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narafeedee · 1 year

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Do you think you could talk more about what happened during those five weeks where you gained 50 lbs? I can only imagine that it was a mixture of amazing and annoying to grow so rapidly, but I'd love to hear your thoughts on it!!

sure!

before i start i have to preface with some warnings; this gets pretty detailed and graphic regarding some of the health issues i had at the time. do not read if you are not okay with that please.

i was in a weird spot at the time; my husband had left me a couple months before all of this and i was exploring myself and who i was now that my marriage was over. a large contributing factor to that separation was feedism; my sexual needs just were not met with someone who wasn’t into it.

it started early in the week of Thanksgiving, Tuesday 11/20/18. i met a feeder online four years prior who had gotten me from just above 200lbs to 300lbs slowly but steadily. to this day the best feeder i’ve ever met, sincerely considerate and never once crossed any boundaries.

he came to me with a proposition the weekend prior; gain from 300lb to 350lb by the end of the year and i will fund it.

say less.

that Tuesday was the first time i ever video called with another feedist; it wasn’t the feeder that proposed and funded this challenge, instead it was a guy that pushed me to eat until i threw it all back up because he’s really into emetophilia, i didn’t really know the limits of my stomach so i let him.

however, that evening launched me into the most insane five weeks of my life.

when i woke up Wednesday morning i was somehow starving; despite not keeping anything down the night prior my stomach had still stretched out considerably. that on top of how insanely horny i was at the thought of packing on 50lbs by new years i spent the entire day shoveling in as much food as humanly possible. i didn’t count calories that day, just pushed myself to the absolute limit.

when i woke up Thursday i was impossibly hungry and ready to do it all again. i did the same thing as before, just as much food as humanly possible all day; i distinctly remember dinner being a large pizza, garlic knots, specialty chicken, lava cakes, and a 2 liter of soda from Domino’s.

when i woke up Friday i had a goal; 10,000 calories a day until the ball drops.

and that is exactly what i did.

every morning i would wake up and drink a pint of heavy cream for an easy 1600 calories to start the day right. i would swing by McDonald’s on my way to work and get two McGriddles and a large iced coffee. i’d get to work and have a blender bottle on my desk also full of heavy cream and sometimes condensed milk, i would either drink straight from it or add it to cups of coffee from the break room.

at lunch i would always order with my coworkers to have something delivered… but i would also leave on my lunch break and go back to McDonald’s for 4 McChickens and a large diet coke. then come back to the office and eat the lunch i had ordered with my coworkers.

after work i would swing through another drive thru, often McDonald’s once again. I’d get a couple sandwiches but nothing crazy, just a light snack to hold me over til dinner.

i would order massive feasts for delivery from Domino’s or I’d go back out after dark and order enough food for a family of 4. you guessed it, usually from McDonald’s.

to finish my night, i would drink another pint of heavy cream. totaling 3200 calories of straight fat every single day.

the weight piled on rapidly; new stretchmarks were appearing daily.

this is where i should put a disclaimer. this is all 100% true, every single detail is lived experience. i know it sounds insane. it was. i have literal scars to prove it. one feedist saw me do it live and in person, in the flesh, i believe he follows me on here so if you’re reading this G, please corroborate.

i gained 10lbs a week through the end of the year. i was cumming harder than i ever had before. my entire life was consumed by food and gaining.

i did not have a bed to sleep in at the time; there were some other issues i was dealing with that made it so i had to sleep in a recliner in my living room.

because i was gaining so rapidly and sleeping with my legs below my heart, i developed extremely bad edema. my legs were so swollen they started to weep a clear liquid; i would put on a pair of leggings and they would be soaked from the knee down before i even left the house. my shoes were soaked. i developed ulcers on my shins that just would not heal, the skin almost looked necrotic but they would just weep all day every day with no relief and stick to anything i tried to wear.

mid-December i was bursting out of my clothes. most of the weight i gained went straight to my belly. i went on a little shopping spree at Torrid and had to buy all 5’s and 6’s for the first time.

my mobility suffered at this point as well. i couldn’t do much of anything without getting red-faced and winded within a minute of moving. i had a step tracker at the time and was only walking about 200 steps a day, literally the bare minimum for me to go to work and come home.

i had no time for my body to adjust to the weight so i developed a heavy waddle. my back absolutely killed me.

i swear some days i woke up actually feeling fatter and looking fatter. it was the absolute hottest thing i have ever done and probably ever will do. i started at about 303lbs and landed at 357lb on New Year’s day. my gains didn’t actually slow down til i was in the mid 360s despite my efforts to pump the brakes.

would i do it again? absolutely not. i was in excruciating pain and the ulcers on my legs did not stop for an entire year (after i gained another 50lbs in an 8 week period but we ain’t talking about that [even tho i still have all the content i made from that gain lol])

but if i went back in time i would not change a thing except better leg elevation and compression. i do not regret it for a second; it’s what shaped me as a feedist and i’m grateful i was able to do it, i don’t have pics from when it was really bad but the scars i have today are still evident.

so yeah! that’s the story! sorry it’s super rambling, i sincerely hope it was coherent, now i gotta go clean my toys so i can take care of myself cause lord 🥵 thems some intense memories, my only regret is i deleted 99% of the pics and videos i took at that time.

here’s a couple more pics; one is my cart at the grocery in early December, the other is a screenshot of the weight gain calculator i used from the same week when i realized i didn’t have to eat 10k a day, i could make it happen with 7k a day but the former sounded much better (read: hotter) to me

#narafeedee #naraanswers #i think this is the most detail i’ve ever told anyone lol #fucks sake i am wet

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batmanisagatewaydrug · 12 days

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You seem like an incredibly well read person, plus someone with a lot of insight into intimacy because of your work. So, in light of your romance book reviews, which are an absolute highlight on your patreon, do you have any insight into what is needed/suggested for a good romance novel?

g o d this is so fucking hard and also really fun to chew on. I want to preface this by saying this is ENTIRELY subjective and based completely on what I *PERSONALLY* find that I enjoy in a romance. this isn't, like, an objective guide on how to write a romance that doesn't suck. that doesn't exist because people like different things, and I'm speaking from one perspective.

also I should say that my preferred flavor of romance novel is solidly contemporary. I haven't read many historicals, certainly not enough to opine well on them, I don't do those mafia dark romances or whatever the fuck, and I've barely dabbled at all in any kind of fantasy romance, whether they're full high fantasy or witchy urban fantasy stories. (although I'm about to do one of the latter next month, you can vote for a book on my patreon rn!)

having gotten all of those caveats out of the way, here's some shit I like and dislike:

there are exceptions to this but broadly, I prefer a POV for everyone involved in the relationship. to me a romance where we're only seeing events from the POV of one member of the relationship automatically makes it seem like one person matters more in a dynamic where everyone should be of equal importance. also, god, if the plot's really going to hinge on not knowing what's going on in one partner's head suggests that miscommunication is going to be a pretty critical part of the plot, and I hate that shit. TALK TO EACH OTHER. I'LL KILL YOU.

on that note, there needs to be an actual compelling reason why the characters can't be together, okay? the #1 driving tension of every romance is "why the fuck can't they be together yet" and you BETTER have a good answer. whether it's interpersonal or external forces, if there's a very easy solution to what's keeping them apart then your characters look dumb and I'm bored. one of the most frustrating romances I've ever read involved two characters who were mutually attracted to each from the JUMP, who refused to act on it because they were coworkers (neither of them in any position of authority of the other, nothing unprofessional or inappropriate about it) and they were "only" living in the same state for A YEAR. A FULL YEAR !!! shut up. get a grip and kiss each other.

now, having said that: whatever your bullshit reason is for these two characters to be interacting with each other, you need to COMMIT to that shit so hard that I, the reader, will feel silly for even questioning the logic. the worst offender I've ever seen on this front is D'Vaughn and Kris Plan a Wedding, which pulls its protagonists together via a reality TV competition and then just... promptly loses any interest in really dealing with the actual realities of being filmed 24/7? it's insanely distracting how little the book engages with its central hook, and was a huge point deduction for me. whereas you have, like, The Bride Test, a book with a premise that skirts dangerously close to a little bit of human trafficking but embraces the whole premise so wholeheartedly that you completely forget about the potentially horrific elements in there. who cares that Esme was bribed here with the promise of a green card if she seduces a man she's never met? there's whimsy happening! we've moved on! it's literally fine and she's in no danger except the danger of a BROKEN HEART.

this one is going to seem SO obvious but like. I need them to be actually like each other. I'm not saying they can't be mutually bitchy while they grow to like each other or anything, they don't have to always be NICE to each other, but there are so many M/F romances where the dude is just flat out fucking MEAN and condescending to the girl until he decides he wants to fuck her. and sometimes even after that! stop it! after a certain point I don't want her to fuck him I want her to run him over a car!!!! there's suuuuch a line between "guy I butt heads and exchange banter with but could fuck if we just got to know each other" and "man who hates me and is for real fucking bullying me."

