#This kinda sucks

[aresonist]

[baby-tini]

Hii, I wanted to request one with Fyodor and a female reader who's extremely possessive. For instance, he's talking to another woman while they're out, and the woman starts to hit on him. The reader gets really jealous, and when they got home she just pins him down on the bed. She gets really rough with him.

And there's not that side of her usually, it's just the sudden rush of jealousy and need for possession that gets her going. Normally she's pretty submissive.

Absolutely, this will be hcs though.

- Fyodor, cannonly, rarely is in public. So, the woman most likely works under him. She would most likely be very good at her job, in order to get close to him anyway.

- Fyodor isn't very paranoid as a person but he's aware that people will try (key word: try) to take you away, so you're usually always with him. But he had asked you to make him some tea and obviously you obliged.

- You knew he was meeting with a couple of his subordinates, they had planed an attack on the ada. It was full proof, nothing could go wrong, he had everything acounted for.

- But what wasn't accounted for was the woman... she was attractive, sure, but nothing special. She looked every other standard woman. It was laughable she thought she had a chance, in all honesty.

- Watching this woman, make "fuck me eyes" at him, really pissed you off, but keeping composure, is what's for the best. Fyodor had an image, and you have to keep that up as well, being his partner.

- But... I'm sure, he won't mind to much, if you place your hand on his thigh as he speaks to her.. maybe move it up a bit.

- A little peck on his neck, here and there. Laying your head on his arm and caressing his thigh.

- As soon as that door closes though, you're on him. Kissing him, nipping at his neck, marking his neck, running your hands up his chest, grinding down.

- Grabbing the back of your hair and pulling your head back. "ты ревнуешь, любимый?" (Are you jealous, love?) This isn't your normal behavior, it's pretty different. Usually he's the one leading and barking orders.. but it's diffrent.. and he doesn't like that.

- But, one time won't hurt, so he'll let you take your anger out on him, bouncing up and down on his cock, marking his neck, sucking at his pulse point. Wrapping your hand around his throat as your chest brushes his. Keeping eye-contact, as you use him.

[ahkylous]

Every member of the pines family has shit eyesight, change my mind.

Mabel later settles for contacts cause she wouldn't be caught dead in glasses. At least not before Dipper, once he gets glasses then it's fine for her to get them for some reason.

[vividc4ndy]

Guys I'm genuinely losing my mind over Qin with a male lover that he spoils. Sitting in his lap while he has his hand gently gripping at the flesh of your hip, the other resting against his head. "You look so pretty, sitting there for me." And despite the clear tension, it stays romantic rather than lustful. He'd cover your face in quick, gentle kisses. Doesn't matter if someone's near to see it. Your *his* husband/boyfriend. Why shouldn't he give you affection whenever you please? "Don't worry about it, darling. Let them watch."

[socksandcrocs]

something something idk

[thestipguy]

over 1000 people follow my daily stip account (on a different platform sorry chat) yet it still feels like theres only three stip shippers sighh... well heres this

[tlou-reid]

ice cold water and extra sweet tea with felix catton please🙏🙏🙏

iced cold water: “you are breathtaking.”

extra sweet tea: "i’m yours. only yours.”

being with felix meant dealing with a lot of things that may have been dealbreakers for other people. there were times when he was pulled away at a party, times where he was the center of attention for a group of girls, times when he was inviting other people to stay for an extended period of time at saltburn. overall, you spent a lot of time sharing your boyfriend with other people. while there were, of course, a few things that was kept sacred between you two, you had grown used to these instances. jealousy wasn't an emotion you were tied to often, and it was quickly eased as soon as you saw his bright smile as you walked through the door.

however, he was currently too distracted to notice your entrance.

your eyes found him as soon as you walked into the party, just as they always did. it was a large party, even for the saltburn estate. this was easily the most people you'd ever seen coming and going, and by the far the most dressed up you'd been for a party. It was often everyone was home for Elspeth's birthday, so she'd decided to go all out. Everyone was dressed to the nines with a drink more expensive than your tuition in their hand.

you tried to mingle throughout the party, trying to ignore the burning feeling creeping up your throat as it took felix so long to notice your arrival. you had spent a little extra time getting ready, and he had busied himself with friends. one in particular, Odessa, had been flirting with him for weeks now. you were used to this, usually shutting them down quickly, but Odessa was not taking your hints at all.

after a few drinks, your anger had begun to bubble over. you kept a tight grip on the drink that was giving you the courage to walk over to him as you marched over to felix and his friends. he greeted you with a smile and a cheer of you, as he should've done when you'd arrived almost 45 minutes ago. you didn't say a word as you reached for his hand, tugging him away.

felix was large, so he could've held his ground if he wanted to. but, he let you drag him away, to some corner of the yard that was significantly less crowded. "hello, beautiful," he greeted once you dropped his hand, “you are breathtaking". his eyes tracked your body, seeing the way your dress hugged you at all the right places. you rolled your eyes in response. you opened your mouth to speak, but were quickly cut off by him questioning, "what's wrong, lovie?"

