#i dont want to talk to them for sure like I’m not actively holding it against them either i just have a gross taste in my mouth u know?

[lux-scriptum]

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[blackknight-kai]

Just Busty things:

This is a Drabble about that hot as fuck way too detailed bust. You know the one 🫵.

(Edit: I am writing this fic 👀)

The “life size” bust of Sun Wukong from the video game attracts his dormant spirit- you bought it / go a hold of it. (Somehow you have it!)

You’d activated his spirit because like a weirdo you kissed the damn thing once - just for fun. You couldn’t help it and giggled to yourself as you did it because “haha I kissed Sun Wukong”. (You’ve been into Sun Wukong so your attraction and ‘want’ magically do something here).

After doing so you don’t notice as its glass eyes follow you as you walk around your living room. (Ngl I was thinking a bit of a horror scene for this so…idk if Wukong is ‘good’ or ‘yandere’ here up to you).

He knows you don’t notice and makes sure to look normal if you happen to look at him. Over time he gets to know you through those glass eyes watching you, those ears listening as you talk to your friends on the phone or mumble to yourself. Starts to fall for you (because duh). You walk around naked or with little clothes on in front of him - he’s a bust and you live alone.

You kiss him a few more times- surprising the ever loving shit out of him because, why are you giving a bust chaste kisses????? Each time bringing him more and more to life / animating his face.

Which you don’t realize is happening because giving his bust a goodbye kiss or I’m home kiss has now become habit. Good night/morning kisses too! Because whos gonna know? You even pet the fur on the side of his face and sigh, tell him how handsome he is or sometimes you talk to him like you’re talking to someone else. You aren’t crazy, just talking through your own problems or issues and you know the bust isn’t gonna answer- it’s like talking to a house pet. Even call him your “boyfriend” jokingly or tell your friends “I miss my husband” as a joke when you’re out with them.

What you don’t know is the more you treat that bust like it’s a real thing (joking or not) and bestow your feelings on it, Wukong’s spirit is able to start manipulating it and manifesting it to come to life, eventually while you are gone for the day he’s able to magic up the rest of his body. He doesn’t reveal himself right away, no. He fiddles with the stuff in your home and learns things about you / this world while you are out. If you notice things out of place, you DONT. Because you do not want to think your house is haunted.

You’re in for a surprise. 😈

(There are so many ways he could reveal himself, while you kiss him he kisses you back, waiting for you on the couch in his full animated now REAL body, crawls in bed with you one night - this one is a darker thought so…moving on, talks back to you when you tell his ‘bust’ about your day, just so many things his mischievous ass could do.)

[iamtired10]

hiii, could you write a one-shot or headcanons, whatever you fancy the most, of newjeans (or just danielle, i dont mind!) with a thoughtful, attentive gf? someone who does not actively demonstrate that she makes an effort to remember their habits and preferences but deep down knows everything about them... 😍

and not in a "stalker" way! (☠) more like in a "I care so much about you it just comes naturally" way

thank you!! have a nice day♡♡

masterpiece in your eyes

pairing - gf! danielle marsh x female reader

synopsis - you love knowing all the little things about danielle marsh—everything that makes her, well, her. but it’s not in an obsessed way; it’s just the kind of deep connection you both share.

genre - FLUFF (someone please request angst. and teach me how to write it too! im so over fluff)

warning - nothing just cringe and boring ig, dani have blonde hair here :(

word count - 831

a/n - fun fact... i always update before i go to sleep 😪

the museum air was still.

the kind that made you want to talk in hushed whispers, but that didn’t stop danielle from bouncing on her heels, her eyes wide with excitement.

she was in her element—curiosity and wonder radiated from her as she stood in front of an art piece that you, frankly, didn’t quite understand.

but that didn’t matter.

what mattered was the way danielle’s face lit up, her soft blonde curls bouncing with every little skip she made from one exhibit to the next.

she turned to you with that signature spark in her eyes. “babe, look! isn’t this one so cool?”

her aussie accent mixed with the sound of wonder in her voice made it impossible not to smile.

you tilted your head, pretending to examine the piece like you knew exactly what she was seeing. “yeah, totally. the… uh, colors are super deep.”

she giggled, knowing you had no clue, but appreciating the effort.

that was the thing about danielle—she never needed you to be into the same stuff she was, but you loved the way she came alive around the things she loved.

you’d always made mental notes of her little habits, what made her smile, what made her laugh.

even though you weren’t the type to be super showy about it, you made sure she felt seen.

like how you always brought her that lavender-scented hand cream she liked when she forgot hers or when you made sure to grab the spicy ramyeon whenever you both went grocery shopping because she secretly loved the heat.

she never outright said it, but you knew.

you knew she loved it when you held her hand in museums, quietly slipping your fingers through hers whenever she got too excited and started wandering off like a curious little puppy.

and so, as she moved to the next exhibit, you reached out, lacing your fingers with hers.

danielle smiled at the touch, her gaze softening as she glanced at you. “you always know what i need,” she murmured, squeezing your hand gently.

she pulled you closer until your arms were lightly brushing.

“of course, i do. i’ve been taking notes,” you teased, nudging her playfully with your shoulder.

she blushed, that adorable pink creeping up her cheeks that always made your heart flutter.

across the room, you heard the unmistakable laughter of hanni.

your friends, they were gathered around an interactive display, messing around with a touchscreen that let you create your own digital art.

haerin was tapping through the colors with focus, while hanni was trying her best to mess it all up.

danielle waved over to them with her free hand. “come on, let’s go see what they’re doing!”

the two of you wandered over, still hand-in-hand, joining the chaos. “unnie, you’re ruining haerin-ah’s masterpiece!��� danielle laughed, nudging hanni playfully.

“i’m adding to it,” hanni said with a grin, barely holding back her laughter as haerin shot her a death glare.

hyein was watching from the sidelines, clearly amused. “it’s abstract art now.”

you leaned into danielle’s ear, whispering, “they’re all such nerds.”

danielle giggled, nodding in agreement. “and we love them for it.”

minji, the mom of the group, finally stepped in. “alright, alright. give hae a chance to finish it.”

then she turned to you and danielle, raising an eyebrow. “enjoying the tour?”

“yeah, it’s been amazing!” danielle beamed, her excitement spilling out. she turned to you with a wide smile. “i love that we’re all here together.”

minji smirked. “she loves you being here.”

you rolled your eyes, but inside, your heart was swelling. danielle was so effortlessly herself around you, and that’s what made everything feel so perfect.

after wandering around for a bit more, you both found yourselves in front of a painting that seemed to catch danielle’s eye.

she stood there, staring at it, her expression soft and thoughtful.

“what are you thinking?” you asked, watching her closely.

she didn’t say anything for a moment, just continued gazing at the painting. “it’s beautiful, isn’t it? it makes you feel something, like… warmth.”

you looked at her, not the painting, and said softly, “yeah, you're right, it’s beautiful.”

danielle turned to you with a shy smile, and your heart skipped a beat.

you didn’t have to say much for her to understand.

she rested her head on your shoulder, her hand still holding yours. “you’re such a dork,” she whispered, her voice light and teasing.

“but i’m your dork,” you teased back, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head.

in that museum, amidst all the art, the real masterpiece was the love you both shared—thoughtful, quiet but so deeply understood.

the kind of love that didn’t need to be shouted from the rooftops because it was already written in every soft glance, every gentle touch.

and in that moment, you both knew — this was the kind of love that felt like home.

a/n - SORRY TO THE ANON IK IT'S NOT GOOD :( MY HEAD IS TOTALLY BRAINDEAD SAURR I JUST WROTE WTV POPPED INTO MY MIND LMAO. IT'S A MESS, SORRYYY! ANYWAY IM GONNA HEAD OUT NOW. BYE-BYE GOODNIGHTYYYYY!

[angelpinkfall]

I hope I wont be annoying you or being rude but also OMG your so underrated even tho your good at writing But

Could I request Akaza with A soft s/o as I know hes a Pleasure dom and I wanted to see how he would be with a soft and innocent lover.

I hope its not much But dont overwork yourself and get a glass of water or if its late do my request later and go to bed!

❤Akaza x Soft!Reader ❣Smut❣❤

Hi! Thank you for the request. You are so sweet. Let see 

When he first saw you, he knew you were the sweetest thing. With how soft spoken you were he didn’t really think of going further with you other than the occasional kiss here and cuddle there. But he wanted to let you take the first step. 

However as time went on, he realized you didn’t seem to know how. He could see the way you squirmed in place as he would deepen kisses and shift as he would let his hands wander. 

