#IM NOT SMART ENOUGH TO FIX THEM

[thedrotter]

i saw this trend and it reminded me of Yuuichi okay i had to do it ... featuring Yuuichi's heart on the back: for once they get along on the topic of mayonnaise

[snekdood]

"if we make america worse and more of a dictatorship that will be even harder to unravel and make it the way we want the country to be, maybe then everyone will join our Glorious Revolution!" bb girl you cant even be in the same room with someone who thinks you should vote, how in tf do you think you're gonna unite people to fight in The Revolution with you? it's gonna be you and your 5 friends, i hate to break it to you.

[kitteneyejo]

so mad at the way shit works in the world rn i think it should all change drastically immediately with no negative consequences or periods of upheaval

[14dayswithyou]

Kiara has been banned from the library!

hihihi im actually so curious about this

what if Angel studied as a nurse and mostly focused on psychology and started to notice Rens odd behaviour and the disappearance of some people?

I think Angel would be smart enough to investigate to find out some of Rens creepy ways of showing his affection towards the player, which would lead to confusion and mostly fear. But does he have a backup plan on how to fix this?

⌞♥⌝ The easiest (and most common) answer is that he'd ditch the Ren/"Haruko" persona, create an entirely new one, and start over again.

But the more logical answer is that I think Ren would also be clever enough to see the warning signs before they get out of hand — so he'd likely adjust the way he'd present himself, his intentions, and his affections before Angel can get too deep into it.

You also have to keep in mind that Ren has known Angel for at least thirteen years, so he'd be there for all of their short-lived hyperfixations, late night decisions, and life commitments. He'd know about them pursuing anything psychology-based before it becomes a problem (for him) and take the necessary precautions to prevent it from ruining his plans.

[lostinlovingrevery]

how much of a lovesick gentleman do we think he really is when he’s found someone he sees himself with for a long period of time

(in my mind he’s like perfect but if we’re being fr because men are men unfortunately)

Oh I think he most def is going to be the most lovesick gentleman on earth. Hes not perfect. But we just love that about him don't we?

Lets see if I can really put my thoughts out about this! I wanna be realistic here, but I also really do think logan would be the biggest sweetheart

Logans rough around the edges

but that doesn't mean he can't love!

I mean if we want to look at his history, comic-wise, when hes in love hes devoted to them.

The one lady he married after WW2, he absolutely adored her and still loved her even decades and decades after her murder. (i seen comic pages where he had a shrine to her. older comics)

Obvs he did move on when he met Jean, of course that was more unrequited

and you got the occasional timelines with Storm! They're really cute

theres a page of her asking him if he would really tear the world apart for them to be together

take a wild guess on his answer

and then theres Kayla(gag) in origins! I mean, Logans a big sweetheart with her.

Anyhoo we aren't talking about logans other timeline lovers

I truly think logan is a lover boy

I think, depending on what his history looks like since hes' got a lot of different versions (i like to pick and chose when I write my fics lol)

he would probably be a little rough around the edges at first. not in a way where he's a dick to you. I think he would just be nervous

Hes been stuck in a cycle of violence for so long

im mixed between him being scared of stepping out of that cycle, out of fear of getting you hurt, but also him being so desperate to just love

like how he liked jean so much and so quickly in the trilogy movies.

god just talking about that makes me irritated

anyhoo

SO

I think

When Logans in love, he's still that sarcastic, anger-proned, alcoholic we all know and love. But I think he's the type to want to become better for you

he's not going to be fake but he's going to be softer around you. he wants to love you. make you happy. take care of you.

He's thinking about you all the time

so much so i think he'd get himself physically ill because he loves you so much. he just needs you :( <3

I think you'll be spared of his smart mouth (for the most part...). He won't cease it when talking to other people around you tho.

He's happier when youre around. holds his head a little taller

hes going to make perverted comments. hes going to look at your butt. hes going to squeeze your boobs. maybe even name them

hes a man in that sense

but i think hes old enough (lol) that he knows how to treat people.

people tend to act like logans super arrogant (hell i even think of him like that) but i actually think he's the most open to criticism and being wrong about things

i think he can be very wise

anyhoo, honestly I think once he gets over the complication of having feelings for you and the mortifying ordeal of being percievied, hes going to be the softest boy over you

sweet kisses just because

he'll bring you flowers, he'll write you love notes even, they may not be full of fancy love language, little things like hes misses you, loves you, in his own logan language

hes traditional in that sense. hes from the 1800s. he remembers the original ways to woo someone

I think acts of service is def one of his love languages.

get you groceries, fix the leaky pipes, fill your car up with gas, he doesn't think you should be lifting a finger

he'll tear the world apart for you

his feelings run far and deep- even if he makes it seem like that's not the case. its merely to protect himself

but believe me that barrier is gone when he finds you.

maybe it's me, im a sappy romantic (even tho i have no love life lol) but I think Logan would just adore you

hes the type to get on his knees and worship you straight UP

will defend you to the death. you could straight up being going insane and threatening to kill everyone and hes like "leave my girl alone :(" (X3 Logan im looking at you)

he'll keep pictures of you in his jacket and wallet

looks at you with those big puppy eyes UGH

BABY LOOK AT HIM

probably has told scott to shut the fuck up bc he teased him over how he turns into a lil puppy dog when you're in the room

hes going to be all about learning about you. your career/job, special interests, your quirks, your goddamn favorite soap

In the beginning, logan may try to be mr.cool guy but only bc he doesn't want to scare you off.

he likes the small touches between you both. brush of the hands, holding pinkies, playing footsie under the table

when you're alone though it is required that you are in his lap

an absolute rule

hes gonna get pissy over it

he will respect you in any way, with any boundaries I truly believe this honestly

i think if logans got a good feeling, ain't nothing going to bother him when it comes to you other than the fact that if you're not together he can't show his love for you

no relationship is perfect. You and Logan will argue, misunderstandings, such and such

but once again with logans age and experience, it makes him a very mature partner

he knows the little things aren't worth sweating, and hes smart to know when to really sit down and talk things over

i think different variant logans (which in some ways are just different stages of his life) would form different relationships based on their experience./lifestage but all of them are love boys once you get over the tough parts

just for example bc i love him, I think trilogy Logan would be so in love with you, but I think with not remembering his past at first, he may struggle to pursuing anything serious

its not that he doesn't want to, and hes not going out and flirting with other girls. its that maybe he thinks you deserve to have someone steady, someones who knows who he is, someone whos built a foundation for themselves

he prob thinks pretty low of himself. he gets cranky and sarcastic. he was cage fighting to get by. hes lonely. he probably sees you as someone amazing and hes...well, him.

but if you get over that hump, maybe when he gets his memories, or maybe you're just able to uplift him enough where he can see that you adore him for who he is, he'll be all over you'

I actually this would be fun to write about in deeper context so may make another post one day tweaking my thoughts on this but this is just what i'm thinking so far!!!

[simplymarr]

Chapter one.

summary: vincent renzi x fem!reader.

A young law student is navigating her last year in university, where she meets a misteryous french professor that is going to help her getting her thesis done. A strong chemistry and a love for books and hard work it's what gets them to work so well with each other. But how much are they going to resist when temptation arrives?

warnings: age gap (legal ofc) he's 43 and she's 26. Other that that, none (yet).

London. 8 am and a room full of people on a rainy day. Cold fingers on the desk, waiting for something to happen.

I looked over and the clock was still; maybe it was broken or maybe the time was way too slow in the morning. Even for me.

Today it was the last-first day i was going to have on that university. Five long years studying law, yet it felt like i was still a stranger in that big, cold classroom.

I was, finally, going to get my thesis done. No more wasting time, no more fear. I had to be strong.

How difficult could it be?

The world with its unique, hidden irony seemed to have answered my question when, all of a sudden, he walked through that old, wooden door.

Mature, maybe in his early forties. Tall but not too much; quite skinny. Long neck and serious countenance. Silver hair, some strands fell on his forehead as he walked across the room until he reached his desk. His polished clothes didn't look wet even though it was raining, and even for me to be so far away from him i could, somehow, sense that he smelled like cigarrettes and old fashioned, classic cologne.

