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kunikuma · 9 months

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bar crawl aftermath

relationship | college student!kunikuzushi x afab!fem!reader

synposis | back from a bar crawl, you tell your boyfriend about some dude trying to buy you a drink AND the fact you had to use ajax as your fake boyfriend. this is a kunikuzushi fic. you know he’s jealous. content | 🔞🔞 smut, but he’s surprisingly gentle for a jealous!kunk fic IMO cw | jealousy, mention of alcohol, bar dude being a creep but it’s quick, mention of overstim, calls you a slut and a good girl once a/n | not proud of this one bc half way thru i decided im gonna save the real filth for a diff fic, so he’s… surprisingly… gentle??? for a possessive scara ahah. subjective. mating press. is that gentle??? this is more…. idek. it was gonna die in drafts if i didnt post it SOOOZ.

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you weren’t drunk, but the way the room blurred as you moved would’ve convinced you otherwise. the lamp on your shared bedside lit the room up in a cozy warm glow. truthfully speaking, the room looked mighty nice and relaxing… perfect for a quick cuddle and conversation with kunikuzushi before bed.

that was the intention.

but once you started talking about tonight’s bar crawl to celebrate the end of the semester with your peers, the very bar crawl he was unable to attend with you, goosebumps erupted on his skin. when you started talking about a creep who kept insisting on buying you a drink, a guy who leaned really close to your low-cut top to read the cute, metal button pinned to your shirt’s breast to highlight bar crawl members, he grew silent. when you sheepishly sighed and explained you had to cling onto ajax for the rest of the night to get the fake ’I’m Taken’ message across, he ripped the sheets off of himself and had you right under his unconcealed jealous stare.

that’s how you found yourself pinned against your sheets, your back against your shitty spring mattress with your heart nearly leaping out of your chest at every lewd, wet slap into your core.

“h-holy s-shit, kuni—“

it felt like your head was absolutely spinning with the way your brain was getting battered against the insides of your skull at how hard he bottomed out against you.

“s-should’ve… been there,” he panted, lifting your legs and pressing your knees into the mattress.

shit, mating press? your eyes struggle to focus on his debauched face as you wail in response from how deep he was—

“...should’ve been there to–” he stutters and cuts himself off with a loud moan when you clamp down at his words. you rake your nails onto his arms and he hisses, but he only frantically laughs and messily connects your lips together. moaning into his mouth as your teeth uncomfortably clash together, you nudge him away and he begrudgingly obeys, snapping the glistening thread of spit connecting your mouths.

“k-kuni, slow down,” you gasp during the slight reprieve, feeling the burn at the backs of your thighs intensify the harder he jammed your knees into the bedding below you, “t-too much-”

you’d been going at this for a little over an hour and you already creamed around his fingers earlier in the night. when he heard you clung onto ajax, he hastily yanked you onto his lap as he propped himself against the bedframe. placing his legs over yours and pinning your back against his chest, he toyed with your nipples and sensitive bud between your thighs. his lithe legs locked yours, keeping you nice and spread as he whispered into your ear about how bad you were for clinging onto his best friend… edging you til you were crying on his lap. each time you were about to topple over the edge, he’d tsk and rip his hand away, laughing at your whines, only to rapidly tap his fingers against your swollen clit seconds later to feel you squirm against his aching cock. once you begged him to make you cum all over his hand, he gladly obliged, shoving his neatly manicured digits inside of you to frantically abuse your favorite spot he was well acquainted with.

at some point, he licks the shell of your ear and tsks at how filthy and selfish you were for getting off while he was still dealing with his hurt feelings and weeping cock.

“too much?” he groans, peppering your neck with kisses. you squeal when you feel him smirk and lick a languid stripe at the side of your neck.

“l-lying slut, you’ve taken so much more...” he snickers that breaks into a groan against the rapid pulse beating in your neck.

kunikuzushi needed to you beg him… to ruin you with his pretty hands.

currently, he pauses as he breathes, staring down at you, his pleasure-glazed eyes darting around to examine his work and your sweaty body.

divine is how he’d describe the way your body looked, thanks to the warm glow of the light illuminating every curve on your body. divinity was a wonderful way to describe the view because he’d love to be the one to wrench you down and defile your sanctity.

your neck had two marks; one on each side. ‘not enough,’ he dryly noted. below, he marred your chest with many, many more of his love bites. not-so-deep down, he wanted to forget that another man got that close to you… dared to get his filth onto your pretty skin. only he could be the one to sully you. kunikuzushi figured if he could litter your pretty skin with his bites and kisses, no other man would bat their dumb eyes in your direction when he wasn’t around.

he grits his teeth at the reason why he couldn’t join you at the bar.

his oh-so-lovely mother needed him to come home for a few days to start discussing how the business would be transferred under his name when she retires or croaks. when he ignored her messages and emails (of all the things) to come home, she surprised him by showing up at his apartment. the apartment he rarely went to because your “shoddy living situation is much closer to campus”. he begrudgingly went to his place to greet her there to get everything over with. however, he didn’t think he’d need to leave for a few days.

kunikuzushi shook his head and pushes his slick bangs back to rid himself of these useless thoughts before peering down at your disheveled state. the sight of you below him was exactly where you belonged; if you continued looking that wrecked, that perfect under him, he might just have to make a mess of your insides.

oh, who was he kidding?

that was always the plan.

at a twitch of your walls, his breath hitched in his throat before his hand moved to your chin. he hums as he delicately turns your tilted, teary gaze to face right at him, thumbing your bottom lip.

suddenly, he grips your chin as he grins down at you, “n-ngh, c’mon,” he cooes, ignoring the stutter in his breath. idly, he starts to slowly rock his hips back and forth, sliding his cock all the way in before pulling it all the way out.

…shit, the way your cunt squelched every time he drove his cock into your heat...

he leaned over your form, hovering inches away from your face with a shaky breath. looming over your spent body like this was bliss; he could feel himself quickly slamming against your deepest parts and you’d only cutely cry out and paw at his arms as your toes curled. the way your freed leg wrapped around his torso to hold him deep inside of you told him you were loving it all, despite your nails digging into his arms.

the young man bit back a whine when you started wiggling your hips to gain some friction. he squeezed his eyes shut so you couldn’t see the way his eyes nearly rolled back and how tight you were. you were blearily staring up at him as you regained some brain cells thanks to his unusually slow yet deep pace, holding back a snide comment about how uncharacteristically gentle he was being.

getting impatient and wanting your jealous boyfriend to rearrange your guts like he normally does, you squeezed your cunt around his cock and—

“h-hah, f-fuck, you’re so—!” he chokes out, digging his own nails into the plump meat of your thighs.

there we go. cracked his resolve.

tight. hot. perfect.

archons, your wet cunt clamped down every time he ruthlessly drove his hips against yours. while you might have thought he was extremely well-collected at this moment, his haughty mask was starting to slip right off of his sweat-slicken face.

