#because when the fuck are you gonna use this?

[homunculus-argument]

Hey as someone who isn't disabled and has never used or needed mobility devices, I just wanted to let you all know that it is so fucking cool when people accessorise/decorate/style their mobility devices to match their outfit and style. Like this one time I saw an older lady dressed entirely in yellow and her cane was yellow and had daisies on it and I still remember that sometimes with joy! Yay yellow lady! Or the punk kid I once saw with skull stickers on their wheelchair and a studded wrap on the back of the backrest.

If you've got a mobility tool of some sort and you've wanted to do something to jazz it up somehow but felt too self-conscious about doing it because what if it doesn't look good, I'm gonna tell you that you 100% should. It's so neat to see people personalise their devices, like they're telling you "this is not a foreign object, this is an extension of my body and outfit and will be styled accordingly."

And I just think that's neat.

[gojosprettyprincess]

˖ ࣪⭑ BEING NEEDY AND WAKING TOJI AT NIGHT <3

Tw - slight somno in the beginning, kinda mean toji. Not proofread as always.

It’s what, 1 in the morning? And he’s suddenly jolted awake, panting. His broad chest is glistening with sweat and his eyes are all blurry and tired. He had to go to bed earlier than usual because he has to be up around 4 am to get a head start on his new mission in the morning.

But you’ve been abruptly woken up from a wet dream— needy, aching, and desperate for some relief that only Toji could grant you. Your fingers moved instinctively, teasing your clit and dipping them in your drooling hole, searching for that familiar wave of pleasure but it just wasn’t enough.

It didn’t feel nearly as good as when Toji’s cock is stretching you open and ruining you. But then you remembered he was lying right there beside you so why not???

He lets out a deep groan from the feeling of your cunt suddenly fluttering around him as you sink down on his length. Your warm, wet cunt squeezing him in a way that yanks him out of his half-asleep state. His brow furrows together, lips parting as he grunts, still surprised and dazed.

“The fuck…?” His voice is hoarse, thick with exhaustion but there’s no real bite to it— just confusion as his calloused hands instinctively find your hips, holding you firmly in place. His fingers twitch like he’s debating whether to stop you or help you.

“Toji”, you whine softly, slowly rolling your hips. Your hands rest on his chest, feeling the heat of his skin under your fingertips. “Need you so bad”.

He sighs, head lolling back against the pillow. “You gotta be kiddin’ me”, he mutters, voice still laced with sleep. He’s so fucking tired. He should be scolding you and flipping you over, making you wait till morning like a bratty slut like you deserve. But the way your tight little cunt clenches around him, sucking him in deeper, quickly made his body betray him. His fat cock twitches inside you, growing fully hard and stiff despite his obvious exhaustion.

“Fucking horny slut”, he grunts, rubbing a rough palm down his face before roughly gripping your hip. His other hand slides up your plushy thigh, fingers digging into the soft flesh. “Can’t even let me sleep in peace, huh?”.

You swiftly shake your head, biting your lips and bracing your hands against his big chest as you rock against him, dragging his cock against every sensitive spot inside you.

“M’sorry, I tried” you admit breathlessly, cheeks flushed. “But my fingers weren’t enough”.

Toji exhales sharply through his nose. You’re gonna fucking kill him one day, he swears. He slides a hand up your back, forcefully pressing you down against his muscular chest, making you gasp as your nipples graze against his warm skin frictionally.

“Greedy fucking thing” he murmurs, lips brushing against your temple. “You wanna get fucked that bad huh? How bout you do the work then”.

His hands leave your hips as he leans back, resting his arms behind his head like he’s getting comfortable. A smirk tugs at his lips despite the sleepiness in his eyes.

“Go on, baby. Ride me since you’re so fucking eager.”

You wanted to protest, whine like a baby, and tell him he’s being too mean but yet you're rolling your hips on top of him— bouncing slowly at first, dragging his thick cock in and out of your soaked pussy, savoring the delicious stretch that’s he’s creating.

He lowly hisses, sharp jaw clenching as he watches you use him for your own pleasure as if he’s a fucking human dildo. Your little whimpers had his veiny cock pulsing inside you because of how cute you sound.

But soon, your desperation takes over. You grind down harder and faster. Your pathetic moans growing louder as you shamelessly chase your high. Toji watches through hooded eyes, groaning low in his throat.

“Tch. Look at you,” he rasps, gripping your waist when you start to tremble and your thrusts get sloppy. “So fucking dumb and desperate. Can’t even wait till morning for some fucking cock”.

You let out a choked moan as he suddenly thrusts up into your hole, meeting your sloppy movements. The force knocks the air from your lungs, your fingers involuntarily digging into his pecs.

“Toji—!”

He grins lazily, voice thick with amusement and lust. “Shit, if you’re gonna fucking wake me up dead at night like this, might as well make it worth it for myself, right?”.

And that’s all it takes, his exhaustion is suddenly forgotten as he grabs the fat of your ass, fucking up into you with fast, deep strokes that have you seeing stars.

Your moans grow louder, pitchy, and more desperate as Toji's thrusts overpower yours. The punishing abuse of his mean cock bullying your hole has tears welling up in your eyes from how intense it is. He’s dragging his shaft along your compressed walls in a way that has you trembling.

Your fingers claw at his chest. Legs shaking as you struggle to try to keep up.

“You wanted this so fucking badly, yeah?” he taunts. “Fucking yourself on my cock like some needy little whore while I’m sleeping— now look at you”.

You whimper, trying to move your hips faster but his grip tightens on your waist, holding you still. A low whine leaves your lips, frustration bubbling up when you realize he’s stopped letting you move altogether.

“Tojiii” you mewl, trying to push against his firm hold.

“What?” he mockingly drawls, smirking up at you menacingly, eyes heavy-lidded. “Something wrong?”.

You huff in frustration, glaring down at him with annoyance. “Let me move,” you demand, squirming in his tight grasp.

Toji purposely clicks his tongue, eyes darkening as his smirk widens. “Oh, so now you think you’re the fucking one in charge here, huh? Do I need to remind you of your place? Slut”.

Before you can even respond, he’s manhandling you onto your back in one swift motion, knocking the breath from your lungs. A gasp rips from your throat as he presses you into the mattress, slotting himself between your trembling legs. His heavy cock is still buried deep inside you, and the new angle has you crying out.

“You woke me up”, he irritatedly mutters, pressing his full weight down on you, completely trapping you beneath him. “Dragged me outta a damn good sleep cause you can’t stop fucking thinking about dick.” His tone is low, almost scolding as his lips brush against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine.

His big hand wraps around your throat— not squeezing, just resting there. Seems to be his reminder of who’s in control. His other hand grips your thigh, hiking it up higher around his waist before he pulls his hips back and rudely slams into you in a harsh motion.

A choked sob leaves your lips as he sets a brutal pace, fucking into you with deep, deliberate thrusts. His cock stretches you open, hitting that spot inside you that has your toes curling against his huge back.

“Toji— fuck, s’too much”.

“Oh, so now it’s too much?” he scoffs, his grip on your throat tightening just slightly, enough to have your head spinning. “That’s funny, ‘cause a minute ago you couldn’t get enough. So needy and desperate to have your pussy stuffed and fucked like some horny bitch in heat. What happened, baby?”.

You’re barely able to answer, your mind going hazy from the way he’s cruelly pounding into you. From the way his lengthy cock drags and throbs along your sensitive walls, making you a pathetic mess beneath him.

“You wanna act like a spoiled little brat?” he growls, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear. “Fine. But you don’t get to tap out on me now.”

He reaches between you, long fingers finding your swollen clit, rubbing tight circles that make you jolt and quiver beneath him. Your body’s already overwhelmed, teetering on the edge and oh he knows it.

“That’s it”, he mutters, watching your face contort in pleasure. “Cum for me, baby. Cum on my cock like the fucking slut you are”.

His words pushed you over the edge. Your whole body tenses as your orgasm crashes over you, your walls squeezing his cock in rhythmic little pulses. You sob his name, gripping his beefy arms, nails digging into his skin as the pleasure flows through you.

