#if i keep talking i will need 30 more tags so i'll stop here

[kaiserouo]

puppies go shopping

idk if that color makes it better or not so im just leaving the normal version here

[just-my-latest-hyperfixation]

We'll give it a shot

Written for the @steddieholidaydrabbles, day 30/31

Prompt: New year's resolutions

Rated: G

CW: aftermath of injury; aftermath of trauma

Tags: Established relationship; recovery; fluff

Notes: Continued from days 3 and 18 - @house-of-the-moving-image and I just wanted them to be happy after all we put them through. 😭❤️

Steve has always been all movement, all fluid grace, for as long as Eddie remembers. On the pitch, in the pool. Shielding others with his own body, his strength. He was proud of this. It was the one thing he knew he was good at.

And then Vecna nearly twisted his limbs from his body. Broke his arm in three different places, his leg in five.

“They say I'll need to be patient,” Steve tells Eddie a few months after everything, hands tangled over the middle console of the van. It's late December and they're on their way back from physical therapy. “Could be months before I walk without crutches. Years maybe before I'm back to the way I was before… or close.”

Eddie clenches his free hand around the steering wheel, like Steve clung to that stupid handrail earlier. White-knuckled and pale-faced, jaw locked tight as he struggled to take a few shaky steps. Not for the first time, he wishes that he'd been faster, pulled him out sooner-

“Eds.”

He snaps back to the present as if pulled by a bungee rope. Steve’s eyes are warm and soft.

“Stop it,” he says, gentle and firm and so very strong, so very Steve. Eddie needs to swallow against the sudden thickness clogging his throat. “You've nothing to hold against yourself. You saved me.”

“You saved yourself,” Eddie huffs, eyes stubbornly trained on the snowy road. “I helped, is all. You can do this, too. You'll be walking in no time, you just wait.”

“Dunno,” Steve mutters. He sounds so small, so broken, so very much not like himself, and Eddie wishes he could resurrect Vecna, simply to kill him again. Make it more painful this time, let him suffer like he made them suffer. “You saw me just now. Feels like I need to fight forever for every little inch of success.”

“Let's make a deal?”

The words are out before Eddie can think better of it, but the sadness on Steve’s face has given way to curiosity, so he shoulders on.

“We could make it a new year's resolution. If you manage to walk by … July, let's say, I'll quit smoking.”

“Oh, please!” Steve's eyebrow quirks. “As if you could.”

“Of course I could. I'm tired of you whining about my cigarette breath anyhow. What's wrong, big boy? Scared of getting your ass handed to you?”

“Fuck off,” Steve grouses, but his mouth is curling into a smile and his eyes are sparkling. “It's on, dude!”

“Hell, yeah!” Eddie makes no attempt at hiding his smug grin. Count on Steve’s competitive streak to win him over. “It's so on!”

*

“Oh God,” Steve squawks the second his hands lose contact with the crutches. “It's off. Eds, it's off, give’m here.”

“Nuh-uh!” Eddie dances a step back - not far, still close enough to catch Steve in case he falls, but far enough to keep the crutches out of reach. “Just give it a shot, c’mon. You got this.”

Over the distance between them, their eyes meet.

“I've gotcha.”

Steve's eyes light up and a small laugh bubbles from his throat.

And then he walks.

Eddie makes sure to stay a bit ahead, spouting a never-ending string of encouragement and jokes and sweet nonsense. Just keeps talking so that Steve can focus on something other than the fear and the doubt. Guides him with his voice like he's done before, like he'll keep doing for as long as Steve needs, as long as he wants.

The first steps are unsure and wobbly, but soon enough, Steve finds his footing. They've both kicked off their shoes, and the dry summer grass is brittle under their naked feet, the earth soft and warm. The sound of their footfalls mingles with the whirr of the cicadas in the grass, the rush of his own blood in his ears, their mingled laughter, a gorgeous, wonderful symphony of alive, alive, alive.

When Steve’s legs give out and he stumbles, Eddie is there. He cushions their fall with his own body and they go down in a tangle of limbs and laughter, lips meeting before they even hit the ground. The crutches go clattering somewhere to the side.

“I did it!” Steve gasps against his mouth, and Eddie can't tell if the sound is more laugh or more sob. “Shit, did you- did you see that? I did it!”

“You did it,” Eddie rumbles, hands in Steve's hair, kissing his lips and nose and eyes and anything he can reach between words. Both their cheeks are wet with tears, but they're good tears, finally good tears, and he can’t tell whose they are anymore. It doesn't matter. All that matters is that they’re alive, and here, and together. “Fuck yeah, you did, always knew you would. So strong, so amazing. Love you so much.”

Steve makes another sound, a raw thing so full of emotion it makes Eddie’s heart flutter, and crashes their lips together again, firmer, longer. Eddie sighs as a hesitant tongue coaxes at his lips, opens up, lets him in.

And then Steve groans and pulls back.

“What?” Eddie asks, insides twisting with worry. “Shit, did you hurt yourself? What-”

“‘m fine!” Steve wheezes, glancing up at him with watery eyes. “You just taste like an ashtray, is all.”

“Oh, c'mon!” Eddie grouses while Steve rolls off him, flops onto his back in the grass. “I had like half a cig this morning.”

“Half a cig too much, then,” Steve beams up at him, all glinting teeth and gold-streaked hair in the sunlight, eyes sparkling with mirth and alive, alive, alive. “I win.”

Eddie pouts. “What though? Can't remember agreeing on a prize, this was all fun and-”

One strong, nimble hand tangles in the collar of his shirt, pulls him in.

“Shut up and kiss me, ash breath.”

Eddie has never obeyed an order more gladly in his life.

All my holiday drabbles

[junkissed]

soooo I can't stop thinking about ocean's view 😭 like I loved it sm 🥹 can you spare some thoughts.. about what happened after 👁️ I hope they didn't live very far away from each other 😭 also wtf jun is so romantic for saying he imagined himself with you at the altar like wtf boy do you want me on the floor for you and your cuteness 😭

yes ofc!! so it's implied that they're from the same city because they're at the same wedding so it would make sense that they both live close to the bride & groom, and therefore close to each other. probably nearby but not too close, and because reader doesn't go to many parties it would make sense they haven't seen each other before even though they share mutual friends. i imagined it as opposite sides of the same town so they're probably like 15 to 30 minutes apart at most :) so still pretty close and they will definitely get together officially once they get back home! i had a couple extra scenes planned at the end (that i didn't end up writing because i didn't have the energy and i just really wanted to get the fic done lol) so i'll put it in bullet points under the cut :)

member — junhui x reader word count — 0.9k warnings — fluff, bullet points, slightly suggestive but no details read the original fic: "ocean view" here! this is a continuation of the story so it won't make sense if you haven't read the fic so go do that first lol

jun sits at your table for the whole reception and you have really great conversations getting to know each other

at some point joshua comes around asking if anyone has seen where he's supposed to sit because he can't find his name tag. jun points him towards his old seat and slips joshua's name card into his pocket when he's not looking, so they did successfully switch and no one found out lol

there's eating, dancing, more secret kissing in the corner once it gets dark and no one can see them

but it gets late, so you and jun decide it's time to part ways. and obviously this time you make sure to exchange phone numbers and info before you leave because there's no way you're throwing away this opportunity twice in a row

you tell jun you'd love to spend the night with him again, but that you have to leave for your flight tonight. jun laughs and says it wouldn't have worked anyway; his flight is also tonight, and he suggests that you carpool. you still don't know that you're from the same city, so you assume he's just joking and you give him another kiss (a very passionate one that almost makes you rethink turning down the carpool offer) but then you both go back to your hotels to pack.

you get to the airport that night and you've just gotten through security and you're walking around looking for your gate and guess who you bump into? and he not only happens to be headed to the same city as you, but he's also on the same airline, the exact same flight at the exact same time!

you sit in the waiting area together and laugh about fate and coincidences, and you're starting to believe what the tarot lady said because the circumstances are too perfect and everything is working out a little too perfectly

you keep chatting until the plane starts boarding, and you get called up to board first so you assume this is (finally) where you say goodbye. you wave and give him a hug and promise to meet up again once the plane lands

you're settled in your seat, pulling out your phone to text him and see where he's sitting, when you hear a voice beside you and you look up and there he is again

he makes a joke about how you just can't seem to get rid of him, and you tell him that you wouldn't want to get rid of him even if you tried, because you already did try and you're glad that the universe had other plans

turns out you're not just on the same flight but your seats are also right next to each other, so there's no need to bribe anyone to switch this time hehe

it's a long flight but it passes by quickly because you have such good company :) lots more talking and getting to know each other

maybe towards the end of the flight he starts to get a little handsy, because he's wanted you so bad ever since he saw you again at the wedding but he was trying to be polite and all that tense sexual energy is finally getting to him

but you manage to hold off until you make it off the plane, and since your house isn't too far out of his way anyway you do decide to actually carpool home

now it's your turn for payback and you're teasing him the whole time he's driving

then you finally arrive at your house and you can't keep your hands off of each other any longer so he decides to spend the night... and you can imagine the rest

you ignore a whole bunch of texts from jeonghan who is demanding to know all the details because he saw you leaving the wedding with jun and you had the biggest smile on your face and he needs to know whether you reconnected with your mystery man or not

another fun detail that i wanted to add but didn't end up writing: for the bachelorette party the night before the wedding, they hired a stripper named hoshi and he was wearing a tiger print thong giving everyone lap dances

i won't be writing a sequel to this fic since this is basically all that i had planned and i've already put it into bullet points, but i hope you liked this little extra snippet!! i always love sharing stuff that didn't make it into the final fic so always feel free to send asks like this <3

no taglist since this isn't really a fic, but you can always join my permanent taglist here!

[barrenclan]

I think that cormorantpaw is just father by the front bottoms but turned into a bisexual cat

I mean, that's not inaccurate.

I have this dream that I am hitting my dad with a baseball bat And he is screaming and crying for help And maybe halfway through, it has more to do with me killing him Then it ever did protecting myself

As soon as I come, you will probably forget my name I hope I fall asleep at the wheel and crash my car on the ride home Or I could just stay here

Haha, a Spongebob song. I worked that show last summer so I've heard these songs a lot. I like the idea, though!

Stay away from the future (Stay away... stay away from the future) (The end is coming, the end is coming!) No point in making plans (No point in making plans) It's all deranged (The end is coming, the end is coming!) (It's all deranged...) No control (No control...) (The end is coming, the end is coming! The end. is. coming!)

It doesn't seem to have been! The music tag is quite long at this point so it's pretty hard to find old songs.

When life loses meaning, there doesn't need to be a reason There doesn't need to be a reason, there doesn't need to be a reason

When you're stuck in this position It's like training for the wrong conditions You've been training for the wrong conditions

Aw gosh, that makes me a little bit sad. Beautiful song, though. I can hear her as a good voice claim for Slugpelt, too.

Any place is better Starting from zero, got nothing to lose Maybe we'll make something Me, myself, I got nothing to prove

You got a fast car I got a plan to get us out of here I been working at the convenience store Managed to save just a little bit of money Won't have to drive too far Just 'cross the border and into the city You and I can both get jobs And finally see what it means to be living

Thanks, I'm glad you like the comic! I'll check out the album.

Ooh, spooky!

Don't cry when lanterns fade Soon we'll be awakened But it breaks my heart to say No one will save you now

Listen closely for your sister's footsteps Lest you fade here all alone I have never seen a night this haunting In these streets of blood and bone

Wow, I'm honored to be the sponsor for your Tumblr account! I like this song for Cormorantpaw.

I was lost Calling out for someone just to come And show me love Teach me how to function as a modern man

Every night talking in my sleep to tell you That I lied and I was just pretending to keep Holding out for someone better

Very cool! And very Rainhaze and Ranger, or maybe early Prowl and Deepdark.

I made a post about this, a long time ago. Here it is:

Yeah, I can see it!

Pulling it up From the wet ground I couldn't stop Had to find out

Picking the scar I know it's the wrong call It won't bring the relief I know that I long for Some things are best left to rot Some things are best left to rot

I'm always taking song recommendations! It's like, at least 30% of my inbox at any given point in time.

Coyote I'm treading water Don't lead me Straight to the slaughter 

He's watching under the silver light  He's stalking now for a time that's right

[mommypills]

Life is Strange Rewrite

HELLO CHAT. i know it's been entirely too long since i've posted anything but i feel like i need to get this out somewhere besides in my poor friends' dms. i have no idea how active the LiS tags are, but it matters not; i am ready to unleash my super autism upon whoever is willing to read this post!

you've read the title, i assume. i started rewatching a playthrough of LiS and BtS fairly recently, though i've been a fan since... well... a while. at least since 2018, perhaps earlier. i will admit, i wasn't quite in tune with the story during those years because i was a young child. simply put, i grew up with this series—thank you for introducing me to these awkward lesbians, ma—and had almost no outside opinions to consider.

enter 2024 hal with internet access and a dozen friends who don't mind discussing things with me. i have one friend who has a distaste for the game and was in the same boat with me until somewhat recently. to keep it short, they don't like chloe because of all the things she's done throughout the entire game; especially the options where you choose to go against her. i have probably given chloe the benefit of the doubt for years due to my heavy relating to her character... unfortunately.

as you would guess, i consider myself a writer. i do writer things, like stare at a google doc for 30 minutes and wonder when my brain will finally let me get words on there. and because i am many more steps above my younger self in terms of writer brain, chloe's character confuses me to a curiously dog-shaped degree. i am conflicted. yes, her father died and max left her around that time, but would that justify or even make sense how she became the chloe in LiS? on the other hand, it makes sense. i have seen what happened to her happen to someone else. that gradual change, being stuck in the past whereas everyone has moved on, not having a support group, being infinitely lonely, falling into the deepest depths of the crevice of your brain... i understand; more so than the average LiS fan.

(if you're rory, my wife, stop reading from here, please <3 until we finish that watchalong)

i have always chalked chloe up as the sensitive type. she would never admit it, but i've always seen her as someone who is highly reactive to her environment. she took the death of her dad and max's departure disastrously, she was absolutely distraught when rachel was stabbed, she took rachel's death horribly, plus at any sign of "you will die" danger she immediately becomes rigid. i could just be unreactive, but this all seems to be signs of an environmentally sensitive individual—not to mention her general behavior when talking to max about the incident in the BtS DLC! i could just be misremembering that, though, so take that with a grain of salt. one could also interpret her being dependent on max—even before her dad's death—and later rachel. also she?? basically has hallucinations of her dad???? i guess???? why does nobody talk about that wtf

apologies, i went a little bit off-topic. my point in the last two paragraphs is that i am completely on the fence about chloe as a character. she is both liked and hated, and she is supposed to be a character we would be willing to sacrifice an entire town for. for some people, the bay vs bae option was obvious, whether it was because they hated chloe or adored her. here is the horrendous segue because i don't know how to connect this thought and the next.

i began to think: what if i were to rewrite life is strange and before the storm?

i'll give you some information and talking points on what i have currently (minus some bullet points i've omitted because they're not ready for the world) and you will tell me whether i should keep cooking or stop before i burn the building down.

