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jasontoddsdarling · 1 year ago

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can we fuck in the bathroom?

— pairing: jason todd x female reader

— words: 1,1k

— tags: smut, bathroom sex, oral sex (male receiving), doggy style, rough sex, creampie

— summary: You suggest Jason something you both have never done. The title speaks for itself.

"Jason.”

“Yes, beloved?” Jason answers you, but he is immersed in his evening read, a literary fiction title you recommended him last month.

“Can we fuck in the bathroom?"

Jason drops the book he's reading, all of his attention to you. "What?"

You pout. "Can a girl not suggest her husband to fuck her in the bathroom?"

"No, princess. I mean of course you can. Just why are you so suddenly… suggesting it?"

"Nothing. I just want us to do it. We have never done it there!"

"Oh right...."

Jason begins to have his pondering look.

That's all he says. For thirty seconds long, you count.

You're getting kind of flustered—you brave yourself up, bringing it up to him about an unusual place (for the two of you at least) to have sex outside of the bedroom, but you chalk it up with bored expression. And impatient. It's evening already, for God's sake. Ended up fucking in the bathroom or not, you're going to have to shower anyway.

"If you don't want to, I will have to shower alone.” You walk away. “I might play with myself, though."

"Don't you dare, princess." Jason growls.

You giggle inside. That last line's merely you being a tease, but Jason's actually taking your bait. You're getting the reaction out of him.

"Then come and get me."

You walk away to the direction of you two's bedroom—where your bathroom is located, but not without sending him a sultry gaze.

That's how you end up like this.

Knees on the cold tiles on the bathroom floor, your pretty lips around his cock. His hand is on the back of your head holding your wavy raven black hair into a makeshift ponytail.

You try to suppress your gag reflex, sucking him as much as you can. He's not small or average by any means. His cock is hot and hard with considerable girth and length that's not a match for your small mouth.

But you manage to suck three fourths of him in. He hit the back of your throat. You can feel your tears on your waterline, sliding down your cheeks.

"That's it. Fuck. Just like that, princess."

He reaches with his other hand to caress your face and swipe your fallen tears.

You know he's about to cum when his breath is very labored.

You start to service him more eagerly, not trying to suck him as much as you can anymore but more about the speed and intensity of your sucking. His length that cannot fit inside your mouth is getting stroked with your hands, which you need both of them to accommodate his girth.

"Fuck. Fucking hell, princess."

He immediately removes his hand on your hair and his cock from inside your warm mouth.

You pout, confused, but then he holds you by your upper arms to get you up.

He spins you around, facing yourself with your bathtub. His hands push your back to bend down on the bathtub lip, your cute ass up. You can feel the heat of his length on your puffy pussy lips.

Jason doesn't even need to wet it anymore with your slick because you already did a great job with your lips and mouth. When you turn your head around, he holds his cock with his hand—his other's tight on your waist. He motions you to turn your head and not facing him.

Jason shoves his cock inside your cunt.

You gasp at the intrusion and the delicious stretch.

Jason groans behind you.

He plows you like there's no tomorrow, dragging you back and forth with his hand, making a rhythm with the thrust of his cock. His pelvis claps with your ass and the back of your thighs, his full and drawn tight balls hitting your clit.

You can only take it all like a good girl because his grip on your waist is strong, you don't even want to attempt to fuck yourself back on his cock.

"You feel so damn good, princess. So tight and sucking me crazy, fuck."

You moan at his praise.

He feels so damn good too. Too good in fact. His massive cock hitting all the right spots on the walls of your cunt. You feel like you're closer and closer to your orgasm, and he hasn't yet touched your clit with the rough pads of his fingers that's always finished you into the big O.

When he hits your G-Spot, you let out your whiniest mixture of moan and scream you've ever known.

"Right there, yeah, princess?"

You can only nod weakly.

Jason draps his weight on you, the front of his massive body with all of his strong and defined abdominal muscles glory against your back. His hands are on your tits, encompassing your entire—what he dubbed to you as—perfect sized tits under his palm, your peaked nipples in between his middle and ring fingers.

He fastens the pace of his fucking. It's now all rough and filthy. Your moan reverberates in the bathroom, his groan alongside it.

Before you know it, stars explode behind your eyelids. You can hear someone's scream, but you don't know whose. You feel like you're floating on the soft cloud that brings you up and up and up to the far skies. Everything is muted and static noise in your head.

It's few seconds later after the fog in your head has dissipated a bit that you realize that: 1) you've had your orgasm, 2) that scream was yours because you orgasmed—vaginal orgasm, without any stimulation on your clit, and 3) Jason's still fucking you amidst your high.

"That's so hot, princess."

Jason chuckles between his fucking. You feel a bit overstimulated but it's not something that you cannot handle. Especially after hearing the hitch on Jason's breath.

He's very very close.

You tighten your vaginal muscles voluntarily.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck. You're a minx, aren't you?" Jason chuckles tantalizingly.

You know he loves it, because the next second he roughly plows into the heat of your cunt. His arms strongly wrapped under your tits like his last lifeline that tethered him to you. "Take it. Take it all, princess."

You moan wantonly when he's coming inside of you. His warm thick cum paints your vaginal walls and it makes you feel dizzy. Your puffy tight cunt flutters around his girth, trying to keep it all inside.

Jason, slowly coming back from his high, is nuzzling your neck and peppering kisses on it and your jaw. He's still inside of you, looking at how he stuffs you to the brim and opens your puffy lips apart to reveal how tight you are gripping him.

"I think we should do this more often, don't you think, pretty girl? Also, we're not done yet."

mariea's note: i need him in my mouth so bad i had to write this ☹️

#i need him carnally #jason todd x reader #jason todd x female reader #jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd smut #jason todd fanfiction #mariea's fics #mariea's writing #mariea's works

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afewproblems · 8 months ago

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A little snippet of something new for y'all:

"You gonna order something or what?" Steve grumbles, ignoring the slight furrow of Eddie's brow.

He reaches for the metal scooper in the warm water bucket next to the till and taps it on the lip of the bucket, removing the excess milky water from the scoop. Steve wrinkles his nose as a few droplets hit the top of his knees.

God this job is gross.

Eddie follows Steve's path and steps towards the display case, laying both hands on the glass. He doesn't take his eyes off of Steve's, maintaining eye contact as he smiles wolfishly.

"Sample of rocky road if you please," Eddie says smoothly, tapping his ringed fingers against the glass, the surface of which Steve spent the better part of his morning cleaning fingerprints off before Robin left for her first fifteen.

Steve sighs and puts the metal scoop back before turning around to snatch one of the paper cups and blue sample spoons from the shelves behind him.

He bends down slightly to grab it from the bottom before standing back up and turning around just in time to see Munson flush pink and lower his gaze to the ice cream which…huh.

Steve looks around the food court curiously, trying to find whoever it was that would make Eddie Munson of all people blush like that.

The food court is dead for the most part, besides the people already working, and apparently Eddie, there's no one here.

