#big socks😼

[michaelnotholden]

i find this picture so silly idk why

NO LITERALLY. I REMEMBER THE DAY I FOUJD THIS I LITERALLY LAUGHED ABOUT FOR THE NEXT WEEK AFTER THAT 😭😭😭

[luffyvace]

Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons

These are sfw and gender neutral

for Sanji’s big day! (I’m super late ik hush :3)

pt2 here my sillies :3 : Dating ~ Sanji Vinsmoke ~ headcanons pt2

Dating Sanji includes royal treatment. We all know this. It’s so obvious. 😭 It’s in the manga, it’s canon, we all write it in our headcanons. We know this.

Royal treatment meaning sit back and relax dear, Sanji’s got this. Sea beast? He beat it up and is now cooking a delicious and nutritious sea beast stew for you, would you like that with a smoothie? Lemonade? Water? Ok water. Sparkling? Distilled? Iced?

oh your lost? Don’t worry he’s got bread and he’ll leave breadcrumbs where you’ve walked so you don’t go in circles :)

your clothes are wet? Take his. 💋

there’s mud up ahead and you just bought a snazzy new fit? He’ll carry you 🏋️‍♂️

somebody bothering you loveliest? He’s already kicked them to Australia (extra hard if it was Zoro)

Dating Sanji includes good communication.

If you feel anything but a positive emotion Sanji is on the case. And the first victim he’s pointing fingers at is Zoro 😼

”MOSS HEAD BASTARD!! YOU MADE THEM UPSET DIDNT YOU?!”

it’s not a person darling? Well what happened? What can he do to help? Did you loose something? He’ll turn into a mad man causing chaos around town looking for it! Did it drop into the ocean? He swims as deep as he needs to in order to find it.

Honestly he even babies you about little stuff :P you stubbed your toe? Want him to massage it for you? That’s it! He’s breaking out the foot spa! Take off your socks and shoes!

he did something that really upset you?! Tell him what it is right away! He’ll make sure he never steps outta line ever again! He *kiss* never *kiss* meant *kiss* to *kiss* upset *kiss* you *kiss*~

Never feel hesitation to tell him if something’s wrong with you physically “Chopper! Come check them out right now!! They say somethings’ wrong!”

Nor mentally! You’ve been going through some tough times these last few months?! Sit down and tell him everything!! Let’s get to the root of this! Together! Is it someone else?? Did it happen from something??

Even if you aren’t feeling negative emotions right now always feel free to rant to him about what’s making you happy! he’d love to hear it truly! He loves your voice even more~ 🥰 *nose bleed*

Dating Sanji includes 5 star meals.

another thing we all know. And in every headcanon- but seriously what’s all your favorite meals, snacks and desserts? Even if Luffy himself says to make one thing he might make another just because he knows you like it. That guy eats anything anyway so he might as well just make what you like! 🧑‍🍳

Dating Sanji includes overly cheesy confessions despite the fact that your already and only dating.

”My dearest..I would love if you would go out with me and make this evening the loveliest of my days! I’d wholeheartedly accept and put my all into cooking for our first date….My love and affection with herb and spice…the flavor of our intense compatibility will melt on your tongue every bite you take! Guaranteed!”

”Sanji….we’ve been dating for xyz months/years now..”

”ahhh~ Even to the blossoms of this beautiful spring day know we’re simply destined to be..! Getting married tomorrow..it’s been my dream since we’ve first met! I can see it already, smell it even..! The enchanting scene of you walking down the isle, putting your hands in mine…kiss! The happiest day of my life has officially been sealed! Everyone’s clapping! Cheering! Whoop woo’s arise in the air of our love!~ The 6 layer cake I spent every ounce of my time baking since I met you, on the side of us—predicting our perfect wedding kiss! An exact model of the scene~ It brings a tear to my eye! I hope I don’t keep you up tonight, my darling love! Because I certainly won’t be able to sleep when I’m much too busy imagining the scene over and over again until our big day tomorrow, the same one I’ve been replaying in my head since I first laid eyes on you~ 😚”

”what on EARTH Sanji. We’re only dating! Wha- What do I even say to this?!”

”you could say yes! My lovely future spouse!~ 😍😍”

”To what! You haven’t even properly proposed to me yet?! Let alone made it official⁉️“

”ohh my honey! I didn’t know you wanted to get married- the wind! The sea! The birds even know our fate! We-“

”ALRIGHT!”

”SHUT IT SEAWEED HEAD!! DON’T INTERUPT ME WHILE IM CONFESSING MY LOVE to the most wonderful soul to have ever lived~”

⚔️🗡🔥💥💥💥⚔️🗡🔥💥⚔️🗡💥💥🔥

(Sanji and zoro fighting :3)

Dating Sanji includes sure fire protection.

no one will ever lay a hand on you. For a man? Self explanatory. Blast that motha sucka to space.💥 For a woman?? Welll…he’ll take all the hits for you okay?! So run away and go get Nami or Robin!! Hurry darling!

Dating Sanji includes trust.

more than anything he trusts you with his deepest darkest secrets. There’s no front when it’s just you two around, purely him. Not telling you his lineage was because he wanted to put that behind him..it wasn’t supposed to come back up. And man is he the most sorry sucker on earth when he betrays the strawhats. Because that means he’s betraying you. Pleasepleasepleasetakehimbackplease.

Uh guys I ran out of characters I’m gonna do a part two I guess 😭… I didn’t want to thooo

[scentedpepper]

Hiiii I really liked ur recent lip fic so I had a request if it interests u :) it's probably pretty basic actually

Lip x male reader where reader is basically struggling to find a decent job because they're falling behind on bills so they become over stressed/overwork by their current shit job. This being something Lip can relate to he tries to comfort them/tries to get them to relax. (Totally not self reflecting haha 🧍🏻)

Fish.

LIP GALLAGHER X MALE READER

Summary: Lip knows when you're right and when you're wrong.

Content Warnings: None

AUTHOR NOTE(S):

Hey Anon 😼

Totally doable request

Gets a little angsty there for a sec cus I can't not put angst in my fics but yk

This has got to be the mushyest thing on my page so hopefully it's alright (^-^;

Allusiveness per usual..

The self projection is so real..

I'm glad you liked my last fic and I hope you find something that works for you soon tho!!

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Fish.

That's the smell that immediately hits Lip upon entrance into the little studio apartment you call home.

Your cat stares at him, big eyed and blinking slowly from the peeled leather sofa with a blanket draped over it to hide the tweaks and imperfections of a Craigslist bought Lazy Boy.

If the boy was none the wiser, he'd assumed your place had been ransacked, burglarized and left with nothing but items not worth taking a second glance at. Though, it wouldn't be a half bad guess given that your front door was left open and there were clothes and trash strewn about the creaky floors, some of your furniture knocked out of place or even right on its side.

But he could hear you shuffling around the bathroom, knocking something over, the clatter of it to the floor, the less than enthusiastic curse from you and an internal groan that sounded like a hog dying as you bent down to pick it up.

–He wasn't sure how he'd heard that last one.

Intuition, perhaps.

Sheer connection, even.

But he wouldn't delve too much into that concept.

Despite the reality of its contents.

A sigh escapes him, he thinks, maybe one of these days, your recklessness will get you killed. But who is he to speak?

He locks the door from the inside before abandoning his shoes at the entryway, a task you never fail to stress upon to any guest who decides to stop in your home.

The cat is now perched comfortably on the end of your mattress, yawning and stretching as he makes sense of the newcomer in his house that just so happens to be intimately close with his owner.

Lip glances at his feet as he steps into the middle of the walkway, there's holes in his socks right where his toes protrude and they'd gone through their fair share of stitching and needless patching to keep them from slipping off his feet and turning into giant floppy gray lint brushes at his ankles.

Two people, similar living situations and yet two vastly different attitudes toward it.

He tries not to focus on that particular line of thought while he tucked his hands into his front pockets and rocked back and forth on his heels until you shut the bathroom door with a slam.

You're a sight for sore eyes, hair a disheveled mess, sunken in tired eyes, wearing nothing more than boxers, a white tee halfway up your arms when you pause abruptly at the sight of him.

