#<- block this tag if you are tired of me talking about my ex

[algae-tm]

KILL BILL P.6

Charles Leclerc x famous singer! reader

Warnings : morally grey reader, toxic exes

Author’s note : There are so many x readers where the reader doesn’t do anything wrong, which I love don’t get me wrong but I wanted to write one where she’s a bit flawed. And obvs I cannot hate her cause she’s just in love and this is lossely (very loosely) based around real life events y’all so I get it! And also I love Alex 😭 I was gunna make her the villain but I literally can’t! So this is going a bit of a diff direction, in terms of ending. - Algae 🌱

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INSTAGRAM

y/bff/n

liked by lewishamilton, oscarpiastri and 678,798 others

y/bff/n : talking about boys over brunch? (tagged : yourusername)

yourusername : feels like I’m 18 again

— user3 : holdup when did y/n and Charles get together?

— user4 : she was 18 and he was 19/20…

— user5 : lmao that’s why he’s got her wrapped round his finger… poor baby hasn’t known any better

— user7 : not you guys acting like Charles groomed her be so serious! they have a 1 and a half year age gap touch grass.

— user9 : you can’t argue with people like this, they’re so chronically online!

— user4 : so how did they meet?

— user19 : google is free!

— user6 : her and Lewis did a fashion campaign when she was 16, and he sort of took her under his wing, cause I think her parents were a bit... I believe she then met Charles when she came to watch a race and watched the f2 race as well.

user1 : y/n telling you about how she’s a slut?

— y/bff/n : only ever having been with 1 man equals slut?

— user1 : going after a man with a girlfriend surely does.

lewishamilton : we love to see it

— y/bff/n : we sure do 😍

— yourusername : not you guys acting like I was dead in a ditch…

— y/bff/n : you were in man purgatory, it’s basically the same thing.

user11 : does Oscar know y/bff/n?

— user12 : No why?

— user11 : cause bros lurking in the comments

— user1 : lmao you think the skank’s gunna go for him next? (user1 has been blocked)

— user13 : @oscarpiatri trust you do not know how to handle @yourusename

— user11: poor baby she’d eat him alive

user13 : oh to be a fly on the wall for the Charles convo

user14 : trust it was hours long

INSTAGRAM

yourusername

liked by lewishamilton, danielricciardo, carlossainz55 and 10,987,843 others

yourusername : boys are awful and grotesque. i had to decompress on an island to get the crazy out of my brain. it’s a good thing mics are portable. Thank you Ephraim! My concierge for finding me a keyboard so I could get you guys this song that entered my brain almost two weeks ago and refused to leave. It’s a good teaser for my album, which is out in TWO days. so without further ado hope y’all like The Weekend!! if you don’t like it I’ll cry.

lewishamilton : oh this gives context to the unhinged messages you sent me at 1 am

— yourusername : I’m an artist, it’s my creative process

— lewishamilton : well this is way more constructive than turning up in Monaco

— user5 : oop- not you clocked by Lewis Hamilton of all people

— user7 : well I’m happy that Lewis doesn’t condone the behaviour of a slag

— user8 : lmao even her friends are getting tired of her

— user9 I think y’all are forgetting that they were together for six years, it was y/n’s first relationship, he dumps her out of the blue gets a new girlfriend within months. I for one would also go a bit crazy and need to be secluded on an island! Too bad I don’t have island money lmao

lewishamilton : I’ve been listening non stop! You truly out did yourself kid 🖤

y/bff/n : thank god you are not in Canada rn

y/bff/n : i was having a heart attack!

y/bff/n : you need to tell me before you travel across the world! We cannot have a repeat of last time.

— yourusername : have I really traumatised you that badly?

——y/bff/name : yes

—— lewishamilton : yes

—— yoursiblinguser : yes

—— friend1 : yes

—— danielricciardo: yes

—— oscarpiastri : yes

——yourusername : now hang on @oscarpiatri I don’t even know you!

— — oscarpiastri : wanna change that?

——- user11 : not you going after your dad’s ex

——-user14 : about to be a messy family reunion

——-danielricciardo : check that Aussie charm 🇦🇺

user7 : okay someone please talk about the lyrics????? Right off the bat it’s unhinged?? “WHY YOU WANT ME WHEN YOUVE GOT A GIRL??!” No cause that is so true like @charles_leclerc why are you still contacting her when Alex is right there?? (Liked by yourusername)

— user8 : ‘knowing it’s selfish, knowing I’m desperate’ oh she’s DOWN BAD!!

— user7 : you get it… cause DESPERATE, you’re describing yourself as desperate?? Bad bitch down in aisle 4 I fear!

user9 : lmao no cause you’ve outdone yourself! What do you mean ‘my man is my man, is your man. Heard that’s her man too’

— user21 : no cause she really is not a serious individual 😂

— user10 : the song is a bop don’t get me wrong but am I the only one who’s thinking about Alex in all this??

— user11 : poor girl hasn’t done anything apart from like a serial monogamist…

— user12 : I mean after this release Alex just needs to count her losses and leave him (liked by alexandrasaintmleux)

— user13 : oop- not her liking… clock it! But at this point I think this is just a messy situation where everyone’s gunna lose. Especially Alex poor girl never stood a chance

user22 : I just keep him satisfied through the weekend!

— user23 : you’re like 9 to 5 I’m the weekend!!!!

— user24 : make him lose his mind every weekend!!!!

sza : please god never let me be this down bad over a man 🙏🏾

— yourusername : now I know you’re not the one talking 🤨

badgalriri : 🖤

donatella_versace : DONATELLA VERSACE 💜

user17 : release the album NOW!

user18 : I’m sorry but weren’t we just mad at her? Releasing a song doesn’t make you automatically in the right? In fact even the song paints her as a bit of a villain :( I can’t imagine poor Alex listening to it.

— user19 : right? She’s practically begging him to cheat with her

— user15 : i really don’t know how to feel about the whole situation but it’s definitely not a good feeling…

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TAGLIST

@forevercaffeinated-lee @callsignwidow

#charles leclerc smau #f1 smau #charles leclerc x black!reader #charles leclerc x female reader #charles leclerc x reader #formula 1 smau #f1 fanfic #f1 x reader #formula one smau

[taylortruther]

midnights is a hard album for me in general because of the timing but bejeweled in particular is wild because i literally texted my best friend around july 2022 that "i miss shining and being myself" -- it was the best way i could articulate why this wonderful relationship was making me so unhappy. and hearing bejeweled in october was like the most healing, fun, painful, comforting, "oh shit," "oh thank god i'm not alone" things ever

#jaycee's tags made me think of this #journal time #<- block this tag if you are tired of me talking about my ex #i am also tired but this time of year is HARD

[munamania]

i can’t believe i just read a post with my own two eyes that the only interesting thing about ronance is steve’s emotional reactions to them. steve stans do you hear yourself. and can you ever like. not say things

#i understand with the characters in the show right. that none of your fun pretend steve gay ships would need to be examined by an outsider #bc eddie’s new and jonathan. is on the other side of the nancy breakup lol. and yet no one involves her or those complex feelings talking #abt them. but we want all of steve’s possible emotional reactions to the lesbian characters #can i be honest. i am so tired of the trope where there’s a guy who one of them breaks up with and he’s just there after the lesbians get #together and ik that’s not the case here and it’s just residual resentment for that bleeding into this but. are you joking #ngl! i don’t want to know about a man’s opinions of my relationships. even if it’s my gf’s ex. even if we all happen to be friends. like #maybe im in the minority there. maybe it’s okay if steve is just like whatever #because he canonically said he was over her. and i get first loves mean a lot. but like. what the fuck #like???????????? #i get he’s your baby boy he’s your number one he can do no wrong. but. that’s the only part of the r0nance dynamic you care about #that’s all you want to know. very least you could do is not involve that post anywhere near the tags #something abt it just doesn’t sit right. and ik you can come at me with ‘just block people’ #but i think i’m disturbed by the number of people who are like omg yeah!!!!! #maybe not everything has to be abt him idk just a thought. sorry steve stans. #also i realize it’s not a ‘trope’ that’s the wrong word but it’s happened enough in shows that i’m like oh my god. can the lesbians just #like exist maybe. perhaps

[zepskies]

Show Me - Part 2

Pairings: Dean Winchester x Plus-sized Latina!Reader || Sam Winchester x Eileen Leahy (background)

Summary: Dean meets your infamous ex-boyfriend at a fallen hunter’s funeral. You just forgot to mention that he’s a hunter as well. Maybe because he still has the power to get under your skin…in the worst of ways.

AN: I know I said I'd release this on Wednesday, but I thought I'd get this out a bit early. Here’s Part 2! **Read Part 1 here.

Word Count: 5,300

Tags/Warnings: 18+ only! Smut, angst, body insecurity, hurt/comfort, body appreciation.

☕ Midnight Espresso Masterlist

Part 2: “A Thorough Reminder”

It’s a few hours’ drive back to Lebanon.

Dean stops at one of your favorite restaurant chains for takeout, though he notices how you only eat about half of what you ordered. Even he managed to eat all of his bacon cheeseburger, and that was after an entire afternoon of snacking and day drinking.

“Thought you were hungry,” he says.

You shrug as you package up the rest of your dinner and lean back in the passenger seat.

“I don’t know. Guess I don’t have much of an appetite today.”

You’re normally a stress eater, by trade. But today, a familiar anxiety has crept in, taking root in your chest, and creating a mental block between your throat, your brain, and your stomach.

Despite what some people might like to believe, Dean does notice the small things, when it matters.

He glances at you, catches the way you rub at your tired face and release a small sigh.

“You okay?” he can’t help but ask.

You nod absently. “I’m fine, Dean.”

His lips press together. That doesn’t sound like fine. It sounds a lot like Winchester fine.

“I didn’t know he was a hunter,” he remarks.

You both know who he’s referring to. You look over at him, resigned, and a little annoyed.

Dean’s palms lift halfway off the steering wheel as he shrugs.

“You made it seem like he was a normal Joe,” he says. “Some dude you met in Miami.”

“We did meet in Miami,” you confirm. Part of you falters with another sigh. You don’t want to talk about this, but you suppose you might as well get it over with. Dean deserves an explanation.

“Okay, here it is,” you begin. “Carter came into town on a job. I caught wind of it not long after he did, and when we eventually ran into each other, we agreed to work the case…”

And you and Carter were good together, at least on the hunt. There had been a certain rugged charm and confidence to him that had drawn you in (apparently, you had a type). When he’d asked to stay with you for a few days, you hadn’t been able to say no.

“I thought it was because…he wanted to see more of me,” you explain. Your expression turns dry. “Maybe that was part of it, but mainly, he was broke. He literally couldn’t leave. Not until he scored some cash.”

Dean doesn’t want to think about how that guy charmed you, luring you in with what he thought you might want to hear. Though he processes all this with a nod. You’ve filled in most of the gaps, and he thinks he knows where this part of the story leads to: the one thing you did tell him about your ex.

“So you helped him get a job,” Dean supplies. His wry gaze meets yours. “At the local strip joint.”

“As a bouncer,” you specify. “He wasn’t qualified for much else. As it was, he needed me to talk to the manager for him. It was a Miami club run by Latinos. They weren’t going to hire a random white guy off the street who didn’t even speak Spanish.”

“Not until you finessed them,” Dean smirked.

You flash him a small smile. “I’m good with people.” 

You hadn’t realized it at the time, under the haze of a hunters’ romance, but everything with Carter had been at his convenience, and whatever he needed from you. A hunting partner. A bit of money (a loan, he’d claimed). Some good food and a place to stay, free of charge. Not to mention a warm bed.

The giver in you had been all too ready to oblige.

“And when he got enough money to hit the road, he asked me to go with him,” you continue. “My grandma was still alive at the time. I had never left the city for more than a few days before, in case she needed me, but she told me to go. To live my life…so I did.”

You turn to Dean then. You suck in a breath as your eyes begin to sting.

“It’s my biggest regret,” you say. “She was gone by the end of the year.”

Dean sobers. His eyes soften, and he reaches across your thigh for your hand. You lace your fingers with his.

“I told you, she basically raised me,” you say. You brush away a tear from your cheek, sniffling. “…I should’ve been there.”

Dean raises your hand to his lips. “That’s not on you.”

You shake your head instead of answering. You’d been on a hunt with Carter when you got the call from your grandma’s neighbor. For almost a year, you’d lost what you hadn’t realized was precious time.

Meanwhile, you’d become what you’d thought was a partner, both on the Job and in life. Turns out, you’d been more like a sidekick, allowing Carter to tell you where, when, and how. It took your grandmother’s death to snap you out of the trance. 

So you went home, picked up the pieces of your life…and you started again, somehow.

“A few months later,” you say, squeezing Dean’s hand. “I met you in a dirty bar in Las Cruces.”

He shoots you a more amused look.

“You mean you tried to hustle me,” he says.

Your lips curve into a grin. “Oh, please. You knew what you were getting into.”

Dean chuckles at that, tossing his head back against his headrest.

“Well, not exactly,” he says. Your hand is still tucked in his, and his thumb draws back and forth across your fingers.