Steve scoffs under his breath, leave it to Munson to play some kind of 'made-you-look' at their age.

"Do they train you guys to move at a glacial pace or is that some of the Harrington flare I've heard so much about?" Eddie sighs, his sneaker tapping against the tiled floor.

He's still smirking, and Steve wants to be annoyed by Eddie's jabs. If it were Tommy he'd have left the counter by now. For God's sake, it's nearly identical to something Carol would say but the venom is missing, the heat, leaving the words softer. More of a tease than a taunt.

Steve and Eddie hadn't really crossed paths much while he was still in school.

By the time Eddie had really begun to lean into his freakzoid persona Steve was already hanging from the bottom rung of the social ladder. Avoiding the metal-heads derisive gaze and Tommy's vitriol as best as he could, by mostly sticking with Nancy and Jonathan during that last year.

Honestly Steve hardly remembers speaking more than a word or two to Munson.

Steve jabs the little blue spoon into the tub of Rocky Road and scrapes the sides, careful to avoid any of the marshmallow pieces or nuts -what can he say, Steve is nothing if not a little petty.

He hands the sample to Eddie who takes one look at the dessert and laughs.

And not one of Carol's fake tinkling laughs or Tommy's sneering scoffs. This seems to catch Eddie off guard with surprise delight.

Steve can't stop his own small smile that pulls at his lips as Eddie takes a bite, still chuckling and shakes his head.

"You're a trip Harrington, I'll be back for the customer service," Eddie says, tapping his knuckles against the glass display as he turns on his heel and makes his way to the main part of the mall.

Steve shakes his head, still smiling slightly, marveling at the interaction.

He blames it on the boredom.

Yeah, that has to be it.

#steve harrington #eddie munson #something new ive been working on #ive been absent for a bit but i think im back at it again #stranger things season 3 au #stranger things #afewproblems writes #scoops troop

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drinkingcoffee-inthedark · 2 years ago

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getting comfortable

❗️🔞⚠️smut, minors dni⚠️🔞❗️

•azriel x reader•

word count: 2480

you entered the bedroom you shared with your mate at the house of wind in velaris, slamming the door being you. it was a particularly rough mission and rhysand was officially on your last nerve with his critiquing. how dare he complain about your field work, when he wasn’t there!? you defended his city while he sat on his ass cuddling baby nyx all day!

you practically growled with annoyance as you started stripping off your leathers, only aware of a presence in the bed when azriel sat up with a start. taking in his mussed hair and flushed cheeks, you concluded that’s you’d interrupted your mate’s nap. you winced slightly and met his sleepy hazel eyes.

“i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to wake you.”

azriel got up from his spot in the bed and stretched. you drank in the sight of his bare, chiseled, tattooed chest as he yawned.

“it’s okay, my love,” he rasped out in his deep, sleep laced voice. your eyes wandered down to the pajama pants slung low on his hips. his feet padded softly on the carpet as he made his way over to you and helped your out of your leathers. “are you alright?” he asked.

you sighed against his touch as he finished removing your clothes, “no,” you mumbled, “someone needs to kick your brother’s ass.” he chuckled quietly and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“which one?” he asked, amusement clear in his eyes. you looked at him pointedly.

“which one do you think,” you huffed out as he wrapped his arms around you. you completely melted into his touch and allowed your body to sag against his. you felt his muscled chest vibrate as he laughed softly.

“hmm, you can kick rhys’s ass later. for now, let me draw you a bath, love.” you sighed in relief at the thought and nodded against his shoulder.

you pulled back to look at his face and smiled at how handsome your mate was. his tanned skin and dark hair were gorgeous, his face sculpted by the gods. you soaked in the sight of the faelight dancing in his honey colored eyes. you couldn’t resist pressing a light kiss to his mouth and you smiled at him.

“that sounds heavenly,” you told him. he scooped you up off the floor and into his arms bridal style. you let him carry you into the bathroom, where he he seated you on the countertop.

azriel ran the bath water, nice and hot the way you liked, and added your favorite bubble bath and bath salts to the water. you watched him draw your bath, smiling at the sight of the feared illyrian warrior pouring bubble bath into the tub. the side of him that was reserved only for you. you got up off the counter and stepped onto the cool tile of the floor and removed your undergarments.

the shadowsinger shut off the water, the tub now full. he turned to look at you and quirked an eyebrow at your state of undress. he hummed appreciatively as he took in your bare flesh. you felt yourself flush slightly at the way he eyed your body.

“see something you like, az?” you teased.

he shook his head as he made his way over to you, “no. i see something i love,” and at that, you couldn’t stop yourself from closing the gap between you and kissing him softly.

he wrapped one arm around your waist and cupped your cheek with his other hand. you kissed deeply, reveling in the feeling of his soft lips on yours. you snaked your arm around his neck and ran your fingers through his sleep tousled hair, making him moan softly into your mouth. after exploring each other’s mouths for a few moments, he broke the kiss and pressed his forehead against yours. his thumb swept over your cheek slowly and he smiled at you.

the pure love in his eyes for you had your heart thumping loudly in your chest. you had half a mind to join the priestesses at their next service so you can thank thank the mother and the cauldron for gifting you azriel as your mate. his whisper pulled you from your thoughts.

“you should get in the bath now. the water will get cold,” he told you. you nodded and placed a soft kiss to the tip of his nose before pulling away.

“join me?” you asked him softly.

“of course,” he breathed, moving to take off his pajama pantry, leaving him completely naked in front of you. your eyes roamed his body, just as he had done to yours and your breath hitched slightly when you saw that he was already hard for you. the image had arousal pooling in your core. you silently promised to take care of the need coursing through your veins after you were clean,

azriel wordlessly stepped into the huge tub, large enough to accommodate his massive illyrian wings. you followed, allowing yourself you settle between his toned thighs, your back pressed against his front. you sighed contentedly as the warm water soothed your bones. you completely relaxed into azriel, his hands on your hips, rubbing small circles into your skin under the water.

after allowing you several minutes to relax into the water, azriel wordlessly picked up the loofah and soaped it up. he washed your body, staring with your arms, moving you your torso, then finally passing the loofah to you so you could wash your legs. he helped rinse the soap off your body. azriel would never admit it to anyone but you, but his favorite thing to do was to take care of you. he waited 500 years for his mate, and he wasn’t about to let that slip through his fingers. the spymaster took great pleasure in doting on you.

once the water had gone cold, you and your mate stepped out of the tub, allowing the water to drain. you let azriel dry your body off with a towel, then watched as he toweled himself off. he hung the towel over the edge of the tub, then led you back into the bedroom with his large hand on the small of your back. the two of you slipped into bed, and you nearly moaned at the feeling of the silk sheets against your bare skin. azriel pulled you into his strong arms and held you close, spooning you against his body. it was by far your favorite position to cuddle in, because it gave you such a wicked advantage.

you shifted your hips against his, smirking when you felt his hardness against your backside. she groaned quietly into your ear.

“not fair,” he breathed. you feigned innocence.

