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pandorasfavorite · 3 days

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HIII I LOVE YOUR FICS!!!!

Now I saw the "kiss" between Dom and Liv, so I was wondering if you could make a fic between a subby bratty dom and a dom reader where the reader is watching backstage and gets really jealous, so when he comes back, she ignores him for a while, but then when they get home, she punishes him and there's like A LOT of smut!!!!! 😽😽

like SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT SMUT!!!!!

"Thank you Emma" we all say in unison

Buried by Eyes

AN: we are gonna pretend he isn’t injured for the sake of the fic, also just know guys I love writing but it's just hard to do. I have two jobs so I'm trying to find time, but I can write the part two for this. its 1am

Jealously was one word for it, another 3 words for it was heartbreak, anger, and determination. Your patience was wearing thin every passing day your fiance spent being a good person. His sweet tendencies were one of the main reasons you fell in love with him in the first place. Dominik has actively been trying to make sure that Rhea didn’t have to face Liv for the title; something you see as kind. But also the more he worked toward it the more jealous you became to be. Why would YOUR fiance be working so hard for a mere friend? Though tonight was a completely different story, for 5 minutes after the kiss you racked your brain for reasons. It continuously played in your head over and over like a never-ending record; he didn’t seem to enjoy it but he didn’t push her away. He grimaced and wiped his mouth… minutes afterward. Would she linger on his lips when you kissed him?

Dominik on the other hand was flipping out; he really didn’t know what to do or what to think when he came face to face with you in 60-something seconds. Dominik’s hands were twitching and he was continuously shaking his head after every fearful thought. Therefore when he turned the corner, he cussed instantly at your disgusted face and crossed arms. You had still been staring at the small screen in the hall, that was now playing something entirely different; Dom could only hope they wouldn’t replay the kiss over again.

Dominik huffed out an anxious breath and shook out the tension in his hands. He knew the only thing he could do at this moment was to man up and apologize INSTANTLY. Even that wasn’t going to be enough; Dominik would be stupid to think otherwise. Surprisingly enough your head didn’t turn at the sound of him walking towards you; or even when he was right in front of you. Your eyes bored into Dominik’s and you didn’t say a word; your face was hard to describe. You looked angry, but it also seemed like you were blank-faced and weren’t really registering that it was your fiance in front of you. Dominik cleared his throat and looked down at you, “Baby-“. Your eyes flashed with a ripple of anger, and it seemed like you finally grasped who it was in front of you.

You said nothing; Dominik literally gulped and his hands went right back to fidgeting. He shook his head and tried again, “Baby, I know what you’re thinking right now-“, he cut himself off again at your look. This time you smiled and nodded; that’s when Dominik realized how bad this really was. Before he thought maybe it wouldn’t have rattled you much; but the sarcastic and sinister smile deterred his thoughts elsewhere. You take a step back away from him, Dominik surely felt his heart crack. “Tell me, what am I thinking right now Dominik?”, you had used his real name and you looked so furious; Dom was almost on the verge of a nervous breakdown. Yet he was smart enough to know answering that question was a trap.

Dominik was at a loss for what to do; he could only think of one thing that could possibly humiliate him for the rest of his career. Of course, you were more important; Dominik sunk to his knees in front of you and grabbed your hands to hold in his. “I fucking hated that and I didn’t have time to react, I need you to believe me”. You nod and look into his eyes; searching for lies when really they were drowning in truth. “I believe you”, would be the only thing you say until you get home… 35 minutes later.

Dominik apologized nonstop on the way home and through the door, so much to you've grown tired of the words being uttered from his lips. You of course felt many confounding feelings, which brought a horrible tension between you and Dominik. You didn't want to be mad at him, considering he was unexpecting and didn't kiss her back. Though you were only human, and the anger pricked at you with every thought. Dominik opened the door for you; only to follow you like a sad puppy everywhere you walked. One smart idea graced your mind when you walked into the house...you had stormed into the bathroom and grabbed a rag out of the closet. You pulled Dominik inside by the collar of his shirt and you slammed the rag into his hands. "Scrub them", you demanded and crossed your arms over your chest.

Dominik was astonished, so much so that he gaped at you like a fish. "What?", he asked and looked down at the rag in confusion. You titled your head at his question, "Did I stutter? I said scrub your lips Dominik, or you'll never kiss mine again". Dominik understood you that time, he never moved so quickly in his life to wet the rag and scrub his lips clean; nearly raw. After a bit of time, Dominik put the rag and looked down at you, his lips were red and swollen from how harshly he was working towards getting rid of any traces of what happened. Really it was for him and you; Dom was disgusted by Liv, to say the least. He truly didn't want to be around her EVER again if he could help it. Therefore after scrubbing his lips, Dominik waited for your approval.

You stood and looked at him with a long silence; you debated the next course of action. Part of you knew Dom honestly did no wrong, but fuck LIv and fuck Dominik for being around her in the first place. No really fuck Dominik. You had taken a step towards him, you grabbed him by the chin and made him lean down closer so you could inspect him. Your thumb traced over his raw lips; trying to decide how pleased you were. "You have two options", Dominik's breath hitched, "come to bed or sleep on the couch".

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"m' sorry baby, please please let me cum', Dominik lifted off the bed to slide his cock up against your hand, "I've been good"

"Have you? Cause what I seen earlier was far from it"

Dominik yanked on the restraints with pent-up frustration; if he kept that up surely he would break free, "I didn't ask for that shit" he gritted. Your eyebrows flew up in surprise and your mouth fell into shock, you stopped touching him completely. You saw his eyes starting to water but you were still ridden with what happened on live TV, therefore you didn't humor him. "Now you're cussing at me, should I have you wash your mouth out instead this time?", you commented.

Dominik panted harshly; seemingly whimpering and groaning at the same time, "No no baby I swear, I'm sorry I won't do it again- fuck just- touch me. Touch me I'm begging you, I've been waiting so long mami". Dominik withered in need, and the more time he spent under your feather-light touches; the more he realized how much he detested punishments. You dragged them out, each touch made his body feel as if it was bursting into flames and his heart rate picked up when you fluttered your lashes at him; no wonder he is starting to hyperventilate with the idea of cumming. You trailed your fingertips down the side of Dominik's jaw and cheek and down his chest, loving the way he tossed his head back harshly against the pillow with a groan; in a desperate needy manner that only you could see.

You finally started to stroke Dominik's leaking cock, tears began to pool in his eyes and slide down his cheek. You'd be worried for him if it wasn't so abundantly clear the tears were from relief, not sadness. Dominik was in his own hazy world of pleasure, already feeling the being of a crushing orgasm-- it was so intense to the point he was mumbling without reason. "that's it, just a little more sweet girl", he begged you when he wasn't in the position to be telling you anything. Next, he will be tirelessly eating you out, longer than he can stand.

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0310s · 8 hours

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wiping something off their lips (sungho & riwoo ver.) 𓉞⋆｡˚☁︎｡⋆

members: bnd legal line x gender neutral reader

genre: fluff, friends to lovers, they have a crush on u waaah >_<!!!

wc: 1.3k

a/n: was too excited to post this so i decided to post the first two members once i finished their parts ^_^ btw my (sfw) requests are open so feel free to send in asks!

