#ON THE FLOOR SOBBING LOUDLY

[ask-steven-stevenson]

WHAT IS I READ THE FIEST TWO THINGS GA ANS STARTED CRYINF

CRAWLING ON THE FLOOR… SOBBINF….

Trrust chat. Steven eill tey to change … TRYST

(He will probably fail. But.. HES HUMAN SO ITS OKAY.)

ANOTHER LYRIC DISSECTION 💔💔💔

“Floral sheets on long-given-up ghost, haunt my bedroom at night and say ‘Let’s get you home.’”

the ‘long-given-up ghosts’ line is william referring to his birth parents and how he left them behind in favor of traveling different universes. the haunt part is talking about how he still thinks of them with some sense of guilt! he probably sees the ‘lets get you home’ bit as them (his birth parents) telling him that.

“But come and braille-palm-read and hold my hand, see my reason and ‘Goodbye cruel world.’”

sounds odd, but i see this line as william try to explain what is emotions are like. i dont know why it just makes sense to me. likely him just rambling to steven about random things his brain says sometimes.

“And oh my god, what’s wrong with me?”

oh this one is easy. exactly what it sounds like. william asks himself this sometimes after he does something impulsive that he didnt mean to do. probably a lot after he snaps at steven.

“I’d rather stay asleep than never see you wake up next to me.”

this one is taken less literally. moreso in the sense that william would rather hide in his steven mindset than see steven whenever hes acting like abel, scott, etc.

“To incubate the shadows you can’t stitch back to your soles.”

wah!!!! william reminiscing on the actual good memories he has from his early childhood and realizing he cant get those moments back with his old family. hence, why he grips onto steven, jake, and his siblings so hard.

“And you seemed fine just a few days ago.”

i see this as steven talking to william actually. he has mentioned how william can go from happy and energetic to more stern and upset when hes using the phonehead form.

“Well, now you swear in your prayers telling time ‘Promise I’ll never have fun again, if you’d stop flying,’ but then you start crying ‘Never mind, you win.’”

steven probably bringing up what william says when hes a phonehead himself. how he'll 'do better' if steven stops acting a certain way himself. the last bit is when william gives up and eventually goes back to normal via a breakdown.

“And far too late came far too soon. And the love you never made became the things you’d never do.”

in reference to the impact steven has had on williams stability emotionally/mentally as well as the traits william has picked up from him. the ‘far too late came far too soon’ is in reference to steven not noticing it sooner. the ‘love you never made became the things you’d never do’ bit could be seen as williams missed opportunities in life now that he aims to follow in stevens footsteps.

“So come on, William, grow up, be a man, ‘cause until then they’re gonna treat you like you’re just a little girl.”

THIS LYRIC TAKES ME OUT EVERYTIME. it fits so well. how william thinks that people will see him as nothing but a kid if he doesnt act mature enough. how william is still concerned people will see him as a girl despite him being openly trans. OUH. this one is the entire reason this lyric dissection exists.

“It’s me who cries mercy while your fingers curl and, oh, are you at all like me?”

feels like william making a desperate attempt to reason with steven. especially the ‘it’s me who cries mercy while your fingers curl’ part. the ‘oh, are you at all like me?’ is a rhetorical question. he ask that to try and get steven to understand what hes doing is wrong.

“Do you know what I mean? Or am I too close to see? Someone, anyone?”

william trying to explain himself. likely what he feels like when no one is responding to his rambling how he expected. he doesnt like when hes wrong about something hes rambling about.

“Well, here is the church, here is the steeple. Open the doors, see all the people.”

this one refers to a memory william has of basically this exact thing. several people at an altar at a church, holding each other and comforting each other. hes not religious but he at that moment wanted that kind of comfort.

“Alright, that’s enough, let’s get you home.”

obvious one. after all of this, steven offering him the comfort he needs. in this case, steven is quite literally the home this references.

OUH. @ask-steven-stevenson th. this is a long one but OH WELL. you did wanna be tagged i think..... as a little bonus!!!!

thats the songs meaning. so uhrm. yeh that definitely adds on❤️

[thefrsers]

Is there anything you’d like for your anniversary? Besides dinner?

