#but i am!!! i am letting people down and it sucks!!!

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𝘥𝘦𝘧𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘥𝘢𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘳'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘳𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘴.

requested.

itoshi sae

"is that itoshi sae ???"

"no way his daughter is in the same school."

"i heard she got into a fight."

you tried to ignore the whispers. little natsuki had got a bad note in her diary by her teacher. so obviously sae had to confront the principal.

"mr and mrs itoshi, your daughter used inappropriate words," said the principal.

your eyebrows furrowed, "what did she say?"

"she called a boy lukewarm. the boy was devastated that he cried—" the principal explained.

"that's not her fault," sae says immediately.

"...excuse me?" the principal was in disbelief.

"if he cried something over that, he must be lukewarm."

"sae please—"

"she wasn't in the wrong," sae cuts.

the principal cleared her throat, "mr itoshi, we expect kind words from children here."

"i don't want any bad notes in her diary over stupid things," sae says sternly making you exhale.

"we will work on that," you say with an awkward smile and the principal simply nods.

sae huffs, "the boy should work on himself and toughen up. tsk. lukewarm."

itoshi rin

little sakura sat on the couch with a pout on her face. you knelt in front of her, holding a tissue to the booboo on her knuckle.

"sakura, you can't just punch people," you sighed.

"he started it," she mumbled, "he said uncle sae is better than papa."

rin scoffed. "tch. obviously, he's an idiot."

you shot him a glare.

sakura's brows furrowed. "it's true! papa’s the best!"

rin ruffled her hair, "damn right i am."

you groaned. "rin, please."

he shrugged, sitting beside sakura. "next time, just tell him he's wrong and walk away."

"but—"

"or tell him to get better taste," rin added.

you let out the saddest sigh, "unbelievable."

isagi yoichi

"yuki why did you hit your classmate?"

she pouts, "because he said my hair clips were ugly," she mumbled.

yoichi gasped dramatically yet unironically, "what? no way! those are your favorite!"

yuki sniffled, "he said blue is a boy color."

yoichi scoffed, "what does he know? blue is uhh...the color of the sky! the ocean! papa and yuki's eyes!"

"blue is the best!" yuki says happily.

you sighed. "okay, but next time, no hitting."

yoichi grinned. "just tell him he's got zero taste...and that he's soccer skills suck. and that he's a donkey—"

"yo-chan!"

michael kaiser

little anne ran into the house, sobbing as she hugged her papa's legs. he immediately crouched down to her level, worry all over his face.

“princess, what’s wrong?”

you sighed, kneeling beside them, “a boy at school stepped on a caterpillar she was taking care of."

anne sniffled, “he did it on purpose, papa! my poor caterpillar!”

michael shushed her gently, rubbing circles on her back, “i know, princess, i know. that kid’s got no heart.”

then, without hesitation, he pulled out his phone and started dialing.

your eyes widened, “no, you’re not calling his parents.”

“yes, i am,” he said, placing the phone against his ear.

“michael—”

“hello? your son commited a crime today. raise your kid well or else he's going to become a serial killer."

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[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Handle With Care 2

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

Summary: your work blurs the lines between professional and personal.

Note: I’m on a Bucky kick and can’t stop myself.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Bucky sighs and shifts in the seat, trying to see past the clog of traffic. He sits back heavily, enough to jolt the entire car. You glance at him as you steer away from the bottle neck.

"We're not going in the front, are we?" He smooths his hair and furrows his brow.

"Not unless you want cameras in your face," you pull into an underground lot and roll down your window to swipe your card in the fee machine.

"Mm, exactly my point," he brushes his palms over his stubble. You can hear the bristle.

"Look, we're both just trying to get through this. For Wilson." You slowly roll through and look for a spot.

"He doesn't need me--"

"Stop saying that," you snip. "You wouldn't be here if that was true. I didn't exactly wake up thinking I'd be crawling through your window."

"No one asked you to."

You veer into a spot and slam on the brake. "Actually, Barnes, he asked me to. That's why I did it, so let's cut the lone wolf schtick and grind our teeth through the pomp and ceremony."

He grumbles. You shift into park and kill the engine. You take a deep breath and search for your zen. He's undoing a lot of self-work right now. You undo your seat belt and get out. He mirrors you with reluctance.

"We'll circle around and head in through the rear," you shut the door and stomp in your heels, clasping your bag tightly as you check the time.

"Yes, Captain," he says sardonically.

"No, he's inside, waiting," you return.

He's quiet as he follows you. You don't fail to notice the looks he gets. You can't blame him for not appreciating prying eyes. Still, it's the least he can do for Sam. Just this once.

As you get around to the back doors, past the fervour and rush of attendees, he catches up to you. There's a man in a uniform keeping watch. You wave as you approach.

"Tito," you smile.

"Huh..." he squints at you as his burly arms tense in his jacket. "Oh, it's you? I didn't recognise you in that... thing."

You glance down at your dress, "special occasion."

"Mm, right."

"Come on, Tito, I got clearance," you argue.

"No one's in the back but personnel."

"I am personnel. Didn't I disarm that bomb way back--"

"Hmmm," he looks past you at Bucky. "Hey, it's you."

Bucky growls and shuffles closer.

"Look, my friend here is having a rough day. The front is a circus, please, Ti?"

"You still owe me that drink," he nibbles his lip.

You chuckle, "I got a flask--" You show him your clutch.

He laughs. "You know what I mean."

"I told ya I would. I'm a busy gal," you fend him off. "So, pretty please, Tito?"

He rolls his eyes and reaches for his belt. He scans his card and opens the door. You wobble through hurriedly and Bucky drags his feet. He follows you down the hall.

"You know a lot of people," he mutters.

"Some. My work takes me all around. Just like yours."

"Sure," he sniffs.

You slow as you hear noise. You'd rather not make a whole round of small talk. You grab Bucky's sleeve and drag him down a long hall.

"Where are we going?"

"Stage door. We can sneak down the stairs," you explain.

"Won't someone be watching?"

"Sure, and I'll get us through," you assure him. "Just like I've done everything else."

He sucks his teeth, "you're mad."

"I'm not mad, Barnes," you let him go. "Trust me, you would know if I was."

You meet another guard along the way. She stops you and asks for credentials. As you try to search out a suitable way past, she looks past you.

"Wait, oh, I know you," she points at Bucky, "no problem, go right through."

"Know me?" Bucky utters.

"The Winter Soldier," she bubbles. "Sure thing. Go on. Say hi to Cap for me."

He moves stiffly ahead of you and you follow. His metal fingers fidget at his side. You can tell he's uncomfortable. Hell, you are too.

You come out through the stage door and quickly snake around the distracted honorees and presenters, the crew scurrying around like ants in a hill. You get Bucky down the stairs and find the seats reserved for you. 'Guest of S. Wilson.' You sit and he does too.

He sets his feet wide and rests his hands on his thighs. His fingers rub up and down the fabric restlessly. You put your phone on silent and put it in your clutch. You wiggle in the stiff seat and crane to see the doors as guests slowly trickle in.

You peek at Bucky. His jaw is squared, his eyes are unfocused, he stares at the curtains over the stage. You know it's a lot for him. You realise that he's not doing this on purpose.

People line the seats behind you and around you. Their voices break the tenuous calm. You greet a few that are familiar but otherwise bide your time.

When at last the ceremony begins and the lights dim for the brighter ones over the stage, Bucky coughs and you can feel him jittering. His leg is bouncing and he's picking at the edge of his jacket. The host goes through their whole intro as his fidgeting intensifies. The sudden blast of horns makes him jump.

You reach over and put your hand on his. He locks up and squeezes your fingers, so tight he might crack your knuckles. You lean against him gently.

"Barnes, you're doing good," you say.