He found you absolutely precious. So at the new revelation, he would ask you up front if you wanted to go further. 

Of course your body heats at the thought, but you say yes anyway despite how nervous you are. 

He knows you're nervous so he will start off by learning what you like first. 

Knowing he wants to make sure you feel the best you have ever felt, he will look for a comfortable place to fulfill all the activities he has planned. Whether this is your own home and bed, or a cabin he found where he stokes a fire for the two of you, he will make it romantic. 

He starts off the night with soft kisses and groping. Slowly stripping you and himself. 

As you shift from the heat overtaking your body, he starts kissing and sucking on your neck. Something you hadn’t experienced, and something you certainly liked!

From sucking and nibbling your neck to shifting down to your breast, he praises you for being such a good girl. 

He decides he is going to keep you the main priority but he can’t help himself from slowly grinding into the sheets of your bed as he listens to your wanting moans. 

He will continue teasing and massaging his way down your body until he is positioned at your thighs. He wrenches them open and pulls you forward so he can get a full look at you. 

His strength is well beyond yours so you have no choice but to let him admire all of you. Every inch is noted. Every dip, scar, stretch mark, dimple, and even birthmark is noted by his piercing gaze. 

Getting on his elbows and places his arms under your thighs and locks your hips in place before he dives in to take a long lick from your hole to your clit. 

The stimulation is so foreign and strong you can’t help but to cry out in surprise. 

He just about loses his mind right then and there, but he doesn’t and he decides to eat you at a slow pace. He wants you to feel everything. With how innocent you are, he wants to make your first time absolutely mind blowing. Making you his and his alone. 

So he sucks on you at an almost painfully slow pace that has you squirming. Unfortunately, with his iron like hold on you, you subject to the slow but sweet torture. 

By the time you are on the cusp of coming he finally picks up the pace and starts to suck and lick with vigor. You are blinded by how fast you are pulled and pushed over the edge. Your moan is long and deep and as you twitch he licks his lips and scans over your body as you recover. 

He is long from finished however. The night is still young. 

However, he wants you to have a good experience so he will let you recover. You are, after all, his snowflake.

To be Continued… 

Quotes from the experience: 

“I’m going to go slow alright, I love you, so don’t hesitate to talk to me my love.” 

“Mmmph, Snowflake you taste so good~. Better than anything I’ve had before.” 

“You know Snowflake, I could eat you all day and I would still have room for more.” 

“I know if feels so good Snowflake, but you need to stay still for me” 

“Go ahead, I know your close let me *suck*... Fuck yeah, like that, cum on my tongue Snowflake!” 

“You didn’t think this was it right? We have all night. ♡ ”

[xdreamie]

twt is literally trying to drive george to s*icide rn and his ex "friends" watch while publicly turning against him to save face, its so performative and insane sorry

people dont want him to not be a monster, they dont want him to grow, take accountability, to apologize. they want to bully him until he khs but who does this help? i dont think this is the solution.

even if everything turned out to be a misunderstanding (not saying it will) george should remember the only genuine friend he actually has which is dream who doesnt run away and at least tries to have a conversation with him while still holding him accountable

twitter tried to do the exact same thing last november, the previous october, the april before that, and basically anytime that dream has done anything “wrong”. it’s genuinely an area where you can say vile shit that’s completely untrue and you’ll get 50k likes on it. as for the friends that “dropped” them, i don’t believe they truly cut them off behind the scenes, but they’re all fake so i could be wrong! they’re still standing by and allowing someone to be dehumanized and have death wished upon him. it’s so fucking insane to me. they talk about wanting to make the community a better place? they’re actively encouraging it to be worse. i hope dteam leave the mc space (on twitter mostly, everywhere else they’ll be fine) and the ccs in this will have to deal with the same behavior they’ve encouraged only turned on themselves for making a mistake. dream is his only friend that is staying with him and (im sure is) actively helping him through it. not to say sapnap isn’t being a good friend, he isn’t involved so i understand, but dream understands what george is going through and is more empathetic to it. it’s all a big smear campaign that twitter is trying to convince everyone that is completely true, but anyone outside of mcyttwt (ccs and stans) can recognize this situation does not warrant the amount of harassment it’s fostered.

tldr everyone is shitty and fake, dream understands and i’m sure if helping george through everything, this situation blew up way more than it should have for it being a fucking hand on the waist. hope they’ll delete twitter for good

[baby-xemnas]

i love to think about young lawbepo, especially the day they met and the days/weeks/months after, when law was 13 and bepo was 9, so cute and innocent! 🥺💕 i can see it being something like love at first sight for young bepo when young law came to his aid and fought to protect him. i’ve always gotten the vibe that bepo was picked on a lot as a child, that he was used to it, and because it was rare for anyone to stand up for him, let alone physically fight for him, he just wasn’t one to expect it. i’m not sure how long the fight lasted between law and penguin/shachi, but i bet young bepo was in absolute awe, thinking “he’s doing all this and he doesn’t even know me! he’s fighting two guys at once! that’s amazing! he’s so cool! 😳😍🤩” and bepo wears his heart on his sleeve, so he was likely very enthusiastic and emotional and affectionate in telling law just how thankful he is for law saving him and how incredibly awesome he thinks law is, the coolest person bepo has ever seen in his life 😆 young bepo immediately following and clinging to his hero, shyly holding on to law’s shirt, not wanting to be separated, just an instant pure-hearted love that grows strong and fast the more bepo gets to know law 🥺💕 i wonder how law responded to such a level of devotion from this cute little polar bear, and if it was overwhelming for him? i can see law being a bit stoic and awkward about it at first, not knowing how to respond to bepo’s affection, not expecting bepo to become so attached to him. but maybe internally it doesn’t take long for law to become quietly possessive of bepo’s admiration and affection, coveting it, liking the way bepo smiles at him and looks at him with stars in his eyes, wanting to protect and keep bepo close, even though he hasn’t known bepo that long and it is unusual for law to warm up to others

perfect take zero notes

yes i absolutely think that bepo was picked on when he was small back on zou because how do you come to conclusion "if i dont fight back we can be friends" thats so wrong... maybe when he was very young he hurt a smaller species baby and adults got very mad so bepo just never responded to any bullying since. just by being born a polar bear he was the biggest and strongest child so he got told by adults repeatedly to be very careful so he grew up so timid

zepo wasnt much help because when he was around he was tough on bepo - didnt bully him ofc but he told him not to listen to anybody and always fight back (jock mentality lol) but bepo couldnt follow his advice so that really upset him

he was very happy when law saved him not just because of that but also because law was nice and heard him out and looked at him normally (ofc bepo saw the obvious HOLY SHIT A BEAR IS TALKING on laws face at first but it wasnt like the weird vibes other people he interacted with gave him)

law is so amazing he is his hero he is so kind....its even more cute because law is actively fighting his prickly habits that he gathered from being in DQ family...he is very upset at himself is he loses patience with bepo and the other two and treats them the best he can (he is rly such a hard working boy it makes me wanna cry) and its good because bepo is so forgiving and moves on easily if law acts prickly out of habit and bepo gets all sad law is like im sorry its not your fault and bepo perks up immediately because WOW LAW SAN IS BEING SO NICE

it honestly takes law aback sometimes how easy it is for him to affect bepo's mood and stir it in positive direction - but he is happy because he doesnt want him to be upset...

law deciding "ill protect him forever" about bepo who is so soft (mentally and physically yes) and vulnerable is so cute and great i love to think about it

[emulation-0]

What’s some of your uroyuki headcanons?( I’m now very interested in this )

ok ok so !! takako has sensory issues, lots of issues with clothes like she cant stand the feeling of clothes on her skin, they have to be soft, have to be flowy and not tight, have to be wide sleeved or legged if they have to have any sleeves or legs at all. would prefer not to wear clothes at all she cant stand the texture it makes her feel like crawling out of her skin. but she loves wearing yuki's clothes. barely any of yuki's clothes make her feel that way. shes especially fond of the black leather jacket cuz of the soft inner lining and it carries yuki's scent that it makes her feel safe. when yuki realizes this and also learns of takako's issue she makes sure to have clothes around that are of specific fabric type that is soft and light, and since yuki's so much bigger, her clothes are always flowy and not tight on takako. yuki also LOVES seeing takako in her clothes theyre the ultimate clothes sharing gfs

whenever takako gets flustered her technique activates and her hair starts floating a little. yuki likes making fun of her for it

takako upon reincarnating wants to find out more about herself that she never could before. yuki enjoys taking her around and learning more about her. takako's favorite color is orange and she thinks the color suits yuki a lot. yuki herself is fond of blue but finds herself liking pink a lot more lately

i dont imagine their love story like a typical 'ooh i love u so much pookie wookie' but rather a true understanding of each other. they would be lonely with many years of not really letting anyone in. yuki is the friendlier of the two and though she has todo for companionship i imagine her as keeping her secrets close to her chest and wants to be trusted. takako as well is someone who wants someone to trust, and i think this is where their bond really develops from. i hc uro as aroace lesbian so their love isnt so pookie wookie but its definitely something special the two of them need and havent really experienced before. tho yuki definitely likes annoying takako like that by calling her like this.

