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P.O.V (Christian Yu AMBW Smut)

This is for my friend @silhouetted-beauty I hope you enjoy it~ as well as the rest of my lovely followers. 

“C-Christian!” You cried out looking up at the male, tears of pleasure raking down your face as he shined the camera onto you, his length brushing into your abused pussy once again. He groaned watching you pull on the rope that bound your wrist together above your head. Your chocolate body covered with sweat, your hair plastered everywhere and the lust that was full blown in your pupils as you watched him. He pushed until he was fully buried inside of you.

“Come on be a big girl and take all of me. You’ve been doing well so far.” The way he spoke it to you, in that accent of his with a crooked cocky smirk had you ready to cum again. Nodding your head, you licked over your parted lips letting him bend one of your legs bad, the camera slowly tilting down to roam over your body, he wanted to capture every moment with you, watching through the lens as he slipped outside of your pussy, some of his cum escape your insides again as he pushed back inside of you causing you both to groan out in pleasure.

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How it happened was simple, but then again nothing was too complicated when it came to the both of you. Christian came inside of your shared bedroom, plopping down next to you on the sheets he looked over to see you on your tablet swiping through the candy crush game. He waited a bit hoping that you would take notice that he was there, but when you didn’t, he became needy for your attention. He buried his face in the crook of your neck, kissing on the skin there before trailing his lips towards your shoulder causing you to laugh.

“Christian. Don’t you know how hard this level is.” You huffed slightly trying to squirm away from him as your fingers continued to glide across the screen. You had been stuck on this level for weeks now and it seemed you were going to win but he kept fucking with you kissing on the spots he knew would make you wet in a matter of seconds.

“I love that you always play so hard to get, when we both know you’ll be under me begging me not to stop.” He teased kissing down your exposed arm towards your wrist.

“That’s the damn problem!” You insisted maneuvering away from his advance to jump off the bed. Your large shirt coming to rest past your ass, because you were too lazy to put on clothes half the time, at this moment you were shocked that you had on panties because even undergarments were a hassle. Christian chuckled watching you scurry away from him, moving to walk into the front room of the condo with a smile on his lips. He laid back on his bed looking up at the mirror pouting as he looked at his reflection, his wild curls falling everywhere.

“I’m so jealous of you.” He spoke to the mirror. “You get to see her beauty while I’m away and she never fights you off.” He almost whined like a child.

“That’s because the mirror can’t harm me.” You muttered under your breath going to drape your body across the couch. It took you a good twenty minutes before you were jumping up and shouting with joy at the fact that you beat the level. Christian who had been staring out the window drifting off to sleep stood up and treaded towards you, wrapping his arms around your waist after he did a quick check out of your body.

“I’m so proud of my jagi.” He cooed in a deep voice that was becoming raspy due to the mood he was in.

“I’m proud of me too. Hard work pays off.” You stuck out your tongue but gave in this time letting him pull you down onto his lap on the couch. He chuckled softly as he kissed your cheeks.

“Yeah being a game addict sure pays off.” He rolled his eyes tickling your sides.

“Hey! HEY! Would you rather I be addicted to someone else?!” You questioned as you gripped at his hands, he chuckled moving to lay you down onto the couch looking down at you.

“I would rather you were addicted to me.” He frowned leaning down to press soft kisses against your lips, cupping your cheeks gently.

“Mmm, getting addicted to you means that I will never let you go.” You wrinkled your nose slightly and he leaned forward to bite onto your jaw humming.

“Baby, I will take you to work with me no problem but don’t act like that’s a reason. You don’t like how weak I make you.” He gripped your chin, looking up at you with a smile. Your insides churned because he was right, but you didn’t like admitting that he had that much power over you with his cute kissable lips, and defined muscles littered with tattoos. Huffing slightly, you nodded agreeing with him but not saying the words. He only laughed louder, peppering your face with kisses before he pulled back.

“So, I’ve been thinking..” He started and you just stare at him.

“What now oh dear love of mine?” You asked in a teasing tone lifting an eyebrow, he chuckled at your teasing nature, playing in your hair.

“Well, I want to shoot a video.” He said and you didn’t know why but your just let little strings of giggles slip past your lips as you watched him until he went quiet not saying anything.

“Baby, forgive me for laughing but don’t you do that always? You just shoot two videos this week.” You brought your hand up to play in his hair as well.

“That’s not what I mean love. I want to film you.” He stated with a cocky smirk.

“I don’t sing or dance. I pole dance but that’s it.” You shrugged lightly not liking the fact that he was still smirking at you. “What!!” You asked again trying to sit up but he pulled you back down.

“I mean, okay. I want to film you. Film us while we are having sex, I want to capture it all.” He bit on your bottom lip tugging it softly.

“What- oh hell no! What if it gets leaked? What if someone breaks in and steals it and leaks it? What if you play it around your boys and they take pictures!” You were beyond anxious about what he had said to you. And hating the fact that your pussy was slightly becoming dampened from the idea of him filming the both of you.

“Hey, calm down. Baby you know that I wouldn’t leak my work, whatever happens DPR and I both go down. That’s my group too and I can’t risk that. I won’t say that I wouldn’t use a piece like maybe you on my lap but they wouldn’t be able to see your face. And if you didn’t want them to see at all they won’t see. I don’t want them needing an excuse to try and take you from me anyways. Who the hell is going to get passed Lori? She is sweet but she will be aggressive when necessary. Just like her mommy.” He cooed burying his face in your neck with a sigh. “Please baby? Please y/n. I won’t show anyone I promise, I just want to capture shit I don’t get to see when I’m so wrapped up in you. And who knows we may laugh at it. Don’t you want to see the faces we make? If the sex is as good as we think it is? You could even show me what I need to improve on.” He urged slightly pressing more kisses on your neck. You thought about it, sighing as you looked up to the ceiling. It wouldn’t hurt to try it, Christian had sometimes pissed you off but he never did anything to make you mad. You chewed on your bottom lip, looking back at him you thought for a few long minutes while he kissed on your skin. He did have a lot of shit at stake, maybe even more than you since he was the one in the limelight.

“I will seriously consider breaking up with you if you let this get out.” You promised silently grabbing his chin making him look you in the eyes to know you were telling the truth. He nodded looking at you in your eyes.

“I won’t ever hurt you baby. I promise.” You nodded your head leaning close to press your lips against his softly causing him to release a groan as he kissed you back, he moved to pull back from you and lift you up in his arms carrying your body bridal style into the room. He dropped you down onto the bed moving to grab at his video camera, turning it on letting it slowly load.

Once he had it ready he hit record placing the camera on the bed facing you. Christian watched you as he went to his computer hitting play on the ‘Movie Shoot’ song he directed with Loco and DPR Live. You laughed softly feeling your cheeks heat up as well as a rise in your heart rate. You were so nervous and he wasn’t making it any better. He walked to the edge of the bed, unbuttoning his dark blue shirt slowly letting it slide off his body. Your eyes were greedy taking in the sight before him, how he was toned and defined. Your eyes changed quickly, your teeth tucking your bottom lip between them as you watched him. He chuckled as his hands moved down to grip at his pants undoing them and pushing them down he stepped out leaving his boxers on. He reached under the bed to grab at the red bondage rope that you liked to play with sometimes. He crawled on the bed, kissing up your legs slowly switching sides as his warm large hands came to part your smooth thighs. He flicked his tongue against your panties smirking at how your hips twitched lightly. He bit onto the fabric causing you to release a shaky moan, your hands moving to comb through his hair. You watched him grip at your shirt and push it up your body until you were helping him pull it off, and throw it across the room. Your bare chest on display for him, one of your pierced nipples already puckered and past hard. He leaned down to kiss at it, your head tilting slightly because you loved feeling his lips on your skin.

He moved to let you straddle him, kissing you deeply, as your hands trailed up and down his built body over the taught muscles and ink under your fingertips. You broke the kiss to run you tongue across his neck and his adams apple going to his chest to lick across the ink. He groaned slightly as your lips continued to kiss and guide your tongue against every ounce of his tattoos that you could find. Your hips were pushing down against his, a slow grinding session between the two of you. He gripped at your hair yanking your head back so that he could suck on your skin, his hand gripping at your hips to push you down. Once he felt he was becoming too needy he flipped you over staring down at you.

