#sorry not to sound full of myself but fucking seriously i feel like it's the least we can do for each other

[clownpassing]

think i'm leaning into the anger stage of grief like why did all those people i opened up to get to just do whatever they wanted with me and then as soon as i reciprocated they cut me off. are you that fucking scared of me? am i that fucking stupid that i didn't see their hands about to yank the rug out from under me?

#txt #op #i'm sorry i just genuinely don't fucking understand at all #i am a catch. i do my very best to spread love and i care so deeply about people and i'm cute #what is so wrong with me that people push me away so readily after i have started to feel safe #i dont wanna self victimize or anything but fuck all of you honestly #i deserved better #i deserve to be wanted. i deserve to be sought after #instead of me having to do all the fucking work. being autistic is so fucking tiring sometimes #why cant everybody be as honest and forthcoming as me #sorry not to sound full of myself but fucking seriously i feel like it's the least we can do for each other #for fuck's sake. ugh

[tacticalprincess]

a/n i need him in ways that wouldve gotten me lobotomized in the 50s…

himbo!könig wanted your first time together to be special. after all the months of work he put in getting you to take him seriously, all of his dumb attempts at courting you, he wasn’t going to fumble his chances with you now.

he’s usually pretty confident in himself, almost to the point of delusion, but something about you makes him so nervous, and he can’t wrap his head around someone like you genuinely being interested in a goofy guy like him :( that’s why he misses all of the opportunities you give him to fuck you, always taking your hints and attempts at seducing him the wrong way…

“it’s so hot in here, köni.” “are you getting sick, liebchen? should i turn the air on?” “no, i think i’m wearing too many clothes…” “…you don’t look overdressed to me.”

at some point you start to question if he actually does want you in that way. but the way even the slightest touch from you has him popping boners is enough to shake you out of those doubts. everything about you seems to turn him on. he’s convinced you were plucked straight from his wettest dreams, and he can’t stand to be in close proximity to you for too long without being affected. but he thinks he hides it well enough— always covering the proof of his arousal with a subtle pillow over his lap whenever you’re around.

of course he wants to make the move, but he wants to do it properly. it happens the night he takes you to a small town carnival. he planned on kissing you on top of the ferris wheel, but he unfortunately surpassed the weight limit. instead he holds your hand on the rollercoasters and you feed each other fair food. he insists on stopping at every game until he’s won you too many stuffed animals for you to carry and eventually you’re forced to leave.

he’s shaking in his boots by the time you get back to his place, tripping over the mess on his floor and stumbling over his words. sensing his hesitancy, you’re the one to lead him to his room, your hand wrapped around his large finger.

“are you sure, maus? we don’t have to, i have DVDs–”

“shut up and fuck me, köni.” you huff, already fully naked and exposed on his bed. “please.”

he plans to take it slow, he really does. getting the chance to please you, to be let inside your hot body for the first time, is a privilege he doesn’t take lightly. he wants you both to savor it, he has to make it good for you :(

instead, he absolutely loses himself the moment his fat, pulsing cock sinks into your gummy cunt. he goes full caveman, your headboard slamming against the wall with the force of his thrusts for all your poor neighbors to hear :( all thoughts leave him when he’s sheathed inside of you except for how perfect your sopping pussy feels around him, borderline animalistic as he uses your smaller body as a fleshlight. the sounds of his heavy balls smacking against your ass accompanied by your pretty whines and moans only spur him on.

he fucks you in missionary so it’s more intimate, but there’s nothing romantic about the way he’s mounting you. you thank god for making you flexible as he’s pushing your knees up to your ears, seemingly trying to push his cock deeper than your small cunny has room for, stretching your poor cunt past its limit. you swear you can feel him all the way in your stomach, mushroom tip bruising your cervix with each thrust.

you don’t even notice you’re sobbing until he does. “are you okay, liebe? does it hurt?” he asks through heavy pants. “fuck, i’m sorry. i don’t think i can stop myself, you just— you feel so fucking good. you’re so… warm… squeezing me so tight. just- just hang in there for me, ja?”

your brain can’t work for long enough to form words, rough thrusts drawing nothing but high pitched staccato “uh-uh-uh”’s from your throat. you’re drunk on the feeling of his thick cock splitting you open, the way his heavy body squishes yours, barricading you in so you’re completely engulfed by him. his hairy stomach ruts against your sensitive, puffy clitty until you’re clenching around him, your sudden orgasm draining the cum out of his tight balls. “so good. fuck, you’re so perfect. best pussy i’ve ever felt.” he fucks you through the high, mindlessly overstimulating you both until you have to physically push him off of you.

you might’ve created a monster…

#himbo!konig #cod smut #konig cod #konig x y/n #konig call of duty #konig modern warfare #konig mw2 #konig smut #konig x you #konig x reader #call of duty x you #call of duty x reader #call of duty smut #cod x reader #könig smut #könig cod #könig x reader #könig mw2 #könig call of duty #könig #könig x you #könig x y/n #könig fanfiction

[elliesflower]

i’ve seen discourse abt ellie being stone top or a switch and i’m curious to know how do u hc her? she’s so hot either way idk how to feel😵‍💫

top to bottom [ellie williams]

pairing; ellie x f!reader

an; thanks for this request!! i've never written headcanons before hehe ＊*♡( ⁎ᵕᴗᵕ⁎ ）

18+ only, mdni!!!

so i know a lot of people actually hc ellie as being a bottom, but i really think she's a switch, though definitely preferring to top.

she'd be fucking whipped for you, eager to please you in any way you want, making her perfect to top you—she's the type to anticipate all your needs, and she'd do anything to make sure they're met.

"i know you've had a stressful week baby, let me make it better. please? i'll make it all better, i promise..."

she's just so casually dominant. she has a filthy mouth in casual conversation, and an even filthier one when she has you in her bed or on the table or in the bathroom or behind the church. she always knows exactly what to say to push your buttons, to rile you up, to get you right where she wants you...she'll have you practically kissing her feet, begging to be fucked.

"i know, sweetheart, you've been so good today...so polite, doing everything i asked of you...why don't you lay down for me?"

i think she'd like fucking you any way she could, but fucking you with the strap has to be her favorite. the way your face twists up in pleasure as she pushes past that tight ring of muscle, starting slowly until you're begging for more—and of course, she'll give it to you.

"oh fuck yeah...c'mon babe, arch that back, lemme in...you feel that, huh? nice and deep, just how you like it?"

she's a fucking sex god. have you seen her fucking fingers? i just know that seeing the pleasure she brings you gets her off—the pretty sounds you make while she's stuffing you full, feeling your pussy clench around her fingers as she draws orgasm after orgasm out of you...i just know she could come untouched.

"ah ah, don't cover your mouth, princess, lemme hear those pretty noises you make...yeah, good girl, that's it..."

she's a fucking munch. PERIODT. END OF SENTENCE.

"always so fucking wet for me...lemme taste you, fuck, i gotta taste you..."

buuuuut, she's also a big softie. she'll do anything to make you smile, and doesn't always take sex so seriously. she laughs at herself sometimes, or takes the worst possible moment to make a joke like when she's about to make you cum on her face.

"sorry babe, i couldn't help myself!"

you always know she wants you to top when she asks you to "watch a movie." it's her perfect excuse to cuddle up in your arms while you rub her back, feeling her breaths get heavier and deeper the further your hand trails down, until the night ends with the movie long forgotten, and her coming all over your fingers.

"it's been a long day, babe. let's cuddle and watch a movie?"

she's a fucking whimperer when she's getting fucked, i just know it. she's a little bossy, tells you exactly how many fingers to use, tells you how to grind your hips while you're scissoring, but you'll always do it, because it draws the sweetest sounds out of her pretty pink lips.

"right there, right there...uh, uh, fuck..."

she just wants to be close to you all the time. days off together are the best—laying in bed all day, in between naps kissing sloppily and lazily grinding your hips together, taking turns coaxing gentle orgasms out of each other...there's nothing like it.

"i love you...so much...my everything...."

#ellie williams #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #ellie williams x you #ellie x you #ellie tlou #ellie williams tlou pt 2 #tlou pt 2 #the last of us smut

[nicolesainz]

Darling (JB 22)

Jenson Button x f!reader (Mark Webbers Daughter)

A/N: Ya’ll can blame the Brawn Doc (which btw was great, go check it out)

Summary: A little visit to your dad’s old friend after the Goodwill festival wouldn’t hurt,right?

Warnings: minors dni, +18, suggestive smut, edging, fingering, p! in v!, age gap (reader is 22)

“Hey Jense, would you mind keeping an eye on her? Missus and I will fly back to Australia but she’s staying here for a friend’s party”

My father would’ve never let me stay in a hotel. It had to be Jenson. Out of all his friends, all the people in the fucking UK, it had to be him.

And reminded that I’m 22. Not underage. And I can legally drink, thank you very much.

“Of course mate. I have a spare room she can use. I’ll barely be home this weekend.” It was the British Grand Prix and he is a presenter for Sky Sports, hence why he won’t be around.

To be fair, I only watch the post race show just to admire him. But my dad doesn’t need to know that, or Jenson himself. He doesn’t have to know how handsome he is or how smart he sounds given his knowledge in Formula One.

What’s more attractive than that?

And the fact that I have secret screenshots of his shots in my phone, but again, no one needs to know.

“Let me get her luggage full of god knows what type of dresses. I don’t even know when she bought them!”

"I hope you know how old I am, dad" I roll my eyes at his comment as Jenson lets out a small giggle, earning a death glare from my dad.

"Before she leaves the house, please make sure to see what she's wearing. And if there are any boys in sight." my dad warns him, as if I am going to enroll myself in the army and fight the enemy, which to him, would've been more preferable compared to a party.

"Got it. We definitely know that you think she's 17" Jenson replies and my mother laughs along, as I try not to burst out.

"If you side with Y/N, I will break your Porche." My dad's voice raise and I glance at Jenson who has a look plastered on his face as if he was offended and scared by the threat.

"I have kids myself, I think she's going to be safe with me. Come on Mark! I was the only driver you never crashed with, kinda." He takes the luggage away from my mother's hands and waves them goodbye as I go and hug them.

"Take care kiddo and if you need anything, im a call away. Also if you want to go to the paddock, the passes are under my name" he kisses my head after having me squeezed in a tight hug.

"Y-yes dad, I know. Now please let me go because I cant breathe."

"Sorry" he sets me free and I join Jenson's side. God he's tall and broad.

"Alright now, shall we?" he looks down at me and I nod, unable to utter a single word, even though I've know him my whole life.

The boys in my university were dying to hear stories with the senior formula one drivers, coming from a daughter of one. It's a nice feeling to narrate all the success and glory of this sport.

"Seriously though, your bag is very light. Are you even carrying anything in here?" Jenson asks, weighing up and down my luggage, flexing his muscles as I try not to drool all over the place.

"Only necessities. Dresses, shoes, makeup, few outfits for the race and condoms." the last one quite shocked him but also was a way of teasing him, given my major crush.

