#anyone else struggling can hmu

[bluejaybytes]

IT IS DONE. I 100%'D SIDE ORDER IN EVERY POSSIBLE WAY. Cleared the tower with all palettes, bought all hacks, bought all items from Cipher, got the Low Hacks Eight badge, got all Jelleton entries, and got all chips entries as well as maxing out the chips that max out at ten and NOT five. My fastest clear is 17 minutes with DJ Octavio's palette, and highest score is Marina's palette with 83k points. My favorite palette and palette with the most clears is Frye's palette with 6 clears, and my least favorite palette is Big Man's palette with only a single clear, tied with Eight and Murch's palette for the spot of least clears, and my first clear was with Sheldon's palette.

Genuinely I could not be happier with Side Order. The only critiques I have are minor and not hugely impactful on how I feel about the DLC as a whole. Easily worth the money and despite the fact I've now done every conceivable thing the game has to offer in terms of completion, I absolutely expect to continue playing and having fun with it for a while further

[chrissv4mp]

Can I request a billie smut relating to her song oxytocin since I haven't seen anything of it yet, maybe just including the lyrics too like maybe she says to reader "I can see it clear as day, you don't really need a break. Wanna see what you can take." And "I wanna do bad things to you, wanna make you yelp." Kinda pervy!billie in a way ???

౨ i wanna do bad things to you, don't wanna treat you well ৎ

billie master & taglist // main masterlist

★ a loud cry falls from your kiss-swollen lips as you clench around her fingers. they never stop, though, instead picking up the pace as her thumb comes up to rub at your clit. a chorus of choked moans and whimpers fill the room and your girlfriends ears, and she smiles as she watches you squirm underneath her, "can't take n'more, bils—fuck—mhh, please, i can't.."

her lips press to your jawline softly, a contrast to how hard she was fucking you with her fingers. she coos gently into your ear, whispering praises. but as your hands begin to push her away, she pins them above your head with her free hand, "yes, you can. you don't really need a break, mamas.. i know you can give me a few more, yeah?"

a few more. she said that 5 orgasms ago, and you bet she wouldn't stop for another 5 more. your mascara was ruined, tears running down your cheeks and staining them. billie was relentless, and she hadn't stopped since you both set foot in the privacy of your bedroom. you weren't complaining, though, every time she was like this, you would always see stars.

the only downside to this was that you could never find yourself denying her. those pouty lips and big, innocent eyes she gave you. you know that look in her eyes is fake, but you still give in every time, and this is the outcome almost always. she was just so fucking gorgeous, you didn't know how anybody could say no to her, "wanna see what you can take,"

"wanna break you, ruin you for anyone else. 'ts 'cause you're mine." she mutters, and her tone almost makes it seem like she's angry. but she's far from that, she's fucking ecstatic that she was able to get you like this. your legs trembled, waterline filling up with more tears, wrists struggling against her own, and your pussy clenching tightly around her fingers.

a quiet sob went right to her ear, and that just encouraged her torture on your swollen, sensitive pussy. billie licked a long stripe from your neck down to your clit, pressing a soft kiss onto the puffy bud before wrapping her lips around it. she'd done the same action countless times before during this one session, but it feels like the first time you're getting butterflies from it, "i wanna do bad things to you. fuck, m'gonna make it so you struggle walking tomorrow, ma."

your breath hitches once again, and billie smiles against your clit as she feels your walls flutter around her two fingers. she thrusts them in and out over and over again, and you finally let go as she curls them deep inside of you, "fuckk!—oh my god, oh my—bils, i—" her fingers slide out of you, only for her tongue to dip inside of your entrance. she moans at the taste of you, eyes rolling back as she hooks her arms under your thighs to pull you closer. her voice is muffled, and you can just barely hear her over your gasps and the loud squelching sound of your pussy, "my girl. mhh, you taste s'good."

authors note: hmu pervy!billie !!!!

wc: 533🗣🗣

@livialifesblog @mseilishmwah @mxqdii @sophloveswomen @devynscomet

[eveandtheturtles]

Comfort for the hurt

I'm feeling down, my partner is going back to UK. Time to write to let out some emotions.

Rating: G

Summary: Ninja turtles cheer you up on a very bad day.

Tagging: @madammuffins @turtle-babe83 @thelaundrybitch @dilucsflame33 @pheradream15 (if anyone else wants to get in on this list hmu)

You're curled up in the corner of your bed. Numb and chocked up with pain that has no treatment for. You're bleeding yet there's no blood. You're feeling cold but not the physical kind. The world is cruel, cruel place and you wish to leave it or for it to leave you alone.

"Hey," there's a soft voice and you look up, startled.

There he is. Your favourite, giant terrapin. You wipe your eyes with the heel of your hand and sniffle, struggling to put a smile on your face.

"Hey, what's up?"

"Kinda wanted to ask the same thing," he replied.

You wanted to say but the tears threatened to spill again so you just shook your head. You looked down and watched your hands trying to calm down.

You heard steps and the wave of even greater loss washed over you as you realized your friend left. Now you were truly alone. You pulled the blankets over you and wished to disappear.

You must have drifted off because you were torn from the abyss as the blanket been ripped off of you and you felt a cold wind brush over you.

You blinked, trying to focus and get your fogged up brain to work and register that not one but four ninja turtles were now in your room. Your friend brought reinforcements.

"We got snacks!" Mikey grinned lifting up boxes of pizza, ice cream, popcorn and plastic bags full of cans and bottles of drinks.

