#i’m on demand there so i only work like once every couple months but it’s still a job so i’m not technically unemployed yk

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Boss Gojo Imagines

Boss! Gojo who has had flings with every assistant he’s had.

Boss! Gojo who as the CEO of the company was raised to be very weary of letting anyone close to him. Although he would bed many women, he had only a few he called friends.

Boss! Gojo who fired his last assistant after their short term rendezvous and is in need of a new one.

Boss! Gojo who, whilst procrastinating, decides he will conduct the interviews himself. He reasons that it would be easier to test the new secretary himself. See if they could maintain a professional relationship.

Boss! Gojo is tired going through the numerous interviews. Each person was qualified, many over qualified. But they were all boringgg.

Boss! Gojo who was about to resign for the day, until you showed up. Like your competitors, you wore a bright smile and held an impressive resume. Unlike them, you were nonchalant; as if you were meeting with a friend rather than competing for a highly coveted position in the elite Gojo company.

Boss! Gojo who was surprised at how easy the conversation flowed between the two of you. So much so, that he had spent at least 30 more minutes with you than every other applicant.

Boss! Gojo who can’t stop himself from asking,

“How are you so confident you’re going to get the job?”

You looked past him, scrunching your nose thinking.

“I’m not confident at all. Honestly, I only applied on a whim. I guess since I have no hope, I have nothing to lose, right?

This type of thinking was such a breathe of fresh air for him. In the rigid society he was born to, every action had to calculated. Every conversation meticulously planned out. Nothing was organic. Nothing was natural. And here you were, smiles and all, taking a chance without considering the risk.

You had an email for you that same day.

Boss! Gojo who isn’t surprised by your work ethic. Anyone who made it so far into the application process was a a good worker. But he was surprised about your energy. You managed to maintain a positive and almost carefree vibe despite the stress and tribulations.

At first, he was obviously drawn to your personality, but what really impacted him, was how quick you acclimated to him and his personality. By the end of the month, you had learned his favorite snacks, how he likes his coffee (if it could be considered coffee after how much sugar is put into it), and his habits. When he felt clingy, you let him cling to you. When he felt withdrawn, you gave him space. It felt like you were made for him. This was the first time in a while someone was so attentive to him. The first time in a while where he felt seen.

Boss! Gojo who treats you like a hidden snack. Anytime he’s overloaded with work, he’ll seek you out to indulge in your sweetness.

Boss! Gojo who demands you meet with him once an hour. He claims that it’s for check-ins, but really he just wants to see you.

Boss! Gojo who was already an affectionate and touchy person. This has somehow doubled when you started working. He would use you as an arm rest, lay his head on your shoulder, hold you by your waist. Anything to get his hands on you. You were like an actual plush toy to him. Any time you two had to attend meetings, you would be confused as his girlfriend instead of his secretary.

When Shoko first saw you and him, she had assumed that you two had already hooked up. She was pleasantly surprised to hear Satoru deny the claim. When she questioned if he’s been having any sex recently, the loving gaze he sent your way was enough of an answer for her. It was weird. In just a couple months, you had changed Satoru completely. She even noticed that the two of you were on first name basis. When you walked back, you had a cocktail in hand for yourself and a mocktail for Gojo. Shoko couldn’t help but roll her eyes at how intimately you two behaved.

Boss! Gojo who secretly started increasing your wage. While you never complained about your finances, he was aware of your recent graduation and history of low wage jobs. He wanted to make sure that this would be the best paying job you’ve had. Not only would it make you happier, it would also make you less likely to quit.

Boss! Gojo who hates seeing you tired, but can’t stop himself from forcing you to work overtime. Especially when you both would fall asleep in the office. Waking up to see you was the greatest feeling in the world. Unfortunately, the extreme guilt of making you work overtime would weigh heavy on him, so he would forced you to go home.

Boss! Gojo who seethes seeing how close you’ve gotten with the other workers. The same charismatic nature that attracted him was now attracting others. And he hated that too.

Boss! Gojo who demands you start eating lunch at his office. To make up for the ‘inconvenience’ he buys the most extravagant and excessive lunches. You often get sent home with all the leftovers.

Boss! Gojo who has become inseparable from you. Your office was moved into his, you would join him on every retreat. Sometimes he would even send you accessories so that you could match with him. Your phone and his sharing a matching home screen.

When he first started showering you with presents, you denied them excessively. As the days went on, you would accept them and return them by the end of the day. Satoru would, of course return it to your desk, only to find it in his own the next morning. The game of give and return would go on for days until he had you walk into his office where he would put the necklace/ accessory in you and pour until you finally accept it.

He was immensely endeared to you when he found a homemade phone chain on his desk with a little note. He was almost start struck when he saw you had a matching one. This snowballed into a fascination with matching between him and you.

Boss! Gojo who notices immediately when you don’t show up for work one day. Instead of you sitting pretty at your desk, it was Ijichi. Now don’t get Gojo wrong, he also likes Ijichi. But not seeing you there was almost painful. His entire schedule and demeanor relied on you. On your smile, your banter, your everything. He needed you. At these thoughts, Satoru felt a burning pain right where his heart was. Why was he acting like this. Why have you made him so dependent? All at once, the memories of everything he did with you flooded his brain. The matching, the jokes, the smiles. He was undeniably obsessed with you.

Gojo Satoru was in love with his secretary.

Epilogue

During his epiphany, you sent him a little text explaining your absence, you had randomly gotten sick over the weekend and couldn’t make it to work. You asked him not to worry and that you would be better by tomorrow. By the time you sent that second text in, Satoru had already put you in for a week of absence and was making his way to your house, hands full of medication and sweets.

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Notes:

Thanks everyone for reading! This was the winner of the poll! I hope everyone enjoys it! I’m not an amazing writer and I really struggle keeping things concise lol so I hope this wasn’t a total snooze fest.

I know when relationships like Boss and worker are written about, they tend to be a lot… steamier for lack of a better word. I really did try, but I also really liked the childish swooning thing Satoru had going on. Idk maybe one day I’ll try again 🤔

Not edited btw! Pls ignore any small mistakes!

#jjk x y/n #jjk gojo #jjk x you #jjk x reader #x reader #reader insert #jujutsu gojo #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #drabble #gojo satoru #jjk #jjk shoko #imagine

[steviescrystals]

one more rant about my layoff in the tags and then i’ll shut up i promise

#my mom is telling me to apply for unemployment and i’m so overwhelmed even thinking abt it #the guy from payroll who so nicely told me about the layoff sent me a link for it like that’s the natural next step #but like i’m not planning on staying unemployed for more than like a week i’m planning on applying for another job in a few days #so i feel like it’s not even worth it but at the same time i do need money bc the timing of this was terrible #BUT idk if i’m even eligible for unemployment bc i have a second job #i’m on demand there so i only work like once every couple months but it’s still a job so i’m not technically unemployed yk #and i was going through the eligibility requirements online and i can’t find anything related to that one way or the other #i want to just say fuck it and not worry about it #but is that stupid bc i currently only have like one job in mind to apply for and i don’t even know if they’re hiring yet #i feel like i’m being dumb and picky bc i’m still in college so it’s not like it’s a career thing i just need a job for now #preferably retail bc that’s what i’ve always done and i’m extremely opposed to the idea of a serving job #anyway it shouldn’t really matter that much bc it’s gonna be temporary #but i’m not the type to change jobs often (i’ve only ever had 2 and they’re the one i got laid off from and the one i’m still on demand at) #so wherever i end up working i’m planning on staying for at least a couple years so i want it to be something i at least somewhat enjoy #it just sucks so much having to go through this whole process #bc i was planning on staying at this last job until i finished school and possibly longer #and now i don’t have that option bc they let me go with no warning and no explanation #and i loved that job so i’ve been extremely depressed ever since i got the call #which just makes the whole unemployment/applying for new jobs thing so much harder #and i wish i could stop whining about it but it’s literally all i can think about i’m just! so unhappy rn! #vent #lj.txt

[shanastoryteller]

ROSES ARE RED, AND THIS IS BEDONKS
CAN I PRETTY PLEASE HAVE SOME PERCY AND TONKS 🌹💖

“What’s going on with Percy?”

Kingsley looks ups from his paperwork to find Amelia looming over him. Not exactly a common occurrence, since he’s well over a foot taller than her. “Brooks?”

“Merlin, don’t speak to me about Percy Brooks,” she says, pulling a face. She’s the one who brought him up! “Weasley.”

He blinks several times, rolling through Arthur’s children until he lands on the appropriate redhead. A bit uptight, considering his parentage, but Molly can fret with the best of them up until she gets fed up and settles matters with her wand. “I could get Tonks in here, if you want.”

“Do they know each other?” she asks in interest. “They were in different houses, and a couple years apart.”

How does she know that? He knew that, but it was against his will. “Tonks is dating him. Or trying? I’m not totally clear on the specifics despite her best efforts.”

He hadn’t anticipated how much work it would take for him to dodge a trainee determined to complain to him about her love life. It speaks well of her future in the field, at least. Or poorly of his own abilities, but he’s fairly confident in those, so he’s comfortable giving her the credit here.

“Great, a harassment case waiting to happen for our department,” she says dryly.

He rolls his eyes. “The only person he’s complaining about it to is Tonks. Who takes it as encouragement. Which, considering the cause and effect, it very well might be.”

“That’s what I’m talking about,” Amelia says. “What’s what this kid?”

Kingsley is lost again. “Can you get a little more specific?”

“Crouch’s department has become efficient, and dare I saw, effective over the last couple months. It’s certainly got nothing to do to with Crouch, since he’s been useless for nearly a decade. The only thing that’s changed is Percy. Who attends every meeting, claiming Crouch sent him to take notes, and then memos and policy get signed and sent out of Crouch’s office when I know for a fact Crouch is too busy harassing me to do his damn job.”

He tries to avoid the obvious answer because it’s the most ridiculous. “You think it’s him?”

“Who else?” she returns.

Well. “Do you… want me to arrest him?”

“What good would that do?” she demands. “The department is operating smoothly for once. I want to know what his deal is. Is he loyal to Crouch? Plotting against us? Just really passionate about bottom thickness?”

Not according to Tonks.

Uhg.

If he was alone, he’d bang his head on his desk until he’s unable to remember what Tonks’s voice sounded like and then maybe he’d know peace.

“Everyone’s got to start somewhere,” he says. “You’re noticing. Maybe that’s what he’s after.”

“I’m noticing because I notice everything. He’s taking significant steps to ensure people don’t notice. How’s he supposed to get promoted that way? Or transferred?” She shakes her head. “He’s doing it for a reason. Do me a favor and find out.”

Why can’t she ask him something simple, like hiding a body or burying evidence?

Now he has to spend his lunch break listening to Tonks talk about her not-boyfriend.

#hii! #prompt answers #prompts are closed #asks #lance-with-a-chance-of-anxiety #harry potter #siat #last valentines day prompt!! #DAYS before the end of the month too!! #which is so good for me

[wherenymphsroam]

I READ DAD BOD LEON AND LIKE JDFKD imagine praising him and getting him all flustered and needy and just 😭 he is such a hottie I NEED HIM sorry im just a lil feral abt him

GRAHHHH YES !!!!

cw: leon finally in his retirement era ??? (probably not canon but we can only hope), chubby leon, older leon, body worship, very light scent thing, a messy blowjob, he’s insecure at first the poor thing, uhhhh not proofread <3

w/c: 1.5k

like, leon is sooooo relieved when he’s (somehow) allowed to retire. genuinely probably just passes out for a good couple of days, drowsy and catching up on years of sleep he missed for a month or so. takes things day by day, waning contentedly through different hobbies, interests, just trying to like…. find his personality back after basically becoming the governments dog for the most of his adult life.

and some things really like … don’t click at first.

that he’s not nearly as active without the physically demanding day to day. the mission every other month or so that sheds him of all his bodies resources, the ones that basically force upon him that consistently low body fat percentage. sure, he still works out because at this point, it’s weird Not To after putting in so much physical work for so long.

but he’s older now, his metabolism has changed. commercial gyms don’t exactly offer the same amount of intensity that his body is so used to having to work through. and naturally, parts of him grow complacent. he eats more, rightfully so. actually has the time to go out to eat on a consistent basis, and doordash is viewed as a god sent app.

he doesn’t really notice the pounds that have crept up on him until suddenly his favorite pair of jeans doesn’t need a belt to keep them up anymore. it’s when he tucks in his shirt for a more upscale night out that he realizes his button down is more fitted against him than maybe it was the last time he dug out his nicer clothes.

but once he realizes it, he shies away from it, avoids changing in front of mirrors. and when he starts refusing to change in front of you that you notice.

sure, leon was always attractive in your eyes. but it was never the muscles, the trim ‘v’ of his waistline that kept you around. you loved him, genuinely so. and to have him around more often, able to revel in some of the domestic things you couldn’t exactly soak up when he was still an agent? it’s like heaven on earth with him.

so when you notice the slight increase in his weight — the softness that begins to pad his strong biceps when he wraps his arms around you from behind, the extra bit you’re able to hold onto when you hug him — you don’t point it out. it’s welcomed, has you touching him a bit more than maybe necessary nowadays.

the first time he abruptly turns around when you walk in while he was changing, you don’t question it. it’s when he starts to dim the lights before the two of you topple onto the bed in a passionate display that you grow suspicious. your last straw is plucked when he starts coming to bed with a shirt on. an oversized one at that. he had never worn shirts to bed before, always complained about the materials feeling against him becoming irritating throughout the night.

he tries to deny when you first confront him. plays off the way the newfound pliant skin of his sides swells out over the top of his jeans waistband. shakes his head and makes a face at you, even goes so far as to roll his eyes when you reason with him, pointing out his recent ‘preference’ of keeping the lights lower when you fuck.

