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kenlvry · 1 year

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LISTEN TO ME RN HEAT ME TF OUT STANS GANG + CRAIG DOIGN THE LIPSTICK TREND FROM TICTOK WITH READER

the lipstick trend with stan and craigs team

an, I AM LISTENLING ANON DONT WORRY. no idea what you mean by heat out though 🤨 , 17-18 and gn reader but use of her in tolkiens

kenny

he was the one who suggested it, it came across his fyp one day and he sent it to you "lets do this come over rn." "you asked, why dont you come to my house? 🤨" "why don't i cum in your mom" "HUH 😧" "im here."

you both definitely argue on what lipstick you should wear "okay but i don't even use pink lipstick" "well you should" "its light colour its not gonna appear" "well fuck 😒"

the process of kissing his face is wild, he would suggest to do his lips as the first place "KENNY HOW ARE WE GONNA DO THIS TREND IF YOU KEEP TRYING TO MAKE OUT WITH ME" "ITS NOT MY FAULT"

after like2 hours you finally get the lipstick on his face. now the tiktok was even harder he wouldn't stop laughing. you'd give up and he apologises while laughing

thank god you guys were able to finish it under 1 hour it turned out really good, at the end of the video he kissed you and you wanted to cut that part but he said keep it for like and its true the comments were all about the kiss on the last clip

kyle

okay he too wanted to ask you first but he was kinda shy and waited for you to ask and you did!! woohoo for kyle

"kyle wanna do this" "OKAY" he insists on picking your lipstick and picks the ugliest colour like what 😐

to him there was no such thing as an ugly colour buy it didn't suit your face so no way.

the process of it was calm, he at first wanted to put on the lipstick for you but you looked like a clown has mans never put on lipstick??

he watches you as you kiss him and reapply lipstick and then kiss him again, he feels like a princess fr 🤭🤭

he hasn't seen his face yet so when you record and he saw his face he laughs out loud, "LMAO WHY DO I LIKE THAT??" "WDYM"

you would tell him to take off his hat which he refuses but you looked too cute, when it posted cartman was first to comment and you can already tell what he commented "ew gay" your followers defended you two though 🤭

stan

stan blushes internally when you ask him. "sure im down" DEEP DOWN HE WANTS KIDNAP YOY AND KEEP YOU TO HIMSELF

"what lipstick do you think matches me best, pink or red?" "id say my tip colour" "WHAT 😧"

he has to hold in the very urge to puke every time you kiss him because like you look so cute omg.

he looks in the mirror and is js like "damn, i did it". HE LOVES IT SOOOO MUCH YOU CAN TELL HE'S BLUSHING ONGG ‼️

he even directs you like "do here next, okay now here" its so cute 🤭🤭

when you record and the camera pans to him, he smiles and covers his face blushing bc he can't contain it. it was such a cute video and got iver 2 mil likes. cartman definitely commented "i bet you had to change your clothes 10 times"

cartman

"cartman lets do this" "what." "wdym? cmon its cute" "y/n no offense but that is the most gayest shit i've ever seen" " NO ITS NOT UTS CUTE" "my reputation is at stake if i do that be so for real" "okay I'm asking kyle then" "lets do it."

he actually been wanting to ask you for weeks now but doesn't know how so winwin. you take your absolute time picking your lipstick and he couldn't be more done with "hurry up this doesn't even effect anything" "shut up cartman if i use the right one people will ask what lipstick it is and i get views"

picking a lipstick was already a big deal just imagine the process "ew gay not on my lips" "cartman 😐" tbh he wish he could just make out with you rn but yk how mans is

now recording is even more a hassle "JUST SMILE IS IT SO HARD TO CRACK A SMILE" "NOT WHILE IM LOOKING LIKE THIS" the most he does is wipes your lipstick off and then he just gives a 🙄 look until the end of the video

the comments are just him getting teased at clydes commenting "NAHHH CAN'T BELIEVE HE AGREED TO THIS" kyles is "i can tell that this took a long time" and then wendys is "is that cartman or a clone of him". cartman is pissed af at the comment, he told you his reputation is at stake 😒.

he actually has it saved downloaded and also is his live wallpaper sooo.

butters

butters is the one who asked you this " um y/n can we do this? 😣" while twiddling his fingers, "OKAY"

he's all giddy and smily during the process, after every kiss his blushes intensifies and by the end of it he is just.. 🔴

even though it is the most simplest video ever he has to have a tutorial, he is asking questions for everything man, how do i wipe the lipstick, what do i do, do i smile when its on me , do i laugh??

you tell him what he thinks he should he and he starts kissing you bc rn the sexual tension between you two is intense (to him atleast, he thinks thinks hand holding is already intense)

everyone comments on how cute he is and yk how tiktok is so people comment "does he whimper" "submissive who?" and hes likw WHATTTTT 🧍

clyde

when you suggested this he nodded so hard his head probably was about to fall off. "clyde you wanna do this" "DO I???" ..... "well.. do you?" "i mean yeah it's like a way of- yes i wanna do it"

he loves any lipstick you wear so he lets you pick. after every kiss he looks in the mirror and kicks his feet giggling and you just stand there 🤨

he also tries to make it a makeout session like kenny, when you kissed on his lips he holds your neck and literally makes out with like cnon we have 9 more

when you first hit record and yk how the guy has to wipe your lipstick off, nah he grabbed you by the chin and slams his lips with yours "WHY DIS YOU DO THAT??" "its called content,you wouldn't know with your 9 likes and 70 views"

well you kept the clip and everyone in the comments were talking about it "need a boyfriend like you y/n" "why can't my boyfriend be like this" clyde is obviously gloating bc he had the idea.

tolkien

most romantic man you know, is the first to ask you. "y/n can we do this?" "OKAY BOO 😝"

"hmm which lipstick do you think babe?" "i think every lipstick makes you pretty, it doesn't matter if it doesn't suit you because in my eyes you look beautiful in anything ☺️" "what if i wore kim kardashians 2013 met gala dress" "might have to rethink what i said"

he smiles while you kiss him here and there, every once a while he kisses you back, it was such a cute moment for you two😝🤞🤞

when recording he looks at you while smiling during the whole video and it blew up fast because of that

"the way he looks at her" "wishing he was like this" "you got the bag that man is inlove", it blew in seconds fr

craig

"craig lets do-" "okay" "i didnt even ask you yet" "I'll do anything if its with you" "what if i asked you to have a threesome" ".....if its makes you happy idk.."

idk about you but i think he acts like he doesn't care but inside he is so happy you asked he's been wanting to ask you this but doesn't know how to start up the convo

he doesn't care what lipstick or where you kiss him, its just the way you press your lips on him and look at it then quickly reapply to do it again because it wasn't pigmented enough.

when recorded, he doesn't just wipe he makes you turn to face him by grabbing your chin, and he doesn't let go and just looks at you with those yk siren eyes.

people are simping over him ong "damn girlie share for us" "you mean OUR boyfriend" "tryna find someone as hot as him" and you are pissed fr he laughs at you cursing out the people, like bae dw my eyes only fo you 😝🤞

tweek

"tweek, wanna do this?" "but what if I can't remove the lipstick stain" "tweek what dw i have makeup remover" "WHAT IF THAT DOESN'T WORK 🤯🤯" "TWEEK"

okay so the lipstick may turn out ugly bc of how shaky he is but ITS OKAY BC ITS TWEEK DUH, "a-are you sure you dont want to redo this?" "tweek its fine"

he insists on redoing it the 2nd try turns our worse because he's even more twitchy because of how close you are☺️☺️☺️

his face is just red because he keeps wiping it off with his hands so you can redo it and its obvious too

recording it was so funny because you can't stop laughing at the smudge lipsticks

when posted the comments were so cute but... uh questionable some were "the way the smudges are so obvious 😭😭❤️" or "wishing my future relationship will be like this 🤭" and some were just "tip colour when?? 😜"

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dollwrites · 1 year

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That draken piss kink post you reblogged is making me act up rn ngl. So I need to know, what's your thoughts on Griffith with a piss kink? Do you think he would be more subtle with it like having you clean his dick off with your mouth after he pissed? Or do you think he would like the power of just completely pissing all over you whenever he wanted? I'm kinda torn between the two, part of me thinks Griffith would think it's too messy and would only do it in the shower tbh

𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 ∣ smut ( minors dni ), fem!princess!reader, dub con and some noncon, piss kink, omorashi, golden showers, humiliation, public play, oral sex ( m!receiving ), scent marking, all characters featured are aged 18+

𝗶𝗺𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 ∣ I TOTALLY GET WHAT YOU MEAN however… consider the fact that he’s power hungry and possessive, he would love to see you covered in it as his way of claiming you. please reblog && leave feedback. not proofread so there’s probably mistakes. thanks for reading < 3

he controls your bladder. “You just look so cute,” Griffith purrs into your hair, “dancing around on your tippy toes, I bet your little knees are push inward, yes? Trying not to wet yourself right here?” it would be most inappropriate for a mercenary ( even once that had been recently knighted ) to be as close as he was, had there been any wandering eyes, so he’d pulled you away from the center of the ballroom after your dance and hid away in a darkened corner with you. luckily, the sheer size of the skirt of your gown was enough to mostly conceal him behind you. his hand, skilled and svelte, with calloused fingertips from brandishing a sword for many years, weaves beneath the chiffon of your skirt and worms his digits between your thighs, even as you clench them tight. “Poor, little Princess. Did they not allow you a moment to relieve yourself before they cinched your corset and escorted you to the gala?”

with a sheepish sound, and your own hand struggling to find his beneath the sea of pastel fabric, you shake your head, whispering desperately, “Sir— Sir Griffith..! That is…”

“What?” he teases, pushing his fingers against your netherlips, the tips of them prodding to scrape at your sex, “Is Her Royal Highness humiliated? Uncomfortable?”

“D—don’t… touch…” you beg, finally grasping his slim wrist in your weak grasp, but it doesn’t stop his teasing. his other arm wraps around your waist and pulls your body back against him, pushing against your lower abdomen through your thick, boned corset. “I… have to…”

“I know,” he croons into your ear, his open mouth dragging over it. his fingers inch upwards to tease your button to swell, before he pinches it, and you squeak and squirm, “you must be struggling, hm? the pressure getting hard to ignore? Does it hurt, sweet princess?”

with a flustered pout, you nod. your gloved hand tries to dig into his wrist, and your eyes close tight.

“Does it? Wouldn’t you feel better if you went?”

his fingertips press harder against your stomach, and your back arches when the other hand cups your trembling sex. your eyes widen, cheeks heating up with a furious, hot blush at his suggestion, “S—Sir? Right.. here?!” you gasp, incredulous at him, “I couldn’t possibly— ah!”

Griffith’s fingers rub your clit in rough circles as he pushes your abdomen inwards, applying enough pressure from every angle that you start to feel your control slipping. “Go on,” he urges in a soft, reassuring sigh against your neck, “no one will see you. I would gouge out their eyes if they saw your piss running down your legs, but your skirt is shielding you, this.. my shameful, dirty princess, is only for me to witness. Relieve yourself for me. Let me feel it.”

he doesn’t mind if you go during sex. his thrusts are much too calculated. the shape of his cock too perfect to pummel your hyper-sensitive g-spot when he ‘s pushed your legs up. your ankles rest on his shoulders, feet flopping helplessly as he fucks you like you’re the only girl in the entirety of Midland that he would have. a man possessed when he’s inside, he won’t slow down, he won’t stop, even when you gasp and reach down to your core. “L-Lord Griffith—! I have to… I have to go…”

your features, albeit twisted in pleasure, are shy and innocent, placing your hands on his shoulders to try and ease him off of you, but he doesn’t budge. if anything, his muscles tighten under your fingertips, and he hunkers lower.