all he wanted to really do is sink into your wet heat and sloppily thrust inside of you, blubbering as he paints your walls white. maybe he’d even allow himself to break completely, whining and rambling into the nook of your neck as he presses messy kisses on your body about how “f-fuckin’ good you make me feel” and how he wanted you to “p-please only ever look at m-me, i love you, i love you, i—“

but tonight, he wanted to remind you that you belonged to him, and him alone. oh, he was annoyed you only kindly rejected the drinks and didn’t outright deck the guy right where he taught you (groin or nose). he was livid you clung onto his annoying best friend, even if it was for your safety.

what can he say? he’s possessive.

but you knew that, didn’t you?

his eyes snap back to your body as he repeated his rhythm, watching your body twitch and respond to his every motion, “y-you were so bad today, so,” he murmurs as his pace falters again, trailing his fingers down your neck and between the valley of your breasts. he releases your other leg to flick at your sensitive buds, only to then roughly massage your breasts in his hands. the soft flesh in his hold melded against his digits perfectly and your muffled cries behind your hand on made him ascend higher past cloud nine. your high pitched keens were delicious.

your other leg joins the first one to wrap around him, pulling him in. he hums and chuckles breathlessly as your pussy flutters around his leaking cock, easing up on his rough treatment of your chest.

you snicker breathlessly as you rest your arm over your head, “i thought you’d be much rougher-“

finally, kunikuzushi scoffs as he yanks your legs from around him and resumes the burning press he had earlier. leaning over you once more, he shakes with silent laughter at your surprised and choked moan before whispering into your ear. he steels himself to utter his next words without a moan interrupting him.

“that so? be a good girl for me,” he grits out before cracking and releasing a shaky moan when you trail your nails down his back.

“—and take it.”

#wanderer #scaramouche #kunikuzushi #wanderer x reader #scaramouche x reader #kunikuzushi x reader #wanderer x reader smut #scaramouche x reader smut #kunikuzushi x reader smut #genshin impact #genshin impact x reader #genshin impact smut #wanderer x y/n #scaramouche x y/n #kunikuzushi x y/n #genshin impact x reader smut #kunikuma’s fics

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number1jeonginstan · 5 months

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Hi! I was wondering if you could write a story in which hyunjin overstimulates y/n? And if you want, could you make y/n sensible and scared? Ty! I love your writing btw!

A/N: Sorry for taking so long to get this out, I’ve been kind of in a slump for writing and then I got the idea for what I should do because I was kinda struggling for a minute. I hope you liked it and I’m so thankful for the request! Thank you so much for your time and patience, I really appreciate it.

WC: 1.25k

Pairing: Hyunjin x (established relationship) afab!reader

Minors don't interact, 18+

Warnings: SMUT, overstimulation, some light slapping, good girl, baby, use of that stuff, idk what else tbh this was written at like 1 am

It was a lazy day between you and Hyunjin. Both still in your pajamas, you in silk shorts and one of his t-shirts, and him in his matching yellow and white checkered pajamas. You enjoyed this new mystery novel on his bed while he painted in his studio. It was the comfort of being next to one another that you had no idea what was yet to come.

As you turned to the next page in your book, Hyunjin got up coming towards you. “Wanna have sex?” He asked, lying down next to you on the bed. You barely paid attention to him, too immersed in your book, simply humming.

“Come on” he groaned lifting his head to you, “I need you baby” he huffed, still not eliciting a reaction from you. To try and get any reaction out of you, he began to run his fingers on your thighs.

Ts when he ran his fingers along your thighs, placing wet kisses along your smooth thigh. “Jinnie, please” you whined “I want to finish this chapter, they are about to say who did it”

“Wow, a book is more interesting than fucking your insanely hot boyfriend?”

“Right now, yes!” you giggled, finishing reading the page you were on. Before you could even turn the page, he snatched the book out of your hand. “Don’t you dare fold the corner” you yelled, trying to snatch the book back. He giggled adding the bookmark he made you as a gift to mark the page. He got up and placed the book on his easel, far from your reach.

“Fine” you groaned, falling back onto the bed, your head hitting the pillow. He walked back to the bed, crawling on top of you so his thighs locked yours in place. He placed a kiss on your lips, causing a giggle to leave your lips.

He moved to your neck, kissing and nibbling at the spot that drove you crazy. You could slowly feel yourself getting wetter. “Jinnie, please stop teasing” you whined, rubbing your thighs together to get any sort of stimulation. “I need you”

“Be patient baby, we have all the time in the world”

He kissed your lips once again, trying to savor your taste. He began to move down your body, lifting your (his) shirt slightly to kiss your stomach, slowly moving down to your shorts. Without hesitation, he pulled down your shorts and underwear, throwing them somewhere in your shared room.

“Fuck baby, this pussy is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen” he ran his fingers across your folds, capturing your wetness and putting his finger in his mouth, licking it off his fingers. “And you taste even better”

You moaned watching him, and before you could even say anything, he dove into your pussy. His plush lips kissed your clit as he slowly inserted one of his long fingers into your hole. You grabbed his hair in his hand, forcing him to eat you like a man starved, and he was happy to.

He was licking every inch of your pussy, slowly inserting another finger to give you the extra stimulation you needed. His fingers were long, not as long as his cock, but longer than your own and he was skilled with them. It took him another minute for you to cum around his fingers, moaning his name as your walls clenched around them.

He began to kiss down your thigh, his plush lips covered in your cum from eating you out. “Jinnie, please, need you” you whined.

“You are a greedy little girl aren’t you, just made you cum with my mouth and fingers, but you are still begging for my cock”

He slapped your thigh lightly, moving so he was on top of you, in between your legs. “Fuck, you are such a slut” he groaned, pulling his already hard cock from the confines of his boxers. The tip was already red, pre-cum slowly dripping out of the tip.

“Who’s the slut now?” you giggled, trying to joke around, but it only made Hyunjin to tease you more. Before you could react, he grabbed your face, making you look directly into his eyes. “If you keep acting like this, I’m going to fuck you like the little whore you are”

“Sure Hyunjin, you can try and do that” You rolled your eyes, knowing that your boyfriend would never “fuck” you. Whenever the two of you had sex, he always liked to describe it as making love. He was someone who believed that sex was something that should be cherished.

“Don’t test me baby, tonight you are going to be my cocksleeve” Before you could even react, he thrust his cock inside of you, not even giving you a warning. “How can you be such a whore and have such a tight pussy”

You just moaned you had never seen him this way, and you were a bit scared, and your face reflected it. “Aww, baby don’t be scared, you’ll get to cum, don’t worry”

He nibbled on your ear softly, his pillow lips wrapping around your lobe as he continued to thrust into you. He slowly began to lift your legs slightly, signaling you to wrap your legs around his back, allowing him to hit that one spot inside your cunt.

“Such a good girl, moaning for my cock. Is it just that good?”

He continued to thrust into you, not faltering his pace as he continued to abuse that one spot inside of you. All you could do was moan out in response. You were too fucked out, getting fucked too well to even understand the words coming out of his mouth.