Professor Vincent Renzi was his name.

He came from France. He said that he had recently won a case in the city, and that a colleague of his needed him to replace him for a few months at the university. A two-hour weekly class and, most importantly,

he was in charge of correcting some of the theses.

I hesitated the rest of the class, unsure of what was going to happen. Would he be easy on me? or would he be an idiot? After all, all male professors in law school seemed to treat women like they were not smart enough to be there. Or worse, like they fucked their way to the top.

Suddenly my feet stepped on earth again when i felt a deep voice making, in a strong french accent, a question that no one dared to answer.

"So, has anyone already started working on their thesis?"

Silence.

Then, for inertia or maybe an obscure, unconscious desire to be seen by his blue eyes i raised my hand.

He smiled at me; perhaps relieved that he hadn't been ignored. Little wrinkles formed on each side of his mouth as he spoke:

"Great, at least someone is doing their job. Now, enlighten me, please".

........................................

I tried to leave as soon as the class ended.

Maybe it was the shame, the blushed cheeks as i explained to him the central themes of the thesis. For the first time, i felt like my tongue wasn't mine as the words kept coming out of my mouth, but i felt grateful for that.

However, due to how far away i was from the exit, i was the last one to leave. I slid between each seat until i reached the door where, luckily for me, he was standing, waiting.

"That was good. Very good actually". He said as he reached out for a pack of cigarettes between his pockets.

I stuttered.

"Well, thank you. There's still some issues i need to fix, you know. References and stuff". I tried, without luck, to sound as calm as possible.

"That's why im here". He said, staid but in a soft tone.

As he left the building and got into his car, tucking a strand of hair behind his ear and lighting a cigarette, i couldn't help but wonder

what the hell was i getting into.

next chapter soon

[hanbinniesmango]

calling them pretty svt vu and pfu

VU reaction to being called pretty by their lover

kyy note//: finally got to finish half of this ask, this was actually fun to do💋 i might’ve gotten a bit carried away with woozi’s and seungkwan’s…(mostly kwannies!🥳🤍) im going to split this into two parts 🤧 hope you like it <33

jeonghan: its a calm evening chilling with your boyfriend jeonghan, both of you sitting on your phones scrolling on your respective apps. you look over at him for a quick second then go back to your phone, but before you get to look back fully something in your brain tells you to keep your gaze fixed. his beauty. you know your boyfriend is pretty, but damn. he's heard it from everyone in his life. his many friends, strangers, obviously you aswell. it didn't stun him at all. he must've felt you starring at him cause he turned his head to you with a little tilt. "need something, sweets?" he asked with a grin. gosh his voice was even more inviting. "you're so pretty, hannie," you say with an exhale. he chuckles. "thank you sweets, is that the 3rd or 4th time you've said it today? i've lost count." he says with a menacing smirk. "you're so mean hannie, i'm just voicing my thoughts to you!" you says with an overly whiny voice. "what, does this mean im your pretty boy?" he tilts his head at you. you smirk at him then climb into his lap, your hands flying up to cup his face with your palms. "exactly." you lean down to kiss him, his soft lips moving graacefully against yours. you pull away, him chasing your lips. you giggle at his actions and share a deep look. "you wanna take this pretty boy to the bedroom?" he bites his lip and smiles at you. "hmm, how about yes?" we all know how that went.

joshua: its a regular day for you and joshua, you went out to run some errands quickly while he's sat fiddling with his guitar. you left about an hour ago and texted him recently saying, 'i'll be home in 10 minutes shua❤'. he starts plucking the strings on the instrument, soft tunes flowing from it. he hums along with it, whatever feeling in his fingers strumming into the guitar and turning into music. he smiles at the nice tune playing, and starts tapping his foot to the beat. hes so into the beat that he doesn't here you open the door and lock it. "im back shu-" you turn around and listen to where the music is coming from and you smile. you set your bags down and walk to joshua's music room where he usually does stuff like this. you lean against the doorway and smirk at him as he continues to play the instrument, foot tapping, and eyes clothes, vocal chords still humming along. he looks so gorgeous, his soft features, enhanced under the dim glow of the ceiling light. "hi, shua." you say with a smirk as he looks up at you with a head tilt. "when did you get here?" he says with a laugh as he stops playing the instrument and puts it back in its rightful spot. "about 1 minute ago," you say after checking your smart watch on your wrist. he smirks up at you. you walk towards him, lean down and kiss his cheek and giggle. "i don't know about you, but i could've eaten you up just a second ago, pretty boy!" "oh, really? i can the same about you. if im your pretty boy then you must be my pretty girl, am i right?" he stands up from his seat and pulls you in by the waist, your arms going around his neck. he gives you a sweet kiss then pulls away awaiting your answer. "i guess so..." he laughs then pulls you back in for another kiss.

woozi: there you find him in his calm state sitting on the couch scrolling on some app. he looking through videos about music, obviously trying to find some motivation since hes bored and wants to make more music. he lets out a huff feeling defeated, his hand coming up to comb through his pretty, long, white locks. you walk into the room mid comb and stare at him. his clear skin, soft cheeks, fit body that you can see from the outline of his clothes, and oh, his hair. you don't know if you expressed enough gratitude for his most recent hairstyle choice, beacause it left you breathless when he first showed you over text. you quite literally pounced on him, and you know...anyways. he turns around to see you staring at him lovestruck. he scoffs and goes back on his phone. "hoonie..." you say as you start to stalk over to him. "don't start with it..." he groans out. "you run over and get on his lap and smirk down at him. he looks up at you before turning his head and avoiding eye contact with you. “what was that jihoon?” you say with a grin as he starts turning a light shade of pink. “nothing…” he huffs out. you lean down placing soft kisses along his jaw, him letting out little pants. “my pretty boy…” you say before leaving an opened mouth kiss on the sensitive spot on his neck. he lets out a whimper, eyes squeezed shut. “not—p…pretty.” he sighs out. “oh, you’re not?” he finally opens his eyes and looks up at you with a nod. “aw shucks. i only give kisses to pretty boys…” you say before you try and lean up from his neck and leave his lap. he panicks and whines. “you said you’re not pretty though hoonie?…” he clamps his eyes shut before whining out, “i’m pretty! i’m your pretty boy, i swear!” he exhaled out. you smirk over at him, seating yourself back on his lap. “oh, really?” you say with a raise of your brow. he nods at you, face hotter than before. “that’s what i thought jihoonie.” you say before giving him a soft kiss on his lips. “my pretty boy.” you say before pulling away from him. he faces away from you, lips pulled into a little smile, him feeling all bubbly inside. he might act like he hates your affection and compliments, but deep down, he loves it so much, it makes him feel so warm and wanted.

dokyeom: you both are at a favored korean restaurant between you two, food ordered and grill hot and ready. you watch seokmin talk about his day, going on and on about what he and his friends did, some fun facts about random things, and the pretty sunsets he’s seen this week. during times like these you love to listen to him ramble about his day or week, watching as his eyes sparkle with interest whilst talking about his favorite things. he always appreciates you listening to him even if he thinks he’s talking your ear off. (which he’s not!) he never misses to ask you about your day after and adding feedback the same way you with him. back to the restaurant, you both came to an agreement to come out to a place to eat instead of cooking tonight. he chose a favored restaurant between you both and now here you guys are. the waiter brings the food and seokmin thanks him with a smile before letting him walk off. you both start putting some of the food on the grill letting it cook. you both talk about random things in life while waiting, seokmin taking a piece of meat up with a pair of tongs given and blowing it, signaling you to eat it. you smile at him, leaning over a bit for him to put it in you mouth. once it reaches your mouth you start chewing it, the flavors bursting in your mouth, you letting out a soft ‘mmh!’ as you swallow the food. “is it good?” he asks you with a smirk on his face. you nod vigorously with a smile on your face. “try it minnie!!” he picks up a piece of meat, blowing on it before putting in his mouth. “oh, that is really good!!” he beams at you, cute features staring back at you. “have such a pretty face minnie!!” you say with a chuckle as you squeeze his cheek from across the table. you couldn’t help it, he was just too cute while enjoying the food. he smiles sweetly, cheeks heating up, eyes turning into little crescents. “awh!! thanks babe!” he giggles out. you ruffle his soft hair with a smile, before offering another piece of meat you already cooled down, him taking into his mouth with that sweet smile that stays on his face. you both going back to enjoying your food with love emitting from you both.

