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vidente-tarotista-gratis · 1 year

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#reflexion #n #reflexi #frases #amor #a #reflexiones #pensamientos #vida #motivacion #escritos #love #libros #frasesdeamor #ol #poesia #dios #inspiracion #consejos #frasesparacompartir #amorpropio #pensamientospositivos #palabrassabias #frasesmotivadoras #escribir #felicidad #poemas #cosasdelavida #letras #o https://www.instagram.com/p/CqTrRtNIXIM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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babyfurylove · 2 years

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"Se puede entender por libertad algo distinto a la posibilidad de obtener sin esfuerzo lo que agrada (...) La libertad verdadera no se define por una relación entre el deseo y la satisfacción, sino por una relación entre el pensamiento y la acción". #reflexion #n #reflexi #frases #amor #a #reflexiones #pensamientos #vida #motivacion #escritos #love #libros #frasesdeamor #ol #poesia #dios #inspiracion #consejos #frasesparacompartir #amorpropio #pensamientospositivos #palabrassabias #frasesmotivadoras #escribir #felicidad #poemas #cosasdelavida #letras #o https://www.instagram.com/p/Ch3TLnWpEl9/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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girlfailure-smut-hour · 8 months

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Study Date with Enki

Nsfw content MDNI

SERIOUS TRIGGERS IN THIS ONE PLEASE READ THE CW

Characters: Virgin!Enki X GN!Reader, Modern!AU

CW: Mentions of self-harm and pretty extreme implied physical abuse, Implied possible eating disorder, Hurt/Comfort, Oral (Giving) Penetration (Recieving), Romantic and a little angsty .

A/N: I'm posting this one outside of my usual schedule cause I don't want anyone to feel ripped off lol. I usually do more... normal stuff for more normal fandoms. This one's for all the weirdos. I wrote it months ago and have been holding onto it, but it's as good a time as ever. So I'm finally putting my weird nonsense into the world (Sorry.) I love the stinky bugs-and-opium-wizard. You invite Enki for a study date to seduce him. I might write a sequel with a transfem Enki. ~2700 Words.

Please check out my fic masterlist <3

It took some doing, but you’d convinced Enki Ankarian to come over for a study date. It all started when you saw him in the library, at a table covered in stacks of books, his naturally Grey hair spilling over his face. He was so serious, scribbling notes with an almost frantic expression.

He was standoff-ish at first, but you broke through his facade with a little earnest care. You took interest in his strange fascination with the occult, withstood his seemingly random insults, and shared with him some of your own interests. It took weeks, but finally he let his defenses down and finally accepted your invitation.

You hear a knock at your apartment door exactly one minute early, and peering through the peephole you see him. He stands there in an ill-fitting sweater vest with a comical number of books nestled under his arm. In fact you’re not really sure how he’s carrying them all with his frail little arms.

You open the door and say “Enki! You made it!”

He smiles, subtly, and walks past you to set his books down. Among them you can spot books on things like demonology and fringe religious texts. A heavily worn and annotated copy of The Lesser Key of Solomon sits on top.

You walk over to the bar with him and sit down across from him. His glasses keep sliding down his bony nose as he stacks his books, but it’s cute. He looks like a librarian or something.

“Would you like anything to drink?” You ask.

“What do you have?” He replies.

“Soda, and water.”

“Anything harder?”

“Afraid not,” You reply.

“I’m okay,” he grumbles.

“Suit yourself,” You say, grabbing a drink.

He’s already immersed himself in a book by the time you sit down. “Is that for one of your classes?” You ask.

“Just a hobby,” He replies, writing notes.

What is it about this gnarled, rude, strange boy that attracts you so much? There's a certain something to him that's hard to place, but you can't help but be drawn in by him. Maybe it’s his sad stare, or maybe the passion you can sense in his feverish studies.

Maybe it was a mistake inviting him for a study date. You knew how fastidious he was in his studies and now he’s hardly talking to you. You sigh and buckle down on your own studies, but after an hour or so, he suddenly stands up. “Going out for a smoke,” He says.

You follow him out onto the patio and snatch his lighter from the railing. As he puts the cigarette between his lips, you flick the lighter and hold it up for him. He leans forward, pulling his hair away. The gentle ember gives his pale face a rich orange tone as he draws the first puff

"Why are you so nice to me?" He grumbles.

