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cityofdreams-writing · 3 years

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Gaming with A Bratty Boyfriend

Type: One-shot

Rating: E

Pairing: Dom!Taehyung x Sub!Jungkook

Word Count: 1k (I got carried away-)

Genre: Smut. A lot of it.

Warnings: Lots of filth! Swearing as well! Dom/Sub and Boy/Girl dynamics, Daddy kink, ass slapping.

Author: @cityofdreams-writing

Description: Based on this prompt!

Notes: Oh my God, this was hella fun to write, and this is a birthday gift for @il0veyoujk, my baby, I love you so much. Hell, I was scrolling through Tumblr when I found it and I'm like, "I fucking have to write this with Tae and JK!" Anyway, enjoy the product of my horny mind-

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Taehyung was having a go at Overwatch on Jungkook's console. He wasn't doing very good, but here he was. Jungkook was on top of him, cockwarming him with his ass (of course).

The controls clicked rapidly as Tae tried to save himself from losing.

The screen flashed red, signifying that he lost.

"FUCK!" Tae yelled out his anger at losing for the third time and slammed upwards into Jungkook.

Jungkook nearly keened from the pleasure because Tae's cock was aimed right at his prostate. "Ah fuck, it feels so good..." He thought as he moaned out loudly. Tae's group of friends, who were playing with him, heard a muffled whine.

"Dude, is someone with you?" Namjoon snickered.

"Who's riding you? Can they talk? Or are you fucking them silly again?" Jimin laughed.

"It sounds like a guy this time!" Yoongi gasped.

Tae muted his mic, leaned in close to Kook's ear and growled lowly.

"Naughty boy. All of my friends could hear you, you whore. Keep it down. Otherwise I will punish you."

He couldn't help but shiver at those words.

Jungkook wanted to be punished, in all honesty. He wanted to push his dom's limits and see how far he could go before he snapped.

Well, good news for him.

Tae wasn't far off.

Both from how frustrated he was with the game, and how his boyfriend was acting like such a fucking slut.

Well, he didn't mind the second one as much...he was used to it. Jungkook always had his ways of riling him up.

So he was cockwarming him for his "punishment".

He turned his mic back on and continued playing Overwatch with his friends.

Jungkook slowly started moving on Tae's dick, looking to see if the other man noticed yet.

He finally noticed, throwing his head back with a tiny groan of pleasure. Not one person said anything, mainly because they didn't hear it.

Okay, now he was getting it.

He put the controller aside and said good bye to his friends, making up some half-assed excuse about having to go do some stuff.

"What kind of stuff, Tae? Hm?" Namjoon barely held in a snooty laugh, the last voice in his head before he cut off the call with a sigh of frustration.

He tossed the headset and controller aside, turning the console and TV off.

"Get off of me." Taehyung's voice broke the silence.

"Wha-"

"GET. OFF." His voice had taken on a more dominant, harsh edge. The kind of voice that suggested that you do what he said.

He got off, pouting and mentally whining at the loss of the big cock in him.

The older crawled over the younger and started kissing him, grinding slowly and sensually in his lap, placing light brushes of kisses over his neck.

God, he was such a tease...

"Ass up, right now, baby boy." Oh fuck. Jungkook dutifully obeyed and laid on the bed on his tummy.

He growled animalistically in his ear. "Good boy."

He slapped the ass presented to him, spanking it harshly and watching hungrily as it bounced deliciously in front of him.

Such a fucking pain slut.

Jungkook whined and Taehyung almost laughed at how needy he was. "Aww, such a needy slut...you gonna take daddy's cock like this, hm? Or is it too big for princess's tight little cunt?" He cooed in his ear with his deep voice, kissing it and smirking as he saw Kookie throw his head back.

Those words almost made Jungkook cum right then and there, and that would have been pretty damn pathetic...

You see, the younger had a thing for being called princess and boy/girl shit.

So having his hole referred to as a cunt, almost made him cum untouched.

"F-fuck..." Was the only thing he could whimper out.

Taehyung slapped his ass harshly. "Answer me properly, baby boy."

Jungkook sniffled out a "I can take daddy's cock" as he whined.

Taehyung smirked. Only he could get his baby boy like this.

He put lube on Jungkook's exposed hole, loving how he shivered and gasped at the cold feeling, his nipples hardening and just waiting to be touched.

The cold, slick fluid slid down his thighs messily, making him squeak with anticipation.

Taehyung smiled soothingly. "Shh, don't worry baby, I'll take care of you tonight."

He did have a surprise in mind though, one that he knew that Jungkook would love.

Jungkook let a small smile tug on his lips, his eyes still tear-stained. Taehyung gently brushed them away, cradling his cheek in a gesture of love and affection.

"My beautiful baby boy..." His voice was soft and gentle, admiring the boy in front of him. His handsome boyfriend.

He traced his features, his thumb stopping to rest over Jungkook’s mole under his plump bottom lip.

His other hand rubbed his thigh soothingly, tracing his hard length.

He loved how Jungkook jolted under his touch, moaning softly when he traced the big veins on his cock.

He moaned a little louder out of sensitivity when Taehyung's long finger dug into his slit.

He kissed the other boy's flushed, exposed skin, listening to how his heart sped up under his touch.

All they could hear was their hearts, beating in unison, and Jungkook's soft breaths and moans under Taehyung's lips and touch.

He kissed his nipples, swirling his tongue around one, his fingers playing with the other. The older smiled against his skin as he heard the younger's gentle moans.

"Shh, baby boy....enjoying yourself, eh? You want the neighbors to hear that you belong to daddy?" Taehyung smirked as Jungkook moaned at the thought.

"F-fuck!" Jungkook stuttered as he was lifted on top of Tae’s naked cock, letting him gently mold his lips to the other boy's.

Taehyung bit down on Jungkook's lip softly, drawing a gasp from him.

He smiled warmly, inviting him to ride his cock.

The pale boy moaned as he sank down fully on the big cock presented to him.

He started moving, his hips moving in rhythmic circles as he moaned and licked into Taehyung's mouth.

He buried his face into Taehyung's honey-colored skin, muffling his loud whines and whimpers.

His hips started to stutter. "Fuck, I’m close Tae..."

Taehyung pulled right off, leaving Jungkook whining at the loss of his approaching high.

The older boy smirked at the feigned terror in the younger's eyes, flicking his eyes down to his cock, which twitched at the prospect.

It was going to be a long night.

#bts smut #taehyung x jungkook #taekook smut #taekook #a gift for my girlfriend #happy birthday neffie! <3 #King's fics

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furikakyo · 3 years

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he’s too perfect?!

pairing: kita shinsuke x f!reader

summary: this man... is too perfect... (please marry me kita)

genre: fluff

warnings/tags: high school!!!, fluffff, i really hope i did justice to his character eek

word count: 1k+

“i don’t like it. everything about him is too... perfect,” you say, picking up a piece of tonkatsu with your chopsticks before inspecting it.

your best friend halts mid-bite and turns to you questioningly. “eh?? but y/n-chan, just the other day you were talking about how much you like that he’s so perfect,” they mutter, before sitting up and exclaiming, “and not to mention all of your kouhais are so jealous of your relationship with kita-san! the two of you were even unofficially named the cutest couple last school year!”

you sigh, finishing your inspection and then popping the piece of pork into your mouth. any other girl would kill for your position as girlfriend to inarizaki’s cool and calm volleyball captain. you weren’t really earning any good favors from anyone to complain about how perfect he and your relationship with him was, either.