He hadn’t known you were a hunter at first. He’d noticed your curves in those tight jeans and fitted top, your red lips, the shade of your hair, the perceptive gleam in your eyes—he’d liked it all.

Still, after he watched you hustle a guy out of all his money that night, just to give him $30 back so he could afford to get home…he’d known then that there was something special about you.

Then you’d slid into the seat next to him at the bar. Your English had been as smooth as your Spanish, and he’d been all too willing to get hooked into a game of pool with you.

He hadn’t known then that he was staring into the face of his future. 

“I knew I wanted you in my bed that night,” Dean says. His easy smile is flirtatious, but his eyes are honest, finding yours. “I just didn’t count on you being even more badass than I took you for.”

Your cheeks warm as you fight a deeper smile, shaking your head.

You lean over as far as you can with your seatbelt on and press a kiss to his cheek. You linger there, with your hand reaching out to caress his face. You don’t want his eyes to leave the road, but you want him to know what he means to you right now. 

After you pull away, he gives you one of those grins, and his eyes are dancing. It makes him both a giant dork, and incredibly charming all at once.

Not for the first time, you’re grateful to know this man—let alone be with him.

And yet, Dean knows.

Something’s not quite right with you.

He feels it in his gut when you two get back to the bunker that night. You shower quickly and alone, and you took a change of clothes into the bathroom with you, like he’s never seen you naked before.

By the time Dean finishes his own shower and gets dressed, you’re getting ready for bed as you putter about the room. He eyes your long pants and sweatshirt.

“You cold?” he asks, while digging in his dresser for a clean pair of sweatpants.

You spare him a glance, but you don’t fully turn to him while you go through your skincare routine with your hair clipped up.

“No, I’m good,” you reply.

“So why the long johns,” he quips, gesturing at your pants. He can’t remember the last time you wore anything but a shirt and underwear to bed (or less). He catches the look on your face in the dresser mirror: a slight pause, a press of your lips, but your face is otherwise guarded.

“I guess I am a little cold,” you say. You head to the bathroom again to finish the rest of your nightly routine, but you don’t see the way Dean’s frown follows you.

He later waits for you in bed. He pauses in his iPad scrolling when you slip in beside him under the covers. You've let your hair back down, nice and wild the way he likes it.

You heave a sigh. “Good night.”

“Hold up,” Dean says. With a hand on your shoulder, he stops you from facing away from him. He leans in and caresses your cheek with his thumb. You give him a small smile.

And he gives you a slow, purposeful kiss. He pulls away, just enough to see your eyes, beautiful and warm. He leans in again and angles into a new kiss, one that deepens with a spark of heat. He props himself up with a forearm above your head, digging into your pillows.

His thigh slots between your legs. For a reason you don’t want to name, you fight the instinct to press your center against him. His hand on your cheek slides down your neck, down the front of your close-necked shirt, between your breasts. He finds purchase on your hip and squeezes soft, tender flesh.

That’s when you stop him with a gentle push on his chest.

You slowly break from his kiss and lick your lips. Your eyes are apologetic.

“I’m sorry, baby. I’m just…I’m tired,” you say.

Dean nods and lets out a sigh through his nose. He shifts more fully onto his side, lifting his weight off of you, and brushes your hair back from your face.

“You sure you don’t have anything you wanna talk about?” he asks.

You raise a brow at him. “Like what?”

“Like how you’re letting that asshole get back into your head,” Dean replies.

His gaze feels heavy on you, and you pause, staring back at him in soft shock.

“I’m not—”

“Look, I know you. And whatever this is, it’s more than what we talked about in the car,” he says, with a firm, yet gentle gaze. “If there’s something else you need to get out, you can tell me.”

Dean has worked hard to help you through the mental roadblocks you’ve had in the past—about you being comfortable with yourself, and with him. He’s not going to let some dipshit like Carter undo all of that, unraveling you with a single thread.

But your mouth works as you start to get annoyed, and even a bit angry at his accusation.

“Just because I don’t want to have sex, doesn’t mean I’ve got a problem, okay Dean? I just want to sleep,” you say tersely.

Dean’s jaw clenches at your tone. His head quirks, and he nods.

“Fine,” he says. “We’ll sleep.”

He turns around and shut off his beside lamp, casting the room in darkness. You huff and turn onto your side, away from him.

You cover yourself with the blankets up to your shoulders, but the longer you lay there in silence, the more that guilt prickles in your chest, along with the tightness of anxiety that welled up when he started to touch you.

Fuck, what’s wrong with me? you think, trying to work through the emotion clogging in your throat. You haven’t felt like this in years…

Slowly you turn back towards Dean. By now your eyes have adjusted enough to see the outline of his broad back in his gray shirt. You steel yourself with another shaky breath, and you scoot forward across the bed. Your curled hands rest against the middle of his back, where you also press your forehead. You feel his body tense up a little.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper in the dark.

After a beat, you hear him sigh. Dean reaches out to turn the lamp back on, filling the room once again with soft light. He turns and finds you haven’t moved, though you stare up at him with shining eyes.

His own soften. He takes one of your hands and presses the back of it to his lips.

“Talk to me,” he says, and he waits for you to gain your courage.

After another couple of steadying breaths, you begin.

“There’s too many things I didn’t realize at the time,” you say. “He didn’t force me to go with him, to stay with him… Even when I felt like shit inside, I thought he was right about me. I thought he needed me, and that made everything else okay.”

You sniffle, and a tear rolls down your cheek. Dean’s hold on you tightens a fraction. He’s listening intently, but in his silence, there’s anger. He wishes he really had broken that guy’s hand. Or at least his goddamn mouth.

“I mean, what the hell was I thinking?” you ask, laughing a bit through your tears. “I always thought I was stronger than that, you know? I just realize now that…I must not have liked myself very much.”

Dean lets go of your hand, just to dry your face. He’s no stranger to looking in the mirror and not liking the man staring back at him, but he doesn’t think that’s your problem. 

He caresses your cheek, shakes his head, and he offers a rueful smile.

“Nah. You just have a habit of fallin’ for poor sons of bitches who don’t deserve you,” he says.

You read between his self-deprecating lines there, raising your brows at him.

“Hey. That might be true, but you better not be lumping my boyfriend in with the rest of them,” you say firmly. Your arms slip around his waist, and you press yourself in close.

Dean chuckles and welcomes you into his arms as well. His hand tangles in your hair, and his lips find your neck with a deep inhale.

He knows what kinds of thoughts are likely plaguing your mind, just like he knows that whatever he says will only go so far. He presses a kiss to your neck that grazes with teeth. You let out a little hum of surprise. He smiles and begins to move down, letting his lips brush across your skin.

“I’ll just speak for myself then,” he says. His hand trails lower and brushes the side of your breast. “If you need me to remind you how beautiful you are, how goddamn sexy…then I got no problem showing you.”

His hand moves down the soft slopes of your body and comes to rest at the curve of your waist. Hearing your faltering breath, Dean pulls back so he can see your face.  

“Let me take care of you for a change,” he says. His lips pull at a grin, and it makes you smile in turn.

You take his face in your hands and bring him down to you for a kiss, languid and a bit devouring. It makes heat lick up Dean’s spine.

“Okay,” you whisper, close to his lips. “Show me.”

His grin deepens, teeth shining. “Yes, ma’am.”

This man is nothing if not endearing, and it earns a giggle from you as he moves down your body. First, you help him with getting your sweatshirt up and over your head; the collar is close to your neck and he doesn’t want to choke you (yet).

His gaze focuses on the rise and fall of your chest, the familiar sight of your full breasts, waiting for him to touch and tease.

Before he can start to follow through with his mental plans, you sit up with him and your hands dive under his shirt, both to start inching it up, and to feel him. His stomach clenches under the soft graze of your nails, but he gently pushes you back down onto the bed.

“What’d I just tell you?” he chides.

You give him an incredulous smile. “What, I’m not allowed to touch you?”

Dean reaches up to pull his shirt off from behind his neck. It’s a smooth move, and your eyes roam over his chest, and lower still.

He smirks. “Just be a good girl and wait your turn.”

You bite your lip to stifle a laugh. You let him finish undressing you by peeling off the sweatpants. You were getting hot in those anyway.

He leaves your panties on for now, but he travels back up to slot himself between your open legs. With a forearm braced above you, he starts again from the top.

He caresses your cheek, and begins with a trail of warm, open-mouthed kisses down your neck.

You sigh at the attention, tilting your head to make room for him. The sound of your voice is just one thing that he loves (and you know it), but Dean also loves the smoothness of your tan skin. He doesn’t mind a few faded stretch marks here and there, the lower he gets. He’s got a few scars and worry lines himself.

What matters to him is the sounds he’s able to pull from you as he nips and licks down between your breasts. He massages and teases one with his hand, while his tongue lavishes attention on the other. He earns a breathy sigh, a moan when his lips find the hardening buds, your knees starting to bend and squeeze his waist. He already feels the dampness of your clothed core brushing his thigh.

“Already squeezing on me, huh? I’ve barely touched you,” Dean teases. He nips at a plush spot on your left side, below your breast—something you might’ve been insecure about, if his thumb wasn’t also still distracting you by swirling over a nipple. His hands are sinfully good (something you love).

You utter a small moan and grasp his wrist just for something to hold onto as his mouth continues worshipping every curve of your body. Even the parts you’d usually rather him steer away from.

Dean senses your tension, however, when his teeth graze your soft stomach. He glances up at you, finding a bit of insecurity in your eyes.  

“Here’s the thing,” he says, and his lips move against your skin. “You act like I haven’t already seen and conquered every square inch of you. Like I haven’t torn you apart, time after time.”

He sits back up, and his hands squeeze your hips and thighs and ass. He moves up to look down on you with almost predatory focus. Like he’s trying to determine what part of you he wants to devour next.

It’s a look you’ve seen before, though it still makes your face warm and your pussy clench on nothing. Your mouth parts with an unsteady laugh. 

“You’ve got a point,” you nod. Dean shoots you a smirk, but he still takes your hand from where it’s been tangled in the sheets. He presses a kiss into your palm.

“You don’t gotta hide from anybody,” he says. “For damn sure, you ain’t hiding from me. You're too damn beautiful for that.”

You smile up at him, softer now as you thread your fingers with his.

He soon lets you go though. Because his hand moves down and down, to brush his fingers along your clothed core. You breathe deeper in anticipation, but his grin tells you that he’s not going to make this quick.

“Dean,” you implore him.

“Yeah, baby,” he answers. The pads of his fingers stroke and press into you. You lean into his touch, wanting and craving more. But he doesn’t give it to you just get.

He keeps teasing you, brushing your clit through the soaked fabric of your panties. It’s sort of what you want, and yet nowhere near enough. You can taste the edge of pleasure, just starting to make you squirm against his hand.

“You’re killing me here,” you whine.

“I’m ‘a need you to be patient,” he says. 

You laugh, both incredulous and frustrated. His grin is damn near insufferable now.

Dean’s fingers move your panties aside, but they do no more than brush against the wet seam of your pussy. You hum and try to press into his hand. He doesn’t heed your unspoken demand.

He thinks you’re sexy as hell like this, writhing and waiting for his touch. He just wants to savor that for a bit longer—that he’s the only one who gets to see you like this. He’s the only one who gets to tease you, to be with you, to love you. 

You’re getting impatient though. With a ragged sigh, you sit up and hook a hand behind his neck and pull him down into your kiss. He chuckles against your lips when he feels your hand sliding from his chest to the generous bulge in his sweatpants. You stroke up and down the full length of him with a practiced hand.

“I get it, baby. I do,” you pant, “but I need you.”

He falters for a moment, grunting when your hand slips into the front of his pants and boxer briefs and takes his cock firmly in hand. Your touch is soft and warm and you know how to elicit a shiver running down his spine.

Dean has a plan though, and he forces himself to focus through gritted teeth. He takes your wrist, carefully guides it out of his pants, and pins it beside your head, using his strength against you. It’s as frustrating as it is hot, making your skin flush as you stare up at him. 

“We’re not there yet,” he tells you. Amusement gleams in his eyes. “But I like the enthusiasm.”

Without warning, he pulls away from you. He sits up on his knees and grabs the nearest pillow. He grasps your thighs and raises you up enough to slide the pillow underneath your ass, which he bares after snatching off your panties. You yelp and the suddenness of your underwear sliding off your legs. He tosses them elsewhere.

“What, now you’re speeding things up?” you remark.

Dean raises his brows at you. “What gave you that idea?”

He shifts down the bed and sinks down between your thighs. You lean up just on your elbows so you can try to figure out what he’s about to do (though you have a pretty good guess). For a delicious moment, you feel his warm breath against your pussy. You clench in anticipation…

Until he veers further down the inside of your thigh. His hand moves smoothly underneath one of your thick thighs and hooks it over his shoulder. He starts with wet kisses from the inside of your knee, steadily moving up your thigh. Your eyes close as your breathing shallows.

You force yourself to take deeper breaths as the gentle feeling of his lips, and a hint of teeth, continues to make your body tingle with pleasure. You feel warmth and wetness pooling between your legs. Your core is already throbbing with need.