"Hey. “

He finally acknowledges with a little side-smirk that immediately makes you feel a way that's contradictory to every single negative emotion running wild in your head.

You look at him quizzically, pulling your head through your shirt so you could breathe through the collar and clear away some of the exhaust building up after you tugged at your own hair like a horse suffering from some sort of brain-storm induced illness.

"Door was open. " He states the obvious, just to ease the awkward silence beginning to swallow you up.

In response, your eyebrows raise, tugging at your facial features and making your frown look even more drawn, and weary as your lips, that had seen better days, curl up in such a subtle, effortless smile that Lip fails to suppress his immediate burning response.

It's an ironic smile, but it charms your features nonetheless.

“Yeah.. I-” You clear your throat all the sudden, your sentence falling off into a mumble as you grab your hair before releasing it, only succeeding at making it less than structured. Your eyes dart around the room, suddenly aware of the chaos surrounding you. “Been busy. “

You move past him with rushed steps, partially knocking into the broom leant up against the wall, it clatters to the floor loudly behind you.

Lips eyes follow your frantic movement, tracking you as you stumble past him. The broom punctuates the silence like an exclamation point and he notices your cat jumping up out of his peripheral.

He doesn't move to pick it up. Instead, he stands there, hands still in his pockets as he watches you fumble with a stack of envelopes on the counter. He sees the tremble in your fingers despite the effort to suppress it, the tips pushing deep into the thick, yellow colored paper with bold, red text emblazoned on them.

“You know, “ Lip starts, voice low and measured, “I've got a pretty good idea about what those are. “

He steps over the broom, careful not to crowd you, the air between the two of you feeling heavy and charged.

Your shoulders tense at his words, a barely perceptible flinch. For a moment, the only sound is the soft padding of your cat's paws as he slinks away.

"Yeah?" Your voice is strained, almost challenging, but there's an underlying note of relief. Of being seen.

Lip's gaze drifts from the envelopes to the deep bags under your eyes, the knit in your brow, the stain in the creases of your face, to the worn-out shoes by the door, to the empty fridge humming in the corner. He finally settles back on you, confliction in the seas of his eyes.

“Look, “ he starts, then pauses, rubbing the back of his neck. You feel him get closer to you, his warmth invading your senses at once and you have to close your eyes at it.

He takes another step, less than half, not quite touching. An invitation, not a demand.

Your fingers trace the edge of the envelope as your mind blanks, for once. The paper's supposed to be rough, you know that, but you can hardly feel it with the way your fingers have calloused with the grime and weight of construction. You battle with your instincts, not moving an inch, freezing at his non touch touch.

“I have some extra cash from–”

“No. “

It's immediate. You don't think and your body instantly makes flee from him, the sizzling of the fake fish on the stovetop re-registering in your mind.

Lip doesn't flinch, but his eyes follow you as you retreat to the stove. The sizzling fills the silence between you, a mundane sound at odds with the emotional undercurrent.

"Okay. " He says softly, his tone careful but not placating. "No money. Got it. “

He leans against the counter, giving you space but not leaving. His presence is like a gravitational pull you're fighting against.

You focus on the fish, flipping it with more force than necessary. The spatula scrapes against the pan, a harsh sound that makes you wince.

"I don't need—" You start, then stop, unsure how to finish. Charity? Help? Him? All feel like lies on your tongue.

Lip waits, his patience a contrast to your agitation. When he speaks again, his voice is low, almost confessional.

"You know, when I was at my lowest, I couldn't stand the idea of anyone helping me either. ”

There's something so melancholy in his voice, a darkness creeping into the depths of the ocean that usually swims with his gaze that draws your attention, once again, back to him and his story.

He pushed himself off the counter, coming just a little closer to you with gentle steps like he's scared to startle you into abandoning him for a second time.

"It sucked, " he goes on, "It felt like shit, it made me feel even shittier. "

Then he's behind you and he isn't reaching for you, isn't touching you and it's even more dizzying than if he just was.

You shut the burner off and slump, feeling smaller as his breath ghosts across your skin.

The fish continues to sizzle, filling up the gaps where you don't speak, almost like it's speaking for you.

He's an inferno, a personal sun, everything burns in his orbit, you're convinced.

But you don't like the heat, the tension.

So, instead, you stand straight with a grimace as you say,

"What're you here for, Lip?" You glance at the clock on your stove. "It's nearly midnight. "

His eyes trail down your neck and he says nothing.

Everything goes quiet. So quiet, that when you tilt your head away from him, you catch the cat staring blankly at the two of you with his tongue out and drool pooling on the ground beneath it.

You press your lips together as your brows, furrowed, meet the bridge of your nose with creases and wrinkles you've picked up from excessive worrying.

"Here for a hookup?" You don't face him as you say this, instead you busy yourself with retrieving a plate but fail to find a clean enough looking one amongst the pile of dishes in your sink and settle for a coffee filter instead.

"Jesus christ, Y/N. “ He leans forward so he's sure you can hear every word he says. "Stop projecting your shit onto me. "

Ouch.

Your lips purse, pulling down to a flat, disapproving line at that.

"You're an asshole. “

You place the faux fish on the makeshift plate with a slightly shaking hand and then turn to him, looking him in the eye in distraught before you're speeding past him again, to the couch to rip the blanket you've got on there back over the chipping surface before you finally land on it, slumping into the battered cushions with a huff and a deep, tired sigh that has him blinking at you.

The cat has since vacated the premises upon the third trip you made around your apartment, choosing to go do gods knows what over sitting on his owner's lap which is even more distressing than anything Lip had seen on his way over, or once he had actually stepped inside.

For a moment he stands awkwardly in the kitchen, staring at the back of your head, unable to fathom what you must be thinking, so he ponders, maybe trying to relieve some of that pressure instead.

"Why does this—" he catches his own sentence, having almost used the words "make you", and quickly removes that option from use. "How's your stress lately?" Is the question he elects to ask instead.

"Stress doesn't bother me. "

You lie, blatantly, blatantly lying.

He clicks his tongue, finally removing himself from the stagnant stance and strolling toward you.

One foot before the other, before the other, before the next and the next and the next, finally finding himself within the circle that surrounds your worn out couch.

"Come on. " Lip grunts lowly, eyeing the coffee table you're sat before that's cluttered with junk, and half gone boxes of garbage, with rags and bottles, stray pens and hair ties.

"Lip–"

"Lemme see. " He hums at the sight of an empty plate with something half burnt and some sort of vegetable fried in butter but otherwise undistinguishable. He's pretty sure he might have to scrape it off from how long it's been sitting there, hardening.

"I didn't say you could help clean my shit. " You warn him, trying to maintain a certain sort of coldness even though there was no way of disguising the way your shoulders lessened at his voice, or the way your back pushed in further in the seat.

That's okay. He liked your stubbornness more and more with each passing minute.

You kept him on his toes.

He sighs in response, mumbling out a comment he kept to himself over your unwillingness to accept some kind of help; like you were starving– dehydrated.

He kneels slowly in front of you and reaches out his hands until your body stiffens and then wilts underneath them.

For the sake of your pride and that stubborn resistance to accept any amount of comfort, or to even bring up the fact that Lip is, in some ways, your rock.

He can do that for you, he tells himself. He likes being relied on by someone.

Someone who needs him in a way you never let anyone see because you had this notion to keep it all locked away inside of you like you could be dependable, like you were all you had.

"Listen to me. " He takes the tasteless fish away from you and for a moment you look appalled and ready to snap, but then he grabs your hands from your lap and slides his fingers along your palms and the fight is gone at that instant.

Your eyes glaze, darkening the circles underneath and he can't help but tug you away from the makeshift plate, from the furniture, the piles of stuff on the ground, the stack of boxes in the corner, the scattered clothing and the woes of your life.

Before you know it, his arms are cradling you and his warmth, his body heat, his scent, it's all encompassing.

"You don't gotta be perfect, you know?"

You grit your teeth when he says this, laying limp like a baby on your half living room, half bedroom floor with your face buried against his collar as he practically lay above you, holding you.

"Stop. " You force out, then a second time and a third before you can get anything more coherent from your lips.

