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idontplaytrack · 2 months

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“God, you’re crazy.”

In collaboration with: @livil589!

Janis 'Imi'ike x protective! fem reader

Warnings: MDNI, smut. Oral, fingering(Janis receiving), coarse language

In which, a typically reserved reader lets her protective side shine and Janis secretly loves it, becoming a cute, flustered mess.

The moment you got together with Janis, the whole school found out immediately. You see, after the whole shit show with Regina’s Burn Book got resolved, and the fact that Regina got the unbelievable punishment of getting hit by a bus, Janis and Regina who once couldn’t stand being in the company of the other, started being civil to each other so much so that they were now almost friends again. But you, well…you couldn’t stand it- the way she hurt Janis. Especially the fact that Regina had been getting people to make fun of her for months before she realized…the sissy lis incident. Every time you think of it, it makes your blood boil. Janis knew it made you angry, it still made you angry and she was honestly impressed. You were the good kid– but not the teacher’s pet. The student who just existed in the environment, under the radar. Regina didn’t even know you existed till you walked into the school with Janis’ arm around your waist. That was what caused the beloved queen bee of North Shore to notice your existence.

“Hey, Janis.” Regina shut her locker and approached Janis, “Who’s this?”

At first, you were pretty certain she meant no malice- because Janis greeted her without seeming like she wanted to punch the blonde in the face. “My girlfriend,” Janis answered simply as she went about her current task of picking out the necessary textbooks from her locker– which was surprisingly neater than your own (She makes fun of you for it sometimes, but she means no harm). The artist was a big softie and you knew it- only you knew it. Damian too, maybe, but it was never truly that obvious.

“I know.” Regina responded in her usual tone, “But who is she? Never seen her before.”

“Now you have.” Janis shrugged. But that tone made you want to claw at her- that condescending tone. Intentional or not, it was driving you nuts and fast.

“Strange…” You finally opened your mouth, and her eyes searched for your voice a little before her gaze lands on you, “I know who you are...and I know what you did. I’ve been in your classes since middle school and I cannot believe you.”

Your body was tense as you felt the warmth of Janis’ hands touch your shoulder, to calm you down. Regina tries to look unfazed, nonchalant…but there was a moment where you caught the shock in her eyes- they faltered.

“You’re right Janis, now I do know who she is. Impressive, like a secret weapon, hm? She looks so…sweet and innocent, but once that cute little mouth of hers opens up, it surprises you.” Regina continues. Seriously? Your nostrils flared as Janis shot her a disgusted look, “Are you done, Regina?” Janis was slowly but surely losing her patience, being nice. “What are you trying to do here? Tormenting me wasn’t enough? You want to intimidate my girlfriend too?” At this moment, Cady has arrived at school with Aaron and Damian.

“Lighten up, Janis. It’s a compliment.” Regina chuckles, “Pity, we would’ve made a pretty hot couple. But you two are cute as shit together.”

“Well- you snooze, you lose, Regina.” You snapped, “Maybe fumbling Janis was the worst punishment for you.”

“Baby.” Janis said into your ear, “Damn, it’s all good. She’s been trying to change, really. But this is her odd way of being nice and complimenting something.”

“Don’t you think she sounds so very condescending?” You looked at Janis directly now.

“This is a hell of a change from how she used to treat anyone. Don’t take it to heart.” Janis told you, right as Regina turned on her heel and left.

“Okay, spill. What’d we miss?” Damian hurried over.

“Oh. Nothing, just y/n being protective…”

“You?” Damian asked you with wide eyes.

“Yeah,” Janis confirms, shutting her locker and zipping up her bag.

“Damn, I did not expect this from you girl- always seems to be the other way around.”

“What’d Regina want?” Cady asks

“Uh…I think she wants my girl.” Janis told the redhead.

“Janis, I am begging you- I need context.” Damian squealed, Cady laughed. “Now I really gotta know what happened.”

“Me too. Now I just wished we were all here to see it.

You were still tense, even after Regina had disappeared from view. Janis could tell you were upset by Regina so she took your hand, squeezing it as she walked to class with you.

Classes dragged on, it felt like the day would never end. The interaction with the school's queen bee had stuck with you and you couldn't shake it and all you wanted to do was spend time with your girlfriend.

It was finally time for lunch, so you headed to the cafeteria to meet up with Cady and Damian since Janis had texted you saying she was gonna be late because she was finishing an art project. “Hey, are you alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine Cady.” “I don’t buy it.” Damian disagrees. “If you don’t wanna say anything, I’ll just ask Janis when she gets here.” You sighed, and Cady told him that maybe it wasn’t such a good idea. “Well, I’m worried, our friend looks like something’s after her.” You choked on your drink hearing that. “Mkay, who’s after you?” He pressed.

“Fine, Regina came up to me and Janis, and she was being…I dunno weird? Flirting with me, maybe?”

“Weird?”

“Well, that’s what the whole interaction felt like. First, she asked who I was, Janis told her. Then she proceeded to say that she and Janis would’ve made a hot couple, but me and Janis were really cute together?” You started to explain, “She never knew I existed until Janis and I started to date. And it’s been what, six months now almost? Janis always tries to play nice but Regina is just…something else. I finally had enough and just sorta lashed out, I said that maybe her fumbling Janis was her biggest punishment.” “Damn! And we missed that?” Damian had a hand clutching his chest, “You go girl.”

“That’s what happened? Oh, my God. Regina didn’t hurt you did she?” “No, it was more like I scared her.” You snorted, laughing, “She tried to play it cool but there was that split second of a ‘oh, shit. Okay’ in her eyes.”

“Looks like Janis has rubbed off on you, sweetie.” Damian shrugged, satisfied.

“We don’t need another Janis.” Cady says.

“Of course, that girl’s a handful.” Damian laughs, “That’s why this girl is extra important because she mellows Janis out a little bit. Only she has successfully stopped Janis from punching the heck outta a student. Remember that?”

As Cady and Damian continued yapping, you got a text from Janis- telling you to meet her in the janitor’s closet. “I have to go.”

“Where are you going?” Cady asks, confused.

“Uh…Janis texted?”

“Okay, spare us the details- just go.” Damian shooed you away.

You quickly gathered yourself, rushing out of the cafeteria as Damian burst into laughter, earning a light slap on the arm from Cady. As you made your way to the janitor’s closet, a pair of pink Louboutin heels stepped in front of you, effectively making you stop in your tracks. “Where are you headed in such a hurry?” Regina practically purrs, her voice dripping with false sweetness. The blonde's tone only made you roll your eyes, doing your best to hold your tongue.

“Piss off, Regina,” you bit out, shouldering past her as you continue on your way.

“Going to see your girlfriend?” she asks, her tone betraying her seemingly innocent words and you whirl around, furious.

“Leave Janis the fuck alone, you were awful to her and you didn’t fucking deserve her friendship,” you growled, spinning on your heel and stalking towards the closet.

There was only so much of Regina you could handle before you ran out of patience. You hated the Plastic for what she’d put Janis through but since she was attempting to make amends (or at least made it seem that way) with your girlfriend you usually held back when it came to showing your anger, not wanting to upset the new balance of their civility towards each other. Today, however, Regina had lit a fuse in you, causing your outbursts. All you could focus on now though was what Janis called you to the janitor’s closet for, but your bubbling anger caught up, slowly taking over your arousal and making you more sober. No fucking way you would let that happen completely. As you moved, the blonde moved with you, blocking your way at every move. You bit back a scowl, and your fists clenched, feeling your frustration skyrocket.

“Aw, someone’s getting a little frustrated, hm?” Regina teased. Without a second thought, your fist slams into a locker to get the anger and frustration out a tad. “Get out of the way, Regina.” You spat. She doesn’t, but instead tilts your chin up with her finger to get you to look her in the eye. How could she be so smug?

“Let go of my face.” You growled.

“Regina!” It was Gretchen, “What are you doing? Stop being so rude and mean to her.”

“Lucky you, sweet Gretchen saves the day.” Regina’s finger left your chin, “She’s just rushing off to see her girlfriend, no big deal.”

“But you didn’t hit her, right?” Gretchen looked at you worriedly before you scurried to your destination.

“Uh, no. Just talking…” Right, talking or threatening you for no damn reason?

Standing in front of the closet, you knocked. “Yeah?” It was Janis’ voice. Shrugging, you opened the door and stepped inside. “Hold on.” She started, “Something happened.”

“Yes, yes. Whatever.” You responded dismissively, looping your arms around her and placing your hands on her lower back. “Did Regina bother you again?” Asked Janis, backing away from your face so she could meet your gaze. “Of course she did. A leopard never changes its spots, Janis. She was born to terrorize the entire student body and staff population.”

“I swear, if she laid her hands on you, I’m gonna-”

You shook your head vigorously, “I don’t care what the fuck she does, but if she lays her hand on you, I won’t hesitate to beat her up. She made me so angry I nearly swung at her face. If it weren’t for Gretchen coming up to ask her to stop, trust me…I would’ve.”

“God, that’s so hot…” Janis chuckles lowly, her breath tickling your face as she leans closer to kiss you. Her lips meet yours and she lets out a moan - for a second there, you thought you were hearing things. That was…Janis? Already? No complaints though, hearing her like this made you happy, honestly. And as your tongue invaded her mouth, the action drew out another moan that you almost too quickly swallowed with a kiss.

Lucky for you, she was wearing a cropped t-shirt, so you easily slid your hand under there and started fondling her breasts. “Oh, fuck.” She mutters breathlessly, “God, you’re crazy.” “Am I, now?” You bit back a smirk, unbuckling her belt together with her and finally getting to pull that down. “You haven’t seen it all yet, babe.” With her breath heavy, her eyes stayed watching you to mentally prepare herself for your next move. When your fingers looped themselves through the hem of her boyshorts, your eyes searched for her approval. Janis takes a deep breath and nods, and so you pull them down and leave them by her ankles. Your hands roamed her ass, giving them a squeeze that drove her feral, whimpering right into your ears as your hands got closer to where she needed you the most.

“You wanna sit down or do you wanna stand?” You ask while your hands continue caressing her ass and squeezing. Janis chuckles, “I don’t care. Just- take me.” That look in her eyes…damn she really needed you, bad. Your hands trail downwards when you get down onto your knees, coming face to face with her apex. You grinned. “You’re so ready, aren’t you?” You tease, the back of your hand ghosts the mound. Janis squirms. “Tell me, baby, use your words.” You looked up. She wasn’t looking at you- or anywhere for that matter. She couldn’t go much longer without stimulation and that was her tell. When your hands squeezed her thighs, her head snapped downward and her eyes met yours. “Just tell me what you want and I’ll give it to you.” You were thoroughly enjoying your rare moment of dominance over her- she was usually the one in control. But whenever you got protective over her, she got turned on and became a flustered mess. “Janis, honey…it doesn’t feel very nice, does it? The aching, hm?” Your breath was fanning against her most sensitive region now, and by the way that she was biting onto her lower lip, she wouldn’t be able to stay silent much longer.

She shakes her head, managing to say a ‘no’. You started by pressing a kiss to her inner thigh, on one side then the other. “y/n, I need you- please.” A whine follows her request. You gently kiss her clit and a yelp falls from her mouth. And as you rubbed circles with your thumb, you trailed a finger along her entrance slowly pushing it into her. “Oh, my God.” She cursed, “Fuck.”

“Mm-mm, no noise, baby. Not yet.”

The smirk on your face grew as you watched the girl squirm. You could feel her wetness drip onto your hand as you pumped your finger inside of her, curling it to hit her sweet spot driving Janis insane. Janis’s head fell back, her hips rolling in tandem with your movements. Her mind was emptied and filled with growing arousal as the seconds went by, biting down on her lip to keep herself from getting into trouble with you by making noise so soon. The more she squirmed under your touch, the harder it was for you to keep at your task- purely because she was already so wet, the friction just wasn’t there anymore. “Fuck, can I kiss you?” Janis asks, not garnering a response from you, “Please?”

You removed your fingers from her completely. And a whine fully just escapes from her lips, “Please, y/n. I need you, please.” God, her begging sounded like music to your ears. You gave in, starting to kiss her again, every noise she made swallowed by the movement of both your lips. Next, your hand returns to its previous position, plunging back inside her. She whimpers shakily, knees feeling like they might buckle. You kept a hand on her hip as your fingers carried on with their tasks. She’s made it so easy for you to go in and out that you didn’t even have to think about doing anything else to push her over the edge.

“You sure you want people to hear you, babe?” You caressed her cheek, looking right into her eyes. Janis swallowed thickly feeling the ache in between her legs worsen rapidly, she shook her head.

“Then what do you want, baby? Tell me.”

Her eyes started to avoid yours, but you held her chin and made her keep eye contact. Janis huffs frustratedly, licking her lips. “You gotta tell me, babe. Hm?”

“I need to come and I don’t care how you do it, just make me come.” Her usual attitude showed up briefly. You shot her a bewildered look in reply, shrugging then sucking your fingers clean as she watched painfully. “You know not to get like that with me, Janis.” You say, your hand massaging her thigh while you lower yourself to come face to face with the area where she needs you the most. You were on your knees, hands gripping onto her thighs as your eyes flicked upward to look at Janis.

“So you’re okay if I use my mouth?”

“What?” Janis exhales harshly, “Of course, I’m okay with that, baby. I fucking love it when you do. Holy shit, please.”

You trailed open-mouthed kisses along the inside of her thighs, smirking when she squirmed. Her hips bucked into the air when you got closer and closer to her heat. You were thoroughly enjoying her being so submissive- you wanted to make it harder for her, just for the heck of it. You pulled away from her thighs, staring into her eyes while you were face to face with the area where she needed you the most. She looked at you in sheer disbelief and scoffed, practically grabbing you by your head and putting you on back onto her- only this time, your mouth was met with her dripping cunt. You laughed, “So impatient.” You licked upwards, circling her clit with your tongue then pressing the flat of your tongue against it, “But ask and you shall receive, honey. We don’t have a whole lot of time right now.”

Her noises…they became so very frustrated, sounding like she was about to throw a full-blown tantrum if you denied her release any longer. But also, very needy and so high-pitched that it began to reflexively make you sound the same. “Baby, please- please y/n. Make me come. Now.” She asks.

You grinned, “Okay. You got it.” Speedily, you carry on lapping up her juices while your fingers fucked her rhythmically all while it begins to tighten around you. Janis gasps, tangling her hands in your hair for support as well as the wall behind her. You hoisted her legs up over your shoulders for more friction to aid her incoming climax. “Oh, God…” She panted, breathing ragged, “Fuck, y/n. Fuck, fuck, fuck!~”

She came undone into your mouth, soaking your fingers with herself. “Felt good, didn’t it, baby?”

“So fucking good.” Janis nodded with the biggest grin on her face, “Do that to me more often from now on. It’s so damn hot when you get all protective.”

You guffawed, wiping your mouth and chin off, “Oh, I will, Jan. Trust me. This is just the beginning. But you’re gonna have to wait till after school because we gotta go.”

“That’s fine.” She bit her lower lip, “I’m gonna need some time to recover from this anyway.” Janis pulls you in, pressing a passionate kiss to your lips, “Thank you, baby. You’re amazing.”

Caressing her cheek, you replied, “Aw, thank you- I try.”

