#i cant believe youve done this /s

[strawberrymatchawhore]

7

exbf!jungkook x exgf!reader

“you wrap around me and you give me life… and that's why night after night i'll be lovin' you right”

summary- after seven long years of the breakup between you and jungkook, he randomly decides to show up and tries to prove that hes really a changed man.

warning/s- DUBCON. rough sex under the influence (both sides), hesitant y/n, choking, fingering, messy sex, lovebomb/confession, nutting inside (a/n also sorry for not posting for a while n this was kinda rushed soo i do apologize in advance LMAOOO)

you loudly groaned and smacked your hand around the couch to look for your phone, who the hell calls at this hour ? you took a hit of the joint youve been smoking for the past few minutes and then clicked the answer button.

“hello ??” you lazily say and roll your eyes and take another hit.

spam callers are so fucking annoying.

“y/n…” the voice says, it was deep and husky… even almost sounding like..

“huh ?!!! jungkook ??” the call abruptly ends until a loud knock can be heard from your front door. you get up confused and take a peak through the window and see your ex boyfriend leaning against the porch chair.

fuck what now

you open the door and take a second to figure out what to say.

“what are you doing here ?” you said in a monotone voice, trying to hide your interest as to why he decided to show up after so long.

“i need to talk to you y/n.. please.” he slurs gently pushing you aside to go inside your house, the smell of alcohol and expensive cologne accumulating from his body.

“jungkook..” you tried slowing his pace down and pushing his chest but he wouldnt budge.

“jungkook !! you cant just randomly show up to my house like this and expect me to welcome you with open arms !!” you dragged him to the couch and made him sit down you stood in front of him and examined his state.

“y/n you smoke now ?” he picked up the joint and tossed it back down.

“yeah that doesnt matter right now, why are you here ?”

“look.. i just wanted to say.. i just wanted to say that im sorry for everything that ive done to you in the past. i know words cant fix the damage ive done but after all this time i never forgot about you and i realized all of my faults.. i really really have changed for the better, and i hope you can let me back into your life again y/n.” he slurred, it was almost funny how desperate he sounded. like the roles of the past were now reversed.

you tilted your head, jungkook was never one to own up to his mistakes or even apologize. the sinking feeling in your stomach rises when he briefly mentions the past. but even drunk, maybe he really has changed. it has been 7 years. you stood in silence as jungkook made himself at home on your couch.

“look jungkook, its been a while im gonna have to think about it. and youre drunk, just lay there and i’ll get you some water. you can spend the night.” you softly said, damn it. he was good.

he nodded in response and you went to the kitchen to get water and meds, this also gave you time to collect your thoughts. you said you would think about forgiving him but could you really believe that he’s changed after the relationship you were in with him all those years ago ?

you put the stuff for him on the coffee table and sit down near him, trying to keep a distance. closing your eyes and opening slowly feeling the high more. you look over to jungkook and laugh. this didnt feel real at all.

he then sits up and scoots closer to you, leaning his body onto yours. his mouth was now near your ear and you could feel his hands gently massage your waist. he pulls you to his lap and you let out a low gasp from the sudden movement.

“jungkook. we really shouldnt be doing this…” you say using his thighs to try to get up. the grip he has on your waist tightens, almost bruising even. you wince and move around his lap more to try to get free.

“what do you mean ?” he lowly says he keeps one hand on your waist and massages it his other hand makes it way up to your neck and squeezes.

“you’re basically grinding on me.” he chuckled, you could feel his bulge pressing against you. you whine and dont respond. only the music playing from your tv could be heard. what situation did you just get yourself into ? he lets go and his hand slides down to your pj shorts touching the wet spot on your panties.

“s-stop.” you moan, sounding extremely unconvincing. the both of you knew that you were just saying bullshit, your legs basically open wider for him to continue further. his pushed your panties to the side and gently rubs your clit, and teases it before dipping a finger into your pussy.

“you sure you want me to stop ?” he adds another finger and speeds up, his palm stimulating your clit. you moan and grab his hand.

“…your pussy is just so fucking wet.” jungkook whispered in your ear. you know you shouldnt be enjoying this but you honestly missed him and wanted more. not that you would admit it. even though he most definitely knows by now.

“fu- all f’ you.” you mewl biting your lip, it felt too good.

“yeah all f’ me ? does it feel good baby ?” he teases nibbling your ear. you moan incoherent words and close your eyes.

“course it does just listen to how youre taking my fingers.” you could hear the wet slick sounds of his long skinny fingers going in and out of your pussy. his rings adding more to the package. you could feel yourself about to cum and jungkook slows down.

“you gonna cum ?” you whine and nod yes grinding on his hands to try to get back the lost stimulation. he removes his fingers from you and roughly shoved them into your mouth, you automatically suck and swirl you tongue them licking them clean of your juices. seems like you still have some muscle memory.

he guides you off his lap and maneuvers you face down ass up. giving him a full view of your ass, he gives a few hard smacks before you feel him move his tip up and down your pussy. already antsy and wanting more, you try to reach back and put it in yourself but he grabs your arms and pins them to your back, forcing you to arch it even more.

“uh uh youre not allowed to touch, just lay there and be a pretty little thing for me.” he says before pushing his dick inside of you. your mouth opens into a silent o and you push your hip against his.

“ah-h feels so good kookie.” jungkook leans forwards and uses your arms to thrust faster and harder. your ass bounces from the force.

“fucking missed this pussy.. missed you. ah- fuc-” he breathily whimpers, your moans synching with his.

“youre the only one that makes me feel like im enough and i- fuckkk- im sorry.. oh my- god.” he rambles and moans completely pussydrunk, your cream forming rings at the base of his cock. disappearing and reappearing with his thrusts. he lets go of you and rest his hands on your hips, guiding them towards his big cock.

