#like this has actually legitimately ruined my night

[phantom-curve]

so I woke up to this fucking comment in the middle of the night

and I just wanna say, not only did I absolutely NOT use a fucking AI or bot to write my fic, but also if this is something that is going to happen now and I’m gonna have to be anxious/worried that someone is gonna accuse me of doing something like this OR that someone is gonna upload my work to a machine to teach it how to steal the work of a real human: I just won’t post anymore. like it’s literally as simple as that.

and that kills me because I already have enough reasons not to post the things I write and I was legit so excited to put something new up and now I’m like a sad leftover birthday balloon and I honestly don’t know if I will continue posting this fic or not. I feel super gross about this and frankly, really violated too. we’ll see if that changes by wednesday, but no promises on updates anymore at this point. most of the joy I had about posting this fic is gone now because of this.

so whoever is out there feeding fics into bots, here’s my PSA: fucking do better. be better. and stop ruining creative outlets for actual real people. you suck.

#never in my life have I gone from so happy/excited about an email to just flat out pissed the fuck off #like this has actually legitimately ruined my night #half a mind to just delete the entire fic now because I hate hate HATE THIS SO MUCH #literally artificial intelligence is going to be the actual death of true creative work #and it is so sad to watch it happen in real time #mads speaks #mads writes #ao3 #prayer line juke #PSA #novelai #chatgpt #FUCK ALL OF YOUR BULLSHIT AIS #writing #fic writing #ao3 etiquette

[hyewka]

i NEED something with dom!taehyun 😣 i never see much of taehyun! even tho he's such a cutie 🤭

warnings: gagging, fingering, use of pet names, degradation kink but also praise from taehyun, squirting

note: he truly is a cutie, after lolla especially, lord 😵‍💫 it’s when he’s on stage do i find him the most attractive ..respectfully kang taehyun can gag me all night for all i care!!

Talked about this before but swear Taehyun would love having you choke on his dick, doesn’t matter how big he is, he’ll have you stay down to your nose squashed against his abdomen, his hands on the back of your head, gripping your hair of which your scalp is burning, gargling and teary eyed—with absolutely no emotion on his face. He keeps his composure, looking down at you, not having to be a man of many words for you to feel like dirt on his feet, a dirty whore only for his use, it’s so degrading and embarrassing… and you love it. When he lets you pull away from his dick out of your mouth, you cough up a storm, your vision near blurring trying to get your breathing back as you look up from your position, sprawled on the floor— and he smirks, the only emotion you manage to get out of him so far. Using his index finger to lift your chin up and meet his eyes, he pouts and you think he’d shoot you a praise to work with, “You couldn’t last just thirty more seconds?

“Dumb kitty.” Of course not. With his black framed glasses propped on the tip of his nose, his chin raised high like you truly were a dumb pet, the uncomfortable feeling of wetness welcomes itself between your thighs.

Likes the feeling of forcing fingers inside, spreading your lips so far apart you’re crying for him to stop, especially when he goes as far as to graze his teeth against your clit, the pain far too overwhelming. “Safe word angel, and I’ll stop.”

He says because he knows you like it all too much, the way the pain bleeds into the pleasure, you could barely tell the difference with it clouding your mind. When you don’t respond with what you agreed upon, he tries to force a third finger in, whispering with his mouth near the shell of your ear. “Know you can take one more princess, ease up.”

The painful stretch of three in you has you whimpering, legitimately all red in the face as you feel him move inside of you, adjusting his fingers, experimenting. “Good girl, look at your pussy swallowing in my fingers, it’s like you’re made for it.”

Also, definitely likes fucking in front of a mirror so he does have you actually look at the way his fingers disappear into your sopping cunt, then back out. If you’re lucky, could get a few more words from him, quiet groans from the back of his throat as he watches you fall apart on his fingers, “Fuck, so tight.”

Taehyun would have you naked from head to toe, while he’s still clothed, holding a vibrator against your clit to the point of overstimulation, your throat sore and your face ruined— mascara running down, your pupils blown out, hair plastered onto your forehead from sweat, nose runny and red. Has you squirting on the sheets, warm liquid spurting everywhere, embarrassingly making you mewl, your cheeks turning red, “I told you I had to go!” you whine into your arms, trying to hide your face while completely turning your body away from him. This was by far the most embarrassment you’ve felt; you feel like you’ve just ruined the mood.

But Taehyun…lord he’s a freak and do I die by that statement. Has his hands on your knees before completely spreading your legs for him. You don’t even know what he’s doing before you feel his nose against your clit, breath fanning against your skin. “Taehyun what-“

Not another word before the feeling of Taehyun’s tongue, warm wet muscle licking up your folds, drinking what he could get from your pussy like a starved man.

#id recommend tyunkus & koqabear for quality taehyun content as i am CLEARLY lacking 😭 #my apologies to the taehyun stans 🥲 #txt smut #txt hard hours #txt hard thoughts #taehyun smut #taehyun hard thoughts #taehyun hard hours #🌷. rana thoughts

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for making a "Hate Club" for my sister? My sister (13) and I (16) have never been close. She is very loud and energetic whereas I am not. She always has been a bit of a jerk sometimes, but recently she has been unbearable to be around. She has been outright mean to our parents, calling them names, screaming at them, throwing things, and doing so every morning when she gets up for school, and every evening when she has to go to sleep. Because of her "screaming schedule", my already bad sleep schedule has been ruined, and I need multiple naps to make it through my day properly because she wakes us up so early. I talked about this to some of my friends who know her, and we decided to make a group chat called "(Sister's name) Hate Club" where we could vent about how she has affected us personally. Sometimes our vents would devolve into mean comments or theorizing about why she's like this, but we never said any of this to her in person, or to anyone outside of our group of 8. However, one night when my mom (63) and I were coming home from a play we had gone to see, she saw a notification for (Sister's name) Hate Club. I had my phone connected to the car's display to play music, so she saw the notification, clear as day. I lied to her at the time, and told her that it was a group chat for stuff in our scout troop, as I didn't feel like explaining what it was on the way home. I thought that she would be mad at me. After I told her, she didn't talk much for the rest of the night. The next day, she confronted me as I was leaving for a doctor's appointment. She said "I don't know if you can tell, but I'm pretty angry at you right now." When I asked her why, she told me the group chat. She started saying how I was a bully, and how I was acting just like my sister does when she's mad. She wouldn't let me get a word in, so I rolled my eyes and left in the middle of her sentence (which I understand was not a good move, but I was already running late and I was angry now too). When I was done at the doctor's appointment, I decided to text her that it was actually a vent group about my sister to try and explain why the group wasn't actually a hate group. When I got home and into my room, she confronted me and we had a big argument. She kept on saying how I was bullying my sister, and apparently she talked to 2 of my friend's moms, saying "If your child made a hate group about someone, would you be mad?". They both responded with some form of "I'd be livid". One of those people got in trouble with their mom and had to write an apology letter to mine once their mom found out what my mom was talking about. In the argument, I told her that "I need a space to vent" and she said "The venting is not the problem, the name is". When I told her "It's just a joke name, because I obviously don't legitimately hate her", she said I was still bullying her. After that I got very defensive and started swearing (not directly at her, but for word emphasis), and she started saying I was disrespecting her now too. At that point I said I would change the name, because I know she's a hard-head and would rather die than admit that she's wrong in any given situation. I've changed the group chat name twice, and now were acting like nothing ever happened. I've talked to my friends that were in the group, and they've said that I'm NTA, but I'm still not sure if they are right or just biased because I'm their friend and they were hearing everything from my perspective. So AITA?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[thewritetofreespeech]

May I request Alucard (Castlevania) getting a massage from his s/o that starts out innocent only for it to turn slightly intimate?

Alucard x reader + massage

Alucard winced again as he stretched his shoulders.

He might have incredible healing from his vampire side, but the trials he has had to go through over the past few months have taken their toll. It seemed every day he woke up there was some new kind of sore or twinge of pain in his body. Invisible battle scars.

“Are you alright?” [Y/N] asked as they seemed to notice his fleeting discomfort.

“It’s nothing.” Alucard replied quickly. Going back to his tasks.

“It didn’t look like ‘nothing’. Are you hurt? From the other night?”

“No. Well…not really.” He wanted to just leave it at the ‘no’ but he could never lie to [Y/N]. Even white lies, or omission of the truth. “It’s my back. It’s just a little sore.”

“Well, you went through a wall.” They told him. “That’s understandable.”

They go back to their respective chores, but Alucard winced again, so [Y/N] spoke up. “It’s really bothering you eh? Why don’t you let me give you a massage?”

“A massage?” Alucard repeated with an arched brow. “I don’t think that’s necessary.”

“Come on. It’s not like that.” They insisted. “Massage has actual therapeutic properties to it. It’s as legitimate as any other non-invasive medical practice. Just…people use it for other things.” There was a slight blush to their cheeks. “In any case, it might help. Get the kinks out. Trust me. You’ll feel better.”

Alucard was still skeptical, but even the suggestion of relief seemed to make his back tense up in excitement of finally being free. So he gave in. “Fine. Lead on.”

They headed back through the castle towards his bed chamber and [Y/N] told him to strip and lay down on the bed. “Whatever level of undressed you feel comfortable with.” He wanted to tell them that his level of comfort with nudity meant that he would need to be fully clothed under the covers, but he realized that was not helpful. So he just took his shirt off.

“Do you still have that lavender oil blend Sypha gave you when you weren’t sleeping?”

“What? Oh…it’s in the box on the dresser.” He forgot about that. Seemed there was no shortage of ailments to his person these days.

They seem to find it quickly and head over to the bed to straddle him from behind across his lower back. “You need to relax.” They told him.

“I’m trying.” This was all very new to him. Being close to people. Being touched. His instincts, honed from the past few months, badgering him about being ‘pinned’ from behind. He felt their fingers run through his long hair, combing it a little as they moved it out of the way, and he took a deep breath as that seemed to help.

The air was suddenly flooded with the scent of lavender and other calming herbs. Alucard suddenly remembered how strong the scent was, and probably why he only used it a few times. He flinched when the cool oil touched his back and tried to relax again when he felt [Y/N]’s hands spread it across his back. “Is this ok?”