“what, i’m just trying to get comfortable,” you said coyly.

“sure you are,” and you didn’t even have to see his face to know he was rolling his eyes. he ran his fingers over your ribs, making you shiver. you bit your lip as his skilled fingers found their way up and up, finally landing on your breast. he circled your nipple slowly, making you squirm back against him.

he finally pinched your nipple between his thumb and index finger, making him smirk as you moaned quietly. he pinched again, before tugging lightly.

“az,” you moaned quietly.

“hmm? is there a problem, love? i’m just trying to get more comfortable,” he threw your words back at you, making you groan.

“that’s not funny.”

“i thought it was pretty funny,” he said, tweaking your other nipple for good measure. you gasped softy and rutted your hips back against him, making him moan at the contact. the feeling of his hardness behind you made your core ache with need. you rocked your hips back against him and he squeezed your breasts with his calloused hands.

his fingers trailed back down your ribs, down your stomach, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. “may i touch you?” he whispered against your ear.

you nodded and sucked in a breath when you felt his finger circling your clit. he rubbed the sensitive bud lazily, and peppered kisses along the back of your neck. you arched into his touch, wanting and needing more from him.

“please, az,” you breathed out.

“tell me what you need,” he demanded quietly, his lips brushing against the shell of your ear. the sensation sent shockwaves down your spine.

“I need you. inside me,” you told him.

“let me taste you first,” he said, “on top of me. sit on my face and let me treat you like a queen.” your breath hitched at his words and a white hot heat hit your lower stomach. you quickly sat up and positioned yourself above his face, not missing the hunger in his eyes. you balanced yourself on the balls of your feet, your legs straddling his head. you gripped the headboard in front of you for support.

azriel grabbed your hips and pulled your core down onto his mouth. your eyes rolled back in your head as his tongue ravaged your body. he loved tasting you like this, you on top of him, him completely at your mercy holding him down with your thighs. his talented tongue quickly found your clit and worked it expertly. you ground yourself down on his face, moaning his name loudly.

“fuck, just like that,” you encouraged him. you felt his tongue slip inside you and you almost lost your balance above him. he gripped your ass roughly, holding you in place. azriel ate you greedily like he’d been lost in the desert and you were his first meal in years. you squirmed in top of him, rutting your clit against his nose as you felt your release barreling towards you.

“gods, az, you’re gonna make me-” you couldn’t even finish the sentence because his tongue found your clit again and you came hard for him. your legs shook and you needed his hands to keep you upright. he helped guide you back down on the bed. you both panted heavily and you screwed your eyes shut, the force of your orgasm leaving you reeling.

you felt azriel’s hand cupping your face and you opened your eyes to meet his.

“you look so pretty when you come for me,” he said smirking. the look had another wave of arousal hitting you.

“well, you’ll get to see me come for you again, because i still want you inside me,” you told him.

“oh yeah?” he challenged.

“yeah. but i want to taste you too,” you said as you directed him to lay down on his back.

he followed your order, and you crawled down to kneel between his legs. your pupils were blown out wide with lust as you eyed his hard cock in front of you. it was no secret that azriel has the largest wingspan out of all of his brothers. he was thick and long, and the sight of him had you licking your lips.

gripping him in your hand, you dipped your head and placed a soft kiss to the tip. he looked down at you with half lidded eyes and moaned softly. you smirked slightly, loving the effect you had on him. you swirled your tongue around the head and moaned at the taste.

“mmm, i love your cock, az,” you smirked again at the groan that fell from his lips, “it’s so big and it tastes so good,” you moaned before taking him into your mouth. azriel was so large that you could only fit about half of him in your mouth, so you gripped your hand around the base. you bobbed your head and your hand in unison, loving the way azriel moaned for you. his hips bucked up, making you gag slightly. he gripped one hand in your hair and the other twisted around the sheets. he gritted his teeth and shut his eyes tightly. he was trying his best to resist the urge to slam his hips and fuck your face. you pulled away with a smirk and his flew open and he stared at you.

“you want to fuck my mouth, baby?” you taunted. he nodded vigorously.

“so do it. take what you need from me.”

and just like that your mouth was around him again. both of his hands were twisted in your hair, and he bucked his hips up, fucking your mouth. you moaned around him and tears sprung to your eyes as he hit the back of your throat.

“you look so good choking on my cock,” he said, “so beautiful with your mouth so full.” his words had you reaching down to rub your clit, desperately needing release.

azriel suddenly pulled you off of him and you looked up at him quizzically, with spit running down your mouth as you panted heavily. he could’ve come from the sight alone.

“i don’t want to come until i’m inside you,” he told you. you nodded in understanding, and crawled your way on top of him. you positioned your entrance over his cock and sank down slowly. each of you let out a moan of pleasure as he filled you.

you rocked your hips against his slowly, allowing yourself to adjust to his size. you felt so full with him inside you. after adjusting to the way he stretched you open, you began a brutal pace.

you slammed your hips into him, needing to feel him wreck you. he moaned loudly and bucked his hips up, meeting your hips with his own perfectly timed thrusts. the headboard slammed into the wall but neither of you paid it any attention. if anything, it only encouraged you. his eyes were glued to your breasts, watching them bounce in front of his face with every movement you made.

you rode azriel hard and fast, wanting to milk his cock, needing to feel him explode inside of you. you new your were getting close when he chanted your name over and over, and squeezed his eyes shut. he grabbed your hips roughly and slammed you down on him. you cried out as your own orgasm tore through you violently.

“oh, fuck, azriel!” you screamed for him and that sent him over the edge. he came deep inside you, filling you all the way up. you rocked your hips, working both of you through your orgasms. once you came to a complete stop, he opened his eyes and smiled at you.

“i love you,” he said. and you returned the sentiment, placing a soft kiss to his lips. you pulled yourself off of him and collapsed in the bed next to him. you groaned, suddenly annoyed.

“now i need another bath,” you grumbled. he laughed.

“i’ll get one started for you, my love,” he said, kissing your forehead before disappearing into the bathroom.

#azriel smut #azriel #azriel x reader #azriel x reader smut #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x female!reader #azriel spymaster #azriel acotar #acotar x reader #acotar fanfiction #acotar smut

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ruwriteshours · 1 year ago

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ROOM SERVICE 101 ☆⋆｡𖦹°‧★ KIM JUNGWOO

✦ pairing: kim jungwoo x fem! reader

✦ summary: You have had enough of the hellhole that is your workplace, opting to leave and book a hotel to get some nice relaxation. Little did you know, that you would soon find a different kind of comfort when your eyes are set on a handsome hotel worker...

✦ genre: smut, fluff, crack

✦ warning: straight up smut with no actual plot, reader is horny, sexual content (minors dni)

"He was all pissed after I cursed him out." You gloated, struggling to handle your luggage that were tripping on the stairs. "You should've seen his face when I threw the paperworks all over the floor before walking off."

