#Idk where that came from sorry

[dtkqer]

speaking of novios karl and quackity are some pussy coward ass bitches for not seeing knapity through/retconning it

[kimmie-nimmie]

I didn’t need to act as my sisters’ mom, I was 12-13 for crying out loud 😭

[uncharted-constellations]

Them, your honor

Anyways thank you echoes for giving poor a-ttp link a rest

[littlexdeaths]

warnings: public sex, mean dom eddie (my beloved), unprotected piv sex

something something about eddie copying and mocking your moans during sex��

the first time it happens you’ve promised to be quiet, but the way he’s rutting into you from behind has the noises pouring out of you at a rate you just can’t stop.

and normally eddie wouldn’t mind, he loves hearing you.

but in this case you really can’t be caught in this position, with your upper half bent over the hellfire table. so his hand is quick to cover your mouth when he pulls you up flush against his chest.

“just can’t keep that pretty mouth of yours shut can you, sweet thing?”

his teeth nip at your ear, the first of many mocking moans tumbling past his lips. while it’s hard for him to reach your exact pitch, that doesn’t stop him from trying.

and your body responds by squeezing his cock tighter, the mocking edge of his voice turning you on more than you ever thought possible. your muffled whimpers vibrate against his palm when he presses it more firmly against your mouth.

“oh, you like that don’t you?” he chuckles darkly, another mocking noise filling your ears. “like it when i’m a little mean to you?”

all you can do is nod dumbly, nails digging into his forearm when he suddenly picks up the pace. this new angle has him hitting all your deepest points, and ultimately defeating the purpose of you being quiet as you practically sob against his hand.

“poor thing… just feels too good, huh, baby?” he tuts softly, his other hand slipping between your thighs to circle over your swollen bud before he lands a harsh slap against it.

another muffled cry of his name leaves your lips, body trembling as your meet your end with a sudden intensity that neither of you are quite expecting. when your back eventually slumps against his chest, he removes his hand from your mouth.

the male carefully tilts your chin up to meet his ever darkening gaze.

“now sweetheart, did i say you could come?”

[bokutoko]

you're losing me

*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

he was late. again.

every time, when you’d fall asleep waiting for him and wake up the following morning, kuroo's pillow was cold. his mug that always held his morning coffee would already be in the sink when you’d make your own. even the usual lingering smell of his aftershave would be nonexistent when you’d step in the bathroom to wash your face.

the i’m sorry flowers he’d gotten for you a month ago sat on the kitchen counter, wilting, rotting, dying.

it was routine at this point: you’d let out a long sigh, listen to his ‘i’m sorry, i promise i’ll do better’ spiel, accept his apology, and the two of you would move on.

your apartment that once felt like home lost all its gleaming lights—now, sitting in the dark, you wondered just how many of those promises he’s broken.

every time, it was the same excuse. and this time was no different.

“i’m doing all of this for you! for us! i’m doing this so you can be happy!”

you blinked. “what makes you think i’d ever be happy in an empty apartment?”

he stayed silent, and you continued, “tetsu, i don’t want money. you’re all i need—“

the ringing of his phone made your blood run cold. “i have to take this, doll,” he sighed, and without listening to another word from you, he stepped onto the balcony.

watching him through the glass door, you felt worlds apart. you were never the first choice anymore. fighting on the front lines for a war you were bound to lose, you found yourself fatally wounded. even the bravest, strongest soldiers had their breaking points. and you’d finally hit yours.

it didn’t take long for kuroo to end his phone call, but it took even less time for you to pack and leave everything you knew, without a trace.

a/n: i’m sorry.

heavily inspired from taylor swift’s “you’re losing me”

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[forest-hashira]

this absolutely would not leave me alone, in reference to this post. @fushigurro thank u for supporting/enabling me. divider by cafekitsune. this is omegaverse, mentions of heat cycles/sex but nothing explicit. minors dni.

it had been a few days since your synced heat with satoru had ended, and though it hadn't actually lasted longer than normal, it had felt like it, neither of you able to get the kind of relief you really needed. you'd given yourselves a day to sober up and recover, and then you'd had a much dreaded conversation.

you'd been everything to each other since you'd gotten together straight out of school. in all that time, you'd never needed anyone else for anything, even able to get each other through your heats with a little help from some toys. but this had been a brutal wake up call, a reminder that there were some things you'd never be able to do for each other, no matter how hard you tried.

it was unsettling to realize, though, and the following realization that you would have to find someone else to trust in your most vulnerable moments was downright scary. a new partner couldn't be just anyone, especially not if they were going to help both of you when you needed it. in fact, there was only one person either of you could imagine trusting with that.

and so you set up a coffee date.