Toji groans at the warm feeling, his brutal thrusts growing sloppier as he quickly chases his own release. He presses his sweaty forehead against yours, loudly panting. “Fuck— gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna make sure you remember who this pretty fucking pussy belongs to”.

With one last deep thrust, he buries himself to the hilt, groaning as he spills everything inside you. His warm seed completely flooding your overstimulated walls. He stays there for a moment, catching his breath before he finally pulls out, watching the way his milky cum slowly drips out from your swollen, used cunt.

You’re completely gone, body trembling, eyes hazy and filled with lust. Toji chuckles at your fucked out state, pressing a lazy kiss to your forehead. He always takes pleasure seeing you like this, knowing that he’s the reason why.

“Next time”, he murmurs, brushing his fingers through your messy hair to move them away from your face, “wake your old man up at a decent hour, yeah?”.

But even as he says that he’s already pulling you close, letting you bury your warm face in his chest. His rough hand rubbing slow circles on your back as you both drift off once again because despite all his old man grumbling, you both know he’d definitely let you do it again.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

not editing this or proofreading it. school is hard, so all you guys get is my shower thoughts for now 😔 this shit is so unserious. i also lost motivation for this one, so… have this

cw- demon!sukuna, chubby!reader, smut, mdni

imagine summoning demon sukuna on accident in your sleep only to find out he’s actually an incubi.

he stares at you with a smoldering gaze as his wets his lips with his forked tongue. he’s eager to indulge, and you are the perfect prey.

seeing this as something you can use to your own advantage, you ask him to take care of your little “problem”… the problem being that you’re a complete loser virgin.

also, this is just a dream, right? it’s not like you’re going to suffer any real life consequences! maybe your subconscious will come up with a juicy enough scenario to satisfy your urges without having to look for a real man because… ew.

the only dick you’re getting is in your dreams… that is until he reveals to you that he actually has two dicks.

“o-oh!” you gape as you’re unable to tear your eyes away from him. two whole dicks… his presence is suffocating in your mind.

“already taking back your request, woman?” he asks in a low rumble. he’s definitely challenging you right now.

“no! it’s not like it’ll hurt-“

your words are cut off by him removing the sheets that were covering your body. he curls a finger into the waistband of your panties, and he can feel his mouth already begin to salivate from the promise of burying his tongue so deeply into your weeping pussy until you’re writhing and begging for a break.

however, his one track mind is completely halted once he lays eyes on said slickened pussy.

“what- is something wrong?” you quickly ask, looking down for yourself. not a fictional dream man already making you feel self conscious about your body.

“you’re hairless.” he notes bluntly, leaning in to get a closer inspection.

“stop that!” you bat him away, crossing your legs so he can’t see you anymore.

“don’t hide yourself from me.” you swear you hear him growl as he forces your plush thighs back open. he leans in closer, and he takes a deep breath. the scent of your arousal has him throbbing in need, but he’s completely mesmerized by the fact that there’s not any hair.

“did you just sniff me-?” you ask, unsure if you want the answer to that question or not.

“you smell normal.” he remarks with the same blunt tone. he then leans into you — his warm breath caresses your sensitive skin, and you feel your back arch involuntarily for him.

his tongue laps just once, savoring you as if he’s at a fucking wine tasting, and your virgin ass is already on the cusp from a little lick. you whine, trying to lift your hips as if to silently ask for more.

“you taste perfect.” he continues with his observations before his long fingers gently caress the small bundle of nerves that only you have ever touched, and fuck, he’s so skilled with moving his hand in perfect circles until your damp cunt is making wet schlicking noises.

you nearly cum when he slips two fingers inside your inexperienced hole.

“feels normal.” he comments, not paying any mind to how you’re nearly coming undone on his hand.

“are you fucking— oh sh-shit… giving me a doctor’s visit right now?” you manage to pant out as you look down at the demon.

“just trying to figure out why you’re hairless.” he obliges you with an answer while casually pumping his fingers in and out, curling them to brush against a spot that makes you cry out.

“i-i shaved!” you answered him frantically, rolling your hips as you shamelessly grind against his hand. the incubis smirks at your clear desperation. he feeds on it.

“shaved?” he asks, stroking his fingers against that spot with more vigor until he’s recklessly pounding his fingers into you.

“yes- oh my—… i’m gonna cum… don’t stop. oh right there!”

“tell me more about this shaving thing. why would you do such a thing to your pretty cunt, hm?” he prompts as if he’s not relentlessly finger fucking your poor pussy.

you can’t give him an answer because you literally can’t think. this demon is making you see the gates of heaven with his fingers.

it’s not a minute later before you’re screaming out in pleasure, soaking his hand in your juices as you finish on his digits.

he leans his monstrous sized body over yours, still leisurely pumping his fingers in and out of your fluttering cunt as he gives you an expectant gaze. he’s still waiting on his answer.

“it’s mostly for… for aesthetic purposes,” you manage to breathe out while your body is still vibrating from your orgasm. you’ve played around a time or two with your toy, but it had never felt this damn good.

“aesthetic purposes for who? you’re a pathetic virgin, are you not?” he asks with a low chuckle. “you humans are so perplexing. you’re lucky i find the rest of you aesthetically pleasing.”

you feel your face warm as you look down at your body. no one usually compliments your body. being a big girl means getting compliments about your smile or your hair — never your body because it’s never good enough.

“you do..?” you ask, unsure of if he truly meant his words.

his fingers slowly slide out of your warm channel, causing you to shudder from the emptiness.

“oh pet, i wouldn’t have answered your pitiful calls if i didn’t find you so tantalizing,” he slowly reaches his hand up, and he pinches your nipple, “i’ll have so much fun with you,”

then, he’s gone.

you startle awake in your bed, leaning up and looking around as you pant heavily. that all felt so real. sukuna felt so real.

peaking under the blankets, your eyes widen as you can immediately see that your orgasm was real. your bedding is completely soaked…

and you can’t wait to try and summon him later tonight again.

[millers-angel]

patrol!joel x female reader

summary: joel scolds you because you messed up a patrol, until he makes you cry and realizes he crossed the line. warnings: scolding, mean joel, thumb sucking, smut ig, they get caught by tommy.

“are you stupid? you wanna die?” he grunted, clearly upset with you.

ha had been upset for a while, lecturing you on how you have to be more careful, but as he did, you both kept walking till you got inside the safe place—an abandoned house in the middle of the woods.

“i always have to repeat myself every goddamn time. stay quiet, do what i say, and most importantly, don't do anything stupid," he said, dropping his gear onto a table. "and that's exactly what you do."

you stayed quiet, holding back tears. you liked coming on patrols with him, except this time tommy came with you, but you fucked up. you didn’t listen, you put yourself in danger, and joel had to come find you—again.

he scoffed, shaking his head. “should’ve just left you out there. maybe then you’d finally learn.”

his words hit hard, and you felt your throat tighten, your vision blurring.

“you don’t listen, you never fucking listen,” he went on, voice rough with frustration. “i tell you to stay close, i tell you to stay quiet, and what do you do? the exact opposite. every goddamn time.”

he ran a hand over his face, exhaling sharply. “you think this is a game? you think i like risking my ass for you every time you decide to be reckless?”

you bit your lip, trying to keep it together, but the lump in your throat only grew. he was mad—really mad. you were looking at your boots wipping your tears away, you didn't want him to see you like this.

he exhaled hard through his nose, his breath heavy with frustration. his hands were on his hips, fingers digging into his belt as he tried to calm down. but when he looked down, he saw you sitting there on a worn couch, head bowed, your pants dotted with tiny dark spots.

tears.

his jaw clenched. maybe he’d been too harsh. maybe he’d gone too far.

“you good?” his voice was still rough, but quieter now.

you nodded quickly, wiping at your face.

