of excitement and nerves.

“So I think we should show you, the effect polar opposites can have on you.” Sam said with a smirk.

Sam and Colby looked at each other before nodding with smiles. “What’s your safe word?” Colby asked as your breath shook.

“Red.” You whispered.

“Louder.” Sam said firmly sending shivers down your entire body.

You obeyed instantly, “red.” You spoke clearly.

“Good girl.” Sam said softly.

Colby picked up a candle from the dresser that you had lit. He walked over to the bed as Sam bit his lip, ready to watch the pleasure radiate through your body. “Sam… I think our little slut here needs her pussy eaten.” Colby said as Sam licked his lips. “She’s so desperate, look at her.” Sam couldn’t help but smile at your squirming body, stretched out across the bed as your knees tried their hardest to close.

“Always so desperate.” Sam said as he moved to the bottom of the bed, between your restrained legs. Sam looked up at your panties, he could see just how wet you were through the Lacey material. “Such a slut, you’ll do anything for us to fuck you senseless.” Sam smirked as he spoke watching how his words made your clit ache even more.

Colby leaned down by your head as he spoke softly, “do you want Sam to taste you, baby?” He asked. You nodded your head as Colby shook his, “words baby. Tell Sam exactly what you want.”

Sam’s hands suddenly touched your legs, as he slowly dragged them higher and higher, across your thigh towards your pelvis. “P- please Sammy. Please taste me.” You begged. You could feel your core pulsating at the thought of it.

Sam looked up at Colby from between your thighs as Colby nodded. Sam wasted no time, moving your panties to the side and connected his lips with your clit, sucking and swirling his tongue instantly.

Your back arched off the bed in pleasure, the feeling of Sam’s mouth working away on your core was like a dream.

“Fuck baby, you are soaked…” Sam groaned against your core as Colby licked his lips at how your body moved.

“You know those photos got me all hot baby…” Colby said looking at the candle in his hand. “And you’re going to get just as hot and bothered as I was…” Colby bit his lip as Sam’s eyes looked up at him, his mouth still devouring you. “Remember to use your safe word if you need to.” Colby reminded us as suddenly he tilted the candle over your torso. The hot wax hitting your skin as you moaned louder, a string of curse words leaving your mouth. You felt a knot in your stomach as the hot wax trailed down your body and Sam’s tongue entered your core.

“Fuck!” You cried out as Colby looked down on you and Sam gripped your hips, holding you in place.

“You thought you were so smart to tease us…” Colby grunted as he continued to pour once again, “using your body like a little whore.” His voice sent you over the edge, your orgasm hitting you full speed as you suddenly covered Sam’s face in your juices.

“Fuck baby…” Sam gasped as he sucked you up, “little warning next time?”

You breathed heavily as your heart beat strong and your body shook uncontrollably, “I’m-I’m so sorry.” You moaned out.

“You will be…” Colby grunted as Sam stood up from between your legs. “I’m going to fuck you so hard you won’t be able to walk tomorrow.” Colby said, his voice even lower as his hard cock was finally freed from his boxers.

Colby didn’t give you a chance to recover, he wanted to take out his frustrations in the best way he knew how to, making you cum, again… and again… and again. Colby lined himself up, hovering above you. He suddenly pushed himself deep inside of you as you cried out. “Fuck Colby!” Your eyes rolled to the back of your head beneath the blindfold as your stomach was in knots once again.

Sam walked over to the ice bucket with the champagne, taking out 2 ice cubes. “After all that wax, you must be a little hot there baby…” Sam said with a smirk. Colby groaned loudly as he fucked you. You could hardly take in what Sam was saying as Colby hit your g-spot with his dick every time he pushed deep inside of you.

Sam climbed up onto the bed after removing his boxers, positioning himself up near your head. As Colby pounded into you, Sam took the two ice cubes as your body froze as the two ice cubes were placed on your nipples. “Oh shit!” You cried out, your back arching once again. Sam began to move around your chest, the ice leaving freezing cold trails of water.

“Fuck baby, you feel so good.” Colby groaned as his face scrunched from the pleasure of your walls wrapped around him. He suddenly sat up slightly, positioning himself so he could continue to fuck you whilst grabbing the candle.

“If you’re going to treat us like opposites, then we’re going to treat you with opposites.” Sam breathed heavily as Colby bit his lip starting to pour some of the hot wax once again. The feeling of both the hot and cold touching your body was sending your senses into overdrive, your head becoming lightheaded with pleasure as you moaned louder.

Suddenly you felt that knot about to explode, “fuck… I’m gonna cum!” You cried out, trying to give them warning this time.

Sam suddenly leaned down, the ice pressed back onto your nipples as the hot wax trickled down your stomach, “cum baby. That’s our good girl.”

“Fuckkkk.” You groaned as you came once again, your body exploding into a whole new world of ecstasy.

“That’s it baby.” Colby groaned louder, but he didn’t stop, he continued to pound into you at a strong pace, not allowing you a second to cool down. “Now be a good girl and open up for Sam.” Colby demanded as you parted your lips. You could cry from the feeling they were giving you, the pleasure, the passion, the overwhelming mix of emotions.

Sam positioned his cock against your lips, “wider.” He said his voice horse. You quickly dropped your jaw as Sam pushed the head of his cock into your mouth, “fuck, princess.” He moaned.

Colby watched as Sam began to fuck your mouth as you continued to get thrusted into by him. “God she’s such a slut for us Sam” Colby said between moans.

“She’s our slut… our girl.” Sam moaned as he pushed his cock further into your mouth hitting the back of your throat.

Colby threw the candle aside as he picked up a vibrator that rested on the edge of the bed. He turned it on full whack immediately as he quickly put it against your throbbing clit. You moaned louder against Sam’s cock as he threw his head back from the feeling. Out of nowhere a surprise orgasm hit you like a ton of bricks as you squirted all over Colby's cock. He pulled out for a moment as you sprayed him and covered the sheets, leaving a puddle.

