#I'm so fucking sick of this shit lololol

[of-another-broken-heart]

Woman with a 20" waist: How DARE you try to talk over my lived experiences as a FAT WOMAN!! My doctor still tells me to lose weight so that makes me FAT and OPPRESSED!!

Woman with a 20" waist, literally 5 minutes later on her tiktok: omg guys I think Bougie Brand shrunk its sizes?? I had to get a LARGE can you believe it??

[crackedpumpkin]

Got tagged in this by the lovely @urfavarab , but I'm starting a new one since the previous got super full ahahah

Tag 10 or more people you'd like to know better

Relationship Status: Single, but might fyck around and find a fwb at this point ngl. I'm picky though so I'll fill the void by deepening the endless pit of love I have for my stupid silly fics about the stupid silly characters I am in love with. (AKA I'm kinda highkey shallow)

Favourite Color: Black, because it's slimming and I'm a little insecure about my curves lololol. I'm currently trying to incorporate more color into my wardrobe though, but it's mainly expanding with earthy tones like brown and green :>

Song stuck in my head: Blender by 5SOS, because of the funky ass bass. Stupid bass. I'm currently saving up to buy an electric guitar because I wanna learn it and go busking.

So in terms of that, another song that's stuck in my head is 'That Band' from the anime Bocchi the Rock, specifically the riff in the beginning that's in the show. It's so sick I puked internally when I watched it.

Favourite Food: Oooo this is a toughie. I don't think I have anything I like in particular, just depends on the cravings I have that day. But I do go for literally anything spicy. You bring a bowl of chilli wontons and it's on sight /hj (i would kill for dumplings/wontons)

Last song played: Well shit. Here's the thing. I have a tendency to listen to a song on repeat for fucking days, and I'm listening to Finesse by Bruno Mars because of this animation I found on Instagram. It's genuinely so sick and now the song's stuck in my head and will be for the next few days :)

Artist mentioned: rikachewey on Instagram, you guys should go drop them a follow!

Dream Trip: Well it's actually coming up for me in June! I'll be travelling to South Korea for my Graduation Trip with 2 of my closest friends I've known for over 4 years. I'm so excited for it ahahah, I'll be flying off on 11th and coming back on the 22nd :> who knows, maybe my trip will churn the creative juices and I can milk my brain :D

Last thing I googled:

....................... 👀 anyway,

No pressure-tags~

@buthowboutno-spamming @theblindhag @zprites @knightish-knight @turtle-babe83 @s-s-ironnie

[the-cult-of-riley]

Sleeping With Ghosts (Act One: Chapter Two)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

[[Masterlist]]

A/N: As Act One progresses, you'll notice the time skips between chapters get a little bigger. These guys have an eight year relationship and it would take me forever to write out the entirety of it lmao. The point of Act One is to give you insight into their relationship so you understand for Act Two.

The inspiration for this story was the prologue and Act One was never supposed to be as big as it got. I just wanted to lay a foundation for their relationship and got reeeeal carried away lololol In my opinion, the real meat of this story is Act Two. The whole of Act One is just a build up lmaooo

Placebo - Special K

Coming up beyond belief On this coronary thief More than just the leitmotif More chaotic, no relief

I'll describe the way I feel Weeping wounds that never heal Can the savior be for real Or are you just my seventh seal?

No hesitation, no delay You come on just like Special K Just like I swallowed half my stash And never ever wanna crash No hesitation, no delay You come on just like Special K Now you're back with dope demand I'm on sinking sand

Gravity, no escaping Gravity Gravity, no escaping Not for free I fall down, hit the ground Make a heavy sound Every time you seem to come around

They walked down the street, his apartment building luckily on the road the bus stop was on so they didn't need to go far. He fished his fob out, holding it up to the scanner and hearing it beep to signal the door was open. He watched her as she glanced around, wonder on her face as if she was impressed by the foyer as he led her to the lift. Didn't want her trudging up four flights of stairs. 

“This is so… swanky,” she murmured, an amused smile on her face as she looked at him.

“It's alright,” he shrugged as he pressed the button for the lift. He knew it was nice, much nicer than his childhood home. He didn't think it was too fancy though. Wasn’t some fucking penthouse in the middle of the city centre. 

“It’s more than alright, Simon…” she scoffed, “it’s probably best we came here and not my place,” she added and when he looked at her, she had a guarded look on her face that made his brows furrow. He didn't like it. The doors to the lift opened and he led her inside, pressing four and watching the door close.

“Love… you could live in a council house in the middle of Moss Side and I wouldn't judge you for it. I grew up in fuckin’ Gorton, for fuck sake,” he muttered as he squeezed her hand. He didn't need her thinking he was some stuck up snob when he was far from it. She smiled then, raising a brow at him.

“It's not that bad,” she snorted and he felt himself relax as she seemed to lighten up again. “It's just a small studio thing. It's above a florist’s, makes the rent cheaper. I work at Cafe Metro in town, doesn’t exactly equal great pay,” she explained softly, looking a little self conscious. He knew the cafe she talked about. It was opposite the Arndale centre and he’d passed it a fair few times. He tugged her closer, nuzzling the side of her head and relishing in the light laugh that he caused. 

“Maybe you should show me sometime,” he murmured hesitantly, unsure how she’d react to suggesting seeing her again when they hadn't even fucked yet. Instead of recoiling or making a comment to refute him, she smiled brightly as her cheeks flushed a pretty pink. 

“We’ll see if you get sick of me yet,” she smirked but he saw something flash behind her eyes and he wondered if she’d briefly thought of her piece of shit ex. He had every plan to make her fucking forget his name by the end of the night.

“Don’t think I'd ever get sick of you, sweetheart,” he admitted, unsure why he even told her when he couldn't quite understand his own feelings. He'd known her less than an hour yet he felt like he’d known her a lifetime. The resulting smile from her made everything worth it. It was the kind of smile that stopped the world turning. The kind of smile that caused men to go to fucking war. He was doomed and he wasn't even mad about it. 

The door opened with a ding and he led her once again out of the lift and down the corridor to apartment 4F. He turned the key in the lock, hands shaking with anticipation as he led her in. This wasn’t like him at all, he wasn’t the type to fucking tremble at the thought of touching a woman. It struck him then that he’d never invited anyone to his apartment other than Tommy, Beth and his mum. He’d never brought a girl back here because he could hardly sneak out at first light if he fucking lived here. 

It felt right though, bringing her here and he watched with some hesitance as she looked around and took it in. He felt a little self conscious then. He didn't have much, the bare essentials and since he was off with the Army a lot, it looked slightly unlived in. It didn't help that he was a neat freak, cleanliness being instilled in him from the military. There were a few items though that meant things to him. The quilted blanket his mother had made him that was thrown over the back of the couch, the pictures of Tommy, Beth and his mum around on the walls. The newest addition was a scan of Tommy and Beth’s baby that was tacked to his fridge by a magnet in the shape of an army tank. 

His eyes were glued on her as she took it all in, wandering over to the couch and touching the quilted blanket with a little smile on her face. It was made of black and camo squares. She turned her eyes to him then and his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed thickly. He wasn't used to this. 

“You want a drink or anythin’?” he asked, wondering what he even had in his fridge since he wasn't expecting company. She fluttered a smile at him as she shook her head, sauntering over to him looking like a fucking angel that fell from heaven just for him. She stopped in front of him, toying with the hem of his jumper as he looked down at her. 

“I just want you,” she purred, batting her lashes all innocent like and it did him in. He grabbed her face, crashing his lips to hers with such ferocity that she squeaked and grabbed him to find purchase. 

He felt like he couldn't get close enough as his hands wandered, one splaying over her back and pressing her body flush with his. The other hand slipped over her curves, loving how the silky dress aided him in his exploration. Her body was fucking something else, he couldn’t get enough of her delicious curves and her tiny waist. His wandering hand slipped up her hip, running up her ribs before they cupped her breast. He felt her nipple hardening, confirming his stray thought that she wasn't wearing a bra and he moaned as his thumb brushed over the hardened peak through the fabric. 

She mewled into the kiss, such a cock hardening noise that he growled, grabbing her thighs and hoisting her up. Her legs wrapped around his waist and his hands settled on her arse as she giggled into the kiss. He moved into the bedroom, setting her carefully on the bed as he regretfully separated from her. 

She watched with heavy lidded eyes as he knelt on the floor in front of her, unlacing her boots and tugging them off one at a time. She had a look on her face as if she wasn't used to being taken care of like this and he found himself wanting to do it more often. He wanted to take care of her, make her happy, make her content. Once the boots were off, he tugged her socks off, making her smile as he stuffed them in her boots so they wouldn't get lost. He watched her from his spot on the floor, hands smoothing up her silky soft legs and his eyes were glued to hers. When he got near the side of her knee, she jerked her legs with a giggle and he found himself smiling. 

“Ticklish, love?” he asked ruefully and she pouted playfully at him.

“Maybe,” she smiled and he placed a kiss at the spot, making her giggle again.

He stood up, pulling her to her feet before his hands grabbed the hem of her dress. He allowed his hands to slide up her curves, grabbing the dress up with it. His hands bunched into the fabric as it got to her waist and he pulled it up, revealing more and more of creamy alabaster skin to his hungry eyes. He pulled the satin over her head and dropped it on the floor, eyes glued to her. 

She stood there in nothing but a black pair of lacy french knickers and his cock was throbbing at the sight. He could see more of her ink now. She had what looked to be flowers poking out from her underwear on the left hip bone and some words along the inside of her left arm at the top. He couldn’t wait to get a closer look. She blinked up at him, a shy look on her face that the animal inside of him preened at. 

