#anyway danke anon!

[morgansmornings]

so you wanted a long anon, i dunno how long i can make this, but i'm willing to give it a go. first off i just want to say that you're fantastic as a writer. you churn out paragraphs of excellent material that never fails to get the eyes engaged. the genre doesn't even really matter. it could be coffee shop meet cute or it could be badass action sequence and the love you put into it still resonates the same way. you didn't just make a character from scratch, you love the character you made, and every au that comes with her. every time i see one of your posts i learn a little more about jay, and it doesn't even matter whether it's ic or ooc. that's a dedication that few people around here can really match.

and second, i want to say you're an extraordinary person. you're so sweet and welcoming and open. everyone i know on tumblr should aspire to your example. do you know that your quality has potential to make you intimidating? but i don't mean that in any kind of bad or scary way. really i think it's something you should hold on to, because it means you attract the best writers to want to write with you, and you inspire people to step up their game, not just for writing but to really think about the characters they write.

i understand if all this makes you want to crawl under a snow bank and make everyone not perceive you for a day or two but i hope this helps you know the effect you have. seeing you active here is a highlight of any day. you've got skills with the written word, and you're lovely in how approachable you as a person are. it's not scary to write with you. you just make someone who does it want to do it better.

keep doing exactly what it is you do and exactly the way you do it.

This Meme: Accepting @ Anonymous ~~~*~~~

I have no words, yet have too many to make use of. But I will try my best to answer.

First; Thank you. The kindness in that message has me next to dumbfounded. It brings me such joy that you can see and feel the amount of time that I have given over to Jayden, despite my habit of disappearing for months at a time due to life. I do love her as much as I aspire to be like her. To be brave, and confident  while being caring and supportive. Without coming off as arrogant and ass-hat like. It is a struggle because I am nothing like Jayden in Real Life. There are times that Turtle Mun has found me on the verge of a conniption fit because I have no clue what the right answer to give a reply is. This does touch my heart that you can appreciate the effort that I try to give to all that I write with. 

Two: I do my best to treat everyone the way I want to be treated. It seems so easy to say, but there is a hazard of putting an honest self out on the internet. It saddens me to think that life has been so cruel to people that most would call bullshit on being honest. Why contribute to the negativity, when it takes less effort to make someone smile? Most do not consider how powerful a simple “Hey, I hope you have a better day than the one you had yesterday.” can be. 

Being kind can be a huge effort and seems like an impossibility at times, but there are certain things that I believe in. 

One of them is this; Be Kind to Strangers. You don’t know their story, their history, and you might be the one act of kindness that they receive all day. That might be the one thing that keeps them tethered to life for another day.” Another is that what you send out into the world comes back to you threefold. It is simple, but something that I try my hardest to keep in mind as I live life. 

Two, Part Two; I never even thought about that, to be honest. It is not my intention to be intimidating at all. I have always tried to be considered at least a decent Writing Partner. Giving the same effort that my counterpart has given me. To give them not only internal monologue, thoughts, and feelings, but things that their Muse can then turn and act upon. I don’t think that highly of my own writing. I make mistakes, typos, there are grammatical errors left and right. And most of the time I never see them until it is too late. But I do try my hardest to give quality replies to every Mun that has given me a chance to write with them. So again my gratitude and thanks for your kindness to say these things. 

Third; You are correct. I do want to hide away and pretend that I am just another log buried under the snow. But it has lifted a portion of the weight from my worries that most don’t think I am worth writing with. That I fall way behind the mark of being able to give the same if not more to my Writing Partners. That I am actually worth writing with. 

In conclusion: I will keep this tucked away for the rainy days when I feel defeated in my efforts. This ask is one of the kindest and thorough that I have ever gotten. I will take this to heart and continue to do my best for the future.

[michameinmicha]

wowi ich liebe deine joan of arc reblogs 100/10

<3<3<3

[j00stkl31n]

No idea what youre going through but im here for u 😚😚😚

(I have no idea how to comfort, BUT IM DEFF SURE JOOST CAN.. TRUSTT 😔)

(Im probably delusional..)

-euroberry anon

Aww dank je wel 🥰🥰 I just saw a post a bit ago and have been thinking about things. I’m not really like emotionally distraught just disappointed in realizing this shit so late lmao

But thank you so much 🥰❤️❤️

I know that Dutch boy would do everything he could to get rid of all the feelings my ex gave me and that’s what matters now X3 my current bf will also do the same so I’m very grateful for that too ❤️

Making me feel all warm and nice cuz I’m not used to people caring so when they do it’s so nice especially from y’all on here 🥰❤️❤️

[bamfkeeper]

Breed.

RQ: 'I hope you are doing well. I'm not gonna lie, I was so excited when I saw that your requests are open! I've been loving your work and I am pumped! I also have crazy baby fever and was eating up the pregnancy request you filled. Since you've already done that angle, how would you feel about the aforementioned breeding kink Kurt has in one of your original NSFW head cannons for him which includes info for a masculine but gender-neutral reader. It can be in any format you want and no worries if you don't feel like writing for it or for the gender neutral angle specifically. I understand writing every day is exhausting and appreciate all the work you've already done. It is excellent!' - Anon

Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Gender neutral reader, but masculine body parts are described and terms are used (hopefully I understood the request properly). Breeding kink, blowjobs & deepthroat, anal play & sex pls prep irl 😭, somewhat feral Kurt hehe.

A/N: I don't mind at all, I have been wanting to write more masculine readers anyway since I have had a handful of people message me and ask. Even though this is a gender neutral with masculine features, I still hope it is enjoyable. Did not edit any mistakes please ignore danke.

WC: 1.8k

"Kurt?" your eyes spotted your blue boyfriend after he teleported to your room. "What's gotten into you?" you questioned, you had been lounging on the bed with a book when Kurt appeared, nearly prowling and crawling his way over to you. He was nipping and kissing your neck before another word could be spoken, eager and desperate. You were surprised, he hadn't behaved like this before.

He had yet to speak to you, he was busy nipping and kissing your skin. You couldn't deny how good it felt, he always knew the spots to tease you. His hands roamed your body, feeling over you and teasing down your sides. His gentle fingertips tickling ever so slightly on your bare skin.

"Need you, liebe," he rasped, his hard cock grinding into your leg and making your cheeks flush, your own dick slowly waking up. When he lifted from where he was buried, you could see how needy he was by his expression. His cheeks dusted with violet and he was panting, almost whining at you. As you looked at him, you felt your heart speed up. He was so desperate, but you knew his patience was waning, his grip on you had become more possessive.

