#shit ass story wasted my keys

[baconandvibrators]

Y’all, end of school year, last faculty meeting and the FUNNIEST shit happened. We are all encouraged to nominate colleagues for employee of the month to help recognize each other. Well my dude Craig has been getting no love so he nominated himself. I’m fucking DEAD.

#to be clear #nobody nominates him cause he sucks #my work bestie who is also queer #has advisory with him #and he treats her like his secretary #even though she has a whole ass PhD #so I told her that Dr #actually stands for dude's receptionist #plus he got wasted at the work Christmas party #and tried to drive #the principal had to take his keys #and drive him home #point is he sucks #but this shit is funny as fuck #teacher life #teacher stories #teachers are not ok right now #but this helps #at least for me #lmao

[elliemontana]

Ruin the friendship.

Ellie Williams x Female reader

Summary: Ellie and you are best friends since you were teenagers. You never kept a single secret from her, and you have “helped” each other out to get the girls you’ve been interested in… but she has been lying to you. So, one day, you guys get stoned, and she blackmails you to fuck her. Could you ruin the friendship?

WARNINGS: dom¡ reader x sub¡ Ellie, strap mention, weed usage, oral, dirty talk, fingering, begging, degrading (slut, whore), edging, pet names (good girl, princess).

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Ellie and you are best friends since you guys were 13 years old. You met in school and immediately clicked once you found out you were both into soccer and started practicing together.

It has never been a secret that you like girls, you told Ellie about your first kiss story the second day you met. And she also confessed you that she has always been into girls. Being queer is one of your favorite topics to talk about.

Ellie has always had game, and also you. You usually help each other out to get girls. If a cutie catches your eye, you immediately tell Ellie about it, you can’t keep your mouth shut around her, and she’s always happy to help you grab the courage to talk to them, and viceversa.

Today is gonna be a good day. It’s Saturday, and both of you were invited to the quarterback’s birthday party at 9 pm.

You check the hour in your phone. It’s 7:30. “Fuck. I’m gonna be late.” - you mutter. You’re wearing pijamas, because you’ve been laying in bed all day, watching tiktoks, and wasting your time.

But you have to pick Ellie up. You’re late.

You quickly dress up, putting on your black worn out jeans, black converse, black T- shirt and a Leather jacket. Full black is never a crime.

You pick up your keys and rush out of home, not saying goodbye to your parents.

You get inside your car and speed up to get to Ellie’s house, so you decide to call her.

“Waddup els? You ready? I’m on my way.” - you say as soon as she picks up.

“You have to be kidding me. I forgot.” - She mutters through the phone, with a low tone and a sleepy voice.

You frown.

“What the fuck Ellie. Are you sleeping or something? Get the fuck up. I’m literally 4 blocks away.”

“Shit. Wait.” - She says, and like that, she hangs up. She always does that.

You throw your phone in your backseat, and arrive to her place.

You get out of the car, and knock on her door, loudly.

“Ellie!!!!” - You yell.

“I’m coming!” - She yells back from her window.

So you wait, until she’s ready, right outside her door.

And just like that, after waiting for 15 fucking minutes, she opens the door.

“Hello there.” - She says, smirking. She’s wearing a green flannel, blue jeans and a black beanie.

“You made me wait too much, I thought we’d agree you’d be ready by 8 pm. But let’s go.” - You say and she nods, following you as you hop in the car.

You start driving and look at her again. She never fails to look amazing. She has this weird ass smile and look in her face. But she looks pretty cute.

“You look good.” - You compliment your friend.

“And you look like shit.” - She says back and laugh.

“Can you stop messing with me for one second, Ellie?” - You say, as you roll your eyes.

“No. How could I even do that? Besides…admit that I look better than you right now. I’m gonna get all the bitches for sure.” - She says, with a cocky smile on her face.

“Bye.” - You reply. “Bet I’ll get more girls than you but okay…”

She rolls her eyes. “We’ll see.” - She says and keeps looking at you.

She has always thought you were pretty attractive though. She has always liked the way your lips form a smile, and your glances, and your style, and your beautiful eyes, and your hands…even more when you guys are playing video-games…and the way you’re all focused, and get pissed when you lose. She loves that.

She’s a total tease, and loves to mess up with your mood, just for fun…because she’s your best friend.

She looks at you while your eyes are focused on the road. Her eyes travel to your hands, and how they squeeze the wheel. She bites her lip. She can’t help but squeeze her thighs. She imagines the things those hands do to other girls.

And suddenly she’s frowning.

Damn…why is she thinking about her best friend like this?

“You good? You’re too quiet.” - You say and that makes her flinch out of her thoughts.

“Yeah yeah. Are we almost there?” - She asks, as she clears her throat.

“Mhmm.” - You say.

You see all these random people getting inside of the birthday boy’s big house and you park somewhere near the house.

“C’mon els.” - You tell her and she walks with you.

The place is too crowded. There’s too many people, and they’re already drinking like there’s no tomorrow. The whole place smells like smoke and weed.

“God…I hope I can smoke some weed today.” - She says loudly, but you can still her through the music.

“Yeah? You brought some?” - I ask her.

“No. But I might know someone that has that.” - She says and winks.

This is gonna be fun.

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The party keeps on going. You don’t know what time it is, but you’ve had a few drinks and you don’t care.

You and Ellie have been dancing together the whole night, jumping around, and laughing.

“Fuckkkkkkkkk….” - She says. “I’m having so much fun right now.” - She confesses, laughing.

“Me too!!” -You say smiling. “We haven’t even been on the pretty girls around.” - I joke.

She stops smiling.

“Yeah. Right.” - She says.

Suddenly, I see a pretty girl, looking at me. She’s drinking, and dancing with her friends, but she’s smirking at me. She’s wearing a tiny little black dress that reveals a little, and leaves a lot to the imagination.

Ellie makes me come back to reality.

“What are you looking at?” - She says, standing in-front of me with her arms crossed.

“That girl is cute, ain’t she?” - I say, pointing at her and she waved at us.

Ellie rolls her eyes.

“No, she’s not.” - She blurts out. She’s drunk.

“Oh c’mon Ellie! She’s so our type.” -You tell her, expecting a smile or a laugh from her but she just stays serious.

“Not my type.” - She says, grabs my hand and starts dragging me to the kitchen.

“Um…since when are you not into hot fems…” - You say, weirded out.

She ignores your comment, and takes a little bag out of her pocket.

Joints.

“Holy fuck. When did you get that?” - I ask her in surprise. You were next to her the entire time….Maybe she bought them when she went to the bathroom.

“Don’t ask. Want some?” - She says, and takes a puff out, as she puts the little bag in her pocket.

“Yeah.” - I say and try to grab the joint out of her hand, but she grabs my wrist tightly.

“No. Not here.” - She says, too serious. Her eye contact is too fucking intense.

“Well…where then?” - I ask. “We’re literally in somebody else’s house right now.”

She doesn’t say a word and grabs your wrist to drag you somewhere again.

“What the-“

“Shut up.” - She says, and takes me to somebody’s dorm room in the house.

“Um…” - You say, and she lets you go to close the door behind you.

“Wanna smoke with you. But not in-front of everyone.” - She says as she sits on the bed and you sit on a chair, that is close by the bed.

“Come closer.” - She says, and takes the lighter out of her pocket to light the cigarette.

You get up and walk towards her to sit next to her as she takes the first hit. She looks like she’s really enjoying it, inhaling the substance and looking directly in your eyes while she exhales it.

“May I?” - You say, putting your hand on her hand, to take the joint.

“Mhm.” - She says, and you take it out of her mouth, and inhale. She’s looking at how you take your time smoking it.

“Why are you so serious Ellie?” - You ask her. “You mad or something?”

You feel certain tension between you two. Something you haven’t felt. Ever.

-“No. ‘m not.” - She says as she looks at your hand, offering the joint back to her. “Why would I be mad?” - She says, and inhales.

“Um…I don’t know. You tell me. Have I done something wrong?” - You ask, concerned. You care about her. “Was it because I rushed you to be ready when I picked you up?”

“No.” - Is all she says.

You look down. She’s definitely acting fucking weird.

“Tell me Ellie.”

“No. I’m good.” - She hums.

“Was it…because I had more game than you today?” - You smirk, remembering the cute girl that was looking at you and expecting her to react somehow. But she doesn’t.

“Don’t bring that shit up.” - she says.

“Oh so it’s that…” - You say, and take a hit.

She stays quiet.

“Talk Ellie. Fucking talk.” - You say, now getting a little bit annoyed.

“Yeah. It’s about her.” - She says, making eye contact with you the entire time.

“Fuck…you like her or something? Ellie, I would never get in between you an-

“I don’t want her looking at you.” -She cuts you off.

What.

“Um.” That caught you off guard. “I mean…is she mean? Or is she a bad person? You’ve never been worried about who I mess around with…” - You say and she chuckles.

But that little laugh sounds sassy as fuck.

“I just don’t want her around you.” - She confesses.

Deep inside she feels like she’s saying too much, but she doesn’t really care anymore. She admits to herself that she has been swallowing her jealousy when you bring a girl into the conversations. She’s been trying to “help” you, while she threatens the girls you like, only for them not to call you back, or show up in the dates.

She’s been trying to fucking cockblock you, and you have no fucking idea why every girl you flirt with has been ignoring you after having sex.

“She might just be like all the girls you know?” She says, smirking. “And leave you waiting.”

That hurts your ego.

“Shut the fuck up.” - You say, a little pissed.

“You should listen to me, and stop fucking with all these girls, if they’re gonna keep leaving.” - She says, hiding her true intentions with you.

“You’re a fucking bitch for bringing this up. They like me!” - You reply.

“Do they?…” - She pauses. “Maybe you just don’t fuck them good enough.”

Oh.

“The fuck did you just say?” - You say. You’re mad and that has her smirking like crazy. She’s playing with you, and you have no fucking idea.

“You heard me angel.”

That makes your head ring.

“Maybe you just don’t fuck them good enough. Your stroke game is weak? Maybe you don’t have them squirming beneath you like you should, and that’s why they go…” - She teases.

You cross your arms.

“Fuck you. I fuck them real good.” - You say and that makes her clench her fists.

She doesn’t like the thought of you fucking another girl. Making them squirt all over your strap, making them scream your name in pleasure. She swallows her feelings and says:

“Talk your talk. But I’ve heard them talk.” She lies. “Poor you, thinking you actually made them cum.”

“Fucking shut up.” - You say.

“Or what?” - She replies, and smirks.

Oh my god. She’s insane.

If she wasn’t your best friend, you’d probably be fucking her dumb like a slut right now, and proving her wrong. But she doesn’t mean it like that…Does she?

I mean, She’s fucking hot, but she’s not really your type….

Masc lesbian? Dominant in bed? A fucking tease?

Nah…you like pretty, bratty, submissive girls.

You flinch when you feel her hand on your thigh, and you look at her tattooed arm, and how she starts tracing circles with her thumb on it.

Fuck.

Why did that make your fucking pussy throb?

How could you fuck her? You could never ruin such a beautiful friendship like this, could you?

“What are you doing?” - you blurt out. You can’t think straight. Your best friend is literally touching your leg right now.

“I don’t know. What am I doing?” - She teases, with her hand still on your thigh.

“Ellie…” You start saying but she cuts you off.

“You know what? Maybe you should just..,get your reputation back, you know?” - She says and you raise your eyebrow.

“What?” - You say, truly confused.

“Yeah…you know…maybe I could tell them you can actually fuck.” - She says looking at her own hand on your thigh now, as she brings it closer to your crotch.

The way she’s touching you has your pussy clenching. And you hate it.

Or do you?

“Yeah…you should tell them that…” - You hiss.

“Mhm..” - She says. “But what will I get in return?”

Woah.

“Uh…what? What do you mean by that Ellie?” - You say, when I’m the back of your head, and by the way she’s touching you, you know what she wants.

“Fuck me.” That’s it for you. “Fuck me good, and I’ll tell everyone that talks shit about you that you’re a god in bed.”