“I think you’re imagining this, sweetheart. I’m still sexy,” he reasons cheekily, trying to distract you with his cheesy nature.

“I didn’t say you’re not sexy,” you sigh, shaking your head. “You’re definitely still sexy. I’m just saying you look sexy with the extra bit on you,” you hum, leaning against the bedroom door.

it takes Leon a second, trying to allow ‘sexiness’ and ‘weight’ to coexist in his head. at least not in terms of himself. he loved women, all shapes and bodies and weights included. it was a no brainer to say that yes, your logic that sexiness could coexist with more weight was correct. but on him…? he’s Leon Kennedy. he’s not fat.

“Nor am I saying you’re fat, not by a long shot,” you continue, knowing all too well what that look on his face meant. the one he wore when he was thinking too hard about something.

he tries not to flinch when your hands reach out, capturing his sides. tries to stifle the sound that wants to escape when he realizes how much more sensitive the skin there is now with the extra weight. but the pounding of his heart and heat emanating off his body tells you all you need to know. so you continue.

you’re unashamed in how you explore how pliant his sides are now, in how you trace along where the firm cut lines of his abs formerly were. gently pinching and filling your fingers with the extra skin that lies over his lower abdomen, flattening your palm over the swell there and letting it fill your palm. his breath hitches, hands twitching at his sides, itching to slide your hands off him. he yearns to step out of your grasp, but knows that’ll be too telling. so he lets you continue, let’s you have your fun.

the button of his jeans pops audibly, and it’s clear that maybe he’s gonna have to let his favorite pair go pretty soon. but that’s okay. it’s obvious how okay it is when you slide his shirt up, up, up and out of the way. when your lips finds his sternum, trailing up and down its length before moving on to his pecs. silently appreciating how they’ve swelled a bit, how the hair that scatters across his skin has seemingly spread more. you tuck your nose in, inhaling him appreciatively when you slide your fingers under the waistband of his jeans, start to shimmy the denim down.

and oh god, you’re slowly lowering yourself, letting your lips ghost over his stomach now. you’ve grown sloppier, greedier in how you lick up the salt of his skin, bite into and suck at the pliant flesh. as if a fever had overcome you.

and really, that’s not all that far fetched of an idea. it was like you were seeing him naked for the first time all over again. except he’s softer, warmer… easier to paw and play with. responsive when your hands knead at his sides, his pecs. breathless and panting when he realizes his nipples are more sensitive for some reason when you drag the pads of your thumbs over them.

he could’ve gone bright pink when you ask him to strip completely. in front of the mirror no less. but he obliges, although begrudgingly. maybe a bit more hesitantly when you roll your desk chair over in front of the floor to ceiling mirror, instructing him to sit down. but that dissolves when you settle on your knees in front of it, as if sweetening the deal.

he doesn’t expect you to be so …. eager when you finally get yours hands on him. but fuck does he look good. softened thighs spread, the perfect mix between strong and soft in front of you. his soft cock, laid oh so prettily between them, ever so full balls nestled there. you really can’t help how quickly you find yourself burying your face into him, breathing him in and mouthing at his thighs.

your hands are greedy, so very greedy in how you grab at him. his thighs, the stomach that’s started to rest on them. his pecs you reach up to paw at when you realize they’ve started to create a crease between his chest and his stomach from below.

and at first, he doesn’t believe you when you tell him he looks even better like this. that if anything, you prefer him like this. doesn’t want to hear it when you try to coax him into repeating affirmations about himself, keeps his eyes off his reflection in the mirror.

but of course, he’s a weak man. you’re sat on your knees between his spread thighs, your ass practically begging to be ogled in those jeans.

and that’s what he focuses on at first. tries not to notice how you have to tilt your head slightly when you take him in your mouth, how you have to hold his tummy when you suck him off to keep it from inhabiting how far down you can get on his length. but as the heat in his body grows, as you get sloppier with spit dribbling down your chin, he has no choice but to look down at you.

and at that point, he can’t find it in him to care about the swell of his lower abdomen. he isn’t very worried about how much more space his thighs take up on the chair when you dip one of his balls into your mouth, licking and warming and soaking them in your feverish attempt to make him feel how sexy he is to you.

but by the time he’s coming ropes onto your pretty face, he finally gives in. finally obliges you fully and admits that maybe… maybe he was still sexy as fuck. maybe he did look better, healthier with the retirement weight on him.

#GRRRRRRRUFF EUFF #RUFF RUFF AWOOOOO #howling at the moon rn #chubby Leon is so important to me #chubby leon #leon kennedy x reader smut #leon kennedy x you #leon s kennedy x reader #leon kennedy imagine #leon x reader #leon kennedy x reader #leon kennedy smut #leon kennedy fanfic #someone push him into retirement already please #late night stroll.˚. ✦.˳·˖✶ ⋆.✧̣̇˚. #fairies. 𐦍 #yaps. ˚₊‧꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚˚

[strawberryya]

notice me!

pairing: jihoon x reader

synopsis: Your boyfriend has a hectic life, but he usually has at least a little time to spare for his girlfriend. Now it has been two months since he last spent some alone time with you and you're losing your mind just a little over it... luckily, angry make-up sex can solve any problem!

word count: 2.1k

genre/cw: smut, angry sex, also make-up sex, established relationship, feeling neglected in relationship and bad ways of handling said feeling, unprotected sex, manhandling, light choking, fem reader, musician/producer! woozi.

rating: 18+

a/n: I had a moment a couple weeks ago where I wrote this whole thing in one hour in the middle of the night, and then I forgot about it and now I'm in shock just a little bit... anyhow, yay angry sex with wooziiii

network tagging: @svthub @cultofdionysusnet @k-labels @kvanity-main

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You watched your boyfriend of two years looking at his phone, scrolling mindlessly across whatever app he found more interesting than his girlfriend sitting on the other end of the couch. You were barely wearing anything, a large t-shirt barely covering the sexy lingerie you had put on for tonight. 

“Jihoon, it’s been two months.” 

You wanted him to notice you. He had barely been home at your shared apartment for weeks. You knew his work was demanding, and that he gave it his all no matter what. But you have been feeling neglected lately. He had been coming home late, crashing on the couch instead of sleeping in your bed. Only giving you a chaste kiss before running off to work the next morning with a groggy “Sorry I missed dinner last night,” as a greeting. 

He hadn’t touched you in two months. You had counted the days, and after three weeks you were wondering if he wasn’t stressing too much about the latest album. After six weeks you had been feeling too horny for your own good, and your toys weren’t fulfilling your needs anymore. You wanted to feel him again. It didn’t matter how many times you came. It didn’t hit the spot. After two entire months of him being abstinent, you had begun getting snarky at the smallest things he did wrong. 

Jihoon looked up from his phone at your statement. He carelessly scratched his chin, making your pussy clench at the memory of those perfect hands being all over your body once upon a time. “Two months? Of what?” 

“Of you acting like a damn nun,” you said, dead serious. 

“A nun?!” He gasped out. 

“Yes! A nun!” You shouted back at him. 

He looked you over, sitting at the other end of the couch, dolled up more than usual and staring at him as if he had offended yuo great grandmother by existing. Then it seemed to click in his mind. “Oh,” was all he said.

Two months? Had it been that long? He knew very well that he had been resisting his urges, but he had managed for two entire months? He had been so busy with the new album, he had been staying late at the studio every day and waking up rushing back to the studio to put the new ideas he got during the night into reality. Two months without sex, and a pissed off girlfriend because of it. 

“I’m sorry?” 

You looked at him like he was an equation, mouth open just a bit as you stared at him in shock. “You’re sorry? What the fuck does that mean?” He was so clueless, you thought as you watched the dumb face he was making. (You still wanted that stupid handsome face of his to eat you out until you cried, but that was besides the point.)

Jihoon knew he had fucked up, you were pissed off and picking a fight, and he hadn’t made it better by not even knowing that he hadn’t slept with you in two whole months. 

“Do you even care? Because you don’t seem to care one bit about it since you didn’t even know! Do you not like me anymore? Are you not attracted to me anymore? Are you in love with someone else? Why the fuck would you go and cheat on me?!”

He stared at you in complete surprise. Cheating? “Hold up- hold up! What are you talking about?!” He said, flabbergasted at the way you seemed to have drawn the most far-fetched conclusions to this problem you could’ve possibly thought of. “I’ve been busy with the comeback! Please, baby, why are you acting crazy?” 

He shouldn’t have said that, he knew it the second the word left his perfectly plump lips. 

“Crazy? Did you just call me crazy? You haven’t seen crazy, you fucking asshole!” You shouted as you stormed out of the room. You were packing your bags, if he didn’t want to be with you anymore you wouldn’t be the one to stop him from moving on and sleeping with whoever else he wanted. Because it sure as hell wouldn’t be you after he had just called you crazy for noticing that he wasn’t interested in you anymore. 

“What are you doing?? Why are you messing up the apartment? Are you leaving?” he shouted, seemingly surprised that you didn’t feel like staying in an apartment that he was hellbent on making a girlfriend-free zone. 

“Yeah, I’m fucking leaving,” you grunt, shoving some shirts into your bag. You wouldn’t be able to grab it all but at least you could make it with the stuff you were throwing into it for a while. Y9ou could always borrow your friends’ stuff until you could get back all your clothes. “You’re pissing me off and I don’t wanna hate you.”

Jihoon was by the bedroom door now, hands pushing his hair out of his face as he watched you angrily packing your bags. How had he fucked up so badly that his girlfriend wanted to leave him like this? 

“Hate me? Baby, I really don’t know what I did to mess up this bad…” 

Of course, he didn’t understand, because apparently, your boyfriend was a freaking master at staying “pure”. He hadn’t even spent a single thought on you and what he could do with you. He only cared about his music. And you wouldn’t be the one to stand in his way if thats how he truly felt. 

“You don’t know?! Look at me Jihoon!” You threw the t-shirt off your body in an angry fit, making your boyfriend’s eyes widen. “I’ve been waiting for you to notice me, to care even a bit about me- about us- for months!! And tonight, I just can’t do this anymore. I’m losing my mind because you won’t fuck me, how stupid is that?” You nearly sobbed as you made it clear that you were frustrated in more than one way. You were so mad at him, and still, you couldn’t help but admire the way he looked so hot even now, his long black hair falling in pretty curls around his face and his lips shiny and pink. He looked so kissable it was like he was teasing you just by existing. 

“You got me all addicted to your cock and then you fucking left me to go through some kind of twisted withdrawal.” 

He gulped, his adam's apple moving in his throat, you didn’t even care to look at him anymore, you were angrily throwing your shit into the bag on the bed yet again, bent over and flaunting the tiny piece of fabric that tried it’s best to cover your ass. “You don’t even care,” you rumbled as you stuffed more things into the bag. He took in the way the lace set hugged your curves deliciously, he had been so busy with everything he hadn’t even noticed his own cravings. He had ignored it all for so long. 

“Shut up.”

His voice was deep, and commanding. Your breath caught in your throat, surprise and need mixing in an arousing blend that went straight to your head. “Excuse me?” Your movements paused completely. When you heard his footsteps approaching you hastily you looked at him, his gaze was darkened, and your core clenched around nothing as he pulled the bag from your grasp. Throwing it on the ground before he pushed your barely clothed body into the bed. 

“You think I don’t fucking care anymore just because you haven’t gotten dick in a couple weeks? Are you that desperate to be stretched like a little whore?” He growled in your ear, his bulge evident in the way he pressed against your ass. “I care, and I see you. So shut up.” 

You gasped at his harsh movements, neediness soaking your panties in record time. God, you were pathetic. 