"Bitte....bitte," he groaned, his cock leaking and swollen. It made you swallow thickly, how big it looked just from his desperation. The pretty blue dick blushed with purple and the head so angry, slick with precum that had been spreading on your leg.

Your smile was soft and understanding, you reached up and cupped his face. His cheeks were so soft and velvety, you adored how he felt against your skin. "Are you rutting?" you teased, his eyes widened and the only response you got was a strangled cry. He pinned you down, his chest heaving as he stared down at you. "Can't...resist." he panted, his hand moved down your abdomen, gripping your hips.

Once he struggled to have you bare, he leaned down to your cock, literally panting by now. His mouth worked you, but he didn't waste too much time sucking you off, he flipped you onto your belly, moving and spreading you open. He gazed as you before he began lapping at your hole. His tongue pressed firmly on your tight ring, slowly and carefully prodding his way inside after a multitude of eager laps.

You moaned as you felt his tongue work you, it didn't do much to prep you other than get you nice and slick for him. You looked between your legs and saw his cock bobbing, you whined softly and pulled away from his delightful tongue, earning a confused growl from him.

You shifted your body, facing his eager cock and you gently stroked him, your tongue running over his head and he growled again. Kurt lifted himself up on his knees and his body moved over yours, pushing his hips so his cock slid further into your mouth. You groaned at the sensation of him stretching your throat, but you eagerly let him slowly thrust into you. Your tongue and mouth worked him as his hips moved, your nose buried in his pubic hair while he moved.

His cock was weeping, coating your tongue and the back of your throat in his precum with each thrust. Kurt's soft moans filled the room, your chin was coated with saliva, his balls gently slapping your chin each time his hips moved forward. You managed to make a whine, and he pulled out of you, allowing you a moment to breath and relax your jaw. "Turn around," he rasped, his eyes were darker than normal and it was hard to ignore your own cock throb at his tone of voice.

You felt his head poke your ass, and you stiffened up. "I'm sorry, liebe...I can't help myself." he whispered and he slowly sunk himself into you. The way his cock stretched you made your eyes widen and a loud mewl escape your trembling lips. It burned, and it felt so good. He pushed until he was completely hilted in your ass, his eyes half lidded as his hands gripped your hips.

His tail thrashed behind him, it took everything in Kurt's soul not to immediately thrust into you.

But he knew better.

He wanted you to adjust, he was rather eager anyway.

"Ahh...oh my god..." you gasped, your fists holding the sheets in an iron grip, your body struggling but you breathed steadily in hopes of tricking yourself into relaxing. You wanted to ease up so he could move without any sort of discomfort.

"How do you feel now, schatz?" he rasped after a few minutes, you could feel him shaking behind you, the poor German was struggling so bad. You gently pressed your hips back to him, signaling it was okay for him to move. With that silent invitation, he glanced down at you for a brief second to make sure that's what you wanted, then he pulled himself back slowly. His thick cock dragging out of you teasingly before thrusting back inside with the quick snap of his hips.

A soft cry exited your throat as you felt him thrust all the way back inside, and you felt your cock throb when he pushed against that sweet spot. Kurt's thrusts were slow at first, slow but firm, and then they quickened. Soon he was thrusting at an even and fast pace, his chest against your back as his hips refused to stop moving. Kurt's warm breath spread across your neck and back as he let out quick pants with each thrust.

Good god did you feel good, so deliciously tight, you were milking him.

"Naughty...gluttonous...little thing, Mein Gott..." he whispered through his teeth, baring them as he hissed slightly while your ass tightened around his base. "You are going to be the death of me..." he rasped out, looking down to watch his blue cock disappear within you each time. He throbbed more seeing how he stretched your sweet, swollen hole, moaning loudly against you as his balls slapped into yours.

"Mmn...Kurt, ah...you feel so good, you're stretching my ass out," you rasped to him, "I'm gluttonous for you only," you replied to his teasing comment, smiling a bit. "It's a sin and I should be reprimanded for it, right Mister Priest?" you teased him right back, pushing backwards into his thrust, the slight angle change made Kurt growl out.

Suddenly he was almost laying on you, pounding into you even harder. "Ah, ah, liebe....I am gonna put a bamf in you..." he groaned against the back of your neck, his teeth gently biting your skin and holding on while his body was controlling him. He couldn't help himself, he needed this. So badly.

You whined in response to this, knowing that no, not really, but fantasy was too much to deny. Poor Kurt was pent up and you could tell by the pure desperation he was fucking you in. His cock was also rubbing that sweet spot inside you perfectly, how could you deny him?

"Ah, yes Kurt! Put a bamf in me, put a lot of them! I wanna be full of you, full and bred, please," you moaned back out to him, egging him on with your wavering voice and tearful cries of pleasure. It seemed to be all he needed. His tail wrapped around your body and secured you against him, his hips snapping into your ass that you were sure a bruise would be left when you were done.

"I am going to fill you full of my seed, you will be full and bred like a good partner....you'll hold me in you, I will put more inside again and again...." he slurred like he were drunk, but just so taken with pleasure he couldn't help it. No one could make him feel so good, no one but you. He held you tight, hugging your body close in such a way that you knew you were loved, and he was fucking you so damn good all the while.

You couldn't even focus, god he was ruining you.

Your eyes were barely open, you swore you looked like an idiot, maybe they were crossed? You had no clue.

Kurt panted quicker, snapping harder and faster, his tail snaked down and wrapped around your poor neglected cock and stroked you, adding more fuel to the fire. Your cries increased, your cock leaked as his tail worked its magic. "Come for me, liebe...let me know how I make you feel...I will come with you, and fill you so good...I'll breed you nice and full..."

"I'm c-close," you warned, right as his cock found a new angle inside and continuously hit your pleasure spot, that tender bit of flesh deep inside that made you want to scream. And you did. You cried out, his name and a long list of 'oh god's' and profanities left your mouth as you felt your dick swell before releasing on to the sheets below your belly.

In return, Kurt also came hard, but his thrusting didn't stop. He continued, his hips moving back and forth as his dick continuously leaked out and shot thick ropes of his seed inside your ass. You felt it slosh as he just kept coming. Was he this pent up? Or just really horny? It made you want to come again, knowing this is what you did to him.

His head fell back and finally, he came to a stop, his cock still sheathed into you. The room was filled with heavy panting, you could barely hold your own hips up on your shaky legs. Kurt was dazed, he felt like he was completely empty, you had milked him. Your asshole squeezed him like a vice and refused to let him go.

