#ive eaten like 3 in a row

[enobariasteeth]

I can’t just eat a singular peach. It’s like something posses my body with the deep need to consume more. My hunter gatherer ancestors are screaming and cheering. I eat another peach.

[stressedanimal]

one day i will eat food and not have a mild allergic reaction. one day. one day. im begging.

[magickpancakes]

(WIP) EAT AND BE EATEN SIGNED THE OUROBOROS

The OUROBOROS, gaurdian of LIFE, gaurdian of DEATH... The OUROBOROS, deity of rebirth, renewal, and balance... The OUROBOROS, an infinite cycle, the endless fight to survive, the unwavering focus on the task at hand... the blind eye to the surroundings

I quite like how this turned out :3

I didnt draw it in the usual pose of it eating itself, because although thats the main like detail of the ouroboros (the serpent that endlessly eats itself to surivive) ive turned it into a deity, and i dont really want it to just be constantly eating itself given the roles ive bestowed upon it.

Thats why i gave it the rows of skulls along its tail, to represent its endless feast. The spiral horns represent the infinite loop as well, although i wouldve liked to add more spirals to its design. ...im not too sure why i gave it wings, it might look better without them ngl

I like the fact that its purposly made to look strange, its emotions unreadable, blank stare that never wavers, the oddities of a goat

I wanted to keep the pallete more natural with OURO, not entierly sure why, but i feel it should be... "plainer" than other deitires

Uhhhh i probably have more headcanons to write but :P

Anyways IMPORTANT NOTE FOR ANYONE STUDYIN XAELS LANGUAGE: NONE of these symbols are new! I just made them look sharper for aesthetic purposes!!

[writernopal]

no one really asked for this personal milestone update but i actually kind of enjoy cooking now??? i never used to like because i wasnt very good at it (im still pretty green tbh) but ive made some really tasty things lately, most of which tastes like something i could get at a restaurant! and then when i go out im actually starting to be like 'yeah my version is better' or 'i wish i had just eaten at home' or 'i wanna eat my leftovers!' anyway its a real gamechanger for me and huge confidence boost. not to mention it feels like i've made it because i can feed myself yummy food! and it feels like i really care about myself because i spend the time making something nutritious and delicious! anyways here are some pics of stuff i've made recently because im really proud and i want to share 💙 (note, a few of these meals were made in group cooking sessions with my sisters and Mr. Nopal! but most are my doing!)

Row 1: Beef wrapped enoki mushrooms w/white rice and blanched bok choy. Tamagoyaki w/white rice, furikake and blanched bok choy. Korean bibimbap.

Row 2: Japanese beef gyudon w/white rice and blanched bok choy. Edamame rice pilaf and fried egg. Shoyu chicken w/white rice and roasted broccoli and brussel sprout mix.

Row 3: Homemade chipotle carnitas bowl. Lemon chicken acini di pepe w/roasted broccoli. Herb chicken thighs, oven-baked crunchy potatoes w/roasted broccoli.

Row 4: Dry rub mala spiced ribs, tomahawk steak, hot dogs, and grilled asparagus and broccolini. Herb crusted chicken thigh, spicy italian sausage, bone marrow risotto, and roasted brussel sprouts. Pasta with homemade bone broth marinara sauce and herb crusted chicken thighs.

Row 5: Spam fried rice. Homemade applesauce puff pastry brie cups.

[vx2006]

POPPY!! 3/21/25

ok, concert time. jesus where do i even start. THIS WAS THE GREATEST NIGHT OF MY LIFE OMG. like i can literally die now, like, ive peaked.

first of all kumo99 (the opener) was amazing. i’m def interested in looking into their music i think their sound was perfect to open for poppy.

but omg, once the queen came out on stage like let me tell you, she is GORGEOUS in person. i was legitimately in awe, like i could not believe that that was HER right infront of me in the FLESH. and i had vip so i got early entry to the venue, so i was able to go straight up to the barricades, dead center of the stage. i had THE perfect spot. when i tell you i knew and screamed every word of every song, omg, i was WILDING. AND OMG LET ME TELL YOU. when vital came on, OH. i was NOT HOLDING BACK. i don’t care if no one around me was giving this song the energy it deserved, I WAS JUMPING UP AND FUCKING DOWN. i was going crazy for that song you guys don’t realize how much that song means to me. and omg the queen, POPPY HERSELF, SHE LOOKED AT ME. we literally held eye contact at the beginning of the song, i couldnt beieve it, there was no way. but then, half way through the song, SHE LOOKS AT ME AGAIN, and then , SHE STARTS SMILING, AND THEN SHE STARTS POINTING AT ME!!! OMG!! i was literally like I LOVE YOU POPPY like i couldn’t believe it. how could my life get any better from here, but oh- OH. OH IT DOES. because then later on, when she forms the first mosh pit, she TURNS BACK TO ME!!! AND SHE FUCKING TALKS TO ME! shes like “You get in there!” IM LIKE ME???? LKE ME?? and shes like “yeah you! go, over there, get in there, go on, go” and she’s like pointing me to go over there. i turn around to look and omg that mosh pit was scary those people would’ve eaten me alive There was no way i was gonna go in there (also i didn’t wanna lose my spot) but i look back at her and i’m sure she could see how just like HUH i was, cause then she gets closer and she’s like “there’s no time like right now!” and just OMGGG. i cannot belive POPPY talked to ME infront of EVERYONE. like im still so ecstatic just thinking about it. like my first ever concert, by myself, dead center in the very front row, and i get noticed on like 3 occasions by my fucking idol, like this was THE PERFECT EXPERIENCE. i’ve legitimately peaked. like after the end everyone around me turned to me and was like “OMG she looked at YOU, she pointed at YOU, she was talking to YOU” and i’m like “YEAH, I KNOW” like i was just (and still am) in complete shock like that actually fucking happened. honestly i don’t even know what to say. i absolutely love her and everything she does, i will NEVER live this down.

