#my pussy wrote this entire thing btw

[toji-girl]

pick up | s. gojo

wc: 1.3k

tags: 18+ only - mdni + plug! fem reader + explicit smut + weed + frat boy! gojo + modern au + shot gunning + dubcon + car sex + fingering + pussy eating + handjob + teasing + creampie + nipple play + maybe a part two or something like a series I had fun writing this + reader is a little bitchy + thanks to everyone who voted 🫶🏻

Incoming Message: Satoru G.

1:18 a.m: can u get me a bag and a j? iou (´♡ヮ♡`)

As soon as it came in you turned your TV off then pulled on a robe covering your silk pajamas and stuffed your feet in your slippers grabbing everything needed before making your way to your car.

"Are you kidding me?" You mumbled looking at the text message from Satoru that sat as read while you waited for a response growing irritated that he was making you sit there in the parking lot for him.

It was nearing two now.

Your manicured nails tapped along your phone screen changing the song and rolling your eyes when there was still no text, you put it down sure it wasn't going to go off soon, and began to roll his joint.

Two pink ones because Satoru was always sure to eat your pussy for good measure and as much as you hated to admit he was the best to ever go down on you so you always threw in a freebie, for the sex too.

The third one was your own that you lit sucking in the smoke and letting it saturate your lungs for a moment before exhaling it in a white puff leaning the car seat back and humming to the song softly.

After it ended your phone lit up with a phone call.

You looked at it annoyed that it was an hour after he sent that, waiting until the last minute you hit the green button and clicked the speaker button. "You're an hour late. I hate that Gojo." You huffed.

In the background you could hear a loud party, and given that it was a Saturday it made sense for him to be late. "I know, I'm on my way now. Wait for me sweet girl." He purred, the music and people fading.

"I told you not to call me that, just hurry up because not all of us are partying away our education." You snapped and hung up hating the way the pet name made your belly break out in flutters of butterflies.

Fifteen minutes later Satoru's sleek car pulled up next to yours and a moment later he was sitting next to you, the smell of his cologne mixing in with the weed made your mouth water. "You waited for me."

The joint you rolled was halfway gone already and instead of answering him you gave it to him and changed the song. "Because you owe me, remember?" You replied with a shrug of your shoulders.

Satoru smiled smugly and reclined his seat tucking one hand behind his head, his white hair looked soft under the glow of the moon that shone down from your sunroof as your eyes followed the hair that peeked from his shirt that hiked up when he shifted taking a hit.

"I do. You're so good to me." He teased catching your look as he sat up to lean in sliding his hand to the back of your neck and leaning in to kiss you blowing the smoke in your mouth, his tongue dancing along with yours while his free hand untied the front of your robe.

Your hands buried into his hair tugging him closer with a soft moan before you pulled away to take the joint from him. "Before you drop it, and you are something else." You shot back ashing the rest of it.

He watched you and let his hands trail down the front of your chest until his long slender fingers reached the buttons of your shirt. "Is that why you answered my text at one in the morning?" He hummed.

Silence blanketed the cabin of your car as you watched him until your pj top hung open baring your breasts to him. "It was the heart eyes that did it for me but also the money is something I enjoy too." You replied trying to pretend that he didn't have a strong hold over you.

Satoru laughed softly.

"Don't pretend like you knew it wasn't going to end like this." He purred leaning in and brushing his lips against the column of your neck igniting the nerves that sparked like tiny fireworks.

While his mouth descended down your chest you let your hands reach over to rub his bulge over the soft fabric of his sweats before sliding under the band of his boxers feeling the soft pubic hair.

He wrapped his lips around your nipple suckling with precision making your back bow pushing more of your breast into his mouth that he cupped, his other hand tweaked your free nipple gently.

The weed had your body feeling pliant like clay that Satoru easily molded to his own liking. "I like you when you're bitchy but I also like you docile for me, so easy to mold however I want." He husked.

His voice was dark when he pulled away from your nipple, a string of salvia bridging from the bud to his swollen lips, blue eyes stared back at you with low lids, just like you, he felt hazy and high as hell.

Slowly his fingertips trailed under the band of your pj shorts, white eyebrows shot up when he felt no panties stopping him from rubbing your pussy spreading your slick that was warm and very sticky.

Your jaw went slack when he pressed his finger into your clit before tracing the soft opening of your pussy barely pushing in all the while your hand wrapped around the shaft of his dick jerking him off.

The both of you used your free hand to roam across each other's bodies while your mouth met in another heated kiss, his tongue stroked against yours before he began sucking softly with a moan.

Pre-slick pooled at the tip of his dick adding a little bit of lubrication to the action, the shlick-shlick sound roared in his ear as he added another finger inside you curling and rubbing just the right spot.

It didn't take long for the both of you to move to the backseat with you straddling Satoru, his sweats and boxers pushed down mid-thigh as you rubbed the head between your pussylips teasingly watching him with a smirk. His head rested against the seat staring back.

"You're so pretty." He whispered cupping your cheek before tracing your lips with his thumb letting it slip between them and watching you suck it as you sunk down on him slowly until he bottomed out.

Pretty crystal blue eyes rolled to the back of his head feeling your pussy choke him in a velvet heat that dripped down his shaft and sack making a mess on the leather as you sat still huffing softly.

His hands rested on your hips helping you ride him before moving to your tits, rolling your pert nipples between long fingers as you pressed your palms to the ceiling of the car fucking yourself on him.

Satoru moaned so prettily, soft pants and grunts as you bounced up and down feeling the band in your belly fray until it snapped, your climax coming a lot sooner than usual as you sat down all the way.

He looked down to where you two met thankful you slipped your shorts and panties came off when you moved letting him get a good view of him buried deep inside your gaping cunt that clenched around him tightly making him gasp as you started to move again.

There were no words able to be spoken as you rode out your high drowning Satoru in it as he came in hot thick spurts filling you and creating a sticky mess that almost frothed between your bouncing.

When you finally slowed down you nuzzled your sweaty face into his neck kissing it softly while he massaged your back keeping you close to him riding out both of his highs while kissing you softly.

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[cyberm4n]

You've now filled my head with nothing but Alastor and Lucifer brainrot. Any other sharing thoughts you have for them? (I cannot stop thinking about them, I quite literally thought about them sharing me during my entire 8hr retail shift yesterday)

alastor and lucifer sharing you pt 3!

pt1, pt2

this was highly requested, thank you all for the love <3 im tagging anyone who asked/was fine with it last time but now you can fill out this taglist form to ensure you're tagged for future posts!

tags: @lu-ferri12 @my-anime-garden @princessdreamss @polytheatrix @reaper-of-light-12 @ambi-squirrelly @hazelfoureyes @meggletoomanyfandoms @afernandez21

cw: angst ig?? idk reader is upset cause they keep fighting, general relationship issues for a moment, smut, reader gets eaten out, there's some light praise and condescension i think, alastor has a master kink, alastor discovers he LOVES eating pussy, there's like a weird sexual tension between alastor and lucifer for the majority of this if you squint, the ending is VERY suggestive

other: not 100% happy with formatting on this but i wrote majority of it on a 6 hour flight so like. you win some you lose some. not proofread that well, i kind of ramble at times too but it's fine. 2.1k word count and half of it is formatted in a headcanon cuase, again, lazy 6 hour writing. i also don't use the bolding and coloring that much cause it'd be a lot of work.

left the ending a little open, will probably do a poll tomorrow on if people want me to take this that direction.

■ okay so sex aside i would think outwardly everyone knows you're in a relationship with lucifer at the very least

■ but it's kept lowkey with the other part of the relationship

■ which both are fine with btw

■ lucifer loves pda so he's happy, alastor isn't a fan so it's whatever

■ the public part works out because alastor would genuinely be worried about someone trying to use you to get to him

■ it's bad enough that it's known the king of hell has a new partner, but nobody knowing that if they fuck with you they're fucking with the king of hell AND the radio demon is a silent advantage

■ if anyone knows, it's charlie. but only to the extent of like the fact it's a hinge relationship, everything else she doesn't know and honestly doesn't need to know

■ she's just happy her dad seems happy and is getting along better with alastor

■ i think alastor is the kind to really start caring during the relationship vs. lucifer caring about you deeply before

■ so occasionally alastor will pull you aside, or if no one is watching will just press a quick kiss on your forehead.

■ meanwhile lucifer is always making it known he's in love with you

■ arm around your shoulder, holding your hand, everything

■ again, alastor doesn't really mind unless lucifer decides to be an ass abt it

■ look they still compete with each other sometimes they can't help it

■ then it becomes a game of how much the other can get away with before you either get upset or it's too telling

■ that's the other thing is like, the competing gets really fucking annoying to you

■ we saw them in hells greatest dad it wasn't a want to be a better dad it's just wanting to out do the other

■ and when it transfers to your relationship it gets agitating fast

moving on

■ relationship side alastor isn't as involved with that

■ but if either of them did something that upset you or like there was a lovers quarrel between you and either side it's a big deal to them

■ especially if you're only upset with one half of the hinge

■ cause like, sure, they could compete with each other and purposefully drive you apart

■ but tbh.. both of them lowkey like this arrangement much more than they thought they would

■ so they end up talking to each other about it and figuring out what to do

■ same if you're upset with both

■ not that you're upset often it's just that when you are it's usually cause they crossed a line in their little competition

■ and they hate making their girl feel like a prize to be won :(

■ whatever their solution is, they do it together.

■ show you they can get along, that they both care about you enough

■ you're in your room, a bit of a blow up happened earlier after they got into one of their arguments

■ it's not that you genuinely think theyre using you to get to the other but sometimes with the way they act it's easy to doubt

■ anyways, they both come in, it's late

■ i cry when im frustrated/upset and i think it's a pretty normal reaction, so let's just say you're crying a little

■ they're both immediately at your side, apologizing profusely

■ you've never cried like this before

■ it scares them. alot.

■ for once there's absolutely no competition, the only worry is making you feel better.

■ both sitting next to you on the couch, lucifer murmuring how much he loves you, and how he knows how much alastor cares for you

■ i hate the whole "alastor doesn't understand emotions" thing because he does. he has to, he knows how to read people well.

■ it's just he hasn't ever comforted someone

■ he doesn't know what to do when someone he cares about is upset

■ so he's glad lucifer is here, as alastor just sits at your side nodding along and gently rubbing your back

■ alastor only tunes back in when lucifer offers to give some space for the night, and a little murmur from you agrees but asks they both come to bed that night

■ given its usually only lucifer who actually sleeps in the same bed as you alastor is surprised

■ but lucifer is beckoning him out for some space.

"cmon, we'll be back in an hour yeah?" he chimes from the door, and with a squeeze of your shoulder alastor is out of the door, but he opts to walk along with lucifer. "we gotta do better" lucifer sighs as he walks, not looking over at alastor. he's not accusing alastor, he seems equally disappointed in both of them.