“G—Griff—!”

“Shh,” he croons, smothering your mouth with his own, pounding into you hard and fast, jostling you about the bed beneath him. “Go if you have to.” his hair is sticky and damp from sweat, bangs tickling your hot cheeks as he grunts, “Your cunt is much too warm, much too tight, to pull out of even for a moment, for something so trivial as a bathroom break.”

you mewl into his mouth, finding your breath sparse as he seems to suck it directly from your lungs, drilling himself into you, bending your body in half to lay his way against your legs. “I—it’s messy…” are the only words you can choke out as he pins you there. you can hear the bed frame scrape against the floor to the rhythm of his brutal thrusts, and you can feel him jab into your guts, putting too much pressure on your stomach, too much on your bladder.

“The sheets will be drenched with sweat by the time I’m satiated anyways, little princess.” he assures you with a raspy chuckle as he shifts, changing the angle of penetration to batter your cervix, force you to lose control, “If you’re too shy, then I suppose you will simply have to hold it. But I, however, will not make that an easy feat.”

he has you clean him. the first time you spent the night in the Band of the Hawk’s camp, you were much too nervous to allow Griffith to leave you, even for a moment. you’d never been surrounded by so many men before, especially not cold blooded killers, so you even toddle out behind his tent with him when he says he has to relieve himself. at first, your hands clamp themselves over your eyes, and you can hear his stream, spattering the leafy bushes at the forest’s edge. the sound alone has your tummy turning, but it’s only when he elicits a soft moan in the sound of your name, followed by a breathy, “Open your eyes.” that your insides start to knot up.

you do as instructed, cracking your fingers to create enough room for you to peek at him, and your eyes go wide with sordid awe. his cock is thick and beautiful, and the steady stream of golden that flows from it is mesmerizing as it waterfalls over the bushes, raining down on to the grass. his relief emanates not only in the sound of his piss, but the soft sighs that leave his lips when he tilts his head back on his shoulders. his sapphire eyes never leave yours, though, zeroed in on your flustered expression when your hands drop to your sides. “Do you like to watch me?” he chuckles, fondly, when you nod, before he answers. “Would you like a taste?”

your heart pounds against your rib cage as you realize what he’s offering, and just how sinful it is. how utterly vulgar, but you nod, slow, your wide eyes never leaving his stream, until it begins to dissipate. “T—taste…”

Griffith chuckles, one hand reaching out to grasp the nape of your neck and draw you closer, “Well, if you must follow me even out to piss, then you should, at the very least, make use of the moment, no?” his eyes twinkle in the moonlight as he gives you a warm smile, and whispers, “Wrap those sweet lips around my soft cock and suck until I’m clean again, little highness.”

you stare into his eyes, but your knees are already bending as he guides your head downward, and you find yourself opening your mouth before they even hit the ground. the excitement of doing something so… utterly base has your head swimming when you grasp him. his skin is soft, and guide the tip of his cock to your open mouth. the dribbles that would’ve otherwise been shaking off soak your tongue, and you gurgle, happily, eyelids fluttering. you’d never tasted anything like his piss, and as embarrassed as you were, you couldn’t deny that you liked it. your tongue swirls the tip in slow, butterfly strokes, slathering every, twitching inch in your saliva, bathing him with it.

Griffith moans again, this time planting a hand on the top of your head, “Easy, now,” he purrs, playfully, “if that devious, little tongue of yours gets my cock hard, I’ll have to pin you to my cot, won’t I? We don’t want the men to hear you scream for me, do we?”

he uses his power over you and pisses on you whenever he feels the need. “On your knees, my filthy, little princess.” if anyone saw the position he had you in, he would be beheaded on the spot, that much you knew. on your knees, still clad in your tiara but not much else, mouth open, tongue hanging out, ready for him to soak you. “Hold out your hands, cup them, beg me for it.”

you do as he desires, eager to please him. you can’t help but want his approval— his affection, his adoration. when those icy gems stare at you, you want to bare yourself to him and let him have you however he wants. you cup both of your hands together, hold them up near your open mouth, as if begging a summer sky for a cool rain. “P—please, Sir Griffith… p—“ it’s humiliating, to speak the words, but you know that he wants to hear you in your shame. he wants to hear you low and pathetic. “Please piss on me!”

his cock starts to swell, hardening as you beg him, and he grasps it tight by the base with one hand, the other gripping your flawless tendrils in a vice fist just beyond your tiara. “You’re a very obedient, little girl.” he smiles, pulling you even closer. “Pleading for me to drench you in my piss. Tell me, does Her Royal Highness enjoy being made to swallow it, or do you prefer to feel my piss running down your face, soaking your pretty hair?”

you whimpered. you couldn’t decide, and you stuck your tongue out, letting it dangle against your chin as you bat your eyelashes up at him, instead.

he chuckles, “I see, you’re too needy to choose. Such a needy, perverse little princess needs a man to decide for her, is that it?” you nod, eyes wide and happy when he grunts and the first splatter of his stream hits your cheek. you close one eye, and scoot on your knees. “That’s right, little one, you do not need a say, I’ll make up your mind for you.” your open mouth starts to fill up quick, dribbling sparkling diamonds as some escapes, only to cascade on to your cupped hands so you may sip it from the reservoir created, whining softly and happily when the warmth dribbles down from your forehead, rolling over your cheeks, to drip against your chest. the droplets tickle, and you squirm on your knees— but it’s more than that.

you’re getting wet at such a vulgar display of ownership. Griffith can tell by the way you rub your thighs together. “You enjoy this far too much, isn’t that so, Princess?” he teases with a powerful grin, “Your pristine face is dripping with my piss, and your little cunt is wet because of it, isn’t she? Are you getting all excited and sensitive, knowing that my scent is on your skin? That’s ownership, my little love. I do this because I’m claiming what’s mine, and every other man will know now. That makes your cunt happy, doesn’t it?”

#PISS KINK RIGHTS #griffith imagine #griffith smut #griffith #berserk griffith #griffith x reader #Griffith x you #berserk #berserk smut #berserk x reader #berserk x you #berserk imagine #griffith berserk

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lizinthebox · 6 months

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Work it Out

Pairing: Hoshi x Fem Reader

CW: Hoshi is TOXIC, oral (f. receiving), rough sex, jealous sex, a little edging, degradation, unprotected sex (don't do this), pull out method (don't do this either), a little praise but in a mean way, ambiguous ending

A/N : as always this was not proofread at all, this is the 3rd post of my ot13 series (not being posted in age order), please reblog if you enjoy it! my internet is out rn so i apologize for formatting issues :/ i wanted to get this out today! next part hopefully out tmrw :)

W/C: 1.3k

Your back slammed against the wall behind you. Hoshi's rough hands groping your body without any thought. Between gasps and pleading moans, you question how you even got in this position. One minute you were walking into the club with your friends, all of you finding your own arm-candy for the night. the next minute you were making eye contact with your ex from across the crowded club. You couldn't believe you just happened to end up at the same club as Hoshi barely two weeks after you broke up. You tried to enjoy dancing with the stranger you just introduced yourself to, but all you could focus on were Hoshi's eyes burning through you. You hadn't even been at the club for an hour when he finally made a move on you. He didn’t even speak, just pulled you away from the guy you were with, and you let him. You didn't know what his plan was, but you knew you were in no position to stop him.

Now here you are, desperately gasping for air while your ex-boyfriend makes a mess out of you. His kisses are so rough it almost hurts, but you’re too focused on your aching cunt to care. Your mind is so clouded with lust for him, you can't even remember why you broke up. In this moment, you wish you never had. "Hoshi, please," you choke out when his lips finally break from yours. You're not quite sure what you’re begging for, but these are the only words you can form right now.

“You think you can just go to the club and act like a fucking whore now that we broke up?” he asks, his words hurting your feelings in a way that makes a puddle in your underwear. "Is fucking a stranger gonna make you feel better?" he challenges, clearly overwhelmed with jealousy and lust.

“I-I wasn't gonna fuck him, I was just—“ you're cut off by Hoshi's hand sliding into your panties, quickly finding your clit and circling around it. Your legs instinctively open for him. making him chuckle at how desperate you are for him. He lets one of his legs slide between

yours and you moan at the feeling of his hard cock against your thigh. “Oh my god," your breath hitches in your throat when he suddenly slides two fingers deep inside you.

"You think he could've made you feel this good?" Hoshi asks, looking dead in your eyes

as he starts to pump in and out of you. Him questioning you is somehow making you even more wet, loving the way he wants you to only belong to him. Hoshi was always territorial about you, maybe too much, but right now it's the hottest thing in the world.

“No—he couldn't, he couldn't." you give him what he wants, assurance that nobody could

ever make you as wet as he can or make you cum as hard as he can. You knew you had no

intention of sleeping with that guy from the club, but now you're so glad you let Hoshi steal you away from him. Hoshi takes his hands away from your core to rip your black top off your body, making you moan because you never wanted him to stop.

He finally lets you two leave the doorway of his apartment, pulling you toward his

bedroom by the hips. Once you get to his room, he pushes you down onto the bed, sliding your skirt off before you can even notice. He's on his knees at the edge of the bed, looking at you like you're the hottest thing he's ever seen. "So wet for me, I thought you were done with me," he says as he spreads your legs in front of him.

"I'll never be done with you, you respond, half trying to urge him to finally put his mouth on you, half meaning every word. You’re successful and he lets his mouth connect with your heat, licking every drop of your arousal off of you. All you can do is grip his sheets and throw your head back, overcome with pleasure. You feel like you might already cum as he works his tongue around your clit, holding your legs open so you don't crush him. "Baby I'm so close don't stop." you plead, feeling the tension in your stomach getting close to snapping. Right when you’re about to go over the edge, he stops. “What the fuck?" you whine, sounding needier than you intended.

“You think I'm gonna let you finish that easily? You cum when I let you," he snarks at you, pulling your hips to the edge of the bed to align them with his waist. He's so mean, you weren't even trying to make him mad by going to the club, you just wanted to have fun and forget about your heart hurting. Now you're being punished for even daring to think of anyone other than him. Your pussy is throbbing at this point, needing Hoshi to just fuck you already. Hoshi finally pulls his cock out and you push your hips up against him, spreading your slick all over his shaft. "Stop being a brat." he comments at your neediness. Finally, he rubs his tip between your folds, softly hitting your clit each time, making you bite back moans.

Your mouth falls open, hands reaching for Hoshi's chest to slow him down as he quickly presses himself into you. You push against his chest with one hand as the other reaches down for your clit. He stops you before you can even reach yourself.

"It's my turn to touch you, " he reminds you, taking your wandering hand in his own and pushing it onto the bed over your head. His words make you regret ever dancing with that other guy, the second you saw Hoshi you should ve gone over to him, gotten yourself into his bed faster. He speeds up his thrusts, the friction making your walls burn with pain and pleasure. “See how well you take my cock, baby? Better than anyone else," his words are almost sweet, reminding you how well you two fit together.

