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lokisgoodgirl · 5 months

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Believe Me [Loki x Reader]

A Link to my Masterlist is HERE Summary: Home from a mission in the dead of night, Loki requires absolution (w/c 1.4k) Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smutty. Avenger!Loki. Established relationship. Mild sub!loki, non-toxic jealously, 'authorised' mild infidelity (missions, innit).

You had dozed, slipping between the fleeting embrace of slumber. Snatches came and went, the cool of your pillow turning hot before you turned it again.

Fat feathers crisped as you lowered your head. The finest Asgardian goose. Loki insisted. With each wave of consciousness, you tried not to think of your lover destructively flirting his way through a honeytrap mission tonight. The poor mark didn’t stand a chance. You checked the clock. 03.23.

But something feels different.

Sitting up, you squinted beyond the darkness.

On the far side of the room, a wing-back chair rose in the gloom. The draped silk of your discarded robe still hung over the armrest, but it shimmered. It was moving. Black became grey as your eyes adjusted, seeing pale fingers weaving silk between them.

You saw him now.

Legs crossed, back straight and chin dipped as he watched you sleep while he bathed in shadow. Curls sat effortlessly back from his face, slices of cheekbone protruding from blackest night.

The shade of his suit was at one with the leather behind, but Loki’s bright eyes smouldered; embers of starlight and dying galaxies deep in the darkness. “I didn’t wish to wake you, love” he murmured, pulling the silk hem through his fingers a final time before letting it fall.

One long leg unfurled over the other, the click of his heel meeting the floor making you clench beneath the bed-covers. You were wet already. So wet. Like your body could sense his presence, if not yet your mind. She always could.

Like a dream, you cast the duvet back and rose; bare feet padding across the boards towards him. Cool air sent gooseflesh rippling up your thighs, your arms; the curves of your body protected only by a flimsy camisole. Only a few more steps. The leather of the chair squeaked as his thighs spread against the sides. “Loki,” you breathed, cupping his face.

No sooner had the name left your lips than a row of candles flickered to life, illuminating him from behind. They floated in the air, rivulets of wax already spilling soft rolls down the sides. “Hel-lo,” he purred teasingly. One eyebrow cocked. And the threat of a smirk pressing against his cheeks.

For the first time, you noticed his unusual attire. A three piece suit, with its crowning glory the drip of starched ruffles cascading down his chest to the high waist of his trousers. He shifted in the chair, the pad of a fingertip brushing a close-lipped smile.

“Steve really went Ken-doll on you tonight, huh?” you teased, mirth ebbing to renewed desire as he drew the fingers to the bow-tie fastened at his neck.

He shrugged, tugging it slowly, letting the silk unfurl. It hung perfectly around his collar. You wondered if he would tie you up with it. You hoped he would.

In a flash, two large hands cupped your ass, pulling you down to his lap. With a gasp you managed to straddle him, slotting your knees on either side of his thick trunk. You kissed him deeply, savouring the softness of his tongue as it welled and licked and loved you. The ceremony was about to begin. His fingers spread against your cheeks, pulling and massaging as he groaned into your throat.

He tasted like jealousy. Traces of expensive perfume lingering on his skin and the faint hang of some rich whisky doing its best to conceal it. A thrill flooded through you, imagining the mark's desire roaring through her blood as she felt his muscle ripple beneath her touch. But Loki would never betray you, not beyond the emotionless tactics his position required.

Your thumb skated up his cheek, catching a patch of forgotten lipstick near his ear. Forgotten? No. You knew better than that. Whenever Loki came home from ensnaring a target with his wiles, he never missed the chance to make sure you knew who he belonged to. It was a mission. It was nothing. But ceremony must be upheld. His lips waxed and waned deeper, firing passion setting you alight. Every swallow was harsher and deeper than the last. Like he might lose you in the darkness. Loki grunted wetly as you scooted closer on his lap, chest flush to your colossus of a lover while his fingers wound in your hair. Your digits slid down his chest, feeling the ropes of muscle bound beneath starched folds. You broke apart just long enough to whisper the question he was waiting for. "You had to kiss this one?" You let the playful mist of a snarl hang on the air. Loki growled in response while you began working down his chin, along the long blade of his jawline. Letting the tip of your tongue run over the angle of his bone structure.

“Yes,” he rasped while you dropped lower, fastening to the slender muscle of his neck. You took a moment to appreciate his Adam’s apple work as he swallowed hard, ragged breaths ripping the air. His head fell back. “Only for a minute,” he panted to the ceiling. “It was perfunctory.”

Honestly from the god of lies, you’d found, was the greatest aphrodisiac of all.

“Where?” you asked, closing your eyes against his skin. “Against the wall,” he choked. His breaths were short. Loki’s fingernails grazed down the exposed skin between your shoulder-blades while you began to gently gyrate in circles. The god’s thick cock snaked down his thigh, ferociously hard against the tight fabric. At the mercy of your movements.

His brow creased as you slid back and forth, wetted lips parting with a needy gasp. “Did she want you?” you goaded, sliding the heel of your palm over one of his cheekbones. It raked through his hair. "Of course," he strummed, thighs beginning to tremble beneath your hips. Loki's hands ran in worship up the curve of your waist. "And did you want her?" you asked coyly. Loki pouted before a gentle tug of the camisole made your breasts spilled into his waiting hands. “Never,” he breathed; eyes flashing dangerously as he lifted them to meet yours. “Never.” You slid a hand down his torso, through the mass of white foliage ruffles which lapped against your palm in flickering candlelight. They were hard, and yet soft. Just like him. And stiff. That too, was a common attribute.

Slowly, you reached the button of his trousers. Loki thrust into the touch, biting his lip with a flinch. His brows knitted together.

One button popped beneath your fingers. Then two.

He leant forward, pushing your cleavage together and burying his face deep. The god’s nose slotted perfectly between the mounds of flesh he sought, drowning himself in the scent of you. The feel of you. His muffled moans of anticipation made you squirm on his lap, rubbing your bare pussy against his sprung manhood.

Pants and wet grunts of desire filled the air before Loki surfaced, kissing manically up the path to your lips. He consumed you again, his palm skating up the nape of your neck in a violent embrace. Waves of stiff ruffles grazed your nipples, sending electric shocks of pleasure to your dripping core. Had you ever needed him more than this? You were certain you had. But you couldn’t remember when.

Loki’s hands massaged your ass, pulling you deeper against his face. His shirt ruffles scratched your inner thighs, the tender caress making you mewl his name to the ceiling.

“Say you believe me,” he gasped in desperation.

It was a dark prayer. And a desperate one, at that. A ring of saliva was smeared across his lower face. The words chanted on repeat as your searching fingers lined him up between your slick thighs.

“Say you believe me,” he pleaded, slurring. His throat clung to the final syllable, rasping it through a torturous exhale.

The tip of his cock jarred against your slit, a sticky mess of pre-cum and arousal webbing with each slow buck. He was trembling with the effort of resistance.