seungkwan: you guys are at an empty, inside basketball court, everyone else going home for the night. you're sitting on the bench while seungkwan is playing with the ball, practising his moves, running over his memory with the ones hes forgotten and practicing them. you watch him from the bench, looking over your talented boyfriend throw shots and make almost all of them. from time to time he looks over to you, his simple outside attire, messy hair, and slightly sweaty face. he puts the basketball under his arm and starts strolling over to you. you smirk at him, “there’s my nba star!!” you giggle out. “nba star is a bit to far…” he says with a chuckle whilst ruffling his hair. you pass him his water bottle when he reaches your destination, him taking it with a smile, you watch as he starts drinking the water, head thrown back, adam’s apple bobbing slowly, small pieces of hair stuck to his forehead from the thin sheet of sweat produced by the exercise. “you’re so pretty boo…” you mumble out whilst watching his beautiful features look down at you after finishing his water and putting it down. he picks up his face towel to wipe off his sweat and puts it back down. “what was that baby?” he says with a tilt of his head. you stare at him before pulling him down and giving him a peck on the lips, “i said, you’re so pretty boo.” you say after letting go of his face. he stays there, gears in his head turning as he tries to process what just happened. the ball drops from his grip before he straightens his posture up after feeling his face grow hot and red, his hands finding his face to hide behind. “you can’t just going around doing stuff like that!!” he whines out from behind his hands. “you sound like you might’ve liked it…” you say with a laugh. “whatever!…still you can’t go around doing stuff like that…” he huffs before picking up his ball and walking back to the middle of the court to continue playing. you laugh at him and cross your arms. “why, because you’ll get all hot and bothered?” you half-yell to him. he whips his head around at you and groans. “…maybe!! and cause we’re in public!!” “if you hit a shot from the middle of the court i’ll give you another kiss, and a real one this time.” you yell out to him again. he looks over at you once again, eyes wide this time before turning back determined. he gets to the middle of the court, takes a beat, the shoots the ball, fingers secretly crossed that he makes it. you both watch as the ball hits the rim, trails around the rim slowly before finally going in. he jumps up with a ‘woo!’ before smirking over to you and running over. “where’s my kiss!!” he shouts, you laughing your ass off.

[otherone12]

Hi! Can you write a Gerard x Chubby!Reader smut?

Maybe readers feeling a little self conscious so Gerard shows them how much he loves her?

Afab!Reader preferably

Thank you! -Anon

You Are Perfect

Gerard Way x Chubby!Reader

-> Masterlist

A/N: Hey!! Sorry for took that long! I wasn't sure if i shoul post this yet, cause im not the best smut writer, but here it is! Well, hope u like it! <3 (If it turned out too different from what you imagined, let me know and I'll try to fix it :) ) (i'm also working on a christmas fic!!)

Summary: You felt insecure about your body, but Gerard did his best to make you feel loved, pretty and enough. (this is basicly a fluf smut... there was no much backstory)

- Word Count: 1.820

- Warnings: AFBA SMUT

- Ps: I'm kinda awful writing smut...

- Ps2: I'll not use y/n…

- Ps3: I'm brazilian, so english is not my first language... sorry if i wrote something wrong.

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1st Person POV (reader)

It was the third dress I put on and nothing seems to fit. Looking in the mirror I only see my imperfections, my arms are not as thin as I wanted, my stomach feels even bigger than the last time I checked. 

I didn't want to go out, I didn't want to have to see my boyfriend, the only thing I wanted was to be alone and hide. 

I dont always feel like that, I mean, I normally don't feel like this. I'm comfortable the way I am, but those last few days I just hated the way I look, and worse, I started to doubt Gerard's feelings for me.

Why is he still with me? He is so gorgeous, so kind, so smart, talented… he is all perfect… and I cant even be pretty enough to deserve him. 

And there I was… sitting on our bed, with my hands on my face, trying not to convey my feelings, I took a deep breath and adjusted my posture. Just in time, because as soon as I did, Gerard walked in. 

- Hey, babe… - he looked at me and I saw his smile fading when he noticed something wasn't right. - What's wrong? Are you okay? 

- Yeah, I'm fine, Gee… - It was a lie, and he knew it. I can't hide anything from him.

- C'mon, sugar, you don't need to hide anything from me… - he sat by my side, placing his hand on my shoulder. 

- It's not important, Gee… seriously - Damn my fake smile is awful - I'm fine…

I turned my face to avoid his look, but he held my chin gently, forcing me to look at him. 

- Hey… If you’re like this, it is important - The concern on his eyes made tears form in my eyes - Tell me… we can solve this and-

- There's no way to solve this, Gerard. - I spat it out all at once, maybe I raised my voice a little, but then I felt a knot on my throat, and now my voice started to break  - I'm… like this… and I can't change it… 

I pointed to my body, and that tear ran down my cheek.

- I tried, I swear I tried… - My voice trembling while I still tried to pull myself together -   but nothing worked…

- Wait… is this about your body? - he furrowed his eyebrows, turning really serious, his hand reaching for mine - Because if it is…

- of course it is! - my breaking voice just turned into a barely whisper when I pronounced the next sentence - I can't understand why you are still with me… 

His eyes widened, and he got up from the bed, standing in front of me and gently holding my hands. 

- Don't you dare talk like this! - He didn't raise his voice, but the confidence in his speech silenced him. -  You are the prettiest girl I've ever seen! not just this, you are funny, smart, kind and, in my eyes, perfect. I love you… more than I ever loved anyone.

His words were sincere, so sincere that I almost believed them, but I couldn't shake the feeling of not being enough...  

- Gee, I love you too… - i sighed, looking deep in his eyes -  but you don't need to say this things to make me feel better- 

- I mean it. Every single word. - He cut me off, seriously again, with a look of defiance, as if I was doubting him and he needed to prove to me that he was right - But if you can't believe me, I will have to show you. 

 Before I could do anything, he leaned into a kiss, a kiss that I didn't refuse. His soft lips pressed against mine, while his hand was still holding my chin, while the other made its way to my waist. I gasped when I felt it, parting the kiss. 

- Gee… - our foreheads touched, and I felt his breath on my face. Looking at his hazel eyes i whispering with uncertainty - You really don't need to-

- I want it. - His voice was firm, but kind at the same time, a soft smile appeared in his lips- Let me do this, babe… 

His lips found mine again, deeper this time, his hand sliding up to the back of my neck. I melted into him, my hands clutching at his shirt as his kiss grew more urgent. His tongue brushed against mine, sending a shiver down my spine, and I let myself get lost in him.

He trailed kisses along my jaw, his breath warm against my skin as his hands slipped beneath my shirt. His thumbs brushed over my sides, his touch reverent and unhurried 

- you're so pretty… - he murmured against my skin, making me shiver. 

His touch was tender when his hand slipped under my shirt, pressing his thumbs on my skin. His kisses went down my neck, and my fingers tangled up his hair.

It felt good, even though I still couldn't shake the feeling of not being enough. The warmth of his lips sucking softly on my neck, and he ran his hands on my back. 

- So beautiful… - my skin trembling with his voice. 

I gasped as he lifted my shirt over my head, leaving me espoused before him. My instinct was to cover myself, but Gerard caught my hands, his eyes locking onto mine

- Cmon, babe… - he was really close to me, and I couldn't avoid his gaze. His tone was calm and sweet. - Don't hide yourself… if you want me to stop, just tell me. 

