#btw I'm sorry about your friends your friends fucking suck

[bisolationist]

You know being a woman abused by a woman I feel like I will never ever be able to connect with them fully.

Like even if we get along and all that I know it's all conditional. That kindness and female/feminist solidarity they all talk about is all conditional.

The second I mention the sex of my abuser and suddenly I'm seen as a gender traitor, they turn angry and attack me. And like you said now I know too much like I can't be expected to trust women, let my guard down with them stand with them etc...

And when I say this the way people talk to me its like sooo condescending like yeah I know misogyny is still a thing I'm a woman too !!! But you can't tell me to ignore women's wrongdoings towards me because men are worse.

Truth is they'll only show me kindness if I had the right type of abuser, went through the right type of abuse and had the right type of sexuality.

I mean I remember whne there was this girl who kind of did something sexual to me I told her to stop but I just kind of like gave in and whne she told everyone about what happened all my female friends were acting super weird towards me as if I was some sort of creep and then when I told them what happened they said smth along the lines of oh come on youre like down for everything (just bc I was seen as bi).

And the problem is I can't discuss this anywhere like literally anywhere if I post smth on my blog I'll have feminists and women say to me oh but you don't know hwo society treats mothers maybe she doing the best she could, oh well that never happened to me etc etc... like I can't deal with this. And on normal spaces like men don't care they'll use my abuse as an excuse to be misogynistic it's such an isolating experience. I don't expect feminists to fight for me like feminism is about female liberation they don't owe me anything but why did they have to go out of their way to attack me, mock me, call me a liar, belittle what happened to me, tell me I'm exaggerating, treat me as If I was betraying tye feminist cause for speaking up like i was a fucking mra, and I'm not even allowed to let my abuse affect me if I have one negative sentiment towards women I'm a pick me I'm sexist I'm this I'm that.

Sorry for this fucking wall of text I'm tired of them treating me this way then turn around and pretend it's not happening you knwo

I'm really sorry it took me a while to get to this. I think I'm starting to dread looking in my inbox and I keep putting it off.

Obviously I'm not in exactly the same boat as you, so I can't fully address the parts about being a woman. But you're definitely not alone - all of the women in your position *I've* talked to feel the same. I have at least one friend that's voiced very similar things (don't worry I asked for permission before linking; she said she'd be open to talking to you if you want). And while I haven't experienced it first hand... I mean... I've seen it. I've seen the anger and vitriol that gets sent you way, the way your trauma is scoured for any excuse to be dismissed, the way you get excoriated as anti-feminists for not pretending it's a lesser deal. Not that you need me to reaffirm it, but you're definitely not crazy.

And I do understand the loneliness. Sometimes I wonder if this is why I subconsciously isolate myself despite having lots of people that express they care about me, enjoy my company, etc. Because I can't fully trust any of them would take this topic seriously, and I just... couldn't bear it if they didn't. Sometimes trying to find people that will accept this, *and* my bisexuality, and have compatible values... I don't know, it feels way too unlikely you know? And that's just for friendship, throw in attraction/sexual compatibility in there and it's like... do these people exist...

The condescension is unbearable. Again, obviously not the same for me, but I'm so TIRED of people throwing it in my face like I'm saying misogyny isn't real? It's so frustrating that bringing this topic up at all invariably gets me listed as an MRA despite my beliefs being the opposite? Or they tell me things like that men are more likely to be the perpetrators against either sex... as if they ever took me seriously with that either? Either way, my bisexuality gets used against me, too. I don't think I've ever been in a situation where the excuses ran out - I guess that's the really disappointing thing. There's always someone willing to come to bat for these people, and they always try to justify their view as the moral and sensible one.

If you feel like you're suffocating about it all, I think you might as well blog about it. Who else are you going to blog for? It's your life! You're the only one that can give your voice power. But at the same time - yeah you're going to get weirdos and rape apologists. If that's too much to bear, that's completely understandable, too.

Anyway I'm not sure I managed to say anything new, but I hope you know I believe your experiences and how you've felt. I hope you know I'm angry on your behalf because you don't deserve to deal with any of the bullshit of how people treat you for it.

[mattyriddlesbitch]

Hiiiii! So, I'm Arab and I was wondering is you could do a y/n x Mattheo riddle(cuz y/n is so badass) where they're fighting about the girls that go to Mattheo. y/n goes into Arabic and mattheo goes hard and then. . . you can determine what you want to do with it. BTW I LOVE UUUUU

ps can u make them in a secret relationship?

I LOVE UUUUU TOO AAAA THANK YOU! Sorry this took so long!

All Yours

Mattheo Riddle x F!Reader

Warnings: Oral(female receiving), fingering, unprotected sec, cream pie, cussing.

18+ Minors DNI!

There he was again. Your secret boyfriend. Mattheo Riddle. Surrounded by girls at one of the Slytherin parties. There were quite a few reasons to keep your relationship secret. His father. Your parents. His friends. Even your friends. He didn’t want you to be used against him as a weakness either.

Whatever the reasons, you were still fuming about how he spoke with the girls. Granted, he never did touch them or reciprocate their flirtations. But he didn’t push them away either or reject them outright.

He spotted you across the room, locking eyes with you and giving you his wicked smile that normally made you melt. When he got met with your crossed arms and eye roll, he knew you were mad and the smile dropped.

He was able to get away from the girls, redirecting them to his friends before he slipped away. He was pulling you away from everyone, skirting around the party to avoid anyone’s attention as he pulled you up to his dorm.

He closed the door behind you two before speaking. “Alright. What’s wrong, sweet girl?”

“Don’t call me that.” You said, crossing your arms over your chest again.

He sighed. “Fine. What’s wrong?”

You weren’t sure what to say, trying to figure out how to phrase it. You weren’t exactly prepared for this confrontation.

“Is it the girls?” He asked, stepping closer.

“Of course it is!” You nearly yelled. How can he be so stupid?

“Come on, princess. You know I can’t do anything about it.” He tried speaking softly as he touched your arm.

All that did though was piss you off even more. You pulled your arm from him and started yelling. “Yes, you can! You can tell them to back off! You can tell them you’re not interested!”

“I can’t do that. It’ll be suspicious. I don’t want people catching on that I have a girlfriend.” He said, keeping his voice calm.

You knew what he meant. He meant he didn’t want people to find out so they can use you against him or harm you. But you were mad, so of course the words were falling from your mouth faster than you were even thinking. “Oh, it’s so bad to have a girlfriend now? I’m that embarrassing to you?”

“No-” He tried interjecting, but you cut him off.

You were slipping into Arabic without even realizing it. You were just yelling and he was staring at you, stunned. It was the first time he’d heard you speak Arabic, let alone yelling it.

You stopped yelling after a few moments, looking at him to respond. “What?”

“That was so hot.” He said and his mouth was on yours.

The anger that you had was turning into desire for him as you guided you two towards the bed, lips pressed together still as you took off what clothes you could without breaking the kiss. He pushed you back onto the bed once you reached it and helped you out of your clothes, wasting no time to sink between your thighs and start licking and sucking like a starved man.

“Keep going. Talk to me.” He said, pushing two fingers inside you.

It took you a moment to start talking, rambling something about how good it feels and whatever else came to mind. It’s not like he knew what you were saying anyways.

“Fucking hot.” He groaned before licking at your clit again.

You kept your rambling, only breaking with moans and whimpers. His name falling from your mouth every few sentences as he was desperately trying to make you fall apart on his tongue and fingers.

“That’s fucking it. You gonna cum, princess? I wanna see you cum on my fingers. Look so pretty screaming my name.” He said, staring up at you between your legs.

You couldn’t deny him what he was craving, nearly begging for. You were falling apart for him only moments later, tugging his hair, trembling, crying out his name.

He flipped you over after riding out your orgasm, gripping your hips to pull back towards him. He slowly eased the head of his dick in, groaning as you moaned.

“You’re fucking hot when you’re mad.” He said with a slight struggle as he kept pushing inside you.

“My yelling turns you on?” You asked, gripping at the sheets.

“More than it should, probably.” He started thrusting, no longer being gentle, he gripped your hips with bruising force and fucking you fast and deep. “You can keep going if you’d like. Or would you rather scream my name?” He asked, leaning over to grab your hair, lifting your head from the bed.

“Fuck, Mattheo! I-fuck!” You cried out, finding it difficult to think with his cock hitting so deep inside you.

“Guess that’s my answer, huh?” He teased.

“Shut up!” You tried for an irritated tone, but it was hardly even halfhearted.

“Oh, but you love when I talk to you like this. Can feel how wet you get, love.” He leaned down so his chest was pressing against your back. 

He was fucking into you so deep, he moved his hand from your hair to rub at your clit, making you whimper from how sensitive it was.

“Maybe you just needed to be reminded that I’m all yours in another way to get rid of that anger, hm?” He mused, pressing kisses along your upper back. “Fucking clenching me, princess, you gonna cum again already?”

All you could do was nod in response, your voice occupied with moaning and crying out with his thrusts.

“That’s it. Be a good girl then and cum for me.” He said softly. “Cum on my cock, pretty girl.”

And you were trembling again, crying out his name and you gripped at the sheets.

He cursed as he came from the feeling of your pussy trying to milk him, filling you with his cum.

