#but like. bleach had these!!! i feel insane when i talk to people about it bc it feels wveryone forgot.

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the difference between bleach and a lot of 90s/2000s shounen is that it had elements of truly excellent, subtle writing and compelling female characters who had interesting relationships between one another, which is what makes its downfall into the worlds most boring typical battle shounen that much more of a tragedy

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Strangers

Summary : part two to Kodzuken in my DMs (press), although i wrote it in a way that reading part one isn’t necessary. The only context you need is that x reader is a small instagram influencer. This chapter is about them hanging out together, doing stuff and Kenma pondering how to make you his girlfriend :)

→ Warnings: smut,cursing (Fluff) 🎧

Kenma loved every conversation with you and couldn't get enough. Each text left him wanting you more ; you were just so… interesting. He was completely amused and infatuated with you. 

The fact that he also thought you were a total smoke show was a bonus as well. It was like having the best of both worlds – someone who was not only interesting to talk to but also insanely attractive.

He daydreamed about you a lot, whether he was grocery shopping and saw the drink you told him you like, or glancing at his screen every few minutes hoping you’d reply. He also thought about you, at other times. With one last whimper he flopped onto his bed, exhausted, reaching for the tissues.

He couldn’t help himself; everything you said, every picture you sent, every time you spoke during a call, made him feel a certain way. Your words, your voice, and your beauty all had a profound effect on him, stirring emotions he couldn't ignore. Each interaction left him more captivated, more infatuated with you, and he found himself constantly thinking about you during his alone time late at night. 

Kenma kept breathing heavily due to his exhaustion from his high, feeling his eyelids growing heavier. 

“Fuck, wish you were here.” He whispered to no one, hoping it could reach you. 

He just felt so, so fucking lucky. Not only were you everything he asked for, your university was also ridiculously close to his place, so you didnt live far either. It was as if everything was perfectly set up for you to get together. 

He’s a logical man, he wouldn’t be hopeful if the probabilities of you being together were low, but each day he was growing  more and more impatient.

He didn't know if he was doing the flirting thing right, but he assumed he must be doing something right since you agreed to go out with him a couple of times over the few weeks of knowing each other.

Over text you could talk together so much, no conversation was boring with you. But he spend the entire evening of your first date just staring at you in awe. You honestly looked better up close than in your pictures, he didnt know that was possible. He could tell you were a little nervous since you talked about everything and anything that came to mind. Your constant chatter was endearing, revealing your anxiousness in a way that made him sheepishly smile. It was clear you were trying to fill the silence, and he found your efforts adorable. 

Thankfully, when you talk you’re not that in touch with your surroundings, so maybe he got away with staring. 

Lying down in his bed, he smiled a little at the memory. He drifted off to sleep, knowing he’d get to see you again tomorrow. The thought brought him a sense of calm as he finally succumbed to his exhaustion.

Kenma has always been observant of people, a skill that served him well during his high school volleyball days. Old habits die hard, and his keen observation hasn’t faded. But now, it’s working against him as he watches you wrap your lips around the coke bottle, his eyes fixated. It makes him wish he were that bottle.

You noticed his eyes lingering.

"Ken', are you okay?" you asked.

"Hm? What?" he replied, caught off guard. 

He invited you to his house for a date night, away from the crowds. The past few times you went out together, you were stared at due to his presence, and he noticed it made you a little uncomfortable. He knew exactly how that felt. Back in high school, he had even bleach-damaged his long beautiful raven locks just to avoid standing out. Though he's an introvert himself, he eventually got used to the public attention fame brings and learned how to tune it out. But he understood that it's not something everyone can easily adapt to. He wanted to ensure you felt at ease, so inviting you to his house seemed like the best way to enjoy each other's company without any unwanted attention. 

"You were staring, Ken," you chuckled.

The way you said his nickname was smooth and sweet, giving him chills. Your seductive voice held him utterly entranced. 

“Can’t help it. You’re too pretty.” He said, leaning down to peck your lips. 

You shared a few kisses, both gentle pecks and passionate ones, but it never went further than that. You didnt know each other long enough for it to go further than that. 

You smiled against his lips and he swore his heart skipped a beat. You don’t know what you do to him. He was completely and utterly at your mercy, like putty in your hands. 

He knew that if someone who knew him well, like Kuroo, saw him interacting with you, they wouldn’t believe it was the same Kenma. 

He surprised himself, honestly. Kenma wasn’t used to being this gentle; he was more familiar with hearing his friends call him a bit intimidating or too straightforward. Though he wouldn't admit it, he kind of enjoyed leaning into his scariness. He also really enjoyed making fun of his friends, if he didn’t throw shit at Kuroo at least once it’d be a bad day. He took particular delight in finding the perfect moments to attack in his monotone voice, and Kuroo was often his favorite target. 

Honestly, you couldn’t believe that the guy taking you out, showering you with gifts and compliments, taking photos of you when you asked, and offering to help you with everything, was the same guy famous for his streams being the definition of chaos. The contrast was striking, and you wondered if you’d get to see both sides eventually. 

"Ken? Should we clean up and watch a movie?" you whispered softly, your face just inches from his.

"Mmhm," he murmured, his voice low and warm. "How about I wash the dishes while you pick out a movie?" His eyes lingered on yours, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

You shook your head, "No, I'll do it. You paid for the food."

He smiled, appreciating your gesture. "Alright," he said, leaning back a bit. "But next time, it's my turn to clean up."

With a playful nod, you headed to the kitchen, feeling his gaze follow you.

He snickered, enjoying the view as you walked away.

Kenma often found himself questioning whether his opinions of you were merely a romanticized version he had created in his mind, or if you truly were that perfect for him. He couldn't help but wonder if his feelings were clouding his judgment, making you seem even more flawless than you actually were. The way you made him feel was undeniable, but he often pondered whether his perception was influenced by his own desires and hopes.

He mentally shook his head—no, that’s not how his mind operated. Kenma was to his core, a realist, often setting himself up for disappointment by meticulously analysing every detail. There was no idealized version of you in his mind; it was simply you. He couldn’t find any flaws because, to him, there genuinely were none.

He knew sooner or later he’d have to officially make you his. The thought of it made his heart race with anticipation and excitement. 

The fact that you were still technically available made him simmer with jealousy, despite the unspoken understanding between you that you were unofficially exclusive. He knew he needed to change the 'unofficial' part, though.

He didn't know what got over him, but something compelled him to go after you. An irresistible urge surged through him, driving him to follow you into the kitchen.

You were washing the last plate, completely lost in your thoughts, when you were suddenly brought back to reality by the feel of two hands gently gripping your waist and a head resting on your shoulder. The warmth of his touch and the closeness of his presence sent a shiver down your spine, pulling you out of your reverie. His breath was soft against your ear, and you could feel his heartbeat against your back, grounding you in the moment.

“Well, hello there,” you chuckled, your voice light and amused, hiding your nervousness.

