#choosing was so f*cking hard

[guilty-pleasures21]

Hii i have an idea for part 3 of interrogation w/ Jason!! SO the roleplay thing could be Red Hood (pretending he's high on sex pollen) with an innocent!reader who he's had a crush on for AGES

Basically him being all like "You're the reason this is hurting so much (referring to his hard-on), don't you wanna help your friend feel better? I'll only feel better if you do it..." And X doesn't know anything about sex so she's like "=) Okay I'll help!" basically gets tricked into fucking him

but this is just a random thot k u dont have to like it :)

(also can I be 🐺anon?)

Hooooooooh! I kept having to take breaks while writing this, because it is SO. F**KING. SPICY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

@🐺anon, you are my new hero. I hope I have successfully managed to bring your dirty little fantasies to life and I also personally hope to hear from you again soon because BABE?! ⁉️⁉️ This was AMAZING!!!

Sex pollen with innocent best friend

Jason Todd tricking his best friend he's been in love with for AGES into having sex with him.

Warnings: explicit description of sex including blowjob (f & m receiving), penetration (p in v) and Jason taking advantage of his best friend's innocence. No age gap, but manipulation is involved.

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     He stood on his best friend's balcony, heavy pants shaking his chest as the arousal flooded his body. F*cking sex pollen. Why the hell would Ivy even need something like that?! Argh! It didn't matter. Right now, all that mattered was that he find some way to relieve himself. Some way that maybe involved his unfairly gorgeous best friend he'd been in love with for … He couldn't even remember a time he hadn't been pining after her. Jason knocked on the glass door and his heart stuttered in his chest when he saw X's small figure rushing over to him.

     Red Hood?! The Red Hood was at her balcony door?! But, oh, he didn't look too good.

     “Mr Hood?” She reached up to place a hand on his brawny shoulder and her brows furrowed with concern as she looked up at him. “Is everything all right?” 

     F*ck! Did she have to be so f*cking cute?! Calling him ‘Mr Hood’ while she gazed up at him with those beautiful eyes of hers, the irises so dark that they reflected the entire night sky in them. He bent over as another wave of arousal hit him, his d*ck starting to throb painfully now that he could smell her sweet strawberry scent. “I'm … I need some … Do you think you could help me out … princess?”

     She was right: it was Jason. The Red Hood was the best friend that she'd had a crush on for ages, but always been too insecure to do anything about. He was the Red Hood, after all, why would he ever choose her over the hundreds of beautiful women falling all over themselves to spend just one night with him? “O-Okay.” 

     She stepped aside to allow him entry into her flat, then locked the balcony door and pulled the curtains shut behind him. But he didn't call anyone else ‘princess’, she argued with herself. He didn't show up to anyone else's place when he was hurt, when he was vulnerable and had absolutely no choice but to depend on someone else for help. She turned to him and tilted her head in question, waiting for him to explain what was wrong. 

     He wanted to rip all her clothes off and murmur filthy things in her ear, then watch the blush crawl up her cheeks as he ate her out. She was just so innocent, so sweet and so ready for him to just eat her up. He winced as his c*ck gave another twitch at the thought. “I … Some chemical … from Ivy.”

     That wasn't good. X took a step closer to him, her heartbeat quickening with anxiety at all the horrible possibilities. “What does it do? Can I help?” 

     This was it. All those filthy daydreams he'd ever had about her, all those restless nights spent tossing and turning in his bed, trying to imagine what she'd feel like in his arms, they were finally going to come true. But only if he could control himself long enough to convince her to take her f*cking clothes off. “It's … It's not dangerous. But it hurts.”

     “Where does it hurt?” Jason placed a hand on his abdomen, then gradually moved it lower, until he landed on his crotch. X's eyes widened in surprise. 

     “Oh!” she gasped before glancing away from him in embarrassment. “Um, how … What should I do?” 

     She wasn't sure what he meant by it ‘hurting’, but she hated the thought of him being in pain, of him panting and wincing as he tried to hide it from her.

     “Can you … Can you massage it? A little?” His c*ck resumed its throbbing at the idea and he hissed at the sensation. How the f*ck could he be so aroused that it physically hurt?! What the hell was the point of having a poison that could do that?! He was going to f*cking murder Ivy after this. Well, maybe he'd thank her first, if she managed to turn all his fantasies about f*cking his lovely little best friend into a reality. But then he’d definitely still murder her after. 

     X gulped at the suggestion. She’d never even seen a penis before let alone touched one! But if it would help … 

     “I can try?” She lowered herself to her knees and reached a hand to his waistband, but stopped before she could grab it. “Do you … Do you need to take your pants off?” 

     “F*ck, yes,” Jason breathed, undoing his belt and zip. It was that easy?! Shit, he should have pretended to be high on this ‘sex pollen’ ages ago!Maybe then he wouldn’t have wasted so much time trying to figure out how to confess his feelings to her. He ripped his pants and underwear off and kicked them aside, finally allowing his already erect c*ck to spring free. 

     “Wow!” X squeaked in surprise. He was so big and so hard, his c*ck twitching and throbbing as it begged for relief. X looked up at him, embarrassed by her naive response. “W-What … How should I start?"

     Shit, shit, shit! She was so f*cking gorgeous, her almond-shaped eyes all wide and round with innocence as she gazed up at him. He cupped her cheek in his hand and pressed down on her lower lip with his thumb, then sucked in a breath when she parted her lips for him.

     “You’re going to want to lubricate it first, sweetheart,” he advised her, his breath catching in his throat at the thought of her rosy lips closing around his c*ck. “Just so you don’t rub the skin raw or anything.” X nodded slowly, then turned her attention back to his c*ck. She dug her fingers into his thighs as she swallowed hard, her heart pounding with a mixture of nerves and excitement.

     “O-Okay,” she agreed. “Should I … What can I put on it?” She turned back up to him in question and he growled at the innocent look on her face. He tipped her chin up, guiding her mouth to his c*ck. 

     “Just use your tongue, baby. Your saliva should be good enough.” She glanced back at his d*ck as he brushed his thumb along her cheek. Was that … allowed? Wasn’t it kind of dirty for her to suck on her best friend’s c*ck? Even if he was kind of in a lot of pain right now. But … it wasn’t like it counted as sex, right? That was when you penetrated the other person. At least, that was what she understood of it anyway. So maybe it was all right? She opened her mouth as he took hold of his c*ck, letting him slide it onto her tongue before she closed her lips around it. 

     “F*ck!” He shuddered as she began sucking on his d*ck, her movements slow and careful. She was so cute, her pretty little mouth staying close to his tip, barely able to take him in any further. But shit, it felt good - so f*cking good - having her warm tongue swipe across his slit and trace the veins along his shaft. He tilted her face up to his, wanting to see her pretty eyes peeking up at him from beneath her long, dark lashes as she suckled on his d*ck and he swore he almost came undone at the sight. “Just like that, sweetheart. Just like that, baby. You’re doing such a good job for me, princess, such a good massage.” 

     But she hadn’t even gotten to the massage part yet - this was just supposed to be the lubrication step, right? She tried to remind him of that - tried to speak around his c*ck that was currently stuffed in her mouth - but her words just came out a mess of muffled moans. Jason’s eyes rolled back in pleasure at the sound - at the fact that his d*ck was filling up her mouth so nicely that she couldn’t even speak! - and he grabbed onto the back of her head to slide her faster along his length.

     He was too big, too much, and she felt herself choking a little as his tip bounced against the back of his throat. But he seemed to like that, if the euphoric groans falling from his mouth were anything to go by. He pulled her hard against him and she tried to swallow - an involuntary response - but was stopped by the bulk of his d*ck laying in her mouth. 

     “F*ck,” Jason groaned, his mind going numb with pleasure at the feeling of her trying to swallow around his d*ck. Shit, it was so f*cking good that it wasn’t long before he was spilling into her mouth, his sticky c*m dripping down her tongue and along the back of her throat. X sputtered, caught off guard, and Jason finally released her so that she could pull her head back. His best friend looked up at him in confusion, wiping away the mixture of c*m and saliva spilling out of her mouth. F*ck, she looked so pretty like that, he wanted to just rip his helmet off and kiss her. But he couldn’t do that, because then she’d know who he really was. And then she’d definitely stop, excruciating pain or not. And no way in hell was he going to let that happen - not until he’d come inside of her, at least. Then he’d reveal his identity to her and f*ck her so good that she’d pass out in his arms from the exhaustion. And then he’d take her out to dinner and confess his feelings for her. Perfect. 

     “What’s … What was that?” She hadn’t expected for that sticky liquid to come shooting out of him like that. But it seemed to relax him a little, so maybe it was helping? 

     “That was the poison, sweetheart,” he lied to her, gripping her chin in his hand and brushing his thumb along her lower lip. “You see how much you got out? You see how much you helped me, baby? Such a good girl, princess, taking care of me like that. You want to help me some more?” She brushed her fingers along his shaft, noticing how hard he still was. Was there still a lot of poison inside of him? Why wasn’t it affecting her? 

     “But … isn’t that dangerous?” she asked him, bewildered. “Won’t I get hurt too?” Jason shook his head quickly, his fingers never leaving her face as they alternated between stroking her cheek and running through her hair. 

     “No, no, no!” he reassured her, another lie forming in his mind. “It only affects guys, sweetheart. You’ll be fine, baby. You just … You gotta help me get the poison out. Hmm?” 

     Jason took hold of his c*ck - still painfully hard in his hand - and traced the outline of her lips with his tip. “You see this? You see how hard I still am, baby? That’s ‘cause the poison’s still inside. You gotta keep going if you want to help me, okay?” X nodded and curled her fingers around his c*ck, her slender digits brushing along his shaft delicately. 

     “Should I … Should I suck on it again?” She kneaded his d*ck as she said it, squeezing and stroking him so gently, like she really was trying to give him a massage. Argh! She was so sweet! 

     “You can use your hands too,” he assured her, his c*ck springing back to life at her careful touches. She didn’t know how bad the poison was or how long she had to get it out of his system, but the quicker the better, right? 

     “How … How do I do that?” He took hold of her arms and lifted her up so she was standing before him, her damp shirt clinging to her chest and outlining the stiff peaks of her nipples perfectly. Shit. 

     “Just … Just like how you’re doing it now, sweetheart,” he told her, his eyes roving across her body beneath his mask. He had to get her out of her f*cking clothes! He trailed his fingers along her curves, trying to come up with an excuse. “But … But don’t you want to take this shirt off? You’re all soaked, princess.” 

     “I’m okay!” she chirped, her hands leaving his c*ck and moving up to his chest. He was so strong, his muscles all broad and hard beneath her hands. She bit on her lip as he snuck his fingers underneath her shirt and her body shivered at the feeling of his calloused palms brushing along her skin.

     “You sure?” he questioned, sliding his hands up and down her sides. Shit, she was soft. “You don’t have to be shy around me, princess. I just want to make sure you’re comfortable. You’ve done so well tonight, helping me out. Let me help you out too. Hmm? Please, sweetheart?” He was asking so nicely - Jason never said ‘please’ - and she was feeling pretty uncomfortable, her shirt all wet with the sticky liquid that had seeped out of him. 

     “Hmm, okay,” she agreed after a moment of hesitation. Jason swallowed down his elated cheer and slipped her shirt off, casting it aside. Then he turned back to her and all remaining rational thought left his mind. F********ck! She was so. F*cking. Gorgeous! Her curly hair tumbling over her shoulders, her cheek rosy with embarrassment, her perky little breasts all round and full. How was she so perfect?! 

     “Let me …” Jason reached his hands up and cupped her breasts, then began kneading them gently, marvelling at how soft she was. “You’re still a little sticky, princess. Let me clean you up.” 

     She let out a surprised yelp when he closed his fingers around her soft flesh and he growled at the sound. But he kept his movements slow, tender, his touch featherlight as he circled her breasts reverently. 

     “Um, M-Mr Hood?” X managed to squeak out, her mind quickly growing fuzzy at the feeling of his warm hands gliding over her sensitive skin. “D-Do you … s-still … need help?” 

     Jason grunted in agreement, then slid his hands around her waist and up her back. He pulled her flush against him and groaned as he dragged his fingers down her soft skin. God, he wished he could kiss her. “Yes. I need … I need …” 

     He pulled back and watched himself trace his hands all along her body, his fingers lingering on the smooth curves of her breasts and waist. Then he slid his fingers into her pyjamas and pulled them down her thighs, letting them fall to the ground. She squeaked in surprise and quickly squeezed her legs together, and he grabbed her ass in his hands, pulling her close to him. “F*******ck. You’re so soft, princess.” 

     She clutched onto his shoulders, her nipples tingling as they pressed up against his chest. She wasn’t sure how this was helping him, but it seemed to bring him some sort of relief, squeezing and stroking her as he was doing so. He kept groaning and sighing, the deep vibrations of his voice rumbling out of his chest and into her own, causing her body to shiver involuntarily. 

     “J-Jason, I … Something’s … coming out of me too. You sure I can’t be accidentally poisoned?” She’d felt a sticky liquid - not unlike his own - start leaking out of her vagina earlier, and it was absolutely soaking her thighs by this point. She’d never experienced such a sensation before, but it kept getting worse every time her nipples brushed up against his chest. 

     “Hmm? Let me see,” Jason commanded, immediately concerned. Was she hurt? Was there actually some sort of poison in the pollen Ivy had sprinkled on him? He’d f*cking murder her if there was; if anything were to happen to his precious little X because of her. 