[paintedpineleaf]

anyway since i'm just gonna be using this site as my journal or whatever;

my parents went grocery shopping today and everything is stressinng me out so bad. i love baking, it like relaxes me and makes me feel better cause i like working with my hands and stuff but i literally can't bake anything anymore because (i swear to god, like im not even exaggerating) my dad gets something sweet every. single. day.

we got ice cream two days in a row last week, we had cake leftover from an eid party at our house (it finished) and now he got ice cream AND candy. i asked him to get one 1L box of vanilla ice cream, he got a 2L one, plus 2 bars of ice cream for each person. out freezer is already full of kulfi that we havn't eaten.

i asked him why he got the candy, cause i asked him not to get anything two days ago cause i wanted to bake, and he just fucking goes i got it to eat, you can not eat it if you dont want to. my wanting to isnt the problem here???

he has fucking diabetes, but even if he didnt, that much sugar isnt good for anyone like for fucks sake man.

then he asks me why i dont bake anymore. how the fuck am i supposed to make something like cake or cookies or any kind of dessert when we've got lotus biscoff, lotus biscoff spread (and peanut butter and nutella), ice cream bars, 2 boxes of ice cream (totalling 3 liters), kulfi, choco-pie cookies, now eclair candies, and ma'amoul. like for gods sake stop fucking buying stuff i genuinely cannot bear it i get that buying shit for us is like his love language or whatever but like idk find a different love language. its so unhealthy too, for everyone and especially for him?

i dont get it i genuinely dont get it its driving me crazy why cant he just not? we have so much shit we're running out if space to put fruits and vegetables and yogurt and real groceries.

he didnt get anything the past two days and ive already made the cookie dough for the cookies i wanted today, so we're gonna have those to eat too. this cannot be all my fault for wanting to bake something nice every once in a while god but its stressing me out so bad im borderline crying rn.

"dont lift its gonna wreck your joints" "dont run its gonna wreck your knees you're gonna be unable to walk by the time youre 30" "going to the gym is bad for you" what is wrong with you what is wrong with you what is wrong with you what is wrong with you what. genuinely. what. is. fucking. wrong. with you. god i wish i didnt live here i dont wanna live anymore cause i fucking live here god.

im gonna go run to feel better ig idk

[moodr1ng]

i rly need to go to sleep but im not sleepy and i already took my sleeping pills 2 nights in a row so theyre not gonna work enough without a break :(( i hate how this keeps happening lol.. . also in the past 3 days ive eaten like 2 yogurts and some applesauce and im not hungry at all not sure what thats about??

[addelaidesupreme]

1) Im a bat! i like being percieved as small, cute, and a little bit chubby! (not to mention kind of an acquired taste with a face only a mother could love)

2) cargo pants and a very open tank top with a bra underneath, at least during the summer

3) I've always had an affection for vampires. the fact that i pass as human while being subtly *not* is punctuated by the fact that i mourn the eventual death of every person i connect with. Plus only freaks find me attractive.

4) Ive been told my style is very maximalist. i would also add Stoner to that.

5) cereal, then milk. once youve eaten the cereal, then you can put more on top of the remaining milk. repeat steps two and three until milk is gone.

6) Shit i answered these backward. weird that theres two milk questions in a row. anyway i prefer dairy milk but ill accept what im offered.

7) Ive been playing a lot of assassin's creed syndicate and i love how you can run up to a cop, slash his throat, and then keep running without losing momentum. very considerate game design.

yk what I'll also do this get to know your mutuals cuz I thought bout it for a bit and I think I have to or I'll explode

get to know your mutuals♡

if you could be any animal which one would you choose to be? (can be fictional) (and you can explain why if you want to)

what would you choose when you're in a hurry and have nothing to wear?

are you a witch, vampire, fairy, dryad, siren or a mermaid and why do you think so?

what is your style?

regular milk or plant based milk?

which one do you put first milk or cereal?

fav way to kill someone? (idgaf if you never thought of it now you have to think of something and make it at least a bit cool I'm begging)

and I'll go first cuz I can

girl I wrote kinda a lot in these answers but I just had to brag about my fav way of killing people🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️ and okay maybe it's kinda stupid that I'm also doing this game even tho I made it for others but who cares?

I can't choose but either a phoenix or a wolf cuz the allegory of both of these animals absolutely stole my heart

anything in my wardrobe that looks good (and it's almost always not adequate for the cold weather, I literally can wear a mini skirt when it's like 2°C outside and there are times when I am wearing a mini skirt and a crop top when it is 0°C and even when it was -3°C I don't care)

something in between vampire and a dryad cuz I feel like I would be a good vampire I don't know how to describe it but I just know and that's it and also a dryad cuz when I think of them they give me rather a messy and chaotic vibe which is def how I act and overall express myself so I'd say that I'm sometimes both sometimes one and sometimes the other

I'm goth so my style is overall gothic and / or cunty

regular but only 1,5% fat

CEREAL

sooo this is my fav way, first - pepper spray in the face so they can't see and therefore they can't run away, second - start scratching their legs with a pocket knife as hard as possible and try to find an aorta and cut there (making it even harder to run away), third - stick the same knife into all of their fingers (why not), fourth - knock out their teeth with a knuckle duster and finally - when they open their mouth trying to catch a breath from the blood and saliva running into their throat pour fluoroantimonic acid into their mouth and it's done! and I'll add that fluoroantimonic acid is called the most corrosive acid in the world ans if it touches the skin it causes huge damage and if poured into someones throat it'll burn the insides and kill. I think I'm really creative cuz I came up with this when I was writing one of my books and now I'm obsessed

tags: @n1eprzytomnadesperacja @niketas-s @r4tkisses @dawkacynizmu @gothicm0rph @slowacki006

and with question 7 rn I'm mostly thinking about one bbg ( @dawkacynizmu I'm looking at you ) cuz a bit after I came up with this question I thought that you might have an interesting answer

[elkieswife]

Yo happy Friday what’s everyone up to

[julius-london-abel-young]

The Boss, eating their 3rd Go-Gurt at 3am: You know, you just gotta enjoy the little things-

Shaundi: Says the person who's sitting in the middle of the crib, only wearing underwear and crying about baby possums-

The Boss: THEY'RE JUST SO SMALL SHAUNDI!!!