He quiets you each time with another and another gut wrenching statement and soon, your intensities are practically splayed out across the stained, Dollar Tree carpet.

"It's not anything I can't handle. "

"I'm sure you can– you always find a way. " He shifts a bit, but it doesn't disrupt your hold on him. "But it's okay to need help every once and awhile. It's okay. Even to ask for it. "

"Lip, I just—”

He hears the anger in your tone, and he shushes you with a coo like noise and a slight nod of his head.

"I can't find a fucking job. " You mutter a few moments later into his shoulder, where his hands had snaked up into your hair so he could run the pads of his fingers along your scalp.

He nods, sympathetic, "You'll find something. You'll figure it out. "

"What the fuck am I doing wrong?" Your fingers raise from the carpet in silent resentment as you ask this, reaching up to claw at the thin, coarse fabric adorning his chest.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You're fucking great. The problem isn't you. Okay?"

"Sure, " You sigh, gripping onto his shoulders tighter, pulling his torso closer to you. "You say that because you think you'll hurt my feelings if you say anything else. "

"That's not true. " Lip snickers, sliding the hand back from where he was gently squeezing the back of your neck to play around with your hair instead. "If I was, we wouldn't be talking right now. You know?“

"Right. " You sniffle, a bit of a laugh bubbling up within the depths of your chest. "Because your heart belongs to anyone other than yourself? Doubt it. "

And the snark causes a giggle to erupt into the quiet of your little studio apartment.

You can smell him. His smell is like his scent mixed with coffee and sugar– for those Mondays when you want a treat, but are too lazy to walk the three blocks to the bakery for anything different than a cup of joe.

"Wow. " He snorts in return, resting his forehead against the top of your head where your nose met the tuffs of his curly, messy looking hair. "You're lucky I like you. "

"Uh huh. " A strained chuckle pushes past your lips, eyes sliding shut as your hands find his hips.

The sound of your heart beating in your ear is all you can hear as his fingers clasp around the sides of your face.

Everything is calming, cathartic. His demeanor is like honey; it runs down your bones, seeping into your open wounds and they begin to grow a bit plumper under the heat.

"Sometimes I just—" you pause, the feeling of his thumbs stroking back and forth across your jawline is too distracting for you to pay attention to the fact that you're trying to get your point across, "feel like there's something bad coming? Something coming for me, you know?"

"Yeah, " he blinks, hands gliding from your cheeks to the underside of your ears. "I know what you mean. "

His hands flatten, then run down until they find the collar of your shirt and a part of you relaxes as his fingertips stroke the outer lining of the stretched fabric.

"I get the same feeling too. " He adds, voice, so wonderfully low, rumbling from deep within his chest. "All the time. " He sighs quietly, rocking a bit.

"I'm gonna help you. " His eyes are dilated, even against the muted white ceiling light that hung above the two of you. You don't think twice to notice. “Get something going. Something solid. “

"Lip. " You choke a bit on the inside as he says this, turning your head to the right.

"I know you don't need it, but I want to. "

Against your better judgment, you take a dive and glance him right in his eyes and he doesn't falter.

It surprises you, then it doesn't.

A short sharp intake, air filling your lungs and Lip smiles. Just a sliver of skin at the edges of his lips. You take note of his change of expression immediately.

"When was the last time you had something actually good to eat?”

You narrow your gaze at him, ready to throw back an answer at his statement when he silences you by raising his hand up, index finger flying to shush you as he points at something past the two of you.

When you turn to look, you see your cat lapping his sandpaper tongue on your fish, seemingly enjoying it more than you had been.

"Been awhile for him too, apparently. "

You groan quietly, leaning back into him where the sound of his beating heart feels like music from some unknown realm your tired mind couldn't hope to understand.

"C'mon, " Lip nudges you gently.

"I'll get you something to eat. “

[lov3-from-loserlane]

desperately need to know what the thought process behind Kiyo's design is, he feels more like Hollywood's idea of an archaeologist than he does an anthropologist and i'm super curious what led you to it

Yeah no problem! And I see what you mean, but it’s important to know that anthropologists also do outdoor fieldwork, something I’d expect Korekiyo would be doing a ton of as the “ultimate” anthropologist. Both for work and his own enjoyment, based on what he’s said in game. Which is part of where the inspiration came from. Archaeology and Anthropology cover a lot of the same bases actually, but archaeology focuses more on the past and what is, whereas anthropology is more about the interpretation and includes more of the present.

But admittedly, yeah his design is inspired by popular interpretations of archaeologists, adventurers, or any other kind of outdoor researcher. Specifically, what a person doing this type of work would’ve worn in the 1910’s-20’s. I take a lot of historical references for my clothing designs, but haven’t taken much from this era before. So I thought this would be the perfect opportunity! I also incorporated some African textiles in his scarf and socks. The lining of his shorts and his pockets are just colored to match. I feel like he’d want to incorporate some cultural “appreciation” in his look, it’s a little tongue in cheek to “that type of guy” if you know what I mean.

His hair and sunglasses though are very late 60’s-70’s inspired. This was another big change I wanted to make to his design and to his character. I felt in the original, they were trying to go for a “well this guy is SO weird and scary that he couldn’t ACTUALLY be bad. Thatd be too obvious! …unless 😼” thing, which didn’t really work for me. So I wanted him to come off equal parts trustworthy and competent as he is weird and creepy. And at first, his “creepiness” would be easily explained away by him subtly accusing people who question his antics of being “culturally unaware.” So yeah, I thought giving him that 60’s-70’s, hippie, culturally aware, intellectual look would really sell that. He’d be looked to as one of the smartest, most rational people in the group. Even if the stuff he was saying sounded like pure fantasy, I think people would still believe him. Plus I’m sure Kiyo would be crazy for hallucinogens LOL which would fit the times. His “everything in life is beautiful and worth experiencing, even the ugly parts,” philosophy I can also see fitting in well with the era. That look I feel like also gave him just slight serial killer vibes. And, yknow, he is one. So I think it works.

Here are some of my specific references:

[immessingaround]

i can put together a list of stuff i like, stuff that i recognize as "cool" or "interesting". some of this stuff brings me joy. all of this stuff i am grateful for it existing. i want to be able to add and complete this list so i can look back on it and be reminded of what i have when i feel like i am nothing.

pete the cat

leonard cohen / songs of love and hate album

doing eye makeup (eyeshadow, liner, mascara)

garfield

polo shirts

jennifer Lawrence

ethel cain ptolemaea "stop" scream

also preachers daughter by ethel cain

chris pratt/jared leto hate hell yea

the cat emojis😸😹😺😻😼🐱😽😾😿🙀

saw iii angel trap

baggy black jeans

eyebrow slit

my old black lace up boots

ada wong microwave edits

ellipsis "dot dot dot" ...

people writing cuss words/weird things w lettering decor in stores (ex: 'kms' stockings at kohls)

7/11 by beyonce

gardettos

poetry i relate to

wham! last christmas pudding mix

considering broad and pointless philosophical questions (i.e. what is the meaning of life?)

christmas (ofc)

80s comedies (ferris bueller, better off dead, big, ...)

sad brokeback mountain edits

angel/religious imagery, iconography, references

alvin (and the chipmunks)

spelling "with/without" as "w" or "w/(o)"

trail mix

children of men last 40-45 mins specifically

tajin watermelon/peach rings

ikea model hand 🖕

pinterest

fuzzy socks

bti cg

ghostbusters

life is strange quotes "ready for the moshpit shakabrah" "holy shit are you cereal" "rachel in the dark room" "youre gonna DIE, motherfucker" "ik ur pumping drugs n shit to kids around here..." "i need to medicate" "shake that boney white ass" "no moshpit for you shakabrah"

classic movies

when u call me daddy (nvm she left lmao😭)

caramel coldbrew m&ms

(green) mechanical pencils

santa alter ego

mr x thomas the train mod in re2

weird/unique compliments

wearing jewelry

bolos or ties

my green skull necklace ilyyy

elektra from marvel (comics)

my handwriting idc if its messy

"can a loc come up in your crib?" scene from gta

"no i didnt kill him... but i did kidnap his wife!" scene from gta

pretending im a man

"i took her to my penthouse and i freaked it"

songs that begin like other songs but arent that song

12 am bathroom concerts

ppl who look unique

uno +4 cards

hawaiian shirts

(organized) clutter

bjork

keepin the streak (i mean chopping it up)

messing around in big stores

whole lotta red christmas ver.