“i know,” you finally say after swallowing. “shin is everything i could have ever wanted and more. there are times i still wonder how i managed to make a catch as good as him. he’s sweet and cares so much for me, but sometimes he’s just...” you flap your arms around helplessly, trying to find the least insulting way to say it. “he’s just a little too... overwhelming? like whenever i complain about something he always has to go and try solving it for me. sometimes i just want him to nod, listen to me rant, and then just say ‘that sucks’, you know?”

your best friend snickers, closing the lid on her bento box and then retying their patterned furoshiki over it. “well,” they pulled the knot taut and then, standing up, patted your head twice, “you’ll just have to talk to kita-san about it!” as you pouted and still played with the few grains of rice left in your bento, your best friend only gave you a cheesy smile before returning to their own classroom.

in the class after your lunch break, you moped in your chair, a dark cloud hovering over your slumped body. the students nearest to you inched away, but you gave no notice, just sighing and slinking further down. how am i supposed to tell my loving and attentive boyfriend, mr. no gaps kita shinsuke, that he does have a flaw? not that he was self-absorbed or oblivious like the twins may be; he was just too... good. and you didn’t want to upset him, either. your issue seemed like such a fickle thing, too. really, y/n, complaining that your boyfriend is too perfect. get a grip, you told yourself for the rest of the day, managing to push through the remaining classes.

after school you headed to the gym, where the boys were already setting up the net for practice or beginning stretches. kita spotted you as you entered and aimed a small but genuine smile towards you, warming your face up. he wasn’t a fan of PDA, and neither were you quite frankly, but you would never get tired of him and his small signs of affection that only seemed to pass between the two of you. the moment broke off when his attention was called back again to assist in something else, and so kita jogged off in the opposite direction as you just settled onto the bleachers and began working on homework, waiting for volleyball practice to end so you could walk home with him.

you had only been working for about twenty minutes when that annoying thought from earlier made itself known to you again. huffing, you shut your textbook, stuffing it back in your backpack, and instead looked up to watch the drills they were going through. even if it was just a practice jersey he was wearing, your heart was filled with pride on seeing #1 displayed on kita’s broad back, a reminder of how far he’d come. his quiet determination was something you’d always admired about him. you sat on the bleachers, stewing in your thoughts, before practice ended without you even realizing it.

suddenly kita reappeared, already having his track jacket slung over his shoulders and his volleyball bag on his back. you blinked, looking up at him. he looked down at you fondly, golden brown eyes gleaming with something in them as he offered you a hand to pull you up. you accepted, the calluses on his palm and fingertips a reassuring feeling on your unblemished ones. your hands melded together as you began to trail behind the rest of the volleyball team, herding the rowdy boys out of the gym. when kita locked the doors, he grasped your hand once again and then the two of you were off, walking towards your home. kita offered to take your bag but you rejected him, giving him a knowing smile. each and every day this man offered to carry your things for him, and each and every day you declined; it had become somewhat of an inside joke between the two of you.

there was no doubt that your heart didn’t beat faster when this daily occurrence happened, though; your fondness for kita and his ever-present consideration was just as predictable as his rituals themselves. and so the two of you walked in silence, joined hands swinging slightly, the two of you sending messages back and forth via squeezing. kita squeezed your hand three times. i. love. you. you smile, still facing forward, squeezing four times. i. love. you. too.

yeah, your boyfriend was pretty much perfect. he has a big heart and although he can seem aloof, truly does care. and as he squeezed your hand five times, a glint of competitiveness in his eyes as he stole a quick glance at you, you thought, yeah, i can put off talking to him about it now. the two of you then set a brisk pace on the sidewalk, arms now swinging wildly as you nudged each other while simultaneously trying to out-squeeze the other with your hands.

almost everything about him was perfect, and you loved him for it.

#kita #kita shinsuke #kita shinsuke x reader #kita x reader #kita x reader fluff #kita x reader oneshot #haikyuu #haikyuu kita #inarizaki #haikyuu shinsuke #haikyu #this is my first time writing for him oop #i hope i could capture his energy idkkk #also uh mobile version of tumblr lit rally sucks #n e ways i’m a kita simp

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a-meghead · 4 years

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I loved ur David x me head cannons ur such a good writer like 🥺🥺🥺💖💖💖 if you have the time would you do a protective David oneshot? Love u💖

YES DSFKJLDSF i haven’t written an actual fic in SO long! this was such a nice change of pace, thanks for requesting!!

protective! David King x Reader

below the cut because it’s a little long! (wc: 1k)

An agonizing scream, followed by the horrid looming darkness protruding from the sky was your signal that only half of the beginning group remained. David, God only knows what antics he’s up to now, had been out of sight for a considerable amount of time, and you hoped (if any deity was listening to your thoughts) that he was doing something, anything productive, as you carefully disassembled your fifth pile of unidentifiable bones.

Anxious to escape, you finished up, the familiar clicking and cracking of the (most likely) human remains as they collapsed to the dim ground. By this point, David had to be finishing the last generator, or picking a fight with the woman hunting you down like prey.

Knowing him, it was probably the latter.

You stood, taking note of your surroundings. Your eyes instinctively locked on the tall metal beam with lights spiking out from the highest point.

‘So close..’ You thought to yourself-

CRACK!

Your thoughts were quickly replaced with your survivor instinct. Quickly, you looked to where the noise came from, seeing the cause. A hatchet had engraved itself to the moss covered cinder blocks.

“Shit.”

Looking opposite of the hatchet, the predator stood, preparing herself for another precise pitch.

Your reflexes did you well as you ducked, the blade barely missing your forehead. Grunting in frustration, your attacker pulled another hatchet from her belt, taking steady aim whilst approaching. You took a breath, and ran.

Twisting through the stone walls, you silently prayed that David was making progress.

For once, your prayers were answered! The familiar whirring of the exit gates echoed throughout the area, and a rush of hope was instilled in you again.

You spotted David, calling your name and waving his arms at the escape. You nodded as a strange smile came across your face; the scrapper nodded in return, pulling the lever to open the gate.

'He needs some time,' You thought, looking for a diversion. The killer was close now, still fixated on you, rather than David. A plank of wood made its way into your vision, and you realized that this would likely be your best option. Expecting the killer to follow suit, you dashed towards the pallet. She raised her arm, and SLAM, it crashed right on top of her.

David howled with laughter "Nice one mate! That'll-"

His childish taunts were cut short by the Huntresses frenzy of frustration. She was angry.

Very, very angry.

She grunted, snapping to attention much quicker than usual, and pulled her last hatchet from her belt.

Before you could react, the blade embedded itself deep into your shoulder.

You stumbled back, crying out in pain as the Huntress stomped on the pallet. You had to run, you knew you had to run, the escape was right there! But you felt paralyzed. Your heart was beating rapidly, and your fingers twitched, but you couldn't move.

The pallet finally gave in under The Huntresses force, splintering into pieces. Just as the killer rose to lunge again, David yanked you backwards.

"Ya gotta move, kid! Swear down, you gonna let 'er get away with 'at so easily?"

The pain was finally getting to you. You shook your head, still disoriented, and stumbled into him. The sight of the glowing ground was your reminder of how close the two of you were to escaping.

One final rush of hope!

David roughly grabbed you with him, and you both ran for the escape. The Huntress, recovering from her swing, heaved in anger as you both ran off, barely escaping her grasp.

You felt your head begin to clear as you escaped, running further and further into the darkness. David's footsteps echoed closely, as the realm behind the two of you collapsed. You found yourselves back near the campfire, being greeted silently by some survivors. At some point, the hatchet embedded in your shoulder had disappeared. Most assumed that the unexplainable disappearances of items and weapons were claimed by the same being that claimed your friends on the sacrificial hooks. From the whispers and visions that each survivor had experienced, they each came to the conclusion that the being should be referred to as 'The Entity'. Unfortunately, following trials, The Entity had decided that most wounds should stay in tact. "Right then, lets get ya patched up now, eh?" David smiled, motioning for you to take a seat on the ground. "Ah, I can do it," you retaliated, reaching for a stray med-kit that lie next to you. You noticeably winced from the pain, making David uneasy. "Oi." He snapped, snatching the kit from your reach. "You got that crazy blokes hatchet bloody buried inta ya. Can't be arsed to help Dwight with an injury, right, let me help ya instead." "..What..?" "Just let me help ya!" He pressed, kneeling down in front of you. "But-" "No buts." David interrupted, opening the kit. He grabbed a sponge and abdominal dressings, barely reading the directions. "David-" "Just let me do this for ya. Please." There was a sense of urgency in his voice, in the way he looked at you. You hesitated, but said nothing, finally giving in. David smiled victoriously. "Erm... What do I gotta do?" You chuckled, but flinched when the pain came searing back. A determined look came across David’s face. "Let's fix ya up." he reached for your shoulder with the sponge, carefully placing it over the wound. You moved to hold it next as David grabbed the dressings. Confused, you gave him a look. "You got a problem?" He asked, opening the pads. "Those are.. for.." "Hm?" "Abdominal dressings," you read,".. for your stomach." He froze, and laughed, "Who gives a shit, mate! This isn't an infirmary, innit?" David carefully replaced the sponge on your shoulder with the bandage, chuckling to himself. You smiled, laughing with him. For a while, the pain was numbed. David took a breath, "You should be more careful. If I hadn’t been there...” he trailed off, and sighed, “I worry about ya, ya know. Even in this shit hole, I want you to be safe. As safe as possible.” You nodded, unsure of what to say in return. Instead of words, you offered him a grateful smile. He grinned in return. --- adksjf i hope this is okay!!