“I’m all yours, sweet girl. You’re all mine, too.” He said reassuringly as he pressed kisses where he could reach as your body relaxed.

[sage-green-matcha]

“you say it’s big but you take it, ride cowgirl” with ethan pls 🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

love your writing btw ❤️

TAKE IT - ETHAN LANDRY 🦢

“You say it’s big but you take it, ride cowgirl” - Frank Ocean

MINORS DNI!

Content includes: SMUT! P in V sex, jealous Ethan, Ethan stretching you out beforehand, praise kink, biting, spit!

A/n: tysm!!! <33 And ty for the request!

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Your breath hitched as you were pulled against the crowded hallway, Ethan's hand dragging your arm. "Ethan...Ethan! What the fuck?" He had pulled you into one of the bedrooms. "What do you think you're doing?" You shook your head in confusion.

"What?" You scoffed, looking at his anger-covered face. "You're seriously gonna let him touch you like that? You like it, don't you?" "I-...Ethan you don't own me, just because we hooked up once doesn't mean that you can go around being jealous" he furrowed his eyebrows, arms crossed as he looked you up and down.

"Plus, you have no reason to be jealous" you sighed, back pressed against the wall. "Yea? Why's that?" You felt small as he stood over you, fist above your head. "You know..." his eyes glistened with lust and you knew, he knew exactly what you meant.

Ethan was tall, but his shyness took away from people being intimidated by him. He was the dorky nerd with "potential" You knew he was more than that, he had shown you before and you knew how intimidating he could actually be.

It was only supposed to be a one-time thing. You knew it was wrong, to hide it from your group of friends but you couldn't stop thinking about him. The way his thick cock stretched out your walls, pain and pleasure fucking you out while he barely thrusted.

Your small hands wrapped around his dick, sucking and licking on his tip as your hands tried to jerk him off. You felt disgusted with yourself thinking about it, but it was already done and you didn't regret it at all. "Want me to show you again?" You looked up at him, gulping.

Next thing you knew his head was deep in between your legs, echos of your moans running around the room. You held onto his hair tightly, the feeling of your fingers grabbing onto his scalp making him hungrier. His tongue did tricks on your pussy, sucking and biting to make you forget about anyone else except him.

You squirmed and pleaded under his touch, your back arching while he rubbed on your clit. "You gonna let me stretch you out sweet thing?" You nodded eagerly, Ethan's finger slipping into your cunt. The pads of his fingers tapped against your walls, tightening around him.

He thrust his fingers deeper into you, your lips puffy as you bit down on them. You couldn't hold back your moans as you felt him slip in another finger, basically prying your pussy hole open. Your face was pushed into the pillow, crying from the mix of pleasure and harsh pain. "I'm sorry baby, your hole is too small"

It felt like an eternity before he finally decided you were stretched out enough, having you sit on top of his bare thighs. He sat up on the edge of the bed, your weeping and stretched-out pussy waiting for him to thrust inside of you. You looked down in between your thighs, Ethan's hand pumping at his fat cock.

It was bigger than you had remembered, looking at him with concerned eyes. "Don't be scared, you can take it" You looked back down at his cock, wrapping your hand around his tip. He was leaking with precum, his cock hot and throbbing. "It's big" you chewed on your lip.

You lowered your head onto Ethan's shoulder, biting his skin as you rested yourself down on his dick. Your breathing was heavy, whining in pain as his hands rested on your hips. "You're doing so good, pretty girl" You struggled to hold back a groan, the dirty sound filling Ethan's ears.

He decided to help you out, thrusting his cock all the way inside of you. You cried at the feeling, drool dripping off of Ethan's shoulder. The bite mark that you had left was deep, covered in your spit.

His cock filled you up to the brim, stretching your walls out even more than his fingers did. "You okay? You know you can take it" but you weren't sure if you could, barely able to push yourself back up.

You nodded into his shoulder, lips pressed against his soft skin before you moved yourself up. The sound of wetness and whimpers filled your ears, gaining you some confidence.

His hands moved down to your ass, giving you a tight squeeze before you moved up again. His head was lowered as he watched his cock obliterate your insides, the bulge on your belly driving him insane.

You focused on keeping steady breaths, and a steady pace. Unfortunately for you, Ethan had began to grow impatient, fucking his cock into you harshly. Your nails scratched at his back, his cock harshly hitting your g spot. "Told you, you could take me"

[leaentries]

too young for this | mark estapa

summary: when one night guarantees forever.

warnings: accidental pregnancy, swearing, angsty themes, smut, p in v, unprotected sex

wc: 3.1k

masterlist - next

One time. That's all it took.

You had never been one to go to parties, but your friends decided that you just needed to go. Having been cooped up for the past week after your complete douchebag of an ex dumped you over text.

What an ass. 

You and Richie had been together for two years. Two fucking years and all it took was a quick swipe of his thumbs to end it. It happened on a random tuesday, you had just left your anatomy lab when you felt your phone ding. You looked down smiling as you saw his familiar name pop up. Your smile fell immediately as tears began to make your vision blurry. Even with slightly impaired sight, you could still make out the three words he amounted to in your relationship.

Rich<3: we are done. 

So it's safe to say you haven't been the jolliest the past week. Maybe a party is what you need to bounce back. Staring at the ceiling of your dorm, you contemplated your options. Ultimately, you decided to give in to the relentless begging of your best friends. Besides, your slutty outfits were practically screaming at you to put them on. Afterall, Richie never showed you off, so you might as well do it yourself. 

Peeling on the familiar top and bottoms, you couldn't help but smirk as you passed your bathroom mirror. For the first time in over a week, you actually felt like yourself. The you before Richie. Overcome with newfound confidence, you quickly sent a text to your groupchat.

You: im ready babes! meet me outside?

Jamie: oooo yesss girl! me and alice are walking out now! 

Lydia: yall wait for me! i'm just touching up my hair. i'll be out in 5

Alice: btw we are so getting you dicked down tn y/n/n

Rolling your eyes at the last text, you grabbed your bag and headed out to meet your friends. Lydia ended up taking longer than 5 minutes, causing you and your friends to have to sprint to catch the last campus bus. Living across campus really sucked sometimes. 

As you searched for empty seats on the bus, you felt your phone vibrate from your bag. 

Mark: hey y/n! alice told me youre coming to the party tonight?

You: hi marky

You: yes i am! im on my way with the girls now

Mark: great

Mark: ill be waiting for you 🫣

Mark had always been one of your closest friends. You two met in your mutual college management class freshman year. Alice sat next to you and the three of you quickly became very close. Richie seemed to have a major problem with Mark early on in your relationship. Of course Mark being Mark, he didn't give a shit what your bitchy boyfriend thought of him. To be honest, Mark never liked Richie. So when you called him in tears that dreary tuesday afternoon, Mark was ready to practically murder him. 

The squealing of the bus breaks snapped you out of your phone. You put your bag over your shoulder, grabbing onto Jamie as she passed you. You and your friends made a short walk from the bus to the house. The music was blaring loudly, as people were spread far and wide around the property. A few different games were scattered about, a group of guys yelling in distress as they were clearly losing their cornhole game. 

You pulled out your phone, sending a text to Mark letting him know you were there. Within seconds, you saw the large boy make his way out onto the front porch. His arms immediately wrapped around you as you ascended the steps. 

“ ‘m so glad you’re here y/n/n” his voice was muffled in your hair. 

You smiled at the feeling of your full body being engulfed by him. Letting you go, Mark’s hand slipped down into your own.

“I am so so sorry girls, but I’m gonna have to take y/n with me.” Your friends giggled amongst themselves, causing you to send a confused look their way. 

“Oh no worries, Mark! I hope you have a fun time!” Alice replied, overly excited. 

Fun time? Deciding not to think much about it, you let yourself be guided by Mark’s muscular frame. Even in just a plain t-shirt his tense, thick muscles never failed to show through. Mark turned his head slightly, looking over his shoulder to check on you. You sent him a quick smile in return. He managed to weave his way through the dense crowd and into the kitchen, where a few of his roommates were. He entered the kitchen, never letting go of your hand.

Luke and Ethan greeted Mark quickly, enthralled by the view of the football game from the tv. Upon noticing you by Mark’s side, they both sent suggestive smirks towards the two of you. Confused by this for the second time, you turned to Mark. Tilting your head up to meet his eyes, not failing to notice the light blush that took over his feature.

“Why are all our friends acting weird?” You said in a low voice, so only Mark could hear you.

“W-What do you mean?” He chuckled nervously, “I think they are acting just fine.” Giving him a slight glare, you rolled your eyes, turning away from him slightly. Your gaze fell on the crowd, seeing many familiar faces in the dancing group. Although, your cheerful attitude quickly diminished as you caught sight of a certain brunette. Mark noticed the change almost immediately, turning to follow your stare. Richie was just off to the side of the main group. Typically, it wasn’t new to find him at these parties, but what was new was the blonde he had his tongue shoved in. 

A lump formed in your throat. You forced yourself to look away, the pain from the past week hitting you like a freight train. 

Mark's jaw ticked, his hand gripped yours tighter. He looked down at you “Do you want to leave, pretty girl?” His voice was soft, a stark contrast from his burning eyes. Taking a deep breath, you shook your head no. You were not gonna let Richie control you, he doesn’t deserve that power anymore. 

