#this is my last one okay i couldnt resist :(

[deviloutofluck]

if you’re hearing BLACK SMOKE by ANN SOPHIE playing, you have to know ANASTACIA "NASH" MENDOZA (THEY/THEM; NONBINARY) is near by! the 47 year old BOUNCER AT AMBROSIA LOUNGE has been in denver for, like, 5 MONTHS. they’re known to be quite SECRETIVE, but being PROTECTIVE seems to balance that out. or maybe it’s the fact that they resemble SARA RAMIREZ. personally, i’d love to know more about them seeing as how they’ve got those WORN OUT LEATHER JACKETS, LATE NIGHT SMOKES AND MUSIC PUMPING FROM THE SPEAKERS AT ANY HOUR vibes. and maybe i’ll get my chance if i hang out around the DOWNTOWN DISTRICT long enough!

tw: lowkey death mention right at the end

Anastacia (mostly known as Nash) Mendoza is the youngest sibling of two and Felipe's titi (gender neutral word for aunt/uncle in spanish) but has very little contact with their family, dipping in and out of their lives and mainly shows themselves during important occasions. They got branded as the black sheep of the family early on, refusing to conform to a lifestyle fitted for their class. They were more so the type to stay out until early hours, hammer away on their current car or even sneak away for days at a time doing who knows what.

They moved out at the age of 17 with their then girlfriend, both settling in a loft apartment while they tried to keep themselves afloat. It was the best 3 years of Nash's life thus far, finally getting a proper taste of freedom - but it wasn't to last as the couple found themselves wanting different things in life and thus parted ways. Nash proceeded to get themselves a bigger apartment to dull the pain and dated around for a while, but no partner lasted longer than a year.

It wasn't until they crossed paths with a most stunning woman named Yazmin Elsayed that they turned around their life for real, smitten from the start and unwilling to give up until they had the other person on a date. There were a few years between them, after all, but it didn't seem Yazmin minded too much and not before long they both found themselves dating. It turned into one of Nash's more fulfilling relationships to date, the two feeling quite in tune to the point of moving in together and being comfortable enough to imagine their future with one another. However, things were to take a turn for the worst and both of their flaws were to become their downfall.

Two friends of Nash reached out one day to fill them in a business idea they had been cooking up for the past year or so, wondering if they would be willing to help finance the project for a stake in the company - and being slightly on the impulsive side of things, Nash found themselves unable to say no. They chose not to let Yazmin in on the investment, wanting it to be a surprise once money came rolling in - and it surely seemed to be heading in the right direction, until one of the two friends suddenly bailed with the funds. Nash and the second one stood there empty-handed, unable to do much besides file a police report for the money but no matter how long they waited they saw no return and the bank was suddenly on their tails, wanting to see some payments made back to them.

The stress, anxiety and sleepless nights began to take a toll on Nash, finding it ever so hard to tell Yazmin of what had happened and that they were sitting in the red money-wise. They slowly moved away from their chirpy self, being snappy and cold and it didn't help that Yazmin was too busy with work to properly notice that something was going on - often tired herself from work. Nash began to sneak money out of their shared joint accounts to pay off their debts and even tried to embezzle some money from their current work place, which didn't go unnoticed and eventually got them fired. Eventually Yazmin found out and the two were thrown into a fight of a lifetime, one that shook them to the core and caused them to crack in every corner. Nash felt like Yazmin was neglecting their relationship and Yazmin was hurt by Nash's lack of trust in her - thus they broke up.

Nash decided to move away from Denver in the hopes of getting away from, well, everything and managed to a slight degree. A new job, some new flings... but the debt kept looming over them like a dark cloud. Then, a mere decade later their sister came them a brief call to let them know their father was on his death bed, not wanting them to miss the chance to say goodbye. Nash decided to take the opportunity to return back home, figuring that plenty time had passed and there was little chance of them bumping into their past at this point. Today they work as a bouncer at Ambrosia Lounge and doing their best to simply move forward.

[felixaha]

Hii, hope youre doing okay ;D

I would like to request enji todoroki x trans male reader nsfw fic with something like a daddy/boy dynamic, if you are comfy writing, that is!!

Have a nice one

“fucking slut.”

AAAJSKDUJS IM SO SORRY IF IT ISNT WHAT YOU EXPECTED , IM NOT GOOD W DADDY/BOY DYNAMICS ! ! 😭😭😭 please let me know if i did anything wrong ! 🩵 and actually im on my period so i AM extremely horny .

ps : im really bad at english so its possible i have a few wrong grammers and im so sorry its short ! ! 😭☹️ THANK YOU FOR REQUESTING 💞💞

𖦹₊ ⊹ top!dom! enji todoroki x ftm

bottom!reader . degradation kink

with a mix of praise , daddy /

boy dynamic , mirror sex , used

terms of boypussy , cunt ,

chest , tits , overstimulation .

his eyes narrowed, eyeing the boy under him who was shaking from people, the grin plastered on his face widening.

“filthy slut, letting daddy do anything to you, is that how desperate you are?”

he coo’d, punctuating his words with hard thrusts that caused you to cry out.

“UghN—!please, daddy its t’much!!”

you moaned, your boypussy tightening around his cock as he let out a chuckle.

“aww, poor puppy is so overwhelmed huh? taking daddy’s big cock like you need it.”

he praised, caressing your cheek before changing positions causing you to face the mirror and see how much of a mess you were. out of shame and embarrassment, you turn your head to the side, letting out a choked moan at his sudden thrust.

“look at yourself, baby. look how much of a mess you are for me.”

his voice was firm, hand grabbing your chin to look at the mirror, eyes teary, hair messy and body full of marks, your cunt squeezing around him so tightly drove him wild.

“AH—?!” your eyes widened when he started thrusting harshly, hands gripping your hips to make you bounce up and down on his cock, your poor hole being abused repeatedly.

“fuck— good boy, thats it baby im- mgg..” he groaned, head throwing back as he lets you move and ride him. Gosh, how could he resist you..

“daddy pl- UwaAh— im- ah fuck—! daddy, s’too much!!” you whine out, legs shaking from the extreme pleasure as you gripped on his shoulders.

he lifts your head, pecking your lips before trailing down until he reached your chest, licking and sucking on your nipples.

you arched your back, vision blurry as you cum all around his cock again, you were so tired but it seemed he just started.

“you can handle more, pretty boy, come on.”

———————

how many hours has it been? you couldnt even count how many you came now.

your body was weak, shaking as he pants and smirked down at you. “was i too hard? poor puppy.”

he mocked, kissing your cheek before kneeling down in front of you, glancing at your confused face.

“what are you d-doing? uwaah—!” his hands gently spread your legs, revealing the tempting sight of your wet, glistening cunt.

Leaning in, he pressed his lips against your folds, his tongue flicking out to explore your sensitive flesh.

he was relentless, his tongue delving deeper, his lips sucking and nibbling on your poor clit. He savored the taste and the sounds of your moans, reveling in the power he held over you.

“Ngh—!! daddy thats- ah- i cant take it-“ you babbled out, back arching as his licks and sucks grew intense, causing you to cum again from the sensitivity.

he only hummed, suddenly kneeling between your legs, effortlessly pinning both your wrists in one hand.. thats hot. “one more time, baby.”

he purred, lifting your legs and placing it on top of his shoulders.

“you said that last round!!”

[qwesty-030]

@finny-propaganda @girlhelpsworld

One of my favorite scenes from A Separate Peace, taken from chapter four:

A French examination was announced for one Friday late in August. Finny and I studied for it in the library Thursday afternoon; I went over vocabulary lists, and he wrote messages—je ne give a damn pas about le francais, les filles en France ne wear pas les pantelons—and passed them with great seriousness to me, as aide-mémoire. Of course I didn’t get any work done. After supper I went to our room to try again. Phineas came in a couple of minutes later.

“Arise,” he began airily, “Senior Overseer Charter Member! Elwin ‘Leper’ Lepellier has announced his intention to make the leap this very night, to qualify, to save his face at last.”

I didn’t believe it for a second. Leper Lepellier would go down paralyzed with panic on any sinking troopship before making such a jump. Finny had put him up to it, to finish me for good on the exam. I turned around with elaborate resignation. “If he jumps out of that tree I’m Mahatma Gandhi.”

“All right,” agreed Finny absently. He had a way of turning cliches inside out like that. “Come on, let’s go. We’ve got to be there. You never know, maybe he will do it this time.”

“Oh, for God sake.” I slammed closed the French book.

“What’s the matter?”

What a performance! His face was completely questioning and candid.

“Studying!” I snarled. “Studying! You know, books. Work. Examinations.”

“Yeah ...” He waited for me to go on, as though he didn’t see what I was getting at.

“Oh for God sake! You don’t know what I’m talking about. No, of course not. Not you.” I stood up and slammed the chair against the desk. “Okay, we go. We watch little lily-liver Lepellier not jump from the tree, and I ruin my grade.”

He looked at me with an interested, surprised expression. “You want to study?”

I began to feel a little uneasy at this mildness of his, so I sighed heavily. “Never mind, forget it. I know, I joined the club, I’m going. What else can I do?”

“Don’t go.” He said it very simply and casually, as though he were saying, “Nice day.” He shrugged, “Don’t go. What the hell, it’s only a game.”

I had stopped halfway across the room, and now I just looked at him. “What d’you mean?” I muttered. What he meant was clear enough, but I was groping for what lay behind his words, for what his thoughts could possibly be. I might have asked, “Who are you, then?” instead. I was facing a total stranger.

“I didn’t know you needed to study,” he said simply, “I didn’t think you ever did. I thought it just came to you.”

It seemed that he had made some kind of parallel between my studies and his sports. He probably thought anything you were good at came without effort. He didn’t know yet that he was unique.

I couldn’t quite achieve a normal speaking voice. “If I need to study, then so do you.”

“Me?” He smiled faintly. “Listen, I could study forever and I’d never break C. But it’s different for you, you’re good. You really are. If I had a brain like that, I’d—I’d have my head cut open so people could look at it.”

“Now wait a second ...”

He put his hands on the back of a chair and leaned toward me. “I know. We kid around a lot and everything, but you have to be serious sometime, about something. If you’re really good at something, I mean if there’s nobody, or hardly anybody, who’s as good as you are, then you’ve got to be serious about that. Don’t mess around, for God’s sake.” He frowned disapprovingly at me. “Why didn’t you say you had to study before? Don’t move from that desk. It’s going to be all A’s for you.”