“you got nothing to say y/n ?” he mocks knowing that youre fucked out, your head rests on the couch cushion and drool covers your chin. you could only moan in response, tears filled your eyes as you felt yourself about to cum.

“no-gonna cum ahh!” your eyes squeeze shut and you grip the couch, your body starts to shake and you expect jungkook to slow down. but no, this man is evil. in fact he speeds up and fucks you through your orgasm.

“jungkook.. jungkook thats too much !!” you whine and reach back to push on his abs. but he chuckles and grabs your arms again. lifting you up against his chest with one arm. the other wipes your tears and rests against your neck.

“gonna fill you up nice n deep.. wanna see that shit leaking from your tight pussy.” he squeezes your neck, if his arms werent holding you up. youd fall right down, the pleasure he was giving you was intense. he was fucking you stupid.

“fuck jungkook, please cum inside please please.” you could feel your second orgasm come when jungkooks first arrives with it. his thrusts gets sloppy but he tried keeping his pace. you were met with a warm sticky feeling inside you when jungkook gently lets you go.

“so pretty all filled up with my cum baby.” he coos and drags his leaking cum back inside you with his fingers. you whined from the overstimulation and he laughed in response. making sure all of it went back inside you, he leans next to your figure and brings you into the little spoon position.

“i love you so much y/n i promise to never hurt you again.” he kisses the top of your head and cuddles into you tighter. you dont respond and just lay back feeling your high come down. this was gonna be a long and hard night of thinking, who the fuck did you let back into your life ?

[mbat]

i kinda love and hate something about the new expansion, and its anduins story

disclaimer that my knowledge of world of warcraft in general is very... tangled. like, if youve ever pulled out a bunch of necklaces and theyre tangled together and youre like 'what the fuck how do i even fix this'. thats my knowledge of world of warcraft. ive learned everything out of order and theres a lot i dont even know yet blah blah

but anyway

what i understand is that during shadowlands, anduin basically got ?posessed? and was forced to be fully aware as he watched his own body do horrible things that couldnt be undone, and that part of him enjoyed it.

and then it ended and he was so fucked up by that (rightfully) that he went and hid from the world for a while, isolating himself and only furthering these horrible feelings because he couldnt find a way to not feel horrible about what happened

and then hes found and told that hes needed again, but hes still beating himself up

and the worst part is, he cant find it in himself to reconnect with this thing thats important to him, the light, because he thinks hes unworthy. the light is seen as such a good thing in this world, and he thinks himself no longer good. (i could say how this feels weirdly christian but that is NOT the point here)

he goes on this journey anyway, how could he not? their world is in trouble.

and in this journey, they find a land hiding away thats pretty much made to help him LMAO. theres a few things, but mostly... theres the light. a gem rock star thingy of some kind as bright as the sun sticking out of the ceiling of an underground world, and it is the light. the light he feels he lost

and he meets someone whos so devoted to it, so hopeful despite everything thats happened to her, and she sees in him what he thinks he doesnt have for anyone to see

she lets him know that the light is still there, he still has it, he will be okay. he doesnt believe it, but he starts to

its through this journey that he learns that what happened doesnt define who he is, not forever, not even now, and he finds the light again

especially in such a pivotal moment where he does something thats the opposite of what he was forced to do before

where he was forced to hurt and kill people

he finds his ability to heal again, and revives someone

and i guess i said i love it and hate it because like... i hate that this isnt in a form i can easily re-consume like a book or a show or a movie, or even a linear video game. and once i go through it on a character, i cant do it again unless its on another character, and i only have so many high level characters. i could probably just watch videos or something about it but idk it just doesnt work the same

i also hate that i know im not gonna find many people talking about it, at least, not even in the way i want

but what i love is that this type of story was done at all. i feel like its underdone, where a character, especially a character whos 'the good one', does something(s) thats horrible, maybe even 'unforgivable' depending who you ask, and they have to deal with realizing that it doesnt define them, and they can still be good, still be worth loving and having a good life. learning to forgive themself.

i feel like its a story that a lot of people need to hear, even if they dont even realize it. i know ive done things in the past i still feel like i will never make up for, and i still dont know how to feel about it all.

i think its actually wild that something like world of warcraft did it at all, and honestly, i think they did it well. i guess i cant speak much on the shadowlands part of it because i have yet to see all of that, only really the cutscenes and cinematics, but ive seen the war within part of it.

and idk i feel like i have so much to say but i cant think of more, but i really enjoyed it.

[zaidthefeederist]

Giving in to gluttony : A fit to fat story (part 1)

We were both at the gym after work just like most days. This is where we first met. I saw you on the squat rack and was enamored by your beauty (and the perfect ass you had definitely helped). I approached you and we went on a date and had been dating since then. Though we both were fitness freaks (i still am) there's a part of me i haven't told you about. A part of me that would rather have you tied up in my bed sporting a fat belly so big it hangs to your knees. I've kept it in check for as long as i can, you had only gained 10 pounds in our 4 months together and a lot of that has been muscle definition since we started working out. Today however, it all changes. One faithful injury changes everything.

"This….freaking….sucks" I say grumpy as I sit next to you in the car. We just came back from the first aid room. I look at my leg and shake my head "no lifting, no cardio…and no rock climbing for 6 months?!" I cross my arms and sigh "That also means I really have to watch what I eat…else I end up like one of those fat girls at the gym" The other day we had been making jokes about a chubby girl that was struggling to do basic cardio

"god i know baby, its not fair at all. Not having you at the gym is going to make me lose all my motivation, not to mention who else will i make fun of the fatties with" i look to you after we both laugh to ourselves.."dont worry though babe. ill take good care of you, You know i've been making myself a better and better cook. Ill make sure your diet goes exactly according to plan.." i say as i keep my hand on your toned thigh, giving it a rub and feeling ecstatic and the though of having a home bound girlfriend for 6 whole months.