"We got movies." Leo raised his hands with DVDs in them.

"And we got Raph," Donnie grinned nodding his head to the red turtle holding up a brand new, knitted blanket.

"Snuggle up bitch!" He tossed it on you.

You barely managed to catch it. It was huge. Big enough to fit all five of you. There were even five initials with the brother's L, R, M and D on each corner with yours in the middle.

"Aww, guys," your voice cracked a little.

"Nope, not doing that," Raph wrapped you like a burrito in the blanket and carried you to the living room.

The five of you wouldn't fit on the couch so you had two brothers on your flanks and two on the floor. You leaned over your favourite turtle man and snuggled.

"Hey, just so you know," Mikey whispered to you, "we totally can scare the shit out of anyone who made you feel bad. Raph said he'll break their legs and Donnie is on already digging up shit online." He winked. "Leo said he sharepend his swords just in case."

"Thanks guys," you smiled, feeling slightly better. "I appreciate that."

Mikey gave you thumbs up and turned his attention to the screen.

Who knew being friends with mutant ninja turtles would bring so many benefits.

[indolamine]

hey y'all 🤍 here's a link for INFO on jiyeon, but i'll include some bullet points here with all you need to know. in case anything here sparks ideas for your muse and you'd like to work on a plot, hmu. i do prefer dscrd, so don't hesitate to ask. oh and i'd appreciate it if you could shoot me a dm first so my account doesn't get banned trying to touch base with the likes (say literally anything, hit me with a send it to me rachel if you'd be so kind). still, if you'd rather just hit like it's fine, i'll reach out once tumblr allows me!

jiyeon is what you'd call an Interesting Girl. someone you don't call or arrange schedules with, just happen upon. someone who never calls you but can be your best friend between 11pm and 3am. a fun girl, you just don't look too long.

both her parents are dead for all intents and purposes, which's proven to be a very character defining event in her life. one of her fathers passed away before she was even code, and the other chose to virtually die to work as a doctor for terrascape when she turned 18.

as single beneficiary to both her fathers, jiyeon found herself young, alone and newly rich. she's not particularly self destructive, but choices were made. luckily? for the most part, she was too stunned by grief and anger to blow away her fortune, which now affords her a cushy life she doesn't dwell too hard on.

she's emotionally stunted, still reliving the loss of her parents somewhere in her mind at every moment. she knows a lot of people, calls them friends but struggles to connect with them, blinking in and out of their lives. death is a constant thought, not quite a morbid fascination but more of a haunting. she knows, poor little rich girl.

she writes -- tries to, anyway. she's got some essays published, wrote for a column for a hot minute, it's her definitive trade of choice. but, and not to get too meta, the thing about writing is that you do have to write. that's the tricky part. merits were a good incentive, though once they're no longer an issue, she finds herself ignoring deadlines and putting off work on the novel she's been writing for the past 4 years. she instead "gathers experiences". she has many talents that she has no interest in seriously exploring, so she entertains herself while the high lasts.

between her writing and her party girl fame, at some point along the way she amassed a following on social media that she hesitates to cut loose. they make her more interesting than she, merely human, could ever hope to be, and she doesn't know how to kill the part of her that answers to their call. it's a lie when she says she doesn't look at what they say.

adult life for her breezes by in parties with half-friends and long bouts of reclusion. she wants to be a little of everything. she enjoys reading, skiing, playing silly little meta indie games about living in hyper realities. she doesn't commit to romantic relationships, yet enjoys the hunt anyway. she takes her time, and it never seems to align with anyone else's.

& here's a rolling list of canons that could also serve as potential connections for anyone interested, will add more as they come to me:

she once got involved with a couple for some brief months and it didn't end well

one of the few things she gets competitive about is skiing

she's fucked someone's significant other purely out of spite

she has a writing group whose meetings she misses often but she isn't the only one so she feels like it's a safe space

the person she plays a random weird rpg with incognito is maybe the most consistent relationship in her life, their chats can get very personal and strange and they can go weeks on no contact but go right back to where they left off

the events surrounding gyuok pique her interest because it's the first time terra residents could potentially be hearing from a virtually deceased and because he's essentially a virtual ghost which she thinks is neat

one of her published essays focuses on a celebrity she knows personally and doesn't portray them in the best light, which soured their relationship

[impishglee]

i want to revive my orv audiobook project but what i’ve realized is that i’m really bad at reading out loud 😭 LIKE not talking abt my performance or pronunciation bc those are inescapably amateur in a way that i can live with bc i am literally an amateur. but like.

i really struggle to get through a paragraph without skipping words/reading them out of order/tripping on my tongue. which makes editing HELL bc there’s just SO much i have to cut and then try and make fit back together. and most advice i’ve looked out for reading out loud is like. performance/acting advice. not. things that are applicable to my problem. i was hoping just doing it would make me better but it has not 😭

anyway. if anyone else has this problem and has found ways to significantly improve it hmu

[soul-wanderer]

06x08//I Know A Place - weekly recap (I guess that’s a weekly thing now)

There’s a lot to unpack about this episode, so let me start off by saying that this is hands down one of the best episodes that has ever been written on this show (thanks to Leah Gonzales, who basically has a flawless track record on the show so far) and I’m here for it. I will also point out some minor points first before getting to the main parts of this episode, because those will need more writing.

- The time jump in the beginning felt a little jarring, but that’s apparently an issue the show has refused to work on for six seasons and counting, so we better accept that they simply skip major parts of storylines

- The time jump also leaves us wondering what the hell happened to Maya’s phsyical health? Guess she’s fine now? Kinda hard to believe that her only issue (physically) is her sprained ankle, but okay.