     God, this was so embarrassing! He wanted to see her vagina! And the weird discharge that continued to drip out of it! But what if it was something serious? And she needed to go see a doctor? Maybe it was better to just let him check first. 

     “Um, it’s, um,” she hesitated before stepping back from him and going over to the sofa. Her body trembled as she pried open her legs slowly, exposing her deliciously drenched centre to him, and he fell between her knees desperately. She was so small - and tight, too, probably. Shit, it was going to feel so good being inside of her, so- Wait a minute. Had she just used his name? 

     “What did you just call me?” Jason looked up at her, a hint of confusion in his voice as he asked her the question. Oh no! Had she used his name? She couldn’t remember - she was too ashamed by the way she’d spread herself out before him, her naked body entirely on display for him. 

     “Uh, I … M-Mr Hood?” she tried, hoping he was too distracted by the poison to notice her slipup. But, of course, this was Jason, and nothing ever escaped his notice. 

     “That’s not what I heard, princess.” He took off his jacket, then his shirt, his c*ck continuing to twitch desperately at the sight of her blushing p*ssy, all red and swollen as it begged for his attention. “How long have you known? Why didn’t you say anything?” 

     Finally, he removed his mask, revealing his dark hair and his sparkling eyes and his sharp jawline. He licked his lips as he leaned closer to her, and she sucked in a breath at the sight. “I-I … I’ve known … for a while now. Just … It’s the way you walk. And how you always call me ‘princess’? I didn’t want to say anything because I thought … I thought maybe you didn’t trust me.” 

     He dragged his eyes away from her centre for just a moment, just long enough for him to see the pout her rosy lips twisted into. Then he pressed his thumb to her clit and she yelped in surprise at the unfamiliar sensation. “Of course I trust you, princess. I just … I just didn’t want you to get hurt.” 

     He circled her clit for a bit, nudging it gently with his thumb so that she kept twitching and moaning, unable to contain her pleasure. Then he pushed his mouth into her folds and groaned loudly as he began lapping up her juices. 

     “J-Jason!” she exclaimed, twisting her fingers into his hair in surprise. Her legs wriggled around his head as he dragged his tongue along her sensitive nerves, teasing her and stroking her until her entire body was quivering beneath his touch. “I-Is this … What are you doing? Is this allowed?” 

     God, she was so cute! And so naughty too - she’d sucked on his d*ck knowing that it was him? The whole time? Maybe she wasn’t as innocent as he'd thought. 

     “Anything’s ‘allowed’, princess,” he chuckled, the vibrations of his voice tickling her already desperate little p*ssy and pleasing her even further. “We can do whatever we want. And besides, I’m not doing anything wrong. I’m just trying to help clean you up. Hmm?” 

     He looked up at her and she swallowed at the sight of the sticky liquids dripping down his chin. Was he … Was he eating her up? Did she taste good? She must have if he seemed so satisfied by it. X nodded slowly and tried to relax back into her seat as he returned his mouth to her vagina, his lips closing around her folds and sucking them into his mouth. She tried to keep quiet, to not bother him while he did his best to help her out, but it was so difficult! She just kept squealing and moaning and squirming beneath his touch, the insistent throbbing inside of her getting more and more desperate as he dribbled his tongue along her bundle of nerves. He pulled her into his mouth again and she dug her fingers into the cushions as he circled her entrance with his tongue, trying her hardest to keep still and make his job a little easier. But then he slid tongue inside of her hole and she found herself sliding down the sofa and sighing with relief. Jason gripped onto her knees, holding her apart so that he could push his tongue even deeper inside of her and start lapping at her walls. And then he hit this one spot that had her leg twitching involuntarily, her body tensing up everytime he curled his tongue against it. “J-Jason … S-Something’s .. happening …” 

     Jason didn’t respond, instead speeding up his movements, his tongue pressing harder against her spot. Then finally, she was coming, her tight little body shaking and shuddering against him as he kept his mouth glued firmly to her p*ssy. He licked her up desperately as she spilled her arousal into his mouth - f*ck, she tasted so sweet! How did she taste so sweet?! - and refused to move even after she’d finished, choosing instead to admire the way her breasts heaved up and down as she tried to catch her breath. 

     “Um, Jace?” she began hesitantly, trying to pull herself away from him. But he tightened his grip on her, keeping her in place so he could continue licking up the sticky liquid splattered all over her thighs. “I-I … feel a lot better now, Jace. The … The throbbing is gone.” 

     She didn’t know how he’d done it, but he’d managed to get rid of that pulsing sensation inside of her, that tightness that had kept squeezing at her insides. Was that how he was feeling too? The sweat dripping down his forehead, his breaths coming in shallow and heavy pants? It must be painful.

     “C-Can I … Can I help you too?” she suggested when he finally dragged his mouth away from her sweet little p*ssy. He looked up at her, dazed, trying to figure out what she was talking about. 

     “Huh?” he questioned, his brain so clouded with lust and desire that he found himself unable to focus on anything but the taste of her still lingering on his tongue. F*ck, she tasted good. 

     “Do you still need help, Jay?” X asked, her beautiful little body glistening with sweat as he climbed up over her. Help? What did he need help with? Oh, right: his throbbing d*ck that was still so painfully hard for her. 

     “Come here. Come here, princess.” He lifted her up, onto his hips, then pulled on her lower back, arching her towards him so that her breasts were right up in his face. He trailed his fingers around one, then squeezed her flesh gently and bent over to groan against her neck when she squealed in response. F****ck. She was so f*cking cute. “I need … I need …” 

     He nudged her head back with his nose, exposing her throat to him so that he could lick his way along it. She squeaked in surprise as he nipped at her jaw, and he chuckled before finally pressing his lips to hers and kissing her. 

     She curled her toes as he kissed her, trying her hardest to match his aggressive pace. But she was just so overwhelmed by all the new sensations around her: his warm tongue swirling around her mouth, his broad chest pressing against her breasts, his hard c*ck twitching against her p*ssy. He did feel really nice though, his large form wrapped protectively around her, his familiar masculine scent dancing through the air around her. She shifted in position, wrapping her arms around his neck and sinking into the kiss, and then she didn’t feel so nervous anymore. He groaned as she brushed her tongue against his and pushed her back against the sofa, his hands travelling all over her body as he continued kissing her. He was so gentle, despite his obvious hunger for her, so tender in the way he caressed her soft curves. X smiled against his mouth and Jason pulled back to look at her as their teeth clashed. 

     “You okay?” he asked, reaching a hand up to cup her cheek. “You okay, baby?” She nodded and nuzzled his palm softly, her lips stretched into a sweet smile. Then she straightened and her features rearranged themselves into an expression of concern. 

     “But what about you, Jay?” she asked him, feeling how hard he still was beneath her. “You’re still … You’ve still got some of that poison inside of you, right? How do we get it out?” Shit. Jason let his head fall forward onto her shoulder as he bit back a groan. She was so … Ugh! He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her back gently, relishing the feeling of her, small and soft in his arms. It was so much better than anything he’d ever imagined. 

     “You want to help me? Hmm?” he mumbled, pressing a kiss to the side of her head. “ You want to help me get this poison out?” He pulled back to look at her, his expression serious as he waited for her answer. But of course she wanted to help him! Of course she’d do anything to help her best friend in the whole world! X nodded eagerly, her fingers still curled loosely around his shoulders. 

     “It might hurt, princess,” he warned her, his moss-coloured eyes fixed on her face as he brushed his fingers along her cheek. “Just a little, just in the beginning. Are you okay with that?” 

     “Of course!” she chirped quickly, offended that he’d question her loyalty. “It’s better than you hurting for the rest of the night!” 

     God, he loved her. If he hadn’t been in love with her before, then he definitely was now. She was just so sweet and so kind, always looking after him and taking care of him. And never expecting anything in return either! Well, he’d take care of her tonight. He’d take such f*cking good care of her, she’d never find herself wanting for anything ever again. 

     “Tell me if it hurts, all right?” Jason told her, taking hold of his c*ck and rubbing it along her folds. “I’ll … I’ll stop if it hurts.” F*cking liar. How the hell was he going to be able to stop himself once his d*ck got a taste of that sweet little p*ssy of hers? X nodded and Jason shifted in position slightly, lifting her up enough for him to slip his tip into her. She sucked in a breath, unused to the feeling, then exhaled slowly so that her body relaxed to allow more of him in. And f*ck if he wasn’t going to come undone right there. But he maintained his self-control, pushing his d*ck into her inch by inch. She curled her toes and bit down on her lip to muffle her pained whimper, and Jason forced himself to stop. He was already more than halfway inside of her, but he didn’t want to force her. He wanted her to enjoy it, to be pleasured by the feeling of being stuffed full of his c*ck, the bulk of him brushing up against her walls and stretching her out pleasingly. 

     She curled her toes, feeling a little uncomfortable at the way he stretched her out. It wasn’t an entirely unwelcome sensation though, being so filled up by him like this. And he’d said it would only hurt for a little while. “I-Is this helping, Jay? Does it feel better?” 

     “Mmhmm, so much better, baby,” he assured her, brushing her hair away from her face. F****ck. She kept leaking around him, her tight little p*ssy soaking him in her warm and slippery c*m, lubricating him so he could move in and out of her more easily. “You okay if I start moving?” 

     “Huh?” She furrowed her brows as she looked up at him, confused. 

     “I have to …” he sighed, trying to come up with an explanation. “You know how you were massaging me earlier? With your … your mouth and your hands? I’m going need you to do the same now.” 

     “O-Okay,” she agreed, still a little confused. But then he thrust himself into her and she yelped in surprise at the sudden movement. 

     “You okay … sweetheart?” Jason forced out through gritted teeth. He dug his fingers into her sides, trying to stop himself from moving in and out of her. But f*ck, it was hard. Especially when she felt so f*cking good, her sweet little p*ssy throbbing around his d*ck so obediently. X nodded and Jason continued his movements, but slower this time, nice and gentle, his hips rolling against hers carefully. And f*ck, it felt so good, sliding in and out of her, hearing the sweet squelching sound every time he moved. 

     “Mmm, f*ck,” Jason mumbled, lowering his head to her shoulder as he continued moving his hips against hers. It had been a little uncomfortable at first, but she was starting to get used to the size of him now. And it felt really nice, having him fill her up so nicely, the bulk of him brushing against her walls carefully and his tip prodding against this one spot inside of her that had her shivering with relief. She curled her arms tighter around him and he began pressing open-mouthed kisses to her neck and shoulder, his lips and tongue travelling along her skin appreciatively. “Feels so good, princess.” 

     He dragged his nails down her back, then pulled her hips against his and bent over to press his lips to her nipple. She let out a choked gasp as he suckled on her gently, then twisted her fingers into his hair. “J-Jason … Are we … Isn’t this, like, sex … or something?” 

     “Yeah, but it’s … it’s okay, right, princess?” he asked her in between the tender kisses he showered over her breasts. “You’re just … You’re just helping me out, right? Helping me get the poison out and feel better?” 

     “Mmm, yeah …” she conceded, her body tightening as he continued to suck on her breasts and pump his c*ck in and out of her. It was … kind of nice, having sex with him. He was really gentle and he kept making sure that she was comfortable before moving any further. She decided that she liked it. Jason pulled her breast into his mouth and sucked on it, then released it again with a ‘pop’. X squealed at the sensation and Jason looked up at her, concerned. 

     “What happened? You all right, princess?” he asked her quickly, his expression dazed, his eyes dark with lust. X nodded quickly. 

     “Yup!” she reassured him, starting to enjoy herself a little. She glanced away from him, giving a shy smile that made his heart start beating like crazy. “It just feels nice, that’s all.” Jason gave a wicked grin, then increased the movements of his hips as he returned his mouth to her breasts. It wasn’t long before she was shaking and shuddering in his arms, her p*ssy squeezing around his c*ck as she came for him. Jason moaned and squeezed her tighter, delighting in the way her small body shivered against him as he held her close. And then he returned his attention to her breasts, determined to make her c*m for him until she passed out in his arms.

     “J-Jason …” X whined as he licked and sucked on her breasts, her body exhausted from the numerous orgasms he kept giving her. It had been more than an hour since he’d started and she didn’t think she’d be able to take anymore. 

     "Just one more, baby, just one more,” Jason pleaded with her, his hard c*ck pumping in and out of her repeatedly. He meant it this time: he could feel himself starting to slow down, the testosterone finally starting to recede from his body. But god, she looked so hot, her sweet little p*ssy stuffed full of his c*ck - all the way up to his balls now - her thighs and abdomen splashed with his c*m that he’d quickly replace everytime it started drying on her skin. F*********ck! He bounced her up and down on his lap, feeling his body start to tighten in anticipation. And then she was milking his d*ck again, and he was coming inside of her, his c*ck shooting every last drop of his sperm inside of her. X moaned as she shuddered in his arms, her body twisting and contracting as his old c*m spilled out of her p*ssy again. Shit, she was so cute when she was coming, her forehead creased in frustration, her eyes shut tight with fatigue, her lips twisted into an annoyed pout. He breathed a sigh of relief when he was done, his c*ck finally going limp in her p*ssy, and slumped over in exhaustion. 

     “Jason! Sleep!” X pawed at his shoulder drowsily before sinking into his chest. Jason smiled and stroked her hair gently before pressing a soft kiss to the top of her head, never having felt more satisfied than right then, the girl he’d loved for so long falling asleep in his arms.