ᯓ★ sungho

neat eater #1: you will not catch him slipping. hates mess and hates having to clean up crumbs. but on the off chance he does make a little mess—especially with flaky food like croissants—you take this as an opportunity to tease him!!!

sungho already regrets getting this croissant, but he ordered it because he spotted you salivating over the cafe display even with your own share of food. as he’s cutting the croissant into bite-size pieces for you to nab from, he already grimaces at the flakes making their way onto the table. he also does not want to make a fool out of himself in front of you by looking like a messy eater (sungho it’s just a couple of crumbs… i promise you it’s not a big deal lmfao)!!!

things seem like they’re going normally until he accidentally gets some flakes on the side of his mouth. do not make a fool of yourself, sungho!!! he’s about to grab a tissue to dab it off when you wipe the crumb on his lips off with your thumb. you giggle and tease him for being a messy boy (he would die before admitting it, but that in fact did something to his insides). also, is it just his imagination or did your thumb linger on his lips for way longer than necessary?

sungho is very nonchalant on the outside: “oh. thanks for wiping that off.” but is freaking out inside!!!!!!!!!! tries to be Very Normal about this but his hand is trembling with the next bite he takes, and when you notice, you give him a knowing smile. you bring your hand towards his lips once again, rubbing your thumb back and forth across his lower lip “to clean up the mess”. sungho is as stiff as a board right now and his ears are so red; you notice and it makes you grin grow even wider.

you both pretend like nothing’s happened after that, and sungho tries his best to remain nonchalant about the whole ordeal… to no one’s surprise he spends night after night overthinking that day at the cafe (what are we…). buuuut he decides enough is enough and confronts you about it. if you do like him, that’s great (oh god, even the thought of you liking him flusters him), and if you don’t, then. well. he’ll figure out how to deal with the broken pieces of his heart. he just can’t stand having this limbo state where your feelings for him are ambiguous. so when he catches you alone one day, he decides to just get it done and over with, asking you to be honest with him… “why did you do that, the other day? it’s been driving me crazy.”

“what do you think?” you have a certain look in your eye and reply sardonically, “i just wanted to help you as a friend. of course i rubbed your lips with my thumb as a friend, because attempting to seduce each other is what friends do. so were you seduced?”

… well yes! his flustered face gives him away, but he doesn’t want to bare his entire heart to you just yet. he wants the truth from you. “tell me why you did it,” sungho repeats insistently. “please.”

you sigh and roll your eyes. “of course i like you, sungho. could i have made it any more obvious? yes, i was hitting on you. yes, i would have stopped if you were uncomfortable. but it was obvious from your expression where your thoughts were going. i know you liked it. and now, i know you like me.”

you take a breath and open your mouth to continue speaking, but sungho can’t take any more of your teasing. he reaches over and plants a solid kiss on your mouth, then instantly regrets it when he notices your blank expression and the pink rising to your cheeks. “oh god, did you not want-”

your face grows a deeper shade of red, and you harrumph. “of course i wanted it, idiot… now come here and kiss me again.”

ᯓ★ riwoo

riwoo is always the one wiping food of other people’s mouths so it’s rare that anyone does it for him—i mean, he knows how to clean up after himself! but he gets so shy and awkward in your presence… he’s just so self-conscious about his actions and appearance that at times he ends up becoming clumsy in front of you >0<

so when you’re hanging out together in his dorm room and he accidentally smears donut filling on his lips, you immediately shift closer to gently swipe off the jam… and you stick your thumb in your mouth, sucking off the sweetness. “wow, now i get why you’re so obsessed with these donuts. these are really good! can i have a bite?” without waiting for riwoo’s reply, you nab one of the donuts in the box and start eating happily.

meanwhile riwoo has stopped functioning. he can’t stop thinking about the way your touch felt against his lips and how nice you smell. his heart is beating like crazy in his chest and he feels so overwhelmed (in a good way, with his feelings fluttering around in his stomach) >_<… but riwoo can’t help but overthink your interaction—he knows that you did it out of kindness but on the other hand… why did they do that when they could have just handed me a tissue?

still, when you yourself end up with sugared powder all over your lips, his caretaker tendencies take over. riwoo unconsciously starts dabbing at your mouth with tissue, reminding you to be more careful. and all the while, you’re staring at him with an unreadable gaze. when he finishes fussing over you, that’s when you intentionally smear jam across your lips. while. staring. right. at. him. “sanghyeok, i think i got something on my lips… can you help me wipe it off?”

riwoo is nothing but overwhelmed. he doesn’t know where to look as you move closer to him, and as you clutch his arm, he begins stuttering and laughing nervously, ducking away from you and attempting to look for the tissue. “ha, ha, ha… where’s the tissue, i swore i just saw it somewhere…” he hopes you can’t see how red his face is.

as he pretends to busy himself, you sigh and present the tissue from where you hid it, snatching one and wiping the jam off your mouth quickly. “nevermind, i just thought…” you sound embarrassed, and your expression is hidden by your hair. “that was silly of me. we can just pretend this didn’t happen.” as you move to get up, riwoo suddenly realizes what you were trying to do all along—

”do you, i mean, that is, are you-” riwoo stumbles on his words.

you stop and cover your face with your hands. “yes, sanghyeok… i do like you, if it wasn’t obvious enough. that’s why i decided to do this stupid thing to try to flirt with you with the donuts, and it didn’t go as planned. i’m sorry for making you uncomfortable. you know what, i’ll just go now before i humiliate myself even more.” but before you can leave, riwoo is already grasping at your hand.

“wait! i, i- i also- me- me too,” riwoo says all in one breath and realizes how foolish he sounds. he can feel his face burning, but he braves on because he wants you to know that he feels the same way. “i… i like. like. you too.” your expression evolves into one of shock and then joy, then you’re descending upon him, knocking him down to the floor in a flurry of kisses across his face that he can’t help but giggle from.

once your little smooching session is done with, you gasp in indignation. “i can’t believe it took you a donut to confess! i should have done this earlier.”

“well… you were very convincing,” riwoo admits shyly, and he submits himself to another round of kisses (but he’s not complaining).

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lovebittenbyevans · 8 hours

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Ink At First Sight | One Shot

Summary: Choso is the owner of his own tattoo shop. When you heard so much about him you decided to check out the shop yourself

Pairing: Tattoo Artists! Choso Kamo x Female Reader

Warnings: pet names, one cursed words, slight flirting

Author note: my first time writing about Choso. Enjoy reading!

You looked at the tattoo design on the wall while waiting to be called next. You have been wanting a tattoo for a long time but you were afraid to get one. You want to make sure the tattoo you were planning to get is the one you fell in love with.

The door made a squeaky sound that almost startled you. “Y/N?” You turned around and noticed a handsome man with two long marks on his face. You almost forgot how to talk. “Y-Yes, that’s me.”

Fuck! Get it together

You notice he had tattoos on both of his arms alongside one hand had a skull tattoo mixed with a lion and the other hand was blank. He had a few ear piercings and an eyebrow pierced as well.

“I’m ready for you, sweetheart.” He says, with a polite smile.

You let out a breath walking to his door. You realize you must have a nice back because you can tell he works out. As your eyes take in the leather seat, leather workbench and a tray of needles, the only thing you are trying to control is your nerves.

“Have a seat on the chair.” He tells you.

You settle onto the chair as he sits down on a small stool at the side of your chair. “Before I forget. I’m Choso.” He introduces himself to you.

You nod. “Nice to meet you.”

“Do you know what tattoo you want?” He asks.

You pass him the book with your design on the paper. “Yeah, it’s a rose mixed with sunflowers.” His tongue slips across his lower lip while he looks at your drawing.

“Wow.” He mutters, glancing at you. “This is amazing! Do you have a meaning for it?” He sounds intrigued.

For the first time, you notice his purple eyes and the way it shines in the light. You never saw a handsome man with purple eyes ever.

“Um.” You chuckle a little. “My mom would call me Florrie for short because I was always planting flowers in her backyard when I was younger.”

He tilts his head to the side as he grabs his pencil from the table. “Florrie, huh? That’s cute.” You felt yourself blushing which caused your cheeks to be redden a bit.

“Yeah.” You say, clearing your throat.

When he begins to sketch on his own paper, you glance around his office taking in all the colorful drawings on the wall and the different colors on the wall.

“Where do you want it?” He questioned, speaking in a low voice.