“I haven’t eaten, I haven’t slept, and I sure as hell haven’t let myself even think about this sweet pussy of yours. I’ve been denying myself it all. But you’re right…” his hand pressed against your throat where you laid face down on the bed, “I’ve been neglecting you. You wanna know why? It’s because I knew that if I so much as looked at you, or held you in my arms while you slept so innocently, I wouldn’t be able to help myself. I wouldn’t have been able to do anything but fuck your tight little pussy all day and night.” His growling voice set off all kinds of sparks in your core. You needed him, now. 

You pushed your ass up against him, eating a groan from your boyfriend. “Such a little slut,” he mumbled, letting go of your throat and pulling himself back from you completely. You were dizzy from the hold around your throat, his perfect hands remembering just the way you liked to feel them around you. You were about to whine when his touch left your body when you heard the familiar shuffling of his clothes falling off his body. You wanted to see it, take his form in properly after all these weeks. But he was faster, pushing you back down against the bed before you got up. 

His erection pressed against your heat, making you moan as he prodded against the soaked fabric covering your entrance. 

“Jihoon, please,” you mewled, wiggling underneath his firm body. 

“Wanna shut up and let me fuck you then since you’re so fucking needy?” 

“Please, yes! Anything! Please fuck me!” You almost cried as you pleaded with him. 

“Sobbing over cock, you really are such a dirty girl for me.” He groaned as he let his pretty hands smooth over one of your asscheeks, smacking down hard and leaving a burning sting after him. Even that felt good. You needed him more than you had ever needed anything in your life. 

You felt him pull the sticky fabric from your core, pushing it aside in favor of pushing the head of his hard cock against your messy pussy. “I’m about to drown in you later tonight, just you wait.” He whispered before pushing past your entrance, slipping inside, your walls lubing his cock up as he entered. He ignored the way you were so tight it almost hurt to push all the way inside, your moaned pleas for him to go deeper, and the way you were gripping the sheets while he pushed all of himself inside of your dripping heat enough of a reason to push through. It had been so long since he had felt your walls gripping around him that he could’ve spilled his seed into you right then and there. 

He pulled himself together soon enough, thrusting into you at a brutal pace. Your ass which you had pushed up to meet his hips at first had been completely overpowered by the sheer force he was fucking you into the mattress with. You were coming for the first time within minutes. Screaming and sobbing as you finally came around him. He continued, repeating to you what a good toy you were, and how good of a girl you had been for holding out for him this long. 

When you were moaning again, closing in on a second orgasm he told you to come again. Lifting your ass up to balance you on your knees and chest, one of his arms wrapping around your hip to reach your clit, pressing down on it while he let his cock slip in and out effortlessly. Your arousal dripped down your thighs. You came undone and sobbed as he continued to overstimulate your abused cunt. 

He continued fucking you until he couldn’t take it anymore, his own orgasm crashing into him with such force it knocked the breath from his lungs. 

“That was one hell of an apology,” you said, breathless and still leaking cum, exhausted after having all your pent-up frustrations released all at once like this. 

Jihoon chuckled, a sound you had missed these past weeks as well. He really had been unusually absent in your life. It wasn’t just about the sex, you had missed him a lot. “I’m sorry for not being around as much,” he said, dragging a gentle hand over your back. You hadn’t had the energy to move a once from the position he had dropped your hips from once he had pulled out. 

“I just missed you, I’m sorry for lashing out.” 

“Don’t worry about it, just… next time you should just ask me to fuck you instead of threatening to leave me.”

You were embarrassed now, you had acted like a complete maniac, but my god - if that’s how he fucked a maniac, you wanted to stay crazy for the rest of eternity. 

Reblogging and commenting is highly appreciated!! Hearing what you thought is what makes writing and being here overall so much fun! Ty and ily 💕

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[meibinnie]

txt and their kinks

pairing: ot5 x afab reader

genre: smut

warnings: breeding kink, unprotected sex (don't do this), dirty talk, spit play, somnophilia, sexy consent, spanking, and choking. mdni, if i catch you, you're gone.

note: i think terry's is my favorite one i wrote. erm kinda proof read, i got tired.

soobin

definitely has a breeding kink, no doubt about it. basically anything that has to do with you being pregnant, he has the hots for. he already has a thing for boobs (source: dude trust me) so when you’re lactating he’d wanna suck on them. 

the first time you proposed to have sex without a condom he almost jumped out his skin. poor guy damn near went stupid from how many times he spilled into you that night. he held onto you has he thrusted at a fast pace, grunting in your ear, “ ‘mm gonna make you a sexy mommy y/n” “c'mon you can take another load” and “i’m gonna breed you over and over again, make you mine forever”. 

he liked watching his cum leak out of you and ruin the sheets. sometimes he’d stuff it back into you just to see you squirm under his touch. he’d even take pictures (with your consent ofc) to keep and get off to, when you’re not around. 

yeonjun

yeonjun has a filthy mouth point blank period. his pretty lips are so damn deceiving. he whispers, grunts and moans explicit yet endearing words  in your ears. “yeah just like that you needy bitch” “that’s my perfect slut” “too cock drunk to answer me huh?” 

tonight was different though, he had you on your back as he thrusted into you. not too fast but not quite love making. he leans down to kiss you a couple of times like always. he loves your lips just as much as you love his. he shocks you when he demands you “open your mouth for me princess” and of course you obey, always so good for him. 

he leans down, spitting a glob of his saliva into your mouth. you close and swallow because how could you not take every bit of him? he cums at the sight of you swallowing him like that, can’t help but to kiss you and exchange more saliva than he already has. 

beomgyu

it took a lot  for him to admit it to  you even though  you were very open minded. he wanted to wait for you to bring it up first  but you never did because “hmm, that’s news to me. i’ve never heard of that but, if it makes you happy then sure” you said with a sweet smile.

beomgyu let weeks go by because he just couldn’t work up the courage to do it. he was nervous but then he came home late from dance  practice and there you were. sprawled out on his bed with only underwear and his t-shirt on. you looked so pretty and he just couldn’t help himself.

so he slipped his clothes off and pressed up against your back. he kissed and sucked on your neck and you were sound asleep. he peppered so many kisses, leaving little purple bruises for you to find the next morning.  now dry humping you from behind, he held in his moans and grunts to not wake you. he strained and held back, “i’ll just cum from this and be done” he tried to convince himself.

but he couldn’t take it anymore, it wasn’t enough,  he needed to be inside you. he pushed your panties to the side, slowly sliding his length inside of you. you let out a small whimper, knitting your brows together causing him to halt. once you settled again, he set a slow and steady pace. 

“mm gyu, keep going” your tired words egged him on. “feels good right?” he said sweat coating the sides of his face. all you could do was whine sleepy, poor baby barely coherent but loving the feeling regardless. his orgasm washed over him, making him see stars.  once you followed suit, he stayed inside you and you both drifted off to sleep.

taehyun

taehyun was a simple guy. sex with him wasn’t boring, it was easy for him to find out what you liked and he knew what he liked or so he thought. he didn’t think he’d have any specific kinks until a wild night with you after returning home from tour. taehyun hadn’t seen you for 6 months and phone sex just wasn’t doing the job anymore.

when he finally got home and you were riding him into complete bliss (because those strong arms holding your hips while you straddle him? whew) fully stuffed, you moaned “taehyun slap me”. he’d never hit a woman before, ever and he didn’t plan on it. but this was different, you were asking. “please baby, right in my face” no you were begging. your eyes watering, a thin layer of sweat coating your forehead and your lips plump from kissing and biting. how could he tell you no? 

so he took his left hand  ;)  and slapped you across the face. it wasn’t enough, it was unmoving and you wanted more. you bounced on his cock faster “harder baby” you sighed. were you serious? he didn’t want to hurt you but he saw that look in your eye, like if he didn’t slap the life out of you, you’d burst into tears. so he slapped you harder, making your head turn and your hair whip right along with it. “fuck yes, just like that baby” you moaned loudly, once again picking up your pace. turning to face him again, the side of your face turning red from the impact.

he could come right then and there but why stop? every time you moved down on his length, he spanked your ass and grabbed it roughly, definitely leaving a mark. you loved every bit of it, cumming on his cock and coming down from your high with a red face and a lopsided smile. he was so shocked he liked something so enticing and violent but he got to see you so gorgeous and fucked out so it became routine.

huening kai 

you were hanging out with some of your friends and the boys at your apartment for a game night. playing uno, everyone makes up their own rules and you’d have to stop the game a bunch. “huening you cannot put a 6 and 7 down just because they’re the same color” beomgyu face palmed. kai didn’t care, still putting down the two cards incorrectly. “baby, pick one of them back up or pick up two cards from the deck” you playfully scolded him. “make me” he threatened. 

you pushed past beomgyu knocking kai over and straddling him, tickling his sides. “i don’t care, im not picking up cards” he said in between laughs. your hand went up to his neck wrapping your fingers around it, not tight enough to block his windpipe but he went dead silent and got red hot. 

it felt like the world stopped and he grew a boner at record speed. he sat up quickly, pushing you off of him disturbed and everyone exchanged uncomfortable looks. “i think we should call it a night and pick it up next time” beomgyu broke the silence. 

everyone left just leaving you and kai, you checked up on him in your shared room. “kai, did i make you uncomfortable? i’m sorry, i didn’t mean to” you started apologizing already. “no y/n you didn’t. i  just-” he cut himself off, shaking his head. “you know you can tell me anything, right?” you put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. 

“you choked me, and i liked it. i liked it a lot. there, you happy?” he said quickly and avoiding eye contact. “baby, that’s nothing to be embarrassed about. actually just the thought of it is making me so wet” you whispered in his ear. 

the tips of his ears turned red and he finally made eye contact with you. the rest of the night consisted in multiple rounds of sex and you choking him while he laid down, and you rode him into oblivion.

#tomorrow x together #kpop smut #smut #ot5 #ot5 forever #choi soobin #choi yeonjun #choi beomgyu #kang taehyun #hueningkai #txt x reader #afab reader

[xieni-logs]

arlan x reader who is a part of the nameless?

sorry if im asking to much omg

Seven Days

a/n: the request was kind of vague so I’m so sorry if this isn’t what you wanted! reader is part of the astral express because they’re technically the nameless

arlan is always a little more sad than he lets on when you leave. he knows you cant stay forever, but he wishes you'd stay longer. though, he understands. you both have your own lives and duties you follow; him on herta's space station and you on the astral express.

you try your best to visit him as often as you can, but the astral express's next location is decided on a vote. unfortunately, you're often outvoted when you suggest the next location be herta's space station for the umpteenth time in a row. every couple weeks, the astral express crew takes pity and end up at herta's space station. don't worry, you aren't bothering them. caelus/stelle has to visit herta and test her simulated world so you aren't the only one that needs and wants to visit the space station.

the astral express spends an average of seven days at each stop.

on the first day, you spend a good portion of the day looking for arlan. poor him, always so busy with a such a demanding boss. when you do manage to track him down, he's busy running around doing his tasks. he'll spare you a minute or two but that's all he can afford, unfortunately. you asked if you could stay in his room but he began getting flustered and denied saying “it’s not really clean so I wouldn’t want you to stay there- I mean I do but it’s messy and I don’t want you dirty.” you’re a little disappointed, you won’t lie.

the second day is far better than the first. he told you where and when to meet him. he's taking his lunch break at exactly 1:35pm so meet him by the vending machines, yeah? you spend roughly an hour with him; eating, talking, even playing holodisc with peppy! then he’s back to work. you’re free to go around the space station the rest of the time, or you can spend time on the express or hanging around in arlan’s room. arlan cleaned out his room so now you’re free to enter! after a long day of work and knowing you’re on the ship but he can’t meet you, arlan gladly melts in your arm as you both drift to sleep.

the third day is like the second, only you get a little more intimate with arlan. it’s odd really, he gets really shy after not seeing you for weeks. ok, in his defense, he hasn’t held hands or kissed anyone in weeks- months! it feels kind of weird to do it again, but he likes it. meeting arlan again is learning physical touch all over again. from holding hands with him being as stiff as a board and hugging but he forgot where his arms go to him acting like you guys are about to kiss for the first time, it’s honestly adorable. he’s pretty quick with getting used to physical touch again so by day 3, you’re back to naturally holding hands, hugging, and kisses! this time, you don’t sleep in his room at night. instead, you and arlan sleep in your cabin on the astral express!

the fourth day is probably the best, at least more fun day. he gave his personal leave notice on the first day and it only got approved for today. you and arlan are free to do whatever you want the whole day! maybe because it’s the most laid back day the two of you have, you both end up sleeping in. and once you wake up, you spend the next couple hours over a cup of coffee as you and arlan talk about anything and everything. unfortunately, there aren’t many date options for your situation so this is your best pick. the two of you enjoy the day together, enjoying each other’s company after a long time of not having it. at the end of the day, you both go back to the space station and end up asleep in arlan’s room.

when you wake up on the sixth day, arlan is gone. he’s off working, while you laid in his bed. it always feels a little lonely and melancholy on the sixth day. but this is the day you often pay a visit to asta and enjoy a chat over some tea with her. there’s not much you can do on this day, not much you want to do anyways. you’d make multiple rounds around the station, and bump into arlan if you’re lucky. small chats before he has to get back to the task at hand are sadly the only times you can talk to him. arlan misses you too, don’t think it’s one sided. he really is trying his best to hurry up with all his assignments but herta is a terrible boss; the faster he does them, the more he has to do.

sometimes you wish the seventh day never comes. it’s another day of only being with arlan during his short breaks. but its the worst day because you know there's no tomorrow to see him again. you'll wait weeks and weeks for a chance to see him again. to spend a short seven days with him.

so until you see him again, little goodmornings and goodnights sent seemingly at random due to the time differences, calls that go from minutes to hours long, and a lot of pictures of things around the both of you sent to each other will have to do.

more a/n: i wanted to write about arlan visiting you on the astral express but it might be too much so maybe a second part/version to this. ended up writing this on the car on a 3 hour road trip, not edited or anything! not sure what to name this either so it’s kinda random lol

#honkai star rail x reader #honkai star rail #honkai star rail arlan #arlan x reader #hsr arlan #honkai star rail drabbles #word vomit #arlan #can you tell I didn’t know how to end this? #i tried to make it fluffy at the end #probably would’ve been better as angst though #xieni's requests #honkai star rail imagines

[darnell-la]

Hi there :)

I'm the anon that put in the request for a non-con Colby Brock fic. As for the premise I'm leaving it all up to you and your comfort levels with the subject matter.