     “All right, sweetheart,” he relented, already planning out their date for tomorrow night. “Let’s get you washed up and into bed.”

AHHH! I'm sorry if the ending is a bit abrupt, I wanted to finish this and get it out before I went to bed!!!

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STOLITZØ - FIFTY SIX

Millie watched the boys blush and be awkward and beamed with joy.

“You two are just too f*ck’n CUTE!”

She grabbed Moxxie around the waist and swung him around in a crushing hug.

He squeaked and gasped for air.

Blitz�� burst out laughing.

“Well. It seems I may be interrupting a joyous occasion.” Stolas stood in the doorway. “Should I return later?”

“Don’t be silly!” Millie put Moxxie down, rushed over to Stolas and took his hand. “Come join us! Mox was just going to show Blitzø some of the music stuff we brought from home! Weren’t you Mox?”

Moxxie was bent over, hands on knees gasping for breath. He put up a finger as he tried to catch his breath.

“Oh, hun! Don’t be so dramatic!” Millie pulled Stolas over to the bed. “Come on. You’re welcome to join!”

Stolas looked at Blitzø shyly for confirmation.

He smiled back at him.

Stolas blushed.

“Sir.” Moxxie coughed. “I brought some things from home like the doctor suggested. Where would you like to start?”

“I don’t know. What’cha got?”

Moxxie pulled out a HellPad and pulled up a screen of his downloads. He handed it to Blitzø.

“If we’re just speaking music I have several genres. Classical. Contemporary. Broadway. Opera.” Moxxie swiped through the options as he went. “And within each genre, of COURSE its divided into”

Blitzø’s ears started to ring. Moxxie’s voice became this quiet “womp-womp womp womp wooooomp” in the background until all he heard was the shrill scream of the ringing whistle in his head.

F*ck… Don’t snap at him… Don’t snap at him… DON’T… SNAP…

Blitzø felt a hand slip into his and squeeze it reassuringly. He looked over and there was Stolas. He was smiling down at him as if to say “it’s ok”.

And it was ok.

Blitzø smiled warmly back at Stolas and interlaced their fingers.

The ringing stopped. Moxxie was still talking. “Of course if you’re into that sort of thing we could always try this artist over”

“Mox?” Blitzø interrupted him.

“Hm?”

“Why don’t I give that cat one you love so much another try?”

Moxxie’s eyes lit up. “REALLY, Sir?”

Blitzø heaved a sigh. I’m gunna f*cking regret this…

“Yeah. But you’re gonna have to explain it to me cuz I was confused as F*CK in the theatre.”

***

“Ok. So… Explain this to me again, Mox… These are like… What? Stray cats?”

“They are Jellicle Cats, Sir.”

“The F*CK is a Jelly Call cat?”

Moxxie ground his teeth and growled.

“Hun. Be patient. He’s not into this stuff like you are.” Millie laid a hand on his arm. “Why not explain it to him in terms he’d understand?”

Moxxie smiled warmly at her and nodded.

“Ok, Sir. Imagine them like a…” Moxxie flipped his hand and wrist about trying to manifest a description in his mind. “Ummmm…. Ah! A secret society of sorts.”

“Ok…” Blitzø looked at him skeptically.

“Ok. So they get together for a special ‘ball’ to choose one among them who gets to…” he rubbed his chin in thought.

Blitzø looked at Stolas. Stolas shrugged.

“I suppose the best description,” Moxxie continued “Would be that they are choosing one among them to go to heaven and be reincarnated. Have a second chance at life as it ‘twere.”

“Uh huh.” Blitzø nodded. “Mmmk… So. Like. A good thing. Right?”

“Yes, Sir.” Moxxie said flatly. “A good thing.”

“Mmk. Got it.”

***

“Who’s this old dude?” Blitzø pointed at the screen.

“Old Deuteronomy. He chooses who ascends.”

“Well who the f*ck is he that he gets to decide that?”

“Doesn’t matter. He just is.”

Blitzø glared at Moxxie.

Moxxie rolled his eyes.

“He’s lived many lives. So they see him as wise.”

“See? Was that so hard?” Blitzø teased.

Stolas leaned down and whispered to Millie. “Do they even really like each other?”

Millie giggled. “Oh yeah. They love each other.”

Moxxie was fighting off Blitzø’s playful poking finger attacks.

“Just watch the damn show, Sir!” Moxxie flailed his hands, slapping away Blitzø’s pokes.

Stolas raised an eyebrow. “Mmhmm…”

***

“This guy. I like this guy.” Blitzø tapped at the screen.

“Rum Tum Tugger, Sir.”

“Dude’s got swag.” Blitzø bobbed his head to the music.

“He will do as he do do, and there’s no doing anything about it.” Moxxie quoted. “Glad you like him. Because that cat costume you dressed up in when we were messing with the cherubs? That was Rum Tum Tugger.”

“Niiiiiice!” Blitzø winked at Stolas, who blushed and laugh-hooted back.

***

“Who’s this now?” Blitzø perked up again when he saw a ratty, bedraggled character shuffle on stage.

“Grizabella. She used to be a part of the group when she was young and glamorous, but left a long time ago.”

“Ok. I’m sorry. But why the F*CK are they being such pricks to her?”

“They are repulsed by her appearance.” Moxxie shrugs.

“Well f*ck them!”

“Blitzø it’s ok.” Stolas squeezed his shoulder. “It’s just a show”

“No!” Blitzø choked. “Did you hear her song? Grizabella is too f*cking precious for this world!”

***

“You see that?!” Blitzø jumped up in bed. “You f*cking SEE that?!”

“Darling!” Stolas tried to coax Blitzø to sit back down. “Please. You’re getting too excited.”

“Who’d they pick? THAT’S RIGHT! My badass bish Grizabella!”

Millie giggled. Moxxie covered his face in his hands and shook his head in shame.

“VIN-DI-CA-TIOOOOOON!!!!” Blitzø threw back his head and pumped his fists at the ceiling.

“Darling, pleeeease!”

Blitzø felt dizzy. He smiled at Stolas and let him help him back down onto the bed.

“I’m glad you liked it,” Millie laughed. “Aren’t you glad Mox?”

“What have I done?” Moxxie groaned into his hands.

Blitzø laughed.

“You were right, Mox! It really was a good show.” He squeezed Moxxie’s shoulder. “Thanks for taking the time to explain it to me.”

Moxxie looked up from his hands.

“I’ve figured it out.”

“What’s that?” Blitzø raised an eyebrow.

“You’re my Sisyphean task… Aren’t you?”

Stolas snorted.

Confused, Blitzø looked back and forth between Moxxie, Millie and Stolas: Moxxie burying his head in his hands, Millie shrugging and shaking her head, and Stolas desperately trying to cover his tittering laughter.

The F*CK does THAT mean?!

*****

#helluva boss #blitzø #stolas #stolitz #fanfic #helluva millie #moxxie #cats the musical #vivzieverse #vivziepop #vivienne medrano #brandon rogers #blitzo

[paddockbunny]

It Wasn’t Supposed to be like This

Summary : You were married. You were supposed to be happily married to the man of your dreams and YET, you just cannot seem to quit Daniel f*cking Ricciardo, no matter how hard you seemed to try. Rating : 18+ Pairing : Daniel Ricciardo x Reader Word Count : 1,140 Trigger Warnings : female reader cheating, oral female receiving, betrayal themes.

💞 Authors Note: I hope this is ok. I’m writing at 5:30 due to insomnia while on vacation! although this isn’t intended as a fic it’s maybe going to be a quick mini fic! Please read till the end so you can see the reader participation!

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. Truthfully, you didn’t even know how you ended up here in this position. One thing lead to another. Missed opportunities to bring things to a close and stop before you were no longer treading water but suddenly you in far over your head and struggled to hold on anymore.

Daniel was supposed to be just a little bit of fun. Harmless, innocent flirting wasn’t supposed to go beyond that. But as his hand slid across your stomach and pulled you tighter into him while he slept soundly (and nakedly) beside you, it made me feel like this was all too real, too dangerous, too much.

Trying to slip out of the bed without him noticing was harder than you ever would have thought. The soft snores escaping him weren’t as much of an indication of deep sleep as you thought they were. Daniel stirred almost immediately as you tried to slither further away from him. His grip on your bare naked side tightened and he asked where you thought you were going.

“I have to leave, Dan.” The following words were on the tip of your tongue and you hated it but they needed to be said - he needed reminding that you were in fact, not his - “he will be wondering where I am.”

He relinquished his grip simultaneously. The change in atmosphere washed over your body and you felt a sudden echo of shame and guilt begin to descend upon you. With your body free you managed to remove yourself from the bed you had spent most of the night fucking in and the groan that left Daniels frustrated mouth was enough to make you want to vomit. “Fuck!” He swore unexpectedly loudly. “I hate that you run off back to him.” He had never vocalised it with so much anger before. He always just sounded despondent and full of distain before but now his voice was filled with nothing but pure anger.

“Let’s not do this, Daniel.” You summoned the strength deep down inside of you to order him not to go there. You found your still damp panties and pulled them on and you knew he was watching you intently as you redressed. Bathed only in the slither of moonlight streaming in through the still open curtained windows. “Why? You know I can’t stand the thought of his fucking hands on you. The thought of him kissing you makes me feel sick.” “Because it doesn’t help.” You snap at him. He never understood why this was so hard for you. He had it easier. He wasn’t the married one. He didn’t have to deal with the the pangs of consciousness hit him in relentless waves. The countless times since this thing started that Daniel begged and pleaded with you to choose him, to end your marriage, replayed over and over in your head. Every heartfelt word and promise he would treat you better and declaration that you completed him flashed before your eyes and still you continued redressing.

Realising he wasn’t getting through to you, Daniel changed tactics. As you pulled on your jeans and went to button them, his hands pulled them away from their task. His name fell from your lips so effortlessly and yet you couldn’t bring your eyes to meet his gaze which you knew he would scold you for. His eyes always told you everything you needed to know. That old quote about them being a window to a persons soul was inherently true about Daniel’s. They were captivating.

“Look at me.” There it was. And yet when you refused he only repeated himself and added your name to the end. You finally caved, gave into him, gave him what he wanted and as soon as you did, his fingers undone the button again on your jeans. “Daniel….” His name came out of you in nothing but a whisper “I have to go.” His body stepped closer, his searing hot temperature almost burning you. “I can’t stay…” his hands tugged on your dark blue denim. Firm yanks to get them back down your thighs. Daniel’s mouth connected to the flesh in between the valley of your breasts before trailing lower in their pursuit. Featherlight, ghosting kisses followed the removal of the garment you had only just put back on. Trying to remember to breathe was harder than you expected and you didn’t want to give into him (again) but your shaky breaths were all he needed to continue. A smirk played mercilessly upon his mouth.

“Do you still want to leave? Do you still want to go back to him?” The words left his mouth as he made you step out of the apparel he had finished removing. His scorching hot breath lapping at the flesh of your bare thighs as he settled down on his knees before you. You knew what he was going to do, how he was going to convince you to stay. You were so weak for it. He was beyond good at it, no one had ever made you climax harder from it, and Daniel was beginning to look like a man possessed as his hands needed the skin of your round, peachy ass waiting for your vocal agreement that you wanted - no, NEEDED - him to continue. His voice calling your name snapped you back.

“Do you want to go?” He held the power right now and he knew you were too weak to lie to him. You thought fleetingly of your husband - probably sitting there in bed or pacing the floor wondering why you hadn’t answered his texts and how possibly a dinner with friends could extent this far into the morning - and as Daniel’s fingers hooked around the skinny sides of your scrap of lace you called underwear you found your head slowly move from side to side before an almost inaudible; “no” escaped your lips.

Daniel wasted no time making sure you knew your decision to stay was the right one. Like a man possessed he made quick work of bringing you to orgasm with his tongue, your leg flung over his shoulder and working on your slick folds with complete and utter ease. Your fingers laced in the mop of brown curls that you loved so much while he never tore his eyes from your face the whole time. He enjoyed holding eye contact as the tip of his tongue flickered and lapped at your highly sensitive bundle of nerves. He liked knowing that only he could make you cum like this, that he could confidently say your pussy belonged to him and not the god awful man that gave you the ring that sat upon your finger.

You were now his. You were now Daniel’s.

You just had to trust him enough to believe it.

You just had to leave your husband.

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Thank you for sticking with me! Now to the “fun” bit….I want you the reader to tell me who “you” (the reader) is married too!!!!! In the comments of this post please tell me who you’d have at home while you were having a full blown affair with Daniel. It can be anyone in the F1 universe. It can be a current or ex driver, a principle, a presenter (I’m looking at you Jenson and Nico haha) or whatnot. Please think about the age range too (obviously somewhere around the 21 - 35 mark is where I usually picture most of the “you” lead stories to be so keep this considered x)

#Daniel Ricciardo #Daniel Ricciardo fanfiction #Daniel Ricciardo fic #Daniel Ricciardo series #Daniel Ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo one shots #daniel Ricciardo one shot #daniel Ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo smut #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #f1 one shot #f1 smut #f1 x reader #daniel ricciardo fanfic #daniel Ricciardo x y/n #cheating trope

[dcmeme]

Batfam as Tiktok audios/Vines part 1

Inspired by my response to the very true words of @daminette-56 on the jealous issues of one Selena Kyle over a certain Wayne.