Your friend, Ryujin, on the other line gushed in amusement, shocked that you were capable of finally standing up to your boss. Her words of encouragement only fueled in your happiness, all those pent-up frustations being released. Relentlessly working under the shitty company made you uptight, having had the workplace suck the life out of you.

It was then that you snapped when you had enough of their mistreatment, realising that you were getting paid half less than the new male employee, despite working extra hours.

To celebrate your freedom, you decided to plan a trip for yourself. Having booked a local hotel last minute and was thankfully able to slot an available room. Sure, it was a drastic plan but considering you couldn't even remember the last time you had gotten the light of day to enjoy some time alone after being buried in your work, you would say it is well-deserved.

"I'll call you back later. I'm checking in soon."

Ending the call after your goodbye's, you began making your way inside the building. The sliding door automatically open as you walked up to it. You were hit with the smell of sandalwoon, citrus scent. The luxurious marble tiled floor clicked against your heels as you head for the reception to collect your keycard.

"Excuse me, miss. Do you need some assistance?" A deep voice called beside you.

Turning around, you were greeted with a warm, dimpled smile. His brown eyes stared back at you with such warmth as his brown locks were neatly gelled up, his work uniform making him look as handsome as ever.

You had never been entranced by a man's beauty.

It seemed as if you had taken a little too long at answering him as he began calling out to you again, gently as ever. Waving his hand politely in front of your face as you were in awe with his presence, "Hello? Miss?"

"U-Uh yes! I do need help!" You eagerly replied, taking a step forward only to exaggerate your clumsiness as you purposely tripped over your baggage.

He was quick to catch you, hand gripping on you forearm while the other at your lower back, helping you maintain your balance.

"Are you alright, miss?"

You batted your eyelash, staring up at him with the most innocent look you could muster. Pushing yourself near him as your breast touched his chest, cleavage slightly expose as you thanked him. You could see him take a nervous gulp before uttering a 'no problem', hesitantly removing his hold on you as he made his way towards your baggage.

You smirked when you realised that he was easily flustered by your act, taking a mental note for next time. Following suit as he began pushing your luggage while carrying your bag in the other.

Like a gentleman, he pressed the elevator button and motioned for you to go in before he went in himself. You were glad that your room was at the highest floor, which gave you extra time to talk to the attractive worker.

"So, how long have you worked here?" You attempted at making a conversation.

He looked at you confused before awkwardly replying, "Um, a couple of months."

"Ah, so you're new here." You pushed on.

"Yes, miss." He said curtly.

"So what's your name, pretty boy?" You boldly asked, watching as his eyes widened for a fraction of a second before he cleared his throat.

"It's Jungwoo."

You were beginning to get frustated with his short responses, desperately wanting to see him crack. When there was a sudden bump in the elevator, you smiled secretly as you made a plan, intentionally bumping against him as you make him lose his balance. The hold on your bag became loose as he fell to the ground with you on top of him.

Your bodies were pressed against each other, it didn't help when you began to sit on top of him, basically straddling him.

"Oh gosh, I'm so sorry. I don't know why I'm so clumsy today." You said meekly, your hand coming up to touch his chest to push yourself up.

You could feel him tense under your touch, which was something that immediately went to his cock. He cursed silently when he realised he was having a boner, moving onto his side so that you weren't able to see.

"Are you hard, right now?"

Dang it!

"Uh- no, of course not!" He attempted to remain composed, bending down to pick up your stuff.

He was more fidgety, but before you could further execute your plan, the elavator door slide open. He was quick in fastening his steps, with you struggling to trail behind. As he made his way to your room, he waited patiently as you walked towards him. Sliding your keycard, a light ding was heard before you opened the door. He carried your belongings before placing them beside your bed.

Before he could walk out, you grabbed onto his hands, stopping him. You placed a tip on his opened hand before you begin to wander your fingers around his neck, his eyes shakily stared back at yours, holding himself back from doing something he might regret.

Pulling him down to your level, you whispered against his ear. "I'll see you around, Jungwoo."

He shivered at your sultry tone before you let go of your hold, bowing his head politely and taking his leave, embarassment flooding his face as he was left to fix his personal issue.

After that incident, he swore to himself that he would never see you again, embarassing himself was one thing but if you had tried to hit on him a moment too longer, he would've lose all his self-control. Unfortunately, he had underestimated your persistence.

Seeing you struggle to carry your shopping bags as you walked inside the building, he was tempted to pretend he didn't see your presence. However, the piercing look he received from his manager told him that he shouldn't take the risk. Offering his manager a brief nod as he made his towards you, mentally preparing himself.

Once your gaze was locked into his, he saw the same glimmering mischief under them, knowing exactly what was going on through your mind. You were like an open book, and that was exactly what you intended to come across. You wanted Jungwoo to take you, and you'd be damned if someone were to hold you back from doing so.

"Do you need help, miss." His customer voice spoke out, much to your dismay.

You could pout as you gave him a nod, rubbing your shoulders as if it was sore. "Yes, I'm getting kinda tired. Thank you, Jungwoo."

He gulped from the way you mentioned his name, your cheery voice echoed in his head, loving the way you spoke his name. Wishing he could hear it when you moan... wait, what?

Gently taking your stuff, the both of you made your way towards the elavator. Jungwoo's head was spinning, anxiously waiting for your next move. A part of him felt slightly weak on the knees, thinking about what he could do to you. However, throughout the elavator ride, you were silent, not initiating any conversation.

Jungwoo felt a sudden wave of disappointment, thinking that you weren't interested as you were before. Taking the step first, he uttered.

"You know," He began, which made you perked up, "I told you my name but I never knew yours."

"That's because you never ask." You teased.

"Well, I guess this is my way of asking you."

He didn't know how he got the sudden confidence from but he certainly wasn't complaining, loving the way you looked at him with a curled smile. Those lips that he so deeply wanted to savour... stop it!

He heard you utter your name, the words rolling off of your tongue sent shivers down his spine. He can't help but repeat it again, his voice turned into whispers, as if he was doing something scandalous.

You smirked, knowing that you had gotten him wrapped under your fingers.

Just then, the elevator dinged and soon it slide open. You walked away, with Jungwoo trailing behind. Light shuffling could be heard as your shopping bags clashed against each other, as you motioned for him to go inside your room.

Setting aside your bags on the bed, Jungwoo had carelessly toss the last bag onto the side, causing it to topple on the ground. Uttering a string of apologies, his words got cut off with a shocked expression, seeing the items that were dropped.

A certain purple-coloured toy that caught his eye.

Or rather, a dildo.

He quickly grabbed the items that were dropped and shoved it inside the paper bag, his eyes refusing to look at yours as he was once again, flooded with embarassment.

You, on the other hand, could only giggle in amusement, which was something that didn't went overheard by Jungwoo, whose face was beet red by now.

"Oh, relax." You waved off, "It's not something you haven't seen before."

Jungwoo paused and turned around to face you.

"Unless, you haven't watched porn, that is." You said, taking a step towards him, "Which I highly doubt."