“Wait a minute,” I said, without any reason.

“It’s okay. I’ll oversee old Leper. I know he’s not going to do it.” He was at the door.

“Wait a minute,” I said more sharply. “Wait just a minute. I’m coming.”

“No you aren’t, pal, you’re going to study.”

“Never mind my studying.”

“You think you’ve done enough already?”

“Yes.” I let this drop curtly to bar him from telling me what to do about my work. He let it go at that, and went out the door ahead of me, whistling off key.

[blegh-110]

How would reader react to Tangerine coming home sick or injured? We already know he would baby the hell out of her if roles were reversed but would she try and take care of him if he needed help?

okay, so the reader in general has a very, very big heart. no matter who the person is, she will always feel for them, and she hates that. she thinks its a weakness of hers. even if its a person she hates, she cant stand seeing them in any kind of pain, she just gets no satisfaction from that.

so when tangerine comes stumbling through the front door, groaning with cuts all over his arms and bruises forming all over his face, the first thing reader feels is shock. she always sees tangerine come back from a mission with a bruise or two, and usually a bloody nose. thats all. and he is able to carry himself with no issue. but he just looked horrible. his lip was busted, both eyes beginning to bruise, as well as his cheeks. he had abandoned his blazer, only wearing his white button up, but it was absolutely drenched in blood and shredded up, like he was constantly being sliced up.

she covers her face and cringes when tangerine bumps himself into the table and doubles over, cursing in pain. not knowing what to do, she curled herself up on the couch with peach, not wanting to be seen by him. luckily, he passes by very slowly into the kitchen. every step and groan is torture for her.

the last straw for her was seeing tangerine bring out a giant bottle of rubbing alcohol and poor it directly over his the cuts on his arms. she jumps out off of the couch, placing a confused peach where she sat, and quickly walked to the kitchen.

"tangerine, stop it!"

he flinches when hearing you, thinking you were asleep upstairs.

"what are you doin' up so late?" he asks with furrowed eyebrows. he takes your sleep schedule very seriously. he knows you worked yourself to the bone and barely slept before bringing you into his life. not even getting the recommended minimum time.

"i dont know, i couldnt sleep. dont put this stuff on your cuts, it doesnt actually help."

tangerines heart speeds up he feels your hands gently grab his arm and bring it over the sink.

"wash it with water and soap instead, okay" you look up at him to make sure hes paying attention only to see he was already staring at you. even with the handful of bruises and blood on his face, he was still the most handsome man youve ever seen. you cough and bring your attention back to his arm.

"cool water, okay?"

"okay"

after cleaning the cuts on his arms, you ask him to clean the ones on his chest and stomach himself. you couldnt bring yourself to even think about doing it, you know youd get distracted.

the most you did was clean the blood off of his face, and even that was difficult. being so close to him and holding his face in your hands. the way tangerine closed his eyes and sighed when you brushed his hair back will forever be engrained into your mind. you couldnt resist doing it again just to hear his pretty sighs and feel his hair running through your fingers. this was the perfect moment to feel him without actually giving into his advances, and you took it.

after cleaning his bloodied cheek, you couldnt stop yourself from softly brushing over it with your thumb. after the last swipe, you had to pull yourself away before you did something you know youd regret.

"okay, i think thats good"

tangerine nodded his head, a little dazed from all your touches. you felt a little giddy to have affected him this much.

"thank you so much, my love" and he ends the night with his hands cradling your neck and a kiss to your cheek.

[steven-has-exploded]

okay ive looked over the last few chapters and the various amenogozen deaths after about a day of crisis and confusion, and ive noticed a couple things about junichirous death in specific that i think are more than worth noting

firstly, amenogozen seems to show some kind of pity for kunikida and his state of shock before it kills him, and even as its stabbing its sword into his stomach. it lets him attempt to pull it out with no resistance, albeit acting as if it makes no sense by saying it cant truly harm him- though this could potentially be seen as an attempt to "console" him

junichirou, on the other hand? nothing. amenogozen stabs the illusion he created of himself with no hesitation, and no words to spare. when it locates the real junichirou, it coldly stabs him through the brain and out the eye from behind, where he couldnt have even tried to locate its attack

under cut is further rambling, warning for that one page where junichirou gets stabbed in the eye + mentions of sexual abuse

narratively, this is definitely because of the explicit bloodlust junichirou expressed towards amenogozen; it attacked as quickly as possible with as little chance for him to fight back because he's obviously dangerous, and fyodor instructed it to kill all of the ada members there as soon as possible. but, in a more metaphorical sense, especially when comparing it to kunikidas "death" (hes not dead i dont believe any of them are like seriously) it gets. um. upsetting

considering the way it seemed to try and console kunikida as i mentioned earlier, comparisons can be drawn to that of an abusive parent, although ill just be saying its an unspecified authority figure for the sake of this rant. in this metaphor, junichirou seems to play the role of the "disobedient" victim; whereas kunikida was frozen in place and didnt do much to fight against amenogozen attacking himself specifically, junichirou was immediately aggressive and threatened amenogozen, prompting it to "punish" him as soon as possible

now, this on its own is far from groundbreaking; if you did a drinking game for every time a character was mentioned to have been abused by an authority figure in bsd youd be dead before episode 6, but its the specific imagery evoked in junichirous death scene that really gets to me

looking at this page more closely, especially in the first and third panels, brought up some EXTREMELY unsavory implications for me. the specific way that the action of him being stabbed is drawn, what with the blood oozing from around his whole eye and the way you can just barely make out what looks like the inside of the eye socket, all exacerbated by amenogozen practically pulling his hair to keep him in place and unable to fight back... look im not gonna pretend like this isnt based off my preexisting perception of junichirou and his trauma but oh my god this feels so much like an allegory for some kind of sexual exploitation, especially the fact it was the EYE in particular which is an already existing opening in the body kind of

could this just be me going insane? very much so, not gonna deny it. do i fullheartedly believe thats whats being pointed at here? yeah actually

and the worst part of it is that junichirou is just so dejected during this whole thing. he pointed out his location to amenogozen when it stabbed his illusion, phrased his request to atsushi as if it were last words, and was just in general so horribly unsurprised by the attack. whatever this is symbolizing, my personal interpretation or not, junichirou has grown so used to it he cant even bring himself to act like he really cares about it anymore. youre going to hell kafka asagiri

[kozumesphone]

also, second one (cause i couldnt resist)

if u seek amy! i think thatll be fun

my hobby is reading and playing the guitar!

i think i read like fifty books last year..

my fav books are pjo tlt (its nostalgic ok!!) and the hunger games series

i like to play mostly taylor swift and gracie abrams songs on the guitar!

i basically steal my sisters guitar whenever i want to play cause i dont have my own lol (im better than her)

my favorite taylor swift song is youre on your own kid

my favorite gracie abrams song is feels like

my favorite color is yellow (pretty obvious i think) it reminds me of sunshine and just overall happy things yk?

my favorite season is spring! the flowers start blooming and theyre so pretty (downside are the bugs)

i have a lot of favorite shows: stranger things, brooklyn 99, the good place, modern family

my favorite subject is chemistry! i love learning about the world around me and its properties etcetc

some random stuff about my personality: i get distracted so easily its a nightmare to study, i am an emotional wreck i cry easily, definitely a night owl, hufflepuff, daughter of poseidon

i dont mind if u pick someone from a book i dont recognise, that will just give me incentive to read it!!!

oh forgot to mention im a straight girl

love uuuu and congrats again!!!

⊹ ࣪ ﹏𓊝﹏𓂁﹏⊹ ࣪ ˖

CORASON⭑.ᐟ

⟢ “I love you, okay, darling!”

a/n: okay but the way the ship name is corason? which sounds so close to corazon? which means like ‘my dear’ in italian, I think?? MADE FOR EACH OTHER MUCH 🤭💓

I think you’d best match with jason grace!

I mean, daughter of poseidon x son of jupiter? hello?? PERFECTION!!

jason would learn to play the piano while you play the guitar, so you guys could play music together

he LOVES laying on your stomach while you read on your bed and run your fingers through his hair

^ sometimes, he even falls asleep like that, and you both slowly shift into cuddling

he definitely hypes you up to finish your goodreads reading goal, if not exceed it (what can I say? he’s jason grace)

he definitely went to the ballad of songbirds and snakes movie with you (supportive bfs even when they have no idea what you read/watch >>)

he once asked you why you love yoyok by taylor, and straight up bawled while you explained to him what the song meant

he’s a very sunshine-y person, just like you, so when you guys are together, leo pretends to faint and says “too much sun! i’m getting sunstroke! help!!” and he thinks he’s really funny (i’d laugh, ngl <3)

come springtime, he lets you put all the flowers you collect over the summer into his hair

^ he also does the rapunzel braid on your hair and puts in matching flowers in it

(he drives away the bugs for you, dw!)

in an au, he’d never have heard of any tv shows, but after hearing you yap to him about them, he watches them ALL and makes notes about them too (about what? only he knows.)

okay, here we’re going off the rails so badly, but it’s a very ooc and personal hc of mine: jason sucks ASS at geography and chemistry. he will literally breakdown at the very thought of them.

he gets you to help him out with the chemistry part, and he teaches you math (if you’re not good at it already)!

he makes sure you don’t let yourself get burnt out while studying, and also makes sure you don’t get distracted and procrastinate

he comforts you at any time of the day: you say it, he’ll be over asap to give you free cuddles with your favourite chocolates & drinks

sometimes, he doesn’t even need you to tell him. he’ll just. know. when you’re feeling off. and his jacie senses tingle, and he calls you up and goes, “is it cuddletime?” and then drives over

while you’re a night owl, he’s an early bird (he must teach me his way, tho, because h o w)

^ you stay up till 2-3 am reading/studying and wake up by 9 or 10 am, while he sleeps by 10 pm and wakes up by 5 am to the dot

so you guys leave each other sticky notes before going to bed for the other one to see when they wake up

you guys 100% go on bookstore dates (he buys you everything you can carry on your own), library/study dates (especially while grinding during finals szn), museum dates (to mock the statues), beach dates (so he can get mesmerised while watching you do silly little tricks with the water and talk to the fishies), etc.

his love language is 101% physical touch & acts of service <3

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[ikkosu]

Throwing this at you ikko, because I am obsessed with Pinks fairy’s in Archie’s Knightformers au, butttt, Pharma the freaky little man finding a fairy that can’t run or fly because their wings broken<3 and he uses old test subjects wings to fix theirs despite their disgust to it, partnered with him keeping them as his little pet/experiment.