He slapped your face slightly, causing you to look up straight into his eyes. “I asked you a question, is my cock that good”

“Yes Jinnie, your cock is the best I’ve ever had” you moaned out loud. He kissed your lips, muttering “good girl” on them, and with him thrusting into that one spot that made you whine, it was all you needed to cum.

“Fuck baby, I can feel your walls clenching around me, but just because you came, doesn’t mean we are done” You whined, feeling overstimulated as he continued to abuse your pussy like there is no tomorrow.

It all felt too much, him continuing to thrust into you even though you had just cum. You thrashed around slightly, not being able to take it. Just as you thought you were going to break, like the world around you was going to go black, he came inside of you, kissing your lips.

You were still out of it as he quickly got up, getting a cloth to clean the cum that was spilling you out of with as well as a glass of water. “Baby, I need you to drink this”

You just nodded, slowly drinking the glass of water that your boyfriend was holding in front of you.

“Sorry if I was too rough, I just overheard you say that you wanted me to fuck you more often, I hope it was okay”

He looked like a hurt puppy so you pulled him close to you, kissing his lips gently. “It was amazing Jinnie, but next time, give me some warning because I was scared shitless”

He just giggled as he wrapped his arms around you as you both fell asleep together. Maybe not knowing the end of the book is worth it.

#ju <3 answers #fucking finally getting back into the groove of writing #stray kids #skz #straykids x reader #skz smut #skz x reader #straykids smut #stray kids smut #stray kids x reader #hyunjin skz #hyunjin smut #hyunjin x reader #hyunjin #hwang hyunjin #hwang hyujin imagines #skz fluff #ju <3 writes #ju's <3 anons

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shotoh · 11 months

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❝ SO... ASS, T!TS, OR THIGHS? ❞ feat. nagi seishiro

— what’s his preference?

cw + tw. smut, 18+, minors dni, fem!reader, aged-up!characters, extensive amounts of foreplay, titplay, nipple sucking, nagi is a spoiled boy but we love him

notes. i think about this cutie patootie often and how he must be so nice to cuddle with... then i remember he’s huge and i just want him to ruin me <3

if you were to ask him this question straight up, he’d likely say something along the lines of, “eh… i like all of you.” which is pretty typical, but not inherently wrong.

in nagi’s case, he believes that if he can lay his head on it, then that’s more than enough for him.

your ass? a cushion for when he’s lazily slumped over your bed, phone in hand as you’re busy cramming your assignments and writing essays, propped up on your elbows in front of your laptop.

your thighs? his well-deserved reprieve after a long day at practice. he loves arriving home and finding you on the couch, patting your lap and inviting him to alleviate stress. as your fingers tousle through his white fluffy locks, a sleepy yawn escapes his lips, cheek pressed against your soft pillowy thighs as he waits for his dreams to take him.

your tits, however, make him rethink his entire outlook on life. i mean, how could he ever forget the sensation of being squished between your soft mounds as you’re going through your usual ministrations—absentmindedly massaging the nape of his neck and playing with tufts of his messy hair, making him hum in content. he doesn’t even think before using them as his personal stress balls, always subconsciously running a hand to cup a breast through your shirt no matter what he’s doing while laid against you.

whether intending to arouse you or not, this always leads to a breathy whimper escaping in the air, gray eyes looking up to see your lips slightly parted and gaze half-lidded. to nagi’s benefit, your tits are also extra sensitive, especially in his big ol’ hands which cover your chest perfectly no matter the size. they make you shiver as his thumbs press your nipples through the fabric, quickly pebbling at his touch. seeing them harden and poke through the sheer material of your top makes the striker’s mouth water.

“just a taste…” is what he tells you as he lifts your shirt above your chest, but nagi’s greedy. he never takes just what he needs, only caring about wanting more. he spends a good hour simply running his tongue around the stiff peaks, alternating breasts by laving at the valley between them before returning the same attention to the other one. his hands like to knead the tender flesh, even clamp them in his hold and push them together for easier access for his tongue to flick the aroused tips of your nipples.

“your tits are so perfect, angel, i wanna suffocate in them…”

it’s constantly a struggle to sit still when he’s adamantly fondling you. you shudder every time he flattens the wet muscle over your areola before wrapping his lips around the bud. your body clings to his, gripping his shoulders and occasionally pulling on the roots of his hair when he suckles on them like a baby. except unlike a baby, you feel the whole weight of him on top of you, heavy and desiring to sink you deeper in the sheets. the hard mast in his sweats ruts against your thigh.

with the drawn out foreplay, you’re nearly on the end of your rope. you need him to plunge his thick cock in your gooey insides already. you’re surely wet enough for him to slide right in—he’s made sure of that from his languid ministrations.

“sei, please, fuck me already…” you drawl prettily, hiking your knee to coax the hard throb in his pants. he bucks his hips on top of you, groaning low and hoarse, and teetering on the tightrope of self-control.

nagi, whether he realizes it or not, is cruel as he is greedy. he savors your reactions, enamored by the glassy look on your soft features that crinkle every time his mouth meets your beautiful skin. he’s practically on cloud nine, and you must be following him since you’re on the verge of falling apart, and he hasn’t even touched the aching, slick spot sticking to your panties yet.

“c’mon, beautiful, just a lil longer,” he coos, his words all wispy that you’re starting to grow lightheaded. he blows on the shiny trail of his spit along the sensitive expanse of your skin, feeling you squirm under him. lazily resting his cheek on your tits, innocent silver eyes find your teary ones.

“i still need to mark you all up for me, angel. stay still and i’ll make sure you feel so good later when you’re sitting on my cock, okay?” his lips tenderly press the swell of your breasts one last time before branding those dreamy promises into your skin.

#nagi x reader #nagi smut #blue lock smut #bllk smut #blue lock x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x reader #nagi seishiro smut #nagi seishiro x reader #nagi x you #nagi x y/n #blue lock imagines #blue lock headcanons #nagi seishirou smut

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drchucktingle · 1 year

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perfect tingler after todays discussion

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Mumblo Peeps has one last presentation to give if he wants his master’s degree, but to finish it on time would be nearly impossible. Mumblo just doesn’t have it in him. Fortunately, Mumblo’s friend Jordon is also giving a final presentation, which just so happens to be about the works of erotica author Chuck Tingle. Mumblo is confused on how his friend intends to fill an entire project, since Chuck Tingle just creates fake books covers, only to realize that Chuck Tingle books are, in fact, real. Now Mumblo is locked into a passionate tryst with the physical manifestation of his bizarre assumption that Chuck Tingle books are just covers and not actual books, teaching Mumblo that anything is possible if you just put your butt into it.

POUNDED IN THE BUTT BY MY BIZARRE ASSUMPTION THAT CHUCK TINGLE BOOKS ARE JUST COVERS AND NOT ACTUAL BOOKS

#chuck tingle #tingleverse #love is real #queer #meta #art theory #commentary #fake books #writers of tumblr #gay #LGBTQIA #LGBT

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teeskz · 2 months

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Sneak Peek:

¡Arriba!

“Enjoying this dirty night to escape.”