[makofinz]

lazy rusty doodle i did instead of working

[moominpopzz]

Thought about Ashe and Marks relationship again [96 injured, 12 dead]

[teatitty]

I miss them so bad. How crazy would it be for me to do a read for Barry just to grab all his Rogues interactions <- curled up in fetal position over them

[daddy-long-legssss]

alex's voice during the humbug era was something else man

[tallyhoot]

would you guys still love me if I was cj mind,,, yes or no,,,

[hershelwidget]

Ok before I go eepy have a Barnacle

Nono. nono hes fine. he’s literally a-okay look at how calm and not terrified he looks. no see you don’t get it, this is how polar bears naturally look when they’re happy and feel completely safe. source? dude just tr

[discount--dracula]

help girl the fandom is throwing tomatoes at me and i don't know why

[miss-menhera]

There is no way this is what calmed me down during a psychotic breakdown, god I am so FUCKING BIZZARE. Sliiiiight tw for tags describing a psychotic breakdown

[sheepcreature]

I miss u, Abigail Hobbs..

[gojosoups]

Best Friends Don't Fuck Like We Do

cw: smut, oral sex (fem receiving), squirting, fratboy gojo, best friend gojo, college au, fraternities, f! reader, all characters are 18+, MDNI, not proof read <3

a/n: I have a clincial neuropsychology midterm tmr and instead of studying for that, I wrote this <33 edit: let's pretend it said group project instead of group assignment since the beginning 😭😭😭😭😭

Best friend!Gojo Satoru who’s absolutely addicted to the sight, taste, and smell of your pussy. His nose buried between your pretty wet lips, sniffing you like a nasty dog, before lapping eagerly at your sweet folds.

Your legs thrown over your best friend's shoulders, folded in half on his bed as he licks away at your sweet nectar, loudly gulping your juices while his skilled fingers rub fast circles on your engrossed clit.

Your poor pussy weeping as he devours you, making a mess out of you in his stupid frat house. Maybe it was a bad idea to pair up with your best friend for a group project, papers and pens hastily thrown onto the floor and long-forgotten as Satoru keeps your mouth and pussy busy.

Each flick of his tongue makes you want to close your thighs (if that's even possible, considering the bruising grip he has on them), your fingers tugging at his hair, wanting to push him away but also to pull him closer and suffocate him between your thighs.

With each thrust of his tongue, he grinds his weeping, twitching cock against the mattress, the bed creaking as he eats you out sloppily, licking away at your slippery wet folds.

Replacing his thumb with his nose, he grinds his face against your pussy. Nose playing with your sensitive clit, making you arch your back and raise your hips higher in his hold, wanting to run away from the euphoric pleasure as each thrust of his tongue inside your warm walls brings you closer to your orgasm.

A sob tears through your throat as his lips latch onto your clit, replacing his thumb as he sucks eagerly at your sensitive bud. Spraying him in your juices and coating his face with your essence, you only further encourage him to drink you up, to clean you up faster.

With a satisfied groan, he releases your trembling legs from his hold, letting your legs pathetically fall onto the bed as he climbs over your naked form. His chin and lips covered in your juices as he grins, pulling you into a searing kiss, letting you taste yourself before going again for another round. 

𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐏𝐒 — do not copy, translate, repost or modify my works on any platform.

[fushitoru]

ranking types of hugs he'd be comfortable with another guy giving his gf! a gojo satoru fic/drabble

cw: gojo x reader, established relationship, fluff LOLLL, gojo being a pathetic loser for his gf, use of baby, babe, reader referred to as gf and wears makeup, gojo being jealous, crack, based off this (instagram link)

"Ranking types of hugs I'd be comfortable with another guy giving my girlfriend." Satoru squints at the scene, reading out the caption on the TikTok as he watches the guy on the screen, long ass spider legs laid out on the couch while waiting for you to get ready. Curiously, he clicks on the filter without fully watching the video and starts filming to generate the different types of hugs.

"A back hug." The curious smile on his face slowly fades away as a grimace takes place as he gains the thousand yard stare. "Nine. Okay, not at a good start so far—"

He groans, face scrunching in pain as he exhales out at what he sees on the screen: slow dance hug. Then, he imagines you, a man's hand on your waist and you smiling just like those stupid fucking drawings at someone who's not him—"Ten. Oh my fucking god."

Clutching the lower half of his face, he looks concentrated as he waits for the shuffler to give him some less painful option, groaning in pain once again, looking back at the scene, and then groaning again. "One armed hug," he strains out, blindly reaching for the lowest number he could rank it as.