After some maneuvering, Kurt laid beside you, his arms wrapped around your body and held you flush against him. You were both a little sweaty, but he didn't care at the moment, wanting to stay buried in you for the time being. "Liebe...you felt so...wunderbar..." he whispered against your neck, his lips pressing tender kisses on the spot he bit.

You snuggled back into him, pressing your back against his chest, feeling his cock still inside you but you didn't want him out yet. "Stay inside...keeps your cum in me." you whispered, Kurt's grip tightened on you in response.

"Ja...keeps my seed in you." he purred against your skin. "Bred so well..." he rasped weakly, he was so tired now, the sleepiness of the high was hitting him and he wanted to rest. You were both dirty, but for now, you both just wanted to relish and drag out the moment as long as possible.

Besides, feeling each other like this was your favorite thing, and it was his too.

Thanks for reading.

*BAMF*

Dividers by @/adornedwithlight

Cover image from X-Men 97.

[bckwardsfrwards]

Can you write more Dr. Phosphorus 🙏 the amount of fics he has is criminal, I think I've read all of them available-

Can do Anon, there's a reason I finally picked up the metaphorical pen and started writin again. Not enough content for the Skeleton Doctor.

GN Reader, no specifications but they are a meta human.

No TW, not beta read, I try to use as little (y/n) as I can, crossposted to my ao3 account!!

Word count: 1k

Sing your song Jailbird

(Doctor Phosphorus x Reader)

Getting yourself thrown into Belle Reve was never in your plans. You hadn't intended for things to go down the way they did but that's all it took. One little slip up left you tossing and turning in a cold dank cell.

You couldn't sleep, but that was most nights. Although you had no actual proof it was nighttime. You hadn't seen the outside world since before your incarceration. The guards had kept you in solitary for the first few days, giving some of the more… Animalistic inmates time to grow accustomed to your scent. Kind of like introducing two cats through a closed door so that they don't try to kill each other. Not that you were too worried about actually getting hurt.

You weren't really introduced to your fellow inmates so much as you were shoved into the open common area. Some douchebag guard yelling your last name as a means of identification before slamming the metal doors shut. You grumbled, more annoyed than anything before dusting yourself off and taking in your surroundings.

There weren't really that many other prisoners. Those that caught your attention being a giant shark man that was pointing and laughing at you. An enormous robot sipping from a can of gasoline. And a green skeleton? Rather a skeleton with a green fiery body.

Most of them turned their attention away from you shortly after glancing your way. But the Skeletal man tilted his head at you seemingly curious before going back to his game of solitaire.

You felt like a kid at a new school during recess. No idea who anyone is or how to talk to them. The decision was made for you as the robot drinking diesel made his way over to you. Each step shaking the floor a little.

"Hello new inmate, you seem to be a little disoriented. Could this be, G. I. Robot wonders, because you are secretly Nazi scum?" The robots arm transforms into a giant canon as he speaks, his red eyes glowing a little brighter.

"Woah! Absolutely not what the fuck?" You ask with a mixture of disbelief and disgust, your hands raised in surrender.

"Relax G.I. I don't think this is really Nazi material do you?" The skeletal man asks looking you up and down skeptically.

"Perhaps you are right, Doctor Friend." The robot apparently called G.I. says. Disarming himself and going back to sipping on his oil.

"Why don't you go check on Nina, I'm sure she'd appreciate the company." The irradiated man says, gently patting the metal giant on the back.

"That is a wonderful idea! I will go and check on Friend Nina and her Bride." The robot says cheerfully. You swear you can see a smile on his face as he walks away.

"Sorry about that, he's uh. Not too keen on Nazis."

"I couldn't tell." You say with an unamused roll of your eyes. "I'd rather there be a Nazi killing robot than a killer Nazi robot though." You murmur with a Huff of laughter.

"Yeah, you got that right." He says with a dry chuckle. "I'm Doctor Phosphorus." The strange man says after a beat of silence, turning his head to face you.

"(Y/n)" You say, reaching your hand out to shake his before glancing at his radioactive flesh. You withdraw slightly unsure if you can or should shake his hand.

"(Y/n… Well it's a pleasure to meet you but I wouldn't recommend shaking my hand unless you want to get radiation sickness." He says with a sigh.

You furrow your brow and before you can stop yourself you shake his hand anyway. Surprised at the heat radiating off of his palm. It's warm like when you hold your hand over a pot of boiling water just to feel the steam. You can hear a subtle buzz, a stream of quiet bubbling coming from his body.

He withdraws his hand first looking at it as if he had been burned, before looking back at you.

"Are you stupid or something?"

"Little bit." You say with a wide grin.

"You can't tell but I'm scowling at you with disapproval." The doctor says with a slight shake of his head.

"Well you're a doctor right? You can just fix me up if I get sick."

"I don't know if you can tell but I haven't exactly been a practicing physician recently." He says as he crosses his arms, looking you over again with a tilt of his head.

"How long has it been?" You ask, your brow raised in question.

The doctor sighs, "15 years give or take?"

"Goddamn. Guess I'm never getting out of here huh?" You ask with a dry chuckle.

"You ask a lotta questions (Y/n)."

"Who's Nina?" You question, despite the Doctors complaint.

He chuckles slightly before answering, "She's another inmate here, got hurt on a mission a little while ago. She's in the Med bay with Bride. Which is where you'll end up if you hang around me long enough." He says somewhat dejected.

You laugh lightly not taking his words too seriously. "Who's Bride?"

"Your leader on the field if you ever get picked for a mission." He says as he walks back over to his game of solitaire.

You follow after him with a skip in your step. You were already warming up to this guy even if he wasn't 100% sure about you. He takes a seat and glances obviously at the chair beside him, silently asking if you're going to take it.

You sit down and fold your hands in your lap, twiddling your thumbs. You expect him to keep playing his game of solitaire but you're surprised as he shuffles the cards carefully. You wonder how he isn't burning them.

"You know how to play go fish?" He asks as he starts dealing the cards between the two of you. Not bothering to wait for a response.

"Yeah, it's been a while though." You say, glancing from his hands to his face and back.

"That's just fine with me Jailbird." He says as he picks up his cards, rearranging his decks order.

You smile at him with a little mirth in your eyes. Maybe this won't be so bad after all.

I'll write a part 2 if anyone really likes this! cheesey little ending but i figure its better to leave it open ended :) It's just the basic reader is an inmate in Belle Reve au. Although I am including Nina surviving and being nursed back to health while Bride watches over her.