“You smell so good,” he murmured, his voice muffled against the crook of your neck. The warmth of his breath tickled your skin, sending tingles through you. His arms tightened around your waist slightly, pulling you closer as he nuzzled into your neck. You could feel the steady rhythm of his breathing and the gentle press of his lips against your skin.

You giggled in response. 

“I’m almost done with these. Did you pick a mo—” you were suddenly interrupted by his grip tightening on your waist, bringing you closer, followed by the sensation of wet, lingering kisses being placed on the back of your neck.

“Kenma, what are you doing?” You asked, your voice firm and low. 

"Whatever you want me to. If you want, I'll stop," he replied matter-of-factly, his breath warm against your neck. His hands remained firmly on your waist, but he eased up slightly, giving you the space to decide.

You paused.

"I want... I want more."

Kenma's eyes lit up. "More?" he echoed quietly, a spark of excitement and anticipation in his voice. His grip on your waist tightened once again, his lips hovering just above your skin as he awaited your next move, eager to fulfill your desire.

“Mhmm,” you nervously replied, still gripping the plates. Your heart raced as you felt him grin against your neck, anticipation building with every second.

“Well, if you want more, I'll give you more,” Kenma murmured, his voice low and full of promise. His hands slid up your sides gently, and his lips resumed their trail of kisses along your neck, making your heart race even faster.

His hands slid under your shirt, over your bra, an action that made you set the plates down in the sink gently. The feel of his touch sent a sense of calm through you, and you leaned back into him; an action that made him smirk against your neck.

He played with the textured lace of your bra, his fingers tracing the delicate fabric as if asking for permission to go further. You nodded, neither of you making a sound, the tension between you too much to make a sound. His fingers, encouraged by your silent approval, continued their exploration with more confidence.

He stopped at the hook of your bra, bringing both hands to unclip your bra in one swift motion.

The ease with which he did it made you wonder how much practice he had. His fingers moved so skillfully, it seemed almost instinctual. But don't worry; it was just a fluke. Even he was surprised by it. In reality, he was navigating this new territory with as much uncertainty as you were. The chemistry between you made everything feel natural, even though his heart was pounding just as hard as yours.

When your bra was completely off, with just a little bit of hesitation his hands approached to cup your breasts. His touch was tentative at first, fingers lightly tracing over them as if he were memorizing every curve. 

"Fuckin' perfect perky tits." he mumbled against your neck, almost as if he were talking to himself. His breath was hot against your skin, and the words came out in a hushed, reverent tone.

You could only giggle in response. 

He pulled one hand out from under your shirt, cringing as the sudden cold air hit his skin, a stark contrast to the warmth you provided.

With one hand still drawing circles around your chest, he brought the other one in front of you, his middle and ring finger just before your mouth. His silent request was clear, so he eagerly waited for you to part your lips. 

"Say it," you said, a sudden confidence overcoming you.

"Hmm? Say what?" he replied, his voice tinged with curiosity and anticipation.

"Say what you want me to do," you commanded softly, challenging him to voice his desires.

"Oh yeah? Okay then. Suck ‘em," he said with a chuckle, his fingers practically pushing your lips open. The playful command, combined with the gentle pressure of his fingers, sent a thrill through you. You parted your lips, letting his fingers slide in, and the taste of his skin filling your mouth.

He was still pressed up against your back, and throughout this entire exchange, it was the only time he was glad he couldn’t see your face. He knew he didn't have the self-control to hold back if he saw your pretty, pouty lips wrapped around his fingers like that. The thought alone was enough to drive him wild, but the feel of your mouth on his fingers, warm and inviting, was almost too much to bear.

Eventually, much to his displeasure, he had to remove himself from your mouth.

His sticky, saliva-covered fingers quickly slipped back under your shirt before you could notice. Meanwhile, his other hand traveled just below the waistband of your sweats, tracing the small bow on your panties.

With the fingers that were mere moments ago in your mouth he started gently tracing your nipple, slightly pinching it in the process, causing you to mewl oh so quietly. 

He had to bite down on your neck to quickly ground himself. Hearing you make a noise, even if it was barely audible, for the first time had him battling every instinct to not pounce on you that same instant. The soft sound made him want to hear it more, and he struggled to maintain control, every fibber of his being yearning to give in to the moment. He was so hard it was aching. 

He couldn’t help himself. While maintaining the rhythm of his fingers, he began gently grinding against you, unable to resist the overwhelming urge.

“Fuck, baby. I never knew it could feel this good, never felt this good with anyone. ” he quickly mumbled, his voice whiney, almost a whimper. 

You couldn’t even process the new pet name, you were clenching around nothing and aching for attention too much. 

You couldn’t even remember the last time you were touched like this. Kenma had his own struggles with love due to his fame, and although you were locally known at best, it didn’t mean you didn’t attract a bunch of insecure boys. Men who claimed they didn’t care about the online attention you received would quickly change their tune when they saw how many men were in your comments. Some even used you to boast to their friends about talking to you. As a result, every experience you had prior to this one felt completely one-sided. They didn’t care if you felt good or not, as long as they got off. Your last boyfriend couldn’t even make you come once in the entire three months you were together.

But Kenma was different. Kenma wasn’t insecure, and his feelings for you, although attraction based at first, were real now. His touch was filled with genuine desire and hunger, making you feel truly seen and wanted, craved even. The contrast was striking,and it made all those past experiences fade into insignificance.

“Kenma?” you said breathlessly, your voice trembling with anticipation.

“Mhmm?” he responded, his voice husky he continued to touch you. 

“Please. Wanna come,” you pleaded, your need evident in every word. The desperation in your voice only fueled his own, making him more determined to bring you to the edge.

“Don’t have to tell me twice, pretty,” he said, his voice filled with urgency. The hand that had been teasing the edge of your cute panties slipped inside, his fingers skillfully finding their way to your most sensitive spot.

He paused for a moment as his fingertips brushed against your entrance. “You’re fucking soaked,” he murmured, a hint of awe and satisfaction in his voice.

“Maybe you’re doing something right, then,” you replied with a teasing smile, your voice a mix of playful and breathless. 

“Maybe I am,” he teased back, a smirk playing on his lips as his middle finger began making gentle circular motions on your bundle of nerves using your own juices to lubricate it. It was so lewd. The sensation was like nothing you’ve felt before, making you gasp and lean further into him.

‘Fucking gamer hands.’ You thought to yourself. 

As his fingers continued their rhythmic movements, you could feel the intensity building within you, every movement bringing you closer to the edge. Your breaths grew shallower, your heart racing as you surrendered to the overwhelming sensations he was creating. His other hand, still wet and playing around with your nipple, only fueled the buildup. 

Kenma’s eyes never left what he could see of your face, watching every expression. You couldn’t meet his gaze, eyes closed in pleasure. If you could, you’d be terrified by the dark, feline-like stare he wore. His eyes were intense, predatory, and focused entirely on you, taking in every detail of your reaction. The sight of you, lost in feeling because of him, only spurred him on. 

He could tell you were close.

