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bunnyreaper · 7 months

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come crawling

kinktober 7 - stuck in a wall

(18+/mdni stepcest, dubcon/noncon)

Deployments are always long and hard for Johnny--especially without his favourite little step sister to take care of him. You've been ignoring his calls and leaving his texts on read, anytime he tries to reach out to you for relief.

All he has had to rely on is some old pictures and videos he has of him filling you full of sticky cum, or painting your face with ropes as he makes you stick your tongue out and smile for him--back when you weren't such a fucking brat.

The second he arrives back at your parents, he's hoping for a hero's welcome--his pretty little sister in a skimpy outfit giving him a warm smile and tight hug. Instead you're fixated on your phone, giggling and smiling for someone who isn't him, and his blood fucking boils.

His ma and your father at least greet him with the warmth he expects, but you don't even acknowledge his existence.

"She's always texting that boy she's talking to." Your dad explains with a clap to Johnny's shoulder. "Don't take it personally, son."

"Oh aye, boy?" Johnny asks, hoping to draw your attention so he can learn more about whatever fucking unworthy prick has got his hands all over you while Johnny is away. If it is even real, and not just part of one of your bratty schemes.

Clearly Johnny hasn't been firm enough with you lately, or showed you just who you belong to. You're long overdue a fucking lesson. Johnny's palm is already itching to make your pretty little arse red raw, but for now you all have to play happy families, and pretend like the two of you aren't entangled in a filthy, forbidden back and forth.

Throughout dinner, you barely put down your phone, and as soon as your meal is complete, you excuse yourself to your room, explaining that you're oh so tired. Johnny sees right through it, but he bites his tongue, intent on paying you a visit later that night and finally giving you the reminder that you so clearly need.

When he finally makes his way to your room, his knock goes ignored. He shouldn't be surprised, but his jaw ticks anyway. His hand starts to shake as he goes to knock again, before he decides to just wrench the door open and force his way inside. You won't ignore him any longer, he won't allow it.

What he sees shouldn't take him by surprise--you, trying to sneak out of your fucking window, presumably to see that boy you've been texting.

Johnny is over in an instant, startling you as the window slides back down and traps you between it and the sill.

"Help me, Johnny!" You cry out, squirming and trying to free yourself from the awkward, revealing position.

You feel your step-brother approach, feel the warmth of his body as he presses himself against you.

"Oh lass, I'll help yer alright." His hands rove over your waist, following your curves down to the bottom of your teeny tiny skirt, which he flips up in favour of grabbing fist fulls of your arse. "Such a pretty sight. Where d'ya think yer going?"

You try to kick out your legs to wriggle free, but Johnny is stronger, he's a soldier, and you've never been able to fight back. "Let me go, Johnny, you sicko!"

He moves back slightly so his knuckle can brush over your exposed panties, his finger nudging against your rapidly swelling clit. "If I'm a sicko, why are you so wet, bonnie?"

The finger hooks your panties aside, as his other hand comes to stroke through your wetness. "I think yer just as sick as I am."

His touch forces moans out of your throat, ones you can't hold back, before he withdraws. You hear the jingle of his belt and the rustle of his jeans, and before you know it he's plunging his length straight into your needy hole.

"Not going anywhere, not when I'm right here tae take care of you." His hips start to thrust, driving his cock deeper inside you and fucking away any and all resistance you've been building up over the past few weeks.

All this time you were kidding yourself, thinking you could go without Johnny's touch, go without his cock. No one can take care of you like he can.

As he pushes against that spot inside you, you have to clamp a hand around your mouth to stifle the moans, to make sure your parents don't get to find out about yours and Johnny's special relationship.

His hand smacks down on the flesh of your behind, the sound cracking in the cool night air alongside the slick sounds of skin against skin--the two of you giving in to your forbidden addiction.

Johnny stills for a moment.

"I'm gonna grab yer phone, and you're gonna give yer little boyfriend a ring and tell him you won't be coming out to play." He smacks your arse once more when you don't immediately respond. "Understood?"