yuki loves drenching her food in sauce. takako hates it

this isnt really an uroyuki hc but takako definitely had something with yorozu back in the day. they probably talked about it while sharing stories

yuki is a spicy foods person. takako is a savory foods person. takako does like spicy food, just doesnt have much of a tolerance. yuki finds it funny when takako tries to build it up and goes red in the face

and of course i just said that takako has cold hands yuki has warm hands. yuki gets stress headaches so takako's hands are perfect for soothing. takako has issues with being held because of trauma from her past life but equally she doesnt like being alone also because of trauma so yuki's warm hands ground her. she likes holding them and being reassured that someone's by her side and wont hurt her or take advantage of her. yuki will always be there to meet her in the middle and vice versa

[fourtyfourcatss]

-> for @bokutosbiceps !

bungo stray dogs - nikolai gogol ✦

✰ nikolai thinks you are unbelievably attractive in every sense of word; your intimidating countenance yet vibrant personality, the way the sun lights your hair from black to brown as you rode the currents…

✰ an absolute romantic, just like you. i’m sure this man is a grade-A gentleman despite his sadistic attitude, which he definitely tones down and uses to tease you instead. first he invites you for a date, before asking to court you. nikolai, we are in the 21st century, there’s no need for any more courting around here. but expect him to randomly whip out gifts from his cape or pockets of his clothes. you’ll probably be mid hug and feel something plushy press up against you. ta-da! a plushie! its probably one of those really funky looking ones like this

✰ he is not a big fan of bathing in sunlight for too long, so behind you, he’ll definitely have some sort of cover for his little area of shade. why doesn’t he just get in the house? why is he even out with you? he doesn’t like bathing in the sun, but he definitely likes bathing in your presence ;)

✰ you can sing, dance, AND play intruments??

✰ this man is so happy. you know that trope where you set side by side on the piano and play together? thats what he does. he actually actively seeks you out for your sing and dancing and playing, being an appreciator of arts.

✰ he adores that philosophical mood! if he was in rapid-fire with questions when you are in your normal mood, he becomes a gatling gun when you start in your serious mood. he wants to sketch out your philosophies and the values you hold on paper and trace it lovingly with a dynamic hand, he wants to know everything he can about you and jot it down. he’s a bit obsessive, you can see, but its not… too bad? lol.

✰ he’s definitely a contrary figure being both honest and deceiving. when he is honest, when he is guilt-ridden, he speaks from his very heart without abandon or hesitation. he truly admires and loves, so it may be hard to see at first, but his feelings are very much real! he wouldn’t deceive you of all people, не знаю, не знаю. not only so, with this, it is your guarantee of his loyalty. when he has to be, he is fiercely so. your own only heightens his caution regarding not seeming outwardly attractive to you.

kuroko no basket - murasakibara atsushi ✦

✰ look it’s not because you like him, its because you were onto something because the two of you would genuinely would go well together. on another note i found this really nice fanart i think you’d enjoy.

✰ with your passion in athletics, the two of you first see each other in a sports meet. then, it spirals from there. in some way, the two of you have a conversation regarding your individual athletics, and while watching you play, those words flare up, and suddenly, he is with a jittery urge to play basketball again.

✰ the two of you are one hell of a duo together, and mainly, you’re the one talking with him adding his remarks. after people see how you really are, expect them to come flooding at you! murasakibara often gets jealous, and himuro often teases him for how he acts. he’s like a young boy with a crush… its endlessly both entertaining and annoying. not only that since you dont dwell on things too much, he can speak more freely with you, and rarely does he hold back any thoughts with you. this is very freeing for him, since he's a big man with many restraints he placed on himself. he’ll seek in a smile during an embrace, so you cannot see.

✰ often he helps himself to your food, what can you expect? if you can cook, nothing else matters. the two of you work out together sometimes too, and he’s watching the way the sweat curves around your muscles… ok bad thoughts mura, need to stop. he’s very fixated on your lips the most, and he definitely would use kisses to steal candy from you mouth! pocky game, and little teasing kisses is the game for this!

✰ surprisingly very good at taking care of plants especially if its edible, he is your green thumb. reads through an article or two, and immediately sets to work. within a few days and if the damage done is not too horrid, he successfully revives the plants! not only that, he definitely asks you to plant vegetables and fruits lol.

✰ why did he do that previous action? murasakibara’s love language is likely action. because of how he is inherently, he holds gratitude when people does things for him, so he gives that back to people. so whatever you’ve done for him, he pays back in full, not because he thinks he owes you, but because it’s a way he expresses he loves you back! so he hides little snacks in places like the hood on your jacket or digging a hand in your pocket to leave some pieces of wrapped chocolate. the little things. mostly, he endeavors in looking at your figure doing whatever you set to do, holding you in his irises.

✰ the atmosphere around you are languid but unbelievably filled with romantic tension. the kind people feel like they shouldnt interrupt.

[a/n] - i enjoyed writing this matchup!! i hope you enjoy it <3 the fact you can make time for matchups is incredible, especially since you’re in med school! i applaud 👏

[fallingforel]

arabella pt 3- Talk!

masterlist

when the debrief happens and y/n cant find alex anywhere 

warnings- swearing, heartbreak, mentions of cheating, please let me know if there are anymore and I will add them to this list

“look all I’m trying to say George is that maybe we should go over some of the pacts we made and see if some of them need rediscussing or not” “Look just get some sleep matty, we all need rest, lets discuss this better when we’re actually not delusional” the bed being well inflated by now I hug George goodnight retrieving a blanket from the pile of junk on one side of the room. and getting some well-deserved rest.

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After a well deserved night of rest from last nights activities its safe to say I was still sore after all Alex and I did have a few rounds, anyway I’m letting my point digress. Right now its currently 1pm and I’ve just woken up to an empty bed, Alex nowhere to be found. The thing that woke me up? George singing a bad rendition of an elvis presley song, probably to get me up to make him and everyone juice. Thats the thing with George, the thing with all the boys really, once they get an idea in their head they literally do not let go, so it looks like im going to have to get up and go on the hunt for alex to ask if he wants a juice and a bacon sandwich because I just know that Ross will be making them, Its what we’ve always done we go on a night out, then the morning after we have bacon sandwiches and juice and debrief from the night befores previous’ antics. 

So eventually managing to stand, i get up and go look for Alex not finding him on the balcony, I then admit my defeat of being unlucky trying to find the chocolate eyed boy and head into the kitchen met with surprise because George was cooking the bacon sandwiches this time. “Ahh y/n/n was wondering when you’d get up, here woke up and found this on the side” George said handing me a napkin folded over with my name on it with words scribbled in sharpie inside. “Hey! You should apologise it was your god awful rendition of elvis presley that woke me up from my beauty sleep, lord knows, thanks. You didn’t read it did you?” my words coming out to George a bit more mean than usual.

“No. I didn't, thought you wouldn't want me too. Plus it wouldn’t be very gentlemanly of me would it?” laughing at his words “since when are you a gentleman George?” to that i was just met with a hum in response so I decided to open the napkin which read. 

“y/n i really enjoyed last night had to run though have to record in the studio for the new album coming, think you’ll really like this one, its got a bit of everything in it,  so sorry to run wouldve loved to try your juice. anyway , heres my number 07*********, call me sometime soon we can organise something im sure

Al x :)” 

Smiling like a giddy school girl whos just got invited to her first date, I put it in my pocket of my hoodie, saving it for later making a mental note to call him when everyone was gone. George then spoke up from infront of me interrupting my train of thought, “So y/n what did you get up to last night? Anything interesting?” “whats that supposed to mean G?” i asked raising my eyebrows in question. “Nothing just wanted to know if anything happened with alex, he seems like a good lad and also i noticed how close you two were last night. I also may or may not have heard you two just a tad.” Burying my head in my hands out of abashment, “oh god i only thought matty had heard, dear lord. Im so sorry G.”