"for her?" alastor adds, and lucifer gives a hum of agreement. "this while ordeal has been quite... stressful as of late, no?" alastor adds, "to our own faults, yes" lucifer murmurs, giving a sigh. alastor nods, and the two men walk in silence for some time, ending up in the parlor, husk far since gone to bed. "want anything?" lucifer pulls alastor back to reality once again, he's standing behind the bar while alastor had been staring off, his mind running with thoughtd of god knows what.

"whiskey, my friend?" alastor suggests, and giving it a considerate thought lucifer pours two glasses. the silence falls over them again, just the sound of the clink of their glasses on the counter.

"so tell me, how do you do it when you pleasure her?" alastor breaks the silence, lucifers eyes dart up to him. thinking for a moment before replying "i don't really think tonight is the time for that—" lucifer says, but in a gentle tone.

"no no, in the morning." alastor says, staring down at his glass. "you two indulge often in the morning, correct?" alastor says, now his eyes uncomfortably on lucifer. Watching as the other man almost pales a little, swallowing thickly.

lucifer immediately falters, giving a sigh. "look it's not— i‐ that's not her fault–" lucifer immediately starts, assuming this is a confrontation. his eyebrows raise as alastor shakes his head. "oh please, if i had problem with it i would have done something" he says, a static crackle echoing through the room. "no, i want to know how you do it when you... when it's just about her. how can i do the same?" alastor asks, and this is even more surprising to lucifer than this whole fucking idea in the first place.

■ so lucifer of course explains some stuff to him, of course it's hard because unless he's done it before it's hard to articulate some of his "moves"

■ i mean lucifer can hardly resist going down on you everytime, he's definitely experienced but it's hard to transfer that knowledge at times

■ but he's impressed alastor even asked

■ so when they return to your room, they're a lot more calmer with each other than before.

■ that night changed a lot between them tbh

■ it's slightly awkward for both of them when everyone gets settled in the bed

■ you're on your back, lucifer on your right side and alastor on the left.

■ they're both holding you to the best of their abilities

■ lucifer gives alastors hand a squeeze before shuffling it to have a better grasp on your waist

■ you all peacefully sleep through the night, not shifting much but it's pretty comfortable

■ is the morning you're mostly cuddled into alastor, which is entirely lucifers doing

■ when you're all awake though alastor gets arguably nervous

■ but you being you, you slump over onto alastors chest, murmuring some affection to him

■ lucifer gives a nod, it's time.

■ he'd honestly probably move to get out of bed, assuming some privacy is wanted

■ but he feels a shadow wrap around his forearm, it's a light pressure

■ alastor shakes his head, mouthing a small "please"

after lucifer processes for a moment what exactly is about to go down, he's okay with that. he settles back in, his eyes on the two of you as alastor tilts your chin up, pressing a kiss to your lips. "my dear, would you mind if i tried something a little different with you?" alastor chimes, and you blink your eyes open again, still a bit sleepy as you give a nod.

he gently maneuvers you on the bed so you're laying on your back, his hands pawing at your sleep shorts and pulling them to your ankles. lucifer watches, honestly a little mezmerized by the whole ordeal. he feels proud in an odd sort of way. “I think our little doe deserves a treat, would you like that?” alastor murmurs as he spreads your thighs open. You take a shaky breath before murmuring some form of agreement, maybe even a little plea.

without further prodigy, alastors finally leans down his tongue swiping down your folds, hands grasping your hips to pull you to his face. your hands go to hold lucifers, but he shakes his head tutting at you. “ah ah, that’s not very polite princess” he chides softly, guiding your hands to alastors hair.

and alastor makes good use of the tips and information lucifer gave him, his tongue plunging into your sweet little hole as his nose bumps your clit. his eyes wander up, making eye contact with you as he eats you out so wonderfully. you tug at his hair and he practically growls in pleasure, opting to change tactics and focus his mouth on your clit while his fingers slide inside you, gently curling into your sweet spot.

and lucifer watches it all, absolutely mesmerized. he doesnt know what it is about watching this but theres something about knowing alastor is doing exactly as told to in this scenario that makes lucifer feel warm. he lets alastor steal the show, doing only minimal work. maybe hes softly cooing praises or gently reminding you to show your appreciation to the one making you feel this good.

as you get close, evident by the murmur that falls past your lips, alastors eyes snap to lucifers for a moment, and he takes a moment to think before understanding. usually when youre close alastor is all over you, telling you to be such a good girl and cum, just slight praises and coaxing. given the fact hes face deep in your sweetness he cant really do that, so that job is up to lucifer now.

“isn’t alastor doing such a good job duckling? you want to make sure he knows how good hes treating you, dont you?” lucifer coos, scooting in behind you on the bed so you stop trying to writhe away. “I think he’d be so disappointed if you didnt cum for him, you think you can do that, hm? you wanna cum all over your masters tongue?” lucifer says directly in your ear, and alastor feels a bit of a warmth in his stomach by being referred to as “master”

when you give a weak moan in response lucifer sighs, shaking his head. “be a good girl now, you can do it little doe” he says which is what sends you toppling over the edge, your hips rutting up into alastors mouth, whiny moans coming from you as alastor desperately licks up your sweet release. this whole thing was quite enjoyable for alstor, but hearing lucifer call you “little doe” his petname for you made him smugly satisfied.

after some aftercare which mostly just involved more cuddling, alastor feels satiated enough to shift to leave, before getting a look from lucifer. he reluctantly stays, feeling as you come to lay at his side once more. lucifer seems to take note of something, giving alastor a nod down, he glances down, seeing the obvious tent in his pants. alastor looks back up, slightly annoyed. a like “yeah, no shit dumbass” kind of look is exchanged.

alastor looks back down at you, pressing a kiss to your forehead as you sigh happily. but alastor tenses as he feels a hand on his knee, shooting a glare to lucifer as he traces his hand up a little. the two meet as and alastor takes a shaky breath as lucifer leans in just a little, breathing out the next few words with a calmness alastor admires:

“just keep cuddling her”

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[homochadensistm]

hi, it seems like i’m late to the discussion so feel free to bury this ask if you’ve moved on. i just really want to share my 2 cents about this topic, because it has been weighing on me lately.

so my gf (lesbian) belongs to a poetry club. i won’t bore you with the details but everyone in the club is a young adult, and it’s not uncommon for the club members to write cringy poems about vulgar shit to be funny. well a couple weeks ago, the weekly topic was odes & tributes, and my gf wrote an Ode to Pussy.

she said everyone liked it, except 2 people who said it was “gross” and exclusionary, because not all women have vaginas. her poem was apparently alienating to trans women, and contributed to the systemic otherization of trans women and transfemmes. when they said that, other people in the club started agreeing with them. the consensus was that it’s OK to have a preference for vaginas, but that anyone who does should keep that to themselves.

my gf apologized, but now she wishes she hadn’t. as for me, i’m really mad about it. it makes me think of straight people who “accept” gay people, but get mad when gay people hold hands, or kiss in public like straight couples do.

not to mention, the whole “genital preference” thing feels like when straight people call homosexuality a Lifestyle. i hate that. it’s not a preference or a lifestyle!! it is a sexual orientation!! we are born this way!!

my gf was literally just writing about her OWN experiences, and what SHE likes. if someone talking about her own experiences bothers you, then that’s a shame, but it’s your responsibility to cope with that. asking gay people to censor themselves when talking about their own experiences, because someone might be emotionally hurt by it, is extremely entitled.

sorry for the wall of text. i ended up ranting haha. anyway, thanks, i needed to get this off my chest.

Yeah dude thats exactly what Im talking about when I say that ppl no longer view others as human beings but rather as Things that can be Reshaped to be more AcceptableTM (just like str8 ppl censoring gays in the early 2000s). It really irks me and what ur gf experienced is something a lot of my friends also experienced, though not in a poetry club but in local lgbt activity groups. It really is fucking insane and Im not surprised at all by the wave of weird radfems who obsess over pussy that we can see in the last uuuh 5yrs or so. Its crazy to think what a minority of insecure narcissists can do to an entire movement lmao

I recommend writing more funny vaj poems btw troll them to hell and back queen

#lgbt

[peppermint-toads]

Hello! I just had an idea

If you’re comfortable can you write something where it’s poly marauders x fem!reader and the reader doesn’t like degrading and they don’t know that and degrade her during sex and after she gets upset?

Absolutely love your writing btw!❤️❤️

cw: poly marauders x fem! reader, degradation, cursing, crying, piv sex, nipple play, reader has established safe word, angst

an: i wrote this really late last night just pretend it’s good

You were splayed out on your back with James by your head, Sirius between your legs, and Remus fondling your tits.

“Feels so good, puppy,” Sirius praised as he filled you up over and over again. Three pairs of hands were caressing your flesh, pleasuring you in ways you never thought possible. Remus rolled your nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, kissing around your sensitive bud. You could feel his hot breath tickling your soft skin. James’ touch was sickeningly sweet, stroking your cheek gently.

You could’ve sworn you were in another dimension, pleasure this good was too impossible. You had to be dreaming. You closed your eyes and allowed ecstasy to take over your entire body.

When out of nowhere, “Taking me so well, just like the dumb little slut you are.” Sirius grunted, his cock still disappearing inside your cunt. Your eyes flew open, “A w-what?” Your voice was drowned out by the sounds of skin slapping against skin and strained groans. Dumb? Slut? No, no, that wasn’t right. You waited for him to correct himself, but he never did.

Desperately, you carded your fingers through Remus’ hair, pulling him from your breast. “Rem, please, tell me I’m a good girl, tell me I’m your good girl.” You pleaded. He tsk’d, “No, puppy, that wouldn’t be very honest of me, now would it?” He gave you a look of fabricated sorrow, pouting mockingly.

Your mind was reeling. Did Sirius really think you were a slut? Did they all think that? Maybe the whole school did, you couldn’t tell through your bleary mindset.

“I-I’m sorry!” You choked out, breasts bouncing as Sirius continued pounding into you.

“Aw, that’s our pathetic whore.” James cooed, still caressing your features. You were so confused by the conflicting nature of his tone and the vile words that spilled from the usually sweet boy’s mouth. “Jamesie, you too?” Tears spilled from the corners of your eyes, rolling down the sides of your face and into your hair.

“I’m gonna — fuck! — fill up this dirty pussy.” Sirius’ grip was harsh on your hip bones, suddenly all too crushing. “You’ve been so bad, mutt, been such a filthy girl.” Remus breathed against your skin, contributing to your quickly crumbling mindset.

Sirius stilled inside you, his balls nestled against your bum as he painted your womb with his spend. He rolled off of you, exhaling harshly in an attempt to catch his breath. Remus trailed a final line of sloppy kisses up to your clavicle, his spit glistening in the low light of his dorm. You pushed away from all three boys, sitting up on the mattress.

You needed to get away from them, too embarrassed and ashamed to remain in their presence any longer. Stumbling from James’ bed, you made a straight path towards the bathroom. You turned on the shower and slunk to the floor.

Your hands cupped your face as you began hiccuping into them. Your small tears crescendoed into violent sobs, and you silently hoped the shower was enough to dull the sounds of your wailing.