"You have condoms, yet I didn't hear you say panties"

"Won't be needing any"

"And why is that, may I ask?"

"Cause I like to be free. More access and more fun" I wink at him and I stare at his lips, a smirk is growing as each word is leaving mine.

"So you are telling me, that right now, underneath this short but nonetheless breathtaking dress, no panties are worn?"

I get closer to him and whisper softly in his ear:

"Wanna see for yourself?"

Honestly, don't ask me where I found this much confidence and especially with someone twice my age. And a friend of my dad's.

"Behave yourself darling" he coughs lightly to clear his throat and grabs me by the waist, so my dress doesn't float from the summer breeze.

"And what if I don't want you, Mr. Button?"

"Then you'll wish you had never said that" he growls and immediately opens me the door to his McLaren.

When he gets in the drivers seat, he wastes no time and gets on the road instantly. During the ride, there's a comfortable silence filling the atmosphere, until the air coming out of Jenson's window pulls up my dress and his hand quickly falls on my thigh, holding it down once more.

Jenson decides to roll up his window but his hand remains on my thigh and this time, is holding it firmly and starts caressing it from the inside.

Soft sighs leave my mouth, but controlling them is inevitable when his touch was all I have been craving since I turned 18. His foot hits the gas harder, speeding and driving in between the other slower cars. He reminds me of the Jenson back in his Brawn days and I can feel myself pooling just at the thought.

It was the very right time when his hand cupped my bare pussy, feeling the wetness caused by barely a thought of him. The slight touch of his fingers on my trembling self has my knees going paralyzed. I feel like crying from pleasure and yet I don't even know if he's doing that on purpose to embarrass me or if he's actually enjoying it too.

"Oh baby, you're definitely not behaving yourself" he says as his index finger draws circles around my clit. My legs are clenching his hand inside me as the other one holds the steering wheel, looking at his knuckles that have turned white.

"Jenson" I breathe out and moan simultaneously as he starts pumping two fingers inside me fiercely, letting myself to his mercy and unable to react.

"This behavior will have consequences young lady. I warned you" he lets a soft kiss on the crock of my neck and feeling his beard scratching it, I go absolutely insane.

"Then punish me sir" I blurt out without thinking and Jenson drives in seconds at the spot in front of his house, stops the car and places me on top of his lap with just one hand.

Jenson's lips crash into mine without wasting a second as his fingers play with my uncontrollably wet pussy. The feeling of moaning is surely necessary and I don't hold back. My tongue dances with his and the kiss gets deeper like his fingers, hitting perfectly my soft spot.

"You are going to be the death of me" Jenson says as his mouth falls on my neck, sucking it off like there's no tomorrow. My hands try to unbuckle his belt and eventually make it to the part where I can feel his erection growing. It's true what they say, older men do it better.

In other instances I would have been furious, but Jenson ripping my dress, just so he can have better access at my breasts is incredibly hot. I don't care that I am left vulnerable at his sight. At this I was pleading it.

My breast hurt from his kisses and I know in a few hours small red dickies will be covering the surface. My fingers decide to trace the shape of his thick cock but I can tell he wants to feel me. I have teased him and he me, for way too long.

"If you keep being naughty I won't let you cum, dear" a groan escapes his body as I take his length in my hands and caress the veins that have popped out.

"Then I want you to fill me up with your cum" I take him by surprise and I can sense his heartbeat raising from worry. He regards me as something innocent, precious and fragile. Which I am. But I feel ready and I am.

"Are you sure? I mean, have you? Uh? Had sex before?"

"I-uh-well, no. But-"

"Baby we can't do it here. You don't deserve to have your first time on a car. You deserve to be worshipped."

Jenson's words make me blush and my heart was flattering as if I was a fifteen years old again, simply watching him race and get multiple podiums.

He looks around and opens the door of his house and then quickly rushes with me inside and shuts it with such force, my legs started trembling.

Suddenly, he picks me up and carries me all the way to his bedroom. A dark room filled with some of his most iconic trophies and with his smell that has been covering my entire body since the moment I entered his car.

He turns on the soft baby lights on the bedrest and takes a look at my flushed self, covered with hickies he's gifted me. His eyes scan me from head to toe as if he's about to feast.

"I want you to tell me to stop whenever you feel uncomfortable in any way." He kisses me softly and I nod my head, knowing that he would never hurt anyone.

Jenson stands up and with his strong arms parts my legs so he can have a clear vision of my already swollen womanhood. My breast are half showing from inside my bra and my lips are bitten to the core. I am a mess but he seems to like it.

He removes his shirt in quick motions revealing his god like crafted body with the hints of dark ink covering his lower v and shoulder. I had never seen them before and I am was very pleased with what was in front of my eyes.

It doesn't take him too long to strip off his trousers and be left with simply his boxers that were trying to hold in his hardened cock and my patience as well. They were giving me a preview of what was about to happen.

As Jenson lowered his body his hands were hoisting down his boxers, revealing himself and it wasn't just my mouth that was drooling but also my pussy.

His hands now were on the insides of my thighs, holding them fiercely, whilst mine were hanging around his neck. I felt like my heart was about t burst out of my chest.

"Are you ready baby?"

I was at loss for words so I gave him a final kiss for reassurance that he could continue.

In slow motions, he lowered even more and started inserting himself inside me, pumping slowly as I was trying to get used to his size. My cries were out of control as Jenson was deepening himself and my pussy was stretched to its limits.

"Jesus, you're clenching me so well darling" he breathed out and I tried to open my legs wider for his pleasure. Jenson was panting on the hem of my neck and upping the pace of his thrusts.

"Dear lord this feels so good" It feels better than good. As if I am in the seventh heaven. I don't think any man will ever make me experience this. And I don't think I want to either.

"Say that again" he demands with a harder thrust, hitting my G-spot, earning the biggest moan of the night, echoing at the entire house.

"You make me feel so damn good Jenson" I gulp hard as I try to catch my breath and scratch his back from the pain that this gives me.

"And I shall be the only one darling" he hoists me up and removes my bra with a single movement, freeing my breasts and enjoying the sight, as they are bouncing up and down along with the trusts.

"Only you Jenson" I scream his name as loud as I can and his chest fills with pride as I am reaching my height.

"Cum sweetheart. Let go" I can't hold it in much longer and I cum all over his cock. He doesn't remove himself from inside me and I don't want to. This felt so right even though for some it's very wrong.

"That was, perfect" I say in a whispering manner as I am unable to speak louder. I am so wasted but full of thrill.

"You deserve it. You deserve to be treated like that dear"

#jenson button #jenson button x reader #jenson button x you #fanfic writing #f1 drivers

[meowjunjun]

Kinktober Day 2: Degradation w/ Intak

Includes: afab reader, degradation, unprotected, needy sub intak getting off when you’re j trying to sleep lol

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Intak woke up, clinging onto you. But when he noticed how your tits were pressed up against him through your silk tank top while you slept, he swallowed harshly. You shifted closer in your sleep, tits nearly in his face, and it made him let out a quiet whimper. He could feel his soft dick begin getting hard, and reached his hand down into his pants.

Just the first touch of his hand was enough to send a chill throughout his whole body. Shuddering with each time he ghosts his hand over his sensitive cock, he begins pumping himself.

The rustling of the sheets wakes you, and he nearly jumps when your eyes open and look into his.

“Aww baby…”

You cooed into his ear, faux sympathy dripping from your words. He stopped his assault on his cock, frozen in place.

“You’re really that needy that you can’t even wait until I wake up to actually fuck me like a good boy would?” Your fake smile drops. “Fucking disgusting, Intak.”

“Ah- it’s not what it looks like! I- uh-“

You scoff at him trying to play it off and interrupt him mid sentence. “Oh really?” You pull his face near yours, chest dangerously close to his face. “Then how come you can’t take your eyes off my tits you perv?” He resists the urge to moan like a whore and keep touching himself, getting off on your cruel words, but not ready to pull his hand out of his pants. “I’m n-…. I’m not a perv, I swear! Please I…”

“Oh come on Tak, you think you can get out of this? I can’t believe you’re such a whore for me. It really is embarrassing for you .” You get on your knees, looking down at him. Your tank top just barely covered your lace panties, your bare thighs exposed.

He didn’t even respond, practically in a trance and looking at your body; thighs, hips, your chest. “My eyes are up here, slut.” You grab him by the hair at the back of his head and yank down, making him look at you. “M‘ sorry… just so pretty, I- I can’t…ahn-“ he grinds against his palm, eyes rolling back. You give him a look of disgust. “Really? I’m just fucking sitting here, are you seriously so horny for me I can’t even breathe without you thinking with that pathetic dick of yours?”

You climb on top of him, lips next to his ear as you straddle him. You pull his hand out of his pants and pin both hands above his head. You whisper “I swear to god I’m gonna make you cum so hard you’ll never want me to do it again.” He moans as you sit your full weight down on his clothed bulge, squishing his painfully hard cock with your heat.

“No, wan’ be inside you….” You give him a dirty look. “Are you serious? After being such a slut do you even deserve that? I can’t believe you think you’re in control here. How about this; admit how gross you are and I’ll let you fuck me.” He whines complainingly “but….” He lets out a sigh as you narrow your eyes at him, signaling that this is the only way he could get his sweet relief.

“M’ sorry…. M’ a gross pervert, shouldn’t have touched myself without permission, please forgive me?” You smile and give him a kiss on the cheek “good boy Tak, that’s what I like to hear baby.” You get off of him to take his boxers off, and rub his leaking tip against your folds for makeshift lube. Whining at the friction, he’s trying so hard not to buck his hips into you.

Without any warning, you sink down onto his length and he lets out a cry that sounds almost painful. He’s instantly trying not to cum, writhing and squirming with tears in his eyes. “What’s wrong, can’t handle it? You asked for this” you laugh at him a little and he pouts, “sorry I- too tight- mhm…” you mock him, continuing to tease “aww poor baby.. guess I’ll stop then-“ you could barely even finish your sentence before he interrupts you “no please!! Need you so bad, please don’t- I- I promise I’ll hold it”

“If you can’t, maybe I’ll just overstimulate you until you regret it, yeah?”

#sub!idol #dom reader #sub idol #sub kpop #sub intak #sub p1h #sub p1harmony #intak smut #p1h smut

[epiemy]

Jason Todd x Fem!Reader from our reality!

Warnings: just cursing (you're a crazy bitch)

Part 1 of 5.

Welcome to my new serie of JT =)

Sorry for grammar mistakes. Enjoy!

Sounds like a complicated story but it all started when you hit your pinky on the edge of the table, yes, completely ridiculous and painful.

"Fucking motherfucker" you curse as you limp towards your bed, sitting up and holding your foot to try to ease the pain. "I swear this is all fucking Jason Todd's fault, I had to stay up late reading the goddamn comic book..." you mutter.

What happens is that you woke up at 3 am not knowing where you were and, in fact, that's why you ended up tripping over your desk.

