#how do I fix my subconscious so it stops saying “oh yeah you have to make sure your writing is this this this and this”

[galaxythedragonshifter]

Question:

How do y'all "write something for yourself" that you intend on posting?

Cause I still subconsciously can't "write for myself" unless I don't intend on ever posting it, and then I can only get 100 words or less out onto a Google doc.

Idk if this is a byproduct of taking too many writing classes and writing for assignments or other people or not.

How do I fix this?

#galaxy rambles #ive been trying to fix this for a while #i want to write for self indulgence but i dont think i know *how to* anymore- #but i cant seem to get my subconscious out of that “perfectionist writing class” mindset #how do I fix my subconscious so it stops saying “oh yeah you have to make sure your writing is this this this and this” #and just lets me write the dang thing? #i think all the writing courses i took subconsciously trained me to take the focus off what i want to happen #and placed it on what i think SHOULD happen instead #thats the best way i can describe it #writer problems #im at a loss #writing #writing questions #fanfiction #writing stuff #writers on tumblr #writers #creative writing

[miniteezez]

Someone older

P.Seonghwa x fem reader

Warning: abuse, physical and verbal. Mention of diets. Injury. Christmas vibes. Older Seonghwa. Age gap. Legal.

Synopsis: it takes a real man to show you what it’s like to be loved

Wc: 4.5k

“Look how cute! I decorated my island for Christmas an-“

“Shut up (y/n)! God, you’re annoying.” Your boyfriend, Jae, snapped harshly. His eyes never left the tv. All you wanted was to show him your animal crossing island but he was too busy. As usual. You said nothing else, deciding to just go home instead.

The following day, you had a meeting with your father for lunch at his office. He was the owner of large business in the centre of the city. To say he was well off was an understatement. You were lucky to have him. Once he had buzzed you in, you made your way to the elevator and stepped in. Just before the doors shut, a hand came between them and stopped them. You looked up to find Seonghwa. He’d worked for your father for a few years now. His best employee. Tall with longish, black hair. He always wore a well fitted black suit and hair his hair done sleek and straight. There was no denying how attractive the man was. He came to stand next to you with a kind smile.

“Hello (y/n). How are you?” His voice was deep yet light, soothing at the same time. You always felt so comfortable around him.

“I’m okay, just meeting my father for lunch. You?”

“Ah, I just left my phone in the office. Then I’ll be off for lunch too.” You giggled at his forgetfulness, him smiling too.

“What are you gonna get?” You asked, subconsciously moving closer. Seonghwa looked down at you with a soft gaze, something now so foreign to you.

“Honestly? I’m probably going to go to the cafe round the corner. They have the best cake. And sandwiches but cake is better.” He chuckled, tucking his hands into his pockets.

“Oh I love cake.” Your stomach almost growled at the mere thought of sweet food.

“Oh yeah? I can get you a slice?” He offered, his kindness almost hurting your heart.

“Thank you, but I’m on a diet.” You told him, deflating. Seonghwa frowned, turning his body towards yours directly.

“You’re what? Seriously? Why?” Confusion was clear on his face as his eyes raked over you. You looked to the floor, playing with the hem of your jumper.

“I need to be thinner.”

“You’ll get sick. You’re so small.” Hearing him say this, you looked up in surprise.

“You think so?” Reaching over, Seonghwa fixed the parting of your hair softly. Goosebumps prickled your skin, face turning red.

“Yes. Everyone can see it. You don’t need to diet.”

You both got off on the top floor, Seonghwa quickly retrieving his phone from his desk. You knocked on your father’s door, waiting patiently. When he did open in, you were greeted with a loving hug.

“Are you ready?” You asked, pulling away. There was a sorry look on your dad’s face.

“I’m afraid something came up. I’m sorry.” It was obvious from his expression that he was apologetic. You smiled sadly, nodding in understanding.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry. I’ll see if Jae is around.” You knew for a fact that Jae wouldn’t meet you. Your father made a noise of discomfort, looking around the room.

“Seonghwa are you busy?” Instantly, said man was by your side.

“Never.” Your father chuckled.

“Do you think you could escort (y/n) for lunch today?” He held out his card for him to take but Seonghwa shook his head.

“I’m more than happy to do that, I’ll pay. It’s no trouble. As long as it’s ok with you?” He looked at you, lips upturned.

“That’s okay.”

Together, Seonghwa lead you both out of the building and down the street. He opened the pale blue, rustic door to the corner cafe he had mentioned earlier. You stepped in to be greeted with the smell of coffee, cinnamon and cookie dough. Heaven. Walking to a table in the bay window, Seonghwa pulled your chair out for you to sit down.

“So, cake?” He wiggled his eyebrows making you laugh.

“I really should get a salad.” You said, his response being a bored looking face. Scoffing, you nod.

“Okay, you choose for me. I trust you.” Simpering, he reached over and pet your hair affectionately.

“I’m glad you do.” Then he went over to the counter. For a moment, you sat there with a blush on your cheeks. Your heart was hammering in your chest. You felt so strange, so light and stress free. It was unusual for you. After a few moments, he returned, placing the tray down carefully before taking his seat.

“I got you a chocolate and cherry cake. And a tea. With three sugars.” The fact he not only knew your favourite flavours, but remembered how you took your tea, warmed your heart.

“Thank you.” He just smiled, pouring your tea into the small cup for you. To add onto this, he gently peeled the plastic off your slice of cake and put it aside. Then he cleared the table of any rubbish. You looked at your food nervously. Jae’s words of needing to diet fully ingrained into your brain as you heard it most days. Seonghwa frowned seeing your expression. He knew something was wrong, just not what exactly. Picking up your fork, he took a bit of your cake and held it to your lips. Looking over to him, he smiled softly.

“Say ahh.” He chuckled, making you blush and part your lips so he could feed you. He seemed to relax when he saw you eat.

“Want to try some of mine? It’s strawberry and white chocolate.” Seonghwa got some into his fork, holding it up for you to take once again. You hummed in approval at the taste, sipping your tea to clear your pallet properly. You both fell into a comfortable conversation, eating your cakes happily.

“Are you coming to the party next week?” It was your father’s birthday and he was hosting a gathering at your house. Seonghwa nod, putting his fork down.

“Yeah, he put me in charge of the guest list. So I have to be there early.” He told you, making you happy.

“Well I’ll be there. I’m not sure if Jae is coming or not.” You thought out loud, wondering if he would actually put the effort in to be there with you.

“Is that you boyfriend?” You nod.

“Hm, your father mentions him sometimes.” You were surprised, Seonghwa scanning your face.

“Who told you, you need to diet?” Your face fell at his question. Pressing your lips together, you swallowed nervously. But you said nothing, just avoided eye contact. Reaching over, Seonghwa took hold of your hand.

“Are you ok, (y/n)? You can talk to me if you need to?” For a second, you stared across at him and basked in the feeling of comfort. It was like he could read your emotions.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He laughed, drawing shapes onto the palm of your hand delicately.

“You’re so kind to me.” Your voice was quiet, as if you were scared to voice your thoughts. And Seonghwa noticed that.

“I’m just treating you how you deserved to be treated.” Blinking fast, you stopped yourself from tearing up and offered him a weak smile. But Seonghwa wasn’t convinced. There was a ping. You quickly checked your phone, seeing who the text was from before swiping it away.

“What happened to your phone? Is it usable ?” Seonghwa questioned after seeing the state it was in. Remembering how it was thrown from your hand and stomped on, you shivered but shrugged.

“I dropped it. Down the stairs.”

“Oh okay. You should drink up before it goes cold.”

Around six pm, you headed round to your boyfriend’s apartment after buying dinner for him. You found him in the bedroom, just as he was turning his PC off.

“I brought you food!” You smiled cheerfully, hoping to see Jae happy. Instead, you were greeted with a sour face.

“Have a nice lunch?” Your heart dropped, swallowing thickly.

“I thought I told you to diet? you need to loose all this excess fat. Yet you were in a fucking cafe?” He walked closer, brows furrowed with anger. Using his pointer finger, the scruffy man prodded his finger against the side of your head harshly.

“You’re such a stupid woman. Fucking pathetic.” He spat, gripping your face aggressively. You whimpered, tensing up out of fear.

“Who was that man you were with then huh? You cheating on me?” Quickly, you shook your head.

“No I swear he’s just-“

“Did I give you permission to speak? Vile slut!” Flecks of saliva landed on your cheeks, your eyes screwing shut as Jae shoved you to the floor.

A few days later, you were helping your father in the office. Filing reports, cleaning the space and taking notes in a few meetings. You found yourself driving in and out of focus. Maybe it was the headache, or lack of food. Or maybe you were looking for someone. Seonghwa came in, in the early afternoon. Going straight to your father’s office with his overtime work from the previous night. You bumped into him, immediately shrinking back in fear. Though, when you looked up to find Seonghwa, you smiled widely.

“Oh, mr Park! How are you?” You asked, not noticing the crease in his brow. His eyes scanned you worriedly, hand lifting and carefully landing on your shoulder.

“I’m okay. I told you to just call me Seonghwa, (y/n).” Blushing a little, you laughed nervously but relaxed under his touch.

“Oh yes. Of course. I’m sorry.” You bowed your head in respect. He just sighed, tilting your chin up delicately. As if you were a flower.

“You don’t need to apologise love. Are you feeling okay?” His question made you swallow down your nerves, lips pressing together before forming a short smile. You nod, quickly moving past and into the next room. Seonghwa watched you go, frowning deeply.

“She’s not right.” A deep voice made the young man jump, turning to find your father stood in the doorway. Quickly, he ushered him into the office and locked the door.

“Don’t you agree?” Your father questioned, hands tucking into his slacks. Unsure of what to say, Seonghwa laughed anxiously.

“I’m not sure it’s my place to comment, sir.” He said, gnawing on his lip. Tutting, your dad rested back against his desk.

“There’s no need to be coy. I see how you look at my daughter.” Hearing this made Seonghwa sigh and nod, knowing he’d been caught out.

“Yes. I agree. Something is really wrong.” He thought out loud, putting his papers down.

“It looked like there was a bruise, on her cheek.” They looked at each other with concern. Your father straightened out, clearly angry.

“I have a feeling her so called boyfriend is the reason for this shit. Did you notice anything the other day?” He pressed on, pressuring his employee slightly. But neither minded.

“Yes. She seemed scared. She said she had to diet. And when I did the most simple of kind gestures, she seemed shocked. Like she could cry.” He finished before looking to his boss.

“You think it’s her boyfriend?”

“I do. He’s no good. I’ve only met him once and I hated him then.” The man spoke through gritted teeth, fists balled up tightly.

“It was like I said last time. He’s not right for her. He was on his phone the whole meeting too. But when he did speak to her, it was hostile.” Seonghwa listened to your father intently.

“I should have realised.”

“No sir, don’t blame yourself.” Quickly, Seonghwa intervened and let out a breath.

“He’s going to my party. (Y/n) told me before. Could you, try to keep her away from him. If it’s not too much to ask?” Your father pleaded quietly, wanting you safe. Seonghwa relaxed, smiling to him with reassurance.

“I’d be happy to, sir”

Sunday rolled around and you found yourself getting ready in your bedroom. Considering who your father was, the dress code was classy. Your dress fit perfectly, hugging your waist and coming out slightly in the most amazing silhouette. Your phone pinged, it was Jae. Letting you know he had arrived. You quickly ran downstairs and opened the doors. Jae looked up from his phone and grimaced before putting it away.

