#but like this I just feel really fucking tired

[whateveriwant]

How the 141 Fuck

18+ only, GN!reader

Price

Right off the bat, let’s get one thing straight. John Price doesn’t fuck, he makes love

He has a very “it’s a marathon, not a sprint” kind of mindset towards sex. His work life is so fast paced, high adrenaline, always go-go-go-go, so in the bedroom he likes to really take his time and slow things down

Unhurried, powerful thrusts that let you feel every inch of him as it pushes into you

Likes a hands-on mouths-on approach – tugging your nipple between his teeth, teasing your earlobe with the tip of his tongue, tasting your mouth as he’s deep inside you

Once he finishes, don’t think he’s going to pull out any time soon. After all, you wouldn’t want his cock to get cold throughout the night, right?

Gaz

Kyle likes to tap into the intimacy side of sex. As such, he often falls into ritualistic tendencies that heighten this sensation – sultry music, mood lighting, showering together before/after, etc.

He fucks you steadily, with smooth rolls of his hips, like the sure motion of a wave gently flowing back to shore

Loves prolonged eye contact. It doesn’t matter who’s going down on who or who’s under who, he wants your eyes on his always

Though he’s fairly delicate with you, he’s not afraid to get a little rough when the occasion calls for it (like seeking out his treasured eye contact, for example)

Will pull you back by the hair or grab you by the jaw to make you turn around and look at him. And if the position is too difficult to easily maintain your gaze, well, that’s what mirrors are for

Soap

Johnny is a freak in the streets AND the sheets and there’s no way you can convince me otherwise

For starters, he is mes-sy. Sex always ends with you both covered in a healthy mixture of lube, spit, and cum

He has an erratic quality to the way he fucks – jackhammering into you one moment as hard and fast as possible before he’s stopping completely, holding himself still inside you because he likes to feel you squirm on it

Always does a little too much in bed. Things like slipping a vibrator in his ass as he’s got his mouth on you or bucking up into you as he has you ride and choke him are not out of the ordinary

I hope you don’t get tired easily, because he is never ever ever satisfied after just one round

Ghost

I think realistically, Simon is not super adventurous in the bedroom, but what he does, he does very well

Sharp, staccato thrusts. Deep, breath-punching thrusts. Bed creaking, headboard rattling, having your neighbor angrily banging on the wall kind of thrusts

He prefers to be on top, lying flat against you as he fucks you into the mattress. He does this not because he craves control or wants to smother you or something; he just wants to be as close to you as possible

Goes out of his way to ensure you’re always having a good time. Nothing gets him harder than hearing your loud, enthusiastic consent

Don’t be surprised when you find yourself stumbling around like a newborn deer the morning after. That just means he did his job right the night before

[immafuneral]

I genuinely hope you don't mind me adding onto this post, but- On one hand, I really want to agree with this- I think it's so important to give people grace and the room and space to learn and grow, sometimes people aren't hateful, they're just uneducated and underexposed. Sometimes we ARE responsible for holding their hand through it and teaching them with kindness, patience and empathy. Do we owe it to them? No. But that's the only way that we're going to see positive change in people. No, it's not always going to work, it's not a guarantee, sometimes you ARE just wasting your energy on someone who will always choose hate and ignorance... But shame and rejection only pushes people further into stronger belief in the extremes they're being taught... Meaning to say, it goes both ways. On the other... I don't know man, I'm so tired. It's so hard to hold onto that belief when living in the US right now. It's so hard to tell myself that people need grace, they need help to improve, they need compassion- Proof that we aren't everything the truly hateful bigots say we are. I'm so angry, at the people who chose that fucking fascist as our president not out of hatred but out of ignorance, because that DOES make them just as bad. Their decisions have still lead to me living with the fear that I am going to be killed, alongside everyone I love... I think about how many of them might NOT have voted for him if they had someone in their life who was willing to empathize with and explain to them what they were actually choosing. When we treat it like- "Well they should have known!!- It should have been common sense!!!" Or "That's what we've been screaming about throughout the campaign!" Spreading that information is not the same as being with someone and walking through it on an individual, compassionate way. The same way your parents ask you things and you get frustrated at them because, why can't they just google it? They could google it, sure, and that might be a lot more convenient for you, because YOU'RE just going to google it.. But they're asking you because you're someone they trust and google is overwhelming to someone who isn't used to having this much information in their face, at their fingertips, all at once. They don't have the ability to discern reality from unreality on the internet. Why would the things they're reading, the news articles (propaganda) and posts they're seeing be untrue? But, unlike the Christian Missionaries, I live in a world where letting people outside of my bubble into my life is genuinely putting me at risk for being who I am- And I know that a lot of people feel the same right now. So where to we find the balance? How do we decide when it's safe, and when it's not safe? When do we have to decide that we do it anyway? Even if we know we're taking a risk?

So, you know how certain Christian missionaries are trained to act in a very obnoxious way, so that most people they preach to will reject them outright, so they feel like the world hates them for being Christian and they can only be friends with fellow Christians? You know that thing?

I think as activists, we sometimes need to stop and ask ourselves whether we're acting like those missionaries. I think this type of behavior is a little more ingrained into our society than some of us realize, and some of us have internalized it without realizing what it's actually meant to do.

[writingforstraykids]

Echoes of Us

Pairing: Chan x fem!Reader

Word Count: 1777

Summary: You never thought you'd see him again and yet here you are, standing right in front of him after all those years. Your childhood friend has changed and somehow not that much...but do you really want Chan back in your life?

Warnings/Tags: angst, emotional hurt, childhood friends to strangers back to...something??, first kiss

A/N: I can't be blamed for the majority of Chan and Minho fics on this blog anymore. I offered you all EIGHT of the boys and they still got the first and second place😂😂

do not repost, translate, or plagiarize my works in any way here or on other platforms. ©️writingforstraykids 2024 -

You never thought you'd see him again.

Bang Chan. The boy who had been your best friend. The one you grew up with, shared secrets with, dreamed with. The boy who had held you under the stars, promised you forever, and then disappeared into a world you couldn’t reach. Left the damn country, to be precise.

The first time you met Chan, you were six, and he was the loudest kid on the playground. He’d grinned at you with a missing front tooth, dragged you into a game of tag, and from that moment on, you were inseparable.

The last time you saw him before everything fell apart, he had the world in the palm of his hand, and you were nothing more than a shadow in his past.

And now, after years of silence, he stands across the dimly lit café, his fingers wrapped around a steaming cup of coffee. The familiar warmth of his presence coils through your chest, but it doesn’t chase away the cold.

You’ve changed. He has too.

Gone is the carefree boy with messy curls and sleepy eyes. The man in front of you is polished, posture tense as if bracing himself. His hair is straightened now and his eyes look tired. His fame has transformed him into someone untouchable - someone who no longer belongs to late-night drives or whispered promises.

But when his gaze meets yours, for the first time in years, it’s as if nothing has changed. God, his eyes still hold the same warmth, but there’s something else there, something unreadable.

Your stomach clenches. You shouldn’t be here. You should turn around, pretend you never saw him, keep walking -.

“Y/nnie.” His voice stops you. Soft, uncertain, so painfully Chan. As if saying your name is a wound reopening.

You swallow hard. “Chan.”

He looks at you as if he wants to say a hundred things but doesn’t know where to begin. Neither do you. His mouth opens and closes but no words leaves him as he takes in your appearance.

So, instead of speaking, you nod and walk past him. And just like that, you let him go again.

Or at least, you try to.

-

Fate is cruel.

You learn that two weeks later when a storm rolls in, drenching the city in sheets of unforgiving rain. You hadn’t planned on staying out late, but your best friend’s birthday dinner ran longer than expected.

By the time you step outside, the streets are nearly deserted, the downpour turning everything into a blur of neon reflections. You rush toward the nearest bus stop, only to realize the schedule is completely messed up due to the weather.

And then -

“Y/n?”

You freeze.

Oh, for fucks sake.

Chan stands a few feet away, shaking raindrops from his jacket. His hair is damp, clinging to his forehead and curling slightly, and his eyes widen slightly as if he can’t believe you’re real.

You grip your bag tighter. “What are you doing here?”

He glances at the rain, then back at you. “Same as you, I guess. Trying to get home.”

A gust of wind makes you shiver. The café across the street glows invitingly, promising warmth and dry clothes. But going in there possibly means facing Chan.

Chan follows your gaze. “We should wait inside,” he suggests. “At least until the storm slows down.”

You hesitate. Spending time alone with him feels dangerous, like reopening a wound that never fully healed. But the cold seeps into your bones, and before you can think twice, you nod.

-

The café is nearly empty. You sit across from Chan in a booth near the window, watching the rain slide down the glass. After a few seconds you pick out your now favorite raindrop and watch it race the others down the glass. The silence between you is thick, filled with memories neither of you can escape.

“You look good,” he says eventually, voice careful. “All grown up now.”

You huff a quiet laugh. “You don’t have to do that.”

“Do what?” he asks, tilting his head in such a painfully familiar manner.

You bite back a frustrated sigh, focusing back at the window. “Act like we’re strangers trying to be polite.”

His jaw tightens, a soft hum rumbling through his chest. You still remember how that very sound felt like against your back when he hugged you from behind. “Isn’t that what we are now?”

The words sting more than they should, disrupting your silent race of raindrops. You stare at him, taking in the man he’s become. There are more lines on his face, a tiredness in his eyes that wasn’t there before. Success looks good on him, but it’s also weighed him down.

For a moment, you almost feel sorry for him.

Almost.

“I didn’t mean to leave you behind,” he says suddenly, his voice raw. “I never wanted that.”

You flinch. You don’t want to have this conversation. Not now. Not like this. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” you lie.

“It does to me,” he answers, eyes growing dark as those chocolate orbs drown in sorrow and guilt.

You shake your head. “You made your choice, Chan. You chose your career over everything you had back home. And I learned to live with it.”

A muscle in his jaw twitches. “I had to go. You know that. It's been my dream ever since we knew each other.”

“I know,” you whisper. “But that didn’t make it hurt any less,” you say with a defeated shrug, eyes lowering onto the table.

The rain pounds against the window, mirroring the storm inside you. You shouldn’t have come in here. You shouldn’t have let him pull you back into his orbit.

But it’s too late now.

-

The storm doesn’t let up. The streets flood, making it impossible to leave. The café owner announces they’re closing early, and you and Chan are left with no choice but to find somewhere else to wait out the rain.

His apartment is nearby. You don’t want to go, but the alternative is wandering the streets in a downpour. So you follow him, cursing yourself in your head for doing so.

His apartment is nothing like you remember from the tiny bedroom you once shared whenever you stayed over. It doesn’t feel like him as much as it fits him at the same time.

You watch him quietly as he moves around the space with ease, hanging up your coat, guiding you to his sofa and making you both something to drink. Your heart aches as you remember how much of a big brother and friend you had seen in him, slowly getting to that age where the lines of friendship and a first crush blurred. And then he left.

Left you all alone with all your worries and dreams. Left you with those girls at school who loved to irritate you. Left you to deal alone with your first heartbreak. Left you to get your driver's license all on your own. Left you for the stage, the many girls screaming his name, the bright lights and those boys he calls his family. A title that had once been yours.

You stand by the window, watching the rain, when he finally speaks again. “Do you ever wonder what would’ve happened if we didn’t lose each other?”

Your breath catches. You turn to find him watching you, eyes filled with something close to regret. “I try not to,” you admit quietly. “Because wondering doesn’t change anything.”

Chan exhales shakily, running a hand through his hair. “I do. I think about it all the time…About you.”

Your chest tightens painfully and you take a hesitant step backwards. “Chan-”

“I should have fought harder,” he interrupts fiercely. “I should have made more time. I should have been there even from here. I should have-”

“You should have done a lot of things,” you agree. “But you didn’t…and neither did I.”

The silence that follows is deafening.And for the first time, Chan doesn’t have an answer.

It happens fast.

One second, you’re standing by the window, and the next, Chan is in front of you, closer than he’s been in years. His presence is as soothing as unsettling and you take another step back, nearly bumping into the window as you look at him with questioning eyes.

“Tell me you don’t still feel it,” he says, voice rough. “Tell me, and I’ll let you go.”

You open your mouth, ready to say the words-ready to end this. But when you look at him, you can’t. Because you do still feel it.

The anger, the longing, the love that never fully left. And it terrifies you.

Chan must see it in your eyes because he reaches for you, hesitates, then cups your face like he’s afraid you’ll disappear. “I’m sorry,” he breathes. “I’m so sorry for being so stupid.”

It’s all it takes. You break.

His lips crash against yours, desperate and aching. Years of silence dissolve in the heat of his touch. Your fingers knot into his shirt, pulling him closer, needing him like air. For a moment, you let yourself pretend that nothing changed. That you’re still his and he’s still yours, just so differently this time.

But the past doesn’t disappear so easily. When you pull away, your heart is in your throat. “A kiss won't fix anything.”

Chan nods, but his grip tightens as if he’s afraid to let go. “I know, Y/nnie. I know it won't.”

And yet neither of you moves. Because letting go is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do.

“I can't blame you for chasing your dream. You worked hard…you still do. And you deserve this more than anyone else,” you tell him quietly, swallowing roughly. “I just wish you left some room for me.”

Chan's dark orbs brim with tears, a shuddery exhale leaving him. “Give me a chance, Y/n. Give me a chance to make room. Let me show you the place where I work, let me take you on tour, let me introduce you to the boys. I want you to be a part of my life again so bad. Give me a year of your time and I'll try to make up all the years we've lost.”

You swallow harshly, your own eyes far from dry as you take in his desperate pleas. “And then?” you whisper shakily.

“And then you'll decide if you can imagine spending the rest of your life by my side or if you'd rather never see me again,” he whispers back.

It only takes you a minute to think it through. “Deal.”