“Fuck baby girl.” Colby said as he breathed heavily, his eyes wide at the sight. He suddenly re-entered you as he began thrusting harder and faster than ever, the vibrator instantly back in place. Your body was exhausted, you were afraid of how much more it could take.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum… and you’re going to swallow every bit.” Sam said as he ran his fingers into your hair. You nodded slowly, hardly able to move from the lack of control on your body.

“Me too.” Colby grunted louder as he pounded fast. “One more time baby, you can do it.” He said as he pressed the vibrator harder against your clit. You felt as you walls clenched around Colby once again, your back arching off the bed as Sam leaned across and grabbed a handful of ice cubes, dropping them all onto your body as you cried out louder.

Sam twitched in your mouth, “fuck…” he ground as he suddenly came filling up your through with his hot cum. He pulled out slowly as you lifted your head slightly to swallow. “That’s a good girl.” Suddenly your body was once again filled with pleasure from head to toe, your entrance begging for some relief, for a break as you came once again.

“Fuck Colby! Cum… please cum!” You cried out. As Colby looked up at your scrunched up face.

“You got it princess.” He grunted as he pounded deeper into you one last time fucking you harder than ever, he was right, there was no way you were going to be able to walk. “Fuck y/n.” He shouted as he pulled out spilling his cum all over your lower stomach.

Everything went silent. Apart from the sounds of you all panting. Sam instantly jumped off the bed, grabbing a towel to clean you off. You couldn’t help it, you completely disappeared, reverting into sub space. Your mind escaping to a place of quiet, happiness and calm. Your body lay still, your heart pounding. “Are you okay baby?” Sam said but you didn’t respond. He looked at Colby, they both knew exactly what was happening before they both jumped into action unbuckling the restraints and your body was completely limp.

Colby kneeled next to you on the bed, taking the blindfold off slowly, “baby?” He said softly, but your eyes looked as though you were no longer there. He looked up at Sam, this has happened before but it never worries them any less.

Sam crouched the other side as he took your hand, “y/n… y/n can you hear me? Tap once for no, twice for yes.” He said concerned.

Suddenly he felt two small taps on his hand from your index finger. They both sighed in relief. Colby reached up to stroke your hair as he used his other hand to take yours. “Do you want us to take you upstairs, princess?” He smiled as he felt two small taps on his hand.

Sam jumped up, grabbing a blanket as he wrapped it around you, your whole body no longer in action. Inside your mind, you knew what was happening but it was as though you completely disconnected from your body. Colby picked up, bridal style, the blanket wrapped rightly around you. He walked you up to your bedroom, he slowly lowered you to the bed, beneath the covers. “Do you want us to leave you baby?” He asked reluctantly as he knew sometimes you preferred to be alone when you went into subspace. Suddenly he felt a small tap on his hand. No, thank god. Colby climbed into bed with you, as Sam entered the room, water and food in hand ready for when you came back to them. Colby place you on his chest as Sam climbed in the bed on the other side of you. He leaned down kissing your cheek.

“Do you still love us, baby?” He said with a smirk as he always did when this happened, he chuckled as he felt two taps. “Good.” He kissed you once more before sitting against the headboard as Colby did, your hand held tightly in his.

“Take your time baby…” Colby whispered, “we’ll be here when you’re ready.” He kissed the top of your head as you tapped the both of them twice. Sam and Colby looked at each other with a sigh, as even though you loved the sex you all had, they always felt guilty when this happened. No matter how many times you tell them it’s not their fault.

Sam picked up the remote control as he headed onto Netflix and began to play your comfort movie. Both of them holding tightly onto your hands as your head lay comfortably on Colby’s chest. “We love you.” Colby said, honestly.

“So much.” Sam added as you tapped them both twice. You laid there, allowing your body to relax ready for you to come back to reality.

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Sitting on charlie swan's lap trying to get his attention/distracting him or just talking about yor day.

PATIENCE | C.S.

word count: 0.6k

warnings: age gap, talk about getting married, quickly proofread, hoping tumblr doesn't screw up my ending again

"I want to marry you," you hummed from Charlie's lap, fingers digging through his beard as you cupped his face lightly in your hands. If the man hadn't been caught by surprise by you settling right on his lap without a single word, that little statement certainly did it. He lost all interest in the game he'd been watching, abandoning his beer on the table next to him, hand instead moving to your back to support you.

"You do now?" his tone was curious giving away just how intrigued you had him with such a simple sentence, bringing it up just as easily as you'd remind him to stop for milk before coming home from the station.

"I do," you nodded and sighed, in thought as if you were picturing it, tuning out the details, and then you smiled, holding onto him a little tighter and he didn't mind, simply adoring the sight of you dreaming wide awake. "Nothing fancy, just us two and Bella, maybe Edward, definitely Billy and Jacob," you were moving, shifting so you were almost straddling him, truly the only comfortable one but he was willing to wait it out. "We can go down to city hall and I can wear a pretty white dress with big poofy sleeves and we can go to the diner afterward to have pie instead of cake, we could have our first dance as husband and wife right in this living room."

"You don't think you deserve more than that?" his hand was brushing up and down your back, soothing you, telling you that you had all of his attention, telling you to keep going.

"More than you?" you shook your head, unimpressed by the foolishness of the question, how could he think a future with him wasn't more than you'd ever deserved to begin with, let alone that you'd need more. "Got any ideas for our song?" you quipped and he shrugged, fighting a smile when you moved your hands to his head, threading through his hair as you gave your own question some thought.

"Something from the sixties," he beat you to it and the smile that dipped into your lips proved that he was on the right track. "Though I don't think it matters, I'll step on your toes no matter what," you giggled, he was very right but you didn't think you'd mind if he did.