The flowing water did nothing to hide your sorrow. The boys could hear you through the thin door that separated you.

“I’ll go,” James said decidedly, as he was probably the boy with the most sensitive nature.

He rapped gently on the door, “Love? Can you let me in, please?” You knew you could either let him in, or he would unlock it himself with one simple word. Deciding you needed the control, you cracked the wooden door open, only one of your eyes becoming visible to him. He squeezed through the door with your permission.

“Jamesie,” you sniffled, wiping your tears away on your arm. He grabbed you by your upper arms, guiding you to sit on the toilet lid. He was kneeling quickly, hands finding familiar places on your cheeks. “What is it, my love?” You gave him a pitiful smile. “You guys don’t want me anymore,” your lips quivered. “Siri-Sirius said I’m a slut, and Rem said I was bad.” You broke down at the end of your sentence, slinking down to your knees in front of James. Your arms wrapped around his neck in search of comfort, despite deciding he didn’t love you.

“A-and you, you think I-I’m a p-pathet-ic whore!” You wailed into his bare chest, snot and tears smearing onto his skin. “No, angel, you’ve got it all wrong, promise.” He rubbed small circles onto your back, shushing you softly. “Want me t’go get them?” You didn’t answer, but James wasn’t looking for one, anyway. He slipped out of your grasp to lean out of the bathroom, “Boys, in here, now! And bring her some clothes for Merlin’s sake.”

Sirius and Remus appeared seconds later, Sirius with two shirts in hand. “Want yours or mine, puppy?” You pointed to his shirt, and he helped it over your mussed tresses. “There we go, poppet. All better.” Remus said softly, sinking to the ground where you sat. “Sit on my lap?” Remus patted his thighs and you crawled to him. “Y-you think I’m ba-ad.”

“No,” Remus frowned. “Didn’t mean that, you’re our perfect girl, hm?”

Sirius hummed in agreement, turning off the running shower. He smoothed your damp hair from your face, sighing. “Am I a good girl now, Si?” You whimpered. He scooped you from the tile, forearms supporting your bum as your legs wrapped around his waist.

“You’re always a good girl, you see. The things we were saying- we didn’t mean them. It was supposed to make you feel good.”

“Didn’t like it, Si.” You spoke into his neck.

“Sh, sh, we know that now. It’ll never happen again, yeah?” You nodded, his bare shoulder cold against your cheek. “You’re cold,” you muttered, and Sirius smiled.

“C’mon, precious girl, let’s get you to bed.” Remus was behind you now with a hand placed on your lower back.

“Who d’you want to sleep with, sweetheart.” Remus’ voice was low and sweet, soothing your every worry.

“Jamesie,” you were tired, and it reflected in your tone, barely loud enough for Sirius to hear.

James gave a cocky grin to Remus behind your back, knowing he’d have bragging rights for the next few days, and he hauled you off to bed.

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[luvdsc]

Ok so listen . Miss Cat . Okay . I just finished pussy blocked (FINALLY) aft my immune system gave me a goddamn break . Fk . Alright . I need a breather . Cos uve literally reduced me into a speechless breathless mess like . Okay . U rly wrote it up in a way that was incredibly beautiful and poetic, but at the same time u managed to capture the nuances of the emotions involved in the narratives/experiences involved in the story so darn poignantly n accurately it makes me cry .

U also somehow managed to pull us from that whole chaos of a hurricane into the eye of the hurricane (see wt i did there ? Ok) in the end, transforming this fic from just angst into some dazzling coming of age literary work encouraging its reader to go through the common motions of life: pain, acceptance, and with time, growth. Yea u made a commitment phobe once agn look at the beauty of just pure love n yearn for the possibilities that can happen (aha) . I say, what an Amazing Feat .

Ngl ive said this to u millions of times before but girlie u rly just straight up ghostwrote my experiences how dare u but also thank u and i love u . U the writing mvp . I sincerely hope u nvr stop writing . (in whatever form) bc this beauty deserves to be retained in this world alright !!!! Cheesy but true . Thank u for making me cry with ur fics agn .

*straight up wrote a retelling thing of my experience . Damn . U knw wt i meant . Fic so good got me brain all janky

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Haha tysm ti ! 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻

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LMAO ok anyway let’s move onto my real response to queen ti !!!! 💓💓💓  i hope your immune system is thriving and doing good now kajsfas and i too need a breather because your message (and entire goddess existence 💕) has reduced em into a speechless breathless mess 😭  you’re saying so many nice things about my writing and my heart just did a thing !!!! like it skipped a beat, did somersaults and cartwheels, swelled 1982349082134x bigger omg i’m sooo happy that you like my writing style and that you thought i captured the emotions well like i tried really hard to put more thought and personal feelings into this fic than i have in any of my other fics 🤧💖

i see the hurricane reference 👀 funny story, i was trying to figure out a poetic way to describe jeno and yn to make a better impact with the climax of the story and i literally just googled “can there be two hurricanes at the same time” and “is there a word for two hurricanes crashing” LOL askdjfhalksjfd you described my fic so nicely omg i might cry 😭😭💞  i call it an indecisive fuckgirl fic, but you really called it a coming of age work that encapsulates life’s choices and aspects 🤧💟💟💟  asihflawushdfaks just like when you told me this about sweeter than honey, i am once again so honored that my writing has made you feel this way about love 🥺🥺💗💗

also the ghostwriting part omg ma’am you don’t know how happy i am to know that you jsut get me, yknow?? like i can talk about literally any experience and you’re like yes. same i know how you feel bUT YOU ACTUALLY DO KNOW EXACTLY HOW I FEEL???? wow is this what soulmates feel like ahsdfkljasd the universe knew we’d be too powerful together so they put us on separate sides of the world 🤧  but we still managed to become friends which btw !!! is also so interesting because i was gonna shut down this blog in march 2020 since my life got too busy but that plan was shot down because of the pandemic. and then you started reading and being active on tumblr because of the pandemic too and now look where we are 💞💞  ok anyway enough of my rambling and back to my original point - when i was writing pussy blocked and discussing it, you understood yn and me so perfectly because like i said, you just get it ajksfhs i was terrified that people were gonna hate my yn character whom i hold so closely to my heart and this was me stepping out of my comfort zone (aka bff2l fluff fics), but you related to yn and encouraged me so thank you so much for that, miss ti ilysm this fic wouldn’t have been completed without you 💗💗 ilysm queen ti and i also hope you never stop creating art !!!!! i’ll always be your biggest fan, i would literally cover the walls of my future apartment with all your pretty paintings and drawings and fill my book shelves with your poetry 🤍🌷✨

#asks #m88n #flowers #fic: pussy blocked

[xoluvx]

Uhmm.. Excuse me?! Your fratboy!Tom fic gave me too many feels and I'm like?!?! SHOOOCKETH My imagination went in all the wrong places and I blame you! Lol Btw can you help me out and write something about the whole gang going to the beach/pool and reader is being a brat and Tom had enough and throws her on his shoulder and slaps her ass ? And reader likes it *too* much and later begs him to do more?!

Glad you enjoyed fratboy!Tom 😂I had so many feels just thinking about it. Writing it was oof - something else. 

Also, I love this concept!!! Been thinking about it all day. Of course, I went awwwff and wrote 1.8K. Oops. I hope you enjoy, though. 

"Do you want some, Tommy?” you cooed licking the popsicle in your hand. Your tongue was fully exposed as you savored the flavor of the cool treat. It was melting quickly and some of the sticky liquid had fallen to your hand. 

You were quick with your tongue, licking your hand clean before returning to the popsicle slurping it clean. Tom watched you. His gaze was intense, jaw clenched watching you lick the popsicle just like you did to his dick. 

He squirmed and you clapped in your head, knowing your plan was working. You were enjoying a fun summer day by the pool with some of his cast mates and friends. But all you wanted to do was take Tom to the bedroom and fuck his brains out. Cause let’s be honest, the way he looked in those swim trunks was making your body tingle in all the right places. 

“You sure you don’t want some, babe?” you asked again waving the popsicle in his face before taking the entire thing in your mouth. His eyes bulged a little watching your actions and he wished that was his dick instead. But he resisted the urge to take you right there and then. 

Instead, he brought his body down pulling you over his shoulder. He was done with your bratty behavior. He knew what you were trying to do and he wasn’t going to cave. You were going to have a nice day by the pool with friends, goddamn it. And with that, he let his hand fall on to back of your thigh right at the rim of your ass. 

You gasped a little, your popsicle falling out of your hand as you clung to Tom’s back. The action was unexpected. Not the carrying you over his shoulder, but the slap. He’d never done that before. And you... liked it.

That night you were taking a shower, exhausted from the heat mixed with the countless hours spent in the pool. The cool water running down you body felt nice, but you couldn’t shake the thought of Tom slapping your ass earlier that day. 

Yeah, he’d done it jokingly. You had been a brat, teasing him until he had enough. But the way his palm curved around your ass. The firm grasp and feel was different and exciting and you just wanted to feel it again. 

You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the rustling of the curtain. Tom stood outside. You’d almost forgotten he said he was going to join after saying goodbye to everyone. You blinked the water out of your eyes turning to him. 

“Everyone leave?” you asked shivering from the cool air coming in. Tom stepped in, moving you slightly so that you both fit comfortably under the water. 

“Z and Haz stayed.” He responded grabbing the bottle of shampoo. He lathered his hair, his eyes closed. You hummed nodding your head. Typical, they were always the two lazy people who always felt at home and crashed on your couch, or the inflatable bed you and Tom had bought for guests aka them. 

You brought your fingers up to Tom’s hair helping him. He sighed contently feeling your fingers massaging his scalp. A small moan escaped his lips and you felt the tingling between your legs. 

“Rinse,” you instructed pulling your fingers away trying to resist the urge to slam him against the wall and suck his soul out of his body. You and Tom were always careful when it came to having sex while guests stayed over. Out of respect. Kinda. You just didn’t want to get roasted if they heard the noises that came out your or his mouth. 

Tom grabbed your waist pushing you from the shower head so he could rinse. His fingers were burning through your skin and you just couldn’t contain yourself any longer. When the shampoo had been rinsed from his head, you wrapped your arms around his shoulders bringing your face close to his ear. 

“Baby...” you whined pushing your breasts up against his chest. Tom moaned letting his hands fall to your lower back and you just wished he would reach a little louder and slap your ass like he’d done earlier. 

“Someone’s a little needy today. Don’t think I forgot about earlier.” You blushed profusely thinking of the popsicle incident. Yeah, you’d been horny as fuck, but now you were craving a whole new feeling. You just didn’t know how to bring it up. 

Your lips brushed against his ear, before letting your tongue lick the shell of his ear. “Baby, can you do something for me?” you purred kissing the soft skin under his ear. Tom nodded his head eagerly, thinking you were going to ask him to fuck you against the wall. 

“Don’t laugh.” you whined pulling away to look at his face. Tom smirked, biting his lip. 

