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tummysmoocher · 8 months

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Imagining him sitting on a couch under me, moaning and trying to stifle burps. He can ask me to stop but he keeps eating anyway, taking everything I put in front of his mouth. His shirt is pulled up and resting on his bloated tummy, his jeans undone and framing his lower belly perfectly. Weakly letting his head fall back as he rubs his stomach with one hand and runs the other through his hair. How I would get on my knees between his thighs just to kiss his belly everywhere, pulling little whines and gasps from his lips, my teeth nipping at the soft spot of underbelly below his navel. Enough to drive me crazy.

#AND THEN ID GIVE HIM HEAD CRAZY SLOPPY INSANE STYLE #AN EE WAYZ. HELLO.#wg text #soft feedism #I’m not proof reading this my brain literally just came up with it to push me over the edge while jackin it and I’m writing it down #so that I don’t forget it basically.

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nightsfeelheavenly · 7 months

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entertaining myself with the idea of poly!141. price brings his equestrian wife around (who is aware of the arrangement) for her to play with the boys a bit. slow introductions to new dynamics.

is immediately surprised by how quickly she takes a leading role with the group, getting them wrapped around her pretty little fingers in no time. he’d said in the car, “no pressure for tonight. they can get a little rowdy and don’t tend to listen well.��

she’d laughed and replied “honey, i control half ton animals with my legs and weight. your bunch will be no problem.”

he’d chuckled, chalking it up to overconfidence, but no. she hooks her heel onto johnny’s hip and gives him a faint push whenever he’s being too overeager, collecting him back up into a better pace. gaz is praised with a caress to his jaw and then down his chest. ghost, even, gets encouraged forward with some light taps and a verbal cue.

he sits back and watches his wife put 141 in line and quickly comes to the conclusion that he’ll need her expertise and sway more often. after all, what better incentive (and reward) than some work with his wife post-mission?

#im a poly141 truther #i dont know whats come over me but suddenly i’m writing snippets #sorry for grammatical and spelling errors #this is not proofread #just a thirst at 9:00pm #it ees what it ees #poly!141 x reader #dom reader

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resqectable · 2 months

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It is painful to see that people prefer a bad guy who looks like an angel to a good guy who looks like a demon.

Susan Ee, World After

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thoughtkick · 8 months

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It is painful to see that people prefer a bad guy who looks like an angel to a good guy who looks like a demon.

Susan Ee, World After

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thehopefulquotes · 6 months

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It is painful to see that people prefer a bad guy who looks like an angel to a good guy who looks like a demon.

Susan Ee, World After

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surqrised · 4 months

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It is painful to see that people prefer a bad guy who looks like an angel to a good guy who looks like a demon.

Susan Ee, World After

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misalpav · 6 months

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ram being in love with the daughter of temple priest and even though he isn't very religious he still went there for sandhya aarti once he saw her one jhumke had fallen and finally able to gather some courage he decided to approach her and they had a talk or something.

also one more request don't use y/n can you pls use the name vaidehi ?

anon!!!! I love this prompt and I hope I did justice to your vision <3 (I'm on a writing high rn so I can actually write fast for once would you look at that?)

yemito ee maya

Two years after Governor Scott's death

Ram slowly walked away from his house, lost in thought. He could feel the wind in his face, rearranging his carefully styled hair and ruffling the shirt he just finished ironing. The sun, shining brightly in his eyes, slowly began its journey back to the horizon as kids laughed and ran back home from school. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in, letting himself relax. There was a time when he didn’t know what the word relax meant, how it felt to feel his heart rate slowing and have time for himself. Now that he did, he never quite knew what to do with it. Sometimes, he would make a beeline to Bheem or Sita’s house to talk to them or have dinner together, other times, when he didn’t feel like socializing, he would sit at home and read a book. On days like today, when he just couldn’t get himself to pay attention to the words on a page, he’d huff and put down his book to go for a walk, thinking about how much his life and his India has changed.

“Ram anna, chai thaaguthara?” (tl. Do you want to drink chai?)

He turned his head and saw a group of kids at a street food stall looking at him eagerly and quickly recognized all of them from his colony. His mouth curved into a smile as he forgot about his earlier thoughts and started walking towards them, his hands checking his pockets to find his wallet.

“Aa thaguthanu. Anna, okka chai isthava?” (tl. Yes, I’ll drink some. Can you give me one chai?)

As the seller made his chai, he pretended to look in his wallet for money while secretly watching the kids, and smiled with a glint in his eyes as the kids’ faces fell, realizing he didn’t get them anything. He pulled out a 100 rupee note from his wallet and handed it to the vendor, who looked at him confused.