"kisses only," "doors closed," whatever term they use for a romance novel without any sex scenes on page, I don't like it. listen: I know that they're not everybody's cup of tea, and I FULLY recognize that a lot of romance novel sex scenes are unfathomably cringe. and yet, I need them. partly because they're funny, but also because if this book wants me to be invested in the developing relationship between two adults who are supposed to be WILDLY sexually attracted to each other, then I want to see the damn sex. no matter how many bad similes or unfortunate adjectives it entails. and if you're not going to show me the sex, don't you dare have the characters gushing about how great it is. I'll be the judge of that, thank you very much. (I'm looking at you, Sorry, Bro.)

related: there's this thing that I call "Horny Wolf Syndrome," which is derived from this tweet:

initially I used it to refer to when previously sweet-tempered male romance protags inexplicably started talking like horny wovles during sex scenes - "LET ME SEE YOUR PRETTY CUNT ON MY COCK" and the like - but now I more generally use it to refer to scenarios in which characters of any gender completely dispense with their established personality while they fuck in order to fulfill a more broadly appealing, one-size-fits-all sexual fantasy. I hate that shit; if your characters act like completely unrecognizable people during sex, you didn't write very strong characters. one of my favorite things about writing sex scenes is that it's so SO interesting to see how their the characters' personal quirks translate into a setting that's very different from most other contexts, and it's deeply disappointing when authors take the easy route in favor of some pornhub dialogue.

one of the things that actually won my most recent read, Raiders of the Lost Heart, a HUGE amount of points with me was how frank the female lead was about initiating sex for the first time. it was completely in character for her and felt really different than any other book I've read, and honestly? it was a breath of fresh air.

#bookblr

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grxmreaperx · 1 year

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Hi!!

I just read your Mark Hoffman fic and I loved it!! Would you be willing to write something with Hoffman being a little obsessed with the reader? any further plot is totally up to you, I just need more Hoffman fics. 😩 Angst, fluff, smut (if you’re okay with that of course!)?

God, I love this request!! I’m all for men being obsessed in fics. And there’s no way I can answer this request and NOT write my first Hoffman smut (👀)

Also, you’ve all been so sweet and lovely ahhh I’m so glad I made this blog!!

You Belong to Me

Pairing: Mark Hoffman x reader (reader is AFAB)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: 18+!! Smut!! Kinda went off with this ngl. I had way too much fun with this. Mark being very dominant and obsessed with the reader. Praise and degradation kink. Hair pulling, spanking, cream pie. Mark being very possessive. Oral sex (m! receiving), fingering (f! receiving), p in v penetration. Every ounce of feminism left my body writing this.

Summary: Upon John’s request, you’ve been working as Mark’s secretary at the precinct in order to keep you off the list of suspects in the search for Jigsaw’s accomplice. Did Mark really expect you to not take this golden opportunity to mess with him? As much as he appreciates the tight pencil skirts you’ve started wearing to work, he does not appreciate the attention it is drawing from his coworkers.

You were driving him absolutely insane. He wasn’t sure whether to bash John’s skull in or worship him like Amanda does for placing you here. He already had a hard enough time focusing on stake outs and working on traps with you, and now you were here. In his place of work, where he was supposed to be professional, supposed to pretend he had never seen you before you had your “interview.”

Mark knew exactly what you were doing. Your first day you walked in here, friendly smile on your pretty face, pencil skirt glued to your legs, staring right at him.

“Good morning, Detective Hoffman.”

God, he was going to kill John.

He hadn’t exactly had time for a sex life since everything went down. His sister’s death, planning Seth Baxter’s fate, joining Jigsaw, all on top of his detective work. And it hadn’t really bothered him; he had more important things to think about.

Until John decided you’d be a perfect addition to the team.

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You knew your plan was working exactly how you wanted.

John hadn’t tested him yet, so why shouldn’t you? The detective needed to be tested, didn’t he?

You saw how he stared at you when you walked into work each morning, spending the time before your shift picking out the perfect outfit that you knew would drive the man mad.

You had decided months ago that you tired of the tension, the pull you felt towards the man every night you spent working together. And now John, bless his soul, had given you the perfect opportunity to do something about it.

You had seen some of the other men at the station watching you, eyes hovering a bit too long on your legs and ass. It didn’t bother you much, you ignored them for the most part, they weren’t your test subject, they weren’t your detective, so you hardly even noticed.

But, oh, did Mark notice. He noticed every fucking time. And every time was a new test of his willpower. Every single time, all he could think about was what sort of trap he could devise that would be worthy of the pigs who dared look at you.

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“How you doing today, honey?” You turned around in your chair and saw Henry Miller, one of the cops that was most persistent with you. You were friendly with him; he was nice enough. The only problem was he thought he had a shot with you.

“Morning, Henry. I’m doing alright, how are you today?”

“I’d be a lot better if you finally let me take you out tonight.”

You scoffed. “How many times do I need to tell you I’m not interested before it finally gets through?”

He leaned on your desk, hands resting on the table, staring intently at you from across the surface. “Cmon, baby. Just one dinner, that’s all I ask. I’m very persistent.”

“Miller, isn’t there something you’re supposed to be doing?” You recognized the deep voice instantly and had to stop yourself from grinning. This was perfect.

The smile dropped from Henry’s face when he saw Hoffman staring daggers at him. He looked like a deer in the headlights, a child that had been caught stealing candy.

“Yes, sir,” he muttered, before quickly making his way back to his desk.

“And you,” he started, eyes on you. “In my office.”

You flashed him your best smile. “Of course, Detective.”

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“Sit down.”

You sat down in the chair across from him, trying to scope out the look on his face. His jaw was tense and shoulders tight. He looked like he was about to explode.

“What the fuck was that?”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about, sir.”

He sucked in a breath. “Bullshit.” He stood up, slowly making his way around the table. “You walk in here every day, in your tight little skirts, giving me that proud little smile, and you’re going to sit here and act like you don’t know exactly what you’re doing? I don’t think so, sweetheart.” He placed on a hand on each armrest, eyes boring down into you. “Now, let’s try again, shall we? What the fuck was that?”

Bingo.

You smiled up at him. “I just want to look nice for you, Detective.”

He shook his head and gritted his teeth. “Oh, you wanna look pretty for me, is that it?” You nod. “You know what would make you look real pretty? Get on your fucking knees.”

Embarrassingly quick, you sink out of the chair and onto your knees, staring up at the man. He smirks.

“Well? You just gonna stare at me? Don’t act like you don’t know what to do.”

You reach up and slowly get to work on his belt, trying to act like you still have some sort of control. Not that you minded, but it was still nice to pretend.

All resolve left you went he wrapped a hand in your hair, pulling back until your chin was pointed up at him. “Don’t do that. You’ve teased me enough. Now it’s your turn.”

You pulled down his pants just enough to reach his dick. You sucked in a breath. You had some idea of what you were in for, but fuck.

You tried to tease him a bit more, you really did, but as soon as you heard the deep groan when you took him into your mouth, you were done for.

His hand in your hair guided you, bobbing your head on his dick, feeling it hit the back of your throat each time. Each tug on your hair, each time you felt the tip of his dick down your throat, you felt a spark go straight between your legs. You looked up at him through thick eyelashes, eyes slightly teary, spit spilling over your lips.

“God, I knew it. You do look very pretty like this, sweetheart.”

You were slightly disappointed when he finally pulled your head back, dick soaked with your spit. “Get up.”

You shakily got to your feet, suddenly aware of how much of a mess you must be. His eyes roamed over your body, examining you from head to toe.

“Go on, sweetheart. Bend over the desk for me.”

You quickly complied, bending over the front his desk, legs slightly spread. You felt him behind you, placing his hands on your hips before landing a hard smack on your ass. His hands pushed up skirt, pooling it around your waist and exposing you to him. He ran a finger over your underwear, pressing lightly on your clit, before landing another blow.

“Such a little slut, aren’t you? Already soaked for me. Have you enjoyed acting like a brat?” Another smack. “I asked you a question.”

“Yes,” you said softly.