"Yes, Johnny!" You whine, hole clenching around nothing as he pulls out. He's gone only for a few moments, returning as he pushes open the window and sets the phone against your face as he pushes his cock back inside and captures your reaction.

"Go on, tell him how good yer getting fucked by me."

#john mactavish x reader #john soap mactavish x reader #johnny soap mactavish #soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap mactavish x reader #call of duty x reader #call of duty fanfiction #call of duty fanfic #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #is this just an expanded ver of an old post?? yes what about it smh #but this time its not pretend!!!!

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thornsnvultures · 6 months

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blessing

demon!eddie munson x nun!reader

summary: your personal demon needs to be taught a lesson for interrupting your nightly prayers again.

cw: 18+ nsft, smut, general sacrilege, liberties taken with catholic/religious practices, masturbation (reader), bondage (eddie in chains), degradation, sub!eddie, & squirting (if there's anything I missed lmk) <800 words

"What do you think will happen, demon? Will fucking me bring you salvation? Is that what you're hoping for?"

The demon you've captured writhes under you in your bed. He's already been weakened, his powers subdued by being on hallowed ground. He doesn't have the strength to overpower you, nor the magics to play tricks on your mind.

It didn't mean you were immune to his... other charms. His teasing touches, whispers in your ear, late night meetings in your quarters.

He shouldn't be here, you should be on your knees in prayer. Instead your knees bracket his slim hips, your habit bunched up around your thighs. You were sworn to a life of celibacy, a life long marriage to God and no one else. But you found no wrongs in pleasuring yourself.

"This is what you want, yes?" You lift your habit further, exposing the patch of hair at the junction of your spread thighs. The demon below you groans, tugging at his restraints at the head of your bed. "Do you think you can tempt me so easily, demon? This is a holy place," your fingers dip into your heat, spreading your folds open, drawing back the curtain for him to see your most sacred place. "This is no place for the likes of you. With your foul words, trying to lead me to temptation," you scoff.

You lean back on one hand, the other making quick circles around your clit. Your head falls back and you let yourself feel it, feel the powerful blessing of pleasure ratcheting up between your thighs. The demon under your thrashed and begged, pleaded for a touch, a taste.

"You're a tease, a whore," he spits venom but his eyes tell a different story, so full of awe, wonder... hunger.

"When I touch myself I honor him. He made me in his image, in his glory. I was made to cherish my body, to carry myself to ecstasy until I saw his light, his face," your words came in gasping, shuddering breaths. You could feel yourself inching closer to the edge. His election below you as well, the way it nudged and searched and longed to enter you, to plow its way past your holy gates, to fill you with its sulfurous seed. He could yearn for your blessing all he wanted, but a doomed soul would not be allowed entry, no matter how he pleaded.

"Your cunt is too pretty to not be filled, o' holy one," the demon smirked even as he gasped, watching your fingers get sloppier, sticky in your juices.

"Then I shall fill it," you slide two fingers in and instantly your pleasure ratchets higher. "And I shall coax out his blessing until you are awash with it."

The demon's curly head lifts, like he's trying to get a closer look at the way your hole flutters around your fingers. Your groans turn to shouts of leg shaking pleasure and you can see it, golden sparks at the edge of your vision. You reach your peak then, pulling your fingers free from your spasming clutch and with them releasing a torrent of your holy waters.

The demon shouts, his deep red skin sizzling as your fingers continue to work at your nub, splashing his chest with the spray of your ecstasy, the essence of your God. His blessing pouring through you and scarring the beast below you.

He roars, bucking under you and you can feel his release splash against your back, a sizzling heat that shoots all the way up to the back of your head coverings.

"Such a bad boy, making a mess," you slip your habit up over your head, dropping it on the floor to be washed later. The demon takes in your naked form, his fingers curling, claws digging into his palms until they bleed.

"It's time to send you back, Edward," you caress his cheek, his protruding horns, down to the mess you left on his chest. He's already healing, his eternal form bouncing back so he can live another eternity in hell.

"Let me stay, let me have you," he begs, rattling his chains.

You press a kiss to his forehead, your bare breasts hanging achingly close to his hungry mouth. But you pull away before he can latch on and taste your flesh for himself.