(Also my friend sent me more pics to use as reaction <3 so I am blessing you with a cat)

compookie!!

rubs hand evilly ohohoh I've been plagued with knightformer pharma and his evil little smile. He's definitely getting his own little fae too.

Quick incomprehensive ramble about my husband, for a moment (sorry prowl) Knightformers / Faeformers are by :

@archie-sunshine and @pinkanonwrites (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

(oofm gets a little bit violent at the end)

I'd say before Pharma went bonkers, his methods are a little less unethical. Like Prowl, he won't care much for these playful cretins. They're adorable, yes. Very soft, too. He can see why First Aid and Ambulon are always so keen on squishing their plush cheeks.

Unfortunately, as much as he tries to find them tolerable, one fae in particular switched his colorcoded books to different shelves can you believe that?

How utterly vulgar. He ought to put them in a Jar and send them to Nyon where Rodimus or whatever lives. That'll do the fine job of shutting them up.

Even more strange, this fae prefers to bother him, of all people. Always pottering along with their tiny feet. The wisp flutter of their wigs as they hover close, tugging on his hat, and cloak. Hiding behind pillars, peeking out then giggling when he notices them.

He'd imagine they go for humans like First Aid or Ambulon, since they are far more gentle with their words than he is to them

The annoyance to that particular fae, though, doesn't last too long.

It was a busy day at the hospital. Darkness veiled the night. He's working the night shift again and everyone had gone to their quarters. The halls are empty. It feels a little isolating but he'll have to make do.

After a small dreadful nap on his desk that left his throat sore and back.pained — Pharma wakes up with something warm over his back. He sits up straight and the something his back billows and pool to the ground. A — he pinches the material between his fingers, eyebrows cocked — blanket?

And the sprinkled dust of glitter on one end drew a smile to that face.

"Good, little cretin."

Pharma and fae aren't particularly close after, but he does acknowledge the fae and does, a little bit, grow more tolerant of them. In the gardens, where he'd go out for fresh air and a semblance for peace, fae would perch on his shoulder as he reads his book. Their tiny legs would swing aimlessly as their eyes peering over to read.

He's not sure the little thing understands but when he'd flip a page a little too early, he's halted by their itty hands and a trill. Pharma waits little, couldn't resist raising a finger and scratching the back of their ears, before turning the page after.

He couldnt retract his finger since fae is already nuzzling against it. So he keeps it there for as long as he remembers ( he couldn't perform surgery and had First Aid take over because of how sore his hand was).

Post-delphi Pharma, though. Yikes, okay. Everything is in shambles. Tarn comes and goes, and as he goes, chaos runs rampant and dances along every crook and cranny of Delphi like a forest fire.

Pharma isn't spared, either.

Fae, and the many others, find themselves scuttling away to a nearby forest. Their friend, a fae with green streaks to their wings, breedles to them about a new hideout in the caves.

Fae nods and follows along, before the group breaks off unceremoniously when a panther had caught on to their little group.

Fae persists to a different path. In doing so, unluckily encounters a bandit when they were trying to flee. It's not your usual, pillaging, loot lover bandit — these were the ones who snatch faeries and strip them of their magic dust.

A lot of fae's have been caught recently and the growing numbers are not one to mess with.

And, a quick scuffle between the two, led to fae hitting the floor hard. They squeak weakly, pawing the ground, trying and failing to flutter their wings. But it hurts. Thair back hurts. Their body hurts

Distraught, the shadow closes in on them, eyes of the bandit white half-moons of mirth as hands almost curl around fae's body—

And a sickening splat resounds after.

Fae opens their eyes and sees a different man looming. It's Pharma, eyes half lidded as he stares over the crook of his nose, down at the body in front of him — not the fae.

One side of his cheek had blood smeared across and over his hand, curls a crimson mottled axe. Fae doesn't want to see what's left of the body and looks away with a small shuddered trill, arms covering their faces.

This isn't the Pharma they knew..

Crass as he were — Pharma would never be so grotesquely vulgar as this.

The medic regards the little cretin for a moment, likely assessing the damage of their wings. He notices there's a stutter in the movements. Muscles, strained. Arms, limp.

Then, with another look to the body, silently, pharma grabs the fae with his free hand — blatantly ignoring their startled trills and their little kicks — and starts heading back to Delphi.

Everything was quiet. The hallways were quiet. The evening air was quiet. Even the gardens they so often mingle about — were dreadfully stale.

Pharma lays the fae down on the table, who scuttles to the edge in a fit of panic.

"I did tell the man to go after the least energetic ones." He murmered and pinches their ankle to stop their movements

Fae kicks at his fingers. He doesn't budge. Instead, he brings out wires from a drawer and starts coiling them into rings.

"Seems like he doesn't very much like listening to my orders." The wires were cold to their wrists then more cooler around ankles. "He's got what's coming, poor fellow. But that's done, now. I don't have to pay him, anymore. He's done enough—"

Fae let's out a squeal and thrashes around.

"Oh, don't give me that look, cretin. You'd think I'd spare your kind after the potential results you could give me?" He says lowly and clamps his entire hand on their body.

The table rattles..Fae shudders and weakly trills, pawing away at his palm. Tears sting their cheeks.

"But no worries." He leans closer. A small smile. "I'm fond of you, I'll give you that. That's only if the gift I'm planning to give you is of your taste. Look around, cretin. A new wing i've culled — just for you. You can choose as many as you like."

And fae swivels around, heart lurching in their chest. They've realized there were jars all around, perched in the shelves and were filled with faes...

Limp shadows. No longer bright. No longer breathing.

A particular jar caught their eye. They were wings. The miniscule body is a mere silhouette under the dim light. And, streaks of green dances across the glint of the wings.

[runningfrom2am]

i am a god

summary: after a fatal bar fire leaves the whole city distraught, your best friend can’t help but notice that you couldn’t care less.

pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader

wc: 3.9k

tags/warnings: possession, violence, blood, gore, s/h elements, death, all that fun stuff. also reader is a psycho. semi-platonic jj x reader, SOME jjiara (i couldnt resist- sorry kie girl ily), implications of a non-straight reader, manipulation.

a/n: this is for day one of obx week!! day one: au with jj maybank! if you couldn’t tell by now, i went with a jennifer’s body au. don’t ask why, it honestly just came to me in a raven simone style vision and i honestly hate the final product. but i thought it was so perfect getting into the spooky season :)

i hope you enjoy and i’ll see you again tomorrow for my first ever john b fic!!

disclaimer!! : please be mindful of the warnings on this one! there are references to assault and violence and self-harm so if any of this is disturbing for you please do not read this! come back tomorrow for some fluff :)

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"JJ, it's literally not that deep. Don't be a baby. It'll be fun." You scoff, throwing your bag over your shoulder as you get up off his bed.

"For you, maybe. I don't get why I have to come." JJ sighs, following you down his hallway anyways as you sway your hips in the cocky way you always do.

"Because we're best friends. Duh."

"Okay, sure, but what am I meant to do when you ditch me to go hook up with the lead singer like you're insisting you will?"

"His name is Rafe Cameron, and he's an absolute rocket." You giggle. "You're not gonna join us?" You tease, turning to him and tilting your head.

"No, Y/N. I'd really rather not." JJ pushes your hands away as you reach out to fix his shirt.

"You're so boring, J." You pout, huffing and walking out the door. As usual, JJ follows like a lost puppy.

At school the next day, all anyone can talk about is how the bar you had been in got burnt down. All JJ can think about is that awful dream he had after he saw you off in the bands van, leaving him behind to go have sex with Rafe Cameron. The dream that you'd come back to his house, eaten all his food, and puked this awful black liquid all over his floor before trying to attack him, hesitating, and then running out- he even dreamt that he cleaned it all up. The uneasy feeling in his gut the only tangible evidence of the event.

"JJ, would you believe it if I told you he genuinely believed I was a virgin?" You whisper in the boys ear, coming seemingly out of nowhere and draping your arm over his shoulder in the school hallway.

"Honestly? No, I wouldn't." JJ replies, slamming his locker shut. "He must have been dumber than I imagined."

You giggle, taking a step back from him to lean against the lockers. "Even so, the sex was subpar at best. It was really upsetting. Almost traumatic, even." You sigh dramatically.

"Can't you have the slightest bit of empathy? People died last night, Y/N." JJ whispers, hoping you're not drawing too much attention to them in the quieter than normal hallway.

You roll your eyes. "Loosen up, Jayj. It's literally not that deep."

"It is, actually!" JJ replies, shocked as you start to walk away.

"Love ya! Catch you later." You blow him a kiss and strut off, leaving him to shake his head in embarrassment. You've always been a force to reckon with, and truly no one understood why the two of you were friends, but even this was out of character for you.

Later that day, Topper Thornton had turned up dead in the forest behind your school. You had paid no mind. It had been a month since then, and JJ saw you in person less and less, despite how close you always had been. You called him frequently though, hushed voices crackling over the landline late at night to make up for missed time.

He took the opportunity of you not incessantly calling him to invite over his girlfriend. Kie had always put up with your friendship, but she wasn't your biggest fan- the way you walked all over him never rubbing her the right way. Why would it? Regardless, she was thankful to spend some time with him one on one without you there to ruin her mood.

It's when JJ freezes on top of her, muttering about how something is wrong and he needs to find you, that Kie snapped. Internally, that is. That was the final straw. She would go to the upcoming formal with him, and then they were done. She just couldn't take it anymore. JJ didn't really care that when both of them fled his house to their separate cars, Kie had left in a huff with a slam of her door. He was only really worried about you.

The panic rose in his chest as he got on his bike, revving up the engine and taking off. He didn't know where he was driving, just that he was driving to you. He took a right onto a dead street he hardly ever drove down, scanning the dark street based only on his gut feeling that you were close. What he didn't expect, was seeing you stumble out of the woods, if that even was the word, covered in blood as the red fluid dropped down your chin.