BEFORE THE STORM

// change rachel's situation with her parents. make her justifiably hate her dad and make her go to her biological mother to tell the truth, i don't really get rachel's whole thing about her parents. it hurts to be lied to in general, but rose is the woman that raised you lil bro. i would get it if she were mistreated, but she wasn't. no reason to have the story based around that when it doesn't make sense, so let's switch it up. the easiest way to do this would be to make them abusive. make her think that things would be better if her bio mother stayed and/or if she met up with her (this would turn out wrong when they find out that she is an addict, and does a little bit of #manipulation.) not canon in the games, but making her biological mother a bad person would be very poetic. there could be an episode dedicated to chloe trying to pull rachel away from her bio mother because shes ass tm. and this transitions into my next idea...

// make chloe the "i can fix her" type, the residue of herself from before her father died. hell, make her character a bit different from the LiS 1 chloe! maybe have her be a combination of pre-william death chloe and post-william death chloe. this portion was initially "make it take place a year or two after william's death" but then i realized that it DOES take place approximately two years after. so, i'm changing this point to being "make it take place 6 months to a year after his death" so we can explore her character more. by the end of this, make chloe further traumatized. or at the very least, make all these events impact her so much that she ends up becoming the woman she is in LiS 1... of which some people in-game would describe her as "broken" or "irreversibly damaged" (i wrote this before learning that rachel's dad actually said this about her, by the way! jesus, man.) and make the thing longer than 3 damn episodes.

LIFE IS STRANGE

// make max and chloe parallel chloe and rachel, except their relationship gets less and less problematic as time goes on rachel's relationship with chloe is... certainly something. i don't have any strong opinions on amberprice, but what i DO know is that rachel is chloe's BIGGEST enabler and absolutely contributed to why she's like the way she is. she's like the devil on your shoulder saying "burn down that orphanage" except chloe doesn't have an angel on the other side. the thing that makes max different from chloe in BtS is that she is the "i can help her" type. all for therapy and shit. make them both go to therapy actually. perhaps even have a duo counseling scene where they air things out and finally forgive both themselves and each other. genuinely have no idea why therapy was never seriously included in any LiS game so far considering the kind of shit they go through.

and that is it! thank you for sitting through this hefty wall of text. i am infinitely sorry for yapping, but i'm just an autistic little lesbian who loves these dorky ass weirdos. i will not take any more of your time—this is where the post ends.

i was not eating those beans☹️

[hope-you-brought-kneepads-bitch]

A murderous game of cat and mouse

prologue

The first kill

Summary: Just a little pre story of Wanda's and Y/n's first interaction (through a murder and note)

Not proofread again, living life on the edge again

Part 1 here

Words: 1,454

Warnings: Minors DNI 18+ knife kink talk (of course) swearing, Wanda being a murderous stalker

Taglist: @xxxtwilightaxelxxx thanks for your tags! I keep rereading them Y/n is defiantly the bottom in this story 😂

"Please please! I haven't done anything to you why are you doing this?!" The man spat some blood onto the desk his head was just slammed against "pathetic" the voice said

"You can't even fend off a woman half your size" a stab to his chest had him screaming again making the woman roll her eyes "It's a good thing this room is soundproof because you're screaming like such a little bitch" she kicked him down to the floor watching the blood pour out of the multiple stab wounds on his body.

"Now before you die" kneeling down to the bloodied man he tried moving away but the grip on his leg prevented much movement "I need you to tell your boss it was the scarlet witch who killed you, okay? She needs to know it was me"

"Oh she'll know! I-I'll make sure so she'll catch you and kill you" he thought it sounded threatening and it was so funny to the redhead because that's exactly what she wanted "I'm counting on it, now you've got about 45 minutes left until you completely bleed out, keep your strength" she fished out his phone from his pocket sending a text to his boss

"She'll be here in 10 minutes, it's been a pleasure, thank you for being so cooperative" she left him with a swift kick to the stomach making him scream out in pain "now you have 30 minutes"

"Jarvis!" You burst through the door to your office seeing the man lay still groaning in pain "who did this?!" You knelt down trying to stop the bleeding but it was no use he had nearly bled out but a few whispered words were all he managed out "Scarl-scarlet Wit-witch"

"Is that who did this?!"

"Y-yes" he suddenly went limp, the light leaving his eyes and you dropped him to the floor standing up and pacing around the room "how did they get in?! Where was my security?!" You were pissed off clearly but even more so at your security, why did they let this murderer into the building?

"Y/n!" Natasha bursting through the door brought you out of your thoughts nearly tripping over the man's lifeless body "what the fuck happened?!"

"My right hand man was murdered in my fucking office" your voice was above a whisper trying to control your anger which was getting hard to do "the scarlet witch"

Nat didn't hear you "who?"

"Some bitch called the Scarlet witch! She killed him, I want to know everything about her, tell Tony to get on it" you stepped over your dead friend and sat at your desk looking through some papers

"Er...I know you don't like showing much emotion to the men around here because of this feminist thing going on but a man is dead" the Russian was cautious approaching your desk knowing how impulsive you were, her broken shoulder was a testament to that.

You sighed throwing the papers to the floor "I just-I knew this was going to happen, that stupid note I got the other day literally said 'I'll kill someone close to you to show much I love you' I ignored it because it sounded ridiculous, I'm a fucking idiot"

"Okay" she stood behind you and started to massage your shoulders even when you tried to pull away you were pulled back against the chair "let me help you relax, yeah okay Jarvis is dead and will need moving soon because in a few days he'll start to smell, but hey, least it wasn't me right?"

You were quiet, a little too long for Nat's liking so she gripped your shoulders harshly making you wince "ouch! Fine just stop i'm glad it's not you laying dead and emptied of blood on the floor in front of me"

She smiled and relaxed her grip returning to the nice massage she was doing "thank you" she said sweetly remaining silent as she continued her massage

"Do you want to go home?" She whispered to you when she saw that your eyes were dropping, you nodded and let the woman pick you up in a bridal carry which made you giggle "such a strong Russian mob assistant"

"You're such a brat I don't know why I put up with you"

You shrugged "because I'm the best and the only friend/sex partner who puts up with your bullshit"

Nat rolled her eyes but agreed "yeah I guess, you're still a brat though, what are we doing about him?"

Your eyes snapped to the floor realising the whole reason you were here in the first place, the murder of your right hand man, great you'd need to find a new one now

"Call Bucky to take him away, luckily he didn't have a family so there's no funeral needed" was it harsh? Yes, but you didn't need to hassle right now "I get it, okay I'll call Bucky later, now come on let's get you home my sweet little ice princess"

"Never and I mean never say that to me again, in fact put me down you've made everything weird and I feel uncomfortable" you pretty much jumped out of her arms falling to the floor

"I thought you loved baby talk" she laughed watching you scramble off of the floor "shut up Natalia"

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You arrived at your apartment after telling Bucky about the murder and picking up some burgers since you hadn't eaten in forever, however your small amount of happiness was short lived when you saw the front door with a note on it signed by 'The Scarlet Witch'

"Are you gonna read it?" Nat peered over your shoulder while you were deciding what to do, you sighed and snatched the note opening it

"A beautiful soul like yourself shouldn't be beating yourself up over the man who didn't even respect you, please know that I killed him out of love for you, I've watched you for months and my infatuation only grows with each passing minute, you need respect and loyalty which is something only I can give you, maybe one day in person I can do that"

💋 The Scarlet Witch

"She sounds psychotic" Nat shuddered pushing past you opening the door and laying the food out on the side, she fell onto the couch where no doubt she would stay the rest of the night.

You however and for some sick reason were still reading and re-reading the note tracing your fingertips over the kiss mark she left and talking to yourself "a little cat and mouse chase never hurt anyone right?"

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Scarlet Witch titled the knife around her fingers admiring the present she bought for you, would you accept the gift? Maybe you'd also twirl it around your fingers or maybe you'd run the blade across your tongue when it's covered in the blood from your victims, either way she was excited to find out

"Oh moya krasavista if only you were here, I'd carve you up for myself, leave pretty marks all over your body and listen to the soft whimpers that would leave your pretty lips" she had started tracing the knife along her own neck and then past her chest imagining it was your hands doing it but before her thoughts could go any further she stopped herself "no, no, just a few more of her men, need to stay focused before I can start enjoying myself a little more"

She put the knife down onto a picture of you she took secretly when you were in the park, you looked so beautiful in her eyes, sat all alone on a bench in the park eyes closed so in your own head you didn't notice her with the camera, so cute and vulnerable. God she couldn't wait until the day you both met, how sweet it would be.

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"Are you serious?! You think this psychotic bitch is hot? You don't even know what she looks like or even if she is a woman" obviously Nat didn't take the news well about how you were feeling about this killer that was out to get you and your men

"Oh come on Nat, this is the most exciting thing that's happened in months! I'm allowed to have some fun"

Nat finished the bottle of vodka she had been drinking throwing it to the ground smashing it to pieces making you jump, she was so dramatic.

"Natalia! Calm the fuck down will you?! Nothing will happen to you, just the riff raff that can't handle a killer woman"

The redhead groaned knowing she wouldn't get through to you and instead got a dustpan and brush to clean the broken glass on the floor "I hope you know what you're doing"

You sighed "so do I"

[aesrot]

Hello! :3

I have seen, things of the magnus archives that you have posted and would like to know if I should watch it (and I wanna give you an excuse to talk about it of course)

So, what is the magnus archives, where can I observe it, and would you reccomend watching it?

Ohohoh why hello there >:3

you should DEFINITELY get into tma, and I'm not biased at all, nope! I do recommend it a lot tho, it's very very good, very well written and produced. Rusty Quill, the creators of this magnificent piece of art, put a lot of thought and detail into it, and a lot of passion as well. you'll not regret listening to it (unless if you'd rather keep yourself sane, but why would someone want that, amrite? <- says with huge bags under its eyes from countless sleepless nights)

So, the podcast is about this guy who works at the Magnus Institute, in London, a place that researches the paranormal. Jon Sims, our main character, works at the Archives, reading statements and sending his assistants to look further into the ones he deems as legitimate. As the story progresses, you start noticing some... patterns within the statements he reads, some names appear more often than not, some people are involved with more than they appear (or want) to be, as well as some spooky stuff happening to the members of the archives. your fears are more powerful than you think :)

oh, you might be interested to know that there are (multiple!) queer characters in this as well :D horror and queer, what other reason do you need to start listening to this asap??

anyway, the story is told through the recordings of the statements, but it goes wayyy beyond that. I won't lie, I struggled a bit through the first season bc the pacing is a bit slower (as it goes at the beginning of any story, yk), but then I got eager and eager to understand what tf was going on and couldn't stop listening. there's 200 episodes + some very cool extras. 5 seasons total, 40 eps each. I think it's around 20-30 min each episode. I listened to it on Spotify, but they're also on YouTube and other platforms. iirc they added trigger warnings on the description of each episode, it is a story about fear, after all, so keep an eye out.

I think thats pretty much it, I'm trying to say as much as I can without spoiling anything. speaking of which, you might want to filter spoilers here. unfortunately 'tma spoilers' is not enough, some people only tag for each season, I had to filter like 'tma season 1', 'tma s1 spoilers' and other variations, which was annoying. specially bc some people don't tag spoilers at all, and I'll be forever salty for getting spoiled for the finale.

anyways, if your want to ask me anything else and share your thoughts pls pls do, I'll be delighted :D you might've seen me, static, lilith and some others headcanon-ing and assigning jrwi characters with tma stuff, and I would love to know what you think as well :3

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#friend art - 28 posts

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#maybe i just need that data transfer cable but i don’t really want to leave it plugged into the headset while i’m moving around a lot yknow

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Lately I’ve been feeling in… A massive creative slump. And by ‘lately’ I mean the past couple years.

It seems like i can’t have an idea or start a writing project without abandoning it. Even as passionate as I was about SHY, i now feel nothing for it.

I actually do feel like that’s part of the problem, is that no one engages with my work. But then again, I have to actually make stuff for people to engage with it, so that’s kind of a catch 22.

There was also Dragon Ball: After Death, and a TMA fan story, too. Neither of which got very far before I abandoned them. Even some more original stories have completely faded from my imagination.

I’ve tried keeping a ‘writing journal’ where I write three pages every week of anything. I’ve tried holding myself to a small word count every day. These things worked for a short period of time before I just forgot to do them.

I really don’t understand why I can’t seem to gain any momentum on anything.

I know all the basic advice, “the best way to start writing is to start writing”, “the best writers read”, and so on. Anything you can just google, i know. I need something deeper.

Are there any writers out there that can help me? I really don’t know what to do.

6 notes - Posted August 3, 2022

#4

11/30/22 - In the Hall of the Golden Goddess

There it is, folks. The last entry for Novembeat this year. Hope you enjoyed. Let me know which one was your favorite if you want. Keep an eye out for @the-backspin-alchemist's music for my stuff, and I'll probably be making a masterpost for all this tomorrow, if I have time.

See you next year!

Or, yknow. Next week if you're following me here.

Lanter enters Tasimira’s hall, the gilded casino, with rows of gambling tables on each side of him, framed by golden pillars.

At the far end, on a throne of dice, sits the Goddess of Fate and Chance herself, as tall as five men.

“Well, well.” She says. “If it isn’t my delinquent proxy. Did you come to apologize for ignoring me, or did you just miss our face-to-face talks that much?”

“Shut your mouth.” Lanter tells her.

He stands at his full height, ready for a confrontation. He’s only able to make eye contact with her knee.

“Excuse me!?” She blinks, taken aback.

“I’ve met your sons, and I’ve met your daughters. Not all of them, but enough. I see through your facade now. I know you never intended to follow through on the deal we made, did you? It didn’t matter how much money I gathered for you, you never had the power to bring her back.”

“Now. The situation was fairly complicated…” Tasimira frowns.

“No. No, it wasn’t.” Lanter interrupts her. “Shut up and let me finish. You’re a fucking child playing with people’s lives. You had all the guts to stand up and declare yourself queen at the beginning of time, and yet, I have yet to see evidence of you actually wield that title with any level of authority or responsibility.”

“Hold on. To be fair, it wasn’t me that took your fiancee. That was entirely Nera’s doing.” Tasimira holds up a hand to stop him, as if defending herself from his words.

“And now you’re deflecting your responsibility onto the goddess of Pain and Death. If you were really going to act like a queen, you’d keep the rest of your pantheon in line.”

“What are you trying to get at? I’m a very busy goddess, so would you mind getting to the point?” Tasimira sighs.

He’s starting to get under her skin.

Good.

“That you’re either an incompetent fool of a goddess, or you’re outright malicious. Either way, you’re entirely unfit to be a goddess at all, let alone Queen of the Pantheon.” Lanter spits on the floor.

“How dare you. I won’t stand for such acquisitions. Why, I have half a mind to smite you in a thousand different ways this instant!” Tasimira glares at him

“But you won’t.” Lanter smirks. “Because you need me. I’m your agent of chaos, your rogue agent. I’m the wildcard. Without people like me, your ‘story’ falls apart. Whatever you want, you need conflict. It fuels you. You crave drama. And you need me to make that happen.”

Tasimira sighs, and slumps down in her throne sullenly. “Well, then what now? What will the ever observant Lanter Spade do next?”