“Can you slap my ass ... please?” You buried your face in his neck again, sucking on his sweet spot. You didn’t want him to see your face because you were certain he would see how embarrassing your request was. 

But Tom didn’t fuss. He didn’t laugh. He just brought his hands down to your ass, cupping the soft skin before raising his left hand. He let it fall on your skin with a sharp smack and you moaned into his neck. Your pussy was throbbing from the small action and you loved the sting of the slap. 

Tom rubbed the area before lifting his right hand and smack. You moaned again tilting your head back. The pleasure was overwhelming. 

Tom played with your ass, squeezing it, jiggling it between fingers before bringing his hand down on each cheek again. You felt your knees go weak from the repeated actions and you needed him now more than earlier. 

“Fuck me, Tom. Please” you begged as your lips clumsily met his. Tom’s hand grasped your hips meeting your lips repeated before turning you around. 

He bent you down, your hands reaching for the cold surface of the shower wall. Tom’s hand roamed your back, reaching under to give your breasts a quick squeeze before returning to your ass. He massaged your ass gently, one hand reaching for his member.

He teased your core, sliding his cock between your folds before gently pushing himself in. You squirmed from the feeling.

When Tom had filled you up, you felt his hand rubbing the soft skin of your ass before gently tapping it. This slap much more gentle than the ones before. 

You felt him move, his hips thrusting into you. He was slow at first, but quickly picked up the pace when he saw your fingernails digging into the wall. He pulled you by the shoulder, arching your back intensifying the feeling of being in you. He was so deep, he thought he’d get lost in your pussy. But he’d be lying if he said that wouldn’t be the perfect place to get lost. 

You moaned his name repeatedly, letting him know how much you were enjoying this. You weren’t expecting his hand to come down on your ass, yet again. At this point, you lost your shit. You couldn’t think straight anymore. His cock pounding into you, the slaps on your ass and the grip he had on your shoulder were too much for you. You felt so close to your high. You legs were shaking and you could hardly stand up. 

It didn’t help that Tom was urging you to scream his name. To let him know how you felt right now. Asking if you liked it when he slapped your ass and then smack he’d let his hand fall on it. 

Your toes curled as you felt the shock of your orgasm rush through your body, Tom following close behind. You were gasping for air when Tom pulled out of you. His hands wrapping around your breasts holding you close. 

“You liked that?” he asked catching his breath. You nodded early, thanking him. 

“We can try it more often,” he purred kissing your cheek. You hummed letting your body fall into his chest. “Lets get you cleaned up,” he whispered grabbing the loofah and body wash. 

The rest of your shower was consumed with Tom doing everything for you. As your legs were still shaking and you were still on cloud 9. He lathered your body with the foamy substance. Gently scrubbing. It was nice. 

When you were done with your shower, you’d come down to the kitchen searching for a snack. Tom followed close behind and he admired the way your ass moved under his shirt. He couldn’t help but reach out, giving you a quick tap. 

“Tom..” you whined turning back to look at him. “We have company,” you whispered motioning towards the living room. 

Tom chuckled, a cocky smile on his face. “That’s not what you were saying earlier.” 

You rolled your eyes opening the fridge, searching for something to munch on. 

“Worked up an appetite?” Zendaya entered the kitchen. She had an ‘I’m not judging’ look on her face. Tom looked like a deer caught in headlights as Harrison joined Zendaya. 

“I am.” he said eyeing the two of you. 

“Were you being a naughty girl, y/n?” He joked shoving Zendaya, who couldn’t contain her laughter anymore. They had clearly heard what went down and worse, they had talked about it. 

Your cheeks were burning, as you heard Tom scoff. He tried retaliating, but he couldn’t think of a good comeback. Zendaya and Haz laughed even louder just watching how flustered he was. 

Zendaya raised her arms in defense, “Nothing wrong with a little punishment.”

You shut your eyes. This is what you get for wanting to try something new. 

Well, it was actually all Tom’s fault for showing you what else he could do with those hands. 

“I think maybe we’ll go for round 2″ Tom teased, grabbing your hand forgetting why you came down to the kitchen in the first place. Zendaya and Haz scoffed.

“Yeah. And can you slap my ass again, baby?” you cooed bringing a hand to his cheek, petting him softly before planting a kiss on the soft skin. Tom blushed, licking his lips. Where did this confidence come from? You don’t know, but you loved the way it turned Tom on. His hand falling on your ass before gripping it tightly. 

“Get a room,” Haz scoffed. 

You stuck your tongue out, a very horny and flustered Tom following behind you. He slammed the door shut before pushing you down on the bed.

“If I’d known you would get this turned on from slapping your ass, I would have done it ages ago.” He confessed crashing his lips on yours. You moaned into the kiss bringing your hand down to his ass. Slapping it gently through his flannel pajama bottoms. 

A throaty moan escaped his lips and he pulled away to see a small smirk on your face. “Looks like you like it, too.” You teased. 

#tom holland #tom holland x you #tom holland x reader #tom holland x y/n #tom holland blurb #tom holland smut #tom holland request #tom holland fic

[melancholy-joj]

Undo - Matty Healy smut imagine

Summary: I’m not even gonna bother, this is just smut, no plot, just smut. ;)

Warnings: dirty talk, swearing, I guess a bit of a praise kink, oral (male receiving)

Words: 1655

Ships: Matty Healy x fem!reader

Requested(?): yes! I’m really sorry for the wait, I wrote it then scrapped it then wrote it again, and it’s still not long enough. Hopefully you’ll enjoy it :)

“Could you do a Matty smut with a lot of dirty talk ?? Love your work btw <3”

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His mouth moved with hers as they joined together in a heated kiss, their fingers nimbly pulling at the fabric held on their bodies, something that highly annoyed the both of them and they wanted off. His hands encircled her waist as soon as her shirt had been taken away from her chest, head dipping down to press kisses down the length of her neck, his slacks getting tighter and tighter after hearing every gasp and little moan that fell from her lipstick-stained lips.

He loved this side of her, he loved it when she would just let everything go and focus on him, her husband, the love of her life. She hadn’t been with him for a couple of weeks, with Matty working on a new album and y/n working long hours, they had no time on their hands for each other. But that was before he decided to let them have their much needed break, that was admittedly pushed back quite a bit from their schedules being so tight.

“You getting wet for me, baby? Hm?” He breathed, reaching down towards the waist band of the jeans she was wearing, nudging the fabric to the side and pushing his fingers under. The tips of his fingers ghosted over the wet patch that had formed in the short amount of time, his tongue fanning out over his bottom lip, teeth starting to nip at the softer patches of skin he had access to. “Who did this to you, babe. Tell me who made you this wet,” She audibly whimpered at his words, looking like a fish out of water as she attempted to keep her composure, trying so hardly to not let her voice shake, but the way his hand cupped her core made a breathy moan tumble its way from the confines of her throat. His lips parted near her ear, teasingly blowing hot air onto her neck before he spoke up. “Words,” one simple word. One simple word that made her knees buckle and her legs start to give way, hands clutching onto his biceps for dear life, loving the way he spoke to her, the way he got her so riled up in such a short time. “You,” she swallowed, “you made me this wet, Matty,” the corner of his mouth rose up into a smirk, thumbs unbuttoning her shorts and pulling them down her legs with a quick tug. His lips trailed over her shoulders, hands groping at her breasts, squeezing them firmly in his calloused hands whilst his tongue trailed up her neck making a shiver run down her spine. “That’s my girl,” with shaking hands, she wrapped her arms around his shoulders, keeping herself up as she began to give in to submission. “Feel how hard you’re making me, baby,” he groaned, hand guiding hers to the obvious bulge in his slacks, inhaling deeply through his nose as she palmed him through the material. “M’so hard for you,” she whimpered, feeling his cock twitch in her hand as her fingertips traced the outline. His hands fell from hers, pulling his shirt off his back, muscles clenching, smirking to himself when watching her lips part at his shirtless chest, running her palms down his hot flesh, tongue swiping over her lip as she thought of all the things he would do to her. “On your knees, babe,” she nodded enthusiastically, stumbling to the floor, her knees holding all her weight. She hooked her fingers into his trousers, pulling them down and watching him step out of them, throwing the fabric behind her with a scowl as if it disgusted her in some way. He smiled at her eagerness, mumbling out a barely audible “pretty girl” as she kissed his thighs lovingly, hazy eyes looking up at him for approval, waiting for him to nod before pulling his boxers down. She watched in awe, his cock springing free from the material, tip an angry red, just aching to be touched, to have her tongue swiped over it. Her thighs involuntary clenching together at the sight of his length, her mouth watering, wanting him so badly in her mouth. “Go ahead, baby girl. Wrap your pretty lips around my cock,” she leaned forward, wrapping a hand around his base, licking a stripe up the length of his erection, her tongue swiping over the bulging vein that ran across it. She lapped at his tip, collecting all of the pre-cum that had dribbled down, the both of them moaning at the contact. “That’s it, that feel so fucking good,” his head tipped back, but soon snapped back to her, wanting to watch her every move, the sight of her mouth on him made his head reel and his lip bleed from how hard his teeth had been clamped down onto it. She circled her tongue around the head before sinking her mouth down onto him, taking him down her throat like a good girl, her gag reflex kicking in, but the sight made Matty’s legs shake from how hot it looked from his angle. His hands held her head in place before snapping his hips up into her mouth, tears sprang to the corners of her eyes as his cock rammed down her throat, the action starting to cause her throat to burn but the sight of his face in complete bliss made something inside of her tingle and she couldn’t help but to hum around him, causing vibrations to run along his shaft.

His cock began to throb, twitching inside of her mouth, still getting impossibly harder with every snap of his hips and every time her throat would swallow around him.

Her eyes began to water, tears streaming down her cheeks as the urge to breathe covered her mind like a blanket. With a couple taps to his thigh, he pulled away, lifting her up from the floor as she gasped for air, a string of spit falling from her mouth, crudely wiping it with the back of her hand making his jaw drop and his eyes squeeze shut, the want of taking her right there and then consuming his thoughts. “Lay on the bed for me, sweetheart,” he swallowed, the sight of her naked body making his cock jerk up, rushing after her and kneeling between her thighs. “You looked so fucking pretty sucking my dick, baby,” he growled, groping at her skin and kissing his way down her body. “M’gonna make you feel so good, babe. M’gonna fuck you so hard, make you scream my name, make you cum so good,” he mumbled into her skin, fingers tweaking her nipples, face between her thighs as he gave a teasingly long lick to her pussy, tongue barely grazing her clit as he sat back up. A whine left her throat, her hips thrashing about on the mattress as he wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling her closer to him, running his length along her folds, teasingly slapping her clit before lining himself up with her opening. With a few quick tugs, his pushed himself inside of her, inch by inch, the delicious burn of being stretched out making her let out incoherent babbles, to which made Matty moan out a few expletives. “You feel so fucking tight, baby girl. So tight even when you take my cock every night,” she whimpered at his words, his hips rocked, forming a proper rhythm. His arms supported his weight above her as he pounded himself back and forth. His speed had gotten increasingly faster, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder; just the way she liked it.