He screams, swerving out of the way as you stop right in his path, almost rolling his bike in an attempt to not hit you. He screeches to a stop at the side of the street, looking around frantically with his chest heaving. You were gone. JJ thinks he's going crazy- did he see what he thought he saw? There's no way, right?

As he shakes his head to knock some sense into himself, he looks forward and sees you standing right in front of him again. "Hi, J." You smile. Did you always have fangs?

JJ screams again, hammering the reverse and flying back on the bike, frantically turning around and speeding off. Whatever that was was not you. That was not his best friend.

In his panic and fear, he made it home and screamed for his father who JJ, for the first time ever, wished was home. Of course he wasn't. He sighs and wipes away his fearful tears, running upstairs to his room and crawled into bed in the dark. He lets out a sigh of relief- finally, he should be able to sleep, hellbent on admitting himself to a psych ward first thing in the morning. He must be losing his mind.

"Hi." He jolts up when he hears you speak, cheery as ever and feels you shift beside him to sit up.

"Oh my god!" He screams, leaping out of bed and smacking the light on.

"God, JJ- enough with the screaming! You're such a pussy." You say, kneeling on his bed in nothing but one of his t-shirts and your underwear.

"Get out!" JJ shouts in response, cutting you off and pointing to the door.

You pout, placing your hands on your lap. "But we always share your bed when we have slumber parties." JJ takes in your appearance. You were clean, head to toe; not a hair out of place or a drop of blood to be seen.

He doesn't say anything, breathing heavily as he stares at you in partial relief. He may be crazy, but at least you're not trying to kill him. You sit up on your knees and move to the edge of his bed, reaching out to him with a small smile on your face. "I'm not gonna bite you..." You smile, placing your hands on his shoulders, gently rubbing them.

"I'm afraid you might." JJ mutters, uncertain as he feels you play with the hair at the back of his neck.

Your smile grows slightly and you pull your lower lip between your teeth. "Only if you want me to." You shrug, suddenly leaning in. Closer, closer, until your lips are almost touching.

JJ is horrified, frozen as you brush your thumb over his bottom lip before ever so gently pushing your lips together. He can't even bring himself to close his eyes while you kiss him, but something draws him into the temptation to kiss you back. Eventually, as you lay back on the bed, he lays over you and kisses you again, in some sort of trance as you hook your leg up over his hip.

"Wait- what the fuck is happening?" He quickly pushes himself off of you and sits up.

"My god, J bug, what's gotten into you?" You chuckle, sitting up again and tilting your head at him in a way he's all too familiar with.

"I saw you! I saw- I saw you in the street covered in blood and now you're just here like nothing happened and we're kissing and I have a girlfriend and you know that and I-" JJ rambles on in a panic, trying desperately to figure out what is going on with him.

"Blah, blah, blah-" You cut him off. "Slow down, tardy slip. You sound like a sped."

"I'm gonna call the police." JJ nods, settling on what he has to do, even if he doesn't know how they'll help.

"Uh, okay, why don't you narc me out? I have the cops in my back pocket. I'm fucking a cadet, remember?" You say smugly, crossing your legs and leaning back.

"What do you want from me?" JJ sighs. He knows you're right, and he's crazy anyways- so what would calling the cops even do?

"I just want to explain some things to you." You admit. "Besides, best friends don't keep secrets. Right?"

JJ just nods, waiting for you to continue.

"'Kay, so remember the night of the fire? I got really messed up. And those guys from Low Shoulder, Rafe's band, are like totally evil. They're basically like agents of Satan with really awesome haircuts." You explain the whole ideal- how you insisted you were a virgin and they should find someone with more experience if their plan was assault. True fear like none other completely enveloped you, up until you passed out from blood loss and pain from their masochistic ritual- all in an attempt to get famous. From the second you left JJ's side at the burning dive bar you knew something wasn't right. Fear was the last emotion you felt, but you left that, and the fact that you were screaming for him in what should have been your final moments, out of the story.

"They killed you..." JJ mutters, a tear dropping quickly from his eye and staining his shirt.

"Well I'm still here, aren't I?" You scoff, seemingly unfazed now by the horrific events. "I mean, they did go all Benihana on my ass with that knife and it should have killed me, but for some reason it didn't."

JJ shifts uncomfortably. "Maybe it did."

"Anyway," You quickly brush off his comment, avoiding his eyes as you pick at your nails. "I don't really remember what happened after that. I just know that I woke up and I found my way back to you."

"I remember." JJ nods. He wasn't dreaming- it was real. It was all real, and he curses himself for not checking his trash to see if he really had cleaned up your mess that night.

"I couldn't bring myself to hurt you." You smile softly at him, leaning now on your elbow. "I mean, I'm a really good friend, but I was just so hungry. And ever since then, I just knew what I had to do to be strong."

JJ goes to speak, trying to understand but he has so many questions, when you just continue anyways. "And when I'm full, like I am right now, I'm like, unkillable." You say, a smug tone to your voice. "Like, I can do shit like this. Watch."

You grab a pen from beside the bed, and before JJ can even get a word out you're plunging the tip into your forearm and dragging it down towards your wrist. His eyes widen in horror, reaching out for you as you remove the metal from your arm. "It's really cool! Just watch, look." You stop him, the lighthearted tone of your voice settling him only slightly as he watches the blood drip down your skin. Within moments, all of the blood retreats the way it came, back into your body as the deep cut seals back up.

You smile and make a sucking noise, mimicking the one your skin made as the cut completely disappeared. "It's like some X-Men shit, right?"

JJ watches in awe and confusion, staring at the place on your arm where your skin should still be broken. "What do you mean, 'when you're full'?" He asks after a moment, eyes returning to yours again. "Why were you covered in blood?"

Your smile fades quickly as you look back at him, unsure how to explain. Or if you want to.

"You didn't even look human." JJ adds, genuine fear and worry behind his eyes.

"You know, J-Bug, maybe you should talk to somebody about these disturbing thoughts that you're having..." You shake your head at him as you speak. "We're all really concerned. Especially Kie."

JJ shakes his head and stands up. He didn't expect you to gaslight him, especially when you just showed him to his face that you're invincible now, and now that he knows what really happened to you the night of the fire. "I think she may be having second thoughts about you." You continue, and he's fed up. He points to the door dejectedly.

"Leave." He tells you firmly.

"Come on, JJ, let me stay the night." You plead. "We can play boyfriend-girlfriend like we used to." It sounds like you're offering it to him, like it should be something tempting, but it isn't to him. Or at least he thinks it shouldn't be- but in reality he would love nothing more than to let you stay.

He sighs, looking away from you. He knows he wouldn't be able to say no. You nod almost sadly to yourself and get up, pulling your pyjama pants on before climbing up to the window.

"What are you doing?" He asks as he turns, seeing you go to the window instead of the door as you climb up onto the ledge.

"Uhm, you said to leave. See you at school." You reply snarkily, and before he says anything else, you're gone.

After attending another funeral for a boy JJ hardly knew and then one for a girl he also hardly knew, with new information knowing that his best friend was the one doing this, he couldn't just sit on it. He had to do something, he had to figure out what was wrong with you. He started with something he never did; reading.

He concluded after weeks of reading, that you're possessed. More specifically, by a succubus; and he's going to have to kill you. A blade to the heart when you're at your weakest. Even though he hasn't spoken to you since you left his room that night, he doesn't know if he can do it. But he certainly can't sit and watch while you kill every boy or girl in your school and eat them for brunch.

His breakup with Kie was hard- but she didn't believe him. He could see it in her eyes when he tried to explain that she thought he was crazy- that he needed help. To Kie, of course he would ditch their plans to go to the dance together just to "watch" you. She should have known that he was always going to choose you.

As she walks to the spring formal all alone, her lavender dress swaying in the breeze, she's startled by the sound of a bird flapping its wings not far away. When she turns back around, she's faced with you. "Kie, didn't you hear me calling your name?" You ask, ignoring how startled she already seems.

"You weren't." Kie looks you over. Under your makeup your eyes are sunken, you look tired and thin- despite any attempts made to cover it up.

"Yes I was." You insist.

"I-I couldn't hear it." She stutters, uneasy with the interaction already.

"Listen, I need to talk to you about you-know-who." You say, wringing your hands in front of you as if you're nervous. "Our little J-Bug."

Kie nods a little. While she's never been your biggest fan, it seems that you do have his best interest at heart. You're worried about him too. You grab her hand and lead her off towards the old pool building so you can talk somewhere more private.

"He's been... acting a little off." Kie says as you head up towards a wooded area.

You sigh, stopping and turning to face her. "Look, I think I know what's wrong with him."

"What? What is it?"

"You know how JJ has been really upset since Sophie Mally died?" You say, dropping her hand. Kie nods, looking confused. "Well, it's not just because she was like, brutally murdered and stuff." You hesitate, bringing a hand up to your head. "I don't want to say this, I-"

"Just say it." Kie insists, already battling with what she knew you were about to say.

"JJ and Sophie were intimate." You say, suddenly showing no hesitation. "And by that, I mean they were porking on a semi-regular basis." Any empathy in your tone and face was long gone, Kie could see that, but it looked like you were trying.

She just shakes her head a little, avoiding looking at you. It's not entirely beyond the realm of possibility that he was cheating, and hearing someone you're close with get murdered could cause a mental break like the one he was clearly having. She just expected that if he was ever to cheat, that it would have been with you. She didn't want to believe it, though.

"Trust me, they were doing things you've never even heard of. Total varsity moves." You add when she doesn't reply.

"Okay, Y/N! I get it!" She snaps, surprisingly making you smile.

"I just, you know- I can't believe he would mess with you like that. I told him it was wrong, that he shouldn't do that to you but I was totally caught in the middle. I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner... I was just scared, I guess." You explain, smile faltering towards the end. "I didn't want to hurt him, but I see now how it could hurt you more. I didn't want anyone to get hurt. Truly. I care about you both so deeply."

Kie chews on her lip as she listens. If you were in her shoes, it would be really hard. She understands why you wouldn't tell her, even if she needed to know.

"I care about you so much, Kie." You add, grasping her hand again. "More than I have ever had the guts to admit."

You step closer, running your hand up her arm now. "JJ didn't deserve a girl like you."