“You look-“ he pulled a face. “So hideous.” Then he pushed passed you and into the house. Biting your lip harshly, you trailed behind him and into the kitchen.

“Where’s the beer?” He asked, his back to you. You didn’t respond, causing him to grunt and turn around.

“I said, where’s the fucking beer?” You flinched, pointing towards the fridge. Jae just laughed mockingly, tilting his head.

“I meant, get me the beer. Dumb bitch.” Shrinking under his gaze, you scrambled to get him his drink. All Jae did was snatch it with a roll of his eyes.

“(Y/n)?” Your father’s voice brought you relief. He walked over and quickly lead you into the lounge.

“Could you lay out the flowers? Guests will be arriving soon.” You did as he asked happily, putting the vases out. At that moment, Seonghwa arrived only to freeze upon seeing a man he didn’t recognise. An average height and build, with short brown hair and an unironed grey suit. The man looked him up and down before laughing a little. He then walked away. Seonghwa frowned, standing there with confusion.

“That was Jae.” Your father walked over, bringing him in. Sighing, he nod and already felt sorry for you.

“You should have heard the way he was talking to her. Controlling her. I should kill him.” He spat, anger building up.

“Relax. Sir. I’ll try my best to keep them separated ok?” The doorbell rang, alerting them both. Your father answered after taking a minute to collect himself. Meanwhile, Seonghwa walked through to the lounge. He found you, placing the last vase in the centre of the coffee table. You turned in his direction and Seonghwas breath hitched. He swore he’d never seen anyone so beautiful. Seeing him, you smiled brightly and walked over.

“Good evening.” Your voice was light like candy floss and he thought, in that moment, you couldn’t be real. How could someone treat you so poorly?

“Hello, (y/n). You look beautiful.” He smiled, watching as your ears tinted red.

“What? Don’t be silly.” You giggled, looking down at the ground in disbelief. Seonghwa frowned, putting his bags down and taking your hands in his. Making eye contact, you felt yourself relax completely under his calming gaze.

“I’m not. You’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. You look like a princess.” Each word made your eyes fill more, lips pressing together. Reaching up, he brushed your tears away with his thumb softly.

“Why are you crying?” He asked, letting his hand hold your cheek for the moment.

“I don’t understand. How you can think that.” You explain quietly, taking a shallow breath. Sighing, Seonghwa dipped to your level with a smile.

“I don’t ‘think’. I know.” He chuckled, reaching down and picking up one of the bags.

“And I got this pretty princess a gift.” Ignoring your blush, you took it from him confused.

“But it’s my dad’s birthday?” Looking up at him, he shrugged playfully.

“I think you need this.” Was all he said, urging you to open it. Pulling the tape off, you gasped when you saw a new phone. The exact one you’d been after. Taking it out, your mouth gaped in surprise.

“It is the colour you wanted right? Your father said but I-“ you cut him off, jumping and hugging him tightly. Seonghwa stumbled back with a laugh, holding you tightly.

“Thank you!”

“It’s nothing, honestly. Want me to help set it up?” You nod enthusiastically, sitting on the couch and pulling him next to you.

For the next hour, as guests piled in, you sat with Seonghwa and got your new phone set up. It was nice, sitting flush to his side. At some point, his arm had slipped around your waist. Neither of you chose to comment.

“Wait, you play animal crossing?” He looked happy as you downloaded your save data on pocket camp.

“Yeah, why?”

“I love that game. Do you have a switch? We should play together.” You grinned up at him, liking that idea. Turning your head, you found a pair of angry eyes boring into you. Seonghwa felt you tense up, following your gaze to find Jae.

“I should go.” You panicked, going to stand but the noirette held your waist firmly.

“No. Stay with me. I won’t let him hurt you.” Seonghwas words somehow eased you, sitting back in your seat once again. He sighed deeply, holding onto your shoulders.

“I don’t know what happens or why. But I know he’s not good for you. You need to brake up with him.” Deep down, you knew he was right. You bit your lip, staring down at your lap.

“He’ll kill me.”

“Not while I’m here he won’t. You’re safe with me.” Seonghwa reassured, voice smooth and tender. Looking into his eyes, he simpered and you knew that it had to be done.

“Why are you so nice to me? Why are you taking care of me?” Your voice shook slightly, his head tilting to the side with a grin that made him look ten time more handsome than usual.

“You know why.” Your heart rate sped up, Seonghwa leaning dangerously close. His lips brushed against your ear.

“I’m yours.” You shuddered, suppressing a smile badly. When he moved back, you didn’t protest as you were pulled into his chest comfortably.

“I’ll do it. Tonight.”Now feeling so sure, you had the confidence to finally say goodbye.

“Oh, (y/n), could you go get us that cake you made love?” Your father came over, grinning ear to ear. Giggling at his excitement, you nod and went into the kitchen. You pulled the cake out of the fridge, taking the covering off carefully. After spending the whole morning baking and decorating, you wanted it to be perfect for your dad. It was a custard and white chocolate cake. With royal icing and star decorations. You were proud of what you had achieved.

“That looks lovely. Doesn’t it?” Jae’s voice made your heart drop to your stomach. You turned to find him, blocking the doorway. There was no exit.

“I see you’ve had complany all night. You know, you said it was a man but. But what kind of man wears a pony tail?” He laughed fakely, taking a few steps forward.

“He’s more of a man than you’ll ever be.” You were angry. He could tell. Poking his cheek with his tongue, Jae nod and sighed.

“I want to break up.” You spoke quickly, swallowing down your nerves. His head snapped up at you, eyes practically blazing.

“Oh you really are stupid.” He spat, gripping your wrist and dragging you harshly. He forced you up into your room and threw you down. The door slammed behind you, his footsteps coming by your head. Jae crouched down, fisting your hair and yanking your head up.

“What the fuck, gives you the right, to break up with me?” Tears rolled down your cheeks but you stayed quiet. This only irked him more and he stood with you.

“You're nothing without me!” he yelled, shaking you so hard you felt nauseous.

“Shut up!” You tried to retaliate, covering your ears. Before you could blink, his hand landed on your cheek with a loud slap. You stilled immediately, shaking in place.

“I don’t think you understand, (y/n). I can kill you. So easily.” The tone of his voice sent chills down your spine and you realised just how unsafe you are. Quickly, you dashed for the door with a scream

“Help-“ Jae tugged you back, nails digging into your sides.

“Seonghwa!” His hand clamped over your mouth in effort of stopping you. But it didn’t. Instead, you bit down on his hand.

“Ouch. You bitch!” Jae didn’t think twice before practically hurling you into the wall. Your head hit it with a thud. At that moment, the door burst open and your father charged for Jae with no remorse. He held him tightly, only for Seonghwa to storm in and punch him straight across the face. You tried to sit up, your vision blurred and head pounding. Curling in on yourself, you flinched when Seonghwa placed his hand on your back.

“Hey, look at me.” His voice was soft, it was calm and quiet. You looked up at him slowly, Seonghwa smiling a little.

“It’s okay. He’s gone now. You’re safe.” Your eyes darted around the room, finding both Jae and your father gone. Seonghwa carefully hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you into his own. You clung on, hiding your face in the crook of his neck as he sat on your bed. His hand ran up your back, finding purchase in your hair. A whimper of pain slipped past your lips. He could feel the bump forming.

“Turn around for me sweetheart.” Blushing, you did as he said. Seonghwa sat you between his legs, tilted your head forward and moved your hair to check.

“That’s going to bruise. I’m sorry.”

“Why are you sorry?” You asked, looking back at him.

“Because I wasn’t there.” He muttered, patting your hair straight affectionately. Turning to him, you reached up and cupped his cheeks.

“But you’re here now.” You spoke quietly, his hands coming up to his face and taking hold of yours.

“And I always will be now. You’re safe with me. I promise you.” Seonghwa pressed his lips to the palm of your hand and smiled. You returned it, blushing lightly at his action.

“We need to put some cream on your face, your cheek is swelled.” Reluctantly, he left your side, going downstairs to get the first aid kit.

He took a while. Which, you thought was strange but sat there waiting nonetheless. You contemplated everything. Jae. His behaviour. The way you had lived the past year. The constant fear of doing ‘something wrong. When, in reality, you weren’t doing anything wrong. Your likes, interests and hobbies were yours. Your fashion was your choice. Your diet. Your hair. Your love. They were all yours. Seonghwa walked in, holdingte first aid kit. He took a seat on your bed in front of you and smiled.

“Sorry I took a while, your father and I got distracted.” He told you, pulling out a pot of cream. You tilted your head, blushing as Seonghwa applied it to your cheek.

“Distracted?”

“Teaching Jae a lesson.” Now understanding, you scoffed lightly and gazed up at him.

“I was thinking, maybe you want to get away for a few days? You could come stay with me? Just to clear your mind.” Smiling widely, you nod eagerly and hugged him tightly.

“You don’t mind?”

“Not at all. And guess what?” He rubbed your back as you drew away. “My place is already decorated.” You gasped, holding onto his arms.

“But it’s only November?” He chuckled at your excitement, pulling your hands into his own gently.

“Who cares? I love it.”

After getting a small bag ready, your father saw you both out and Seonghwa drove back to his place with you. Getting inside an elevator, he pressed the button for the top floor. Shivering slightly, Hwa noticed and pulled you into his side.

“I’ll put the fire on for you once we get inside ok?” He promised, smiling down at your shaking form. Though, when he opened the door, you stood there shocked. His penthouse was beautiful. Modern, sleek and monochrome with lots of grey accents. The place was open planned with a living area in the centre. A plush charcoal couch was situated in front of a fire with the to stationed above. Behind this area was the kitchen-dining then a set of dark stairs heading up. Seonghwa took your hand and lead you upstairs and into his room. Just like the downstairs, it was monochrome. He had a kingsize bed with a cream cover, a desk set up. Overall, his room was tidy and full of so many cute little details. You loved it.

“Would you like to borrow some pyjamas. They might keep you warmer.” Seonghwa was almost blushing as he went to his cabinet. Following him, you hummed.

“Yes please.” He grinned at your agreement, handing you some before leaving you to change.

After putting on the plaid pyjamas, you headed downstairs again and noticed something you hadn’t before. In the corner of the room, stood a tall, gorgeous Christmas tree. It was a fake, made obvious by its white branches, but stunning all the same. With black baubles and tinsel laid throughout, fairy lights were twinkling between the branches.

“Do you like it?” Seonghwa appeared next to you, holding a steaming mug. You nod enthusiastically and gazed up at him. He took you to the fireplace and asked you to wait a second.

“Here.” Taking the cup from him, you smiled upon seeing the hot chocolate it held. Seonghwa quickly grabbed a blanket and laid it down in front of the flames carefully. You sat down, shivering in delight at the warmth around you. Once he grabbed his own drink, Hwa took his place beside you with a shy smile.

“Is this okay? Are you comfortable?”

“Very. Thank you.” Taking a sip, you relaxed at the chocolatey flavour.

“There’s no need to thank me, angel.” Seonghwa chuckled doing the same. Quickly, you shook your head and turned towards him with purpose.

“Oh yes I do. You took time to make sure I was okay, you’ve made me a lovely drink.” Seonghwa frowned as you spoke, reaching over and wiping some chocolate off the corner of your lips.

“That’s the bare minimum, (y/n). You deserve so much more than this.” You blushed, watching as he moved forward and put your mugs aside.

“I’m sorry you ended up with him. But if you let me,” he cupped your cheeks, thumbing the skin softly.

