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#it's giving almost nothing that i need music to give i'm sorry
danisbrainrot · 14 hours
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shauna shipman x reader
just fluff <3 oh and a little spice at the end, because shauna deserves it 😋
shauna's arms felt warm wrapping around your waist, as your head leans against her neck. you both sway slightly to the music in the background. you giggle as she snuggles into your back, pressing soft kisses against your neck—experimenting with the occasional nibble. "you look delicious tonight," shauna's warm breath tickles your neck, as you giggle, bending over to escape.
"get a room, you two," taissa scoffs, rolling her eyes teasingly and bringing the red solo cup to her lips with a smirk. you pok your tongue out at her in response, eliciting shauna's warm laughter.
van smiles, wrapping their arms around taissa, "yeah, you guys need to stop being so affectionate in public," they teased, landing a sloppy kiss to the side of tai's face. the brunette blushed deeply, turning to face her partner and wrap her arms around them, "or maybe we should get a room?" taissa nodded in return.
as the two of them left, you and shauna exchange a glance. "I could use some fresh air," she whispers, pulling away from you and heading outside. your hand remained firmly grasped in hers, as she led you through the crowd and out onto lottie's front porch. "that's better."
you hum in agreement, leaning against the railing and looking out into the night sky. "it's beautiful tonight, you can actually see the stars," you say in awe. turning around, you smile brightly as shauna approaches; she rests her waist against yours, threading her arms through yours and leaning into kiss you slowly.
"nothing can compare to you," she mumbles against your lips.
you snort, before bursting into laughter. "no, I'm sorry, that was so corny," you giggle, pressing an apologetic kiss on-top of her nose. her cheeks flushed before she joined you. "reading soapy romances again?"
"if they wrote about lesbians, trust me, I'd be the first in line," she replies, playing with the belt loop of your jeans. her gaze drops, as she focuses on how well they shaped your thighs. "these are cute. you know what would make them cuter?"
"if they were on the floor?" you finish for her, offering her a tantalising smirk. "wowza, shipman. bringing out all the pickup lines tonight?" you tease, tucking her hair behind her ear.
shauna sighs, "they're not working, are they?" you shake your head, bursting into laughter. she groans, leaning her forehead against your chest, as you take her head in your arms—placing a kiss on top of her crown.
"stop listening to jackie, she sucks at pickup lines," you reply, running your fingers through her hair. shauna chuckles into your chest, making your stomach flutter and your thighs rub together uncomfortably. she pulls back, eying you suspiciously.
shauna's eyes droop down, smirking mischievously, "it's okay, baby, I'll help you with that once we get home," she mutters, tracing a finger across your thigh.
grabbing her jacket, "I think I'm ready to go home now," you whisper, smashing your lips against hers. she chuckles into the kiss, feeling up your ass and giving it a little squeeze—you moan against her lips, pressing your tits against hers. shauna's kisses grows more heated, as she begins devouring your lips and her fingers begin travelling elsewhere.
you pull away teasingly, trying to appear seductive but failing miserably because of how turned on you were. "now. now. let's go," you beg. shauna laughs as you yank her through the crowd and almost run back to the car, eager to get home as quickly as possible.
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allbuthuman · 4 months
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it might be an unpopular opinion but jazz music's lack of consistent melody and (what i percive as?) rhythm pattern makes most songs unidentifiable to me and unable to really satisfy any part of my brain
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inkskinned · 4 months
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yesterday while feverish i wrote about how boats can moor next to each other like pigeons, cooing with the gentle rap of water against their hull. you once said that that the way i see things - birds in the water, feathers in marina paint - was "childish and naive." you said i'd been misdiagnosed - "it can't all be adhd. you might be just kind of stupid and lazy."
i still do certain things like how you taught me - turn the pillow case inside out before putting it on. drive defensively. hate myself entirely.
the prompt for this poem is "mahler's fifth." i wish it wasn't, but mahler's fifth was our song. it ended up in my book. every person that knows your name has promised me they'll give you one swift rabbit punch, right to the face. dean read the book and showed up on my front porch, drenched in sweat from running the 8 miles at 4 in the morning. he was shaking. pacifist and gentle - he works with children - i'd never seen him furious. a punch isn't going to do it, he said, and then said i'm sorry. i had to come to see if you were okay.
mahler's fifth was mine first, like my girlhood. i like the way each movement piles onto the next movement, each instrument bleeding into the next. i like the horn version the best. before i met you, i danced to it on grass still-wet from sprinklers.
later you would tell me that the way you heard it was somehow better. you understood something in it that i couldn't quite wrap my fingers into. once, on our anniversary, you asked the classical music radio station to play it for us. we missed hearing it because we were fighting. one of the things people get wrong about abuse is that sometimes victims are, like, brutally aware of the stupidity of our situation. what do you mean that you thought i wasn't good enough for you? you? you're just... nothing.
sometimes people can pull the poetry out of your life. i watched my words become clothesline, and then thin out into kite twine. i watched you chew through every good syllable of me. so many good songs and places and moments were ruined. i am glad you didn't like most of my music - less to tie back to you.
but still mahler's fifth. the music swells, and i am 21 and throwing up in a bathroom on my birthday. a woman i will later refer to as lesbian jesus runs a cool hand down my back, her perfect pantsuit starch-pressed. she told me to leave you. she said - and this is true, and not an invention of rhyme or fantasy - i'm you from the future.
i am 22, and i got home from an award ceremony, and i remember you telling me - you act so proud of yourself when you're actually so fucking embarrassing. i took you to disney world. you took my virginity. i gave up visiting spain for a week with my family - i instead choose you, to spend the time just-cuddling. you called it "our fuck week." the music swells. it probably should have been a red flag that for about 3 years - i just gave up on crying. my grandfather died and you said nothing. my uncle died and you ghosted me for 3 weeks. you said i need to protect myself from your ongoing tragedy.
every so often i come back to the memory of one of our last afternoons in person. i had just told you that i wasn't going to law school, despite the free ride - i was going to join a creative writing program. master's in fine arts. i was going to finally do it - i was going to follow my dreams. this blog was already internet-famous. however reluctantly, i would occasionally refer to myself as a poet. i got into umass amherst's writing program for fiction authors. it is one of the the top 5 programs in the country.
wait are you seriously considering actually attending that? dumbfounded, you turned completely towards me in your seat. for the 3rd time in our relationship, you almost crashed the car. you actually want to be a writer?
the first time i went viral, it was for a poem i wrote about you:
he wants to say i love you but keeps it to goodnight because love will take some falling and she's afraid of heights.
every time i see that, i want to throw up. you weren't in love with me, you were in love with the control you had over me. a little truth though: i am afraid of heights. you caught a rabbitgirl and skinned her alive.
mahler's fifth still makes me sick.
give me that back. give me back music. give me back everything i had before you. give me back fearlessness. give me back bravery. give me back a scarless body.
give me back what you took from me.
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sluts4matt · 2 months
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Hey could you write something about you being the new neighbor bc you’re doing au pair and Chris comes to talk to you and it leads you going to his house one day and you guys fuck? Thanks
HELLO NEIGHBOR
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pairing: rough!dom chris x latina!reader
summary: meeting a cute boy with brown hair and blue eyes when you moved to LA wasn't a part of your bingo card. you had absolutely no regrets though, especially when your new friendship takes a turn.
warnings: SMUT, oral (male and female receiving), teasing, pet names (use of ma and princess), dry humping, fingering, dumbification, choking, and degrading, praising if you squint, p in v (wrap it up ladies and gents), overstimulation, dacryphilia
word count: 3172
authors note: i strayed off the path a little bit, but i tried to keep the main point
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music blared from your earbuds as you went to the moving truck to redeem more of your items from it. you almost didn't notice the attractive male that walked up behind you.
the boy tapped you shoulder, startling you. you turned around and was meant with a sheepish smile as you pulled an ear bud from your ear. "hello?" you smiled in confusion.
"sorry for scaring you," he laughed. you couldn't help the immediate swarm of butterflies in your stomach.
"it's okay," you smile, "can i help you?"
"i was just wondering if i could help you with your things." he said, his hand reaching up to scratch the back of his head.
"oh," you squeak, a nervous smile grazing your lips. "um, yeah, sure," you said as you turned back to the truck. the boy followed.
"i'm chris, by the way," he smiled, looking down at the ground as he walked. "oh, i'm y/n," you say, earning a hum in return. "that's a pretty name," he spoke up, grabbing the box you were about to grab.
"thanks," you blushed, turning away quickly.
the rest of the process went smoothly, small talk was made as well as a couple of jokes here and there. once you were done, chris gives you his number, swearing the two of you have to become friends.
"text me some time," he smiled, walking away and leaving you a flustered mess.
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only a month had passed but yours and chris' friendship seemed to be blossoming quickly. currently, you were heading downstairs. chris had stated he needed to talk to you and that it was urgent.
so here you were, rushing over to his house in nothing but some pajama shorts and an oversized hoodie. you rang the doorbell and was greeted by one of his brothers, "where's chris?" you ask.
"his room," the boy states, "thanks nick," you smile, going down to chris' room. "chris?" you question, knocking on the door. "took you long enough," he sighed, swinging the door open.
you were pulled into the room by your sweater, the door shutting behind you. "what's so urgent?" you ask, crossing your arms. "oh," chris nervously laughs, scratching the nape of his neck.
"chris," you say, "i was bored," he stated sheepishly, a pink hue spreading across his face. you stared at him for a moment your eyes narrowing. "i... was just getting ready to go to bed," you said slowly, a blush creeping up on your face.
"and now you can sleep here," he shrugged, not realizing his words until your cheeks grew pinker. the tips of your ears turned pink as you cleared your throat, hoping to clear some of the not so innocent thoughts that clouded your mind at the current time.
