#OH OH ALSO!! i have another req ready to post i am going to post it later tonight after resting and eating

[welcometogrouchland]

Oouuhh. EVIL tired ....

[calholic]

Can you do a fic about Bill or Tom (doesn’t matter who because atp I can’t decide whether I’m a Bill girl or a Tom girl 😭) where both him and reader have been dreaming of eachother, but they’ve never met like ever. Like randomly they started having dreams of eachother, but the catch is, they’ve been dreaming WITH eachother. Then maybe one day they see eachother irl and both are in shock to find out that they’ve been dreaming with eachother

(Sorry if this doesn’t make sense 😭)

T. KAULITZ x READER

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: you haven’t gotten much sleep lately since you’ve been dreaming about a mysterious boy.

★ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: alcohol, swearing

★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: LOL i am definitely a tom girl but anyways sorry i’ve been busy y’all 😻 i have to do band stuff (yes im in band) speaking of which though… band camp is starting soon so im gonna be really busy unfortunately 😭 but send reqs and i’ll try to write as much as i can and get a lot posted before i leave and i also try to post during it as well!! ALSOOOO my birthday is tomorrow yippee 🥳

you haven’t been able to sleep much recently, not ever since a mysterious bit appeared in your dreams. it was strange since you’ve never seen him before but you weren’t complaining since damn he was hot. your dreams with the boy were all very vivid, almost like they were real and you feel in control in those dreams, like it’s real life. you and the mysterious boy never speak in the dreams, usually you two would just enjoy each others company, amused by one another.

you wondered if that boy was real person dreaming just like you.

before you could overthink it though, you got up to get ready. you brushed you teeth, got changed and started making breakfast. you placed your food on the kitchen table before taking a seat and calling your friend liz. “can i come over later?” you asked her through the phone. “sure. i’m just picking breakfast right now, want some?” she asked. you looked down at your plate, deciding whether to eat at your place or abbi’s. “i’ll have some, see you later,” you said.

you packed your breakfast up put it in the fridge, making your way out the door to abbi’s house. since her place wasn’t that far, you would always walk over which took less that 15 minutes. when you finally got to her house, you decided to tell her all about your dreams with the mysterious hot boy. “okay so like the dreams are super vivid, but they’re just dreams,” you explained. “and the boy? do you know him?” she asked. “that’s the thing! i don’t know him, he’s like super mysterious,” you replied.

“well what does he look like?” she asked. you though about it entire giving your response. “well he has like dreadlocks, he wears baggy clothes and he has a lip piercing right here,” you explained, pointing to your lip. “he sounds totally hot,” abbi said sarcastically. “ugh you don’t get, i wud you could see him because he is totally hot,” you said. “yeah whatever,” she said.

you guys continued eating your food before abbi started talking. “do you wanna go out tonight?” she asked. “i don’t know… i’m not really i’m the mood,” you replied. “well maybe you’ll find your dream boy,” she said. “oh you’re right, fine i’ll go but you’re paying for first round of shots,” you said laughing as abbi rolled her eyes. you guys decided to go out to run some errands before going back to your place to get ready.

you guys first went to the post office since abbi had to mail something. you waited outside since she’d be awhile and as you waited you noticed someone that caught your eye. it was a boy who looked exactly the one in your dreams but… different? you thought. this boy had spiky black hair instead of dirty blonde dreadlocks. he was inside a gift shop across from the post office. you quickly rushed into the post office to grab abbi’s attention.

“abbi! look! across the street, that boy with black hair, do you see him?” you asked. “yeah…? what’s wrong with him?” she asked. “he looks exactly like the boy in my dreams,” you said. abbi didn’t speak for a second. “wow, i’m sorry i doubted you then, that boy is hot,” she said. “i know right?!” you replied. “well what are you going to do?” she asked. “nothing i guess, i mean what can i do?” you replied. “you’re right, let’s just go back to your place now,” she replied.

you two took a taxi back to yours since it would’ve been a 30 minute walk. “maybe we will fine your dream boy tonight, i mean we basically saw his twin today,” abbi said. “maybe,” you replied, focused on your mascara. abbi was curling her hair and you were doing your makeup as you waited for her to finish. you two switched before both finishing. “you done?” she asked. “almost,” you said, putting your hoop earring in. “okay! now i’m done,”

you guys took get another taxi to the club for a night out, hoping to find your dream boy or at least get drunk. the club was packed today, it’s not like it was the weekend so you weren’t sure why. as you two walked in you could tell the club was filed with girls, all in a crowd surrounding someone. you and abbi tried looking to see who it was but couldn’t push through the other girls. “is there a celebrity or something?” abbi asked. “i don’t know but let’s just go to the bar,” you replied. as you two left the crowd, you didn’t realize a pair of eyes following you.

you ordered your drink along with abbi and you guys started talking as you waited. “look around, do you see him?” you asked abbi. “i can’t tell this club is filled with girls,” she said. “yeah i wonder what that’s about,” you said as you looked at the crowd. your drinks arrived and you two started drinking, you both got shots. even though abbi could not hold alcohol she always insists on drinking and she was already drunk after her third shot.

she decided to walk around now, searching for a hookup and you decided to follow her. she laid eyes on a boy with curly brown hair and started making a move, you decided to leave her and go sit on a sofa. you sat around awkwardly now not knowing what to do until you locked eyes with familiar face. you couldn’t believe what you were seeing, it was the boy from your dreams. he had the dreadlocks and everything and he looked shocked to see you as well. you didn’t know if you should approach him or just leave it because what if he thinks you’re crazy?

you convinced yourself that you were seeing things and that the alcohol was kicking in so you went to the nearest bathroom you could find. you splashed your face with water before getting your phone out to text abbi about the encounter. you then prepared yourself and walked out.

“hey,” you heard a male voice call from behind you as you slowly turned around. “hello?” you asked. it was the same boy you saw a few minutes ago. “this may sound weird but i’ve been seeing you in my dreams lately and i haven’t been able to sleep. i knew i had to approach y since this was such a coincidence,” he said and you were surprised that he was dreaming about you as well. “wow, oh my gosh. i’ve been dreaming about you too, i wasn’t sure you were real when i saw you but i haven’t been able to sleep recently either,” you replied.