He doesn't respond. You don't expect him to. He's entirely still. You know he's not there anymore. You bring your other hand over his and rub his knuckles. You'll get him through this just like Lagos.

[impala-dreamer]

Like Heaven

A Supernatural Story

~Y/N’s request might throw him off for a second, but he’s never going to deny her, not when it feels so good in her arms…~

Dean Winchester x F!Curvy Reader

1,302 Words

Warnings: NSFW, Spanking, Dean POV, Sex

For @jacklesversebingo “What, you afraid you might break me?” | Originally published to Patreon Dec 2024

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I’ve been to Heaven.

I have shared a beer with God.

But I have never seen anything as holy, as awe-inspiring, as fucking beautiful as when she’s riding me.

She’s usually shy, but fuck, when she gets going, when she really lets herself relax, she’s incredibly sexy. She lets her full weight drop down on me, and it’s some kinda magic because I lose my mind feeling all of her softness. The curves on this woman would drive a person to tears and they have gotten me more than once, I ain’t gonna lie. Her skin is the softest thing I’ve ever felt, and when she’s this close, I can’t take my hands off her.

Her lips are like goddamned magnets for mine; her mouth is like a drug. I physically can’t stop touching her, kissing her, tasting her. I would spend all night between those thick, juicy thighs just lapping at her sweet pussy if she’d let me. I would drown happily in her cum. Not even joking.

The noises she makes while I’m down there are so fucking hot, half the time I’m just rutting into the bed for some relief. She gets me going so fast, gets me so hard just with those fucking whimpers and moans and fuck- when she says my name in that high pitched, breathless kinda way, I am fucking done for.

Part of me wants to flip her over and go back to town on that beautiful cunt, but she is working some kinda spell on me right now. I feel like my brain is broken. I can't stop staring at her tits as she bounces on my cock. Up and down, it’s fucking mesmerizing. And her ass- so plump, slapping my thighs with each downward push. I can’t help but grab a handful, dig my nails into her cheeks.

Oh, she likes that. Got her biting her bottom lip. Fuck, I love that. Don’t hold back, baby…

“Dean…”

Fuck. I can’t take much more. She’s squeezing my cock like that’s the only thing she was born to do and I am not fucking complaining. Jesus. She’s so wet I can hear it. So fucking warm the rest of me feels cold.

“Fuck, Dean!”

God, she’s rolling her hips, grinding down. Fuck. If reincarnation is real, I wanna come back as her dildo so I can feel this every night. I could spend eternity like that… shoved deep into her cunt, being used to make her cum. Sounds fucking perfect.

She slams down and tightens on me and my cock is throbbing so hard it’s making every other muscle contract. I dig my nails into her ass again and she lets out a sharp moan.

“Yes! Fuck!”

Her jaw drops, her head falls back and I squeeze her ass again. A shiver runs through her, shaking her fully and I’m losing my mind. I wanna see her eyes roll back, wanna hear her scream.

“Please…”

I almost don’t hear it, her whisper’s so soft.

“What’s that baby? What do you need?”

She shakes her head like she can’t think, and sweetheart, that makes two of us.

I slide my hands from her ass to her hips and hold tight. I love how my fingers dent into her softness, making dimples of flesh. So fucking hot.

“Tell me what you want,” I say, holding her tight and taking over for a second. I jerk my hips up into her and I swear it looks like she’s about to fall apart. “Tell me.”

She takes a breath and looks down at me. Her eyes are heavy and hazy, her lips parted. If I could reach, I would suck on those pretty lips, hold her close until we’re breathing for each other.

She seems nervous but I buck up again and she moans it out, letting go of her worry.

“Spank me…”

Time freezes for a second as I wrap my head around her request. Sure, I’ve spanked a few chicks in my day, but she’s never asked before. I didn’t think she’d be into it.

Her palms hit my chest as she falls forward. “Please…”

Now, I am nothing if not a people pleaser, so I give her a little wink before slapping her left cheek.

She tenses up on impact and fuck if it doesn’t make her pussy even tighter.

“Harder…”

I kinda hover over her ass debating how hard I should go. Gotta remember, I can knock a demon right out of a guy with a good right hook, so I need to be careful.

She sucks in a breath and I spank her again. I can feel the sting on my palm so I know she’s feelin’ it too.

A shudder goes through her straight into me and I bite my lip so I don’t say something corny or sexist. But fuck if there’s not some porn level filth runnin’ through my head.

“Harder,” she says again, curling her fingers into my chest. It feels good but her nails are so long I’m afraid she might scratch off my tat.

I hit her again and she smiles a bit, but still wants more.

“Come on, Dean! Hit me!”

Two taps this time and she groans.

“What, you afraid you might break me?”

Now she’s got my blood boilin’ all over again and I let her have it. My hand cracks over her ass and I’m sure for a second I’ve gone too far but she melts like butter on a biscuit.

“Fuck… yes…”

Her entire body tingles and her pussy swallows me down. Fuck, she’s so tight I’m not gonna last much longer.

“Again. Please!”

I can’t see it, but I’m sure I’m leaving a handprint on her backside. I slap the same spot and she falls down, her tits crushing against my chest.

“Yes…”

She’s licking at my lips and I crack her plump ass again.

“Fuck, Dean!”

I spank her again and she muffles a scream in my chest.

She’s bouncing on me even faster now, getting wetter with each crack. I swear to God my vision’s going blurry and my heart is beating so fast I feel like I’m gonna have a heart attack but what a way to go.

Suddenly, she’s up again and I’m stuck there, somewhere between death and an orgasm. She leans back, puts her hands on my thighs and stretches herself out over me. She’s using me like a goddamned fuck toy and I am loving every minute of it.

She bites her lip and I slide my hand over her soft belly, turn my fingers down and tap on her clit.

She shakes like she’s being electrocuted so I do it again.

“God, Dean!”

Now, I’m far from being the Almighty, but I’ll take it in the bedroom setting.

“Yeah? You like that?” I ask, rubbing at her little nub and watching as her thighs start trembling.

She nods, so far away from being able to speak anymore.

“You gonna cum on my dick?”

As soon as I say it, it’s like I pressed a button and she does. She fucking cums hard on my cock. Her insides are pushing and tugging on me like some kinda damned finger trap and I can’t hold on any longer.

She’s still pulsing and I sit up and grab her, bury my face in her tits. She’s barely holding on but I got her, keeping her right there as I jerk up into her a few final times until I’m fucking broken. Cumming. Done.

I can’t let her go. Not just yet.

She’s wrapped her arms around me, got her fingers running along my scalp. I can hear her heart beating, feel her breath slowing down.

It’s fucking heaven here with her and I never wanna leave.

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[jannythewriter-pt2]

Girl at the Club Pt. 2

It was a busy night at the club. You had been on the floor more than enough times tonight but you had the will to keep going, after all you had bills to pay. You were on the pole when you saw your homegirls man Eren and he’s with Connie too. After you finish your dance and you collect your money, you get a request for a private dance from Connie.

When you gon into the back room, he’s sitting there, his eyes are red and half lidded. He licks his lips when you enter. “Hey mami……. Come sit on me” you obliged and sat on him. You gave him a sexy lap dance, you got up and twerked for him, he gave your ass a smack and grab. He’s so fine… the way he looks, the tats, it’s making your pussy wet asf. “Throw that ass f’me mama��.. lemme see” and you do just that.

He throws so much money at you, and he tells you to sit back in his lap. You look at him “what’s your name baby…?” You ask softly, he holds your gaze “Connie…. yours..?” you tell him your name and he smirks a bit, “pretty name for a pretty lady”. He’s rubbing your back now “you too fine to be working at a club like this” he says, “need the money hun… I have things to take care of…. people to take care of”.