Just as Dean draws near to the apex of your thighs…he changes course, starting the same path of kisses up your other leg. You blow out a shaky sigh and have to clench your hands into the sheets. His name falls from your lips, both a reverent sigh and a plea.

You know what he’s doing. He’s worshipping your body in the sweetest of ways. You knew he was going to take his time with you, working you up, but this is both heaven and hell.

“Would you relax?” he says, chuckling into your skin.

You release a breathy giggle. “Yeah, right. I love and hate you right now.”

Dean’s shoulders shake with near silent laughter. His free hand soothes up and down the thigh he holds propped up on his shoulder.

“As long as it’s more of the first one, we’re good,” he teases.   

You groan, but eventually you relax against the bed. You realize now that you’re more comfortable, more focused more on the pleasurable sensations he’s giving you than on how exposed you are right now. You smile begrudgingly, as you realize that’s probably what Dean wanted all along. 

Just when your body is starting to settle into this, you gasp when you feel his tongue finally lick a warm stripe up the seam of your pussy.

Your head raises, and you see your man’s mischievous green eyes and the edge of his smile between your legs. Your mouth opens to say something petulant, but you cry out when his fingers slip past your wet folds and find your clit.

He knows where you’re most sensitive, what’s going to have you even more slippery and pulsing with need. His tongue replaces his hand, licking and sucking at your clit, while his fingers slip into your tight entrance and fuck into you slowly.

“God, Dean,” you breathe. Your nails dig back into the mattress.

You feel his voice reverberate inside you when he says, “Relax…”

He's already hooked your thighs over his shoulders. The pillow under your raised hips just gives him even more leverage to work you over. His mouth is noisy and makes you blush down to your neck, but you can’t help fisting a hand into his hair and clenching tight as he brings you right to the edge…

And he tumbles you over. His fingers brush deliberately and firmly against that sensitive spot deep inside you, until your inner walls quiver and your legs shake around his head.

Then you’re coming all over his hand. Your whimpers turn into a moan of release as warmth travels from your center, throughout the rest of your body. His tongue doesn’t stop, and your skin tingles, causing a shiver to run up your spine and arch your back as you moan. 

He doesn’t pull away until your clit becomes oversensitive, and you start to squirm away from his hold. When he finally gives you reprieve, your body sags on the bed and your head rolls to the side as you try to catch your breath.

Dean’s panting hard too by the time he’s done. He has to wipe his mouth, nose, and hand, but he still strokes your thighs after he guides your legs off his shoulders and back to the bed.

Since you’re incapable of speech at the moment, you tug more gently on his hair to get his attention. He greets you with a grin as he takes in how wrecked you are.

You smile back and beckon him with a curling finger. “Come ‘ere.”

Dean obliges you, moving up your body to prop himself up on a forearm, next to your head. You grab his chin and bring him down to you for a searing kiss. You shudder a little, as you can taste yourself on his tongue. The press of his fingers along the small of your back brings more tingles across your skin.

You feel him hard and heavy against your thigh. You let your hands run down his back as well. Down the slope of his spine, and under the waistband of his sweatpants.

“I need you,” you whisper, in the small space between your faces.

“Yeah?” he pants, though his tone is teasing. “Where?”

“Inside me,” you reply. Your thighs squeeze his hips, pressing his length against your center and earning a groan out of him. “Fuck me ‘til it hurts.”

Dean’s grip on your hip tightens. He drops a biting kiss to your throat and nods. He quickly gets the rest of his clothes off, then he directs you to move onto your side. You’re a bit confused at first, but you oblige him. He kneels between your thighs, straddling the bottom one, then hooking your top leg over his.

He pushes his cock into you slowly, making you both breathe harder as he stretches you and finds his way home.

This angle is different, but it’s good. You feel him bottom out deep and snug inside. Already your inner walls respond to the feeling of him, and you tighten on reflex.

Dean makes a sound of pleasure and presses his forehead against your shoulder for a moment. 

“What’s this, like doggy style?” you ask.

“Kind of,” he says, giving you a grin. “This way, I can still see your pretty face.”

You can’t help a giddy burst of laughter, even though your face warms. Yes, he still manages to make you blush when he talks like that.

Dean smirks in amusement. Once again, he swipes a thumb across your cheek and presses a kiss to your lips. You hold him there and lick into his mouth. When he starts to move, rocking out, then back inside of you with ease, you shudder at the feeling of him. Your thigh curls tighter around his hip, and he squeezes your soft flesh there.

“I happen to like a little give,” he says, with a lusty gleam in his eyes. “You know why?”

You’re already panting for breath. His slow strokes make you feel every inch of him, but you lick your lips and meet his hot gaze. You start to smile as you humor him.

“Why?” you ask.

“Call it a ‘soft landing,’” he grins. “Makes it feel that much better when I fuck you good and deep.”

Your mouth falls open, this time more in shock as you blush further and shiver in arousal—not only at his words, but the sound of his voice, and his sincerity. You unintentionally clench on his cock, and he groans. He gives your ass a heavy smack. You jolt with a gasp.

“Keep that up,” his voice deepens, rough with pleasure. “’Bout to fuckin’ wreck you.”

All you can do is nod and hold on tight for the damn ride.

He builds up the pace, until he needs a hand on the headboard for balance. The old mattress creaks to the tempo of his pounding strokes, and he’s hitting your G-spot with every single one of them. Your toes curl and you grab onto his thigh to help keep both of you steady.

You feel that coil starting to tighten, but you’re not quite there. You reach down between your bodies and massage your clit in time with his thrusts. Your eyes close on a gasp.

And the coil eventually snaps. Your inner walls spasm and flutter around him, making his hips stutter.   

“That’s it, baby. Let go for me,” he grits out. He chases his own release as well as yours. “So fucking sexy like this, coming apart for me.”

He's spurred on by the way your voice echoes in his ears. A few more hard thrusts, and he’s spilling into you. He fills you up with his warmth and makes a shiver run through your body.

You’re gripping his thigh so tightly you’re probably giving him bruises, but it’s not unlike the fingerprints you often find on your ass and hips (and probably will find tomorrow).

You finally twist onto your back and relax. Dean catches himself against the bed before he crushes you with his weight. You welcome him anyway, with your hand soothing up and down his back.

“You okay?” he asks. Somehow, his gruff voice is still soothing to you. 

You smile, giving a teasing squeeze on his arm. “Much better.”

He chuckles at that. His skin is dewy and sticks to yours, but you don’t mind. In turn, he brushes your now frizzy hair away from your face and neck, so it fans out on the pillow instead.

After he untangles from you and rolls onto the bed at your side, he lays there on his back and tries to regain his breath. You turn toward him and press a kiss into his shoulder.

“Thank you…for reminding me,” you say.

For making me feel beautiful, wanted, loved…

You try to blink past the sting of tears, but you know your eyes are shining.

“I love you,” you remind him.

Dean’s face warms and softens. He reaches over and takes your hand. Again, he presses it to his lips. 

I love you too, that gesture says. Then he smiles. 

“Any time you need a little show and tell, I’m here.”

AN: 😮‍💨 Well then! lol I hope you liked this! For me it was equal parts fun and cathartic, being a plus-size girl myself. 💗💗

I was definitely thinking of that scene in 9.13:

Mala: "What can I say? Sometimes it's nice to feel a little give."

Dean *has an epiphany*: "Oh. Yeah, I get that. A little extra cushion for the, uh..." *fist pounding motion* (lmfao)

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February 6th 2021

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Yasmine shook her head with a slight smirk on her face as she put her phone down and looked at Airielle. “You better stop playing with that man.” Airielle shrugged. 

“Girl you gon’ make that man pop a blood vessel” Trinity said as the three of them watched Airielle’s phone light up again with another phone call from Josh that she let go to voicemail. 

“Listen, he lied and I'm supposed to be okay with it.” Airiell rolled her eyes and took a sip of her wine. She, Trinity and Yasmine were having a girls night and decided to visit one of Airielle’s favorite restaurants in Pensacola. 

“Girl.” Trinity stressed. “I like you a whole lot, so i’m not saying this because he’s my brother-in-law but, from what I can remember they been separated since August right before the twins birthday.” Airielle sighed and cut her eyes at Trinity. “Don’t let Tracy get in your head, I don’t know what her goal was but what she did was weird as hell.”  Yas nodded in agreement. 

“I mean, why would he have you around his ex-wife if he was lying about something like that?” Airielle sighed and looked down at her plate knowing they were right. 

“Okay so let's say when you got with Jon and his ex said some shit like that and his response was ‘let me explain’ how would have you reacted?” Trinity bit her lip as she thought about the question. 

“Honestly, I probably would have reacted the same way you are, but I would also hear him out to see what he had to say.” Airielle let out a deep sigh and decided to change the topic. She was tired of talking about Josh. 

After the three girls finished eating, they were headed out to the parking lot, towards Airielle’s Jeep when something - or someone stopped them. The three of them stopped in the tracks at the sight of Josh leaning against the drivers side door, staring directly at them. 

Trin and Yasmine shared a knowing glance before Yas took the keys out of Airielle’s hands. “We’ll be in the car.” She said and smiled at Josh before she and Trinity entered the car giggling. Airielle rolled her eyes at the two of them before crossing her arms over her chest. 

“What are you doing here?” She asked, scoffing as Josh’s eyes traveled along her body before he finally made eye contact with her. 

 “If you didn’t want me to find you, you shoulda waited until you got home to post those pictures.” She rolled her eyes again in response. “You been ignoring all my calls and messages -” 

“So you decide to stalk me and block me from entering my vehicle.” She cut him off with a scoff and another eye roll.  Josh chuckled and stepped away from the door. 

“If you wanna leave, go ahead.” He smirked when she made no move to enter the car. He nodded his head towards his F-150 that was parked right next to her car. “Get in.” When she didn’t move he sighed. “We ain’t goin’ nowhere. I just wanna talk Airi.”  Airielle nodded and muttered a quiet ‘thank you’  when he opened the passenger door for her. 

When he got in the car he said nothing for a minute or two, he just sat there admiring her beauty. He cleared his throat and reached into the backseat pulling out a manilla envelope that had JAMES V. FATU - DIVORCE PROCEEDINGS written on the front. “I told you when we first started dating that I was never gon lie to you or do any of that fuck shit your ex did.” He started, keeping his eyes on her. “I wanted to explain why Tracy said that shit bout done slapped the taste out my mouth and stormed off.” 

Airielle looked down at her lap and he grabbed her chin, making her look back at him.  “Early October, we tried to work things out, you know for the sake of our children but I found out she was also seeing this other guy that she’d been seeing since before the separation. So I dipped. I told her she could have the house and I moved back down here with my brother and Trin and then I met you. There was no two-timing involved. All the proof is in that envelope just look at it. I wouldn’t lie to you Airielle.” 

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Airielle had been avoiding Josh since he popped up on her at the restaurant last Saturday. She had read everything in the envelope and saw that he actually wasn’t lying about he and Tracy not being together around the time he and Airielle went on their first date, so she was happy about that. 

The problem now was.. the problem was still Tracy. Airielle thought she was okay with Josh having an ex-wife but everything that went down last week proved that she was not ready to deal with any of that. 

When she was with Christopher, his baby mom was a godsend and never gave Airielle any problems and Airielle knew if she continued her relationship with Josh, Tracy would be the complete opposite and she was certain that was something she did not want to deal with at all. 

She groaned as her phone went off again, knowing it wasn’t anybody but Josh. 

Airielle smiled at the text message despite how she was feeling. She needed to make a decision about her relationship with Josh and she needed to do it ASAP. 

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Look, considering I've only gotten involved in Stranger Things after season four and therefore haven't been around the fans during other new season filming starts, but my brothers/sisters/nb in fandom what the honest fuck is going on right now?

I have been a part of other fandoms when new seasons started filming and the worst I'd seen was BBC Sherlock. And you lot are behaving worst then they did.

And Jesus fuck, that's a fucking low ass bar.

(Again I am ship and let ship, kinktomato, and headcanon free for all)

But this is just what I've seen in my small deliberately secluded corner of the internet so forgive me if I get some things wrong.

Ronance fans have turned on Steddie fans.

Steddie fans are trying to eat each other over who tops and who bottoms between two horny, barely out of their teens, men.

Eddie is confirmed dead.

Dustin is trying to become Eddie.

People want Will dead because Noah Schnapps said some stupid shit regarding genocide.

And Argyle isn't coming back.

I'm going to give you my feelings on these so buckle up lets go:

1- Steddie and Ronance fans have turned on each other. And I know this because I doom scroll through steddie tag. That Ronance fans think Steddie fans are delusional and that they're going down after season five airs and there will be more Ronance fans because they're perfect for each other.

Where to even begin on this? First, never tell a shipper that their ship is never going to be canon because they don't care. Just ask all the Destiel, johnlock, and merarthur fans. Steddie fans are just going to ignore all but the most salient parts of season 5 if Eddie doesn't come back and write AUs for the rest of their lives. You know, like they have since the last scene on the Piggyback faded to black?

Secondly, I don't think I've seen much Ronance without Steddie. Granted I only read Steddie, but it seems that the two ships are tied pretty heavily together. The fruity four comes to mind. So maybe it's that they're getting tired of being a side ship next to a massive one like Steddie. Who knows. But apparently they're bitter.