#david king x reader #dead by daylight #david king #dbd x reader #dead by daylight x reader

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stray-inu-writes · 4 years

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Miss you

My entry for @poppirocks‘s 400 followers challenge ! I love both the characters of Ango and Tachihara so I thought I would write something about them (not in a shippy sense) since they are kind of similar on some points. MANGA SPOILERS ! (1K words) Tachihara glanced at the cloudy sky. Rain was probably coming in the next hour, but he didn’t bother to take an umbrella as he left his apartment. He was going to be quick, anyway : there was no point in dragging out his monthly visit. Absentmindedly, he began walking towards the cemetery, a path he knew too well. He didn’t even have to bring his phone with him, or a map ; his feet were already used to all these turns and streets. If he was honest with himself, the only thing he didn’t know was why he had taken this habit. After all, what was the point of talking with a tombstone ? His brother was already long gone and his remains were nothing more than bones buried in dirt. Plus, Michizou Tachihara wasn’t the type to dwell on the past. Or was he ? Sometimes, the difference between the real him and the persona he had put on as a cover confused him. To whom belonged these thoughts ? To the Hunting Dog or to the mafioso ? Or to neither of them ? He reached for his bandaid and sighed. He didn’t have the strength to deal with an existential crisis right now. Ango glanced at the cloudy sky. Rain was probably coming in the next hour, which incited him to reach for his umbrella. Better safe than sorry, he thought to himself as he left his apartment. Already, his mind began buzzing with everything he had to do at work. This report wasn’t going to type itself… But Tsujimura-kun had tentatively tried to lecture him about self-care and he had decided to take a day off. And since he hadn’t gone to see Oda for a long time, he bought a bouquet at the nearest flower shop and was now heading to the cemetery. Ah, well… A visit to the dead probably wasn’t the kind of activity his worried subordinate had in mind for a self-care day. Or maybe this kind of thing was taking care of himself ? Slowly making peace with his past ? Seeking forgiveness in the act of giving some of his limited time to the memory of the dead ? He let out a small chuckle. Memories… Dealing with other’s was relatively easy as long as he kept a healthy distance, but with his own… It was an entirely different matter, to say the least, a matter he had the greatest difficulty to handle. The readhead entered the cemetery. This place was always so quiet… He found himself feeling quite oppressed by the silence, heavier than any noise. Maybe it was this impression of being in an out of time bubble, where he could let go of his cover. Without thinking, Tachihara took off his bandaid, as his brother’s smiling face flickered in his mind. Every time he came here, his memories became blurrier and blurrier… His pace fastened. He didn’t want to forget the soft tone of his brother’s voice, nor the warm and fuzzy feeling in the young Michizou’s chest when he told him that he was the best little brother in the world. The man in the brown suit entered the cemetery. This place was always so quiet… But the silence had something soothing in Ango’s mind. He could even hear his own breath, the only sign of life in this land of the dead. The only one ? Not exactly. Another young man with red hair was also walking in the alleys, without an umbrella. Red hair… An image of Oda sitting in the bar, a meditative expression on his face, flashed before his eyes. Ango would never forget these small moments of friendship, where he felt he truly belonged somewhere, with these two peculiar people who were in his most treasured memories. And now… He approached his friend’s tombstone and laid the flowers there. Y. Tachihara S. Oda “Hey, big brother…”, Michizou said softly, feeling a bit ridiculous. “It’s me, again. I just wanted you to know… There’s nothin’ to worry about. The mafia people treat me well, so I’m good. Uh… That’s weird, right ? You’re not here. Not anymore. But I keep comin’. Guess I still need you, even if you’re…” He gestured at the grave. “I wonder what Gin is doing right now. Probably practicing her aim. And gramps… You don’t know them, of course, but…” For a moment, he closed his eyes. “I saw mom and dad the other day. They didn’t even look at me. But that’s probably for the best, eh ? They would probably tell me that I’m even more of a disappointment that I was before, so…” He crouched down. “I miss you, Yūto I miss you so much…” “Hello, Odasaku”, began Ango. “It’s been a long time, I’m sorry about that. Work is…overwhelming. I always have to stay overtime, even if I don’t like to. I guess it’s a way to right the wrongs… Anyway. I’m sorry I don’t come as often as I should. Another thing to add to the list of what I have to be forgiven for. Did you know I ran into Dazai the other day ? He looked at me as if a was utter garbage and that hurt. A lot. But he’s happier now. He’s good… You were good to him. And to me too. ” He took a deep breath. “I miss you, Odasaku. I miss you so much…” I miss you. I miss you so much. I miss you.

#bsd ango sakaguchi #bsd michizou tachihara #scenario #angst #poppirocks400followerchallenge #poppirocks400followerschallenge #bungou stray dogs #bsd #bsd angp #bsd tachihara

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fanfictionlive · 4 years

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I wish I could just WRITE

This may not make much sense as a rant, I'm not really sure what the issue is myself, I'm just gettin super frustrated and need to let some of it out.

So I started posting a new WIP. This is kinda a new thing for me, haven't really published anything in-progress before, especially not anything long. I'm releasing chapters every 2 weeks, aiming for about 4k per chapter, have a buffer of 2 chapters (so there's a month between me writing and me posting), so I only have to write 8k a month to keep that up. It didn't sound too difficult because 10k a month is like, on the low end for me.

Me: I can totally do this! There's no way I couldn't write at least 8k in a month! Me to me: Challenge accepted.

I don't know what it is but just sitting down to write has become so hard lately. Yeah, I've always struggled with procrastination and ended up leaving my daily word goals until like, late in the evening... but I still did my daily word goals then (okay, most of the time, I'm not perfect lmao). Lately it's been kinda different somehow. Like before there was usually a feel of "eh I know I can always do it later" and now it's more like I just don't want to. And I don't know what it is that's making me feel this way.

I have been more successful at getting words down in my notebook, but then I experience the same avoidance about typing them up, and I'm still not writing consistently even if when I am making myself write I can get a good amount out. I don't know, it's not that I feel bad, exactly? I don't usually feel that positive about my own writing but this is definitely on the upper end. I think the idea has big potential and it's gotten a good response so far (only 3 chapters out) considering all the factors, so I want to keep working on it. I re-read what I'd done so far before I started posting and I actually really liked it? An author I admire who knows the characters I'm dealing with super well has left glowing comments. I really have no complaints and so I'm totally confused about why my overwhelming response right now is a kinda feeling of "meh".

It's just... a big frustration, because I can see all these short term/immediate plot points I've mapped out (like 'act 1' of the story I suppose), I know how to get to them, but there's enough flexibility that stuff can be altered on the fly and I've actually already done that several times. It's exactly how a plan should work for me. Except it just seems to take so many words to get things done and I know it's not because of word padding, it's just that things have to play out--and I know all the reasons, like part of the point of the fic is it's a slow burn so the character interaction and dialogue that can take up several hundred words actually is important for advancing the "plot" even if nothing really happens. I can map the progress to chapters and see that I am actually hitting those plot points as a concrete marker of progression. But it still feels so god damn slow, and the fact that I'm struggling so much to sit down to write it makes it feel just that much slower.

I just wish the words could flow easily, you know? It's not like I sit here obsessing over every sentence. I don't! I don't like, go back and edit on the first draft, I don't spend ages thinking about a sentence before I write it, yet it still feels like it takes such a long time to accomplish so little. If I write 500 words I haven't even finished the scene and I can see how much more there is to do in Act 1 and the even larger, later parts of the story I haven't thought about in too much detail yet and it feels like I've done nothing. I sit here looking at people who wrote 1k, 2k, 5k, 10k, in one day and I'm like: how? How?? Which is equally stupid because I have done that, I have written that much! (Okay, I haven't done a 10k day for over 10 years, when I was in high school and had no responsibilities, and 5k days happen once in a blue moon, but I used to do 1-2k days semi-regularly. Like one a week or so). I've done NaNo several times! I can definitely write words! It just... doesn't feel like I can right now. Even 200 words and I'm like, 'wow, that was so hard' and then I won't write again for 3 or 5 days. And there's nothing wrong with writing 200 words a few times a week if that's your normal output, but I know that I can and usually do write more than that and massively, massively more consistently, and it has me really worried.