“use your words,” he muttered. “now you're quiet, huh?”

you swallowed thickly, voice barely above a whisper. “i’m fine.”

he huffed, unconvinced. “look at me.”

you shook your head.

joel sighed, deep and slow, forcing himself to be patient. then, with a gentleness that didn’t match his earlier anger, he reached out, fingers curling under your chin, tilting your face up.

watercolor eyes. tear-streaked cheeks. swollen lips.

his grip tightened just slightly, his own frustration shifting into something else.

you sniffled, wiping at your nose with your sleeve, but it didn’t do much to stop the way your shoulders shook. joel exhaled, rubbing a hand over his beard. without a word, he grabbed you and pulled you onto his lap, his arms firm around you as he sat.

you didn’t resist. you never did.

“i’m sorry,” you murmured, voice unsteady. “i didn’t mean to put you at risk. or tommy. i won’t do it again.” you swallowed, fingers curling into the fabric of his jacket. “i get it if you don’t want me on patrols with you anymore. or if you just want to give me the easy routes.”

joel sighed, his chest rising and falling against your back.

“i tell you this shit for a reason,” he said, voice quieter now. “it’s dangerous out here. you keep acting like this, and it’s gonna catch up to you. and i don’t want that. i don’t want anything happening to you.”

you hesitated, then whispered, “really?”

“yeah, really.” his grip on you tightened just slightly. “i get so goddamn mad ‘cause you’re stubborn. you don’t listen. you scare the hell outta me.”

you were still new to patrols, still learning the way things worked out here. and you liked going with joel for two reasons—because you wanted to learn from him, to be as capable as he was, and because no matter how bad things got, no matter how much he yelled, it always ended the same way. with him pulling you close, keeping you safe... and his cock deep down inside you.

you loved being with joel on patrol, the way he moved with such ease, like he was made for this. every step was calculated, every decision precise. the way he handled the knife, the rifle—how it all seemed so natural to him, like he was in complete control. when danger came, he didn’t hesitate. he knew exactly what to do, and you couldn’t help but admire how effortlessly he commanded the situation.

and when things got tough, when he needed to push you out of harm’s way or pull you into cover, there was something about the way he manhandled you that drove you crazy. it was rough, but it was him taking control, keeping you safe. and in those moments, with his hands on you, you felt safe. you felt protected—like now.

you hiccupped, the sound shaky from how much you’d cried. joel’s thumb brushed your cheek, his hands gentle as he lifted your face to meet his eyes.

“i’m not gonna put you with anyone else,” he said softly. “we’re gonna keep going together, on patrols.”

you looked up at him, surprised. “really?”

“yeah, really,” he muttered, his voice a little rough. “i wouldn’t leave you with anyone else, not when you’re putting yourself at risk every damn minute. no one else is gonna risk their ass for you like i do.” he paused, a flash of frustration in his eyes before he noticed your lip trembling.

he softened, his thumb tracing your bottom lip, trying to calm you. “you’re damn stubborn, you know that?”

he pressed his thumb on your lips, parting them, so you sucked him. "that it," he said softly—too softly. "that's gonna calm you down."

you closed your eyes, holding his hand close to you, sucking his thumb as if your life depends on it, you pressed your tongue on it, lips tight around him. he loved the sensation, he loved when you sucked on his fingers just as you suck on his cock.

you opened your eyes when you felt a growing bulge beneath your thighs, meeting his gaze, all dark. nothing but desire behind them. he could yell at you all he wants—make you cry even, but you'll always end up like this.

his other hand made its way under your shirt, the feeling made you squirm. he played with the tip, squeezing it between his fingers, pulling it gently, getting muffled moans on his thumb in response.

and that was enough for him, he needed to fuck you now. he took his thumb out your mouth to tug your shirt over your head, your skin prickled when the breeze hit your bare breasts. he loved seeing thoes perky tips all hard for him. he got rid of your jeans too, throwing them somewhere in the dusty cabin.

"joel... we should go looking for tommy," you mumbled between gasps.

"he can take care of himself, i'm taking care of you."

he loved having you like this, all naked and vulnerable. he had fucked you behind a tree, over a rock, on the grass, in old cabins like this one, even in the back of an abandoned jeep, its wheels long deflated and covered in dust. he knows he's the only one who got to see you like this, back in jackson you're all shy with everyone, they don't know you're his personal little sex toy.

he made you stand up for him to unzip his jeans and then, he made you lean over the coach, while you positioned yourself on your hands and knees, you knew the drill, you knew what he liked. what he liked to see.

by god he loved the view.

all you felt then, was his dick trailing your slit, you were wet, and he can tell you got a while like that. you love being scolded, the tone of his voice, the way his eyes gets dark, the way you know it's because he wants to protect you. yeah, it got you wet.

he slammed his cock in you, you let out a gasp and gripped to the backrest of the couch. he dug his fingers on your hips when he thrusted. you were warm, too warm and soft inside, always making him feel like he's about to come as soon as he gets in, like a goddamn teenager.

"you take this cock so good," he muttered.

you were biting your lip to not moan, cause you had to be careful, right? he said it. you must be careful from now on.

"lemme hear you, baby," he grunted, fingers going white from his grip on you.

your grip on the couch loosened. "b-but you said we must be quiet and careful—"

he almost chuckled, you're adorable. "i don't want you quiet when i'm fucking you"

and his approval was all you need to let those breathy little moans bubble up from your mouth. he went harder, couldn’t stop once he saw how your skin jiggled with every thrust. he loved that.

he was leaving his fingerprints on your skin. one of his hands slipped between your thighs, making its way to your clit. you held your breath. he could feel it, swollen, probably aching and needy. he drew circles around it.

“poor baby,” he cooed, your legs trembled cause it was too much, he was too thick, and his fingers stroking your most sensitive spot, you went weak. “you like causing trouble?”

he pressed his fingers on your clit, feeling how it throbs. “no—“

he slapped it. “be fucking honest.”

you squirmed, it felt too good. “i do.” you admitted in a moan. “i like causing trouble.”

he rubbed the little button harder. “i know," of course he does, weird thing you always do the same to end up with his cock buried deep inside you. you love being trouble so he can fuck you right after. "stubborn as hell."

you curl your toes, his fingers worked so good, he sent you to a bliss, your walls choking him. he wasn't being gentle. he loved seeing you falling apart, seeing your legs get weak.

"joel, please—" you cried out.

"this mine, yeah?" you. you're his. "you ain't goin' on patrols with anyone but me, understood?"

you whimpered. "ah—yes."

he let out a chuckle, delighted to see you like this. he knows you're his, but he likes to remind you.

"i'm gonna get you all round so everyone in town knows you're mine too." his hand drifted to your belly. "right here."

he moved his hand a little lower just enough to feel himself, stretching you out. "attagirl," he cooed. "come f'me."

you fell apart beneath him, your body squirming, trembling legs, spasming walls that milked him out, but he didn't stop thrusting, not until he was sure you were filled up.

the cabin was a bunch of whimpering from both of you.

until…

the door swung open. you’ve been caught.

by tommy.

he had been looking for you since you didn’t show up to the meeting point they have in case something happened—so he came looking for you, thinking the worst, it’s been a while and he’s exhausted, sweating. he should be upset because you made him worry and waste his time when all you were doing was fucking.

but more than upset he was… aroused. the quiet girl he knew back in town wasn’t being that quiet and shy right now. the quiet girl loved having a cock buried inside her.

he had to adjust his jeans before coming further. “what the fuck is this?” he asked.

your face went pale and you tried to cover yourself but it was pointless—joel didn’t let you. he knew his brother well enough.

“‘s this what you’ve been doing? you have an idea how many time i’ve been looking for you? you—“

“cut the shit tommy,” joel growled.

“so this is the quiet girl from jackson, huh?” he leaned, fingers on your jaw, making you look at him. your lip was trembling.

joel pulled out with a loud pop sound, his cum dripping from your cunt, your thighs all sticky with the mess you made.

