#people always say that it like. makes them euphoric ???? ok. if you say so i guess that’s fine! if ur really happy!

[weed666]

need to get away from the ‘trans ppl with skinny anime characters as their icons that use skinny anime characters in all their trans memes and only reblog skinny anime art’ section of tumblr and find more of the ‘trans ppl who appreciate body diversity and art of trans ppl that actually looks like the trans ppl i know irl and not like a conventionally attractive model’ section. where r y’all at. pls for the love of god help me get me out of here i’m fighting for my fucking life where is the fat hairy transgender art i can’t take this anymore

[wosoragebaiter69]

BEACH!

barça femeni x teen!reader

request: here

A/N: i have cricket training today :( and my family decided to act like we were in an episode of the kardashians yesterday

TW: Coarse Language

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Today was going to be a fun day, the team were going to the beach for a couple days. Because… well why not? I’ve always loved the beach so when I was asked if I wanted to come, there is no other answer other than yes.

I look out to the white sandy beach, it’s so inviting and immediately run over with my stuff. Alexia, Marta and Irene do most of the carrying but some of the older girls carry some things as well. Not me though.

I place my items on the ground and take the time to actually look around. We’re in a cove, it’s pretty secluded, there’s a beach house we’re staying in for the next few days and it’s pretty big considering we all have to stay in it. We agreed that us younger girls could go straight to the beach while the older girls do all the other boring stuff.

Jana jumps on my back and I stumble forward into the ground beneath me.

“Janaaaa” I whine.

“Whattt.” She mocks me.

“This place is GORGEOUS.” She remarks looking around at the cliffs, crystal clear water and slight rainforest.

“I know right, so many fun things to do. What first?” I ask, her eyes light up.

“We should swim and find any cool areas that we can hide away from overbearing people.” She smirks.

“That’s a great idea, let’s go!” I run into the water, feeling the cool liquid against the heat of summer I felt before. I dive in when just deep enough, Jana is behind me. Patri and Pina are chasing each other on the shore as Bruna and Salma film them.

I swim to the edge of the cove where the cliffs are and after some swimming I come across a cave system.

“Jana! Look, a cave!” She swims over and looks at the small cave, it’s enough to fit a couple people and has a little beach, just out of sight from the main shore.

“Woah, we could have like a campfire here at night.”

“You think Alexia would let us leave? No chance Jana.” She sighs.

“There’s a thing called sneaking out and we both know she goes to sleep at like 10pm.” I stare at her with a blank expression.

“Ok, let’s go back now. I saw JetSkis and want to ride one. We probably need ‘adult supervision’ though.” She nods her head and we make our way back to shore.

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“Where were you two?” Ingrid says as Jana and I walk up and out of the water.

“Swimming.” I say, she looks disappointed.

“Maybe stay where we can see you so Alexia doesn’t freak out. You’re lucky she’s keeping occupied with her own stuff.” She shakes her head.

“Sorry Ingrid.” Jana says but the Norwegian just smiles.

“It’s ok, I just don’t want to feel the wrath of Alexia come down on me or anyone.” I nod in understanding then Mapi walks out of the house in her own bikini. I notice Ingrid’s gaze on her.

“You guys make me sick.” I make a gagging noise and turn away.

“You will learn one day nena.” Mapi wraps her arm around me.

“I hope not. Anyways, could we go on one of those JetSkis? Pleaseeee.” I ask and she immediately agrees.

“Yayy, vamosss!” Jana goes to speak with Bruna as Mapi and I walk over to where the 2 water mobiles are parked.

“Ok so am I driving or are you?” She asks.

“Could I?” She nods.

“I’ll teach you, get on and let’s do this thing.” She instructs me to get on and turn the JetSki on. She then says to initially take it slow because going to fast straight away will make the vehicle unstable. I do as told and slowly get faster.

“This is fun!” I say, as waves crash over the top of us.

“You’ve got it nena! Now you can go a little faster if you leave this cove, are you ok with that?” I eagerly nod my head and speed up to where there’s more water and less land.

We drive pretty fast as we crash into different waves and water splashes all over us, it’s really such a euphoric experience.

As the fuel starts running low, Mapi guides me back to where we are needed, the sun has started to set by now and everyone is chilling either in the water, on the beach or on the beach house patio.

We make our way up the shore and I’m exhausted, people are very right when they say JetSkiing is tiring. I plonk on the ground next to Keira and place my head against her shoulder.

“Bit tired are ya?” She says laughing slightly.

“Damn JetSkis man, so tiring.” I grumble.

“Well, I heard dinner will be soon. Not sure who’s making it since we’re all here but who knows.” She pats my leg and Lucy walks over.

“Hey kid, wanna play volleyball? We don’t have enough players on our team and I have selected you.” Suddenly feeling a burst of energy, I nod and follow her.

On our team is Salma, Ona, Lucy, Frido and I. On the other side is Patri, Claudia, Jana, Esmee and Cata. Bruna has made herself the referee.

“Lucy I’m not sure why you chose me because I’ve never played volleyball in my life.”

“Doesn’t your school offer it?” She questions.

“Just because my school offers it does not mean I do it. It clashes with tennis season!” Even though I play football, tennis has also been a big part of my life and I still play competitively.

“Well kid, use that hand eye coordination with your arms and you’ll be right.” I nod and get ready.

It’s a pretty nice game, it’s close but our team is winning, everything is going smoothly until Cata hits a ball too hard and heads straight for my nose. I fall back.

“Ow.” I whimper and feel liquid run down my face.

“Shit!” Lucy whispers.

“You alright kid? Move your hand away from your nose.” I nod half-heartedly and remove my hands.

“Oof, Alexia’s gonna freak!” As her name is said, she magically appears out of nowhere and leans down narrowing her eyes.

“Come on, you’re not playing anymore.” I open my mouth to argue but she shuts it down.

“Bye guys! By losers!” I shout to the other team who look slightly off-put.

Alexia takes me inside making sure I’ve got all the sand off before. She leads me to a bathroom and gets a first aid kit.

“Not broken but I will ice it for now. Ok?” I nod, knowing not to mess or argue with her.

After she wipes my face and clears the area, she takes a small ice pack and places it against my nose, taping it down.

“No more volleyball for today, come sit with me and the others and we can talk about anything you like. I think dinner is ready anyways.” I smile.

“Ok, thanks Ale.”

“Anytime.” She kisses my forehead. “Ready to go?” She takes my hand and we go out where food is set on the table and the others have came back from where they were.

The dinner is chaotic, nothing unusual for the girls. It’s a homely feeling to be here with each one of them. Mapi nudges me gently and slides over a small glass of wine.

“Drink. I say it’s a great day to get you to try it, have some fun nena. I spoke to Ale and she’s fine because it’s under supervision even if you and I both know it isn’t your first.” I blush and nod taking it.

“Thanks Maps.” She nods patting my back and I take a sip. It doesn’t taste bad. Mapi smirks and cheers go down the table.

This team and life is everything one could ask for.

[heybank]

DENY PART TWO

ok i think i might make a series about my jj x reader x pope fic

also kind of dedicated to @starfxkr bc their blog gets me through the jj pope drought that is on tumblr (if you don't wanna be tagged i'll totally delete but i luv you even tho i don't know you

this isn't technically a part two but it's inspired by my previous fic deny

i'm hoping to maybe fully flesh out a whole mini story about them bc i love jj and pope so bad and i wanna kiss them both and have them kiss each other.

please send me prompts or if you have any ideas or you just wanna gush about jj and pope 💜

i'm a cancer, ok

you've always felt your emotions more deeply than others. you have a lot of feelings and it's not uncommon for you to start tearing up at random times throughout the day when you see something that elicits a strong feeling from you.

kie says it's because you're a cancer and while she's so true because you are the stereotypical emotional water sign, you're not sure how much of your mental state is because of your astrological sign or if you're genuinely a few screws loose in the head.

you remember hiccuping and sobbing into jjs shirt for the better part of half an hour- staining his sleeveless tee with your tears all because you saw a seagull missing a foot and he seemed to be running slower than his other seagull friends. your only relief from the obvious heartbreaking situation was jj softly murmuring comforting words in your ear, his strong arms around circled around your waist, your body snuggled onto his lap. the scene isn't uncommon for the pogues to see. the two of you have always been more affectionate than most.

all of this leads you to where you are now, curled up on your bed sobbing. soft sad music playing in the background making you sob even more. you put on a brave face with your friends but in the sanctuary of your own bed is where you can finally let your feelings free.

seeing pope and jj kiss hurt you more than you originally thought. your mind keeps replaying the scene of the two boys kiss, their lips moving together sensually, saliva being shared. you're sure that if you hadn't interrupted them, the kiss would lead to something more and involving less clothes.

hey google, play "that should be me" by justin bieber.

what if when they start dating they drop you? what if pope isn't comfortable with how touchy or affectionate you are with jj and he stops your cuddles or what if jj doesn't want you to hang out alone with pope because he knows you two kissed. what if they stop needing you because they have each other?

the thought makes a sob crawl up your throat and fat tears roll down your cheeks. you feel like your head is going to explode from how hard your crying. you need them like air, you felt like that even before you and pope kissed and before you realized you're in love with jj. you need them because they're your closest friends- they're the family you so desperately crave because your own doesn't care much for you and you're so scared if they start dating each other then they won't need you.

it's why you give out your love so freely, the feeling of being needed by people is something that is so deeply and inherently buried in your bones. when someone needs you and you can help them, it feels euphoric. a psychologist would probably have a field day with you because if you're not needed, what good are you?

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"i'm really confused after our kiss" pope mumbles, nervous to look at jj in the eyes.

"good or bad confused" jj responds.

"is there such thing as good confusion?" pope asks, eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. "i didn't think i was gay or bi or whatever and yeah i think some dudes are hot but like i've never wanted to kiss them but i wanted to kiss you!! and then we kissed and it was like... nice but different and i couldn't help but think about gracie and how she and i kissed and how good that also felt and then i felt guilty and-"

"pope, take a breath" the maybank boy utters, effectively cutting off popes rambles.

"i liked kissing you pope. i never let myself be attracted to dudes but it's you, ya know?" jj continues.

"but i also understand wanting to kiss grace. i... well i want to kiss her too." he finally confesses. he's never said his feelings for his grace out loud before.

pope gently stumbles over to where the maybank boy is perched on his bed, he leans in to grab jjs fidgeting hands, grasping them in what he hopes is a comforting hold.

he leans forward so he can give jj a small peck on the cheek. reassuring him that they're ok, that they'll make it through whatever turmoil they're feeling right now.

jj grabs popes face and brings him in for a deeper kiss, lips and tongues touching. it makes jjs stomach burn with desire. after several minutes or maybe hours of kissing, he's not sure, pope reaches up and pulls on jjs soft blond tresses, tugging on the boys hair a little to pull him away from popes lips. they both let out little gasps when they disconnect.

"have you heard of polyamory?" pope asks jj... a shit eating grin on his lips.

---

giggling and kicking my feet. i love them 💜

[stalkiwi]

the hardest thing when you're genderfluid is that, when you use all/different pronouns or change pronouns regularly, people will always ask that one question "hummm it sounds complicated.... can I stick to just they/them?" or Worse, sometimes they'll even stick to one gendered pronoun like, ah yes assume my gender I guess. and everytime, we will almost all reply to it with "sure, it's ok I understand lol". because we're too scared that we are, in fact, asking too much if we ask people to switch our pronouns.

the thing you people need to understand is that most of us are uncomfortable with having a set of pronouns sticked to us, and we'll likely never say it openly. it's been an entire year since I've came out as demi-fluid and it happened literally once that someone switched my pronouns when I changed them to fit my current identity.

so please, please people, know that switching our pronouns and changing them depending on how we feel currently is actually giving us a lot of Gender Affirmation and happy chemicals. if you just ignore it cause "too hard to follow", "too complicated", it just feels like we're beaming signals and they're being ignored. I usually don't mind it when people stick to they/them with me because, no matter how I feel, it'll always be correct, but that doesn't mean it's always my preferred.

like if at some point I feel more feminine and I change to she/they, PLEASE use she/her, at least even once during this period of time, it makes me literally so so euphoric I can't explain like YES thank you for affirming my girly moment!!

[hotpocketpena]

Pop Princess

Pedro Pascal x Fem Reader

Summary - you’re a superstar. Having performed on some of the most famous and largest stages in the world, you are in your peak.

You’re a huge Star Wars fan and when you get invited to The Mandalorian Season 1 premier by an old fried, you meet an unexpected man, who you never thought would catch your eye…

Warnings - Swearing & mention of kissing.

Notes- I’ve been throwing this idea around in my head for so long, I just never knew how I’d want it to play out. Well finally I think I made it go in an ok directionnnnn, anyways enjoy😬

Also I apologise for past and future posts for BUTCHERING the beautiful Spanish language😢

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Adrenalin.

A euphoric high, combined from nerves, excitement and thrill. That is how it felt for you every time you picked up the microphone & sang to hundreds, if not thousands of people.

The bass from your music blasting through the huge stadium speakers sends vibrations up and down your body as you dance to the ending of your final song of the night.

“Thank you so much Miami! You have been amazing! Goodnight!” You cheer into the bejewelled black microphone & jump down the disappearing part of the stage.