Maybe it's anxiety? I'm nervous about the fic because I want it to be good and do well. I know other people always like my fics more than I do and if even I don't think it's awful that's probably a good sign. There's just such a lot going on, I feel like I'm making a lot of decisions and having to commit to things for the plot, and I don't... think it's gone badly wrong so far but I always have doubt. I have a beta but they're fandom blind and I don't know who to talk to about characterisation issues or who to run things past that require a bit of lore/background info. It's not like it's a tiny fandom and I don't know anyone else in it, I just... don't know what to say? That sounds stupid but I'm not used to talking to people about plot stuff, I'm not really used to working with a beta for brainstorming, when I've used betas in the past I've just handed off the written stuff to them and that was it. I don't know how to just... talk about my things? Like, how to just... talk about the plot and discuss it with people. To be honest I've never really known how. But now I feel like I'm at a point where I'd really like someone to say 'oh, yeah, that makes sense' but I don't know how to approach anyone about it.

Before anyone says burn out: I've been burnt out before, badly, this doesn't feel quite the same. Maybe it's just a new and exciting way of feeling burnt out (yay...) because even though I've been writing for over a decade I still feel like I don't know anything about how to do it right. But it doesn't feel like my other burn out because I'm not totally dead creatively like I was then (still have other story ideas, got several new plot buns over the last few days, playing potential scenes in my head, etc).

So I don't know. I don't know lots of stuff and I kinda vomited it all out in this post. If you read this whole thing give yourself a pat on the back because you honestly deserve it.

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rebelskylar · 5 years

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Namgi in Heat Part 2 (Hybrid!Yoongi x Hybrid!Namjoon x You)

Type: Headcannon

Genre: Smut

Pairing: Namjoon x Reader, Yoongi x Reader

Word Count: 1k (It’s a lil less, but meh it’s basically pwp)

Warnings: Double penetration

A/N: The return of oppa and daddy lol.

PART 1!

· A moan falls from your lips involuntarily as you feel a large, calloused hand slowly kneading your boob. Two fingers simultaneously go to your nipple to pinch and tug at them, making you shiver in delight as a pair of lips sucks at your earlobe. But that isn’t what wakes you from your dreamless sleep. It’s the tongue licking up a fat stripe against your pussy.

· You sit up instantly, and the first thing you see is fluffy hair and a pair of ears. Yoongi looks up from between your legs, a grin on his face. “Babygirl”, he says. “I was aiming to wake you up gently, not shock you. But either way, you’re awake now. Gotta get you nice and wet for Joonie, eh?” He goes right back to what he was doing, not bothering to be slow not that you were awake.

· You turn back to see Namjoon looking at you sheepishly, his hands still attached to your tits. “I’m sorry baby. I didn’t want to wake you up so early in the morning, but you know how bad my heats can be.” Even in your still-kinda-sleepy state, you were realizing that you hadn’t given the poor thing a chance to be inside you before you had gone off to sleep after a good fucking from Yoongi the previous night. A guilty feeling crept up on you and you instantly went to sooth him by kissing him. Your arms wrapped around his head and pushed him onto the mattress. Namjoon saw this as some kind of challenge to his status and instantly shoved his tongue into your mouth, roughly licking into it. The feeling of him taking control made you clench your thighs around Yoongi’s head a little tighter.

· Namjoon slowly moved down to press kisses against your neck, sucking slowly into the skin, marking you for the whole world to see. You moaned as he moved even further south to lick your breasts and torture your nipples into stiff peaks. You were openly grinding in to Yoongi’s face now, begging for relief and too horny to care if he could breathe.

· Yoongi gently pushed your thighs to apart to get up. Your face flushed a deep red as he motioned to Namjoon to come and look at your cunt, who in turn wasted no time in running a finger up your slit and sucking it into his mouth. A deep sigh fell from his lips. “Baby I have to be in you right now.”, he groaned, not wasting any time before positioning his dick at your entrance and thrusting in you so hard that you would have actually moved up the bed had his hands not been holding you in place. You screamed in ecstasy at his powerful thrusts. The lewd squelching sounds quickly filled up the room like the previous night.

· Yoongi moved up to your mouth to kiss you. As soon as he was done, he gently guided your head to his cock, sitting neglected between his thighs. You were happy to oblige and quickly started sucking it, making him growl and thrust into your mouth. It took everything in you not to gag, and you diligently let saliva pool in your mouth, knowing he loved looking at you drooling all over his cock, being a slut just for him and Namjoon. He may be a little rough right now, but you knew he’d never cross the line and hurt you.

· Namjoon, who had been fucking crudely into you till now suddenly pulled you by your shoulders to sit on his lap, making Yoongi’s dick fall out of your mouth with a soft ‘pop’. His eyes darkened as he spat into your mouth and watched you swallow obediently. “Yoongi”, he snarled, still looking into your eyes. “Take her from behind.”

· Yoongi grabbed the lube from the bedside drawer, and warmed it with his hands before rubbing it into you. You clenched around Namjoon at the feeling of him touching you there, earning a growl from Namjoon.

· Yoongi rubbed his cock against your crack, and seeing the small nod you give him, pushes into you slowly. All three of you groan, you at the feeling of being so full and them at the feeling of being inside you. They begin to thrust in sync, slowly at first, but harder as your moans fill the room.

· You’re the first to cum, squealing and squirting all over them as your orgasm hits you. Namjoon increases the speed of his thrusts on seeing you cum, loving the feeling of your juices and Yoongi’s dick against him. It takes him only a few seconds more before he’s about to cum, and he pulls out of you, shuffles over to Yoongi and spurts cum all over the other male’s dick before falling onto the bed, exhausted. “You sick fuck”, Yoongi grins, before pushing you onto the mattress. He uses the extra lubrication to plough into your ass, chasing after his own orgasm. It takes him a few more thrusts before he cums, and you sigh at the feeling of both your boyfriends’ filling you up.

· You’re too tired to move as Yoongi falls down too, squeezing you between him and Joon. There definitely will be more fucking, you know that their heats are not easy to quench. Namjoon and Yoongi cuddle up to you as you take the chance to catch up on your sleep, stroking your hair and pressing soft kisses against your lips to show their love.

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auguselcouth · 3 years

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january 12, 2021

watching riley rehl’s “traveling across the country to visit a boy” vlog and kjdjksjs as much as i want to genuinely say na #noboys2021 pero AAAAAAAAA whenever i watch vlogs like these or see posts on fb, ganyan :((( napapatanong na lang ako na “what’s wrong with me?” or “pangit ba talaga ako?” ayun nasasad lang ako tbh, kaya feeling ko rin kaya ako workaholic so that i won’t feel too lonely jjdklsdk anyways enough with the sadness kjsjjkdj hay sobrang gutom na me at 1:22 am!!!! pero syempre diet mode pa rin kasi i have goals before my bday

really tired from that workout, and mental gymnastics ng ba 181!! so i won’t write too long na, and feed my sad thoughts!! kasi most of the time i know na it’s just my brain hating me, period hormones, or both.

sobrang saya ko kanina na ako ung highest!! from the exam i took for 9 hrs!!! and sure nang uno ung ba 115 huhuhu msksd pero after nun, napatanong na naman ako bigla na para san ba tong ginagawa ko?? para san ba to lahat?? HAHAHAHAHAHAH ksdksdj na why do i aim for high grades always?? na bakit gusto ko mag magna? na kanino ko ba talaga prinoproove sarili ko?? na palagi bang dapat may purpose lahat ng bagay? or okay lang naman na wala and just do the things i do because i genuinely like doing them??

in addition (HAHAHA kaka-essay ko na ata to), hanggang kailan ko kaya sasanayin ang sarili kong maging mapag-isa, hanggang kailan ko kaya lulunurin sarili ko sa trabaho para ‘di ko maramdaman na may kulang sakin?

alam ko naman talaga na walang kulang, na nalulungkot lang ako, at alam ko rin na kailangan ko pang pangalagaan at pagdaanan ang pag-iisa kasi sobrang dami kong matututunan at natututunan!! and actually i’m all for it -- being genuinely independent. di ko lang talaga alam kung hanggang kailan?? na makakahanap kaya ako ng taong magmamahal sakin ng way na deserve ko? :(( na meron din kayang nakalaan para sakin?? na matututo din kaya akong magmahal? :((

haha i really want to cry, not because i’m sad, but because the answer to these questions might not be the things i hope for, and that will break my heart.

siguro di genuine ung #noboys2021 ko, pero one thing’s for sure tho-- is that no boys muna uli na legit, until what we both want is real :(( and imposible pa talaga to have that in this environment, so another full year of being alone and learning and growing!!! i genuinely just want to know if there’s someone that exist, only for me. sabi kasi ni tin nun, feel niya raw real ung destiny, eh ako i think i don’t believe in that na, and what i believe in is that you should be committed in making things work :))), growing together, and just overall making each other the best version of themselves. I really hope to have that, someday.

anyways some milestones na i want to remember this week (which is genuinely bakit dapat ako nagsusulat ngayon jsdksjd pero naging rant fest na lang hahahah)

1. overworked myself last week,which paid off -- twio mistakes lang sa ba 115 and di ako nadeduct for my late submissions sa work!! i think madami pa dapat akong need ayusin uli by the next po :(( sana bigyan pa ako uli pls!!

