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seongminiz · 3 months

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hello my luv!! ngl i was laughing my ass off when i found out seongmin had beat taeyoung’s horse cock allegations😭😭 but like picture this.. you’re taeyoung’s best friend who came along that exact video and decided to tease him over it when he came for movie night.

“better shut your mouth before i shove it in to shut it for you”

also would it be alright if i could become 🫙 anon? much love to youu🤍🤍🤍

(not me turning this into a whole ass fic help)(n ofc u can be 🫙 anon !!)

review : ★★☆☆☆ , not that big tbh

minors dni ; ~1.7k words

warnings not proof read its like 3am i'll fix this in the morning , dom taeyoung , bratty reader , rlly lighthearted unserious n kinda fluffy , oral (m rec) , unprotected sex :3 (its not a jo seongminiz fic without it tbh) , creampie , big dick taeyoung :') , bulge kink n a little of size kink ig ? idk taeyoung refers to reader as tiny in one instance , liiittle bit of dumbification , i used the words cock n dick so much in this they dont even feel like real words anymore send help , some of the dialog is kinda cringe sawrry abt that , the whole smut part is cringe tbh im going to set myself on fire how am i a smut writer that doesn't know how to write smut

note no bc the way they were talking abt cock n balls on national television like CAN WE HAVE SOME DECORUM PLS anyways ! THE WRITERS BLOCK HAS BEEN CURED Y'ALL cant believe it took taeyoung having a small dick to fix this i love ur brain anon bc like .. YES . i can picture this so well . n i am NAWT letting the taeyoung monster cock agenda go no matter what seongmin says ik hes lyingggg

deep down u know what seongmin said was nothing more than a joke with barely any truth to it. it's not like you're unfamiliar with taeyoung's size, having your fair experience of accidentally rubbing ur ass against him while you were cuddling one too many times and causing some awfully awkward accidents because of it.

still, teasing taeyoung is wayyy more fun than acknowledging any of that. and for once, actually grinding down on him to get a reaction while you're cuddled up on your couch, watching a shitty movie you picked randomly, is fun too.

you can clearly feel taeyoung's bulge growing, just as you can feel him trying to move behind you to make it a little better (and ultimately making it worse each time), and you can hear the way his breath gets heavier by the minute, trying to stifle a few whines here and there you want to hear more of so badly.

when you 'innocently' grind against him once more under the pretense of stretching, taeyoung's last weak bit of restraint is gone. he groans, a hand firmly gripping your hips to hold you in place and finally stop your cruel shenanigans.

'can you stop that?' taeyoung asks, voice strained. 'stop what?' you look behind you and up at him, eyes wide in the fakest innocent expression you can come up with.

'you know what i'm talking about, you're...' he sits up, finally freeing himself from the close contact with you and quickly grabbing a pillow to hide his boner. you smirk to yourself, shaking your head as you sit up too. 'you're making me hard...' he finally says, lowering his voice so you can barely hear him over the movie playing.

'oh!' your expressions shifts to one of even faker concern, pouting a little. 'sorry about that. i didn't really feel anything, though, that's why i didn't notice...' you both know your explanation is bullshit. taeyoung knows that, he's sure of it even as you whisper something along the lines of 'i guess seongmin was right about it not being that big.'

still, he somehow finds himself trying to desperately defend his pride, barely managing to stutter out something about seongmin being a liar and how you both know you're just playing along with that whole bit for shits and giggles.

'am i?' you tilt your head to the side, keeping up your act as well as you can until the inevitable happens. 'you know, i've never really seen it, so how would i know? i guess until i do, i'll just have to trust seongmin on his word...'

for the first time that night, taeyoung actually laughs. 'if you wanted to see my dick that bad, you should've just asked,' he moves the pillow away, and you can finally shamelessly stare at his very obvious bulge as much as you want. taeyoung takes his sweet time with it , undoing the strings of his sweatpants and hooking his thumbs in the waistband before looking up at you, taking in your shocked expression and the way you're basically hypnotized by the sight of his still clothed cock.

because holy shit. you knew seongmin was just messing with him when he made that joke, you knew he was somewhat big, but this?

'this is a fucking monster cock what the fuck?'

the words leave your mouth before you can properly process them and, at the same time, with a quick motion taeyoung gets rid of both his sweatpants and boxers at once, finally snapping you out of your dick-induced trance.

just to have you plummet into an even worse one, probably. because not only is taeyoung's dick enormous, it also looks pretty as fuck.

'told you so,' he simply says, one of his hands gently lifting your chin so you can face him, his demeanor suddenly more serious. 'you're still okay with this, right?'

'of course,' you manage to say, breaking the heavy eye contact for a split second to steal yet another glance at taeyoung's dick. despite your voice shaking, and your actions not matching your words, you try to once again keep up that same act that brought you exactly where you are right now. 'plus, i was right, it's not even that big.'

'oh, really?' taeyoung's hand leaves your face and slides down to your shoulder, a silent command you follow with no objections, sliding off the couch and to your knees on the cold floor beneath you, right between his legs.

and face to face with his cock.

'let's hope it's at least big enough to shut you up, then,' taeyoung runs his hand through your hair, firmly gripping it 'maybe you'll be able to put your moth to good use for once.'

at that moment, you genuinely wish taeyoung was smaller. because no matter how hard you try, you can't seem to be able to take all of him in your mouth, using your hand to cover the part you can't reach.

truth is, taeyoung isn't as relaxed as he would want to be either. the simple fact you can't take all of him is enough to rile him up even more, fighting the urge to just take charge and fuck your mouth like he really wants to.

'so much for it not being that big, huh?' his words come out weak, broken by small moans and whimpers in between them.

of course you don't- you can't reply to taeyoung's taunts, at least verbally, so you opt for trying to take him deeper. the action makes you gag, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. taeyoung almost cums right then and there, his resolve slowly crumbling and breaking down as he pulls you off of him.

after all, he has greater plans than just cumming down your throat. and if the way you whimper and rub your thighs together once he leaves your mouth empty is anything to go by, you do too.

taeyoung gently helps you up and back on the couch. his lips are immediately on yours, pulling you into a heated makeout as he gets rid of your shorts and underwear, sliding one hand between your legs to be met with your soaked cunt. you whine into the kiss, pulling away from him and grabbing on his wrist.

'don't tease me,' you complain. taeyoung wants to laugh at you. after all you've done and said, you are the one who doesn't want to be teased? if that's what you want, though...

'right, you said it's not that big anyways, you should be able to take it right away, no?'

what taeyoung didn't expect you to do was actually agree. you desperately nod, hand still wrapped around his wrist 'i can take it, please.'

or maybe you can't, but at this moment you'd rather die impaled on your best friend's cock than admit you were wrong, even when all the evidence - especially your own lived one - points to your defeat.

you definitely can't.

that's what you realize as taeyoung starts to push the head of his cock inside you and your eyes immediately fill with tears.

'fuck... you're so-'

'i'm not the problem here, you're just fucking big.' you cut him off. your head is spinning and, despite the pain, you can't deny how good you actually feel. how full you are, even as you look down and realize he's barely halfway inside of you.

you close your eyes, squeezing taeyoungs's hand. when did you even start holding it? you don't remember, probably somewhere between when you yelled at him to 'fucking slow down' and when you threatened to 'cut your dick off if you dare to cum before you're all the way in'.

luckily for taeyoung, your threats will have to wait and his cock - a national treasure at this point - will live to see another day.

now that he's fully buried inside your cunt, you can finally adjust to his size, slowly relaxing until it doesn't hurt (that much) anymore. 'you can move,' you say after a while, your hips bucking up in encouragement as taeyoungs's grip on your sides tightens.

'fucking finally, i thought i was going to die before i got to properly fuck you,' his joke and your laugh to it are short lived, cut off by the both of you moaning in unison as he starts picking up his pace.

you're so overwhelmed, you can feel taeyoung everywhere inside you, so deep you're pretty sure you should be dead at this point. you're grateful you're not, though, you're pretty sure if you were you wouldn't be able to feel the way the tip of his cock relentlessly bullies your sweet spot, paired with his fingers right on your clit and...

'fuck look at this,' you whine when the stimulation on your clit subsides, but your disappointment doesn't last long, taeyoung places that same hand on your lower stomach, pressing on the very evident bulge formed by taeyoungs's cock ramming inside you.

'but it's not that big right? fuck... maybe you're right, i might not be that big, maybe you're just too tiny for me.'

you moan at taeyoung's words, too far gone to properly process them as you mindlessly nod. 'aw, did i fuck you too dumb? can't think properly when i'm fucking you this good?' he coos at you, and you can't do anything but nod again.

'so full... going to cum,' you can barely speak before you're clenching down even more on his cock, cumming with no further warning.

if taeyoung wasn't about to cum before, he definitely is now, his hips picking up the pace even more as he helps you ride through your high and starts to overstimulate you chasing his own.

his dick twitches inside of you, and you swear you couldn't almost cum again just from that, as his hips stutter and finally slow down, his cum filling you up.

you're both panting, trying to recover from probably the most mind blowing highs of your life.

when you make eye contact with taeyoung, he starts laughing again.