baggy shorts (would totally still wear u)

we are the people by empire of the sun

mauve or plum UR MY FAV COLOR UGHH😩

a horse walked into a bar... i love that joke

updog "what's updog?" "not much. hby?"

we cry together clean ver.

being a lesbian so glad i dont like men

"walmart version of justin bieber"

grey spelled w an e

"culturally significant/pop culture moments i think about regularly/we dont talk about enough" videos

pretending im not living my own life

ornate things

going through old closet/junk

laying on the floor in front of my mirror w grouper or ethel cain playing (i want to get out of the house)

making spotify playlists after memes/tt audios

pajama pants

"LEAVE ME ALONE" "HES GONNA GET MEEE"

johnny cage (the international love edits from last year)

leon kennedy and those smooth operator edits

temp tattoos

roller skating

gorey/grotesque drawings

goretober

jar of flies by aic

pitbull mr worldwide mr 305

kevin gates ethical freak concert

jane from breaking bad

harris/chares my snake

painting my nails. all my beautiful nail polish ty😫

hash browns

mini beanie babies (the ones on my floor)

smores goldfish w the marshmallows even tho it got discontinued

eyeliner in my waterline

fake fruit in stores

deep red roses

george harrison

mix matched socks

coconut/lavender smells

coffee flavored things

soggy purple grapes

cashews

funky eyeshadow colors and palettes

my moms old lipstick colors (they are beautiful)

cherry flavored things

drawing on a mustache

turquoise and silver jewelry

samples in stores

physical touch (never get any😼)

purple hair dye (u made my life sm better)

gingerbread smells

my gta character

keyboard spam

smelling candles in stores ofc

carmex chapstick

immessingaround@myyahoo.com

gum / altoids (the pink ones)

silver jewelry/rings

last.fm

pineapple flavored things

mascara on bottom lashes

brownies

doawk

being a cowboy ig

no doubt

"your final challenge... let yo bih stroke yo bone"

"oh hell yea jigsaw you da goat!" audio

my celeb crushes

scooby doo characters

drawing crude cat drawings

catch me if you can

nacho from better call saul

chicken taquitos

aloe vera gel

i am mclovin☝️

these emoji combos: 🤠🔫, 🎅👍, 😹🫵

hoop earrings

commas, i literally abuse the comma key everytime i touch the damn keyboard

q tips

drawings ppl as drag queens (using artist's free will)

hair clips

xiuxiu

sky lights

fargo movie woodchipper scene

spotify obvi

[hypocriticaltypwriter]

💛Questions for Your Ocs💛

💖your favorite color?

🕺your favorite outfit?

😼favorite sibling/parent?/j

🍕dodgeball or volleyball?

👏favorite food?

💃do you like to dance? and if so, favorite dance move?

🪷trees or bushes?

☕️do you like surprises?

🎃favorite holiday?

hope I’m not bothering you!! I just really wanna know what Tam and Karai’s favorite things are💖💖 hope you’re doing well too, eat food and drink water!! 💖💖💛💛

-Lord Freg Almighty💛👍

LORD FREG HAS APPEARED TO MY ASK BOX AND ILL SHALL DO WHAT IS ORDERED

Tysm for the ask and I think it helped me explore the characters more myself! ^^

Love it when Freg pops up in my feed >:]

💜Karai💜

💖your favorite color?

Pastel lavender or plain purple- duh!

🕺your favorite outfit?

Just the casual!

Simple lavender tank top with black shorts, she also wears purple and hot pink (yikes) striped thigh-high socks underneath with fuzzy brown boots! (And an iconic light purple mask with a big bow with a tool belt around her waist)

😼favorite sibling/parent?/j

She loves all her siblings equally- but she does hold a soft spot for the twins- they bug her the most but she'd miss it if it stopped!

Parents the same, but she does have a sort of bumby relationship with Papatello atm

🍕dodgeball or volleyball?

None- too similar to the horror stories her dad tells of... Beach balls.

👏favorite food?

Anything mildly spicy or cold soba!

💃do you like to dance? and if so, favorite dance move?

Have you met her dad? She LOVES to dance!! not sure she has a certain/favorite dancemove and just gets jiggy with it, but I suppose she doesn't mind the cupid shuffle! It's the only dance she can really do that her siblings follow along with!

🪷trees or bushes?

Trees! She's always wanted to see a full live tree and not a rotting/krang covered one!

☕️do you like surprises?

With 5 siblings... Depends on the surprise LOL

🎃favorite holiday?

She loves fourth of July- they don't really get super celebratory for the holiday, but she likes blowing stuff up with her uncle Leo!

💚Tam💚

💖your favorite color?

Gotta be lime green!

🕺your favorite outfit?

One of the only she has half the time, a darkish orange baggy top with sweat pants and a purple bandana holding back her hair with hoop earrings!

😼favorite sibling/parent?/j

Oh Tam is a grade A mama's girl- and she loves Raph, Leo, and Mikey all the same!

...It's April.

🍕dodgeball or volleyball?

Volleyball! She used to play almost wickedly good when she was younger.

👏favorite food?

Extremely spicy nachos or grilled cheese!

💃do you like to dance? and if so, favorite dance move?

Like Karai, it all depends! Sometimes she just let's loose and does random dancing... She DOES however know how to do the Wobble fabulously ✨️

🪷trees or bushes?

Gotta say bushes! But only cause she wishes to go pick berries and such with the little ones one day!

☕️do you like surprises?

Same answer as Karai +a low key mad scientist Husband-

🎃favorite holiday?

Christmas! The only time the she feels she can rightfully spoil the hell out of her kids and be with the family for some good quality bonding time ^^

-

Ahh sorry it's a bit long but I just love the ask! Again, thank you for it and I'm glad I was able to share some of my wisdom on these gremlins of mine 🙏

XOXO💜!! :D

[santaclaushohoho1]

Answer all 100 questions from that unusual asks post

SoundCloud, or Pandora? - deezer

is your room messy or clean? - clean-ish

what color are your eyes? - browm

do you like your name? why? - yeah i like it, it's a chill name

what is your relationship status? - taken 😈

describe your personality in 3 words or less - goofy vacation dad

what color hair do you have? - brown and a little blond and a little green

what kind of car do you drive? color? - brown hyundai tucson

where do you shop? - wherever i can get what i want for the cheapest amount

how would you describe your style? - ranged from 2000s teenager to 40 year old to 20 year old who vapes

favorite social media account - tumblrrr

what size bed do you have? - twin? i thin

any siblings? - i have one

if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why? - FINLAND BECAUSE I LIKE FINLAND

favorite snapchat filter? - the one that makes you uninstall snapchat

favorite makeup brand(s) - dont wear makeup

how many times a week do you shower? - 7

favorite tv show? - idk shrinking, fallout, barry, naby reindeer are my top 4 atm

shoe size? - 10

how tall are you? - 5'10 i think

sandals or sneakers? - sneakers

do you go to the gym? - i work out at home 😼

describe your dream date - ZOO ZOO WE GO TO THE ZOO AND THEN WE GO TO A PARK AFTERWARDS AND JUST LAY ON THE GRASS AND LOOK AT THE SKY

how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment? - $27 😳

what color socks are you wearing? - black 😎

how many pillows do you sleep with? - two but i don't really like it i just dont want my other pillow to feel neglected

do you have a job? what do you do? - jobless 😫

how many friends do you have? - at least 10

whats the worst thing you have ever done? - i killed a man in reno...just to watch him die

whats your favorite candle scent? - my favorite candle FLAVOR is the Christmas forest one

3 favorite boy names - john, roland, and thomas

3 favorite girl names - alice, elizabeth, Elaine

favorite actor? - barry keonig?

