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being called a bitch by my coworker for absolutely no reason was not on my 2025 bingo card

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-you must live, my girl

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Been a while but here’s Sophie :p There’s like no fanart of her I feel like

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I've seen this hilarious image doing the rounds without a source, so here it is. The official @shingeki_FLY twitter account shared this today:

It's the first reveal of new School Castes stickers for Bessatsu Shonen's Attack on Titan 15th Anniversary magazine, drawn by Isayama in typically unflattering school yearbook style 😂 He's such a troll. I love him. The edition will be released on 6th November.

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snoopy of the day

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the soft and safe with vi was SOOOO CUTE wondering if you could do that prompt with abby instead?

♡♥︎Let Go♥︎♡

Warnings: reader can’t cum, Abby helps :), fingering

Abby’s hands are warm, rough palms gliding over your soft skin as she presses kisses against your neck. Her body is solid, broad and steady above you, and she smells like sweat, sandalwood, and something uniquely her.

“You’re so fuckin’ pretty,” she murmurs, lips ghosting over your jaw. One of her hands slips between your legs, fingertips teasing up your thigh before finally dragging through your slick folds. “God, you’re soaked, baby.”

You should be lost in this. Abby’s touch, her weight, her voice—it’s everything you love. But something in your head won’t shut up.

You feel too much—too aware of how long this is taking, how your body won’t tip over that edge no matter how good Abby is, how you’re frustratingly stuck in your own head.

She notices. Of course, she notices.

“Hey,” she whispers, slowing down, her free hand coming up to cup your cheek. “Where’d you go, sweetheart?”

You shake your head, frustration bubbling in your chest. “I don’t—I don’t know, I just can’t—”

Abby hushes you with a kiss, slow and patient, her lips pressing against yours like she has all the time in the world. “It’s okay. Don’t think about cumming,” she says, voice firm but soft. “Just let me make you feel good.”

She doesn’t rush. She takes her time.

Her fingers move between your legs again, but slower now, exploring, learning you all over again. She presses circles against your clit—light, teasing touches, never giving too much at once. She kisses your neck, murmurs how good you feel, how perfect you are, how much she loves touching you.

“I love this pussy, baby,” she groans against your throat, her fingers dipping lower, slipping inside you. “Love how tight you are—so fucking soft for me.”

A shiver rolls down your spine. It’s different now—she’s grounding you, pulling you away from that anxious spiral, making you focus on her, on how good she makes you feel.

Her fingers curl just right, pressing into that spot that makes you jerk, makes your breath stutter.

“There you go,” Abby whispers, kissing along your jaw. “That’s my girl.”

Your hips move on instinct, rocking into her hand, chasing the pleasure that builds in slow, rolling waves. You’re not thinking anymore—not overanalyzing, not worrying. You’re just feeling.

Abby’s thumb presses against your clit at the same time she crooks her fingers inside you, and suddenly, everything snaps tight.

Your breath catches. “Abby—“

She knows.

“That’s it, baby. Cum for me.”

And you do. It crashes over you in a slow, devastating wave, pleasure unfurling through every inch of you. Your body trembles, muscles locking up as you pulse around Abby’s fingers, moaning against her lips.

She holds you through it, murmuring soft praises against your skin, kissing you like you’re the most precious thing in the world.

“See?” she whispers, brushing sweaty hair from your forehead. “You just needed to let go.”

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i love your fics sm val. i got one for you how abt vi x reader where reader has a hard time controlling their breathing and vi has to remind them during sex to breathe

��♥︎Breathe, Baby♥︎♡

Warnings: top!vi, strap on sex, lowkey loved this ask, you might need an inhaler

Vi has you spread out beneath her, her broad shoulders blocking everything but the intensity in her dark eyes. She’s hovering over you, one strong arm braced beside your head while the other grips the base of her strap, rubbing the thick pink silicone through your folds, coating it in your slick.

“Look at you,” she murmurs, her voice dripping with satisfaction as she watches you squirm. “So fuckin’ wet already. You want this, huh?”

You nod, but the words catch in your throat when she nudges the tip against your entrance, pressing just enough to make your cunt flutter around nothing.

Vi smirks, tapping the head of her strap against your clit, making you jolt. “Use your words, baby.”

You suck in a shaky breath, body thrumming with anticipation. “I—I want it.”

Vi groans, leaning down to nip at your bottom lip. “That’s my girl.”

She guides the strap inside you, slow at first, stretching you open inch by inch. The thick girth pushes past your entrance, and your breath hitches.

Vi notices. Of course, she does.

Her free hand moves to your chest, palm pressing gently against your sternum. “Hey,” she murmurs, voice softer now. “Breathe, baby.”

You try, but your lungs feel tight, your body locked up from the sensation of being so full. Your eyes squeeze shut as you grip Vi’s shoulders, thighs tensing around her waist.

Vi stills immediately, her grip firm but reassuring. “Relax,” she whispers, pressing a kiss to your cheek, then another along your jaw. “You’re takin’ me so well, baby. Just need you to breathe for me.”

You nod weakly, trying to focus, but the stretch is so much—too much.