'what?' you ask.

'so? did i change your mind?'

you shrug, suppressing your own laugh 'eh, not really... it wasn't that big to be honest'

:3 thats it bye omg shitty ending everybody say thank u jo seongminiz

#🍰 seongminiz !#🧇 crvt !#💭 . 🫙 anon !#cravity hard hours #cravity smut #taeyoung smut #taeyoung hard hours

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jjtheclown555 · 11 months

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keep in mind this is based on my practices and im using practices that many pagan, wiccan, and spiritual people do!! also ik goo is ooc at the end, im sorry but its 4am and i want soft love rn so thats what im writing😭also yes its low quality, i only spent like an hour and a half actually working on it...anyways off to bed i go bc i have an exam tmrw at 9:30am so idk why im still awake, god help me and tell my to stop typing

Goo with a spiritual girl

One of the first times you met Goo he asked about your necklace. The blue circular eye hanging off the black string. He said he had seen them before and questioned it.

"It's an evil eye, for spiritual protection." You explain. He only looks more confused though.

He hums and asks how it protects anything. "If someone comes to attack you, how does a necklace protect you?" He asks.

You chuckle, "Like I said, it's for spiritual protection." You elaborate on your original point, clarifying. "Let's say someone is jealous of you-"

"Who wouldn't be jealous of me?" He interrupts, his grin widening as you let out a sarcastic laugh.

"Hush," you say. "All the people that are most definitely jealous of you send you negative energy. The evil eye returns a look, sending that energy back to them so it can't affect your life." You continue, "Many people in turn believe that when your evil eye is lost or breaks, it means that it's done its service in protecting you, but it has absorbed too much negativity and you need to replace it to regain your protection."

He listens carefully as you explain all the ins and outs of its purpose, both in your beliefs and the beliefs of others. Goo doesn't understand much of your rambles, but it's nice to see you blather on.

His next questions happened when you had been dating awhile and moved in with him. As he watched you litter his penthouse with incense holders, crystals, and plants, he got curious again.

"Is this all for spiritual protection too?" He asks, his tone mocking on the words 'spiritual protection.' You just roll your eyes and ignore him. "C'mon, tell me!" He pleads, holding your hands between his with an exaggerated pleading face.

All you can do is sigh and explain the purpose of each thing. You tell him that each crystal has a different metaphysical effect—which he cuts off, asking if he could sell some for a pretty penny—and each type of incense can have different benefits as well.

"And the plants?" He tilts his head. "Are those spiritual or do you just like plants?"

"Both." You say, potting a fern. "I like plants but I also like having pieces of nature around me all the time."

He kisses the top of your head and holds your waist from behind. "That is adorable, princess." He sways you from side to side, asking to hear more just to watch your excited rambling (and maybe gain a little more ammo to tease you with later.)

Goo sneaks up on you while you shuffle your cards, surprising you with a soft kiss against your collar. You drop the cards, watching them scatter across the coffee table.

"Whoops!" He says, watching you pick them up. "I would help but I don't need another, 'Don't touch my witchy shit,' lecture."

You look back at him as you even out your cards. "Be respectful," you start. "And that's just my crystals and such because even unintentionally they will absorb any negativity." You place the cards onto the table with care. "What can I do for you, Goo?"

He sits next to you on the couch, eyes sparkling so much they could blind you. "I want you to give me a reading!" He says. It's less of a request and more of a command, something you hardly have time for.

You ruffle his hair affectionately to contradict you words. "I thought it was, 'witchy shit,' was it not?" He halfheartedly apologizes—not that any sense of regret was really in it. While teasing, you do enjoy seeing him take an interest in your practices. "What is your question, hun?"

He thinks, "Can I have two?" You nod. "The first one is, how will my financials be in the future? Will I be rolling in an even bigger pile of cash? I know the answer, but some confirmation would be nice."

You do the reading and it proves his point, each card describing a more luscious life than the last. So, you ask for his next question, the teensiest bit disappointed that you couldn't put him in his place just for a moment.

"What will our relationship be like a year from now?"

You look up a little shocked. It's not that you didn't know Goo loved you. It was a fact difficult to miss. But seeing him question it through your beliefs, through what matters to you instead of turning the reading into a joke, it made you soft.

You smiles a bit and reshuffle the cards, knocking on the deck three times before shuffling again and waiting as cards drop.

The first is the two of cups. The lord of love. He notices it written on the bottom and his manic smiles turns softer, seeing a small piece of happiness. Then the wheel of fortune. Lord of the forces of life. He presumes it's positive since it's upright, he's seen you do this enough times to know upright cards tended to be a good thing. The final card to appear is the lovers. He doesn't need to look at the bottom to know what that means.

You go on your spiel. Goo doesn't believe in this stuff. He doesn't think cards can tell the future. He doesn't think crystals can protect you, heal you, or attract good things. He doesn't think incense protects your home. But this. This he believes in.

He listens intently as you talk about the close bond you'll have thanks to the two of cups. He wonders what changes will come in the year from the wheel of fortune. And he believes each word about the intense spiritual bond you'll have from the lovers.

When you finish your explanation, he holds on tightly to you, not a worry in the world as he takes a moment to understand why you believe in this. He may not, but he can still see the beauty in your beliefs.

It's the moment he finally understands you. Where his teasing and joking becomes less genuine.

When he finds beauty in your view of love.

You lie back in bed, taking deep breaths in and out, focusing solely on calming each bone in your body. You reach your peace, continuing to focus and reach deeper into your mind when something large bounces on the bed, startling you out of your calmed state. Turning to look, you see Goo, smiling as per usual at your grumpy face and enjoying the way your lips form a pout at him.

He pulls you towards him, "You meditate every night and I just wanna cuddle and sleep!" He groans. You can feel the water on his bare chest from his shower just moments before. You shove him away and sit up, closing your eyes and attempting to regain your meditative state but he pulls you back. "It's late, princess! Let's sleep!"

When your head hits the pillow and you feel his arms envelope you completely, you almost instantly feel your eyes begin to get drowsy. "Fine." You mumble at him, easy into a more comfortable position. "But you're meditating with me tomorrow."

He promises he will, drifting into dreamworld without much thought and you already know he won't make due on his promise. Not that you care. Him holding you is soothing enough to make up for a lifetime of missed meditations.

It's finally that time of year. The eve of the summer solstice. You ask him if he wants to stay up with you and he agrees so you drag him to the nearest beach to sit together and watch the sunrise. You had packed everything you would need to stay out all night.

The day speeds by when you are both together. He watches you lay out offerings and enjoys the food you had spent all day making the day prior.

You both talk the whole day through. Some of it is jokes from Goo with heartwarming laughter that you return, some is discussion of what the solstice is and what it means and why you celebrate it, but most of it is meaningless banter that seems to come most often when it's just you both in each others presence.

By the end of the day though, you are completely exhausted as you lay in the sand of the beach once more. Goo doesn't allow it though. "You said this was the best part of the day, so up! I'll light the fire, c'mon, Y/N!" He takes the matchbox and lights the bonfire. Pocketing it, he reaches his hands out as you come closer so he can pull you in and begin dancing together.

"This is nice..." You say while he twirls you around. He agrees, keeping you on your feet until the sun has fully set behind you, pink and orange hues disappearing as darkness falls over you both.

Goo leans in for a kiss. It's different than most. It's soft, gentle even. He doesn't say much after, presumably tired out from the day you spent out with no sleep whatsoever. Only a few words come out while he drapes his arm over your shoulder and walks with you back to the car. "We can do this next year too." He says before his signature grin pulls his cheeks up—more genuine than most of his smiles—and a chuckle escapes him. "The cards said so."