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pinkypromisepascal · 9 months

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𝚜𝚞𝚖𝚖𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚜 𝚙𝚝. 𝙸𝙸 (𝚍𝚋𝚏!𝙷𝚘𝚙 𝚡 𝚏𝚎𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎!𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛)

read part one here!

summary: your parents have their date night and you stay with Hopper, hoping your crush on him won't get you into awkward situations

content: a bit of angst, reader's kind of driving herself crazy, age gap (reader's in her 20s, Hop's 40), MDNI for your own sake

author's note: thanks again to @strang3lov3 for helping me make sure this fits Hop's character! Hope you all enjoy this one as much as the first part! I'm a sucker for feedback, so don't be afraid to share your thoughts on this! And ff you want to be tagged in the next parts, let me know in the comments!

After Hopper left, you headed to the librarian with three books you had settled for. Luckily, all of them were available for you to keep for up to two weeks. You walked back home and couldn’t help the ridiculous smile on your lips. You shook your head as you thought about it. How were you supposed to spend an evening with Hopper when you were most definitely attracted to him and you didn’t know each other that well? It wasn’t like you didn’t know Hopper at all. He became close with your dad when you were around seventeen; he’d come around sometimes after work for a beer or your dad would just talk about him sometimes. And then of course there were those evenings where he’d stay over for dinner or for long talks in the living room with your parents. On most of those occasions, you’d just sit nearby and listen or hear them laughing when you were in your room. Hop wasn’t a stranger, he never really was. He was good company when he was around your parents, despite his serious countenance. But what did Hopper really know about you? You weren’t sure how much they’d talk about you, you didn’t see much reason for going beyond the casual “How’s the kid doing? Doing good? Good”, because let’s face it, there was no genuine interest behind it. Most of the time at least.

You thought back to the barbecue a few days ago and how Hopper had seemed anything but not interested in you. He even remembered that you studied art history and wanted to know what you wanted to do after finishing college. You told yourself it’s because you were a grown up, and it’s always easier to talk to adults.

At home again, you tried to think about the upcoming day as little as possible. Everything was going to be okay and not awkward. "So, what're your plans for tomorrow, sunshine?", your dad asked during dinner. You just shrugged with a smile, "Just gonna make myself a nice day, try to get some work done, take a walk, and just… see where it takes me… I even have a place to crash for the night so you can have the whole evening to yourselves here." "Oh yeah? What poor soul's letting you stay over night?", your dad joked. You stuck your tongue out at him. "Actually, it's Hop who…I'm staying with. Ran into him in the library today.", you said after you had cleared your throat, a warm feeling creeping through your body as you said it out loud. Please don't let this get awkward. "Then at least we're sure you're in good hands.", he chuckled. You silently let out a breath in relief and smiled back, "Yeah, I guess." "He's a good guy, sweetie, he's just a little rough sometimes." You didn't know what to answer anymore, so you just nodded, hoping for a change of topic.

You went to bed with a racing heart. You knew it was silly to act like that, to be so nervous, but you couldn't help it. Spending an evening with Hopper. As you were laying in bed, you kept thinking about it and noticed that part of you really wanted to impress him, to make him like you. You wanted to get to his sweet side. The more you thought about and conjured up mental images of what an evening with Hopper could be like, you realized how touch-starved you felt. You were yearning for a gentle touch, a hug. A kiss. Maybe.

The next day, you took your time to sleep late and just try to get yourself worked up as little as possible. No reason to stress yourself over something so simple, right? No reason. You made breakfast for yourself while your parents were at work and took a long shower. After that, you packed your backpack and got ready to leave the house. You walked through Hawkins and took your sweet time to get to your destination.

Just like Hop had said, you found a spare key under his doormat as you reached his trailer. You picket it up and unlocked the door. You took a quick scan around the trailer and noticed a note on the kitchen counter.

You smiled as you read the note. You checked the time and saw that you had four hours to yourself before Hop would be home. You looked out the window and watched the sun shine on the lake. You didn't pack a swimsuit, but there was no one else around here, so why not just go for it? You thought about it for a few more moments as you stepped outside on the balcony, letting the sun hit your face and warm your whole body. This is nice, you thought. You looked at the water again. After a few seconds, you went back inside and grabbed a towel from your backpack and headed outside to the dock.

You took off your shoes and unbuttoned your jeans. Before taking them off, you looked around to see if anyone was near. Lucky for you, you were all by yourself. You stripped down and set all of your clothes aside. You walked to the edge of the dock and sat down, letting your feet hang in the water. The temperature felt okay, not really warm, but not too cold to go in. You carefully lifted yourself forward, slowly sinking into the water. You took a sharp breath and shrieked a little as the water reached your stomach, always the most sensitive spot. Once you were completely in the water, you got accustomed to the temperature soon and smiled to yourself as you swam. You let yourself float on the back for a while and closed your eyes, listening to the sounds of the water around you, shutting out everything else. After what felt like hours, the sun got shielded by some clouds, taking some of the warm feeling from you. You opened your eyes with a sigh and decided it was time to get out again. You swam back to the dock and heaved yourself up. Back in the trailer, you headed to Hop's bathroom, towel wrapped around you and your clothes bundled up in your arm. He did tell you make yourself comfortable, right?

Back in the living area after a quick shower, you checked the time again. You still had around two hours until Hop would be home.

You grabbed your backpack and took out one of the library books before you plopped down on the couch and made yourself comfortable. You looked over the table of contents and flipped through the book till you reached a chapter about compositional patterns, mainly focusing on renaissance paintings.

Despite your focus on trying to grasp information that could be useful for your paper, you noticed that your mind kept trailing off into daydreams. You tried to shake them off, but found yourself re-reading the same paragraph multiple times before you put the book down and rubbed your eyes with a groan. You looked around the living area, trying to get your focus back. You looked at the kitchen, an image of Hop cooking popping up. You chuckled to yourself, he didn't seem like he'd cook much, not to mention that he probably wouldn't enjoy it. In your imagination, Hop would be trying to cook something he hasn't tried before, burn something because he forgot to stir and then just give up and get some fast food, grumpily eating it on the couch you were now lying on.

As you thought about it, you realized how domestic this whole situation felt. Spending time at Hop's place, waiting for him to come home from work so you two can have dinner and a nice evening together? Under other circumstances considering your age and Hop's connection to your father, this would feel like somewhat of a relationship. Your heart jumped a little at that. God damn it, you thought and rubbed your eyes. You wondered how Hop felt about all of this. Did he feel weird about having you at his place for the night? If he did, he wouldn't have said yes when you asked him, right?

You shook your head and turned your attention back to the book. To try and clear your mind, you decided to just flip through the entire book and find something that genuinely interested you instead of trying to focus on something you felt you had to read to keep yourself busy. You searched for paintings that caught your eye. There had to be something on these five hundred pages, right? After a while, your eyes fell on a painting of Hero and Leander by Salvator Rosa from 1645. The text on the side gave a summary of the mythological story behind it.

Hero was a priestess of Aphrodite and fell in love with Leander when they met at the festival of Aphrodite. Though both of them feared their love wouldn't be approved by their parents, Leander kept swimming to her sleeping quarters, guided by a lamp Hero would light for him every time. During a storm, the light was blown out, Leander lost orientation and drowned. Upon seeing the dead body of her lover, Hero decided to take her own life.

You looked back at the image of the painting, studying it. The sky and water looked dark and tumultuous, maybe also reflecting Hero's emotions as she looks at Leander's lifeless body. You kept looking at it as their tragic story replayed in your head. A forbidden love with a tragic ending. Your mind drifted off again. Would it be forbidden and tragic to be with Hopper? To get involved with him? You weren't even sure if you were really looking for a relationship or if you were just looking for anything that gave you a feeling of… of what, exactly? Love? Safety? Being treated right?

You thought back to your latest dating "experiences" if they were even worth to be called that. During the semester, you had been talking to a guy from one of your classes. You had been studying together, gathering your notes from the lecture together in a café on campus and actually having a good time. You had even had dinner together a few times, and he had always insisted on paying, telling you that you were so smart and always worked so hard, you deserved some free dinner. One night you were drinking together and you almost had sex in his dorm, until you had been interrupted by a roommate tumbling in. It had ruined the mood to say the least. You had put your clothes back on and left without another word. He hadn't even apologized or offered to meet up again some time. Right after the exam you had studied for, he just ignored you, made you feel like you didn't exist, as if none of those nights had happened.

Before you could sink any more into those memories, the front door opened and Hopper stepped in. He looked at you with a kind of surprised expression, as if he had forgotten you'd be here. "Hey", he smiled as you looked up at him from the couch, "Comfy?" You nodded, but didn't say anything. "You okay?" You rubbed your eyes and nodded again, "Yeah, just… a little tired, I guess. I've been daydreaming." Hopper walked over to you and looked at you, "Doesn't really sound like you were having good daydreams. Sure you're ok?" "Yes, I'm sure", you said with a little smile as you looked at him. He was so close right now, this whole situation felt unreal. "But I kinda don't feel like going to Benny's. D'you mind if we just stay here? I feel like never getting up from this couch again." He gave you a sympathetic smile and nodded, "Sure, whatever you want. But don't expect any masterpieces out of my kitchen." "I could see what you got and make us something", you suggested with a quiet voice, "Although I remember you telling me I'm not making dinner." "Make yourself at home but keep your expectations low, sweetheart. I'm gonna go take a shower real quick, take your time with everything." You chuckled and got up to take a closer look around the kitchen. You opened a few cabinets and the fridge. "How's some carbonara sound to you?", you called out as you took out the stuff you'd need.

After dinner, Hop cleared the table and took care of the dishes, insisting you wouldn't do anything else but relax, you were his guest, after all. "Want a drink?" "Sure. Whatcha got?" "How about this whisky?" "Is it as good as the one we had last week?", you asked, leaning against the opposite side of the counter he was standing at. He placed two glasses on the counter and leaned closer to you as he opened the bottle. "Let's find out", he said, almost a growl in his voice.

A few drinks later, you were both standing on the balcony. Hop was smoking a cigarette and looking out on the lake. You, on the other hand, were just looking at him again. Studying his face, his body language. He seemed relaxed, even more relaxed than when he had come over for dinner. You wished you could just lean into him, lean against him as he stood there and just be close to him. The background noise of the lake faded out a little, you were just standing there, leaning against the railing and looking at the man in front of you. You didn't even notice him turning his head back to you, studying your face just as much as you did his.

"You're staring", you heard him say softly. You snapped out of your little daydream, your expression turned into a sad smile as you looked at him. He still had that same warm look. "Sweetheart, you don't look okay. Everything alright?" You nodded and shifted to look out at the lake, "Yeah, no, I was just… lost in thoughts." "You can go to sleep if you're tired." "I'm not tired." "You sure?" "Pretty sure." "What's got you zoning out so much, then?" Your heart started beating faster, warmth rushed through your body, making your hands sweat. You looked at him again. He stepped a little closer to you. You could feel warmth radiating from him. "I know that look, y'know…" "What look?" His lips twitched and he breathed out, smoke coming from his nose. He studied your face carefully to take in any reaction he'd find. "You've been looking at me in some way… I'm not sure what it is, but something's… making you look at me a lot." You didn't answer, you just looked back out on the lake, focusing on its sounds, on the crickets chirping, on the sound of the water moving around. Hop took another small step forward and put a hand under your chin ever so gently, turning your head to make you look at him. He was so close. You could feel his breath on your face as he looked down at you, his blue eyes staring deep into your own.

"I wasn't sure if it'd be a mistake to let you stay here for the night." "Why am I here then?" He snapped his cigarette away and took a deep breath. He cupped your face with both hands. "Because I like you. And I want you to feel comfortable around me. I don't want you to feel weird…" It felt like time had stopped. You were just looking at each other. Hop's warm hands on your face, his body so close to yours, and his eyes so blue, even during the dim light of sunset. "But I won't take advantage of you, sweetheart… If something happens between us, I want you sober, okay?" "But I'm not-" "I know you're not drunk, but we've both had a few drinks and whatever would happen if I got any closer to you, you'd wake up tomorrow and regret it." You felt tears build up. Your breath hitched and your face heated up. Your heart wrenched. You just wanted to feel him, to touch him, anything that would soothe this aching feeling inside of you. You leaned closer until your foreheads touched. "Don't cry", he whispered. You felt him hesitate to move his hands. As if he wanted to pull you into a hug, but decided against it. "Y'should get some sleep. You look exhausted." You wiped your eyes and nodded, slowly withdrawing from his hold. His eyes never left you, they were fixed on you.

You headed inside, Hop followed you. "You okay with the couch? We can switch if you want." You shook your head as you took a blanket he had put there before dinner. You looked at him with a small smile, "Take the bed, old man." He chuckled quietly and cupped your face again to press a small kiss to your forehead. "You'll regret calling me that", he said before walking out of the room. A few minutes later, the world was quiet again. Just you in the living area, Hop in his bedroom, and the feeling of his lips on your forehead still lingering. You had a hard time falling asleep. You curled up under the blanket, trying to get Hop off your mind for at least a few hours. He had caught on to you. He'd caught you looking at him, he knew something was up. He had felt so warm when you were standing so close on the balcony, his big hands gently holding your face, his blue eyes luring you in.

Did he feel the same attraction as you did? Or did he just care about you in a platonic way? On the other hand, he had said that if something happened between you two, he’d want you sober. Did that mean he wanted something to happen?

You didn’t remember how long you’d been awake when you woke up. The sunlight was hitting your face and you rubbed your eyes before opening them slowly. You took in your surroundings, only remembering where you were after a few seconds. It was quiet. Not a single sound to be heard. No shower running, no one walking around or talking. You looked over to the kitchen counter and noticed something on there. You got up and walked over; it was another note.

You sighed. Take your time with everything, it echoed through your mind. You looked out on the balcony, the memories from last night coming back. This is getting ridiculous, you thought. Your crush on Hopper was getting ridiculous. But that didn’t stop you from taking the note and slipping it into your backpack before gathering the rest of your stuff and heading for the door. Before leaving, you took the key that he had left for you out of your back pocket and put it on the counter. As the front door clicked behind you, your heart sank. One part of you wanted to go back to last night, back to the moment on the balcony, and just stay there, having him look at you the way that he did, staying close to you, neither of you talking. The other part of you wanted to forget that moment and what happened after that. You tried to shake these thoughts off as you walked home, hoping that spending some time with your parents would make it easier to handle your feelings.

tags: @lizmaximofff @mrshopper84 @poppyrose33 @malasxlenguas (for some reason I can't tag you, sorry!)

#jim hopper x reader #jim hopper fanfic #dbf!hopper #stranger things imagine #stranger things fic #hopper x reader #speckledemerald

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pangolinheart · 1 year

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What things do you most want to see in someone's OC? Or what do you always find the most interesting? Or stimulating, if you're in that sort of mood?

Hmmmm this is a difficult question! There are a lot of things I like about other people's OCs, and it changes depending on the character. My tastes are really varied. I can't really say there's anything I want to see in people's OCs, because they're meant to be how the person who created them wanted them to be.

I guess the easy answer is that I like to see characters who feel like real people. Characters that have a healthy mix of strengths and flaws, and strengths that become flaws and vice versa. Characters who have opinions about the things happening around them that are based in experience or core personality traits. Characters that grow and change over the course of a game or story. But I think this is something everyone likes in characters.