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severance comic process write up (unasked for)

i finished season 1 of severance jan 24 and maybe by then NL had already begun his apple tv tirades. so maybe that's why i thought of the get it twisted speech? dont remember exactly but i was like wait......... this kinda fits...... and basically the images were forming in my head and i had to get them out. this is the best kind of inspiration to have. when it feels like you are afflicted with a life-threatening disease and the only cure is to draw pictures

i decided i wanted square panels and a black and white color scheme pretty early on. i wanted the pacing to feel kind of fast, so one line per page (basically i was trying to match the monologue). black and white also made sense because 1) i didn't want this to take 2 years like my last comic 2) fits theme of the show and the monologue rapidly whipping back and forth 3) i thought maybe i'd riso print this in the beginning and 1 color would be cheapest/easiest

the sketching phase was really smooth. it was like the images were in my mind already and just needed to be brought to life. my motivation was strong as well (i thought it was really funny and if no one liked it at least i really really liked it).

^ my sketches. most compositions made it to final without major edits. i did cut almost all of the last 8 because i didn't feel like I needed the moment to be dragged out so much AND i was getting pretty tired by that point lol.

one page i'm glad i changed was the ms casey one. the reason i changed it at first was because i thought it was too similar to the irving/burt one. and then i ended up really liking the new composition.

as i moved to final, i had a couple of inspirations in mind. i'm a huge fan of sophia foster-dimino's work, and in particular her sex fantasy comics

^ books/zines i looked at for inspiration. second image is a spread from sex fantasy #4.

i also was inspired by jennifer xiao's comics and how chootalks and nogoodwithcat handle linework and value

i was inspired by jennifer's pop up ads comic for this page. i like the humor in her work and wanted to bring an element of that into my comic.

i love these drawings by choo that showcase these eerie tableaus of desserts/cakes/hammers/etc! i was trying to evoke the same vibe with the two "get it twisted" pages with the stack of waffles.

also, just tons and tons of references taken from the show and stock images.

i pretty much just worked for two weeks straight until i finished. what unemployment does to a motherfucker. even though it's fanart and the words aren't mine, it's a pretty personal comic. i got suddenly laid off last fall which has made me feel all sorts of feelings, and then starting up my job search this year has been grueling. it kinda blows my mind that anyone expects you to love your job. i love my cat. i love the people important to me. i love moving my body and eating good food and listening to music and being out in nature. i love the color green. i dont love my fucking JOB lmfao!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! are you freaking CRAZY???????? literally do NOT get it twisted. but also please hire me. <- this dichotomy has been making me nuts

anyway. the reception to my comic has been mind blowing. people have said some insanely nice things. i also really appreciate anyone who's read and enjoyed the comic without knowledge of severance or northernlion LMAO honestly amazed and in disbelief.... ty so much..... it really means a lot!!!!!!!!!!

okay i ran out of things to say for now byeeeeeeeeeeee

[akashirl]

alright community, prepare yourselves for the ultimate sei info dump. you have been warned.

in some of the questions i decided to write about both ore and bokusei's different perspectives...

🍓 - sei is studying business (due to his father's pressure) but he has always wanted to become a professional basketball player

🍒 - playing basketball or playing shogi. since we're talking about a whole day -- perhaps board games since basketball can get tiring obviously. i know for a fact that sei can get into heated battles with his other self inside his head when playing shogi. he does it out of fun.

🍎 - black coffee and apple / cinnamon tea.

🍉 - this is a bit secretive but sei has been disconnected from religion ever since the passing of his mother. part of him doesn't even like celebrating christmas due to such.

🍑 - sei actually prefers receiving gifts rather than giving them! i suppose it's because he wants to feel cared for and thought of. although he preferes homemade gifts -- he doesn't like having money spent on him.

🍊 - well, there are two outcomes. (ore)sei would would shake his head and peel the orange using a napkin, while (boku)sei would just hand me a knife. if he's feeling generous, that is.

🥭 - sei only had one stuffed animal growing up -- and that is a small plushie of a white horse, resembling his own; he obviously named it "yukimaru", after the real horse.

🍍 - naturally i would say that i would have not wanted him to go through what he went through but that way he wouldn't be who he is today. he's grown and learnt how to deal with the difficulties of his harsh past, and he's doing well at that. i wouldn't change anything about him.

🍌 - what the fuck. he does NOT know what that is.

🍋‍🟩 - (boku)sei dislikes it when people whistle under a roof. (ore)sei doesn't really care much about that, and sometimes even he whistles when he's distracted. bokusei is the superstitious one.

🍈 - (boku)sei is a determinist! he believes that everything is pre-destined and we only have illusion of choice. on the other hand, (ore)sei believes in both destiny and free will.

🍏 - sei's first crush was actually nijimura, teiko's former captain. (starts rolling on the floor crying and screaming) but sei only realized that he was queer when we got together so i take pride in that! (by the way, ore is biromantic and boku is only into men.)

🍐 - sei tends to tap mindlessly on a table or stomp his foot on the ground when he's nervous...

🥝 - well, he doesn't normally wear makeup and as much as i'd like to believe that he'd let me do his makeup, i'm afraid my skills are far too awful. i'm serious, i'm terrible at it. he can ask kise.

🫒 - he is not much of a hugger! his hugs are actually quite awkward. unless he is on his feels, then he's a great hugger. oresei usually wraps his arms around the waist and gives a few back pats while boku goes for the neck.

🫐 - sei is more of a writer than an artist. and he is definitely right-brained.

🍇 - i'm afraid his life wouldn't change much. he would still be the captain of the basketball team, president of the student council, an aspiring professional player...what could i have changed?

🥥 - he likes reading, playing shogi and chess, playing basketball obviously and horseriding. he also knows how to play the violin and the piano, although he prefers the violin. he often talks about wanting to get into knitting but he's never quite had the time. sei has also mentioned journaling before but, according to him, he "lacks the creativity". what a silly boy

🍅 - his answer was "i'd buy you something that would make you smile, no matter what." then i asked him to elaborate and sei just replied "perhaps a puppy.". i have yet to process this.

🌶️ - bold of you to assume sei's immune system isn't literal iron. he rarely gets sick. though when he catches a cold and ends up with a sore throat, i make him a cup of tea with a spoonful of honey to ease with the irritation.

🫚 - sei is quite picky, actually. he would never eat natto, kimchi, raw octopus and liver. he prefers seafood over meat, but when it comes to it, he only eats well-done steak. he despises red meat.

🥕 - sei wasn't very fond of vegetables as a child but his nanny and his mother taught him from a young age to finish his plate (which was always sectioned) and he always obliged. of course he was also allowed to have sweets from time to time, but he was never fussy about his veggies before.

🧅 - sei is not very emotional. even at the toughest times, he still holds back his tears. what he does instead is just show a puzzled expression that reflects his despair perfectly -- and that's scarier than a tear rolling down his cheek. i wish he expose himself to vulnerability a bit more but if he's comfortable the way he is, i won't insist. as long as he doesn't bottle it up, it's fine with me.

🌽 - sei really likes eagles and lions. as for pets, he likes horses (obviously) and cats. i have a cat and a dog and he always manages to get oreo (the cat) on his lap. he usually isn't very fond of dogs since they bark a lot and can be disobedient, but my dog is such a chill old guy that sei has taken a liking to him.

🥦 - like i mentioned before, dogs that bark at him and are disobedient. he also feels this way towards children -- while he understands that some kids simply won't listen, he still finds them annoying. he isn't annoyed by people who chew loudly (he's used to it) but (boku)sei draws the line at slow walkers. meanwhile (ore)sei is a slow walker himself.

🥒 - other than the fear of failure and chaos (which are so painfully evident, i won't elaborate), he has thanatophobia (fear of death and losing his loved ones). he also doesn't fuck with clowns. now this isn't exactly a phobia but he's constantly haunted by the thought and possibility of becoming like his father.

🥬 - sei sets alarms for specific times such as 6:24, 7:02, 8:33 (instead of just 6:30, 7:00, etc)...also, when he's at home, he has an assigned seat (always at the head of the table.). he hasn't drank milk in a while but when he was a kid, sei would always put the milk before the cereal. some people call that criminal.

🫛 - (ore)sei likes petnames and nicknames! he finds it endearing whenever i call him "sei", and he uses petnames a lot, such as "darling", "my love", and "my knight". (boku)sei is a different case; i call him "aka-chan" and he accepts it, but never quite commented on it. patience!

🫑 - death is a sensitive topic for him. before death eventually takes him, sei would like to play one last game with his friends and have a post-game commemoration at maji burger...

🥑 - sei is very interested in history, especially the history of japan! he is interested in sadō (the tea ceremony) and kyūdō (japanese archery).

🍠 - sei either indulges in one of his hobbies or starts online hunting for those "Good Morning🦋🦋" pictures and gifs to send all of his groupchats when the clock hits 6am.

🍆 - he likes the smell of sandalwood incense. sei has also taken a liking to vanilla since that's...what my hair smells like...

🧄 - he has an allergy to pollen, especially during spring season. sei's eyes tend to get puffy and watery and his nose becomes stuffy. must protect him from pollen at all costs!

🥔 - out of the two of us, sei is the cook. i'm a disaster in the kitchen. he likes dishes with tofu -- which is something we eat a lot, since i'm a vegetarian. he likes especially tofu soup and yudofu.

🍄‍🟫 - he would probably be a chimera of a dragon mixed with a lion.

the ULTIMATE f/o infodumping ask game!

(this is gonna be a long one...)

🍓 - disregarding the career your f/o currently has, what other career would they consider going into, if given the chance?

🍒 - if your f/o and you spend a day doing anything, anything at all, what would they do and why?

🍎 - what's your f/o's favorite drink? any drink, alcoholic or non alcoholic!

🍉 - is your f/o religious? what's their opinion on religion or spirituality?

🍑 - is your f/o more comfortable giving or receiving gifts? why? do they have any preferences on gifts they like receiving?

🍊 - if you asked your f/o to peel an orange for you, what would they do?

🥭 - did your f/o have stuffed animals growing up? do they still have stuffed animals? do they have a favorite?

🍍 - if you could change any one thing about your f/os backstory/character, what would you change? why?

🍌 - does your f/o have a vendetta against The Big Light™? what kind of lighting do they prefer?

🍋 - if your f/o could change one thing about themselves, what would they change and why?

🍋‍🟩 - is your f/o superstitious? is there any habits they follow or quirks they have to follow said superstitions? like not opening umbrellas indoors to avoid back luck?

🍈 - does your f/o believe in fate? do they thing everything is preplanned out by the universe or a higher power, or do they think that the idea of fate is bogus? why?

🍏 - if you have any queer headcanons for your f/o, how did they realize they were queer?

🍐 - does your f/o have any nervous ticks or idle quirks they do? like mindlessly tapping on a desk or fiddling with their hair when they're stressed?

🥝 - would your f/o ever let you do their make-up? what does their make-up process look like? is it simple? complex?

🫒 - what kind of hugger is your f/o? do they give good hugs? do they like hugs? do they like receiving hugs?

🫐 - is your f/o more of a writer or an artist? would you say your f/o is more left or right brained?

🍇 - if you and your f/o never met, what do you think your f/o would be doing right now?

🥥 - what hobbies does your f/o have? is there any hobby they would like to get into that they haven't tried out yet? what is it?

🍅 - if your f/o could buy you any gift in the world, whether it exists or not, what would they buy you? or, if they could make you something, what would it be?

🌶️ - does your f/o have any remedies they follow when they get sick? like taking a shot of whiskey to get rid of a fever?

🫚 - is your f/o a picky eater? is there any foods they will not under any circumstances, gun to their head, eat?

🥕 - when your f/o was little, did they dislike vegetables? do they still dislike them?

🧅 - what makes your f/o cry? do they get emotional at sad movies or books? do they only get emotional under very rare circumstances?

🌽 - does your f/o have a favorite animal? what is it? are they scared of any animals?

🥦 - does your f/o have any pet peeves? things that just really really get on their nerves? what are they and why?

🥒 - what's your f/o afraid of? do they have any phobias? anything minor they're scared of?

🥬 - what are some beige flags your f/o has? so, not bad, but not nessecarily good either. just. "oh. you do This."

🫛 - how does your f/o feel about pet names or nicknames? do they like them? hate them? what are their favorites and least favorites to be called and to use?

🫑 - how does your f/o feel about death? are they afraid of it? is there anything specific they'd like to do before they die?

🥑 - is there any niche topics your f/o is interested in? what are they and why do they like them?

🍠 - what are a few of your f/os favorite pastimes or things that they do when they're bored?

🍆 - does your f/o have a favorite scent? why is it their favorite? do they have a least favorite scent?

🧄 - does your f/o have any allergies? food or otherwise?

🥔 - does your f/o have any food dishes they make often? is there any foods you make for your f/o that they enjoy?

🍄‍🟫 - if your f/o could be any mythological species, what would they be? if your f/o is already a mythological species, would they ever want to be human?

I recommend practicing reblog karma ! people love infodumping about their f/os :) I also recommend sending more than one emoji at a time,,, there are Many here...!!!

[imsofreakingtired]

idk if this might be off the table but can you write about sevika finding reader on the bridge about to jump off of it but she gets there just in time

Feel free to ignore if you don’t like it !

thank you for the request anon </3

disclaimer: this piece is not meant to trivialize, romanticize, or dramatize mental illness. i write these to cope and draw the content matter from my own experiences. if you are personally going through something like this, please please reach out and seek help!! tumblr is not a viable replacement for therapy!! and as always if this content is triggering or upsetting for you, pls scroll away and take care of yourself 💙💙

don't let me go

content warning(s): heavy angst, depictions of depression and self-destructive ideation (hurt/COMFORT this time tho trust 🙏)

"this world is a wasteland where nothing can grow if it weren't for you, i'd be here all alone i know in my heart this is where we belong this world is a wasteland... don't let me go."