He whispered softly in your ear, “Let go for me, pretty,” his voice a mix of command and tenderness. His assured yet gentle words urged you to surrender. 

The rhythmic circles on your sensitive spot grew more insistent and you could feel the tension building, a powerful wave approaching.

His free hand roamed your body, adding to the sensations. You felt completely surrounded by him—his presence, his touch, his voice—all combining to create an experience unlike any you had known.

As the intensity built, your breaths became ragged, your body trembling with anticipation. Kenma’s dark, intense eyes never left your face, capturing every expression and quiver of pleasure.

 “Let go,” he repeated, his voice now a husky murmur, filled with urgency and promise. His touch and words were irresistible, and you finally surrendered, giving in to the overwhelming pleasure.

Loud whimpers filled the house as your muscles tensed from the sensation. The intense pleasure made it impossible to stay quiet, each sound escaping your lips adding to the excitement. Your whole body tightened, responding to the waves of ecstasy, leaving you breathless and trembling in Kenma's arms.

He finally turned you around, taking a good look at your face. His eyes roamed over your features, taking in every detail—the flushed cheeks, the parted lips, the dazed expression in your eyes. He smiled to himself, proud of his work.

“Was it good?” he asked, gently cupping your face. His thumb brushed lightly over your cheek, his eyes searching yours for an answer. Not that there was any doubt in his mind it wasn’t. 

“Are you joking? That was the best one I’ve had in a long time.” you replied breathlessly , a satisfied smile spreading across your face.

Your arms wrapped around him and he followed suit. You stayed like that for a couple of minutes, you calming down from your high and him holding you through it.

His fingers gently stroked your back, a soothing gesture that further eased you into a state of complete relaxation.

“Ken?”

“Yeah?” he responded, his voice gentle and attentive.

“I’m on the pill, you know,” you said, your voice teasing but clear.

He grinned slyly, “Oh yea? And why are you telling me this?” 

You stood on your tiptoes, gently pulling him closer by the collar. His eyes widened slightly in surprise, but he didn't resist, his breath hitching as you leaned in close. Your lips brushed against his ear, and you whispered, "Because I wanna go to your room so you can ruin me."

He hid his surprise and excitement, taking a step back. "Sorry, I don’t fuck strangers." He lied.

You were confused. "Strangers?" you echoed, your voice tinged with hurt and uncertainty.

“Well, yeah,” he said, leaning on the counter. “So unless you wanna be my girlfriend, it’s a no for me.” He smirked, watching your face change from confusion to realization.

The initial hurt faded, replaced by a mix of surprise and excitement. "Girlfriend?" you repeated, your voice softening. 

“Mmhm.” He replied with anticipation. 

A smile appeared on your face. “Oh, fuck you. I thought you were going to kick me out or something. Couldn't you ask like a normal person?”

He chuckled, clearly amused by your reaction. “Where’s the fun in that?” he teased. “So, what’s it going to be? Girlfriend?”

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn’t hide your grin. “Yes, Kenma. I’ll be your girlfriend.’ 

“Good,” he murmured, leaning in to kiss you softly. “Now, about ruining you...”

You looked up at him seductively. “Gonna have to catch me first.”

Before he could process what you said, you quickly turned and ran to the bedroom, laughing.

“Don’t run so loud, you’re annoying,” he called after you, a huge grin plastered across his face as he followed you.

Kenma genuinely lost count of how many times he came in you that night. 

𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖𝕤 ↓。

a bunch of ppl requested anonymously for this to be a smut chapter, so I’m delivering lmaoo, you animals. (ILY THANK U FOR THE SUPPORT) Tags : @nazwrites-2002 @nishayuro @nnnyxie If u wanna get tagged in my next fic abt Suna or if u want a part 3 lmk <3

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Hello!!! I LOVE your writing!!! I was wondering, since all I have seen is people request Miguel oneshots, could you do a Grimmjow one? I saw some in your kinktober and fell in love!!!!

Maybe something where like good girl likes bad boy troupe at college and whatnot. Where Grimmjow wants to keep his relationship with you a secret but when he and the reader spend alone time in his dorm he has the reader screaming his name and everyone finds out?

If you do write this request, thank you!!!!

Haha, thank you! Miguel is still super popular and I am head over heels for that man, but here me out, fam. The next season of Bleach, our boy GRIMMJOW RETURNS!!!

Be sure to see a wave of smut and requests come in for that fine, insane man~

Also, so sorry this was late! I'm still trying to catch up to last month's requests!

Warning: MINORS DNI, Smut, p in v, dirty talk, rough sex, begging, cockwarming, overstimulation

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No one would believe that anyone from the famous Espada gang would settle down. Each one of them were horrible gang members and trouble makers throughout the campus; they only settled with one night stands or anyone from their gang.

Grimmjow seemed like one of them, but in fact, he was the exception. The Sexta Espada had a dark secret. Grimmjow had fallen in love with the sweetest and most angelic girl in school, you. You were his polar opposite, and Grimmjow loved tainting you.

The moment you both crossed paths, Grimmjow only sought you out as another one night stand. He used his usual antics to get close to you; flirting, pressuring, anything to get into your pants, but you proved otherwise.

You always saw the best in everyone, including Grimmjow. Your sweet personality ended up causing Grimmjow to question his decision. You easily fell in love with Grimmjow, but Grimmjow was feeling bad about fooling you.

Eventually, Grimmjow was swayed by you and wanted to know more about you. He wanted to keep this a secret, so he met with you privately. Grimmjow loved your presence. He loved how innocent you were and how delicious it would be to taint you.

"Grimmjow, I need to go to class, hehe." You giggled as his arms stayed around your waist.

"Just another minute. You can miss one class," He whispered, landing gentle kisses against your neck, "Let me show you a good time, (Y/N), it won't hurt." He hummed.

"But my grades-"

"Are higher than everyone else in this damn college. You could easily make it up," Grimmjow smirked as he nibbled against your ear, "We've been datin' for two months. Let me reward you for dealin' with me~" He said with a dark chuckle.

You huffed your cheeks out, glancing at his lustful eyes. You wouldn't lie if his swords didn't make you wet. You had been eager for this moment, wanting to have Grimmjow sweep you off your feet. You just felt like you were doing something wrong.

"A-Are you sure...we can?" You whispered, covering your face slightly.

Grimmjow's smirk widen as he pulled you closer, gripping your ass in response.

"My entire dorm is empty right now. I'll be quick so you won't miss your next class, or when the next person comes in." He said sweetly, knowing how easily you gave into him.

"Okay,"

Grimmjow felt like he won the lottery. Holding his precious, innocent girlfriend's hand, Grimmjow led you to his dorm. He wasn't lying when he said it was empty. Taking you to his room on the sixth floor, Grimmjow made sure to lock the door.

Grimmjow didn't even hesitate to have his hands roam your body. You whined softly as he lifted you on the bed, trembling from anticipation.

"Keep shaking like that and I'll make sure you don't go to your next fucking class," He said with a low rumbling groan.