“Why don’t you let me take you out…… take a day off or two” he exhales the blunt he’s smoking. “Why would I do that and the only thing I know about you is your name?” You as skeptically. “If you’re worried about being in danger, don’t.”

He brings your hand to his face and kisses your knuckles “let me take you out, we can go shopping or wherever else you want to go…” “and how am I supposed to know you don’t just want me for pussy” he smirks “you and me both know your not gonna let me fuck you on the first date…. The way you dance tells me you’re a woman of class” “I’m glad you know that” you say, knowing just because you strip doesn’t mean you’re easy.

He kisses your neck and you two end up making out in that very seat. His kisses travel from your lips, to your neck, to your supple breast. He takes your pasties off and plays with your nipple. “Mmmh…. fuck they’re so pretty….. your pussy this pretty too mami” he begins to suck on one, then touch the other. You run your hand down his abdomen which causes him to tense up a bit but he relaxes, you palm at his dick and you can tell that he’s packing.

“You horny…. you want this pussy baby?” he nods “Yk I do but imma wait for it”. He writes his number on one of the 100 dollar bills he gave you. He gives your ass a smack before you go to the back. You count the money and you realize he gave you 5,000 dollars for that one dance.

After you get home, eat and shower, you call his number. He didn’t know it was you “hello..?” He says calmly. “Hey con….. it’s me” he immediately recognized your voice “hey mama, you okay, did you eat? “I did… you didn’t have to give me all that money you know…” you say, you felt guilty but he assured that it was fine. You two needed up talking for hours, when you got off the phone, you went to sleep feeling good… the best you’ve felt in a while .

[biblical-chronicles]

Mine

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where you remind Liam who he belongs to [18+]

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The night had been going just fine—drinks flowing, music thrumming in the background, Liam in his usual good spirits, leaning against the bar with that lazy sort of confidence. But then she showed up.

You’d only stepped away for a few minutes, just long enough to grab another round, but apparently, that was long enough for someone to get ideas. She was all over him in a way that made your blood simmer, leaning in too close, her manicured fingers grazing his arm, her laugh too sweet, too practiced.

Liam wasn’t giving her much, barely glancing at her as he took a sip from his drink, but she didn’t seem to care. And maybe he wasn’t entertaining it, maybe he wasn’t even noticing—but you did. You noticed everything.

Your grip tightened around the glass in your hand, jaw tensing as you watched.

The second she turned away, you were already moving.

You didn’t say a word as you reached for Liam’s wrist, tugging him away from the bar, away from whatever the fuck that just was.

His head snapped toward you, blinking at first before his lips curled into an amused smirk. “Eh? Where we off to in such a rush then?”

You didn’t answer. You just led him through the dimly lit corridors of the venue, weaving through people until you found exactly what you were looking for—a quieter, darker backroom, the kind no one would bother checking.

The second the door shut behind you, you had him against the wall, gripping his jacket as you pressed up against him.

Liam let out a breathy chuckle, his hands resting on your hips, not pushing you away, just holding, waiting. “Fuckin’ hell, love,” he murmured, looking down at you through half-lidded eyes. “Thought I was gettin’ dragged off to be murdered for a sec—”

Whatever else he had to say died in his throat the moment your lips crashed against his neck.

His breath stuttered, his hands twitching before tightening on your waist as you sucked harshly on his skin, leaving behind a mark he wouldn’t be able to hide tomorrow. You felt his chest rise sharply against yours, his exhale coming out shakier than he’d probably like to admit.

“Oh, so that’s what this is,” he mumbled, voice rough, laced with something unsteady. His head tilted back on instinct, giving you more access even as he tried to hold onto that last shred of smugness. “Someone’s jealous, yeah?”

You didn’t respond—not with words anyway. Instead, you bit down just below his ear, dragging your teeth across sensitive skin before soothing it with your tongue.

Liam groaned, low in his throat, his hips pressing forward before he caught himself. His fingers flexed at your waist like he wasn’t sure whether to pull you closer or let you have your way with him.

“Thought you weren’t bothered by all that,” he tried again, but his voice lacked its usual bite. It was quieter now, breathier, completely betraying him.

You smirked against his skin. “Mm, and what if I am?”

Liam’s breathing was uneven, his grip on you bordering on desperate. You could feel the way his body was reacting to you, the way he was letting you take control without even thinking about it.

Your fingers tangled in his hair, tugging slightly, and he let out the softest, most wrecked little noise, his body shuddering against yours.

“Bloody hell…” he whispered, so quiet like he barely meant to say it out loud.

You pulled back just enough to look at him, your lips inches from his. His pupils were blown, his lips parted, his expression full of bliss.. There was still the faintest hint of a smirk, but it was weak, like he was trying to hold onto something that was already slipping through his fingers.

His eyes flickered to your lips, his tongue darting out to wet his own, like he was waiting for you to make the next move.

You leaned in just a fraction, feeling his breath mix with yours, feeling the heat radiating from his skin. “Guess you belong to me after all,” you murmured, your fingers tightening in his hair just slightly.

Liam’s breath hitched. His hands clenched at your sides, his entire body reacting to you before he even processed what you’d said.

“Always have, love.” he admitted, voice strained, almost shy, but so, so sincere.

The second your lips met his, Liam let out the softest moan, barely even a sound, but you felt it. You kissed him deeper, slow and deliberate, drinking in every little sound he made, every tremble of his breath, every slight shift of his hips as he leaned into you. He was already melting, already giving in, and you hadn't even done much yet.

He was warm beneath your touch, pliant in a way that sent a thrill down your spine. When you dragged your tongue against his, the kiss turning wetter, messier, he just whimpered.

You could feel the heat pooling in your stomach at the sound, at how he wasn’t even trying to hold onto control anymore.

When you finally pulled away, his lips were swollen and slick, a thin strand of spit connecting you still. It stretched between you before finally breaking, dripping down his chin.

You let your thumb swipe over the dampness at the corner of his mouth before pressing it past his lips. He let you, his tongue flicking over the tip before you pulled away, dragging your hand down his jaw, tilting his face up so he had no choice but to meet your gaze.

“Look at you,” you murmured, your voice dripping with satisfaction. “So good for me.”

A shiver ran through him at your words, his breath stuttering as he nodded, eyes dark and blown wide with submission. His hands flexed on your waist, as if he wanted to pull you closer but was waiting for permission.

You leaned in, lips brushing the shell of his ear as you whispered, “Mine. Every fucking inch of you.”

A whimper. Low, desperate. His fingers curled tighter around your hips now, his body arching into yours as if he physically needed to be closer, needed more.

“Say it,” you demanded, dragging your teeth along his earlobe before pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses down his neck, sucking just enough to leave your mark. “Tell me who you belong to.”

His head tipped back, exposing more of his throat to you, his pulse fluttering beneath your lips. His voice came out hoarse, almost wrecked. “You. Only you.”

You hummed against his skin, pleased with his answer.

“That’s right,” you murmured, your hand sliding into his hair, tugging just enough to make him groan. “And you love it, don’t you? Love when I take what’s mine?”

His hands tightened on you, his whole body trembling as he nodded frantically, words failing him for a moment before he finally gasped out, “Yeah. Fuck—yeah.”

You pulled back just enough to look at him, his flushed cheeks, the way he was barely holding himself together.

“Gorgeous,” you whispered, trailing your fingers down his jaw, watching the way he leaned into your touch, needing every bit of it. “So fucking gorgeous when you let go for me.”

His breath hitched again, his eyes fluttering shut for a moment before they met yours again, so full of need it sent a thrill down your spine.

“Please,” he rasped, voice barely above a whisper.

You tilted your head, watching him through lidded eyes, savoring the way he was coming undone beneath you. “Please what?” you asked, voice dripping with amusement, dragging your nails lightly down his jaw.