“Yeah well it wasnt just matty was it, it was Ross and I aswell okay it might have been a bit embarrassing but when have you not heard one of us, im very happy for you though, y/n/n, glad to see you get back on the field especially after col-” holding my finger out interrupting his sentence “dont you dare utter his name, other wise i will manifest that that bacon spits at you so much that you have burns all over your fingers that they blister and its unbearable pain for weeks” 

George then and there admitted his defeat holding his hands up. “Woah a bit harsh y/n/n,” my threat was overheard and interrupted by Matty, and Ross by the looks of it,  entering the room “Hey, it was completely fair, he almost brought up his name” ross replies. “Thank you, ross I knew I liked you the most out of all of our friendship” for that i was met with a chorus of “heys” even adam, and ross’ “welcome, love.” just sticking his middle finger up at george, hann and matty in response to their hurtful glares at me. “Just kidding i love you all equally, youre all my joint favourite.” i say to put their glares at rest.

“Anyway Hann when did you get here?” “about an hour ago knew we all needed to debrief from the night and when you lot had disappeared knew you would be at the closest flat from the pub, yours of course” adam explained himself. “Yours is the closest to anywhere we go on a night out bug. How is that?” “its because where i live, is club and pub central, dont forget that the uni is literally a 10 minute car ride down the road aswell. even some nights ms. lambert goes out with her old mates to the pub 5 minutes down the road mad i swear plus on nights when im not out i get to catch pub fights through my window, best place ive ever lived i swear, anyway im going off on a tangent plus it looks like the bacons almost done so, does everyone want juice?” just met with a chorus of “yeahs” i get started on making the juice for 5 of us. 

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After 3 minutes everyone was sat on the sofa, and soon we were talking about how last night went for all of us. “So hann,” i started, “who was the girl you were sucking face with last night,seemed very interested in eachother. You barely spoke to us!” “ahh y/n, her names carly, very nice girl ive been on a few dates with her, its early days but i think it might be a really good relationship, last night was only meant to be us but she just happened to be there, think you’ll get along with her, shes very nice and not like em at all” “thats good for you hann, we have to get together sometime so i can meet her, you deserve happiness especially after emma cheated on you with him” i knew you could hear the disgust in my voice, that really hurt when that happened, ross was at a cafe on a date and found them together kissing in a booth he joint called adam and i and we both felt betrayed i guess it was more hurtful for adam as he didnt expect it to happen he thought they were fine, happy and in love, but i knew, i knew her, she always took my boyfriends even when she already had one, she could never let me have my moment in the sun, when she started dating Adam i had warned him but he said it was different now and that she had changed, but when ross found them together i knew he was heartbroken and through that we had grown a lot closer together. The both of us mending our hearts together. 

“What about you, bug. You gonna tell hann where you disappeared off to last night when ross, G and i came back from smoking” matty said to me hann raising his eyebrows in question as if to say ooh which is what followed. I rolled my eyes playfully smiling “i kinda met someone, kinda the lead singer of arctic monkeys” i said taking another bite of my bacon sandwich. “Oh yeah do tell. What did the night lead to?” adam said jokingly wiggling his eyebrows at me. And then george piped in “lots of headboard smashing and loud noises lets just say that” i playfully smacked his chest raising my eyebrows at him. “Oh yeah? Good on you y/n/n im very proud of you, youve come along quite nicely from the heartbreak that we both experienced 6 months ago” “so have you hann, and there we were thinking that we would never experience a love life again, and here we are both with potential love interests” i state sighing in content happy with the little family i have here in the heart of the U.K.

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After a few meaningless chats about last nights happenings like what what we had to eat and best food after a night out conclusion; it's a doner kebab. And then ross stood up “right im gonna go get some clothes on, ive got a date” “whats her name this time macdonald?” I stated with an airy chuckle  “gemma.” “wow. You actually know her name this time, at least you were courteous enough this time to remember” matty states which the rest of us just laughed at.  “shut up the lot of you okay, at least i play the field a bit, while im still in my prime before i settle down, plus its not like you have a leg to stand on healy, how many girlfriends have you had since ‘02” matty then huffed and crossed his arms an apparent scowl on his face impeding on the smile he had on his face just a few mere moments ago. “That shut him up quick, note to self bring up the many girlfriends healy has had to quite his waffle” george said holding a hand out mimicking out writing on a piece of paper. 

After ross had disappeared to get changed and come back out he appeared again “so ill see you all later we gonna head up to wilmslow together later?” “shit” i exclaimed “whats the time” “errrr just coming up to 2 why?” “shit i was meant to leave at 10 to help lucy with the wedding. fuck, why did no one wake me up, you shits, right im gonna have to quickly get changed and hop in my car, stink dont suppose you could pack my case for me?” 

“Yeah course go get changed and ill do it as soon as your out of your bedroom, dont worry dont panic if need be just blame me ill gladly take a hit from bridezilla for you, bug” 

“Thank you! I dont have time to get changed, ive got to go now, Youre a blooming life saver, stink, all right ross ill see  you later about 9 ish lots of love all of you” i quickly run to my room grab my phone and my car keys on my nightstand and grab my bag thats chucked on the floor and run out of my house on the phone to lucy. 

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“WHERE ARE YOU? YOURE MEANT TO BE HERE BY NOW! I MEAN IT Y/N I NEED AN EXPLANATION. NO THEY DONT GO THERE ON THE MAIN TABLE SMALLER CENTERPIECES ON THE ROUND TABLES, I NEED AN EXPLANATION?? IM WAITING ON ONE.” 

“It was matty okay luce, he forgot to wake me up, so im gonna be just a tad 3 hours late” 

“Oh good lord, okay look as long as youre here for the rehearsal dinner everything is going to be fine im sure”

“Okay good? How are things anyway? Hows henry? Luce?”

“Err alls good here. We have a slightly larger problem though. Em and him just walked in”

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[evansbby]

hey bestie!

im trying to get back into writing and i was just wondering if you had any advice for me? like how do i keep my writings interesting and kinda like build a base of besties like you have?

(im sorry if this sounds like i want you to read my writings i really dont want it to come off that way)

I’m flattered you asked me this question! No need to apologise!🩷🩷

To keep your writing interesting:

1) Start with a dialogue or a conversation between two characters. If you start with paragraphs and paragraphs of info dump, it’s more likely people are gonna click off your fic.

2) Build up to your smut. If your fic is five lines of convo and then the smut starts, the smut won’t hit as hard. If the smut comes after a build up or angst or fighting or arguing or flirting or little touches here and there, looks, conversations etc between your two main characters, THEN the smut will hit harder bc your readers have gotten to know the characters and root for them.

3) Don’t hold back when you write smut. Even if it’s the most absurd nastiest thing, chances are that people will like it so just write it!

4) Make sure your punctuation and grammar is good and you’ve got all the basics covered like STARTING A NEW PARAGRAPH EACH TIME A NEW PERSON SPEAKS. I can’t stress this enough bc I get put off by fics with bad grammar and punctuation bc I just think a child has written it and then I don’t want to read it lol.

To “build a base of besties”

Honestly you just have to be really active at the beginning and if you get asks, you need to descriptively answer them like you genuinely care! A lot of the time people answer asks monosyllabically and then wonder why they don’t get anymore. You need to establish a fun personality which means talking on your blog like you’re shouting out into the void about anything and everything. People gravitate towards conversation and opinions. ALSO, talk with other blogs that have similar interests to you! I don’t do this much bc I’m shy af so I’d much rather do the shout into the void thing and wait for people to come to me 😭😭😭 but yeah!!!

[sassy-ahsoka-tano]

DADDY ISSUES - Part Seven: Friends

Character/Fandom: Elvis - Elvis (2022)

Prompt: Now that you're all moved in and set up, what do you have to look forward to in your relationship as Elvis Presley's sugar baby? [ Fem!Reader ]

TW: sad reader, angst, guilt/shame as a result of sexual activity, elvis being a bit of a fucktard ngl

Rating: M || Word Count: 3985

A/N: i hope y'all are enjoying still!! i can't tell you how many ideas spurred while writing these chapters. i literally had a web of ideas that i somehow managed to weave all into this little fic lol

Song Rec: friends - anne marie and marshmello

This is Part 7 of Daddy Issues. Find the rest of the series here!

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🦋 mila

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“Am I allowed to date or see other people or is this an exclusive thing?”

Elvis’ eyebrows shoot up when you ask the question and you can tell that he wasn’t expecting it. His eyes drop to the floor and eyebrows furrow as he considers what you’ve asked. After a few moments of tense silence, he clears his throat and glances back up at you with a tight smile.

“Course you can see other people. We ain’t an item or nothin. It’s just a convenient relationship for both of us. Doesn’t mean we can’t be friends, but doesn’t mean we gotta be lovers neither.”