She’s fucking lying. Everyone says you’re good in bed, but she just needs you so bad. And she knows your ego is easy to hurt. She’s gonna get what she wants.

“You’re…you’re out of your fucking mind Ellie.” - You say, but then you feel her hand on your crotch. Touching you the way you’ve never thought you’d be touched by her.

And it has you fucking aching.

“Yeah? Am I? I’m just saying…If you wanna get your stupid reputation back…you’re gonna have to fuck me.” - She says, confident.

You look at her green eyes, the way her lips form a devilish smile and you wanna throw yourself at her.

What’s wrong with you?

“Fuck it.” - You finally say, as you grab her face and kiss her.

She moans into the kiss, and hums as she puts her hands on your waist.

You deepen the kiss, forcing your tongue inside of her mouth and she gladly takes it. Making out with you.

This feels good. Too fucking good, you’re a soaking wet mess, and you just wanna know if she is too.

You move your hand to her jeans, and quickly unbutton them, with one hand. Sliding your fingers inside of her boxers.

She’s soaked.

“Fuck.” You mutter on her lips. “Fucking wet already? Huh? Wanted me to fuck you so bad?” - You say and she nods in response.

“Don’t pretend like you aren’t fucking drenching for me too, bitch.” - She talks back.

“Oh yeah? You wanna talk back huh?” -You say, as you slide a finger inside of her with no warning, and you start plumping them in and out of her.

She moans in response and throws her head back.

“Cat got your fucking tongue huh? Gonna make you shut the fuck up.” - You say.

You enjoy being rough with her, and by the way she’s clenching your fingers, you can tell she likes it too.

You throw her on the bed and take her jeans off, leaving her with her boxers on.

You get on top of her kiss her neck, and all of her body.

You trail little kisses on her cleavage, down to her stomach and she’s a whimpering mess.

“Want me to taste you?” - I say.

“Lick my fucking pussy already.” - She replied boldly.

Alright.

You lick her perfect belly, and position yourself in between her legs, and you decide to keep teasing her. She deserves it.

You pull her boxers down a little bit, revealing her little clit, and smirking at how wet she is.

“Fucking whore. You just wanted me to fuck you dumb didn’t you?” - You say, and before she can say anything, you put your tongue on her clit, and start tracing little circles with it, you flick your tongue all over it, and suck on it like a pro.

She feels like she’s in heaven, with your mouth pleasing her, and her only. But the thought of you with other women, with their legs spread open for you hits her again.

The thought of that fucking pisses her off, so she grabs your hair, and presses your head against her center, forcing you to suck rougher on her pussy.

she’s using your mouth like a fucking toy, and groaning in pleasure.

“Suck on it bitch, c’mon. Fuck.” - She cussed out, smirking as she thrusts her hips onto your mouth.

That catches you by surprise, but you make sure to tongue fuck her, just to hear how loud her moans are getting.

“Oh fuck yeah…just like that.” - You look up at her, and she’s a moaning mess, her grip on your hair is now weak, and she’s shaking.

You grab her thighs roughly, and slap them.

She immediately flinches.

“You think you can just use my mouth like that, huh?” - You slap her clit and she moans, hands gripping the sheets. “Trying to make yourself fucking cum? Oh no, princess…you’re gonna have to beg for it.” - You say, as you slide a finger inside of her.

She’s a fucking mess. She wanted this for so fucking long, and now she’s getting it. Her best friend is fucking her pussy so good, she feels like she’s about to cry.

“Holy fuck!” - She says.

“Yeah? You like it don’t you?” - You say, and you can’t handle the ache between your legs. It’s even painful. The way your finger goes in and out of her so easily from her soakness blows your mind, and has you creaming in your boxers.

“Fuck yeah. Please…” - She says, not giving a fuck about begging, even though she doesn’t even know what she’s begging for at the moment.

You add another finger, and slide them in and out roughly, feeling her clenching on them like crazy.

She’s about to cum.

“Fuck yes yes yes, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me just like that.” - She begs.

“Don’t you dare fucking cum yet, you filthy slut.” - You command, and she rolls her eyes in pleasure.

She definitely likes when you call her like that. She never imagined she would like getting dominated and degraded by another woman, but everytime she was alone, she fucked herself thinking about how good you’d take her from behind.

As much as she wanted to do the same to you, you’re too much for her too handle. She’s so close to cumming all over your fingers right now.

“Oh my fuck- fucking god!” - Your fingers keep going in and out of her pussy, and you lick her puffy clit while you finger-fuck her.

You lick it up and down, flick it slowly with your tongue, leave little kisses on it, own it like a fucking pro.

“Who fucking owns this pussy? Huh?” - You ask and she can barely talk. She’s too drunk in the feeling of your sweet licks.

“You. You do.” - She confesses as she starts clenching your fingers, she’s close again.

“You’ll cum when I tell you to fucking cum okay?” - You say and she nods. “Good girl.” - You compliment her.

“If you can take my fingers this fucking well, like such a fucking whore…imagine how good you’d take my cock.” - I say and she puts her hand on her mouth, to cover her moans and i quickly slap her thigh clit again.

“Don’t fucking cover your mouth. I wanna hear you.” - She nods and puts her hand on my head, now caressing it. “You like that don’t you? The thought of cumming all over my cock, milking me fucking dry.”

“Holy fuck. Let me cum…please let me cum, I’ll do anything, please.”- She says…And I feel her walls biting my fingers…

“So desperate.” - I smirk. “Fucking cum baby, cum like you’d cum on my dick.” - I tell her and she cums so fucking hard, i even hurts my fingers. But I like it so much, I’m edging myself so good to this.

“That’s it baby, good, good fucking girl.” - I praise her and press little kisses on her clit, with my fingers still inside of her.

“Fuck…oh my god.” - She bites her lip and runs her hands through her hair.

I pull my fingers out of her and get on top of her to kiss her lips softly.

“You did so good.” - I praise her, and lay next to her. She looks at me and smiles. “You fucked me so good, just like I thought you would.”

I chuckle.

“Yeah? You gonna tell them girls I’m good in bed now?” - I tease her.

“No. You’re mine.” - She says. Suddenly serious again.

What?

“I actually lied to you, they never said you suck in bed. They always say you’re too good at eating pussy.” - She confesses and rolls her eyes. “They brag about it all the time. But the truth is…that I’m jealous.”

“They don’t talk to you after the first link because…I threaten them not to get near you…I tell them I’ll put drugs in their backpacks and get them expelled.” - she confesses.

Holy shit. She’s fucking Evil.

All this fucking time? She has been ruining your dates?

Why? Does she like you? She just said she’s jealous. But jealous as a friend or…

“What the fuck. And you lied to me right now?”

“Yes. I’m sorry. I just…I just wanted you so bad. I’m…I like you. A lot.” - She says, looking straight into your eyes and you’re suddenly weak.

Your best friend, the girl that was screaming your name beneath you a few minutes ago, likes you.

Oh my god…

I’ve been so stupid.

You remember all those times she has frowned when you have mentioned those girls to her, that one time when she almost kissed you when she was drunk…that other time when you found her diary, and your name was written all over it.

You thought she just really cared about you as a friend…but after this?

What could happen?

Could you ruin the friendship?

#lesbian #lgbt #lgbtq #tlou #wlw ns/fw #ellie x reader #wlw post #tlou fanfiction #ellie williams #ellie the last of us #ellie tlou #ellie #ellie x fem reader

[barbiecrocs]

I'm home

Miguel O'hara

tags! hair pulling, praise, use of princess and my love, begging, lowkey highkey phone sex, cumming inside, reader is prolly cheating because they didn't break up, but we won't talk about it, dirty talk

WC. 1649

Barbie's note... This is prolly out of character for Miguel and I actually thought of just subbing Miguel for Gojo bc this is some Gojo ass shit, but I could already see Miguel in the story so I didn't change it lol. Anyway, enjoy!!

He told you, promised you, that he’d contact you every day. If not every day, then every week. If not every week, then every month. If not every month, then he would find a way to give you at least one call a year. 

 The entire three years, there wasn’t one letter, call, text, not even a messenger pigeon knocking at your window. 

 You sat by the phone every day, clutching your pillow, sitting crisscross applesauce, bouncing your knees up and down with joy, waiting for the phone to ring, and the second it would, you’d pick it up, and talk his head off about your day, his day, just everything. Except, the phone call never came. You even took it upon yourself to call him, but he still didn’t pick up. Was he that busy? Did he forget about you? Had he met someone else? Did he change his phone number? Terrifying thoughts circle your head, every one of them scaring you to death. A year of your life wastes away from worrying and grieving his absence until you suffer from burnout. In the third year, you ultimately decide to enter the dating world again to find your other half. Many failed attempts, and this date was one of them.

 You come home exhausted because the date that you’ve been anticipating all week turned out so poorly. He looked nothing like the pictures, he was nothing like his bio, and he was just downright rude to the waiter which was a big ick for you. Now, here he is walking you to your door, thinking that he’s doing his due diligence as a date or hoping to get something extra from you. You make sure to take the stairs up to your fourth-level apartment just to get back at him. When you finally reach your level, it’s another long walk to the end of the hall. You squint your eyes when you see a silhouette in front of your door. As you get closer, the figure looks more and more distinct. “Y/n…” Your posture becomes guarded before your body is propelling itself into the arms of a stranger. Your memory catches up with your body and all of a sudden the scent is familiar, the build is familiar, and tears are running down your cheeks. “Miguel!” You whisper over and over, your voice gradually getting louder, arms tightening around his neck, and the date you were with fading into the background. 

 Beyond your realization, Miguel gives the man a death glare. Looking him up and down, noticing all of his flaws and rough edges. His untamed hair and beard, his wrinkled clothes, and his scuffed shoes. Did you find him on the street? Then he looked down at you. Your big eyes, now closed with tears flooding them, your hair done in an updo and displaying your gorgeous neck, and your beautiful body wrapped in a silverish blue party dress. 

“My love, you look stunning.” His arms squeeze your waist possessively. His eyes darken as he has yet to break eye contact with the opposing male. Your date almost reminds you that he’s still there by clearing his throat, but Miguel grabs your attention, shuffling his hand onto the back of your head and leading you into a kiss. He groans into your mouth, practically feeling the jealousy and anger radiating off your date. Before he knows it, there’s a hand flying to your shoulder with a death grip only for him to catch it. Without any explanation he crushes the man's hand backward, “Don’t you ever lay your dirty fingers on my woman.” He drops the man's hand as he screams in agony. Fishing through your purse, he finds your keys and drags you inside before the neighbors catch wind of what happened.

 There are a ton of questions riding the tip of your tongue that all get shut down by another kiss which you ultimately push away. "Where were you?! You filed my head with hopes then burried them without even touching the shovel! You couldn't even send me one text? Not even and letter by mail? My penpal from 6th grade still writes me from time to time but you couldn't even dedicate one minute out of the day to me. I thought you died, Miguel..." He pushes your back flat against the front door, arms caging you in at your waist and head. "I know, mami... I'm sorry. I'm so so sorry." He wipes the tears from your cheeks and kisses jawline, "Please let me make it up to you."

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His kisses become quicker and rougher when they begin trailing down to your neck. Moans probing your lips. His breath is heated and his cologne melts all of your senses so much that you don't notice him hooking you by your legs and slinging you over his shoulder. He speed walks into your once-alone, now shared bedroom, tossing you on the center of the bed. Even after years, you still remember what to do and start to strip with him. Despite the burning anticipation on both sides, you both undress slowly, taking your time when scrunching your dress to your upper thighs as he takes forever just to show you a sliver of his abdomen. His shirt is finally off and tossed somewhere in the room. He joins you on the bed, immediately going for your hips and mashing your panty-clad ass onto his covered erection. You moan in unison from the friction, “Miguel, please!” He licks a stripe up from your collar to your jawbone, “Those are the exact words I wanted to hear tonight.” 