You swallowed hard for a second and told him. “My middle forearm.”

“Ok.” He finished a few lines on his own paper. “How about this?” He picks up his paper and turns it toward you.

Your eyes widen. “Wow.” You notice he added a few colors to it and it was perfect the way he redrew what you had in mind.

You were impressed by the way he drew your design. You look at him with hope in your eyes. You were kind of speechless.

A smile on his face is mixed with a sparkle of happiness.

“This is your first tattoo? Let me know if you want any changes.” He scrunched the tip of nose as his eyes fixated on you.

You shake your head. “Yes and no it’s perfect.”

His lip quirked up a smirk. “So, you an ink virgin?”

You stammered a bit as your eyes widened. “A-A what?”

Choso laughs softly. “No tattoo on your body?” You want to sink low in this seat and hide. “No, I let it slip my mind.”

He shook his head. “Cute.”

You felt a bit shy in a way. “Can we s-start?” His eyes squeezed into an apologetic smile. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart.”

Choso sheaths his hands into a pair of thick black gloves. Tight latex grip at his skin and through your eyes you tried to get a better view of the tattoo on his wrist. He scoots closer, positioning the stencil in the middle of your forearm while letting it rest there for a few moments.

“How much is it going to hurt?” You were feeling more nervous than before.

He pulls the paper from your arm as you settle back in the chair. “It depends on how you tolerate pain.” At least he was being honest.

You blink a few times while trying to stay calm at the same time. “Let’s just get this over with.”

Choso runs the pad across your middle arm one more time. “Ain’t nothing to be scared of, Y/N.” He rolls over to collect his ink gun. “You ready?” You glance at your arm and then at him. “Yeah..I think so.”

He grins. “Be a good girl for me.” He praises you and tries to stay still as much as possible.

Choso always wanted to own a tattoo shop one day. He was happy he was able to save money to start his own business even though some of his family members didn’t believe in him.

He wipes across your skin as he spokes. “What made you want a tattoo?” Your skin stings while trying to ignore the pain.

“I'm not eighteen anymore so I figure it was time and I heard so much about you from my friends.” You started to feel kind of relaxed.

His piercing eyes stare at your arm while he continues doing your arm. “You heard of me, huh?” You can tell he had a smirk on his face even though you couldn’t see it because of the mask.

You rolled your eyes. “Yes, just how good you are.”

His pierce eyebrow arched. “I guess I am talked about the world neighborhood.”

Your eyes swept to his lower lip seeing his tongue stick out as he made eye contact with you. “Well, people talk. My ex used to talk about you all the time every time he showed me a new ink of his.”

He looks up at you with a slight smirk. “Oh? You got a type?”

A blush almost creeps up on your cheeks. “Uh, I–No.”

Choso can see you were all flushed on your face. He brushes his index finger along your lower arm. “Mhm.” A silence fills the rest of your appointment when you both hear footsteps and a voice. “Baby!”

As Choso finally finished your tattoo, he looked up at the women by his door. “What’s up Tierra?” He truly didn’t want to be bothered with her right now.

“I came to meet you for lunch.” She stood by the door eyeing you and him.

He took his phone and took a few photos of your tattoo, before wrapping it. “I’ll be there in a minute.” You can tell he sounds very annoyed. “Go sit out there for me T.”

You looked down at your arm and gasped. It looks amazing sitting against your skin as you notice the different colors and patterns that you wanted.

You got up from the chair and followed Choso out the door. You gave him a tip along with the money while he was standing behind the register. “Thank you again.” You say, taking vaseline and a piece of paper along with his card.

“No problem, Florrie.” He calls you by your nickname.

As you walk out the door hearing the bell ringing above, you continue to walk reading the paper he gave you.

Call me sweetheart, I would want to see you again

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yanderespamton78 · 26 days

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the current state of the arg

sorry guys the art isnt arting D:

(btw if youre confused on why i drew turnip like that i was referencing the picrew he did ages ago bc idk it looked fun to draw anddd i dont like taking reference off real life images)

#i felt like just a lillll bit of a creep relistening to voice messages over and over to find a good quote but. yk what. it was worth it #i totally didnt take reference from the really cool face i used in that animation because im still really proud of it #idk if emi or TD have a sona but if they do im not aware of it and i didnt feel like asking so i just drew both of them as blank characters #im too stressed to scheme lol #maybe #just maybe #i need to stop drinking tea because the caffiene makes me anxious #...#naaaaahhhh #i dont really know what to do with myself atm because i dont want to work on the animation unless turnon is ok out of pure spite #this morning i was absolutely radiating stress #i have a friend who shows up so we can walk together to school and she could tell smth was off lol #i literally could not hide it at all even if i wanted too #i kept pulling my hat over my face thats the main way you can tell that im stressed #not that it really matters that you know that bc none of you are ever gonna witness that but. fun fact abt me ig #ugh #if turnon dies i am gonna cry so hard <333 #and i wont finish the animation <333333333 #(at this point just trying anything to get turnon back)#im gonna make a word doc #i make word docs when im stressed /hj #quick question turnip : is there a way to get turnon out of the situation he is in or is he just gonna die and theres nothing we can do #about it /gen #because i have a sneaky suspicion that we cant actually do anything about this #i swear to god #LETS LOOK ON THE BRIGHT SIDE!!#A DEFRAG MIGHT COME OUT TMR!!#its been 21 days and a defrag takes on average 20-25 days #ough #turnip and addon im gonna find where you live and i will burn your respective houses down

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writhe · 1 year

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#TAGS TLDR YOU CAN NEVER TRULY GO HOME BUT DO YOU WANT TO?#writing a little for d&d and having feelings about this #it was really interesting jasper and i were working on some game mechanics and we kept getting stuck at weird parts and it developed into #this conversation where we realized we experience the world #in such fundamentally different ways. like specifically talking about how paranoia #manifests and stuff but even later in a broader sense like our experiences of time and everything is so different #and they'd be like 'well what if this is something that happened to lock' and id be like 'how could that be something that anyone would #experience' and they were like 'oh because i do'#(example here was my character not realizing he had been magically transported and filling in the blank with vague memories of travel but i #was like. are you not acutely aware of every single moment you are awake and in motion even if it is excruciatingly boring. and jasper #was like. 'oh...no. i could be transported from one place to another and if time passed i wouldnt even think about having traveled or not'#which was WILD to me but then we were like 'okay i guess this cannot be something that happened to lock' because i couldnt even fathom that #but like anyway idk we got weirdly deep dive-y about d&d stuff and personal lives and i had big feelings on it bc genuinely i feel like #there are facets and caverns in myself i have only ever touched in storytelling but particularly in this campaign #and i've joked a lot about Lock and other chars in this game being self inserts #but i mean it in a good way #like the ways we tell stories or experience a world we created together is going to be through an extension of ourselves etc #but it's interesting to me to consider the limitations that brings yknow? we all live by such vastly different sets of rules and #understandings #and im writing out some stuff now and im like. yknow.#lock can never truly go home. i can never truly go home. none of us can ever truly go home #home as shifting impermanence home as transience etc #2017 levi is back apparently but hes always been right

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hella1975 · 9 months

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the closest ill ever get to being a pick me girl is the joy that fills me when the chefs at work so clearly favouritise me. like im there nicely cleaned up in my smart-casual uniform just a 20 year old waitress smiling my customer service smile and behind me spawns Scary Dog Privilege 10x in the form of several burly middle-aged chefs at least three of which have criminal records and would all stick a bread knife in someone for bothering me