"you feelin' okay, baby?" satoru's gentle voice pulled you from your mental spiral, and you offered him a weak smile.

"what makes you ask?" you set your drink down on the table, unable to stomach anything because of your anxiety.

"your leg has been bouncing nonstop since we sat down." he peered at you over the tops of his sunglasses, leaning in to rest his forehead against your temple. "it's all gonna be fine, you know that, right?"

"unless he hates us for asking this of him and decides he never wants to speak to us again." you weren't expecting the laugh your words drew from him, and you pinched his side harshly. "don't laugh at me! it's not impossible..."

you could practically feel him roll his eyes at you. "he's not gonna hate us," he soothed, the faintest hint of a purr rumbling beneath his words, easing some of the tension in your shoulders. "i doubt he'll say no, either. he's had a thing for you for years."

"he has not!" you turned and looked up at him, wide-eyed.

satoru cocked his head slightly, seeming genuinely surprised. "he has too! he told me once when we were drunk, before we all graduated and you and i got together. you didn't know?"

"of course i didn't know! he never said anything to me. i knew he was in love with you, though."

it was satoru's turn to look shocked. "you're lying to me."

"i am not! we all saw the way he looked at you. it was obvious."

your boyfriend seemed to pale at your words, as impossible as it was. "for how long?"

"from the very first day i met you guys. he still looks at you like that, y'know."

"who looks at satoru like what?"

suguru's voice startled both of you, and you looked up at him with burning faces. the alpha's brows pinched with concern as he sat across the table from the two of you. satoru pushed a black coffee towards him, but it went untouched as he spoke again.

"are you guys okay? you said you needed to ask me something important. is something wrong?"

you and satoru exchanged a look, your omega offering you an encouraging nod.

"sort of," you sighed after a moment. "we, uh. well. our heats synced last week, and it sucked. like it was really bad."

suguru nodded, worry still painted across his features. "even with each other and..." he trailed off, glancing around as if remembering you were in a public place, and that it was probably not a great idea to talk openly about sex toys.

"yeah, even with that," you confirmed. "it was really, really miserable, and we really don't want to be caught off guard if our cycles ever sync like that again. which is why we asked you here."

now he really looked confused. "i don't think i understand."

"we need an alpha," satoru replied, his blunt nature a true blessing in that moment. "and you're the only one we trust to help us – to take care of us."

there was a beat of silence, then another. your heart began to pound, and you felt a bit sick all of a sudden. because this was it, wasn't it? your best friend outside of your partner was about to tell you both that you were disgusting simply for asking, and that he never wanted to hear from you ever again. he was—

"oh, uh... really?" there was no mistaking the flustered look on your friend's face, and that surprised you; he was usually so confident. "yeah, of course. i'm honored you trust me like that. anything you need, just let me know. i'll be there for you."

the relief that washed over you was so intense it nearly made you dizzy, and you were certain you would've collapsed if you weren't already sitting down. "you don't wanna take some time to think about it?"

he shook his head. "don't need to. if it means helping you guys, the answer's always going to be yes."

"whipped for us already, huh?" satoru teased, attempting to maintain his composure despite his face being the prettiest shade of pink.

the smile that tugged at suguru's lips was affectionate, his gaze warm as he took in the two of you across from him. "yeah," he agreed softly. "something like that."

[garden-of-seraphim]

first pic pov the doctor is a monkey picking bugs out of your hair (and eating them)

misc two pics from my phone

[pizzaqueen]

Eddie calls Steve up and he’s like “Steve! I need you to come over ASAP! I’m in a real pickle!” So, Steve goes over and finds Eddie in a giant pickle costume, laughing his ass off

[mantispire]

consequence of a flawed system

[ simon laurent infinity train ]

[coeurify]

ellie laying on your stomach playing with your shorts while you show her your animal crossing island. she wants to get laid so she’s nodding along like “yes, you’re so right tia is the best elephant villager.” while she’s rubbing your thigh, and she has to hold back the biggest sigh of her life when you giggle and tell her it’s time to tour the museum.

[crazymecjc]

armand iwtv save me,,,, save me armand iwtv

[wroteclassicaly]

Best-friend!Pervy!Reader and Bestie!Eddie, whom is getting so annoyed with you talking during his campaign planning, that he swats your ass a little too hard (you always slap each other’s butts), and you moan. It causes a chain reaction that ends up in you being over his knee and staring at a carpet full of his nasty magazines, babbling about how you want him to do all of that stuff to you. You do, however, get some teasing of your own in.