"You have to go back, Edward. I can't fuck your spirit whole."

The demon growls and before you can anger him further you close your eyes and will him away. His rattling chains fall silent and you know he's gone.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #demon!eddie x nun!reader #demon!eddie munson #eddie munson smut #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson one shot #tw religion #tw religious themes #my fics

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gourdkeeper · 10 months

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If you are still doing requests, may I ask for Jamie to save the reader from some thugs that were jumping them, and we award him with some fun NSFW

Oh absolutely!

Wrote this one as being complete strangers for the sake of changing stuff up a bit from the next request.

Word count: 2119

Warnings: 18+, violence, blood and bruises (reader got hurt), AFAB reader, robbery, borderline sexual assault, jamie saves the day and you catch feelings, you catch something else too iykwim, public setting, blowjob

You felt so stupid.

Why did you feel the urge to grab food from the shady alley of Chinatown at night all by yourself.

You knew your craving wasn't worth sating.

You also knew you shouldn't be going out this late in just shorts and a small top that leaves nothing to imagination.

You knew you'd get pestered and harrassed.

And that you did.

"C'mon princess? Fight a little will ya?" A masked thug is pressing a knife up to your cheek while others of his stupid gang are holding your arms down.

You spit directly at his face and try your best to kick him off of you.

"Ohhhh she's got it in her!" "Look'a that!" "Aw shit boss you should teach her a lesson!"

Stupid douchebags. You'd be kicking their heads into each other's buttholes if they weren't outnumbering you massively.

You struggle to no avail and the fucker you just spat at approaches you once more and you, stubborn, kick again aiming for the crotch. Jackpot.

"OH YOU MOTHERFUCKER- YOU'RE PAYING-"

He's clutching his own balls, fallen to his knees some of his gang members inevitably laughing at him and getting shushed by others, too scared to piss the boss off.

Another guy pats you down, if you didn't know any better you'd think they're not even trying to rob you anymore.

"Aha there it is!~" the handsy guy smacks your ass as he pulls a wallet out of your pocket.

"Count it!" The boss barks, "Let's see if this bitch's worth anything, she's already paying anyway..."

"20...30..40.......72500 zeny?!" The guy sounds incredulous, "Someone's been working real hard eh?"

Truth is you've been working part time at the scrap heap and trying your best to save up money to help a friend out of trouble. Guess that's no use now...

The bigger gruffy shithead they call boss has regained composure since and approached you once again, "So darling, if you want us leaving you alone...you better come here weekly and bring us this much every time or else... We're tracking you down and taking whatever else we want. Simple no?" He drags his fingers over your face and you instinctively bite his hand as hard as possible, drawing blood and making the guy yelp out in pain and reactively punching you square in the nose making your head whip back.

You almost didn't hear it.

But you were certain you heard some other good for nothing thug scream at the same time you've nearly bit the guy's finger off.

A few seconds pass as you still try to free yourself. And there it is again.

There was definitely a clear "thud" sound and a scream.

The gangsters take notice as well. They look around themselves but see nothing. Panicked.

Until a swipe of yellow comes crashing down from the rooftop splatting one of the guys on the floor along with it.

You felt silly at feeling hopeful that help was coming, it's almost embarrassing, having to be saved like a damsel in distress.

You've heard of him before.

The peacekeeper of Chinatown.

He straightens himself up graciously and taking a swig of a gourd kept at his hip, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand before extending his arm just in time to smack another thug away.

"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU WAITING FOR?! GET HIM!"

The boss barks while backing away, knowing this would be trouble for his sorry ass.

The yellow clothed guy makes easy work of a group of three thugs, kicking one up in the air before rolling on the floor and sweeping him up, you can't tell if he's fighting or dancing. He gets back up on his feet in one swift impulse and stops the other in his track before slapping the ever living shit out of him and in the middle of turning on his heel his stupidly long braid wacks right on the remaining lackey's face taking him down swiftly as well.

The two guys holding onto your arms finally let go and run off leaving both you and your wallet on the ground. You've let yourself fall to your knees in the middle of the alley.