2. spontaneous roadtrip with elem friends!! roundtrip sa tagaytay nung bday ni james!!

one for the books tbh, feel ko kung nakakausap ko lang din sila ng maayos, mas masaya ako kasi ganun talaga akong tao, like i feed off from genuinely talking from people, ung mga deep talks, ganyan!! pero i think i also learned na rin na elem friends are not those kind of people lang,

3. wala na ako nafifeel for him at all!! na feel ko nasa pt na kami nang friendship where we can both laugh abt it na lang hehe as in gusto ko na shang tanungin bat di nya ako jinowa smh HAHAHA

4. wala na rin akong nafifeel kay francis HAHAHAHHAHA ew @ me bat di ka makamove on don!! di naman sobrang pogi!! paasa pa, maganda ka pls period!!

5. less screen time in social media!!! after talaga ng sem na to bye everyone muna, magrerevel lang ako in cooking, baking, cross-stitching, music, and hopefully vlogging and editing!!

6. was able to do a new channel for youtube!! kaya kaya 1k subs by the end of the year? ;))

anyways thank u for listening to my ramblings!! i am so tired, i think i need to sleep na talaga kjdklsj and fix my sleeping time ++ finish my last requirement by tom!! good night, i love u!!

p.s.: always know your why, but do not force all things to have a purpose!!

#stories #rant #01122021

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phgq · 4 years

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Volunteers help troops feed over 1K ‘Ulysses’ victims in Rizal

#PHnews: Volunteers help troops feed over 1K ‘Ulysses’ victims in Rizal

MANILA – Various organizations gathered to help the Armed Forces of the Philippines’ (AFP) mobile kitchen personnel prepare ‘nutritious’ hot meals for residents in Barangay Sta. Ana in Taytay, Rizal on Sunday.

“You can see na dito sa Pilipinas na pag may kailangan ng tulong, everybody wants to help. Kahit ako namimigay lang, I feel happy seeing them happy. By just being here, I can give a feeling of hope na kahit anong mangyari makita nila na hindi sila nag-iisa (In the Philippines when someone needs help, everybody wants to help. Even if you’re only handing out the food packs, I feel happy seeing them happy. By just being here, I can give a feeling of hope [for the victims], so they can see that whatever may happen, they are not alone),” Miss Universe Philippines first runner-up Bella Ysmael, ambassador of Avignon Clinic, said in an interview.

Avignon Clinic’s foundation, the Beauty and Heart organization, sponsored the two-day relief program of the AFP in depressed communities in the province of Rizal.

Jocelyn Managula, one of the founding heads of Beauty and Heart, said their group wants to help bring ‘hot meals’ to the tables of families whose houses were damaged by the strong winds and flooding brought by Typhoon Ulysses.

“We are helping in partnership with the government to reach out to the victims and also help promote the mobile kitchen of the AFP. Aside from canned goods and instant food items often received as relief, offering hot meals is a good way to send them our good thoughts,” she said.

The group provided the financial support to produce nutritious meals for lunch and dinner for two days to communities in Taytay and Rodriguez towns.

The mobile kitchen can prepare meals for more than 1,000 people in every batch of cooking, the military personnel said.

Apart from the private sector, community volunteers also stepped in to extend a helping hand to the military.

Lt. Col. Rimrad Feraer, commanding officer of the 80th Infantry Battalion expresses his gratitude to everyone who took part of the activity. GMA celebrity Kris Bernal and Miss Universe Philippine first-runner up Bella Ysmael are shown in the background. Photo by Joey Razon

Maj. Celeste Frank Sayson, unit commander of the AFP’s 7th Civil Relations Group, shared that the around 60 military personnel who are deployed to prepare and distribute the food were also joined by volunteers from the Barangay UP Campus.

“They are part of the organized communities from the AFP’s Raise to One Million Gardens project in the National Capital Region. These people are inspired to participate in civil service engagements such as this feeding program because they have also felt the impact of it firsthand, so they want to share their time,” he said.

The "Raise to One Million Gardens in NCR" is part of the "Kapwa Ko, Sagot Ko" campaign of CRS. It aims to promote and support food production in Metro Manila especially those affected by the community quarantine.

The “Kapwa Ko, Sagot Ko” initiative also helped usher in volunteers from the Hands Off Our Children (HOC) group, an integral part of the National Task Force on Ending Local Communist Armed Conflict (NTF-ELCAC)

Angel Abella, senior community manager of NTF-ELCAC, said that other than the common activities of HOC which are setting up information drives to educate the youth and their parents of deceptive tactics of leftist organizations, the members also involve themselves in community engagements like this as part of the whole-of-nation approach of the government.

“This is a way to show others that we can make a difference by joining relief drive services and it is even better if it is with the government, para bang magkasama-sama lahat para magkaisa tayo para sa pagtulong sa mga kababayan na nangangailangan (it is a way of showing that everyone can come together to help rebuild the communities in need),” she said.

“This area is among the heavily affected parts during the Typhoon Ulysses but there were no casualties because people and its local government are wary of the advisories knowing that even light rains can submerge its streets in water,” he said.

Feraer’s group has also conducted preemptive evacuation efforts to help mitigate the effects of the typhoon.

“Now that the residents are back in their homes and are in the stage of recuperating, seeing different groups merge together, the AFP and police with the private sector, there is the spirit of Bayanihan showing here. Iba ang impact pag nakikita nila ang gobyerno mismo, yung mga effort ng makakaliwang grupo para ma-poison ang isipan ng mga bata para magalit eh hindi tumatalab (It is different when they can see government officials doing these services firsthand, the efforts of leftist groups to poison the minds of the young people to agitate does not come through),” he continued.

An Army troop prepares sinampalukang manok for the beneficiaries of the feeding program

The AFP’s mobile kitchen is operated by a team of soldiers with proper culinary training.

The AFP said it can be assembled in less than 30 minutes and can be used to prepare complete meals for 300 people. With its modular design, it can be easily transported even in difficult terrains. Aside from its large food preparation surface, the materials of the trailer are also designed to maintain hygiene in the kitchen. (PNA)

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References:

* Philippine News Agency. "Volunteers help troops feed over 1K ‘Ulysses’ victims in Rizal." Philippine News Agency. https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1123325 (accessed November 30, 2020 at 08:51PM UTC+14).

* Philippine News Agency. "Volunteers help troops feed over 1K ‘Ulysses’ victims in Rizal." Archive Today. https://archive.ph/?run=1&url=https://www.pna.gov.ph/articles/1123325 (archived).

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fyeahcaptn · 7 years

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kc canon-ish + sure they're "just friends then" and she wasn't q u i t e ready for him to show her the world (yet), but she was hungry and that girl that she saw get a bit too handsey with klaus at the bar looked delicious okay??

okay, this turned out wayy longer than planned. almost 4k for something that was supposed to be around 1k. eh. bonnie and caroline friendship! post 5x11. no babies. actually includes some plot. smut, so nsfw.

ff. ao3.

Caroline hadn’t planned on coming to New Orleans after she’d left Mystic Falls. Not for a very long time, at the very least. She knew she would eventually. Knew she’d seek him out, but she wanted a few decades, if not more, to roam the world first. She wanted to figure out who she was.

However, she’d barely had time to enjoy all New York had to offer, when Bonnie had appeared, with wild hair and bright eyes, as she’d been roaming around the streets.

The witch had almost startled her, which was… weird, to say the least.

“Bonnie,” she’d exclaimed, before her lips curled upwards, a grin splitting her face. “What are you-”

“Are you busy?” Bonnie had cut in.