 He flips you on your stomach, “Ass up, pretty girl.” You obey his orders, trying not to get on his bad side and anxious to have him again. You begin to beg, but he pulls your panties to the side and prods your entrance with his hot tip. You moan, rolling your hips onto his and feeling him inside you for a split second before he pulls your hair. “Needy girl, aren’t cha?” He hunches over the length of your body, his mouth meeting your ear. He tries to get a teasing word out, but you continue to grind back onto him. “Fuck! Alright, I’ll give the princess what she wants.” He slides into you slowly before you slam back onto him. “Harder! Faster!” You begin to cry until he finally gives you what you need. 

Just then, your phone pings with a notification. Miguel, disapproving of the interruption, picks up your device and reads the message, “Hey, we need to talk about what happened tonight with that guy. Give me a call as soon as you can.” Miguel almost stops thrusting, but then an idea pops into his head. You were so in your own pleasure that you almost didn’t notice the dial tone on speaker in the background. “Huh, Mi-Miguel…? What’s that?” Your question is cut off by a third voice that makes your eyes go wide.

 “So, what is it that you wanted to talk about so badly?” Miguel teases, only to be met with the annoying voice of your bad date. “Huh? Who is this?” His frantic voice makes you cover your mouth in a desperate attempt to mask your moans. “If you want to know who ‘that guy’ is, you’re talking to him right now.” Miguel chuckles, looking down at you covering your mouth, and puts the phone right in front of your face. You move to press the end call button, but he quickly grabs your hands and puts them behind your back, his other hand nesting itself into your hair. “Where is Y/n?” Miguel smirks adjusting you until you’re comfortable, hands behind your back and all. “Oh, she’s right here. And I think she has something to say too.” He starts his thrusts back up, not caring to go slow or even be gentle, just pounding you into the mattress relentlessly. Pleasureful moans and cries of Miguel's name squeezing out of you. “Oh, princess. It’s been years and you still take me so well. Have you been letting other men stretch this pussy out?” His grip on your hair tightens and you can tell that he’s starting to get possessive again. “No! Never!” His eyebrow cocks up without notice, “Oh, so you’ve been using your fingers?” You nod and turn back to look at him with teary eyes that only make him pound into your G-spot harder. You both failed to realize, but your date had hung up the phone, most likely fuming while typing out the interaction on Reddit.

 Miguel’s eye line travels down to your ass then a bit lower, watching the mesmerizing sight of you swallowing him up. “If you could see what I see. You’re needy little cunt is doing such a good job of taking me. She feels so good too.” His hand unravels in your hair, gliding down to your hips only to grip them with a deadly clutch. He starts jackhammering into you, your head moving up and down the sheets like crazy and ruining your hair. “Miguel, I… I’m gonna agh!” 

“You gonna cum for me?” He whispers, leaning down to your ear. You nod, “Together. Cum with me.” You choke out your words when your orgasm hits you like a train, your eyes rolling back with your jaw slacked open. “You feel so good, princess.” He helps you ride out your orgasm before pulling out to shoot on your back. “Mhm nhm. Inside.” With the little strength you have left, you bring your hands to your backside and spread yourself open for him. Miguel looks at you with stars in your eyes from you being your normal, shameless, self. He plants a kiss on one of your cheeks before sliding himself back into your sopping hole. You moan from the sensitivity as he releases inside of you, filling you to the brim with his cum. He leans down to your ear once more, catching a glimpse of your knocked-out and satisfied face. “I’m home, my love.” 

#smut #miguel o'hara smut #spider man: across the spider verse smut #spiderman 2099 smut #miguel ohara smut

[justyouraverageanonbloghere]

Dream Made Flesh

I snapped a picture of my new body, my new life, and my new muscles. This will be the day where I will be reborn into a leather loving dom.

Just imagining me conditioning this body and getting older within has a shiny tent forming in these joggers.

Let me back track a little. I got so absorbed in my victorious conquest I forgot to give context.

You see, this body belonged to my jackass neighbor in the flat across from mine. When he moved in, I couldn't stop staring at those guns and that nice ass that looked like they were made from stone. The staring turned into me pressing my face against the peephole of my door and just rubbing one out as I watched him go to his flat and enter. At first I thought it was mere infatuation but it became a fixation. Instead of wanting him to pound me into a mattress, my thoughts transitioned to me pounding twinks like me into the mattress with a body like that. My fetishes and desires became more strong and unavoidable.

Maybe it was a lust depraved god that heard me. Or a sex crazed demon. Since the last thing I knew when I was rubbing one out and orgasmed, my eyes rolled in the back of my head and I was ejected from my body. Getting my bearings I saw my body out cold with cum splattered along my scrawny frame. I was about to jump back in until I realized something.

Why don't I make my dreams made flesh?

Grinning to myself, I flew through the walls to my neighbor's flat and found him passed out on the couch with only in his underwear and a black tank top. I wasted no time and slammed myself into his chest. With him being asleep combined with the shock of an otherworldly force colliding with him, it created the perfect opportunity to immediately seize control as I collapsed onto the couch with a thud.

"Gah fuck-" I groan as my neighbor's baritone voice came out. I gasped before grinning as I look at my perfect chest heave against the black fabric. "It fuckin worked!" I laugh. I get up and walk to my own flat, not caring that I'm not wearing pants and this beast of a cock was creating a tent through my underwear. I grab my hidden spare key and enter my flat. Now that I have this sexy body, I need to adorn it properly.

I often fantasized of my neighbor having a leather fetish and so I bought a pair of leather joggers that I felt would look hot on him. I used my pure strength to tear the underwear off of me so I can go commando in the leather that was about to fit my legs. Pulling the waistband up and letting it go with a snap, I give a good squeeze to my rock hard cock and moaned with a triumphant smile on my face.

Lucky for you, this isn't where the story ends. I figured that I got lucky with my control so I planned a way to take full control of this perfect body.

After giving my dick a firm squeeze through the leather, I dug in my drawers and found my prize. A thick 10 inch dildo that would make you cry faster than a chopped onion. I grabbed the bottle of lube in my nightstand and slick it up before pulling down the waistband of my joggers and easing the cock into this virgin ass. My eyes squeezed shut with a groan as I tried to press the tip in, but thanks to these muscles I forced it in with my new body's innate strength.

With a breathy laugh I kept shoving each agonizing inch in until I was stuffed full and wide and on my toes. I sighed in euphoria as this ass squeezed involuntarily against this thick toy inside of me while I pulled the waistband back up.

As I theorized, my neighbor began waking up from within me and immediately seized control and collapsed to the floor on his hands and knees.

"Fuuuuuuuuuck." He groaned as he woke up. "Wear the fuck am I?" He wondered, looking around before his body lurched from the foreign object deep within him. "The fuck.. Is there something in my ass? Shit.." he shuddered. He tried to stand but immediately fell on bended knee. "The fuck am I wearing? I don't own pants like these- Where's my underwear?"

With a bit of effort, the neighbor struggled to stand again and groaned from that toy grazing his prostate deep inside of him. I dont know if it was pure will power or innate strength because he found my bathroom and leaned against the sink to try and get his bearings together. I used this opportunity to control his hips and start grinding his erection against the porcelain.

"Nngg..fuck.." he groaned out, assisting me in the grinding due to his body's need to climax.

That's right. Assure my victory.

It just took a little push for veins to bulge in his arms as he started humping the porcelain like a sex crazed animal. His eyes screwed shut as his ass squeezed against the toy that he ceased questioning due to how nice it felt. But of course he wouldn't admit it.

Throwing his head back, he shot ropes of cum into the joggers. However, I used this opportunity to push his soul out with his seed so my victory will be at hand. His baritone roar shifted into my voice as I moaned and stared at the ceiling with a face that showed my earth-shattering orgasm.

"Ha.. ha.. Finally..~" I laugh as I give a hard squeeze to the toy in my ass and moan. "But we're not done yet.. I want us to be one..~"

I dive my hand into my joggers and began scooping all the cum I shot that contained my neighbor's soul. I'll digest his soul to gain all the information I need to perfectly navigate his life. Upon consuming the last of his cum, I gripped my head in pain as his memories, habits, information, and skills flooded my brain. My flamboyant voice shifted back to my neighbor's as I shredded the black tank top from the power coursing through my body.

"FUCK YES! THIS BODY IS MINE NOW!" I laugh as the euphoria caused me to shoot another load. Grinning, I grabbed my virile seed and rubbed it over my tits like lotion to prove the dominion I have over this perfect body. "It's kinda funny. I dreamed of this day where I became you, but I never knew your name. But that's not an issue now, Lucas~"

To celebrate, I sauntered back to my room one last time to show my true victory.

Now you're all caught up. So make yourself useful and serve me by keeping this dick warm in your throat, yeah~?

#body possession #male body possession #male possession #male tf

[jayden-killer]

DREAMS ARE MY REALITY.

what would happen if your favourite fictional character appeared in your bed..?

Part 2

A/N: finally came back! Exams period is almost done, so I can mainly focus on writing fan fics and replying to your comments. Thanks to everyone who never stopped giving me support during these months.~ For this story I was heavily inspired by the "Reality" song by Richard Sanderson. Last night I watched "La Boum" and something clicked in my mind the moment the movie titles came by. I highly recommend that movie (and its main song!).

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Fantastic. Another day gone bad. Not only I lost my notes taken at university with great effort (who knows where they flew thanks to the wind...), but it had rained until the end of the afternoon and a careless car passed by at great speed, soiling me with rain and migo mixed together.

«Ugh! You fucker!» My feet stomped hard on the dirt, realizing that what had just happened was just the beginning of a long evening. I'll just open the front door, walk into the kitchen, and throw my comfort on the sofa that I look forward to.

It seemed like an eternity would pass on the way back, and my body barely even managed to walk, almost like a dead weight. Don't walk on the ground. That would have been the last straw.

«Shit,» I thought aloud, the moment my eyes saw my house from afar, «Finally home». Taking the keys out of the backpack was also, a real pain in the ass: a real tangle of wires and metal had formed there since my headphones had not been folded properly. A sigh escaped from my lips the moment I walked through the front door, searching with difficulty for the light switch. I didn't waste any more time removing the ruined clothes (and placing them in a water bath) and letting a hot shower melt my nerves. It was just what I needed.

I knew I had a smile as I lathered my body thoroughly. Now the scent of lavender was something calming.

``I should make some tea too``.

~

«Oh, now that's what I am talking about! ». My smile didn't leave my face, as I excitedly opened the book I had left hanging a few days ago, due to my exam period. Being under stress didn't help me find the concertation and desire to identify myself with the main character of the book. ``That's enough``. This thought flooded my mind. ``Now you can rest, because you deserve it, so enjoy your reading``.

``Thanks, other me, maybe you're right`` I replied to the little inner voice that I assumed had a satisfied grin on her face.

Yet my eyes fell on the mega poster that took up most of my bedroom wall: Miguel O'Hara. This man was going to be the death of me one of these days. I remembered the day when my heart wanted him only for me: in the new Spiderman, starring Miles Morales, many would have said that he was the perfect villain, even if I kept countering, claiming the opposite. Of course, his anger issues didn't help get people on his side. He was perfect in every aspect: tall, muscular, intelligent, thoughtful. My god, where do I have to sign to have him next to me?

«Too good to be true». I sighed aloud again as I pulled my attention away from the poster and back into my book. I think it wasn't long after I started reading and my eyes started to get heavy. I might have let go of the book, and fallen asleep with it on my chest. It had been a bad day in every way. Perhaps that is the reason I imagined hugging Miguel more than once. Maybe that's why I also felt my mattress getting heavier under my back.

~

I was awakened by the sun's rays penetrating through the curtains of my room. I loudly grunted at the thought of getting up early to do my daily cleaning chores around the house. But what harm would it have been to stay in my warm bed for at least an hour longer? Turning over, I had the feeling that my bed had gotten much heavier. Or was I still dreaming of hugging Miguel?

Slowly my eyes opened and focused on an unfamiliar figure lying next to me. I had a moment of confusion. Why...was there a person in my bed?