“let me buy you a drink,” he said. you nodded and followed him to the bar. you guys got to talking more and you both realized you’ve been dreaming about the same thing. “do you think we’ve been dreaming together? i mean my dreams feel pretty vivid,” you said. “surprisingly this makes sense,” he replied. you guys instantly clicked after that. you found out that his name was tom and you told him about your encounter with his “look-a-like” which you now know as his twin bill.

once you both left the bar you started texting instead and of course you had to tell abbi all about it.

[cyancherub]

*violently slams fists onto the table*

I just saw your post about who you’ve gotten votes for and not a single person has said Geto Suguru yet??? Not one? Oh lawd, I told myself I was gonna’ act like a normal human being but that just went straight out the window. I would stop at absolutely nothing to see you write for him and that is not a little jokey joke for us to tee hee about. You want my first born? Money? Your arch enemies heart delivered to you in a decorative box?? I didn’t know he was an option but now that I do I’m ready to pull my own teeth out, just the thought of you writing for Suguru has me 🤸🤸🤸🤸 popping my pussy in a handstand, phew.

Because listen … listen. I just know you’d do him justice, I fucking know you would, and nobody understands how goddamn PARCHED I am for that man on a daily, hourly, minute by minute basis. It’s actually sick how bad I want him. It’s abhorrent. I would do literally and I do mean literally anything he asked me to do. I may or may not have written a fic where he makes us eat his ass and it just needs to go through the editing process before I can post it but YEP I sure as hell do mean anything, I don’t even care if it flops I wrote that shit for ME, myself and I, good god

So anyway, yeah, I’d definitely like to submit one (1) ballot for Geto Suguru please. Thank you for your time and please have a lovely day. 💕👼💕

IM SUPER LATE TO THIS BABY IM SORRY!!!!

BUT!!!! AHHHHH i took another look at the poll thing and a couple ppl voted for geto!!!! ive had a few reqs to write for him in the past too AND HONESTLY I WANT TO BECAUSE HES SO SEXY ALKFLKG his character design is top tier to me HE IS JUST BEAUTIFUL ;;;;; like if i had to choose one jjk character who is the most gorjus to me it would be him or maybe toji AOAOSADJ. BUT ANYWAY!!! I PROMISE UUUU HE IS ON MY TO WRITE LIST HE IS VERY HIGH UP THERE ACTUALLY!!! i want to write him . very cruel FGLKG help. i love him hes so evil it makes me crazy!!! POPPING YOUR PUSSY IN A HANDSTAND—I LAUGHED OUT LOUDDLKLD help me LMAOAO

PLSSSSS I AM SO FLATTERED U THINK I WOULD DO HIM JUSTICE I WILL DIE. i think he would be so much fun to write for AHHHHHHHH im going to lose my MARBLES ! ! ! but YESYESYS i would do anything he asked me to also <333 but why lie he wouldnt ask us he would TELL us </33 *BONES START RATTLING IN MY SKIN* ANYWAY

HELLO???HELLLOOOLLFKLSDKF HELLO if u do not tag me in this fic i am going to punch 5050598 holes thru my wall!!!! PLS TAG MEEEE IM GONNA YELL thats so sexy IL DIEEEE

BUT YES REQUEST RECEIVED LOUD AND CLEAR!!! im gonna do my jjk reread soon so i can get the characterization down and then !!!! WOOOOO

[katsuukiwii]

Proud- Levi X Reader Chapter Ten

Chapter 10: “New Behavior” Chapter Warnings: Language, suggestive material, teen (OF AGE) working in a sex shop, sex toys mentioned, mention of sex

I provide definitions for sex toys at the end so you don’t have to look them up!

Spoiler (check after reading chapter): Based off of this post that I REALLY REALLY LIKED

Also I have three reqs that I will be working of after this! I go latest req to most recent req

He walks down the hall, knocking on Liam’s door, checking if he’s awake. After getting no response, he opens the door, seeing the brunette lying in bed, asleep. Levi walks over, placing a hand on the boy's small shoulder and shaking him softly, he speaks in a low, gentle voice, “Liam? It’s time to wake up buddy, you have school today.” The boy grumbles, sitting up and looking at Levi angrily. Any other parent would be upset, but waking up extremely pissed off was a normal Ackerman thing, and spending the rest of the day LOOKING pissed off, was also an Ackerman thing. 

He gives the boy a kiss on the cheek before telling him to come downstairs for breakfast. Levi walks down, setting some pancakes on the table with two pieces of bacon and some scrambled eggs. Liam woke up every morning with a proper, healthy meal! Levi, woke up with toasted pop tarts and tea. He turns to look at the doorway as Liam arrives. He sets a plate on the table and the boy hops up, taking a bite of the pancakes happily! “Thank you Papa,” Levi raises a brow as he notices the boy mutter the same words under his breath, “You’re welcome bud.” He smirks, knowing that he’s never seen Liam do that before, but he brushes it off, ‘It’s probably just one of those weird things that kids do.’

So, he goes back upstairs, gets a shower, gets dressed, and grabs his phone, messaging Mike.

Levi (6:46am)

“Hey, wanna go to the gym later?”

Mike (6:48am)

“Sure! But I thought we just went 

the other day?”

Levi (6:48am) 

“Yeah, but it’s boring here. I was 

thinking maybe I’d let (Y/N) 

meet Liam?”

Mike (6:49am)

“Awww, you have a crush”

“She’s really nice and keeps her 

house clean so i thought u 

would like that lmao”

Levi (6:49am)

“You went to her house?”

Mike (6:49am)

“Shit, that sounds bad-”

“Me and violet hit it off, so i 

went to hang out with her”

And they were roommates

Levi (6:50am) 

“Jesus fucking christ i hate you.”

Mike (6:50am)

“See you at the gym”

Levi (6:50am)

“See you”

He puts his phone in his pocket, grabbing his gym bag and walking back downstairs, seeing Liam’s now empty plate at the table. Putting the plate in the sink, he steps into the living room, chuckling at the small boy watching cartoons and giggling. He scoops Liam up in his arms, causing him to squeal, “Papa! Put me down!” Despite his words, he giggles as Levi spins him around once, kissing both of his cheeks, his forehead, and his nose before sitting him back down, “Okay, okay. There you go.”

The boy gives him a hug before they get ready to leave. He hands Liam his coat, letting him put that on while Levi tosses on his own, lifting the warm hood over his head before wrapping Liam’s scarf around him carefully. The snow had started to really come down, so he had to make sure his son was warm. “Okay, go grab your back pack,” Liam goes upstairs, coming back down a few minutes later with his bag. 