"odessa," you spit, face twisting at just her name, "had all your attention. i've been waiting for you for almost an hour!" felix chuckled, and you balled your fists at your side at his actions, trying to not let your jealousy-driven anger ruin the gorgeous party going on around you. your stood rigid as he slid his hand around you waist, pulling your body close to his. "i'm sorry lovie, i was just waiting for you." you let out an 'mhm' as he pressed a kiss to your neck. "you don't gotta be jealous of her, i’m yours. only yours.”

[scrambledeggsdotcom]

I’ll be honest, with how old Trump is, I wouldn’t even be surprised if he dies in his term. That man is ancient. I don’t like living in America rn this kinda sucks yall 😬😬

[glitchedvaporeon]

Testbulb! :D

Based the art off of when Paintbrush gets eliminated and Test Tube is seen comforting Lightbulb (but I didn't draw the background cause I'm fucking ✨lazy)

[zurifushigurxz]

Guys I had an itch and I needed to scratch it. I was scrolling on tt and I kept seeing those videos of people

“FOR THE WHOLE WORLD TO SEE ☆”

mdni

synopsis: influencer!reader x clingy!gojo you’re trying to film a video but your bf is all over you!

cw: gojo being freaky, SMUT, dom gojo, kinda fluff, NOT PROOFREAD

an: sorry this may be too freaky 💔

———*･゜ﾟ･*:.｡..｡.:*･' ˳✧ '･*:.｡. .｡.:*･゜ﾟ･*———

“Hey guys! Today I’ve got a new product to review and I will be giving you my honest opinon on i-”

your words suddenly cut off by taller man quickly barging through the bathroom door and throwing his arms around you. You sigh, “ ‘Toru, you know how t’ knock, right?” the white haired man hums into the crook of your neck in reply.

“i’m trying to film.” you say in slight annoyance. he mumbles out into your ear, “s’okay, let them see how much i love my girl.” you roll your eyes and chuckle dryly. he only pulls you in tighter with one arm, his other hand caressing your hip.

it was sort of endearing, the way he was breathing your sweet scent in. although it was a little bit of a handful. it felt like you couldn’t get through a single video without him basically whining for your attention. “you really want thousands of people to see ‘the strongest’ acting like this?”

“yep.” his hands slide down the outside of ypue thighs, gently rubbing them. he moves his hands around your waist again and into your shirt, making you squeal a bit.

“ ‘Toru..” you drag out the last vowel, “You always do this when I’m trying to film”

“Sorry,” even though he really wasn’t. “I can’t help myself” a smirk slowly forms on his face, he nuzzles his face deeper into your neck.

the tall, ivory-haired man moves his large hands further into your shirt, resting them on your breasts. “s-satoru, quit it”

“you say that now but I know you don’t want me to stop”

———————

And he was right, because a few minutes later you were bent over the bathroom sink while your sweet boyfriend thrusts so deeply into you. there were tears of pleasure pricking the corners of your eyes, the expression on your face so lewd.

and you were begging him to keep going.

he leans down to kiss your shoulder, “you still want me to- hngh— stop?” he stills inside of you, the loss of friction almost made you sob. you roll your hips back and forth against him to try to get yourself off.

“that’s what I thought.” he says, punctuating each word by slamming his girth into you.

looks like you forgot to stop recording..

[bennysoupp]

[retzin]

yippee

[roqueforti]

yuri alert

[ahkylous]

I contemplated writing a oneshot for this, who knows maybe I will in the future

[roxyhalyuri]

sighs....

[defectivehero]

cw: scarring, eye injury

The hero stares at the nondescript wooden door in front of them, a million thoughts running through their mind. After a moment’s deliberation, they decide to knock. No one answers. They knock again, but still receive no answer. The hero tests the doorknob in a bout of frustration, only for the door to swing open. A figure sits with their back turned to the entrance.