“So fuckin’ beautiful, love,” he murmured with a rough voice, thick from his desperate arousal. She flushed, a smile curling her lips and he kissed her again, slowly this time as he allowed his hands to wander her body, feeling her bare skin against his rough hands. He groped her thighs again, hoisting her up once more before moving over to the bed. He crawled onto it before depositing her on her back, head on the pillows with her hair fanned out like a halo around her head. He leaned down, grabbing her hands and putting them above her head, lacing his fingers with hers and being mindful of her sore arm that still had his bandana around it. His eyes trailed curiously to the words on her skin, seeing some kind of quote. 

‘Since I was born I started to decay. 

Now nothing ever-ever goes my way’. 

He wondered what it was from, maybe from a book or song lyrics, wondered if he’d get the chance to ask her one day when they weren’t too preoccupied. He nuzzled the side of her face, loving how her breathing picked up and she arched at him. He kissed her cheek, trailing kisses down her jaw.

“Safeword love,” he murmured. He wasn’t really planning on going too far with her today, his main focus was just to prove he could get her off. He hoped there would be many more times for him to explore all the wonderfully sinful things she wanted to get up to. 

“Um… uh…” she stuttered, breathing laboured as his kisses trailed to her neck and he smirked into her skin. “Donuts,” she replied, sounding confused and aroused all at the same time and it just made him chuckle against her neck. He nipped at her then, ripping a moan from her that hit him right in the dick.

“You like that, sweetheart?” he asked huskily and she nodded.

“Yes,” she whispered and he groaned before biting the delicate skin and sucking on it. She squirmed with a desperate moan and he loved how wanton she was being. He moved away, admiring his handiwork as a bruise was already forming on her pretty little neck. 

Giving her a wicked smirk, he moved off her and stood up, grabbing his jumper and practically ripping it over his head. She watched him with rapt interest in her eyes and it made him feel good. She didn't take her eyes off him as he undid his jeans and tugged them off, leaving himself in his boxers before he crawled back on the bed. He settled between her legs, allowing her to feel just what she did to him as his hard cock pressed up against her wanting cunt and she gasped, hands gripping his waist. 

Her reactions to him were intoxicating, made him feel like he was the most powerful man on the fucking planet. He’d never been one to drag this out, never knew it could feel so good. Just like how he’d never been interested in kissing before. It always felt far too intimate for his liking and yet now, he couldn't get enough of it.

“Ready to have your mind blown?” he asked with a sinful smirk and she flashed him an impish smile as her hands smoothed up his back, causing him to hum softly. 

“Still overconfident, then?” she smiled, looking all pretty for him as she blinked her long dark lashes at him. 

His smirk widened into something predatory as he moved away to kneel between her legs, hands trailing over her soft body as he went. He was settled between her parted thighs then and he toyed with the lacy fabric of her knickers, watching as she stared at him with wide eyes. He hooked his fingers into the fabric, slowly dragging them down her legs and finally getting a peak at the flowers. They were roses, three black ones and one yellow that stood out from all the rest. 

He manoeuvred her legs until he chucked the knickers on the floor carelessly, his large hands going to her knees to part her legs that were now trying to close in front of him. He pried them apart, knowing she was feeling somewhat bashful by the slight resistance he felt and by the blush that swept up her entire body. He let out a delighted groan at the sight of her glistening pussy once it was bared to him and he felt his mouth water. 

“Fuckin’ hell, love. That all for me?” he rasped, eyes finally leaving her soaked cunt to look at her. She had this awed look on her face and he hadn’t even touched her yet, but it made a fire ignite inside of him. She nodded and while part of him wanted to chide her to use her words again, he was far too desperate to touch her. 

Teasingly, he dragged his fingers through her soaked folds and she let out a startled gasp, body tensing up in anticipation. She was more than soaked, pretty little thing was more touch starved than him it seemed and he couldn't wait to end her torment for her. 

He slowly started circling her clit, eyes darting between where he was touching her and her face, watching her lips part with little moans and feeling how she writhed against his hand. She was a sight to behold like this, he didn't think he’d seen anything more beautiful and he felt honoured to be the one making her feel that way. 

He slid his fingers down, sinking one into her and his pleased moan got drowned out by the sinful noise she made, her back bowing a little. She was so tight, wet and warm around just one of his fingers, he started to worry he might not fucking fit in her. He eased a second finger inside, feeling her tighten at the intrusion and moan softly, her eye fluttering shut as her head angled back on the pillow. She was a picture of ecstasy and he felt like he’d barely touched her yet. 

He started fucking her with his fingers and he was helpless against the rapt attention she demanded of him in her pleasure. One of her hands bunched in the sheets under her, the other clutching his wrist in a death grip. He found a rhythm she liked, one that had her thighs trembling beside him as sweet little moans left her lips. 

Without moving his hand, he leaned over her, propping himself with a hand beside her head as he stared down at her. His thumb started rubbing against her clit as he pumped his fingers in and out of her and she let out a keening moan, eyes flying open.

“Oh, fuck,” she gasped. Her pupils were blown wide, he could barely see the blue anymore. “I-I…” her words trailed off into incoherent noises that bounced off the walls. He was pretty sure the whole apartment building would be able to fucking hear her and he wouldn’t be shocked if someone called the police on him, thinking he was committing a murder. He’d never had someone so responsive before and his entire body fed off it. It felt like a drug to him, hearing those noises he was causing, seeing her blissed out face. Her moans got higher in pitch and more frequent, her cunt fluttering around his fingers and telling him she was close.

“That’s it, Charlotte. Cum for me,” he purred, feeling like he needed it almost as much as she did. Those words seemed to snap something inside of her and she let out a hoarse cry, her back arching harshly as she shattered around him. He felt her tighten impossibly around his fingers as he eased her through it, her whole body seizing up before it relaxed and the look on her face was fucking delicious. Totally fucked out. He stilled his hand, not wanting to overstimulate her too much given he still had plans for her. 

He watched her lay there blissfully for a moment, eyes shut and a serene look on her face. She looked like an angel.

“You alright there, love?” he asked with a wry smirk and her eyes fluttered open. Her face was flushed but she gave him a radiant smile.

“I think I might be dead,” she replied with a grin and he snorted at her.

“Sorry about that,” he remarked and her grin widened.

“Don't be. At least I died happy,” she sighed dreamily. He slowly eased his fingers out of her, making her gasp a little. His eyes darted to his fingers, coated with her and he brought them to his mouth without a thought. He sucked them clean with a groan. Fuckin’ hell, she tasted good. He didn’t get to go down on someone often since he was the fuck ‘em and leave ‘em type, liked it dirty and quick to get it over with. But he had a desperate need to put his mouth on her cunt and it had been in his head since they'd been back at the bus stop and he promised to get three orgasms out of her. 

When he looked down at her, she was watching him with wide eyes. Her cheeks were dusted with pink but something flared in her eyes that made him smirk wickedly at her as he finished cleaning his fingers off. He leaned down, capturing her lips and forcing her to taste herself. She melted under him, small hands smoothing up his chest as she kissed him back. She was so warm and pliant under him like this and he loved it. He broke the kiss to kiss along her jaw and to her ear, his still clothed bulge rubbing against her pussy that was so soaked, his boxers were getting damp.

“One down, two more to go, yeah?” he asked devilishly, making her squirm as he started kissing down her neck and then her chest. She blinked at him, watching as he grabbed one of her breasts, latching around the nipple with no warning. She let out a loud moan, hand flying to his head, fingers digging into his hair. 

It had grown out a little since his last deployment but he lamented that it wasn't long enough for her to really grab. He thought he’d like it. He sucked on her nipple for a short moment before moving to give the other one the same treatment. Couldn't be playing favourites now, could he? When he had her a squirming mess again, he felt satisfied to continue his journey. He placed kisses down the delicate flesh of her stomach, moving lower and lower.

“Wait!” she called out, making him still instantly. He lifted his head from where he was, devastatingly close to where he wanted to be the most. He wouldn't continue if she wanted to stop though, no matter how gutted he’d be about it.

“What is it?” he asked carefully, running quickly through his head for something he could have done to make her uncomfortable.

“I just… no one’s ever… you know…” she stuttered, gesturing her head to him and what he was clearly on his way to do. He blinked dumbly at her for a moment, his eyes narrowing a little.

“Seriously? I’m startin’ to question your taste in men, love,” he tutted, shaking his head. He shouldn’t be suprised her arsehole ex didn’t go down on her, but he was shocked it hadn't happened even once, even someone else. Something primal surged in his chest at the idea of having this first with her.

“Got you in bed in under an hour, didn't I?” she asked cheekily and it startled a chuckle out of him. She was something else, this one. 

“You're a cheeky bitch, you know that?” he asked, raising a brow at her with a fond smile on his face. Can't say he'd ever had an exchange like this during sex before. She gave him a wide grin that made his heart beat all funny in his chest.

“You like it though,” she countered and he shrugged, because it wasn't a lie. 

“You want me to stop?” he asked her, getting serious for a moment. She nibbled her lower lip and shyly shook her head.

“No, but… do you even want to? You won't hate it?” she asked him, a small frown marring her features. 

“Why would I hate it?” he asked in confusion, not sure what had given her that impression.

“Well… Ethan always said-” she started but he cut her off swiftly.