Only when I fully focused on who was in front of me I almost fainted on the spot.

"AAAAHH!" I grabbed the first pillow nearby, slapping the stranger hard several times, and leapt out of bed, the pillow still in my hands. The man, taken aback, tripped on the ground, and a great thud resounded in the bedroom. I hugged the pillow tightly to my chest. Oh, holy god. What was happening at that moment? I was so confused I could have sworn my face was as just as confused.

The man grunted aloud and scrambled to his feet, throwing his hands in surrender.

«What the fuck did I do?!» he yelled, in sheer confusion too. Maybe at that moment, I could have passed out, I swear to whoever you want! Because whoever I had in front of me was a real dream.

«Holy shit...»

«What?!»

I swallowed hard. «You are Miguel O'Hara. Miguel O'Hara was in my room, in my bed!»

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[mhmery]

I think I have an unpopular opinion that I’m willing to explore more. Throughout the Law of Assumption forums and/or community, I’ve seen “repetition is key” and “persistence is key”. Which, in a sense, are true statements. However, I think there needs to be more context for beginners. I wasted SO much time trying to understand the lingo and the little phrases that were being tossed around, and it left me so confused.

Until I took a step back and read the work work of Goddard, Neville and a few other people. All of the forums and YouTubers have honestly over complicated things. So, maybe, I can break it down a bit.

- “Repetition is key”: The repetition of your affirmations is not going to produce your manifestations. It’s not. Point blank. Why? Because you’re not saying these affirmations to an external source in hopes that they give you what you want.

The repetition of your affirmations are for YOU and your subconscious mind. Your beliefs are what create— not your thoughts, your beliefs. Anything that you consistently say or even consume is what becomes a belief. Therefore, your affirmations and the repetition of them are what creates a belief— that is key.

- “persistence is key”: this one is controversial lol.

Persistence technically doesn’t mean that you have to spend every single day and second of your life scripting, affirming, visualizing. Persistence is a way of life. You are supposed to persist in the knowing and peace of mind that your desires are already created. No one can take it from you.

You can persist and that knowing. Even if you have a low moment or have moments of doubt— it’s okay. Have faith the size of a mustard seed; that faith alone can move mountains. When you have old thoughts spin the block, use your techniques— affirm, script, visualize the new belief; eventually they will subside.

- “Live in the end”: this one kicked my ass lol

This doesn’t mean pretend like what you want is already here. It means to make daily efforts to transform yourself ‘mentally’ into the version of yourself that already has what you desire. How? Maybe create habits, work through those trauma points in your life, analyze your current relationships with self and others and work to improve your beliefs and actions towards them.

Doing so prepares you for the “end” which is just when your desire comes into fruition.

-“ God, universe, higher self, etc.” : I fought with this a lot because of my religious upbringing. Moms a pastor— crazy story lol. Anyway, I didn’t want anything to do with the church because it’s just a big ass scandal.

Anyway, it wasn’t until I did hours of research and soul searching that I understood that God is just energy. Literally— just a very conscious and intelligent energy. What does that mean? Well, in the Bible (which is great manifestation tool btw), it tells us that human beings were the only creating made in his likeness. Meaning, we are conscious, we have subconscious, we can create.

The Bible also talks about God and man being one. This is mainly in relation to Jesus, but I think Jesus was kinda like the Neville Goddard of his time. Conspiracy— but hey. I tell you this so that you can understand that you are not absent from God (universe); you’re actually one in the same, but God is like the extended version of you.

This helped soooo much because I felt like I was holding everything inside of my head and that I was responsible for finding a solution. I also felt like I had no one to talk to my desires about. Then I learned about affirmative prayer. (I’ll talk about this more eventually.) knowing that I’m not praying to something outside of me, but to a part of me that has access to the outside brought me so much relief. And I literally trust that the shit will be done.

- “everyone is you pushed out”: giiiiirl this shit is IRKING

I’m gonna get sciencey because this didn’t make any damn sense until I brought science into the mix.

At the foundation of human existence is energy (yeah we have atoms and molecules and stuff, but it’s all just energy). The earth is just made up of energy. The UNIVERSE is just a big bundle of energy.

It’s not different types or species of energy; it’s the same type of energy in different shapes (or bundles) with different responsibilities. Hell, even a table is made up of energy. I’m a big bundle of energy and you are a big bundle of energy. Our SPs are a big bundle of energy— the same energy as everything in all of existence.

What does this mean? It means that we are all connected through the energy. So, yeah. When you think of someone and they text you soon after— that thought was literally energy being transmitted from you to them.

Don’t over complicated it lol. I swear it makes sense.

EIYPO literally means that because we are all energy, we are connected— so what happens to me happens to those around me. Which is why our self concept change is felt by those around us.

- “Birds Before Land”: honey— not everyone gets them, so don’t spend all of your time focusing on looking for them. BBL come after the manifestation, not before. However, there are moments when shit is just SO obviously meant for you to see. In those cases— give it good meaning.

I will say that when you invest all of your time looking for movement and signs, you’ll keep manifesting signs.

Uhhh— yeah lol there’s more but my thumbs hurt.

#law of assumption #law of assumption motivation

[dominantslasherking]

Hear me out-

Being friends with Michael since childhood, breaking out of Smith's grove with him, all the while Michael is developing feelings for the reader. After they break out Michael decides to ride the reader for being so good to him and helping him escape

the reason why the reader is in there could be whatever you want ( I originally was going to say reader should be in for killing thier dad)

Also sorry it's long + I love your fic 😍

Ur a literal god in my books 🙂

Michael Myers with Dominant Male S/o

My Stories are meant for the much more mature audience, 18+

You didn't regret helping Michael kill the bullies, and you definitely didn't regret killing your abusive mother and father. You did have a younger brother, but your parents starved him so much that it ended up killing him, no one cared for your brother's death except for you. The police didn't give a shit, the teachers, and the entire town just let it happen. Michael was there to try and console you but he wasn't really good at it.

Both of you ended up Smith's Grove Sanitarium together, both of you were being watched closely, they even barely let you two interact...but that didn't stop the two of you after years, of when they finally had enough and separated you two, Michael had broken out of his cell, he killed the guard who was keenly watching yours took his keys and set you free. Both of you were probably the same height, towering over basically everybody, and putting a swift end to the guards that saw or tried to go after each of you.

Michael followed you, as you were the one who got a layout of the asylum. He made sure to clear the way easily as you tried to remember the best way out.

////////////

Once Michael and you finally escaped you rested at his place, Michael came out with his suit and mask as he looked at you silently. He stalked closer to you, taking note of how you just got out of the shower and the towel loosely wrapped around your waist. The water glistened on your skin.

Michael took out his knife and slowly traced it along the towel, the blade getting a strong grip as Michael pulled, letting your towel fall down.

His knife stayed in his hand as he refused to let go, Michael sat on top of your naked body, pushing you onto his old bedroom which seemed to have been redesigned by new people living there, but both of you took care of them already.

"Michael..." You breathlessly whispered knowing you wouldn't get a response but you did get a husky grunt in return.

Slowly unbuttoning his suit until you could see his perfectly carved V line and lean body. your hands traced along his abs his mask tilting down at you watching closely as you fondled his body.

One Michael was fully nude and took off his mask to let his shaggy long hair fall in front of his face.

It didn't take long for both of you to get hard since you both did have an attraction to each other. Michael sat down on top of you, forcing your hands off his body to let you know he was in control even if he was the one getting dicked down.

With one hand he searched the nearby bed stand until he found a bottle of lube. Michael really didn't care how much he used, it splattered it all over your cock and he let your cock rub in between his ass cheeks.

Wasting no time, Michael took your cock inside him fully, you could also tell he had no preparations because he was extremely tight, however, his reactions were rather null when it came to pain.

Michael started to lower himself up and down. Your hands clamped around his waist, as he effortlessly rode you his own cock hard cock bouncy up and down from the movement.

You huffed into his shoulder holding in a groan as his body continued to bounce, His hole easily taking your cock inside and sucking it hard, before his hole repelled up and down onto your large cock.

Finally, you heard his small yet herdable groans of pleasure, Michael was also enjoying himself as he rode your cock.

Michael slightly pulled himself away from you, bending his body slightly back, letting you get a view of your cock sliding in and out of his puckering hole which was being torn open by your cock.

"Fuck..." You groaned, feeling yourself near, the sensual sight of his ass devouring your cock helped extremely, his movements got faster, and suddenly you started to thrust inside him sloppily, wanting to release. Suddenly your seed spilled deep inside, him, Michael's hole twitching and squeezing you hard, as you realized he came after you had shot your bucket of cum into him.

Both of you were breathing heavily. Michael suddenly got up, your cock sliding out of his hole, as you watched your load of cum spill out of him.

the cum inside Michael was rather endless since it was basically your first time and his as well.

But it seemed he didn't expect you to fill him up that much.

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[ziaron]

I love when a big, scary yandere gets an OUNCE of affection from their darling and suddenly they melt like putty in their hands. Even if it's clearly a ploy for more freedom, they can't help but indulge in sweet kisses and kind words, if only for a moment before the Darling tries something a little too risky and has to be put back in their place.

Vjsogihfkfo ME TOOOOOOO AH,,,, lemme get on w the story >;)

Your mind is racing as you feel yourself about to keel over and die at any second. A moment ago you knew exactly what was coming... flinching when responding to him meant you'd at the very least get a few hits to the face, adding onto a growing collection of bruises.

Although now, you wait anticipation and terror after kissing him almost instantaneously in an effort to avoid any sort of punishment.

Both your widened eyes locked onto one another, till he slowly covers his mouth with the back of his hand...

'Wait. . . am I not going to be punished? holy shit.'

With his other hand, he reaches for the top of your head and pats it awkwardly before leaving the room, and you, behind.

The following day began differently than every day prior. Instead of the usual constant berating and sadistic torture he was oddly quiet. Content with simply watching you in fascination as you eat food for the first time in a few days- thanks to him no less.

'I'm not stupid- obviously getting him to think I like him is key to getting the fuck out of here.. I wish I didn't waste all that time screaming... maybe I could have been out already.' your heart aches at the thought of life before- him...

He never gave you his name and you never asked so it's always been 'him' 'asshole' 'piece of shit' and any other slurry of insults you could get in before getting your ass handed to you. But he never broke you. Ever. You refused it purely out of spite and anger, and the worse it got the more anger you had to hold onto.

"Hey.." You soften the tone of your voice till it became almost a whisper. He jerks his head up and replies..

"Yes?"

"The handcuffs... can you take them off."

His face fills with anger and suspicion until you quickly add "I wanna hug you. I... I had a really bad dream..."

it's the only thing you could really come up with in time.. 'What am I a child? He's totally going to kill me... fuck fuck fuck!'

Silence filled the room but you couldn't bring yourself to even glance in his direction until you hear him say "Mm." Before gently taking off the handcuffs and squeezing you tightly.

'Holy fuck- holy fuck- holy fuck it worked. It fucking worked oh my god.' Is what your thinking as your hands cautiously embrace them back.

You're not weak, you remind yourself. It isn't weak to cry. It's necessary in situations where you are kidnapped by a sadistic psychopath. It's even more necessary when that psychopath will think their soothing you.

You reassure yourself as you begin to cry, all the emotions you've been holding up till now come out in his arms. It doesn't help that they're the only human contact you've had for months.

Yan's hand moves to stroke the back of your head. Their voice softly shushes you and tells you that it's okay, that it was all a dream.

But it's not. The nightmare isn't over. The nightmare is still very much in the same room as you.

"C-can we watch a movie? Together?" The only tv's are in the living room, and in yan's bedroom. Either way, you're out of the basement you loathe so much.

"Well- since you asked so nicely.." he says coyly, holding your hand tightly as they saunter upstairs with you. Chest puffed out and proud they can take such good care of their darling.

Your eyes don't linger too long on any of the doors or hallways to avoid arousing suspicion.