Your fans still screaming for more as you use the crawl space under the stairs and head to your dressing room to wind down.

“Amazing job tonight killer Queen!”

“Best show of the tour so far!”

“You never fail to amaze us!”

The crew shout as you walk past them. You smile at everyone as you walk into your dressing room, your manager following closely behind.

“Uh, Ben. Can I have just ten minutes to myself before we talk?” You ask, throwing yourself on one of the couches in your dressing room.

Ben, your tour manager of four years sits on the armchair across from you. “I’ll just be brief.” He says.

But it’s never brief.

You roll your eyes and rest your head on the top of the couch, ready to heard whatever Ben has to say about the show. He always has some input on how you can be more energetic or more enthusiastic on stage. And you always tell him the same thing.

“Now that show was brilliant, don’t get me wrong.” His thick British accent makes it really hard to be annoyed with what he says. “But I think you could just be-“

“More energetic sweetheart. You are amazing already but the show needs more sparkle!” you mock him, with a terrible attempt at his accent.

He opens his mouth to speak but closes is quickly. “I do not sound like that.” He whines.

“Well no. But, you do say that to me after every show. And I always give my all when I’m out there.” You say.

He sits in the back of his chair and crosses his arms. “Maybe it’s just me, but I feel like the fans need more. Maybe more fireworks or more dancers or-“

“Ben.” You sternly say his name, knowing where this is going.

“I love you, but you need to get out of my dressing room.” You say as sweetly as possible.

“Fine! If you don’t want to hear about my amazing ideas, then I’ll go and tell them to someone how appreciated them!” He taunts, standing from the chair and swaying his hips to the door.

“I hear Danny from sound looooves your ideas! Go tell him!” You shout, silently thanking the heavens that he’s leaving.

Ben leaves you at peace, and you settle back into the couch, kicking your feet up on the coffee table.

Just as you’re about to sigh, there’s a knock at the door.

“God damn it! Can’t a girl just have five minutes of peace after doing a very long two hour work out while also singing!” You groan, hoping the person behind the door can hear you and will take it as a hint to leave.

“I guess I’ll just leave you to it then princesa del pop.” A beautiful, husky voice shouts from the other side of the door.

It’s a voice you’ve been waiting to hear for 10 days. And you’ve been itching to see the beautiful face behind it.

You jump from the couch, using the last bit of your energy and make a b-line for the door.

“Pedro!” You scream, jumping into his arms. You wrap your legs around his hips and he grips onto the bottom of your thighs.

“Hello baby. Have you missed me?” He chuckles speaking into your hair.

You give him a big squeeze and jump down from his embrace. Your lips crash against his in a hungry but loving kiss.

Your lips move together in sync, releasing all the built up tension of not being able to kiss his sweet lips for so long.

When you break from the kiss, he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and takes your chin between his thumb and index finger.

“I only managed to catch the last forty minutes but you were amazing tonight my little superstar.” He says sweetly, his voice like honey.

“I didn’t think you’d be able to make it!”

“Well I had to sneak away from set and get one of the assistants to lie for me to make it, but I’m here.” Pedro plants a quick kiss to your lips.

He takes your hand into his and you both walk into your dressing room. You notice he’s not in his usual casual attire. He has makeup still on from filming and his hair is all messily done.

“Did you-did you literally take of from the Mando set and rush here for me?” You ask with a serious tone.

“I would have been here sooner, but the fuckers make me take the suit off the second the cameras are off and we’re done filming. Normally I head over to wardrobe to take off all the under garments that go under the suit, but I escaped before they could catch me.” He chuckles, dressed in an all black mesh outfit.

You gasp at him. “Yeah because last time you came to one of my shows in the whole fucking suit. And got so drunk that you drank beer out of the helmet. And then threw up in it once you drank all of the beer.” You laughed, sitting next to him on the couch. He pats his knee for you to put your legs up and you do with gratitude.

“And you know that it’s against the Creed that you should never take your helmet off in front of a living being.” You smirk, knowing he hates how much you love the show.

He tuts and rolls his eyes. “My god you need to get a life.”

You chuckled. “The way of the Mandalorian is my life.”

Pedro pondered for a second. “Hang on, we started dating after the premier of the first season of the show right?” He asked, his brows raised while he ran his hand up and down your leg.

“Yeah, why’d you ask?”

“And we’d never met before the premier?”

You had a feeling you knew where this was going.

“Uhhh,” you stuttered. “Yeah I think so.”

“Now correct me if I’m wrong, but before the premiere of the show, I’m pretty sure you didn’t know who I was. And I obviously knew who you were. I’m sure I went to say hi to you, but you just smiled awkwardly and walked away. But right after the showing, I swear you were all over me like a fly on shit.” Pedro’s voice was inquisitive.

He was right.

You got invited to the premier as John knew how much you love Star Wars, and Boba Fett was your favourite character. So when the opportunity to go to The Mandalorian premier, you squealed and cried.

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The day of the premiere you were so excited. Taking inspiration from the Mando armour, your designer created the most beautiful 2 piece suit in the colour of the armour.

You knew of Pedro before the premier, having seen a few of his movies, but you’d never met him. On the red carpet, you two did have an awkward encounter. Pedro was the star of the show before you showed up.

As soon as you walked on the carpet, all the cameras and eyes were on you. You’d said that you didn’t want all eyes on you or to take shine away from the amazing people who had worked on the show, so you took a few photos and headed inside where you could mingle with a few people.

Just before the showing, Pedro walked over to you, a clear attraction from his side, having watched you perform at events for many years, he took a serious liking to you.

You thought he was cute, but because you didn’t know him, you just thought of him as a cute guy. He walked over and said hi to you. You gave him a sweet but awkward smile and excused yourself to head to the bathroom.

The show had started and boy was it amazing. As soon as it ended, John and Pedro stood from their seats, giving small nods while looking around at everyone cheering them on.

Pedro looked over to you and gave you a wink. You felt your heart stop and your palms began to sweat.

Is this what love at second sight looks like? You thought taking him all in.

Once everyone had disappeared from the theatre and headed into the bar area, you were on the hunt for him. Wanting to continue the ‘what could have been’ conversation. If only you had taken a few seconds to speak with him before, this would be a lot less awkward.

You take a deep breath in and begin your strut towards him. Luckily, he’s with John, so if things go awkward, you can lean on him to get you out of a sticky situation.

“Hey! Look who it is! We were just talking about you!” John cheers, holding his glass of brown liquid towards you to join him.

Pedro quickly spins to face you and his face turns a blush red. He clears his throat and wipes his sweaty palms on the back of his pants, hoping that it’s not too obvious that he’s nervous.

“Who knew you had such talent in that big ol’ head of yours!” You joke, pulling John in for a hug. He hugs you back, squeezing you just a little too tight.

You let out a joking ouch and break from the hug. You turn your attention to Pedro and butterflies erupt in your stomach. He’s beautiful.

You both look into each others eyes and not a word is spoken. It’s like everyone in the room has just disappeared and only you two remain. You could stay looking into his beautiful chocolate eyes forever.

“Now I want you to meet the star of the show.” John snaps you out of your trance. He moves around the small circle table and throws his arm over Pedro’s shoulder.

“This is Pedro, our very own Din Djarin. The man behind the mask.” John beams, being very proud of Pedro.

“And this lovely lady is-“

Before John could finish, Pedro interrupts.

“We’ve met before.”

You let out a shy laugh averting your eyes from him. He doesn’t take his eyes off you and a smile beams across his face at your laugh.

“I’ve been to a few of her shows actually, she’s brilliant.” He says with adoration.

He’d been to more than a few. At first, Sarah invited him to go, as she also really enjoys your music. He didn’t think anything of it first, but once you got on stage, he was hooked.

Pedro had been to about 20 of your shows over the years, sometimes even going alone just because he wanted to enjoy the shows you put on and admire you from afar. When he found out you were coming tonight, he wanted to shoot his shot.

Usually when celebrities come to your shows, you invite them backstage and hang out with them for a few drinks, discussing the show and other things. Pedro never made himself known, he’d been too nervous to go backstage.

You blushed at his comment. He’d been to a few of your shows? He’s never been backstage? You thought, wondering why he never took the invite, but you brush the thought off.

John rambles on about how the promotion for the show has been going and gets called away by someone, leaving you and Pedro alone at the table.

“So, how did you find the first episode?” He asks, shuffling on his feet.

“It was truly a masterpiece. You were amazing!” You express, trying to keep it cool.

He blushes, taking a step closer to you. “Thank you. It means a lot coming from you. The way you perform on stage is a work of art.”

Wow, your heart flutters

You engage with him in some casual conversation and head to the bar together to grab another drink. You both hit it off.

“So, uh, what are you doing in three days time?” Pedro ask taking a sip from his glass of whiskey.

“I’m performing at the Oscar’s.” You say. “Why’d you ask?”

“Well, I was wondering if you wanted to grab a drink after? I’ve been invited to the Vanity Fair after party, but I can ditch that if you’re free?” He says, the whiskey giving him the courage he needs to ask you out.

“I was going to head to the Vogue after party but, I’d like to have a drink with you.” You blush, your wine helping you in this situation massively.

—————

“Now that I’m actually thinking about it…Did you only come over to me and John because you liked me as Din?!” Pedro gasps, pinching your legs.

You yelp and laugh. “Nooooo, of course not!” You lie. You never wanted to admit to him, but it was true. There was just something about him being the man behind the Baskar that turned you on.

“Oh my god it’s true!” He laughs, quickly standing from the couch.

He stands in front of you with a shocked face and hands on his hips.

“If I never took the job, you never would have gone for that drink with me would you? And you’d be shacked up with someone else who’d be playing Mano!” Pedro tuts, but his tone is jokey, wanting to get a rise out of you.

“Baby, come on. Please don’t make me say it.” You groan, throwing your head back on the couch.

“Say it.” He demands, kneeling down in front of you, placing his hands on your knees to balance himself.

“Fine! I felt more attracted to you as Mando. There!” You admit to defeat, wanting this conversation to be over and done with.

“But! The more I got to know you, the more I loved the man behind the mask. And I do! I love you more and more everyday, so it shouldn’t matter how I became attracted to you in the first place.”

Pedro laughs, patting your knees and playing a kiss on your forehead.

“And I love you princesa del pop. Even if you are a Star Wars loving freak.” He chuckles

“Your Star Wars loving freak.” You say, rolling your eyes at him.”

“Yes, yes you are.” He smiles at you lovingly.

———————-

[lycandrophile]

hey, sorry idk if its ok for me to ask for advice here, but im really lost and dont know where else to go.

i might be starting testosterone really soon, (via informed consent) but i keep flipping back and forth on whether or not i'm sure i want it. some days i think, "yes 100% im a man i want T right now" and thinking abt the effects of T makes me euphoric. other days i think, "wait AM i sure tho? what if it turns out i hate it actually" and thinking abt the effects of T on those days makes me anxious and ambivalent.

i think it might be just a fear of change, but i'm not sure, and i'm worried about making a decision i'll regret forever. it doesnt help i keep seeing ppl say things like "you need to be 100% sure you want hrt before u start because going back and forth puts a huge strain on the body" etc, but i dont know if i ever will be 100% sure.

what do you make of this? do i really need to be 100% sure? am i rushing in too fast? or is this just anxiety talking?

i spent years agonizing over if i was really sure that i wanted to start t, and you know what it taught me?

no one is ever 100% sure about anything. it’s an impossible task. that’s just not how people work — you’re always going to find more things to be anxious or unsure about when you think about it because it’s an unknown thing and it’s completely natural to be at least a little unsure of unknown things.

and most of the time, nobody expects you to be 100% sure about big decisions because we all know it’s an unfair expectation. nobody told me i couldn’t go to college because i wasn’t 100% sure where i wanted to go. nobody tells you to never drive anywhere because you’re not 100% sure that the car won’t crash. accepting risk is a part of life. trusting ourselves to make the best decisions we can — and trusting ourselves to be able to handle whatever happens next — is an unavoidable part of life.

the only reason we’re held to that impossible standard of 100% certainty when it comes to medically transitioning is because people are transphobic and they want us to second guess ourselves and put off hormones or surgery out of fear. if everyone waited until they were 100% sure, no one would ever transition, and that’s exactly what they want.

i look at it like this: hormones are like any other medication. you take them because you decide they have a good shot at making your life better even though there’s also a chance they might be ineffective, have bad side effects, or even make things worse in the end. we accept that risk every time we take a medication because we weigh the options and decide the good that could come of them is worth that risk. imagine if doctors only offered medical care to people when they were 100% sure it would work and not have any side effects — they would never do anything at all!

i can’t tell you if hrt is right for you. i can’t tell you if the risk is worth it for you. what i can tell you is that, when i was unsure about what to do, there were two things that made me decide it was worth the risk:

the first is that i knew i wanted to give myself a chance. the idea of going on hormones only to get more dysphoria from it sounded terrifying, but the reality was that i was already living with dysphoria! and the idea of just accepting that because i was afraid to try the thing that could make it better was even more terrifying. at the end of the day, i decided it was better to choose the option that could make things better than it was to just spend the rest of my life wondering if it would’ve helped. the worst case scenario in both choices is dysphoria, so i figured, why not pick the option where the best case scenario is euphoria? i know dysphoria is something i can live with because i’ve been doing it for years, so i felt that i could trust myself to be able to deal with that outcome if it came. i knew it was possible that i would regret it and wish i had never started t, but i also knew i would regret it even more if i went my whole life never having given myself a chance at something better than the dysphoria i already live with. i figured, if i have to take a risk, why not take the one that excites me instead of the one i would just be taking out of fear?

the second is that hormones are fucking slow. there can be some changes that happen fast but for the most part, the changes on t take time to happen fully, and if i wanted even more time i knew i could take a lower dose to slow things down further. it’s not like you just wake up one day with a totally different body — it’s a process, and if at any point in that process you realize you don’t like what’s happening, you can stop! you’re completely in control; the second it starts to feel like it’s making something worse instead of better, you can decide to stop taking it. even with the changes that came quickest for me, i had time to assess as they started happening, and it would’ve been as simple as putting down the syringe and never using it again if i decided i didn’t want those changes to continue.