You could only feel your cheeks grow hotter as Grimmjow started to kiss you roughly. His tongue forcing its way inside your mouth, battling your tongue for an easy dominance. You attempted to grip his ripped shirt, wanting to catch your breathe.

Grimmjow had always given you rough kisses, claiming that he enjoyed your blissed out expression, but this was something more. Panting heavily as Grimmjow broke the kiss, leaving a trail of saliva, you saw the hunger in his eyes.

"Fuck, I'm gonna make you feel so fuckin' good, babe," He said with another groan, already removing your shirt.

"T-Try to take it slow, please?" You begged softly. Grimmjow proceeded to kiss your neck as his hands grouped your breasts,

"If you keep beggin', I just might."

You shivered at his words, moving your neck to the side to give him more access. The anticipation was making your panties soaked. Gasping, you whimpered a soft moan as Grimmjow undid your bra and started to pinch against your nipples.

"Fuck, you even sound sexy,"

You were bitting your lip as Grimmjow started to suck and play with your breasts. You raised your hips slightly, wanting some friction. Grimmjow resisted a chuckle as he pressed his hips against yours, grinding against your clothes cunt in a deep and rough pace.

"G-Grimm~ G-Grimmjow!" You pleaded, moaning softly as you felt your core burn hotter.

"Fuck, babe. I gotta fuckin' prep you for my dick but you're makin' this difficult." Grimmjow hissed, spreading your legs wider as he rutted against you, "Do you want me to break ya?"

"M-Maybe?" You whimpered, undoing your belt for him.

Grimmjow was cussing mentally as he watched you take off your pants. Oh, how he was going to enjoy fucking the angel of the college. Everyone had wanted to get a taste of you and here he was, about to fuck the life out of his precious girlfriend.

"Fuck," Grimmjow cussed as he stared at your soaked panties, "Just for me." His smirk widen.

You felt embarrassed as Grimmjow started at your pussy. You glanced away, but gasped softly as he pulled you in for another kiss. This time, he was sweeter as he took off your underwear. You squirmed at the cold air, but it immediately faded as Grimmjow's hands started to rub your clit.

"Ah~ G-Grimmjow~" You cried out, feeling your core about to burst.

"Already? How fuckin' slutty," Grimmjow chuckled lowly as his fingers rubbed circles around your clit harsher, "Does my lil girlfriend wanna cum that bad? Haven't even gotten to the main course and yer about to cum already, so naughty."

Feeling your vision blur as you orgasm, you moaned his name loudly. His words had stirred something within you, making you burst and shake in pleasure.

"Now, now, what a bad girl. Imma hafta punish ya," Grimmjow chuckled darkly as he took his pants off.

You whimpered lowly as Grimmjow spread your legs wider. His fingers entered your hole, causing you to cry and moan. He had two fingers pump into your tight gummy walls, prepping you for the main course. You trembled as you felt your core burn up again as your pussy convulsed around his fingers.

"G-Grimm, r-right t-there-" You stuttered, moving your hips to his thrusting figners.

"Awe, gonna cum again? Well, not yet, baby." Grimmjow chuckled as he took his fingers out and licked them clean, "Fuck, you taste so fuckin' sweet."

"G-Grimmjow! P-Please~" You begged, moving your own hands to your clit. Grimmjow took you hands away and held them above your head,

"Tsk, tsk, I'm treatin' ya today. Now, be a good fuckin' girl and don't move." He said with a groan.

You arched your back in response as Grimmjow started to poke his tip against your folds. Your eyes widen as he slowly pushed in, stretching you out. You whined and whimpered, shaking from the uncomfortable feeling.

"Shh, just relax," Grimmjow cooed in your ear before kissing you sweetly.

Normally, he would have just quickly fucked all prior girls, but you were different. Grimmjow wanted to keep you forever. He truly loved you and was afraid that you would leave him one day because of his attitude and reputation.

Honestly, you deserved so much better than him. Which made this all the more fun for Grimmjow to have you as his.

"G-Grimm~" You moaned as his dick kissed your cervix.

Grimmjow glanced down at your blissed out expression, drinking in every minute of it. He kept your legs spread as he stayed pinned against your poor, aching pussy. It was difficult for him to stay still. You were sucking his dick so much, begging for movement.

"Yer makin' this hard, babe." Grimmjow hissed as he returned to your breasts.

It was cute how you tried to move, whining and begging for him. This was so deliciously out of character for you. Grimmjow had finally tainted you, making you his. Of course, he was going to enjoy every moment of you begging for his dick. The school's angel, crying out to be fucked by one of its devils.

Grimmjow made sure to make you wait, just as long as he did. After a few minutes, you were fucked out and nearly drooling for movement. Your pussy was burning as it kept sucking Grimmjow's dick and soaking the bedsheets under them.

"So fuckin' wet, babe. I think yer finally ready, are ya?"

"Yes! P-Please, Grimmjow!"

"Please what?"

"P-Please, fuck me." You cried, reaching out for him, "R-Ravish my pussy with your dick."

"Fuck, you're such a good fuckin' girl to me," Grimmjow hissed before kissing you again.

You gasped and moaned into the kiss as Grimmjow finally started to slap his hips against yours. The emptying feeling before he bottomed out, made you cum again instantly. Moans were escaping your moan louder and louder the more he shoved his cock inside you.

Honestly, you felt fucked out already and cock drunk. All you wanted was to keep feeling his dick pound against your sweet spot, filling you up with each thrust. You swore you could feel stars as you kept squeezing him for more.

"Yer not lettin' go of me, ha," Grimmjow chuckled as he gripped your waists tightly, "Want me to really taint this pretty pussy of yours?"

"Mhm~ Y-Yes~" You begged, your words started to slur.

"Look how fucked dumb you are already, screamin' my name out like a horny slut. Fuck," Grimmjow winced as he felt his high approaching, "Fuck, I fuckin' love ya, (Y/N). I just wanna stay like this forever, you in my embrace," He hissed lowly.

"Ah~ G-Grimmjow!" You moaned, reaching another orgasm. Your body was starting to shake from overstimulation.

"That's right. Yer mine." Grimmjow hissed as he coated your insides white, "Remember that."

Pulling out slowly so he could admire his work, Grimmjow chuckled as you shook from the cold. His cum dripping out of your drenched and abused pussy while it clenched for air. Stroking your cheek, Grimmjow pecked your lips before he carried you into his private bathroom,

"See, yer still good for yer next class.." He said with a chuckle. You wrapped your arms around his next, shyly glancing away,

"E-Enough...for another...r-round?" You whispered. Grimmjow just did a u-turn to his bed,

"What a naughty girl," He chuckled, rubbing your overstimulated clit, "Ya know that yer gonna be even more sensitive this time around right? Yer body will break."

"I-If it's you...I don't mind." You said, covering your face.

Grimmjow groaned as he pounced on you, making sure that you were really late for your next class. He fucked you so much that you ended up fainting, but boy, were your screams so delicious. Once he finally filled you, Grimmjow lazily cleaned you up and changed the bedsheets, letting you rest.