"If I could, I would punch him just for hurting my foot" you sigh, but widen your eyes as you look at the table, seeing a red light appear in the middle of your room. Oh shit, my parents are going to kill me - her thoughts.

Now what would a smart person do? It would walk away from the spot glowing blood red, right? Right. Then explain to me why you went TO TOUCH the suspicious light!

As soon as your body has made contact with red, you feel a sudden dizziness and try to hold on to your desk, but it's not there anymore (?). Her face fills with panic as everything goes white in her vision and suddenly, she's thrown full force to the ground.

"Oh fuck!" you scream in frustration when you realize you're in the middle of a street and to top it all off, you feel the water falling on your body to show that it's raining. You could cry right there, what a hell of a day!

"Do you kiss your mother with that mouth, Princess?" A male silhouette and well, hell, tall as fuck comes into her line of vision.

"If you're going to rob me, do it soon, seriously, where is downtown LA?" His short answer made the guard laugh and finally show himself, with the recognition you gasp his name "Jason?".

"How the hell?" He snarls in your direction, pointing a gun, but you're too busy looking at your favorite character alive in front of you to worry about him pointing a gun at your forehead.

"You're alive! Oh my gods... he's alive... does that mean Dick is too?" You have a little fangirl access and he gets more and more confused, deciding it's best to take you to the Batcave. Fuck Batman to deal with this - he thinks.

"You're coming with me, princess." He mutters as he gass you out in his shoulders, loading your body onto the motorcycle, heading towards the mansion.

--- In the Mansion - Time cut to 5am ---

"Did you seriously have to erase it?" Tim scolds Jason about his methods again. The youngest doesn't think it might be a good approach considering that the stranger (you) knew their real names.

"I wouldn't spend another fucking second listening to her talk about 'Dick Grayson's amazing ass'" he quotes wryly while his older brother just smirks, happy with the recognition of his years as an acrobat.

"She's awake, you know," Dick mutters in amusement, while the other two look like deer caught in headlights.

"Thanks Richard. Now why am I tied up like I'm the Joker? Come on! I can't even walk a mile without falling over by myself!" You recognize the place where you are and almost pass out, shouting afterwards - "IS THAT THE BATCAVE?"

"Oh boy, we are going to have a big job with this one." Words from an tired Jason.

#jason todd x fem!reader #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd x reader #jaybird #jason todd fluff #dc #dick grayson #damian wayne #tim drake #batfam x reader #jason todd

[bawltongue]

ROOMMATES - Pt 3

(jonathan davis x stealth transmasc reader <on t, post op top surgery>. takes place in early 90s, very beginning of korn. reader gets notice by landlord that they will have to share their space with a new roommate- that being jd. despite the readers initial lack of excitement, they get to know each other and develop a mutual liking)

18+ !!!!!!!

warning: substance use, smut, (ftm) anatomy, lots of swearing, f slur

“Fuuck, fuck, fuck…” Jon was whispering to himself, barely audible. The muffled sound of wet slapping just loud enough to now have your attention in full grasp. He was fucking jerking off. The vibrations of his hips slightly bucking and the shaky breaths he was trying to hold back had you captivated and your heart beating out of your chest.

He’s so fucking sexy, it’s driving me insane.

You laid thinking for a few moments, exhausted, half conscious, very turned on and still ever so slightly high. The mattress was shaking a bit, completely unbeknownst to him. There was no way you wouldn’t know what he was doing. Flipping around to face him in the dark, you heard him suddenly stop and hold his breath.

“Y/N?” He whispered, unable to tell in the pitch darkness whether you were awake or not.

“…You having fun, Jon?”

“Shit.” You heard him adjust his position so he was facing you. “I am so fucking sorry.” He was still whispering. You clicked on a tiny dim lamp near your side of the bed, illuminating the room just enough so you could see his expression and vise versa. He looked extremely embarrassed.

“That’s so fuckin’ nasty of me, man. I’m so sorry. Fuck, I’m embarrassed.” He glanced away from you, avoiding eye contact. “I thought I was being quiet.”

You shifted your body closer to him, reaching a hand out on his bare waist. Your touch made him take a sharp inhale.

“It’s okay, seriously.” You leaned your head toward him leaving a kiss on his hairy chest and then his chin. He had a flustered, taken aback look on his face. “You really think I give a fuck after we’ve been making out all night?”

Jon sighed in relief. “Fair enough.” He awkwardly chucked, biting his lip.

“What has you feeling so desperate? It’s so late.” You asked teasingly, moving your hand slowly down his side. You were trying not to lead on to how much he had turned you on; not only in the moment, but throughout the night. His bites, kisses, noises and grasps on your thighs on the balcony had you feeling flushed for a couple hours. This was just the nail on the coffin.

“Mm… uh…” Jons voice cracked out, looking down to the covers where your hand was caressing his body. “I uh, I had a dream about you that just… turned me the fuck on. I couldn’t help myself…”

“About me? Really?” Your hand crept down his hip and fingers started slipping past the waistband of his boxers. His eyes darted up to meet yours, a needy expression on his face. The look he was giving you was enough to make you give in and fuck him right there, but you held back, trying to keep your cool. Being on testosterone had made it so when you were excited, you were really excited.

A flustered smile spread across Jons’ lips as he remained staring into your eyes.

“Mhm… about you…” He shifted his body closer to you as his hand found your waist. Both of your fingers gracing each others’ skin. Your foreheads near pressing against each other before he lovingly pushes his lips into yours, lazily making out with you. Letting out soft groans into your mouth as his fingers twitched against your side. He bit your bottom lip as your hand finally found his throbbing member, causing him to gasp sharply into your mouth. Your fingers delicately circled the head of his cock, getting them slick. You snickered a bit at his reaction. He had clearly been anticipating your touch for a while.

“You’re so fucking cute.” You whispered, the pace of his breathing picking up against your lips as you slowly began to pump your hand up and down. There was already an absurd amount of precum enveloping your grasp, only making it easer to pick up the pace. “…and you’re so fucking hard, too.”

“Fuck… Y/N…” His hips twitched as he clamped down on your shoulder with his teeth. It sent a short shock through your body, causing your tdick to pulsate. He loved to bite, but had never bitten you so hard before. It was a bit surprising to discover how sensitive he was.

“You make me so fucking horny… oh my god… f-fuck…” His dark eyes bore into yours. In the moment, you felt like you were in charge.

“Y/N… your hand feels so good. Holy sh-shit.” The expression of desire he was giving you and the sounds you were teasing out of him were giving you waves of chills.

“Can-can I touch you? I want you to cum with me.” He shakily breathed out. His fingers resting on your inner thigh, very close to your aching wetness. Your hand slowed down to a stop as you pulled his face in for a tender kiss. The fact that he wanted you to feel good too and he wanted to cum together made you throb. His tongue hung out of his mouth dumbly as you pulled away from the kiss, a thin string of spit connected your lips. He was staring into your face with desperation.

“Please?” Jons’ fingers curled against your skin. He was begging to feel how slick and hard you had gotten. “Fuck, please. I’m so horny, Y/N… I wanna feel you. I wanna cum together.” He whimpered out as his hips bucked a bit, pumping his cock into your loose grasp. His begging was the last straw as you slung one of your legs over his, both of you now spread for each others’ hands to explore.

“I can touch?” He eagerly slid his hand down past your waistband and started spreading your lips apart with two fingers. Heat spread throughout your body as you nodded in response. “Mhmm…”

“Fuck yes.” He wasted no time in dipping his fingers ever so lightly into your wetness, getting them slick so he could start rubbing your engorged tcock. Every new little sensation caused you to twitch and made it difficult to keep up with jerking him off at a consistent speed.

“You’re so big down here, holy shit, Y/N…” he whispered, circling your sensitive spot with his wet fingers.

“…and so fucking wet for me…” His words were making your body spasm and soft groans leave your mouth. Only encouraging him to continue. You picked up the pace in stroking his cock, making him moan in your ear. The moment you sped up your stroking, he dipped two fingers into your hole causing your eyes to flutter back momentarily. The two of you were subconsciously fighting to make the other one buck and whimper more and louder. Whispering praise and filth to each other as the sounds of your desperate, raspy voices and wet pleasure filled the room.

“Good fucking boy, Jon. You’re being so good for me. Fuck, you’re making me feel so-mmf.”

“Nng- You have no idea how bad I wanna f-fuck you, Y/N. Your cunt sounds so fucking pretty.”

You were so close to cumming. His dirty talk just made your head fuzzier; and he could absolutely tell. Turning you on in itself was getting him closer too. Every time you’d moan, he would too. His breathing was unsteady and shaky, breaking more with every sentence at this point. There was no shutting him up or talking over him, he was determined to make you cum. He slipped a third finger inside of you, using his thumb to toy with your swollen tdick.

“I’ve wanted to know what you feel like in here for so fucking long…” He pressed his face up against the side of yours, nibbling on your ear lobe between whispers. You could hear every shudder and gasp escape his lips. Your grip on his cock tightened as you pumped faster in a desperate attempt to keep up with him.

“You’re making my cock feel so good, f-fuck. My pretty boy, so handsome. I wanna make you cum all over my fuckin’ fingers.” His voice was shaky and whiny.

“Oh, fuck. Yes! I’m gonna fuckin’ cum!”

His hips jerked and he moaned at the top of his lungs as he came all over your hand. The grasp of your other hand pulling hard on his dreads as he drove his fingers in and out of you at full speed. The two of you twitching, hips bucking, and letting out uncontrollable curses and moans as you came on each others’ fingers. He pulled his hand from your boxers and sucked on his fingers, crudely shoving them in your mouth afterwards and kissing you on the forehead.

“What a good fuckin’ boy…” He whispered, voice cracking as his chest heaved. He took his fingers from your mouth and pulled your face into his for a deep, passionate kiss, moving his hand back down to palm at your dripping cunt. Your tcock was pulsing and you could barely breathe after the orgasm you had, jumping straight back into roughly making out. You could taste your cum on his tongue as he pushed it into your mouth. You couldn’t do anything but lazily tug on his tangled, sweaty dreads and buck into his hand with overstimulation.

“Fuck, Jon- I-I’m really sensitive right no-“

“I know. I like seeing you like this.” He growled in your ear before once again dipping two fingers into your entrance while roughly thumbing your throbbing tcock. Your thighs were shaking and subconsciously trying to squeeze themselves closed, but he was keeping your legs spread open enough for him to have full range of your cunt.

“I want you cum for me again… just one more time. Can you do that, my pretty boy?” He pressed his lips against your cheek leaving a series of small, quick kisses.

“Fuck… okay, I can do it…” You whimpered out, already feeling close again. Embarassment making your body and face heat up even more. You had never felt more like putty in someones’ hands. Jon had you absolutely melting; his touch, his words, his breath in your ear. It felt like a dream.