Also it keeps autocorrecting Selena’s name for some unexplainable reason so it’s an ‘e’ for now and not Sel.ina.

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Bruce: You know, you’re the most jealous woman I know.

Selena: You know other women? 😡

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Dick: You ever wanna talk about your emotions TM?

Jason: No🤷

Tim: I do!😁

Dick: I know David😑

Tim: I’m sad 😞

Dick: I know David😑

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Dick: Let me see what you have 🤨

Damian: A KNIFE😃🔪

Dick: NO😯🏃‍♀️

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Jason: All women *pulls out lightsaber* are 👸🏻✨queens✨👸🏻

Kate: *pulls out saber* If she’s breathes 💨She’s a THOTTTT💥

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Alfred: *After dealing with children all day* Two shots of vodka 😁💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧💧

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Stephanie: *screams*

Duke: AH! Stop! I coulda dropped my croissant 😡

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Dick: *random backflip* 🤸🏻‍♂️ I’VE BEEN DREAMING OF A 💕💋TRUE LOVES KISS💋💕

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Bruce: You know what you’re in time out😠 Get on the fridge! Get up there!

Jason: This house is a F*CKING NIGHTMARE! 🧗

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Damian: *stares at his father for the first time*

Bruce: 😅Uhm…

Talia: 🤨

Bruce:…… Wanna beer?🍺

Talia: HE’S FOUR!🤬

Bruce: I DON’T KNOW WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO WITH HIM?!

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Bernard: OBJECTION YOUR HONOR!

Tim: what is it?

Bernard: 💋

Tim:… 🧑‍⚖️OVERRULED.

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Duke: 🎤SHE’S A BEAST 😤 I CALL HER MAMA😊💕

Dick:…that’s not the words.

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Selena: I saw you hangin’ out with Kaitlin yesterday-

Bruce: 😮Rebecca! It’s not what you think 😰

Selena: I won’t hesitate b*tch 💥🔫

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Damian: I just miss the 90s.

Colin: Oh yeah we’re you born?

Damian: 2004.

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Talia: *Trying to hype up her son after Ras yells at him for not choosing to be his successor again* If your name is junior and you’re really handsome come on raise your hands 🙌 🎵🎶🎵🎶

Damian:… *grins and raises*

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Dick: *in princess pajamas*Hey *munch munch* 😏I want to be ✨Famous✨

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Alfred: Stop before I take away your toys.

Tim: *crying*

Alfred: Imma take away your wifi.

Tim: *silence*

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Bruce: YOU GONNA WORK HARD?

Duke: Sir Yessir!

Bruce: YOU GONNA BE COMMITTED?

Duke: Sir Yessir!

Bruce: Than jump down that hole.

Duke: *rubbing his shoes, a gift from Cassandra and bites his lip* I dunno captain I just got these J’s they fresh out the box 📦 👟

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Kate: Hey I’m lesbian 🏳️‍🌈

Cassandra: I thought you were American 🇺🇸 ❓

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Duke: we’re getting pulled over!

Jason: Quick! Put these on *pulls out Camo suits*

Jim: license and regi- what the 😨 Nobodies here ⁉️⁉️⁉️

Jason and Duke: *opens doors and dances out*

Jim: Who opened the- DEVIL CAR 😱 DEVIL CAR 😭

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#batfamily #batman #batfam #bruce wayne #dc comics #dc robin #dc universe #richard grayson #damian wayne #tim drake #jason todd #duke thomas #stephanie brown #alfred pennyworth #vines #tiktok #comedy

[sadruru]

Suddenly inspired by one artwork where one artist's commander is depicted on different mythic path. It made me want to draw some of them too! Each choice will affect Melissa differently, both externally and internally.

Maybe some of you have thought of something like that too. I think it's really cool!

WARNING!!! That's a lot of letters ~ Because I can and I will I LOVE making long posts with lots of text. A-HA-HA!!!

Trickster: "No matter what I do, my life is a f*cking comedy for humans, gods, demons… And you know what? I don't give a sh*t about you motherf*ckers! / You watch Melissa go into hysterics. The insane laughter makes your blood run cold. She even seems to be dancing to music she can only hear in her head. / No one else will have power over me, not even the gods! From now on, I will write my own happy ending! Now let us play by my rules. I am the queen in this godd*mn theater, and you will be my jesters!!"

The True path. The alignment remains the same, Chaotic-Neutral. More madness and fun. Melissa certainly wouldn't give up the ability to interfere even with the universe if it were possible. The only outward difference is the occasional appearance of a strange mask on her face. At times like that, you never know what to expect from this tiefling. I had a hell of a hard time drawing that mask, but it turned out great. Just the way I wanted it to turn out.

Angel: "/ Melissa's eyes look down in confusion. You can hear the shaky notes of confusion in her voice. She is unusually silent. The weight of responsibility now rests on her shoulders. / I thought this was going to be an amusing joke. Tiefling's more like an angel, and she's got stupid wings! Sounds mad, doesn't it? My skin and hair… Do I really look like a human now? It's wild…. It's so weird to feel so many hopeful looks on me. I don't even know what to say…"

The alignment changed to Neutral. And from this point on, some of her views on life would have to be reevaluated, which was extremely discouraging. Melissa will become much more serious and calm, less 24/7 style jokes. More adequacy. Her skin will lighten and her hair will take on its usual human brown hue as will her eyes. The appearance of wings, of course, and a semblance of a warm glow from behind, like the aasimar's. She didn't choose this path because there was no point in bringing righteousness and law to a world that was already rotten. Easier to destroy everything… Isn't it?

Azata: "Okay, wait… What the?! Butterfly wings?! Plants on my head?! I look like a pink princess, only without the dress!" / Melissa looks extremely annoyed. No matter how hard she tried to pluck the flowers, they grew on her head again and again, covering her horns with fragrant roses. Slowly she begins to relax, realizing that it's no use. / Damn it!.. Okay, okay. I think I liked that. A little bit... Maybe bringing 'kindness' and 'freedom' isn't as stupid as I thought… Don't dare laugh!"

Chaotic-Good By the end of the game, Melissa becomes softer and kinder. But she's not thrilled with the sudden external changes anyway. You know, flowers and butterflies. The reason for her rejection of this path is simple. She doesn't believe in all that nonsense about friendship, loyalty, kindness and so on. Didn't grow up in that kind of environment. ...Azata - it's not necessarily blue colors. I just want red 🗿 No Desna. Just Cayden Cailean and Calistria!

Demon: "/ Her burning eyes reflected real rage and bloodlust. It was as if primordial chaos in all its horrifying splendor came into view. The thirst for destruction that had haunted her all her life had taken on new colors, and she was ready to carry it with renewed vigor. The girl's voice was no longer human, but rather frighteningly demonic. / I want to break someone's spine, fracture their skull, gut their insides... How ironic. All my life I've been called many things: monster, beast, demon. And now... Now I'm exactly what you thought I was. I hope you're all happy."

REALL Chaotic- Evil The saddest path for Melissa, in my opinion. Especially for a tiefling, considering they often do bad things under societal pressure. Absolute hatred for anything and everything. The appearance would be demonic.

The closest thing to her was the Demon path. Sure, it was very tempting to gain destructive power and take revenge on everyone who had hurt her, but that would be too easy. Deep down, Melissa really didn't want anything like that. If you got to know her better, you'd realize that she's not as bad as she seems at first glance.

P.S.: Yes, she has a big scar on her neck. There will definitely be pages later on about how she got it. It has to do with her death and sudden resurrection.

#wotr commander #pathfinder #pathfinder wrath of the righteous #pathfinder wotr #wotr #pfwotr #Melissa #artists on tumblr #didgital art #oc #original character

[theunbearableweightofpedropascal]

Kinktober entry #1

Pairing: Dark!Blaise Zambini x Hufflepuff!Reader

Kink: Monster F*cking

A/N: I think I'll do Roderick next. And let's pretend the wizarding war didn't happen yet, for the plot😁.

Warnings: p in v, oral sex, blood purist ideologies, somewhat obsessive behavior, possible dub-con.

Summary: Blaise takes after his mother much more than he cares to admit.

Word Count: 2k

It was well-known how convincing Blaise’s mother could be. One dead husband is unfortunate, two is a tragic coincidence, but three is a pattern. So far she had seven dead husbands and all their riches to show for it, and one would think that men would steer clear. But that is the weakness of men they just can’t resist a woman as beautiful as Madeline. 

The truth about her deadly nature is that she is a descendant of a family full of Succubi. Each generation before her strangely only had daughters and thus their gifts were always passed down. Madeline was the first to have a baby boy, and as he grew older it was hard to tell if he inherited the gift. 

At first, she watched his behavior like a hawk looking for the signs that her mother saw in her. Soon she realized that he was the first boy and there was a chance he’d manifest his powers differently. When it was time to send him to Hogwarts she was fairly confident that he didn’t take after her side. 

Growing up Blaise had gotten used to men coming and going, and he never judged his mother for her unconventional lifestyle. But the older he got the more questions he had and it wasn’t like he could outright ask his mother. How does one go about asking why mommy’s husbands keep dying? So he did what he did best, watch. 

He didn’t really remember the first three husbands because he didn’t feel the need to pay attention to them. However, the last four husbands he observed with a notebook. By the time their deaths happened it was almost like they just gave up, their vitality was sucked right out of them. On their wedding day, they would be full of life and joy but on their death bed they were pale with sunken cheeks. A fraction of who they once were.

Blaise is a smart boy, and while he completed his first year of studies at Hogwarts he looked up the type of creatures that could have such an effect. By the time he returned to his mother’s villa for summer in Italy, he knew exactly what she was. The question on his mind was if he too held that same kind of power.

In year four he started to see his effect on the girls around him. They would send love letters and cookies laced with love potions. He would throw them all out, not wanting to choose the wrong girl. He had no idea how to tell who the right girl would be but he was a patient person. By the time year 6 rolled around, he spent most of his time at Hogwarts observing the viable partners for him, eliminating muggle-borns and blood traitors. He wanted his bloodline to remain strong and carry the gifts of his lineage. 

All his patience led him straight to you, a bright-eyed Hufflepuff that couldn’t possibly know what the touch of a man felt like. Blaise noticed you through the years, a teacher’s pet that was made into a prefect. So eager to please the professors, he couldn’t wait until he was on the receiving end. You would be pliable and unlike his mother, he would cherish you. He found that there was a balance in these types of relationships. 

The moment he decided to pounce was when he went to the astronomy tower hoping for some alone time only to find you. There you sat peacefully with your notebook. Though he wouldn’t mind looking at you all night that’s all he had thus far.

“Great minds think alike.” His voice startled the silence you were enjoying. “I like to come up here for peace too.”

“Oh, I was just about to leave.” You stand and walk over to the stairs to give him space but he steps in front of you. 

“That’s not necessary love.” Despite his reputation around school, you find his eyes inviting. 

“What brought you up here?” Since it’s just the two of you there was no point sitting in silence.

“Trying to fend off some of my more belligerent suitors.” Blaise leaned against the railing and looked out at the expansive land surrounding Hogwarts.

“Must be hard having so many women falling at your feet.” The sarcasm that laces your voice brings a small smile to his face. He was going to enjoy you.

“Not when you don’t want to entertain any of them.” He grimaces as he thinks of some of the unwanted advances. As much as he appreciated the power his mother gifted him, it had its downsides.

“Ah, I forgot I was talking to a blood purist with high standards.” As alluring as you find him his ideologies bring you back to reality. You may not be muggle-born but you didn’t subscribe to blood hierarchy.

“What other people do is their business, but I prefer non-muggle-born witches.” Blaise feels you coming closer, unable to resist his charms.

“Except when those beliefs cause innocent deaths.” You turn to fully face him while you call out his nonchalant demeanor. 

“I don’t agree with killing muggles if that’s what you’re implying,” His hand traces its way up your arm before lifting your chin. “I would simply have my wife bear as many pure-blooded children as possible.”

His words, as disgustingly purist as they are, cause your heart to speed up in excitement. The thought of carrying his children sounds appealing. Now all you can think about is him pumping his seed into until it takes. Your thighs rub together in an attempt to quell the pleasure his words give you. Almost as if you were under a spell you follow him as he guides you away from the railing and backs you into the wall.

“Are you gonna be my sweet little wife that takes every last drop I give you?” His low voice is in your ear while his hands travel all over your body. The rapid rise and fall of your chest makes it hard for you to speak so you nod your head eagerly at his question.

Blaise takes your answer as a promise and begins to kneel in front of your core. Even with him below you, he holds all the power. His hands travel up your skirt to gently pull down your panties as he makes eye contact with you. For the first time, you don’t find yourself wanting to break it.

He raises your skirt enough to put his head under it, as he kisses his way up your inner thighs he wraps your left leg over his shoulder. You almost jolt off the wall when his lips wrap around your clit and suck. The small moans that leave your mouth increase in volume when his tongue works in tandem with his lips. 

With nothing to grab onto you throw your head back against the wall and let your arms run along the wood panel. The scratch marks that are bound to be left when he’s finished are no worry of yours. His tongue drags along your clit in the most delicious way that you can’t help when your hips begin to buck. 

Blaise’s deep-seated hunger is insatiable upon hearing the sweet noises leaving your mouth. He revels in your hips bucking into his mouth demanding more, and he would give you anything. Your eyes roll back as the pressure that sits in your belly builds, your body has a mind of its own chasing after his mouth. 