“You were a bit slow today,” the hero blurts out from the doorway. To the thief’s credit, they don’t so much as flinch. The hero takes this as a sign to continue speaking. “I mean, you're always fast. Obviously. I just mean... you were less fast today.” The hero takes a moment to survey the space around them. It looks to be the thief’s apartment. It’s sparsely decorated, almost hollow in feeling. The thief sits on an ottoman, positioned so that they’re unseen from the door. Something about the scene before them sets off an uneasy feeling in the hero’s gut. 

“Surprised you noticed,” the thief replies. Their voice is eerily absent of any emotion. They still don’t move to turn their head or, hell, even acknowledge the hero’s presence. 

“Of course I noticed,” the hero responds, crossing their arms over their chest. They glare at the thief’s shoulders, willing them to turn around. They don’t do so, however. This only increases their trepidation. “What is up with you?”

“Not much, how about you?” The thief’s quip falls flat in the tense silence. The hero sighs and takes a step closer, shutting the door behind them. The thief’s shoulders tighten- perhaps the only physical sign that they’re aware of the conversation. 

“You know that’s not what I meant,” the hero remarks. They cross their arms over their chest and try to think. What could be affecting the thief like this? The hero hasn’t seen any sudden opposition that would threaten them. Furthermore, the hero themselves hasn’t interacted with them in weeks. The thief is practically living uninhibited right now. 

In one fluid motion, the thief turns around. The hero’s startled inhale is far too noticeable in the quietude of the room around them. They bite the inside of their cheek, a tight feeling rising in their chest as they look at the gruesome scar cutting through the thief’s left eye. 

“Ugly, right?” The thief laughs wryly. 

“No, no,” the hero shakes their head in disbelief. Their thoughts are falling from their lips before they can stop them. “You could never be ugly. I’m just... Can you see anymore?”

“Not out of this eye,” the thief huffs, covering their injured eye with a hand as if protecting them from the sight. The hero pushes their hand away and the thief looks to the ground. Their eye doesn't look too different, but the thief seems uncomfortable with the prospect of letting them see it. The hero bites their lip. 

“Who?” the hero asks, their heart pounding in their ears. “Who was it? Who aimed to blind you, rather than just injure?” Who got so close to your face? The thief seems reluctant to answer any of their questions. 

“You won't believe me.” That sets off an alarm in the hero’s mind. The assailant must be someone they know, if the thief is so hesitant to reveal the answer. The hero shakes their head in disbelief.

 “Of course I will,” the hero argues. The thief levels them with an unreadable look. There’s a whole flood of emotions swirling in their eyes. “The evidence is right here; how could I not believe you?” That seems to convince the thief, as their expression turns resolved.

“Your sidekick,” the thief whispers some time later. The remark is hardly loud enough to hear, but the silence in the space allows the hero to comprehend it. When they do, they feel their whole body grow cold. A shiver runs down their spine as they think about their sidekick brutally assaulting the thief in such a manner. 

“Well, then,” the hero remarks with a sudden surge of clarity. They’re brutally aware of the anticipation coiling in the thief’s posture, as if they’re waiting for them to argue. The hero takes a deep breath. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to go kick some sense into them.” The hero turns on their heel and takes a step forward to the door, only to feel a sudden resistance. They look down to find the thief's hand on their wrist. 

The thief doesn’t speak, but their expression says it all. Their eyes are wide and their grip is unrelenting, as if they’re afraid of the hero departing. The hero draws on the knowledge they’ve gathered about the thief, in all their time fighting each other. The thief is stubborn to a fault. Furthermore, they despise being vulnerable. Those two facts lead to the hero to a realization: they want support. 

“Right, sorry,” the hero remarks to no one in particular. They take a big step forwards and back into the apartment, which seems to calm the thief down more. Even so, there’s an uncharacteristic emptiness to their enemy’s countenance. They look... scared. 

Out of a burst of spontaneity, the hero reaches out and clasps their hand. For the briefest of moments, the thief freezes. Just as the hero moves to withdraw their hand, the thief hesitantly clasps theirs in response. The pair sits in silence for an immeasurable amount of time, until the sunlight streaming in from the windows dies and the hero’s back begins to grow stiff. 

Eventually, the hero has to get up to stretch their legs. The thief stares at them warily, evidently expecting them to leave. The hero instead levels them with a questioning glance. “Do you like Chinese food?” The thief nods after a moment and the hero grins, grabbing their phone from their pocket and ordering food for the both of them. Once the call is over, the hero collapses back into the couch. For an awkward moment, they’re unfortunately aware of the space in between of them. The thief breaches the gap soon enough, leaning to rest their head on their shoulder. The hero smiles. 

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