- Diane is back! (and we all love it)

- Theo got a bit of his own storyline and while it wasn’t a “big story”, I’m still glad they gave him that, because we once again saw his soft and caring and passionate character and it’s just the best thing

- Dixon being a jerk as usual but Ross doing The Right Thing and it was great. Was it unexpected after what she had told him earlier? No. Was it still incredible? Absolutely yes. The only thing spoiling this story a little was them injecting Sullivan into it once again towards the end, but at least that wasn’t downright awful this time.

- Maya and Diane: Finally. HMU did a fantastic job at making Maya look like she was feeling on the inside, and it was about time she started some proper therapy. The storytelling was really great and thoughtful and heartwrenching, even if they basically sped up months and years of trauma processing to fit it into one episode. But at the very least Diane made it clear that Maya would need regular sessions for the next few months at least, so they did not pretend Maya would be fine after one day with Diane

- random side note: it’s been discussed why Maya’s dad was so weirdly focused on her cousin. My best bet is that dude cheated on Maya’s mum and that kid has been his all along. But that’s just a bit silly thinking here, if anyone else wondered what was going on there too.

- Vic. Let’s get to Vic, okay? The woman who has been through so much in past seasons and is still so easily overlooked in her struggles, once again reaching her breaking point, but for once she does not push it away. I am really damn glad they included that scene of Vic acknlowledging that she is, in fact, absolutely not okay, and that it’s okay to share this pain with others. Also VERY important to note: Theo listened. Not only that, he also didn’t try to argue, or make this about him. He shut right up about his own issues once Vic opened up about her own feelings. He acknowledged them and was there for her. We know he is kinda awkward around feelings and using words, but goodness, did he show up with his listening and hugging skills. Ladies and gentlefolks, get yourself a partner like this, for real. Oh, and a friend like Travis, too, because that group hug was absolutely wonderful. Let’s hope they’re giving Vic some therapy too in the future, she sure as hell needs it.

- We don’t talk about the final scene, right? Okay, thanks, because that one’s wrecking me and I basically waited for a visual like this the moment Diane started talking about little Maya. I’m fine, I stg I’m fine after this.

PS: And for the love of god, can everyone in that damn station please stop trusting that Eli dude? No one ever found out why he randomly showed up at the station and selflessly offered his help, and I can’t believe the writers are trying to sell the fact that every single person on that show is dumb enough to never even question his motives. Seriously. But I’m still here for sassy Andy (”I’m literally the one who would show up”), as long as she doesn’t fall for this dude - she already has a bad enough track record in the boyfriend department as is, okay?

[fragments-and-scars]

Fragments Protectors and Holders ୨୧

Crystal 🦇 - she/her - Prosecutor (/pos) Liam ❌ - he/him - Stress Holder Vi 🐺 - he/him - Trauma Holder Alex 🎠 - they/them - Persecutor Little Yuri 🖋 - she/her - BPD Symptom Holder Lilith 🖤 - she/her - Trauma-holding Little

Vent/side blog for the protectors and holders of @scars-and-fragments. Some of us are new, some of us have been here since birth and acquired this role later.

We are bodily 28 and have C-DID and BPD. Keep this in mind while interacting - we have heavy dissociative barriers and experience amnesia frequently, as well as borderline symptoms. We also have POTS and suspect we may have hEDS, so we are heavily affected by fatigue. Please don't take any lack of interaction personally; we are just clinically exhausted.

DNI

Radqueers, anti-endos/sysmeds (we're traumagenic but you're not our allies), pro-c harmful paras, exclus

Crystal 🦇

she/her - Vampire/Demon - 28/400/ageless - Trauma Holder and Prosecutor

I formed after a huge "Type B" traumatic event at the body-age of 12 that I don't want to give details about, but I will say it took away my autonomy and forced me to see myself as lower than human. Therefore I identify as a vampire and a demon, sometimes separately and sometimes at the same time.

I gained the role of Prosecutor in high school when we were bodily 15. I don't want to give details about this, either, just know that I physically lashed out to protect the system from further harm and caused amnesia. This is why we see my role as positive rather than negative; I physically protect us from harm and front to handle confrontations.

Liam ❌

he/him - Human - 15-16 - Stress Holder

I'm actually one of the newest members of the system. We've been under a lot of stress recently and I guess I just simply formed from it. Not much to say here otherwise. I'll likely vent about my own internal struggles rather than external. Btw I like Roblox so if anyone wants to play hmu and ask for me. I play on Xbox.

Vi 🐺

he/him - Wolf Shifter - 28 - Trauma Holder

So I'm a former protector in the system, but around the time Liam came around, everything became a little too much for me to handle. I pretty much was already a trauma holder, but I've never been able to safely and healthily... express that? I guess? So our brain decided that's just what I'm doing now. Anyway..

Alex 🎠

they/them - Human - 4 - Persecutor-Little

Also very new and split at the same time as Liam. We don't know a lot about them yet, as they either refuse to talk or can't. They've indicated their name by using flashes of people from our past with that name, and gave general positive/negative feelings about pronouns to tell us which they preferred, but that's about it. They tend to be pushy and demanding (/neu) and can sometimes be outright mean. Our internal caretaker is trying his best with them.