Her breasts bounced with every little movement, the feeling of his girth brushing against her walls made her tighten around him, something Matty found extremely pleasurable. “Do that again, princess. Do that again,” he clenched his eyes shut, rhythm breaking for a second from the feeling such a simple action made. “S-such a good girl,” he groaned, swallowing thickly before craning his neck downwards, lips connecting with hers, tongues dancing erotically, the feeling so good. So, so good.

Her legs connected at the ankles around his back, hands somehow reaching his backside, squeezing the flesh there making his hips buck up. He hummed in her neck, fingers toying with her bundle of nerves, squeezing and stimulating her to the near edge. It didn’t take long for him to hit that special spot inside of her, a sharp intake of breath and a few whines falling from her lips. “That your spot, babe? Right there, yeah?” Throaty groans escaped the confines of his throat as his hips jutted into her, wanting so badly to let go, chasing his release to oblivion that was just so close.

With his rhythm getting sloppy, and her pussy clenching around him, his orgasm was near. “I want you to cum for me, baby. Let go. That’s it, babe, cum around my cock,” her gasps and pleads of his name bounced off the walls, fingernails digging into the skin on his back as she milked his cock, the feeling in the pit of her stomach releasing entirely. “Cum for me, Matty,” she mumbled into his shoulder, teeth clamping down onto a patch of skin, still sensitive from her release, hips bucking and toes curling, fingers shaking and lips parting. “M’cumming, baby. M’cumming for you,” he breathed, hips stilling, cock twitching as he came. Hard.

Her name fell from his lips along with incoherent babbles, neck settled into the crook of her neck as he painted her with his cum, the beautifully erotic feeling of his warmth simmering through her making her let out an involuntary moan. “So good, princess. You’re so good to me,” his fingers framed her face, hands cupping her cheeks as he brung her into a softer, innocent kiss, filled with everything they felt for each other in the moment.

“God, babe. When did I get so lucky?”

#the 1975 #matty healy x reader smut imagine #matty healy x reader smut #matty healy x reader imagine #matty healy x reader #matty healy imagine #matty healy smut imagine #matty healy smut #matty healy the 1975 #matty healy #adam hann #george daniel #ross macdonald

[wendynerdwrites]

For the record, I am NOT an Emilia Clarke stan AT ALL BUT

...Making fun of her for losing the Emmy is fucking asinine. Look, I’m not thrilled with some of the stuff she says either. I have made that clear. I was literally mocking something she said the other day. But she cherished the fuck out of Daenerys as a character and had that character destroyed. And anyone who wants to argue that the writing for Dany was good can eat my ass. I have made it very clear how I think Dany is nowhere near the hero people think she is, but I’m not going to pretend that the show didn’t make almost every wrong decision regarding her characterization for several seasons. The writing Emilia had for seasons assured her that she was playing an altruistic liberator and feminist icon. They left out almost all of the overtly questionable shit Dany did in the books and internal strife and then all the awful shit she did in the show was framed as “YAS QUEEN!” BS or didn’t have their actual implications and circumstances addressed at all. So yeah, I do kind of get where Clarke has been coming from. On top of that, they had Daenerys get murdered via embrace with her lover, had her “choose fear” over being spurned by a man, and had her replaced by an “emotionless” dude who was left out of an ENTIRE SEASON OF THE SHOW. So yes, sorry guys, but there was a TON of sexism surrounding Dany’s writing.

The whole show has been soaked in misogyny for a long ass time and Daenerys is no exception. Does it annoy me that Clarke was defending that bullshit until it was her character that went down? Sure. I totally think she says things that are questionable at best and are loaded with double standards. No question. But she fucking loved Daenerys for a lot of VERY good reasons. And she is hardly pulling her feelings from her ass. The fact that Daenerys was a feminist character screwed over by shitty, sexist writing is a pretty popular (and fairly defensible, to an extent) take, especially for show-only people. Thousands upon thousands of people agree with her and she is far from the only person saying such things, okay? So of COURSE she is going to add her voice to that discourse.

Is Dany’s storyline just sexism? Hell no. I’ve met many Dany stans who have admitted she is a tyrant well before season 8. But that doesn’t mean that she wasn’t an extremely important character and to pretend that Emilia Clarke, of all people, doesn’t have more reason than anyone (save for maybe GRRM) to be salty and unhappy about how she was written is absurd. And while it wasn’t “just” sexism, there was a shitload of it in there regardless.

I know some people are going to say, “Well, she can feel whatever she likes, but to say so publicly is unprofessional”. Alright, fine, but then you have to apply that same standard to Kit Harington calling the final season “Disappointing” and saying that his response to season 8 was to not even watch it. You have to apply that standard to Peter Dinklage mocking the shit out of D&D and season 8. You have to take Ian McElhinney to task for going public about how he literally wrote a letter to D&D back in season 4 about killing off Barristan. But no one does. I wonder what those other actors have in common.... hmmm...

Emilia Clarke was just given the scripts she was given. And she poured her heart and soul into that character. Daenerys Targaryen MADE HER as an actress. She spent a third of her damn lifespan playing Daenerys. Not just the scenes we saw on screen, but countless hours of multiple takes, filming deleted footage, rehearsing, table-reading, memorizing lines, costume fittings, makeup, effects work, screen tests, press, award shows... Imagine spending eight years of your life being told “YAS QUEEN! FEMINIST ICON!” doing all these iconic moments where your character frees slaves, makes grand speeches about destroying evil men and leading people, then in the final hour being told “BTW, your character is a mass-murdering psycho now. Go study speeches by the most evil men in history to rehearse.”

You think, with Clarke’s schedule, that she has time to consider all the implications and obvious consequences of everything Daenerys does? She doesn’t write or direct the show. She has to devote all her energy to portraying the character in the script. And she was doing this despite the fact that during the run of the show, her brain nearly exploded twice. Like, literally. She survived two aneurysms and had to undergo painful treatments and surgeries, had to process all of that trauma and then go back to work as if nothing was amiss.

So excuse her for maybe being pissed that the rug was ripped out from under her regarding a character she was so devoted to.

Talking about it does not warrant losing an Emmy. She wasn’t saying anything that countless other people weren’t. You don’t have to agree with her, but mocking her for it is fucking gross.

Also: The Emmy’s are complete horseshit. The actresses on GoT are ALWAYS shafted at them, and always have been. You want proof? Lena Headey, the best damn actor on the show (sorry Dinklage fans, but I feel like he got really tired of his character --- for very good reasons--- after season 5 and he seemed like he was sort of phoning it in in seasons 6-8. By the very high Dinklage standards, anyways. Not that he wasn’t good, he was, but not season 1-5 good. You could see his frustration with the writing on his face. Meanwhile Lena was consistent throughout the whole show, and I will put Cersei’s best moments up against Tyrion’s any day), has nothing. Lena Headey doesn’t have an Emmy for playing Cersei. You know what part of GoT DOES have Emmy’s? The episode with the line, “You want the good girl, but you need the bad pussy”, for writing. Seasons 5 and 8, for Best Drama. Consider that for several seconds. So pretending that the Emmy’s has anything to do with merit or “professionalism” is delusional AF.

I don’t find it funny that Emilia lost. Granted, I don’t really have strong feelings on her winning or losing, because seriously, fuck the Emmys (I also don’t have strong feelings about shows and actors I love like Marvelous Mrs. Maisel, Fleabag, Alex Borstein and Phoebe Waller-Bridge winning because once again, fuck the Emmys). But I definitely have strong feelings about people mocking her for it. It’s stupid, unfair, and gross.

And for Sophie/Sansa stans joining in: Sophie lost too. And congratulations, you are now in the same league as people who make fun of Sophie over Dark Phoenix bombing. Feel good about yourselves?

#emilia clarke #daenerys targaryen #game of thrones #the emmys

[raguna-blade]

Revolutionary Girl Utena 4-7

Hm...Not quite as clean as last time, but hey. Less stewing, for better or worse. And God, shit just keeps happening.

Episode 4

Opening 10000@ chunked full of meaning. Similarly, lacking context for any of it right now, so that's s for later,  .

Still trying to get over the bit where the two are in armor and look like they're about to come to blows before going in the same direction though.

Express the eternal beauty huh.

Also, Nanami you trfling what are you....

Woman can put her logic on a man huh...? Odd, but ok.

It's kinda amazing how much folks be putting on Anthy and not people who are actually, you know, who are actually to blame. Gotta get that Rose Bride who does....uh...Something. Girlfriend(?), Muse, Key to reVOLUTION???? Little talk o anthy. For literally everyone so far.

Though Miki at least seems to acknowledge her a bit.

When's Nanami's turn to fight.

Shadow Girls gonna make us feel mad dumb later. Feelin it.

Nanami jesus christ chill the fuck out. The most trifling bullshit I swear. Petty bullshit. Mind, Middle schooler so.

Ok, hey, that's a FUCK ton of snails. Like goddamn. Named them...? Uh... Uhhhhhhhh.

THAT IS A WHOLE ASS SNAKE WHOA HEY WAIT A MINUTE. Garter Snake but.

Makin the maxuse of those repeat frames and text.

Also, all night for the snake...?

An...Octopus....?

AN OCTOPUS? WHAT THE FUCK. YES NANAMI

A ballooon?

Miki, you literally know nothing about her.

Nanami soul crushed. Chuchu just..Trollin.

Seriously though, Anthy and animals that a thing?

Nananmi actually asking a relevant question. Why DOES everyone like Anthy so much out of nowhere? She's cute, but she's kinda reclusive so...?

Where'd Anthy learn that song? Didn't Miki write it...? Also, homeboy's sister? Found your shining thing huh?

Ending Also Clearly has some meaning that I'm not quite getting. Rose Bride Utena is...Kinda weird. Feels wrong? Gotta sit down with the lyrics for op and ending though. But yeah, both them rose brides feels...Odd. And it seems to be mirroring? So that's strange.

Do it for Miki's sake? Right and not for hers...?

Episode 5

Huh. Shadow Girls share VA with the teaming masses of school girls. Also, the budget for these fight scenes.

Why is it always the same three girls btw?

Does the Entire senior Student council just talk in riddles? Saionji was pretty straightforward but he's a dumbass apparently.

Awkward Confusing smiles abound. And this damn monkey again. I don't even dislike him he's just there. And those eyes.....

Wrote a famous song...? Uhhhhh. Sibs huh.

Destroyed the garden own hands? Miki did you do something to your sister? Oh hey caged bird little girl? Sure it's nothing.

And he left her (of no choice of his own cause fucking measles) sis got traumatized, and now idolizing that memory and his sister?

Is she dead or something? Have you talked with her? Also, where the hell...

WHAT ARE YOU IN LOVE WITH MIKI?

Utena: Please be a person Anthy I fucking beg you. This duel bullshit is dumb.