When it comes to fan OCs, one thing that I really admire and find interesting is when they really add to the world's lore without totally breaking it. I'm always so impressed with peoples' ability to synthesize canon lore into something new and interesting - extrapolating from it, or filling in its gaps, or even just adding an element that seems to make the story more cohesive. It can be with in-universe cultures, or biologies, or societal norms, really anything. Oftentimes this is with a backstory, but not always. I think it's so cool and engaging and displays a lot of creativity while still being understandable to other fans.

Also in fan OCs, I love seeing their relationships with different canon characters, whether they're positive, negative, romantic, platonic, etc. I think that for an outside observer the way that characters interact with the npcs/canon characters can tell you a lot about the oc's personality, values, and personal tastes. It's also an interesting way to get a new perspective on a canon character. What makes another person's oc dislike a character that yours loves? What makes another oc go feral for a canon character that you're kind of "meh" on? Those sorts of things are really interesting to me. I also really love characters with symbolism. I'm no good at it myself, but I love when characters have some sort of image or theme that pervades their character - especially if it's represented visually, like in art. I don't know why, I've just always liked it. People who are good at symbolism are so smart and powerful.

Another thing that I think I have in common with many people is that I like to see good character design (though good can mean a lot of things.) It's great to see characters who are visually distinctive. Sometimes it's because they have a unique or unmistakable feature. Sometimes it's because they have a design that's cohesive and pulls together their hair/features/outfit/etc. Sometimes I don't know why and I just look at someone's OC and think "WOW that's WONDERFUL." The last one I'll add is that I really like to hear people's little headcanons about their OCs. Stuff that isn't necessary to their backstory or part of their larger story arc, and may never make it into a fic or art, but still makes them feel more real. What are their hobbies? What kind of food do they like? What's their pettiest pet peeve that drives them crazy? What's the most embarrassing thing they've done? What was their favorite subject in school? What's a weird talent they have that no one knows about? This is part of why I like reading people's responses to ask games - you get lots of little tidbits of information that you might not otherwise know, and it makes the characters feel more grounded and relatable.

#asks and answers #ffxiv #other people's ocs #ffff except for the last one #a lot of these also fall into the category of “things i can't do well myself” lol #maybe that's why i find them so impressive!#i'm sure there are lots of other things i like i'm just too lazy to think of them right now

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valeskakingdom · 1 year

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Second time is the charm (part46)

"You know what I've always affected about you, doll?" Jerome smirked at Scarlet while playing with his knife a little. Since Scarlet wasn't the same anymore, he treated her like one of his victims shortly before he killed them. He wouldn't kill her, of course, but let's say he wanted to have some hella fun with her before he was trying to get the actual Scarlet back "You never bored me. Your mastermind when making plans impressed me. I gave you ideas and you created a perfect plan for it"

Scarlet said nothing, she just stared at him for a while. All the things he was talking about, she didn't remember at all. Did she create plans to kill people? Did she kill them even afterward? What was the inspiration to kill people even? Killing people was cruel, it was a horrible crime! What would have led her to kill someone?

"You were a bitch sometimes, especially in bed. You had the urge to tease me all the time, I'm honest with you, I sometimes wished to ram a knife through your heart. But," Jerome chuckled "You had the talent to turn my head that something in me tells me, living without you won't be the same"

"That's uhm...very charming, I guess," Scarlet gulped and dared to look at Jerome for a moment "I seemed to...uh...impress you with my behavior" Clearly, you could see, she was still scared to talk to him. Even though he oddly made her compliments and didn't give her a feeling of being in danger - but his general behavior remained strange. He was so aggressive but at the same time so soft. It was like he couldn't decide how to behave correctly toward her. There were moments where he treated her like his next victim, and other moments he treated her like his girlfriend.

"It was not only your behavior, but doll" Jerome also faced her and stopped playing with his knife "It was your whole appearance. You stood in front of me like a true queen. This pride, this...narcissistic attitude towards others, it was impressing me, no even challenging me"

"Challenging?" Scarlet frowned in confusion "I-I don't understand. Uhm...why did you uh...date me when I was the challenge you wanted to uh...uhm...beat?"

"Aw, ya know, an authority like you sometimes makes a man question who's the rooster in the yard - I surely needed to prove that wrong." Jerome smirked "But I also knew I could make use of you. You were perfect as my doll, my right hand when making plans and spreading chaos over the whole city"

"So... you never loved the 'old' me" Scarlet figured out. She wasn't sad about it since she didn't remember a thing of her oh-so-violent past. She wouldn't be sorry for losing Jerome either. He was scary and odd. His behavior was just weird. And she was happy with him? No way! What has changed her so much? As far as she could remember, she's been always a decent, shy, and calm girl. What would she want with a ruffian like him?

"Darling, what I've felt for you was way beyond love, hate, and affection," Jerome told her "What we had was unique. Our bond was stronger than gravity, it was practically infrangible. You could compare us with 2 cerebral hemispheres: one couldn't work out without the other. We were a team like Bonnie and Clyde - my addiction to you resembled an incurable drug addiction. Being apart from you didn't feel right, even death without you felt wrong." Jerome sighed "You messed with my head a lot"

"That's what love sounds like, actually," Scarlet dared to say but she muted immediately when she just saw Jerome's crazy look at her. You could read his thoughts through his facial expression: love? She thought he was in love with her? Pfft! Love was something he could never express! He lost this function a long time ago - if he ever had this function.

"I don't feel something like love, desire," Jerome bent down to her "I don't feel attraction either, it's just you that drives me crazy - well the old you. The current you is...nah, it doesn't fit with you." This sentence scared Scarlet a lot. As she knew from every horror this meant nothing good, most of the time it meant the criminal would kill the victim sooner or later.

"O-oh, I-I see..." Scarlet stammered, her breathing became faster when she saw Jerome walking around her with his knife. He held it as if he was about to stab her, his gaze wandering down her body as if he was searching for the perfect point to stab. It went shivers down her when she saw this pierced gaze on her face first, which then slowly wandered down her breasts down to her stomach. The whole the scene resembled a satanic sacrifice. Jerome was the satanic psycho and Scarlet was the victim. It was just a matter of time until he made the final stab.

"Usually, I would simply kill you. I would enjoy your screams and cries when I stab you with my knife, I would laugh at every moment you'd try to make to escape this living hell - but you know, I can't kill you," Jerome leaned his face close to hers "I can't kill you because I can't do this to you. There's a barrier in my head that won't let me. But seeing you in her body - it's freaking me out! This is not you! This is not the person that belongs to this body!" He was talking himself into a rage. He became louder and more aggressive, he fidgeted with his knife as if he was about to stab someone.

Scarlet said nothing to this, she knew whatever she said would be wrong and eventually she'd end up dead. One wrong word and Jerome would explode, he wouldn't be able to control the aggression and anger he currently felt for this situation, and he wouldn't be able to control his actions either. He would be like a thunderstorm, causing havoc, no one could stop him, and no one could calm him down. He would destroy, he would kill, and he would cause chaos.

"I mean," Jerome gave her one of his dark grins "I could form you back to the old Scarlet. I could force you to kill people, I could try to make you aggressive over and over again, I could make you hate everyone - even me! I could erase every single feeling in your body up to the point where your body just functions and nothing else," He chuckled "But don't worry Scarlet, this would be too exhausting for me. But I know something better," He walked up to this certain device that even made all that mess "You see this, darling? This will bring the actual Scarlet back to me"

Scarlet's breathing hitched instantly, she knew this device: it was used for electronic therapy, for people with psychoses and heavy depression - or when they were called 'crazy'. By hearsay, people commented using this device on them was contingent upon an indescribable pain you didn't want to feel. This pain made you wish to die. This pain made you feel numb and knocked you out completely. This pain was stronger than everything, you couldn't control your body anymore - the pain and the electroshocks did. They made you cramp, they made every muscle twitch, and you could barely breathe. Through cramps and pain you congealed into a living statue. You couldn't move, your barely breathing were enough to survive, you couldn't talk, you couldn't do anything - and this would be a perfect moment for people like Jerome to use you, abuse you, or even kill you.

"Don't be scared, lil one," Jerome chuckled darkly and grabbed the electrodes, placing them on her head "It will just hurt a little" And when he put the device on, Scarlet started to scream.

Her thoughts were predicted. She felt this unbearable pain that she screamed so loud her voice almost disappeared, her body was uncontrollably trembling and twitching through all the electroshocks. She wanted to cry but she couldn't somehow. There was this pressured feeling in her chest wandering up to her head that made her feel numb. She couldn't move, normal breathing was torture for her, her lungs already started to hurt and burn because it was like she was about to suffocate - within minutes her lungs would collapse, that was for sure.

For Jerome, this scene was filled with pleasure, lust, joy, and excitement. He didn't even think about the eventual consequences that his precious Scarlet wouldn't wake up - oh no - he was assured that this attempt would work to get the old Scarlet back he wanted. He was so sure his plan would work, he knew nothing could stop him, and he apparently knew what to do.

"That's good my dear," Jerome chuckled "Scream and cry, that's what I love to see most on my victims," He put the electrodes away from her head when he noticed she felt unconscious "And now it's time for you to come back don't you think? C'mon doll, show me a smile"

But nothing happened.

He was back at the beginning, on level 0. Scarlet wasn't moving, she was barely breathing, and she was barely alive! There was no eyelid moving, no finger, no nose wrinkling - nothing. She was a living corpse, like a coma patient. Eventually, she would realize what was going on, and eventually, she would hear what Jerome would tell her if he spoke to her -but how high was the chance she'd ever come back to him? She indeed came back to him but it was the false version of Scarlet. Jerome didn't want a shy and innocent girl that would resemble every one of his female victims when they were standing beside him. He needed someone with power and ambition, without remorse or any feelings. He needed a killer machine, someone who would do several criminal actions without overthinking. He needed someone who was as special as him: equal cleverness, craziness, strength, creativity, this person should be capable of making master plans, they should react perfectly to every situation whether it was critical, risky, or else - and this perfect person was his old precious Scarlet, but she was gone thanks to him. Jerome was furious, nothing was working right, and everything was against him.

"Damnit!" Jerome yelled, slamming his fists on the table "I'm not done with you, yet, doll, because I will bring you back, even if it takes me the whole day!" He grumbled in anger "I will bring you back, you hear me? I won't give up on you so easily, you won't leave me here alone. At least, we need to make things up since you know, I've been dead" And again he brought the electrodes on her head and turned the device on.

And again, her extremities were cramping, her muscles were twitching, but this time there was no screaming and crying, no begging and whining - Scarlet remained quiet. She didn't move, she didn't breathe, there was nothing. It was like Jerome missed his chance with her. He missed his new chance with living with her, making plans with her, scaring people together, killing them even, and having a glorious time with her when they both see Gotham would end up in chaos. He missed his chance with her to be king and queen of Gotham's underworld.

"For fucks sake wake up!" Jerome almost screamed as he slapped her through the face with all his strength. The sound of his slap on her face expressed all his fury, despair and maybe even sadness in this situation. He wanted her to wake up, what was so hard on it? She just needed to give him a sign like a moving finger or a little breath!

"You challenge me, doll, don't you?" Jerome climbed on the table once and his face hovered right above hers "You exactly know how to drive me nuts, don't you? You love to see me being desperate and not knowing what to do. You just enjoy the fact that I don't have a solution for everything, right? I know you're awake, I know you hear me," He leaned closer to her face, squishing her face "You're just playing with me. You did it all the time. Being the shy anxious girl...that was no fault of mine, it was one of your tricks! You wanted to test me! You wanted to see how I react! Right?!"

He waited a few seconds for an eventual respond - but again there was nothing. No sound, no humming, no breathing.

"Fuck!" Jerome screamed slamming his fists on the table angrily "You really wanna know it, don't you?! You just wanna see what I'm capable of without you! You probably think I'm nothing! You think I'm weak! But you know what," Jerome climbed down, walking back to the device "You're wrong, I'm not weak, " he grabbed the electrodes one last time "You forgot who I am. I am Jerome. I am more powerful than all of the people you know together. A silly girl like you won't make me smile in the face of diversity"

For one last time, the electroshocks wandered through her body, for one last time her body cramped, her muscles twitched, her extremities moved in every direction. The electroshock's power was so enormous that even the lights started to flicker. For Jerome though, it was nothing to enjoy. He almost gave up on the fact to bring Scarlet back to life - but he wanted it so badly. He knew he could do it. He could bring her to life. He was Jerome at least. He could do anything. He was powerful, he had a mastermind. He had done so many things, so much chaos - of course, he would find a solution to this problem, wouldn't he?

"And now, doll," Jerome put the electrodes away, cupping her face when he leaned down to her "It's showtime! Awake! Speak to me!" But again nothing happened "I said speak to me bitch!" And again he slapped her across the face - and as if it was a wonder, she started breathing.

"Hmm," She gave from her, over and over again as if she was about to wake up from a deep slumber. She was moving her head slightly from one side to another. She tried to move her extremities but since they were tied up, she couldn't.

"Yes!" Jerome cheered "HAHA! I knew it! You aren't dead!" He cupped her face one more time "Now come on, open your pretty eyes for me" And she did. Now they both were just staring at each other for a while, saying nothing. Jerome could barely believe it. She was alive, really alive! Now she just needed to be the good old Scarlet and everything was perfect! They would be reunited! They could do all the good old things again they did in the past!

"You're so quiet," Jerome wiped some strains from her face "You have nothing to say, doll? Not a hello, or wha-..."

"I just wonder where I am and why I'm lying on a table, being tied up by you Jerome," Scarlet kept staring at him. She remembered him too well. He was her partner, others would call him her boyfriend but their bond was way stronger than that. They were something indescribable, something only Jerome and her knew what they were "Usually I'm the one who ties my victims up when I wanna kill them, remember? Didn't know you're in charge this time" And this was the moment when Jerome knew he got his precious doll back. Finally!

"Oh, I know," Jerome smirked "But you know, I'm a fan of caveats when trying to revive you. It would have been a shame if you fell down the table, wouldn't it? We don't want you to get hurt, right?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Scarlet frowned in confusion, she couldn't remember a thing of what happened. Reviving? Her? Was she dead? Was this what dead feels like? Emptiness? Cold? Emotionlessness? “And now fucking untie me! I don't wanna feel like one of your victims!”

“Right, doll,” Jerome started to untie her immediately “You probably don't remember a thing because you were dead. Your head might be a little fuzzy now but soon this feeling will vanish, I promise,” Jerome chuckled “Yeah, Lil Andy was a better gunman than we both thought, but more: he had the guts to shoot at you! I was surprised, shocked even! You told me he was a coward when you provoked him to shoot at you... It was exciting to watch! But it all brings its good and bad sides. We killed Andy but you were dying, too, so I had to revive you”

“Andy,” Scarlet rubbed her wrists when she was finally untied and started thinking. She heard of that guy. She knew the name. But who was he? And why did she provoke him to kill her? Was she mad at him? Or did she just play with him? “Who was that again?”

“He was your little fuck toy during the time I was dead, remember?” Jerome grinned devilishly with a pinch of jealousy and anger when he thought back about all the things they'd eventually done together “You seemed to have a lot of fun with him after all”

“Okay,” Scarlet scratched her head thinking as she sat up “I just remember walking in the dark and hearing some gunshots...and then everything went black. I don't remember anything else... what happened to him?”