“Yes what?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Much better.” He pushed your underwear aside, running a finger through your folds. You felt your hips push back, trying to get more. More of anything, more of him. He pulled his hand away, running it over your thighs. “So desperate, aren’t you? You know exactly what you’ve been doing to me, teasing me, acting like a brat. Why should I touch you?”

“Please, sir, I’m sorry. I just wanted – “

“Wanted what? Wanted me to fuck you?”

“Yes,” you breathed. You felt him slide one finger in, quickly followed by a second. You bit your lip, suddenly aware of where you were and who was outside this office.

“So, you thought you’d make me jealous, hm?” he asked, fingers slowly pumping in and out of you. You nodded, rolling your hips against his fingers. As soon as he felt your movement, he pulled his fingers away. A whimper left your lips.

“Why should I make you feel good, when you’ve done nothing but tease me for months?”

“Please, sir. I need it.”

“Louder.”

“But- “

“I said louder.”

“Please, sir, please, fuck.”

He slid into you all at once, not giving you any time to adjust to his size. You let out a loud moan, before clamping a hand over your mouth, hoping to God no one heard you.

His hand found its way to your hair, pulling you toward him, back arching. You felt his lips right next to your ear as he finally moved his hips, pulling almost completely out before pounding back in. “No, no, baby. You want to tease me, make me jealous, let these cops flirt with you? You’re gonna let this whole fucking office know who you belong to.”

He set a rapid pace, hips snapping against yours. You felt your eyes roll back in your head, legs unsteady.

Mark groaned in your ear. “God, do you have any idea how many times I’ve thought about this pussy? How many times I’ve thought about bending you over and ruining you? Do you have any fucking idea what you’ve done to me? You’re all I fucking think about anymore.”

You let out a loud moan, no longer caring who heard you two. “God, fuck.”

“Cmon baby, tell me who you belong to.”

“You, sir.”

“Louder.” His long, hard strokes made your legs weak.

“I belong to you, sir! I’m all yours!”

“Good girl.” His other hand reached around your front, fingers quickly finding your clit and drawing quick circles around it. “Now, let everyone out there know that I’m the only one that gets to make you cum.”

Your legs shook and you knew if it weren’t for his arms holding you up, you wouldn’t be able to stand. Your mind was blank, forgetting everything but his words and the feeling of his cock filling you.

Your vision went white as your orgasm washed over you, the room filled with sounds of you moaning his name and his skin slapping against yours. You felt his pace falter slightly, his breath hot on your ear as he emptied himself inside you.

You stayed like that for a moment, both trying to catch your breath, before he finally pulled out of you and slid your skirt down.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about doing that,” he said, breathless, as he pulled his pants back up.

You let out a soft laugh. “Me too.” You start to grab a tissue from the box on his desk to clean yourself up before he grabbed your wrist. He spun you around to face him, face inches from yours.

“I don’t think so, sweetheart. I want everyone to know that you’re mine. And I want to see you try and hold yourself together with my cum dripping down your thighs.” He gave you a smirk before letting go of your wrist, making his way back to his chair, and continuing his work as if nothing had happened.

He couldn’t help but smile to himself as you tried to make yourself look somewhat presentable.

Maybe your plan worked a bit too well.

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Let me know if you guys like this!! I've been thinking about doing a NSFW alphabet with our lovely detective, let me know if you guys would be interested 👀

#mark hoffman x reader #saw #saw franchise #smut #fanfic #fanfiction

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wintersera · 1 year

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cw: sugarbaby!wony, sugarmommy!reader, choking, dacryphilia, spanking, uses of toys (strap, vibrator), bimbo wony, degredation, public sex

these two images of wony driving me @pupyuj and @wonysugar insane last night so i had to write something about it 😭

wony being the leader of babygirlism- you can’t tell me she isn’t like she’s so sugar baby coded in these pictures?? maybe even a bimbo baby girl

a clingy sugar baby to be exact. always texting you filthy sexts when you’re at work, showing off the lacy pink panties you sent her a couple of days ago. VIDEOS:?:));? she’s sending multiple videos of her getting off- like she would be moving aside her panties and taking the largest dildo in her collection then pumping it in and out of her tight little cunt :(( like literally lifting herself up and down onto the dildo while her wetness coats the entire thing. oh she would fr be moaning loudly on purpose, detailing ever single thing she wants you to do to her, saying how she wishes her mommy wasn’t at work so mommy could fuck her senseless.?£:):;:) she’d also send those videos at the worst times possibly like?? it was like she knew you were in an extremely important meeting- your notifications going crazy bc she sent you like 20+ full paragraphs of everything she needs with like 10+ attachments of her pussy being spread opened, fucked, slapped. literally everything 😭😭 augh and when i say you had to excuse yourself outta the meeting lying to your coworkers saying that you had an “unexpected family issue”

PUNISHING HER WHEN YOU GET BACK?? wony being in your bathroom making herself look all pretty bc you were gonna go on a fancy dinner date later that night!! she didn’t know that those videos caused you to come all the way home :(( tidying herself up and taking a quick selfie in your mirror bc she looks so pretty and cute, thinking it woukd be fun to send you those pictures bc she knows you’re absolutely in love with her ass- like you would actually WORSHIP HER ASS. but anyways you stand at the door just watching her giggle as she comes up with the most sluttiest caption for her photo, then she hears you phone buzz,, the way she whipped her head around would surely give any other person whiplash bc it was so damn fast 😭 rather than fearing for her life, she’s holding back a grin bc she knows shes about to have the best fuck of her life. you already got the strap from your room all you need to do now is just bend her over the sink and fuck her like a rabid animal,, wony having no ounce of shame in her body bc she’s so bimbo stupid whore core who begs for strap 24/7. you’re aggressively stripping her down, pushing her over the sink and biting down hard onto her shoulder,, and she just lets out the most pornographic squeaky moan ever?? 🫠

you’d notice how wet she was too,, like wet maybe and understatement bc she was actually drenched. her panties were soaked, her legs were dripping with her arousal and omfg?:£:;? seeing that put some sort of animalistic urge into you bc now you had to fuck her pussy till it’s sore. wonyoungie pleading desperately for you to put your cock in her saying things like “mommy please ruin my tight cunt :((“ you could never say no to her even if it was a punishment. pounding into her like mad, slapping her perfect ass watching it turn red and watching it bounce around your strap UGH?!/?/)?:? pulling wonys hair up to make her look at her fucked out face in the mirror,, her jaw was wide open and she was drooling like a stupid little whore with nothing but her mommys cock on her mind. which leaves you with sm free access to her neck 😊 with one of your hands you’re wrapping it around her neck and choking her until she’s crying a little bit. OH SHES DEFINITELY GRINNING AT HERSELF IN THE MIRROR BC SHE KNOWS SHE LOOKS SO GOOD BEING FUCKED FROM BEHIND. ahaha gripping her ass from behind and slamming your cock into her even harder and rougher 🤭

screams out your name while she’s creaming all over your strap, making sure to say “thank you mommy” repeatedly bc she’s that fucked out that she can’t say anything else!! oh and you definitely ruined her mascara :))) her pretty tears made her mascara run down her face and now she’s a little mad at you for doing that (she applied it on so well and you made it look bad :<< aww poor her, but she doesn’t admit that it turns her on)

and then later on in the evening you do actually go on the fancy dinner date. instead of wearing what she originally had (bc you ripped it off of her 😭) wonyoungie decided to wear a cute little skirt for your date!!

feeling sorta evil today,, yk you weren’t so satisfied with your punishment bc you gave wony what she very much wanted, SO you decide it would be some harmless fun to slip a vibrator in her pussy while you were driving towards the restaurant :)) wony thinking it was teasing during the car ride, thinking you would definitely take the vibrator out when you parked your car… awhh, struggling to walk out bc her legs won’t stop shaking </33 it was set to the lowest setting but the low vibrations in her cunt in public made her feel oh so good, the humiliation making her cunt sopping wet,,, and it didnt help that her skirt was so short that you could clearly see her arousal leak out her panties.

walking in and sitting yourself down, ushering wony to sit down as well- OH?!??;):? a waitress comes to your table immediately and you take this opportunity to turn the remote onto the highest setting it can go to :)) earning a whimper from wony. awhh poor baby is so embarrassed,, trying to keep her moans quiet while you’re ignoring her and talking to the waitress.

ofc once youve done getting your order sorted out it was wonys turn to order something- and let me tell you she was fighting for her fucking life 😭😭 her face beet red as she was trying her best not to moan out loud while talking to the waitress,, to toy with her you kept dropping the levels from highest to lowest every so often just to keep it fun 🤭 LIKE wony thinking she was finally safe to say something but then oopsies the vibrator is on the highest setting again 🙈

thankfully you were sat at a booth so you could just scoot yourself next to wonyoung 🤭🤭 you were getting bored waiting for your food and wony had to be fucked- looking as tempting as ever (bimbo girlies need to be treated as such) you were knuckles deep into her pussy!! again, wony trying her absolute best not to scream in public. bucking into your hands so hard while she’s covering her mouth, your palm occasionally grazing her clit in the most perfect way possible,, it took her sm will power not to let out the most dirtiest moans ever. and awww poor wony making a mess all over the chair telling her that shes mommys good little whore- and that her mommy will take care of the mess :<<

food arrives and you’re both chatting and dining like nothing ever happened- sure you had to get some tissues from the bathroom to clean up her mess, but that was about it,, carried out the rest of the date like normal :)) letting your imagination run wild with this one bc, yes, they went home and fucked more.