Anthy: Ok, but I'm your bride. I am down with this system my girl.

SHELL BREAKING. Wait a second, does this elevator thing happen right before every duel or revelation?

Are there only- hold up, dissolve the student council. Hey good on you Miki.

Miki: Aint this gonna fuck something up for people.

Touga: Aight, but hey if you feel it fuck the system kid.

Miki, just ignoring his sis and...what's with the dishevelment. Was she...? Piano room's not for HOLY SHIT WAS SHE FUCKING TOUGA

Sis looks just like you, But you're cuter. Uhhhhhhhhhhh

Touga, Only the winner get's to do what they want. And I banged your sister who you seem to hate, y u mad.

Miki: My sis used to look cute as an angel. You look like an angel btw

Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Anthy: *BLANK EMPTY LOOK” OF COURSE I'LL STOP IF SHE TELLS ME I AM THE ROSE BRIDE

Touga: INCREASINGLY NUDE: Hey, REMEMBER THE ROSE BRIDE SHIT I JUST TOLD YOU. YOU GOTTA BE BUFF TO HAVE THE BRIDE BRUH

Two Steps: Miki I will Trash the System Touga Interrupt Fuck, I guess I gotta fight Utena in this barbaric bullshit. Due Time.

SHADOW GALS APPROVE PIRACY. Also, What do you want.

Dat Absolute Destiny Yeahhhhhhhh Settin the Mood. Someone's about to get Some kind of REVELATION. From DIOS. Or some such. Actually, Dios is pretty close to god (I may be super wrong here) but the possibly flipping nature of it all is I guess, some kind of truth thing since if it were pure skill, as suggested with Juri losing to Miki somehow, utena deffo wouldn't have beaten Saionji. So, Whoever has the better understanding of things get's the power of Dios? Thus the power to change the world? Seems straightforward enough. Though why Anthy has that power.

NEW DUEL THEME. DOPE SONGS What's the meaning cause man, they're  apparently different per duel, as per (?????) which seems so so far.

Miki: I want the Bride!

Utena: YOU SURE THIS IS HOW YOU WANT IT?

Miki, SHE WANTS THE FREE

Anthy: SOULLESS EYES. For real, she needs to emote.more regular like. Seemingly likes Utena so....

Utena Wins, Defloration Complete. Beat, like that, one stroke.

Miki's Sis: I freaked out on stage and was never good. People thought I was though

Miki: I'M GONNA GO ALL OUT ON THIS DUEL SHIT YOU WATCH.

Utena: DO YOU NOT GET IT BRUH?

Episode 6

Ah, the good ole days when you could repeat frames like that.

Nanami almost dies, weird faceless stalker and car driver, mk

Nanami: SOMEONE IS TRYING TO KILL ME, LEMME JUST HOP ON THIS TABLE TO PROVE THE POINT.

Touga: I have Important s THOT s student council work.

Oh shit that hit her square in the face..

Utena: Trying to Kill Nanami Clearly.

That ball is lodged in her dome damn.

Utena: TOGAS A THOT, FACT

Touga: KILL THEM. KILL THE VERMIN

Anthy: Life is life. Leave it be.

Nanami: MY BROTHER WANTS ME DEAD. ANTHY IS BEHIND THIS. THAT WITCH SEDUCING HIM

Why does everyone think he'd kill his sister. Damn Nanami. What's your relationship that people buy it immediately.

A whole ass horse and...chickens?

Prince Appeared. Mitsuru Tsuwabuki....?????????? Watch for the name I guess.

Why...Why do they assume all these dudes are her type off hand? Like...

Oh hey he has a face and is a small boy ok. Uh...Hey, Are you prpositioning a child. Um.

UM

Shadow Gals what he fuck does curry have to do with it. Are y'all trollin.

Also, hey Nanami. Uh. Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

ACTUALLY DATING A KID? TO JEALOUS YOUR BROTHER? WAT

A Brocon. And a drama queen. Everyone is baffled.

What the fuck is he doing in the locker. Just...snapped her fingers. Under her desk. Man slave boy. Uh

uhhhhhh.

WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU COME FROM SAIONJI. Hidden Love

Hard Ignore.

Nanami: Who are you three idiots. WHERE DID THE BOY COME FROM.

Y'all about to throw down with a kid. And he's...He won, damn. PUT HIS BODY IN THE LAKE JESUS.

Nanami: Mitsuru is my boyfriend. I can treat him how I like.

Mitsuru: ALWAYS WANTED TO BE A BOYFRIEND

Is this...Is this a rosebride thing? Like a kinda fucky mirror jam?

Also, did Touga 1v1 a Bull and win? What the fuck? I agree Mitsuru, he's pretty cool yeah.

Be a Big Bro, not a boyfriend. No choice but to put her in danger again in order to get her to be what I want.

Where did that equipment come from.

WHAT IS WITH THIS SCHOOL. A KANGAROO? WERE THEY GONNA BOX THIS ASSHOLE?

So, Mitsuru as rosebride, Gotta Protec, get’s wrecked. So...Uh..Anthy....?

Boy fucked up that kangaroo. 1V1 me YOU PUSSY DO IT COWARD.

Nanami: Don't be an idiot jesus fucking christ. I CAN'T JUST LET SOMEONE USEFUL DIE FOR ME GOD.

Was...Was Touga the one fighting the Kangaroo...For Real? Why...Why was he...One PUNCH.

Mitsuru: Lemme be your bro please.

Episode 7

Ohp, Serious time out the gate ok. Guess 6 was a palette cleanser.

Juri: Dominant. Sure I'm buff but what for? God.

Juri Arisugawa? Alice Refs...? Seen that name used that way before. I'll watch for it.

Huh, the immediate mirroring with Utena is...odd?

Juri: Fuck Off Vice Principal.

Wait, was he hitting on...her...? Oh that's not.

Chuchu always with Utena? Huh.

Also Juri, Dominant as fuck, offing students left and right.

Oh, she's explaining things. Rosebride gives power to revolution.

Utena: Oh cool, super powers. Dope. Seems MAD FUCKING STUPID.

Juri: Yeah. Seems dumb right.

Ok, juri uh...Has EVERYONE Slapped Anthy thus far? Like...Ok? Does Everyone Get a Turn? Is...Is this a thing? It's kinda.

SHELL TIME. DUEL? DUELL?

End of the World: DUEL TIME

Is touga trying to kill Miki. What's with knives man? Miki. HOW MANY KNIVES. BLINDFOLDS

Juri: I don't believe any of this shit. I'll prove it's bs.

Old love. It's 1000000% not this dude. Don't you. Play me.

ORANGE ROSE AT CROTCH LEVEL WHAT? And she got denied I guess...?

SHES IN LOVE WITH SOMOENE AND ITS NOT YOU.

There was some love triangle shit, and girl is perpetrating.

MUSIC GONE. SHITS REAL

Jesus this show is just full of bullshit.

Ok, we had a moment with why utena is the way is she is, Juri Does not approve. Miracles are Bullshit, I will dunk you in the the fucking OCEAN.

Rabbits Dance all around huh. OK.

SHADOW GALS. WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT.

ABSOLUTE DESTINY TIME. TIME FOR SOMEONES IDEALS TO GET BUSTED I GUESS.

Also, like how the various wings on the garden go from vaguely angelic to kinda ominous. I mean the whole deal is sketchy as fuck, you don't just start singing about the apocalypse and ignore it. DARKNESS OF LIGHT DAWG. DARKNESS DARKNESS EVERYWHERE. KINGDOM HEARTS WISHES!

Also is that castle CG? It feels it but...

Juri: MIRACLES ARE BS BUT IF THEY'RE REAL SHOW ME THE TRUFACTS

Utena: NOT SURE ABOUT MIRACLES BUT WHATEVER I DON'T NEED THAT SHIT.

FIGHT. Oh boy new song.

Lucifers light...? Uh...All of this is ominous as fuck. Then a bunch of night and darkness gods.

Certainty of Death, Namely Light.

Sword Falls Just so to cut the Rose. Uh. Miracle....?

Uh...Juri Was Robbed.

Consistently though, the stronger convictions won. Juri was legit robbed, but she hesitated, so she lost.

Juri: MIRACLES ARE BULLSHIT AND MY GAY LOVE WAS NOT RESPECTED GOD

Also, Juri=Lucifer? For...The Student Council...? She does seem to be the one who least believes in this shit. She didn’t even duel utena for the rose bride like literally everyone else. She just wanted to prove Utena’s ideals wrong.

#Revolutionary Girl Utena #Liveblog #This Show is all up in the symbols like goddamn #Can't even have a doofy filler episode without QUESTIONABLE SEMIOTICS #Anthy Slides Further Into the Uncanny Valley.

[imperiusv]