“Whatever the fuck I want.” Lanter tells her. “Since I know you’re not gonna do jack shit about it. Next time you give me a mission or an order or whatever you call it, I’ll decide if it’s worth my time or not. Because now I see through your facade. And I’m not gonna let you fuck with me anymore. And boy I’m gonna make you regret making me your proxy. Because I’m the only person I know that’s more petty, more selfish, and more malicious than you are.”

With that as his last word, he turns and leaves Tasimira’s hall, flipping her off on the way out. No doubt she’ll be sulking about this one for the next few years, if not a couple hundred.

6 notes - Posted November 30, 2022

#3

000000 QAN[T] Raiser GN Full Twenty Sword Final Battle GN Particle Accelerator Type

12 notes - Posted April 20, 2022

#2

$35 SD Sinanju kit.

Comes with all these extra really big parts for some reason.

20 notes - Posted August 21, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

i’m honestly shocked there’s not a larger horror community here on tumblr.

I mean sure, yeah, all right, The Magnus Archives blewed up,

But what about Marble Hornets? That seems right up tumblr’s alley, where’s that fandom at?

And while I’m at it, where’s the Mandela Catelogue fandom? There’s enough going on there to speculate for years even though there isn’t much source material.

And you’re sleeping hard on Darkness Under My Bed, too, istg. Y’all like Markiplier but not horror games?? Bruh, Markiplier is what got me into horror games.

And for all the talk about “biblically accurate” this and that, i’m sure seeing a lot of not-the FAITH series by Airdorf.

Anyway, I think ppl should give some of this stuff a try. Or at least have their dark and mysterious cards revoked, if they’re too chicken.

22 notes - Posted August 4, 2022

Get your Tumblr 2022 Year in Review →

[sealegsagain]

Found something I filled out in 2010. I think I'd like to do it again with my answers now. Now:

100 Truths: After you've filled this out, tag 10 people and have them do the same:

1. Last beverage? Hazelnut coffee, cream and sugar

4. Last song you listened to? Angel Olsen - If it's alive, it will (live at Kim's Video and Music NC April 16, 2011)

5. Last time you cried? January or December, I think

SIX HAVE YOU EVER:

1. Dated someone twice? You mean broke up and then came back? Not that I think about it.

2. Been cheated on? Yeah

3. Kissed someone & regretted it? Not usually

4. Lost someone special? Yeah

5. Been depressed? Who hasn't?

6. Been drunk and threw up? a very long time ago. Before 2016, definintely. The last time that I actually felt ill from it was 2016.

LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:

Purple, black, teal, silver, dark blue

THIS PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

1. Made new friends? Yep, bangface people mostly

3. Laughed until you cried? Unfortunately not

4. Met someone who changed you? Not that I can tell right now. Ask me in a few more years.

5. Found out who your true friends were? Everyone has their place, so I'm not about to put folks in "true" and "false" categories, but it was nice seeing who stepped in to help during some things I went through, yeah.

6. Found out someone was talking about you? Nah

7. Kissed anyone on your friend's list? Yep

8. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life? Most of them

9. How many kids do you want to have? It's kind of out of my hands at this point with age and PCOS, but I don't see kids in my future

10. Do you have any pets? I'd have cats here if it was allowed.

11. Do you want to change your name? I did. I was known as Elizabeth till I graduated high school. Liz since then. Answer to both. Keeps things interesting.

12. What did you do for your last birthday? Dinner and drinks with Bill at Ikebana, Same with my mom at Bramble and Brine in Lewes. Honestly was wonderful

13. What time did you wake up today? 9:10 am, Work has my body on a schedule where this is what feels like sleeping in is

14. What were you doing at midnight last night? Listening to WTJU, organizing files

15. Name something you CANNOT wait for?

Paying off my car. Leaving the continental USA again.

16. Last time you saw your dad? A few weeks ago

17. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life? I would have been smarter with my money

18. What are you listening to right now? Nothing atm.

19. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? They're awesome.

23. What's getting on your nerves right now? Sunday Scaries

24. Most visited webpage? Youtube. haha.

This is random how it just starts re-numbering here; but oh well...

1. What's your name? If you don't know by now..

4. Zodiac sign? Sagittarius

5. Male or female or transgendered? Cis female, she/they

6. Elementary? These sound like identity theft questions

7. Middle School? If you don't need to know

8. High school? You already do

10. Hair color? Light brown w/ red and blonde pieces

11. Long or short? Long, wish it were longer

16. Height? 6'

17. Do you have a crush on someone? Nope

18: What do you like about yourself? That'd be an essay that I don't have room for

19. Piercings? Just the ears. I'm boring.

20. Tattoos? None

21. Righty or Lefty? Righty

FIRSTS :

22. I'll choose wisdom teeth removal. They did sew those up.

23. First piercing? Ears.

24. First friends? Don't remember. Elementary School

26. First sport you joined? Tennis. I wasn't great at it

27. First pet? Jasmine the cat

28. First vacation? Disney World, Orlando

29. First concert? BB King with my mom

30. First crush? Memory Hazy.

RIGHT NOW:

49. Eating? Had A bagel and leftover bulgogi for breakfast

50. Drinking? Lacroix fizzy water

52. I'm about to? Bathe, antique store, groceries

53. Listening to? nothing atm

55. Waiting for? Tonight. Oh oh oh... when you will be here in my arms (but nothing really) --------------------------------------------

stopped here, will finish later

YOUR FUTURE :

58. Want kids? Nah

59. Want to get married? If things align that way

WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?

68. Lips or eyes? eyes

69. Hugs or kisses? kisses

70. Shorter or taller? close to my height is nice

71. Older or Younger? either

72. Romantic or spontaneous? I think they're the same thing.

73. Nice stomach or nice arms? arms?? muscles don't matter to me.

74. Sensitive or loud?

75. Hook-up or relationship?

HAVE YOU EVER :

78. Kissed a stranger? within talking to them the first time the same day.

80. Lost glasses/contacts? in all senses of the word, including contacts actually ejecting themselves from my eyes!

81. Cried during a movie? Amelie, without fail. several others.

82. Broken someone's heart? been told I have... ask me this when I was Gina's age and I'd say it was impossible for me to.

83. Had your own heart broken? That's like asking me if I'm alive

85. Been arrested? can't say I have been, or want to be.

86. Turned someone down? Yeah. One actually took it well! I don't want to believe in ladder theory.

87. Cried when someone died? of course.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:.

89. Yourself? I want to.

90. Miracles? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBBzrHXu1Fg&feature=related

:D

91. Love at first sight? Never happened to me. Maybe for others. Love requires interaction, not just seeing.

92. Heaven? no. I think I know why people believe in it though (as a concept, not judeo-christian)

93. Santa Claus? I miss people actually SLEEPING on Christmas eve. I believe in the Santa ritual even if gifts are not exchanged in the morning. No gaming all night for one night a year :p

95. Kiss on the first date? depends. *thinks back to how many times it was a mandatory-or-never thing* Let's debate, kids.

96. Angels? They have cool names Ariel, Gardriel, Sharmiel. but no.

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:

97. Is there one person you want to be with right now?

Definitely. Daily. Wish he knew it. Made a very bad move lately. Feel sick.

98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? Nevah. I almost combusted from guilt when I went on casual dates with two different guys in the same week once.

2010:

100 Truths: After you've filled this out, tag 10 people and have them do the same.

1. Last beverage? diet coke

4. Last song you listened to? Ayu Trance 3 in the car on the way to the vigil.

if you're listening to music, you're steps ahead of me.

5. Last time you cried? if you can't remember, that's good. me- New years eve.

SIX HAVE YOU EVER:

1. Dated someone twice? what length of time is that

2. Been cheated on? Guy said he broke up with his ex, then slept with her again. found out about it online. :p

3. Kissed someone & regretted it? Only one person is a regret to the point I regret my memories. Their name started with an L

4. Lost someone special? It would have been awesome if they stayed in my life.. I think. not sure. Hurt to lose them though.

5. Been depressed? clinical symptoms, not clinical length

6. Been drunk and threw up? ..... regrettably yes. I don't want to get that drunk ever again. If you do, you'll want to throw up all day the next day. :(

LIST FOUR FAVORITE COLORS:

1. deep blue

2. violet

3. silver

4. marine

THIS PAST YEAR HAVE YOU:

1. Made new friends? o' course

3. Laughed until you cried? Maybe once or twice did my stomach hurt from laughing. No water tho.

4. Met someone who changed you? Change can't be pinned on one person.

5. Found out who your true friends were? There was no weeding out event.

6. Found out someone was talking about you? I wish they were :p~~ I think at this point, I'd see it as amusement.

7. Kissed anyone on your friend's list? If I were kissing someone, it's likely I'd have the courtesy to add them

8. How many people on your friends list do you know in real life? All but a few, and those I've known long enough for it to count.

9. How many kids do you want to have? None of my own, now, thanks. Future: one perhaps?

10. Do you have any pets? LOUD kit-kat

11. Do you want to change your name? I did. I was known as Elizabeth till I graduated high school.

12. What did you do for your last birthday? Went to an art show. My. Just thinking about it cheers me up.

13. What time did you wake up today? 7 yesterday.. I had finally reset myself to diurnal and I messed up last night.

14. What were you doing at midnight last night? waking up from a nap, I think

15. Name something you CANNOT wait for? oooh I love looking forward to things :)

Makes life worth living. Philly next weekend. But seriously, my next pell grant check, then I can do things I need to do.

16. Last time you saw your dad? last Sunday

17. What is one thing you wish you could change about your life? the qualit

18. What are you listening to right now? a cover of poker face done by chris daughtry... needless to say, scarred for life.

19. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom? cannot say I have.

23. What's getting on your nerves right now? Aw Gina, Lady Gaga shouldn't get on your nerves ;) But right now? Worries, arguments.

24. Most visited webpage? It's all moving towards 2.0 and I can see it. This one! ha.

This is random how it just starts re-numbering here; but oh well... (indeed it is)

1. What's your name? gina grace magnesia cilantro zwicky. ( I like your name.! Mine's Elizabeth Anne Peek. very borin)

4. Zodiac sign? Sag with a vag

5. Male or female or transgendered? I used the answer to #4 to make that clear

6. Elementary? glen ave k-3/north salisbury magnet 4-6

7. Middle School? wicomico middle

8. High school? WIHI

10. Hair color? NOT GINGER (Gina, Gingers are awesome)

11. Long or short? mediano.

16. Height? 5'11 Eh meh. Giant lady. used to it by now. Tall ladies of the world: you can still attract men. Have for ages

17. Do you have a crush on someone? Without emotions. without feelings. life is just a clock.. ticking (but seriously, not at the moment)

18: What do you like about yourself? I look at other people and think I'm not so awful.

19. Piercings? Two standard

20. Tattoos? Blanque

21. Righty or Lefty?

FIRSTS :

22. First surgery? not going to talk about that here

23. First piercing? ears- 7. they made one of the holes too low. :p

24. First friends? What the hell kind of question is this??

26. First sport you joined? tennis? Lots of rollerblading..

27. First pet? Praying mantis in a jar

28. First vacation? fraaaance!

29. First concert? BB King with my mom

30. First crush? Christopher Henry in 1st grade. The fact that I remember his name is frightening

RIGHT NOW:

49. Eating? pickle chips (lol what else is new)

50. Drinking? nada.

52. I'm about to? Stay awake all day, go to craft store, finish organizing music @_@

53. Listening to? not my brother's hardstyle anymore, WHY WONT HE LISTEN TO ANYTHING ELSE?

55. Waiting for? the next step

YOUR FUTURE :

58. Want kids? uh, most likely NOT.

59. Want to get married? YES

60. Careers in mind? nature tv show host! (i'm thinking, like, the female version of bear grylls) XD

WHICH IS BETTER WITH THE OPPOSITE SEX?

68. Lips or eyes? eyes

69. Hugs or kisses? kisses

70. Shorter or taller? either

71. Older or Younger?

72. Romantic or spontaneous? I think they're the same thing.

73. Nice stomach or nice arms? arms?? muscles don't matter to me.

74. Sensitive or loud? WHO SAID SENSITIVE WAS THE OPPOSITE OF LOUD

75. Hook-up or relationship? I think I'm done with hook-ups

HAVE YOU EVER :

78. Kissed a stranger? within talking to them the first time the same day.

80. Lost glasses/contacts? in all senses of the word, including contacts actually ejecting themselves from my eyes!

81. Cried during a movie? Amelie, without fail. several others.

82. Broken someone's heart? been told I have... ask me this when I was Gina's age and I'd say it was impossible for me to.

83. Had your own heart broken? That's like asking me if I'm alive

85. Been arrested? can't say I have been, or want to be.

86. Turned someone down? Yeah. One actually took it well! I don't want to believe in ladder theory.

87. Cried when someone died? of course.

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:.

89. Yourself? I want to.

90. Miracles? http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hBBzrHXu1Fg&feature=related

:D

91. Love at first sight? Never happened to me. Maybe for others. Love requires interaction, not just seeing.

92. Heaven? no. I think I know why people believe in it though (as a concept, not judeo-christian)

93. Santa Claus? I miss people actually SLEEPING on Christmas eve. I believe in the Santa ritual even if gifts are not exchanged in the morning. No gaming all night for one night a year :p

95. Kiss on the first date? depends. *thinks back to how many times it was a mandatory-or-never thing* Let's debate, kids.

96. Angels? They have cool names Ariel, Gardriel, Sharmiel. but no.

ANSWER TRUTHFULLY:

97. Is there one person you want to be with right now?

Definitely. Daily. Wish he knew it. Made a very bad move lately. Feel sick.

98. Had more than one boyfriend/girlfriend at one time? Nevah. I almost combusted from guilt when I went on casual dates with two different guys in the same week once.

[h0neyp0tat0]

!! MINORS DON'T INTERACT, THERE WILL BE 18+ STUFF ON THIS BLOG !! I'll block ageless blogs !!

I haven't written anything really for yeeeeaaaars and only ONCE posted any of it anywhere online. I realized that I need to stop thinking about how I SHOULD write and just. WRITE! 'Cause I'll never improve, if I don't even begin

♡❤About Me❤♡

| Enby | They/Them | 30 years old | AuDHD | J-Fashion lover | Artist | Panromantic | Graysexual | Non-American |

⋆✦Rules/Info✦⋆

I don't have much experience and I'm not 100% sure what way I'll be going with this blog, so I don't exactly take requests. But if you DO decide to send one, then please have patience with me, my AuDHD brain and lack of skill/experience-

I'll write one-shots, drabbles, imagines,headcanons, reacts, etc. the usually shorter stuff. I may have my own headcanons about certain things, but I'm willing to entertain the "what-ifs", even if it's not canon-friendly, is an unpopular fan opnion or doesn't match-up with my own. Will help me try new things too.