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*context: reader and sevika have been friends since childhood and now both work under silco.*

~~~

“Sevika,” you say. 

She grunts. 

“What’s your dream?” 

“My dream?” 

“What do you want. I mean really want.” 

Sevika rolls a broken bottle under her boot before pulling back her foot and kicking it into the river. It takes off with a sharp clinking sound, the music of breaking glass, before sailing through the air and plunging into the river water.

“Kill my old man,” she says.

“Okay, second to that.” 

She looks at you. “What d’you mean?” 

You stare back. She is only eighteen but looks older than her years, already tired of the world and its cruelties. She has grown too quickly for her young mind. Her body is hardened to the undercity. You love her with a hopelessness deeper than the black river dividing Zaun and Piltover. 

You ask again, “what do you want?”

She flashes you a rare crooked smile. “To live with you up there.” Pointing in the direction of Piltover. 

“In Topside?”

“No. In the sky.” 

There’s a pause. Then you say to her, “you’re so stupid.” 

“What do you want?” She returns. 

“Me?” I want you. The unspoken words tumble to the tip of your tongue, and you swallow them again. 

“I want a fucking break,” you say instead.

“Hunh.” She kicks another bottle. “We’ll get it. When Zaun is free, we’ll get it.” 

It isn’t quite what you mean, but you don’t try to explain yourself. You don’t tell her that she is the only reason you’re here, even when it sometimes feels like your will to live is clinging on by the fingernails. You don’t tell her that the sound of her voice anchors you when you start spiralling, guilt-ridden and full of self-hatred. You don’t tell her that the greatest fight in your life is not against the enforcers but with yourself. You don’t tell her that you fight every day because of her. 

Because you know she doesn’t fight for you. She fights for Zaun. 

~~~

Sevika watches you closely, though you never realize it. You have been acting strange nowadays, working for days on end without sleep or not coming into work at all. Silco has said nothing about it, because you’re one of his most prized henchwomen, but Sevika can sense something is off. You barely speak two words together unless it’s necessary, and when you do it sounds like your mind is far away. You look tired all the time and sometimes you disappear altogether, returning an hour later as if nothing had happened. And only Sevika notices the bloody cuticles, the swelling around your eyelids. 

One day she corners you in the passageway outside Silco’s office. 

“Are you sick?” she demands. It comes out more brusquely than she intends. She is mortified at her own concern for you. She doesn’t want you to see how much she worries for you, the effect you have on her. 

You look up at her in alarm. “No,” you say quickly. Too quickly. 

“Then why…” she searches for the right words, struggling not to betray herself. “Don’t lie to me,” she says at last. “Something’s wrong.” 

You can see right through her tough façade. You can see the concern in her frowning eyes. And all of a sudden you’re filled with deadly hope and an overwhelming desire to let go. Break down. Tell her everything.

But then you remember that most likely, she’s only concerned with the impact this may have on your usefulness to Silco—to Zaun. You’re terrified she might discover your condition and tell Silco to fire you, that you might be holding them back, that your emotional instability might make your jobs sloppy. 

So you do what you do best. You swallow your words. 

“I’m fine,” you say. “I’m sorry.” 

Her frown deepens. “I said don’t lie.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize, either.” 

“I have work to do, Sevika.” You try to move past her but she reaches out and stops you with her mechanical arm. 

“You used to tell me everything,” Sevika says. Was that a trace of sadness in her tone? Was it your imagination, or was there a softer look in her eyes? 

“There’s nothing to tell,” you say, and each word feels like a dagger in your own heart. “I swear.” 

You duck under her arm and walk swiftly away from her. 

~~~

It is a clear night and you and Sevika are on the rooftop of the Last Drop, sharing a bottle of wine. You can hear Vander and Silco arguing inside the bar, most likely on the topic of politics. They are already dreaming big, thinking past the long fight to overcome, visualizing a brilliant and abstract future. 

You do not see a future. On bad days you see nothing. 

On the good days…

Sevika takes a drink from the bottle and slings an arm around your shoulder. She can be casually affectionate when she’s in the mood, and you cherish these moments. You lean your head on her shoulder. Her skin is warm under her shirt. 

“What would you do if I died?” you ask her. 

Sevika doesn’t answer right away. But you feel her grip on you tighten. 

“If I lost you,” she says finally, “how do you think I’ll go on?”

~~~

When Sevika finds your note, the first thing she thinks of is that conversation on the roof, years ago. She has not forgotten a single thing you ever told her, and the recollection fills her with a terror she’s never known before. 

The slip of paper in her hand reads, you don’t need me anymore. Thank you. For all the moments you gave me before. 

Sevika doesn’t even stop to put on her cloak. She just turns around and runs. 

She’s too late. She’s too late. She’s too late. 

She tears down the street, pushing people carelessly out of the way. As she runs she activates the Shimmer cartridge in her mechanical arm. A hot rush, the familiar jolt, the searing pink in her vision. She runs faster, faster until the buildings are a blur around her, until the sweat flicks off her face. 

Between gasping breaths, like a mantra to you, she whispers, “Please. Please. Please.” 

~~~

It is too late to cry, it is too late to turn back, it is too late to think. Your chest is tight with all you remember. The waters churn under you. 

The only person in the world you have hung on for is Sevika. You tell yourself she will move on quickly. You tell yourself that your death would not make much of a difference to her. What was one person lost in the grand cause? Silco would be able to find a replacement in no time, and the great machinery of Zaun will continue to turn its weary gears. 

Sevika is now a part of that machine. Sevika will not miss you. 

You close your eyes and let your body fall forward. 

Someone screams your name, a raw desperate sound that doesn’t even sound human. 

A flash of rippling pink, a burning sensation around your waist, and then suddenly you’re on the ground. Someone’s arms are wrapped around you, someone’s voice is in your ear, and someone’s hot tears are falling into your hair. 

Sevika. 

Your eyes are shut because you’re afraid you’re already gone. You’re afraid if you open your eyes your senses will catch up with you, and Sevika will be replaced by the cold embrace of water, Sevika’s voice will become the rushing waves over your head. 

But she’s holding you still. She’s holding you so tight you can hardly breathe. She’s saying, over and over, “I’ve got you, I’ve got you, you’re okay.” 

And you can feel her heart pounding wildly against your ear, which is the only indication of how scared she actually is. 

You free your arms and wrap them around her neck. You let yourself break down. You cry until your chest feels like it’s tearing apart. She’s still holding you, her mech arm pressed into your back like a brace, and you cling to her tighter. 

“Don’t let me go,” you beg. “Oh god, don’t let me go.” 

“I won’t,” she says roughly, her voice shaking. “I never will.”

~~~

note: dear readers, i am sorry. 🥲

[nodoubtily]

reader trying to take control but niki puts her in her place? 🫠🫠

TW:// angry sex so MDNI, bratty reader, annoying as fuck reader, possessiveness if you squint, choking, bulge kink, vulgar words and language, usage of pet names (good girl, bitch, slut etc..), thigh fucking. NOT proofread. Lmk if I missed anything!!

ALSO I FORGOT I HAD THIS ANON ASK IN MY DRAFTS TEEHEE here u go pookie 🫶

Fucking brat.

You’d like to say you don’t know how you got in this situation. But see, that’d be a lie.

The day started like any other. But that quickly changed, as seemingly everything got on your fucking nerves. And Niki did not know why. You weren’t on your period- you had met him know that (by snapping at him that you weren’t). You had a good night of rest, and Niki knew he hadn’t done anything because he’s carrying on with the routine he’s imprinted in his mind, and you’ve never been angry at him for that before.

So he was really confused, to say the least. And as the day progressed, you only became more bratty. More independent. Which, in hindsight, should’ve shown how the night would go. But all Niki wanted was to make you feel better. So he dealt with the snarky responses, the groans of frustration and the constant eye rolls. He powered through, as today was probably just a bad day. His turning point would boil over soon enough though…

“I don’t fucking know?” You retort, venom dripping through your teeth. Niki sighs, pushing through.

“Baby..” he tries a new approach, slowly walking to your stiff body. His hands find your waist, and he pulls you slowly to him, pressing you against his body. His breathing calm, hands cold and eyes wider. You, still breathing fire, try to push him away, but you both know you don’t really want him to.

“Want me to make you feel better?” His voice is soft when he speaks, edging his face closer to yours. You scoff.

“I don’t care.” You shrug. He nods, gently wrapping his hand in yours, interlocking fingers as he leads you to your shared bedroom. He takes you to the bed, laying you down on your back, hovering over you. His lips find yours, in a slow kiss that turns more desperate.

He begins a trail of kisses down your jawline, to your neck, nibbling at the pulse, before making his way below. His hands bunch at the hem of your (his) shirt, lifting it as his kisses progress to your abdomen. You sit up slightly so you can pull the shirt off completely, leaving you bare, the cold air awakening your nipples. He stops at where your pajama shorts start, seeking silent permission with his eyes.

You tsk. “I haven’t stopped you yet?” He takes that as a yes, ripping your shorts down your legs. He’s internally shocked, seeing the sight of your bare pussy. You weren’t wearing panties. “Well?” Your hands clasp onto his hair, pulling his head down. Niki feels his blood spike, anger rising silently, almost as if it wasn’t there.

His tongue laps at your folds, awakening your pussy. Then, with no warning, his lips grasp your clit, sucking harshly. Your legs twitch, your thighs closing around his head mercilessly. A loud, short moan erupts from your throat.

“Give me more…” even now you’re still demanding. Niki allows you to take control, planning on tiring you out until you’re not longer a rude girlfriend, but you only seem to be getting worse now you’re getting your way again. Shit, Heeseung Hyung is right. Niki does spoil you.

Niki’s fingers trail along your entrance, and your hips buck into his face more. “Don’t fucking tease me..” with that, he elicits a moan out of you again when he shoves his middle and index finger inside at once. “Fuck!” You exclaim. Pulling his head back, you glare at him. “Prep me next time, fuck.”

He continues to ignore that, admitting to himself that was a moment of pettiness. He did not like that fact you pulled his away, just to shove back where it was. The breaking point was when you tried degrading him. “My little fucking slut. Eating me out ‘cause I’m angry. Maybe you should’ve have been a fucking lest today.”

And just like that, Niki rips his head away from your cunt, opening your legs wider. You groan, that turns into a pained whimper as Niki lands a slap to your cunt. “Shut the fuck up.” You’re gagged.

Niki gets off the bed, stripping himself of his clothes, before returning to his previous position.

“What the hell are you-“

“What did I say?” His voice cuts through yours, and you, as if a stubborn child, plop on your back, arms folded, huffing in annoyance. “Keep quiet if you want me to even think about letting you cum.”

“I’m going to cum.” You snap back.

“Not with this fucking attitude you’re not.” His voice replicates yours, and you take offence to it, as if that’s not how you’ve been speaking all day to him. When you don’t have a response, he hums. “Already doing better.” His hand wraps around his cock, stroking it a few times to get it really hard, before lining his tip to your entrance. You breath hitches, waiting for the stretch, but huff again when you don’t get it.

“What are you doing?” You ask.

“Beg.”

“I’m sorry? What?” Your voice is laced with shock. “Beg?” You mock.

“Beg me to even slide the tip in.” Niki teases his tip along your slit, applying pressure every now and then. At the lack of response, he rests his cock on your public bone as his hands grab the outside of your thighs, slamming them together around his shaft. He starts rocking his hips, his body meeting your thighs as he fucks himself with your thighs, barely scraping your clit as his balls slam against your entrance, which is already leaking with arousal.

Niki’s head falls back, the sensitivity getting to him as he becomes more vocal, little groans leaving from his chest.

“Put it in..” you whine, attempting to pull your thighs away, but he’s too strong.

“Beg me to.” He repeats, unbothered. “Or I’ll just cum like this and leave you to your own fingers. You can finger yourself as long as you can, not even reaching to your orgasm because you’re so pathetic to point you need me for everything.”

“Fuck! Whatever. Please.” Niki doesn’t relent, your clit throbbing with need as he continues to use your thighs for his own satisfaction.

“You don’t want to fucking cum?” He chuckles mockingly. “Fine by me.” He speeds up even more, which gets you more desperate.

“No please! I want to cum. I need to cum! I want you inside! Please fuck me. Need it so bad— please!” You relented, your need to feel him overpowering everything else. He stops straight away, wrenching your legs apart again.

“Was that so fucking hard?” He spits as he slams his cock in one go. He bottoms out quickly, giving you the courtesy to adjust. He doesn’t give you long though, adamant on fucking the brat out of you.

His hips pull back to the point he almost slips out, before he slams back in, jolting your body, bouncing your tits. He continues that a few more times until he works you both up a bit more.

“So fucking rude. All day, so rude to me as if I wasn’t doing everything to help you.” His frustration fuels his stamina even more, thrusts hard and merciless, knocking the wind out of you. “Did this shit wrong, did that wrong. Was never enough for your bitchiness.” Loud, shaky gasps and whines left your mouth, feeding on every word he throws at you, causing your cunt to throb even more.

“You dirty girl. Clenching on my cock like a hungry whore. Be glad you’re even getting it. Should just cum in you and fuck off.” His mouth only releases dirty words, the smell of sex quickly flooding the atmosphere.

“G-gonna,” you find difficulty remembering how to speak, mind only on Niki and his big dick.

He laughs again, sneering at you, ostracising you. “Already fucked stupid and I’ve barely even started.”

“Gonna c-cum.” Your voice is whiny, pleading. Your eyes widen in desperation, scared he’ll deny you of the pleasure. “Please, god. Baby, please let me fucking cum. Want to make a mess on you, fucking please.” Your voice is heaving, heavy sighs and desperation flooding your speech.

“Make a mess on me, hm? Wanna coat my cock with your slick? Decorate our sheets with your liquids?” He asks, hands creeping along your body. One finds itself wrapped around your neck, applying pressure every few seconds before realising. The other palms your lower abdomen, causing you to cry out in pleasure as he feels his bulge, pressing it even tighter in your hole. “My pretty cocksleeve. My stupid whore. You’re all fucking mine.” You nod, albeit with difficulty due to Niki’s hand, but you nod needily.

“You’re cocksleeve. Your whore. Want all of it— please!” Your hands grasp his biceps for support, feeling unsteady as his hips bash into yours without much thought.