As JJ stands inside the gym, basking in the sickening irony of Low Shoulder agreeing to play at their formal, he faces the nerves that he hasn't seen you yet. Thankfully, he also hasn't seen Kie, who he begged not to come. She was stubborn, like you, so he expected his ex to show up anyways just to spite him.

As he lifts the plastic cup of punch up to his lips, he gets a shiver that reverberates through all his bones like he just jumped in a frozen lake. Kie. Your voice echoes in his mind, and suddenly it's no wonder he hadn't seen either of you there.

He rushes out of the building following only his gut instinct- like when he got on his bike all those weeks ago. His intuition will take him to you.

By the time he runs away from the school, through the forested area and up to the pool house, he can hear Kie screaming for help. He rushes in through a window, stumbling over the overgrown vines and his eyes land on you and Kie in the dirty pool. "Kie!" He shouts, making only brief eye contact with her before you turn from where you had your back to him. Your jaw looked almost unhinged- and there were those fangs again, this time covered in the blood of his ex girlfriend while the colour drains from her skin.

He dives in without another thought, attempting to pull you off of her, shoving you away as quickly as he can. Under the water you see the two of them- JJ between Kie and you. You can't hurt him. You just can't.  They scramble to get out of the water and you find yourself levitating out instead- it's more graceful, that way. Kie should be embarrassed, you think- suppressing the urge to laugh at her as they struggle.

"She can fly?" Kie coughs out, blood pouring from the puncture wounds in her neck now.

"I guess!" JJ replies, just as your feet land on the ground. "Y/N- this is insane! You can't keep killing people!"

"God, you just don't get it." You scoff, crossing your arms.

"No, I do. I do, I know what's going on with you." He insists, still standing between you and Kie.

You shake your head, rolling your eyes at him. "God, J-Bug, don't you care about me at all? If you know everything about me like you say you do, you should know I have to do this."

"You don't! If you were the Y/N I knew you would have killed yourself to avoid this." JJ says, and the air gets thick. "You were never a good friend to me! When we were little you broke my toys, poured juice in my shoes, not to mention all the weed you never paid me a dime for, but you would never do this."

"And now I'm eating your girlfriend." You scowl. "See? At least I'm consistent."

"Why do you need her?" He asks, dirty water dripping from his hair and down his face and neck. "You could have anybody that you want, Y/N. So... why Kie?"

"Ugh, god. Boys are so dumb sometimes." You chuckle to yourself. "You know why."

JJ's chest is heaving as he takes in your appearance. You look nothing like you used to.

"You're actually gonna make me say it?" You laugh, Kie jumping a little where she's sitting on the ground behind him, startled by the loud noise. "Because you're my boyfriend. I have loved you for years in a way no one else ever has. A way no one else ever will."

"Do you mean that?" JJ mutters.

"JJ!" Kie gasps, shocked that he would even consider believing this crap.

"Every word, babe." You smile softly, nodding as you step closer to him.

"JJ, come on! You can't be buying this!" Kie cries out.

"I mean it, I swear." You say again, attempting to drown her out as you place a hand on his cheek. He flinches only slightly before leaning into your touch. "I pinky promise."

For the first time in months, you were being real- you had the energy to be yourself, despite the fact that you were starving. You couldn't live a life like this without him, and you wouldn't leave him behind.

"Come with me." You whisper, leaning closer. "We can be perfect together, J."

He glanced briefly down at Kie, who no longer has the energy to protest.

"Don't you love me?" You ask, jutting your lip out in a familiar pout and you tilt your head.

"I.. I do, yeah." He nods, his voice barely above a whisper.

"This will only be a pinch, J-Bug." You smirk, kissing him briefly, softly, before moving quickly down to his shoulder and biting down on his soft skin. He cries out until you pull away, a small smile forming on your blood stained lips.

You've never looked more beautiful to him.

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[streetkid-named-desire]

Rat, it’s a blessing that you were removed from the server because you’re STILL stirring drama proving exactly why you got booted. We made the right decision, you are a black hole void of drama and it never stops with you.

You sure are tough when you’re saying horrible things about everyone else and talking shit then you run and cry to tumblr with your “waa waa why everyone so mean to me =(“ at any minor criticism or when someone tells you to stop making them uncomfortable. Get a mirror and look at it real good because you are awful.

how am i the one still stirring up drama when i stopped posting about it on like tuesday outside of some personal reflections about social skills and being autistic lol

yesterday someone replied to a post, two days after i stopped talking about it, that i deleted and blocked the individual. today, three days later after my last post, i get this anon.

all i did was defend myself from a public accusation that i was purposefully spreading misinformation. then i get banned and blocked for something i had no idea i was doing outside of the p**ky shit because no one told me it was upsetting. and so because i couldnt defend directly and talk through whatever the fuck was going on and settle shit amicably and like mature adults i posted my reply

the only drama i take responsibility for actually starting is the shit with the flat chest lol anything else has just been me using my personal blog as a personal blog where i talk about my thoughts and feelings around the game and writing and modding and people more popular than me in modding

i really do not understand this obsession with me. is it because i refuse to back down? refuse to conform? refuse to make myself palatable? like sorry im abrasive? sorry im uncompromising? sorry i stand up to bullies and am open about my distaste in the social fabric of the modding community?

i dont think you people understand how tumblr works and how personal blogs work and what it means to vent on tumblr? maybe you should get your own outlet to also scream into the void like me so you can be normal and courteous and nice in your direct one on one interactions. you know, compartmentalize your shit and just treat each other like coworkers you dont like.

anyway, stop looking at my blog and finding things to pick at lol it doesn't matter. none of this fucking matters y'know? it's a fun hobby. just let it be a fun hobby.

something that is very painful but very good to cultivate is resisting the urge to have the last word, like you're trying to do now. it's especially hard if you're prone to rejection sensitive dysphoria but here are some cognitive behavioral skills that can help too (CBT gets a bad rap for like trauma therapy especially but it is useful when your thoughts actually aren't helpful and are irrational)

Perspective: Remind yourself it really, truly doesn't matter and is an actual waste of your time and energy. You deserve to feel good and arguing and cyberbullying and shit just makes you feel bad. I should know, I was a cyberbully in my early 20s exactly because I was so so deeply depressed. But, whatever conflict you got going on is just a blip on the radar as my mom would say.

Do you have all the facts? If you're sitting there and stressing and making assumptions about how someone feels or what they think, remind yourself that you can't read minds. There's no point in stressing if you don't have all the facts.

It's okay for people to be wrong about you: Not everyone has to like you or approve of you. It's normal to want that from your peers, but you have to learn to be comfortable with that not being the case. Again, perspective. Unless it's someone you genuinely care about and want to maintain a relationship with, it doesn't matter!

Let the emotions wash over you like a wave: This one is the absolute hardest, especially if you're autistic, because it's such a physically rotten feeling. But it will help. Put the phone away, lay down, and just cry. Don't be afraid of your feelings. Imagine you're in the sand at a beach, close to the tide, and just let the feelings wash over you and your body like a warm, soothing wave. They'll go away, you just gotta feel through them first.

idk it just sucks to see this because i've been where you are and it truly does just make you and your life so much worse. it will make you happier to just let shit go. to just move on. to accept that people are allowed to and may not like you and that's fine. they don't matter. i don't matter to you. i'm not doing anything but sitting here writing my little stories, taking my little pics, making my little mods, and just having fun. and occasionally venting!

move on with your life. i mean nothing to you anymore. i have no nefarious plans or deeds against you. that's why i blocked you on everything. because i don't care anymore.

and yet here we are with an anon message three days after i posted my last reflection about being autistic in fandom.

[bloodsbane]

i didnt wanna talk about it in the tags of that last post bc it's only vaguely related, but that topic reminded me of when i (at least 21-25 years old by then but i cant remember when) got extremely upset at my younger sister (8 year difference) for wearing one of my shirts. it was a nice tshirt, one of my favorites, and we were visiting my grandparents. it ended up becoming a whole Thing because i wanted her to take it off and she kept resisting my polite but instant requests and then she started getting bratty and my mom treated me like i was childish for it

but god it really is like that huh... even as an adult it can feel so impossible to have a sense of ownership or boundary with your younger sibling sometimes. and i mean it's more an issue of respect than anything. that incident ended up with me in tears bc i just couldnt understand why it was SO difficult for them to say 'okay, it's your shirt and you asked me repeatedly not to wear it, so i wont'

not to mention my sister always had a habit of borrowing my clothes without asking, and then getting openly pissy when she did ask and id say no (she was always asking to wear sentiment shit too, like a hoodie my best friend/ex girlfriend gifted me in high school)

my sister is NOT someone to be trusted with others' property, she doesnt take extra care and tends to easily lose track of stuff. it's soooo not unreasonable for me to not want her to wear one of my shirts, especially when she knows it's mine and didn't ask if she could wear it first

but yeah i guess im just saying it doesn't matter how old you get, it sucks to have your things taken from you and then everyone treats you like youre a huge, unreasonable baby for not just Allowing It. and ESPECIALLY when you're a grown ass adult who still can't put their foot down about a personal boundary and have anyone listen to you without it becoming a Thing when it totally didnt need to be =m=

[hotgirlstiles]

hotgirlstiles fic recs!!