- I… I don't want you to stop. - my voice was uncertain again. I knew I needed this, but I didn't wanted to admit it.

- Good, cause you deserve it… 

His smile was soft and reassuring as he leaned in to kiss me again, his hands brushing along my sides, sending shivers through me. He unclasped my bra with practiced ease, his lips trailing down my collarbone as the fabric fell away.

- You’re incredible, - He murmured.

His hands cupped my breasts as his lips kissed the sensitive skin just above them.

My breath hitched, a soft moan escaping as his kisses grew deeper, more insistent, and going down to my stomach. 

In normal circumstances I would probably blush, or push him away, but all the tenderness on his moves made me want more and more. 

My heart raced when his hand affectionately sllipt to the waistband of my jeans, tracing a line to the buttons. He took his time unbuttoning it, then his gaze met mine, Gerard gas a sweet grin on his face while he put it down, making sure to run his hands all over my thighs.

Once my pants were on the floor, he sighed.

- I wish you could see yourself the way I see you… - there was a slight disappointment in his voice, but at the same time I could feel the affection in the way he said it. 

Soon, I felt the warmth of his lips on my thighs, pressing soft kisses and savoring every inch of my skin. Gerard's hands gently pulled my legs apart, and I shivered with anticipation.  

When his lips reached the inner part of my thigh, a soft moan escaped my lips, the sensation of his mouth sending ripples of heat through me. His kisses moved higher, making me crave him closer. My fingers tangled again in his hair, pulling him toward me, needing him more than ever.

Soon, he took off the rest of my underwear, and looked up at me, i cupped his face, his eyes with an genuine desire that i refused to believe for a while, but without esitation, he said: 

- You are so, so gorgeous… 

And I believed. But I couldn't say anything, my words were replaced by a gasp when I felt his tongue on me, my hands went back to his hair, and his grip on my hips were really tight.

He knew exactly how to move it to make me feel good. My breath hitched, and I felt that sensation on my lower stomach, he reached my clit and I whimpered loudly, pulling him even closer, and then my orgasm washed me over. 

Gerard pulled back off between my thighs, and leaned up over me, kissing me deeply. I could taste myself on his lips while his tongue danced with mine. 

- Sugar, you're so perfect. - he murmured on my lips - I love you, more than you can imagine. 

- I love you too, Gee - I replied, still out of breath. 

His hands up on my waist, pulling me closer. My sweat body pressed against his clothes. your thumbs making circles on my skin.

- Good, cause I'm not done yet. - a mischievous smile appeared on his lips, which soon reached my neck - You are too pretty to stop now. 

Gerard started to undress himself, and when his pants were off, it was obvious how much he wanted that by the evident bulge on his boxers, which soon reached the floor. 

His lips met mine one last time, before I felt him thrusted carefully inside of me.

- Damn, you’re so perfect. - He groaned - And you feel so good.

- Gee… - was the only thing I managed to say between some gasps. - Yeah… 

It wasn't too long till I needed to cum again. The feeling of him inside of me was nothing but perfect. All those insecurities I've had in the last few days, just disappeared. His sweet words filled the room while his touch showed how much he cared. 

We both came together and I couldn't feel more loved. He has this way to make me feel better, even when everything seems wrong. 

We laid back on the bed, my head in his bare pale chest, my arms around his waist. He pressed a kiss on my forehead, his fingertips tracing my skin. I looked up at him.

- Thank you, Gee…- a sheepish smile appeared on my face - you didn't need to do this… 

- Of course i needed, - he let out a small chuckle - You’re perfect. And you need to know that. You need to believe it.

As we lay there, tangled in the softness of the blankets, I couldn’t help but smile. The weight of my insecurities felt lighter, almost like they were being lifted by every tender word, every loving touch that Gerard had given me. My heart still raced from the intensity of everything, but now, it was a sweet, content kind of racing.

His fingers traced idle patterns on my back, soothing me in a way that made everything feel... right. His breath was steady, calm, and I could feel the steady rhythm of his heart beneath me, reminding me that I was not alone. The space between us was warm, and it felt like it was filled with more than just physical closeness, it was filled with a quiet understanding, a love that made me feel seen, truly seen, in ways I hadn’t thought were possible.

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~ So.. thats it! Lemme know if u liked <3

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Oxigen's overrated by TheMidnightSong

I love love love “Sasuke returns to Konoha” fics. Ive probably read like 200 of them and i would love to read 200 more. I 🍽️ it up!

Shout out to the latest chapter in this sweet & spicy fic! So well paced. They are so into each other. Hot enough to fry an egg on. Nominating for a smut award 👑 (Im making it a thing).

*Still thinking about chapter*

…what were we talking about again?

“Chapters: 9/?

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto

Characters: Uzumaki Naruto, Tsunade (Naruto), Gaara (Naruto), Dai-nana-han | Team 7 Ensemble (Naruto), Uchiha Sasuke, Kyuubi | Nine-tails | Kurama, Haruno Sakura, Ninjas of Konohagakure, Konoha 11 Ensemble (Naruto)

Additional Tags: Post-War, Post-Canon, Post-Canon Fix-It, Fix-It, Ending Fix, Uchiha Sasuke-centric, POV Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Sasuke Returns to Konoha, Uzumaki Naruto is in Love with Uchiha Sasuke, Boys In Love, Slow Burn, Slow Romance, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Angst and Fluff and Smut, Idiots in Love, Falling In Love, sasuke actually wants to become better, One-Sided Haruno Sakura/Uchiha Sasuke, Haruno Sakura Needs a Hug, Eventual Smut, Post-Chapter 699 (Naruto), Canon Compliant, Canon Universe, Blank Period (Naruto), Drugs Made Them Do It, Drug Use, Drunk Sex, Getting Together, After Party, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, sasuke never went to jail, Uzumaki Naruto is Bad at Feelings, naruto is actually super in love, But he doesn't know how to handle it

Summary: After the war, Kakashi, the now Sixth Hokage, sees necessary for Sasuke to continue his recovery with Naruto, and puts him in charge of this task. At first, Sasuke has no problem with the idea, but he begins to notice strange behaviors in his friend, things that make him doubt about the relationship”

Detox (20 years together series) by wedonotsow

Dark, kinky modern au. A wonderful writer, authentic-feeling experiences ❤️ Bittersweet with happy ending. 🖤🌶️ also Naruto owns a restaurant in this one and I like to imagine him like Carmie from the Bear 😂 yes chef 😉

“Chapters: 10/10

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings, Graphic Depictions Of Violence

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, Uchiha Sasuke & Uzumaki Naruto, Naruto - Relationship

Characters: Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto, Hatake Kakashi, Karin (Naruto)

Additional Tags: Drug Use, Hurt/Comfort, Rehabilitation, True Love, Rough Sex, Pain, Drug Addiction, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Established Relationship, Recovery, Love, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Face Slapping, references to bloodplay, Anal Sex, Healthy Relationships, Angst with a Happy Ending, Shibari, Domestic Fluff

Series: Part 2 of 20 years together AU

Summary: Naruto thought that he'd experienced it all. After 20 years of enmeshed history and 10 years in a committed relationship, they had endured death, betrayal, violence, and even jail; but always inexplicably tied in solid foundation of unconditional love.

Nothing could break them. Naruto had been sure of it. That is: until Sasuke was forced into rehab for a drug addition he had been hiding. To overcome these latest demons they must confront the deepest, darkest parts of themselves. Even the stuff that really, really hurts.

Good thing they are so used to enduring pain”

Let the world burn by newtaste

I like to think this fic is like Bridgerton with teeth. Very sexy and smart with class struggle & character development. The romance is so well done 🔥💙

“Rating: Mature

Relationships: Uchiha Sasuke/Uzumaki Naruto, Nara Shikamaru/Temari

Characters: Uchiha Sasuke, Uzumaki Naruto, Nara Shikamaru, Uchiha Itachi, Haruno Sakura, Hyuuga Hinata, Hyuuga Neji, Sai (Naruto), Gaara (Naruto), Yamanaka Ino, Temari (Naruto), Hatake Kakashi, Deidara (Naruto), Sarutobi Konohamaru

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Historical, Slow Burn, Yaoi, Enemies to Lovers, Inspired by Bridgerton (TV), Uchiha Sasuke-centric, Period-Typical Homophobia, Hurt/Comfort, First Time, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Angst with a Happy Ending

Summary: Uchiha Sasuke is one of the most eligible bachelors in Konoha, looking for a successful marriage. He is an elitist, a conservative duke who hates people who do not abide by the rules of society.