“Don’t say his fuckin’ name, not here,” he growled and her eyes widened, mouth snapping shut. He hadn’t meant to sound so harsh, so fucking possessive like that, but the idea of her uttering that arsehole’s name in his fucking bed made his blood turn to lava in his veins. Shouldn’t have been fucking shocked that the tosser probably told her he didn’t like going down on a woman, probably didn’t like the taste or some other stupid shit. He wanted to punch him. 

“I’m sorry, that was bad etiquette,” she huffed, covering her face with her hands but not before he saw her red cheeks from the embarrassment. “I just… I’ve never had to do this before, I’ve only ever been with one person. I’m ruining it,” she lamented, her voice slightly muffled from her hands. 

Something tugged in his chest at her words and he moved over her again, one hand propped against her head as the other gently pried her hands away from her face. She wouldn’t look him in the eye and it made him frown. 

“You’re not ruinin’ it, love. I wanna do this, I’ll enjoy it,” he tried to reassure her. She finally looked at him, eyes darting over his face worriedly.

“Are you sure? I don't wanna be a bother,” she frowned and the tugging in his chest got worse. That absolute fucker, Simon was gonna cave his face in if he ever saw him. Making her feel like some kind of burden to take care of. Taking what he wanted from her and leaving her high and dry. Making her feel like her needs weren’t important. 

“Just let me take care of you, sweetheart,” he implored, leaning down and rubbing the tip of his nose against hers affectionately. Her breathing hitched a little, hands splaying on his chest again as she closed her eyes. She seemed to like the little affectionate touch from him and he stored that away for later. She finally nodded and he smiled, happy he’d eased her worries. She had no use for them here, not with him. 

He moved back down her body, settling on his stomach between her parted thighs and he licked his lower lip at the sight. Despite the hitch they’d had in his plans, she was still sopping wet and he smoothed his hands up her soft thighs. He could see her breathing ragged, her hands by her sides, clutching the sheets she lay on. 

He placed a kiss on her thigh, enjoying the soft noise she made when he did. He was overwhelmed by so much being with her like this. She smelt divine. Not just the slick he’d caused but the smell of her skin. He felt like he was getting drunk off her as he kissed and nipped his way up her thigh, sucking on one area to leave a mark behind. She gasped and her hand went back to his head, her body wriggling on the bed a little. He hummed at the sight of the blooming mark, feeling satisfied with it as he continued his trail upwards. 

When he finally got to her cunt, he wasted no time, his patience well and truly thin. He gave her a long lick from her entrance to her clit and she let out a keening moan. He lapped at her clit for a moment, loving how she squirmed against his face before he latched onto it. 

“Simon!” she cried out desperately and he moaned against her, suckling harder at the little bundle of nerves as her body bucked and bowed. How neglected had this poor little pussy been? He hooked his arms around her thighs to keep her in place, sucking on her like a man starved as she gasped and moaned loudly, without care. She started chanting his name like some fervent prayer and he felt himself get lightheaded from the sensation, never thinking his name had sounded so fucking good. 

It didn’t take long to bring her to her second orgasm and he almost came himself at the noise she made, could hardly stop himself from rutting against the fucking bed to find some friction. He moved away from her, licking his lips greedily before kneeling back up to look at her. She had that blissed out look on her face again and a smug smirk tugged at his lips at the sight. 

“Ready for three?” he asked mischievously and she cracked her eyes open, blinking at him slowly. 

“I think you might have fucked the bones out of me. I’m not sure I can move,” she whined playfully and he chuckled. 

“You're doin’ wonders for my ego, sweetheart,” he grinned and she laughed lightly, looking at him with warm eyes. He moved to pull his boxers off then, shuffling himself out of them and tossing them somewhere. Her eyes drifted down to his painfully hard cock and they widened, darting back to his face.

“Will that even fit?” she asked incredulously and another chuckle rumbled in his chest. She really was doing wonders for his fucking ego. He moved to grab a condom out of the bedside drawer, tearing the wrapper open.

“Guess we’re about to find out,” he drawled, an impish smile on his face as he rolled the condom on and moved back to hover over her, propped up with one arm. 

His other hand grasped his throbbing cock and the excitement that ran through him was like nothing he’d ever experienced before. He rubbed the tip around her soaked entrance, gathering her slick, and he moaned softly. She already felt so fucking good and he wasn’t even inside of her yet. He idly wondered how she’d feel without the barrier of a condom. 

Her breathing was heavy, lips parted with desire shining through her blue hues at him. He locked eyes with her as he slowly started to push in and she gasped, hands digging into his shoulders as he let out a noise suspiciously like a whine. Fuck him sideways, she was so fucking tight. If he didn’t know any better, he’d have thought she was a fucking virgin. It was taking all of his self restraint not to just shove his cock into her until he was in all the way and he resorted to pulling out before dipping back in, pushing himself ever so slightly further to ease her open to him. She didn't look like she was in pain so he kept at it, pushing in a little further after pulling out each time. On the last one, they both let out moans as he finally sheathed himself in all the way.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he hissed, jaw lax and eyes shut as he tried to calm himself before he blew his load like a fucking teenager. He kissed her, needing to stay still for a moment and gather himself. The hand not propping him up grasped her jaw as his tongue tangled with hers slowly, tasting every inch of her. She moaned into the kiss, arms winding around his neck and he didn't think he’d ever felt so weightless before. 

He hadn't dared move for fear of not being able to control himself but he was caught off guard when she arched up at him, making him gasp against her lips. He broke the kiss, opening his eyes to look at her. She was flushed but her eyes had that cheeky glint to them he’d seen at the bus stop and he knew she’d done it on purpose. He started moving then, slowly at first as he allowed them both to adjust to the sensation.

“Feel so good, love,” he purred, resting his forehead on hers as she moaned, pushing back against him. He remembered her saying she liked guys being vocal in bed so he was sure not to hide any of the noises she was ripping from him as he started fucking into her a little faster, watching how her face lit up at each and every one. 

“Such a good girl for me, sweetheart. Takin’ my cock so well,” he moaned and she whined, hooking a leg up and over his hip and he almost shot his load at the angle change.

“Simon… Simon, please,” she begged helplessly, sounding like she wasn’t even sure what she was begging him for, but fuck if it didn’t turn him on more.

“Don’t worry, love, I got you,” he replied, moving a hand to slide under her lower back, just above her arse. He used it to tilt her pelvis just a little but the guttural moan he got from her told him it was enough. He was hitting that spot inside of her and the angle change had his pubic bone rubbing on her clit. She looked like she saw stars for a moment and he couldn't tear his eyes away from her, watching as she snapped like a rubber band by his hand. She was moaning and gasping, body writhing as she tightened like a vice around his cock and he couldn't hold himself back even if he wanted to at this point.

“Good girl, such a good girl,” he rambled through his lust filled haze, rutting into her harder and faster as he chased his own release. Didn't take him long to find it. He came with a deep moan, a wave of pure euphoria starting at his dick and spreading throughout his entire body, even the tips of this fucking toes. 

He’d never felt such a release before and he could barely catch his breath. He cupped her cheek, kissing her lazily as they both came down from their highs. He enjoyed the closeness, enjoyed the softness of the moment as he felt himself come back to earth. He didn't want to crush her, so reluctantly, he pulled out with a hiss, tying off the condom before tossing it in the bin near his bed and collapsing next to her. 

“Told you I’d get three outta you,” he smirked breathlessly and she snorted.

“I’m impressed and very, very satisfied,” she murmured, sounding half asleep. He glanced over at her, watching how she struggled to keep her eyes open.

“Glad to hear it,” he replied softly, rolling on his side, some subconscious need to be closer to her. She opened her eyes then, looking at him warily.

“Should I… Do you want me to leave?” she asked, sounding self conscious. He was reminded she wasn't used to this and to be honest, neither was he. He didn't bring girls back here for this very reason, because he’d want them to leave but didn't want to look like a right bastard. It was easier just to slip out of their place instead without them knowing. But looking at Charlotte, he didn't want her to leave and he found himself dumbstruck with the idea.

“No, you can stay…” he said quietly, “if you want,” he added quickly, suddenly concerned that maybe she’d asked if he wanted her to leave because she wanted to leave. She shook her head quickly though, putting his worries to rest.

“I’d like to stay,” she admitted shyly and he felt relief flood his system, a bright warmth kindling in his chest. 

He reached out, rolling her over to face him and she smiled, moving to snuggle up against his broad frame. She fit against him perfectly, face tucked under his head with her arms pressed against his chest. He slid one arm under the pillow under them so it wasn't in the way, his other slung over her waist, hand splayed on her back to keep her as close as possible. He’d never slept with someone before. When his usual partners fell asleep, he’d be wide awake, biding his time before he could rush out the door. He thought it would be more uncomfortable for him but it wasn't. It felt right. He allowed his body to relax with the feel of her soft and warm body in his arms, getting the best night sleep he’d ever fucking had.

[catgrassplantdad]

weekly tag wednesday! tagged by some sweeties @creepkinginc @deedala @energievie @arrowflier 💚

🔤 Name: jessie

🎶 Last song you listened to: setting sun by mutoid man. baby, we don't have much time....

🎵 Artist on Spotify giving you the feels right now: i've been spending a lot of time with the new howling giant album that came out on friday so i'll say them

👯‍♂️ Fave Blorbo Moment: right now i'm deep in some gallavich wedding feelings. like everything about the wedding. the planning, the florist scene, "i definitely love one," "look, i love you," "i should probably go dance with my husband." they literally got married......