He would not. Not until the ceremony of his forgiveness was complete.

You looked down at him, head resting against the back of the chair. Carefully coiffured hair now hung around his cheekbones, jutting at mussed angles. Half-lidded eyes observed you with reverence, submission. A pilgrim awaiting absolution. You smiled. Leaning in, you traced the taut vein popping in his neck. Felt every bob and tighten as he swallowed on your ascent. The little mewls from his pretty lips. And all the while, his hips rocked; cock licking and caressing your glistening sex.

The swirl of your tongue tasted bitter. Remnants of perfume from her wrists as she wound her arms around his neck, perhaps. But it would be gone soon. It always was. They always were. And you? You remained. You always did.

You reached the soft skin beneath his ear, humming a little before sucking his delicate lobe between your lips. “I believe you, baby” you whispered.

It was no more than a breath. The truth needs no more than a breath, you’d found. And with a broken sob of gratitude, Loki felt you sink deep onto his leaking cock.

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linos-kitten · 5 months

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mistake | lee minho

⇨ pairing: non-idol skz minho x f!reader ⇨ genre: angst, lovers to exes, cheating, ⇨ warnings: curse words, crying, minho is harsh with his words, reader is very hurt. lmk if i missed anything. ⇨ word count: 0.7k ⇨ lyrics: "You can think that you're in love When you're really just in pain" | Moral of the Story by Ashe ⇨ a/n: aaah finallyy! i might make a part two if you guys like it enough lol. feedback and reblogs are always appreciated! i apologize for any bad grammar or spelling.

"i wish i never fucking met you!" minho shouted.

ouch.

your eyes widened. how could he say this? your boyfriend whom you love with all your heart, how could he hurt you like that?

"i made a mistake. i fell in love with the wrong person. i thought i was in love, but i was actually in pain." you shouted back. this wasn't the right time to cry, even though you were on the verge of collapsing. you were angry, hurt and disappointed.

it all started when you weren't feeling well, so you decided to drive to minho's place. you didn't call him to say that you were coming over. instead, you sent him little texts.

"i'm driving to your place baby"

"not feeling the best"

when you arrived at your boyfriends place, you opened the door with the spare keys he gave you. you looked around the place and saw a black leather jacket. it wasn't yours, right?

you walked over to the jacket and started 'exploring' it. you stuffed your hand in the right pocket and took out a red lipstick. you recognized it..

ouch.

it was your ex best friend's lipstick. and her jacket. of course it was her fucking jacket. she wore it the last time you guys hung out. that toxic so-called 'best friend' who treated you like absolute shit.

was your boyfriend seeing her in secret?

hell no. that's not minho. but.. it was her jacket though? and her lipstick?

later on, you found minho's phone on the couch. where was he? was he even at home? after you unlocked it, you found all the messages between him and her. they texted about meeting each other again to have some fun. and that's when you knew how fake they both were. your 'boyfriend' and the toxic ex best friend.

it was all ruined for you. you were absolutely ruined. not knowing if minho was home or not, you drove back to your place in tears.

the next day, you came over to minho's place to 'talk'. but, that talking turned instead to shouting, as expected.

"you made a mistake? fuck no. i made a mistake for dating such a bitch like you." minho shouted. the veins in his neck were visible to see. tears started to appear in your eyes. you were hurt, you wanted to disappear. you wanted to get out of his apartment, the apartment he fucked your ex best friend in, but you also wanted to let everything out of you. you wanted to let him know how much of a shitty boyfriend he was for fucking your ex best friend.

"i'm the bitch? what the fuck have i done? minho, you fucked my ex best friend! imagine yourself in my situation. how would you react if i was secretly fucking your ex best friend? your ex best friend! wouldn't you be out of your fucking mind and-"

"get out" he spat. just like that? get out?

"nothing to say now huh?" you express.

"get out of my place before i fucking drag you out"

you were speechless. how even could he say this shit to you? you didn't deserve this, he didn't deserve you.

with no other words said, you barged out of his apartment and slammed his door behind you.

it's all over, minho thought. he was about to burst. burst into tears. he regretted doing this. he regretted his harsh words towards you. but most of all, he regretted what he have been doing behind your back. how could he do this? fucking you ex best friend and then shouting about you being the bitch. what does that make him then? a cunt? a dickhead? a fucking whore? a mixture of all, he thought.

meanwhile you, were leaning down on the steering wheal of your car, crying. it was upsetting. minho was harsh with his words. that was your first time seeing him shouting that much. you have never seen minho in this state. sure, he could get angry, but most of the times he kept it inside of him. because when minho gets mad, it's game over.

minho wasn't the type to show his emotions very often, but with you. oh with you, he was the sweetest. he was one of your special priorities, he was the love of your life. you loved him with all your heart, and you still love him. you try to not stop loving him.

but how can you still love him after what he did? how can you still love him after he made you cry your lungs out? how?

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allsadnshit · 1 month

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Bought myself my first lipstick and also a plum colored non toxic nail polish!!!! Had a beautiful little sparkling oolong drink special! Walked around talking to my husband who makes my heart sing! Wore a ribbon in my hair! Went home and researched a perfume oil I think I'm gonna buy! Making creamy lemon mushroom thyme mussel pasta again tonight! Feeling lucky + wanted!!!!

#personal

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songsofadelaide · 5 months

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more dad megumi pls 😭 i read your previous one and i loved it! would really appreciate more😭 maybe megumi with a daughter???

The way I have the perfect prompt for this— inspired by my uncle and his daughter, my baby cousin. 😆

shadows as one. | shadows three.

cw: female reader, future fic, established marriage, fluff, slice of life, child oc (fushiguro midori), papa!megumi encouraging his daughter's craft — they always say that every daughter is bound to be a papa's girl one way or another... Midori was no different.

~ 20XX

It's always the quiet that's more worrisome.

You could leave Midori playing by herself in your living room while you cleaned up the rest of your house and you're sure she's fine as long as you could hear her babbling to herself and her toys.

It's the silence you were more concerned about. When her soft laughter dies out and you can't help but drop whatever it was you were holding and run to where you left her.

A wave of relief washed over you when you saw your husband seated on one of your daughter's princess chairs, his slender hand stretched out to her while she meticulously (yet still sloppily) painted his nails a shocking bright blue.

"I didn't hear you come in, sweetheart," you started before eventually sighing to yourself.

Megumi raised his left index finger to his lips. "No sudden comments, please. You might interrupt the technician."

"Yah yah!" Your little girl enthusiastically responded to her father's statement as though in agreement with him. They did always get along better, which kind of made you a little jealous. Then again, they always say that every daughter is bound to be a papa's girl one way or another... Midori was no different, especially since she looked just like him, too.

You recognised the little toy makeup box as one of the Christmas presents your daughter received— from Nobara, no doubt— and upon further inspection, you saw how your husband's eyelids were powdered with the same non-toxic shocking blue eyeshadow that stood out against his pale complexion and dark eyelashes.