He cleared his throat, wanting the tense atmosphere to go away. You gently caressed his shoulder, taking a step further as he was making no attempt to move away, trailing your hands down to his chest. You could hear him groan slightly at the contact. Lifting up on your toes, you leaned in towards him. Jungwoo, took that as a queue to hold onto your waist, gently stroking it up and down as his eyes bored into you with such lust. The both of you stared for what seemed like forever, part of Jungwoo's mind telling him to back away and apologise.

Though, he went for his other impulsive thought.

Fuck it!

Slamming his lips onto yours, a noise of suprise escaped your lips as you returned the same surging feeling. Teeth clashing as the sound of sloppy kisses echoed through the room. In no way were the both of you soft with the kiss, opting for a rather rough and sensual one. Moans were exchanged as the both of you fought for dominance, Jungwoo being the first to stick his thumb at your lower lip, causing you to open your mouth wide. Shoving his tongue as deep as he could, you were left in pure bliss as you let out a moan of pleasure, not caring how loud you could be.

Unfortunately, that made Jungwoo snapped back into reality as he reeled back in shock, removing himself from you. He felt his heart pang, guilty seeing your disappointed look but he needed to remind himself that you were a guest and what he did was unprofessional.

"I'm sorry." He said, uttering your name after. "I have to go." And with that, he ignored your calls as he walked away in shame.

"Dude, how'd you get so lucky?" Johnny's voice complained.

Currently on their break as the both of them sat comfortably at the back of the building, cigarettes in hand chatting away.

"I'm not! Do you know how hard it is for me to not embarass myself?" Jungwoo retaliated, punching the older for his comment.

"Oh, poor you." Johnny said sarcastically, "Do you know how often hot chicks would just throw themselves onto you." He fired back.

"Not that often, I guess." Jungwoo mumbled, scratching his head.

"Exactly! You need to take this opportunity to get laid." Johnny declared, a little too loudly that causes stares from a parent passing by, making them cover their child's ear.

"Dude!" Jungwoo shoved the older. "I'm so sorry about that."

The parents could only scoff at the two males before walking off.

"See, this is what I mean." He pointed towards the family, once they were out of sight. "We always get rude bitches as our guest. Don't you think it's a nice change for once?"

Jungwoo let Johnny's words sink inside his head carefully, and the more he thought about it, the more he realises how much his sexual desires are on the roof. You are one the most attractive people he has come across, and being so that you were openly flirting with him only made Jungwoo question your intentions.

Could you perhaps want to have sex with him?

His questions was soon left answered.

"Jungwoo, there's a guest in room 1902 in need of an extra towel. Could you deal with that?" His manager called him out, right after he was done with his break.

Usually, he would've been pissed if he was given a task right after but he had realised something the moment his manager uttered the room number. It was yours. He didn't know why he felt the sudden urge of excitement rushed through him, but he felt it regardless.

"Yes, sir."

With a towel wrapped neatly under his hands, he mentally prepared himself for the worst case scenario. Knocking lightly on the door, despite it being opened by the doorstopper. "Room service!"

His voice called out, uncertain laced in his tone, not entirely sure if was ready to face you.

"Come in!" Your voice muffled on the other side.

For a second, Jungwoo contemplated whether he should run away or dive head first to the situation. A part of his fantasies desperately wanted something to play out in his favour, while the other— slightly logical part of his brain told him to remain calm and just do his job.

With shaky breath, he twisted the knob and made his way in. Seeing you no where in sight, he heard the water running from the closed door of the bathroom. Once again, knocking against the bathroom door.

"You can come in!" Your voice said on the other said, water still running.

It was then that Jungwoo felt a break of sweat forming on his forehead, clammy hands reaching out to the door handle without saying a word.

There you were, completely bare, without a care of the world. Jungwoo eyes were almost buldged out of his socket, shocked evident in his face. You, on the other hand, walked towards him as if you weren't naked and wet from the shower. Striding with such confidence as you held your hand out expectantly.

Raising an eyebrow as you noticed that the taller male was making no attempt to hand you over the towel, his eyes shamelessly staring at your boobs, that were displayed out in the open. Clearing your throat loudly to gain the man's attention, he would only glanced towards your face, scanning your eyes.

You could tell he was in a dilemma, not knowing what to do. His poor brain was racking at the ridiculing situation. Deciding to tease him for a bit longer, you took a step forward and slowly inced your hand towards the towel. However, just as it slipped away from his hold, he grabbed it back harshly. The sudden force made you bump against him, he took that chance to wrapped his arms around your waist, finger gripping with such intensity that had you wincing. He didn't seem faze as his hungry gaze bored against your eyes, he licked his lips, a hint of uncertainty washed over him.

Sensing his neevousness, you decided to ease the male, opting to brush your hands against his arms. Smiling softly, that caused Jungwoo's heart to race even faster.

"You don't have to do this." Your voice whispered softly, "I know you don't want your job to be in jeopardy."

This was it.

This was the moment to determine what choice Jungwoo was going to make. You were giving him the option to back out. He could turn around and act like nothing had happened. It was safe to say that you were even willing to let it go.

But why was his heart making him stay?

He remembered Johnny's words replaying itself at the back of his mind.

You need to get laid.

And that is what he did.

"I have other things to worry about." He shook his head.

All of those built up tensions and the constant back and forth gets thrown out the damn window when he began chasing your lips. His hand cupping the back of your head as he pushed himself closer to your wet body, getting his clothes damped in the process.

But he didn't care.

Not when you let out the most alluding moan he has ever heard, only encouraging him to walk you back towards the shower.

Hastily removing his clothing piece by piece, with the help of your wandering hands. It was clear that the both of you were in need of a good fuck. You smiled in victory, finally achieving goal.

Once he was bare and naked as well, you began running your hands up and down his tone abs, leaving marks down his neck to his collarbone. The male shivered under your touch, groaning when you found his sensitive spot, you gripped his hair harshly, tugging his locks. The water under your heads, only made everything more erotic.

"A—Ah! Just like that! It feels so good!"

He began to moan, not caring how vulnerable he looked. Once you were done sucking his luscious skin, you began to notice the bruise it had formed, proudly admiring your work.

Gasping in suprise when his hands wrapped around your throat roughly, his gripped tightened when he saw the way your legs clenched together at his actions. Positioning his things in the middle of your private area, he forced it opened. The contact of his contracting muscles on your core made you whimper, the sound driving Jungwoo's cock to rise up, his mind going haywire.

"Jungwoo, please. More, please!" Your voice begged, clutching onto his shoulder as your nails dugged under his skin.

"Ride my thighs first."

And that you did, bouncing yourself under his thighs as you let a string of moans escaped your mouth, his name escaping your lips like a mantra. The male could only guide you through your orgasm, letting you finish.

You shook under his touch, your orgasm nearing as you smashed your lips against his, spit swapping in the process as drool began dripping down your throat.

"I'm close— ah!" You pulled away, the familiar sense of euphoria came through.

Slumping yourself slightly, you looked into his eyes. "More, please!"