[deathbxnny]

Hi!! I saw your requests are open (and I also feel your last entry talking about arcane lmao, I'm obsessed as well):

I wanted to ask if you could write a Vi x Vastayan! reader who basically has the same features like Lest from Season 2 she's childhood friends with.

(PS: i saw you're german in your Bio soo... ich wünsch dir ein schönes Wochenende wenn du das ließt, i speak german as well!)

》Vi with a Vastayan!Gn!Reader.

The Arcane brain rot demanded me to write this the second I saw it because it's SUCH a good idea omgg (Lest is so stunning, too-), so thank you for the request!! I also wasn't sure if you wanted this to be platonic or not, so I just made it into a childhood friends to lovers type of situation!

Und danke schön! Ich wünsche dir auch ein tolles Wochenende, lieber Anon!!<3

Content: Fluff, childhood friends to lovers, sfw

Reader has no set pronouns.

((Not proofread))

Vi was always secretly in awe by the way you looked, especially when you were young kids. She loved your unique features and the way your senses were so much more advanced than hers were. Despite her amazement, however, she simply treated you like everyone else, so you didn't potentially feel out of place. This didn't mean that she wouldn't compliment you often anyway, though.

Her favorite part of you were definitely your ears. She felt honored every time you allowed her to touch them as she considered it quite the privilege. She's definitely obsessed with how fluffy they are. Your super hearing also came in handy as kids, whenever you were escaping from Enforcers or playing hide and seek with the other children.

When you grow older, though, and find yourself in a more romantic relationship, her appreciation for you and your strengths grows even deeper. Your mind is always sharp, and your reflexes are faster than she can keep up with. And then there are your silent steps no one can detect. Everything you did was phenomenal to her.

With that said, if anyone dares to comment on your looks negatively, they'll be punched right in the face by her with no hesitation. She knows that your appearance attracts all types of crowds and therefore isn't taking any chances with your safety, even if you can take care of yourself just fine.

She just loves you (and your ears) so much.

[oculusdesamores]

SUB TICCI TOBY FIC PLSPLSPLS I LOVE THIS MAN SM TOO

Nightwish

Ticci toby x F! Reader

A.n.: I was in desperate neeed of ideas to write this thank you anon whoever send this ask ilove you. This Was so fun to write actually ily anon. #subtobyforlife

C.W.: Drug consumption, NSFW, MDNI!!!! Gore mention, death mention

Summary: After Toby and you had finished a hard mission you decided to repay him...

NSFW UNDER CUT!!

"Shit- That guy was fucking heavy-.", Toby growled after shoveling the grave closed. He didn't know it, yet his body was hit and exhausted from digging the grave and having to close it back up. He popped his back after standing back up and looked over at you. His tense body obviously relaxing and making him feel the fatigue from the mission.

You watched your boyfriend work away. "Can't be that bad, can it?" You lowly said, taking slow steps towards him, when you notice his tired expression.

He looked back at you and shrugged, before sitting down on the grave he'd dug just hours before that.

Now, you're not one to want to fuck straight after a mission but seeing his tired and pathetic expression sparked something deep within you. Something you usually tried to keep hidden. You quickly straddled his thighs letting your hands start to wander up his body and feel him up, sending shivers down Toby's spine.

"Wh-what are you doing, Sonnenblume?" His hands came to rest on your hips. His eyes were focused on you. He knew you too well and actually already had a pretty good idea of what you craved for. "I know how much you work, and I want to appreciate you helping me with my missions...You don't need to do this, but you do anyway.." You hushed, your lips grazed his neck before kissing and sucking at it.

Toby felt all his blood rush down south once he felt his lips against your neck and his hand came up to your head as he let out sigh. "You do know I wuh-want to help you though right?" He rolled his right shoulder and scrunched his face up for a few seconds before relaxing it. "I'm well too aware of it and I want to make you aware of how much I actually love you for it." You kneel down before him, not keeping your eyes off Toby. Your hands wander up and down his thighs. "You do so much for me even tho you don't need to.." His eyes travel down to your figure. Feeling your hands on his thighs made his legs tremble slightly.

When your fingers started to unbuckle his belt and your eyes travelled back up to Toby's face. You could see the blush on his cheeks. Which he obviously was trying to hide. His hand rested in your hair and he looked away.

You slowly, agonisingly so, pulled down his pants and could see his already hard dick and a wet patch from pre-cum staining his boxers. Deciding to tease him a little, "Did you piss yourself you dirty boy? Look at the wet patch you got." You smirked up and him and toby just tightened his grip in response. You being so direct and just doing whatever you pleased was not exactly something he was familiar with, but nothing he didn't enjoy.

When you slowly grazed your nails down his hairy thighs and kissed just right at his inner thigh, he could feel his dick twitch. "Liebes, sei doch nicht gemein." He lightly whined, "You..you are being unfair."

"You know I don't understand German...but also you edge me all the time so I think this deserves you right. But I'm feeling nice today." You sung and pulled his boxers down and wrapped your hand around his length. See, Toby wasn't too small, and not too long. He was just the right size for you to feel the stretch and curved just right for him to his the spot within you that made you see stars.

Toby shivered, feeling you wrap your hand around his length and pump a few times made him whine pathetically. You licked a few stripes up his length before deciding to take him into your mouth. "Dah-Danke schatz.." Toby hummed and rested his hand in your hair again.

You bobbed your head trying to take him in deeper, all while eye fucking Toby and not taking your gaze off of him. Which only made him whimper louder.

"Komm schon schatz..nur ein bisschen mehr." He murmured and slightly moved his hips which you immediately stopped by tightening your grip on him. "Dont move." The vibrations of you speaking with him being halfway in your mouth let Toby's face flush. "Liebes...bitte..."

You bobbed your head, determined to take him into your mouth fully. Once you rested against him, you licked up a stripe up to his tip, letting your tongue glaze over Toby's slit, which made him moan pathetically and grip your hair once again tighter. "Liebes komm schon.."

It wasn't until you actually genuinely looked up at him that you noticed how pent up he actually looked. His eyes were welled up with tears. Seeing him so whiny and needy made your cunt throb even more, your panties were already soaked by now and deciding yoh were done with just pleasuring him, you released him from your mouth with a pop and pulled him down to you.