[thatonecode]

when los campesinos! said “And when the third world war comes it will not be fought on race, we will line up here in two rows, betrayers versus betrayed” and “I assembled former ghosts at a seance. Said I missed ‘em you only have to say it once. What i truly fear, maybe selfishly, when i finally rest someone will summon me” and “We tread it carefully, we feel around in kid gloves. What death will leave behind, death will leave behind love. We will flower again i have surely seen it, we will flower again” and “Two wrists, two wrist watches. Tick-tick-tocking, second hand slightly out of time. A constant subtle reminder, one of us will be gone before bells of the other chime.” and “And I feel like I'm the host of a terrible game show and the guests on today's quiz are celebrities. Wont respond to any clues theyre just cracking jokes for views, but the answers to these questions mean everything.” and “I ask before I go, for you to drop a match down my throat, and smoke the bastard out, or burn him to a crisp. Cause i'm already carrion, been eaten from inside for too long” and “There was more life in the weeds than in the few hundred seats, in rows from transcept to chancel to nave. And when their anger had paused i turned and answered their calls with youre just audience I’m the applause” and “We burnt all the skin from the palms of my hands, with an old zippo lighter and deodorant can. I went to the palmist and asked her to read, no heart line no sun line no life line no need” and “If you were given the option of dying painlessly in peace at 45, but with a lover at your side, after a full and happy life. Is this something that would interest you? Would this interest you at all?” and “In a note I read: “if you should go blind and deaf I’ll cleanse and I’ll cook for you daily, I will take a dry ballpoint pen and trace on your chest all of the conversations that we now have in bed” i dont mean to be selfish, but i think i’d sooner just be dead" and “But if this changed your life did you have one before?” and “We learn over time, that tolerance is more appealing in theory than in practice. I identify my star sign by asking which is least compatible with yours” and “I cannot emphasize enough that my body, is a badly designed poorly put together vessel harbouring these diminishing so called vital organs, i hope my heart goes first I HOPE MY HEART GOES FIRST” and “On your request I compiled a list of my top five resolutions for this year (1!) I declined, cause Ive decided that I (2!) do not believe in the new year anymore (3!) and you must confess that at times like these hopefulness is tantamount hopelessness (4!) and i accept that its time for a change but not in places (5!) like this (5!) with people (5!) like these (5!)” and “And no more conversations about which breakfast club character you'd be. I’d be the one that dies. (no one dies) Well then what’s the point?” and “Doe eyes, you’re kidding yourself” and-

[transmasc-wizard]

Oh yeah I'm probably not autistic but I relate somewhat. My "dinner foods" are literally just rice or pasta with tomato sauce. Barely anything else. When I've been away and we've eaten out, ive had spaghetti bolognese like 3 nights in a row because that was always available

And lunch SUCKS for me because I for some reason don't like eating dinner foods at a time that isn't dinner, so anything cooked is out. I hate the texture of regular bread rolls, too crispy takes so much effort to eat and plain in a not nice way. AND I hate the texture and taste of bread combined with literally anything else. I've only ever liked two specific shop bought soups which are not made anymore. For lunch I either eat a different breakfast food, specific soft bread rolls, snack food, or uh literally nothing I just sit there going :( hunger but no good food. I'll usually end up eating something but it'll be because it's half 3 in the afternoon when "I'm shaky that should not happen uh oh I feel kinda weak why is this happening.....OH FOOD" djkskdlslldld

god that's a mood. especially the part abt bread, sandwiches are my worst enemy in the world because bread doesn't taste good with anything oh my god

anyway picky eaters UNITE !! but also please try not to have "does not eat anything" as a default lunch option skjhjkdsfk that's not great (/lh)

[magnoliasinbloom]

Lie To Me - 19

AO3 :: Previously

Jamie prays as he has not done so in a long time. He prays on his knees in the hospital’s nondenominational chapel, long enough that there are likely permanent dents in the bone. He lays prostrate on the weathered linoleum, hands held fast in supplication, hands beating at the floor in anger and desperation.

His voice in the empty chapel is rigid with fear and grief. He pleads; he bargains; he threatens; he begs for a miracle out of the lavishness of his God’s grace.

“Dinna leave me, Sassenach. This time I’ll beg. A Dhia, dinna take her from me.”

Dr. Denzell Hunter is listed on a whiteboard as the man responsible for operating on Claire. She had been rushed to the nearest operating room, and it had taken several nurses and a security guard to stop him from going in after her. The threat of being kicked out and banned from the premises had made him acquiesce.

Now, curses mingle with his prayers as he recalls the fabric of Claire’s dress turning almost black with her spilled blood. He vows to destroy the MacKenzie, to strangle Dougal with his own bare hands and watch with fervent glee as the life leaves his eyes.

Jamie had failed, once again, to protect her. That particular thought gnaws at him and will not let him rest. He briefly touches the bright red stains on his white jacket, some already rusted brown; a nurse had offered him clothes from the lost and found to change into, but he had refused. He would wear this until he knew for certain whether Claire lived or died.

Claire.

He struggled to his feet, knees protesting from the hard floor. He stumbles to the nurses’ station near the waiting room, hoping for an update on her condition. Geillis rounds the corner, in surgical scrubs but an incongruous, fully made-up face from the gala.

“Jamie!” She hugs him briefly and takes in the bloody jacket with a gasp. “I came as soon as I heard. The group chat blew up, saying a doctor had been shot outside the museum. I’d hoped it wasna Claire, but…” she trails off and suppresses a sob. “Hunter’s operating, he’s one of the best. She’ll be alright, Jamie.”

“They dinna ken… they havena—” He gestures helplessly towards the board and the nurses’ station and Geillis grips his hand, squeezing it tightly.

“Aye. They’ll talk to me, let me see what I can find out.” She whirls away through the doors marked for authorized personnel only. Jamie feels time slog by in fits and starts, minutes dragging on endlessly, and before he knows it, it’s already been three hours since Claire arrived in the ambulance.

Geillis returns and takes him by the arm, dragging him to a secluded corner of the waiting room. “She’s stable, for now. The bullet hit her liver, which is very vascular—meaning there was a lot of blood loss, because it has many blood vessels,” she adds, understanding the look on his face. “But the liver regenerates itself, and she’s received blood transfusions to replace it. She was damned lucky.”

“Not lucky enough, to be with the likes of me,” Jamie whispers, dragging his hands through his hair. Geillis pulls his hands back down roughly, shaking him out of his stupor.

“It verra well could have been you, and I’d be having a different conversation with Claire. Now.” She regards his blood-soaked jacket with distaste. “I’ll take you to the doctors’ lounge, and ye’ll have a shower and change into something less morbid. Ye have to take care of yerself too—do it for her, at least.”

Her words tug at what’s left of Jamie’s heart and he agrees, if only to kill more time while the other half of his soul lies on a cold operating table.

X-x-X

“John Grey is here to see ye, Fraser,” Geillis calls into the lounge where Jamie is tying up the drawstring on the too-short scrubs. He fits the brace back over his hand and comes out to meet John Grey.

