#UGHFUCK

[sleepycicada]

me- *I am such a wife*

Benji - *me too,, i'm your little wifey~ im a home maker 🥧🕊️*

me - 💭

[hellgiirl]

i need one piece to drop a new episode already UGHFUCK

[rwibbit]

Ughfuck me man i gotta go out in 6hours havenr slept yet its so joever

[steamworkscogstone]

Y'ALL

I know this is depressing ass shit, but I feel it is still sadly extremely relating to my current situation, but also I just need it to be better seen. I don't know why, but I feel like I need this to continue being close to the top of my blog. Make sure all the pretty people actually know me, and understand mt instability. Like

I am genuinely trying to make friendships ans relationships on here, and I can't really seem to find any lasting connections which hurts a ton, but also I am OPENLY SEXUAL WITH MY FRIENDS SO LONG AS THEY CONSENT so, they should know this stuff too.

But again, like, you gotta have friends in order to tell your friends something. Idontevenhavethatrightnow

Fuck

ANYWAY soon enough I'll make a much more positive post, outlining my move away from the shittiness that is Las Vegas, and going all the way to Portland. So yeag, eheh, sorry..

AYYYEEEEE SO

I have had one hell of a nightmare year and am bored of everything that is the drama encapsulating this year, and I wish to move on. That's pretty much my update post, and I've been on a quiet hiatus for a long time (I've actually forgotten the amount of time we actually have been off the lovely hellsite)

I will also be changing up the look and style of my blog soon enough, and this includes my username. For now, please call me Golem (as in the clockword golems from Wizard101) or Steamy

(these nicknames are actually a part of us changing our System Name, and it'll be more aligned with that. Lace was more nature oriented, and not at all related to the previous System Name which was Clockwork and Clock Tower (yes, yes we do have multiple bames for our System, and it'll stay that way) new system name will be Steamwork)

Also disbanding my secound blog for simplicity's sake. Okay, that's all byyyyeeeeeee!!

Anyway, thank you for reading this and I hope you enjoy your day. Have a few recent pics of me as a reward (mostly being silly), and maybe I'll start posting more stuff soon enough when I get the energy and build up the courage to do so

If you recognize me then, no ya don't. xP

(nah, but seriously lmk if ya do recognize me)

@star-mom-selkie @nerdery-and-shenanigans @shmeckledicked @gravestone-chrysalis @godzelle @tanukigirlballs

@mutuals (damn, I wish that was a thing. How the hell is Facebook better at connecting followers and mutuals than the place born for that kind of connectivity????)

[visfar-the-101]

Lynyrd Skynyrd fans on October 20th

[softshuji]

Rindou is so sexy, that's it that's all I have to say.

[kingdarkstalker]

why are all the popular wof artists fucking terrible. like one of the newer popular ones (olivecow) talked about how sunny "craves that control she gets with fatespeaker" and how fatespeaker is a "mega ULTRA bottom". also they ship literal fucking pedophilia in the invader zim fandom.

ughhh what the fuck🤢🤢🤢 seriously why are people such freaks i dont understand!!!!

edit: 0livec0w also fucking ships burn and scarlet calling them butch/femme queens as if they arent fucking child abusers fucking gag on a cactus

[angelwoozi]

WHATTHEFUCKJUSTHAPPENED

bambi !!!!!! the emotions omgomg ! THE EMOTIONS I WENT THROUGH READING THIS !! and u said that u don't know how to write emotional sex? yeah, that was an understatement!!

this was so well written, i can't even explain! i loved the way he sent his date back, like boi you ain't slick lol we all know where u belong 😩

the sex, the smut, was SO HOT !! possessive chan ughfuck! the best, ever! u write so well, bambi <3

all in all, loved this menace! 🤍

needed me || lc (m)

"You're still thinking of him while on your Valentine's date."

❤️ Pairing: fwb!Chan/Dino x Reader (afab)

❤️ Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+); PWP, smut, angst; Friends with benefits

❤️ Warnings: unprotected sex (be safe! esp in fwbs <3), fingering, creampie, dirty talk, multiple positions, multiple orgasms, markings/bruises (hickeys), 0.2 seconds of degradation, semi-emotional sex

❤️ Word Count: 2.3k

❤️ Project: For Freya (@angelwoozi) for our Valentine's Drabble Exchange! I apologize if it lacks in angst! I'm still working on "emotional sex," so this was a nice challenge for me. I hope you enjoy it! 🥰

❤️ Author's Note: Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Please stay safe (in multiple ways heh), and I hope you all have a great day. Also, I decided to write in the present tense for once, so please ignore any incorrect tense changes LOL.