Yuri 🖋

she/her - Human - 18 - BPD Symptom Holder

Hi, I'm Yuri. I'm an introject from the game Doki Doki Literature Club. Our system has BPD, and I formed to hold the symptoms, but I didn't always identify as Yuri. I existed well before DDLC was a thing, but I didn't have an identity to latch onto. I specifically hold/funnel the symptoms of fear of abandonment, hypersexuality, self-harm, and obsession in relationships. I identify as a yandere as a form of a coping mechanism, and I don't really care if this bothers anyone. I am pro-recovery and actively working on my self-harm, obsessive tendencies, and hypersexuality.

Lilith 🖤

she/her - Demon - 3 - Trauma-holding Little

Lilith is a trauma-holding little and tends to be very shy. You're unlikely to ever hear from her, but she may vent here from time to time. She first fronted in August and attached to our (irl) husband immediately, but doesn't seem to trust anyone else.

[slinkyyq]

Random post, but I really wanna get this stuff out here. I have a boyfriend, right? right, he's literally amazing. like, I genuinely could not have asked for anyone better than him.

If you're currently single and questioning yourself, don't. I know that it's easier said than done, but honestly, it's so much better to wait. If you're mentally struggling with yourself it can seriously impact your relationships. When I was in middle school, I wanted to start dating. I dated this boy for around 9 months at the time in 7th grade. I was struggling so much with my self-image and dissociation, I barely even knew what was going on. The relationship was extremely toxic on both sides, and I seriously regret it. (If you want more on that story, hmu!) I ruined an amazing friendship with the "need" feeling to have someone else "fill" that love inside of my heart that I couldn't.

Please, love yourself before trying to love someone else. It's worth it I promise <3.

If you need to vent or rant to me, always feel free to send me a dm. You can message me here on Tumblr, or on my Discord, @ soreppoii

[coralstudiies]

do you have any tips on confidence and boosting self esteem? sometimes i feel like i’m not good enough to talk to certain people, or that everyone else is better than me. and fear stalls me from success and my dream life.

aw hun, im sorry you're going through this:( i think we've all been there, ik how it feels because sometimes when i think im finally getting good at something, someone else's better performance swallows my confidence. i think it's a common thing. of course, you might beat yourself up over that (we all will, it's just accepting that we WILL blame ourselves and then commiting to improving ourselves the next time around) but you should never destroy yourself by excessively and frequently harbouring such negative thoughts when your confidence/self-esteem is challenged.

for confidence, i don't think positive pep talk works for me because for some reason, the heart seems to only listens to our own negativity. and that's the thing tbh; if we cant trick ourselves to think positively, then we should try to see things as 'factually' as we can. im not saying become a robot, but say, if you failed a math test, instead of thinking negatively like "i suck" (which are only 2 words but negative enough to hurt your spirit imo) you should think "i need to work on my integration" of course if positive thinking works for you, go ahead. but im assuming it hasnt been effective, that's why you're asking for advice. Imo you lack confidence because you're overflowing with self-directed negativity, related to self-esteem ofc, so the best you can do is lock all of that out of your head. bit by bit! it's gonna be hard at first, but if you cant trick yourself into looking on the bright side, at least don't peer into the darkness. even that would be enough to stop some failures from eating away at your confidence.

next, about self-esteem. usually ppl have low self-esteem bc they are chasing an ideal that isn't theirs! im not saying your dreams are ideals; in a way they're just a small part. they're chasing a 'perfect me'. but you already ARE the ideal. things will come to you, so think about it that way. but they only come when you take the right steps. When you follow the right process the right results will come. It is CAUSE first then EFFECT. Goal - Thoughts - Feelings - Actions - Results - Ideal. it is somewhere along this path where you have stumbled, so find out where and sort it out asap. this is what's stopping you from becoming your own wonderful ideal. when people think they're not ideal, they naturally experience a plunge in self-esteem. and i really think there's no general way to boost self esteem except to find out whats going wrong and then fixing it. because self esteem is very closely tied to feelings, which is tied to your thoughts and hence your goals. in the same way, because it is tied to your feelings, it affects your actions, results and ideal. so its fricking endless and harmful.

you really gotta look into the issue, try your best to probe in deep even if it hurts. because trust me i've been there. i beat myself up over the smallest of things even tho i myself have won quite a healthy amount of medals and i KNOW i can do it. but my heart doesnt think so. and THEN i lack the confidence to really do what i need to do when i compete. and then i dont get the results. then at that moment, i am a step short of the ideal me. it's really a shit ton of factors coming in to play. but it all starts with me and my negativity, me and my self-blame, me and my unconfidence. but if you have the ability to start it off this way, you have the ability to turn it all around! my coach used to say, 你有多自卑就能有多自信 i.e. however inferior you can feel, is as confident as you can be. it's in you anon. you have the power. u just gotta harness it and change things for yourself step by step. idk if i helped bc like i said in an earlier answer to an ask, i'm the kind to brute force my way thru my own struggles.

but as my last reminder to u(which is not so related, but just in case its the ppl around u who intentionally make u feel bad ) circumstances don't have power over you. you -- after getting rid of(or at least minimising) whatever self-esteem issues you have -- have power over your circumstances. idk im just rly sorry that u feel like that, i know i dont give the best advice but i rly wish the best for u:) i have faith in how far you'll go!