(and the people who say you can’t start and stop because of the strain on your body are exaggerating — i had to start and stop multiple times because i was having allergic reactions to all of the serums we tried, and i was totally fine. that was never even a concern my nurse brought up to me. i’m sure it’s not ideal to do that constantly, but i don’t think it’s a big thing you have to worry about.)

again, i can’t tell you if starting t is the right move for you. all of this is just how i made that decision for myself; i can’t make yours for you. what i can tell you is that you are more than capable of making a thoughtful and informed decision without being 100% sure. certainty is not a requirement.

and frankly, anyone who tells you they were 100% sure when they made that decision is either lying about it because they feel like they should’ve been totally certain, or they were in a position to make the decision so quickly that it didn’t leave time to mull things over and find things to be unsure of.

which leads me to my final point: if you’re thinking about it this hard and trying to be this meticulous about making the right decision, you’re absolutely not rushing into it. whatever decision you make, you’ve clearly put a lot of thought into it and that’s all anyone can ask of you.

this is your decision, not anyone else’s, and already you have everything you need to make the best decision you possibly can. trust yourself to choose wisely, and trust yourself to be able to handle whatever your choice brings. you got this.

[ocisugovorile]

S

Today.

Today is the first time I write about you. Up until now I would read, but not yet write. Writing is different. Writing is an imprint, like the one you left behind this morning at 4am.

Today is the most beautiful day and I don't know is it because the morning started off cold and then got warmer throughout the day, just like me with us, or is it the fact that I finally in so long actually looked up at the sky and noticed the clouds just how I noticed your eyes yesterday, or is it the music to my ears winter wonderland playing in the background just like your words last night.

Today I sit sipping on a hot cup of coffee in a cozy little cafe writing about you. If there is something I can thank you for it is for bringing this version of me back. You got me writing again. I love this version of myself, when my brain fills up with so many beautiful thoughts, I find it a waste to not let the words run out of my fingers and onto this keyboard.

Today is different. Today is better.

I despise that I give you that power, to make me feel this way so early into my new independent life.

But how can I despise a feeling you give me, the reason I left my marriage was in order to feel this again.

And I feel you. who would've thought. I say, not in a million years.

I still question whether our paths crossed at the right or the wrong time.

All I know is that our stars aligned when we both found ourselves in similar situations feeling similar emotions and juggling similar struggles.

Going through it all just like me.

Today I can't get you out of my head. I cannot stop replaying the collarbone kisses. my god did you get me there.

Or when I sat on the floor back up against the couch and from behind you comforted me with soft neck kisses whilst slowly killing me with soul bearing news of bad choices you continuously make like a wave of patterns you so badly run from but somehow always end up in.

You drag me into with you, I find it cruel, but then you so gently comfort me after the pain you give. Your dangerous and messed up and unfortunately, that is my type.

And as I am writing this, I just realized the song I will dedicate to you.

There is a quote I read the other day about you. It goes, I never liked brown eyes until I looked into yours, now they are my favorite.

Your eyes say it all. the comfort that comes with them is crippling but invigorating at the same time.

You have me daydreaming today. Snapping myself out of constant dozing.

Euphoric.

Euphoric is the word. I heard connections that are addicting are the best lived stories, the best poetry and the best lessons, but also the most painful, the biggest heartaches and simply soul breaking.

I don't know if I can take it, but I want to with you. I have taken so much through life. so much heartache, so much pain, I need a break, I deserve a break, but I still choose this risk with you because of the good you give.

I hope you don't let me down.

I spoke to T this morning just after you left. Her face is enough to light up the darkest room. She sees my glow too. The one you put on me. I didn't even mention your name, i didnt need to, you were written all over me and she saw it.

She worries but at the same time she understands.

She prays you don't hurt me. She knows who I am, she knows how gentle I can be, and she knows how much I love and much I hurt. She feels it when I go through it just as I feel hers, our souls are tied and bonded for life.

I am grateful to God for her. I had no hesitation to tell her today about you. That says a lot.

She wants me happy she wants me to live this moment for along as I truly deserve which we both know is at least the number of years I spent in desperation and pure agony in my life.

I told her we will fall in love 1000 times and fall out of love 1000 times, lusts and loves are fazes in life.

I believe people can have multiple loves throughout life at different stages, and that is ok.

Throughout life you are not forever one or the same person and if you are then you are not evolving.

Give your heart to your children, give your ambition and focus into work and give your faith to anything that makes you feel safe.

When love gets bad, leave. But now, after everything the scariest part is.... if love is good and remains good. There is nothing more spine-chilling than the thought of love remaining good.

But as unnerving as it is, is it not beautiful? is it not why we left? to give ourselves the chance for something good.

Quote of the day: The universe will never give you peace in something you were never meant to settle in.

If something is not your destiny, you will know, because you feel it.

And that little voice and little feeling you have inside of you, listen to it, that's your best friend.

Right now, both of my best friends tell me to feel everything I have with you.

-MP

Sunday 10th December 2023

13:22pm - 15:22pm

1000 words.

[stardew-shitposterino]

WAIT NO CUTE CAN I GO FIRST

Personality:

-bit of an introvert (agoraphobia is strong with me 😅)

-pretty happy most of the time!! I try to be as optimistic as I can be

-that being said of course sometimes I crash really hard and just need a few days to get myself back into that happy mindset

-people pleaser, but not in the sense that I have no boundaries. I just really enjoy seeing people happy with life and if I can help bring some of that happiness to them, I will!!

-actually extremely insecure which makes me recluse

-more of a couch potato, sure I like to be outside and stuff but I’m not much of a hiker. I’d rather lay on a blanket outside n watch the clouds or something

Likes/interests:

-pink. Anything stereotypical “girly girl” (I hate overly gendered stuff but it’s the best way to explain it. Glitter!!! Pink!! Butterflies!!! Flowers!!! All of that stuff

-this doesn’t usually reflect in my style though because I v much am a drabby tshirt and sweatpants person 😭

-that being said I also DO love dresses!! Like a lot, just not super short ones. I feel like I’m too exposed 😭

-I v much do art, I like to read but I’m not HUGE into it. Prefer to read manga over novels for sure

-unfortunately a weeb

-cats!!!

-my fav foods are queso, Alfredo, and any kind of soggy rice 😅

-I prefer psychological thriller kind of movies that make your head hurt!!!!

-dnd/Sanrio/care bears/ I FUCKING LOVE COWS

-I’m also just about in my late 20s but idk if that’s an interest at all? 😅

-and obviously video games, but stardew is actually the only ‘cozy/life simulator��� game I’ve ever played. More into Zelda and assassins creed :)

I think that’s it :) I’m bisexual so I will be happy with a Bachelor and bachelorette!!

Ily thank u for taking ur time to do this 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

Oooh my first one ! This one is a bit tricky as I can see multiple matches for different reasons 👀 I’ll go with my gut feeling:

-Shane:

- I’m torn on him because there is a possibility of you two not being good for each other as you share some traits, but it could also be a possibility for you two to come to terms with your struggles (like insecurities) and find an open ear in one another.

-You both are homebodies and like similar kinds of food :D I could see you both ordering takeout and watching some new thriller that just released.

-Your more happy-mindset would also be a nice contrast to his more pessimistic outlook on life, but your “off-days” would show him that it’s ok to not always be 100% positive.

-He thinks you look so cute when you doll up and get all euphoric at your new clothes. Your interest in Sanrio would also be a good base for you and Jas to get along, two women in his life that mean a lot to him.

-he would be SO DOWN to play Tears of the Kingdom with you. Of course it’s a single player game, but just sitting next to each other and helping one-another out doing the quests on their respective switch, or just watching the other play and laugh at whatever stupid shit they can come up with instead of playing the main story hehehe.

-he likes chickens, you like cows, you two share a fondness of a cute farm animal, and it helps a ton with building up that relationship as you two like talking to them, or about them with each other.

-Abigail:

-It’s pretty clear why I chose her. She is a gamer, she loves adventures, she’s an introvert.

-you’re more a homebody, she’s kind of something in-between. You both can spend lazy Sundays together playing video games or you can go outside and wander around in nature or do something fun (if your agoraphobia allows it of course)

-the girl eats rocks…it’s save to say she’s more than happy to eat anything with you, so if you wanna eat rice or pasta every day, so be it.

-she’s not a girly girl, but I think she’d love to dye your hair at least once! You like pink, so why not get some colour in there that matches some of the dresses you wish you wore more often?

-I’m not sure whether she’d be a weeb, but she’d never say no to watching a Shonen anime with you, or even read the manga 👀

-Sebastian:

-why? He’s a nerd, he likes to be inside and play video games and code as his job.

-He’s an introvert like you, so he’d understand when you want to log off and be alone for a bit.

-You could watch movies together ! I HC that he isn’t that much into movies, but once he gets into it, he is very invested, so it could still work out !

-if you draw (because you said you do art), he’d be more than happy if you made some character models for the game he’s working on, or for his discord server etc. he isn’t the artsy type, so he’s more than impressed you are able to cook something up that looks incredible !

-he wouldn’t want to hike with you lmfao 😭 but he’d want to ride on his motorcycle with you, if you want to. Some adventure, but not too much physical activity, yet a lot of fun.

-He’s a weeb, your honour, I feel it in my bones. Do I have to say more ?

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-all of them seem to be cat people (Shane might be a dog person, but for our sake I say he’s a chicken person and likes both cats and dogs alike, but chickens win) , so that’s also a plus for all :3

I hope you can sort of agree with my picks. Im sorry if I didn’t pick anyone you have hoped for, but I think these 3 are the best matches out of all the marriage candidates. I thought of maybe Leah, but your interest in art would be about one of the few things you’d have in common I fear. I think there are some others that COULD work, but when I read your summary, these came to my mind instantly lol.

Thanks for your submission !

[yueisyum]

Could’ve fooled me

Summery-

your best friend does a lot of things right. He studies hard, wakes up on time, never forgets your birthday, and likes all the same snacks as you. On the outside, everyone notices how sweet he is to you, always there when your in any trouble, always taking care of you. This year to celebrate your birthday, Jaemin’s mission is to get you to notice his efforts on making you his. It does not blow over too well…

Paring- Jaemin x reader

Warnings-

No gender mentioned in this part but afab• suggestive •college au• bestfriend jaemin• mentions of alcohol• consuming alcohol• angsty-ish?• Physical contact• you are both in college (medical school)

You are so lucky to have him, to have someone to talk to without the judging faces, or fear of being misunderstood. He always knew exactly what to say to make you feel better. You told him everything. He told you everything. You shared a sense of humour, taste in music, majors, and foods.

You can cry in front of him and he could cry in front if you. Ever since you two where kids. When you would have to stay over at his house when your moms condition got bad and dad was miles away for work- the point is- is that jaemin is like you guardian angel. You never had to deal with kids bothering you at school, he would always take care of it, he would help you study, and you would help him study (you helped him a lot more then he helped you) anyway-

People you would do anything for an amazing friend like that. Helps with medical assignments, cooking- if not for jaemin you would have starved to death. He takes care of you. You are so lucky, no one would want to lose someone like that….

So why are you currently hovering you thumb over the ‘block contact’ for his number?

|| na jaemAn-

Y/n pick up the phone, you are being ridiculous. It’s been 2 weeks! We have to talk eventually.

|| na jaemAn-

I have keys to your apartment… I don’t wanna push you but it seems like I don’t have a choice.

|| na jaemAn-

Ok ok I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for this to happen!

|| na jaemnAn-

Y/n please! Talk to me!!!

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Collage is fun- really it is, parties hang outs, movie nights, study nights, the list goes on. jaemin doesn’t drink though,he ever drinks.

however you did, always lightly, but never around him. You didn’t want to make him uncomfortable.

it was your birthday 2 weeks ago, and jaemin bought you soju and beer along with other very thoughtful gifts. Including a neckless, New blue tooth headphones and a bunch of gift cards. He knew you didn’t have any space in your wallet for more of them but he enjoyed seeing your face light up in excitement. He pushes the bottles of beer towards you to invite you to open one.

But You refused to drink explaining;

“I don’t want to make you uncomfortable, plus I don’t want to be drunk by myself-“ his brows furrowed together in confusion with a smile of his face. “there’s like 10 other people here” he responded in a ‘obviously’ kind of tone. “That’s basically the same thing.” They were your friends of course, but not like jaemin was. The dimly lit room and music with the others talking in the background; somehow made the environment so euphoric. And jaemin looked so dreamy- ABSOLUTELY NOT. Not already- the night just stared and you haven’t even drank anything. You mentally kick yourself. Jaemin stares at you. His face unreadable, as per usual.