"I-I want to go next! Mi-chaaan! Do mama's nails, too!" You exclaimed before getting down on your knees before your child, to which Megumi replied with a quirked eyebrow.

"Did you book an appointment with the technician?" he asked, though you could tell he was trying to hold back his laughter from the way his lips quivered. Midori lightly tapped his cheeks before breaking out into a tender laugh. "O-Okay, Mi-chan. Would you like to do mama's makeup this time?"

"Hmm... Yah!" She nodded with a smile before taking your larger hand in her own and pointed at the several bottles of children's washable nail polish. "Dis one or dis?"

"The blue one, please! So that I match with papa!"

"Ogey!"

Megumi slowly rose from his seat and gently grabbed the cleaning rag on your shoulder, a warm smile on his lips that seemed to extend further because of how the pink lipstick was drawn. "Make sure to tip generously, sweetheart. She's the best makeup artist in town, after all."

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planetwaynez · 8 months

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OBSESSION

Dark!Jason Todd x Fem!Reader

Notes: I wrote this as a writing exercise and this is the fic of the pool I did a few weeks ago! I am really happy to be putting this out there, honestily I don't know if its truly good but I got to explore a side of my brain I don't visit too often sooo it was fun.

WARNINGS: SMUT! stalking behavior, toxic thoughts, toxic behavior, explicit sex scene, non consensual recording, crude words, dumbfication, gaslighting, and this is heavily inspired by OBSESSION By EXO! If there is anything I didn't put in here pls dm about and I will add!

Words: 3,4k

Synopsis: Jason is obsessed. And he won't ever let you go.

Jason wasn't very fond of not being in control. He always knew that he thrives when the control of things is in his hands, however his little dove seems to forget that every time.

He watches his little dove apply lipstick, her friends gossiping while getting ready and some pop song on the speaker. His little dove knows the rules, but apparently she's taking advantage of him not being home to discipline her for her bad behavior.

She's giggling about some joke that one of her friends told and Jason fists his hand. He shouldn't be jealous but he can't stop thinking about his little dove at some frat party tonight and him not being around.

He zooms in on the image and takes a good look at his pretty girl, Jason takes a deep breath and thank God that his girl has a pretty face, not a smart brain to figure it out the cameras he put in her apartment months before he even asked her out. Rationality he knows that he should've taken the cameras out once they started dating but he didn't feel like it, Jason enjoys watching his girl when he's away on some mission and she doesn't know, which can't hurt her. Only make her safer, because like this he's always around.

She's wearing a black little dress and heavy make up with red lipstick, her hair styled to perfection and wearing high heels and for a moment Jason considered going back home in one of his dad's private jets, but his sense of responsibility didn't allow him. Nevertheless that doesn't mean he can't find a way to keep his girl at home, under his eyes for one more night before he finishes his part of the job and goes home to her.

Jason clicks his tongue, creating a devilish plan to keep her home. Fast and easy.

He grabs his phone and dials his little doves number, he watches as she grabs her phone and leaves the bedroom to take his call at the bathroom, she smiles at the screen before picking up. Something very important about Jason's and his pretty doves relationship is that she doesn't know a lot about him or how they crossed paths. But she doesn't need to know any of that, the only thing in his little dove's head all the time should be him and nothing else.

"Hey, baby!" She greets happily and for a second Jason feels bad about what he's going to do, but he can't stop himself. He needs control, he craves it. All the time, especially with her.

"Hey, sweetheart" she beams and Jason wants to grab her and never let go. "How you doing?"

"Great! Going out with the girls tonight!" Jason suppressed a growl, not wanting to show the bad parts of himself to his girl. Not yet at least.

"Really? I thought you had a big paper to deliver tomorrow" he's not lying, per se. He knows the paper is only due in two days but he will make her believe that's not the case.

"No, silly! It's only in two days" she's twisting a piece of her hair in her index finger, clearly flirting with him even when he's not in the same space as her. He loves that.

"Little dove, I believe that it's tomorrow… but if you want to go out tonight anyway you can go, it's your grades we are talking about" he can see the tension in her shoulders as he speaks, her demeanor changing drastically from one moment to another.

"But Jace… I truly think that only due in two days, it's in my calendar" now his little dove is uncomfortable but he can make her feel better once he's back home. Right now she needs to understand that her place tonight and every night when Jason is not home is on the couch, watching Gilmore Girls.

"Princess" He uses that condensed tone Bruce always used with him when wanting to convince Jason of something. He hates it, but it is efficient. "Remember that time you wrote down the date wrong for that big project of yours? You doing it again"

Her shoulders drop and she sighs and he knows that she's wrapped around his finger forever. She's staying home.

"My God, you are right" she nods, as if he could see it. Well, he can but she doesn't need that information. "I am staying home but I feel bad for ditching the girls though."

Y/N plays with one of the decorative objects of her bathroom, thinking about how she's telling her friends she's staying and not going to the commemorative party of the basketball team tonight.

"I bet they will understand, baby" Jason hopes they don't. Those girls want to take his precious jewelry from his hands and he won't allow it.

"Yeah, you are right. As usual" she giggles and he feels his chest warm up at the sound. He misses her.

"I have to go, baby, they are calling me to finish a few papers" he lies through his teeth, Jason just wants to get rid of the bunch of girls before his little dove changes her mind. "Text you later, ok?"

"Ok, love, till later." And she hangs up, looking miserable. Jason knows how much she wanted to go to this party, and that's exactly why he can't allow it. What if she finds someone else? What if she gets in danger? What if she leaves him? He would have to take drastic decisions if any of those scenarios happened. So it's better if she's home safe.

Jason watches as she tells her friends she won't go and watches as her friends get disappointed with her but they obviously won't comment about it. Happily he watches them go away and his girl getting ready to bed, taking the provocative dress off and the heavy make up and put on cute pajamas and sit down on her desk to finish her project on her computer.

He smiles, feeling way more light now. Jason decided to reward his little dove for her good behavior.

The man takes a long shower and lets his mind wander to his sweet girl under him, moaning his name and clenching around his cock. He groans and finishes his shower, stopping in front of the mirror with a white towel wrapped around his hips and his hair wet, Jason takes a picture and sends it to his girl.

He goes back to his laptop, watching Y/N's reaction to his text, her breathing gets faster and she bites her lips, smiling a little.

See, he thinks, so much better like this isn't, honey?

His phone bips and he opens her text.

Little Dove: all this for me?

Jason: it's always for you

Jason: can't wait to get home to you

Y/N smiles, wide enough to make her eyes close a little bit with the action. She snaps a picture of her, sitting at her desk and sends it to Jason, who is already smiling and looking at her pretty face mesmerized.

Little Dove: miss u a lot

Jason: tomorrow morning I will be home with you

And just like that Jason goes to bed with the goal to finish his job early and get to his girl.

……..

The sun is slipping through the curtains and Y/N wakes up with a frown. She doesn't like when the sun wakes her up before the alarm but when she feels a heavy arm around her waist her mind goes from fuzzy to alert in a second. She takes a few moments to register the smell of oak and cigarettes, but when she does she relaxes and turns around, looking at Jason's sleepy face.