"um," you squeaked, clearing your throat. "uh," you tried again. chris stared at you, waiting for you to say something. "sorry, what?" you said, blinking. you were ashamed that the only thing you could see when you looked at him was his hands around your throat.
"do you wanna play a game?" chris asks, changing the topic. you gulp, nodding. "cool," he grins, walking over to his play station turning it on. he sat on the edge of his bed, patting the seat next to him.
"what are we playing?" you ask, sitting down next to him. "fifa, maybe? or just some mortal combat," he suggests. "mortal combat, maybe?" it was game you were familiar with, so therefore you hoped it would distract you.
you had no idea how wrong you were. "i'm gonna kick you ass," you giggle as he clicks the game, "yeah, okay, ma," he stated, sending a shiver down your spine. "i'm a fucking master at this game," he laughed, not noticing your change of posture.
"prove it," you challenged, your voice low. he smirked, looking at you. he noticed the shift in your behavior and it only boosted his ego. "i'm gonna beat your ass at this game, princess," he smirked.
you shivered.
"are you cold?" he asked, a cocky smirk on his face as he tilted his head. you were absolutely fucked. "n-no," you stutter, clearing your throat.
he clicked a few more buttons, handing you a controller. "ready, princess?" he asked. your breathing quickened. you nodded, gripping the controller in your hands.
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you couldn't even remember when you had died, let alone how many times you had died. all you knew was chris had a hand wrapped around your throat at the very moment, pressing your body into his mattress as he hovered over you.
"you think i wouldn't notice, huh?" he cooed, his thumb caressing your throat. "what were you thinking 'bout in that pretty head of yours hmm?" he asked, tilting his head to the side.
"n-nothing," you mumbled, his hand squeezing the sides of your neck. "nothing? then why were you so distracted, ma?" he asked, his eyes scanning your body.
"was thinking about-" you cut yourself off. you couldn't admit that to him, could you?
"about what, ma?" he pushed, his knee sliding between your thighs. a whimper left your lips as you bucked your hips against his leg, desperate for any sort of relief. he caught on, pushing his knee up into you clothed cunt, the thin fabric you have covering it not doing much for you.
"chris," you moan, your hands reaching to grip the hem of his hoodie.
"c'mon, ma, use those pretty words," he smiled innocently, grinding his knee into your cunt. "y-your hands," you breathed, tears welling up in your eyes from the heat building in your stomach. "that's what's got you so riled up?" he asks, running his hand down from the base of your neck to your right boob.
he cupped the mound, squeezing. a soft whimper left your lips, "fuck chris," you squeak, in warning. he pulls his knee back, your hips following him as a needy whine leaves your mouth.
"so pathetic, about to cum on my knee," he tsked, his hand trailing up to your chin, his pointer finger and thumb grabbing ahold of your chin and forcing you to look at him. "chris," you whine, a huff leaving your lips.
"don't get all bitchy," he scoffed, squeezing your jaw. "don't wanna see that bratty behavior." he added, a small smile tugging at his lips. you were a mess underneath him and he took pride in that, knowing he was the reason for your current state.
"c'mon ma, use those big girl words and tell me what you want," he said, his grip on your jaw loosening as his hand ran down to the bottom of your hoodie. his fingers dipped in the waistband of your shorts, smirking at how loose they were.
"please touch me," you begged, your fingers tugging at his hoodie. a chuckle left his mouth as he dipped his fingers past the hem of your shorts and into your underwear. a small sigh left his lips when he felt the wet spot that had formed in your panties.
"so fucking wet," he said, pulling his hand out and bringing his hand to his lips, licking the pad of his middle finger. you whined at the lack of contact, your eyes fluttering shut.
"keep 'em open, sweetheart," he smirked, pushing the fabric to the side. you felt the bed dip before a small gasp left your mouth when his mouth latched onto your clit, sucking harshly.
"oh god," you moan, arching your back off the bed. your hand went to grip the sheets, your knuckles turning white as he ate you out like a starving man.
"fuck," he groaned, the vibrations making your head spin. he slipped his index finger into your cunt, pumping the digit slowly. he curled his finger, a moan falling from his lips as he watched your mouth fall open.
"feels so good," you moan, bucking your hips. chris used his free hand to push your hips into the bed, holding you still as he sped up his actions. a second finger was added and chris started to move his fingers quicker. the wet noises of your cunt could be heard, adding onto the dirty sounds of chris eating you out.
"gonna cum," you breathe, the heat in the pit of your stomach growing. a third finger was added, causing you to arch your back. "don't stop," you begged, a high-pitched whine leaving your mouth.
a muffled 'never' could be heard from him. "fuck, so good," you praised, feeling your climax grow closer. chris pulled back, a string of spit and slick connecting his mouth and your cunt. "gonna be a good girl and cum for me?" he asks, his fingers hitting a spongy spot.
"fuck," you squeal, "fuck, mhm," you babbled, clenching around his fingers. your legs shook, "right there," you cry, his tongue lapping at your clit as he fingered you. "such a good little slut," he praised, watching as your orgasm crashed into you.
you squirted on his face, a gasp leaving your lips. chris lapped up the juices, his fingers pumping slower, allowing you to come down from your high. "so beautiful," he cooed, placing a soft kiss on your clit, causing you to twitch.
"wanna suck you off," you whine, a desperate plea leaving your lips. chris nodded, getting up and kneeling beside the bed. you sat up, scooting forward.
you pulled his sweats and briefs down, his hard cock springing out. pre-cum was already leaking out of the tip, the vein on the underside of his cock bulging. "so pretty," you praised, running your finger along the vein, collecting the pre-cum.
he let out a small his, tangling his hand in your hair. "pretty little cockwhore," he cooed, pulling on your hair. a moan left your mouth, "so eager for my cock, aren't ya?" he asks, rubbing the head of his cock along your lips.
"so pretty," he smiled, pushing his dick into your mouth. a whine left your mouth as he slid his cock further into your mouth. a small groan left his lips as he reached the back of your throat, a small gag leaving your mouth.
"you were made for my cock," he groaned, thrusting his hips forward, his cock hitting the back of your throat. a few tears sprung from the corners of your eyes, but nothing other than pleasure could be seen on your face.
"gonna make me cum down that pretty throat, huh?" you hummed, looking up a him through your lashes. "so good with that pretty mouth," he praised, making a makeshift ponytail. your scalp burned as he his grip tightened.
your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you hollowed your cheeks, swirling your tongue around the tip of his cock. a moan left his mouth, the noise sounding absolutely wrecked. "fuck," he breathed, his chest heaving.
you looked absolutely filthy; mascara and eyeliner littered tears running down your cheeks, drool dripping down the sides of your mouth, eyes half lidded, and chris' cock shoved down your throat. he loved it.
he could feel the heat in his stomach grow, his orgasm nearing. a muffled whine left your mouth as he pushed your head down, "such a pretty cum slut," he moaned, the vibrations around his cock making him groan.
he came down your throat, the warm substance filling your mouth. his grip loosened and he pulled out of your mouth. his cum dripped from the sides of your mouth, mixing with the drool.
you swallowed the milky substance, sitting up on your knees.
chris looked down at you, a smile tugging on his lips, "such a good little slut," he praises, using the pads of his thumbs to wipe away the remnants of his cum from the corners of your mouth.
he sat down on the bed pressing his lips to yours, as he pulled you to his lap. he broke the kiss to slide your hoodie up your body, reconnecting his lips to yours.
his hands rested on the skin of your ass that the fabric of your shorts didn't cover, kneading the flesh with his hands. a moan left your mouth when chris moved his lips down to your neck, leaving purple and red marks.
"chris," you breathed, grinding your hips into his. "wanna wreck you," he breathed, his grip tightening. "please," you begged, a desperate plead. he stood, dropping you onto his bed. "ass up," he instructed, smacking your thigh.
you got onto your hands and knees, chris stripping his hoodie and shirt. he got onto his knees behind you, pulling your shorts down. a groan left his mouth as he pulled them down, your juices sticking to the fabric. "such a pretty pussy," he moaned, his thumb tracing over your cunt.
a shaky moan left your lips, a needy whine following, "chris, please," you pleaded. chris chuckled, his hand rubbing your ass. a yelp left your mouth when his hand met the flesh of your ass.
a moan slipped past your lips, the burn from the slap going straight to your cunt. "such a needy slut," he cooed.
"you look so pretty with my handprint on that pretty ass of yours," he praised, grabbing the globes of your ass and massaging them. a choked moan left your mouth as he lined his tip up with your cunt.
chris grabbed his shaft, tapping the head of his dick on your clit. he watched the way you clenched around nothing, his eyes rolling back. "so wet," he whispered, slowly pushing his cock into your cunt. a moan left his mouth as he sunk into you, bottoming out.
"fuck," you whine, burying your head into his pillow. "fuck," chris mimicked, his hand moving your hair to the side. "such a pretty little cockslut," he smirked, slowly pulling his hips back. you chased his hips, pushing your ass back.
"fuck yourself," he ordered, one of his hands going to the headboard while the other goes to your back. you nodded, starting to rock your hips. soft moans left your mouth, as you bounced your ass back.
you sped up, the coil in the pit of your stomach growing tight. you cried out when you hit your g-spot, the noise making chris snap. he pulled out, flipping you over and putting your legs over his shoulders.
he lined his cock up and thrusted back in. a scream left your mouth, his pace immediately brutal. "so good for me," he praised, his hand wrapping around your throat. his other hand rested on the bed beside you, helping him balance as his pace didn't slow.
"fuck," you choked, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. "so pretty," he breathed, his grip on your neck tightening. the coil in your stomach snapped, the air in your lungs being knocked out as you squirted.