“Oh, you know, after we found him, you made fun of him he wouldn't dare to kill you - well, you were wrong, he dared. That's why you now have a little stitched wound on your stomach,” That was the moment when Scarlet pulled her shirt up, seeing the mess of a stitched wound Jerome had made. It looked horrible: so irregular, partly premature, it looked like some idiot tried to let it all out on her “I know it's not my best work, but at least you're alive!” Jerome chuckled “That's what I can't say about Andy. You shot him, too, right in the nuts! Hehe, and I did the rest. I shot him in the face a few times. His face was hella deformed!”

“I see,” Scarlet nodded, trying to get off the table but suddenly a sharp pain went through her stomach that she couldn't move. She cramped instantly, this pain was unbearable. It was like thousands of knives were stabbed into her stomach over and over again “Fuck! Didn't expect it would hurt that much”

“Slow down, doll, otherwise the threads wrench, ”Jerome placed his hands on her shoulders so that she wouldn't keep trying to get up “But don't worry, I'll make sure you recover fast because I already have some plans for how we could restart as king and queen of Gotham City and believe me it'll be worth it”

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for daera/zevran 3, 8, 9 and 15?

3. What was their first impression of each other?

well... the assassination attempt left a strong first impression lmao. in the conversation after that, zevran was already impressed with how soundly the wardens had managed to beat his ass and did fully have an Oh No She's Hot moment after she took off her helmet. survival flirting + genuine horniness for the world's most insane meet cute

in seriousness though, i think he had her pegged (pretty accurately tbh) almost immediately. zevran might not know many grey wardens, but he's carried out enough hits on disinherited nobles who still think they're hot shit to recognize one when he sees them. daera is actually keeping her past a secret at this point in the story but i think zevran pegs that she grew up rich almost immediately lmao

zevran kinds of confounds daera at first, not because she doesn't think she has him all figured out, because she does, but because she still can't figure out why she trusts him not to backstab her. she just knows she does (or some part of her wants to be backstabbed). but despite that she still takes a liking to him almost immediately. he's funny! and he doesn't seem to take things too seriously, which is the perfect attitude for her on the suicide mission she's trying to go on

8. What do they love most about the other? Why?

sense of humor is a big one for both of them, as is a sense of adventure and. i dont' know how to say this. an interest in pleasure/indulgence? they both like shiny things they both like sex and good food and pretty people and enjoying exciting and interesting places. they're really just good at spending time together and it makes them good companions and partners :)

also: daera loves how compassionate zevran can be even when he pretends not to be. yeah he loves to murder but he also really does care about people and wants to do right by them in his own way. zevran likes how passionate daera can get when she really cares about something. especially when she's mad hehe <3

9. What do they dislike most about the other? Why?

they're both kind of bad communicators in similar yet different enough ways to cause problems sometimes lmao. zevran never wants to acknowledge problems, while daera is in denial about her problems half the time and then wants to address it incredibly head on as soon as she realizes there is one. both of which can drive the other a little crazy

15. What songs remind you of their relationship?

weirdly do not have a lot of songs for them on my playlists... i need to rectify this. i think a lot of the songs on my daera playlist are partially ship songs but idr which ones lmao. jackie and wilson and in our bedroom after the war are both postgame songs for them 2 me

#tyyyyyy <3 #daera aeducan

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hospitalterrorizer · 27 days

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diary239

5/13/24

monday

home from my trip!

i'll talk more about it tomorrow. i met a friend from online!! she was awesome, and i met her housemate who turns out to be my gf's old friend from gaia online!! they were awesome too. really good to meet them, and we traveled with my friends which was nice but also stressful and i feel bad for them because 2 of them seemed rather anxious and depressed the whole time and stuff and idk what to do about that, or how to help anyone, is what i feel sometimes.

the friend i have from online, though, one crazy thing is she knows so many people and things, people i didn't expect her to know, like a person i know specifically, super funny stuff to me.

anyway, the trip only having one whole day in la, it wasn't really enough time i think. i would have liked to have been there longer, because honestly it's been a few days since i've really gotten what feels like good sleep, from work to the trip, the days of parties. guh.

i need to send the pics i've taken of myself/otherwise and see what i want to/can post here, there's some selfies from a few days ago i want to put up and stuff, but that'll have to wait.

i listened to a good chunk of the album tonight also, and i like it! basically i still need to get the treble down a little, remove sibilance from my vocals in places, and then do some stuff to the drums, mess with guitar eqs in places (basically wherever, honestly) and turn a couple tracks up. otherwise it's in a very good place.

this is a short entry cuz i do have to sleep to go to work tomorrow for 7.5 hours. how horrible of them. i am leaving soon though. terrible terrible.

i am, oddly, really excited tomorrow to listen to the music i want to listen to, it's been a bit since i've really had the ability. i kind of want to run through some hardcore/grindy/pv-y screamo stuff. and then idk, the spazzy post hardcore stuff.

youtube

this is finally clicking, just really enjoying the vocals this go around.

i will talk more about the trip tomorrow maybe, i think, possibly. it's not like it was a very eventful 3 days honestly. i liked seeing the landscape on the drive, we got to see redondo beach which was interesting for me. i loved seeing the sea creatures in their tanks, waiting to die sadly, some obviously unwell like this lobster i saw. i walked up to a pelican and it made a funny noise, it clapped its beak at me!! i felt ugly the whole time though. work makes me feel ugly, hard to keep to my rather strange routines i guess. but it's just unfun to feel ugly meeting new people, thinking about looking ugly, bad impressions, whatever.

anyway, i need to sleep now/soon, so:

byebye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#Youtube

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kenovele · 1 year

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Bogs blog 30

We bit the bullet and decided to buy a six month membership at the climbing gym in Auckland. The gym is approximately a 40minute drive from home, however we have made it our mission to try and go at least twice a week and combine it with either seeing friends or family up in town or another activity. This way we stay motivated as sometimes, when it is raining, cold and a long drive in traffic, it really isn’t the easiest thing to do, so if we try to combine it with our social life we could get into the habit of it! The gym is pretty big. There is a pretty good bouldering section which they seem to update at least once a month, there are a lot of easy routes, and then there is a lead climbing section which is completely over hanging. Very hardcore. The overhanging section is bigger, longer and steeper than the one at Gecko ! The lead climbing section is the area where the routes do look the most interesting though. However, because this is an Anglo-Saxon country, it has rules, and of course, this climbing gym seems to be the strictest gym I have ever seen. Firstly, you need to get your belay license to prove that you can safely belay someone else – fair enough I guess, but the way they want us to belay is completely different to the very relaxed way that Benoit and I have the habit of belaying with. You can’t ‘tunnel’ your hand up the dead end of the rope, instead you have to bring your left hand down to the dead end, hold onto the rope, move your right hand up to the top of the dead end and then put your left hand back on the live end. It is a bit of a mental exercise, especially when someone is climbing quickly, your hands get in a muddle trying to keep the rope sufficiently tight. I believe Benoit also mentioned the belay experience in his last blog, but it merits a repeat due to the shear craziness of it! I digress, after you have your belay licence, you can climb on the top-roping walls, then you can take the lead climbing test, where you have to demonstrate your ability to climb and belay on lead. Which includes knowing how to fall correctly… hmm not my favourite thing in the world to be honest, so we haven’t get gone for our lead climbing test, but we are going to have to go shortly, as the harder routes are tempting us. So far, we have been to the climbing gym only a couple of times, and mainly bouldering, Jamie has come with us and seems to be enjoying it as much as we do which is really neat. He has the body and mindset for climbing, he is limber, tall, strong and fearless. It is impressive to see him going for jumps that my fully developed risk index wouldn’t let me do easily. I guess either his risk taking index is significantly lower than mine or he is better at blotting it out, probably it is somewhere in between the two. But yes, back into climbing and it has been good.

The tiny is pretty much complete, however last weekend we spent the wet weekend indoors making a few additions to the tiny. I made a stand for our gumboots as they are better to be kept outside, but ideally upside down to prevent them filling up with water when it rains. I was rather happy with my construction despite feeling a little bit ‘sloozy’. Benoit, who has transformed himself into a reasonably good woodworker decided to tackle a project a little bit more difficult. He made a shoe box for inside our front door, so instead of having massive pile of grassy shoes cluttering up the space in front of our door, they now fit perfectly into a little box which nestles in so very nicely next to our fridge. Benoit is proud of his creation and rightly so. The box has enough room so that we can each store three pairs of shoes (which probably accounts for the sum of Benoit’s shoes, whereas it is only a small percentage of mine). The shoebox also has two little storage compartments above and below for storing a few things that are yet to have their place in our little home. It is very practical and ties in very nicely with the rest of our home. So far, we feel that we have made only good decisions when it comes to the decoration and building of our home… Except for the door. Oh that door. The one and only door we have connecting us to the outside world. The door has been a nightmare from the beginning, when we picked it up and it was only single glazed, then after transporting, the aluminium framing was bent, then some of the glass slipped out of the windows, which we managed to fix. Then when we installed it, it started leaking from an unknown place. Luckily Jamie just filled up every area imaginable with silicon and it seemed to have fixed it, at least for now. And now the curse of the door continues, we bought a curtain for it as we hoped that a thick thermal curtain would provide better insulation than a blind. After looking at curtains for a while we thought that we found a good deal in a colour that would suit our home, for the right price. Despite the curtain being the right size and made to measure, the colour is a bold teal blue, rather than the forest green that it looked like on the website. So now I have yet another bugbear with this door and its corresponding bold blue curtain. Yuck. I guess it can be considered a cheap short term solution for winter and that we will take it down over summer and try to find some nicer ones for next winter, but at the moment, it is a bit of an eyesore in our tiny home, and it takes up a lot of visual space. And I think that is the main problem, in such a small area, a big blue square in a cosy cabin of wood and green tones, it sticks out like a sore thumb. A constant reminder. I will have to mediate on it.

These last few weeks, we have really been able to enjoy cooking in the tiny, we have had a few more nights at home, and we are getting into the groove of living small. It is nice to have a space that is just big enough for two people. Cleaning it is a breeze (over in 10 minutes), we have a nice area to relax and snuggle up together to watch a movie on those cold winter nights (while I try to not look at the blue curtain), we have a beautiful bar to eat dinner at and a kitchen big enough that we can make anything. We have even made gnocchi which is a pretty impressive feat with a ‘tiny’ kitchen as the preparation takes up a decent amount of space. We do have a design that really focused on the kitchen and we love working in there together. Benoit has even made a few loaves of bread in the tiny, which he uses my amazing little barbeque to cook it in. Very impressive if you ask me. So yes, we are adjusting well to living small, I am still trying to downsize the amount of clothes that I own, slowly but surely. That is really my only problem with living small at the moment, I have been struggling with the shear volume of clothes that I own, and it is so hard to downsize as I have so many different requirements for my wardrobe. However that has been and continues to be my goal. At the moment, I have bought out everything in my closet that I am not sure about and I am forcing myself to wear it to work, to evaluate how I feel and if I don’t like it, off to the charity shop it shall go. It is a slow process, but I am getting there!

The real stress of these last few weeks as been for Benoit who has really been getting into his physio application and applied to do the English test on Saturday. It is a four part exam which takes into account reading, writing and listening over three hours and then a 20 minute speaking test. Although I am confident in Benoît’s grasp on the English language, it is stressful to be once again sitting in the examination seat. On Saturday we both drove up to town to my old university and while he was most likely stressing about verbs and nouns, I spent a few hours working on my engineering application to become a certified engineer in NZ. So we are both working towards our career goals. Look at us go 😉 Hopefully within a few weeks Benoit will submit his application and it will just be a waiting game for a few months. I will probably encourage him to go find a short term job in the mean time so we can start saving up for our next project or adventure!

All my love, Kate xxx

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the-cat-chat · 1 year

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April 22, 2023

The Mist (2007)

A freak storm unleashes a species of bloodthirsty creatures on a small town, where a small band of citizens hole up in a supermarket and fight for their lives.

Warning: This review does contain spoilers for the movie. Read at your own risk.

JayBell: For some reason, I was under the impression that the mist was like acid or something and that’s why people couldn’t leave the supermarket. But no. It’s full on weird tentacle-y creatures and bug monsters and stuff. Which is cool, just unexpected.

Let’s start with our main character. For some reason, I found him both really creepy and yet utterly boring. To me, he was just very bland and forgettable. Also, it was so weird that they introduced the cliche “perfect” women, and the whole time it felt like the movie was trying to set them up as a romantic pairing while they were both still married? Plus, her character basically becomes “mom” to his kid and that really freaked me out. Speaking of the kid, yikes did he really not bring much to this movie. He also had the convenient ability to sleep when crazy things were happening.

The best actors were Marcia Gay Harden (the crazy religious zealot), Andre Braugher (the resentful neighbor), and Toby Jones (the store worker). I actually enjoyed the way the movie explored group dynamics and group thinking. It felt like a social experiment gone wrong. So much was put into the relationship between Andre Braugher’s character and the main guy that his death made his character arc seem incomplete. I thought this was one of the most interesting dynamics in the movie, but it felt like there was no emotional payout.

Now the ending. I don’t mind an anti-Hollywood ending. It can be refreshing and surprising sometimes. But it seemed a little ridiculous here. They go through all this effort to fight and live, drive for a ways, and then the car runs out of gas. Their immediate thought? Murder suicide. Not their second or third thought. One of them even says, “Well no one can argue we didn’t try.” I meeeeeaaannn. Did you really try? You didn’t even get out of the car to see if there was another car you could take or siphon gas out of. You didn’t even try to run for some semblance of safety. No one tried to run off and get help. Nope. Clearly the only option is murder suicide. It actually felt so ridiculous that I couldn’t even feel sad at the ending, I just ended up laughing.

Rating: 4/10 cats 🐈

Anzie: Ummmm. I know its a very rare occasion when I might love a movie- and the rest of the time my other two emotions are either traumatized or seething with rage. But I’m seething with rage with just a dash of traumatization. I reallllly was liking this movie from a dissect it and make funny of it way (bc it is so outlandish but has its moments). And honestly the end of the world? Tell me the one place on planet Earth you’d die willingly rather than to be stuck in- yes the loathsome grocery store. Now come on forget Freddy Krueger- that’s true horror.

I just wanna say- to start off strong- the one thing I didn’t expect to come from The Mist was *spoiler alert* tentacles with teeth OR giant bugs. I thought it would be for sure zombies or like ghouls of some sort - so this plot twist was interesting. The vibes are there for sure too - you definitely pick up on the paranoia that settles in among the people too. Noooow. Let’s not even talk about the religious screaming lady bc I can feel the irritation literally in the pieces of my spine. And then she had to brainwash everyone??? Whhhhhy? 😩 I get it and why the movie does it but I’m not happy about it - so she for sure did a good job. Ohhhh my gawd. The spiders?!? Those thing were 1000x worse that Pennywise. The Punisher’s kid was almost as annoying as the religious lady. And I think his screaming “Daddy?!?” continually throughout the movie really knocks it down at least a half a point. And the fatally flaw. The ending. How? Why? I don’t need this. For reellllzzzzz man. You didn’t see a flame throwing army convoy in your rear view?!??!? I don’t wanna talk about it. Really. If you hate someone tell them to watch this movie just to see their soul leave their body when they watch the end scene. And totally unrelated, but the mystery I wanna know- what was the neighbor’s lawsuit about?? Why even bring it up so much to not tell us? Uggg.

