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shawtuzi · 2 years

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18+ tw/// gun kink

no thoughts head empty just plug!eren fucking your mouth nice n slow with his glock and telling you how pretty you are and how much he adores you. the fact that you trust him so much to do something like this drives him utterly insane. the fact that you’re willing to do anything and everything he asks for just to hear him mutter the words “good girl” makes his heart swell with joy. “how much do you love me?” he whispered his pointer finger toying with the trigger. you knew he wouldn’t do anything. you knew he’d rather die than put your life in harms way, but it surely didn’t stop the not so subtle clenching of your thighs. “tho tho muth” you tried to speak as best as you could with the metal in your mouth but it wasn’t enough for eren. he needed to hear you say it clearly. he removed the gun from your puffy lips and pressed it against your temple ever so softly. “say it again.” you were in a daze your mind hazy from the blunt you smoked not too long ago and the aching need to have his glock between your lips again was becoming unbearable. “i love you so so much” you whispered gently wrapping your hand around his much larger one and brought the gun back to your lips, “better?” the smile eren gave you sent chills up your spine, “good girl that was much better now give daddy a kiss.”

#man idek #i need him astronomically bad #eren <3 #my writing #eren smut #eren yeager smut #eren jaeger smut #aot smut #attack on titan smut #plug!eren

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mxiaogod · 1 year

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— 12. [LURIDO] QUANXI AU X FEM! AFAB READER

Warnings : Mentions of violence, straight up hate fuck, use of strap on (referred to as dick) , fingering, slapping, spanking, smoking, drinking, drugs, NSFW (DNI IF YOU AREN’T 18+)

A/N: I’m back, kind of, but I’m heavily troubled so I will be writing. I hope you lot are still here.

"hi guys im back. my dad got prosecuted last week because of potential embezzlement, but no worries because he's been proven not guilty! we're homeless now tho but i can still write for you guys on my phone, here's a new update! thank you for your patienceI"

— You move with grace, your back straightened and your red bottoms matching the plush red carpet you're walking down, your black dress flowing behind you as you rake your blood-painted nails over your hair. Walking inside this institution felt suffocating, like claws piercing your lungs.

You look at her, your irises expanding, as she sits with her legs apart, a cigarette in one hand and the other swirling the ice in her old fashioned.

"What the fuck, Quanxi?" You inquire, your gaze fixed on her as if she didn't originate from this world. You'd awoken to an envelope, an invitation to Quanxi's club in her side of town, the one she used to dominate, or still did in this case. You were perplexed, your mind nebulous as you tried to process her, the woman you contemn, reviled.

“I thought you died”

“I did.”

She stares back, she looks different, older and more matured. Her body was built and slim, her aura didn’t change, she was still the same Quanxi you despised, the one you had tried to kill many times, in her sleep, during car rides, you tried everything to stop her reign, but you knew, deep down that the only reason this city was balanced was because of the two of you, like yin and yang.

"You look fine," she rasped, her voice raspy from the cigarette she was smoking. "No, you don't understand, you're dead, I saw, I saw how you died," you recalled as plain as day, it was the memory that haunted your mind at night, waking you up gasping with your cheeks wet with tears, you didn't like how it felt, you suffered every night, for 7 years.

"I see you're still the same, aggravating, galling girl, certain things never change, do they darling?" " She mutters, your breath caught in your throat, you didn't like how you felt, what you're feeling, but then again, you never liked how you felt, never truly liked how you felt yourself wanting to be consumed by her, the woman you were supposed to detest growing up, you were adversaries.

But deep down you knew, and you were fully aware, that there was no resisting Quanxi; you tried many times but you, perturbing her, trying to assassinate her, sabotage her business, you tell yourself it was a game of chess you were both playing, that you were closer to checkmate, but it was all to get her attention, you wanted her to snap first because you couldn't accept that you were the weaker one, it was difficult straying away from the nature you were born in, enemies, that what you both are.

You get lost in your surge of thoughts, never noticing that Quanxi was now in front of you, standing in all her glory as if she hadn't been battered to death while you sat and watched behind the screen, with your gut wrenching. “Hey, come back to me.” Her tone is hard and venomous.

You turn to face her, she is a few inches taller than you, and you attempt not to be scared. "I see, honey, are you guilty?" Are you concerned that you went too far with your games? Are you afraid I'll bite you back? " She coos, her tone condescending.