You feel the tightness in your stomach growing again, knowing you can't last much longer with how hard he's hitting your sweet spot. "Hoshi, please— please let me cum," you beg, tears welling in your eyes from the stimulation. When he untangles his hand from yours and reaches down to circle your clit, you know you’re done for.

“Cum for me baby, cum all over my cock,” he finally gives you what you want. Your now

freed hand grips his sheets so hard your knuckles turn white. You completely let go, your legs shaking and back arching off the bed. You don't even notice Hoshi's strokes getting sloppier as he fucks you through your high. He's pulling his cock out of you and letting his cum shoot all over your stomach before you can even realize what's happening. His grunts and your pants mix to fill the room with the dirtiest sounds. Both of your chests are heaving, so fucked out that all you can do is wait until you catch your breath.

Once you both finally come back to your senses, Hoshi leans down to kiss your head. It's like his persona from the last 2 hours is completely gone. He looks more like the boyfriend you used to have, who would sweetly make love to you, not the new ex-boyfriend who just wanted to see you stuffed with his cock again. Your lips join with his, sweat almost dripping from his forehead. “Stay the night, yea?" he asks, and you ve never turned down that invitation, especially not tonight.

#hoshi smut #seventeen smut #svt smut #svt fanfic #seventeen fanfic #hoshi x reader #hoshi fanfic #kpop smut #kpop fanfic #non idol au

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daisystwistedgarden · 1 month

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𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒃𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒆 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒔

a/n: let the record show this is not the fic i was supposed to be writing rn!! i've been working on a post about the character's prev hs experiences for the college au. but then @etheries1015 posted this fic about rubbing lilia's back and i read it and urgh. i couldn't stop myself. i also saw something going around about lilia using magic to cover up his scarring from the war and fuck that's so good. so i included it. here is my humble offering of a fic toying with these idea-- credit to the linked author and fic for premise!

content + warnings: lilia x gn!reader, suggestive, established relationship, pet names, reader lives in ramshackle, discussion of lilia's scarring + trust issues/evasiveness, reader debates if there's insecurity involved, implied further smut

word count: 1.4k

"you haven't been wearing your back brace recently, have you?"

"hmm... no, i don't suppose i have been."

"of course not. i saw you slouching at your computer earlier, too. no wonder you're so bent out of shape."

lilia chuckles from underneath you. you're almost certain there's a cheesy grin twisting his lips. knowing him, he's delighted by his own mischief, regardless of the effect it has on his body-- and, more obviously, he's delighted by the fact that you love him enough to do him this favor.

"you'll take care of me though, right?" he twists his head to peer over his shoulder at you. he's grinning.

"maybe i should just let you suffer. maybe then you'll learn to take your health more seriously."

"you're wicked, darling."

"no, but i should be. i'm too soft on you."

"you're the light of my golden years."

"yeah, yeah. quit squirming. i'm trying to get this knot between your shoulder blades."

somewhere along the way, you noticed that lilia has some lingering issues with his back. at first, it was subtle shifts in position on your earliest dates to hide the fact that sitting in one spot too long makes him sore. then it was the over-exaggerated stretching before every battle, always played for laughs but never skipped for fear of aggravating his injuries in public. lilia never outright told you he has issues with his back. you never pressed him on why-- it seems some parts of his past he'd rather leave behind-- but as your relationship developed, he became more comfortable lowering his guard and letting you into these parts of his life.

which is how you've ended up here.

ramshackle dorm's shotty yellow lighting comes off as warm and intimate as the sun begins to set through the large window nearby. lilia is sprawled out, face-down in your comforter. you sit carefully on his hips. his jacket and vest have long been discarded carelessly on your floor, leaving him in the button down he wore to classes. even that's mostly undone at this point. the ribbon usually tied around his neck is now bunched in his fist. you had, at one point, been discussing your day, but now the silence was only occasionally broken by the playful spats between you as you tried to urge your beloved fae to take better care of himself.

"that feels good," he murmurs as the heel of your palm pushes hard into the tough knot near the base of his neck. a pleased little groan just barely escapes his lips. "a little weak, but nice."

"sorry, it's just-- i don't want to crumple up your nice school shirt."

"do your worst," he replies. "unless you'd like me to take it off?"

"doesn't surprise me that you're so eager to strip while you're in my bed." now you're grinning.

his signature laugh is low and breathy. lilia is not facing you, yet you're certain his eyes have narrowed as he assesses the challenge laid before him. but you don't want to change the mood so soon-- after all, his back is still sore from the long day he had. you take the initiative to untuck his collared shirt from his slacks and slip your hands under the fabric.

there. under the pads of your fingertips, you can feel them-- the scars.

jagged. rough, still, even after what you assume are years of healing. the contrast between soft skin and scar tissue makes your touch falter.

it's important to note that you've never actually seen the scars on lilia's body. every time he's been shirtless around you-- from simple moments while changing to more intimate encounters-- his skin appears entirely smooth and unblemished. but the scars are there. no doubt. you can feel them, so certainly that you worried along the way that your vision was going bad for you to missing something so crucial. yet they never appeared no matter how close you got.

the conclusion you came to was that lilia was using magic to hide these scars from you, plain and simple. his motivation? unclear. maybe he was just more comfortable that way. but surely that took up unnecessary magic, right? you couldn't help but worry that maybe he hid them for fear of not being found attractive because of them. a ridiculous notion-- wasn't it clear how truly head-over-heels you were from day one?-- but you hadn't found a way to bring up these thoughts without seeming accusatory. maybe this was a molehill your own worries had made a mountain.

"something wrong, dear?"

his voice is even, but you can see right through the question. the lingering tension over these hidden scars hung thick in the air.

"... look at how bent out of shape you are, old man. i'm going to have to hide your controller if you don't stop slouching."

the joke successfully breaks the ice. any tension fades when lilia lets out an amused little scoff.

"i promise to wear my brace tomorrow, alright?" he acquiesces, shifting underneath you with the sort of old man grunt you've grown to find incredibly endearing.

"good enough."

you push up the rest of his shirt to have better access to his bare back. the conversation meanders to the events of the day, to the rest of your week, until the conversation devolves into jokes and teasing back and forth.

the air thickens, and a different kind of tension surfaces. silence fills the room, punctuated by the sound of your respective breathing and the occasional grunt or pleased groan from the man below you.

it's nice. his body is warm underneath yours, his skin soothing beneath your palms as you work his tense joints into languid putty in your hands. it's not often that lilia is so quiet and still for you. your lover is a vicious tease. it's a little surprising he wasn't tried to flip this situation on you yet. all this shifting and touching has left a pool of desire flickering to life in the pit of your stomach.

"my love?" you begin softly. the fae beneath you lets out a small hum of acknowledgement. "are you feeling a bit better?"

"absolutely," he murmurs, turning his head a bit so you can see his grin. he looks especially pleased as one cheek presses into the blankets, his eyes closed tight under your heavy gaze. "though i wouldn't protest if you continued..."

a moment passes where neither of you speak. your hands slide up the expanse of his bare back, mapping out the hidden texture, until they come to rest on near his shoulders where his shirt is bunched up. then they slide off of him entirely to brace yourself on the bed next to his sides. you lower yourself carefully until your chest grazes his back. his eyelids flutter, but they do not open. you can see his smile grow a bit wider in the meantime.

your lips press softly to the curve of his jawline. he lets out a pleased sigh. one ruby eye flickers open to get a look at you now that you've closed in on him.

"is this part of the massage?" he croons, low and breathy and all-too-pleased at where this might be heading.

"i don't know," you muse. "i thought about helping you relax in other ways... but i think your back's a little too weak for such strenuous activity."

a challenge. a wicked glint illuminates his eye, and his body vibrates under you as his signature laugh rings through your room. khee hee...

"my dear, i assure you-- nothing would stop me from indulging in such pleasures. a sore back means nothing in comparison."

he begins to shift underneath you in an attempt to roll over, but your hand pushing one of his shoulders back down into the mattress renders him still. he lifts his head, question poised on his tongue, but your lips meet his in a quick kiss before he can ask why you've stopped him.

"maybe it would be best if you laid back and let me take care of you?" you murmur, soft and suggestive. the hand that had his shoulder pinned wanders up to push the hair off the back of his neck, where your lips press another warm kiss against his skin.

lilia thinks leaving the house without his back brace was the best decision he's made all day.

𝒃𝒂𝒄𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒂𝒓𝒅𝒆𝒏 𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒄𝒆 ❀

#i need him so bad #the thirst crept up on me while i was writing this and for that i might write a smutty part 2? maybe? we'll see #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #disney twst #twst #twst college au #twst x reader #lilia vanrouge #twst lilia #twst lilia x reader #twisted wonderland imagines #shhh i'm still figuring out tags on this blog

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 2 months

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aita for going no-contact with my ex a couple months after we broke up?

i (22nb) dated my girlfriend (26f) for nearly three years. we were long-distance, and i had intended on visiting her post-covid (we started dating in fall 2020). the relationship was great at first, messaging each other every day and being lovey-dovey. in december 2022, things began to fall apart. she told me that i would never be able to visit her or she would be able to see me due to her homophobic parents. i told her that really hurt because that was a huge part of starting the relationship, and i wasn't sure if i could be completely ldr. we didn't talk for a week or so after that.

while we weren't talking, things began to bubble up. i realized how she was using me almost exclusively as an erp partner/person to write her self-insert fanfics and used me as a bank when she wanted to spend money on nsfw art commissions instead of her phone bill (i had to really be on her about paying back $100+ before all this), and how the relationship was starting to fade compared to when we first started dating. i brushed this aside due to my own neurodivergency (bpd, among others) and the fear of abandonment.

fast forward to summer 2023. I'm on vacation visiting my uncles and having fun as it's my first time flying alone. i told my gf before this that i was going to be on vacation and busy during that time. during my time away, she messaged me asking to continue an rp we had done before the trip, saying "it only needs two more replies". i told her matter-of-factly that i was on vacation and didn't have the time. she accused me of being harsh and told me, "i could've just said no". i talked to my uncles about this, as it was upsetting me. they advised me that "a person can be in your life for a reason, a season, or a lifetime," being that not everyone will be in your life forever. i took this in and decided it was time to break up with her.

we didn't talk for a few weeks after my trip until i decided to break up with her. while telling her i didn't want to be in a relationship anymore, she asked "will we still rp and write fics together?" it was clear where her priorities lay. i said yes, and that we could continue to be friends, just not dating. this was in july 2023.

now, up to september 2023. i wrote 100ish-word drabbles for kinktober instead of longer fics so i could balance it with my college course load. i shared the link to the beginning of the collection with my ex. she suggested i write 500 words for each day instead of 100. i asked why, and she said (her exact words)

"how are you gonna write a threesome in 100 words though? this convo we're having is at 65 words rn, that's over half your wordcount"

this upset me, and i had the urge to cut her all off and act self-destructively. i decided to instead calm down and not talk for a few days as i mentally sorted it out. a few days later, i civilly responded to her, saying