favorite actress? - nicole kidman maybe? shes perfect in everything

who is your celebrity crush? - dont have onee

favorite movie? - rn its still hereditary

do you read a lot? - not as much as.i want to be

whats your favorite book? - the dark tower ii

money or brains? - brains are tastier

do you have a nickname? what is it? - santa

how many times have you been to the hospital? - like 0 unless we're counting check ups

top 10 favorite songs - no fucking way am i doing this sorry

do you take any medications daily? - nope

what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc) - dry

what is your biggest fear? - idk not many things scare me

how many kids do you want? - between 0 and 2, probably 0

whats your go to hair style? - idk i get it wet then let it do what it wants

what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) - its pretty big

who is your role model? - Chuck Tingle

what was the last compliment you received? - my boyfriend told me i was cute this morning

what was the last text you sent? - "how're you feeling?"

how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real? - im real... im literally answering these questions???

what is your dream car? - some fucking stick shift tiny 2 seat truck from the 90s

opinion on smoking? - dont do it! you'll die!

do you go to college? - i will

what is your dream job? - filmmaker

would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? - rural 🤤🤤🤤 unless it's like the downtown area where i live cus i wanna live there

do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? - nope

do you have freckles? - nope

do you smile for pictures? - not by choice, it's been drilled into me

how many pictures do you have on your phone? - 5000

have you ever peed in the woods? - yep

do you still watch cartoons? - if its a good cartoon

do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds? - vegetarian!

Favorite dipping sauce? - sweet chili sauce

what do you wear to bed? - t shirt and pants

have you ever won a spelling bee? - no but if WOULD if j participated in them

what are your hobbies? - writing

can you draw? - i wish

do you play an instrument? - i wish

what was the last concert you saw? - danny brown

tea or coffee? - coffee

Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts? - local coffee shops 😡

do you want to get married? - absolutely

what is your crush’s first and last initial? - AV

are you going to change your last name when you get married? - maybe? if we're hyphenating yeah

what color looks best on you? - no clueee

do you miss anyone right now? - my boyfriend 😫

do you sleep with your door open or closed? - closed

do you believe in ghosts? - i dont feel particularly strong either way

what is your biggest pet peeve? - "i could care less"

last person you called - my mom

`favorite ice cream flavor? - vanilla

regular oreos or golden oreos? - regular because im not fucked in the head

chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? - chocolate

what shirt are you wearing? - its a shirt that says "i didn't ask to be the worlds hottest husband, but here I am killing it" (i am a minor and unmarried)

what is your phone background? - a cool as photo of the mountains

are you outgoing or shy? - introverted

do you like it when people play with your hair? - certain people

do you like your neighbors? - I LOVE HIM HES A FUCKING KING OF THE HILL CHARACTER

do you wash your face? at night? in the morning? - just whenever i shower

have you ever been high? - nah not really

have you ever been drunk? - nope

last thing you ate? - nachos

favorite lyrics right now - i killed a man in reno just to watch him die

summer or winter? - autumn

day or night? - night

dark, milk, or white chocolate? - dark chocolate bitch

favorite month? - October

what is your zodiac sign - pisces

who was the last person you cried in front of? - probably my boyfriend but i dont really cry so idk

[satorhime]

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ଘ pairing: fushiguro toji x female reader ଘ genre: smut, husband!toji, housewife!reader ଘ word count: est. 3.4k ଘ beware: fushiguro toji’s third housewife arc, masturbation (reader), fingering, sex toys, teasing, degradation, edging, pussy slapping, dom!toji, sub!reader

ଘ synopsis: if fushiguro toji wants his rules to be followed, he should really think about being around to enforce them.  ଘ request:  anonymous asked: HI LOLLYYY! if your asks/reqs are open (and if ure not busy) can i ask for some husband!toji smuttt 😩 so I'm thinking like he caught y/n playing with themselves because he was often away and was so needy SO toji 'punished' y/n by either overstimulation or edging OR both 😼🤲 with a hint of teasing and a bit mean toji >:(

ଘ notes:  this is apart of my fushiguro toji’s third housewife arc and set in the same verse as rapport (read it here), but you don’t need to read that fic to read this one!!! sorry for literally edging you in this LMAOOO, but i hope this is what you wanted and that you enjoy MUAH <3333 reblogs and comments are much loooved!!

your husband rarely comes home at all, that’s why you do it. why you break, according to him, his most important rule. it’s an unfair one anyway, you think. wicked and terrible and cruel thing to implement in a neglected wife’s brain, especially when the husband’s bouts of absences can stretch weeks into long months without contact, leaving you to follow his “rules” at home because you’re obedient— pleased to see him pleased. after all, it’s your fault he even had to enforce that shit. 

but toji’s recent change of heart, being softer on you, sweeter to you, has you spoiled. stubborn and frustrated when you’re aching, when your needs aren’t met. 

you blame it on a text message. 

safe and sound in the bedroom in your apartment, you’re curled up on toji’s side of the bed with your feet in soft, cozy thigh-high socks. his pillow tucked comfortably under your chin as you tap buttons on the screen of your phone, eyes glued to the otome you’re playing. the handsome love interest is stammering out a proposal to your character, on one knee and everything. the scene is too sugary, full of love and devotion, while your own had been much different. but you click ‘yes’ anyway, the scene switching to a colorful cg of the couple sharing a passionate kiss; you grumble about having to spend 120 diamonds on the choice when your phone cheerfully announces a notification, the little bubble dropping down. 

big worm zaddy ♡ now text message  unlock for more

the contact name annoys toji so much, but it’s a relic from the early days of your dating and makes you giggle every time you read it so there’s no convincing you to change it. making sure your game is saved, you tap the notification hurriedly to open the chat with your real husband, wondering what he sent. 

                                       big worm zaddy ♡ ▸            won’t be home 2nite doll got a good feelin bout this race

of course, of course. when you’re used to not seeing him for months, a night away is a quick trip around the clock. a miniscule amount of time, really, but that doesn’t stop the sinking pit of disappointment that settles heavy in your heart, a sickening pain that you have to press your hand against and rub the spot to soothe it away. it’s different when he’s cities away from you on a contract— somehow, you miss him even more knowing that he’s in the same city and would rather prowl the back streets of tokyo or bet down big like a high roller at a horse race, than be home with you. blame it on the otome for making you crave the touch of your own lover.

you respond immediately with okay, good luck on not losing this time <3 and you’re about to exit out of the thread, return to your little visual novel fantasy, when the black thumbnail of an attachment sent by your husband months ago catches the corner of your curious gaze. 

sliding the volume to low, you know exactly what the attachment is. 

you press play.

“bet you think you’re real fuckin’ cute, huh?” 

on your screen, the video is still ink black and you’re only watching your own reflection, but the sound of toji’s gruff voice is clear, irritated with uncontained anger and a hint of frustration he only gets when he’s in a mood. 

“think you can fucking play with me while i’m making money? look at what you did,” he accuses, and the deep sound of his gravelly voice makes you instantly shift in your seat. 

the video continues and you hear shuffling, the clink of a belt unbuckling as he moves. this isn’t the first time you’ve watched this clip and it won’t be the last, but that doesn’t deter your want to swallow your now dry tongue, from whimpering when toji shifts the camera down, your husband sitting in a chair inside an unknown hotel room, legs spread out wide. he’s got his big fingers, blood splattered and knuckles split from his latest victim, wrapped around the thick root of his cock, painfully hard and flushed an upset red. 

the work of the video you sent him. in the middle of his contract. 

oh, you instantly regret opening this attachment. you should go back to playing your otome and be a good girl, like toji wants; you know that if you continue watching the minute and forty-five second video of toji being fucking filthy, you’re sure to break his dumb rule. but how can you stop when you miss him so bad? when he should be home with you, playing with your hair or scolding you or fucking you to tears right here in this spot? when it takes one look at his cock on the screen for an ache in your belly to set in, heat curling low and instant in your pussy. 

you think that if fushiguro toji wants his rules to be followed, he should really think about being around to enforce them. 

toji won’t be coming home tonight, and that’s why you briefly pause the video. sitting up to slide your pajama shirt over your head, toss it aside before relaxing against the pillows. your heart beats a nervous rhythm against your ribs as you skim your finger over a bare nipple, attempting to replicate the rough pinch of toji’s touch; a soft gasp leaving your lips as the little bud pebbles up as you twist it hard. 