**2 weeks later**

"im so bored" I sigh before taking another cookie that you made me. "Im usually at the gym right now" Another cookie goes into my stomach. I dont seem to notice the little bit of pudge that was pressing on to my waistband when I sat down like this. You had noticed that I did a lot of "boredom eating"…and recently…I had also started snacking when I was stressed or feeling a little down.

"Im done babe!" i yell, having baked another batch of cookies. The last 2 weeks have been heavenly. Turns out when liz is left to her own devices with nothing else to do, she becomes rather peckish. Its nothing insane yet but she'll never say no to a little treat every now and then. With the absence of the gym and with me making sure to always make every meal of hers just a bit more heavy, she's managed to maintain her weight at 140 pounds albeit with a major bonus. If before she was toned and slightly muscular, now shes lost her definition and is even developing a little pudge. I see her belly pressing against her waistband as she snacks on one of the cookies i made her and see it press further and further against the band as she makes the tray of cookies magically disappear.

You always made sure to take the plates away or split it in multiple portions, so I had no idea how much I was actually eating in a day. after finishing the third tray of cookies that day you see I am rubbing my belly…I was getting full and I hadn't even eaten a meal! "My tummy is a bit upset" I say as I rub it. "better drink something" I grab the glass of soda that you had brought me. I drink all of it in one go. "I can't believe this is actually sugar free" I say surprised "it tastes like one of those cheap soda's that is super b-BRUUAUUAUAAAAAAAAAP-ad " I look wide eyed and cover my mouth with a blush "s-sorry!"

"Haha that was pretty cool!" i say immediately so as to not make you think i dislike it. I cant let you know that youve given me a hard on with that deep nasty belch, at least not yet. "I don't mind babe" i say as i nuzzle in right next to you on the bed. "in fact if anything it lets me know you really enjoyed whatever i made for you so no need to apologize." i say as i keep my hand on your bloated stuffed belly, giving it a good rub. "I guess you reallly loved those cookies huh, hehe"

"I-I do" I say blushing as you rub my belly…it felt good, but it also made me a bit aware of the fact that I was softer now. "I mean…its just not very lady like to burp like that right?" I smile as you roll your eyes at me "BRUUAAAAP…ooohhff but it does make my tummy feel better"

I moan to myself making sure you don't hear me. "I'm glad you like them" i reply, both to your answer and to that big burp you let out. We spend a few more minutes like this with me rubbing your rounded gut, making you get used to the feeling, making you love my hands on your tummy, making you know i like those un-lady like burps. Im slowly easing your mind into its new state. The state of pure gluttony. Before i get up from bed i decide to try one more thing, i grab your belly and give it a hard pinch and lean up next to your ear "You were a good girl today, keep eating like this and soon you'll be like those fatties at the gym". I whispered it and said it in a teasing tone, but i could tell by your breathing…it did its job. My eyes go wide and my face goes dark red. Did he really just say that?…Is he making a joke?…why do I like him teasing and humiliating me?! I look down and my heart beats even faster, judging by the bulge in your pants…you really liked seeing me like this. "w-what?….a-are you trying to make me fat?" I ask in a soft voice. You just smile, gently kiss my belly before squeezing it again and leave with the empty plates…Am I really going to get fat?

[burningblizzard224]

I wish I knew every version of you

I know one of them, and bits of the rest.

Post 2022, Virgil, you. I know you, I know your favorite sandwich, the way you sit with bad posture, your partner, the way you make box Mac n cheese on thanksgiving, how the wind makes you cry, the light jingle of your bag, how you type, (how you type.), your love for art, your caring for people, how you have a spreadsheet of times youve cried, your pro nouns, your job, your classes, the stress of checking your grades and seeing dollar signs, your laugh, your voice, “yeah?”, how you almost cant help yourself from comforting people even though you’re not always sure how, the way you feel so light in someone’s arms when sleeping yet so present in a hug, the way your face reacts when you say something, how you can’t let go of things, you hold onto anything from a person you care about, how you lay on a couch by yourself because it still smells like them, you don’t like to shower, rather you don’t like committing to a shower, you check apps over and over again even if you know they aren’t going to post, “I don’t know what it is like not to have deep emotions. Even if I feel nothing, I feel it completely.” You’re not very good at sitting in silence, especially being still in silence, you seem so free to me, a bird who’s flying yet has so many threads pulling them back down, while Icarus couldn’t fly to high he also couldn’t fly to low, your voice, I’ve always done voices in my head but yours is different as in it’s not me doing your voice but it’s your voice, your bony hips elbows and knees, you cant lay down on the floor for to long, your bony hips have nerds sitting in a closet from years ago, your room is you, I wish you sometimes wore contacts because I think you believe you look wrong without glasses, you have only finished the cheddars pasta twice, after everything it’s still you.

Thats the only you I’ve known, but I can see the other ones in poems, photos and stories

Circa 2021 Virgil you talk about like a bad phase, who you’re embarrassed about, yet I think this is still who writes most of your poems, your phone is your friend, thats where you can watch a bunch of people play Minecraft and pretend that everything is ok, is he still in your life?, he’s still in your mind today, a ghost who haunts the words that you write, you’re starting to realize how people can lie, why would you lie, this you shaped modern day you more than almost anyone, you didn’t tell your mom about Least Favorite Only Child, you’re not an only child, when’s the last time you weren’t, are you an only child on cookie day?, drunk people scare you, you never liked Derik because of that, your clothes scream at you, has Addison Grace released that song yet?, you have friends yet feel empty, you look uncomfortable at a lunch table at times, why is everything sad, why are all these things sad, why have you become so sad, it didn’t start here, but it’s loud here, it’s so loud, yet no one will listen, why won’t anyone listen?