“Good boy. You’re so handsome, so fucking sexy when you’re twitching like this.” The sound of his raspy, quiet voice in your ear mixing with the sloppy noises of his fingers drilling into you at full force. Your hips were bucking into his hand as he swiftly sunk another finger into you, knuckle deep. Your hands were grasping the sheets of the bed in a frenzy.

“I can’t believe how fucking wet you are for me, Y/N. You’ve wanted this as long as I have, haven’t you?” He clamped onto your neck with his teeth before impatiently sucking on it. You knew immediately that it was gonna leave a dark, gnarly hickey. He worked his way along your whole neck as he curled his fingers inside of you, making your hips jerk repeatedly, only driving him harder inside of you.

“I can feel you getting tighter around me, baby. Are you close?”

“Fuck, yeah. please, please-“

Your eyes and hips rolled as Jon pressed his lips against yours, capturing your blissful moans in his mouth. His fingers pumping into you like a machine as you tightened around him. Your hand gripped his dreads wildly, inadvertently pulling his head back while he looked down at you with a satisfied expression. Your face contorting with pleasure and overstimulation as he finally started to slow his pace down.

“Oh my god, you’re so fucking hot.” He kissed your jaw and slowly pulled his fingers out of you, making your body jerk. You could barely breathe - just lay below him twitching and panting. Your head so fuzzy that you barely noticed him licking your cum off of his fingers while his other hand lazily played with your happy trail. Your delirious trance was interrupted by a giggle escaping his lips.

“Are you okay, Y/N?”

Your eyes darted to look at his face. He was biting his lip and staring at you with adoration in his eyes.

“Mm… I can’t believe you just did that to me.” You tiredly responded; body completely limp. He couldn’t hold back his laughter as he wrapped an arm around you and buried his head in the nook of your neck, peppering your skin with kisses.

“In a good way, right?”

“In a really good way, yeah. You just like, totally fucked the last of my energy out of me.” You snickered out, eyelids heavy. Your thighs were still weak and shaking. “I should go change my boxers but I honestly don’t think I could walk.”

“Good. I don’t want you to go anywhere anyways.” Jon slung his leg over yours, scooting in for his now signature bedtime entrapment. You felt gross, but safe. Already having been exhausted and half-conscious by the time you had your first orgasm; falling asleep was not going to be a challenge tonight.

“You’re so fucking handsome… and so sexy. Fuck, I can’t believe I finally got to touch you like that.” You laid slowly catching your breath as he whispered into your ear. Every word making it more difficult to wipe the smile off of your face. “My beautiful boy…” his fingers running through your hair as he spoke.

It barely took ten minuets for the two of you to pass out entangled in each others’ limbs. Jon had essentially praised you to sleep before he quickly followed suit. Throughout the night, you’d occasionally be stirred awake by the feeling of his lips planting a soft kiss on your neck, shoulder or cheek. Each time you’d toss or adjust yourself, you’d give him a kiss as well. Usually earning a soft, sleepy groan in response.

Waking up for work the next day was one of the more difficult feats you’ve pulled yourself through in a bit. Your night was so sleepless and active that you had probably gotten a total of 2 hours of rest, if even. Jon hadn’t even woken up when your alarm shot off; he was dead asleep. Leaving the bedroom dressed in your work clothes and looking back to see his lanky, curled up figure sound asleep pained you.

Goddammit, I wish I could just stay in bed.

The entire workday stretched on forever. All you could think about was your intimate night with Jon. You couldn't exactly forget about it either if you wanted to, considering the dark hickeys that were covering your neck and collar. Every time you passed by a reflective surface, or a patron couldn't peel their eyes from the marks Jon left behind, it made the butterflies come back full swing. It really fucking sucked to have to get up and go to work that morning without being able to communicate about your experience together.

Once your shift came to an end and you clocked out, nothing could keep you from sprinting to your car. You were so exhausted all day, but the second you exited the building you were overtaken with a second wind. The drive back to the apartment went by in a flash and before you knew it, you were fumbling for your keys to unlock your front door.

“Creeeaak” the door opened swiftly as Jons’ eager face peered down at you.

“Hi baby!” He smiled and outstretched his arms, gesturing for you to give him a hug. You wasted no time in slamming your body into his. His long arms wrapping around you as he kissed the top of your head sweetly. You were grinning uncontrollably, realizing the new pet name he had just called you.

Baby. He called me baby.

"Hi..." You sighed into his chest. A few moments of comfortable silence passed you both by as you remained embracing.

His arms feel so protective. So safe.

"So..." Jon pulled his head back to look into your face, a subtle smile on his.

"Sooo..."

"So are we gonna like... talk about it?"

"Oh, yeah... can we? Or wait... just to be sure; you're talking about last night, right?"

"Yeah, I'm talkin' about last night." He smiled warmly and sat on the couch, leading you with his hand to sit next to him. Now that you were confronted with the actual conversation, your nerves started to kick in and your palms began to sweat. Jon could immediately tell that you became anxious.

"Don't be nervous. I just wanted to tell ya I really liked it... a fuckin. lot." He breathily laughed out to try and ease tension before placing a hand on your thigh. "I've been thinking about you all fuckin' day, Y/N. Not like, just because we got sloppy the other night. That's part of it but like- you know-... I've been thinking about you all day like, every day for a fuckin' while now..." He briefly tore his gaze from your eyes, his cheeks growing redder by the passing seconds. It's not often he gets this flustered during conversation.

"Like, I didn't anytime soon think that we were gonna do any of that kinda shit, you know? It wasn't my only intention with you."

You sighed in sudden unexpected relief, feeling your muscles' tenseness lessen a bit. You had no particular idea of where he was going with his train of thought, but his nervousness and open way of conversing put you at ease little by little. He was very good with expressing his emotions and point of view.

"I didn't think it was. It wasn't my only intention with you either." You breathed out. "I genuinely like, really really like you, Jon. It kinda freaks me out. I don't just like, do that shit with anyone, you feel me?"

"I really really like you too, Y/N. I know what you mean when you say it freaks you out." He scooted closer, your knees now touching together. This conversation had you circulating between relief and your breath being caught in your throat. There was a pause in your exchanges; the two of you only able to hear your respective heartbeats ringing in your ears as your eyes remained locked.

"Um, okay. Soo then...-"

"Would you wanna be my boyfriend, Y/N?" Jon interjected and looked down at his lap nervously, sweat beading at his forehead. Your mouth dropped open slightly in excitement. "Like, do you wanna be together? For real?”

"Yes! Fuck yes I do!"

Not a moment of hesitation in your response as you giddily accepted. The smile that was stretching across his face was so wide that his eyes were basically closed. Grabbing the back of his neck gently, you pulled his face toward your own to engage in a passionate kiss. Your first kiss as official partners.

"Shit, I'm so fuckin' happy." He giggled as you separated. What looked to be tears of relief puddling ever so slightly in the corners of his dark eyes.

"Me too. Fuck, I'm so glad you finally asked me... I don't know how much longer I could've kept up the faggotry without putting a label on this." You jokingly responded, causing a loud laugh to emit from Jonathan.

"Yeah, now we can kick our faggotry into high gear." His arms pulled you in for a tight squeeze as you felt his body shake with schoolgirl giggles. "...Cause you're my boyfriend." He whispered into your ear. It made you snicker, the energy between you both high and vibrational.

“Holy shit… and you’re like, mine too.” You whispered back.

The two of you spent the remainder of the night tenderly kissing, caressing each other, joking around, flirting and riding the high of being official partners. It felt so right. These feelings between you both had been building for a while, and the tension had become beyond palpable. Now that you were boyfriends, it was as if you couldn’t be pulled away from each other.

You both ended up passing out on the couch, your head in Jons’ lap and his neck craned back uncomfortably as one of his hands rested in your hair. His finger occasionally twitching against your scalp. The television buzzed in the background just low enough for Jons’ soft snores to awaken you in the early morning. Today was another one of an uncountable amount of days you were preparing to spend with Jonathan at his band practice. You continued to lay in his lap, sleepily gazing at his unconscious, dreamy face for a few minuets until he finally came to. He yawned and stretched his arms out, forgetting momentarily his position on the couch with you.

“Good morning, boyfriend Jon.” You whispered, your voice raspy with grogginess.

“Heh. Good morning, boyfriend Y/N.” He caressed your hair softly, moving his fingers down the side of your jaw and chin.

“Does boyfriend Jon want breakfast?” You reached a hand up to twirl his tangled hair between your fingers. He snickered and moved his other hand on your chest, gently resting it against your skin. The feeling of his hand on you felt so electrifying; even the most gentle and casual of touches made your hairs stand up every now and then.

“Boyfriend Jon wants boyfriend Y/N for breakfast.” He bent down to plant a dry kiss on your lips before pulling up again, smirking at your flustered expression.

“Shut the fuck up.” You snickered, crossing your arms. “It’s too early to be saying allat gay shit.” You sat up and turned toward him, your faces inches apart.

God, will I ever get over these butterflies?

He placed his hands on your cheeks, squeezing your face gently with cuteness aggression.

“Fuck, you’re just so fucking perfect. I can’t help it.” He said through gritted teeth and kissed your nose. “I’m so into you.”

“I’m so into you too. I lo- like- hmph. Fuck.” You choked and cut yourself off, palms already sweating in fear that you let something slip that Jon wasn’t ready to hear yet.

“You what, Y/N?” He couldn’t physically hold back his smile if he tried. Pressing his forehead to yours, face still in his hands, he whispered almost teasingly.

“What was that you were gonna say?”

You couldn’t get any proper sentence to leave your lips, let alone a clever comeback or stupid gay joke that you’d typically fallback on. He interrupted your internal panic and moment of dissociation with a sudden passionate kiss on the lips, causing you to melt instantly. Your anxiety felt as if it was flooding out if you being placed by a relief almost tangible.

“I do too.”

“You what?”

“I love you.”

Oh my fucking god. He feels the same way.

“… I-I love you too.”

Jon scooted forward and put his legs around you, borderline sitting on your lap. His arms wrapped around your shoulders as he pulled you close, pressing your chest against his. The smell of his hair and feeling of his limbs enveloping you filling your senses with warmth.

“Holy shit. I love you.” He breathed into your ear quietly as you held each other close.

I am so fucking happy.

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one of your girls pt 2 || alhaitham x stripper! reader || multi-part

a/n : sorry this took so long to get out but now it’s finally here!! might be more parts, not entirely positive yet..

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i pressed the elevator button for my floor. the elevator takes a minute as i stand there awkwardly, in complete silence, constantly scanning my surroundings.

the elevator stops with a squeak, and the doors pull open loudly. no one is inside, so i step in and push my floor number, five. the elevator shuts and starts heading up to my apartment floor. i watch as the elevator reaches each other floors with a loud beep. as soon as i get to floor five, the doors open and i step out. i have tunnel vision on my way back to my apartment. the door is right in front of me, but just out of reach.

then my arm is grabbed, i’m pulled back and i turn around to see the drunken guy behind me, grinning.