He chuckled, "You greedy whore. I haven't gotten to cum yet and here you are, wanting more."

"Let me suck your cock then."

"You have such a dirty mouth." Sticking his digits inside your mouth, watching the way you suck on it made him groan. "Go on, suck it."

Pulling you down by the shoulder as you obliged, knees falling as you stared at his hardening boner. Red and thick. Your mouth watered at the sight.

Opening your mouth wide, you began taking him in. He moaned at the filling of your mouth licking and sucking his cock, your hand stroking what you couldn't fit as your other hand massaged his balls. He leaned his hand on the wall, letting you do the work.

His eyes closed shut as he let out shaky breaths, his other hand coming up to grip on your hair. His hips snapped forwards, causing you to choke, too big for you to take. Blubbering mess you were, Jungwoo couldn't care less as he began to thrust himself onto your mouth.

"Yes! That's it, take my cum!"

String of white substance, obediently swallowing it. Stucking your tongue out as you showed Jungwoo, he scoffed playfully. Pulling you up and turning off the shower tap as he lead you to the bedroom.

It was then that you were tossed onto the bed, his body hovering over you. Kisses trailing down to your breast, he began sucking on your nipples. Your hand was about to grip onto his hair but he slammed it down, his hands trapping yours, preventing you from touching. He continued his ministration, teeth biting slightly on your hardening buds that had you squirming.

He began lowering himself further and soon, you felt him place wet kisses down your inner thigh. His eyes locked onto yours as he began to move towards your glistening cunt, sloppy kisses being placed on your pussy. He stuffed his face deeper, nose nudging your opening as he stuck two of his long slender finger inside, finding your sweet spot.

"Ah! Jungwoo, I can't take it!"

Pushing his head away, he only groaned at your actions, pushing his face closer to your sensitive spot, tongue slurping itself on your g-spot. Your legs began thrashing but was stopped when his hands slammed it open and wide, he continued to eat you out like a starved man.

Soon, you began to release, moaning his name aloud. He removed himself completely, and just when you thought you had finished, you heard a light buzz. Opening your tired eyes, you widened when you realised he was holding out the purple dildo you recently bought. With a cocky smile, he waved it around you mockingly.

"I wonder what you looked like when you used this."

Without warning, he began shoving the toy up your pussy, your cunt swallowing it with such ease.

"I—I can't take it anymore, I'm gonna come!"

But he didn't, in fact, he sped up the toy, causing it to vibrate faster under your tight hole. Only when you felt your next release, you felt the material being removed from you.

Letting out a whine at the lose of contact, you were shocked when he replaced it with his own hardening cock. Letting it slide against your tight hole, clenching around him immediately. You began wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him closer as your hips arched forward.

"That feels good! Do that again!" He demanded, hand pulling your hips as he held it tighter.

Thrusting with such strenth, the bed bounced at the impact. The squeaking sound echoed through the room, but it was no louder compared to the moans the both of you let out, making out messily under the covers. Wet, sloppy sounds followed after and soon the both of you felt your orgasm nearing.

"I'm close!"

"M—Me too!"

And with that, the sense of pure bliss overcame the both of you, lying down beside you with a pant. The both of you let out a laugh, having had the pent-up desires finally fulfilled, gazing with such admiration. You realised how much your heart began to accelerate when you watched Jungwoo cleaned you up, his hands holding a towel as he gently wiped away the excess cum that dripped out. You couldn't help but cup his face to offer him a much passionate kiss, rather than the messy and rough ones that the both of you did before. He returned the kiss with just as much intensity, hands gripping you waist.

Before the both of you could take the moment further again, Jungwoo heard his phone dinged, indicating a message.

Johnny: 'Yo dude, our manager was looking for you.'

Johnny: 'You're lucky I saved your ass!'

Jonnhy: 'Get dressed and get back down here. Now.'

He chuckled at the text before replying, telling the older that he would be down soon, heading to the bathroom to collect his uniform and getting ready.

"Aw, you're leaving me already." You pouted, hands holding onto his neck as you pulled him down under the soft duvet covers.

He laughed at your neediness before placing a peck on your forehead, "I have to! We'll meet later on my next break."

"You promise you'll come?" You asked, your eyes staring back at him with such innocence that Jungwoo was in disbelief at how you managed to look at him like the both of you didn't just fuck a minute ago.

"Of course, baby." He cooed, which made you giggle.

"Well, in that case. Here's my number." You reached over the desk and handed him a piece of paper.

He stared at the small piece of note, smilling softly as you ushered him out. Giving him a flying kiss as you shut the door closed.

Jungwoo found himself smiling.

Call me ;)

You, on the other hand, felt more better than ever. Having had the shitty job left your mind completely, your mind could only think about the cute hotel worker you just banged, a part of you hoping it could lead to something more...

"Dude, is that a hickey?!" Johnny's voiced called out in shock.

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hometoursandotherstuff · 1 year ago

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Finally, a colorful New Orleans, Louisiana home. Built in 1853, 2bds, 2ba, no crazy renovations, and $598K. Already has an offer pending.

The only thing they did was paint the woodwork white, but it's original. The hall and stairs are untouched and painted a lively turquoise.

Loving the sunny yellow living room, original fireplace and how the doors open to the porch.

A large opening with pocket doors opens to this sizeable room with another original exposed brick fireplace.

Next is a dining room. Would have liked if they didn't paint the wood trim blue and black, but the room opens to a porch and the kitchen with a service window.

Liking the simple vintage kitchen redo. The subway tile with darker grout gives it a bit of an industrial look, the vintage sink & stove are perfect, and the attractive exhaust hood is a focal point.

On the 2nd floor there's a very large landing and hallway, plus a trap door to the attic in the ceiling.

Check out the vintage bath. I would redo the colors, but the built-ins are wonderful, and look at the double doors to the terrace.

Spacious primary bedroom with a fireplace and terrace.

Next to the primary is the other bedroom, which is also spacious, has double doors to the terrace, plus a little door to a secret room. How cool is that?

Spacious, airy hall.

The 2nd fl. terrace is wonderful.

But, look at the larger one in the back. And, they made the coolest bar out of old balusters.

Love this. Note the 2nd bath on the right, plus laundry.

Not the tile I would've chose, b/c it looks jail cell-like, but okay.

Beautiful big porch on the back, but the yard needs work, like the removal of this old cement patio. But, it will be lovely when it's redone.

#NOLA homes #NOLA architecture #old house dreams #houses #house tours #home tour

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countrymusiclover · 8 months ago

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8 - One Friend to Another

Part 9

Dr. Redheaded Neighbor

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The ambulance doors flung opened when we pulled up to the emergency entrance. Raegan was taken out on the bed through the double sliding automatic doors into the ED. I hopped out the back of the vehicle carrying Maxon still in my arms. “Female, late 20’s, has some burns on her forearms and injuries to her stomach.”

“You’re going to be okay, Raegan.” I reassured her even though I wasn’t sure if she could hear me as some nurses came over to us.