[incogniiita]

hey all, my brain hasn’t been too great w writing rn and i think that’s mainly because of a burnout that i’m trying to recover from -- i’m still unsure tbh, but every time i come onto any of my blogs to write i just immediately feel exhausted and honestly all muses -- whether they’re canon or ocs, it’s like there’s a wall blocking connection to them if that makes sense ?? ... i know it won’t last forever, because they are very much here and present, but this makes it Extremely difficult for me to write atm ... i’m taking it slow for now -- but just know, that i am still extremely invested in all threads and dynamics i have on here and so desperately want to write but i’m going to have to probably take a break for a little while ... if i get a random burst of muse, i’ll try to write when i can but for now i’m taking it slow. i love you all so very dearly and i hope you guys will be here when i start getting my groove back hopefully in the near future 💛💛💛

[thisblogis0cal]

Look. I'm 30 years old with a severe eating disorder. I feel like everyone in the ED community is a baby and the last thing i want to do is make anyone feel unsafe or scared. Can i get some help finding some adults who struggle with this? I don't want anything other than community and help.

I'm asexual and the only thing i'm interested in in losing weight and being murdered probably.

Minors, get help while your brains are developing because after 25, making changes that are permanent are pretty much impossible.

Anyone else wanting to hold hands while we walk into the fires of hell, please hmu.

This is a side blog so a follow back will be by someone else. Please don't out me.

Block don't report.

[jinxviolets]

my best friend just texted me that her boyfriend said he was looking at wedding stuff and i simply Cannot Deal With That Today so i’ve decided i’m gonna do this!!!!! it will probs be at abt 480p lmao but i’m streaming as i try to remember the controls and gather collectibles in jedi: fallen order in order to distract myself from my anxiety!

click here to watch the mundanity

lowkey considering a shitty ps4 stream as a distraction (from the fact that we’re nearly done with day 2 of my sailor being back and i have still heard nothing from him) in a short while if anyone is having a monday night of sorts and would like to keep me company <3

[jamesbuchananxsteviegrant]

She Who Shan’t Be Named - Part 4 | Sweetheart (Steve x Reader)

Category: Smut (Mandatory) Age: 18+ Trigger Warnings: Explicit language, intercourse, suggestive language, casual sexual actions, flirting with a lot of people Ship: Steve x Reader Summary: Tony lets his life-long friend crash at the Avengers HQ while she has nowhere else to go. What could go wrong with so many attractive individuals living in the same home? Word Count: 1.4k Masterlist: LINK

(hmu if you want adding to the tag-list for this series)

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“Knock knock.” Steve’s voice echoes in the living room where (Y/N) is alone, sat watching some show on Netflix and eating a bowl of pasta.

“Afternoon, Cap.” She greets, flashing a wink his way.

The man laughs and shakes his head.

“Afternoon, (Y/N). How’re you doing? You settling in okay?”

“As courteous as ever, Steven.” She avoids his question.

His grin remains as he approaches the couches.

“May I?” He asks, gesturing to the couch across from her.

“Are you asking me permission to sit in the living room of your own home?” Her voice is half-serious half-joking.

He laughs nonetheless and takes a seat.

“I’m trying to make you feel comfortable.” Steve offers.

“You’re Captain America, I don’t think there’s much you can do to make me feel uncomfortable.”

Another chuckle.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

“You can hold me to a lot of things.”

“What?”

“What?” She mimics, Steve smirking and shaking his head.

“What’re you watching?” He asks, trying to make conversation.

“Nothing you’d know, old man.”

Another laugh.

He relishes in it for a moment. The happiness. The genuine, relaxed atmosphere as he feels carefree and welcomed.

“Try me.”

“Big Bang Theory.”

“Hey, I know that one! Tony hates it.” Cap boasts, (Y/N) giggling herself.

“I know, that’s half the reason I love it so much.”

More laughter.

What Steve doesn’t notice is the way the woman spends more time eyeing his body up and down. The way his biceps are on full display, along with his abs, in the tight light blue t-shirt he’s wearing. The way she’s imagining what his beard feels like against her lips. And the other lips.

Sitting her pasta bowl down on the coffee table, she stands up and approaches the blond, watching his eyes lock with hers, eyebrows quirked in curiosity of her movements.

She stops directly in front of him and he’s all too curious.

“You okay?”

“When was the last time you fucked anyone, Steve?”

His eyes widen and he almost chokes on his own saliva at the question.

“Excuse me?”

“You heard, Rogers.”

She maneuvers herself so her knees are bent on either side of the man’s thighs, sitting on his lap.

His arms are almost up in surrender, not daring to touch the woman.

“Did I stutter?”

No. But he does.

“I, uh, you- what’re you doing?”

“Waiting for an answer.”

“God. Uhm, a while? Like three or four years ago.” He confesses, still looking bewildered at the woman.

“Was it good?” The woman continues, leaning forward so her chest is pressed against his, her lips by his ear. “Did you enjoy it?”

“I- what- it was alright.” Steve stumbles over his words.

“Am I making you uncomfortable, Captain?” Her voice is no louder than a whisper, her breath making goosebumps prick his skin in the room that’s almost too hot.

“Not quite the word I’d use.” He manages.

“No? What word would you use?”

He hesitates again, eyes widening even more so as she gently takes his hands in her own and rests them on her hips.

“I don’t know.” Steve whispers, locking eyes with her once she’s pulled back enough to do so.

“May I kiss you, Steven Rogers?” She asks, whilst she wants this and is confident, she doesn’t want to do anything to make the man in front of her uncomfortable.

He opens his mouth a few times before deciding on the right answer.

“Are you sure that’s a good idea?”

“I’m always full of good ideas, Captain. Allow yourself to indulge in a little bit of fun every now and then.” (Y/N) whispers, leaning forwards and pressing a gentle kiss to the man’s lips, feeling him reciprocate it instantly.