#like it's really funny bc i worked HARD with back of house bc i knew my job would be significantly easier if they liked me #(it speeds your orders through. you can ask for things without being told to fuck off during a rush. they'll get you food on shift etc)#and also there's a stereotype especially in fancier places where floor staff look down on kitchen staff and i think that's shitty #so i was always going to be try with them and be nice but ALSO when i first started my job it was in a peak era so while these days #we're struggling a lot and have had to employ a lot of college kids that dont know what they're doing #when i joined it was all private school girls that would swan about the place very snootily. so the divide between front and back of hosue #was INTENSE when i joined. and there i was a little state school girlie and the chefs immediately recognised that #and took me under their wing. so even though the class angle doesnt exist so much anymore and theres majority state schoolers #im still very much in with the chefs in a way not many of the other floor staff are. and there's also the fact im not scared of them #like chefs ARE rude and a lot of them DONT like or even respect floor staff but i will GLADLY tell them to fuck off if i think it necessary #and that's a language they understand like ironically there's one chef that doesnt get on with ANY of the waitresses #(i talked about him on another post he's the soup one) but he likes me bc when he tried that rude dismissive act i told him to shove it #and now the other waitresses literally SEND ME TO TALK TO HIM when they have questions/want something bc they know he'll listen to me #and me and the head chef are besties and the one kp will talk OVER THE OTHER WAITRESSES' heads and completely blank them #so she can talk to me and it's all just really funny bc the kitchen staff LOVE me and that's not even me being arrogant #it's like a known thing at work that they love me and im just. a 20 year old 5'2 waitress with my little pearl necklace and blouse #and some tattooed ginger mohawked 6ft chef is there getting angry for me when i come in complaining about a table #or the kp that is literally on probation will give me a sticky toffee pudding and tell everyone to leave me the fuck alone LMAO #hella slaves to capitalism

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roobylavender · 1 year

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one thought before i disappear again but i really fail to understand damian fans' logic or interaction with canon on any level like your entire engagement with him as a character relies on a bastardization of every person around him. i don't see what worth there is in comparing how dick and bruce are comparatively written as parental figures in damian's life when your primary basis for analysis is canon from a writer who believes (1) dick shouldn't be in a relationship with kory bc he's happy-go-lucky and hates drama; and (2) bruce's life as a hero naturally culminates in fascism. neither of these are good faith takes on the characters involved so how can you place any value in how either of them are portrayed to interact with damian by way of that. and obv this doesn't even get into the plethora of talia issues which i have essayed about to the point of exhaustion. like idk i get that i can't make people hate a character obv lol and for many damian fans that attachment is there bc they read about him when they were young but i still don't really understand what there is about damian to be invested in once you're an adult who realizes he is holistically built on character assassination and racist stereotypes that he is inseparable from. like you can't really analyze his interactions with anyone without the context for those interactions being shoddy writing of someone else and i know that can happen in comics a lot but it happening in isolation is different from it forming the entire basis for a character

#to be deleted #like idk the parental comparisons wrt damian make my eye twitch. you are arguing about bastardizations this is USELESS..#the fact that people genuinely believe bruce being written as an abusive asshole who would tell his child to his face that he doesn't like #him or treat him like an alienable object bc he didn't raise him himself and was turned into an animalistic assassination is just #so deeply insane to me like i get people don't like bruce sometimes it upsets me sure but the reasons are there but this just #feels so extreme bc it's literally built on the most egregious bastardization of bruce ever that refuses to even #acknowledge how deeply he loves and wants to help children not to mention how excited he was when talia was pregnant #and to be honest. to be HONEST. new teen titans dick would not have been able to stand damian at all #they do have some of that snark and dick is clearly annoyed with him when he has to take damian under his wing but like #it's ridiculously tame compared to how new teen titans dick would have reacted to someone so loath to team work #dick went to bruce's house when jason died and asked point blank why bruce put an incompetent kid out in the field #he's severely poor when it comes to tact and i'm not saying developing a relationship with damian would have been impossible but #it would have taken time and it would have taken time bc of DICK needing to adjust. not the other way around #dick is good at being a leader and taking charge when all the parts of a machine work in synchrony #what he's not good at is being faced with deviations from expectations esp when they cross the line with his morals #idk i know this is starting to sound like a bruce apologist dick hate post but it's really not i promise i just #i feel like people deliberately misunderstand their demeanors and expectations ESP in context of how they're written with damian #and bc when they're written with damian is at a time in dc comics where their respective character trajectories are practically #opposite to what they were twenty years ago rather than feeling like any kind of natural progression

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bluehairperson · 2 years

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I've read your tags about Nadia and I thought "welcome to the club!" (😆) I have very mixed feelings about her route too, for (almost) the same reasons! It's a shame, I wish I could appreciate more but it felt too much like the devs were alleviating the wrong of her actions and making her a perfect dom girlboss 😔

OH MY GOD, RIGHT??? THANK YOU, UGH 😭😭

I absolutely hate how she gets glorified by the narrative and some fans as this perfect goddes while she's just as childish, arrogant and entitled like Valerius and Lucio are. Really obnoxious that those two get rightfully villanized by the game but that with Nadia we're getting tied to a chair and spoon fed the narrative that she has never done anything wrong in her life.

The canon tells us over and over again that's she's a disgustingly rich monarch that married a tyrant on purpose just to try and steal his land as some kind of pet project to prove herself in front of her family and to enflate her own ego, but the moment Lucio didn't let her monopolize everything she started to close herself in her rooms to take naps just like a child throwing tantrums?

AND when she wakes up she keeps blaming her husband and the courtiers for Vesuvia's downfall as if she didn't have any sort of responsability towards the people of the city she decided to rule. Like... yikes. Am I supposed to think she's a good leader or even just a nice person?

Again: all of this is fine, great even. I love flawed characters and shitty people, Lucio and Valerius are my absolute favorites. But I find really pathetic these double standards in the narrative. I'll say it: it feels performative, fake and tokenizing. Not that I would expect any less by Nix Hydra. Allow Nadia to be a fully fledged person with flaws and faults of her own, cowards.

I legit thought that her route would have been about her acknowledging her entitlement and neglet towards the city but appartenly the biggest conflict between her and MC was about her *checks notes* ... paranoia. ... ok. Paranoia that she was right to have anyway because Valerius was literally just around the corner ready to stab her in the back, so?? What was the point.

Awfully written route. She would have worked great as the morally grey character/kinda shitty person she is, but I guess the devs were too busy to pat themselves on the back to do that.

#I'M SORRY YOU REALLY HIT A SORE SPOT I'M SO MAD ABOUT THIS #as I said there are a lot of scenes in her route that made me super uncomfortable but the absolute worse was the one slightly before #the two endings when she has a fight with Lucio in front of us Val and the Hierophant in his realm #the way it was written and the way the devs MAKE the mc side blindly with Nadia it really reads as some kind of empowering scene #like an abuse survivor telling her abuser off or something like that #but that's not what's happening? at all??#the devs said multiple times that lucio was never abusive to her he's just a shitty guy #and she was never a prisoner she could have left lucio and went back to phakra any time #the reason she didn't is probably because admitting she overestimated her own abilities hurted her ego + having to admit it to her family #so we get this awfully uncomfortable scene where this 40+ years old woman whines to her husband that she deserves the city he earned #in battle more than him for pretty much no reason apart the fact that she sucks slightly less than him #all of this while mc goes YAAAAAS MY MONARCH 😍😍😍 ACQUIRE MORE LAND 😍😍😍 TAKE WHAT IS RIGHTFULLY YOURS BECAUSE OF YOUR ROYAL BLOOD 🥰#hashtag girlboss hashtag queen #like yikes I'm sorry but what the fuck is everyone smoking #are we reading the same fucking route #absolute womanchild why is no one calling her this #IF she had been treated like lucio and val have been in the narrative then I would have been womanchild (affectionate) but like this is #point blank annoying sorry but yikes #I love lucio and val so much because they suck and they are allowed to do so but nadia sucks just as bad as them and I'm supposed to just #praise her for it for some reason #can you like... learn how to write please #please allow minority characters to be 3dimensional people with flaws and faults instead of this crap #you're really not doing a favor to anyone hiding everything she is under a rug and hoping no one notices #also I truly couldn't care less about defending or debating any of this if you don't agree or got mad touch grass #long post #asks