#wintersera #kaye: imagines!!#ive smut #ive x fem reader smut #wonyoung ive smut #jang wonyoung smut #jang wonyoung x reader smut #wonyoung x fem reader smut #kpop smut #girl group smut #kpop girl group smut #fem!reader

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joocomics · 9 months

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What do you think about the Heroes wanting to try exhibitionism? Be it in the dorms while the other members are around or if they're feeling really daring, letting another member watch. Or somewhere in public, like for Gunil I can see him wanting to do it in his car since he can drive - 🍑

xdinary heroes - #exhibitionism

smut | xdh x fem!reader | mdni

cw: public sex, exhibitionism, mentions of sexting, oral, masturbation

a/n: sorry it took me longer to get to this one! but i had so much fun with it you have no idea… hope you enjoy it and definitely let me know if you have something to add <3

♡ gunil

in the car

absolutely agree! gunil is so car sex coded it’s a lil insane… he’s so into pulling over to a random deserted place, reclining in his seat and have you ride him while his mouth is glued to your cleavage. he’s obsessed with the fact that he’s the only one that can tempt you to become reckless enough to blow him in public where anyone can pass by and look at you through the window

you start doing it so often that you inevitably end up having your spot. gunil appreciates sex with a nice view so most likely it’s a pretty one

he’s a sucker for little playful touches over his crotch area and thighs while he’s driving! he constantly has his hand on your thigh too, but the energy is totally different if you put a hand over his

at your work place

bf gunil loves visiting you at work! especially if your schedules differ from each others he makes sure to stop by whenever he can even if it’s just for a few minutes during your break. he also secretly wants to get to know the place and the people you’re around every day ngl

he cannot help, but get a little more touchy than necessary cause he misses you; finally having you in his embrace makes him so excited he’s finding it difficult to let go. before you know it he lifts you up against the wall, kissing everywhere his lips can touch

the fact someone from your coworkers can walk pass the room anytime and hear how good your boyfriend is fucking you arouses him even more, so he doesn’t last long (which is a good thing, right?)

♡ jungsu

in the dorm while the other members are around

i’ve said this before in my spanking post, but it’s totally valid for sex too - jungsu loves giving it to you behind thin walls. he fucks you in all of his favorite positions, and scolds you for being so loud. he makes you cum over and over again, shushing you while his fingers work in sync with his cock. but it’s impossible to be quiet and he knows that very well

when you ask why does he suddenly decide he’s horny every time the members are around if you’re not allowed to make any noise he shrugs with a cheeky smile, “cause it’s more fun”

in the recording booth

he will use the opportunity to get his dick sucked before other people arrive or if it’s just him in the recording room and needs a distraction

work is stressing him out, so when you come to watch the band recording a song, he makes you sit on his lap and calm his nerves with kisses while the others haven’t arrived yet. he knows how much time you got before they start coming, but having to glance at the door every two minutes while your mouth is wrapped around him definitely keeps him on his toes in the best way possible

what better way to warm up his voice than by making him cum, right?

♡ jiseok/gaon

public restrooms

it’s kind of cliche, it’s kind of nasty, but he loves it

something about pulling you in the bathroom of a restaurant or a coffee shop especially if you’re out with friends, and you have to return to the table with a straight face, does it for him. it’s a fun way to keep your sex life spicy

his favorite moment is when somebody walks in and he has to keep his hand over your mouth until they leave. he’s definitely trying hard not to burst out laughing, but damn it’s hot

letting others watch

jiseok sometimes forgets when there are people around you. when he falls in love he falls head over heels in love; he gets addicted to your taste and he constantly has his hands on you without even realising it

it begins with playful pecks; discrete pinches on your thighs and stuff like that until it evolves into a minute long make out that just keeps going, cause how are you supposed to resist those lips? there’s no way. you can be watching a movie with the members, or attending a birthday party - the surroundings don’t matter cause they disappear the second your lips connect, and you’re the only thing his eyes can see

when somebody finally says something, or you tell him to calm down he realises that he doesn’t mind having an audience. he gets to show off you after all. he doesn’t mind kissing you a little more, and helping out your hips to rock back and forth while his erection grows from all the attention that’s on both of you

♡ seungmin/o.de

in the dressing room

is it just me or seungmin being horny during work hours is hot on a totally different level?

he easily gets turned on while he’s getting his hair or makeup done, because of something you texted him, and that quickly turns it into a classic sexting. he knows it’s risky to continue with such conversation while there are so many people around him, literally anyone can take a peek at his screen and read the provocative things you describe to each other, but that makes it only more addicting, and he cannot put his phone away. the members & staff literally have to repeat themselves, because his mind keeps drifting to other places - wherever you are most likely with a hand between your legs

he really thought he can go through this without having to risk to go to the bathroom, especially when he has to be on the stage so soon, but his willpower is too fragile when it comes to you, so he politely excuses himself out of the room

at the cinema

the idea comes to him spontaneously. it’s dark, during the week days it’s not that crowded and your seats are far in the back. the thought slips in his mind out of nowhere, distracting him from the plot of the movie, and he decides to act on his impulses - he invites his hand between your thighs and keeps it there until you start to wince in your seat

it’s entertaining… having to be so discreet about it; watching you struggle to contain your emotions. he controls his hand movements by caressing you slow and gentle, careful not to move too much or too obviously

i think this place fits seungmin perfectly - it has the balance of being both intimate and risky. the sex after you arrive home is even better when he can now freely confront you about getting so wet around strangers

♡ hyeongjun/junhan

at your place while there are people around (family; friends; roommate)

hear me out… junhan can be really cheeky especially if he’s horny, and when he’s horny and something is restricting him from getting what he wants? he can still make it work

he leans back on the door of your room making you kneel in front of him. the voices coming from the other side of the door of the people who have no idea what you’re doing to him right now thrills him. it causes him to tug on your hair so hard your scalp burns and to also speak the dirtiest words he’s ever told you. the risky situation makes him bold

i specifically mention your place, cause i can see him getting more excited from the fact you’re ditching your people because of him. are you really so weak when it comes to pleasing him? you can’t even wait to be left alone first. what would they think about you if they find out how perverted you are when you’re with him?

backstage

again, needy junhan. he just cannot help it.

his mind clouds up if you go backstage to kiss him for good luck before a concert. his cock twitches at the sight of how gorgeous you look, and how your eyes skim his body up and down, you’re so obviously turned on by his outfit and makeup. if you compliment him it’s over. he pulls you by the hand right away with the words “come with me”

he promises himself that it’s just a one time thing; it’s risky and irresponsible, and he won’t do it again. but is he really going to be able to resist it? after it felt so good and you both came at the exact same time?

♡ jooyeon

in the practice room

jooyeon might as well add the practice room to his kink list. yes, it’s where he spends most of his time so it’s very convenient, but also… the thought of being caught or heard turns him on.. a lot!! doesn’t matter if it’s a quickie on the floor, a blowjob or just you showing him your pussy cause he misses you, most of the time you go to see him he ends up touching you in some ways that always lead to something like that

loves distracting himself by looking around and remembering all the dirty things you did together

while he’s on a call

while he’s on a call while gaming, but especially during regular calls on the phone!

as we mentioned earlier he has a thing for sneaky things like that, so imagine his excitement when he receives a call he has to answer cause it’s important while you’re in the middle of giving him head, and… you don’t stop. you bob your head up and down his shaft, you suck his tip just the way he likes, you do it all while he does everything to keep his composure and not let his voice betray him. he speaks low through drawed out words that together sound a little incoherent in a sentence, but the important thing is that the call is over just when he’s about to cum

if he’s really in the mood he’s willing to go far by even turning his camera on to keep you on your toes. it’s not fair if he’s the only one threatened to be caught

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taraprince · 2 years

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the nsfw abcs are so good 😩 can u do one for mello please 🙏

❗️nsfw warning❗️

OFC I CAN 🤭🤭 i’m so glad you like them <33

// GN reader, might mention pussy once it twice i don’t remember//

MELLO NSFW ABCS ~

A (aftercare) - mello isnt exactly the greatest at showing affection, but he tries his best to assure your comfort after sex, especially because he knows he can be rough sometimes all the time

B (bottom or top) - hes happy with anything as long as hes getting laid. If you wanna ride him, then be his guest. If you want him to tower over you while he fucks you stupid, hes fine with that too.