You sit down on the couch with his arm rapped around you as he flips through channels. Eventually landing on one you say you like. Hours tick by, and you can tell he's getting tired. You even lay your head on him to further gain his trust. Close your eyes, keep your breathing still... and for gods sake. Dont. Move.

You almost convince yourself you are dreaming when you feel his free hand move to brush some of your hair out of your face... with no response, not even a flinch, he definitely thinks you're sound sleep.

You can feel him shift as his weight and leave the couch. Hearing the shuffle of tired feet followed by the click of a light switch and the closing of a door, your heartrate begins to climb.

Your eyes pop open. 'He's gone? Where is he? Will I have enough time? Fuck it. FUCK IT!'

You make your way down the hallways unsure of whether to focus on silence or speed. Ultimately failing to do both since the moment after you unlocked the 3 locks on the door, and swung it open to meet the cold midnight air, you hear his quickly gaining footsteps behind you.

"FUCK!!!! GODDAMN IT Y/N!"

You pay him no mind as you run into the dark woods surrounding all sides.

'I'm not gonna be fast enough! I'm not gonna be fast enough!!! Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck!!'

The forceful yank back on your hair solidified your waking fears. Throwing you on the ground you look up to see his face seething with rage.

You start to burst into tears- you dont care what happens you're just scared so scared so so so fucking scared.

He drags you by your hair the rest of the way "home" your back is soon to be covered in gashes and scratches from the rocks and sticks on the ground. But you'll pay them no mind. There's something much more terrifying awaiting.

Yan doesn't stop until they meet the door to the basement. Kicking you down the stairs and watching you begin to beg for mercy.

"Shut. The. Fuck. Up. And take off your clothes." He looks at you like you're scum, dirt, worthless. You're paralyzed in fear- but his patience has already been tested once today.

His heavy boot meets your face, knocking you down flat against the floor. Before you could recover his shoe is crushing your windpipe. Your hands desperately attempt to pry him off you, only until your struggling begins to die and he knows you've passed out does he lift his boot from your neck.

.

.

Gasp, cough cough

"Well!" Your voice croaked "Good to be back to your old self, huh?!"

You smile wide, false bravado has always been your forte in times of immense fear. You've got dear ol' dad to thank for that, you guess. Judging from the fact that he has your hands cuffed tightly behind a support beam, half naked, immense fear is in fact what you should be feeling.

For once in the entire time you've been here, he doesn't respond to your provocations. All he does is ram his knife into your thigh in one swift motion.

"GODDAMN IT FUCK FUCK OW FUCK FUC-" Your screams are cut short as he tightly grabs your face, digging his nails into the soft skin on your cheeks as he says,

"First, I'm gonna cut you up nice and pretty. Then I'm gonna fuck you so hard you won't be able to even crawl."

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[bedtimestoriesforbrokengirls]

The Daily Dad — Feb 11, 2024

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Wil Wheaton Rages at Larry David for Elmo Attack: “Appalling, Unforgivable, Despicable” 💭 Oh for fuck’s sake, Mr. Wheaton. I loved Stand By Me. I skipped the first couple seasons of TNG so I have no anti-Wesley bias, and bear you no ill-Wil. But c’mon, dude… it’s a fucking muppet. My dad hated and screamed at me, too… but we’re adults now. Intentionally triggering yourself with stupid, entirely optional shit and then publicly freaking out about it is infantile. And as for the sanctity of beloved Elmo…? Have you considered how many dicks Elmo has jerked off after-hours in a locked bathroom on the set? Elmo has probably done The Artistocrats for private audiences. Elmo goes to work every day with a man’s hand up his ass. Settle down, bud.

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Apple Updates Its Collection of Windows Apps ❝ Today, Apple introduced a redesigned version of its iCloud for Windows app. The updated app, which allows users to access photos, files, passwords, and other content on a Windows PC, has clarified how it works and where synced content can be found. The app also adds physical password keys and other refinements. I don’t spend

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Likes and dislikes about Sweet Home S2? Saw you gave it 1 star on MDL (agree☠️) and I luv reading your opinions!

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ok, first s2 was useless. in my humble opinion, at least 80% of the storyline was a waste of time and money. it felt more like filler scenes to me overall. the new minor side characters were flat, generic, annoying, and overall unlikeable and felt out of place? and it's not the actor's fault because all the actors that they got for the side characters are good fucking actors that know how to act and deliver a charming performance but the writing was annoying af for them all. like the first 3 eps span a time of a few days right? in ep4 there was a 3-year-ish timejump. you'd think that the people adapted to the change of lifestyle yet they acted so useless. THE NEW CHARS DIDN'T EVEN HAVE COOL ASS WEAPONS OR FIGHTING STYLES????????? BORING!!!!!!!!!!!!!! especially the female chars (not wanting to call it sexism but calling it like that) in that residence whatever that was were dumb bishes. instant skip. military homoeroticism subplot??????????? don't care. should have been left in the drafts. the whole science doctor subplot?????????? generic shit that's overused in that kind of drama. who carers about the scientific reason and how to get a cure or whatever they tried to find like??????????????? NO ONE GIVES A SINGLE FUCKING FUCK for the scientific side and they always push that side into the narrative fuck. it was an instant skip for me even tho i like oh jung se as well but that shit wasn't interesting enough or different to make me care and keep my attention focused. the fucking rapist istg instant skip was pissed off that he had all the scenes with song kang like i had to skip and when he died he came back ???????????? fuck was that for????????????? can he stay dead irl and in that drama?????? fuck

also didn't help that cha hyun soo's char for the majority of the season felt isolated and different. couldn't really connect with him because, in the first part, he had the most scenes with the rapist and was in that basement doing weird shit and being handcuffed. 2nd half definitely felt better with him being with other characters and especially with eunyoo and he was back to the guy we knew and cared about.

also lmaooooooooooooo the way they tried to include some key moments from the webtoon into season 2 but it felt flat because it made no sense and was confusing. like tthe whole title *sweet home* makes no sense anymore since the apartment complex they lived in was destroyed by the end of s1. never cared for drama jisu and webtoon jisu was a million times better but them killing drama jisu off in ep3 just like that was so underwhelming and anti-climatic and boring. it was expected ngl i knew she would be killed off but like YIKES. why even kill chars when the most annoying ass chars always come back???????????

firefighter woman and her story with renesmee????????? MESS. in a few minutes growing her belly and giving birth on top of a frozen lake, falling into that lake, idk how she pushed out that abomination and stayed alive after all that but lmaooooooo and her not giving a fuck about her daughter so daddy hyun soo had to step up and raise her only for her to want to be with her daughter again just to abuse and treat her horribly?????? ARE WE FRFR RIGHT NOW?? and i should feel some kind of love and care for her and that relationship?????? nah not on my watch. also i normally love the characters that kim shi ah plays in any drama or movie but the daughter character felt so generic and flat that i didn't give a fuck.

also the weird ass old grandpa guy with that young molester girl that was drugging chan young and pushing into his personal space???????? disliked them soooooooooo much. they were just a cheap and rude version of yuri and her old guy from s1.

more or less the writing really reused all the character tropes and relationship formats from season 1 in season 2.

perfect example was eunyoo and her subplot with park chan young (the warm and soft-hearted military guy that had million heart eyes for her). 90% of his scenes with eunyoo parallel the scenes that she had with eunhyuk in s1. literally will make a compilation set in the next few days. and don't get me wrong i kinda can see some form of *poetic parallelism* to that specific choice but it makes his character more of a eunhyuk replacement (even tho both characters are 100% different from each other when it comes to their personalities and the only common thing they have is wanting to protect eunyoo). but i still kinda wished that they went into a different way and made their scenes more original and not just a copy of her and eunhyuk's scenes from s1. but i did enjoy their dynamic compared to the other shit we got but the sparks were missing for most of their scenes. it was nice and the 2 of them together definitely carried the season overall. he was such a babygirl it was def cute the way he was just willing to support her even tho she pushed him a way all of the time. ngl i would have loved for her to have more flashbacks from s1 with her and eunhyuk or her alone in this season and that we haven't seen before. because I'm sure when they filmed s1 they filmed some more scenes that didn't make it. I feel like cha hyun soo was underused and he hardly showed up at all in a lot of the episodes. minshi definitely had the most screen time and i think was the true main character of this season because her goal and arc were consistent from start to finish whereas the other character arcs changed or stopped completely and felt flat.

also, i don't even complain about the cgi because for me that's just the aesthetic and vibe at this point and i feel like they embrace the tacky-looking cgi and honestly it was giving camp and really funny to me. the lil baby monster was cute i hope it shows up in s3. all the other monsters were whatever tho like wasn't really interested in them. and since people complained about the lack of monsters in s1 the director included a bunch just so people wouldn't complain this time around and tick it off from the list. the background ost was also better this time around i think. idk what else to write but yeah that's it for now.

ngl I'll be sat for summer 2024 and s3 just so i'll get full-time eunyoo+eunhyuk back on the menu. we're so fucking back!

tell me what was pissing you off as well and what you liked

#frage

[sarahnotjmaas]

Kingdom of Ash

Struggling to get into this one

Awww Rowan and aelins babies

This book feels like all my sweet babies are grown up 😭

Omfg is Yrene pregnant?? Is this the book they all have babies? Idk if I’m gonna like that

Dorian is gonna learn how to shift!! Wait last fall? This all happened so fast! 8 books of drama in like two years?? Jesus

I’m 100 pages in and needing more!! The last two books ended with so much action to be had it feels like nothing is happening!

Okay Manon is looking for a way to connect with the Cochran and her great grandma literally told her ‘we got our fire cuz Brannon GALATHYNIYS gave it to our queen your great great great great great grandma’ and you’re literally allied with Aelin Galathynius….. I read that and said ‘whoop there it is’

Yay Aelin is back!! Taking her scars is FUCCKKKED

I have been slacking on note taking but I’m like 400 pages in now and Aelin and Yrene finally met!!!!! I’m so ready for Aelin to start kicking ass again!

Oh and I hope Lysandra is okay….

So many story lines finally coming together!

Queen of witches🥹

Okay I’m getting sick of Aelin not using her power!! People are DYING Aelin! Get it together miss ma’am

When is it gonna be revealed that Elide had dope powers? I know it’s gonna happen

Okay Elide your man just got cut down, now would be the time to be a powerful badass

What a stupid reason for Aelin to not be using her powers. You’re literally at war lol

Manon and Dorian always get me!!! Ugh she loves him and just wants him to stay and not sacrifice himself!! Me toooooo!!

Forget any bad thing I’ve ever said about Elide and Lorcan, they’re precious 😭😭😭

Why doesn’t Yrene use the tower to cure all the valg

Don’t ask me why I go over huge plot points and don’t feel the need to document my emotions but Lorcan gives Elide a foot rub and I’m 😯🤭📝✍️ But seriously me too girl, a man giving you a foot rub is sensual as hell iykyk lol

The way that could’ve been so hot and SJM just blue balls the shit out of the reader. It’s fine I’m fine. She just got my heart racing just to go into one of Aelin’s fucked up nightmares 👍🏻 cool cool cool

Aelin and Dorian have all 3 word keys…

No one has died yet and I don’t want anyone to!!! I’m so scared I have 250 pages left, I know what feelings are coming for me I just don’t know why yet wait did Dorian learn how to use portals from Maeve!?!? Could he transport the army. My boy is the most powerful mf in the books

Not Abraxos. Bitch I’ll throw this book out the window. PETRAH!!!!! Bitch that was So badass fuck Iskra

Wtf!!!!! The entire 13!?!? No I fucking can’t wtf!!! Seriously what the fuck

Waaaahh😭Dorian and Chaol

They’re not wasting time on a vote… really?