“I can show you what it’s like to be really loved.” Eyes slightly wide, you stared up with adoration and smiled bashfully.

“Really?”

“I told you before. I’m yours. You just have to say you’ll have me.” Your eyes locked together, searching for any sign of a lie. There was none. Simpering, you laced your fingers together and gazed up at him once more.

“You can be mine.” In a heartbeat, his lips were on yours as he pulled you into a deep kiss. Instantly, you reciprocated, arms wrapping around his neck to bring him closer. Seonghwa placed his hand on your waist, drawing you onto his lap with ease. You parted slowly, getting shy and glancing away. Laughing quietly, Seonghwa brought you back round and smiled.

“Was that okay?”

“Perfect. Th-“ he gave you a stern look before you could finish, making you press your lips together.

“Stop thanking me for simple things okay?” Nodding, he pulled you close so you could rest your head in the crook of his neck. The fire crackled perfectly behind you, warmth enveloping you in that moment. Seonghwa ran his fingers through your hair, taking time to massage the bruise on your scalp.

“You’re safe with me, (y/n). You always will be.”

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sav maybe its cause I'm like super horny tonight but:

Perv!BestFriend!Eddie. He can't help thinkkng of you as slightly more innocent then him. Of course it isnt that you don't do anything (or maybe you haven't), but you stay at home more often than not whilst Eddie goes out to the bar to play with the band. Eddie would go to high school parties dealing, whilst you would much rather go see a movie or stay home reading a book. He suspects you haven't done much but isnt sure, which is why he always brings up his escapades.

He has mentioned things he's done with girls (and maybe a few guys) and you haven't really mentioned much. He likes to watch you fidget and squirm, clenching your thighs together subconsciously. The way he can tell you are flustered without blushing, makes his heart skip a beat. But you're best friends!! It's okay!! To tell each other!! And hey!! You're best friends!! Let's talk about kinks!! Totally fine!!

So one day you come in to his room, sit on HIS bed, and are like "okay so we are best friends right?" Which he scoffs and rolls his eyes at, DUH of course you are! No one else would willingly hang out with "the freak". You go on to mention how you went on a date- his brain stops. You never mentioned a date. Now he's flustered and interrupting every two seconds "uh best friends don't keep secrets what the fuck". "Well I wasnt sure if it would work out, so I didnt want to mention it". Eddie may be a little pissed but you distract him by saying "I need a favor." "Sorry sweets, can't go on the run for murder again". You roll his eyes and grab his hand, staring deep into his eyes as you say," yeah no, don't need that, but Kyle said I was a terrible kisser snd I want to be better so can you please teach me how to kiss?"

Which is the last thing Eddie expects but of course he will teach you how to kiss!! Only best friends get that honor right?! And hey, let's teach you how to give a hickey too! And maybe once you start grinding on him subconsciously, he'll help teach you how to make a guy feel real good with his mouth

(not that you had any intention for this to turn out such a way I mean cmon its not like you've had a crush on the guy and had gotten off to the thought of him before)

OH MY GOD!!! Bestie your mind has me 🤯 one of my fav types of fics is the character teaching reader sexual things. There’s a fic on a03 I never saved and it was the first Eddie fic i ever read last summer and like the talent on this app, it was a MASTERPIECE! I can’t remember who wrote it tho 😭

The chipotle people hooked my bowl all the way up and now I got the itis so apologies if this is all over the place 😭

I feel like since season 4 came out everyone on this app has synced and we’re all horny at the same time 😭 i can’t be the only one who noticed

But back to you! I love pervy bff Eddie too! I think he assumes you aren’t interested in sex because he doesn’t see you with anyone or talk about sex as openly as he does. And it could be because no one is Eddie and it wouldn’t be the same with anyone else. So you focus on other things like school, your hobbies, etc

But when you go out on a date with Kyle (I giggled at this because there’s always a Kyle at school that does the most questionable shit 😭 was it just my schools??) Eddie loses his shit at the lunch table. He had to hear it in the hallway outside mrs. O’Donnell’s class so he couldn’t pay attention the entire class.

And suddenly you’re bringing this Kyle around the party. So he starts bringing his conquests around too. And even tells you in full detail how he fucked some girl in the alley behind the hideout or how he got a bj from the hot plumber fixing his neighbor Janice’s sink. It goes on for weeks like this, he watches how your thighs clench when he describes having a jerk off with Chase from the basketball team in the showers after gym and how Mandy from history class squirted all over the van seats (you did question why the floor was a little damp…). Each story is more than the next and eddie drops his pretzels on purpose just to pick them up (super weird for him because you’ve never known him to clean up anything at home!) and under the table what does he see? Sweet little you grinding your pussy and squeezing your thighs on the bench of the cafeteria bench. He notices the tremble when you cum too 😭

But it isn’t until you ask him for help with that peabrain Kyle that he takes the opportunity to show you the ropes of sex. And not just fucking! He shows you how to kiss so good any guy would get hard from just that, and how brushes of the arm can ignite a fire. And it evolves to Eddie showing you how to give bjs and handjobs, and he fingers you, eats your sweet cunt (he’s saving your ass for a later time). It goes like this for months until finally you confess that Kyle ended things after 2 dates. You did all this to be closer to Eddie. And Eddie confesses he was showing you how he likes to be pleased, not other guys and especially not Kyle.

You wanna fuck him now! But he wants to take his time with you. Light candles around your room, scatter roses on the bed, worship your body how it deserves because you’re the goddess of his dreams! And you were right under his nose the entire time.

He’s super sweet when you finally have sex too. Guiding you through your orgasm, holding his until you’ve cum at least three times, cuddling. But in the moments after you ask “teddy can you show me what you like and not what you think I like?”

And this opens the door to every kink that’s ever run through his mind! He eases you into everything but he can’t wait to show you how he really uses those handcuffs! But over time he realizes you’re s freak too 😭 and now y’all can be freaky and nasty together!!!!

Which is what we all want right 😌 at least for meeeee 😭 lol

#eddie munson/reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x female reader #fem reader #eddie munson x black female reader #eddie munson x black!reader #eddie munson fem!reader #eddie munson smut #black female reader #eddie munson/female reader

[theprincelyking]

TADC Headcanons (Mostly about their memories)

I’ve been thinking of headcounts for the circus. Just tiny parts of their lives that shine through in one form or another. If you want me to expand more on the specifics, let me know.

I think subconsciously they do retain some vague glimmer of their memories, which contributes to their personalities. And that small things can trigger something primal and unknown within them, for example:

…

Pom: “Ugh, we really are gonna be stuck here forever.” Jax: “Glad you managed to figure that out toots! After all, you gotta get used to the next how many years we’re gonna be in here.” Pom: “I’m gonna be old enough to be someone’s grandma.”

She looked over to see Jax’s eyes welling with tears, that threatened to spill out

Pom: “Ahh! Are you okay? Did I upset you?” Jax: “Ugh, right. Fair warning. Random words can set us off. For some reason, my body starts bugging out everytime I hear the word, "grandma". Tried to get Caine to fix it, but no luck.” . . .

But it can also be wholesome I betcha …

Ragatha was sitting at the table bored. Seemingly unimpressed with her plate of digital food

Pom: “…Are…Are you going to eat that?”

She slides it over to Pomni and she gingerly eats it

Pom: “Uhh…This place sure has…well food.” Rag: “Yeah. Nothing too interesting.” Pom: “True. I wish they had something more diverse…Like something seasoned, or something like desert. Ohh, I could really go for some beans.”

She smiles warmly at that

Rag: “I don’t know why, but everytime I hear the word "beans’" I feel weirdly happy. It’s almost nostalgic.” Pom: “Do you like beans?” Rag: “I don’t know. But I like that word a lot.” . . .

And some can be just plain weird …

Zooble was walking back to their room while Pomni followed

Pom: “So…What’s it like having…A body like that?” Zoo: “Hard to keep track of when your roommate keeps using your hand as a back scratcher. Also walking was a NIGHTMARE when I first got here.” Pom: “I can only imagine. It looks like a lot.” Zoo: “Yeah. It’s so annoying.”

Pomni nodded

Pom: “Well, maybe we could do something to get away from the others.” Zoo: “Not interested.” Pom: “Oh, that’s okay. Uhh, I guess I just wanted to forget about the whole…In a video game thing.” Zoo: “sigh I know it’s hard. But I’m not really the person you wanna hang out with.” Pom: “I’m sure your not a drag or anything. Ehh…I guess if you need me, I’ll be outside the tent. I think I saw a bunch of weird stuff outside. Balls, Board games. I think I even saw a pair of skates-”

Zooble immediately bursted out with laughter, almost falling to the floor, beating their mismatched feet on the ground as they wheezed hard at the word

Zooble: [censored] [censored] [censored]- Oh [censored], don’t say that word around me. It drives me nuts.” Pom: “Huh? Skates?” Zoo: WHEEZE . . .

And some are just…Completely out of left field … Pom: “Marco!” Rag: “Polo!”

They were in the digital lake, going on another one of Caine’s adventures. Thankfully today was rather simple. A pool party in the digital lake. Nothing more.

Pom: “Marco!” Jax: “Polo.”

Jax was using a giant rubber ducky to swim away from her immediately after that

Rag: “Hey! That’s not fair!” Jax: “Oh please, she’ll be fine.” Pom: “Marco!” Gang: “…Help?”

Pomni unblindfolded herself and could see Gangle, sort of stuck to the surface of the water…It didn’t seem like she could move. Pomni picked her up and she wrapped herself around her head, sort of creating a cute little bow on her head

Gang: “Oh that’s better, so cold…” Rag: “I was wondering where she was.” Jax: “I wasn’t.”

Pomni akwardly patted her mask and put back on the blindfold. She drifted in the water a bit before yelling out again

Pomni: “Marco!” Kinger: “I’ll have the Neapolitan cappuccino, More Cappa than Chino. Make sure it's got no more than 4oz of milk, The beans won't have the right texture otherwise-“

He explained in disturbing detail a very lengthy coffee order, which completely stopped the game.

Pom: “…Okay, maybe we should take a break.” Zoo: “I agree, especially since Jax is using my FACE AS A F[censored]G FOOTREST!”

Looks like Zooble also came apart in the water. And was not happy about it.

Rag: “I got your arm!” King: “…Oh!”

He paddles over with their torso, using it as a board to propel himself across

King: “Here you go!” Zoo: “…Gee. Thanks.”

They sneered a bit

#headcanon #the amazing digital circus #TADC #gangle #zooble #kinger #ragatha #jax #pomni #the amazing digital circus pomni #fanfic #head cannon #light angst #fluff

[solomiracle]

I saw your post about levi encountering "himself" as an enemy/boss and I only can think about Levi loving some characters that look like his brothers.

Gathering a party that reminds him of his brothers but he does it without noticing. He will have a charismatic one who makes jokes all the time and is a fan favorite (Levi hates fan favorite character but he will always keep the joker around because he likes their jokes)

or maybe Levi will really like the serious and cold villain, but who did everything they did to protect their family (Levi is the number one Emet Selch (ff14) apologist and I'm going to die on this hill) (also sorry Lucifer, but your type It's used a lot in villains bye)

I can see him being "this villain is so boring, another villain who likes orders and is very strict. I hate people like them, who don't care for anyone besides themselves" and then bam! Here the villain backstory and Levi is just ugly crying for days and fighting with everyone in the forums and the funniest part is he doesn't do this because he is trist for the villain it's just hit some familiar thing inside him, he can't explain but he'll protect this tragic villain with all his force and determination

I also can see he saying "oh this old brother is so cool, I wish Mammon is like this" narrator voice: Mammon is, in fact, exactly like that

And not only Lucifer and Mammon, but all his brothers. I just can see the raid team "hey RurichanSupremacy666, why do you have this femboy in your party?" "Because he is the best in white magic!!" Or "stop calling them lazy, it's depression!" Or "I don't want to kill them! They're angry because they're lonely!!!"