"you're gonna explain?" tommy asked to his brother, but not letting go his grip on your jaw, you were curling your toes, being in the middle of the miller brothers always got you nervous. "is she your

"she's mine," joel said firmly. "but i'm sure she wants you to fill her up, don't you sweetheart?"

you nodded, holding eye contact with tommy, then your eyes drifted to the bulge on his pants.

"she can be our secret."

[lolitalovess]

loser vi headcannons because i can't get enough of her ♡

｡･ﾟ･♡･ﾟ･｡ loser vi who constantly needs to be in your space. has to lay her head on your stomach and write notes when you're studying together. has you slumped on her chest when she's playing a game on her ps4 (the sims, introducing you to her lesbian cat couple) or telling you to stop laughing at her when she gets stuck on a hard part in tlou.

loser vi who's so pussy drunk it's almost unbelievable. she's constantly asking to eat you out and giving you her puppy eyes, unzipping your jeans or pulling up your mini skirt with side of her face resting against your plush thigh. she can never chose between sucking and licking at your clit or fucking you with her tongue, acting like every time she eats pussy will be her last.

loser vi who has a kink for hair pulling (WHAT who said that...)

loser vi who gets a sore throat from moaning so much when you tug at her cherry pink hair, her hands holding onto the creaking headboard of her bed for support whilst you're fucking her from behind. she always complains about it after, making you baby her when she's sucking on one of those black current difflam lollies.

loser vi who's always washing and using those jewellery cleaning cloths on her rings after she's been around you because half the time she doesn't bother taking her rings off when she fingers you. partly because she can't be fucked, partly because you need her too bad, and party because the cold metal of them feels so good. you just have to try the same with her and watch how her face scrunches up when she feels the promise ring she got you in her pussy!!

loser vi who writes down every single time you two are gonna hang out, go on a date, meet, whatever on her calender with little hearts around your name, esp your birthday!! she is such a lover girl.

loser vi who squirts so easily. you'd be having a quickie in the bathroom of her dads bar after you told your friends the two of you were gonna have a cigarette and freshen up. miss girl is STRUGGLING to not moan or whine too loudly when her jeans and boxers are pulled down enough for you to press your nose to her clit when you're lapping at her pussy, laughing at her when she does squirt after you've cleaned her up.

loser vi who feels like she can cry every time she sees you and powder getting along. the two of you are so so important to her and she's so grateful that you two share so many interests together.

loser vi who's world revolves around your boobs. grabs them and puts her head under your shirt to kiss at them and bury her face in between them when you're laying together. constantly shifting her gaze between your face and chest when you wear a shirt that makes them look nice. she asks you to flash her again when you're changing. can and will be grabbing them during sex, doesn't matter the position. first time she saw them it was like she's never seen a pair. she loves your boobies and has attempted to fit one in her whole mouth before.

loser vi who is a slut cockwarming. doesn't matter who's on the receiving end. she likes sitting and straddling your lap anyway, it's so much more fun when she's got your strap inside you!! will whine when you tell her she's being a good girl, asking you to put aside whatever you're doing so she can kiss you and try to get away with rocking her hips.

[qqueenofhades]

Gotta say, it's heartening to see just how terrible a time these GOP chucklefucks are having. This administration and its cronies are even MORE disastrously incompetent than last time, and that's saying something. Yeah, the next several years are still gonna suck, but at least we can laugh at these shit-for-brains assholes continuing to run head-first into the brick wall of their own incompetence. And perhaps even prevent the worst outcomes.

Honestly, the biggest fear for everyone was that giving the fascists four more years to plan and actually write down all of Project 2025 would mean that they were focused, competent, stone cold driven, ready to actually work to change things for real, and otherwise buckle down and be -- well, if not something approaching competent, at least effective. Or the fear that the American public, being fickle and underinformed at the best of times, would just sit back and let them do it. Because, yknow. Half this godforsaken country did just somehow shrug and vote for the orange monster again, so.

But that said, as I pointed out earlier today, it IS fucking heartening to see that they're the same mean, stupid, chaotic shitbags as ever, they really decided to go for the shock-and-awe LOL WATCH US BLOW EVERYTHING UP!!! approach that has gotten them nothing except turbo-sued and enraged the entire country, they basically united the entire world against Russia and for Ukraine in literally ten minutes yesterday (hope you enjoyed that little clown show, Vladimir!) and furthermore, nobody is afraid of them, which is death to fascists. I often point out that fascists desperately want people to be afraid of them and think they're cool, competent, unstoppable, and suave. They also especially, incredibly, desperately hate being laughed at and mocked. They can't stand it.

As such, the fact that they're just the same as ever except worse, and are not magically more competent (in fact, much worse) and are their own worst enemies, does in fact bode well for our ultimate ability to get through this. They will break shit, they will needlessly alienate friends and allies, they will torment every vulnerable group they can just to be dicks, and all of this was just so avoidable... but. Nobody likes them for it, even the people who deluded themselves into voting for them. They're scared little chickenshits who are having a bad bad time that will only get worse, especially if they actually try to cut Social Security and Medicaid, which is basically the death knell of stupid things to do in American politics. Because they just can't help themselves, but this is really, REALLY not going to work out well for them. It just won't.

As such, when they're already running from the heat ONE MONTH into the Glorious Eternal Rule of King Donald, like the little pissbabies they are, it tells me that there is literally no way they're gonna manage four years of this. They just aren't (and Deo volente Trump will finally have an aneurysm and die facedown in a Big Mac before 2028). To say the least, the 2026 midterms are gonna be interesting, especially if the GOP keeps digging their own grave, and yes.

As I keep saying: things are bad. They will get worse. But these miserable jabronies are just as pathetic and beatable as they have ever been, they did not suddenly get magically competent at being pointlessly evil, the country is showing out with a spirited will to make them suffer immensely for every braindead numbnuts piece of Nazi performative cruelty they attempt and often fail, and in these dark times, every day that we can fight back matters a lot. It’s working and we have gotta keep doing it. Idk about you, but I feel energized by seeing it. So yeah, say it with me:

STAY! STRONG! AND! KEEP! THEM! SCARED!

The end.

[00valentina-writes00]

period sex with abby? 😛😛😛 something cute and fun

♡♥︎ RED-HOT ♥︎♡

Warnings: fingering, scissoring, period sex, soft!dom Abby, praise, messy sex, reader is a little shy about it but Abby is down bad.

Abby knew something was up the second she walked into your shared apartment.

You were curled up in bed, buried under blankets, your face scrunched in mild discomfort as you stared at your phone, clearly trying to distract yourself.

She recognized that look instantly.

And she smirked.

“Ah,” she hummed, setting her bag down as she walked over to you. “That time of the month, huh?”

You huffed, peeking at her from under the blankets. “Unfortunately.”

Abby chuckled, sitting on the edge of the bed. “How bad is it?”

You shrugged. “Cramps are kinda shitty, but I’m fine.”

Abby tilted her head, observing you, the way you chewed your lip, like you wanted to say something else but were holding back.

Her smirk grew.

“What?” she teased, nudging your leg. “Tell me.”

You hesitated, fingers tightening around your phone, and Abby’s gaze darkened as she watched your thighs subtly press together.

Oh.

Oh, you wanted her.

On your period.

And you were shy about it.

“Baby,” Abby murmured, crawling over you, pulling the blanket down just enough to see your face. “You wanna fuck, yeah?”

Your face burned.

“I—”

She chuckled, pressing a slow, teasing kiss to your lips.

“C’mon,” she murmured, voice dripping with amusement. “You know I don’t care about a little mess.”

You swallowed hard, your whole body tensing, because—fuck, that was the only thing holding you back.

Abby was a menace when it came to this.

She loved period sex.

And she wasn’t afraid to tell you that.

“You’re gonna make me say it?” you mumbled, embarrassed, and Abby grinned, her fingers dragging down your stomach, stopping just above the waistband of your tiny sleep shorts.

“Oh, I’m definitely gonna make you say it,” she murmured, her fingers dipping lower, teasing the hem. “Use your words, baby.”

You whined, and Abby’s smirk deepened.