I’m hyperventilating reading this unfold. Please don’t kill Dorian or Aelin for this stupid gate

‘My name is Aelin Ashryver Galathynius and I will not be afraid’ WAAAAAAHH 😭

The king saving Dorian and telling Aelin her parents are proud 🥲 I’m not ok

Snow capped mountains under shining stars. Where A winged Fae male stood beside a heavily pregnant female, gazing at those very stars. 👀👀👀👀

Wow Rhys saved her

Chapter 100 wow I’m so proud of myself

So quick recap: Stones are gone no longer in play and gate is shut meaning erawan can’t ever return to his brothers of bring them to him. BUT he and maeve are still strong scary muthafuckas who have like 100k soldiers a bunch of witches and 6 spider fuckers cool 👍🏻

Oh no Murtaugh

It’s about time Lysandra and Aedion! You’ve literally lived eachother for like 4 books now

Aelin has missed her entire war. It’s literally her war on her land and she’s been absent for like all of it.. I’m glad she saved Anielle but her own home needed her weeks ago

Darrow naming Evangeline his heir got me all teary eyed and shit

Omfg Gavriel!!!! No no no why do I even read SJM books they just hurt me

All the battle scenes are so bleak, they’re getting smeared in this war!! I don’t see how they’re going to pull through tbh I’m waiting for a big Aelin scheme but idk if I can take another 100+ pages of them getting they butts whooped

Ugh ‘And she will not be afraid’ that’s gonna stick with me forever

I’m so close! They did it! Chaols reading a letter from his mom and his wife literally saved the world 😭

I’m unwell.

#i did it #sarah j maas #celaena sardothien #throne of glass #sjm #heir of fire #aelin galythinius #dorian havilliard #chaol westfall #rowan whitethorn #sjm books #yrene westfall #erawan #Maeve #kingdom of ash #abraxos #manorian #manon blackbeak #manon crochan

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Butterflies

Warning: Mature! 18+ you have been warned

Genre: Straight up smut

A/N: Read at your own risk and if you choose to read please feel free to give feedback and request. Please enjoy. I decided to make a wallpaper to go with it, feel free to use it 🤗

It was a regular Friday night, you were with your friends, drinking and sharing your complaints and joys about life. Your phone had been going off for a solid twenty minutes, you’d put it on silent and tossed it into the bottom of purse. You knew who it was at this time of night on a Friday. He always called to get you to come to wherever he was to drink with his friends. It usually ended with you and him in a hotel room.

You’ve told yourself many times to stop running to this man whenever he called because afterwards he’d treat even more like shit. He’d gaslight you every time making you feel so small and useless. But today, for reasons unknown to you, you decided not to answer and ignore him. The best way to do so was to silence your phone and put it out of sight out of mind.

You sighed after laughing the story your friend told about her kid who’d just turned one. He was adorable and nearly a splitting image of her. It low key made you wonder where you’d be in a couple years if you decided to marry and start a family. But than those thoughts of hurt that this man and others had put into your head haunted you. You took a drink from the glass you were holding and sat it down, just as a familiar face appeared.

“Wow, I haven’t seen you guys in a while.” It was Seungsik and a few other guys. He smiled happily at everyone as it became a little louder with everyone passing greetings.

Seungsik……..the guy you crushed on freshman year of college all the way up until junior year when he started dating some other girl. He presence always made your stomach flutter, you used to get shy and become quiet. But not now, after some circumstances you took the innocent naive shy girl and locked her away somewhere in your heart for protection.

The conversations around the table were going smoothly as everyone laughed and talked like nothing changed. You’d add your own input every now and again, but you my dear, was too busy drinking, no work tomorrow, who gives a damn about a hangover right now.

Seungsik who was seated beside you noted how you weren’t slowing down so he quietly asked if you were okay and suggested you slow down. Your ass just smiled at him and nodded saying thanks for caring. Thinking to yourself, he really had no idea what was really going on in your head. The bar door opened and he, the guy you’d been currently ignoring walked in.

Seeing you next to Seungsik, who was sitting a little too close made this man jealous as fuck. He took it on himself to approach your table and call your name. You sighed, not completely wasted yet and looked up at him confused as to why he was there. Like did he intentionally track you down?

“Why haven’t you been answering your phone?” He frowned at you sounding aggressive.

You pushed your hair back and sighed a little, you wanted so badly to clown but you couldn’t curse him out, because he was of course your boss and your job laid in his hands. That alone was the reason you were always running to his every call after work hours. He was handsome and everything a girl could want on the outside, but the inside was a twisted disturbing pile of shit.

“Sir, it’s Friday,” you finally answers after the table was completely quiet, none of your friends knew who he was or what the connection between the two of you was, “I’m currently not on the clock and I don’t think it’s proper for me to answer work calls while drinking.” You sighed.

He stared at you for a moment ready to blow a fuse. He couldn’t because he didn’t want to blow his own cover. The only people that knew that the two of you were sleeping together was his friends and they dared not say a word either.

Your boss looked at Seungsik and back at you because you had unconsciously rested your head on his shoulder. He was angry because he felt like you belong only with him. I mean you’re his type, cute and quiet, easy to manipulate and mold into whatever he wanted you to be. But seriously though, this was why you locked that side of you away, you’d naively let your boss do you, saying it was a one time thing. That along with the fact that every guy you thought was for you always took what they wanted from you and left. So with that, more it happened the more you closed her off to become cold.

He sighed furiously before speaking, “Monday, we’ll talk about this Monday. You left work without finishing your report.”

You huffed out a small slur of curse words under your breath before speaking, “I hear you.” looking him dead in the eyes. Telling him to leave you the fuck alone, rebelling against him for the first time and so openly at that. Was it the alcohol, or was it because you’d finally had enough and you just wanted some peace? Maybe both….

He was about to say something further but his friends stopped him and told him to cool it . He obliged but reluctantly, if he had it his way he would’ve dragged you out, why, you were his, he molded you for his own purposes.

“Y/N,” Seungsik called your name softly, after some time had passed and everyone seemed to go back to normal. You looked at him, your vision a little hazy, he was very concerned about you, “you should go home, do you want me to walk you?” He added.

You smirked at him, and nodded, this was like old times, when he used to walk you to your dorm when you stayed out too late, he feared for your safety then and now. Only now, you sorta felt like he treated you like a sister of some sorts back then but that was completely wrong. He actually liked you and had feelings for you.

He thought you only saw him as friend, why, because you were different with him. Your body language and your tone seemed to change in his presence. You worked hard all the time and that’s what drew him to you, you smiled regardless of the circumstances and you were kind to everyone. Both of you misunderstood the others feelings, so when a random girl asked him out, he accepted it not knowing it had hurt you. You both stopped talking then and went your separate ways, one not wanting to get in the way of a relationship and the other trying to close his heart to the person he loved. Can I call foolishness!

Halfway home, you stopped and puked in a random bush while he patted your back. Some water and a sit down later, you were seemingly back to normal. Causing you to strike up a conversation to ease the worried look in his eyes away. It worked but as you made it to your building you noted the familiar car sitting out front of your apartment building. You sighed and your smile dropped a little, hoping Seungsik wouldn’t notice but he did as he glance at the car discreetly before speaking.

“Awe man,” he frowned looking at the time, “I missed the last bus home,” he paused and looked at you, before clearing his throat, “so you mind if I stay the night, I don’t think I have the energy to take cab” he threw his hands up in defense, “I won’t try anything I swear.”

You smacked your lips and glanced at the car again not wanting to deal with that man you pursed your lips before speaking, “I’m warning you, I have a cat and she doesn’t like meeting new people.” You responded with a small nod, what could it hurt? Not a thing right?………Wrong

After getting inside and settling down, you were a little surprised your cat didn’t strike up a fight or an intense glare of death at him. After finding the biggest set of clothing you had you gave them to Seungsik and headed to bed. Leaving him in the living room.

Now sis, somewhere in the later in the night, your phone rang and you answered it half asleep forgetting that Seungsik was in the living room supposedly asleep. But who can sleep when your cat was harassing him with her tail by sitting on the arm wrest where his head was and dangling it in his face and trying to lay on his head? Usually she’d sleep in the bed with you but tonight was very different.

“Hello,” you answered the call with your eyes halfway open.

“What game are you playing at!?” Your boss yelled in your ear, you could tell he was drunk.

“Its three am,” you sighed groggily after checking the time.

He laughed and then started going on a rampage belittling you and ripping you apart as usual. You’d sat up in bed quietly listening to him curse you out. You’d become so used to this you just took it without saying a word. When he was done making you feel small and unfit he ordered you to come down right now before hanging the phone up in your face.

You felt so tired and helpless at that moment, thinking to yourself maybe you were less. You dropped your phone down on your bed just as a single tear found a way to make its way down your cheek. Sighing you figured maybe you were still a little drunk because you’d long since given up on crying, because it didn’t seem to get you any where.

The bed shift as you wiped you face again, the tears kept coming, but no sound left your lips, nor did your body shiver as they kept coming. Hands reaching up and wiping them away brought back from the darkness you were drowning in. Looking at Seungsik you felt like nothing in front of him, so you pushed his hands away and turned your head away from him.

“How long has this been going on?” He asked. The man had heard everything in your quiet apartment, thanks to your cat that is. It seemed the cat was keeping him awake for a reason.

You didn’t utter a word as you finally took a deep breath and wiped your face one last time, preparing to get out of bed. Seungsik repeated the question more loudly and urgently making you stop and look at him. The cold part of you spoke without a second thought.

“It doesn’t matter—.” Your words were emotionless making his heart sink.

“Why, won’t you quit and find another job.” He urged.

You scoffed out a a false laugh, “Like that’s going to help. I don’t think you know how powerful he is.”

“Power or not,” Seungsik took your hand in his, “he has no right to treat you like this.”

“Well at least he doesn’t treat me like his guy friends.” You mumbled out wanting to hurt someone and make them feel like how you felt.

“What’s that supposed to mean.” Seungsik asked with narrowed eyes, his head tilting just a little.

You sighed deciding to be honest, thinking you’d never see him again and maybe it was now or never to tell him your feelings.

You took a deep breath before speaking, “I liked you,” you paused and dropped your head feeling low but wanting to let out, “I still like you, you’ve always made my stomach flutter. But you didn’t like me that way, so you dated someone else. I can understand it though,” you kept going not realizing he’d gotten closer to you, “I’m not that pretty, I’m plain and shy. Not to mention being a plaything for my boss. He’s right, maybe I am only good in bed. It’s the only thing that’s attractive about me right….”

Speechless, Seungsik stared at you, how could you think so little about yourself? How could he have been so stupid? The version of you smiling brightly at him was now replaced with a cold look and emotionless empty words.

“Y/N,” Seungsik called your name earnestly as if he was begging you to look at him, “you’re wrong,” he told you, “you were so cute to me then but when I see you, your beautiful. I thought you didn’t like me. You’re an amazing person, you deserve to be treated like a queen.”

You huffed not believing a word he said to you, wanting to call him a liar as you looked up at him. Your words fell short when his lips met yours, your hands went up to push him away, but instead your hands gripped his shirt in tight fist. Your stomach fluttered but differently this time, it felt hot almost as if it wanted to burn you up.

He too felt himself heat up like cast iron in the dead of winter. His heart began to race as he fought with the decision to stop himself. He didn’t want to be added to list of trashy guys you’ve been with. Alas, it failed miserably when you pulled him closer and began pulling at his pants. You desperately wanted to feel something other than emptiness, with someone you told yourself you’d ever see again. Just one time, you keep thinking, just one time fuck me.

Seungsik pulled away from you abruptly, his breathing was ragged and his mind was a mess. He felt he should attempt one last time to leave before he couldn’t stop his mind from buzzing and his body reacting to your fire, but you pulled your shirt off and grabbed him not wanting him to get away from you again constantly saying to yourself, if only for one night before you go back to your gloom.

Clothes vanished and legs became parted, like a sudden breeze followed by lavender colored butterflies filling the room as Seungsik went down to taste your sweet nectar. Licking and swirling his tongue about making you want to clench your legs, but a tight grip he held you wide open to taste you more. Your hands were in his hair as you made sounds only for him to hear, your chest rose and fell as your walls clenched.

Whimpering out with eyes shut tight you called his name and begged for more, your body jerked and your back arched while he had you locked down so he could taste every last part. Your cries didn’t matter, music to his ears, watching your pleasure as he worked. Fulfilled as he watched you become a midnight flame, flickering and fluttering about. You trembled you breathing hitched and he stopped, licking and kissing his way up his eyes stayed on you.