VERY SPECIFIC REC: u know those fics where its alive hale family and theyre all a little older and stiles has the BIIIIGGEST cutest crush on derek hale except he isnt close w derek but he IS close w the entire hale family who is practically in love w him?? well boy do i have TWO fics for you…

only by entering the wolf’s den and the key!! these are probably the cutest and greatest fics to ever live.. also more recs under the cut cause i have been collecting them like gold

everything, everywhere (every day) is a pack vacation fic and IM SOOOOO OBSESSED WITH THIS SHEESH. dereks ablittke annoying but fucking hell its SO worth it 😭😭 my mom was listening to the song true loudly from the other room and it started playing during the confession scene and desr god it felt like a fucking movie bro

everything, everywhere (every day) is a pack vacation fic and IM SOOOOO OBSESSED WITH THIS SHEESH. dereks ablittke annoying but fucking hell its SO worth it 😭😭 my mom was listening to the song true loudly from the other room and it started playing during the confession scene and desr god it felt like a fucking movie bro

keep it together <3 sorry couldnt resist not putting it here i feel like i’ll always include this in every fic rec i have 💗 it’s my most favorite supernatural creature stiles fic to exist 🫶🫶🧸

california is a series and it has two works and i swear to god bro it’s the hottest fucking fic i have ever read. it’s pure smut though so don’t get mad at me 😭 its genuinely so hot and is everything i like..

all the roads that led to you OF COURSE A SWEET SWEET WONDERFUL DEREK CHARACTERIZATION POST S2 FIC <33333 yall already KNOWWWW how fucking obsessed i am w post s2 fics where the characterizations are just fucking CHEFS KISS! this is so so good (my bookmarked lines: “if i lose you, too, i’m not surviving it this time.” / he wishes he could turn 18 and suddenly wash his hands under the sea the way macbeth yearned to.)

it’s pack research ok this is a littke pwp that focused more on the plot but its soooo cute 😭 stiles decides to read werewolf erotica and its sooo silly.. the pack makes fun of him though and the author wrote it rly well .. this is just so goofy i loooorv it 🥰

things thicker than water 🥺🥺 okay y’all already know how much i love me some whump stiles and this author is a fucking GOLDMINE for whump stiles ESPECIALLY stiles claudia relationship! their fics r my fucking fave honestly theyre always on the forefront of my mind.. this one is of my faves especially <3

words alone !!! another one of my fav nogitsune fics 🥺 just fucking obsessed with their relationship in this one and how derek handles the whole situation. just obsessed with derek

unstable OKAY I POSTED THIS ALREADY BUT I JUST HAD TO SAY IT AGAIN. this is one of my fav fucking fics holy shit. stiles is psychotic and its just. really good. i love how the author handles it and how it affects stiles’ relationships and i especially love how derek reacts to it. i just fucking love this whole fic i lovelovelove this derek characterization it’s everything to me🥺

love so hard, it could rip my throat out All right.. another post s2 fic.. sorry i’m a little obsessed with these type of fics abd by that i mean post s2 and sterek a little unhealthy and hiding from everyone and finding solace in each other and derek isnt some weird asshole macho asshole.. hes just in love with stiles.. dear lord!

let’s get lost. really really REALLY good fic! its. kinda canon divergence from s3a and it just deals with stiles issues from the darkness and again. very amazing derek characterization. what do yall expect from me 🤷‍♀️

first son, last chance THIS IS SOOOOO GOOD it’s way way intense and violent especially in the last parts but its SO good. yall know how much i love me some bodyguard derek sooo 🥰🥰😘

a bro’s guide to surviving an assassination attempt. ANOTHER BODYGUARD DEREK 🥰🥰🥰 this one was reallyyyyy really nice and goofy and cute! my bookmarked lines: i’m going to need you to be a big, brave boy for me now, okay? / god. you have hometown hero written all over you.

“… all Derek wants to do is lock him away in a safe place and then tear LA apart piece by piece until his claws are sunk in Kate’s throat. It’s revenge for his pack, yes, but there’s something else there, now. Something Stiles shaped.”

destiny sucks. this might be my last rec since its getting too long 😭 but sheesh. this one. just love derek in this one. its post s3a and stiles dealing w the darkness & his spark yet again but how derek deals w/ his anxiety attacks is just so 🥺once read this while listening to this love by taylor swift and sobbed violently

through time and space is really reallyyyyy cute 🥺 derek gets time traveled to the past (he’s from the future where theyre older n rogether) and sees teenager stiles and is just. ahhhh its so so sweet and endearing i love this so much

ok i lied. the taming of the wolf! canon divergence where derek lives in the burnt hale house nd stiles befriends him.. heehee<3 its all so sweet and cute. one scene always stays w me it’s derek fighting and screams at stiles to run and stiles actually does because he knows derek trusts him to do it and knows that derek wouldnt want him to get hurt 🥺 its a really nice difference from the usual stiles scenes when derek says that and it was really sweet to me.. like it makes sense to me..

OK LAST ONE I PROMMY. the beginner’s guide to everyday magic. Ok. stiles gets pushed out of the pack BUT IN A WAY THAT MAKES TOOOOTAL SENSE! yall know i wouldnt give yall a pushed out of pack that doesnt make any sense! this shit was toooo good! stiles moves to the countryside and its just SO good. really warm and good

OK LAST ONE AGAIN. all your problems are distractions. ok this doesnr focus on sterek much because it’s post s3a where scott is being his usual adorable self who just wants to help allison & stiles but it kinda goes crazy 🥺 allison and stiles’ genders are changed and it’s basically a story on how they handle it. i am not immune to a really good and cute stallison fic okay!

WAIT WAIT OKAY LAST ONE LEGIT! traces by siand!!!!! one of the few siand fics i like LOL this is a deleted fic.. its post nogitsune and im soooo fucking in love w this it’s basically everything i want and need in a Post nogutsune fic!! ALSO THE DEREK IN THIS ONE IS SOOO FUCKING GOOD YALLLL i wish siand would go back to writing derek like this uts sooo fucking good 😭 def recommend!

wait okay this one FUCK i almost forgot! but thunderstorms and police lullabies. THIS THE FUCKING ONE UALLLLL!!!! fix it fic for before boyd dies .. oh gid man. just a really good fic for stiles healing and a wonderful pack. its seriously one of the fics i always reread its so so soothing and healing. kinda wish the sciles was a little better but its honestly so worth it..

ok that’s all ❤️❤️❤️ enjoy the fics .. 💗

[football-whore]

u walking into neymar jerking off moaning ur name like crazy and it turns u ONNNN

Omg yess it will probably be shit since i'm writing three other smut while writing this so yea. And why are all my other writings than the smuts getting so little attention.

And Happy birthday to Neymar!!!

Warnings: Smut just smut.

And I am tryna do this based on a Haaland smut I read not too long ago and I wanna give credits but I dont remember who wrote it so im sorry for the person who wrote it and I love you<333

You were neighbors with the one and only Neymar Jr. When you had lived there for a while you had started to develop a crush on him but Didn't wanna tell him since he is your neighbor. But on day that changes.

Your has needed to be renovated and that meant that you couldn't be able to live in there for a while so you had to live somewhere else.

And the first person to ask you if you wanted to live at their house while your house got renovated was Neymar. It actually made you happy so you accepted the offer.

The day of the renovating finally came so you packed a bag with some things and went over to Neymars.

You couldn't even ring on the doorbell because Neymar had already opened up for you. "Hi Y/n! Welcome in!" Neymar said and so you did "I hope i'm not any trouble!" you said and Neymar shaked his head to say no.

"No not at all!" He said and you smiled. He took your bag and showed you around.

"You can sleep in the guest room if your okay with that!" He said and you said "Of course!". He quickly showed you to the guest room putting your bag on the bed "Make yourself at home!" he said and you smiled as he left the room.

After a while you two play a board game and you were winning but he knocked one of your characters down. It rolled under the table you two were sitting at.

You kneeled down to get it showing off your ass making Neymar horny. He bit on his under lip feeling that he got a boner so he took his hand over it and stood up "I..I am kinda tired so Im gonna go up and sleep" he said.

You got confused as you heard him run upstairs but you tried to ignore it and started to clean up the game.

After you cleaned up you decided to go to bed aswell but you stopped when you walked past Neymars door. You thought you heard your name and you did but not in a way you excpected.

"Omg!Y/n!" You heard Neymar moan. You felt your clit starting to get a little wet.

You out one of your hands on your clit and started to rub a bit not wanting to disturb Neymar.

But once he moaned your name one last time you couldnt resist anymore you wanted him inside of you. So you pushed the door open revealing yourself to Neymar. "Y/N! omg..It's not what it looks like..!" He said covering himself.

"So you want me or what?" you ask biting down on your lip.

You walked over to the bed and sat down next to him grabbing his shaft. He looked at you biting his lip as you started to slowly rub up and down on his shaft.

"Omg!" he groaned as you continued. After sometime you finally stopped and took off your clothes instead aswell as your bra leaving you only in your panties.

"Do you like what you see?" you ask as you take off your panties and he nods.

You finally sit yourself down ontop of him teasing his throbbing shft with you clit. After teasing him you finally sit yourself on his member letting a slight moan come out of your mouth.

He gripped onto your hips as you tried to get used to his huge length and when you did you started to move.

"Your so big!" you moaned as you felt him inside of you.

The thrusting got fast very quickly making you reach your climax very quickly.

But even tho you reached yours Neymar still continued going faster and rougher hitting your sweet spot multi times.

"Y/n you feel so freaking good!" Neymar moaned as he finally reached his orgasm pulling out of you. You rolled off of him laying beside him and he rolled his arms around you cuddling you kinda.

"I guess you dont need to sleep in the guest room anymore!" He joked and you rolled your eyes and laughed a little.

/-/-/

I had no time to finish this yesterday since I had training and stuff so here's a kinda late birthday smut for neymar

And please if you wrote the orginial pls dm me or something so I can credit you and everyone else can you please write more requests so I can write anyways love yall!! <333

[ron99hardy]

- Wading -

I watched Tommy shove a piece of cake off my plate into his mouth, while I sipped on my tea, eyeing him over the rim of the mug.

,,You sure you cant finish this?’’

,,Yeah, go ahead.’‘ I assured, slowly pushing the half eaten plate towards him. ,,You look like you haven’t eaten in a while.’‘

,,I’m on a diet actually.’‘

I didn’t need to ask further for what he restricted his food for. From the past knowledge I understood it was for nothing, but a fight. I couldn’t help more than let out a sigh after realisation.

His eyes quickly flicked to mine, before dropping back down to his food.

,,What?’‘

,,Nothing.’‘

My chest started to form a heavy feeling I couldnt resist. The thought of him in an octagon didn’t leave a pleasant apprehension in the pit of my stomach, but I wouldn’t try to interfere. I couldnt.

From the first time I saw Tommy again, I could sense that no one could control what he does. He would sprint head first into a brick wall if that’s what he wanted to do. It wasn’t my place after all these years to enlighten him of what is right or wrong.

,,Are you okay?’‘ His voice was low, nevertheless the warmth was to be sensed. His gaze layed on mine, watching my face for any warning.

,,Yeah,’‘ I fidged the loose strands of my hair behind my ears. ,,I’m good.’‘ The smile didnt reach my ears completely.

I dropped the view I had of him just for a second, only to find his now grown piercing stare riveted on me. But it wasn’t my face that had his attention, it was the 22 carat that snug around my finger.