Niki suddenly pulls out, and before you get the chance to ask why, he flips you into your stomach, manhandling you so the side your face is pressed against the pillow, your ass lifted as high as your arch in your back will allow. Niki lands a few slaps to each of your ass cheeks, before sliding in once more. This new angle reaches deeper, and you both collectively moan loudly. Both his hands rest on your hips, fucking into you from behind as your moans are muffled by your hair and pillow.

“Want to cum?” He asks.

You nod quickly. “Yes! Yesyesyesyesyes—“ your eyes roll back, pussy exploding all over Niki’s cock as you tremble through your orgasm, riding it out as he fucks you through it, prolonging it. “Fuck yes—! Thank you so much, thank you so fucking much, baby.” You thank him, before the overstimulation overwhelms you, and you whine again.

“I’m gonna cum.” Niki announces, hands everywhere, before one again wraps around your throat, pulling your body up from the bed, flushed against your back whilst the other works his fingers over your puffy clit. “You’re gonna cum with me.”

You shake your head. “T-too sensitive.” You beg.

“You’re going to cut with me or I pull out.” You nod, arching your back so he hits you G-spot once more. His tip abuses that soft pad, working your way to your other orgasm as he speeds up, including his fingers. He keeps this up, until he presses his hips flush against your ass, shooting his hot whiteness deep inside of you, more seeping out as your orgasm prolongs once more. “Fuck. You’re so fucking tight, baby.” He sighs, panting as he continues riding your highs together.

“Mm-fuckkkk.” You’re absolutely fried. Your body plops onto the bed once more when Niki lets go of you, legs shaking and quivering as you forget to do anything else but lay.

“Feeling better?” You nod at his question. “You’re not going to be a bitch anymore?” He asks you again. You shake your head. “Good girl.” Niki doesn’t expect anything more from you, and you’ll most likely apologise for it tomorrow when you’re in the right mindest, most likely resulting in your kneeling between his legs.

I literally forgot this existed…I’m so sorry what the fuck.

perm taglist — @jyikeu @goldenretrieverjakezgirlbaby

[dolcekissy]

Why is the song one more night by maroon 5 so rafe coded. Like reader and rafe can NEVER make it out of the situationship stage no matter how hard they try. Especially with the lyric

“ Try to tell you, "No" But my body keeps on telling you, "Yes" , when rafe comes over late one night and they have the nastiest, sex where he has you folded in half. Spitting in your mouth. Hand around your neck. Just to show you who you really belonged too one last time.

Anyways!!

oh my goshhh yes. i fucking love your mind!!! i decided to make them extremely toxic lmfao. i feel like i got carried away with this idk if i like it 🥲 ugh, i hope you enjoy this lmk if you hate it lol

disclaimer // 18+ content. this story includes unprotected sex, p in v, spitting, toxic!rafe & toxic!reader, a bit of blood, and physical alterations.

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for the past 2 years, you've been infatuated with rafe. every part of your being subconsciously attaching to him, begging to be closer, his presence crawling in your skin no matter how far he is ─ brain tingling when he's around, heart heavy when he's away.

the love rafe has for you is sickening, a problem almost. he shows his love through gifts, compliments, sex ─ when you aren't arguing. he'd kill for you, you wouldn't put it past him if he already had ─ always in protective mode, ready to go to bat for you. but no matter how hard you try, you can never make it past the stage of being labeled as anything other than, "the girl i've been seeing for a while." to the public.

it's a mind fuck, really. one day he's spoiling you, calling you his girlfriend and the next he's screaming at you, veins popping out of his neck, your finger jabbing at his chest as you scream back just as loud ─ threatening to hit him after you caught him with his tongue down some blonde chicks throat, apologizing by "making love to you," ─ moaning an "i love you." in your ear, begging you to never leave him as he came inside of you.

shoupe knows your full names by heart, addresses engraved into his brain, the inside of your places carved into his mind from each encounter he's experienced with the two of you. calls being made every other week, screaming and glass breaking, doors slamming and loud crying, car doors slamming and tires screeching ─ loud moans and beds creaking.

"when it's good, it's good but when it's bad, it's bad." you huff out each time sarah confronts the relationship you have with her brother, her eyes roaming over the hand print on your neck, not sure if it's from him choking you out of anger or pleasure ─ honestly you're not too sure either. you're telling her he did it during sex, no clue if that's even the truth.

you should hate him, he should hate you. the black eyes you've given him, the marks he's left on your wrists and neck ─ his actions harsh enough to make you cry, your words harsh enough you've made him cry. you're promises of never speaking to him again never falling through, always giving into each other ─ into the cycle. always forgiving him once his cock sinks into you and he's whispering apologies, whispering broken promises of the future he'll give you.

todays the same as usual ─ promising he would never hear from you again after another heated argument on the phone, angry tears streaming down your cheeks, face pale and eyes bloodshot from exhaustion ─ voice hoarse and your chest bubbling in hurt until his lips are the only thing soothing the burn in your throat. sinking his cock into your tight hole, thrusting slowly as his tongue licks away the tears slipping down your cheeks as your eyes squeeze shut, whispering, "let this be the last time, rafe." ─ something in him snapping at the seriousness in your tone.

your feet are pressed against his chest, wide and teary eyes gazing into his, soft lips parted as you pant, hands gripping onto his forearm as his hand travels up your sternum ─ hand wrapping around your neck tightly, blunt fingernails digging into the side of your neck. his tongue runs down your cheek again, down to your parted lips, forcing his tongue into your mouth, exploring your gums and teeth angrily.

his hips ram into yours, cock hitting all the right places, balls slapping against the fat of your ass, his pelvis pounding against your swollen clit as he forces your thrashing head to face him ─ fingers digging into your cheeks as he spits in your mouth, eyes never leaving yours as he taps your cheek harshly, signaling for you to swallow.

your nails are scratching at his forearm, breaking the skin, little droplets of blood forming as his grip tightens ─ vision slowly turning black as you cry out in pleasure, your whole body on fire as his hand reaches down, slapping and pinching your clit. his head tilting to the side, watching as your eyes roll back ─ hand traveling back up to slap your cheek so your eyes focus back on him, his lips curling into a snarl as he speaks,

"want this to be the last time? fine, your wish is my fuckin' command then. but don't you ever─ever fuckin' forget who you belong to." he spits, hand pushing on your neck with each word, your head forcefully bopping up and down against the sheets.

"don't you ever forget who you'll be running back to every fucking time. i fucking own you."

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[novacorpsrecruit]

It’s lonely at the top

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wc 998 | Steddie | angst

Steve has always been the life of the party. Even at parties he wasn’t hosting. He could shot gun a beer. Take shots like water. He was popular.

Until he wasn’t. And that’s okay. He grew to like being unpopular and unnoticed.

But he was never really unnoticed, was he? He had Robin and Eddie and the kids. He felt the same love and attention in a different way. A better way.

And maybe him and Eddie start to get closer than he’s ever been with a guy. And he’s okay with that. Actually, more than okay. This is what he wants.

He wants Eddie.

And Eddie wants him.

They start to date and eventually make a plan to move to Chicago. Robin’s already there for art school. They just need to find their own apartment.

So they found a shitty little apartment near Motor Row. Eddie’s got a decent job at a record store.

Steve’s taking classes at a city college and works at a local diner. They make ends meet.

One day, Eddie comes home and says a coworker invited them to a house party. Eddie’s never been to a house party with the exception of selling on the property.

So they go.

Eddie becomes the life of the party. Quickly absorbed in the attention. Steve doesn’t blame him. He would too. Eddie deserves the attention. He deserves to have a stage.

But Steve quickly gets forgotten. Lost in the crowd of people he doesn’t know. Everyone here were metalheads or at least into the scene. Steve stood out. He was glared at. Pushed around. Pushed away from Eddie.

Eventually, Steve found refuge outside. Bummed a cigarette off of someone and waited. He wasn’t sure what he was waiting for — the party to slow, his nerves to calm down, or eddie to find him.

But none of that happened until well after midnight.

“Stevie, what are you doing out here?” Eddie asked, leaning against the porch. Steve shrugged.

“Needed some air,” Steve said, dropping his 4th cigarette on the cement and stubbing it out with his shoe. “You ready to go?”

Eddie smiled sheepishly. “I think we’re thinking about getting food. You down?”

Steve declined. He was tired. He had a 7 am class. He would meet Eddie at home. Eddie gave his cheek a quick kiss goodbye and went back inside. Steve stuck his hands in his pocket and went home.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if the parties didn’t happen weekly. Steve tried to stay home but Eddie wouldn’t allow it. He wanted to be with Steve. He wanted them both to have fun.

But every time they got to the house, Eddie was quickly pulled away, and Steve would find himself outside again.

A routine that felt never ending.

Steve never felt so alone.

One night, Steve was done. He just got off of work before Eddie pulled him to the party. He hasn’t ate. He’s got class in the morning. He wanted to go home.

So he pushed his way through the crowd, searching for Eddie.

The music’s too loud. There’s too many people. He can’t find Eddie.

The further he moves in, the more people shove him around.

He felt one deliberate shove. “Fuck off, loser!”

Steve lost his balance. He crashed into someone. Their beer soaked his shirt.

“Steve?”

Fuck. It was Eddie.

“Steve, are you okay?” Eddie said, kneeling down next to Steve. “Hey, look at me.”

“Eddie, you know this loser?” Someone laughed. “Can’t stay on his feet.”

“I want to go home,” Steve said quietly.

Eddie frowned. “In an hour? Trick’s pulling out some weed soon.”

Steve felt his eyes swell up with tears. Another hour meant two. Then the diner. Then another late night. He pinched his nose.

“I’m going home,” he rephrased himself, leaning back on his feet to stand up.

“Steve —“

Steve pushed himself through the crowd, making his way to the front. He could hear protests, people begging Eddie not to leave.

Steve crossed the threshold of the house, feeling Eddie’s hand on his arm, pulling him to a stop.

“Why are you going?” Eddie asked. “I thought we were having fun?”

“You’re having fun,” Steve said. “I’m always outside waiting for you.”

“You’d have more fun if you were inside,” Eddie argued.

“They don’t like me!”

“Not everyone’s going to like you, Steve.”

“Nobody in there likes me,” Steve said. “Hell, I don’t think you like me in there.”

“What do you mean I don’t like you?” Eddie snapped.

“We go inside and you immediately abandon me!” Steve shouted. “Ask me how long I wait out here for you each night.”

“I’m not doing this,” Eddie said, hands up.

“Four hours,” Steve continued. “I tried talking to your friends, but nobody knows me! They think I’m just a loser who shows up here every week. We don’t even go home together!”

“You never want to get food with us!” Eddie shouted. “It’s like you’re not even trying.”

“I’m trying eddie, I am,” Steve said. “But it’s like you’re embarrassed by me. You don’t even defend me when someone calls me a loser.”

“They didn’t mean it.”

Steve let out a lifeless laugh. “Maybe we’re too different now. You got your friends. Go have fun Eddie.”

Eddie looked over his shoulder at the party that was calling his name. “You get home safe?”

“Not like you really care,” Steve said, stepping away. “We’re over, Eddie.”

“Steve —“

“No, go be the single guy you’ve been telling everyone you are. I’ll be okay.”

Steve pinched his nose as he walked away from the party. Away from Eddie.

Some part of him wished that Eddie would follow. Would walk home with him. Would choose Steve over the party.

But he didn’t.

Steve knew the second Eddie walked into the party as the crowd erupted into cheers.

He didn’t care about Steve anymore.

And maybe it was time that Steve didn’t care either.

[xxstylefntsyxx]

I WANNA RUIN OUR FRIENDSHIP, WE SHOULD BE LOVERS INSTEAD

[Part 1]- [Part 2]-[you are here]

Continuation I ran out of words what the fuck so this is a finale and small story.

"You sure you wanna do this? If you're not sure, you can just stop here." He asked you gently, holding your hips in place. You adjusted your hips, feeling his cock slide against your clit. You moaned, twitching slightly at the tip, lightly touching it each time you moved. He chuckled, "Mm okay, okay. That's fine honey, just wanted to make sure you were sure." He whispered. He placed is hands on your hips, a tight grip that made you hum.

"You know I've thought about doing this to you. A lot, o really just wanted to hold you and make you feel special." He placed himself at your entrance, "Something special, in my opinion. But another part of me just wanted to hear you."

He slowly filled you, making you whine. He was big, fit snuggly in between your wet folds. He whimpered at the warmth enveloping him.

"Wan-you to hold me. F-for a while!" You moaned. He leaned down, angling himself into your cervix, "Me too, pretty girl♡ lemme make that up to you."

Picking away at your cervix at an alarming speed, you couldn't catch your breath. “Shit!” You groaned. Feeling his Galla slap your clit in a wet manner. You arched instinctively into him, whining and moaning. He smirked against your neck, “That feel good? Yeah?” It was hot and your face felt like it was on fire. There was a knock but you two ignored it. Too content in the way he fucked your cervix. A coil built in your stomach making you stutter, “C-ah! Cumming!”

That hot coil burst and you came. He groaned a, “Good fucking girl.” And came right after. You two pushed against each other in ecstasy. Eyes rolled back and panting like dogs. He decorated you in more kisses and praise, still coming down from his own. Yeah, he definitely has to do that again. This time a but more gentler. He was living with the view of you on your stomach, sweat glistening and cunt plugged with his cock. “Shit, gotta get you cleaned up at least.” he said hopping off the bed.

“How the fuck?” You whispered, “Are you moving around!?”

You slowly got up to look at him walking around like an hour of your life didn’t just get sucked out of you. Hair fucked up, lips swollen, eyes puffy, and body barely even keeping you up. Daisuke turned around, “Pink or Blue towel and because I haven’t had sex since I was like eighteen man. I’m pretty fit out, stamina unmatched.”

“That isn’t how that goes jackass! Look at me!” You uttered pointing half-assed at yourself. Daisuke giggled, “Just say you couldn’t take it.”

You threw his pillow at his face, a goofy grin in your face, “I’m not too tired to fuck you up!” He dodged it moving out the way of the pillow, letting it hit the dresser, “Too tired to take the time to aim?”