Thank you so much for responding and even considering writing it <3

Hope you have a lovely day <3

3rd persons pov

It’s currently a Friday night, leaving Sam and Colby stressing on what to film. They constantly get requests, but this weekend is the first weekend in months that they have with their friends. They’ve been traveling a lot lately.

Y/n isn’t new to the group, but she’s barely around. She and Colby used to talk, but that ended quickly. It didn’t even take them a month to break whatever they had, up. Colby was too obsessed and overprotective.

She’s currently sitting on the couch with the group, laughing and talking about how scary the place is that they’re going to explore tonight.

Y/n’s a very forgiving person, and this is why she’s sitting next to Colby. Sometimes they still seem like they’re dating, but they’re not. They just had so much chemistry together that it’s hard to stay friends.

When they do argue though, things go sideways. He usually makes a big deal in private so people won’t see him for what he really is but in public, they just make smart comments about each other.

Y/n hasn’t talked to Sam about the way Colby acts, no matter how many times Sam asks her. They’ve been best friends for too long for them both to argue over someone Colby has known for only a couple of years.

“Hide in seek at an abandoned mall?” Sam asked the group. They’re just naming things to do for his and Colby’s YouTube channel. “Yeah, sound good honestly,” Kevin said as the others agreed.

The group got up and began to put their shoes on. Colby would glance at y/n every once in a while, as she was busy talking to Tara.

Colby can’t seem to get her out of his head. He’s still angry at her for leaving him, just because he was trying to make her better for him.

Why would a boyfriend want his girlfriend out all night at a house party? Why does a boyfriend want his girlfriend to have close boyfriends? He can’t stand her around any dude. All of their argument involved another man.

“Hey, y/n? Could I, uh, barrow to you for a second?” Colby asked as he walked up to her and Tara. “Of course,” she smiled and walked off with Colby to the kitchen in his shared house.

“So, uh, who will you be partnered with while me and Sam seek?” He asked. “No one, actually. I like doing things alone, but I’ll be close to others maybe,” she said, making Colby bite down on his lips.

He’s been trying his best to keep himself from being his old self, but it’s hard for y/n. Why the fuck would she walk around an abandoned mall by herself?

“Don’t you think that’s dangerous?” Colby asked. “Yeah, but we’re all doing it. Plus we won’t be too far from each other,” she said. “Yeah, but you’ll still be alone. Like, that’s not safe,” Colby said.

“I know, Colby, but I got myself, okay? Plus Max might hide with me,” y/n said low, not wanting to make this a big deal. “Oh, so you’re dating again?” Colby asked, sounding angry.

“So what if I am? We’re too old to be holding in something that clearly couldn’t work in any way possible,” y/n said as Colby chuckled, trying to keep himself calm.

“You’re very bold for saying that,” he said. “Bold? This has nothing to do with being bold. We simply just can’t work out,” y/n said. “Well maybe if you weren’t so thoughtless, we could have,” Colby fired back.

“Thoughtless? No, what’s thoughtless is you being insecure then trying to make me feel bad for shit I didn’t even know you didn’t like. You couldn’t even be an adult and ask me to do better. You demanded me, and I don’t do that shit,” y/n began to get angry.

“Well you should have, and maybe you wouldn’t be running around trying to find someone like me,” Colby started getting cocky. “I’m definitely not trying to find another you. I’m searching hard for the complete opposite,” Y/n said.

Y/n rolled her eyes as she took a couple of steps out of the kitchen, but was yanked back by her arm by Colby. She went to tell him to stop, and that it hurt, but he pushed her up against the wall and gripped her neck tightly.

“You’ll never find anyone better than me, y/n. Never! So I’d advise you to drop this I’ve moved on act, and come back to me with an apology,” Colby said as y/n gasped for air.

“Don’t make me wait any longer,” Colby said before letting her neck go and walking off. Y/n coughed as a few tears ran down her cheek. This is why they can’t be together.

“Holly shit, where are you guys!?” Y/n heard Sam yell in the mall as him and Colby were searching to find everyone. They have 12 people to find, which won’t be so easy. Y/n’s off alone since Max wanted to hide somewhere scarier. She wanted to stay in the light.

Walking around an abandoned mall is pretty scary, yet very nice and lovely.

It’s true what Colby said though. Y/n shouldn’t be alone, but who is he to try and keep her safe? He’s so ignorant. Y/n loves Colby but there are too many things off about him.

Y/n walked along the lights, staring at all the art painted on these run-down walls as everyone’s probably scared in the dark. She laughed to herself, knowing she could never sit in the dark for an hour and wait for someone to find her.

“It’s pretty dangerous up here,” y/n turned around quickly at the familiar voice. “Bro, what the fuck, Colby,” y/n said, actually feeling her heart rise faster than it has ever gotten.

“I told you, yet you still fucking did it,” Colby shook his head. “You know,” Colby scoffed, seeming angry already, which she knows doesn’t take him long. “That’s why we never worked out,” Colby said, causing y/n to take a deep breath, already annoyed with him.

“Because you’re so damn full of yourself. You never fucking listen and you make sure to do things to fuck with me. Is that why you’re ducking around with Max?” Colby asked.

“Colby, that’s none of your business,” Y/n said as he slowly started walking towards her. “Yes, it is. You’re my business, y/n, so answer the fucking question. Are you fucking with Max to get back at me?” Colby asked.

“You guys don’t even talk. So what would that even bother you?” Y/n asked. He’s not a step away from her. “Because we’re not done,” he said. “Yes, we are, Colby,” Y/n said, which she shouldn’t have.

Next thing she knew, Colby’s hand was around her neck and she was pulled around a corner and slammed into a wall. Colby pressed his body against her so she couldn’t go anywhere.

“You just don’t understand, don’t you?” Colby asked as he unzipped his pants. “Colby, stop it! Let me go!” She tried saying loudly but the grip on her neck wouldn’t let her.

“The moment you gave me a chance was the moment you became mine no matter what. So that I broke up with you shit, doesn’t me dick to me,” Colby growled in her ear.

Colby pulled y/n off of the wall and then detached his hand from her neck, just to connect them through her hair and push her down to the floor. Now she’s on her knees, trying to make him let her go, but he won’t.

“It’s time to put you back where you belong,” Colby said, seconds before forcing his cock down her throat. She’s done this a lot. Even when he used to force himself in her mouth, it was never in a situation like this.

She began bagging and tearing up and he groaned and fucked her face. “Fucking hell, y/‘n. You still suck cock perfectly,” he said as she struggled to keep her eyes open.

“Just like old times when you loved being stuffed. But now you’re a little stuck-up bitch, and forcing me to do this,” he fake pouted before slamming balls deep into her mouth.

“Fuck,” he groaned as he used his free hand to grab the side of her face. He pushed her head back, causing her to be pinned against the wall as he used her mouth for pleasure and punishment.

Y/n’s been crying, hating herself for even meeting Colby. She should have never given him a chance. Who knew he would have ended up like this with her? He just seemed too sweet, but in actuality, he’s a fucking monster.

“You take me so well, baby. If only you listened, I would be going easy on you,” Colby looked into the poor girl's eyes as his thrust got sloppy and he eventually came into her mouth with a loud groan.

Colby pushed Y/n off of him, causing her to fall to the ground. He fixed himself up and then quickly pulled her to her feet by her hair as she whined.

“This was a warning,” Colby said. He looked at her glazed lips as he hit his own. She doesn’t know how perfect she is for him. “I caught you!” Colby yelled loudly to make it seem like he found y/n.

“Act normal or we’ll have a problem,” Colby threatened before letting her go and walking away. She walked with him, wanting to get this game over with and go home.

One month later

“Don’t fucking touch me, Colby. You’ve already gone too far,” y/n said as she yanked her hand away from him at the bottom of the steps.

Sam had asked her to come over for another friend group video. After they were done, everyone decided to stay around and talk with loud music and drink.

Colby of course found a way to get her alone in the kitchen and talk to her. It started off nice, but he could tell y/n was a bit off. “Have you been drinking,” was all he had to say to set her off.

That’s when she inevitably stormed to the stairs to go to the guest room Sam had told her she could stay in since she’s the only friend who doesn’t live as close as the others.

Y/n stormed upstairs with Colby right behind her. “Don’t start this shit, y/n. You’ve already pissed me off with that drinking shit,” he said as she scoffed. “As if you don’t drink daily,” she replied.

That was when Colby sped over towards her as her back was still turned and grabbed her hair. “Colby-“ y/n tried yelling but he covered her mouth and pushed her into the guest room she was walking to.

“You just keep fucking testing me,” Colby angrily said as he shut the door and locked it. “You Know that I stand on business, so why do you continue to do this shit? Get rid of the damn attitude!” He demanded as I backed up.

“You’re sick, Colby, do you know that? Do you really expect me to want you after what you made me do!?” Y/n genuinely asked. Colby has lost it, but he doesn’t care. He needs her.

“I’m not sick. I just need you,” he said as he stepped towards her. She kept backing up until she hit a bed. Now her stomach sank to the ground. She knows what he did last time, and now that theirs a bed in here, he can do more.

“Help-“ y/n yelled for help but she was quickly cut off by Colby’s hand. They wouldn’t be able to hear her anyway with Sam’s loud music playing downstairs, and Colby knows that. But the thought of manhandling her always crosses his mind, and he can’t help but do it.

“Shut the fuck up,” he growled at her as he used his free hand to yank at her spaghetti-strapped crop until it ripped off of her body. “No!” Her yell was muffled as he continued by forcing her shorts down until they were off.

“Stop! Stop!” She yelled, but this only angered him more. “You use to love this shit,” Colby said as he pulled his sweats down as well as his boxers. He’s always been too big when they had sex, and now that he’ll be rough, she doesn’t know if she can take it.

“You missed me?” Colby asked, rubbing his leaking tip around her clit. He knows he fucking misses her. He can’t go a day without emptying a load because of her. He’s punished him for too long.

“No-“ y/n went to deny but Colby forced his way into her without warning. He pushed until he was fully in her, filling her up with so much cock, she could barely beg him to stop.

“You’re always so fucking wet,” Colby groaned as he leaned down, inches away from her face, and proceeded to thrust slowly in and out of her cunt. He let her mouth go just to hear her whine and cry.

“Please stop this,” she begged, eyes watering and breath quickening. “No,” he thrust into her hard, causing her to yelp. He continued until he had a nice rhythm and paste.

“All this time you made me wear a condom to hide these wet masterpieces. Just for that, I’m going to fill you up until you’re leaking all night,” he threatened as she cried.

Colby licked her tears then began sucking at her neck, making sure to mark her as his. “Once we’re done here, you’re going to have a good ole sleep right next to me, so you understand?” He asked, but she didn’t respond. She kept crying. “Good,” he said, keeping his paste strong.