“Hands up baby.” He instructed and you nodded your head, placing your hands up above your head against the headboard. He used the red rope to bind your wrist and lope around to tie it sturdily against the headboard, you looked up at the bow he knitted, seeing that you were stuck in place you made up your mind to just enjoy it. Christian leaned close kissing your lips gently, he nibbled on your bottom lip as the two of you made out, taking the kiss slow at first and let it build up to become more heated and needy. He slipped his tongue into your mouth, one of his hands moved to grope at your breast, flicking his fingers against your nipples, your back arched as you moaned out, opening your mouth you let him dominate the kiss. Swirling his tongue around yours, pulling it into his mouth he nibbled on it gently pulling back with a wet pop. He kissed down your body burying his face into your neck to suck hickeys onto your skin, letting his mouth roam over all of your spot, trying to earn those sweet needy moans from your lips. Soon he was cupping your breast together letting his tongue press against the hardened buds wrapping his lips around them to give harsh sucks, he bit down lightly onto your skin, watching as your body arched and you couldn’t contain the little whimpers that left your lips as he pleased you. He let his lips trail down your body, licking and nipping around your belly button. He watched you through his wild hair that fell into his eyes, he gripped at your panties pulling them down your thighs, he let them fly across his room to join your shirt. He moved to grab at your favorite vibrator using his arms to press your legs down against the bed, he puckered his lips to blow air onto your pussy causing you to inhale sharply fisting your hands. You nodded your head telling him to continue, he gripped at the camera pulling it close to the both of you, he leaned his head down dipping his tongue inside of you slowly, he pushed it deep until he couldn’t push anymore flicking it inside of you. He moaned against your heat, thrusting his tongue in and out, curving it he searched for your spot swirling his tongue around your dripping pussy. He let his lips wrap around your pussy sucking on it, pulling his tongue from your entrance and he flicked it up and down your slit before he wrapped it around your clit, sucking harshly at it, he gripped at the camera moving it to stare at your face instead of him, he smirked happy to capture your reactions. Your hands twisting in the rope and your back arching as you looked down at him. Your thighs tried to shut, but he wasn’t having it, he nipped on your pussy lips, pulling them with his teeth. He pulled back to turn on your vibrator pressing the head against your clit, he watched as you let out a cry of pleasure, your bottom lip quivering. He moved it up and down slowly, leaning down to flick his tongue against your entrance groaning as he kissed on your pussy trying to pleasure you. He grabbed the camera placing it on his chest to film you, biting on his bottom lip he watched you as he switched the knob to medium speeding up his arm motions to make the vibrator press harder against your clit. He only kept the camera up for a bit before he was placing it back down on the bed, he moved it back to focus on both of you, slipping two fingers inside of you, he plunged them in and out of your hole, twisting them slightly he groaned watching you buck your hips up. Your pussy squeezed around his fingers, you could feel all the wetness slide out of you and onto the mattress and his fingers. Your mouth dropped open as you lay there against the headboard tugging harder on the rope throwing your head back. He made you feel so good, his fingers were thick and they stretched you out in the most delicious ways.

He made sure to always bury himself knuckles deep, making sure he was stretching you out. He let his finger slip inside of your ass giving you a shocker, feeling both of your holes up as his hand started to move faster inside of you.

“Christian please!” You shouted out, already feeling needy and ready for the foreplay to end.

“Be good.” He stated licking over his bottom lip, it was killing him too, you could see the tint in his pants but he was always focused on taking care of you. Thrusting his hand at a particular angle he hit your spot causing you to cry out.

“Like that?” He asked and you nodded your head. “Do you like that baby doll? Do you like how daddy feels both of your holes?” He questioned earning slight whimpers of yeah from your lips.

“This fucking pretty pussy takes it so well. I love your pussy so much baby.” He groaned leaning turning the vibrations on high, your hips sputtered and you felt your body react. Tightening up you released a cry of pleasure, as your orgasm swept through your body. He didn’t stop, releasing a slight growl he continued to thrust his fingers in and out of your rapidly, he watched as your body writhed under him, legs thrashing as you tried to get a reprieve. Your stomach tightened up again, your walls were clamping down on his fingers, he smirked letting his arms surge forward, his biceps were coming on display the veins in his muscles became on display. Your head rolled to the side, crying out his name as your orgasm rippled through you again, not only cumming but you were squirting as well getting his forearm wet as well as the sheets under you. Only then did he remove his fingers away from your pussy to suck on them as well as the one inside of your ass. He smirked down at you as he cleaned up his limbs flicking his tongue across your body lip. He moved off the bed, pushing his boxers down until they were at his ankles he stepped out of them, crawling back on the bed, he knocked your legs wide with his own, he gripped at his camera moving to press his cock against your entrance. He smirked as he looked down at you. “Come on, fuck yourself on me, you can push down on it.” He was stern and playful at the same time.

You pushed down on him, groaning as he entered inside of you. You pushed your hips down until you were burying him inside of you, with his help of course. Once he was inside of you, you pulled your hips back as much as you could before pushing your hips down, whining in frustration because he was living in this moment, letting the camera looking at your body bouncing on his member as he groaned, his eyes going up to your breast watching them bounce as well. He groaned shutting his eyes trying to let you do all the work but he just couldn’t leave you alone he had to have more of you. Christian gripped your hip with one hand, he started to slam inside of you causing you to scream out, your wrists were becoming raw from how you tried to move, but you loved the bite you just knew he would yell at you for harming yourself. Christian leaned down to press his forehead against yours, pressing the video camera down on the bed he used both of his hands to grip at your hips as he pulled you down onto him. You were in complete bliss, your stomach tightened harshly as you felt your orgasm approach again. You were sensitive and you felt like the sensitivity was going to make you cry.

“Christian- I’m close I can’t cum anymore.” You whimpered out screwing your eyes shut. He moved his arm to press his fingers against your clit rubbing it harshly. He was winding his hips against yours. You slowly opened your eyes to look up at him puckering your lips for a kiss, he leaned down to give it to you as your orgasm swept through your body once again, this time Christian came with you filling you to the brim as he let it held you close to his body. He groaned feeling your essence on his cock, pulling back slowly from you he watched as you shuddered and tried to calm down. He let you breathe for a few seconds, sweat sticking to his forehead, he moved to bend down pressing kisses along the curve of your hips biting into your ass cheek. Grabbing the camera, he tilted it up to the mirror, holding it there he pushed inside of you again slowly.

“C-Christian!” You cried out looking up at the male, tears of pleasure raking down your face as he shined the camera onto you, his length brushing into your abused pussy once again. He groaned watching you pull on the rope that bound your wrist together above your head. Your chocolate body covered with sweat, your hair plastered everywhere and the lust that was full blown in your pupils as you watched him. He pushed until he was fully buried inside of you.

“Come on be a big girl and take all of me. You’ve been doing well so far.” The way he spoke it to you, in that accent of his with a crooked cocky smirk had you ready to cum again. Nodding your head, you licked over your parted lips letting him bend one of your legs bad, the camera slowly tilting down to roam over your body, he wanted to capture every moment with you, watching through the lens as he slipped outside of your pussy, some of his cum escape your insides again as he pushed back inside of you causing you both to groan out in pleasure.

Christian moved slowly, in and out of you husky groans slipping past his lips as he watched himself continuing to slide inside of you. He put the camera down for the last time, he kissed up your body until his arms were wrapping around your waist and he was grinding deep inside of you. He kept it slow, letting your hips brush against each other as he buried himself with each stroke. He groaned against your warm skin, feeling his cock pulse with release but he was intent on getting you off first. His hands gripped at your ass cheeks, one finger pressing against the puckered entrance while your lips met once again. He was riding you, his hips brushing against your sensitive clit, your hands balled into fists as your pussy wrapped around cock. This round was the longest but cumming so many times back to back wasn’t easy on your body since you didn’t always go this many rounds.

You moaned for him, wrapping your legs tightly around his waist letting the heels of your foot press against his lower back. He kept thrusting, erratically and picking up the speed as he became needier. With three more strokes, he had you full out sobbing as you released for him, your hips pushing back but his hands pulled you back forward, his cock pushing so dep it hit your cervix. He spilled his cum inside of you one last time, pausing his hips as he broke the kiss to get a breath of air. Your eyes searched each other and he gave you a lazy smile pressing kisses all over your face.

“Thank you, baby.” He said sincerely nuzzling your noses together, pulling out of you he reached up to undo your wrists, turning off his camera he moved it back to his dresser, he moved to lay back beside you pulling your drained body against his playing in your hair.

“We are watching it later.” You huffed and he nodded kissing your forehead.

“Anything to keep you off candy crush.” He teased with a bright smile.

anonymous asked:

Hello, I'm the anon who's freaking out about being thrown into adulthood, and thank you for your previous help. 1.) How do I mamage/budget a minimum wage salary? 2.) I've never been great with any sort of organization, but would you mind teaching me about home organization and important paper organization?

Okay, so this post will be about budgeting on minimum wage, and later in the day I will also post about paper organization. Enjoy!

Budgeting on Minimum Wage

Overview

The average minimum wage in the US is $7.25/hr. Even working full time at 40 hours a week, that’s only a profit of $290 before taxes. This is not a fair living wage! You are worth way more than this amount! I strongly encourage you to start looking for another job that pays better, look for something around the $10-$15 range. 

While $7.25 is atrocious, thousands of people around the world support families on much less. If they can do it while supporting children, so can you! To live off a minimum wage budget you need to declare yourself independent. If your parents are still claiming you as a dependent YOU WILL NOT BE ABLE TO DO THIS. I also recommend that you have the highest amount possible taken out of your taxes so that you get money back from your state at the end of the year, instead of being in debt to them.