He sets the boy in the car that was already warm (he lets it run for a few minutes) and tosses his gym bag in the back next to Liam. After that, he grabs his own backpack and sets it on the floor of the car. He hops in, putting the car into reverse and pulling out of the driveway before finally rolling down the road. 

...

Levi had just dropped Liam off at Erwin’s and was now about to start work, he looks at the time, 5pm, knowing that it’s finally time to start his shift. He walks out to the front counter, checking around the shop and making sure it all looked clean, after about 15 minutes of that somebody walks in. 

“Welcome to ‘Does Your Mother Know?’, what are you looking fo-”

Levi stops mid sentence, the woman stares at him, before looking over at the sex toys on display, then to the racks of porn flicks and lingerie, then back to him, “Uhh...Hi, (Y/N).”

“I didn’t know you worked here! Do you get discounts?” Levi’s eyes widen, confused as to why she wasn’t mad, “Yeah, I do...Why do you wanna know anyway?” Levi smirks as (Y/N) shakes her head, “I just wanted to. Might come in handy one day. ANYWAY-I was gonna let whoever was working here know that I’m about to install the Christmas decorations!”

Levi raises his brow in acknowledgement, “You’re doing the installation?” She nods, “Mhm! I’m a landscaper, but you can’t really do that in the colder months. So near Christmas time I go around and hang up a bunch of decorations!” He smiles at her enthusiasm, taking her hand and spinning her in a circle as she giggles. 

“Okay then. If you need any help let me know.” She turns, pressing a kiss to his cheek, “This is my job, I bet I could do better than you.” He hums in agreement, hugging her before letting her step outside, the sky already getting dark, illuminated by the street lights and signs that are lit from the shop.

...

It doesn’t take long until Levi steps outside, the snow falling heavily as he noticed (Y/N) on a ladder, hanging decorations, “(Y/N)!” After hearing him shout up at her, she looks down, them shouting back and forth at each other, “What?”

“Do you need more light? If you want, you can take a break! After my shift ends I’ll help you out!” She smiles, covering the lights from the snow and stepping down carefully, quickly moving into Levi’s arms where he takes her into the shop to warm up. “Thank you...When does your shift end?”

“About ten. It’s eight now, but I assume it takes a while.”

She nods her head, “It does. Thank you baby.” He suddenly noticed the nickname, his face now turning a light shade of pink, “Uh, yeah...No problem. Do you wanna go get a drink? There’s a Olive Garden down the street, you can go get something to drink, maybe some breadsticks, and then come back?” (Y/N) nods, giving him yet another hug before exiting happily, past another person who was entering, “Oh, hi Mike!”

“Well, well, well. What are you up to here?” Mike smirks as Levi rolls his eyes, “She’s the one installing the Christmas lights, dude. Why are YOU here?”

Mike giggles as (Y/N) leaves, getting into her car and driving over to the Olive Garden, “Well, I do need a new fleshlight BUT THATS NOT WHY I’M HERE. I wanted to ask when we’re gonna go workout, because I know it’s not tonight.” 

“Yeah, I’m sorry. I thought we’d be able to, but I’m working late. But I am off tomorrow, so we can go whenever you want,” Mike nods before looking around the shop, grabbing a fleshlight off of one of the shelves and setting it on the counter, “That’s 75 dollars. Pay up.” Mike hands him the money and he sets in the register, “Alright, there’s your fleshlight, freak. Get out.” Mike laughs, knowing the Levi’s joking.

Anybody else would think he’s being serious, but in reality, he couldn’t care less, and that’s why he worked in a sex shop. There was no shaming people, even if he didn’t like it. To sex shop workers, it was simply buying what you needed to get off, and it was far better than buying toys online. That way you could actually see and feel to make sure it suited your preferences and tastes! Most people thought only creeps worked there, but truthfully, you needed to have very good people skills, and be willing to openly talk to people about something so private.

...

The lights were finally up, with Levi’s help! Of course, (Y/N) did do most of the work, but regardless, she was grateful. The two hold each other, looking up at the bright decorations and lights, “Y’know...For a sex shop, you gave it a really good look.” She swats his arm playfully before looking into his eyes. They pull each other closer, sharing a soft kiss and pulling back, just barely, before deciding they both wanted yet another one, making this one a bit longer. 

They finally pull back, panting slightly, before (Y/N) speaks, “How much time do you have until you have to get home?” Levi checks his phone, setting it in his coat pocket, “Maybe half an hour, why?”

“....A quickie?” Levi smirks as he feels (Y/N) fingers run over his undercut, sending chills down his spine, “I’m trying to show you I’m better than that! I think your genuinely nice, and I don’t just wanna fuck you.”

“So...That’s a no?”

“It’s a yes, I’m just saying-”

And so, they spent those thirty minutes in the back of Levi’s car, hidden behind the store. What a night.

[17mounteens]

Weak spot (Joshua)

Request:

hello i love your blog so much you honestly have the best content!! im so embarrassed to be sending this req in JGJKDTJHG but i'd like to req smut with josh or minghao where you come over wearing a sweater of his he left at your place and that sort of gets him like [sweats nervously] 👀 i hope this makes sense?? lots of intentional or unintentional teasing maybe and if you can make him not too dominant that would be A+!!!! AAAHH thank you!

» Decided to go with Joshua since Minghao has more requests than him ;n; 💕 and no need to have been embarrassed at all!

» Smut.

» You go over to Joshua’s place wearing one of his sweaters that he’s left at your place, and the sight makes him feel several things. Mostly intentional teasing ensues and things get heated.

» If you’re using the tumblr app and can’t see the scenario, which is under a “keep reading”, please try opening the post in your phone’s internet browser (or a computer)! 💕

» 3,185 words

It was one of those days when you just wanted to be comfortable, preferably clad in clothes that gave you plenty of freedom to move while giving you the right amount of warmth, too.

After rummaging through your closet to no avail, you huffed and turned around to look at your room in search of the one shirt that would be what you needed. You didn’t know which shirt it would be, exactly, but as soon as your eyes found the sweater hanging on the back of your chair, you knew.