"We'd be barefoot," you informed him, happy to edit your little dream to make it perfect. "So it wouldn't hurt as much," you added and he smiled, he didn't dare hide it, happy to see you happy, knowing that after the week you'd had, seeing you like this meant the stress was fading.

"Sweetheart," he almost purred and the softness of his voice made you shiver, leaning into him, elbows on his shoulders as you nodded to make him continue. "Is this a proposal?" he pressed and you bit your lip, considering it, and that was where your perfect plan reached a plot hole, you never decided on that part.

"Maybe," you shrugged and then shook your head. "No, it's not," you decided and you weren't all that happy to hear a car pull up in the driveway, Bella coming home from a night out with Edward. "Don't think we're ready yet, but I know we'll be ready one day," you explained and it was ridiculous, the way you wanted to melt into his arms even more, feeling silly for how sure you sounded of yourself but it made him fall in love with you even more, as simple as it was, as silly as it was, as clear as you could see your little wedding day, the future he saw with you was just as clear, now more than ever.

"And what if I'm ready now?" you bit your lip, wishing there was a way to make time stop for just a few more minutes so you could appreciate this moment with him as you tried to figure out what exactly you'd done to get so very lucky.

"Then you'll just have to be patient, Chief Swan," the kiss you gave him wasn't at all long enough for his liking and he wasn't at all impressed when the front door swung open and robbed him of you, your hand lingering in his hair for barely a second before you were skipping to the kitchen. "Hi, Bells," you sang as the teenager came into the house, met by the sight of you holding a plate full of brownies you'd baked earlier, something sweet that you needed after a long week and you were sure she needed them too. "You hungry?" you were already pulling out a little plate from the cupboard so there wasn't really a choice in the matter as she nodded.

Bella squeezed her father's shoulder as she passed him on her way to you, earning a mumbled greeting as he tried to focus on the game he was so entirely captivated by just a few minutes before but it was harder than he thought it would be. You jumped onto the counter listening to every word of Bella explaining her date in a whisper while nibbling at the chocolate treat but you were more than ready to lock eyes with Charlie as he turned around to meet your gaze.

"Marry me," he mouthed with a lovesick look, one you'd only gotten the chance to see on very rare occasions and you had to bite back a giggle as you shook your head with a slight shrug and a daring smile.

"Soon," you mouthed in reply and when he turned back to the television with a soft sigh his attention was further from football than ever before because if this was what his future would look like then he wasn't sure just how patient he could be.

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A Very Monstrous Kinktober (2024) Day 14 - Corruption

Kink: Corruption

Pairing: F!Reader x F!Demon

Other Kinks: Fingering, Nipple Play, Kitty Sucking

Warnings: Dubious Consent (Reader is naive), Religious Guilt

Word Count: 1316 words

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You should’ve known she’d be a bad influence.

You should’ve known the minute she greeted her new roommate so excitedly, her hand lingering too long on your shoulders. The way her gaze would linger when you changed into your pajamas every night. The way she’d come out of the shower naked as the day she was born, insisting it was ‘fine’ because ‘it’s just the two of us’ anyways.

You should’ve known when your heart started skipping beats every time she rubbed the back of your neck. When your eyes started to linger when she went out for the night in her crop tops and short-shorts, looking far from modest. You should’ve known when she snuggled into the twin bed for a ‘girls movie night’ and laid her leg over yours, your nightgowns scrunching up as she moved closer and closer. And especially when you don’t stop her hand as it pushes up the thin lace, and rubs at your inner thigh.

“It’s nothing bad.” Magda’s voice is an inch away from your ear, her nose practically against your cheek as she snaps the waistband of your sleep panties. Her chuckle when you flinch is downright devious, fully aware of the affect she’s having. “We’re just two girls, having fun? Is there anything wrong with that?”

“But-”

“It’s not like it’s sex.” She purrs, the dirty word making your cheeks go hot. “There’s nothing that says it’s wrong to just…touch down there.”

You could think of several sermons your received as a pubescent girl that said otherwise, but the way Magda runs her thumb down your slit keeps those thoughts far away. A wet spot has already formed at the crotch, your untouched pussy practically jumping at every stroke of her fingers. 

“I g-guess that’s true.” You whisper under your breath, eyes transfixed with the longer fingers now slipping into your panties, treading a slow dangerous path to your sacred entrance. “It’s just…like a massage.”

“Exactly.” Magda nips at your ear lobe, pointer and middle finger now spreading apart your slick pussy lips. Your hole clenches around nothing, a deep ache settling into your stomach. They move back to pull at your labial hood, her forefinger pressing down on that sensitive spot you discovered long ago. The one that fires up when you ride a bike, or when you’d press yourself against the corner of the washing machine. “You’ve been studying so hard, let your roommate help you relax.”

You sink into your pillows as her thumb begins to massage your clitoris, though you have no idea what that means. All you know is that the knots of stress in your spine have begun to unwind, washed away by the waves of pressure coming from your core.

“It’s so wet.” You gasp, hearing the sounds of your essence squelching on her fingers.

“That means it's working.” Magda presses forward and kisses your jaw, sending a shiver all the way down to your toes.

It’s just a kiss. People harmlessly kiss each other on the cheek all the time. It’s not sinful, just friendly.

The noises you let out aren’t holy when Magda grabs onto your breast through the fabric, flicking across your nipple with your thumb. She’s sitting up now, perched over your slack form and leaning into your neck. Her nightgown presses against yours.

Breasts were given to us to feed our children. They are meant to be touched, they’re holy.

Magda’s kisses go from pecks to open-mouthed, sucking on your neck and leaving bruises. The fingers on your pussy have reoriented, her thumb now circling your clit as her two fingers prod at your hole. You let out another gasp, and Magda takes this chance to kiss you on the mouth. Canines knick at your bottom lip, making them flush with blood.

Europeans kiss each other on the mouth right? Even with their family. It’s not a sin to kiss.