I can see him searching for fan arts and fanfics with those characters but not because "oh I ship them with my oc" but more "I want to see them happy, I want to read a fix it where they're all happy together with their loved ones"

The best part? He does all of this for instinct, doesn't even realize what he is doing (maybe the mc point it out in the most hilarious way possible like "oh obviously this one is your favorite, it's Mammon" and Levi isole himself for the rest of the century, oh henry why do you betray him like this?)

ANON YOURE SO BEAUTIFUL AND WONDERFUL AND OH I LOVE THIS IDEA SO MUCH AAAAAAAAAA

and the difference in how levi treats his usual favs vs these characters!! say when he defends or expresses why he loves his usual favs, he gets very loud and rambly, to the point of being incoherent. but with his not-brother characters, levi's more calm and precise, happily explaining everything he loves about these characters, because, subconsciously, those traits are the same things he loves about his brothers.

levi likes this mage, for both her healing bonus and how she sees the true beauty in everyone. yeah, the warrior does consume a lot of materials, but his protectiveness over his bedridden little brother is so touching!!

ohhhhhh there's gotta be some characters that unknowingly remind him of lilith. ohhhhhh that's a tearful can of worms i'm not opening today.

but the last part with mc?? and how they're so sure of themselves? oh he's such a loser <3 levi's gonna spend the rest of the century realizing half of his favs are just his family members and he's gonna be so embarrassed about it, esp when he discovers his top favs are a bunch of not-mammons. suck it

#THIS IS SO CUTE ANON YOURE THE BEST #obey me levi #obey me leviathan #obey me fluff #3 #from me #imagines #obey me imagines #obey me #asks for amb

[itwasthereaminuteago]

Roy Pulver (boss level) x female reader

Tags/warnings: kinda one night stand, fingering, p in v unprotected sex, time loop shenanigans? 😅

A/n: I dunno I was just really horny and he's kinda hot in this film. 😁

You had been staring at the scene in front of your wide, disbelieving eyes for well over a minute now yet you can't tear away. Yeah your head is a little fuzzy from the night before but there's no doubt what you're seeing. The black lace of a pair of your underwear stretched over his ass, framing it perfectly. That's all he's wearing as he moves about your small kitchen seemingly… cooking breakfast?

"Roy?"

"Mornin' baby. You sleep alright?" He replies, turning over his shoulder briefly to flash you that self secure smile of his.

He continues shifting pans around and peering into your fridge looking for god knows what as you know you desperately needed to go food shopping. For the short time you've known each other, this all feels incredibly natural. Almost normal. Like you do this all the time.

"Roy…"

"Hmm? Where's your flour at sweetheart? I'm gonna make pancakes for ya, kinda figured you'd need something to soak up the alcohol after last night, y'know?" His eyes crinkle as he throws you a wink and turns back to his quest for ingredients.

"Uhh, in the top right cupboard, why are you wearing my panties?"

They definitely do. You subconsciously swallow the drool that's apparently been collecting in your mouth as your gaze fixes back on his tight butt again, feeling a heat start to blaze between your thighs as he turns around and you notice how he fills out the front of them, barely contained within the confines of the delicate fabric.

He chuckles as he locates the flour and shakes some into a bowl creating a white dust cloud around him. "Think I'm pullin' it off, maybe I gotta get me some of my own. They look good, huh?"

"Y-yeah, maybe, I guess… but why?"

He stops what he's doing, putting down the almost empty carton of milk he was pouring into the bowl, stalking slowly towards you. You're only wearing an oversized sleep shirt and knickers and as his arms slip around your waist and pull you up close, you feel the warmth rising up to your face, blooming across your cheeks as you look up into those mischief-laden hazel eyes fixed on you. The ones that got you so easily into this situation in the first place. The ones that had you staying for 'just one more drink' in the bar with him when you really should have gone home alone, but you couldn't resist. Roy was far too charming for a guy that looked like the usual one-and-done kinda asshole that you tended to end up with. He actually had depth. And well, yeah, he was attractive too. Very attractive.

"Oh," he says mockingly, "you don't remember what a mess you made of mine last night, do you honey?" He slowly slides his thigh between your legs and you can't help making a small noise as his hand goes to your lower back and he presses you down against his muscular leg. "Or… maybe you do." He grins, and you can't help yourself, automatically reaching around to squeeze those criminally pert and semi-naked ass cheeks in your hands. Yeah, you'd both been kinda drunk by the time you'd dragged him back to your apartment (in the uber quick discussion about where to go during your rather heated public makeout session, yours had been closer), but you knew you wanted to ride him like a bucking bronco. Unfortunately, due to too many shots, you never quite got that far in the end.

He hisses as your nails dig shallow welts into his skin and it's your turn to grin at him. "Hm, are you really blaming me for ruining your pants?"

"Hey!" You yelp as he hoists you up, wrapping your legs around his waist as he walks you to the nearest clear countertop and sets you down upon it, his eyes flicking briefly down to glance at your mouth and back up again.

"Yeah I'm blaming you, well, mostly anyways. You were pretty darn set on gettin' on my lap and grinding the absolute shit outta me before you fell asleep. You're tellin' me you really don't remember?"

You do remember, but the way he tilts his head to the side adorably almost makes you want to string him along some more, however the urge to pick up and continue the activities of the night before is by far winning out.

"I- yeah, I'm really sorry about that, might have been a lil bit too tipsy."

One of his hands slides down your side, settling at your hip as you watch the tip of his tongue swipe across his lips. "Well you shouldn't be, was fuckin' hot as fuck!"

You dip your head at his admission and he gently hooks the side of his forefinger under your chin and tips your face back up to make you look at him.

"Though y'know there's this one thing about last night I regret,"

Your stomach drops to your feet. "Oh…"

Roy leans in so close his lips brush against the heated skin of your cheek, your heart suddenly racing as your brain processes his gravel-toned words.

"I didn't get to make you come."

You let out a shuddering breath as you meet his eyes, seeing the same burning desire there from the night before. Then your eyes close as his lips caress along your jaw, kissing his way to your own slightly parted mouth.

"Was kinda hoping we could…?" He begins to suggest what you're desperate for and you answer by surging forward, your mouth smashing into his, your fingers carding through his thick dark hair, holding him to you and moaning as he catches up fast, his tongue sliding hotly against yours. You squeeze your legs around him, and Roy grunts low as the bulge of his hardening cock rubs at your core through the thin barrier of both pairs of your underwear. You briefly create some space so you can yank the lace down his thighs, his erection bobbing deliciously before you as he's released. You want him, want to feel him but he attacks your neck with his lips and teeth while maneuvering you to the edge of the countertop, one arm wrapped around your waist and the fingers of his other hand sliding up the inside of your soft thighs and trailing over the damp fabric between them.

He keeps teasing you like that, touching you but not actually touching you until you can't take it anymore, grabbing hold of his wrist and thrusting his hand under the waistband of your soaked panties. The moment his fingertips slide slickly over your clit it feels electric. Your forehead drops against his as he smirks at the state you're in, your breaths mingling as you spread your legs even wider to let him discover just what you like.

"Fuck baby, so damn wet," he marvels, encouraging your pretty moans and whimpers by dipping his two digits inside your tight walls and massaging his thumb in circles around your sensitive bud. "fucking dripping for me, beautiful. C'mon honey, let me make you feel good."

Your head flops backwards as he pumps and curls those long, thick fingers in a way that has you speedily racing to the edge. The higher, breathier pitch of your pleasured sounds has him wrapping the fingers of his free hand around your jaw and turning your head to make you face him.

"Wanna see that pretty face of yours, told you I wanna make you come and I want to see every damn second of it."

He kisses you deeply before pulling away to watch you quickly unravel by his hand, squeezing around his fast pumping fingers with a long moan of his name, so easy on your lips.

You cling around his neck until the last wave of your orgasm washes over you, leaving you hungrier, yearning for more.

"Alright, think we're even now, hm?" Roy remarks with a cheeky smirk as he slowly withdraws from your now ruined pants. After you quickly catch a bit of your breath you hop down off the counter, tugging him by the arm back towards your bedroom.

"Not by a long shot, Purver."

"Don't ya want breakfast?" He quips before you push him down hard on your bed, kicking off your panties and peeling off your shirt before you climb over him.

"All I want right now is you."

He watches you in awe, his hungry eyes roaming over your bare body, laying back preparing for you to do whatever the fuck you want to do to him. As you sit over his thighs you guide his hands up your warm skin encouraging him to fondle your breasts, he sits up so he's able to kiss and lick his way from one to the other, satisfied when he hears your little gasps and hums at the sensation of his hot mouth working on you. But you're impatient. You slam him back down on the mattress and shift forward, your slick pussy lips sliding over the thick base of his dick, your smile widening as Roy curses underneath you while you run your fingers down over the hard ridges of his chiseled abdomen.

"Jesus," he rasps as you eventually reach your destination, wrapping your fingers around his girth, giving him a few languid strokes. You trace the pad of your thumb over a prominent vein running the length of his cock and he throbs in your hand.

"Are you clean, Pulver? I feel I've got to check, when you have such a pretty face and dick like yours." You purr, stroking his balls then cupping them in your hand and giving a gentle squeeze that has him biting his lower lip between his teeth and arching under you.

"Oh god damn! I'll take that as a compliment. Yeah- yeah, I'm clean, baby, fucking sparkling actually. You?"

You nod as you don't hesitate to slide the tip of him between your folds to nudge the fat head of his cock at your entrance, both of you moaning in perfect unison as you sink down slowly, eager to feel every ridge of him sublimely caressing your inner walls. Seated deep within you he can feel you gripping him like a vice, so he does nothing but stroke his fingers up and down your arms and rest them at your waist until you're ready to move.

You're both completely sober but its as if the buzz of the previous night never went away, your gazes locked on each other as you start to fuck. You rise and fall on that class-A cock of his, already hopelessly addicted to the way he fills you, the way he's holding back and letting you go at your own selfish pace.

"Shiiit… feels- feels so good…" Your hands push down on his chest, fingers splayed out as you fuck yourself on him. "Roy-" you whine at him, "fucking move, please!"

"You got it princess." He grits through his teeth as he places his hands on your waist and starts rolling his hips up to meet you, letting you feel every fucking glorious inch of him. Your eyes squeeze shut at the sensation, nails dragging down his chest until you've got him groaning half in pleasure and half in pain, digging them in and pinching at his nipples. He snaps his pelvis up in response, hitting a spot so deep inside that has you crying out for more, for something rougher, rawer. Roy scoops his big hands under your ass and starts fucking you even harder, bouncing you on his cock, spearing you with every piston-like thrust. The more you moan out the harder he goes, his intense gaze flickering back and forth between your eyes, your mouth, your tits and the mesmerising view of his cock disappearing inside your slick cunt.

"Fucking beautiful." He praises. You grab one of his hands, bringing it up to your mouth and sucking your lips around his fingers and thumb before you guide him between your legs to help you get off. You're so turned on already, so full of him that it doesn't take much more for you to near the edge, riding him faster as your body is inevitably taken over with the powerful throbbing pulse of orgasm.