“Blaise,” you say his name like a prayer and he groans into your pussy sending your orgasm hurdling through you. The volume of your screams doesn’t matter, nothing except for his mouth coaxing you through the euphoric waves being sent through your body. Gently he places your leg back down on the ground but keeps a firm grip on your legs.

His captivating face was glistening from the moonlight that poured into the tower. As soon as he stood to his full height you wrapped your arms around his neck before planting your lips on his. The taste of you on his lips only spurred you on, a ravenous need for more enveloped you. He knew exactly what you needed and he had no problem obliging you.

The smacking of your lips working together causes you to almost miss the sound of his zipper and belt being undone. Sinful moans transfer from your mouth to his as he hoists you up against the wall, with your skirt bunched around your waist. His strength surprises you but you don't have much time to dwell when you feel him dragging himself between your lips.

“Please.” While begging for more your hands dig into Blaise’s shoulders. 

“I knew you would be the one.” His confession is overshadowed by him finally slipping into you. He exhales a relieved groan the further he sinks himself in you. The way he stretches your walls little by little has you incoherently babbling nonsense. Blaise cradles his head in the curve of your neck as he rocks into you at an increasing pace. His rough hands grip your waist which is surely going to leave bruises tomorrow but you can’t find focus enough to care. 

So many of the girls in your year talked about how their boyfriends couldn’t get them off. Not with fingers, mouth, or their dick. But Blaise is intoxicating and all you can think about is how his pelvis is rubbing your clit perfectly. You can feel him panting on your neck and you feel yourself clenching around him. 

Unlike the first one your second orgasm doesn’t have a build-up, it blossoms after one of his deeper strokes. His hips lose their consistent speed and you know he’s close. When he spills his seed into you he keeps you in his arms, needing to make sure it took. You were so unaware you ended up falling asleep while you laid your head on his shoulder. 

Blaise gave it five minutes before he finally put you down and put your panties back on you. Since he just fed off of you he had no doubt he would be able to apparate to your dorm. He was at an all-time high as he carefully placed you in bed. He found a clean washcloth and wiped you up as much as he could before tucking you in.

…….

In the dining hall, you sat in the Hufflepuff section waiting for your friends to join you. Waking up this morning was so peaceful, you slept like the dead. The nasty memories of last night had you smiling all through your beauty routine. You practically skipped to the dining room and gained some odd looks for your apparent happiness. 

A hand wrapped around your waist before two legs were facing your side. Blaise swoops down beside you and kisses your cheek without hesitation. Words were halted at the display of affection, although Blaise had all the girls at Hogwarts swooning he never gave them the time of day. 

“What are you doing?” You keep your eyes focused on him to avoid looking at the hundreds of eyes staring at you. 

“I can’t look at my girlfriend?” His declaration of your relationship has your face burning. He can see the surprise on your face and tells you, “I thought I made my intentions with you clear last night.” 

The devoted smile on your face as you look at him reassures him he chose the right girl. 

When it’s time for you to come with him to his mother's estate in Italy she is surprised, but welcoming. She never thought Blaise would get into a relationship anytime soon. After talking with the two of you it was clear as day, that same smile was present on her previous husband’s faces. She wasn’t sure if she should be scared for you or thrilled for her son, but ultimately the excitement of the grandbaby clouded her vision. 

#blaise zabini x female reader #blaise zabini x reader #blaise zabini imagine #harry potter #slytherin #slytherpuff #hufflepuff #monster #tw monsterfucking #monster fucker #kinktober #kinktober 2023

[everythingseasoning]

AOT Scouts as your bf/gf pt. 1 (Requested)

NOTE: I’m redoing this post so that it’s better quality :) and adding in more characters for the head canons. Revised post will be out on ?Saturday? as a new post.

*Characters are 18+, content is SFW

Eren (the scout)

The early stage of your relationship with Eren: 

Somebody once said, “A cheetah doesn’t change its spots overnight.” Meaning that a person can’t so quickly change their nature.

The same goes for Eren Jaeger: No matter how many times you try to lecture him about his habit of impulsively risking his life during missions, he can’t help but accidentally come close to dying again on the very next mission. 

(Luckily, he has Mikasa to cover him, and Armin to form smart battle strategies that put him in less danger).

—It’s not that Eren doesn’t value your opinion, it’s just that he’s naturally a reckless spirit. Eren immediately does whatever his heart screams is the right thing to do. He doesn’t use his head, but he uses his entire steely will and incredible power, to save dying comrades and complete mission goals. 

In the heat of battle, Eren has to either abandon the idea of you, OR the idea of giving in to the titans, and let unjust deaths occur. He often chooses to abandon the former.. you…

... Still, everytime he returns from those missions (after a close brush with death), he hugs you guiltily, and you can just *tell* what he’s trying to communicate to you: I’m sorry. I love you. I had to do it. 

After just a year with you:

Eren has fallen deeply, deeply in love with you. (I mean, this dude falls fast, and hard, like a bowling ball crashing through an old wooden floor ok– he is DEVOTED to you, you can’t shake him off, he’s a barnacle—)

Once upon a time, Eren only had one goal that consumed his mind: kill all titans. Then he met you. Eren needs to kill all titans, and stay alive so he can spend time with you, being with you whenever and wherever you want to go. You’re the f*cking love of his life. 

So now he has two goals; Eren promised himself he’d do whatever he could to not only save fellow soldiers, but to also actively try to stay alive for you, for his future with you. This means that Eren absolutely cannot let himself die, that he must devise strategies in battle that allow him to keep himself alive while saving the most people… 

Eren literally took lessons from Armin on “Quick Thinking” (Lessons summarized: When confronted with a problem, look at the issue, and then at resources around you that you can use, and try to find a solution using those resources), and another lesson from Armin, on “Devising Quick Strategies in the Midst of Battle.” 

 …Though Eren would’ve let himself die a year ago if it meant he helped the Scouts— it’s a different story now. Eren can’t ever fully shake the hold you have on him— the love he has for you— the promise on his tongue that he swore to you in the middle of the night after you woke up screaming from a nightmare, sobbing because you “really saw him die.”

So Now, when Eren is out on missions, he is focused on the chaos and action happening around him at any moment— but in any second that he isn’t in imminent action, he sees your face in his mind. And he remembers all over again what he is fighting for: your safety. He unlocked a level of protective desire unlike anything seen before. 

Fluff fluff fluff:

1) You’re there, waiting at the gate everytime Eren returns from a mission. You literally have a f*cking meltdown when you spot him— the stress and fear melting your legs into jelly as you sink into the ground— and Eren has made it a point to get off his horse and run to catch you before you fall, wailing on the ground. 

2) Eren will hold you as you cry, kind of half teasing you like, “It’s like you’re the one who went out on the mission, not me.”

3) Sorry to say that you now have a name for yourself in town, too, and everybody knows you as “Eren’s sweet (crybaby) girlfriend” – Because of this you often get free snacks and gifts whenever you walk around the market whenever the scouts are out on mission—

4) When you and Eren arrive home, you’ll have stopped being uber emotional, but now it’s Eren’s turn to brood: he usually showers before sitting on the couch and staring at the table with dull, empty eyes, and you have to walk him through the trauma and loss he just endured… Because honestly, talking is a great medication… 

5) Eren will always feel better after talking with you. It’s like a rush of warmth flows from his heart, gushing throughout his body, and he grabs you, pulling you flush to his chest, eyes scrunched shut as he tells you how much you mean to him.

6) —He’s also secretly so relieved you aren’t in danger. He’s happy you aren’t a scout— because you keep him sane in this cruel world—

7) You will then show Eren the snacks you’ve accumulated while he was away that day, and he’ll just insist on f*cking feeding you like you’re a little bird or something. But he looks so happy so you just go with it.

At sundown, you two will take remaining snacks and a blanket, go to an open field, and eat together while watching the sunset. You two will usually talk about whatever hobby you’ve picked up, and Eren will build off your excitement and ideas; i.e. if you’re talking about a book you read on animal biology, you’ll be talking about how whales once had hip bones because they descended from a four-legged animal— and Eren will say, “Imagine riding a whale on the ocean!” “Eren we’d get salt water sprayed all over us, they have a blowhole!” “But just imagine it!” “...That’d be surreal.” And you two will giggle and feel such wonder about the world. He’s your best friend and lover, who makes life more exciting. 

Jean (the scout simp)

The early stage of your relationship with Jean:

Jean with a non scout lover… Ohhhh boy, hahaha: 

Jean had SUCH a mental crisis after he met you: he wondered if he should’ve chosen the Military Police instead of the Survey Corps, so that he had a better chance of staying alive, and living his days out with you. 

You assured him that you wouldn’t have dated him if he didn’t join the corps (LMAO). This did make Jean’s mental crisis stop, because damn he would rejoin the scouts if it meant you’d be his girlfriend. And, you told Jean that you admire his courage, and that you’re so proud of him for being brave, for not choosing to stay lax after seeing the evil nature of titans. You told Jean that he’s leader material, just like Marco said. 

When you’re comfortable in the relationship:

—On that Marco note, Jean is beyond relieved that you’re a normal citizen, and not a scout. He already lost the only person her ever considered a true friend. 

During missions, Jean gets courage to do terrifying things from knowing that you’re back at home, safe, waiting for him :’) oml..

He’s gotta make it back to you!

And Jean has such a soft spot for you, you who reminds him of Marco. He loves it when you praise him, and give him attention. He loves it when you make it clear that you love *him* — when you point out his strengths, etc. 

God— he loves you— you make him feel like he’s alive— He will smother you in kisses when you two are alone, if you even so much as smile at him.

AND OH. MY LORD…

Jean would also definitely tell ALL the scouts about you, “his girl.” 

For example, “Jaeger you better not f*ck this mission up— I can’t die, because I have to get back to my girl!” 

Another example, “Connie, one day, you’ll be as lucky as me, and have an amazing girlfriend who makes you so happy, who you love more than anything else.” 

And one more example, when Jean is drunk at a Survey Corps Celebration Dinner, “Did you guys know that my girl and I are going to get married?! I’m—I’m gonna marry that lady!” 

“Shut up Jean, you’ve only been dating her for six months!”

“I’m gonna marry her,” he says wistfully, a faraway look in his eyes, his face flushed deep pink.

Fluff fluff fluff:

1) When Jean gets back from missions, he is *exhausted.* He’s seen comrades die, and he’s so tired after having gone through terrifying events… When Jean sees your face though, he remembers why it’s all worth it: He’s helping the Survey Corps so that he can ensure (to the best of his abilities), that you have a life within the walls, safe, and sound. 

2) When he sees you, he just feels relief. He just feels like everything is right again. TT oh my lord I’m gonna cry writing this ANYWAY (I wanna be loved like that tho–)

3) Jean forcesX asks you to wear matching necklaces. Jean likes that you two look like a pair. 

Not fluff:

And Jean is a sucker for s*x — I am so sorry I had to say it— I *had* to (!not an exaggeration!). But this is supposed to be SFW— so that’s all ima say about this. (18+ people only: you check out my other posts for NSFW content though. Minors DNI with nsfw tho, you’re banished until you’re old enough, thems the rules, ily tho). 

Historia (the scout my wife) Author’s very important note: I would fight Ymir (and lose) to be Historia’s girlfriend ok– Also this one is sooo self indulgent but you can’t tell me it doesn’t work with her character—

Historia will fight for anybody and everybody who needs a savior. She’s been through sh*t, and she won’t settle for others to be abandoned like how she was. (She just like me fr, can we kiss now??).

ANYWAYS. (no but i have to tell y'all, I have a terrible savior complex OK BYE MOVING ON—)

Historia is dedicated to saving those that need saving. That also means that she’s determined to stay alive— she needs to be here on Earth so that she’s able to keep helping people who are in need. People in need, which includes you—

—Historia is no stranger to your sappy, long poems that describe in bewitching detail how much she lights up your life, and is your inspiration, 

and how she is your anchor in this insane world…

and how she is the definition of ‘beauty’ in life, etc, etc— 

You need her, and you’re her girlfriend, and Historia is glad she’s able to be something good for you. 

During missions, Historia is in her element: as she flies through the air, slashing titan necks, protecting Captain Levi’s squad, she is calm, knowing that she is aiding in the salvation of humanity. (Miss girl is driven by the urge to be helping people, it’s her stabilizer). 

Historia is also gaining courage from you, knowing that you are helping humanity in your own way at the very moment that she’s fighting titans: you’re encouraging kids to be model citizens with integrity in their hearts. She’s fighting for humanity’s survival, and you’re fighting for humanity’s spirit. 

Because she’s a scout, you worry for Historia’s safety, but you also know that she can handle herself. Still, she’s your girlfriend, and you worry, and fret, during every single minute that she’s away

— Usually you channel this energy through baking. You’ll make cherry pies, blueberry scones, butter cake, lemon cookies, chocolate mousse, candied ginger, and more, non-stop, whenever Historia is away. You *need* that distraction to function through your mind-numbing fear. 

But, unfailingly, Historia always returns home to you, and you two will GORGE on the delicious sweets you’ve made, starting from the very moment she first arrives back: When Historia comes back from a mission, upon seeing you she’ll hop off her horse with renewed energy, half walk-run to you like a haloed, stunning, adorable angel, and hug you tightly, before you shove a dessert in her mouth: the sweet, tangy flavor erupting on her tastebuds. After an intense, cruel, dirty mission, the sharp plunge of sugar is a reminder of the beautiful things in life: you. The both of you laugh before kissing each other deeply, tasting fruit on each other’s tongues (this is SFW, right??)