"such a good girl," chris praised, not stopping his thrusts. a loud whine left your lips as you reached down to his wrist, pulling his hand away from your throat. he got the memo, intertwining his fingers with yours as he pinned them above your head. he leaned down to kiss you, your legs pushing further against your body, causing him to hit deeper.
"oh, god," you moaned, breaking the kiss. "right there," you choked, tears rolling down your face. chris smirked, hitting the spot again. "right there, ma?" he teased, earning a weak nod from you.
chris loved the sight below him. your eyes rolled back, lips slightly parted, hair a mess. a few tears running down your cheeks. "such a pretty little slut," he groaned, "mmm," you moaned out pathetically in response, earning a smirk from chris.
"what was that ma?" he asked, slamming into your cunt, making a wet sound. "cumming," you squealed, your body going limp. there wasn't a thought in your brain other than the way chris felt inside of you currently.
"cumming?" he asked, his smirk turning cocky. "such a slut, cumming on my cock, what twice? and i haven't even came once," he tsked. a pathetic whine left your lips. he let go of one of your hands and his free one went down to rub circles on your clit.
"gonna cum on my cock again?" he asked, his voice low. you nodded, not trusting your words. you couldn't even form a coherent sentence if you wanted to. the only thing on your mind was his cock.
"so cute," he cooed, "all dumb for my cock," he smirked, his hips starting to stutter. his words sent you over the edge, your legs shaking as you came again. a loud whine left your mouth. "such a dumb slut hmm," he asked, a groan leaving his lips.
"mhm," you hummed, tears rolling down your face. "so pretty," he praised, his hand moving from your wrist to swipe away some tears. your hands found his back, nails digging in harshly earning a hiss from him.
"oh, god," he groaned, the coil in his stomach growing tighter. "gonna cum in this pretty pussy," he moaned, "fill you up so well." his words earned another pathetic whine from you. "please," you begged, the word leaving your mouth like a prayer.
"yeah?" he asked, his hips beginning to lose rhythm, "want me to cum inside my dumb little slut?" you nodded, a sob leaving your lips. "please," you said again.
"so fuckin' dumb," he groaned, his grip on your thigh tightening. he slammed his lips onto yours, biting your bottom lip as his hips lost their rhythm completely, his cock twitching inside of you as he came. a moan left his mouth as you clenched around him.
he pulled back, his eyes meeting yours, "such a dumb little slut," he chuckled. a smile tugged at his lips as his chest heaved, his body collapsing onto yours. a small gasp left your lips, his cock still buried inside of you.
"such a pretty little cumslut," he cooed, placing a kiss on your cheek. "so dumb," you giggled, making him laugh. "let me clean us up, yeah?" he asked, earning a hum.
he pulled out of you, causing a hiss to leave your mouth. he grabbed a towel from the floor, wiping his dick off before coming back and wiping up your thighs. "so good for me, baby," he smiled, throwing the towel somewhere else in his room.
"can i cuddle you?" you asked, earning a laugh. "i just railed you," he laughed, "you don't have to ask, ma," he chuckled, grabbing a blanket and throwing it over the both of you. he laid next to you, pulling you closer.
"i'm sorry i was mean," he said, you tilted your head, confused, mean, when? "during," he clarified, "oh," you smiled, shaking your head. "i liked it," you laughed.
"good," he stated, pressing a kiss to your forehead, "go to sleep," he added. a yawn escaped your lips, snuggling closer.
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rockrosethistle · 4 months
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I'm thinking about the implications again.
The numbers that the hive mind performs aren't random. Both the lyrics and the choreography will often boil down to to one purpose: to cause pain. (Pokey is ruthless.)
Sometimes it's physical, and that's easy to spot. The cops spend half of their song just kicking and pushing people to the ground. Join Us And Die literally ends with Ted getting beat up.
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And when the choreography doesn't allow for it, the lyrics are specifically trying to elicit an emotional response. The hive uses Alice to torment Bill. He's watching someone he loves die in front of him. It does the same for Charlotte.
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Okay, the hive gets a kick out watching people suffer. That's not new information. But the implications...
Look at Inevitable. It's a pretty significant shift from the rest of the numbers. Whereas those seem tailored for pain and fear, Inevitable seems to be comforting? Just look.
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Paul walks out, and the first thing he does is hug Emma. Which doesn't seem significant at first, but think: Did Bill get that same courtesy?
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Alice's first line is meant to taunt Bill. Paul's is almost consolatory; " Emma / I'm sorry / you lost." I won't dissect this completely, the theory is that this first line is genuine. Paul is actually sorry that their plan failed.
And when you take a look at the choreography, it becomes clear that it's a lot kinder than the other songs.
We see Paul waltzing with Emma and kissing her hands. And even though he's not letting her get away, he's not trying to hurt her. He's not even trying to intimidate her. He's shown more than once bending down--getting on her level, like you would to a child--as opposed to towering over her.
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The lyrics aren't messing with her either. Whereas Sam is manipulative and Alice is spiteful, Paul's lyrics are reassuring.
"I'm still the man you trust," is a lot different than "Don't you twust me?" when you get right down to it. It carries with it a connotation of 'I'm okay, and you will be too.'
"What if I told you I made it?" actively contradicts the 'I killed your loved one' narrative that Alice used with Bill.
It's not like Emma is buying any of it. She's still terrified. Paul doesn't need to hurt her or taunt her in order to scare her, just singing was enough. But it's clear that he's not trying to.
The hive mind gets a kick out of watching people suffer. Emma is the leading lady. You'd think that she's the one who should have the most brutal song. But she just doesn't. It seems like her song is trying to be the kindest.
We know it's implied that once they get infected, people are still conscious inside their musical doppelgängers (source: the line "your own body is your front row seat" as well as Sam breaking through its control long enough to say "Charlotte" before falling back under).
I think Paul was conscious during Inevitable. I think he knew that they weren't escaping this. I think he knew he was eventually going to kill Emma, and there was nothing he could do about it. But I think he didn't want her to suffer.
Instead, I think he resolved to give her as kind a death as he could. He would lie. He'd tell her he was happy and that she was safe. He'd be as gentle as the hive mind allowed. She was running out of time, so he'd love her with every second they had left.
(but that's just a theory...a musical theory... and cut)
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sunarc · 4 months
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OK SORRY FOR THAT MANY REQUESTS MY MIND IS JUST WANDERING
how would nanami react if you suddenly you will start looking at yourself in the mirror from the side and touching your stomach, He doesn't understand what's going on, and when he asks you, you avoid the issue by saying it's nothing. One day he comes home from work and hears you talking on the phone with a friend of yours saying "I would look so beautiful pregnant" "I would love to have a child, but I don't know how to tell him."
HAKWHQKDHWKHE I LET YOU IMAGINE THE REST
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Panties soaked because of big breeder balls nanami
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Nanami dreams about a family. He imagines himself as an amazing dad, constantly catering to his babies, you included. When he first sees you gazing in the mirror he worries it may be a self esteem issue so of course he showers you in love and attention, telling you how beautiful you are, how he's desperately in love with you and can't see a life without you. This honestly makes you want a family with him even more because how can a man be so perfect. When he finally hears you on the phone talking about how beautiful you would look pregnant his heart flutters. He 100% agrees. Nanami is a man who always wants the love of his life to be happy so he's more than willing to make those dreams come true. The moment your free from your call Nanami is closing in behind you with his hands wrapping around your waist pulling you flush against his chest. His lips are pressing sweet soft kisses down your neck while he hums blissfully breathing in your scent.
"I think you'd look beautiful carrying my babies" he whispers the words as he presses a wet kiss to your jaw.
You almost cant believe the words that leave his mouth. You feel embarrassed yet happy with his reply.
Nanami's cold fingers run lazily across your skin causing you to shiver. His hand slips past your waist band so quickly you don't even have time to react. His fingers press into your core rubbing slow, teasing circle around the bundle of nerves. Your head is lulling back as your overcome with the pleasures of his touch.
"We can start now if you want" his voice is a low rasp.
How can you possibly say no to your loving husband asking to put his babies inside of you.
Like the speed of light Nanami has you in a mating press plunging himself so deep inside of you you're practically losing your mind. The only thought in his mind is how pretty your going to look with your round belly carrying his child.
"If it's a boy what do you want to name him?" his question goes unanswered
Your mouth hangs open with a line of drool dripping ever so slightly. You feel so full with how deep his is. Your fingers are digging into the sheets in an attempt to compose yourself. A string of loud moans fall past your lips. Nanami's praises fill your ears and you can't help the blissful smile that seeps onto your face.
"My beautiful wife" he groans "Gonna stuff you so full"
His pace is relentless. He's slamming his hips into you mercilessly. The squelching sounds of your hole would usually leave you embarrassed but you can only seem to focus on the hungry look filling Nanami's eyes. He has a mission. His eyes are filled with love mixed with lust as he stares down at the way your hole is sucking him, taking everything that he gives you.
"Fuck I'm close my love" he moans
His moans are like music to your ears. Your whimpers fill the room as you beg for his cum. Your pleas are all Nanami needs before he's stuffing your full grinding into you. Nanami pulls out watching his cum spill from your hole. Your trembling still trying to gather yourself. His fingers push inside of you, stuffing his cum back inside.
"You're being wasteful my love" he groans as he rubs his red tip over your cum covered warmth "Let me help you keep it all in"
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waratah-vroom · 11 months
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Rumour Has It (ln4)
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Mallorca
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sunnylands-world · 9 months
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the most hardcore smut you can make
i'm a sucker for your smut i'm sorry-
Mine
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Pairing: draco malfoy x FEM reader
Summary: you wanted to be a brat so you'll just have to be put in your place for it…
Word count: 976
Warning: p in v, possessive draco, jealous draco, bratty reader, spitting, choking
Universe: Hogwarts
A/n: I hope you and everyone liked this. It's been a long time coming and I'm sorry about that. Hopefully this was worth the wait my loves…
You read the warnings if you continue to read. I'm not to be held responsible.