Looking away you continue. “I’ll drink them another time when you’re not around” begining to push the pack of glass bottles away in the coffee table. dismissing the look he throws your way. trying to keep your cool. Absolutely refusing your feelings for him,

you’ve become quite a pro at it since middle school. Feelings coming and going throughout the years but this college version of your sweet old jaemin hit you like a meteor.

you can’t tell what he’s thinking now but you know his mind is up to no good. He looks so handsome, And even more mature then usual. “Why?” He finally responds a glint in his eyes. “Is there somthing that drunk you wants to tell me” He continues obviously teasingly.

You two were seated in the living room alone while your birthday ‘party’ continued in the other room without you. Both of you sat on the carpet floor, backs leaned against the sofa instead of sitting in it. Why? Don’t ask me this is your story not mine. You weirdo.

One of Jaemins arms placed on the couch behind your head and almost resting on your shoulders, relaxed comfortably, and other playing with the gift rap left on the table from when you excitedly ripped open his gifts to you. The veins in his arms on full display, taking a moment to realize how close you two where sitting. Which for you two should be perfectly normal. But it’s not, we’ll not to you at least. You do not trust yourself right now and your sober. Imagine taking even a sip of the alcohol. Relishing in the feeling of being this close to na Jaemin.

“Maybe a confession?” He presses, as if he’s seriously wondering. Grounding yourself, realizing your are indeed in a conversation with Him and should probably be present in it. you turn to see jaemin looking at you intently. It’s embarrassing how fast your checks flushed. And it did not go unnoticed on jaemins part.

“Sorry… what was the question?” You asked, lost in some sort of trance. His lidded eye following yours “If I drink tonight… will you?” he changed the subject. You didn’t catch it though, to busy trying to get the red in you face to retreat, just for one night. “No!“ you exclaimed. “Are you crazy, I’m not making you do something you don’t want to-“ you tried to scolding him but to no avail. He opened a beer and drank it. You blinked once!- You started at him in shock, disbelief, amusement?. “Jaemi-“ you start. Ready to scold him for being so reckless. You can see the look on his face when the drink burns down his throat. “-I drank, because I wanted to… I want you to enjoy your party, so.. now you have to” he said passing the can to you. He was obviously lying. He opened another one before taking a deep breath before drinking again. “This is considered per-pressuring”

You took the beer from his hands and sat there for a moment, jaemin watching closely. “You don’t need to watch me” you murmured looking away embarrassed again… again. Jaemin, amused, decided to tease further, I mean come on it’s his signature M.O. “am I making the birthday girl nervous, or maybe you’re scared I’m gonna find out your a light weight?” He needs you to have a good time, and you holding back just for his sake unsettles him.

Like I said jaemin always knows exactly what to say. His comment turning your conversation into a competition. A light weight!? You’ll show him a light weight.

Suddenly everyone was gathered in the living room, drinking and laughing and you were genuinely having a great time with all your friends. The clock is ticking and Ubers are being called. Drunk friends begging to spend the night, talking and slurring in their words. And you drunkenly agreeing until mr mature jaemin chimes in. Informing them that I’d be better for their head tomorrow if they wake up in the comfort of their home/room “Go lay down your legs are shaking.” He instructs, so he can make sure everyone gets to their rides safely. “Your looking at my legs?” You slurred curiously as jaemin watches the last guest get into their Uber that he called, (and paid for). Finally Turning to look at you with such gentle eyes. If they weren’t before your legs where definitely shaking now. He didn’t answer only smiling softly at your cuteness.

Your drunken confidence was so amusing to him. You are just so cute like this. But he needed you to relax. As much as he wants to hear all the other ridiculous thoughts rummaging through your head, You looked like you where about to fall over. Your thighs burn. And the top of your head seems so light. He guides you to your bed. One hand resting in your lower back leading you into your room. The other opening the door. He’s so sweet

“Jaemin… it’s really late, you need to get home before I mess up your sleep schedule” there you are, he thought. “Can’t leave you here like this” he explained. You turn to him with a glare on your face. A grin creeps in his face in amusement.

“I’m serious jae, and you can’t walk. you need to call an Uber because it’s supper cold AND it’s raini- oh my gosh it’s raining! On MY birthday!?!” you rambled on as he untied your hair. You continue Looking out the window in disappointment, distracted. “Aw y/n you care if I get wet? So sweet of you” he said in an unserious tone. He is just as out of it as you where, but you needed him right now. He wants you to know that he can take care you forever. Make sure you remember that he is perfect for you in the future. Your future.

“It’s not fair, your always taking care of me, I never get to take care of you” you whine. As if you where reading his mind. He sits you down. “That’s not true princess, you always take care of me” he reassures you. While squating down to take your socks of, holding your legs one at a time. His hands on you causing a tingle to go up your spine. And you feel something pooling between your legs.

he knows everything about you. He knows You don’t like sleeping with your socks on or hair up, or that calling you ‘princess’ would make you melt to his touch. You looked down at him in a trance. Watching him treat you like royalty.

“…You always help me clean around my dorm, Help me with school, shopping for my moms birthday, your so sweet to me y/n” he stresses the last part looking up at you. “It’s not the same” you replied following his eyes as he stands back up, Now looking down at you and your beautiful gaze on him, and him only, goosebumps cover his arms when your gaze shifts to his lips. You join him climbing to your feet. He holds your arms to help you gain balance “Wanna take care of you… like a good friend, wanna be sweet for you” you added. Looking up at him with so much adoration. “Yeah?”He said leaning in. Lost in lust, you close the gap between your lips. He begins Kissing back. His movements taking over. And you give in to him willingly. His hand travelling to your hips and one resting on your check, caressing your face. kissing you passionately. He holding you so gently. You fall limb against his chest deepening the kiss. Suddenly you move your hands to his chest pulling shirt towards you. You needed him to be closer to you, inside you. He was not complaining.

Sensing the change in mood. Both hands grip you hips pulling the firmly into his. God he wanted you under him, wearing nothing but the necklace he just bought you, wants to hear your pretty little voice moaning his name. Wants to hear you tell him how good his doing. God it’s driving him crazy!

His growing bulge rubbing against you. A knock at the front door knocked some sense into jaemin. You’re both drunk you fucking idiot. Was he taking advantage of you??

He lightly pushes you away and makes his way to your door. Not missing the hurt confused look on your face when he slips away from you, he leaves you standing in your bedroom. He closed the door behind him. Wanting you to (hopefully) lay down.

He opens your front door to your roommate sihyun. “I dropped Soomin off but I left my keys here” she laughs embarrassingly. “Is y/n ok?” She asks catching him off guard. “Oh uh- y-yeah she’s fine-asleep actually- I was just heading out.” “Oh ok, well I’m sure she’s glad you came every if she too drunk to show it” she jokes. Oh you have no idea. He joins her laughter. But his smile doesn’t reach his eyes and he bids her goodnight to your roommate. Grabbing his stuff and heading out the door. You’ll forget about the kiss in the morning anyway right?

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Not exactly. You woke up slowly due to the sun in your face but you jumped up remembering your lips on Jaemin’s. All you really could remember was that YOU kissed HIM and him pushing him way. You weren’t even THAT drunk… why cant you remember anything!?? maybe it was trauma responds to the guy you’ve liked since middle school rejecting your advances.

I’m such an idiot

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|| na jaemAn

Y/n please! Talk to me!!!

|| na jaemAn

I’m coming over…

College really is fun….

[haunted-linguini]

Hey, I saw some of your matchups and was wondering if you could do one for me? I’ve never done one of these so forgive me haha.

I am a 5’3 girl, though I tell people I’m 5’4. I’ve always been considered ‘the weird kid’ but as I grew up people started to use it lovingly. Because I don’t let people get me down. I was a dinosaur kid, and I am currently a Theatre Kid. The feeling of being on stage invigorates me, and being able to be someone else feels euphoric. I love movies, especially Quentin Tarantino movies. My favourite movie is Alien, because I’ve always wanted to be like Ellen Ripley. I also love video games. I have long, shiny black hair. Straight and hard to curl and I love when my friends braid it. I’m of Native American decent. I’m pretty strong, and usually get into play fights with my friends. A teacher has told me I look like I’d be ‘a good wrestler’. I’m usually wearing something comfortable. I’m good at many forms of art, painting, drawing, sculpting, crafting. I especially like drawing monsters, creatures with sharp teeth. Usually because I need monsters for DND. Also because I like horror movies. Corey scenes are my favourite, because I love the acting and special effects. I may go “gross” but I will have to keep watching.

I don’t get in trouble much, even when I should. Because I’m one of those teens who teachers like too much to be mad. I have a potty mouth, and my friends usually can’t control what comes out of my mouth. So I say things I shouldn’t, but I also say things people need to hear. I know how to help people because I know how it feels when you need it. Im very good at insults, because my insults are true. But I’d only insult my best friends. And I only insult them on things I know they won’t be mad at or feel bad about. And they insult me back in a heartbeat. It’s a sort of loving thing. My friends either describe me as “sparkly and happy” or “gonna take over the world, but not know what country you’re taking over” because I may be smart but when I get going I lack common sense. My philosophy teacher may or may not think I’m evil, but that’s ok. I have a good grade in that class. Travelling with friends, they always insist on getting me one of those book bags with leashes on them because I wander a lot. I can’t help but get distracted by following a leaf I saw in the wind or a bird that just seems to want me to follow it. On hikes I go off trail because I can’t help but think I know better. My favourite song is Love Story by Taylor Swift, and I’m sorry but I scream the lyrics with my friends. In the front seat of the car, child lock on, making the boys in the back sing along. Nothing more fun. I’m very accepting of anyone and everything, and understand why people do bad things. I was raised in a not so nice area, so I saw things happen to people and saw what become of them. So I try to look for good in anyone, and I’m good to people who hurt me. Because you never know what hurt them. It’s why I make friends so quick.

Also, Starbucks coffee gets me wired. Very hyper after any Venti iced coffee. Get me Starbucks and say “hello gorgeous” and I will love you forever.

you fr sound like an anime protag and i want to be your friend :,)

(also sorry for the delayed response i'm working like 2.5 jobs rn ;-;)

i match you with: Jeff the Killer!

Jeff is the type of guy to see someone throwing insults and his interest is immediately piqued

will casually offer up bait to get a snarky response out of you

it's his way of flirting

despite what ANYONE thinks, jeff is a theatre kid at heart

the flamboyance, pretending to be someone you're not - it all gets him

jeff also gives very much 'kid on a leash at disneyworld' energy - and he LIKES that someone else will indulge him in his chaoticness

ADORES the bluntness: because that's how he is and would prefer someone to cut to the chase instead of beating around the bush

would be the type to casually ask you out during a hang out sesh eight times

"i adore you"

"what?"

"I SAID I NEED TO GET NEW SHOES"

eventually he makes it obvious through some gesture like getting you a coffee and writing a note to you

but if you ever speak of it to ANYONE, he will deny deny deny

until it becomes impossible to do so

"dude why are you blushing at their text...?"

"STOP LOOKING AT MY PHONE WHAT THE FUCK"

def a softie at heart and will give all the smooches and lovins

just make sure it stays between you two

will still hold your hand in public

for your his sake

i hope you enjoyed!! :)

plan on getting to all the reqs in my inbox tonight!!

[talia-rumlow]

My Saviour (Rumlow X Reader) Chapter Fiftythree - Where Are Your Parents?

Rumlow removes a couple of hairs away from your face. You open your eyes, and he gives you a smile.

- Welcome back..

You look around. You're lying in the bed, a blanket over you.

- Back?

He kisses you.

- You fainted on me..

What? You fainted? Is that even possible?

- How... How long was I out?

Another kiss, another smile.

- A couple of minutes. Everything OK?

- Err.. Sure.. I.. I fainted?

He laughs a bit.

- Yes. That was something new.

- I fainted?

You mutter to yourself, as you roll over on your back. So that's what you felt, when that euphoric feeling came over you. That was definitely something new.

Rumlow gets the blanket over himself as well, puts an arm around you.

- You know I love you, right?

You turn your head to look at him.

- Yes! And I love you too. Why do you ask?

He's nervous. You can see it in his eyes.

- I'm sorry that I fainted. I didn't mean to scare you.

Yet another kiss.

- That was fucking amazing, YN! You didn't scare me. I got to take care of you. Like I want to do. Always.

- Then what is it?

He cleares his throat.

- Where are your parents?

You stare up at the ceiling again.

- Oh that... I should have known that this would come up at some point..

His arm holds you a bit tighter.

- You don't have to tell me, YN. If it's too hard.

- It's not hard. Not like your story anyway. It's actually kinda stupid.

- Do you want to talk about it?

You sit up. He sits up as well. Puts a hand on your back. You send him a little smile, before you get up from the bed, put some clothes on.

- I'll tell you, Brock. But I really need food.

He gets up as well. Puts his sweatpants back on, before coming over to you, and wrapping you in a hug.

- I'll order some food. Make yourself comfortable on the couch. Wine?

You look up at him, kiss him again.

- Wine sounds nice. And maybe some more of that Italian food.

- Italian food is it. Now go sit down.

