#if im to make compromise why are you not to do the same
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I know he was sedated, but to me he died right then. Because that's not what he looks like when he's asleep.
#had to put my cat down earlier today#having a lot of thoughts and feelings about it as youd expect#hated that i didnt get to be there for his actual death because his veins were too small for the catheter thing so they had to use a kidney#stick and didnt want us back there#so they sedated him and then took him back#hated that. not their fault but hated it#hated that my mom kept trying to reassure herself he had a good life#i think my problem was actually that she kept doingnit outloud#who am i to judge how someone greives but who are you to impair my own process etc#if im to make compromise why are you not to do the same#i didnt like that he was cold. that was part of the issue his blood pressure was so low#his little paws ans ears were cold#he can die if he needs to but i dont want him to be cold like what a fucking#what a fucking#i dont know. how terrible to be uncomfortable while youre saying goodbye#i spent most of the day chasing sunbeams so that he could lay in my lap and be warm because my body temp wasnt enough to warm him up#and when they sedated him they just had him laying on his stomach and one of his paws was out in a way i knew he would have adjusted and his#tail was hanging off the table and he wouldnt have liked that either and it just made me so mad#because hes not comfortable and no one fixed it and#two very small things but thats whats sticking with me right now#im angry its winter and he was cold and he was sleeping uncomfortably#im not angry he died. im sad but he was 18 years old#and thats not really anyones fault#especially not his#my speaking tag#i think ppl generally tag stuff like this 'delete later' but i hate deleting things so uh#woe. cat feelings be upon ye#also am i well adjusted or am i repressing OR secret third option am i autistic#questions the world will never have an answer to.
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As cute as that post is, the hc i live behind is that Bruce has been surrounded by rich people all his life and is so aware of the kind of nasty shit they do that hes like hyperaware of protecting his kids in the Right way, and that means being extremely blunt and nonchalant about sexual things they may or may not do. Hes the dad thats constantly reminding them to use condoms or buy this kind of lube for these kinds of toys and the kids HATE ITTTTT theyre like PLEASE OLD MAN. ENOUGH. I GET IT !!!!
Hes like got a million answers for everything bc HE did so much shit in his lifetime that hes a walking encyclopedia but they would literally Die before coming up to him for any sex related questions. Which is really unfortunate (for them) bc at least TWO of his children are dating aliens and old enough to Do Things and its impossible to just google [insert alien race] anatomy; the only people who have that information are the aliens in question and BRUCE bc hes the only fucker that keeps track of this shit !!! Going to Bruce for anything is soooo dire bc the reminder that he FUCKS is like too much for them to bear, esp when hes out patrolling w Selina or Clark and hes like smiling and bickering w them its like NOOOO THATS RIGHT NOT THEM TOO âoh my fucking goddd not uncle clarkâ <- jason about to literally explode from how red his fucking face is
#chattin#suggestive#bruce#DONT know where im going w this#just that i hc bruce as someone who had very limited avenues for pleasure while doing his whole batman schtick#and so he indulged in very extreme ways and had to trial and error his way into finding something that worked for him#so kink circles have always been his best friend#and like he KNOWWWWWWWS this life is so fucking tough and stressful and theres like no way u get a bunch of teens and young adults#and people in general in the same place constantly without having them fool around its like the same shit thay happens in the olympics LOL#so hes like well its GOING to happen and i know this bc alfred tried to stop Me and that was. unsuccessful đ§ââď¸#so hes just loops back into being supportive so that they dont compromise themselves#and its the WORSTTTT for his boys bc bruce just fucking Knows when things are happening#and when theyre behaving like bruce in his early years#or gravitating to the same circles (jason) that he used to frequent#and its SO funny bc bruce is just so deadpan and dry about everything INCLUDING this#hes just an awkward dad making sure his kids are okay 𼺠he did the atupid experimental shit so they dont have to !!!!!#but what that also means is that hes in ur business way more than you want him to be#yes i am . in relations w [insert alien teammate]#no i do not need to read up on the . anatomical books you found of them in your travels.#(tim specifically) NO you do not need to ask CLARK for- WHY WOULD U ASK HIMMMM BEFORE READING THE BOOKS- DONT ANSWER THAT
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just a little personal anecdote/ thought dump in the tags..
#so there's this girl i work with - lets call her E. and i used fo work with her mum - lets call her J.#and E is overall v sweet. tho somewhat manipulative and a bit of a princess. ad i guess kind of my friend?#but only kind of bc she is younger and that maturity difference and also im her manager (we used to be the same rank)#but i was like really good friends with her mum - J. like we had v similar experiences and just clicked.#i dont talk to J anymore for several reasons (she stopped working. i got weird - like insecure and whatnot. she moved away).#and E and J do not get along very well#and like J was my friend first right. i was biased by her side of things and disagreements with E.#and tho my rship w J was kind of fucked up and i definitely carry a sadness for how that ended. it doesn't erase#that she was my friend and we got long v well and we clicked and i felt she understood me and vice versa#and similar life experiences and all that jazz etc#and i dont think it ever has occured to E that like me and her mum were actually friends??#bc like we'll be having a conversation and she'll start talking about her mum in a v negative way#and its just so so awkward#bc i know her mum isnt perfect and isnt necessarily fair to her - compared to her sister#but like E is very strong willed and she's still maturing and struggles to see past her own ego#and J is someone who definitely avoids conflict and confrontation but not by giving in - but by stepping back. if that makes sense#but thats why E and J dont get along. neither knows how to reach agreement or compromise#but anyways i understand J and respect her and it so awkward to sit there whilst E whines and trash talks#and it also makes me sad#and we're well past the pointof me saying anything#like a year ago. sure. and there were several times i did say 'hey. i know youre having feelings about this but like ur mum was my friend?#so i think its better if we dont discuss this' kind of thing#but it didnt stick. plus its kind of weird. bc its v much past tense now - like me and J WERE friends.#and like i think E thinks that she and I are good friends. which is also awkward.#bc we were coworkers so yeh. kind of friends by default - small team and o ly young ppl#but she's not rly the kind of person that i vibe with#and ive been making an effort to withdraw bc I'm her manager now and i need professional boundaries so i can do my job well#anyway thats kind of the end of my story#for some context J was previously my manager and briefly also her daughter's manager#and something ive never admitted fo anyone before but you probably picked up on already - i did have such a crush on J
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it's rlly fun how my parents just straight up. do not care. about the disordered eating. we had all this talk back when i went through a big suicidal crisis a couple months ago, i explained what was really difficult for me, eating socially, restaurants, not choosing my food, etc, and now it's like. okay it didn't exist actually.
mother i am not going to order you around, either you accept that i'm gonna have difficulty dealing with "normal people behavior" or whatnot and you stop looking at me like :/ anytime i am anything but ecstatic at the idea of eating anything anytime anyhow, or you adapt your behavior to avoid the results you don't like to see. i'm only doing my best to handle things from my side, and i am certainly not going to try measuring for you how important family social eating occurences are to you.
#''we should talk abt it uwu'' WE TALKED ABOUT IT. STOP COMPLAINING THAT DOING STUFF THAT I CAN'T EASILY HANDLE MAKES ME WEIRD.#EITHER YOU ASSUME IT'S GOING TO MAKE ME WEIRD BECAUSE YOU KNOW EXACTLY HOW AND WHY#OR YOU STOP DOING IT IF IT'S SO UWU HEARTBREAKING UWU FOR YOU TO WATCH#i'm not happy about how guilty i am too of that specific brand of ''oh this is so sad *continues doing nothing*'' form of ''compassion''#they just want me to perform anorexia recovery for them#so they can feel okay we're doing a good job at raising a normal child#they don't give a shit as long as the compusive eating is my mom's meal at the dinner table#just like they didnt care when i had roughly the same problems but not as bad before i had a restrictive phase#i cannot compromise because then WHAT im just hurting my parents for a situation that doesnt make me any happier either?#i do not want to live with them. i do not want to go place or do activities with them.#i dont want to talk to them most of the time and im perfectly willing to handle the times it could be cool to.#but it's really hard to start developping a life of your own when you first of all need like two weeks of total life-reset#quiet at home#and ''at home'' there's your parents who will simply not stop trying to pull you into going random bullshit places#and i can't say no. because the places ARE interesting and time-limited. and it makes them happy. and what am i gonna do anyway?#keep doing nothing on the computer and wait for them to come back to keep doing only the shittiest parts of this unsatisfactory routine?#try to do some work in the house or go out. for them to see that something happened?#i dont know how to live like a normal person#literally not once in my life have i been able to think ''oh i need to do X'' and then just. do X. prepare what's necessary for doing X.#go out and do X. i have to keep stuck at this computer or in this room or with this book.#because there is a million different obstacles to every single thing i'm trying to achieve and half of them are parents-shaped.#everything hurts holy shit#broadcasting my misery#vent#ed tw
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it genuinely sucks that i'll be like "hey i wish you would take the fact that i occupy this particular space more often than you do when you're organizing it" and my mom will think i'm being like hateful and disrespectful
#personal#she was demanding i put something that i need easy access to somewhere i am having a hard time reaching because of my back#i said i dont want to put it there can we talk about putting it somewhere else and she got super mad and said i was acting like a 4yr old#im like we're both adults why cant we compromise on a location and shes like why cant you just do what i ask like because this will hurt me#or trying to gently explain to her that i dont like how she organizes the car because i cant find anything afterwards + i'm in it like 95%#more often than she is because of me doing errands/going to work/etc and she'll be like how dare you i can do what i want#like yeah but you're making my experience of being in the car and finding things more difficult because of you only organizing for you#like why do i bother trying to communicate my needs and desires to her when she gets insulted because they go against what she wants#she dead ass used to tell me that i needed to accept that the real world wouldnt cater to you all the time then she pulls this shit like#girl... the same applies to you i'm not gonna want everything the way you want it... do you live on this planet?