"And where do you think *you* are going?" The long haired man points and the leader running off with his tail between his legs.

He takes another swig before slamming his fist on a small balcony above him, making a ladder descend right before the coward attempting to flee, forcing him to stop abruptly and losing balance and trapping him.

"I'm talking to you shithead! You think you can just go around threatening people in *my* turf?"

He closes the gap between him and the man, still holding onto the knife he earlier had up against your face.

"Get the fuck away from me y-you drunk weirdo, what the fuck do you want?!" His voice shaky, brandishing his knife without sense before the cocky peacekeeper knocks it off his hand with one swift kick and cartwheeling, closing the gap and twisting the man's elbow until a "crack" is heard. Ouch.

"No you, get the fuck away-" he barely finishes, tossing the man off onto the ground and kicking "loser." He spits before taking one more sip and watching the man run off.

"Woah" you think to yourself.

You see the guy that just saved you and your hard work turn around, putting the gourd back at his hip and pacing towards you.

"T-thank you-!" You exclaim at him, unsure how to even be grateful of such a thing.

"And you might be?"

He reaches his hand out to you, allowing you to get back up on your feet.

You mutter your name out and thank him once more.

Face to face he's even prettier.

His cheekbones pronounced, his chin and nose sharp, lips thin but smooth and his eyes watching you intently...is that makeup? God, that's... Kind of hot. You try not to stare regardless, that'd be rude.

He helps your straighten your clothes before crouching to grab your wallet and handing it back to you, "Better not forget what's important right?"

You chuckle "Right... Right, almost forgot... Thank you for helping me out, I thought I was done for uh.." you motion ad stare at him.

"Jamie. Name's Jamie Siu." He has such a confident and charismatic aura to him even when just stating his name.

"Jamie... Well, thank you Jamie..." You feel yourself blush and you feel stupid for it, taking your hand to your face to hide it but flinching in pain as you realize your nose's been broken and it hurts at the slightest touch and... Crap you're bleeding.

Taking better notice, you've gotten quite a few bruises.

"Yeah you uhhh, got a bit beat up it seems huh? How about I help you out?"

"Nonono! I mean, no need really you did enough, I should uh get going, I shouldn't really be out anyway and I uh-"

You're interrupted by him laughing, "Really I insist, let me take care of you." He takes a small tissue to your face and wipes some blood off.

"Gotta say, you still held your own pretty well, most people would submit immediately and not even try to fight back... I like that."

He looks intrigued, interested in you even.

You know he can see you blush being so close and cleaning your face. You don't know what to say.

"Cat got your tongue?~" he jests.

"I... I liked seeing you fight!" What the hell is that for an answer? This is so damn awkward you want to run and hide.

"Oh? Of course you did, I could even show you some other moves..." He says the last part hushed.

"What... what other moves?" You ask with bated breath. Why are you swooning over a stranger. You shouldn't even be here.

He smiles. Not answering. But the look on his face says it all.

You clear your throat.

"I. Uhm."

His eyebrow raises at you as you painstakingly utter every word.

"Maybe. I. Maybe I could pay you back somehow. And uh. You could...maybe show me those other, moves?" You feel like you want to die, what are you even saying?

"I would quite like that..." His face is closer. Dangerously closer.

"I would like that a lot." His hand tangling in your hair. It's dark. The alley is empty as every thug has ran off. No merchant to be seen anymore either.

You breathe heavily as you feel him breathe down your neck, his voice barely a whisper.

"How would you pay me back, huh?" He teases.

Your eyes trace the outline of his body, barely illuminated from behind and you get bolder.

"You could have your way with me..."

"Here? Outside? Just like that? Someone's daring..." His hands trailing over your body. You're both full of want.

The adrenaline has gotten to you and you take his wrist and guide his hand to your breast catching him by surprise.

"Holy shit-" he gasps out and licks his lips before trading looks with you.

You moan softly as he moves his digits and squeezes.

Jamie pounces at you and starts mouthing at you, kissing you, ravishing you with his tongue.

Holy crap holy crap holy crap holy- your mind is racing.