“I want to dance. Come dance with me, Marky.” Mark was surprised by your request, but led you to the dance floor regardless. 

Heat gripped your body like a vice, making you aware of how little clothes you were wearing. You let your body press up against Mark, arms reaching to wrap around his neck. Mark found his hand gripping your full hips, pulling them to meet his own. You leaned your face up, only to practically be touching noses with Mark.

The air felt thick around you two. Moving your hips against his, Mark held back a groan. 

“Got to be careful, pretty girl. Don’t want you to start something you’ll regret.” Mark’s chest pressed closer into your round breasts. Mark could feel himself grow stiff in his shorts at the feeling. Swallowing harshly, you met his gaze. You gently pulled his ear down to your lips.

“I could never regret you, Mark.” 

Richie was long forgotten as Mark gripped your wrist tightly, dragging you up the stairs. He took you to his room, closing the door forcefully, not forgetting to lock it. Mark’s chest heaved, almost like he was out of breath. He pinned you to the back of the door, bringing his forehead to rest on yours.

“You gotta tell me to stop, baby.” He whimpered into your lips. Throwing all caution to the wind, you pressed your lips against his, hard. A moan escaped your lips at the force of the kiss. Mark’s hands began to grip every part of your body he could reach. He wanted you, all of you. He cradled your face, turning your body before walking you towards the bed. The back of your legs hit the mattress, as Mark reached down to grip your plushy thighs. He sat you on the bed, beginning to trail kisses down your jaw.

His right hand traced from your thigh, over the expanse of your torso, taking time to tease the valley between your breasts. His calloused fingers took place around your throat, squeezing slightly. The lack of oxygen sent your brain into a frenzy. Your hips bucked up into his, grinding against his thick cock. He placed his other hand on your hip to keep you in place. 

“You have no idea how bad I’ve wanted this, pretty girl.” He mumbled into your neck. “How bad I need you.” 

He smashed his lips into yours once again. The kiss was desperate and sloppy, showing the amount of pure need and want between you two. Mark shoved his tongue into your welcoming mouth, seeking its warmth.

You were becoming restless, the ache in your core increasing with every push and pull of Mark’s hips. 

“Please Marky,” you whined, “Want you, fuck, want you so bad.” Your breath hitched as Mark changed the angle of his hips. His cock was pressing deliciously into your throbbing clit. 

“Okay, okay, pretty girl.” Mark pulled away, taking his warm body with him. A small whine began to leave your mouth, but was cut short when he hooked his finger around your shorts. 

He dragged your panties and shorts down in one go, too impatient to wait. Your hands traced down his toned front, tugging on his own shorts. Once the both of you had eagerly removed the remaining clothing, Mark had begun to line up his cock with your entrance, teasingly dragging his tip along your slit. “Oh fuck, Mark please don’t tease.”

Mark smirked at your pathetic voice. 

He began to ease his heavy cock into your core. You moaned loudly at the stretch. “Fuck me!” You bit your lip in an attempt to keep your voice down. “Don’t worry, sweetheart, I plan to.” Mark pushed the rest of the way in, releasing a breathy moan at the feeling. He dropped his forehead on yours, giving you a moment to adjust to his size.

Mark was admittedly the biggest you’ve had, much bigger than Richie. Reaching spots you never knew existed.  “I won’t move until you tell me, baby.” The notion was small but you couldn’t help the warmth that spread through your chest.

Nodding your head, “I’m good, Marky. You can move.” At this, Mark began to slowly drag his cock out of your pussy, till just his tip remained inside. He paused for a moment before plunging back in, setting a ruthless pace.

Your moans echoed through the room, Mark’s headboard slamming against the wall. “Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” Mark groaned. "I could be a better boyfriend than he ever was." His hands gripped your hips hard enough to leave bruises the next morning. You threw your arms around his body, nails scraping down the wide plain of his back. Angry red trails lined the hard muscle. You dug your teeth into Mark’s shoulder as his pace increased ever so slightly. 

“ ‘m not gonna last, pretty girl.” Mark squeezed his eyes shut, in an attempt to hold off his orgasm. The sound of your moans in his ears made it almost impossible. He brought one of his hands from your hip to rub harsh circles on your clit. 

 With the added stimulation, you felt your core tighten impossibly fast. “Shit, Mark. ‘m gonna cum,” you panted, “fuck, gonna cum all over your big cock.” Your orgasm hit like a tidal wave. 

Searing pleasure overcame your senses, your walls pulsating rapidly around Mark’s dick. Mark felt himself lose all control, releasing into your warm pussy. His body stilled as he came, a loud groan ripping through his throat. He collapsed on top of you. You laid with Mark’s head in the crook of your neck and your hand playing with his hair. As the two of you basked in post-orgam bliss, you felt a wave of drowsiness hit you. A loud yawn escapes your mouth.

Mark lifted his head to look into your eyes, “You tired, pretty girl?” You nodded slightly. He felt his heart soften at your droopy eyelids and pouty, swollen lips. “You are so fucking beautiful.” Your eyes widened at his sudden confession. You hid your face behind your hands, becoming bashful like he wasn’t just balls deep inside of you.

Mark chuckled, placing a gentle kiss to the back of both hands. “C’mon lets get cleaned up, baby.” He slowly pulled his, now softening, cock out and pulled on some boxers. He walked into his bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth. Mark gently began to clean around your sore opening. Once he finished and put away the cloth, he gave you one of his t-shirts to wear.

One of the things you loved about Mark was how big he is. Even if people consider you “bigger,” his shirts still fit you oversized. You took the shirt from his hands, pulling it over your head. Mark motioned for you to scoot over, allowing him to lay down. He pulled your body on top of his, almost immediately closing his eyes. 

“Goodnight, pretty girl.” You smiled as you laid your head on his chest, “Goodnight, Marky.” 

❥.

The following week went by in a blur. You were able to hide the fact that you and Mark hooked up from most of your friends, other than Ethan. That little shit did not hesitate to chirp you both the next morning. Although you and Mark are “seeing” each other, you haven't made anything official. But you didn’t feel pressured either. Everything had been going smoothly, you continued with your normal everyday routines, except for the part where you have been staying with Mark every night.

Your roommate, luckily, has been out of town for the past two weeks. So you have been able to remain inconspicuous thus far. Being with Mark was so easy, so genuine. You wondered how you ever even ended up with your ex when Mark was there the whole time. But alas, everything good always comes to an end. 

Your alarm went off as per usual, Mark’s arm gripped your body tighter to his, “Don’t go.” He whined. You turned your body to face him, taking time to study his tired features. Even with sleep clouding his eyes, he still managed to look as handsome as ever. You hit snooze on your alarm, deciding that your writing class can suck it. 

You closed your eyes, basking in the morning bliss with Mark, but before long, you found yourself pushing out of bed making a b-line for the bathroom. You kneeled down in front of the toilet, before emptying the contents of your stomach. You heard footsteps hurriedly follow behind you, as a hand came to hold back your hair. 

“That’s it, pretty girl. Let it out.” Mark soothed, using his other hand to rub your back. 

Once you had finished, you slouched back. Your body became overly weak after the energy it took to expel your dinner. Mark sat next to you, letting you lean up against him. He brought a hand to your forehead, feeling for a temperature. His eyebrow furrowed, “You don’t feel hot.” He looked down at your face, to find your eyes closed. His chest hurt at the sight of you so weak. He gently helped you up, putting you back in bed. “I’m gonna skip class to take care of you. okay, baby?” He pulled the comforter over your shaking body. You shook your head in protest. Although in your state, it wasn’t as much of an effort as you thought. 

Mark went downstairs quietly, as most of the house was still asleep. When he returned he brought a glass of water and a cold rag. “Apparently, we do not have any medicine. I guess Luke used the rest of it last time he was sick. I am gonna go and pick up some more, will you be okay here?” Mark couldn’t hide the worry laced in his tone. You gave him a weak smile and a small “thank you.” He leaned down to place a soft kiss on your forehead, before slipping on a hoodie and making his way to the store.

Laying in the peaceful room, your slumber was interrupted by the sound of your alarm. Hitting snooze became your worst enemy. As you turned on your phone to exit the alarm, you saw a notification from your period app. You tapped it, opening the calendar. Panic took over your body. 

Period late for 8 days

You quickly sat up, thinking of what to do. There was no way you could be pregnant. It was impossible. Denial flooded your mind, until flashbacks to the night of the party tore through the facade. You needed to take a test, asap. Knowing you couldn’t go to the store, since Mark was there, you did the next best thing. You called Jamie. 

You knew for a fact Jamie kept emergency pregnancy tests in her dorm. Girl has her priorities. Jamie raced to the house as fast as she could, not believing what you said over the phone. You told her just to walk in and come to Mark’s room since everyone was still sleeping. 

You sat on the bed, stressing out, when the bedroom door opened. Your eyes darted up and your breath hitched. Jamie's head poked around, your body relaxed. Jamie looked at you expectedly. You let out a sigh, ‘Look, it just happened.” She rolled her eyes, “You just happened to fall on Mark’s dick?” 