Roy is watching in wonder as you let it take you over, giving you mere seconds warning that he's ready to spill every fucking drop he has, as if you're going to want him to pull out now.

"Give it to me," you hiss, your pussy walls still contracting around him as you ride out one high straight into another. He gasps as you lean down, skin pressed to skin as you keep undulating above him, switching his fingers on your clit for your own as he begins to lose rhythm.

"Fucking give it to me Roy… yes!"

He groans long and deep, his body buckling, fingers digging into your soft curves as he jolts several times, finishing hot inside you.

You roll off of him, face crinkling in confusion as you come back down. "Wait, what?"

"Fuuuck…" he pants, a sheen of sweat covering his broad chest as it rises and falls with you laying on top. "doesn't matter how many times we do this, shit… every fucking time you blow my damn mind."

He scrubs a hand over his face, wincing slightly. "Uhh, nothing baby. Just babbling. You got me good y'know?"

"No Roy come on, what do you mean 'every time'?"

#roy pulver x reader #roy pulver x female reader #frank grillo fanfic #boss level fan fic #roy pulver smut

[calehenituse-brainrot]

Sooo yeah. What if Kim rok Soo and fem! Reader are childhood friends?

Reader is mentally and physically stronger than him

She always there for his gloomy ass and would always motivate him subconsciously because reader has great speaking skills

Like, "you can rely on me, rok Soo" and "shut up you're being depressing. Now come here and have some chicken wing"

But what if reader isn't as strong as she seems?

Krs would notice it first before her or anyone

But he won't say anything for the sake of the reader's pride in believing herself as a strong person

He would stay by the reader's door and listen to her sobs inside her room in hopes to lessen her loneliness and comfort her with his presence

Then would leave her some of her fav snacks right after and she would mentally thank him once she open her door

Both the reader and krs would then pretend nothing happen and continue both of their daily happy chats (reader do most of the talking while he just peacefully listens)

Krs knew that he needs to talk about what was bothering the reader but knowing her and her prideful ass, he would instead be glared at and ignored (because of embarrassment) if he said a word about it.

Kim rok Soo would definitely have a headache because of his childhood friend's personality and nonsense but would still love the person who brought him life and happiness to the ends of the world

Having a strong, egotistical, and honest person as a childhood friend and crush is not easy

IF you only look at the negative side of her personality

Krs admired reader because of her confidence and would be often told by her that he should be confident too

"aigoo, if you keep up that sorry excuse of a wimp personality that made you seem like a haunting ghost, people won't look at you the same way like I do." "Just how do you see me anyway?" "You're handsome."

Even though he doesn't care of what others think, but ever since she bluntly complimented his appearance, he was then suddenly motivated to at least fix his hair and clothes in a rather tidy, but still attractive, manner

Then he gets all the compliment from reader just as he wanted

Man's whipped for reader since primary school, so, he may look nonchalant as reader praise him, but deep inside his world became all pink with hearts as he took all of the reader's words in with happiness

Of course he also got some compliments from his peers, but the reader's mattered more to him

I'm gonna stop here since my battery's running out. But I still want to talk about this when the apocalypse arrived and krs became Cale....

So yeah if you want part two of this idea then I could give it to you guys if not then I hope you like this idea since I planned to make a fanfic for Cale around this time when my affections for him are at its peak lmaoo

BABE??? OH MY GOD THIS IS SO AMAZING

ngl i very much kin the reader 💀🙏

please PLEASE MAKE A PART TWO OMG?? i cannot believe you're sharing this with all of us, omg omg im so in love with it

#trash of the count's family #totcf #cale henituse #cale henituse x reader #tcf cale #ask me stuff #answered ask #lout of the count’s family #lout of count's family #calehenituse brainrot

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hey Steph! Hope you have some advice for me...I always get extremely nervous when I have to go to work. And I don't understand why, I like my job (and I'm pretty good at it), my coworkers and my boss. Why am I like this 🤧

Hey Nonny! *HUGS*

I'm going to start off by saying I am in no way a professional, I just speak from personal anecdotes and experiences, as well as offering my opinions, so take what I say with a grain of salt, LOL.

Honestly Nonny, it sounds like social anxiety... I had it REALLY bad when I had to go back to the office last year, and I still have it when I have to deal with people on the daily. Public transit makes me super anxious, and other places and situations I'm not familiar with do as well. Could be you're anxious about doing a good job, your body overthinking things subconsciously and then giving a panic response in return.

Basically – and this is something I've had told to me by my therapist – I have control issues that are part of my overall mental health diagnosis. If I don't have control of a situation – like public transit or other people's inability to move at a pace that my brain deems acceptable – then I go into a panic response of immediately trying too assess how to fix things and retake control. Fortunately this is something I am working very hard on in regular therapy with Cognitive Behavioural Therapy (CBT) and basically it's us working on ways to rewire my brain to STOP with the panic response.

BUT AGAIN, that's for me. Could be a similar issue for you too, Nonny, since, scarily, this sounds SO much like me. I'm not as bad as I used to be since I've been seeing my therapist, but it is a LOT of work and money that my insurance covers, thankfully. I think you might benefit, if you're able to, from CBT as well if this is all you're having issues with in relation to anxiety. But again, I can't diagnose you since I'm not trained nor do I know you or more details beyond this ask. BUT my therapist always tells me to look into the "bigger picture"... it's not the JOB that's making you anxious. Do you commute, or is it the prospect of possible failure, or is it certain people (in my case it was all of the above)? Figure out what is triggering that anxiousness in you, and it will be easier to work outwards from there <3

But yeah, I'd at least research CBT, I believe that there are self-management techniques you can do to help with a bit of your anxiety <3

Sorry I'm not much help other than that. Like I said, please take my anecdotes as being just that <3

If anyone has anything they can share, please do.

OH! And Nonny? You're like that because you're human. 💜🖤 No one is perfect.

#steph replies #i am not a professional #my advice #life advice #mental health #social anxiety #chatting with nonnies

[lizandreil]

to those who claim that exy is the most important thing in neil’s life: you are wrong.

while i do agree that in the beginning on the foxhole court neil only cared about exy, his priorities change as the books go.

first of all, neil already chose andrew over exy once when they were barely anything to each other.

neil almost ran when riko murdered seth. who made him stay? andrew. not exy and a chance to play it as much as he can before he has to run again and face his inevitable death. it was andrew and his promise of a home and protection even though neil knew andrew couldn’t protect him from his father.

you seem to forget that neil went to EVERMORE just to get a chance to protect andrew, are you kidding me? he saw a chance to save andrew even though andrew never asked him for protection and took it, knowing damn well what riko can and will do to him. he literally told andrew he wouldn’t just let andrew deal with everything by himself if it means losing him.

and then again, after waymack tells him he wants neil to be vice captain next year, neil panics and runs. and then, in the middle of his panic attack, he subconsciously calls andrew and asks him to come and get him. HELLO??? my brain still cant register it actually happened.

he might not even realize it himself, but his focus from exy shifts to andrew (and yeah, the rest of the foxes) and it stays there. when he was with lola and saying goodbye to neil josten, he was thinking about the foxes and their smiles, then briefly throwing a line about exy balls. the literal last thing he does before saying goodbye is tracing the outline of a key into his injured palm. the same keys andrew have him. (i died several times at this part and cried my eyes out).

he could’ve gotten into witpro, live somewhere far away and play exy there, but he asks to stay. tells andrew that he will leave if andrew tells him to, but asks to stay with the foxes, with andrew, and be neil josten. and once again andrew tells him to stay and be neil abram josten when he asks if he really can be him.

and once he realizes his feeling for andrew? oh boy. neil might not understand how normal relationships work because he has never seen an example of one, but don’t tell me his single-track mind wouldn’t focus solely on andrew, pushing everything and everyone behind. he loves him dearly (fight me nora), was willing to get tortured by riko when there wasn’t anything between them, and you are telling him he wouldn’t choose him over exy when there’s this thing between them? the one andrew stopped denying? he abso fucking lutely would.

and don’t get me wrong, i don’t mean it in a way that he doesn’t care about exy anymore, he does obviously, his life literally depends on it, but if before it was exy, then andrew and the foxes, now it’s andrew. the foxes. exy.

also little thing i’ve been thinking about: neil was trying to fix the foxes’ relationships. he actually made andrew and aaron go to therapy together. in my opinion, so andrew would’ve had someone who isn’t scared of him and understands him once neil vanishes. BECAUSE NEIL WAS QUITE LITERALLY THE ONLY PERSON WHO HAS EVER UNDERSTOOD ANDREW SO EFFORTLESSLY AND NEVER WAS SCARED OF HIM. it hurts so good.

he cares about andrew so much the thought of choosing exy over him wouldn’t even cross his mind. he would choose a weekend away with andrew in columbia over practice with kevin. after andrew graduates, neil would drop everything and flight out to andrew if he needs him.

i need to re-read the entire series to add more details into this because my brain knows i missed a lot of things. but even without remembering all of it, it’s clear that andrew is first for neil at everything, and i will fight anyone who disagrees.

#all for the game #aftg series #the foxhole court #neil josten #andrew minyard #aftg andrew #neil x andrew #aftg neil #andreil #i should be sleeping #who needs sleep anyway #fight me #he loves him #they are in love

[no-gorms]

I love Fond Hearts and I would love to read a fluffy coda for it! Maybe something about Steve being very happy about getting to be with Tony and express affection after weeks of Tony pulling away before?

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Oooh okay that is a fluffy universe, let’s see what we can do.😘

Steve/Tony established relationship, future timestamp for Fond Hearts

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It’s been a long day of meetings. Steve’s tired when he drops onto the couch, but not so tired as Tony, who practically flings himself into the empty corner of the same couch and throws his calves over Steve’s thighs lap without a second thought.

“I want to not open my eyes for the next eight hours,” Tony says, an arm slung over his face. “That’s hyperbole, but please accept the emotional honesty of the statement.”

“Duly noted.” Steve looks at Tony’s feet, considers his options, and makes himself comfortable by putting one hand on Tony’s calf, just under the knee. Tony doesn’t react to that, though his breathing has evened out and he might have drifted off into micro-sleep.

This takes some getting used to. Not that Steve’s complaining – oh no, it’s definitely the opposite. Fact is, the previous few weeks have been a rude awakening, making Steve realize just how much he’d come to rely on Tony being the one to bridge the literal physical distance between them.

Tony’s an exuberant person, and he communicates with his whole body, in some combination of purposeful and subconscious. Tony just claims space, not only with his personality, but literally, too, be it with touches, gestures, or aggressive invasions of personal space that he assumes are welcome. It’s almost a quantitative measure of his trust and friendship, and it filled a void that Steve hadn’t really thought of about himself.

Steve isn’t as awkward as he used to be, but he’s still restrained (though anyone would be, compared to Tony) and most of his attempts to return that kind of physicality simply come off stilted and forced. Hence Steve accepting any and all of Tony’s attempts to reach over, and Steve’s utter dismay when Tony decided to pull back.

Because that stung. A lot.

Yes, he can admit that now. He can acknowledge that there’s also a level of selfishness in that thought, because Tony should never be made to do anything he’s uncomfortable with, but it is what it is.

But they’re together now, astoundingly, and Steve knows to never take Tony’s closeness for granted again. Not a single moment, of Tony bumping his arm or shoulder or hip against Steve’s, or Tony fixing Steve’s collar, or Tony reaching across the meeting room table to steal Steve’s pen just because he can. Every moment is precious.