He pulls back from the kiss. Your blood now smeared on his face. Oh god. That's so hot.

Something primal in you awakens and your hands rush to his pants.

"Woah there-!" He feigns surprise, "If you don't watch out you might just need to be saved again..."

"Maybe I don't want to be saved this time..." You look up at him flushed, eagerly untying the rope keeping his pants up.

"S'that so?" He grabs you by your hair albeit gently, making you look at him again, "Princess is feeling a little daring?" Mocking the gangsters from early on and teasing you all the same.

"Maybe so..." You finish freeing him of his yellow sweatpants and drag them lower, followed by his underwear.

His member slings out. Wet already, glistening slightly in the night. You look at him once as if checking if he's still down for this and going back to business. Your lips enveloping the head, tongue flat under his frenulum licking up as you pull before going deeper back down.

His eyes are fixated on you, lips parted, exhaling, breath keeping up with the pace of your motions. Hand still in your hair he pulls you towards his hips as he rocks them forth.

You gag slightly but adjust fast. His cock slipping down your throat. You squeeze your hands, he's big but nothing you can't take. You're a big girl. You can't help but moan around his cock.

He lowers his hips before thrusting them forth again. And again. And again. Increasing the pace, holding you down. "That's right princess... You're so good at taking me..!" He lets a long moan out. "You su-sure know how to pay someone ba~ck..." He takes a swig of his drink, letting himself get drowsier. "God. That's right. Go deeper."

He gets more brash, never rough enough to hurt you but definitely more agitated, definitely closer to the edge. Pulling you in tighter in his grip like a deadly snake. His cock rammed down your mouth, leaving you no give to pull back. Pubes brushing against your lips and nose. Going balls deep. Growing franctic.

His moans are getting out of control, he needs his free hand to squeeze over his mouth as his body twitches and squirms. Words and babbling muffled by his hand, he's panting inbetween slurs of words. Something about this being his turf and you having to serve him. It's not a bad idea.

It doesn't matter, you're entraced by him. By his sex. His flavor.

You look up.

His jacket is no longer on properly. Fully opened, his pecs as red as his cheeks. Heaving up and down with each breath.

The sight alone with him in your mouth could make you come.

You take the plunge and take him fully in, as well as you can, tongue reaching for his balls. Cheeks hollow, fully taking him as he thrusts inside of you.

"I- c..I can't-"

He truly cannot, his words unfinished, unlike him.

He spurts deep into your throat. You pull back enough just to feel his come on your tongue. You want to taste him forever.

His cock still twitching. His body limp, fallen backwards and out of breath.

You swallow him down and try your best to regain your breath as well.

You notice that your nose bled onto his lower half as well. First he saves you and as pay you get him dirty. God.

You need to clean him up and apologize.

#jamie siu #street fighter 6 #jamie siu x reader #jamie street fighter #afab reader #gourdkeeper #requests

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chinchillamajor · 6 months

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Hey, all. It's the Actually Older Simon cosplayer, here in the # simon petrikov mpreg tag again, with a question, this time.

See, I've been really enjoying my time seeing all the comics and drawings folks have been making, especially the ones with their own continuity. Absolutely gorgeous stuff.

And yet, I'd be lying if I claimed that browsing this part of the F&C fandom hasn't been. Bittersweet. In a way that's been really hard to describe.

But I'm wondering if anyone might be willing to draw a commission I have in mind.

Details under the cut, but heed the content warning before the jump: tw for pregnancy complications and miscarriage talk.

Let's have a little storytime, first.

I'll start off by admitting, I didn't even know I could do that.

My body is, and always has been, a wonderland of medical maladies. And as a trans man from the 2000s until people settled on the word "nonbinary" for folks like me, I'd been taking regular birth control shots that disappeared my period for decades now. I have a very scattered memory, but I always made and kept my shot appointments on time.

Until that one time I didn't.

It was an offhand comment from a friend that got me thinking. "I've been craving frosted animal cookies like whoa lately," I'd said, and she replied, "Maybe you're pregnant."

We both paused. Then cackled to each other for a moment, at the very thought.