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Now that the pjo show has been OFFICALLY RENEWED FOR A SECOND SEASON here are some things i absolutely need
-The photo of annabeth needs to be a physical photo, i dont want percy to just like stare at a picture of her in his iphone or something. NO. It has to bephysical, printed, or a polariod photo. You could argue that it makes more sense nowadays for the photo to be digital, BUT THATS WHY IT REALLY NEEDS TO BE PHYSICAL, TO SHOW HOW MUCH PERCY WANTED TO ASURE HIMSELF THAT SHE WAS REAL, SO BEING PHYSICAL HE CAN LITERALLY FEEL HER PRESENCE.
- 40/50 minutes episodes, its a must, it will help with the passing and the flow of the story.
-at least one flashback of thalia, luke and annabeth, NOT ONLY WHEN THEY JUST ARRIVED AT CAMP, i want to feel the angst through my screen.
-CIRCES ISLAND, DONT CHANGE A THING, LET THEM BE A LITTLE BIT CLUELESS. GUINEA PIG PERCY, ANNABETH MAKEOVER, STARSTRUCK PERCY, LET. IT. STAY THE SAME.
-Grover in a wedding dress, but a true and through wedding dress, im talking veil, im talking volume, compromise with the cause.
-This one is just me, but i want to see silena and beckendorf, my precious angels.
-The kiss on the check, be after the chariot race, dont do the chariot race, fucking change the whole ambience i dont care, but the kiss has to happen. I wouldnt be mad if they did it while annabeth and percy were alone, at night while watching the stars i think it would feel more intimate, and i think it goes with how the relationship has been developing in the show.
-Grovers empathy link with percy, go fucking wild with it.
-CLARISSE SCREEN TIME!!
I think thats all
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this is where it ends âËâĄâĄ
days of dodging your boyfriend after your fight finally lead you to the answer you've been looking for (read part one here) heeseung đŞâĄđ jongseong đŞâĄđ jaeyun đŞâĄđ sunghoon genre: aaaaangsttttt!!! angst!! heartbreak.. OOF warnings: toxic relationship, bad coping mechanisms, profanity, mentions of drinking as an addiction, gaslighting, arguing, 18+
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heeseung âËĘÉ
it had been 3 days since you left heeseung standing in your apartment, dumbfounded and unsure of where you were. you really had hoped he would run after you that night but he didnât and that seemed to put the nail in the coffin for you.Â
were you ready to throw away your relationship all because of this?Â
was it worth it to lose the person you love?Â
you had pondered on so many questions since that night and each question felt like you were guilt tripping yourself into thinking that your own feelings werenât valid, like you were trying to convince yourself that you were overreacting and that heeseung was right.Â
why were you being so annoying?
but these questions only led to more questions instead of answers.
were you being annoying or were you just tired of not being heard?Â
if you hadnât been the one to constantly ask him to clean up after himself would he have done it on his own?Â
why were you trying to come up with reasons to talk yourself back into his arms when you truly knew deep down the answer you were looking forâŚ
you just werenât ready to come to terms with it.Â
so here you were, hurriedly packing what you could before heeseung could come home. and just to your luck, he had arrived much earlier than you anticipated. âyn?â heeseungs says, shock painted across his face as he sees you standing in the hallway with a box of your things.Â
âwh- what are you doing?â he asks, eyes falling on the box in your hands.Â
both of you knew the answer to that.Â
âi think- i canât do this anymore, heeâŚÂ
i did a lot of thinking these past fews days and everything i thought of i found myself trying to make excuses for you. trying to figure out why i was acting this way and why i was going out of my way to make it seem like i was the one causing these issues and stressing myself out and then i realizedâŚÂ
why was i trying to compromise my own happiness and well being for someone who didnât care about me?Â
for someone who couldnât simply understand where i was coming from and couldnât even listen to me when all i would ask for was something so easy as to clean up after yourself.Â
heeseung, youâre grown and so am i and iâm done acting like your words and actions donât hurt solely for the fact that i donât want to lose you.Â
weâre over.â your eyes had tears pooling in them but you refused to let them fall in front of heeseung.Â
âwhat?â heeseung asks, slipping his shoes off and running over to you in an attempt to stop you, reaching for the box but you move out of the way before he can.Â
âyn.. can we please talk about this? donât jump to conclusions just because youâre hurt. this isnât what you want, what about us?Â
are you willing to throw us away because of some petty fight?â and thatâs when you knew that you and heeseung werenât on the same page⌠at all.Â
âthatâs what you have to say?â and at this point you had lost the fight to stop the tears from falling.Â
âyou havenât even apologized? and now youâre here trying to gaslight me into thinking that what iâm feeling is just the result of a petty fight?Â
hee, you never listen to me. you dismissed my feelings and all i asked was you clean up our bedroom because i was tired. iâm sorry but if that was such a hard task then i donât know what to tell you.Â
iâm not jumping to conclusions. heeseung, weâre done.â you say, pushing passed him so you could leave and move on. start new and heal from this pain.Â
âreally? youâre just going to walk away?â heeseung asks, still refusing to take accountability for his actions.Â
âiâm not walking away⌠you pushed me away.â
âbye, heeseung.â
jongseong âËĘÉ
jay hadnât been able to pick up a bottle of alcohol since that night⌠5 months ago. he hadnât realized he developed a bad habit of drinking all because he couldnât wrap his head around the fact that his loving girlfriend, the one who took care of him, who loved him, who fought for him to make things right, was slowly becoming someone he didnât love anymore.Â
so why was it that now that you two were broken up, he wants nothing more to get back together with you?Â
he thought about the day you finally came back. after you ran out in the middle of the night jay didnât see you for a whole week and by the end of that week, you would be gone for good.Â
âis this what you really want?â jay had asked you right before you left.Â
âits not what i want⌠but it doesnât seem like what i want would be something that could ever happen if i stayed with you.Â
you hurt me, jay. all i ever did was care for you and love you and it made me realize i hadnât felt care or love from you for a while now.Â
i truly hope that you get help for your drinking problem but iâm sorry iâm not going to be the one to fix it for you.â and with that you were gone. out of jayâs life and although you had said that you werenât going to be the one to fix his drinking problem, in a lot of ways; you did fix it.Â
he hadnât drank since that night and vowed to himself that he wouldnât drink ever again and 5 months after, heâs kept that promise.Â
jay wished that he did keep his promise to you.Â
when he finally asked you to be his girlfriend, he had promised to hold your heart close to his and to never break it. only to find himself distancing his heart from yours and eventually shattering it into millions of pieces when you got into a fight that night.Â
but he was now forced to face all of this all over again as you stood in front of him, mirroring the same shocked face he had as the two of you run into each other at a mutual friends party.Â
you hadnât seen jay since that night and although your heart ached for him, you had to choose yourself. you couldnât stand being with someone who saw you as overbearing when all you did was care for and love them.Â
you truly had been worried about jay ever since his drinking habits had gone worse and maybe you couldâve gone about it a better way and not made him feel attacked for his actions but he didnât have the same consideration for you so why should you do the same⌠right?Â
âh-hi.. yn. you look good.â jay stutters.Â
âyou do too, um.. iââ you begin to say but he cuts you off. âlook, i know we didnât end on the right foot and these past five months have been hard for me so i could only imagine how hard theyâve been on you.Â
i wasnât right to treat you that way and iâm sorry iâm only realizing it now. i miss you so much and i spend countless nights thinking about you. reminiscing on the good times and how i let myself ruin all of it.Â
iâm sorry, yn.â it all comes out like word vomit and quite frankly, you werenât prepared to hear any of it. you also hadnât expected him to have this much of grasp on your relationship five months after, but it was all too late.Â
âiâm sorry too, jayâ but i canât keep doing this. i think you need to move on. i know i willâŚâ you muttered.