🍟 Your guilty pleasure snack: no guilt here, but fuckin cheez its

��� What food are you craving today: i'm not hungry right now so it's hard to say

📖 Last fanfic tab you opened: real love baby by @sam-loves-seb so i can leave a comment. you've all been reading sam's work, right? get on that! sam rules, she absolutely slayed whumptober

🖌️ Favorite fic project you've created: it is impossible to choose, there are so many i'm proud of and my fave always changes. maybe i'll just cheat and hype up my latest offering. sleepy collared gentle d/s lovin' that i very much enjoyed writing and was very excited to share

👩🏼‍🎤 Next tattoo you want (or would consider if you're not a tattoo person): might just add to the big piece on my arm next. the artist had some stuff he wanted to add a while ago. i also was thinking of getting something between my tits soon. by soon i mean within the next couple of years lololol. i don't get tattooed often anymore.

🧐🆓 What's living in your head rent free this week: honestly? s2 of our flag means death. the silly stuff is delightful, the darker stuff early in the season was done brilliantly, the romance is so satisfying. i fucking love that show.

tagging @howlinchickhowl @gallawitchxx @heymrspatel @whatwouldmickeydo @whatthebodygraspsnot @gardenerian @thisdivorce @rereadanon @squidyyy23 @sam-loves-seb @squidyyy23 @too-schoolforcool @palepinkgoat @sleepyfacetoughguy @crossmydna @transmickey @tanktopgallavich @sickness-health-all-that-shit @7x10mickey @michellemisfit @auds-and-evens @mmmichyyy @ardent-fox if you guys feel like playing 💜

[ana-rends]

ok so i only purged a tiny bit, just to get enough out that i don't feel actively nauseous anymore, and then i showered, so at least i'm clean (╥_╥)

i'm at a point where i think purging might actually be better for me than,,, not? like, for all the side effects and consequences it has,,,,,,, the binging may in fact be so much worse. not that i'd ever make my diet a b/p cycle, but,,,,, binging until i feel sick and then letting it sit in me and not being able to eat anything that has any nutritional value becuz i keep filling up on candy is so so so fucking bad. but who knows lololol

anyway mom is out overnight from tomorrow so,,,,, we're gonna try restarting. 1st july babey let's get this rice cake (i can't have bread) <- might post this alone actually that's funny as shit, don't steal please (ಥ⌣ಥ)

also might try to clean up some of the post-three-week-long-binge trash tonight, and i have my first therapy session tomorrow so it might be funny to make a timeline of my life/trauma to whip out to scare her and give her a brief insight into the next 8 sessions lololol

[sharksa-shivers]

Snowy chatting lol

(Sharksty time, we ready lmao?)

(We see it's a snowy night on the pier and Sharky and Kristy are both bundled up and walking together.)

Sharky:(fixing his hat, pulling it down a bit)Man, colder then i thought it was gonna be honestly…

Kristy:(nudging against him)Yeah but you're pretty warm to me though…

Sharky:(amused)I could say the same thing about you hehehe…But uhhh, seriously though, being cold blooded isn't really doing me any favors…

Kristy:(questioning, we see Sharky move over to the railing to look at the ocean and Kristy follows)Wait, you're cold blooded? Really? I thought you were warm blooded? Or…(smiles embarrassed)I guess maybe i don't know, uh…What's the difference between warm and cold blooded?

Sharky:(explaining)So i'm cold blooded so that means that my body temperature varys depending on the environment…Sooooooo(pulls out phone)It's like 28 degrees out right now so internally, that's what my body temp is. You on the other hand, since you're human, you're warm blooded so your body temp stays the same pretty much no matter what…I guess if you're sick? I can't remember heh…

Kristy:(a bit concerned)So…You must really be cold then, i'm sorry dude, i didn't know!

Sharky:(laughing a bit)Kris, it's fine! Please don't worry, i'd say something if it was really wrong hahahah! The clothes honestly help right now and cuz i'm a blue shark, i kinda have a higher tolerance to the cold yknow? Gotta be able to not freeze when you're swimmin and stuff ya feel me? Kinda would make hunting and survival pretty hard if i just froze heh…

Kristy:(a bit relieved)So you're okay then? I don't needa worry?

Sharky:(amused)Nah, i'm good. Which i'm glad for. I love winter, i love snow, i love the atmosphere…It's all so pretty and peaceful so i'm glad i get to enjoy it…(looking over, smiles)Especially with you tuskuda… -------------------- ...Wow, on one hand, can't believe i am actively posting Sharksty content now cuz i didn't think i'd be able to for years...I still dunno if it's a good idea but lmao, again, too late to uno reverse this so might as well embrace it!! Also...Cuz it's a word that comes up alot; Tuskuda=Seasetic for sweetheart Tuskuda is a word they both use alotttttttttt on each other lol. Tus=sweet Kuda=Heart So...Tuskuda=sweetheart. :3 Also i just...God, they're adorbs lmao, i hope peeps get to love it as much as i do because holy shit, the marshmallow fluff energy radiating off these two...They like snuggle and cuddle and are soft uwu like constantlyyyyy and i fucking adore it so much lololol...

[rosemariad]

Supernatural Season 11 Part 1

So the consequence of last season's tomfoolery is the unleashing of the darkness, as per Death's explanation before he got sliced by Dean (I'm still not over how easy it was to take down such an ancient OP character)

And the darkness is a chick?! Whaaaaaaaaaaa-

Billie starts out in season 11 - okay - I know she's an enemy but I'm a fan of hers. She's sooo beautiful!!!! I love her look!!!! She ain’t takin’ no shit from the Winchesters either. That is a woman I can get behind - sowwwwwwwwwwwwy lol.

Why does Cas have to get fucked up yet again?!?!?!?! Why did Rowena turn him in an attack dog, damn!

The darkness unleashed some sort of virus ala The Crazies - 'member that movie (both original and remake)

The baby we find at the beginning of the season becomes the vessel for the darkness - she grew up so fast lol. Poor baby tho and her family 🥺

Rowena really tried starting a new coven 🤣 the name was soooo corny Mega Coven, really?! 🤣

I'm glad the sick/crazed Cas stuff is over but its only a matter of time before something else goes wrong with him. It's like the only reason he's kept around cuz lord knows the showrunners don't care about Destiel 🙃

Meanwhile the darkness is out and about as a little girl who's eating a healthy dose of humans, then demons, then humans again, totally unimpressed by Crowley and his shit 🤣

We have to see Metatron again ugh!!! Can someone kill him already?!?!?!?!

He really thought Cas was afraid. Child please. He's angry and he has so many reasons to be, between getting cockblocked by Sam and others, cockteased by Dean, having to compete with Crowley and women for Dean's attention (though where are the women, or is it all about AmaraxDean this season?), getting hated on by Heaven, getting cursed by Rowena and fucked over by Metatron personally and more than once, of course duh!

Sam! Poor baby thought God was speaking to him but it was the devil all along. He wants out of the cage and needs Sam to do it cuz another consequence of the darkness fiasco is the cage weakened some. Shame we didn't get to see Michael or Adam 🙃 (it was a great opportunity to bring back the apocalypse stuff from season 5, but oh well, that's what fanfiction's for!)

So instead of Sam who stands up to this bully, Castiel ends up busting him out (Cas baby no!)

Dean thinks Cas is fine, Dean when is Cas ever fine?! He hasn't been fine since he started helping you stupid!!!!!!! I guess Dean says that cuz he needs Cas to be fine, but my God the powers of Dean's denial are so strong!!!!!

Why Cas, why would you give yourself over to the devil 😭 and he was so passive. He only intervened when Lucifer was choking the shit outta Sam and decided oh wait Sam can’t die Dean would hate me forever I must intercede smh.

I have to say the line “grim face of angelic constipation” made me chuckle XD

That episode was pointless though since the supposed hand of God was useless and those people met their fate anyway - shoutout to that crew and the Woman of Letter Delfine - they were heroes. A somber end having Dean sat on his lonesome at the dock.

Sam watchu mean Cas won’t come back willingly - and abandon his sweet Dean. Never! He’s only doing it for Dean in the first place!!! Cuz the only alternative was for the devil go into Sam and there was no way they were gonna let that happen - though it would have made for an interesting season!

Another guy Dean goes Gaga over tho I’m not sure if its him being a fan or something else 😉 lololol

So we meet Eileen this season - she was awesome! She suffered no fools and took no prisoners lol. Almost killed Sam fucking Winchester. Talk about a meet-cute gone brutal 😂

It was nice to see Bobby and Rufus again - especially at Rufus’ savage top form, busting Bobby and everyone else’s balls 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 when he demanded Bobby tell the truth instead of whatever story he was gonna say to seem cool 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

When he sees that family together at the end 😭 what a softie.

Dean got to see Bobby again…awwwww but it turns out this episode (at least the parts that Bobby and Rufus were in) was during season 4 - and Dean was a prissy bitch! So rude, entitled and ungrateful. Bobby shouldn’t have had to put up with that!

Sam got shot but I wasn’t worried! We got 4 more seasons, he ain't going anywhere. But Dean was losing his mind again…Jesus honey there’s more to life than your baby bro! I mean I understand - he raised this boy, invested so much but this shit ain't healthy. He committed suicide to talk to a reaper who’s told him in no uncertain terms that if the Winchesters die she’s gonna keep them that way. Did he really think she’d be willing to cut him a deal? Hell nah. He’s lucky that doctor was good at his job! And that Sam swooped in and saved the day, survivor that he is!

That poor woman at the end though, so devoid of hope, just like Dean will be in a few seasons (yeah I know about that shit. I’ll address it when I finally watch those episodes).