I felt insecure and exposed and because of that I rushed my hand from the strands down to my lap. The action prompted his eyes to move up to mine and I grew even more uncomfortable.

I could see the last bite he took forcefully make it’s way down his throat.

,,Nice ring.’‘ He kissed his teeth, pulling away his eyes from my puzzled ones.

The way the fork rushed down the empty plate stung my ears and send a wake up call through the diner.

Eyes from nearby tables landed on us, however I couldn’t move my view away from him.

His tongue poked the insides of his mouth, while a tiny smirk formed in the corner of his lips.

,,Of course she would.” He spoke to himself.

Sarcasm dripped from his tongue, it shot up quickly and dimmed as silence followed when he decided to gift me his side profile. 

Stillness was glued between us and I found myself wondering what he was thinking. He was way too quiet and him being quiet only meant that he was being analytical.

His jaw locked and flexed while his eyes tried to fixate a spot in the room.

,,I wanted to tell you.”

,,When?’‘ His question was rushed.

,,I got to see you just yesterday Tommy, do you think I would have jumped you and shoved you this in your face to tell you about it?’‘ My finger pointed to what should have brought me the biggest happiness one ever felt, but it didn’t.

,,You didn’t wear it yesterday.’‘ His arms folded on the table, peering at me through heavy eyelids. ,,A coincidence?’‘

,,You know I dont like jewelery.’‘ I kept my answer sparse. I knew what he was on about. He thought I would hide my bond from him, what somewhat is true to a degree. I didn’t want to surprise him with the news after our reunion. It wasnt my plan on stealing the light from him, with an event I knew he wasn’t okay with.

,,Since when?’‘

,,4 months.’‘ I answered meekly.

,,4 months and you didn’t dare writing me about it?’‘

,,No I didn’t.‘’ I nearly hissed. ,,It was so rare of you to write me back or get you on the phone. I didn’t want to irk your world with stages of my life.’‘

,,Are you serious? You getting married is ‘just’ a stage of your life for you?’‘

His question revealed more of myself than I wanted him to know.

,,Not married,’‘ I corrected him, fidgeting the ring on my finger. ,,I’m only engaged.’‘

He shifted in his seat but the movement was super stiff. ,,Yeah, makes it any better.’‘ 

I knew he was wound tight and unbidden and I wanted to do everything in my power to ease the tension. However, I was the cause and there was no way possible that I could fix a problem when I was the problem.

,,With who?’‘

The eagerness to know flickerd in his eyes, but at the same time how relaxed he looked didn’t give me any comfort. Tommy wasn’t to be underastimated when mellow.

,,Dave,’‘ I halted. ,, Dave Ivanick.” His name burning a displeased sensation in my mouth.

,,Do I know him?’‘

,,No.’‘

,,And what does Dave do?’‘ His face twisted.

,,Please Tommy, I think -’’

,,No,’’ He snapped only for me to hear. ,,I want to know.’’ 

I left the breath out that got held captive in my lungs. ,,He is a lawyer.’‘

,,A lawyer, okay.’‘ He slumped back on the seat and pressed his lips together. ,,Are you happy?’‘

I blinked, digesting his question.

,,Yeah, I am.’‘

My confession was only a lie because I was far away from being content with my life and didn’t want to declare my misery to him.

I saw him scrutinizing if I was deceptive. It made me uneasy. I hated how easily he saw through me and I was left to question how after all these years he still was able to read my being. 

No matter how hard I tried to form my words into creating a fake image around my condition, he could smell my bullshit from miles away like a freaking dog on patrol.

,,Does your Dad like him?’‘ Tommy’s voice startled my thoughts.

,,No.’‘

My Dad’s opinion on Dave enlightend my memory. ,,He is too ‘formal’ for him and not valorous.” I couldnt help smirking and rolled my eyes.

,,Yeah, you’re Dad is a rough dude, he doesn’t like just anybody.” He grinned, freeing the tension we were pinned under mere seconds ago.

,,Can you believe, we’re so grown that we talk about stuff like this now T?’‘ My eyelids flickered calmly as nostalgia hit me. ,,I can’t believe we’re so old now.’‘

,,You’re not old.’‘ His voice was full of confidence. ,,You still look great.’‘

I looked at him wide-eyed as my cheeks warmed. ,,Thank you. You look great yourself.’’ My compliment caused his lips to twitch into a grin that didn’t unfold into full potential.

,,But look,’‘ I pointed at my forehead. ,,you can already make out wrinkles.’‘ I wiggeled my eyebrows.

My belly flustered butterflies through my being when he offered me the biggest smile. Seeing grown up Tommy beam left me speechless and almost pacing my hand down my bag to grap my phone to perpetuate the moment forever.

I observed him incessantly, until his throat left a shaky cough, pressuring him to break the secret conversation our eyes held, only we were able to understand.

,,Why can’t you look at me Tommy?’‘

He shrugged. I wanted nothing more than to lose myself in the pool of green and blue again.

,,Look, I’m sorry. I know I should have told you.’‘ I stated.

My apologize didn’t reach his ears, as he made no attempt at looking at me again, so I repeated.

For some reason it took me some time to grasp that something different cought his attention and he wasn’t just staring into the distance.

Following his glare, my eyes zeroed on the door in the very back of the diner.

My eyes latching on to a person I knew all too well.

As though he sensed my stare, he looked between me and Tommy. His eyes instantly locked with mine when he was finally able to identify. 

I watched as his face morphed from confusion into joy.

Anxiety that I thought vaporized into nothingness was now coming back at full force, racing my heart uncomfortably.

I wanted nothing more than to morph into the depth of my seat, when Dave wandered towards our table.

His smile illuminated against the dim lights of the diner. It was rare to see someone so well dressed like him in an obsolescent place like this. The contrast therefore between delightful and depraved seemed comical.

,,Hey, baby.”

His hand graced my back and I couldn’t help but stiffen up at his touch.

Dave placed a quick pack on top of my head and while it should take me to the moon, it made me want to jump out of this place.

The tension was so thick. My eyes were busy dancing between both of them.

Tommy was staring curiously up at Dave, while Dave on the other hand was smiling gleefully down at me.

,,Who’s this?’‘ Dave’s brows furrowed in confusion.

My throat grew a lump I almost couldn’t swallow past.

,,Dave, this is Tommy,’’ I pointed at him, avoiding his glance. ,,and Tommy, this is Dave, my fiance.’‘

Speaking it out felt like poison being poured down my throat.

I couldn’t resist the heat any longer my cheeks felt. My past love was burning holes into my profile I was sure would never heal.

To my surprise, Tommy held out his hand first. ,,Nice to meet you Dave.’‘

The smile that formed on Tommy’s face was fake, but not fake enough for other people to recognize how much of an actor he could be.

,,Nice to meet you too Tommy.’‘ Dave’s voice was so innocent, it nearly drove me to the edge.

I cleared my throat as they both shook hands, landing four well known eyes on me.

,,Wait, so you are the ‘childhood friend Tommy’?’‘

I wanted to tell Dave that he was way more than that but bit my tongue.

,,Yeah, yeah I’m that friend.’‘ Tommy looked at me before heaving his glinted eyes back to Dave.

,,She doesn’t tell me much about you, but when she does I’m always eager to listen.’‘

,,Well, what did she tell you about me?’‘ Tommy quizzed, forcing me to lock eyes with him.

,,That would push your ego way too high.’‘ They both let out a laugh and I cringed.

I needed to get the fuck out of here.

My past colliding with my future made me sweat so much, I was sure a stream of moisture would fall if I lifted my shirt.

,,Why did you come here Dave?’‘ I stood. ,,I thought you had work?’‘

,,I got off early. I thought I might pick you up, so I called your Dad and he told me you were here.’‘

I know he could feel the distress I was in when his eyes went back and forth between a silent Tommy and me. ,,Why? Is there a problem?’‘

,,No!’’ I screeched, startling not only myself but my fiance as well. ,,No.” I repeated.

My pulse must have been at 200 and I ran my hands over my head, in hopes of cooling my features.

,,I’ll wait for you in the car.’’ Dave’s eyes watched me closely, before getting a last glimpse of Tommy. ,,Was nice meeting you Tommy.’’

,,Yup, you too.’‘ His voice appeared behind me.

With Dave out of sight, I finally released my tensed shoulders, letting air expand through my lungs.

,,You look pale.’‘

Frustrated, I turned towards Tommy and sighed. ,,Hey, look at me.’‘

His demand made me look at him immediatley. ,,Relax.’‘

 The way his face lit up to bring my being some sense of comfort just wanted me to kneel down to the floor and sob for enternity.

,,I’m sorry.’‘ My soul declared unconsciously.

,,For what? That I got to meet your man? Come on.’‘ Yeah my man. ,,I would have met him sooner or later anyway.’’

,,No.’‘ I sniffed.

,,No?’‘ He chuckled and I was able to see the twist of his front tooth I used to make fun of when we were younger.

He watched me for a while before opening his mouth again. ,,I know this was a lot for you now, but you shouldn’t worry. Everything is alright.’‘

,,You’re not mad at me?”

,,No, I am. I wish you would have told me earlier, but it is what it is.”

,,I’m really sorry T. I just-“

,,It’s okay.”

I couldn’t believe that he finally spoke in whole sentences, instead of giving me short responses. The only problem is that they told me to ease my heart, because of the way my old best friend got to meet my freaking fiance, when this topic shouldn’t have been present between us until I decided to.

Tommy knowing about my relationship, smashed the little girls heart inside me that only had eyes for him. It let me know that this was all in the past. It would forever nestle in the back of my memory and fall into dust and I had to approach a life that didn’t involve him, at least not in the way I always wanted to.

He got up his seat.

,,Keep your head high.” His rough finger nudged my chin up ever so slighty, not making it able for me to reminisce in it’s familarity. 

I was embarressed of the way my agony unblossomed.

,,I’ll see you around, Tommy.’‘

I turned my back on him to walk away from this misery, but was halted instead by a grip around my wrist.

He took a step closer towards me, allowing me to peer up at him. His face was traced away from all sensibility, but I saw in his eyes how much worry stung his emotions.

,,Take care of yourself.”

,,Yeah,” I mumbled. ,,you too.”

The pressure framing my wrist, turned into sweet caresses as his thumb went up and down my radius bone. It was the first time after internity feeling his touch. It made the hairs in the back of my neck stand up and electricity rush through my veins.