Rating: 3.5/10 Cats 🐈

#movie #movie review #stephen king

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eievuimemes · 2 years

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BEETHOVEN (1992) SENTENCE STARTERS TW: Potential mention of animal abuse / animal experimentation, euthanasia, risk of animal death / animal death mention, mildly unsanitary (drool mention)

“[name] is not just some [thing] that wandered in off the street. He’s a member of our family, and we love him very much.”

“[name], are you all right?”

“Are you crazy!?”

“But that’s what you call Uncle Richard!”

“Come on, you’re so smart.”

“Come to our house. We’ll barbecue.”

“Congratulations, you’re gonna be a pioneer.”

“Did I miss anything?”

“Did you hear something?”

“Did you really say that?”

“Do you have to-”

“Don’t worry about it.”

“Get everything ready. I’ll be by in the morning.”

“He can’t even see.”

“He doesn’t like any of those names!”

“He pushed me on the ground and I couldn’t get up.”

“Hi there, you little cutie!”

“How should we handle this?”

“I didn’t let him drive!”

“I don't need you to drool all over me, for god’s sakes.”

“I don’t know, [name], just backtrack.”

“I don’t know. He’s pretty sweet.”

“I don’t need a babysitter.”

“I don’t think words for parts of the body make very good names.”

“I don’t want to do it at everybody’s expense.”

“I fell in.”

“I got a great idea.”

“I got a junkyard.”

“I have everything I ever wanted.”

“I heard something downstairs.”

“I know it doesn’t mean that he likes me, but he’s gotta like me better than before he said my name.”

“I know my opinion doesn’t matter, but I’m not interested.”

“I owe you big time.”

“I really could use a little support here.”

“I really don’t like those people.”

“I take back anything I ever said about you.”

“I thought I was gonna die.”

“I was where I was supposed to be.”

“If I change my pants, I gotta change my jacket.”

“If I’m not back in 15 minutes, call the police.”

“If we keep it, the house will be destroyed.”

“In and out, quiet as a mouse.”

“Instead of listening to some guy we’ve only met twice in our lives, maybe we should try listening to our own child.”

“Is there anything else you need? Anything else at all?”

“I’d like to call my mother, please.”

“I’d like to file a report on you.”

“I’ll be back before dinner, so it’s not that long.”

“I’ll cry all night.”

“I’m going to bed.”

“I’m saving you!”

“I’m sorry, I love you.”

“Let me have him. It’s my turn.”

“Let’s call an ambulance.”

“Lock the doors.”

“Maybe he handled him too rough.”

“Next time, it could be one of your children.”

“Now, you were never in any real danger, now, were you?”

“Open up, you little wimp!”

“Perhaps you should leave him overnight for observation.”

“She must’ve snuck out.”

“She’s the most popular girl in the whole school.”

“Sic ‘em, boys!”

“Something doesn’t make sense.”

“Sometimes it’s hard to know what the right thing is.”

“That’s a nice lunch you got there.”

“That’s how you see me. Suddenly I’m a lousy husband and father.”

“That’s it! I’m not gonna take it anymore.”

“That’s not true, I saw you.”

“That’s progress. I appreciate that.”

“The TV was on.”

“They aren’t gonna hurt [name], are they?”

“This is gonna hurt you a lot more than it hurts me.”

“This is just temporary until we find the owner.”

“Wait a minute, wait a minute. I was told this wouldn’t happen until tomorrow.”

“We don’t know why we did it.”

“We’re gonna do a lot of neat stuff.”

“What a cool looking dog.”

“What a cute guy. Isn’t he cute?”

“What about the alarm?”

“What are you, some kind of animal lover?”

“What kind of figures are we talking about?”

“What kind of problems?”

“Wheel it back up.”

“Where are you going?”

“Why can’t you just give us a chance?”

“Why did you want to stop? What’s the matter?”

“Why do we have to get up so early on a Saturday?”

“You can go home.”

“You can’t change it. That’s the rules.”

“You guys don’t seem to have made a good impression.”

“You heard your father.”

“You hit me, I’ll have you put in jail for assault and battery.”

“You let [name] drive!?”

“You look beautiful.”

“You saw what he did.”

“You sit. I’ve got this.”

“You’re fired.”

“You’re free.”

“You’re not mad at me, are you?”

“‘So what?’ What do you mean ‘so what!?’”

#rp meme #sentence starters #( long overdue on doing this movie tbh; its a gold mine )#( & also my personal fave < 3 )

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dykeomania · 2 years

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. . . guilty pleasure.

𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: i'm terrible at summaries -- ellie really likes fucking you, because you're really hot, so she eats you out like it's her fucking last meal. plus it's kinda cute at the end. that's it. that's the fic.

𝐚/𝐧: so, this is a scrap. Funny Story! ahaha!!!! Uh!!!! so i fucking hate this! [mia, great heavens, why do you hate this?] well! i've been working on this sub!ellie fic for a couple of months (i've been busy) and i thought it would be a good idea to start off a sub!ellie with dom!ellie. and i was trying to do something, but it wasn't working. so i have been contending with this fucking part of that fic for so long that everytime i look at it it makes me twitch, so maybe i'm biased, but. here you go. it's not sub!ellie which is making me roll my eyes so hard rn, but it's alright. anyway, i didn't want to waste what i'd already written so i tidied it up and made it pretty and hopefully someone likes it. idfk. if you ever wanted to have your pussy ate by ellie, here you go.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: annoying writing things, like random shifts in verb tenses because i didn't feel like proofreading this for much longer rubs nose, rolls eyes. SO! literally just pure smut, like, it's disgusting, so minors, go away. uh, oral sex, fingering (reader receiving). fraction of dirty talk. ellie thinking that you're really fucking hot. she's literally so gay. kind of obsessive. it's literally just reader receiving head for a very, very long time. oh, some overstimulation. also. just for shits and giggles. the general vibe is that you two are friends... but like.... but like... shakes head.... you're... you're not friends.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.6k. get it the fuck out of my sight, please.

. . . .

when ellie fucks you, sometimes she likes to imagine that she is painting a picture.

“oh, fuck–” she knows how it sounds and wishes that it didn’t sound so creepy. but ellie has spent hours, upon days, composed of fleeting shy gazes and not-so-shy glimpses between your thighs, studying your body. eyes oftentimes slipping over the arch of your brow in conversation, or following the curve of your jaw, down the axis of your neck. over the hill of your bicep, beneath the band of your jeans, down the canyon trail of your stomach or your spine…

if she tries hard enough, she can get your face just right. eyes shut so tight, they bunch at the corners, not quite like how they do when you’re doubled over in laughter, or squinting at her in disbelief. sometimes they roll, or linger, hooking onto hers as your body stiffens with pleasure and her name hangs above your tongue on a fishing line that you just can’t seem to reach. every time ellie fucks you you drive her just a little bit crazier, because every time ellie fucks you, you remind her of how difficult and impressive the human ability to multitask is, because how is she supposed to breathe? or do much of anything really – when you look like this? underneath her, or beside her, or in front of her. pretty girl, doesn’t even begin to capture half of you. let me show you how pretty you are, is a promise, by default of impossibility, that will forever be left unfulfilled.

“el..” ellie’s fingers were magic. always were. they were so long, even if she held them out straight, the hardened calluses of her fingertips would hit every spot they needed to. but this time, ellie had curled them. nestled knuckle deep inside, with her tongue latched onto your clit - flattening, rolling, sucking. you were gone – had been for the past half hour – now whining and bucking against the pace of ellie’s tongue and fingers, tugging at your tits because she told you to. “oh my fucking god, fuck–”

it was crazy, how ellie could make you feel so good without even having made you cum, to the point where you’re holding her head still and fucking her face ultimately to achieve something familiar. but it was so confusing. you chased that great, overpowering crescendo. but at the same time, you would do anything – literally anything – as long as it meant that ellie would keep making you feel whatever it was that you were feeling. as long as it meant that she just didn’t fucking stop.

ellie’s eyes are deep green vultures that climb the curve of your adam’s apple, and she can’t tell if you’re getting wetter or if she’s just drooling. she is so fucking wet, she can practically feel the fabric of her briefs sticking to her sex. the partial friction on her clit everytime she shifts on the bed is enough to make her head spin, and it makes her hungrier. she loved watching you unravel as you chased the release. loved listening to how your whines shattered, loved feeling her nails grip and tug at her hair. loved watching you stir, pleading for that rush of endorphins that would make your clit spasm against her tongue, and that only made ellie more determined to fuck your juices out of you.

ellie hums approvingly around your sensitive bundle of nerves and for a moment, all that can be heard is the squelch of your juices as she keeps the pace of her fingers steady. quick, and unrelenting, against the warning-like quivering of your walls around them. the sensation is so far back – a tingling, almost. you are so eager, breath immediately quickening and eyes widening. it almost sends your body into fight-or-flight and dares to even cramp your leg. but you squirm and gasp, and your mouth hangs, and you don’t even have to say it. she can see it in your eyes the second you reach down from your tits to her hair, and you grasp, you look at her with something bordering awe, and a compilation of pleas. it’s fucking gorgeous. “e-ellie–”

“mhm.”

“e-el–oh, fuck–”

“mhm.”

“fuck!” you cry as your orgasm ripples through your clit, and then pulses through the interior of your cunt. on no front does ellie let up, tongue lapping greedily against your throbbing bundle of nerves while fucking the well-earned stream out of you with her fingers. you shake, and border on screaming – so sensitive, and yet still reeling against her every move whilst your orgasm moves through you. one pulse, and then two, and then three. an uncountable number of clenches around her soaked fingers. but ellie is greedy. devoured by pleasure, you lay stunned and shuddering,

and yet ellie doesn’t stop.

“ohmygod– fuck–” it could’ve took minutes. most likely even seconds. but at first, you felt nothing. and then, you were shuddering, and covering your own mouth. you can’t bring yourself to, but if you looked at ellie, you’d realize a couple of different things. for starters, ellie’s fingers are moving twice as fast. her mouth originally left your clit quite slowly, in tantalizing, rewarding kisses, before she sloppily replaced it with her thumb, for better or for worse. and above all, she was still looking at you. ellie never took her fucking eyes off of you.

“you have no fucking idea how hot you look right now,” you hear ellie rasp, and you gasp – maybe you did notice a difference because you could definitely tell that she put her tongue back on your clit, and it pushes you into a place of no return. you feel everything at once. her fingers against your g-spot, the hypersensitivity of your cunt in general. your whine is guttural and antsy, but ellie’s hands tighten on your thighs, refusing to let you move this time. “mm–mm, one more time,” ellie punctuates her phrase with a lick on your clit that is so subtle, and yet makes you damn near incomprehensible – “gonna let me taste you again? please? you’re so fucking pretty, let me taste you again. let me fucking taste you, baby, cum for me, just one more time–”

your orgasm trickles in like it’s harmless and unassuming. and then the fragment of her name that you so desperately reach for slips between your fingers and this time, you do scream.

your cunt convulses twice as hard around her fingers, and you feel your back try to arch. your orgasm is catastrophic. it ripples her bedsheets, cuts through the nighttime breeze, and singlehandedly shatters the peaceful chirp of crickets outside of the shed.

this part, was ellie’s favorite.

your slow descent from euphoria is parachuted by the sound of shuffling, followed by the rough pad of ellie’s thumb smoothing over your cheekbone. the warmth from her palm as it adorns the side of your face becomes more apparent as you find yourself floating into consciousness. you take it upon yourself to peer at her through your lashband. you find that ellie’s eyes are still dark, and lustful. but they have transformed into something that you could hold in your own without the crutch of pleasure. they were warm, and sincere in a different context, and within that, kind of made you blush a bit harder than you already were.

ellie – seemingly equally abashed, given her reddened cheeks – slowly rolls her lips onto themselves as if trying to bite back her smile. carefully, she pushes a section of your damp hair behind your ear, and places a subtle kiss on the corner of your lips. “hey…” ellie awkwardly chimes, and you both snicker. “hey…” your giggles fall short as ellie briefly hovers over you, and you reach up to close the gap between the two of you. the taste of salt and skin in any other context would’ve made you sick, but in this one, it just makes you delirious. her tongue flattens against yours and her hand smooths over your abdomen. you can’t help but pull her closer – as close as possible, really – by the bunched up fabric of her black t-shirt in a way that indicates this night isn’t over just yet.

“good?” ellie murmurs against your lips and you only respond by deepening the kiss, smiling in a way that ruins it. “so good. as always.” this time, it’s ellie’s turn to nearly break the kiss with a smile, to which she tries to make up for by kissing you harder. but you can’t help but chuckle at her excitement, even when she asks you what? through your flurry of giggles. you kiss her again, and eventually, both your giggles and her question are long forgotten.

“is it my turn?” you ask against her lips, and feel ellie’s brows furrow. “turn to what?” “touch you.” you pull away momentarily to look give ellie’s face a quick up and down glance, a tinge of curiosity lingering in your expression beneath the small smile on your reddened lips. “i wanna make you feel good.”

the pause is occupied by ellie dragging her tongue, and eventually her teeth, over her lower lip. she shuffles, as though to hover over you a bit more, tilting her head slightly to the left. “making you feel good makes me feel good,” your brows lift at her statement. you didn’t mean to, but you mentally quiver under the certainty of her gaze, and all words of protest that you had died on your tongue. a slight smirk that etches onto her lips as they hover back over yours, nor the way her hand takes firm hold of your upper thigh, barely pressing into the perimeter of your ass, “now, how about you shut up and kiss me again.”

#tlou #tlou 2 #ellie williams smut #ellie williams x reader #ellie x reader #tlou2 ellie x reader #joel miller #ellie williams fanfic #ellie williams x f!reader #the last of us ii #tlou fic #tlou smut #mia's smut #get it the fuck away from me please

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yeraskier · 2 years

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the one with geralt and jaskier’s training session (inspired by this tumblr post i made a month ago)

Jaskier has gotten good, really good.

It’s baffling how quick the bard took to his dagger.

Geralt watched him train with Vesemir everyday for nearly three months. It was always intense and sometimes left Jaskier with bruises— which sometimes led to very heated arguments between Geralt and the older witcher— but it was well worth it, because Jaskier is a warrior now.

The bard has bested every single witcher he’s trained with. He has speed on his side, and the neverending pride of his newfound talent.

It’s understandable, he truly is talented. Even Yennefer has admitted to being impressed.

It may be driving Geralt a little crazy, though, just a little.

Jaskier’s always been distracting but it’s been a special brand of torture being in his presence recently. He’s always twirling his dagger and it’s… a lot, watching his hands dance along the weapon. Then there’s the fact that his chest has broadened, as if that was necessary. And there’s the subtle cockiness that Geralt actually finds sexy.

If it were any other man, Geralt would simply put them in their place, but he’s been actively avoiding training with Jaskier for several reasons and he’s been succeeding. Until he wasn’t.

“You know, you’re the only witcher I have yet to duel,” Jaskier tells him one day, completely out of the blue, “we should remedy that.”

“Hm.”

Which is how he finds himself out in the snow with the bard. The neck of Jaskier’s tunic is left partially unlaced— Geralt doesn’t know whether to worry he’ll catch or cold or wish that the rest of the laces would come undone.