“Go look in my bag. I brought something I was gonna use in your bathroom when I took a shower.”

When he brings the vibrator into his sights, his eyes widen. “Wait — is this… One of those toy things?”

“That it is.” You’re smirking as he shifts, clearly growing in discomfort, in more ways than one.

“And you were gonna make yourself at home with it in the bathroom I share with my Uncle? The man you look at across the dinner table four nights a week?”

“After I stole a few of your shirts to hump first, that is also correct.”

You’ve never seen the metal-head, motor-mouth so slack jawed and speechless. Until he he says, “You better fuckin’ show me.”

~*~

“Fuck, sweetheart. No, slap yourself with it harder.” A groan of appreciation, before a deep huff of annoyance. “I fuckin’ said — HARDER!” And he has to force his impulses to stay in control, to not overstep and do it himself.

When you struggle to slap the pulsating end of the buzzing toy to your swollen clit, overly slick, you see Eddie completely drunk on you from his palm to chin position, between the plush of your thick thighs. He’s trying to communicate a want without the desire to cross a boundary. You melt and choke on a gasp of excitement, before you level off your ballooning heart rate with a statement.

“Help me, asshole!”

Rings clink, air is inhaled so sharply that you’re surprised he doesn’t choke. The warmth fans across your cunt, making you arch, your embarrassingly soaked pussy leaking into your ass, causing your cheeks to stick when you move. Eddie’s day old washed curls tickle your calve. Shaking fingers are explorative, hesitant, tickling the creamy curls that have matted above your clit. He dips in seconds later, spreading your lips into a typical V.

Firm, confident direction is given next. His lust clouding his usual demeanor. “There. Like —“ He wraps his spare hand around yours over the toy, bringing it down with a strong, sopping wet smack. You both moan out, his getting caught on the sentence’s finish, “— this.”

[feistyvirghoe]

「 ✦ 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝙇𝙀𝘾𝙏𝙄𝙑𝙀 𝙈𝙀𝙎𝙎𝘼𝙂𝙀𝙎 ✦ 」 ೃ⁀➷

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 #1 ʚɞ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 #2 ʚɞ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚

「 ✦ 𝙈𝙔 𝙋𝘼𝘾𝙎 ✦ 」 ೃ⁀➷

↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ- ʜᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰꜱ/ꜰᴘ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴜʀɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘʀᴇɢɴᴀɴᴄʏ ↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ ˊ-

*♡∞:｡.｡ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ? ~ 18+ ˚₊·➳❥ PILE 1 -3◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

*♡∞:｡.｡ ᴀʟʟ ᴀʟᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ, ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅᴏ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜ? ~ 18+ ˚₊·➳❥ PILE 4-6◛⑅·˚ ༘ ♡

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴍᴀᴋᴇꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴛʀɪᴋᴇ ʟɪᴋᴇ ʟɪɢʜᴛɴɪ��ɢ? ᴏᴡɴɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴋɴ ᴘᴏᴡᴇʀ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ

•*¨*•.¸¸☆*･ﾟʏᴏᴜ, ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ? ﾟ･*☆¸¸.•*¨*•

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆ ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ʜᴇᴀʀ ᴏꜰᴛᴇɴ. ⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ᴡʜᴏ’ꜱ ᴋᴇᴇᴘɪɴɢ ᴛᴀʙꜱ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜ? ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜʏ? *ੈ✩‧₊˚

♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ. ᴀɴ ɪɴꜱɪɢʜᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ꜱᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴅᴀʏᴅʀᴇᴀᴍꜱ. ᴡʜᴀᴛ ᴋᴇᴇᴘꜱ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴜᴘ ᴀᴛ ɴɪɢʜᴛ? 18+ ♡₊˚ 🦢・₊✧

˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡ ˚ʜᴏᴡ ᴡɪʟʟ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴇᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴜᴛᴜʀᴇ ꜱᴘᴏᴜꜱᴇ/ʟᴏᴠᴇʀ?˚ ༘ ೀ⋆｡ ˚

∘°∘♡∘°∘ ᴡʜᴀᴛ’ꜱ ʜᴏʟᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ʙᴀᴄᴋ ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ? ∘°∘♡∘° ∘

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ꜱᴜᴘᴇʀᴍᴏᴏɴ ɪɴ ᴀʀɪᴇꜱ *ੈ✩‧₊˚

୧⋆. -ʚɞᴡʜᴀᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰꜱ/ꜰᴘ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴛᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ʙᴇꜰᴏʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴇᴇᴛ?୧⋆. -ʚɞ

˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰꜱ/ꜰᴘ ᴡᴀɴᴛꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴀʟɪɢɴ ʏᴀ ᴄʜᴀᴋʀᴀꜱ ᴡʜɪʟᴇ ʏ'ᴀʟʟ ᴀʀᴇ ꜰᴜᴄᴋɪɴɢ? 18+ ˚ ༘♡ ⋆｡˚ ꕥ

♡₊˚ ・₊✧ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇʏʟʟ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜ ɪɴ ʙᴇᴅ? 18+ ♡₊˚ ・₊✧ ✎ᴛʙᴀ

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ ᴛʜᴇ ᴠɪʙᴇ ᴏꜰ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜱᴏᴜʟ ᴛʀɪʙᴇ? *ੈ✩‧₊˚ ✎ᴛʙᴀ

⋆·˚ ༘ *🔭୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ 𝘼 𝘽𝙄𝙏 𝘼𝘽𝙊𝙐𝙏 𝙈𝙀 ⋄ 𓍯⋆·˚ ༘ *🔭

- i am kaali, a 23 yr old , afro-puerto rican woman 🇻🇮🇵🇷

- i am a virgo sun, saggi moon, and scorpio asc, leo venus

-i’ve been hiding my gifts for awhile now but im still a beginner and striving to learn more as i grow with u guys and this platform

-everything comes from our creator! that’s my belief, please be respectful !

-i also curse a lot (bit of a truck drivers mouth lmao) i’m sorry if that bothers you, my page may not be for you, but i’ll calm down…maybe💀😏 it’s just a little chaotic w the way i channel haha…

-btw if ur not into lovey dovey readings then my page may not be for you, i’ll try to make it more diverse but i just love love yall and there’s someone out there for everyone, we all have a special person who’s made just for us i feel lol..i want us all to believe that we will be able to meet up and connect with the right healthy, loving partner who’s just for you and is all about you as well, healthy reciprocation.

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-if you can’t be respectful and kind then you need to leave, process that unhealed anger and resentment somewhere else, this is a peaceful place for others to let go of their worries and feel safe, my blog is my safe space and i’m opening up to everyone, except for the shit i stated above, sorry for being too blunt but those are my boundaries and if you don’t like it then just GO !

[wrathofrats]

Au where Terzo still dies but by omegas hand.

Terzo asking omega to use quintessence on him, and omega hesitating because he knows a ghoul will be fine, but a human? He’s never done it before, at least nothing to the mind. Small cuts and bruises can be tended to and omega can watch the skin thread together but he can’t see inside of terzos head when he uses it to control him.

He’s convinced anyways, Terzo practically begs, says just one time he wants to know what it feels like. Omega agree, places his hands on the sides of his head, and watches terzos eyes go blank with his mouth slack.

It’s a nice rush, a much needed break from the stresses of the ministry. So he asks again, and again, small fixes here and there like any other ghoul would ask for. Maybe just take over for a sermon so Terzo didn’t have to stress, or erase a memory he didn’t want anymore.

And omega would continue to do it, because he loves him, and there seems to be no consequences.

Until Terzo starts to forget things. He doesn’t remember where he set down his keys, nearly misses sisters birthday until omega reminds him, stumbles over his usual nicknames for omega. He blames it on brain fog, he’s just having a bad week. But it only gets worse.

Terzo becomes a shell of his former self before passing away in the ministry infirmary. He said he had a migraine and omega demanded he be watched. He slips away peacefully in the middle of the night. Brain and consciousness eaten away by quintessence.

[iloveacronix]

I love Krux and Acronix. Best best bros. Best bros. Woag. Krux and Acronix. Silly war criminals!! Woag! I love Krux and Acronix!! I hope nothing bad happens to them! Woag! Krux! Acronix! Krux and Acronix! Woo! Woag! Watch hands of time and see how supportive they are to each other! Krux waited 40 years for his brother to come back! Woag! So sweet! Best bros! I love Krux and Acronix!

I hope they both die in each other's arms, pleading each other to keep going, to let go of the other, to continue living. I hope they both cry and break down into tears when they realize that they, once again, have been separated by time itself. Their power. The one thing that connected them had also torn them apart. I hope they hug terribly after finding each other again, only to find out that their nice little reunion was just a dream. I hope they spend years separated. Anything for the angst, trust trust....

[annt-i]

Watched "I Saw The TV Glow" with some friends a few days ago (fantastic fucking movie btw) and was inspired to do a piece involving neon lighting, so ofc I put Yassen and Alex in it.