"what you said about not being able to fit a fic like that into 100 words really hurt ... all I have time for between responsibilities is 100ish words, and I chose to do that rather than abandoning kinktober ... if you’re that dissatisfied with my writing, you can find someone else to write your self insert fics"

she responds while i'm on voice chat with two different friends. she says,

"i'm not dissatisfied with your writing. i did not mean what i said that way. there's no need to be spiteful."

the spiteful comment completely threw me off, and i sent the screencap to said friends i was on vc with. my instinct was to respond civilly again, trying to patch things up. my friends acted like kronk's devil and angel on my shoulder ("no, no, he's got a point"), and i ended up blocking her on every platform instead of responding at all. i feel relieved that she's out of my life.

a month later, i checked my tumblr inbox for an ask from a friend. the second message in the inbox is clearly from her, but from a side account she denied having when i brought it up to her a year or so ago (the blog sent me a meme that she had shared on her main account so i wondered if it was her). it read (paraphrased),

"it's obvious you were never gonna work on that fic or rp again! you always had an excuse to push it off. i didn't matter when i was no longer your gf. you were a suffocating datemate, and i couldn't be gone for more than 10 min, but it was ok for you to not respond for hours!"

little note: i was a full-time college student working two jobs at the time. i had very little time to socialize on platforms like discord, and i took every opportunity i took. on the other hand, my ex was unemployed aside from occasional freelance writing, was not in education, and lived at her parent's house.

i deleted the message as she didn't deserve a response, nor did i want to make it public, but how our relationship ended still weighs on me. aita?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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themidnightcrimson · 2 years

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Princess Parts. | w. maximoff

summary: in which your mommy helps you destress from doing homework.

warnings: top!wanda, smut, fingering (r receiving), sub space, princess parts (obvi), i wrote this while i had a fever, i need wanda to touch my princess parts, i can’t even remember what this fic is about enough to think of any more warnings, am i giving jaded tenured professor who no longer cares about anything vibes rn?

this post is for 18+ only. minors: do not interact.

masterlist.

Your back was beginning to ache from bending over your laptop and notebook. Shreds of eraser littered the page and even the cushion of the couch you were sitting on. Your eyes burned and stung from the blue light of your laptop that you’d been staring into for hours. Head beginning to pound, your chest was growing tight as you continued to work through the complex homework you had been assigned.

It wouldn’t have been so bad if only you knew how lengthy the assignment was and had started it earlier than the night that it was due. You had started as Wanda started on dinner, kept working as you huddled your plate of food in your lap, and continued to work until later in the evening. In fact, you hadn’t moved from your spot on the couch in so long that the fluffy cushion was forming a sunken print of your ass.

Mindlessly chewing on your pencil and clicking at the keyboard, you had hardly said three words to Wanda all night. She had busied herself with making dinner and then cleaning up, but now she was on the other end of the couch, lounging as she read a book. Turning a page, her eyes flickered over the book’s rim to glance at you for the thousandth time. Every time her eyes landed back on you, there was a new wrinkle between your eyebrows.

Finally, she lowered her book to her lap. “Baby,” she purred, waiting for a moment. You didn’t hear her, and she knew it was because you tended to hyper fixate on things to the point of deafness. It made the corners of her lips tug upwards before she repeated louder, “Baby.”

Finally, you perked up, straightening your hunched back and turning your bloodshot eyes to the redheaded woman. “Yea?” you asked quietly, feeling a bit irritated that she pulled you out of your focus.

Wanda stared at you wordlessly for a moment. Your chest was moving fast, and your fingernails were bit down to their ends. You were so stressed out, and she could tell by the strained look on your face.

“Why don’t you put your homework away for a moment, hm?” she purred again, using her coercive voice. She really wanted you to take a break, not only for her desire to have your attention, but for your own good. “Don’t want your brain to melt from overworking it.”

“I can’t,” you snipped, turning your eyes back to the screen upon realizing she didn’t need anything besides pestering you. “This is due tonight at midnight.”

Wanda glanced to the clock on the wall. “You have several hours before midnight. Just take a little break, my love.”

You ignored her again, pursing your lips and typing furiously on the keyboard before using the pencil to scribble on the page. Wanda sucked her tongue—her little girl was not listening to her. Her little girl was being bad.

Placing the book to the side, Wanda slowly crawled toward you until she was sitting beside you. She watched you glance to her from the corner of your eye as she gently moved your hair behind your shoulder, bringing her lips close to your ear. “Don’t you think that Mommy knows what’s best for you?”

That feeling tugged within you. The urge to give up on the homework and crawl into her arms, the urge to throw your autonomy out the window and let Wanda make all your decisions for you. The reminder that the homework was due soon rung loud and clear in your head, bringing you back down to earth. “Wanda, I can’t. I have to get this done.”

“What did you call me?” she quipped, the sudden edge in her voice burning your ear.

You opened your mouth before closing it again, taking your focus off your homework for a moment to look up at her. The more you denied her, the more she would try harder to get you to fall into her. “Mommy,” you whispered in the least emotional voice you could, not wanting to start something but also not wanting to make her start something.

The sight of her dark pink lips turning to a satisfied smile made warmth blossom in your chest. “That’s right.” She brought her fingers to your chin. “I’m your Mommy.” Her hand caressed your jaw, causing your eyes to flutter for a moment. You wanted to lean farther into her, but your homework was pulling you back to reality.

“Mommy,” you repeated firmly, “I have to get this done.”

“Baby, you’re so stressed,” Wanda cooed, pouting her lip and lowering her brows. She brought both of her hands to your shoulders, her palms flattening against the bone as her fingers massaged your muscles. She leaned down as she squeezed your tense shoulders and let her lips brush against the lobe of your ear. “Let Mommy make you feel better.”

Her massage was gentle yet firm, enough to make your body move with her motions. Her hands felt so good massaging you, and you started to let yourself fall into that state of utter submission.

Wanda placed a kiss right behind your ear as her right hand dipped down your chest and grabbed your tit. A small gasp left your mouth as she squeezed the sensitive flesh. She hummed and whispered, “You know Mommy’s touch always makes you feel better, doesn’t it, princess?”

It was like Wanda had hypnotized your brain to trigger upon hearing that word. Two syllables were enough to drape that veil over your mind. Still, you resisted.

“Wanda,” you breathed, but upon saying her real name, you earned yourself a soft slap to the face.

Wanda grabbed your face and turned it back to her, her eyes flashing. She was growing irritated at your resistance to her. “Correct yourself before I bend you over my lap and punish you,” she said in an unsettlingly calm tone.

“Mommy,” you whispered, voice cracking as Wanda scooted even closer to you. She hummed with approval before returning her hand to your tit, letting her other one fall and roam across your body. She bit her lip and watched the way your eyes started to grow heavy at the feeling of her hands touching you all over, especially when they dipped down to your thigh. She knew it would only take another sentence to persuade you, and you were sufficiently persuaded when she nipped your ear and whispered, “Mommy wants to make her princess feel better.”

Your entire body relaxed under her touch, and she discreetly smirked at her success. Besides making you cum, her best talent was persuasion. Keeping a hand on your breast, she moved your laptop and notebook to the floor before gently pushing you backward until you laid under her on the couch.

“My sweet little girl,” Wanda cooed as she slipped her hand up your shirt, causing you to shiver at her touch. “Mommy knows you’ve been so stressed about homework, yea?”

You found yourself at a loss for words as you nodded, your skin heating up in the trail her hand left on its way up your shirt. Wanda mirrored your nod, her eyes darkening when she took a handful of your bare breast, turned on upon realizing you had no bra on. Remembering that you had been to class earlier that day, she paused and asked, “You had a bra on when you went out today, right?”

You nodded quickly, remembering her rules about always wearing a bra. She didn’t want anyone to see the parts of you that belonged only to her.

She smiled in relief as her thumb rolled across your nipple which instantly hardened. “Good girl.”

Leaning down, Wanda pressed her soft lips against yours, and it took you a moment before you remembered to kiss back. The kiss caused you to fall deeper into your state of submission, especially when her tongue forced your lips open and slid inside your mouth. Wanda moaned against your lips as her tongue glid over yours and licked the roof of your mouth, her tongue so wet and warm that it made you shiver from the feeling.

Pulling back, you saw the darkness that arrived in her irises before she whispered, “Take off your clothes, princess.”

You were fully hers now. In automatic obedience, you pulled your sweatshirt over your head and shimmied out of your sweatpants, which Wanda aided by tugging them down your feet. You were naked now besides your thin layer of panties, and the cold air hurt your already hardened nipples. Wanda’s warm body pressed flat against yours as she stared down at you, completely in her control now.

“Mommy,” you whined, wrapping your arms and legs around her frame. “I cold.”

“You’re cold, princess?” she echoed, running a finger over your lower lip which was puffy from her kiss. “Don’t worry, Mommy will warm you up.”

Placing both hands on your breasts, Wanda kissed your lips once more before kissing your chin, the column of your throat, your sternum, and then leaving a trail of kisses down your abdomen. Your breath faltered as you felt her soft lips tease the skin right above your panties. She was so close to your heat that you could feel her warm breath fan against it, and that seed of desire blossomed within you. All thoughts of homework were gone now as you reached down and placed your hands in her hair.

Wanda glanced up at you to make sure you were okay before she opened her mouth and placed it over the thin cloth covering your pussy. You squeaked at the feeling as she slid her hands around your thighs and gently spread them open. She briefly licked you through the panties, enough to make your breathing turn labored before she crawled up your body again.

Even with the small touch, you already felt cold without it. “Mommy, please,” you whined, tugging at her hair like a child. Your cheeks were flushing red now, eyes hooded and pleading. “Icky,” you mumbled, squeezing your thighs shut and rubbing them together to replace the momentary friction she had given you.

Wanda cocked her head and looked at you as if she had no idea what you were talking about. “What’s icky, baby?”

You strung out a wordless sentence and started to babble when she began rolling your nipple between her thumb and forefinger. “Icky… down there,” you managed to squeak as she continued to torture you, pretending to be completely innocent.

“Icky on your princess parts?” Wanda finally gave in, to which you desperately nodded, continuing to attempt to pull her closer to you even though the weight of her body was resting on your abdomen.

“Oh, no,” Wanda said dramatically. She waited for you to say something, but your empty, longing gaze was enough to let her know you had slipped past words. “You want Mommy to make your princess parts feel better?” She ran a hand up and down your stomach, which only made your clit throb.

“Uh huh,” you muttered, rubbing your thighs together as hard as you could to find some kind of relief to the throbbing sensation between them. “Please, Mommy.”

“Mommy’s proud of you for asking so nicely,” she jested as she adjusted herself, spreading your legs again and sinking between them. “Don’t worry, Mommy will make the icky go away.” She parted your panties to the side so she could run her fingers through your soft folds, her touch instantly making you twitch and gasp.

Wanda gasped in dramatic surprise. “Princess is so so wet for Mommy.” Her fingers swam in your folds, simply feeling how soft and wet you were. Wanda had to hold back a moan when she watched the way your back arched as her fingers met your nub and pressed into it. “Mommy knows how to touch you exactly the way you want, right, Princess?”

You only half-heard her through the desire now pulsing all through your pussy. You nodded, grabbing her soft locks of red hair as she played with your slit. After a few moments of this, you were growing too desperate. “Mommy, please, inside.”