#im just in a tired silly mood where i just want love #lookism #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #lookism manhwa #goo kim #goo kim x reader #goo x reader #goo kim lookism #kim joongoo x reader #kim joongoo

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moonrisecoeur · 6 months

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i have been. debating sending this bc i know i am cringe. op i am so sorry feel free to ignore and delete bc this is just actual pure filth lmfaooo

op i literally think about pegging leon 24/7 its a full time JOB inside my brain i need to peg that man so fucking Bad its not even funny. i know hes so fucking Noisy. i wanna make him beg for my strap, i wanna fucking edge him until hes begging and crying to be fucking ruined. i wanna pretty him up, put eyeliner on him so i can make it run down his face from fucking him so hard. i wanna mark up his neck and pull his hair while i pulverize him. i wanna tell him hes taking it so well and how hes such a good boy, how pretty he looks bent over for me while i fuck his cute ass. i want him to hug me while i praise him bc hes so overwhelmed. tell him how hot it is hearing him moan and whine, encourage him to make as much noise as he wants, itd be cute to watch him try to not pillow bite because hes trying sooo hard to do what you want like a good boy. i want him to be borderline Incomprehensible, voice shaking and cracking as he tells me how much he loves me, how much he loves the way i make him feel. i wanna make him cum untouched. i wanna overstimulate him. i wanna grope his fat tits and milk his dick. i wanna make him watch himself getting fucked. put him in a collar, lingerie, fuck anything-hed be gorgeous no matter what he wears. shower him in kisses and affection and make him feel the most loved he has in his entire LIFE while short circuiting his brain n marking him with bites and bruises for everyone to see.

re2 leon is my fave man he has my heart and god id love to just take care of him. after a long shift i wanna slam him against the door and fuck him while hes still in uniform. make him feel so good. such a whiny cutie. cuff him up and bite his freckles while i fuck him late into the night, clean him up and cuddle him after, make him breakfast in the morning n give him kisses.

re4/re6/older leon is a subby bitch too. just as god damn fine and id do oh so horrific things to him. hed love it so much, not having to think, make decisions, take charge. just let me whatever i want to him. hed get off so hard being under you and told how fucking good, pretty, perfect he is. he needs your approval so fucking bad-its all that poor man wants, god he needs it so BAD. he needs to feel safe and loved and wanted, like this is Critical. id make SURE i fuck him so good he cant even think about his insecurities or problems. and dear fucking lord do not get me started on that slutty waist and button down of his in re6. he's keeping the gloves on while i press his hands into the mattress and bite his arms.

its so fucking funny bc i hc leon as a switch BUT GODDDDD SUBBY LEON MAKES ME FUCKING FOAM AT THE MOUTH LIKE A RABID, FERAL ANIMAL

its not a want it is a NEED

I NEED THIS MAN UNDER ME I NEED TO REARRANGE HIS GUTS !!!!!!!!!!!!

guhhh last anon again but now i really cant stop thinkin about sub leon. legit i have so much more to say i just love him so much. theres so much. More. i wanna say but lord. im trying so hard to be normal man 😭😭

first off. hi. hope u had a yummy thanksgiving if u celebrate it and if not i also hope ur having a good day !!

ALSO WTF WHY WOULD I DELETE THIS i literally woke up this morning and checked my tumblr notifs as one does and i literally see this behemoth of an ask and im reading through and im literally screaming bc why is this my internal monologue. like. did u get inside my head or something??? did u steal this from my brain bc i literally think about this approximately 1000 times a day.

i’ll literally be at work and my thoughts be like ughhh i wanna hurt him and make him cry but also want to love him and take care of him but also want to fuck him so so slow and deep i can feel it moving around if i put on hand on his abdomen and then i just spiral and then i remember im making a fuckin caramel macchiato or something >.<

so!! in spirit of our delusion i’m planning to write smthin for u based off of this vibe!! just give me a lil bit 👉👈

BUT TELL ME EVERYTHING TELL ME ALL UR THOUGHTS I WANT TO HEAR THEM ALL I WANT TO KNOWWWW ‘i have so much more to say’ okay prove it. tell me everything

#upcoming finals are kicking my ass so i’m slowing down for the next two weeks #of course still posting just not as frequently #obvi still answering asks tho bc i love u guys #anon

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grippingbeskar · 2 years

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salt, ice and fire | frank castle

chapter eleven - eye for an eye

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frank castle x fem!reader

word count: 4.0k

warnings: canon typical violence, swearing, mentions of death, blood, injuries, bruises/hickeys, a lil bit of SEXUAL TENSION AND SHIIII whaaaaa omfg!!!!

a/n: this is probably the least amount of plot i have put in a chapter thus far, but i hope you forgive me. pray with me!!!!! i’m writing this series so fast bc every new chapter im like ‘okay no THIS is my favourite one. no this.’ wnhdhshfhdh.

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“So, you cook too?” Walking over to the kitchen counter, you can’t ignore the smell of whatever he’s making any longer.

“Sometimes.”

“Someone had you well trained.” As soon as the words come out, you regret them. To his credit, he only stops for about a second, and then keeps cooking. Trust you to put your foot in your mouth, especially about that. “Sorry, I-“

“You’re good. She was an amazing cook. This is… nothin’.” Your heart swells at the small piece of himself and his past life he shares with you, maybe spurred on by your own confession not that long ago. Letting the silence hang around the both of you, you lean over the pot, trying to see inside, and when he turns you grab a spoon and scoop some of the contents out. “Hey.”

“Oh, this is actually good!” You say with a mouth full of whatever he was making, and he snatches the spoon out of your mouth and chucks it in the sink.

“Don’t sound so surprised.”

“What is it?” He doesn’t answer - no, he does, you just have no idea what the words he uses mean. Whatever it is, you have never heard of it before. Clearly, you look as confused as you feel.

“Rice. Meat. Other stuff.”

“Other stuff?”

“You said it tasted good. You’ll eat it.” A bowl full of food appears in front of you. It’s steaming hot, and smells so good your mouth starts watering immediately. Leaning forward on your forearm, you swirl the food around in the bowl, letting the steam hit you straight in the face.

The last time you had a meal cooked specifically for you was 12 years ago. Your dad had made it, trying to smooth things over with your mother who was still worrying about the threats he received at his work. She was right to worry, but your dad just wanted to see her smile. You can remember that last night so clear.

You don’t hesitate any longer, practically shovelling it into your mouth. You don’t think you’ve ever tasted something quite like it, although it might be the fact that all your meals have been half frozen and you don’t have anything to compare it to. Either way, it was fucking incredible, and whatever noise you make has Frank looking up over his own bowl, eyes wide, staring right at you.

“Good?” Nodding enthusiastically, he laughs and continues to watch your movements over his food. You can feel his eyes on you, it’s almost like a sixth sense now. You can always tell when he’s looking at you, it has a weight of its own, like his gaze is something to be earnt, to be deserved.

“So fucking good.” You take a final scoop from your bowl, and the fork clatters against the metal. You see Frank swallow, and finally his eyes drop down, shifting his weight to the other foot. “Where’d you learn all this stuff from?”

“To cook?”

“Cooking, knife throwing, all the fun stuff.” He takes your bowl and chucks both of them in the sink, turning back to face you. He leans on his forearms over the counter, and you would only be about half a meter apart.

“Marines for both.”

“You learnt how to cook from being a Marine?”

“Learnt to be resourceful. You don’t get a lot of supplies, and eating the same shit every day will kill you. Eventually you gotta try something new. All the guys would combine the rations every week, see what we could make with it.”

“They teach you to throw knives, too?”

“They teach you to throw anything with a point.” Frank turns around, and you think that’s where you get the nerve to ask your next question.

“Did they teach you how you taught me?” You see his hands grip the edge of the sink he was facing. What was too far between you now? Where was he going to draw the line? Technically, you kissed him. First, as least.

“What are you trying to say?” His voice was low, careful; like he didn’t know the answer either.

“Well, maybe if the marines taught you to kiss, you’d be a bit better at it.” There’s a second of nothing. Maybe this whole thing will implode on you. Everything else was - your plan of freedom, now relying on the cops and an agent you met a day ago, your plan to get your brother out, resting on the fact that the Colonel or the Gnucci’s haven’t killed him already. It would make sense that this very fragile situation would come crashing down, the final pin in the coffin, would be fitting.

You thought you’d be able to deal with it - having those half parts of him, not knowing where you stand, but within an hour your breaking your own rules, and-

Then he laughs.

His shoulders relax - his entire posture slumps a little, no longer tight and straight, and he laughs. His grip on the sink releases and he turns around.

“You’ve got to be kidding me right now.”

“What!? I’ve had a slap in the face more satisfying than that.” It was a lie. A deadly, blue faced lie. Even though it was hardly a sliver of what you wanted to do to him, the slight brush of your lips even just for a few seconds was enough to send you into orbit. It was unsatisfying only in the way it had you begging for more.

You wouldn’t tell him that though.

“That right?”

“That is right.” You can’t tell if Frank is about to kiss you again, or punch you in the face, but he can’t do either with the table in between you. He has the same thought. “Big bad Punisher, but can’t even kiss a girl right.”

“That’s what you think?” You feel like prey; he’s stalking around the counter, one of his giant hands fisted at his side. His eyes were on you, searching for resistance. Confusion. Anything that would tell him to stop. You turn on your chair so he’d be able to reach you, and he takes it as a sign. He wasn’t going to be tentative this time, if only to shut you up.

“That’s what I think.” He’s finally standing in front of you, his breathing controlled in comparison to your own short, sharp intakes. He takes another step, nearly slotting himself in between your open legs, that aren’t being held together by anything now that you have spun on the bar stool, back digging into the counter. “What are you gonna do about it, Castle?”

“Your bitin’ off a whole lot more than you can chew, sweetheart.” There it is. God, if anyone else said it you’d probably find it grating, but him. His voice was so low it vibrated through your chest when he spoke, and your mouth was going dry like that time you saw him shirtless. Still, he was being drawn in by this confidence act, and you had to keep it up, lure him in just a little closer.

“I don’t know about that. I’m pretty sure I can handle it, by the looks of things.” Looming over your head, his thighs came between your legs, forcing them open to accomodate his width. He was so big. It made even someone with your abilities feel smaller. He leant forward, one of his hands going past you, fingertips brushing your side, and it landed on the edge of the counter. Your eyes followed it, and that’s when you saw the marks.