âfor what itâs worth⌠you did help me⌠iâm five months sober.â he confesses and you give him a tight lipped smile.Â
âtake care of yourself, ok?â you say before turning around to leave and although jay wished that he couldâve said all of this five months sooner in hopes that it wouldâve fixed your relationship, he respects your wishes and just hopes that the next guy who comes around would love you the way you deserved to be loved.Â
jaeyun âËĘÉ
in the time youâve dated jake or quite frankly, anyone, they had never raised their voice and spoke to you in that way. jake seemed so angry and upset that it scared you. you knew that jake would never hurt you but his words pierced your heart in ways that caused you pain you had never felt before, especially from someone you love and was supposed to love you.
it always hurts more when it comes from someone you love right?Â
you had come home the next day and found jake sleeping on the couch, hugging the plushy that he often said looked like you.Â
youâd be lying if you said that seeing him like this didnât make your heart hurt⌠but it did.Â
it seemed like jake had fallen asleep on the couch waiting for you but you couldnât shake the feeling.
the feeling of being unwanted, unloved, undesirable, and not enough for someone who is supposed to love you.Â
but if jake had loved you he wouldnât have raised his voice at you.. let alone speak to you in that tone and used language that was meant to hurt someone.Â
âyn? is that you?â he says, stretching on the couch and rubbing his eyes, causing you to snap out of it. you quickly wipe away the tears that had miraculously appeared. âum, yeah. i just came to grab some things. you can go back to sleeping..â you explained as you made your way to your shared bedroom.Â
âbaby? can we talk?â jake says, peering into the room as he sees you packing your things inside of duffel bag. âwait- what are you packing? are you leaving? baby, please donât do this, can we talk this out?â he was now on his knees in front of you, clutching onto your sweater while he begged.Â
âjake, get up.â you say, rolling your eyes at him.Â
âits just for a few days, i need time to myself- i need to think, ok?â you said and even now, even when youâre still hurting because of him from the night before, you were here trying to comfort him.Â
jake stands up with a sniffle and he attempts to link your hands together but you pull away to continue packing your bag. âwhen are we going to talk about this? i love you, i donât want you to leave⌠please stay.â he continues to beg and although its working, you needed to stay strong.Â
âif you loved me you wouldnât have spoken to me like that. people who love each other donât speak to people they love that way.Â
jake, you hurt me⌠and i donât know what i did to deserve that treatment but i just wanted help. i spent all day running errands despite feeling like shit because of my period and you dismissed my feelings like it was nothing.Â
that blanket meant so much to me, you knew that it was from my late grandmother yet you tossed it aside for your own accord because you didnât have the same care for me and the things i love the way i do for you.â you said with a huff as you stuffed the last of your things into the bag.Â
âwhen will you come back?â was all jake asked and all you could muster up was a shrug, because you werenât entirely sure when you would be back.Â
needless to say, a few days turned into a few weeks, and a few weeks turned into a few months and at some point you found yourself not having the need to come back.Â
you wished you could get the closure you wanted from jake and you were sure he also wanted that, but walking away was something you needed to do. even if it was just one instance where jake spoke to you that way, it was enough for you to leave because you werenât going to allow yourself to be with someone who found it in themselves to speak that way to someone they supposedly loved.Â
not then, not now, and not ever.
sunghoon âËĘÉ
sunghoon hadnât known what he was doing, it was like his body was moving before his brain could think because he was running back inside and grabbing his car keys to drive after you.Â
he wasnât sure where you were headed off to but he had guessed that you were most likely going to stay with your mom. you were always close with your mom and she often was the person you went to when you were having troubles if you didnât go to sunghoon.Â
sunghoon knew he fucked up and he shouldnât have treated you that way let alone let some strangers treat you that way. he didnât know what let him get to the point where he was allowing these men to speak about you, the girl that he loved, in a way that made you feel small. demeaning and degrading you in a way that he hadnât realized and even if he did, he chose to look away instead of defend you all because he was filled with the greed of wanting this promotion.Â
was it even worth it anymore if it meant losing you?Â
sunghoon was speeding at this point and although you hadnât left much before he had went to follow you, there was no one else in the streets as he sped through to catch up to you.Â
in a short amount of time, heâs turning into the street that your mom lives on and sure enough, he sees you just about to walk up to the front door. he hapazardly parks the car on the side of the street and stumbles out of his car to get to you.Â
âyn, please. wait, lets talk about this!â he says and youâre startled at sunghoon suddenly appearing and you wipe the tears from your face and blink a few times to make sure he was actually there.Â
âhoon? what are you doing here?â you ask, stepping down the small stairway that led to your momâs home. âi couldnât just let you leave like that, we need to talk-
look iâm sorry for the way i treated you and even more sorry that i let them treat you that way. i love you so much and i couldnât imagine the amount of hurt i caused you for making it seem like i was okay with letting them say those things about you all because i wanted that promotion so damn bad.Â
i was selfish and greedy but those are the things that make me want you more. i donât want you to leave and walk away from me because i am selfish and greedy and i want you all to myself.Â
iâm sorry that i didnât defend you and i made you feel smallâŚâ he says and at this point sunghoon is crying. his voice breaks with every other word and you truly hadnât seen sunghoon in this much distress, ever.Â
you didnât know how to respond but the longer you looked into sunghoonâs bloodshot eyes, the more confused you became.Â
you could tell sunghoon was sincere but you didnât think this was something that could be fixed right then and there. your sensitivity was always something you struggled with and sunghoon knew that yet he brushed off your feelings like it was nothing.Â
âyou shouldnât have driven out all this wayâŚÂ
because although i appreciate your apology i donât know that iâm in the right place to accept it or to forgive you.Â
sunghoon you hurt me and you let others hurt me.Â
iâm selfish too, i want you all to myself too and i wouldnât have stayed so long if i didnât love you and want to be with you⌠but-
i donât know if i can be with someone that doesnât see me in the way i deserve.Â
and i certainly know i donât deserve any of that.â both of your attention is drawn to the sound of the front door as it opens, revealing your mother in her nightwear and arms crossed; a displeased expression on her face.Â
âiâll reach out to you when iâm ready.â you say and without another word youâre retreating into your momâs home, hiding away from sunghoon and preparing yourself to have to face the inevitable one day.Â
sunghoon on the other hand, drags himself to his car, head hanging low as he has to come to terms that his own selfishness and greed for the one he loved was also what caused him to lose the love of his life.Â
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× duke!miguel x fem!afab reader. smut. all smut. miguel tries to exercise restraint. spoiler alert: he fails. sins in silk extra <3
duke!miguel o'hara: who enjoys taking you in the most compromising of places.
he'll fuck you in the garden, behind the tall bushes of flowers taunting you on how loud you're getting.
"oh princess, i don't think it would fool anyone if they heard the flowers calling my name. if you can't bite your tongue, even the k-kingdom next door will hear of this."
"heavens," he groans. "i bet you'd like that, huh? want everyone to know how you have the best fucking cunt, yeah?" he all but moans into the back of your neck. "too bad it's all for me."
he'll excuse himself from the table just to eat you out inside the kitchen storage room, away from your father, his colleagues, and the cooks.
messily making out with your puffy pussy, moaning into your mound when your hand pulls on his hair. "m' baby needs 't don't she?" he slurs like a drunk man. his large hands wrap around, digging into the meat of your thighs only to pull himself in deeper. you're having trouble keeping your voice down, but thankfully the kitchen is a mess of noise and masks your low mewls and his groans completely.
he sneaks back to the table while you to your chambers, but you don't miss his cheeky "oh, im afraid i've already eaten dessert."
his favorite place, however, is the place he took you for the first time. he takes his time in those moments. working you up, till you almost break, then taking you apart only to put you back together over and over again.
slowly licks up your neck, with your legs fold in front of you, he pistons himself in and out of you. your antsy hands drop from your thighs to his back, up to his neck, and down into the sheets, crying out at how deep he fucks youâat how much you can see how he's been needing you. how he's been missing you.
it's in the way he kisses and worships your body, the way he whimpers whenever he's inside you, how he looks at you, even while around so many people at your father's party. how big they got when they saw you, how wrinkled the sides were when he smiled. in the way he holds you after he's fucked youâtight and warm. how he nuzzles into your neck, kissing your shoulder, completely flush to you.
but you're no better. calling out for him whenever you touch yourself, wearing his favorite color every time he comes around, with matching panties. how you wrap your hands over his arms, kissing the meat of them. how you hide little gifts, sonnets you've worked, sweets you've baked, intimates you've worn. and the way when he writes you back, "thanking you," you feel like you could die.
it's easy to secretly write about him. gush to yourself about your scandalous love with "mr. frown," you write for hours. tuck them safely into the hole inside your closet that you made when you were younger. you write all the days you don't see him, and when you do you always have to mention something from them.
"i wish time would stop when we are together, so we can see what forever feels like."
"i need you more and more every time we part. you take a piece of me with you i desperately need back. that spins and leaps inside of you when you see him again.
"if only you'd stay tonight, then my room wouldn't feel so empty."
when you tell him this, with that sparkly look in your eyes, he pauses. looking you over.
"it won't be good for us, princess."
"why is that?"
"i won'tâi won't be able to control myself, just not safe for us."
"you don't know that," you all but plead. "you have to at least be curious, of what can happen if we try?"
he understands what you're referring to because those same thoughts bounce around his mind whenever he's alone, missing you. those pestering "what if's," that keep him up, keep him wondering. the ones that eat at his resolve.
so even though it's risky, and is no good for him at all, he sinks back into your bed. kisses the back of your neck, nosing your baby hairs, and whispers a weak, "i can never say no to you"
and for a night, you two don't have to spend it missing something.
#( â ) smuts#( â ) fluff#( â ) spiderman: atsv#miguel oâhara headcanon#miguel o'hara smut#miguel ohara#miguel x reader#miguel smut#spiderman across the spiderverse smut#spiderman across the spiderverse#duke!ohara#sins in silk
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Jake Writing Guide : 2024 Colourised!