That was the one, and that particular sweater that hung fairly loose on you was one that your boyfriend had left at your place a few days earlier. It was white, oversized and had a rather deep V-neck, and you loved the way it looked on you. To top it off it was also incredibly comfortable and smelled like your boyfriend, and once you got it paired with a pair of leggings, you were good to go.

You were comfortable and with that, you were ready to take on the day.

The day was one of the longer ones, with multiple lectures to attend and projects to work on, and by the end of it you were not only tired but mildly frustrated, and only in a sexual way.

As it turned out, wearing a sweater that reminded you of Joshua was backfiring on you, because it had made you think about him for the better part of the day, and at some point missing him had started turning into missing his touch in particular.

Perhaps some of it had to do with the memories that the scent joined with the sweater brought to your mind, because he had left it at your place after spending a passionate night with you. Perhaps.

It hadn’t even been that long since you last saw him - only a few days, really - but at the end of your last lecture all you could think about was just how much you needed his hands all over you with his lips pressed to your neck. Or anywhere else, really.

Somewhere during that lesson you had quickly texted him and asked if you could go over to his place when you were done, and his response was positive, which was more or less what you had expected, too.

“So, do you have plans after this is over?” your friend asked you in a whisper, and you licked your lips slowly while finishing up the sentence you were writing into your notes.

’A dick appointment’, you thought to yourself half-jokingly, but resorted to nodding. “Yeah, I’m going to see Joshua.”

“Oh, for a study date?” your friend asked teasingly, and you froze for a second before fixing the typo you had made after the question.

“Ah, not really,” you began in a hum and closed your notebook before straightening your back. “Just… hanging out, I guess.”

They nodded in understanding with a smile on their lips. “As long as you’re together, right?”

“Exactly,” you grinned and patted their shoulder before getting up, a mere second after the lecturer had announced the end of the session. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“See you,” they hummed and waved at you as you hurried to leave the room in order to catch the earliest possible bus to Joshua’s place.

Twenty or so minutes later Joshua put down his laptop after hearing knocks on his door, and soon you were welcomed with a bright smile on the face you loved the most.

“Hey,” you smiled widely and immediately leapt to hug Joshua, who hugged you back with his smile only widening.

“Long day?” he asked in amusement and pressed a kiss to your temple, and you nodded as you relaxed in his arms.

“Much too long,” you sighed and pulled back. “But it just got a lot better.”

Joshua chuckled softly. “Good to hear.”

You nodded and closed the door, and while Joshua looked at his kitchen, wondering if he had anything to offer you, you took your jacket and shoes off.

“Are you hungry? I think I have some--” Joshua’s words were cut off when he saw you wearing a pair of black leggings paired with a very familiar sweater. He took in how it fell down on your body, and once you turned to face him, his eyes were drawn to just how stunning the V-neck was on you, showing some cleavage as well as collar bones.

His Adam’s apple bobbed, his eyes widened momentarily and, as much as he did ignore it, some blood started rushing between his legs.

“Yes?” you asked with a small grin, very aware of the effect your outfit had on your boyfriend, and stepped closer while subtly dragging the sweater even lower on the front by tugging at the hem.

Joshua could hardly form a coherent sentence as his gaze focused on the tops of your breasts that were now practically all for him to see. “I-- I think I have some leftovers from yesterday.”

It both excited you and boosted your self-confidence to see him almost stammering at the mere sight of you in his sweater, and in particular because you wanted your visit to escalate to sex, it also made you more determined.

“I could use some food,” you smiled and followed him to the kitchen, holding back a chuckle at the rosy color that had appeared on his ears.

He got the food out and let you take some and warm it up, and while you did that, he continued appreciating how the sweater looked on you, even if it meant his heart beating faster and arousal growing inside of him.

It hardly helped that he found you incredibly attractive no matter what you were wearing - it was simply that you wearing something that was his was so sexy to him that he didn’t know what to do with himself. He could easily tell what he wanted to do, but otherwise he was just as lost as a puppy.

You ate while talking casually, which contrasted with how you both essentially just wanted to have sex, and proceeded to move to the couch, where you cuddled and talked about your days.

Eventually the talking turned into holding hands, however, and from there on it turned into moving your hands on each other’s bodies a little while kissing languidly as you both simply enjoyed being with each other - the person you were the happiest around.

With how horny you had been, it wasn’t too surprising for you that you were already wet, but there was something about how obviously affected Joshua was by your outfit choice that made you want to tease him some more.

“I’ll go get more comfortable,” you said as you pulled away from the kiss and got up from the couch, leaving Joshua with his lips slightly parted in confusion.

“Sure,” he said and lay down before letting out a huff. He was so worked up already, and if he didn’t know any better, he would’ve thought you were messing with him on purpose. And besides, couldn’t you just get comfortable there?

“Alright,” you stated and returned from his room, this time wearing nothing but his sweater. It covered the upper parts of your thighs, but everything else was out there.

Once Joshua noticed that you had also taken your bra off, he could only swallow hard as his cock continued hardening in his sweatpants. Were you messing with him after all?

“I’ll get something to drink,” you hummed casually and went to the kitchen corner, tip-toeing a little at the cupboard with all the glasses. You reached for a glass at one of the higher shelves, and with that the sweater rode up on your body enough to show your ass, which in turn showed Joshua that you were wearing a thong.

Breathing heavily, Joshua walked up to you. You were messing with him.

Your lips spread to a small smirk when you felt him pressing against your body from behind before he handed you a glass from the top shelf.

“Are you even thirsty?” he asked, his voice lower than it had been earlier, and when you moved a little, you could feel his erection pressing against your lower back.

Biting down on your lower lip and feeling excitement building in the pit of your stomach, you nodded. “I am.”

You got some water into the glass and downed it in one go. Joshua watched you intently, and once you had put the glass down, you turned around and got your arms around his neck.

“But not only for water,” you said meaningfully, looking directly into his eyes, and felt shivers run down your spine when he placed his hands on your hips and pulled you closer.

“I knew something was up,” he mumbled and leaned down to give you a teasing kiss that left you waiting for more. “I want you.”

You licked your lips and moved your gaze down to his. “I want you, too.”

With that, you locked your lips in another heated kiss, during which he brought you back to the couch. You lay down with him and allowed your hands to roam around his body, over and under the long-sleeved shirt he was wearing, and felt his hands under your sweater, too.

Soon his shirt was lying on the floor with his sweatpants and your thong and you were sharing passionate kisses time after time as his hand squeezed your thigh before moving higher.