“Give me the blue one.” You sighed in defeat. You could feel his dumbass staring at you. “If you’re laughing I’ll kill you.” You claimed. Daisuke chuckled, “Sure pretty. Now! Open up, lemme clean you.”

The Next Day

It was breakfast, awfully quiet you could only hear the food being cooked on the stove. You two were sitting at the table. Rubbing your necks and pulling your clothes up against the scars of your previous night. Jimmy was sitting by Swansea with a face of shock and disappointment, while Swansea was relaxed and had a content smile. Curly and Anya on the other hand were in silence, faces blushed pink and red. They weren’t keen on staying near the two of you so the kitchen was their safe suit. Daisuke cleared his throat with a tiny cough prompting eyes to look at him.

The silence was hesitantly broken by a loud clap. Anya jumped, calming down once she realized it was Swansea. Swansea clapped four good times, laughing afterwards. Jimmy stared at him out the corner of his eye, he scoffed, “I need more coffee… and a cigarette too.” He grumbled, getting up and leaving to the kitchen with the other two. Swansea still laughing, shrugged it off, “Ah, screw you, you middle aged bastard.”

Daisuke stuttered, “Did we- do something?”

You whispered, “oh my god.” Swansea took that as an invitation, “Explain, did something son?”

Daisuke sheepishly looked at you then at the floor with a shade of red dusting his face, “Not coming to work on time?”

“No! Absolutely not! These metal walls aren’t made of sound canceling materials you sick pieces of shit! You don’t think we could hear you two!? Like rabbits!? Disgusting behavior!” Jimmy yelled. You quietly looked away, holding your head in your hands, embarrassed. Daisuke sighed, “You’re mad I got pussy and you don’t?”

“Daisuke!” Curly gasped, even Anya didn’t expect it, a face of shock and pure horror. Jimmy snapped, running towards the space and yelling, “No one wants to hear that!”

Swansea was having a ball. The best piece of entertainment he’ll ever get in a life time, “Tell me Y/N! Was he a good kisser?”

You covered your neck instinctively, hearing Swansea laugh louder. Daisuke on the other hand was down talking Jimmy for not being like him. He was beaming with joy and owning up to what he did. “You’re mad she loves me!” Daisuke retorted. Then he gave you a smug look, “And this di-“

“DAISUKE!” everyone including you yelled. He threw his hands up with a, “Am I wrong!?”

Fin.

A/N; I enjoyed writing this! Sucky ass Internet I fucking hate it here, but don’t worry, I will be here!

[suzukiblu]

hi, question for you, have you ever experienced prolonged writer’s block before? do you happen to have any advice for getting a writing flow going again, that you’d be willing to share?

bc i don’t want to get too heavy in your asks, but between chronic illness/fatigue and longterm autistic burnout i haven’t been able to write a single word in several years now, and GOD am i tired of it. it’s like all the stories and words are stuck inside me and i can see it all in my head but the faucet is jammed and i just can’t get it OUT! i have been slowly feeling like the creative embers are maybe starting to spark again but it’s so hard not to get impatient with myself because it never seems to actually transfer to paper (or word document or notes app). any ideas or tips?

no pressure to answer this if you don’t want to of course, regardless i really enjoy your writing and i’m so glad that i can at least engage with fandom through other authors even when i can’t write my own stories! 💛

Oh god, yeah, I DEFINITELY have experienced that, hahasob. I have gone through at LEAST a year or two without, like, putting down a single word or even drawing anything, just total creative block/not there-ness. Like I feel u on that one, bud.

Good news: now if I write less than 2k in a day I think "oh that's kinda low, huh", so like . . . definitely "didn't write jack shit for [ INSERT TIME PERIOD HERE ]" has yet to sink me, and therefore fuck if it's gonna sink ANY of us. We persevere!!

So like, in my experience actually helpful writing advice is just SO wildly "you just gotta try shit 'til something works"-based that I'mma just give you a list made up of a bunch of, like, assorted tips and tricks that I use on myself to make my brain put words down when it's being stubborn about it, though different ones work at different times and obvi YMMV here anyway because for obvious reasons these are all approaches that I have tailored to my own needs, hah, and some of them are a bit facetious and some are also a bit heavy, but absolutely and unironically I reguarly use them all and they have all repeatedly worked for me.

Also, they're all gonna be goin' behind a cut because WOW there's actually a lot more of them than I realized I had, hahaha. The psychiatrist who recently used me as a case study told me I was very self-aware, so take from that what you will, friend.

Get up and do a chore/take a shower/eat a snack/literally just walk through a friggin' doorway, more often than not it'll at least make your brain reorient enough for you to realize you were just beating your head against a wall and need to do [ INSERT DAMAGE CONTROL/HARM REDUCTION BEHAVIOR HERE ].

Track your progress. Write to-do lists and cross shit off 'em. Keep track of your word count when you write; put it in a spreadsheet or a notebook or on a graph on your bulletin board.

Get a NEW way to track your progress. I currently use, like, three different "to-do list" apps to varying degrees in varying ways, not counting just my basic calendar app ( for the record: Finch, Structured, and just a generic notes app, but mostly Finch and Structured and seriously I CANNOT recommend Finch enough, go get yourself a bird buddy immediately. do you want a friend code, I will GIVE you a friend code, I think it gives you a bonus mini-pet or something if you use it. ), and also set myself MANY a phone alarm to remind myself of things that I need to do in case I space out or get distracted by somebody/something/the specific phase of the moon.

Did you take your meds? Take your fucking MEDS, self, good LORD.

Leave the house even if for literally, like, thirty seconds to just stand in some actual natural light. Or leave the house to go eat at a cafe or library or fast food place and just put yourself in a new environment for literally any length of time whatsoever.

Switch pens. Switch notebooks. Get a NEW notebook. Use your laptop instead. Use your PHONE instead. Get a nicer notebook. Get a shittier notebook. Use the scratch paper at work. Use the Procreate app on your friggin' iPad if you gotta, whatever, you do what you want!!

Don't write!!

Seriously just don't, go watch an actual scripted TV show or movie or read a book or a comic or some fic. Feed your brain something you didn't have to make up yourself.

Come up with a convoluted way to trick yourself into being accountable to someone else. Join a writing group. Make a Tumblr post about how you're gonna go write now. Ask Tumblr for their opinion on what you should write now. Ask Tumblr to spin this random wheel spinner game you generated and tell you what answer they got, and then write THAT.

HAVE you had a snack? Did you eat breakfast? Did you eat lunch? Did you remember to move around the house at any point whatsoever during the day? Maybe like, do that. Like, at least the snack part. Maybe a stretch or something wouldn't hurt either though.

Meal prep is so fucking useful and saves you SO much annoying time and also, like, makes you eat actual veggies and fruit and shit, genuinely actually works, the gym bros were not wrong, go figure. Also then you don't have to think about what you're gonna eat all the time and then cook it and then clean up and then--yeah anyway meal prep, god bless it. Once a week I make a batch of pasta salad and roast a pan of good-when-roasted veggies with like, garlic and salt and pepper and some olive oil and add bacon after, and then I portion it all into tupperware and in the morning I add spinach or crack an egg into that day's share of veggies for breakfast and maybe make some toast, and just grab one of the pasta salads whenever I want something lunch-like. It saves SO much time and distraction when you are hurting for free time/focus. So, SO much.

Unfortunately the gym bros were also correct about exercise, if that's doable for you. Exercise does in fact make you feel better and more energized and less depressed, fuck those guys for being right about that shit. Assuming you have enough iron in your blood to actually, like, do it, which admittedly I frequently do not, but the point stands.

Dude why are you even trying to write, you're so tired, go to bed and get up early, you write SO much better in the mornings anyway.

Hey, I know that's how you USED to write, but like, is that actually how you write right now? Is that actually even what works for you anymore? Actually maybe outlines COULD be helpful or maybe you don't need all those worldbuilding notes all at once; maybe your inner architect needs to let the building decay and go back to nature or maybe your inner gardener has developed a taste for trellises, metaphorically speaking and all.

Please eat something. Also please DRINK something. Like ideally water but we'll go for anything that involves a liquid, seriously.

Hey did you know actually if you ONLY eat instant ramen and microwave pizza you'll probably get scurvy and die instead of, like, writing your magnum opus? Like probably?? Put a fucking egg in that ramen, man! Slice up a scallion in that bitch!! EAT AN ACTUAL WHOLE FRUIT or at least, like, buy a smoothie with actual fruit involved somewhere in it on occasional. The whole fruit, unfortunately, is better. I like apples. Apples take a REAL long time to rot if I forget they exist for a couple weeks or whatever. But like, mango smoothies are also the shit, can't turn down a mango smoothie or a good strawberry-banana. Hey did you know the grocery store just, like, will let you just buy one single apple and they don't give a fuck? You're free! The cashier won't remember you in five minutes!! Buy your one single apple and work your way up to maybe two apples next time!! Also now I want an apple!!!!

Don't write. Don't write THAT. Write the other thing. No, the OTHER other thing. No, not THAT other other thing.

The rules are made up and the points don't matter.

Fuck it, we ball.

[ INSERT FULL-THROTTLE STIMMING BEHAVIOR HERE ]

Only God can judge me and I'm still technically agnostic.

God, that's the weirdest fucking idea you've ever had, literally NO ONE but you would read it. So you should write 180k of it and also make it even weirder and yes it will absolutely be the one fic that just about everyone in MCU fandom who knows you exist knows you for, don't even worry about it, this isn't based on a true story at all.

Actually you could probably storyboard this scene to figure out wtf is happening here. Or like just draw literally anything related to this story, a bit of that might work some kinks out of the whole process.

Did you get that snack yet?

Hey go pet your dog, she's very soft and wants attention and also her OWN snack. Pet your dog and eat an apple and idk watch some anime or a weird niche documentary or an even more niche reality show, have you seen Deep-Fried Dynasty yet, it's on Hulu and was surprisingly engrossing.

Why are you even following the rules, we've been over this, they are made up and the points do NOT matter, and also you're not even getting graded for this anyway.

Yeah okay that thing you wrote sucked, but it turns out that Dean Koontz somehow has a writing career and also Twilight happened to all of us, so actually even the suckiest thing you ever write is gonna be better than the perfect ideal of the scene in your head, because the suckiest thing you ever write is something OTHER people can READ. And again: Dean Koontz has a career. Colleen HOOVER has a career. And fucking good for them, they're killing it, they are fucking WRITING!! Who gives a damn anyway, fix it in editing if you're that worried about it, they call it a rough draft for a reason.

Hey if that thing doesn't work you can just, like, delete it. Or rewrite it. Or stick it in your back pocket and do something else for a while. The sunk-cost fallacy is bullshit and you don't have to listen to it.

Maybe drink some more caffeine, that'll calm you down. [ DISCLAIMER: THIS PIECE OF ADVICE TAILORED TO A PERSON WITH MORE ADHD THAN LITERALLY NINETY-FIVE PERCENT OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE BEEN DIAGNOSED WITH ADHD; THAT PERCENTAGE IS ON THE ACTUAL LEGITIMATE DIAGNOSTIC PAPERWORK ]

Seriously you can just write anything you want, nobody can stop you. Only God can judge me and I'm still technically agnostic enough that that's like, thirty-seventy odds at BEST.

God that idea is so niche and weird and niche, better tone it the fuck down to--oh wait no mass appeal means you're writing popcorn and literally no one will remember it in five minutes anyway, stop reflexively censoring yourself for some imaginary audience that will just chew straight through your one-size-fits-all story for The Content(tm) and then immediately move onto the next one without even bothering to hit "kudos" or remember anything about it later. I have written shit so weird that people still remember how weird I was TWENTY-FIVE YEARS LATER, man, and that is why literally anyone will EVER remember that you exist or wanna read your stuff or follow you to a new fandom where they don't even know the source material, fuck it, they'll wiki some shit. And also who cares anyway, it's YOUR stuff and YOU wanna read it. Your agnostically-possible god did not make you this weird and niche for no reason, don't pussy out now!!

Actually you can just write in the bath/on the bus/while waiting for your roommate to finish up with the guy running this estate sale. You've got your phone, right? Fuck it, pack a notebook. Pack an extra notebook. Pack a smaller notebook. Pack a BIGGER notebook.

It's not stupid if it works. You don't have to do what literally ANYONE else is doing, you just have to do what works.

You can literally just skip to the good part and write that, actually. Nobody's gonna throw you in writer-jail. What are we, cops?? Actually do you even need this lead-up here or do you just need to write this one specific blorbo gettin' laid REAL enthusiastically kinkily and/or maybe having a nervous breakdown sobfest over their perception of their personal self-worth and everything else is kinda just window dressing??

I mentioned the snack thing, right? Also sugar rushes are fake but sugar CRASHES are real so maybe be a little careful on that one, maybe buy some trail mix/jerky/smoked salmon, smoked salmon is SO good, smoked salmon is just objectively delicious.

Go talk somebody's ear off about what you're trying to write about. Bonus points if you can find somebody who matches your freak enough that you write, uhhhhh /checks smudged writing on wrist/ a 60k Overwatch fic in two weeks and also like 280k of Witcher fic in less than a year specifically because they're just a real good cheerleader. Wow. Wow that was a lot more Witcher fic than I was aware I had written. THE POINT IS LOOK FOR A WRITING BUDDY, WRITING BUDDIES ARE THE SHIT.

If the writing buddy doesn't work out though the first time I won NaNoWriMo I did it directly out of spite because someone said they didn't think I actually would. So like, spite is always an option, you can always keep that one on tap if you gotta.

Stephen King did not write "On Writing" because he didn't want you to write. Francesca Lia Block did not introduce you to the weirdest and gayest shit teenage!you had ever read so you'd grow up and be a fucking NORMIE about this shit. SIR TERRY PRATCHETT DID NOT WRITE LIKE SIXTEEN OF YOUR FAVORITE BOOKS OF ALL TIME BECAUSE HE DID NOT WANT YOU TO WRITE WHAT YOU WERE ACTUALLY FRICKIN' INTO.

Clean your room. No, better than that. Okay fuck it just set a ten-minute timer and do what you can in that time, we work with the spoons we've got.