And I say that because they keep tagging their anti-Steddie posts as Steddie to make sure we see it. Honestly, I just block them and go about my day. But seriously, I've never understood people's need to be shitty like posting hate on the tag for that thing. If you don't like it, fine. Block and move on.

Thirdly. Lastly. Maybe. I don't like Ronance. I saw the charms when I first joined the fandom and it was cute. Until the more I read and I realized that most of the time they don't bring up that Jonathan is even a person let alone Nancy's current boyfriend. That most of the time Steve is written wildly out of character about not caring that they're a couple and that he just wants them to be happy. Like, one Jonathan is severely under used in the fics I've read. Like Will doesn't have an older brother anymore. It's all Steve or Eddie. Which considering how you like your flavor of queer for Eddie or Steve (gay/pan/bisexual) Will talking to them about being gay makes sense, but Jonathan showed us in the last season that he is going to protect Will no matter what. Then blip! in fanfics, he's gone.

And then the whole Steve being okay with Robin not only dating an ex-girlfriend of his, but the ex. The one he thought he was going to marry. The one he dreamed a whole fucking future on. That was still hurt by two fucking years later. You either think very lowly of Steve or you just don't care. Because if you think Robin and Steve are the same person/share the same braincell/ride or die for life, there is no way even if Nancy threw herself at Robin would she even consider it. (I can write a whole ass post just on this by the way, don't get me started.)

2- This is the most recent bullshittery due to a current event about Sub Eddie. This is the worst discourse in any fandom and the worst offenders on either side tend say the most homophobic shit imaginable.

And it's pointless. Whether you think Steve is a top or bottom, whether you think he's dom or a sub. Same with Eddie. Everyone has their own flavor they prefer and they won't always match up with yours.

Personally I write them whatever feels natural for the story. But here's the major crux of the matter. I don't believe a little nerd in Bumfuck, Indiana has any idea what flagging is. I'm sorry. Left pocket, right pocket. Doesn't matter. The likely of him even knowing what BDSM is is pretty slim. I grew up in a small town. There will be some people that know, but that's because they know adults in the scene.

Don't like, don't read. Seriously, guys. Let people enjoy what they want to.

My personal feelings on the matter is that Steve is a bottom/sub because he deserves to be taken care of and Eddie would absolutely want to be that person for Steve, in and out of the bedroom. Again, you do you, beau.

3- The tombstone. Sigh. It was hard to see that. Not just because it confirms he's dead, but because it's been defaced. Most likely like fans have said, "BURN IN HELL" the poor bastard.

Having a tombstone doesn't necessarily preclude Eddie's return. There are several ways he can still comeback Kas! theory not withstanding. But the wank here is people jumping on Steddie shippers and Eddie fans in general pointing and screaming "see!"

Like we didn't have campaigns for Barb and Bob and (Billy). If someone's favorite character has died, don't be dicks when they want them to be resurrected a la Jim Hopper. Because that right there is the main reason people will still hold out hope until the final scene fades to black, okay?

I guess this one is just be nicer to each other, okay?

4- *sob* like holy fuck. Dustin you sweetheart. The long hair, the torn Hellfire t-shirt, the rings. The horns and sticking out his tongue. That poor boy needs several hugs STAT! And of course, people can't leave well enough alone on Facebook, I couldn't tell you how many of the comments were "steddie fans are going to make this all about them, aren't they?" Even though there wasn't a single comment by a Steddie making it about Steve/Eddie. But so many eye rolls. The other half were death threats against Noah Schnapp.

Which brings me to...

5- Noah Schnapp said some really shitty things about Zionism and the attack on Gaza. There is no escaping that. He said them. He double downed on them. And while yes it sucks he said those things, let's not forget he's still young and stupid. He's barely 18/19 years old. I remember being that age and saying stupid fucked up shit, and hoo boy does this make me grateful I was well into adulthood when the internet became a thing (24ish).

There are a lot of reasons to be upset by his comments and I get that. But death threats and calls for his dismissal/boycotts just seems excessive to me.

One, because the story began with a kidnapped little boy and a runaway little girl. If you get rid of one of them especially this close to the end it would fuck up the story. Now if there was more than one season left, sure. But this is literally the end. And for all we know, Will's character may already be doomed by the narrative. So calling for it now isn't go to do anything. Especially since they already had all the scripts written and would have finished filming if it hadn't been for the strikes.

Two, one person on the cast said something stupid and hurtful and you want to boycott the entire show for it? Like, what did David Harbor, Joe Keery, Maya Hawke, Millie Bobby Brown and all the others do to deserve you boycotting their show? If the last season tanks it could seriously hurt their careers, but hey Noah Schnapp said something bad, so fuck them?

I'm going to stop there, because this is another one I can go on and on about, but yeah. Don't hurt other people in your rush to vilify an 18 year old.

6- Eduardo Franco recently said that he didn't get a call so he didn't think he would be back. He was sure that ship had sailed.

Fans are upset, naturally. Argyle was a sweetheart and deserves better than to be cut from the story like that.

But thanks to the incident with David Harbor and Jim Hopper supposedly being dead, a lot of fans are saying he's only saying that because it's a "secret" he's coming back. Which would make sense for Eddie or any of the other character died. Martin Brenner, for example, but not Argyle. There would be no need for subterfuge. Plus, he would already be out in Georgia if he was coming back.

It's sad that he was done dirty this way, but if they split up the filming like they've done before there is still a chance he might get to come back, but as far as the current filming is concerned, yeah Argyle isn't coming back.

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Just... be kind to each other. Remember that the other people on the end of the URL is an actual person with feelings. That people can like what they like so if they aren't hurting you, don't hurt them, okay?

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sin for me | h. sanzu

cw: gun play, noncon, toxic relationships, yandere sanzu, degradation(?), praise, baby trapping, stalking, mentions of drugs, intrusion, dacryphilia

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Your date is nice.

He works downtown, makes a decent amount of money, polite, and actually makes an effort to keep the conversation going. He asks about what you do and your likes.

He’s clean, that’s the most important part. Doesn’t dabble in anything illegal, certainly has never done drugs other than getting high once in college as if you’d even count that.

You’re relieved with him, no sleepless nights wondering if he’ll get home in one piece or if he’s going to get caught for pushing product.

His hands are gentle, they’re warm and bare. No rings adorning his fingers and no metal contrasting to your skin when he pulls you in for a kiss.

Your first kiss since him.

Your date walks you home, makes sure that you get to your apartment safely and sets up the next date. You hum in response, looking forward to it. You bid each other farewell and go inside.

You ignore the text that’s been burning a hole through your phone for the past hour. You don’t know how many numbers you’ve blocked this week, it’s too hard to keep track of but you know who it is.

“He’s a nice guy”

You don’t read the rest of the message. You swipe left to delete it before getting ready for bed.

-

Your second date with him is a lot more fun. It’s easier for you to distract yourself, arcade games remind you of simpler times when the only thing you worried about was whether or not you understood the homework for that night.

He’s charming, clumsy, and has an amazing sense of humor. He makes the butterflies flutter in your stomach, how long has it been since you’ve felt so innocent? He tells you you’re pretty, your personality captivating and he’s excited for your future dates.

He embraces you, safely enveloping you in his arms. You turn your face so you rest on his chest, you’ve wished for a peaceful relationship like this for a while.

You close your eyes for a moment, basking in the warmth of your date before opening and seeing pink hair and blue eyes staring at you through a crowd. His mask covers the bottom half of his face, he knows his scars make him recognizable.

Your blood turns cold and when you push away from your date the eyes that locked onto you are gone.

“Sorry.” You say, relieved that you don’t receive anymore questions.

He takes your hand and leads you to play laser tag. It’s one of his favorites, you’ll have to remember that.

You feel guilty that he’s so kind.

-

Friday nights are spent tidying up what you couldn’t during the week.

The dishes that you stacked up after dinner get washed, dried and put away. The washer in the background gives you an illusion that you’re not so alone in your apartment.

The floors are swept and mopped, the rugs vacuumed and everything gets a good dusting. It helps clear your head, when your space is tidy.

Your phone goes off and you think you’re getting asked for a third date. Your stomach sinks when it’s another unknown number, you wonder if he’ll ever get tired.

There’s three messages this time.

“Don’t ignore me.”

Followed by an unsolicited picture of his cock.

“Miss you, my pretty baby”

You block and delete the message thread.

-

Your third date is at his house. Nothing fancy, he apologizes for it but you reassure him it’s fine. You take the opportunity to talk to him more, learn about the way he lives and essentially what makes him tick.

He asks you a different question for each one of yours he answers until he asks about any of your ex lover’s he should be wary of. He says it as a joke but it’s a wound that still stings.

You can’t bring yourself to utter someone else’s name in the presence of your date. You swallow hard, your mouth feels dry and he goes back to watching his show.

He continues talking about all previous partners he’s been with. He’s on good terms with all of them, how could he not be? He has a heart of gold where you only carry guilt. You envy that about him, even though he’s been so generous with all of your dates.

“I really like you” he says, kissing you, hesitant to place his hands on your hips, “I can wait until you’re ready.” His voice is soothing, he’s pulling you into a hug.

When was the last time you felt such peace?

-

You walk through the rain one evening after work, cursing yourself for forgetting your umbrella. Your shoes are soaking wet and your apartment feels like its further away than what it is when it starts pouring.

You’re practically trudging up the stairs to your door by the time the rain begins to slow. Your hands shaking from how hard you’re shivering trying to get the key to turn.

“Fuck, just open” you whisper, relieved when the key finally gives and the door swings open. Your hair is dripping and your clothes are uncomfortably stuck to your skin. You’re pulling your socks off, peeling away at your pants and shirt until you’re in nothing but your underwear.

You bend down to pick up the wet clothes to through them in the washer.

You can’t wait to go to bed.

“Putting on a show for me?”

You freeze. You feel your stomach sink, the blood in your veins turns cold and nausea begins to pick at the back of your throat. You want to scream, you have to scream, he can’t be here.

“I told you not to ignore me” he seethes, clamping his hand around your mouth and pressing you against his body.

Sanzu has always been stronger than he’s looked.

Your heart is racing, pounding against your ribcage as you look around desperately for something you can use as a weapon.

“You’re gonna behave” he whispers into your ear, you can feel how warm his breath is, can feel the taut muscles of his arms through his clothes. He drags you to your bedroom, you know better than to fight back. Your dates replay in your head, you wish you would have cherished the kind words and touches more. You feel like sobbing again.

He’s quick to turn you around. Hand still clamped around your mouth, you squeeze your eyes shut. You’re hoping, praying, crying for this to be a dream. You want the safety you had days before.

Sanzu meets you with a gun to your head and a saccharine smile on his face. You immediately start to sob.

“Didn’t you miss me?” He asks, the grip on your mouth changes to a harsh one on your cheeks. Pushing them together forcing your lips to pout. He nods your head yes for you, loves that your mascara is running down your cheeks.

“I told you not to fuckin ignore me.”

He traces the barrel of the gun down your face, the metal leaving goosebumps behind on your skin.

“Sanzu, please.”

“You’re gonna be a good girl and listen aren’t you?” His kisses your forehead, “Gonna show me that that other fucker you’re with isn’t shit, that you’re mine, yeah?”

He uses the gun to push the straps of your bra down, pressing the barrel into your skin to remind you not to fight back. His free hand finds undoes the hook of your bra, letting it fall on the floor.

“God, I love these tits” his scars on either side of his mouth scrunch when he smiles. His hand is warm when he cups your breast, fingers playing with your hardening nipples.

“Did you fuck him?” He asks, releasing your breast and pressing the gun to the center of your chest.

You sob, looking directly into his eyes for the first time since he’s been here.

“Yes.” You seethe, waiting for Sanzu to pull the trigger.

Instead he only laughs.

“I fuckin’ hate liars, baby.” His voice is sickly sweet, cooing at you as he moves the gun slowly down to your navel. He tucks the barrel into your panties, the cool metal makes you jolt.

He’s closer now, his lips ghosting yours. Eyes boring into yours and burning the memory of his features into your skull forever.

“You’re only a whore for me.” He whispers, kissing you harder when you sob, snaking his tongue into your mouth to collide with yours. The kiss is desperate, needy and it’s all teeth and tongue and, god you hate when he licks at the hot tears spilling down your cheeks.

His hand slides into your panties, watching how your breath hitches when he finds your clit instantly beginning to circle it despite your cries to stop.

“Sanzu” your voice is low, breathy. It makes his cock twitch in his pants, he’s missed you so much. His fingers are so long, so warm and you curse him for knowing exactly what you like, what makes you dizzy, and what makes your jaw drop.

“Fuck, Sanzu, stop.” You breathe, head falling back when he pinches your clit.

“Yeah? Tell me to stop again, baby.”

He frees his hand, using it to pull your panties down your legs. You step out of them, watching how he casually holds the gun in his hand. You wonder if it’s the one he uses for work, if it’s the one responsible for so many people who haven’t returned home.