Uzumaki Naruto is a rebel, a mere commoner, who plans to revolutionize the system that favours only the rich.

When they accidentally meet at the spring ball, none of them suspects their beliefs would be shaken to their core.

The story takes place sometime in the middle of the nineteenth century, in a European setting, during the industrial revolution. Slow burn”

[boxxing-flavored]

Part six of oil and water

Sevika was still here.

The shop had called a few days ago, something about parts being delayed. Another week stuck in this town, in this house, on this damn ranch.

At first, you figured she’d be miserable.

Sevika wasn’t built for country life. She was a city woman through and through, all sharp edges and expensive clothes, moving like she had a schedule to keep even though there wasn’t a skyscraper or a subway station for miles. She hated the food you made because it was “too greasy,” scoffed at the way you drank your coffee “You ever heard of an espresso machine, cowgirl?” and flat-out refused to ride your horses ever again.

“Im not getting back on that damn animal,” she said, arms crossed, one brow raised. “I drive a BMW for a reason.”

“You don’t got it right now.”

Sevika smirked. “And I still won’t get on that horse.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny it, she was different from anyone around here. She dressed way too nice, her slacks and crisp button-ups completely out of place for the dust and sweat of your daily routine. She carried herself with that city confidence, shoulders squared, gaze steady, like she was always in control. Like nothing surprised her.

Meanwhile, you-…

Well, you were still just you.

Boots, jeans, and calloused hands.

You weren’t much for talking, let alone flirting, but Sevika? She was too good at it. And worse? She knew it.

“Damn, cowgirl,” she had said one day, as she noticed you staring. She leaned against the kitchen counter, arms crossed. “Are you checking me out me out?”

Your whole body burned. “I was not.”

She just grinned. Cocky and Smug. Like she knew something you didn’t. “Sure.”

And it only got worse from there.

Sevika made everything into a game.

When she caught you staring too long, she’d lean in just a little closer, flashing that infuriating smirk. When she sat at your table, she’d stretch out her legs just enough to nudge yours, her eyes dark with amusement when you stiffened.

It was all in play, all harmless.

But you weren’t used to this.

You weren’t used to a woman looking at you like that, like she was testing you, waiting to see if you’d flinch.

And damn it, sometimes you did.

Like when you both went into town and Sevika, dressed in her usual dress slacks and button up, leaned against her truck, arms folded, watching you with that lazy, knowing smile.

“You really walk around like that every day?” she asked, nodding at your jeans and dust-covered boots.

You scoffed. “What, you expect me to dress like you? Ain’t exactly practical to be fixin’ fences in slacks.”

Sevika grinned. “Bet you’d clean up nice.”

Your throat went dry.

She loved getting under your skin.

And yet… you let her.

Because the more time you spent around her, the harder it was to ignore the fact that she was smart. She had a sharp mind, always picking apart problems before you even had the chance to explain them. She was strong, too she had no issue helping you haul feed, and when she rolled up her sleeves to help fix your tractor, her forearms flexed in a way that made something in your stomach flip.

And worst of all?

She was comfortable in herself in a way you weren’t.

She had nothing to prove. Nothing to be ashamed of.

And you

You were still trying to figure out why you felt the way you did when she looked at you like that.

[remusawoooo]

let's talk about the lupins for a second!

starting with hope, the whimsical/charming woman who met her knight in shining armour sort of in woods and fell in love?? who literally introduced her to a whole new world? before delving into the horrors, I would like to point out how romcom-esque their encounter is. its fateful but also lyall letting her believe she encountered a scary man and he saved her just cause he can't fully explain boggarts but also cause "yay! she thinks I'm macho!!" (would pay to see him and james potter interact!!!)

hope along with lyall builds a new family with their lovely son and it all seems low-key like a happily ever after only for her son to go through something so traumatic it'd alter all of their lives forever. I sincerely believe the nuances of wizard identity are lost to hope to certain extent. in the sense that, she might not fully empathise with lyall's complicated outlook to this predicament. not to imply she is simple minded at all but because it is easier for her to compartmentalise uniquely magical bigotry. there is also the other route where she has integrated herself somewhat into the world and is having trouble herself facing this new reality and protecting her child. I just think of how powerless she might feel not being able to do magic in those moments. especially when her boggart was said to be a vicious looking man, greyback obviously fitting the descriptors. there is also the implication that she was ill as a result of her constant fear and worry over remus and I don't want to explore that for me being a little pussy reasons.

then we have lyall, a true embodiment of the "what if it happened to your family member?" scenario posed usually to conservatives. he worked for the authority to dehumanize werewolves and antagonize them to an extreme only for his young son to bear the brunt. It's the guilt he might feel for being responsible - maybe there is some added hatred due to resentment - can he sometimes not stand to look remus? not just because what role lyall played, but because of what remus became? is he coming to realizations too late about his ideologies, or does he believe in his misconceptions more than ever cause the harmful creatures he said would harm, did harm? does he "you're not like other werewolves" remus into oblivion?

lyall is so interesting to me and actually important to the entire marauders arc and hp series in a way 😭 a fundamental worldbuilding character tho, conveying politics of the world.

lupin parents had to travel and move, essentially giving up their personal lives forever from the moment remus turned. they had no social life for themselves most likley (at least until remus went to school), had to provide for their son while they also struggled maintaining jobs. misinformed, bigoted and desperate, they also made their son a test subject just to "fix him." (i think there are folks better equipped than me to explore the implications here and parallels to conversion therapy? the conversation has been happening in the fandom space tho) they had to lock up their little boy every month knowing full well it would hurt him and that they can't do anything to help him. they had to leave him alone.

after hope dies and remus moved out, lyall is alone alone in his cottage. he wasn't mentioned being in the order (im not sure if he'd be too old to join or if he died by then, so correct me if im wrong.) he either become a jaded man or just lived his days quietly. and if we can assume some of remus' characteristics onto him, probably believes he deserves this life for the part he played in what happened to remus.

hope and lyall as the parents who belive that if remus tried hard enough, he can overcome his ailment and be normal. after all, he is smart, is friends with smart kids, is gentle and mild-mannered, and dumbledore only has good things to say about him, assuming they ever discuss remus. there is not much research into lycanthropy, so, i can see them have a stance most people have on mental health, along the lines of- "remus you know this will happen every month. try to cheer up," sorta bs. doesn't mean they are abusive. just that they aren't the best, like many parents.

I don't like it when marauders parents are so one note, happy go lucky will go along with anything or downright military etiquette parents. especially when the mom's are presented as only soft sweet warm, as if one toe out of the line means they are bitch- actually that's a whole other rant. I'll shut up.

at the same time, i don't want this one incident to define them entirely. maybe they come to terms with it slowly because with each year at hogwarts, remus comes back happier. especially since his 5th year, he is coming healthier too. he is getting good grades, maybe there is hope for him to live that neoliberal fantasy, after all. the first werewolf at school could easily become the first werewolf with a job? who knows!? maybe then hope and lyall can travel around for fun now or fully settle down in their cottage after sm travel during remus' childhood. maybe they invite neighbors for dinners, maybe they receive the marauders for lunch one sunmer, play the normal adults, the normal parents of their normal child.

[greatdecaygreatrenewal]

shigaraki as a girl hcs (im bored)

she’s a purple girl, everything red n purple w her.