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The rising heat in your body is due to two reasons.

One being your Valentine’s date went poorly, and two being your body is still buzzing with need.

You had gone to your date’s place, fully expecting to get laid on this so-called love day just so you didn’t have to wallow in endless candy wrappers alone. However, as their hands had roamed your body and their moans filled your ears, you couldn’t help but imagine it was him instead. Him, who has been your friend for three years and fuck buddy for less than one. Him, who can draw out your mewls with the graze of his fingertips. 

Although your date had touched you in places you enjoyed, it didn’t elicit the familiar feelings you have grown accustomed to. That caused you to spring from them, excuses flying out of your mouth as you hurried to grab your belongings.

It’s why you find yourself pressed against Chan’s door, his mouth moving against yours hungrily. One of his hands travels from your waist to grip your leg that’s hooked on his waist. He massages the flesh of your thigh as his tongue explores the cavern of your mouth. Your hands are gliding up and down his bare back—the results of his relentless workouts evident under your touch.

Chan pulls back to catch his breath.

“Should we slow down?” he asks between breaths.

You shake your head, eyes falling upon the faint, dark spot on his neck that wasn’t caused by you.

Chan had told you he didn’t have plans for Valentine’s this year, so you figured it would be no big deal for you to show up unannounced. What you weren’t expecting was for him to answer his door half-dressed, hair messy, lips slightly swollen, and a faint mark on his skin. Your heart had stopped a beat at the sight. You were well aware of the state Chan was in.

It wasn’t long before a woman emerged from his room, wearing just a tee and panties. The heat in your body had increased. You weren’t sure if it was because Chan was faring better than you at getting laid, or because he was fairing better than you without you.

After Chan told his “date” about you coming over to inform him of a family emergency, the lady left with sympathy that you didn’t entertain. Maybe it was best to play along, but you didn’t care if they believed it or not.

Seeing someone else’s marking on Chan brought a mixture of emotions; however, you decided to channel anger out of all of them.

“Why?” you scoff. “We’ve gone fast before.”

Your mouth connects with his again in hopes of returning to where you left off—to simply be in a state where you only felt his body on yours and nothing else.

“I know,” Chan pants when he moves away again, “but aren’t you upset that your date went bad?”

Right.

Telling Chan how rude your date was was a lie. The reason why your date went south wasn’t that your date was rude, it was because you couldn’t stop thinking of the person in front of you.

As if you would ever disclose that though. 

He just…feels good. He knows your body like no one else.

“I’m over it,” you sigh and lean in; however, Chan stops you.

“You can talk to me,” he tries to reassure you, which only results in an exasperated groan from you.

“I don’t need to talk, Chan. I just need you to fuck me,” you argue.

Chan’s eyes roam your face for a moment. 

“Fine,” he says before he crashes his mouth on yours. If you didn’t want to talk to him, he could at least help you feel better in a way he knew how.

You find yourself straddling him in his bed minutes later. You’re both left in your underwear, clothes forgotten somewhere along the way to his room—a trail that’ll be a morning reminder of how you are never asked to stay the next day.

That damn mark on his neck had become darker over time.

You try to ignore it, but it’s so blatantly visible you can’t help but glance at it every time you move away. You hate knowing someone else had touched him in an intimate way.

As you lean down toward his neck, you note that it shouldn’t matter if he was in bed with someone else.

As you lick and suck on the column of his neck, you recall how you’re not his.

As you create your own marks on his skin, you hope he can’t remember which hickey was from his date.

You hope all he will remember tomorrow is your mouth on him. You want him to remember how he’s moaning and gripping you closer as if he can’t get enough of you.

Chan doesn’t seem to care that you’re littering his skin with bruises as he yanks your bra and panties from your body. One of his hands grabs your chest while the other moves between your legs.

Your mouth finally finds his again, moans getting lost in each other's mouth as he glides two fingers in your wet heat. You’re grinding against his hand and shoving down his underwear.

“So damn eager,” he grunts while you pump his hard length.

“Just need to feel you,” you reply.

Chan’s fingers come back glossy with your arousal. He nudges your hand from him to coat his cock with it.

His room is filled with your moans when you sink down, fingernails clawing at his torso while your eyes shut briefly. There’s not a moment of peace as Chan snaps his hips into yours roughly. You have to press your palms on him to keep your balance.

“Shit, Chan,” you gasp. He’s large inside you, stretching you in the most addicting way.