His hands squeeze her hips just that bit tighter when he does, the woman internally grinning at the feeling.

She pushes the boat out and kisses him harder. Deeper. Faster. Wanting to see where his limits are.

Their breathing is heavy, Steve taking over the kiss without even realising it himself.

She slowly pulls back and loves the way he follows her, not wanting to stop.

“Look at the state of you, Stevie.”

The nickname makes a small whimper escape his mouth as he pulls back and meets her eyes once more, looking half guilty half desperate.

“I- I’m sorry, I don’t know-”

“None of that. I don’t want you to be sorry, Cap, I want to know how much you want it.” She teases, voice husky as her hands reach up to his face, stroking his beard.

The man gulps.

“I don’t think this is a good idea. Stark will-”

“This isn’t about Stark; this is about you and me, Rogers. He doesn’t need to know.”

She presses her lips to his again, grinding down on man so very subtly, but enough to feel the growing shaft in his jeans.

“Fuck,” Steve whispers between kisses, the pair pausing as they enjoy the feeling of her movements.

“Language.”

He can’t help the smile that forms at her comment. He squeezes her hips a little harder.

“Sweetheart, you’ve gotta stop. You’re gonna-”

“Gonna what, huh, Cap? Gonna make you horny? Gonna make you hard? Gonna make you fuck me?” She interrupts, actions becoming more and more needy with every word she speaks.

“Fuck, (Y/N).” He groans, head lolling back onto the sofa.

“Not an answer, Steve.”

“We really shouldn’t.”

“Fuck me, Cap.”

And that’s his limit.

He tosses the woman aside so she’s on her back on the sofa, adjusting himself so he’s hovering over her.

Her eyes glisten with anticipation as the man unbuckles his jeans before unzipping them, yanking them down enough to reach for his, now, rock-hard cock.

“Turns out that America’s Sweetheart isn’t so sweet after all.” (Y/N) teases, hoping to get him a little riled up.

“Shut up.” He manages to groan, yanking down her leggings and panties in one go. “How’re you so wet already?”

The vulgar words coming from a man like Captain America do something indescribable to her core.

“Can you blame me, Cap?”

He groans again, leaning over the woman and pumping his shaft a few times as he admires her body beneath him.

“Oh, you like that one, huh?” She teases, noticing how he reacts whenever she uses the title.

“God, will you shut up?” The man whispers, not at all harsh, rather begging.

“Or else, what, Captain?”

With that, he presses his cock to her entrance and slides in slowly. Inch by inch. And there’s a lot.

“Fuck!” Steve growls as he sheaths himself inside her.

(Y/N)’s eyes roll to the back of her head at how big he is. She genuinely hasn’t been this full in her life.

“Language.” She barely manages, but it’s quickly followed by a gasp and a moan as he pulls out and slams back into her.

She swears the man just shattered her cervix.

“Fuck, Steve!” She moans, hands wrapping around the man, nails digging into his clothed back.

“Language yourself.” He manages through clenched teeth. “God, you feel so fucking good.”

“Yeah? Is this just alright for you?” Her voice is mocking but struggling as he continues to pump in and out of her.

“You’re far more than alright, sweetheart.”

The words catch her off-guard but she pays no mind as she indulges herself in how good the man feels.

“Feels so good, Stevie.” She whimpers, Steve groaning and fucking her harder and harder, sweat forming on his face but he doesn’t care.

He’s never felt so good.

“Yeah? God, sweetheart, can feel you squeezing me.”

Filth.

“Want you to make me cum, Cap.”

Another moan from the man, cursing under his breath.

“Better yet, I want your cum in my mouth.”

“Fuck, (Y/N), you’re killin’ me.”

They’re going at it for a few moments longer before Steve is stuttering that he’s gonna cum.

Without second thought, the woman pushes herself back, dropping to her knees on the carpeted ground and opening her mouth wide, tongue sticking out.

Steve groans once again at the sight and pumps himself until he’s moaning her name and blowing his load into her mouth, (Y/N) making sure that she doesn’t miss a drop.

“Not bad for America’s Sweetheart.” She states once they both catch their breath.

Steve chuckles once again, redoing up his trousers and helping the woman up off of the floor.

“You’re gonna do things to every person in this building, you know that?” He smiles, both collapsing onto the couch and leaning on one another, eyes moving back to the TV where the next episode of her show is on.

“That’s the plan, Cap.”

Another laugh.

“We’re glad to have you, sweetheart.”

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suppose i brought my soloist muse kris (a ten chittaphon fc) back. would anyone plot with him hehe (maybe with a taeyong or winwin opp?? but not necessarily?? he’s open to any gender tbh  he’s what himself the kids call a bisexual legend). n e ways i’ll leave more info under the read more cuz i’m too lazy to do a more organized intro and i should be studying anyways so like hmu or like this if interested? 

ptbr; suponhamos q eu ressuscite meu oc solista kris (fc ten chittaphon). alguém por ventura plotaria com ele... (talvez com um taeyong ou winwin de opp?? mas não necessariamente?? tipo ele tá aberto pra qualquer gênero valeu ele é o q ele mesmo os jovens chamam de ícone bissexual). enfim vou deixar mais info debaixo do read more (nessa ordem mesmo em inglês depois português) porque to com preguiça de postar organizadamente no meu sideblog e devia tá estudando então vem no privado ou dá o like se tiver interesse?