“You want me to go inside, princess?” she echoed, to which you furiously nodded. Your entire body was squirming on the couch beneath her, your legs hooking around her and desperately pulling her closer to you.

Deciding to give you what you want instead of dragging this out as long as she wanted to, Wanda moved her fingers to your entrance and slowly slid two of them inside. Your tight walls tensed upon the intrusion but sucked her fingers in nonetheless, your lips falling open in a silent moan. “That’s it, kitten,” Wanda purred as she pressed a few kisses to your hot face. “Take Mommy’s fingers like a good girl.”

Her fingers sunk deep inside you and curled, massaging that sweet spot that made you shudder. She took her time with you, dragging them out slowly before jutting them back inside, hitting your spot harder this time.

“You look so pretty like this, baby,” Wanda breathed as she stared intently at you. “Laying naked below me, legs spread, taking my fingers in your precious princess parts.”

A moan escaped your lips, your hips bucking up to meet her hand. As much as you enjoyed how she was slowly relishing you, you needed more. “Harder, Mommy.”

Wanda snapped her hand, her fingers jutting deep inside you. You were dripping down her hand already, the squelching noises making your cheeks burn. She was rubbing your spot just right, thrusting her fingers at the right angle and the right speed, that you already felt pressure coiling in your tummy.

“You’re Mommy’s pretty princess,” Wanda groaned throatily, utterly drunk off the sight of your juices covering her hand. She slipped a third finger inside you and felt the stretch that made your eyes squeeze shut. “I love your tight pussy,” she added as she pressed her thumb against your clit and rubbed it. “All mine. Tell me your pussy is all mine, princess.”

“Mommy, I’m gonna c-cum,” you whimpered, urging your hips upward in sync with her hand.

“You can’t cum until you tell me your pussy is all mine,” she purred, bringing her free hand to your face to move your hair out of the way. “C’mon, baby, say it. Use your words, pretty girl.”

You took one hand out of Wanda’s hair to grab the arm of the couch above you, trying futilely to string together the words she wanted to hear, but you made your best attempt. “All yours… my pussy all yours.” Your orgasm was growing heavier in the pit of your stomach to the point where it was paining you to hold it back. Light flooded your eyes as the nerves in your stomach started to tingle. You were already in the process of slipping when Wanda came through and grunted, “Cum for Mommy.”

Wanda gasped at the feeling of your pussy clenching hard around her fingers and pulsating as you came, arching your back completely off the couch and causing your tits to be near enough to Wanda’s face for her to take one in her mouth suddenly and bite it, which only prolonged your climax. She felt so good with her fingers buried inside you and her mouth sucking your nipple that you could only whimper, “Mommy,” over and over again as your orgasm finally released your body with a limp plop on the cushions.

The inside of your cunt throbbed around Wanda’s fingers still lodged inside, and the cold you felt before was replaced with warm sweat all over your skin. Wanda fluttered kisses all over your face and neck, her hair tickling your cheek as you giggled softly. You trembled as she pulled her fingers out of you and placed them in your mouth. You were startled at the intrusion, but you quickly suckled around her fingers and tasted your own arousal, licking up every last drop and swallowing thickly.

“Such a perfect princess,” Wanda whispered, her green eyes sparkling as she watched you and felt your warm tongue swivel around her long fingers. She pulled them out of your mouth and wiped your saliva on your own tits, smirking as she did.

Slipping an arm under your back, she lifted you up so that you were straddling her lap. “What do you say to Mommy?” she cooed, bouncing you on her lap as you giggled and wrapped your arms around her shoulders.

“Thank you, Mommy,” you shyly mumbled, hiding your face in her neck and inhaling her sweet perfume.

“Of course, princess,” she responded with a kiss to your cheek. “Now you’d better finish that homework. Your reward will be milking my cock.”

#wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff #scarlet witch #elizabeth olsen #lizzie olsen #lesbian #lgbt #marvel #smut #nsft #wanda maxmoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x f!reader #wanda maximoff smut #sub!reader #top!wanda #mommy

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teopatra · 9 months

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💙 Happy Blue Moon🌕 💙

💙🌕💙🌕💙💙💙🌕🌕🌕🌕💙💙💙🌕💙🌕💙

Posts like these you don’t sea 👁️ often .. maybe once every blue moon 🧿👄🧿

🪩♓️🪩♓️🪩♓️🪩♓️🪩♓️🪩♓️🪩♓️🪩♓️🪩♓️

Todays pick a pile messages are songs since Pisces energy and full moons are likened to mermaids whom are know for being sirens 🚨 🧜🏽‍♀️ 🧜‍♂️

Message 1:

During the full moon transit you’ll feel like there is a stillness in their air. Kind of like when the ocean gets eerily calm before a storm. A peaceful terror. You could feel the urge to be by yourself more or hermit in your own energy; it will befit you to turn off your devices and just listen to the sounds around you and your mind. The best thing you can utilize your phone for right now is noting your synchronicities and your feelings. If you notice people being distant don’t take it personally, but pay attention to how that makes you feel and the conversations people have with you especially your tone. Others you know are facing introspection and are delving into the deepest parts of their psyche. The intensity of repressed emotions may be too much for most to handle. I noticed my social media page engagements are lower than normal today, it reminds me of a ghost town with nothing but tumble weeds lol that’s the energy of this Pisces full moon. Work with quartz crystals, protect your immune system and indulge in a warm bath, shower, or foot soak since Pisces rules the feet.

Message 2:

At this time you will experience MORE lucid dreams. Pay attention to the people in your dreams and what these particular people may say to you in your dreams. It’s one thing to be lucid in the dream state but it’s another to wake up with dream amnesia. Why is that? Bc something in your waking life is not aligned with your higher self meaning you could indulging in bad habits like not getting enough rest and over saturating your third eye with too much media. You’re prob a creative person or a water sign so you should be clearing your mind. Create something that is visually stimulating for you to aid in your create process and ease/unload the mind; mercury rx is cashing a lot of mental tension rn. A salt bath, a foot soak with pink Himalayan salt or you may need to gargle with salt water to unblock throat chakra blockages. Try sleeping next to grounding crystals and dream enhancing crystals like blue apatite. Also don’t sleep directly next to your phone, turn TV’s, mirrors, phones, tablets, and other types of black mirrors away from your bed if you can. If not try covering them with a towel or something light. Work on protecting your aura and strengthening your auric field

Message 3:

Worrying about an ex at this time is unhealthy for you. As much as you may think this person will change it’s not up to you to focus on them, pour into yourself wholeheartedly and you’ll see where your shadow work needs to be done and why you feel the need to give to someone who probably doesn’t have your best interest at this time. I see a lot of people from your past being nostalgic over you, but that is none of your concern anymore. Turn from the past and be open to all possibilities ( this is the mantra for piscerian energy). Your destiny is waiting for you, but you are holding on to your karmic energy. The moon has met up with Saturn as he’s been transiting Pisces since the beginning of the year, so challenge yourself to let go of the things that aren’t serving you and you know what they are. Also everyone seems to be on edge so it’s best to just be quiet stay out the way and mind your business until mercury retrograde blows over. If you’ve been overindulging in tarot stop, OR you may notice that tarot isn’t resonating with you lately like it used to. Try intuitive games to improve your own cartomancy or tarot skills if you’re into that

Message 4:

I see you have done a lot of shadow work over the years and it has caused you to feel a bit isolated at times and that’s because others have not done ENOUGH self development therefore you are not resonating with most people. You are supposed to soar and it may feel lonely at the top but know that you are an example of Christ consciousness to those around you. you are a beacon of light that illuminates a path behind you. You are not a flash light searching for dark spots. Reward yourself for how far you’ve come and don’t stop because this is how you will romanize your life turning fantasies into reality. The full moon wants you to relax and to plan ahead so you can have a more fulfilled day. Pisces is a mutable sign meaning ever changing , therefore this energy can be a bit sporadic. Which isn’t always bad, BUT I see time can easily evade you if your daily intentions aren’t set properly. You’ll see what I mean if you haven’t already. I see you thinking back on this post weeks later like ohhhh now I get it. 🤭 also eat some more vegetables, try making more home cooked meals bc it’ll be therapeutic .

Message 5:

Please be mindful that with most people in their late 20’s experiencing their Saturn returns with the moon currently in the same sign as Saturn may force you to observe people change for the better or for worse. It all depends on one’s karma and the work they’ve chosen to do or lack thereof. With the sun being n Virgo and Virgo being the sign of the hermit, the change of season will cause you and others to recluse and maybe even become lethargic. For example during this time of year most people go back to school, and as the older generation phases out and retires, the old “students” are the new teachers. I see a lot of millennials changing the dynamics of school systems compared to how we experienced it growing up. You are the future, help your inner child and inner teenager even if you’re an adult by connecting with those younger than you. If YOU are a teenager pay attention to those in their mid to late twenties. A lot of times we think our lives are going to go certain ways and end up something completely diff. Just know that if you’re aspiring to do something that may not need a traditional education don’t waste your money going to school for something you don’t even really wanna do or you’re doing it for just the money or to satisfy family. Find the moon tonight and do some moon gazing , stare at her and let your mind wonder off; your higher self will handle the rest.

Message 6:

People want to know what you’re up to 👀 I see you have a magnetic energy like the moon. People stare at you like they do the moon, for some reason I see you’re a walking personification of a mirrored portal. You are a conduit of the higher dimensions, you see a person but they see you as a hypnotic metronome. Just like the effect the full moon has on mythological creatures like mermaids and werewolves, I’m seeing you know you had some time of power of psychic gift but you’ll begin to resonate with being other worldly as your gifts play out in front of you. Pisces energy is about illusions and for some reason you create an optical illusion that doesn’t play tricks on peoples eyes but their minds 😵‍💫 THIS message will only resonate with a small few but please comment if you experience any weird nuisances. With great power comes great responsibilities, be careful not to put people in trances at the wrong time, don’t stare at people back if they stare at you but if it’s a lover stare and you’ll both take an astral trip. Please move in silence at this time and work on grounding. Going into hermit mode will benefit you and please don’t get distracted by lust bc I see that being the side effect of this heightened power rn like a hungry vampire. Also stop trying to be captain sage a h*e and realize how earthly you’ve been, lighten your aura in weight.

🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌝🌖🌗🌘🌜

🩻This is your time to illuminate the truth deep within you bc you already hold the answers you seek.. there’s no research to be done at this time because you have spent the time and effort. Now you are reaping the rewards

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tenebrius-excellium · 2 months

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Someone on Instagram asked "if you were alone with your book's main character for 10 minutes, would you walk out alive" and I just pictured meeting this character and basically felt thrown across the room. Because I had an almost physical reaction to the unexpected, out-of-nowhere compulsive urge to literally kiss him so violently it would count as assault. It was pure, but ehmmm. Violent. And that took me out, caught me so off-guard, I feel like I already did it and I'm just left blinking.

I... didn't know that I thought like this. It's not even about him being fictional, there's something very real about it that I can't quite explain.

I haven't been writing a crush, I have been writing a male version of myself who loves herself better. Some parts of what he doesn't know, I know, and some parts of what I don't, he does. We are both afraid and bad at loving ourselves yet somehow we do. We trust, we learn, we cling to each other especially when we feel unsafe. I think he's a part of me that doesn't know what's going on either but that knows how to take responsibility for me.