Jamie’s first instinct upon seeing the chief inspector is to wrench him into a hug. It catches Grey by surprise, but he is quick to return Jamie’s tight embrace.

“Thank ye, John,” Jamie manages, fisting handfuls of Grey’s shirt in his hands, the struggles of the previous night catching up to him once more. “I dinna ken how to thank ye.”

“No need, Jamie.” Grey pulls away and gestures toward the waiting room. “If you don’t mind, there’s someone here from SCD who would like to take your statement regarding the… incident. I know it’s a lot to ask, with what happened to Ms. Beauchamp, but it’s important to have all our ducks in a row. We’re moving ahead with the legal process, and bringing Leoch down. And I brought Murtagh along as well.”

The thought of seeing his godfather lifts Jamie’s spirits. The waiting room holds an elderly couple and a young man reading a French newspaper, and Murtagh surrounded by a few police officers. He sits and at Grey’s prompting, begins to recount everything that happened. Remembering the moment that Claire was shot makes his voice and hands shake with anger, and he glances at the clock behind the nurses’ station. Almost 3 AM. As he signs the affidavit, he’s suddenly yanked to his feet by Geillis.

“Family for Claire Beauchamp?” A tired-looking surgeon with blue paper booties covering his shoes emerges from the direction where they’d taken Claire.

“Yes, doctor?”

“Are you family?” He has an American accent, odd amongst the Scottish burr he’s accustomed to hear in Glasgow.

Jamie wavers, but Geillis intervenes before he can say the wrong thing. “He’s her fiancé, Dr. Hunter. Jamie Fraser.”

“Very well, Mr. Fraser. Miss Beauchamp is presently in the post-op recovery room. We managed to extract the bullet, and patch up her liver as best we could. The next 48 hours will be critical, as we’ll be watching for infection, but hopefully that won’t be an issue. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to contact me. She was very lucky indeed.” Hunter extends a hand to shake Jamie’s, and he feels a small weight lift off his shoulders.

“Can I see her?”

“We’ll make sure to let you know when she’s in a room. She’ll be sleeping most of the time. And yes, Inspector Grey, I’ll appraise your team when she is in fit condition to talk to you,” Hunter adds, anticipating the officer’s comment.

With a grateful handshake, Jamie watches Dr. Hunter walk away. He drops onto the vinyl couch like a stone, his face in his hands, as the storm within finally gives way to racking sobs.

Alive. Claire’s alive.

X-x-X

Claire is aware of her body before anything else. A dull, throbbing ache laces her right side, and it feels rigid. Bandages, her mind thinks fuzzily. Why am I bandaged?

Her eyes still closed, she tries wiggling her toes. Still there. The feeling traverses up her legs, avoiding her abdomen which she instinctively knows will hurt like bloody hell, and then a fluttering of her fingers. She finds her left hand entrapped and she panics for a second. At this, she struggles to open her eyes. She blinks at the harsh white lighting above her head.

Claire glances down as she feels a warm wetness, and she realizes it’s Jamie. Jamie is crying, kneeling by her bedside. She wishes she could cradle his face and wipe his tears away, but decides it would hurt too much to move. She settles for speaking, after clearing her throat.

“I’ve decided… not to die.” Claire’s voice is soft and rusty from misuse, but it still startles Jamie. He comes out of his reverie to see that her eyes are open, a luminous gold in her white face.

Jamie doesn’t know what to say to that, so he manages a strangled, “Oh, good.”

“I could have. This is… bloody awful.” She winces as she tries to shift her body, but Jamie stops her. He is afraid to touch her further, for fear of hurting her, but can’t bear not to. He lays a hand as lightly as he can on her cheek, finding it cool. No fever; the IV pumping antibiotics into her via the needle in her right arm seems to be working.

“I know,” he says roughly, recalling the weeks spent in hospital healing from his own wounds. Jamie brings her untethered hand to his lips. Her bones feel frail. She hasn’t even the strength to squeeze his hand.

“But I… wouldn’t do that to you.” Already this small interaction is tiring her, and she is out of breath, but it seems important to let him know, that she is here, and she is still fighting. For herself, and for him.

“Thank ye, Sassenach. Truly.” He pushes himself off the floor with a groan, knees stiff and painful. He drags an uncomfortable-looking chair from the corner of the room and sits, still as close as possible to Claire. She looks him over, notices the dark bruises under his eyes and how his hands shake slightly.

“You haven’t slept or eaten, have you?” she asks critically; Jamie ducks his head and she knows she’s right. Claire is mindful of how much energy each word expends. She wants to remain awake, to drink him in, to just be with him, but knows the road to recovery is just beginning. “It won’t do me any good to have you sick, either. Go eat, please, and then get some rest too.”

“I dinna want to—”

“Stubborn Scot.” Claire sighs, and exhaustion wants to pull her under again. “There’s a couch. I’m sure it pulls out.”

Jamie offers a small smile. “What I want right now, Sassenach—I want verra much to kiss ye.”

“Come here, then.” Afraid to hurt her but even more desperate to feel her lips against his, he brushes his mouth in the gentlest kiss.  

“Do ye need anything, Claire? Shall I call the nurse? Geillis has been around, but ye were still out.” Jamie is anxious to leave her, but understands that he cannot run himself ragged; he would be unable to help her recover and be with her.

“No.” Her eyes are already drifting closed, with a combination of what her body endured and the pain medication. “I just need… you. Go. I’ll be… here.”

With a final peck on the lips, Jamie heads for the door. Even though Claire is sleeping again, he makes her a promise, out loud: “You werena the first lass I kissed, but I swear to ye that ye’ll be the last.”

[mistymark]

MISTAKES WERE MADE - 0.5

a compilation of all Jaemin’s cameo’s in fem!youtuber!y/n’s old videos // script style // series masterlist // no warnings // 1.3k words

note: the times given in the title of each video are the lengths of the entire video, not the timestamp for the scene <3

[VIDEO: Q&A #3! (this is the best smoothie ive ever had in my life) - 14:32]

[Y/n is standing at her kitchen bench surrounded by half-cut fruit and dirty cooking utensils. A blender sits nearby with a dark green liquid in it. The glass beside her is half full. She’s reading something on her phone.]

Y/n, reading from her phone: if you could learn any instrument, what would it be?

[As she is reading, her roommate walks past in the background. He stops when he's almost out of frame and turns to the camera, with a wide smile on his face. He’s carrying a stuffed banana that’s half his height. Y/n does not see.]

Y/n, looking up from her phone: Hmm...