#18+ #18+ content #18+ fic #18+ minors dni #18+ only #18+ post #smut #colby brock #sam and colby #dark!colby brock #cnc k!nk #rough cnc #rough kink #roughfuck

[trashcanwithsprinkles]

Hello. I’d like to preface this by saying this is absolutely no rush and I’m not trying to demand chapters, I’d just like to ask if you have any anticipated timeline on updates. Some authors upload on a set schedule, and other times it’s a welcome surprise because I have no idea. I adore your works, but I was only introduced to them after they’d been finished, so I’m asking because I have genuinely no idea. Again, no rush, you’re amazing and it’s lovely that you share such gems with us to begin with.

no worries, perfectly valid question! i must admit that i have no set schedule, as in, no updates every specific amount of time? but i do usually stick to updating once or twice every two weeks. like once every week plus a couple of days.

so i guess your takeaway can be that no, i don't take an entire month to update (not that i think there's anything wrong with that) but i also rarely update in less than a week. it depends. the second chapter of every fic always comes out so much quicker bc i'm riding the inspiration wave of freshly posted fic and the need to give you guys a little bit more than just one chapter to go off on hahah

so yeah, sorry it's not a specific answer! but it is what it is

#thank you <3 <3 #ily <3

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Now, I bet you’re wondering why I brought you over here to my house today, right?

Well, there’s a couple of reasons, Smith. Let’s just say I’ve got a proposition for you.

Firstly, there’s the work situation. You’ve worked for me at my construction business for a long time now, and it doesn’t take a genius to understand why you stick around despite the low pay. Hell, everyone knows you like nothing more than jacking off over a pair of dirty construction overalls and boots in the back workroom. We’ve all seen you doing it. But I’ve noticed that, nine times out of ten, you specifically pick MY overalls and boots. Am I your type, Smith? ‘Yes Boss’, was that? Good. Keep that subservient attitude up, faggot. Oh, that’s your name from now on, by the way. Faggot.

The second reason you’re here is actually to do with my wife. As you probably know, I’m a married man. Been with my wife for just about 30 years, and let me tell you she is a classy lady. Very proper. Now, me, I’m the opposite of her. I’m ex-police, ex-military, hell, even did a stint as a prison guard for a while. Tough work, done by tough men. Thing is, all that testosterone flying around turned me into a 24/7 horn dog. My wife puts out once a month for the most missionary sex possible, and that’s nothing like enough for me. I need my dick sucked several times a day - and she does not suck dick. She said to me, ‘Find someone else if you want that shit’ - so faggot, I’m finding you.

I’m shutting down the construction company. But don’t worry, I’m keeping you on. Your new job is as my personal cocksucker. It’s a full-time, live-in and entirely unpaid position starting immediately. I know you live alone and have no family, so you should have no problem getting started right away. What do you say, faggot?

Atta boy - ‘Yes, Boss’, and dropped straight to your knees. Good faggot. Go ahead and get my cock out. Look at that. Look at the piece of meat that’s gonna be running your fucking life from now on. You want to nurse on it, faggot? Go right ahead.

Fuck yeah, right down the back of your fucking throat. Fuck, that’s a sweet and talented mouth. I’ll be putting it to near-constant use.

Ah - what do you think you’re doing? No no no - hands well away from your cock, faggot. In fact, give ‘em here. There. That’s where your hands belong when you’re sucking your Boss’s cock, faggot - tugging on my fucking nipples. I’ll be locking your cock up in a cock cage first thing in the morning - and you’ll beg me to throw away the key.

Oh, fuck yeah. Oh, you’re gonna be at my beck and call whenever I want. I think to start with, I’ll keep you down here in the basement. But every so often, on special occasions, I’ll take you upstairs and let you suck me in the actual house. Y’know, on my birthday, or our wedding anniversary, or my wife’s birthday, days like that. I’ll always make sure she’s in the house when I take you up there, as well, so she can see first-hand how you satisfy the demands she wouldn’t meet. If my wife won’t give me what I want, I’m happy to make a cuckold out of her in her own living room.

Last thing, faggot - you don’t smoke, do you? No? Good. Nor does my wife. She hates it when I smoke. So - I promise that every time I fuck your mouth up in the house, I’m gonna light up the biggest cigar I can find, and I’m gonna smoke it nice and slowly while you’re servicing my meat. Then, because we can’t have you taking too much pleasure out of your new life of servitude, once you’ve swallowed my cum in front of my cuckold wife, you’re gonna beg me to put my cigar out on your faggot balls. And believe me, faggot, the sound of you screaming and whimpering like a pathetic little bitch is only gonna get me hard all over again.

Now, hold still. I’m gonna blow my load all over your face, bitch. Here it comes, here it… fuuuuucking comes, you CUNT. FUCK. Look at that, dripping all over your face. That’s the first of many, believe me.

What do you have to say to me, faggot?

Yeah, ‘Thank you, Boss’. Good fag. Now clean my cock off for me, and then let’s go upstairs into the house. The wife’s due back from work in about fifteen minutes, and the first thing I want her to see is you begging for my cock in your mouth while I’m smoking. If you’re a good faggot, I might rape you in front of her, too. You like the thought of that, eh? Your Boss’s married seed up your faggot cunt? Yeah, thought you would. Well, you just concentrate on being a good cocksucker, and we’ll see what happens. Now, come on. Up we go. Time for you to get a good feel for your new job.

[ladypeonies]

MileAPo and BOC drama.

There is always drama in a fandom, hoping for a no drama fandom, is like me eating a full pint of triple caramel chunk Ben and Jerry’s ice cream and hoping it comes with 0 calories, impossible. There always will be drama, toxic people, it’s a given. The thing is, it’s important to see past that, because behind the drama there is oftentimes legitimate concerns and problems, it’s not always baseless. Yes, people exaggerate, yes some want engagement, love drama. But please remember vultures gathered where there is rotten flesh, they aren’t the cause, but they feed on it. And ignoring it makes one part of the problem. Several realities can exist at the same time and aren’t mutually exclusive, for instance bad management and a company who cares for their artists can coexist. One is about competences and the other about emotions. 

We should all remember that BOC is a start-up. It’s a new company, who specialise in production and also managing artists, which isn’t uncommon in Thailand entertainment industry. As a start-up they have specific struggles and one of them is their employees. What matters in the beginning is just to fill the positions and therefore you can have biased people, immature, who lack competency. It takes time to hire the best and people who have a lot of experience and don’t only rely on their energy and passion for a project. It doesn’t mean that all employees are like that, of course. I once worked for a company to this day is still seen as the best in their field and has a great reputation but it was filled with incompetent people. All it takes is a minority of dedicated employees to hold things together. So every time I hear ‘They know what they are doing,’ about a corporation, I laugh. 

Also, BOC has to handle success, which isn’t easy. They hoped for it, but didn’t imagine it would be that big. And handling success is far more difficult than people imagine, the demands and the pressure, it’s hard. They are growing fast, and they can’t always control the speed. By stating that I’m basically saying they made a lot of mistakes already and they will make more in the future. Fans aren’t wrong about their mistakes.

There is also the question of the company’s strategy and what trajectory they want to take. And for me, it’s the root of all the chaos. MileApo are the face of KinnPorsche, the main couple. It doesn’t matter if one likes another couple more, it’s a fact. The most important investments and contracts are under their name and face. They are a good brand and trustworthy. Mums love them, daughters are in love with them and dad and big brother wish to look like them and can also be in love with them, who cares? They’re articulate, down to earth and cool. It was therefore essential for them to be pushed into the spotlight. Filmania did exactly that, red carpet, TV appearances, lives, etc. They really put them out there as any production company would do. They did that without overshadowing other actors but it was clear who was the main couple. Was it perhaps too much? Did BOC, Mile and Apo talked about that and decided to have a better work-life balance, yes, it’s a possibility. Then say it. COMMUNICATE with the fans, let them know your work ethic. Drama happens when there is a lack of communication. Tell the fans where you stand. BOC didn’t say anything and fans started noticing the lack of promotion of the main couple.

 The frustration, anger didn’t come from fans asking for fanservice or to make the actors’ work and not rest. All this mess started months ago, because BOC didn’t come out and clearly said, we want to promote all the actors and for that we will shine less light on MileApo. If the actors agreed, that’s their prerogative, they can do that. But they should have let the fans know one way or another. Thai entertainment industry is clearly influenced by South Korea. Korea has eliminated many barriers with their music, TV shows and cinema. Their influence is now worldwide. Now every single Asian country want to imitate them. It’s not a surprise to have this Kpopisation in Thai companies. They want to use the popularity of certain members to lift the whole group. They also want to sell this image of a family, love all members, etc. In K-pop that mentality has created a mess, cults, insanity. My humble advice respects all members, love whoever you want to love. Love is a gift which isn’t given upon request.

 Fans noticed, less content, of course, because they aren’t morons. It’s not about MileApo making new content, but also all the content BOC has but doesn’t release but do for others sometimes. There was also the fact that their brand deals weren’t being promoted on BOC social media. And yes, social media do matter, engagements, trends do matter. I wish it didn’t but it does, companies, brands pay attention to that. Twitter may be the seventh circle of hell, but brands check it out, same for Instagram. By the way, I don’t know who is taking care of the Weibo account but it’s a mess. Like Porsche is (still is?) cut out of the official poster, really? Yes, MileAPo had magazine covers, and interviews but how did you find out? Most of the time the magazines themselves promoted it. BOC should be shoving MileApo in our faces every chance they got, and they don’t even need new content for that. Fans should be tired of them, not missing them, above all when the show was still airing. I’m not saying it’s what everyone wants, but what is expected. I think pictures of Apo or Mile’s toes would have done it.

 Why did you think the mess with Daemi started? It’s because Fans searched for answers and found out the authors were at some point in charge of BOC social media. One of them even bragged about it. And hell broke loose, since the authors had issues with Apo and Mile called them out in the past. Fans screamed: ‘it was revenge, off with their head’. An employee of BOC posted on twitter that they weren’t in charge anymore and promised more MileApo content to calm down the fans. Well, that content is … still processing? It’s the same dance, fans get angry at the lack of MileApo content, BOC throws some crumbs. Fans are appeased for twenty minutes and it starts all over again. It’s not sustainable at all. BOC should be more prepared.

 It has been building up for a while. Concert happened and Apo confirmed that they had been asked and they agreed to take a step back, to make room for the others. And it’s clear that it wasn’t only for the concerts.

 Let’s take the Mekhala award, to BOC defence they warned fans not to pay for votes, etc. Fans did anyway once again, that’s predictable. Some fans are like teenagers, tell them not to drink and the next thing you know, they are drunk in the alley. They not only paid but put a lot of energy for their faves to win. And I believe if MA weren’t so underpromoted as the main couple, fans wouldn’t have felt so determined to make them win. And MA won. What did BOC say? Nothing. They could have acknowledged the win, remind fans not to pay, and say, OK, but at the moment we can’t confirm our actors’ presence because of such and such. But NOTHING. They made it worse.

 So, the fans were getting their updates from Mekhala, not the company. Mekhala told them that MA wouldn’t come. Wouldn’t you be angry? Imagine you’re a fan who didn’t pay for votes, respecting BOC wishes but spend a lot of time voting and you have to wait for Mekhala to let you know if the artists would be there?

 BOC social media team make the stupidest mistakes ever, just today they tagged Apo using the wrong Instagram account. They used the account of a scammer who uses Apo’s name and face to sell merch. I’m not joking. They need to hire new people. Social media is the face of their company, they are what the fans see.

 The moment they announced the MileApo movie, they should have let the fans know that the main couple will be very busy, with rehearsals for the movie, workshops, training, etc. and concert preparations on top of that. So be aware they would be less present until the concert. Yes, some fans would still complain but the majority would remember they had been warned by the company and admire the respect.

 Fans are fans, good, kind, impatient, demanding, rude, bad, toxic, they will disagree and fight for whatever reasons. On top of that social media make people harsher. Their behaviour is what it is and it’s I repeat predictable. Of course frustration doesn’t justify to throw abuse at BOC employees and treat them badly.

However, the fans didn’t wake up one day angry and demanding to see schedules. They used to trust BOC blindly and that trust has been eroded.

It’s the company duty to monitor their fandom and make sure there isn’t any misunderstandings. Please tell me that BOC didn’t see this coming and that with more communication they couldn’t have prevented the mess?

Like any company BOC is in a complicated position, it’s not easy to please the fans and respect your business model. They will rebuild that trust, they have the best ambassadors to soften the fans, Mile and Apo.

But they need to do better.