The muzzle of the gun is pressed to your clit, you moan, mouth falling when he begins to circle it over and over again.

“Mmm, tell me no, baby. Wanna hear you say it again”

“Sanzu, no, please, no” your legs start to shake and your struggling to hold back your moans. You can’t tell if you’re crying for him to stop or because you feel pleasure begging to bubble in your stomach.

The sound of his belt coming undone snaps you back to reality for a moment. It feels like time slowed, you watch the gun leaving your cunt and back at his side.

He lets his pants bunch at his thighs, pushing you face first onto the edge of the bed. The gun is pressed to the back of your head and you're too scared to do anything but cry.

He's switching the his hands when he slips his shirt off. Each one keeping the gun glued to the back of your head and you can feel the tip of his cock teasing at your folds.

You cry and he moans.

"Don't cry, I'll make you feel good. Better than your boy toy can."

Your body betrays you, slick coating your folds and the inside of your thighs. "I hate you." You whisper, you choke on a sob when he sheathes himself inside of you.

"I love you." He replies, his voice isn't harsh anymore. The gun moves to your temple at the same type he hits your sweet spot. You can't help or stop the moans that flow out of you. Sanzu is everywhere, his hands, his scent, god you can feel his hair when he folds himself over you to kiss the side of your head. He's like wildfire spreading and growing. His anger and love are alike, red hot, uncontrollable, and consuming everything in its path to get what he wants. He doesn't care if he has to burn the world to the ground, he'd do it. Anything for you.

"Anything for you" he moans, losing himself in the pleasure of your cunt. You're more addicting than any drug he's tried, he'll be damned if you leave him again. "I'd do anything for you." He repeats, he drops the gun on the floor. His hands come to knead at your breasts, then traveling down to the fat of your hips and one spreads on the soft of your tummy.

He knows you, he knows you so well because he's pushing down on your stomach. He swears he's so far deep inside of you, can't you feel it? Tell him how deep he is, how big he is. Oh fuck, you're so good, so hot, and so perfect for him.

"Gonna cum inside of you." he breathes, his hips slamming down on in a sloppy pace, you cringe when you can hear how wet you are with each smack of his hips.

"Gonna get you pregnant, you'll never fuckin' leave me." his hand wraps around your throat, pulling you up so your back is flush with his chest, he loves seeing your tits bounce and you realize the pleasure bubbling in the deepest part of your stomach, you're panting, crying, pleading for him or against him. You don't know anymore.

All you can say is "Sanzu,Sanzu, please, fuck-" He changes the angle of his thrusts, the ones that make you dizzy and stupid and your eyes roll back into your skull.

"Haruchiyo!" you whine, finally reaching your own euphoria as Sanzu paints your insides white. You shriek at how hot he feels inside of you, you let him slowly finish riding his high inside of you. Each thrust overstimulates you both, he comes down to kiss you.

"You're mine," he whispers, his lips pressing against your own.

He lets you climb onto your bed, watching you curl up into yourself as he joins you. The gun is back in his hand and you don't think you have any more tears to cry.

You let him position you how he wants, his cock stirring back to life when he sees his cum seep out of your cunt. He cocks it this time, the safety is off and you feel panic rise in your chest.

"Can't let this go to waste." He smiles, using the barrel to collect his seed and stuff it back inside of you.

"You'll be so pretty, my love." His eyes never leave you and you swear he starts crying.

You wonder about your date, you want to apologize to him.

After all, he is a nice guy.

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[marblecakemix]

Welcome to my humble domain!! 🫧✨

Hi, I'm Marble (or cake or mix or cakemix, you can call me whatever), a lesbian in her early 20s from Poland. Just vibing here on Tumblr from time to time. If you want to look into my post/reblogs read my takes on #talk tag.

*I'm an adult and I post things for adults. I don't have time to block minors, feel warned tho!

You can ask me anything you want. I won't shy away, but remember that I'm not your therapist and all my opinions are biased forward women!

More information about me under the cut! 💕

If the part has * in front of it that means I changed something in the text and/or my views are different than before.

*I'm still quite new to radical feminism and I'm trying my best to learn how to take action. In short, I fight for women's rights and freedom from sex-based oppression. Right now I'm looking into creating a small radfem activism group in my area. If you're from Poland and feel comfortable, dm me!

I detransitioned in the middle of 2023. I used to be a non-binary/agender and asexual individual for around 3 to 4 years, but I understood all of that was because of internalized misogyny and homophobia and I actually wanted to have sex and did like me being a woman before I entered the trans community.

I'm an ex-Christian, now I probably would call myself a spiritual person, researching my Slavic roots at the moment.

I believe in critical thinking and triple-checking facts. Everyone can have their opinions, but actions should have a base in grounded reality and unbiased scientific research. Read those books ladies!

I'm mostly talking about my experience as an ex-TRA, a lesbian, a woman, someone who lives in a misogynistic/conservative family and a country that has yet to legalize same-sex marriage, but you can safely transition here even as a minor.

*I'm a trans identified men hater, a terf if you will. I don't care. Fuck all men, I don't care anymore. Gender dysphoria or perversion (autogynephilia) should have never been "solved" with a surgery and/or irreversible "gender affirming" treatment. No other mental illness has permanent body modification as its treatment, same should be for gender dysphoria. The trans movement (men's rights movement in disguise) is the most harmful thing right now and I'm so tired of seeing more people being pushed into it just because they are themselves and aren't scared to dress unconventionally! I'm fuming with rage.

I make mistakes! I'm just a human being and, naturally, I will be in the wrong sometimes. May it be because of the language barrier or me just not thinking things through, doesn't matter. I will try to acknowledge my mistakes and say sorry. I'm still learning and there isn't a better way than through your own downfalls!

I don't block people, unless they're insufferable. We can have different opinions, different lifestyles, different views, but if you're annoying I draw the line there.

I also draw sometimes (I don't have much time for it right now, bc I'm in the middle of my academic years), you can find my work under #my art.

Nothing here is set in stone. As I grow as a person my views will probably change. If you have any questions, just ask them! I'm happy to answer all of them ❤️

Last update: 27th May 2024

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[harlowsbby]

Texts Go Green

“She isn’t answering any of my calls or texts all my texts aren’t going through shits just green.” Jack was frustrated he tossed his head back onto the couch running his fingers through his curls.

The reason he was so stressed was the fact that the two of you had a argument just before his show in Denver which leaded in to him just now finding out that you left mid show and nobody knew, leaving you in a city you didn’t even know anything about.

“I tried calling her as well but she isn’t answering me either.”

“Or me and I called her five times already. What the hell was the fight even about? It must’ve been something bad if she just left. That isn’t like Y/N.” Neelam game Jack a confused look waiting for him to answer as he bit his lip rethinking the argument the two of you had earlier in the hotel room.

“What do you mean it’s not a big deal? You literally liked her picture well several of her pictures Jack.” This argument was due to the fact that Jack’s been liking pictures of Mariah and recent ones she’s been posting at all, hell you didn’t even know he still followed her but clearly from the screenshots sent to you by Clay showed that he did and was clearly catching up on all her recent moves.

“It’s not that big of a deal Y/N we’re just friends nothing else I really don’t see the problem here.” He didn’t see the big problem? Was he honestly insane or were you just jealous and crazy.

“First that’s the biggest red flag I’ve heard come out your mouth, you’re still friends with your ex Jack if I was still friends with my ex you’d lose your fucking shit.” Jack’s blue eyes were filled with boredom clearly tired of this conversation and had no energy to fuel this fire anymore.

“Hello?? Do you know care how I feel or think and your fans god it’s all I see on twitter and all that I’m tagged in how you’re still liking your exes shit on Instagram. She hasn’t done shit for you but drain you mentally but you’re still keeping her ass around.” That’s when things went south for some odd reason Jack felt the need to defend Mariah.

“Don’t talk about her like that Y/N she’s done more for me than you can in a week. Honestly just fuck off at this point I don’t wanna see you at the show.”

“Well you’re a jackass why the hell would you say that to Y/N? She’s nothing like Mariah she’s better than Mariah.” Neelam yelled at Jack she was filled with anger not understanding why Jack would say that to you.

“I know Neelam I’m an idiot and I don’t blame her for blocking my phone but now’s not the time Neelam we need to find Y/N.” Neelam raised her hands and pointed at Urban and herself.

“We don’t need to find Y/N you need to find Y/N if you love her and love your relationship you have with Y/N you’d go out and find her.” With that Neelam left the dressing room leaving only a guilty Jack and an annoyed Urban behind.

“You better find my friend Jack or I’m done with your ass man.” Tears brimmed Jack’s eyes as he looked down at his Lock Screen a picture of you with the biggest and brightest smile on your face with Jack’s face hidden in your neck was his Lock Screen.

He was gonna find you and pray to god that you’d forgive him.

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[musings-and-moans]

spotted (kinktober day 2)

kink(s) of the day: branding and creampie | kinktober masterlist

(want to be tagged in the kinktober masterlist?)

submission for: @semisgroupie’s 3K Slut Collab and @sanzucide’s Burn Book Collab {thank you for organizing this💕, i apologize for being late because tired :( }

features: kento nanami x fem!reader (afab!, uses she/her pronouns) (college AU, gossip girl AU) | wc: 3890 | song: promiscuous - nelly furtado, timbaland

warnings: branding (hickeys), creampie, mentions of cheating (geto cheats on reader), alcohol consumption, oral sex (f! receiving), daddy kink, clit play, clit slapping, slight bondage , doggystyle, unprotected sex (on pill/plan B), rough sex, names (slut, bitch, sweetheart), degradation, overstimulation, squirting, possessiveness (if you squint?), being filmed without knowledge (please lmk if i missed any tags)

beta reading & brainstorming: @mxonigirimiya (thank you so so so much 💕)

networks: @tokyometronetwork @hanayanetwork @downtown-roponggi

synopsis: after your boyfriend was caught cheating on you, you were scared to go out anywhere, but then, you gained confidence and years later, you became the talk of the town. a chance encounter with the former nerd turned hunk sort of changes your perspective…

a/n: i know that it is 6th/7th october, so i apologize for the delay, will try posting regularly *fingers crossed* as always, please keep in mind that i may not post everyday because life happens, but i will complete them soon :D do fill my taglist and follow @shynahasabookshelf and turn on notifications to receive new updates on my fics. as always, likes, comments & reblogs, especially reblogs are appreciated. also, make sure to have ages on your bios. minors, ageless and blank blogs please dni, i will block you.

“This just in: (Y/N) (L/N)’s boyfriend of two years, Suguru Geto, was caught hooking up in the hotel room with the now most popular person in Jujutsu High University of Tokyo, Mei Mei. Sources say that she even popped her cherry because of him. Maybe it’s their way of letting (Y/N) know that she doesn’t belong with them on their level. What will she do now?”

You were fuming when you found out about your ex-boyfriend’s infidelity through Gossip Girl of all people. You had dated him since you were in your freshman year of college, and you did lose your virginity to him. Could you blame him? He was so good to you in bed. He treated you well and you were so in love with him… but what did you get in return? This piece of shit news from the Gossip Girl Instagram account that someone must have started within the walls of the university to get deep-trenched into the scandalous lives of JJUTokyo. 

What was worse, was that the person that he cheated on you with, you knew her, he had introduced her to you before. She was the person he told you not to worry about: tall, good looking, very poised, suave, intelligent, independent. All those things that you definitely were, but he made you feel miserable about it, and this was him shoving it into your face that she was a tad bit better than you. 

This led you to feel very embarrassed, and not wanting to show your face in public for days. Well, how could you? You were insulted on social media ffs! However, one day, a knock on the doorstep of your apartment would change your life, and when you opened it, to your surprise, you saw that it was Suguru’s best friend and your confidant, Satoru Gojo at your doorstep.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Gojo looked at you, sorrowfully, as he saw you sniffling, in your PJs. “You deserve way better than that fucker. I don’t say this lightly, but I’m utterly disappointed, no, angry at my best friend for doing this to you! Let me come in, I have something for you.” As you allow him to enter, he surprises you with a couple of things: your favorite ice-cream, some makeup and self-care items you desperately needed, and a shimmery dress of your favorite color, with matching shoes and a matching purse. 

“Do you like them? I got these for you!” He grins, continuing to wipe your cheeks,“See, I know you feel like shit right now, but I remember this one quote: Whoever said that money doesn’t buy happiness didn’t know where to shop. Do you know who said this?“ Still sniffling, you answer, “Umm, Blair Waldorf?” Gojo chuckles, “Yes, I know that you’ve read the books, but in this case? Me!” You roll your eyes at him, chuckling. You saw this coming, but were appreciative of your best friend for trying to cheer you up. “That guy is a bastard, honestly. He doesn’t deserve you. However, I don’t want to see you,” pointing at you, “like this, throwing your life away, your future away, just because of the stupid fucker..” 

Unsure what to respond, you let him continue. “There’s a party going on at my house. To mark the beginning of junior year. I want you to finish this ice cream, freshen up, put on the makeup that I gave you, wear the dress, the shoes, carry the purse, hold your head high, and come to the party with me, because we need to show to him, that you’re not in the least bothered by the choice that he made. Because frankly, you are much better than her. You’re hotter than her!” Wiping the tears off your face, you laugh at Gojo, “You know that you’re crazy, right?” He grins, “What can I say? I’ve always had a love for drama.”