"You look so pretty, all needy and whiny for me like this..." you mumbled as you started grinding down on tobys dick, coating him up in your slick. "Usually you're so big mouthed, love making me cry but you know deep down you love being treated like this, don't you?" Toby couldn't take it anymore and nudged his hips up. You got the signal he was desperately trying to send you and quickly pulled off your skirt and panties before lining him up with your entrance and sinking down onto him inch by inch.

You began pressing a few light kisses against his neck when he was settled fully against you. "Love you're really test-testing my patience.. just please-" Toby whined and gripped your hips. "It's alright my love." Replying quickly and starting to roll your hips against his, taking it slow just for him.

Toby gripped your hips a bit tighter and started to bounce you up and down on his cock, obviously fed up with your teasing. Hearing your pretty little moans was like heaven for him but his moans to you? Sounded absolutely wonderful.

"I'm gonna fu-fill you up.." He gave you little warning before releasing his seed up into you and bit your neck, quickly throwing you over the edge aswell.

You panted, skin slick with a layer of sweat. The smell of sex hovered in the air but you couldn't care less when you felt your lover's arms around your body.

"Ich Liebe dich." He murmured into your hair and closed his eyes.

[pencilofawesomeness]

Which member of Team Natsu do you think would be the most challenging for a bad guy to hold captive?

The woman who casually rips holes in the fabric of time and space on the daily? The man who can freeze anything he looks at? Or the girl who gets her power by breathing?

(Assuming anti-magic devices aren’t in play)

oooooo Anon you have given me a mental treat with this one XD

Magic suppression is definitely a game changer, though without it (even assuming the mage in question isn't magically drained/exhausted, and possibly kept that way) I think the power of heavy duty materials still go a long way.

That said, my answer would have to be Erza. She's a tank *and* a swiss-army knife. There's no way she can't summon the exact armor or weapon needed for the job... even if the weapon in question is just lock-picks. There's no way to plan for her vulnerabilities without knowing her entire inventory. Now, there might be a way to circumvent this by simply giving her no room to summon anything or available hand to use it, though it's hard to say if Erza would still be able to, say, displace a bunch of chains by summoning armor in-between them and her body. Since she requips directly onto herself anyway, her control is proven to be immaculate. Plus she's just all around scary and badass XD

Next in line of difficulty might actually be Wendy. Her buffs and enchantments can be a game-changer, and as you mentioned, she can pretty much always have access to her element. (Though I do imagine that, say, some dank dungeon wouldn't be that magic-rich sky so I wouldn't really count on that as a big boost.) Although wind itself might not be that effective if any metals are in play. It would mostly be the array of enchantments, whether that means giving herself an inhuman strength boost previously unexpected or enchanting up a debuff on whatever is holding her. (However to this point, baby Wendy as we know her might not be this versatile yet.)

Gray is close in my internal ranking, because he can make anything, but unlike Erza he has to *make* it, and if he doesn't have both hands available, then it might not be as sturdy. Plus there's stuff that won't break from the cold, and would be more durable than ice in a clash. They might have to get a certain type of alloy/material to withstand the flash-freeze, but honestly Gray doesn't have as much raw strength as Erza or Natsu anyway so there's still the breaking issue.

Natsu is definitely a beast of a guy but if he's up against fireproof and highly durable materials then he would be out of luck. (And they might have to be magicked to be fireproof, but I think that's fairly doable.) Once the brute-forcing option fails he's a bit cooked.

Then poor Lucy is really easy if you get her away from her keys. The trick might be if somebody like Virgo or Loke summons themselves to mount a rescue, but that also falls into any Fairy Tail rescue which could apply to all of them. (And I'm assuming that if she's separated from her keys then locating her would be tricky.)

Oh and Happy and Charle would also be really easy to hold captive. Poor little guys.

[deanbrainrotwritings]

—  HAND OF BLOOD

SUMMARY : “Hey can i request one where the reader is Dean Winchester wife and she just found that she is whatever supernatural creature and him just cuddling with her and help her using her new powers?? something fluff and cute” - anon

PAIRING : dean winchester x powered!reader (f.)

CHARACTERS :  unnamed villain, sam winchester, castiel

WARNINGS/TAGS : fluff, angst, comfort, trauma

WORD COUNT : 1.0k

A/N : bullet for my valentine song title. trying some new ways of writing bc university sucks, anyway, you can imagine the reader to be whatever magical/super-powered being from the show, I didn’t specify x

“Stop holding back, you could… you know… do something for me and I will let you go, alive,” the dark voice of the monster before you made a shiver run up your spine. Your stomach churned nervously, but you gave in anyway.

“Do what?” You sobbed, tugging helplessly at the chains around tour wrist.

You felt a warm breath by your cheek and you inhaled sharply, your body instantly tightened with stress.

“A little bit of magic,” the words brushed against your ear and neck. And you didn’t think you could shiver any harder than you already were, but your body shook with a shudder and your muscles clenched tighter, somehow.

“I can’t do magic,” you whispered with defeat, trying not to cry when a hand squeezed around your throat. “I’m not a witch,” you struggled to breathe through the tight grip.

Whatever the thing was that held you captive, squeezed your throat so tight you could feel your frantic heart beat against its palm. Then, the grip loosened with a frustrated growl, an impatient sound, desperate.

“But you are something,” it insisted through clenched teeth, “something very powerful.”

“I’ve never even… I think you’ve got the wrong person,” you argued weakly. Your body slowly relaxed and you accepted whatever your fate was.

You didn’t bother letting your eyes fall shut, you didn’t bother trying to squint and making something out of your surroundings. The pitch black room revealed nothing to you. All you could smell was dank air and dirt, hear the echo of yours and your captor’s breath against concrete walls and floor. The occasionally clink of the metal that bound you to the floor, the rustle of leaves with the shuffle of feet.

“I don’t have the wrong person. I think you’ve been holding back,” the voice grinned and two hands pressed against either side of your temples. “Why don’t we go back to the biggest hits? To all those times you’ve felt powerless?”

“You know… this doesn’t change the way I see you,” Dean promised, kissing your forehead. He absentmindedly played with a strand of your hair and kissed your cheek when you sniffled.

“I can’t… what if I can’t control it?” You whispered, wiping away tears with your sleeve as they flowed from your eyes with no end in sight.

“Hey, you’re such a control freak, I doubt you’ll let your powers beat you,” Dean grinned in attempts to cheer you up, but you were barely able to muster up a smile. You generally found Dean hilarious, something he knew well enough to find a way to cheer you up easily. Even when you had no idea what he was saying, he always made you laugh. It was always that dorky, boyish grin of his that made you crack up.