You nod, offering a small smile. His eyes fall to your finger and he smirks.

“That’s a good girl. Lemme see,” he says, scooting forward and holding out his palm.

You drop your hand into his and he gently runs his fingers over it with the hint of a smile on his face. His calloused fingertips ghost over your knuckle and then onto the ring resting snugly on your finger. You take a deep breath, the feeling of your touch on his palm making you giddy and excited.

“See you doin so good already followin my rules. This ring’ll tell everybody important that you’re with me. Looks good on ya, princess,” he says with a nod. “You like it?”

“Oh absolutely, Mr. Presley,” you say, automatically defaulting to his proper name. You feel like you should treat him respectfully, or maybe you’re addressing him as your boss? You aren’t sure but the urge to be formal is suddenly extremely present in the room. “It’s the most beautiful ring I’ve ever seen and definitely not something that I could ever afford on my own. Thank you so much for gifting it to me.”

“Don’t mention it,” he says, waving dismissively. “It’s payment for our first appointment. This was the arrangement we agreed to and I stick to my promises. There’s more to come, I’m sure.”

Your lips part as you watch his gaze fade from sunny blue eyes to a dark, serious expression. He emphasizes the word come, pausing after he speaks the word. He draws it out, licking his tongue over his lips before finishing the sentence. You desperately hope you’re not reading too much into it, because you do desperately want him to be talking about you.

Everything in your body wants him to touch you and make you feel things you’ve never experienced in your life. The first time you saw him in 1956, you wanted him. Other girls may also want him, but not like you. They don’t want him like you do. The lust he planted then has done nothing but grow since that day. For god’s sake, it possessed you, the most unlikely person in the world, to slide out of your panties and offer them up to a complete stranger who you’d probably never see again. Elvis’ voice jerks you out of your awe.

“Which reminds me, what sorta payments do you want? I don’t wanna get you nothin you dont like.”

“Oh, uh, I guess I’ve never really thought about it. Well, I like necklaces and rings. Um, I’m more of a pants girl than dresses but I still like nice dresses and things. Um…”

“Noted,” he replies.

Silence settles as his eyes trace over your figure. You’re becoming more comfortable with him doing that, since he does it pretty constantly. The little problem of your debts and bills rises to the forefront of your mind and you consider adding to the list since that’s what you really need to be paid off, but before you can say anything else, he curls his finger and motions for you to come over to him.

Your core starts to swell with excitement and you actively fight the smile that wants to cross your face. You take a few steps closer to him and sit down on his lap, just as you had the other day. You already feel a bit more comfortable this time as you rest your hands on his chest and his hands gently cup your thighs. You stay still, waiting for instructions which he promptly provides.

“Tilt your head up for me,” he says and you gulp before obeying, lengthening your chin out so that he can see your neck better.

His fingers gently rise up toward your skin, ghosting across your throat and the sensitive skin underneath your jawline. Your eyes flutter and threaten to close but you force them to remain open. He just gently closes his fingers around your throat, not all the way but enough that your breath audibly shudders. You gulp your nerves down as your pussy begins to throb with desire for him. Just as you’ve resolved to lean down and kiss him, he pulls his fingers away.

“You got a pretty neck, princess. Perfect for my hand. I think a necklace would work nicely for you.”

You hover in the space between you, resisting the strongest urge to smash your lips against his. Your entire body is slowly aching for him, but is it okay for you to make a move? Despite his loveliness in answering your questions, you’re still confused as to how all of this works. Plus, now that you’re relying totally and completely on Elvis to sustain you financially, you’re terrified of making a mistake that’s unfixable. Just as your head begins to bob forward with a burst of confidence, your nerves get the better of you and you just hover anxiously. You clear your throat and Elvis continues the conversation.

“Is jewelry what you like best? Or dresses or what?”

“Um, I guess I’ve never really thought about it, honestly. I…don’t have much of a preference,” you reply with a lackluster shrug. “I could use some new clothes. But, of course the jewelry is also very nice. Um…sorry, I just feel very awkward saying these things.”

You laugh nervously but he shakes his head.

“Why’s that?”

“Well,” you suddenly laugh as you realize what it feels like and that image begins to surface in your mind, “honestly, it feels a bit like sitting on Santa’s lap and telling him what I want for Christmas. I’m just not very used to asking for things, like material things.”

“But that’s how you get what you want. Y'ask for it.”

“I guess so, yeah. But that’s usually not how it works for normal people, and it’s certainly never worked out that way for me. I hardly ever get what I ask or pray for. God has favorites and I really don’t think I’m one of them,” you reply with a weak chuckle. “Besides, I’m just not the kind of person who places a lot of value on material objects or gifts or anything. I don’t need all that many things, to be honest. Just the basics, although these are very tempting and it feels good to own them. They’re not really necessary in the grand scheme of things, you know what I mean?”

“But that’s what I’m here for. I ain’t got no issue giving you whatever you want. All you gotta do is ask, princess, and it’s yours.”

“I’m not used to that. People like me don’t just get the things we ask for. We have to work for them.”

“Not anymore, doll,” he smiles, leaning forward to whisper against your cheek. “Ask and it’s yours.”

You smile in awe as Elvis pulls back.

“Stand up, over there,” he gestures toward the middle of the room. You nod and carefully remove yourself from his lap to stand on the mark he’s given you. Once there, you await his directions. “Take the dress off. Just the top. I wanna see you better.”

You nod and turn away from him to spice things up. You shakily lift the strap of your dress up and off of your shoulder, glancing over your skin at Elvis who watches you hungrily. You let the strap fall, exposing the skin of your shoulder to him. The slow speed with which you’re stripping is putting both you and him through an uncomfortable tenseness that only grows when you drop the other strap down. The dress, being held up mostly by the straps, elegantly falls off your chest and pools around your waist where it’s cinched in a little tighter. You reach up for the strap to your bra, but Elvis stops you.

“No. There’s good enough,” he says. “Turn around.”

You obey him, spinning around so he can get a good look at your entire body. He rubs his slender fingers over his lips, tugging them out lazily. You stand still like a statue before him until he gestures for you to come closer.

“Come here. Right here. All the way this time.”

He points to the space between his legs, a spot that has become rather familiar to you already. You can’t help the smile that spreads onto your cheeks as you step toward him.

He leans forward, his fingers taking hold of your waist. They gingerly trail up the bare skin of your waist, so lightly that you feel goosebumps spreading across your skin. He traces his fingers around to your front, ghosting over your breasts underneath the bra. He curls his fingers around your chest and squeezes firmly. You release a contented breath and close your eyes at the sensation, what little of it there even is. It’s more than you’ve gotten from him so far. He squeezes a few more times, saying nothing, before he releases your breasts.

You instinctively follow his grasp as it retreats. Your eyes fly open in disappointment and he slides further down into the red velvet chair. He tugs gently on the zipper to his jumpsuit while staring intensely into your eyes.

“You know what to do, darlin."

Unfortunately, you do know what to do, although you’d love to do something else right now. It might only be the second time you’ve sucked him off, you hope this time will be different. You hope this time you’ll get to share in the receiving end. Glancing up into his bright blue eyes, you have an idea. You lean over him, trying to push your breasts near his face in the hopes that you’ll tempt him enough to put some effort into pleasing you. You pause for a few seconds, waiting for him to grasp your chest.

When he doesn't respond, you reach down to grasp the zipper. His hand snakes onto yours, gripping your fingers away from his suit. You glance up at him in confusion

"I liked what you did the other night with your teeth," he says, his eyes falling down to your lips. "Do it like that again."

You gently maneuver yourself onto the floor on your knees and catch the zipper between your teeth. This time, you unzip the jumpsuit slowly, maintaining eye contact with Elvis all the way down. You spread the leather of his jumpsuit aside so you can access him. His white boxer briefs are familiar to you now. You glance sneakily up at the clock in the corner of the room to see that you only have about five minutes until show time.

As much as you appreciate his trying to get to know you better, you’re desperate for some physical attention. You’ve been responsible for taking care of yourself for the last five years or so and, quite frankly, you’re just tired of it. Having a man touch you for once is a need that’s rekindled every time he dares to touch you.

But with only five minutes left, you waste no time, yanking his underwear off and wrapping your fingers around his length. You immediately start to pump him, licking the tip of his dick with your tongue. He releases a satisfied sigh and leans back into the chair. You glance up to see his head tilted toward the ceiling with his eyes completely closed. You feel pleased with yourself but frustrated at his passivity. You yank him into your mouth and harshly bob your head up and down on top of him.