[Jaemin ducks out of sight, a wide smile on his face. She didn’t notice.]

Y/n, to the camera: Saxophone? Yeah, saxophone.

[VIDEO: painting a picture for my parents’ anniversary gift because I am broke - 21:19]

[Y/n is sitting on the floor in what we assume to be her living room, a makeshift easel is to her left with a half-complete painting of the sky sitting on it. She’s looking at a reference photo on her phone.]

Y/n, zooming in on the photo: this part... it’s purple, I think? does that look purple?

[She holds her phone up to show the camera, but her eyes immediately move to the side where Jaemin has just walked in shot. He’s carrying a Labrador puppy.]

Y/n, squinting at the camera: are you... are you holding a dog?

[She turns around to see Jaemin standing with the puppy in his arms like he’s cradling a baby.]

Jaemin, grinning: maybe

Y/n: Jaemin! Whose dog is that?!

Jaemin, running off-screen, yelling: MINE!

[VIDEO: i have a dog now - 08:11]

[Y/n is sitting at a desk, and a Labrador puppy sits in her lap, panting.]

Y/n: so jaemin “found” this dog and brought him home... we’re not going to keep him, I don’t think. I assume he’s lost but he doesn’t seem to be microchi-

[The door behind her opens and Jaemin stands in the doorway. He’s in the middle of brushing his teeth and looks like he’s just washed his hair.]

[Y/n turns to look at him. The puppy immediately begins to squirm in her lap and she sets it on the floor so the puppy can run to Jaemin. It jumps at his feet, its tail wagging.]

Y/n: what’s up?

Jaemin: I’m going to the st- oh, are you filming?

Y/n, gesturing to the camera: im introducing them to the dog!

Jaemin, grinning, looking down at the dog, in a baby voice: ooh! you’re going to be famous!

[He suddenly looks up at Y/n.]

Jaemin: I’m gonna get some food, do you want anything from the store?

Y/n, thinking: um... oh! get some dog food, please!

Jaemin, smiling: I thought you said we couldn’t keep him.

Y/n, rolling her eyes, turning to the camera: I think we’re going to keep him.

[Jaemin grins in the doorway, before pulling the door closed to leave.]

[VIDEO: getting ready for the first social gathering ive been to in weeks - 15:34]

[Y/n is sitting at her kitchen bench with makeup scattered around her. She’s only finished setting her face with powder. While she is looking around for a specific brush she cannot find, Jaemin walks into the shot in the background. This time, he is carrying an unplugged microwave under his left arm and sipping orange juice from a milkshake glass with a swirly straw using the other. The cord of the microwave dangles by his feet, but he doesn’t take any notice. Just as Y/n is about to look up again, he steps out of sight.]

[VIDEO: showing you things I bought off amazon with my rent money - 16:28]

[Y/n is sitting on the floor in her kitchen. At the start of the video she explained it was because it had the best lighting in her apartment. The hardwood floor is littered with items. She sits with her back to a row of cupboards. A tall, cheap fridge is visible to her left.]

Y/n, to the camera: The next item I have is this contraption here.

[She reaches for an obscure item and holds it out to the camera. It’s a cupholder.]

Y/n: it’s just a regular cupholder for your car, right? WRONG! Look.

[She turns it so the item is fully visible, revealing a second cupholder attached to the first. She laughs.]

Y/n: so when you're in your car, you can turn one cupholder into two!

Y/n, emphasising each word: so you can hold. more. cups.

[She pauses.]

Y/n, explaining to the camera, frowning: I don’t actually know why I bought this... I don’t have a car.

Y/n, shrugging as she puts it down on the floor again: it was eight dollars, though, so I had to get it.

[She suddenly looks up to her right.]

Jaemin, laughing: are you regretting buying the cupholder now?

Y/n, correcting him: cupholders. plural.

[It’s not visible but it’s obvious by his voice that Jaemin is smiling.]

Jaemin: sorry. regretting buying the cupholders now?

Y/n, pouting: no.

[He laughs.]

[VIDEO: deer makeup tutorial! and happy halloween! - 15:25]

[Y/n is sitting at the kitchen bench in her apartment, makeup products scattered around her. She has almost finished her makeup tutorial, and has successfully turned herself into a deer.]

Y/n: To set, I’m just going to use this spray from Ur-

[She cuts herself off when her eyes catch something off to the side.]

Y/n, smiling shyly: hi

Jaemin, off-camera, disbelief in his voice: what are you doing?

Y/n: halloween makeup tutorial...

Jaemin, laughing: halloween’s, like, two weeks away

Y/n, smiling: I know, but I’m filming early.

Jaemin: oh... you look cute, though.

[Y/n beams at him.]

Jaemin: good job.

[Y/n’s smile widens. The sound of the fridge door closing can be heard in the silence, and Y/n’s eyes follow him until he leaves the room.]

[VIDEO: watching valentines day by myself because im single and lonely (a movie review) - 32:46]

[Y/n is sitting at her desk in her room, wearing bulky headphones that she said she stole from Jaemin’s room. A half-eaten bowl of popcorn sits beside her as she watches the movie.]

[Her phone lights up and she reaches forward to pause the movie playing on the screen. She looks at the notification and laughs.]

Y/n, holding her phone up to the camera: jaemin just texted me to ask if i know where his headphones are

[She unlocks her phone and begins typing.]

Y/n, reading out her text: ‘you said I could borrow them for my video’... and then I added heart emojis because that is, in fact, a lie

[She grins at the camera and then looks back down at her phone. Jaemin has sent another text.]

Y/n: he said, ‘oh. right. can I watch too?’

[She laughs.]

Y/n, grinning mischievously as she types and sends another text: ‘no’

[VIDEO: vlog: a day in my life - 13:51]

[Y/n is standing in a puffy jacket in front of a tree at her local park. She’s holding the lead attached to her dog’s walking harness. Jaemin is filming.]

Y/n, shouting: I think you’re too far away!

Jaemin, shouting back from behind the camera: NO! THIS IS GREAT!

[Y/n laughs at how loud he is. Text appears across the middle of the screen: ‘if you’re wearing headphones... sorry’]

Y/n, shouting again: are you sure?

Jaemin, even louder this time: YES!!!! IM SURE!!!!! IT LOOKS GOOD!!!!!!!!!

[The scene cuts to Jaemin and Y/n walking around the park. Y/n is now filming in selfie mode, and Jaemin is walking the dog.]

Y/n, to the camera: you know, we still haven’t named him.