Random number generator. Random color generator. Random "hey followers here's a very oblique poll, don't even worry about what it's about, just click a button please and thank you".

Did you know the internet will just GIVE you free graphs/trackers/bullet journal page designs and you can just print 'em out and do whatever the heck you want with 'em?? Yes my new little "color in the squares every day you do the thing" tracker IS just six daily writing tasks and two daily "just go pick some stuff up in this specific room" tasks and that is MY BUSINESS, MS. SIR AND MR. MADAM AND MX. [ INSERT BUZZER SOUND ]. And also, like, has done much better at getting me to do chores than anything else has in a minute, go fig.

You can actually just do whatever you want forever.

Literally, like just forever.

Fuck, how many times HAVE you done this? You'll never get better for good, it'll always go bad again, you'll always get sick again, you'll always get SAD again, you'll always fucking forget how to even DO this again and have to start all over.

Well yes, obviously, because you'll always have done it again. So do it again. One more time.

( seriously though did you take your meds-- )

[jenniferjareauwife]

Work Stress

pairing: billie eilish x fem reader

category: fluff

warnings: anxiety

word count: 629

summary: you get home after a stressful work day and billie comforts you

I came home with a heavy weight on my shoulders. It had been a rough few days, Billie was spending her free time making music which inevitably meant less time with her but I was stuck at work with meeting after meeting with nothing but anxiety weighing on me.

I set my bag down on the kitchen counter before retreating to Billie and my's shared bedroom.

There she was, headphones on, notebook in hand. Scribbles of art written all over the pages with one liners next to almost all of them. I wanted more than anything to get in bed next to her but she was busy and I didn't want to disturb her so I just walked to the bathroom to take off my makeup. "Hey baby." I couldn't help but feel my heart melt at her sweet voice.

"Hi." It came out as a whisper and I looked to her as she took off her headphones.

"Everything alright?" She leaned on the doorframe, her brows furrowed a bit as she tried to read me.

"Long day." I sighed and leaned against the counter with my hands, giving her a small frown.

"You could've texted me. I would've faked a car crash so you could leave work." I laughed along with her.

"Aw I really should've shouldn't I?"

"Well that's what I'm for, right?" I pretended to give it some thought but I eventually just agreed with her.

"It's not that I don't like my job." I started. "It can just be a fuck ton sometimes."

"I know sweet girl, I know." She took me into her arms, placing a kiss on my forehead.

"We should just live on an island or something."

"I agree. Have a few parrots." I laughed at the thought.

"We could create a civilization. Create a new language." I offered. She giggled and rubbed my back. "Come on baby, let's get you into some more comfortable clothes." She guided me to the bed before starting to undress me, starting with everything on top before removing everything on bottom.

"It's chilly. Hoodie?" She smiled and nodded, already reaching for her hit me hard and soft hoodie that was laying on the floor. It smelled like her, making my body relax.

"What else can I do for you my love?"

"Hm. I mean...I think I'm just really tired, you know? Kinda wanna settle down. You can go back to writing if you want, I just want your company."

"No baby, I've spent all day writing, I'm here for you." She pulled the covers up over me before getting comfortable next to me. "Any shows? Books?"

"I don't really know. Kinda was just looking forward to you."

"You're so cute." She kissed my nose before pulling the hood up over my head.

"Ew it's gonna mess up my hair."

"It's cute." She shrugged as I pulled the hood down, my hair already messed up. "You're so pretty." I scrunched up my nose and leaned into her, burying my face in her neck. "I'll tell you what. For this weekend, I'll cancel my studio times."

"Why?" I pulled my head out of her neck, a quizzical look on my face.

"To spend more time with you, help you through this bit of anxiety." She ran her fingers gently through my messy hair. "I'm sorry I haven't been here." She had a small frown on her face that I quickly kissed away.

"It's okay. I know you have multiple priorities, I can't expect you to be around all the time." I laughed softly, trying to make her feel a bit better.

"Okay." She smiled. "But if you ever feel this way at work again, remember, car crash." She held out her pinky, linking it with mine.

"Car crash."

[nob0dyz-fwl]

Coming from a psychological perspective, and from someone who studies psychology, mike and els relationship is WEIRD AS FUCK.. and I don’t think Mlvns understand that.

This little girl, who has no clue who she is what what’s happening most of the time. She was trapped in a lab for about 12 years, Finds this boy in the woods. This boy is kind, courteous and he takes her in.

Mike is the only person she has and can rely on. She really has no other choice but him because she has no idea where else to go. Not even a week later, he kisses her. Even though, she has no idea what that means and what those feelings are.

The only thing she has to process those feelings are shitty, old, outdated romcoms that are not a good representation of what romantic love means and what it actually is. She’s then, technically held captive by this man, who gave away her position and put the boys and her in danger. Now, she has no one else but to rely on but him.

She then leaves said place, because she’s tired of being stuck in one area. She then finds mike at the school with a girl, who is skating around him and asking to join his party. She then trips her in spite and runs off back home. She gets in an argument, runs off again to find her mom, and then finds her sister.

After that, she goes back to save the party from certain death and comes in contact with mike. Mike then takes her to the snow ball, like he said he would and kisses her again. EVEN THO SHE STILL DOESNT KNOW WHAT THIS REALLY MEANS.

Then the bullshit of season 3 happens and that whole this is weird as fuck. Mike makes out with her all summer, ditches his friends makes them feel like shit. Especially his best friend, who lost his childhood due to an Eldridge god. He lies to her, makes her feel like shit. They make up after one day of a Not Apology. He then actually apologizes. She almost dies then leaves Hawkins with her new step brother who is mikes best friend.

In season 4 she lies about being bullied and is trying to be cool and seem like she has everything in order. Mike finds out she’s lying because of his best-friend. He gets mad, mainly at his best-friend because he wasn’t talking to him (rightfully so).

Then the next day he tries to rekindle their relationship, and fails due to his words and her just being tired of him not saying I love you in actions and words. She then disappears with the government to get her powers back she lost. They then reunite and drive to this pizza place. He tells her he loves her, when it doesn’t matter anymore.

She fights said Eldridge god and loses. Which splits Hawkins into fourths. Now, they drive back to Hawkins and she’s not talking to him because she’s grieving and because of that weird ass, shitty love confession.

ANYWAY.. that was a whole thing.

[padfootagain]

Love in Verses (L)

Chapter 50 : ‘And I’d wonder sometimes if I’d ever find you.’

Hi! Here is a new chapter! Our babies are getting married!!!

I hope you like this chapter! Tell me what you think!

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Pairing: Hozier x fem!reader (professor!AU)

Warnings: slow burn, angst, hurt, hurt/comfort, tooth-rotting fluff in later chapters, some scenes in later chapters will have heavy sexual themes even if it’s not explicit nsfw description, so no minors here

Summary: Your life seems perfect. You're engaged, your career is thriving as you become an assistant professor at Trinity College, and this Andrew Hozier-Byrne you're sharing an office with seems to be a nice guy you hope to call a friend soon. Life seems to be smiling at you... until everything goes sour. When your fiancé breaks up with you, your perfect world shatters. And when your colleague also gets his heart broken soon after, your shared office seems to be a curse rather than a blessing. But Andrew seems determined to mend your broken hearts... Will things finally go according to plan?

Word Count: 3526

Masterlist for the series – Hozier’s masterlist – Main masterlist

If I Had Three Lives

If I had three lives, I’d marry you in two. The other? Perhaps that life over there at Starbucks, sitting alone, writing — a memoir, maybe a novel or this poem. No kids, probably, a small apartment with a view of the river, and books — lots of books, and time to read. Friends to laugh with, and a man sometimes, for a weekend, to remember what skin feels like when it’s alive. I’d be thinner in that life, vegan, practice yoga. I’d go to art films, farmers markets, drink martinis in swingy skirts and big jewelry. I’d vacation on the Maine coast and wear a flannel shirt weekend guy left behind, loving the smell of sweat and aftershave more than I did him. I’d walk the beach at sunrise, find perfect shell spirals and study pockmarks water makes in sand. And I’d wonder sometimes if I’d ever find you.

Sarah Russell

Fuck traditions.

Fuck traditions and fuck you for wanting to respect this one.

Alright, maybe… just maybe Andrew was being a little overdramatic because he was tipsy and it was almost midnight, which meant that it was almost the day he would fucking marry you. But as he stared at the clock on the wall of the pub where he was celebrating his bachelor party, all he wanted was to go home and hold you, and kiss you, and fuck you senseless and then…

“Hey! Is our groom being a little nostalgic of good old celibacy over there?” Rory joked, nudging Andrew in the arm and making him laugh again.

“God no!” he answered. “I just… I’m tired, I think we should call it a day. Thank you all for tonight, it was good craic.”

“I’m glad you enjoyed yourself,” Alex grinned, satisfied that his simple plans had made his friend happy.

They hadn’t done anything crazy for their night together. They had spent some time playing some music, had eaten a nice dinner and then headed to a few pubs. Nothing fancy, nothing crazy, but they had a lot of fun, and Andrew didn’t want to do anything crazy anyway. Alex had made sure they would all drink responsibly so they would be ready for the big day.

“Yeah, it was grand. Thank you, for planning all this for me.”

Alex was a little emotional when drunk, but still, Andrew was surprised when his best friend hugged him tight.

“I’m really fucking thrilled for you, you know that, right?”

Andrew merely chuckled.

“Yeah, I know. You must be relieved too, that I’m never going to mop around in your flat again…”

“You can’t imagine how relieved I am that you’ll spare me from now on.”

They both laughed, both of them trying to hide how emotional they truly were.

“I’ll be waiting for your call for me to be you best man soon enough…” Andrew teased his friend, making him roll his eyes.

“Argh… we’re not there yet.”

“You live together, you spend all your time together… last week, you were talking about babies…”

“Oh… Siobhán’s the one, don’t get me wrong. I just… we’re good as we are for now. Although… I’m sure I’ll be the next one celebrating the end of celibacy…”

“I’m glad to hear you say that. I’m happy for you.”

Alex gave him a grin.

“And who knows… we’re thinking about a baby… maybe you’ll have a call to be godfather too!”

Andrew tried to hide his teary eyes, failed miserably at it.

“I would be honoured.”

“Good. Cause Y/N would obviously be the godmother so… would be easier.”

“You really imagined for a second that I would say no?”

Alex laughed.

“No, no! I knew you’d say yes. I’m just… happy to hear it. But we’re not there yet! So don’t get all excited!”

“I already am!”

“You’re such a sap…”

“Always.”

“Come on, time to go home,” John proclaimed as he got up, and pulled his younger brother by the sleeve. “I’m taking you home.”

“Wait, I’m gonna call Y/N before we go.”

“You’ll see her tomorrow! You said you were respecting the ‘not seeing the bride the night before the wedding’ thing.”

“Calling her is not seeing her.”

John rolled his eyes, but he was fondly smiling at his brother too.

“You are addicted to her, huh? She got you wrapped around her finger…”

“She’s my fiancée… what did you expect?”

“In less than 24 hours, she’ll be your wife.”

Stars and tears shone in Andrew’s eyes.

“Yeah… yeah…”

“Come on, call her, then! I’ll wait for you in the car.”

Everyone gathered for one last bit of joking around, and then Andrew bid his friends goodnight. While everyone was heading home, he pulled out his phone to call you.

You answered on the third ring, you wore a smile on your voice.

“Baby! How are you? Where are you now?”

“Hey, honey,” he answered with a smile on his voice too, and he wasn’t ashamed to show it, not to you… never to you… “I’m outside a pub… I’m going to head to my parents’ now, John didn’t drink and he’s driving. But… I just wanted to call before going to sleep. You’re alright? How was your evening?”

“It was fun! Siobhán outdid herself. We ate a lot, went to a pub and then watched a movie while eating again. It was amazing. We played games too. Everyone’s gone home, they left like… ten minutes ago to let me have my beauty sleep for tomorrow.”

Andrew hummed, grinning.

“I’m glad you had a nice evening, love.”

“What about you? You went to a pub then?”

“Hmm… yeah! Played some music at Alex’s, then we went out for dinner, and then we went to a few pubs.”

“You sound tipsy,” you stated in a giggle.

“You too,” Andrew answered, his laughter matching yours.

“Hmm… yeah, I am, a little bit.”

Andrew pushed his tongue against his cheek, but didn’t say what he longed to express. That he loved you more than anything. That he wanted to go home now and be with you instead of going to his parents…

“I should let you sleep, then,” were the only words he spoke aloud.

“Yeah…”

You sounded disappointed.

“Baby?”

“Yes, love?”

“I miss you,” you confessed.

God, how could you make his heart melt this way over and over again?

“I miss you too, darling. I can’t wait to see you tomorrow.”

A short silence, before your voice came back to the phone, shy and hesitant.

“I… I know that I wanted to do that traditional thing of not seeing you tonight and all but… can you come home now? I… I want you to be here. I really miss you a lot.”

“You’re sure?” Andrew asked, even though a wave of relief washed over him at your words.

“Yeah… I want to fall asleep with you. Please, come home. Fuck traditions.”

He chuckled, trying to hide how eager he was to come home too.

“Alright, I’ll come home then. I should be there in twenty.”

“Okay, be careful on the road.”

“I’ll be right there.”

“I love you.”

“Love you too, babe.”

Andrew hurried to his brother’s car, climbed in the passenger seat and fumbled with the seatbelt.

“Alright, change of plans,” he started, but John quickly cut him off.

“Oh, let me guess… you’re going home because you can’t stay away from your fiancée more than five minutes?”

Andrew grinned.

“Yeah…”

John merely laughed, a fond expression on his face.

“I knew it. When you told me about this plan staying at our parents’, I knew you’d end up going home.”

“Yeah, we just… we need to be together tonight.”

“Yeah… I get that.”

The rest of the ride was quiet, and Andrew thanked his brother again when he dropped him home. He would come and pick him up the next day at nine, so he would get ready for the ceremony.

Andrew hurried to your front door, fumbled with the keys in his haste. When he opened the door, he called for you.