A nurse touched my arm asking me as I walked beside my friends rolling bed. “Ms, are you hurt anywhere. Does anything hurt?”

“Uh no. I’m fine, just make sure she’s okay.” I told her before I heard shoes squeaking on the tile floor of the ED and I saw that it was Will who nearly slid into the nearest wall coming up to me in a frantic manner.

“Mallory! What happened. Are you okay. Is Maxon injured?”

I did the best I could to reassure him knowing he would go into full doctor mode regardless of the things that I said to him. “I’m fine. We just got caught in an explosion at Raegan’s building. Maxon just needs rest and fluid. Raegan is the one who needs your help right now.”

“I’ll do my best. Let’s get her to trauma four.” Will called the nurses attention and she wheeled my friend into the room lifting her onto the bed so he could examine her. He removed his stethoscope from around his neck seeing me standing in the corner still holding my loyal dog in my arms. “I can have April call the nearest vet office and check him out.”

“I’m not leaving her here by herself.” I replied back rather quickly.

Will slightly turned his body to face me. “I’m just saying that you should clear your head. I’ll keep you updated but you standing here every second. It - isn’t going to be good for you.”

“Do you pinky promise to keep me updated?” I asked him shifting Maxon to lay mostly on one arm, holding up my right pinky finger.

Will takes a step towards me looping his pinky with mine. “I promise, Mal.” Nodding my head I carried my dog out to the waiting room calling an Uber to take us to the nearest vet office. Climbing in the backseat of the car I let my mind wander back to the night Will and I had made the pinky promise pact between each other.

It was basically mine and Maxon’s last night living across from Will for a while since we were supposed to be flown out to the base in the next two days. I had already gave the landlord money to keep my apartment locked up until the time we came back – of course though I knew there was a chance we might not come back too. Anyway, Will had decided that we should watch a movie and order in some pizza for the evening. “Let’s state it for the record now that you are not allowed to pick the next movie when I come back from my service.”

“How was I supposed to know that the movie would be horrible. My brother Jay said it was good.” Will ran a hand down his face taking a drink from his beer.

I pointed my beer bottle towards him. “Right there is your problem. You shouldn’t have listened to him.”

“Well, I’m sorry. I’ll be sure to tell him that the next time I see him.”

I sat my beer bottle down on the coffee table in front of us. “Okay then I really need to meet your brother whenever that day comes.”

“I’ll do my best to remember that , Mal.” He nodded in agreement.

Maxon was chewing on some pizza crust we had given him since I didn’t really it unless it had cheese stuffed inside of it. “We should make a promise type deal. That if someone says the code words then you are ultimately agreeing that they will follow whatever said promise was made.” I reached for another piece of pizza, taking a bite out of it.

“So, like a vow or serious pinky promise.” Will glanced in my direction picking up on what I was suggesting.

Nodding my head yes, I talked with some pizza in my mouth. “Exactly. So, if you told me I had to meet your brother one day then- “

“Please stop talking with your mouth full. I can’t stand it.” He chuckled flashing his dimples at me and holding his hands up in his surrender. “But yes that sounds like a good idea. Let’s do a pinky promise situation okay.”

I hold out my right pinky finger to him with a smile on my lips. “Just say the arrangement, Will.”

“Eventually you have to meet my brother Jay.” He held up his pinky and I looped mine with his own.

“It’s a deal, Halstead.” From that night we hadn’t broken that agreement between us and I doubt we ever would until the day one of us died.

Exiting the vet building I walked Maxon out on a leash that they had given me. The nurse had given him fluids and he had only slept for about five hours. I had another Uber drive me to the hospital to check on my friend since Will hadn’t texted me off any changes. Heading inside the building I waited in the lobby after telling a nurse named Maggie to see if Halstead was available to talk for a quick second. “Mallory. Hey, how did everything go with Maxon?” Will came out into the lobby.

“Why don’t you see for yourself.” I grinned opening my legs before my dog ran through them straight into Will’s embrace.

A huge boyish grin became plastered over his face. “Hey, hey, Max. Dang you sure are a tough dog aren’t you. Yeah, that’s my boy.” He threaded his fingers into his fur receiving some licks from Maxon.

I leaned back in the chair I was sitting in. “Army has to make their soldiers and K-9’s have to all be the same level of toughness.”

“Yeah that’s true. I’m just glad he’s okay.”

I finally asked the question that was spinning inside my head. “How’s Raegan?”

“She’s stable. Dr. Rhodes was able to stop the piece of metal that was inside of her chest from getting to her heart. Give her a couple of days and she should be out of here pretty soon.” He informed me seeing the lobby automatic doors slide opened with a blonde in a Chicago fire department jacket on her. “Do you know that women, Mal?”

Glancing in the direction he was looking I could somewhat recognize her from the explosion incident. “I think I might. I don’t know why she’s here though.”

“You’re Mallory Easton and Will Halstead aren’t you?” She strides up to us, putting a hand on her hip.

Will rises to his feet with Maxon standing by his shoes. “Yeah. Are we in trouble of some kind, Ms – uh.”

“Sylvie Brett.” She introduced herself.

Will dropped his hands down at his sides unsure of how to respond to her. “Nice to meet you I think.”

“Uh Sylvie, what exactly are you doing here?” I pushed my body up from the chair walking up until I was standing a few steps in front of her.

She focused her gaze between my best friend and me before she finally answered my question. “Mallory, I’d like to talk to you about something. Privately if you have the time now.”

“Yeah, sure.” I replied following her out towards the double doors where I glanced over my shoulder not sure what she wanted to talk with me about.

Maxon made a noise looking up at Will with a tilt of his head. “What do you think that conversation is gonna be about, Max.” Will just sat down with him laying at his feet simply wanting to wait until she got back.

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12raben · 3 months ago

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I might have found a workaround for my "sidewalk problem".

I wanted some places of my neigborhood to have sidewalks. But I did not want to add them as a neighborhood decoration. TS2 does not displays floors on the street tiles in neighborhood view.

Even if using criquettes road transparancy fix the lotimposter of the street will be empty. If only there was an option to display street tiles the same way as lot tiles.....

Well there is... sort of.

If you use Lotadjuster, there is an advanced option to "add and remove roads".

By removing the only street the lot has, it produces this:

I made a quick replacement for this experiment. The purple line is the road. ( + criquette transparancy fix) As you can see the floor tiles show up and are "under the street". So you can adjust the road and sidewalk to your liking. As long as you don't move the car portals (where carpool and service vehicles show up) they'll be working fine. The sim is also able to leave on foot. One might consider this a feature as well: You'll be able to build "in the street".

Downsides to this method:

You can't place lots on the opposite site of the street. As far as the game is concerned, there is a lot in the way and you can't place lots on each other.

You can't move the lot. There is no road on that lot, so the game let's you pick up the lot, but you can't place it down.

Floor tiles won't be very detailed.

If you do not plan on moving lots much, this might be the best option. But maybe I'll find another solution...