Jaemin, faking offense: my name is Jaemin, y/n

[He pouts, speeding up his walking pace as he sulks. Y/n laughs and quickens her pace to catch up.]

Y/n: the dog, Jaemin. I meant the dog.

Jaemin, smiling: I know.

Jaemin, turning to Y/n: I have a name for him.

Y/n, sighing, turning back to the camera: Jaemin wants to name our dog ‘Puddle’.

Jaemin, making a face: it’s better than ‘Buckley’!

Y/n, scoffing: no way!

Y/n, to the camera: guys! please help us choose a name! spam it in the comments or tweet me, I don’t know.

[She pulls the camera down to her chin so only her face is visible.]

Y/n, in a hushed whisper: choose Buckley~

[Jaemin laughs and then starts to jog away with the dog.]

Y/n, starting to jog to catch up: hey!

[secretsniper2]

A Walk in the Park

Morning, another dreary day ahead, usual routine, put my robe on, brush hair and put in ponytail, bit of makeup. Downstairs for something to eat and some coffee when i see it by the front door, a letter. Bit strange, i don't usually get letters but its addressed to me so why not check it out?

“Dear Emma, Our scouts saw you a few weeks ago and we believe you would be a perfect fit for our next event, you'll receive fair compensation for your time and equipment will be provided on arrival. we hope you accept.”

Looking over the letter again its as simple as its written, it even has a address, time and date, 5pm this Friday? well its not like im busy or anything, i was going to go to the movies with some friends but they bailed on me, and my account is getting rather empty.. sounds interesting.

“At least i now have something to DO in 3 days!” i chuckle to myself.

Sitting around the house with nothing to do, i think ill check out this address today while its broad daylight, its on the other side of town so i can walk through the park on the way and have some fresh air.

Sliding out of my robe i opt for a white shirt with black pants, always a good combo and some typical shoes for the park and walk. Busy today as usual as people rush in every direction on their way to wherever they are going, after a few brushes with clearly eager hands with 1 cupping my ass i manage to get to the park and take a breath, “pretty handsy today” i think to myself as i run my hand over my freshly groped ass. Another breath in and i continue away from the hands on crowd and move on.

Its quite impressive, iv walked past this building a few times before but this will be the first time i actually see the inside, its usually for high end events the kind of which id never enjoy, the high arches over the front door, the marble columns and statues lining the outside. what kind of job will it be anyway? im not good with food.

i shrug as i walk back through the park, longer route than i need but its a nice day to wander.

As i sit on a bench i can hear something i dont think iv ever expected to hear in a park, someone is moaning, quiet enough to not draw much attention but loud enough to hear if you get too close.. like me. Curiosity has me by the tits now as i turn to the bushes behind my chair and look around a large tree. Red hair swaying back and forth as right on the other side of the tree some girl is getting fucked, hard by her restricted moans, a red ballgag wedged tight in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes, the man wont see me if i stay behind the tree but with his eyes closed he couldn't see the girl his cock is ramming.

The girl has some small clamps on her nipples with her blue minidress pulled down under her breasts and pulled up over her hips, its nothing more than a loose corset right now, 6 inch heels padlocked to her feet and a collar locked around her neck. Rose red cheeks almost glowing with heat as her moans escape the gag, on closer look the man has his cock buried not in her pussy, its her ass he is stuffing, her pussy is vacant but there's something covering it that has a few wires running up her back leading to a purple remote.

My adrenaline skyrockets as the man starts looking around for observers but luckily looked away first so i leaned back around the tree and was not gone as far as they knew, my own cheeks red now after watching what's going on, my own pussy pulsing as arousal sets in, i slowly look around the tree and the man is gone, the redhead is still there, on all 4s and shaking in a euphoric bliss.

A hand, grasping my shoulder and neck, squeezing tight my surprise wasted on a sharp inhale rather than a scream for help, im spun around and his eyes are staring daggers into mine, normally i would be thrashing by now but the sheer surprise, this man who was just fucking the other girl places a wet hand over my mouth. fear over the cause for the wetness keeps my lips sealed as my eyes lock to his own. The remaining hand which had spun me around was already working on my pants, pushing under and into my long since wet panties, his large fingers pushing in without a moments hesitation as his knuckle grinds into my clit.

I orgasm, faster than iv ever cum before, what takes minutes for me with my vibrator took this man seconds with 2 large fingers, 2 large fingers which are now moving like pistons as im spun around yet again, my back to him as his hand that was over my mouth leaves his mark on my lips as my neck is grasped. led from behind to the other girl who is now sitting up, blindfold off and eyes gazing at me, my body under the command of another's forceful insistence.

The hand that had been massaging me close to another orgasm withdraws as he trails my own juices up under my shirt and pinches my nipple through my bra. The man commands and the girl responds by crawling up and begins to pull my pants down, white panties soaked and stuck to my pussy in full view to this woman as my pants are pulled down to my knees. A little giggle from the woman reveals shes removed her gag, handing it to the man who then lowers to the ground, my body falling after him, the woman crawling under my pants and looks up, face now between my legs as my panties are dragged aside by her thin fingers.

As i open my mouth to beg her not to continue i see a flash of red and my mouth widens in surprise, the gag the redhead was wearing, biting and drooling on was now buckled into my own mouth, biting instinctively against the situation the man begins pulling my shirt and bra up over my head. Im helpless and exposed, 1 arm from this man is holding both of mine behind my back and i cant beat his strength. His remaining hand cupping my breasts 1 at a time as his friend peals my panties off my pussy.

“She looks so tasty! how much can i have?” the redhead gleefully says like a child talking about chocolate.

“Till i say so” the man responds in a deep throaty voice.

Its all she needed to hear as her face sinks into my sex, her lips locking with my won and her nose presses against my clit, her tongue working my walls over and then sinking in for a better taste.

To say im the loudest moaner would be natural, of course iv never been gagged and eaten out by another woman before, her nose running back and forth as i cum right on her tongue which she slurped up with a desperation iv never seen on anyone before. the sounds of her moaning into my pussy sending shivers up my spine, why couldn't i just ignore the sounds?

Eyes shooting open at the thought, what if someone else is now watching me cum at the tongue of this woman with a gag in my mouth? ill be seen as the pervert here more than these 2! The hand that had been working my breasts moves again, this time to my gagged mouth, covering it easily he pinches my nose as well, i cant breathe! and this woman has doubled her effort, at this rate ill cum for a 3rd time in as many minutes!