Because I want to fuck you, you think. "Everyone deserves a chance,” You say. “You're a sweet guy, Enki. And passionate. I don't know. Do I need a reason?"

He grumbles something to himself.

“So what got you into the occult?” You ask.

“It’s something I get from my family,” He replies, wincing.

“How’s that?” You ask.

"I shouldn’t have said anything,” He says. “I don't really want to get into my family situation. It's… ugly. Like me." His face contorts into a snarl.

“You should be nicer to yourself,” You say, gently touching his shoulder. He reflexively pulls away. Maybe in disgust, or maybe it’s some kind of trauma.

“Perhaps I should," he replies, Staring out into the sunset. His eyes glaze over, like a corpse almost. You decide to watch the sunset as well. There’s something to a quiet introspective moment like this.

He shakes his head as he takes his last puff, flicking the butt out into the parking lot.

“You ready to head in?” You ask. He nods his head, and you open the door for the two of you.

Walking behind him you spot a knot in his hair. Even though he’s grown it well past his back, it appears he doesn't take care of it at all.

“Could I brush your hair?” You ask as he sits down.

“I’m sorry?” He asks, jolting and turning around to you.

“Your hair,” You say. “I’d like to brush it.” He’s squinting at you, and you can’t tell what is going on behind those eyes. “It’s just so beautiful,” You add.

“If you must,” He says after a moment.

After retrieving your gentlest hairbrush, you pull a stool up behind him and sit down.

“Please be careful,” he says.

“Awww does the baby have a tender scalp?” You tease.

“I don’t have to let you brush my hair,” He snaps.

“I’m only teasing,” you giggle, before taking a strand of his knotted hair and holding it so it wouldn’t tug on his scalp when you pulled the brush through. He winced, but didn’t pull himself away from his studies. His hair is a wreck, but not unsalvageable. It would be worthwhile for him to consider at least a trim though.

“I wish I had detangling spray,” You remark. “This would be so much easier.”

He just grumbles something under his breath as you continue to brush. It feels like his hair is all knots. You could be here all night as far as you know. You tenderly run your fingers through his hair and he sighs, but not his typical sigh. A sort of relief, or maybe pleasure. You gently scratch his scalp and something akin to a quiet moan escapes his lips.

It takes nearly an hour, but you finally work out his knots. You didn’t notice at the time, but at some point, he stopped his studying to lean his head back, closing his eyes.

“Alright,” You say “I’m all done!”

He jumps as if startled and sits up to continue his studying. “Thank you,” He replies.

“When you condition your hair, make sure to get the ends,” You tell him. “That will help with the tangles.”

“Sure,” He says.

You brush your fingers through his hair again and say, “You really do have beautiful hair.”

“Thank you,” He replies.

“You should let me wash it some time.”

He nearly keeps his composure, but you notice a slight jump, or maybe a shiver. “I don’t think that will be happening,” he says.

“Who knows you might enjoy yourself,” you tempt him.

You begin to scratch his back and he shivers. You can feel his spine, even through several layers of clothing. He feels emaciated. You could probably sling him over your shoulder, he seems so skinny.

“Why are you so affectionate toward me?” He asks. “I don’t understand what you’re getting at.”

“Enki,” You say, “I like you.”

He turns around and starts to get up. “I don’t know what kind of cruel joke this is, but I don’t appreciate it.”

You stand up too and brush his hair behind his ear, looking into his eyes. Without warning, you plant a kiss on his sunken cheek. His knees nearly buckle.

“You’re serious…” He says. You nod. “This is a date?” You nod again. “Not, like, a date, but a capital D date?”

“Yes Enki,” You laugh.

“Oh my god,” He says. “I feel so stupid now. I-I’ve been so mean to you, and you-you…”

He stammers and stutters until you just kiss him. On the lips this time. He puts his arms around you to hold himself up. It’s a tender kiss, not too much, but you do slip a little tongue in. You put your hand on his chest and feel his heart pounding.

As you pull away, He’s blushing, bringing just a little color to his pale skin. You try not to notice, but his pants have gotten a little tighter now as well.

“I want you, Enki” you say.