You did the lip sync every year, I wish I had it my camera roll, you’re different, you’re different from you, from those around you, from wanting a different name that comes from that weird kid show, to your hair, to how you dress, but you still had died hair, you change your name, you say I want sad young but I don’t think you were far behind, you’re fully aware you’re not straight, “she/her” starts sounding wrong, your Halloween costumes always impress me in photos, yet some photos you just look uncomfortable, I know less and less about you the farther we go back, yet I wish I knew every version of you

You eat chocolate so odd, eating the actual chocolate part then the middle, I wonder just how blonde your hair was, your name, I don’t know if I’ve even said it, you listen to your dad’s music in the car, your school has a giant hill in it that sucks, I think we would’ve been friends, I wish we were friends, you really are an artist, and I wish I knew more, you still have many of your stuffed animals, I wonder when you actually got Max, Mim and Jaya, the way you talk about friends is the most i think I hear this version of you, or when talking about your sister, you just want to know your cool sister, she talks about a letter you wrote for her in class, I wish you saw the smile she had on her face when we had that conversation.

[chuuyascumsock]

Okay soooo i kindaa had a silly idea and ran with it…. Fem!dazai who’s a monsterfucker with an AFAB!reader who is ALSO monsterfucker?

-Imagine fem!dazai finding out her s/o is a monsterfucker~

Imagine the two of them on Dazais bed just rambling on to eachother and then reader just says “honestly sometimes id just love to be fucked dumb by a tentacle y’know?”

And dazai just nods like “yass girll me too~” but she has this sneaky look in her eye.

-“Zai?whats up??oh no…what did you just think of🤨”

-“Oh no just…hold on”

She goes over to her closet and picks up a box and brings it back to the bed and opens it.

And lo and behold its fuckin filled with an assortment of monster-dicks.

Reader then looks up at dazai like 😳

And all she says is “ive got way better than a tentacle babe~ take your pick”

And when reader can’t pick on,she just covers their eyes and makes em pick one.

Imagine the rest of the night she just uses them all on you so you can find your absolute favorite…

Well at least that’s the excuse she made to get you on board.

Imagine dazai just goin to townn on you with each and ever one in the box,trying some of her favorite ones twice(just to make sure you get a proper feel for it ofc! she definitely doesnt love seeing your face scrunch up and relax as each one enters your pretty little cunt,each one a different shape,size,length and girth.)

Imagine her going so deep,it rubs against your cervix…imagine cumming so many times that at this point neither of you have kept count accurately.

Imagine her stimulating your clit with a little bullet vibrator as she thrusts the foreign shapes into you revelling in the way you moan out her name and grip the sheets,your toes curling and your back arching.

Imagine her using a vibrating one and just keeping it inside you,buried to the hilt and making u beg to have it pulled out.

Imagine her running her finger along the edge of your cunt,gathering some of your slick and demanding that you clean the mess off her fingers in exchange for taking it out of you.

Imagine by the time your done you feel so sore and exhausted that you can barely even get up to go have a post-coital shower.

Imagine waking up the next day to see that each and every one of the little gadgets had been haphazardly thrown back into their box. Only your decided favorites lying nicely cleaned and dry on your night stand.

Imagine getting just a little sweet revenge on her and buying her one she doesnt have just to use it on her until she cant walk. Honestly I doubt she’d mind~ I mean she gets to skip work the next day, AND she gets to be your little pillow princess~ It was a win win situation!

I hope its okie and not too much😭

ALSO IM SO SORRY I DIDNT KNOW U WERE LACTOSE INTOLERANT!!!!

Lets just imagine my icon is um lactose free cheese?(is that a thing?)

Anywho! OMG GOOD LUCK FOR YOUR EXAMS!!!! Ive got exams on monday too #A Levels🥲 I BELIEVE IN YOU!!!! YOUVE GOT THIS!!!!

Stay safe! Study well and i believe in you!

-🧀

DEAR LORD 🧀, WANT SOME WORD COUNT LIMIT WITH THAT ESSAY 😭⁉️

I love how dedicated you are lol.

But you’re missing the part where Fem!Dazai would get a double sided monster dildo just to share with you so you could fuck yourselves stupid on it. And she only gets more enthusiastic about it when your pussies meet in the middle and your clits rub against each other 🤭

OOOO ALSO BONUS BUT UHM, I HAVE A FEM! CHUUYA x READER x FEM! DAZAI SMUT DRAFT SITTING IN MY DOCS THAT WAS ORIGINALLY GOING TO BE WHAT I POSTED INSTEAD OF JUST THE FEM! CHUUYA SMUT 😶 I had the idea written down but I never wrote it. (I want to though.)

[fictionfixations]

belphegor: humans cant be trusted. i cant trust [MC]. they've been lying to us this whole time!

also belphegor: appears all haha blushy as a special guest the fight right after💀

out of everyone it couldve been lmfao.

tbh im not attached to the demon boys (i do care about them but fhsui) so it doesnt really hurt me. like. i mean i can understand the sadness that comes with time traveling and seeing people youve known before but who dont know you and who also arent the same people you knew. i literally recently read a fic just like that and the way i sobbed when this character who we see as a father figure threatened to kill us (protag. i just say us from pov i read from) because he doesnt know us hasnt had that attachment and just my heart hurt. and im not over it.

but also thats come from being in that fandom and consuming a lot of media related to it for like months often. ive been on and off obey me so like i care but i dont have any emotional attachment?? like i mean i want them to get better and be better versions of themselves, but tbh its less i wanna romance them and more i want them to get better. to not have unhealthy coping mechanisms and stuff.