You wonder if they kiss with as much tongue as Magda does, practically bruising your mouth. The fingers circling your sacred entrance begin to push through, aided with your wetness.

“M-magda.” You moan in between kisses. “My hymen-”

“Won’t be broken by a couple fingers.” Magda forces you back into another kiss, lidded eyes watching your innocence fade away. “So it’s like nothing even happened.”

Yes. Yes, that sounds about right.

Two fingers sink inside you, the unfamiliar fullness having you gasp into Magda’s mouth. You can feel her smirking, hear the shlick as her fingers glide unintended into your sacred cunt. She rubs the base of her palm on that sensitive button, has you humping into her grip as she scissors her digits outward and spreads you wide. The pads quickly find a spongy spot on your inner walls, pressing down as her palm presses onto your clit.

“That;s it, just-” Magda thrust her fingers in hard, sparks flying behind your eyes, “-relax.” 

Magda nuzzles her head back into your neck, free hand palming at your tits as your mouth falls open. Nothing has ever felt like this before, has never had your whole body throbbing and wanton. Your legs lay wide and your back arches against Magda’s thrusts, chasing a high you never even knew existed.

“Ooh, Magda.” You whine, knotting a hand into the base of her skull and pushing her deeper into you neck. She’s moved from sucking to biting, the thought of the marks all over you tomorrow are far from your mind. All you care about right now is her and the pleasure, Magda and the sweet release she promises.

The feelings are overwhelming, your eyes clenched shut, you don’t notice the way she shifts. The way her teeth get a little sharper, the way her pupils go slit and irises fade to yellow. You don’t notice her lengthening shadow, with a wide smirk, horns and a flickering tail. 

“My sweet girl.” Magda says with a voice unbefitting of a college student, refined and aged like an expensive red wine. “You’ve been so good for me. Can you do something else for me?”

Her halting fingers are enough to bring you back to reality, desperately nodding. You’ve forgotten all your lessons on not making deals with evil, no matter the power they offer.

“Suck on these.”

Magda grabs your cheeks, forcing your eyes to open. She’s pulled down her nightgown and left herself bare chested, her breasts now pressed into your cheeks. They are beautiful and soft, so tasty looking.

They are..holy.

You latch on without a second though, your untrained mouth scraping teeth against her nipple. But the pain is exactly what Magda wants, her moans stuttering and smug.

“Good girl.”

You nuzzle your face into her cleavage as she starts fingering you again, that fire easily reignited as her thumb resumes its movements on your clit. Without even asking you reach and grab Magda’s free nipple, palming it as she did to yours. They’re as soft as you imagined.

“How quickly you learn, girl.” Magda simpers, fingers punishing in their pace on your insides. “How terrible it is to keep all this bottled up. Don’t you agree?”

You nod desperately, still sucking on her boob as you writhe against her fingers. Something is on the precipice, something you need, desperately.

“Then cum for me, ___. Cum all over my palm.”

It’s the magic word that seals the spell, your body seizing as that climax hits, moans reverberating Magda;s tits as you cum exactly as she asks. Your vision goes blurry, fingers feeling numb as the aftershocks ride you to oblivion.

You fall onto the bed more liquid than human, a puddle of relaxation as you suck in air into your mouth. Magda unsheaths her fingers but still lays atop you, breasts pressed against yours. She kisses your cheek, like a lover, not a friend.

“I have so much more to teach you, lovely.”

[onskepa]

When I was little and when my other siblings weren’t home and it was just me and my mom we would press our feet together to make this kind of border and just roll dice and whoever got the most points would win while we would eat a cup of animal crackers with milk, just having fun together and relax at home. Do you think you can do something with this for a Neytiri x daughter reader? 💞💞💞

Honestly that is such a cute memory to recall. Hopefully this brings you happy memories of your mom! Enjoy!

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Uvan

“Ok we are heading out tiri” Jake calls to his mate as he and his sons go out to join the hunting party. Saying their goodbye they leave. Not long after them, Kiri and tuk left to join their grandmother to assist her. That leaves Neytiri and her daughter, Uvan, alone in their home. 

“What shall we do today ma’ite?” Neytiri asks her daughter as she plays with her hair. Uvan, basking in her mother’s attention, had an idea. 

“”Battle of the jerky!” uvan cheers excitedly. Neytiri agrees and both collect the needed items for their little game. 

The game in question is simple, they press their feet against each other with a rope under them to act as a boarder. With a little shiny rock gifted by norm, they determine who wins by the numbers on the rock. Person with the most points win jake’s greatest masterpiece. Yerik meat jerky. 

Yerik meat is delicious and can be cooked in many ways. But jerky meat is a specialty jake created and now its a treat glorified in the sully family. It's not often he can make it, which is why it is a highly prized treat.

“Ma’ite, you are not playing fair” neytiri says in between her giggles. Her sweet child just lays there smiling innocently. 

“I have no idea what you mean sa’nok” uvan replies. But she knows what she is doing. Taking advantage of her smaller feet, she can wiggle her toes to tickle neytiri’s feet, making her having fits of giggles. 

Seeing as it was her turn, uvan rolls the shiny rock, taking a good look at what side it will land. “Aaaaaaaaand 5! Yes! Two more turns and I will reach 10!” ovan cheers. Perhaps a bit too early. 

Neytiri smirks at her daughter, “are you certain?” she asks. Taking her turn at rolling the rock, the mother smiles. 

“9” 

“Awwwwwwww” uvan pouted. Slighting glaring at her mother who takes three pieces of jerky into her mouth, “yum”. 

“Another round! I shall have my jerky!”

Time meant nothing between uvan and neytiri. All day they remained on the matted floor playing their little game. Scores meant nothing now, if anything it just made the game seem more fun. But it had to come to an end when their family returned from their own activities for the day. 