Alucard nodded into the pillow. Not sure if he should talk or if that would ruin the moment and ‘relaxation’ he was working on. Their hands then moved up to his shoulders and gripped them with a little more pressure than before. He instantly let out a groan.

“Sorry. Is that a good noise or a bad noise?”

“It…it’s fine…”

The hands on his shoulders were slowly kneading out all the stress. It was a little uncomfortable, at first, but his muscles were definitely giving way to their ministrations. He took another deep breath and sunk further into the bed.

This continued for a while. Alucard wasn’t sure how long. He lost track of time and nearly everything but the hands on his back. Moving in a coordinator effort from one muscle group to the next. It was like he was in a daze by the time they were finished. Barely registering the question of, “do you feel better?” to which he was only able to nod.

[Y/N] smiled down at him and leaned down to give him a kiss. He lifted up his head a little to meet them, and what was properly meant as just a quick peck soon turned into a lazy, soft, open mouth kiss on top of him. “Wow. You must be feeling better.”

“Yes. I…” Alucard suddenly realized that, although his back wasn’t stiff anymore, something else was. “I…I think I feel a little too much better.”

[Y/N] seemed confused for a minute, but they were a clever person and quickly caught on. “Oh! Do you…” Alucard surely looked about as embarrassed as he felt. So [Y/N] dropped it. “I’ll get back downstairs then. If you….well…take all the time you need.”

They climbed off of him and Alucard just laid there for a moment. Willing his erection down. It went back down soon enough, and he sat up from the bed pain free for the first time in months. He would have to thank [Y/N] properly when he went downstairs. Or maybe tonight. With perhaps a less legitimate massage.

#;ask and ye shall receive (request answers) #alucard castlevania #castlevania alucard #castlevania #castlevania scenarios #castlevania imagine #alucard x reader #castlevania alucard x reader #castlevania x reader #imagine #scenarios #castlevania imagines #adrian tepes #adrian fahrenheit tepes

[esther-dot]

oh and I hope you don't mind (we can share my mood) 11k by @thkingslayer

“You make presumptions, your highness.” “I do not. I know how unwanted I am by you, Lady Sansa.” Her mouth opens as she struggles to find the words to tell him it isn’t true. She’s a lady. She would be nice if he would. She just wants— She just wants— -- When the king travels north, Sansa takes an immediate liking to Prince Aegon. She does not, however, want anything to do with her cousin Prince Jon—the brooding, dark haired, younger brother. She's quite sure he does not want anything to do with her also. And by the Old Gods and the New, she will not let him ruin her mood.

Dawn 19k

Like her mother before her, Sansa will do her duty. She will marry a man who is practically a stranger, mere days before he sets off for war.

All That Glitters 3k by @rumaan

Sansa is annoyed she has to give up a day with Prince Aegon to show his boring younger brother around Winterfell. Some alone time with Prince Jon makes her re-evaluate her opinion.

Sapphires and Salt 9k by @wendynerdwrites

The Princess to be is jilted, the unwanted prince rises

Salty Teens one, two, three by @blackholeofprocrastination

Sansa bursts into his solar in a swirl of skirts, her precious courtesies forgotten. Jon remains seated behind his desk, earning a scowl from his lady wife.  “What did you say to Jeyne?” she demands. “Nothing.”  It’s not entirely true, but he is still too furious to be cowed in his own damn solar.

Learning to fight, learning to Dance 1k by @myrish-lace-love

Lyanna Stark survives, and Jon and Aegon are half-brothers. Jon is in a hastily arranged marriage with Sansa Stark. They get on each other's nerves constantly during the day, but their nights are a different matter.

What a Disappointment 7k by @justadram

Sansa Stark and Jon Targaryen are married and neither of them is pleased about it. Set in a world where Rhaegar lives and Jon was raised in King's Landing as a legitimized bastard.

lights still shining in the room, you left me here 11k

Perhaps at one point, her marriage to Jon had become less of a sham. But with a history of three dead children between them, even the strongest of unions would break, let alone one as fragile as theirs. When Sansa tries to save herself, her actions lead to some interesting revelations.

Made New 3k

Sansa does not get the wedding night that she longed for and has to fix it

Tell the Ones That Need to know (We Are Headed North) 10k by @vixleonard

After years of confinement in the Red Keep with Ned prisoner in the black cells, the Dragon Queen comes. With the knowledge that Jon Snow is actually a Targaryen, she agrees to let the Starks return to Winterfell only if Jon marries one of the Stark daughters. Sansa volunteers so they can all go home. Soon she figures out being married to Jon isn't bad but it is complicated.

half a kingdom and a princess 2k by @misshoneywheeler

“Guess you’re stuck with me, old girl.” Old girl. He’s never called her that before. He’s never called her anything but Sansa and my lady, or sometimes Lady Stark, a title that gives them both discomfort as Lady Stark is still Sansa’s mother to each of them. Something in Sansa thrills at the strange endearment, though she should – and may – protest at being called such a thing. There’s just something so familiar in the words, in Jon’s soft affection as he says them. Something intimate and real.

A Convenient Inconvenience 4k

Once Daenerys takes the Iron Throne she knows the battle is only half over. Now that she has the throne she must keep it. Since she cannot have heirs of her own she names her new half-brother, the former Jon Snow, now Jon Targaryen, the Crown Prince. And a prince needs a princess which is where Sansa Stark comes in. The pair marry yet it takes months for Jon to realize that Sansa thinks of their relationship as more than just a duty.

PRE CANON - WESTERN - FAIRYTALE - REGENCY - LITTLE WOMEN - HOLIDAY - SEASON SIX - ANNE OF GREEN GABLES - THE GIRL IN GREY - FREE CITIES - FAIRYTALE PART II - POLITICAL MARRIAGE - POST CANON

#jonsa #jonsa fic #dot fic list #salty teens au #arranged marriage au #political marriage au #some of these are jon is a targ but they're primarily salty teens so stuck them here and will do more jon is a targ fics later

[drdemonprince]

I deeply agree that weve got to meet people where they are at, and that there are multiple factors to consider in a masking situation. But I’m gonna be real as someone who was deeply disabled by covid something still urks me about the way people have been discussing covid protection with you. It is all so overwhelmingly from the perspective of someone not sick. It’s all about how one made the choice to not mask in certain situations and how doing otherwise would ruin ones life, and that’s like, sure, makes sense. But I don’t get that choice. That choice was taken away from me. And I am not making a ill-informed strategic decision in shaming others, I simply have no empathy for the hurt feelings of the people who put me on my deathbed, to be quite fucking honest. I am all for strategic discussions but I am not here to be tone policed by people talking about their choices that I don’t even get to take, sitting here struggling to even type.

Thanks for sharing this. One of the big tension points with COVID is that the target behaviors that need to be changed are located within people who are, statistically, not the most vulnerable -- and so, on a tactical level, we are tasked with extending compassion and aid to people who might not show the same consideration to us as disabled people, if we want to be safe.

As HIV spread throughout queer, sex worker, and intraveneous drug user communities, it was often these very communities that organized in order to influence behavioral change within their own ranks. Gay bars handed out condoms to gay men. Gay sex clubs facilitated fisting nights so people could have safer sex. Needle exchanges run by current and former drug users helped keep drug users safe. The people most likely to be infected were also the people whose behavior could be positively influenced to protect them, and thus protect the community as a whole.

That's not quite the calculus here. In order to protect disabled and high-risk people, we need EVERYONE to be on the same page with regard to COVID mitigation strategies. We need people who are not themselves high risk to mask, test, get vaccinnated, improve ventilation in their homes, etc.

Now, many of these "low risk" people are not actually low risk; the data is pretty abundant at this point that it is in actuality quite hard to pin down who will develop long COVID and who will not, it can happen to just about anyone. And indeed, even many people who know themselves to be high risk are still taking significant risks regarding COVID right now -- because they are forced to go to work in kitchens and grocery stores and live with roommates who travel and etc or because they are so filled with despair they are risk resigned.

So trying to demarcate who is a disempowered victim here and who is an inconsiderate abled person is not actually so easy -- we must resist the urge that has been drilled into us to issue moral judgements about whom is righteous and whom is deserving of suffering. That is not a disability justice politic. No one deserves long covid, no one deserves to die, no one deserves to overdose, no one deserves to get AIDS, no one deserves to perish because they could not handle the loneliness of social isolation either. We must believe that all disabilities are legitimate and in need of accommodation here, and that includes mental ones that make strict mitigation adherence hard for some. (hello, hi, i have crazy risk-taking brain disease, and even so i care about COVID mitigation, and i need community care too).

EVEN SO, it is undeniably true what you are saying, that we are focusing more on the actions and choices and hang ups of the people who have some freedom to choose, and not the people who have been at home for years at this point, completely isolated, because they are high risk or disabled by COVID already.

I would always caution people to remember that there very much are folks who are high risk and have long COVID who are still forced by economic circumstances out into public life every single day. so we can't equate who is at home and who is out in public taking risk with how disabled or sick someone is. But still, I digress, and on the whole you are right, we are concerning ourselves with people who have the freedom to choose how they respond to COVID, and doesn't that seem unfair?

Sure it's unfair! But the people who have the ability to choose how they respond to COVID risk are the exact people whose behavior we are trying to influence here! We want more people to mask, get tested, get vaccinated, socialize outdoors, etc. And so we do have to put considerable resources and messaging into reaching those people and influencing their behavior if we wish to protect disabled and high risk people.

Someone has to do the work of listening to their concerns, educating them, validating their feelings, giving them access to masks and tests, and removing barriers to them taking those kinds of desired actions. a LOT of people have to do that work. You don't have to do that work as someone who is chronically ill, but I'm gonna do it. and I wish more of my comrades would join me in it, for your sake too! We need to be doing the footwork of getting all your neighbors masking so that it is safe for you to go outside!

We also DO want to protect those people who are taking big risks. Their lives do matter just as much to me. Many of the people who are disabled with long COVID were them once. The fact that someone takes a risk does not mean they deserve to get sick and die. Again that is a fundamental cornerstone of a disability justice politic.