Liam swallowed hard, his breath coming out in shallow bursts. His fingers twitched at his sides, like he was debating reaching for you again but knew better. His lips parted, and for a moment, he just looked at you, his eyes dark, almost pleading.

“Claim me,” he finally choked out. “Please.”

A slow smirk tugged at your lips. “Good boy.”

You reached for his jacket, sliding it off his shoulders, feeling the way he shivered under your touch. His breath hitched when your fingers moved to the buttons of his shirt, undoing them one by one at an agonizing pace. You felt the tension in his body, how he was practically vibrating with need, waiting, hoping you’d give him what he was silently begging for.

But you weren’t about to make this easy for him.

Your hands skimmed over his now-bare chest, gliding over the sharp lines of his collarbones, then his stomach—never lingering, never giving him exactly what he wanted. Just the ghost of a touch, enough to set him on fire but never enough to put it out.

Liam let out a frustrated whine, his head tipping back against the wall. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, his breath shaky. When you dragged your fingertips lower, just barely skimming his hips, he couldn’t take it anymore.

His hand shot out, grabbing your wrist, trying to guide you where he needed you most.

A sharp smack echoed through the space as you slapped his hand away.

“Ah-ah,” you tutted, gripping his chin, forcing him to look at you. His pupils were blown wide, lips parted as he panted softly. “Did I say you could touch?”

Liam bit down on his bottom lip, his entire body going still, as if trying to rein himself in. He slowly shook his head. “No.”

You tilted his chin up further, running your thumb over his jaw, feeling the slight stubble beneath your fingers. “Then don’t.”

He let out a shaky breath, nodding, his hands dropping back to his sides, fisting the fabric of his trousers like it was the only thing keeping him grounded.

“That’s better,” you murmured, leaning in to press a slow, lingering kiss just below his ear, your teeth grazing the sensitive skin there. He shuddered, a quiet moan slipping past his lips as his whole body leaned into you, desperate for more.

Your hand trailed down his chest again, barely there, the tips of your fingers ghosting over his skin. You felt the way his breath hitched, his muscles tensing under your touch. Every nerve in his body was on edge, waiting, hoping.

Your nails scratched lightly over his ribs, just enough to make him shiver, then you tapped your fingers against his stomach in a slow, deliberate rhythm, like you were taking your time deciding what to do with him.

Liam let out a frustrated whimper, his hands flexing at his sides, but he didn’t dare move.

“Fuckin’ torture, this,” he muttered, voice strained, half a plea, half a breathless curse.

You smirked. “Oh? Thought you liked bein’ teased.”

His head tipped back against the wall, a rough exhale leaving his lips. “Not when it’s this bad.”

You chuckled, dragging your fingers lower, just skimming his waistband—then pulling back up. He let out a desperate groan, hips twitching slightly, as if chasing your touch, but he caught himself before he could break the rule again.

“Look at you,” you whispered, scraping your nails back up his torso, feeling the way he tensed under your touch. “So desperate for me, yeah?”

Liam swallowed, nodding, his breath ragged. “Yeah,” he rasped.

Your hand paused right over his stomach, fingers splayed wide, feeling the rise and fall of his breathing. Then, just as he was bracing for more of your teasing, you suddenly gave him what he wanted.

A sharp gasp tore from his throat as your hand finally, finally moved over his trousers, your grip firm, deliberate. His whole body jolted, his head snapping forward, eyes blown wide in shock before his lashes fluttered shut.

“Oh, fuck—” His voice broke around the words, his hands gripping the wall behind him like it was the only thing keeping him upright.

You grinned, leaning in, letting your breath tickle the shell of his ear, as you unbottoned his jeans, slowly sliding them down alongside his underwear. “That what you wanted?”

Liam could barely answer, just nodding frantically, moaning as his head dropped forward onto your shoulder. His body trembled against yours, his breath hot and ragged.

“Good,” you murmured, pressing another kiss to his jaw. “Now be a good boy and take it.”

A broken moan fell from his lips, his hips jerking ever so slightly into your hand. You tightened your grip just enough to make him whimper, and god, if that wasn’t the sweetest fucking sound.

You kissed along his jaw, nipping lightly at the skin before trailing down to his neck, your lips pressing against his pulse point, feeling it race beneath your touch. His whole body trembled, his breath stuttering as he exhaled in a shaky sigh.

“Tell me, baby,” you murmured, dragging your nails lightly up his stomach before gliding your hand back down again, now stroking him a lot faster. “Tell me how much you love this.”

Liam let out a breathy chuckle, shaking his head like he was trying to play it cool, but the way his voice wavered gave him away completely. “You know I do.”

“Do I?” You teased, tilting your head as you slowed your movements, just enough to make him let out a desperate noise of protest. “Say it, then.”

He groaned, tilting his head back against the wall, sucking in a breath. “I love it,” he admitted, voice strained. “Love you—fuckin’ love when you do this.”

You smirked against his skin. “Yeah? Love bein’ mine like this?”

Liam’s eyes fluttered open just slightly, dazed, hazy, his lips parted as he nodded. “Yeah,” he whispered. “All yours, love. Always.”

You hummed in satisfaction, rewarding him with a firmer touch that had him gasping, his whole body arching toward you, like he couldn’t get close enough. His hands twitched like he wanted to reach for you, to hold onto you, but he didn’t which you rewarded with a gentle squeeze.

“Such a good boy for me,” you murmured against his neck before sinking your teeth into the skin there, not enough to hurt, just enough to claim him. The sound that tore from his throat was utterly wrecked, his breath coming out in a shudder.

You kissed over the mark you’d left, soft and slow, a direct contrast to the way his chest heaved beneath you. His body was still trembling, barely holding itself upright.

“You’re perfect,” you murmured, your lips trailing down his throat, your hands still gliding over his skin, teasing, rewarding. “So good for me—always so good for me. Absolutely brilliant.”

Liam let out a choked moan, his head dropping forward until his forehead pressed against your shoulder once more, watching your hand pleasure him.

“I love you like this,” you continued, voice soft but firm, letting each word sink into his skin. “Love how much you need me. Love how much you want me.”

“Fuck, I'm close.” he gasped, his whole body tensing, and you felt him buck his hips more aggressively into your hand.

You quickly sped up your movements, quickly feeling his cock twitch in your hand as he tipped over the edge, falling apart completely, his breath coming out in short, wrecked little pants. You held him through it, grounding him, whispering sweet words into his ear, brushing your lips over his temple, his jaw, his throat.

You let him catch his breath, running your fingers through his hair, soothing him. But then, without much thought, you slowly lifted your other hand—your fingers slightly covered in cum—and brought them to your lips.

Liam barely had time to process what you were doing before your tongue darted out, slowly licking yourself clean.

His lips parted slightly, eyes locked on your mouth, watching every slow flick of your tongue with wide, glassy eyes.

You took your time with it, letting him watch, and when you were done, you just tilted your head, feigning innocence.

He swallowed thickly, still looking completely dazed, his whole body spent—but somehow, he still managed to smirk as he started pulling his kecks back up.

“Should get you jealous more often.”

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head with a little laugh. “Don’t you dare.”

Liam just grinned lazily, still looking pleased with himself, though he still hadn’t moved much, like his limbs had turned to jelly.

You took in the state of both of you, sighing as you straightened up. “Come on, we better find a place to clean up properly.”

Liam groaned, letting his head thump back against the wall. “Can’t we just stay here? I’m knackered.”

You tugged at his wrist, smirking. “Oh yes, let's stay here and wait 'til someone finds some of your spunk on the wall there.”