It's not about silly heart emojis, it's about grabbing each other's hair like our deepest vulnerabilities and never letting go as we conquer the world together. There's something tenfold more earnest about it.

I... wasn't aware I was capable of feeling or doing something like that.

Kinda staring open-mouthed at my own self rn lol...

What the heck.

Every day you learn something new about yourself, huh

Why am I even hitting send on this post. @nikibogwater help XD

#it's a positive thing I guess?#wherethekiteflies #update on reddie's life #<- I guess?#ocs #storytelling #writing #and now I have to live with that knowledge

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pedroshotwifey · 3 months

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WIP Wednesday!!

Thank you so much for tagging me @kewwrites (this woman is the legit loml go show her some love)

Got three things for you heathens today!

TTF 7 (lil spicy snippet so no spoilers ;) Chapter 6 will be posted on Friday!)

You moan wildly, your head tossing back as you grip Javi’s hair to keep him to you. He lets you ride out your orgasm, but as soon as it’s through, he’s climbing back up your body and slipping inside of your velvet heat. He groans and dips down to hide his face in the crook of your neck, your arms coming up to wrap around his and hold him close to you. His pace as he starts to thrust in and out of you is less frantic than it has been every other time so far. He makes slow, sensual love to you, like he’s trying to anchor himself to your soul. And you really think he’s successful in his efforts. Little gasps fall from your parted lips each time he bucks his hips up to yours, just forceful enough to peg that heavenly spot inside of you every time.

Urges (Joel Fucking Miller pt. 2) (Can also be read as a standalone but I think it's the same couple)

“Let me suck your dick,” you whisper up at him, watching his eyes go wide as he snaps his head left and right to make sure nobody heard that. The two of you had gone to the last dinner offered, so it’s pretty dark out, and it’s also been raining for the last hour or so. There are only a few people out other than you since it’s so close to curfew, but Joel’s face still goes a little red at your request. You can’t help but bite your lip to contain your smile. It really is funny how flustered he gets about you saying something like that when he’s the one who loves to talk about railing you in public. There’s not a single person under the canopy that you stopped under, but he still lowers his voice as he speaks.

Valentines Day Fic (Unnamed rn but it's with Marc Spector! Not sure when it will be out bc I'm tired asf 🥲)

You find him leaning against the counter, glancing at his watch in the kitchen. “Am I late?” you ask with a smile. He looks up, a goofy grin of his own plastered on his face as he gets ready to respond to you, but it’s quickly replaced with his jaw dropping. Your smile broadens as Marc’s eyes trail up and down your body, taking in every bit of you. “You look fucking gorgeous, baby,” he manages to get out. He holds one hand out a bit, waiting for you to take the last step to him. You do, wrapping your arms around him and placing a kiss on his lips.

What do y'all got?? @nerdieforpedro @sweetercalypso @joels-shitty-puns @callachloe @princessanglophile @romanarose @for-a-longlongtime Sorry if y'all have already done this or if anyone tagged me and I didn't see 😅

#wip wednesday #tag game #pedro pascal #fan fiction #pedro pascal smut #ao3 #smut #pedro pascal characters #joel miller #javier pena fanfiction #javier peña #marc spector #oscar issac smut #oscar isaac

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seongminiz · 9 months

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camboy!taeyoung thoughts !!

minors dni ; camboy roommate!taeyoung x afab!reader ; word count: ~770

warnings : not very detailed smut ; masturbation ; dont know how but this mighttt count as dubcon since both taeyoung n reader r doing everything behind each others back ? ; kind of exhibitionism idk ; i overuse the („• ᴗ •„) emoticon bc im insane

based on that one taeyoung video , might be- no its definitely all over the place , not proof read , was supposed to post this last night but i fell asleep , pls guys dont make fun of me idk how long i can still pull the autistic aroace lesbian card to defend myself from the shitty writer allegations , im very sleepy rn :3 , might post a part 2 if anyone is interested bc im not done with the thoughts („• ᴗ •„)

camboy taeyo- GETS RAN OVER BY A TRAIN

my god my god my god

he'd sometimes use fleshlights n stuff like that but nothinggg would beat when hes fucking his hand n cums all over his toned abs („• ᴗ •„) n he'd tease his audience sooo much ! being all cocky n mostly in a dom mood ,, but the most fun streams of his r the ones where hes more subby :( begging n whining n trying sooo hard not to come too early bc being this vulnerable in front of an audience makes him more sensitive n turned on •v• camboy tyoungie i fucking love u thats it

and and and and

roommate!taeyoung who also works as a camboy to have some extra money to spend on himself . u dont know abt it , u just assume hes rlly loud n horny all the time - which, hey, u cant rlly blame him for it - but u do question if hes that loud bc he wants u to hear him ,, if only u knew how ur guess isn't that far fetched , taeyoung having to keep himself from moaning ur name everytime he streams, touching himself to the thought of u - on top of him or under him , anywhere , he doesn't care , just thinking abt u is enough . and if only he knew how u took an habit of touching urself at the same time, ur bed being conveniently against the wall confining with his room .. u dont even worry abt taeyoung hearing u , you pride yourself in being on the quieter side - you really aren't and taeyoung anxiously checks if his mic is picking up on ur sounds every single time he hears u . until one eventful day - while taeyoung is out at the gym or something - u realize oh shit , u r unbelievably horny n ur personal jerk off material isn't home ,, u r so desperate , nothing you find on twitter or even those shitty porn sites seems to do the job , it's almost like you've conditioned yourself to only feel good bc of taeyoung </3 at some point , doom scrolling ur twitter tl u come across an account u follow promoting their ,, streaming channel on some obscure website that sounds like a scam . no its definitely a scam . you've never had that much of an interest in this kind of content , but you figure at this point u could try anything to get rid of how unbearably horny u r . again, nothing of what you're seeing piques your interest, until u see the thumbnail of a specific vod from a few days prior. despite being darker, you can still realize the room looks eerily similar to yours - to taeyoung's. u shake ur head, giving yourself a few slaps for good measure and whispering to yourself to 'fucking snap out of it', there's no way you're so down bad for ur roommate u r starting to imagine him as one of these camboys. no way. but u still cant fight the urge to click on the video, maybe the resemblance to taeyoung is what can get u to finally feel good . you hurriedly put your oh so beloved noise canceling headphones on and turn the volume up. that's when your heart sinks and u freeze, hand stopping halfway inside your shorts bc holy shit that sounds a little too much like taeyoung, n u r now a hundred percent sure u saw those same bedsheets in his room four days ago - coincidentally the same day this was streamed, and yes thats his shirt, the one that always drives u insane bc he looks a little too good in it .... before u know it , you're on ur third vod of his , basically binge watching all of his past streams and on the verge of tears with how much you've been overstimulating yourself . you're so lost in it u dont realize taeyoung has come back home around the midst of 2nd video or so , and knows exactly what ur up to when he hears u moaning his name . poor boy is fighting the urge to just burst into your room , telling himself it wouldn't be morally right to do so - as if jerking off to the thought of his roommate while streaming or standing right by their door as he starts to slowly palm himself over his pants while listening to you getting off is any more decent ,,

this might stay ur little secret , both too shy to confront each other abt it ,, or maybe taeyoung will just have to wait for a repeat of that day to catch you red handed and finally get what he's been craving for weeks („• ᴗ •„)

#🍰 seongminiz !#🧇 crvt !#cravity hard hours #cravity smut #taeyoung smut #btw op on twitter deleted the video i feel miserable #(i literally downloaded it on my phone)

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finniestoncrane · 2 years

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I've been binge reading your riddler stuff and maybe it's my fever but I feel sappy. Is it ok to ask for capullo!( that's it right?) riddler comforting a fem reader and letting her know he doesn't just like her physically? Sorry if it's vague I've got super brain fog rn but if you choose to write I recommend going hog wild! Have fun with it pls!

Aftercare

Capullo!Riddler x Female!Reader, word count: 2.1k not vague at all, i get you completely!! and i knew exactly what i wanted to do with this request, so i hope it's what you were looking for! also i hope you get/got better, i'm sorry it took me a while to get this out but bless your lil fevery soul for sending this prompt my way 💚 this is looooong i'm so sorry and it's pretty dialogue heavy which...yeah it is what it is ;-; my posts about this idiot: consistent flops me anyway: i am feeding myself and the capull-hos, i will write 2k words anyway request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: language, mentions of sex, angst, suggestive themes, sort of mean eddie, some fluff believe it or not

5.37am.

The light from the alarm clock was soft, the rising sun complimenting the warmth as it shone through your curtains. It was all so incredibly romantic and peaceful, or at least it would have been, if you hadn’t spent the better part of the night before and this most recent half hour being fucked within an inch of your life, Edward rutting like a feral animal into you, onto you, beside you.

He was getting dressed by the bed, lime green suit an affront to your vision in the morning, shirt unbuttoned underneath it, saving that for last. It was only as he slipped his shoes on that you put two and two together, checking the clock again and propping yourself up on your elbow, watching him smooth his hair down and grab his hat from the floor.

“Are you leaving?”

“Yeah, got to.”

“Oh…can’t you stay? Even just for a little while?”

“Uhh…how long for?”

“Well, it’s only 5am.”

“Ok, and what would we do?”

You stared at him in confusion, met only with a blank gaze with a hint of impatience knitted across his brow.

“I thought we could have breakfast together?”

It seemed like such a simple request, 30 minutes to make you both something to eat. But it was met with a scoff and a distinctly mean smile.

“No can do, got better things to be doing.”

Finally buttoning up his shirt, he leant over you in the bed. For the briefest of moments, you were so sure that he was going to kiss you. Soft and gentle on your lips, caring and sweet on your forehead. But instead, he teased back the sheets, exposing your breasts to the room, before winking at you.

“Don’t get dressed, just wait for me to come back whenever I’m done, exactly like that!”

Laying flat on the bed, staring wistfully into the ceiling, you considered your next move.

There was something that kept you coming back for more, despite literally every other identifiable thing about Edward Nygma. His brash personality, perpetual and insistent over-confidence, the way he groped and grabbed, rutted and fucked like a man who had never known of the word ‘gentle’. And those were the qualities you found redeeming. There were no words to describe how you felt about him, deep down. At one point, you had thought the gut-wrenching sadness every time he left after you had sex was a hint that you had developed a bit of a crush on him, a desire to be with him even when you weren’t just satisfying a carnal urge. But recently, it had become more obvious that it was a desperate plea for acknowledgement of you, for him to pay attention to you outside of the clumsy and erratic schedule to which he fucked you.

And he couldn’t even stay behind for breakfast. You weren’t asking for him to confess his undying love. You weren’t even asking him to look you in the eye and make sure you came during sex. Breakfast. That was it. And he had “better things to do”.

So when he texted that afternoon, asking to come over in the evening, you ignored it. It was interesting to note that when the message came in, you darted to your phone at the little chime. And though initially you had been consumed by excitement at the thought of him getting in touch with you, a Pavlov’s whore reaction as you felt your arousal increase at the thought of him, you tossed your phone down without replying. If you were being honest, you were proud of yourself. Cold turkey was tough, and yet here you were, starting the period of radio silence you were willing to keep up indefinitely.