It might be odd to think that about such ‘small’ things, considering that Steve gets to kiss Tony now, and touch parts of him that he’d never ever dreamed he’d be able to. But importance is relative, and there is joy to be gained from all of it.

All of it.

Even being able to touch Tony’s ankles, and press his thumb against the joint in a slow press that he knows Tony likes.

Tony slowly down his arm down and squints at Steve.

“No?” Steve asks.

“Was gonna ask you not to stop, actually,” Tony says. “And maybe squeeze a little harder.”

“I can do that,” Steve says, getting right on it.

“I like your hands,” Tony blurts out. Steve looks at him in surprise; he knows Tony likes his hands, but the surprise is more that Tony sounds almost embarrassed to say it out loud. “I mean. Yeah. Nice hands. Big. Et cetera.”

“Thank you,” Steve says slowly.

He decides right then that stilted or no, he should still goddamn try. So he reaches out for Tony’s face, and runs his knuckles against Tony’s cheek. It is awkward and unnatural and Steve feels a prickle of self-consciousness about it, but Tony flushes anyway, clearly liking it. Steve nods to himself, determined.

Only Tony’s opinion matters, and Steve will just have to practice.

#scaramouche answers asks #anonymous #scaramouche writes superhusbands fic #verse: fond hearts

[musashi]

im here to essentially second the "its mostly projection" anon re why people are Like This to you.

most people on this website just really fucking hate themselves. You're the only person ive seen on this website afair that doesnt. i think a lot of these people see "oh autistic mentally ill queer person! we must be the same!" and then treat you the way they desperately wish someone would treat them, or the way they treat their friends, who may prefer things that way.

i think the assumption that everyone on tumblr hates themselves really hits whenever you talk about how people perceive you especially. a lot pf people on tumblr would see someone saying "people dont really find me attractive" and interpret it as "/I/ dont find me attractive and my ridiculously low self esteem means i assume all people feel the same way.

i also rather doubt that any of these people actually read your carrd unfortunately. they see what they perceive as someone in distress and in need of comfort and rush right in to "reassure" you. carrds are also one of the hip things to make fun of right now, the assumption may be made that its mostly unimportant stuff about like fandom bullshit.

I think also the fact that you are in fandom makes people think you're like a teenager. a loooot of people, especially actual teens, see fandom as something for "young people" and surely a tax paying adult wouldnt be writing fanfic? a lot of antis will tell older adults who dont buy into their bullshit to "go do your taxes" or "shouldnt you be taking care of your kids" and shit like that

finally, talking about like otherkin stuff, or really just being otherkin is seen as juvenile as well, especially by non kinfolk. i think a lot of people see it as sort of an extension of "playing pretend", rather than the legitimate spiritual belief that it can be

so yeah essentially people are projecting and or see that you do a lot of things they feel are childish or whatever and thats why theyre like that. i dont think theres much you can really do about that unfortunately, short of maybe changing the ask box prompt to like "i am an adult who pays taxes" or something

one small thing that might possibly help is changing your icon? it's ridiculous that people think this way, but from what i can tell, a lot of people see "cartoon character on a pride flag" as a juvenile trait, something only teens really do. whether they know your actual age or not, they could subconsciously assume you are a child essentially.

this is all so valuable information thank you for sending it holy shit.

to be honest. i forgot. that people in the current climate view ANY of these things as immature. i am so steeped in my own reality full of adults who collect toys and write fanfiction that i wholly forgot that there are swaths of the world who view those as hobbies for teenagers and kids. like that thought did not even occur to me. every single adult or friend i have in my life is in fandom in some way fsdgsfd

i really am sympathetic to people with low self esteem who need support but i just wish they wouldn't project onto me. i have my doubts and problems sure but they are not something i listen to, and when they are fixable i simply fix them. i wish people would understand that my peace in life comes from a conscious effort and dedication to loving myself and being happy. there is no secret caveat, there is nothing deeper than that. once upon a time i was miserable. it sucked. so i took the steps to change it, and i will do that forever, as things shift and change. end of statement.

you're right, there's really nothing to be done about this. prompting my ask box is a good idea though, that might get some people to stop. i can't change my icon cause i match with jessica :3 and honestly as much as i'd love folks to leave me alone, pride flag icons are too cute to pass up.

thanks again this is all good food for thought

[for the love of god someone please tell me why everyone treats me like an uwu soft baby who needs protecting/support]

#wendy answers #milesfagworth

[dancingisdangerouss]

Hi Penny!

I read about your lengthy post concerning the plagiarism done by willshipanything and I do agree and stand by you.

I have read the fic before and even I felt suspicious because even the way her Al in the fic talks and acts is alot like how you characterized your Al in ITB and especially BA Al.

Like “lecherous little thing” “sweet thing” are nicknames that I primarily see in your fics. I have read dozens of Grabber x Reader and I dont see those nicknames used liberally. The most common nickname I see in other fics are usually “Dove” or “My sweet girl”

I really do think that she read your work and was heavily inspired by it and I know from past experience that one can take inspo/references of another work and not realize how that could lead to plagiarism. It is odd indeed that the same scenarios and same sentences were used. I also feel sorry that you have to deal with hate online from this whole ordeal. I hope the author would realize their own mistake and own up to it and move towards fixing or making sure they dont seem like plagiarising. Even if they say its not their intention, if there is a big similarity they need to own up and fix that issue for the benefit of their own writing journey as an author and to be respectful to other authors.

Thank you so, so much!! I really appreciate the support here, this whole thing has been such a mess, worse than any plagiarism case I’ve had before (I’ve had like 3-4 in the past, but most either apologized, vanished/stopped posting, or ended up getting reported and removed). I hate that this always seems to happen 😩 Even back in grade school people used to copy me a lot, even if my writing was shit.

The thing is, she messaged me before she began her fic saying she was inspired by mine to start writing, and then in her recent post admitted that as well. Which would have been fine, if it was just…inspired.

To be fair, I see “thing” used in other works, esp. ones where the dominant person is being condescending, but yeah, I hadn’t seen it in any grabber fics (mostly I see dove and bunny).

Tbh it probably wasn’t their intention (at least I hope not, but their behavior recently has been making me question whether they did do it on purpose), but while a lot of things could have been subconsciously taken (I’ve done that before where I wrote a line and then saw it in a poem I read and was like OH SHIT), there were certain things that were absolutely copied and pasted.

I feel like the problem now is that they’ve insisted too hard on it and it would look really bad/it would be really embarrassing at this point to finally own up to it. I think even if she literally copied and pasted my entire story, she’d still find a way to defend herself because she’s dug in too deep now :/

Also, if one more person tries to pick apart one of my points on that list and ignore the post as a whole/the fact that there were many coincidences, I’m going to go into serious Bitch Penny mode.

#penny for your thots #asks #replies #🥺🥺💚💚 #thank you my sweet friend #ily #into the black #black acres #plagiarism

[tangerineloom]

They have already made their minds up that they want certain people dead and even if you talk very logically to a medical professional and say that you were a child when you self injured they will say that you need a mental health assessment and they will judge you and treat you like less of a human beingin Kentucky

And stage you with cancer for fun

I feel like I identify quite well with the similar pants to what you guys kind of painted me as in the first place before on the streets

You have no idea unless you do some of you do so that’s

They can stalk people in town and then call them up to say horrible things to get their heart rates going because they recognise anxiety in a person if you’re having a panic attack and you have a lawyer Office watching you and then they call you and they are a racist establishment apparently as well who don’t know how to speak the English language I said lawyers

Honestly, I may not be able to always fix it because of my anatomy. Does that make sense to some of you because Chelseea to be honest with you? I could cut your goddamn face off in five seconds. You’re the ugliest goddamn whore I have ever ever met you are ugly you are lazy. You are fucking fat and you have nothing to give anyone.

Do you think that I try really? Do you think that I have to try when you can recognise that pitch? Oh you’re gonna call me a fucking bitch really?

This is probably a mixed situation and I feel kind of gross about it because I’m not that kind of a person who looks at stuff that I’m not supposed to look at but if you guys would stop dissecting your own People, you would actually have human beings You would have a little thing with which to play

A big thing

Like that boomerang thing that was hanging on my wall that’s disgusting Hayes 

I don’t know what to make of that one actually that’s the weirdest thing he’s like yeah that really irks me and I’m like well. It irks me as well because I was actually kind of excited about that. Why would that guy be like off the street? but then I know I know I did that thing. Simon like I caught that and you actually do get yourself caught on those little sticky thoughts sometimes and it can cause a slight amount of anxiety anyway I just usually put all of that in a subconscious bucket, now no I was like that then you little whore why do you guys allow people to electrocute babies?

#medical networking to save lives #lgbtqia #queer #self injury #human trafficking #drugs #DEA #Hawaii #Philippines #spam

[omgjumin]

.·⑅ touch me. ♡ nanami kento

summary: you miss nanami and his touch that lingered from the morning.

tags: pet names (love, baby, darling), nanami calls you a good girl like twice but reader is not gendered, afab! reader, slight degradation, praise kink, and thigh riding

notes: i cant stop thinking about riding nanami's thigh i want him so so bad

You didn’t know how you ended up like this. It started out as you innocently missing your boyfriend, Nanami. You laid in bed, stretched out as you watched your favorite show. Nanami was away at work and would only return when he finished the mission he was assigned today. You missed him, of course you did. The way he touched you that morning left your mind running to remember the feeling. His hands gripped your hips as you fixed his tie. His pretty brown eyes stared down at you filled with love. “Thank you, love. I will see you when I’m done, okay? Have a good day.” Nanami leaned down to place a kiss onto your lips as his hands traveled off your hips to cup your face. His body swung yours around leaning you against the wall. What was supposed to be a small quick kiss had turned into a slow lustful kiss. The only sound that filled the shared house was the sound of lips smacking and heavy breaths. “I love you. Stay safe.” You broke away from Nanami’s addicting lips, giving him a smile. “I love you too. I will be, I’ll come home.” You gave Nanami one last kiss before shoo’ing him out the door.

As the memory from the morning came back into your mind, you subconsciously started to spread your legs and find a way to satisfy the need in between them. The purple vibrator that you had used many times with Nanami found its way into your hands. You grabbed onto the silicone and settled it in between your folds. Low whimpers left your lips as you pleased yourself. Hums and broken sighs filled the air as you turned the vibrations to be more frequent. “Fuck-” Your hips stuttered as you applied more pressure. You whined desperately chasing your own pending orgasm. With a roll of your hips, the vibrations hit just the right spot. A string of curses left your mouth as you continued your ministrations. "Fuck, shit, oh my god…" As your orgasm got closer, your hips started to push away from the vibrations. Yet you were eager to release. The overstimulation on your clit was pleasurable to say the least. You shut your eyes closed, wanting to imagine if it was Nanami instead in between your thighs. "Mmm Kento…." You softly moaned his name. The spread of your legs, the loud and unwavering sounds of the vibrator, the cold room temperature breeze that graced your burning skin, and the picture of Nanami right in front of you made it all too hard to breathe. It was sad how you clenched around nothing. Your body was yearning for his touch yet he wasn't here. With the free hand you had, you grabbed onto the sheets. Nails scratching the bed covers as you reach your orgasm. "Oh god…Kento!" You cried out as you came. As stray tears fell down your face, the post orgasm feeling toke over your limp body.