“Migilina paisalu tho pillalu ki vallaku ishtam ainadhi edhaina ivvandi, inka mitha meeru pettukondi.” (Give the kids whatever they want with the remaining money, and if there’s anything left you can keep it for yourself.)

The kids’ eyes widened at him in disbelief, and they quickly ran to the vendor before Ram could have second thoughts and asked for bajjis, dosas, lassis, and whatever else they could think of. Ram chuckled and shook his head, taking a seat at one of the tables and enjoying the warm taste of chai. He was completely aware the colony moms would make their displeasure very well known to him when he went home, but he figured he’d take it if it meant upholding his role as every kid’s favorite person.

The kids sat around him and became engrossed in conversations about their classes, the math teacher they despised, the cricket game they played last night, and a few other things and Ram sat back and listened attentively to their stories while tending to his chai, zoning out only once in a while when the conversation was directed away from him.

At one of these moments, he heard a laugh and the jingling of bangles coming towards them, and he turned his head subconsciously. His jaw dropped as his eyes rested on the source of the laughter: a woman, busy in conversation with a younger girl, walking towards them wearing a beautiful black and yellow saree, her hair tied back in a neat braid, with a book in her hands. As they walked up to her, he suddenly stood up, catching the woman’s attention. When she turned to face him, he held his breath and examined her eyes, bordered with kohl, and the bright red bindi above the bridge of her nose. Silver jhumkas adorned her ears glowing in the sun and the smell of the jasmines in her hair radiated off her, and he was lucky one of the kids pulled on his hand to get his attention. The woman’s face softened as she smiled, turned away from him, and walked away, and he quickly reoriented himself, telling the kids he had other work to do tonight and started in the direction the woman had left towards, promising the kids they’d play cricket together another night.

Ram speedwalked for a few minutes and finally caught up to them, trailing only a few meters behind, but he couldn’t bring himself to approach her. Internally, he was cursing himself out for making this seem easy to Bheem all those years ago, when he himself was such a mess at it. He wished Bheem, Sita, Jenny, the kids, or literally anyone was with him right now to tell him what to do and how not to embarrass himself. His shoe stepped on something and he tripped over, clasping his mouth to make sure no sound came out. When he turned to see what caused it, he found one of her silver jhumkas lying in the dirt. Ram couldn’t believe his luck and he picked up the jhumka, taking it as a sign from the universe to meet her. He then followed her, his faith in himself somehow reinstated simply by the fact he had something of hers in his pocket.

The women approached a Shiva temple, removed their shoes, and entered, and Ram stopped outside. He hadn’t been inside a temple since his father was killed by the British. Everyone close to him had tried to reinstate his faith in god, but he always shut down the idea by stating that if god was real, his father wouldn’t be dead, and if god is real and let his father be killed, then he had every reason to be extremely angry at that god. Ram almost turned around and left, but then he saw the woman returning outside, and froze, realizing she was staring at him.

“Intha dhooram vachi lopadiki raara?” (tl. You came this far, won’t you come in?) she asked. Realizing he was stuck, he slowly took off his shoes and stepped into the temple.

Once he was standing next to her, she asked him what his name was and he replied saying his name is Ram. She introduced herself as Vaidehi, and he said the name back to her, appreciating the way it rolled on his tongue. They sat in the back of the temple, and Vaidehi opened her book and started reading while he examined her features, and noticed she had removed the other jhumka. Ram hated being interrupted while reading, but he also needed to close this silence somehow, so he craned his neck to see what book she was reading.

“Avunu, gudiki vachi em pustakam chaduvuthunnavu? Adhi intlo guda cheyyachu kadha?” (tl. What book are you reading in the temple that you can’t read at home?)

That beautiful laughter that first got him to turn his head towards her escaped her mouth again and she told him his father was the head priest and she enjoyed attending the sandhya aarti whenever she could. She told him about the book she was reading, History of Dharmashastra, and they both fell into an animated conversation about the development of Indian ancient societies and their dreams for a modern and independent India. She said India needed more men like Alluri Ramaraju and he smiled and agreed, hiding the joy in his heart from hearing her say that. He never bothered mentioning that he was Ramaraju because he found it refreshing to talk to people normally without being treated like a savior everywhere he went.