It wasn’t as though this had come out of the blue. You’d had multiple conversations in the past about what you were to each other, what this was. Countless times you had tried to even be friends with benefits, but he wasn’t interested in knowing you outside of coming and cumming and going. So surely, if he listened to anything you said beyond “harder, faster, more”, it wouldn’t come as a shock to him that you were completely done.

But an hour later, another text came in.

“You still asleep? Do a number on ya, did I? 😉 Can I come over later?”

And again, you ignored it. And the six others that came in quick succession at around 6pm.

“Hey, let me know if you’re busy or if I can come and rock your world again!”

“Don’t make me start sending riddles. I know how much you hate that.”

“Come on…if you’re not gonna text back at least send through something nasty 😉”

“I could get food if you want? On the way?”

“Starting to get annoyed baby. I’m not gonna hang around and wait for you much longer…”

“Ok…getting a bit concerned that I might have to find another fuck buddy…”

That last one, a hint of worry in it, made you even madder. If he really was concerned, why couldn’t he take it seriously? A message came in from another number, a mutual acquaintance.

“Hello, this is a weird question (and apologies if the police are reading this) but are you dead?”

Edward had sent his lackeys to investigate for him.

“Hey! I’m great, thanks. No police, no death. Need me to send a pic with today’s paper as proof?”

Nothing in return. And as a final nail in the coffin, you turned your phone off. You had dinner, watched some tv, drowning out any thoughts you had about Ed by periodically reminding yourself that your vibrator was right there in the drawer under the bed, and not only did it finish the job right, it would still be there after you came.

Interrupting your little pity party, though, there was a knock at your door. Peering out the peephole, you could see Ed, standing side on, arm leaning on the door. You opened it slightly, startling him, his body falling into the door with a pathetic little yelp.

“Yes?”

He grinned at you, his arm swooping from behind his back, one bag of some kind of food and a bouquet of flowers. He tilted his chin up and to the side slightly, staring you down and raising his eyebrows.

“Well?”

“What the fuck is this?”

He looked like a told off child.

“I dunno. I thought you were mad at me, so I did what people do when someone is mad at them.” He thrust the gifts forward, eventually bringing them back down to his side when it became obvious that you weren’t going to unfold your arms to take them.

“Do you even know what you’re apologising for?”

He let out a short, sharp laugh.

“Ok, well first of all, I’m not even apologising. So I don’t know where you got that idea.”

You closed the door on him, but he managed to kick his foot in the gap.

“Nonono wait!”

You held it open, looking up at him, the most unamused expression you could muster, desperately trying to hide the raw emotion threatening to expose itself behind your eyes.

“I just want a second, then I can leave if you want me to. Or I…can come in…?” He smirked, letting it fade quickly as he realised now was not the time.

“Ed, there’s professionals who can give you what you want. This isn’t fun for me anymore.” You moved back inside, attempting to close the door again, but his palms pushed it back lightly.

“Wait, wait. Did you actually want me to stay this morning? I just thought that’s what women said after sex…no?”

You pushed past the initial gut reaction, which was to question him on which other women he was claiming to have ever been with, but chose to stay on track with your rehearsed points.

“No, it’s not. But it was stupid of me to think you were interested in anything, or anyone, apart from you and your own selfish needs. Goodbye, Ed.”

The door closed with a slam, but he was persistant.

“Hey! You knew what you were getting into. I was very clear. You know who I am!”

“Yeah, most intelligent man in Gotham. Which I thought might mean you’d have more sense than to just leave after you’ve cum, like I’m absolutely nothing to you.”

“What made you think you were ever going to be something?”

It was harsh, hurtful. The silence after it rang out, and you didn’t care whether he meant it or not. He’d still said it. Slumping down against the door, stopping on the floor, tears fell copiously from your eyes as you accepted the realisation that Ed really didn’t care about you. Never had, and never had any intentions of doing so in the future either. You’re sat there for about five minutes, sobbing against the door, not very mindful of the noise you were making, as you were sure Ed would have left by now. But he spoke again, still outside.

“Please…can you let me in?”

“Go away, Ed.”

“Aw come on! I cam all the way over here with…things for you.”

“I don’t give a fuck.”

“Look, I’m the Riddler, babe. I’ll find another way in somehow, and then you’ll be really pissed at me. I’ll sit out here all night if I have to. I’ll get comfortable now, actually. How about a few riddles? What is red, white and-”

You cut him short, mercifully, opening the door and staring at him, tears wiped hastily away, but eyes still watery, cheeks reddened by the wet tracks. He gestured with his ‘gifts’ again.

“Food’s probably cold by now.”

“I already ate anyway.”

“Right. Can I come in though?”

“Why would you want to? I’m not going to fuck you.”

“That’s fine, actually.”

With your arms folded tight across your chest, you shot him a look of genuine disbelief. He chuckled lightly, holding his palms up.

“I’m serious. I want…” he took a deep breath in, almost pained expression written across his face “…I want to apologise.”

As you held the door open wider for him, he walked timidly inside, letting his palm find your forearm, gripping it once before going inside and sitting down on the sofa, sighing when you joined him, as though he were worried you might stand and berate him, or sit on the armchair, distanced.

“Ok, this isn’t very easy for me.”

“What? Being human?”

“Actually, yes. I’m an outsider, I operate on the fringes of-”

“Ed.”

“Right, right, sorry. I just mean…beyond having to trust someone to not stab me in the back or shoot me in the face, I don’t have to interact or offer myself up to anyone. That’s a lot of vulnerability.”

His words made sense to you, and as the tough exterior you had spent all evening, and most of the past week trying to build up crumbled away, you realised you weren’t that upset about allowing yourself listen to him, offering him your hand, which he took tentatively, eyes avoiding your gaze, but body facing towards yours, open and unguarded.

“I need to put distance between us, because…” as he hesitated, unusually stuck for words, he let his thumb sweep back and forth over the back of your hand, attempting to either soothe you or himself “…I’m scared of how I feel about you.”

“Bullshit.”

“Rude.” He smiled at you, catching your eyeline and looking away quickly. Feeling guilty, you shuffled closer to him, putting your head on his shoulder, hand on his chest, letting your fingers trail up and down. In a move entirely unlike him, he lifted his arm, enclosing it around your shoulder, pulling you closer, his head tilted over the back of the sofa, eyes shut and breath shallow as he continued.

“I don’t feel anything about anyone, except myself. And now you. And before you get excited, I don’t know what to label those feelings as, I certainly wouldn’t get excited about them. I just know that I…care what you think about me and I am willing to…work on being…better.”

It was as good as it was going to get, but even this small gesture of humanity, a display of weakness that you could potentially hold against him, if you were so inclined, displayed his trust and truth.

“So if you’re willing to put up with me, I’m willing to stay.”

“Huh…when you put it that way, it might have been a blessing that you were so quick to leave.”

He was on you, arms around you on the sofa, lips meeting amidst the giggles you both elicited.

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leychin · 2 years

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the unfortunate people who asked for a part 2: @lavenders-writing @manurmukhs @eudemon-ia

Eclipse wasn't supposed to have a sequel, it was an open ending. There was demand for a part 2 and i wasn't gonna write it but its almost midnight, i dont know how i feel and im sitting under a waxing gibbous rn and the light is all through my room and its dark in here.

and to those who havent read part 1: eclipse

Unfortunately, you were not an eclipse.

To call yourself an eclipse is something exclusive to the bitter and the spiteful. Those who are too angry at themselves to see that it was no ones fault, and people grow apart.

The brushing of shoulders in the hall stopped feeling like anything, and eventually stopped all together. Making eye contact with him was met back with an equally cold stare. To say there was any warmth left in those crimson eyes for you was a laughable attempt at pretending like you were still a part of his life.

It was a simple fact that you just weren't a part of his life anymore, nor was he in yours. His hoodies and other knickknacks dropped off at the nearest donation bin as the spring came and you did your cleaning. You no longer clung to the happy memories because the morebyou look back, the more you realized they didn't happen, did they?

They say it comes with taking off the rose tinted glasses, which could very well be true, and maybe you're clinging to the things you didn't like about him to make yourself think it was for the better. debatable. You never liked that he left his sweaty workout clothes on the floor, and even though you told him you couldnt handle all of his spices he would still put them in and tell you to get over it.

Maybe thats why you still keep all your old pictures together in its album, if digital albums could collect dust then that one would be spotless. You open it frequently for some unknown reason, you say its to laugh at how dumb you were for thinking it would work, and to learn from your mistakes. Mistakes are not placed in an ornate box in the front of your mind for you to open at any moment you desire, so why are yours there?

Bakugo was once your sun, and you would've done anything to show him you were worthy of his light just three months ago. Now you find yourself with a dull shine, and you celebrate because there once was no shine at all, you find yourself looking to tell someone who's no longer there; you scoff and tell your girlfriends instead who've been with you the entire way.

The groupchat doesn't feel right anymore, the orher girls knew how you felt about the sun once. The moon left you, all light from the sun has to leave one way or another. But thats okay, the girls go out with you for girls days and you stop counting stars in your sleep because you know they'll never be you.

They say the whole "breakup thing" is hard, but what is there to mourn if nothing was there in the first place? The sun, the moon, and the stars are always there, even if they do not shine for you and do not bend to shine for anyone but themselves. You understood this as the law of the universe, so it didn't hurt. Nothing can hurt you if you excpected it all from the beginning.

The tightness in your chest when you see the anniversary posts every month can easily be chalked up to a long night of internet browsing, your hands are clenched into fists because of cramps, you should really get off of your phone.

But you cant, because long nights of browsing are some of the only moments of peace that you can manage without having the urge to punch something. The moon isn't the best company, but you'd rather befriend the stars than face the sun again.

They say the whole "breakup thing" is hard, maybe it is if there was really something there. But after a while of telling yourself that you felt nothing, you really start to feel nothing; or at least you think it feels like nothing. You still feel as empty as you did on the first day, but its an emptiness you've grown comfortable with and that's enough for you.

You want to wish for all of the celestial figures to disappear one day, no more eclipses, no clouds of smog to cover the stars and for the new moon to be permanent. But to wish for such things is for bitter people who can't get over something as simple as a breakup, so you wish for the sun and moon to continue as they are for all eternity and for the stars to watch in awe.

You'll watch with them one day.

When the comfortable ache, the emptiness starts to feel like home.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #mha bakugo katsuki #bakugo x reader #unrequited love #no happy ending #katsuki bakugo x reader #reader insert #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo angst #bakugo x reader angst #vent fic #self indulgent

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cryingisnecessaryfanfics · 6 months

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Xiao x GN Faerie Reader P. 5

sorry it took almost nine months lol working on the next part rn.

TW: brief mentions of blood, vomit, and injuries.

double post today :D

Part 4

The faerie wakes up exhausted and confused. No longer are they sleeping on the cold hard roof but in a bed with warm blankets and a familiar body next to them. The faerie suddenly becomes aware of every tingling spot on their body, all points of connection, places where their skin meets the skin of another. They fight the urge to lean into this odd yet pleasant feeling, knowing on the other side of the bed was a very injured and grumpy Adeptus.