Comments, reblogs, and inboxes are appreciated and motivational
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Draco wasn't the type of guy to dance. He never really learned and he couldn't say he cared for it. you tugged at his sleeve pouting and begging him to dance just once but he wasn't one to change his mind so he told you no again. You huffed standing to your feet turning to him as you said
"Fine, if you won't dance I'll find another guy who will happily let me grind against him" and with that you walked away.
Who did you think you were?
Clearly you forgot who you belonged to but Draco didn't grab you then he let you play out your little act knowing you'd regret it later.
His eyebrows were knitted and the look in his eyes meant warning but you didn't care grinding your ass against the guy as he enjoyed himself looking like a kid in a candy store as he held your waist smiling far too happy to be touching something that wasn't his.
You smirked, adding extra sway to your hips as you looked at him and he stared back before nodding and walking off. He could tell you looked surprised as he headed towards his room.
When the party music got low he knew it was just a matter of time before you showed up and as if you heard his thoughts you knocked the door timidly.
He gave nothing away as he opened it and he saw the look of fear in your eyes which only fueled the need to punish you and as the door closed your back hit it making you gasp.
"Draco what are you-"
"Don't play dumb little girl, you know what you did" he says, cutting you off as his hands cup your face, puckering your lips into a pout as his thumb brushes over the bottom one.
"You're gonna swallow like a good girl" he says before spitting into your mouth and you know better than to test him swallowing and he gives your cheek a firm pat.
"Too bad you were so bad I was going to make this fun but I guess I will do that next time, hmm?"
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The sound of your moaning, coupled with Draco’s brutal thrust, fuel his own desire, making it nearly impossible to resist your pleas for more as he slams his cock into your needy pussy. You're tears streaming down your cheeks as you cry for him to slow down, that you can't take anymore.
Your heart pounds in your chest as you feel him reaching places that make you see stars, your pussy weeping, coating his length in your juices.
His face rests in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothings with his heavy breaths, ignoring your overstimulation. Your hands explore his back, nails caressing the muscles as they flex with the motion of his body, sending shivers through him to where he almost caves with the feeling of your touch.
With a mix of possession and lust, he comes from your neck eyes pouring into yours, giving you that sweet feeling deep in your belly once again. As his hardened length hits the spongy spot deep inside you. He can't help but groan in pleasure as you tighten around him, your walls throbbing weakly.
"Fuck," he growls, his voice laced with need. "I love feeling you wrapped around me, losing myself inside you while you look like you can’t take it." He moans
“But I know you can cause you were made to take this cock” he finishes, his eyes filled with possession wrapping his hand around your throat slowing your air supply and you wonder if you're well as you moan at the pressure.
He knows you can take it, you fucking love it and he may seem far gone but he pays attention to the look in your eyes and shake of your body telling him you like this.
"You're fucking mine" he mutters and you nod telling him your his.
With a sense of urgency, his pace quickens if that’s even possible, the heat of your core radiating against his throbbing length causes him to twitch inside your pussy as you whine.
“That’s right, tell me how good it feels pretty girl” he says, taking note of the high pitch sounds leaving you. you look so pretty with your face twisted in pleasure and it makes him more feral with his pace because he just needs to be buried inside that pretty pussy of yours.
His hair is ruined, a strand hanging over his forehead glistening with sweat.
He brings his hand down between you, fingers finding your clit easily in between your messy folds as he rubs tight, frantic, circles, smirking when you scream louder arching your back.
A guttural moan escapes his lips as he feels your walls clench around him, welcoming him into your depths. He can't help but revel in the sensations that consume him. The feeling of your body against his, the sound of yours and his mingling breaths, it all adds to the intensity of your connection.
With each thrust, he seeks to bring you more pleasure, to make you moan and writhe beneath him.
Draco grips the sheet beside your head, ensuring that every stroke is one of bliss and ecstasy for you.
In this moment, there are only you two, lost in a world of raw passion, desire, and possession. As your bodies move together, Draco can't help but feel grateful for the privilege of sharing this intimate connection with you, knowing that he gets to fuck you like this, gets to see you fall over the edge, and fill you to the brim, marking your throbbing walls with his cum.
You're his and you're gonna feel it as he makes you scream his name like the good girl you are.
His good girl…
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lokideservesahug · 1 month
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Always that good?
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Warnings: Swearing some French but I didn't use translate so it's probably all wrong. One mention of 'the deed' but it's brief. Brief mentions of drinking/being tipsy. I'm sorry if you have a pizza/garlic bread allergy😔
Notes: Its white fast paced and I'm not as happy with this peice as I have been wit others but here we go... 1/4 SMAU 3/4 writing so sorry if that's not your thing. Also I don't think I wrote this with anything gender specific but pls tell me if it isn't gender neutral!
Summary: You've been best friends with Arthur for over a year now... so why does his brother look so good?
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For a man who supposedly strictly sticks to his diet, Charles was all to eager to get his hands on the greasy concoctions you brought with you. He also didn't seem to dislike spending the evening as just the two of you. Neither did you but part of that was because the garlic bread was to die for.
As the night progressed, the Monagasque brought some beers from the Arthur's fridge. Despite you chastising him for stealing from his brother, Charles said that his brother wouldn't care and the beers could always be replaced. So, the two of you began to drink some beer along with your dinner. At some point along the way, the television was turned on but you weren't paying attention to it at all. All you could focus on was Charles. The way his eyelashes fluttered to a close as he took another sip; the way his addams apple bobbed slightly at the same time.
If you could get away with it, you would would stare into his eyes forever. They were captivating. The same man you were admiring then begins to break the silence by starting up conversation.
"This is very nice pizza. Where is it from?" "The pizza parlour just down the road, they've only just stared allowing people to take meals to go though." You see him nod in understanding at your words.
Before you can find yourself staring at him any longer and risking making it wierd, you turn your attention towards the television. As the programme changes, you find yourself gasping. You can almost feel the man next to you giving you a curious look but as the title to your favourite television show comes on screen, he laughs in understanding.
This pulls your attention back to him and you ask "What?" He doesn't even miss a beat before he replies "Nothing. You're just endearing" he finishes the remark with a smile. You can feel your cheeks heat as you respond "Sorry. It's my favourite show" this pulls a laugh out of him. "No need to apologise chérie and like I said, it's sweet."
This causes you to look down. You turn and face the television but continue to speak to the man next to you. You occasionally turn to him whilst speaking. "It's been a very long time since I've seen this. Arthur pays for different channels to me and with everything these days, the rights shows are always swapping between people and channels."
You didn't catch Charles' smile drop but you did notice his slightly deflated sounding tone "I'm surprised you dont live with him then." This causes you to pause. I mean yeah Arthur's your best friend but that doesn't mean you should live together- especially not with your difference in music tastes. You'd probably strangle him for listening to the same, boring, simple songs for hours on end before you could even finish the first week of living together.
"Hm? Why would I do that" Your enquiry causes his brows to furrow and he asks "Oh. Are you not at that stage in your relationship yet." Relationship? What does he-? Oh no...Oh no... Oh no.
You simultaneously visibly deflate and start laughing after his words sink in. Charles, who clearly finds it nowhere near as funny asks "What. Why are you laughing?"
"You- you" Unable to finish your sentence without it ending in a fit of cackles, you laughing some more, take some deep breaths and clarify the source of your amusement. "Charles, Arthur and I aren't dating. You know that right?" His lips form an 'O' and he looks down almost embarrassed as he shakes his head.
"But I've heard you saying that you ahd a thing for a Lecle-" He stops and grins as you both come to the realisation of what he's saying. Now it's your turn to look down in embarrassment and his to start laughing.
"Shut up." Your words clearly hold no weight and when you find him looking at you, eyes gleaming. You find yourself falling for him even more.
"So Chérie...you have a thing for Leclercs?" His eyebrows wiggle and when you both split into bursts of laughter, you could tell have dreamed of a better way to spend your evening.
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winterrrnight · 7 months
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I'll be there for you
PAIRING: zach maclaren x gn!reader
SUMMARY: on your way to be broken up with (unknowing to you), you bump into a blue eyed boy who becomes your saviour after the break up.
WARNINGS: break up, heartbreak
EDITH SPEAKS: zach maclaren is what I have always imagined soft!rafe to be like. You don't know how big of a win it is for me (and for all the people who are obsessed w soft!rafe). zach is a sweetie and i NEED to write fics for him, so here you go!! it's my first fic for him as per the poll 🫶🏻🫶🏻
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You speed up your jogging, and try to simultaneously avoid all sorts of puddles. It's been raining heavily and you almost had an accident with your car as you accidentally drove into a huge pothole. It's at the repair shop, and you're stuck with walking as your medium of transportation.
Your partner asked you to meet up with them at a local coffee shop, and it's been almost 20 minutes since the time you were actually supposed to be there. You forgot to charge your phone so you're just carrying a dead device with you, and you have no way of informing them about you being late.
As you're jogging (which has now become sprinting, accompanied with your heavy breathes) you find yourself getting mesmerised by a new shop as you pass it. You watch through the window of the shop whilst running, and the decore inside intrigues you deeply as you make a mental note to visit the shop on your way back.
Just as you direct your attention to the road, you find yourself almost running into a huge puddle of water. Your reflexes act up as you suddenly swerve to the left, and with such a late response, you end up crashing into someone.
"Ow!" You say, as you and the unknown person both groan. In the heat of the moment, the other person has their arms wrapped around you to prevent you from falling (or from keeping themselves from falling) and you clasp onto their arms as you both steady yourself.
As you regain focus and look up at the person, you see the most beautiful pair of blue eyes looking at you back, and a mop of hair which looks as soft as bunny ears.