What I’ve done is come up with a budgeting plan based off some made up factors and my own personal experience.

Housing

1. City life. Forget about the city! Apartments located in cities can be three times as expensive as apartments in small towns or villages. On top of the extra expense, they’re much smaller and have less amenities included. I’d much rather live in a one bedroom apartment with a dishwasher and a conveniently located Laundromat, than a literal closet with no windows on a fifth floor walkup. Look for apartments twenty minutes to a half hour outside of your closest city. Now you have the close conveniences of a city, with none of those pesky city prices that your budget can’t handle.

2. College towns. Shop around and look at apartments by local colleges. Large colleges with have apartment complexes within walking distance of the school grounds. Landlords know that college students have less money (you might even be a college student yourself) and adjust their prices accordingly. Even apartments next to ivy league schools are priced this way, so don’t be discouraged by the institution’s “prestige”.

3. Locale. Your safety is more important than your bank account. It doesn’t matter if you live in Section 8 housing or in an affluent suburb. Some apartment complexes and neighborhoods are just safer than others. I live in a heavily populated and upper middle class suburb, and the first year I moved in, a drunk woman tried to throw a beer bottle at my car. Thankfully this is the only time this happened to me, but it made me feel unsafe in my environment. Before signing a lease, walk or drive around your prospective home’s neighborhood at night. Take in the atmosphere, and make sure it’s one where you could comfortably run to the local supermarket at 10:30pm and pick up toilet paper.

4. Roommates. Living on minimum wage requires that you find one or two roommates to help split the rent. The more the better! Get together with your more responsible friends, so at least you’re living with people whose company you enjoy. There are lots of “roommate wanted” forums and message boards for you to browse on the internet, but always bring a responsible adult with you before meeting a stranger. Please. Bring your mom if you have too.

Food

1. Low-spoon food. I created this post a few months ago which offers lots of suggestions about cooking and shopping on a budget.

2. Online recipes. Here are some of my favorite online Tumblr cookbook resources. 

3. I also regularly update my cooking on a budget tag. 

Misc Expenses

1. Gas. Shop around and find the cheapest gas in your area. Avoid gas stations next to colleges, highways, and in touristy areas. Look into getting as gas rewards card from your favorite supermarket. I get 10 cents off a gallon with Stop & Shop every time I do a big shop. 

2. Dollar store. Get to know your local dollar and bargain stores. You can buy everything from pots and pans to bed sheets there. These stores often sell bulk ramen for $1 and large cans of crushed tomatoes for 75 cents. That’s enough food for you to live off of for several days. When shopping, I make three grocery store stops to ensure that I spend the least amount possible on my pantry needs. I go Dollar Store, Stop and Shop, and then to my local organic grocery store. I’m going to make a list of things that I buy at Dollar Stores and things that I don’t buy at Dollar Stores soon!

3. Cable. We are living in the digital age- you don’t need cable television. Use Netflix or Hulu or whatever. It will save you tons of $$. 

4. Internet. As far as internet speed goes, if you’re living with roommates you will probably need a higher speed. Living by yourself, choose a lower one. Most internet companies offer large discounts to new subscribers. These typically only last a year, but will save you serious money. Make sure to take note of when this discount expires, and contact the company before it does. If you don’t, they’ll begin charging you the full amount without notice.

5. Verizon. I just want to take a moment to talk about how much I love Verizon because they have literally saved me so much money in the three years I’ve been with them. After you sign a contract with a new internet company, they charge you a bunch of ridiculous fees like “activation fees” and “installation fees”. I called Verizon and was like “I’m a poor college student, I can’t afford this” and they were like “don’t worry, we’ll waive the fee”. I signed a two year contract with them that saved me $80 on a high-speed internet bill per month (my price being only 50.99 a month). After the contract expired I call them and they put me on a month to month, keeping the price absolutely the same. TLDR- get Verizon if you can.

6. Utility. Get on a monthly budget with whatever utility company services your new apartment. Although it may seem like the cheaper option, paying the actual amount of electricity you spend per month is the more expensive. It’s also unpredictable, and a minimum wage budget won’t allow for it. See this for more info.

7. Amazon. I buy a lot of my beauty, cleaning, and cat products online. Amazon offers Prime shipping free for a year with a student email address, and then offers it at a greatly reduced price after the year. If you are a student, snap up that free deal ASAP. If it’s in your budget, I’d greatly recommend investing in Amazon Prime.

8. Saving money. It’s so important to attempt to break way from the “paycheck to paycheck” vicious cycle. Living this way does not allow for emergency expense money, and trust me, sometime soon you will need emergency expense money. Your cat might get sick or your car may die, whatever it is, it’s always smart to have at least $500 squirreled away. I’m gonna level with you, things have been tight for my budget and I haven’t been able to save anything for the past three months. But this month I will!

Example Budgets

Full Time

Working with the $7.25/hr and 40hr/week model, here’s an example budget for living on minimum wage. That’s $1,160 a month without taxes.

Housing: Let’s say you’re sharing an apartment with two close friends, the rent being $1,500 without any amenities. That rent split three ways is $500 each.

Gas I commute twenty minutes every day, and I drop about $20-$25 a week on gas. That’s $100 on gas a month.

Food: I do one big shopping a month with my boyfriend. We drop around $180 and that’s including toiletries and soap and stuff. So maybe you’ll spend about $100 a month on all your shopping needs.

Cable/internet:  Hopefully you took my advice and skipped cable. Let’s say you’re paying around $50 per month for internet. Split three ways that’s $17 each.

Laundry: Hopefully you’re not like me and are only spending around $20 on laundry per month.

Random expenses: Because there always are some. Let’s just tack on another $100.

With everything added up, you still have around $290 left before taxes! That money can go into a savings account, and after several months, you’ll have that $500 worth of emergency money saved.

Part Time

Working with the $7.25/hr and 25hr/week model, here’s an example budget for living on minimum wage. That’s $725 without taxes.

Housing: In this case, you need to look for apartments in the $800-900 range. In my area, one bedroom apartments go for around $1000, so you may need to get creative with your roommate (I don’t think you could have more than one roommate in this situation). Buy dividers to split the bedroom or studio in half! Let’s say your rent is $850 with nothing included, that’s $425 each.

Gas You’re still looking at a large gas bill per month, so it may be more inexpensive to ride a bike or use public transportation. Let’s say you use public transportation, and spend around $50 a month on that. Or maybe you and your roommate can split gas expenses and share a car?

Food: Pinch those pennies! Use some of those budget cookbooks I linked above to help you cook healthy and delicious meals for under $4 each. See if you can only spend $80 a month on groceries.

Cable/internet:  Hopefully you took my advice and skipped cable. Let’s say you’re paying around $50 per month for internet. Split two ways is $25 each.

Laundry: Hopefully you’re not like me and are only spending around $20 on laundry per month.

Random expenses: Because there always are some. Let’s just tack on another $100.

That leaves you $25 to put in your bank account, if that. This is a paycheck to paycheck situation, and you will probably need to get another source of income to feel secure. But you can still do it!

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This design here is what made me decide to start releasing these as wallpapers, because a poster of the whole cast wasn’t doing her justice. She took a full two and a half weeks all on her own, compared to someone like Luigi who takes twenty minutes. I faithfully remade all of her six different bangle designs, and it took forever just to do a portion of the fanciness on her shoe or thigh. I learned a lot about shape control working on those designs, so I’m glad I took up her challenge.

this is going to be a sad poem. i know this as i write it, as the sadness seeps through my skin and onto the page until it is soaked. it is heavy with the sorrow of a million strangers. another sad poem.
poets know a thing or two about sadness. in seventh grade english class, my teacher gave us our poetry lesson on valentine’s day, said it wasn’t on purpose but that’s just how the lesson plans worked out. he told us that all the best poets were depressed and that most of them did not even want to be writers but just wanted to be free. he said, there’s nothing to write about if you’re happy. he said, but i’m not a poet.
everyone told me that poetry was another word for depression, that writing in my journal was crying in school bathrooms. poetry is for sad people because sadness seems to be the heaviest emotion, which is why it slumps your shoulders down and makes you sleep too much. you can feel the heavy when you hold any book filled with poems. feel the sadness between the pages.
words don’t always make me sad, though, not the sadness that all the writers write about. anger isn’t heavy enough. happiness isn’t heavy enough. maybe i’m just not heavy enough.
maybe i’m just a bad poet. maybe i’m not a sad enough poet. maybe i’ve been writing the wrong way for all these years and a teacher will come and fix me the way you correct a child that’s holding a pencil incorrectly. maybe.
i think this was a sad poem. maybe i’m on to something.
—  another sad poem
That’s What Friends Are For

Originally posted by alltimewolf


Pairing: Jeff Atkins x fem!reader

Request: 46 😊

46 - “Can I kiss you right now?”

Warnings: none

Word count: 785

Sorry it’s short.

Everybody, before you read this, go follow @escapeintape because she’s cool as hell and an amazing writer. She also requested this.