Taking each breast into his mouth one at a time, Seungsik entered your folds slowly. Kissing at your breast and leaving you breathless. He fucked you deep and slow, then he kissed your lips, you were so tight around him he felt weak and lightheaded. He wasn’t going to stop, he wanted to see you explode, he wanted you to feel like the a velvet queen.

Crystal butterflies kissed his back and shoulders where your hands gripped and nails left scars. He grunted from deep his throat as he picked up the pace. Fucking you harder he whispered your name, right into your ear breathlessly. In the crock of your neck he laid lavender kisses as your stomach clenched. You were close, he could tell by how your hands went to hips. He pounded into you deeper a few times, then pinned your legs wide open.

“Shit,” he groaned out, “come for me. I want to see it.” He encouraged.

This was new, most men you’d been with got what they wanted and that was it. This was the first time anyone had begged you to come first. You felt it, those butterflies, dancing around in your stomach making you clench up again a you shook you head no as if you couldn’t.

Seungsik wasn’t having it, he pulled out and began eating at your fold again. You cried out a loud moan, orgasming finally with stars in you eyes. You body convulsed and trembled as Seungsik ate you a little more, watching as you shined like glitter. He entered your folds again and fucked you harder this time, with some hard deep thrust his came deep inside you. Chest to chest he lay as he emptied every last drop in you.

Out of breathe he lay down beside you, you still trembled a little more, feeling hot but cold all at once. Seungsik wrapped his arms around you and held you close, kissing your forehead. Your phone rang but you were too out of it to hear it, you could only hear your breathing and his heart beat. But Seungsik heard your phone going off amid his muffled mind , he answered it, knowing who it was.

“She quit,” Seungsik stated with so much authority in his voice, “don’t call her anymore.” He hung the phone up and powered it off, putting it on the nightstand he went back to holding you in his arms. He whispered painted words to you as you fell into a velvet oasis, trimmed with lace. Just you and him tucked away inside rose whispering, giving and taking care of each other, until every butterfly burst into glitter and dust……..

Now, the next day you woke up alone, memories slow played back to as you wrapped your head around what had happened. To you it wasn’t a surprise to wake up alone after a night of sex. Yet this time it was different, yet, you opted not to ponder on it and let your weekend roll by without thinking or doing anything. But come Monday morning when you dressed for work, picking an outfit that was alluring but work appropriate and headed out as usual you knew you had some making up to do.

Sighing to yourself as you entered the building, you headed straight to your desk, speaking to everyone as if nothing had happened. But the moment your boss realized you were there he called you to his office, you internally started cursing knowing what it’d take to get this over with.

The moment you set foot into his office he slammed the door and proceeded to curse and yell at you making it seem like it was about work but you knew different. You stood there quietly waiting until he was finished to say anything. Taking a deep breath you walked over to his desk and stood in front of it with your head hung low.

“How does it feel,” he remarked, “he got what he wanted and left after saying you quit. You can’t quit no one else will hire you, I’ll make sure they won’t,” he paused and looked you up and down, “you will pay for making me wait while you played around.”

“Yes sir.” You answered softly, but inside you wanted to hit him and spit in his face.

A sudden commotion outside reached your ears as you listened to your boss continue to talk down about you with no regard. You were curious, thinking something happened outside not knowing the commotion was coming your way.

Your boss stood up from his desk finally and walked around it to you, just as he reached up to play with a strand of your hair, the door opened causing both of you to look up.

“Y/N,” Seungsik called your name as he made his way to you, followed by four other men, he pulled you away from your boss and behind him, as he continued calling to your boss’s full name, “as of today, you are relieved of your position, you have three hours to clear out all of your belongings,” he handed him a letter, “do it while I’m asking nicely.”

Your coworkers were all standing in the door way watching confused, along with you. Your boss’s face turned red, he was angry and couldn’t grasp what he was seeing and hearing.

“Who do you think you are?” Your boss yelled, “is this some kind of joke?” He was referring to Friday night, thinking this was some kind of set up.

“This is no joke, if it were I wouldn’t have come in in such a hurry.” Seungsik responded coolly.

“Hey,” you tried to speak wanting to know yourself what was going on.

Seungsik looked at you “Y/N,” he said sweetly, “let me do my work okay my love.”

You looked at him with a blank face and blinked, cause what the fuck was that? The four men behind you seemed annoyed and tired looking very antsy I must say.

“I’m not leaving until you tell me exactly who you are!” Your boss yelled.

Seungsik sighed, “I am the new head director of this company, the one you were supposed to meet this week but that won’t be happening thanks to your behavior last weekend.” He explained.

Shocked and feeling overwhelmed your boss’s entire demeanor changed. Seungsik only stood there and smiled gentlemanly with his hands in his pockets, watching him began to fold and beg for his job, like you begged for yours.

“Seungsik,” you called his name again also surprised, “what the fu-,”

He shushed you cutting you off, before he started talking. But only loud enough for you and the other four men to hear, his words were the same belittling words he said to you to make you feel small and inadequate, he ended by threatening him saying he’ll never work at a company like this again.

This man, the one that had a strong hold on you was now a weak crying mess begging for his job. He was pathetic and miserable, no matter how handsome he was on the outside, he was disgusting to look at. When his pleading fell to dead ears, he looked at you and pleaded with you to spare his job, going so far as to drop down to his knees and beg your forgiveness but little did he know, you had no control over that.

Seungsik sighed, rolling his eyes, having seen enough, “You have three hours,” he grabbed your hand and pulled you with him, “help him pack his things, we don’t need him wasting anymore or company time.” He said to the four men as he pulled you out of the office with him.

Everyone was shocked and confused by what was going and so were you at the elevators, you pulled your hand out of his and looked at him, “what’s going on?” You asked him sternly.

“I’ll explain later.” Seungsik replied.

“No,” you started again, “I’ve known you for a long time,” you paused you pushing your hair back trying to make some sense somewhere, “you even fucked me-,”

Seungsik covered your mouth cutting you off because you didn’t realize you had an audience, “Y/N,” he sighed looking at your annoyed confused expression, “let’s go out and talk.”

“Motherfucker-,” started again loudly this time.

He cut you off again and gestured behind you. You looked and noticed the curious eyes and ears listening way too hard. You folded your arms before speaking, “I’m not the one that made a scene on this early Monday morning.” You stated.

He smiled and agreed, “But I did look cool though right?” He stated trying to lighten the mood. You stared at him and hit him just as the elevator dinged, “ow,” he frowned, “be gentle.”

You rolled your eyes and he ushered you into the elevators. He took you to the roof and sat down on one of the benches, where he explained everything. You sat and listened quietly when he was done you gave him a look of uncertainty, trying to decide if you wanted to voice it or not.

“The other night,” he began again slowly, “I meant what I said.”

“You like me,” you started, “used and thrown away me? The same as you liked the naive and kind hearted me?”

“Yes,” he answered without hesitation, “you are very special to me. Nothing in this world can change that.”

“You could’ve told me you were going to be the new head director.” You frowned and folded your arms.

“Just found out myself that you work for this company and so does he,” he paused, “that piece of garbage.” He added swearing a little.

You stared at him for a brief moment and huffed looking at the time, “I’m out,” you stated, “I have work to do.” You turned to leave and he quickly grabbed your hand and spun you around, he kissed your forehead.

“See you at home. ” He stated and walked a head of you.

“Hey man,” you started, “that’s not fair,” you started walking faster to catch up to him, despite your heels slowing you down, “that’s not how you ask someone to be your girlfriend!”

He laughed at you and stopped, holding his hand out, for you to take, you did and smacked your lips at his teasing. He still smiled at you, it was that smile that made your stomach flutter again, you blushed and looked down.

“That’s not fair.” You remarked earning a small laugh from him, as you both headed back inside for whatever awaited.

#kpop boys #kpop smut #lush #victon seungsik #seungsik #victon scenarios #victon #victon smut #love ya bye #dump #do not archive #i miss him #kang seungsik

[doedipus]

Bomb rush is genuinely really good and I've had a lot of fun playing it, but in a lot of ways it feels like 2/3 of a game. Like the story is engaging, the overall presentation replicates a lot of what I like about games like twewy, and the movement and gameplay *mostly* feels really good (although I wish the air dash would behave more like a sonic homing attack sometimes).

But somehow it still feels a little undercooked?

Like I wish the characters were more differentiated. even just having them be obligate users of their default vehicles would've gone a long way there. And the vehicles themselves all work basically identically afaik, except for opening certain pathways, which I don't think was ever really explained, and isn't required often enough to really matter. I ended up using vinyl on skates for most of my playtime just because she looks cool and there was never really a reason to switch. I also really wish felix's refusal to use the boost packs had any gameplay relevance, when you unlock him he's just the same as everyone else.

The cops system in general feels half assed. Having some resistance is fine, but the implementation is mainly just a nuisance, and not really fun to engage with. Heat builds really inconsistently, sometimes you can tag most of an area before the cops show up, and other times every tag you do adds one level of heat no matter what. And since the second level is the turrets that make certain necessary jumps close to impossible, you end up spending a huge amount of playtime wandering aimlessly trying to remember where the bathrooms were.

Combat also feels really underdeveloped, against the mechs and turrets it works okay, but the random cops are really tanky and there isn't a ton of feedback from the game when you're fighting them about how much damage you're doing, and they respawn so fast that fighting them is a waste of time anyway.

If it were possible to just mod the heat system out entirely I probably would do that. Doing the regular platformer thing of just intentionally placing enemies in specific spots where they're key to progression instead of using a rockstar heat system would've been better

The last thing is that I think it could use some alternate game modes or generally more divergences from the sandbox gameplay loop. I feel like this is really where the price point becomes a factor- $40 is kind of a big ask for a game with this little going on structurally. I really wish the dream sequence stages were a bigger focus- they make great use of the generally excellent platforming and aesthetic sensibilities, but there's no way to replay them at all, they're just used as one and done setpieces instead of something you can replay over and over to master. there's also not a ton of variety in the challenges you're asked to do in each area, basically every npc only ever asks you to do score attack or go to a specific tag spot, neither of which really ask you to engage with the environment differently. the racing sections are very cool but also very short, used sparingly, and not repeatable. the main campaign is really cool and well-paced, but I feel like for this asking price there's gotta be some more extra shit going on to add replay value.

I guess in some ways I kind of saw a glimpse of a lot of stuff I really liked about the sonic adventure games as a kid, and part of me is disappointed that wasn't the direction BRCF wanted to go in at all. but I think there would've been something to be learned there in terms of extrapolating the same handful of environments into a bunch of decidedly unique gameplay modes. gimme a treasure hunting mode, no-boost felix challenges, dream stage replays, a fishing minigame and a chao garden and I'd be 100% satisfied

#I don't regret buying it at full price but in retrospect I think it's definitely one to wait on for it to go on sale for half off #it's kind of mid for a $40 game but would have been really good for a $20 one yknow #you go to the chao garden and it's just solace #and the gang is like aw man not this guy again #and then you pick him up and throw him at the water feature and he moans

[sattlersquarry]

Worse Than Ghosts [Part I] (Steve Harrington x Reader BFU AU)

READ THE PROLOGUE HERE. READ THE NEXT PART HERE.

Summary: The Spirit Search gang head to the Creel House for an initial safety check, and Y/N is confronted with her worst fear.

Word Count: ~1.4k

Warnings: Language, canon-typical Vecna shenanigans, fear of deep water/fear of drowning, drug mention.

A/N: I included 2 direct Buzzfeed Unsolved references in this one. See if you can spot them! I'll reveal the answers when I post the next part. :)

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The Creel House towered over the Spirit Search team, looking evil even in the early-morning light. Vines choked the house from top to bottom. Moldy boards smothered each window. The whole place sagged under the weight of its torrid history.  

“Well, that’s not creepy,” Steve quipped. 