..now if it was simeon itd be a different story cause i would like to romance him

anyway thought i had regarding stuff. isnt it wacky that angels are meant to like care for and guide humans. except oh no they can't love them SO much that they want to be with them romantically, no no thats TABOO ?????? so like angels need to care about humans (or maybe they treat humans like infants so its less about caring and more that they believe humans cant do shit without them?) but not too much, no thats bad why. thats. so dumb.

and then what happens if humans prove that they can take care of themselves?

like later solomon said about how he wants us to be on the humans side if anything happens because otherwise itd be like being okay with how it is right now where humans are thought of as inferior and need an angel or demon's guidance to do stuff.

like. like okay so if humans prove that we can stand on the same footing as an angel and a demon, then tf do angels do? so they guide humans. okay what else? what if we dont need your guidance? what if we just want to live our own life even if we make stupid decisions???

would it be okay then? or would humans be looked down upon for trying to gain independence?

im just trying to understand

i really dont want to be their enemy cause itd suck and i dont know if we could be friends after

(me when one of my favorites is literally the demon who hates humans and has not gotten over it because of what they've done. why do i do this to myself)

and lets be honest idk what the protagonist has outside of the demon brothers, and like maybe the angels and solomon

..tbh i never finished the obey me (the other one)'s story so idfk if we can even do magic without taking magic from the demon boys so

???

but so like. what are we without them?? do we have a reason to do anything? a motivation?

i feel like. if we lost them that we'd lose a purpose in life. sure we have solomon and we have the angels but its not the same yknow?

also belphegor being all mad at us and its just like. sorry i kissed you in an earlier chapter 💀 i did the hug one first cause its never really felt appropriate to do romantic stuff during emotional times but if you know me i also go back to do other options so.. sorry for kissing you while i was of a species you detest ??? my bad

anyway wonder how we get out of this one when we cant tell them that we time traveled.

i dont really understand how it works but would it mean that there'd be a point where we do actually have to like leave leave them

with the idea that our past self would then appear when we do in the other game

and then us our future self would then appear in the 'present' who used to be our past self and we'd be back to the time it was in the last game

since nightbringer is clearly taking place after the first game except we just time traveled is all??

but then what about the demon boys memories? or would those memories be taken and then implanted into our future/present demon boys from the first game while we are also back into our present self while at the same time letting it continue as if the demon boys never met us so timeline doesnt get fucked but ALSO that the demon boys remember what happened in the past and what happened in the present so they're still the same-ish?

idk im bad at thinking about time stuff.

but i feel like if they remembered us from the past then something would happen, maybe not for the better. like if they changed the future then which couldve meant that we never then went to the past to meet them and then i guess paradox?

tbh i dont even remember how we got here its been way too long

also i forgot to make a post about it but nightbringer has gotten title dropped a few times, who is seemingly the guy who made us time travel

..why.

like before this did we get told of the scenario why? or ?? cause if we did iforgot

like. were we in danger? were the boys in danger??

idk man i feel like im going in circles

[peachyninjago]

I don’t know if you’re still taking requests, if you aren’t feel here to ignore this, but may I request a Vania and Harumi interaction? I love characters who never interact in canon lol

they both have issues of the daddy variety and considering that vania is a. an actual Adult, b. has a healthy environment surrounding her, and c. has healthy coping mechanisms. yeah i think itd be good for her to meet rumi

(click for quality!! i want to write abt them interacting now anura i cant believe youve done this to me)

ALSO using this to say @ literally everyone. unless stated otherwise, my art requests are ALWAYS open. always, like rn and until this blog is gone open. they'll stay that way until i say otherwise lmao. ill draw any character, oc (presuming a ref or well-described general idea of what they look like is provided), and heavy gore anyday. anything else would have to be asked about (romantic stuff is most of the time okay, n/s/f/w is a big no no, and NO to anything gross ofc) but yeah. want me to draw something? just ask. (please :]])

[teaberrii]

berri! its been a day and a new chapter already?? have you been eating? have you slept?? are you taking care of yourself?? /j

lol anyways ahh thank you so so much for your hard work!!!!! 🥹🥹 i cant express how much i love MBIMC, its seriously like.. my favourite series ever. i cant believe its already coming to an end??

the end of MBIMC is like the end of a relationship to me AHHAHAAHA, its been here to cheer me up when im stressed or needed some form of encouragement or support. you dont know how much youve done for me as well as other readers but im really grateful for all your work 😭💚

well as they say, all good things must come to an end... and its coming.. 🥲 looking forward to the next (few?) chapter(s). if the curse is lifted, hooray but I can't say i wont miss haikitty 🥹

take care! 🩷

Thank you for asking about my well-being ahaha Yes, I ate, slept, and even played some games XD. I had Friday off from work, so I spent most of that time writing the last chapter :)

I can't believe it's ending either. It's hitting me out of the blue. Even as I'm writing the second last or maybe the last chapter, I'm still like: Huh... it's ending. It's ENDING o_o.

I don't want to give too much away, but I already have a couple of story ideas in the oven. So, I'm pretty excited that this one's ending so I can start writing my next story hehe

I'm so glad that MBIMC brought you some encouragement/support. This story also brought me a lot of happiness as I really enjoyed writing it.