He groans and moans in approval. Your eyes flash wide when his hand sneaks down your chest to massage your breasts through your bra. You hum against his length as he pinches your nipple between his fingers. You shift closer to him, hoping he'll touch you harder. While the sensation is very welcome, you need so much more.

As your head bobs up, your eyes flick up toward him again to see that he hasn’t moved, other than his hips which are beginning to buck up into your mouth as he matches your pace. You squeeze your eyes shut, suddenly feeling the urge to cry. You continue to bob up and down on his dick as you fight back the emotion that’s flooding into your chest painfully.

You feel him start to twitch in your mouth and pump your hand harder on his length. A few seconds later, his hips are bucking into your lips and his hot cum is slipping down your throat. You gulp it down begrudgingly, the taste almost sour on your tongue. Your body shudders with the displeasure of the action and the taste but mostly with how it made you feel at the moment.

You drop your head immediately, focusing on the floor below you as Elvis reassembles himself to go back out for the show which starts in just a few minutes. You squeeze your eyes shut tightly, wanting to transport yourself completely from this situation into a different time and place, somewhere you’re safe and alone. On his way out, Elvis places his hand on your head and gives your hair a little muss. His fingers slip down to your chin, lifting your gaze to his. You reluctantly open your eyes and he smirks down at you slightly.

“Such a good girl,” he murmurs before making his way toward the door.

You keep yourself upright until you hear the door shut behind him. As soon as the lock clicks, you feel your face screwing up. You keel over onto your hands and knees, your arms shaking with the emotion that is coursing through your body. You curl onto your knees and sit back on them, resting your forehead on the scratchy carpet below you. Tears start to pool by your eyes and you don’t stop them as the warm liquid falls from your eyes to stain the carpet below you. You curl your arms around your shoulders as your body shakes and you cry.

He had his chance to pleasure you and he didn’t take the hints, which you thought were very obviously being given to him. Now, it’s too late. You feel worthless, disgusting, dirty. You understand that you wholeheartedly gave yourself up to Elvis when you agreed to become his sugar baby but you assumed the arrangement would be mutual.

You should be stronger than this; this shouldn’t bother you so much. You are the one who agreed to this, who decided to accept the proposal. You’re just reaping the consequences of your actions, the ones Steve warned you about. But for some unplaceable reason, it hurts. A lot.

On the other hand, while you realize how silly and dramatic it is to be upset when you’ve just begun, the emotions that are running through your veins are so strong. And considering that you’ve relocated your entire life over the last week, it’s probably understandable that you’re feeling so overwhelmed.

After a few more tears sneak out, you sniffle and wipe your runny nose on your arm, not caring about the stickiness spreading onto your skin. You don’t have anyone to look pretty for anymore. And the one person you did choose to look nice for doesn’t seem to have any interest in you other than using you as a personal fleshlight. As moments of anger and embarrassment pulse through your veins, you pull yourself together with a few deep breaths.

You weren’t really in the mood for giving him a blowjob even when you got dressed to come downstairs tonight. But he asks and you provide. As he said earlier, ‘all you gotta do is ask and it’s yours’. As you dry your tears, that phrase starts to circle in your brain. Ask and it’s yours… If that’s what he wants. That’s what he’ll get. Why can’t you take the reins a little? You’re half of the deal, after all.

You stand, fix your hair and your dress, wipe off your tears and snot and grab your purse. You exit the dressing room with the confidence of someone who simply doesn’t have the will to care anymore.

As you trudge out of the dressing room, not bothering to pause before the door to listen for anyone passing, you keep your eyes glued to the floor beneath you. You shrug your bag over your shoulder and pull the bottom of your dress down harshly, trying to get the stubborn fabric to stay put. When your body slams into another, you momentarily lose your footing and feel yourself careening toward the floor. Luckily, whoever you bumped into manages to catch you at the last moment. With a panting breath, you glance up to see one of the most handsome men you’ve ever seen in your life. He helps you to your feet as you feel heat creeping into your face.

“Uh…thanks,” you say nervously. “I’m so sorry about that.”

He chuckles, leaning down to pick up your purse, which you hadn’t even realized you’d dropped during the collision. Your eyes widen as you notice the black lingerie poking out from inside the bag. You wonder if he notices, although he doesn’t mention or allude to it at all when he carefully hands the bag back to you. You snatch it quickly from his hands, sneakily reaching your hand in to push the lingerie back into its hidden place.

“It’s no big deal. It’s my fault for being so clumsy,” he says, flashing a crooked smile at you.

As his straight white teeth sparkle in the light of the hallway, you can’t help but grin back at him. A few moments of silence pass before one of you gets the courage to say something else.

“So…do you work here?” he asks, gesturing to your outfit.

“Oh, uh, sorta. I’m part of Mr. Presley’s…” your eyes wander quickly around your environment, desperately searching for an excuse that doesn’t involve your chest and face being covered in Elvis' cum. You suddenly see someone pass carrying a case of makeup and your face brightens. “...makeup crew. I’m one of his makeup consultants.”

“You do his makeup?”

“Well, I just sort of check it to make sure it’s up to standard, you know. The eyeliner and such,” you pull out as much knowledge of makeup as you can possibly access in your brain as your heart beats rapidly in your chest.

You know you shouldn’t be embarrassed to admit what you really do here, but you still feel too ashamed to fess up to it. You know there’s no way that this stranger is actually buying the idea that you’re a makeup artist for Elvis, considering what you’re wearing and the fact that your own makeup is probably smudged hideously from the crying and snotting all over.

“Cool. I’m one of the stagehands, so I carry some of the props onstage and help with the curtains and all that.”

“Oh, that’s super cool!” you say, folding your arms over your chest. “How did you get into that?”

“My mom was a singer back in the day, so I’ve always been around sets. How did you get into…what you do?”

“Oh, it’s just a job for money. There’s nothing that special about it, honestly.”

“Working that closely to Elvis Presley isn’t special?”

“He’s not as amazing as you’d think, actually,” you reply with a curt smile as you reflect on all the disappointments you’ve already experienced since becoming his sugar baby. “But it pays the bills.”

“I can understand that,” he says, staring down into your eyes.

You’ve been truthful with him, besides admitting what you do. Although you can’t explain why, you want this man to think highly of you. Elvis did say that you could date other people, so why shouldn’t you take a stab at this one. He’s handsome with curly brown locks, deep brown doe eyes, and a nicely shaped face. He’s very tall and decently built; you guess he has to be pretty strong to be able to toss set pieces around.

You abruptly stick your hand out for him to shake. His eyebrows raise but he takes your hand in his, giving it two solid pumps. You wiggle your fingers, assuming he’s going to release your hand but he holds onto it for a few seconds longer than you’re expecting. You smile sweetly as he releases your fingers slowly. You drag them across his palm and resist the urge to shudder with excitement.

It’s been upwards of five years since you last had a serious boyfriend, so the thought of maybe finding someone after all this time is extremely appealing. Not to mention that you’re desperate for some physical pleasure. With all of this teasing and leading-up to nothing, you’re starting to get fed up and very tired of the constant lack of tension relief.

“I’m Y/N,” you say.

“I’m-”

“Max!” someone shouts from a different spot in the backstage area. “Stop flirting and get your ass over here to help with the curtains!”

Your eyes shift toward a man yelling orders who you assume is in charge of the stagehands and the backstage activities. Max glances back at you with a shrug.

“Duty calls. Will I…see you here tomorrow?”

“Uh…no, probably not. I don’t think I work tomorrow and I have another job that I have to take care of on the side,” you lie, not too excited about the idea of coming down here more than necessary.

“Oh, damn. Well, what days do you work?”

“It’s sort of unpredictable, to be honest,” you can feel your palms growing sweaty with his constant questioning.

“Alright. Cryptic but alright,” he laughs, reaching up to scratch the back of his neck. You bite your lip as you watch his biceps flex. If you were wondering, your question has now been answered. He’s strong strong. “Guess I’ll just have to hang out around here every day until I see you again.”

“Oh…” you drop your gaze, embarrassed and flattered by his charming flirting. “Well in that case, maybe I can make an exception for you. Here.”

You snatch a pen from the table next to you and scribble the number to your hotel room on his palm.

“You can reach me here. If you ever want to hang out or need help or, well, whatever,” you offer.

“And what if I need something tonight? I can call you then?”

You chuckle and bite your lip at his goofy smile.

“You can call whenever. And I’ll decide if I want to pick up or not.”

“Max Carver!” the stage manager shouts and Max jumps.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Max. I’ll hope to see you again some time.”

“If I have anything to say about it, you will," he replies with a wink and a handsome grin.