I - Oh, I just died in your arms tonight

I think it was during that damned pub crawl , that i first thought of you in that way, we were kinda organizing it, if i remember correctly, i was with all my gang and Dilara too and at the time i was into her, we were flirting back and forth , but i didn’t want to make a move on her, because i was insecure , that she won’t like the real me, being so fragile at the moment, I thought to myself i wouldn’t want anything like that to fuck me up even more, I needed more time to heal and develop, so yeah for the first time in my life, I ignored and rejected  someone who had more sexual  market value than me, it was really fun, as she wanted , but yeah that’s whole different story, so back to the pub crawl, I was with Dilara the whole evening, we even got tied up in that game, but the conversation was kinda boring and stale , so I quickly proceeded to get wasted, to make her more interesting, all my squad was there too, except for the germans and i think Key didn’t come,as they had gone to the one before. It was a really good night, before i got drunk as fuck, but that evening i noticed you and was the first time  me thinking that you are actually kinda cool and cute. Funny enough you introduced me to Baptiste that evening,strangely for a person that remembers everything, this is something i can not recall even to this day. Halloween was  quite a special day for me  on that day I finally came to accepted that  i had a crush on you . That’s why my ringtone for you was that ariana grande song you hated, focus, because I finally focused on you, that you are something special, a fucked up girl I thought I could fix and in fixing her, perhaps mend my own wounds and fix myself, never have I been so wrong. I did save you from the Pit, pulled you out at the cost or my very soul, you of course repaid me in kind , I traded my freedom and who I was for you. A mistake I will never forget or forgive myself for.  It was a really posh evening , you making my make up and stuff, me making dumb jokes, cuz i didn’t know how to act around you, it was all really cute, i didn’t even realize it at the time,when we went to Indie, we all had a good time, that turkish/french girl wanted to fuck both me and Timur, but he pussied out in the last second and we didn’t have a threesome that time , which sucked, cuz she was really hot that evening and probably things between us would have been different, imagine how something so small can change a lot of stuff down the line, everything has consequences that ripple in time and change your world. We went to shots after the party, I didn’t want to spend money in the centre, as i was already spending most of my cash on booze and other dumb shit, that winter semester i spend more than five thousand bucks on booze,parties and having fun, all the hard earned cash i got in Germany, also i prefer your company rather than being with the others, which worked out great , as we clicked and had always a good time when it was just us. We tried that stupid weird game as i wanted to challenge you to do something with me, but we were too wasted and the music was too loud to hear one another, funny thing that the entire evening the slovaks were stalking us and later she was complaining.  The next big episode was the famous couples party that we hosted together for sure, we arrived for our own party fucking wasted, as you even recorded in your diary, by that time i was already really hooked into you, after the traffic lights and Halloween party,  I remember at that bloody party , that i was looking so desperately for your match , the whole kissing thing - to find your famous partner ( Shrek and Fiona,Cleopatra and Mark Anthony) i invented for you, but unlike the next such party, i didn’t have full access nor control over the drawing of the numbers, the next one was rigged af, never told you that , but i hooked up more people than Cupidonis himself. Imagine my surprise when you kissed some stranger, it was disgusting, but my fault entirely. After that i saw you kissing Alfredo in the bathroom,my heart sunk and i went outside to drown my sorrows in the vodka bottle we had hidden in the bushes, thank God for Timur. The next couple of parties you didn’t come of course - the mustache and nerds/hipsters bullshit, there was this thing with Antonio and you blowing me off , cuz i was a dick, but who cares, btw i really wrote him last year out of desperation to reach out to you in some manner to see if you still care,the fact that he didn’t even bother to reply, proves what kinda of scumbag shitty slug he is - a disgusting spineless person and a liar, he never fucking came close to kissing Justyna , let alone banging her,what a sad joke that fat wanker was and still is! So yeah through malus I managed to get you to come to the preparty at Etienne’s place for the i think it was a bad taste party or some other shit. It was such a great evening, that you ruined or I ruined , idk who is to blame, me having feelings for you or you being a slut. The whole squad was present, even fucking Pierre came , it was glorious , a night full of booze, laughs and good times, until you decided to make out with Alfredo again in front of everybody and more especially me , even after i tried to stop it from happening, I remember you said that he kissed you and you didn’t want to. but i was too wasted to remember, so yeah i was rage incarnate, damn I had so much fucking anger in my during those months and the ones after, it was like I can’t even comprehend now how can someone be some enraged all the time,i was never calm , just a whirlwind of emotions , a tornado and a volcano in one, losing complete control over the slightest of mishaps happening , i really had no control over myself back then, but yeah  , praise the Emperor, that Timur saw what I was about to do and stopped me on time, or i was gonna make an even bigger fool out of my self , punching that smug Italian faggot in the face for something that was not his fault. I ended up with Dilara in Blackroom ,but she didn’t want to play second guitar and i wasn’t in the mood to even talk to her, so she went home with some guy and as I was drinking outside, minding my own business, trying to make sense of it all, guess who came crying. You were really upset and embraced me and cried,never felt so low as you told me why you were crying, i couldn’t hold it any on and added gasoline to the fire, by confessing my feelings for you, such a beta move that was, what was I thinking or drinking. Couple of days of drama and then came my birthday, to which you actually came and brought me a cake, it was one of the sweetest things someone has ever done for me,at that time we were already good friend and texting back and forth all the time , even before we were together we had around 500 000 messages between us, which i do not know how it’s even possible. But yeah the first birthday party, it was all good, until you pulled out a Victoria and vanished on me, again i was left with a thumb in my mouth, looking like a fool. The second Birthday party  was actually Timur, Ouriel and mine’s , we did it cuz we wanted to get wasted and i didn’t want to celebrate together with them, as my redneck friends didn’t like Erasmus people and Timur needed a reason to get wasted then and on the first of December which is his actually birthday, so  technically only Pussiel’s , but yeah whatever. It was  in Yavuz’s place you didn’t want to come , but we managed to get you there , you and your green umbrella - weeks of flirtations and tension building up to the event, finally shit was going down. The party was wild, around 40 people in a top floor flat , we had hit up a casino with Timur on the days prior and had won some good money , we bought so much booze and even a disco ball , also got some amateur DJ to play EDM. I was trying to avoid you, but then you  came to me and we started talking. Soon i went from golden to drunk, and being wasted, i let go of all the dumb things that held me back , like what would people say and how will everyone react i was finally brave enough . As i looked deep into your eyes , i remember how you  bit your lips and said this will ruin everything. And it did. I took your face into my hands and                                                    Ausculor we made out probably for a good two- three minutes. But at the same time it felt like eternity and few seconds, i couldn’t really tell, my dopamine and Oxytocin receptors were exploding Inside my brain, i felt like i was high, better than cocaine, booze or whatever, we connected, body mind and soul. Release. My knees were soft , i was euphoric , literally felt like the best thing ever. You just had kissed me. As i want to end up every story with something positive i will end  it here. The next one will continue right off the bat from this one and will cover up the next couple of months as they were crucial  for the whole story. It must’ve been something you said I just died in your arms tonight It must’ve been some kind of kiss I should’ve walked away, I should’ve walked away

#short story

[imaginethisbts]

Through The Phone

Rated: M

Warning: Dirty talk galore, mentions of graphic smut, season 3 Game of Thrones spoilers.

Summary: The sexual frustration is real when Namjoon goes on a month long business trip, halfway across the world. So when the chips are down and the tides get rough, and you can’t actually get to one another... what do you do? You go to the next best thing of course - phone sex. 

Note: where did this come from and why tf did it get fluffy at the end thats not the way pwps are supposed to end i hate myself. btw the pacing is probably a little rushed because i wrote this between the hours of 2am and 5am :))

Words: 3.1k

You rolled over onto your back in bed, sighing dramatically as you pushed the covers off of your upper body, suddenly feeling too hot for them. The coldness of the bedroom was a contrast to your warm exposed skin, immediately arousing your nipples from the chilly sensation and giving you goosebumps all over. You turned your head to the side to look at the alarm clock that sat on your nightstand.

2:06 A.M.

This had been happening to you a lot lately, waking up in the middle of the night because of the intense dreams you’ve been having. Even in your sleep, you couldn’t escape the extreme desires you had that seemed to be getting harder to deal with more and more each and every day that passed without your fiance.

You shamefully pressed your thighs together, trying anything that would help ease the intense yearning sensation you felt between them.

The dream you had just experienced that involved your fiance had gotten you so worked up, that you could feel the evidence of your arousal leak out of your folds and drip down one of your ass cheeks onto the sheets beneath you. You felt your face heat up at the fact a simple dream about Namjoon had provoked your body so severely. But it was silly actually, because you were the only one in the room. The only one in the entire huge apartment, to be exact.

You were utterly alone, so why must you be so shy by the way your body was reacting?

With a sigh escaping your lips, you reached across for your phone that was on the complete opposite side of the bed at the very edge - a result of your restless sleeping, no doubt. And without a second thought, your fingers flew across the screen and soon your phone was calling your fiance.

It didn’t take long until a familiar deep husky voice picked up on the other end. “Mm. Hi baby.”

Just from the mere sound of his deep sexy voice, your thighs were clamping together even harder. You took a deep breath, trying to collect yourself so you could properly respond to him.

“Hi...” Your voice was surprisingly breathless.

“Are you alright, baby? It’s late in Seoul.”

Oh God, you couldn’t help but to imagine him calling you baby as he thrust himself in and out of your hungry core at the thrilling pace he always fucked you in. You had to stop yourself from letting out a moan just from the thought.

“Y-Yeah.. I’m alright. I just wanted to talk to you is all. I can’t sleep.” You used your free hand that wasn’t holding the phone to your ear and squeezed one of your breasts with it. Your hard nipple poked you in the palm and you bit your lip, imaging that your hand was not yours, but your lovers. It was actually quite hard to pretend because Namjoon's hands were so much bigger than your own. His could swallow your whole breast easily, whereas yours could barely even fit around it.

“Ah. So you called me to put you to sleep, hmm? How sweet of you.” There was a slight humor in his tone to let you know he was joking around, but when a moan escaped your lips by accident as you tugged on your hard nipple, there was a long pause on his end, until you heard him clear his throat. “You okay there baby?” However he didn't sound concerned, but more so intrigued, like he knew exactly where it had come from.

At this point, you were so strung out, you couldn’t even bother yourself to care how desperate you were about to sound. “Baby,” your voice was whiny and needy. “I’m imagining that your hands are on my breasts, and your fingers are playing with my nipples and -- oh, God,” you moaned shamelessly this time, switching from pinching and tugging on the erect bud to rolling it between your fingertips.

“I miss you so badly Namjoon, I need you here with me.”

Usually, you never said those things to him because you knew it only made him feel bad that he couldn’t actually be there with you since he was away on work, but right now, you were so worked up, you didn’t even care. You needed him in some way - you needed to release some of this pint up lust your body has been accumulating since he left you almost a month ago.

“Oh yeah? Just my fingers, hmm?” His voice sounded darker, and the fact that he was so easily partaking in your imaginations, made a lazy grin come to your face. But you could feel a jolt of electricity shoot down your body, straight to your wet center at what he was implying. “How about my mouth? My tongue licking slow circles around your nipple until I take it into my mouth and suck on it. How does that sound?”

The visual alone had you pulsing below with desire. Picturing Namjoon work his mouth on your breasts, the tip of his tongue flicking the nub back and forth, and then taking it between his teeth... God, you would give anything to have that man above you right now, ravishing every inch of your body like he always did, and how you absolutely loved.

“Yes.. God, yes. I want your tongue on me too.”

“Just on your breasts, baby?”

“No!” You weren’t even aware of that answer until you said it. Again, you sounded so desperate, but you couldn’t allow yourself to care. Not right now anyways. Plus, this was Namjoon we’re talking about here... The man who knew your deepest secrets and darkest fantasies, the man who literally knew everything about you. There was no reason to be embarrassed. Especially not when he sounded so intrigued himself.

“Where else do you want my tongue? Tell me.”

Your whole body shuddered when you pictured his head between your legs and that beautiful tongue of his that he could rap so skillfully with, going at your clit ceaselessly until you were arching your back off of the bed and coming undone for him. “B-Between my legs, baby.. On my clit.”

There was a deep chuckle in response to your blatant statement. “Touch yourself for me.”

At first, you were almost confused. How did he know you weren’t touching yourself already? But before you knew it, your hand was leaving your self-abused breast to slide down your stomach and under the covers to caress right where you needed it the most.

When you slid a finger through your folds and to your aching clit, your whole body twitched from the sudden sensation, but then it quickly had you arching your back and slowly rolling your hips into your own hand. Your fingers were already dripping wet from your own intense arousal. “I’m so wet, Joonie.” You enlightened him breathlessly and you earned a breathy groan in response from him.

“Is that right? How wet, baby?”

“So wet,” you moaned loudly as your fingers worked your clit in slow circles, trying your hardest to believe they were Namjoons.  

“I want to hear it.”

Your fingers paused at his words, but only for a moment, because you were too worked up to stop the stimulation for too long. “W-What?” You were a bit confused.

“You heard me, baby. Move the phone and let me hear how wet you are.”