Your breath hitched in your throat when you felt his fingers near your pussy, and once they pressed lightly to your clit, you moaned and bucked against his touch. “Joshua…”

“You should’ve told me you were this needy,” he said quietly, incredibly turned on by how wet you were, and began massaging your clit gently. You whimpered and, as though looking for some support or distraction, slid your hand down his body until you could get it into his boxers and wrap it around his half-hard cock.

“Well, you know now,” you said with an amused hint to your tone and licked your lips when you began stroking him slowly. His fingers felt heavenly on your sensitive bundle of nerves, but they felt even better when they slid lower on your pussy and one of them entered you. You let out a content sigh. “Yes.”

Joshua hissed and began fingering you slowly, first with one and soon with two fingers. He was hardening in your hand, and soon you were holding a fully hard cock that was starting to leak a bit of pre-cum, which made stroking him a bit easier, too. His fingers felt heavenly inside of you, and not only because he’d occasionally rub your clit with his thumb, too, and the pleasure had you pulling him into a deep kiss with your free hand.

“I need you so bad,” you whimpered against Joshua’s lips, your hips bucking into his hand while you did your best to stroke him as steadily as you could. He breathed heavily and grunted quietly at your words, and you could feel him fucking your fist, too. “Please, Joshua…”

He pulled back and looked at you hungrily, his fingers slowly sliding out of you, slick with your anticipation. You whined at the loss of them and looked at him pleadingly while he eyed you up and down. Joshua licked his lips slowly and ran his clean hand over one of your inner thighs. “How badly do you need me?”

“So badly,” you said and bit down on your lower lip a little before spreading your legs invitingly. “Don’t you want to show me how you feel after seeing me in your sweater?”

“I do,” Joshua said without another second of thinking and moved his hand higher on your body until he was able to cup your breast through the sweater. “It looks so hot on you…”

While nodding approvingly, you leaned into his touch and smiled. “Thank you.”

He chuckled softly and sucked his fingers clean before standing up. “I’ll grab a condom.”

“Don’t take too long,” you hummed and were amused to see him back within five seconds after Joshua had quite literally ran into his bedroom to get one. A grin spread to your lips when he was back at the couch, kneeling down between your legs. You got your hands to his hair when he had leaned down a little. “You didn’t disappoint.”

“I would never,” he grinned and gave you a playful kiss while gently ripping the wrapping of the condom open and putting it on his cock. “And I don’t intend to disappoint you with what’s to come, either.”

“You never do,” you said almost dreamily as you allowed yourself get lost in his deep brown eyes. Once you felt him moving the tip of his cock up and down your wet pussy, you whimpered and held his hair tighter. “Fuck…”

“I’m sorry, am I teasing you?” Joshua asked teasingly, knowing just how wet and needy you were, and continued moving his cock against you with a bit more pressure. Your toes were curling at every contact that his length had with your swollen clit, and all you could do was nod.

“You’re not even sorry,” you said quietly and moved your hips against him in an attempt to get more. “I’ve waited all day for this, and you just--”

“Who was it that came over to tease me, huh?” he inquired with an obvious smirk on his lips and stopped moving. Aligning his cock with your entrance, he licked his lips and leaned down to kiss you by your ear. “But you know I’m weak for you when you look like that.”

Your lips spread into a grin that soon turned into the perfect “o” as you moaned when Joshua pushed into you. He got your legs over his arms and, when you had whispered a plea against his lips, leaned down to kiss you and began fucking you.

A blissful moan left your lips at the feeling of him moving inside of you, finally filling you just how you had been dreaming all day, and you felt like you couldn’t get enough.

Joshua eventually pulled away from the kiss and straightened his back enough to be able to see you properly. His sweater looked even better on you now that he was encased in your wet pussy, and he loved the way it was riding up your stomach while showing a nice view of your breasts. Licking his lips, he got one arm away from under your leg and used his hand to move the neckline of the sweater so that your breasts were completely uncovered.

You grinned at the gesture and bit down on your lip excitedly when he took one of your breasts into his hand to cup it and tease its nipple, all the while his hips moved smoothly back and forth.

“You should wear my shirts more often,” Joshua noted with a small smile - or more of a smirk, really - and leaned down again, bucking his hips forward a bit harder than before, which had you moaning in satisfaction. “I love how it looks on you.”

“You wouldn’t be able to handle it,” you said smugly and gasped when Joshua thrust into you with a blissful roll of his hips.

“Maybe,” he admitted and kissed your neck, his voice low when he continued. “But we’d deal with that then, like we’re doing now.”

“Sounds tempting,” you hummed and began consciously clenching around his cock. When he grunted, you smirked to yourself and resorted to simply meeting his thrusts with your hips, desperately in need of more, more and more until you’d come undone. You moved your hands to Joshua’s neck, and when he pulled up again, you looked deep into his eyes. “Make me come.”

A smile visited his lips briefly before he leaned down to kiss you while starting to get your legs up against him, and a few moments later he was fucking you, standing on his knees with your legs over his shoulders. Your moans rose in pitch at the sensation, as it made him feel that much bigger inside of you, and simultaneously it made you feel tighter around his cock, which made him groan quietly.

“Joshua,” you breathed, your orgasm approaching you more and more with each deep thrust that he delivered, all of which seemed to make you see stars. You closed your eyes as you focused on how his cock felt inside of you and how good it felt to tease your nipples with your own hands.

Joshua could only nod at you as he moved his eyes up and down you, taking in the sheer pleasure evident on your face, the way your breasts moved every time he thrust into you as well as how your hips were moving against his, almost on their own accord. Grunting, he closed his eyes, too, and allowed himself to get lost in the pleasure, his hips moving harder and faster as he chased his orgasm.

You had your ways of telling that he was getting close, and with that you slid your hand down your body and started massaging your clit, swollen and so sensitive to your touch. Whimpering, you continued doing that, all the while focusing on all the pleasure you were feeling. He was hitting all the right spots inside of you with each and every thrust, and the sound of his skin meeting yours turned you on all the more. As he started moving a bit harder again, you were soon thrown over the edge as it all entwined with the pleasure you were getting from massaging your clit. Your back arched a little when you cried out and released around him.

He hissed at the sensation of your pussy clenching rhythmically around him and came into the condom a few moments later, his plump lips parted in a quiet moan that made you clench around him again.