Speaking of Dean losing hope - he works with Crowley & Rowena to try to save Cas. Why does Sam keep saying Cas ain’t coming back - you don’t know - we’re not in season 15 - lemme stop

The way Dean kept calling out to Cas - poor bby. Of course the devil mocked him, what a dick!

Crowley tried to help too, got beat up by the devil (again) for his trouble. Cas c’mon stand up to the son of a bitch!

Amara came busting in like the baddest of bitches - didn’t break a sweat when the devil attacked her.

Cesar & Jesse - ugh I loved them!!!!! We need more Latinos in this show!!! They won’t be back since they apparently retired but good for them! They got the fuck out!

Lol when Dean assumed they were brothers - they look nothing alike Dean 🤣🤣🤣🤣

When Dean asked what it was like - 2 tough, swole men together like that - why you curious Dean 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣

They were really trying to recruit them - I was like oh heeeeell noooooo don’t wrap them up in your shit they’re 2 innocent sexy bears - you leave them alone!!!!! We don’t need to befriend more people to have them die for the Winchesters - enough is enough! I’m still not over Kevin. That poor bby.

Part 2 incoming!

[always-me-meha]

Short story time! I once had a psychotic break while on a road trip in 2020 with my ex bestfriend. Basically it ended on the way home with me hiding in this field off the highway and the popo had to come get me out, let's just say I made them run for their money LOLOL

Read for more.

Ps. They drugged me in an ambulance and brought me to the city hospital where they THOUGHT it was meth induced (I never touched that shit back then) and I tried to leave cause noone was telling me wtf is going on and where I was and they fucking man handled me as I kicked and screamed and then strapped me down to the bed. It was awful.

Anywho a test was proved I was indeed sober besides some Marijuana and they sent me to mental ward or this adult intake or whatever before the ward haha and bam I was diagnosed bipolar 1 with psychotic features and a cannabis disorder lololol I was sopost to stay for 3 weeks but idk if they ran out of room and thought my parents could handle me better so the folks came and rescued me about a week in hahahaha

Prior to all this ... . I think I lost it at the beginning of our road trip but I had it in my head I had to make sure she got to Edmonton safely to see her dad..... and gawd she was so sick of me by that point. Cause of my weird behaviour and everything. Like examples. Believing my dad died . Believing I died and I became a grim reaper hahaha I believed certain people were pedos.... or all related in some way. There were us special people located in ev3ry province, and lastly this boy that stole my soul I thought were were connected some how and had powers. I'm sure there was more but that's all I can remember atm.

What also went down in that field is I crawled and hid cause I wanted her to LEAVE, she just stayed their parked for 2 hrs. I layed writing in my journal believing everything I wrote would come true (I'm sad I lost that journal there lol) i through my phone in the swamp pocket beside me. I seen 2 people walking theyed slowly be very close each time I popped my head up and then be far away. Eventually I seem a flashing green light is what made me get up and wave them down haha then when they got there i took it as a sign they could help me find this missing person I was concerned about..... the cops were asking me like a dog 'where is he *******' and I bent over and started digging and THATS how they caught me lol cuffed me and threw me in a hot ass car. Where a doctor was in the back talking to me I THINK...

End of story haha

Oh oh as for my bestfriend... idek she basically told me to stop telling stories (idk weeks after all this) and to stay away from her family. So I did.

[rinhaler]

Hi hi babyyyyyy!!! :D ❤️ I’m so glad u got to go outside today!!!! Yippeeeeeee!!! Those little merry go rounds are so much fun heheh we have one for the kiddos the first time my son got on it he literally went 😵‍💫 it was so funny lmfao

…..fucking 2D men in the grass haunts my mind on the daily o.o I read this zoro fic one time abt him and reader getting nasty in a flower field…real hot shit

Omgggg noooo sad miu :( but she’s a pretty crier oh my lawd i still want her!!! And the sneak peek to the ino fic I’m so excited ur also the one who converted me to an ino fucker!!! heheheh ur so right abt him being butt ass naked with the beanie still on lololol

I hope the rest of ur day goes wonderfully, I’m so glad ur feeling a bit better!! MWAHHHHH 💖🧋

omg ur son is me I felt so sick while I went on it! i wasn't even spinning around i just sat on it and the slight movement had me like 🤢 and the tyre swing got replaced with a new one bc it got stolen LMAO it's not a tire anymore but it's so HARD my ass hurt like a mf so I went home pretty quickly LMAO

ZORO IS SO HOT PLSSSSS he was my first anime crush (i think ive deff mentioned this before, bart has 6 cool sayings). That is so hot though when will it be MEEEEE??? I say as if I wouldn't hate it, I'd probably feel a spider or an ant and start screaming it would be hellish LMAO

and miu :((( she found out her bf fucked her best friend 😭 she'll be okay tho the hoes r lining up for her LMAO. I'm so excited to finish the Ino fic!!! Trying to take my time with it but I think if I focus I'll probably get it finished in a few days! My bf is visiting tomorrow tho so we'll see. WHOEVER CAME IN MY INBOX TALKING ABOUT INO HAS A LOT TO ANSWER FOR I THINK THEY TURNED A LOT OF US INTO INO FUCKERS LMFAOOOO HE'S SO FIIIIINE

I hope ur having a lovely day :3 always good to hear from u hehehe 💕

[glitterandsalt]

🔪🔪🔪🤬 I can always tell when I'm in the hormone wave of A Period bc my nipples get stupid sensitive suddenly

should be getting Depo in Nov at the dr appt. I already asked and they won't provide it as an emergency meds request like I can with my MH meds, but that's so far away and I entered September having a period so lololol I'm fucking sick of this shit like plz get this malfunctioning fleshbag out of me

[the-cult-of-riley]

Sleeping With Ghosts (Act One: Chapter Nine)

Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Female OC

[[Masterlist]]

A/N: Don’t mind me just being an absolute slut for Simon Riley lmao I know you’re all with me on that one lololol

Nine Inch Nails - We’re In This Together

I've become impossible

Holding on to when

When everything seemed to matter more

The two of us

All used and beaten up

Watching fate

As it flows

Down the path

We have chose

You and me

We're in this together now

None of them can stop us now

We will make it through somehow

You and me

If the world should break in two

Until the very end of me

Until the very end of you

Awake to the sound as they peel apart the skin

They pick and they pull

Trying to get their fingers in

Well, they've got to kill what we found

Well, they've got to hate what they fear

Well, they've got to make it go away

Well, they've got to make it disappear

The farther I fall I'm beside you

As lost as I get I will find you

The deeper the wound I'm inside you

For ever and ever I am a part of

You and me

We're in this together now

None of them can stop us now

We will make it through somehow

You and me

If the world should break in two

Until the very end of me

Until the very end of you

All that we were is gone we have to hold on

All that we were is gone we have to hold on

When all our hope is gone we have to hold on

All that we were is gone but we can hold on

You and me

We're in this together now

None of them can stop us now

We will make it through somehow

You and me

Even after everything

You're the queen and I'm the king

Nothing else means anything

Simon's fingers drummed restlessly on the table, his eyes lazily drifting around the cafe as he just people watched and drowned in his own thoughts. It was normal for him to turn up at her work now, every day he'd meet her at the end of her shift and go back with her. He didn't stay at hers every night, didn't want to smother the poor girl. The more time he spent with her meant more chance of her getting sick of him and he wasn't about to push his luck. But seeing her every day was soothing to him, something that he yearned for while he was at base. 

It was Friday and as usual, he'd be staying at hers. He'd been let off work early though so he got to the cafe earlier than normal and decided to just go in. He'd been greeted with a smile and a kiss when he'd turned up and she'd offered him a meal on the house but he hadn't been hungry. A coke sat in front of him, courtesy of Charlotte because he had to order something to be able to take up a table. But now anxiety was prickling at him as he sat there and he tried to ignore it. He was about to do something he hadn't done with her yet, which was ask her for something specific in bed. 

He felt like he'd misled her a little if he was honest. She acted like he was some sort of sex god and part of him understood after their first ever conversation and the fact that he'd blow her mind on a regular basis. It wasn't through experience though, it was more the raw and primal passion and desire he felt for her that he just followed and allowed to take over. It was instinctual. Most of the shit he did, he'd picked up from porn, something he used to watch in copious amounts as teenager after he found his father's hidden stash. 

He wasn’t a virgin, of course he fucking wasn't. When he was on leave from deployment, he tried to get laid at least once just because it hit differently than doing it himself with his hand. Kept his head on right. Because he never went back to the same person more than once, it meant his number of sexual partners overall was a bit higher than average, but again it was misleading. The sex was always fast and rushed and he never really got to explore anything, never really got to try all the kinky shit he'd watched that had his blood running hot. 

But now he had a pretty little minx in his life who was going through her own sexual awakening. It had ignited something within himself. He'd already been trying stuff he'd seen, enjoying himself and enjoying how much she loved all the shit he was doing, but she had no idea it was his first time trying these things, probably thought he'd done it all the time. And now the cat would be out of the bag because there was something he really fucking wanted to try but it was a bit much to just spring on her. He wanted to be a gentleman and at least fucking ask the poor girl before he went for it. 

He was nervous about her reaction if he was honest. Although it hadn't been true, his ego had seriously enjoyed her thinking he was some sex god and he worried it would turn her off him. He knew deep down though he should tell her and not just to be polite about what he wanted. He didn't like the thought of misleading her, made him feel dirty from the inside out. So he'd be honest with her, open up another part of himself and hope it wouldn't make her run for the hills. 