"Baby!" She calls and Jason opens his eyes. He is really good at pretending, he realizes, because she doesn't even realize that he's been awake all this time, just watching her.

Since he got home, he's been just admiring his girl and thinking about the unspeakable things he's going to do to her once she wakes up. Now she's awake and, technically, he is too.

"When did you get here?" Always curious, always wanting to know more than she should, however, Jason always has a good, well curated story to tell her that it's not the truth.

"I got here around five in the morning" she smiles, hugging him and inhaling his scent, almost purring at the feeling.

That's the truth she needs but the reality is that last night Jason finished his part of the job and landed in Gotham at midnight, but she was still awake finishing her project, so he waited and kept an eye on her through the window, from across the street, sitting on the rooftop of the other building. When she slept, at two in the morning he got out of the rooftop and slipped into her bed.

"Missed you so much" Jason says, holding her neck and taking her face away from his chest, to properly look at her.

"Me too, Jace" her eyes are shining and he just has to kiss her, to touch her to feel complete, to feel in control again.

So that's what he does. Jason grabs his little dove's neck, squeezing the sides maybe a little too roughly, but he doesn't pay attention to her little whine, only focusing on her lips. When he crashes his lips onto hers, he growls low in his throat, relishing in the feeling of his girl on him.

Their lips move in synchrony with each other, their tongues touching desperately, full of passion and that feeling that none of them can quite describe with words.

Jason's free hand roams over her body, stopping at her ass and squeezing it hard enough to make her moan against his lips. That fuels the fire inside him, that fire that only his sweet, oblivious little dove can satiete with her skin, her lips and her pretty moans. He pins her to the bed, rolling his hips against hers, making both of them whimper and take deep breaths, separating their lips for a moment.

Y/N takes that moment to look into her boyfriend's eyes, the teal is consumed by the black of its pupils and she can see it. The affection, the desire, the possessiveness. And she loves it all, she wants more of it.

Jason smirks, knowing that she's seeing in his eyes is exactly what he wants her to see. Gently he squeezes her neck again, bringing her back to the front of her mind, back to him.

His other hand goes from her ass cheek to her waist, inside her shirt and feeling warm skin against his, little dove closes her eyes, savoring the moment, the feeling of Jason's calloused hands on her soft belly, climbing to her breast, to touch it gently, just to the next moment be grabbed and the nipple twisted. Y/N moans, loudly and sweetly.

Jason bites his lips, hiding a smile, one that would scare her off. One of his big, psychotic smiles, the one that makes his mask of a good and caring boyfriend be exactly what it is, a mask. The real Jason is fucked in the head, he's controlling and possessive, a little psychotic too. But, he thinks, she doesn't need to know that.

"Yes… just like that, Jace" she says, preening as Jason's lips kisses her jaw and her neck. He takes her shirt off and kisses softly her breasts, sucking her nipples in his mouth, one by one, taking care of the sensitive skin with care and attention.

Every stroke of his tongue, every suck of his mouth on her skin and nipples, every flick of his wrist in one of her nipples has a reaction from her. A moan, a whimper, a sigh.

He loves all of them and he could spend all day worshiping her breasts, however, Jason is thinking about one thing.

Getting his mouth on his little dove's sweet pussy.

The men descends his ministrations over her body, his hands grabbing, squeezing and caressing what he can, when he finally gets at her shorts, he takes it off alongside her panties, smiling at the sight in front of him.

Her pretty pussy glistened to him and him only. He takes her tights on his hands and puts over his shoulders, looking up at her, that is already looking at him in anticipation.

"What is it, baby?" Jason taunts, knowing that will make her weaker for him. "Need something?"

She whines, fisting the sheets and throwing her head back in frustration.

"Yes" she says and Jason arches an eyebrow, smirking.

"And what is that?" He asks again, but before she could answer him, Jason licks her pussy, from hole to clit, making Y/N moan. "It 's my tongue?" He teases, smiling wide, in that psychotic way since she's not looking at him, but at the selling. "Or my fingers?" Two tick fingers thrust inside her warm pussy, getting Jason the best reward.

Her moaning his name, loudly.

"Yes! I need both!" Jason doesn't answer her with words, just dives in her pussy, licking, sucking and fucking her with his finger until she's arching her back and crying, just a little bit. Just enough to feed his ego.

Y/N smiles feeling full and delighted with the attention her boyfriend is giving her. He is always so thoughtful, she thinks, he would never harm me.

But that's not the reality, Jason would never harm her, per se, but he would find ways to always be her priority and never let others take space in her life.

Jason can feel his cock against the fabric of his boxers, hyper aware of it. He holds himself back to not start dry humping the bed, the only place he's coming is inside his little dove.

Her little cries and moans are getting louder with each thrust of his finger and flick of his tongue, her walls clenching around his fingers and making his head dizzy. Knowing that he had such power and control over her made him feel important, cared and loved. Jason didn’t need anything else when he had his little dove naked and pliant for him at any time he felt like having her.

“Jace!” His name was like a chant in her tongue when she came all over his face and fingers, making Jason moan in delight. He loved when she was messy and needy, and tonight she was just like how he liked.

Softly, Jason kisses her thighs, going up to her tummy and her breasts, soaking himself in her scent and in her soft skin against his scarred and calloused one. He kissed and nipped at her neck, tangling one of his hands in her hair, making her close her eyes and whimper softly at his touches.

“Is my baby dumb already?” he asked, watching her face carefully because even though he loved to break her and bring the pieces back together he needed to know when he was too close to make her break for good. And he didn’t want that, he wanted her pliant and soft, not broken and traumatized. That’s why he lied so much, for her own good.

She sniffs, her eyes glossy and her lips red and puffy from kissing him and biting it when he was eating her out. “Baby I need you to answer me or I can’t give you my cock” he pouts, fake sympathy in his voice making her whine and cry a little, squirming in his hold.

“No! I am not dumb” her eyes aren’t quite focusing and she is flooded with emotions that only Jason can’t subside. “I need you cock, Jace!” she says, lips wobbling and legs spreading wide for him, her pussy clenching around nothing and leaking her juices.

Jason smiles, his eyes shining with something dark, uncontrolled and quite feral. Even if his little dove denied, Y/N was already cock drunk - and he didn’t even get inside her, yet.

“I will give you what you want” he caresses her hair, thinking about permanently kipping her inside this apartment, never letting her go again. But he loves her way too much to scare her. “everything my baby wants, my baby gets”

Slowly, Jason traced his cock along her pussy, making her moan and squirm. He loves the feeling of his cock sliding against her pussy, the way it makes her get a little dumbier each time. Just to tease her, and himself a little, Jason pushes the thick head of his cock inside her greedy pussy, watching with a cruel happiness the way she moans loud and tries to hook her legs around his waist, to bring him closer, deeper.

He pushes away from her delicately, listening to her whimpers and whines, making his cock throb and ache for her.