C (cum) - most of the time, he tries to pull out before he cums; however if you ask him to cum inside you he’ll obey without hesitation. He doesnt like wearing a condom, he wants to feel your heat right up against him, but he’ll do so if you ask him to <3 oh my god hes so pretty when he cums, shouting your name as his stomach flexes and his hair falls in front of his face ahhh.

D (dress up) - he doesnt mind dressing up for you, but he goes absolutely feral when you dress up for him. If There's anything that gets him hard fast, its you straddling his lap in a skimpy lace set he got for you that points out your curves so beautifully.

E (experience) - though he's a god at what he does, he actually doesn't have a lot of experience. Once he got out of Wammys, he never really got with another person before, making you his first time (which just makes his love for you even stronger)

F (fav position) - he loves loves lovessss having you ride him. He adores how prettily your thighs and chest bounce as you try to take all of him inside you. It drives him insane when he sees how your face contorts so lewdly before you cum all over him. “Cmon, you can take all of me, yeah? I know you can, just a little lower~”

G (goofy) - he’s pretty focused and serious during sex, and youll never really find yourself laughing; however sometimes he purposefully uses cheesy pick up lines when the tension is thick and you cant help but giggle a little.

H (hair) - he has a little bit of stubble down there, but he tried to keep it maintained. He doesnt really care a lot, he just wants to keep himself presentable for you. He doesnt mind what you do, if you dont want to shave then thats fine by him. Sex is sex, whether theres hair or not.

I (intimacy) - hes a bit more rough than passionate, but he does know how to make the knot in your stomach twist and turn. Every so often, when you two are having sex he’ll slow down and tell you how much he really loves you and how much he loves seeing you stuffed with his fat cock

J (jack off) - oh my god constantly. As much as he wants to take him time with you and do unspeakable things, hes just so busy with kira and near on his back all the time, so he doesnt have a lot of free time. He often resorts to pleasuring himself to the thought of how pretty and tight you are for him.

K (kink) - besides constant praise (and a hint of degradation if your needy), hes pretty vanilla. Hes definitely covered you in chocolate and licked it off you a few times, but thats only on special occasions. If he ever walked in on you with your hands tied behind your back (dont ask how its possible ok let me dream) and presented so openly for him, he’d go wild, losing almost all of his self control.

L (location) - if you want to fuck him, it doesnt matter where you two are, he’ll do it. His personal favorite out of all the places you two have done it at is on his couch at work. He loves the rush it gives him thinking of one of his dear coworkers walking in and seeing how good you can be for him and only him.

M (massage) - since he cant always be intimate with you, he often gives you massages because thats close enough, right? He really goes crazy for any type of skin to skin touch you two have because hes a man whore

N (no) - he seen and done it all really, or it feels that way at least. He cant really think of anything he wouldnt do; as long as your happy hes happy. He knows he doesnt show it very well, but he really does care a lot about you.

O (oral) - god he loves it when you sit on his face. The feeling of your plush thighs squishing his face can just make him cum over and over, but he keeps his composure so he can enjoy it a bit longer. Hes also such a fucking whore for you when you give him head. Bucking his hips, gripping your hair tightly, telling you over and over how fucking amazing your mouth feels around him. You two have for sure 69d on multiple occasions.

P (pace) - he adores roughly pounding into you (or guiding your hips quickly up and down), seeing your face twist and mewl at how good his dick feels. If you ask him to slow down, he’ll just go faster until you cum and your body goes limp.

Q (quickie) - lovess them. Yes, he loves being able to fully worship your body properly, but he just doesnt have time. he often has you against the wall of his office, rattling the wall with how hard hes rutting into you.

R (risk) - all for it 100%. Though he very protective of you, he loves the idea of fucking you silly in public with the high chance that someone could see or hear. Hes for sure fingered you in a restaurant before, and he had to remind you to keep quiet before someone heard you moaning like such a slut. “Fuck, your so loud and im only using my fingers. If your good and keep quiet for me, when we get home i’ll give you more. Sound good~?”

S (stamina) - he usually lasts about 3-4 rounds. Hes a tough man, but you make him weak in his knees when you open up so willingly for him, just begging him to ruin you from the inside out.

T (toys) - he owns a pair of handcuffs, a vibrater, and probably a ball gag. He thinks you look like a sexy fucking god/goddess when he uses his toys on you, with you squirming and mewling under him while he fucks you silly with just a few pieces of plastic and rubber.

U (unfair) - he’ll tease you with his words constantly, but once you two are in bed he cant help but just tear you apart, no time to mess around. “I see you over there getting off to my voice, rubbing your pretty thighs together. Why dont you just come over here and spread them open for me to play with, hm~?”

V (volume) - hes loud and proud. He almost WANTS people to hear how good hes getting it. He whimpers and moans when he cums, groans and mewls when you take control over his tired body (his sounds alone could make you cum over and over, and he knows it)

W (wild card) - mellos kind of a secluded guy, and as much as you think you know everything about him, theres always gonna be something that hes keeping secret. Which is exactly why it surprised you when he subtly mentioned his desire to be covered in hickies and love bites. Of course, he got what he wanted (and you may have escaped with 1 or 2 or 5 of his own marks across your body)

X (xray) - hes pretty average length, about 8, maybe 8.5 inches, but he still manages to drive you absolutely feral with the way he fucks you.

Y (yearning) - hes a raging manwhore and nothing anyone says can change my mind about that. Your always on his mind, your pretty lips both of them,your plush thighs that feel like cotton candy in his hands; he can daydream forever. You two usually have full on sex (not counting quickies) about 3-4 times a week.

Z (zzz) - hes out quick when you two are finished. Hes tired after a long few hours of countless orgasms <3

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AN: AH i love doing these sm 🤭 can you tell i went with a theme on this one🙏 THX FOR THE ASK I RLY APPRECIATE IT💍💍💍🫶🫶🫶

#mello death note #smut alphabet #smut #mello smut #death note smut #mello x reader #death note x reader #x reader #i still dont know how to tag

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beezusvreeland · 10 months

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dear reader - chapter 2

summary: Miguel took the reader’s love and friendship for granted. Something he learns reading her column, when it’s too late…Or is it?

ship: miguel o'hara x f!reader // matt murdock x reader

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Chapter 2

Miguel has never loved having an office for himself more. It was one of those days where he didn’t seem to catch a break, being interrupted by his coworkers every five minutes. He was already distracted, but not with work. He read your last column and, as much as he tried not to, it was all he could think of during the weekend. Monday came around and the bothersome feelings just kept haunting him.

“Lyla, order a salad and six empanadas from the place downstairs”, Miguel told his assistant on the phone. “And unless the fabric of our very existence is crumbling apart, don’t let anyone bother me for the next hour or so.”

“Sure thing, boss. Do you want that weird iced hibiscus tea too?”

“No. Get me a Coke.”

“A diet one?”

“A normal one.”

Lyla was silent for a minute.

“Please don’t scream at me for making a simple question, but boss, are you okay?”

Miguel groaned. He had no idea what he was at that moment, okay didn’t seem like it, though.

“The normal Coke gave it away?”

“Pretty much, but I’m not judging”, she answered, her usual playful tone coming through. “Wanna talk about it?”

“Absolutely not. Just get me lunch and make sure people leave me alone, that will do.”

“Geez, I was gonna give you a hard time for not saying please and thank you, but you sound terrible.”

“Lyla…”, Miguel pinched his nose, closing his eyes. “Please, just do what I asked you.”

“Oh, this is worse than I imagined”, he heard her say before hanging up the phone.

Miguel took off his lab coat and closed the blinds of his office, laying down on his very expensive leather couch. Back when he got the new office, Alchemax let him choose between keeping the furniture of the previous room’s owner or buying some things of his own. He kept most of it, but felt that the office was still very empty. When he told you that, you suggested the couch. Miguel loved the idea, that would allow him to have more people and also more meetings there, so he wouldn’t have to make so many reservations to use the meeting rooms available at the company. It would also take some of the stress off Lyla, who he knew would go out of her way to make sure he could do his work without too many bumps on the way. She had been worried about her reputation amongst the other assistants and secretaries because of reservation fights — he might have heard something about her not getting invited to a happy hour, which made her really upset.