RARELY fixes her hair. too much to handle. kurogiri is the one that fixes for her everytime. if u see her in a braid or nice bun know that it was them.

doesn’t know how to do makeup, tried eyeliner but fucks up her wing everytime

resting bitch face 24/7

in sweats all the time

her regular pants also don’t fit her, she doesn’t care enough to look up her actual size

LIVES for oversized shirts n hoodies

tall girl

she reminds me of April Ludgate from Parks and Rec (nsfw-ish text in last photo)

doesn’t give two shits abt her appearance or demeanor cus fuck gender n social norms

wears low top red converses

hates nail polish, she thinks it feels weird

that also being said her nails are naturally long but brittle

the type to send u rants at 2 am abt a game she jus played or hero society

do not even think abt taunting this girl or mocking her on vc during a game she will not hesitate to track ur address n kill u on sight

smart mouthed ALWAYS has something snarky back to say

always sleepy n running on energy drinks

likes to go to gachapon machines to collect childhood memorabilia items

has a box of toys they had as kid hidden under their bed

likes some stereotypical girly stuff like cute bunny plushies or bunny items, a FEW gamer girl merchandise, doesn’t mind wearing dresses sometimes, prefers long ones that reach past their feet.

n that’s all i got for now, hope yall like 💕

[firemenenthusiast]

the tag is so cute but lmk if this works cs the post is still up 💔

https://x.com/SexualLoverz/status/1778850070810542313

basicalky tho shes riding his face while hes cuffed n all, i can go into more detail if it doesnt work js lmk x

shout out to stacie for the request ! (and for waiting for a damn long time for me to write, im sorry 😭)

—“influence”

sub!kai x reader

summary: based on the link above (account got suspended btw), kai is a dumbass who is easily influenced by zac who’s NOT a good person 🤯

warnings: 18+, smut, p link, sub!kai, no actual penetration, face sitting, face riding, cunnilingus, name calling (bitch & slut) 😢, cumming in pants, restraints (m! receiving)

a/n: guess who’s back LMAOOO guys uni is no joke im getting my ass beat

hate’s maybe too strong of a word to describe your dislike towards zac but everything he does pisses you off. it’s like theres physically a bad bone in his body navigating him in making stupid and evil decisions. like telling kai to stop others from taking the blue, resulting in chaos on the ship since richard’s no longer here to keep things in line. he was also the one who thought it was a good idea to have a party, celebrating god knows what, eating and wasting every resources you guys had on the ship.

he was also the reason the ship’s data room got destroyed and everyone had to clean up after him. the ship’s up and running again now, thanks to christopher. but the reason you hate zac is because he’s such a bad influence to kai. you couldn’t blame kai for the things he’d done, he wouldn’t have done them if it wasn’t because zac told him to.

maybe he just felt like that was his calling, like he had a purpose on that ship, leading him to do everything zac told him to eventho they’re stupid. in reality he’s more than that, he’s actually really smart, and good with electricals. he’s also really nice to you, it’s just that he tends to do the stupid things zac tells him to do because he thinks he’s not good enough. he needs to feel like he’s important, which is why he never wanna leave your side. you make him feel special, and needed. between that and the lack of blue in his system, he had grown to be really clingy with you. and his needs, his certain needs, now washing over him like a big perpetual confusing wave

you hear his stalking steps behind, following you through the ominous hall connecting the working quarters to your dorms. he’s been after your back all day, and now he’s even sniffing the trail of scent you left behind. “you smell good” he starts, throwing his head back while dragging his hands down his face. he is getting ridiculous. now he’s sniffing you around like an animal ? “did you shampoo ?” he continues, making you halt your steps for a moment to take his dumb words in before continuing to walk. shaking your head in disbelief that you’re responding to his question, “they sent me the new ones to sample so yeah, earlier” you explain, telling him about the new shampoo they’ve formulated, experimenting with improved ingredients from the lab. “can you stop for a moment ? where are you going anyways ?” he hasten his steps behind you, pondering on how are you walking so fast. before you know it he manages to quickly grab your hand and intertwine his fingers with yours. now that you’re forced to stop, you turn and raise your chin to look at him, who’s grinning.

“i need to report back to them, kai”

“what ? like now ?”

“yes, now”

“they can wait”

moving the strand of hair out of your face, you sigh at him. looking up at him through your lashes, your face clearly unamused. “no kai, unlike you who clearly has nothing better to do they’re actually working and contributing to the ship” you squint your eyes as you say that, making him take a step back to scoff at you. if only he could channel this newfound energy or hormones on something else, he would’ve actually made a difference. like maybe fixing and updating your database thats turning obsolete from how ancient it is, or come out with a new security system. that would’ve made you drool over him, even reward with after a hard day of doing men’s job. instead, he’s been chasing you around the ship all day since yesterday, snooping up your ass, waiting as you do chores hoping to get in your pants. like you said, it’s the lack of blue

you gesture your hand around signalling that you’re done here if he doesn’t have anything else to say, too tired of him to even roll your eyes. he’s frustrated to say the least, confused with his own neediness, struggling to navigate the feelings. he could’ve just gone to any other girls on the ship, they’ll gladly let him into their dorms but he doesn’t want that, he doesn’t want them. what the both of you have is something sacred to him that he refuses to jeopardise. even so, you’re starting to give him blue balls, he’s wondering how can you be so composed, as you’ve also stopped taking the blue while he’s sweating and fidgeting. “go find something useful to do kai, leave me alone”. it’s not like you’re mad at him, but it hasn’t been long since the last time you gave in because of his pleas.

“why are you being such a bitch ? zac’s right, girls are fucking difficult” kai’s towering over you, letting go of your hands. he almost gave up when you start walking away before he continues his petty tantrum. “you act like you’re sooo important, always doing this and that, acting like you don’t want me” you’ve turned your heels away from him long ago, ignoring his silly words that are far from insults. you were about to block his voice out of your hearing before you hear him, “walk away all you want but we both know you were begging for my cock like a slut” you’re lucky the hallways empty or else anyone could’ve heard him easily. his last words flicked a switch inside your head, making you turn around to quickly stomp towards him. he can’t be serious.

he could’ve accepted and just walk away like a man but decided to act like a bitch instead, whining around that you wouldn’t let him get his dick wet. you reach over for his shirt, pulling him by fisting the fabric on his chest, your bodies almost colliding. you can feel his warm breath fanning over you as he falls quiet and his face drops. “you’re so fucked, kai” you say as you start dragging him by his shirt, walking across the hallway before taking a turn towards his dorm. he struggles to follow your steps with you pulling him forward, forcing him to bend a little. he almost trips over multiple times on the ship’s floor. as you stop in front of his dorm, you push him forward, he almost stumble over his feet. “unlock it” you order him, to which he quietly obeys, pressing his code into the lock display.

you push him inside quickly before locking the door behind you to avoid anyone noticing. after making sure it’s just the both of you, you step forward, making him step back before his heels hit the side of his bed in the small compound. he’s forced to sit as you settle between his legs, his head tilted upwards to look at you, too scared to look away. “im so tired of you running your mouth,” you begin, lifting your hand to cup his cheek, smoothing your thumb over his clear skin. he’s starting to regret the things he said to you, nervous anticipating what’s going to happen now that he’s pissed you off. “do you think you’re better than me ?” you ask him softly, waiting for his answer patiently as you can clearly see him keeping in his answer, his eyes trailing somewhere else. moving your fingers over his lips, you play with them, gently pulling at the bottom one. you smile at him.