“Ask nicely” he demands, his face contorted into an evil smirk she can’t see, her eyes closed in agony and her lips red from biting. Her hands are holding his biceps and her nails are digging into his skin, making the pain get mixed with pleasure. The head of his cock sits still inside her.

“Please, Jace! please, please, please!” Y/N doesn’t have one coherent thought inside her head, the only thing she can think about is her boyfriend cock and how much she needs it.

“So pretty,” he says, stroking her clit in a tourtours slow pace, her pussy clenching and throbbing. “Who does this pretty pussy belong to?”

“To you, Jace! Only you!” a wolfish grin spreads through Jason's lips, making him look like some sort of devil looking at its new offering.

“Good girl” he says, pushing everything inside Y/N at once, making her scream and hook her legs around him, a part of his weight resting on her. He smiles when she throws her arms around his shoulders, scratching his back with each hard and slow thrust of his hips against hers.

“Such a good girl… taking my cock so well” she mewls, her eyes rolling to the back of her head and Y/N swears she can feel her heart trying to get out of her chest and jump into Jason’s.

His cock is delicious, every thrust, every grunt he makes, drives her even further into bliss, her thighs and pussy gripping him and not willing to let go. The sound of skins slapping against skin and his balls hitting her ass makes her even more out of breath, out of her mind. She can’t think straight, she doesn't want that and if she could she would spend the rest of her days with Jason’s cock deep inside her needy and greedy pussy, stretching her out so well that she bubbles a incoherent mess of words every time he is inside her.

“Look at you,” he says, holding her face in one of his big calloused hands, making her stare at him and his lust filled eyes. “already close to cumming again, little dove?”

“yes' ' she whines, rolling her eyes and relising in the way his broad chest presses against her sensitive tits.

“You can cum baby” Jason buries his face on her neck, loving the way she smells, driving him even more insane. “cum all over my cock”

His little dove didn't need to be told twice, she came all over his thick cock, loving the way she was feeling in the clouds in his arms. Jason growls, her pussy gripping him too tight, driving him to his orgasm and filling her up to the brim.

They look each other in the eye, and she smiles softly, waking up his soft side along. He smiles back, resting his forehead against hers.

They cuddle, smile and talk about everything and anything, she just doesn’t know that now everytime Jason left for a mission he would have their sext tape. And she also didn’t know that he sended a few of his men to disappear with her bad influence of friends.

She doesn’t need them and eventually, she will understand because eventually she will only need him.

He smiles, that smile that he never lets her see. The one that is just a little psychotic and looks at her sleeping form.

His.

Forever his.

Even if she tries not to be.

Jason will never let her go.

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yourlocaldisneyvillain · 1 year

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✼ 𝕗𝕒𝕟𝕗𝕚𝕔 𝕞𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 ✼

♥ Larissa Weems ♥ (Wednesday, TV 2022)

on wednesdays we wear black (ongoing) -> a Morticia Addams/Larissa Weems Mean Girls!AU story that is currently on hiatus. needs to be reworked

little miss perfect -> a teenage Larissa Weems/Morticia Addams one-shot. dealing with internalised homophobia. angst with a happy ending.

push me gently (into love) (nsfw) -> two chapter Larissa x reader story in which the reader is a goth art teacher at Nevermore. fluffy, cozy, and sweet, featuring easily skippable smut. rom-com vibes. written for a lovely human being and i hope it continues to bring her joy.

particular (nsfw) -> Larissa Weems x (adult) Wednesday Addams, aka the fic that got me cancelled. rom-com with dark humour and some more mature themes, but still relatively light. sort of a coming-of-age story. author is considering making people take a reading comprehension test before being allowed to comment.

making do -> one-shot. angst, hurt/no comfort. past Larissa Weems/Morticia Addams. a character study of Larissa Weems. mentions sexual assault, deals with processing trauma.

pathetic (nsfw) -> part of kink!week. a short piece describing a toxic relationship. Larissa x reader, but nothing abut the reader is specified -- almost like their identity doesn't matter and they're just a plaything meant to pleasure their boss. featuring foot fetish. it's hotter than you think :)

inevitable (dead dove: do not eat) -> a very dark piece of fiction dealing with sexual assault and trauma. features horror elements. please, take the tags seriously, this isn't a light read.

♥ Lucifer Morningstar ♥ (The Sandman, TV 2022)

violet soul (nsfw) -> two chapters. one of my most popular Lucifer fics. Lucifer x reader. deals with the topic of selling one's soul to the devil. dark. features very filthy smut.

my ruin tastes so sweet (almost as sweet as your lips) -> a choose-your-own-adventure story with three possible endings, that explores what it means for an angel to fall. Lucifer x angel!reader.

our little dance (nsfw) -> Lucifer/Mazikeen. character/unconventional relationship study. explores neurodivergency. very sensual smut in the 2nd chapter.

kiss my sorrow away -> tooth-rottingly fluffy Lucifer/Mazikeen one-shot. Lucifer is being the most extra of drama queens, and Mazikeen cheers them up.

call the devil's name (nsfw) -> Lucifer/Mazikeen one-shot. very romantic. hot and tender smut. depicts love as devotion/religious experience.

belong (nsfw) -> dark Lucifer x reader one-shot. non-explicit non-con. explores the concept of free will after one sells their soul to the devil.

the secret (nsfw) -> last part of kink!week with a surprising twist at the end. Lucifer x Mazikeen... and a curious voyeur?

♥ Jane Murdstone ♥ (The Personal History of David Copperfield, 2019)

when the last restraint is gone (ongoing) (nsfw) -> an intense victorian romance between Jane Murdstone and her lady's maid, Laura. sort of in the style of Sarah Waters's historical romance novels. heavily influenced by Vita and Virginia's love letters. featuring a lot of sensually read victorian poetry and dirty, delicious smut. currently being edited/rewritten.

one and a half sugars (ongoing) -> modern!AU. Jane is an insipid accountant with very specific opinions about coffee, and reader is the only person who knows how to make it for her. fluffy rom-com vibes. will feature smut in later chapters.

don't look away (as i bare my soul to you) (nsfw) -> part of kink!week. dominatrix!Jane x reader. how healing is it for someone to see the worst parts of you and never avert their eyes? the kink in question is watersports and it's much tamer and more sensual than it sounds.

♥ Captain Phasma ♥ (Star Wars, sequel trilogy)

danger level - one (nsfw) -> filthy smut featuring the good ol' sex pollen trope. Phasma x fem!stormtrooper!reader. hot and a bit silly. straightforward and simple porn lol.

chrome and lipstick (nsfw) -> technically a Wednesday fandom crossover, but honestly you can read it without knowing anything about Wednesday except the fact that Larissa Weems is a person that exists. filthy smut (sensing a theme for fics featuring our beloved captain here? lol). non-con/dub-con, so read at your own risk!

easy prey (nsfw) -> part of kink!week. tentacle erotica, non-con. features glittery pink tentacles and a very pretty alien oc, if that spark(le)s your fancy.