About 30 minutes later, the food arrives. Rumlow sits down next to you, and puts some of the food on your plate. Hands you a glass of wine.

- So..

- Yeah.. My parents..

- Will I ever get to meet them?

You take a sip of your wine.

- I highly doubt it. Sorry.

- They're still alive..... Right?

He sounds almost scared.

- Yes. They're still alive...

You answer fast. Without thinking.

- If you can call it that...

You add..

- Bad people?

You take a breath.

- Err.. Not bad maybe. They're overly religious. Like in a way I can't even describe. I grew up with tons of rules and regulations. I felt smothered. So when I became a teenager...

You look at him. He takes your hand.

- I acted out. Went to parties, joyrides, blew up mailboxes... Stuff like that. And when I got my first boyfriend.. I ran away from home, with him. They found out of course. When you're 16 years old, you're not that good at hiding. Needless to say that relationship went to hell.

You take another sip of your wine. Rumlow isn't saying anything. He's just waiting for you to continue.

- Of course that didn't help my rebellious faze. I got a new boyfriend. And... well.. Then our Minister found out that I lost my virginity. Don't ask me how he found out. And well.. You're supposed to wait with that until marriage. So I was thrown out of our congregation. And then...

You look at him again. How are you going to explaine this next part to him. You've always felt that everything that happened after that was your fault. That's probably why you never asked for help. You just kept quiet, for years. What if he thinks so too.

- Yes?

He asks, while putting his arm around you.

- They gave me to David. He was a family friend. And.. Well they ment that he could take care of me. That he would eventually marry me, and make an honorable woman out of me. We all know how that went..

He pulls you into him. And you start to cry.

- I always thought everything was my fault. So I never asked for help. I told my parents the first time he assaulted me. They didn't care. Said it was my punishment for turning my back to God.

He's not saying anything. He just holds you. Protecting you. Like he always does. And he lets you cry out.

- So...

He cleares his throat.

- You haven't been talking to them for..??

You look up at him. Dry your tears, and take another sip of the wine.

- Going on 10 years now. I was 19, when they handed me over to David. Not counting that phone call I made. I'm all alone, Brock.

Again he kisses you. A long kiss. Like he never wants to let you go.

- You're not alone, YN! I'm here. I'll always be here. With you. Always. Remember that!

You don't know what to say. You know that he's telling the truth. But the fear of being abandoned is stronger.

- And...

He continues. Contemplating is he should tell you this.

- Well. I'm Catholic. And I can tell you one thing for sure. What you went through with.... him..... That wasn't a punishment from God. God doesn't punish people.

You take another sip of your wine, Rumlow refills your glass.

- How do you know that? How can anyone know that? What if I'm just a bad person?

- You're not a bad person, YN! And as to how I know that God doesn't punish people. What could 8 year old me possibly have done to deserve that kind of punishment? God isn't responsible for the bad things in the world. Sometimes bad shit just happens. It has absolutely nothing to do with the man upstairs.

You look at him again. He always manages to say all the right things at all the right times. How do you respond to this?

- Thanks for the wine..

He smiles.

- You're welcome. But maybe we should eat a bit too.

- Yeah...

You say with a little laugh..

- Thanks for the food too.

You take a bite. It is if possible even better than last time. And it compliments the wine.

- Good?

- Perfect, Brock! Perfect.

He lets his hand rest on your thigh for a while, before you both go back to enjoying your food.

You're happy that you told him. It's been eating at you for some time now. The reason you left him that day in the apartment, and that night at the hotel. You were scared that he'd leave you. Just like everyone else in your life had done. But he's still here. Even though he knows everything. He's still here. Taking care of you, comforting you, protecting you. Maybe it's time you start to believe that...

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[flowers-n-flight-risks]

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

im not great with specific lables, i usually just call myself nonhuman. i do consider myself fictionkin, but since this is specifically alterhuman (which im 90% sure is mostly nonhuman stuff) ill not discuss those ‘types here

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

im an angel, a ghost, and a werewolf!

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

well idk what a cameo shift is but i do experince shifts in a sense. i consider a shift to be whenever im feeling my nonhumanity more strongly, though i always feel it to an extent. right now my most common shifts are werewolf and angel, as in those are what i consider myself most of the time when i think abt it, and those are the things that make me happy when i see stuff related to them

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

i suppose the way i would experience any other facet of my identity. its who i am, but not really something i tell other people, tho i feel like they can tell im not exactly human (even if they dont put it in those words lol). it affects how i want to look, what i make/buy/have around me, how i interact with other people/creatures/etc, that sort of thing. its really important to me but its also just my life, yknow? i dont think abt it much more than i do something like my sexuality

5/ What do you think of the community?

i think it is interesting!! i am bad at involving myself in it!! but i would like to know more ppl in the community!! im bad at online communities in general tbh, but whenever i meet someone irl who is also nonhuman (this has happened only once but it was really cool) i feel so connected and understood, so i think thats how it would be if i were more in the community probably

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

being compared to any of my ‘types, gear even tho i only have wings and a pair of ears/a tail that look nothing like mine lol, existing around others like me (so dogs or being alone), referring to humans as something other or otherwise verbally separating myself from humanity, just thinking abt it on my own and letting myself enjoy it like i am rn by making this post!

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

yeah all the time kinda. i miss my wings or my tail or my muzzle or my ability to aimlessly float (swimming is nice but not as good!!!!) or all at once. i like how i look in this human body but i wish i could customize it further to look more like me. those animal hrt comics that have gotten popular lately are my dream tbh. but i hold out hope that someday ill be able to look more like myself (or just get better gear) (or make friends who’ll refer to me as myself and understand the nonhumanity)

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

uhhhhh dont overthink it, dont worry abt what everyone else is doing or what bullies have to say abt whats right and wrong or good and bad. just focus on urself and how u feel and what makes u the most comfortable, cause nonhumanity can be pretty freaking uncomfortable sometimes so u gotta look out for urself. also its ok to be wrong and to change and whatever else. and the angels love you (platonically)

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

ye i currently have 2 pairs of wings (one white one black), 1 tail (black and red so not my colors but still cool), a halo headband (very fake looking but still nice), a pair of ears that were supposed to be cat ears but look like wolf ears too (they’re handmade). i wanna get real ears and a tail in my color someday, and a cool dog collar cause even tho im a werewolf im more of a wolfdog (black wolves are inherently part dog fun biology fact) so i can have that dog swag. i also kinda wanna make some sort of mask/paws/furry leggings(???) to do like a partial fursuit type look cause thats how i wish i could look as a werewolf and i wanna wear it to the library and freak people out lol

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

hmmmmmmmmm its tricky cause my fictionkintypes are all past lives but my nonhuman identities arent like, something i was in a past life, they’re things i am currently now still. like i lived a life as an angel, and now i am in a human body but i am still an angel. i am still in some ways a ghost living in a human body. i am a werewolf that cannot physically transform but im still a werewolf right now. yknow? so im not really concerned with the cause of my existence. if i were to randomly make up a hypothesis on the spot ill say maybe this: i was an angel put into this body, i combined with the spirit of whoever would’ve inhabited the body if i wasnt put here and thats the ghost part, and i just acquired budget lycanthropy sometime in my past (maybe cause i was born on a full moon). thats just a guess not something i completely believe btw

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈

hmmmmmmmmm anyone who follows me ig! the only ppl i can think of to tag are fictionkin not necessarily nonhuman lol. so if u see this post and u wanna answer go at it have fun

If you are a alterhuman, reblog and answer these questions!

(don't be afraid to write a lot, do what you want ¯⁠\⁠_⁠(⁠ツ⁠)⁠_⁠/⁠¯)

1/ Which category of alterhumanity do you belong to?

2/ What/who is/are your type(s)? (if you have any)

3/ Do you experience shifts? If so, can you tell us your most common shifts and your strangest cameo shift (if you've ever had a cameo shift)?

4/ How do you experience your alterhumanity in everyday life?

5/ What do you think of the community?

6/ What are the things that make you most comfortable and euphoric in your alterhumanity?

7/ Are you experiencing species dysphoria?

8/ What advice would you like to say to a young alterhuman who has just awakened?

9/ Do you have/want to have gears?

10/ Do you know/have any theories about the origin of your alterhumanity? If so, tell us! (all beliefs are legitimate)

11/ Tag someone/a creature to answer these questions!ㅤᵕ̈

[jshookthighs]

More Corey Cunningham HC’s

These are both sfw and nsfw🔞 but there’s a barrier between them, so if you don’t wanna read spicy stuff, you don’t have to see it

Note: Also please request stuff!! I love hearing ideas cause my mind goes blank and idk what to write half the time // Also please be over 18, I unfortunately had to block a few people 

SFW:

*Mostly pre-Michael cause that’s when he’s so baby boy but I’ll say if it’s post-Michael 

He has the cutest date ideas - I’m talking fairs, museums, picnic dates, and even taking ya’ll to those paint pottery places. He wants to treat you right and take you to all your favorite spots. He lives for the moment you light up when he tells you that you’re going out. He may not have tons of money, but he’s prepared to spend every cent on making you happy. 

Speaking of dates, if you tell him that ya’ll are going out, he will be flustered. You want to take him out for a night on the town? He’s kicking his feet and blushing - treat him with nice things, please 

Keeps notes of all your favorite things - food, drinks, movies, flowers, color, etc just in case he sees it when he’s out; he’ll pick it up because he thinks that it’ll make you smile --> honestly one of his love languages is gift giving

After a long day, Corey just wants to take a shower with you - not for sexy time but he just likes the warmth from you and the stream of water. He feels like he can finally unwind and just relax with you

Will melt if you wash his hair. Feeling your fingers glide through his hair and feeling you scrape his scalp gently is gonna having him basically purring into your palm

I wanna squish his cheek, they look so soft - just wanna cup that face in my hands and hold him forever <3 sorry just had to say that

Notorious hair tucker - loves to push  your hair out of your face and will do so at random times (It’s just a reason for him to touch you)

Listens so intently when you talk about something you’re passionate about, just hanging on to every little word you have to say like it’s the most important thing in the world. It is to him

(post-M) Will suggest only watching horror movies on date night because he wants you to hold on to him when you get scared. He wants to prove that he’ll always protect you and wants to feel your chest press into his arm

Will let you win on any game ya’ll play - board games, video games, bets, everything cause he’s a simp 

Cheesy ass motherfucker --> “Aren’t the stars beautiful tonight, Corey?” “Yeah, they’re gorgeous...” Meanwhile, he’s staring at you like you hung the moon AHHHHHHHHHHH

Sharing an umbrella in the rain but it’s mostly just him trying to keep it over your head so you don’t get wet so his shoulder is just soaked 

Favorite sleeping/cuddling positions are: spooning (I swear to god if you don’t let this man be the little spoon sometimes I-) , the tangle, facing each other, and laying his head on your chest

Slow dancing in the kitchen, just holding you close while swaying back and forth 

Likes to trace your face with his finger when you’re both lying in bed and he’s sure you’re asleep. Wants to memorize every lovely curve and mark 

Sighs when ya’ll kiss like it’s this euphoric moment that he gets to kiss your perfect lips and he’s so grateful for everything you do

His heart swells with pride when you wear his clothes because you’re just so beautiful and you want to wear his clothes, no one else’s, you truly do belong to him  

Will ALWAYS kiss you first thing in the morning and the last thing at night - doesn’t even matter if ya’ll are fighting or what, he refuses to not show you he loves you

***NSFW below!!!!***

NSFW:

Ok let’s get this out of the way - he’s 6 inches hard, thicker at the bottom, and has a small curve upward. Not very veiny but the tip is the prettiest shade of dark blush

Cum is thick but there’s not a crazy amount of it - a pretty basic amount

Loves the way you smell, you are so intoxicating - When he goes down, he’ll just press his face deep into your thigh and just sit there and smell you (Gross? Maybe. But I just get that vibe from him)

Bondage is very iffy for him, he really loves touching you so that’s literally his nightmare of being forced to not feel how soft and warm you are. But, if you really wanna get him worked up and needy, would definitely tie his wrists to the bed frame - only for a little while though because he will break down and full-on sob Do I have a dacryphilia kink???