next are your panties, ass lifting from the mattress to slide the quite modest fabric from your hips, kicking them off your ankles with a little sigh. so content as you open your pussy to the air, the cool breeze from the air conditioner hitting your clit and making you wince from sensitivity. 

you feel so heated, feverish in your devious choice to defy your husband’s wishes— even though, in the back of your mind, you know you’re doing nothing wrong. giving pleasure to yourself is a natural thing for a woman to do, especially with an absent lover. and plus, you’re doing it to a video of him. who cares if you reach into the drawer of your nightstand, digging and digging to retrieve your toy buried under crumpled receipts, pens, and old phone chargers. 

pressing the toy gently to your tongue, you suck it into your mouth to wet it for your pussy. you know the toy doesn’t hold a candle to the heavy weight of toji’s cock, but the pastel pink dildo is fat and on the shorter side with a nice set of ridged veins that steals your breath all the same, an impulse buy from a sex shop your friend works at. when you didn’t give a damn about his rule. 

and you don’t give a damn about it right now either, you think defiantly as you pull the toy out of your mouth, not wanting to waste another second on prep. 

unpausing the video, your eyes are glued to the screen once again. breath stuttering as you watch— toji gets a good grip and slaps his dick harsh against the hard planes of his abdomen, shirt rucked up and you imagine the hem of it clenched between his teeth. your throat feels so fucking dry, clit beating in a needy throb as you can wait no longer, shaky hand guiding the toy between your legs, jerking at the first touch of cool silicone against your heated folds.

you know what comes next— you’ve watched the video too many times not to — your husband holds the phone steady as he leans over and spits, dropping a thick wad over the top of his cock before he drags a hand up in a rough jerk to spread the bubbly mixture with a long grunt that makes your cunt pulse with want. 

“knew i shouldn’t have married a little whore like you,”  he hisses to the camera and you whimper at his words, tapping the head of the dildo against your clit before you drag it down to your cunt. “you sent that shit right when i was about t’ put my sword through that motherfucker’s back, fuck. fuck.” 

his voice is rough, burning with anger and arousal. you remember it clearly— his target getting away and you being the indirect cause of it; he’d been too cocky, whipping out his phone and watching the video at full volume of you on your belly, fucking yourself on four fingers and screaming his name. and while he was mesmerized, his target got the fuck out of there, with bloody and fatal injuries but getting away all the same. after that, toji’s rule was born like an unwanted child. 

he continues to spit curses at you on the video and you’re not able to wait any longer, nudging the dildo against your dripping center. sucking in a deep breath when you force the fat head inside without prep, your eyes fluttering shut as your walls greedily suck the toy inside, your legs jerking open a little further. 

“oh-oooh.. oh— fuck,” you whine out, the weight of the toy stretching through your walls punching the air from your chest. you feel dizzy, but you keep your eyes open, not wanting to miss the rough jerk of toji’s hand over his cock as you drag the dildo out, slamming it back inside with enough force to make the muscles in your arm ache. 

it feels so good to be stretched out and fucked slow by a fat cock after so long  — even if it can’t compare to toji, you still moan at the burn it creates when you clench hard around it. you circle your hips, grinding your clit desperately against the flared base of the toy as you fuck yourself slow on the silicone, little whimpers and cries torn from your throat. 

you can’t believe how worked up you are, knowing it won’t take long for you to cum. you can feel the ache in your belly fit to burst as you work the toy in and out of your cunt, feeling the hard ridges drag against the soft of your walls. eyes bleary, you try to focus on the video playing on the screen. the filthy, slick sound of toji fucking up into his hand rough and quick in his rhythm makes you burn inside out. 

“i’m— toji i’m gonna—” you breathe his name even though he can’t hear you, your stomach caving as you clench, knowing that it’ll take one more thrust of your hand to send you over the edge. an embarrassingly quick end to your fucking as you dig your toes into the duvet for purchase, desperate and needy as your orgasm builds and builds and—

“you fucking jinx,” a voice splits through your pleasure, loud and booming, followed by the violent slam of a door. a greeting that scares years from your life because of course, you weren’t expecting anyone. big footsteps stop right where the closed bedroom door should be, but you left it wide open since you didn’t plan on ending up like this. “... what the fuck are you doin’?” 

it takes a second for your confusion to clear, your mind glazed over with lust. takes one more second to realize toji is standing at the threshold to your bedroom and it’s not a figment of your fucked out imagination from watching homemade porn. ( that’s still playing, by the way. ) oh no, he’s actually there. muscular, corded arms crossed over his barrel chest and a frown like thunder cutting across his expression, the scar slashed over his lip pulled taut and making him look that more menacing. 

your hand immediately pauses between your legs, embarrassed out of your mind as you scramble to cover yourself and slam your legs shut— why did you throw your panties over there— and oh, where the fuck is your shirt?

“t-toji, you’re—? you said you wouldn’t be home!” 

of course, you would be so unlucky. 

toji scoffs, expression darkening even further as if he caught you with another man; he steps further inside the room and you shrink, watching with wary eyes as he stops at his side of the bed, where you’re rudely dripping slick on his side of the sheets. “as soon as you sent that fuckin’ text, the horse blew a hoof or somethin’. lost right then and there.” 

“that horse is so ancient, toji. i don’t know why you keep—” 

“don’t change the subject,” he growls, dragging his sleazy gaze down the naked length of your body, settling between your shut legs; locking on the thick of the dildo still caught deep inside your cunt. “asked you a question, didn’t i?” 

your heart drops at the familiar edge in his tone, your pussy clenching around the dildo with a quiet whimper you hope he doesn’t catch. 

(oh, he does.) 

“you said you wouldn’t be home and i was so needy, i needed—” what can you say to him? you were watching that video again so you needed to be fucked? you realize how desperate you sound, so you hush. 

“you broke my rule,” he tilts his head as green eyes darken almost to brown, gaze flicking up to your face. your cheeks heat up at the disappointment lacing his words, knowing he’s doing it on purpose. “first you make me lose my fuckin’ race, now you’re breaking my rules? fucking yourself on another— gimme that shit—” toji wraps a hand around your ankle, squeezing tight as he forces one leg to spread apart, reaching down to rip the dildo out of your pussy so quick that your thighs slam together. 

“ow, what the—” 

“this what you replacing me with when i’m gone? pathetic,” he teases, inspecting the toy covered in your juices with a sneer on his lips. mortified is an understatement, he has you feeling like a teenager whose parents just discovered porn in your browsing history and not a grown fucking woman whose husband just walked in the room to you touching yourself. “breakin’ the rules for a shrimp dick. you know what happens next, yeah doll? get your ass up and c’mere.” 

toji sits down on the edge of the bed heavy, almost making you roll towards him. 

you bite your lip, the sound of him being jealous over a toy should make him look ridiculous, but his teasing only serves to make your cunt throb. “toji, what do you want me to do when you’re gone all the time?” 

“to be thankful when you do get my dick, brat. come here, i said.” he grunts, brooking no argument as his patience is ran thin. he doesn’t wait for you to crawl into his lap; trades your ankle for your arm, manhandling your body into his control. you feel like a rag doll held by a puppeteer as he throws you across his thick thighs, the bone of his knee digging uncomfortably into your soft stomach. 

you can’t breathe because yes, you do know what he’s about to do. you also know that it’ll hurt so good you almost begin to anticipate it. wriggling on his lap, you stick your ass high in the air, slick pussy on display for him to get a good look at. toji groans, almost thanking that stupid fucking horse for blowing the race and sending him home. “good girl.” 

“did you cum, princess?” he demands, his hands prying the cheeks of your ass open, eyes trained on your cunt before he sucks in his cheeks and spits, a white glob of spit right down the seam of your lips. “answer me.” 