around ~26 (age can be changed a little), soloist, bisexual. tw for implying grooming of sorts & sex exchange & just power imbalance? you know nasty entertainment industry shit. anyways! about kris. grew up struggling in the poor areas of bangkok then turned backdancer for kpop idols turned trainee & survival shows contestant turned widely famous all-rounder soloist with a diversified discography, though he has been leaning more into rnb recently (he doesn’t label himself musically cuz says he wanna have room to explore different genres etc). total extrovert with a very playful & charismatic personality. he’ll annoy everyone & flirt with everyone with the same determination. somewhat impulsive, lives for intense emotions, 100% yolo, not so secretly a sl*t (like have you seen his lyrics? horny jail for 1000 years). what’s more of a secret (or so he thinks, the idiot) tendency to overwork himself. the youngest of three siblings to a very neat & supportive family (and now also a doting uncle!!). hiding the dirty secret that he slept with a big shareholder of his first company for a while to get support for his career, until he could disentangle himself from the man (pretending that didn’t fuck him up in the slightest). always trying to prove to himself that he deserves to have gotten where he is. plot!! can be anything. with someone who’s also in the industry, as a singer or something else (even as a staff member like mua, choreographers etc) or with someone who’s like a non famous person with no previous relations to famous people trying to make it work with a world famous celebrity. exes, established but secret relationship, fwb to lovers, hookups to lovers, people who just met & are working on a collab u name it.

ptbr; ~26 anos (dá pra mudar umm pouquinho), solista, bissexual. tw para grooming implícito (bom meio que grooming), sexo como moeda de trocar e desequilíbrio de poder?? enfim a mais pura sujeira da indústria do entretenimento. enfim bora lá! kris cresceu na labuta nos cantos mais pobres de bangkok, virou backdancer pra idols de kpop, virou trainee & competidor em survival show, até virar um solista all-rounder famoso com uma discografia bem diversificada, embora ele esteja se inclinando mais pro rnb recentemente (ele não se rotula musicalmente porque diz que quer poder explorar gêneros diferentes conforme a verdade etc). total extrovertido com uma personalidade brincalhona e carismática. vai encher o saco de todo mundo e flertar com todo mundo com a mesma determinação. meio impulsivo, vive por emoções intensas, 100% yolo, não tão secretamente p*ta (tipo, já prestou atenção nas músicas dele?). o que é mais segredo (ou é o que ele acha né otário) é sua tendência de trabalhar até o limite da exaustão e daí continuar trabalhando. o caçula de três irmãos pra uma família bacana que o apoia (e agora também um tio babão!!). escondendo o segredinho sujo que ele dormiu com um dos acionistas da primeira empresa dele por um tempo pra conseguir apoio pra sua carreira, até ele conseguir se desvencilhar do homem (e fingir que isso não ferrou com a cachola dele em nada... terapia filho). sempre tentando provar pra ele mesmo que ele merece chegar onde chegou, esetar onde está. plot!! pode ser qualquer coisa, com alguém que também é da indústria, como cantore ou algo diferente (até alguém que trabalha nos bastidores tipo galera da maquiagem, coreógrafe etc), ou com alguém que não é famose nem tinha nada a ver com gente famosa antes e aí têm de fazer o relacionamento secreto funcionar com uma celebridade mundialmente conhecida. exes, relacionamento às econdidas, amizade colorida, ficantes (pra que tratar ficante como namorade quando se pode tratar como espose), pessoas que acabaram de se conhecer e estão trabalhando numa collab, tanto faz.

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9, 32, 35! ♥️

Cherry my love! I hope you are living under the bluest possible sky today. <3

9. Do you believe in ghosts? This isn’t about writing I just wanna know

Yes! I spend a lot of time around dead people, and 99% of the time, they are just dead. But I can think of a few specific instances where I (and sometimes my coworkers too!) had the distinct sense that this one in particular was just...different. Not gone. I've never seen or heard anyone or anything, but that feeling of being less alone than you should be is unmistakable. If you ever want a story, hmu.

32. What is a line from a poem/novel/fanfic etc that you return to from time and time again? How did you find it? What does it mean to you?

The last line from Seamus Heaney's poem "Requiem for the Croppies," about Irish rebels fighting for independence from Britain and being sorely outmatched because they are farmers facing down artillery. The line is "And in August...the barley grew up out of our grave." God, it hits me in the chest every time. The futility of human struggle alongside the dispassionate cycle of nature. Being reclaimed by the land you tried to preserve. The end of your story being absorbed into nutrition for something else's beginning. Fuck.

35. What’s your favorite writing rule to smash into smithereens?

I mentioned adverbs already, but my other one is abusing commas to destroy sentence structure. There just is something, something special, about a sentence that reads like a thought, like someone trying to get too many words out at once, like you are becoming aware of pieces of the scene in front of you one at a time.

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Brothers with Mc Who Has PGAD (Pt 1 of ?)

This is going to be different then my other headcanons. I tried doing them like usual, but it didn't sit well with me. This is only like the first two chapters?? Idk how to explain it. It's hard to show the issues with PGAD in a relationship without just rehashing my chronic pain ask. I might be a bit rusty because I'm playing off and on right now, so please forgive if anyone is OOC.

Also, I want to state that this is NOT a representation of everyone who has PGAD. I couldn't possibly fit all the symptoms, feelings, and causes in here without contradicting myself. There are many causes in the female sex though (Deposits built on the clitoris, slipped disc, hormonal imbalances, pregnancy, misfiring signals from the brain/nerve, ext). I have a fucked up nerve somewhere along the line. I'm a rare case of a rare disorder where I was born with it and haven't experienced a day without PGAD. These are only how I expect someone with my exact symptoms would react, and how the brothers would react to that. Also! If you have PGAD, and don't know ways to help out, I'll give you some tips. Just hmu baby 💞.