And then I remembered how nauseated I'd been getting out of nowhere, lately.

I *did* remember to get my Depo shot last time, didn't I? I must've.

Nope, said the two bars on the test stick, later that night. You didn't.

My head was spinning. I gagged and coughed around the idea; it was too big for me to swallow. I was over 40, for crying out loud. How could it be that I'd get pregnant for the first time, NOW?

I waited to see my doctor. Waited a *while.* Because I honestly didn't know what to do. Previous versions of me would've been mortified, and hustled off to get an abortion immediately.

And yet. And *yet.*

The more I thought of this unlikely kiddo, the more I started wanting to fight for it. If it wanted to be a human THAT BADLY as to hole up in *my* body... shouldn't I give it a little credit?

I told basically nobody, the whole time.

And then, one day, there I was, sitting in my doctor's office, and she was telling me my body was already starting to lose it.

Well. If the kiddo changed their mind about wanting to stay, I thought, I'm not going to hold that against them.

I remember laughing. Covering my face with my hands, and breathing in. Like I'd just been shown the camera filming some wretched prank happening.

I'd just nicknamed it the day before, I told her. My little dandelion. And now...

I won't go into the process itself, in the days that followed. Some things, words just can't describe very well. (I will say, the auto-generated targeted ads that started showing me baby supplies, a few months later? THAT. Was just RUDE.)

Time passed, as it does. I hit my head, that January. Got brain damage. Slowly got better. Slowly.

When it was over, I shoved the whole experience aside. Went to my mortician classes. Never brought it up, because that would mean I'd have to think about it.

Everything's fine, I'd say, if folks said I seemed a bit off. Like Simon said at the bar. Same old, same old.

Just last month, I found a new favorite show. All my friends were talking about how one of the characters happened to look eerily like me.

I'd never seen Adventure Time in my life, before Fionna & Cake, but it made me so happy to cosplay older Simon. I was trying to learn a lot of the same lessons he was, after all.

And then, I started seeing my fictional doppelganger in some fanart where he was heavily pregnant.

My mouth hung open for a while, stunned by the hit of pure joy juice that'd just erupted in my brain.

*Simon* got to know what that felt like.

I hit Follow on the tag, and never looked back.

And after taking the time to sit and feel The Hard Feelings, I'm honestly feeling more okay with everything now. Even if it's mostly because I know there's a version of this fictional character I resemble who got to experience what I didn't. The ups, the downs. Everything in between.

I finally opened up to my therapist about it all, this week. She'd known about the miscarriage, but was glad I was ready to talk about it, almost a year later.

I'm so many flavors of grateful to get to see it. Even from a distance.

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So. That's my take on Simon mpreg.

And I have a commission I'd like to place, at some point.

A very pregnant Simon, getting a visit from a Simon from another dimension, where his kiddo changed their mind.

This other Simon’s not glad it happened, but he's not sad, either. He just wants to give the expecting Simon a big hug, wish him the best of luck, and to tell him to treasure every moment he has with his kiddo.

That he should always know, somewhere, someone's rooting for him. For both of them.

And then the non-pregnant Simon’s back in the Time Cube, thanking Prismo for granting his wish.

You gonna be okay? Prismo asks.

Yeah, Simon says, looking up at the stars and smiling. I think we're both gonna be all right.

If there are any in-fandom artists who feel up to this? Feel free to message me about it. I'll be asking about your rates.

And if you read all that, just... thanks. For listening. I really do appreciate it.

#cw mpreg #cw pregnancy complications #cw miscarriage #simon petrikov mpreg

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sheffieldsteelpan · 3 months

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Number 14

A very late introductory piece and I'm so thrilled to put something nice and positive out there.