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to all of you lot ordering sub Liam I hope this was good enough for ya x

[child0feden]

BLACK METAL AUDIO RECOMMENDATIONS

- some soundgasm audio recommendation links that i think sound like people from black metal bands! this list will be updated whenever i find new ones / more :)

some of these might not be spot on because i do not know what some people in the black metal scene sounded like when they were younger in the early 90s / 90s because there was not really all too many video interviews being done and so on! but some of these are what i imagine them to have probably sounded like!

ps, there is not a lot of nordic accent works on soundgasm so i did what i could here lol :(

marko “ nuclear holocausto vengeance ” laiho

m4f - yes sir, i am yours

[ mdom ] [ consensual ] [ spanking ] [ oral ] [ fucking ] [ bondage ] [ blindfold ] [ all three holes ] [ good girl ] a bit of [ praise ] and [ aftercare ]

sub! listener and dom! marko go all out for the first time together, with marko being a major dom and using every hole in one single session whilst still making sure you are okay and know the safe words before giving you some super sweet aftercare when the deed is done <3

m4f - let me watch you masturbate, kitten

[ ramblefap ] [ finnish accent ] [ mdom ] [ improvisation ] [ mutual masturbation ] [ namecalling: kitten, slut, whore, fucktoy ] [ praise ] [ degradation ] [ choking ] [ orgasm commands ] [ listener orgasm ] [ speaker orgasm ] [ cumming on you ] [ real orgasm ] talking about [ fucking you ] [ spanking ] [ hair pulling ] [ cum in pussy ] [ cum in ass ] [ cum in mouth ]

dom! marko tells sub! listener to masturbate right in front of him after the two of you arrive back to your shared apartment from a live beherit show… you sit back against the soft head of your shared bed with your legs spread wide to showcase your cunt and marko sits at the foot of the bed, he teases you and guides you to rub yourself in front of him whilst fisting his own cock to the sight of your fingers rubbing at your own cunt with clear desperation for more but of course, this is just the pre-game before he takes you for real <3

m4f - tied up and blindfolded

[ finnish accent ] [ mdom ] [ fsub ] [ rope play ] [ blindfolded ] [ bondage ] [ petnames: kitten, angel, princess ] [ standing doggy ] [ l-bombs ] [ countdown ] [ fingering ] [ cmnf ] [ spanking ] [ belt sounds ] [ mutual orgasm ] [ listener orgasm ] [ speaker orgasm ] [ good girl ] [ cum in pussy ] [ breeding ] [ praise ] [ degradation ] [ aftercare ]

dom! marko uses both bondage and a blindfold at the same time on sub! listener for the very first time <3

m4f - fucking my submissive pup

[ finnish accent ] [ mdom ] [ consensual ] [ degradation ] but also some [ praise ] [ rough ] [ commanding ] [ submissive listener ] [ namecalling ] [ pup ] [ fuckdoll ] [ whore ] [ slut ] [ pornstar ] [ bitch ] [ face fucking ] [ pussy fucking ] [ ass fucking ] [ anal creampie ] [ listener orgasms ] [ hair pulling ] [ doggy style ] [ kneeling ] [ anal missionary ] [ sounds of fucking ] [ licking your own juices off the floor ] [ ass to mouth ] [ sucking my cock clean ]

dom! marko comes into his private room backstage after a beherit concert to find sub! listener exactly how he told you to be for when he comes to take you all for himself with pent up exhilaration and excitement held inside of him <3

jari “ sodomatic slaughter ” pirinen

m4a - peeing in the woods

switch! listener or dom! listener makes sub! jari hold in his urine all day, throughout his band practice with beherit and then leads him into the privacy of some nearby woods when his band practice ends before kneeling down in front of him, unzipping his jeans, pulling his now aching cock out of his plaid boxers and finally letting him piss all over your face and your body whilst he whines in both relieved pleasure and sharp pain… he tells you it felt so good at the end after the liquid is all out of his system for good and now drenching your face along with your clothes <3

m4a - 5 minutes of edging

[ moaning ] [ whimpers ] [ giggles ] [ precum-eating ]

because of the kind of low quality audio, sub! jari is guided to edge himself by switch! listener or dom! listener as the two of you are on a phone call and separated by quite some distance and this one has an adorable submissive sounding giggle at the end which makes me think of him giggling down the line when you tell him how good he did and how long he did it for <3

øystein “ euronymous ” aarseth

m4a - nnn victory fap

[ ramblefap ] [ i deserve this ] [ breathy ] [ countdown ] [ listening to gwa ] [ real orgasm ] [ dizzy afterwards ] [ nordic accent ]

modern! øystein gets himself off for the first time after deciding to engage in no nut november due to his friends and band mates talking about it all the time and betting that he would not be able to do it <3

m4f and m4m - the facilitator

[ orientation play ] [ threesome ] [ bisexual ] [ mdom ] [ gay male listener ] [ straight female listener ] [ gay to bi ] [ pussy worship ] [ cunnilingus ] [ wet beard ] [ training ] [ handjob ] [ straight sex ] [ cum sharing ] [ nordic accent ]

slight dom! øystein guides slight sub! female! listener and slight sub! male! listener to fuck each other in front of him after teasing both of them! lots of sweet mlm action and helping the male listener figure out his sexuality once and for all <3

or alternatively, despite the fact that the male listener obviously does not speak, it could be listened to as slight dom! øystein being his usual mentor self towards slight sub! bård and teaching his cutest and most loyal employee how to fuck a girl using slight sub! female listener for the first time! lots of sweet mlm action and helping bård figure out his sexuality once and for all <3

the facial hair mention in this one very much made me imagine it being that one era of øystein! that one picture of him with his arms crossed as he looks down at the camera, even more so with bård peaking in the corner in it too lolol :)

m4m - watching you fuck him through your window

[ voicemail ] [ mdom ] [ msub ] [ switch ] [ stalker ] [ yandere ] [ obsessive ] [ ex boyfriend ] [ voyeur ] [ body worship ] mentions of [ threesome ] [ bondage ] [ face fucking ] [ cum with me ] [ nordic accent ]

modern! obsessive! øystein leaves you an interesting voicemail whilst watching you fuck your new rebound through your window <3

this could maybe even be listened to with varg in mind! i think it works quite well for both men :)

vegard “ ihsahn ” tveitan

m4m - uhm…youre what?

[ friends to lovers ] [ roommates ] [ jealousy ] [ arguing ] [ coming out ] [ realisation ] [ confession ] [ straight to gay ] [ l-bombs ] [ first time with a man ] [ blowjob ] [ anal ] [ moans ] [ wet sounds ] [ nordic accent ]

total sweetheart roommate! virgin! vegard accepts you with open arms when you come out to him… and then takes you all for himself after admitting that he was very jealous over the idea of you being with someone else <3

this one could probably be listened to with bård in mind too but vegard just came to mind first due to how soft spoken and sweet sounding the speaker is… so here is the same script as above but with a different speaker that obviously sounds different :)

m4m - sleepover with friends

[ woken up ] [ msub-ish ] [ our friend is sleeping in the room ] [ quiet ] [ blowjob ] [ dubcon ] [ nordic accent ]

kind of sub! vegard wakes up to slight dom! listener having some fun with him whilst your friend is asleep in the very same room and as much as he knows he should stop you from touching him, he just cannot find it in him to push you away <3

this one could definitely be listened to with bård in mind too :)

varg “ count grishnackh ” vikernes

m4f - oral proficiency

[ bilingual ] [ norwegian ] [ university ] [ students ] [ tutor ] [ mdom ] [ degradation ] [ blackmail ] [ blowjob ] [ good girl ] [ nordic accent ]

kind of mean dom! tutor! varg teaches you how to speak norwegian for your study courses, but only if you repay him with something… special and pleasurable <3

and here is that same scrip but m4m instead :)