When Nanami got home, what he had expected was for his loving cute girlfriend to run up to him and embrace him. However he was met with soft whimpers and cries of his name. Nanami quietly made his way into the bedroom, leaning up against the door frame. It wasn't polite to watch someone who is in such a vulnerable state but Nanami couldn't help it. There was no way he was going to help you with your pleasure, especially right now. You were able to touch yourself whenever you wanted to, yes, but Nanami always wanted to be there when you did. Whether that's through a phone call or physically present like now.

"Baby I know you're close, go ahead and cum for me. Yeah? You are doing so well for me. Mhm. I know you miss me but I'll be back soon okay? Cum for me now and when I get back, I'll treat you. Good girl. You did well. I love you so much, I'll call you later, okay?"

Nanami softly chuckled as you laid there, unknown of his presence. As you opened your eyes, you observed Nanami’s unreadable expression. You felt as if you were prey under Nanami’s eyes. “Hey, my love. Did you have fun?” Nanami questioned in a provoking manner. “I… Um.” You slowly retracted your legs that were spread out on the bed close to your chest. “You know, it's funny.” Nanami paused as he made his way to the bed. “When I got home, I didn’t expect you to be calling out my name like this. Spread out on the bed, toy in your hand as you played with yourself, moaning my name. You know, if you had waited a little longer, I would’ve helped. Really. It’s pitiful.” When you heard his almost degrading words, you whined. Your thighs squeezed together wanting to satisfy the creeping need in between your legs. “Now I haven’t even touched you yet and your body is eager for me.” Nanami sat down on the bed, his work clothes were still on but he couldn’t care less right now. “Come sit.” Nanami patted his thigh with one hand as the other came to rest on your hips. You were hesitant before you started moving. “But-”

“Now. Don’t let me repeat myself or I’m not going to let you cum.” Your eyes strayed from his burning stare. His shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbow, his arm muscles flexing under shirt as he lifted you onto his leg. “Look at me while you ride my thigh and if you ever look away, you’re not going to finish, okay?” You nodded your head as you began to roll your hips onto his thigh. It was embarrassing how even after having you own orgasm just minutes ago, you were still overwhelmingly needy. Your own wetness seeped through Nanami's pant leg. It's not wrong to say that the wetness aided to your pleasure but it sure was embarrassing. Your eyes shut, not wanting to look into the eyes of the man who was allowing you to get off on his thigh. His hands were placed by your side on the bed. Nanami's expression at that moment was unreadable. You wondered if he was actually angry at you or enjoying that you were taking your pleasure from him. Nanami bounced his leg, only slightly flexing it under your cunt. "Hey, what did I say? Eyes on me." Your eyes snapped open to meet his that were flaring with lust.

"Please." You quietly begged. Your trembling body slowly yet still holding rhythm grinded on his thigh. Your fingers were laced into his suit jacket. You silently begged for him to touch you. You wanted to feel him. You just wanted him. Yet he only hummed not sparing you a single glance while you got off on him. Nanami had looked like he was far more interested in something on his phone rather than his pretty little girlfriend on his thigh. "Please… just help me. I'm so close." Nanami chuckled. His deep but soft laugh filled the air as he shook his head. "It seems you didn't need my help earlier. So why should I help you now?" You wanted to hit him, pound your fists onto his chest, frustrated that you couldn't get what you wanted. You wanted to throw a silly little tantrum just so you could get his attention. But you knew that if you ever were to, there was no chance even then you would ever get touched. Let alone cum. Your legs that were straddling his thigh started to shake. The roll of your hips started to get faster as you pressed your cunt down harder. Your eyes trailed from his to his jawline down to the obvious strain in his pants. The throbbing sensation in between your thighs made you fasten your pace. Whimpers of his name fell past your lips as you got closer and closer by the second.

"Look at you, baby. Fucking yourself on my thigh. It's precious how needy you can get for me." With another roll of your hips, you let out a restricted moan. It was almost frustrating how hot and bothered you are and Nanami hasn't even laid a finger on you. Your hips began to stutter as you brought yourself to your high. You wanted to quit, the overstimulation on your clit was getting to be too much. "Now don't be shy, you can do it. Be my good little whore and cum on my thigh. That's it. Good girl." Setting down his phone, Nanami returned his eyes on you. Your fucked out expression was what made Nanami's dick twitch. Tears began to form and fall down your cheeks. You leaned down onto Nanami's chest and rested there. As you caught up with your breath, he rubbed small strokes against your back. "You did so well for me, my love. Shhh, it's okay. Let me take care of you now." Your hands gripped onto his dress shirt as you mumbled something incoherent. "Baby, look at me. What's wrong?" Nanami's eyes looked nothing short of concern. The hand that was holding your waist was now wiping off any fallen tears. "I missed you and I wanted you to touch me but you didn't." You choked out. Your body felt empty without him touching you in any way. Your eyes blinked slowly as you were being held in his arms. "I'm sorry, my love. I'm here to touch and love you now, okay?" You nodded before letting yourself be flipped over, your back now making contact with the mattress. Nanami softly smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to your lips. Just as the morning, what was meant for a small quick kiss turned to be a passionate filled kiss. You grabbed onto Nanami's tie, pulling him closer into the kiss. "You're so cute. And for the record, I did miss you too. I was thinking about you all day."

"Just fuck me already, Kento."

Nanami chuckled once again, "Alright, darling."

#nanami #nanami kento #i cant stop thinking abt him #looking at nanami isnt enough i need him inside me #kento nanami #nanami fluff #nanami smut #nanami kento fluff #nanami kento smut #nanami kento is so hot #maybe if nanami was real fr #jjk smut #nanami kento x reader #i can be a good girl for you nanami #omgjumin

[sukirichi]

crush

pov. you have a crush on your brother’s best friend

request. Hi! Congrats on 2.4k!!🤩 For the event, may I request an au where reader is Yuuta’s sister? Can be gn/fem reader anything is fine. And they fall in love with Toge? Fluff fluff fluff please

notes. awww i love this request, i have a fat crush on toge so i enjoyed writing this! i made this a modern high school au, by the way!

You stare disappointedly at the black wrappings of your bento, sighing because your brother took the wrong one again. Waving goodbye to your friend, you made your way to your brother’s classroom, knocking on the door to get his attention. However, it isn’t your brother who’d stopped laughing mid-conversation. Instead, it’s a familiar-looking platinum haired guy, his purple eyes glimmering with mischief as he slapped your brother’s arm.

“Yo, Yuta, I think someone’s looking for you,” you heard him say.

Meanwhile, you just stood there blankly, your throat growing dry because he was cute – like actually handsome boy-next-door cute.

You’ve met lots of cute guys before, but they were all very immature that you found no interest in others. He, on the other hand, was nothing less of polite, shooting up from his seat because your stupid brother was too invested in his video games. The guy flashed you a bright smile, the beauty of his face up close enhanced that you felt your heart squealing.

Not that you’d ever show that, of course, so you just reciprocated with a polite smile to hide your frantic nerves.

“Hi! You here for Yuta-kun?”

“Y-yes.”

Before he could speak, an arm had shoved him aside. Yuta stood before you, his frown apparent while his friend stayed at the side, a smile still playing on his lips. It took all your energy to not stare at him too much in fear he’d easily read through you.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

“You swapped lunches with me,” you shoved the black bento box to his chest, stepping closer to your brother to whisper in his ear. “Is that a friend of yours?”

“Yeah, he’s Toge. He used to play with us a lot before he moved away, but his family’s back in town. Don’t you remember him?”

“No…”

“Toge, come here!” he called out to his retreating friend, the guy freezing in his tracks before he jogged up to where you were quickly. Oh crap, you kept gushing, he really was cute. He placed an arm around your brother’s shoulder, nodding at you as a greeting. “Remember my sister? You used to play with her a lot when we were kids. You kept stealing her Barbies, remember?”

“I did?” Toge looked shocked, his back bending into a fake bow. “I’m very sorry for that, but don’t worry, I don’t do that anymore.”

“I don’t play with Barbies at this age!” you defended, heat spreading all over your skin when he winked at you. Both of them laughed at your flushed face, and you crossed your arms on your chest, glaring at your brother. Really though, you were just trying to hide the fact you were very attracted to his friend, even more so now that he was actually familiar. “Stupid Yuta-nii.”

“You’re cute,” Toge randomly piped in.

If you were feeling shy before, you couldn’t speak now.

“Dude, don’t talk about my sister like that,” Yuta gagged, slapping his friend on the chest who effortlessly ducked away, his laughter like music in your ears. You stared at him for who knew how long, his happiness absorbed in your body as you found yourself giggling back. Yuta, on the other hand, wasn’t as impressed, rolling his eyes at his friend before turning to you. “You should go back to class. The bell will ring soon.”

“Okay,” you nodded quietly, hesitating for a moment. Surely it wouldn’t be too weird, right? Deciding to heck with it though, you balled your hands into fists, mustering the courage to look him in the eye as you said, “See you, Toge-senpai.”

He simply shrugged his brows up as a farewell, and just like that, you dashed down the hall so fast you put Quicksilver to shame.

Great. Out of all the days it had to storm, it had to be on the rare moment you forgot your umbrella. Unsurprisingly enough, it was Yuta’s fault for making you forget it. Both of you had slept in too much, but instead of being the responsible older brother, he left you to prepare the meals all by yourself while he spent half an hour fixing his hair. In your haste to arrive on school on time, you’d forgotten to pick up your umbrella, and now the misfortune of it slapped you right on the face.

“Tch, how can I go home?” you glared at no one in particular.

Yuta had to stay behind for baseball practice in the covered court, leaving you all alone to take the bus by yourself. Well, not that it mattered, going home alone was way better than listening to your brother rant about video games and girls he wanted to talk to in class.

Shifting your weight from one foot to another, brows pinched as you mulled on the different ways you could come back home, you came up with two options.

One, run like hell and risk getting sick from this weather, or two, wait for the rain to subside.

But ugh, you wanted to go home already. Before you knew it, you’d unknowingly pouted, arms hugged to yourself while you cursed your stupid brother a hundred times over in your head. Too lost in your own thoughts, you failed to hear humming from behind you, a scream nearly ripping from your lips when someone planted himself beside you.

“Hey, you’re here!”

You gazed up at him wide-eyed, subconsciously stepping away to keep your beating heart at bay. “H-hello, Toge-senpai.”

“Please, just call me Toge,” he offered, opening his umbrella before his eyes landed on you. Probably realizing you were quite helpless, Toge smiled, nudging you to come closer to him. “Hey, I’ll walk you home. You guys still live in the same block?”

“Yeah.”

And so there you were, debating that maybe Yuta’s carelessness wasn’t such a bad thing. After all, if it would lead to your crush taking you home, then you weren’t complaining. Funny how the weather seemed so gloomy, a huge contrast to the sunshine you radiated at the sheer happiness of living out your most romantic fantasies. It was silly, actually, to crush on your brother’s best friend of all people, but Toge was so nice and handsome – it was kind of impossible not to like him.

In the span of two weeks that you’d known him, he’d been nothing but friendly. And no, you weren’t going to admit you started visiting their classroom more often than before, simply because you wanted to get a glimpse of him.

Toge pulled you out of your lovesick trance, his arm landing on your waist before he shifted you beside him. You noticed he was now closer to the road while you were on the safer side of the sidewalk, and god, did he just step closer? He was close enough that your arms brushed with each step, sending a wave of heat that you bit back by tugging your lips with your teeth.

“For warmth,” he explained as if reading your mind, arm raised lazily in a shrug. “Wouldn’t want you to get cold.”