♥ Jan Stevens ♥ (Flux Gourmet, 2022)

hazy (nsfw) -> Jan x reader smut, featuring the infamous egg aka oviposition kink. give it a go, it's not as weird as you think it is :)

beautiful (nsfw) -> a gift for a lovely tumblr mutual. Jan x reader fic exploring love, devotion, and body image. very smutty. featuring eggs because it's Jan and it has to :)

fill me (with your love) (nsfw) -> part of kink!week. Jan x fem!reader. a very sensual piece with disturbing erotic imagery. featuring alvinolagnia, food play and bloating fetish.

♥ Brienne of Tarth ♥ (Game of Thrones, TV 2011-2019)

so very chivalrous (and so completely oblivious) -> Brienne x princess!reader. very fluffy. Brienne is very good with a sword, but a bit oblivious in the matters of love. featuring good ol' lesbian yearning.

sweet dreams (nsfw) -> part of kink!week. brienne is injured in a heroic pursuit, and a lovely lady takes care of her while her injuries heal. kink of choice is erotic lactation. very fluffy and sweet.

♥ Miranda Hilmarson ♥ (Top of the Lake, TV 2013-2017)

...but we could be (nsfw) -> part of kink!week. Miranda Hilmarson x Robin Griffin. Miranda starred in a lesbian gangbang porn video and she is very proud of it. Robin thinks Miranda that's absolutely nuts and she definitely doesn't want to see it, thank you very much... except somehow she finds herself in Miranda's apartment, watching it. why is Miranda's shirt see-through? and why is she so nice to Robin while Robin is actively trying to push everyone away?

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♥ kink!week ♥ masterlist

♥ sapphtober prompts ♥ (in progress)

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✼ you can buy me a coffee if you want to support me! ✼

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writing requests are currently closed!

#fanfiction #masterlist #gwendoline christie #larissa weems #jane murdstone #lucifer morningstar #captain phasma #jan stevens #brienne of tarth

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zhongrin · 2 years

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non-transferable

◇ characters ◇ zhongli

◇ tags ◇ fluff, reader is depicted wearing lipstick but no specific pronouns are used

◇ a/n ◇ this is most definitely not written just because i bought a new lipstick what are you talking about-

𝑚𝑎𝑠𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡 ⬙ 𝑡𝑎𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑠𝑡

“zhongli, zhongli, look!”

“yes, dear?”

you beam at your husband as he looks up from the array of tea leaves on the kitchen counter to give you his utmost attention. like an excited puppy, you bound over to his side and grins up at him before pointing towards your lips. his hand promptly settles onto your cheek lightly, amber eyes examining your face before they widen slightly in realization.

“a new lipstick?”

“mhm! does it look okay?”

“it looks perfect on you, darling.”

“thank you, but get this! it’s not just the normal lipstick!” you make a show of kissing the back of your palm and showing the clean skin afterward, “ta-da! it’s non-transferable, non-smudge, and waterproof! the merchant said it’s a new invention from sumeru!!”

zhongli nods sagely, an impressed look lighting up his expression before it falls into a solemn, thoughtful look. you catch onto his worry almost immediately and instinctively wiggle your pointer finger with a reassuring smile.

“oh, don’t worry! i’ve interrogated the seller about the ingredients, and she was, in fact, very knowledgeable about the process of the creation! i suppose everyone else had the same thought after hearing about such an invention, and they were also worried about toxic chemicals being used or if there were any side effects that developed in order to make such a thing possible, but rest assured, i’ve memorized everything and researched beforehand, so i can confidently say tha- mm?!”

both your body and your brain freeze when you feel your husband’s soft lips descend unto your pigmented ones. the surprise is soon taken by excitement as you dazedly grant him entry, head tilting to slot your lips better, arms instinctively pulling him closer just as one of his hand rest against your nape. he smells - and tastes - like tea; something with a sweet undertone to it, refreshing and light, you suspect it’s a new blend of his, considering the batches of tea leaves sitting on separate bowls on the counter you briefly saw as you walked in earlier. you wonder how long it would take for this one to brew, so it can achieve the ‘full flavor’, as your resident tea-fanatic husband always says. it would definitely be longer than the kiss you share - though when he pulls away it still leaves you breathless nonetheless.

eyes half-lidded, head pleasantly buzzing and dopamine swimming in your veins, you’re silent as the hand resting on your cheek shifts, his thumb sweeping the bottom of your lips towards the side.

a disappointed frown and a slight pout grace his handsome face, and you're tempted to laugh at the adorableness of it all.

“hmm. a shame. it truly does not smudge.”

#genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #rin writes #zhongli #zhongli x reader

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almalvo · 10 months

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Yeh, you right.

My art def aint good enough to stomach bigotry and aggressive narrow-mindedness.

Cuz I draw Miguel as a un-whitewashed, non-objectified, FUCKing POC for once and actually give Miles his fucking nose and lips and 4c hair and rich beautiful dark, blood filled melanin back unlike all these motherfuckers out here; that I dont draw misogyny nor toxic masculinity fervent in art of men, that I embrace the softness and emotional and multidimensional side that men arent allowed to have in artwork nor irl; i dont fetishise anything and care about expanding body types and give a shit to say something about a man callin 12 year old girls hot when they grow up and drawing ballgag lipstick on a 14 year old child.

Ye my art def dont got that bigotry and aggressively narrow-minded expertise.

you right you right 🤧

#miles morales #miguel o'hara #art #ask #inquiry #thoughts #text #almalvo #atsv #across the spiderverse #spiderverse #poc #bipoc #anti black

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madamegabrielabeauty · 1 year

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#best moisturizing lipstick #moisturizing lipstick #natural lipsticks #non toxic lipstick

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catsconflictscopicsandchamomile · 5 months

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sometimes I'm confused/annoyed by how many people draw out!queer!Dean wearing pink. I get that its about him rejecting traditional/toxic masculinity and not being afraid to explore softness, etc, but...

yall do understand that Dean can be queer, and soft, and non-traditionally masculine, and still wear what he always wears, right?

Idk. when I think "how does comfortable out, queer Dean Winchester dress", I think (on the tame side) of long hair, pride pins/patches/shirts, really dorky t shirts from scooby-doo and stuff, rainbow flannel, badly distressed cutoff jeans, bead bracelets, stacked bracelets in general, pierced ears, simple pendant necklaces, grandmacore jewelry, weird or trashy joke socks.

on the WILD side, I think of those sleeveless tiddy-window turtlenecks, distressed bleached-denim short shorts, flannel tied around his waist, cowboy boots, lipstick, and glittery gold sequin-studded fishnet tights.

ig what im saying is i understand the pink as a metaphor and do think he'd try it. I just dont think it would stick. "gay Dean" is still Dean. he's not going to turn into a head-to-toe pink, Kencore himbo drag queen (Which tbh, some of yall seem to rly like to portray him as). he's going to be the same joke socks, double-cuffed jeans, eating pizza in bed kicking his legs, adhd as fuck, flirty, cowboy kink, Certified Weird Bisexual(tm) Dean Winchester that he's always been.