m4f - just like that

[ mdom ] [ daddy ] [ good girl ] [ explaining dream ] [ blowjob ] [ instructions ] [ foreskin play ] [ perfectionist ] [ encouragement ] [ loving ] [ cuddles ] [ aftercare ] [ raspy ] and [ breathy ] voice [ nordic accent ]

dom! varg awakes from a dirty dream about sub! listener and needs you to replicate what happened in his dream with his guidance before he can go back to sleep <3

gylve “ fenriz ” nagell

m4f - i will hurt you, princess

[ cnc ] [ primal ] [ growls ] [ bondage ] [ blindfold ] [ pain ] [ choking ] [ biting ] [ pussy slaps ] [ cunnilingus ] [ penetration ] [ creampie ] [ aftercare ] [ nordic accent ]

after encouraging gylve to be more dominant during sex with you and encouraging him let out a much more rough side of himself that you know he is holding back from you, he does just that <3

bård “ faust ” eithun

m4f - sex for supper

[ msub ] [ fdom ] [ domestic ] [ kitchen sex ] [ cooking ] [ bent over ] [ hand job ] [ rimming ] [ cunnilingus ] [ spanking ] [ choking ] [ ddging ] [ begging ] [ countertop ] [ cowgirl ] [ l-bombs ] [ good boy ] [ wet sounds ] [ nordic accent ]

extreme sub! bård attempts to cook a favourite meal for dom! listener but burns his tongue whilst taking a quick taste test, you decide that he needs to be punished for causing harm to your property aka his tongue <3

[lumina-649]

Sesshomaru Sucks (Mainly Sesshomaru x Rin)

Yeah. I said it. Fight me. Sesshomaru from Inuyasha freaking sucks and I'm tired of people on the internet acting like he doesn't just because he's married, conventionally attractive, and has kids. I don't even have a problem with the fact people like him. I have a problem with the fact people like him so they try to act like he's not a crappy person. I don't care for any so-called nuance this guy could have. I don't care what 'redemption' he was given. I don't care for any of that. I know for a fact that if this guy was uglier than a toad, you'd all hate him. Ain't no way in heck I'm gonna back down just because y'all are okay with the pairing of this eight year old girl with an adult freaking man.

On top of being a self-centered and careless jerk, he's also a major hypocrite and his (now romantic) relationship with Rin is so off-putting to me. "He isn't abusive to her----" Congratulations, he does the utter bare minimum---is he supposed to win a consolation prize for not being the scum of the Earth? "Oh, but Inuyasha and Kagome have a large age ga---" Inuyasha was mentally & physically (meaning both qualities should be present SIMULTANEOUSLY) the same age as Kagome when they first met. Ironically enough, before the whole Kikyo situation, he was 150 (which alludes to the fact he was a teenager within the realm of his species). The only reason why Inuyasha is chronologically older than he is---is because Kikyo shot an arrow into him that kept him in a state of limbo and being unchanged. Even regarding the overly complicated realm of when and how long it takes for supernatural beings like Inuyasha to age, one thing is for sure----Sesshomaru met Rin when she was LITTLE. "Oh, but he went away for a long time and met her as an adult---" I don't care. Let's really put this into perspective and think of what that fully entails. You're a fully grown adult who knew this person from the time they were eight years old. You then move away for a long time, then return---all for personal reasons. You see the person you knew as a child and meet with them. Would it NOT be considered weird at LEAST if you were to be in that situation and then think, "Hmm, I wanna get with that." In what universe would that context NOT be gross? Who in their right mind would willingly marry someone they used to know as a child while they were an ADULT? At least Inuyasha was mentally and physically a TEENAGER when he first met Kagome. Sesshomaru has known Rin as an adult from the time her age was a SINGLE DIGIT. The fact I even have to explain any of this makes me wonder if I'm in a simulation waiting for Morpheus to wake me up. If it wouldn't be okay for Kagome to wait until Shippo was an adult to have kids with him, why is it okay for Sesshomaru to do that with Rin? It makes no sense. "That's how it was back then---" Still doesn't make it any less gross, bro :) Though, let's say somehow that I am wrong----and that there's nothing wrong with Sesshomaru's relationship with Rin---

NOPE, never mind, he's still a major freaking hypocrite. He gave Inuyasha so much crap for having Kagome with him, hated his own mother for being human, hated his father for being WITH a human----only for him to then turn around, marry a human girl, and then have KIDS WITH HER. So even if everything else that I said before this aspect of the topic is incorrect (which I really don't think it is or will be convinced it's not), you gotta admit that Sesshomaru's behavior + hypocrisy is very slimy. Heck, even if they had her first encounter him as an adult or if he was ALSO kid when they first met---I most likely would've been a lot more receptive to them being a couple. "Oh you must've not watched the show/you have poor reading comprehension---" What else is there to comprehend? A guy married a girl who he knew as an adult when he had first met her when she was EIGHT. He practically raised this girl before letting her go with Kaede. WHAT ELSE IS THERE TO ANALYZE?! "Sesshomaru didn't raise Rin---" Okay, so what the heck was he doing the whole time she was around, then? Because he was protecting her, taking care of her, making sure she had stuff----that sounds like raising a child to me. Pretty sure Rumiko (the creator) even describes him as Rin's hogosha (which means protector). Even if not, the so-called romantic feelings Sesshomaru could've had are never mentioned of when they started forming. But no matter when or how it started, it's still VERY weird because he knew her when she a----say it with me----A SINGLE DIGIT. He still knew her as an adult when she was kid, so even if those 'feelings' were to have only begun when she was (let's say) 18, it's still off. I understand that both Inuyasha and Sesshomaru were previously morally corrupt/murderous beings before undergoing the general direction their stories went in. So as the audience, we tend to forgive things from them we normally wouldn't---especially considering the overall nature of their plot. But if a character is going to be a murderous piece of crap, don't have them be a hypocritical murderous piece of crap and act like we're supposed to forget it afterward. As much as I love the addition of Yashahime (because duh, it's more content that involves characters I like), the romantic relationship between Rin and Sesshomaru felt so unnecessary to me (if not downright disgusting---which it is). Don't get me wrong, Kagome and Inuyasha's relationship is not in any way perfect either, but at least Kagome wasn't freaking EIGHT YEARS OLD.

He really should've just stayed her father figure/caretaker/platonic mentor or something like that. A cold-blooded fiend like Sesshomaru reforming upon learning to care through adopting a child would've made a MUCH better and cuter arc for him than whatever the [BLEEP] this is.

Insult me all you want, but it's the truth. Sesshomaru x Rin is freaking disgusting.

[kakao-lovey]

۶ৎ Haircare priority No. 1: preventing damage

Preventing damage to your scalp and hair follicles is unarguably the most essential part of haircare, and is often overlooked by the very same people that use endless expensive treatments. It does not matter how good your genes are, or how many products you use: if you damage your hair, it will look dull, straw-like, frizzy and discoloured. Note: unfortunately, some of us have bad hair genes, and it can predispose you to dryness, split-ends or oiliness that affects the look NO MATTER how good you take care of it. But, taking measures to protect your hair will almost always make it look much better in the long run, if not perfect. Note No. 2: I am as white as white gets. Wasabi is too spicy for me. My experienced is based on blonde 1b hair, and although these tips are backed by science, some might vary in applicability.

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What not to do

Heat-styling: lovies, if you heat-style your hair, PLEASE try out heatless curls (If you're curling) or AT LEAST use a high-quality heat protectant spray. Heat damage breaks down proteins in the cortex of your hair, which leads to easy breaking, splitting and stiffness. It can also separate the outer cuticle from your hair strand, and that's what makes heat-damaged hair so dry and dull.

Using the hot air to blow-dry: Same principle. Additionally, if you blow-dry until your hair is 100% dry, that means you are actually sucking the moisture out of it.