Take care, Anon <3 Hopefully I'll see you for the next adventure that's to come after MBIMC :)

[teddys-burial]

. . . 🕯️ !

you’re so fucking stupid are you absolutely out of your mind ?! how dense can you be … fucking disappointment. it really fucking shows how narrow minded you are. someone must’ve dropped you when you were a fucking child for you to end up like the dumb fuck that you are. are you actually so fucking stupid ? do you ever formulate a thought ? don’t get on my last never don’t get on my last nerve don’t get on my last nerve you stupid bitch … fuck. are you actually fucking here in the room or thinking with your ass ? i cant stand this anger youve put me through and only because youre so fucking stupid. its unbelievable. youre so fucking lucky your mother didnt swallow you when she had the chance and instead had to birth a disappointment. are you actually dumb or are you just dumb ? because youre DUMB. theres no other word for you. thats literally you. i open the dictionary and your face is beside that word and definition. fucking hell ,,, you can’t be serious. you just cant. i have never been this infuriated and so …. UGH ! FUCK YOU. merry krampus cuz i hope he gets your ass for christmas. i can’t believe you’ve just got on my last nerve on s holiday season, in MY timeline, and in MY space. fuck you. fuck you fuck you fuck you fuck you. ive never been this disappointed and it takes a fucking moving mountain miracle for me to even THINK about you and formulate a thought about your existence like this. youve done pissed me OFF BITCH. you stupid bitch … youre such a fucking stupid dumb bitch. how could you do that ??? do you think before you act like a dumb bitch ??? do you ever see the benefit or the relevance ??? it baffles me. ive never seen a specimen creature scientific experiment like you. your existence is something a scientist cant ever decipher under a microscope. your brain is nonexistent and in need of development. you stupid dumb BITCH. oh my fuck …! on my DAYS, and my LIFE … WHAT THE FUCK ??? FUCK. oh my …..

[kiisuuumii]

Things will get better. Know your worth. Sometimes it’s hard to see, especially when you feel let down or unnoticed. Sometimes the best way to get what you want is to be open to it, no matter what form it comes in. You catch more fish with a net than a rod and line. Your talent and way with words does not go unnoticed, and your sensitivity is not a weakness. As a sensitive person, I too struggle with overwhelming emotions. It does however mean that when something feels good, it’s a deeper feeling than others will feel, and it also means your empathy is so strong that you will always be openly compassionate which will encourage others to do the same. You are capable of influencing others to do good deeds as well, and when you are able, the good you feel is incomparable. Focus on your light, what makes you happy by being you. Follow your bliss in yourself, then the need for another to make you happy will become less important. There are ways to create the love you so desire through writing. If you really see yourself in it and feel it for the thing you are writing of, no one can take that away.

-Sky Anon

its a bit of a curse, isnt it?—feeling so much, i mean. youre right though that that means we feel the good just as deeply. i know that things will get better, i'm not one to be so much of a pessimist that i start to really believe that things wont; i very much cling tightly to the probability, no matter how small, that ill one day live the life that i want, in the love that i want, with even more people who love and care about me for who i am, just like i want. one day the things i feel now (and maybe the things you feel now) will be just a memory; we wont remember how we felt, only that we did

i think that might be why i am the way i am in this moment, and lately (i promise im not usually so openly self-deprecating, this is just a particularly rougher patch lmao); i want to hold onto some of the feelings i have right now, for a little while longer, just to really feel them, until im spent. esp when it comes to trying to be open to other forms of the things i want. ive been trying to stay optimistic ofc, but i think if youre stuck on something, theres a reason for it; it wouldnt be smart for me at least to force myself open rn when there are things this closedness is probably trying to teach me

certainly doesnt mean im not trying to move forward tho ! if you can picture it, im always walking on a path forward, only looking back occasionally, while crying my heart out lol

also, one thing you might have a bit wrong about me is that i don't want someone to make me happy. id done a lot of looking for that in other people when i was younger, and as i separated myself from that version of me over the years, ive come to learn how to find and make happiness for myself (even if its not perfect, the way i do it, and even if it takes me a hot minute sometimes); i guess you could say im more looking for someone(s) to be happy with, to live life with, the good and the bad (even when i cant see past the bad at times), and that im trying to put aside some of my own feelings to make room for that

i feel like i sound condescending or dismissive, and im sorry if i do come across that way, but lowkey this helped me kinda see why i still havent let some things go despite my saying so; so thank you, sky anon, for taking the time to write such a heartfelt message !! i might not understand everything yet, but youve given me a piece of clarity thatll at least help me start

[applejuiceaddictyo]

hey bro, again sorry for dippin the past coupla days. been busy an i aint had much time to front. gunna take a shower after sendin this so might take a minute to respond, but not doin it again, promise.

went through and read what i missed the past couple days. prolly aint gonna be able to address all of it but fuck, we can try. uhh, sweet on the haircut, wish i could get our hair like mine but fuck if i want to use gel, that shit feels like satan. the classpectin goes hard, forget what our overall one is but i know it was some wild shit. aint done one for myself i don think, maybe ill need to try it out.

more importantly, hope yer feelin better. hate seein that youve been down the past few days. i know sayin it wont make you believe it, but you aint just the 'less real' version of dave. i love ya, kid. sure a ton of other people do too, but. yeah. not just your source neither, i like you as a person now. youre real damn funny and witty, got me grinnin like an idiot over half the shit ya say.

less real note, orange creamsicle frostys are bangin, and i see that damn mccafferty reference. felt on the reviewin shitty music too. i love doin that with movies, 'ts hilarious. gotta go back to yer roots with the ironic enjoyment of media and allat.