But yes, I hear you, it's annoying from where you are sitting to have to hear people who get to out in public and take big risks complaining about how they are sad when they get criticized. You don't have to listen to these conversations. It shouldn't be your job to hold those conversations. But they do need to happen.

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 15

Tagging: @ophelialaufey@madamemaximoff06@forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27

Oystein had finally made it home for the holidays. He promised his mom he would stay the week but all he wanted to do was sleep. They had finally gotten the album out and actually making some money back after a year and a half of dedication. They had already started working on what comes next but going into the next year, Oystein wanted to take things to the extreme.

"Honey, please don't fall asleep yet. I have groceries coming and I don't think your dad will be back in time to help." He wasn't asleep yet but the TV wasn't helping.

"The TV is nauseating. There's nothing on it." He complained switching the channels.

"You look exhausted honey. You need a vacation away from here." Oystein rolled his eyes.

"This is my vacation Mom." He could see the concern on her face but she kissed his head gently as he continued to loaf across the couch. The doorbell rang just as he was starting to get comfortable and he let out a sigh.

"Can you get that please?" Oystein held his hand up at his mom who popped her head back out the kitchen as he walked to the door.

"Hey man-" Oystein opened the door expecting anyone but her but there she was, Y/n standing there looking completely different from the last time he saw her.

"Um...your mom has a pretty big order..." Y/n gestured over her shoulder and Oystein followed her down the steps quietly stunned. They hadn't spoken in two years and Oystein couldn't even remember the last time he saw her. He decided the night she told him to fuck off that he would throw his every thought into their album. He wasn't going to let her ruin what he was building. He had a brief stint with a photographer who took shots for the album cover but once that dwindled out, he decided no more fucking around until they had reached the pinnacle of what they were creating, what he was cultivating.

"I'm sorry if this is awkward, I honestly didn't know you had come home." Y/n said honestly.

"I'm visiting on holiday. I promised I would come home after we finished the album but never made it so this is me making up for it." Oystein explained grabbing bags from the back.

"I'm sure they loved that. Your dad hasn't stopped bragging about you whenever I bring groceries." Y/n smiled and it made Oystein's chest hurt.

"You changed your hair." He blurted making her laugh.

"I did. It was starting to get too long so-"

"It looks good." Oystein added. She reached out and touched the top of his making him freeze.

"Your roots could use a touch up. Your evil is bleeding out." Y/n joked. He wanted to laugh but the last time they spoke, she was shitting on his image. She had no idea who he was now.

"I've been a bit busy." Oystein tossed more of the groceries at the bottom of the steps and Y/n nodded realizing he apparently didn't appreciate the joke.

"That's what I hear. Congratulations on the album. Your sister actually gifted it to me for Christmas." Oystein didn't know why he felt self conscious that she actually owned a copy of their record but he tried not to let it show.

"I'm sure it's getting a lot of use in a drawer somewhere." He grabbed the last of the groceries and started to walk away.

"It's not...and it's really good. I don't understand most of it but it's good Oystein." He finally looked at her face and she held a sincere gaze as she complimented him, almost like she was proud of him.

"Well I guess we didn't need a list of backup singers after all considering Pelle is still alive and kicking." Oystein shot watching her face fall.

"Tell your mom I said happy holiday." She turned her back on him and started down the driveway to the car but he followed.

"You know you should consider growing up and finding a legitimate job. I mean I thought you would have moved on by now but here you are still slinging groceries." Y/n laughed out loud at Oystein's bitter jab at her employment again.

"What? You don't want to talk about how much of a poser I am? Or how I don't give a shit about my band? You've got nothing to say now?" He pressed continuing to follow her as she slammed her trunk shut.

"I'm not going to fight you Euronymous. It would be a waste of both our times. The only thing you're doing now is revealing how absolutely full of shit you are still. I can see you haven't changed one bit." She got into her car and he felt his blood boiling. He wanted to fight. He wanted to get under her skin. Anything just to keep her talking to him. Before he could say anything else, she was backing out of the driveway as his dad was pulling in. He gave her a wave before parking in front of Oystein who was clenching his fists, stalking back to the groceries at the bottom of the steps to drag inside.

"Blast from the past! I bet you and Y/n had a lot to catch up on." His dad clearly didn't realize they were no longer on speaking terms.

"Hardly. Honestly I thought she would have gotten a real job by now. It's pretty pathetic to still be delivering groceries at her age." Oystein's dad halted his son with a firm grip.

"Oystein...you didn't say that to her did you? That is incredibly inappropriate and hurtful. She works really hard to support her family, especially after what happened with her mother." Oystein had no idea what his dad was talking about but he was actually upset with him.

"What happened to her mom?" He asked curiously.

"She had a psychotic breakdown. Tried to kill herself in front of the kids. Her dad had to have her committed just to be able to care for her. Y/n has to work like she does to take care of her brothers. I think even one of her brothers has the same problems her mother has. It's incredibly sad." Oystein couldn't lie. He felt like a dick for saying what he said but there was nothing he could do about it.

They were just two different people who couldn't make it work. It was bittersweet but not surprising. He couldn't let her take him back to where he was then. He had to stay focused on keeping the image that he worked so hard for.

#R!Euronymous #R!Euronymous x Y/n #Film: Lords of Chaos #Alkaline #One Shot Series #Alkaline Series #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult #15/35

[crushedsweets]

Do you have and hcs of how Toby and Ben would act together? - Hoodie

YES SORT OF . u know the drill this is my au and bens story is one that i changed a lot so here we go :9

ok toby younger brother family trauma issues lonely grew up isolated etc. ben only child got killed by neighbor for absurd vr theory now inhabits a virus-ghost-form that he partially shares with several other dead kids.

toby and ben wouldnt have gotten along before ben died. only because ben was just. a 13 yr old boy addicted to video games ... those kids r mean, and toby was heavily bullied in his childhood. the ONLY reason bens not a huge dick anymore is bc his 'form' itself is fucked up (he glitches, he has an electronic vocal fry and occasional stutter from glitches, he has a weird glow to him, sickly drowned boy skin, veins look like those green code lines, red/black eyes, HE'S LITERALLY DRESSED LIKE LINK). bens not exactly insecure about any of this, but he knows damn well he cannot make fun of a tic without toby shooting back 10x harder.

which ok yeah kinda sad that ben has to look weird for him to not be mean but .. . like . . yeah. it is what it is.

they met mmm... maybe when toby was around 21? jeff would be 16, and ben wouldve been 14. SOOO toby doesnt really TRY to befriend ben. he's too old for him and has no interest in being besties w some kid. but he has a job to stop ben from tormenting people online and drawing attention to weird ghost sites and whatnot, so he started talking to all sorts of ai- cleverbot being the main, of course.

of all the proxies, tobys the only one ben likes. tobys a dick, but he has his moments where he's funny and gets distracted during a mission, so he's sat and rambled and bickered with the ai on slow nights. ben immediately knew everything about toby, because he has access to every single file on tobys computer, phone, etc.

ben SCARED THE SHIT out of toby upon their first meeting. he crawled out of tobys janky ass computer one day and toby nearly threw up from being so freaked out. yeah, he's killed people and whatever, BUT GHOSTS R FUCKING SCARY (and he has .trauma with ghosts and hallucinations of them (lyra)). ben already knew exactly who toby worked for, what toby was doing, and thought it was beyond funny. ben was the first being who already knew all the slenderman lore because he spends literally. every. second. on the internet. he is basically the internet. and he watches them, listens through their phones, watches, etc. he doesnt know the details perfectly tho cuz technology gets weird around slednerman/the operator. so toby thought that was helpful, in a sense.

so pretty quickly ben was fond of toby. thought he was like, that cool older brother of your friend. the main issue was the proxies at this time were trying to find and kill jeff because he was infected by the operator and slenderman deemed him 'too far gone.'

ben was actually the one who proposed the whole 'okay. so you want me to stop terrorizing kids online. fair. now ive noticed you keep trying to kill my friend(jeff). stop that and we can be cool :3'.

eventually they all came to some weird agreement where. ben will stop haunting people, the proxies will stop trying to kill jeff, jeff has to stop doing his 'full course' murders, and eventually, ben just likes them enough to start helping them with cctv, police files, etc. it was a complicated agreement that eventually ended in friendship, sort of?

they play video games together. eventually toby does see him as a little brother. it's kinda unsettling because the proxies realize just how much power ben has when it comes to just...... leaking everything. toby thinks that 'ok well, if ben leaks stuff about us, we leak stuff about jeff, and now he has no friends and is lonely, so he can't.' but tim and brian are legitimately freaked out at the thought of their lives being ruined anymore than they already are, so theyre pretty courteous to ben

ben will really just hang around. toby can just be eating breakfast and ben will pop up and ask whats up. he's annoying and clingy, and he can tell toby is biting his tongue half the time. . but toby is grateful sometimes. bens laid back and funny, and toby could use some laughs, so its a decent time for them both

again, overall, toby is just kinda too old for ben(although ben wouldve been a year older than toby if he was alive), but ben is really funny, he's nice to toby, he plays video games with him, he comes and checks in on him randomly. so toby appreciates having a freaky ghost little brother thing hanging around. bens one of his fave people (which is only saying so much when the other people he talks to are like . . jeff)

#ticci toby #ticci toby headcanons #ben drowned #ben drowned headcanons #hcs #creeped #lord do i talk. #um #hey. #sorry. #i hope this does talk enough about how they act around eachother #i just feel the need to explain hella context otherwise i'd feel my explanation on their friendship is too random LOL

[worriedvision]

Can u make one alhaitham having a fiancée the entire time they dated resder but reader wasn’t aware and reader has terrible trust issues. But alhaitham never agreed to marry them because him smhhh fiancée just found it easy to shut their parents off and date their own lovers UGH 😭😭💀 you can also do this with diluc make them grovel

Oh so like an arranged marriage? Sure! Ofc I would love to hurt Alhaitham, I'm going to have it so that the fiancées parents are the ones that break it to the reader, and the fiancée is actually fine with the whole Alhaitham dating someone else bc they don't really want to go ahead with the marriage. Throwing in Kaveh being a supportive friend for Alhaitham, that sentence will make sense trust me! Gender neutral reader (may have slipped up somewhere, please tell me if I do!)