“Woa, what is going on? Battle of the feets?” Jake asks as he enters the home with his sons and daughters. 

Uvan laughs it off as she pushes her mothers feet away. 

“Even better! Its the battle for the jerky! Na’vi with the most points gets all the jerky!” she replies as she points to the shiny rock. 

“Who’s winning?” tuk asks, wanting to join in. 

Uvan makes a frowning look, pointing at her mother. “Sa’nok” she said plainly, neytiri just smiling innocently. “Which is not fair! You are bigger and stronger mama!” Uvan complains. Neytiri chuckles, “keep trying ma’ite” she coos. 

Lo’ak bends down behind uvan grinning like a little gremlin. “You are going to let mom win? Dont you want that good meat?” he teases. Uvan looks back at him and back at her mom. “No?” she said more like in the form of a question. 

Shaking her shoulders, lo’ak adds more encouragement, “then add more force!! Dont let her win!”. 

Tuk joins in by adding her words of encouragement, uvan tries again. Add more force into her feet, trying to push her mother on her side of the rope border. Neytiri seeing this, seeing uvan have more focus on her face, she presses more force with ease. 

“UVAN! UVAN UVAN UVAN!!” her siblings cheer. 

“Come…..on!!” Using all her might, she pushed forward only to slip and lose grip. Both neytiri and uvan’s legs sliding on each side. 

“Did she win??” tuk asks. 

“Iets consider this a tie” jake announces. “Besides, I hunted a good yerik today, there will be plenty of that jerky you guys are addicted to.”

The fire cackles and little sparks fly. The stripes of yerik meat haging to try in a slow process. Everyone circles around it, allured by its blazing light. Neytiri sits beside uvan, giving her the last pieces of yerik jerky. 

“I'm proud of you uvan” she says as she gives daughter a kiss on her cheek. 

Uvan look up at her, “it was only a game mama”. 

Stroking her hair, neytiri places her cheek on her head, “yes but you did not give up. Showing determination and fierce strength. Your brothers and sisters cheering for you. I am happy you gather strength from that” 

Uvan snuggles more as she enjoys her treat. 

“Oh, I almost forgot, here” 

Neytiri hands uvan a bowl of…

“Yovo juice! YES!!” 

It was a perfect way to end an eventful day. 

It was short but sweet! Hope you all liked this one! Until next time! see ya!

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Uvan = game

[strlingsav]

Yo…your last fic was brutal. I had to stop and back up coz immediately after the smut was pain! No prefaces or even a segue on what’s about to happen. It choked me up with the suddenness of it all.

Smut..fluff..more smut..more fluff..MOTHERFUCKING PAIN!!! 🤯😱🫢😭😭😭

Please, please, please…bring him back. Give us fluff and butterflies. Maybe he can survive, just a damaged but is able to come home to reader, he can heal and with those injuries, maybe retire and live in peace with reader? Maybe even have a bun in the oven waiting for him? Just heal us pleaseeeee! Anything will do, please!! 😭😭😭

(But only if you’re willing, of course.)

Thank you for the love, the smut, and the shared pain (coz I’m sure that also hurt you too). Just..thanks. 💕

Ugh of course I'll indulge this bc one I love you for being so sweet and two because I'm an absolute whore for happy endings. 🥺🤍 The first is here.

Endings: Two

– Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader

Explicit/gory content under the cut. Read at your own risk.

"L.T.," A voice was hazy and distant in Simon's ear- miles away, but he could see the outline of a figure before him.

He didn't have the energy to respond. He wanted nothing more than to give in to his body's demand to sleep, to rest. The dopamine firing in his brain, coursing through his veins, kept him subdued, peaceful, even.

"Up you get, Sir." There was a short pause, followed by radio static, "We're on our way out, evac standby."

Simon grunted as he was lifted from the ground, the shift in his weight caused a growl to come from his swollen lips.

"Steamin' bloody Jesus. You look like hell."

Simon could register the voice, now. It was Johnny. The Sergeant had found him in the wreckage, he'd survived.

Simon could hardly muster a 'fuck off', settling for a haphazard groan of displeasure.

Simon carried on, regardless of the pain in his chest, in his thigh, the throbbing in his skull now making him fully aware of the injuries to his person.

"Need a medic down here!"

Simon felt his body transfer to a spineboard, not without a loud yowl of pain, watching his feet as he was carried toward another helicopter prepped for evac.

Soap jogged beside him, his hand helping carry Simon's weight. The fog hadn't yet lifted, still blurry and half-awake, Simon could hardly comprehend where he was headed.

"You'll be alright, Sir. We'll take care of ya. Hang on, wouldya?"

He was relieved and devastated at the same time. He'd already made his peace with dying, he'd agreed to the terms his body set, the serenity that had almost cradled him to his grave- but you, damn you, forced him to hold on. Damn you, for settling into his mind and making it your home. For being the only thing he could think of, rely on to keep him hopeful, as he was carried onto the helo.

—

You received the call while at home, nearly dropping the plate in your hands when you heard the Doctor on the other end tell you Simon had been admitted with traumatic injuries.

You drove to the hospital, disregarding every speed limit and stop sign, thrumming your fingers against the steering wheel impatiently at every red light, watching the road through blurry, swollen eyes.

When you'd made it through the maze of hallways, finally finding Simon, he was asleep. He was on a ventilator, his skull bandaged where they'd pieced it back together once the swelling had gone down.

His eyes had been taped shut after surgery to aid in the repair of the severed retina, a white cast over the broken femur he'd endured.

You hardly recognized him through the swelling on his face. He wasn't the same- not the strong, solid man you'd said goodbye to a month ago.

You were sure it was a joke, a prank he'd pulled to keep you on your toes, but that wasn't like him, and a month in, you knew it was your new reality. He was lucky to be alive- so the doctor said.

The extent of his injuries meant physical therapy, a lot of it. The idea made you cringe, if he ever woke up, he'd fight like hell against it.