Air-drying: your hair can absorb up to 30% of it's weight in water, and the longer it has to hold in that water, the more damage there is to the cortex.

Excessive sun exposure: you can get a sunburn on your scalp, actually. Plus, the heat thing comes up again.

Sulphate shampoos: here's the deal. MOST people are OK with sulphate shampoos, and the supposed damage is widely exaggerated, IF you wash your hair as often as you should. If you have to wash every day (For whatever reason), opt for sulphate-free, and use a clarifying shampoo weekly. It is incredibly difficult to find a sulphate-free shampoo that actually works on oily hair, so if your regular one works, stick with it.

Washing too frequently: everyone's hair is different, but every one or two days is excessive. I have the oiliest hair on Earth, but I wash once or twice a week, and I'm fine because my scalp got used to not having to overcompensate for loss of normal sebum.

Scalp-picking: I am guilty as charged. I don't think I even need to explain why this is bad.

Sleeping with wet hair: put your food down, lovies, because your scalp can actually grow mould in those warm, wet conditions. On top of that, you're adding friction to the already sensitive hair strands that are drenched with water.

Friction: last one, I promise. Rubbing your hair harshly with your towel is about the worst thing you can do, and that hair turban thing they do at spas has to come second.

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Blow-dry your hair with cool air: most hairdryers have this setting. The cooler, the better (Even though it takes longer).

Styling with heatless curls

Squeezing and patting your hair dry gently with a cotton towel (Or old shirt, works just as well)

Wearing a high-duty hair sunscreen or a hat when outside for long periods of time: better yet, choose a hat with a silk lining to minimise friction.

Non-sulphate, fragrance-free shampoos: hard to come by, but real gold for your hair.

Washing only a handful of times a week

Getting a fidget toy to keep your hands busy and away from your scalp: I recommend infinity cubes or stress balls.

Using a silk scarf under your religious hair covering, if you wear one

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If you take any of these tips to heart, please let me know by interacting with this post so I can make more haircare-related content. Between high-school and chronic illness, I don't have an overload of free time, but I always make it work!

[lampylampdevil]

I do not know if the anon above is irritated or just marvelling at the way Bluesky blocklists tend to shake out, but I'm gonna take this as an opportunity to say something I've wanted to say somewhere: If you're on Bluesky and say ANYTHING, someone WILL put you on a stupid-sounding blocklist at some point, and it really does not matter.

I'm a VTuber and I mostly post about my streams, and I repost art and the occasional left-aligned political post. As a result of this I am on some people's blocklists! To give some examples:

Several for "Streamers and VTubers are annoying, so I'm blocking them"

One that's "bigots and racists and also weird anime people, anime is very suspicious, pedos like that, don't you know"

Several for "proshippers" (I made a post telling people they shouldn't follow if they're weird and harass-y about what people ship)

One that's "these people were MEAN and also they BLOCKED ME so I bet they SUCK"

One called "Obnoxious, tedious, insufferable leftists", I presume because I liked the posts of someone this person is big mad about

Every single one of these lists is made by total nobodies with no major reach our clout. It really does not matter if I'm on someone's "shitty people who are bad" list when that someone has a dozen followers and posts like they're on Facebook. It has had absolutely no effect on my ability to have a nice time on Bluesky, and I get plenty of responses to my posts from people that want to see them and seem to enjoy picking up what I'm putting down.

I have had friends that have found themselves on lists of "pedo-MAGA-racist-badguys" (but when you inspect the list it's literally full of trans people, and only that, and it's very plainly been put together to be shitty) and have panicked and gotten stressed out about it because oh no, what if people see that they're on a slanderous list and all their friends block them, or what if someone calls their employer?! My two responses to that are, if it's slanderous you can report the list and it'll get taken down.... and honestly, I think once people get used to the way Bluesky's systems work, no one's going to go to Clearsky, put people's names in, see they're on a shitty blocklist and go "Oh no! This queer fanartist that I follow is ACTUALLY a BIGOT, I need to TELL EVERYONE". They're going to go "Huh, wow, they sure pissed someone off, okay" and get on with things, or they're going to get told by other Bluesky users to calm the fuck down if they DO go and get weird about it.

That aside, some of those blocks that I've gotten are legit from people that do not want to see what I'm doing, and that is fine. That is perfectly fine. I am not entitled to the entire world's eyeballs, and randos blocking me because they're not down with my weeb-ass shit has had no impact upon me. The only way I can even be aware of this is by going to Clearsky and.... like... maybe just don't use Clearsky if you're prone to feeling bad about this sort of thing? I know a lot of us have anxiety around people liking us, and don't like rejection, and it can feel bad to find out that you're blocked by someone... but if you're going to use any social media platform to socialize with others, you will eventually annoy someone and eat a block. The faster you learn to let that kind of interpersonal thing go, the happier you will be.

The real takeaway from this, however, is something I have heard from the very beginning of my time on Bluesky: Do NOT use a blocklist that you do not absolutely, positively, entirely trust to remain reliable. A blocklist is only ever as good as the person maintaining it, and it is vulnerable to people sneaking their personal enemies and annoyances onto it. Review what you've subscribed to on a regular basis. They are not a magical cure-all for shitty social media experiences, they are a tool that you can use to filter things. Use your tools wisely, to prevent getting hurt.

Blueskys blocklists are wild. For my maim im on ones listed for weirdos , proshippers, Furries & zoophiles (people who are furries being lulped in with zoophiles), democrats, luddites and an anti porn one that lumps me with crypto bros, Fascists, Donald trump & Elon musk because nsfw is just as bad as those other ones....

I didnt say shit, I just follow artists, share their stuff and my art which my art is always sfw. I am minding my owm business!

Oh but my second account is on 0 lists despite me being very loud about drawing nsfw, being pro kink, proship, sharing much more nsfw etc on that one.

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[devolawrites]

I originally posted this on Twitter, and tbh I'll probably get the worst cringe in a day and delete the thread and this as well but I need people who have commissioned fics from me or at least know my writing to know what the actual mcfuck has been going on with me lately.

Re: status of my fic comms right now.

It's not that I haven't been honest with people, I have been, but probably not as honest bc I haven't been too honest with myself either? I am working on them. They will be finished. I guarantee that. But... I have very high expectations for myself. Ones that are, most likely, unrealistic. I am genuinely running on fucking empty right now and have been for the better part of six months now. Not that I was much better beforehand but it's been the worst in the past 6 months.

I'm very open and honest about being physically ill with fibromyalgia and endometriosis. Chronic migraines. Asthma. Spinal issues and the like. I also have bipolar disorder, ADHD, OCD, C-PTSD and, while not diagnosed, am likely touched by the tism as well. As such, I take (or I should say am supposed to take) a lot of meds daily. I haven't been able to take them bc I've been getting violently ill immediately after taking them and no one can figure out why! I also work full time and have been attempting to finish my masters.

That, right there, is baseline 'what the fuck mary take some time to yourself' but, lol. lmao, even. Then my life fell apart in March. How so?

In the span of one week: someone I considered a family member passed away. I finally allowed myself to be open to someone about how I felt after two horribly abusive situations only to get the kindest, gentlest thing ever said to me while also being turned down INTENSELY. And then found out not even 10 minutes after said FAMILY-ZONED (not even friend zoned FAMILY ZONED do you know how weird it is to tell someone you have feelings for them only to get told 'oh i see you like a sister i've never had' and just wanna die) that your best friend died.

Via fucking Facebook message.

And then that week also be the one year anniversary of my Nana's death which I'm sure still was malpractice but we'll never know for sure and I'm still bitter about it. Needless to say, I spiraled. Very badly.