“didn’t know you live in these apartments,” he hiccups, “why don’t you say.. i take you back to my place?”

“in your dreams.” i snap back, he digs his nails into my arm as i try to pull it away.

“i’m your customer, don’t you do whatever i want? can’t i have my way with you?” he continues.

“dude, fuck off, i’m not a prostitute!” i yank my arm back but his grip seems to be getting stronger on it, I throw down my bag and try to push his arm off me, but he just grabs the other one.

i try to kick him, but he immediately dodges.

“i took some self defense classes as a kid, your dumb tricks won’t work on me.” he groans. “now come on.”

i cry out as he yanks me across the hallway. all of a sudden the elevator opens and someone comes out and pushes him away from me, completely confusing him.

“get your hands off her.” a familiar voice snaps.

i look up to be met with my boss’ angry facial expression. he starts to beat the shit out of the guy who previously had his hands on me.

“how did you know?” i questioned, getting up and dusting myself off. i watched the man scramble off in fear of my boss.

“boss intuition kicked in.” he lets out a low chuckle. i roll my eyes.

“let me walk you to your door,” he puts his hand on the small of my back and starts pushing me in the direction of where i was going.

“i got it seriously..” i say softly, but he just keeps walking with me until i get to my door safely, which was only a door down. alhaitham scans the area for any other weird creeps as i get my door unlocked.

it takes me longer to find my key, i don’t do good under pressure. i have a million keys on my keychain too, so finding the house key was extra hard. my hands trembled as i slid one of the keys into the lock.

“maybe this was a good thing i walked you to your door, you take so long to find the right key.” alhaitham blurts out.

i let out a anxious laugh and finally manage to open my door. i walk in and turn around to be met with his serious and solemn face.

“do you wanna come in?” i question. not that i want him to come in and have hot tea, but it just seemed rude shutting the door in his face.

“sure.” he answers, walking into my apartment. i shut the door and lock it, turning around to follow alhaitham to the couch. he takes a seat and looks up at me.

“uh, do you want some tea?” i ask.

“please.” he leans back on my couch and gets all comfortable. i give him an awkward smile and walk to the kitchen.

i start the stove and place a tea kettle full of water on top of it. the same thought seems to run through my head. my boss is in my apartment, he followed me to my apartment. in my home, the kitchen has an open arch where the breakfast bar is, so i have a perfect view of the living room, and the skyline of the city. i can’t help but keep looking back from alhaitham on my couch, scrolling on his phone and the teapot on the stove.

i tap my fingers on the countertops, the nails i just got done at a salon a few days ago, sounding perfect as they tap onto the granite countertops.

it feels like this is taking forever.

i grab two teabags from a glass box on my counter as the tea kettle starts to whistle. I pull the kettle carefully off and open it to let the steam out. i grab two mugs and pour the extremely hot water in, i also carefully slide the teabags into both cups and a small stir.

i carefully pick up both mugs and walk over to alhaitham. i set down both mugs and take a seat beside him.

we are silent for a minute while alhaitham grabs his mugs and takes a sip.

“it’s hot.” i murmur.

“yes, i like it boiling hot.” alhaitham replies.

“right.” i look over to my side and just sigh a bit. “so.”

“so what? are we gonna talk about how you almost got assaulted?” alhaitham grumbles, his voice gets louder though, so he seems mad.

“i had that under control, he was just a weirdo, and if you didn’t show up i would’ve actually been able to defend myself. he caught me off guard.” i snap back.

“i don’t want one of my best moneymakers getting kidnapped or dying. that would not be good, at all.” alhaitham’s words are harsh when they come out of his mouth. he just thinks of me as a moneymaker.

“okay. that’s how you see me? a moneymaker? not a real human being with thoughts and feelings?” i shake my head profusely. “all men truly are dogs!”

“that’s.. not true.” alhaitham says, lowering his voice a bit.

“no, get out of my house.” i stand up and look him into his eyes.

“but,” he starts.

“get out of my house!” i scream. he sets his tea down and gets up, heading straight for the door.

“i’ll see you next time you work.” alhaitham mumbles as he opens the door. he exits and shuts the door behind him. i can’t help but kick my couch a few times out of anger.

“or maybe never!” i scream out after him. “fuck you, alhaitham.”

#alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #genshin #genshin impact #x reader #genshin x reader

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Switch Pt 10

An: I wish y'all knew what I was going through for this 😭 but it's finally here before the end of the year. The end of my very first fanfic. Whew! It was an undertaking for sure. Crazy that it's actually finished. I'm grateful for anyone who found it, reblogged it and read it all. Much much love and a happy new year to you all!

Genre: Romance, fluff, smut, angst

Cw: 18+ only (mdni), sexual activity, cuss words, talks of cheating, p in v, hospital imagery, lil bit of sadness, barely proofread

Synopsis: Aged up Married Pro hero!Deku, Bakugo and Uraraka.

The truth comes out

Masterlist is here!

“Do you know why he seems so weird?” Ochacho asked Deku once Katsuki disappeared into Kami’s hospital room.

“Yes,” Deku said carefully. He took her hands in his and pulled her to sit in the same chair Katsuki was sitting in not too long ago. He looked at her for a long moment trying to decide what he should say and he realized how long it had been since he just looked at her like this. Really looked at her. She looked sweet, she was sweet. But she was so full of life, full of fire. There was always something brimming beneath her kind demeanor. A fierceness he couldn’t quite match or tame. He chuckled realizing how obvious this all should have been.

“Deku?”

“I had an affair with Kami.” He blurted, his voice as hushed as it could be in the busy hospital corridor. He could feel the tension in her hands. “And I know you had one with Kacchan.” Her face fell and he could just hear all the apologies that were about to come his way. “I’m not angry,” and of course that was the truth. He was never angry, could never be angry with her. “A bit hurt but I know why you did it. I can’t say it’s right but neither of us made the right decision. Katsuki didn’t give me details but I know you had an opportunity for something more than I could give you and you took it. I get it. Sometimes I’m more hero than man and I wish I could’ve been what you needed but I know it’s okay that I’m not.”

Ochaco looked stunned and sad. She looked away, bit her lip. The guilt was obvious. After a few moments, she finally spoke. “I have no excuse for what I did. I love you, of course, I do. But being with him is so different. He got me to think about what I wanted and that was so satisfying. And then at times he was so sweet with me…” She buried her face in her hands. “Shit.”

He let out a chuckle. “He really did a number on you, huh?” When she didn’t answer he went on. “I felt the same way. I was actually so selfish. I really only thought about what I wanted when I took the chance to have it. In fact, Kami had to stop me from taking it way too far! But that didn’t really matter in the end.” He sighed, considering how honest to be. But he wanted no more secrets. “I’m in love with her.”

Ochaco immediately raised her head. “In love with Kami?” He couldn’t tell what she could be thinking as her teeth worried over her lip. “Does she…feel the same?” She finally asked.

He slumped down further into his chair thinking about it. At one point, he thought she did. But she never said it. And he started to think maybe it was all in his head. “I don’t know. We’ve never talked about it. It wasn’t really possible to pursue, you know?” He realized he was being so cavalier about all of this and felt the need to clarify. “Bubble, I hope you don’t think I ever lied to you about us.”

She met his eyes, hers full of surprise and sadness. “No, Deku. I know.” He watched her eyes well up. “I’m sorry, I didn’t handle this well. We were working on things and I really fucked it up anyway. I went behind your back and that wasn’t fair. I’ve been hating myself this whole time because I didn’t want you to hate me. I didn’t want to think about the impact of it all and, seriously, you falling in love is nothing I ever expected but I can’t say I’m not glad for it. For you. I always wanted you to be happy even when I was fucking up, even if it wasn’t with me. I sound like a terrible person.”

His smile was sardonic. “I won’t say you cheating on me didn’t hurt. But I think you were so distant and I was so caught up with myself that it was easy to give myself to someone else. That part I don’t regret. Even if she may not feel the same, I can see what I need too.” He ran his hands over his face. His fatigue was catching up to him.

“I think I know what you mean.” He shifted to watch her speak. “Katsuki is…abrasive like always but he’s a lot more than I thought. He challenges me and makes me feel…free somehow. And he does care but he’s not overbearing about it. You and I make sense as a couple because we’re so alike but with him he’s so different that it’s exciting.” She looked dreamy as she spoke but quickly flinched realizing what she was saying. “Sorry. I don’t know how much of this you wanted to hear.”

“No, it’s good. I’ve only ever wanted you happy and a lot of the time I doubted that I could be the one to do that for you. I suppose I was right." A sad smile settled over his lips. "But to know someone can do it gives me a sense of relief."

"I feel the same way, Izuku. If Kami loves you, which there's no way she doesn't, then…that's amazing.”

She gave him a sad smile and he started to chuckle in disbelief at their situation. Both of them cheated on each other and fell for the other person. Or at least he thought so, but to be sure... “Are you in love with him?”

She blinked and sniffled as her cheeks darkened. “Um…I don’t know. I mean our last time seeing each other was so confusing. He made me feel so amazing and so low at the same time. I think I do have feelings for him though.” She wouldn’t meet Deku’s eyes.

He chuckled. “I think he has feelings for you too. It might take time for him to admit it but he’ll get there.”

She sat there in silence for a bit, color covering her face, before she asked, “Do you think we’ll all be okay?”

He thought about it. “Yeah. Yeah, I do. If nothing else, we have each other. Always.”

That was incredibly optimistic, something she didn’t know she could share but she expected nothing less from him. And in a way it was comforting. But now that her body was beginning to relax, she could feel her exhaustion. She found herself craving her bed, although for how long it would remain her bed she had no idea. “I think I’m going to go home.” She mumbled.

Deku nodded. “I think I’ll stay.”

They gave each other tired smiles. She stood and he stood with her. They hugged because it felt right.

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“Deku,” Kami tried to coax him awake. His head had been resting on the rail on her bed and she knew he’d get a crick in his neck. “Deku, wake up.” She nudged him gently. He groaned in response and she laughed. “I know you’re not comfortable. Come on, wake up.” She nudged more forcefully this time.

He pulled himself up, finally rubbing his eyes before he opened them. “Okay, I’m up.” The hospital room was darker now with moonlight and the displays from various machines providing the only light. She smiled sleepily at him as his eyes settled on her. “Hi, baby,” he smiled back.

Her heart thrilled hearing him call her that. It meant he still thought of her the way he used to.

“I can’t believe you stayed. I can’t believe they let you.” She spoke almost in a whisper as if speaking any louder would disturb the lovely dream they were in.

“Of course I did. I think they know who I am. Did you not want me to?”

She hated that he asked. “No, I’m happy you stayed.”

“Then I’m happy you’re happy.” He rested his head back on the railing except now he was fully awake giving her his full attention.

“How are you feeling?”

He chuckled. “I think I’m supposed to be asking you that. But I’m okay for now. How are you feeling?”

“I’m okay, too. Sad though.”

“Why are you sad?”