“Um…”

“I’m headed to New Orleans,” Bonnie had told her, “and I was hoping that my partner in crime would want to follow me.”

“New Orleans?” She’d raised an eyebrow, her voice raising slightly. “What the hell are you doing there?”

“My grams came to me in a dream,” she’d murmured, her eyes flicking up to Caroline’s, and Caroline had seen the hesitation in them.

Caroline raised an eyebrow.

“A witchy dream?”

“I think so,” she’d murmured. “We have some relatives there. In New Orleans. And she thinks they’re in trouble. She wants me to help, and she said that they could help me too. That they were very powerful, could teach me things she never got the chance to.”

So, Caroline had agreed. Despite her better judgement.

She’d smiled at her friend, because no way was she letting Bonnie face that city alone.

“Do I have time to pack?”

Bonnie had just grinned at her.

“Please, as though you’d leave without at least half of your closet. And besides, this is New York. We could get in a few hours shopping, before. I’ve already booked our flight.”

She’d be annoyed if she didn’t appreciate preparedness so much.

Bonnie knows it too, from the grin she gives Caroline.

So, really, it should be no surprise, that from the minute she lands, she senses vampires (and hybrids, if she’s not mistaken) on her tail. She doesn’t say anything to Bonnie, merely aims to get them back to their hotel room, where she can pretend they aren’t there.

Bonnie, bless her heart, had booked them two rooms. Said they were already paid for, once they’d got to the reception area.

“I know you like your own space now and again,” the brunette had told her. “And besides, who knows what you'll… get up to,” she settles on, “while you’re here.”

She hears what Bonnie doesn’t say. Has to admit that her own mind had drifted back to him, once or twice, on the way over here, and she knows Bonnie’s probably has too, considering what she’d told her, after that day in the woods.

“I doubt that’ll be a problem,” she grits her teeth. “But, thank you.”

Bonnie gives her a wolfish grin, and she almost wants to hit her.

“Just give me a heads up, if I’m not to expect you for a few days.” A poke in her ribs, that has her glaring. “You’re not the only one who worries, Care.”

Caroline had snorted, rolling her eyes.

“I wouldn’t worry about it, Bon. I have no plans of seeing anyone while we’re here.”

She swore she saw Bonnie’s lips twist up.

“We’ll see,” her friend tells her.

Their rooms are up on the seventh floor, and honestly, she doesn’t even remember the name of the hotel, but Bonnie tells her to get some sleep.

“We’ll start tomorrow. I think I have a good idea of where to start,” Bonnie murmurs, before she shrugs. “At the very least, we can do some sight seeing. Try and get our footing around here.”

“Sure thing,” she sighs.

She intends to do what Bonnie suggested; maybe get in a nice, warm bath, and wipe the travelling grime off her, and get a good, few hours sleep, before they venture into the city. It’s her first time out of Virginia, and she fully intends to enjoy it.

That is, until there’s a knock at the door.

And really, she knows who it is, even before she opens the door. Still, she sighs, as she opens it.

He’s there. Dressed in his casual henleys, usual smirk in place, and his too blue eyes gazing down at her, just as they always use to. He’s posed casually, one arm wrapped around his back, as his other stays tucked into the front pocket of his jeans.

“Hello, Caroline,” he greets, his smile smug.

“Klaus.”

It comes out a little breathier than she intended it to, as her breath catches. And the bastard notices it, before he chuckles.

“Miss me already?” he grins.

She rolls her eyes, as she pops her hip against the door frame.

“Please.” She even bats her eyes at him.

His grin widens, even if possible.

“Are you going to invite me in?” he requests, cordial and all.

She raises an eyebrow in response.

“It’s a hotel room,” she tells him in that duh tone of hers. “You don’t need an invitation to enter, Klaus, or have you not been paying attention in the last millennium of your life?”

He laughs.

“Not necessary, but certainly appreciated,” he murmurs, as he pushes off, until there are less than a few centimetres between them.

She rolls her eyes.

“What are you doing here, Klaus?”

He gives her a look that she can’t quite read before he responds.

“I think the better question is what are you doing here, Caroline? This is my city, after all. I’m sure you remember,” he brags.

She knows what he’s implying. Thinking that she’s here for him, decades, centuries even, before he’d expected her, because she knew he had. She expected her to be here, so she can’t imagine that he doesn’t. Just a while before he was expecting her.

“I’m here with Bonnie,” she tells him, and it sounds defensive even to her own ears. “Sorry to break your bubble, buddy, but I’m not here for you.” A pause and then, “I didn’t come to screw up the life you have here, I promise. Bonnie has some witchy business. I wasn’t about to throw her to the wolves alone.”

Because like he said, it is his city, and she feels like she owes him that much.

“Yes,” he says, voice tight, and she can tell she’s struck a nerve. “So I’ve heard.”

“…okaay?”

She really should expect his next words.

“Why don’t you come stay at the compound?” The with me is implied, and she bites her lip. “Bring your friend.”

She cocks her head, as though she’s contemplating it.

“I think we’ll pass,” she tells him, her voice hard.

His eyes turn dark.

“You’re not safe here,” he insists. “There’s more going on in this city than you realise, Caroline. You’re safest with me.”

She snorts, “And what? You’re just gonna keep an eye on me twenty-four-seven?”

“It certainly wouldn’t be a hardship,” he murmurs.

She narrows her eyes.

“Maybe it would be for me,” she spits, a little more aggressively than need be, even she admits that, and she sighs. “Look, Klaus. I won’t be here long. Just until Bonnie’s wrapped her business up, and I’ll be out of your hair. I doubt anyone would want to hurt little ol’ me.”

“You’d be surprised,” he murmurs, and he takes a step towards her, “what people would do to get their hands on what they perceive is my weakness.”

Caroline’s not quite sure how to take that

“I’m not your anything,” she tells him firmly.

He looks more amused than anything, and he shakes his head.

“Do you really want to stay at this sub-par accommodation, Caroline? I can assure you, my property can offer you more comfort.” A pause, as he grits his teeth, and then, “You needn’t spend time with me if you don’t wish it. I do, obviously. That goes without saying. I just want you to be safe.”

She falters slightly at that, and damn him, because it works. He knows it works.

So, she sighs.

“Fine.”

His eyes light up his entire face.

“But, I am leaving New Orleans as soon as Bonnie is ready,” she warns him.

He just smiles.

“Maybe,” he murmurs. “But, just wait until you see the rest of the city. I’m sure you’ll fall in love with it, as have I.”

And that’s how she ends up (temporarily, it is really) living with Klaus. And his siblings.

(Rebekah is still a pain in the ass, but Kol is mainly amusing, and she finds she likes Freya. Freya is nice and kind, unlike the rest of the Mikaelsons, and she even offers to help Bonnie out, giving Caroline one thing less to worry about.)

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Bonnie, as it turns out, is actually one to fall in love with the city. She likes that it’s so populated with witches, people like her, and she’s even managed to strike a deal with Klaus about the treatment of witches in the city. Well, she had made Caroline banter it out, but details. So, she decides to stay.

“You don’t have to stay,” she tells Caroline one night, when Caroline had come to her room.

“Huh?”

Caroline looks puzzled.

“I know you weren’t planning on staying that long, that you wanted to travel. So, you can take off. If you’d like,” Bonnie murmurs. “I know what I’m dealing with now, and I feel settled now. It almost feels like home.”

Caroline looks suspicious, but she doesn’t comment on that, and she sighs.

“Where are you gonna live?”

Bonnie laughs, because that is so Caroline. Practical to the end.

“Sophie’s been helping me find a place,” she reveals. “I can move in next week. It’s a studio apartment, and I’ve offered to do shifts at Rousseau’s to help fund for it. She said she could do with the help.”

“Oh.”

“I mean, if you wanna stay for another few days, and help me move in, I’d super appreciate it. And you could come back and visit me all the time! I know you’ve liked it here too,” Bonnie encourages. “But I know that you’ve been itching to travel too.”

“Yeah,” Caroline smiles. “I’ll figure something out.”

They don’t talk about it for the rest of the night, but Freya’s head pops around the door after a very brief knock a couple of hours later.

“Hey.”

“Freya,” Caroline grins.

“You girls interested in some cocktails?”

Caroline gives her a look, and Bonnie laughs.

“Do you even have to ask?” it’s Caroline who speaks up.

Freya’s devilish grin definitely matches that of her siblings when she smiles.