I was already stressed from paying for fixing my car and finding myself needing the extra money from comms more and more and piling on more work on myself bc lmao bills and making my back log even worse and now I felt horrifically alone and vulnerable and embarrassed. And, to be sure, I still did put work out. But I also struggled with a lot of comms that I genuinely had been excited to take on only to find myself just... unable to do them. For one reason or another. Writers block? Feeling like it wasn't meeting expectations?

I'd ask other writers for help. For suggestions. For feedback. For other angles to approach shit. And I got fantastic advice. And still, nothing budged. I literally had burnt myself out and was still trying to run on empty. On fucking fumes. And I still am. And, I'll be honest, it also did sorta sting when I'd finally get work posted and then I'd just... idk. Feel like it flopped. Either with the person who comm'd it or with people in general and that's bc of how Twitter's algorithm hates creators but it's hard to not internalize.

And it made wanting to write and wanting to work on things so much harder because it became less and less about wanting to do something I genuinely enjoy and wanting to smush yalls Barbies around and felt like an obligation with no reward. And that's not yalls fault, truly. But I internalize that shit really hard and take it as a 'you're not doing this right, no wonder people would prefer others write shit and not you, you can't keep up the schedule you made for yourself.' Which is why my timeline even changed in March.

I tried to make a more realistic turnaround time, with the same disclaimers. I even mentioned to people that they'd be on a WAITLIST. And I still feel like I'm not working fast enough. Not because of any pressure from those who have paid. But my own brain. And it sucks.

Because it's making me spiral and making it even worse and it's a snake eating its own tail because if I can just get out of this fucking cycle of doubting myself and feeling like it's not gonna be worth it, I can conquer this shit. I owe so many people so much and I just... I feel horrible. I know that I should refund like, most if not all of you at this point. I just haven't had the funds to be able to do that, tbfh. I only just was able to get caught up on bills these past 2-3 checks. And if you want a refund, please, tell me! I'll do it!

But I think once this batch I have currently listed on Trello is completed, I'm closing comms for a good fucking long while. And learning how to actually enjoy my writing again. Because right now, I don't. I don't enjoy sharing my work and getting no boosts. No comments. Kudos are nice, don't get me wrong, and I love every single kudos that I get, when I get them. But it's hard to not let the self doubt and self critique fester. And again, this is not any of yalls fault. It's my own. And I don't know how to fix it, tbh.

So, once these comms are up, it's gonna just. Stop. I'll probably work on my own stuff, but I didn't even do any of the ship week content that I wanted to do (wolchefant, wolcred, wolmeric OR wolstinien) because I didn't want to upset those who I owed work to.

So, that's the state of me as a fic writer right now. It's more theory than practice, at this point, and I'm just... I'm trying, I really am. I have so many drafts in my google docs right now and I hate everything I've written so much that I'm starting from scratch every time.

Which is why the Trello has, for the most part, stood still. I'm not blowing you guys off. I just genuinely have nothing to show. And I'm sorry.

[capricioussun]

Luck and Cue!! I love those guys!

I'll start with what they do! Cue handles the more professional stuff, and inner workings of the family, while Luck is more like an ambassador, checking in on local business they're "partnered" with, befriending even those they're not, doing his best to make Aster a name with predominantly positive association for most.

Honestly not too dissimilar to how the Mafiafell brothers' work dynamic functions, too, except Cue handles the more official publicity type of stuff, and Luck usually handles the, uh. "Sensitive matters".

As for their relationship, it's still pretty good, if maybe a bit more distant than classic US. They do still look out for each other, that loyalty is absolutely still there, but things are just...a little stilted between them. Almost not as close as brothers, sort of more like very good old friends, but not entirely. A little hard to explain, but they do know each other very well, even with the rift that'd grown after having the torch passed to them.

Luck is a bit of a brat and loves to do things for the sole purpose of annoying Cue, however he learned very early on Cue wouldn't bail him out if he really wanted to teach him a lesson and is careful about taking things "too far".

Cue, while caring deeply for his brother, feels like entertaining his more rebellious nature is just coddling or humoring him, and he doesn't want to encourage that, so he can be a bit hard on him, but whose to say that isn't deserved?

They tend to step on each others toes, and neither really wanted to live this kind of life and sort of had it forced on them unexpectedly, but they cope with that in entirely different ways. Though it's still significantly better for both than it'd be if either had to do it alone, that's for sure

[orcelito]

Super sexy me is so sexy I accidentally set off the fire alarm while baking pie shells for my pumpkin pie. And now I don't know if I should've even baked them in the first place. But well. Too late now 👍

[panelshowsource]

"the varnishing days is one of the best shows i've ever seen" "yeah, fantastic, flawless" "flawless but that does not mean we respect john and i'm sure we will bully him"

i'm obsessed with ed saying he's going to a certain restaurant in september, like imagine when this was recorded and ed has a reservation a year out hahaha so on brand

miriam margolyes went on romesh's radio show and was surprised to learn he's a comedian? i need to see that lmao

"japanese feet have no ghosts"

the tasting menu doesn't start until literally 40 minutes in omg 😂

i thought it was sweet when john wasn't sure what label & pronouns ed's wife uses and carefully said "partner" and "they" aww

"there's a thing that you do, john: you can be earnest to the point that it's very funny"

"i like hot coffee, can't drink cold coffee. like even if i have a sip and it's cold, it's done" "john, you arrived here today drinking an iced latte"

🗣️ AM I IN A COURTOOM OR A RESTAURANT HERE? BECAUSE IT FEELS LIKE I'M IN A RESTAURANT. THERE'S A GORILLA ABOUT TO DROP DOWN AND SUCK ME OFF AT SOME POINT. I'M EATING CRACKERS AND LIVER WITH COFFEE, AND THERE'S 12 PEOPLE ON A BENCH LOOKING AT ME, LAWYERS WANDERING AROUND, WAITERS WANDERING AROUND. AND LET'S NOT FORGET THERE'S A FUCKING GENIE WHO WON'T LEAVE MY SIDE. 🗣️

"do you think matisse would like to meet mike wozniak" picasso would have destroyed matisse in taskmaster i'm sorry to say

i'm screaming at john saying he met sam campbell's parents so sam "just makes sense" hahahaha what does that mean!!! anyways john saying sam was an asshole to him the first time they met and it turns out sam was just being his weird, "overfamiliar" self hahahaha john is sooooo sensitive it's adorable tbh "HE PLAYS GAMES...AND HE LAUGHS ABOUT IT" hahahaha

samolema

john kearns said ‼️stream toni erdmann‼️

RUFUS WAINWRIGHT MENTION (AGAIN) STREAM POSES

"i like my cucumber like i like my water: still. i don't trust a moving cucumber 😐"

In an Off Menu first, we invite a previous guest back to the Dream Restaurant. But they’re not choosing their meal – they're being served another guest's choices. This is the first Tasting Menu episode with fan favourite John Kearns.

[ms-newvegas]

I need female friends soooo badly especially women friends who are only into other women because a lack of these things is making me feel fucking crazy and very isolated and depressed.

[imaginarypasta]

like let me be clear. it's nostalgia-poisoned market products when they’re bad and insightful uses of adaptation and medium when i like them

[popodoki]

Just so you know I am not ignoring you guys!! I am however going through it (have been for the last several months) haha bear with me? ദ്ദി (￣▽￣||)

No worries, let's all hope my spark returns from the war soon and I stop being an empty husk xoxo

your continued asks/requests/kudos etc mean the world to me and so do all my online besties!! I'm truly sorry I am bad at showing it and my coping mechanism when life goes to shit is very pretty much to retreat and stfu/pretend nothing is wrong/tell no one/just skedaddle and stay quiet till I'm better so far no good but w/e

Here's hoping 2025 is the year I return to society! (⸝⸝⸝╸▵╺⸝⸝⸝) づ♡