Taking Gojo’s advice, you dress up well and go to Gojo’s house for the party. You were sure of not wanting to go, because Suguru is Satoru’s roommate, but you do end up holding your head high, greeted everyone whose eyes were on you with a smile, drank and danced to your heart’s content, and got the attention of some of the hottest men in town.

Some of them, especially Suguru, could hear you moan and groan through Satoru’s bedroom as you were bouncing off of the quarterback’s cock as he made you feel good, that he fucked the sadness out of you. It was as if a switch within you was turned on. You came out of the bedroom, tying your hair in a scrunchie, looking at everyone who were looking at you, saw Suguru, smirked and said while flipping the bird, “He was definitely better than you in bed. It’s a shame that you’re missing out on me, baby.”

You winked as you heard people roaring in thunderous applause for you as if you won the Oscars. You even caught the attention of a certain someone who attended the party, although being a year younger to you, class wise: Kento Nanami, the straight A-student, who was one of the most sought-after men, but he never had any relationships, with his priority for academics coming in the way ever so often.

Two years had passed since then. It was the senior year of college and you were months away from graduating. You were, however, a different person altogether from the sorry state of the sophomore student you once were. Now, you were maintaining a dual reputation: a studious academician by day, and a promiscuous seductress by night.. You were a part of the creme de la creme section in your friends circle and in the university.

The studious side of you never came in the way of your freedom to do what or who you want to do, so as long as you have fun and know you are happy and safe. The total badass that couldn’t give a fuck about anyone or anything. And if something or someone did come your way, you crush it or them so hard that it can not be undone. There was no guy in the university that didn’t look around to take a second look at you. All the hot guys followed you and you got to pick your choice and the rest of them would still wait for you to get a chance to date and eventually, sleep with you. 

In this course of satiating your carnal needs with different individuals, you were starting to get tired and bored of the whole ordeal. So, one night, as you were chilling with Satoru, as you were casually conversing with him, you sighed and mentioned that you are tired of these people who were swarming around you like fruit flies, and you need a challenge, you needed something interesting. Your cerulean-eyed friend then smirks and tells you, “I figured you would say that. Lucky, I have a dare in mind for you: to get someone I know out of his shell. He’s someone I think would suit you right now. Remember my junior, Kento Nanami?” 

You scoff and reply, “Wait him? Oh, please,” you swat your hands in the air, continuing while rolling your eyes, “I remember sharing a couple of classes with him during the freshman year, and especially remember that he did not look so… presentable, to put it mildly.” Gojo smirks and responds, “Of course you wouldn’t remember him otherwise!” He then puts on a concerned look, and responds, “You made his life miserable, you know? You used to bully him, would walk past by him, and throw slushies only on his face for no reason, would call him an old man just because of the glasses that he wore and might I add, you had secretly spread a rumor about him and because of which, girls are not approaching him to this date.”

“But, sweetheart, let me tell you something. He has been constantly working out. He may not like to air his dirty laundry in public, but he started off the same way as you. The only difference is that you were popular enough for the skeletons in your closet to be revealed, in front of everyone.” You scoffed in response, “Oh please! I don't think that he has changed in any way–” Your friend then interrupts you by showing you Nanami’s Instagram account on his phone. As you scrolled down, your eyes widened in profound shock as you see Nanami's chiseled physique through the grey tank top that he wore at the gym bathroom. Suddenly, it’s as if something sparked in you and you decided that you wanted to approach him. Knowing your expression, Satoru remarks, “With that in mind, (Y/N), I dare you to make him sleep with you.” 

The very next day, you look for Kento Nanami in the college library, and as you found him sitting and reading what looked like a novel, you approached him with a smooth silky voice, and softly call out to him, “Hello, Nanami.” He doesn’t respond. You then continue, sighing, “Figured you wouldn’t say anything. I, uh, I wanted to talk to you about something.” Nanami responds to you without looking at you, as he flips through the pages of the novel, “Please make it quick, (L/N)-san. I have no time to deal with people like you.” 

You then pucker your lips, then put on a straight face and respond with an appologitic look, “Nanami, I am very sorry for having made your life miserable this past couple of years. I was just being a bad bitch, but I honestly would really like to get to know you. Would it be possible to have a cup of coffee with me?” Nanami doesnt look at you even for a single moment, but was quick to respond, “Only on one condition. Whenever we hangout, you will look at me with respect, despite whoever decides to run behind your coat tails. You will treat me like a decent human being as I deserve to be treated so. Is that too much to ask (L/N)-san?” You shake your head in denial and respond with a soft smile, “No, Nanami. It’s not too much.”

You and Nanami start to hang out, and even when your friends see you with him, approach you and make fun of him, you either change your seating or you stand up to speak for him, causing him to smile at you from afar but not give in. You even learned from Satoru that there was an incident where Nanami was defending your honor as well. You found it odd, given that you are well known as a slut, but he saw you as someone willing to change and not go by the perceived image of the society. That’s when you started to take interest in him, and somehow found him more attractive by the minute.

One day, in a surprising turn of events, Nanami decides to ask you out, and you accept his proposal, and as you get ready for the date, you get a text from Satoru: “Reminder that you’re yet to sleep with my junior. You have to complete the dare.” You immediately close the phone upon hearing Nanami calling out to you while knocking on your door. You both then go on their first date, enjoying yourselves. He’s such a gentleman to you, you two are having a good time, and you’re especially starting to take notice of his muscles peeking through his shirts, so you run your foot along his leg, ignoring the wall of text messages that Satoru’s sending you. 

You both then decide to go to Nanami’s place  afterwards, and no sooner do you enter than you cup his cheek and decide to kiss him on his lips, As you two kiss for a while, you realize that his lips, like whiskey, were smooth and addicting. As you begin to play with his hair, and walk to the couch, still kissing, Nanami releases himself from the kiss, softly responding, “(L/N)-san, I appreciate this, but, would it be okay if we took it slow? I’m just starting to get to know you and I want to cherish that.” Looking into his deep-brown eyes, you were surprised at his response, but with butterflies fluttering in your tummy, you nod, holding on to him instead.

As you two chill there, soaking in each other’s presence, you get a notification from Satoru again, but this time, Nanami’s the one that gets the first glance of the text as he absent-mindedly grabs the phone and checks the notification. He feels a slight sting in his chest, seeming that he’s been a ploy right from the start. You feel absolutely mortified, anxiety starting to grip you, not sure on what to say, but you think that he appreciates honesty, so you tell him the truth. “Yeah, initially, I was planning to sleep with you, because Satoru was talking about you and you… changed from the last time I saw you. You became hotter, and so, I want to sleep with you, because I…” you then place your hand between his thighs, and whisper in his ear, “...am a slut deep down, who’s craving for your cock.”

Tugging his lower lip between his teeth, an idea sparks in his head, while he grabs hold a bunch of your hair and pulls your head backward, with your neck on display. He brings his lips closer to your neck, but there’s a small gap in between where he exhales, causing you to shiver. “I see, (L/N)-san. Fine then, but, only on two conditions.” His tone then changes to that of a serious, dominating one: 

“First, I’ll be placing hickeys all over you, and you will not dare to cover them up, but proudly wear them the next morning, like the slut you are.” You subconsciously whimper, and gulp in air, “Yes, Nanami–” but he holds you by your chin with the other hand and maintains that tone, “Not Nanami, daddy. I will not forgive you or fuck you, until you call me so, okay?” You whimper again, and clench your thighs, moaning, “yes, daddy.”

He then smirks at you, and whispers, “Secondly, you better be on birth control tonight or have a plan-B the next day, because I’m going to fucking cum inside you so much that you’d be full of me, you slut. Oh, and from now on, you’ll be walking to university, with my cum dripping down, because I own you now!” 

With that, he pulls your face towards his, kisses you roughly, with his tongue swirling around yours as he picks her up by your ass and wraps your legs around his waist. Taking you to the bedroom, you moan in between the kisses as he pushes you on to his bed, your expression showing bewilderment at this new side of Nanami that he unveiled that you were getting to see. 

He pounces on you, and with one hand, he holds the both of your hands above your head while kissing all over your neck, shoulders and chest, sucking and biting hard on some of the places, causing them to turn to a different color. He was right, he was branding you to be his. While kissing your neck, he was unbuttoning his shirt. As he stood up, he forced you to look at him and gaze deeply into his piercing brown eyes before your gaze wandered to the silhouette of his chiseled frame. While looking down, you noticed he had toned abs and a prominent v-line; you could tell that Satoru was right: he had been working out constantly. 

Despite your gaping mouth, you completely missed the fact that he'd taken out two of his thick fingers, and shoved it in your mouth, muffling your screams. As he orders you to suck on them, he takes them out and starts furiously rubbing your clothed clit. You’re fisting the sheets, moaning, and the next moment, you hear a ripping sound as Nanami then tears all your clothes, leaving you completely naked and at his mercy. 

His wicked smile adorned his face as he removed his pants and boxers, causing you to clench your thighs tightly as he revealed his hardened length. Up until now, no word had been spoken until you heard Nanami’s deep voice, emphasizing each word: “Spread your legs, bitch. I will not repeat myself.” 

On your elbows, you dragged yourself towards the head of the bed while spreading your legs and displaying your glistening wetness. Your hand subconsciously reached out to your clit, but he swatted your hand away and slapped your wet cunt, causing your eyes to widen in shock. You think to yourself, “Is this really the Nanami that Satoru was talking about?” You felt as if he was staring right at you as he slapped your pussy again; this time your eyes rolled back, your mouth agape, and you whimpered and moaned in delight and agony. 

You were about to clench your thighs when he grabbed them tightly, with his fingers sure to make marks on your thighs, spreading your legs even wider and diving deep into your pussy without warning. The tip of his tongue began licking your clit before sucking on your folds, and his hot tongue thrust into your wet slit, mercilessly devouring your sex as if it were his last meal on earth. His eyes never left yours for a single second while he ate you. Your screams had turned into moans as he kept biting your inner thighs all over and then eating you out again, pushing you to the point where the coil in you started to build up. 

As you were about to reach your orgasm, Nanami removed his mouth from your pussy and turned your body around with your butt up, thus putting you on all fours. A shiver ran down your spine as he lined his dick into your entrance, remarking curtly, “A spoiled brat doesn't deserve to cum on Daddy’s tongue.” He suddenly slammed himself into you until he bottomed out, his cock so long and girthy that he stretched your inner walls so much. His slender hands gripped your hips tightly, thus amplifying your whimpers. 

His cock rammed hard into your wet pussy so much that your arms lost their strength, the bed creaking loudly as you were fucked into oblivion. The moment you paused to rest your head, he grabbed a handful of your hair and pulled it back while holding your breasts out to pull you toward him, steadily increasing the strength and speed of his thrusts.

In between all of this, both of you were not aware of the fact that someone had placed a camera by the window in such a position that your naked silhouettes were actually visible, as you two were in the moment. You had no clue, that someone you both knew, Suguru Geto, was behind the camera. He was jealous of Nanami going on a date with you, so to try knocking him down a peg, he came up with this idea upon learning from Satoru that you two were on a date. Suddenly, a new notification appeared on everyone’s phones from the very own Gossip Girl: “Oooh, this just in, the resident queen of sex is getting railed by a former nerd turned hottie. Dare I say, he looks very handsome taming our wild beast. Looks like someone’s legs are going to be sore.” 

Everyone got to see the link and see the show before their eyes as you were getting railed by this overnight popular hunk. They were noticing how he was pleased at the sight of you whimpering as your inner walls were hugging his cock so well, like they were specially made for him. He then smirked and reached out for your face, holding it by your chin and whispering, “Bitch, scream for me.” 

The tip of the head touched your spongy cervix, causing you to moan incessantly while he drilled deep into you. He rasped into your ear, “What a good girl you are, taking daddy’s cock in so well.”  

As Nanami nuzzled his face onto your neck and sucked on your sensitive spots again, biting hard and licking the marks that he made, the sound of skin slapping against your wet folds, your moans, and his grunts reverberated through the house. The coil built up so much that you could no longer stand it and screamed, “I can't take it anymore, I want to cum!” However, he only pinched your nipples while thrusting into you and smacked your ass, saying, “No, slut, I will not let you cum.” 

Geto hears people cheering in the background as he hears people cheering for Nanami railing you. He scowls realizing that Nanami was getting more popular than planned.

You whimpered pleadingly, “Daddy, please! I'll be good, just let me cum.” His hand reached over your sensitive bud and rubbed it hard in soft circles, enough to make your legs shake from overstimulation and your eyes roll back. 

“Cum for me,” he said emphatically.

The coil inside you finally snapped and you lost control, a clear liquid oozing out of your body and dripping onto the sheets as you cried in ecstasy. Nanami’s thrusts became more sloppy, grunting in pleasure, and pounded one final thrust into you, painting your walls white. Your inner walls clenched around his cock as you milked him dry, his seed spilling deep into you, before you both collapsed on the bed, panting heavily, with him toppling into you.