Dean shimmied down on the bed so he could face you. He sighed and gave you a weak smile. You were embarrassed of your wet eyes and swollen lips, but you knew Dean wasn’t judging you, and that’s why letting yourself fall apart was always so easy to do when you were with him.

“We’ve gone through worse and we’ve come out pretty damn alright.” His hand landed gently on your flushed, hot cheek. You finally looked into his gentle eyes, through watery vision and sticky lashes he still looked beautiful. “I promise that I will help you in any way that I can, sweetheart. So will, Sam. And so will Cas. We’re a family, you’re not gunna do this alone. Okay?”

Dean waited for you to nod. You almost couldn’t breath with the way he looked at you. With his soft green eyes glowing with determination, and kindness, and empathy. It hurt so much that you just nodded, and buried your face in his chest so that all the emotions in his eyes wouldn’t get to you and make you break down again.

He held you close to him and chuckled softly. He pressed his lips to the top of your head and soothingly rubbed your back while you clung to the warm layers on his body.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Dean gasped out a laugh, hunching over with his hands on his knees. “You’re not dangerous at all, you just suck at this. So… don’t be nervous.”

You glared at Dean as he struggled to breathe and wheezed out another laugh. Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose with one arm crossed over his firm chest. Even Cas seemed irritated with Dean; he rolled his eyes and let his hands slap against his thighs in defeat, his powers slowly fading.

“This isn’t easy and you’re doing great,” Sam encouraged you and squeezed your shoulder reassuringly when he made his way across to you. “Cas, again,” he tipped his head towards you and returned next to Dean to elbow him in his ribs.

Dean squirmed and wiped tears of laughter from his eyes, his eyes shimmering with flirtatiousness when they opened back up to you and the glare you sent his way. He wiggled his brows and smacked his tongue above the roof of his mouth, and you couldn’t resist the tiny smile from growing on your face. Or the blush that began to heat up your face, the skipped beat of you once fearful heart, the clench of your stomach. Yup, Dean still had it.

“Try to… um, just don’t hit us… well, you can hit Dean,” Sam snickered, ignoring the glare Dean shot at him. You grinned when Dean glanced back at you and you picked yourself. He sneaked behind Sam to hide from you and the way you unfortunately sucked at using your abilities. Most of your anxiousness disappeared, and Cas smiled reassuringly when he powered up.

You didn’t think things could be any better, all things considered. New powers, new you. But most importantly, your relationship with Dean, Sam, and Cas seemed to get better in the past seven months, like this one bad thing that happened to you didn’t get between you… instead, it wove the four of you together, and squeezed tight like a knitted blanket. Despite the fear, the anxiety, the uncertainty of what you were now, you felt warm, safe, and secure. With the people you call your family.

You had Dean to thank for that. And everyone else’s for falling into your life so perfectly.

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[galli-halli]

Ich nochmal zu Zungen-Gate. Das witzigste war tatsächlich, dass wir in AZ 1 alle dachten, dass Klaas das mit der Grenze nur so aus Gag gesagt hat, aber in AZ 2 war ja dann dieser Moment (es war übrigens in der MAZ), wo sich ihre Zungen wirklich berührt haben. Klaas hatte dabei die Augen verbunden, aber man muss sagen, er ist nicht zurückgewichen oder hat so „bääääh“ gemacht oder so. Obwohl er sich ja hat denken können, was das gewesen sein musste (er sollte btw verschiedene Gegenstände anlecken).

Well… Joko hat sich natürlich köstlich amüsiert, aber ich fand es auch einfach sehr faszinierend, wenn man so zurückdenkt an den alten Klaas, dass da eine erstaunlich entspannte Reaktion kam (*hust* als ob das mit den Zungen nichts ungewöhnliches wäre…). Anyway, die MAZ wird sicherlich noch in die Geschichte eingehen, nicht nur wegen dieses Moments.

Ach und leider kamen die beiden erst zum Ende der MAZ wieder zurück ins Studio, aber sie haben sich beide sehr drüber gefreut. Steven btw auch, auch wenn er so ein bisschen mit den Folgen zu kämpfen hatte.

Hi Anon,

Zungen-Gate ist mal wieder eine sehr treffende Bezeichnung für das, was sie da veranstaltet haben xD

Vielen Dank für deine Zusammenfassung. Ich freu mich schon sehr, die Maz dann sehen und ein bisschen mehr schreien zu können.

Klaas ist inzwischen so soft, ich glaube, Joko kann wirklich alles mit ihm machen und das Einzige, was ihn noch ab und an stört, sind die Kameras.

[vertrauensieihremarztm]

trying to bury that one anon because YIKES. anyway, I sketched this earlier!

You drew me so handsome! How skilled.

Danke for sharing!!!

[mordsfesch]

Heeeey Bestie, Kalli Anon hier.

Erst mal Herzlichen Glückwunsch zum Bachelorarbeit abgeben, die mündliche Prüfung wirst du auch noch schaffen! Hochschulabschluss, Hochschulabschluss, Hochschulabschluss! Woo!

Ich habe ja erst spät mit dem Tatort angefangen und gehe ziemlich exklusiv nach Teams (it's my brain :)). Das hat den witzigen Effekt, dass ich bei drei Teams (fast) alle Folgen kenne, die die Mediathek zu bieten hat (Wiesbaden, München, Kiel) und ein paar wenigen Ausnahmen von anderen Städten (insgesamt fünf Folgen von fünf Städten innerhalb von drei Jahren).

Langer Rede null Sinn: "Meine" Teams sind alle traurige alte weiße Männer. Seriously. Fällt niemandem auf dass Murot, Borowski und Franz (maybe noch Ivo) QUASI die selbe Person sind? Hallo? Bin ich crazy? Murot und Franz haben sogar die komische Dreier-BTW ICH HABE EINEN SOHN-Storyline. Bro. Und zur Therapie sollten die alle vier mal dringend.

Die Gentlemen verabschieden sich auch alle zeitig in den Ruhestand und jetzt wollte ich mal fragen welche Teams ich mal ausprobieren sollte. Frau Lindholm fand ich ganz nett und ich glaube Stuttgart könnte mir ganz gut gefallen. Und Saarbrücken ist natürlich Tumblr Favorit Nr. 1. Aber ist Wien oder Schwarzwald oder was weiß ich ein Geheimtipp? Oder geht man nach berühmten Folgen?

Freue mich über jede Hilfestellung. Pls teach me your ways Obiwan Kenobi.

Okay byeeeee Viel Erfolg mit allem!