The filter shuffles yet again, and he's almost in tears, groaning immediately on instinct but then doubling back at his screen. "Polite hug." He contemplates it. "Okay, a two, not so bad, not so—"

A pause. "A classic hug." He stares at the screen like it just betrayed him, until he decides it's not so bad. Reluctantly, he ranks it at three.

Then, he waits for the filter to give him another painful vision, and it delivers. "A slow catcher hug—oh my godddd." Satoru is shaking his head, eyes teary as he groans loudly at the though of you jumping up to another man, wrapping your legs around his waist and pulling him in for a hug. If someone was listening to him, it would seem like he was dying with the way he was covering his mouth, shaking his head, and exclaiming "what the fuck"'s as he stared at his phone screen in sheer shock.

Unfortunately for you, you were within earshot, blending in your blush and doing finishing touches as you heard Satoru's shrieks coming in from the living room. He seemed to be on the edge of tears, and worriedly, you set down your brush and rushed to where his sobs were coming from.

And there he was: in fetal position, phone on the floor as he shook his head as if in shock. "Baby," you hurried to him, grabbing his face so you could figure out what was making him so distressed.

He didn't seem to be injured as he meets your eyes, upset. "I can't do this bruh," he laments while turning to be on his back and rubbing his eyes. You just look at him confused.

"Do what?"

He turns, and pauses. Scans you in your champagne dress for the fancy place he was taking you and the way you did your makeup so sultry. It's just for him, but after the events of that Tiktok—that's now stopped filming—all he feels is petty jealousy because other guys can see you like this.

Out of nowhere, he declares, "I can fight."

You blink. "What?"

"I can fight," he repeats, nodding emphatically as if trying to convince himself. Then, after a beat: "Why do I have such a pretty girlfriend?" He groans again, throwing his arm over his eyes. "Baby, why do you look so good right now?"

While he does this, you inspect him for any signs of injuries or things that could've caused him this much distress. Finding none and used to his theatrics, you sigh and pat his cheek. "I’m going to finish getting ready," you say, deciding he’s not in mortal peril after all.

As you return to your vanity, Satoru calls after you, still sulking. "Just so you know, I ranked the polite hug at two. Because I love you. And I can fight."

"Good to know, Satoru."

a/n lowk spiderman!gojo coded. i love writing fluff i would lowk want to write this for nanami i feel like he would slowly grow more and more jealous LMAOAO

[lemondoddle]

[ID. Digital art of Tim and Brian from marble hornets. Tim kneels on the ground and pulls Brian into a hug, clutching his back with a saddened expression. Brian faces away from the viewer, hood pulled up and stained with blood. End ID.]

wip ill never finish cus I changed direction on the idea

[fairy-angel222]

𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐒𝐓 𝐒𝐎 𝐌𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐁𝐈𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩

— warnings: size kink, cervix fucking, belly bulge, creampie/breeding, throat fucking

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who tie your smaller frame to their bed, their body almost twice the size of yours as they stand over you, their eyes dark with lust at how vulnerable you look.

Who lower themselves onto you as they measure the length of their cock with your body, whistling lowly before looking you in your eyes with a sinister smirk.

“Shit baby, think you can take it?”

Who watch as your eyes widen with a quiver as you tugged at your restraints, only blinking up at them through your lashes with an incoherent mumble, your wet pussy clenching around nothing in anticipation.

No matter how many times you guys did this, you still never got used to how big they were. After all, they were practically a tower next to you, and their dick was nothing short of that size.

“Sorry sweetheart.” they laugh. “forgot you were gagged.”

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who make you watch with teary eyes as their cocks bulge visibly in your stomach. Only halfway in before you’re crying, whining about it being too much. You get so full. Your mewls loud and broken as you moan their name.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Whose cocks still grow when they’re hard, swelling within the warmth of your walls. Who beg for you to take it. Telling you how good you were doing and how happy it would make them if you take them all the way. Take them deep.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who love when you make them bleed, sharp nails scratching down their backs as you try to adjust around them, tearfully wincing at the sting that came with it.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who love to stuff their fingers down your throat while encouraging you to ride them, their hands on your waist as they guide you up and down just the beginning of their length.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Whose thick fingers fill you like a second dick, making you cry out loudly as they pushed against that spongy spot. Cooing at you and telling you to take it as their fingers harshly curl into you. Thrusting mercilessly until you’re squirting all over their hand with a scream.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who fuck you in every position and against every wall or surface.

Their mouths on your clit and tongues lapping up the wetness between your folds with your legs spread on their shoulders, strong hands being the only thing holding you up.