“So quickly?” He asks, his face lighting up in nervous excitement.

“Why not?” You ask. “But it’s okay if you’re not ready.”

“I think I am,” He replies, glancing down and blushing even harder.

"Come to the room with me," you say, offering your hand. He gives you a nervous smile as he takes it.

He gulps as you enter the room. “There’s something… I don’t know how to say this.”

“Don’t worry Enki,” You reply. “You’re not going to scare me off.”

“It’s just…” he starts, “I have some scars.”

You smile at him as you take his hand and unbutton his sleeves. “Don’t worry about it.” You roll them up to reveal hesitation marks. Quite a few of them. You hold his wrists to your lips and kiss them. “Sweet boy. I’m so sorry.”

You do the same for his other wrist, then grab his sweater from the bottom, and lift it over his head. You start to unbutton his shirt, but he stops you by placing his hand in front of the buttons. “I’m sorry,” he says. “This was a mistake.” He looks like he might cry.

“Enki,” You reply, cupping a hand to his cheek. “I won’t judge you.”

He drops his hand and allows you to start unbuttoning his shirt. There’s little muscle or fat between the skin and bones. You notice more scars as more of his chest is revealed. Some long, some short. You push his shirt off of him and it falls to the floor. You brush your hand over his chest and all of his scars. He flinches. “There’s nothing to worry about,” You say. “I won’t hurt you.”

You run your hands over his back, feeling his prevalent spine with your fingers. You also notice even more scars to your surprise. Long, deep ones. Scars in places he wouldn’t be able to reach. Oh Enki, what happened to you? You think.

Now you move your hands down to his pants. He’s hard as a rock, and it’s impossible not to notice. You undo the button, and pull down the zipper. A light crop of light gray pubic hair peeks out. You can’t help but grin at the fact that he doesn’t wear underwear, but you’re not sure what you expected.

His pants fall from his bony hips, revealing more scars on his legs. You admire him for a second, careful not to let him catch you. His hip bones and ribs jut out so severely from his sunken stomach that you can’t help but worry, though it’s none of your business. His skin, though pale, is quite beautiful, and surprisingly soft.

He kicks his shoes off and removes his socks as he steps out of his pant legs. “I hope this is okay,” He says, rubbing his arm nervously.

“You’re perfect,” You say with a smile. taking his hand and leading him to the bed, you begin to undress. Enki sits up against the headboard watching, though he looks away when you notice.

"You can look," you laugh. "You'll be doing more than that soon enough."

He blushes, turning his gaze back to you. His erection is absolutely throbbing now. "You should know," he says, "it's my first time."

"That’s okay," you smile. As you finish undressing, you crawl on the bed toward him.

You start on his shins, kissing each of his scars. "Is this okay?" You ask.

He nods. "Though you might be there for a while. I have a lot of them."

"I don't mind," you reply between kisses.

You're making your way up his thighs and he's starting to squirm. You playfully brush his cock with your face, and he grips the sheets with white knuckles. You're almost worried he's going to cum then and there. He doesn't, though he leaks a bit of precum.

You pay special attention to his hip bones that jut so far out as you move up to his torso. As you reach his chest, you give his nipples a lick and he moans sweetly.

Now you've made it up to his face. He turns away, but you bring his face back to you and give him a deep, passionate kiss. His rigid body slowly melts into yours, and eventually, he starts to kiss back. You can feel his excitement in the way he pushes back into you and writes under your touch.

You pull away and start to move down his body, again planting little kisses on his body as you move down.

As you reach his legs, he can barely contain himself anymore. Writhing, and squirming, and gripping the sheets, he looks like he's going to explode before you even touch him. His erection is so hard now that the skin is thin and shiny and that little bead of precum has grown slightly.

You look up at him as you lick his shaft starting from the bottom and moving up, licking up his precum. He tilts his head back, moaning. You could tease him like this all day, laying little kisses up and down his shaft as his throbbing cock twitches involuntarily; watching as he squirms and moans at each little brush of your lips.

Eventually, when you can't wait any longer, you wrap your lips around the head and he tenses up letting out a high-pitched whimper. You look up at him as you press downward and his breath catches. You start to move up and down, feeling his length fill your mouth.