Four, small indents on his forearm. They were starting to heal over, but they were still a bit raw. Small, but there. There was a slightly larger one on the other side of his arm, and the marks perfectly matched up with your hand. You did that to him, last night, when he was sewing you up. Your fingers lightly traced over the marks, lining them up with your now blunt hands.

“From last night?” He nodded, face inches from your own. If you looked up, your noses would touch. “Sorry.”

“T’s alright. I got your head pretty good last time. Call it even.” You knew he was talking about the scar on your temple, the one he seems fixated on. It’s one of your favourites.

“I broke your arm, too.” You can see another scar, from where your thumb broke his skin snapping the bone. Lightly, you slide the pad of your thumb over it, and his breath hitches just once. You smirk. The mask cracks, just slightly. “So, not even.”

“So I’ve still got a mark left?” You nod, and leave your hand wrapped around his forearm when you look up. You were right - your noses touch. “I think I know how I wanna use it.”

His free hand holds your face, and he pulls you to him. As soon as your lips touch, you feel everything else disappear.

There was nothing withholding in this kiss.

His hand snakes back into your hair, tangling the strands as he kisses you, hard. His lips are almost bruising with how close you are, but you are pushing back into him just as hard, not giving him an inch of doubt. All those cliche sparks flying moments you watched in movies as a kid doesn’t even do it justice. It’s more like your insides turn molten, everything hot and crackling.

The arm next to you hooks behind and you arch into him, your chest pressing onto his. He swipes his tongue on your bottom lip, a desperate question, and when you open your mouth for him, he nips at the skin before tasting every part you give him. You think you moan his name, or something that sounds close enough, because he steps into you one final time, and you feel the seam of his jeans against your core.

You roll your hips, driving on pure instinct, and suddenly you’re in the air. Frank drops his hand from your face to hold you up, and the arm around your back goes to your neck, holding you in place. He was kissing you unlike anyone had ever kissed you - like he was proving something. You moaned into his mouth, and he broke apart, keeping his forehead pressed to yours.

“You’re drivin’ me fuckin’ crazy.” His words are slurred, and before you can formulate any semblance of a reply he’s on you again, teeth and tongue and lips a complete whirlwind of liquid gold all over your skin.

He was walking you backwards, towards the room with the bed, and the butterflies in your stomach were flipping in circles. He dragged your bottom lip between his teeth, opening his eyes to get a look at you before kissing you again, and you heard his shins hit the frame of the bed.

If he laid you down right here, you don’t think anything would stop you from tearing his clothes off and fucking him until neither of you could breathe. The hand underneath you was grabbing your ass, encouraging each roll of your hips as you felt him harden underneath you. His lips leave you again, and he nudges your head back with his nose. You let him move you, and he begins hungrily kissing and biting his way down your neck.

It was making you squirm. The way his lips switched from soft and sweet to hard, letting his teeth nip ever so slightly making you yelp, then smoothing it over with his tongue in apology, making you moan. Your head dropped forward onto his shoulder, and you were still in his arms, standing at the end of the bed.

“Fuck, Frank.” You hear him groan, and feel it against your skin. You know exactly what he’s doing - leaving a mark like you told him he could. It makes you feel hotter, and your body shudders under the attention. He finally starts to come back up, kissing under your jaw, then your cheekbone, then kissing the scar on your temple, and eventually landing home at your lips again.

This time he kisses you slower - still hard and sure, but slow. Sweet, almost, a word you don’t usually use to describe the hardened vigilante. There wasn’t a part of you that wasn’t against him, and with the jeans he was wearing, they weren’t hiding any of your effect on him. He pulled away with a groan as you rolled your hips again.

“We…” He says, his hot breath kissing your cheek. His voice is strained, like how he talks in the morning. It makes you move against him again. “We can stop, if you...”

It’s a question as much as an answer. He’s giving you an out, but he’s also asking himself. Does he need to wait? Sure - it had been a long time since you had done anything like this with anyone, and even then you were extremely…inexperienced, for all your bravado. He had a wife.

A wave of guilt came over you. A wife. You could feel the wedding ring, burning a whole in your chest that was pressed against him. Maybe he couldn’t… or didn’t. Just plain didn’t. You stopped moving.

“We can.” You were still out of breath, replaying the last few minutes in your head. You had a feeling they would be making recent visits in your brain. You’d be lucky if you could ever think of anyone else.

Both of you seem to be waiting for the other. He was still holding you, one strong hand splayed on your back, holding you close, the other holding you up, on your ass. You swallowed, unsure of who should break the silence.

Neither of you do, and he doesn’t seem to be able to hold himself back from kissing you again. Spinning around, his lips stayed on you as he laid you back onto the bed, crawling up your body until you were propped up by the pillows. His hips held you to the mattress, pinning you down with the most incredible pressure, and you were almost positive you were seeing stars.

Hands roamed free, one of yours scraping through his scalp, through the short strands of hair that were growing longer the more time he spent with you. There was now enough to grab a small handful, and you did, earning another low groan into your mouth, and another buck of his hips. Every time he moved he was pushing himself right against your centre, and you were almost positive if he kept going, you would finish right here, just at the pressure of him being on top of you.

“Frank.” You practically whine, and he stops, hovering his mouth just over yours. You thought it came out more as a moan, but there must have been more question in it, because he pulls back.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” With those eyes looking up at you, and that god damned nickname, you could have melted right there. He pulled his body off you a little more, and you start to think about what your doing. What this would mean, where you are, who you are and why the hell this would happen to you of all people.

“We- you don’t have to. I dont want you to think that…”He pushes up on his forearms, and the chain of the ring that hangs around his neck slips out just slightly. You want to tell him so much - that you don’t deserve this light headed feeling he’s pulled from you, but if it’s something that he wants you would give it all to him. You want to tell him that as much as you might not get a happy ending, he deserves one, and he shouldn’t throw that chance away with you. You want to tell him how you…feel. As lame as it sounds. You want him to know what your thinking, even if you can’t sort it out for yourself.

You take too long, though, and he’s pushing off you, leaning back onto his knees. Whatever words you were going to say are lost.

He was still looking at you, his chest beginning to return to a normal breathing rate as he slumps down next to you, bed groaning under the sudden weight.

“Think we’re um-“ He starts, and you hear his head turn on the pillow, looking at you. “Think we’re even now.”

“What?”

His hand comes up from his side, the rough pads of his fingers gently brushing over the sensitive spot just under your jaw. You almost flinch at the contact, and you know exactly what was there.

“Ah. Felt better than a broken arm, I bet.” You say, struggling to swallow as his fingers remain on your throat, tracing aimless lines on your skin. “I’m sorry, I just didn’t-“

“Don’t. Don’t apologise. Never for that.” A single nod manages to move your head, and you turn on your side to face him fully. He keeps his hand on you, now moving up to cup the side of your face, thumb running along your cheekbone.

“You learn those moves in the marines, too?” A smile that meets his eyes spreads across his face, matching yours, and he shakes his head.

“You’re makin’ it real hard not to kiss you again.” Everything turns to that molten hot lava again, and you’d be surprised if he couldn’t feel how hot you were under his hand.

“I wasn’t tell you to stop. Before.” His hand, gentle as it always has been, hooks under your chin, pulling you forward. Your body follows, and you shuffle closer. He kisses you again, your eyes fluttering closed to soak it in. It lasts only a second.

“We got time.” Was all he said, then he pulled away. You blew out a breath, searching for a distraction so you didn’t pounce on him.

“Yeah. Especially if you’re waiting for me to memorise all those maps.”

“You were staring at them for an hour.” He turns his head back up to the ceiling, and drops his arm up above your head. “Surely you got something.”

“Well, I was right. We need to go in the back. The blue prints look like they were making lower levels under the elevator shaft, but there’s nothing on the motion sensors under there.”

“Yeah. You know the way in?” You nod again, and when you turn to face him, you see an alarm clock next to his head, and realise how late it is. “You want me to go?”

“No.” You let your eyes drift down, seeing the hand not behind your head resting across his stomach. He was still wearing his jeans, and you could see how much you really got to him, because the denim was hiding nothing. “Change, though.”

“You tryin’ to get me out of my clothes?” He calls as he swings off the bed.

“Maybe.” He scoffs as he disappears from the room, and you catch a glimpse of him ripping his shirt over his head before you are left alone.

God. Why did you stop him, again?

It doesn’t take long for him to return, shirtless, and wearing baggy sweatpants that have probably been his for years. It’s too dark now for a normal person to see clearly, but you can see out the corner of your eyes he doesn’t hesitate to get in, careful to keep to his side of the bed.

Neither of you speak for a bit, but a strange sense of calm catches you off guard. You thought your brain would be going a mile a minute considering what just happened, but having him next to you does the opposite. It’s peaceful, almost.

“I don’t think he’ll know who I am.” You nearly whisper it, and you can feel Frank shift on the bed.

“Your brother?”