You broke into a wide smile when he let your legs down and leaned down to kiss your collarbone, slowly sliding out of you and quickly taking the condom off and carelessly tossing it aside. Wrapping your arms around his upper body, you pressed a kiss to his temple. “Exhausted?”

“No,” Joshua mumbled with a smile audible in his voice, and you could feel him rubbing small circles into your hip bones. “Are you?”

“A little,” you grinned and looked into Joshua’s eyes when he had lifted his face enough.

Before you were able to speak more, he had already caught up to what you had in mind. He spoke with a smile on his lips and his eyes twinkling a little. “You can stay over if you want to.”

“And you won’t be late from anywhere when I wear this sweater again tomorrow?” you asked playfully and got a chuckle back from Joshua.

“I can’t promise that,” he said quietly and closed the distance between your lips.

Admin Scooter

[thegeneralsnotebook]

Adventures in Deckbuilding #203: Apple Bloom, Cutie Mark Crusader (Orange Control) [Adventure]

Apple Bloom, Cutie Mark Crusader

Ultimate Exhaustion

Which, honestly, is a fair description of me right now. But I’m going to do my best to bang this post out and hopefully collapse into bed shortly afterward. Because I have to be up early tomorrow morning and I’d rather not feel like even more of a zombie tomorrow than I already do today.

While I was working on Grogar last week, I happened across the Orange Starting Problem from New Dawn, i.e. the one that encourages you to have a mono-Orange deck. Now, that Problem had no synergy whatsoever with the deck that I was building last week, but I was struck with the thought that the Problem seemed fairly strong. Orange isn’t wanting for cards to exhaust the opponent’s stuff, and imposing a 1 AT tax on each ready is quite a significant barrier. Fashion Disaster only imposes a 1 AT tax for keeping your Friends around, but it’s a nightmare for an opponent to deal with. Granted, exhausting isn’t as big of a deal because the Friend is still around to provide requirement, but if any new Friends you play also just get exhausted, you’ve gone nowhere. Some might say you’ve only dug your hole a bit deeper.

So, I decided to do something that I’ve actually tried to do before, just sticking almost every Orange card that exhausts opposing stuff into a deck. The end result is an undeniably fragile thing, as if that Starting Problem ever goes away then a lot of the deck’s teeth go away with it. Suddenly we are left with the same age-old Problem that exhausting stuff always leaves us with: it just doesn’t have enough impact on the opponent. Notably though, we have the opportunity to do some work off of the start. An Honest Pony on Turn 1 can be a big deal, especially against an opposing Confront to Flip Mane. That turn of delay also gives us the chance to have more req online to stop them from doing anything the next turn, and to further defend Troublemakers once we get them up.

It is regrettable that it means we require a lot of effort to flip Apple Bloom over ourselves, as we’re now running a five-requirement Starting Problem and that’s a tough number for any deck to reach. If Under the Weather is still in play by the time that our Mane is Boosted though, then it turns Apple Bloom into a serious thorn in the side of the opponent. After a few turns we expect Harvest Schedule to start coming online, and then suddenly we’re in an okay spot. Orange is not a bad colour for defending Troublemakers these days because of Monumental Evil and because it has two great Immediate-speed defensive Events in Bale Out and Heat Wave. With Desert Road to slow the opponent down even more, we might have enough Control tools to get our way through.

Unfortunately, because the linchpin of the whole strategy is that Problem and it requires that we only have Orange characters in play, it’s difficult for us to diversify into other colours that could make the game plan easier. Mistmane, for example, the classic control finisher. Pink would bring in some even better mass-exhaust power in both Backup Dancers and DJ Pon-3 Breakdown. Admittedly, one could imagine putting in just a bit of those for the backup plan where we do lose that Problem, because otherwise, as stated, we’re kind of just playing a bad midrange deck at that point unless we luck into another Under the Weather.

Still, when it gets the chance to do its thing, I’d expect that this deck could present some real tough questions to the opponent. And of all my attempts at building exhaust.deck, this one seems likely to be the most successful of them, or at least the purest form of the concept.

Those who have been around for a while will note that up until recently I would have built a Harmony deck for this Mane given that it’s not Core-legal. However, with the recent codification of Adventure as a legitimate format, I’ve decided that for the Adventure-legal Manes on my list I will dip my toe into that format and see what awaits me there. For many decks this was essentially how I was building Harmony anyway, looking mostly at the Adventure-legal sets. I think it’s a cool format, and I want to do what I can to encourage interest in it.

Strange to be looking at three Orange Manes in a row, especially as there aren’t that many of them on the list anymore, but this time I rolled Applejack, Work Hard, Play Hard! Actually, I had totally forgotten what that Mane did until now, and I realize that it would make a great Mane for this week’s deck. Oh well. I am, however, going to be spicing it up by building that deck to the Core Pauper format’s specifications. Come back next week to find out how it went.

[noxrynne]