Also, feel free to criticize me.

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Dad had always taken pride of being in an excellent shape for his age. “How many fifty year olds have a six pack like this?” He would often brag, lifting his fitted tanktops and showing off his flat, chiseled stomach.

As expected, such a good looking man like him never had a hard time finding a partner for a hot, sexy time. I guess that at his age he had convinced himself that he was safe from the most natural consequence of sex: pregnancy.

He angrily admitted it to me one day. Summer was around the corner and he was looking unusually bloated. “Having trouble cutting after your winter bulk?” I teased, poking a finger into his not-so-flat-anymore middle. 

“I fucking wish!” He complained. “Guess there is no point in hiding it. I got fucked knocked up!”

“You what?” I asked, shocked. “How? When? And who…?”

“How do you think it happened, dumbass?” He almost yelled, slapping my hand away of his gut and tugging his t-shirt. “Three months ago. Some dude from Growlr did it. And the motherfucked blocked me afterwards.”

“Holy shit.” I said, having trouble believing it.

“It’s the worst thing ever.” He continued. “I’m tired AND hungry all the time. I’ve put on twelve pounds already, and that’s on top of my bulk. I’m going to end up fat as a fucking cow.”

July came around and dad kept growing every week. One morning, I dashed into his room after hearing an unusal amount of loud swearing coming out of it. “Is everything ok?”

Dad’s eyes shot daggers at me from across the room.”Nothing is fucking ok!” he yelled furiously. “It just took me ten fucking minutes to button this jeans. I have already pissed like four times since I got up two hours ago. And I had breakfast like twenty minutes ago and I’m already starving again. And I’m only six months along” He sighed, defeated. “I’m turning into a fat, useless, pregnant pig.”

King’s Crown Bar

Smutty smut smut about older Bughead living in New York. AU. Possible multi-part. Smut. SMUT. You’ve been warned.



Betty Cooper smoothed her skirt over her thighs as she opened the heavy door to the dark bar.

It was her second week in New York City -  she had spent every waking moment in her office. She wanted to come straight to New York after she graduated high school, but her mother insisted she went to North Western, as they had one of the best Journalism programs in the country. She spent all her time studying and missed out on building relationships with people.

It was her first night of freedom, and there was only one thing on her mind.

It was cool outside, so Betty had thrown her worn leather jacket over her outfit. Once she was inside, a wave of humidity overwhelmed her. She shrugged her jacket off, revealing a deep v-neck top, red as blood, as she strode to the stools lining the bar.

She chose one, second from the end, and eyed the man behind the counter. He had black jeans on and a t-shirt sporting the name of a band she’d never heard of. He put a well worn book down behind him as he strode over to her.

“What can I get you?” He asked her, brushing his hair back from his face.

“A cosmopolitan, please.” Betty answered, hooking her jacket over the back of the stool. She crossed her long legs as the bartender chuckled to himself.

She raised an eyebrow.

He shook his head as he poured her drink and set it before her in a whisky glass. “The dish washer quit yesterday. No clean martini glasses.” He quipped as he wandered away.

“This is fine.“ Betty said, pulling the coaster closer to her. She took a sip of her drink and eyed the bartender again. He was at the opposite end of the bar, pouring a tequila shot for an older woman in a jean jacket.

Betty unlocked the screen on her cellphone when it buzzed against her thigh. After a moment, an audible sigh escaped her mouth as she put her phone face-down against the counter. She downed half her drink as the bar tender came back to her side of the bar.

“Get stood up?” He asked gruffly.

“Sort of. Not that it’s any of your business, but my roommate was supposed to meet me, She’s decided to stay in with her girlfriend.”

“You want another drink?”

Betty bit the inside of her cheek. Really, she should just go home. But fuck it. She was here now. “Sure.”

“You new in town?” He asked as he made her concoction.

“Yeah,” Betty answered as he set the drink down in front of her. “I went to school in Illinois, continued living there for a few years after school ended. I wanted to come to New York for college, but - well, not important. I’m here now. Out of Riverdale. That’s all that matters.”

Jughead stared at her for a moment before opening his mouth. “Riverdale, New York?”

Betty nodded. “I’m surprised you’ve heard of it.”

“Heard of it? I lived there until I was seven. Then I moved to Toldeo.”

“Small world.” Betty took the cherry out of her drink and popped it into her mouth, her plump lips parting around the stem. She looked Jughead in the eye.

He held her gaze, a smirk forming on his lips until a large man a few stools down cleared his throat. “Yo, Jug, another beer.”

Jughead wandered toward the  man, pulling a beer from the fridge under the bar.

Betty took a sip of her cosmopolitan as a balding man with a tattoo on his head sat down beside her.

“Evenin’“ He commented, looking her up and down. “How much?”

Betty turned her head slowly. “Excuse me?”

“How much? Just for like, twenty minutes.”

Betty closed her eyes for a moment, trying to compose herself. Calmly, she got off the stool and grabbed her jacket. She picked up her half-full glass and splashed it in the strangers face.

She started to walk to the other end of the bar when she felt a heavy hand on her shoulder. “You fuckin’ bitch, what the fuck do you think you’re doing?”

Betty spun around, shoving the balding man’s chest. “Get the fuck off me,” She spat.

“Hey, hey, what’s going on?” Jughead yelled from behind the bar.

Betty held her jacket in her hands tightly. “Nothing.” She stated.

“This whore just threw her drink in my face!” He grabbed Betty by the shoulder again.

“I said get off me,” Betty muttered. There was venom in her voice.

“Larry, get the fuck out of here!” Jughead said, hopping over the bar. The balding man muttered something and headed out the door.

“Alright, we’re closing early, everyone get out.” Jughead said loudly.

Betty shrugged her leather jacket over her shoulders.

“Not you,” Jughead murmured as people cleared out of the bar.

“Won’t the owner be mad at you for closing early?” Betty asked.

“I am the owner.” Jughead answered as he followed the last person to the door and flipped the lock. He shut off all the lights but the one over the bar.

Betty took a seat at the bar and sighed.

“You want another drink?” He walked behind the bar.

“Oh, no, thanks. I’ll just pay and go.”

“No, you need to calm your nerves before you go anywhere.”

Betty didn’t argue. Jughead sat a glass of water down in front of her.

“You know, I only came out tonight because my roommate convinced me bars are a great place to meet guys. And the only one I met thought I was a prostitute.”

Jughead chuckled. “Bars are only a great place to meet guys if you’re looking for a one night stand.”

Betty grabbed a cherry from behind the bar. She popped it into her mouth. “Who says I’m not?”

Jughead cocked his eyebrow.

Betty took the cherry’s stem and put it in her mouth, needing only a moment before she placed the knotted stem back on the bar. She hopped off the stool and wandered behind the bar.

She was close enough to feel his body heat. She shrugged off her jacket once more and let it drop to her feet.

“I’m not looking for anything other than tonight,” Betty murmured.

Jughead didn’t respond with words - he cupped her cheek and roughly pulled her against him. His mouth covered hers, his hands wandered down to her hips, gripping. She parted her lips, allowing his tongue inside.

She leaned back, pulling her shirt over her head. He trailed kisses down her neck, sucking and nipping at her collarbone. He reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It fell between them as he ducked down, pulling her peaked nipple into his mouth.

She reached under her skirt and pulled her panties off, kicking them away from her feet.

Jughead let a throaty growl escape his lips as he picked Betty up and placed her on top of the bar. “Fuck,” He murmured.

He kissed her roughly, pulling her bottom lip between his teeth. His hands wandered beneath her skirt, finding her entrance.

“You’re so wet,” He murmured quietly as he placed a finger inside her.

Betty looked at him through hooded eyes. She bit her lip as he placed another finger inside her.

“Jughead,” She murmured.

He rubbed her swollen clit as she reached for his jeans. “Take those off.” She ordered.

He did, kicking them off behind him. He placed two fingers against Betty’s lips. She opened her mouth, sucking his fingers, twirling her tongue against them.

He moaned, rubbing his slick fingers against Betty’s entrance. She leaned back against the bar, running a hand down her center.

Jughead looked her up and down, his eyes landing on a tattoo partially covered by her skirt.

“Is that cake?” Jughead asked, still eyeing her tattoo.

“Ch-chocolate cake slice.” Her breath caught in her throat. “But you can use it for target practice when we’re done.”

Jughead licked from her tattoo to her nipple, sucking and biting before moving to her neck.

“Fuck me,” She murmured, leaning forward to wrap her arms around Jughead’s neck. She reached inside his boxers, pumping.

Jughead spread Betty’s legs, taking himself out of his boxers. He held his erection, brushing it against Betty’s slick folds. He pushed himself inside her slowly as she wrapped her legs around him, allowing him deeper still.

“Fuck,” They murmured in unison.

He thrust against her, using his fingers to rub at her clit.

“Harder,” She moaned.

He fucked her roughly, biting at her neck.

She moaned, throwing her head back, tightening the lock on her legs.