Mind begging for air, brain screaming for it as my eyes fall on the mans face, his cold expression telling me that it wont end soon, muscles tensing as my pussy shakes with a tongue and fingers working hard, another orgasm slurped up by the hungry redhead and still the man holds tight, the woman now focussing on my throbbing clit which, till now has only been rubbed by her nose on occasion, hot lips tight at the base as her tongue caresses as she sucks hard.

a 4th orgasm tears through my body, iv never had 4 in a row, most iv had till now was 2 in a row. These 2 are pushing me and they don't care if i break! Air rushes in as the man releases my nose, waiting for the exhale he pinches again, the woman pressing fingers deep inside, my G-spot being massaged as my clit is sucked.

“Enough Cunt” the man says, loud enough to be heard by just us as the woman breaks away from my throbbing pussy, her handiwork was leading me to a 5th, release the man has taken away as the source of pleasure slides out from between my legs with her face glistening in my pleasure, a smile on her face and eyes on mine. the lights dim as im forced to pass out.. not here, with them.

“nooo..” i weakly say into the gag.

____

Cold, wet, exhausted.. My eyes open and im alone, in a small, secluded alcove of bushes, no one would find her here but why am i here? im in another part of the park entirely! did they really move me while i was unconscious? at least my clothes are all back on, a bit forced, but with a noticeable difference.. my panties are gone, bra too.. my soaked pussy in my pants and rigid nipples rubbing against my shirt, its already chafing and i have barely moved!

“Home is.. that way” i think to myself as i shamble out of the bushes, my pants occasionally making contact with my hypersensitive pussy, my muscles jerk or twitch in response as it takes me 15 minutes to walk 3 minutes with me constantly looking over my shoulders, occasionally looking at others and becoming very aware of my nipples making their presence known to any who would look my way.

Safe, i think. Doors locked as i check the clock on the wall, iv been gone all day! how long was i out? did they do anything to me while i was unconscious? ill have to give my body a look in my room, walking up my stairs i look completely different compared to this morning, my neat hair in a ponytail? now a utter mess, my white shirt not missing a button and my nipples pressing through the thin fabric, my black pants now dirty and panties missing with a soaked pussy just underneath.

Stripping in my room i turn to my mirror, my breasts have bruises, my pussy burning red, clit still throbbing. looking at my soaked pussy my mind drifts back, i could have ran! i could have screamed! but i just watched and wanted and then joined them. was i really that needy? that pent up?

My hand already beating my mind to the punch as my fingers circle my clit, sitting on my bed i fall back as i work hard, my need burning again, harder than usual. My fingers clearly not up to the task i roll over to my bedside table, my toys will scratch this itch as usual, at least to release.

Why? WHY?! why did i enjoy what they did?! the man pinning me with 1 arm and the woman, that redhead, her mouth.. her lips, the skill and determination.. why did i love every second of her attention, rolling over, closing my legs, locking my vibrator against my clit it isnt enough! its always worked before,

“my favourite position and toy have never failed me before” i plead in my head as i curl into a ball as the vibrations stir me into a frenzy, memories of what happened still fresh in my mind, nipples pinched, clit sucked, pussy devoured.

“nnnngh! Cmmmm NNNNNNN” i grunt into my pillow!

why wont it work! i need to, i want to cum! why why whyyy! my mind racing with desire when a thought rose up. Moving my arms behind my back i grab my elbows with my hands and squeeze hard, i bite my pillow and moan as a colossal orgasm tears my pussy to pieces on its way out! the single largest orgasm iv ever had and my arms race to the vibrator and turn it off with tears in my eyes, i know what they did to me.. but what did they do to me?

[secretsniper3]

A Walk in the Park

Morning, another dreary day ahead, usual routine, put my robe on, brush hair and put in ponytail, bit of makeup. Downstairs for something to eat and some coffee when i see it by the front door, a letter. Bit strange, i don't usually get letters but its addressed to me so why not check it out?

“Dear Emma, Our scouts saw you a few weeks ago and we believe you would be a perfect fit for our next event, you'll receive fair compensation for your time and equipment will be provided on arrival. we hope you accept.”

Looking over the letter again its as simple as its written, it even has a address, time and date, 5pm this Friday? well its not like im busy or anything, i was going to go to the movies with some friends but they bailed on me, and my account is getting rather empty.. sounds interesting.

“At least i now have something to DO in 3 days!” i chuckle to myself.

Sitting around the house with nothing to do, i think ill check out this address today while its broad daylight, its on the other side of town so i can walk through the park on the way and have some fresh air.

Sliding out of my robe i opt for a white shirt with black pants, always a good combo and some typical shoes for the park and walk. Busy today as usual as people rush in every direction on their way to wherever they are going, after a few brushes with clearly eager hands with 1 cupping my ass i manage to get to the park and take a breath, “pretty handsy today” i think to myself as i run my hand over my freshly groped ass. Another breath in and i continue away from the hands on crowd and move on.

Its quite impressive, iv walked past this building a few times before but this will be the first time i actually see the inside, its usually for high end events the kind of which id never enjoy, the high arches over the front door, the marble columns and statues lining the outside. what kind of job will it be anyway? im not good with food.

i shrug as i walk back through the park, longer route than i need but its a nice day to wander.

As i sit on a bench i can hear something i dont think iv ever expected to hear in a park, someone is moaning, quiet enough to not draw much attention but loud enough to hear if you get too close.. like me. Curiosity has me by the tits now as i turn to the bushes behind my chair and look around a large tree. Red hair swaying back and forth as right on the other side of the tree some girl is getting fucked, hard by her restricted moans, a red ballgag wedged tight in her mouth and a blindfold over her eyes, the man wont see me if i stay behind the tree but with his eyes closed he couldn't see the girl his cock is ramming.

The girl has some small clamps on her nipples with her blue minidress pulled down under her breasts and pulled up over her hips, its nothing more than a loose corset right now, 6 inch heels padlocked to her feet and a collar locked around her neck. Rose red cheeks almost glowing with heat as her moans escape the gag, on closer look the man has his cock buried not in her pussy, its her ass he is stuffing, her pussy is vacant but there's something covering it that has a few wires running up her back leading to a purple remote.

My adrenaline skyrockets as the man starts looking around for observers but luckily looked away first so i leaned back around the tree and was not gone as far as they knew, my own cheeks red now after watching what's going on, my own pussy pulsing as arousal sets in, i slowly look around the tree and the man is gone, the redhead is still there, on all 4s and shaking in a euphoric bliss.