“nuh-no, no i didn’t— toji, please. not tonight, i’ll be good please—” 

“begging me for what? you fuck yourself without my permission and you think i’m gonna give you what you want?” he answers, mocking you in a nasty tone that makes you whine. toji thinks for a moment, smearing his spit over your slit with his thumb. “since you didn’t cum, ‘m thinking five.” 

you start squirming, you won’t be able to take it, but toji doesn’t let you budge. he grips your wrists in one huge, bruising fist; pinning them behind your back. leaving you helpless, to do nothing but press your cheek into the duvet while he rears his hand back and delivers one stinging slap to your cunt, dragging a pained little cry from your throat. the burn only lingers for a second because toji uses his fingers to explore the seam of your pussy, soothing the sting with pets and strokes that leave you panting, wanting more. 

“shoulda known you’d like that, little slut,” he kisses his teeth in disappointment, but that doesn’t stop his movements— spreading your folds to nudge not one, not two, but three thick fingers against the opening of your cunt. the girth of his fingers being bigger than your dildo makes you sweat, toji chuckling dark and twisted when you buck your hips back, trying to push yourself onto his fingers greedily. “look at you.” 

he holds you there, poking and prodding your entrance, straight laughing at the way your hole clenches in desperation to be stuffed by him— any part of him. until his arm flexes and his fingers fuck into you at a brutal pace, not giving you any time to adjust, stretching you open in a way that no toy can replicate.

“t’ rough, toji— it’s too much! it’s—” your breath knocks out of you in a startled cry, tears prickling your eyes and your hips wriggling away from the violence he beats between your legs with his hand alone, but it’s no use when toji’s got your arms pinned, catching onto your orgasm just under the surface. no need to touch your clit when he’s fucking you towards a rapid, nasty end.

“not happenin’,” he sneers with a sadistic grin stretched across his lips and tears spill out of your eyes as he shatters your orgasm, breaking your pleasure into a million pieces. his fingers stop moving inside of you altogether, teetering you right on the edge of pleasure.  “that’s one.”

how long does it last? how long does toji have you spread over his lap, legs wide and cunt dripping so much juice it spreads all over the back of your pretty thigh-high socks. longer than five, like he promised. toji edges you until you’re fucking sobbing, until you beg to be let go; promise to never fuck yourself without him at home again.

at some point, he swipes the pink dildo from where he tossed it on the bed and wets it up in your slick before he pushes it inside so fast you scream into the mattress, mouth stuffed full of the duvet like a feral little whore. toji fucks you with that cock like it’s his own, silicone stretching your walls out in a rough  fucking that builds your orgasm quick to bursting, then—

he rips the dildo out of you again and you feel faint, your pussy oversensitive and puffy from his torture. “please let me cum, please please please. i can’t anymore, i can’t toji please—” you babble desperately, spitting the duvet out of your mouth, trying to turn your head to meet his dark gaze.

“gimme the right count and i’ll let you cum, then,” he grins big, running a torturous finger up your slit to circle the pad of it around your little bundle of nerves, making you moan softly but it’s not enough to make you cum. you need to be filled and he knows it. “c’mon, princess.”

“w-what? i don’t remember—”

“count or i’ll hold it over your head until you fuckin’ pass out. think i won’t?”

“o-okay,” your mind is so hazy, but you want to cum more than you want the air you breathe so you try to think, think, think, think.  “t-ten.”

“wrong,” he mocks, the smile slashed over his lips is downright malicious. “it was nine, pretty doll.” 

oh, god. 

then he nudges the dildo to your entrance again, unrelenting as he fucks it back into you. your eyes are wide, mouth parted on a moan as toji makes good on his promise. 

not the one where he lets you cum, no, but the one where he holds your orgasm over your head for the rest of the fucking night. 

[jimins-goodgirl]

BTS AND HOW THEY CUDDLE 💞

Plz reblog if you liked this <3

Heeyy!! Here is BTS AND HOW THEY CUDDLE (or rather how I think they cuddle).I added a few songs that remind me of the individual members if you'd want to give them a listen 💗. Also i wanted to apologise for this not being NSFW like my usual work, i'm not feeling it today :/ but anyways, enjoyyy!!_______________________________

Jimin

- likes being big spoon so he gets to nuzzle his face into the back of your neck

-sometimes he lays on you'r chest because he likes listening to you'r heartbeat that reminds him your not just a dream

-deff COVERS you in kisses whenever your cuddling with him

-he has those big-ass plushies ALL over his bed (and they probably have very wierd names, like 'roosik' or smt💀) and sometimes just to be petty he chooses the plushie over you to cuddle. But he comes back to you in a few mins.

-LOVES it when he lays down in you'r lap and you play with his hair @////@

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Namjoon

(hes too precious STOP 😭)

- likes being big spoon because he LOVES feeling you'r hips/waist as you lay on you'r side infront of him

-watching movies and cuddling >>

- he always asks how you are feeling throughout the whole thing because he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable at all

- he makes sure to let you know that he loves you at least more than 3 times

-he lends you his sweatshirts if your cold (ik thats the most 'uwu y/n 🥺' thing but plz dont kill me 💀)

- fluffy blankets everywhere!!!

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Taehyung

-hes surprisingly very clingy

- i can only imagine him as a little spoon

-he would want to get hugged from the back and when you put you'r hand on him to hug, he would hold it by his chest

-if your watching a movie or smt he will make drinks and you'll sit in between his legs

-like jimin, he also likes plushies but he probably has the very small ones which you could basically use as a neck rest so he lets you take those if you'r neck gets tired

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Yoongi 😼

- RANDOMLY tells you he wants to be little spoon and it usually catches you off guard

-he rly likes it when you touch his waist, back, and shoulders when hes little spoon

-he lets you borrow his clothes

-whenever you guys are bored, he lays down in you'r lap and lets you do his makeup or skincare

- you guys deff squeeze each other's cheeks (on the face 🤨) as a joke until one of you gets hurt or smt and the other nourishes them

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J-Hope

- doesn't seem like he'd cuddle very much. I think he just mostly individually hugs you and cuddles you when your sleeping. Hes both big & little spoon

-A LOT OF KISSES

-he jokes around a lot with you so no matter what your doing, he'll cheer you up :))

- he buys you comfy things like ; socks, blankets, hoodies, plushies, and little cute slippers so that your not cold at all

- he whispers a lot of cute things to you in you'r ear while cuddling

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Jin

- BIG SPOON

- he usually cuddles you face-to-face so he can look at you and kiss you

-the hot chocolate this man makes is chef's kiss 🤤

-he loves it when you have anything of his belonging on you. Weather it be an elastic band or a necklace, it just makes him very happy

- i think he tells you stories while you cuddle 💗

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Jungkook

- usually big spoon

- actually ADORES it when you lay down on his chest

- he finds it very calming to hear you'r voice so he likes it when you talk to him as your going to bed

-taking pics w/ you while cuddling

- he enjoys playing with you'r hair a lot

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Sorry this was pretty short but i hope you liked it. MERRY CHRISTMAS AND NEW YEAR TO ALL OF YOU!! Im very thankfull for you reading this! Reblog if you enjoyed and dont forget to like!! Send request if you have any Byebye for now guysss!! :)))

[justvico]

1. What is you middle name? Cassandra

2. How old are you? A number beyond human comprehension.

3. When is your birthday? Sept 27

4. What is your zodiac sign? Libra

5. What is your favorite color? Blue and red

6. What’s your lucky number? 20-28

7. Do you have any pets? yes

8. Where are you from? yes

9. How tall are you? 5’0

10. What shoe size are you? 5 1/2

11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 4

12. What was your last dream about? it was dark and red and it was hot. i was with my family and slowly they all dissipated in the dark and my teeth started to rot.

13. What talents do you have? I can whistle like a bird.

14. Are you psychic in any way? I can talk to birds

15. Favorite song? Twin Size Mattress

16. Favorite movie? Edward Scissor Hands or Wall-E

17. Who would be your ideal partner? Anyone who can stand me

18. Do you want children? No

19. Do you want a church wedding? No

20. Are you religious? i am the religion

21. Have you ever been to the hospital? yeah

22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? kinda

23. Have you ever met any celebrities? myself.

24. Baths or showers? showers. baths are weird

25. What color socks are you wearing? white

26. Have you ever been famous? no

27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? no

28. What type of music do you like? indie and rock

29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? in my bath

30. How many pillows do you sleep with? two one for me and one for my cat

31. What position do you usually sleep in? on my stomach or on my side

32. How big is your house? apartment

33. What do you typically have for breakfast? despair

34. Have you ever fired a gun? yes

35. Have you ever tried archery? yes

36. Favorite clean word? redundant

37. Favorite swear word? frick-frack-begack

38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 3 days

39. Do you have any scars? yes

40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? no

41. Are you a good liar? maybe

42. Are you a good judge of character? maybe

43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? yes

44. Do you have a strong accent? no?

45. What is your favorite accent? alien.

46. What is your personality type? alien

47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? my socks.