“It’s been years. 12 years, since I saw him. He was a baby.” You can still hear how loud he was crying in your head, the night of the fire. “He might not even know he has me. All this time, he is all I fought for, but he will have no idea who I am. What I’ve done for him.”

“He’s damn lucky to have someone like you coming for him. Even if he doesn’t know you now, he will.” You know he might not even be there, at Silo, when you and Frank tear it to the ground, but the closer you get, the more it scares you.

“I miss him so much, all the time. It hurts and I - I’m so scared he’s gonna be dead, Frank.” Your voice is softer than it’s ever been, hardly a whisper, and Frank pulls you to him. Arms wrapped around you, your back presses against his chest, and you don’t need the blanket anymore because of how warm he is. You don’t even notice your crying until Franks voice, soothing and low, shushes into your ear. “I don’t think I can live with myself if- he’d be dead because of me.”

“I know.” He’s not just saying that, either. He does know - he would know exactly how that feels. To lose everything because of what you are, to have done everything to keep your family safe, and have it still not be enough. Your cries get softer, and he’s still holding you just as tight. “I know. I got you.”

“Yeah. You do.” You feel a little puff of his breath, and you think it might of been a laugh if he wasn’t pressed to your back so tight.

“You’re alright.” Is all he says, over and over, and just as you drift to sleep, you think, no matter what happens, you might start to believe him.

[next chapter]

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romanarose · 1 year

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Ive seen TF boys on your page and I wanted to know you thoughts on how the moonboys would comfort and help a bulimic reader?

Hi love! Happy to give you come HC's for this <3

My inbox is currently closed as im working through old requests/ working on writing fics, but I wanted to do this one bc its a very important subject to my heart, with how bad my bulimia permanently destroyed my disgestive system and teeth

Moon Boys with a Bulimic reader

Warnings: Bulimia, vomit, food restriction, binging and purging NSFW refernces (bc its jake)

Steven Grant

He had to stay late tonight at work, some of his students were a little lost on the subject matter, so he held a study session before finals to allow everyone a chance to clarify. He had felt bad for missing dinner, of course, but he brought cake back as an apology

When you didn't answer, he saw the bathroom door was closed, and just figured you were in there bathing as you often did after diner

when he comes to the door to say hello and let you know there's cake, he hears you crying, and quickly opens the door, knowing your history with mental health problems and worrying you hurt yourself or were going to. He saw you crying against the wall, not even looking at him, and saw remnants of throw up in the toilet that hadn't all gone down with the first flush, he initially thought you were sick

"oh darling, here, let's get you to bed. Is it your stomach-" He paused as he saw your hand, red and scratched knuckles covered in throw up. Oh.

"I'm sorry" you cry "I'm fucking gross"

"No, no darling, you're not, here" Steven gets a wet towel and gently cleans your face and hands, as well as any mess you might have made. He washed his hands, then went to scoop you up. "C'mere love, lets rest, yeah?" And carried you over to the bed, not mentioning the cake he brought. Laying you down with a blanket and your favorite stuffed animal, he brought you water and asked you to drink it, knowing how purges dehydrate. He had read every book he could find on eating disorders, the health effects and treatment. He knew your addictive personality made things worse, harder to break out of habits.

"How long had this been going on again?" he asked

"Today was the first relapse" you answered, but he gave you a look like he didn't believe you "I swear! That's why I was crying... all the progress went to waste" You lip quivers trying to get the last few words out

Steven sits down with you, holding you tight, assuring you that this didn't detract from your progress, that progress isn't linear, and you are still his strong, beautiful girl.

He holds you tight that night, they two of you whispering with the sheets pulled over your head like children staying up too late at a sleep over, whispering about how much you loved each other

Will keep a careful eye on you, and definitely takes over the cooking to make you nutritious food, oh you want to help! Even better, love

Marc Spector

When you first approached Marc about going to the gym with him, he was elated! He was so excited about showing you around, teaching you how to use equipment, and of course spending more time with you!

So you started going with him every time he went, he even bought you cute workout clothes. That might have been a bit selfish on his part. He like checking you out, and he liked the way men stared at you, until they realized you were with him. The caveman part of his brain loved posturing, and he especially loved how you only ever had eyes for him, no matter the stronger, fitter men and women there.

Then you got really into it. Marc thought this was a bit odd, but was happy to spend the time training you.

First warning sign was when you started drinking protein shakes in lieu of breakfast. Not the end of the world, you were never a huge breakfast person. But when you stopped eating lunch in favor of the shakes, he confronted you. You insisted they were just easier, and tasted so good, you just preferred it.

Then there was the day he had to take you home early from the gym because you weighed yourself and found you hadn't lost weight, and you began crying, no matter how much he tried to explain that you were gaining muscle, which is denser than fat, and he was so proud of you for how much you could lift now!

You stuck to the treadmill and elliptical from then on, which Marc hated. He'd run with you for a bit, but then opted to do weights. although he stayed nearby in case anyone caused you problems, he missed working with you. He couldn't even really focus, watching you strain yourself and look miserable

The last straw was when he went to bring you water, and you refused to stop or slow down. In the middle of a argument while you ran, he watched your eyes go blank. Thinking quickly, he pressed the emergency button and caught you as you fell, the treadmill only managed to give a few rug burns on your legs and knees.

When you came to in his arms, you were greeted by his angelic face insisting you drink the water he had. He spoke soft, but obviously very distressed. He asked you how long it had been since you'd eaten. The frown on his face was deep as you watched his eyes start to tear up.

"Don't cry, please" you ask.

"You really scared me" He smiled at you.

Marc drove you insane after that. "did you eat today?" "what did you have?" "did you eat all of it?" this man did not know the meaning of sublty

He babied, and I mean babied the shit out of you

Fucker wouldn't even let you ride him

You gotta sit this man down and tell him to knock it off or you're gonna scream

You make a deal. You start going to counseling, he has to start taking you to the gym again (he wouldn't let you go alone, that's fir sure)

He agrees. You focus back on the weights, less on weight loss. (marc took the scale out of the house. You may or may no have found it shattered in the dumpster when you took the trash out. Marc has beef with all scales now.)

You enjoy the weights, you enjoy feeling strong, and you definitely enjoy using it to bring out Marc’s subby side

Jake Lockley

It's hard not to feel sexy with this man

The pet names and compliments are none stop. You've began to wonder if he forgot your actual name.

During sex, he takes the term body worship to a new level. This man's mouth and hands are e v e r y w h e r e

Why are his hand's all over your arms? Why is he kissing your calves when he's got your feet over his shoulders? Why does he suck hickies between your thighs? Why does he bite and squeeze your hip dip? you'll never know, but you love it

But you and him both know that sometimes, eating problems aren't about body image, but about control, and compulsions. And a little bit of body image because fuck, who doesn't struggle with that sometimes?

When he sees the warning signs, you hiding your body from him, not wanting to eat with him, generally being distant again, he always asks. He doesn't come on as intense as Marc with his protectiveness, but he will mentally keep track of your eating, and try to coax you into eating something if he see's you sipping meals. He has deficiently taken your car keys once, not because he was trying to keep you home, but because he didn't think you were safe to drive the busy streets.

Buys you literally anything he thinks might help. If its not about your body necessarily, he'll get you whatever you think might help you feel in control. Wanna craft? He'll build you a shelf and buy you all the fucking yarn in the world. Wana have a lil world you can control? Every sims pack you can imagine. Cat? Plants? A lizard? Fuck it, yeah, he'll buy you a lizard. Coolest lizard ever. He'll take lil charizard on a walk with you if thats what you want

All the boys

You're getting vitamins

And water!!! If you're throwing up, you're going to at least stay hydrated.

Bathroom lock is either taken out, or there's a spare key. Not out of control, no, they know you'll find a way to do it if you really want to, but in case of emergency

Will encourage therapy and medication, if you think it's right for you, maybe at least to try for a bit?

Never, ever, shame you for how you feel or act. You can tell them if you are having urges, need a distraction.

Steven and Jake make sure to keep Marc's protective nature in check, to make sure you aren't deterred from talking to them.

constantly shower you in praise and love and compliments

Always always always tell you how proud they are of you, even if you relapse, bc look how well you were doing! That means you can absolutely do it again!

I hope this was nice! I really love these 3 and I feel they would all be so supportive (even if marc might be a lil much sometimes XD It's okay, we love him <3 )

not tagging anyone today, but please be sure to comment/reblog if you liked this!