“I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, it just all happened so fast and we didn’t want to ruin anything. But it might not even matter at this point, because I might be fucking pregant.” Your eyes began to well, the thought of losing Mark was too much to bear. Jamie came up and wrapped her arms around you. “Don’t apologize, here,” She handed you the test, “Go take it and we can go from there,” Taking the test in your hand, you walked into the bathroom. 

After doing your business and peeing on the stick, you put the cap back on and set it on the counter. You set a timer for 3 minutes. You slowly sank to the floor. Never in your life has three minutes seemed so slow. Your phone finally went off, causing you to abruptly stand up, slightly losing your balance in the process.

You stared at the test, “Well? What does it say?” Jamies asked through the door. Your eyes remained on the test. 

Pregnant 1-2 weeks

Well, fuck. 

[fuwaprince]

👉👈 Hi friends! I have a long, serious post made just for you(!) that isn't full of spoilers, smut or mooning lawn gnomes. Please read if you can, this is a 💥 mutual aid request 💥

It has been a horribly painful and long while as most people following/keeping up with me know. and in a few days I'm going to be down $1500, which is basically all my fucking $

I can't afford Christmas for anybody, which sucks and I'm very sorry. I can't even take care of myself and haven't been, which also sucks and I'm very sorry

Landlords spontaneously raised rent on me more than halfway through this month as punishment for not getting to my house chores and not communicating, to be totally honest with you. I feel ashamed and awful about it but I didn't want to clean the place while multiple ppl living here had tested positive for COVID and kept walking around unmasked... I am not fully vaxxed because I've been too depressed to get any kind of necessary medical care done and I didn't want to catch COVID in the middle of my finals week for the semester. I woke up to being angrily and rudely bitched at first thing after the last of my finals (I passed at least). It wasn't a humanizing text. Fuck the mistreatment though. Rent is now almost doubled and it won't be lowered

There was no room for negotiation and I truly believe they've resorted to pricing me out of living here because the group of renters psychologically tormenting me wasn't effective (actually- putting a picture of my rapist on the fridge rly was super effective in getting me to isolate myself in my room all day and so was outing me as trans to the transphobic ass neighbors.... But I didn't and still don't have any place better to move out to, like the way they were hoping I would. Yes, I have looked and BEGGED btw)

I want out of here NOW, but I can't leave. I tried and had to come back because it was the best option. I can't afford to stay in a motel/hotel/BnB just to get away from them for a day or two during Christmas. I don't have any friends who I can spend the holiday with either. During the semester, I resorted to convincing classmates with keys to locked buildings to let me crash in them while they worked at night and I would leave before anybody showed up. Now that school is out, I can't do that. I don't have any family I can reach out to for support or friends who I can depend on for immediate help. I have been crying day in and day out for weeks. I have records of it posted throughout my blog. Literally crying for days on end. I'm being so fucking transparent

All that lump of text is to explain to whoever is out there, who might be listening and willing and able, to please consider helping me, if and ONLY IF able. I know times are tough and if you'd rather use your $ for other reasons or just don't have any to spare, don't sweat it and take care! 🫂

I've thought about what I could do for a long time and have helped myself how I can. It isn't enough. I've applied for so much assistance. Been approved and been sabotaged by my inhumane mom (who does not love me) via stealing my legal documents and letters and hiding them for months. My mind jumps to grim places but I'm clinging for dear life to whatever hope I have left that says things will get better. I wish I knew somebody with a business that I could work for. Part of me feels so fucking terrible for asking for help because I feel like a waste of all your resources. I feel like I shouldn't ask, like I really do not fucking deserve help, but there are friends online who care, who I know mentioned being interested in helping in whatever ways they can

So to the people who care to seriously me, I'm ready to accept it: please send me nice words to get through this and feel less alone. It feels pathetic to ask but I would love a nice letter. A nice card even. Kind words of any kind would go a long way. It means more to me than food. I have felt so broken and every day feels like a test to figure out how badly I actually want to live

I'm also leaving my cash app and paypal here in case anybody would like to do more than what I'm comfortable asking but probably very likely will inevitably need very very soon. I will be left with fucking nothing and I will have no idea what to do once rent is paid

Thank you to those of you who have sent love, offered to listen and heard me out. I really wish it wasn't so hard to survive. I'm trying to feel better knowing there are people out there who are also without help and hoping the best, but it doesn't make me feel any better or comforted tbh. I just wish the help was there for us. I wish there was a place to go for spare love, care, compassion, empathy, kindness, humanity, generosity... I need that more than I need $. Call me stupid but that's what I live for. I don't live for paying to survive in terrible conditions. I live for love and to smile with friends

I hope to write back to the friends who have already been so kind as to message me soon btw. I'm sorry for not replying sooner. Your overwhelming support is sincerely sweet and sometimes I cry because I can't believe people are so nice (to me???). It'll give me something to do that doesn't make me feel like dying! :') so thank you thank you thank you *fist bump*

Hope you're all doing as well as you can and that somehow things get better. Hope anybody else struggling like me doesn't make the mistake of isolating like a sick and dying animal. You deserve love. You deserve support. Don't be like me. Have the courage to reach out to the people who care about you for help as early on into your emergency as possible. Don't let your situation snowball because you spend so long trying to figure out if you're worth it!!! This Random Tumblr user is here to tell you that YOU ARE. Sending my infinite everlasting unconditional love. Be nice to yourselves. Be nice to each other. Fuck the hateful assholes who wish I would just kill myself already. Tell your friends you love them. Happy Holidays!!!

And here's a single picture of a mooning lawn gnome at the very end, as a treat! I told you this post wasn't full of it.... It just ended with it 👉👉

[altxts]

- “just friends”

- summary: hunger for one of your best friends can really end up getting messy

- pairings: dom top!soobin , sub btm!yeonjun

- content: smut , humiliation/degrading , anal sex , overstimulation, unprotected sex , rough sex , kinda explicit , crossing boundaries , pet names , choking , painful sex , aggressive soobin , kinky , lmk if i missed smth

- note: this was hard to make idk i kinda like it but wtf happened to the text bro 😭 this takes place after the vmas btw 🙏

yeonjun and soobin always swore to everyone they were “just friends”. both very well aware of the shipping going on between moas. but who knows what exactly goes on behind the scenes

after a long day of attending the vmas, yeonjun and the others went back to the hotel they were staying at for the night, all going to their own rooms. but yeonjun had other plans in mind, all he could think of was soobin. he couldn’t stop thinking about when they were performing tinnitus for all the fans, he took a quick look at soobin, muscles shining in the light as he grinded his body to the music.

as soon as yeonjun entered his room he threw himself on the bed, laying on his back still feeling warm and sweaty from the concert. he couldn’t stop thinking of soobin, feeling himself growing hard, dick twitching in his white shorts just thinking about him, the thought of soobin grinding against his body made him tempted to text the younger man and that’s exactly what he did.

minutes later, soobin walks over to yeonjuns room, opening the unlocked door. “what do you need hyung?” he says letting a soft breath out his lips, looking over at yeonjun who’s laying on his stomach and legs up swinging in the air, biting his lips looking down at his phone whilst grabbing his hardened bulge in his white shorts before looking directly at soobin’s wide opened eyes.

yeonjun noticed soobin’s attention on his hand, quickly removing it from his bulge. “oh fuck im sorry soob-” he said before feeling soobin’s finger moving on his lips, silencing him.

“fucking slut needed me to come over for your own pleasure huh?” soobin said with a huge smirk on his face before looking over at yeonjun’s bubble butt. “get undressed then whore..” he whispered seductively, slapping yeonjun’s right cheek.

yeonjun shivered at the slap, but he knew he deserved it. he nodded slowly, unbuttoning his own shirt before standing up to remove it.

soobin quickly grabbed yeonjun’s waist, pinning him against the wall, moving his hands roughly to his hair, squeezing it tightly as he leaned in for a messy kiss, moaning in his mouth as he did so.

yeonjun moaned in response to being pinned against the wall, moving his hands to your shirt, unbuttoning it before sliding his hands up your body.

soobin moaned softly as yeonjun slid his hands up his body. he moved his hands down yeonjun’s back to his asscheeks, squeezing them as he got a tight grip. “gonna fuck you so good” he said pulling away with a smirk on his face.

yeonjun's breath hitched at the squeeze on his ass, his body already aching for more. he nodded eagerly, his eyes locked onto soobin's. “please... i need it.”

“yeah? beg for it then” soobin said pushing yeonjun down on the bed, staring at him still holding that smirk on his face, hands moving down to his own pants, sliding them down, pulling his boxers off aswell, exposing his long and thick cock.

“please, soobin... i'm yours. fuck me.” yeonjun's voice trembled as he spoke, his cheeks flushing red with shame and desire. he watched as soobin undressed, his eyes tracing the outline of his long cock.

satisfied, soobin got on his knees as he moved his hands to yeonjun’s waist, helping him remove his shorts, pulling down his tight underwear in the same sweep. “wanna suck me off first or let me fuck your tight hole? you choose whore.” he grunted with an evil grin on his face.

“i... i'll do anything you want.” yeonjun shuddered, his body already anticipating the pleasure and pain that was yet to come. he spread his legs wider, offering his hole to soobin.

“yeah thats right bitch.. so needy you’ll let me use you like a fucking sex toy” he chuckled smirking with his low and husky voice, leaning closer to yeonjun’s face before slapping his cheek once again.

yeonjun yelped, his cheek stinging from the slap. he looked into soobin's eyes, his chest heaving with anticipation. “please, fuck me.”