You had suggested a beautiful L shaped black couch. Miguel, ever so headstrong, insisted on getting a leather brown one made by some fancy designer instead.

“Migs, it looks great, but this is the most uncomfortable couch I've ever had the displeasure of sitting at”, you warned him.

“Good, I don’t want those suits getting too comfortable when they come here.”

“Screw the suits, what about you? If you ever need a moment to rest? This thing might make it worse.”

“I never rest”, Miguel said proudly, making you scoff and roll your eyes.

“If you say so…”

You were right, of course. You usually were and it annoyed him so much. It never felt like you were trying to influence him, rather than just helping him out. Still, Miguel was a sore loser, even when there was no competition being held. He cursed himself while trying to shift his body on the couch, the sounds of the friction between his clothes and the leather driving him insane.

Miguel spent the past days thinking about calling you to apologize for the dinner and to congratulate you on the scholarship. Guilt had been consuming him. Not only because you somehow found out he lied about not being able to get to the dinner, but because you had put so much effort in making it a special night. Even though you were the one who should be celebrated, you wanted to share that with him. Not Hobie or Pav, not even Gwen, him. He felt sick to his stomach every time he imagined you waiting for him at the restaurant, and then realizing he wouldn’t show up.

It pained him because he remembered something you had told him years before. How once, when you were a kid, your parents held you a birthday party at McDonald’s and invited all your classmates. Only a few showed up and, by the end, when they were leaving, you heard a boy telling his mom that the party had been lame and boring.

“Since then, I get really anxious when people are late or don’t show up without letting me know…I hate that I still feel a lot like that little girl”, you told him at one of the many bar nights your group of friends had. It was one of the rare occasions where you allowed yourself to be vulnerable and share something from your life. When he teased you about it, all you said was: “All you gotta do is ask”.

He told himself to remember that, but obviously he forgot when it mattered the most. When Miguel realized he wouldn’t gather the courage to call you, he decided to send you a text. He drafted several versions of it, sometimes apologizing more and showing excitement about Scotland, others asking you to bring souvenirs and trying to make smart puns. As he scrolled through them on his phone, it became obvious he couldn’t send you any of those.

Miguel opened your Instagram profile for what felt like the millionth time in the past few days, eager to see if you’d post anything about the trip. But there was nothing.

He then went back to Bliss ’ website and searched for your column. It said that “dear reader” would be on hiatus for a couple months, while “the writer” went on her adventure. The page encouraged the readers to go back in the column archive and read previous ones. When Miguel clicked on it, the archive showed dozens of articles dating back to almost a year before. Curiosity got the best of him, so he clicked on the very first one.

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Dear reader,

The idea for this column came up like many do. Girl meets boy. Girl falls for boy. Boy only sees her as a friend. This website is filled with articles and interviews talking about falling in love, taking the next step in a relationship, working on your marriage or even how to find the right lawyer for your divorce.

It doesn’t say, however, what the hell do you do when the love you feel is unrequited. When, even doing the best you can, it seems impossible to get over them. How to move on when there are so many elements there to make you believe it could become something more and yet it never does. Or how to deal with it when unrequited is the only type of love you’ve ever known.

At this point, you might be asking yourself what kind of qualifications I have to be writing about it. Well, I’m living it. As I type this, my…let’s call him “the guy”, well, the guy is flirting with a beautiful girl. We are at a bar with our friends and I can see him from where I’m seated because he asked me to do our maneuver. Which is when he sees someone he’s interested in and asks me to approach the girl, usually complimenting her or her outfit, and then introduce her to him.

In my defense, that started as a joke with another friend, who’s really charismatic, yet very shy. He really liked a girl that would go to the same place as us, but couldn’t bring himself to talk to her. So I did the maneuver — and it worked. They aren’t together anymore, but dated for a couple years. Seeing that, the guy asked me to do the same, and I don’t know yet how to say no to him.

It breaks my heart every single time. Because he does seem to be too good to be true: extremely attractive (and he knows it), charming, funny, has an incredible dedication and passion for what he believes in, and owns a genius type of a brain. Girls are immediately drawn to him — myself included.

He will wink at me, as if saying thanks, and give his undivided attention to the woman of the hour. I’ve spent too many hours to count wondering what it would be like to be one of them. What does it feel like to be loved by him, even if it’s just for a few hours. Before meeting him, I thought these kinds of things were made up from romance books and movies. Seeing it in real life made me feel less crazy, in a way. Like maybe there is hope for my hopelessly romantic heart.

So I go back to my place, where I’m writing from right now. At first, writing was an excuse to recover my sanity after seeing him with someone without anyone else pressing me about it, but eventually that became true and writing became my lifeline.

I suggested this column to my editor because it dawned on me that I can’t be the only one going through this. That somewhere, in this city or else, there is someone bending backwards to make someone else see them for who they really are. Someone who knows they shouldn’t, but can’t help but live for the thrill of the hope, even when most days are pure despair.

Where do I go from here? I hope we figure that out together. And as a way to feel completely comfortable and open with you, I chose not to reveal my identity. I hope you understand.

I will be here every week, reporting from the trenches.

Never take advice from someone who’s falling apart.

Love,

The writer

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If Miguel called or texted, you had no way of knowing, because you blocked him. It felt like the only possible way to avoid rereading your text exchange or whatever he had to say. Or, most importantly, to avoid the pain of realizing that he didn’t contact you at all. You felt like you couldn’t go through that.

And you promised yourself that you would make the most of this trip and courses you were taking. Scotland was a dream, your dream. Something you worked so hard to get. And you did it. With your dedication and nights you gave up in favor of writing as much as you possibly could. Writing for work, for pleasure, to make it right by all the words and worlds that filled your insides.

The campus of the University of Edinburgh was beautiful, the bright green from nature contrasting with the grays and light browns present in almost every single structure. Observing them made you want to know more about architecture, there was obviously so much history in those grounds.

You entered one of the buildings, searching for the classroom assigned to you. There would be a quick presentation of the course, the rules and what to expect for the next few weeks. You were a few minutes early and, as you walked in the empty room, you chose a seat next to the window. That way you could still see the sunny exterior.

A couple hours later, you were putting your notebook back inside your bag, when you felt someone tugging lightly at your sleeve. You look up to find a beautiful girl wearing yellow lenses glasses smiling at you.

“Hey there”, she had an american accent, you noticed. “I’m Jessica, and you are…?

You said your name as you got up. She pointed towards a group of the students who were at the presentation hurdling next to the room’s entrance.

“We are going to what I hear is a lovely pub to drink all the pints we possibly can. Do you wanna join us?”

You laughed. You were very tired and had promised to call Gwen, Pav and Hobie to tell everything about your first day, but before you realized it, you said yes.

“Great!”, Jessica answered. “I guess that’s it, let’s go, people!”, she shouted towards the group that started walking outside, heads laughing and discussing books you had never heard of, the air just the right amount of chilly. It was only then you realized how alive you were feeling, excitement going through your veins, making your heart beat faster. Right there, you knew that, for the first time in your life, you were at the right place at the right time.

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zoobus · 2 years

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I apologize in advance because I'm taking a tag way too seriously and this isn't even YA novel navalgazing, this is literally about a series written for 3rd graders.

I'm realizing "fucked up that the moral of this story was" is a minor trigger for me. It drives me insane in a way obviously unequal to whatever the original context is. But this is my blog so.

The American Girl series was not a moral-driven set of stories! They weren't Animorphs or anything but they were absolutely a kid's introduction to the intrinsic unfairness of life and a solid chunk of the stories ended with the """"moral"""" of the main character left to uncomfortably ponder why something so clearly not right could be allowed to continue before they clunkily skipped to the next story like the previous didn't happen.

I used to own several sets and I skimmed through a few before selling them some years back. The sudden harsh reality of whatever historical ills going on were part of the appeal! It was fucked up and scary and that's why they were good (to an elementary schooler to be clear, these aren't good books)

Like the "moral" of Nellie's story was that it was fucked up to be a child factory worker. It was fucked up that her response to "oh your hair is so pretty, you should grow it longer" was to recount the time she witnessed one of her elementary age coworker get scalped by one of the child labor machines. It was fucked up that she's 8 with PTSD. Of course Nellie got a happy end but like... abused little puppies getting cleaned up and spoiled is a popular media trope. It's not a lesson. Even though it works out for her, you're still left with the knowledge that the girl who's hair was ripped off her skull and untold number of fingerless kids were not adopted by Samantha's rich grandpa.