He sipped at his coke as he watched her flit around the place with that pretty smile on her face. She was so beautiful it fucking hurt sometimes, like a moth burning to death as it flew into the light. He shifted uncomfortably as his mind kept supplying images of what the night might bring if she agreed to his plan. It had been something he'd seen once in one of his dad's dodgy VHSs and it had stuck with him all these years. There had been something so primally pleasing to watch about it and the idea of being the one to experience it had his cock jumping in excitement. Just as he'd necked the rest of his coke, Charlotte came bounding over with a smile before plonking heavily into the seat opposite him.

“Sylvie's give me the rest of the shift off so we can leave now,” she smiled, resting her chin on her hand as she eyed him. It was a look he was getting familiar with and one that told him she might not know his plans but she knew they were going to get up to something and she was ready. 

“Before we go… I uh… when we get back, there's somethin' I want to try,” he admitted, glancing at her through his lashes. He didn't need to elaborate too much as a sly smirk curled at her lips, excitement sparkling behind her eyes. 

“What is it?” She asked eagerly, wriggling in her seat. 

“I'll tell you when we get back to yours. I haven't… I've never done it before,” he murmured and she tilted her head, looking at him funny. 

“Hard to believe you haven't tried everything,” she snorted and he swallowed thickly as he felt his cheeks heat up ever so slightly. 

“I haven't tried much, Lottie. Hard to try stuff when I never go back to the same person twice,” he admitted bashfully. Was weird, wasn't it? Admitting he slept about and yet was inexperienced at the same time. She gasped, a hand flying to her chest as she leaned in over the table more. 

“Are you telling me that Simon Riley is a slut?” She asked cheekily, eyes dancing with mischief as he gave her a deadpan look. He had to admit though he was glad she wasn’t upset with the news. 

“If that's what you wanna call me. But sex before… it was just rushed… just a need I had sometimes, like a chore. With you it's different. You're the first person I've gone back to. First-… All the stuff we've done have been firsts for me,” he knew he was blushing a disgusting amount because the tips of his ears felt like someone was taking a lighter to them. Her eyes softened as she looked at him, really looked at him, and then she reached out across the table and took his hand. She pulled it over the table and nuzzled it, giving him a soft smile. 

“Honestly… it makes me feel a bit better knowing I'm not the only one. You're just so good at it that I presumed you did this stuff all the time. But I like that we're having these firsts together,” her sweet words made his body sag in relief. 

She hadn't judged him nor had she run for the hills. He'd admit he liked it too, the idea of them both exploring this together. Stuff like that takes trust and he'd never trusted anyone enough before her. With his embarrassing admission out of the way, the pair left to go back to hers. He could have told her what he had in mind but he didn't want to have that conversation in a public cafe, it was bad enough the conversation they'd already had. 

When they got to her place, he dropped another bomb on her the second they got through the door. 

“Pack a bag, were goin' to mine,” he didn't really ask but he knew she wouldn't mind anyway. She looked at him, tilting her head slightly. “There's somethin' there you don't have,” he elaborated vaguely and her eyes narrowed. He could see the cogs whirring about in her head as she tried to piece the puzzle together, tried to figure out what might be coming her way. While he'd love to surprise her with it, it was something they'd never done and required trust on her part to allow him to do what he wanted to do, so he knew telling her first was a must. At least for this first time and he really hoped there would be many more. 

He sauntered over to her, hooking a finger under her chin and tilting her head up at him. She flashed him a pretty smile that was different to the ones she’d give to the patrons of the cafe. This one was special and he'd only ever seen her wear it for him. He leaned down and stole a kiss from her, tender and slow. She hummed softly, her hands bunching into his top as she pressed herself close to him. When he broke the kiss, he placed one on the tip of her nose, delighting in the way her face scrunched up in a giggle. 

“The thing I wanna try… saw it once on tape and I… You don't have to if you don't want to, yeah? Want you to know that,” he gave her a stern look because he knew what a people pleaser the girl was. He wouldn't get any joy out of it if she had a horrible time. 

“What is it?” She asked curiously, sneaking her hands up his top to smooth up his bare chest. He brought his own hand to her throat and he brushed his thumb over the delicate flesh there, eyes watching the movement like he was in a trance. 

“Wanna fuck your throat,” he replied in a low voice as arousal gripped him tight. He saw her eyes darken before she blinked rapidly as if to clear a sudden haze that had taken over her. She was looking up at him all doe eyed and it had his heart beating faster against his ribcage. 

“I'd like that,” she murmured almost breathlessly and her words drew a low moan from him. Such a good girl for him as always. 

“Yeah?” He asked, feeling like he was being sucked into a black hole as he stared at her. A smile curled her lips that looked almost angelic in a twisted way. It was the kind of smile that made need shoot through him at a painful rate. 

“Mhm,” she swiped her tongue over her top teeth and his eyes followed the movement before darting back to her eyes. The angelic smile turned devilish and he forgot how to breathe for a moment. 

“So… what's at your place that I don't have?’ she asked and he knew her well enough to know she was fucking eager to get on with it, wondered why he was making her wait. 

“There's a specific way I wanna do it, involves the dinin’ table,” he supplied and her brows rose, a sly grin on her lips. 

“Now I'm really curious,” she snorted and he smiled down at her, pecking her lips before he moved away. 

“Hurry your arse up then and pack your bag,” he ordered and she was off like a shot. He watched in amusement as she stuffed things carelessly in her bag in record speed before coming back over to him.

“Done!” she grinned. He shook his head fondly, taking her bag from her shoulder and putting it on his instead and her smile widened. 

“Such a gentleman,” she teased as he opened the door with a roll of his eyes and a chuckle. 

Simon hadn’t ever enjoyed riding the bus before. Was always too packed full of annoying people and sometimes the odd fucker wanted to speak to him. He enjoyed the bus ride back to his though with Charlotte pressed into his side and his arm slung around her shoulders. She was a pretty girl, even if she didn't really see it, even if she didn't notice some of the looks she’d get from passers by or people on the bus. He noticed though and he felt a smug pride that he was the one she was snuggled up to, the one she was going home with. She stayed glued to his side until they got into his apartment. It really didn't feel as homey as Charlotte’s which is why he loved being at her place all the time instead. He definitely preferred it over his place.

“Just give us a minute,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her temple before he went over to the bathroom. He rummaged around for a moment before sauntering out with a large fluffy towel.

“Fuckin’ hell,” he muttered, eyes taking in the sight before him. In what felt like mere seconds that he was in the bathroom, she’d got herself completely naked and was standing near the dining table with an impish grin on her face. It was times like this when he wondered if she was real or a figment of his imagination.

“Where do you want me?” she asked casually, as if she wasn't standing there in her birthday suit giving him one hell of a view. There were a lot of answers to that question but that wasn't really what she was asking right now and he cleared his throat, trying to force his eyes to stay on her face as he walked over. He rolled out the towel on the dining table and tapped it.

“Hop on, love,” he smirked. She glanced at the table before back at him, moving to sit on it. He guided her to lay down, loving how pliable she was for him, allowing him to manoeuvre her to his desire. He put her on her back before standing at the head of the table. He grabbed the tops of her arms and tugged gently until her head was dangling off the table. 

“Well… this is interesting,” she remarked wryly and he snorted as he started to peel off his own clothes. His cock was already up and willing with the delicious view he had and knowing what he was about to do. 

“You need to breathe through your nose durin’ this, alright? And if you need me to stop, just tap my hip three times,” he insisted. He knew just what she was like and he didn't need her passing out or worse because she didn't want to tell him she didn't like it or needed to breathe.

“Ah, yes. I won't be able to use the safeword when I’m choking on your huge cock,” even upside down he could see her mischievous smirk and his lips tugged up. How could he help it when she stroked his ego like that?

“I mean it, Charlotte. At any point if you wanna stop, you don't like it or you just need a break, you need to let me know. I won't be upset. It's important that you're havin’ fun too,” he said firmly, making sure she really got the point. 

“Yes, sir,” she grinned and he shook his head as he resisted the urge to flick her on the head. She reached a hand out, catching him off guard as she grasped his cock and he moaned. 

“Come onnnn!” she whined, that pretty little body of hers writhing on the table impatiently as she stroked his cock like it would speed it up. He did enjoy working her up so much. 

“Such a needy girl for me,” he murmured darkly and she let out a little noise, squeezing his cock and making him gasp. He swatted her hand away and she pouted upside down at him. 

“Open wide, love,” he smirked and she complied. 

His body felt like it was on fire already at finally getting to try this out for himself and he slowly slid himself into her mouth. He wanted to ease her into it, knowing things would get a bit rough, so he allowed her to suck him off normally, albeit upside down, for a bit, loving how warm and wet her mouth was around him. She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, ripping a loud moan from him as his hands went to cup the back of her head. She was making little noises like she was happy to be pleasing him this way and it only heightened his pleasure more. 

He started to take control back, gently thrusting into her mouth at first and she quickly go the hint, allowing herself to relax around him. Her hands moved to his hips, bracing herself for what was to come. He was careful at first, every so often, pushing in further and feeling her throat spasm around him. The sensation was fucking wonderful, as was the sight he had. Every time he forced his dick down her throat, at the angle she was, he could see the bulge in her throat. That's what had fascinated him all those years ago as a teenager, it brought out something so primal in him to see it and he never thought he’d get to experience it for real, yet here he was. 

Part of him was trying not to hurt her, being too gentle because he was worried she wouldn't like it or he’d harm her in some way, but he’d made it clear what he wanted and she seemed to have enough of his gentleness. She smacked his hip, only once, but he still pulled out of her quicker than lightning as he worried something was wrong.

“What is it?” he asked quickly, eyes scanning her as she took a few deep breaths.