48. Can you curl your tongue? yes

49. Are you an innie or an outie? what?

50. Left or right handed? left

51. Are you scared of spiders? yes

52. Favorite food? n/a

53. Favorite foreign food? sushi

54. Are you a clean or messy person? depends on who you ask

55. Most used phrased? lmao fax

56. Most used word? lmao

57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 2 seconds to a year

58. Do you have much of an ego? hah!

59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 😼 both

60. Do you talk to yourself? yes

61. Do you sing to yourself? yes

62. Are you a good singer? maybe

63. Biggest Fear? being forgotten and alone

64. Are you a gossip? no

65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? ew

66. Do you like long or short hair? short

67. Can you name all 50 states of America? yes

68. Favorite school subject? study hall

69. Extrovert or Introvert? guess.

70. Have you ever been scuba diving? yes

71. What makes you nervous? everything

72. Are you scared of the dark? no

73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? sometimes

74. Are you ticklish? kinda

75. Have you ever started a rumor? no

76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? yes

77. Have you ever drank underage? ..uh..

78. Have you ever done drugs? only medical drugs

79. Who was your first real crush? Cathleen

80. How many piercings do you have? one

81. Can you roll your Rs?“ yes

82. How fast can you type? fast enough

83. How fast can you run? uh 9 minutes a mile

84. What color is your hair? brown

85. What color is your eyes? brown

86. What are you allergic to? kiwi and pestilence

87. Do you keep a journal? no

88. What do your parents do? give me trauma

89. Do you like your age? i guess?

90. What makes you angry? being alive

91. Do you like your own name? no

92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? mayonnaise

93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? girl so i can name her mayonnaise

94. What are you strengths? i punch hard

95. What are your weaknesses? everything

96. How did you get your name? randomly. it wasn’t pre planned

97. Were your ancestors royalty? no

98. Do you have any scars? yes

99. Color of your bedspread? blue and black

100. Color of your room? white

Get To Know Me Uncomfortably Well

PLEASE DON’T LET THIS FLOP AHHHH

1. What is you middle name? 2. How old are you? 3. When is your birthday? 4. What is your zodiac sign? 5. What is your favorite color? 6. What’s your lucky number? 7. Do you have any pets? 8. Where are you from? 9. How tall are you? 10. What shoe size are you? 11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? 12. What was your last dream about? 13. What talents do you have? 14. Are you psychic in any way? 15. Favorite song? 16. Favorite movie? 17. Who would be your ideal partner? 18. Do you want children? 19. Do you want a church wedding? 20. Are you religious? 21. Have you ever been to the hospital? 22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law? 23. Have you ever met any celebrities? 24. Baths or showers? 25. What color socks are you wearing? 26. Have you ever been famous? 27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? 28. What type of music do you like? 29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? 30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 31. What position do you usually sleep in? 32. How big is your house? 33. What do you typically have for breakfast? 34. Have you ever fired a gun? 35. Have you ever tried archery? 36. Favorite clean word? 37. Favorite swear word? 38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep? 39. Do you have any scars? 40. Have you ever had a secret admirer? 41. Are you a good liar? 42. Are you a good judge of character? 43. Can you do any other accents other than your own? 44. Do you have a strong accent? 45. What is your favorite accent? 46. What is your personality type? 47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing? 48. Can you curl your tongue? 49. Are you an innie or an outie? 50. Left or right handed? 51. Are you scared of spiders? 52. Favorite food? 53. Favorite foreign food? 54. Are you a clean or messy person? 55. Most used phrased? 56. Most used word? 57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 58. Do you have much of an ego? 59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? 60. Do you talk to yourself? 61. Do you sing to yourself? 62. Are you a good singer? 63. Biggest Fear? 64. Are you a gossip? 65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen? 66. Do you like long or short hair? 67. Can you name all 50 states of America? 68. Favorite school subject? 69. Extrovert or Introvert? 70. Have you ever been scuba diving? 71. What makes you nervous? 72. Are you scared of the dark? 73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? 74. Are you ticklish? 75. Have you ever started a rumor? 76. Have you ever been in a position of authority? 77. Have you ever drank underage? 78. Have you ever done drugs? 79. Who was your first real crush? 80. How many piercings do you have? 81. Can you roll your Rs?“ 82. How fast can you type? 83. How fast can you run? 84. What color is your hair? 85. What color is your eyes? 86. What are you allergic to? 87. Do you keep a journal? 88. What do your parents do? 89. Do you like your age? 90. What makes you angry? 91. Do you like your own name? 92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they? 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child? 94. What are you strengths? 95. What are your weaknesses? 96. How did you get your name? 97. Were your ancestors royalty? 98. Do you have any scars? 99. Color of your bedspread? 100. Color of your room?

[meatballogenesis]

I know nobody asked but 😼

nickname: meatball (which I gave myself for anonymity online)

zodiac: gemini

height: 5’8

last thing I googled: georg-august university reiner fuellmich (basically I watched the first part of the grand jury of public opinion thing online which is antivax but I thought it was meant to be this big actual legal proceeding - shocker it wasn’t - and wanted to know where this one guy got his doctorate 🥴)

song stuck in my head: it’s on again by alicia keys (literally have had it on repeat since nye 2021)

how much I sleep: 8.5-9 hours

lucky number: 7

dream job: cancer geneticist

currently wearing: pyjamas and fluffy socks

favourite song: I refuse to pick

favourite instrument: I don’t really care about instruments (but I feel bad saying that)

aesthetic: girl it changes weekly

favourite author: I don’t read a lot can’t lie but my favourite book as a kid was written by siobhan dowd if that counts

favourite animal noise: cats mewing softly

something random: I paused avengers age of ultron to do this 😤

get to know me tag game!

thanks for the tag @safespacespence 💜 no pressure tags: @reidsbookclub @writingquillsandpainpills @delicatespencer @natashxromanovf and anyone else who wants to do it!!

nickname: well, jay is kind of a nickname in and of itself, but i've been called 'birdie', 'ginger', 'jaybird', and some related to my legal nickname. my family all calls me 'chicken little' bc i remind them of that bird <3

zodiac: gemini sun, aquarius moon, pisces rising

height: ...5'1" on a good day

hogwarts house: slytherin

last thing i googled: "what is the big ramp ski called?" can you tell it's winter olympics time?? it's just called ski jump, if anyone was curious.

song stuck in my head: 30/90 and i won't apologize for getting it stuck in athena's head, it's a masterpiece

how much i sleep: okay...listen. *cough* 3 hours *cough*

lucky number: 7. always 7. it was my old jersey number <3

dream job: emergency medicine/toxicology pharmacist

wearing: grey college of pharmacy sweatpants and an old theater t-shirt

favourite song: it's so haard, but right now i've been listening to a lot of 'bechdel test' by isabel pless

favourite instrument: to listen to? violin or piano. to play? guitar, come for me.

aesthetic: dark academia dark academia DARK ACADEMIA

favourite author: too hard. skip.

favourite animal noise: i love the little noises foxes make. and cows? stop it.

something random: um....i was on a singing competition show as a teen??

[bevilbargains]

Idk what to say

i find this picture so silly idk why

NO LITERALLY. I REMEMBER THE DAY I FOUJD THIS I LITERALLY LAUGHED ABOUT FOR THE NEXT WEEK AFTER THAT 😭😭😭

[fandoms-my-fandoms]

THEY’RE KINDA MATCHING TOO!! WE LOVE COLOR COORDINATION.

i find this picture so silly idk why

NO LITERALLY. I REMEMBER THE DAY I FOUJD THIS I LITERALLY LAUGHED ABOUT FOR THE NEXT WEEK AFTER THAT 😭😭😭