It clicked in your mind what he meant and the erotic-ness of his request sent a shudder through your whole body and instantly, you were putting your phone on speaker and bringing it down toward your excessive wetness after you pulled the covers back.

Putting the microphone right near your fingers on your clit, you gave him the perfect example of the sloppy wet sounds being made from your motions. You heard him exhale deeply upon hearing them, and then you heard a strangled ‘fuck’ as well along with some rustling, as if he was moving around wherever he was.

“Mm.. You’re so wet and ready for me baby. Fuck.” In his deep voice, he sounded just as desperate as you did now, and you knew right then, that there was nothing either of you wanted more than to be fucking each other's brains out like you normally would be doing in desperate times like these, if only he weren’t halfway around the world. Stupid work.

The slight filth of his words sent a wave of heat to your stomach and your fingers increased their pace on your clit. “Tell me what you would be doing to me right now if you were here, Namjoon. Please tell me--ungh.” A random gust of pleasure flew through your body and down to your core, making you arch your back even more.

Namjoon wasted no time in indulging the two of you in his dirty words. Clearing his throat, trying to regain his composure, he began explaining to you what he would do.

“Well first off, baby, I would start by putting my mouth on that pretty pussy of yours and drinking you up-”

Oh God, the image in your mind was almost too much. Having his head buried between your thighs as he slurped and lapped up the immoderate juices that continued to leak out of you.

“--and then I would easily slide my fingers straight inside of you. Slide them in so deep and pump in and out until you were sufficiently ready for-” his words were cut off by his own quiet groan, and you knew he had to be touching himself too. All that rustling you heard on the phone before had to be him riding himself of his pants so he could get his hand on his no-doubt hard and throbbing cock. The optical in his head had to be getting to him just like it was getting to you.

“For what?!” You impatiently pressed him to continue, needing his words to help you.

“For my cock.” And this time, it was you who groaned as you sped your fingers up even more, chasing after your high that seemed to be tauntingly right out of your reach.

“More,” you breathed out, his dirty words helping you get closer.

“I would put my hands on your hips, but not before giving that sexy perfect ass a few slaps,” his large manly hands against your skin right now would feel like pure fucking heaven. And not to mention Namjoon spanking you was one of your biggest kinks, it always managed to make you so wet and he knew that. “And then baby girl, I would take my cock,”

At that, you laid your phone on your chest on speaker and then snuck your other hand down towards your center. Taking two fingers, you circled them around your entrance and then slowly pushed them in. You moaned loudly, back arching again. "Your cock is so big baby," you said in a breathless whisper and then whimpered.

"I know baby," he cooed over the phone. "And I would take it and slide the tip into that wet tight little pussy of yours," he breathed out heavily and you suddenly wondered how close he was. With one hand taking care of your clit and the other with fingers inside of you, you knew you wouldn't last much longer. Especially with where he was going with his words.

"Shit, I'd take it slow at first. Slowly push in 'cause I know it's alot for you take, isn't it baby?"

You whimpered in response, thinking of the overwhelming feeling when Namjoon first pushes in, splitting you open deliciously on his thick girth.

"Spread you open little by little until I'm balls deep in that perfect heat. Fuck," he spat the last word out, and you heard rustling once again. "I'd give you a minute, get used to my fat cock inside of you because no matter how much we fuck baby, you're still so fucking tight." He almost growled, and you started pumping your fingers in and out of you now, trying so desperately to imagine that it was Namjoon's dick instead but your fingers didn't even compare.

He took a deep breath. "But you know I'd only give you a minute, because even though it's alot to take I know you're good for it. Aren't you?"

You were too far gone to be answering these questions of his, but you whined out a 'yes'.

"Yeah that's right. You take my cock like a fucking champ, baby girl." He breathed unevenly through the phone and you knew he had to be close. You knew Namjoon and all of the noises he made. "Even when I start grinding against that ass, going so fucking deep. Shit, and you just swallow me in," the last part was as if he was speaking to himself, a breathless little comment.

"Namjoon," you whined, adding in a third finger because there was a void that needed to be filled and you knew that was impossible without your fiance here but you had to at least try. "I need you, I want you so fucking bad,"

Why couldn't teleportation be real? Because fuck, that would be a useful power right now to have.

"I know baby, and you'll have me. Just one more week. And when I get back, I'm gonna have you in that bed all day and all night. Fuck what the neighbours think, I'm gonna have you screaming for me, baby."

You were so close thinking about that, you could feel yourself getting dangerously close to the edge, knowing you could fall over any moment.

"I'm so close Joonie, fuck, I'm so close!" You cried out, fingers speeding up on your clit and your others pumping more quickly in and out of your sopping pussy.

He grunted, cursing under his breath. "Me too, baby, me too, let me hear those moans."

Letting loose, you moaned loudly and whimpered unabashedly, knowing Namjoon always loved it when you were loud in bed. He'd get on to you if he found out you were trying to muffle your noises in the pillow, or by biting your lip. He wanted to hear them.

"God, I'm gonna pound that fucking ass when I get back," he growled out.

And that did it. With a gasp, you tossed your head back in the pillows, back arching and body going tense as you felt yourself tip over the edge. "I'm coming, I'm coming," you told Namjoon in a rush as you began plummeting into complete and utter bliss, a high moan escaping your throat and going straight through the phone and into Namjoon's ear.

You heard him groan, and more rustling like before. And then it turned into a constant little wet thud, and you knew instantly what it was. Him fisting his cock and his fist thumping the base on every downstroke. "Shit," he spat out, and then moaned deeply, making you clench around your own fingers.

A warm liquid pleasure flushed through your system until it left you lying there on the bed boneless, unable to move. A pleasantness buzzing throughout your body and a tiredness that you have not felt in what seemed like since Namjoon left for his business trip.

"Did you come baby?" You asked him between your heavy breaths and he instantly hummed in response, sounding like he was still in the process of riding out his high.

For a moment or two, both of you tried to regulate your breathing again, and that's all that was heard through the phones. You slipped your fingers out - hating the emptiness, but it wasn't as hard to deal with when it was just your fingers. Now when Namjoon pulled out, it was like a piece of you went missing all of the sudden - and cleaned them off with a tissue from the nightstand. Then you turned over on your side, pulling the covers up to your neck and grabbing your phone, taking it off of speakerphone and putting it to your ear.

"Joonie?" You spoke quietly.

"Yeah?"

You paused for a moment, biting your lip.

Sure, it's been hard to sleep lately because of how badly you missed your fiance and his hands on your body. The frustrating dreams you've had haven't helped much either, but really... you just missed Namjoon. That probably went without saying, since you haven't seen him in almost an entire month, but honestly life was so unbelievably boring without seeing his dimpled smile every morning when you woke up. Or cooking dinner with him only to end up getting the first aid kit out, or going on adventures in the city and counting how many dogs you could pet before you went home for the day.

You missed your best friend, your partner in crime, the Ryan to your Apeach.

You missed Namjoon.

"...I miss you."

A deep tired chuckle came through the speaker and you gripped your phone, pressing it to your ear and sighing. "I miss you too, so much. Like, you seriously don't even know how much."

Now it was your turn to laugh lightly, wanting so badly to grab Namjoon's face and kiss him on the lips because this was definitely one of those moments where you would.

"One more week, huh?" You said, chewing on your bottom lip.

"Yep. You think we can make it that long?"

The biggest smile spread across your face and you flopped onto your back, looking up at the cieling.

"Hey, we made it through The Red Wedding episode of Game of Thrones, therefore we can make it through anything. Together."

"Shit, we sure can, can we? R.I.P. Robb Stark."

"R.I.P. Robb Stark." You repeated. "Catelyn too."

It was silent for a moment, and then you two just started laughing at yourselves.

"Hey," Namjoon suddenly said, and you stopped laughing to hear what he had to say. "It's late in Seoul baby, I want you to get some rest."

You sighed, rolling over yet again to your other side, balling yourself up under the covers.

"Will do. You're resting good, right?"

Namjoon made an uncertain noise. "Ehh, as well as I can without my bed bug with me."

Grinning to yourself, you hummed in contentment.

"One more week."

"One more week." Namjoon repeated after you.

"I love you Joonie." You closed your eyes, picturing his handsome face and feeling butterflies flop around in your stomach.

"I love you too baby girl. Get some sleep, call me when you wake up."

"Okay, I will." You yawned, balling up a little tighter to combat the cold. "Goodnight my sweet prince."

He chuckled.

"Goodnight my lil princess."

#namjoon smut #bts smut #bts scenarios #namjoon scenarios #rap monster smut #ttp

[whimsically-ominously-auspice]

Seriously what in the hell is this shit?!

They actually sat down and talked about this? Like this was a whole interview? A new brand new interview?

I could taken an hour, casually cruised Google and wrote this entire article. I could even made it fun and original like saying “in 2012 on bla bla show he said….”

Made it a fucking research paper. We all know those are much more impressive than any dialog being read a billion and one times.

I guess reading Rolling Stones at a young age spoiled me. Or being an amazing writer myself.

WFO asks for questions, I ask questions never been asked before. Cause why the fuck?

I told Matt if I heard mashed potatoes and pushing back from the table as his #1 workout technique again I would scream. It’s been like 5 times already. In 5 different interviews

Yeah, I can’t believe I read this entire thing. It was ridiculous.

Jesse heard I had said it was boring and he’s all “what do you mean? You used to say articles written about me were interesting”

I told him I had been lying, after the first through third time I found them no longer pleasing.

He actually agreed and laughed.

He did change them up for awhile… Like they had no reference to relationships, just his work. Cause i complained alot about how people link shit to you, like if I’m the Amnesia Girl that’s fine, because that’s just me. But to be Sandra Bullock’s ex and Dejoria’s husband that’s weak. You can’t be something or someone on your own? You gotta be hiding behind the skirt of a girl? [Dejoria makes me absolutely crazy that she allows them.to.always link her back to her father when she's always trying it say that she earned her way. It looks very shady. Then what he's down to her?! Ew. No. Break that off.]

Besides he probably only permitted it so he could be a putz to Dejoria. I think it’s rude to bring up Sandra. Like any girl after her is gonna be stupid. But Dejoria is the one that has it that she’s changed him, all her, by herself. Made him an honest man. So she doesn’t mind it. At least that’s what I’ve heard.

Anyways Jesse been saying for two days he’s just trying to “get free pussy” then he’s all “why don’t you say anything about it?” And I’m all cause it makes her feel good about herself. He acts like she doesn’t know. Like she’s really dumb. He doesn’t understand a girl’s walls. That yeah like one day they’re gonna be all warm and half melted then the next morning they’re gonna freeze you out the house. He doesn’t understand her. He doesn’t understand much of human nature.

Anyways. I don’t recommend you read it unless you want to hear all the boring shit about his lack of regrets, no shame, bullying ways.

Btw, I found the article because it showed up in my Google recommendations page. That’s where I get most my news… Kinda like the front page of a newspaper… Then I go from article to article in the website I click on first till I get bored or distracted then I do it again after the next article I find interesting in the list.

#jesse g james