“Excellent. Everyone else is going too. Wasn’t sure whether to bother you, but there’s only so much of my family I can handle in one night.” She smiles, after an eye roll. “So get ready.”

And that’s how Caroline finds herself in her current complication.

They’d decided to get in one car, and the driver (they actually have a driver, so pretentious, though she doesn’t say anything) always asks “Mr. Klaus” when he’d like to be picked up. Klaus had grinned at her eye roll. The entire way to the club, Klaus had sat next to her, and she’d gulped at the feeling of his thigh pressed against her bare skin.

They’d grown closer since she’d moved (still temporarily) into his compound, and she’d spent some time with him. He’d shown her his favourite sights of the city, his favourite restaurant, his favourite bar, and she can admit that she gets why he loves it here so much. She could stand to stay longer.

It’s when they get to the club, and she and Bonnie go to the ladies that the problem occurs.

They’ve just walked out, when she sees him. Except this time, he’s got a brunette attached to him. What she isn’t prepared for is the tightening of her stomach, the emotion that swells in her throat, as she swallows.

Bonnie cocks her head, when Caroline’s fingernails dig into her palms.

“Everything okay over there?” She sounds amused.

“Just fine.” Caroline grits her teeth. “Why don’t we get a drink?”

Bonnie still looks amused, even as she lets Caroline lead her over to the bar.

“You could interrupt, you know,” Bonnie murmurs. “I’m sure he wouldn’t mind.”

She wants to, she really does.

“What Klaus does is his business,” Caroline says firmly, even if she doesn’t quite believe it. “I have no right to control over who he wants to see.”

“If that’s what you want to believe,” Bonnie mutters.

Caroline glares, but she doesn’t comment. Instead, she puts on her best fake smile.

“So, are we doing shots or not?”

She’s not sure how many shots she takes that night. It’s definitely a lot, and she’s definitely drunker than she has been in a while. And she’s soon alone, when a (witchy) guy Bonnie knows convinces her into a dance. She looks hesitant at Caroline, though.

“Go,” Caroline encourages. “I can handle myself. I’ll see if I can find Freya.”

She doesn’t, but at least Bonnie won’t worry.

She keeps her eye on Klaus, her eyes burning a hole through his companion’s back, as she grins up at him, her hand strategically placed on his chest, and he smiles down at her, with that smile he usually saved for her.

She wishes she could deny the feeling coursing through her, but she knows it’s jealousy. And it isn’t long before the glass in her hand is smashed, and she swears under her breath.

When she looks up, she sees Klaus'… thing walking away, and she swears he’s baiting her, but she pounces, following the girl out of the door.

Well? She was hungry. It had been days since she’d fed. And she had been feeding from the vein lately, especially since she’d come to New Orleans, where blood bags were sparse. If it was someone Klaus had been feeling up, well, that was nobody’s business.

She flashes outside, and the girl is startled for a minute, before she relaxes.

“Oh, it’s you. You’re Klaus’ friend, aren’t you?” the girl asks.

She snaps at friend, and her eyes dilate.

“Don’t struggle. Don’t scream.”

And then, her fangs are buried in her neck.

She counts to ten, as she drinks, like Stefan had taught her, but she doesn’t want to stop when she starts. Blood is pumping through her veins, and she presses the girl against the wall behind the club, her fingers curling in her red hair.

She doesn’t stop, not even when she feels a presence behind her. Followed by a lean chest pressing to hers, and a hand brushing her hair to the side. Because she knows that presence. Knows the feel of his hands. Has had specific dreams of them for weeks now.

A chuckle is pressed against her neck, and she feels the vibrations race through her

“Easy, sweetheart,” the words are almost whispered in the night. “Wouldn’t want to kill her now, would we?”

His words spur her back into the present, and she lets the girl drop, unsurprised when she scatters away, as the compulsion breaks. The second she’s gone, she’s twisted around, as Klaus picks her up, and her back is against the wall, her legs curled around his hips, as he presses against her. His smirk is in place just as always.

His eyes are wild, as he looks at her, and they soon dart down to her blood-stained lips. She curls her fingers around his neck in response, trying to encourage him to kiss her. And he does, for a few short minutes. His lips moving enthusiastically against hers, his tongue flicking out against the blood on her lips.

She swallows his groan, when she grinds her hips into his. Even more so, when his tongue sweeps into the hot cave of her mouth, but it’s all for naught, when he pulls away a few moments later.

“Not so fast, love,” he tells her.

She actually growls at him.

“Just fuck me,” she tells him, and watches as his eyes dilate in lust, before he shakes his head.

“Gladly,” he murmurs. “Just as soon as you admit that you were jealous.”

She snorts, though she can’t exactly deny it at this point.

“Please.”

“Because I want you,” he murmurs, and his erection digs into her thigh, that has her rocking against him for more. “God, do I want you. But not until you admit this. Admit that there is something between us, and you’re not just planning to run away as soon as possible. That you were jealous because she laid a hand on what was yours. Because I am yours, Caroline. I’ve been yours for longer than I care to admit. Just as you are mine.”

It’s the swivel of his hips that does it really, as she aches for more, gasping.

“Fine,” she gasps. “I was jealous. And I wanted to kill her. Happy?”

“Completely,” he agrees.

Her underwear is torn a minute later, and she growls again.

“I’m going to start billing you,” she tells him, her eyes narrowed.

He grins, and she hears the ruffle of fabric as he undoes his jeans, followed by the ripping of her dress.

“I’m fairly certain you won’t care by the time I’m through with you, Caroline.”

And then he thrusts into her, in one perfect move, and she groans, and decides that she probably does agree with him. Even if he is an ass.

She gasps, her head falling back, when he starts a rhythm that has her rocking against him in response, his hand under her ass, pulling her back onto him, when he pulls away. Her hands are underneath his arms, scratching at his back, with marks that heal almost simultaneously. Her eyes soon drift closed, but Klaus decides that isn’t enough.

“No,” he growls, and it’s pure sex, that has her clenching around him. “Eyes on me,” he demands, and she’s helpless to disagree.

In another move, he has her hands pinned above her head, with one of his, whilst his other grips her waist, as he fucks her. Hard and fast, like they need it. They have time for slow and deep later, but right now? She just needs him.

“God, Klaus,” she lets out, when he hits the perfect spot.

He knows it and smirks, pressing himself closer to her, her breasts crushed against his chest.

“Anyone could find us at any moment. You realise that, don’t you?” he muses, though she’s pleased to note his breathing is heavy too, as he thrusts back into her.

“Don’t care,” she gasps. “Just don’t stop.”

He just raises an eyebrow, and his thrusts pause.

“Don’t care? Tell me, Caroline, do you like it? Does it turn you on?”

She grits her teeth at him.

“If you’re not going to fuck me, I can do it myself,” she snarls.

“As satisfying as me?”

He’s got her there.

“Yes,” she snarls. “I

She manages to get out of his grip, and she reaches for his neck, pulling forward, until he kisses her, her tongue swiping against his lower lip, until he opens up for her, and his hips soon imitate the movement of his lips, making her smirk against him.

"Good to know,” he tells her.

She wants to know what he means by that, but his thrusting back into her, with a speed and force that she very much appreciates, and it’s not long before she’s nearly there. Klaus knows it too, angles his hips at the right time, and slides his thumb against her clit, right before she falls apart, clenching around him.

“Klaus,” his name is long and drawn out, and very much loud, considering where they were.

Her head tips back, and this time he doesn’t stop her, as his lips attach themselves to her neck, when he groans her name. He lets her ride out her orgasm, and she draws his own from him, his back arching, as his neck stiffens, before he collapses against her, holding them against the wall.

“Seriously?” she mutters, when they both come back too.

Klaus separates them, pulling out of her with a wince, as he tries to right his clothing.

“What’s that, love?” he asks distractedly.

“My dress,” she moans. “How am I supposed to go home like this?”

He smirks, “I rather like you like this.”

“You would,” she mutters. “But I don’t particularly want to show the good china off to every person who walks by.”

“Neither do I,” he agrees. “You are for my eyes only.”

She rolls her eyes.

“And you are a possessive ass,” she tells him.

“I’m a wolf, Caroline,” he reminds her, as though she needs it. “I’m possessive by nature. And even my wolf knows that you are mine.” She doesn’t comment, and he raises an eyebrow, “Can you handle that?”

She let’s that settle for a moment, before she steps up to him, presses herself against him, and curls her hand around his neck.