Ok well, this isn't the prime year 2014 but I really wanted to make a concise and easy to consume guide for how to write Jake accurately since he can be quite the fussy tosspot if you dont know where to start. [ WARNING ITS A BIT LONG I INCLUDE JAKE DIALOGUE TO HELP WITH UNDERSTANDING WHAT IM SAYING. ] First off: drop the commas, and the apostrophes. He uses largely run-on sentences and has a sort of rambly sense of words. He does however use "these" every now and then and just as it strikes him tends to *Drag out the ole roleplayisms.* when it suits the situation.
Jake doesn't really tend to use old-timey slang but he does have rather antiquated ways of speaking, with a pension for more articulated language. He only REALLY breaks out the old timey words when particularly impressed or exasperated for emphasis. Usually, these words are british slang.
Note how he goes on a ramble that is slightly self-centred. He also spins stories similiar to how Dirk does, but without the ice-cold deal. Tossing in his own spin with his own words.
This one is just really fucking funny.
When hes particularly exasperated he leans into it MORE. Just really spreads it on thick. Like if he continues to say funny words you'll forget everything else and be distracted by his whimsy.
Jake is FAR more socially aware than people give him credit for but prefers to avoid tricky subjects hes not too comfortable with until he feels suitably ready for it, prefers battles he knows he can win so to speak. He also tends to think hes overthinking it and backtrack into ignorance. He overcomplicates things same as dirk does but rather than doing Dirks "yup thats a me problem. Im going to quietly stress about it now!", jake brushes it under the rug and tries not to think about it like a college student trying not to think about their outstanding academic paper and the promise of "Yeah, I'll do it later" (doesn't)
Note his more genuine understanding of why Dirk functions the way he does, well aware of the pros AND cons of having something like a combat machine hunting him.
His awareness of Janes crush and reluctance to deal with it:
Subsequent backtracking and denial of said premonitions, brushing it under the rug. Again, stating his reluctance to get into it because it's a situation he's not wellversed. Jake doesn't like being put into unpredictable situations, he prefers the easy road that won't inconvenience him much.
Also his desire to be seen as seemingly perfect and not have to dwell on others intents. Now this is something I don't see touched on as MUCH on writing guides for Jake English (then again the majority were made in 2014 so who can blame them.) But when Jake touches on what he views as MORE TABOO feelings aka ones which compromise the go-getter Adventurer image that arent BRAVE and GUSTO and GUNS, such as weakness, hesitation, he tends to pose back to the asking party as a question and reconsider his thought process. Like: Do YOU think its ok for me to feel this way? Why do you think that? Could you imagine me thinking something like that? He cares a LOT about his image and whats acceptable for him to be and to mask his difficulty in some social situations.
He doesn't like acknowledging that which might be sort of difficult for him to come to terms with, with the ye olde character trait of repression that him and John share, believing if he keeps his feelings buttoned up, they don't need to feel embarassed (aka: avoidance)
Hes also a fair bit more snarkier than fanon gives him hooks for. His subconscious takes the form of his best friend, but its commented as being âlike hal, in terms of snarksâ. Jake can also be the snarky customer to Dirk AND Hal, and Caliborn too. He's a gentleman to ladies (TO A DEGREE) but with guys he's not afraid to be more cutting with it. I am begging you on your hands and knees to drop the woobified jake english and make him slightly snarky and a bit offputting and weird. Jake grew up in the middle of a jungle and burned his grandmother.
Also he seems to be slightly aware of outside forces, note him calling attention to the fact he knows things he shouldn't canonically even be able to know.
Because Jake IS a little freak. He thinks corpse puppetry is funny. He punches what he thinks is fish hitler while ranting about movies. Hes funny as fuck. Hello.
However, with all of THAT out of the way, lets focus on some of the more ABRASIVE parts of his personality. While Jake is funnily charming with his old lingo and tendency to ramble, he has issues! One HUGE one is reluctance to fully FACE things he doesnt feel he has a full grasp on. He DOESNT like going out of his comfort zone, he DOESNT like talking about his emotions to people he really cares about or thinks has fallen for his manic dreamboat pixie persona, He's well aware people fall for it. He works hard to make sure people DO. But it sort of restricts him to that persona, he can't grow from it as long as he holds onto the idea that this persona hes chasing is the only way he can BE without being vulnerable.
Jake can be OVERBEARING, and not just that, painfully unaware when he's up his own ass! This critic he gives to Dirk applies to himself! The reason why he doesn't like brainghost dirk is because GOD forbid the man self-reflect juuust a little and find something that upsets him. Nope! Not going to deal with it. Just as quickly as he is to switch the thought that everyone loves him, he is just as likely to switch to think that everyone doesnt.
Anyways, I think thats all I have to say, Jakes words speak a LOT about his character, and I genuinely love him a lot. He has some words i think about a lot and hes genuinely such an awesome guy. I'll let a few choice pieces of dialogue from Jake himself close this out for me.
This was one of the last conversations we see with him. And I still think about his words a lot.
I'll probably edit this when I get the energy. But I think i covered most of it. Happy writing!
#jake english#homestuck meta#borzoi meta#homestuck#hom3stuck#borzoi talks#astonishing roleplay guide in this year of 2024..#boy oh boy was this a doozy..
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hello ! i saw that you were open for requests. could you do sick reader and james being the best bestfriend ever (and oblivious as hell) takes care of them? maybe they could be childhood friends so james doesn't realize that what he's doing in inherently romantic, like kissing reader's forehead to check their temp, giving his shoulder to them to lay on, sleeping in the same bed, and such.
AND even after reader is no longer sick, james still insist on spoon feeding them and acting like a helicopter mom.
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what a lovely idea! thank you for the request <3 i love this because earlier this summer i had a nasty sinus infection for like 3 weeks :/ i wish i had a james potter then lol also i noticed you used they/them pronouns in ur req. im not sure if you wanted gn!reader, but i think it ended up being that way anyway. i didn't need to use pronouns, or even y/n, in this fic <3
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⢠james potter x reader ⚠1.4k ⢠warnings/tags: fluff, no use of y/n, no magic
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It was only an hour ago that you told James over the phone not to worry about you.
Now, he stands in your bedroom, having let himself into your flat with the spare key that you that keep at his parents' house for emergenciesâ which he uses very often, but hardly for emergencies.
"James," you complain in a nasally voice, "I'm going to get you sick."
He plants his hands on his hips and looks at you scrutinizingly. It reminds you of Euphemia when she would scold you and James as children, and truthfully, when she sometimes scolds you these days.
"Nonsense, my immune system is built like a tank."
"James," you whine further.
He ignores you as he approaches your bedside, frowning as he takes in your sickly appearance. He gently brushes away the sweat-drenched hair from your forehead.
"My poor thing," he comments before bending down to press a lingering kiss to your forehead.
"You don't feel terribly warm, but you look flushed," James' wrist swivels to press the back of his hand to your cheek, "Do you feel hot?"
"A- a little," you croak, knowing full well that a raging blush is the real culprit behind your reddening face.
James' frown deepens as he dives into his next area of concern, "Have you been eating? You hardly had anything in your fridge."
"I have enough peanut butter and jelly to get me through an apocalypse. Why were you in my fridge?"
"I had to put away the groceries."
Your eyebrows draw together, "What groceries!?"
"I bought you groceries," he says nonchalantly.
"Why would you buy me groceries!?"
James is suddenly sheepish. He rubs the back of his neck, "It's not much. Mostly ingredients for the chicken soup I'm gonna make."
"Make? If you really must you could've just gotten a can ofâ"
"Eugh! I would never subject you to canned soup!"
You roll your eyes at his dramatics.
"That processed shit is just going to make you feel worse," he adds.
"Does Effie know she's created a monster?" you mumble to the ceiling.
James' chuckles, "Look, I'm already here, I've already bought the food. Just let me make you a nice soup and then I'll get out of here." James raises his hands in the air to indicate his surrender to compromise.
Your head hurts too much to continue an argument that you know you won't win, so you relent and wave him off to the kitchen.
Before James leaves you, "Are you comfortable? Do you need anything before I go?"
"I'm fine."
"You sound stuffy. Is there a lot of pressure? Do you like a hot or a cold compress?"
You wince as you imagine a cold compress, feeling like that would make your headache somehow feel sharper against your brain.
"Hot."
James smiles, happy that you're beginning to give into his care, and disappears from your sight.
He returns with a warm, damp cloth and a paper shopping bag stuffed under his arm. He starts unloading his haul onto your night table.
"I brought you the nice tissues, the ones with the lotion so that they don't irritate your nose. And are you taking medicine? I wasn't sure what your symptoms were or what you usually take so I got stuff for everything. I've got nasal sprays, decongestants, cough syrupsâ which I'm pretty sure you hate so I bought lozenges too."
You watch despairingly as he sets medicine after medicine down.
"I took paracetamol an hour ago," you inform him.
"That's it? You could at least use the nasal spray then. Here, let meâ"
You place a hand over his that fiddles with the cap of the spray, "I've got it. Just go make your soup."
James looks up from the little white bottle, "Oh yeah, sure." But he hesitates before he goes, "You want a lozenge though?"