“since you’re asking so nicely..” he said mockingly, moving his cock to yeonjun’s entrance teasing him before pushing himself slowly inside the other man, groaning as he felt yeonjun’s tight hole stretching out around his thick cock.

yeonjun bit his lip hard, feeling the initial penetration. it hurt, but he knew it was part of their twisted game. he looked up at soobin, his eyes filled with a mix of pain and desire. “fuck... soobin...”

“huh? what’s wrong?” he whispered in yeonjun’s ear smirking as he quickened his speed, pounding at his tight hole harder and harder with each thrust. “since you wanted it so badly take it whore” he groaned as he moved one hand to yeonjun’s neck, grabbing it tightly, choking him.

yeonjun gasped, his eyes watering as he was choked. he couldn't speak, but he could feel himself getting closer to his first orgasm with soobin.

“fucking scream bitch.. i know you want to..” he moaned softly as he panted heavily, removing his grip at yeonjun’s throat, pounding harder and faster as he felt his first climax building up.

yeonjun cried out, his voice muffled as he gave in to his first orgasm. he shuddered and twitched, feeling a mix of pleasure and humiliation wrack through his body as he came on his stomach, moaning loudly.

“did i allow you to cum huh?” he grunted as he slapped yeonjun’s face again, leaving it red. “gonna fuck you over the edge” he groaned as he quickened his speed once again. soobin loved seeing the older man all messed up and defenseless in front of him, the tears streaming down his watery eyes turning him on even more.

yeonjun whimpered, his face stinging from the slap. he tried to focus on soobin's movements, feeling himself being pushed closer to the edge once again. "s-soobin..." he panted, his body trembling with anticipation and fear. "i- i can't take any more..." yeonjun whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of their rough sex. he felt himself about to reach the peak again, but he didn't know if he could handle it.

“good boy.. taking me so well yeah? you can take it.” he groaned as he leaned down, forehead meeting yeonjun’s, breathing heavily almost reaching his climax. he moved his right hand to yeonjun’s orange hair gripping it tightly as his other hand held yeonjun’s waist tightly, thrusting at his tight hole.

yeonjun whimpered, his body tensing up as he felt soobin's hand in his hair. he couldn't look at soobin, his eyes squeezed shut as he prepared for the inevitable.

“fuck hyung im gonna cum.. gonna cum in you.. thats what you want yeah?” he groaned louldy against your face as he felt himself reaching his climax, thrusting harder and faster one last time before he finally came, shooting his hot white sticky liquid in yeonjun’s tight hole, filling it up, moaning as he did. “oh fuck..” he panted as he kept shooting gallons of cum inside yeonjun, giving him a messy kiss in between breaths before slowly starting to thrust into yeonjun again.

yeonjun groaned as he felt the hot cum shoot into him, his body shuddering from the intense sensation. he wasn't sure if he could take any more, but soobin showed no signs of stopping. "so... so big..."

soobin kept on thrusting at yeonjun’s tight hole, sloppy sounds filling the room as cum slowly started to drip out your hole. “can’t take more huh?” he mocked as he let out a giggle, moaning as he felt the overstimulation hitting him.

yeonjun's body shuddered under the weight of soobin's, his mind a haze of pleasure and pain. he tried to speak, but all that came out was a soft moan. “soob... I can't...”

“shut up bitch, you wanted this.. whore.” soobin grunted with a smirk on his face as he kept on pounding roughly at yeonjun, crossing yeonjun’s boundaries.

yeonjun's body jerked in response to soobin's rough treatment, a mixture of pleasure and discomfort coursing through him. he couldn't help but moan, his voice breaking with each cry. “you’re so fucking hot.. i am a whore.. please.. give me more..”

“thats right” he groaned loudly, thrusting even faster than before, making sure to hit the right spot, he fell in love with yeonjun’s body taking him so well, his small but bubbly ass clapping against his crotch, hole stretching perfectly, his hands on yeonjun’s tiny waist.

“y-yes... ahhh...” yeonjun's body trembled under soobin's assault, his voice barely audible over the sounds flesh against flesh. he felt himself about to reach the peak again, but he knew this time it would be different. yeonjun arched his back, letting out a long, drawn-out moan as he reached his second climax of the night. his insides clenched tightly around soobin's cock, milking him of every last drop of cum.

feeling yeonjun's tight ass clenching around him, soobin could hold back no longer. his hips bucked up into the sensation, feeling the last of his control slip away. “fuck... i'm gonna cum!”

yeonjun's body tensed once more, feeling soobin's final thrusts and the warmth filling him again. he bit his lip hard, trying to hold back a scream as the intense sensations washed over him. “a-ah... soobin...”

soobin's hands held onto yeonjun tightly, his hips grinding against yeonjun’s as he moaned into his neck. “fuck yes, baby. take it all.” he groaned loudly, feeling his seed shoot deep inside of yeonjun’s hole once more, filling it up completely.

yeonjun's body shuddered, every muscle tensing with pleasure and pain. he could feel soobin's cum seeping out of him, coating his thighs and the bed beneath them.

feeling yeonjun's body shudder beneath him, soobin couldn't help but let out a deep, satisfied groan. his eyes were heavy with lust as he looked down at the man he'd just taken so thoroughly. “yeonjun... i love you..” he said leaning in for a kiss in between pants.

yeonjun looked up at soobin, his eyes shimmering with a mixture of love and pleasure. he pulled soobin down into a deep, slow kiss, their tongues entwining as they both took refuge in each other's embrace.

as they broke the kiss, soobin smiled softly at yeonjun. “i'm glad you like it.” he leaned in to place a soft kiss on yeonjun's forehead before pulling out of him slowly.

yeonjun whimpered as soobin pulled out, his body craving more of the sensation. but he knew they needed to rest and recover. “i love you too, soobin”

soobin leaned down to give him a soft kiss on the lips before gently rolling off of him, laying down next to him. he stretched out, feeling sore and satisfied at the same time.

yeonjun let out a relieved sigh as he finally came down from the intense high of their session. his body was sore, but it was a good kind of pain that made him feel loved. “that was... really amazing, soobin.”

“i'm glad you liked it baby.” soobin smiled softly at yeonjun, stroking his cheek with his hand “now let's rest yeah” he said as they both cuddled up, still messy, both falling asleep.

[emo-trash101]

hiya ! its 🦈 anon

Could I req the male reader x drunk stone but instead its switched? ((oneshot, btw)) stone having to take care of drunk reader 💀

take your time + no pressure! have a good day/noon/evening :)

- 🦈 anon

Yay, I missed youuu! And yes ofc I would love to do that! Also sorry this took so long to post 😭😭

Alcohol Tastes Better Than Tears

Stone x Drunk! Reader

Pronouns: second person, gender neutral

Word count: 575

Tw: Alcohol, vomit

Today sucks. In fact, you've had a terrible day. First you blow the whole robbery on your own, and then you can't even steal an apple to make your friends feel remotely better about how horrible you've done. You've given up on being good at anything at this point.

You look down at your hand, staring at the bottle Stone handed you after the heist. You think he just felt bad and wanted to do something nice? But it honestly made you just feel worse. You feel so terrible that not even alcohol could fix it. Well it wouldn't hurt to try you think to yourself and before you know it you're putting the bottle up to the lips and taking a small sip.

That one sip turned into 2 sips, then 3 sips, then 4. Then that turned into you barely holding an empty bottle and trying to prop yourself up on the wall of whatever building you were next to. Your eyes flutter shut softly, as exhaustion hits you like a fright train with a vendetta.

You wake up to the clatter of a bottle and a male voice going "God...what the hell happened to you?". You force your eyes open and lay your eyes upon...an emo? "Whaa~...?" You say, trying to sit up more properly. All you hear in return is a sigh and a crisp "You're drunk". The man leans down to try to help you up before you push him away. "I dont evin know u" You say, your words slurring very aggressively.

"Oh god...my names Stone, we're...friends." He says, the worst friends looking like it's paining him to say, "I'm taking you back to the others".

That led to him trying to lift you up even slightly, which sounded almost completely impossible because your entire body felt like it was filled with lead. But eventually after you almost falling on your ass several times, he was finally able to force you up and being semi able to walk.

"I feel gross..." You say, leaning against Stone as he leads you through the streets. You hadn't even realized it got this dark. "Please don't vomit on me." He says, and almost on cue, you bed over and vomit. "Bloody hell..." He says, trying to prop you upright and continue to drag you away.

After about an hour of him dragging you after you vomiting (because he has the body strength of a malnourished owl) you both finally reach the alleyway, where he essentially drops you on the ground and you immediately pass out. As he grabs a nearby rag and places it on you, Vinnie leans against a wall. "Stone, is that really a good way to treat your crush?" She says smirking to herself.

He glares at her aggressively before speaking "They're not my crush." he says angrily. He stands upright and looks at her. "I'm just teasing, make sure you don't stay up late lovebirds." she says, the last part barely audible and then walks away.

He sighs and sits down next to your unconscious body, glancing down at you to make sure you're still breathing. Maybe...maybe I should tell them he thinks to himself before looking at the ground and noticing, something on his shoes. "IS THAT FUCKING VOMIT!"