You turn and start on your way out of the backstage area as you hear the stage manager shouting instructions to Max. You smile to yourself, just a little bit smitten with him.

As you pass the trash can on the way out, you click open your purse and pull the black lingerie out. You drop it into the can and get on your way back upstairs without giving the piece of clothing a second thought.

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[swifty-fox]

In personal life he may do cnc play, and would quite enjoy some forms of CNC play, but not rape play. Which ARE two different things I am happy to explain if anyone is curious.

yes pls🙏🏽

also if u don’t mind, i’m curious as to why kink manifests itself in different ways for people so like two ppl could both be into spanking but one person wants to do it and one wants to have it done you know. what is like. i guess the pysch- y logic behind both

so rape kink is rape kink and consensual non consent is another thing and while rape kink IS cnc there are other things that aren't rape that are considered cnc. Like say your Dom wants you to sit and kneel for an hour and you don't want to but you've agreed to listen to them. Thats CNC. You don't want to but you're doing it anyways. it's a milder form sure, but generally that's what its categorized under

Or youre being caused some pain like, say, biting and it hurts like it genuinely just hurts and your body is saying hey make that stop. But you bear it bc you're expected to or bc your partner is holding you down so you cant stop it. That's also cnc kink.

Stuff like that might appeal to Gale!

I dont know if theres a specific psychology behind it honestly? i could ask my gym buddy since he's actively getting his masters in it but...lmao. I don't think there's any tried and true reason.

people cope in different ways, sometimes theres a reason sometimes not. I like being choked bc I was harmed as a child. I have an ex who was assaulted and we had to stay away from talk of choking. people are different!

DISCLAIMER THESE R JUST MY ONIONS AND EVERYONES VIEWS ON KINK ARE DIFFERENT

[kaorusetafangirl]

MAFUSAKI FANFIC!!

HI HELLO I GOT YOU FOR THE CONTROSEKA SECRET SANTA THING AND I LOVE MAFUSAKI NOW SO I WILL WRITE THEM FOR YOU!!!( ALSO WHEN WORDS ARE WRITTEN WITH APOSTROPHES IN THE DIALOGUE IT’S ENGLISH!!!!!) ALSO IM SO SORRY IT’S ON TUMBLR I DONT HAVE AN AO3 ACCOUNT AND I DONT USE WATTPAD

asahina mafuyu, the second year intelligent prodigy that all of her peers both admired and envied. she was not very used to being invited to hang out with people, due to quick assumptions that she would not have time to do such silly things like karaoke or simply study with other people besides herself.

maybe she just didn’t want to, or she really was caught up in her studies so she could make her mom proud of her, just like she wanted.

why though, did she feel so lonely her entire life? why would she often find herself in her childhood years, pondering the feeling of how it would be to have a sleepover with a few friends? was it weird that she had never attended many group events unless they related to academics? 

as she got older, she would begin to understand her emotions less and less, no one would be there to help her, and she was too afraid to ask for assistance. 

although she was able to hold up a facade in front of people, there were still a few people who realized she was too flawless to be real. too kind to not have ulterior motives, yes? 

tenma saki, a girl just one year younger than her. she did not notice her too much for the most part, but she would always make sure to greet her with a smile when she would pass bye her.

“good morning asahina-san!” with a wide smile plastered on her face. mafuyu’s response was normally a nod with a light smile in return. not that she was disinterested, but when they held conversations, she did not seem to talk too much during them. most of the time, it would get cut off by the sound of a bell or she would claim she was needed somewhere, so she would kindly excuse herself and leave.

it wasn’t that saki didn’t mind it, she understood that mafuyu was known to be a very busy student, often being seen busy with club activities or simply studying. although, she wished she could get to know her more sincerely. how was she so kind to everyone? how come there was not too much background information on her? she decided that she would attempt to get to know her better.

saki decided she would come up with a little plan in order to get her to hang out with her, a simple one that she was bound to agree to.

as saki slowly walked, purposely trying to run into mafuyu but making it seem more like a coincidence, she saw dark purple hair tied up neatly into a high ponytail, held in place with a yellow scrunchie.

“asahina-san! are you going to have your lunch now?” saki asked, catching up with her target.

mafuyu turned back and had the same simple gaze, she seemed so bright but why did it feel so fake?

‘“oh, hello tenma-chan, yes i am going to go eat my lunch outside, my classroom is a bit crowded,” she replied, somewhat reluctant but not rudely 

“that’s great! do you mind if i can join you? i have a small request if it’s not too sudden or rude,” this request was a part of her plan as well, yes, a simple but meaningful request

“that’s alright, sure.. what is your request?”

“i’m struggling in english, and i was told that you were known for being an honor student in the class! i’m very behind having missed so much school over these last few years.”

“oh, yes i can help with that. what are you having trouble with?”

“my teachers told me to work on my pronunciation and. ‘pronouns?’ they’re a bit weird.”

“alright, i can help with that. we can sit here,” mafuyu told her as they arrived to an empty bench under a shaded tree.

mafuyu took out her bento which contained a very nice assortment of healthy foods, neatly packed in. saki watched with curious eyes, this girl was really good at everything, wasn’t she?

“wow, did you make that? it looks amazing!” saki asked before they began their mini-lesson

“oh, my lunch? no, my mom makes them for me. she is a great cook,” she replied while beginning to eat part of the meal.

“oh wow, your mom must be great! my older brother helps me with mine!”

saki noticed mafuyu slightly frown at the comment, but only momentarily before she responded with a nod and smile while chewing food.

they began working on saki’s english over the duration of lunch, and saki was able to learn a bit, although not too much, about her upperclassman. she noticed that she was slightly indecisive, hesitating to answer simple questions such as “what’s your favorite color?” but she did not want to push into it too much. she also noted that she was slightly awkward, and didn’t seem to talk too much unless saki asked something or while they were still going over the material on english.

the process might be slow, but if it was worth the wait, saki would be patient to get to know her better. who knows? maybe one day they will be close enough to go by first names, or hug when they see each other. is little saki is beginning to form a hallway crush as they call it? maybe she is.

HIHI THANK YOU FOR READING!!! SORRY IT’S NOT TOO ROMANTIC, I PLANNED ON ADDING MORE TO IT BUT I DONT REALLY KNOW YOUR PERSONAL PREFERENCES SO I JUST STARTED MORE OF A LITTLE SCENARIO ON THE STARTING ACTION OF THEIR RELATIONSHIP!!! ANYWAY I HOPE YOU ENJOYED THIS BECAUSE IT WAS FUN TO WRITE! MAFUSAKI THE WORLD ☆

[starjxsung]

this is literally just a little rant about the skz thing because i have no one to talk to about it.

for the skz thing that’s going on right now. i probably won’t be listening to the song at least in the near future. (im not sure if i ever will tho tbh) and i dont agree with the collaboration. but i also don’t agree with all the hate they have been receiving.

it’s hard to judge this situation as we all know they are under strict contracts. and as much as we want them to speak out about these issues most people should understand that’s it probably won’t happen for as long as they are under jyp and are following traditional k-pop “guidelines”.

also i’ve seen a lot of people talking about felix apologizing for the coke bottle in his live stream and talking about if he could speak about that why can’t he speak about this. tbh for all we know he could have in big time trouble for that, we honestly don’t know what’s happening behind the scenes. there is also probably a lot of legal shit, that they can’t breach without getting sued.

At the end of the day i’m ignoring the problems at hand, i will be boycotting the song just like i did the coke song and that’s that. but i will continue to support the boy with what they have plan ahead as i’ve always been an advocate of holding you faves accountable while still being able to support.

(idk if any of that made sense i literally was just brainlessly trying the things i have been thinking)

I understand this too. Kpop is so much about contracts and maintaining silence and not taking stances, and it’s a big part of why it SUCKS to be within the sphere of kpop right now. I think I’m personally just annoyed with the silence and it’s inhibiting my desire to support a lot of things right now. Seeing the thousands of people dying and then logging on to see dancing tik toks or the met gala or luxury fashion events. It’s very “let them eat cake” mentality and it just feels so unimportant in the grand scheme of things

I also don’t want to make kpop the sole focus of my activism. Like yeah I’m annoyed of them for not saying anything, but at the end of the day let’s go back to talking about Palestine. Viewing the genocide only through the lens of a kpop boy band feels very narcissistic. I personally won’t be supporting a lot of stuff right now and I know that skz will not lose their relevancy as they’re on such an upward trajectory, but it’s a personal moral decision and anybody else who chooses to do the same is valid in their decision, too.