You yield to James' incessant efforts, figuring he would feel better if you let him do something for you. You hold out your hand to accept the lozenge but as soon as he sees you nod, he is already set on removing its waxy wrap and popping it in your mouth himself.
At last, he presses the warm, damp cloth gently over your closed eyes and retreats to your kitchen.
He reappears every so often to rewarm the cloth that's over your eyes, bring you cups of water or herbal tea, and make sure that you're still comfortable. He's offered to fluff your pillows five times.
The next time he enters your bedroom, he's finally carrying a bowl of steaming soup, one of your dishcloths a barrier between his hands and the hot porcelain.
You sit and hold out your hands to accept the bowl.
"Oh, it's far too hot for you to hold," James says, choosing to ignore the fact that he is doing just fine holding it himself.
He plants himself on the edge of your bed and starts blowing on a spoonful of the savory soup.
"You can't be serious," you mutter, sniffling.
"Just lean back and relax," James instructs, "let me take care of you."
James looks at you with the roundest, most doe-like eyes can can muster. Oh, those stupid big brown eyesâ it's impossible to resist them.
You let James feed you what just might be the best soup you've ever tasted. Rich flavors dance on your tongue and you try not to let your eyes flutter closed in bliss, but the enjoyment is written across your face anyway. He refrains from teasing you, feeling too much pity for your being unwell to make any fun.
"Is this helping any?" James checks, blowing on another spoonful of broth.
You hum affirmatively, "It's really nice," you murmur, letting the warmth of the soup spread across your chest.
A prideful smile finds its way onto James' lips.
After he he scrapes the last bit of soup onto the spoon and brings it to your mouth, he places the empty bowl onto your night table. You realize that you still need to thank him and you share words of gratitude as you wring out your neck.
"You alright?"
"A bit stiff from being cooped up in bed," you roll out your shoulders.
"Well, you needed your rest," James says, studying you. "Here, scoot up."
You look at him curiously as he helps you scoot forward. When he starts settling in behind you, your eyes round.
"James!"
You've lost count of how many times you've uttered his name in scolding today. Your face flushes crimson and you count yourself lucky that he at least can't see it this time.
James shushes you, and your protests die in your throat when his hands apply a satisfying pressure to your neck.
He can't help but chuckle, nor can he help seek your approval, "Helping?"
"Uh-huh," you sigh, your eyes fluttering closed, and you feel James' body rumble with laughter against you.
The coming days play out similarly, and you've quickly ceased protesting against him. James attends to your every need and casually showers you in affection day after day.
He even insists on staying over some nights, which you do protest against, as he means to sleep on your couch which is not even long enough for him to lay flat. But you need not worry about that, because when night falls he ends up dozing off next to you in bed, where he intended to only stay until you fell asleep.
In the mornings, neither of you seem to mind waking up in each others arms.
Within a few days, your health improves, but this doesn't stop James from continuing to tend to you.
"I haven't run a fever in days!" you protest as James' lips still against your forehead for several seconds.
"You never know," James mumbles against your forehead before pulling away.
You huff as you meet his eyes on his retreat, "I'm not sick anymore, James."
"You still sniffle sometimes," he shrugs, turning to collect the empty bowl on your night table, which he fed you fresh stew out of for lunch this afternoon.
You chuckle at his antics, "It's just a lingering sniffle, it will probably clear up by tomorrow. Besides, I hardly need someone taking care of me for that."
James pulls his lips into a timid line, feeling quite sheepish. He hides his face as he turns to leave your room with the dirty dish.
He tsks as he formulates an excuse for himself, "Or it means that your illness is coming back for a second round. What kind of friend would I be if I don't make sure it's gone before I set you loose?"
James makes his way to the kitchen to wash your dishes, seemingly unaware that he might enjoy taking care of you a bit more than a friend would. Or maybe heâs simply embraced the comfort of being exactly where he wants to be.
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Shy Shy Shy // Bang Chan x AFAB!Reader
"What is it that you really want then babe?" "A lot," you whisper softly, looking away from him, "And quite frankly I'm terrified,"
Tags: Smut, Oral Sex (f receiving), Use of Hitachi Wand, Fluff, Slight Name-Calling (by author and chan lmao im so sorry), Petnames (baby, baby girl, etc.), Praises, Shy!Reader, Beginner!Reader,
Disclaimer: title is from TWICE's Cheer Up but the song is FAR from the story. i will make a part 2, but for now enjoy this one. Minors DNI. NSFW Content.
You and Chan have had sex once. He was your first time, and to say that it was sweet and tender was an understatementâand as much as you were shy to admit it, it got you hooked. However, it has been nearly a month since then and nothing seems to transpire between the both of you which left you slightly restless.
Did he find you inadequate the last time? Do you need to practice more? Did he not like it? And one of the self talk that jarred you so much was Why am I constantly horny? Laughable really, you bought a Hitachi wand just to get off yet it wasn't quite the same. Somehow in some way you turned insatiable, only stopped by your shyness and the want to preserve your dignity in front of Chan despite the raging horniness internally embedded in your system.
And worse part is you chose to shut up about it, letting it be kept in like a dirty little secret.
So whenever you and Chan are cuddling for movie night you have to make a more conscious effort to not touch too much, or grind on his thigh, or prolong the kiss just so that you don't jump him and immediately regret it because you have zero clue on what to do. Like right now;
He has one hand on your back, another on your waist, both of you laid down on the couch while he runs his fingers across your clothed spine gently, not even putting pressure. It was relaxing until it suddenly just wasn't. The touch was extremely light yet somehow exhilarating to you, like the little virgin whore that you are. "Y/N-ah?" his voice snaps you out as you rigidly look up, realizing that his ministrations stopped and his hand is parked up at the couch instead, a small frown forming on your face, "I'm sorry, did you not like that?" he softly asks before you tilt your head in confusion.
"The what Channie?"
"You suddenly tensed up, I thought maybe you didn't like being touched on your back,"
Your cheeks redden up, heat flaring on your face as you shake your head shyly, "Not at all!" you defend, wanting to be swallowed whole by the couch, "IâI don't hate it," you stammer.
"Baby, you can tell me if something makes you uncomfortable," Chan frowns, sitting both you and him up instead of laying down, "And I might've pulled your attention from the movie, I'm sorry,"
"No! I swear I'm not lying," you shake your head vehemently, "I didn't hate it Channie. I justâ" and before you start to ramble on you stop, tongue automatically lodged in your mouth you couldn't even make a sound even if you wanted to. Chan furrows his brows a bit, "Just what?"
'I'm just incredibly horny when you do that,' was the sentence in mind but where was your tact. You remained seated there like an idiot, unmoving and absolutely speechless.
"I just hope you aren't forced to go ahead with my own whims, Y/N," and oh no he was pulling out the first names. What happened to baby, babe? "If it isn't what you want I can always compromise and comply,"
"Channie," you frown and take his hand, "Like I said it's not that I don't want it,"
"What is it that you really want then babe?"
"A lot," you whisper softly, looking away from him and simply conceding because that face was enough ti tear your heart into two. 0/10, not recommended. "And quite frankly I'm terrified," you admit before your grip against his hand fall weak.
"Like what? I promise I won't judge. I'll give you the world baby, just say the word," he cajoles, cupping your face tenderly as you peer through your lashes, "Promise?"
"I promise, sweet girl. What is it?"
You bite your lower lip, feeling a new surge and boost of confidence before you cup his face and gently pull him towards you, entrapping him in a kiss. You had no idea how to deepen it, simply pushing your lips against his and tugging on his shirt shyly with two fingers until he gets the request. He licks on your bottom lip as you give him leeway to slip it in, trying to slowly move along his motions while trying not to fuck things up by being greedy.
He slots into you perfectly, guiding your tongue against his as you let out a cute little whimper, eyes tightening shut before you both pull awayâyou for a reprieve and him to check if you were alright, always the gentleman. "Y/N?"
"I have a confession to make," you keep your two fingers on the hem of his shirt, "IâEver since last month," you squeak out as nervousness makes its way to his face, "It's... It's like I turned into an entirely new person? Like I'm always..." you struggle to properly pull the words out as he patiently waits, "I always need you, Channie. For gods sake I bought a sex toy because of you," you reveal while burying your face in your hands as your boyfriend's eyes widen.
"Really baby?" he asks, his hands finding your arms while he rubs them comfortingly, "Do you...want to do it again?" he asks as you nod, still buried in your hands. "Look at me baby," he coerces you out of your palms, urging you to look up at him, "Do you?"
"Please Channie," you whine, "Don't make me say it out loud,"
"Then how am I gonna know what my baby wants if I don't?" he chuckles lightly, "What do you want? I can help you play with the toy, show me how you do it. Or you can ride my thigh, pretty little baby rubbing her pussy against my leg. Or I can fuck your pretty little cunt, what do you say?"
"Either and all?" you let out in barely a whisper before he chuckles, eyes glazing over with affection and lust before he pulls you to his lap, effectively straddling him. "All it is then," he smiles at you, "Just tell me what you want. I'm all yours,"
Your heart tightens at that, absolutely in love with this man and somehow your core tightens along making you tentatively grind against his thigh, clothed cunt flush against his shorts. "CâCan you guide me?" you ask. He nods before thumbing the garters of your pyjama shorts, "Let's get this off first pretty girl," he instructs before pulling it off, lifting the hem of his shorts so that his bare thigh is pressed against your clothed pussy.