Despite feeling so completely overjoyed that he'd made it this far, survived this much, there was a part of you that knew there was a long journey ahead. A journey that would mean sleepless nights, emotional support, physical support.

You were dreading it. It seeped into you, like a bird of prey, it dug its claws into you. It only got worse.

A cycle of grief and anger, missing him- his voice, his eyes- so badly your breath caught in your throat every time you looked at him, looked at the broken man lying helplessly in the hospital bed- but also resenting him for putting you in that position.

Turning you into a caretaker, the solid foundation for the both of you while you almost lost the most important man in your life.

You couldn't help but feel the guilt eating away at you- how fucked up it was to think of yourself during a time when Simon might never wake up.

But you persevered, pushed past the dread in the pit of your stomach, and waited at his bedside with sharp eyes.

Day and night, you'd settle in, sleeping with a thin throw-blanket you stole off the couch and an old pillow. You'd wear his T-shirts and sweaters, just for a hint of familiarity, a semblance of your old life, his smell.

You'd hold his hand, even when you knew he couldn't feel a damn thing. You'd talk to him, tell him about your day- regardless of the fact that he didn't hear you at all.

Most nights, you'd sob under the disguise of the heart monitor and thrum of the ventilator. You'd grieve the man you loved. Whether he was dead or not, he would never truly be Simon Riley again. You'd learn to love the new man he'd be, you were sure of it, but your heart had been caged in, trapped under the weight of his unrecognizable form.

He had woken up after a few months, to which you celebrated with vibrating happiness. You tried not to smother him with affection. Instead, you gave him his space as he took in his surroundings, began to somewhat understand what exactly had happened.

You sat down, reaching for Simon's hand, and you felt him squeeze down. For the first time in months, he'd responded to your touch.

You stared up at him, your eyes welling with tears, your heart racing in your chest, pounding against your rib cage. A tidal wave of relief washed over you.

"Baby," You whispered, moving closer, kneeling next to him. "Simon."

His voice was muffled, panic filling his eyes as he realized he had an E.T. tube down his throat. You kept him calm, calling for the nurses immediately, watching with worried eyes as they extubated him.

He coughed, settling back into bed as he turned his head to look at you. Then, he whispered your name. Strangled and hoarse, rough with phlegm.

You could feel a shiver down your spine. You took a deep breath in, bowing your head to rest on his arm as your chest was racked with sobs. It was nearly impossible to control.

"God, Simon," You sniffled, your face tilting to look up at him. "Thank God," You cried, burying your face in his shoulder.

His doctor didn't want you to get your hopes up- he didn't want you clinging to the idea of Simon's recovery.

"We're not entirely certain what his brain function is like at this point, he'll need a CT. He may not ever remember his accident, and might even have trouble recognizing his surroundings." His doctor was resolute- harsh, not wanting to lead you on with false promises and hopeful ideations.

Your eyes had been swollen for months, and after finally coming to terms with his situation, they were dry and irritated.

You pursed your lips, entirely unsatisfied with the answer but defeated.

"Thank you," You forced a polite smile, turning on your heel, back to Simon's bed.

—

His physical therapy had been going well.

The cast had come off, and you finally recognized your boyfriend after the swelling went down. He was there, real, whole again- mostly.

You'd been woken up by his terrifying shouts and screams for help multiple times a night. It didn't subside, not until you wrapped your arms around him and quieted him down. You weren't sure if he knew, or if he wanted to hide behind the facade of sleep to save himself from embarrassment.

He had difficulty remembering the accident in its entirety, only remembering how difficult it was to move, to get up. He recalled the pain well, regardless of just how hard his body worked to keep him sedate. On the rare occasions he spoke about it, he'd never forget Soap. Never forget the voice he heard, urging him to stay awake, to get up.

You knew you couldn't thank Johnny enough, couldn't make it up to him in anyway that would equate to what he did for you and Simon. Anytime you brought it up, he'd shut you down, and Simon didn't speak about it either. Not unless provoked.

It was a memory he pushed down, as deep as he could, locking it away in the same vault where he kept every other long-living secret.

You knew better than to push him on it. You wanted to be there for him so badly, to tell him how happy you were that he was okay, alive, but you didn't. You gave him his space until he asked otherwise, which usually came in the form of a simple kiss, a hand on your waist, a quiet 'love you' when he passed by you.

You could never figure out why he'd suddenly started telling you he loved you more often, but you didn't question it.

—

When you missed your period, missed the cramps starting a few days before, the blinding headache at the start of the week, you realized your intimate exchange before his deployment may have had an unintended effect. Despite contraception, you had a feeling something was different- wrong.

You were pregnant. Two solid, indisputable red lines, staring you in the face. A happy face, on another, with a plus sign. It was real, concrete. Part of you didn't want to tell Simon- you wanted it to go away. But, against your judgment, you did.

It was late, finishing the day with a shower together as usual.

You were starting to show- not enough that he'd notice, especially not with the turmoil in his head. Though, while he scrubbed across the flesh of your stomach, a soapy loofa leaving bubbles and foam behind, the grin on his face when you stood on your toes to kiss him; it was the right time.

"I'm pregnant," You blurted out, your hands falling to your sides.

You avoided his gaze and silence fell between you, the running shower louder than ever, accompanied by your jugular pounding in your throat.

He looked shocked, confused, terrified- all in a series of minutes.

"Trust me, I know it's not ideal. It's not good timing. I know you're still healing and we're just getting things back together. I'm sorry."

He took a moment, his rough hand pressing against the small bulge in your stomach.

"How long have you known?" He asked.

"A few weeks." You swallowed.

"How far along?"

"Three months."

The tension was undeniable, holding your breath for the moment he told you he couldn't do it, didn't want it.

Instead, his arms snaked around your waist, pulling you into his chest.