"You know, I didn't peg you as a stupid girl; do you think I'm that stupid?" You think I don't see that the games you're playing are simply a way to grab my attention?" She looks at you, her brown eyes rigid and domineering.

"How wonderful, I'm delighted to hear you haven't lost your touch, although you did lose an eye" you mockingly examine the eye patch. Your silly games made her purse her lips. Play stupid games and win stupid prizes.

Her face morphed with irritation, a beautiful one, the one she always wore for you. "I admit, you're pretty good, too good if you ask me. I fucking hate you so much, you know that? Every time I stare at you, your face, your eyes, my fucking blood boils. Everything you do is despicable to me because I can't do anything about it. I can't touch you, I can't fuck you." She says, her tone below a whisper. “Because that would be defying our nature, no?” She speaks, as she runs a finger down your cheek, you revel in it and try your hardest not to lean into it. “I think of you everytime, when I drive, when I shower, and when I spread my legs at night, I think of you and your wrong sent messages of your body clad in lingerie, the voice messages of you moaning, you can’t keep using wrong send as an excuse darling, it’s getting really old. You plague me and I hate you for it, you’re everything I hate in a person, yet you’re the only person who can make me cum the hardest, and you haven’t even laid a single finger on me” You gasp, a tiny one that didn’t go unnoticed by Quanxi, your lips gaping as she runs her thumb on your bottom lip. “Your name is the one I scream at night, when I reach my quim, does that make you happy, pretty girl?”

Your tongue darts out a tiny bit, tasting the tip of her thumb. You bite your bottom as you give her an ensnaring smile, “The smile on your face tells me you feel the same.” Your smile drops, “Oh no honey, I think you look ravishing when you smile.” She murmurs with mischief. “You do?” You ask.

“Yeah” she said, sickeningly sweet as it morphs into a harsh expression. “it makes me want to slap it off your face.” You head whips to the side, a gasp leaving your lips, but you face her with another smile otherwise. “You irritate me so much it makes me want to bend you over this table.”

She slid her boots on the glass center table, ridding it of drugs and whatever liquor it contained as she grabbed both of your arms and locked them behind your back. You fell to the table with a thud and a tiny moan slipping between your plush lips.

She drags down the zipper of your dress, ripping it off you and leaving you in your lace set and your garter belt. She playfully snaps it on your thighs and you fight back the sound your throat makes. Her lithe but calloused hands wrapped around your throat as she lifted half of your body up off the cold glass table. “Let it out, Il mio amore.” You gasped audibly, chest heaving up and down as the heat in your lower stomach sets a painfully, tantalizing arousal in your body. She traces her finger along the curve of your spine, your back automatically arching beautifully for her. “Così carino, I’ve wanted this for so long.” She mutters for herself.

Quanxi didn’t waste time, finger dragging the pads of your bra down, revealing your chest to her. She pinch and tugs, and you can’t help mumble noises appreciation. She works on your underwear, quickly pulling it down, taking strings of your arousal with it. She bites her lip as your wetness webs against the plush of your inner thighs. “Look at that, all for me?” She asks. “All f’ you” your voice is so little, so submissive.

You hear her zipping her pants down, and a cold, bulbous tip teasingly hit ever so lightly at your clit. You whine and try to inch away from the coldness, but Quanxi holds your hips tightly, fingers bruising against your satin skin. “No running away mama, s’ okay” She cooes, her tone still harsh, motivated by hatred.

“Lascia che ti veda.” Her voice laced with her thick Italian accent, as she flips you over the table, she grabs her belt and loops it around your arms and pinning them above your head. “You want it?” She asks, “Yes I do, I do-”

“Tell me how much.”

“So bad, please, wan’ it so bad.” You cant your hips as you try and slide down on her dick.

She smiles, a genuine one as she slides your hips down, dick entering you easily by how wet you are. Your moans and the squelches of your pussy echoes around the dimly lit room. “Così stretta piccola, posso sentirti” Her hot breath ghosting the shell of your ears as she trusts her hips against yours.

Translation : So tight baby, I can feel you.

You don't understand Italian, but you've always found it sexual when Quanxi said it, her accent was thick and compelling, you've never found a language so enticing, you loved it when it was spoken through Quanxi's sinful lips.

“Una figa così carina, tutta nuda per me.” Her breathing wavers along with the stuttering of her hips. Your pussy sounded so sinful, the dulcet moans and grunts of the both of you filled the room while a muffled sensual music playing on the speakers.

Translation : Such a pretty pussy, all bare for me.