“so you do think you’re better ?” before he could give you any response, you thrust your index and middle finger pass his lips, pushing down on his tongue. “you’re pretty, kai,” you say, as you thrust your fingers further. “but sometimes you can be such a bitch” your fingers are now slotted snug against his tongue, he struggles to keep himself from gagging as his eyes are becoming glossy, small tears pooling at the corners. he shuts his eyes for a moment before shaking his head, he tries to make out something but they’re mumbled because of your fingers. you coo at him before retracting them and cupping his cheek. he’s short of breath yet wastes no time, “m’sorry” you shake your head, giving him a look before firmly tapping his cheeks with your saliva covered fingers. traces of spit sticks onto his face as you push him down by his head, his hand grabbing at your wrist.

you quickly push your pants down with your free hand before quickly getting on top of him on the bed. he’s starting to smirk from seeing you sitting pant-less on him, thinking that you still gave in after all. he raises his hands to place them on your waist, before even starting to rub at your exposed thighs. you smile at him as you take his hands, guiding and placing them on your covered tits, earning a soft small moan from him. he’s happily kneading at the soft flesh as you reach over beside the bed, where there are drawers. you pull out one of them to fish out something before placing it over his hands, zip tying them together swiftly.

he was too caught up in the feeling, eyes closed and all to notice what you’re doing. he looks as if he’s panicking, trying to break the zip tie off but the friction’s hurting his wrists. “fuck- i said i was sorry ?” he lets out, his bent knees moving around and hitting the wall. you let out a sigh looking at him, as he returns a wide eyed look at you, hoping for you to take the zip tie off. “please baby ?” he tries again, before you move over him, your knees settling on each side of his head, your pussy hovering right above his face. “don’t baby me”.

you couldn’t be bothered to look at him as you run your hands through his tight curls, tugging slightly at the roots before settling all of your weight on his face, his mouth open to take your pussy. just as he flattens his tongue to lap up your juices he lets out a hummed moan, the vibration sending chills down your spine. you tighten your grab on his roots, making him hum, his tied hands behind you flailing around, tortured that he doesn’t get to feel you. one thing kai is if he’s not anything else is he’s a pussy eater, and he can so it for hours. he gets off from eating pussy, and does it like nobody’s business. but you’ve never sat on his face, though he’s begged you to before. you weren’t comfortable with the thought but you know this will shut him up.

he continues his laps against your pussy as his tongue licks at the sensitive nub, before gently sucking on it, making you whine loudly. you quickly snap out of the feeling to control your loudness, with the compound walls being thin as ever and people outside that might hear. kai doesn’t have to worry about his sounds as they’re all muffled by your pussy, so he’s moaning and whining against your folds each time his tastebud indulges your taste. his cock’s hard in his pants, begging to be let out and touched. so kai settles for the next best thing he could get right now, his tied hands cupping over his hard on and rubbing across the bulging length.

the friction of the fabric of his pants against his cock makes him feel good, he’s moaning as his hand rubs over his sensitive tip yet nothing compares to sinking inside your warm pussy. if you give him a chance right now he’s willing to kneel before you and beg for you to let him fuck, he’ll promise to do all the work while you just lay down and be a pillow princess. unfortunately his mouth is covered and pressed down against your pussy. not that he’s complaining, he gets to suck and lap the juices off your folds.

you’ve had enough of him having fun so you start grinding down, moving your hips back and forth, your pussy rubbing against his mouth and his nose. all you can see now is his eyes, glossy with long lashes staring back at you, his eyelid heavy from the pleasure. he’s moaning uncontrollably underneath you now that you’re grinding against his face, your clit nudging at his nose making you moan, your fingers tugging down at his roots. his hands are cupping his hard on, obvious bulge poking through his pants. his bent knees are flailing around from the pleasure, his hips bucking up into thin air, not quite enough to turn the restraint on his cock into pain. his waist hovers over the bed, as he speeds up his lapping against your folds. all while he’s tortured by the blood rushing to the tip of his cock, he’s overwhelmed by the sweet taste of your pussy and scent pushing down against his face. you let out a whine as you feel his lips sucking at your hole, slurping up the wetness leaking out with his tongue before fucking your hole with it.

he’s now fucking you with his tongue, sending you waves after waves of pleasure that’ll eventually come down sooner or later. “mnmgh, fu- so good kai” your praise fills him with more excitement to please you, as his slurping on your sex makes loud noises in the compound. “fuck, kai- you-you’re gonna be good after this ?” your question comes out staggered and whiny, the pleasure invading your words. he nods against your pussy, his nose nudging against your sensitive nub. “mmnhgh- oh my god, f- you’re gonna stop calling girls with that word ?” he nods rapidly, the repeated nudges of his nose making you twitch. the knot in your lower belly tightening as you pin his head down by his hair, before grinding harder against his face. you could feel his plump lips sucking on your clit. arching your back from the pleasure before looking down, you see his brown eyes already set on you, looking away just to watch your body move and writhe on top of him.

“oh my god- kai, fuck- gonna cum” you’re now borderline bouncing on his face, your hips twitching as you chase your high. he knows that you’re about to cum as he speeds up his tongue fucking into your hole. “gonna give you my cum” you hear him let out a muffled sound, as you’re busy chasing your orgasm. his hands are rubbing and squeezing down on his covered length, trying to calm the blood rushing that’s making him rock hard. you let out your final whine before moaning hard, your hips halting its movements against his face as your orgasm washes down, and you’re cumming on his mouth.

you begin to raise your hips to hover over his mouth as you immediately hear him moan, his tied hands tugging at the back of your shirt. “fuck!” curses flow out of his lips as soon as he gets to speak. his hips are bucking hard because of his twitching thighs. your breasts are heaving, trying to catch your breath and settle down. you turn your upper body to look behind you to notice the small beads of white seeping through his pants, and the bulge poking through it twitching around. your eyes go wide at the view of him cumming untouched in his pants before turning back to look at him who’s smiling at you, his eyelids droopy from being pussy drunk.

his smile is crooked and he’s seconds away from passing out. you cup your hands over your mouth for a moment before leaning down to gently kiss him, your fingers running slowly through his curls to massage his scalp. you reach again into the drawers to find a scissor, before turning behind to release his hands. he immediately reach up to wrap his arms around your waist, before you pull them away to slowly rub at his wrists. “mmhm” your gentle touch offers him some relief, making him hum in contentment. the traces of the zip tie leaving red marks as your fingers smooth over the skin.

you tsk at the obvious imprint of the restraint on his wrists, which are probably hurting like hell yet he’s too awestruck to complain. you’re still on top of him, sitting on his steady chest as he just lets you inspect his hands, too worn out to even do anything. “i love you” he mumbles out. you take his hands and place them together against your chest before leaning down again to kiss his lips. he gently returns the kiss before letting you kiss all up his cheeks, nose, eyes and forehead. “promise to be good, kai” his glossy eyes search into yours as his hands roam across your waist.

“maybe”

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[captainzigo]

so unfortunately very few entries here are going to properly be vintage. also what i consider vintage might not line up with what you do. i am not old.

also i am not wealthy. and my family isn’t wealthy. this is an expensive hobby to have. i get most of my stuff from loving it and refusing to throw it away… and digging through the trash at university. you would be surprised with the stuff people throw away. planned obsolescence has nothing on the fact that people can’t be bothered to fix a sour harddrive.

i actually fix computers as a sort of second job. it’s nice to work on computers i can’t afford and that aren’t from the trash. but i love old tech. i love breathing life in to things long dead. i’m a technonecromancer. i am not including pictures of things i haven’t finished yet for the most part. and i simply am not including most things. this is but a fraction of my power

ok so these are all my computers that work. i didn’t include ones that im still working on. they all worked but needed repairs variously. mostly they just needed new hard drives.

my game consoles. again not including ones that don’t work. i actually bought that 3ds, but the rest my parents gave me after they got them used. that gameboy has needed a screen replacement that required soldering. the ds is my little trooper and has needed nothing ever. the wii needed a new disc drive. and the 3ds came in japanese and i hacked it to english.