The memories return slowly, a blur of motion becoming clear in their mind. First, it's the fear that suddenly comes to mind, flashes of blood and black, vomit being swallowed down and working through the dizziness. It hits the faerie in a rush, a sudden nauseating feeling growing in their stomach at the memories. But more follow right behind them, a different sort of nausea, one that screams embarrassment and frustration. They recall the image of Xiao’s shirtless body and with the lack of adrenaline to mask the attraction a burning feeling creeps up their neck and spreads on their face. They knew Xiao was strikingly handsome beforehand, just looking at him from a distance could tell you that much. But now- now they had seen what is not usually shown, had seen his skin without censor, only marred by injuries that made the faerie's stomach stir.

They push the arousal out of their mind reminding themself yet again that Xiao was no more than a patient, just someone in need of healing. Another flash of memories plays out in the faerie's mind, snippets of awoken slumber, stirred by the karma surrounding them. The faerie remembers an argument in snapshots, broken lines of dialog blurred by exhaustion. Only one instance was clear, a scene burned so clearly in their mind it almost hurt to recall.

“You need to rest! No slipping by me while I’m sleeping!” The faerie's voice is uncharacteristically angry, their eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

“You have no respect for the Adepti.” Xiao’s words are cold and stubborn.

“I would disagree considering I’m trying to keep ‘the Adepti’ from killing himself!” The faerie has no filter having awoken from their sleep to the sound of a certain Adeptus limping onto the roof. “I did not work myself dry keeping you alive for you to fall off some roof because you’re too stubborn to lie down!”

“I wouldn't-“

“For archons sake Xiao! You better get back in that room or so help me I will get Rex Lapis himself to make you!” The faerie looks downright terrifying like this, their wings which usually rest in a downward-facing manner are now spread to their full height and Xiao has to strain his neck just to look up at them. The faerie’s natural instincts have taken over to appear more threatening though they are unaware of it, and Xiao is quite frankly too tired and weak to fight with them any longer. Not to mention the fact that the faerie is definitely crazy enough to hunt his master down and threaten him into making Xiao rest.

“Fine.” The Adeptus mumbles and the faerie shouts a cry of joy in response.

The two approach the spare room for the second time that night. Xiao sits on the uncovered bed stiffly and the faerie hums happily as they take a seat on the floor in front of the door.

“W-what are you doing?” The Adeptus can't help but ask.

“Making sure you can't leave.” The faerie replies with a smug smile. Xiao bites his lip as he debates asking the faerie to sit with him on the bed. He blames his temptation on his physical impairments and clears his throat awkwardly.

“It’s, uhm, less painful when you are close.” He mumbles and the faerie's eyes widen at the statement.

“Oh.” They shake their head as if to rid themself of embarrassment. “Right, I’ll sit on the bed with you then.”

The faerie remembers only awkward glances and movements after that. They realize they must have fallen asleep while sitting on the bed with Xiao and try to hide the groan they let out in embarrassment.

After the faerie is through having a mini breakdown over the fact that they are in a bed and touching Xiao, they slowly peak over to the side where he lays.

His eyes are open. Shit.

"Good morning, Xiao." The faerie says and their voice barely even shakes.

"Good morning." He responds, blank and unaffected.

"Did you sleep well?"

"Adepti have no need for sleep."

"Xiao." The faerie sighs, "Your whole Adepti speech is really getting old."

Xiao only frowns in response to that. The faerie and Adeptus share a moment of silence before Xiao suddenly clears his throat.

"How did you sleep?" He asks slowly as if he had never inquired about another person before.

"I slept well, thank you for asking." The faerie answers.

There is another awkward silence.

"I must be going now." Xiao stands abruptly and in an instant, he's vanished into a flurry of anemo particles.

The faerie just sighs again.

"Suppose I should've expected that." They say to themself.

On the roof of Wangshu Inn Xiao stood with his head in his hands. He had never felt so... good. Though it sounded odd to say, it was true. He was finally leaving behind centuries of pain and suffering. For the first time in so long, he finally felt something other than pain. That horrible feeling nested into his stomach was starting to lift. Instead of misery, instead of the heavy burden he was carrying, he felt something new. Something he couldn't quite name.

Something... good.

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siriuslytproblem28 · 2 months

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upon finishing past lives

okay, so, as the final credits of past lives showed upon my laptop at around 4AM last night, i felt a giant urge to simply sit and write. i didn't do it right then, deciding to let the feelings and thoughts simmer for a while longer. then, i decided to read the reviews on letterboxd and came across a beautiful story. i went to bed promising myself to go back to what i wanted to write, so as not to lose momentum which is a very big motivator for me. otherwise, i'd simply let the moment slip and this is most definetely not something i wanted to happen with this beautiful piece of media.

i was opening my notes app rn and then decided to write here, for some reason. i've often been feeling the need to share some of my experiences with narrative fiction here, since i started with posting only about jegulus fics, but ended up talking about a movie or whatever. since no one reads here, it's basically my journal and my archive. i have terrible memory so i love to have all kinds of records and archives for things that moved me.

after this enormous introduction, let's talk about past lives.

i had such huge expectations after seeing one of the people in whose opinion i trust the most having loved it, and the general vibe i felt seeing the promo pics and the poster (i just don't like watching trailers for movies), that as i pressed play i was afraid it might turn to disappointment. what i wasn't expecting was the extent it actually surppassed the meeting of them, becoming most definetely my favorite movie i watched for the award season (very late in the game, i know).

something about it felt so familiar and yet so intriguing, i loved the pacing and the dialog. but especially the subtext. i've seen some reviews talking about how much they felt a lack of connection on a deeper, personal level, and my experience watching it could not have been more different.

not all parts of it clicked immediatey with me, i've later read reviews from people who immigrated to the US and realized i totally missed some details about this particular aspect, being a brazillian who never left Brazil. Though i think that, as a latina, there are some cultural aspects that i could absolutely relate to, probabbly from the perspective of a non north american and that was really interesting.

i don't wanna dwell much on the technicalities of the movie, though i believe it so beautifully shot and placed, i loved how much the scenarios add to every frame that appears on screen, the meaningfullness of the backgrounds that add to the subtext. Which is exactly the point i want to dwell on: the subtext. For me, it's one of the strongest aspects of the movie. Unfortunately, i haven't had the best experience on watching to analyze the writing properly, since i watched it via the jack sparrow way (it's not available in brazil ok) and the portuguese subs were kind of botched. Still, the content of every single conversation and it's weight was not lost on me. Though sometimes simple, it was always majestically written (and obviously i can detail better my opinions the english parts, the language i do, in fact understand without needing translation) and powerful.

i've had multiple experiences in my life with people that seem to come and go, but when i take a closer look i come to realize they have never really left. so i connected to the story sooo much, i even dreamt about of of my biggest crushes in middle school, and my first love, who i spent my whole adolescence loving and still is one of my best friends.

timing and the passing thereof, has always been a complicated thing for me to deal with. i remember writing about changes and my loathing of them from a very young age. now, in my early adult life, i find myself seeking those narratives more than i did as a kid. still kinda fearing the absence they'll leave inside me, but also yearning for the reflections they might bring.

i was around 12 years old when i watched boyhood. it was probabbly one of the first movies to ever cause me a hint of an existencial crisis. not in a way you'd expect, though. not in a "omg i need to get a career and wtf am i doing", but in a sense of how it portrayed relationships, the passing of time, etc etc.

as i grew older, focusing on the past 3 years, then came normal people and just this last january, before sunrise.

I re-read np in late 2023 as i felt the need to, when i realized i was falling really in love for the first time ever since my first love, which had a hold on me for almost 7 years (and i'm 20, that's a lot haha). i found that, somehow, it had meant even more to me the second time around.

january, this year, i caved in and watched before sunrise. i also had super high expectations but nothing could ever prepare me for what i received. it became one of my favourite movies ever, and it spoke to parts of me that i had either left uncared for.

to me, past lives came and fed that specific part. all of these pieces of media i spoke a lot on, they talk to and help me understand a feeling i've had in my heart ever since i can remember.

i always had a fascination with something i've come up with, to explain basically the foundation of everything i love, in art, in myself, in life, "the unsaid".

my definition of it, is that the unsaid lies within the dialog, the text, the spoken word, the writing itself. in media and in life. it's like subtext, but maybe even deeper. it's the look you give to your best friend across the room. it's the goodbye that gets trapped inside your throat the last time you talk to someone. it's the touch that never reaches itself out. it's the i love you you don't dare to let slip. it's the look you give someone when you stopped kissing them to just look at them. it's how your eyes light up whenever you see one of your favorite persons in the world. it's when you stop in your tracks in the middle of a party and gaze at your friends, and realize that life can be, in deed, beautiful, and how lucky you are. it also kinda relates to frances ha definition of what she looks for in a relationship, that really stuck with me.

i live for the unsaid. either be it in the art i consumme, or how i experience it in my life. it's what makes existing worth anything, personally. as past lives dialogs sm with this notion. all the scenes where hae sung and nora don't say a word to each other, their look speak millions. that reminded me of one of my favourite scenes from before sunrise, the famous booth scene. in all of the above, i sat unsable to shake a small laughter, or maybe a sly tear, in response to the volume of what was being communicated there.

i consider myself really lucky with the people i have in my life and this movie spoke to this, too. i have a childhood best friend who remains close to me, a sister, really, for over 10 years. i have another childhood friend, who was my first big crush and baby love i ever had, who i used to think i was gonna marry and have children with, to the extent i have drawings of it, still be my best friend to this day. i have friend since middle school, who i fell deeply in love with at the tender age of 13 and who remained my muse very well util my 19th year of being alive, and she was my first girlfriend, the first girl i kissed, and remains my best friend. i've also been lucky to experience such a short but beautifully loving experience with a close friend i made in college, in the latter part of 2023. i haven't really gotten over him, but it's fine, cause ever since watching before sunrise, i realized i had multiple - and i can't believe i'm refferencing tfios in the year of the lord, 2024 - infinities with. though i had grieved what seems to be the ending of our never named, never labelled, situationship, and i still feel a lot of things for him, i've become gratefull for having experience such interesting and soul touching things with him. for opening myself up for it. for admiting my feelings to him. for the leap of faith i took, even if i ended up stranded or hit by rocks at the bottom of the cliff. i'm grateful it happened, even if i still cry about it and have written many songs for him. no matter how long it'll take me to get "over" him, i'll live. and i'm happy it happened. he's become one of my favorite people in this life and this is something i don't say lightly and don't take for granted.

i think to me, the "meaning of life", is to collect this feelings and experiences that turn you into the person you are at the moment. i have no idea of who i'd be without all my influences. i've written mysel, but i was only able to, with the refferences and quotes of every friend i had, every person i loved, everyone who became my family or stopped being it. maybe it's my cancer moon and venus. but i'm really nothing more than a mosaic, a reflection of every single person present in my life (real or parassocial), a collection of words, spoken or not.

and yeah, i barelly spoke directly on past lives, but it's what i always tend to do anyways. i'm not here to make a detailed runthrough, analysis over the cinematography and the script, i might be an acting major but i lack the knowledge (or maybe just doubt i do). but this is, still, my journal, to track my experiences and thoughts. so that's what i did. and i don't think, at least right now, that this movie can really fit into aything i could try to say.

#past lives #celine song #before sunrise #you dream in a language i can't understand #left unsaid #in-yun #this is not a review

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