Deciding to get you some food for when you woke up, Grimmjow was frozen in place as he saw his whole floor and the rest of his gang outside his dorm. Quickly, he shut the door, wanting to hide you from them.

"Could you have made her scream any louder? What were you doing, torturing the poor girl?" Szayel grumbled lowly. Grimmjow rolled his eyes,

"Can't have a good fuck? Shit man, I'm starving, lemme go eat." He hissed, locking his dorm.

"Awe, we can't have a taste?" Nnoirta said with a dark chuckle. Grimmjow grabbed him by the collar,

"I'm claiming this one." He hissed.

Shoving Nnoirta to the ground, Grimmjow hurried to get you some food and muscle relaxers. He had to protect you from his gang. You were too innocent for them, hell, you were too innocent for Grimmjow. You just got fucked unconscious because of him.

Sighing softly as Grimmjow found a private spot, he couldn't help but smile. Finally, he found someone just for him.

Someone he truly loved.

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Woohoo, hope you liked it!!! Sorry that this was so late again!

But don't be afraid to request more Grimmjow or even any other characters!

[parttimesoulm8]

Pete Wentz Has Gorgeous Hair: an analysis of the colors pete has done over the years (made by a stylist!)

hello foblr i'm a hairstylist and the only thing in life that brings me joy is looking at pete's beautiful hair. i've wanted to make a big post talking about this from a stylist's perspective for a LONG time. this post would be wayyyy too long to do a timeline of every haircut he's ever had, so i'm just gonna stick to talking about hair color and also what other chemical services i think he had/has. this is still gonna be super fucking long, so take a look under the cut!

before we get into the colors, quick detour to talk about the other chemical services pete has had on his hair. i've gone back and forth on this, but i don't think he used to relax his hair in the good old straight as fuck emo hair days. he said in this article in 2011, "the amount of maintenance that went into my [straight] hair was ridiculous" and "I want to get out of the shower and just be stoked, not think about how I don't want water to touch my hair." which would make a lot of sense if the only thing he was doing was straightening it. his side burns were always his natural texture, which they really wouldn't have been if he'd been relaxing it too. they were just too short for him to get with the flat iron. examples:

bonus picture of him straightening his hair:

that being said, i DO think he has a keratin treatment in the present day! his hair has a level of shine that i've seen in a lot of clients that have keratin, and it can be applied over processed hair without breaking it off. examples of the shine i'm talking about

there's still a little bit of wave in there when air dried, though! this is still common with chemical straightening treatments, they only relax up to 80% of the hair's natural texture, so this could easily be what it looks like if he'd just air dried and not straightened it afterwards.

okay, chemical treatment sidebar over. onto color! i can feel it in my heart that pete's hair lifts really easily. look at the ends of his hair, here. they're WHITE!

while i can't say i am intimately familiar with hairdressing in the 90s, from all the pictures of incredibly warm 90s highlights i've seen, i'm assuming toners weren't too common/nonexistent at the time. if his hair is that white without any toner, i KNOW it lifts well. i will return to the blond later, because i have a lot i want to talk about with him being blond.

man, i love pete with red hair. i will tell everyone in the world how much i do. i think all of these are semi permanent colors on top of bleach because of how vibrant they are. pete has also done that thing that every emo with naturally dark hair has done and died it Pitch Black which i fucking respect (i have done this too)

pink!!!!! i think this is an incredibly flattering color on him and it really brings out his eyes, i think he should do the pastel pink again bc it looks so fucking good on him

okay onto what made me wanna make this post! I wanna talk about pete being blond!

i can tell you with confidence that this is his hair without any toner. this looks like about 4-6 weeks of regrowth and there's some unevenness in the tone of the blond, but look at those ends! white as fuck! i really do think his hair can get to blond easily. i also think it's really funny when people call this era "lemon pete" because that's such a shady way of saying his hair looks brassy lmao, it looks different when it's toned!!

look at how gorgeous. his stylist is a saint. pete's all over bleach and tone with his long hair was so pretty but it also made me a little insane purely because of how long his roots often were, i know he's on the road a lot but i see these roots and it makes me want to cry as a stylist. it would be so hard to not get banding with roots this long.

YOU CAN SEE YOUR ROOTS FROM UNDER YOUR HAT PLEASE BOOK AN APPOINTMENT

and then one day i woke up and felt strangely at peace and it was because pete transitioned his bleach and tone into a balayage (which is much lower maintenance) this is when he first started it, i think they did some really blended highlights to start it off

it grew some more and they are definitely now doing a true balayage on him, look at how there's some blond that comes almost all the way up to the root but it's only really solidly blond at the ends. i think they also did some kind of lowlight on him based on the fact that he has no visible grays and that there's brown at the roots and also the mids but it's lighter than his natural color.

here's another good picture of what i'm talking about with the blond, it's focused at the ends only.

you can actually see the transition in this picture! I doodled on it to show you where the old bleach and tone was and where they started to blend it upwards

i also happen to know from listening to a podcast that he takes rly good care of his hair! he mentions that he uses olaplex which rly does not surprise me, of course his fancy LA stylist got him on the olaplex train. he also uses silk hair ties! all of this was incredibly sexy information to discover if i'm completely honest. pete has had fucking beautiful hair his entire life and i wanted to force everyone to look at it from the technical perspective that i do, thank you for reading!

[lucyskywalker]

I’m actually very curious to know why you don’t like jonsa! my reasons for example are: their fandom is acting way too insane for a ship that never happened and won’t ever happen; kit harington is unfortunately ugly. what are yours?

There are so many reasons that I dont even know how to begin with.

Alright. Let's go.

1st reason: It is only solely based on the show, and I really mean that. When you get to read metas and posts surrounding the ship, u realize these people never opened the books, while traying to pretend they did. I'm not being entitled. It is just obvious with what they write. Everything is taken out of contest. Especially surrounding Jon's pov and his lack of relationship with Sansa.

+ I despise the show. The only good thing about D&D's creations were the Dragons CGI and the dothraki and valyrian language, and it ends there. Out of it, everything sucks. They have rewrote all the female character in such a sexist and ridiculous way that I can't even start explaining for you.

2nd. I ship jonrya. Ik it is not everyone's cup of tea, but I do. And no. Idc if they become canon or not. I like the concept. I love their relationship. And I love what they can become. Now why the fact I ship Jonrya actually matters? Well, specially after season 7, a lot of Jonsa fans started taking things from Jon PIV that were about his love for Arya, and make it be about Sansa, with ridiculous excuses for their takes. The most commun and easy example being "What do you know of my heart, priestess? What do you know of my sister?" When Jon asks Melissandre, he is referring to Arya. And no. It is not a different interpretation. It is about Arya he is talking about. Another one was "Would you bed your sister?" And Again Jon thinks about Arya, but when you read Jonsa's metas; they say he is thinking about Sansa. Another common Jonsa take is that Jon died for his men in the books, or for Sansa, when again, this is not the case. He died for Arya. And that is explicit on the text with no room for other interpretation. No wonder why the last thing he tought was about her.