there’s a back view of my stickers

these are some of my various devices. again not including ones that don’t work. that nano needed a new battery which was actual hell and i’m surprised it survived. that ipad is the first ipad and she works beautifully and one time i fastened it to my tummy for a tellytubby costume. i was slutty lala and i played the old spiderman movie trilogy in glorious VHS quality. i couldn’t find my iphone 3gs for this picture :( but it will turn up. i’ll include an old picture instead of cleaning my room to find it lol

here are some novelties i just like. thats an old radio i swiped from my great grandfather. i got it working but it broke again. i dont know whats wrong with it and its so old that the parts are impossible to find. on the right is the browser for DS which is just so quaint. i love it. it barely works at all but i loaded a wikipedia page one time so xP

this is my terrible stupid tiny phone i got from aliexpress that barely works BUT IT DOES WORK and is technically loaded with all modern smartphone features. i attached a video of it barely playing roblox

this is my og imac. with the og keyboard. i didn’t include it with the working computers because it doesn’t. the harddrive died and im trying to fix it but its really hard. i’ve already sought out two different adapters that haven’t worked

and this is a commodore 64 that i also got out of the trash. it does not work but im hoping to make it work. someone clearly loved it. enough to paint it crazy colors and enough to

write some weird scifi quote on the inside of the case under the RF shield. but maybe they died, or it just became too much of an undertaking.

not included here is:

• several more apple products that i just don’t think look good. all the iphones between 6 and 11 are just so ugly. and i don’t actually like the way apple watches look

• the phone, tablet, and smart watch i actively use

• various bits and bobs like the official speakers for a imac 4, an electronic pocket dictionary, various wii peripherals and so on

• all of my audio equipment

• my iphone 3gs. i just never found it or any pictures of it. i love it tho. it was my first phone (hand me down. i’m not that old) and i have had to repair it so many times and i love taking bad photos with it

• all of my monitors

• my many videogames

• my old fridge that i love and cherish and use

• anything i have fixed and then given to someone else

• a bunch of other stuff

so if you are a beautiful trans woman, are you in love with me yet? or do i need to make a part two

[timbrewulfy]

first post, also just played In Stars and Time (SPOILERS)

can't believe I finally created my tumblr blog just to rant about my new obsession. please ignore any spelling/grammatical errors, i promise im smart. anyway, I just finished playing ISAT yesterday and it caused me emotional turmoil. it also made me spend a lot of time thinking about the connection between Loop and Siffrin. and I realized something. from Loop/Siffrin's POV, ISAT is basically a time travel fix-it story. lemme explain. on technicality, Loop is a FUTURE Siffrin. they experienced countless loops first and got to the king first. when they gave up, made a new wish, and ate the star, they became Loop, a celestial being formed by Wish Craft. and then they woke up under the favor tree to see their PAST SELF, BEFORE THE LOOPS EVEN HAPPENED. Loop time traveled to the past, but that also meant their timeline was erased. it's not that Loop's wish made a copy or clone of themselves, the Siffrin we know, that "replaces" them. it makes more sense that Loop, being a future Siffrin from their perspective, is helping their past self and in turn themselves because it'll affect their future, thus fulfilling their wish for someone to help them. they still become furious when their past self is actually able to win this time, likely because they still don't understand why the universe put them there in the past. they think it's just another cruel joke, that they're "supposed to shut up and take it." they didn't even know breaking the loops was actually possible. not to mention, Siffrin has a habit of becoming self-loathing when they're "useless" or incapable of something in comparison to others, and Loop is only a future version of Siffrin. so they see their past self achieve what they couldn't, they wonder why they didn't just hold on the first place, but then....Loop begins to fade. and wouldn't this be because.....if their past self never gave up this time, Loop would've never eaten the star? would've never even became Loop? this means Loop altered their own timeline. changed their fate by helping their past self. and they fade, because now they will get to be happy when their past self reaches the future. and they ONLY fade when it's certain that their task has been completed, that they have truly altered the course of Siffrin's life. sure, it may be paradoxical because then Loop wouldn't have gone back in time to help Siffrin, right? but the thing is, besides Loop being time traveled back to before Siffrin knew of loops, Siffrin is shown to remember anything over timelines from that point onward. so. if Loop, aka future Siffrin, was put in the past to help their past self gain a better future, so that Loop would've never had to eat the star (which wouldn't be finalized until the very end of act 5, into act 6, when Siffrin has enough hope to not give up, mind you), and Loop fades because their fate will now be whoever past Siffrin grows to be, then this ending will remain permanent and not be cancelled out by Loop "never existing", BECAUSE Siffrin still remembers any timeline anyway. they will always remember Loop. and perhaps Loop WILL be seeing Siffrin again, as they stated, but in their reflection in the future. perhaps they realize this as they fade, and that's why they're okay with it in the end. when they fight, it's like scott vs older scott in scott pilgrim takes off, basically. anyway i love siffrin he's the mentally ill protagonist ever.

[froggerland]

For the cold boys ask please tell me how you feel about Ned Little ❤️❤️❤️ Thank You!

THANK YOU FOR ASKING!!!

I am so normal about him you can't imagine how normal I am about that man.

Anyways:

First Impression: I think almost everyone has the same experience with this one: when you first watch the show you don't really register him for the first five episodes or so and then you either love him or are very much neutral about him. I vaguely remember the scene where he's standing next to Jopson looking like a kicked dog while Crozier yells at him and I think that's when I took note of him like "ohh poor boy let me give you a hug :(" I really fell for him in the second half of the season (first mainly bc hes pretty. Im a simple woman sometimes and im not afraid to admit it) and I cannot stress this enough how much the last scene where Crozier finds him half frozen with the chains on his face has altered my brain chemistry. That was the fr the point where I was like "okay so I'll never be normal again EVER huh"

Impression Now: I love him. I love him so so much on so many layers. For one I need him biblically bc I believe I can fix his ass and his sad energy and big cow eyes have bewitched me body and soul. Matthew McNulty was born to sport mutton chops and look increasingly disheveled while on a death march in the canadian arctic. But I can't put into words how much I relate to him. I am him, he is me. Genuinely if I was put on that stupid expedition in his place I would've made all the same (bad) decisions. I can literally name two other characters in media I relate to and those are Kat from Euphoria (only the first season version and I think if I watched the show now I would throw her off this list) and Connel from Normal People (him just,, big time). They just don't make characters that messy, pathetic and sad very often!! Or I'm not watching enough tv to find them but when I saw Ned throughout the season I was like "wow I relate to him so much and idk what that says about me". I feel like I went on a tangent there but I love him he is such a dear. He tried so so hard to do right and keep things under control bc he hates chaos but he was just so overwhelmed and had to deal with Croziers shit for way too long (I'm trying to sound smart rn bc people have very nuanced but sometimes also kinda weird takes on his character. Believe me I see him as more than sad wet puppy man but I don't have the words in the english language to express that)

Favorite Moment: Any scene he's in ever? Duh?? No but if I had to pick one I'd say the dundy intervention when he finally tries to put a foot down to rescue Crozier but they all just dismiss him. The way his eyes water. I. Mmh. I think I'm obligated to name his last scene as well bc that one makes me cry everytime even if I just see a gif of it, it's just so haunting and so so sad

Idea For A Story: Oh. Uhmmmmm. I'm really not a writer so I can't come up with anything cool on top of my head except let Ned be happy and comfy and warm. Tuck him into bed and give him soup. That's all

Unpopular Opinion: I can't really tell what's an unpopular opinion bc I've seen basically every take ever on him from "he is a pushover how did he even get his job" to "he's actually a meanie with big time anger issues" so. Maybe that I think he would've been a good lieutenant with a different captain on a more chill cruise. He'd do very well keeping order and the respect of the crew if he didn't have to be the doormat and errands boy for his alcoholic captain while starving in the arctic. I'd dare say 99.9% of life on a ship was more chill than the franklin expedition so maybe he wasn't the best lieutenant ever but he would've done a good job if the stakes weren't THAT high

Favorite Relationship: Started as a Joplittle stan, became a Sojoplittle truther and now my favorite is Solittle. I love my two dog boys, I love how they parallel each other (they were narrative foils your honor). But honestly anything goes, everyone deserves a bite out of nedward <3

Favorite Headcanon: That animals love him. Saw that on my feed a few days ago and yeah, agreed. He's definitely a cat person and they just flock towards him (extended hc that jirv loves animals so so much but they just hate him for some reason. So when the ships cat sneaks in during meetings jirv tries to get her to come towards him but the cat's like "ew no church boy" and jumps into Ned's lap who pets her but also prays he won't get yelled at by Crozier for this)