goddamm thats a long ass message. you know what else is long? im not finishing that sentence

did you...seriously go though all the posts you missed? thats. wow. thats some dedication, i salute you. o7 in the chat

gonna attack all that shit in one paragraph. be prepared. ALRIGHT. you should totally classpect yourself. itd be funny if you still got prince though and ended up stuck with those poofy ass pants

ok i lied i cant look at a paragraph that big without it hurting my poor sweet eyes. not doing that. anyway im...kinda doin better? honestly that shit just happens at random and i wait it out. usually turns out ok. but uh. thank you. i mean the 'a ton of other people love you' thing isnt really accurate but its nice to know that theres one or two out there (besides the other people in sys)

only half the things i say though? damn. gotta up my game

wooow you caught the extremely obvious mccafferty reference(s), how impressive. id give you a trophy but those are kinda lame. maybe one of the cheap plastic "youre a star!" ones

ill never stop loving consuming shitty media man. one of my favorite youtubers routinely tortures himself with it and its fucking great

[synchlora]

5’6

alright i know u did this just to piss me off but FUCK U

[dhampir-dyke]

vent, suicide ment in tags. I'm safe rn I'm just in a bad mental place rn because of a conversation with my parents.

[suitwcrthy]

DASH CRACK

❝Hey, hey! Guys,  look. . .  petition  to  cheese  grate  my  brother,  Peter  @sensesdialed  into  literal  cheese  dust  just  uh-- sign  here  on  the  dotted  line--❞ 

[shaykai]

WHY ARE YOU ALL HERE?? I'M BEING AMBUSHED-

[xgryffinwhore]

september nights

request:  i was wondering if you could write another soft bill smut? i don’t really have a specific plot in mind, we’re just really lacking content on tumblr rn :( in some really precarious place where they don’t want to get caught

warnings: soft smut, like i mean very soft.

word count: 2118

before your lips met bill denbrough’s, love was always, to say the least, a conundrum. lets be real for second, boys wasted your time, and you let them. only the cute ones of course. you are a hopeless romantic, drunk off of molly ringwald and john travolta films. you wanted any relationship you had to be just like the movies.

through your heart breaks, your best friends stood by you, your losers. eddie, richie, bev, stan, ben, and bill. for each tear you shed a punch was thrown to the man who caused it, they were protective over you. bill the most though, he always got so defensive when you were in the mix. all throughout middle & high school, bill has had to deal with every guy who even dares to think about breaking your heart.

“its not fair bill” you wailed into your pillow. he stroked your back and hushed you, his eyes welling with tears. “im never fucking good enough for any guy and its so fucking sad!” your complaints being cut off mid sentence by a choked out cry. “y-y/n. all of y-your boyfriend are i-idiots. anyone w-who would d-d-do this to you isnt w-worth your t-time. anyone w-would be the luckiest in the w-world to have y-you in their life” you picked your head up and looked at him with swollen lips and blood shot eyes “there no one out there for me bill, no one.” 

he bit his lip, fighting back any tears dripping from his eyes “they j-just dont see how p-pretty you are. how g-gentle and caring and s-s-sweet, and h-how your face c-can light up any room. theyre f-fucking idiots, and you d-deserve m-more.” you clearly thought he was being nice, because you could take a MOTHER FUCKING GOD DAMN hint, so you replied “i wish there was someone out there like you, for me, that thinks of me the way you do.” 

he furrowed his brows, tossing his head back and running his fingers furiously through his hair. “d-dammit y/n!” he cursed “cant you s-see what ive b-been trying to say? w-w-what ive been t-trying to say f-for the last f-five years!?!” your expression was bewildered, your brain was going a mile a minute trying to figure out what he meant. his frustration got the best of him, he got up and stormed out the door,  feeling embarrassed and stupid for trying to make you understand how he felt.

he was half way out your front door, fuming for his keys lodged deep into his front pocket; when suddenly:

“bill!”

his head turned at the call of his name, “y-y/n please i d-”

smack.

your lips locked with his, he rain pouring heavily outside. bills lips stilled at the contact, but this lasted briefly, he deepened this kiss by pulling you in to his abdomen by your mid back. your bunched the front of his base ball t shirt with your fists, and he did the same but with your hair.

the rest is basically history.

now six months later, and you couldnt have been happier. bill knew how to treat you, nights out twice a week (you always wanted to pay but bill insisted,) holding your hand to and from classes, he let you borrow have his varsity baseball jacket, which smelt just like him and was a little too big for you. 

when he would drop you off and your classes, he would always grab your hand and transfer a tiny piece of paper into your palm. when you got into class to unfold it, it was always a cute little message about his love for you. 

bill had it bad for you, everyone knew that, and you loved every minute of it. he met every and any standard you had, and exceeded your expectations. 

it was september, still warm enough in derry to wear shorts, so you and your friends thought of a last hurrah for the ending of the summery weather.

“camp out, its nearly perfect” Richie exclaimed. eddie rolled his eyes “like youve ever been near anything perfect toizer, do you even know what perfect means?” richie shoved eddie “yeah eddie i actually have. have you seen amanda’s tits?”

 you tuned out richie and eddies bickering as you’re boyfriend cleared his throat. “you g-gonna go?” he said into your ear, “only if you promise to wear bug spray bill, you know how bad-” he cut you off with a kiss, his mouth forming a small smile at how cute you were. “get a room, honestly” stan poked, pda wasn’t his favorite... “at least i h-have something to k-kiss aye s-stannie”

you arrived at the edge of the forest, parking your car at the last parking ish space. you walked toward the sounds of ben and richie fighting, and came to see that richie really went all out. three tents, sticks for a fire, and more snacks than anyone needed. 

you all spent the remanence of the daylight dancing in the light sky, sharing stories, and eating waaaay too many chips. it was dark now, you all huddled in a circle near the fire; making small talk and trying not to admit you were all very tired.