Vi pulls back, just a little, before pressing in again, her movements slow and deliberate. “In through your nose,” she reminds you, her thumb brushing lazy circles over your hip. “Out through your mouth.”

You let out a shaky exhale, and Vi hums in approval. “There you go. That’s it.”

She gives you a moment, letting you adjust before she starts moving again, setting a slow, steady rhythm. The strap glides in and out of you, slick with your arousal, each stroke drawing a soft whimper from your lips.

“Feel good?” Vi asks, her own breath hitching slightly as the bumpher at the base of the strap presses against her clit with every thrust.

You nod, this time able to get the words out. “Y-Yeah… feels really good.”

Vi chuckles, dipping her head to capture your lips in a messy, open-mouthed kiss. “Told you,” she murmurs against your mouth. “Just needed to get past that first part.”

Her pace picks up, hips rolling in deep, deliberate thrusts. The slick sound of the strap filling you echoes through the room, and your breath starts coming faster again, thighs trembling around her waist.

Vi notices that too.

“Breathe,” she reminds you again, pressing her forehead to yours. “C’mon, baby, let me hear you.”

You gasp as she thrusts particularly deep, and Vi groans at the way your body tightens around the silicone. “Fuck, you’re squeezin’ me so good,” she mutters, her voice rough with arousal.

She shifts slightly, changing the angle, and when she thrusts again, the head of the strap drags right against that spot inside you that makes your toes curl. A strangled moan rips from your throat.

Vi grins. “Yeah? That the spot?”

You barely manage to nod before she really starts fucking you—long, deep strokes that leave you gasping, her grip tightening on your waist to hold you in place. The friction against her clit has her panting, her movements becoming rougher, more desperate.

“God, baby, you feel so fuckin’ good,” Vi groans, dropping her head to nip at your neck. “Can feel you getting close.” No she can’t.

Your walls are fluttering around the strap, pleasure building so high it’s almost unbearable. Your breathing stutters again, but this time, Vi doesn’t stop.

She brings a hand between your bodies, finding your clit with practiced fingers. “Breathe through it,” she commands, rubbing slow, teasing circles. “I want you to feel this.”

Your back arches off the bed, hands clutching at her biceps. “Vi—fuck—”

“That’s it,” she encourages, her pace unwavering. “Let go for me, baby.”

Your release crashes over you, sending shudders through your entire body. Your breath finally breaks—a choked, gasping moan that Vi drinks in, her thrusts slowing but not stopping as you ride out the waves.

She groans, hips stuttering as she grinds against the bumpher, drawing out her own pleasure. Her body tenses, then she lets out a low, wrecked moan as she cums, pressing herself against you, her breath hot against your neck.

For a moment, the only sounds in the room are your heavy breathing, the faint rustle of sheets, and Vi’s satisfied hum as she kisses your forehead.

She finally pulls out, carefully, and collapses beside you, pulling you into her arms. “See?” she murmurs, voice lazy and sated. “Told you breathing helps.”

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RAY RAY HAPPY VALENTINES DAY!!!!

Idk of my last ask sent :( BUT

tell me are YOU waking vi up with head on this v day or is vi waking YOU up with her fingers mhmmmm????

RAINBABBBYYYYY! the first one came through but i shall respond to this one ♡

BUT HAPPY VALENTINES ANGEL, I HOPE IT WAS WONDERFUL FOR YOU !!!!

but oh my god. you and your genius thoughts. i can never get enough of them. but yeah, waking up to vi fingering you, she’s really gentle with it until you fully come to it, eyelashes fluttering at the growing blossom in the pit of your stomach. you’re not sure what’s happening, maybe you’re just dreaming about your girlfriend again.

but then she’s right by your side, bashfully smiling. moaning as your chest rises, “that’s right, babygirl. thought i’d wake you up, sweet and gentle, yeah?”

she kisses the breath out of your lips, making you see an entire galaxy behind your eyes. “happy valentines, my beautiful girl.”

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I had to do a quick art on this

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this is a terrible time to be alive *remembers the latter half of the 14th century* this is a not so good time to be alive

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i feel like you guys love to forget that kit herondale is actually very anti-necromancy. like famously so. like its basically the big chip on his shoulder.

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that's my hand btw!

art by : @loulvchka (twitter)

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actually I do hope Jocelyn and Luke end up having a surprise baby in twp because it would be deeply funny to have them be new parents as simultaneously Maryse is in her retired grandma era like dotting on the baby

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Kiss

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i tried colouring that j3 campfire page

but also yes i'm gonna go ramble on about the contrast to the early campfire we see at the start of every ep

the first one having stan in his fishing clothes along with a fishing rod makes me hc that this happens right after ep 2 and it's so cute to me, stan finally bonding with the kids and them inviting wendy along too for marshmallows and ghost stories (and the implication that wendy was the one playing guitar!)

meanwhile the last campfire has ford finally balancing the two groups out; a grunkle, a kid and an employee on a log (and this time dipper isn't distracted by his crush on wendy)

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celestial themed dividers requested by @losingmygrasponreality

please like and credit if you use, reblogs are appreciated! thank you! 💕