You forget what happened just a second before as you find yourself so mesmerised by this person in front of you. The world around you has seemed to stop spinning, and it feels like you and this person are the only people on this planet.
"Are you okay?"
The most musical voice enters your ears, and you think you haven't seen a person this perfect before.
"Yeah, yeah I'm okay, are you okay? I'm so sorry I just full on slammed into you," you laugh, as the person takes their hands off your arms and you do too. You had forgotten you both were holding each other.
"Yes, I'm fine. You look worried and distracted, is everything alright?"
"Uh yes, it's all good," you smile at the stranger. His kindness has warmed your heart.
You suddenly remember you are on your way to meet your partner. You look at your wrist watch to see you're now over 30 minutes late.
"Oh shit I gotta go," you say, starting to run again.
"Be careful!" You hear him call out behind you. You lightly laugh at his words as you run, and pick up speed but this time keeping yourself focused.
You quickly reach the coffee shop and enter inside, the bells jingling just like they always do. You look at the corner to see them sitting there with their eyes buried in their phone. You rush up to them and give them a quick kiss on their cheek before sitting opposite to them.
"I'm so so sorry I'm late, my car is at the shop and I had to run and on the way I almost-"
"It's okay," they say, taking a sip of the coffee they ordered for themselves. There's nothing on the table for you, when you know they are fully aware what you love to drink from here.
Ignoring that, you just nod and look outside the window.
"Listen, I want to talk about something really important," they say, regaining your focus.
"Yeah?"
"This," they say, gesturing to the both of you, "this isn't working out anymore. I'm pretty sure you've noticed how we've grown apart and have been basically living two separate lives since a few months now. I, I want to break up with you."
You watch them with your eyes widened and your heart loud in your chest.
No doubt you have felt the lack of love between you two, but you've made some beautiful memories with them and to think it all ends here now, does make you sad.
"Oh," you whisper, not knowing what else to really say.
"I'm also moving away next week, and I might as well start to live there permanently," they add, and you just look at them with disbelief. They're moving away and this is the moment they thought is the perfect one to break this news to you?
"I have absolutely loved being with you all this time, but I think it's now time we separate and do our own thing." They take the last sip of their coffee and get up from their chair. "I wish you the best for your life." They smile at you and leave the coffee shop, you left all alone at the table.
It takes you a few minutes to process what has happened, and how you've been broken up with in such a horrific way. You stay seated with your eyes focused on your hands in your lap, as you turn their words in your mind over and over.
You take in a deep breathe and get up from your chair, and leave the coffee shop. You walk slowly back to your home, you hands stuffed in the pockets of your jacket as you try to distract yourself by kicking the stones on your path.
You are nearing the shop you wanted to visit, and just before that, you spot a familiar face sitting on a bench. He sees you and gives you a smile as he gets up from the bench.
"You look so sad," the blue eyed boy says.
"Well, I did just get broken up with," you say with a laugh, but nothing was funny about this situation.
"Oh my," he gasps, "I'm so sorry," he wraps his arms around you and pulls you in a hug.
Should you be hugging someone who's name you don't even know?
Probably not, but you are in a desparate need for closure.
And this person really knows how to hug.
"You'll be fine," he says. "It wasn't meant to be, because if it was, you wouldn't be broken up with right now. It may take some time for you to realise it, but I promise you, it happened for the best."
Your lips upturn into a small smile. "We fell out of love a long time ago, I don't know why I'm clinging onto something which practically ended so long ago."
"I think it's because they did make you feel things, and you're just missing all the good times. And that's totally normal. But there's someone out there who'll keep you so much more happy."
You suddenly pull him into a another hug, and you hear him giggle as he hugs you back. This is the best thing that has happened to you all day.
"Thank you for that," you whisper. He simply smiles at you and nods.
You look around and your eyes land at the shop which attracted you deeply.
You only live once, right?
"If you aren't busy right now, would you like to check out that shop with me?" You ask, pointing to it. He turns around to look at where you're pointing.
"I would love to," he smiles, and it's like you've already forgotten about the heartbreak you were experiencing a few minutes ago.
He was right; it was never meant to be and there's someone who's going to keep you so much more happy.
And that someone is him.
Zach Maclaren, the boy who you fell in love with because he provided you support when you thought you would crumble apart.
The boy who showed you happiness in forms you didn't know you could feel.
The boy who loved you with his last breathe.
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Heavyweight: Chaggie
Buckle up, Buttercups! This is a bit long. Google translate will be your friend.
Charlie: (exiting her office after a 72 hour video meeting and bee-lining towards the bar) UggGHhghhhHHh!!!! I need a DRINK!!!
Alastor: (whirling in out of nowhere) I wouldn't go in there if I were you.
Charlie: (jumps) Holy Shit!!! Fuck! Alastor, can you not do that, please? You nearly gave me a heart attack.
Alastor: So sorry, dear. I'm just warning you before you go anywhere that the bar is in quite the unsavory state right now.
Charlie: What do you mean? Did Cherri invite her biker friends again?
Alastor: Oh, heavens, no! That little manager of yours would never allow that to happen again.
Charlie: Alastor, we've talked about this. Her name is Vaggie. But why is the bar in an unsavory state?
Alastor: (grins wider) Oh, I suppose you'll just have to see it to believe it, I'm afraid. (opens the door to the bar and latin music blares through the hotel)
Charlie: Alastor, I really don't have the mental fortitude to deal with your bipolar-
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Charlie: -WHY IS VAGGIE BENCHING THE POOL TABLE IN NOTHING BUT A BRA AND HER SKIRT?!?!?!?!?!?!?!
Hazbins: GO!!! GO!!! GO!!! GO!!! GO!!!
Husker: (counting off Vaggie's reps) Forty-eight! Forty-nine! FIFTY!!!! That's it! Vaggie wins!!!
Vaggie: HA!!! (flips the pool table off to the side and stands up victoriously while speaking Spanish) ¡Toda la razón! ¡Paga, Ángel!
Hazbins: (half cheering and half groaning as money exchanges hands and a few lift Vaggie up like a champion)
Angel: (drunkenly slurring in Italian)
Charlie: And WHY are they speaking like that?!
Alastor: (cleaning his monocle) Ms. Vagatha found out that Angel took a video of your drunken stupor last week and demanded he give all copies to her. He said he would only do it if she out drank him.
Charlie: Again. Not her name. And WHAT?!?!?!?!
Alastor: Needless to say, that woman would do anything for you, so they went shot for shot on something called "tequila". Quite the show, if I say so myself. Angel ended up vomiting in the trash can. They've been arguing in Spanish and Italian ever since. It's almost friendly at this point.
Charlie: BUT WHY IS VAGGIE HALF NAKED?!?!?!?!?!
Alastor: (obviously disgusted by the display but keeping his smile) She didn't want to rip her uniform.
Vaggie: (spots Charlie from her elevated position)
¡Charlie, mi amor!
Charlie: (arrow to the heart as she watches Vaggie hop down and strut over to her, eyes zeroed in on the sway of her girlfriend's hips) Oh, fuck..... I'm in trouble....
Vaggie: (hugs Charlie tight before taking her hand and kissing it) ¿Cómo estuvo tu reunión?
Charlie: (gets goosebumps and blushes) UuuUuUhhhHHHhhh.... V-Vaggie, babe, y-you know I'm not good with my Spanish yet.
Vaggie: Lo sé. (chuckles deeply and looks at Charlie through her long lashes as she snakes her arm around Charlie's waist while the other hand strokes her thumb over Charlie's pulse on her wrist) También sé que te gusta cuando te hablo así en español.
Charlie: (blushing deeper as she wiggles out of her suit jacket and wraps it around Vaggie's shoulders) L-Let's get you covered up.
Vaggie: (smirking as she traces her fingers around the waistband of Charlie's trousers and gently untucks her shirt so she can drag her fingers across the pale skin underneath) Eres tan dulce… y tan sexy cuando te sonrojas.
Charlie: (feels her tail and horns spring up as Vaggie's nails drag across the skin of her hip and tries to corral Vaggie towards the door) OH-KAY!!! L-Let's get you upstairs to bed!
Vaggie: (maneuvers herself so she's escorting Charlie up the stairs leading to their room and uses her wings so that she can hover right next to Charlie's ear from behind) Only if you join me~
Charlie: (thighs pinch together as a spark of electricity jolts through her body and whines) ...oh fuck....
Vaggie: Now, you're catching on~
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kteezy997 · 1 month
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I’ve never seen someone do this with Timmy so :
Maybe reader is a masseur and when she massages timothée things get spicy
Oh fuck yes I love this
massage room//t.c.
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warnings: workplace smut, handjob, male and female receiving oral sex, doggystyle, cumshot
Your eyes nearly bugged out of your head when you looked at your schedule for the day. Did you read it right? Your last appointment of the day was Timothee Chalamet. As in uber famous Hollywood actor, Timothee Chalamet? Was this even real?
You peeked out into the lobby of the salon, and there he was. In the flesh. Like a tall drink of curly-headed water.
You couldn't believe it. Whoever took the call to make his appointment just jotted his name down, like it was no big deal? How was no one else among the salon employees aware of who was coming in? For he was the most beautiful and talented movie star since Elizabeth Taylor.
You were just stunned at the whole situation. But you had to get yourself and your massage room together, because his appointment time was inching closer.
You were anxious to meet him, as you had been watching him in movies and crushing on him for years now. But you drank some cold water and tried to calm yourself. You were a professional. He was only a typical client. A very hot and sophisticated client, but it did not matter. He would get the same treatment from you as any other person.
You walked out to greet your client; you saw him relaxing on one of the couches in the lobby sitting area. "Mr. Chalamet?"
He shook his curls out of his face as he looked up, smiling.