In your free time, you and Historia will sometimes do charity work together, including tilling the fields, milking cows, picking apples, doing donations, etc. Even hard work is fun when you’re doing it with somebody you enjoy talking to, especially if you both believe in the cause. On other occasions, the two of you will give yourselves time to *be people* — usually this means snuggling together on the couch, having deep talks, and just holding each other. 

Also, Historia loves *you*. She loves how kind you are, and how you work as a teacher at Trost Elementary. Historia feels a lot of her energy is fueled by the loop of goodness you two share and believe in (helping the world). 

Plus, Historia is endlessly grateful to have a warm, safe person to return to at the end of a long day. Everybody needs comfort. *Historia didn’t know how much support, relief, and happiness, a comfort person would bring, until she fell in love with you.* When she’s exhausted, she leans into your warmth like two birds ruffling feathers, and charges up on your summer glow. And when Historia sees your eyes sparkling, talking about whatever cool thing you noticed in the day, she feels *unbelievably warm* inside, just pure happiness. You also care for Historia, as she cares for you— tucking her in bed and humming as you hold her (as the big spoon), after a mission that went terribly. 

Please LIKE this if you enjoyed it!! (I spent a lot of time on this — no, really it do be taking hours)— your likes are encouragement to keep doing this :) 

Feel free to comment your feedback/thoughts (gimme ur comments, i wanna hear), and comment to be tagged in part 2, 3, etc! 

AND I’m adding in non-requested characters too, as a present for everybody! …Onwards: Pt. 2: Reiner, Levi, Armin (will be done and tumblr-published within probably 24 hours)

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[baxteravenue]

Try A Little Harder

Summary: Jack is used to not hearing no, whether it’s for music or girls... especially girls. You however don’t care that he’s Jack Harlow and is telling you hi and that you’re pretty. He’s going to have to try a little harder.

A/N: This came to me after jack said in an interview that he likes when girls are a bit more harder to obtain and he finds it a turn on when they diss him lmao. He’s such a Pisces. 

“And who’s party is this again? Which rapper are you f*cking today?” You playfully joked as you walked into the dark club, “You know I didn’t come to LA to party.”

Your friend laughed, “What exactly did you come to LA for then?” 

“Work.”

It was true, you weren't a fan of Los Angeles. It had to be your least favorite place in the world but every once in a while you were forced on a plane to the forsaken place. It helped that your best friend lived there and that it was warm but overall Los Angeles just wasn't the place for you.

Your friend gave you a look which made you smile before responding, “And you of course.”

“Aw Y/N, you’re too sweet. My best friend in the entire world.” 

You shook your head, “Uh-uh. You’ve gotten me to stay way longer than I intended to. I want to go home. Plus I’m here, which you know me, you know that I really love you if I’m here.”

Here happens to be a party, full of people who know people and so on. You know people of notoriety are here because Zack Bia propped up on a small stage DJing and laughing with a crowd beside him. You’re sure that the Insta girl you dislike is somewhere around here which makes you automatically want to go home.

“I can’t do Instagram girls.” You say with a sourness to your tone. 

Mila your friend nods, “I was hoping she wouldn’t be here but since Drake’s here of course she is.”

You and Mila are not mean girls by any means but when people do you wrong or talk crap about you, it’s easy to be mean back. Especially to girls who show no type of respect.

“Are you actually in LA or do my eyes deceive me?” Drake cheeses as he spots you, instantly engulfing you in a hug, “Mila you got the princess here?”

Mila laughs, “She’s here for work supposedly.” 

Drake had always been nice and a really good friend. A lot of people who even experience one-fifth of his fame let it get to their head but not Drake, through everything he’s stayed pretty humble for his level of fame and a great friend. 

You nod, “I am… I’m leaving tomorrow.”

“Tell her to stay, Aubrey! Tell her! I’m so lonely here.” Mila whines, which makes you laugh. 

Drake just laughs, before waving someone over to us. 

You turn spotting a tall white man talking to the group of girls you despise entirely. You can feel your bitch face appearing as he walks up right next to you, someone who willingly hangs out and chooses to talk to those girls doesn’t seem like someone you’d want to talk to.

“It was nice seeing you Aubrey, come visit in New York.” You give him a quick hug before trying to walk away.

“Wait Y/N, this is Jack… You know Jack right? Jack Harlow. We just dropped a song together, I spent last weekend with him in Kentucky. Jack, this is Y/N.” Drake has a mischievous smile on his face as he introduces the two of you.

You give Jack a look, the smirk he has on his face already annoying you. “Nice to meet you Y/N.”

“Right,” You mumble, before turning back to Drake. “I mean it. Come and visit me.”

Jack and Drake watch as you walk away, Mila right behind you. “Damn. What did you do to her to completely diss you like that?”

Jack licks his lips a bit, shrugging. “I don’t know but… that kinda turned me on. It’s been a while since anyones acted like that with me.” 

Drake gave Jack a look before laughing, “Oh man Y/N isn’t one of those girls that plays hard to get. WHen she doesn't like someone she doesn't like someone.”

Jack’s smile instantly fell, “Man what the hell did I do?”

You turn to Mila, grabbing a drink from the bar. “Jack Harlow? The rapper? Was I supposed to be amazed?” 

Jack Harlow, you knew of Jack Harlow and unlike everyone else he didn’t really intrigue you… at all. You heard his name more than anyones though in the last week with the release of his album. 

“Oh shit, he’s coming over here.” Mila looked over your shoulder. 

You turned around confused, coming face to face with his chest, before looking up at his face. 

“Hi.” He smiled. 

You looked back at him and then at Mila who was smiling at the situation, then back to him. “Can I help you?”

“You’re hurting my feelings Y/N.” Jack spoke, his accent peaking through. 

You laughed, tilting your head. “Do I know you?”

He shrugged, “Maybe. I mean I’ve only been trending on everything since my album came out.”

“Not too much on the cockiness Jack, it’s not as attractive as you think.” You hummed, looking over his shoulder at the Insta girls eyeing you both down, “Shouldn’t you be back over there?”

Jack doesn’t care to even turn around, “I like it over here though.”

“I don’t like you over here though, you’re taking up all my air.”

“You can have it all, I’ll hold my breath.”

You let out a laugh, not being able to hold back the smile any longer. “You don't quit do you?”

Jack shakes his head, “Not for anything. I want to know why you don’t like me?”

“Like I said, I don't know you.” 

Jack leans in closer, bending down to your ear. “Then get to know me.”

You smirk, taking a step back. “I’m sure that’s worked on multiple women but you’re gonna have to do a little more than that. Goodnight Jack.”

Jack couldn’t stop thinking about you. As soon as you walked into the party, a mean mug on your face but a smile appearing as soon as your friend began talking to you he just knew he had to have you; had to talk to you; had to know you.

It felt like fate to him when you walked up to Drake, it gave him a way in to talk to you. A quick text sent to Drake while he was talking to you to get him to introduce the two of you. It was all supposed to be easy until the two of you locked eyes for the first time and you looked anything but pleased and then you just dismissed him like nothing. 

You’re gonna have to do a little more than that…

Jack could play that game, and he could play it well. 

---

You were so happy to be home, to be back in your bed and back on east coast time. You had a surprising amount of fun and you loved being with Mila but there was just no place like home. 

“Uhm Y/N, were you expecting flowers?” Your roommate knocked on you door, walking in with a huge bouquet of tulips.

Your eyes widened and a smile appeared on your face as you took the bouquet of flowers into your hands, “No but these are my favorite so even if they aren't mine I’m not giving them back.”

“No they’re yours, says your name and everything on this note.”

“Note?” You question, picking up the card and reading, “Y/N you said I had to try harder… I’m not a dumbass, I know your favorite flowers aren't gonna cut it but it's a start. I’m in New York for some business and I would really love to take you to dinner tonight… I’m sending a car later on at 8 if you feel like coming or not. I hope you do… Love, Jack. AKA dude from the party in case you didn’t remember.”

“Who’s Jack? Did you meet someone in LA? Y/N you have to tell me, you hardly ever date!” Your friend feels giddy with excitement for you.

“Jack, like uhm… Jack Harlow.” You bury your face in your hands as Noelle gets even more excited. 

“Of fucking course you go to Los Angeles for a couple days and come home with one of-- if not thee hottest rapper out right now begging you for a date!” 

“Noelle, calm down. He’s cocky… like really cocky and I’m sure he’s only doing this because he hasn’t heard no in forever.” You shake your head, “I’m not going.”

Silence takes over the two of you.

“Okay but he’s so cute Y/N, and he’s smitten I can tell just by that card!”

You furrow your brows. But is he really? Is Jack Harlow really so smitten with you that he found you somehow in New York and wants to take you out? He even went out of his way by finding out your favorite flowers. He sure is biting a bullet by sending a car for you and him waiting for you wherever alone.

“F*ck it.” You shrug, laughing at Noelle’s dramatic reaction to you agreeing to a date with Jack. 

Within a few hours you find yourself standing in front of the full length mirror in your room, observing the outfit you chose, the makeup you had on and the way your hair was styled. You purposely chose not to go all out.

“Miss Y/L/N.” The driver in front of your building asked, opening the door to the blacked out cadillac.

“Thank you,” You smiled as you slipped into the backseat of the car watching as the driver closed the door and got into the driver’s seat before taking off. You leaned forward, “You don’t happen to know what Mr. Harlow has in planned do you?”

The driver chuckled, “Not a clue ma’am he wouldn’t let me know because he knew you’d ask and he thinks that because I am a softie I would tell you.”

You laugh along, “Well would you have?”

“Oh of course Miss Y/L/N.” He nods, “But I assure you Mr. Harlow is a nice guy and he doesn’t do this at all really so he must like you a lot.”

The rest of the car ride is quiet besides the soft sound of music coming from the radio, you watch out the window as the car crosses into Brooklyn and then into what looks like an abandoned lot. 

The car stops, you feel confused as you get out of the car and see Jack standing there with a smile on his face. 

“Thanks for dropping her off Lenny, I’ll text when we’re ready.” Jack says bidding the driver off, before turning back to you. “Hi.”

You smile, looking around. “Are you going to murder me?”

“No Y/N. I’m not gonna murder you.” Jack laughs, shaking his head. “I’m glad you decided to come.”

You shrug, “Well you know I didn’t want you waiting out here all night, that’s just mean.”

Jack holds his hand out, “You ready?”

You walk ahead, choosing to be a little more hard to get. “Where are we?” You look around watching Jack just shake his head with a smirk.

“Follow me.” 

You do so, following someone you don’t know at all into a dark building not even being able to see your own feet. “Jack, it’s really dark.”

You feel his hand interlock with yours and this time you don’t hesitate to squeeze back, instantly getting closer to him. “I got you, I got you. The switch is right around---”

Suddenly all the lights in the building are and your eyes widen at the scenery. “Holy sh*t.”

It’s an old movie theater, really old and beautiful. You look up at Jack finally noticing how close the two of you are which causes you to step back quickly. “This place is gorgeous.”

Jack nods, “It was built in the 1920’s but didn’t open until mid 1930’s and it stood open until maybe late 50’s and then it was shut down until the beginning of June 1985 when it held the New York Premiere for The Goonies.” 

You look back at Jack surprised, “How do you---”

“You tell a lot of people that your favorite movie is The Goonies.” Jack smiles.

“How the heck did you even find all of this out? How were you even able to rent this place out?” There's just no way Jack did this for you, there was no way.

“Finding out your favorite movie was easy, finding this place was a little harder and getting them to give up the place for a night was even harder. Getting them to show the original film they got from the premiere now that was almost impossible.”

“Jack you didn’t.”

“You told me to try a little harder and I’m tryin’ Y/N, I do really like you.” Jack rubs at the back of his beck.

“You like how I look, but you don’t know me enough to like me.” You mumble, “You all think you like me but you don’t. You like my instagram, you like my photos, the way I look at parties but you don’t like me.”

Jack shakes his head walking up closer to you, “I like that you say your favorite color is periwinkle because in middle school you didn’t want to be basic and say your favorite color is purple. I like that your favorite book is Anne of Green Gables because your elementary school librarian recommended it to you and it made you fall in love with reading. I like that your favorite movie is The Goonies because you always wanted to go on an adventure and find lost treasure, and that your senior quote was Goonies never say die. I like that if you scroll down all the way to the bottom of your instagram, ten posts in a row are of you singing horribly loud at a Taylor Swift concert. I like that even though you probably didn’t really want to come, one of your reasons to come was the thought of me standing alone waiting for you.”

“How did you get all of this within 46 hours?” You smile so hard, your cheeks begin to hurt.

“Mila.” Jack blushes. 

You bite at your lip, “You named your album Come Home The Kids Miss You because your fans commented that on all your pictures. The earliest memory you have of rap is your mom buying late registration by Kanye and playing it in the car for you. Even though people call you an industry plant, if you really dive deep you can see that it’s not true and you’ve completed every step to get where you are. You and your mom look identical it’s endearing and you need to start wearing your glasses again because the lazy eye is lazying.” 

“Stalker.” Jack smirks.

“Same to you.” You smirk back.

“You wanna watch The Goonies now because we got like two hours top before they kick us out of this place.” Jack points back to the seating area and the snack bar.

You walk up ahead, grabbing a thing of popcorn. “You couldn’t pay for three hours?”