I see them again in August, but I hope people know I don’t agree with their actions right now. My activism isn’t perfect either but I’m donating and I’m doing what I can and I’m not platforming people I know to be Zionists. It’s free Palestine ALWAYS

[clandestine-sadboy]

My final letter to you

my dearest friend, my last lover, my person,

….Je ne te mérite pas….

I remember you in the little ways, and it brings me joy. To be close with you again even though it is only in spirit. I leave myself to process my thoughts, feelings… my emotions about you. My love for you will never ever subside. For my own well being I needed to accept all that has happened. I am ashamed of the ways I’ve changed you as a person. I feel everything under the sun, my biggest fear is never ever seeing you again, never laughing with you again; I really meant it when I said I loved you. Emotions are so so powerful, sure… go figure. Right? It’s just one of those things you knew in the back of your mind but never truly understood the gravity of it. Truth is, i have done so much shitty shit in my lifetime- that to a certain extent I actually learned how to control my emotions and thoughts. Despite reality. I learned how to give my all into someone, and I learned how to not annoy others with my hyper activity, I learned how to love less, I learned how to emotionally disconnect and reconnect time and time again. I learned how to distract myself from the bad thoughts, even when it all came rushing back- sooner or later I would regain control and focus on something else. In many ways I don’t think you deserved me and the way I loved you sometimes… And I don’t think I deserved you- at all. Any part of you. I’m well aware we both have feelings that we never thought we’d ever feel, and it’s because of the other. The hardest reality I’ve come to realize is; we slowly took the best parts in each other and completely exhausted them to the point of death and now we’re not the same people we used to be. I don’t know who you are and you don’t know me either. Life is so fucking unfair and it’s so hard to even understand. Sometimes I miss you and sometimes that’s all I fucking feel. Is just… a longing crave for you. The worst pain follows every single time; I miss someone who doesn’t exist anymore, maybe someone who never existed in the first place… because of me. I hurt you time and time again because I couldn’t process my emotions, I was so insecure I filled in the empty spaces, and when you didn’t live up to the version of you I made up in my head I punished you for it. All of this realized, too late. I try so hard not to think about what you’re thinking or what you’re doing, or why you treated me certain ways… all this thinking of you leaves me with nothing but quartions, building up into hurt, anger, confusion. I have been forced to grow and heal the deepest parts of myself, parts of me I never knew existed. I just wanna talk to you, but I can’t even bring myself to try. I still move through my life and want to tell you things. Which is one of the hardest things to come from all this, I never thought I’d not be able to tell you something. So incase you were wondering, yes I still love you. No I don’t want to be with you. Yes I’m still hurting. No I don’t move through life blind from my shortcomings in our relationship. Yes I still crave you. No I haven’t been cooped up in my room dwelling on what used to be. Yes I’ve slept with other people since we broke up. No I don’t want another relationship. Yes I am lonely and still feel like you are the only one for me. No I haven’t been talking shit about you. Yes I’ve been honest about what transpired between us. No I havent been doing so well. Yes I have been actively trying to listen to what you said to me and be better. No I don’t think everything is all my fault. Yes I am upset with you and get bitter sometimes still. No I dont feel ready to talk to you. Yes I see the petty ways you’ve tried to get to me. No I don’t hold it against you. Yes I am actually happy for you and hope the best in your life. No I don’t think I understand everything. Yes I give you the benefit of my doubt. No I don’t think I am innocent. Yes i want to reconnect in some sort of way with you one day when we’re both ready. No I don’t hate you. Yes it hurts, all of it… it hurts so bad. I’ve been happier though. And I know you have been too.

You still inspire me to be a better person. Thank you. For existing and being my rock. You’ve made such an impact in my life that even when you’re not around you help me. So no, there’s nothing I regret. Other than the mistakes that I have made that led me into this position I am in today. I’m sorry, I hope one day for your forgiveness. I hope one day we both live happy, stable, healthy lives. I hope our babies are doing well and thank you for blessing me with all the love and comfort over the years. I’ll shamelessly miss, love and care for you for the rest of my life. I’ll always be there for you if you we’re to ever need me. If you were to ever call me, I’d always pick up. If you were to ask me for a favour I’d always do my best to help aid you. I’ll always remember and absolutely treasure the laughs and memories with you. And I’ll always think of you on December 4th, when I see the number 8, when I go to the casino, when I get a new outfit, when someone says my person, when all those movies and tv shows and songs play, when I dye my hair blonde, when I think of BC, whenever I see a dog, whenever I’m one a drive, whenever I sing or take a shower… yanno, I think you get the point. But last but not least and I’ll always… ALWAYS feel joy when I hear/see your name.

But I don’t deserve you, I never have. I’m sorry I was unable to be who you needed me to be, who I promised I’d be for you. I love you, I loved you and I will always feel love for you.

Sincerely, with love and passion,

T.K

[thelastscarab]

anger

I'm angry. I come back to anger whenever I try to think about the community. It was fear before - perhaps a lot of it still is, but anger feels more apt just now. I'm not really sure what's better.

Fear crippled me, made me hid from others, isolate myself. Its fear of what I am and fear that others will see what I am. Fear that I can't be myself, that I wont be accepted. I was recently given the term "rejection sensitive dysphoria" - to me basically meaning that I'm so crippled by the fear that I'll be rejected by people that I don't have the capacity to put myself out there at all.

Anger feels better. It feels more powerful. I know that sounds narcissistic and unhealthy, but I find it hard to see it that way. I'm angry because I feel wronged, not just because I am wrong. In anger at least I find some self worth. I can accept I did wrong and messed up, but also believe that I didn't deserve to be treated the way I have been. I'm allowed to be hurt. I'm allowed to dislike my suffering, and those I feel wronged me.

I know I have to work through anger the same as I would have to work through fear. I dont' want to stay in a state of anger, but at least it's better for me. I don't want to be here, but here is better than where I was.

People have wronged me, and my feelings towards them are my own. I don't want to make them anyone else’s problem, but I also don't see why I should force myself to overcome these feelings prematurely when no one did that for me.

The people who I'm angry with; at best they abandoned me during the hardest part of my life. At worst they took the parts of me that I was already ashamed of, was working on, and trusted them with in vulnerability and used those things against me, making my weaknesses and hurts public knowledge. My trust was betrayed by people who promised me fidelity and safety. I'm not really sure how to get past that.

Others chose to share their problems with me, things that I want to know so I can make amends and do better, with others before talking to me. It was "emotional labor" for them to express concerns to me, but to spread them around like social poison took no effort at all. And the other "friends" who heard their reports had no problem sharing them until a reputation is established. A reputation no one came to me to ask about.

It's odd because I do want to forgive some of them: those who said they were my friends, then vanished and pretended like I didn't exist when the parts of me I'm least proud of were made public. Hell, even the person who said they didn't hate me - though they withheld forgiveness for my mistakes against them, and chose to make public those mistakes - to an extent. Others who have uninvited me from events and added to the ostracization I feel, maybe.

Some of them, it feels better to hate: the "Community leader" who said they were my friend and reassured me that the community was a safe place, who then took the word of my blackmailer and abuser - who waited to reach out to me until they had already made up their mind that I needed to publicly suffer for my mistakes, approached me under the guise of being concerned for my mental health and took things I said in vulnerable confidence to them - as a "friend" - and made them public, out of context. Also the person who spread their opinion of me as a "fuckboy" as fact, even though I have never yet been to an event with them where they didn't have plans to beat, fuck, or even fist a new person. (I wonder how my fear filled bids for affection and connections are fuckboy behavior, but actively approaching every femme person in our community asking to do sexual play at the next event, even if that femme isn't sure is acceptable?)

Some I still fear: the people I said genuinely dumb, insensitive, or offensive things to - I see why they would hate me, and I don't hold their rejection against me. I expect that sort of rejection from everyone at this point, and they have .

Yet the path do dealing with any of these complicated feelings towards any of them is unclear to me. Do I just pretend that the negative feelings don't exist where I can? Do I hold onto the feelings? What is the path back? What is the path to being whole that doesn't involve constantly apologizing, not just for mistakes - I'm ok with apologizing for those - but for myself?

I feel thats what I have to do: apologize for myself - for existing as me, for not knowing what "me" is exactly, for having to grow, for not being enough. Fuck that. I don't have to apologize for being myself. I'll own up for what I've done wrong, and where I need to grow because I DO need to grow. I have been actively trying to better myself and had been before those I trusted decided to make the mistakes I was recovering from into everyone's business. But who I am doesn't need explaining, justifying, or forgiveness. Its just me.

I am still growing, still figuring out, and still recovering. Thats ok. Fuck everyone else if they can't respect that. I'm worth more. I deserve more. And I want to do the work necessary to get it.