She was so fucking patient, waiting for you to admit it, watching you squirm, letting the tension build between you.

You finally broke, exhaling shakily, your voice barely above a whisper.

“I want you.”

Abby’s eyes darkened.

“That’s my girl.”

It didn’t take long for her to strip you down, to get you laid out beneath her, legs spread, your body already soaked from arousal, from the way she spoke to you, from how insatiable she looked.

“Fuck, baby,” Abby breathed, dragging her fingers through your red tinted slick folds, gathering the mess, spreading it over your clit, making you whimper.

She groaned at the sound.

“Look at you,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. “So fucking wet for me.”

Your breath hitched as she teased you, her fingers brushing your aching entrance but never fully giving you what you needed.

You whined, hips twitching, and Abby smirked.

“Aw, what’s wrong?” she cooed, her voice dripping with mock sympathy.

You glared at her. “You’re being a dick.”

Abby chuckled. “Oh, baby, you haven’t even seen me be a dick yet.”

And with that, she slid two fingers inside you, slow, deep, making your entire body arch as you moaned, your hands clawing at the sheets.

“God, you’re so tight,” she groaned, curling her fingers, finding that spot almost instantly.

Your vision blurred, pleasure coursing through you as she pumped her fingers, dragging against that spot over and over, the wet, obscene sounds of your cunt filling the room.

Abby was gone, mesmerized by the way you clenched around her, her other hand gripping your thigh, keeping you open for her.

“You feel so fucking good, baby,” she praised, her lips brushing against your stomach. “You like this, yeah? Letting me fuck you while you’re like this?”

You nodded, moaning louder, your hips grinding down, meeting her thrusts.

Abby growled, watching you, completely obsessed with the way you fell apart beneath her.

“Yeah, that’s my girl,” she murmured, leaning up, capturing your lips, swallowing your moans as she fucked you open, stretching you out, her fingers now thrusting faster, harder—

You gasped, shaking, toes curling, the pleasure overwhelming, and Abby felt it, felt how close you were, how your walls fluttered around her fingers, how your body tensed in preparation for your release.

“Cum for me, baby,” she whispered, her voice commanding, her lips brushing against yours as she curled her fingers one last time—

And you broke.

Your orgasm ripped through you, your back arching off the bed, a loud, desperate moan spilling from your lips as you clenched around her fingers, your entire body shuddering.

Abby groaned, watching you ride it out, her fingers still moving, drawing it out, making you whimper from the overstimulation.

She finally pulled out, her fingers glistening red, and she didn’t hesitate to bring them to her lips, sucking them clean, moaning at the taste.

Your face burned.

“God, you’re so hot,” Abby muttered, shaking her head in awe.

Then, her eyes darkened, and before you could even catch your breath, she was on you again, hooking your leg over her hip, her body pressing against yours—

You gasped when you felt it—her soaked, aching pussy grinding against yours, your slicks mixing together, your still-sensitive clit rubbing against hers, sending shockwaves through your entire body.

“Abby—fuck,” you whimpered, clutching onto her, your nails digging into her back.

She groaned, her hands gripping your hips, holding you in place as she ground down, her pace slow, deep, letting you feel every inch of her against you.

“God, you’re so fucking perfect,” she breathed, her forehead pressed against yours, watching your every reaction, memorizing the way you looked beneath her.

You moaned, your body moving with hers, grinding back, your legs trembling from the pleasure.

Abby growled, her grip tightening.

“That’s it, baby,” she praised, her voice rough. “Take it. Let me feel you.”

The pleasure was overwhelming, the friction delicious, your bodies moving together, her slick cunt dragging against yours, her clit catching yours perfectly, sending sparks through your veins.

You whimpered, burying your face in her neck, and Abby groaned, her hips stuttering for a second.

“You gonna come again?” she murmured, her voice raspy, wrecked. “Gonna come on my pussy, baby?”

You nodded frantically, thighs clenching, your body tensing as the pleasure mounted again, fast, overwhelming, too much—

And then Abby reached down, pressed her thumb against your clit, and that was it—

You cried out, coming hard, body convulsing, your nails scratching down her back as you shattered beneath her, your orgasm crashing over you like a fucking tidal wave.

Abby moaned loudly, feeling you tremble, feeling your release mix with hers, and then she was coming too, gasping as her body tensed, her arms wrapping around you, holding you tight as she shook.

For a moment, neither of you moved, your bodies tangled together, your breathing heavy, your hearts racing in sync.

Then, Abby chuckled breathlessly, pressing a kiss to your damp forehead.

“Yeah,” she murmured, grinning. “We’re doing that again.”

[codnasties]

p!link collection 5 👻🚬🧢🧼🪦🗡🐺 (🌽 links)

includes: ghost, price, gaz, soap, graves, konig & makarov

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ghost 👻

the fucker ghost is, having fun with new rectruits, especially the ones that dare flirt with him

new pretty admin staff? it isn't gonna take long for ghost to have you half naked on your desk as he fucks you

seeing you do such a good job deep throating him as a surprise almost makes ghost cum instantly

being fucked by ghost big cock feels like being impaled, and theres is only so much your cunt can take

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price 🚬

a handful of words coming from price is all it takes to turn you putty, even more so when he's talking you through it

if price is going to be stuck in a safehouse with you, might as well live out some of his exhibitionist fantasies

price makes sure to use his strong arms to keep you still as he explores your sweet cunt with his tongue

all the knots price learnt in the military pay off when he gets to tie you up nicely

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gaz 🧢

do not let this menace have acces to your tits, because he can't not get his hands on them, espacially your nips

gaz is one of those people that just won't shut up during sex, dirty words always leaving his mouth

gaz fucking the milf he has as a neighbour when he has the chance to, making sure to fill you up nicely

just gaz getting lost in the pussy while eating you out

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soap 🧼

soap will holeheartedly beg on his knees for you to sit on his face, like please give him a chance to eat you out

it's soap's mission to make a fucking mess, making you squirt and his cum leaking out of your cunt

a glance of skimpy lace lingerie and soap is furning into a feral hungry animal in need of some pussy

soap has a thing for feet, not just the feeling of your feet, but give him a sock and that's enough for him

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graves 🪦

graves loves himself some tits, particularly when you are riding him and he can take them in his mouth

graves is one hell of a strong man, an he for sure uses his strength to manhandle you as he fucks

graves doesn't own a leash, be he for sure has a belt that he loves to wrap around your neck

graves has learnt how to deal with the inconveninet boners he gets sometimes, even when he's driving

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konig 🗡

do not push your ass against konigs hard cock even when still in underwear, he will make a mess out of his boxers

my biggest konig hc: he as hyperspermia, cock always leaking and making massive messes with his cum

my pathetic little baby konig, just the feeling of his sweats against his hard cock is enough to make him cum

plumber!konig won't take payment. well, at least not in cash, but maybe some pussy sound good

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makarov 🐺

makarov pulls your thong while he spanks you, making your clit catch in the soaking wet fabric

[aialsposts]

Absolutely LOVING the use of Mabel’s slang and Ford’s slight hesitation but willingness to adapt because like. Those kids talked like old timers in the show (likely just from being around one for a while)

so you KNOW they came back when in high school with Dipper saying stuff like “I’m about to absolutely crash out on Robbie this time. MABELLL?? WHERE’S YOUR GRAPPLING HOOK-“

And Mabel saying stuff like

“Slay the house down mama!!” And “you better WALK that DUCK” and even Dipper is like,,

“So from what I gather this is… a way of her saying essentially you’re doing really well and your outfit is so good it could…kill her??? I think??”

And it’s also a lot of Ford finally caving and begging for a presentation from Dipper about their generation’s Slang. Mabel has to be Dipper’s project partner; while he initially didn’t want to drag her into this, unfortunately he hit a wall in his research where he fully couldn’t see the connection, and Mabel was completely overexcited to oblige.