» synopsis of T!TS UP here

> out now!

» pairing: fem!reader x OT5 (kim hongjoong, jeong yunho, choi san, song mingi, jung wooyoung)

» summary: being a bookworm, you’re used to your regular schedule of simply studying, eating, oh, and the occasional sleeping. it isn’t until one night, you find yourself at the wrong place at the wrong time, and soon get swept up in one of the craziest games you’ve ever heard. in hindsight, maybe you should’ve declined. but it was only supposed to last for one night. one, dirty night.

» genres & warning: college au, suggestive ASF, more warnings to come

» a/n: no wc cause this only a short snippet

» tag list: @mingyuslice @facioleeknow @yakosobaboba @xcynthiaaa @stayskz143 @isabel-018

if your name is crossed off, i couldn't find you

You feel a drop in your palm as Mingi hands you over the die, nervousness flowing through you, “I- okay.”

Your heart is pounding against your rib cage when you start to shake your enclosed hand, a mix between sweat and fear coating the cube. You release it shortly after and watch it roll around in front of you.

Eventually, the velocity of it slows and the wild spinning stops, leaving a scarlett-red square staring back at you. A dare.

“Oh, our first dare.” There’s a bite to Wooyoung’s tone, proving obvious that he's choosing to completely ignore the past few rounds.

San leans forward for you and grabs a card, passing it off to you, "You can do this."

You don’t even look at it immediately and instead wait until you were back against Mingi before reading it aloud to the others.

“Did someone turn up the temperatures?" you start off steadily, "Suddenly, you’re feeling hot. Have the other players choose which piece of clothing to remove, hope this helps your problem…”

Keeping your eyes locked on the words. You trail off towards the end, not finding the courage to look up knowing they're all watching you. Undressing you in their heads.

“We get to choose?” Yunho happily accepts this feat as does everyone else. They make your already rapid heart accelerate, but what’s even worse is how the stupid throb in your core intensifies.

Hongjoong, ever so leisurely, grabs hold of the open flap from your pajama bottoms and wiggles the fabric around, "I say we get rid of these."

San perks up excitedly at the proclamations, “I second. Y/N, you don’t need those on anymore.”

This is so wrong. So, incredibly wrong.

While you're distracted by those two, you don’t notice Mingi traveling a hand down to the waist band of your pants, lifting it up to barely reveal your underwear line and skin, “Can you take ‘em off for us?”

“Let’s go, Y/N-ie. You can’t keep us waiting.” Wooyoung pouts while also tugging at the other pant leg.

The pleads of the group grow, while your determination to not do it shrinks. God, are they making this difficult for you.

After a few more begs, and a few more touches, you break and decidedly give in, “F-Fine, I'll get these off.”

Mingi breaths out, the hand that was on your waist band slipping below to touch your outer leg. He teases the others by showing them bits and pieces of your skin, not fully pulling your pants down till Yunho comes to the other side and helps to tug it off of you.

Collectively, they all aid in discarding your bottoms and once they're off of you, you try to suppress the urge to cover yourself. There, in full display for everyone to see, are your tight, pale yellow panties that’re always your favorite to wear to bed.

But when you’re damn-near half naked in front of a group of boys, now you’re wishing you had worn something more attractive; like how one of your roommates owns a pair of lacy black thongs that you’ve seen one too many times before.

Hongjoong brings a light graze to your now exposed legs, tracing around your skin, “You’re so cute when you listen to us.”

"Look, there's even little flowers." San pokes fun at you, even going as far as pinching your underwear in a teasing manner

“Can- Can we move on?” You’re letting out small huffs while Mingi brings a hand down to rub at your thigh.

"Awwe, alright, alright. Guys, let's ease up on her." Yunho reaches over your legs to retrieve the lonely die from the ground.

The rest of the boys oblige, them returning to their spots with slick smiles on their face. Sure, they'll play the game, but just know, they're in it for the long haul.

And it's going to get way worse than this.

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jalwyn21 · 2 months

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Losing it at all this Joe slander. He’s an evil manipulator who locked tweety in a basement and used all her money but he’s also an alcoholic loser who needed to be babied. He should have married her but also if he did it would’ve been to take advantage of her fame. The fame that he didn’t really want and wanted to keep private but also he’s dating her for clout and movie roles. Movie roles that were taken away because of her. He perused her during her weakest time but he’s the one who got masterminded because shes always in control of her men.

We can’t even call it swiftie logic any more because logic involves having a coherent thought process. How do I get off this ride?

The Paradox of Joe Alwyn 😹 😹😹

Like, I already said, everything they say about him is in contradiction to what they said previously. Because they are desperate to paint him as the bad guy. And they, of course, have nothing real to use, so ... they have to invent sh!t.. hence all the contradictions 🤭🤭🤭

You see, Joe is the ugliest man ever but he also cheated on ts and got laid by every woman he has ever met.

He is an unemployed looser with no career but also a bad boyfriend for choosing work over being there for his perfect girlfriend and celebrating her successes.

He is a nobody, but she made him famous, but nobody even knows who he is, but he is also making her look bad on purpose with his fake activism.

He is irrelevant now but also a fake introvert cause he attended work events, that he was invited to attend, but he is irrelevant.

No one likes him now, but his friends are PR.

He is not really William Bowery, but he is making more money from those songs than he ever did from his films.

He never loved her, he was a gold digger who used her but he is also crying himself to sleep every night when he sees how happy she is now with a real man.

He is fat but also a twink and a sickly Victorian child.

#free joe alwyn #nonnie #q&a #joe alwyn #joealwyn #jalwyn #anti taylor swift #toxic swifties #shit swifties say #toxic taylor swift

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eden-evergreen · 10 months

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Your boyfriend walks in on you while showering

eren jaeger (aot) + ohma tokita (ka).

synopsis -> mini drabbles, with a whole lotta fluff <3. established relationships; eren’s story set in a modern domestic setting

warning -> mention and description of constipation in ohma’s story, nothing vulgar — just a heads up to not dent your appetite if you’re consuming food. it wasn’t meant to be as unhinged as it was, but i think it would’ve happened between him and his s/o at least once T_T

Eren

It was when he heard the whoosh of the shower and assumed you were going to take a while in there… as you always do… and he needed to use the toilet.

Slightly premeditated? Perhaps… but he couldn’t afford to wait 20 minutes and you decided to take a shower after you washed the dishes together… just as you warned him. He also wanted to see you naked, because it felt like forever since he last all of you… its only been two days.

You remained focused on yourself as he snuck through the door caressing your skin and humming a sweet tune… he was incredibly silent against the background noise of the shower.

You turn around to reach for the soap when a foggy big figure appeared in you peripheral.

“AHHH”, you snatched the glass shower screen open and peaked your head out, “Eren, you almost gave me a heart attack?! Can you let me know when you’re gonna come in please??”

“Sorry love”, he says as he flushes the toilet and washes his hands, “you look good, mind if I get a better view?”. He licks his lips as he eyes you up and down. If his eyes where a representative of his stomach it would be growling right now, you looked delicious and he was starving.