Under the "Read-More" link, you'll find the lists over what I will and won't write~

✔Things I WILL/CAN write✔

Romance, Queer Platonic & Platonic/Familiar relations

Polyamory, Monogamy and Non-monogamy of other kinds

I'll try my hand at any gender identity and sexual/romantic orientation to the best of my abilities and with some research. I will however use they/them pronouns as the default

Likewise, I'll try my hand at neurodiversity, autoimmune diseases, disabilities, etc. but if I feel that research isn't enough, I may put a pin in it for later

This also goes for specific religions/culture/races/heritages/etc. I'd like to be able to write for any type, but as someone with a somewhat "unusual" family background myself, I know things can get super varied and specific. So I rather wait, than write something that is based on flawed understanding

Fluff

Comfort

Character react to Subculture!Reader and SpecificFashion/Aesthetic!Reader

HCs of Character as Subculture!Character and SpecificFashion/Aesthetic!Character

Smut (will be tagged as "H0rney" or "H0rneyp0tat0" ): - BDSM and Vanilla both - Sub!Character x Dom!Reader (switches included) - Dom!Character x Sub!Reader (switches included here too) - Petplay - CG/L, Mommy/Daddy Kink, whatever you wanna call it - Some CNC!kink and paraphilias that can be accomplished in a consensual and safe manner (use/mention of safewords, included aftercare, mention of prior discussion/planning, etc. to show consent. Think; somnophilia scenario that has been agreed upon beforehand, choking where the dom keeps track of the color in sub's face or make substitutions for safeword if they suddenly have difficulties talking, etc. I'm pretty limited in what I'll go with but you can throw in a suggestion/thirst if you want to.)

If a Character (or a PC) is a minor in the original media, then the most anyone will get, beyond Platonic/Familiar, is AgedUp!Character or Puppy Love (no encouragement if significant agegap or it will be something like "Character x Reader meeting/knowing each other when they were children and having a crush" stuff)

✘Things I WON'T write✘

Anything too ark and gory (at least, it will not be graphic or specific. It'll at most refer to Reader's past trauma) like torture, miscarriages, etc.

Paraphilias (based on the definition of extreme and dangerous, without consent and with intention of harm and/or abuse), actual beastality, rape or the like

Scat, ABDL, urination (Ain't gonna shamekink, but I simply can't get into these enough to actually think up anything I'd write)

This list may change over time (though it is likely just to add to it or rephrase) Anything not on the list, you can feel free to ask about but I make no promises

[gorefetishizer]

I have a need to explain myself throughly but i am so bad at it.

I have many thoughts and feeling and a lot of them have to do with things i am to scared toeven mention to mlst people. I have to keep writing down things because my head Is going to explode if i dont. Do this seem like the ramblings of a madman? Is it weird to jump from venting about being raped to how much i like the sink dog. Should i throuw in the mix that I've unblacklisted the young tag on E6, someone should go through my twitter likes. I feel like I'm waiting for punishment and social ridiculization. I wish it would just hapoen fast. Do i have to live a doublw life just cuz for some reason i developed paraphilias as a kid? I am so scared of going to uno not cuz of assigments wich i should bit more cuz someday i know someone Is going to find something and I Will be socialy anihilated. Like as a kid it happened cuz i liked anime and was showing clear sings of undiagnosed autism but i thought as an adulto i would be Rif of thatbut turns out that autism can also turn you into a disgusting pervert. It's not like I'm making it hard there's irls that follow me here. They just dont use it as much. One day i might suffer from infortunate timing tho. I like pee bit diapers are not for me, i think wet things are gross. There's ppl here that follow me from when i was 13, hi. There's ppl here who follow me from before i went into this rabbit hole, like two and a half years ago, did you like the pipeline? CUB PORN!!! even now i am using words that are less recognizable. Sometimes i can't look at myself in the mirror and itsnot cuz i feel guilty it's because i am a coward. I dont think i should post this but there's lots of things i shoulnt have done and I did them anyways, this is probably nothing. I haven't even done that much cuz i like myself too much to be in actual danger. Older adults offered me hard-ish drugs when i was younger but i said no like a good boy. I drank a lot and I didn't say no and you where younger than me so there's still a part of me that thinks it couldn't have happened. I am lucky i had an actual flashback por i would stillbe in denial. I still have clothes that you gave to me. Sometimes i can't look at myself in the mirror cuzthe sink has been not working for so long that i forgothow to do it every morning without going insane. My legs and face are so hairy and I dont feel desirable anymore. But i like that I'm gaining weight. I dont like that i have to jerk off More than once a day to not think about anything i hate that i made my body used to that. I think I'll be at school thinking about fucked up sex things and throw up. I can't make it nlt show up on my art cuz I'm incapable of lying to my art or about it. It's the only thing that makes me happy and I only can talk about it fully on the internet where nobody knows my real name. I dont know how to stop writing cuz once i do all this things Will be back in my headbuts faster and on top of each other. I should kill myself. I wanna be alive 30 years from now when the popular consensus on pregresive ppl Is that fantasies arent real. And that a thought Is not a crime. My intrusive thoughts that i hated the most are almost non existent nlw that i dont care about looking at lolisho shit on the internet. I am happier i am happier and healthier and More insane and happier and I am happier i swear i am isn't that a good thing. I feel better shouldnt that be a good thing. If anyone says anything to me short of there's nothing wrong with you i Will kill myself. This is a threat and you should take it seriously. I have learned that everyone deserves kindness exept ppl who are Wrong and Evil and I think I've been making myself into someone who Is Wrong and Evil. When is kink a paraphilia when is a paraphilia a sin.i would never do anything because anything real Is gross. I can't even be myself and not a character when i have sex because i geniunly think it's gross and unatractive. Turn off. Ick like the normal ppl say.

[husbandhannie]

I posted 2,443 times in 2022

That's 2,443 more posts than 2021!

424 posts created (17%)

2,019 posts reblogged (83%)

I tagged 2,412 of my posts in 2022

Only 1% of my posts had no tags

#re.blog - 1,777 posts

#gif - 834 posts

#seventeen - 708 posts

#monsta x - 237 posts

#mx - 210 posts

#jeonghan - 177 posts

#nct - 172 posts

#asks - 155 posts

#livvie rambles - 148 posts

#mutuals - 143 posts

Longest Tag: 139 characters

#like these algorithms reinforce our interests to generate engagement and suddenly youre only interacting with people with the same interest

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

9:30 AM

warnings: one sexual joke, kissing

a/n: this is purely self-indulgent (like, completely)

"stop tickling me!"

jeonghan laughs at your squeals, stilling his fingers on your sides, his stupid lovesick grin probably matching yours.

it's been a while since you've spent a lazy morning in bed with your boyfriend, your conflicting schedules not allowing you much time together. not ready to get out of the comfort of your shared bed, the two of you have spent the last hour in each other's arms, talking about everything and nothing.

"you started it", jeonghan mutters, and you have to fight the urge to run your hands through his hair again.

"i didn't!", you sputter, "i was stretching, it was totally accidental".

it wasn't. the grin in your voice betrays that.

"oh, is that so?", his fingers brush your sides lightly, "i can also stretch like that, you know".

"no", you gasp, moving on top of him and caging his hands above his head, "no", you whisper in his ear.

"mm, you've made me a prisoner", he hums, smiling slyly at the gasp you let out, "do you like that? you are so kinky".

"stop", you whine, intertwining your fingers with his.

jeonghan doesn't respond, choosing to silently survey your face. it's a look he's given you throughout your relationship - on your first date, the first time you met his friends, the first time you cried in front of him, the first night he spent in your bed, the first time he murmured 'i love you' against your lips.

"what?", you whisper in the quiet room.

"mm", he raises his head to kiss you softly, "missed you".

626 notes - Posted June 29, 2022

#4

when you visit them after a bad day

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656 notes - Posted March 2, 2022

#3

hell week

alternatively, headcannons for when you're on your period

pairing: jeonghan, mingyu, dino x reader

genre: fluff

word count: 700

warnings: reader is gender neutral and gets periods, general mentions of pain and food.

a/n: i didn't think i'd write this particular reaction but it's hell week for me and with my colorful medical history, it really is quite bad. maybe i'll write a couple more, idk.

taglist: @leejungchans @junhui-recs @itsveronicaxxx

JEONGHAN

"what about a hot bag? does that help?"

you hum in assent, moving very slightly to the side to get closer to your boyfriend's warmth. when you told him you were on your period and that it was bad, you weren't expecting him to show up at your door to "keep you company". it's not that you expected him to not be supportive, but you've only been dating jeonghan for a few weeks and he spent most of today in dance practice -- so it was a surprise when he texted you that he was on his way. if you had the energy, maybe you'd clean up your appearance a little, but you had spent all your useful energy on making the pasta you had for dinner.

"it does", you move a little closer again, and jeonghan adjusts his body to accommodate you, "but i need to heat up water for it, and all utensils for that are in the sink".

"i can wash something", he responds instantly, "tell me where the bottle is, i'll fill it up for you".

"no", you murmur, opening your eyes and giving him a fond and slightly pain-filled look, "you came here to keep me company, not to do the dishes".

"i came here to help", he corrects gently, one hand reaching out to rest on yours, "any way i can, okay?"

he looks determined, and you don't have it in you to put up a fight.

"okay", you whisper, smiling against his lips when he moves closer to drop a kiss.

"now", he gets up from the bed, "where's the bottle?"

MINGYU

"i can do that"

mingyu's soft voice interrupts the rhythmic sound of the steel of your spoon hitting the cup as you stir honey into your tea, his frame coming to rest beside yours.

as much as he hates it when you're sick and in pain, you know he likes the opportunity to take care of you - something you generally don't allow. even now, in these pain-riddled days, you resist his attempts to make your life easier, not wanting to be a burden.

still, he persists.

"i can do it", you respond weekly, "it's just tea".

"still, you should rest", he pulls out some cookies from the cabinet, plating them on a bowl, "you need it".

"i'd have to make this if i was alone, you know".

"but you're not alone", he says, softer this time, tender eyes meeting yours when you turn to look at him, "so let me".

just this once.

"okay", you step back and grab the bowl of cookies, "i'll be on the bed. there's still tea to add, and -"

"lemon", he shoots you a fond grin, "yeah, i know".

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668 notes - Posted October 13, 2022

#2

fried rice

pairing: woozi x reader

word count: 625

genre: fluff

warnings: food mentions and preferences, one very vague sexual reference, kissing

a/n: special thanks to @woozingie for indulging me in my woozi+midnight snack thoughts.

taglist: @itsveronicaxxx @zurikyo @husbandhoshi @starlightjoong.

the lamp of your bedroom makes you squint as you wake up slowly, blinking the sleep away while searching for your phone. 1:33 AM, your lockscreen says. you've been asleep for a couple of hours. probably.

it was 11:30 the last time you checked the time, already feeling drowsy while trying to complete the citations for your almost-ready thesis. jihoon was in the guest bedroom across the hall, working on some lyrics after the two of you had an early dinner together. if you had managed to stay awake, you would probably be nudging him about a midnight snack right about now.

feeling your stomach grumble slightly, you stretch your legs before standing up, switching off your laptop and placing it in its bag before making your way to the door. the aroma of familiar spices hits you as you walk down the hall to the kitchen, pausing at the entrance when your boyfriend's form becomes visible. it appears he hasn't noticed your presence, his face focused on the spoon of soy sauce he's measuring, steady hands holding the utensil. the forearms revealed by his rolled-up sleeves bring back vivid memories, and -

"done staring?", jihoon's soft voice interrupts your thoughts, his eyes flitting to yours for a teasing second.

"never", you respond, taking in his fond eye-roll giddily and walking to stand behind him, "you could've woken me up", you wrap your arms around his waist, "i would've helped".

"that's alright, i managed". you seemed tired.

you hum against his shoulder, not pushing it. in the years you've been with jihoon, you've learned that he's one of the most considerate people you've ever had the honor of knowing, and that he hates it when you point it out.

your eyes finally focus on the pan he's stirring, and your mind draws mental question-marks at the visual. it's fried rice, your standard midnight snack - but it doesn't have meat or egg. jihoon never makes fried rice without meet or egg.

"are those vegetables?", you mutter, "capsicums, carrots, beans?"

"yeah", he shrugs, "thought i'd try something different".

his hand brushes against yours fleetingly. i pay attention, it says.

for the last few weeks, you've gotten rather disinterested in meat and egg, preferring more vegetarian options instead. it's not a conscious choice on your part, it's just A Thing that has happened. you haven't mentioned it to jihoon yet because, well, it frankly didn't seem important enough to mention. tastes change all the time and you'll probably get back your fondness for meat soon, no point telling your boyfriend.

but ofcourse, he knows. he pays attention, he always has.

"mm", you press a kiss on the back of his neck, reveling in his slight shiver, "i love you".

his hand touches yours again and his lips curve slightly, but he doesn't respond. maybe if you were new to his style of love, you'd be bothered by the muted response - but you know him, and you can tell when he's teasing.

"say it back", you whisper in his ear, moving to pepper light kisses on the back of his neck, "you have to say it back".

"i am literally making you food", exasperation fills his voice, his body twitching at your ticklish kisses, "do not mess with me".

"then say it back", you blow against his skin, drawing out the longest shiver yet.

"that's it", you barely register his words before he turns off the stove, turning and expertly pulling you in front of him, his body caging yours against the counter. his mouth meets yours in a kiss you gladly reciprocate, chuckling against his curved lips.

"i love you too", the whisper against your lips reminds you of the subject at hand, "always".

717 notes - Posted June 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

corn-y

pairing: mingyu x reader

word count: 765

genre: fluff

warnings: very vague sexual references, mingyu gets half naked (but it's cute), food mentions

a/n: domestic mingyu my beloved.

taglist: @itsveronicaxxx @zurikyo @husbandhoshi @starlightjoong.

"fried rice?"

mingyu chuckles at your suggestion, having heard the request far too many times during the course of your relationship. wordlessly, he opens the fridge to look for rice and vegetables, setting them up on the counter beside the appliance.

on days like this, when both you and mingyu are tired after work and can't be bothered to cook something proper, he (with some limited help from you) whips up something simple. the two of you eat his creation cuddled in front of the television, an insignificant show acting as background noise while you talk about your day.

"any other requests?", mingyu teases, picking up an apron from its shelf.

"mm", you contemplate, a slow grin spreading on your face at the idea that pops in your head, "would be great if you lose the shirt, chef".

your boyfriend pauses for a second before putting down the apron, taking off his shirt in a clumsy move (you suspect he was aiming for smoothness) and tossing it to the corner of the counter. his eyes meet yours in a mischievous look as he ties the apron around his waist, bare skin peaking out from under the fabric. it's a little embarrassing how you still blush when he takes off any clothing, like you haven't seen him do it a hundred times before.

like you haven't traced every inch of his skin with your fingertips.

"anything else?", he gives you a goofy grin, wiggling his eyebrows, "i live to serve you".

"oh, no", you snort, "this is enough for now".

"for now, eh?", he picks up a carrot and starts peeling, "got many plans for me, have you?"

"oh, yeah", you giggle, "don't i always?"

listening to your conversation, one might think that the two of you have plans to get frisky later, but no - both of you know how this evening is going to go. like many before it, you're going to eat and pass out on the couch until one of you wakes up and drowsily prods the other to do the same. then you're going to go through your nightly routine and retire to bed, your limbs tangled in an ungraceful mess as you sleepily murmur cheesy nothings to each other.

there was once a time you would've called this routine "disgusting", thinking it was boring and unexciting. and hey, maybe it is. but living through it now, you don't have a single complaint.