#mileapo #Mile Phakphum Romsaithong #mile phakphum #apo nattawin wattanagitiphat #apo nattawin #kinnporsche #kinnporschetheseries #BOC

[bisluthq]

This is obviously a projection but after hearing the album, a part of me thinks that she actually never went to therapy until last year when she had that mental breakdown lol. But even independently of that, the whole album is her deconstructing an entire belief system and seemingly being determined to close a cycle that was jumpstarted by her rs with Jake G, which is her searching for salvation from love, using sex for control and/or communication, looking for a higher meaning in what happens to her romantically, believing that her lovers come to her life by fate. There's such heavy religious imagery throughout the whole album as well, and she always sung about Joe as a form of saviour that found her in her lowest moment, loved her and saved her, and eventually helped her heal. The Manuscript as the conclusion of the album is her making an argument that the higher meaning for her maybe isn't fate, but instead songwriting. Imo she's put lots of work (in therapy and elsewhere) to no longer view love as something that is fated to be for her or something that is supposed to be her salvation, which is why the Travis songs very notably don't paint him as a saviour or as something sent to her by fate, like most of all her previous love songs do (that also might be bc those songs were written when they were only a few months in though lol). She's very purposefully trying to not look for those sort of things from love anymore cos she's learned the hard way that it only leads to toxicity. She even begs for someone to change this fate in The Prophecy, only to realize that she's the only one who can do it; it's up to her and that's both empowering and terrifying, but ultimately very brave that she's determined to try. With Travis, she's very transparently looking for companionship and compromise, not for salvation or identity. It's why imo she really needed to put out this entire album as it is, completely raw, bloated, and unedited, in all of its glorious messines. As an art product, it's not as excellently curated and of the technical (cohesion, continuity, etc) quality as are folklore or Midnights, but that's not the point of this album. As a fellow pathological people pleaser, I find it very admirable that for once she decided to not cater to anyone's demands and expectations when in the past she has very obviously curated her work to be what the Recording Academy looks for (1989), what the public outside of her fans want from her (folkmore), or just to prove herself against critics (og Speak Now). She said "fuck that, I'm doing this for me because I need a fucking exorcism from this" and not only do I really respect that but I also love it as character growth and artistic evolution for her. And yeah, I know she's mad unhinged and there's a lot of ways in which she never grew up or matured and she tends to look for the thrill and excitement and thus often bolts from love, but I genuinely think this was a turning point for her and unpopular take maybe but imo Travis is a part of breaking that cycle. Obviously shit happens and nothing is ever perfect forever but idk I'm highkey a stan lol so I'm really rooting for her to continue being as healthy as she is right now and hopefully get all these personal things that she has always dreamed of.

eh except she did say Travis is something that comes along every couple lifetimes and he’s got her in a way no man has before. I’m not getting “Taylor’s been to therapy” from this album. I’m getting “Taylor did this instead of therapy”. I think she might’ve gone for her ED but she stopped and hasn’t been in ages. I do think Trav might convince her to go lol and is generally a very good influence.

[rhythmic-idealist]

Hi all. Some of you know my partner @crimeronan - maybe for her original fiction, her fanfiction, or her assorted queer/polyamorous/chronically ill life blogging.

If you do know—or know of—Kitkat, you might know them as a resource, or as a writer, or as that person who has been known to sit down and write six paragraphs of advice to the scared young person in their inbox. Perusing their blog I see people trading autoimmune stories, younger queer and polyamorous people asking questions about what it's like to be in your mid twenties and settled into those things, and people who found stories who resonated in ways stories don't always succeed at.

Or maybe not! That’s my platonic partner of four years. Happy to introduce u.

If you ARE aware of Kitkat, you might know that she recently FINALLY got an initial appointment with a rheumatology clinic. This after a big medical mystery that’s spanned over two years and taken them to the ER more times than anyone can feel good about.

The good news is that things are FINALLY moving forward. Kitkat has posted a lot more about that entire saga, if anyone is interested, but the main thing right now is that there are test results that are usable in a diagnosis, there will be a diagnosis that is usable in treatment, there are follow-up appointments in the very immediate future that will do a lot of good. It's all kind of astounding after the amount of time it took to get here.

The bad news is that their car broke down.

To say the money situation is already tight would be, though I’m sorry to put it like this, understated. Kitkat makes most of her money from freelance writing, and, first of all, is a fucking wizard at it in ways I don’t understand. But she recently lost her biggest consistent clients when— and she was told this outright— those clients switched to ChatGPT.

Perhaps more to the point— they're often too sick to work. They've pivoted to gig economy delivery jobs, but that is an enormous physical demand on ANYONE’s body, let alone when you’re severely sick.

So that’s where the financial situation is at right now.

I do slot into this, so to give you the story on that: I’m moving to Oregon to live with my partners next month, and will be contributing to the household income then (which is why I'm moving so soon). But I was originally planning to finish trade school first and move in January 2024, so everything’s very last-minute, and a little haywire. I now have at least one job interview lined up in town, but I won’t even be in Beaverton until mid-August, and this auto repair bill is due now.

Basically: because of this auto repair bill, they’re not going to be able to make rent. I expect we as a group will probably be okay once I’m in Oregon and more established/able to help out with the household income, but things aren’t there yet, and this isn't money we're going to be able to make back later.

Kitkat's been too sick to work consistently for so much too long, and that's why they need to turn to community support right now.

(I know Tumblr is famously not a "meet every goalpost before deserving help" website, and I think a lot of fundraisers with less explanation than this deserve support. I'm just a very wordy person. Thanks for bearing with me.)

Kitkat has limited mobility and is going to need to get to upcoming appointments, and speaking honestly, also just really needs access to a car to make things like groceries feasible. She’s not the only one in the apartment with limited mobility or chronic pain. Add to that the gig delivery jobs as a main source of income right now, and this is a necessary bill, just one that is sky-high relative to the income trying to tackle it.

So, you know, hello. I've brought a couple of fundraisers onto Tumblr in the past on other people’s behalf. This time I’ve gotta ask on behalf of my own found family.

The bill has come out to $717.80.

As of now, rent money has been used to pay it—the car has been repaired now, but that money was for rent and daily expenses. There is already financial assistance in play, particularly Medicaid. As it stands, because of this bill, they're not going to make rent.

To account for GoFundMe's fees of 2.9% + $0.30 per transaction, the goal is set to $750.

If you’re in any way able to give, the link is here: https://gofund.me/c0f9d7fe

Otherwise, a share goes a really long way.

Thank you a ton for reading this far. Times are hard all around, so please know: this post is an appeal to those among us who have disposable income and are looking to donate some of it.

Thank you.

$1,323/750

Date posted: July 27th, 2023 Updated: July 28th, 2023

#mutual aid #kitkat car gfm #I WILL MAKE a short post at some point #God. wordy person ever (me)

[magicalmysteries777]

The Bloody-Handed and The Anguish of Loving Them - Chapter 4.

Summary: Almost a year has passed since Eddie Munson died and it feels like the only person that isn't moving on is Steve.

After spending the night studying a Dungeons and Dragons handbook, Steve is convinced he's figured out how to defeat Vecna once and for all. Not only that, but bring Eddie back too. Now he just has to prove it.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Vampire Eddie Munson

Masterlist: Here.

Chapter: 4 of 10.

Chapter WC: 3937.

CW: Descriptions of violence, blood.

This story can also be found on AO3 here.

Taglist: @ohmeg 🖤

March 24th, 1987.

It was like something straight out of one of the horror movies that Robin would force him to watch at work to pass the time. The type of scream that makes you feel like your whole world is standing still, everything happening around you suddenly in slow motion. At least that’s what it was like for Steve as he turned to face whatever Nancy had screamed at, only to find himself looking at the reanimated corpse of none other than Barbara Holland.

The Upside Down had not been kind to Barb. Her once-fair skin was now waxy and discoloured by dark, purple veins covering every inch of her skin. Numerous cuts and sores on her body were oozing a thick, black substance, illuminated slightly by the flickering torchlight as she moved closer toward the group. Her eyes were dark and sunken, locked on Nancy.

“Why did you leave me, Nance?” she asked, her rotting body inching closer still. “Wasn’t I a good enough friend? I tried to warn you but you didn’t listen to me.”

“I didn’t mean to, I swear,” sobbed Nancy.

“It’s not really Barb, Nance,” Jonathan tried reasoning with her.

“Why didn’t you listen to me? I tried so hard and you just left me there. You left me there, alone, and then that thing took me.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I didn’t mean t-”

“I died, Nancy, and it’s all your fault. Too busy with ‘King Steve’ to worry about me.”

“Jonathan, when I say so, get everyone out of here,” Steve demanded in an instant, his eyes locked on Barb, ready to intercept any sudden movements.

“I’m staying with you,” Dustin declared, grabbing his weapon in preparation to fight.

“I don’t think so, kid, get out of here,” Steve answered firmly, adjusting his stance.

“But-”

“Now, Jonathan,” Steve shouted, lunging towards Barb and dragging her down to the ground.

The sound of shuffling footsteps and protests from the group echoed around the cave whilst Steve fought to keep Barb on the floor. He was inches from her now, face to face. She grinned up at him wickedly, taunting him. Only when he was sure everyone else had vacated the cave did Steve release his grip on Barb, darting to the exit and blocking it. He wasn’t trapped with Barb, Barb was trapped with him.

“Poor little Steve,” Barb began in an excruciatingly calm manner as she rose to face him again. “Just can’t seem to get anything right, can you? You try and try but you always fail.”

“Shut up.”

“You know I’m right. Look at you; infamous ‘King Steve’. What do you have to show for yourself? Friends that barely trust you, a drinking problem, no job, no girlfriend - you lost her to Jonathan, of all people. Come on, Stevie, where’s all that wit you used to have? All that confidence you’d swagger down the hallway with?”

“I-” Steve stammered.

“Bat got your tongue?” she cackled. “Your own parents don’t even want you, do they? They ran away to the Beach house without you and just send you a cheque every couple of months so they don’t have to deal with you any more.”

Barb inched closer and began to speak again, the voice coming from her lips no longer her own. It twisted and distorted until it settled into the familiar tone of Steve’s father.

“You’re pathetic, Steve. No job, no friends - just drinking your life away, locked in your bedroom crying all the god damn time. You were always the same. No drive, no ambition. You’re an embarrassment. The only thing you’re good at is being a punching bag.”

“Fuck you!” Steve spat, swinging his bat as hard as he could at Barb’s head.

She swayed slightly, her legs faltering as more thick, black liquid began to ooze from the nail holes. Eyes and smile growing wilder, the voice distorted again as she began to speak. Low and tainted with cruelty, almost like a growl.

“Do you really think you can kill me, Steve? The odds are against you. All of you. They always have been.”

“Not this time,” Steve cried out as he lunged towards her, dropping the bat whilst he did so. With as much force as he could gather, he swung his fist straight at Barb’s face.

The decaying body, still weak from its earlier blow with the bat, landed on the floor in a heap. Steve rolled Barb onto her back, the anger intensifying inside of him as he struck his fist at her again and again until her corpse went still once more.

Covered in sweat and the thick goo spilling from the multiple wounds he had inflicted on Barbara, he slowly rose to his feet. It was a few seconds before Steve’s breath steadied, the adrenaline still coursing through his veins.

“You can’t protect them,” the mangled corpse whispered feebly.

“I can and I will.”

“Well, you’re not doing a very good job right now, are you?”

Steve glanced over his shoulder as the cries and screams from his friends on the surface suddenly filled the room, echoing off the walls, as though he had been trapped inside of a bubble that had just popped.

Steve grabbed his bat from the ground and set off in a sprint, weaving his way through the winding hallway back to his friends. The nearer he approached, the clearer the screams were getting.

“Jonathan, behind you!”

“Get off me you little fucker!”

“El, do something!”

“I’m trying.”

“There’s too many!”

Steve emerged from the cave with his bat raised high, ready to strike. His eyes locked straight on Dustin, desperately trying to fend off a demobat that was clawing viscously at his skin. He darted forward, grabbing the bat by the tail and swinging it down to the ground before he plunged the nails on the tip of his baseball bat straight through it. The deafening screech it let out was soon cut off by something far more horrifying.

“Harrington.”

He craned his neck so quickly that getting whiplash was a real possibility.

“Is that…?” Dustin asked, nervous.

“Yup. Hargrove.”

Steve glanced around quickly at his friends, his long-range vision obscured slightly by the sweat dripping into his eyes. El was fending off the majority of them with her powers, defended by Mike and Will. Nancy and Jonathan were huddled together taking on the latest swarm of bats. Robin, Lucas, and Erica were lost in the chaos. A sense of overwhelming dread washed over Steve as his attention turned back to Billy.

Billy smiled manically as he charged towards them, his eyes black and his rotting skin covered in dark veins, just like Barb. Steve readied his bat, bracing himself for whatever was to come. He swung as soon as Billy was in arms reach but felt no connection. What he did feel was Billy’s fist landing straight on his cheek, a searing hot pain spreading through his face, and his ass hitting the floor.

His hand shot to nurse his cheek, his head throbbing and woozy. He opened his eyes and saw Robin jabbing at the bats with her spear, Heather lurking in the trees behind her.“ Robin, look out!” he cried as loud as he could.