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notahungryjoke · 5 months

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Hun_groupchat talks

Alias the one, where Milos breaks Captain Domi's infamous skull necklace.

milos: i have to tell you something

ddibusz: I already don’t like this.

milos: :’(((

milos: but promise to not get mad

szancso: Oh, Lord, help us all!

milos: i may have, sort of, accidentally, broke the csk’s skull necklace

séfi: oh.

séfi: lol.

séfi: you are so dead.

séfi: like so dead.

sallai_roli: How did you even do that?

callumstyles: No, the question we should be asking is why did you even have that in the first place?

milos: Barni dared me to steal it

séfi: lmao

ddibusz: @vargabarna You are a grown man, why the hell are you playing dares to a kid?

vargabarna: it was supposed to be just a joke!!

vargabarna: then Milos dropped it

vargabarna: how was i supposed to know he would drop it??

ddibusz: Because you are the adult in the situation. You are supposed to be responsible! Mentoring him, guiding him, not daring him to steal his captain’s necklace!

adamartin: send picture. maybe we fix

milos: *picture sent*

sallai_roli: Yeah, there is no fixing that!

milos: fuckkk:(((

milos: now what

callumstyles: Pray?

ddibusz: Milos, It’s time to face the consequences of your actions. It will be alright, just be honest and say you sorry.

vargabarna: sorry? lol, good one, kid was laughing like a madman like 10 mins ago

milos: bc im literally stressed!!

séfi: i can take you casket shopping. we will find you a nice, comfortable one.

szancso: Stop freaking him out! He’s just a kid, he made a mistake, so what? We all make mistakes, it’s not that big of a deal. We just have to move on, you can't bottle up emotions like that, that will just put so much unnecessary stress on a young player, like Milos!

ddibusz: …

ddibusz: Is this still about the own goal against Serbia?

ddibusz: Because I am telling you, I am not mad. No one is.

willi: Ja, it’s okay. Told you.

szancso: Sigh, no, I was just talking some sense into Milos.

ddibusz: Sure. But still. It’s ok. We won anyway. Happens to the best of us.

willi: Ja.

szancso: Thanks guys. <3 You are the best.

ddibusz: <3

willi: <3

milos: uhmm sorry, can we get back to ME and how im literally going to DIE?!??!?!

sallai_roli: Just tell him. Say you sorry, that it was an accident. He’s not going to kill you.

kevinute: and if he does get angry and want to kill you, you can always just blame it all on @vargabarna

vargabarna: one day, bro, i will end you.

kevinute: yeah, like how you ended your career when you signed for fradi?

ddibusz: That was not nice.

séfi: no, but, it was fucking hilarious.

milos: ?!?!??!?!? im literally crying and throwing up, what do i do

sallai_roli: Tell. Him.

szancso: Just go speak to him. If it doesn’t work out you can always hide in my room. I’m taller than Dominik anyway.

milos: <3333333333333333333 szancso

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captaindomi: who the fuck broke my necklace?!

séfi: xdddddddddddddddddd.

sallai_roli: He didn’t tell you?! But it has been hours!

captaindomi: who?! bro, i was on the phone, then had to do press, i just got back like 15 minutes ago, and saw my FAV necklace broken, like wtf?!

sallai_roli: Oh, fuck me.

callumstyles: fuck me, indeed.

sallai_roli: What?

callumstyles: what

captaindomi: so… who was it?

adamartin: the kid.

captaindomi: elaborate??

adamartin: young.

kevin_ute: i swear bro, its like you are trying to talk to a rock

vargabarna: why do you have to be such an asshole all the time??

kevin_ute: im not being an asshole, im being REAL, keep up old man.

ddibusz: He’s not even that old!

willi: Ja. Not old.

kevin_ute: well, he is older than ME

captaindomi: I DONT GIVE A SINGLE FUCK HOW OLD IS VARGA, WHO BROKE MY NECKLACE?!

baloghboti: Hello! Sorry to interrupt, I just wanted to say, that when Martin said “the kid” he didn’t mean me, because I didn’t do it. I swear, I was talking with Mr.Rossi about my time in Italy. You can ask him.

captaindomi: I know that it wasn’t you, don’t worry! <3

baloghboti: Thanks kapi! <3

captaindomi: ok, so looks like nobody will tell me

captaindomi: so, i will have to summon the big guns.

captaindomi: @séfi, who was it?

séfi: why are you asking me, like you don’t already know it lol.

séfi: we all know who “the kid” is. obviously, the youngest one in the squad. go take a guess who that is.anyway.

milos: snitch:’(((((((((((

captaindomi: MILOS

callumstyles: Wow, he did actually snitch.

sallai_roli: It’s not actually snitching, because Domi summoned him and Séfi has a free pass.

callumstlyes: What, why?

adamartin: Neuer

kevin_ute: seriously, we all are just going to pretend that Ádám does not communicate like a caveman?

vargabarna: yeah, just like we all pretend you are not a little bitch

ddibusz: Enough!

gula: Who’s yelling in the corridor? It’s nearly eleven in the night, some of us are trying to sleep!

adammartin: the kid

gula: Why?

adammartin: fight

gula: Ok, thanks.

kevin_ute: this is NOT normal

#hungarian nt #hungary #this is not serious #captain szobo #dominik szoboszlai #milos kerkez #andras schafer #sallai roland

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stoned-eren · 7 months

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self ship tag game <3

im bored so i made a little questionnaire for your self ships!!! i filled it out too bc why not hehe

1. insert a picture of you and your f/o (picrews, art, or just a picture of your f/o ^_^)

2. do you remember how/when you started self shipping with your f/o?

one day i woke up in a cold sweat after a really intense dream with eren. ive never had a dream that realistic before lol it literally changed my life. i ended up not sleeping for the next two days doing nothing but reading and writing eren fanfiction hehe… that was in april of last year, and i still think about that dream to this day, i get some dreams with eren but nothing like the first one heuheeh

3. do you have a ship name?

sumren 👊 its canon btw

4. who gets a crush on who? is it mutual pining?

definitely mutual pining!! though eren has much more intense feelings before we get into a relationship :P i imagine he doesn’t know how to stop his feelings from spiraling so he falls HARD.

5. (if applicable) are they obvious with their feelings, or can they hide it well?

eren’s crush is painfully obvious. he’ll be all sweet and gentle with me but then be a complete asshole to someone asking a basic question. yet his crush is very subtle at the same time? for example, he’ll insist on sitting next to me or brush up against me but he’ll be very nonchalant about it. before we started dating this would stress me out so much xD

6. who confesses their feelings first?

its a stand off!!! neither one of us would admit to it, i think it would gradually develop into a relationship over time. but if anyone were to confess, i think i would imply it first and… just wait until eren pieces it together in his head. i’d tell him something like “you’d be a great boyfriend,” and then three days later he’d be like… “wait. do you like me???”

7. what are your star signs? are you two compatible?

i am a taurus, eren is an aries. though im not sure if we’re compatible bc multiple sources say yes and others say no lol… i will say for the sake of argument that we have a very… fiery relationship hehe

8. what’s something you would get as a nice casual gift for your f/o?

i headcanon eren to be really into music so a few albums for his record player would be an option! or a little dinosaur or fnaf plushie ^_^ i also headcanon that eren collects pokemon cards so i would get him some! hehe these are all headcanons on what i think eren would like

9. insert a random picture that reminds you of your f/o

hard to explain but this is eren ok-

10. insert a song that reminds you of your f/o or your relationship with them

ik i said one but i couldn’t choose hehe…

if you’d like to participate, you’ve been tagged!! the more the merrier :D id love to learn abt your self ship!

no pressure tags!! @erwinswings @wyvernslovecake @bita-bita @arlertwitch @averysmolbear @roseofdarknessblog

#sumren #.txt #tag game #tag games #self insert #self ship #self insert x canon #self insert ship #self shipping community #self ship community #self ship questions

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davidjrpalos · 5 days

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for years and years and years i felt the same way about the word "queer", it was simply impossible to avoid + everyone called me it anyway by implication. "queer culture" "us queers" etc. had to grit my teeth and learn to get over it bc its obviously a case where my feelings are considered outdated. I'm in my early 20s, not even an "elder queer"...

i say "felt" as though i have stopped grinding my teeth over it lol. i FEEL this way! but it's impossible to avoid being called a queer these days!!! so i had to force myself to understand why people are reclaiming it, and learn to consistently act like I'm on board, because otherwise, per MY honest feelings on the matter, the world is kind of slurring me all the time! so at this point have i reclaimed it too, simply by consensus, by committee, decided for me? idk. had to get over my feelings in the end

ironically i prefer the F slur for jokey self-identification because I'd never see a "fag healthcare" poster at my GPs or "fag politics" on the news, no one would call me that and I'd do my part in not calling anyone else that. self-ID as a faggot lol. can't self-ID as "not a queer, please" anymore really

Tbh I think it’s totally fair for you to still ask to not be called queer if you don’t like it, it can be simple as that and really shouldn’t be questioned, esp since historically it’s been used against lgbt people in a derogatory way. Ik there’s like whole debates on how lgbt people used it first and then it was turned against us but honestly if you don’t want to be called that I think it’s understandable, especially w personal history w the word too. I’m comfortable with using queer for myself esp bc sometimes it’s just shorter to say that than to be like ‘as a gay/trans person’ but i do question sometimes where cis/het people come from when they mention lgbt people as such tho lol. and for fag I really also tried to use it in a humorous way for myself and I have a friend who uses it a lot and it’s funny but, personally it’s really not for me. I heard it a lot growing up and have been called it by immediate family (others people in general as well) and it really bites and I’ve grown to resent it instead of idk maybe even just being neutral towards it, which is ironic bc I don’t care about jokingly calling myself a tranny or smth but that’s not even my humor either tbh. fag/got just bites in an ugly way for me and im over trying to be okay with it just bc its used very liberally among other gay people (which I don’t have a problem w) I’d just rather not be grouped in with the word similarly to how you feel about other ppl using queer in a community/group context.