He grips onto your hips, guiding you along as you grind softly, friction building up as your wet and aching cunt rubs along his skin, a series of sweet and small whimpers getting knocked off you as he simply observes, staring at your face intently while your hands try to scramble for anything. "You can touch yourself baby girl, it'll help,"
And without hesitation this time you start rubbing on your clit, feeling the dampness in your underwear grow before looking down to see a tent in Chan's underwear. "Chris, I wanna grind on your cock please," you request as he lets out a 'Fuck,' before tugging his shorts off, leaving him with only his boxer as you shift your placement and start grinding on his boner, a breathless sigh knocked out of you while you lazily rub your clit. "Mnh, fuck baby, I never knew you were this slutty," he chuckles while watching you, "Pretty little baby has so much to show me. Don't you?"
"Only for you," you moan while grinding, the knot in your stomach tightening as you look down and see the feral glint in his eyes adding up. "Kiss?" you ask before he cups the back of your head and pulls you down while you continue your ministrations against his hard cock, now nestled between the gap formed by your soaking underwear.
The kiss turns more and more obscene, the smacking sounds absolutely fuel to the fire in your core, spit swapping between the two of you. Suddenly your clit gets tugged up against your underwear, a louder much more prominent moan knocked out of you which makes Chan's body tense up, "Fuck baby, I wanna eat you out," he begs, "I wanna hear more of that. Can I please?"
You nod before he grabs you by the back of your thighs, instinctively locking your own legs around his waist while he carries you to your bedroom.
Placing you down, he immediately crawls to your aching heat, wet and warm against the fabric of your panties. He tugs on them wordlessly, nearly ripping them off before he simply stares at it. "Where's the toy you bought my love?"
You crawl over the night stand, opening a drawer before pulling out the Hitachi wand and handing it to him shyly. "IâI love playing with my clit," you explain, "It feels good,"
"Alright, I got you," he nods before grabbing the backs of your knees and placing it on his broad shoulders while your stomach tenses up in anticipation. You still had your shirt and bra on but essentially bottomless already, feeling more of a pervert than if you were completely naked. And without warning, Chan licks up a stripe on your pussy, making you yelp out.
He kisses up on your folds before slotting his tongue through, the vibrations of the Hitachi suddenly come to life as he presses it against your clit while fucking into you with his tongue. A loud, obscene moan escapes you, tugging on his hair and your thighs tightening against his face which makes the vibrations more intense.
"Chan!" you yell out, name slipping from your raw bitten lips line a mantra, "Fuck! Fuck! Channie!" you cry out, slowly getting more and more overwhelmed before he stops the wand and detaches his face, making you whine.
Spit and slick cover his chin and nose as he laughs breathlessly, "Fuck, you're so delicious baby girl,"
"Daddy make me cum," you whimper and beg.
"We have all night baby," he soothingly rubs his hand over your thigh, before ducking back in between your lap, "Feeling alright?"
"The best," you choke out, "It feels so amazing Channie,"
"Good," he simply states before you could feel a finger prod into your hole while his tongue starts laving at your cunt again, slurping heard as it makes you roll your eyes back and arch up in pleasure. A litany of moans and whines escape you uncontrollably, Chan's name and profanities a steady stream.
As you approach your high, you can feel the tension in your stomach tightening, toes curling in pleasure while you fist the sheets. He grabs the wand again and presses it against your bud, tongue still spearing into you as the noises spilling out your throat get louder. You tug on his hair, biting your lip with a long drawn groan mixing with his' before you feel the knot unfurl, sensitivity at its peak while you spill into Chan's mouth, his tongue laving and lapping up at your juices.
Your thighs tremble by the sides of his head, a cry escaping you while he keeps on overstimulating you with the Hitachi, making you tug on his arm, "Good girl, take it for now sweet thing. My shy slut," he grins down at you.
Your legs continue to writhe about because of the spent nerves on your clit before he finally pulls away and you let out a deep breath out of relief, eyes clouded with lust and half lidded. You reach out to cup Chan's face, wiping off the slick on his chin with your thumb before licking it off.
"Thank you Daddy," you whisper before pulling his face closer, "Would you please fuck me now? Pretty please? Put your dick into me?"
#skz#skz bang chan#skz scenarios#bang chan#bang chan x reader#bang chan smut#chan smut#skz smut scenarios#skz smut#stray kids smut#stray kids bang chan#stray kids bang chan smut
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Could u write one for clarisse where she's impressed with femR bc of how good she is at fighting and all and clarisse finds her incredibly attractive bc no one has challenged her the way R does?
And like a bit of pining until the two confess
Thank you!!
Breathtaking or taken
Clarisse la rue x fem!reader
Summary: when Clarisse finds a opponent worth of her, she is breathtaken.
Warnings: none really, just fluff, not a descriptive fight scene on sight cause mama dont know how to write that, so just fluff fluff, and mutual pining fluff
(Do i need to say its not proofread? No? Thank you)
Here is one of the main benefits of being a daughter of Athena, you'll know.
DIfferent from other gods, Athena will let your parent know it is her who they are talking to.
And if letting them know beforehand isnt enough, she will let them know when the baby is brought to them, and if your parent is smart enough to live up to her choice, you'll have time to learn a thing or two before being thrown into this world.
If your parent cares enough about you, you'll have time.
And sure as hell my mom cared.
Always the intelectual woman, historian, researcher, writter, my mom knew many things about ancient greece, she knew all the stories by heart, and she, of all people, knew what she needed to do, to preserve her only daughter, her sacred gift.
She teached me all i needed to learn without compromising myself, stories, languages, art...and fight.
Little girls my age were doing dance classes, were trying to be good enough for drama club, were playing tea party with their dolls or making a mess with their mom's make up.
Well...i.. i was doing martial arts, i was fencing, i had my face in a book every free time i got.
I always asked her about it, why was she so strict about never missing a fight leasson, her answer always made sense, there and now.
"The world is cruel, especially for little girls, someday i might not be all the time with you, someday, you'll fight your own battles, you need to be ready"
Every word, every single word is true.
And that is how i ended up here, in a arena of camp half blood, sparring with Clarisse, and winnig, by two points, yes, but winning.
It is clear nobody expected that from me, neither did she actually, i can see in her eyes.
Understandable, they expect Athena kids to be calm, find a solution, not fight her way out.
Honestly their looks dont bother me, i dont even think much of it, but Clarisse's looks, they got something more to them, like a kid who finally got the dog she really wanted.
"Aaand break time Clarrise, we'll continue this tomorrow, id like to enjoy the rest of my afternoon thank you"
I dropped the sword down and started to undo my armor while walking close to the exit.
"Wait wait wait, now? Already? C'mon i didnt even had time to figure out how do you do that... all of that"
She stood next to me, still holding her sword and honestly.. she was beautiful, yes she was sweaty now and yes she was mean to everyone but.. now...right now, she was beautiful, shining, in her element really, flushed cheeks and a smile she only had when with a sword in hand.
"I practice, ever since i was a kid, everyday, well expect in weekends but yeah, almost everyday... how do you do all that? You are good...-want some water?"
I offered her my bottle also motioning for her to walk with me, both wich she gladly accepted.
"I practice too...and i never said this to anyone but, you are good, great even, and look breathtaking"
We stop walking, we stop all actually.
"I look what, Clarisse?"
"Breathtaken- you look out of breath, do you want the water back?"
Ah.
Weeks later i found myself in the same scenario, sparring with Clarisse again, actually that is all i do when it comes to training, be with Clarisse
"C'mon curls, thats the best you've got? No need to go easy on me"
"Im not going easy, i already told you, you caught me distracted thats all- GIRL WIll YOU SUSH?"
She tried to block you with her sword, thankfully for her, a succeded attempt.
"How could i? You're so fun to mess with, gets all red n all"
"Oh you want to talk about getting red?"
In a moment i was on the floor, Clarisse on top of me, and i couldnt speak, all i could do was stare into her big brown eyes, who looked right into my soul.
"Cant speak anymore huh? Oh if you could see the red im seeing-"
Now this my ladies and gentlemen, this is what i call a shot of faith.
I raised my head a little and just..i kissed her, it was quick but I did it, and her face went blank.
"Now you are breathtaken Curls, how about that?"
"And you are still breathtaking"
Still?
Oh
Oh.
"You...like me Clarisse?"
"You didnt knew?"
Oh.
"....no..?"
"Would you walk away if i kissed you this time?"
"....no."
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đ˝ŕ§ pegging with nanami đ á°
kinktober day 24: daddy turns into my toy!!!
âż nanani kento x pirate ! reader
âż warnings: pegging, use of strap on, a bit dub con, anal fingering
Your long braid swings over your shoulder as you take a better look at your loot. It's not money as always, your pockets are full of gold and coins. This time, it's a man. You got him when your boat was looting the king's boat. He just looked so cute.
"Let me go, and I won't have you killed," he tells you in a calm steady voice, making you raise your eyebrows at him. he should be scared of you.