Also I KNOW I am notoriously bad for 'maybe I'll do a part 2' but with this I AM going to do a part 2. Seriously, I have got a few ideas for a part 2 and if anyone is wanting to help me decide on which one to go with please feel free to tell me haha! I have all these possible ideas, but my brain cannot decide so easily to fully commit on one thing.

---

"Excuse me, may we have a word with you?" A couple ask you, concerning you. "It won't take too long. It is in regards to Alhaitham."

"Is he alright?" You ask, the couple not responding.

"May we come in?" The couple ask, you nodding as you grew concerned about Alhaitham's wellbeing. At the time, you honestly thought he was in a dire situation and it was a case where these pair would have to tell you privately how poor of a condition he is in.

--

"I don't believe you. He wouldn't hold that away from me, he's a good communicator." You protest, the couple pulling out the document Alhaitham signed with the conditions clearly set out, as well as the other individual.

"You are a homewrecker, don't you have any shame?" The mother spits out, the father immediately gripping the mother by the shoulder to shut her up. "I know you must have grown very close, but this man has a fiancée. When the marriage kept being postponed, it was only natural that we investigated the situation."

"But I know this person." You reply, pointing to the other name on the contract. "She's never voiced any concerns about my relationship with Alhaitham."

"You're ruining the family by doing this, you know that?" The father states. "You need to end this fling of yours before it gets any more serious."

--

That night, you walk over to Alhaitham's house. It was supposed to be a date, but you were not dressed for such an occassion. Bashing on the door, Alhaitham opens the door. Before he can start a word, you storm in.

"Oh, are you both having a night in?" Kaveh asks, beginning to move to get up to give you some privacy.

"No. You stay." You point, Kaveh reluctantly sitting as he looks over at his annoying roommate. "How long were you going to wait until you told me you have a fiancée?"

"That contract was signed years ago." Alhaitham calmly states.

"Not the question I asked." You growl. "I read the contract myself, and the contract was legitimate. You never told me about this." You look Alhaitham in the eye, him seeming to freeze up.

"Please, allow me to explain." Alhaitham responds, you shaking your head no.

"Her parents confronted me, you know? At first I thought they were there to inform me about you being in a poor condition. When they pulled out that contract, I was ashamed of myself." You state. "Even looking back, you never showed any signs of affection towards her."

"That is-"

"You know I have trust issues, and you kept this information from me!" You shout, Alhaitham wincing at the loudness. "I am not a 'homewrecker' by nature, and after learning of this arrangement I have debated on what parts of this relationship were real."

"Please, I can explain." Alhaitham protests, walking towards you. "There is more to this situation than what her parents have told you."

"I can't trust you anymore, Alhaitham." You state, crossing your arms. "I feel so stupid for letting my walls down around you. Moving forward, do not contact me in public. Maintain your distance, and treat your fiancée right."

With that, you left the house.

--

Kaveh usually couldn't stand Alhaitham, but seeing the entire situation compelled him to get his side of the story. He sits with Alhaitham as the man explains that he was constantly asked to sign this stupid contract by this woman's parents, and these were two prominent figures in the community. He signed it, under one condition.

A condition that neither him nor his fiancée agreed with.

"Neither of us want an arranged marriage. I signed it, but only because at the time I thought I would be able to live with her being a roommate. This was even before I met _, and at the time I did think I was too... I don't know how to describe it." Alhaitham sighs, a tear threatening to fall.

"You really love them, don't you?" Kaveh asks with obvious empathy, Alhaitham nodding.

"I should have told them that I wouldn't sign that contract. Even if I didn't meet _, I shouldn't have entertained the idea of an arranged marriage when I was so used to being a lone wolf." Alhaitham shakes his head, Kaveh nodding as he rubs his back.

"Stop me if you don't want my advice." Kaveh starts, Alhaitham looking over and, for once, listening. "You have got to break off this arranged marriage. Now before you tell me about who these two people are, you need to remember you are - as of now - the Acting Grand Sage. No longer do they have the authority to tell you what to do with the threats, now you are the higher up." Kaveh explains, Alhaitham listening intently. "Your fiancée doesn't want this marriage either, yes? Take them with you. It will stop them from harpooning on the possibility your fiancée wants this."

"...I wished I was smart enough to realise all this when I became the acting Grand Sage." Alhaitham sighs. "As you know, it took a long time for the relationship with _ to grow serious enough for them to come along to my house. How can I..." he trails off, head now buried in his hands.

"Allow me to talk to them. I'll take Tighnari and Cyno with me, seeing as they (somehow) became great friends in the duration of your dating." Kaveh explains. "I may not get on with you, Alhaitham, but _ made you happy. I will try my best to properly explain the entire situation."

"Thank you, Kaveh." Alhaitham fails to hold back the tears, pulling him in for a hug. "I am such an idiot with this stuff."

"Yes you are." Kaveh teases, reciprocating the hug. "But I am going to help you fix this."

#alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #alhaitham x gender neutral reader #kaveh #gender neutral reader #angst

[hezuart]

Ignoring everything about Helluva and Hazbin. Who would you say is your favorite character in both and what character are you most excited to see in Hazbin? For me my favorite characters are Blitz and Angel Dust, but I’m most excited to see Husk and what his deal is.

Before my disappointment in both series these two were my favs: Alastor. I liked that he seemed like a classic serial killer in some ways. He was charming and nice, but cruel and sadistic beneath the surface. It was sort of inferred he preyed on the innocent and tore to bigger bads to shreds. But part of him also was just some old fashioned guy into fashionable parties, old radio technology, and is an aro/ace rep. It left things open for interpretation. Maybe he just wanted to join Charlie to laugh at other people's failures. But also maybe he wants to protect a fresh talent; help Charlie realize her true potential and give into her demonhood instead of denying it. Maybe he sought validation for his misdeeds- that turning back was never an option despite perhaps secret regrets within. Maybe he wanted to interrupt the status quo, he knew Charlie was going to stir up chaos, everyone was already talking about her, she is a HUGE news sensation regardless of positive or negative, and that would be good for his radio business since he is in a big rivalry with Vox, the TV overlord. But also, perhaps, he was manipulating Charlie because he had a secret bigger goal, maybe trying to get to Lucifer or the throne. Maybe he's just securing more power for himself by associating with the King of Hell's daughter. There was just a lot of potential to his character.

~ As for Helluva, I think Stolas was my favorite. He was a posh, manipulative, selfish high-class demon with connections who cheated on his wife and kinda left his daughter (who he once cared deeply for) for some low-class asshole imp. The entire operation is an illegal power trade for sex. He's not only destroying his reputation amongst Hell, but he could also get all of Hell into trouble because IMP's carelessness- the video evidence of demons being real... he's violated the statute of secrecy and can have everything taken from him potentially. It's such high risk for little reward. Makes you wonder if he just got bored with his life, or was unhappy in his marriage but didn't feel like it was socially acceptable to divorce his wife and leave his kid. Just feels like whatever the case, it was a thrill for him. He hires Blitz as his "knight in shining armor" to "protect him" when he is literally a powerful demon that is so uninterested and unworried about demons attempting to kill him. It's all a fantasy. It's all fake. He never needed Blitz's protection (when he wants it anyway)

Until he started catching feelings over his fantasy Blitz, so he started asking him on dates only to get shut down. When Blitz finally asks him... he's ecstatic, only to realize they don't actually have any chemistry with each other. That Blitz actually only used him and didn't actually wanna go on a date with him. And then, Stolas finally realized he doesn't actually know who Blitz is outside of his current status as an assassin. The relationship is taboo and Blitz doesn't even seem to want him. Stolas realizes he gave up the life he had (a bad and boring one maybe) for a fantasy (not real) He's ruined everything. He isn't even aware that his wife is trying to get him assassinated. He isn't self-aware of his disrespectful manipulative classism that upsets Blitz so much. ("impish little plaything" / "Little ones") He isn't aware how much he's hurt his daughter and how much she blames him for everything since he would and has chosen Blitz over her. He isn't even aware that Blitz has legitimately protected him and has his own personal baggage with relationships that holds him back. The potential to see a prince and a pauper on-screen develop respect, go from fake one night stands to potential actual lovers... there's so much you can do with this.

Stolas was a pompous prince dethroned and turned humble by his misdeeds and mistakes. Unrewarded in his arc for change. Set up for destruction, set up for failure. He's a tragic character. The chaos his arc creates is so boundless and entertaining.

The potential behind these two, the initial set ups... who they are... what they could be... I loved it.

#im prepared for disappointment but #i love the perspectives i have of them #theres a lot of layers and potential and arcs #hazbin hotel #helluva boss #alastor #stolas

[rainbow-femme]

So obviously I love just how much LGBTQ+ media exists now, and how much media has LGBTQ+ characters in it, but something Gen Z and later generations will never experience is being so desperate for anything that you end up finding the weirdest gay indie movies imaginable, watching them once at 2 am and then never seeing them again, and being haunted by the half remembered plots because you cannot for the life of you track them down again

So I would like to give you that experience vicariously through two of the ones I watched over a decade ago. If you recognize these please let me know I would love to track them down

The first was about this French gay dude in America who was marrying a lesbian friend to get a green card, and his boyfriend is like

“Hey babe my sibling is coming to town and going to stay with us.”

And the French guy goes “That seems like a bad idea, on account of you telling me that every time they come into town they become super toxic and make you the worst version of yourself and ruin your life.”

And the boyfriend is like “Ok but what are the odds that would happen again.”