i dont really have the highest hopes for making the goal i had for school odds are i fail a class, do poorly in another or two, and maybe get by decently in one of them i really regret doing online courses since it always goes back to “oh i missed that because it wasn’t posted,” “oh the professors don’t use the news alert system when new stuff is added with a concise explanation of what I need to do in that post blurb that’s 3500 words of bs,” “oh i didnt realize this awkward and uncomfortable ‘post your personal assignments here that are about yourself so a bunch of strangers can also read and criticize it’ was required,” “the syllabus is written out of order, it’s messy and has a bunch of color code usage that’s never explained and makes reading it harder and, oh, they want me to print it out too bad i dont have a fucking printer and looking at it makes me want to throw up since it’s literally just everything put up on a page and i just start panicking because its so much stuff and it immediately overwhelms me” i also fuckin hate the professors who’ll say like “if you’re here just to get a degree you’re in the wrong place” b/c it’s like college costs a lot of fuckin money and you can bet your ass the only reason im here is to get a degree so i can eventually have a job that lets me be financially stable. trying to say “oh it’s just for funtime education” is bullshit when it costs what it does and isn’t even accessible to everyone from the get-go. i could learn the exact same shit for free from a fucking library and the internet, and talk to people i know if i have questions about material. but that doesn’t give me the piece of paper i need. idk i wish there was more of a “oh i can go do this and be fine financially” rather than needing to spend years in a university because i really hate it. i *wish* i hadn’t fucked up before and been as suicidal and couldve got through it *before* its used as a “yea we can’t have you here cuz you dropped out in the past” *even when* it’s an associated school with the one i *did* drop out of and they told me they *would* re-accept me when i was healthier. no im not a great student. i get overwhelmed really easily, i stress out over everything too much, i break down if i miss one assignment. i dont do well on the shit i actually try really hard at. i dont participate in class because it’s a terrifying experience to be called a fucking “idiot” again by a professor (ty philosopher dickhead at uwgb im gonna fucking punch you if i ever see you) i *forget* about assignments a *lot* and *yes* that’s a *my* problem thing but it’s something so extremely difficult to work around without having someone telling me about it, or just having a visible schedule written down about what’s due on a front page that always pops up. which i mean yeah it’s extra work i guess for the professor to just copy paste some info that’d really help me out, and no i dont have this issue as much in a traditional school b/c i actually *go* to the classes to sit in and be reminded through that. and yea im probly gonna fail out unless the other university sighs and says “well she did try and it was online” and ngl i probably would be *fine* in a regular classroom oriented thing *now* it’s more organized and there’s a schedule i can keep to and get into and when i get *into* a schedule i stick to it 100% b/c i derive a sense of security, existence and safety from having schedules. but if i fail out and they dont sigh and say “okay” then im kinda fucked. i mean, i could probably attempt to get through another year there and maybe go to the actual school instead of the online bullshit and *maybe* then i’d actually meet the reqs. but idk if that offer is gonna stand after this year. and idk im just back to feeling really fucking hopeless and empty. i mean ive been feeling this way all this month. i feel like nothings fucking worth it because i feel like i just cant do it. and that ultimately im gonna end up fucked. and i *know* im 90% of the problem. i *know* my thinking of “what’s the point” is screwing me over. i *know* accidentally falling asleep an staying asleep for a whole day is a fucking issue. i *know* i shouldnt forget important shit i need to do. i *know* i should participate no matter how fucking uncomfortable and frightened it makes me. but it feels fucking *impossible* to work with 0 energy. it feels terrifying to be asked “write an introspective piece about yourself and reflect on the events of your life that made you who you are today” BECAUSE i dont talk about THAT STUFF to people I DONT KNOW i *BARELY* covered those topics in *therapy* because of how uncomfortable they make me. and I DONT need a bunch of strangers in a class knowing the shit that happened to me. and fuck i feel like the entire idea behind the writing assignment was “oh this’ll be fun haha” but it’s like... remembering *most of the shit hat directly impacted how i am today* is one of the most fucking difficult things for me to do, especially publicly. i *regret* online schooling. i didnt realize how much i dont work with it until i thought about it this year. i get overwhelmed. i get stressed. i get depressed. i get suicidal. i get hopeless. i feel useless. i didnt realize i *need* to actually *go* to a class because it helps with the isolation i put myself in. because i straight up actually understand shit when someone is actually explaining it to me and not just handing me a textbook and saying “read it that’s it that’s the entire class, but oh, write an informed paper structured off what you read and if you dont understand the material well go fuck yourself i guess.” and in actually *going* there to a physical room it becomes easier to do things like homework and assignments *because i can walk over to the library*. what *really* shit on my previous school ability was like i was overwhelmed (we *just* moved to a *completely* different state and environment, i *just* had a series of panic attacks in italy b/c i thought i could handle it on my own) and the first school didn’t have a/c and it was fucking 101 outside every day and i dont do well in heat, and by that, i mean i hyperventilate, i get dizzy, i get lightheaded, i get emotional and frightened and stressed and cant sleep. the professor who asked if we read the chapter (I DID) and then pointed at me to explain what i read (I DIDNT FUCKING UNDERSTAND IT), and when i finished he just laughed and told me to sit down and pretty much called me an idiot in front of everyone and i started crying. (i also got a 0 so i failed the reading since he didnt believe i read it). at *that* school there were no therapy or counseling or offers like that. the art building made me cry and feel unsafe (i couldnt control it), having to walk *all* the way back to my dorm building at 12AM b/c that’s when my one class ended was *terrifying* then in a different school it was just i had a class that made me physically uncomfortable to be in. i *hated* being in the freshman course for feminism so much. not b/c i hate the material, but i felt so “other” and uncomfortable b/c im a trans woman being asked about my male perspective on shit and i just. i remember leaving because i just felt upset and depressed and i couldn’t get over the really bad dysphoria i kept having in that class (the professor there was the reason i went to counseling on campus, she’s the one who referred me to it in the first place). on top of that, the dorm i was told id be getting was a fucking lie. i was supposed to have one or 0 roommates. i got 5 roommates. beds didn’t fit me b/c of my height (i slept with the back of my feet on an iron bar). the food was straight fucking garbage. one of my roommates just randomly touched me all the time. hugged me, put arms around my neck, *kissed my cheek*. another was always drunk and loud. another talked about making bombs incessantly. one of them seemed actually concerned about me and he came in once or twice when i was face down on my bed just not moving b/c of therapy sessions and talked to me once or twice to make sure i was still alive. friday mornings in winter id be up at 5AM, trying to get ready without waking any of the 5 other people, then walk outside with no access to breakfast/coffee/anything (b/c too early) to get to a class across and off the campus i had to walk to (and when snow was present my feet were numb b/c of all the water that got into my shoes). and then there was the legit getting 4 hours of sleep if that a week. eating basically nothing. extremely suicidal and getting to the point where i was having days where i legitimately could not discern what was real and wasn’t. and then i left ‘cuz my other option was to be hospitalized. from there its just been attempts at online schools. which i already tiraded about above. i mean fuck id be happy if i *could* just go work in retail and make a decent wage and not have to work every waking hour of my life to make it work. like. i *wish* i was lucky enough to be one of those “i had no degree but x really liked my resume” stories i always read about. i *wish* writing and publishing a book was considered and *was* a viable career option without needing to get really fucking lucky. im passionate about writing fiction, but in order to do that professionally, i need a 4 year degree from an institution. i can technically publish something, but if no one ever hears about it or cares, then it doesn’t become a job to have and it does little else. and then there’s also just a lot of irl shit i keep worrying about and dwelling on and nearly making some really fucked up or stupid decisions in the interim. and idk i just i wish i was one of those ppl who felt like they had a future and aren’t likely to die before age 25. or one of those people who just *does* something and it works out and they get to exist.