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baahsu · 9 months

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HIII BAHH SRRY FOR DISINTEGRATING FOR A FEW DAYS OPLA HAD MOMENTARILY CONSUMED EVERY FIBER OF MY BEING

HOWEVER this has been sitting, unfinished, in my vscest doc for a while now so i decided to finish it up. here u go eat up friend :]] oh yeah angst warning at the beginning btw:

so. lies on the floor. ichiji deserves to get fucked stupid after having a bad day and im thinking abt him w yonji rn so. :)

emotions regained/vs bros redemption ichiji having that almost subtle kinda self hatred one day- (bc in emotions regained aus all the brothers are chronically mentally ill, they're so traumatized its painful :,D) -not the kind that makes you wanna scream or cry or throw up, instead the kind that makes your heart go a little faster than normal and that makes your skin crawl and makes you feel sick for being alive. the kind that builds and builds until it's too much.

yonji (the most *emotionally* intelligent one out of 124ji, methinks) eventually notices smthns wrong and asks ichi abt it and ichiji just Breaks. like he pauses, crumples into a ball, and starts pulling his hair and venting about how he feels so disgusting and unworthy of love and how he wants to rip his skin off for something new and he hates this he hates this he hates this he hates himself

and yonji LISTENS to him. he listens with a frown until ichi is fucking winded, hyperventilating, and sweating with frustrated tears in his eyes. and then yonji hits him with the

"What do you need me to do, Ichiji?"

then ichi just stops shaking (and breathing) entirely for a moment as the question registers b4 his shaking slowly starts up again and his bottom lip starts trembling and he slowly looks up at yonji with big ole watery eyes and shakily signals him over to cuddle and theybpagaufuafuaf!!!!

the two of em lying down w yonji holding ichiji tight against his chest- one hand/arm curled around chijis lower back while the other is running through his hair and ichis just curling around yonji like a koala. he buries his face in yonjis neck and is constantly mumbling "im sorry" and yonji says "theres nothing to apologize for" each and every time back, proving his point by pressing a kiss to a different part of ichiji each time.

this continues on until ichiji stops crying and calms down. then he thanks yonji by sitting up slowly and holding yonjis face in his hands and kissing him *so* gently.

^ idk maybe its just me but i feel like out of all the vs siblings ichiji would have the hardest time being gentle. sanji always has been, reiju *secretly* always has been, yonji *had* to learn to be (even when he was still emotionless) bc of his strength (and therefore it came somewhat easily to him when he got emotions), nijis always been a giant fucking tsundere so even though hes an ass about 90% of the time, he does have the capability to at least sit and listen and take care of someone he loves (especially after regaining emotions, the percentile changes from 90/10 to 50/50 then lmao), but ichiji?? the perfect, emotionless soldier, even after getting fixed??? practically unheard of.

so when he pulls THIS shit???

it makes yonjis libido go WHAM. like that mf went redder than chijis hair. might as well been a cartoon character with the way he practically started floating as his eyes turned into hearts

THEN. then that gentle kiss delvesssss

ichiji getting lost in his emotions, leading him to grab yonjis face so *desperately* and straddle his hips/lap and kiss him thru tears.. n yonjis there half dumbstruck half horny, grinding on ichis ass while the hands once petting his hair and stroking his back to soothe him move to squeeze at it bc holy shiiit what is happening rn yonji cant compute. do u see the vision 🙈🙈

then, SHOCKINGLY, (/sarc) they fuck each other stupid. like STUPID stupid. so stupid that when 023 find them in the morning they straight up think the two were jumped in an alley together or smthn with how marked up their bodies were n shit (but they figure it out real quick once they see how badly ichiji was limping :]) ((tho if you asked me personally yonji wasnt exactly walking straight either :]])) (((they are both switches :]]])))

AND SCENE. i wrote abt both ichiniji and yoniji b4 this so now the 124ji circle is complete lmao. i need more soft ichiji in my life and if theres no one to provide i shall make it myself :)) -J.J

Honestly relatable, I can't stop thinking about opla since the day I watched it lol it was so good and I want to rewatch it already

But back to vcest 👀

Ichiji being emotionally stunted after getting his emotions back is a concept that's always at the back of my mind but I never put too much thought into it, but now I'm 👀

I see him as trying to keep himself, and the others, together, he doesn't let his emotions run freely, he tries not to let them take the better of him else he might go down and spiral of self hatred and guilt, so he puts his energy into looking after the others and trying to come up with a plan to get them out of judge's grasp

It takes a toll on him of course, his repressed emotions keep building up and he feels himself going insane and with no way to vent

When yonji catches him like this, on the verge of panicking, he finally let's go and it feels so good and so freeing for once. Yonji's rock solid, he embraces him, takes his whole body into strong arms and makes him feel safe, and he doesn't budge, he lets ichiji cry against his shoulder until he's satisfied and spent

Ichiji's tired but tries to show his gratitude with a kiss and yonji combusts. It's not every day that he has ichiji this pliant and soft and sweet sprawled in his lap and he wants to do so many things to him but his brain's all muddled and he doesn't know where to begin!!

Once he gets a hold of himself tho, it's over for ichiji, the strength he used to comfort him will now be used to ruim him

#older brother going to the yonger brother for comfort is so ajjsskdkajdjsk #and yonji taking a second to process the kiss and then just going feral aajskdjsjd #the dynamic between these two has so much potential!!!!#vinsmokecest

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golbrocklovely · 2 months

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i need to vent.

why do people think sam needs to defend kat? i keep seeing people getting mad at sam for doing nothing. why? they broke up and i don’t think it’d be a shocking statement to say they’re definitely not friends. that ‘we’re friends forever’ period of the break up is well and truly over. so why should he lift a finger for her? and if we’re to believe rumours, her new song is abt to trash him to the high heavens. im on neither of theirs side, i don’t care, but i just think it’s immature and dumb for people to be mad at someone for not going to his exes side and defending her honor against something his new beau MIGHT be saying about her (if she has, i havent seen it. but im also not looking)

same goes for colby not defending tess. again, why? why would he? doesn’t make a bit of sense.

theyre big girls, they can take care of themselves. they definitely don’t need men to come to their rescue. its petty online back and forth catty behaviour, no one’s dying. if they really gave a shit they’d all block each other and move on.

which brings me to one final point. it’s utterly insane fans bang on abt m and k being clout chasers, their friends being clout chasers, and all this other crap but then are obsessively stalking their socials. you know that saying haters are the biggest fans? they’re proving that to be true ten fold. if they hate these people so much why doesn’t it occur to them to block/mute and ignore them entirely? they’re just giving them the clout they’re supposedly shaking. “theyre clout chasers” SO STOP GIVING THEM ATTENTION

end rant

little bit of an older ask, but figured i would answer it now anyway

i agree with you somewhat, but i also get both sides.

personally, i think once things end between you and someone you were with, whether it was years or a couple weeks - whatever, that person is no longer owed anything from you. you no longer have to be loyal to them, and vice versa.

however lol

i feel like if you were with someone for years, especially so publicly, it would make sense to defend them at least slightly. bc, especially in this case, snc are known to lurk and to see everything. so they know how much shit has been thrown kat's way. and you would think that if you saw your own fans throwing shade on a person you literally had plans to make your wife, you would at least consider defending her.

tie this in with fans assuming that his now new gf is making fun of kat, and you get a recipe for drama.

personally, i get why snc, but in particular sam, stay silent on shit. it would bring more attention to it in the long run if he were to make a post saying "hey guys knock it off". and i also think that kat might not want him to say anything, and at the end of the day that's her call to make.

i think a lot of this drama is so nonsensical to me. it feels like high school, but in a dumber way. and i've said the same thing as you countless times. if the girls truly get under your skin that much, just block them. it is so easy to ignore them and pretend they aren't there. i literally follow both girls and i still don't realize when they post or what they're doing.

i'm not gonna try to make sense of any of this, bc i simply just don't think like some of these fans. and i'm fine with that lol

#ask #personal #sg ll

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pixeljade · 3 months

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Okay i've tried like 20 times to word this in a way that'll go as gently as possible but I dont think im gonna be 100% successful bc autism, so im just gonna post this and hope yall dont take it in bad faith:

Theres a lot of younger queers (especially AFAB ones) who still hold TERF ideology and the main reason I see them failing to let it go is because they cant embrace sex positivity.

Which like. I kinda get. I mean if I was AFAB and I grew up with creepy toxic masculine dudes constantly sexualizing me while i was still a child, and the pressures of family to reproduce, and all that shit that comes with being AFAB, i'd probably be scared as shit of sex. Heck I'm a *little* scared of it myself since I was sexually assaulted twice before I was 18! But I feel like thats something to fight against, because like...sex is healthy! Sex is good! Sex is the cause of literally all of our lives!!!!