He moved his hand to her neck, his fingers gripping, his thumb between her lips.

Betty licked and bit at his thumb until he moved it back down between her thighs.

“Fuck me like you hate me.”

Jughead arched an eyebrow at her.

“You heard me,” She murmured.

Jughead pulled her off the bar, bending her over in front of him. He reached his arm around her waist, holding her against him. He pounded into her over and over until she was screaming his name.

He continued to thrust into her, rubbing at her clit, until her knees were weak.

“Jughead,” She murmured as she reached her second high.

He had a fist full of her hair as she came again, her eyes closed. He waited until she opened them again.

“Turn around,” He instructed. He used her tattoo, as she suggested.

He pulled his jeans on as she wiped her tattoo clean. She found the pieces of her clothing, dressing herself quickly.

“Same time next week?” She cocked her eyebrow.

He smirked. “You know where to find me.”

Excerpt from a book I'll never write

He politely pulled my chair back for me. I smiled as I sat down, and he pushed me closer to the dining room table. Everything was perfect. My hours of cooking had paid off; the Alfredo pasta and filet mignon were flawlessly prepared, accompanied by twin glasses of red wine.

My date settled down across from me. “You’ve really outdone yourself. This looks fantastic, better than a restaurant could’ve done.”

I laughed lightly. “And all in the comfort of home. You said you were a wine guy, right?”

“Absolutely. Honestly, you’re embarrassing me now. My past two two dates with you didn’t come close to matching what you’ve done for me. I have to up my game.”

“I suppose so,” I agreed. There wouldn’t be a fourth date.

The jingling bells of my ringtone began to sound, and I quickly took my cell out my pocket. The name that popped up sent a wave of irritation through me. “I’m so sorry, can I take this? My younger sister just got surgery, and my mom’s taking care of her.”

“Absolutely,” he said.

“Feel free to start without me, maybe try the wine. I have a different bottle, and I wasn’t sure if you’d like this one,” I directed as I walked out of the room.

Once I was out of hearing distance, I answered my call. “I’m almost done, and nothing has went wrong. Have some faith. Come in twenty minutes,” I hissed, hanging up before the person on the other line could even speak.

I returned to see him sipping his glass. “She wanted to buy my little sister her favorite candy and couldn’t remember the name. I thought it was an emergency.”

He chuckled. “Moms will be moms. I love the wine by the way. You have good taste.”

“Thank you,” I said as I sat down again. He would start feeling the effects within a couple of minutes.

I took a longer drink from my own glass. Dealing with my annoying boss later was less painful when buzzed. He and I dug into our food, enjoying light chatter. As I was twirling noodles around my fork, I began to feel lightheaded. It was if my thoughts were being bounced around between thick clouds, not able to form completely. My vision blurred, and I dropped the utensil. It clattered against the plate.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah, my head just hurts abit. I have advil in the bathroom; I’ll be right back.” I excused myself, but the act of standing up sent a wave of nausea through my stomach. Forging on, I desperately tried to balance on unsteady legs.

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my shoulder. My date gently spun me around to face him, and he gave me a sweet yet patronizing smile. My feet tingled, growing numb. I couldn’t support my own weight and pitched forward. He caught me, picking me up bridal style. I was too weak to struggle, and I could barely comprehend his next words as he walked through my house towards the back door.

“First rule to poisoning someone, honey: don’t leave your victim alone with what you spiked. Your glasses might just get switched.”

Home (Grayson)

• ALWAYS • A Grayson Dolan one-shot series.

You laid flat on Grayson’s side of the bed burying your face in his pillow. There was something so comforting about the scent of him even when he wasn’t with you. You inhaled deep and tried to calm your shaky breaths. You had been crying on and off all day. You had your fair share of bad days but today had been the worst. Your boss yelled at you for some missing paperwork you had forgotten to fill out last week. It was an honest mistake but she hadn’t given you the time to explain that. Your job was now on the line and there was little to nothing you could do to change it. It was days like these that you just wanted to run back home and re-think everything. That’s when the tears began to fall from your eyes. Home. You missed everything about it. The small-town people, your family, friends, even your old crappy job at the gas station. At least things were familiar there. You were now stuck in L.A. a city based on nothing but superficial beauty and view and like counts. You picked up your phone and swiped over your mom’s name. It rang three times before her voice filled your ears. 


“What happened, baby?”

She knew instantaneously. It was crazy how in tune she was to your thoughts and feelings even when you were miles apart.

“Everything happened, Mom.” Your voice broke. “I can’t handle this anymore. It’s so hard being away from you, the rest of our family, all my old friends, even our dog.”

“Oh honey.” She sighed. “What about Grayson? I mean of course you know you’re welcome home whenever you want but you need to talk to him about this. It’s a decision he should be a part of.”

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anonymous asked:

hello!! I was wondering, what are some good macdennis episodes? I just rewatched man hunters, suburbs, and the break up, and I was looking for some more :0 only if you don't mind, though!!

hello there i once watched every episode of sunny for this express purpose - a lot of these have important macdennis moments but aren’t necessarily MACDEN episodes

season one: gun fever / lots of little moments in all of the episodes but gun fever is the season one macdennis episode 

season two: mac bangs dennis’ mom, hundred dollar baby, charlie goes america over everybody’s ass

season three: the gang gets invincible, the gang gets held hostage (even if only for the i love you line), the gang sells out, the gang dances their asses off  

season four: mac and dennis: manhunters, america’s next top paddy’s billboard contest, mac’s banging the waitress, who pooped the bed, the nightman cometh

season five (the macdennis season to end all seasons): the gang exploits the mortgage crisis, they have a couple of good moments in the gang hits the road, the great recession, the world series defense, paddy’s pub: home of the original kitten mittens, mac and dennis break up, the dennis system

season six: mac fights gay marriage, dennis gets divorced, the gang buys a boat, the gang gets a new member

season seven: frank’s pretty woman, thunder gun express, the high school reunion (both parts) - season seven was pretty sparse with macdennis episodes but they have a lot of small moments      

season eight: the gang recycles their trash, charlie’s mom has cancer, charlie rules the world, the gang dines out, reynolds v reynolds cereal defense (again, small moments but good moments)    

season nine: mac and dennis buy a timeshare, mac day, the gang saves the day (from mac’s perspective anyway), flowers for charlie, the gang makes lethal weapon six

season ten: the gang beats boggs (small moments), charlie work, the gang spies like US, ass kickers united: mac and charlie join a cult

season eleven: mac and dennis move to the suburbs, being frank, the gang goes to hell (both parts) 

season twelve: making dennis reynolds a murderer, hero or hate crime, ptsdee, the gang tends bar, dennis’ double life

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Pairing: Reader x Minghao
Genre: angst, an ounce of fluff
Request: “can you write a minghao angst? um an imagine where he has to practice hard bc a comeback is soon and you both barely talk or hang out. and then you go to the dorm to see what’s up or to check up on him and since he’s stressed, he gets frustrated or something and you both get into an argument. idk, but lots of angst and then fluff at the end?”
Word count: 2,009
A/N: Requested by anon. I hope you like it!

You rarely saw Minghao these days. At best, you’d get a few texts, at worst, several days of nothing. At first, you’d been okay with it; long absences were in his job description. It was just part of being an idol. Every so often, the two of you wouldn’t be able to see each other for a while. Usually it was because of tours. He usually made the effort to text you, sending you photo updates and reminding you that he loved you. He often texted you so much that you would sometimes forget that he was away. You could handle that; they made your reunions all the sweeter. Even when he was practicing for long periods of time, unable to see you for a few days, he’d video call you, and you’d fall asleep talking to him. But that had all been in the beginning. It wasn’t quite the same now.

It had been a month of little contact. You knew that he was busy; Seventeen had a big comeback on the agenda, and there was a lot riding on it. You’d been excited about it at first. You’d hear the boys babble on about all the ideas they had, the ones they wanted to explore, how excited they were to meet Carats. It had been cute. Unfortunately, you’d seen the stress begin to wear on them; some more than others. You knew that being an idol wasn’t easy. And you respected that. But there were boundaries, right? A relationship couldn’t survive on minimal contact. And, even worse, was he overworking himself?

You checked the time on your phone. 10:58 PM. You knew that Minghao had a short break at 11 PM. You’d decided then would be the best time to visit. You lingered on the screen for a little longer. It was a photo of you and Minghao, with a dog between you. You remembered the day it was taken. The two of you were visiting a friend’s house, and much to your delight, there’d been a puppy there. Minghao had fallen in love with it immediately; you had about a hundred photos of just him and the dog in your camera roll. You hadn’t seen him smile like that in a while.

That was the last distinct moment you could remember of the two of you being happy together.

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Loosing your moon can tear you apart Part 2

This took…long, to say the least…Does anyone even remember this? If not here’s

Part 1

Warning:

NSFW (a lot of people wanted me to do tentacle hentai, and how can I say no?)