He pulled his now-flaccid cock out of you, causing you to whine, the combination of both of your essences dripping out from your puffy folds. He turned your body face-up and his forehead touched yours. “(L/N)-san,” his tone softens, “I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me, I—” you interrupt him by kissing him on his lips, responding, “you’re kidding me? I enjoyed it. Maybe, we can change it up a little bit, if you think we’re okay?” He chuckles, as he goes to the restroom and comes back with a warm towel to clean you up and massage your legs. 

As he’s about to say something, he notices his phone continuously pinging and that’s when he sees a barrage of notifications appearing left and right ranging to, “OMG YOU HAD SEX WITH HER?!” To “Look who’s the new playboy in town!!” To Gojo who also saw the video and was shocked. “Nanamiiii, I didn’t know you had that in you! 🥰”

This causes Nanami to be furious especially when he sees the Gossip Girl post, but then he sees the username of the person who posted the livestream and it turned out to be Geto! He thinks to himself, “Isn’t Geto-san, (L/N)-san’s ex?” as he turns to the window that had the phone. A knowing smirk appeared on his face as he laughed maniacally, immediately understanding that Geto wanted to embarrass him, but that backfired, because of his newfound reputation of banging the talk of the town, the Regina George of his university, and now, his slut. 

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[flugame-mp3]

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this is my main blog but it ends up mostly fall out boy and supernatural! known decaydance/bandom freak and stump club vice president, also enjoys things like spn, doctor who, ttrpgs (including adjacent stuff like just roll with it), the legend of zelda, and long walks on the beach

beware: i use suicide jokes and reclaimed slurs. ask me to trigger tag stuff with "cw thing" and i will

no dni i will just block you. however: terfs/radfems kys. zionists are not welcome here. i also do not like wincest and waycest shippers. i will not tolerate uncritical and racist bandom stuff, namely people who are weird and racist about pete wentz + his writing--not every fob song is about mikey way. and also post-hiatus fob/MANIA haters i hope you get better soon :/

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mutuals pls ask for my discord! also feel free to dm me ab anything, im not the best about keeping up conversations but i enjoy talking to y'all :)

i have many tags that i use inconsistently. however here is a little metaphorical charcuterie board of stuff i use a lot (there is something wrong with me. the disorders)

PERSONAL/BLOG STUFF theo.txt - my original posts n whatnot fave - stuff i really enjoy for various reasons asks - exactly what it says on the tin cool art - pretty much any art i reblog important - useful, uplifting, life advice, etc. nsft - pretty much anything i wouldnt want my manager seeing if they glanced over my shoulder at work queer stuff - similar vein to my trans tag but wider umbrella trans tag - catchall tag for trans stuff art history stuff - catchall tag for things relating to art history (my field of study!! its me and dutch post-impressionist painter vincent van gogh against the world) me and queue setting in a honeymoon - queue tag. if u want that for some reason

FALL OUT BOY STUFF fob - fababoi tag :3 pstump - my beautiful wife patrice tag pwentz - pete tag joe trohman - its so trohver (joe tag) andy hurley - andy tag p2 - exactly what it says on the tin. i got tired of typing out "half doomed and semi sweet" every time maniaposting - loveposting about the hit 7th studio album from american rock band fall out boy yayy !! ioh - im making an ioh tag but she's not done yet soul punk - ask me about debut solo studio album "soul punk" by american musician and national treasure patrick stump

MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE STUFF mcr - my chem tag ray toro - ray tag :) gerard way - gerard tag mikey way - michael romance real...? (mikey tag) frank iero - frank tag bullets - ibymbmlymblymblymyl tag :3 danger days - tangentially related to mcr, mostly killjoys fanart

i will generally tag other bands/artists that i like (e.g. thursday/geoff rickly, ricky montgomery, mitski)

SUPERNATURAL STUFF spn - supernatural tag yay (castiel save me. CAS. save me boyfailure angel of thursday) sammy - my love my light my psychic mentally ill nerd antichrist girlfriend (sam tag) dean - eldest daughter (terminal diagnosis) + cant express my heartfelt feelings if my arteries are clogged due to HAMBURGER (dean tag) cas - silly queercoded autistic angel captivates me mind body and soul. more at 10:00. "but he murdered half of heaven" what do you want me to do about that. and he looked good doing it! (castiel tag) the brothers winchester - crying over Tragic Siblings (salmondean sam + dean tag) tfw - one ex-blood-junkie, one drop-out with six bucks to his name, and mr. comatose (sam + dean + cas/team free will tag) destiel - i can't stop thinking about those tragic little gay men /ref (dean x cas tag. why are they like that.) i do other spn tagging too, like sastiel, but mostly character names (like bobby or crowley), and also jackles/misha <3 (and jarpad mostly for filtering purposes. he gets on my damn nerves. it's complicated) have fun!

MISC FANDOMS STUFF dw - doctor who tag (a lot of 9/10/15 and donna. and rose) loz - legend of zelda tag (specific games are also tagged) jrwi - just roll with it tag (bitb, riptide, fated, etc. are also tagged) bg3 - baldur's gate 3 posting (lots of karlach and astarion. and gale. astarion fans be normal challenge) ttrpg - d&d/pf2e/coc/vtm posting (i have separate tags for some of my characters and campaigns as well please please please please please talk to me about tabletop stuff it is my entire life outside of tumblr aughhhhhhhhh)

and the award for world's longest pinned post goes to...

#pinned #woe. tag list be upon ye #updated 5/8/24 #<- did a little rewording. i'm gonna make a separate about me page ive decided but that can wait until i'm not failing out of college

[dontbotherwiththepronunciation]

Do you feel comfortable with sharing some hard numbers re: what the ship ranking is like, what people's favorite chapters were etc? I love statistics

Yes sure! I can give you some but I wouldn’t take them all at face value. The answers probably don't reflect fandom at large. Theyne was the second most popular ship here with Theonsa being one of the least popular ones but that's probably simply because I have a few Theyne shippers following me and because I block anyone who tags show narratives as asoiaf for my own well-being.

Also, I need to explain, I had a total of 114 submissions. Nine of those came from irls who, like me, came to know the books without any show influence but, unlike me, haven't interacted with the fandom. Their answers were not taken into account for these numbers since they don't represent the fandom - they are not even part of it - but I might mention them in the future when comparing their perception of certain things to common fandom tropes.

The following is based on the 105 submissions I got from the fandom. I don't think a single question was answered by everyone.

Ship you like engaging with the most:

Personal observation: The rarer the ship was (ex. Theyne & Greysnow), the more extensive was the person's response when they got to talk about it in the next question. Probably because they usually don't get to be that enthusiastic about them.

Ship you like engaging with the least:

Personal Observation: Thramsay didn't surprise me, but Theonsa sure did. It was mostly chosen by Throbb and Theyne's and also by a small minor of book only people. There wasn't a lot of animosity for it in the way there was animosity for Thramsay though. Most of the throbb shippers who chose it just felt territorial about their Stark/Greyjoy ship and the Theynes were mad about so much stuff being taken from Jeyne.

When did you start liking Theon?

Personal Observation: Very surprised by this one. I haven't noticed any strong patterns in which fans chose which option either.

Could you pick your three favourite Theon POV ACOK chapters?

Could you pick your three favourite Theon POV ADWD chapters?

Personal Observation: Both of the former questions were very chaotic. Some chose four, some chose only two. One person chose them all and it was actually kind of cute, it made me chuckle.

Do you engage with AUs (including canon divergent ones)?

Personal Observation: Most of those who picked the Hard Yes (in survey as "Yes, AUs are my primary form of entertainment") were almost exclusively Throbb shippers (there was one thramsay person and one theyne person). I was surprised not to see Greysnow or Theonsa people pick it. Many of those who also chose that were particularly fond of the "Family issues, loyalty conflicts, inferiority complexes" option when they later chose what theme was most fundamental to Theon.

Pick a MILF for Theon

Personal Observation: I am first and foremost a Barbtheon believer but I can live with this too.

What themes do you consider most fundamental in Theon's story?

I am sorry this took so long and that it's not much! I don't like posting stuff from my phone and I was very busy today and now I am very tired and don't really have a lot of energy left. If there is anything else you are particularly interested in, please let me know.

#speaking #anonymous #thanks again! This has been encouraging and I like statistics too. #asoiaf #theon greyjoy #fandom related #theon survey

[theghostofashton]

weekend wip game

thank you for the tags @lemonlyman-dotcom and @orchidscript and thank you to @welcometololaland for coming up with this game!

rules: list your wips below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future wips/ideas!) then answer the following questions. then, tag as many people as you have wips (or more).

1. WIP List:

of things i am actively working on / thinking about?

exes to lovers au: the one i'm the farthest in, the gang went to college together in new york and made all kinds of memories, tk and carlos fell in love, but things ended abruptly right before graduation and now it's six years later and fate brings them back together (tk moves to austin)

olympics au: after a devastating injury took him out of contention for london, carlos is back to gymnastics and determined to make rio. he doesn't anticipate the way tk strand coming into his life will change everything.

cda: i don't want to give much away about this one but it is a carlos character study

stripper au: this has like. -3 plot atm (is honestly just a series of chaotic text messages to friends) so i don't have much to say but i have decided i will be writing it for sure so adding to the list.

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?

exes to lovers, hands down. both in words and extensive plans

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

exes to lovers

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

the only one i'm making active progress on atm is exes to lovers but i would probably say that one. it's such a rich story filled with so many self-indulgent things and thinking about it and planning has been so much fun

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

stripper au i think. mostly because it's a kind of story i never thought i would write and a whole new world to explore. challenging myself in writing is one of my favorite things about it but it's also scary lol

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

exes to lovers i think. just because it's so specific in my head and i'm constantly doubting my ability to translate that to actual words lol

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

having someone else read my fics before they're posted is a relatively new thing to me tbh, but i really do enjoy it so i'd say all of them? i just find that having someone to talk things through with is really invaluable. i haven't sought out a sensitivity reader yet but i would definitely do so depending on content so i'm making sure to be respectful

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

...exes to lovers lately? idk i've just as a whole been busy/tired/stressed and not writing nearly as much which has been really frustrating

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

so far i don't think i have any lol. but i'm creating a love interest for marjan in exes to lovers that i'm super excited about. queer marjan is a hc that's always been special to me so i've decided to create a gf for her.

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

stripper au i feel like is the obvious answer lol

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

exes to lovers, probably. getting into their heads about their time apart hurts, the breakup hurts, the messiness of them encountering each other present day hurts..... she's gonna be a lot lol

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

exes to lovers for sure. i feel like getting to think about everyone when they were 18 and in college and develop them there and then also exploring them into adulthood has led to some incredible characterization

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

exes to lovers because it explores new york and texas so closely

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

exes to lovers. my voice memos are just.....that fic. i've gone on so many walks during my lunch breaks and just talked through some things with myself lol. weaving two timelines together is so hard and has taken so much planning

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

cda, i think. it's a story i've wanted to write for months but i've kinda shied away from because there were a lot of things i wanted to think through for it. there's so much i want it to be and i hope i can accomplish that

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

i wish lmao

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

exes to lovers has the two timelines, olympics involves a lot of gymnastics jargon, cda is very much [redacted], and stripper au is well. self explanatory lol

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

olympics au, i'd say. kinda a heavy premise that i wanted to offset with a lot of jokes and banter amongst the characters

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

exes to lovers won't necessarily feature outside pov but a good bit of this story deals with this group of very close-knit friends that fell apart a little, once two of them broke up, and the ways that rocked everyone's dynamics (particularly because, similar to canon, neither tk nor carlos told them why). it's been really interesting to think about how that affected the other characters. i also have spent way too much time developing everyone else, thinking about their lives and careers and perspectives, so there'll definitely be quite a bit of character exploration beyond tarlos

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

exes to lovers - carlos teaches 10th grade english and it has been an absolute joy to write

olympics au - andrea and gabriel olympic power duo <3

cda: all my carlos headcanons wrapped into a fic

four wips so i'll tag @sanjuwrites @reyesstrand @carlos-in-glasses and @bonheur-cafe

#tag game #weekend wip game #neha rambles

[bucknastysbabe]

Candy - Talk Talk

Rating: Mature

A/N: Be warned this is my projection of being in active alcoholism. But make it a songfic and interpret past shitty relationships. Shit warps your reality, thoughts, perceptions. Basically a lot of slipping into alcoholism is a slow slide triggered into GO TIME by an emotional/traumatic or even euphoric event so def not fic Bucky’s fault. Very unreliable narrator. Sequel of sorts to Tommy’s Party

Tags: TW ADHERE!! sui ideation, explicit descriptions of withdrawals, alcoholism and alcohol abuse, toxic relationships, depression, delusional thinking, drug abuse, just dreadful really

This sure is some kind of party. It's so useful. Surrounds my life with excuses. For what I choose to lose.

You knew this was stupid. So stupid. Wanda had tried to persuade you to go to another party that didn’t include your roommate cum ex-boyfriend. But nope. You were drunk already and wanted to feel something— whether that be chaos, pain, or the gentle caress of oblivion.

