Willows-escape - Willow

Thinking about how Gaston Leroux at every given opportunity in the The Phantom of the Opera novel was like, “And Raoul de Chagny, who was a blond twink who definitely would’ve let Christine peg him, sobbed—”

there’s absolutely nothing better than reading a 100k word fanfic, that is until you remember you have a body that is starving, thirsty and incredibly sleep deprived and hasn’t used the bathroom since the sun set 8 hours ago

Would you be willing to write something similar for book erik when you are done with the 1990 one? I just love what you wrote it was soo good!!

yess i’d love too!! i’d like to do 2-3 separate poto things in between after i’m done with the 1990 version just so i don’t get burnt out but i’ll 100% add it to my list! thank you for your kind words! :)

Imagine for a second that you're Palestinian.

Imagine waking up to the news that a nearby city has been bombed by Israel. The reasoning being they're searching for Hamas. You go outside and you look around. You don't see any members of Hamas anywhere. You only see family, friends, and neighbors.

Pretty soon a bomb is going to hit your city, and you're not going to be given the ample time needed to make preparations for you and your family. You're going to see the ground be leveled by bombs that are being dropped, buildings are going to crumble, cities are going to collapse. There will be so many who will die, people you don't even know, but that your heart aches for.

You're going to be outside when one of the nearby bombs hits. You're going to feel the dust and smoke in the air. You're going to hear the screams of people as they search for their loved ones, or even worse find them already dead. You're going to have to listen as parents scream for their children. Perhaps you are even one of them.

You're going to see men dig through the crumbled rocks and stones in an effort to get out to the people who were in the building when it collapsed. Their efforts will be futile because if they do manage to get through all that rubble the person underneath it is most likely already dead.

You're going to see children playing a game called carry the martyr, a game that is so morbid there hasn't been one like it since ring around the rosie, which was a game about the plague. You're going to see people write numbers and names on their arms as a way to be identified when and if they die when the next bomb hits, because it's going to hit and it's going to be soon. You don't know when it will happen but you know that it will.

Women will start going to bed with their hijabs on because they know there's a possibility they will get bombed in their sleep, and in Muslim culture it's unfit for a Muslim woman to be seen without a head covering by someone unless it is another woman or member of their family.

You're going to see mothers and fathers carry bits of their children in grocery bags or wrapped in cloth. You are going to see children and babies in hospitals covered with dust from the bombs, shaking and crying, if even that. They will most likely be silent because of the shock. They will start having panic attacks because they are scared and worried for when the next bomb will hit. The oldest hasn't even hit double digits yet.

Maybe you're not even there when it happens. Maybe you're in a western country, and you're findng out everything that's happening to your people online. Maybe you have family over there who you've lost contact with. Family you may never get to see again, who you may never even know their fates, you can only assume.

You will be told that you are the problem. That you, as a Palestinian, are the problem. That because of Hamas, you are being bombed. That it is your fault. That Israel is just doing what it needs to do with the occupation and the ethnic cleansing. The entire world will look at you as the aggressors.

There will be people who will decide to remain neutral, to not take sides because it's "too complicated". They "don't understand" the politics of the war. But there's not much to understand, is there, when one side has all of the weapons and the bombs, and the other side has no food, no water, no electricity, nothing to defend themselves with.

Imagine that you're Palestinian for just one second, and now imagine what that must be like to have to endure all of that, as well as the aftermath, every second, every hour, every day for years.

Imagine.

lips - jungkook x reader (m)

reader with her head hanging off the bed and jungkook fucking her throat in a 69 position. the end.

warning: pwp, occasional name calling, use of the word ‘forced’ but everything is entirely consensual, breath play, cum shots, oral (m and f receiving), jungkook’s a slight brat

words: 1,192

unedited but just wanted to write this thought out before i lost motivation to do it

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"Come on, baby, you can take my cock better than that," Jungkook cooed, pulling his hips back slightly to give you some breathing room. Tears streamed down your cheeks and spit pooled around your lips as you coughed and sputtered.

Your head was hanging off the edge of your shared bed while Jungkook pistoned his cock back and forth in your throat, your nose hitting against his pubic bone as he relentlessly penetrated your mouth. Clothes were long discarded to the side and both of you were laid bare before each other.

Jungkook's hands were tightly gripping your hips, pushing you down into the bed. He used you as leverage to slowly withdraw himself from your warm tongue, inch by inch, before pushing back in to feel you engulf him gradually. He loved the sensation of your wet mouth slowly enveloping him.

You wanted to respond to his cocky remark, but the situation you were in didn't allow for it. You were completely at Jungkook's mercy, being used as nothing more than a receptacle for his sexual pleasure. Your arousal flooded out of your eager hole just at the thought.