You bring your head back up to focus on the head again. You twirl your tongue around the tip as he twitches and throbs. He’s making cute little whimpers and squeaks as he shudders beneath you. You shove your head back down and he moans loudly again.

He can hardly contain himself, thrusting his hips involuntarily and writhing as you drool down his shaft. Each time he twitches, it pushes his cock to the back of your throat which causes him to moan and squirm even more. By this point he's throbbing in your mouth. You're almost worried he's going to cum now, but he keeps it together.

If you keep going like this he won't last long though, so you pull away after a moment and crawl up to meet his face with yours. You cup a hand to his cheek and plant a kiss on his lips. His eyes are brighter than you’ve ever seen them. You squirt some lube into your hand and gently rub it on his erection. He shuts his eyes and trembles at your touch.

“Are you ready?” You ask.

He nods and you slowly ease down onto his cock. As he pushes into you, he moans softly. Nearly a whimper. You push down a little more until he fills you completely. For a moment you just sit there, arms wrapped around his neck, looking into each other’s eyes. Slowly, you start to move up and down, bouncing on his cock as he shuts his eyes and leans his head back.

He feels amazing inside you and he can tell from the noises you’re making. Though you’re not as loud as him, the two of you are so lost in pleasure that you’re practically screaming. If you were more aware you might wonder what the neighbors would think.

As you go, he starts to thrust his hips more and more, like some animalistic urge has overtaken him. He pushes into you harder with each thrust causing each of you to moan louder and higher. As if you can’t take it anymore, you grab his face in both hands and pull him into a deep, passionate kiss. He practically growls into your mouth as your tongues swirl around one another.

He pulls away and says “I’m going to come.”

"Come for me," you say, clasping his face. He thrusts a few more times, hard and slow, before you can feel his throbbing cock pulse inside of you, filling you with his hot cum. The sensation pushes you over the edge and you cum as he does; the both of you a trembling wreck, holding onto each other as you convulse.

You caress his cheek and look into his eyes. "That was nice," you say.

"Yeah," He says, sleep setting rapidly in.

You climb off of him as he slumps down until he's laying flat. You lay down next to him and put your arm over him. "Get some rest," you say, planting a little kiss on his cheek. He sighs contentedly and the two of you drift off.

#fear and hunger #fear & hunger #fear and hunger x reader #funger #fear & hunger x reader #f&h #enki ankarian #enki #fear and hunger enki #smut #fear and hunger smut #enki x reader #enki ankarian x reader

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serpentium13 · 1 year

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Când o văd,îmi vine să plâng, când o văd,mă prăbușesc, e doar la un pat distanță, are aceeași vârstă ce buna n-apucat-o,dar e diferit,parcă altcumva se simte,de parcă pe ea o văd,parcă pe ea o simt,și-mi abțin lacrimile ce vor sa-mi spargă ochii,de parcă aș plânge pietre în ochi de geam fumuriu. De parcă sufletu mi plânge deja ,de parcă inima încearcă din răsputeri sa-l calmeze,dar nu merge, nu funcționează așa și o văd cum se chinuie,o văd cum oftează, e aceeași reflexie,mă simt copil iară, dar cu mai multă putere decât atunci.Evident că am ajutat-o,animalele astea însetate de plastic nu fac nimica,stagiu meu fizic nu e cel mai splendid,dar cu micile rezerve ce le am,îi le dau ei.

Remember? I give her what I can

#eu #ganduri #mama #imi e dor de tine ingerule #nu stiu unde ma indrept #mi dor de toate

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glamorousdepressedbitch · 2 years

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inca odata cred ca m-am lasat purtat de val prea tare….