I'm rarely comfortable saying there's one specific point that a story is objectively going for and you're a fool if you don't see it, but I do think the American Girl series was intentional in showcasing period-specific suffering might have looked like in a way a little kid could conceptualize. And it worked! For example:

Molly, the WW2 American Girl (AG). Her family takes in a little Bri'ish girl and Molly's soooo excited wow imagine having a fancy English girl in your own house. She is irritated when the 9yo lass is very quiet and not into being her doll. After weeks of molly snipping at her, British girl goes off like sorry I'm not fucking prancing around you dumb bitch but I'm not here as a foreign exchange student, I'm here because my house got bombed and my friends and family are probably fucking dead

Samantha, the Victorian AG. We already know Nellie who, as explained before, had a very different life than the wealthy Samantha. But Samantha also had a black nanny she adored up until she disappears without warning. After a lot of snooping, she uncovers that nanny had a baby! So of course she sneaks out at night to find the little man for herself🤫

Her mischievous giggling starts to get more nervous as she gets closer to nanny's address. It's getting dirtier and shittier and there's only black people around and they're openly gawking but not approaching. People live here? Nanny lives here? With a baby? She eventually finds her and the baby who is cute but Samantha is left at the end like. Hm. So. I guess my life is not universal? Much to think about. There's no happy resolution to this. Nanny never returns, segregation continues.

Last one, Addy, the escaped slave (apparently a controversial opinion, but I liked Addy). The other stories take a bit to get to wham aspect, but with her? Right from the start we have Overseer catch Addy slacking while picking cotton. She's just not debugging fast enough. This grown adult man, so infuriated an eight year old child isn't picking cotton tobacco fast enough, forces her to eat one of the fat, green worms she missed. They describe Addy holding back tears, the worm bursting in her mouth, the bitter taste, the humiliation. I feel like this was the first time I like...*got* slavery. You learn about it in school, sure, but owning people, beating people, it sounded bad but unconnected to anything I knew. Like maybe it's because at the time of reading, I too was a daydreamy 8yo black girl, making it hit a little too close. How could anyone do that and feel justified? Or feel nothing at all? An adult made a little kid eat a bug and it didn't hurt his conscious? This guy probably goes to church and doesn't even remember this. He doesn't think he needs forgiveness. This is nothing to him. This is normal. He died thinking he did nothing wrong, probably. Those were my thoughts then. Very good.

These aren't morals. Of course you shouldn't expect a refugee to perform for their host family. Of course you shouldn't make a child eat a worm. Child labor is bad. Didactic American Girl was not.

#niche effortposts #American girl #if i had to say they went for a particular lesson it might be #8yo girls have been surviving the most insane shit since the dawn of time. we're not saying it was good. it was horrible.#nevertheless many made it out alive. believe in yourself👍

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bluehourbucky · 1 year

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the sundress

pairing: yelena belova x f!reader

summary: yelena being a tease

warnings: sexual content; fingering; teasing;

a/n: ugh I don't know what happened. imma go to horny jail.

minors do not interact

18+ only under the cut

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you love your yelena. you really do love her.

but sometimes, you don't know what to do with her.

today was supposed to be a nice day, very chill . you got invited to one of your co-workers' baby showers, and you were allowed a plus one. who else would you bring than your girlfriend. yelena happily agreed to go.

as you were getting ready to go you look over at your naked girlfriend straight out of the shower, you wait for her to put on any underwear- she's not big on bras, but panties at least. no, yelena decided to slip on a white sundress with cherry's on it, it's so short and flowy that if a little breeze flows through you could literally see her ass. and the low cut doesn't help either.....

it's the only dress that makes you absolutely feral where you have no other thoughts but to want to fuck her.

"sweetheart, no. this is a baby shower, you can't do this to me." you whine but your girlfriend gives you a big smile, and of course a twirl.

"моя любовь, you love this dress, no?" yelena pecks your lips and heads for the door. she's going to be the death of you.

and you're so not proud of the way how you arrived to your coworkers place. you're a good driver and most importantly a very safe driver. however, you can't lie and say that your fingers haven't been buried deep inside yelenas pussy making her cum twice while driving with one hand on a highway.

"this was nice." yelena teases while cleaning herself up because if you started cleaning her, she would be even more messy than she already was. you glare at her while cleaning up your fingers, and she just laughs at you - how dare she.

"hi! welcome welcome! you must be yelena I have heard so much about you!" your co worker greets both of you with a happy smile urging you to come in.

the party is set up in their backyard, they recently moved to a bigger house wanting to accommodate their new addition.

yelena quickly finds people to talk to and you love that about her, she manages to light up any space she ever blesses with her presence.

but she's driving you insane - she's giving you a show, and you literally can not do anything about it. yelena twirls the hem of her dress, occasionally lifting it just a little. and whenever it gets just a tad bit colder, her nipples go hard - that's when she takes the opportunity to give you a kiss on the cheek brushing her chest over yours.

it's insane what she does to you without even touching you, you're sure you've ruined another pair of panties because of this.

she's going to be the death of you, you just know it.

"do you know if she's single, you seem like good friends?" you almost choke on your drink when one guy asks and points to yelena. trying so hard not to roll your eyes, men are so gross and oblivious.

"wouldn't know maybe you should ask her?" being a stupid man, he doesn't realise you're being sarcastic. to be fair, he literally saw you kiss yelena multiple times and still called you friends.

you watch as he leaves and you almost fall from the chair when yelena turns to you and gives you the disgusted look when he asks her for her number.

"what was that about? jeez, men are gross." she plops down on your lap, and kisses you. you happily accept her kiss and caress her thigh, squeezing it lightly.

"you're getting punished for this, you know that darling?" you say looking straight into her eyes.

" oh i'm counting on that." yelena stands up, smiles cheekily and walks away giving you a full view of her ass for a short second by lifting the dress. luckly for her no one was around to see it or she would be in trouble

but yelena knows that she got you wrapped around her finger, but you wouldn't have it any other way.

[the end]

anyways I'm going to horny jail

also idk how to write smut so sorry for leaving yall like this

#yelena mcu #yelena x reader #yelena black widow #black widow #yelena belova x reader #yelena belova #yelena smut #marvel imagine #marvel fic #marvel smut #wlw

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floydsmuse · 11 months

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Creek kisses and Summer wishes

warnings: none! just the usage of the f bomb once, but other than that it’s fluff <3

pairing: Rhett Abbott x f! reader (no y/n)

description: as a way to cool off & have some fun, Rhett takes you out to a creek away from town. (wc 1k+)

a/n: hi ! so i’m back with yet another Rhett fic :) the difference between this one & the last one i wrote for him is just😅 but, i really wanted to write something fluffy for Rhett because he deserves to be happy & feel loved :,) i also just wanted to thank you all of for your support you’ve shown me on my fics 🫶 it means so much to know you enjoy them as much as i do writing them. so with that being said, i hope you like this one! likes & comments are great! reblogs are appreciated too🥰💕 ty!

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It was mid July, on one of the rare days where Wabang was hot, but surprisingly not unbearable. It had gotten up to about the mid 80s. which was still considerably hot, but not as torturous as it reaching up into the high 90s & dipping into the 100s. You were finishing up your shift at the local diner across town & were anticipating your bf coming to pick you up after your shift.

Rhett had done his fair share of work around the ranch all day and tending to the animals. He was beat & needed a way to cool off. He figured after he picked you up, he would take you out to this creek that was just on the outskirts of town, in a pretty private woodsy area. It had been a while since he’d last been to it. He hadn’t gone since before he met you. During past family get togethers that Rhett was forced to attend against his will, he would sometimes sneak off & go to the creek to clear his head or even take a dip to escape the scorching heat of summer. Rhett thought it would be fun to take you, as you loved going on adventures & going to new places with him.

The time had finally reached five & you were officially off the clock. You removed your apron & grabbed your bag from its place in the cubby. You bid your coworker a goodbye & went into the staff bathroom to quickly check yourself in the mirror. Your hair was frizzy as expected from the humidity & was coming out of the hairstyle you had put it up into to stay cool. You decided to take it down, leaving it laying freely onto your shoulders. Your makeup held up fairly well during the course of the day, besides the little bit of fallout from the minimal mascara you had on. You gently wiped under your eyes & adjusted your top. After you were pleased with yourself you hurried out of the bathroom, punched out & headed towards the front of the building, where you were met with Rhett in his truck patiently waiting for you.