"Aw, is somebody dripping for me? Getting so wet while being throat fucked by your boyfriend, huh?" You jumped as you felt his pointer and ring fingers parting your labia, with his middle finger gently rubbing over your swollen clit. "I bet this is where you want my cock, isn't it, baby? You want it deep inside this pussy, I know it. I can feel how badly you want it on my fingers, you little whore.”

Your moans vibrated down Jungkook's shaft, causing him to stutter in shock. His pace quickened, almost as if to retaliate for your teasing. You would have giggled if you weren't otherwise occupied. It seemed like he could sense your pleasure at his unexpected reaction, prompting him to quickly dip his head and take a long lick up your folds. "How do you like it?" he asked, his taunting voice filled with desire.

Your tongue disengaged, and your mouth hung open wider as you felt the sensation of his tongue exploring your sensitive area. It playfully flicked your aching clit before pushing down and dragging his tongue in a figure eight motion around it. The pressure of his hot, panting mouth against you made your skin feel as though it was on fire. Your pussy clenched around air as you couldn't help but let out moans that spilled past your lips.

Reminding you of what you were supposed to be doing, Jungkook pressed his hips against your face, urging you to get back to work. Despite the overwhelming pleasure that clouded your senses, you persisted in licking up and down his throbbing cock and taking it as deep down your throat as humanly possible.

Your tongue gently suctioned against him, each sensual suck causing waves of pleasure to surge up his spine. It was so addictive; he only wished he could see your face as he forced you to take everything he gave you. He'd bet you looked fucked out and ethereal, and he hadn't even actually fucked you yet. He wanted to shoot one load of his cum down your dirty throat before he got to that yet, though.

As his tongue continued to slurp up your wetness and wiggle its way deep into where you craved him the most, your throat wrapped around his cock and constricted around it, pushing and pulling him with the muscles of your throat to compensate for the lack of physical space to move up and down. The sound of his whimpers and his messy devouring of your pussy filled the air, while the mixture of saliva and your essence between your thighs spread out further and further.

Your own saliva was steadily beginning to coat your face more and more, your lips red and inflamed, shiny with copious amounts of saliva. Jungkook wasn't any better, his face smothered with a mixture of saliva and vaginal fluid as he pushed his tongue deeper and deeper inside you. His tongue dragged against your tightening walls, intensifying the sensations to the point where you could've screamed.

As time went on, you felt your legs spreading wider and wider, eagerly inviting the raven-haired boy on top of you to offer you more and more. Your desire for him grew stronger with each passing moment, craving everything he was willing to give you.

‘Slap!’ His hand came down against your cunt, furiously rubbing as his speed quickened. You could tell his orgasm was approaching, and the way he was manipulating you under his skilled fingers meant you weren't far behind. His moans increased in volume, and he softly grunted as one of your hands came up to stroke his base, while your tongue still suckled his tip to give your bruised and battered throat a much-needed break.

“Come on, baby, cum for me,” Jungkook groaned, his jaw aching and his tongue strained as he rubbed your needy cunt. “Give it to me, you fucking slut. Fucking cum.”

A final, prolonged cry escaped your lips, but was immediately muffled as Jungkook took advantage of your open mouth and thrust his dick as deep as it could go. He whimpered and moaned as he ejaculated deep inside you, the warm, salty, and slightly tangy fluid settling at the back of your throat. The intense pressure that had built up in your abdomen snapped like a rubber band, causing a rush of blood to your head and making your vision fill with stars.

Jungkook lay still on top of you, his face pressed firmly into your tummy as he took deep breaths to ground himself. His hands lifted off your hips and grabbed onto your quivering, plump thighs, squeezing and kneading as he recovered. Unfortunately, you couldn't swallow like this, and the way it was slowly dripping down your throat made you feel like you were about to choke - and not in a good way.

Frantic taps against his legs made him jump off of you, worry etched into his face and his eyebrows furrowed as he scanned you over. Apologies and questions quickly tumbled from his mouth, his eyes scanning you in concern. You quickly swallowed whatever was left in your mouth, grimacing as you felt the burning sensation in your throat.

"I'm okay, I'm okay," you laughed, eyes closed and chest heaving as you tried your best to catch your breath. "I just couldn't swallow everything with your cock still in my mouth.”

"Oh," Jungkook smiled sheepishly, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. But one glance at your plush, alluring body made his blood rush straight to his cock. In a flash, he crawled onto the bed and settled in front of you.

The movement of the bed jostled you, causing your eyes to open as you took in your surroundings. Hands gripped onto your legs, pulling you forcefully away from the edge of the bed. You let out a yelp, but instantly realized what was happening as you felt the tip of his cock brush against your empty cunt.

“We aren’t done here.”