,,Alright. You should go,” He exhaled. ,,or else he will eat me up.’‘ He nodged his chin towards the outside where Dave was seated in his car, watching our every motion.

A chuckle escaped me at the thought of his statement. If anyone ate anyone up, it was most defintely Tommy eating Dave and he would not leave a single crumb. No discussion.

I smiled half heartedly and nodded, leaving him where he stood.

I turned around one last time to have full on view of his being. Behind his intimidating form there was this gentle beast that only I knew. I had the privilege to know it and I loved every second of it.

Since my childhood I savoured being in his presence. He made me feel protected and cared for and even grown up he left me in awe. I loved when he did the most simplest things such as deciding to pour his heart out and stating his opinion on topics.

I tried to understand him when nobody listend and was even accepting enough of when all I could hear was his sweet breath when he fell asleep on the phone.

Tommy was my safe space. I felt real when I was near him. Understood and not alone. He filled a void and that’s all I ever craved. Him being here again after all those years I couldn’t see him, reminded me of how much my eyes missed him.

Yes, we talked whenever he was free in the military, but seeing him in person again brought the little girl inside me back to surface. I was with the love I buried so deeply again. But I wasn’t really with him.

Fate had other plans, and made me cross paths with someone who was able to marry my human form, but not my soul.

My soul belonged to someone else who is held captive by his own past and demons. This, I accepted and tried to move on. Unfortunately, my heart couldn’t.

I knew Tommy loved me, though I never dared to make the attempt to find out how much.

A blind person could see with how much adoration he looked at me. But he never made the move and I didn’t dare declaring my feelings of fear of being rejected.

So I was left with imaginations of what could have been.

Sighing in relief I plundged into the passenger seat. My nerves got the best of me. My palms were sweaty and my breathing was still uneven. I inhaled and exhaled slowly before glancing over at a silent Dave.

,,I like him.”

,,Hm?’‘

,,Tommy, he looks like a good guy.’‘ He ceased his leering from the diner.

I didn’t know what to say. Tommy didn’t look like a ‘good’ guy until you got to know him. In fact his appearance was oozing menace, but I was glad to know that someone looked past that and saw that he was pure, even if it was Dave.

,,Yeah.’’ I shrugged him off and turned facing towards the direction that send tingles down my spine.

Tommy was watching us. Not watching, freaking piercing us with his glare.

He offered a small smile I know was only designed for me.

The way it faded when he saw my face forcefully pushed against another one stopped the drumming within my chest.

Dave’s lips eagerly traced mine in hopes of a heated kiss, while I couldn’t latch my eyes off of an exasperated, woeful Tommy.

,,Stop Dave!” I squealed.

It brought me to tears how he kept watching us. Under the wall of moisture rising in my eyes, I could make out how his face morphed into disgust.

In the inside I was screaming, and my eyes saw red. How dare he? What has gotten into him to do this to me?

My cheeks by now were drenched in tears while Dave’s hands traced over my whole body, placing his lips on every spot possible on my neck and back on my lips.

I wanted to die and I was sure I would if my breath kept being cut off.

When Dave tried to lure his tongue inside my mouth I couldn’t help myself anymore.

,,Dave fucking stop!”. I yelled when I gained strength strong enough to shove him off.

My immediate reaction was to connect my hand with his cheek.

The noise echoed throughout the car and the only sounds of our breathless bodies were welcomed next.

My hand gained a pulse by itself and the throb was stinging my hand blood red.

My head was shutting off. This couldn’t be real, my reality. The handprint left on his cheek reminded me that this was in fact very real. This was my reality.

The gaze in Dave’s eyes scared me, it was so dark I was sure it was going to devour me. I have never seen him like this.

,,What the fuck are you doing?!” I screamed. ,,What the fuck are doing Dave? I repeated. ,,Fuck you!”

He suddenly looked perplexed himself. He has never been so aggressive in being in contact with me.

But it didn’t matter any more.

When I looked back to search for Tommy, he vanished. There was no trace of him left and I didn’t know if I was able to be part of his presence ever again, or if my accident was the cause for a long denouement.

~

As good as it gets, I’ll have more regret, you’re something I cannot miss

[dreamingdarklyblog]

Getting Behind

So um... I've been putting off writing this for, apparently a whole week >_<

I mentioned I should write up some of how things were going way back when I wrote that consent post, which was itself a response to me getting pretty agitated in response to something he was playing with.

So yeah...

So... um... What have we been up to >_<. I guess. Starting back then, a few days before that we talked about playing a bit with CNC. Consensual non consent. Forgive me, this is a bit of a struggle... I've been having a bit of trouble with normal stuff lately. I've always rubbed a lot, I just, I've got a high libido I guess. But he's been kinda.. pushing that idea, and, well it's been kinda hrd to stop >_<. So forgive me being a bit scattered. It's kind of hard to hold a train of thought when I take breaks to uh... Deal with it.

So yeah. We talked about it. And we'd been playing for a month and I felt like I could trust him, as he hadn't pushed any lines too badly or anything. So I told him it was okay to push a little...

I kind of resist by reflex. It's just the way I'm wired. When someone tells me what to do, you know? So, even if I'm okay with something, sometimes, especially when it comes to something that feels like an order, or a D/s kinda thing, or lotsa stuff I kind of just have a knee jerk "Go fuck yourself" reaction. Does that make sense?

So... I uh. I told him it was okay to keep pushing even if i said no. And we set up safewords, of course. Which so far I haven't had to use. Came a little close a few times. I won't go into when or how, but yeah. I also screwed up badly once and misused one, but thankfully he forgave me. I'm kinda new to this kinda thing (safewords and cnc, not the being hypnotized, obviously)

This was a few hours after that uh.. bimbo post btw >_<

So what I didn't expect was that like, rightaw ay, as soon as I gave consent, he pushed. Like, I think I said something like "before you get any ideas, I've gotta go get dinner" and his response was to use a trigger. It was um.. something we'd just been playing with. To push thoughts into my head... I'm not clear ont he details but he'd say soemthing and then i'd... just kinda find myself agreeing. Which is really hot, it was just bad timing. You know? And I tried to say that, but he made me giggle and it just kinda fell outt amy head.

and um. sorry need a break

Um so. Yeah he made me giggle and I would forget what i was saying. Telling him I had to go. And I'd try again, because i didn't want to be rude and just leave without saying anything. And he'd make me giggle. And I got kinda, stuck, trying to tell him i had to go, for a few minutes.. And then I was.. rubbing, and losing track of things... and it was reallyconfusing and finally he stopped longenough for me to say i had to go and i ran to eat and it was really really hard to think straight

sorry break

I um.. I came back after to try and explain what happened. And he just started making me giggle agian and i got realyl confused. Then he started pushing thoughts into my head again.. That I was a bimbo.. and i said no, and stop it and i wasn't, and i was trying to talk. but he kept pushing and pushing and i kept giggling and trying to say no but i just couldnt think and then everything just got really horny and fuzzy and he was telling me i was a bimbo and i was just agreeing. and then he told me i should go thank you all for cumming reading my bimbo post and it seemed like a good idea so i did. and um that was the later bimbo post. back ont he 13th.

and um

break

Um so... Unfortunately after that was the day I had the really really bad day, and everything went wrong and we didn't get to do much for a few days and then he started working on clearing things up so we could renegotiate. And its really only the last few days we've been playing again. So... That's mostly caught up. I'll try and fill you in on past few days later. I need to stop for now.

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heres another stupid vent. very specific kinda graphic at some point(s) pretty much for my eyes only. tw: themes of s/a or sexual trauma, themes of body image/insecurity, depression, s/h, hospitalization, mental health, immplication of violence ?? idk

why does my brain choose the most random times to remind me of literally the worst memories i have. like not even related to each other or related to what im doing. im gonna write it here cuz i dont feel like telling anyone here's all the worst memories my brain posses a) the worst fight i can remember my parents having i was in elementary school probably not older than like 7 and they were fighting in the car and my dad said something that really made me scared and i've never told anyone what he said because its really scary and i think that was one of the first times i remember being terrified of him. i fear being with a man because any man could say what he said to my mother that day any man could do what he said and its terrifying because we were in a moving car too so if i was ever in that situation i wouldnt have an escape. i've been scared watching my parents fight plenty but the fight in the car is something i am too afraid to tell anyone about. b) my ex sticking their finger inside me without my consent. i closed my eyes and was in so much pain and they took my writhing in pain as a sign of pleasure. so when they were done they said see you liked it. so you must not be asexual. because i thought i was asexual at that time and my ex thought it was appropriate that they be the person to try to convince me otherwise. c) same ex. begged me to suck them off. i said i was scared. and i said i was scared i would choke. i did not get any reassurance and i did not get any "okay we can do something else". i got a shush because what if their mom hears me talking about head and then more pleading. followed by head pushing. in which i tried to resist because I was terrified and i was disgusted and i tried to force myself back up but could not and they kept going. i wish i did choke. i wish i choked and threw up and scraped them and cried and let someone hear. d) being pressured into allowing head and then being told i "really stank". ok bitch i didnt want you in my pants in the first place i was 15. e) im literally still talking about the same partner. was asked when the last time i shaved or waxed my peach fuzz was. my peach fuzz is my #1 insecurity like ever since i was in kindergarten. i said i havent in a while. i was severely depressed and was not taking care of myself. they said yeah its obvious and i was overdue for a shave or wax. f) being talked to about buying condoms because ex said "i assume we're going to have sex eventually". still, i was 15. i thought i was asexual. i was severely depressed. i did not want to have sex. but i was not asked. g) ex pleaded me to masturbate over facetime. when i was 15. living at an inpatient hospital. because of how depressed i was. i was so fucking tired i was so tired of faking it. i pretended and i was bad at pretending at that point i just wanted it to stop. and they said why do you look like that. oh maybe because im tired of pretending for you. maybe because i was where i was because i couldnt find comfort in you and found comfort in cutting myself maybe because you were the worst partner ever i dont care if we were just kids. many other 16 year olds have been better partners. these memories are mostly about my 1st ex and i know its been years but i still hurt. i'm better than i was but i still hurt and im still angry and i still feel 15 and scared sometimes. anyway. not sure why my brain decided to remember all of these at the same time stupid fucking brain