“Fuck Quanxi, so good- so good, ugh!” You mutter through the pleasure, drool runs on the side of your mouth, eyes watered with pleasure as you bite your lips hard enough to draw blood.

She grabs a handful of your hair and it only adds to the mix of pain and pleasure you were feeling, so euphoric, and it feels so Quanxi, like Quanxi. She cursed through your veins, consuming your brain whole.

“M’ cumming! Please!” You beg, your hips thrusting on their own as Quanxi eyes you through your desperation, she was in awe, you were so beautiful, you could make the devil himself repent for his sins. You were so sinful, so filthy, lurido.

"Conosco il mio amore, lo so, come on, cum for me," she says next your head, her words dragging, and you do, your body quivering, your thighs shaking by her hips, and she loved every second of it, enjoyed every second of consuming you. You kneel for her, allowing her to absorb the very heart of you, the untouchable you, knowing that you reigned yet she reigned over you.

Translation : I know, I know my love

She drags the ice from her long-forgotten drink and running it down the expanse of your torso, the ice melting against your body heat, the remains dropping to your very core, intensifying your climax. You scream and stammer as you let the bliss wash over you.

You calm down after a while, Quanxi lying on top of you, basking in your presence. She keeps track of your every breath, matching the closing of her lips, in and out. The air smelled like sex, sin, filthy, so filthy. You heave, every breath for a thought racing through your mind, you feel like drowning, shirt drenched in vomit and tears remembering how you watched, your doing, torturing the both of you, you remember drowning, porcelain tub rimmed with water, fingers pinched at your nose, and there would always be hands grabbing you out, pulling you up like the waves of the waters that tested you.

You breath in sequence, each heave you made for her she returned, in and out. Tears reamed your eyes, you breath in and out, rough hands caressing the skin of your nape, Those rough hands that were your medication, your heart-song and your light, for that is what you deemed as love. the only other born in the same flame as you, together you are able to bathe one other in warmth and light as easily as you breathe, immune and oblivious to darkness.

You breath each other like oxygen, for love ever safe and sound, love so murky that tested dirty waters, love so defiant of nature. “Sono tornato per te, sempre per te, amore."

"My ruin, my downfall."

#quanxi #quanxi x reader #quanxi smut #csm #csm smut #quanxi gay lord #I'd do anything for this woman god #quanxi x fem reader #This is not proof read my eyes are about to close #goodnight yall #this is totally not fueled by love is a bitch by two feet #art by @/slimee33 on twt.#man idek

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bethialyn · 4 months

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Me and my cousin were having an interesting conversation about stories. I told her about the story im writing and how i wanted to be better at writing metaphors. Simple sentences that portrayed deeper meanings. After that, she told me i should try poetry, ive never tried poetry before. I looked at her a bit hesitantly before asking,

"How do i start writing poetry then?"

Where do i begin?

She gently smiled at me.

"Just write about anything."

"Okay but what should i write about..."

"how about this then?" She gave me a thoughtful look. "Write a poetry about that something you love.. hm. ORV right? You keep talking about that novel. Write a poetry about that. "

That happened a few days ago, Honestly.. i don't know where to begin. I love that story, thats for sure. But still, I dont know how to begin my sentence.

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Misfortune dripped down from the boy's lip.

The stinging wound gripped.

Perhaps, the warmth of blood was the only warmth he have ever felt.

The poor boy wept.

"Mom?"

A longing of comforting hands wiping his tears away dwelled.

"Mom."

Those hands were shackled.

"It's not your fault."

Time slowed down. After that event, his memories felt like a blur.

The boy's extended relatives took him under their care.

Kim Dokja had a roof under his head and clothes to wear.

Despite this care, warmth was not there.

The hand handing him food was stiff.

Even if Kim Dokja was young, he understood what their gazes meant.

After all, he cannot allow himself to naive in a harsh environment.

Because, childlike innocence came with a hefty price.

And Kim Dokja, who was born with nothing, could not afford anything.

One day, his name suddenly became known.

Underground killer.

A book his mother wrote, a story about Kim Dokja's tragedy.

Their tragedy as a family.

In a swift, everyone started looking at him with pity.

The feeling their glances brought was nasty.

Murderer's Son.

Stop.

Stop looking at me with that god-awful expression.

I said stop fucking looking at me.

All I am to you is a tragedy, Am I wrong?

It was sickening. Everything was.

Inside and out, he was stained by a collection of unremovable blemishes.

Stained. Soiled. Wounds that do not heal.