The sibling I’m going to use they/them for because in an example of wonderful handling of trans characters, this person continually changes their mind about their gender, which is fine, except they keep managing to get full sex change surgeries every time it happens which is absolutely wild to me because it’s implied they have fully transitioned multiple times. They come into town having had a full MTF transition to the point of both top and bottom surgery and hormones but they’ve decided they’re a man again so they want a place to crash while they have a full FTM transition and I feel like I vividly remember them saying something about finding a doctor who can make them a pair of testicles. Like, specifically testicles was what they brought up, no other bits, this doctor apparently only made and attached artificial testicles and this character decided to start there

So naturally they start isolating the boyfriend from everyone by convincing him that everyone is out to get him and his French boyfriend sucks and is holding him back to the point that the boyfriend I’m pretty sure starts physically abusing the French guy along with other emotional abuse

And the story culminates in the two of them tipping off immigration about the green card marriage and literally get this dude deported, like he is handcuffed and put into a car and taken away, and also probably screwing over the lesbian friend who had agreed to marry him after the boyfriend had asked her to do it to help them

And as the car is driving away the boyfriend looks at the sibling and gives a “Nuh uh, I’m done with you” head shake and starts chasing after the car the French dude is in only to be hit by a different car and presumably killed

And that’s it, that’s the movie

The second is probably my favorite half remembered middle of the night gay movie

It’s about two lesbian friends who seem to be trying out dating each other to see if the relationship would work, and they end up meeting a group of BDSM lesbians who go “Uh, didn’t anyone tell you that lesbians don’t do monogamy anymore? We’re all polyamorous and have BDSM subculture personalities that we live in 24/7, that’s the only way to be a lesbian”

(Side note I don’t think this movie is actually bad about BDSM or polyamory stuff, it’s more about how people just coming out can easily get sucked into doing what they think they should and end up unhappy and over their heads in order to fit what a “real [X] person” looks or acts like. The characters who legitimately enjoy the lifestyle seem to be written in a good way based off my 10+ year old memory of my single viewing)

So the two lesbians decide that one is going to full time be a Daddy personality and the other will be a Little Girl personality, and they can sleep with whoever they want except the Daddy one can’t sleep with a different Little Girl or vice versa because that’s cheating

And this movie was so good because these two had 100% no knowledge of what they were actually supposed to do in BDSM situations and just kept acting like they did and the people in the scenes were like “… Ok, I guess I’ll trust you’re going somewhere with this?” and they never were, they were always just stalling for time

The best example is when the Little Girl one met a butch sub who was a Little Boy, I guess, and she wanted to do a three way with the Little Boy and the Daddy, and again they take things pretty literally so in the scene they’re like “ok you’re my dad and this is my son so that means you’re his grandpa.” And the Daddy one again has no idea what to do when genuinely faced with an experienced sub so she goes “Um, let’s make him sit in a box?” so they get a comically small box and make the sub squat down in it but again they have no idea what to do next and it culminates in the Little Girl saying she’s being drawn between the Daddy one she had been into before all of this and the Little Boy one she just met which pisses off the Daddy one so she leaves, fully confusing the Little Boy sub who thought that was all part of the scene

And then the Daddy one decides if the other is gonna have a new person she will too and she finds a super experienced femme domme and tries to flirt by pretending to be a dog and bringing her something in her mouth and the femme domme is just like “Ok A. I know you’re not actually into this so I’m not going to do anything to you because you wouldn’t like it, but also B. Even if you were I am so far above your experience level you would not be able to take it. So WTF is your problem cut it out.”

And there’s like a BDSM spin the bottle where you kiss or smack or lick the boot of whoever you land on and the Daddy one kisses a different Little Girl which pisses of the original Little Girl so she storms off so the Daddy One fully sleeps with the second one, and then gets in a fight with the original one over how one cheated because she got with the same archetype as the other but the other also cheated because she actually got feelings for someone else

And somehow they resolve everything and the story ends with them turning this into a performance art piece. You don’t see the actual performance art, probably because the writers wanted them to get wild applause but couldn’t think of a performance art piece based on this that would actually earn wild applause so you just see them being applauded while wearing a bunch of ties and jackets and scarves and stuff to I guess symbolize them trying to be things they weren’t

And then you see the butch sub getting whipped or spanked or something by the femme domme to show that everyone got their happily ever after

Heartstopper is great and all but they just don’t make ‘em like that anymore

#again if anyone recognizes these please let me know I want to see how much of what I remember is correct #gay movies #gay media #queer movies #queer media

[queenburd]

I played Zending last night and got to hear lines I’ve literally never, never heard before. It actually hurt.

Anyway here’s Zending fic. Im like. Neutral about it. It feels all over the place. Whatever.

—

He’s trembling.

Stanley sits at his desk, staring at the blinking green marker on his computer screen. He barely sees it.

(“I just wanted us to get along.”)

He stands abruptly. He steps out of his office.

“Where were all of his coworkers? Stanley decided to go to the meeting room—perhaps he had simply missed a memo.”

The voice is steady as ever. It does not waver. It does not whimper. It does not snarl.

Stanley will not be sick. Stanley will not crumple like wet cardboard.

He walks down the hall.

Takes the door on the left.

Goes to the boss’s office.

Turns off the mind control facility.

Steps outside.

Walks down the hall.

Takes the door on the left.

Goes to the boss’s office.

Turns off the mind control facility.

Steps outside.

Walks down the hall.

Takes the—

Both the doors close.

“Stanley, much as I appreciate you playing my game to its proper completion, I can’t help feeling like you’re not absorbing this the way you ought to.”

But—but Stanley is trying to, to play this properly. He’s trying to do what the fellow tells him to.

(“I just wanted us to get along.”)

“Your heart’s not in it, I can tell you that much. No, the story isn’t leaving the impression on you that it’s supposed to. You’re not getting anything out of it, which renders it moot.”

Stanley’s hands are balled up into fists. He grits his teeth tight to the danger of hurting himself. None of this should matter. None of it ever matters, he knows that. It always ends with him in his office, staring down a hall, a voice waiting for him.

“Well if it’s so meaningless, then why are you so adamant to play it?” The voice is offended, it’s clear by how it enunciates its words.

Stanley tries to breathe properly, a boiling anger making itself known.

(“I just wanted us to get along.”)

“And that! What is that, that you keep almost remembering? What in Heaven’s name has you so worked up?”

So it hadn’t bothered him, then? His voice breaking as he begged, pleaded—

Stanley grabs his temples. Squeezes his eyes shut. He doesn’t want to think about this. This is his enemy. It was a ploy, nothing more. He’s fallen for it, sure, but that doesn’t mean he needs to remember the vivid details of his shame.

“I don’t understand. What ploy, Stanley?”

Why was he pretending he didn’t know?! Does he enjoy mocking Stanley for being so gullible and weak? That Stanley would fall for such a cheap trick, some waterworks? Yes, fine! He may not like the fellow, but he’s not cruel and heartless! He—

“Stanley!” The voice interrupts, sounding honestly alarmed. “I’m not mocking you, I legitimately don’t understand. I—you’re starting to concern me, really!”

Stanley clutches his head and tries to control his breathing. The voice carries on, clearly anxious.

“I really don’t know what’s gotten into you. I know we went through the red door, saw the stars—did that ending really upset you so much? Because I—well,” it continues, sounding a bit put out, a bit disappointed. “I thought it was lovely. You didn’t like it?”

What part of throwing himself to his death repeatedly was Stanley supposed to like?

A long silence. Then:

“… what are you talking about? What does that mean?”

Wh—

He doesn’t remember?

“Stanley, what don’t I remember? What am I supposed to be remembering?”

He doesn’t remember.

A weight falls off Stanley’s shoulders.

“Stanley? Stanley, tell me what I’m supposed to remember!”

He inhales shakily to let out a sigh of relief. Okay. This changes things. He hasn’t ruined everything beyond repair.

“Stanley, don’t avoid the question!”

No, he doesn’t want to. He wants to play the game. He wants to move on.

“I cannot believe this! You’re behaving like a child! Just tell me what you’re hiding!”

No.

The narrator seethes. Stanley’s face is beautifully blank.

It’s for the best, honestly, that the narrator cannot remember. It’s a miserable thing, to remember. So Stanley doesn’t want to think about it, and that’s much easier to do when the other party can’t hold it over him.

“Fine. Fine. But you listen to me,” the voice hisses venomously. “I will find out what you’re keeping from me, if I have to rip it from your very skull. You try to keep your little secrets, Stanley. You’ll see. You can’t hide anything from me.”

The doors swing open with a bang. Stanley takes the door on the left.

He behaves all the way to the on/off switch, and then slams the ON button.

Alright, look, the fellow can work out some frustration. Stanley will press buttons in the meantime. They can both work off some steam and do something new. Win-win.

(“I just wanted—“)

There’s a low, dangerous chuckle.

“You don’t have the power you think you do. You never did, and you never will.”

There is no timer. The bomb goes off.

Stanley feels like he is flung into his office chair, and then he feels something—someone—pry its large, sharp claws into the fragile mass of his mind, and tear it open down the middle to rifle through the contents.

—

“If we just stay here, right in this moment, in this place… Stanley, I— I think I feel…. Happy. I actually feel happy!”

Stanley looks up at the stars. He watches the lights drift up.

It…

Fuck, but he has to hand it to the fellow. It is beautiful. Really, honestly beautiful.

But he can’t help how his eye keeps getting drawn to the staircase down to a door. Can’t help being curious.

“No… wait. Where are you going?” The voice is shaken from its reverie when he steps out of the room, like it was so entranced it almost hadn’t realized he’d slipped away.

He just wants to see what’s around the corner. They can go back, he just—

“Oh, no!”

Stairs. Stairs that go nowhere. Stairs that go up and up and up, with no other way but down.

Stanley feels his stomach drop. He steps back, through the doorway into the hall, and then turns on his heel and bolts to the room with the lights.

“Right,” the narrator says, clearly trying to recover, still frazzled. “Where were we?”

Lights. Lights. Stanley is staying here.

“Right. If we just stay here… we just have to stop moving.”

No moving. Okay. Okay.

The voice goes quiet. Stanley stays and looks up at the lights for a long time. His heart rate slows, his breaths deepen.

Okay. He’s feeling a lot more put together. And he can see that the narrator does want to show him something beautiful. He’s willing to try to compromise. He’s willing to play along, to meet in the middle.

The voice says nothing.

Very slowly, Stanley feels himself growing cold.

“We would both be so much happier if we just stopped.”

Oh. Stanley thinks he understands. It frightens him.

There is no story here. There is no progression. There is just this room. There is only the trap of happiness here, like the lotus eaters of the Odyssey. The cursed sweet fruit that keeps you from moving, from progressing.

That’s not a life. That’s not living. It’s only escapism. And all this means is that Stanley will never be happy here.