“Stop going easy on me. I want you to be rough, Simon. I want you to use me,” she pleaded, moving her head up slightly to look at him properly.

“You sure?” he asked carefully. Obviously she was, she’d already agreed to it but there was still that barrier there that didn't want to take it too far.

“I’m positive,” she insisted and he could tell by looking at her she was indeed serious. 

It was all he needed, the green light to really go to town and fuck, he was going to enjoy himself. He slid himself back inside of her waiting mouth, hands on the back of her head as he started thrusting again. This time they were faster and harsher, hitting the back of her throat every single time and the noises that came out of him felt like they were coming from someone else. He felt like he was having some holy outer body experience. 

She moaned around him, causing a moan of his own to leave his lips and his eyes darted from the bulge in her throat to see her playing with herself with one hand. The sight made him gasp, bucking into her throat harshly as he bared his teeth. He felt like a wild animal, chasing the high that felt like it was in sight but not close enough to reach. He tore his eyes away from her playing with her clit and back to her throat, mesmerised by the sight of his cock so far down and he growled, feeling on the precipice of his climax. 

One hand was still on the back of her head as he brought the other to her throat, touching himself through her skin. He wrapped his hand around her throat with a moan, applying a small amount of pressure but it was enough to cause a jolt of pure unadulterated pleasure to shoot through his veins. He worried then he was doing too much and retracted his hand, only to have her shake her head frantically at him. His thrusts faltered for a second before he put his hand back and she nodded, letting him know she liked it with a pretty little moan. With one last squeeze of her throat, a primal moan tore from his chest, low and guttural as he shot his load down her throat. He thrust a few more times before he slipped out of her and she gasped, her chest heaving as she sucked in greedy breaths. Even though he felt like he suddenly had no bones, he made a move to push her back on the table properly, not wanting her head to dangle for much longer. 

“Fuckin’... Jesus Christ,” he muttered as his high still made his head fuzzy and delightful. 

“Did you enjoy it?” she asked him and he looked at her and the little smile on her face.

“I did… did you?” he asked carefully as he ran a hand through her hair. 

“I did. I’d like to do it again some time,” she smiled. Her words made him happy and not just at the prospect of doing it again sometime. He was glad she’d enjoyed it too, he’d gain no pleasure out of making her do stuff she didn't like. 

“Your turn, love,” he smirked lazily, pulling her to sit. She looked confused at him but he tugged her to the bedroom, making his way to the bed before he moved to lay on his back.

“Take a seat,” he flashed her a wicked grin as he gestured to his face and her eyes widened, her cheeks turning a bright shade of pink.

“You want me to… on your face?” she asked. She sounded unsure but he also detected a hint of excitement in her voice.

“I do,” he said sincerely, gesturing with his hand again. 

She smiled shyly, nibbling her lower lip as she climbed on the bed. She shuffled to near his face before slinging a leg over him and the sight he had was fucking glorious. Oh, how many times he’d thought about doing this. She hovered there, unsure of herself, so he took matters into his own hands and grabbed her arse cheeks, pulling her down onto him. She yelped in surprise and he moaned, diving right in as he started lapping at her soaked cunt. His eyes were up and on that pretty face, watching as her mouth fell open with a moan and she gripped the headboard. 

His fingers dug into the flesh of her arse cheeks, thoroughly enjoying himself as he started fucking her with his tongue. She started grinding on his face, instinct taking over and his poor spent dick twitched pathetically as heat spread through his body like wildfire. His nose was brushing against her clit with her movements and he aided her, using his hands to guide her. He wanted all of it, wanted her to fucking smother him with her delectable pussy so he could die a happy man. 

“Simon…” he loved the way his name fell off her tongue, like a plea or a prayer, full of reverence. Loved the way he got her inhibitions to lower as she felt comfortable enough to rub her cunt on his face unabashed. He knew how much his little minx loved her clit being played with and he moved her so his mouth could suck on it. She cried out, a delighted moan echoing in his room and bouncing off the walls. He suckled on it like a man starved and her thighs started shaking around his head. When she finally came, her moan was choked, her body stiffening and convulsing for a few moments before it went lax. She moved off him quickly, no doubt worried about smothering him or some shite like that and then collapsed in the bed next to him. She looked completely blissed out, chest heaving as she lay there.

“That was… wow,” she breathed heavily, a dreamy smile overtaking her face that filled his chest with pride. He helped manoeuvre her to lay right, her head on the pillow next to him as he lay on his side to face her. She gave him a smile that made his stomach feel all weird and he reached out, brushing her hair from her face. 

“You're beautiful, love,” he murmured, unable to keep it to himself when he was faced with such an angelic sight. She looked surprised by his complement and her cheeks flushed furiously. She honestly looked like she didn't know what to do with herself with his words and he took pity on her when he scooped her up and pulled her closer to him. She instantly hid her face in his neck. He couldn't believe the night he had. He was glad he’d been honest with her, it was a relief to have all his cards on the table about his inexperience and it had worked out well. Seeing her with his cock bulging through her fucking throat was a sight he wouldn't forget any time soon.

[onlyseokmins]

Currently thinking about good little church boy Shua who waits for marriage but you make it so hard for him (hehe literally) you always look so pretty in your Sunday dresses and helping with the little kids he just wants you. So once you two do get married he wants to fuck you anywhere and everywhere. All. The. Time.

Ngl I woke up at 7am w/ 4 hrs of sleep, read shua!church boy 👀 and flopped back to sleep BUT now that I'm wide awake and actually read it I'm like omfkgkdooeoeoeoe this is so Joshua??? Haven't stopped thinking abt this all morning tbh &lt;3

NAUR bc I think it'd be sooo cute how in love with you he is and also you're not even trying to seduce him. Seriously. You love and respect your boyfriend-turned-fiancé and how could you refuse when those sparkly does eyes when he asked if you'd help with the Sunday school class and nursery at the local church. Nevertheless his heart (and cock lol) can't help but swell at the way the children flock to you. Tugging at the hem of your dress so you can lean down and let them whisper their tiny secrets that seem so big to them in your ear. When you see him approaching, you're all smiles, taking his hand in yours as the children dance around and giggle at "big adult relationships" and Joshua thinks he's the luckiest man in the _world 😉

But you're soooo right omg. He'd be insatiable. Holy shit. Once he gets a taste of the heaven between your legs and your body against his, oh boy. Making memories now means making love as well. Your friends know better than to look for you if you're missing (Seungcheol found you in his sister's bed... It was all a total misunderstanding don't worry). They don't fail to tease you though. Because even if the intention is pure, Joshua absolutely can't keep his hands off of you - whether it's an arm wrapped around your shoulder, his hand on your waist, fingers intertwined together - he's gonna have you close.

He's also really sentimental. Revisiting all the places you've had your dates before you were married. But this time - he wants to add to the delicate memories with sinful actions.

Instead of bobbing for apples, you're kneeling on his jacket in the ferris wheel as it approaches the top, his cock deep down your throat. You're sure the operator doesn't believe Joshua's story of you getting sick but that's what it'll have to be.

Common courtesy entails that Joshua cannot fuck you on the picnic benches where he bought you ice cream after your first date. But he can slide his long fingers into you in his car, licking them clean afterward and saying you're even tastier than the sweet chocolate flavor.

He's also not a fan of actually fucking in the church... But no one said the parking lot didn't count. Joshua loves car sex ig fjkdks. Pulling into the empty lot at night, grabbing at your hips, and seating you right on his cock. That night he's even a little more insatiable, fully cumming inside you (with your permission ofc) TWICE and makes sure you take in every single drop.

Perhaps the way his mind drifts to Sunday mornings (lololol) of you surrounded by the kids mixed with the lustful haze of you begging him to fill you up riles him up more than he'd like to admit. But if the two of you do decide to have some little one of your own, it may have been because of that night 🤭

[robinruns]

Ok, let's see if I can get my thoughts from this weird ass day out of my head

I slept hard last night. Like I woke up enough at 6 to turn off my alarm, then half an hour later heard Kyle's alarm. I struggled to get going so I didnt go in early to do any overtime. When I got to work, I realized I left my phone at home. I don't think I woke up fully until 9:30. I had a meeting at 11 am and oof.

So my work does this wellness program and we didn't get the highest score this year because they now include mental health policies as a portion of the score. I brought up that it would be nice if we had designated mental health days, or clarity in the sick time policy that allows for taking time off due to mental health reasons.

Boomer Coworker: Well I could say it's really nice out and I need a mental health day on the golf course lololol

Me: I have days where I struggle to get out of bed due to depression, but I do because I'm not physically ill so I don't feel like I can call in. Sometimes my anxiety is so bad I'm feeling physically ill, but I don't feel like I can leave. Having a definitive policy that allows for time off for mental health reasons would be really helpful.

Coworker with a Brain: Thank you for sharing all that, we'll take that to (HR lady) and see what we can do

BC: Oh yea we can do that, I'm not totally heartless

No buddy, I know you're not, but you're a bit thick headed sometimes. I sent a follow up after the meeting to the coworker who has common sense and said if they want any opinions or input from someone that is Actually Mentally Ill, I'd be more than happy to help. I shouldn't have to put my fucking diagnoses out on the table to have what I'm saying be taken seriously, but here we are.

Then I went home for lunch, Kyle had the episode of IASIP where they're trying to get in to the World Series on and when he finished his work call said "I put this on because the regular channel had baseball on." He didn't see the irony until I pointed it out later.