Always on the fence if he wants to keep you all to himself or make everyone in town hear him scream his name and how good he makes you feel

(Post-M) Feral boy - if you leave any clothes in his house, the second you leave he’s stripping down, jumping in bed, suffocating himself by shoving the fabric over his nose and wrapping his hand around his dick and pumping one out. Bonus points if it’s your underwear - he’s licking that little wet spot you left on it and sucking it dry till the taste is gone. Well, now he’s sad :(  Don’t worry he will wash everything before returning it to you, he’s not a complete creep

Overstimulation but on himself. Sometimes you just feel so good and you look so good underneath him that he cums a little too fast. He doesn’t want to stop feeling good so he’ll keep thrusting even though he’s shaking and whining because by god he’s gonna make you finish too or die trying

Has a sensitive back, grazing your fingers down his spine, kiss a line down it, is dig your nails in and he is at full mast in a heartbeat 

(Post-M) Probably won’t act on it but has thought about bending you over his motorbike and fucking you or maybe he will who knows 

(Post-M) Predator/Prey play - will chase you around the house or play a game of hide and seek

Sit. On. His. Face. Do it, you won’t hurt him darlin’ he’s tough he can take it. That’s it put your full weight down  <3

Half the fun to him is just undressing you - if he has the time or patience  he’s stripping you one item at a time until you’re the one squirming and begging him to just get on with it

Favorite sex positions are: Cowgirl/cowboy, missionary, the butterfly, spooning, the lotus, and sometimes doggy - honestly this man just needs to hold you in some way and see your face when you fall apart 

While a switch leaning on sub half the time, if you tease him, or deny him release too many times a flip is switched and he is flipping you over, throwing your legs over his shoulders a thrusting so hard that his hips make an indent into yours and your thigh are bruised tomorrow from how hard he’s squeezing - aftercare after that is gonna be 10x more soft than normal. He’s gonna run you a bath and make you a snack and fetch you a drink and massage your thighs and - 

When he’s close, bite his neck and he will cum in an instant, he adores the way our teeth feel on the soft spot on his throat. Go ahead and throw in some neck kisses too just to be sure 

This man makes me a whore and I don’t care I love him

[mindofharry]

In which you’re way too good at riding harry.

request imagine riding harry so good he needs his inhaler. i need holy water.

smut!!! this request has been keeping me up at night. i’m so fucking in love with it. my first time writing sub!harry !!! feedback is welcome as always!! <3

“I’m gonna ride you when we get home” You said placing a hand on Harry, your husbands, thigh. He had been such a good boy during dinner, telling stories to your friends, saying please and thank you to the waiters and eating all his food. You were guessing he wanted something in return for being so good, and you were really weren’t opposed to the idea.

Harry grinned and nodded “Ok, whatever you want princess” He said, trying to keep in how excited he was but harry was practically shaking. You smiled right back, squeezing his thigh before putting it back on the wheel.

Harry is usually always a good boy, he doesn’t like to disappoint you. But sometimes he does love a good spank, the same as you. But today, today he just needed you without any punishments or teasing. It had been a long week at the studio and full of stupid dinners with possible collaborators, and harrys cock was really missing out. He was way too busy this week, and couldn’t play with you and you couldn’t play with him.

But tonight, tonight was just going to be you giving harry everything he wanted and more. Starting off with riding him. Harry absolutely loves when you ride him, he loves how your breasts move and your thighs burn, he loves how your hand move your hair and the way your bite your lip.

He most importantly loves you jumping on his cock.

You married quite young, you were 22 and harry was 23. Harry was doing his solo work and you just wanted to explore the world with harry. So you did just that, you married and went on tour with harry. The sex was fucking incredible, you both did your exploring with sex and are both quite skilled in the exercise. Harry wanted to try some new things out, and you were more than happy to help. You’ve always wanted to be a dominant, just never found the right partner to pursue that dream with.

It started out with small little things, like spankings. And then you both branched out into other things, like pegging and butt plugs. After that, harry decided that he liked it. He liked being bossed around and babied a little. So after a year of marriage, you became harry styles’ dominant and he became your sub.

“Nearly home, baby” You said stopping at a red light. “You excited?” You asked and harry nodded quickly, not able to contain himself any longer. He was itching to take his pants off, they felt too tight. It almost felt a little claustrophobic.

“So hard for you. Can’t wait for you to take my pants off” Harry said and you bit your lip, find it hard to contain yourself too. You could cum at the sight of harry. He was sweaty, his curls clinging to his forehead. His top unbuttoned at the top, his hands resting on his cock. He was a sight for sore eyes.

“I know, just two more minutes” You reassured him, pulling into the neighbourhood. It was a nice house you and harry had committed to. You had a flat in london too, that you had bought during college. You wanted to keep it for obvious reasons, harry could stay there during his visits and it’s nice to just have a place to go to when america gets too much. But this home you and harry had bought, is beautiful. It’s in LA, near jeff and glenne. It’s honestly the perfect family home.

You pull into the driveway, a little faster than usual and immediately unbuckle yourself moving over to peck harrys lips three times. He moaned at the contact, his hand coming to your cheek. He flushed as you pulled back biting his lip.

“Come on, baby boy” You whispered opening up the car door open and walking up to the house.

Harry let out a breathe and grinned as he saw you opening up the front door, he quickly opened the car door closing it and running up after you. Before you fulling opened the door you placed a hand on your very excited husbands chest.

“Now tell me the rules”

The three rules are really important to you. You make sure he knows them each time you guys do this. If he doesn’t remember them, you take him through it step by step. You want him to feel safe and comfortable. And most importantly have fun.

“Say my safe word, red, if i need to stop or feel uncomfortable. We can stop at anytime. And if i’m unhappy to tell you” He listed and you nodded pecking his lips.

“Go on, upstairs. Be naked and laying flat on the bed” You said and harry nodded quickly almost tripping over himself as he rushed up the stairs. You giggled and decided a glass of wine is needed right now.

You open up the fridge and take out the white wine, then turn around opening up the cupboard to take out a wine glass. You were just teasing yourself now, but you knew harry needed a few moments to himself. To decompress for a bit.

There would be no teasing tonight. You’ll ride him until you can’t anymore.

You down the glass of wine and place the glass in the sink. After a couple of seconds you decide you’ll put both of you out of your misery and go upstairs. You can hear harry talking to himself when you reach the top of the stairs. These the moments you absolutely adore about this relationship. The sweet little moments most people wouldn’t pick up on. Harry talking to himself, his little pout, his curls.

You just love harry a lot.

You open the bedroom door, to see harry naked and laying flat on the bed like you told him to. You can see that he’s struggling to keep his hands to himself. His eyes lit up when he sees you. You take him all in. His red cock, leaking with pre cum all ready and the sweat forming on his bare chest.

Harry styles is beautiful.

“You ready? Comfy?” you asked putting your phone and keys on the dresser. Harry nodded, moving his legs up the bed a bit.

“Words, please”

“Yes. comfy, baby” He said quickly and you nodded with a smile. “Good” you replied and unbuttoned your shirt. Harry watched you intensely, his dick twitching as he saw your breasts. No bra? Brave.

“You were such a good boy today” You said and began to pull down your skirt, leaving you just in lace panties. Harry nodded quickly. “You deserve a reward, you were polite, engaged” you said walking over to the side of the bed, placing a hand on harrys, red cock. He whimpered at your touch.

“I think you deserve my pussy”

Harrys eyes widened and he nodded quickly, bucking his hips up. You giggled and leaned to kiss the top of his cock, harry moaned and pushed his hips up more.

You shook your head, pulling away and taking off the last piece of clothing off. You were both naked and ready for each other. Harry looked you up and down biting his lip.

“What did i say? Words”

“Fuck. You’re so wet and beautiful” Harry said holding onto your hips as you began to get comfortable, both of your legs on either side of him. Harry placed his hands on your breasts as you got situated.

“Wet just for you” You said smirking at the way he reacted. More like his cock.

“Want you to be so loud for me, ok?” you asked placing your hands on his chest, kissing his neck. Harry nodded, breathing heavily as you kissed up and down his neck. You nipped at his collarbone leaving marks everywhere.

Your pussy was soaking wet, brushing up against harry’s cock. He was whimpering as you teased him. “Please, baby” harry moaned as you placed your hands on his stomach. You smirked, continuing to edge him.

“Please what, baby boy?”

“Please fuck me”

And you listened, placing his cock in your dripping pussy. Harry moaned loudly, listening to your command. Your hands moved up to his chest, as you began to move your hips. Harrys hands moved to your hips, as his own buck up making you whimper.

“Feel so good, baby. So good” Harry cried out, you moaned as his huge dick spread you out. you began to bounce down, faster and harder. Harry felt euphoric as he watched you move faster your hands coming up your hair, he felt his heart speed up and he began to lose his breath. He almost felt claustrophobic.

Harry is deep, deep inside of you and he just hit that place where you both feel incredibly good. You could feel him all the way up in your stomach he was that deep.

“You’re being so good for me” You said and harry nodded, his mouth forming an O shape. “Fuck” Harry said with furrowed brows, his cheeks red and forehead full of sweat. His curls stuck to his forehead, making him incredibly sexy.

“I’m gonna cum” He said and he started to feel that feeling his chest again.

Harry cleared his throat, and started to cough as he began to cum. You stopped moving placing a hand on his cheek, feeling how hot he was. Harry started to heave and pointed to the dresser.

“Fuck. Inhaler” You murmured, getting off of harry, probably making a mess while doing so. You opened up the top drawer and found the red inhaler pretty quickly, putting it to harry’s lip helping his sit up.

After he calmed down a little you giggled and shook your head.

“Didn’t know i was that good” You teased and harry closed his eyes leaning back into your hold. You knew he was tired and needed you right now. You let him lay down and rest.

While he was doing that you put your shirt and panties back on, and made your way to the bathroom. You grabbed a cloth and wet it a little.

Now this was a story you’d never let him forget. You walked over to the bed and cleaned harry up, then you quickly got him a drink of water.

“Can cuddle now?” He asked after he took a big gulp of water. You nodded a pressed a kiss to his forehead.

“Can cuddle now”

[cartoonsinthemorning]

OOOHHHHH OHOHOHO YES YES YES This is such a fun and clever expansion, I LOVE IT!! Let's play ball. My turn again. 1) Fem!Stan finding her true calling and being frighteningly good at it is so intoxicating. I'm inhaling her underdog-"stupid,useless"-girl to devilish MLM business woman pipeline like ko kainnn. I DON'T CARE her business practices are sometimes a widdol bit illegal- in fact, that makes her cooler. She's smart, she can read people, she knows what they want, HELL she know what they don't want, but she can sell it anyway. That's so hot of her. 2) I take, from the way you formulated things, that Ford isn't aware of the scummy part of the business- and that another big, messy break up between him and Stan is gonna happen (a Canon Event lmao) BUT- I think this is the first time I come across an AU where Ford and Stan's talents intertwine, and holy shit if they aren't a powerhouse??? because they basically elevate each other and compensate what the other is lacking? Like- Ford is a genius that can come up with serums, formulas- but he would be blind to their marketability, and absolutely uncapable at selling them to people, anyway. While Constance failed her most basic chemistry/science classes, but she guesses how to turn every formula into a desirable product. She'd also be able to keep Ford productive and motivated, by fawning over him and his creations (that's fundamental, imo- he'd just end up losing interest, without that ego-boosting component). In a universe where Ford is well-aware of Stan's illegal practices, but decides to embrace them too- they just become an evil power couple and make millions. You know what man, I don't mind that. 3) Ok like. There's a scene I can't stop playing in my head.

And for context, this is after years and years of Stan being talked down to, for being a girl, always got told to stop messing things up for men smarter than her, with her clumsiness- right? Set in a moment in time where Ford just began creating these formulas, after his sister's suggestions. And when he presents the compounds, explaining the effects, he's so skeptical about them- he says out loud- sure they work, but who would need a product that does X and Y and Z..? Meanwhile, Stan is bouncing off the walls, because she can come up with 4567890 uses for X,Y,and Z people would pay LOADS of money to get! She KNOWS they hit the jackpot! So, as she realizes Ford is still going, babbling he thinks he just wasted time on these, etc- Stan just euphorically GRABS his face and SMOOCHES HIM (forehead or lips, depending on what point of their relationship you'd prefer they'd be at), and tells him "You don't worry that pretty genius head of yours with those issues, 'aight, Sixer? I'll be taking care of that part for you, from now on". And she grabs the vials and RUNS. And poor Ford is still spinning in his chair- and he should be annoyed about his baby sister talking to him so condescendingly- and I mean he IS- but also. He's also so fucking turned on AHAHAHH

Please, I have so much love for your fem!stan, please tell me your thoughts about fem!mulletstan, or fem!drifterstan. I once read a fanfic where Filbrick kicking out Stan was just a scare tactic, I imagine he’d have the same sentiment for a female Stan as well, but he’s too prideful to go get his little girl after it backfires and she doesn’t come back home.

Meanwhile, Stan’s determined to prove she’s just as capable as any boy after years of being undermined for being born a girl! Even so, she’s not above using her feminine wiles to sling her FDA acknowledged merchandise, after all sex sells. Eventually she soon realizes that sex does indeed sell.