“You’re leaving,” She muttered. She ran a finger over his arm lightly.

He sat up a little straighter as he sighed. He caught her hand in his and stroked the back of her hand with this thumb. “I keep telling myself it’s for the best.”

“Is it really though? I mean my husband is in love with your wife and I-” She stopped short and his eyes shot to hers, wide and piercing even in the dark. She realized she hadn’t had a chance to tell him how she felt about him but he had to know. She sat up a bit more herself and Deku watched her adjust, just waiting. “‘Zuku,” She kissed the back of his hand. “I-I’m so in love with you. It scares me but it’s true. I don’t want to be afraid of it because you don’t seem like you are but you’re also leaving and-”

He pulled her into a searing kiss that wiped her mind clean. It felt like it had been years since they last kissed and her emotions came bubbling to the surface. Tears ran down between their faces and he only held her closer. When he finally pulled back enough to look into her eyes, she could see that he was steady and certain. “Baby, of course I’m afraid,” he chuckled and it was light with relief. “I’m fucking terrified. Especially because I thought I was ruining everyone’s lives.”

“Well now you’re just ruining mine,” She pouted and sniffled. She meant it jokingly but she also meant it to a degree.

He gave her a sad smile as the thumb from the hand still resting on her cheek stroked over her skin.”I’m ruining mine too. Unless you want to come with me.” He said it lightly, like a joke, like it was wishful thinking.

“Take me.” She said, with no hesitation.

His brows pushed together and his mouth twisted as if to say be serious. “Don’t be silly.”

“I’m not. Okay maybe I am but I mean it. Take me with you.”

“Kami,” he sat back away from her and that left her feeling chilly. “You can’t leave everything for me.”

Her face crumpled but she laughed as she spoke around more tears. “You pretty much are everything to me.” He shook his head slowly in disbelief but she could see the hope he tried to hold back. Understanding that completely, she pushed on. “What’s here for me? Watching Katsuki and Ochaco get some kind of happily ever after while I pine away for you? My job isn’t even all that important. Not like you big heroes. I love my friends but I know I’d miss you more than anything.” As she said it, she realized how true it was. Her life wasn’t bad. It was stable and easy. But what would it be without him?

He reached for her again, his hands sliding over her cheeks as he rested his forehead against hers. He shook his head again slowly. “How do you know I’m worth all of that? I can’t be,” he lamented.

She laughed. “Deku, I know I was scared of the risk. I was scared of getting found out and losing everything so I left you instead.” She reached up to touch his face too. “And I’ve regretted it every day since. I don’t think I care anymore, especially after this, after waking up here and having you be the first thing on my mind even before I opened my eyes. It was stupid not to just be honest with you.”

“No, no. I know why you weren’t. To be honest, I thought it was stupid for me to nearly slip up and tell you. It was all too impulsive. No plan for anything after that. I just knew I loved you and I wanted you.”

“I wish I had let you tell me.” Kami whispered. “I wish I could have heard it back then.”

“You looked okay without me before,” he whispered back. “I thought…I thought we were really done.”

She chuckled. “I couldn’t just walk around looking miserable. That would’ve caused more questions.”

He stared at her for a moment. “You’d really come with me?” His voice was still hushed and tense.

“If you let me. Would you?”

His eyes welled as he started to sob softly. “Of course I would. I’d love to take you anywhere with me.” He hugged her as tight as he could to him while she was still hooked up in her hospital bed and she held on tightly to him. Relief flooded into her at his words. And when he clutched her in a hard kiss, she knew no matter what, she would follow him anywhere.

“Surprise!” Deku uncovered her eyes after they stepped into the living room of Kami’s house.

“Deku,” she laughed. “What is this?”

There was a banner hanging up over the kitchen entrance, welcoming her home. On the floor, Deku piled thick blankets in front of the coffee table that was covered with different snacks. On the couch, he laid out pajamas for them both. He shrugged. “You’re ‘welcome home’ picnic. I know the doctor said to take it easy. Do you like it or is it dumb?”

“Deku,” She planted her hands on his chest as she lifted up on her toes to kiss him. “I love it. Really. I can’t wait to relax and watch movies with you.”

His hands came up to her waist as he relaxed and kissed her back. “Okay, baby. Let’s get changed and we can get right to it.” He guided her to the couch and she smiled to herself at the matching green pajamas he picked out for them.

“I’m realizing how corny I am now that you’re here,” he laughed nervously and blushed a bit.

“I wouldn’t have you any other way. I love them. But I may need your help.” Kami’s head and body were still a bit tender after the accident and from lying in a bed for days.

“Sure, of course.” He gingerly tugged her shirt over her head and it made her heart swell in appreciation for his sweetness. After he pulled her shirt away, she couldn’t help but kiss him before he reached for her pants. He smiled at her and she kissed him again, soaking in the warmth from his body and personality. There was nothing but love for her from him and now that she had it again, she refused to let it go. She meant it to be a cute kiss, sweet but her breathing quickened as her body reacted to him pulling her close. Their kisses were languid and naturally, her mouth opened to him. Like muscle memory their tongues met and she could hear his low moan.

“God, I missed you,” he muttered, his voice tight. “But I know we can’t…do anything. I gotta calm down,” he chuckled.

He tried to put distance between them but she held tight to his arms. “I think if we just…take it easy…” Kami tried to reason through her now hazy mind.

He laughed. “Such a bad influence. But I can’t say I don’t want it like you do.” His hand slid slowly down her body and dipped beneath the waistband of her pants. He found his way into her underwear and gently brushed over the top of her clit. Her body tensed. She was more sensitive than she thought she’d be, which seemed perfect for taking it easy. “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” She nodded and bit her lip. “I don’t know about you but I haven’t had sex since the last time we did,” he mumbled.

“Really?” She was gasping at the light strokes.

“Really, so this should be interesting.” He chuckled. “Would you be okay with being on top? You could be in control and just move your hips back and forth.”

“Sounds…perfect.”

He removed his pants and hers before sitting on the floor in front of the couch and leaning back against it. He pulled her into his lap and she slid her covered slit over his already hard cock. They both moaned. He rested his hands on her hips and gently guided her over him. She laced her fingers behind his neck and kissed him, meeting his tongue with hers.

He sucked in a sharp breath. “You know I’m not usually rough with you unless you want it but I’m just so happy to have you back in my arms, it’s not hard not to think of going crazy with you.”

She laughed. “I know what you mean. If I wasn’t so achy, I would be bouncing on you as hard as I can.”

His eyes darkened hearing that. “This is okay though? You’re okay?”

“Yes, I want more,” she muttered, moving to kiss and nip at his neck.

He groaned and his head fell back as he pulled himself free of his boxers. “Take it, then. Please.”

His words pierced her core, spreading heat all over as she pulled her panties to the side. She rubbed her bare skin against him a couple more times, driving them both a little crazy before she slowly started to take him in. She was already incredibly wet which wasn’t hard to believe.

He chuckled breathlessly. “As it is, you’ll be going slow for me. Oh my God. Was it always like this?”

“Yes, it was. Every fucking time.” She took him in a little deeper and she felt his thighs bunch beneath her. He hissed and she could see him trying to hold himself together. It made her take him in even farther. The stretch was intense but fulfilling. Her spine was tingling just from feeling him inside of her.

“Baby,” his breathing was labored as he reached forward and put a thumb to her clit. “Are you okay?”

She choked out a laugh. “Are you okay?”

He smiled up at her. “I’ve withstood far worse.”

“What about far better though?” She sank all the way down, their thighs meeting.

His mouth fell open and he pinched his eyes shut.

“Deku,” she panted. “Look at me, I missed you.”

He opened his eyes to slits. “Fuck, I missed you, too. So much.”

She shifted her hips forward and he groaned. She kissed him as she slowly moved her hips. She felt so full, so warm as they moved together. He was reaching places inside of her that were reaching far beyond just between her legs. But it still wasn’t enough. “This is killing me already.”

“I know what you mean. I could move if you want me to. Thrust up while you stay still. I won’t do anything crazy.”

She could see the effort it was taking him not to do it already. She nodded. “Do it, please.”

“Let me know if I’m holding you too hard,” he said just as he took her hips in a vice grip, supporting the full weight of her upper body. She couldn’t really move if she wanted to. They readjusted and he tested a full slide up into her reaching all the way in, causing them both to gasp. “Yes,” he hissed as he slid nearly all the way out and back in. He picked up speed, finding a steady pulse. “Does it feel good?” She nodded, at a loss for words. “Good, because you feel perfect. So perfect. You are perfect.” He started rambling. “I love you. I love your body. I love being inside of you. I just love everything about you.”

She snaked a hand down to rub her fingers over her clit and Deku reacted in excitement, pulsing faster. She knew her legs were already begging to give out but the pain was an afterthought compared to the pleasure swimming through her veins.

“Baby, please tell me you’re close.”

Kami’s eyes had fallen closed and her body started to tense. “Deku, fuck, I love it. Love the way you make me feel. Love you.” She panted as she chased the high that was within reach.

His mouth was closed but he moaned loud anyway. He was coming then, hips thrusting fast, and she followed right behind him, stars behind her lids, heat and pleasure enveloping her as she was flooded with sensations. He let his body sag against the floor and he pulled her down on top of him, resting her head on his shoulder. He stroked a hand over her hair. “Was that okay?”

“It was great.” She folded her hands over one another on his chest and rested her chin on them as she smiled lazily up at him.

“I think you telling me you loved me sent me over the edge.” He laughed and she joined him.

“Good, then I’ll just have to keep saying it.” She leaned up to kiss him. “I love you, Deku.”

“I love you, Kami.” He wrapped her up in his arms and she knew this is what she wanted forever to look like, being in his arms, soaking in his warmth and listening to his heart beat for her.

#mha x reader #mha fanfic #mha deku x oc #mha deku #bnha deku #bnha midoriya #mha midoriya #bnha x reader #bnha fic #bnha ochaco uraraka #bnha uraraka #mha ochaco #mha uraraka #switch fic #my hero academia deku #deku x oc #izuku x ochaco #bnha ochaco #ochaco uraraka #ochaco #izuku midoriya #izuku smut #midoriya izuku #bnha izuku

[writinandcrying]

2007 TMNT Movie Review

ok so i watched 2007 movie for the first time (ive read about it and seen some scenes, but never watched the whole thing) anyways finally got a hold of myself and watched it! Specially bc of 3 reasons

1- i need to cuz to fr wtf

2- bc of a certain match up 👀 @melancholysway

3- aaaand I wanted to visualize better a 10 part scenario COF COF @melancholysway hi babe

i decided to write down my comments (i usually dont comment on movies but me and jas talked SO MUCH about it i wanted to do this lmao) basically if you have seen the film (and love it like a certain someone) you will be able to recognize the scenes from the my comments without detailed description, TW spoilers if you havent watched it!