#LET DEAN BE GAY WITHOUT STEREOTYPING HIM #random spn thoughts #gay dean is dean. this is because dean is gay #supernatural #spn #dean winchester #destiel #dean studies #dean is gay/bi/queer/etc #every time i see “out and proud!Dean” art that looks straight out of RuPaul i lose some faith in queer rep in this fandom #this man would wear aviators with acid wash short shorts dirt crusted boots and a Scooby Doo: The Movie t shirt #and get pegged in that outfit.#pLEASE JUST LET DEAN BE DEAN

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wannab-urs · 1 year

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The Spreadsheet Digest - Fic Recs

Here's everything I added to the Pedro Fics spreadsheet in the last week with my unedited ramblings attached (the notes I make immediately after reading, often unhinged).

Apothecary a Joel series by @atinylittlepain

-> super cute witchy story with a great ellie and an adorable joel

Just Keep Breathing a Javi Peña one shot by @swiftispunk

-> Javi is getting old and he smokes too much and this is cute

Weeknights a Frankie complete series by @frannyzooey

-> I haven't actually read this one yet, but I've read other frankie things by them and like I guarantee this is worth reading. It's on the list of TBRs

Let me love you a Javi P one shot by @thetriumphantpanda

-> You and Javi are both brats and it's like pretty cute and then you get hurt and Javi is perfect

Every Pilot Needs a Wingman a Frankie one shot by @kikis-writing-world

-> reader pining for frankie in his gray sweats, frankie is oblivious, Santi wingmans, and I was smiling like an idiot.

Heat Waves a Javi P one shot by @loquaciousferret

->A very hot javi fic, if you catch my drift

A Ghost of You a Dieter series by me

-> this one is mine sorry if that's weird, drug abuse, toxic relationship, angst, mental illness

Only Backwards a Dieter one shot by @pennyserenade

-->Dieter shows up with a black eye and you let him in even though you shouldn't. smutty feelings. toxic dieter bc duh

A Little Lipstick Never Hurts a Max Phillips series by @max--phillips

->Max Phillips forced (consensual) feminization, pegging, panties, spanking, bondage, this isn't my usual thing at all but I was intrigued and then the AFTERCARE made it a must share

Bucket of Bolts a Din one shot by @toxic-seduction

-> Cute lil fic where Din reluctantly bonds with a BD unit

Losing My Religion a Din series by @oonajaeadira

->the softest, sweetest, most incredible din story, non-explicit smut that is pure poetry, what should have happened in season 3 probably

Between the Raindrops a Frankie Complete series by @jazzelsaur

-> divorced!Frankie, widow!OC/reader, no one has kids, slow burn with great spicy scenes, smut! with a gorgeous plot

Tolerate It a Din two shot by @beskarandblasters

-> din is your ex and he is also stupid and you smut it up in an interesting location

Say It With Your Hands a Joel series by @swiftispunk

-> Joel's back is all fucked up and he needs a masseuse. He gets a happy ending but Han made it not creepy somehow, good work

You Have Me In a Chokehold a Mr. Ben one shot by me

->Mr. Ben from SNL finds out his coworker made a fan cam and he's really dom about it

#pedro fics #pedro pascal #joel miller #din djarin #the mandalorian #Max Phillips #Javi Peña #Frankie Morales #lines 125 to 143 #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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mexxs-blog · 2 months

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I would love non-toxic Chris and Rhea headcanons please xo

CHRIS MOTIONLESS/RHEA RIPLEY HEADCANNONS

SFW

• chris helped rhea through her panic attack right before she walked out for wrestlemania

• they LOVE recommending eachother makeup brands since they share the same style

• they’ll also help eachother dye their hair (s) and put on eachothers makeup.

• when they kiss, they walk away with black lipstick prints all over eachothers face.

• it’s not uncommon for the pair to go get a new tattoo or piercing together

• they love watching horror movies together, and rhea always makes fun of chris for jumping

• rhea’s a hot sleeper, while chris is a cold sleeper, yet somehow, she always has all the blankets.

#rhea ripley #smutt #sub!rhearipley #bottom!rhea #the judgement day #dominik mysterio #damian priest #raquel rodriguez #finn balor #dom!dominik x sub!rhea #chris motionless

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pyeonghongrie · 1 year

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cardigan

Summary: You want something that San doesn’t want to give you.

Characters/Pairing: San X Reader

Genre: Angst.

AU/Trope info: Strangers to FWB, toxic relationship

Word Count: 951

Warnings: San smokes, some non-descriptive smut (MDNI)

Rating: 18+

A/N: I don’t even have words for this.

Vintage tee, brand new phone, High heels on cobblestones. When you are young, they assume you know nothing.

There was an aura of danger to Choi San, the face of an angel and the tongue of a snake, the image of the devil, some may say. Charming, handsome, seductive; these are the words to describe him. He was beautiful, hauntingly so, people warned you to stay away from him, that he’s nothing but heartbreak and sin. But as a moth is drawn to the flame that will kill it, your desire for something so unadulteratedly sinful overweighed any worries.

Sequin smile, black lipstick, sensual politics. When you are young, they assume you know nothing.

He smiled at you, the first time he did so, pearly white teeth and dimpled smile would lead you to believe he’s just the cute boy next door. But oh, how wrong you are, when this same saccharine smile seduces women into his bed nightly as a routine, the caramel of his skin dotted with dark lipstick and marks of passion, bite marks from the women who failed to resist his delicious offers.

But I knew you, dancin’ in your Levi’s, Drunk under a streetlight.

You believed you saw a side of San that nobody else has seen yet, a genuine passion for dance and his honest drunk words. What he yearned for more than any physical affection from the women around him, was an audience to cheer for him. Oh, how naive you were, but that’s what people wanted to believe.

I knew you. Hand under my sweatshirt, baby, kiss it better.

He held her close to him, his kiss held a passion of need and his breath carried the scent of desperation. His hands roamed under the cotton shirt that separated her from his unfocused, hazy eyes. His lips, once dripping with sweet golden honey, were now bitter with the taste of liquor. This was his desperate attempt to forget you, but everything reminded him of you, even the salty taste of his tears once he realized what he’s done.

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone’s bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite.

He couldn’t let you go, he wanted you, he wanted to feel your skin on his always. He ran his fingers through his hair, the room around him reflecting the messy state his mind was in. Dark, cold, uncoordinated.

A friend to all is a friend to none. Chase two girls, lose the one. When you are young, they assume you know nothing.

He didn’t know what he was feeling, was it regret? Was it sorry? Or was it sorry he got caught? He didn’t know where his loyalty lies, he didn’t know why you stayed, why did you choose to stay after what he’s done? He’s confused, scared, conflicted. He didn’t know how much he could hurt you, but his morbid curiosity eats him alive. Just how much can he push you to find out?