He watched as Robin narrowly avoided being ambushed before Billy’s foot in his side forced his eyes closed as the pain spread through him.

The screeching and screaming seemed to get louder when Steve’s eyes were closed. Perhaps it was his senses overcompensating. Perhaps they were louder.

He heard Erica shouting obscenities, Nancy and Jonathan shouting directions between them, El yelling as she strained her powers, and Dustin, he was shouting too.

He forced his eyes open and found Dustin attempting to drag Billy away from him. Billy fought himself free of his weak grasp and turned on him. Dustin was on the floor in seconds, screaming and writhing in pain as Billy repeatedly kicked him. In that moment, Steve saw red.

He grabbed his bat and heaved himself off the floor, swinging straight for Billy. Billy swayed slightly upon impact, his knees buckling momentarily. Steve pushed with as much force as he could muster and tackled him onto the ground, away from Dustin.

Billy fought back, violently.

Steve couldn’t keep track of which parts of him hurt any more, everything blending into one gigantic, throbbing ache across his entire body. Blood and sweat dripped down his face as he loomed over Billy, landing punch after punch on his smug face. In a matter of seconds, the roles were reversed. A loud crunch indicated something was broken on the fifth hit that Billy landed. His vision blurred as blood began to pour from his nose, leaving a copper taste in his mouth. Billy hit again and again, knocking a tooth loose, and then he stopped.

Steve didn’t see it happen, his eyes forced closed by the blinding hot pain radiating from his broken nose, but a crack loud enough to make his ears ring, a gush of cold wind left behind by the swing of the bat, and the weight on top of him drooping off to the side all indicated someone had taken Billy out.

“You okay? We’ve got to get you up,” Lucas urged, already trying to pry Steve off the ground.

Steve spat out his tooth along with a mouthful of blood and got to his feet as quick as he could, his face scrunching up in pain as he tried to straighten his back. Lucas was back by Erica’s side fighting off a Demogorgon before Steve could finish muttering his thanks.

He began fighting his way through another swarm of demobats, each one letting out a deafening screech whilst they met their end at his hand. Robin’s screams were getting louder and more panicked, but there were still too many bats in the way - he couldn’t get to her.

The bats flew closer, circling him. He could barely see three feet in front of him, blindly swinging his weapon at the increasing swarm of flapping wings in his face. Nancy was the next to let out another blood curdling scream.

Steve fumbled backwards, almost tripping over his own feet as he tried, and failed, to navigate his way back to his friends side.

It was as though his senses were scrambled. No idea which way was left or right. No idea where his friends were. No idea if they were hurt, or worse. He couldn’t even tell who’s scream belonged to who any more over the sound of hundreds of flapping wings around him.

As though they could sense Steve’s growing state of confusion, the bats intensified their attack.

A tail wrapped around his throat, squeezing and coiling like a snake with a mouse. He clawed at the bat, desperately trying to free himself of its grip as his chest began to tighten. Steve dropped to his knees and the rest of the swarm dispersed in search of other targets, allowing him to finally lay sights on his friends for the first time in what felt like hours.

His throat burned more intensely with each unsuccessful breath, managing only coughs and splutters whilst he watched his friends fight so valiantly for their lives.

Steve was no stranger to the current predicament he’d found himself in; he knew what was going to happen if he didn’t find himself free of the bats clutches soon.

His hearing would go first, then his vision, then he’d pass out and then - well, a forever of nothingness, he expected. Nancy had rescued him before it had gotten to that point.

He coughed again, trying desperately for just one tiny breath to give him some strength, but the bats grip was too strong. It was going to kill him. The screams around him were getting quiet, drowned out by the sound of his rapid heartbeat thumping in his ears. He had to do something. Anything.

Steve reached out, grabbed a small rock off the floor and threw it at the closest person. El turned, her eyes widening at the sight of him. She raised her hand and pointed it in his direction, letting out a loud cry as she focused her energy.

All he felt was a large gust of wind and a momentary sense of calm before his body hit the ground, fading in and out of conscious.

-

“Steve? Steve?! Are you alive?” asked a frantic Dustin, tapping at the side of Steve’s face in an attempt to bring him round.

Steve let out a groan in response, blindly waving his arm to fight off the painful jabs. “Yes I’m alive, can you stop hitting me?”

He lifted his head and opened his eyes slowly, a headache from hell already starting to creep in. A quick headcount revealed everyone was still alive, allowing his head to fall back again in relief.

“What the fuck happened back there?”

“I have no idea, they came out of nowhere.”

“It was an ambush.”

“We almost died.”

“Where did they even come from?”

“The trees, I think.”

“Hey, does this cut look funny to you?”

“That’s the least of our worries right now, Robin.”

“Rabies are a real possibility.”

“Did you you see me knock Billy out?”

Billy. Steve shot up, wincing as he did so, and looked around.

“Hey, not so fast. What are you looking for?”

“Where’s Billy?!” Steve asked, panic in his voice again.

“Calm down, man. He’s dead. Blasted off into the trees thanks to El,” Mike answered idly, wiping at a cut on El’s forehead.

“He’s not dead, you idiot.”

“What?”

“He’s not dead, he’s undead.”

“Wha-”

“Fuck. We’ve got to go. Now,” Mike declared, scrambling to his feet.

Steve stood as quickly as his sore, aching limbs would let him and tiptoed towards a clearing in the trees, the rest of the group following behind him.

“Would somebody please explain what’s going on?” Nancy asked in a hushed tone. Steve spun around on the spot to face her.

“Undead. Thrall. Minions. Servants. Whatever you want to call them. Brought back and inhabited to serve a purpose. That’s what Billy and Barb are, Nance. They go down and they get back up, over and over again, which means-”

“which means you can’t win. Isn’t that right, Harrington?” Billy finished with a taunt as he staggered towards them.

He wasn’t alone. One by one, more of the undead emerged from the trees, grouping with Billy. Heather, Barb, Mrs Driscoll, Chrissy, Jason, Fred, Patrick and many of the others that had fallen at Vecna’s hand over the years.

The group backed up instinctively, huddled together.

“What do we do?”

“I don’t know.”

“What do we do?!”

“The scroll,” Dustin declared, snapping his fingers at Mike. “Backpack. Give me the backpack.”

Dustin pulled the two scrolls they had taken from the cave and opened them, quickly scanning each one as as the rest of the group watched in horror as the undead army crept closer.

“Hurry up!” Steve snapped.

“Here, this one,” Dustin instructed as he thrust the scroll into Wills hands.

“You’re really serious about this? I-”

“No time to argue,” Steve told Will, manoeuvring him to the front of the group. “Spell first, spiral later.”

Will adjusted his stance and raised his arm, taking some inspiration from El, before closing his eyes. A small orb of neon yellow light appeared in front of Wills hand, floating in the air.

“Acido.”

Acid erupted from the orb, spurting forwards and covering the undead. They screeched as the acid began to bubble through their rotting skin, flesh and goo oozing to the floor in piles.

“Run!” Steve instructed, setting off as fast as he could manage in the opposite direction.

-

Steve didn’t stop. No quick stops to catch his breath. No turning around to check they weren’t being followed. He just kept running. They all did. Weaving their way between trees and dodging vines, clambering overs rocks and fallen trees. Only when they found themselves staring at the “Forest Hills Trailer Park” sign did they eventually fall still.

Steve winced as he wiped the sweat from his brow. The adrenaline was beginning to ware off, allowing him to start feeling the true extent of his injuries. Saying that everything hurt would have been an understatement - it felt like his whole body was on fire.

His nose was broken, that he was certain of, but he suspected a couple of ribs might be too. He ran his tongue along his teeth to double check he’d only lost the one - he had. The rest of his injuries were just cuts and bruises, most of which Steve was sure would look a lot better after a good shower and some antiseptic.

The rest of the party didn’t look much better; they too were covered in sweat, blood, cuts, and bruises.

“Reckon it’ll scar?” Lucas asked, shoving his bleeding arm into Dustin’s line of sight.

“Yeah. What about mine?” Dustin answered, gesturing to a bite mark on his arm.

“Yours is so much cooler than mine.”

“Neither of them beat the one on my leg from last year,” El teased.

“Too right,” Mike agreed, clutching at a stitch in his side.

“Did we establish whether or not Demobats carry Rabies?” Robin asked no one in particular as she stared down at a deep cut on her hand, panicked.

“No rabies, Rob. You’re okay, deep breaths,” answered Jonathan, his attention still on Nancy while he gave her a thorough check over. He’d gotten quite good at Steve’s job in his absence.

“Guys,” Erica spoke quietly.

“Are you sure? I don’t like the look of this,” Robin grimaced.

“I’m sure.”

“Guys,” she repeated.

Conversations quickly ceased, everyone turning to face a clammy, ashen-faced Erica.

“I don’t feel so good,” she told them, lifting her bloodied hand to reveal a large chunk of flesh missing from her upper thigh.

“Oh, shit, mom’s gonna kill me if you die,” Lucas muttered whilst he took a closer look at Erica’s leg.

“I’m not gonna die, moron,” she retorted, her voice faltering.

Nancy pulled a small first aid kit out of her backpack and bent down to inspect Erica’s leg, patting at it gently with some gauze. Steve’s eyes widened as a phrase from a book briefly passed through his thoughts. ‘Lesser Restoration.’

“Spell slots,” he announced, spinning Mike around on the spot and reaching in to his backpack, producing the familiar textbook they’d all been studying from less than twenty-four hours earlier.

Steve flicked through the pages quickly, eyes scanning the pages frantically before he found what he was looking for and shoved the book under Nancy’s nose.

“What do you expect me to do with that, Steve?” Nancy asked, still dabbing at Erica’s leg.

“Read.”

Nancy peered at the book, rolled her eyes, and repeated aloud the phrase that Steve was pointing at. “Te absolvo.”

A glowing, golden orb of light appeared in the space in-between Erica’s leg and Nancy’s hand, shone for a couple of seconds, and quickly faded.

The colour quickly seeped back into Erica’s face.

“What the hell?” Nancy asked.

“Steve, you’re a god damn genius,” Dustin beamed. “Nancy, remember when you used to babysit us and we forced you to play D&D with us? We made you a Cleric so you could just follow us around and heal us up.”

“Lesser restoration,” Mike and Lucas announced, both putting the puzzle pieces together at the same time.

“Nancy just healed Erica’s bloodlessness.”

“When did Harrington get so smart?” Erica asked with a smirk, adjusting her leg so that Nancy could finish tying the bandage.

“Its amazing what can happen when you pick up a book,” Steve answered. “Anybody else dying before we go do some reviving?”

-

It was a harrowing experience, staring down at the make shift headstone he’d help place on Eddie’s grave.

Dustin had made the stone. He’d sat just outside the trailer, almost a whole year ago, tears streaming down his face as he etched ‘R.I.P’ into a large, flat rock he’d found. Steve had carried it over to the burial site and wedged it in place; Dustin’s leg was too busted to carry anything other than his own weight. Steve had placed an arm around Dustin’s shoulder as they paid their final respects, pulling him into his chest as he cried, in the hopes that Steve’s tears would remain a secret.

“You ready?” Dustin asked, creeping up beside him with a shovel in his hand.

“As I’ll ever be.”

Despite have two shovels, it took a surprisingly long time to dig the hole. The kids (except for Erica, who was ordered to rest by Nancy) took it in turns at first, each lasting about ten minutes before moaning they were tired and handing the shovel off to the next person. Steve wasn’t at all surprised, knowing damn well that they spend every moment of free time huddled around Mikes table playing D&D instead of going outside and doing things that would build stamina.

Steve and Jonathan did the rest of the digging while the party idly discussed their theories surrounding the fight they’d just narrowly escaped from. After an hour, Jonathan stuck his shovel in the dirt and wiped his brow before turning to Steve.

“You’re sure this is where he’s buried?” he asked.

“I buried him myself, of course I’m sure.”

“How far down did you go? We must be seven feet deep by now.”

“It can’t be much further.”

They dug for another half an hour before Steve finally caved and climbed back out of the hole, sat next to Robin and took a much needed drink from his water bottle.

“What’s taking so long?” Dustin asked.

“He’s not in there, kid.”

“Of course he is, we’re the ones who put him there.”

“I’m telling you, he’s not in there.”

“You must be digging in the wrong place.”

“I’m not.”

“You have to be,” Dustin snapped, his voice cracking. Steve looked up and was met with a teary gaze.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. Come on, you can double check.”

Steve lead Dustin to the edge of the freshly dug hole and waited for him to speak, swaying impatiently on the backs on his heels. The rest of the party made their way over in dribs and drabs and stared absently into the emptiness.

“I don’t understand,” Dustin sniffled.

“How has he just vanished? Bodies don’t decompose that quickly,” Will asked.

“Decomposition could be quicker here, you saw how fast the plants rotted over at Merrill’s,” Nancy suggested.