"i'll help", you walk to stand beside mingyu, pecking his arm, "i can chop veggies".

"mm, okay. take the capsicum - wait", he looks at the vegetables he laid out earlier, "i forgot to take it out earlier, babe". then, in his sweetest voice he adds, "darling, would you be a dear and grab the capsicum from the fridge?"

"well ofcourse, honey", you play along, opening the fridge, "anything for you".

the two of you chuckle, your mixed laughter echoing in the kitchen. while pulling out the bag of capsicum, your eyes catch a lidded glass bowl, filled with something yellow.

"hey babe?", you ask, lifting the lid off the bowl.

"yeah?", mingyu hums.

"we have corn here", your voice is airy at the sight of your favorite vegetable, "how - when did you buy this?"

"picked it up while coming home", he answers absentmindedly, his attention focused on the carrot, "been a while, thought you might like it".

"i do".

epiphanies truly can hit you anywhere, eh? you would've never predicted that one would strike you while you're helping your boyfriend prepare dinner - but it's apt, you suppose.

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780 notes - Posted June 24, 2022

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[astromaki]

part 3 of second choice ; ceo!shoto todoroki x gn!reader (x ceo!katsuki bakugo) (1617 words)

part 1. part 2. (previous) part 4.

tw ; angst, arranged marriage, toxic relationship, degradation, divorce, mention of alcohol, bad language, slightly suggestive ?

EXTRA INFOS ;; all the characters are aged up obviously (they are 30 here), the point of view of this third part is from shoto todoroki !

confrontation. [7 : 16 pm]

a week has passed since he came home that night drunk. that he had begged momo to stay with him. that he had accidentally seen those divorce papers crumpled by your hands.

momo had seen them too that night, and yet she and shoto had not commented on them. good, he wasn't in the mood anyway.

it had become almost official, even the media had it on their front pages. "one of japan's richest couples on the verge of divorce?", "billionaire todoroki single again?" "y/n, will the heir.ess of their father's company return to being a lawyer?"

he would have liked to say that he cared what you thought about it. if you cried, screamed, were you hurt ? but that would be lying, you were the least of his worries.

and then, wasn't it what he wanted from the beginning ?

that you would end up hating him so much that you would leave him. that he could finally be free of the weight that you represented every day.

and yet his signature was still missing.

"you can't even love your partner properly, and now i hear through the media that a divorce is on the way ? you're pathetic son. i knew i should have married them to touya. " enji's heart-attack voice echoed terribly through the phone, which made shoto sigh. he was even pretty sure he could hear it from across town.

"calm down." shoto said in an annoyed tone. "your marriage isn't a success either, so keep your remarks to yourself. bye. "

"you idiot, don't you dare hanging up on me. i don't care if you can't satisfy your s/o, i don't care if they feel bad about this arranged marriage either. but y/n y/l/n comes from a very famous lawyer's family, so get a divorce and the amount of money you have to give will be huge. "

"i manage them, it will not be a problem. i have to go now. "

the young man finally returned to your room, looking exhausted, his tie loosened and ready to down a few glasses of whiskey.

however, he was surprised to see you. dressed in a beautiful versace dress/suit, you were glowing. well no, he meant that you looked... good.

though, it was the first time he took the time to look at you. to admire you.

the young man finally met your indifferent gaze through the mirror you were standing in front of. that gaze that was so joyful and sparkling at the beginning of your marriage, full of hope to transform this purely financial union into a love marriage.

but that look, devoid of emotion, almost made shoto, Japan's most ambitious ceo, doubt himself. almost.

"i'm surprised you're still using my card to splurge. how much is this one? $1000 ? $2000 ?"

he was tired, exhausted. nut the truth is he was in the mood to be a pain in the ass tonight.

"$ 8,330. plus the $800 pair. " you replied coldly.

your answer was like a slap in the face to your husband. not because of the price, he didn't give a fuck about this.

but this tone right there. it wasn't like you. you were normally so gentle, patient even with the worst of the crap he put you through. that naive kindness that made him want to vomit was completely gone. he didn't expect such a turn of events.

"so you decide to divorce me, but first you want to empty my bank account? you're exactly as I imagined." his look that used to reflect nothing but fatigue was now full of contempt for you.

you finally faced him. shit, he couldn't help but find you beautiful.

"here todoroki, let's talk about the divorce. " you began, quietly walking over to the cabinet and pulling out a stack of documents. "i've signed it, sign it, and i'll take it to my lawyers first thing in the morning.

he snatched them out of your hand and threw them across the room. you didn't even flinch, you even held his gaze. poker face.

a loud silence fell between you. a long silence, uncomfortable and comfortable at the same time. heavy and light. sensible and meaningless.

"what's all this about ? who put you up to this ?"

a wry laugh escaped your lips. your new behavior puzzled shoto. he loved and hated what he had in front of him. a challenge.

"you think i need someone to make me realize that i deserve better than an asshole like you ? fuck, let me laugh. "

your hand went to retrieve a piece of paper from your purse. and it was slammed hard against his chest. bakugou’s business card.

he found your face inches from his, your warm breath gently caressing his cheeks. a scent of whiskey filled his nostrils. you were not sober.

"how many drinks are you on? " he asked quietly.

"so now do you care if i downed a whole bottle or not ? oh please shut up. because now that you mention it, your friend bakugou katsuki may have hired me. to be his company's business lawyer. isn't that funny? "

you turned your back on him, unaware of the state you'd put him in. but damn, it was like he'd just been slapped in the face. nausea took over his whole body, his legs became heavy and weak in few seconds only. and he knew damn well it wasn't fatigue.

so you were leaving him, but on top of that you were going to work for his number one competitor ?

he didn't know what hurt more, the knowledge that bakugo had won one of the most competent lawyers in the field or that you were leaving him for him ? was he jealous ? surely not, it was another feeling that repulsed him. he didn't even know.

"have you lost your tongue todoroki ?"

todoroki ? since when did you call him by his last name ? where are the darlings or my heart that used to annoy him so much ?

you finish getting ready, now wearing your long jacket. he had lost his tongue indeed, he didn't know what to say to you. what to do.

y/n y/l/n, you had succeeded in putting your husband to the wall.

but it was only for a moment. he quickly, too quickly, pulled himself together. his usual irritated expression returned.

"you don't see that he's using you to get ahead of me ? i thought you were smarter than that. "

he took a step forward, slowly but surely. like a predator approaching its prey.

"he doesn't care about you. just like no one has ever cared about you, not me, not him and not your bourgeois family. that's why they put you in a loveless marriage so easily. "

a mirthless laugh escaped from his lips.

"y/n, this bastard doesn't give a damn about you. "

you tried to move towards him, ready to slap him, but the alcohol made you capsize and stumble on your carpet. he arrived just in time to support you with his muscular arms. an annoyed sigh resounded in the large room when your sob reached his ears.

nevertheless, a petty smile stretched his lips. there you were again, the fragile and unassertive y/n finally in his arms.

that bakugo had managed to turn your brain inside out. yet shoto knew you better than anyone else. he knew you. better than you knew yourself. you were that puzzle he had managed to decipher long ago.

"that's not true. kacchan wouldn't do that...", you whisper.

"you know i'm right, sweetheart. you know i'm the only one who's honest with you. my love for you is all you need. "

his muscular hand gradually, peacefully, came to caress your back to take off the buttons of your dress. his lips came to meet yours, to draw you into a long, languid, unsentimental kiss. your lips asked for more, your whole soul asked for more of shoto. more of this man for whom your heart never stopped beating. even if his was vibrating for another woman.

you wanted to feel his lips making love to you sensually, sincerely.

you just wanted him to love you for one night. one fucking night.

shoto was ecstatic. he could already see himself opening a bottle of champagne with his father, to celebrate the divorce that would never happen. tonight, shoto had brought out his best acting skills. millions were at stake. he had brought out his best kiss. he had never touched you like that. so gently, so carefully.

he had never called you by any affectionate nickname.

he has done too much to keep you around.

and you were drunk, not stupid.

you finally stood up, moving away from him, reluctantly. nothing he said was true. from his love for you, to his accusations against katsuki.

awkwardly, you put your dress/suit back on properly.

"i have a meeting with my future employer mr. bakugou tonight. i'll be late. don't wait for me, i'll sleep at the hotel tonight, with your card. "

a red color came to his cheeks. anger ? sadness ? jealousy ?

he had never seen you so determined, so proud. and that attracted him. he was going to lose millions, no matter what. but it was you who was going to escape him. for that bastard bakugou katsuki.

the nice little y/n was no longer shoto todoroki's.

AHHH omg sorry sorry i told you i can't do a fluffy end!! >< (comments and reblogs are appreciated <3)

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[4joonkookie]

24 Candles

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Words: 2.6K

Summary:

A smutty, 24-hour diary of Jungkook's 24th birthday.

Also, Jungkook has feelings.

You play with JK’s butt in this one. Find butt-free fics:

Here Here Here or Here

Tags/Warnings:

SMUT, BUTT STUFF, Happy Birthday to the LOML, 50 shades of JK, dom!JK, sub!JK, oral sex, quickie sex, desperate sex, unprotected sex, creampie, spitting, spit kink, conversational sex, butt plugs, toys, JK is deep and complex, JK has feelings, y/n is very in touch with JK’s emotions, strength kink, body worship, JK loves ARMY, JK loves you, fluff, angst, painstakingly canon compliant, not beta-read, trying to tame my shame but, WOW, also I am deviant trash.

*****

03:57 AM

You awaken to moonlight blinking through the living room curtains. The sound of a bag dropping and feet shuffling wake you where you lay on the couch.

He comes around to you right away. He kneels down to the floor beside you and pushes his forehead against yours. He leans up to kiss you as you take in his familiar scent.

“I told you not to wait up,” he scolds, gently. Seeing where you’d set up camp to wait for him to come home in the living room.

“I didn’t wait. I fell asleep,” you reply, coaxing yourself into awakeness. You look at the clock, almost 4 am.

“Happy Birthday,” you whisper and kiss his forehead.

He doesn’t say anything. He just leans into your neck for a greedy inhale.

“You smell good,” he says, hovering above you and squeezing your waist at his words.

You giggle at the tickling sensation on your neck. “Aren’t you tired?”

Still kneeling by the couch, his hands glide up under your loose sweater. He grips hard, pulling at your nipples with both hands. He latches his mouth to one of them and pulls his lips away until it pops.

“I was,” he says, dark and low. On his knees and pressing you to the couch, he sinks teeth to your neck, promising a mark.

You’re taken a bit aback at his rough nature but remember it’s been a few weeks, he’s probably pent up. His pace reminds you that you are too.

Soon, your gestures escalate from clumsy and quick to activated muscle memory, moving in fast forward.

You urge him to remove his shirt and toss it across the room. You can hardly see his face but the moonlight reflects off of him. You feel him angle your hips at the edge of the couch, pull off your panties and watch his silhouette lean down between your legs. The sensation of his warm spit spills down your folds, caught only by his fingers sloppily pushing into your opening.

You shudder at the intrusion. He spits again, this time audibly and more, your body not quite caught up to where his mind is.

“Missed you, baby,” he mewls.

He sucks and licks and laps at you, reacquainting himself with your pussy after a long time away. He uses 2 fingers to rub a path over your clit before they sink inside you. He repeats this, over and over, satisfied little groans fall from his lips before he removes his fingers and leans up to kiss you, desperately. Tongues and teeth bang together while hurriedly you tug at his belt and free his cock.

You use the lowered fabric to pull him to the couch, mounting him. He slides you onto his length and you both groan.

You grimace being stretched open by him after so long. Strong arms smash your laps together, Jungkook pushing up and grinding into you.

“Did you miss me?” he pants, between thrusts.

You keep your rhythm, circling hips around his cock.

“I missed you, Jungkook,” you say, tugging back at his hair with both hands.

He chuckles, enjoying the sound of his own name. Your bodies continue to move tantrically, shaking and panting, skin slippery with sweat. Feeling your orgasm coming, you start bouncing on his lap, trying to take in more of him.

He leans back to watch you, hands on your hips. He watches as you envelop his cock with every thrust.

When he feels you pulse around him, he grunts and groans and spills inside. When you catch your breath, you stand on wobbly legs.

He’s exhausted. You can see the sleep taking over his body. You urge him to follow you to the bedroom to clean up and sleep.

1:48 PM

It’s nearly 2 and Jungkook is still fast asleep.

They always do this to him. They work him to the bone until he’s so spent, they can’t get another day out of him. By the time he gets home, he sleeps for days.

You mindlessly scroll on your phone, occupying yourself next to him. You’re just happy to be with him. His side of the bed is so often empty.

He finally stirs.

“Hey you,” you say, dropping your phone to the bed.

He lets out a groggy groan and looks at his watch. “Ugh. I’m sorry,” he says, regretful about how long he’s been asleep.

“Don’t be,” you say before kissing his lips and brushing hair behind his ear.

He’s tired but it’s more than that. He looks rough and truly worn out, his typical brightness is dulled.

“What’s on your mind?” you ask. Although, you already know.

He says nothing.

He was devastated when they cancelled the tour. He told you over the phone and you could tell he was upset when it happened but the toll it’s taken on him now, is apparent.

“I’m sorry,” you offer.

“It’s just…,” he starts and sits up, wringing his hands, emotions bubbling. “I’ve always been tired.”

You sit up and face him, setting your undivided attention. “Yeah?” you encourage.

“I’ve always slaved away on choreo. We’ve always been busy.” He looks off, wrapping his arms around his knees that are still tucked under the bed sheet. That compromise is… for them. But, now, I can’t even see them. I don’t know when I'll see them again. I miss them.”

It’s heartbreaking. All you can do is continue to listen, allow him an outlet for these feelings. He continues.

“It's like I don’t know what it's all for when it’s like this. I knew before, when we were performing, it was very clear.”

He shakes the emotions from his head. “Sorry, I'm in such a sour mood.”

“Shhh... “ you kiss his forehead. just wishing there was something you could do.

“Thank you for telling me. I wish I could help.”

“I know.” He grabs your hand and laces his fingers with yours.

You change the subject. “What do you want to do today?”

He positions himself so you’re face-to-face, sitting on the bed. He takes a deep breath. “First, I think I'll go to the gym. Clear my head. I'll make it quick”.

You shrug. “Take all the time you need.” You know it helps him.

The both of you stand up by the same side of the bed.

“And then...I’d really like to lounge around here with you if that’s ok?”

“I like that idea,” you reply.

“Maybe we can order in and…”

He kisses your neck.

“mmm...What do you have in mind?”

He presses his open mouth to yours, pressing his tongue inside.

“Some of that,” he teases.

You stand to your tiptoes and wrap arms around his neck, not wanting to let him leave again.

“And what else, birthday boy?”

This question, he opts to simply hold you tight. He hugs your body tight against his, inhaling at your neck again, planting a kiss on your lips.

“Maybe some toys?” He aims his gaze at the bedside table.

Your stomach flutters. “If you’re up for it,” you reply with a raised eyebrow.

He kisses you once more and heads out the door.

When you hear the door close, you collapse, flat on the bed and stare at the ceiling. You always look forward to when he gets home. But then you have to catch up with weeks of emotion, wishing you could’ve been there for the duration.