Idk if this is any good, but I hope it is 😭

[talaok]

idk if you’re still taking spencer reid requests but i was thinking about him and reader ending a long term relationship but they just keep going back to each other and a whole bunch of smutty angst ensues hehe

alright alright alright I don't know if I did exactly what you had in mind but I hope I got close enough (btw this is obv later seasons Spence)

Made for me

"I'm sorry I can't do this anymore," you said "No, actually, you know what, I'm not sorry, it's you who should be apologizing"

"for what? having to work?"

"you know what I mean"

"Seriously?" he sighed "You wanna do this again?"

"Maybe I do, alright"

"y/n, I've already told you thousands of times this is just how my job works, it's not that I want to be gone for weeks on end, it's that I have to"

"yeah sure," you mumbled, shaking your head

"What? you don't believe me?" he took a step towards you, and you took a step back, hitting the kitchen counter, "you think I like being gone?"

"All I'm saying is maybe you don't hate it as much as you say you do"

He shot you a look, and you didn't give a fuck. You were tired of him and of his coming home late every night.

"You get to get away from me with all your little friends who I'm sure wouldn't snitch on you even if held at gunpoint" You cocked an eyebrow.

"snitch on me...?" he said, sounding confused before he realized, "You think I cheat on you? Is that it?"

"Are you saying you never thought about it?"

He scoffed "Y/n I go away to solve fucking murders," he said like he was one breath away from exploding 

"That's not what I asked"

His knuckles turned white as he tightened his fists by his side

"but I guess it's as good as an answer" You shrugged, looking at him steadily "This isn't working anymore Spencer," you said, "I think we should take a break"

"a break?" He scoffed "Y/n we've been together for five years"

"yeah, five years too long"

You saw his eyes turn black as a faint hint of hurt traveled behind them.

"you don't mean that"

"Trust me, I do," you said "I'm tired of this Spencer, I'm tired of you"

His jaw twitched "You're tired of me?" he mocked "What about me? Do you think I'm not tired of you? Of your constant complaining and moaning and blabbing on and on about how much I suck?" he grabbed your wrist

"Well then a break is exactly what we need"

"I don't think so"

"Why? That way you can go back to all the special friends I'm sure you've made over the years"

"again with this fucking thing" he muttered, annoyed

"oh don't beat yourself up, It's not like I haven't thought about it myself" you smirked, "I just never acted on it, unlike you"

His eyes zeroed in on you, a flame sparking beneath them.

"What did you just say?" he pulled you closer 

"you heard what I said"

"you thought about other men touching you?" his other hand moved to your waist

"Maybe I did"

"Who?"

A quiet smirk tugged at your lips "Why do you care?"

"Because you're mine y/n"

"Not anymore, remember?" you said "We're taking a break"

"I never agreed to that" Sometimes after you spoke he had gotten closer, and his breath was now fanning over your mouth.

"And I doubt you really want that either" 

"well you're wrong"

"I'm not" he whispered just moments before his lips met yours.

The hand on your wrist went to grab your face, bringing you impossibly closer to him as his other hand traveled down to your ass.

You involuntarily whimpered into his mouth and he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, his tongue moving into your mouth painfully nicely.

You felt your feet lift from the ground and moments later you found yourself seated on the counter, Spencer's body pressed against you from between your legs

"you're saying you wouldn't miss this?" he asked, starting a slow trail of kisses down your neck " miss me?" he taunted, his hands caressing your thighs

you could only breathe loudly, as all your brain's capability was taken over by his presence.

"because the wet patch on your panties is saying something much different baby" he smirked, his fingers grazing the damp cotton between your legs.

"shut up" you moaned

"I'm just saying sweetheart" He kissed you again, " I think you're all talk" His teeth grazed your bottom lip "You like to tell me just how bad I am as a boyfriend when you know you're made for me" he breathed

"fuck off Spencer" you spat "I'm not"

"oh aren't you?" he mocked, his fingers infiltrating under the waistband of your panties and passing through your slick folds "Then tell me, sweetheart..." He held your gaze as his fingers entered your hole and you had to force down a moan "Who else can make you come like I do?" 

[big-sis-milly]

*your big sister with a midwestern accent enters your room without knocking, visibly high and makeup ruined from crying* Hey kid which status effect is sexier *slaps you* hey

Sorry btw I didn't mean to hit you just now. So, like, you're not gonna tell Mom right? Oh come on, I didn't sock you that hard, you're just being a baby. Suck it up.

Why was I crying? Oh y'know, big girl stuff, haha. Nothing my little sister has to worry about.

Christ, okay, you don't gotta yell! Ugh, so... my stupid girlfriend broke up with me. Or my ex-girlfriend or— whatever.

Yeah yeah big whup, your big sis is a dyke, so what? Don't tell me Mom 'n Dad got you with that bigoted nonsense too.

Ohh. You also like girls? Well goddamn, sis, welcome to the club then.

Soooo, uh, what kinda girls are you into? Don't give me that look, I'm curious! Besides, we're sisters, I'm The Person you talk to about this stuff.

Wh-what's my type? God, fine, I'll go first, just hold up your end of the deal. I like girls who... are... younger. Than me. Oh fuck off, I just think they're cute!!! I like cute innocent little girls who need someone to look after them! Like- Huh?

No, my hand is on your leg because, uh. I'm just trying to reach out to my dear sister! Me and my friends are always super touchy feely, so I just went on instinct! But like, you don't mind it there, right? Yeah, just normal physical contact between sisters////

A-anyways, your turn!! What ladies do you find attractive?

Wha... you like older women?! How is that any different from my answer!! Absolute hypocrite, I swear to god!

Fine, whatever, I'll drop it, jeez... I mean, it's kinda awkward now that I think about it, almost sounds like we're both each other's type, haha! Weird coincidence huh?

Yeah.

Hey, uh, thanks for humoring me, sis. I know it's late and you got school tomorrow, but talking with you helps. I like having these conversations with you. You're easy to talk to. I'm sure you'll make some girl very lucky, sometime down the line...

Ugh, fuck. Sorry, I should probably head back to my room. I, um... I love you, sis.

G'night, kiddo.

[6okuto]

actually losing my mind over vere + ais + mc like…. imagine how fun that would be. they would all get up to so much m

VERE/MC/AIS HCS

gn!reader | :3 hiii. these can be read platonically! it's mostly little moments i can imagine. for fun!

it's a fun dynamic where there can always be a duo making fun of one person and it switches every day, every hour. one person goes wow vere you're so horny what's your deal and the other joins in. later vere and mc find themselves making fun of ais for acting so tough and mysterious. mc getting bullied about Not having Gloves,

sorry i've been watching lethal company a lot but they'd be sooo annoying /affectionate. making fun of each other on the radio, pretending like they can't hear them. vere getting pissed off when you don't get his body. ais taunting all the monsters while mc is telling him to shut the fuck up. mc saying "bet you can't make that jump" and then getting them to fall.

the three of them show up at the wet wick and it's already bad enough with vere and ais but now the trio… will a fight start? will a fire be lit by accident? how many people from and outside the main cast have headaches

ais says he's bored and mc goes Start a fight or something and vere's like yeah ais just start a fight. and ais is like ? you guys suck ass. but also he Will start one. so

vere and mc watching ais in a brawl and they comment to the bystander next to them like. How much you wanna bet he wins? and it's a joke but i do think they could/would bet on ais at some point LOL

mhin thinks they might die btw. would rather die than be put in a room with them, even. their worst nightmare.

leander. ....vaguely jealous of mc/all of them even as they all taunt and tease him. somebody get this guy some friends please

i never thought about it but i do wonder what vere's relationship is with princess/ais's pets. i don't knowww imagine how cute it could be watching them jump on him or fighting over who they like most...

vere and ais (un)intentionally use inside jokes/references with each other so mc has a few choices of 1) staring at them 2) asking what they're talking about 3) making fun of them etc. if mc is genuinely bothered by it i'm sure they'd explain and stay aware of it. if mc is just like Ok Be a little less Obvious they roll their eyes and tease them too

moments where two are hanging out, the third appears and goes Wow, Hanging out without me? and the two are like What, Are you obsessed with us or something? Need to always be near us?

specifically thinking of ais coming up on vere and mc are sitting together. they start teasing and jokingly flirting with him as if he's a stranger and it starts unraveling when they ask who's his favourite like Oh??? Them??? after everything we've been through???

ais disliking isolation, vere and mc check on him every so often and behind his teasing remarks, there's a softness and gratitude in his gaze

one of them starts to absentmindedly brush vere's tail and then the other notices and joins in. vere trusting them but still threatening to like, kill them if they mess up his fur. mc and ais going oohh i'm gonna mess it up so bad and then his tail has never looked nicer

a lot of things are meant for 2 people sitting... on the bus or carnival rides etc etc so the odd one out gets chosen by like. rock paper scissors. or just some silly game. not always of course but it happens. "best out of 3" "ok wait fuck you best out of 5" etc

cute little moment where person in the middle leans against one's shoulder, and the one on the other side notices and leans on theirs. a train!!

[ask-omori-ageswap]

hiiiiiii long time no see :3c

So! What happened here?