“Hmph, fine… but lets keep it PG okay?”.

He rips his t-shirt over his head “Yeah, of course”, the swiftness of his response was not very convincing. But then again, its hard to keep it PG when he looks as good as he does.

Ohma

Ohma is has a colossal appetite. Appropriately so, it takes a lot to maintain his broad physique and fuel his extreme training programme. As he’s off training the majority of the day, you’d sometimes make his dinner after work. He’d rather you not do it, especially since he comes back so late causing you to go bed much later than you should’ve. Plus its a lot to make at once… a family pot’s worth of food will only last about a 2 dinners with him.

Tonight you decided it was worth it as it was a weekend so you could afford the later night’s sleep — and hopefully some extra time with him. You made a hearty portion of mixed meat skewers — his favourite.

Ohma was very grateful for the meal, kissing your forehead before digging into the feast. You save some aside for yourself, eating alongside him in a comfortable silence. He continued to eat his meal as you finished yours and made your way into the shower. You assume Ohma’s going to join you when he’s done so you could wash his back.

Instead he barges into the toilet damn near breaking the door! He sits on the toilet seat letting a huge one rip he groans soon after.

“OH COME ON OHMA!!!”, you whaled, quickly grabbing your towel and escorting yourself out the bathroom.

“Too… much… protein —”, he groans continuing to defecate with the door open.

That poor man. You love Ohma, you really do… but his proteins sh*ts are none your business. Its given with how much of it he consumes on a daily basis, you’ve had a couple of blockages of your toilet before but he was careful enough to make sure you weren’t exposed to it. Until now… he was clearly suffering.

You swung the door shut behind him as he buried his head in his lap, groaning at the uncomfortable feeling in his stomach. You put on some slippers before going downstairs, checking if he’s washed his dish(es). You come to find all the meat… two days worth is g o n e.

After an hour he seemed to have stabilised. He took a shower before joining you on the sofa with his head in your lap, cheek smooshed against your pillowy thighs.

You caressed his black locks brushing them out of his eyes, “you shouldn’t have eaten the 3 trays of meat Ohma”.

“I know, but it tasted so good…. And your cooking is much better than mine”. He winced in pain, closing his eyes in an attempt to mask the pain, “your ass looked sexy in the shower by the way”. He smirked before wincing in pain once more burying his face in to your lap. You scoffed at his comment:

‘Men are such simple beings’.

#eren yeager x reader #eren jeager x reader #eren yeager headcanons #eren jeager headcanons #eren jaeger as your boyfriend #eren yeager #eren jaeger #eren aot #ohma tokita x reader #tokita ohma x reader #ohma x reader #tokita ohma #ohma tokita #ohma kengan ashura #kengan ashura

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Bite Me, Please - 1 of ?

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader | 1.4K

Summary: You're a little boozy, and he's watching you. For @jo-harrington @fracturedarkness and @loveshotzz - I'm working on this. Maybe. We'll see.

Warnings: Stalking? He's a vampire. Drunkenness. Implied danger. Future parts have smut and violence.

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It’s g&t times three, and the room is starting to move in strange ways around you. The spins are sneaking up, but you beat them back and confront them with the cold water you’re sucking through the 3 small cocktail straws at your lips. Condensation is pooling at your fingertips; it’s sticky out. You started too early. You’ve been running from the ache inside by numbing it with the clear liquid. Each sip less bitter than the last, the booze in your gut spreading it’s fingers through your body.

“Hey, you ok?” You stumble, meet the sharp shoulder of a girl while you’re focusing on keeping one foot in front of the other. Your bladder is heavy, and ready to let go. You don’t know where they went, the people that said they needed you, begged you to come to the pub. Drink with them. Make sure they weren’t left alone drunk and stumbling around at 11:00 on a Wednesday night.

You never answer the girl, afraid that the 3 g&ts and 3 glasses of water would accompany the words you’d try to give her. That’s a gift she could live without. Besides, you’re focused on that door at the far end of the bar, behind which you will find the little room with a sink and toilet that can help you hide your shame. As you approach the black metal door, you reach for the lever handle and find it stays firm in its position.

Occupied. Fuck.

Even while you’re bladder aches, you feel that thing you’ve been trying to ignore. Not ignore, but simply not notice. As you stand at the end of the bar waiting for the person to exit the bathroom after their important task, fucking – shitting – pissing – snorting, your distracted and let it happen. You let your eyes wander to find the source of the fire that’s been at the back of your neck. You can feel the blood in your neck. It’s dancing, moving with the beat of the song that’s playing in the speaker at your side.

His face is hidden in shadow, dark sockets hide his gaze from you. Until the light of the moon, filtered through the smoke glazed window, kisses his eyes. You are held there, staring into those shining orbs. A voice, wordless and whispers in your mind. His voice.

Locked in his gaze, the room shrinks. You cannot move your legs. You cannot move your eyes from. Even when the door swings open, releasing a group of laughing girls in short skirts and high heels. The last girl jostles you with her heavy bag, must be books in there, and you look down. A sense of loss, inexplicable and growing, swims through your chest. The connection is broken. You turn to the door, remembering your bladder is on the verge of emptying in front of the crowd of coeds lined up for shots.

Relief moves through your body like a warm hug as you hover over that porcelain throne and release your ache. A brief moment of satisfaction before the anxiety creeps into the places inside that are now empty. Get out, an imperative lingering in the back of your head. You forget the germs, those microscopic boogeymen that can’t be seen with the naked eye, as you dip your head under the tap and let your head brush the bowl of the sink while cool water runs over your neck. Sober, even a little, so you can walk to your house, lock the door, and find a soft surface to collapse onto.

It's easier to do the thing, put one foot in front of the other, move without running your body into the other people scattering around the smoke filled room. You check twice with your hand, touching your purse, ensuring your wallet and keys are inside before you let yourself move through the front door and down the steps. Onto the street, the thick summer air begins to claw at your throat.

Oh, so much regret. You should have gone home first to shed the tight skirt and button up blouse before meeting your friends at the pub, but it seemed unnecessary at the time. Mindlessly, you reach down to relieve the pain of the tight shoes that dig into your feet, pulling the straps and letting them breathe in the cool air. The concrete feels cool on your soles. The sharp pain of small stones on the bottom of your feet brings you back to earth. It pushes those thoughts, strange and unnerving, out of your head. Every step you take brings you closer to sober. Closer to your home. You can feel the alcohol burning through your system and escaping your skin, and out of your pores.

You feel it, you’ve been feeling it since you stepped foot out of that smokey bathroom, the bass of the music from the speaker of the bar beating through your chest. That heat on your back. Him. His gaze. His eyes. His voice in your head, whispering. Telling you things you can’t quite hear. You don’t dare turn this time. You can’t let him catch you again with his gaze. If you see his eyes again, you’ll be lost. You watch the moon instead, a sorry replacement for his eyes. Move forward. You focus on the blue light, the cool air, the stones.