He had barely taken off his shoes and jacket that you were appearing at the bottom of the stairs, a relieved smile on your face.

“You’re home,” you let out in a breath, hurrying towards him.

He welcomed you in a tight embrace, kissing your hair.

“I needed you tonight,” you explained. “I just… I need you here…”

“I’m here. I’m here, love.”

“That tradition sucks.”

“Yeah, it does,” he nodded with a chuckle.

“I need to be close to you. I think… I’m stressed about tomorrow.”

“Why? It’s all gonna be fine.”

“Aren’t you anxious?”

“A bit,” he admitted. “But I’m… excited, rather. I can’t wait.”

You remained quiet.

“It’s all gonna be fine. Everything is planned, we have our friends and families to help us, and we only invited the people we love… it’s all going to be fine. And even if some things don’t go according to plan… as long as I get to marry you tomorrow, I don’t care about the rest.”

You moved in his arms, pressing your body against his. When you started kissing his neck, he knew where this was heading.

“Love?” he called as he pulled away just enough to look at you properly. “Are you drunk?”

“No… I only had like… two glasses of wine during the evening. Didn’t want to risk a hangover tomorrow. You?”

But Andrew shook his head, already leaning down to kiss you.

“I’m barely tipsy, I know what I’m doing.”

“Me too.”

And then he was kissing you, and God… it still felt the same. The best feeling in the world…

Your kisses quickly turned desperate. Somehow, Andrew lost his shirt and undershirt in a matter of minutes, while you were now pressed against the wall. You ran your fingers down the length of his chest, and Andrew trembled under your touch.

But then, you stopped, and he froze as well, throwing you a questioning look.

“This… this is our last time as… fiancés,” you whispered, something emotional weighing on your voice.

His expression changed from hungry to tender, he softly stroked your cheek with his thumb.

“Better make it memorable then,” he answered with a suave voice, and he noticed the way your breath staggered.

You bit on your lip, something tempting and mischievous in your eyes. You gently pushed on his chest so you could move out of his embrace, took his hand and pulled him towards the stairs.

“That, we can do…”

That was it.

You looked at yourself one last time in your dress, feeling beautiful, feeling like none of this was real, and yet it was.

You were getting married.

“Andrew’s here!” Siobhán announced. “He did, indeed, arrive on time for once!”

“His parents and brother were driving him,” you explained, teasing in your voice.

“That explains everything! Do you need anything?”

“A hug?”

Your friend laughed, but hugged you without a second-thought anyway.

“I’m so happy for you and Andy! You’re going to be so happy together,” she whispered in your ear, making you emotional again.

“Yeah… I know…”

“He’s not going to believe his eyes when he sees you, you look so beautiful!” she complimented you, pulling away and readjusting one of the flowers in your hair.

“Thanks.”

“Alright, you stay here, I’ll get everything ready and I’ll come get you to take a first look at your groom, alright?”

“Okay.”

She gave your hand a reassuring squeeze before leaving. But despite her reassuring gesture, you couldn’t help the scenarios that played in your head. Even though you knew Andrew loved you, you knew that he was earnest, you knew that he wanted to marry you. Still… all you could think of as you stared at your own reflection in the mirror was the fear that he would leave…

Frank had bailed out, what if Andrew did the same?

But then Siobhán was back, a grin on her face.

“Alright, come on. Andy’s waiting for you. And if I might be allowed a spoiler… he’s so fucking hot…”

You laughed at that, a mixture of excitement and apprehension twisting your stomach.

What if Andrew didn’t like your dress? But you couldn’t wait to see him in his suit, your imagination was running wild at how handsome he must be…

“Alright, you close your eyes,” Siobhán instructed as you reached the back door of your friends’ house, and you obeyed.

She guided you a few meters away from the house. Your photographer had set up some cameras to catch the moment when you and Andrew would see each other in your wedding clothes for the first time, and your friend guided you at the right spot.

“Alright, you two!” she instructed in a louder voice so that Andrew could hear. “I’ll go now, I have a handsome Best Man to enjoy! You’re not the only ones looking stunning today, and I intend to enjoy seeing my boyfriend in a suit. So… you wait till I close the door, and then you both countdown from ten and turn around.”

“Okay,” you heard Andrew’s voice coming from behind you, it was deeper than usual, you guessed his throat had tightened.

“Okay,” you nodded as well.

“Alright, have fun!”

You heard her moving away, and when you opened your eyes, you were facing a tall oak tree in the middle of a patch of grass.

You heard the door slamming shut.

“Alright, ten,” Andrew spoke behind you, and your heart sped up even more as you started counting with him.

Your hands were clammy now, and your stomach was a mess of knots, and you hoped he wouldn’t leave, you didn’t want him to leave, what if he left…

“Three, two, one…”

You took a deep breath, and then you turned around.

And God… he was so… divine…

His dark suit suited him perfectly, the white of the flower pinned to his chest matching the bouquet you would soon be holding. His hair was partly up, and he just looked so handsome in his three-piece suit, with an elegant bowtie and shining black shoes, and…

And that was your groom right there…

You caught his hazel eyes when he was blinking, letting tears escape his eyes. And you read it all in his eyes then, the same adoration you felt for him, the same love, the same devotion, the same utter joy to see you standing there, ready to marry him…

All the doubts you had left vanished when he started walking over to you, crying, looking at you like you were something divine, something out of this world…

Your feet moved on their own accord, and the next second, you were in Andrew’s arms, breathing in his scent, holding tightly, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“God… Andy, you’re so handsome,” you whispered, crying as well now. “You’re gorgeous, God, you’re so beautiful, you look so good…”

He pulled away just enough to look at you. Your hands moved to hold his face, to run your thumbs over the sharp edge of his cheekbones.

He shook his head, opening and closing his mouth. He chuckled as he cried, looking at you like he couldn’t believe his own eyes.

His gaze travelled down your body, and then back up to your eyes. And he tried to speak again, but merely cried some more instead. He had a lovestruck grin on his lips, though.

“You’re so handsome,” you repeated yourself, and he sniffed, cleared his throat, tried to summon his voice back.

“You’re gorgeous,” he finally let out in a hoarse whisper. “Christ, baby… you’re so beautiful… The most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen…”

You both chuckled, and cried, too happy to believe it was all real.

“You’re so beautiful… so beautiful…” he kept on repeating, before taking your face in his hands as well and crushing his lips to yours. “You’re gorgeous… God… love… my love…” he kept on mumbling between kisses.

You kissed and hugged and giggled and tried to realise that this was all real for a few minutes. Andrew seemed calmer, at last, and dried his cheeks on a tissue.

“Told you I would cry,” he chuckled, blushing hard.

“I cried so much too,” you reassured him.

“Yeah… but you must give me a spin. Give me a spin!” he insisted, taking your hand and making you laugh as you spined around. “God, you’re gorgeous…”

“You like my dress?”

“You’re perfect… you’re breathtaking.”

“Thank you…”

You hugged for a while longer, whispering sweet nothings and repeating how much you loved each other…

And there was no doubt left. When Raine arrived a few minutes later to let you know you needed to get ready for the ceremony, you left feeling nothing but happiness, love and a deep sense of peace.

Andrew was the love of your life, and he would stay, you were safe with him. You knew he would stay, no matter what…

The ceremony itself happened in a blur.

The next day, Andrew would remember every moment, every detail. But when it happened, all his brain could register was the silence that meant he needed to say ‘I do’, your voice when you spoke those words too, the moment when he slipped a ring around your finger and you did the same for him. And then the words ‘I now declare you husband and wife’, and then he was kissing you, and kissing you again, and again…

You were married. You were fucking married…

The papers were signed, and everyone hugged him, and then you escaped for a couple of hours to get some photos taken of the two of you. Then it was time to party, and he sang a song for you, because it would make you happy. For your first dance, he was worried to walk on your feet, clumsy as he was with his long limbs, but you seemed so happy all his worries faded the second your gaze caught his.

There was delicious food, drinking, games, some nice speeches from Alex and Siobhán, and a lot of love… so much love… so much happiness…

You never left his side, all day long the two of you remained glued to the hip. He didn’t want you out of his sight, and several times throughout the day he would glimpse at his wedding band, and then yours, and remind himself that you were married now.

She’s my wife.

Every time he looked at you, that simple truth slapped him in the face, and he couldn’t believe this was real…

Around midnight, while everyone was dancing, Andrew managed to sneak out of the tent with you, wanting to be alone for a moment.

The air was cold, September announcing Autumn and its colder weather. You had been lucky though, it had been sunny all day. Andrew put his jacket on your naked shoulders, and you thanked him with a tender smile. There were lights shining in the park, and you walked a little further away from the tent. You could still hear Alex and his band playing, but you were alone now, and Andrew held your hand in his, running his finger over your wedding ring as you settled behind a pine tree. The light was dim, but the full moon was bright, and paired with the yellowish lights of the nearby path, he could perfectly see your features.

You looked up at him with a radiant grin.

“Can you believe that in two days we’ll be on our honeymoon?” you asked.

“Not really, no,” Andrew shook his head, wrapping an arm around your waist to hold you close.

“You’re my husband,” you whispered, running your fingers through his hair.

“And you’re my wife,” he answered, a stupid grin on his face.

“You make me so happy, you know? I’m so lucky you love me.”

He kissed your cheek, your jaw, your lips.

“You make me happy too,” he whispered, emotions making his voice hoarse. “You’re the love of my life.”

“And you’re the love of mine.”

“Today was perfect,” he whispered, resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes, letting your perfume make his head spin.

“It was…”

“The cake was the best part, by the way.”

You laughed at that.

“You’re so silly…” you said with so much fondness in your voice.

He kissed your closed eyelids.

“I know that we should get back, have fun with everyone for a little longer…”

“But?”

“But I want to go home and be just with you now.”

You bit on your lip, pulling away just enough to look for his phone in the pocket of his jacket.

“Text your mom, and then we’re getting a cab.”

“You’re sure? We can stay…”

“I want to go home. I want to enjoy some alone time with my husband.”

He giggled like an idiot at your words.

“Jesus… it’s gonna take me a while to get used to that…”

“Are you very drunk?”

“No… tipsy. Why?”

“Because… it’s our wedding night…”

He wiggled his eyebrows, making you giggle. He tried to hide the warmth that spread throughout his body at your innuendo, but failed.

“Hmm… I see…”

“I think you’re going to like what I’m wearing under that dress…”

“Yeah, okay, you’re getting the cab, I’ll sneak back in the tent to get your purse, you text my mom.”

He was already heading back towards the tent when you called for him, making him turn around.

And you were so beautiful in this dual light, golden and silvery, in your wedding dress, with flowers in your hair and joy making your entire body glow…

And you were his wife. He was your husband. You would love him for the rest of your lives… when did he get so lucky? How…?

“I love you, baby.”

He grinned, falling in love with you a little bit more… he would spend his entire life falling more and more in love with you…

“I love you too, darling. I love you so much…”

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you dip your fingers deep inside your vagina, your fingers trace around your wetness, the pink flesh inside your pussy. soft moans escape from your mouth as you struggle to reach over to grab your phone with your unoccupied hand to record yourself fingering and playing with your pussy and send it to the girl who you’ve been crushing on since high school.

this love interest of yours has also had feelings for you but you two have never dated since your former classmates didn’t like the idea of same-sex relationships.

but now that you’ve graduated and you finally feel confident enough to do whatever the fuck you wanted, you finally found the chance to have contact with that girl again.

se-mi was her name, wasn’t it?

you thought to yourself as you tapped on the record button on your phone and continued pumping your fingers in and out of your pussy. you made a few fake moans to make it seem more lewd than it already was. you found yourself spreading your folds with your fingers, playing around with your clit and teasing yourself until you eventually came.

what if she forgot about me and found someone else?

you thought again as you saved the video into your camera and tossed your phone aside as you made your way to the bathroom to clean yourself up.

she couldn’t possibly… she basically promised that she would give me the world back then.

you went back to your room and picked up your phone, starring at the “who’s this” message from her. you let out a big sigh and started typing away, explaining who you were, hoping she hasn’t forgotten about you.

“se-mi, you seriously don’t remember me?”

read

your head falls back against the couch’s backrest, feeling your phone drop out of your hands. your eyes become teary realizing that se-mi didn’t want anything to do with you anymore.

2 months later

it was the day before valentine’s day and you were in your room snacking on chocolate bars and scrolling through instagram, seeing all your friends post their partners. you felt happy for them but you were tired of being single and alone. suddenly, you see a notification and to your surprise, it was se-mi.

a smile grew on your face as you immediately opened her message.

“hey, let’s talk”

seeing that message made you giggle, you finally thought the universe granted your wish and that you were finally going to be happy.

just as you were typing, an incoming call popped up on your screen.

it was her.

as you were calling with her, your brain flooded with memories that you shared with her back in high school. you felt like you were finally at peace for once. you felt like you finally have gotten what you’ve wanted.

after the call, you both agreed to go on a date at a local restaurant the next day for valentine’s day.

“my pretty girl, i’m sorry i haven’t answered you for so long, nonetheless, i’m also sorry i never even tried getting in contact with you again after we graduated,” se-mi said as she held your hand tightly as the two of you walked out of the restaurant.

you stopped and watched her reach for something in her bag, she pulls out a letter along with a small gift box.

“it might not be much, but this sure is given to you by me with lots of love. happy valentine’s day,” se-mi said as she handed the gift and the letter.

you held the small box in your hands. curiously, you open the box carefully and find a small pink beaded bracelet. it was the bracelet she wanted to give you back in high school.

“se-mi, how did you manage to keep it for all these years? you really haven’t forgotten about me haven’t you?” you smiled.

“no. in fact, i’ve always dreamed about the day we could finally start dating and perhaps start a future together soon,” se-mi said and pressed a kiss on your forehead.

you starred into her deep dark brown eyes, her gaze looking soft and full of love that made you want to pull her into a kiss.

you missed the feeling of her soft lips meeting yours, her tongue entering your mouth, her taste, her soft whines. but here you are, experiencing that all over again.

you found yourself under her, her body pressed against yours, on top of you on your bed. both of you felt hungry for each other and the fabric of your clothes began to feel uncomfortable as if you were urging to take them off to feel her bare skin against yours.