Suddenly, a man, who he assumed was Vaidehi’s father, stood in front of the garbhagriha and everyone in the temple stood up. They recited bhajans, and while Ramaraju knew all of them from memory from his childhood and his mother, he quietly listened to Vaidehi’s voice. At the end, he took the prasadam from one of the other priests and walked back outside with Vaidehi. She asked him if he didn’t know the bhajans, and he replied saying he did, but he enjoyed listening to them much more than singing them, opting to leave out the truth about his father. They talked more about their interests, exchanged addresses, and talked about meeting again. As the sun finally set, she told him she needed to leave, and that they’d definitely meet again. Ram watched her walk away and put his hand in his pocket, touching the jhumka he never returned, whispering, “I promise we will.”

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(a/n) should I make this a series lmao I have so many ideas for where this could go. also, I haven't been to india in like 6yrs now (curse the pandemic and then school/work) so idr if 100 rupees is acc a reasonable amount for the chai scene 🗿

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perfectquote · 1 year

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It is painful to see that people prefer a bad guy who looks like an angel to a good guy who looks like a demon.

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stay-close · 4 months

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It is painful to see that people prefer a bad guy who looks like an angel to a good guy who looks like a demon.

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texaschainsawmascara · 2 years

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Every Day I Am Trying New Techniques To Make Myself Disappear - E.E. Scott / Heritage, Calling a Wolf a Wolf - Kaveh Akbar / Sue Zhao

#parallels #web weaving #every day I am trying new techniques to make myself disappear #ee scott #e.e. scott #heritage calling a wolf a wolf #kaveh akbar #sue zhao #lit #literature #writing #poetry #prose #poem #poems #comparatives

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sweetlywriting · 1 year

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Kirche

Johan Liebert x Reader

You were suprised as the lean blonde man slide into the pew you were currently kneeling on. Or more accurately, surprised that the devil’s incarnate could actually walk into the German Aachen cathedral without bursting into flame.

“I didn’t know you were religious.”

He said it in that charming coquettish voice, with a pleasant hum at the end, so deeply contrasting to his true nature. Such a lie too. Johan knew full well that you believed in his antithesis. And he never missed the chance to try and toy with that belief, as he had done with every other aspect of your life.

Just a week ago, at some odd hour in the night as you were on your couch swathed in blanket, eyes glued to the tv as terror and havoc occurred in the tiny metal box. That sinking feeling settled in the bottom of your stomach, knowing exactly who it was but completely unable to prove it. The dread that you had spent so much of your time with such a horrid person pained you, and the fact the horrid person was likely making dinner for the both of you felt even worse. You swallowed, just about to get up when a voice clearly spoke from next to you.

“How tragic.”

You knew he didn’t find it tragic at all, but grit your teeth and nodded, not wanting to give much reaction. Perhaps he didn’t like that, because the next thing you know his pale slender hands gently grab at the necklace buried in your tank top. A gesture that makes your heart race a little more than you want it too. You don’t dare breathe as he quietly observes the cross shaped charm on the necklace, gently brushing your collarbones with every movement. His hand finds it’s way to edge of your face, the tv news forgotten as you lean into his touch. His beautiful light blue eyes meeting yours. He comes closer gently brushing your hair behind your ear, before whispering closely.

“What a kind God you have.”

The atmosphere immediately changes, it feels as though a bucket of ice water has been poured on your head. Creating a beautiful moment only to crush it, like a child playing with sand.

“I’m just saying he’s quite . . . Forgiving. He’s so very sparing on my deeds, sometimes I wonder if he likes any of you at all. But it’s fine, I’m much more fond of you anyways. Dinner’s on the table,”

He said this a swiftly walked away, as though torturing you with words was a daily thing which in all technicality, it was.

But you didn’t want it to happen today. Not here, already in church-not now. You focused straight ahead not acknowledging Johan in the slightest, as he already had the high ground being in your last place of comfort. Somehow through a hazy amount of time, his slow manipulation and quiet comments had driven you far away from your family, friends, career, and everything else along with it, except for Johan. Leaving you to wonder for the rest of your life where exactly you fucked up and let this carry out to far.

“Why me?”

You whispered. He laughs warmly as though he’s just a normal lover entertaining your silly antics. That’s it probably looked to the few others in the church.

“Perhaps it was fate . . . Or simply God.”

You bang your head on the pew, the noise reverbs in the hollow building and in your head, long after he leaves.

#monster #monster anime #johan liebert #Johan #fanfiction #x reader #monster x reader #johan x reader #fanfic #ee I don’t think writing for a character has ever been so difficult #my apologies if I mischaracterized him a bit #he’s just so difficult to write for I promise I will get better 🤞🏽#he’s just a little meow meow #gn reader #reader is religious in particular Christian

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asoftepiloguemylove · 11 months

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It's been raining a lot where i live and i thought about you. Could u do a post about rainy days? I would love it.

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