You can really feel the awfulness now. He was devastated when they postponed it 2 years ago. Now, after 2 years of holding on to hope just to have it cancelled and all other performances postponed indefinitely? He’s heartbroken.

When it was canceled you silently celebrated, knowing you’d have more of him to yourself. It’s not worth it if he feels this way.

On the other hand… concerts haven’t been happening for 2 years but the boys stay busy with packed schedules.

He always says it’s not the same without them. Jungkook has always been a bit more attached to fans than any other member, leaving his family at such a young age. Without ARMY, he seems very lost.

4:00 PM

Jungkook returns home in better spirits, wiping sweat with a towel from his forehead. He pecks your lips, walking through the kitchen.

“I'll take a shower and be right back,” he says, sweaty hair, clinging to his forehead.

“Can I join you?” you offer, as he walks by.

“I'll be quick.” he says, continuing to the bedroom.

You try not to think too much of it and shower in the other bathroom.

By the time you get out, his shower has stopped running.

You dress for your introverts-night- in in one of his t-shirts and perfume, nothing else.

The delivery food comes, you set it up at the kitchen counter and pour drinks.

4:30 pm

When he hasn’t come out in over 20 minutes, you lean your ear to the bathroom door and knock, concerned.

“Are you ok?” No noise is coming from the bathroom except his voice.

“Yes,” he replies, calmly.

“Do you need help?” you ask.

“No!” he exclaims, immediately. “I’ll be out soon.”

You return to where you sit at the kitchen counter wondering what he's doing? Is he hurting himself?

He follows behind a few moments later, casually kissing your lips before he sits at a nearby barstool.

“This is a ton of food,” he comments.

You say nothing and he gestures to clink your drink glasses before he starts eating.

You watch as he silently ravages. It always went this way too. He’s starved when he comes home. Most of the time when he’s working, he avoids eating altogether or can’t find the time.

He relaxes. You eat, drink and have conversation. He’s in better spirits, having taken some time for himself and away from work.

He seems comfortable, but squirms slightly in his seat.

He’s TOO comfortable.

You have a sneaking suspicion, now. One that’s not tied to his tough feelings about a cancelled tour.

“What’s up with you?” You query.

“What do you mean?” he asks genuinely. “Like, what we talked about this morning?”

“No.” You scan him. “You look like you’re up to something. Like you’re hiding something.”

Your tone is more serious but you try no to be accusatory.

“It’s nothing,” he insists.

You nod. “Ok,” settling. You continue eating though, conversation is lulled.

Out of curiosity, you open the app on your phone. It shows the plug is powered on and the vibrations are off.

You turn the vibe on, Jungkook nearly stumbling on his barstool. You approach him and he grabs the phone from you.

“I knew it!” You kiss him, standing between his seated legs, then, pulling back with sudden realization.

“That’s what you were doing in the bathroom?”

“Yeah. What did you think I was doing?”

You shake the thought from your head. “You got yourself ready without me?” you whine, disappointed.

“I wanted to surprise you.”

“That’s so hot,” you begin to kiss his neck, no longer thinking about food.

“Well, can we finish dinner?” he says, with a mouthful of food.

You’re embarrassed by your own haste. “Of course.” You sit down calmly, patiently, and allow him to finish.

“What?” He questions as you eyeball him.

“Nothing. Just letting you finish,” you reply, sincerely.

He laughs and drops his utensils. “What, you can’t wait? You’re such a horndog!”

You scoff. “And who’s wearing a butt plug at the dinner table?” you tease, approaching to get your hands on him again.

“It hasn’t even been in for_”

“_So I’ll finish getting you readyyyyyy,” you interrupt, nearly pouting.

You slide your hands up his thighs, standing between them.

He hides a smile, you know he’s already caved in. Then, he lifts you up and you wrap legs around his waist.

He carries you to the bedroom, dropping you to the mattress. He undresses.

“Let me see?” you whisper, sitting up.

He slides face down on the mattress, burying his face. Your gaze follows his body. You straddle his legs from behind, caressing his back and groping at his muscled ass cheeks.

You pull his shy legs apart to expose the toy. You let your fingers drag over it, tugging lightly.

“You did this for me?” you ask. Ideas of what he was doing to himself in the bathroom flood your horny mind.

He nods, still mostly into the mattress.

“So pretty, baby.” You tug at the plug, sitting tight inside. You use the manual switch to set the vibe on. The low setting, like he likes.

You move the toy slowly at first until it glides in with ease.

“Is this what you did?

“Yes,” he moans.

“When you had yourself bent over the bathroom counter?” you assume.

“Mm-hmm,” he verbalizes and You push faster. He bucks back against the toy and your hand, his hole finally sliding open.

You settle him to his back, pillow propped underneath his hips and continue sliding the toy in and out of him.

He’s sufficiently opened, looking perfect.

He lays with legs spread, knees bent, eyes fluttering closed with every pump of the toy.

He fumbles your hands and pushes it all the way in to hold it in place and shudders, taking exactly what he needs.

You work the toy a little harder now., twisting and turning it along his walls, pressing against his prostate. Sweat drips over his body. Cum drips down his shaft and onto his abs. You lap at the cum on his body, cock and balls bouncing with each pump of the toy.

You make attempts to stroke him with your free hand and use your mouth on him but he shudders away each time, too close.

You’re not even thinking about coming, entranced in how beautiful he is.

He rolls you to your side, bracing a hand on your hip and slides inside from behind. He sets a pace and squeezes his own cheeks together on every thrust, clenching around his toy.

He buries his face in your neck and whines, his arms wrapped around your torso, tight.

He rolls you over and fumbles on top of you to pull another toy from the side drawer, powers it on, and holds the bullet to your clit while he pumps into you.

Precious ‘ah’s’ fill the air when he comes, pushing into you deep, feeling vibrations through his prostate and lower body. You buck against him when you come, too, shoving the toy away when it’s too much, but letting the waves flow through you.

Your bodies slow and Jungkook pulls the overstimulating toy out of himself. You drape your legs over each other, bodies tangled, and doze again.

03:52 am

He’s already gazing at you when you wake up.

You yawn and stretch, taking a hand and running fingers through his hair.

“Were you happy when you found out?” he asks, plainly, about the MOTS tour.

“What?” you stutter, suddenly awake. Guilt surges through your body. You hadn’t properly considered how it would make him feel the first time you heard the news. It’s different now.

He must understand that. It’s different now.

“I don’t want you to feel this way,” you start. “ I would do anything if you didn’t feel this way.”

He nods. “I know.” He grabs your hands in his. “Were you happy?”

You hang your head. “Yes. At first.”

“Good.” he caresses your cheek, lifting your chin. “I’m glad you were happy.”

The both of you doze again.

[byuntrash101]

Incubus: Coming of Age (Part 2)

Pairing: Incubus!Baekhyun x You

Genre: fantasy, smut 🖤

Tags: plot (typical me), demon boy (incubus), monstrous cock (like ya ain't ready), breeding kink, oral (f & m), overstimulation, breath play, dirrrty talk and more~

Raiting: 18+ (21+ it's even steamier than the 1st one 🙈)

Word count: 5.7k (the bock got me inspired haha)

Summary: Baekhyun left an indelible mark on you that one night. But the thing is it was a year ago! and that damn demon never came back... Maybe you should just forget about him... Well only maybe of course ;)

Part 1

General Masterlist

Hey guys this is the final part of this very steamy two shot ^^ I hope you guys will also like it. Please tell me what you think ^^

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...To a Man

How am I supposed to go back to a normal life after that?

Well in fact... you didn't. It was over a year later and Baekhyun never came back. Every night you were hoping that somehow, he would come visit you again. But every night you laid in your bed disappointed, actually, even worse: frustrated.

Because after that fateful night you never touched yourself to your handsome boss Doctor Park Chanyeol again. Actually, you completely lost interest in him. Sure, he was still very handsome and gentlemanly but you just... didn't care anymore.

To be completely exact you didn't touch yourself to Chanyeol, but you still did have intimate sessions with yourself... Well, you tried at least. Because nothing, NOTHING... came close to what you felt when Baekhyun took care of you that night. Actually, you knew no human being, no simple mortal could possibly fuck you that way. It's not something a being of flesh and blood can do... It's something only an unholy creature could do, something only a demon could make you feel.

So, every time you succumbed to the urge of relieving yourself by letting your fingers play with your folds it ended in either, a complete failure where you couldn't even drive yourself to your peak or a lukewarm, disappointing and frustrating orgasm...

A whole year...

A whole year spent fantasizing about a teenage demon that only used you to pass a stupid exam then vanished from your reality without failing to completely shatter your whole world...

So yeah... it sucked...

You sighed to yourself, staring at the same old ceiling of your room. It was one of those nights where the tension was just too much, but you didn't feel like going through the hassle of actually pleasuring yourself knowing damn well it was going to be temporary and frankly dissatisfying.

You turned to your side, determined to chase off the frustration by getting some good sleep. Exhausted you drifted pretty quickly into a deep slumber.

But the sleep was anything but good... You found yourself covered in sweat, wrestling in your sheets, engrossed in a fever dream. Not much of it made sense but you felt like hands were roaming your body, like an usually warm embrace was enveloping your form, you felt like rugged flesh was lapping at your ear. You heard like jerky breaths, lowly grunts, like an unnaturally deep voice talking to you...

Missed me... Kitten?

"Baekhyun?!" you shouted as you sat up in your bed, eyes snapping open.

You looked around in a slight panic, your night gown clamped to your sweaty skin and your chest heaving up and down.

"Fuck" you cursed yourself under your breath, disappointed when you realized your mind played tricks on you again... You're just here alone in your room, soaked in frustration... and arousal.

"God damn it" your curse again as you slip your night gown over your head and kick the covers off your heated skin. You are left naked on top of your bed. Immediately the cold air sends goosebumps on your humid skin, hardening your nipples.

You let you fingers slip to the crux of the problem. You know there's only one way to finally be able to chase away the memory of Baekhyun, even if it's only for tonight.

The cold fingers on your drenched heat draw a sharp breath off your lips. You're so excited about this stupid fever dream, so excited about him that only a few rubs already have you with your toes curled up in pleasure. You fist your sheets tightly.

"Aaaah... Baekhyun" you softly moan his name. With eyes closed shut, you try to recall the way he felt inside you, the way his eyes glowed red, the way his low voice sent shivers down your spine...

Oh... Kittennn~...

It was like you could hear him... you gave no rest to your sensitive and throbbing nub...

"Baekhyun I'm gonna cum" you whisper to yourself. Pleasure slowly taking over your entire body. You slip a finger inside your drenched heat to aid yourself to your peak a little quicker. Then another one. You aim directly for your sensitive spot and you feel yourself tightly clenching around your fingers. You're so close... so soclose.

"Aren't you going to wait for me?"

This time...There's no doubt.

Your eyes snap open again as you stop what you were doing and you are met with Baekhyun staring you down at the foot of the bed, licking his lips, eyes already wavering with a tint of red.

But for a second you doubt. Is it really him? You can't help but to ask yourself. He looks so different. Sure, the spare shaped black tail still loosely dangles behind him but other than that his whole aura changed. The boyish features are completely gone. Instead, he looks broader, like more muscular. His plain black tee is tightly hugging his fit and toned body, making it easy for you to see abs peaking from underneath the constrictive fabric, abs you can't recall from the previous visit. His matching jeans let you see through their rips his smooth silky skin and generous thighs... But the most noticeable change is definitely his horns. The cute 10 cm (4in) tall skin-colored horns were replaced by huge 30cm (1ft) long ones. They were directly sprouting in a spiral from his forehead and stood proud on top of his head. Their base was black but as they went up it faded to a dark and deep blood red.

Overall, he looks so much more mature...

He isn't a boy anymore... he's a man.

"Baekhyun?" you start hesitantly as the demon already slips beside you in bed. "Is that really you?" you can't help but to ask.

"Yes... Kitten... It's me" he whispers in the low voice you missed so much. Bringing his lips close to your ear and you feel his rough tongue lap at your sweet spot, the familiar sensation draws a shaky breath out of you. For a minute you don't say anything you're just there, under his spell as he plays with you. In the midst of all this you didn't even notice you were stark naked, or maybe you just didn't care. You don't want to protest quite frankly, you let him do, you let him gently nibble at your bare collarbones and plant gentle kisses on your neck. You let him because... that's what you've been waiting for... For a whole fuckingyear.

But then you shake your head, snapping out of it... You leave his side taking the sheets to wrap around your naked body and get up, knowing that his soft kisses keep you from thinking rationally.

"Baekhyun..." you turned your eyes back to him "you changed so much". He chuckled and the red glow faded to slowly disappear as he gets up.

"Yes... I know, a lot can change in 12 years..." he casually says while stepping closer to you.

Wait... What?!?!

"What 12 years? No, it was just last year" you correct him, and he takes your hands in his slender black stained fingers.

"Maybe to you... but not to me" You suddenly recall the demonic blood moon years... Maybe that's what he meant... "I'll be turning 30 this May."

Your jaw drops... how was that even possible?! But then again, here you are questioning the passing of time for an.... Incubus... so what's crazier really?

"You remember what I told you about breeding?" Baekhyun's voice pulls you out of your thoughts.

"Yes... that it is an incubus sole purpose, right?" you say absent mindedly, still dazed at the situation. But you're brought back to the present moment when Baekhyun squeezes your hands tightly and dives in your gaze with his piercing dark brown orbs.

"Yes, I came back for that..." he leans in and you instinctively lean your head back giving him unconditional access to your neck. Baekhyun's voice goes down an octave again, lips only millimeters away from your ear. "I came back for you..." he whispers before he licks around your sweet spot, making your heart loudly thump in your chest and your toes curls on the cold wooden floor of your bedroom. You bite your lip trying to restrain your voice.

"I'm going to breed you" his voice is hypnotizing, "You will bare my children and bring them into the world" You can't even wrap your mind around what he's saying, "I chose you, y/n. I only want you" His voice his putting a spell on you. "I can fuck any women I want but..." his hand is now wrapped around your nape, and the other one gently pulls on the sheets that you let fall to the ground without resistance.

"Baekhyun what do you mean?" you ask in a jerky whisper, only focusing on his hot breath on your ear. He ignores your question.

"I need your approval to breed you, y/n..." His blunt nails grazed against the naked skin of your lower back, you start to softly moan, you're completely wrapped around his fingers. "So, say yes, y/n... Say yes Kitten" he says before his large palms grope your butt cheeks closing in the last centimeters that were left between his clothed body and your naked one, sending radiating heat from your core to your entire body.

What are you supposed to reply? Are you supposed to say no? How could you do such a thing after waiting for him for a whole year, everyday growing a little more desperate, a little more frustrated... How could you possibly say no, when his hands were roam your body like they have always known you. When he whispers with that voice in your ear. When minutes ago, you would have given anything to have another night with him...

You... just...

Can't.

"Okay..." you whispered ever so quietly, barely audible even for your own ears.

You feel Baekhyun's cheek lift against yours as he smiles. When he pulls back, you can see his pointy teeth glistening under the full moon, like they did a year ago, he's wearing the same evil smirk that you know so well, or maybe this time he's even more devious...

Fuck...