"My kid's in there," He breathed, his arms squeezing you gently. "You're havin' a kid. We're havin' a kid."

You smiled softly against his shoulder. Now, you could be excited. You didn't have to feel guilty for holding it back, or for carrying another 'burden' inside you. You could celebrate. The baby, another milestone in your life with Simon, normalcy returning.

"We are," You breathed, leaning back to hold his face in your hands. "I love you," You said gently- a fact, a statement with every ounce of truth to it.

"I love you too, sweetheart."

He'd tell you one day that during his accident, all he could think about was you- that he wanted to fight to be alive for you. But for now, he settled for telling you he loved you, every chance he got.

[piescornerstore]

yknow i really like the headcanon where addisons, when they're tired or otherwise out of energy, can plug into some sort of cable and recharge at the end of a long day. but i also like the headcanon where their main source of energy is money. while they can eat anything, from regular human food to magic food to shoes, usually the most important nutrients an addison can get is from any type of currency. and i thought, why not both? humans do the same. addisons use food as the main source of energy, and connect themselves to a cable so they can clear their caches and be more ready than ever to be able to sell and work, which is all that they're supposed to be able to do.

and that made me think a little more about addispam's place in all that.

you guys know about the right to repair, right? that ever-looming fact that as consumerism becomes more and more dominant in our lives, and as corporations strive to make more and more money, the things we buy are reaching new levels of craptastic that they're basically made to break, and that older tech, while durable as hell, is basically totally accommodated for in the modern day.

and what about addispam in that context? in my fanon, he's a much older model of addison that accidentally rebooted, meant for the dump but is now roaming cyber city trying to fulfill the one purpose he was made for. but of course, the world isn't made for him anymore. maybe it never was

i'd think it'd really click for him once he tried to plug into a cable to recharge. it's practically necessary for any addison these days: if you want to sell properly, you need to clear your cache, or else your head will be swimming with endless noise that'll just fuck you up the longer it's allowed to accumulate. so, spamton bought itself a charging cable with the little money it had, after asking around to figure out what it was supposed to do (cause no one ever gave it a rulebook). but as soon as he tried to do it, the charger wouldn't fit. it went back to the store. tried another cable. didn't fit. turns out they don't sell chargers that fit its model anymore. nobody does. so addispam has to deal with a cache that keeps building and building.

and what about other things? updates are crucial to addisons. you HAVE to keep up with the styles, you HAVE to keep up with the trends, and you NEED to mimic every single little thing a lightner does but not TOO much or it might be too uncanny. so when a new update comes out, everyone's getting it.

except spamton. its model's far too old to receive such updates. it's not even on the table anymore. the last update for a model of his kind was probably a decade ago, and of course, there's no way to modify him to receive one in a way that won't kill him.

and modifications are another thing. as lines of code compressed to form sentient artificial organisms, cyber citizens can modify themselves in any way they want. tall, short, thin, fat, long hair, short hair, eye color, fingernails, even down to the way your voice sounds, you can modify yourself in any way you want. isn't that the dream? and hey, they still have modifications available for spamton's type of model? isn't that fantastic?

except they cost money. way too much money. these are the types of mods that if spamton had them, he'd probably be able to make a few sales, but he can't, because he doesn't have MONEY. and that's the thing that's fueling all of this.

everyone needs their cache cleared so they can make sales. everybody needs to update right away so they can make sales. everyone needs to modify themselves in just the right way so they can make sales. keeping everyone on their toes, their nerves ready to explode once the right mistake is made, is just the way an addison's world works. you wouldn't want to fail at your one and only purpose, would you? you wouldn't want to end up like that guy, you know him, everyone knows him, and everyone knows how much they DON'T want to be him. because they'd be failures if they were anything like him.

anyway i hate consumerism bye <3

[st4rvingsunfl0wer]

𝖛𝖊𝖓𝖙

pouring my bleeding heart out onto the shithole that is my blog.

i can't keep living without you.

𝖙𝖜 𝖒𝖊𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘 𝖔𝖋 𝖘𝖍, 𝖊𝖉, 𝖘𝖚!𝖈!𝖉𝖆𝖑 !𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓

✧☾𖤓

i haven't written you one of these stupid letters in a while. there's still so much i wish i could say to you, so much i wish i could change. i still miss you every second of every day, in waking and in sleeping.

it's been nearly three months since you left me and we parted ways. nearly a year since you told me you loved me for the first time. nearly two years since you walked into my life. time is supposed to heal the pain; at least, that's what they say. but i still grieve losing you and us just as sharply as when you first left. i'll never get over being abandoned by the person i love and trusted more than anyone. i'll never come to terms with losing my other half, my semicolon, my everything.

i can't face life without you. you and i saved each other from our self-destruction, created a dream of 'one day' for us to reach together. now i have no future worth staying for. i've honestly never been worse. the hole you left in my life and my heart has been filled with rēlapses; cvtting, stārving, toeing the line of su!c!de. they're a poor substitute for you.

i know you're not going through the same agony i am. part of me is happy; i'd never want you to hurt like this. but part of me is crushed by the confirmation of my anxious doubts: that i didn't mean to you what you meant to me. what you still mean to me, even after everything.

you were the water to my fire, smoothing out the harshness of my blazing self-loathing into a soft flame of love and hope. and then you extinguished me entirely. in the ashes of my agony, i've grown worse and worse. at least i had some form of light when i was burning myself alive. now, everything is dark. cold. empty.

✧☾𖤓

i still love you with my whole heart and soul. i still would choose you over everything, even though you wouldn't and didn't choose me. even though you don't love me back anymore. i think that's what makes this hurt so much.

i just want it to be over.

[teyamsilly]

ouu ok i have a fic idea for Lo’ak!

so maybe he’s insecure especially about his more “human” like appearance he has with his 5 fingers, smaller eyes, the eyebrows.