Maybe he's just this fearless. He struggled a lot when you found him, but you're strong enough to drag him to your ship. The captain and others were pissed at you for bringing the bourgeoisie to the ship, but you have a goal.
"I'm gonna have a little fun with you." you flash him a smile before you tiptoe to a cupboard to search for something. His gaze turns to a scared one when you come back with a strap-on in your hands. He was prepared to be ogled over by the pirate girls and not this.
"You're not gonna use that on me, will you?" he asks you, speaking slowly so that you can understand everything he says. He heard that pirates are slow thinking.
"I will," you respond happily, smiling from ear to ear. You longed to use this on someone, but the other pirates don't know how to have fun, and they would always turn you down.
That's when Nanami starts to panic. He'd never had something inside of him, let alone the big strap-on you are holding. But he's not gonna lie, you're one pretty girl, and he's lucky to be with you rather than some toothless pirate.
"How about compromise, Im gonna fuck you instead of you fucking me." his offer makes you laugh out loud. Poor boy would rather fuck you than let you be in charge. Every man is the same, they always have to feed their ego. But you decided what you want today, and that is to be inside of you. You shake your head in protest, slowly tugging his pants down his legs.
His time has come, he thinks. The whole moment couldn't be worse when you finally shake his pants off just to find it half-hard. You never had someone react to you so quickly.
You look into his pretty eyes, he's very handsome. And you're going to enjoy this.
Not wasting any time pulling down his underwear, his cock springs free. It's a pretty cock. He's long but also enough in girth. You have taken a lot of cocks in your life, but this might be a challenge for you.
The expression on his face is sour. He's not gonna fight you at this point. And to be true, you are pretty. Your attitude is all about being bossy and tough, but your face is cute. He's sure living on a boat with strong men has taken a lot on you. So why wouldn't he ease the stress?
"What's with that face?" you pout at him, your lips coming together in a cute expression. Nanami shakes his head, encouraging you to do what you want. You squeak when he finally agrees on it.
"Legs up," you order with a smile. Your fingers tease his hole gently before you press two fingers inside. You want this fast, and he has to take it. he hisses under the stretch but tells you to keep going.
After a few minutes, he's finally ready, and you can enter him. The tip of your strap pushes onto his hole before slipping inside.
"Oh fuck, slow down." he's wearing a pained face. The sting is painful, and the strap is surely big. He tries to breathe in and out to ease the pain. You stop at his comment, tilting your head to look at him. You're confused, he's supposed to like it.
He yells when you slam the rest of the strap inside. You're not going to listen to some peasant ordering you around. Luckily, the tip of the strap hits his prostate straight on. You thrust inside him with all you have, your legs almost shaking.
He's tight as hell, and you're having problems moving inside of him. he loves it though, the pain is there, but you're hitting his sweet spot with every thrust. By your movements, it's obvious you have never done this before, and he's willing to touch you. He's sure you're not letting him go anytime soon.
"Try pulling out more," he tells you, grabbing your hips. He tries to operate your hips himself. It's not that he doesn't like it, you're just too clumsy.
"but you're too tight," you whine. It's true. You can't pull out when his hole locks your cock tight.
"You can't even fuck me hard." Nanami groans as he throws a hand over his eyes. You stop, how dare he say something like this?
You use your strength to pull out before slamming in again. That's more like it. You're more confident in your thrusts, acting like you're using him for your pleasure. You look more sexy like this too, eyebrows furrowed in an angry expression.
His hand travels to your shirt, ripping the first two buttons to free your boobs. You aren't sure why he thinks it's okay to touch you, but you let him do what he pleases. His fingers circle your nipples, playing with them and making you moan.
"I'm close," he says. Nanami hugs your back to help you with the thrusts, to bring himself over the edge. Your body is on top of his, and you feel weird, You have never been so close to your enemy, with someone you captured.
He moans, cumming on his belly and the blanket under his. His hole looks down on you, making you unable to move. You watch his face with interest, loving the expressions he makes.
When he calms down, you pull out of his to take the strap off your body. You're horny but also too taken aback by the experience to care about your own needs.
"You're gonna keep me here?" he laughs, resigned to his fate.
"of course," your behavior turns into your normal one, and you snort at him, "you're actually a good toy."
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Im sorry i have to say it..: Get Your Hands Dirty sounds like a love song.
HEAR. ME. OUTT!! (No i dont mean a love song between Chloe n Ella omg đ)
What I'm implying here is that it sounds like one of those niche high school love stories when one of the lovers(most likely a goodie two-shoes) goes to their mentor/parent/even the person their loving/etc to ask for advice on relationships. Or more specifically, if this person is worth it or even a good person. From the top of my head: I Won't Say (I'm In Love) and the goodie and the wildchild dynamic is pretty similar to Gabriella and Troy from hs musical, which iws(iil) kinda inspired this post tbh but also ive been thinking about this ever since i first watched the movie. (You plop in ur own songs, i js KNOW this trope exists)
Now that we've established the well used niche trope existing in this niche song made by the niche king that is Disney.... why do i think that Get Your Hands Dirty is a love song, i hear?
Lets analyze THE LYRIICS đđ
"Right and wrong, cruel and kind, who's to say?" "There's a code that I believe in."
"Robin Hood" "yeah?" "Awesome guy" "yeah!"
"Every choice, you're gonna find there's shades of grey." "There are rules for a reason!"
"So you could then cross that line, theoretically."
"You'd agree?" "But he stole for the poor."
"The decision's always up to you. When there's only one thing left to do"
"I don't know you anymore.."
Okay, so i shortened and made it tiny for obvious reasons, that bein its too long đ so! AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS A FEEELIN?? a feelin that this is SCREAMING denial?! Its giving...
Chloe: Ellaaaa.... this girl im talkn to is SOOO HHHOOOOTT and PRETTY and cool and stuff but ugh.... SHE EEEVILLL!!
Ella: oh my gosh.. STFU. Shes prolly not even that evil ill prove it smh..
*get ur hands dirty starts playing. No exaggeration. No cap.*
"Okay, but there's some universal truths you must recognize." "Like?"
"Valiant knights, pure and good, guaranteed" "That depends on what they're fighting for"
"Creepy witches selling potions for evil deeds" "She could have kids she's providing for"
"If your good-good things will come to you"
MORE denial, Chloe wants to be friends with Red SO bad she looks stupid, but she brings herself back by trying to prove to herself that she's evil and they SHOULDN'T be that close. Which also is a big sign of comphet and heteronormativity, i would know đ§ (which is a post for another day i might make. Prolly 2 prove that Chloe is a lesbian in deep comphet)
"But just how far do you go? How much do you compromise? Oh, tell me, how do you know. Where do you draw the line?"
"There's nothing I wouldn't do. If my heart tells me it's right. If it's for someone I love. If it's to save a life."
"To save your life."
Further deepening the trope i mentioned. The first line could be interpreted as a double meaning since the song is kind of mostly about Chloe coming to terms with the fact Red isn't really evil or as bad as she thought, plus the argument of where the line between evil and good is. It could refer to Red or Ella, maybe both, but Ella changes the meaning with her own experiences so it drifts off the focus from Red because we cant have ANYTHING 𤧠but i still believe Chloe intended it to be for Red since the entire song is really just for the progress of their relationship n stuff.
Now this could definitely all be in my head, yes, Disney would most likely NEVER canonize or even imply heavily a queer relationship or anything lgbtq on a pre established franchise (cowards.). But there is always a chance.... deep inside the dark heart of the mouse..
Plus, with the subtle hints here and there of Red and Chloe's relationship growing, romantically or not, they are still super close and love eachother alot. Chloe is js (kinda) canonically a girl kisser who cant help but find a girl kissable (same)
And don't get me started on this movie and its obsession with love and proving how it is not "ain't it". Hello...? They set the tone of love, but i see NO person close enough to Red established for this message (other than Chloe) and if they introduce some random guy in the next movies, NO ONE would care nor would they want it unless somehow its 100x better than redcharming, but thats impossible cz wlw 4 life.
So, this entire thingy is me basically finding scraps and wanting to provr that charminghearts IS canon and WILL be established soon! (Im delulu)
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I'm gonna assume this is about Pink Pastels, and gladly give you what you're asking forđ
Pink Pastels Pt 6
Description: It's time for Gabi's field trip, and wouldn't ya know, you and Miguel are in the same group.
Pt 7
Miguelâs never been a chaperone before. During Gabiâs Kindergarten field trip he was away on a business trip, but this time he made sure to be there, not just because Gabiâs class was going to the zoo, and she loves the zoo, but because of you.
Thereâs this need to protect you, like an itch beneath his skin. He canât forget the look of fear on your beautiful face, or the way you clung so tightly to him, desperate and terrified. The crunch of that manâs bones beneath his fists, the fear that ran through your attacker as Miguel tore into him, talons and fangs covered in his blood, crimson drip, drip, dripping down to the pavement below, it was an almost ecstasy.
Your broken and discarded shoes are hidden in the back of his closet, along with your hairband. Itâs pathetic, really, the makeshift shrine thatâs beginning to form, and he knows that his actions could so easily borderline being creepy, but youâre his. He knows it. Youâre meant to be together, and heâs simply showing his devotion.