Afternoon was super fast since I left early for therapy. I'm glad that we're not beating around the bush and just straight up saying the root of my problems is my non existent self worth. My "homework" for this time is to watch a YouTube video and come up with a list of consequences for things that don't have obvious consequences, such as "when I don't take the time to put away laundry, I end up feeling like shit and it exacerbates my already bad mental health."

The thing is, what consequence is there if I don't? Ha, suck on that Jordyn!!

God I wish I loved myself

ANYWAY!!!

We then went to McDonalds for dinner and got Adult Happy Meals again, we've gotten 2 of the 4 (5?) Toys so far. I dunno if we're gonna try to collect them all but getting chicky nugs from McDonalds is so much easier than making dinner.

Then I laid on the couch and thought about how I should be editing a fic with the change to the backstory that I came up with recently. And watched more IASIP. And now I'm in bed.

[twstwonderlandstuff]

it's not fair I want silver to have this oh shit, I'm in love awakening w/ Valie (who already knows he's in love w/ Silver and is aggressively flirting but keeps on getting rejected cuz silver's so oblivious)

i need this to be the meme

"are you... flirting with me?"

"have been for the past 8 months, but thanks for noticing."

and he gets uncharacteristically red everytime valie walks in and then valie gets confused and it becomes the whole misundestanding shtick

'ey yo wtf is wrong w/ silver? naur why he red like that is he sick?'

'wdym OHHHH OHOHHOOHOHOHO' [this is lilia]

silver relives all the times valencia's aggresively pursued him and is all oh. shit. oh shit. oh god OHMYSEVEN and its just indescribable embarassment

but then they finally get together but idk what happens next <333 i just want them to pine for each other all the time is that so wrong

valencia saying the most embrassing lines w. a straight face only for silver to, with well-intentions, reject her/ remain oblivious. valencia retreats into the music club to cry and beg for help

the music club members make it worse (especially lilia)

no you listen LISTEN to me lilia is a harderened old general yadda yadda BUT because he's a general he has no tango w/ romance so he's as bad as sebek

NO IDC HE MIGHT BE WISE BUT WISE DOESN'T MEAN HE FUCKS UP

and especially messes up here LOLOLOL

rampant my thought are sil... silval? valsil? i don't have a ship name for them but everutime i lisen to a song its them dancing/ silver admiring valencia dance/sing/ play an instrument

i need that man to be pining and in love w/ valie im so sorry im too selfish bby

valencia's all like 'hi babe, you doin' okay?' with an arm around his waist and silver fucking assumes she's like that to everyone cuz valie's touchy NO. NO, SILVER BABE. BABY IT'S ONLY YOUUUU SHE ONLY TOUCHES UR WAIST AND PLAYS W/ UR HAIR LIKE THAT and KISS YOUR HAND LIKE THAT ONLY YOUUU BBBYYYYY

HE LETS YOU TOUCH HER BACK BCUZ SHE LIKES U SILVER ONEGAIIIII

on my knees hate it god GOD GOD FUCK YOU WHY DO YOU HAVE TO DESTORY MY BRAIN LIKE THIS HE'S SO CUEVAWFAHWSDLFVKDSFNVASDKLF

WIFEABLE

KISSABLE

I WANT THAT MAN EMBARASSED. INCOHERENT. A MESS.

I WANT HIM.

[sharksa-shivers]

Max is sick/more texts between character stuff cuz why not?

Kristy: Max

Kristy: Max, cmon dude, need you to wake up! We kinda need you today!!

Max: Ive been up ffs been trying to sleep tho

Max: damn that sucks cuz i feel like shit

Kristy: Ughhhh, look, i get it, depression but like…You can't just keep sitting stuff out because of your depression???

Max: ??????? It's not depression tho???? Hshshshshs fuck

Max: Im fuckin sick lol im not coming sorry to disappointt

Kristy: Yeah, sure, ok. Nice prank buddy

Kristy: Now get up and get dressed, we need to go!!!

Max:(sends a pic of him holding up a wad of used tissues, Max looks out of it in the picture, he is obviously sick) sorry lol would you like a snot or cough sample to prove that im not fucking lying?

Kristy: …….Oh…….

Max: YEAH LMAO

Max: you try fuckin sleeping when you can't breath, having a tiny nose thats clogged doesn't help when im trying to inhale oxygen

Max: throat hurts, head hurty, nose blocked tf off, can i sttay home now mom??? please???? Im so tired and i feel like shit lol

Kristy: …..I guess you're kinda gonna have to, hmmm….Trying to think…

Max: how about fuck the mission, tkae a day off???

Kristy: No!!!

Max: lol you should

Max: i love demon fighting and shit and you nkow i do but like…life is nore then labor ok? Enjoy it

Kristy: ……That is so weird of a phrase to come from you of all people who's suicidal af

Max: IM NOT SUICIDAL EVERY FUCKING DAY GODDAMNIT SHSHSHSHSHSH IM ONLY SUICIDAL MOST DAYS OK?.??? THERE IS A DIFFERENCE

Max: in seriousness tho, eh. Today feels kinda good mental health wise, its just my physical health thats shit today lololol Kristy: Well…Guess it is what it is then…

Max: hey lol can you get me some food and some meds plz? Im cozy in bed dont wanna spread germs and shit but a bitch needa eat lol (also meds would be p nice i miss breathing…oxygen bb plz come back im sorry;~;)

Kristy: Yeah yeah lmao, i can. I'm gonna assume no food preferences today?

Max: No lol just plz, im so hungry, blehhhh (preferably something i can fucjing taste and that wont hurt my throat much tho lol)

Kristy: Okayyyyyy, i'll see what i can do.

Max: Best friendo ever lol you da best!!! 💗 ---------------- And now some rambling text info bout The Trio derps whenever sick cuz why not tho? --- Trio derp sickness levels (this sickness meaning like…ig nausea levels --- Kristy: So Kristy is least likely to like get sick like that. With her having magic and the amulet and whatnot, she gets very used to rapid, disorienting movements over time (though at the series start, i can see this being more of an issue but also with Kristy's determination, i can see her blowing that shit out of the water pretty quick, her determination being the stronger of the 2) Kristy can still very much get sick tho, if she's in a very disorienting situation for a long time period, she's gonna get fucking sick… 🍃🍃🍃

Sharky: So with Sharky, he can get sick and he does from time to time. It's either him getting motion sick, him getting actual sick (from like food poisoning and bugs and whatnot) or it's the third option and that tying into him being a shark (but i'll hop back to this in a sec)

Sharky is kind of harder to get motion sick because he does have the advantage of being born in the ocean so…He's used to that sort of thing, like a ride or whatever isn't going to give him motion sickness, he gets it more from like…Being thrown around rapidly with 0 control or from magic use or things like that…

So for the other thing…So…him being a shark yeah? So a reminder; Sharky can throw up his entire stomach, like wholeass organ…This is because he's a shark and it's something Sharky REALLY REALLY FUCKING HATES part cuz it's so weird, part cuz it's disgusting and part because it fucking hurts since he's very not used to doing that…Sharky can vomit up either his entire stomach or he just throws up normally…Sharky doesn't really have much control over this but if it's a higher stress situation, it's gonna be the entire organ coming up. (this whole bit happens more if Sharky's scared or very fucking stressed or in a big emergency sort of thing…Otherwise, Sharky's probably gonna just throw up normally…) Sharky learns he has this ability during the series and i kinda megadoubt he ever utilizes it like Slash does BUT Sharky does learn how to control this a bit better and when he feels it happening, he tends to insta-calm down to try and prevent the whole thing from coming out… 🦈🦈🦈 Max: Max defs gets motion sickness probably the worst…This is probably another reason why Max isn't the biggest on dizzying shit or boats or things like that because it probably fucks him up alottttttttt… Unlike Kristy he has no magic And unlike Sharky, Max does not have any sort of help from the ocean soooooooooo…Yeah, rip dogeboi [i kinda feel like Sharky throws up more then Max does tbh but i think it's cuz Sharky's put in more situations where that can happen vs Max…] 🐶🐶🐶 Now for sickness sickness, i feel like Sharky probs gets sick in that way the least cuz of his height honestly (it's harder for germs and shit to bother him if they can't reach his face…If somebody coughs near him, it ain't gonna be near his face so…) I feel like Kristy's second And i feel like Max probs has it worst here again tbh (i defs feel like Max has really fucking awful allergies tbh…Idk why but it's a vibe i get, probably if i had to guess, something with his fur picking up things that make him sneeze and cough and whatnot, rip dogeboi again)

[dirtmunch]

One of my roommates who is a grad student is pissing me awf!!!!!!!!!! A fairly big name in printmaking's (who is an amazing person n super cool) husband passed pretty tragically and my roommate kept making these rlly distasteful jokes at this bar we went to at the print conference about how "lololol '''private circumstances'''???! I bet she killed her own husband ahahaha!" n kept telling the joke even after another grad, who is actually close with the big artist told her "hey I'm really Close to that person and to was actually really fucking sad, can you stop saying that". N then this grad is posting to her story about a piece about grief the big artist made like "wow girlboss queen! Amazing artist. Heart wrenching" like whaaaat a kissass!!!! So fucking fake, I replied to it like "dude didn't you literally make jokes about that shit? Why are you acting like this now?" and she responds 1) without acknowledging she made the jokes and 2) in a way that made herself out to be just oooo so close and best buds with the artist!! Just so condescending UGH and then this is the kicker, told me how the husband died to make her seem even more "in" with the artist?? As if the artist the entire print conference was saying the circimwwere private and didn't want to disclose them????? I'm so so so so sick of this roommate and her shit maaaaan