Towards the start of the hiatus - I'd sayyy around Sunny's Birthday Arc? - I was in a pretty iffy headspace, generally. I was getting burnt out with life in general TBH, which might've been pretty easy to see what with how updates slowed during that time, though I still tried to keep up and continue the story. (That was why I brought on Mod Sock, if I remember - she's such a sweetheart and offered to help <333 ily sock /p)

However! On March 28, 2023, my father died. It was sudden andddddd a LOT of my life was up-heaved due to this. He was me and my brothers' main guardian, so there was a lot going on what with who would be taking care of us, where we'd be living, etc etc. Plus, that was only, like, two months before I graduated high school? Lol. So there was also the stress of trying to do THAT as well.

That was the main cause for the hiatus. I honestly just couldn't really balance my mental state, my family situation, AND the responsibility of this comic on top of that - this is just supposed to be a fun thing for me, yknow?? So, I put it on hiatus. I... wasn't really expecting to ever take it off hiatus. I mean, after all those months? After I've gone and started college?? This blog started the summer before my junior year of high school. That's, like, a WHILE.

But then the first chapter of the official OMORI manga came out and it fucking sucked and pissed me off aghalkdhg;ksdhgalshk

That's happening now, I guess. After some light and affectionate prodding (encouragement) from friends I am... tentatively rolling back the hiatus. TENTATIVELY!!!

If it gets too stressful again I've got no problem dropping it again, but I think that now, with a bit more experience and maturity, I should be better at the whole time management and prioritization thing. We'll see how it goes, though. (BTW if there's a notable difference in how updates from here on out looks, it's because I don't use MediBang as a program anymore ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ Sorry lol)

So... next up, I guess, is I'm gonna finish up this bit about BOSS, and then characters will be open to answer asks again!

Thank you guys for all your support, both old and continued <3 Let's see if I can't finish this story before I graduate college now LOL

[isa-ghost]

(BTW I'm very down with wanting sapnap being dead for being sapnap I just wanted to be sure I was hip qirh the kids and pissed for the Correct reason)

DLSKFLSJFSKF SORRY I WAS OUT TOUCHING GRASS WHEN YOU SENT ME YOUR FIRST ANON.

Also in hindsight I worded this answer like you have 0 clue who Shartnap is but I'm gonna keep it that way for anyone who sees this and Doesn't Go Here At All.

Here's a good overview post abt Crapnap from my friend.

This Specific Instance we're wishing death upon him more than the default amount because he's participating in Squidcraft, a Latino-made/hosted and primarily Latino-played Minecraft competition with a big cash prize. (Aka that irrelevant ass sweaty ass racist Texan is literally only playing to win more money he doesn't need. He also won last year's SC 🙄). Last year there were a few non-Latino players (like him), but this year there were a BUNCH, most likely thanks to the existence of QSMP. There were Americans, Brits, and French just to name a few!

My mutual @pixiecaps has been the most outspoken on my dash about the dumbshit being in Squidcraft, so I'll tag them here and they can add any additional context they see fit in the reblogs or replies. They might have insight or perspective that I don't bc they're Latino and I'm not. 👍🏻 And this was baby's first Squidcraft for me purely bc QSMP members were in it, so idk much abt previous ones whereas Pix might.

It's annoying enough that Crapnap is in the competition at all, but yesterday a bunch of other previous DSMP members (Philza, Tubbo, Foolish, to name a few) all died in one of the games together and were thus eliminated. Shatnap's petty nobody poopy ass was literally CHEERING when they all died, which is poor sportsmanship for one (he has none tho let's be real here), and two: No Toxicity is one of the competition rules. So by all means, he should be investigated by the Squidcraft mods and (hopefully) disqualified for his bullshit.

And some additional context bc my guess is this all plays into why he was so outwardly toxic like that: Tubbo has outspokenly hated the Dr*m Team for a while now. He also had direct beef with Shatnap bc the dumbfuck tried migrating to Kick (basically Twitch for bigots & predators, to say the least).

AND, most relevant and recent: Philza was just on Tommy and Jack Manifold's podcast Shut Up I'm Talking about a week ago, and on the Patreon version of the episode the three of them talked about how Dr*m is a piece of shit, they all hate him, and how nasty and weird he was behind the scenes during DSMP, especially to Tommy.

Dr*m Team 100% knows this was all said, bc a) some of it was clipped ofc and b) Dr*m fucking posted the DSMP world download as damage control after people started talking abt what was said on the episode bc god forbid he look bad and get negative attention for 2 seconds. He's been begged by numerous people for LITERALLY LIKE 3 YEARS to drop the world download and only JUST did it to do damage control and make himself look all good and innocent or At Least distract people (spoiler alert: didn't work, he just made himself look even more pathetic. He basically gave the people who correctly hate him a gift in addition to clowning on him).

Shartnap literally lives with Dr*m, so there's no way he doesn't know Tommy, Jack & Phil have spoken some of the truth TECHNICALLY PRIVATELY. IT WAS ON PATREON BEHIND A PAYWALL.

Soooo yeah. As usual, Dr*m Team fucking sucks ass (many such cases, no one is surprised). Crapnap is the ""last remaining"" of the Dr*m Team to not have some Extreme horrific controversy and that's what keeping him able to be in competitions like this, rather than isolated to a shitty corner with the other two dumbfucks. (CLARIFICATION: He DOES have controversies. You can assume what some of them are based off of things said in that post I linked. Plus the Kick thing. But in comparison to Dr*m [a groomer, among other things], and George [sexual predator, among other things], Shatnap is ""the least awful"" of them, which is almost definitely why he's still ""welcome"" in competitions like this one).

Additional silly context: I'm calling him variations of shit because he openly admitted sometime earlier this year that he shit himself (or at least sharted) on stream.

[freakroth]

Young Love [chapter 1]

This is a chuuya x reader x dazai fanfic! yay>_<

Btw Y/N is afab Non-binary and uses They/them

Also Finnish Y/N 😼

I suck at writing fanfics but i'm trying best and if you wanna read the chapers i've made so far then they are on my wattpad:D

https://www.wattpad.com/user/Luka_LL

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~Y/N POV:~

Finally, after 13 long hours i'm finally in Japan to start my new life! it feels so good to finally get to start a new life away from my family and old friends or more like classmates since i can't think of any of them as friends anymore.

As i step out of the airport i sit down on a bench outside and call for a taxi to come and get me. as i wait for my taxi, i scroll through old pictures of me and my classmates, "..why can't i just be happy like i was back then..?" i mumble to myself.

after about 20 minutes the taxi comes and i go inside it.

"To (college name) please" i say in Japanese to the taxi driver and he starts driving.

while on the way i admirer the city of Yokohama.

"are you a foreigner?" the taxi driver asks me "ah, yes i am" i answer him "this is actually my first time traveling outside of Europa" i say.

"are you European?" the taxi driver asks me "yeah, i'm from Finland"(or whatever country your from) i answer him, and the driver only nods and keeps driving me.

When we get to the college i thank him and pay "bye have a good day!" the driver says before driving of.

"..i'm all on my own now.." i mumble to myself again as i start walking inside the building. while i walk to the principles office i see some people whispering to each other and i'm guessing they are talking about how i look so different from them, it wouldn't be the first time.

while in my thoughts i accidentally bump into someone "oh sorry.." i say, and hear the person huff "whatever" they say and walk way. 'what the fuck did i do' i think to myself. i watch as the ginger haired boy walks over to some other boy with brunet hair thats much taller then him 'that must be his friend or something' i think to myself again.

when i get to the principles office i knock on the door and wait.

"come in!" i hear a woman say from the inside.

"You must be Y/N! am i right?" she asks in a happy voice "uh.. yeah i am" i say back "you must be nervous" she says to me in a calm voice while i keep quiet "theres no need to worry, you'll fit in just fine" she says. 'yeah right, there were just some students back talking me, and i made someone mad, i'm defiantly gonna fit in' i think to myself "..okay.." i say

After she tells me about all of my classes she gives me the keys to my dorm "just know you're gonna have two room mates!" she says as i leave the room.

'Room number 567? that means its on the 5th floor..' i think to myself and start walking to the elevator.

theres a note on the elevator door that says 'out of order' 'great, just my lucky day' i think and start walking up the stairs.

once at the top i start panting a lot "jeez.. that was harder then i thought.." i say to myself.

"543.. 544.. 545.." i look at all of the doors trying to find my own. "here it is!" i say while i start to unlock the door.

"DAZAI WHERE THE FUCK IS MY HAIR BRUSH!?!?" is the first thing i hear when i open the door 'oh lord' "calm down dear, its just a hair brush" says the same brunet from earlier while getting choked by the ginger 'what did i just walk in on' "this is kinda kinky not gonna lie-" the brunet says before the ginger lets go of him. "perv.." mumbles the ginger before he sees me.

"who the fuck are you?" he asks and i freeze "oh! i think thats our new room mate chuuya!" the brunet says excitedly "oh yeah, we were getting a new room mate, thats why we had to clean the guest room" the ginger says in a bit calmer voice now.

i study the boys features carefully.. they are quite pretty both of them, the brunet boy has bandages covering his arm, legs and neck, weird.. the ginger boy has some cute freckles covering his face and one blue and one brown eye. 

"you just gonna stand there like an idiot or introduce yourself to us?" the ginger asks in an annoyed tone. 