Jonsas straigh up lie about what happens in the books to support their takes, or they just read metas here on tumblr and believe it. Idk and neither do I wish to know.

Not only that. They started behaving as they had a moral high ground over jonerys and jonryas... when they don't, it is still incestuos and still problematic to modern standards - not only that, they behave entitled to this day, and attack Jonrya shippers and Jonerys shippers in a real coward way.

Many, many times, I received anon hate telling me to *kms*, slit my wrists. Someone even wished for me to get raped over a fictional ship.

My disdain over the ship is not only with the ship itself, hence taking a lot of Jon's dynamic and bound with Arya to give it to Sansa, which is really important in both of their stories and arc, but mostly about the fandom, and how I was affected by it. If it was treated only like a crackship (what book wise, actually is), as my beloved hitsukarin from bleach, I would have no problem with it.

But the community is far one of the most toxic ones I have ever seen or been in contact with. Actually, dealing with them heavily impacted my mental health.

3rd. I really didnt like Sansa way before dealing with the fandom. Since my favorite is Arya, the way Sansa treated her never vibed with me. (And no. It isn't normal sibling behavior. I am an older sister. I would never do half of the things Sansa have done, not even on 11). After book 1, I felt pity for her, but she still was the last interesting character for me, even if her Vale story was.... I guess, more berable.

After getting into the fandom, tho, Jonsas and Stansas ruined Sansa for me in every possible way as well to the point I read her chapters and I won't feel any kind of enjoyment in her journey or her character. She is my least liked character, not because "she is the most horrible person in the books" (she is not. She is far from being that. ) but because her fans made me feel terribly bitter about her. It is not logical or fair, but again, I'm not trying to be.

[thepunkmuppet]

UNHOLYVERSE CLOSING THOUGHTS YIPPEEEE YIPPEE YIPPEE

it’s 1am and I’ve finished it :)

the plot was fucking amazing as was the writing, it was like a really really good tv show, or maybe an amazing movie (pt1) and its slightly more deranged sequel (pt2 and 3). I think I definitely preferred all things unholy as a whole, but yeah the next parts really did feel very sequel-like, in that the first one was The Story and the second and third were building on that first core story, expanding the characters and world. which ummmm btw the lore is insane??? so much going on lmfao but I think it all worked really well. the fallout boy stuff was fucking wild though icl because WHAT 💀 I’m also obsessed with the idea of god talking to frank in the form of the cardinal dream, that worked soooo well and still leaving it open at the end is great. I’m so glad frank and gerard got a happy ending, I ship those stupid twats SO hard I’m literally clawing at the walls they make me INSANE RRAAHHHH!!! icl I really didn’t care about mikey and ray’s romance like at all but it worked as a source of conflict and was pretty cute

I kind of forgot it was meant to be mcr fanfic for a while lmfao, which brings me on to I guess the most important part which is my main takeaway on the whole rpf thing

as I’ve said in a post before, I really struggle to picture voices and faces accurately in my head when reading. well except when it comes to buffyverse characters, but that’s just because those shows are so deeply ingrained into my psyche forever that istg I could literally channel buffy summers at this point and just become her. lmfao but yeah I really struggle with that! so when I’m reading, I just kind of create a vibe, a vague mind’s-eye image of a character, it’s very hard to explain. so for me these frank, gerard, mikey, etc characters were subconsciously already way far removed from the real people, like I had to consciously make an effort to make them sound and look exactly like them in my head. but like I said, it felt like a real piece of media like a tv show or something, so to me the unholyverse characters are just that - characters. it really felt like mcr playing movie roles lmfao which I was perfectly happy with. the romance and other relationships were written soooooo well, the real problem was ofc the smut!

I don’t like smut in general, not in a judgy or censor-y way, I just get no joy or kick out of reading it and all it does is make me feel awkward. but with rpf smut, even though I see unholyverse frank and gerard as fictional characters, I can’t ignore the fact that THIS IS FULLY EXPLICIT WHAT IS ESSENTIALLY PORN BEING WRITTEN ABOUT REAL PEOPLE 💀 read it write it all you want, personally I find it uncomfortable and it just doesn’t do anything for me. made me think too much about the fact that it WAS rpf, yk?? got me thinking about the real frank and gerard and how fucking weird it would be to read smth like that about yourself idk, also the fact they have wives and kids…. 😟 gosh idk it was very very well-written smut, it just made me so icked out the more I thought about it

but anyway, OVERALL: I loved it. it was so good, will definitely reread, bookmark, and think about it for a very very very long time. possibly scream and cry and tear my hair out too, idk. part 1 was my favourite by a long shot, it’s so iconic, and feels pretty removed from parts 2 and 3 in a nice way that makes it feel like a movie and its strange sequel. I’ve discovered I like rpf when it’s good and when it’s a complete au and the people feel like original fictional characters in their own right. I don’t enjoy rpf smut, though, AT ALL, which isn’t a surprise bc I don’t enjoy smut in general, the rpf aspect just made it way more uncomfy for me personally. kind of feel the need now to bleach my brain out and consume normal mcr content just to remind myself of the disconnect between unholyverse frerard and the real people lmfao

OH ALSO THAT

I do NOT ship frerard irl, that shit’s fucking weird don’t do it. yes there is a difference between fic like this and saying two married friends and colleagues in real life are actually in love with and attracted to each other. I do for sure ship unholyverse frerard, as I’ve said they’re fictional characters to me

[i-think-i-did-it-again]

Jealous

Requested by @noahmaxim (sorry it took so long!)

Warning: swearing, drinking

“Dude, you’re staring,” Rook leans over to whisper to Colson. He turns his head slightly to look at his best friend for a moment before turning his attention back to you. “Why don’t you just go over and say hi?”

The idea of that makes Colson snort and shake his head. He takes a long swig from the glass of tequila in his hand, the familiar burn soothing him in an odd way. He doesn’t want to feel these feelings so getting blind drunk seems like a good idea. Watching you sit on the couch with some random guy, talking and laughing clearly isn’t a good idea because he can feel his blood boiling. His mind is creating multiple scenarios, all of which involve him splitting the guy’s lip open with his fist.

You don’t like feeling like you’re being watched. You check over your shoulder just as Colson turns to head out into the backyard in a huff. Rook gives you a sympathetic smile before following the tall, brooding man. You’re not really sure why he’s been so hostile since you go to his place but it’s starting to give you a strange feeling in the pit of your stomach. You feel like he’s scrutinising every little thing you do and you hate it. It’s turning you into a self-conscious mess. You thought it was odd that when you showed up to his house, Colson could barely acknowledge your presence and now he’s watching you like a hawk? The guy is the most confusing person you’ve ever met and it’s driving you insane. You turn your attention back to the man you were talking to and laugh at the joke you half heard.