“If you give me a second date I will.” Jack cheeses.

You roll your eyes playfully sitting down on one of the red seats, “Tell them to play the movie Jackman.”

Jack turns back to the small room the projection is coming out of, “Hey you guuuuuuys!”

“Horrible impersonation.”

#jack harlow #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #jack harlow blurb #jack harlow x you #come home the kids miss you #the goonies is by far one of the best movies ever made

[kolsangel]

੭ु⁾🧇 steve harrington meeting you for the 1st time

୭ info : you're Dustin's older sister in this :) this us inspired by an anon request I got so thanks again to u anon<3

m.list | pls comment I need feedback ♡

Dustin, your little brother had invited THE Steve Harrington to your house. You still had a hard time believing that Steve - out of all the cool people his age - was Dustin’s best friend. You had a long time crush on Steve, probably since you first met him honestly. He was all you admired : an extrovert, popular, insanely hot and he had the best hair you’ve ever seen. Over the past couple years, he grew closer to Dustin which made him more accessible to you and your feelings only grew stronger. If he loved Dustin, he MUST love you, right ? You spent the morning getting ready, you did a natural makeup look with just a brown eyeliner. The most difficult part was choosing your outfit as you didn't want to look like a do-over. But if you didn't do enough for him, he may not take the hint, but it would be embarrassing if he did since he may not feel the same way. So much overthinking ended up tiring you and you chose a simple but cute white dress/white shirt and black pants. Steve never truly looked at you at school and that was the first time he came to your house, so you were determined to catch his attention this time.

You decided to make chocolate chip cookies, your brother’s favourite, but let’s be honest your intentions were not to make him happy. You had played a whole movie in your head. The cookies were a perfect excuse to sneak into your brother’s room and catch Steve’s attention for a few minutes. The doorbell rang and you froze in the kitchen. You let your brother go and open the door but before he did so, he gave you a quick word. “Y/N, can you pleaaase not come in my room while Steve is here- wait what is that smell ? IS THAT CHOCOLATE CHIP COOKIES” Dustin yells and jumps excitedly. 

“You ask me to piss off and want my cookies,” you scolded and chuckled. “But yes, I made cookies for you and your friend,” you smile. Dustin hugs you “you’re literally the best sis - don’t let your ego rise too much, you’re annoying sometimes” he says before opening the door.

“HENDERSON !” Steve yells affectionately before taking Dustin into his arms.

“HARRINGTON! Wait, you’re choking me Steve” 

“Oh sorry man” Steve apologised and pated his shoulder.

You hear Dustin drag Steve into his room. You wait about 15 minutes to bring the cookies, in fear that you would overwhelm them. With trembling legs, you make your way to your little brother’s room. Your heart was clenching into your chest, you were both excited and anxious. You were smiling to yourself in anticipation. You softly knock on the door and you hear Dustin say “My sis made cookies that’s probably her” 

“You have a s- ?” Steve tries to ask but is interrupted by the door opening. And now, you were panicking, why didn’t you think of what to tell him before ? You must look so awkward right now, literally staring (eye-f*cking) Steve Harrington. God, does he look good.

“Y/N ?? Earth to Y/N,” Dustin says, waving his hand in front of your eyes. 

“Oh uh, sorry. Hey Steve !” you timidly say with a soft smile. 

“Hey Y/N, uh nice to see you, uh again” he nicely responds with a bright white smile that has your heart skip a beat. “Again ?”, “Yeah again, at school you know,” he puts an arm behind his neck, clumsily. 

“Oh yeah right, I’ll leave the cookies on your desk Dusty,” you announce while putting the plate down.

 “Aww Dusty” Steve mocks your brother by squeezing his cheeks.

“I’ll leave you two alone now” you say smiling to Dustin, alluding to what he previously said.

“See you at school Y/N” Steve says, delivering you THAT smile again, one that you return.

“Okay woah, he knows my name, he actually notices me at school and he smiled at me oh my god” you think to yourself. 

You were all giddy for the rest of the day and choosing your outfit for the day after was even more of a conundrum than in the morning. You kept overthinking again, maybe he just said that to be polite and he will end up not noticing you. Or maybe he will and you’ll even eat together, just the thought made you so happy.

© kolsangel. do not copy, modify, translate, repost or take my ideas/concept without giving credits but comments, feedback, reblogs and asks are very much welcome ! ⚜🩸

#steve harrington imagines #flora simps ღ #steve imagines #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve x eddie #steve harrington fic #steve harrington smut #eddie stranger things #steve stranger things #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #eddie munson #st x reader #robin buckley #nancy wheeler

[rainydaydally]

Here in this labyrinth (I’m trapped) Chapter 3

Warnings:

Transphobia T-slur Dysphoria Being outed (obviously) Crying Mentions of homophobia Cussing

“Here. Walking to the front office to sign you out now.” His mom texts him. He lets out a sigh of relief as he reads the text. “Ok. Grabbing my things now.” He texts back. Kyle grabs his items, and gets another text from his mom. “Liane Cartman is here too. Principal Victoria needs to talk with us about something.” “Oh sh*t,” Kyle thinks. “If the principal wants to talk to her, then that means-” and coincidentally his thoughts were interrupted by someone on the loudspeaker saying “Kyle Broflovski to the principal’s office. I repeat, Kyle Broflovski to the Principal’s office.” Kyle sighs, exiting the classroom after hearing a collection of “Ooos” from his classmates.

Kyle opens the door to the principal’s office, with Cartman in one chair and his mom standing behind him, and Kyle’s mom standing behind a chair next to Cartman’s. “Oh god.” Kyle eyerolls when he sees Cartman. “Not this f*cking tr*nny again.” Cartman mumbles, though everyone could hear. “Eric!” Liane scolds.

“Okay, Kyle come in and sit down.” Principal Victoria says. Kyle shuts the door behind him and sits in the empty seat. “So Sheila, Liane, you are probably wondering why you are here. Eric has outed Kyle as a transgender male to the whole school, by taking pictures of his personal diary and putting them everywhere.” Principal Victoria explains, which results in a gasp from Kyle’s mom before she says “That’s terrible!” Liane also reacts, “Oh you poor boy.” She says to Kyle, before saying to Cartman, “Eric, you are in big trouble. You are now grounded for 6 months.” “Principal Victoria! There’s no proof I did that!” Cartman whines. “We have video cameras, you know. We watched the videos from last night of you sneaking in here.” “Jeez, how much of an idiot can you be, not even thinking to have a disguise or something?” Kyle sneers. “I did have one, though! How could you tell it was me?!” Cartman questions angrily. “Probably because you’re the fattest kid in town. No matter what disguise you wear people will know it’s Cartman.” Kyle says, “Kyle…” Principal Victoria sighs. “Eric, you just had a black t-shirt on, we could still see your face.” “No ski masks fit me!” Cartman whines, earning a laugh from Kyle.

“Anyways, I think that Eric deserves suspension for the rest of the week.” She says. “That’s like a vacation! He should be getting in trouble, not rewarded!” Kyle huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. “Okay, how about Eric stays late at school every day the rest of the month,” Cartman shrugs, but Principal Victoria wasn’t finished, “and while he’s here he has to write an essay on whatever topic Mr. Garrison chooses.” Cartman whines, “Mr. Garrison hates me!” A smug look appears on Kyle’s face, “I don’t care what it is, as long as he is upset about it.” He thinks, but he might as well have said it out loud. “Well, Kyle, you can go home now, this must be a very hard day for you.” Principal Victoria says to Kyle, who nods and feels his eyes start to burn. “Thanks for talking with me Sheila and Liane. Cartman, you can go back to class, and you won’t be leaving until 6 PM tonight.” Cartman grunts in response and leaves, and Kyle, Shiela, and Liane follow. Cartman heads the other way down the hall back to class, and the rest walk to the front doors.

“Goodbye, Sheila. See you soon, Kyle!” Liane says, and Kyle just gives her a shy wave as she gets inside her car, and him and his mom get into theirs. Before Kyle knows it, his mother’s arms are around him, tight. “Oh, Bubbie. You are my perfect boy, you know that? Do not listen to what Eric or any other horrible kid says to you.” Kyle feels warmth in his heart as he lets go of the embrace, and pulls his phone out of his pocket, which has been bugging him a while. “Stan; 5 texts. Kenny; 2 texts.” He unlocks his phone and checks Kenny’s first. “Hey dude, I’m so sorry for all this.” “We should have told you Cartman read it, but we were too stupid.” Kyle’s lips quirk up at the last remark, coming up with a good reply. “Yeah, I can tell./HJ” “Wow, so you’re half serious…?” Kenny says. Kyle just says “LMAO” and then checks Stan’s texts.

“I am so sorry Cartman did that you really didn’t deserve to be outed like that, and Kenny and I should have told you and we might’ve been able to stop him, I’m sorry.” “Also I’m always here if you need to talk…” “And I don’t like, see you any differently. Like, you’re still Kyle to me.” “Hey, you’re not at second period, where are you? I can’t find you, I heard you went to the principal’s but ???” “Also, if it’s okay with you I would like to come over.” Kyle responds with, “My mom picked me up early. That’s why I’m not at class. Also, you coming over after school is fine with me (and my mom) if it’s okay with yours.” Stan “likes” the message, and Kyle goes back to talking with his mom about nothing in particular.

“-And then she agreed.” Sheila says as her and Kyle enter the house. “That’s great.” Kyle says, taking his shoes off before walking to the stairs. “I’m gonna go upstairs and shower before Stan comes over.” Kyle says with tired eyes, and walks into his room. He grabs the clothes he wants to change into afterwards and a towel, and heads to the bathroom.

20 minutes later he exits the bathroom, and blow dries his hair. He brushes his hair, puts in hair product and then goes to sit on his bed. He decided not to put his binder back on and to take a break until Stan arrives. He gets under his blankets and puts his comfort playlist on shuffle, and before he knows it, tears are falling from his eyes again. He sniffles, rubbing his wet eyes with the back of his hand. Kyle can feel himself slowly drifting to sleep, so he wakes himself up and texts Stan “Be here at 4:45.” Stan replies with “Ok.” Kyle sets an alarm for 3:30, so he will have 3 hours to nap, and enough time to get woken up and ready before Stan arrives. He turns off his phone, and shuts his red and puffy eyes and slowly drifts to sleep, exhausted from the day he has had.

Kyle’s body jerks awake to the sound of his horrid alarm. He groans, pressing the “Stop” button on his phone, and continuing to lie in his bed. He stays there for a few minutes, opening snaps from people, most with questions like; “are you okay?”, but the occasional few similar to; “lol I can’t believe you’re a girl.” He leaves them all on opened.

He crawls out of his nest of blankets and walks over to his dresser and puts on his binder and a sweatshirt, feeling a bit colder than before. His hair is a bit messy from sleeping on it so he brushes it, it going in all different directions. He goes downstairs and watches TV for a while with some snacks and soda, before the doorbell eventually rings. He hops up from the couch and opens the door, the black haired boy standing there. “Hey, Stan.” Kyle says, but Stan just responds by pulling him into a tight hug. Kyle wraps his arms around Stan too, before they both let go, and Kyle lets Stan inside.

“Let’s go up to my room.” Kyle says, leading Stan up the creaky stairs and up to his bedroom. Stan and Kyle sit down across from eachother on his bed, silence consuming them before Stan finally speaks up. “I’m… still sorry that me and Kenny didn’t tell you. I really didn’t know.” Stan says, looking into Kyle’s eyes as he tucks Kyle’s messy hair behind his ear. “It’s alright Stan. We probably wouldn’t have been able to do anything, anyways.” Kyle shrugs. “I guess you’re right. I hope no one has been a complete *ss to you since you’ve been outed.” Stan says honestly, shifting his sitting position to get more comfortable. “I guess it hasn’t been too bad. I still feel like everyone is watching me, though. It feels like everyone is noticing and singling out my feminine features.” Kyle admits, looking at his hands in his lap. “No, dude. You are perfect.” Stan says softly, quickly realizing what he said could’ve been taken the wrong way. “Uhh… anyways. I want to talk to you about the other things written in your diary.” Kyle sees where Stan is going with this. “The things about me. How you feel depressed when Wendy and I are dating, how you think I’m the ‘prettiest boy ever,’ and… that you love me.” Kyle feels his heart drop. He was so worried about being outed as trans that he forgot about being outed as gay. He had completely forgotten what he had written about how much he loves Stan. “This situation couldn’t get any worse… My life is totally f*cked. Stan is going to hate me- *everyone* is going to hate me.” Kyle thinks to himself, but before Kyle could have that train of thought get worse, Stan grabbed his hands and said something that changed everything.

“I love you, too.”

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#trans #transgender #fanfiction #gay #trans man #ao3 fanfic #eric cartman #stan marsh #trans kyle broflovski #bisexual stan marsh #gay kyle broflovski #kyle broflovski #kyle south park #south park #south park cartman #south park kenny #south park kyle #south park stan #stan marsh x kyle broflovski

[sundaytragedy]

I'm having a hard time choosing what is the silliest excerpt from my journals I'm laughing my ass off please

"-Coloring

Eating cheerios gives me hiccups. [Redacted] told me to sit a certain way. [Redacted] falls asleep easily but claims she doesn't. We had a group and I asked what it said on my profile because I'm always curious (MD, severe psychosis, anxiety). Today I get off EP so I get to go off the unit."

"This unit has a lot more people around my age which is cool.