#sims 2 #sims #ts2 #sims 2 lotadjuster #lotadjuster #lotimposter

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soapoet · 1 year ago

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PJO pick-a-card reading

Nico di Angelo; Your shadow side

Soapy scribbles: As the title may suggest, this reading is a little dark and full of terrors. Be mindful of this before you read, and judge for yourself whether or not now is a good time to explore the dark. You can always come back later, or never, so fret not if you need to run away and hide. Take good care of yourself, ok? ♡

01.

Shufflemancy: Triggered by SkyDxddy

Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde, do you feel like Atlas holding the world upon your shoulders to keep your near and dear safe and sound, whilst toying with the thought of dropping those burdens and crushing them like ants, berating them for taking you for granted? The mental load you take on leaves you feeling so capable, yet frustrated with all who by comparison appear foolish and incompetent. You think highly of yourself, but like a flick of a switch you crumble on the shower floor crying for mercy, sending prayers down the drain because yours is a life of the ivory tower and the free fall from it, repeated like a cruel joke stuck in an inescapable loop. He loves me, he loves me not, except you count petals of your own self-worth. You're a genius, you're an idiot. Gorgeous and sweet, vile and grotesque.

You're opinionated, well-read, and seemingly surrounded by imbeciles, yet a silver tongue so easily gets tied as you fear mistakes. Trauma has left you paranoid. Do you fear retaliation? The avalanche triggered by a little hiccup, which buries you, encasing your mistake forevermore, so that shame is to you what the smile is to Mona Lisa and the whole world may gawk and point and laugh and dissect and analyse and theorise centuries from now about how you, a fool, screwed up once and that once was enough to destroy the perception of you which you so carefully tried to protect.

Houdini, you vanish like ashes to the wind, yet crave to be seen and heard and felt and touched. Rejection frightens you, so you perfect the art of care and service. Who could reject a helping hand? What then, when it is never reciprocal, nobody texts you first, unless of course they need something from you? Then you writhe as the anger in your veins burn. Your surface calm hides riptides threatening to grab and pull traitors out to sea to drown. Unable to express your darkest feelings, you've made a name for yourself for your serenity, yet beneath the surface you have been screaming your whole life. Would it kill them to ask you how you are and make space to truly receive the honest answer? You feel like an imposter, a charming attendee at a masquerade who's on a wanted poster for the crimes you commit inside your head at the slightest inconvenience.

02.

Shufflemancy: (S)aint by Marilyn Manson

Everything is perfect, and what isn't must be made so. You do not take shortcuts, you do not round up or down. Like a surgeon your precision is immaculate, but the scalpel cuts deep and swift and you are full of marks of real and imagined flaws and failures you tried to surgically remove. Impossible are the only standards that you know. Enough is not a word in any language that you speak. There is always something you could have done better. As though you were born into a fixer-upper, you became an architect, drawing up careful plans of grandure, which you construct from the rubble. Yet every tile eventually cracks, the paint chips and the hardwoodwood scuffs, so you tear everything back down to ruins and begin anew. You are forever under construction, and always on a tight schedule and low on resources, and never in a million years could you hire a lending hand. Because only you dance with perfection, only you know its touch, and nobody else should get their grubby little hands on fragile things that they'll just break.

You wish so earnestly to be seen. To shine beautifully and be admired by all, but in your paralysing fear of judgement you hide away. To perfect your reflection, your craft, to stride forth with books atop your head with enviable grace. One day you'll show 'em, you say, though you know that you're both the captive of the tower and the beast that guards it. You tell yourself you must earn your keep in the kingdom, unable to rest because the list of things to do is never-ending and replenishes like clockwork, a task done only invites another.

Yet from this tower you gaze upon the crowds, green with envy for their ability to let life happen without white-knuckling the reins. To swim with the current, not against it. And those lucky few, to whom things, a struggle to you, comes with such ease? You could burn them at the stake, and perhaps have in your mind, but this fleeting image invisiblen to all, as through gritted teeth and throbbing jaw and knotted neck, all illusioned into a bright, proud smile, you're the first to stand and give ovation for the achievements of others. Then you slip away from their awfully bright light, into the shadows to scream and cry and punish yourself for not fitting into their shoes. And when they stumble and fall? From the shadows nobody can see your Chesire grin of malice. Which, of course, only adds yet another flaw, another crack in need of mending. Because oh, to be free of this never-ending waltz with self-loathing and misplaced blame, and be whole and happy within yourself and uplift others without walking barefoot on glass doing so.

03.

Shufflemancy: Nobody praying for me by Seether

Peter Pan, won't you grow up? You scrunch your nose and grimace at the very thought. You're capable and incapable baked into a concoction of leftovers at the month's end. Tired and done with the judgement of those you, dripping with sarcasm, call better folks. The naysayers nagging and sticking their noses into businesses none of theirs. Yet at the same time you feel lost and without direction. A free bird in flight, soaring across glimmering seas, with no place to land. Inertia, both an enemy and a lover, lulls you so easily into breadcrumb trails full of wonderful distractions. Only to then strike down the facade of the snow globe dreamscape as it falls and shatters on the floor, leaving you to pick up the pieces and cut your hands on the shards.

Mountains of unfinished projects and tasks lay before you, and no beaten path or compass exists for you to rely on. Alarms and memos blaring, screaming your name and calling you a failure with every ring. Everything done last minute or not at all. Feeling helpless and dependent on others for assistance as the world comes crumbling down seemingly weekly. You point to people, circumstances, the planets and the stars, looking for a scapegoat as you flee from guilt and shame in this horrid cycle you feel unable to escape. To admit you could have had more forethought would be to allow the world to place the dunce hat on your head. To never again be taken seriously. You look away, you run, from the consequences of your own actions and inactions. Hiding under a blanket like a child, certain no monster can see you if you can't see them.

The fear of missing out lurking in your peripheral like a predator waiting for its chance to pounce the second you feel as though your peers are so far ahead of you as you run the race of life with your laces tied together like a cruel joke. What did you do so differently to not deserve guidance, where is your coach, your safety network? You're standing outside in the cold winter watching families in their warm dining rooms making merry, wondering if they'd spare you a slice of bread if you knocked on the door. But the discomfort of cold knuckles against cold hard wood or fingers on a frozen knocker keeps you walking, talking to the streetlights who'd never judge you. Your constant need to justify yourself, explain every word you said which seemingly always fails to land on the tarmac. Every project takes flight but crash lands, and the whole world seems to gather to investigate and scrutinise your pilot error. And you're angry, so frustrated you could cry and wish only to raise your voice, scream in the face of judgement and close their airways. Tell them it isn't fair, that they're all lucky and have no idea what it's like to live life on hardmode, to be ridiculed and reduced to the butt of a joke, forced to serve as the archetypal fool and assumed you'll never amount to anything. Yet you fear your own shadow, certain it could overpower you because it sees what nobody else sees and knows the truth of your neglect and envy and endless chase of the highs at the cost of your desires which need the care and attention you can't give them.

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