Every step brings you closer to your house. Every step brings him closer to you. A double-edged sword sitting at your neck, ready to draw blood. Every beat of your heart is an invitation to him. Your breath shudders, a tear at your throat for reasons you don’t understand. He marked you in that bar, the flash of his eyes branding you forever. An impossible thing that is truer than anything you’ve ever felt in your life.

It’s him, and it’s you. Deep inside you know, now that the alcohol has evaporated into the air around you, you want this as much as he needs it. You feel your jugular, pressing against the too thin skin of your neck. It’s calling to him. You’re calling to him. He’s so close. His hand can reach out and touch you. Wipe the tear from your cheek. Your body deceives you, you weep for him. If you could will your feet to still, he would be on you. One half of a step behind your back.

He can have you. You want him to take you. He was dressed in shadows in the pub, but now he’s whispering to you. You need to understand him. Need to let him consume whatever piece of you he wants. He needs. You want to see that dark hair frame the perfect features you’ve not yet had the pleasure to study up close.

The smell of home, your roses, tickle your nose. They greet you, familiar friends at your door step. You’ve been too focused on the thing a your back during your journey. You’re home already. The warm glow of your kitchen light shining through the bay window next to the door that would be your savior. Your safety. Your protection from the thing behind you.

You don’t turn back, you bring the key to the lock and push it into its home. Turn the key, the spindle releases, and the cool air blasts into your face. The air conditioning a luxury you let yourself indulge in during the oppressive heat of late summer. You enter slower than normal, one foot at a time. You wonder, you hope, a hand might stop you. Might pull you from the safety of your home and bring you back into the night. Might turn you to look into those deep pools again. Let you get lost forever. You still hear his voice, indistinct save for one word. Mine.

When your feet are on the carpet of your living room, inside the door that separates home from the outside world, you turn to look upon him. The fear is gone and replaced by the need to see, but instead of eyes you see his back. Leather and denim retreating into the shadow of the large maple in your front yard. He’s leaving you. Alone

Tomorrow, you’ll go back to the pub. Tomorrow, you’ll let your eyes get lost in him. Tomorrow, you’ll let him have what he needs. You are his.

#eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #vampire!eddie munson #eddie munson au #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x fem!reader

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Mark his drinking problems a Mark and Karina story P2

Warning: 18+ drunken failures sex spanking fingering

Mark was asleep same as Karina but while he is sleeping he was thinking about s*x so he try something but what he did was for Karina amazing she was sleeping for a moment while Mark try to find his d*ck to do something everyone was sleeping so they don't even hear or even see it so Karina don't even mind it but Mark found something but he didn't notice that he is In Karina her p*ssy and he started fingering in Karina her p*ssy and she started moaning

Oh yeah it feels so good." Karina said while moaning

And Mark was fingering deeper in Karina her p*ssy that's se moaned loud but nobody heard anything of it Mark was fingering so good in Karina her p*ssy that her p*ssy was getting wet

I'm going to c*m." Karina said again

And all of her wet p*ssy came out of it

Oh yeah that was great oh my god." Karina said again

The next morning Mark had a headache of being drunk yesterday and finding out that he was fingering Karina in her p*ssy last night

What the f*ck have I done oh f*cking lord." Mark said again

As Daniël came in and was in shock

Mark what the f*ck happened here the floor is completely wet what have you done." Daniël said again

I don't know the last thing I remember that I dreamed that I was having s*x with someone else to make Ningning jealous on me that's all." Mark said again

As Mark and Daniël cleaned everything up before the others know what happened Killian came downstairs and saw that Mark and Daniël where cleaning the floor

Guys what the f*ck are you cleaning." Killian said again

Mark I think you can explain what happened I guess." Daniël said again

I don't remember it what happened idiot." Mark said again

As everything was clean Giselle Winter Thomas and Ningning came downstairs to see what's going on

Good morning guys." Thomas said again

YOU I WILL SPEAK WITH YOU FOR A MOMENT." Mark yelled again

Uhm is he still drunk." Thomas said again

No just a headache now." Mark said again

That's because you where drunk yesterday idiot." Daniël said again

I don't drink alcohol you idiot." Mark said again

You drank 15 bottles of beer yesterday because of Ningning." Daniël said again

Oh shut the f*ck up." Mark said again

Guys can you be quiet Karina is still sleeping I don't know what happened to her but I think she had her best night ever yesterday when we were sleeping." Ningning said again

Shut the f*ck up you I didn't tell you to talk." Mark said again

Mark calm down." Thomas said again

And Mark slapped in Thomas his face

YOU STOLE HER FROM ME YOU F*CKING IDIOT NOW YOU MAKE ME THINKING OF A OTHER PERSON." Mark yelled again

STOP IT OKAY IT'S NOT MY FAULT THAT ME AND KARINA BROKE UP YESTERDAY BEFORE I WAS WITH NINGNING TO A ROMANTIC MOVIE NIGHT FOR US 2 THAT AND IN FACT THAT I NEVER LEAVE KARINA BEHIND ME YOU SON OF A B*TCH." Thomas yelled again

Guys please let me sleep." Karina said again

And she opened her eyes and realised that she did something

Uhm why am I half n*ked can someone explain this." Karina said again

While the boys turned around and Karina put her underwear and pants back on she felt weird

Well why you all looking at me." Karina said again

Maybe you should where cleaner clothes." Winter said again

As Karina go to her room and thinks what happened last night while she is undressing herself Mark has a little problem in his pants

Uhm Mark something down in your pants is looking at you." Daniël

What do you mean with AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH oh my god I need to go to my room." Mark said again

Instead of running to his room he runs upstairs

Mark your room is there not upstairs." Killian said again

Karina was still looking at her n*ked body grabbing her t*ts sometimes and still thinking who did something last night but she didn't lock her door of her room and all of the sudden Mark stormed in her room without knocking

Oh my god what's going on and Aaaaaaaaaah oh sorry I didn't notice that you where here and n*ked I'm gonna leave you bye." Mark said again

Wait maybe I can help with that problem from your d*ck in your pants." Karina said again

And she locked her door of her room and put Mark his pants of and his underwear too

Karina what are you planning to do." Mark said again

Just a little thing." Karina said again

And she started to s*cking Mark his d*ck and Mark grabbed Karina her hair and make it go faster

While Karina was s*cking Mark his d*ck she was also fingering herself after she s*cked Mark his d*ck Karina throwing Mark on her bed and put his d*ck in her wet p*ssy and started moaning while having s*x with Mark

Oh yeah do you feel good bby." Karina said again while moaning

Oh f*ck yeah I feel I need more and more and more do it bby do it bby." Mark said again

The end P2

#aespa #ningning #giselle #karina #winter aespa #aespa smut #kpop #kpop smut #aespa karina smut #aespa winter smut #aespa ningning #karina smut #aespa winter

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jiyascepter · 8 days

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˗ˏˋ➳ Taylor Swift in THE TORTURED POETS DEPARTMENT | Lockscreens

do not repost

reblog if you save

open the picture then download for better quality

What's yall's favourite song from the album? 🩶

#t: ts locks #j: locks #taylor swift #the tortured poets department #ttpd #lockscreens

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There's this Goosebumps 2000 book that I read when I was ten years old called Invasion of the Body Squeezers. It's actually a two parter and literally nothing happens in the first book, but Part 2 features a full-scale alien invasion where our main character's family, friends, and teachers are possessed by these aliens that come out of meteorites. Y'know, like baby's first Invasion of the Body Snatchers. I'm pretty sure it was my second ever encounter with mind control after Ghostbusters.