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imaginarypasta · 1 year

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i can’t even go like one week without losing my mind abt crepus and kaeya

#personal #THEY MEAN LITERALLY SO MUCH TO ME #because it is so complicated and there are so many lies there #but kaeya always talks about him like SO fondly #and i just. have so many questions. i want to know what he was like and what kaeya was like as a kid bc we have like no information for it..#i mean there’s some and i think you can sort of fill in the blanks but main personality traits i would argue are ambiguous #and crepus is like. everyone who mentions him does think of him positively yeah but not very in depth at all #and where we do get that seems like it’s very easily and largely biased #and like how did they interact what was their relationship like AGHHHH #and how did they MEET. the real story not the one kaeya tells people #which is like. so out of character for me i love the speculation i love the piecing together puzzle pieces for answers

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lesbianstarlightglimmer · 2 years

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Literally feel so sick I don’t want to go to my professional day tomorrow (the tags are trigger warnings!! nothing bad has happened to me I’m fine it’s just what I talk about in the tags. that way people can avoid it)

#meows #gun violence #school shooting #we’re supposed to do an active shooter drill #tomorrow and I’ve heard of them doing drills #where they actually have a fleet of cops #and someone shooting blanks and will tell you if you’ve ‘died’#I fucking hate America why is this supposed to be normal #like babe trust me I’m constantly on edge anywhere in public #just tell me what to do and I’ll do it I don’t need to act it out #plus I did the optional online training for it so I should be exempt #god my stomach hurts so badly #:(((

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dilfian · 2 years

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4 hour work<3 just that easy<3 kiss my ass l*wes<3 lol

#xoxo #actually i'm missing a whole table i consolidated too. oops. blanked when i took pics.#but yeah i didnt see o until almost 2 1/2 hrs after i clocked in lol i was like??? o?? where have you been.#apparently md (who was prev dl i believe. or de? idk. former mst manager who is now an asm) had her helping with things.#he was trying to get the middle aisle display set up and she didnt know what to do. so i told her she could tell him i was there and could #help out. she told him and came back and said he was excited LOL i went oh good. glad someone still appreciates my work.#anyways i emptied 2 carts of shade perennials and redid all the shade perennial tables.#then i pulled camellias and star jasmine from the front and made 2 rose tables. they needed to be spaced out and we have enough.#thennnn went inside and work with md and also the new mst manager and we settled on how many palette stacks and what to put there etc etc #and then o and i filled it up with the palms and i refilled the 3 tier. cause i walked in yesterday going ???#said word for word in the gc 'what in the seven hells is that' sbdndnf they just filled it all wonky with whatever plants ya know. eugh.#and then o and i moved the palette shelf to the back after i had reorganized that too. yeah. it was a good shift.#all in 4 hrs. i just got home. going to eat food.#also o went to the store manager and told him they should keep me at the store lmao. so he's been told by a lot of ppl now.#also md apparently said i should apply for green team.#i really dont see how it would work esp at this store. or just the tasks in general. its at the very bottom of my job list.#but i feel bad leaving everybody. . .😔 anyways

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twilightsparasite · 3 months

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Yes another message to you.

#my post #mine #this may be hard to hear but I have to tell you out of respect.#I completely understand now where you were coming from regarding my abusive behaviors towards you.#If I don’t get a chance to say it to you face to face then this is the best that I can do #I am so sorry that my bond towards you was not strong enough because I allowed my own personal issues to get in the way of our future #well no actually. I’m so sorry that I allowed my feelings to get the best of me regarding other things when I should have been focused on #our bond.#I hope one day I will get the chance to apologize in person #anyways. what I was trying to say #if you can whole heartedly tell me that you understand unconditional love #then you will understand my reasons for needing to follow through with the court case #as sad and as much heartbreak it puts me through. I have to hold you accountable for your actions.#if I don’t. no one else will and you deserve someone in your life As DoEs AnYoNe #I wish you had the restraint to not do what you did…. I’m so sorry that we put ourselves through that mess.#you were already aware of your place in life. and I’ve now found mine.#thank you for helping me.#I don’t want you in my life though unfortunately because I cannot forgive you for putting me in a chokehold and attempting to finger me #and I don’t even want to allow my brain to think of where your mind was because I already can and I refuse to allow myself to #I know what you are capable of and that is why you have to accept whatever punishment you deserve. POINT BLANK . BLACK AND WHITE . THAT IS #A FACT #if you can prove me wrong I’m listening but I know you cannot so eat your guilt #I will be wishing you nothing but happiness

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violentdevotion · 5 months

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man i'm also in the mood for storytelling/gossip but have nothing to say. SAD! (send ameera gossipy asks so i can read them.NOW😠🔪🔪)

YOU HEARD THEM!!!! SEND ME GOSSIP please ☺️

#ameeras.got.mail #at work today was just me and one other coworker (that coworker) and we were talking and i was like yeah i have a rly good memory for gossi #so i dont remember names or dates but i WILL remember stories #bc he was complaining abt a diff coworker and i was like ohh didnt he do [blank] ? and he was like no let me tell you what he DID DO #and then he told me gossip HIS gf tells him from HER work #and i weighed in on that and everytime i come in he says to me 'i told my gf abt (thing i spoke about the day before) so i hope next time i #in he tells me he told his gf that i agree with her and that guy that unfollowed her was being a prick #but like i love gossip sooo much especially when its inconsuquential to me like yessss plsss tell me abt your grandmother #and then ill tell my friends who wont care #i also told him gossip like its not one sided i prommy. except for now where it will be bc i want to hesr other ppls gossip

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shotmrmiller · 3 months

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pornstar au

f!reader x simon 'ghost' riley

3.7k words (sorry)

tw: teacher-student relationship but it's just a scene for porn. explicit. horrifyingly so.

You burst into the classroom and stride purposefully towards your professor, who is seated in his leather chair, engrossed in his work. Impatiently tapping your foot, you waited for him to finish marking essays. However, after 5 minutes, your patience with this unbearable man ran out.

"Professor."

He hums, a deep sound coming from the back of his throat yet doesn't look up from what he's doing. A real piece of work, he is. How fucking aggravating.

"Professor Riley," your voice takes an irreverent tone.

The hand that had been writing non-stop comes to a sudden pause, and he finally directs his attention to you. Meeting your gaze, his dark eyes are hooded, his lips set in a firm line. His job is to literally deal with students, yet he dares to look annoyed.

"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong 'r am I gonna have to learn how to read minds?" he states.

Taking in a calming breath, you clench the crumpled essay in your hand. "Can you explain to me why you failed me on this? I did exactly as you asked!"

He must know precisely what you're talking about because he simply turns back to the papers on his desk.

"Tha's your problem. You did exactly as I asked, with no thought behind it. Just wrote the bare minimum, if you can even call it writin'. It's copy-paste," Professor Riley sets the pen down and leans back in the chair.

"I need ya to use tha' head o' yours when in this class. Otherwise, you'll fail the rest o' your classes too."

Fucking hell.

Professor Riley shifts in his seat, seemingly done with the conversation, and finishes, "If tha's all."

Shit. Your pause is too long, and the director calls it. Fuck.

"I'm really sorry, Ghost, I didn't mean-" Your words of apology dissolve into thin air as his strong hand finds its place on your hip— giving it a gentle, but firm squeeze.

"S'all righ', love. Mistakes happen. Matter fact," his eyes drift from you to behind you to beckon someone with two fingers. "C'mere, you."

It's the set assistant, and he's brought the script with him. Ghost swiftly stops him from handing it to you, instead pushing it onto the assistant's chest. "Won't be needin' tha', thanks. Tell the director tha' we'll be ad-libin'. Now sod off."