Jaskier fights like he’s dancing, movements natural as though he’s been training alongside witchers all his life. He dodges one of the witcher’s lunges and Geralt ends up with an arm wrapped around his neck. He thinks, just for a moment, about how in love he is with this clever man.

It’s not enough to make Geralt forfeit, of course. He refuses to be defeated by a human in front of three mages and seven witchers.

Jaskier falls to the ground easily, gracefully. Geralt drops his sword, opting to pin Jaskier with his hands instead of his weapon. One of them is dangerously close to Jaskier’s throat and they both seem very well aware of that. He doesn’t move it.

“Say mercy,” Geralt rasps.

“I must admit, witcher,” Jaskier pants from beneath him, “all the times I’ve pictured you on top of me, it wasn’t quite like this, but I can’t say I’m displeased by this situation.”

Geralt’s breath hitches. It’s a quiet thing, but they’re close enough for Jaskier to still hear it.

It happens so fast he barely feels it happening, but suddenly the air is being forced from his lungs as his back is slammed into the snow.

Geralt’s eyes flutter open to find that he’s pinned to the ground with a dagger hovering over his throat.

The bard leans in slowly and Geralt is suddenly hyperaware of how close Jaskier’s ass is to his crotch. He can hear his own heart pounding in his ears; it’s nearly deafening.

“Say mercy,” Jaskier whispers, the edge of his blade pressed to Geralt’s skin.

And the witcher knows he doesn’t need to. He could easily find a way out of this position, and yet.

“Mercy,” Geralt gasps, watching as Jaskier’s pupils dilate the second the word escapes his lips.

Jaskier sits back with a smirk. “Great training session, Geralt. Perhaps we can do it again some time.” Then he stands, effortless and elegant with his movements, before walking away whistling.

Geralt shuts his eyes and exhales.

He can hear everyone a few yards away. He can hear Jaskier.

His eyes open to the sight of Lambert standing over him, arms crossed over his chest as he levels Geralt with a disapproving stare.

“Losing a fight because you want to fuck the bard.” He sounds amused. Annoyed, but mostly amused. “Horny bastard.”

Geralt would glare if it weren’t for the very blatant tent in his trousers.

#cocky jaskier who else cheered #ik ive been making a lot of ficlets i KNOW #i’m trying to train myself to not keep adding on to my fics and stuff!!#plus i just have a lot of ideas like literally 6 others in the drafts #the witcher #jaskier #geralt of rivia #geraskier #my writing

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interlagosed · 2 years

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I’m insane I can’t sleep I need to write this

At first, it was nice to see two men with such a strong friendship. Carlos and Lando always managed to wade through the crowds to find one another, bumping fists before reclining against the nearest surface they could find and catching up. They were obviously still close despite no longer being teammates. That was sweet.

Then, Guanyu actually started hanging out with them now and again, and he felt…an odd tension. Between them. Initially, he wondered if it was competition. And sometimes it was. Most of the time though, it was how intensely Carlos looked at Lando. The way Lando licked his lips so slightly when he spoke to Carlos. How neither of them would stop smiling. How sometimes Carlos would talk over Charles just because he wanted to continue a conversation with Lando. How Lando would close the distance between himself and Carlos as the conversation progressed, even though they were, were, standing in a circle with other drivers.

Weird. But hey, who was Guanyu to judge? They were apparently super close. Good for them.

Still, he couldn’t help but think - what if…?

Nah.

But still.

So he kept an eye on them. From a distance. Maybe up close if he ended up organically standing near them. They were good enough at inviting people into the fold; it was just that when people were there, they would kind of…ignore them? It wasn’t purposeful. It was just…well, kind of like they were in a world of their own. Like in the Miami opening party; doing nothing together and somehow making it seem like it was more important than whatever the hell everyone else was doing.

And so Guanyu found that he could not ignore a possible conclusion. But no. He needed more data.

And then that conversation happened.

“You’re weird,” Carlos had said, his voice exasperated, but his eyes…total affection. Adoration. And Guanyu had noticed that while Lando was gesticulating, Carlos had kept his hands close to himself. Pressed against his body. As though he was restraining himself. From what?

From touching Lando. It had to be.

“You’re weird,” Carlos had breathed, and Lando’s face went smug.

“Yeah?”

“So weird,” Carlos said, and the smile spread across his face even as he shook his head. The camera turned away, the personnel filtered out, and it was just Carlos, Lando, and…well, Guanyu. Whom they had forgotten. Evidently. Because then, Lando said, and he didn’t say it so much as fucking purr it (who does that?):

“And you don’t like that about me?”

Carlos exhaled shakily and said, “You don’t want me to answer that question.”

“What if I do?”

Guanyu felt the overwhelming urge to leave. But he was also fascinated. And anyway, it would be super awkward to leave at that point.

“Then I would say that I love how weird you are.”

Lando smirked and walked closer to Carlos. “Yeah?”

Carlos stood suddenly and grabbed Lando by the arms. “Yeah,” he said, and he added, “You drive me crazy.”

“How crazy?”

Carlos stared at him and sat back down. “I will not answer that,” he said firmly, and Lando almost looked disappointed.

He pouted (what the fuck?) and said, “Boring. Anyway. I said I’d go say hi to Charlotte. Wanna come?”

The look in Carlos’ eyes dissipated. He grinned and stood up eagerly, and they walked off like nothing had happened even though something clearly had.

What the fuck.

And they had forgotten Guanyu entirely.

Later, stuck in his thoughts, Guanyu nearly bumped into Valtteri.

“Careful,” Val said, in his gentle, casual way. He held up his little paper espresso cup. “This is so strong it might not come off if I spill it on you.”

“Valtteri,” Guanyu said, “are Carlos and Lando…?”

“Ah,” Valtteri grinned, “so you have been initiated. What was it? Eyes? Hands? Dinner plans? Carlos fixed Lando’s mood? Lando made Carlos break a rib laughing?”

Guanyu stared at him. Then, dumbly, he said, “They. Touched. Lando asked how crazy he drove Carlos.”

Valtteri looked impressed. “Wow. They are getting confident.”

“…does that mean they are…or…?”

“Who knows,” Val said, shrugging. He took a sip of his coffee. Then he chuckled and said, “Probably, they are. Most likely.”

Guanyu kept staring. Then Valtteri smiled a little at him, poked him in the chest with his coffee cup, and said, “Be cool about it.”

Since apparently Carlos and Lando weren’t going to be.

#hibi writes #carlando headcanons #carlando #Guanyu Zhou #Valtteri Bottas #carlos sainz jr #lando norris #f1 fic

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sukirichi · 3 years

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— hands to myself (nanami kento x reader)

pov: you miss nanami too much that you can’t keep your hands to yourself

content/warnings: nsfw, voyeurism, masturbation, spanking, multiple orgasms, daddy kink, sugar daddy nanami, unedited fic

inspo: hands to myself by selena gomez

note: i can’t get sugar daddy nanami out of my head my brain goes brr brr PLEASE SEND ME THIRSTY ASKS ABOUT NANAMI

@unabashednightmarepizza and @noritoshiikamo asdgjkl here we goooo i guess

masterlist !

the penthouse felt so lonely without nanami.

he’s been working so hard, staying overtime and coming home just as you’re already buried in the sheets. nanami would slither in as quietly as he could, not wanting to disturb the peaceful slumber of his baby girl, but what he doesn’t know is that you don’t mind waking up, just to see and feel him before he leaves for work again the next morning.

right before the sun rises, nanami’s already left. in your dazed state, you’re sure you felt him kissing your forehead before the doors close with a soft click, leaving you alone all over again.

you know he doesn’t mean it, you know he doesn’t want to leave you – but nanami is a hero and he has a duty to the people of this world to exorcise curses to bring a safer environment for everyone. truly, you admire him for this, sometimes a little too much that you might even fall in love with the rigid and stoic man who doesn’t smile.

still, you can’t help but to miss him.

ever since you became his baby girl, life has been easy. even though nanami wasn’t around all the time, he made it up by leaving his credit card to you, assuring you that you were free to get what you wanted. out of boredom, you’d go to the upstate and use his car to drive around the hills, arms heavy with shopping bags.

you’re not selfish, of course, you always make sure to bring him a little gift too. whether it came in the form of buying a new necktie for him – which he always wore to work proudly – or donning your body in lacy, white lingerie that has nanami losing control and worshipping your body until you’re screaming his name with a dried throat, you never forget to leave a little something for him.

sometimes you wish you could tell him you don’t really want the money. you’re thankful he’s more than generous to help you pay for college fees in return of you being his sweet baby girl, but you don’t need the Gucci or prada if he’s not going to be around.

you wanted nanami more than anything else, missed him more than anyone else.

your room feels so empty without him. his scent still lingers in your sheets because he’d rather sleep with you than stay in his own room, only using said room for showering and getting ready for work.

a lightbulb shines above your head. throwing your iphone to the side, you run to his room and open the cabinets one by one. nanami was as organized with his surroundings as he was with himself. his closet is an impressive collection of dark blue button-ups, nude slacks, and his iconic nude suit jacket. they’re all of the same brand and size, and you laugh because only nanami would buy the same thing over and over again.

at the end though, your gaze lands on a rare collection of white button ups, neckties neatly rolled and tucked at the glossy marbled drawers in front of the closet. already, you feel your heartbeat picking up as your hands touched the soft cotton material, nose slowly rubbing and burying into his shirt.

it even smells like him.

your movements are swift. previous shirt discarded on the floor, your arms loop inside the sleeves, tying up just until the undersides of your breasts before you pick out your favourite tie for him, a satin black one that always made him look delectable for dinner parties.

nanami rarely wore those, but when he did, he knew you wouldn’t be able to keep your hands to yourself. the last time he brought you with him for a birthday ball of his friend, nanami wore this exact black tie paired with the traditional fitted, three piece suit. you remember how needy you were for him that night, little fists clenched at his dress shirt and nanami lowly scolding you to behave.

but you were so desperate to touch him – how could you not when he was so damn irresistible – that he felt bad for his baby girl. long story short, you and nanami left early for the party, with your pussy bouncing up and down his thick pole while nanami glared at the limousine driver to keep his eyes on the road, large, calloused hands possessively gripping the flesh of your ass.

you missed him so much you might go crazy.

grabbing the nearest bottle of his perfume, you spritz it into the air, leaning forwards so that you’d get his scent all over you. it somehow felt as if you were coating yourself in his name, claiming and branding yourself as his even without him in the vicinity.

that’s how much you wanted him, and you don’t stop rubbing his perfume along the pads of your wrist until you can’t smell yourself anymore. your legs are accentuated by the black suede pumps you strutted around the penthouse with, lips tainted red from the wine he kept in his precious little cellar – which was also a spot in the house you both fucked at during that time nanami wanted to taste you on his lips.

he pushed you next to the glass borders then, spreading your legs open until you’re absolutely bare of him. the memory of nanami burying his warm tongue in you has you rubbing your thighs together, your black lace panties already damp with arousal.

you won’t touch yourself, though. that’s one of the rules nanami placed the moment he agreed to be your sugar daddy: you couldn’t, under any circumstance, touch yourself without his permission.

sighing, you trudged back to his bedroom again and sat your ass on his silver desk, legs swinging below you as you stared out into the night city.

nanami likes his room dark, that even though he’s got a crystal chandelier hanging from the ceiling, he almost never opens it. only the bright light from the opened closet is what illuminates your silhouette as you watch the skyscrapers twinkle from afar, the people bustling on the streets looking like ants from this height. it was perfect – the night looked so beautiful and the ambience so romantic with soft, classical music playing from the AI speakers – but nanami isn’t here.

he wouldn’t come home early either. you could already tell how stressed he’d be because gojo satoru always makes him work overtime.

for now, you just had to enjoy your own presence, replacing nanami’s heat and love with his perfume and clothes. his shirt is absolutely baggy on you, the ends of it falling on top of your thighs. your breasts nearly swells out from the tight cups of your bra and the fat of your thighs clumped underneath the straps of your stockings.

you’ve sighed for what seems like the hundredth time that day. it sounds selfish, but you wished that nanami would come home early and pay attention to you. surely, gojo satoru would be more than fine handling the curses himself for just today.

unable to help it, your head fell back on the transparent glass windows of his room, fingers snaking under his shirt. instinctively, your legs opened, a breathy sigh falling from your glossy red lips as you slipped a finger in. it’s not as big or as thick as nanami’s, and your hands are way too soft compared to the scraping sensation his calloused fingers gave whenever he fingered your pretty little pussy.

it’s nothing compared to what nanami can make you feel, but it should be enough, for now.

your head falls back as your heel lands on his desk, nearly grazing the precious smooth top of his table. you have a feeling nanami is going to punish you once he sees the slight scrapes of your stiletto against it, but who cares? at this point, you’re willing to pull off the stupidest things just to get his attention, just to get him to fuck you.

“nanami,” you moan around the second finger, your other hand spreading your legs open. you’re so horny that you don’t bother taking your panties off anymore, the material flushed with the slick of your own arousal that it’s heavily damp. “daddy, i miss you,” eyes shut tight, you fondle with the sensitive nub of your clit, pumping yourself slowly as you imagine that it’s nanami making you feel good this time.

you know you’re being a bad girl, that you’re being an absolute brat. not only did you break the rule that you’re not allowed to touch yourself exactly after you convinced yourself you wouldn’t, but you’re leaking right at his desk, heels grazing into the smooth material.

if nanami were to see, he wouldn’t forgive you.

he would break you.

if it was a punishment, then why do you enjoy the idea of it? why are you so enticed, so excited, so eager to have your daddy use you like a fucktoy? your lashes flutter against your cheeks, hips bucking into your cupped palm as your belly begins to tighten. “b-break me, daddy, please, nanami-”

“what do you think you’re doing?”

you freeze.

tentatively, you crack an eye open, swallowing audibly when nanami stands at the edge of his door, his glasses already removed. now that his beautiful blue eyes aren’t obscured by anything, you’re met with the intense heat of his gaze, nearly burning like wild fire. you glance down at your fingers buried in your pussy and gulp, pulling them out with a loud shlick. you were so wet at just the thought of him, so stupid to even want to be punished, but now your spine freezes when nanami struts to your way.

his hand tilts your chin up, forcing you to look at him. “i asked you a question,” his low, baritone voice has you clenching around nothing, throat tight out of nervousness. “i said, what do you think you’re doing?”

“i-i’m sorry, daddy,” you duck your head down, lips red and trembling. “i just missed you so much and i got so horny-”

“so you thought it was okay to touch yourself? even after i’ve made it clear i don’t want you doing that?”

“i’m so sorry-”

nanami doesn’t give you a chance to speak before his lips crash into yours, his tongue effortlessly slipping inside to swipe over your teeth. you gasp in his mouth when his large hands cup your ass and haul your weight off the desk, legs wrapped around his waist. nanami slaps it, making the flesh bounce and gripping it tightly with a firm squeeze. you’re pretty sure you’d turn completely red and marked by the end of this, but you don’t care, fuck, you don’t fucking care – nanami’s here and that’s all you care about.

you kiss him back just as eagerly, arms around his neck as he carries you like you weigh nothing. nanami groans when your teeth nibble on his lips, eager and needy hands unbuttoning his shirt. his hard pecs and abs greet you like a present you couldn’t wait to unwrap, and you’re both breathing hard by the time you pull away.