First half of the presentation:

Very well put together slides, including graphics here and there introducing a timeline for when said slang started taking off, Dipper’s theories as to *why* certain slang rose more popularly/had longer “staying power”, and even some older slang from Ford’s generation that roughly translates to something modern. “I’m gonna crash out on ___” roughly equals “you’re cruising for a bruising, pal”

While the other half was essentially:

*disorganized bright colors and really hard to read print over graphics that don’t really technically go with what’s being talked about?? From what Ford can gather??*

The first presentation is an absolute disaster, but after finally setting aside their differences to create a better, much more comprehensive presentation, it ends up with Dipper learning a lot more lingo, too (for better or worse, you decide lmao), and having Mabel do more of the sort of explaining to Dipper (he did the graphics and visuals this time, it hurt his SOUL to see his sister’s side of the presentation BDJSVDJ) and Mabel helped Dipper grapple with the connotations of lingo a little more. For some reason the worse it sounds it seems to mean?? Something better?? It confuses him just as much as it does Ford, and Ford really starts to see ‘tism signs in Dipper as he slowly realizes how much Dipper is just like him growing up (like. Dude’s REALLY trying to understand “slay” “yass” “queen” and he gets that down and Mabel’s like “alright, beginner level over, now, what does, “slay the house down boots mama!” Mean?”

Even adding her extravagant gestures to the slang, which, to his credit, surprised Dipper because normally body language helps but like. Mabel body language and “what the culture’s feeling” aren’t exactly the same thing. He couldn’t, for the LIFE of him, figure out whether or not the gestures were actually included— as in, used by anyone other than just Mabel— and he was in fact wrong because it turns out the gestures ARE important, but there’s also varying LEVELS of importance.

Like the more emphasis (more ‘cartoony’/fluid/exaggerated the movement, the more the person REALLY fucking means it, no matter how little or how much emphasis they put into their voice (kinda going against his autism’s way of learning because like. Tones are?? So important I thought??? Why does this not apply here??)

Genuinely once they’ve presented all the information, and Ford gets a better idea of it, they’re all ready to just end this information exchange,,, until Stan walks in and overhears Dipper say to Mabel, “I think we slayed this presentation”

To which the twins simultaneously face palm as they realize they have to do the presentation again,

and Ford gets The BIGGEST grin, because, you see, Ford’s ability to process information is largely dependent on setting, generally, the mystery shack is… not a place he’s overjoyed about being at, but with others around it can sort of quell that sick feeling he gets and such.

So while he *mostly* understood the presentation, he didn’t want to have the twins repeat themselves (especially after learning what “unc status” means) so when his brother, Stanley, has to endure the same chaos but WITHOUT the prior understanding Ford’s now working with, all he can do is pull the twins aside and whisper, “how about we add something to your presentation, I think it might help Stanley understand this one term better-“

After a few slides where Stanley hardly seems to be paying any attention, Mabel clears her throat, Dipper stifling his laughter as Mabel announces loud and clear that a “new term” “just dropped”. She points the clicker super professionally, and as the slides turn, it’s the most abhorrent neon slide to ever disgrace the earth. Glitter. Fairies. Graphics that actually DO work this time though, she made sure to give more accurate visuals.

Introducing: GRUNK STATUS!

“It’s like Unc status but even more archaic!” Mabel enthusiastically declares.

Dipper is giggling so hard he’s having a full out asthma attack on the floor, and Ford finally can’t contain his laughter either. Mabel starts to laugh along and Stanley looks absolutely miserable for a moment.

“Aw, c’mon they’re just kids,” Ford laughs.

“You put them up to this. I don’t know how to prove it but I KNOW you did this. That stupid fucking Pun has YOUR NAME written ALL OVER IT-“

*cough/mumbles something about it being Stanley’s name, legally, last he checked which IMMEDIATELY Started a fight, until Mabel slams her fist down.*

“Ahem. Gentlemen. The presentation isn’t OVER. Sheesh, talk about Crashing out,” Mabel says, SO calmly that both grunkles sink back in their seats a bit like kids in trouble for causing a ruckus at school. (Mabel and Dipper do a lil thumbs up bc hey, that was a great way to give an example of a Term, Mabel! Good job!)

“Ohh… I get it, Crashing Out means you’re cruising for a bruising!” Stanley declares (sort of under his breath). To which Ford replies, voice equally lowered, “wasn’t that a few slides back? They already said that,” as if he hadn’t had the EXACT same epiphany earlier on, and was merely able to contain it before sounding “even more unc” (he tries, but the grammar with the slang is slightly off sometimes).

This essentially causes another argument.

This third run of their presentation took them 2 hours to get through due to Stanley and Stanford’s arguing.

Their first two runs with only Ford took maybe 45 minutes max (not including their needing to fix said presentation).

The twins put up with Stan and Ford’s fighting because they realized it’s probably essentially exactly how they looked when they were bumping into each other the first time they were trying to create this presentation.

Some things never change.

Sibling Rivalry? Absolutely timeless.

I was thinking about how he did not have to include this photo of himself in TBOB and how it really looks like it had to be taken by someone else.

[violetkittyy]

★ 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐋𝐄𝐄𝐏

vi × fem!reader

cw: sub!needy!vi, somnophilia, noncon, ride on the thigh, nipple play, too short!!

author's notes: I just want to make clear that the reader had already allowed vi to use her while she was sleeping (warning because I don't want it to seem too weird (っ- ‸ - ς) )

SHE COULDN'T HELP herself, oh, she clearly couldn't when you looked so beautiful like that: sleeping, so soundly and helplessly, oblivious to what she was about to do now.

She slowly took the blanket off of you, taking care not to disturb your sleep. She turns you over onto your back and takes a few minutes to admire your serene, carefree expression. She then straddles your thigh, beginning to rub herself gently while still looking at your face, heavy breaths and light moans coming out of her mouth as she rubs herself against your thigh.

"You're so beautiful, babe" she compliments softly, still looking at you as she rubs herself. her hand goes up and under the tank top she was wearing, starting to tease her sensitive pierced nipples.

As the excitement increased, so did her movements, making her go faster and consequently moan louder. Vi takes off the underwear she was wearing, leaving her pussy exposed for more direct contact with your skin. Soon she would be rubbing herself against you hard and fast, moaning your name softly as she teased her nipple.

"O-oh! Fuck! I'm gonna-" she says and speeds up her movements. She looks at you and looks down at your breasts, putting her hand under your blouse and starting to tease your nipples that hardened easily in her hand, eliciting moans and light spasms of you. That sight and action was enough to make her cum, softly moaning your name as her body convulsed with the strong orgasm.

Vi slowly opens her eyes and looks at you, seeing how you were still sleeping peacefully even after all of this. She decides to get up to clean up the mess, but her attention is caught by the sight of a thread of her fluids connecting your thigh to her pussy, a sight that made her smile and laugh, breathless.

[rafes-slut]

Horny rafe gives you call wanting to see your pussy

Pairing: Horny!Rafe Cameron x reader

Warnings: Smutty talk, sexting, Rafe being a typical needy menace, explicit language, a bit of possessiveness, mentions of alcohol and drug use, suggestive content.

Summary: he is out of town missing you when he gives you call begging you to flash him. And you cant help but to tease him about it

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You were stretched out on a towel, the sun warming your skin as the waves rolled in the background. Your friends were nearby, laughing and talking, but your focus was on the phone screen as it vibrated in your hand.

Rafe.

You smirked as you answered, bringing the phone to your ear. “Hey—”

"Show me your pussy."

A laugh burst from your lips. No greeting, no ‘I miss you’ first—just straight to the point. That was Rafe.

Before you could even react, he groaned. "No, don’t—fuck, I’m sorry… I’m drunk. Or high."

You could tell. His voice was slower, a little slurred, but still the same deep, commanding tone that always sent a shiver down your spine.

Another pause, another contradiction. "I felt bad…" A few beats of silence. "No, I don’t. Fuck."

He was spiraling, and you were completely entertained. "Rafe," you chuckled.

"Show me," he tried again, voice rough with impatience.

You laughed, shaking your head as you leaned back on your elbows. "I’m at the beach, Rafe."