He’s a nice guy, Frankie, and you’re really enjoying his company but in the back of your mind, all you can do is think about Colson. You find yourself wondering if Colson is thinking about you, that he had to go outside to stop himself from doing something stupid, that he’s watching you because maybe he’s…jealous? The thought makes your stomach flip and your heart begin to race. Then you bring yourself back to reality. Why would Colson be jealous of a guy talking to you? He’s only ever seen you as a friend. Your mind is racing and it’s creating a nervous energy about you that you somehow have to get rid of.

“Hey, do you want to go for a swim in the pool?” you randomly blurt out while Frankie is in the middle of telling a story you weren’t listening to.

“I would but I didn’t bring my bathing suit,” he chuckles with a small smile. 

If you weren’t so preoccupied by Colson, you may even be able to focus on how attracted you are to Frankie. He’s tall, ripped build, with chocolate brown eyes, with lashes for days and dark brown curls. He wears a short stubble on the lower half of his face and the hair accentuates the sharp cut of his jawline. Classically handsome but somehow not attractive enough for you. For some reason, you love lanky, foul mouthed guys, with bleach blonde hair, covered with tattoos and ocean blue eyes that you could get lost in for days. Well, at least one man in particular.

“Who needs a bathing suit? It’s LA, live a little!” you grab Frankie by the hand and drag him off the sofa.

When you step out into the backyard, the silence is deafening. Everyone stops talking and just stares at you. You hadn’t even noticed that you were the only two inside the house. All of your friends, including Colson, are sitting around the open firepit now awkwardly sipping their drinks and avoiding eye contact but not wanting to speak to each other. Colson is sitting with his back towards you and you can tell he’s pissed off that you came outside by the slump of his shoulders. 

It’s so strange when you walk into a group of people who you know were just talking about you. It’s not a nice feeling by any stretch of the imagination and it kind of makes you wish you’d stayed inside on the sofa. Ashleigh is the first to finally break the uncomfortable silence.

“Hey, I was just about to come in and get you,” she smiles at you but you can see the apology in her eyes.

“That’s ok! Frankie and I were thinking of going for a swim. Does anyone want to join?” you ask the group and a few of the usual suspects perk up.

Rook is the first to begin stripping off his clothes before cannonballing into the water. Baze and Slim join him and Ashleigh and Sophie agree to dangle their feet in from the side. The boys don’t seem to like this idea and Baze tells them that if they don’t get their whole butts in the water, they will be dragged in fully clothed. They don’t like the sound of that so they agree to strip down and they dive into the water. 

Frankie smiles at you and leads you to the water’s edge where he begins to remove his sneakers and socks. When he removes his t-shirt, you can’t help but stare at his rippling muscles and abs that adorn his body. You figured there was something impressive underneath his t-shirt but his olive skin seems to make everything that much more pronounced.

Colson watches from his spot by the fire and his hand tightens into a fist again as he watches your admiring Frankie’s body. Part of him wants to get up and kick Frankie out of his house but a stronger part of him is telling him to chill the fuck out. The chill part wins out but only because he’s fairly sure he’s too drunk to stand without stumbling. His self-control wavers again when he spots Frankie ogling your body as you strip down to your bra and panties. He can’t help but stare at you a little longer than a ‘friend’ probably should, finally turning away as you slide your body gracefully into the water. 

“Your friend Colson doesn’t seem to like me very much,” Frankie murmurs as he leads you to the deep end. 

“Oh he’s fine, he’s just very protective of me. We’ve been friends for forever,” you dismiss Frankie’s concerns with a wave of your hand. 

You try to play it cool but inside your stomach is in knots at the idea of Colson caring about you in any way other than a friend. You’ve never really dated before so you’ve never really noticed if Colson cared or not but the fact that even Frankie is picking up on his hostility, leads you to believe that maybe he does. 

Frankie and you splash around and chat, off in your own little world, before a couple of the others decide to join you in at the deep end. Colson stays sitting next to the fire and when Rook comes over to talk to Frankie, you take the opportunity to go and talk to him. 

He doesn’t look away from the fire as you approach him but Colson can feel in his gut that this is not a conversation he wants to have right now. You sit beside him and snatch the beer from his hand, taking a long swig. He can’t help but roll his eyes about how unperceptive you are. He thought he made it pretty clear that he wanted to be left alone. 

“So are you going to sit here like a buzzkill all night or are you going to eventually acknowledge the fact that you have guests?” You ask nonchalantly but your heart is pounding so hard in your chest you can hardly hear your own thoughts. 

“Didn’t realise there was going to be extras tonight,” he looks over your shoulder, eyeing Frankie as he makes small talk with all your friends. 

“I didn’t think you’d mind considering all the women you’ve brought to my parties and gatherings over the years,” you snort and take another sip of his beer. He snatches the bottle from your hand before you even have a chance to swollow, causing beer to trickle down your chin. “Damn Kells, what the hell is your problem?” you yell as you wipe the beer off with the back of your hand. 

“You and your fucking Ken doll boyfriend are my problem!” he yells back before turning on his heels and storming off into the house. 

You feel your cheeks redden as you look around and notice everyone’s eyes on you. Frankie grimaces when you look at him and you feel so embarrassed that it enrages you. You decide in that split second that if Colson has a problem, he better damn well spit it out now or keep his mouth shut. 

You stalk off into the house, roughly pulling your jeans and t-shirt on, in search of his dumbass. You call his name as you go from room to room but come up empty. You figure that he’s probably gone to his room and you stand at the bottom of the stairs contemplating whether or not to follow him or not. The thumping around you did kind of caused you to blow off some steam and now you’re not nearly as mad. Then you remember the way he dissed Frankie in front of everyone and your anger returns. You storm up that staircase like a bat out of hell. 

Colson sits on the floor at the end of his bed with his head in his hands. He can hear Rook’s voice in the back of his mind telling him earlier in the evening to keep his cool and not blow up at you but he snapped. All he wants to do is tell you how he feels but every time he works up the courage something gets in the way. Usually it’s his career or Cassie so he kind of got used to you always being there in the background. He forgot about the chance that you might meet someone and he would miss his chance. You’ve dated occasionally in the past but it’s just been a date here and there. You’ve never brought a guy that you’re seeing over to meet your friends and the fact that you’ve brought Frankie absolutely terrifies him. Colson tries to shake off the fear and drags himself off the floor. He decides to take a shower in the hopes that by the time he’s done, you’ve already skipped out and taken your boy toy with you. 

You stand outside his door, unsure of whether to knock or just storm in. If you really want to convey the anger you’re feeling, you decide practically kicking the door down is the best way to get your point across. You fling the door open so hard that it slams into the wall behind it and you can hear the sound of drywall breaking but that’s not what takes your breath away. Standing in front of you, with nothing on but a towel flung over his shoulder, is a very confused and pissed off Colson. 

“Shit, sorry,” you screw your eyes closed and fumble around for the door handle before swinging the door shut behind you. 

Your whole body feels like it’s on fire but you’re not sure if that’s from embarrassment or arousal at seeing Colson completely naked for the first time. Your heart is thumping in your chest and your breathing is fast and laboured. You lean back against the wall to try and get your bearings. You close your eyes and immediately open them as a flash of Colson’s tattooed skin invades your mind. You bite your bottom lip to keep from groaning out loud as your mind continues to betray you with images of his body. All of his body. 