A hand, grasping my shoulder and neck, squeezing tight my surprise wasted on a sharp inhale rather than a scream for help, im spun around and his eyes are staring daggers into mine, normally i would be thrashing by now but the sheer surprise, this man who was just fucking the other girl places a wet hand over my mouth. fear over the cause for the wetness keeps my lips sealed as my eyes lock to his own. The remaining hand which had spun me around was already working on my pants, pushing under and into my long since wet panties, his large fingers pushing in without a moments hesitation as his knuckle grinds into my clit.

I orgasm, faster than iv ever cum before, what takes minutes for me with my vibrator took this man seconds with 2 large fingers, 2 large fingers which are now moving like pistons as im spun around yet again, my back to him as his hand that was over my mouth leaves his mark on my lips as my neck is grasped. led from behind to the other girl who is now sitting up, blindfold off and eyes gazing at me, my body under the command of another's forceful insistence.

The hand that had been massaging me close to another orgasm withdraws as he trails my own juices up under my shirt and pinches my nipple through my bra. The man commands and the girl responds by crawling up and begins to pull my pants down, white panties soaked and stuck to my pussy in full view to this woman as my pants are pulled down to my knees. A little giggle from the woman reveals shes removed her gag, handing it to the man who then lowers to the ground, my body falling after him, the woman crawling under my pants and looks up, face now between my legs as my panties are dragged aside by her thin fingers.

As i open my mouth to beg her not to continue i see a flash of red and my mouth widens in surprise, the gag the redhead was wearing, biting and drooling on was now buckled into my own mouth, biting instinctively against the situation the man begins pulling my shirt and bra up over my head. Im helpless and exposed, 1 arm from this man is holding both of mine behind my back and i cant beat his strength. His remaining hand cupping my breasts 1 at a time as his friend peals my panties off my pussy.

“She looks so tasty! how much can i have?” the redhead gleefully says like a child talking about chocolate.

“Till i say so” the man responds in a deep throaty voice.

Its all she needed to hear as her face sinks into my sex, her lips locking with my won and her nose presses against my clit, her tongue working my walls over and then sinking in for a better taste.

To say im the loudest moaner would be natural, of course iv never been gagged and eaten out by another woman before, her nose running back and forth as i cum right on her tongue which she slurped up with a desperation iv never seen on anyone before. the sounds of her moaning into my pussy sending shivers up my spine, why couldn't i just ignore the sounds?

Eyes shooting open at the thought, what if someone else is now watching me cum at the tongue of this woman with a gag in my mouth? ill be seen as the pervert here more than these 2! The hand that had been working my breasts moves again, this time to my gagged mouth, covering it easily he pinches my nose as well, i cant breathe! and this woman has doubled her effort, at this rate ill cum for a 3rd time in as many minutes!

Mind begging for air, brain screaming for it as my eyes fall on the mans face, his cold expression telling me that it wont end soon, muscles tensing as my pussy shakes with a tongue and fingers working hard, another orgasm slurped up by the hungry redhead and still the man holds tight, the woman now focussing on my throbbing clit which, till now has only been rubbed by her nose on occasion, hot lips tight at the base as her tongue caresses as she sucks hard.

a 4th orgasm tears through my body, iv never had 4 in a row, most iv had till now was 2 in a row. These 2 are pushing me and they don't care if i break! Air rushes in as the man releases my nose, waiting for the exhale he pinches again, the woman pressing fingers deep inside, my G-spot being massaged as my clit is sucked.

“Enough Cunt” the man says, loud enough to be heard by just us as the woman breaks away from my throbbing pussy, her handiwork was leading me to a 5th, release the man has taken away as the source of pleasure slides out from between my legs with her face glistening in my pleasure, a smile on her face and eyes on mine. the lights dim as im forced to pass out.. not here, with them.

“nooo..” i weakly say into the gag.

____

Cold, wet, exhausted.. My eyes open and im alone, in a small, secluded alcove of bushes, no one would find her here but why am i here? im in another part of the park entirely! did they really move me while i was unconscious? at least my clothes are all back on, a bit forced, but with a noticeable difference.. my panties are gone, bra too.. my soaked pussy in my pants and rigid nipples rubbing against my shirt, its already chafing and i have barely moved!

“Home is.. that way” i think to myself as i shamble out of the bushes, my pants occasionally making contact with my hypersensitive pussy, my muscles jerk or twitch in response as it takes me 15 minutes to walk 3 minutes with me constantly looking over my shoulders, occasionally looking at others and becoming very aware of my nipples making their presence known to any who would look my way.

Safe, i think. Doors locked as i check the clock on the wall, iv been gone all day! how long was i out? did they do anything to me while i was unconscious? ill have to give my body a look in my room, walking up my stairs i look completely different compared to this morning, my neat hair in a ponytail? now a utter mess, my white shirt not missing a button and my nipples pressing through the thin fabric, my black pants now dirty and panties missing with a soaked pussy just underneath.

Stripping in my room i turn to my mirror, my breasts have bruises, my pussy burning red, clit still throbbing. looking at my soaked pussy my mind drifts back, i could have ran! i could have screamed! but i just watched and wanted and then joined them. was i really that needy? that pent up?

My hand already beating my mind to the punch as my fingers circle my clit, sitting on my bed i fall back as i work hard, my need burning again, harder than usual. My fingers clearly not up to the task i roll over to my bedside table, my toys will scratch this itch as usual, at least to release.

Why? WHY?! why did i enjoy what they did?! the man pinning me with 1 arm and the woman, that redhead, her mouth.. her lips, the skill and determination.. why did i love every second of her attention, rolling over, closing my legs, locking my vibrator against my clit it isnt enough! its always worked before,

“my favourite position and toy have never failed me before” i plead in my head as i curl into a ball as the vibrations stir me into a frenzy, memories of what happened still fresh in my mind, nipples pinched, clit sucked, pussy devoured.

“nnnngh! Cmmmm NNNNNNN” i grunt into my pillow!

why wont it work! i need to, i want to cum! why why whyyy! my mind racing with desire when a thought rose up. Moving my arms behind my back i grab my elbows with my hands and squeeze hard, i bite my pillow and moan as a colossal orgasm tears my pussy to pieces on its way out! the single largest orgasm iv ever had and my arms race to the vibrator and turn it off with tears in my eyes, i know what they did to me.. but what did they do to me?