Nightmare and Dream belong to @jokublog

Cross belongs to @jakei95

Swap versions belon to @blogthegreatrouge

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Xcellence was lying on the couch, trying to get his mind to anything but Halluciv. He figuered a bit sleep would help him getting his mind away from him.

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Halluciv was holding Eraser’s hand, leading him somewhere. Halluciv was in his original form, wearing a short black dress. And with short I mean reeeeaaaally short. It was a off-shoulder dress, so his shoulders were fully exposed, and it had a very deep down cutout. He wasn’t wearing any shoes for some reason. He had a sweet smile on his face, and lust in his eyes.

They were in a fancy hotel, with golden walls and old lamp holders. Finally arriving at a certain door, halluciv pulled out a key, from behind his back. He slowly entered the room backwards, holding Eraser hands with both of his hands.

Halluciv let go of Eraser’s hands, who had closed and locked the door behind them. Halluciv placed one of his hands on his forehead.

“Oh no~” he said smirking “This dress is sooooo tight i can’t breath~Please end my suffering Racy~” Eraser smirked, then walked over to Halluciv. He unzipped his dress while brushing his mouth over one of the exposed shoulders.

“Oh you poor thing~Let me take care of you~” his smirk grew when, the now fully naked, Halluciv let himself fall on the bed. Eraser removed his shorts, then climbed on top of Halluciv. He began kissing Halluciv wildly, who kissed back.

They pulled away with a string of salvia, then Eraser began biting the others neck.

“A-aaahh~ Oh Racy~ p-pleaaase~aahh~” Halluciv moaned. Eraser stopped biting and smirked, playing with the others spine

“Please what~?”

“please fuck me~”

“As you wish~” and with that he started thrusting. Halluciv’s moans were filling the whole room.

“Aahhh~ mmhhnn~ Y-YES TH-THERE~hhaaahh!” Halluciv arched his back. They were like this for quite a time, when Halluciv cummed. A little after that Eraser gave a final thrust and came inside Halluciv. He collabsed next to Halluciv and began cuddling him.

“Have I ever mentioned how amazing it feels inside of you?” Eraser asked.

“And did I ever tell you how amazing you feel inside of me?” Halluciv asked back.

“I love you” Eraser said.

“I love you, too”

“More than Xcellence?”

“Ppfff… as if I could ever like that looser”

“NO!” Xcellence woke up with a scream. It was only just a dream.

He sat up, massaging his eyes.

“Wow, didn’t think you were this weird” Xcellence looked to his left and saw, on the couch sitting next to him…

“Marvul…” Xcellence said annoyed. If he wasn’t there, nothing of this would’ve happened.

“I know my name” Marvul said, putting his left leg on the couch and his arm on his knee, in a relaxed motion.

Xcellence sighed “Why did you come here?” he asked.

“Weeeeell,~” Marvul started “I knew that you had naughty dreams including my brother, but not with my boyfriend” he said. Xcellence looked to the ground.

“You mean Halluciv’s boyfriend” he murmured quietly, but Marvul still managed to understand him. He looked at him confused.

“What do you mean by that?” Marvul asked. Xcellence was still looking at the ground.

“They slept together….”

“WHAT?!” Marvul jumped up, the sudden loud tone in his voice made Xcellence jump, too. Marvul couldn’t believe it. At first Eraser cheated on him with Reboot, and now with his own brother.

“H-HOW DARES HE- yeeaaaaahh, can’t really blame him. Not like I never did the same to him” Marvul said shrugging.

“How do you even know?” Marvul asked.

“It happened when….”

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Meanwhile

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“Go away guilt,  go away, JUST GO AWAY!” Halluciv shouted to himself.

“I have to tell him the truth” he still didn’t want to, but he had made his choice.

He went out of the room and walked down a bit of the stairs, but stopped when he saw Marvul and Xcellence sitting on the couch.

“Wow, that sounds painful” Marvul said.

“You think?” Xcellence asked.

“But the good thing about it is-” he pins Xcellence down “We don’t have these blockers anymore” Marvul said, before gently biting into the other’s neck. But Xcellence pushed him away.

“Marvul stop!” Xcellence said. Marvul looked a little hurt by that, but they had other problems.

“My heart belongs to Halluciv, and I won’t cheat on him again!” Halluciv felt his soul warm up, wich was quickly crushed by a laughing Marvul.

“Oh please, you don’t even believe this yourself” Marvul said while still laughing “I mean, as if you would ever be able to stay without me. Do you remember the christmas party, where Halluciv was drunk and you took that chance to go in a room with me? Or the birthday party when we hid under a table? I’m still surprised nobody noticed. Oh! And the best one was your anniversary, when you held a speech about how much you love Halluciv and like twenty minutes later you took me to a storage room”

Halluciv’s jaw dropped open. That’s it! Nobody was ever allowed to treat him like that! He wasn’t just anybody, and he would no longer let himself being threatened like trash. He ran into Xcellence’s room and closed the door.

“Marvul I’m seriouse! I’ve hurt him enough already” Xcellence said. Suddenly his phone vibrated. He looked at his phone, and jumped a little when he saw that it was Halluciv.

my moonpie💜💕: Senpai I’m sorry. Please forgive me

Xcellence thought for a moment. He smiled, he really wanted to make up with his Lucy. But he had to play it cool.

Senpai😍💋: Sure, why not

Halluciv rolled his eyes. What a jerk. He blushed and smiled. A cute jerk.

my moonpie💜💕: Yay! Okay, then come to your room, I have a little surprise for you ;3

Xcellence blushed and pushed Marvul to the exit.

“Ähm…What are you doing?” Marvul asked confused.

“No questions” Xcellence said then practically threw Marvul out of his house.

“Okay, now…” he looked at himself in the mirror.
“Senpai~ I’m waiting~” Halluciv said cutely. Xcellence blushed again and ran up the stairs. He knocked on the door.

“It’s open~” Xcellence opened the door and there was…nothing. He was confused for a moment, but then the door behind him was closed and locked by a…tentacle…

Before he knew it a tentacle was wrapped around him and lifted him up.

“Hey senpai~” Halluciv was in his tentacle form and sitting on the bed, his legs crossed.

“Lucy, what are you-mmpf” he couldn’t finish the sentence, because a tentacle was beeing shoved into his mouth.

“You know…” Halluciv said and stood up “I’m tierd of being played by you. What am I to you? A toy for your amusement? Something to pleasure you? A pet, who does everything you tell them to do?” Halluciv took four of his tentacles, two of them grabbing his wrists, and the other two taking his legs, shoving them apart. He took out the tentacle in Xcellence’s mouth.

“Lucy that’s not tr-”

“I should just kill you. Slow and painful” Halluciv said “But…” he caressed Xcellence’s cheek and pulled him closer. They could feel eachother’s breathes. “you’re too beautiful” then he closed the gap and kissed Xcellence passionately. After a while he pulled away.

“But that doesn’t mean I’m finished with you” Halluciv said and let his tentacles move Xcellence, so he was facing the ground, but was still in the air.

“L-Lucy?” Xcellence asked a bit scarred. Halluciv shoved a tentacle in his mouth again, then began to let the rest of them travel through his ribs.

“HMMM!” Xcellence felt pain, because Halluciv used his tentacles to squeeze his ribs and left cracks in them.

“Do you like that senpai~?” Halluciv cooed. He leaned in where Xcellence’s ear would be.

“Summon something for my tentacle~” he wispered. Xcellence looked at him with a pleading look.

“To be honest, the thought of killing you still didn’t leave my mind” Halluciv said, sounding a bit bored. What has driven into him? Xcellence didn’t really think and summoned an ecto pussy. He has never seen Halluciv this scarry.

Halluciv looked pleased and roughly shoved his tentacle into him, causing Xcellence to let out a pained scream, wich was muffled by the tentacle.

“Oh~ is senpai in pain? Well, should’ve thought about that before breaking my heart!” Halluciv began to thrust roughly into him, without giving him time to adjust. Xcellence had tears in his eyes. A few already fell out.

Halluciv might act like he didn’t care about hurting Xcellence, but it acually made him feel really bad. He took out the tentacle wich thrusted and the one in his mouth.

He layed Xcellence on his bed, the rest of the tentacles still holding him.

“Form a duck” Halluciv commanded. Xcellence didn’t even hesitaite and did as he was told. Halluciv took off his pants and slammed himself down.

“Hhaaaaaahhh~” Halluciv screamed in pain and pleasure. He waited a bit to adjust. Then he began to bounce.

Halluciv stopped, causing Xcellence to whine in disapproval. Halluciv changed into his original form.

“With this body it’s a lot easier” he said and began to move again. Xcellence noticed that the tentacles were gone and flipped them over. He started to thrust into him roughly.

“So, you slept with Eraser?” Xcellence asked.

“Aaaaaahhhhhh~” Halluciv screamed in pleasure.

“Answer me you little sluf~” Xcellence said, giving a very deep thrust.

“Aaaaaaahhhhh~that…haah…hurts~” Halluciv said.