Leo’s voice is HOT. mmhhmmOHMYGOD

Raph's movements and bike scenes are so smooth I love it

“sir im not playing hard to get this is not that kind of phoneline” ON A CHILDRENS MOVIE???????? KHBADKNJLJ

Donnie with his huge ass googles he’s so cute

APRIL???? SHORT HAIR APRIL?? CHANNEL APRIL??? SUIT APRIL??? Move aside Casey im down on one knee

I love the entrance to the lair, also I love when tmnt versions mix like subway stations with he sewers you know? Gives a perception that it isn’t so gloomy where they live and all

“I can’t even sleep without the sound of the subway rumbling above my head, i guess that’s what you get when you grow up on a house full of brothers” soft king we love to see it

Leo jumping out of a plane - AGAIN - like on the bayverse movies, every version he’s an adrenaline rookie istg

Raph diving on the elevator was fucking badass ngtl

SPLINTER SINGING WHILE 1 SECOND AGO THEY WERE ALL BEEFING LMAO PEAK SIBLING REP

Leo mispronouncing nightwatcher like a 40 y/o

Thinking out loud here I kinda wanted to know how they defeated The Shredder tho 

im gonna be honest...... besides rottmnt April..... i dont usually dig her, i always thinks theres some spice laking to her character, (bayverse included, sorry Megan Fox my queen) idk it feels the writers always go for miss perfect with her which doesn't give the character some interesting characteristics besides being "the perfect girl who's also the only one in the group" its lazy writing and it pisses me off. but this April??? i kinda like it! and her 2 LIL BUNS WHILE SHES TRAINING JDNJLA SHES SO CUTE

- “WHAT WAS THAT?” ”did I mention we ran into a monster last night’?” “oh you forgot buddy, did you also forget I only have a WODEN BAT?” im loving this Casey lmao 

“And now we got walking statues??? You got a plan for those?””hey those are a first for me too” WHO WROTE THIS MOVIE

Thinking out loud here part 2 the comeback - Like the only thing I miss is a more mature mikey I think? Everyone sort of grew up and have more mature lines, and he still on the "Yo dude” teenage phase, like idk if feels they all are in their mid/late 20s and Mikey still a 16 y/o :/ I wish writers would give him more development, or more clever lines? like clever pun lines if he's gonna be the comedy relief. anyways the only show I’ve seen doing more than just "dumb funny guy"for mikey is rottmnt 

Warn me next time, I got allergies - Casey I love you fr 

I wish they kept the birthday cake scene cuz the interaction with donnie, splinter aaaand Mikey is priceless

April and Casey apartment tho oh my 

Leo didnt even tell April or Casey that he came back????? bro??

THE DRAMAAAAAA with Raph and Leo omg seriously its like me and my sister but 10 times worse lmao

I love the background music is like… so early 2000s teens movie fhnsjdinaouji I know its an early 2000s teen movie but the music they be listening in the radio IS like.. something you would listen to in “she's the man” soundtrack and it makes it more realistic to the era it was made u feel 

*Makes passive aggressive comment about Raph*” “ok Leo whatever you say no one was talking about him” it goes b u s t e d you are busted

ABSOLUTELY LOVE when the movie starts playing badass music with radio police talking in the background and raph turns to the camera like its the office and simply says “they are playing my song”

Raph being done that Leo first idea when meeting the night watcher was to give him a lecture LMAO

I hate that Leo won the fight but the “good night dark prince” took me ujnnaojnjkl shut up Leonardo oh my god u r annoying *tucks hair*

*un-tucks hair* Bro I SWEAR I hate when Leo on any tmnt say they are better than Raph SHUT UP OH MY GOD

“Dont do this raph” “im done taking orders” PRESIDENTIAL ALERT THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTING 10 bucks on Raph 

MY MAN BROKE THE GODDAMN KATANAS YEEEEES RAPHAEEEEEL

*raphs eyes soften after winning* and it was in this moment, he knew he fucked up

*runs away crying after fucking up an argument due angry issues*

Shut up Master Splinter speech to Raph made me emotional 

THE AMOUNT OF FOOT SOLDIERS THEY ARE FIGHTING ON THE PATIO THING 

April and Karai fighting (2 seconds) more culturally significant than the whole renaissance

Mikey and Casey having a special high five and APRIL PINCHING HIS ASS AAAAAAAAAAAA

“I presume this is the vortex for another dimension””cool. I want one” relatable 

Karai helping them - once again im in one knee

Leo did NOT say come to daddy oh my god that’s actually embarrassing

April driving poorly while arguing with Casey and karai + foot soldier in the back barely moving like its their emo children being forced into a family road trip gives me so much joy 

aaaaaand the movie is over! honestly there were some parts i didnt see it coming and udsjnounsoa like the little things they got away with it while being a children movie is surprising, sucks they couldnt make the other 3 movies :(

if you read all of this, first of all thank you and this for you:

#rottmnt #rottmnt fandom #2007 the nightwatcher #tmnt 2007 #teenage mutant ninja turtles #teenage mutant ninja turtles 2007 #tmnt raphael

[bunnyreaper]

hello, anon with the boyfriend (can i dub myself 🍇? is that a thing i can do?) responding to both you and that other anon!

how does one like... can i get tmi real quick? wait we were talking about fingering this has got to be okay ignore me if not but like i've tried to mention stuff in the pasttttttt about like stuff that i like. especially dirty talk or god even just sounds in general because this man is extremely quiet and i've mentioned it a few times before and like other stuff too and i feel like it doesn't change ): like idk if i just wasn't saying it i guess seriously enough or convincing enough maybe?

how do you guys get the courage(? i think) to talk about that stuff? am i just dumb? especially when it comes to me like actually finishing because if i don't manage to finish before he does then i just... don't get to at all 🙃 like do you guys just full send it and it just works?

anyway sorry this is tmi but i need to change something soon i stg 😭

YOU ARE NOW GRAPES BABY!!

If you are mentioning that you're into something, what is his response? Does he say that it sounds good and never acts on it?

Because reading between the lines here, and I'm sorry, your bf sounds fucking selfish. It's hard to build that courage anyway, but especially so if you feel like your needs aren't the priority because you've been made to feel that way by a neglectful partner. I know he and your relationship will be multifaceted, but this is no bueno!

you need to sit him down properly and explain like "hey im sure this isn't what you intended but I feel X because of Y and I would appreciate if you did Z, does that sound good to you?"

Imma be real with you. Some men are lazy as fuck and settle for giving the bare minimum (yes everyone does it ofc but you know), my boyfriend is guilty of it sometimes too, and at this point in life I just have to stop giving a fuck. Like sometimes he'll say to me "I feel bad because I cum a lot more than you do." And i just say "Then put in the effort to make me cum?"

Bcs SOMETIMES you just gotta be blunt!!

AND look it's easy for me to give this advice but I find it so hard to take it myself, so I'm still there with you learning! Any input from anyone else is appreciated as always ❤️

#bunny mail #🍇

[moody4world]

Conflicted pt2

part 1

A/N(?): i am !!NOT!! a writer, everything i write and post is simply for fun and not to be taken seriously

urban x reader

It took you about a full hour to calm down completely and surprisingly Urban held you the entire time. That only made you feel more guilty for what you were about to tell him. But he deserved to know the truth.

You leaned out of Urban’s embrace to sit up straight. You wanted to make sure that you kept eye contact while you told him what’s been on your mind so you can try to read his emotions through his facial expressions and his eyes. Oh those beautiful blue eyes, they always told you what his pretty lips never did.

“Are you gonna tell me what has you so upset?” He’s becoming less patient the longer you take. “Yeah uhm..but i need you to know something first” Urban starts getting nervous. At this point he has no idea what you might say next. Are you calling it quits when you’ve barely begun? Were you pregnant?

As much as you tried to read Urbans expression it was too hard. He slowly removed his hands from yours and turned away from you. “So this whole time…you didn’t think it would’ve been best to just tell me what the fuck was going on? y/n she shook my hand with you right next to me. Both of you acted like you didn’t know each other and she talked about writing you a song to my face…” “I know how it looks to you but i promise it’s not like that”

“Oh it’s not? because i feel like both of you made a fool out of me…and now i come home to you crying your eyes out to the song she wrote just for you….y/n how do you think that makes me feel huh?” His tone stayed leveled but you could tell he was mad because his face was turning red. Urban has never raised his voice at you but you were sure that it was bound to happen when this conversation progresses.

“Are you crying because you regret being with me? Do you want to go back to her? is that it?”

“Urban no…i don’t know what to feel”

“Well neither do I…You told me everything was finally good again and you’re ready to make this something for the rest of our lives y/n WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU SAY THAT SHIT IF YOU DIDNT MEAN I-“ “IM SORRY OKAY? im FUCKING sorry…I tried SO hard to get over that breakup and you know it. I did everything I could to move on and open my heart for you. I fucking love you Urban but my heart is still in her hands and i’m afraid there’s nothing i can do about it.” You were once again, a sobbing mess. Only this time you weren’t the only one crying.

Urban felt like his heart had been ripped out of his chest. How could you show him a love like he’s never had before, just for you to take it away from him in the blink of an eye. “So this is it? You’re gonna call her now and try to get her back?” you shook your head and wiped your eyes and cheeks with the sleeve of your oversized hoodie before answering him.

“No, I can’t do that.”

“And why not?”

“Because i need to focus on myself right now….as cliché as it sounds i need to find myself again. Ever since i was 19 i’ve been in and out of relationships and constantly wanting love from my partners and giving them every piece of me yet i never loved myself as much as i loved them. I deserve the same love i give to everyone else too. I OWE that to myself Urban. I can’t imagine what’s going through your head right now…you probably hate m-“ “ I don’t hate you y/n don’t start with that bullshit okay? i’m mad…yes but i should’ve seen the signs. I can’t force you to stay so i guess this is it, I really do love you and that’s not gonna change over night. You’re the best love i’ve ever received and i’ll never forget you for that. You’re still my soulmate…” He stepped closer palming your left cheek with his right palm and wiping away a stray tear of yours with his thumb.

“Maybe not in this lifetime but in the next, i know you’d be my wife….even if neither of us believe in that marriage shit. You do deserve that love that you give, i hope you learn how magical it feels and how addicting it is. If you ever need anything at all you know where and how to find me so i’ll be on my way and i’ll come pack my things maybe tomorrow okay?” you simply nodded, not being able to voice anything after all that he had said to you.

He leaned down kissing your forehead, slowly as if he was saying a final goodbye, walked around you and left out the door.

A/N: THE EEENDDDD omg im so proud of this!!!