âPapĂĄ, PapĂĄ, weâre here.â Gabi tugs on his shirt sleeve, her face lit up with pure, innocent excitement, and he resists the urge to crush her to his chest and never let her go.
âI see, where do you want to go first, Mija?â He asks, adjusting her baseball cap and making sure itâs snug on her head. He doesnât want her face to get sunburned, but she hates the feeling of sunscreen, so they compromised.
âI want to see the hippos!â She says, bouncing in her seat as she turns to talk with her friends behind her, little, high-pitched voices discussing and debating which animals were the best.
âMr. OâHara, hereâs your map, and safety packet. I trust you went over the info online ahead of time?â You hand him a manila envelope, smiling brightly at him.
Your hair is down today, the crown of your head covered by a white bucket hat, and youâre wearing jeans with a sage green T-shirt that reads SRE Field trip, in big white block letters. Heâs wearing the same, everyone is, to ensure if a child is lost, they can be easily returned to their group.
He takes the packet from you, nodding. âOf course, canât leave my chaperone partner to do all the heavy lifting.â
You laugh a little at that and continue down the bus aisle, handing out the remaining packets.
He lets Gabi pull him off the bus and is soon swarmed by five first-graders, each one a friend of Gabiâsâshe makes friends so easily, something he canât take credit for.
âOkay everyone has their groups, please stay with your chaperone, and your buddy, donât go wandering off, and meet back here, at the entrance at three oâclock.â An older teacher says, before she gathers her own group and heads through the zoo gates.
You bend down to face the kids, an excited smile on your face. âAlright, what animal are we seeing first?â
âHippo!â
âLion!â
âMonkeys!â
âSeals!â
A chorus of answers rings out, and you turn to Miguel. âMr. OâHara? Do you have any suggestions?â
You look so pretty, the sun shining down on you, the casual outfit, the way you tap your finger against your lips in thought, clearly putting on a show for the kids. If he ignores all the others and focuses on only you and Gabi, he can almost imagine this is a family outing, not a field trip.
âLast time I was here, they had snow leopards?â He feigns ignorance, but when your face lights up, he feels that intoxicating shot of dopamine.
Snow leopards are your favorite animal, the one youâve voiced your desire to go see many times while in the schoolâs teacherâs lounge. One which has cameras, that Miguel has access to. Obviously.
âThey still do, theyâre my favorites.â You confirm what he already knows, and the children immediately change their answer to match yours.
âWhy donât we go there first, then if the kids see any animals, they want to visit on the way there weâll see them afterwards?â He suggests, still acting oh so innocent.
âWhat do we think? Everyone agrees with Mr. OâHara?â You ask the children, straightening up and throwing him a smile when they all agree to his plan.
Miguel stands back behind you and the children, watching as you join them up at the glass, helping them read out the informational signs, and marveling over the big cats.
The environment set up for the leopards is lush, full of greenery and stone. Perches and outcroppings meant to mimic their homelands, and mounds of snow that they seem to disappear into, reappearing with a flash, causing Gabi and her friends to jump back in surprise then burst into giggles.
You soon join him, your arms tucked behind your back as you watch your students. âI think this is one of my favorite days of the year. I know itâs stressful, and tiring but seeing how excited they all are, just really makes me happy.â
âGabi loves the zoo, we come here every year on her birthday.â He tells you, desperate to include you in their life, if only through shared pieces of personal information. âIâve got all the photos in my office, my coworkersâ joke that by the time I retire Iâll have half my office wall covered.â
âI used to go to the aquarium when I was a kid, thereâs something about standing underneath those giant tanks, with the way the light plays through the waterâitâs breathtaking.â
Youâre breathtaking. He wants to say, but he doesnât. Instead, he says, âI know the feeling.â
You smile shyly at him, and for a moment heâs back on the side of your building, watching you through your window. He didnât intend to be there, to watch you, he only wanted to ensure you were okay. You were fast asleep, hair askew, in a soft looking oversized t-shirt, the moonlight dancing across your peaceful face.
He couldnât tear himself away, enraptured by the sight.
You let out a huff, and in his peripheral, he spies the name on your phone. Todd.
He hates Todd.
âEverything okay?â He asks carefully, his eyes on Gabi.
âYes, sorry, just some personal issues, nothing serious.â You say quickly, sliding your phone into your pocket.
âMs. Y/N, can we go see the hippos now?â One of Gabiâs friends, Emma, comes up to you, looking up at you with big blue eyes, her hand tugging at your shirt.
âIs that what everyone else wants to see?â You ask, gaze sweeping over the other children.
âYes.â Emma says confidently, running off in the direction of the large animals, Gabi following closely behind.
âGirls!â You call out, looking from them to the others.
âGo, Iâll bring the others.â He reassures you.
You take off after them, and he gathers the remaining four children, who huddle around him like ducklings.
âIs Ms. Y/N mad? She looked mad.â One of the little boysâTony, named after the Avenger or a family member, Miguel isnât sureâasks him, chewing on his bottom lip.
This is that Tony, Gabiâs told him about this boy, how heâs very nice, and funny, but gets scared easily. She likes him, maybe not in a way she yet understands, or that Miguel is ready for, but if his baby girl has to have a crush on anyone, an easily scared little boy isnât the worst.
âSheâs probably mad at her dumbass boyfriend.â Dahlia, a girl he can tell is from the Bronx by her thick accent, speaks up, and itâs all he can do to keep from laughing at the scandalized look on Tonyâs face.
âDonât tell Ms. Y/N I said a bad word, but thatâs what Iâve heard Ms. Melissa call him.â She says quietly when she sees Tonyâs face.
âI wonât tell if you wonât.â He promises.
âGabiâs right, you are the coolest.â Dahlia says, grabbing his hand and swinging it back and forth as they walked.
The coolest? He wanted to run ahead and scoop his daughter into his arms, she thought he was the coolest.
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trusting and betting on urselfâ.ŕłŕż*:シđŤ§
keep promises that u make to urself : just like how if u know someone who continuously makes promises to do something, yet they never act upon it, you won't trust that person or believe them if they promise u something else. this is also the same with urself. ur new years resolutions? ur goals that you've had for a while but never ever did? all those promises that you've made to yourself and the ones that you haven't followed up on will lessen trust with urself. do what u say you'll do. "stand on business" and if u know that u won't be able to deliver or do what u say you would, dont say it. dont tell urself promises that u won't be able to keep. once u start keeping ur own promises, you'll start to build trust within urself.
hold yourself accountable : just a quick disclaimer but when i say holding urself accountable i do NOT mean punishing urself!! when u find urself falling into old and fruitless patterns you need to hold urself accountable and make sure that u straighten up. the thing about our relationship with self is that a relationship needs BOUNDARIES. you need to set boundaries with urself. what will u or what will u not do? ur non-negotiables?
and when u find urself crossing boundaries within yourself take the BIGGEST step back. the key to forming a healthy relationship with urself is to balance being strict and gentle with urself. strict in the sense that ur the only one that can get u to where u wanna be, and gentle in the sense that ur best won't look the same every single day and u should also listen to urself and what u want, without having to compromise on ur boundaries. kind of finding that middle line is important, bcuz when we're too lenient with ourselves, we get too comfortable and that leads me into my next point...
where growth begins : u cannot expect to grow if ur too comfortable and honestly, this is why most people stay stagnant. its bcuz being comfortable FEELS GOOD. but growth will almost never happen when ur comfortable, on the contrary growth can only happen outside of ur comfort zone. if u want better things for urself, ur simply gonna have to DO BETTER.
the importance of ur self concept : even if ur not familiar with or u dont practice conscious manifesting/law of assumption, i think that working on ur self concept can still be such a fruitful thing to do. i say this because self concept is the way that u view urself in relation to ur desires/goals. its seeing urself as worthy and powerful, and truly grasping ur potential to do great things. a way to start with ur self concept is with affirmations! start telling urself about urself in a positive connotation. you're unstoppable <3
putting it into practice : start small, challenge urself a little bit every day. do one hard thing a day, doing so will build ur confidence bcuz u won't be so daunted by ur big goals when you've already done so many hard things. when u see something challenging instead of thinking "oh i can't do this" you'll have confidence in urself and what u are capable of. oftentimes when we have goals, we kick ourselves out of rooms before we've even tried to get in them bcuz we think "im not good enough" or "im not worthy" which isnt true at ALL. dont shoot urself in the foot. thats self sabotage. and thats not hot.
motivating urself : if u remind urself of your "why" then you'll have reason to stay consistent and truly try. i recommend asking urself the tougher questions, like "what do i want out of my life?" or "am i truly happy and if not what can i do to get there?" once you've decided what u want out of life make a VISION BOARD and actively pursue your dreams. u can't actively pursue something if u dont know what it is. so i advise u to remind urself whenever u feel that u need it of your "why", your driving cause. having that motivation, and actively pursuing and keeping the promises that u make to urself -> will then build ur confidence in yourself to the point where your betting on urself bcuz u know that no matter what cards you are dealt, you'll prosper.
so just to wrap things up, an overview ; start keeping ur promises -> be strict -> get comfy being uncomfy -> say ur self concept affirmations -> apply -> remind
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