“Answer. Me” another deep thrust.

“Youaaahhh already know the ahanswer~”

“But I want to *huff* hear it out of your mouth”

“No~”

“JUST ANSWER ME”

“THAT WAS THE ANSWER” Xcellence stopped.

“What?” he asked. Halluciv sighed.

“Me and Eraser didn’t do ‘it’. I lied to you”

“But why” Xcellence asked. Halluciv glared at him angrily.

“Why you ask? You broke my heart that’s why! I wanted you to know how it feels to be heartbroken! Of course…there’s nothing worse than your boyfriend cheating on you with your brother…And it worked…you even cryed because of it”

“Did you feel better after seeing me cry?” Xcellence asked coldly.

“NO! I felt awful, and wanted to tell you the truth and apologize, but…when I walked down the stairs I heard you and Marvul talking about your many affairs. I was mad at you. I felt like you only used me as some sort of toy to please you…I love you too much to ever cheat on you, but I guess I can’t say the same thing for you”

Xcellence looked at him speechless. He sighed

“Halluciv” he cupped his cheek “I’m sorry…I should have shown you my love, instead of making you feel unloved” he leaned a bit closer “You’re the only one for me” he said.

“I’M SICK OF YOUR LIES! ACT LIKE A MAN AND TELL ME THE TRUTH!”

“Why should I lie to you?” Xcellence asked.

“BECAUSE IT’S WHAT YOU ALWAYS DO!”

“Halluciv please stop shouting” Xcellence sighed “Listen, I can really understand why you are mad, but…can we please just make up?”

“Xcellence” Halluciv said “You know that I really love you…but…I think it’s the best if we don’t see eachother for a while…”

“Wait- ARE YOU BREAKING UP WITH ME?!” Halluciv nodded.

“You got it”

“Y-You can’t do that! We-”

“I already made my choice” he gave Xcellence a small kiss on his cheek “Goodbye…” he wispered, and teleported away. Xcellence touched his cheek where Halluciv kissed him, he needed a moment to realize what had happened.

He wished he didn’t

For @taylor-tut who wanted Lance not being able to say no to people even though he’s unwell 

(10/10 would recommend Taylor’s blog because she’s kind of really amazing)

When Lance woke up that morning with a pounding head and throbbing throat, he knew he was in for a long day. Luckily for him, there wasn’t much on the agenda for the Paladins.

Since their last Galra battle, things had settled significantly within the castle. Each Paladin occupied their time in varying ways, and Lance could find nothing better than spending his day dozing on the couch to try and combat the dull ache that seemed to be tagged to the hammering headache and irritated throat.

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itumblthingsnow  asked:

Hi Daniel, I have two questions: 1. You're pretty open about your anxiety regarding unusual social situations. Do you have any strategies for dealing with events where you know you'll be meeting a lot of people, like conventions or meetups? 2. Is there anything people can do to minimize your discomfort when they meet you in these situations? Is there something you wish people would do or would stop doing?

Hey!

1. There’s really no completely bulletproof way to prepare for meeting a lot of people at conventions; even if you DON’T suffer from anxiety at all, it can be an exhausting and draining experience. You just do whatever you can to reduce stress in anticipation of the event. I did two panels at C2E2 which necessitated meeting a bunch of strangers after, shaking their hands, and trying to engage with them in as meaningful a way as possible in the limited amount of time we had together. In anticipation of the first panel, I took a Lyft to the event and sat in the back seat listening to musicals in my headphones. I do the same thing whenever I go to one of our live podcasts; I never drive, because I don’t want to be stressed about traffic or get frustrated by someone I think is a bad driver (literally anyone on the road who isn’t me). I put headphones in and say verbatim to every Lyft driver “Hey I’m going to be listening to a podcast back here, so if I don’t respond or anything, that’s why. Feel free to play whatever music you want, it won’t bother me.” This ensures that I won’t have to make small-talk with a stranger while on the drive to make small talk with lots of strangers. Even if the driver doesn’t believe that I’m listening to a podcast (I’m not), the message is still clear and delivered fairly inoffensively: I’m not available to chat right now, and it’s me, not you. I listen to musicals specifically because I like them and because they conjure up so many visuals in my imagination that it’s really easy to tune out the rest of the world and get lost in them, whether I’m imagining what the show looks like or imagining being one of the characters, singing and dancing like an asshole. Some people mediate, probably, but this is one of the things I choose to do. In the twenty minutes to an hour before I have to do a convention or live podcast or stand up, I’m free of responsibility and locked into a world that has nothing to do with any of those things.

For the other panel, I took a bike instead of a Lyft to the event. This is also helpful and common for me. Physical activity always makes my brain feel good and always helps me shut down my anxiety for a while. Immediately before any live event in front of people, you can probably see me jumping up and down or doing some high kicks or lunges or just generally pacing around. All of these things calm me down.

The MOST anxiety-reducing tool when it comes to these live events, though, is having my friends there. At this point I have a psychic link with my buddies, so if I’m feeling trapped in an uncomfortable conversation with a well-meaning stranger with questionable ideas on boundaries, all I need to do is make eye contact with Soren or Cody and if they’re free, they’ll come grab me and say some variation of “I’m so sorry to interrupt but I really need to take him away right now” (and I do the same for them). We don’t have a specific code word or hand signal or anything, we’ve just been doing this long enough that we can recognize an uncomfortable situation when we see one. So the short version is, if you know you’re walking into a situation that will be riddled with potentially uncomfortable moments, make sure you OD on things that make you comfortable in advance, and in my case that’s musicals, physical activity and supportive friends.


2. That’s very kind of you to ask! 99 percent of the people we meet at conventions or out in the world are very kind and polite and don’t cause tremendous amounts of anxiety. Chiefly I would just say, like, don’t just grab me? Or any of us? Whenever someone asks to take a picture with me, I will 9 out of 10 times say “I’m going to put my arm right on you now, okay?” I do this because it usually gets a slight laugh (the phrasing is intentionally awkward) and also to put it out there for anyone within earshot that it doesn’t take a lot of time or creativity to a) get consent and b) prepare someone for physical contact.

At C2E2, some giant fucking asshole wordlessly rushed Cody, wrapped an arm around him and took a picture with him and then stomped off like the dumb fucking goon sasquatch that he was. After Comikaze last year, someone grabbed my arm while walking down the street, blocks from the convention, to ask for a picture. Support is always great, and I understand excitement, but it still sucks to be suddenly grabbed. (By the way, I’m totally aware that this experience of sudden, unexpected physical contact that I and my coworkers experience once maybe every 7 months is a near constant occurrence for, like, all women everywhere in all circumstances. If you’re a person who sometimes gets excited and grabs internet comedy writers, stop doing that, but if you’re a man who sometimes gets excited and puts your hand on cute women in the street and at bars and parties and work and parks and stuff, that is a much BIGGER problem. If you’re the kind of person who grabs internet comedy writers AND women strangers out in the world, it would be great if you could stop BOTH of those things, but if you could only stop doing one, definitely make it be the “grabbing women I don’t know” one. That is a way more pressing concern.)

Regardless of all that though, if you meet me or one of us at a convention or whatever, you don’t need to focus TOO much on reducing our discomfort. You’re not walking into my home or climbing into our office; we came to this event because we wanted to perform for you, and part of that involves meeting you to thank you for reading our articles and watching our videos, because we don’t have jobs if you don’t do that. We know what we’re walking into, and we’re doing it on purpose.

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Request/Inspiration: Not a request! It just came to me!

Summary: “Can you do me a favor and be my fake girlfriend for the weekend?”

A/N: I was going to do it the other way around, but I wanted to try something else. I switched it around. Anyways, happy April! I hope you enjoy this fic! I know I haven’t posted a story in a while, please forgive me! Shoutout to my beb @dear-alexander for reading an excerpt and giving me some advice. <3

Word Count: 2,272 [Wow.]

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You Aren’t in Need of Saving, Are You?

Originally posted by dailyspiderman

Peter Parker X Reader

Word Count:1631

Author: Peter Parker’s One and Only Soulmate, Kate

Warnings: ONLY PETER’S ADORKABLENESS

A/N: I’M BACK!!! AND I FREAKING LOVE THAT GIF MORE THAN ANYTHING (BESIDES TOM) ON THIS PLANET. And it works perfectly with my fic! Because Peter gets cold…. Well, just go read the stupid thing so you get feels and you understand my enthusiasm.

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“Hey Peter!” You said as your best friend sat down next to you in cafeteria. “How are you?”

“I-I don’t feel so good.” Peter responded quietly. You turned sideways to look at him straight-on, and his ashen face made your heart drop.

“Oh Peter, you look terrible. I didn’t get you sick, did I?” You said, feeling guilty. You had been sick the past two days, and Peter had insisted on staying with you because your parents were out of town, and Peter didn’t want you to be alone. You were feeling much better today, so you had dragged Peter to school, not knowing he was miserable. Peter didn’t answer, but his face said it all. 