I give to you,

Pan

I've always tried to draw in love like some emotional transceiver

I've literally had friends describe me as a human golden retriever

One fateful night however, everything changed

The mindset I had before, suddenly estranged

A thought previously hidden becoming eventual

My boy, welcome to life as a raging pansexual

Your life shouldn't change too much, it's more like joining a faction

One where gender doesn't play a role in spurring your attraction

It's time to learn to live your life just now with extra pride

It's time to be the real you that's always been inside

I embarked on a tour of every one I know

Witness the real me and see how much I'll grow

Some really loved it , some reacted with shock

One friend seemed rather confused and wouldn't let me touch his wok

All in all it's been a blast and now I know it's something I can't stop

Being out and proud and confident has absolutely become my bop

So the lesson there my friends is that it is never too late

Young or old, accept yourself and become your own best mate

#poetry #love #queer #the great awakening

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shvault · 6 months

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To the one who broke my soul. | A

08 November 2023, 10:01 PM, "Galikay lang ko maattach ka hehe sowe"

Hearing that phrase shattered my heart. Say Don't Go was just released a few days ago and boy, the lyrics tells my situation right now. I'm eating lunch in the office writing this to let it out of my thoughts. Yesterday, my phone popout a late notif from you saying goodnight. I cried. It hurts just by seeing that knowing I shouldn't reciprocate even if I want to. You clearly draw the line that I SHOULD NOT BE ATTACHED TO YOU. So why did you lead me on?

We met during the darkest time of my life. Lost someone close to me and you were there. As if you were my shining armor. You made me laugh and smile when i'm about to break down 'cause of relapse. You don't know that you lightened something inside of me. I was on the verge of giving up life but you came. I was questioning my worth but you gave me confidence by those compliments. Now, I think you just loved bombed me. You were the sweetest and caring person when you're bored.

We already met 3 times but I think it will stop there. The first time we met, you wore a cap, black tshirt, shorts and slipons. First look and I know you are the one I was talking to even though you catfish yourself on the app we met. I was surprise that it's true that you are tall. I was shook of how good-looking you are. That explains why you are so confident that I wouldn't run away when we met in person. It's true. I was already smitten. I got so nervous that night when you locked the door. Didn't expect anything really. But we were asking questions and slowly I know your real name. My friends were right. I was also shocked that I already know you by stalking your social media. I even joked about to my friends if the person i'm talking to (D) won't reveal himself, i'd date you. Cause why not? And tadaa! Surprise it was really you. I don't understand why you're hiding until now. Are you waiting for someone?

I was ready to risk something again even if it's slowburned. I entertained you whilst being scared to fall in love again. But fuck, your words of affirmation really got me. I fall into your trap and you do nothing about it. I am aware, you said from the beginning that your intention is just to introduce yourself and nothing more. I'm the crazy and delusional one who thinks that time could change your decision but no, I did not learn my lesson, you are firm with your intentions. I'm sorry but I felt more sorry for myself for putting you on pedestal.

All those nonchalant acts, not walking by my side in public places, no more morning greetings, no longer calling me our endearment, etc. "you kept me like a secret but I kept you like an oath." You just answered that night. You can't commit to me. You want me to be detach. I'm doing it right now. I can't care for you anymore even if I wanted you. I'd choose you in this universe but you can't. Waiting for you to tell me to stay but I know you won't. I hope that move is worth losing me, no, giving you peace from my burden love for you. Joke, I know you did nothing wrong, you don't owe me anything really. Accepting the fact that you will be a friend.

I don't know who will be next, but I wish the universe would be kind to me. If allowed to love again, I hope we are both genuine and with pure intentions. I will give my feelings to the person who will also choose me. I learned my lessons.

Thank you for everything. I'm flipping the next chapter. 🤍

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hi petal🌸 vn army anon~ ah sounds good, hope u both enjoyed it! to which city did u go? yes, I bought the set bc it's my 1st comeback so I wanted to have it all (I'm a thirsty broke fangirl:D) ah yes, he did a duet with taeyeon! I'm still in process of listening to more of her songs. what are ur fave songs by her? ohh u shouldn't have asked now I'm gonna make a list of kpop song recs for u hehe. I'll send u a separated ask for my mellow/chill kpop songs recs (since it's fall, the season of–