The assistant follows his command in haste, scurrying off to follow Ghost's instructions.

"Hey," he murmurs. Your eyes meet his, feeling the intensity of it quickens your heartbeat. "Say whatever you like, just remember to follow the storyline, alright?"

Follow the storyline. In porn. The irony isn't lost on you, but you bite the side of your gummy cheek to keep from laughing. "Yes, sir."

He drops his hand from where he held you slowly, seemingly almost reluctant to let go. "Ready?" Ghost's thin lips curl into a smirk when you nod at his question. "Good girl."

Your fingers tightly grip the flimsy material of your uniform skirt at his praise, and warmth pools in your lower belly.

His good girl.

A high-pitched voice cuts through your thoughts, signaling the restart of the shooting. You exhale a long breath, unclenching your hands in the process.

Action.

"If tha' all." Ghost reaches for his pen when you frantically grab onto his Oxford sleeve.

"Wait, Professor, please! I can't," you stammer, "I cannot fail this class! My parents would kill me if I studied abroad only to flunk. The tuition—"

His tone is authoritative as he abruptly cuts off your lengthy excuse. "Enough. Nothing can change the mark I've given you."

Your ears pricked up at his wording, and the corners of your lips pulled up into a roguish smile. "No?" Ghost stills before turning to face you, countenance blank. "Nothing at all, Professor?" With a coy tilt of your head, your wide, doe-like eyes meet his as your fingertips trace an alluring path from his forearm down to his knuckles.

"I really can't convince you in any way to change that grade for me?" You lean on the edge of his wooden desk— skirt so short it doesn't even graze the surface of it— and lightly curl your hand around his pointer finger. "It can be our little secret, Professor Riley," you purr.

Ghost lifts a single brow, and settles back into his seat, arms crossed over his barrel chest as his eyes travel from your feet to your exposed cleavage, fixating on the soft skin peeking out from your uniform top.

"Please?" his hushed voice reverberates inside your skull. "I promise to be a good girl."

That catches his attention, eyes flashing to yours, the fire behind them hot— you hope it burns you.

"'Sat, right? Tha' changes things now, doesn't it?" Ghost rolls his chair back, away from his desk, and spreads his thick legs apart in invitation, arms resting on the rests— the dictionary definition of casual. "Convince me then, pet."

"Yes, sir." Sauntering to stand in between his legs, you swallow thickly— the bulge in his groin was quite frankly, intimidating. You've had large, but this was in a league of its own.

"You gonna do it from up there? I know I'm bigger than average but not tha' big." A huff escapes from your lips. A whole comedian.

Knees pressed into the cold, tile floor, you expertly undo the button of his trousers and with his help, pulled them down along with his pants— just enough for his cock to spring free.

Bloody fucking hell.

His cock is monstrous. It rested against his belly, heavy and thick. The pink tip slightly peeking from under his foreskin. There was a groomed thatch of coarse hair at the base, and his balls were also heavy— one hanging lower than the other.

Ghost leans forward and cradles the underside of your jaw with one large hand, fingers gently caressing the delicate skin of your cheek, while the other pumps his rigid cock in anticipation. "Not scared, are ya?" His grin was wicked. "I promise it don't bite."

Grabbing his wrist, you maneuver his hand so that his thumb now rests on your soft lips. "Might not, but I do, Professor." And catch the tip of his finger between your blunt teeth, the subtle sting of it making him hiss.

"Perfect, pretty girl," he says, almost inaudible. His words of praise are for you alone— not for the scene, nor the camera. You peer up at him through your lashes, mewling softly at the expression on his face.

His brow was set, hooded eyes sultry, a rosy hue across his cheeks and nose, and lips parted as he panted quietly.

Delicious.

Ghost then pushes his thumb further into your slick mouth and hooks it behind your bottom teeth, delicately pulling you closer to him as he tips his head down— taking his thumb out with a pop. His warm breath fans across your face as he moves closer until his lips connect with yours. He slid his tongue into your mouth, tasting of frosty mint and his own unique taste.

Your hands come up, fingers digging into the meat of his thighs when he grasps your wrist and moves it to the focal point of his desire— his breath hitching when you give his cock a firm squeeze. Ghost bites your bottom lip before breaking away, a guttural noise escaping him when you begin to stroke him. "Tighten your hand around—" he breaks off, moaning against your kiss-swollen lips when you comply.

He threads his fingers through your hair that sits at the base of your skull, curling them into a fist and tugging back— craning your neck, hair pulled taut.

"So obedient. Jus' f'me, love?" you hum cheekily, a mischievous grin spreading across your face.

"Would you hold it against me if I said no?" he chuckles under his breath, the grip on your hair tightening marginally.

"I'd say tha' you're lyin'." He sucks in a breath when you press down lightly onto his slit with your thumb. "Cheeky."

He loosens the hold he has on you, feeling your scalp prickle with tender relief, and relaxes back into the chair. "All yours, sweetheart."

That light wasn't getting any greener, so with a grunt, you shifted your weight, ignoring your aching knees, and wrapped your lips around his cock.

Barely.

The salty bite of his arousal and musk spread on your tongue as you took him in deep, stilling once he hit the back of your throat.

"Fuck, look at me."

Slightly tipping your head back, you do as he says, your throat closing around him as he slips in even further.

"Fuckfuckfuck," a hiss, "such a hot little mouth, just swallowin' me righ' up." Your lungs burn with the lack of oxygen, forcing you to pull back to gasp for air. Ghost squeezes himself at the base and taps your cheek with his saliva-coated length.

"A dirty slag like you, jus' takin' me like a professional. Tha' what you are? A professional cock sucker, love?" he taunts. Your pussy clenches when he calls you a slag, pressing your thighs together in the hope of some friction; Something to alleviate the throbbing ache in between your legs.

Ghost with eyes as keen as ever, notices. Damn.

"Oh? Little harlot likes to get degraded, does she? Reminded of her place? How I'd love to teach you exactly where you belong, but tha' wouldn't be you convincin' me to change your bad grade, now would it?"

His cock taps on your swollen lips. "Another time, hm? Now open. Make me see reason."

Ghost's wish is your command. With enthusiasm, you take him in your mouth, slowly bobbing your head, place a hand right under your lips, and twist with every push and pull.

It's sloppy, spit covering your hand, dripping down to his balls. Your jaw aches, a burning pressure a little under your ear, but what gives you the strength to continue is the loud moans coming from Ghost. He holds nothing back, his hand engulfing the crown of your head while he gently pushes you down. A performer down to his very bones.

You were about to pause the recording, the pain in your mandible and knees almost becoming too much when he suddenly pulled you off of him.

"Wha—?" Ghost seizes you by the upper arms, forcibly bringing you to your feet, disregarding your pained whimper, and places you on the sturdy desk.

He's curling his fingers into the waistband of your frilly knickers, slipping them down your legs and pocketing them. There's a quiet popping sound when he bends his knees, going eye level with your bare cunt.

In a hushed tone, you say, "This isn't part of the scene." Ghost drags his eyes from your glistening slit to your face, gaze suffocating, smothering the very air in your lungs.

"Just a taste, love." He curls one hand under your thigh, lifting it to perch it on the edge of the desk, the other he throws over his strong shoulder. The only sound in the room is your soft moans as he expertly slides his warm tongue through your slick folds, sending waves of pleasure through your body.

By god does he eat pussy like it's his job. Peering down at him, you can't stop the sounds that spill from your mouth when his tongue visibly splits your pussy lips open, flicking at your clit, lapping up your arousal like it is honey. You take hold of his short hair, tugging at the strands as each swirl of his talented tongue pushes you closer to your peak.