“Come on.” You said, pulling him up from the lunch table that you had been sitting at with your friend group. 

“Where are we going?” Peter said as you led him into the hallways of Midtown. 

“I’m taking you home.” You answered firmly, grabbing your keys out of the depths of your bag. Peter tried to argue halfheartedly, but you stopped his attempts quickly.

“Peter, I got you sick. I am not letting you stay here for a minute longer. Is May home?” 

“No. She’s in Pennsylvania, remember?” You nodded, remembering the impromptu business trip that Peter’s aunt had left for the other day. “Honestly, Y/N, I can stay for the rest of school. We’ve already missed two days of school this week.” Peter said as you got to the parking lot. You looked at him, your expression telling him quite clearly to get in the car. Peter rolled his eyes with a slight smirk as he sat in the passenger seat, He pulled the seat belt, and went to buckle it, but he kept missing the slot. You had gotten in and started the car. When you noticed he was struggling, you completed the simple task, your concern very apparent in your eyes. 

“Peter, are you feeling dizzy?” You asked him, holding his face in your hands as your searched his eyes. He shook his head, and you turned back to face the steering wheel. You were very worried about Peter, knowing that his powers could worsen the effects of being sick. 

Throughout the twenty minute drive, you would glance at Peter during the traffic jams. He would always be staring out the window, a pale and obviously miserable expression present on his face, which was leaning on his hand. When you finally got to his street, you helped him get through the complex, worrying he was going to pass out on you. Luckily, you got him to his apartment still conscious. 

“Try and get some rest, okay?” You asked as Peter rolled onto his bed. “Do you want anything? Like a soda, or food… or something?”

“Can I have a Sprite?” He asked, an arm slung over his eyes to block the fluorescent light. 

“Yeah, of course.” You bit your lip. You  didn’t want to leave him here alone while you got his request. 

“Don’t worry about me.” Peter said, his voice shaking with effort. You made up your mind, and pulled the cover over Peter, telling him multiple times to not get up, and to call you if he needed anything else. 

“And just… Don’t die, alright?” You asked, a smile peeking through your worried expression. 

“I’ll be fine for 10 minutes, Y/N!” He said, rolling his eyes for the millionth time at your maternal tendencies. You walked over to him, and brushed the hair off Peter’s forehead. You bent down to lightly press your cheek against his skin to check his temperature one more time. Peter quietly sighed at your skin contact. You looked at him quickly, and a blush appeared almost instantly on his cheeks. You tried to bite back a grin, and quickly but softly pressed your lips to his hairline. “I’ll be right back, okay?” You said, exiting the room very hurriedly. 

***

You groaned inwardly at the sight of a long line of traffic. It had been almost fifteen minutes since you left Peter, and the traffic jam hadn’t sped up whatsoever. You were just about ready to abandon your car, and walk to Peter’s apartment with his Sprite when you got a call.

“Hello?” You answered, wondering who it was since you didn’t bother to check the screen.

“H-Hey, Y/N.” Peter’s voice said. You blushed, remembering your very impulsive action, then your heart dropped. You could practically hear the sick in his voice. “Are you back yet?”

“No. I’m super close, but this traffic jam is awful.” You explained, feeling even more guilty about leaving him. 

“Oh okay. I was just in the kitchen, and it started getting really cold, so I was wondering if you had gotten back and turned up the AC.”

“Peter!” You scolded. “You’re getting the chills! Go lie down right now. I told you say in your bed.” Peter mumbled a quiet excuse. “Just… take some medicine, and I’ll be back in 10 minutes, okay?”

That was possibly the worst suggestion you could have made. When you finally got to the Parker residence, you noticed the lights were off. You flipped them on, and walked into the kitchen to some Sprite in a glass for Peter. As you waited for the ice to fill the glass, you noticed an open bottle of cold/flu medication that was only ½ full. And Peter had bought it just yesterday for you.

“Oh no.” You whispered, grabbing the bottle and checking the dosage amount. Two teaspoons, two! And from the look of it, Peter had taken two tablespoons! He was always mixing up the measurements when he tried to help you cook. Your eyes widened as you remembered the last time the Peter had taken medicine. Even at the correct dosage, it had made Peter crazy. He acted like a drunk 10-year old with powers, and it was definitely not a good combination. 

“Peter?” You called out tentatively. A scuffling noise came from the other room, and you walked down the hall. At first look, Peter’s room was completely empty. You were about to walk out when Peter called your name.

“Y/N!” He yelled, and you started. You looked around the room again, and jumped when you saw Peter perched on the ceiling, upside down in his Spider-Man suit, mask-less. You covered your mouth with a hand, trying to conceal a smile, and trying to ignore the temptation to pull our your camera. 

“Hi, Peter.” You said slowly, trying to think up a strategy to get your non-drugged Peter back. “You wanna come down from there?”

“I’m not Peter!” Peter said indignantly. “I’m Spider-Man! Noble defender New York.” You bit your lip, your eyes crinkling up in a grin. 

“Okay, Spider-Man. What are you doing up there?” You said, praying Peter’s fast metabolism would burn through the medication soon. 

“I’m looking for bad guys to fight. Or pretty girls to save. You aren’t in need of saving, are you?” He said, winking at you sloppily. You giggled, and shook your head. Peter stared at you for a few seconds, then shook his head. His face was less flushed now and back to a sickly pale color. He jumped down from the ceiling, and fell back on the bed, groaning. You ran over to him, and leaned over his exhausted figure. 

“Peter?” You asked, brushing his damp hair back from his forehead. 

“My head is killing me.” He said, sounding like your Peter again. You smiled sadly at him. 

“You took about twenty extra milliliters of medicine.” You said, catching his gaze, wondering if he remembered the last couple minutes at all. Peter groaned again.

“It’s freezing in here.” He said quietly, his teeth chattering and his shoulders shaking. You raised you hand to his forehead. Even with your fingertips barely brushing his skin, you could feel the excessive heat radiating off of him. 

“Peter, oh my gosh, you’re burning up. Change out of the suit, and I-I’ll go get the thermometer.”

***

You could feel Peter shivering under the covers as you sat next to him on the bed, running your fingers softly through his hair to try and create a comforting effect. His temperature was 107 degrees Fahrenheit. A major fever, and you had no idea what to do. Obviously, you couldn’t give him any medicine, and it would be kind of difficult to explain to the doctor why your friend’s blood-type was slightly radioactive, and mutated to look like a spider’s cells. Plus, none of the blankets you had laid on top of him seemed to be helping. You had an idea of what might help, but you didn’t want to embarrass Peter. After another look at his sweat-covered, flushed face, you gave in.

“Um, it might help… to, like, have a-another source for body heat.” You said, stammering as realization crossed Peter’s face.

“I was thinking that t-too. I didn’t w-want to m-make you uncomfortable.” Peter’s voice shook as he shuddered with the chills. You quickly crawled under the covers to Peter’s side so no drafts would get in.

Almost immediately, Peter’s arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you into his chest. At first, you froze at the contact, but you quickly adjusted, and nuzzled into his familiar grasp. You felt Peter’s chest contract as he sighed, then expand as he yawned. You looked into his eyes, and realized that he had stopped shivering. 

“I-I think I’m going to fall asleep.” He said, yawning again, and giving you an apologetic look. 

“Good. You need to rest.” Returning the yawn, you leaned you head against Peter’s shoulder.

“As you wish, Nurse Y/N.” He laughed quietly.

“Shhh.” You smiled into his chest as you buried your face in Peter’s shirt.

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@potterjamesharry @rxchelpxng

To my recent unpleasant surprise, allergies aren’t something you’re stuck with your entire life. They are for some people, and my heart goes out to them. I don’t know why we don’t have annual telethons raising money to help lifelong seasonal allergy sufferers pay their Claritin and tissue bills. My mom’s side of the family is where this new nemesis of mine comes from. They didn’t feel the torment of allergies until well into their 20s. I followed a similar path.

Twenty-eight is when things started to go awry. Scratching one small eye itch could trigger an itch that could go on for days and stop just before I took a back-scratcher to my corneas. Things have ramped up since. One sneeze within 10 minutes of waking up is my body’s way of telling me I should sprinkle some blueberries and Benadryl on my morning oatmeal and call it a day. I don’t know what it’s like to breathe through my nose without fear that if I inhale too vigorously I’ll set off a chain reaction of sneezes lasting hours that very well could blow my brain out the back of my skull.

There’s such a wide variety of allergy pills and nasal sprays that finding the one that works best for me is nearly impossible. Once swallowed, some pills will take one look at your genetic makeup and go full diva as they refuse to work with that clown show of body. 

Puberty Sucks But Second Puberty Is Just The God-Awful Worst

Originally posted by jdm-negan-mcnaughty

Summary: You’re a busy tattoo artist and pregnant as fuck. Jeff tries to talk you into going on maternity leave which you refuse and leads to an argument and…other things…

Warnings: Language

A/N (to person who requested): Sorry this took kinda long anon! I got a little stuck on a few parts.

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