Scarring was a privilege. Everything remained as fresh as when it was first induced.

It was itchy on his skin, However, no matter how much he tried. No bandages can remove the suffering it caused.

The blood that trickled down these injuries were plentiful.

Regardless of this red fluid being the embodiment of his helplessness,

It kept him alive.

What happens if he runs out of blood because of his wounds?

What happens when...

A survivor gives up on surviving?

Kim Dokja stood by the window.

He was driven by sorrow.

The swoop of wind was gentle on his skin.

It became tempting to jump in.

The breeze was cold, not warm. But it was still comforting.

Is it okay?

···.

I'll be okay.

I hope so.

I hope I'll be okay.

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Kinda lazy to continue ehe ill come back :33

#orv omniscient reader's view point #kim dokja #orv kim dokja #orv #kdj #orv poetry???#man idek #AHHH

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ryttu3k · 1 year

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Old man Caine, mayor of the small, tight-knit town of Enoch, has been in bad shape since the untimely loss of his three kids. But with the town struggling to prepare for the annual agricultural show, the biggest fundraising event on the calendar, and with a despairing Caine wondering if it would be better to just let the town fade away in the first place, it’s up to his thirteen bickering grandchildren to team up and remind their grandfather about the power of family, and save their town in the process!

Caine and the Lucky Thirteen: a Hallmark story coming to you these holidays!

#man idek #vampire the masquerade #vampire shitposting

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notoriousmasc · 11 months

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oh fuck i just realized tartarus sounds like taurus yeah bitch lets go

#notorious masc moment #ocs #art #hotchie #thats his name #transmasc oc #mlm oc #punk oc #man idek

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sadevergreen · 9 months

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i’m finally reading the fucking homestuck epilogues and IM SO ANGRY ABOUT THEIR EXISTENCE. some parts?

also uh spoilers for homestuck epilogues MEAT? anyways-

i’m ashamed to admit but a bit funny and good! the piece as a whole as i get further into it? FUCKING SUCKS AND IN NO WAY RESEMBLES THE CHARACTERS INTRODUCED????!?!!!?!! i cannot understand why they made jane into a supervillain fascist while mentioning that she is (but definitely was, not is) extremely kind and empathetic. this. does. not. make. sense. fuck dirk i don’t remember him being this big of a tool?? poor jake he’s just a himbo quit hurting him !!! love dave and karkat. they vibe im enjoying them. john is so depressed please get this boy into therapy and on some anti anxiety/ depression meds. WHY DID THEY DO THIS TO JADE?!!?!!! yes she grew up alone on an island, with little to no reference to social interaction, but she’s not stupid. she’s incredibly smart, i think SOME PART OF HER would’ve picked up that her advances were not reciprocated ?? or understood that 85% or whatever of her advances not being outright rejected did not mean feelings were reciprocated. maybe her doggy senses helped her to smell emotion !! IDFK! maybe she could calculate how many of her advances were being reciprocated!!! so i find it unlikely and in poor taste that she has no issues with adapting socially to some things, but is completely oblivious to others. it’s one thing if she was still and kid and oblivious socially? but she’s an extremely social person that is simultaneously incredibly scientifically minded. she would pick up on things. she would notice when things were off. god i’m upset about her characterization. she’s 23, she’s learned a lot! not just how to sleep around, she’s picked up some social stuff! and i’m fine with that part- if that’s the path they think fits her, then who am i to judge! i think it’s actually interesting in set up! but not how they substituted it for awareness. i think jade could’ve been given idk some cool marceline treatment! except werewolf? cool floaty werewolf chick that plays bass! DONT TELL ME SHE WOULDNT BE MAKING INCREDIBLE ADVANCES IN SCIENCE WHILE SIMULTANEOUSLY SLAYING THE STAGE !!!!!

anyways those are mainly my thoughts as of rn; i’m on part 22? i think john being wildly depressed makes sense and has so much weight. i think my boys strugglin. i think jade could be couch surfin and dating around while she tours and studies; no time to keep a fulfilling relationship in between because she’s forced to never be in the same place for too long. i love rose and kanaya, i’m just honestly not sure how to categorize my thoughts on them at this point in the story though. dave and karkat? love you guys you’re making this readable. dirk? choke on a dick. jake? get that dick. jane? stop.