“Always so tight for me,” he comments, eyes focused on where he’s gliding up in you. 

Your sight lands on his face. His eyebrows are furrowed, and his mouth is open. You know he won’t meet your gaze, so your gaze lingers on him. Over time he’s stopped making eye contact whenever you were fucking. You wonder if it comes from guilt. Despite only catching him with someone else once, you’re sure he’s had other “partners” that's been in your position. You aren’t the only one who’s seen and heard Chan in this way.

The thought spurs your hips to move.

You want to be the only one who can satisfy him like this. You want to make him feel so good he will only come to you when he needs a release.

Chan curses under you. His hips slow, and he throws his head back as he lets you bounce on him quickly. A hand stays on your hips while the other runs through his hair.

“That’s it,” he praises.

Your walls clench around him, loving how blissful he looks. You want to keep going–give him everything you have–but your energy is being spent fast. Your hips gradually decrease in speed. 

Instead of Chan moving you himself, he flips you over and pushes a leg up to get deeper. His mind is foggy, but somewhere in that smog is the image of you on your date tonight. You were dressed nicely; your appearance was fixed up in a way he’s never seen before. At least in a way that was never for him. 

Always for someone else.

Always for someone unworthy.

He enters you again swiftly. There’s no gentleness as he slams his hips forward. 

He recalls how many failed dates you’ve been on. How many failed dates he has been on just to spite you. He knows that’s childish. He doesn’t care about his dates in the way he should. He’s told himself that if the right person came along by chance, he will accept them happily. Though, each date never seemed to be the one.

“They never fuck you properly, hm?” Chan taunts as he continues to rock into you. “That’s why you always come here. You know I’m the only one who fucks you this good.” 

Your grip on his arms tightens at his words.

“Tell me,” Chan demands and grabs your face to angle it.

Your eyes are wide in shock as they find his. His hold is gentle compared to his sharp, slow thrusts.

“T-tell you what?” you pant. There’s a whole gamut of emotions racing through you. You’re terrified he’ll make you admit he knows your body best, yet you’re also eager to tell him that it’s true. 

“Tell me I fuck you better than anyone else,” he says.

“Channie–” you try to say, but he doesn’t give you the chance to finish your response.

“Fuck, Yn,” he huffs as he pushes into you once more before pausing. His hair is matted to his forehead, sweat covering his skin in an oddly beautiful glow. He stares at you–really watches you as if any slight movement will tell him what he needs to know. 

“I don’t know if we should do this anymore,” he finally confesses after a few minutes.

Your eyes grow in size. An invisible hand squeezes your heart, and the pain has you holding your breath. 

“Wh-what are you talking about?” you force out, but you’re afraid of his answer.

He leans back on his heels and looks down at you. The movement causes a slight shift, and you involuntarily clench around him so he doesn’t slip out. Chan sucks in a breath at the feeling.

“Don’t go on those dates,” he blurts instead.

Your head tilts in confusion. You’re trying to gather your thoughts, but it’s difficult. Out of all the times he wants to have this conversation, he chooses now.

“I’m tired of seeing you with someone who isn’t me. I can’t do this knowing you��re doing the same thing with other people.”

You swallow harshly.

You can’t believe he’s actually saying it, and for a moment, you think you’re dreaming.

“Chan, I–”

“Let’s just finish, so we can–”

“Hey, hey, stop,” you huff.

“What?” he questions as he averts his eyes.

“I only went on dates, because I didn’t think you wanted more,” you disclose.

Chan peers at you again, shaking his head.

“That’s not true,” he says softly and raises you from the bed. Your legs rest on either side of him, arms wrapped around his neck. You bite back the moan that wants to escape at the new position. “I’ve wanted more for so long, but we had made it clear we shouldn’t get into a relationship together.”

You nod, recalling the first night you slept with him and the agreements you both had set. 

“I’m willing to start one now,” you answer, a little nervous even though you’re sure of his answer.

Chan smiles, lips finding yours for a short kiss. “Me too.”

Your body moves against his again, albeit more slowly this time. Chan holds you close as you roll your hips. The slow pace lasts for a few minutes until Chan adjusts himself, so he can rock into you roughly.

There’s something about his thrusts that feel different. They’re harsh, but not in the way they were before. They’re calculated and less frantic. Regardless, each push has you edging closer to your climax.

Chan knows you’re close by the way your legs are squeezing him and moaning louder. He whispers praises in your ear that have you crying out his name a minute later. 

When he goes to pull out, you hold him tightly.