OOOHH Anon, tesoro, SAPESSI! You have no idea how happy your messages makes me, because you’re enabling me to YAP about my favorite topic, that I’ve been thinking about A LOT. Thank you so much! WARNING: Stancest is ALWAYS implied/established in my musings. The following lucubrations are no exception. In general, I think fem!Stan would get punished way less harshly than his canon male counterpart. Not that she’s coddled or untouchable- Constance would get hit occasionally, if she acts way out of the line, by both parents. But, I personally don’t think kicking her out would ever be a thing- not even as a threat: Given the time period/culture, the (horrible) assumption that throwing a teen boy out would not only be a punishment, but also a formative experience of sort- to make him self-sufficient- would NEVER be expected to apply to a girl. On the contrary: Constance would be perceived as someone that could NEVER be self-sufficient. Not only because she’s the “gentle sex”, but also because she’s a weird, off-putting dunce of a girl, unlikely to get picked by a wealthy enough- or even honest man that would take care and provide for her. If we were talking about a version of this universe where the machine accident happens like in canon, Constance would receive a slap across the face, as a punishment for what she did, and a particularly heated, demeaning tirade from Filbrick, imo. Now, that said--- I have two main favorite divergences, I’ve toyed with, for fem!Stan's future:

1) A version where Constance did destroy Ford’s machine, on purpose, in a fit of anger, because she’s subconsciously trying to get kicked out: rationally, she is aware how hard and scary it would be to run away from home, and that her family would look for her. But, if they HATED her, not only they wouldn’t feel bad, they’d also take the very hard decision for her, of cutting her out. But, what happens is that- they DO act like they despise her- but still, they won’t kick her out! It’s an outcome so painful and so humiliating, it’s the final straw that makes Constance snap and run away- to basically become drifter!Stan. And, Ford’s resentment and hatred, in this version, not only comes from Stan taking away his chance to go to his ideal College, but also because she abandoned him! Off to live her indecent, dangerous life with some biker- probably- when if, had she been patient for a few years- had she truly loved him as she said- Ford would had been the one to provide for her- spoil her rotten, even. Like, this is a universe where Ford was THE only eldest son, with an implicit duty to be his sister’s protector, and if you add in he’s been in love with her, too… In the 10-years-later reunion, Ford would have this incel-like feeling of pain and humiliation- because his baby sister at his door is wearing a miniskirt, and her hair is cut so short, and it’s evident she’s not that innocent anymore. But still, as tired and battered by life as she is, Constance would still NOT be begging Ford to be her savior and mer-- and let him take care of her! [Complicated incestuous tension ensues].

Version number 2) Constance accidentally destroyed Ford’s machine, just like in canon- but doesn’t get kicked out and- since she’s a girl and Ford is more protective and softer, after some silent treatment, he forgives her. And actually, he uses what happened to his advantage, to coax Constance into following him to Backupsmore: "it’s gonna take him so much more time to become successful, now that he’s relegated to that college, meaning he and Stan would end up separated so much longer! She’d have to remain at Glass Shard Beach all alone, for ages! But.. if she followed him, she could get a job, a room apartment of her own, and… nobody would know them, over there. They could even date in secret." And, Constance would hesitate, because she dreads an unfulfilling future as her brother’s accessory, but also, she is in love with him, and she inevitably internalized part of the sexism she’s been subjected to for most of her life, so… she accepts. Even pumps herself up, gaslights herself into thinking it’s gonna be a fresh, exciting new start, away from her shitty small town. And indeed… Even if the twins enjoy the relative freedom of their romance, far from home, inevitably Constance feels unsatisfied, like she just switched the background, but she’s still working as a waitress, doing nothing she truly loves, or feels good at. That’s when I like to imagine she ends up messing it up big time, by joining an MLM or something, in attempt to find her own success lmao. AND, it’s complicated, because she does find out she is actually GOOD at selling shit to people. This is her true calling! But, the business was scummy as fuck- to an illegal degree- and she ends up arrested for the first time. And, escapes from prison for the first time. Stan is a chaotic disaster, impossible to contain, in every universe. To make it short, once again the story goes back to its tracks, and Ford and Stan separate dramatically. Now, this version actually had a VERY angsty ship-focused sub-divergent version with Fiddleford involved, and a very jealous Ford. But I don’t even know if you’d be interested in that, so I’ll stop here. ++++ I do love that part of your ask, about Stan realizing she can use her sex-appeal to her advantage... To imagine her seducing people into helping her/condoning her schemes is so fucking sexy~ I will think of a specific scenario, because damn.

[oblxvion]

euphoric | eren jaeger (1)

-> pairing: eren jaeger x f!reader

-> wc: 5.4k

-> warnings: use of marijuana, smut, praise kink, degradation kink, spit kink, oral (f and m receiving), fluff

you were stressed. it was almost the end of the term, and you had spent the past two weeks studying and prepping for your exams because you needed those grades. you had been slipping a lot in your classes but you managed to bring your grades up with the help of your good friend armin. he was extremely smart and honestly, without him, you didn't even want to think about what your grades would be.

“ugh, sasha, i can’t study any more.” you groaned, bringing you head down to into the vast sea of review that you had been going over as per armin’s request. “i need a break, i feel like my brain is going to fucking explode.”

sasha looked over up from her phone and laughed. “it’s gonna be worth it, i promise. once you finish these exams, you’ll be able to relax for a bit. do you wanna smoke later ‘cause we’re all getting together later at eren’s, i forgot to tell you.”

you hadn’t checked your phone in the past few hours so you didn't know that there were plans that had been made. 

you didn’t move your head as you contemplated the thought, it sounded like fun to see everyone and ignore the work you had for at least a bit. exams weren’t for another week and a half, so you should be fine.

“yeah, i'll come.”

“yay! i’ll text the group chat and let them know that we’re gonna leave at around 6.” she squeals as she grabs her phone and starts typing away a text that you soon receive as well.

“ok, i need to nap first. plus it’s like 4 so i’m gonna pass out for a bit.” you got up from the kitchen table and made your way over to your bedroom, beginning to get comfortable. “wake me up at 5.” you yelled so she could hear from her room.

“you got it.” sasha yelled back. you could tell that she said that with food in her mouth. 

“typical.” you chuckled as you felt your body drift off to sleep.

“y/n! hey! wake up! it’s 5:30. i lost track of the time.” sasha tried to shake you awake in which you grumbled in response. 

“ugh, ur so timely.” you joked as you made your way out of your room, and into the shared bathroom. wow i look like shit you thought to yourself as you turned from side to side trying to see all of what you looked like in your oversized sweatshirt and shorts.

there was not enough time for you to get ready to look at least presentable, but you felt gross so you turned on the shower and threw your clothes into your hamper. you put on some music because who showers without music and you made sure to shave because it had been awhile since you had and you wanted to feel clean.

once you had finished, you grabbed a towel and checked the time on your phone. 5:40. perfect.

“y/n, we have like 20 minutes,” sasha called from her room. “do you think you can be ready by then?”

“yeah, i just need to dry my hair and throw on some clothes and i should be good.” you said as you walked into her room, she was pretty much ready to go, and dressed in shorts and a baggy t-shirt. no one really dressed up for these sessions because everyone was already super comfortable with each other.

“ok i’m gonna go change, i don't know if i’ll have enough time to dry my hair though.” 

“you’ll be fine. plus, we can be a bit late, they wouldn’t start without us anyways.” she says with a smile as she puts on a sweatshirt.

you made your way back to your room and threw on a pair of sweatpants, a loose fitting tank top and your favorite pullover. as you made your way back to the bathroom to dry your hair, you found yourself stressing once again about your exams to which you took a deep breathe and reminded yourself that you needed to relax and this was a well deserved break. 

after you finished drying your hair, you quickly ran a brush through it, and put on some deodorant along with your favorite perfume.

“ok sash, i’m ready.” you called from the bathroom as you fixed your appearance for the last time. 

“perfect! i ordered us an uber because i don’t really wanna drive and i know you don't like driving high.” she says as she grabs the last of her things and we make our way out the door and to the bottom of our apartment complex.

“soooo...” 

you look at her as the uber pulls over to the side of the road. “so what?”

“have u been seeing anyone recently?” sasha looks over to you as she gets into the uber after you. 

“how could i? i’ve literally been studying nonstop. i wish though.” you say with a sigh. you had been so preoccupied with studying and getting your grades up that you haven’t had the time to see anyone except friends. “why do you ask?”

“oh, it’s nothing really. i was just curious, you know, being your roommate and all.” somethings up, she’s clearly trying to pick at something and this does not go unnoticed by you.

“ok,” you laughed and shook your head. “whatever you say.”

before you knew it, you both arrived at eren’s apartment complex. for some reason, you felt anxious. you knew the boys that were going to be there but you had this gut feeling that something was going to happen.

the two of you made your way up to his floor and knocked on his door which was opened almost instantly as if he were waiting.

“sasha!” connie exclaimed, embracing the girl into a bear hug. “hey y/n.” 

“hey connie.” you smiled in response. it was really cute how the two of them were so close, it’s almost like they were twins. you made your way into the apartment and saw jean and eren, arguing over god knows what.

“hey guys!” you say as you walked over to the two of them, hugging them both. 

“y/n! it’s been a while. how’s studying with armin?” jean asks as he pulls away from the hug.

“god. don't even get me started. i am in hell. armin’s being so helpful though.” you chuckle as you walked over to eren, who was looking at something on his phone but quickly shoved it away when he saw you coming towards him.

“hey y/n.” he says with his boyish smile as he pulls you into a side hug and you notice that his hand lingers for a bit longer than normal but you smile in response.

“so, can we smoke now that they’re finally here?” connie asks as it was very clear that he was getting impatient. 

“yeah, yeah, let’s go to the deck.” eren’s apartment had a deck with was extremely nice and over time, it had become the signature smoke spot for you guys. it had an outdoor couch and a few chairs along with a small table which was perfect.

you made your way to your favorite spot which was the right corner of the couch so you could be close to the edge of the balcony and look out at the view of the city. everyone had their signature spots, it was like an unspoken rule but everyone followed it. eren next to you on the couch, sasha, jean and connie in the three chairs on the opposite side of the table.

there were some blankets already outside along with a speaker that eren played some music on to set the vibe. 

“since you guys were taking too long, i rolled us a joint so we could smoke sooner.” eren said as he sat down next to you.

“aw, how kind.” you tease him as you nudge yourself against his shoulder, earning a chuckle from him. “dibs on first hit.” 

“aw, c’mon!” jean whined, knowing that you always give the blunt to eren right after you hit. 

“i get priority since eren is my best friend.” you smirk and wait for eren to say anything but he just laughs and shakes his head. 

you and eren had always been close ever since you started school. he even introduced you to everyone, which was the reason why you were here with them now.

eren took out his lighter and lit the joint and passed it to you. you took it between your pointer finger and thumb and took a long drag. 

oh how you had missed this feeling. the feeling of being high with your friends. you passed the blunt back to eren as he took a hit himself and you exhaled the smoke.

the joint was passed around the circle until everyone had gotten a good amount of hits and it was finished. you felt your high and you leaned back into the couch as you closed your eyes.

“tired?” 

you opened your eyes and looked over to eren who’s eyes were red, just like yours. “no, just relaxing. this is nice. i needed this.”

“yeah, i noticed. armin told me that you’d been really stressed lately so i texted asking if people wanted to smoke but you didn't respond so i assumed you were studying,” he says as he stretched his arms and placed them just behind your shoulders.

“thanks,” you laughed as you stared into his turquoise eyes only now noticing how pretty they were. you had looked him in the eyes before but this time it felt different and he felt it too. but your staring was soon broken by sasha’s wails of being hungry.

“there’s food in the fridge, i had takeout last night so there’s probably some leftovers.” eren nods his head towards the inside of his apartment. sasha stood up and made her way towards the food as connie followed her.

“hey! save some for me!” he yelled as he chased after her. all that was left was you, eren and jean. there was clearly some tension in the air but you decided to ignore it.

“ain’t no way i’m gonna be third wheeling right now.” jean huffed quietly and joined the two inside. 

third wheeling? you ignored it because jean obviously knows that you and eren are close friends, nothing more.

oh, how you were wrong.

eren looked over to make sure that there was no way for the others to see the deck and he moved his arm down towards your shoulder. you were shocked by this, but in a way, it was comforting. 

“y/n?” he asked staring off into the distance.

“hm?” 

he didn't respond so you took it upon yourself to look up at him.

“what’s up?”

no response once again.

your lidded eyes becoming heavy as he looked down at you with a tender look on his face. he leaned his face closer to yours until your noses were touching.

“eren?”

his lips connected with yours, igniting a feeling inside your chest that you had pushed away when you first became close. you melted into the kiss and kissed him back in a slow and sensual kiss. eren pulled back and tucked your hair behind your ear as he went back in for another kiss. you didn’t know what to do but the feeling that this gave you, it wasn’t like any other kiss you had before.

“wanted to do this for a long time.” he whispers and rests his nose on yours. 

you didn’t know what to say in response so you pulled him back for another kiss that was interrupted by the three of them coming back out onto the deck. you pulled away quickly, hoping that no one had seen what just happened. eren kept his hand on your shoulder, but no one had asked about it so you just let it slide.

it had been a few days since you had last seen eren. everyone was texting in the group chat about plans for the upcoming days but you had to study, or at least try to study. the kiss that you and eren shared had been replaying in your head ever since it had happened. you knew that he was high and he may not remember it, but it still bugged you and you had to know.

but most importantly, this kiss had sparked feelings inside you that you had pushed away so long ago and it was beginning to get hard to consume them. eren was constantly on your mind, and you couldn’t focus on your work. 

you needed to talk to him but you didn't know how because you didn't know that he had these feelings for you and you didn't know that you still had those feelings for him. you realized that you were ignoring these feelings that you had for him because he was your close friend and you didn’t want that to ruin your relationship.

it was driving you crazy. you needed to talk to him. 

you grabbed your phone and clicked on eren’s contact and called him. it didn’t even finish the first ring.

“hey y/n! what’s up? how’s studying?” he said and you felt your heart swell at him saying your name, which never happened before until now.

“hey, can you come over later? i need to talk to you,” you sigh. this is it, you need to know if he truly had those feelings or he was just playing with you.

“yeah, of course,” he stammered. “is everything ok?”

“yeah, everything's fine, i just wanna talk to you.”