"So?"

"So," you emphasized, "there are people around. And I’m not exactly gonna flash everyone just because my needy boyfriend is—"

"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he cut in, exhaling harshly. "You got old ones. Look at those." You tell him.

The demand made him roll his eyes. "Send them to me" He said impatiant. But the idea of teasing him was far too tempting. "Hmm," you hummed playfully, pretending to consider it. "Maybe I deleted them."

"You didn’t."

You bit your lip, grinning. "What if I did?"

A scoff. "Then I’d fly home right now just to take new ones."

Your stomach did a little flip. It was one thing when Rafe was just horny and demanding, but when he said things like that—things that told you just how much he actually wanted to be here, with you—it made you miss him even more.

"How much longer are you gone?" you asked, softening.

He sighed, and you heard the rustle of fabric like he was shifting on a bed or couch. "Day after tomorrow," he muttered. "Too fucking long."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah," he grumbled. "Miss you."

You smiled. "Miss you too."

"Not just your pussy," he added after a beat. "Like… you."

It was rare for Rafe to get all sentimental, but when he did, it always made your heart clench. He wasn’t good at saying it outright, but this was his way of telling you he loved you.

"Well, I’ll be here when you get back," you assured him.

He huffed. "Not soon enough."

You could hear how tired he was, the way his words dragged slightly now—not just from the alcohol or whatever he’d taken, but exhaustion.

"You should sleep," you murmured.

"Mm. You should send me something to dream about."

You laughed, shaking your head. "Goodnight, Rafe."

A groan. "Ugh. Fine. But I’m calling you first thing when I wake up."

"Wouldn’t expect anything else."

You heard him mumble something else, then the line went quiet. Shaking your head with a smirk, you put your phone down.

[tf2heritageposts]

sooooooooo we move out of our current two bed two bath(initally had my absolutely horrific ex living with us until we kicked her out) in early may and we’re looking into a cheaper 1bed1bath that’s gonna make sure we can pay for all of our expenses with just our gi bill instead of needing to beg on here every month because we live alone in an apartment meant for multiple people…but in the mean time we gotta deal with march and april’s rent

as well, we got to pay off our credit cards we maxed out in december during a very tight financial spot so we can get our credit score up when we do apartment applying (around 300 dollars) and also the hospital bill for when we got involuntarily and forcibly admitted into a psych ward in december

i’m mainly focusing on the rent and hospital bill at the moment (around 350) but any additional money will go into paying off my cards and towards food as well as any deposits on the new apartment when i start applying for spots after i get done researching

if you want something to go along with helping us out, we do pretty cheap commissions on our ko-fi

to fully put it into perspective, we’re a heavily disabled trans system who lives purely off the GI bill we get from being in college to pay for our day to day, and like i said once we move out we can move into a place that’s not fucking 1.8k a month and move somewhere under 1k a month

we got 14 days to take care of rent in the meantime

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[dreamauri]

♪ — 𝗜𝗙 𝗜 𝗖𝗢𝗨𝗟𝗗 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗢𝗨𝗧 𝗢𝗙 𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗦 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘 max verstappen x  fem! lawyer! reader (angst) fic summary . . . when max meets with a lawyer to try and fight back against the FIA for getting community service fines, he discovers he might have accidentally swapped dreams with someone (704 words)

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The restaurant was dimly lit, the kind of place that was meant to look expensive without actually trying too hard. Max shifted in his seat, fingers drumming against the table as he watched you skim through the document in front of you, your brows slightly furrowed.

This was awkward.

He wasn’t sure what was worse—the fact that he had been fined for swearing in a press conference again or the fact that the FIA had thrown in community service hours like he was some reckless teenager caught speeding in a school zone.

Lando had laughed when he found out. "You’re gonna need a lawyer if you wanna fight back, mate," he had grinned, not even trying to hide his amusement. "I know someone. She’s brilliant. I’ll send you her number."

And now here you were, sitting across from him in a restaurant in Monaco, having driven over from Nice to help him deal with his punishment.

"So," you finally said, flipping the page. "Two hundred thousand euros and twenty-five hours of FIA-approved community service before December 31st."

Max exhaled through his nose. "I only said one bad word."

You looked up, amusement flickering across your face. "As soon as I went into qualifying I knew the car was fucked . . .  Max, you swore at your own car."

"Because it was fucked." He reasoned, shrugging at the topic like it was the most obvious and normal thing.

You chuckled, shaking your head before jotting something down in your notes. Max watched, taking a sip of his gin toic, not quite sure what to say next. He wasn’t used to lawyers. He wasn’t used to needing lawyers.

"You know," he starts, voice low, almost swallowed by the hum of the piano in the background. "If my dad hadn't pushed me to stay in karting, I think I would've been a lawyer."

You huff a laugh, one that tastes like irony. "Yeah? If my parents hadn’t forced me to finish school and go into law, I think I would've been a driver."

Max blinked.

Your sour words made him look up from his glass. His blue eyes—fierce in every race replay you've ever forced yourself not to watch—are softer here, dimmed under the low lights of a restaurant that neither of you belong in. "Seriously?"

You nod, taking a sip. "Yeah. I wanted it. The speed, the competition, the whole thing. Wanted to move up into single-seaters, F1 eventually, you know? The dream. But my family . . .” You exhale. "They thought racing was a hobby. Law was the real future."

“I’m in Formula One,” Max stated, looking at you with his head tilted. He felt it was as if he stole your dream.

“I can see that, Max,” you chuckled, lifting the file the FiA had given him as proof.

Max leans back, shaking his head with a smirk that's more tired than amused. "Funny. My dad thought law was stupid. Racing was the real future."

The piano plays on, and neither of you say anything for a moment. It’s not awkward. Just . . . heavy. Like you're both listening to ghosts of the past, telling you how things should have been.

"You still watch?" he asks eventually, his voice careful.

You shrug. "Not really." A lie. You watched enough to know his career, his wins, the way he makes magic out of machinery. "You still read about law?"

His lips press together, considering. "Sometimes." A lie. You bet he still thinks about it when he reads contracts, when he argues with his team, when he wonders if he could've been just as ruthless in a courtroom as he is on a track.

"Do you ever think about it?" you ask. "If you'd had the choice?"

Max smiles then, but it doesn't reach his eyes. "All the time."

The music plays on. The waiter refills your glass. Outside, the world moves forward, fast as ever, like it never had to choose between two lives. But here, in this quiet little nowhere, you and Max sit with your what-ifs, sharing a quiet conversation about what to do moving forward and how to get rid of the fine and community service fine, the ghosts of who you could've been watch over your shoulders.

[luvyeni]

sungchan doesn’t find it funny how funny you think it is that anton has a crush on you …

𝓲𝓲 ㅤ𓈒ㅤ𓈒𓈒 ( 이제노 x fem!reader )   ─── ❛ genre ⸝⸝ smut. content warning. unprotected sex, language word count. 0.4k 「 req? ⦂ yes/no 」 library  !

at first he thought he was being paranoid; crazy even. but then came the long stares at you when he thought he wasn't looking, the constant wanting to be around you.

“he fucking likes you.” sungchan said ; closing the door of his bedroom. “sungchan you’re being ridiculous, he's your brother.” you laughed , that was pissing him off , your lack of care for the situation. “that makes it worse , my brother wants to fuck my girlfriend.” he said with a scoff. “and my girlfriend thinks it’s so fucking halarious.”

you rolled your eyes. “because you’re acting as if i’ll go into his room and ride him, sungchan it’s a school boy crush , not that deep.” you plopped down on his bed. “expect he’s not a fucking middle schooler , he’s a legal adult.” he said. “my god sungchan do you want me to go fuck your brother is that what you want?” you meant this as a joke — maybe not the best joke to tell you at that moment. “are you fucking serious?”