–rainfalls&calmness) I hope you’ll enjoy LOTBS! oh cool u dance?:O and ikr artists shud get all the love in this world! wish I could do art but I can’t so I appreciate&respect all artists! and omg yes that’d be great, I’d love to see ur artworks! I bet they’re amazing! art is wonderful in general✨ I suck at drawing ppl too, actually I suck at art overall:)) the thing is I don’t have any inspiration lately;-; oh for tae, yoongi& hyungline nets I’m in yoongi-net, daeguline&hyungline network but–

–not sure now if they have applications open, I haven’t checked. but hopefully we’ll be in the same net one day^^ yees, guess having an older sis is pros too hehe. aah I hope I’ll be able to make some but I’m so out of inspiration&ideas😩 and when I see other content makers works I’m like daaamn how do u do that omg ur hella talented?? mad skills there omg! I used to stay up late watching kdramas so I get u;)) well, I’m a night owl as well&tend to go to sleep late. not sure why I went to sleep–

–so late last night tho, I was doing unnecessary irrelevant stuff like spending hours staring on my phone screen again lol. tbh I was afraid I didn’t send u the asks in chronological order or I might’ve left out one since I was so sleepy at that time haha. thankfully it was sent correctly:)) and no I don’t have any pets sadly. I want a dog too in future! I have a strong love for polar bears or white baby tigers but unfortunately I can’t afford those😅 I love sushi! I can’t have enough of it~–

–also I mostly order ice tea at starbucks since I’m not very fond of coffee. only coffee I drink from time to time is cappuccino; latte isn’t for me. I love astrology&everything stars/moon/space related, that’s my frickin aesthetic✨ and I don’t play the piano bc I couldn’t (my parents wouldn’t let me when I was younger, it was a bit complicated in my family). but my lil sis plays the keyboard (the situations are different now, she gets a lot since things change a lot nowadays). so I also admire–

–great pianists, I love listening to instrumentals, piano especially. there’s this youtuber who plays kpop piano covers and it’s rly relaxing & calming–smyang piano is the user–so if u ever want a stress relief/music for sleep/studying just play the 1h piano covers playlist by them~ thank u, petal, as usual I mostly reply u at night before sleep&today isn’t an exception so good night, petal, I’ll send u the song recs tomorrow🌸💖✨

hi, raindrop!! i’m so sorry for the really late reply; i’ve just been super busy with college starting up again and going out. we went to san francisco! omg i hope you were able to get all your albums safely already!! aksjdflaksjf all of taeyeon’s songs are my favorite but time lapse, cover up, time spent walking through memories (studio cover of nell’s song), up & down, gemini, 11:11, and of course, all of her osts 💖💖omg yes, please do! i’d love to hear all of your song recs. i wasn’t able to watch the kdrama yet, but i will soon! and i used to when i was little! but then i switched over to sports haha

yes! i hope artists become more appreciated and people wouldn’t look down upon their choice of profession. i’m actually taking two art classes this semester, so when i finish a project, i’ll post it on here! :D oooh, okay, thank you! i’ll look up those networks and check if their apps are open! ahhhh, i hope you get inspiration as well!! i’m lacking in inspiration, too, and i can’t seem to bring myself to work on my wips or any new ideas.

but same! when i see all these content makers, i just go all starry eyed and heart eyes because everyone is so talented. ahaha i stay up late just staring at my phone, too, so i completely get it. and yes, you sent them all in the right order, no need to worry!! :D omg polar bears and baby tigers are so adorable alkdhaksljhdf and yes!! i love sushi so much, too, and i just had it for lunch today!!! and me too! i only get unsweetened iced tea from starbucks and occasionally, if i’m really sleep deprived, i get iced black coffee or maybe a caramel macchiato if i feel like having something sweet.

astrology and celestial things are so pretty- do you like looking at the constellations and learning all their stories? ah, i see. i would’ve gladly given you all my piano lessons if you wanted them because i really hate playing it. it’s nice to listen to, but i abhor being the one playing it aha. and yes omg i love that pianist youtuber!!! i listen to their songs all the time when i’m studying. and good night, raindrop!! i’m sorry if my reply is kinda confusing and really short or something because i’m a little out of it right now 😅 but i miss talking to you!! i hope you had a good week 💕

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