This is f*cking stupid. I waited awhile to (4 days, 5) to go outside and they said you have to participate in the activity, which is with water and you're gonna get wet. How long would it take to get another pair of pants? Why can't I just sit and watch? What the fuck is wrong with people? I'm gonna call everyone and tell them about this."

#upload

[youranemicvampire]

SLOCG Season 2 thoughts and opinions with Spoilers

First of all, I just wanna say that all 4 of them are very funny, lovable and precious. <3

As much as i love this show, it’s hard for me to recommend it to others without sounding weird. 

They need more episodes! I’m ok with like 30 mins per ep coz it feels like a sitcom-ish, but waiting a year for 10 episodes??? TORTURE. They need at least 20 since the eps are short.

Aside from my main lesbian girl Leighton, Kimberly is my favorite until she did that thing in the finale. 

Pauline Chalamet is an underrated actress! She’s amazing even before i found out she’s Timothee’s sister. It means, she’s great on her own. Comedic timing = 10/10

So Leighton is a rich, math genius lesbian like she really won the lottery. Also, how can she be so good at math when she’s gay???? That’s unfair. 

GRACIE DZIENNY!!!!!! If you’re a First kill fan, you would understand the happiness when she first appeared on SLOCG. WLW crossover!

Why you keep pairing Whitney with mediocre white men???? I’m so tired. Also, please give her a stronger storyline and make her bi, thanks. I don’t know if i’m in the position to say this, but i feel like the writers are being too safe and scared (?) about Whitney’s arc.

Canaan is the only man i can tolerate for Whitney, but they didn’t have that much chemistry, they just look good together. 

LeighTum is sooooo hot. I know them looking and acting alike is so funny, but they are hot. 

I’m so happy that there’s no problem with Leighton’s coming out to her friends and family. I know it’s a reality for most to receive a bad reaction, but i’m glad the writers didn’t go that way coz we are tired. We deserve to see a happy lesbian on screen.

Sorry, but i have to defend Bela with the cheating issue. Eric is not an amazing man like Bela said. He f*cking stole the opportunity when we all know that it’s 100x harder for a brown woman to be in that industry. He has connections w/c he revealed during the argument, but he still did that. Bela cheating on him was nothing compared to what he did. 

Leightum x Leighcia issue: First of all, I love them both so i really don’t know where to side, but i feel like Alicia is getting hate too much? They all said horrible things including Leighton, but Alicia is the only one who’s getting massive hate and that’s unfair. I don’t think Leightum’s breakup was forced at all. What Tatum said was a big deal and them being a twincest ship was an obvious metaphor on Leighton’s old habits. I thought we only like “mean girls” for fun, but some are starting to glorify rude behavior. 

Let’s move on to the real enemy w/c is Kimberly x Canaan coz WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUUk. Ok i mean we cannot choose who we love, but BOTH OF THEM didn’t think it through. Lila was right, Kimberly shouldn’t have acted on it. Or at least for a while? She didn’t even wait for a longer time and talk to Whitney about it. Same with Canaaan. Whitney asked her to give her a chance to talk and explain, but she blew it. I was rooting for you Kimberly! We were all rooting for you! How dare you???!

So with these last episodes, we would wait a year to know what will happen to the dynamics of the 4 girls now that Bela is transferring and Whitney wanted to move to the Kappa house. Faaaaaaaak. Leighton is the only who has a real happy ending. Their friendship is my favorite part of the show so i hope things will get better for Season 3. Also, i know it's unrealistic for roommates to have a perfect relationship, but i just don't like that it will be ruined for a man. :\

#SLOCG #The sex lives of college girls #Leighton Murray #Whitney Chase #Bela Malhotra #Kimberly Finkle #Renee Rapp #Alyah Scott #Amrit Kaur #Pauline Chalamet #Leightum #Leighcia #Leighlicia #Midori Francis #Gracie Dzienny #First Kill #Mindy Kaling #WLW #Sapphic #Lesbian #Bisexual #HBO max #Timothee Chalamet #Leighton x Alicia #Leighton x Tatum

[theinfinitedivides]

six recent song favorites.

i was tagged by @chameli and i had to try so hard to narrow it down bc this sh*t was all over the place originally—also offering a shameless Spotify plug if you would like to see me obsess over these in real time but that's not the point here

vainko & basti bounce, brodha v | 2022-2023 — i'm going to cheat on the song total with at least two of these entries so let me start with this one, sfjsfdnkjsdnj. got into him bc he showed up on the Spotify radio recommendations for songs like the Gully Boy OST but tbh he unironically slaps and as a bonus BB is the sequel to Vainko both lyrically and visually. personally Vainko slaps a bit harder bc the pre-chorus makes contact with a certain part of my brain that very few songs have before and after it, could just be the way i operate tho

kana yaari, coke studio | 2022 — k i may have cried to The Quick Style's official choreo MV for this (not the wedding choreo. that sh*t was the sh*t) but. the beat drop after the first verse. Eva B coming in in the second with that hijab and spitting bars like no one's f*cking business. ma'am

waterfall, b.i | 2021 — i will never shut up about this song. never, it is physically impossible for me to do so bc Hanbin??? the man that you are Hanbin??? 'waterfall 춤을 추는 waterfall / 하늘 위를 나는 듯이 떨어져' Hanbin??? f*cking '떨어짐과 동시에 새롭게 시작하는 폭포' Hanbin??? on God this and BTBT (2022) have been on loop since they dropped

god's latte, epik high | 2023 — sometimes Tablo writes about things and talking to God and not getting the answers you want and having to answer it yourself in the vein of Ilya Kaminsky's 'at the trial of God...' and you have to sit down and think about it for a while. it's fine. everything is fine. (head in hands head in hands head in my f*cking hands this is Amor Fati's long lost twin and it hurts just as much)

besharam rang & jhoome jo pathaan | 2023 — the second cheat but i have no remorse over this bc it's SRK-Deepika!!! Shilpa and Arijit what better voices could you choose for such absolute bangers, honestly. BR gives off Ghungroo vibes which might have been the intent but the lyrics themselves are very 90s Bollywood? idk idk i think i've said this before but my Spotify mutuals probably think there's something wrong with me when they see i've had this playing for six hours with no status change and they have no context as to why

way it is, way it could be, the weather station | 2015 — this song and Chammak Challo fought each other for this spot as the oldest song here but i needed at least one English song in this list and a sacrifice had to be made. i apologize profusely to the many impromptu dance sessions i had with the latter, pls know you were not spurned; it's hard to put a finger on exactly what it about this that has had me in a chokehold. is it the guitar? the sparseness of arrangement? 'the way it is and the way it could be, both are / we got back in the car'? highly recommend bc whatever it is there's something in the song and i go feral for it

tagging: @toiletpotato @i-got-the-feels @lastofthe20thcenturygirls @goblinsbriide @itsfookingloosah and @eremin0109, but pls don't participate if you feel pressured <333

#tag games #i hope this is satisfactory bc Jodhaa Akbar's entire OST almost ended up on here and that would have been the end of that #Rahman taking over everything as is his right

[weeblewooblr]

In the midst of taking a much needed break to collect coins and keyes (I ran out in the middle of re-playing Muriel’s route) because I cannot deal with having to choose between paying 250 coins to “bandage his wound” or skip and “f*cking spit on him”, I drew myself into The Arcana!!!!

The jellyfish Inspired outfit was so freakishly hard to design( not the easiest creature to work around) and drawing in The Arcana art style was even harder compared to my own style, but I’m rlly happy with what I have tbh.

#people should follow me i do cool things #artist #hi guys #the arcana #arcana game #arcana oc #self insert #self indulgence babey #this makes me happy #jellyfish

[lgbtpenguin]

My personal experience trying to figure out my sexuality and gender:

*had never thought about it*

*starts thinking way too much ab female best friend*

- Mmm... I think I MIGHT not be straight

- Yeah I don't think I am

- Then what am I?

- Idk I'll just go with the vibe

- But what if I'm a lesbian?

- I think I like women

- But I've also liked men before

- Then I can't be a lesbian

- Maybe I'm bi

- But I don't feel like I am

- I gess I'm not

*Starts watching and reading A BUNCH of LGBTQIA+ content*

- WHY ARE THERE SO MANY OPTIONS????

*Starts to question not only sexuality but also gender*

- Maybe I AM a lesbian and I was just forcing myself to like men

- Yeah that could be it

*Starts liking a girl a lot and thinking about her all the time*

*Forgets about men*

- YESS I THINK I'M A LESBIAN

- I'm not completely sure I'm a woman tho

- I kinda like the term demifluid

- Is that me tho?

- I could be a non-binary lesbian

- Well idk

*Starting to get comfortable with the term lesbian (gender is still unknown)*

*Starts liking a dude*

- Well shit.

- I wouldn't like to see his penis tho

- Maybe a biromantic lesbian?

- Yeah maybe

- But I kinda like masculine bodies

- Maybe I just reject the idea of men because I'm resentful with them

- But I still don't like penises at all

- Do I even like pussy?

- What if I'm ace?

- I like masturbating and often find ppl hot tho

- Am I even non-binary or am I just forcing myself to abandon the term woman because I cut my hair short?

- Idk, but I think bi-lesbian is just fine for now

- I'm starting to feel that my name doesn't really fit my identity

- But again, am I non-binary or is it just an internalized idea that I can't be a woman if my hair is short?

*Looks for more options*

*Can't find anything*

- I'm starting to like this boy a little bit too much

*Starts overthinking why on earth would he pay so much attention to me*

- I WAS F*CKING FINE WITH MY OWN BODY AND IDWNTITY AND HE HAD TO RUIN IT

*Starts getting very uncomfortable with their own body and experiences dismorphia for about a week (I know dismorphia is a long-term week that can't be cured just like that, but I really can't find a better word to describe how I felt)*

*Stops liking that boy with such intensity, dismorphia stops and self steem starts to go up again*

- Wtf is going on with me

*Afraid to tell my psychologist about any of this since I feel she'd judge me if I did*

- I think I would like to change my name

- But WHAT NAME CAN I CHOOSE???

- I'd like smth gender-neutral

- Or smth a little more femenine?

- Gender neutral

- Or...

- I really like the name Ive or Ivy

- But it feels kinda weird to think about myself with that name

- I feel that people would treat me differently...?

- Also Ive isn't a valid option since I live in Latin America and

1. I don't want to get bullied for choosing a name in english

2. I'm pretty sure many would pronounce it wrongly

- I DON'T F*CKING LIKE NAMES IN SPANISH. ENGLISH IS SO MUCH BETTER.

- WHY COULDN'T I LIVE ON A PLACE WITH ENGLISH AS IT FIRST LANGUAGE?????

- I wanna move to a english-speaking country

- But I'm too young

- Ok names in spanish

- ...

- I don't have anything (if you can think of something please help)

- Fuck.

- Ok so... Am I even nonbinary? Demifluid? Woman? Man? (I don’t think so but I’m not sure of anything at this point) Agender? Something else?

- I think non-binary and woman are the ones closer to what I am, but maybe I’m wrong honestly

And this is where I am now. I’ve watched a million different videos and read different websites and posts on tumblr that talk about sexual orientation, romantic orientation, gender identity, gender expression and so many more things. I’m so confused and have been for so long that it’s overwhelming. I keep changing my perception about stuff depending on the day and that is SO STRESSING. I have thought that I might be abrosexual but I’m not really sure it fits me. I’ve also thought I might be genderfluid but, as I said before, it is kinda hard for me to see myself as someone that either is or feels atracted to men.

I know that I’m closer to figure myself out than what I was at the start though, and that helps me keep going. This is what I’ve got till now:

Gender: Unknown (nonbinary is the one I feel more related to in a kind of way)

Gender expression: More masculine/androgynous (but that might also be because I don’t like how more “femenine” clothes look on me or I just don’t feel comfortable in them)

Sexual orientation: Lesbian(?

Romantic orientation: Biromantic(?

Idk, If anyone can give me any kind of help to deal with this, I’ll take it.

Also, I hope this can help someone who is in a similar situation, and if you are one of those people, I want you to know that you’re not alone. I am here to talk with you if you need to.

Update: I REALLY am into this boy and he's got me SO confused.

I think I might actually be bi... just with a bunch of internalized biphobia and fear of men (which i gotta get over)

#lgbt #lgbtq #lgbtqi #lgbtqia #lgbtqa #lgbtqia+ #lgbti #lgbtiq #help #confused #figuring myself out #figuring stuff out #i need help figuring this out #queer #questioning #unlabeled

[ayeonkkot]

the Question

Being in my late 20s, for me, is a chaos and wild ride. There are so many roads that will choose ur character. I've a lot of reading list but seems to be really hard to make it real. Work all day, go to the gym and cook for my meal.. I still try to find good ritme on it. But mostly, i feel like having zero energy, end up with rotting my self on the bed.

recently, i found related post from ig "but being 9 to 5 corporate girly is literally going to work all day. having anxiety about every single meeting that I have to go to. having an overwhelming fear of sounding stupid in those meetings. actually feeling stupid in these f*cking meetings. fearing all day that people think that Im bad at my job". For all the uncertainty, excitement, nervous, pain, and scare. this make me appreciate grow.

The pain part is lossing your person, those leadership feel so expensive. For every effort to make it happened, always choose who will be losser. They keep it silent to make the board keep on place. I just wanna say..

Yes Pak we make it, and we did it

#opinion #personal