Warning! Sensitive Content!

Coming to the Devildom is just as you'd expect it to be, it's literal hell.

You're stressed, like, majorly so. You don't have your medications on you, you've been seperated from your phone, and these demons are telling you you'll have to stay in their realm for a year, doctor's visits be damned.

The emotional connection between your pain and your reactions is rising by the second. It's clear on your face, and most probably by the way you dig your nails into the palms of your hands, attempting to draw your attention away from the growing burning sensation.

You don't feel comfortable being set up in a strange house with seven strange demons. They're rowdy and rude and it just sets you on edge to the point that you're very near jumping everytime one of them speaks to you.

They don't speak to you often, thankfully. If you refuse to engage with them, they're fine with keeping their distance. Sometimes you'll hear something from Mammon, your appointed guide, and the blonde seems to enjoy commenting on what books you're reading, but that's about it.

But then you're expected to go to school, five days a week, whilst fulfilling a stupid task list everyday, and all that pressure really weighs on you before it's even begun.

You can't sit down for eight hours, let alone sit on a hard surface in such a toxic that is highschool without being put out of commission for a few days. This will really mess with their whole plan, and you doubt you'll get cut any slack if you don't actually let at least one of the council members in on your condition.

It shouldn't have to be that way. You shouldn't have to justify your state of wellbeing to people you've barely known for two days, but the only way out of here is by playing the game, so you target the eldest brother.

You explain to Lucifer your condition. It's very professional, straight-forward, and he doesn't ask many questions besides the obvious.

The two of you eventually come to a pretty decent arrangement. On the days when you're in too much pain to handle things, you can stay home, and do whatever you can to catch up. It's not exactly the best option, considering you have different teachers online and in person, but it works for the most part.

He does require you to do some studying with the third eldest though. Leviathan, you learn, is a shut-in. Most his schooling is online, and since you're situation tends to make you miss many days of school, Lucifer wants him to help you out.

The two of you don't exactly get along at first. Leviathan is the type to work alone, and he's not the best at explaining. So during the first two days, you kinda flounder from paper to paper, task to task. It's just more stress on your plate. You snap at him when he gets impatient with you, and he'll return the gesture with some mumbled insults.

Eventually the two of you get to a state where you can at least work together without arguing over something small, but he's still a little annoying to you.

Satan kinda steps up here too. He knows Levi isn't really the best at explaining things that aren't dipped in a convoluted storyline, so he tries to help out when he sees you in the library, often searching for information for your assignments.

And Satan is incredibly patient. Even without knowing of your condition, and that's kinda the support you need. Learning with PGAD is hard, because any sort of frustration just puts you in pain. He doesn't get offended if you snap, or if you're a bit stubborn because of this. Something about him recognizes that desperation in your eyes; the want to do things, but he just knows there's something holding you back. He's not sure what, and he doesn't ask out of respect for whatever you must be dealing with (Which is such a breath of fresh air).

Mammon, on the other hand, isn't as graceful in his approach. He doesn't really pick up on your vibes and that proves to be a bit unfortunate when you're having a hard time translating your feelings.

He takes most things you say a little too personal, despite also having a tendency to blurt out the first thing that comes to mind.

You two get on each other's nerves pretty equally. The stress that results makes being in his presence a bit difficult.

But no one makes your life worse then Asmodeus.

Sure, he's sweet. He probably picks up on the fact that you take baths as often as he does and gives you some fancy soaps/stuffs, but he's a little too touchy.

And a bit too sexual.

You try to distance yourself from him, and it has mixed results depending on how persistent Asmodeus is feeling that day.

The only one who you don't interact with much is Beel, and that's kind of a blessing in disguise. You're hardly a few days into your residency in the Devildom and you're already struggling to keep up with school and the brothers (as well as the voice coming from the attic...but you try to push that and Lucifer's threats to the back of your mind.)

Things only get worse when you make your pact with Mammon. In fact, the only good thing that really comes out of it is that you are able to help out Leviathan. Everything else feels like a shitstorm.

There was the expected teasing. The "Mammon was dumb enough to get played by a human" bit that really got old after the first time and a few offers to make some more pacts from lesser demons at school (which you always turned down). All the attention made your day stressful as fuck. You could hardly think without feeling strongly in some sort of way, and having a stabbing pain zeroing in on your pelvis.

And to your suprise, he can totally feel it.

(Personally I like to believe pacts go a bit deeper then the 'oh I can make you do things'. I feel it should be considered more, given how much power is given to them, and how often it's stated that the guys don't just give them out. If they were just about control, I have no doubt Mammon would have probably used it in a moment of desperation. In fact, it's kinda out of character that he hasn't at least made the mistake ONCE, so I headcanons there is a emotional/physical bond that comes with it.)

It's not completely there. He doesn't get all the pain and strife you do, but there's enough for him to kinda put the pieces together. He's not delicate in approaching you about it, however he thankfully does pull you aside after dinner, saving you the embarrassment of talking about genitals at the dinner table.

You explain to him what exactly PGAD is. That your body is feeling a sexual desire, but you mind isn't. So, instead of being pleasurable, it's painful.

He's not exactly sure what you're saying, but he becomes a lot more protective over you from now on.