“Are you sure this is the right spot?” El asked.

“One hundred percent,” Dustin answered.

Steve stayed silent as the others discussed amongst themselves, his eyes fixed on the empty hole in front of him as he got lost in his thoughts.

How the hell was he supposed to revive Eddie’s body without his body? He’d definitely buried him there, so where was he? If he couldn’t find the body then he’d-

It was subtle, the darkness shifting over them, but Steve’s defences were so high that it didn’t go unnoticed - neither did the temperature drop, or the creeping feeling that they were being watched. He took a couple of steps back, breath held, his eyes still fixed on the ground in front of them. Wings. Steve gulped before slowly turning to face whatever was casting the shadow.

He wasn’t sure what he’d being expecting, but it definitely wasn’t a head of dark, messy curls and a pair of red eyes staring down at him.

#eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #steve harrington #steve harrington fanfic #steve x eddie #steve harrington x eddie munson #eddie x steve #eddie munson x steve harrington #post canon #fix it fic #angst #angst with a happy ending #alcoholic steve harrington #steve harrington has ptsd #kas the bloody handed #vampire eddie munson #dont look at the d&d lore too closely #steddie

[fyeahkaimelia]

this has Nothing to do w greys anatomy and i havent even been active here (but hey, this season is back so i just might be too) but i need to vent somewhere and i can’t do it on main cause irl ppl follow me there. i don’t even mind them knowing these things like its not a secret or anything but idk it’s weird

i owe ab r$ 130.000 to my university. every year i Don’t Pay the bills and owe them a huge amount of money and then they let me pay like 1/5 or even 1/6 of what i owe to be able to enroll in the next school year. i’m currently starting 4th year of med school (it’s 6 years long). this time they said they’d only do that thing where i pay a fifth of what i owe now and leave the rest to pay “later” if i use a credit card, which i don’t have — all my payments have always been thru debit yk. and i can’t get a credit card cause i owe the bankS (plural, i owe money to like every bank in the country) like over 200k from loans i’ve taken before, which i’ll never pay them back probably (it’s okay, i don’t have anything to my name so they can’t legally take anything from me cause of it). which is why i obviously also can’t get a loan.

i currently have about 40k. i’m selling my shitty car for 7k, i have a solid buyer, so i guess i have ab 47k. i’m trying to sell a shitty studio apartment in a bad neighborhood for 70k, even though it’s worth ab 120k, just to try to get it sold as fast as possible. i work a part time honest job for less than a minimum wage and i use that money to “pitch in” and help pay the bills (i live w my mom and she pays for everything but sometimes we fall short).

and i sell stuff on the side. how much i sell is directly related to how much extra cash i need that month, but it’s usually around 1k. if i really put myself out there i can make much, much more, and i usually avoid that so i don’t get too well known™, but recently (since like november) i’ve been doing that, and making ab 5k a month (which is how i’ve been saving money these past few months), and i’m currently facing the opportunity of expanding that further and maybe even make up to 10k a month from selling my stuff alone, but i’m not sure if i’ll do that cause i think people are already getting too comfy introducing my services™ to other ppl, and i even got a street name. that was sort of a wake up call for me. i sometimes get texts from strange numbers that’ll be like “hey, [insert friend’s name] gave me ur number” and i check with that friend if they’re cool before selling etc, but lately those ‘friends of friends’ all started calling me dr. hu, and it sort of caught on, and ppl who aren’t in any way connected to those ppl told me they’ve heard my “name” (dr. hu) being brought up by strangers in a couple of hang out spots in my neighborhood, and that really made me rethink the whole thing. it’s okay, my neighborhood is pretty chill, there’s not much activity here, there’s only a few parks where young ppl go to have fun, there aren’t any territorial gangs or anything, so at least i’m safe from that. but still.

also, “dr. hu” is a reference to this guy (i didnt get it at first, i thought they were saying dr who first few times i heard it):

ANYWAY. back to the point. i’ve been going to class even though i’m not officially enrolled in this semester yet, cause that’s what my lawyer told me to do, cause we’ll try to get a judge to demand my uni to let me pay in installments w debit or cash or a fucking check like it’s fucking 2007, whatever, just not credit. (idk if it wasn’t clear before, but they let me pay in cash if i pay the entire amount at once, i just don’t have that rn). but if we can’t get a judge to do that (we should find out by next week), my only way out would be if i can sell the apartment until before my exams start — and they start on march 15. otherwise i won’t be able to take the exams and i’ll automatically flunk all my classes, so.

my second option (if both the apartment thing and judge thing fail) would be to transfer to a different uni. that would hurt me deeply cause i like my uni’s curriculum better, it’s the best in the state, and i know i’d be transferring to a uni that isn’t as good. and mostly cause i’m already so integrated in my uni, i have my friends and my academic leagues and i’ve been a pharma TA (which gives me a 20% scholarship) and intended to keep on it, and i write papers for it and i had big plans to write ab some of my special interests in pharma (yea drugs are a special interest to me fr lol) and get to show them in medical conferences etc.

and there’s my bf. he’s the best thing ab uni to me tbh, he’s the reason i wake up in the morning exhausted but still excited to go to class cause he’ll be there. and it’s hard for us to see each other cause we both have jobs that demand a lot from us (i work as an “assistant” to er doctors — they pay me directly to do their work part time so they can sleep or study for residency undisturbed during part of their shifts, and he works with politics). so we only rly see each other out of class like once a week; and it’s fine cause we see each other in class almost everyday and we skip class to get high and make out on campus sometimes (like fucking teenagers ik ik), but all of that will be gone if i transfer. i’ll be lucky if i get to see him for a few hours a week. and it kinda feels like my world will colapse if that happens. i know it’s dramatic but idk, he’s kinda the light of my life rn. i know i’d get over it, i’d get over him if i had to, but i don’t want it to come to that, i really don’t, cause i’m in love & i genuinely believe we could have the life of our dreams together soon enough

anyway. transferring would genuinely be horrible but i’d get used to it. i’m already getting used to that possibility. yesterday it felt like it was the end of the world, i sobbed like a child just for considering it for a second, it felt like when ur a kid and everything gets taken away from u and u find out the world is a cruel and unjust place for the first time (i got sent to an international boarding school at age 6 man idk that’s how it felt like). but now i’m already more accepting of that possibility. i’d survive it, i’ve survived much worse, and i’d learn to enjoy it (in a bittersweet way). i’d probably lose touch with my best friend from uni (which SUCKS ASS cause he’s one of the best friends i’ve ever had, friends like him are hard to come across yk), but i’d make new friends eventually. maybe i’d find a way to make my relationship work. and i’d get to Not pay 130 thousand reais to my uni; bitches didn’t let me pay my way, they ain’t ever seeing money from me again. which would be pretty nice

and my third option, my worst option, is taking a gap year. just pausing everything. i finished 3rd grade in 2022, and i’d start 4th grade in 2024. a gap year. it’d come to that if the couple of unis i’d consider transferring to need me to take extra classes (essentially “repeat” some classes i’ve already taken) because of curriculum differences. it’d suck so, so much, but i’m still tryna prepare myself mentally for that possibility. honestly med school is my life. idk how i’d cope without medicine. honestly i skip class all the time and i hate some of my classes and i hate working with clinical medicine (which i’m required to do as a student) but still, my life kinda revolves around the fact that i’m on my way to becoming a doctor. it’s kind of what i live for. i’m not a straight As student, i’ve never been a pleasure to have in class, i get Bs and mostly Cs and i don’t study for my classes like i should, i don’t turn in my assignments, i’m essentially a very Bad student, but medicine is still my life. pharmacology and anesthesiology are my special interests. reading the entire goodman & gilman book for fun several times kinda thing. and i feel like that’s what i’m worth. i know it’s not healthy, but my entire sense of self worth is based on my academic life. which is ridiculous cause i’m not even a good student! but having mediocre grades and only studying for the few classes that i actually enjoy somehow is enough for me to feel ok ab myself. not great, i don’t have awesome self esteem, but okay enough yk. but my self esteem will go to zero so fast if i simply don’t have an academic life anymore.

and what would i do with a gap year? i’d probably work more, and maybe sell more, and maybe, just maybe, i’d work on myself. study more ab the things i’m interested in, go to the gym, help my mom w her garden. but the truth is i’d probably fall into a self destructive pattern of sleeping all day and binge eating and doing drugs. letting dirty dishes pile up all over my room, wearing the same set of pjs for weeks, not washing my hair like ever. eventually stop going to work, never leave the house. start getting social anxiety, avoiding all my friends, shutting down completely. going days without eating or seeing a single person irl. it’s happened before more than a few times, i know how i can be. i’ve had enough clinical depression episodes. and i think it could go harder than ever before (the worst one i’ve ever had was in 2017, when i spent 2 months in bed).

ok i kinda spiraled there. maybe that wouldn’t happen. it probably wouldn’t happen. and one good thing is i’d definitely find a way to make more money, so i could actually spend some on something other than bills. i could finally get the tattoos i want. ok but that’s the only silver lining i can find. and even if i didn’t fall into a depression™, would my relationship survive it? cause yea, i’d have time and money to see him, work around his schedule since he’d be busier than me, but i’d feel like shit. i’d feel like i’m worth less than him because he’d be too ahead of me academically, and i’d be stagnated. i can’t explain it.

#and i can’t even go to my happy place with oxy cause i’ve built up some tolerance so staying sober for like a week isn’t cutting it #i’ll need to detox from opiates for like a month for the high to be good enough again #might shoot up morphine tmr though. KWNDSK #or do ketamine. i’ll let my bf decide what we’re doing #cause he’s never shot up and he’s never done ketamine and i don’t wanna push him into doing anything #tw #vent post #giocore

[dreaminginthedeepsouth]

BOOGA :: Art car

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I lack the peace of simple things. I am never wholly in place. I find no peace or grace. We sell the world to buy fire, our way lighted by burning men. -Wendell Berry

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The only reason to do this stuff is for the relationships. My collaborators over the years on this project are among the core of my weird extended chosen family. There's no way to name names without leaving people out.  Everybody mattered.  The mark of family is that you still love each other after driving each other insane with unreasonable behavior because you are there to grow together. I believe that we all made something beautiful and highly improbably pop off this year at the burn better than we ever have before on any other project, after working together for years. I cherish all of these relationships deeply, and tending them was at the core of my burn this year.

This stuff is incredibly fun and incredibly hard and takes all day if you invest wholeheartedly in contributing to the event. As with most things in life, the bigger the investment, the more fun you have and the more you learn. My primary $$$ clients (I don't get paid for working on Thunder Gumbo) are also burners and producers who understand why I'm doing what I've done, and I'm very lucky to have them help make it possible. I lost five pounds, and have probably eaten about 200,000 calories since getting back to Reno six days ago. I gave a couple thousand dollars and a few months of my life and efforts to hard work on the project this year between helping produce on three major fundraiser parties (with two more to come this fall), a kickstarter campaign, a thirty five person camp (with kitchen / shower / shade / lounge / workshop / car parking), and an elaborate trucking, breakdown, and financial reconciliation process that is still going on. 

The event wouldn't have been the same without investing in it so heavily-- sometimes the object of devotion isn't as important as the devotion to seeing things through in general, no matter what it takes. Even if it means that I was tending to my responsibilities to the point that I brought out a record player and a stack of vinyl, three decks of tarot cards, and a six foot inflatable hamster ball without using any of them once. 

Like most difficult things, Burning Man is not for everybody. There's lots of goofy stuff about lots of the tribes that go, it's a pretty self indulgent event in a city that gentrifies steadily every year, some of the internal politics are extremely wack, it is expensive and dangerous and time consuming and classist and dusty. I acknowledge all these things and remain a fan regardless.  

Every critique of Burning Man is true, and I honor the festival for being able to contain everything-- it is a Tantra, not a Sutra. It has, love, hate, beauty, ugliness, skill and lack therof, computer programmers who call themselves spanky and dress up as gay aliens, impoverished mystics, kind older people, children, fire spinners, burnouts, prodigies, trolls, real danger, injury, sex, death, cops, life, freedom, an FAA sanctioned airport and a functioning post office, dubstep, waffles. I guess I like that there's a little something for everybody.

My experience at the burn this year was extremely life affirming, but I feel no need to fetishize the experience. I was there and now I am here. It was a great party. There is no way I can give as much of myself to this set of tribal forces next year, having joyous demands on my time in the temporary city of New York like professional development and yoga teacher training, but it has been an incredible ride and I regret nothing. I am completely energized by all that has transpired, and am ready to make my entire life the best it can possibly be every day that I am alive on this planet.

[Shalin Scupham 20 Sept, 2015]

#Burning Man #art car #BOOGA #festival in the desert #Black Rock City #S.A.A.S.