“Why don’t you call James to get us home?” she asks him, her eyes flicking down to his lips, before they land back on his eyes, “and I’ll show you exactly what I can handle.”

His smile is blinding, and it’s still there, as she manages to somehow right her dress so it covers the important parts, when James pulls up, and they get into the car.

“What?” she mutters.

He just grins, “Nothing, love.” And then, “I have a balcony you know,” he murmurs, as he cranes his neck, dropping kisses to her neck, his hand tracing over her thigh. “We could use it to test your exhibition streak.”

“I was thinking we could test your shower out actually,” she says, her hand dropping to his thigh, and palming his half-hard erection. “I had a bet with Bonnie that you’d stole the best one. And I have many plans. After we test out your bed.”

He groans, and tells James to step on it.

(She’d called New Orleans home.)

#klarolinearborday #klaroline #klaroline drabbles #klaroline fanfiction #klaroline smut #drabbles #kc drabbles #requests #drabble requests #jealousy #shauna for ts #shauna answers #mine #thetourguidebarbie

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ITK Newsletter, no. XCVIII: LUNAR-PICK MODERN COMIC REVIEW! - Moon Knight Vol. 6, issue #3

Hello Loonies!

Another newsletter is thrust upon you and I am hoping you catch it with both hands!

After an action packed previous week (I recorded a guest spot on another podcast, as well as releasing two episodes last week for ITK), it's time to settle things down and resume our usual groove. This coming weekend, Connorshu and I will be tackling a continuation of the Modern Run reviews which fall on every waxing crescent...

PHASE OF THE MOON: WAXING CRESCENT

MOON KNIGHT VOL. 6, ISSUE #3

'PART 3 OF 1ST STORY' BY BRIAN MICHAEL BENDIS & ALEX MALEEV

Yep, we'll be looking at Bendis' run again, and to be completely honest with you - doing a re-read of this isn't half bad! I know there's alot of heat from Loonies of this run, but kinda knowing that it's so different and flies int eh face of Moon Knight canon, makes this re-read alter my expectations and enjoy it for what it is...

We've also received some feedback from Loonies on our iTunes rating and reviews (which we are eternally grateful) and there has been a call for a more in-depth analyses of these books rather than just touching the surface, so to speak.

We here at ITK pride ourselves with listening to the Loonies out there, but would also like to make our podcast accessible to all Loonies from all walks of life and from all levels of experience. You may be a seasoned long-time MK fan, or just new to the game -either end of the spectrum, we hope to accommodate on our podcast!

So look out for our slight tweak to our comic review in this upcoming episode. We'll aim to add a bit more framework to the main points and hopefully it can add some value to some long-time MK fans listening out there. Much of our podcast is based on just two friends chatting about what they love and looking at Moon Knight through their eyes and what we love about him - so we'll keep our brand of banter going but at the same time, will try and add more depth where we can...

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1000 MEMBERS REACHED! GIVEAWAY TIME!

Can't believe it! We've surpassed 1000 members! A HUGE thank you to all the Loonies who have joined the community and as mentioned we had a competition for the chance to win an official ITK T-shirt as a way of saying thank you for all your support.

Entries closed once we hit the big 1K, so best of luck to those entrants who registered ti be in the running! We'll announce the winner on the upcoming episode too (I have to remind Connorshu to bring his 12 sided die! :P).

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I believe there may be a discount on around this time, so you may be able to score gear at a discounted price!

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Crankshift kiss except that it's an accident and neither of them were expecting it and it's horribly awkward until they talk about it and have an Actual Kiss that isn't an accident.

(so we’re skipping all the backstory of how they know each other as their civilian identities but it’s there in some world, also this is almost 1k so some of it is under the cut)

Redshift’s original plan was to headbutt Crank in the face. Because Crank currently has his arms trapped and he can’t afford to get his legs tied up in some complicated kicking maneuver, since tangled legs make it approximately 813% harder to shift away.

So he aims for the face. Specifically, the nose, because that’s nice and breakable.

He does not hit the nose.

Right at the moment that Redshift moves his head down, Crank moves his head up, resulting in their chins slamming into each other with enough force that it almost makes Redshift wish he’d gotten a mouthgard like Eli had suggested.

Almost.

“Ow, fuck,” Crank says, but he still doesn’t let go of Redshift’s arms. “You know, if you wanted to make out, you could have just asked.”

“Nice try,” Redshift says, and he stomps on Crank’s foot and shifts out of his hold.

They’re only a little drunk, but apparently drunk enough that Ace has decided to overshare about his romantic history, and Alex is thanking heaven for small blessings that Ace has decided to focus on Marcus instead of anyone he’s actually had sex with, because otherwise who knows how the conversation would go.

“His face is so kissable,” Ace laments. “Like, is it depressing that I have a vision for how making out with him would go? It’s depressing, isn’t it. That’s what I thought. And he’s straight. Ugh, the world is the worst. Guys with the nicest faces are always straight.” He finishes the wine in his mug and pours himself some more. “Are you?”

“Huh? Straight?” Alex says, because he’s been very focused on his own mug of wine and not as focused on listening to a detailed description of Marcus.

“Mmhmm. I’m not.”

“I know. Nah, I’m super bi. Haha. Super bi.”

“Weird. ‘Cause you have a nice face. So according to my algorithm you should be straight.”

“I don’t know if that’s how algorithms work? I don’t know how algorithms work. But I don’t think that’s it.”

“Whatever. It’s close enough, right?”

“Yeah.” Alex drinks some more of his wine and finds himself saying, “You know, you have a nice face too.”

“Mm. Thanks. I’ve been talking for so long,” he says all of a sudden. “Have I? It feels like so long.”

“Not that long.”

“You haven’t talked that much.”

Alex shrugs.

“So talk to me! It’s wine drunk feeling sharing time. Like… I don’t know. Tell me about your Marcus.”

“My… my Marcus?”

Ace throws his hand in the air in some sort of attempt at a gesture. “Yeah. Like that person who’s like, straight or some bullshit, but their face is really kissable, like did I tell you about—”

“You did,” Alex says, because he does not want to get drawn into another Ace monologue about Marcus. And it looks like Alex is a little more sober, also. “I don’t have a Marcus.”

Ace gapes. “You don’t?”

“Nah. Like, what makes a face kissable? I don’t know. The face can be… whatever it wants to be, and I’ll just be over here somewhere because I don’t know what I’m doing. Because I’ve never done it. Too busy,” he clarifies.

“Huh. Well, do you want to try it?”

Alex blinks. “Like right now?”

“I mean we’re just sitting here getting drunk, it’s not like we’re doing anything important.”

“Eh, why not.”

“‘Kay. I’m gonna kiss you, then.”

“I mean, I already said you had a nice face. So that’s fine.”

Ace puts down his wine mug, and he scoots over on the couch, but then he flops down on Alex’s legs and says, “Nah, I’m not gonna. ‘Cause we’re both drunk and you never kissed anyone before. You gotta remember.”

“What, you’re just so great that I need to be sober?”

“Damn straight.”

“Damn not straight.”

“Yeah. That too.” Ace moves so he’s actually lying on the couch with his head resting on Alex’s shins and his feet hanging off the other end (it’s not that long of a couch). “But call me when you’re sober. Hey, that’s a song name.”

“I don’t know it.”

“‘S Evanescence.”

“That’s why I don’t know it.”

“Sucks to be you.”

“You’re a little slow today,” Redshift says as he sidesteps Crank’s elbow and returns one of his own. “Late night? Bad hangover? Missed your morning coffee?”

“Something like that,” Crank replies. “But how about you, hm? Don’t think I haven’t noticed you not shifting. That plus the fluffy hair is a dead giveaway.”

“Oh, don’t worry about me. I’ve just decided you’re not worth shifting for.”

“Really? I’m hurt. I’m deeply wounded. Or I would be, if you were landing any hits.”

“Whatever. Not like you’re landing any, either.”

“So I remember all of last night.”

“I hope that’s not sarcasm, because you were definitely not drunk enough to black out.”

“It’s not sarcasm. So I thought I’d just mention that I’m sober now, and I’m still down if you are.”

“Well, I’m still down too.”

They stand there in silence for a few moments before Alex says, “Okay, so how do we do this?”

Ace steps closer. “I think you stop being so damn tall and get on my level, and then we can figure out how we do this.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Alex finds out that Ace’s face is very kissable.

#alex/ace #crankshift #birl writes #sharp zero

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