"I am ready for you. My name is y/n, you can follow me." you smiled politely back a him, trying to not dwell on his charm.
"Perfect." Timothee said, standing up from the couch.
You turned on your heels, leading the way to the back room.
...........
You entered the room, Timothee right behind you. "Thank you for coming in, Mr. Chalamet. I hope you enjoy your experience today."
"Oh, you can just call me Timmy. And the lady I talked to on the phone highly recommended you, so you must be one of the best here."
"Oh, well, I don't know about that, but I will do my best to make you feel better." you turned to face him, "Are there any problem areas for you that I need to give special attention to?"
"Ugh, yeah my back muscles have been really sore lately."
"Okay, sounds good. I assume you've been working on your feet a lot?"
"Yes," he combed his fingers through his hair, "feels like I've been working nonstop lately. Sorry if I seem tired, it's cause I am." he chuckled.
You giggled, "Hopefully I can get some of that stress out of you and you'll be feeling more comfortable. Now, you're scheduled for a one-hour massage, so I'll be working on your full body. I'll give you a moment in private to undress down to whatever your comfort level is. And I'll have you start out laying on your front."
"Is it okay if...I'm naked during the massage?" he crooked an eyebrow at you.
You nearly blushed at the thought of him naked, then you caught yourself, "That is perfectly acceptable. It is most important that you are comfortable. I'll be back in a couple of minutes, Timmy."
"Sounds great, y/n." he smiled softly, starting to take his jacket off, his eyes wandered down your body.
You almost forgot that you needed to leave the room. "Oh, sorry." you laughed at yourself, leaving the room quickly. You could hear him chuckle lightly at you.
Timothee Chalamet had checked you out. You were certain that's what he was doing. And you were going to put your hands on his body?? NO! You are a trained and certified professional. There was nothing sexual or erotic about what was to happen in that room. This was your job. You were providing an innocent service to this man. Right?
.........
You gave Timmy a short amount of time to get undressed and then get comfortable on the massage table, then knocked on the door.
"I'm ready, you can come in." he called from inside the room.
The sound of the calming spa music and the mist from the humidifier in the room brought you to your senses. This is what you did every day. Timmy was no different than any other client.
You found him lying on his stomach as you had instructed him. His cute little bubble butt exposed. You shook your head, getting rid of your filthy thoughts. You then took the blanket on the table and covered him up to his waist with it.
You didn't speak as you lubed your hands up with lotion. You almost always remained quiet during your massages, so that the client can be at their most relaxed state.
As you pressed your hands into his muscles, you said, "If the pressure is too much, just let me know."
Timmy hummed an, "Okay." underneath you.
You went into your massage routine, finding the hard and tender spots up in his shoulders. As you worked out his knots, you took notice of his smooth, pale skin, and his many sprawling freckles all along his back. He didn't make a sound or move at all as you got the deep kinks out, and you knew that they had to be painful. "Be sure to drink plenty of water this evening, to flush out all of those knots, Timmy." you said.
His body was built thin, but his muscles were firm. He was healthy and strong, you could tell. You moved around toward his feet to massage his legs. His calves were tight, so you gave them a good kneading with your fingers.
Next were his feet which were rather long and bony. But they weren't smelly or hairy, so you were glad. Timmy actually smelled quite nice, like soap and a little bit of musk.
"Okay, Timmy, you may turn over onto your back now. Take it nice and slow." you said, as thirty minutes had gone by, and you had finished his back side.
He did as you instructed, slowly turning over to lay on his back. As he settled comfortably, you tucked the blanket along his waistline again.
Timmy's eyes were closed, so he didn't see you bite your lip as he turned over. His chest and abs were super defined. You imagined your tongue running down the lines and valleys of his body, and flicking over his tiny, cute nipples.
You pumped some more lotion into your hands, warming the cream between your palms before spreading your hands over his chest.
You heard a soft, contented sigh leave his throat. You smiled, please with yourself at making him comfortable. Thus was the goal of the massage therapist: to soothe your clients.
"You're great with your hands, y/n." Timmy said, opening his eyes under hooded lids and looking at you.
"So I've heard." you answered, running your fingertips under his collarbones.
"Is it weird if I watch you work?" he asked.
You swallowed, continuing your hand movements along his chest. "No, this is your appointment, sir, you may do as you wish."
"As I wish?" he repeated. You could practically hear the smirk toying with his lips.
"I just mean you should do what makes you comfortable." you moved up, pushing your fingers into his shoulders. The more he talked to you, the more nervous you felt.
"Are you always so professional sounding, y/n?"
"When I am on the clock, yes, Mr. Chalamet." you answered, rubbing and massaging his upper arms.
"What if I paid you to stay after you got off the clock?"
You blushed, but kept your poise, "Well, if you're paying me, sir, am I not on the clock still?"
"Touche." he said simply, then rested quietly, closing his eyes for several minutes as you massaged his forearms and his hands.
You fought the urge to nibble and suck on his long fingers. As you circled your thumbs into his palm, you stared idly at his hands, wondering how his fingers would feel inside of you. Gently, you set his arm down on the table.
You moved down slightly to work on his abdomen, and then his lower body. You rubbed your fingers in your taught patterns along his abdominal muscles, mentally reminding yourself that you were a professional. Though Timmy's previous offer gave hints to something perhaps not so professional.
"What are you thinking, y/n?" came his soft voice, "And be honest." It was as if he had known you for years and could see right through you.
"Um, nothing, sir, I'm just working." you made a feeble attempt to resist the temptation of this man. He was winning.
"I think you're lying." his tone was slightly harsher now. "Are you thinking about my cock? Don't lie to me." He moved up, propping himself onto his elbows and looking at you.
Okay, it was time to play. "Hmm, maybe I am, Mr. Chalamet." You looked at him.
"Well, you should know that I can't stop thinking about your tits. Not even those scrubs can hide how nice they are."
"Really? You think so?" you teased, placing your hands over your boobs.
"Yeah." he replied, tucking his tongue between his teeth cheekily.
"Well, Mr. Chalamet,"
"Timmy." he corrected you.
"Timmy," pushed your hair back off your shoulder, trying to exude confidence, "you show me yours; I'll show you mine." you grinned.
"Take the blanket off me." he demanded.
"Hm." you hummed, leaning over and pulling the big, white blanket off of his lower body, leaving him totally exposed. His cock was long and half hard already. You were genuinely intrigued by the size of him.
"Now take your clothes off." he ordered, not making a move from the massage table.
"So bossy, Timmy." you teased, but shed your uniform and underwear anyway.
The instant your breasts were free, he groped them, "Fuck, they're so nice." He pinched each of your nipples between his long fingers.
You were turned on the second he touched you, and you started to get wet. "Should I massage your cock for you?"
"Yes, please." he answered, leaning back on the table again.
You got the bottle of lotion, and he watched you pump some straight onto his cock. You then set the bottle back down and wrapped your hands around his length. You worked your hands up and down on him, slowly at first.
You looked at Timmy's face as you stroked his cock. His eyes closed, lips pressed together, he let out a "mmm" sound. He began to move his hips upward to meet the rhythm of your hands.
You rolled your wrists back and forth, creating a tight friction on his smooth cock. The lotion worked wonderfully for a hand job. Timmy's cock got fully hard for you, and you had never seen a cock stand so tall. A tiny bead of precum seeped out of his tip. You felt desperate to taste it.
You leaned forward to put your mouth around the tip of his cock. You put your tongue on the saltiness of his precum, then swirled your tongue around him. You took your mouth off of him to lick a stripe from his base to the tip, then you put him back in your mouth to suck.
You moaned at how good his cock felt sliding in and out of your mouth. Timmy kept a firm grip on your hair. You gently massage his balls with your hands, then used your tongue on them.
"Oh, y/n." Timmy cooed.
You licked you hand and jerked his cock again, looking at his shiny, slick body all lubed up from the massage. You licked the head of his cock, then said, "You know, looking like that could get a man ridden to death."
"Yeah?" Timmy raised his brows, "Well, let's see." he made the "come here" motion with his fingers.
You took the invitation to climb onto him. You straddled his waist, and held his cock as you sunk your pussy onto it. His cock introduced a massive pressure inside of you. "Fuck, Timmy." you sighed.
He put his hands on your hips, digging his fingers into your skin.
You grabbed onto his abs, then softly started moving to and fro, getting a feel for his cock, letting it stretch you. You picked up speed, riding him fast, having an image of riding a bull in your mind. You whimpered at the pleasure his cock gave as it hit your g spot.
"Up and down, please." Timmy huffed out the request.
"Yes sir." you said, grinning as you bounced on his dick. You could hear the slapping of damp skin on skin, your ass hit his thighs over and over. You cursed again, tightening your hold on his body, probably scratching him, but he didn't seem to mind.
You felt Timmy's hand gripping your hips, and he slowly started to shake you back and forth as you were fucking him up and down.
The head of his cock hit your g spot with each thrust. It was immaculate. It was pleasure like you hadn't known before. You cried out, you squeezed your breasts, as you trembled on the brink of orgasm.
You knew you were coming, you stopped your movements, pressing your hands onto his chest so you wouldn't fall. You nearly collapsed onto him, huffing and puffing, trying to catch your breath.
Timmy put his arms around you and gave you a kiss on the side of your head. Without a word, he got out from under you.
You felt an instant sense of cold and emptiness once his skin was no longer on yours and you thought that he was going to leave.
Before you could even process it happening, Timmy grabbed you, pulling you to the edge of the table. You gasped as he brought your ass up.
He spread your pussy lips from behind you, and you felt his warm breath on your clit. He swiped his tongue over your pussy, his hands squeezing your ass as he did so.
Your body shook as you were overwhelmed with pleasure.
Timmy suckled your clit between his lips, then dipped his tongue onto it. He did it over and over again, in a pattern that drove you crazy. You moaned his name like he was God.