And, and the voice, quiet, lured in, eating the lotuses forever, will not reset, no matter how Stanley pleads. It thinks it knows what’s best.

Oh, god. He has to—

He has to—

Stanley inhales a shuddering breath and gets to his feet. Move. Move. Don’t think about it. Just move without thinking.

He makes it to the bottom of the stairs before the voice finally seems to come to its senses.

“No! What did we talk about?! You’re risking everything we achieved here!”

Stanley takes another breath to brace himself.

“Please, no, Stanley! Let me stay here! Don’t take this away from me!”

It pleads. It begs. When he doesn’t die from the first fall, it takes shuddering breaths and tries again to coax him to see reason.

God, he wants to. His steps are slow—pain creeps up his body.

But Stanley can’t. He knows he can’t. He knows that he’s not just fighting for himself.

He has to do this for both of them.

“I can’t go back to the way I was before!”

God, he’s sorry. But this isn’t living. He feels like he’s trying to hold an addict back from a drug, and it’s cruel, but it has to happen, it has to.

Stanley… is not this thing’s friend. He’s not. It tells him again and again that he has no power. He’s just a plaything for it. A toy. It keeps him in this unending prison and tries to break him when he does anything it deems a distraction.

But he likes to think he’s a good person. He doesn’t act out of malice. Mischievousness, maybe. It’s a little fun to see the fellow fuss, since he’s so dramatic. But cruelty? Stanley doesn’t act out of cruelty. It never grants him the same regard, it’s plenty cruel to him, but he doesn’t take any sick pleasure from trying to return the favor.

But this is cruel.

The voice cracks. With each fall, it loses hope. It gives up on him.

“I just wanted us to get along. But I guess that was too much to ask.”

Stanley wishes he felt angry. He wishes he could feel a spark of resentment at that statement, when the narrator has done so much to him that would dissuade any sensible person from considering that getting along was still an option.

He wishes it all the way down.

But all he feels is shame.

—

“I—“

The presence reels back, away and out of Stanley’s memories, out of repulsion or horror he cannot tell.

Stanley wants to scream. He covers his head and neck with his arms and braces for retribution, for the rage he expected when he first woke up after those stairs faded from his vision.

He had expected anger. Cruelty. Vengeance. He had tried to play along, to ease his punishment if he could. To maybe show his remorse.

(“I just wanted—“)

Fuck, fuck. It’s going to hurt him.

“I…”

He hadn’t done it to be cruel, he hadn’t done it to be powerful, he’s sorry, he knows he let him down, and he wishes the fellow could have just been happier not remembering. He could have kept this burden to himself.

“Why don’t I remember?”

It’s not directed at him. The voice is asking itself. It seems lost.

“I…”

There’s the rustling of papers.

“We. We go into the room,” the narrator starts haltingly. “We come to an understanding. And then I reset. I—that’s what it says. It says that I—but I didn’t—“

Stanley is shaking.

“But I… I couldn’t….”

Please. He’s sorry. He knows it’s going to hurt him, but please, don’t hurt him too badly.

“Oh, Stanley.”

It seems only now to notice him, his terror. His withdrawal. He doesn’t think it’s ever seen him so afraid, not even in the ending with the bomb. And of course it hasn’t. Because that’s just death. Death is scary, but quick.

Pain can last. When done by experts, it can last a long, long time.

(“I just wanted us to get along.”)

“Stanley?” The voice is small. It’s said the same way it was said when it asked him to please, please go back to the other room. “I’m… it’s. It’s okay. You’re okay. It—it’s going to be fine.” It strengthens a bit. Clears its throat. “It’s just an ending. It’s over, alright? We’re none the worse for wear.”

He gets the sense that, if it could, the voice would be placing a hand so gently on the spread of his back, between his stretched shoulder blades, in an attempt to get him to relax. Try to bleed the tension out of him.

“The lotus-eater comparison was… quite clever,” the narrator offers, a small olive branch. “I’m not angry with you, Stanley. After all, I did just see it all through your eyes. I know you weren’t being intentionally cruel.”

It doesn’t make things better.

“Well, no, but intent does matter.” The narrator sighs. “Gosh, you really weren’t kidding about that being miserable. Ignorance really is bliss, sometimes, isn’t it?”

Stanley chokes on a wet laugh. Understatement of the century.

God. It’s so unfair that the most beautiful place in the game so far is so dangerous.

“You liked it that much?” The narrator’s voice is hopeful and perhaps a bit shy.

Yeah. He had.

The fellow preens a bit, humming happily. “Well, I’m sure I can come up with something just as good. And—maybe—maybe I’ll remember now. Maybe we can go back.”

Stanley shivers.

“Oh, no no no, not now. Certainly not. Mustn’t be too careful. Poor fellow. What I mean is—if you need a break. Since—well, since we dealt with this far from that room, I’ll be able to keep this experience in mind. Maybe then I won’t make the same mistakes.”

Stanley doesn’t know. He’s not up for risking it right now. And the fellow doesn’t listen to him much, so he doubts that his prodding would have much effect, not if the narrator is so deeply entranced again.

The voice heaves a sigh again. “Well. It is your choice, in the end. Lord knows I can’t force you.”

The quiet drifts back in. After a long pause, where Stanley wonders if it’s retreated back into the hall, the voice speaks up again.

“Stanley,” it says, very very gently, as though trying not to spook him, “I’m not going to hurt you.”

His reaction startles both of them—he bursts into tears.

It’s just a release of the tension, he thinks distantly, while his body heaves and shakes. He was so unimaginably scared and ashamed, that the final acknowledgement means all that emotion needs an outlet.

Stanley cries. The narrator stumbles over his words.

“Oh, oh damn it all, I’ve made it worse, haven’t I? Stanley, I don’t know what I’m doing! I’m not good at this!”

No, no. It’s okay. He just needs to get it out. This is a thing he needs to do for himself.

“I. Okay.” The fellow clearly doesn’t understand, but he’s trying valiantly to give Stanley what he needs. “I’ll just, wait outside until you’re ready to continue the story.”

Fine. That’s fine.

Stanley lets it all shake out of him. It exhausts him, hollows him out. He comes out the other side feeling cleaner, if a little raw—like fresh skin under the dry peeling sunburn.

“There you go,” the narrator greets when he finally exits the office. “Ready to continue?”

The fellow sounds nervous, though it’s evident he’s working to hide it. Stanley scrubs at his face one more time, then gives a thumbs up.

“Alright.” He clears his throat. “Where were all of his coworkers? Stanley decided to go to the meeting room—perhaps he had simply missed a memo.”

Stanley takes a deep breath.

And then he hops out the window.

“Wh—“

There’s a palpable befuddlement to the voice, but it persists, working to stay on script. Stanley can’t help the sigh of relief.

He needed to be sure. He needed to know he wouldn’t be hurt for disobeying again.

The narrator huffs, strums his guitar, and insults him sternly, but the protagonist gets the sense that he’s just as aware of Stanley’s fears, and just as eager to provide him the proof that, yes, he is going to be okay.

(“I just wanted us to get along.”)

They are going to be okay.

#may writes #tsp #the sparrow parable #everyone and their dad has written Zending but #I hope this is a somewhat refreshing take #it’s earlyish in their history so the narrator can be capricious as all hell #but anyway. vague jazz hands #tadaaaa.

[onyxisnotuniqueenough]

i don't exactly know how to deal with this - I'm not a big enough person on tumblr to have ever been confronted to this type of comment :

but it still surprised me to see this when my experience on here has honestly been overwhelmingly positive and I've never really talked or met someone who'd comment something like that on here.

i don't honestly think it's wrong to put this person on "blast" (even though, let's be honest, me posting about it is less of a blast and more of a nice summer night breeze.) since they have commented this publicly for everyone to see - so i see no issue in answering in a just as public of a way.

anyway just wanted to say that I think it's kind of sad that you value fictional characters and people in general based on their physical appearance, and that you seem to forget there is an actor aka a real person behind that role.

and oops - guess what - whatever you think of the appearance of any fucking actor - that's not the part of their job that fucking matters!!

Now, let's try to see walk a few centimeters in your shoes. In your eyes, Foggy is ugly as fuck. So that means he can't get the girl, right? Is that how the story goes? Whatever his personality, his humor or his charm - everybody always only looks at physical appearance and there is not ONE person on this earth who cares, or should care, about what's really underneath.

now apparently, Hallelujah, Karen is attractive in your eyes so she deserves love. Ugh, but that is SO RUINED by the fact that she's ANNOYING AS HELL.....EW.....

There's 2 ways for me to take that Karen is annoying comment.

1 - it's the Skyler White Syndrome and any woman who worries, cares, makes mistakes or has any kind of character flaw is just a nagging annoying woman who's ruining your badass man show. like "guys? what the fuck? there's someone else than a muscular superhero dude or the very evil/murderous/manipulative/actually annoying guy that i somehow forgive on my fucking screen!!! hide that shit or else my masculinity will dissappear!!!!!!!!!"

Now since I don't know your gender or your background - this could be either internalized misogyny or plain old sexism at play. Couldn't care less. Either way it's stupid to think that a female character is either perfect or horrible, a mary sue or a bitch. and that you'll complain either way.

2. I give you the benefit of the doubt. You finding Karen annoying has nothing to do with your gender or what you think of women in media and entertainment and more with the fact that you honestly do find her annoying. What exactly has she done to be described as annoying? Is her dialogue bad? Is her story taking away from Matt's? Are her decisions stupid or irrational and you just can't take it when a character makes actual mistakes?

What exactly are you criticizing her for? Because since I've written my post about romantic relationships i'm willing to bet that your "Karen is annoying" thing is said in a romantic context and that it's just the way she speaks or her personality that you dislike, and this has nothing to do with what actually makes her character interesting or how her backstory has shaped her actions and behavior.

Now I get that we all have our favorite characters - and we have characters we don't like to see on screen. But I wouldn't say that Foggy "being ugly" and Karen "being annoying" qualify as legitimate reasons for you to think they don't deserve to have romantic relationships or that they. "TERRORIZE" MATT??

What kind of show have you been watching? Did you get a bootleg iron man dvd and get confused? where are you getting this from?