Right there something snaps, something changes. When Baekhyun looks back the red glow in his eyes is more intense than ever, his expression is wicked. Lust dancing in his dark orbs as he licks his lips with appetite.

You don't even notice the red glow around your naked form before you feel your feet being lifted from the ground. Baekhyun smirks at the confusion plastered on your face. His magic makes you levitate and harshly throws you on the bed, almost smashing your heard on the headboard. You should be stunned but the scene taking place right before your eyes keeps you conscious and focused.

The red glow now circles Baekhyun and in a fraction of second his clothes are gone. Not dropped to the floor, just gone. They completely vanished. And he stands right before you in all his glory. You can't help but to let your eyes trail his body.

His sharp jawline, long narrow neck, his collarbones. The muscles of his pecs and arms moving and mesmerizing you. The dangling black tail. The toned abs already lightly sparkling with sweat.

Then your eyes finally go below the waist band.

You do remember the enormous… thingBaekhyun fucked you with last time. How could you forget? You could never. That's why you know for a fact that this thing right there in front of you, rock hard, lightly twitching and oozing precum at the slit, is actually bigger.

Your jaw drops to the floor. The veiny and pulsing monstrous cock is as lengthy as your thigh and as thick as a soda can. When you look closely it seems like the sides are beaded. Your heart jumps in your chest. Because you know that huge ass cock is made for pleasure. Tingles start to bubble in the pit of your stomach, and you unconsciously press your thighs together.

Baekhyun can't help but to smirk when he notices fear and anticipation swim in your confused eyes.

He steps closer to you.

"Oh Kitten" he starts as he crawls in bed to you. The wicked smirk still dancing on his lips, red glowing eyes fixed on you. "We're going to have so much fun."

Then with the familiar flick of his wrist your legs fly open at his will. You gasp in surprise. And Baekhyun's smirk goes wider when he notices how your folds glisten with juices.

"Kitten look at you..." He says gesturing his chin towards your most private part. "You're always so wet for me" his low voice send shivers down your spine as embarrassment rush to your cheeks. But the spell maintains your legs nice and spread out for him.

Baekhyun leans in closer to your drenched heat teeth and tongue out.

You gasp loudly arching your back when you feel his rugged tongue aiming directly for your clit. Still very sensitive from almost cumming a few minutes ago.

"Mmmmh... Kitten you taste even better than last time" he purrs, lips pressed to your core, the vibrations sending electricity in your body.

Baekhyun takes his sweet time gently lapping at and around your nub to tease you, while cascades of juices flow out of your impatient center. You can't endure the teasing anymore, not after all this time, not after a whole year. You unconsciously buck your hips up, grinding your pussy on his tongue while a tiny pleading whimper escapes your lips.

Baekhyun stops in his track. You're taken aback when glowing red eyes look back up at you and he shakes his head fainting disappointment. But the smirk is quick to comeback.

"Baby" his warm breath fans your delicate parts. "Don't be so fucking greedy" he says before sinking his pointy white teeth in the sensitive little bud. The sting pulls a scream out of you while you grip the sheets. Immediately after Baekhyun's tongue plunges inside your hungry little hole, reaching the deepest part right away. At an alluring speed, his long tongue comes in and out of you, each time poking your sweet spot. Your loud moans echo through the empty night, the familiar knot, quick to tighten again after this much teasing.

"Baekhyun don't stop" you plead, feeling your release coming. Baekhyun's red orbs sill fixed in yours while his tail lazily dangles behind him.

The incessant stimulation of your g-spot got you clenching around his long and rugged tongue while you finally cum, letting go of the knot. You scream in absolute bliss.

That's it... this feeling... The sensation you've been craving.

"Fuckkkk" You cry out.

Baekhyun parts himself from your throbbing center for a moment, allowing you to ride out your high at your own pace. Your chest is heaving up and down, sweat is pearling between your breasts.

"Baby, don't think it's over just yet" he says smirking again. "I have so much more in store for you..."

Right then, you still haven't fully recovered and Baekhyun dives down to your soaked folds again, but this time his hot and wet tongue only focusses on you swollen nub. You scream out in surprise and pleasure. Immediately your back arches again.

His tongue somehow feels like vibrations, the feeling is intense and suffocating, and you know you won't be slow be thrown into another strong orgasm again. Your hand instinctively flies to Baekhyun's hair, resting in between his two horns, fingers harshly pulling at his luscious raven black locks.

"Is Kitten cumming again?" he says with a mouthful.

You can't even process an answer as the crushing orgasm washes over you again, excessive amounts of your arousal coating your tights and linking your center to the sheets. You moan out with no restrain, making no effort whatsoever to keep your voice down.

When he's done Baekhyun sits back up on the bed. You don't even notice how he strokes his huge monstrous pole in his fist.

"Kitten, I hope you're not tired yet..." you jumped when you felt is unnaturally hot tip glide against your folds. "Because it’s my turn now"

He shimmied his way to your parted thighs. Like last time he rested his cock on your stomach to measure it up to you. Now there's no doubt the thing is much much bigger than last time. A year ago, it reached to your midriff, now the red tip is comfortably placed between your boobs. In a sort of trance, you wrap your hands around it, the both of them can barely circle the girth of his dick. It's huge... Abnormally long and terrifyingly thick... but you can't wait to feel the thing inside you.

Baekhyun smirks when he notices you eyeing his member with burning desire. He pulls his hips back and aligns himself at your entrance. His tip teases you as you bite your lip, gathering your wetness for a smooth crossing.

"Look at me Kitten" your eyes shoot back to Baekhyun's glowing orbs. "Look at me while I make you take my cock" You let a tiny whimper out when you feel him pushing himself inside you. The tip gently and slowly parting you. Baekhyun grunts in your ear.

"Fuck Kitten, you're so tight for me baby" he breaths out in his low voice.

With every centimeter it gets better and better, you feel no pain at all only divine pleasure. You feel each one of the beads along his shaft, each one more pleasing than the last. Last time just that one slow stroke made you cum. And you know, history won't fail to repeat itself.

"I'm gonna cum" you whisper in a strangled breath, your eyes still locked with Baekhyun's. His smirk goes wider at your frowned brows and trembling lip. But he keeps on steadily pushing his cock inside you, spreading you further and further.

"I know" he whispers before violently pushing the last few centimeters in. The unexpected and overwhelming pleasure washes over you as you sink your head back in the pillows, a long string of moan falling of your lips while your cunt twitches uncontrollably around Baekhyun, a satisfied grin playing on his lips.

"Kitten" he says while pulling back slowly as you are still high from your climax. "I don't think you're ready for me" You difficulty open one eye to look at him and nod to contradict him. Baekhyun chuckles. "You think?" he asks popping his dick out of you while your walls desperately clench around nothing.

"Yes" you whisper, squirming, craving for him to fill you up again. "Yes, I missed you so much" the words roll of your tongue before you even realize it. Baekhyun lifts an eyebrow.

"Really Kitten? You missed me?" you nod again. "Well... you only waited for a year" you gasp as his hot tip circles your aching little nub before going back to your entrance. "I waited for 12 years" he says in an unnaturally low grunt.

He slams his hips into yours in one powerful and shattering thrust which sends you right back to screaming again. His movements are fast and precise each time he sends his big cock smashing against your g-spot. The pleasurable feeling is unbearable.

"Baekhyun... Aaaahh..." you moan his name, as you get dangerously close to the edge again.

"Yes, moan for me Kitten" he says through greeted teeth. "Aren't I a lot better than last time?" he pants out.

You can't believe it but it's true. You didn't think it was possible but yes. He got incredibly better at fucking you to the point that you're ready to pledge your pussy to him for eternity. For him only. You'd do anything to be fucked like this every day until your body eventually gives out from exhaustion.

"Yesss.... Aaaaah... fuck" You shout closing your eyes under the pleasure. Your loud and unrestrained moans make Baekhyun smirk.

"You're mine" he growls continuing to fuck you deep and hard. "Fucking look at me I told you" He plants his nails at the side of your face, making you wince and also open your eyes. The red glow is brighter than ever. "Say that you're mine" he commands.

"I'm yours" you whine locking eyes with him as the clenching of your cunt warns Baekhyun of how close you are.

"Kitten, are you gonna cum again?" he chuckles eyes locked into yours, furiously pumping his abnormally large cock inside your now shapeless hole.

"I'm gonna make you mine Kitten. I'm gonna pump you full of cum. Do you want that Kitten?"

"Yes please" You beg in a short breath, your release getting dangerously close.

"Good girl" He grunts getting close to your ear, his rugged tongued licking the shell of it. "Now cum. Cum around my big cock while I fill you up to the brink with hot cum."

The low whispers are enough to rocket you over the edge. You scream in absolute bliss, twitching around his huge cock as you feel the hot sticky liquid rushing into you and overflowing out. Just like last time the quantity is insane, testifying of Baekhyun’s demonic nature.

When Baekhyun finally slips out of you, you feel your heat meekly clench around nothing, already missing Baekhyun's monstrous cock.

You are left completely dazed, lying on the bed, eyes still rolled back in your head, focusing on the fading sensation of your peak.

You don't even notice when Baekhyun stands by the bed and you also don't notice how, contrary to last time, cumming has not calm him down. The "thing" is still alive and lively. In other words... he's far from done with you.

"Kitten I'm gonna fuck your face now"

You don't have time to process the meaning of those words that you are pulled by your arm. Your body is lying across the bed while your head is resting upside down on the edge of the mattress.

"Open wide Kitten" Baekhyun's hot and wet tip brushes against your lips. Almost out of instinct you open your mouth.

Baekhyun presses himself inside your narrow mouth. The stretch is excruciating, the thing is too big. Way too big for your tiny mouth and you barely manage to take the head of his dick inside your crowded mouth. Baekhyun grunts loudly, indulging in the feeling of stretching your cute little mouth to his convenience.

"Fuckkkk... y/n"

When he reaches the back of your throat he starts to slowly pull out, taking his cock completely out. You cease the opportunity to take a deep breath. Good call! Because the next second, Baekhyun goes back inside you but with much less care. He places both of his hands on your cheeks gripping your face tightly to facilitate the penetration.

He has no mercy for your poor sore throat, his powerful thrust silencing you except for the wet and sloppy sounds that your mouth makes.

"How does your cum and mine taste Kitten?" he grunts again.

His voice sends shivers across your skin, your eyes roll back as your pained pried open jaw gradually goes numb. You want to scream yes but you can't. You want more, more of this intoxicating taste taking over your mouth and clouding your mind.

"Fuckkkk... Kitten... You're gonna make me cum" He whispers, his voice conveys the feeling of his high getting closer. "I'm gonna cum in your mouth baby. You want that Kitten?" You only produce a gargled moan but Baekhyun knows how eager you are to taste more of him.

He fucks your face a little more before whispering

"Such a good girl for me"

Only instants after you feel the stream shoot to the back of your throat, instantly filling your mouth. So many squirts crash on the inside of your cheeks and on your tongue, some even go through your nose. The bitter taste invades you and your entire body, making your head dizzy.

When Baekhyun pulls out you hurriedly swallow a big mouthful of thick and hot cum before drawing a sharp -and much needed- breath.

Baekhyun gently strokes your cheeks.

"You're such a good girl for me Kitten" he says before laying back on the bed. His back is settled against the headboard. And your eyes go wide with stupor when you notice that...Still... The monster has not... calmed down.

You feel exhausted and drained out by all the orgasms you failed to count. You can't even move a muscle... even if you tried.

But you don't have to because once again your body is enveloped by a red glowing light. With that you are lifted in the air. Baekhyun's magic spread your legs into an impressive split, suspended above him while he patiently waits for you with his hands behind his head.

Beads of sweat formed on his chest and rolled down his toned abs. Sweat also sticking his bangs to his forehead and his horns. He's absolutely gorgeous, he has the kind of looks that nobody would ever be able to turn down... and especially not you.

But he looks everything but tired.

Slowly his magic lowers you down. You gasp when his hot tip brushes against your drenched folds.

"I just need more of you Kitten. Can you handle me?"

You want to respond but already the steady descent as you stretched out around his girthy cock. Making you whimper as a response. Slowly but surely Baekhyun makes you go down, cunt perfectly angled with his huge dick. Each centimeter, each bead going inside you, feeling like agonizing pleasure.

When you are halfway through the red light around your body goes off and he drops you to take the rest of him in one go. And it’s too much for you. The way his cock smashes into your sensitive sweet spot while Baekhyun has his glowing red orbs fixed on the place your bodies meet sends you into the abyss again. This time the pleasure is so intense that not only your needy cunt absolutely crushes Baekhyun's cock with uncontrollable spams but also gushes of your juices come out of you in powerful streams, drenching Baekhyun's muscular torso. Baekhyun smirks as he clicks his tongue and shake his head.

"Kitten... You came again with the very first stroke" he says fainting disappointment, taking pleasure in seeing you struggling, shaking uncontrollably, eyes rolled back, jaw hanging open and toes curled up.

Then you feel yourself getting lifted again the red glow comes back around your figure. You whimper as you feel Baekhyun slide out of you. But right before the tip pops out, he smashes you back onto him. You arch your back as a delighted long string of moans escape your lips.

"Damn Kitten you're so tight" Baekhyun says through greeted teeth.

You can't even reply anything as he's already lifting you up with his magic. Each time he increases the pace until he has you jumping up and down his girthy length. The familiar knot tightens again.

"How good does my cock feel baby?" Baekhyun asks his red eyes fixed on you as he makes your boobs bounce.

"It's the best.... Baekhyun it's the best thing ever. I wanna be fucked like this every day" you answer in a delighted scream. It's visibly what Baekhyun wanted to hear as the evil twinkle in his eye intensifies.

"Yeah Kitten? You want that?" he grunts in the low voice you love so much, sending swarms of butterflies fly in your stomach. He goes faster again. The wet sounds of skin clashing bounce off the walls punctually interrupted by Baekhyun's grunts and your moans.

"I'm gonna c-" You want to announce but Baekhyun interrupts you.

"Not yet Kitten, this time you'll cum with me and when I tell you to" He makes you hover over his dick. Still, just above him. You squirm only wanting to be filled again.

"Say what you want Kitten"

"I want your cock Baekhyun" he raises in eyebrow. "Please" your pleads make Baekhyun smirk again.

"Yeah baby? Is that what you want?" he says as he slips the tip inside, the beaded shaft make you scream in bliss as Baekhyun slowly lowers you on his cock, legs spread wide, offering him the best view on your swollen and twitching cunt.

"Yes!!!" you scream while tears well up in the corner of your eyes.

But then Baekhyun's spade shaped tail swiftly wraps around your neck, the slick scales gliding on your skin send goosebumps in the nape of your neck. When the tail has made a full circle around your neck, Baekhyun suddenly tightens the grip.

"Then fucking take it" he smashes you onto his huge cock.

You open your mouth to scream but not a sound comes out. You are completely silenced. Only the wet and lewd sounds of your pussy can be heard as Baekhyun's tip touches the deepest part of you, forming a visible bulge inside your stomach. Tears of pure joy roll down your heated cheeks.

Baekhyun then goes back to his insane rhythm. Every time angling you just right to smash your sensitive spot. Gradually your mind goes blank as he fucks you furiously, your jaw hangs open and your eyes rolls back into their orbit.