“ok, i can get a ride now if you want me to.” is he eager?

you looked at the time and remembered that sasha was out with connie and jean so she would probably not be coming back tonight.

“actually, yeah, that sounds fine. see you soon, eren.”

“ok, i’ll text you when i’m close.”

“ok,” you ended the call and placed your phone down, taking your head in your hands. you’re overreacting right? he definitely feels for you, why else would he kiss you?

“i need to shower.” you said to yourself, trying to ignore the thoughts in your head.

as you got out of the shower, you heard your phone get a text, which you assumed to be eren. walking back to your room, you heard a knock at the door and you froze. you were still in a towel and debating whether or not you should open the door for him, which you did because you didn't want to leave him standing out there.

“hey y/n, oh,” he stops and looks you up and down. 

“sorry, i just got out of the shower.” you say as you open the door and motion for him to come inside. “can you just wait a sec while i go put some clothes on?”

“oh, uh, yeah. i’ll wait in the kitchen.” he looks around and scratches the back of his head nervously. his hair was tied back into a messy bun like usual and wearing gray sweatpants with a black shirt and his chain peeking out from under it. “you good?” he asked as he took off his shoes.

oh my god, was i staring?

“oh, yeah, i'm fine. i just spaced out a bit, sorry.” you chuckle nervously, tucking a piece of your wet hair behind your ear. “i’ll be right back.”

“take your time.”

you made your way back to your room and threw hung your town on your closet door as you looked for clothes to wear. you opted for a pair of pajama shorts and an oversized t-shirt that was sasha’s but for some reason, it was in your closet. once you had finished changing, you made your way over to the mirror that was across for your bed to make sure that you looked fine.

“ok, breathe.” you exhaled and opened your door calling for eren to come into your room.

he came into your room, still clearly feeling awkward about your interaction from before. “nice room, i like the led lights you have.” 

“thanks,” you laughed and sat on the bed, motioning for him to come sit next to you, which he did.

“so, what's on your mind y/n?” he asks, leaning up against the headboard and trying to get comfortable. 

“i don’t know, i've just been thinking about some things recently, and i can't seem to get them out of my head.” ok, good start.

“like what?” he looks over at you. oh no, don't look at me like that.

“the kiss we shared a few days ago, it’s been in my head on repeat.”

eren looks confused and looks towards your mirror, “is that a bad thing?”

“huh? i mean no, it’s not, i just don’t know what to do because these feelings have come back that i pushed away from when we became close because i didn’t want to ruin our friendship. but right now, it’s consuming me and i don’t know what to do.”

“well, i wouldn’t have kissed you without having feelings for you, y/n. i don’t know how you didn't notice it. i’ve been kinda bad at hiding it.” he said calmly as his gaze remained in front of the two of you. “but if you didn’t like it, we can just forget about it. i didn't mean to make you uncomfortable.” he turns to look at you once again. 

“no, i enjoyed it actually, but...” you trail off nervously, feeling your face becoming hot. you tried to turn away but his hand grabbed your chin and turned you back to face him. 

“but what?” he says softly, looking into your eyes which caused your heart beat to pick up. he thought it was so cute how you were getting so flustered by him.

“but i don’t want to be played...” you averted his gaze.

“y/n, i would never play you.”

you look back at him, now knowing the answer that had been bothering you for the past few days. it took all your strength to not kiss him right there but he beat you to it, closing the gap between the two of you. in that moment, all your worries had washed away, feeling content and glad that you had this conversation with him. the kiss soon escalated into you and eren sliding your tongues into the others mouth. you felt yourself getting hot once again but this time, a completely different reason. eren brought his hand that was on your chin behind your head, pulling you deeper into the kiss as you melted into his mouth once again, whimpering at the feeling. eren could feel it go straight to his dick that was now straining in his pants, trying to contain himself because he didn't know whether you wanted this or not.

“let me show you how much i care for you, yeah?” he says as he pulls away for a brief second. 

“eren, please,” you whimper as his lips met yours once again but this time with more passion. eren then moved so he was on top of you, caging you in his arms as he continued to kiss you. “i want you.”

“’want you too, baby.” the pet name going straight to your core. eren moaned as he moved from your lips down to your neck, gently kissing and sucking to leave a mark. he then placed his hands at the bottom of your shirt, looking at you as if he was asking with his eyes for permission to undress you, you nodded your head vigorously and lifted your hands up so he could take it off. 

“no bra? it’s like you’re begging me to fuck you, angel.” he then brought his lips down to your left nipple, gently sucking on it while taking the other between his fingers, moving it around earning a moan from you at the feeling. he then moved over to the right and did the same action. “you’re so beautiful.”

“ohmygod please, please,” you knew you sounded desperate, but you couldn't help yourself. you had been denying the fact that you had wanted this for so long.

“use your words, tell me what you want.” he groaned and came back up to kiss you, relishing in the feeling of your lips against his.

“’wanna feel you,”

“where, pretty girl?” he sat up at looked down at you with a smirk on his face, he knew where you wanted him but he wanted, no needed to hear you say it. 

“’want you inside me eren, please,” you whined arching your back so he could get the message. he chuckled and brought himself back down towards your sternum, placing wet kisses as he made his way down to the waistband of your shorts. 

“can i?” he looked up at you and immediately saw the approval in your eyes. “you don’t know what you do to me, do you?” you whimper at his remark, lifting your hips up in the process so he could take your shorts off easier to reveal your thong and the painfully obvious wet spot. he placed a finger on your slit, dragging it down slowly, teasing you.

“stop teasing me,” you whined, trying to prop yourself on your elbows but to caught up with the euphoric feeling that you couldn't. eren slowly took off your panties to tease you even more, and threw them behind him onto the floor.

“fuck, baby. this all for me?” he looked up at you with his jade green eyes meeting your e/c ones. he could feel the precum running down his shaft, struggling to keep his composure.

“yes eren, all for you.” your breath hitched as he spit onto your needy heat, bringing his tongue down to your clit, giving it a few kitten licks before he quickened his pace and wrapped his left arm around your leg to keep you in place, not once breaking eye contact. “fuck, keep doing that, holy shit!” you could feel him smirk against your core, and if it couldn't get any better, you felt a finger at your entrance before sliding in. “eren!” he felt so embarrassed to be rutting his cock against the bed but the noises you were making were sinful and he couldn’t help himself.

you began to feel your stomach tighten as he added another finger into your hole and picked up the pace. the sensation was incredible, the feeling of his tongue on your clit and the pace of his fingers going in and out of your pussy. your slick was dripping down his fingers, it was driving him crazy. he felt you tighten around his fingers, you were close.

“’gonna, ‘m gonna cum eren, please,” your release was so close, you just needed one more push.

“c’mon baby, cum for me.” he groaned against your pussy, sending vibrations throughout your whole body and you felt the coil snap. the moan you let out was pure sin and eren thought he was going to cum on the spot. “that’s it baby, good fucking girl.” as you got down from your high, you realized that he didn’t stop, you were sensitive, eren knew that but he needed one more from you.

“eren it’s too much, fuck,” you cry out as he brings his mouth back down to your heat and you can already feel yourself getting close again, and he could tell. you came even quicker this time, your juices gushing all over eren’s tongue. he lapped all of it up, not letting a single drop go to waste, and then taking his fingers covered in your slick into his mouth.

“you taste so good, i couldn’t get enough of you.” he whispers as he comes back up to kiss you. you could taste yourself on his lips and tongue. you reach down towards his throbbing cock, but he shook his head. “this is about you, baby.”

“please?” you look up at him and he couldn’t say no. he knew that he would not last long if you did as much as place your tongue on his tip. noticing that he didn't say anything, you took this as your chance. you flipped him over so that you were on top, and you could feel how hard he was. you grabbed the bottom of his shirt and helped him take it off, revealing his perfectly toned chest with chiseled abs. he threw the shirt to another place in the room, pulling you into another kiss shortly after. you moved from his lips down to his neck and down his chest stopping at his sweatpants to pull them down along with his boxers, revealing his swollen tip leaking with precum. he was larger than average and it excited you every bit. you smirked to yourself, and placed your lips on his tip, his breath hitched at the feeling.

you began to slowly drag your tongue down his shaft, maintaining eye contact with him, just like he did with you. you then took him in your mouth seeing how his legs tensed, you began to go even further. 

eren was trying so hard not to grab your head and push you onto his dick, afraid that he was going to ruin the moment with you and be too aggressive. you then took your mouth off with saliva connecting from his tip to your lips and then went back down taking him all in your throat before bobbing your head up and down, coming up for air while jerking him off. the sounds he was making went straight to your warmth, making you wetter by the minute.

“keep doing that, fuck y/n,” he groaned as his will vanished and he took your hair in his hands beginning to help guide you on his dick. he ran his hand through his hair and looked back at you, knowing that this image will forever be imprinted in his head. his legs tensed and you felt it, he was close. “fuck, i’m gonna cum, i’m gonna fucking cum.” he groaned as he shot thick white ropes of cum down your throat, you gladly took all of it and opened your mouth to show him that you did. 

“fuck, you did so good, so good.” he pulled you up towards him as you laughed into the kiss, and suddenly you were back on the bottom. “but now i’m gonna fuck this pretty little pussy, yeah?” he aligned himself with your entrance and your mind became fuzzy with the feeling of his tip right where you needed him most. he slowly pushes himself in but you didn’t need to adjust, and he began to move at a steady pace.

“oh fuck,” eren threw his head back at the sensation of finally being inside of you, the way your walls grazed his dick, pulling him back him. it was addictive, and he couldn’t get enough of it. “you feel so fucking good y/n.”

“fuckfuckfuck, ’m gonna cum eren.” the feeling came back embarrassingly quick but you didn’t care, the feeling was amazing.

“yeah? you’re gonna fucking cum? cum on my cock. cum on my fucking cock.” eren growled as his chain was in your face. hearing him be so demanding and aggressive set something off and you felt yourself release but this time it was different, arching your back at the feeling. eren was taken aback by the fact that he made you squirt, it was the hottest thing he had ever seen.

“that’s it, squirt all over my fucking cock.” he rode you out of your orgasm and continued to plow you into the mattress, picking up his pace. he was close but not quite there yet. you had taken into account that eren was aggressive in bed but he was being gentle with you at first, and you loved every bit of it. you wanted to make it more interesting. before you could even think, your hand met his cheek, and eren looked at you with a shocked expression but his eyes grew dark with lust. 

“fuck me like you mean it, jaeger.” you growled, hoping to get a reaction out of him. and oh boy, did it get a reaction.

“yeah? fuck you like i mean it?” he slapped you across the face, and then grabbed your cheeks and spit into your mouth. “swallow it.” if you thought you couldn’t get turned on anymore, you were so wrong. you rutted your hips against his, moaning at the sensation. this side of you was so different, and eren fucking loved it. he grabbed your throat, squeezing it and making you look him in the eyes as he fucked you with force.

“look at you, never knew you could be such a slut.” the name made you clench around him like a vice, earning a groan from him. “taking my cock so fucking well.” the feeling of you tightening around his cock for the 2nd time that night was making him lose his mind, he wasn’t going to last any longer and he knew that you weren’t either. he brought his hand that was around your neck down to your neglected clit and began rubbing circles as his pace became erratic. he was so close and so were you, but he needed you to come with him, he had to feel that feeling again. 

“fuck, i’m so close baby. fucking cum with me,” he moaned as he brought his head to your neck, you brought your arms and wrapped them around him, bringing him closer to you. before you could even comprehend, you released your juices, spraying all over his pelvis as he came shortly after you, painting your insides white. he stilled, trying to catch his breath but to his shock, you flipped him so that you were on top once again.

“not done yet.” you moaned as you began to grind yourself onto his cock. eren still so sensitive from his past orgasm that he was barely holding on by a string. seeing you on top of him, the way your breasts bounce and the way you look from this angle is driving him insane. he knows that he’s not going to last like this, the way you’re riding him, he grabs onto your hips and guides you.

you’re so overstimulated, you can’t even think straight. eren is trying so hard not to cum before you, but your pussy is milking him dry and before he knew it, he came inside you once again, legs shaking from the overstimulation. you lifted yourself off him and began to frantically rub your clit as you squirted all over his chest and pelvis. eren stared at you in awe, the way you looked like when you came and knowing that it was from him was a huge boost to his ego.

you finally collapsed onto his chest, trying to calm your breathing as he wrapped his arms around you. the both of you basked in this silence, thinking about the sex you just had.

“hope i wasn’t too rough, i kinda got carried away.” eren chuckled as he ran his fingers down your back, earning a laugh from you.

“no not at all, i really liked it actually.” you looked up at him, placing your chinos his chest. 

“I'm glad, been wanting to do that for a while,” he paused, as if he was looking for the right words to say. “i really like you, y/n.”

your heartbeat quickened, and you gave him a quick peck on the lips. “i really like you too, eren.” you blushed, “stay the night.” you didn't have class the following morning, so it was fine.

“ok, will do.” he squeezed you tighter, and you utterly being exhausted, you felt yourself drift off to sleep. eren gently moved you over and walked into the bathroom, finding a small towel and cleaning you and himself up. he grabbed you a new pair of underwear from your closet and the his shirt on the floor, dressing you before he put his sweatpants back on.

you felt the bed dip and a pair of arms bring your back to his chest and press a kiss to your cheek.

“’night y/n.”

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