“baby, before i take my clothes off,” she hesitated as she broke the hot make out session between the two of you, “i want to share a secret of mine to you”. se-mi rolls off the bed and unbuckles her belt. you tilt your head, you curiously wonder what type of secret she was hiding from you.

just as you began unbuttoning your shirt, she unzips her pants and pulls them down, revealing her grey boxers.

“you wearing boxers is your biggest secret?” you giggled but your smile eventually faded away as soon as you saw a bulge. your eyes widened as she pulled them down.

she has a dick..? it definitely looks real but it looks bigger than average…

you felt your pussy getting wet at the sight of her dick becoming hardened. so you immediately undress yourself, leaving yourself only wearing a pair of pink panties that will soon be torn apart by the hands of se-mi.

“se-mi…” you whined as her tip teased your clothed pussy. “you know.. it would’ve been funny if i told you about this back then so that way i could be pounding your pussy all day everyday in the school bathrooms,” se-mi giggled as she spread your thighs.

“oh baby..!” you moan out loudly as se-mi reaches over and rips open your panties, revealing your tight pussy covered in its own juices. you lick your lips at the feeling of her hard member about to enter your tight pussy.

se-mi rubs her tip around your slick, making you whine and feel frustrated since she kept edging you.

oh but how much she loves watching you whine and get all fuzzy when she teases you…

just before you could stick it in yourself, you feel her push her dick inside you, causing you to scream. “oh fuck.. never knew it was that fucking huge!” you let out a loud moan as she started thrusting inside of your baby maker slowly, but hard.

you could see the satisfaction se-mi had on her face and she looked fucking proud having her new girlfriend act like a slut for her dick. she watched you crave for it, savour it, watched your pussy devour it whole.

“you know,” she spoke up, her voice sounding quite raspy, “there was this girl that went to the same school as us and she also had a dick like me”. her thrusts accelerated but her main goal was to beat your cervix deep and hard, no matter the pace.

“her name?” you spoke in between moans. “kang.. hmm i don’t remember…” se-mi answered, her thrusts creating wet slapping sounds that mixed perfectly with her moans and yours.

“well for now.. it doesn’t matter, doll,” se-mi’s voice became gentle as she was about to cum. “oh fuck!” se-mi yelled out as she gave you a creampie, her hot cum filling up your womb.

you squirm around the bed feeling her hot load mixing around in your womb. “se-mi..” you moan, her body collapsing on top of yours. “her name was kang no-eul,” se-mi whispered into your ear.

2 months later, you and se-mi were constantly getting into arguments, meaning your relationship with her wasn’t working out how you wanted it to. but what she doesn’t know was that you recently started talking with no-eul.

yeah, you’re an asshole for that…

but are you really one? besides, se-mi wasn’t fulfilling any of your needs, not even the bare minimum. so what does she expect? does she expect you to still stay with her even though your relationship with her is in the ruins?

you don’t remember much about no-eul. all you remember from her is how she used to get in trouble at school a lot and how she constantly dated many girls at once. you never liked no-eul since you thought she was a jerk and an asshole. but you came to think about how she could probably have matured by now and how she could probably be better than se-mi.

the air felt warm, the flowers outside went from being small buds to beautiful colourful flowers with petals of all shapes and sizes. it was may and you recently have broken up with se-mi since you found no-eul now, and you realized how much better she is than se-mi.

you and no-eul weren’t dating yet but today the two of you decided to go to the mall as a small date. no-eul had a thing for constantly touching your thighs, hugging you, caressing you, even in public. you never minded it though, in fact, you loved it.

as the day was ending, no-eul had to go home but you didn’t have a lift so you went in her car. the ride home wasn’t awkward at all since the two of you were listening to songs on the radio that the both of you enjoyed.

“don’t you want to stay at my house for the night instead?” no-eul suggested as she parked outside of your home. you shaked her head, rejecting her offer since you weren’t comfortable enough yet. but as a way to build comfortability with her, you leaned in and gave her a peck on her cheek. “i’ll see you later, i promise,” you said as you gave her another kiss on her cheek and then you got off the vehicle.

that night, your feelings for her began to grow and so they did as the week went by.

“fucking brat,” no-eul grunted as she pushed your head against the bathroom stall the two of you were having sex in. your back was arched and you were bent over, taking her dick inside you. she pumped her dick in and out of your pussy and asshole.

she was so fucking advanced at this…

anyone who entered the bathroom could hear the moans and fast slapping sounds coming from the stall the two of you were in.

“fucking tempting me all day with you wearing a skirt and you only wore a pair of panties with a hole in them underneath, fucking pervert,” no-eul said as she put her finger inside your mouth as she kept thrusting inside your pussy. “don’t pull out,” you spoke up, your saliva coating her fingers as she put another one in. “you want me to breed you?” she asked using a sarcastic tone. you nodded. “you seriously want my cum dripping out of your pussy in front of everyone? have fucking morals,” she asked again, thrusting in slowly but hard, clearly giving signs that she was about to bust a nut inside of you.

“oh but how could i ever want to pull out? your gummy cervix feels so stretchy and warm,” she giggled as small spurts of her seed spurted inside of you. she gave her last thrust and pushed her dick inside of you, as deep as possible as her cum filled your cunt. it didn’t have much difference to se-mi’s cum. but you could tell se-mi’s was much more watery and no-eul’s was thick and sticky.

she pulled out, a string of her cum connected between her tip and your pussy. you turned around and adjusted your skirt and put your panties back on quick, not having enough time to wipe off her cum from your thighs and pussy.

“let’s go to my house at this point.. you’re going to feel uncomfortable all day if you walk around like this,” she said, giving you a kiss on your lips.

just as soon as you entered her home and she shut the door behind y’all, she unzipped her pants, bent you over, lifted your skirt, pulled down your panties and began fucking you relentlessly again. “take off your clothes please, oh fuck, i want to see your tits and everything,” no-eul said, her voice reeking with lust.

she threw you onto a nearby couch, you quickly took off your skirt and unhooked your bra, and took off the rest of your clothes.

she threw herself onto you, her tits pressing against yours, she gave you sloppy wet kisses on your lips. her nipples became hardened and turned into a bright pink color as she entered you again. this time, it slipped inside of you perfectly since her dick was covered in her own pre-cum and your pussy had her left over cum still dripping out of you. “you’re so hot, mommy,” you whimpered as she threw your leg over her shoulder and felt her jack hammering inside of you, beads of sweat coating her forehead. “mommy, eh?” she giggled, clearly feeling aroused by the pet name you gave her.

“come on baby, i want you on your hands and knees now, and don’t forget to arch that back,” she ordered as she randomly pulled out and saw you follow her order. instead, the upper part of your body laid on the couch making it better for you to arch your back as much as possible.

she slipped it in again, she gave your ass a sharp slap. her hands gripped onto your sides, thrusting in deep and fast.

“your ex.. se-mi.. wants to see you again,”

later that evening

you were laying next to no-eul, cuddling with her until you heard your phone ringing. you reach over to pick it up and took a look at the phone number that was calling.

it was se-mi.

“no-eul, you were right!”

“pick it up then, let’s see what she has to say,”

you answer the phone, and hear se-mi’s voice. you haven’t heard her voice since the day you broke up with her.

“i’m outside of no-eul’s but you can tell me to leave,”

“no, no, it’s fine—i’ll go unlock the door for you,”

“great, thanks,”

“before you hang up, why’re you wanting to see me again?”

“we’ll talk about it when you let me in,”

you hung up the call then turned to look at no-eul, who was listening to the entire conversation. “i’m not stopping you,” no-eul said. “but she’s my ex—aren’t you worried she might want to get back with me,” you added.

“and is that my problem? besides, you know who’s better,” she said then reached over to caress your cheek. you sighed, “fine”.

you opened the door and saw se-mi standing in the doorway. before you could at least say hi to her, she walked right past you and went directly towards no-eul.

could it be that no-eul asked se-mi to come over?

“slow down! fuck!” you yelled out as se-mi bounced you up and down onto no-eul’s dick.

here you are, having a fucking threesome with your ex and your current girlfriend.

“your pussy really loosened up after getting with no-eul, didn’t it?” se-mi giggled, her hands lifted your body up and down onto no-eul faster and faster until you couldn’t take it anymore. “too bad you can’t see how pretty she looks right now, bouncing up and down on you, no-eul,” she teased.

no-eul scoffed, rolled her eyes and said, “and too bad you couldn’t be a good girlfriend for her so she had to run to me.”

se-mi furrowed her eyebrows and stopped what she was doing. you got off of no-eul’s lap then watched se-mi push you onto the bed. you laid on your stomach and felt se-mi grip onto your hips and pulled you towards her. “se-mi.. i missed you,” you uttered. se-mi, with a smirk on her face, began to fuck your pussy from behind relentlessly. she didn’t care about starting off slow or gentle, she went fast and rough, her tip hitting the end of your cervix with each pound.

“no-eul, don’t you want to join?” you asked. no-eul got in front of you, pulling your hair, making your head lift up to look at her. “of course i do,” she said. “open your mouth, baby,” no-eul ordered as you opened your mouth slightly.

“good girl,”

no-eul slipped her dick inside of your mouth while se-mi continued pounding you from behind.

this would make a great porno, wouldn’t it? the title for it could be double double.

too bad no-eul was actually fucking other girls whilst the two of you were dating. she never matured.

se-mi was really the one for you. afterall, despite the ups and downs, she always stayed loyal and she knew your heart only belonged to her.

[coolchasteboy]

"You want me to wear a thong bikini on vacation" I asked. "Yes babe. I bought it for you to wear while we are in San Juan" said Mina.

This was after she started feminizing me. I had worn a bikini one time before on vacation because my luggage got lost. But this time, I don't know, I just wasn't ready. "Mina, I think I just want to wear a speedo or something in San Juan." She frowned. I knew that frown. It meant she was disappointed. "Look Jennifer, we are going on this vacation as BFFs. I am going to get some dick on this vacation and so are you. And you are going to do it as Jennifer. And girls wear thong bikinis. Do you understand." I just looked at her and said "yes, I understand." With that Mina said she would pack my bag for me. We were to leave in the morning. "I will pick a travel outfit for you to wear" she said. I just nodded and made a bath so I could shave my body hair.

The next morning we got up super early. Our flight left at 6:30 am so we had to get to the airport by 5 am. "Jennifer, time to get up. I laid your outfit on the chair last night after you went to sleep." "I am tired" I whined. "Get up, get up, get up" she said. So I did.

My outfit was super cute. It was a cute white linen cotton romper, cute black thong undies, red bra, and some wedge heels. I got dressed, made us some tea, and we were off. The flight was uneventful. The flight attendant complimented me on my outfit. "OMG, you look super cute!" she said. The other flight attendant, a man, also complimented me. "I hope you are going somewhere fun where you can show off a bit" he said. I just laughed and said "the same place you are going, San Juan." "You know" he said "we have a two day layover in San Juan. If you want, we can hang out some while I am there." With that I gave him my number. He was a bit older than me and had really cute short brown hair with signs of grey. I could just totally run my hands through his hair. Mina was really happy. "He is really cute" she said. "I know" I replied back.

We got a cab to the hotel. We had a female driver. She was so beautiful. She asked what we were going to get up to while in San Juan. Mina said loudly "we are going to get so much dick while we are here." The driver responded "yeah, I hear that. You go girls!" With that she gave us the name of some clubs.

After being dropped off and getting checked in it was time for the beach. Me in my new thong bikini and Mina is a super sexy one piece. "Let's go" she said. "Put on a sarong or some shorts on the ride down to the beach." At the beach, we made our place and then my phone rang. It was Mitch, the airline attendant. "Yeah, come on down to the beach" I said. He was there shortly thereafter. OMG, did he look yummy. He was in a white bikini bathing suit. His package was huge. Mina had gone in the ocean and I was there trying to put sun screen on. "Let me help" he said. "Get on your hands and knees so I can put some on your back." So I did. I was there on all fours. He got behind and moved my legs apart and then came up behind me. I could feel his boner through his bikini pressing against my boi pussy. I started leaking cum at this point. He was slowly rubbing lotion in, stretching himself and his boner into me. "How does that feel" he said. I didn't know how to describe this feeling and said "It feels incredible against me." With that I moved my thong strap to the side. I could feel the tip of his cock outside of his bikini. It was against my pussy. "And this, how does this feel?" he asked. "Like heaven" I responded.

There was hardly anyone on the beach. I pushed back against his cock. I heard him lower his biking slightly. His cock started rubbing against my pussy. He then put one finger and then two inside me. He finger fucked me. "How about now" he asked. "Yeah, I like that. You can put you cock in me now if you want" I said. He slowly removed his fingers and position his swollen hard cock at my pussy entrance. "It is time" he said and then just pushed in me. I am not going to lie, it hurt, but at the same time it felt so good. And he just kept pushing in and out. I was so worried that someone would see us or call the cops. But I didn't dare ask him to stop. "Are you wearing a condom" I asked. "No" he responded, while still fucking me. Then his pace picked up and his breathing and then he just slammed me. I could feel his cock pulsate and I could feel his warm juices inside me. Still no one was around. When he finished he pulled out, put my thong back over my pussy, and pulled up his bikini. "Thank you" I said. He just patted me on the ass and left. I called him a couple of times that evening but he never answered, nor returned my voice mail or text.

When Mina got back she said "I saw him humping you while I was in the water." "He did more than that" I said. "He fucked his cum deep inside my pussy." "OMG, you little slut. I can't believe you got dick before I did" she said. "Mina, I feel like a cum slut now. I mean, I just let a man unload in me. I didn't really know him." Mina held me in her arms while the sun was setting on the beach. "Jennifer, that is what we woman do. It is hard to explain, but we just take men's cum. Sometimes it is from a boyfriend and sometimes from a stranger. We are just built this way. You are built this way. You are a woman." She then kissed my head. "I love you Mina" I said. "Thank you for making me into a woman."

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