"Look at me" Baekhyun whispers in his demonic low voice. Your eyes snap to him. "I'm gonna cum inside you" he continuous to whisper. You nod vigorously, cause you know it means he'll finally let you cum too. "With this one I'll make you mine. I'll impregnate you. I'll make your belly swell with my children" You nod again, streams of tears wetting your cheeks. The restriction of blood to your brain makes you see stars as the pleasure rises again to an unbearable level.

"Now cum. Cum for me Kitten" Baekhyun grunts.

You feel his cum flow into you, this last thing sends you over the edge into the most intense orgasm you ever felt, that's including the ones Baekhyun gave you in the past. This one is different. This one is too much. His big fat cock smashing into you, his drenched chest glistening, the dirty talk, the pet name, the commanding tone, the demonic voice, the tail around your neck, the thick and hot cum filling you up.

Your spread-out legs shake uncontrollably as Baekhyun leads you to completion. Just as you are on the verge of losing consciousness due to the air restriction but also the heavenly stimulation of your orgasm, Baekhyun loosens his tail around your narrow neck. A strangled scream escapes free of your sore throat as you are finally able to vocally express the immense pleasure you feel.

"Yes, that's it baby" Baekhyun purrs as he keeps you going up and down his length.

You cry out a long moan as your head is thrown back and your tongue hangs lose out of your mouth. Baekhyun slowly decreases the pace until it comes to a stop. He lifts you out one last time, as soon as his big member pops out of you, gallons of his cum flow out of you. Baekhyun lays you down gently next to him. Before linking his lips with yours and shoving his long and rugged tongue inside your mouth and you don't even notice the red glow marking you in the lower stomach region.

You lay there for you don't know how long, trying to gather your thoughts. You are completely drained, fucked beyond repair...

After a while Baekhyun stands back up.

"In three weeks, the children will be born" you difficulty open your eyes back to look at him. "I'll be back to take them... and you."

What?!?

"Wait... me? Also babies??? Plural?" so many questions shoot through your mind.

"Yes" Baekhyun says as he wipes himself with a piece of cloth he found. "I marked you as mine" It's only now that you notice the small drawing Baekhyun tattooed on you with his demonic magic. It's a language you can't comprehend.

"What is this?" you asked pointing to the tattoo.

"It means you are to be my wife". Your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets.

"WHAT?" You yell, flabbergasted.

"Yes, you know what a succubus is right, female incubus? " you nod unable to speak one more word.

"Well, no succubus are born. Succubus are only made. They are human women chosen by incubus to become their wife and bring their heirs to the world."

You want to say something, but you only stutter nonsense.

"Over the next three weeks you will kiss your humanity goodbye. Horns will sprout out your forehead and you will grow a tail. Your magic energy will increase, and you will slowly be able to use different magic spells. In three weeks, I'll bring you to the magic realm where you will live with me. And serve me with your body..." Baekhyun marks a silence "and heart."

"But... you... I-" Baekhyun sits next to you on the bed and cups your cheeks to make your troubled eyes meet his.

"Wasn't that what you asked for?" He asked in the most honey toned voice, his darks orbs fixed into your unsure gaze. He brushes his thumb over your bottom lip "Right Kitten?"

"Yes..." you whisper, hypnotized by his intense stare.

"Over the past year, your feelings for me bloomed, didn't they?" You felt blood rushing to your cheeks as Baekhyun's eyes were unwavering.

You didn't answer anything, but you didn't have to... Baekhyun knew exactly how to read you. Maybe because he felt the same way...

He got back up and with magic popped his clothes back on. Red smoke started to appear at his feet, gradually growing around him.

"I'll be back in three weeks... Wait for me Kitten, okay?" He said with that adorable boyish smile you haven't seen in a year, he winked at you before disappearing in the red smoke.

You rubbed your belly, where life had taken its domain. This time, you wouldn't have to try to go back to a normal life.

It was impossible anyway... and frankly you didn't want to.

[blueeyedgeorgie]

Cancelled-Dream Was Taken

A/N: Surprise bitch. Weren’t we expecting for me to release mcyt fanfics soon? If I didn’t tag my usual @‘s it’s because idk if you’d like to be tagged for mcyt content.

Pronouns: she/her

Word Count: 2.3k+

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"You're so harsh on him!" Her hands sat on the keyboard, staring at the green human that stood on Y/n's computer screen.

She needed to be careful. While this was a heated moment, she couldn't let herself get too loud for multiple reasons. If she got too loud, Dream's stream viewers would be able to tell she was in the next room or they would just receive noise complaints from their neighbors.

"No Y/n! You're too soft on him! He needs to learn that he can't get away with everything. You're setting him up for failure." As the h/c girl listened to her roommate speak, she had to remind herself over and over again; 'This wasn't real.' Dream was mad, not Clay.

This had all been arranged as roleplay. Y/n would be leaving in a few days to go visit some of her family for a reunion, so Wilbur had been the one to think up the brilliant idea of what was playing out now; an argument between Y/n and Dream. The plan was to have Y/n get so upset she didn't log onto the SMP for the next few days, only to come back with a master plan to backstab Dream.

At first, Clay wasn't really on board with the thought of him getting angry at Y/n. They had been together for a little over a year, there wasn't a single moment they had gotten upset with one another. But surprisingly, Y/n had been the one to convince Clay it was a good idea.

The fans knew Dream and Y/n had a close friendship, Dream had always been so protective of her. But when this was going down, they didn't know how to act.

Every time Y/n would glance at her chat, she'd see thousands of comments rising up as new ones appeared. Comment after comment, it looked like the fans were shocked by the way this stream was turning out.

"I'm not setting him up for anything! He's a kid, Dream!" Y/n glanced from the chat,  back at the screen showing her PC game. Standing on her screen was Dream and Tommyinnit, she had accompanied Dream to visit Tommy.

"You're just babying him! 'He's a kid!' Well, he needs to learn to grow up eventually," his voice had been filled with such spite. It felt weird to hear Clay speaking to her like this in such a tone.

For a moment, she stared at the green man before a short scoff escaped her lips. "I can't believe you." With that, Y/n had pressed a few keys, turning her character towards the nether portal a couple of yards away. Before Dream had gotten the chance to speak again, Y/n began to move away.

"Y/n! Come back here!"

She flicked a few buttons, taking a moment to look behind her character to see Dream following. Good, everything was going according to plan. Within the next few minutes, she'd be able to log off and she'd be on vacation for the next few days.

The h/c girl ignored the green man as she stepped through the portal, taking her to Minecraft's version of hell. Almost done, she just needed to find a good spot to stop as she listened to Dream continue to speak.

"You can't keep ignoring me! You know I'm right in this. You know you can't keep defending Tommy. You know Tommy is driving a wedge between us-"

Perfect. Y/n had stopped just on the edge of a bridge, molten lava sat feet below them. If she fell, she'd surely die. "No."

"No?" Dream was a bit surprised to hear Y/n cut him off, but he stayed silent as he was prepared to listen to what she had to say.

"No. No more. I don't wanna hear you blame Tommy for us breaking apart. I want you to listen to me. You've been acting like much more of a dick than usual and I hate it. I despise it. You've changed for the worst because you think you can step on everyone. At this point, everyone fears to tell you the truth-except me. I'll be a hundred percent honest with you, you've been so egotistical, it's really pissed me off. This is your fault, Dream. Not Tommy's. You exiled a child for pulling a prank on a vacation house! Not even George's real house!"

"But-"

"Shut the fuck up. I'm done, but I don't wanna hear you bullshit me. So shut the fuck up."

A moment of silence passed between them as Y/n stared at her screen. Just a few more steps.

And within seconds, Dream had pulled out his netherite sword. With one hit, she was falling back into lava. Y/n glanced at her chat, a look of shock on her face as she read over what a few comments said. A moment of silent tension had passed before Y/n had finally spoken up, removing her from the voice chat she was in.

"Alright guys, I guess that's enough for the day. I'll see you all... later." With that, she had clicked a few buttons, raiding Dream's live-stream as she ended hers.

For the next 20 to 30 minutes, Y/n knew Clay would be busy streaming. So she had decided to take a bit of time to wind down and think to herself.

Get a glass of water.

'Are the fans harassing him in his twitch chat?'

Sit down on the living room couch.

'The SMP fans were always so protective of me.'

Pet Patches.

'Was I too much when I snapped at him?'

It didn't seem like 30 minutes had passed when Clay had walked out of his streaming room, only to find Y/n on the couch with Patches in her lap. "Hey, N/n." "Oh, your stream is already over?" Y/n smiled, pulling herself out of her thoughts as she scoot over, giving Clay room to take a seat right by her.

"Yeah, did you lose track of time or something?"

"I must've. How did the chat react after I 'died'?" She smiled up at her boyfriend as he wrapped an arm over her shoulders, pulling her closer into his embrace.

"Everyone was filled with joy that you died."-Y/n playfully swatted at him. "Okay, okay! I got a few chat messages of people bashing me for it, but it's fine."

"Well, it's a good thing the chat wasn't completely littered with hate. How was it after my raid?"

"Honestly, not that bad as you expect. Like I said, just a few comments. Nothing bad, I just ignored it." Clay placed a hand on Patches's head, gently scratching her, followed by the animal beginning to purr.

"Good to hear, anyways... I'm not ready to pack. Do you think we can procrastinate?" The h/c girl let out a huff leaning against her boyfriend. "How?"

"I was thinking a bit of movie binging, cuddling, and ordering dinner?" A cheeky smile spread on her face as she spoke.

"It's like you read my mind."

The couple had made it through three movies, by now it was later at night. The sun had set and they had already door dashed some food. By now they were in the middle of watching 'The Empire Strikes Back.'

'I love you.' 'I know.'

The iconic moment between Hans and Leia had been interrupted by the sound of Clay's phone buzzing. "Why is George calling?"

"What?" Y/n was a bit curious herself. Considering the timezones, George should be asleep right now. Pausing the TV, she turned her attention to her boyfriend's phone.

"Hey Clay."

"What's up, George? Isn't it like early in the morning for you?" Clay raised a brow, moving his phone so Y/n would be able to see George as well.

"Yeah, I had to stay up to fix a YouTube video I need to get out today. I was about to go to bed and I checked Twitter-"

"Oh no." Clay made a short joke, only to be cut off by his friend.

"I don't know if it's trending for you in America, but you might as well look."

"What's going on?" He swiped up, taking him to his home screen so he could click on the little blue bird app. Y/n had grabbed her phone from the coffee table, opening up the app as well. "#Cancel Dream... #Y/n... #Dream SMP"

"Is... is Clay getting canceled for killing me in Minecraft?" Y/n scrolled through the tweets involving the hashtag 'Y/n.' She could see plenty of people defending her, but making it much bigger of a problem than it actually was.

"Oh, hey Y/n. But yeah, he is." George chuckled awkwardly, scrolling through his Twitter app as well.

"This is so fucking stupid."

"It really is. So we might as well get this cleared up with the fans as soon as possible. Do you want me to tweet something, or do you want to?" Y/n looked up at her boyfriend, it looked like he was thinking.

"Yeah, I'll tweet it. Don't worry about this, Y/n."

"Alright, whatever you say," she replied, pulling a blanket over her as she waited for Clay to finish typing his response.

"Here's what I'm gonna say: 'I can't believe you guys actually think me and @(y/n) are in an actual fight in real life. We have been good friends since forever, the fight was only roleplay. I love that you guys are so protective of Y/n, but no one's actually upset.' How's that sound?"

"I think that's good," George hummed softly.

"Yeah, I doubt you'll stay 'canceled' once you've explained to them it was all part of the SMP lore." The h/c girl smiled up at her boyfriend with a small nod.

"Alright, I'm gonna post it. George, I think you should go to bed because you're half asleep already."

Y/n turned, looking at her boyfriend's iPhone. "Go to sleep, Gogy!"

"Alright, alright... I'll talk to you guys later." The call had ended with Clay and Y/n saying goodbye to their friend while George simply yawned to them as a response.

As soon as the call was over, Clay looked at the response to his tweet. It didn't seem to be going too well. There had been a few fans who understood what was going on and responded with a paragraph as an apology for the misunderstanding. But most replies had been telling Clay he was bullshitting the fans or that he wasn't being honest.

"I'm sorry, Clay," his girlfriend had huffed as she read through the responses to his tweet.

"Honestly I'm just a bit pissed off. Literally, any time someone tries to 'cancel' me, it's over something stupid. I'm not a bad guy, it just feels like some people just don't want to see me succeed." Clay had excused himself to grab a glass of water from the kitchen.

It hurt Y/n to hear how upset her boyfriend was. He never got too upset over things, but seemed to take a small toll on him. "Hold on. Let me say something." The h/c girl couldn't be asked to post multiple tweets of her response to hate sent towards Clay over the internet. So what was better than a short video that could be posted to the blue bird app?

"Um, hey guys. I'd just like to make this quick. Stop sending hate towards Dream. The fight was roleplay and nothing more. I'm gonna be busy for the next couple of days so Wilbur thought of a good idea to help build SMP lore with me and Dream and we both agreed to the argument. Now stop sending the green man hate, or I'll commit war crimes or something-"

Y/n had been interrupted by the sound of Clay letting out a small giggle. "What? What did I say?"

"Nothing, just keep going with your video."

"Whatever, I'm cool. No matter what Dream says. Anyways, I'll speak to you all later." Y/n had hit the red button again, ending her video. Within seconds, the video had been uploaded to her Twitter account.

Placing her phone back down on the table, Y/n approached her boyfriend, wrapping her arms around his torso. "I'm really sorry about the hate, Clay. I love you."

"Don't apologize for something you can't control. I love you more." The brunette held his partner close, accepting her hug. Y/n always loved his hugs, she always felt so safe in his embrace.

The rest of the night had been spent with more cuddling and more Star Wars movies. Hours had passed before Y/n had even thought about the Twitter situation again. But for some reason, she had decided to look at the app again tonight.

It was 2 in the morning by now, Clay was half asleep. His head laid in the h/c girl's lap as she brushed a hand through his hair, her free hand opening up her Twitter app once again.

It had been a bit of a surprise to see a couple of trending hashtags had changed so quickly. What was trending now was #Dream, #Y/n,#(ship name), and #Dream's Laugh. This had to be about Y/n's short clip she posted. And by the looks of it, people had stopped acting so harsh towards Clay. But instead, they had decided to focus on the fact Dream and Y/n were hanging out together. Not to mention the fact Dream and let out a stupid little giggle because of Y/n. People had been apologizing to him through Twitter for being so hard on him.

"Babe."

"Hm?" Clay mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes.

"Pretty much everyone is apologizing to you over Twitter for being hardasses."

"Hm, that's good to hear."

"You're really tired, huh?" Y/n paused her scrolling to look down at her boyfriend.

"Yeah," He continued to mumble, followed by a short yawn.

"Alright, time for bed, babe." Y/n smiled to herself, beginning to carefully move away from Clay. "I can pack tomorrow and we can laugh over the stupid bird app tomorrow after you've gotten a good amount of sleep."

"I still can't believe Twitter tried canceling me over roleplay."

"I can't believe you got uncancelled by shippers."

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