#jeddie talks #homestuck #homestuck epilogues #homestuck epilogues meat #?#jade harley #jake english #john egbert #jane crocker #dave strider #karkat vantas #earth c #dirk strider #my thoughts #man idek #i cant regard these as remotely canon which. ig was design?#but fuck that fr!!!!#they’re my comfort characters and i get to decide what crushing pain is inflicted upon them! i’m going to #i think i’m going to do some designs and ramblings about my proposed earth c dynamics

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haahka · 5 months

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Top 5 places to visit in Finland? ⛰

ok so im really not the right person to answer to this bc i havent travelled this country like, at all. so this is not exactly a travel guide list but hey

the summerhouse. gotta be on an island. youll take the boat there (pick your fav, both motor and row boats work) and then you can bbq and eat potatoes. and go skinny dipping in the lake straight from the sauna. the sun doesnt really set so you wont need a torch to find your way to the outhouse in the middle of the night.

a suburban "shopping centre" from the 70s. it's all outdoors dont get fooled. hosts a hairdressers "marjaana", two turkish barbershops, a local lawyer's or a property managment office, r-kioski (a tiny expensive "convenience store" run by a single worker who is a multi-tasking master and should be paid 3 times their wage), a cheap pizzeria and mid-sized supermarket. if youre lucky, also alko (the state alcohol retailer). the point of visiting is youll be happy to go home after, since these places are, for the lack of a better word, depressing.

the forest. go sit on a moss-covered rock (and pick some blueberries if theyre in season). listen to the birds. make enough noise so that the bears will steer away from you.

the bottle-returning machine at the previously mentioned supermarket. feed the machine a bunch of empty cans and bottles you had to store in your flat until you had a plastic bag full. the machine eats your offering and asks if you want to donate your reward to charity. you dont. cash out and run bc the next person is already in line behind you.

helsinki-vantaa international airport. the gateway away from here.

#man idek #misspoetree #ask #jumalauta #suomipaskaa

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raspberrysmoon · 5 months

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realizing that i talk a lot in the tags of my own posts rather than in yhe actual post

anyway cringe is dead and youre gonna die too why live in fear of being disliked *looking at myself in a mirror*

#tw death mention #i guess?????#man idek #was teying to respond to fins ask and #panicked #anyway #raspy rambles

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playingmyselfafiddle · 5 months

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PLAYINGMYSELFAFIDDLE EXCLUSIVE:

Former soccer/football players Zlatan Ibrahimovic & Maxwell Andrade have been spotted on vacation for their 8th anniversary! Congratulations to the happy couple on their milestone! Wishing them many more like this! 🥳🎉

#me when I lie #Ibraxwell #I don't know where this is😑#man idek

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lilysse · 1 year

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grief

grief is such an acute celebration of loss. how strange, that yesterday i loved you and today you stare at me, blankly? yesterday my heart was fixed in my chest and today you hold it in front of me, bleeding tears and crying blood, my glorious blood and its all for you, you, you, you, you

my nails are too long for me to play the piano so i rake my skin, fields of crimson cornrows yielding nothing but pain.

is grief love? no, it's the residue left when love has packed its bags and blocked my number, its the empty, dustless space on the wall where our framed photograph hung askew. were we holding hands? i dont remember

grief is the imprint left by a memory. its knowing what you would say to everything, hearing your reactions and comments but not feeling your hand in mine. its being in love with a ghost.

it's chapped lips and sleepless nights, bags under my eyes. its being a kid and watching that car drive away in the rain, not knowing why he has to leave and not knowing how to make him stay.

grief is remembering, tracing my fingers down scars and feeling the searing pain anew.

grief is remembering. and all i remember is you.

#this one hurt #poetry #man idek #reblog this i dare u #i need a hug #and probably therapy

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isjasz · 19 days

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[Day 276]

actually really like the sketch from yesterday so colors + more lineless practice‼️

#dddaily4sherin #desert duo #grian #goodtimeswithscar #hermitblr #hermitcraft #hermitcraft season 10 #my art #it looks. a bit off for some reason idek man but i had fun SANDKLAJD JUST NEED MORE PRACTICE ARGH

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autismnation · 10 months

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my internal conflict is like i really, really, REALLY wanna go to a punk concert (if i could see amyl and the sniffers live i would die happy ngl) but i know it’s gonna be overstimulating as hell,,, like i was just in an assembly hall full of like maybe 30 people and i was about to die…but then another part of me is like hmm yes but remember that time your mum dragged you to a concert and you fell asleep at it. maybe it won’t be so bad at all….

#ash shut up challenge #man idek #little ramble bc i wanna go so bad it seems like so much fun #but omfg i would die

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