“sungchan— shut up.” your eyes widened at his sudden voice change. “you think this shit is funny?” he said. “you like knowing he likes you , does that shit turn you on or something?” you shake your head. “of course it doesn’t chan , i only love you.” you said. “prove it.” he said. “huh?” you questioned. “we can’t do that , yo-you’re brother is still here.” he smirked. “good , lay back.”

“fu-fuck sungchan.” you moaned , biting your lips to keep from making any loud noises as your boyfriend hovered above you; his cock reaching deep inside you as he fucked you. “don’t fu-fuck don’t do that.” he growled , grabbing your cheeks. “don’t fucking hide your moans.” he said. “let him hear you.” he said , fucking deeper inside you if that was possible. “let him fucking hear.”

he hit the spot inside you; a moan ripped from your throat with warning. “sungchan!” he sped up , gripping your waist. “that’s it be fucking loud.” he grunted , the headboard knocking against the wall. “ch-channie th-the wa-wall.” he scoffed. “i don’t give a fuck about the headboard , don’t focus on that , focus on taking my cock.”

covering your moans were now on the back burner; your mind was focusing on cumming and sungchan ; the only one who could get you there. “no one can fuck you like this.” he moaned. “only i can make you dumb like this.” he rubbed you clit. “c-cum.”

“you gonna cum?” he hummed. “ye-yes , channie gonna cum.” you whined , stomach tightening. “cum for me , be loud for me.” he gave your cunt a few light slaps , sending you over the edge. “sungchan!” you screamed , as you came hard around him. “oh fuck.” he hissed. “fuck im gonna cum.” he thrusted a few times. “shit.” he hissed as he came inside you pulling out , watching it leak out. “you have a problem.” you huffed. “he probably heard us.” your boyfriend smirked , kissing your forehead.

“good now he knows your mine.”

©️LUVYENI

[thebastardscull]

May I request some NSFW Sevika headcannons? I love your writing btw! 💚

Of course! This is my first time writing NSFW stuff though, so please be kind 💕

18+ only, minors do not interact

In cannon? She knows what she’s doing! She knows how sexy she is. You’ve seen that smirk and the way she carries herself. I firmly believe she was very popular with the girls at Babette’s because she knows how to lay it down. Definitely vers/switchy but usually only when she’s in a relationship with someone or very very comfortable around them. There was a girl named Selina at the brothel she would bottom for, but she moved away from Zaun and she hadn’t bottomed for anyone else until you.

She’s so sweet in bed. But that’s really hard for you to remember when your knees are pressed to your chest, she’s pushing the back of your thighs down with one hand while the other drives her fingers into your cunt with a blinding force. Each push and pull making a sloppy ‘shlick shlick shlick’ sound that’s barely audible over your gasps and cries.

God, she’s so fucking sweet. And she runs her mouth when you’re under her, silver eyes locked on your messy, clenching hole. “So fuckin’ pretty, baby.” She’ll say. Or; “Love this pussy. I love you. I’m gonna keep you all to myself, pretty girl.” And her favorite, “Can’t wait to marry you. Can’t wait to make my wifey feel so fucking good. Yeah? You wanna be my wife? Yeah you fucking do.” (Refers to herself as husband but that’s another story.)

But when she bottoms? She’s pathetic. Whether you’re grinding your clit onto hers or bottoming out into her with the strap (one of the bigger ones, she’s a size queen), she’s a whining, wriggling mess. “Please please please! I -ah!- faster baby please!” She pants and bucks her hips and scrunches her pretty eyes together when you hit that perfect spot inside her. Baby girl loves getting her nipples bit/licked/pinched/sucked! They’re sooo sensitive, especially with her piercings. “Mmph- baby I think I’m gonna cum if you bite them again.”

She gets so. wet. Her inner thighs are coated with her cum, it makes a mess of the sheets under her. If you’re using the strap, 99.9% of the time it’ll be on your pelvis and on the front of your thighs. Don’t worry though, she’ll make sure she’s cleaned you up before she’s putting her mouth on your cunt.

Isn’t shy about sitting on your face. She’s built like a brick shit house, but she knows you love it. She grips your hair in her hand while she rides your face, shamelessly pulling you closer to her while she uses your mouth. Her muscular thighs clench around your head and she’ll suffocate you a little bit. But if you die, this is a good way to go out. “Your mouth feels so good, Janna, just like that baby.”

Whines when she cums. It’s a cute, high-pitched sound that makes her jaw drop open as she quivers and shakes. She cums hard. Grabbing you or the sheets or anything she can get her hands on. Your back is regularly marked with red lines that she places delicate kisses to once you’re done.

Loves giving you hickeys! She’s sloppy and feral with it. Open mouthed kisses, suckling and licking and the soft skin of your neck, shoulder, breasts, or thighs. She doesn’t mind if you cover them up, but if you’re wearing clothes that openly show them off? Don’t think for a second that she’s not pulling you into a dark alley or a bathroom somewhere to show you just how much she likes it.

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Author’s note:

So I’ve never written anything remotely smutty in my life but I really hope you guys like this one! My brain is running on 20% right now so forgive me if this is a little scattered 😭

As always, my asks are open and I’d love to hear your ideas! Kisses 💕

[anakinstwinklebunny]

PAIRING: sugar daddy!anakin x f!reader

FLUFF ❦

"Ani, please," you pouted, clutching your phone in both hands, before out stretching them to practically shove the screen in his face. There it was, a picture of the fluffiest, most ridiculous little guinea pig staring back at him with those little black eyes.

Anakin didn't even blink. "No."

"What do you mean, no?"

"I mean no, sweetheart," he muttered, gaze moving down to the file, hand already flipping a page in the obnoxiously thick contract he has been reviewing at the kitchen table since breakfast. He didn't even gave you a further glance.

But you’re known for being relentless. You won't back down so easily. So, you moved closer to him before sliding onto his lap with grace. Your arms looped around his neck, expression twisting into a pout like the manipulative little minx you were. "But look at her, Ani," you whispered, tilting the phone so he had no choice but to look. "She’s just a baby."

He barely spared a glance at it before his eyes flicked back to his paperwork. "She’s a rodent."

"She’s a soft, sweet, helpless little baby," you corrected dramatically. "Like me."

His lips twitched—but he refused to let that take over , let that make him smile. Refused to let you win.

"Baby, they stink," he said painly, adjusting the gold cufflink on his sleeve. "I’m not keeping a tiny, smelly furball in my penthouse."

"They don’t stink!" you argued, of course, trying to pout even harder. "And I’d clean up after her, I swear! You’d never even notice she’s here."

Anakin snorted. "Oh, really? Because every time I get you a plant, you forget to water it. I don’t think a living, breathing animal is a great idea."

"Wait, Ani! It's different! Plants are boring. A guinea pig is—"

"No."

You huffed. Fine. Time for plan B.

With a slow, sweet smile, you nuzzled against his neck, before pressing soft kisses to his pulse point.

"Baby," he sighed, but it was weaker now.

You only hummed innocently, dragging your lips up his jaw, then lower, pressing a slow, open-mouthed kiss to his throat.

"Not gonna work," he muttered, but the voice got already deeper.

"You sure?"

His breath hitches when your fingers trail down his chest, toying with the buttons of his silk dress shirt. "Y/N—"

"You’re so good to me, Ani," you whispered against his lips, rolling your hips just slightly against his lap.

And damn—

Anakin grabbed your waist, yanking you closer, groaning softly when your lips finally collided. It was slow, deep - just like everytime he kissed you, with passion, actual love and worship - his hand cradled your jaw, tilting your head just how he wants.

He surrendered so easily

You whimpered, pressing closer, letting him take full control. Letting his large, calloused hands roam up under your shirt, squeeze your waist, tease your ribs, go higher and higher, fingertips finally meeting the--

You pulled away.

He tried to chase your lips, but to no use. You shoved his hands away, leaving him breathing heavy, eyes hazy. "The hell was that?"

You grinned innocently. "So… about the guinea pig?"

Anakin blinked. Then groaned in annoyance, kind of betrayal (he should have known better), head tipping back against the chair, hands tightening on your waist.

"You’re fucking impossible."

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