#moody4world #moody fics #urban wyatt x reader

[hyukalyptus]

i feel like younger fandom writers on tumblr are starting to feel like they have to be sort of ""influencers"" and respond to every single bit of feedback and get as many reblogs as possible but that's never been what tumblr has been about and it's sad because i've seen this idea people give themselves drive writers off the website in newer, younger fandoms. if i'm in your inbox, even if it's some big idea i'm putting down, you can just reply like a conversation. i'm not expecting a piece of writing, i really just want to tell someone and have them respond "OH MY GOD I'M FOAMING AT THE MOUTH" and maybe even "thats so hot and he'd do this too" but i feel like writers are putting a lot of pressure on themselves lately, or maybe it's just this fandom idk, to write a fic for every single idea that comes into their mailbox because they feel like "that's what writers do" or something and it's like??? you don't have to be a Public Figure here. it's just a fuckign social media website and the weirdest most fucked up one. i'm sure you get asks like "hey why didn't you write such and such" but like. you're just here to converse and share the things you make this isn't your fucking job so ignore that shit and do what feels comfortable to you. idk if this sounds harsh or not but really the point is just do whatever the fuck you want

hello!

idk if this is a rant specifically toward me or if it’s supposed to be a suggestion for others..but i feel like i have a pretty clear boundary and that is stated clearly in my guidelines. i do understand that this is something silly and meant to be fun and i treat it that way.

i’ve never felt pressured to do something i didn’t want to do. i know i posted a “i have a full time job and i go to school!” post yesterday but that’s because i have drawn that boundary and i do understand that this is a low priority and it’s for fun. if i don’t like an ask, i delete it! which i do so often tbh. i don’t rly advertise that bc i want ppl to feel like they can inbox me.

and again, i’m not sure if this is directed at me fully, but i have never said anything along the lines of “because that’s what writers do.” as i’ve said in my guidelines, i understand i am not here for you or any other reader. and i am fully comfortable deleting any ask and blocking whoever tf i want.

perhaps this in response to saying something like “this didn’t get a whole lotta notes :(“ or something? and if it’s that, that’s not meant to be taken too seriously! it’s more of a “omg why doesn’t anyone else wanna giggle about kai with me rn?” just like irl if i’m w a group of ppl and i’m sharing something i rly like and that i created and i get very little response i’ll be slightly :/ but i’m not taking it personally. i’m sorry if it came across as pressuring others to provide feedback.

perhaps this is in response to my poll i have up rn. i’m doing this because many readers have suggested us writers interact back with them. and they’ve requested that from multiple writers. which i see as a fair request to be completely honest. however, i don’t feel pressured into doing that. i want to show appreciation to my readers that leave feedback and idk maybe it’s because i’m autistic, maybe it’s because i’m old and don’t do social media well, but it can be very difficult for me to talk to people in any form (online or offline) so i wanted to know what form would be best received.

but at the end of the day- i definitely do not see myself as an “influencer”—that is actually my worst nightmare. i have never felt pressured to write a response to anything, i’ve never felt pressured to respond within a certain time frame, a certain length, or anything. i still haven’t posted half my kinktober shit! i’ve never prioritized this over work or school. i do write whatever the fuck i want or i wouldn’t write about “unpopular” things like kai smut (bc let’s face it, they’re always super unpopular), chubby!reader, or other kinks. and i make that clear in my guidelines!

and yep, i see this as something silly that i do as a hobby but that isn’t my place to dictate how other writers should feel about their blog. if they want to take it seriously bc they view as their art, that’s fine with me. if they wanna write for validation or for as many notes as possible, that’s fine w me because they’re doing whatever the fuck they want.

writers: i do encourage you to not feel pressured to write to things you don’t want to, but i don’t feel like many of you do that anyway. this is meant to be something fun and if you’re not having fun, don’t do it! but i’m still having fun with this so i’m gonna do it. and i’m sure y’all are having fun too. i ofc hope my moots stick around, but i would of course understand if you decided to never log back in again someday.

#inbox! #anon!

[gamesbyalbie]

The Cursed Journey

PART 3: DEMIGHOST

SIX YEARS AGO

"Ody?"

I looked up from my phone. An astoundingly handsome stranger was standing there, smiling at me.

"Uh, yes?"

"Hey." He waved cheekily. "It's Min-joon." Holy shit, I thought. That's Min-joon? "You know," he continued. "Bidisaster."

"No, y—yeah." I stuttered. "Of course it's you. Wow. Hi!"

He took the seat next to mine. "How are you?"

"Good. Tired, but good. You?"

Min-joon took a deep breath, exhaling like someone who'd been holding their breath for several weeks. "I'm great!" He replied, somewhat unconvincingly. "Also tired, but no major complaints." 

There was a moment of silence as we took each other in, but—even back then—it didn't feel awkward. I don't know exactly what he was thinking, but my brain was struggling to connect this physical body to the virtual friend I knew so well. "Feels kind of wild, finally putting a face to the text."

"Yeah," he brushed his hair back out of his face. "Hopefully good though. It looked like I startled you for a second there."

"Oh, no. Not at all."

"What was this then?" He imitated my stunned face.

"That... that was just—"

The bartender slid down, interrupting our conversation and giving me a moment to think. "Evening, sir. Anything I can get for you?"

"Tonic with lime for now, please."

"Right away."

"Thanks." Min-joon turned back to me. "Sorry. You were saying?"

"This might sound strange and I'm hoping it's not too weird to say, but..." I paused, laughing awkwardly. A smile spread across Min-joon's face. "I just thought you'd look different."

"Really? How? My profile picture is a picture of me."

"Yeah, but I didn't think that was actually a pic of you."

"What do you mean?" He laughed lightly.

"Lots of people online use pics of other people for their profiles. I thought yours was a pic of some idol or something."

"So, I look like an idol?" He smirked. "Is that what you're saying?"

"I didn't say those words exactly." I blushed. "You know how you look."

"Oh. Do I?" He raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "Well, you don't look like a ghost wearing clown makeup."

"No, that's how I normally look but I changed before coming here. Thought this would be more appropriate."

"Shame," he snapped and frowned playfully. "I was really hoping to see you in your natural state." I chuckled. "But seriously, you didn't know what I looked like?" I shook my head and took a sip of my drink. "Wow. Well, I hope this isn't a retroactive breach of trust, but I looked you up the moment you gave me your full name. Hope that's okay."

"It is. I don't mind at all." I answered honestly. "I tried to look you up too, but I couldn't find anything."

"Oof. I guess you are easier to find, Mx. Big Time Book Reviewer." I rolled my eyes at that. "Speaking of which, how's the convention treating you?"

There's a good chance that was the last thing in the world I wanted to talk about. "You know it's... fine."

"Just fine?"

"Yeah, just fine. It's a little—I don't know." I shrugged. "Disheartening?" All day I'd talk to people living the life I dreamed of—writers who would go on and on about how much they loved what they did, how being an author was the most satisfying job they could imagine. Meanwhile, I was stuck interviewing them, bored out of my fucking mind. 

I tossed my hair behind my shoulder—it was a lot longer then—and started massaging my temples. "The longer I write for Biblio, the more I regret majoring in journalism. Like, I cannot do this for the rest of my life."

"You won't." Min-joon looked at me sympathetically. "I have faith in you."

"Thanks. Anyways." I was eager to change the subject. "How's your internship going?"

"Mmh." He made a face that immediately screamed 'Not well.'

"That bad?" I asked.

"Well, it's like what you said. The longer I write for Jackson, the more I realize I need to write for myself. The combination of having someone else take credit for my work and being forced to write things I don't give a shit about is... I don't know."

"Soul crushing?"

"Yeah. Soul crushing. That's a good way to put it." 

"So, life's going great for both of us." We both chuckled. "We're really doing well for ourselves."

"Yeah," he sighed. "Let's not talk about our wildly successful professional lives, shall we?"

"Sounds great to me."

The bartender brought back Min-joon's drink. "You know," he started. "I've been really curious about something."

"And what's that?"

"Why 'demighost'? Don't get me wrong, it's an interesting username, but what's the significance behind it?"

"Well, 'demisexualghost' was already taken so…" He snorted, causing a wide grin to bloom across my face. "Seriously though, I think it came from 'demigod' originally. I'm a big fan of mythology—"

"No. Really?" Min-joon gasped sarcastically. "I had no idea."

"Yeah, shocker. I keep that special interest pretty close to the chest. But anyways, I just replaced 'god' with 'ghost' and 'demighost' was born. As a Specter, I've always felt a kinship with the dead—"

"As you should."

"—so, it just made sense." I sighed and took a deep sip of my drink. "Plus, to be honest and a little morbid, I probably felt half-dead at the time." My hand spun in a tight circle, creating a small whirlpool in my glass. "I was in a really bad place back then."

"Hmm." Min-joon looked down, staring deep into his own glass as he took in my words. Suddenly, his gaze met mine. "I understand."

I shouldn't have been, but I was surprised at how sincere he seemed. 

Anyone can say those words (and they often do), but it's rare for people to genuinely mean it—or for their words to feel meaningful.

The way Min-joon said it, the tone of his voice and the intensity in his eyes, I immediately understood what he meant. He knew how I felt because he felt that way himself. Not once, but many times. I just wouldn't have guessed it. Everything he wrote was so damn cozy and optimistic.

"But," Min-joon tilted his head to the side. His eyes were blazing with pride and I knew that whatever he was about to say, he was happy with it. "Would you say that you're half-dead or half-alive?"

"Ooh," I shifted in my seat. My legs needed to move so bad they were starting to hurt. "Like a reskinned glass half-empty, half-full situation. I like it." Min-joon bowed his head slightly. I nodded several times, thinking. "Are you asking about how I felt back then or how I feel now?"

"Good question." Min-joon leaned in, like he was inspecting my face. At the time, my best guess was that the vodka was kicking in—I wasn't sure why else he would do that. Then I remembered he wasn't drinking. "I care about your past," he murmured. "I really do. But I'm more curious about how you feel now—right here, in this moment."

"Well..." My body felt electric. "Right now, I'm half-alive." Heat was building in my limbs and face, dancing across my skin like the flames of a candle. "That's the better one, right?" I chuckled. "They're both pretty grim. It's hard to tell."

Min-joon smiled. "The way I see it, if you picked half-alive because you think it's better, that's all I need to know. And I'm very glad that's how you feel."

I looked down briefly. His gaze was unraveling me like a cheap sweater. "Are you half-alive too?"

"No." Min-joon bit his lip and shook his head. "I'm fully alive right now."

"Cool." I nodded. "Very cool." I cleared my throat then finished my drink. What else was I supposed to say to that? There were barely any thoughts in my head—a stark change from the frantic cacophony I was normally drowning in. All I could think about was how unfairly attractive he was. Finally, I asked. "Why did you go with 'bidisaster'?"

"That should be self-evident." We both laughed.

We spent the next four hours talking about everything and nothing. At the end of the night, when the hotel bar was closing, we headed to the elevator together. We were silent the whole ride. I think both of us were dreading the inevitable goodbye. It was all we could think about, but maybe if we didn't acknowledge it, it wouldn't happen.

Min-joon's room was on floor 32. The bell dinged. "Well, this is me." He started to leave then turned around, holding the doors open with both hands. "We... we should do this again sometime. Soon, preferably."

"Agreed. Wholeheartedly."

"Great." He grinned. "Then, uh... I'll see you soon, Ody."

"I can't wait."

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