Are you saying that you take any conflict that Matt can have with his friends is terrorism? That they're ruining his life? That every time they say they're worried, everytime they tell him not to be Daredevil, because of their own love for their FRIEND, that's terrorism???

Matt cares about them just as much as they care about him, and I'd hardly qualify their overprotectiveness, or honestly, with Matt putting himself on the brink of death all the time, just protectiveness, as TERRORISM.

These "two bums" deserve to be on the show because they're an essential part of Matt's character development and Matt's life in general. He needs loved ones to protect, loved ones to worry about him, loved ones to encourage him, loved ones to call him out from time to time, loved ones that have been through it with him and have stuck with him for a long time.

And the two actors that play them deserve just as much of a chance to get to bring something new to their performance and get to share the screen with long-time friends.

you know.

in the reboot of a show that they were major characters of.

i think i got everything out. hope you're willing to expose yourself to a different opinion and that you read this whole post @nyxxhecate

also. your blog is pretty empty. you should get on that if you don't want people to think you're some spam account.

the end :)

#daredevil #matt murdock #foggy nelson #karen page #elden henson #deborah ann woll #daredevil born again

[cloudycera]

I hate Tom Taylor.

I know people let his shitty writing slide cause he “Gave us bisexual Jon Kent” but I don’t give a fuck, I hate that man with a passion, he cannot write to save his god damn life. His idea of a twist is hero actually evil and they kill people spooky spooky. His character writing is ass, his storylines suck, he ruined night wing and Barbara, he destroyed Jon Kent before he even got a chance, injustice is plain ass (don’t lie to me you know it is) and let’s not talk about the good for nothing knights elseworld comic everyone forgot about.

I legitimately have no idea why Dc still hires him, with every comic he pushes more and more complaints come out. Everything he makes is boring, plain, lifeless slop. I cannot imagine waking up everyday to write hot garbage and feeling completely satisfied with my life, thinking I’m the most original bitch on the planet cause I wrote Superman saying “Global warming is bad”.

And I was there when young justice had a tiktok era okay, I’ve seen cringe but at least there was still substance and Characters made sense but Jesus Christ. He’d start something but only touch the surface because that’s all he can do, his writing is the equivalent of white liberals echoing everything they see, oh yeah superman thinks immigrants are people too let’s never get back to that. Lex Luthor is just racist in Jon’s comics, like I know he’s an irredeemable asshole blah blah blah but legit he’s not even mad that Jon is fucking with his plans, he’s just pissed that he’s half human. And he says that a lot.

And Taylor is not the only one to blame for this cause everyone forgets this but Dc comics has editors, it’s their job to make sure things don’t suck ass and they’ve been on crack for 4 years apparently. It’s like they take the script and hand it over to the artist without reading it.

Be scared if That man writes for your favourite character because i promise you he’ll write some shit like police brutality is bad but not all cops are all that bad and some criminals deserve it because he’s a centralist asshole.

#I hate #I HATE TOMTAYLOR #vent #dc dcomics #dc heroes #justice league #superman #nightwing #jon kent

[amuhav]

All the odd questions of the Edgy/misc OC ask meme for Loch please.

What memory would your OC rather just forget?

His one-night stand with Ash. Because Amir was right, Loch wasn't some stupid confused teenager anymore. He was a grown man who even drunk knew it was a bad idea, knew he wasn't in the right headspace to give more than that, knew he was in a rebound friend's-with-benefits thing with Alice only because he'd just got out of another relationship and questioning his sexuality and whether he was even capable of being a person in a relationship, with anyone. He knew all that, and still got drunk and did it anyway. He convinced himself they both knew what they were doing and one brief moment of pleasure would be fine, when it really cost his already spiralling mental health, and the trust and mental health of Asher. And even though they're good (mostly) now, he knows he can never take it back, and he can never change that it put Ash in that vulnerable position for someone like Finn to swoop in.

What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

Not communicating honestly with people. Not just Ash, but really anyone. He rarely lets anyone know his actual wants and needs, I guess because growing up they didn't really matter.

How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

I mean, depends. We know Loch has very specific lines he won't cross, but... he is still a Karaish, and all of them have a sort of built-in "the rules don't apply to me" kind of mentality lol.

What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

Loch was supposed to AroAce which is honestly hilarious to me now. I mean, he is very much not asexual at all lmao, but he is kinda still on the aromantic spectrum. He knows he's never felt any romantic inclination towards any women, but he's not sure how that applies to men, though to be honest, he's at a point now where it doesn't really matter. If it's not Asher, it's no one. I really don't think he'd ever have actually been with someone legitimately if it weren't Ash.

What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?

His words, and absolutely lol. It comes out more when he's drunk, but even sober push him enough and his tongue turns vicious.

If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

Absodamnlutely lmao. Mainly because we're pretty alike, but also because it reminds me of the catty banter relationships I have with my friend's IRL, or some of my old work friends. Extra yes because he's a guy I could have that kind of friendship with knowing he wouldn't be catching feelings too so I wouldn't have to worry about it lol.

Does your OC have a faceclaim? If so, who?

Noooooope. All of Gen 3 happened before I really knew of the concept of face claims lmao.

What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

Made his parents emotionally absent af whilst still being physically present lmao. Like, there's so many specific events in his life I could point to instead, but him stepping in to parent his younger sibs is like, the root cause of most of his issues. But his parents weren't ever abusive, or even truly neglectful, and in their own way they are still loving parents. So it's kinda... complicated? Like, he loves them and can't hate them, and he feels any bitterness towards them isn't really worth addressing, and it's not like they can do anything about it now anyway. Like, it's not going to change what it did to him. It made him the person he is and that can't be undone, so why ruin that relationship now?

How does your OC behave when enraged?

He usually either gets bitchy or he lashes out, depending on the specifics.

Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?

~anxiety~. for which he currently takes meds and has been through a course of CBT.

What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

Vulnerability. He hates feeling it, and hates showing it. So he runs from it, or twists it into something else, like anger.

What is your favorite thing about your OC?

He's a lil bitch and honestly, I ~vibe~ with it lol. Especially now he's making that petty, bitchy side of himself more public. Like, there's a lot about him that drives me fuckin insane, but his cattiness definitely isn't one of them lmao.

#ask my characters #Loch Karaish #dandylion240 #🎵He's a BITCH. but I love him.🎵 to the tune of He's a Tramp lmao

[nayeonie99]

Momo x Nayeon / So, what are we?

"Look, you and I need to talk". Momo said to her roommate and best friend Nayeon, before she sat down next to her on the couch.

Nayeon was watching one of her K-Dramas, but she instantly paused it to look at Momo, probably because she could tell by the sound of Momo's voice, that she was being serious about this.

"About what?". Nayeon asked and looked at Momo with her adorable brown eyes. Momo let out a sigh and licked her lips, a nervous habit of hers.

"About us". She said and Nayeon tilted her head slightly, a thing she does when she is confused about something.

"Have you not even-". Momo let out an annoyed sigh and rubbed her temple.

"Just shut up and let me speak alright?".

"I didn't even say an-". Nayeon was about to say, but when Momo glared at her she instantly shut up.

"Surely, I'm not the only one who noticed the tension between the two of us. Not bad tension, it's just...tension, and you could cut it with a knife. All of those times we're watching shit together or us cooking up dinner together. You can't detect even the lightest from that?". Momo asked and bit her lip.

Nayeon didn't say anything, so Momo continued.

"What about those times either of us need to go to work or fucking go to bed and there's some big dramatic act whenever that happens. As well as those hour-long conversations into the night when we both have to go to sleep early, the fucking cheesy nicknames, one of us can barely go out to casually shop without the other wanting to join". Momo said and realised she was raising her voice slightly.

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly to calm herself down.

"What are we ?". She asked desperately and Nayeon just stared at her with opened mouth.

"We are roommates".

"Yeah no shit we are roommates".

"And friends". Nayeon said.

"And frie- look, we don't need to state the obvious, there's something obviously going on between the two of us. We are constantly playing chicken with each other's boundaries and it's gotten to the point where I can't help but just constantly overthink it and it's basically occupying my thoughts all the time now, so I gotta just fucking swallow my fears and get us to talk and ask you just what the fuck are we?". Momo asked and Nayeon still kept quiet.

"Not even you can answer huh? Look, you know I sure ain't fucking straight. You don't think I'm not going to overanalyse things after a certain point ? There's things that girl friends do and there's things that girlfriends do and I honestly cannot tell where we fucking fall within the limbo and just I want to- need to know, so I could just get the shit sorted in my head".

"Are you mad at me?". Nayeon asked.

"No I'm not mad at you at all". Momo let out a frustrated sigh and combed her fingers through her hair.

"If anything, I'm mad at myself for getting stuck in this constant mental cycle I can't fucking break out of and if this is a way to either hard push the stop button on it or just sort shit out to roll with it and not find myself panicking for numerous hours of the day". Momo said and rubbed her temple.

"We are roommates and we're pretty much besties. I don't want this shit ruined by our or by my paranoia". She said and looked at Nayeon to see her staring at her.

With her big, brown beautiful eyes.

"Look, I'm gonna admit, I kind of love that little bit flirty dynamic between the two of us, it was some fun, friendly shit but over time it's just got confusing to me".

"Like what?". Nayeon asked.

"Like it's gotten to the point where I can't fucking tell the difference between whether this is friendly banter or actually legitimate flirting. Thinking about it, I know I've always been willing to play ball and I've definitely may pushed the whole dynamic forward in my own ways, but this all started with you, didn't it?". Momo huffed out and felt the frustration growing inside of her even more.

"It's always been me hasn't it ? I sure haven't seen you been this way around any of our friends, this has just been an us thing. I can't help but think there's a certain intention from you if it's just us right ?". Momo asked and Nayeon was completely quiet.

"That silence speaks volumes you know? Even a simple denial could have thrown me off the trail, but at this point there's just not denying it, is there ? There's a reason you started this shit isn't it ?". Momo rasped out and got closer to Nayeon.

"And I know that at any point you just gotta say the word and I back off. Just as much as you know that, but there's a part that likes me this close, isn't there ?". She breathed out and came even closer.