His mouth left your pussy, but he quickly replaced the sensation with a swift push of his cock all the way inside you, making your toes curl.
"Oh, my fucking god." you purred, taking a grip onto the blanket beside you.
Timmy held onto your waist firmly as he pumped his cock in and out of you. You could hear him breathing hard and grunting. "Do you fuck all of your clients, y/n?"
"No!" you cried. He thrusted deep into you, making you pause before you could say another word. "I've never done anything like this before."
He grabbed your ass by the handful, ramming you hard and fast now, "I knew you were a good girl, ahh, I could just tell." He leaned onto your body, pushed you down onto your chest, then drilled into you.
You moaned wildly; the legs of the massage table creaked as the table shook. Timmy might break the table, but you didn't care.
"Fuck." he muttered, pulling his cock out of you.
You raised up, looked behind you to see him jerking himself and he came in white streams on your ass cheek.
Timmy groaned in the most feral way. Coming down from his high, he looked at you.
You giggled as your eyes met, you couldn't believe the filth that just transpired in your workplace, and how much you loved it.
"I'll be coming back here for sure." Timmy declared.
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radioisntdead · 1 month
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Good morning, as you have requests open can I get some Velvette x g/n! reader angst (perhaps ending with comfort) romance?
One night they overhear her talking negatively about them (not an overlord, lack of confidence, whatever) so they leave behind a note saying they were right to feel like she didn't actually love them and they've left, not saying where.
Good evening my dear! We are ending the cannibal streak with Velvette! WOO, It's late and I'm woozy, this became a song fic I'm sorry.
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Velvette x reader,
Warnings!
Light angst, Valentino,
The song used: Moral of the story
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You and Velvette met at a New Years party back in the 2000's, the air was heavy, you had a red solo cup with heavens knew what was in it, maybe Vodka and something? You didn't know, people were kissing, yelling, and whatever else.
So I never really knew you
When Velvette approached you, you felt like the luckiest person in the world, like nothing else in the room exist, she was only person there in your eyes,
When she talked about how boring the party was you found yourself agreeing with every word she said, her voice soothing to you.
God, I really tried to, Blindsided, addicted
The two of you died in a car accident, music was blasting from the radio, you were looking outside the window, and Velvette was texting and driving,
It was quick, she ran a red light and BAM, a truck hit the two of you causing the car to roll, glass shattered and the one thing you remember is reaching out to Velvette before everything went dark.
Felt we could really do this
You once told Velvette that you'd follow her to hell and back,
Guess that was true because guess where you ended up?
But really I was foolish
Things didn't change much as she rose to the top, becoming an overlord, teaming up with some guys named Vox and Valentino, Vox was decent enough but Valentino gave you the chills, he never did anything but still.
Velvette made sure to shield you from his business, you weren't allowed on his floor.
Hindsight, it's obvious
Velvette was never scared to demand things, to order things around, to get her hands somewhat dirty if needed, if she wanted it she got it
You weren't like that, you didn't like having blood on your hands, While Velvette treated service staff like they were an inconvenience you treated them with respect, like they were people.
Velvette didn't like that part of you, she liked it when it was towards her or maybe the other Vee's but no one else.
Talking with the cannibal She said, "Where'd you find this girl?"
You weren't having a good day, you and Velvette got into a argument over her spending too much time on her phone, you said that she loved that stupid thing more then you, she didn't deny it, just said that you were acting fucking crazy and left.
I said, "Young people fall in love, with the wrong people sometimes"
You had several things to do, some employees couldn't do their job properly and you didn't want to lash out of them, all you wanted to do was just relax with your fiancee, you got some flowers and an Emoji plush to give her as an apology.
Some mistakes get made
As you stood outside the door that lead to the Vee's living room you could hear muffled talking, a voice you could recognize was Velvette's.
That's alright, that's okay
You cracked the door open and peaked in, She was talking to Valentino.
You can think that you're in love
"Then They say that I love my phone then them! Like maybe if you weren't such a fuckin' loser that can't even order a coffee without almost crying I'd pay more attention to you!"
When you're really just in pain
You clutched the flowers, crushing the stems as you took a step back.
Some mistakes get made
"They aren't an overlord, the only they have any of this is because of me!" She said throwing herself onto the couch and went back to her phone, that damned phone.
That's alright, that's okay
Quietly and quickly you made your way to the room you shared with Velvette, you did your best not to slam the door indicating that you were back, you threw the flowers and plush into a trashcan before taking out a few suitcases.
No tears were shed, just anger, betrayal and disappointment flooded you.
In the end, it's better for me
You packed the clothes that were your favorites, you couldn't take everything since for one, Velvette gave you the majority, and two, she gave you a bunch of clothes.
Once You had everything packed you wrote a note giving a brief explanation, that you had heard what she said, and that since you were SUCH a loser, she should date a overlord instead.
That's the moral of the story, babe
You left the Vee's tower, without a single soul noticing, now standing on a random street corner you took a deep breath, you had enough money, from your OWN means, to get a hotel to stay at for maybe a week? Just until you could get an apartment or something.
It's funny how a memory
Velvette didn't notice you were gone until late the next day, she thought you were being petty avoiding her because of a little fight and she had decided to let you take the bedroom, sleeping in her office instead.
She supposed she should apologize because she loved you and she was tired of this.
Turns into a bad dream
She stepped into your shared room, not noticing anything missing, until a colorful object caught her eye from the trashcan, leaning down it was an emoji plush, cringey but it was soft, it was covering a bouquet of flowers, her favorites infact.
When running wild turns volatile
Her face twisted into confusion as she looked around, spotting the note you left on the bed.
She hadn't meant for you to hear her.
Remember how we painted our room, Just like the other Vee's did?
You were gone. She fucked up.
So romantic, but we fought the whole time
It was just a small fight right? The two of you would kiss and make up like usual, maybe watch a movie after, but you had left, you left her!
Should have seen the signs
She couldn't find you, anywhere.
Vox only got footage of you leaving the tower and nothing else, he spied on the ENTIRE ring and he couldn't find YOU?
Talking with the cannibal, She said, "Where'd you find this girl?"
You had stumbled upon the Hazbin hotel, you were welcomed by Charlie with open arms, she was ecstatic, you were the first sinner to join them after the extermination.
Said, "Some people fall in love with the wrong people sometimes"
Being away from Velvette was so...
Some mistakes get made
Freeing, it was as if you were spreading your wings for the first time in years, which you were! You'd been with Velvette for over a decade, not counting your life beforehand.
That's alright, that's okay
You loved Velvette, you truly did, but she didn't love you like you did her, she didn't act like it,
She thought you were on the weaker side.
You can think that you're in love
You had no interest in rising up the ranks, working instead on becoming a better person, with every exercise with the hotel residents you got more and more confident, changing your appearance along the way.
When you're really just in pain
After you more sinners came to the hotel, a few ready for redemption.
Some mistakes get made
You met someone, she had the most beautiful pink eyes that reminded you of pink lemonade, she was different then Velvette, you couldn't help but compare the two, Velvette was so... Cruel and she was so Soft, kind, she just killed a guy but that wasn't a deal breaker in your book.
That's alright, that's okay
It took time but the two of you grew close, you'd have lunch together, eventually that moved to sleepovers, movie nights, sweet words exchanged between the two of you.
You were apprehensive about entering a new relationship after Velvette, but it just felt right.
In the end it's better for me
Charlie was excited when you went to her for date ideas to take your newest sweetheart, she was so proud of you, you had come so far!
That's the moral of the story, babe
They say it's better to have loved and lost
Velvette searched for you, you due to plot armour and your changed appearance had managed to completely avoid Vox's cameras or Velvette's hunting you down, she regretted saying what she did, she wouldn't have said it if she knew you were listening!
Than never to have loved at all
You had decided to step out of the hotel with your dearest sweetheart, deciding to go out for a simple date, watch a movie and maybe shop around and grab a bite to eat
That could be a load of shit
Velvette had decided to go check out her competition's stores, going shopping at the same stores you did.
But I just need to tell you all
You didn't see her, and she almost didn't recognize you but she did.
Some mistakes get made
Her blood ran cold, or colder as she watched you dote on the lady next to you, arm wrapped around hers, holding her bags for her.
You had done that for her once upon a time.
That's alright, that's okay
She wanted to say something, like where have you been, I'm sorry, who the fuck is this, come home! Or something but she couldn't, she could only watch as you laughed at something she said, you used to laugh like that with her,
You SHOULD be laughing like that with her.
You can think that you're in love
Velvette's hand clenched into a fist, her fingers digging into her palm making indents.
When you're really just engaged
You should be with her, not whoever that wench was! The engagement ring she had accepted from you ages ago was still on her finger.
Where was yours?
Some mistakes get made
She watched as you walked away with her.
That's alright, that's okay
She finally moved, following in pursuit.
In the end it's better for me
You and your sweetheart were having a wonderful time, shopping around and the two of you were finally getting something to eat, you went to the cutest little café, and you walked back to the hotel holding hands.
That's the moral of this story
Some mistakes get made
Velvette knew where you were now.
That's alright, that's okay
You were so happy, Velvette hasn't crossed your mind in ages.
You can think that you're in love
She didn't know how to get you, she didn't want you to hate her.
When you're really just in pain
You squealed as you landed on your bed kicking your legs back and forth like a lovesick fool.
Some mistakes get made
You had to come back to her willingly, once you were done with this little fling, she would leave you heartbroken and Velvette would welcome you back with open arms, hugs and kisses.
That's alright, that's okay
You sighed happily, a dumb love filled grin on your face.
In the end it's better for me
You had come SO far from how you were before, you were proud of yourself, you had a healthy relationship with your lovely girlfriend, you had amazing friends, and you were on the road to redemption with them! You couldn't ask for more.