“are those my clothes?” he snaps the strap of your bra under his shirt, eyes narrowed over the way you look terrifyingly small in his shirt. you nod, breasts rising up and down, tempting him to reach over and squeeze it. your back arches at his touch, his ministrations missed and needed. no, you craved it. he’s been gone too long you’re not sure you could take it anymore, and you hiss when nanami buries his sharp nose in the juncture of your neck, the front of his pants damp and coated with your exposed wet cunt. “and you’re wearing my perfume too.”

“y-yes.”

“tell me, baby,” nanami sets you down on your feet. your legs are a little wobbly from the heels and with desire burning in your stomach. he steadies you by placing a hand under your armpit, and you lean forward to kiss him one more time. nanami tsks and shoves you backwards, cheek sliding across the glass. “why did you go to my room without my permission? why did you touch yourself when i told you not to? do you want to be punished?”

your cheek stings from the impact of your skin hitting the glass, but your mind is too clouded with lust you can’t really focus on his words. wiggling your ass to press against his erection, you beg for him, hands looking for the comfort of his skin.

nanami slaps your ass and hand away to shut you up, and you fall forwards with a muffled cry. “answer me when i ask you a question, baby girl. i’m not always going to be this nice.”

“daddy, i-i just missed you so much, i couldn’t help it.”

“you missed me?” you hear his belt unbuckling behind you, your ass perking up in excitement. fuck, you just wanted him to pound into you already. but nanami’s always too patient, always controlled in everything he does, that you’re laying there shaking with your pussy dripping for him. finally, fucking finally, you feel his cock enter you inch by delicious inch, and you moan at the same time nanami groans at burying himself deep within you. “my stupid silly baby can never keep her hands to herself, huh?”

“no, daddy, i want you too much, i just miss you so bad.”

“you do?” he teases, rolling his hips languidly. his pace is so slow and teasing that you’re whining for him to go faster, but nanami only shakes his head. before you could fathom the way nanami’s eyes darken, he leans forward, hitting deeper than he did before. your moans are so breathy that you start fogging up the glass, and nanami rubs your swollen clit before using his hands to squish your cheeks. he forces you to follow his gaze, voice low and almost growling. “if you miss daddy so much, then show it to them. show them how good i’m making you feel. come on, baby girl, i know you can do it. you’ll do it for me won’t you?”

realization dawns you the moment nanami pushes your body further in the glass, your breasts squished and flattened against the cool surface. “d-daddy,” you gasp, tightening around him once you see that the overtime workers from the office parallel to his penthouse are now witnessing the way nanami rams his cock into you like a wild animal. “they’re, ah, watching.”

“i know, baby, i know,” nanami loosens his necktie around your neck, snatching it and tying it around your wrists instead. “let these people know you’re mine – that you’re my baby girl and no one else’s okay?”

hands bound behind your back and nanami’s thick cock thrusting roughly into you, you’re unable to move or even think straight. you just nod mindlessly as nanami keeps fucking into you, hands gently pressing down your throat. his dick keeps rubbing against your most sensitive spots and you’re shaking underneath him, your arousal heightened when you saw several of the office workers have already pulled out their cocks and stroked it at the sight of you dripping onto nanami’s black marble floors.

nanami doesn’t stop praising on how much you’re a good girl for him. now that his cock is buried within you, he’s already forgotten that you’ve broken his precious rule.

you don’t complain, though. how could you when he has you screaming his name, your makeup and sweat leaving a figure the shape of body plastered on his glass walls? you’re sure his housekeeper is going to be so angry at the both of you for leaving cum stains everywhere, but you and nanami have forgotten all about it.

it seems he misses you just as much because nanami doesn’t stop fucking you until you’re full of his cum, breasts swollen and aching from being pressed into the wall for so long.

an hour passed – maybe two – you’ve lost count from the amount of times nanami has made you cum. your legs are giving out beneath you and your latest lingerie set is broken, comforted only by the promise that he’s going to get you good one. you’re absolutely lost in the pleasure of nanami driving his cock impossible deep into you all the way until morning, body spent and shaking from all the orgasms.

fucked out and whining, nanami litters kisses all over your body to soothe you a little bit, but he doesn’t stop. and the truth is, you don’t want him to, either. legs wrapped around his waist and heels digging into his ass, nanami finally tangles his hands into yours as he pistons his cock in and out of your squelching pussy.

he’s giving you his all, and you can’t keep your hands to yourself no matter how hard you’re trying to, not when nanami is prowling into you as you’re spread underneath him before he goes gentle, almost as if making love to you.

well, you could, but why would you want to?

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wildernessuntothemselves · 3 years

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All my kitty!lino AUs

Warnings: prostitution, slavery.

AU 1:

minho is a prized breeding kitty that you're hired to guard as he is a very rare and pure breed and having him breed other pure kitties makes for very profitable offspring

as a result of being treated like royalty all his life, he's super rude to you, a common guard dog

he's always snarky with you and he never listens and you have enough of it one day

you push him down to the floor, your teeth grazing against his delicate neck, showing him that you were not someone to be trampled on

"that's right. you have nothing to say now, brat." you growl, sitting up to look at the frightened kitty

but as you sit back, your ass comes into contact with his boner

arching an eyebrow, you smirk and roll your hips over his clothed dick "now what do we have here?"

minho stays silent, frowning but not making any attempt to push you off

"don't tell me you like this." you tease him, grinding against him harder and pulling breathy little moans from his pouty lips "kitty likes it when I'm mean to him?"

"Yeah you like that pretty kitty? Are you gonna make a mess in your pants for me? Good boy."

you make him cum like that without even touching his dick

minho is shameless after that brazenly getting on your nerves so you'd punish him

he gets so needy that now you're getting him off on the daily, letting him hump your thighs to get off while you degrade him

his insatiable need would be bad enough but now he's outright refusing to breed the cat hybrids anymore

no matter how many times you try to convince the stubborn idiot that he's going to draw attention and ruin you both, he still refuses

until finally you make a deal with him that you'll have sex with him if he continues breeding the cats

he's not fully convinced. why would he waste his seed on other women when you were right there?

"because I'm not your kind, you stupid cat."

but minho doesn't care. all he cares about is getting to breed you

"Fuck you're burning up. Are you going into heat over this? Dumb little kitten thinks he can put babies in my belly."

your words only make him fuck you harder as if he could do it if he tried hard enough

AU 2:

he's the prince's very picky kitty, rarely is a cat good enough for him. he rarely mates at all and the prince doesn't understand it one bit

one day they're walking around shopping in the bazaar when lino catches a whiff of your scent. he follows it to a shady part of the market that he never saw before

that's when he sees you standing there with a heavy chair around your neck and a cheap transparent dress over your body

out of nowhere a short disgusting man appear and he asks him if he wants to see your tits. it's only for a couple of coins

minho shouldn’t say yes. He has a whole harem of much better bred pussies for him to pick and choose from. He didn’t need to pay a disgusting man to see the body of some nameless mongrel

yet here he was hanging the slimey man the coins

the man all but rips your bodice open, eager to please the rich hybrid.

Minho feels an uncomfortable tightness in his pants. His mouth waters at the sight of your full breasts on display for him and he finds himself moving forward to touch, but the man steps in.

“The silver was to see not to touch. Three if you want to touch.”

Minho grunts and gives him what he wants. you don't seem impressed by him.

He cradles your breasts in his hands and leans down to pluck a pert nipple into his mouth, ear perked to the sound of your restrained gasp.

but then he hears the prince calling for him and he rips himself away from you and wipes his mouth harshly, panting as if he was under a spell.

Gulping, he spares your half naked form one last glance before he’s retreating towards his owner. As he slips back into the main room he hears the vendor call after him smugly, “We’ll be waiting for you, my lord.”

He does come back, this time more worked up than last time as he couldn't go to sleep thinking about you and he was reduced to getting himself off multiple time throughout the night just to cool down

his owner catches him this time though. "So this is why you were so eager to come back even though you hate the market. I gotta say I'm surprised by your taste." The prince grins. "Did you mount her yet?"

Minho blanches, feeling humiliated at being caught "of course not. I would never defile myself with such a mongrel."

The prince arches an eyebrow. "It's okay minho. Sometimes you need to slum it down a little. I get that urge too. Cheap prostitutes like her have their draw."

The prince grabs you and pushes her over a table, pulling your skirt up. "Come on kitty. Take her. I know you're dying to."

minho's hesitation evaporate when he sees your pussy exposed and waiting for him. he quickly comes up beind you, pushing his length into you even though you weren't wet. it's uncomfortable but it's not the first time a man shoves his dick into your pussy without bothering to get you wet

it's over soon anyway, the spoiled cat getting overwhelmed by your tight walls and ends up cumming embarrassingly fast. He stumbles away, watching his cum drip from your fucked out hole.

"We'll take her."

Minho looks at him shocked. "I finally have something for my precious pet to fuck. You're so picky."

AU 3:

You were standing outside the gymnasium for a quick smoke when a voice slurs behind you. "Where is your little boyfriend?"

You roll your eyes, already fed up with the boy that is talking to you.

"What, he couldn't stand the thought of fucking you tonight so he ran away?"

You narrow your eyes at him. How did he know you were planning to give your virginity to your Hyunjin tonight? If he had shown up that is.

You don't even know what minho's deal is. He wasn't always like this. You remember a time long, long ago when the two of you were friends. He was so nice and sweet to you when you first met as kids. But then suddenly out of nowhere he turned on you for absolutely no reason.

"Tell me, mutt. What was he gonna give you so he could get between your legs? A pack of cigarettes?" Oh yeah, that’s why. He looks down on you for not being a purebred like him.

You huff the smoke in his face in agitation, still ignoring him.

"Aw, don't be sad. If he won't do it, I can rise to the occasion. Just tell me how much." He goads you. You throw the cigarette to the ground, violently snuffing it out with your heels when an idea pops into your head.

Looking up at him, you reply simply. "50k."

"W-what?"

"You're so fucking obsessed with my sex life so you must really want me. So yeah I'll give it to you for 50k."

"You're a crazy bitch."

you were just messing with him. and he worked. he left you alone

what you never expected was for him to show up the next day at your door, shoving a heavy suitcase into your arms

"what's this?"

"50k." He mumbles.

“Is this a joke?”

“You said you’d give it to me for 50k.” He explains flatly, looking everywhere except at you.

you walk towards him. "You really are a sick pervert, aren't you? Buying my virginity?"

He stays silent, looking at the ground so you grab his jaw and force him to look at you.

"You're not in control. I am. Got it?" You sneer, and he stares for a second, processing that you’re actually agreeing to go through with this, then he nods enthusiastically.

AU 4:

you're a dog hybrid and he's a cat hybrid. He's been kissing you secretly since long ago

You know it's wrong but you like it so you keep it a secret. and you always get so jealous when his heat comes and he goes away to fuck someone else.

When he comes back he's apologetic and spends days trying to make you forgive him. He shouldn't have to. He's not yours.

You touch yourself while you're sleeping next to him a lot. He pretends he doesn't know but it drives him insane

He's waits till you have your first heat. You're supposed to be given to chan but he convinces you not to let your owner know telling you he'll take care of you

You know this is forbidden but you let him fuck you because you're in love with him.

"Oppa this is too much."

"Shh baby take it. You've teased me long enough."

He cums in you but doesn't pull out so he can fuck you more. He's been training himself for this in order to satisfy you.

You get overwhelmed and he laughs at how cute you are. ask him to kiss you so he does

"What a cutie. All mine."

"Open your mouth." He lets a trail of spit fall from his mouth and you obediently open up and take it like you've been taught. He groans and kisses you softly. You whine in his mouth as he fucks you again.

"Not gonna go to that mutt right baby? Only I get to do this to you."

AU 5:

he's the queens pet and you're the leader of a mercenary group the queen has hired to fight a battle for her

he immediately takes an interest in you and follows you around thinking that he's slick

In the beginning, his infatuation was merely amusing to you as you took to teasing him whenever you got the chance--cornering him when the princess wasn't looking and whispering filthy things in his ear. It was both easy and fun to work up the needy kitten.

What you hadn’t expected was for him to walk in on you while you were fucking one of your own hybrids, Chan. The big wolf tended to get rowdy so you were often rough with him to keep him under control, and well that's how the masochistic hybrid liked it too.

You expected him to be terrified of you after that, he certainly looked the part, but he surprised you by coming to you teary eyes and whimpering pleas so moving that you couldn’t resist giving him whatever he asked for, which was badly worded and clueless seeing as he had never been in any kind of physical relationship before.

He’s never done something like this before. His owner, the queen, kept him on a tight leash, untouched and forever pure. He had been taking suppressants ever since his very first heat and, before he met you, he had barely remembered what it was like to feel that painfully delicious pang of pleasure in his belly.

He holds onto you as you pleasure him, one hand fisted in your clothes and the other wrapped around your wrist as if he was afraid you were going to hurt him. If you were to look at his expression, you would think that you were hurting him, a small frown on his face as he whines and whimpers.

You stroke his cheek softly with the back of your fingers, finding it hot to the touch. “What is it, kitten?”

“It hurts.” He sobs.

“I know, baby. I’ll make it go away.” You almost feel guilty for purposefully prolonging his pain, the stimulation you give his cock designed to make him reach the edge at the slowest possible pace, but the truth is you weren’t sorry at all.

“You know, kitten, you should come with me when I leave. I’ll hide you until we’re out of the castle walls. Your princess won’t even realize you’re missing until it’s too late, and when you’re with me, every moment will be filled with pleasure. I’ll take care of you like she never did. I’ll show you a whole world of pleasure. How does that sound, kitty?” You seduce as your thumb flits over his weeping slit, distracting him and seducing him. “Hmm, you wanna come with me?”

“I--I’m not--I don’t know.” He answers nervously, his brain too hazy especially as you finally speed up your strokes, jumbling up all his thought process.

“Don’t think too much, kitten. Don’t you want to feel good?” You purr, tightening your fist around his cock to give him more pleasure.

“Yes, but--”

“No buts, darling. Don’t you wanna be a good kitten for Master?” You ask, referring to yourself and he gasps, his cock jumps in your hand. “Yeah, you like that, don’t you? You’re a dirty little kitten, aren’t you?”

“No!” He cries, shaking his head from side to side, but there is no denying the way his stomach tightens and his hips buck off the bed as his orgasm approaches and his primal senses take over. “I can’t take it! Please, help me. I can’t--”

His seed splatters across his abdomen as he cums, and you talk him through it. “That’s it, baby. Let go for me. Let it all out. Good kitten.”

you ruin him so thoroughly that he gives into her and lets her fuck him in front of the queen herself

"Lino stop that! You sound like a common whore."

"I can't help it. Mistress… is making me burn up." "Ah fuck." He keens

"Your precious kitten is getting fucked regularly, that’s why he sounds like that. He’s nothing but a loose slut right now. I fucking ruined him. Isn’t that right, kitten?"

"Hah... touch my cock." He drools on the sheets under him and you laugh, grabbing his cock from underneath and starting to milk him. “See? Just a dumb slut.”