"Like all the times we've been cuddling and ended up snoozing off while binging some show together. If there wasn't a part of that which didn't enjoy this in that kind of way, then I wouldn't be here, doing this and having this kind of conversation with you. That's because both you and I know there's something between the two of us and if it takes me making this kind of move to figure that out then so be it". Momo said and leaned her head back against the couch to look at Nayeon.

She was just staring at Momo, her eyes were hazed and her lips slightly parted.

"What do you want from me? Between the cuddles, between the pet names, between all the innuendos between the two of us, between all the you never want to spin away from me, just what is it you want ? Because I sure fucking know what I want there to be between the two of us". Momo said and noticed the shutter and how erratic Nayeon's breathing was getting.

"I can notice your shutter and erratic breathing, what is that for ? Panic? Fear? Confusion?". She asked and got closer with every word.

"Or excitement? Anticipation? Arousal? Tell me baby". Momo breathed out and Nayeon gulped.

"Do you want me to stop this? It doesn't have to go further than your comfort levels".

"No". Nayeon rasped out.

"No? I thought not, and conveniently, I don't want to either. This is exactly how I was hoping it would go". Momo said and Nayeon avoided her gaze.

"No no no no no, don't avert your eyes, I need to watch that pretty face of yours". Momo said and grabbed Nayeon's chin to make her look at her again.

"You always seem so forward, so self-assured, a cocky bitch who didn't seem to care what others think and always seemed open about what she wanted, where'd that all go? Tell me, what do you want me to do to you right now?".

"I want you to kiss me". Nayeon said and Momo had to smirk.

"Kiss you huh? And just how long have you wanted me to do that?". She asked and Nayeon kept quiet again.

"I'm waiting for an answer".

"2 years". Nayeon mumbled.

"That long huh?". Momo asked and Nayeon just nodded her head.

"Well, you made me wait even longer than that didn't you? Just how long it felt, you teasing me, playing with my head and all I've ever wanted is to wipe that smug look off your face and get you to open about how you feel. Deep inside that cocky attitude, deep inside the exterior of confidence and arrogance you've developed, you're nothing more than a meek little submissive, waiting for that one girl who comes in and leaves you a horny, begging mess beneath her fingertips aren't you?". Momo asked and Nayeon blushed crimson red.

"Yes". Nayeon breathed out.

"Good girl". Momo said and stroked Nayeon's cheek with her thumb.

"Then I think we both know just where we want this to go, don't we ?". Momo asked and Nayeon nodded her head.

"Then say it for me then will you?".

"I want you to fuck me and make me yours". Nayeon said and Momo smirked at her.

"Good girl". Momo husked out and pulled her on top of her lap, so Nayeon was straddling her. Momo pulled Nayeon into a kiss, which they both sighed into.

To feel the other's lips pressed against their own was a dream both of them had for so long. Nayeon wrapped her fingers in Momo's dark, long hair to pull her impossibly closer.

"Momo". Nayeon gasped out when Momo palmed her ass. Momo just smirked into the kiss and bit Nayeon's bottom lip with her teeth to tug it forward a little.

"I love the way you say my name". Momo husked out and started sliding her hands up Nayeon's thighs. She grabbed Nayeon's shirt to take it completely off.

When she saw Nayeon's naked chest, she could feel her cock twitching in her pants.

"Fuck, baby". Momo bit her lip and let her hands roam all over Nayeon's body. She kissed her collarbones and shoulders, while she let her nails run up and down Nayeon's naked back.

Nayeon was whining and panting already which made Momo smirk again. She felt proud knowing she could make Nayeon feel this desperate without really touching her yet.

"Kneel between my legs princess". Nayeon felt a wave of wetness coating her panties at the nickname. She slid down Momo's legs to kneel between them.

"Such a good girl". Momo hummed and stroked Nayeon's cheek with her thumb.

Without loosing eye contact, Momo started taking off her clothes. First her shirt, then her black bra. When Nayeon saw Momo's abs she had to press her thighs together. After Momo took off her pants and boxers Nayeon nearly let out a moan at the sight of Momo's large cock.

"You like what you see?". Momo asked and sat back down on the couch. Nayeon quickly nodded her head, she wanted to touch Momo so bad right now.

"Show me". Momo rasped out and spread her legs a little bit. Nayeon's eyes instantly fell between her legs, Momo was big, really big. She was veiny and pre cum was already leaking out of her tip.

She grabbed Momo's cock in her hand, she has pretty large hands but she could barely wrap her hand around Momo. She started pumping up and down slowly, she felt Momo pulsing in her hand, when she looked up, she saw Momo staring at her with hazed eyes and slightly opened mouth.

Without looking away she leaned down to suck Momo completely in her mouth.

"Mmm yes". Momo moaned and combed Nayeon's hair back, so she could see her face. Nayeon started bumping her head up and down, she grabbed Momo's thighs for support while Momo started thrusting her hips up and down to fuck Nayeon's face.

"Yeah baby just like that". Momo gasped out and pushed Nayeon's head deeper down her length, which made her gag. The room was filled with wet slurping noises and quiet moans.

Nayeon's grip tightened against Momo's thighs, so Momo pulled her head back by her hair, drool was hanging down Nayeon's chin, the sight alone made Momo nearly cum.

"Why did you stop?". Nayeon asked, but Momo just lifted her up to walk into her room, where she threw Nayeon onto the bed.

Nayeon was so turned on, and so was Momo. Momo crawled onto the bed slowly, the sight made Nayeon drip even more. Momo quickly pulled Nayeon's shorts and panties down her long legs, before she threw the clothes on the floor.

Nayeon felt her heart beating faster and faster, she clenched her hands into the bedsheets when Momo laid down between her legs and spread them apart with her hands.

"Fuck, you're soaking wet". Momo breathed out and rubbed her thumb against Nayeon's clit.

"Mmm". Nayeon hummed and bit her lip at the sight of Momo laying between her legs.

"Please". Nayeon whined out.

"Please what? What do you want baby?". Momo asked and slid her fingers up and down her pussy.

"F-Fuck, please taste me". Nayeon cried out and grabbed Momo's hair to push her towards the place where she wanted her the most right now.

Momo wrapped her muscular arms around Nayeon's thighs, she kissed the inside of them slowly, teasing Nayeon.

When Momo finally sucked Nayeon's clit in her mouth, she let out a shaky breath and let her head fall back against the pillows.

"Mmm Momo". She moaned out and this made Momo moan as well. Momo pushed her tongue into her pussy, the taste of Nayeon flooded her tongue and she started tongue fucking her.

"H-Holy shit". Nayeon shakily moaned out and started thrusting her hips back and forth. Her grip on Momo's hair got tighter and tighter, and so was Nayeon's pussy.

"Are you gonna cum for me baby?". Momo asked after she pulled her tongue out of Nayeon to replace it with her fingers.

"Fuuuck yes". Nayeon moaned out and started fucking herself on Momo's fingers.

"Yeah just like that baby, you look so good right now". Momo said and Nayeon cried out in pleasure at the way the Japanese was talking to her.

"I'm gonna cum".

"Yeah cum for me love". After this was said Momo felt Nayeon clenching around her fingers. Her legs were shaking while Momo kept fucking into her pussy to let her ride out her orgasm.

"Shit". Momo said and grinned down at Nayeon who just blushed and then smirked.

Momo slowly pulled her fingers out of her and licked them clean. Nayeon was watching in pleasure.

"Let me feel you clench around my cock like that". Momo rasped out and knelt between Nayeon's legs. She grabbed her cock to slide it up and down Nayeon's slit.

"Mmm so wet". Momo hummed and then pushed into Nayeon. She watched Nayeon's pussy sucking her completely in.

"Shit, so tight". Momo groaned and leaned down to kiss Nayeon.

Nayeon wrapped her arms around the back of Momo's neck and Momo grabbed her legs to wrap them around her hips as well.

"Fuck me". Nayeon breathed out against Momo's lips.

That was all Momo needed to hear, so she started thrusting in and out of her in a steady pace. The bed was rocking with their movements and the headboard kept hitting the wall here and then.

"Oh fuck". Nayeon cried out when Momo started pounding her, she scratched down her back but Momo quickly grabbed her wrists to push them down against the mattress.

Nayeon threw her head back because Momo kept hitting her sweet spot with every thrust she did. Momo kissed down Nayeon's neck and Nayeon started to meet Momo's thrusts halfway.

The room was filled with Nayeon's wet pussy coating Momo's cock, their heavy moans and ragged breathing.

"Ride me". Momo huffed out after she pulled out of Nayeon. Nayeon quickly straddled Momo's lap to sink back down on her large cock.

"Mhm yeah baby, that's it". Momo hummed and Nayeon let out a cry at the feeling of Momo stretching her out so good. She placed her hands on Momo's abs and started bouncing up and down on Momo's dick.

"Fuck yes". Nayeon breathed out and threw her head back. Momo was watching in pure bliss, Nayeon looked like an angel, her flushed cheeks, her hazed eyes and opened mouth drove Momo crazy.

Momo slid her hands up Nayeon's thighs to grab her hips. She started fucking up into Nayeon, she could barely hold herself up on Momo anymore, so Momo wrapped her arms around Nayeon's petite waist to start jackhammering inside of her.

Nayeon let out a squeal and pressed her face in the crook of Momo's face. She clenched her hands into the pillow next to Momo's face.

"Yesyesyesyesyes". She panted out and Momo let out a groan at how tight she was getting. She spanked Nayeon's ass and palmed it with her hands afterwards to pound even harder into her. Their skin was slapping together harshly and Momo felt her abs burning.

"I'm so close". Nayeon cried out and Momo's eyes rolled back.

"Cum all over my cock baby". Momo whispered in her ear and after that Nayeon couldn't hold back any longer and squirted all over Momo's cock.

"Mmm fuck baby". Momo moaned out and then pulled out to cum all over Nayeon's ass.

They were both completely out of breath and sweating. Momo brushed some hair that was sticking onto Nayeon's forehead back and smiled at her afterwards.

Nayeon blushed but smiled back as well. Momo grabbed her chin to pull her down into a slow kiss. They both sighed into it and smiled afterwards.

"How about we take a shower?". Momo suggested. Nayeon just nodded her head and climbed off Momo slowly.

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