“Inside me, please,” you beg quietly.

“A-are you sure?” Chan asks. Although this isn’t the first time he hasn’t used a condom with you, he’s always pulled out. 

Nodding your head, “Yes.”

Chan adheres to your request, hips moving with newfound vigor that causes you to mewl as you begin to feel overstimulated. However, it feels so good that you feel the tightness in your stomach builds again.

“Gonna come again, baby?” Chan asks with an air of cockiness. 

“Mhm, fucking me so good, Channie,” you whine.

Chan’s hips begin to lose their force, and it doesn’t take long for him to thrust one last time. You suck in a breath when he fills you.

When Chan pulls out, his eyes are stuck looking between your legs. He gently lays you back and brings a hand to your clit. He rubs it hastily as he watches his cum spill from your spent pussy. He moans when you clench and more escapes from you.

You come for the second time with a plethora of his names. Chan smiles upon hearing them, watching your body shiver with pleasure. When you slowly ease down from your high, Chan pulls away.

“You okay?” he wonders.

“More than okay,” you smile at him.

“Let’s talk more about us tomorrow, okay?” he suggests and begins to climb off the bed. 

“Sounds good,” you mumble, watching as he leaves for the bathroom. After a moment, you hear water running. You’re teetering into dreamland when he comes back. Your eyes flutter open, not knowing they had closed earlier. He takes your hand and guides you to the restroom.

“A quick shower then we can go back to bed. Can you do this without me? I want to change the sheets,” he kindly says.

Although you wish he would stay with you, you nod and step under the warm water. It feels relaxing and immediately you sigh at the sensation.

“Okay,” he replies then presses a chaste kiss to your mouth before he leaves.

As you clean yourself, you feel as though a layer of sadness is scrubbed away. There’s still more to discuss tomorrow, but at least you know you’re one step closer to being a real couple. 

Despite your date not going the way you planned, you’re much happier with how you spent your Valentine’s. 

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[sleepycicada]

just squirtled all ova his beddd

[pinkspiraling]

i’m so stupid but i told my sister i was gonna watch either beautiful boy or black swan tonight and then she picked a completely different movie and asked me to watch it with her and i’m a pushover so i said yes but i’m fucking annoyed bc i already told her what i wanted to watch but i should’ve just said no i’m gonna watch something else but uGHfuck she guilt trips me over everything so i just say yes to whatever

[melonpanarts]

I am the 70%

Reasons why people write fanfictions

5% just wanna write and have an idea

10% canon did WHAT!? I’m sorry(I’m not) to disagree BUT *write intensely*

15% wanna write something with these characters specifically

70% didn’t find the very specific and precise fanfic they’ve been searching for hours and came to the inevitable conclusion that they have to provide it themself  *mutters* “ fuck ”

[haretagogo]

ok im having a dissociation this exact moment and I don't know what to do?? what do I do I never know what to do

i feel like I'm out of my body??? it's hard to explain

UGHFUCK

[anonymousfatthoughts]

Saw a picture of myself today where I used to think I was giant and I just shake my head because I'm like 100 lbs heavier now I had just gotten out of the IPU and I was so sick... but I wish I were that weight again. I know I can get there, it's just hard to not have instant results. This morning was really hard. Made a smoothie but I'm trying out pea protein and it's CHALKY! It's gross and I have a reaaaally hard time with the texture. I'll have to slowly add it in. I didn't drink the smoothie. Didn't have breakfast. Didn't eat my lunch. Got a raspberry red bull and a fast food burger instead. What the ever-loving fuck. And yet tonight I'm gunna go home and make some healthy food and relax before I wig myself out so bad I gain 20 lbs. Being over 300 lbs is unacceptable, and so is my eating disorder. I have to live a healthy life to be a healthy person... it's the healthy-life-living that's hard. Let me clarify that it is unacceptable for *me* to be over 300 lbs. Y'all beautiful babes who are whatever weight are gorgeous and amazing and if you feel good I'm not hating at alllllll on anything. I just want to feel better. So, I have to take some steps to do that.

[paranoid-freakshow]

X

[dvndelionbear]

love being fucking ignored lmao

[haaarry]

OHMYGOF CAN U PLEASE WRITE THE THING FROM THE ANON ABOUT YN HAVIN TWO DOMS UGHFUCK THAT WOULD BE SO HOT

I THINK I WILL BUT IDK WHEN BC IM SO BUSY W SCHOOL I DONT WANT TO STRING YALL ALONG THINKING IM DROPPING IT SOON OR SOMETHING