“ok folks, im off to bed” richie yawned “me stan eddie n’ mike will take the green tent, bev and ben in the red.” richie paused and smirked over at you and bill, you were tangled in his limbs, golfed in his navy blue pull over. “and uh- heh- billy boy and y/n in the yellow tent eh?” you could practically feel bills eye roll, god richie was so immature.

“w-we dont have to s-sleep in the s-s-same tent, i c-can ask ben if he’d s-switch” you look up at bill and reassure him “bill no- its not a big deal, right?” he tucks your hair behind your ear and kisses the side of your temple “c-course not.”

you both went into the tent, bill began to unroll the blankets you both had packed tightly into your bags. You both set up your makeshift bed, bill leaned against a pile of pillows while you hugged his side, your face buried in his neck. his smell was absolutely intoxicating; his skin had remanence of his milk and honey body wash, but it was slightly overpowered by wintergreen, clove, and his bourbon cologne. 

you were like this for around an hour, the orange crank-powered lantern being the only source of light. you switch positions though, you now laid your head on his lap, reading a magazine you stole from the hair salon. he watched your eyes scan every letter, when you read something funny you’d huff to yourself, and when something was intresting you stuck your tongue out from between your teeth. he adored you.

“d-dont stay up t-too late” he stroked your hair off your shoulder “we have t-to have you w-well r-r-rested.” you sat up from beside him, as he adjusted the pillows and took off his pull over, then his pants. he got under the covers and waited for you.

“nice donut boxers” you laughed. “s-shut up” he blushed and regreted not changing them when he had the chance. you turned around took off your shirt, you were shy about how you looked, but it was just bill. it was just bill. you heard his breath hitch, his eagerness radiating off his body onto yours. the air became tense as you unzipped your pants and threw them to the corner. you turned around, bills pupils growing until you were completely facing him.

“yeah i know. mine are boring” you laugh nervously, brushing your hair behind your ear and getting under the covers next to him. he didnt respond, he couldnt take his eyes off of you.you began to sit up again “i can go put back on-” “n-no!” he interrupts, his blush taking up his entire face.

“i j-j-just cant b-believe i g-get to see something s-so special” he gulped “s-so b-b-b-beautiful.”

you grabbed him by his shoulders and kissed him, hard. youve been with boys before, i mean youve dated plenty of people. but no one ever called your body special. hot, yeah. nice, yeah. beautiful, sure. but no one ever thought that it was special. 

bill was a kind boy, the most you two have ever done is get each other off with your hands, always clothed. bill never asked to see more, he felt lucky enough just to make you feel good, and that was enough for him. so when you felt the heat of his hands hovering over your body but not touching it, you new you’d have to call the shots tonight.

“bill,” you laid down “just touch me everywhere, please.” he crawled in between your legs, kneeling so that he could lean over your face “m-my pleasure.”

he traced your collar, leaving small, delicate, kisses to make up for what his fingers left behind as they trailed. he kissed the valley between your breasts, licking slow striped down your skin. he picked up your upper back a little and cocked his head to the side, you nodded and he unclipped your bra. he sat their with his mouth open, taking in the view. you blushed and muttered “hey, keep that mouth to good use.” he dipped down and sucked on your nipples, his mouth felt so good against your skin grazed with goosebumps. he was gingerly with his tongue, it was sexy, it was romantic. he kissed down your stomach, his fingers sweeping down your sides. you could see his member pressing against his boxers, the pressure made him wince every once in a while. his fingers met your panties and he hooked them. again, he looked up for permission, you nodded once again. 

he brought your underwear down your legs and off, looking back to see what he had relieved. he licked his lips, getting ready to please you more than he already did. but you felt bad, bill always gave gave and gave. “its ok, im ready right now.” bill looked up at you in shock, he wasnt expecting you’d want to go all the way. “y/n, y-youre sure?” you lean up and kiss his lips, swiping your tongue against his bottom lip “please.”

he pulled down his boxers eagerly, his member sprung out to hit his stomach. he lined up with you, checking once more that it was ok. then he pushed in, bottoming out. he felt bigger than you thought, of course he was well endowed, but he filled you up so well. you mewled, the pain and pleasure making a delicious feeling that made your toes curl.

he waited, but began slowly moving after a bit. he grunted, feeling you wrapped around him was something he’d never be able to get out of his head he thought to himself. he grunted “f-fuck this feels g-good’ he grunted, his breath becoming heavy and full of lust. with every stroke, you felt yourself get more and more lost in the bliss he made you feel. “youre making me feel so good  bill” you moan, the sound of his name coming out of your mouth driving him absolutely crazy. he speeds up, loving the view of your face contorting in pleasure and your body moving with his. 

he couldnt help but feel admiration to you, your hair formed a halo around your head, and the sweat that coated your skin made you glisten in the orange light. “im t-the luckiest in the world” he husks, holding your cheek. 

you felt the knot in your core coming undone, “bill im close” you strain, trying not to be too loud so you dont wake your friends. he moved your leg up to his shoulder, hitting you from a different, deeper angle. his fingers went to your clit, making you bite your had to stop you from screaming. “you l-look so p-pretty y/n, t-taking me s-so well. making y-you feel so good.” “so good bill” you repeat, drunken off his cock and fingers. 

without warning, you came came, your legs spazzing as you moaned “fuck bill” he followed, his hips stuttering, as he cried out into your shoulder. he pulled out and laid next to you, both of you breathing heavily and coming off your highs. 

“y/n” he looked at you “t-that was really j-just wow- thank y-you.” you kissed him, chaste and sweet “that was great yeah?” “it w-was perfect babe. t-thank you f-for t-that. i love you y-y/n.”

“i love you too bill.”

he sat up, his fingers dancing on your inner thigh.

“y/n?”

“yeah?”

“c-can we p-please do t-that again?”