"a-ah! i-i'm Y/N..!" 'FUCK WHY DID I HAVE TO START STUTTERING RIGHT NOW!?' i think while dying inside.

"i'm guessing you aren't from Japan, right?" the brunet asks.

"..yeah.. i'm Finnish.." i say.

"i can tell" the ginger says.

'what the fuck is that supposed to mean!?' 

"chuuya, i'm pretty sure thats offensive to say" the brunet says. "HUH!?" the ginger seems shocked. 

"by the way i'm Dazai Osamu" the brunet says " and this here is my boyfriend, Chuuya Nakahara!" he say happily. 

"you shouldn't say that we are boyfriends to them! what if they are homophobic, dumbass!?" Chuuya say in a more irritated voice.

"..its fine.. i'm also a part of the community.." i say an they just look at me. i start to feel pretty weird and think that they are jugging me. i feel like i want to cry but i hold it in as to not make a fool out of myself.

"follow me and i'll show you your room!" Dazai says happily and grabs my hand. i flinch a bit at the contact but don't do anything to not seem like a bother.

"heres your new room!" he says and pushes me into the room closing the door 'finally he left me alone,..' i think while looking around the room, its quite big, probably bigger then my old room back.. home.. i feel sad thinking about my "home".. it never really felt like a home or a safe place for me.. all i can remember are bad times from when my parents yelled at me and said they were gonna hit me.

i wipe a tear that was running down my cheek and start unpacking my stuff.

"..this is gonna be a long night.." i sigh.

(authors note: i'll try to update this as much as i can since i'm busy with school stuff:) there might be a bit of smut in the next chapter;

Please don't steal this (nobody is gonna do that anyway) and i won't post the next chapter for a while so just read it on my wattpad. it might take me like months to post more chapters since i might forget lol) 

[skywalkerbae]

Can you do a smut with Xavier thorpe?

basically they are best friends to lovers, one day she catches him masterbating to a photo of her and you can imagine the rest 😭

I love this, I love you-- I decided to put it in the shed and the reader is feminine bc I don’t write for male reader (sorry)

I do not support percy, I no longer write for Xavier.

Okay so I imagine the reader teasing him about it but then he puts her in her place which leads to yk (btw I'm in class so this might not be the best)

warnings: bad writing (ofc), SMUT so if not comfortable with it please dni, use of pet names, fingering

You were cold and tired but still enthusiastic about seeing him, you knew you were a bit early (1 hour early) but you couldn't wait another minute to see him and you were falling asleep.

You were close you could see the lights from the shed which meant he was already there as you came closer to the shed you could hear faint groaning, you started walking faster. What if he was hurt? You needed to know you were in front of the shed before you could open the door you heard something interesting, "fuck just like that y/n" you looked through the window to find Xavier with his hand stroking up and down his length.

He was masturbating while saying your name?

You and Xavier were close and I mean you had the biggest crush on him but you never thought he could ever like you back. Another moan interrupted your thoughts you looked back at him to see his other hand holding a phone. You could barely see the photo but you saw a glimpse of it and it looked like one of the photos you had sent him when you were trying on new clothes, skirts. You stand there frozen, you don’t know what to do. So you go with your instinct and you open the door, a loud creak erupts, Xavier jumps and hurries to cover his dick. 

“What the fuck y/n, why are you here so early.” You struggle to find words “I wanted to see you” he scoffs “how much did you see” “not much, just you jerking off to a picture of me in a skirt” you say casually, he blushes and tries to speak before you cut him off “come on Xavi don’t be shy-” he cuts you off by smashing his lips onto yours, his lips were soft, he was eager and a bit harsh. You could feel his hand on your neck pulling you closer. Your tongues fighting for dominance and of course he took full control. He breaks the kiss (more like make-out shesh) to say “who the fuck do you think you are, i’ve seen the things you write in your diary about how you want me to fuck you, is that what you want me to do, you want me to fuck that needy little hole of yours” you whimper at his words “fucking pathetic” he says walking towards you, you back up at his action, not because you were scared just as an instinct. “Are you scared of me?” “No just...” you hit your back on his desk before you could finish your sentence. “Sit” you obey and sit on the desk “spread your legs sweetheart” you do as your told and you spread your legs enough so he can squeeze in between them “good girl” he says as he places a hand on your thigh, squeezing the flesh he moves his hand higher until he reaches your heat.

You gasp as his hand touches your clit, he continues to drag his finger along your slit, you moan quietly at the feeling of his cold fingers on your cunt. "What do you want me to do" he says in a teasing manner "Touch me" you say whining "I am touching you?" He says with a pout "Please just so something anythi-" you get cut off by one of his fingers entering you in an instant "were you saying something?" He says in a mocking tone, you can't even find the words to respond at his snarky remark you just focus on the way his slim fingers are going in and out of your pussy. "Can't talk that's a shame" he says as he pulls his fingers out of your cunt and sucks them clean "you taste so good sweetheart" "Xavi please I just want your fingers please I'm begging you" he backs away and you think he's just gonna continue teasing until you hear the zipper of his pants and him shuffling to get his boxers off "I'll give you something better than my fingers" he says as he aligns his cock up your entrance.

I'm being mean ik but this is all I got for you guys, sorry this took so long <33 Send me more asks I love doing this

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[huecycles]

hey i just wanted to let u know the user asperationalartwork is reposting your links on their profile in bulk. A friend of mine is also getting stalked but if you could go and report using the im getting harassed hopefully tumblr will do something about them :/

i've noticed they're reposting my art links and i tried to report them to tumblr for stalking and harassment (they've contacted me several times despite me asking them to leave me alone) but no matter how many times i tried the damn thing wouldn't send. either i am doing something wrong or tumblr's report feature sucks. :) great.

i'm sorry that your friend is being stalked as well, this person really does go around and constantly bothers other people and gets IMMENSELY angry when someone blocks them so they start calling everyone an ableist. i've discovered they're not even disabled themself. this situation fucking sucks and i wish they would stop this nonsense. this is not how you do things.

thanks for the message, i'll try reporting again later

(username is wrong btw, the correct one is aspirationatwork)

[reggieblk]

I want to hear about the cokewhore Tom AU! <3

aaaah thank you for asking !! <3

Cokewhore Tom is ... very dear to me. It's a collective work with @cindle-writes and @pinktom, as well as another friend who prefers to remain anonymous iirc (feel free to put anything you want about the fic in the reblogs btw). It has 5 parts, and should sit somewhere from 30-40k, and I need to finish it 😭 I actually don't know if I'm allowed to talk about this fic, I didn't run it by Cindle or Amelinda before including it in the tag game jdsbbd BUT you can have a snippet from part 1 which I wrote :

“Harry! It’s me!” The sound of someone talking on the other side of the door sent a renewed wave of dread throughout his body, but when, a second later, he recognised the voice, he deflated, irritation flaring through him. He marched over to the door and yanked it open, revealing a shivering, pale, thinly clad, Tom Riddle.  “Tom,” Harry said, his annoyance clear in his voice, “what the fuck is wrong with you? Do you want my neighbours to call the police?” “I don’t give a shit about that,” Tom snapped, teeth grinding as he scratched at his arm. “Go away,” Harry whispered, looking around at his neighbours’ doors compulsively. “Get the fuck away from my apartment.” “Please,” Tom said, reaching out to hold onto Harry’s sleeve, “please just—” “No,” Harry snapped. They’d gone over this all week—though this was the first time Tom had had the audacity to show up to his flat instead of harassing him over the phone.  “Please, I need it,” he begged, a pathetic quality to his voice. His eyes had dark smudges under them, purple verging on black, and his cheeks were hollowed out.  “Get in,” Harry hissed, unwilling to let this spectacle play out in the open hallway of his apartment complex. He grabbed Tom’s arm and dragged him into the flat, slamming the door behind them and locking it for good measure.  “I’ll get the money,” Tom said, and he was already pacing, hands in his hair in his distress. He kept clicking his teeth together, as if his jaw ached, and his shoulders were bunched up.  Harry sighed as he watched him, the anger dying down just a bit. “Tom, I thought you were going to try and get clean.” “I—I can’t,” he said hysterically. He tripped on a bottle on the floor, and almost fell but he caught himself on the sofa and sat down, legs jittering. Harry was glad he’d snatched the bag of coke up, or he was sure Tom would’ve snorted it all by then. He looked up, eyes wide and pleading. “Just one more time—” Harry hung his head— “I promise, one more time, just another two grams, please, then I’ll get clean. I’ll get you the money for the rest please, I just—” “Stop it, stop it,” Harry snapped, waving a hand in the air as he pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look at yourself, Tom. Look at you, you’re a fucking mess.” Tom was quiet for a moment, and when Harry looked down at him he had tears welling in his wide brown eyes. “Please,” he whispered.  “Tom, I’d like to help you out,” Harry said honestly, “but you’ve already lost me too much money. I’m sorry, really. But it’s no.” “I’ll pay you—” “We’ve already established that you can’t,” Harry said with a disbelieving laugh. “I’ll suck your cock,” Tom blurted out, and Harry’s blood ran cold before burning hot as he stared at him in disbelief. Tom’s cheeks were coated in red, humiliation so evident on his face and yet Harry could see that he meant it.