You opened the truck door to find him smirking at you. Before you could even properly greet him he beat you to it,

“Hop on in sweetheart. I’m takin you somewhere.” He spoke with that damn southern drawl that drove you absolutely insane every time you’d hear it.

“Well hello to you too.” You playfully snarked back & he let out a light chuckle. You hoped into your seat & buckled up. You weren’t sure if you should’ve asked where he planned on taking you two. yYou liked that element of surprise & Rhett was always full of them. so instead you just let him drive & take you to your destination. He placed a hand onto your thigh, gently squeezing there & just enjoying the ride. With the windows down, the smell of the fresh summer air, & the sound of music playing on the radio, you headed off.

Roughly about 20 minutes later, you arrived at a woodsy area, surrounded by tall trees & slightly unkempt grass. Rhett pulled up onto the land with ease & stopped the truck.

“Yh Rhett.. where exactly are we?” You questioned, your voice laced with confusion. You tried to make out what you were looking at through the window from your seat in the truck, but all you could see were lines of trees that surely went on for miles. Rhett didn’t answer you however. instead he turned off the car & hopped out of the truck. He headed over to your side & opened your door. You cautiously stepped out, Rhett immediately grabbing a hold of your hand with his & clasping them together. After a few seconds, he finally spoke up. a bit of excitement evident in his voice,

“I have something to show ya. do ya trust me?” He playfully quipped, which earned him a light slap to his chest & he pretended to be hurt by it. Holding onto his chest in a dramatic state.

You couldn’t stop the giggles from leaving your lips,

“I do trust you! But I would like to know where the hell you’ve taken us Rhett Abbott!” You respond with a raised your voice, that lingered with a hint of laughter. He was leading you into the woodsy area now & still holding your hand in his. You had to admit it was quite beautiful & sort of peaceful. There were sounds of birds chirping & the rustling of the leaves on the trees. You didn’t need to step in much further, immediately noticing a body of water in its wake. Rhett quickly let go of your hand & ran over to it. You following suit.

As you approached closer to the water, you noticed Rhett starting to strip out of his clothes. Only leaving him in his black boxer briefs, with his bull pec tattoo on full display for you to admire. But the next thing you knew, Rhett was in the water. He had only gotten halfway in before he was coaxing you to join him.

“Come on in darlin,’ the waters fine.” He spoke, causing you to shake your head & playfully roll your eyes at him.

He had treaded further in now & even went as far as to stick his head under the water. Fulling submerging himself. You couldn’t quite grasp what was happening & you weren’t too sure if you necessarily wanted to partake in this. The water didn’t look too bad, but you were slightly afraid of The idea of someone catching the two of you. Rhett’s voice broke you out of your thoughts, practically begging you to come in, making it clear that he wouldn’t hesitate to pick you up over his shoulder & drag you in if it came to.

Rhett was someone who liked to live on the edge at times. He tried not to take life too seriously. Since after meeting you, a different side of him came to light & he felt more excited about life. He felt like it was more worth living for, once you stepped into the picture. Looking at that dopey smile on his face & his pleading eyes boring into you was all you needed to see before you stripped off your clothes, leaving you in just your bra & panties. You let out a “Fuck it” & headed for Rhett. he let out a loud whooo, cheering you on from his place in the creek. You finally reached him & he didn’t hesitate to lift you up into his arms.

He spun you around, an endless fit of giggles left you & you were feeling so alive in this moment. He placed you back down into the water & drew you in for a kiss. Your lips melted together & your hands wrapped around each other. The kiss wasn’t super heated by any means, but it was indeed passionate. Once you both needed air, you parted. Rhett looked absolutely lovesick & you were sure you did too. He gently brushed a strand of hair that fell in front of your face, then placed a light kiss on to your nose which caused your cheeks to heat up & your nose scrunched up. He pulled back & before you knew it, Rhett had dipped you under the water. His laugh loudly echoing throughout the woods. You quickly came up for air & lunged straight at him.

“Oh you’re are so in for it now Rhett Abbott!” You playfully exclaimed. The rest of the evening consisted of you two messing around in the water & exchanging loving kisses.

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott x reader #rhett abbott x y/n #rhett abbott x female reader #outer range #outer range fic #lewis pullman #floydsmuse

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lightflame · 6 months

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Tagged by @bagadew (Also tagging in @waermeflasche because you tagged me weeks ago and I didn't get back to you)

Last song I listened to: Soap by The Oh Hellos. I burn CDs and listen to them in my car. (The first few I tried to give themes and titles, and select the perfect song orders, but ended up kind of bad and the other was cursed and wouldn't play even though I remade it three times, so I just switched to throwing a ton of songs together on "Random Mixes" and enjoying.) I was listening to my very first random mix on the drive home from work and this one came up. It's a pretty snazzy song. I think Theseus and Hello, My Old Heart are my favourites from the band.

Last book I read: Can I do a couple? I just recently finished Play of Shadows by Sebastien de Castell. It's the first book of Court of Shadows, the sequel series to his Greatcoats series. Greatcoats is one of my favourite series, filled with swashbuckling action, clever humour, and an absolutely miserable protagonist, Falcio val Mond, who always manages to get back up and keep going anyway. I read everything de Castell writes, and after a string of books with severe pacing problems (check out The Malevolent Seven for a book that doesn't have a second act) and other problems (I have a hard time seeing any book topping Crucible of Chaos as the worst book I've read this year), he finally seems to be back. The book didn't pack quite the emotional punch of some of his other books, but it definitely made me want to jump up and cheer for the heroes at the end.

The other book I just finished is The Warm Hands of Ghosts by Katherine Arden. I liked her Winternight Trilogy (look it up and be prepared for some absolutely gorgeous covers, with prose to match), so I was excited to see something new from her. This book was about World War I, with some fantasy elements used for magic realism. (Portraying a soldier's struggle with addiction and PTSD through the lens of him losing his soul to the devil was a brilliant idea.) I most subsist on a steady diet of fantasy books, but this one had me hungering to read a few more historical books. I might have to pick up some books about the Halifax Explosion.

Last film I watched: I haven't watched much on my own for a while, but my friends do a movie night every Sunday. The last two times I tuned in, we watched Jesus Christ Superstar and Pokemon 3: Spell of the Unown. They were both fairly cute movies. I liked Judas's actor.

Last TV series I watched: I've been making my way through The Office for the first time. I'm on Season 3 and this happened to me, actually. There was some stuff I was like, "Wow, that was funny. I should tell my coworkers about it," but then I realized that I can't be the guy who tells his coworkers about this funny new show called The Office.

Last video game I played: If visual novels count, Umineko. I've been working my way through it slowly for about five and a half years and I'm finally closing in on the end. It's peak fiction and the greatest love story of the twentieth century. It's also funny I picked a game this insanely long for my first visual novel. Other than visual novels, I just finished Pokemon Legends: Arceus, after putting in 104 hours this year. Completing the Dex is my favourite part of any Pokemon game, so having it be more involved and include a big checklist made the game basically crack for me. I've also been casually playing some Star Wars: Battlefront II (2005) with my brother. Every time we play it, I'm always amazed by how good it is and how much content it has. I want to take command posts forever.

Last thing I googled: "Dandadan Aira". I just started the manga the other day and I like her best, so I wanted to double check her full name, I think? Other than that I'm mostly looking up when books are available at my local stores. I've been religiously checking when The Book that Broke the World will be available and I'm not even sure if I'm buying it.

Last thing I ate: A few snacks from my snack drawer. I also had a Quaker yogurt bar at work. I bought a big box of them last year, but I had to throw them out because of the Salmonella. (Chewed through a lot of them before that came out, though, including eating three on an airplane.)

Amount of sleep: Supposedly seven hours, since I went to bed right after finishing The Warm Hands of Ghosts last night. The only problem is that if I get to bed at a good time, I sleep fitfully, so I'm either sleeping poorly or sleeping well, but not getting anywhere near enough sleep.

Currently reading: I started Empire of Silence, the first book of The Sun Eater by Christopher Ruocchio, at work today. I've had the first three books sitting on my shelf for a year or two and I finally got around to starting it. (I'd resolved to do both this series and Kushiel's Legacy this year, after having both for so long, and I got that one done at the start.) I'm not very far in, but I enjoy the writing style a lot, even if a lot of the worldbuilding is obviously cribbed from Dune. (Whoa, look, mentats.) I've heard it picks up a lot in the second book, so I'm excited for what's in store for me.

Passing this on, I'll tag @somerunner @lyssq @soulsinshadow @lunawithsocks and @dancerladyaqua. (They also have currently watching and sweet, salty, or savoury as questions, which I didn't do.)

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