Hiii Kalli Anon!

Danke, danke! Noch ist es nicht in trockenen Tüchern, aber: Hochschulabschluss, Hochschulabschluss, Hochschulabschluss! Blut, Schweiß, und Tränen sind geflossen, aber es ist (so weit) vollbracht! Hipp-Hipp-Hurrah!

Exklusiv nach Teams schauen fühle ich prinzipiell sehr, wenn ich nicht gerade den neuen Tatort am Sonntag schaue, dann such ich mir da auch gezielt raus, was ich schaue. (Teilweise sogar eisern in chronologischer Reihenfolge, was dazu geführt hat, dass ich von Kiel immer noch nicht alles gesehen habe). Anyway, Team Präferenzen sind sehr sehr valid!

Was die traurigen, alten, weißen Männer angeht: lass halt nen Fanclub aufmachen? Wobei... ist das Tatort Fandom nicht quasi schon genau das? Ich sehe auf jeden Fall die Parallelen, die du ziehst! Lustigerweise haben, glaube ich, auch alle (mindestens) eine Folge, in der sie Therapie machen sollen und alle reagieren mit einem "Brauch ich nicht! Ist Schwachsinn! Mir geht es gut! *Proceeds to do some unhinged shit*". Man muss sie einfach gern haben <3

Was andere Empfehlungen angeht, mein Padawan, so glaube ich, muss jeder seinen eigenen Weg finden. Persönlich bereitet mir Wien viel Freude, auch wenn ich nicht so viel davon gesehen habe und hauptsächlich durch Osmose von mutuals und deren fanfics mitreden kann. Schwarzwald dagegen... Ja, kann man machen, ist ganz nett. Und mit nett meine ich, manchmal verstehe ich worum es geht und schlafe nicht halb ein. Für Saarbrücken brauche ich ja keine Werbung machen und Stuttgart hast du ja bereits für dich entdeckt :D

Ansonsten auch einen Versuch wert: Berlin (das alte Team mit Stark und Ritter; Karow mag man entweder oder hasst ihn, habe ich das Gefühl), Konstanz (it's giving mean lesbian and slutty gay man at the beginning, imho), Frankfurt (vielleicht bin ich biased, aber ich mag ihre manchmal etwas schrullige Art), und Dortmund (noch ein mehr oder weniger alter trauriger, weißer Mann, ich weiß. Wenigstens hat der noch Kollegen, die nicht in diese Kategorie fallen!). Aber im Zweifelsfall einfach mal durch die Mediathek zappen, denn die Obsession findet einen ja immer selbst, statt andersherum, gell?

Viele Worte, hoffentlich irgendwie hilfreich, aber was auch immer du so tust, dearest Kalli Anon, ich wünsche dir viel Erfolg und Freude dabei!!

[ragnarokhound]

22 from the prompt list? if you want to, of course.

Thanks for the prompt, anon! <3

22. “They won’t take you away from me ever again.”

Jaytim; established relationship; warning for brief description of eye trauma (not serious)

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The first thing Jason does is check his pulse.

When he feels fluttering life under his fingertips and marks the shallow rise and fall of his chest, some of the anger collapses into jittery relief.

Some.

Tim's face is bloody and bruised, his cheek swelling purple under his mask. There are electrical burns on his uniform— they must have gotten creative when they couldn't get him fully out of the costume. He's trussed up, his bare hands bound and hanging from a meat hook in the center of the dank, round cell. Seeing it, Jason would like to return to the floor above them and cash in every cent of good will he's earned with the bats.

But the toes of Tim's boots barely brush the floor, and instead of giving in to murderous impulse, the second thing Jason does is hoist an arm around his waist to take the weight off of his shoulders.

When he does, Tim gasps, a wounded sound that nearly sends Jason right over the edge.

"You know," Jason says through gritted teeth as he saws through the ropes, his jovial tone sounding strained even to himself. "This is a pretty needlessly convoluted way to get out of doing dishes. Do we need to rethink the chore wheel?"

The last of the straps around Tim's wrists give way with a snap. Tim's strangled cry is loud in his ear, and Jason grunts as he bears Tim down to the floor.

"Because you can just ask if you want to rethink the chore wheel."

He runs through the checklist— spine: intact; head injury: negative. Unless you count the black eye and the split lip and—

Baby blues peer out at him from narrow slits. His pupils are mismatched; possible concussion but a drug is also likely, and the white of one eye is nearly consumed by bloody red. They're the prettiest thing Jason's seen all night.

"...H'd?"

"Yeah," he says roughly. "I've got you, babybird. I'm here."

"Tal'ns. Mayor's off'ce. Midnight."

God. Even beaten half to death and drugged out of his mind, Tim still has the wherewithal to deliver cryptic warnings. Jason might swoon. And they say romance is dead.

"I hear ya. Don't worry— it's taken care of."

It was the last transmission they received from Red Robin, before he cut out. There had been arguing in his comm for all of five seconds before the roar of Jason's bike drowned it out.

"Mm. 'kay." Tim blinks, and flops a hand to Jason's wrist. Aside from some scratches and chipped nails, his fingers are miraculously intact. He clasps their hands together.

"C'n we go home?"

Jason's chest clenches.

“Yeah. Yeah we can."

He pulls Tim to his feet, then into his arms when he can't stand. He walks them out the way he came.

Ten steps down the corridor, Tim jerks in his hold.

"Talons— the mayor—"

Jason shushes him.

"Hey, hey. You already told me. We've got it."

"But—"

"It's being dealt with. We'll get them. And they won’t take you away from me. Ever again.”

The last part slips out without Jason's permission, tight from his throat. Tim only sighs and turns his face into Jason's neck. Jason takes them home.

It's an empty promise. Not because he won't try to keep it, but because there's no way to guarantee it and they both know it. The Court has its scrawny little claws in every crack and crevice of Gotham, and there's no telling who's behind every mask.

The streets would run red and he'd lose Tim anyway.