But I knew you, playing hide-and-seek and giving me your weekends. I knew you, your heartbeat on the High Line, once in 20 lifetimes. And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone’s bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite.

He started seeing you less, you started asking for less, this was a cycle that could only end in flames. This love was explosive, this love was dangerous, this love wasn’t love. Everyone warned you about him, everyone told you that you only have yourself to blame for this headache, but you knew what you were going into, you knew everything; You knew San, and you wanted him.

To kiss in cars and downtown bars was all we needed. You drew stars around my scars, but now I’m bleeding.

He had stabbed too many knives into your back, shattered your heart close to dust, killed off every part of the optimist in you; but as a moth drawn to a flame, you still found him beautiful.

‘Cause I knew you steppin’ on the last train, marked me like a bloodstain. I knew you tried to change the ending, Peter losing Wendy. I knew you, leaving like a father, running like water.

And when you are young, they assume you know nothing.

He left, of course, he did, now you’re desperately trying to find a flame to fly to. Searching for the light you so crave, searching for him. Anything, any sign, hoping, praying, wishing to find him. But not even his shadow lingered, not even the ghost of his promises survived the cold harsh, lonely winters, not even a whisper of his smoke blew with the wind. But one thing did linger, the yearning for him.

But I knew you’d linger like a tattoo kiss, I knew you’d haunt all of my what-ifs.

The smell of smoke would hang around this long, 'Cause I knew everything when I was young.

I knew I’d curse you for the longest time, chasin’ shadows in the grocery line, I knew you’d miss me once the thrill expired, and you’d be standin’ in my front porch light.

You knew San, he came back, he always did. He always leaves whenever he feels too attached. He always does, without fail, he’ll come crawling back to the one person that would never reject him.

And I knew you’d come back to me, you’d come back to me, and you’d come back to me. And you’d come back…

And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone’s bed, you put me on and said I was your favorite.

Like clockwork, he’s home again.

Tags: @cultofdionysusnet, @kwanisms, @yoonguurt, @lemonhongjoong, @shinestarhwaa, @stardragongalaxy, @wooyoungmybelovedhusband, @anyamaris, @dimpledsatan, @ilovetnbhd, @flowerboykun, @seongwin, @midnxght-sky

#cultofdionysusnet #kvanity #pirateeznet #pyeonghongrie #folklore x ateez #cardigan #ateez #ateez fanfic #ateez imagines #ateez x reader #ateez angst

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medusasbush · 1 year

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read in march 2023

articles (ones behind a paywall are linked through webpage archive):

articles

Reverse boundaries How good are we at respecting when someone else says 'no'?

"Slow Pleasure" in a Fast World

Should People Be Allowed to Like Things? Are we discoursing ourselves to death?

The Divine Delusion of Gender: On "Energy" and the TikTokification of Spirituality

Spiritual misogyny is flourishing on TikTok

How ‘Poker Face’s’ Stop-Motion Animation Episode Was Brought to Life

Are there too many sex scenes in movies?

Man Says BetterHelp Referred Him to Conversion Therapy Supporter

Who's Afraid of Mark Rothko?

When Everything Becomes an Event

Meet the Lipsdick: A Dick Shaped Lipstick

How Do We Define the Female Gaze in 2018?

Do Words Mean Anything Anymore?

It’s Been Over Two Decades Since We’ve Had a Non-White Best Actress Winner. Will That Change in 2023?

I'm Coming Clean about Friend Envy & You Should Too

A Friend Doesn't Have to be "Toxic" to be Bad for You

Does Anyone Mend Clothes Anymore?

The Moral Case Against Equity Language

Inspiration Is Everywhere. Literally: The "We're Not Really Strangers"-ification of social media.

Men Are Lonely. But Women Are Being Attacked: Male Loneliness is Not Women's Problem to Solve

Romance isn't Just for Dating

What is Romantic Friendship?

The Case of the Missing Perpetrator: On Mysterious Pregnancies, the Passive Voice, and Disappearing Men

Dingus of the Week: Women’s History Month

Friends and mentees remember Judy Heumann, mother of the disability rights movement

The Language of Place

One of Walgreens biggest stockholders commissioned Fearless Girl

Fine I'll admit it. I Like Titanic.

A Plan Forms in Mexico: Help Americans Get Abortions

Can Nostalgia Be Sinister?

The Stay-At-Home Girlfriend Phenomenon

A Conversation With Stay-At-Home Girlfriend & Content Creator Kendel Kay

The Soft Boy Brigade: Was He “Written By a Woman” or Is He Just Wearing Nail Polish?

The Scientific Reason You Love Watching Reruns

Take Some Pills for Your Hysteria, Lady: America's Long History of Drugging Women Up

Everybody’s a Critic. So Stop Hating Critics.

A League of Their Own Is The First Great Gay Movie-to-TV Reboot

The Bear: At Last, A Chicago Show For People Who Are Not From Chicago And Have Never Stepped Foot There

the science of giving pain

i bet she has a nice scream: in praise of X, the new novel by Davey Davis

the persistent desire: on erotic identification

leatherdyke gender technology

‘The Last of Us’ Finale: First-Person Shooter

The ‘Last of Us’ Finale Is Just as Ambiguous and Agonizing as the Game’s Indelible Ending

What Exactly Is the Point of ‘The Last of Us’?

Do We Need Another ‘Love Letter to Cinema’?

Everyone needs to grow up: Whether it’s people who mention their Hogwarts house on their Hinge profile or literal white supremacists, culture is awash with adult babies

Instagram Store Core: A Manifesto Against Avant-Basic Home Design

Who Gets Care and Who Gets to Die?

Shoppers say secondhand stores like Goodwill are getting too expensive as Gen Z makes thrifting cool

Where Does Discarded Clothing Go?

How ‘travel aesthetics’ are ruining travel for everyone

Why is everyone so obsessed with frontal lobe development?

the sinking pleasure of a bath

Love, Sex, and Disabled Women: we want to be sexy too.

“Nope” Perfectly Encapsulates My Disappointment with the Biden Administration

What really killed Jane Austen?

On (Not) Discovering Disability in the World of Jane Austen: Disabled characters are present in Austen’s novels, but largely invisible in her cinematic remakes

Nathan Lane: Robin Williams ‘Protected Me’ From Coming Out as Gay on ‘Oprah’ in 1996 Because ‘He Was a Saint’

'The Last of Us’ finale isn’t controversial, it’s correct

The Oscars are beyond repair. Let’s make something better.

The House That Mr. Mayer Built: Inside the Union-Busting Birth of the Academy Awards

‘A League of Their Own’ is based on the 1992 movie, but has an identity all its own

Black Southern food isn’t killing us:The ‘plate’ is not the real problem

In the history of hip-hop fashion, there’s no ignoring Lil’ Kim

The next first ladies of rap

books:

Wear, Repair, Repurpose: A Maker's Guide to Mending & Upcycling Clothes by Lily Fulop

#s #read lists #someone pls recommend a book to me this is getting ridiculous

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