[jibunjishin]

hellO

i haven’t found the spare time in forever to just make a post and catch up with myself and how i’ve BEEN

i don’t think some people understand that idk how im honestly doing until i do something like this because i just go around doing the motions of life and whatever, not really having any time to feel, so i could be doing really bad for all i know but not be able to put a pinpoint on where it’s all coming from until i sit down for a sec. and while i can’t afford the time even now to do this, it’s super important so here i am!!!!

wow im super tired!!! in a physical way, where im fighting jet lag and general insufficient sleep hours. i actually fell asleep for like 2 hours today and then thought i’d take a ‘break’ until i felt ready and i actually haven’t felt ready. the last weeks of march i went into overdrive and SOMEHOW got everything done. one of my five classes is going really poorly, i’m scoring consistently below average and it’s ruining my self confidence, self esteem, just overall belief in myself and my abilities to finish my degree??? lmao. im very fragile ANYWAYS but on the other hand, I got a 91% on a paper for my public health class and a 98.5% on my midterm for another class! (which I’m p/nping! so it DOESN’T MATTER!! HAHAHH yay. *upside down smiley emoji*)

the point is things have been mixed bad and good results, but I’m really letting the bad overtake my whole mood. and i recognize that. acknowledge it. im not sure how to change my attitude about it though. i try to say it in my head that it’s ok and maybe eventually i’ll believe it but it’s ineffective and sometimes makes me feel worse. (also my friend in the class is KICKING BUTT he’s so good the professor gives him over 100% sometimes and im like ??? I can’t even get in the IQR... ya im jealous but happy for him OBVIOUSLY but I kinda feel like my professor has decided I’m a B-/C+ student bc I keep getting kinda the same grade, even though my latest assignment was not bad?? i went to a GSI’s OH and started it early and revised and whatever but got a 1% improvement. IDK THIS IS A LONG RANT/TANGENT I’m also not trying to be salty and be like “this professor sucks he’s not giving me As” because if I don’t deserve it I’m fine with that but ok anyways moving along) the point is, things are an OK average, so why can’t i be fine with that?

it’s partially because of these bad grades, but i’m also losing motivation to do my thesis at all. and like it’s necessary to finish an ES degree. it’s literally my last requirement and I’ve done all the other classes. but I just don’t know if I want to commit a whole year to doing something I don’t want to do. I don’t think it’s that like I’m lazy or trying to get out of it just because? if that makes sense? I don’t think it’s a bad reason. I can’t find anything I want to research. we’re actually doing literal research like not a research paper. we have to write a literal mini-dissertation and shit. i’ve been a content-absorber my whole life and I just think I’m too *simple* to make a discovery. like i’m not sure if i’m GETTING ACROSS THIS CONCEPT. WE HAVE TO SPEND THE SUMMER/FALL/some of spring bc that’s when it’s due DOING LITERAL RESEARCH and this thought gives me anxiety and i’ve cried a bit over it. it’s so daunting. and I’ve tried to talk to my gsi/professor about my fears and they’re like oh it’s fun! it’ll be okay! and i’m like NO you don’t understand?? and they’re like here let’s talk about what u can do and I feel like they’re actually not getting how afraid I am of this. I don’t want to quit my major over this... I took 9 classes for this already, and it’s just one year, two semesters, six units left. but I’m just realizing how I c a n n o t do this thesis. i’m not sure what i’d do? and you can’t bullshit this like a paper. i can’t do it overnight. i have a proposal draft for this due monday and I HAVE NO FUCKING IDEA HOW TO EXECUTE THIS IDEA I HAVE BECAUSE IT’S A SHITTY IDEA and wow I honestly don’t know how people do it. I’m going to my prof’s OH again this Friday and I’m really hoping he can HELP or maybe help me find an advisor because if I am doing this, there’s no way in hell I can do it alone. I don’t want it to be a pity-thing where they’re like ‘ok let me do this for u but u can put ur name on it so u can get the hell out of school’ like I actually DO want to do it but i CAN’T and I know that’s toxic, i should be like oh yeah i can do it! think of all the other ES undergrads who’ve done it, who are doing it, who will do it!! one of them is YOU!! but i’m actually so past that stage, i’m facing the reality of this deadline coming up and it’s looking really bad. really bad. i know this post has been a huge ole complaining mess but YOU KNOW WHAT i’m being honest with how i feel, even if i’m not proud of it.

i thought i got over my anxiety!! LMAO!! im sweating and the whole shebang just from writing this and thinking about my thesis. aasasoifnva. honestly i think the worst that can happen is I get a TERRIBLE grade in this class. I don’t think I can fail??? but I was okay with getting bad grades in the chem/physics classes but this one?? it’s a major req. like literally a class for JUST ES majors in spring semester of their junior year. i’m pretty sure i’m one of the lowest grades in the class based on the number of times my groups have been getting the low L O L and it’s very sad to see that i’m the one of the worst in my cohort. but anyways it’s just super disheartening like I said earlier.

so right now i’m in between feeling like it’s a waste to stop pursuing ES and it’s just another year, 6 units(, A WHOLE THESIS) to complete the degree. on the other hand, i don’t need this degree if I want to teach ES in high school, since I’m one class and a seminar away from finishing my other major. and I will get my credential at the end of my 5 years. so I don’t NEED it because teaching ES just requires a single subject credential and a bio CSET?? I don’t need it, so why put myself through the struggle and anxiety and dread and frustration and all those other wonderful feelings of self-loathing and depression? so i’m not sure what to do. I really am not.

thanks if you even read this far to my literal 3 followers. lmao. these really help me and thanks to myself for taking the time to write it, but I should get back to reality. i’m not sure what my plans are for the rest of tonight. i can try to keep pushing through with the thesis, move on to my research paper for my geography class, or cut my losses and go to bed or read or go back on youtube. i am sure that i am tired as fuck and ready to be done. actually done.

edit: I guess the real question is: what do I do now actually? I have major advising meetings with both my advisors this friday, plus office hours with my professor. do i melt down and be like PLEASE HELP ME because I see no other way other than quitting? at this point I think that’s what it is. get help or quit. I think it’s okay to be okay with knowing I can’t do it on my own two feet. but i know if i ask for help i’ll CRY and it’ll be sad and pathetic kinda but idk IDK I JUST DON’T KNOW