“Thank you,” you muttered, hiding your face under your scarf.

You and Toge were silent the whole time, but it was a silence you adored. Very rarely that you found comfort in silence with others, but with Toge, it felt so easy – so natural. You hadn’t even realized you were already at home, Toge chuckling at your spaced out self. He bid his farewell then, his back facing yours as he walked away when you blurted, “Oh, my parents aren’t home. I think you should stay first to let the rain calm down a bit. You live a little far from school, right?”

Toge looked a little surprised, his eyes shooting up to the sky with a sigh. Inwardly, you were screaming because you just invited him inside, but Toge was already waddling back to you before you could regret it.

“Yeah, thanks for the invitation. I don’t think I should go home in this weather too,” he said, following you across the threshold. He looked around in awe, his shoes left in the front door before he crossed the living room with you, his eyes shining with nostalgia and happiness. “Wow, your place hasn’t changed one bit. I missed being here.”

You flashed him a smile. Turns out it wasn’t that bad – Toge being comfortable made you comfortable. Aside from the nervousness partnered with shyness from having a crush, you applauded yourself for being able to look him in the eye as you asked, “Do you want tea, coffee…?”

“Water is fine. Thanks,” he shrugged off his jacket and placed it behind a chair, chuckling when you nodded too fast. Toge, much to your dismay (or delight?!) trailed behind you in the kitchen, having no business looking that handsome as he leaned against the counter. Him being unaware of his effect on you was even worse, and you bit the inside of your cheeks, trembling as you poured him a glass of water. 

From behind you, Toge snickered, “Why are you so jittery? Do I make you nervous?”

“A-a little.”

“Why? Am I intimidating?” he appeared beside you out of nowhere, so close that you could count his lashes. You leaned back with a muffled squeal, eyes wide at the proximity. Toge, as always, seemed completely unaware of it, taking his time to assess your features with a hand on his chin as if all the answers he was looking for was written all over your face. “Yuta told me I was very easy to approach though.”

“No, it’s not that, I just…” you stuttered, giving in with weak knees and turning your head to the side. Your heart, your poor heart! “Crap, I hate myself.”

“You were saying something?”

“I, uhm, it’s just,” you panicked, mind failing to function now of all times. “I think…I have a crush on you?”

The room fell silent.

Realization dawning on you, you flattened your palms together in a begging motion. Toge merely blinked back at you, and you were so close to just kneeling to the gods to rid yourself of this moment forever. “Please forget everything I said, I’m so sorry! Gosh, Yuta’s going to kill me, forget I said anything, I didn’t mean to be weird.”

“Hey, chill, it’s fine!” he laughed, helping you get up just before you fell in exasperation. Then, he smirked at you, wiggling his brows in the process. “I kind of knew that anyway, to be honest.”

“You do?”

“Yeah, I mean, you asked me to marry you when we were kids,” he informed you, but the memory never played back in your mind. It wasn’t a lie though, you really did ask him that when you were kids. Embarrassment taking hold of you, you groaned behind your palms, feeling like your heart was going to explode every now and then.

“Oh my gosh…”

“It’s okay,” Toge peeled your arms away from your face, his grin nothing less of teasing the moment he’s greeted by your shyness. “I did say yes – let’s just wait after high school, yeah?”

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Wrestling With Some Feelings

Wrestling with some Feelings

“Wh-What are you doing…?" Ahmed moaned as a trail of slime slid into his singlet. Just the very touch caused his body to react with an eruption of pleasurable waves. He collapsed onto the locker room floor, slowly humping the floor to get any sort of friction on his hardening dick. "Haa… aahhhh...haaa…! This isn't… right." Ahmed bit down on his lip before letting down another desperate moan. So caught up in this invasive bliss that he didn't even care when the slimy creature squeezed itself into his leaking cock. Instead, he welcomed it. Thoughts of championships and the thrill of victory soon vanished beneath a blanket of ecstasy. "Ah! Ahhh! H-Holy fuck, I'm—!"

Ahmed wasn't able to finish as his body yielded to the enigmatic invader. His vision swam and he felt dizzy until he collapsed on a puddle of his precum. Ahmed's body convulsed on the ground, unable to even call for help, until he suddenly became rigid, back arched as if mid-orgasm. Then, he relaxed. Slowly, he rose from the ground and took a peek inside his wrestling singlet. "Damn kid, you got a sweet-ass body," he said, stretching his body and letting out a satisfying grunt as something popped. His more reserved personality and mannerisms were completely gone, as though it was someone else entirely. “Don’t worry, I’m not gonna stay here forever. Just long enough to throw that match with Clay tonight. Can’t let my son lose that scholarship. You understand, right?” Adjusting his singlet again, the man in possession of Ahmed, Jerry, let out a sensual groan. “Ohhh, and maybe take advantage of this little body for a while. Not every day an old fart like me can be a young and sexy college stud for a few hours."

There was still time until the match, and considering how it would just be throwing the match to Clay, it wouldn’t take much effort. For now, Jerry could relax and enjoy what Ahmed's body had to offer. Grinning, he squeezed Ahmed's meat through the fabric and threw his head back in a low moan. "You're so lucky, being so sensitive. C'mon, let's get real acquainted."

Clay’s father had to struggle to keep his erection down as Clay seriously manhandled him the whole match. Each of Ahmed’s nerves seemed to be turbo-charged and Clay’s rough hands only seemed to aggravate that. With every slam and struggle—every time flesh met flesh with a flash of friction, Clay’s father found himself growing flushed. Didn’t even have to try that hard to throw, his over-horned body did the job for him.

Was it the spell or perhaps something more? Either way, soon Jerry found himself pinned to the mat with his son sneering down at him. The ref called the final point, and that was it. Jerry walked back to the locker rooms, ignoring the calls from his coach and friends. He couldn’t risk anyone catching on to his lack of disappointment.

To make sure the locker room would be empty, Jerry took an extremely long shower—checking his goods one last time before he would have to leave and return home to congratulate his son. Towel around his waist, he made his way over to the locker only to meet a meaty arm blocking his way. 

"Gotta say, kinda disappointed in your performance today, Ahmed," Clay said with a glare.

“Oh, Clay! Uh, wh-what can I say? Performance anxiety,” Jerry said, shrugging.

Clay tilted his head in confusion. “The hell’s happened to you? All jumpy and squirrely.” He took a step forward, cornering his father against the lockers. “You sick or something? Honestly looking real weird.”

Swallowing, Clay’s father said, “Um, I suppose you just have the magic touch,” he said, mind racing to come up with a lie that would be somewhat believable. “Body got all hot and cold with you manhandling me like that.” Jerry prayed that his face and ears weren’t turning as red as he thought they were.

Clay nodded to himself while squinting as if deciphering a difficult piece of text. "That so…?” Hoping that was enough, Jerry began to walk away. However, Clay slammed both of his arms against the lockers, pinning his father completely. “All you had to do was ask,” Clay whispered, his incredulous look turning into one of passion. Without a word, he leaned and kissed Jerry on his borrowed lips. Too shocked to even fight, Jerry leaned back and shut his eyes. What did this rush of passion mean? It was as if a dam had suddenly burst open.

Caught in this stream of passion, Jerry met Clay's kiss with equal aggression. It was as if he was possessed by whatever sentiments Ahmed had locked away deep inside of his subconscious. Either way, Jerry couldn’t even bother trying to resist the youthful hormones that danced in every inch of his hunky, borrowed body.

“Damn, you taste real fine,” said Clay, leaning away to stare at the giddy, bubbly mess that was Jerry. “Your lips feel so nice. Bet they’d be even better wrapped around my dick,” he said, slapping his thigh as he said so. Jerry glanced down and saw his son’s fully erect cock straining against the confines of the singlet. Wordlessly, he nodded and got down on his knees. The taste was so salty, but he didn’t mind it at all. Hearing his son’s pleasured moans and the cock threatening to unhinge Ahmed’s jaw was enough to get Jerry’s own dick hard.

“Make me see white,” Jerry breathed as he drew back with a pop. He spread his legs, trying to show as much of his ass he could. “Fuck me hard, Clay. I don’t think I can live without that cock inside of me once.”

“Say no more.” With a grunt of effort, Clay lifted Jerry up and placed him down onto one of the benches. “Don’t worry, I’ll be nice and gentleman-y like.” Leaning up to steal another sensual kiss, Clay teased the rim of Ahmed’s hole with his cockhead. Jerry moaned and bit down on his lips. He took a few breaths, trying to relax, before just leaning back and staring up at the ceiling. "Hold on, relax," whispered Clay, using a finger to loosen him up. "Got some lube in my locker. Give me a sec."

“You have what?” Jerry exclaimed as Clay briefly walked off. “H-How often do you do this here.”

Once Clay returned, he just grinned and said, “Enough.”

Though Jerry wanted to continue asking his son, the finger that penetrated him had another idea. Jerry, nearly cross-eyed, immediately tightened as a reflex. He leaned back, moaning like a slut as Clay slipped in another finger. Then another. “F-Fuck, I-I’m fucking cumming!” Jerry shouted as his dick erupted with shot after shot of pent-up aggression.

“Damn, came from just fingering?” Clay grinned. “Hope you still got fuel in the tank, Ahmed. I still haven’t got a chance to shoot my shot.”

Breathing heavily, Jerry nodded as he spread his legs even further. Despite his climax abating, the sensual haze in his mind didn’t leave. Instead, he felt as though he could cum again and again that night. “I’m still not satisfied. Split me in half, Clay!” He moaned. Although the more logical part of Jerry's mind screamed and begged, he didn't give a shit. He just wanted this hunky hole filled and his son's cock was the one thing that could fix that.

Clay wasted no time. He spread Jerry as much as he cut and gave a slow, experimental thrust. When Jerry didn't scream, he slowly picked up the pace. "Mm, yeah. Nrgh, fuck yeah," he grunted with every thrust. There was no reason to go so quick that it would take away from the passion. As promised, he was gentle with strong, rhythmic thrusts. Jerry met each one with the same rhythm. Every nerve seemed to be on fire as Clay's cock filled him—as though Jerry was finally complete. With this body and this cock inside of him, he was reaching Nirvana.

After what seemed like a lifetime of pleasure, Jerry noticed Clay’s core tightening. His face was flushed and his body was covered in a sheen of sweat. “I’m—nggh—I’m gonna blow my load. Want me to cum inside?” Jerry quickly nodded. Clay grinned. “Good answer.” With renewed vigor, Clay continued plowing into Jerry as he babbled nonsense. “C’mon, Ahmed. Scream for me.” He said, slapping Ahmed’s quivering thighs.

“Oh my god,” said Jerry, covering his face to hide the tears. He was elated and embarrassed all at once. His own offspring was smashing him and all he could do was moan and allow it to happen. It had been years since he had sex this good, and he knew that Ahmed felt the same. No, for Ahmed it was even more intense. Somehow, Jerry understood that Ahmed had never had sex before. Now, at that moment, Jerry was losing his virginity for Ahmed. With that in mind, Jerry could feel his climax swiftly approaching.

“I'm gonna nut! I'm gonna—MMM!" Jerry stopped as Clay suddenly embraced him with a long, intense kiss. Unable to handle the heat and the passion any longer, Jerry climaxed. Both of their bodies became drenched in semen, but neither of them cared. All they wished was to taste as much of themselves in that kiss.

Sorry, Ahmed, thought Jerry, lemme just stay in this body for a little while longer. I’ll leave tomorrow in the morning. Promise.

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