I'm never going to do a full Subliminalbo Scale for Rating Mind Control In Media review of it because it's a children's book about children but look at some of these excerpts and tell me why it's so fucking formative for a future mind control kink writer.

In this scene, protagonist Jack goes to his principal to warn that the science teacher has been possessed by an alien (this is actually a very funny and childish response to an alien invasion tbh, run to the principal). Note that alien hosts develop stutters (hence the random t-ts in dialogue) and have goo bubbling out of their ears.

"You—you talked to Mr. Liss this morning?" I choked out, moving sideways toward the office door. Mrs. Berkman nodded. A strange smile crossed her face. Her pale eyes appeared to roll in her head. She clicked her tongue several times. "Mr. Liss and I had a nice talk before the students started to arrive," she said. "He's such a nice man. T-t." "He—he hugged you!" I accused. I slid another step closer to the door. She nodded again, her blond hair bouncing on top of her head. She stretched out her hands. Long silver nails shot out from her fingers. "It doesn't hurt, Jack," she whispered. "You want to be one of us—don't you?" "No!" I screamed. "No way! I don't! I want to be me!" She kicked a triangle of glass out of her way. "We need your body, Jack. We need a lot of bodies. T-t-t." Green bubbles bobbed from her ears.

Later, Jack locks himself in his house after two of his friends try to convert him. Two more friends, Maddy and Marsha, beg him to let them inside.

"What's wrong?" I asked them. "You both look really frightened." "It's Henry and Derek," Maddy replied, glancing outside the window. "They were acting so strange." Marsha shuddered. "I hope they didn't follow us." "What did they do?" I asked. "They were talking funny," Maddy replied, pushing down her frizzy hair with one hand. "They didn't sound like themselves at all."

While the two girls recount their encounter with their possessed friends, a meteor shower begins to rain glowing rocks down on the streets.

My mouth dropped in amazement as I watched the shower of orange rocks. Like an orange hailstorm—dozens and dozens of them—crashing onto our block. My heart pounding, I turned to Marsha and Maddy. I expected to see expressions of fear and amazement on their faces. I didn't expect to find them smiling! "It's about t-t-t time they got here," Maddy said. "Yeah. What kept them?" Marsha replied. They both turned to me, eyes wide and glowing. "Out friends have t-t- arrived," Marsha said. "Don't try to run, Jack," Maddy added. "You're outnumbered now."

Okay, so, don't go out and read this book. Like I said, it's a children's book for children. Goosebumps quality varied wildly in its original sixty-two volume run and I'm not sure if there was a single good entry in the 2000 series. Most of Invasion of the Body Squeezers is Jack running around shouting "you too?!" when he discovers someone has been possessed. The book is downright awful.

But these excerpts here? These stuck with me. The school authority figure who uses their power to spread their Master, the friend who was one of them the whole time. These ideas have stuck with me for most of my life and it's a high that I'm still chasing.

#hypnokink #mind control #inside hypnoball

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Valentine's Day-Melewt Fluff.

//Hi. I can't really write fluff but this is an attempt. Taglist- @teddymochi @mcchaoticgrimreaper @swimminginyokohamasrivers @dniosamu for the last time, anons and dmers. send a fucking ask to join the taglist. ignore all the colors. I felt colorful today. Tw-none(if there are any you see, let me know) DNI with acc if against LGBTQ+

"Newtie~!" an ecstatic voice called from the doorway of a small apartment. "Let me in please~!" Melanie called out again, not caring if she alerted the entire apartment complex. The sound of multiple key locks and deadbolts being unhinged came through the other side of the door before it was shyly nudged open, revealing a pale person with ginger and navy hair, green eyes and slightly noticeable eye bags, who was visible only through the small sliver between the door and it's frame. "What do you want, Mel?" Newt asked, undertones of annoyance and grogginess audible in her voice. "For you to let me in!" Melanie chirped sarcastically. "No." "Why not!?" "Because no." "But it's Valentine's D-" Melanie was promptly cut of when Newt shut the door. Newt sighed, re-locking the door's deadbolts and key locks before turning away from the door, only to see Melanie standing right in front of her, in her house, not to mention she was standing way too close for comfort. "Wha- How did you...?" Newt began to stutter out before Melanie interrupted her. "As I was saying!" Melanie began, walking over to Newt's kitchen, leaving the ginger behind, still so confused. "It's Valentine's Day and since you're my wife, you're also my Valentine~!" "...what?" Is all Newt could mutter out. She'd completely forgotten Melanie deemed her her wife, much less had she expected Melanie to make her her Valentine. The poor girl was blushing so much, to which she, unsuccessfully, attempted to hide with her sleeves. "You heard me! Now, what do you wanna do today?" Melanie asked, way more excited for the day's events than Newt-or anyone else for that matter-would've ever expected. It's not like she and Newt actually like each other, it's all for sh#ts and giggles. Right...?

"I guess...maybe just...stay in?" Newt muttered, her words slightly muffled by the sleeves over her face. Melanie giggled as she walked up to Newt and pulled her hands away from her face, revealing Newt's flushed cheeks. "You're so cute, Noelle-chan!" Melanie cooed as she held Newt's cheeks in her hands and squished them over and over. "Mel, please stop!" Newt whined as she attempted to pry Melanie's hands off her cheeks, which were beginning to blush harder after being called her real name instead of that weird nickname. "But you're so cute~!" "Get off...!" "So cuteeeeee~!" "Mel, stop!" "Mais, Newt~! Tu es si mignon~~!" Eventually, Newt managed to pry Melanie's hands off her cheeks, now holding Mel's wrists above her head. Both girls were still for a few seconds until Melanie leaned in a placed her lips over Newt's . She quickly pulled back, leaving Newt to process what just happened. While she was a stunned mess, Melanie slipped her wrists out of Newt's grasp easily and darted off down the halls. "MELANIE, GET BACK HERE!" __________________________________________________

After what may as well have been hours of running through the small apartment, Newt finally managed to pin Melanie down onto her bed. "Awww~ You actually caught me", whined Melanie before she kicked at Newt's leg, causing her to fall on top of her. "Now I've caught myself an adorable little Newt~!" Newt just sighed and buried her face into Melanie's chest, letting it be as she drifted off to sleep. "My adorable wife..." Melanie cooed softly before drifting off to sleep herself. "Je t'aime, Noelle. Happy Valentine's Day." //How was it? This is my first time writing fluff. I wrote this in a notebook before typing it. It took me four hours to finish T-T. pls tell me you guys like it. I need validation.