And I'm not saying you have to have sex or anything, god no, I'm on the ace spectrum. I'm saying you have to be normal about sex, because sex is a part of life! Its ESPECIALLY a part of the queer community! And as much as it should be more welcoming to ace people, I also think demanding it be entirely chaste in order to welcome ace people is stupid and selfish and unhealthy.

"So whats this have to do with TERF ideology though?" Well, reader, I'm glad you asked, because "sex is scary" is the first step in the TERF ideology road! It usually goes "sex is scary" -> "men are scary" -> "anything with a penis is scary". And basically every queer person, at least on the surface, is against this. But under the surface, I find it all falls apart, especially amongst AFAB people. AMAB queers are expected to perform femininity to fit in, and almost always if it is the sort of space where femininity is scrutinized, it is expected that the feminine must also be chaste. I feel like thats no accident. It feels like any mention of sexuality from an AMAB person has them thinking about how we have a penis, such a lewd horrible thing, and then its like...instantly we become less womanly to them. They've let their fear tie femininity to a lack of sexuality, which is a TERF idea!

This also is what leads to more censorship of transfem people. As the recent bannings of transfem people on this site continue, I see a lot of posts saying stuff like "You wouldnt have this problem if youd just stop posting sexual content", even being reblogged by supposed allies.

And you might be thinking "well I'm AFAB but I'm trans, so, this doesnt apply to me. Theyre talking about actual TERFs!" And no, you're wrong. I see transmasc people who pull this shit ALL THE TIME. I recently had a transmasc friend cringe and tell me that the fact that I liked Asumi-chan Is Interested In Lesbian Brothels was a red flag because it was "clearly for the male gaze" which is absolutely TERF behavior. I also see a lot of transmasc people being dismissive of transfem fears in the current trans political situation. Its seemingly almost always a specific brand of UwU cottagecore transmasc that does it too, and a few of them I've even caught admitting they "used to be a TERF" which, I'm glad you no longer associate with them, but I'm telling you you still have shit to unlearn. Dont tell me this is out of my lane, either, its no different from if someone pointed out I still had toxic masculinity to unlearn! Which has happened, and I've examined mine. Why do you find it so unreasonable to examine yours?

Anyways thats all for now. Please do better. I shouldnt have to deal with this shit while the government is trying to kill me.

#watch someone take this in bad faith anyways

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imagine-a-life-like-this · 7 months

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Oh shit, Mae? Honestly kinda loving it.

Sometimes murder is okay, especially when the killer is🥰🥰

Idk if Woo is just acting or suddenly a tolerable non-douchebag…. Prolly the former

Hiii!!! How are you? You eating and/ or feeling good? Hope you’re drinking water! Sending love and support 🫶🏽🫶🏽

Bestieeeeeeee!!!! So a few things

1.) the dance is Friday, i’m freaking outt

2.) we’ve been holding hands a lot(!) and recently i’ve been chilling on his lap, but today i took a lil nap while on his lap and after waking me up for class he said “I couldn’t feel my arm but it was worth it, i’d let it happen again, many times actually” and i just🥰🥹 cause i was scared that i’d add too much weight of sumn and without me even bringing it up i was reassured 😭.

2.5) this one isn’t big just felt like mentioning it. During the last class of the day we sit next to each other and we were holding hands under the table right? Then when i had to write j moved my hand, now i expected him to start writing too but no! he moved his hand onto my thigh and kept it there until i stopped writing (cause then i could hold hus hand again). Its amazing bc im a stage 5 clinger & he reciprocates the clinginess😊

3.) so I have this ring that is soo cute but doesn’t fit any of my fingers, so i put if on a chain. We now share the necklace.. like deadass if i feel like wearing it ill just go take it off of him then give it back later. And its not just the fact that he’s wearing something of mine but also that he likes it, and he looks good in it.

4.)im in marching band yea? So tonight was a v important game (it was against the rival school, we won 47-0) and he came!! Like ik he was coming but still☺️. So once halftime is over meaning band is done with the halftime show i see messages from my dad & aunt….. why were they sitting right behind him 😭 they got along but i was so scared the entire time, not to mention the nerves that were already there from performing in a bigger stadium than im used to

Like im convinced he’s trying to kill me. Cause literally why else would he be this great? Like wdym you like clinginess, you get along with my dad, and you’re keeping your hand on my thigh??? This man must be stopped. Anywho just wanted to do a lil catching up (and ranting abt him bc im sure my other friends are sick n tired of hearing abt him

Is it actually Mae though 🧐 she could kill me and I would thank her regardless 🥵

PLS YOU'RE SO FUNNY 😂

Hi bestie 🥰 I'm doing well ! Drinking water and eating well. I hope you are too. Sending so much love and support your way. It's coming. You can't stop it 💕💕💕

Omg bestie all of this. All of this is so cute. I am obsessed. Like I feel like I was there and watching my best friend find someone good for them and I'm just smiling 🥹 this is so cute and soft and I am so very happy for you !!!

Such a green flag that he gets along with your dad honestly. And that he supports you. Like yes. So much yes. I am seeing a neon sign that says yes !!!

And you can always come here and tell me about everything because I love hearing about this ! I want to know everything. Please tell me everything 😭

But omg bestie my boyfriend has been too cute to me lately. He keeps calling me his princess and his wife and I 🥺 he even did matching profile pictures with me because I asked. He will literally just randomly text me out of the blue "wife I love you" and I swoon every time. This man is the whole ass love of my life I swear.

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hey friend! Any advice for someone who’s just trying to shift? (I’m sure you’ve posted advice on this many times but scrolling to try to find it seems daunting) I’ve tried for about a month, I don’t have a specific method but I do get “symptoms” but those are very similar to how I feel when I’m trying to fall asleep normally so it’s hard to tell. I know it can take awhile so I’m trying not to get discouraged!

hi darling!! of course i can!! i have a shifting tag called #ava's a shifter which should include everything but pre diagnosis me probably forgot to tag a few posts about it so i'll give you some here:

one of the best pieces of advice i got from wanda (she's a shifter as well, her cr is my mcu dr and she shifts to sitcoms mainly, but she had been toying with making a no powers dr where she could see her parents and brother and have a normal life, i'm unsure if she has actually scripted or gone there yet thought) was to connect to this reality (or cr if this is'nt your cr!) fully. take a moment throughout the day to just stop, and use your five senses.

think about what you're doing, what it smells like, what you can hear, what you can see, what you can feel, what you can taste, what you are saying (if you're talking) and try to remember how it feels to do that. here's an example of me doing this right now:

what i am doing: answering your ask

what i can hear: i can hear my keyboard clacking as i type, brooklyn nine nine playing on my tv, my daughter breathing as she sleeps next to me

what i can see: my computer screen, the words i am typing, my daughter

what i can smell: my sugared snicker doodle candle, my deodorant i put on a few minutes ago

what i can taste: my sweet and salty chocolate chunk Clif Bar that i am absolutely destroying bc i love Clif bars and eat like 5 per day lmao

what i can feel: my teddy bear sweater on my arms, my wrists on the computer, my daughters head on my leg, and my mind focusing as my meds start working

after you do that (do it a few times a day), use it when you're visualizing. when you're trying to shift, imagine a scenario similar to something you did that day. an example of this is that tonight, i'm going to try to go to chris evans younger sister dr. so, using the information i used above, this is what i'm going to visualize:

what i am doing: playing the sims on my laptop at the hotel table - we're still in disney world

what i can hear: my mama talking to my doctor on the phone, my brothers arguing over what to watch on the tv, my keyboard clacking under my fingers

what i can see: the house i am building, my brothers laying on the bed, my water bottle next to me

what i can smell: chlorine wafting from the open balcony door that faces one of the pools, the chocolate cake chris bought me earlier, and the coffee that scott left on the table

what i can taste: the chocolate cake as i bite into it, the Lefou's Brew chris also bought me as i drink it

what i can feel: my sundress straps resting on my slightly sun burned shoulders, my bare feet against the rough hotel carpet and how it bugs me, my hair behind my ears.

she said that not only will it help you visualize, it will help you connect to both your cr and your dr, because a connection to both is important. your cr is still a reality, and your connection to it is important, therefore connecting to your cr will only benefit you in connecting your dr.

if you know the feeling of connecting fully to your cr, you will have an easier time connecting fully to your dr, and you'll be able to disconnect from your cr fully while connecting to your dr fully.

another tip i have is to watch/read something about wherever your shifted to. i often watch a movie if im going to my marvel dr, but you can choose anything. this isn't mandatory, its more of a personal choice for me, and helps me to feel more connected to my dr. i also allow myself to daydream, because that is usually when i get that 'pull' that others speak of.

when i feel that pull, i know that its time to try. it doesn't always work, but it helps!

i hope that helped, and if you have any other questions, let me know and i'll answer!

#ava's anons #ava's a shifter #shifting to marvel #shifting consciousness #shiftingblr #reality shifting #shifting realities #shifting

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