His eyes cut to yours when he presses a thick finger into you, drinking in your desperate expression as you keen, begging for more, blabbering about it being so good, yet not enough, please god more.

Ghost curls his finger, only taking a second to find your sweet spot, and pushes— bursts of light flashing in your peripheral vision. You begin to rock your hips unconsciously, chasing your ecstasy, and Ghost simply flattens his tongue, letting you grind against it.

You teeter on the edge of bliss, a tightening in your stomach, right under where his finger is. Shaky exhales leave you, the leg that's on the desk visibly trembling from the tension that threatens to snap you in half.

He presses a kiss to your sodden pussy, and croons, "Gonna come f'me?" You jerkily nod.

"Yes fuck yes, I'm gonna come for you, just for you, Professor Riley pleaseee—" your blathering turns into a high-pitched squeal as he lightly sucks on your pearl, hips lifting off the desk as a blinding orgasm crashes into you, pleasure bursting through your very core, cunt pulsating with every wave of ecstasy around Ghost's finger.

He wastes no time in rising to his feet and slotting his mouth over yours, the taste of your slick strong, potent on his tongue. Ghost breaks away, his breath smelling of your desire. "Exquisite, like ambrosia. Addicting."

Ghost's hand cups your sensitive quim and whispers, "Think you can take me? Tha' orgasm took a lot outta ya."

Silly question. "I'm a big girl, Ghost. I can take it."

He licks the front of his teeth and glances down to where his hand rests. "Course you can, love. Turn around f'me."

Your movements are sluggish as you turn over onto your stomach, rising to the tip of your toes as you present yourself to him.

Ghost grabs the sides of your waist, and flips your skirt up, tucking the edge into the waistband of it. His hands palm your cheeks, thumbs digging into the meat of your ass to spread you open, completely exposed to him.

"Fuck me if tha' isn't the prettiest sight I've ever had the pleasure of seein'." He doesn't acknowledge your scoff as he spreads your hands out, placing them flat on the table— enveloping your hand with his own, intertwining his fingers with yours.

His leans over your semi-prone body, cock gently prodding at your entrance, gliding easily through your folds. "Ready?"

Arching your back, his tip slips inside, just barely. That's your answer.

You can hear the smarmy grin that spreads on his face, and wanted to snark back but you're rendered mute when he pushes in. Your eyes cross at the stretch of his cock, a feeling so sublime you know that no one will ever be able to duplicate. Your fingers tighten around his as you mewl when he bottoms out, hips flush against your arse.

Ghost sucks in a breath through his teeth when you shift your weight, and whatever you did has him sliding in deeper— turning his hiss into a guttural groan. "Fuck, you have no fuckin' idea how good you feel."

Probably not, but you have every idea how good he feels.

"You okay, love? Took me so well like you were made jus' f'me. So warm and soft, tight like a vice around my cock. Pretty pussy split wide open, stuffed full of me." He speaks unfettered filth to you, dripping over your ears like molasses, thick and syrupy. Your head feels heavy on your shoulders— dizzy, drunk on his scent, his cock that's got you tearing at the seams.

Then he begins to move, pulling out until an inch remains inside, and pushing in until he's nudging the plug of your womb, feeling a deep pinch under your navel.

This is what it's like to get fucked by Ghost. The one everyone covets after, hoping he drags down the very heavens with his bare hands and lays it at their feet. And here he is, fucking you. A newbie, a fresh face no one knows yet, a name that'll probably never grace the front page.

You doubt his motives are altruistic, but goddamn does it not matter; Not with the way he's carving a space inside of you that only he will ever fit in, or the way he's curling his free hand around your neck, thumb pressed right over your racing pulse.

He lowers himself until his strong chest is to your back, his teeth nipping the tip of your ear. "The moment I saw you gettin' fucked by Johnny, I knew I had t'have ya." Your walls clamp down on him involuntarily, wrenching a pained noise from him. "Fuckin' hell, I knew this pussy would be magical."

Ghost's lips skim over the shell of your ear before pressing a chaste kiss on it. "Lemme hear how good I make ya feel, pet. Don't hold back on me now." He grinds into your arse, going in so deep that it feels like he's trying to push past the entrance of your womb. "S'alrigh'. I'll jus' have t'pull 'em outta ya."

He releases you, placing both hands flat on the desk, on either side of your shoulders. "Take em for myself, make 'em mine." Straightening all the way, he digs his fingers into the soft flesh of your waist.

"What a view. Perfection." He rolls his hips, rhythm languid, loud squelching noises coming from where he fills you. "Drippin' cream all over my cock, pet. Can't tell me this isn't 'cause of me."

How the fuck can he still talk? How is he coherent? Why isn't his brain turned into mush like yours is?

"Fuckin' ya speechless, am I? Oh, sweetheart, but I'm barely gettin' started." Ghost slowly pulls out, and curls his hand around your shoulder, nudging you to turn over. "On your back, now."

You lazily flip over, hair sticking to your sweat-slick skin, and he hooks his arms underneath your legs and drags you to the edge until your arse hangs from it. "I wanna see that pretty face when you come." He wastes no time in sheathing himself back inside your swollen channel, walls fluttering at the invasion.

Ghost hooks one leg over his shoulder to lean forward, pinning you to the desk with his upper body, and maneuvers your other to wrap around his wide waist. "That cock drunk look on your face makes my balls tighten, what a fuckin' expression you've got, christ," he growls. "Knowin' I put it there makes it all the better."

He gives you a chaste kiss on the lips and gives you a smile that is all teeth. "Now let's make you sing."

Grunting, he straightens. plants his feet firmly, stance wide, and begins to fuck you. The videos of the famed Ghost you saw are nothing, nothing, in comparison to real life. His full weight is behind every spine-jarring thrust, it makes your teeth clack, it rattles your brain inside your skull. He does it so perfectly because at no point do you feel any discomfort, not even a twinge. It's all a pleasure that blazes, an all-encompassing heat that threatens to swallow you whole, burn you from the inside out.

His cock punches the breath out of your lungs, wails clawing out of your throat, and it's so good, so fucking good— god, maybe he is god, you don't know, everything is so blurry, hazy—

All senses focus on the sudden touch between your legs, an expert thumb drawing tight circles on your slippery clit and there's no way you're going to survive this—

"There she is, the girl I saw in the video. Tha's an expression I see in myfuckin' sleep. Give me what's mine, pet. Let me feel you, cream all over my cock."

He's relentless in his pursuit of your climax, a wave of pleasure so intense, it just might drag you out to sea, drowning you.

Ghost, the fucking god of sex, stops his ministrations to spit on your pussy. Spit. From his full height, a glob of warm saliva drops to your mons, and he smears it with his fingers over your pussy lips before rubbing your clit. His thrusts slow in pace, turning into a firm snap of his hips, making sure you feel every ridge of his cock, and in less than a minute, your spine arches off the desk.

Your mouth opens into a silent scream, lids snapping shut as you break underneath him, warmth gushing from where he's continuously sinking into you, a steady, slow rhythm that never ends.

"Came all over me, didn't ya? Bet you didn't know you could even do tha'."

You didn't.

"Jus' for tha', I'm gonna give you somethin' in return, yeah? A little reward for bein' so good," he praises.

Your tongue is heavy in your mouth, swollen and thick, and unconsciousness creeps at the very edges of your mind.

All you can do is lie there and take it, his sloppy thrusts, his harsh panting until he moans, "'m close, so fuckin' close," and with whatever remnants of strength you have left, you use to squeeze him tightly— unwilling to let go because his come is yours now, you've earned it.

"Come in me, Ghost," you whimper.

That does it. He slams his hands on either side of your head and borderline roars out his release, cock twitching inside of your used cunt, filling you with his spend.

Cut.

Ghost's breathing is labored, a harsh pant that fans over your overheated skin, damp with sweat.

