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The Foreigner Chapter 2: And the Storm Raged

Anya’s POV

Weather Manipulation.

That’s my cursed technique. My father used to believe that it was a gift, but shortly after my 10th birthday his view point changed. My father began to see me as a demon, some demonic abomination of some sorts. He would say repeatedly after my mother died that I was a monster and that he no longer wanted me. I guess his thoughts were warranted since I was the one that killed my mother. 

It was an accident.

- 5 years ago-

  My mother and I were arguing about the manifestation of my cursed abilities and me “attempting” to try to ignore the curses that I saw on a daily basis.

  “How can I ignore them?” I asked incredulously. 

    “Don’t look at them. The less you look at them, the less likely you are to interact with them. The less interaction the less problems you will have. You’ll be normal.” 

“It’s not that simple! How can I just ignore these things that are wrapped around people?” 

“THIS IS NOT UP FOR DISCUSSION!” screamed my mother. “You will do this! Do you know what will happen if you keep messing with these curses? How will your Father and I protect ourselves? You’re selfish! You know that curses are attracted to stronger cursed energies. Your bringing these curses to our front door!”

I was fuming, Me? ME Selfish? 

I was trying to help people. I was trying to save them, make their lives easier even. How could she say this?

 Amongst the fury and anger that I was feeling, I didn’t notice the shift in the atmosphere. Outside, the clouds aggregated in the sky and the sky darkened drastically. As my temper grew, so did the color saturation of the sky and the ring of thunder growing ever present. 

“ I am not selfish. I want to help!” I spat back at my mother between clenched teeth. 

“YOU WILL NOT! I promised to protect you from this life and all you want to do is run head first into it,”  my mother yelled, eyes blazing with a passion that I have never seen before. My mother used to be a window before meeting and marrying my father. She taught me everything there was to know about cursed spirits since I could see them. She once stated that she wished I never developed this ability, and hoped I’d be more like my father, a non- sorcerer. I never understood why she would give it all up. Helping people, protecting them, being good.  This only served to anger me more. Why couldn’t she see that I just wanted to help. To be good too.

 The storm outside was mirroring the storm that ragged inside the kitchen between mother and daughter. 

“This is a part of me. I can not ignore or hide from it. Mom, I don’t want to fight with you, but my mind is made up,” I stated tensely. 

“I can not accept this.”

“If you can not accept this, then how can you accept me,” I asked challenging my mother’s previous statement. 

My mother, eyes wide, hesitated before whispering out two words that shattered my whole world.

“I can’t.”

Tears welled in my eyes and I let out an agonizing sob.

Lightning struck down the house.

I haven’t felt inspired to write in a long time but now…holy hell lemme pull out the lenovo rq

just a neighbor | knj

↠ a one-shot in which you get some help from your generous neighbor. ↞

◦ pairing : kim namjoon x female!reader

◦ rating : 18+

◦ genre : smut, all porn some plot

◦ word count : 4.4k

◦ warnings : dom!namjoon, big dick!namjoon, cheating!reader, marking, breeding kink, dirty talk, unprotected sex ( wrap it up peoples ), creampie

↠ notes // this is the first one-shot / short story i’m posting to tumblr. also the first one-shot i’ve written for the boys so far. hopefully, i’ll start posting to here more often!! also, the plot was heavily based off of neighbor by travis garland.

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[ THIRSGIVING — dejwrites 1k followers event ] WEEK 3, DAY 3— EREN YEAGER ( GAMER BOY ) ( audio cred. )

YOUR BOYFRIEND EREN COULD GET SO MEAN AT TIMES. You did the simple task of telling him the Chinese takeout you ordered arrived while he was a couple rounds into the newest Call of Duty game with Jean, Armin, and Connie. Which your slight distraction caused his character to get quickly sniped right in the head. You saw his nicely structured jaw tighten as you placed the Chinese takeout on his desk and went to leave, but Eren was so quick to grasp at your wrist. His hands tugged you back as the replay scene was on his monitors, which you landed in his lap with a soft thud. You could feel his soft lips on the back of your shoulder. "Eren, your game." You mumble out as you could feel his lips traveling to the back of your neck.

But your mean boyfriend didn't care. Eren didn't care as his thick cock took comfort in warming your walls that caused your knees to buckle as you were on his lap. The oversized graphic t-shirt you wore that lingered with Eren's scent was pulled up and the lace panties you wore were dangling from your ankles near your gold anklet that had an E on it. Eyes watering due to the lack of friction being made and each time you tried to move on his cock, his hand slapped at the soft flesh on your ass. The stinging caused you to chew at your lower lip as Eren would grab his gaming headset and controller due to the game starting once again. "Go ahead and be a perfect lil girlfriend and ride me," He says.