That's the moral of the story, babe
You will never go back to Velvette, you loved her once yes, you truly did, but that was in the past, and you deserved better, and you got better.
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Good evening folks! Thank you for tuning in! It's late for me and I wrote this in one sitting, I'm gonna go knock out now, have a wonderful night folks!
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ivys-garden · 3 months
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Alright, I'm going to write my own thoughts down on the situation, sorry if this gets rambly
First of all, Shubble is so brave for speaking up, it's really hard for victims to speak up against there abusers in a public setting and she deserves all the respect in the world for it
That being said we do need to be mindful to give her space, this was a really traumatic thing for her and we all need to be mindful of that, give her room to breath.
On the same lines, don't go after other ccs for not ""releasing statements"", content creators aren't companies, there people. Don't get on at them for not publicly supporting Shubble, especially since there undoubtedly doing it in private, which is probably better than shoving it out there for millions of people to see. Let people support there friend in a way they and shubble are confortable with, if shubble wants them to say something or they think they need to say something themselves, they will say it.
It's like Pearl said, just because you don't see something happening publicly doesn't mean it isn't happening
Also, don't jump to call Tommy or Phil or Grian or anyone else enablers because they haven't said anything, they'll need time to process this too, it's hard to find out that your friend is a domestic abuser, let them process this in piece and don't try to cancel them over nothing like a fool. (People like Tommy will need time especially since Wilbur befriended them when they were young and by all accounts manipulated them too)
If anyone of these people have anything they feel they need to say they'll say it when there good and ready, good life tip folks:Don't Harass People. Especially if they have almost nothing to do with this (honestly Saw someone say they were going to go on to fucking RT about this despite him not knowing either person very well, the fuck)
I know why people do it, they want to make sure there favourite content creators aren't also bad, but they are people and they deserve respect, I can garentee you that almost no Qsmp or Hermitcraft or Other MCYT member who knew him stands with Wilbur
(Also if anyone brings Techno into this fuck right off let the man rest.)
Also, some brain dead morons are saying that people calling out wilbur are doing it for clout and that they should have done it sooner, but most of the abuse happened in private, and wilbur manipulated others, many wouldn't have realised anything was wrong and if they did its still better and more respectful to come forward after shubble since its HER story to tell.
(This attack also doesn't work anymore because we have things like tubbos stream, where he actively discourages his chat from treating him like a hero for speaking out, but yeah sure they all don't give a shit about shubble and just want to make themselves look better, fuck outta here)
Now, if your a former wilbur fan, let me make this super clear
DONT WATCH HIM AND DONT LISTEN TO HIS MUSIC
"BuT SePuRaTe ThE ArT FrOm ThE Arti-
Nah. That doesn't work here. You can separate a book or game or movie, you can't with a cc. Its there face, there voice, there personality. Find a different band, find a different CC to watch. There are other options, I know it sucks to find out someone you like did an awful thing,but that doesn't mean we should support those people for our sakes, especially when people were actively hurt by there actions. Trust me everyone, this will get better, things will go back to how they were before
Finally, this should go without saying, Fuck William Gold to the core of teh fucking earth. And any who still support him.
He is a raging egotistical manipulator and abuser. don't blame people for not seeing it sooner, no one can do that. What we can do though is blame people who still wholeheartedly support him and his actions.
He has not "changed" nor will he ever at the rate at which he's going. He's still a egomaniac who's more concerned with saving his image than actually apologising for his actions, even then an apology wouldn't fix all he's done,it would just be closer and a jumping off point to be better, but he can't even fucking do that.
If wilbur does reflect and grow, good on him, but if he doesn't then I can say with absolute certainty we wouldn't fucking miss him.
Fuck Wilbur. Support Shelbym
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dollidot · 3 months
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I'll be your best kept secret and your biggest mistake
pairing: mizu x fem!reader
tags: loser!mizu, rebel!reader, mizu being pathetic, slight nsfw there's nothing explicit but it's implied, unrequited love (but not really), no beta we die like m!kio
a/n: nobody puts baby in the corner by fall out boy for max brainrot + also sorry it's short I can't write seriously 😭 if somebody else wants to elaborate on this fic / situation please feel free honestly this is sorta just a rambling
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she was enamoured. for the first time in her life she wanted something so bad it was all she thought about. she'd stared at you through the much-too-bright lights of the party, watched the way you drank, the way you spoke, the way you ran your oh so soft fingers through your hair every so often. she'd stared at you hopelessly as you'd smiled at her from across the room, tucked your hair behind your ear the way you did when you were simpering at a guy you wanted, the way you'd barely glanced at other people as you approached her. "y'know, I don't think I've ever seen you at a party. how come you're here?" you're practically shouting in the chaos of the room and she's stammering, practically falling on her words as she hopelessly tries to reply. "I uh, akemi dragged me here. I would rather be at home right now, if I'm being honest." the laugh that slips out of her lips is futile, not at all as chill and laid back as she'd like it to be. you sigh, lifting your sunglasses onto your head to show off your gorgeous eyes, burned into her head like one of the many mixtape cds she'd made for you (not that she'd ever given them to you, nor would she ever). "well, I'm glad you're here. you're actually cool to talk to, unlike everybody else. god, even taigen is boring me." and you're smiling, laughing even, your beautiful lips parting ever so slightly as you look up at her in a way that makes the alcohol in her system curdle in her stomach as she just smiles stupidly at you. "I'm cool? well, that might be a first." she gives that awkward chuckle she does when she's completely lost in her own mind. you return the laugh, only you actually know where you are and what's going on. "wanna get out of here? it's way too loud, I need a break." and then you're grabbing her hand, leading her to the yard and pulling her onto the grass and smiling at her in a matter of maybe.. five minutes? she doesn't register what's happening but she's smiling because god, you're so pretty. "hey, earth to mizu. you alive, or has your conscience kinda just slipped outta your head?" you're gazing at her, smirking almost knowingly as you sit facing her, leaning on one hand as you wave the other in front of her. "oh— yeah, I'm fine. got distracted, that was all." one swift movement and your lips are on hers. and your hands are tracing circles onto her skin, under her shirt. she grabs your wrist and pulls away, just looking at you with that pathetically smitten look she's been giving you all night. "are you okay? I can stop, if you—" "no. no, I just.. I'm not sure about.. out here, yknow?" she sighs, holding your hand as she smiles at you and god, she is out of it. whether it's the alcohol or you, you couldn't tell. "you have a point. wanna go back to my place?" and she's nodding, neck practically snapping as she stands, pulling you up and placing a hand on your waist as you drunkenly leave the party. and if only you'd noticed. if only you'd seen the look of pure and unbridled want in her eyes, acknowledged the fact she was practically swimming in desire. and if only you'd returned that desire. you did, she supposed, for a while. not in the same way she felt for you, but you'd returned some kind of want and that was enough for her. she knows you're not hers, she knows you don't want to be hers, but that night that she had you rings through her head, through the walls she hides inside of, it rings through her body, out of her hands into her music, her poetry, her musings in her battered leather journal. she wanted you so bad it hurt. but for now, she'd stick to being your best kept secret.
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yawnderu · 5 months
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oh god hi your requests are open!!;; im nervous about asking lbkldfkvlbd i do this for the first time ever but i would actually kill for something with horangi from you. maybe he's a tiger hybrid and it's mating season or something?? or just fluff. my little heart would be overjoyed either way,,,, thank you bkpskdskc
hii love don't be nervous!! I'M nervous about writing this bc I've never written hybrids until that request JHBKFEEFJHBK I hope I'm doing them justice!!
Horangi is a mess. His clothes are sticking to his sweat-covered body, feeling hot all over. Nothing is ever good enough, even when his hand is wrapped tightly around his cock, disgusting thoughts of you flashing all over his mind. It's enough to make him hard, but not enough to make him cum.
It's almost torture, the way he's unwillingly edging himself as lewd, deep growls boom out of his throat while he strokes his painfully hard cock, his free hand fumbling with his heavy balls. It's not good enough to make him cum— nothing will ever be good enough until he's fucking your warm, wet cunt, so he gives up, hesitantly tucking his cock back in his boxers, face scrunching up in pain at the feeling of the fabric tightly holding him.
''Hong-jin?'' Your voice feels like music to his ears in the desperate state he's in, immediately getting up and opening the door, pulling you inside so fast you almost fall.
''You good?'' A small giggle escapes your lips at his desperation as he closes the door behind him, strong arms wrapping around you from behind as he rubs his cock against your ass.
''Need you.'' He whispers right into your ear, almost sighing in content when you nod your head. This entire thing has happened before— you ''help'' him during mating cycles and in exchange, you get good dick. That's really all it took.
His claws are quick to rip off the fabric covering your ass and before you can protest at the now destroyed clothes, his cock is lining up to your cunt, spreading your wetness all over his thick tip before he's slowly sinking into you. Your head tilts forward as you feel the stretch, a small gasp escaping your lips once he fully bottoms out. He isn't that long, but his cock is fat.
It doesn't take long for Horangi to start thrusting into you, his strong arms holding yours behind your back for leverage as he moved faster and deeper, low growls coming out of him at the sensation of your tight cunt wrapping around his fat cock, fitting him so perfectly.
''I'm sorry—'' He knows he isn't going to last long, not when your cunt is practically begging for his cum, sucking him back in every single time he pulls out to thrust deeper. His hold on your arms grows tighter as he pushes all the way into your cunt, images of your belly swollen with his babies fill his head and he can't keep going any longer, a mix of deep groans and growls coming out of his lips as he begins shooting ropes of thick cum right into your fertile womb.
''I'm sorry.'' He apologizes again, face buried on the back of your neck as he takes deep breaths, his cock still inside you to keep his cum in.
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