Uite inca o poveste pe care n-o voi spune nimanui, doar aici, pentru tine cititoru-le……

Am ajuns intr-o relatie, din nou, de data asta dupa ceva timp. S-a intamplat pe nepregatite, pe nepusa masa, si complet……accidental. Am dormit 3 seri impreuna, eu mergeam dimineata la lucru, adica imi deschideam laptopul in bucatarie, el statea sa doarma pana la amiaza cand ieseam eu de la lucru……A fost cred, ceea ce multi numesc dragoste la prima vedere, desi n-am crezut niciodata in asa ceva, ci mai mult in “instant match” am vibe uit la unison, din prima seara, ne vazusem atunci pentru prima data…..pentru prima data din prima am dormit 3 seri impreuna, a fost ceva…..de nedescris….. se simtea bine, o persoana langa care pot sa dorm, langa care nu cad din pat cand se misca, nu e clingy si face ce-mi place cel mai mult, dormeam imbratisati dar fata in fata….. a fost superb, si inca e acum ca scriu si-mi amintesc…. Dupa acele 3 zile, eu urma sa vin o vreme la ai mei, pentru ca le promisesem ca o sa petrecem putin timp impreuna, el sa plece la practica in Luxembourg, si sa ne revedem in octombrie. Toate acestea s-au intamplat pe la jumatatea lui iunie……Am continuat sa vorbim in fiecare zi, meme, chestii despre noi, ajutat pe ici colo care cu ce putea ……. lucrurile au decurs bine, mi se parea ca inflorea ceva frumos…. nu era ceva aberant, era rational ce se intampla intre noi, nu era nevoie sau prea multa dorinta, ci mai mult…..am vrut amandoi, sau sper asta, recent am aflat ca suntem impreuna desi nu mi s-a pus niciodata problema de asa ceva, si cazusem de acord sa ne luam timp sa ne cunoastem, pentru ca nu vreau si nici el din cate mi-a zis in ceva…..”anevoios”…..dar s-a intamplat, si am continuat. Lucrurile inca decurg bine cred, viata mea…..ei bine ea s-a dat putin peste cap in ultima vreme. dar nu pot spune ca a lui nu….. ne-am retras poate putin, sau mi se pare mie, stiind mai multe doar despre cum sunt eu…..nu pot stiii ce se intampla pentru el acum….doar sa sper ca inca nu-l cunosc destul si e ceva trecator …..pentru ca nici cu mine nu stiu ce se intampla si pe mine cel putin pot spune ca ma cunosc. Cu tot cu zilele astea agitate am pornit intr-o vacanta(in care inca sunt) in grecia( din care cred ca o sa ma intorc mai obosit decat am plecat), timp in care el ramasese sa lucreze….pe langa fusuri orare diferite, avem si orare de somn diferite, moduri de atasare diferite, practic, suntem doi oameni complet diferiti, desi avem si lucruri in comun chiar daca nu tocmai multe sau mari, sunt putine si suficiente.Ne-am pus termeni foarte clari in ceea ce priveste libertatea cat suntem la distanta, ma fascineaza cum am reusit in sfarsit sa gasesc pe cineva cu care pot sa rezonez atat de bine, poate de asta si totul asa puternic si inca rezistent, pentru ca vreau asta, il vreau….Dar nu pot sa nu ma gandesc, vreau imaginea cu care el rezoneaza, sau ceea ce este el defapt, pentru ca….nici foarte diferit de ceilalti nu pot sa spun ca e, sau daca e inca nu mi-am dat seama, nu-i place sa vorbeasca despre el, sau sa-si faca poze sau…..pres multe lucruri de genu, timp in care eu nu pot trece pe langa o reflexie fara sa ma blochez cateva secunde sa ma uit, sau uit sa ma mai opresc cateodata din vorbit despre mine :))))) Dar lucrurile urmeaza sa evolueze, directia in care urmeaza…..ei bine asta inca nu pot stii. Singurul lucru de care pot sa fiu sigur, e ca daca nu evolueaza in. favoarea mea, sau in echitatea mea, le voi redirectiona in alta parte…..oricat de mult as tine la asta, si oricat de mult vreau sau imi doresc…..Am inceput sa vad viata mai mult ca o iubire de sine, sa inteleg de ce zic oamenii ca iubirea e viata…..dar n-am foat invatat cu iubirea altora asa ca am invatat-o pe a mea. Anul asta mai ales, am dat rateuri, am clacat, am gresit, si am facut o gramada de lucruri nebunesti….si pot sa zic ca a fost, printre cei mai interesanti ani din cati am trait. Nu asa multi, daca te intrebai, dar suficienti sa pot face o poveste buna.

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tej321 · 10 months

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#Flor de cumpleaños #flor

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gqwego · 1 year

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Meditaciones - Marcus Aurelius

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