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A/N: one of these will most likely get a proper fic but I couldn’t keep these to myself

#stray kids smut #minho smut #sub!idol #dom!reader #sub!reader

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selfless (to a fault?) [demon brothers]

CW: allusions to past toxic relationships. minor description of injury in beel’s. belphie’s is a bit sad (happy ending! just melancholic vibes) and alludes to chapter 16.

no problem nonnie! i hope this is to your liking <3

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Lucifer

Honestly, he'd be a tough one to get to allow you to do anything for him. You know, the whole avatar of pride thing….and he also just generally has a habit of holding the weight of the world on his shoulders. He thinks - no, he knows he can handle everything on his own

If he's letting you in enough to help him - not only trusting you enough to think the tasks he delegates to you will be done to his liking, but allowing you to help and opening up the possibility that he might be risking his image of perfection - he can only expect you'll let him do the same for you. It's like your own special love language, right?

He does NOT like how jumpy you are about the subject. At first, he's miffed. Do you not think he can do the task to your liking? Has he given off the false impression that he cannot take any more work than he already has? Was your offer to help not based on affection, but pity??? It really ruffles his feathers.

He's the type to confront you head-on. At first, his voice is harsh because he's talked himself into thinking you've offended him, but when you start backing away and trying to dodge the conversation, apologies falling from your mouth about how the last thing you wanted to do was upset him, he softens. He doesn’t understand yet, but something is upsetting you and he intends to get to the bottom of it.

Not one who would pester you about opening up to him, but the sooner you do, the more of a show of good faith it is. He’ll trust your word entirely regardless, but it does a lot to soothe the upset of his own creation if you come back to explain sooner rather than later. After all, being vulnerable is perhaps Lucifer’s greatest show of love - it does not go unnoticed when you do the same.

Doing his best to talk through a solution is act of kindness #1 - and it helps you adjust a little since you worked with him rather than completely handed him the reins. He starts off his own plan to help you out by bringing in things he was already going to do for himself - offering you coffee when he gets his own, for example. He uses the fact that you’d feel bad for refusing against you for a little bit, but he means well!

You might notice him going softer on you for just a little bit - don’t say anything about it. He’s worried that he gave off the impression of using things against you because of how much of a disciplinarian he is. Besides, the two of you normally don’t get into arguments (he doesn’t have the time to let things simmer - if he’s that upset about something, he’ll try to address it immediately), so he doesn’t really know how else to change his behavior. He just hopes that allowing you the opportunity to open up to him again, should you need it, will alleviate the feeling that he’d ever use your kindness against you.

Mammon

The first time you stiffened up after he tried to help you, he thought you were crazy. Lucifer had just given you a punishment for one of his schemes that you took the fall for (and he still isn’t sure why Lucifer let you take the fall when it was obviously Not You), and you insisted that you could do it by yourself! He wasn’t too keen on cleaning every window in the House of Lamentation himself, so he left soon after placing the offer, but his time was spent mindlessly wondering about you.

The next time was shortly after, when you came into his room and crashed on his bed. He offered you a hand massage, although he did it in a very muttered voice with dark cheeks - and you said no again! Forget being offended that the romantic hand-holding idea he totally didn’t get from a magazine he was reading waiting for you (that would’ve somehow ended in disaster anyway) wouldn’t play out - he was getting worried.

He doesn’t bring anything up immediately, but he worries about you and watches you intently. Sometimes you’ll catch him staring at you, and he flips out when you ask him what’s up. The only clue Mammon gathers is that you don’t seem to be angry with him, so what’s up? He’s used to his backwards advances working against him, but he’s making a genuine effort here!

He finally gets pent up in his frustration and asks you head-on. Mammon isn’t known for his tact - “Oi, why won’t you just let me take over once in a while? Cut yerself a break, MC!” - but there’s a certain...desperate tinge to his voice that makes you realize he really does care (and is driving himself crazy trying to figure things out on his own). When you DO finally tell him, he sort of deflates and his voice goes to that softer, more genuine tone.

“H-hey, I would never do that kind of thing to ya…” He starts shuffling in place, kicking at rocks (if there are any) and you realize he kinda looks like a kid. “You do so much for everyone, and it makes me feel real good inside. I just wanna make you feel that, too. Besides, we don’t need TWO cranky workaholics in the house. Lucifer is plenty.”

He knows one moment of honesty isn’t going to fix your entire way of thinking, but he goes right back to his blatant offers after that. Maybe if he desensitizes you to it, you’ll feel less weird about accepting his help! It doesn’t work, so he shifts to little things. Catch him running across classrooms as soon as you’re dismissed so he can grab your textbooks to carry for you off the desk before you can.

Once he realizes you’re more receptive to him helping you, he’s ready to breathe a sigh of relief and be annoying about it again. Generosity doesn’t come easy to him, okay? Besides, he’s The Great Mammon! You should’ve known he’d be better than any other guy you’ve been with!

Leviathan

Of COURSE you wouldn’t want someone like him to help you out. He’d probably mess it up, anyway…

Seriously, Leviathan is very sensitive to rejection, so the moment you politely decline any offers to help he backs up about a thousand miles and sulks when you’re not around. It’s hard for him to get out of his own head, and he’s so ready for you to just tell him what everybody else is thinking and how much he sucks…

It dawns on him, though, that you never gave up on him when he pushed you away. It’s totally not poggers sucky of him to just give up on you like that. You’re his henry! You’re his s/o! He’s totally ready to fight any boss for you!! …..after he levels up a little more.

Levi spends a TON of time looking up ways to talk to you, one-on-one. He isn’t good with emotions like this but he is capable of them and having deep, serious talks. It shouldn’t MATTER that his research material is a bunch of feel-good romance anime scenes that he based his most recent Top 10 OTPs of the season post on!

Surprisingly enough, he brings it up relatively smoothly one night when you’re chilling in his room and he’s playing some relaxing simulator. You’re complaining about the things you have to do in the morning, and when there’s a lull in your conversation Leviathan turns and tentatively asks, “Hey...why don’t you try letting me help you out?” He can feel your refusal before it comes so he hurriedly adds “Please! I just- you stress yourself out so much and what good am I if I can’t even help you at all?”

Is it his impassioned plea for you to let him in? Is it his willingness to obviously step out of his comfort zone? Have your walls just conveniently crumbled at this moment? Whatever it is, you don’t have it in you to reject him when he’s so open about wanting to help you (and the pain it’s caused him not to). Either way, you sigh and give him a few, small tasks that you think you both could manage him having and he swears to do them well!!

Truly opening up to him about the reason why you were so hesitant on letting him help takes a while, and he doesn’t exactly pick up on it himself. Once you do tell him, though, in your journey to help yourself let him in, he holds you a little tighter and mumbles that he’ll never do that to you. Levi knows better than anyone that words can only mean so much, but he’s grateful for the chance to prove it to you. He won’t let his Henry down!

Satan

Satan is perceptive, and he knows how to talk about emotions. He might even have suspicious about the root cause before you even think about letting him know what’s up. He’s already started doing a few things for you - carrying each other’s books, for example. Small acts of kindness to get the both of you through the day.

However, one thing Satan isn’t good with…..is dealing with emotions head-on.

He spends so much time keeping his own under lock and key! After doing his best to keep the most calm, analytical front he can, Satan tends to uh….forget about the emotional part of emotions.

So. When he asks why you won’t let him reciprocate in the relationship, attempting to display that he just wants the two of you to be on equal ground and he is worried about you, he sort of comes off...as cold. And like he’s accusing you of feeling a certain way. He definitely presents it as “I’ve noticed you feel x and i think y would be helpful for us to fix it” rather than “how are you feeling? What is causing you trouble? How can i offer assistance in a way that translates well to you?” And if that doesn’t bring back some memories…

He feels awful, and at the end of it all you’re crying (or presenting your stress and bad memories however you normally do) and he still doesn’t know how to fix things. Counterintuitively, he looks through his books for an answer, and it takes him a few days to realize that’s what got him into this mess.

So he goes to you directly and, albeit a little clumsily, apologizes and asks what he can do to help you through this. You say that’s just the problem - you don’t want his help - and he sits next to you and just asks why? The two of you wind up talking for hours, sitting next to each other and just...really talking. You aren’t the only one feeling vulnerable - Satan is talking about his emotions full-on rather than through a scientific lens and it makes him just as nervous as you are.

Satan doesn’t get into arguments with you. He runs from the possibility because he’s worried about what his wrath could do to you. But he promises you that he could never hold anything against you, especially something like asking him for help. It’s an honor that you let him this close, and he can only return the favor in kind. He hopes you have enough faith to believe in him until he has the opportunity to prove it beyond a doubt.

Asmodeus

Asmo does things for people without asking. He gives unsolicited makeup and relationship advice, he offers to touch-up any products you may have on, he lends you clothes just because he felt like he should…

The thing is, Asmo will start before you even have a chance to ask him to stop. He’ll start before you’re even wondering if you like him. And at first, you’re ok with it. Well, you’re not, but you can decide he’s just testing the waters or that this is some weird demon way to earn your friendship or tell you he considers you a friendly presence, like cats. But it still rubs you the wrong way.

However, Asmo always notices that you...aren’t receiving it the way he wants you to. He invites you out and leaves you an outfit on your bed, and you come out wearing something entirely different. He leaves you a bouquet of flowers, and suddenly the dining room has a new bouquet in the center of it. (and you always avoid his gaze during those dinners, which is totally weird.) It’s almost like you’ve recognized the face he makes when he’s about to touch up your makeup, because you pull out a pocket mirror and check yourself over before he even has a chance to!

Are you leading him on? He doesn’t think so, but you are quite literally the only person he can’t literally charm the pants off of, and he isn’t quite sure how to navigate the signals you’re giving him. You seem fine with the relationship - it felt pretty genuine to him, and you looked thrilled when he made the romantic moves on you - so what was going on?

He finally caves and asks when he’s going through your wardrobe, sifting through it with you on the bed to make room for a shopping spree the two of you had been planning, and sees all the outfits he’d bought you hanging, still in their outfit bags. Some of the bags even had DUST on them!

He turns around and puts on a gentle voice. Though Asmo doesn’t know what’s happening, he can feel the air in the room shift and he knows he’s encroaching on some sensitive territory. “Hey, do you not like when I give you gifts? I haven’t been able to understand what’s been bothering you, but I don’t want to make you uncomfortable…”

He does NOT like the way you turn your face away from him, but he sits a respectable distance away and keeps his hands in his lap. Asmo is as good at genuine advice as he is at gossip, so it isn’t hard for him to get you comfortable enough to open up to him. You don’t have to tell him everything at once - he’ll listen to whatever you’re willing to tell him, letting you lean against him when you’re ready.

Asmo is known for being petty, but you bring out sides of him nobody knew were there. He’ll swear up and down that he’d never turn your good heart against you - after all, it’s one of the many things he loves about you - but he does understand where you’d get that impression. If you’ll let him prove it to you, he will - and he’ll start by only pestering you to let him buy one outfit for you on that shopping spree!

Beelzebub

Listen. Beel is a generous soul (for a demon) ((to those he really loves)). He just doesn’t ever really find himself in possession of anything worth sharing. Really, the only thing he is ever in the possession of is food. When he isn’t at his sports practice, working out or studying, he’s eating, and he’ll gladly share his food with you.

Oh? You don’t want it? He gives you a confused look - he’d ask if you were feeling well if he hadn’t eaten lunch with you just an hour before - but shrugs, his growling stomach winning over his concern. It’s not like you’re skipping meals, anyway. It isn’t until you get hurt helping him work out and refuse to let him pick you up to carry you to medical attention that he gets VERY concerned.

He feels awful enough as is. It was his fault you were even there - he just wanted to add more weight to his workout. (And, he won’t admit it, the idea of using a bench you were sitting on to lift over his head may have been a bit overkill. But he saw that little spark that said ‘that isn’t possible but man i wish it was’ when you saw it happen in that show and mmmmmmaybe he wanted to impress you. How was he supposed to know Mammon had broken it and left it there?) He could practically feel the pain in your ankle from the sound it made, and you were clutching desperately to your shin, wanting to press on the wound but knowing it was a bad idea. MC, there’s no way you can walk on that, why aren’t you letting him help?

The guilty puppy face he’s giving you is making the whole situation worse. It’s taking everything you can not to snap on, from the overwhelming pain in your ankle to the negative thoughts racing in your head to the knowledge that you’ll have to give in eventually. Finally, you face him head on and decide to just rip the band-aid off. “I don’t have the best experience with letting people do things for me. If you’re expecting to use this against me, I’m going to be out of commission for a while, so remember that.”

He is. So confused. Are you really mad at him? What are you talking about? It’s not that he’s stupid - because really, he isn’t - this just kinda came at him from left field and he does not know what to do about.

“What? I’m worried about you, MC, and there’s no way you can walk on your ankle. Come on, please let me take you to get help. I won’t mention it ever again if that’s what will make you happy.”

So maybe it takes a while to get to the nearest infirmary, and maybe he’s going extra slow so as not to jostle our injury, and maybe in the meantime he’s being so contemplative and quiet that you have a heart-to-heart. Beel’s too genuine not to trust him when he swears he’d NEVER use your kindness against you, but he understands it’ll take a while to show you.

Belphegor

So. Um. This is awkward.

Belphie is a smartass, and he’s the youngest and used to getting his way. He’s definitely the type to dig his heels in and fight dirty in an argument, just because he’s used to winning. He’s also sadistic and has plotted with you to use his brothers’ weaknesses against them for fun. So he gets it. He totally gets why you would think he’d do it. Honestly, that’s basically what he did to free himself from the attic, only with more violence involved. He gets it.

Since Belphegor hasn’t exactly been the nicest to you in the past, he isn’t about to make you pity him with words like “yeah, of course you wouldn’t trust me after what I did to you…” First of all, on the off chance that it’s completely unrelated, he doesn’t want to put that idea in your head and give you a resentment you never had, but also he’s getting a hang of this redemption thing. Yes, on an average day he’s still a bratty, selfish little shit, but he does show you how sorry he is for using you and hurting you. It shows in the way he checks up on you in situations he knows you’re uncomfortable in, in the way he cares for you in that gentle way that’s so subtle you wonder if he’s even actively doing anything. (He is - offering you the best spot in a blanket nest, suggesting your favorite meals when the brother on dinner duty needs ideas, little things - and you both know it.) But how does he repent for something he doesn’t even know if he’s doing?

The way you stop cold when you peek in the kitchen and see him (and Beel) cooking the dinner you just complained about wanting hurts. The two of you have a stare-off for a moment, and Beel gets the message to slide out of the room. Belphegor clears his throat.

“What do you want?” You ask with narrowed eyes. Ouch, way to be a Lucifer. He instead says, “Nothing. I just wanted to do something nice for you.” “And you don’t want anything in return?” “Have I given off the impression that I would?”

You sigh and step into the kitchen to wash your hands, asking if he needs help since Beel left. He grabs your wrist. “You’re welcome to keep me company, but I want to do this for you.”

He doesn’t like you looking at him distrustfully, but is relieved you sit at the counter instead of leaving. He wants to ask you what’s up, but something is stopping him - he ignores that what’s stopping him is fear that you’ll have another thing to add onto the list of the unforgivable sins he’s committed. If you feel like telling him, he’ll listen - but until then, he’ll go back to quietly trying to prove his worth to you, hoping one day you’ll see that it’s genuine and let him give you all the good things you deserve.

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