Y/N shook off her nerves and charged toward the porch steps. The crew followed, looking apprehensive—except for Robin. Her eyes shone with excitement.

“It’s perfect!” Robin said. “We’re definitely going to find an FBA tonight.” 

“FBA?” Jonathan asked, struggling under the weight of his camera equipment. 

“Full-bodied apparition!” Robin said. “A full-fledged, head-to-toe ghost.”

“Full-bodied, you say?” Argyle said. He wiggled his eyebrows and mimed an hourglass shape with his hands. 

On the porch, Y/N flipped open the mailbox and pulled out a small green envelope.

“The guy who owns the property said he left a key for us,” she said. 

She tore the envelope open and dumped the key into her palm. A small note tumbled out alongside it:

“Dear ‘Spirit Search’ team,

Please enjoy your time at the Creel House. When you are done, clean up after yourselves and return the key to the mailbox. 

Sometimes, strange noises can be heard from the attic. I am sure your beloved fanbase would say these are ghosts. The exterminator has informed me these are actually squirrels. Be cautious—they scratch.

Sincerely,

Martin Brenner”

“Squirrels my ass,” Robin said, reading the note over Y/N’s shoulder. “Did you talk to this Brenner guy, ask if he wanted to be interviewed?”

“I did,” Y/N said. “He said he doesn’t have any stories to contribute. But he’s happy for the exposure—he wants to turn this place into an AirBNB or some shit. Apparently, some people stay in haunted places for fun, and not for YouTube shows.”

The front door, adorned with a dirty stained-glass window of a rose, did not look particularly inviting. However, Y/N unlocked and opened it. 

The door creaked on its hinges, the sound sending a shiver down her spine. The entryway of the house was as disheveled and rundown as the exterior. 

“Whoa,” Jonathan said. “Every place we visit is fucked up, but this…this is super fucked up.”

The five of them wandered around, soaking in the sight of cobwebs and mildew.

“I feel like I’m gonna hurl,” Argyle said, green in the face. “What the hell is that stink, yo? It schmacked me right in the nostrils as soon as we walked in!” 

“Mold?” Steve said. “Rot?” 

“Ghost ectoplasm?” Robin offered.

Steve and Robin started to bicker back and forth about the utter ridiculousness of her theory. 

“Save it for the cameras!” Jonathan said. “Don’t waste all the good banter when we’re not rolling. Right, Y/N?”

The girl in question didn’t respond. She strained to listen to the upstairs of the house, swearing she heard…running water?

“Y/N?” Jonathan repeated. 

Y/N chalked the phantom sound up to anxiety.

“Right,” she said. “Be careful, everyone. Watch your step and don’t touch anything sharp or suspicious. I sincerely hope you’re all caught up on tetanus shots. Robin, Argyle, you survey the first floor. Steve and Jonathan, you check the second. I’ll head up to the attic, squirrels be damned. Use the red tape to block off any place seemingly dangerous, and look for good spots to set up infrared cameras.” 

“Cold spots!” Robin added. “Use the tech I got you all for Christmas to find cold spots. That means spirit activity, and that’s where the cameras should go.” 

The group promised they would use the devices—except for Argyle, who sheepishly admitted to turning his into a bong—and went their separate ways.

Up in the attic, Y/N affixed red tape around the cracked window, imaging a horrible scenario where a stoned Argyle tumbled out of it. 

Then, she heard it. A voice so chilling it could cut through skin, muscle, and sinew.

“Y/N…”

She dropped the tape in shock and whirled around.

She stood alone in the attic. 

“Hello?” she called, voice wavering.

“Hello, Y/N.”

“If this is some kind of joke, Steve,” Y/N said, louder, “I’m not fucking laughing. Cut it out.” 

“Poor, poor Y/N. So scared. So alone.”

“If you don’t stop it this instant,” Y/N snapped, “I’m firing you and making it Robin’s show!” 

She stormed down the attic steps and yanked on the doorknob.

The door didn’t move an inch. 

She pulled harder. 

Nothing. 

“This isn’t funny!” Y/N said, anger making way for fear. She pounded on the door with her first. “Open up!” 

A haunting reverberation echoed through the air. Y/N climbed the stairs once more and almost fainted on the spot when she saw a chiming grandfather clock standing proud in the middle of the attic. 

A grandfather clock that had not been there ten seconds before. 

The glass clock face split into multiple pieces. Y/N stepped closer and could hear the running water from before. 

The horrible voice seemed to be coming from the clock itself: “Do you remember that day at the beach, Y/N? It started out so tranquil.”

Y/N let out a stifled scream when the clock face exploded. Saltwater poured out from it, impossibly fast. Y/N tripped back down the stairs, the water flowing alongside and rising, rising, rising. 

“Your mother told you to stay on shore. But you were foolish and did not listen.”

Y/N screamed for help and pulled harder on the door. Tears poured down her cheeks as the rushing water got past her calves, her knees, her thighs, her hips—

“To this day, you cannot even swim in a swimming pool without remembering that day at the beach. That riptide. Do not fear, Y/N. Your suffering is almost at an end.” 

Y/N pounded her shoulder against the door as the water got up to her neck—

—and she blinked, and she was standing in the middle of the attic, no water or grandfather clocks in sight. 

She stumbled backward, gasping for air and clutching her chest. What the hell just happened?!

She roughly wiped her tears away and practically flew down the steps, relieved when the door opened with no trouble. 

Y/N zipped onto the second floor landing, heart racing. She accidentally collided with Steve, as he exited one of the bedrooms. 

“Whoa!” he said. He grabbed her shoulders to steady her. “Slow down, Speed Racer!” 

“Did you hear any of that?” Y/N said, breathless. 

“Any of what?” he said, tilting his head in that confused, painfully adorable way he did anytime Robin threw out supernatural terms or theories he didn’t know. 

“The-the—” Y/N stammered. She wanted to explain what just happened, but how could she if she didn’t understand it? 

A look of concern blossomed across Steve’s features. 

“Are you okay?” he asked. “You look a little nauseous.” 

“I’m okay,” Y/N said. “I’m okay. I…shit. Maybe ghosts are real.”

“Don’t tell me Robin and Argyle brought you to the dark side,” he teased.

Y/N, too freaked out to joke around with him, mumbled out, “Interviews. Gotta prepare for interviews.” 

She bolted to the first floor and headed back to the outside world. Steve watched her go, brow furrowed. 

Jonathan exited the upstairs bathroom.

“There are jars upon jars of dead spiders in there,” he said, jabbing his thumb in the direction he came. “We’re taping that up.”

“Good call,” Steve said. “Hey, not trying to be funny, but Y/N just came down from the attic and looked like she…well…”

“Like she saw a ghost?” Jonathan finished, as he taped-up the bathroom door with a big red X.

“Yeah, exactly! She looked more scared than I’ve ever seen her. Even more scared when we were at that abandoned Blockbuster Video in Fresno, and that homeless guy hiding in the store tried to stab her with a heroin needle.” 

“That was terrifying,” Jonathan said. “I’m sure she’s just jittery. This house is scary and gross. And she went up to the attic all by herself, which in hindsight, wasn’t a smart move.” 

“We really need to be a six-person team,” Steve said, “so everyone has a buddy.”

“Let me guess,” Jonathan said, with a sly smile. “You always want to be Y/N’s buddy, right?” 

Steve’s cheeks flushed pink. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Byers,” he muttered.

“Mm-hm. Sure.” 

They heard a whistle from downstairs. 

“Time to go!” Y/N said, poking her head in the front door (but keeping her body firmly planted outside). “We need to head to the library for our interview with Nancy.”

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Tags: @thehauntingof-nancywheeler @mxltifxnd0m

A/N: Let me know if you want to be tagged in this series!

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x y/n #steve harrington x female reader #st fic: ghosts #worse than ghosts i #st4 spoilers #buzzfeed unsolved au

[watermelon-beachboy]

one of my favourite harmless but annoying bits is when one of my dear friends asks me where I got something and I tell him it “came to me in a dream” because he fucking HATES IT.

example one: one day a professor was sending a bunch of shit up to e-waste and I asked if I could have a tube tv he was throwing out. he let me take it and for the whole day I was just luggin that shit around (fucking HURTS when you’re joints are ballsed). friend consistently was shocked every time he saw me, and every time asked me where I got it. When my beautiful, true and real reply came he would repeat it until I once again agreed it came to me in a dream. By the end of the day he was so angry about it he told me my dream tv (and my plan for it) wouldn’t work at all.

example two: I found a busted ass little metal pot on a beach over the summer and proceeded to get very attached to it. I brought it to campus to ask my professor if it was a feasible subject for a painting, and the friend once again asked me where I got my item. “It came to me in a dream? Prettyyyy sure I said that.” “NO. It did not come to you in a fucking DREAM.” He loves me I prommy.

example THREE: I had an entire loaf of bakery bread in my bag one day, saw him coming down the hall and SEIZED MY CHANCE. I set that shit up as fast as I could (open, set out on the paper bag) and began eating pieces I ripped off. A key thing is that there ARE technically bakeries in the vicinity, but I can’t get to them easily at all bc of construction (can’t walk on uneven ground) and it was also seven in the morning. He sits down. He sees the bread. The multiple unwritten examples of things “coming to me in a dream” has not ever prepared him for my response somehow. I believe he remains hopeful.

“Shit, that smells nice. Where’d you get it?”

“Oh, it came to me in a dream :]”

he yelled at me a little, but it was the annoyed lowkey yelling people do. I let him rip pieces off so he calmed down real quick.

there is no point to this story other than I love annoying him. He asks me a million and one questions about where shit is in OUR ROOMS every day so it evens out.

[theblueflower05]

You and another author inspired me to create a Neteyam series. Ive got the first two chapters outlined and some other major key parts that will be used for the story. Though like you, I am going to work on it in my own time. Trial and error is a major factor in tha arts, and I'm willing to tread that path so I can post this series when the time comes.

At the moment I'm unemployed, but I've been offered a job. The amount of drafts I have is insane (127), they consist of prompt ideas, one shot ideas, series ideas, head cannons, all about the avatar characters (Mostly Neteyam & Ao'nung ngl). I've never been so involved in a fandom that my daydreaming ass is dedicated to turning my thoughts into art.

I feel like when i get my shit together, and actually go after my goals and explore the skill sets i have, I'll be more confident in my ability to actually do things. So when i get a job, when im out and about, I'll be more motivated to continue my writing.

I feel useless because I'm not studying and everybody else is 😅. Honestly i don't know what to study or if im prepared to. There are so many options and it just collides with all of my interests. I have so many interests and hobbies and i love learning, i just feel as though im wasting my talents and brain cells.

Nah its cool baby, I'll get there eventually. 😁🩷

Last but not least, i love your writing you're amazing ✨

Hiiiiiiii.

So much to respond to, thank you for sending this ask in! I love meaty convos like this. They feel so intimate and personal.

I couldn’t agree more, when it comes to writing it’s kind of just grooving til you hit a streak- which can be hard when life’s super busy. I have so much real world shit going on, that sometimes it takes me a minute to be able to come back to the little worlds I create.

Using writing as a form of escapism and self therapy has helped my mental. Like so much. I will never stress about when I’m going to get a “new chapter out” or when I’m going to “answer asks or requests” because this is my me time.

127 drafts?! That is insane!!! I bet you have so much good shit!

Okay I’m gonna give you two little pieces of advice that really aren’t advice at all. Just my two cents!

Working doesn’t equal validity. You are valid just by existing-

But on the flip side I get not feeling settled enough in real life to kind of be comfortable exploring hobbies. I get in my own head about it all the time. Being human is hard, choosing your path is fucking HARD.

I have faith that things will align just right.

Everything will be alright, babycakes!

When you decide to post your stories, please give me a tag. I’d love to read. If you decide you want to explore fandom, do it! Post as much as you can! Post things that make you happy! Have fun!

Thank you for reading my writing, hope it brings ya some joy💘

#we’re all a lil lost #I love talking to you guys #please send anything and everything in!