[lu-sn]

what do you see as the most likely thing pete does post canon? is he involved in the family business? does he have a job outside the mafia? are he and vegas both retired?

let's assume vegas has recovered as much as he can from the shooting and that he's done whatever he needs to do to get himself and his family out from under korn's thumb. so we're talking deep post-canon.

if vegas is still in the mafia somehow — in any capacity — i have no doubt that pete will function as his right hand. (or left hand. hell, both.) he's definitely got the skill set for it, and i think he would really enjoy it! it's a perfect outlet for his brand of undying loyalty, and he gets to bestow that loyalty upon someone who is equally insane about him and who will let him beat up as many people as he wants ❤️

but i don't want that for them. i think vegas in particular deserves that soft epilogue — a chance at the life he could have had all along without his father hovering behind him. so let's imagine vegas has found something to do with his time that hits that perfect balance of high stakes and high fulfillment and very very high odds of survival. pete is very happy for him, and also the tiniest bit bereft. unlike vegas, pete needs something physical.

so pete is ambling back from the grocery store, idly wondering whether he needs to be trying to do something with all of his free time, when he stumbles upon some sort of scuffle just waiting to break out in a dank alleyway. and pete manages to spot a kid in there, far too young, definitely biting off more he can chew, definitely about to get his ass beat, and — well. pete's been itching for a fight anyway.

pete hikes up his pha khao ma and lays everyone in that alley flat, and once most everyone has scampered away with their tails between their legs, the kid stares at pete, and scowls at him, and sneers out a "didn't think i asked, old man."

here's the thing. i don't think pete has any sort of affinity or good hand with kids. he's probably the type to get walked over by most teenagers (exhibit A: macau during canon). but there's a particular category of kid that i think pete would immediately have the upper hand on; surly, prone to anger, snippy, sad underneath all of that. in short, kids who are a mini-vegas 😂

(somewhere not so far away, vegas is crouched in front of his vegetable patch, suddenly feeling very annoyed, and has no idea why 😌)

so pete smiles pleasantly, says "better work on your stance then," picks up his groceries and starts walking away — only for this kid to catch up to him and go "i guess you're good enough, so you might as well teach me."

this post is already long 😅 basically, this kid will not stop pestering pete, and pete somehow ends up training the kid on a daily basis in their backyard, and happens to unleash a lot of life advice that this kid is very desperately in need of (e.g. "knowing how to fight isn't worth anything if you don't know which fights you shouldn't pick"). and he notices some other kids peeking through the fencing watching them, so he sighs a deep sigh and tells them they might as well come in.

some of these kids remind him too much of vegas — or of himself. he finds himself wanting good things for them, wanting to help them be just a little bit happier — which is the kind of help neither he nor vegas received when they were younger.

he ends up being pretty damn good at it.

so pete is giving a bunch of kids a safe space and a healthy outlet for their anger, totally by accident. to answer your question, anon, i guess that makes him a community youth counselor 😂

vegas finds this all kind of bemusing, and is more than a little tilted that pete seems to be attracting all of the little vegases in a 30km radius, but hey! he gets to shovel his cooking into more mouths now! he's totally in denial about how much he enjoys that.

(much later, pete abruptly sits up from where he's resting his head in vegas's lap, and he exclaims, "did i accidentally start a gang???"

vegas considers this for a long moment, shrugs, goes "maybe we should have stayed in the mafia after all.")

[eclipseberrycake]

Ok ok ok… so finnnneeee since you insist /lh (giggling)

I’ve made a bunch of doodles of my oc but for the moment I’ll just info dump the concept tehe

So like her full name is Winifer Howllos (pronounced hollows) but their nickname is Winnie!!!

Anyways Winnie is a werewolf themed toon and she’s a main character toon 💀

(This is where I come in and say I literally have no knowledge of dandy’s world lore… so like if this isn’t applicable… then shhhh we’ll like slap the au card BAHAHHA)

Her general premise is they were supposed to be a seasonal like event toon but for Halloween! Her and her gangle of ghoulish fiends were supposed to be a hit! An episode was story-boarded and promo art was made of the gang (some posters and just little odds and ends) however it was decided that making toons strictly based over one day rather than the month as a whole was not a smart financial decision. Don’t ask me for the schematics just trust LOL

At this point only Winnie had been created, the others had not— so the project was scrapped in favor of toons that would have better longevity if that makes sense. Most of Winnie’s life is spent in a dank, dark, closet all alone 💔

Anyways one day a janitor or something happens upon her prison— closet and this person alleviates their loneliness while telling her all sorts of stories about the outside world.

So uhm I’ve kinda like absorbed your idea of the lore like a sponge if that makes sense??? Like uh with dandy being the first to turn and poppy and boxten working to get research and save the others it just itches my brain pleasantly and I was like “yep that’s canon trust”

After the icky Ichor hits I like to think because Winnie is isolated and alone they don’t become a twisted(at least from the get go…), but her janitor friend stopped coming and she gets so worried that she finally gets the courage to bust out and subsequently happens upon poppy and boxten and helps them lol

(She’s desperate for any kinship tbh, they’ll do anything just have someone to hang around with)

UHM SORRY ABOUT THE YAP FEST I feel like this is getting to long souxjaiziaj

I have like her ability, and whatnot thought up and even her twisted form, but I’ll probably share that in a different ask :33

Winnie my belovef

Also in case it wasn’t obvious in the art muncher anon tehe :))))

THOGG Im glad you like my lore for one <3 Thank you <333 Adopt it all <33

Second YAP ALL YOU WANT BESTIE

Third: Im taking her rn you can't stop me <3 She's my friend now and we're having soft tacos later <3 /lh

[ssa-dado]

Hi, me again, the anon with the recent... hotch vibrator asks... I'm going to be honest, not really the moniker I'd like to have for the rest of eternity so if it's not claimed yet I'm going to be 🐾-anon

I just wanted to tell you a) hope the cold shower helps and I take it as a good sign you need one ;)

and b) the ask you anwered before is actually not from me, just to clear up some confusion. (But honestly, I read that ask and was like: shit, I don't remember sending that, did I send that? because this person spoke from my soul xD)

Anyway, just wanted to let you know since I suspect there was some confusion. And you're not a loser, I mean, if anything, we're all in the same boat, we're using tumblr in the year of the lord 2025 to thirst over men double if not three times our age soooooo as we say in Germany: Wer im Galshaus sitzt...

-🐾

AAAA sorry if it wasn’t you. I’m just so... confused AAAAA

Anyway, the shower was... cold. I'd love to say refreshing, but I would be lying (And it didn’t even work. I’m still thinking about him being a mess over a piece of silicone... oof)

(...sollte nicht mit Steinen werfen)

(hope google got that right)

Common, nochmals vielen Dank, dass du deine Gedanken mit der Klasse geteilt hast (ich hoffe, Google Translate redet keinen Blödsinn)

Ummm I love you. Thank you for matching my freak and... thank you again for reaching out!!! This made my day, my week, my year omg I can't stop thinking about it AAAAAAAAAAA