And you couldn't disobey your mean gamer boyfriend, especially when his green-colored hues were darting between his monitors and the way your tight cunt sucked him in. You gripped at his desk as you bounced upon his cock, your juices leaking down your plump thighs and your mouth was gasped open spaciously. You knew your mean gamer boyfriend was smirking, especially when the dark blue and black colored gaming headset was placed upon your ears. The loud sound of shooting and Eren's friends yelling echoed your eardrums while you lifted yourself on Eren's cock effortlessly.

"Go ahead and moan if you want, let them know just how much of a needy slut you are."

( NSFW LINKS — ❤️. ❤️. ❤️ )

Ive reread this too many time to not have reblogged it

how about studio sex for namjoon? 🥵

this is like the quintessential namjoon prompt. thank you for requesting it, i loved writing it.

873 words of namjoon x reader under the cut and it's exactly what it says on the tin y'all.

**if you have the time and even if you have to go anon, please don't be a silent reader! i've loved and been very appreciative of the comments whether they've been in your tags or replies. not to sound thirsty, but it's so nice and motivating to know if people love or have constructive feedback for the work that you produce 💜**

namjoon had been surprisingly bashful as he had shown you around rkive for the first time, all ducked head and shy smiles as he had talked to you about his figurines and why he had chosen the decor he had. it was cute, his nervousness, as if this was your first date all over again. you had seen him perform in front of thousands of people with a calm head but that had been rm; the man allowing you into his safe space now was different and all yours.

you were appreciative of the duality, especially when it meant one minute you were on a sweet studio tour and the next, you were on his lap with his hand down your pants while his cock pressed needily against you through his track pants.

but he wasn't worried about his hard on, not when he was in the middle of creating.

the entire reason for your casual studio date had been that you had never dated a music artist before and had never been to a studio space and had said as much to namjoon, teasingly questioning him as to why he had never taken you to his. he had been genuinely surprised by your interest, spending so much time in the studio that he had forgotten that the space could still hold novelty for someone else.

when he had offered to show you the equipment and how it all worked, beckoning you over to sit on his lap, you hadn’t known that this was what he meant: you, riding his fingers within the confines of your jeans and moaning into the microphone in front of you as he placed a kiss to the back of your neck, one headphone covering his ear to monitor the pretty music you were making for him.

“you sound so sexy, baby.” he placed a kiss to the back of your neck. your panties were drenched and you were sure that despite the denim being a thicker fabric, there was a matching wet spot forming there as well. the angle was too shallow - and namjoon was too in control and determined to tease you - for you to get exactly the friction and depth that you wanted. despite your desperate gyrations, you were only frustrating yourself, whining needily into the mic in such a way that it had him groaning against your neck and rocking his hips up against you. “fuck,” he elongates the vowel, drawing the simple word out as his forehead drops onto your shoulder. “you need to hear yourself.”

though you are slowly unraveling, you’re still aware enough to realize that hearing the sound of your own voice magnified and playing back to you in real time sounds awful and you’re trying to figure how to articulate that when he pulls his hand from your pants and pulls his headphones off, placing them over your ears instead, adjusting them so that they fit snugly and sealed out all other noise in the room - except those that were being picked up on the microphone.

like the shuffling of your feet and the swishing of fabric as he pats your thighs, signaling for you to stand and then pushes your jeans and panties down your legs, pulling you back onto his lap with a deep chuckle. all thoughts of denying him anything flee at the pleased sound, especially when it’s coupled with his fingers finding their way back between your slick folds. he soon has you gasping and biting back moans into the microphone again and you have to admit that he has a point- it is sexy to hear yourself like this. your own noises spur you on and the louder you are, the more namjoon obviously loves it, his breathless sounds being picked up as well.

your eyes are closed and your hands are searching for purchase across the slick surface of his workstation as your squirm against him, trying to goad him into just fucking you already when you feel him shift, a cord slipping under your fingers but you can’t bring yourself to care what’s happening until you hear his deep voice in your ears, lower in octave, rich and clear. “you’re so wet.”

you moan, realizing then that he’s fucking you with one hand and holding the microphone to his mouth with the other. “fuck, you’re so wet. you should hear how your pussy’s gripping my fingers.”

it took only a moment later to configure it but soon he was kneeling between your legs, microphone situated on the floor while he held your legs up over his shoulders and ate you out. you could hear it all clearly - the way he licked, slurped, and devoured you with deep, appreciative groans all magnified by the headphones over your ears.

you had never heard your own pleasure like this. it’s so lewd, so erotic - the wet sounds of his mouth on your dripping heat. when he adds his fingers, you moan harder from the welcome stretch of them inside of you and the sound of your body eagerly sucking them in as he curls and withdraws and presses them into you again and again while you thrash against the chair and tug at his hair.

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