His brows are furrowed, his eyes squeezed shut, gulping in air and shivering in the aftershock of his climax.

To be fucked by Ghost is to see the Garden of Eden behind your eyelids.

Now you understand. You understand why he has no equal. He is unparalleled.

Jesus Christ, you're fucked. So, so fucked.

He slowly opens his eyes and peers down at you with a wolfish grin.

"Perfection."

A week later, your video with Ghost is the most viewed on the entire website. Not one other video even scratches the bottom of where your video sits.

Ghost truly is the king.

Curiously enough, your friend is the one who lets you know that Mr. life-altering cock himself never kisses during work. Not once in any video of his has he ever kissed, apart from a short pressing of lips to skin.

Your heart traitorously flutters at the thought of it meaning something more. Catching feelings when you get fucked for a living is not the move. But there's no stopping it from misbehaving, especially when you receive another script, to make another video with Ghost.

Another. one.

Fuck. Fuck!!

You cannot wait.

@mishaglass

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tchaikovskym · 9 months

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Tumblr might be straight shooting itself into death with all the greedy copycat changes, but by far the biggest enemy on the world wide web for me is Microsoft SharePoint

#i hate sharepoint with burning passion #GIVE ME FIELDS BITCH WHY DO YOU THINK I USE WORD #and i just. cant tell my boss that i need to use fields or else making fillable forms on sharepoint is uselss.#she doesnt know.#so now i have to download it and then reupload it again #so. as a result. we have like a list of equipment that other people are supposed to tick in what they want but they cant delete the previous #ticks and since we dont have a blank template and always just recopy a filled one we never know what is meant #and i hate it with BURNING passion #id rather send docx to everyone personally but thats too OUTDATED #she said it wasnt cool that i sent everyone an excel file instead of sharepoint #GOODMORNING BOSS YOU SUCK WITH YOUR STUPID DREAMS ABOUT FUTURISTIC ENVIROMMEMT #BECAUSE THE FUTURISTIC ENVIRONMENT IS NOT FUNCTIONAL #LET ME SEND DOCX AND XLSX AS FILES THAT ONE SHOULD EDIT ON THEIR COMPUTER ITS BETTEE THAN THE HELL IM LIVING IN #and dont get me started on formatting in sharepoint either its hell #you cant even text wrap a picture so it works #and where on earth can i even find my files. in a folder. i dont need the suggested page or recent page i need my documents in a folder and #i need the shared folder in a folder. why would i #arrgh #i just hate sharepoint with burning passion

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donatellawritings · 3 months

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What about instead of rage giving the reader the silent treatment let’s switch the roles and instead the reader gives rage the silent treatmentt plsss

you were being a chatty little princess. you couldn’t help how excited and giddy you were today — the sun was shining bright, the sky a pretty baby blue, the air smelled fresh and sweet, everything just seemed to have been going picture perfect for you. so, when rafe brought you along with him to the country club to catch up with kelce and topper, you were all smiles, to the point where your cherub cheeks and glossy lips ached from being so stretched. you sat prettily on rafe’s lap, even more bubbly than usual thanks to the pomegranate martini you’d been sipping on.

rafe’s hand mindlessly tapped against the side of your thigh as he spoke to topper about this new boat that he’d been eyeing, causing your doe eyes to widen as your lips parted, “oh my god, topper it’s so pretty and i told rafe that he should-” you cut in, oblivious to this being your fourth time interrupting rafe while he spoke to the guys. it wasn’t until rafe had finally corrected you that you realized your silly mistake.

“hey, y’gonna let me finish talkin’ to top, or are y’gonna keep on interrupting me?” rafe scolded, his voice cold and stern as he lightly grabbed your jaw, his bright blue eyes hanging low as he sent you a chilling warning look. a soft exhale left your nose as your eyes glazed over with threatening tears, with an obedient nod. now returning his attention to topper, rafe cleared his throat before continuing, “so, yeah m’probably gonna have it by next week — just waiting on my guy to have it all dolled up for me,” rafe sighed, ignoring the slight pang in his chest as you fiddled with your fingers and kept your gaze trained on your feet.

he could tell that you were trying your very best, not to cry.

you remained silent for the remainder of the day, only allowing yourself to extend a forced courteous smile to topper and kelce, once rafe decided it was time to go home. he didn’t miss the way you simply nodded or shook your head whenever the server asked you a question, or how you quickly wiped your eyes before a stream of tears could flow door your cheeks. could rafe do without your constant interjections? yes, but he had to admit that the conversation just wasn’t as engaging without your light and airy commentary.

so, rafe decided that he’d play all of your favorite songs, once you were comfortably seated in your passenger seat with your seatbelt fastened, his pink lips running dry as you remained blank of any emotion. reaching over the center console, rafe laying his hand right above your knee, squeezing the plush skin of your thigh, to get you to look at him, “hey, mama — y’doing okay?” he questions, quickly glancing over to you as you wordlessly nodded, your dolly eyes fluttering closed as rafe sighed in defeat, before bringing his hand back to the steering wheel. he had to admit that watching you leaning your head against the window to fall asleep, instead of his shoulder, stung him a little.

what gnawed at rafe the most, was that you weren’t being quiet as a punishment, you genuinely believed that rafe wanted you to stop talking, to the point where even he couldn’t get you to say a word to him. it’d been about four hours and he missed hearing you, he missed the way his name fell off of your tongue, the way your accent peaked with certain words, how you’d console him in spanish, but mostly, he missed hearing you call him ‘papi’.

it didn’t take long for you to fall asleep, thanks to the two cocktails you’d drank earlier, leaving rafe overtly excited to take the chance to get you in his arms, the moment he parked his car, rushing to the passenger side as he scooped you into his arms, his forearm resting underneath the soft curve of your ass, while his free hand gently slid over your waist. a low whine left your swollen lips as you kept your head leaned against rafe’s shoulder, sighing sleepily as you allowed your boyfriend to carry you inside of tannyhill.

pressing a kiss to your cheek, rafe was quick to take a seat on the couch with you on his lap, he needed this silence to end, before he flipped the fuck out, “i don’t like that y’not talking to me, mama — m’about to lose my mind, not hearing my pretty girl,” rafe coos sweetly into your ear, pressing another kiss to your cheek as you sigh, leaning your head closer into his shoulder. “y’not in trouble, baby, i just wanted to finish talking to topper and i know you’re excited about the boat,” rafe squeezed your waist, beckoning for you to look at him — he needed to make sure that you knew that he still saw you as his sweet girl.

compliantly, you lifted your head, your sleepy doe eyes bright as met rafe’s unwavering gaze, a small huff leaving you as you parted your now barely-glossed lips, “i just didn’t want to annoy you, papi —” you began, rafe’s eyes softening as your sweet voice ran like warm honey in his ears. you innocently shifted yourself on his lap, your swollen lips just aching to be kissed by rafe’s, “i know i was just being too excited,” you sighed, ending your small ramble as rafe simply stared at you blankly, licking over his lips as he shamelessly ogled yours.

the second you cocked your head to the side in confusion, rafe’s mouth was on yours, enveloping you in a disgustingly sloppy, but needy kiss. a throaty moan left rafe’s throat as his hand slid up to the back of your neck, securely holding your face against his as he messily licked into your mouth, spit smearing across your chin as you struggled to catch your breath, “papi, wait — i can’t breathe,” you giggled, your words instantly swallowed by rafe’s mouth as his tongue mushed slush against yours, the two of you whimpering with greed as rafe leaned forward, with you still clinging onto his lap, his shiny, spit-covered lips trailing down to your prettily pushed-up breasts.

“missed hearing y’fuckin’ voice, mama,” rafe mumbled, his voice broken and hoarse as you smiled cheesily, beaming with the fact that rafe missed you.

#anon #asks #rafe cameron prompt #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron #obx imagine #obx #sweetheart!reader

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