#lesbian #bsd #bsd oc #bsd ocs #lgtbtq #bungo stray dogs #bungo gay dogs #pride

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this-daydream-is-dangerous-13 · 7 months

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Taylor says that she chose “September” for sentimental reasons. She’s always loved the classic tune by Earth, Wind & Fire, and notes that the month of September is especially meaningful to one of her relationships. An added layer of sentiment came from being able to record the song in a Nashville studio, the city Taylor moved at age 14 to pursue country music.

https://www.spin.com/2018/04/taylor-swift-september-28-theory/

Which relationship 🤔

Any links to this post ?https://twitter.com/erodalighthouse/status/1572677399753494528?t=PIJFqUuMr2C-Izp5--HxGw&s=19

Great ask, Anon. I had another ask (was it you?) early in September that touched on this but was saving it for Sept 28th! The 21st of September is as good as any, in light of the LK post, posted last year (as a nod to the Earth, Wind, and Fire original date referenced in the song) and retweeted today:

(thanks to the 7 or 8 of you Anons who sent the link!! Eyes everywhere, I love it!)

I also love the ellipses. They’re often in HS song titles…

So here is the original SPIN article to which you linked, but it only goes back to Taylor’s life in 2015:

Another Anon (thanks Anon!) linked to this article:

Which only considers 2016. To be honest: that was also what I guessed at first too. But then…I remembered some other stuff.

@womanexile covered it earlier today in her Anon reply, but back in 2013, Harry tweeted lyrics from My Old Man, a beloved Joni Mitchell song about her charming English partner Graham Nash. Here’s her post:

The theory is he is calling back to an anniversary date, since the Joni lyrics are a nod to their unmarried partnership. Look at the two of them in their heyday!

Remind you of anyone?

Here’s the 2013 tweet:

1D were touring at the time, so he was tweeting from Australia.

And here are the lyrics:

As womanexile notes, L*rries think Sept 28th is a date of significance for them starting in 2012, but there is another theory.

At the bottom of this post about the timing of the Begin Again MV, I lay out a prospective HS timeline for late September, early October 2012:

Basically:

Sept 28 - H photographed inside a UK airport sending his Mom off on a Kilimanjaro fundraising hike. He is INSIDE the airport (so seemingly travelling too). He then disappears.

Oct 1 - HS is spotted in LOS ANGELES, then home of Blondie. He’s with Ed; he is backstage for Ed’s concert.

Blondie films the Begin Again MV in Paris this day, heading to London for October 4. HS is spotted also in London the morning on October 4th.

So: his presumed arrival date in LA (before vanishing, then resurfacing October 1?): the 28th of September.

Though the official CK breakup doesn’t get announced until later, Blondie sees him for the final time mid-September. So I think Sept. 28th? Is the date TS and HS “locked it down” as described in Cowboy Like Me.

As such - the EWF cover date she sang? Could very well be Haylor and their dating anniversary in 2012.

Thanks for all the asks, besties!

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partners ✰ 10 breaking the silence

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the day was spent talking to jake, getting to know each other and airing out your differences. although there was bickering here and there, it was safe to say that jake and you no longer hated each other's guts. the conversation could go from playful to deep, to serious to really dumb, but it was obvious you and jake had a connection that was masked by the past hatred.

– present time (ps)

"if you could go back in time to when we met, would you change anything?" you ask as you dipped your spoon in the ice cream.

jake purses his lips and thinks, "if i was nice to you from the beginning, i wouldn't know you as well as i do now." he answers, sighing, "i think we would've just been strictly business, but now it really feels like we can be friends."

you nod, "i agree, if i could go back in time i would still continue to treat you like the ass you are."

"i'm not that bad anymore though, right?" he asks, leaning back, holding himself up as he looks up at the sky.

you shake your head and laugh, "you're not that bad anymore, but you're still quite annoying."

"so are you." jake says laughing. "look, isn't the sky pretty tonight?"

you put your bowl down and look up at the stars, "yeah, it is really pretty."

"y/n, i knowi've already apologized, but i'm really sorry for how i acted in the past." jake apologizes once again.

"you're forgiven jake, let's just move past that." you tell him smiling.

jake nods and the two of you lay down on the blanket, stargazing.

– ts

"you're not going back to the dorms today?" jake asks as you sit back into your seat after instructing where to go.

"i have my own place, you know?" you say laughing, "i just choose to stay at the dorms most of the time because it's just easier transportation."

the car ride is quiet, yet comfortable. comfortable silence, as some would describe it.

it didn't take too long for the car to pull up in front of your apartment building. "do you mind taking me up, there's a lot of criminal activity near here." you ask, looking around.

"of course not." jake says getting out of the van with you, "out of everywhere you could've lived, you pick gangseo district?" jake asks as you lead the way inside.

"i'm never really here, and it's cheap." you tell him as you are typing the code into your apartment lock. "i come here to get away, sometimes the dorms can be toxic, with all the girl and boy drama you know?"

jake gives you a hum and continues to talk, "yeah sometimes it can get hectic at our dorms too."

the door unlocks and you step inside, "do you want to come inside, for a cup of tea or something?" you hold the door open but slightly lean on it.

"i don't want to intrude or anything." he tells you with a shy smile.

"you're not intruding, don't worry." you assure him, opening your door a little wider so he can walk in.

"for someone who lives in a dodgy town, your home is the complete opposite." he tells you as he takes in the coziness of your home.

"i try to make it as comfortable as possible since it's my getaway home." you tell him as you flip on some lights. "feel free to sit anywhere." you walk over to your bedroom door and open it, "if you don't mind, i'm going to change to something a little more comfortable." you walk into the bedroom and close the door quickly. you take off your clothes and quickly change into soft pajama pants, as well as putting on a loose t-shirt.

you leave your room and make your way to the kitchen to put the kettle on the stove. you turn the knob on the stove and ignite the fire. you make your way to your small, yet comfy living room and sit on the opposite end of the couch where jake is sitting. you lean forward and grab the remote and turn the tv on, "do you want to watch anything?"

jake shakes his head, "anything is okay."

"i hope it's not weird i invited you inside, this is my getaway place but sometimes i don't want to be alone while i'm here. considering the crime rate around here." you tell him as you launch netflix and put whatever you had in your continue watching.

jake laughs, "i think after what we talked about today, nothing between us should be weird."

you laugh and smile, "you're right."

the whistling of the kettle breaks the silence and you get up to tend to it. you pour the water into the mugs that contain the tea bags and walk back over to jake handing it to him, "do you want sugar or honey, or anything?"

jake shakes his head, "no, this is fine. thank you y/n."

you nod and sit back down into your spot. the two of you went back and forth while watching the tv attentively and also having small side conversations. as the clock ticked, you could feel yourself becoming drowsy. you put your cup down in front of you on the coffee table and lean your head against your palm as your arm is held up by the armrest of your couch. your eyes fight the heaviness but eventually you fall asleep.

"it's pretty late, i should probably go." jake says standing up to see you on the couch asleep comfortably.

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