(the setting for this being with the metkayina clan, we are one of the reef na’vi)

so we take him to our secret spot where we can be alone, so no one will bother us. and we just love on him pushing him down onto the soft sand and kissing on him, and touching him, telling him how attractive we think he is and that he’s perfect the way he isnothing.. too sexual more like suggestive??

feel free to add in whatever else you want! i bet you have some great ideas too 👀 <3

not just a freak— your freak

pairing: lo'ak x metkayina! fem reader tags & warning: bullying, comfort, suggestive content, fluff at the end summary: lo'ak was used to being an outcast. he was used to na'vi kids pointing it out and excluding him from their groups, but it didn't mean that it hurt. he thought that he would get used to it and that it would hurt less, yet it never does. you noticed this and brought him to the two of you to your special spot with the intent to cheer him up. word count 1.0k

teyamsilly speaking ✩ i hope this was to your satisfactory !! i'm on a two week break and it's gotten me so lazy lately.

You heard what happened from your sister. Tsireya was teaching Lo'ak how to make a headpiece with your favourite gems he found from the ocean. This was meant to be kept a secret, yet with the events following it, she couldn't keep quiet.

Ao'nung's friends spotted them by the beach and decided to approach them. Lo'ak and Ao'nung had already settled their differences after he was left alone outside the reef, but clearly his friends couldn't move on after their violent fight.

Lo'ak kept his composure like he promised to you. His temper would always get the best of him and if it doesn't, he keeps his problems to himself and shut himself out from everyone. It became a problem in your relationship. He didn't like how the root of your arguments were because of him and he swore since then that he would learn how to be better.

They would tease him for having five fingers and toes, making him look unnatural and displeasing to the eyes. Nothing that the Sully boy haven't heard before. Tsireya scolded them for approaching them unprovoked, but he assured her it was fine even if he wanted to do something about it deep inside.

It was when they started mentioning about his odd relationship with you that started to hurt. How he is not capable of being the mate of the next Tsahik of their clain, and maybe that Neteyam was a better fit for you. After all, Neteyam didn't have his unnatural features.

This angered you. From where you were standing, you could see Ao'nung's friends laughing wholeheartedly. The sight of them made you furious, however, they weren't your priority. You searched for Lo'ak and when he was nowhere to be seen, the last place he could possibly be would be your special spot.

You carefully approached the secluded pond. There were huge leaves surrounding it, keeping it hidden. If someone searched deeper in this little forest, they would have found the area. The two of you weren't sure if anyone else knew about the place, but no one has came everytime you visited which is why the both of you claimed it as yours.

Lo'ak sat at the edge of the pond, staring at his own reflection on the water with his brows furrowed. He would clench and unclench his hand from time to time.

"Hey," you called softly. Immediately, he straightened his back and turned his head to you with his ears perked up, He forced a small grin as he greeted you with a small hi before returning his gaze back on the water.

You sat beside him, your thighs touching his. "I heard what happened," you began.

Lo'ak shook his head, a sigh escaping from his lips. "I'm fine. Nothing new," he mumbled as he shrugged his shoulders like it was nothing. Like their words did not make his chest hurt. But you knew him well enough to know he was lying. He never had the guts to look at you when he lies because before he knew it, the words would start spilling from his mouth just by looking at your eyes. 

"We both know hat is not the truth…"

"I can't do anything about it, okay? I was born like this–" he raised his palm before clenching it, "alien. That's what the whole clan sees me as no matter what I do."

You took his clenched fist in your hands and brought it to your lap. The size difference between your hands always made you blush, his hands were big enough to cover your small face and he would always tease you about it.

"What other na'vi people see of you does not matter." You unclenched his fist gently, smiling when he complied to your touch. "Yes, you are different, but the good way."

"How? I have the same features of the sky people."

"And some are good, no? You told me of your friends at the Omatikaya. You have seen it yourself how they choose to be loyal with the na'vi. We, metkayina, haven't. They wont understand like you do." Bringing his hand closer to your lips, you planted a small kiss. "What I think of you should matter more, right?"

Lo'ak bit his lower lip, trying to hide the wide grin that was about to break on his lips. He snaked his arm around your waist and brought you closer to him, giving a kiss on your temple. "I don't what I'd do without you," he mumbled against your skin.

A giggle escaped from your lips, his words never failing to make you feel special. It sometimes worry you how deep you have fallen for the forest boy, but you felt relieved that he didn't feel any different from you. He was just as bad, maybe even worse.

You cupped his cheek and brought his face closer to yours. He pecked your lips first, and again, then again, making you whine because you needed more. He chuckled as he pressed his lips on yours. You draped your leg over his and sat on his lap, his thighs encased between yours. When you began softly grinding on his clothed cock, his hands squeezed your hips.

You broke the kiss and began kissing him all the way down to his neck. He cocked his head back, allowing you better access. His eyes were closed, his lips open, whilst he moaned quietly. 

"It is fate Eywa brought you to me, Lo'ak." You grinded your hips harder on his cock, feeling it harden against your clothing. A whimper came out from your lips at the constant friction against your clit. "She made you for me."

Lo'ak bit his lip and watched how you were desperately rubbing yourself on him. His hold on you hurt, but felt so good. When your hand reached behind him to untie his loincloth, he stopped you.

"W-wait." He was breathing heavily, eyed half lidded as he stared at you with desire.

"I-I'm sorry, did I-"

"No, no, baby. I'm just…" Lo'ak carressed your hips as he sighed, "Everything I've done has been impulsive and out of order. I want to do it right with you." He shrugged, "If I'm gonna be called a freak, might as well be your freak."

You slapped his shoulder lightly making him laugh. "I'm already yours, skxawng."

Lo'ak hugs your figure and places his head against the crook of your neck. "And I am yours."

"And you are not a freak, okay?"

"Whatever you say."

You slapped his shoulder harder this time.

"Okay, okay!"

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