Their feet planted into the floor as they bounced you on their cock. Folding you like a sex doll by holding your bent knees flush against your chest, roughly lifting you off and back onto their cock. Loud sobs filling the room as their mushroom shaped tip pierced painfully past your cervix, your moans high pitched as your cheeks stain with tears.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who always have to be so careful with you, knowing they could easily break you even if they didn’t mean too.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Whose hands are twice the length and width of yours, easily pinning both your wrists above your head when during sex.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Whose big hands easily bruise your delicate skin, your neck always painted purple and blue from him accidentally choking you too hard. Who engulf you with their body in a tight hug to apologize, kissing your head and promising you that they didn’t mean to hurt you.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who groan when you try to suck them off. Your plump lips stretched around their fiery red tip, slobbering down their thick length. Who get off to your struggle, cock twitching with a loud groan when you look up at them innocently. Trying (and failing) to take their cock all the way, your eyes welling with tears when it pushes to the back of your throat.

Who shoot their cum straight into your awaiting mouth. Watching you gag softly as the liquid forces itself down your throat, trickling down the sides of your lips when you smile up at them. Sticking out your tongue to show that you swallowed it all, their thumb running over your bottom lip before letting their spit fall into your awaiting mouth.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who get so carried away by how snug your pussy feels around them. Unknowingly bullying their cocks deeper and deeper. Their brain so foggy that your loud choked cries don’t even register.

Who when riding them, accidentally force you to bottom down. Your salty tears clouding your vision as you sob out that you can’t take it— that they’re so deep and it hurts. That you can feel them fucking past your cervix. Who know that you’re only able to whimper and mewl when the pain turns pleasurable, groans sounding from the back of their throat as their eyes fixed on their tip’s imprint on your belly. Who continue to jerk themselves off with your tight pussy, voice deep and raspy as they praise you for taking it all.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who love when you ask them to be rough with you. Toss you around and slap you when you talk back. Who slam their hips into you with no care, telling you to shut up and take it or they’d leave you empty instead. Who choke you while fucking into you, digging their fingers into your cheeks to shut up your constant cries, scoffing and spitting in your face when your tears begin to fall.

Who bruise your pussy and your neck for days to come, purple and red littering your skin from you being used as nothing but a flesh light. Eventually passing out as orgasm after orgasm was forced from your swollen, aching and sensitive cunt.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who make sure to check up on you afterwards, not letting you sit or walk on your own because they know how sore they left you. Happy when you keep reassuring them that you wanted it, like the fact that they were so rough.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who smirk at the jealous looks you get when he walks hand in hand with you in public, people whispering to each other about the extreme height difference.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who love when you wear their clothes, snuggling into the softness of his hoodies that swallow you whole. The pieces of fabric being sizes too large on your body.

𓆩♡𓆪 — Who love when you melt into their lap, muscular arms around your waist as they kiss down your neck softly. Whispering words of praises into your ear with his hot breath fanning against your skin.

“God i love you so much.” they smile, “My pretty little baby.”

[manikas-whims]

THIS but the horny edition 🔞

Xavier is for the girls who like being edged over and over until they’re nothing but a sobbing mess. He’d take delight in your frustration and tearful eyes, call your dazed expression adorable. He’s a little sadistic like that.

Xavier is for the girls who enjoy getting overstimulated. You’re sobbing and screaming after orgasming and even squirting so many times but you let his fingers and tongue work you up just once more to see if you can handle it anymore or not. You’re a little masochistic like that.

Xavier is for the girls who enjoy rough and intense face riding. He likes it when you grab his head and let your cunt thrust back and forth against his face, moaning loudly every time the tip of his nose rubs along the sensitive folds. Sometimes he’s unable to breathe properly but the high of it all is too good for him to even care.

Xavier is for the girls who want to be treated like Queens but also wanna get fucked like common whores behind closed doors. You ask him to be as freaky as he wants to be, and he’ll flip the switch..his eyes will darken and then it’s from the bedroom to the balcony, against the wall, against the mirror, in the shower and on the floors..

Xavier is for the girls who like a soft-spoken, gentleman even in bed. He’ll talk you through your orgasms in his tender, soothing voice. He’ll tell you how pretty your flushed face looks, how pleasing it is to feel your walls clutching so tightly around his length, how good it feels when you gush around his cock.

i know posting this when Xavier’s branch is like a day away is a crime but I HAD TO 🤭

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