The parties masked the pain of living with the man you still loved. The man who had clearly moved on with new flings every week. You drank and danced to find an excuse to not think think fucking think all the damn time.

You don’t have to wonder what you did wrong with a stomach full of booze and nose full of adderall. Kept you in the moment. Therefore if you went out every night with the ‘wrong crowd’ that was your problem. The rest of day you could spend hungover and sleeping away your amounting problems.

And my name. Doesn't look the same to me.

Your advisor had sent you to a counselor because of your plummeting grades. The lady asked if you were depressed. “No, just tired,” you lied.

“How much do you drink a week?”

Once.

You were fine as long as you had your new lover. Although he was consuming you, transforming you into something better, freer, no cares in the world. The girl you always wanted to be. The one who stared back at you with glazed eyes and reddened cheeks in the mirror was a different person. Thank god.

And inside, don't you know I feel so bad.

Bucky pulled you aside the other day, his stupidly handsome face all wrought with concern. He gripped your shoulder, pretty pink mouth trembling, pissed, “What’s happened to you? You’re throwing your life away.” You shoved him away, hissing, “Since when did you care? You haven’t spoken to me in weeks. Just leave me be I’m fine.”

He trembled in anger, throwing up his hands. Bucky tried to stay level but ended up shouting, “I do care! It’s fucking hell watching you poison yourself and run with those,” he bit his lip and paused, “Those alpha fucks.”

You stared at him blankly. There was a fifth behind your bed. Walking to your room you said over your shoulder, “It’s only okay for you when everything’s perfect.”

You heard something get thrown, vodka dripping down your heaving throat.

Candy, when I tried to turn away. To feel new again.

You shoved Brock off your shaking frame. He was out cold. You needed something. Stop the shakes, sweaty shivers wracking your body. Now. Bucky had some whiskey hidden away in the kitchen. He was out the door when Brock came in, a look of disgust on Buck’s handsome face. Twisting and marring it.

Good.

Less he was around the more you could indulge. Blocking our reality was hard when someone who made you want to do better was confusing. Brock was a dick, he made it easy.

My emotion cost me pain. Did I look the same? When I think about the times that I laughed away the idea you'd cheat me.

There was nothing in your room. Nothing in the apartment. No fix. Your brain was screaming at you, skin crawling uncomfortably. The air was too hot, too cold, you didn’t know. All your money was spent until next week.

“You need help, I can’t take it anymore, I poured it out,” came his shaky voice.

You turned to glare at your former love, eyes manic and red rimmed. Your mouth was so, so dry. Stalking toward Bucky you weakly shoved his broad chest, croaking, “Why the fuck would you do that? The fuck is wrong with you?” Your head erupted into a pang of pain, wincing.

Bucky grabbed your shoulders, shaking, pleading, “C’mon, I have some Powerade, we can watch movies and try to relax like old times.”

You trembled in place with anger and the onset of delirium tremens. Bucky searched your sunken eyes, fear lacing his features. Why couldn’t he just move away and leave you alone. You thought he’d bolt by now. With a ragged sob you replied, “I never thought you’d enjoy seeing me in pain so much.” You crumpled, he held you, repeating he didn’t like to see you in pain.

He sat by your side for a little that night. But the liquor was back in your cup. He told you he was gone if you didn’t stop. The idiot had been gone since he deemed your relationship too ‘isolated’.

Bucky didn’t end up leaving, hovering like a nursemaid. Maybe there was a way.

But look again, what do you say? 'That's my name.’

Bucky stayed around, trying to wean you off. Spring break. What a bust. You couldn’t keep anything down. You stared at the ceiling, wondering if oblivion would be better. He irked you, made hatred boil up, something that was so pure had been blackened. You were too weak to go get your own shit, but he probably took your money too.

Bucky sat next to you on the couch, big hand on your elbow. You spat, “What? Come to wallow in my misery like a pig in shit?” He sighed, gritting his jaw. The brunette asked, “Do you not see a problem here?” You didn’t like the way his heavy brows pinched, made your heart ache.

You turned to face him, face close up, Bucky’s eyes darting to your lips. Breath fanning against his slack jaw you rasped, “The problem is you aren’t seeing me. Never have. Too clingy, too wild, too drunk.” You nipped his lip roughly, growling, “Did’ja only like me when you were fucking me?”

Bucky pulled back, breath hitching. He stood up abruptly, yelling, “What the fuck are you even talking about? I love you!” His blue eyes were watery. He croaked, “I mean who even are you anymore baby?” Your throat tightened. Fuck fuck fuck you needed booze.

AND I HOPE THAT I'VE KEPT YOU AMUSED

TO WIPE THAT SPIT RIGHT OFF MY BOOTS

Lies. Bucky was lying. Your brain whispered darkly, manipulating anything that might’ve been coherent though. He was bootlicking, appealing to that little soft part in your heart. Just enough to keep you on that string for his twisted amusement. You dialed Brock.

“Pick me up, bring a roadie stat.”

And when I'm home and thinking in the dark. I hope that none of this has had to go too far.

When it gets too late. To see me any other way.

He moved out a month later. Finally, your thoughts cheered. But why did it still hurt even when plastered on the ground? Bucky left a scathing note. You cried until your nose bled after. Fucking idiot, that’s your name.

‘Get help because I’m not going to see you lifeless in a coffin. Don’t contact me until you’re sober.’

Maybe you should get sober. But wasn’t this your plan? Run off the ones who really cared? Make Bucky hate you because it was easier than knowing he chose to leave you. Wanda even cut you off, Steve left a flyer for AA on your porch.

You took another swig.

Atleast you had this. The only thing within your grasp.

And it gets so hard to hold on. To everything that I want so bad.

#read the TW #alcoholic projective live and jive #idk what this is #feelings ig #angst angst angst #bucky barnes x reader

[deadpoolunofficial]

Mobile: Rules + Guidelines

Hello, I’m Carlos. I’m in my late 20s. I’m black and I have a full-time job. I might not be as active due to my life IRL.

PSA: It is not a requirement to know what Source Material Deadpool is from. Depending on the fandom, I am interacting with, I will format his character into a new verse for that.

MUTAULS ONLY

I will only rp with mutuals. No exception!

Godmodding and metagaming will not be accepted here.

If it’s not shared IC or discussed ooc, then your character cannot know about information listed in his bio or in headcanon posts.

I won’t send any passwords. But I read all the rules! If I don’t follow you, I couldn’t find your rules!

I won’t follow back if you don’t have a rules page.

If the art isn’t mine it will be credited to the original artist.

IC does not equal OOC. My muse’s views are his own and not mine.

No smut will be written on here, though NSFW asks and questions and topics are okay.

Please be patient for replies, if you bother me to reply I will delete my part of the thread and stop interacting with you. I have a full-time job and will be tired most days. - THIS ONLY APPLIES IF YOU PESTER ME EVERY DAY. Or every hour on the hour.

Non-Roleplay/Personal blog: Do not reblog my posts, you are welcome to follow, just don't reblog rp threads.

Shipping is okay if there is chemistry, however I like to talk about things OOC! However, don’t be disheartened if I don’t think the characters are compatible.

My blog is OC and multi-fandom friendly. However, I have the right to decline your OC/Character’s connection to mine.

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Reiteration on the no drama; I do not like drama at all. If I address something that I deem drama. It will be tagged as “drama” All “drama” posts will be taken down within a few hours of their original posting.

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18+ topics will be on this blog, however no SMUT will be on this blog.

Gore, Religion, Murder, torture, Horror, body horror, and suggestive content. This is due to the “Hellverse” Au on the blog.

Heavy about depression and mental health will be present on this blog. Since Balan helped others with their mental health in his game, it’s a core part of his character.

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I tag common triggers only.

Blacklist

While I do have triggers there aren’t many I am comfortable with sharing as I can just avoid them. However, since these few can SPECIFICALLY come up in rp. Please do not rp or talk to me about these topics. I don't care if you tag them or not. But I'm 100% likely to just not respond!

The Military - I’m ex-military, it’s an uncomfortable topic for me. I don’t joke or even talk about it.

Mass genocide - Self-Explanatory. If it’s backstory I can deal, just not in-depth topics.

Eco-fascism - This is the devaluing of human life stuff like “All humans are bad” or “Humans are disgusting"  This is uncomfortable to me, I am a minority through and through, it’s uncomfortable.

Racism - This is self-explanatory.

Fantasy Racism - I’m not a fan. It’s bad writing.

#;Out of Bullets [ooc] #;

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tropes game

tagged by @hxhhasmysoul thank you!!! I saw this making the rounds on twitter and i'm excited to do it here too

How much do these tropes affect your decision to click on a fic?

-10 -> very dissuaded

0 -> don’t care either way

10 ->  very enticed

nope -> if it’s a hard no and you’d never click on a fic with that tag or or you even have the tag blocked or you’d insta click out of the fic if it wasn’t tagged

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Bonus points for explaining the rating and whether it’s conditional… There are no points, you’re not marked on this, don’t worry :3

Add tropes that you think I missed XD

Tag others if you’re nosy like I am :D

Have fun!

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Trope List

age gap   -2/10 

ultimately to me it only depends on the ship dynamic itself? I enjoyed the ship in Canis: Dear Hatter, but it's not because of the age gap. I also will get kinda dissuaded if one of them isnt an adult but the other is when they first meet

codependency   9/10

oh boy me and my gf for real. we met through killugon and codependency really is killugon. It can be extremely cathartic to see it in fiction to me

enemies to lovers   8/10

it really depends on who handles it. i dont like how reylo does it, but man, This Is How You Lose the Time War is like a masterclass in how to do it. I rate it more favourably cause I think I enjoy the slight forbidden aspect to it? And I can immediately think of more stories that do this well (in the sense that, "enemies" are more like two rival factions and both sides are like equally grey, and your rival just so happens to be your equal, you hold no grudge besides what your faction has told you to believe)

enemies with benefits   10/10

now THIS has a nice flavour. I love it when it fulfills that meme "you wanna fuck me so bad you look stupid". Bonus points if the benefits begin when A is injured and goes to B's place for shelter (it was great watching this happening in zoolander)

fake dating/relationship   9/10

I've been won over by my friends, i love the awkwardness that comes with fake dating for meeting a mutual need that is essentially kinda stupid (like impressing grandma or to spite your ex)

found family   9/10

it's hxh in a nutshell

friends to lovers   10/10

GOD help me i love this a lot. it's my fave fic trope and it was literally my life experience

friends with benefits   10/10

my god. top tier. I love it so much it's good good mess

hurt/comfort   10/10

the comfort comforts better after the hurt has hurted real good :)

love triangle   5/10

I would love to see different ways of it being handled than anything from old and tired cishet dramas, so any queer spin on it kinda makes me go insane. Also bonus points if everyone can talk through it as sanely as they can while still feeling like their world is crumbling. It can be such good angst. Bonus bonus points if they can all agree on some level of poly

mistaken/hidden identity   10/10

very delicious in like, spy or superhero stories (and also what brought me on board with miraculous ladybug to begin with)

monster fu… relationship   10/10

I feel like most of us monster relationship enjoyers had an awakening after watching a Guillermo del Toro movie. For me it was the Shape of Water, and afterwards a wlw beauty and the beast drawing i did that really won me over. I have a monster AU thingy over on my danganronpa account that I love to bits.

obsession, possessiveness, etc   7/10

can be handled so well or SO BADLY. it helps when any act of possessiveness isn't too serious but is also laced with the real angst, the good shit, the flavour of insecurity. it helps even more if the couple knows how to communicate through this rather than lashing out at each other with passive aggressive arguments, which I hate to see :)

opposites (like grumpy×sunshine, etc)    10/10

LITERALLY KILLUGON. literally all of our preteen angel/devil OC obsession coming back as a popular trope. what's not to love about opposites being together and balancing each other out!

poly   10/10

So a poly ship took over my brain for a good 2 years. I'm in the middle of writing a fic about how three people get together, and even researching by picking up The Ethical Slut (which btw is a great read on how to have healthy relationships in general too, it has so much good advice)

pregnancy   -9/10

It's a personal choice, only because i'm scared of conceiving so i really prefer not to see it in fic. Giving it a -9 cause I do have exceptions in fic (being whether it was recommended to me or whether it's from authors whose work I enjoy)

second chance   5/10

Again it’s really down to the characters and how it’s handled. I enjoyed it in some fics I’ve read long ago, but I won’t go out of my way to find it

sex to feelings   10/10

the one thing i love about friends with benefits is exactly this. the potential for MESS

slowburn   9/10

It can be so so good. A kagehina fic once destroyed me with how slow the burn was but it was so neat to see it growing slowly but surely. I think it can only work if you and the author agree on the eventual endgame ship

soulmates   7/10

it can be a bit tired, but I still personally like reading it! I like any soulmates au with a good spin on it though, like a potential fear behind not liking your destined partner or liking someone else who isnt your soulmate

thanks for letting me ramble LMAO

i’m gonna tag @xyliane @thehuntyhunties @icefeather112 @murderkitten666 @loudpartythumpingmusic (no pressure though!)

#text #big long opinions on tropes that mostly boils down to uh #Please Put A Nice Spin On Things or make it Gayer