“What the fuck Y/N?” Colson spits at you from the doorway of his bedroom.

You hadn’t even realised the door had opened again until Colson’s enraged voice pierces your ears. You look up at his darkened eyes and flared nostrils. His teeth are gritted and you’re fairly sure you can see steam coming out of his ears. He looks like a bull before a fight and your mind and body immediately considers possible escape routes to avoid the world’s most uncomfortable conversation.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t expect you to be naked,” you quickly explain as you try to stop your mind from remembering. 

You feel your cheeks heat and a knot begins to form in the pit of your stomach. It’s an overwhelming feeling that you definitely didn’t expect. You knew you found Colson attractive, you just didn’t expect the intense sexual attraction you’re currently feeling. It’s making it very difficult for you to concentrate. All your mind wants to do is create different scenarios in which you kiss every inch of Colson’s body, feeling him on top of you, listen to him moan your name as he climaxes. 

You shake your head and take a deep breath to clear your mind of any inappropriate thoughts. At the end of the day, he’s one of your closest friends and you would hate to ruin any friendship you have by creating some strange, sexual tension. Right now, you just have to focus on ignoring the fact that Colson is now only wearing a towel around his waist, low on his waist, and that he currently looks like he wants to murder you. 

“Maybe if you tried knocking, you would get such a shock!” he grits his teeth as if the words are painful to him. 

“Well, I actually barged in because I was pissed about how rude you were to me, for no fucking reason and-”

“No fucking reason? Are you insane or blind? Or maybe you’re both!”

“What in god’s name are you talking about?” you throw your hands up in exasperation, feeling like you two are having completely different conversations at the same time. 

Before you can stop him, Colson is dragging you into his bedroom by the wrist, kicking the door shut behind him. He twists you around so your back is pressed against the closed door and suddenly his lips are on yours. All of your senses are consumed by the feeling of his lips on yours. You can taste the beer and weed on his tongue, smell his cologne mixed with the smoke of the bonfire, feel his hot flesh beneath your fingertips as you graze your hands over his biceps. Your animalistic needs take over and you find yourself breathless and needy for all of him. You feel weightless and heavy at the same time. Every rational thought has escaped you. All there is is him. 

Then as quickly as it began, it was over. Colson pulls away from your lips but rests his forehead on yours. 

“Seeing you with another guy may actually be the end of me,” he whispers and your skin erupts in goosebumps, both at his words and the feeling of his hot breath against your face. 

“I-I don’t know what to say,” you tell him honestly. 

“I don’t want you to say anything. I don’t want anything to ruin this bubble that I’m in. We can just pretend that nothing else matters right now and that we’re just here, together.”

You stay like that for a little while longer. Just holding each other up, feeling each other, listening to each deep breath, watching the rise and fall of the other’s chest. If you could, you would stay in that moment forever with him. While he holds you, your mind is silent. There’s no intruding thoughts of his naked body, no reminder of the great guy waiting downstairs for you. Everything else has stopped and for now, it’s just the two of you. 

“Stay with me?” Colson begs as you begin to pull away from him. 

“Kells, I-” you begin but he instantly cuts you off. 

“Just one night with you, that’s all I need to get it out of my system. Then we can go back to exactly how it was, just friends. All I’m asking for is one night.”

You sigh but something in the way he watches you makes you nod before you can really think about what you’re agreeing to. You both know that things will never go back to the way they used to be, yet somehow you’re ok with that. 

Colson pulls you to his large ensuite with him and drops his towel. Your immediate reaction is to turn away but you resist your instincts. He watches you, waiting for your reaction. You let your eyes roam his body freely now. You notice tattoos you’d never really paid attention to before, you notice the way his torso is more defined than you’d expected, you notice the way his chest rises and falls rapidly as take him in. Your eyes continue to drop until you’re finally focusing on the one thing you’d been trying to avoid 10 minutes ago. 

His large erection makes you half choke on your own breath. The idea of getting it inside of you without causing serious damage seems impossible but it thrills you at the same time. You bite your bottom lip as you drink in all his male glory. It kind of satisfies your curiosity to know all the rumours about his well endowment are true. 

“Now you,” he breathes as he watches you. 

You bite your lip again but follow his instruction. You lift your t-shirt over your head and drop it to the floor beside you, your jeans following closely behind. You stand there in nothing but your wet bra and panties as you try to contain your nervousness. You reach around to your bra but Colson grabs your wrist to stop you. 

“Let me,” he instructs you and you stand still for him, holding your breath. 

He grabs the hook of your bra and unclasps it without any issue. He slides the straps down your arms before letting the bra fall to the floor. He drinks in the sight of your breasts. He runs a long slender finger down the valley of your breasts before lightly tracing your nipples. Your breathing is completely erratic, your chest rising and falling rapidly. 

He leans down and kisses along the ridge of your collarbone to the curve of your breasts, taking his time to slowly tease your skin. He envelops you left nipple in his mouth and you gasp sharply. You feel his lips pull into a smirk. He uses his thumb and forefinger to tweak your right nipple as he sucks, nips and licks on your breast and nipple. Your insides quiver under the seductive assault.

Colson isn’t sure how much longer he can tease you. He’s waited what feels like years to finally have you melting under his skilled fingers and wicked mouth. He wants to savour every moment but he also doesn’t want to give you the chance to change your mind. He also is aware of all of your friends and Frankie downstairs, who could interrupt at any moment. Finally having you half naked, your taut nipple in his mouth, moaning and clawing your fingers through his hair, is muddying his rational thoughts. When he feels as though he is teasing himself more than you, he finally pulls away. Your skin is flushed, your hair is dripping wet, dishevelled and your eyes are wild but to Colson, you’ve never looked more beautiful. 

He grabs you by the hand and pulls you into the shower with him, flicking the water on, and holding you under the shower head. You gasp as cold water hits you, slowly warming to a comfortable temperature. In an instant his mouth is on yours and your back is pushed against the cold tiles of the wall. Colson grabs your thigh and lifts your leg to rest against his hip. He grinds into you in a delicious rhythm of friction and possessiveness. You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him against you as he kisses your cheeks, your jawline, your neck. He sucks and bites every piece of flesh he can get his mouth to and you know by the frantic way he moves that he’s marking you. 

“Colson…I need you,” you beg as he sucks your nipple again. 

He growls against your skin in approval before pulling away to study the apex of your thighs. He pushes his hand between the two of you and grazes against your clitoris. You gasp and moan at the same time. You’ve never been this turned on by a man before. Every touch elicits an involuntary movement or sound. You’re putty in his hands, ready to be pleasured and used in any way he sees fit.

Colson grabs his erection firmly in his hand and lines the tip up to you. In one quick thrust, he pushes himself inside you and you cry out at the fullness you feel. You can feel every ridge, every vein of him inside you. He twitches and flexes and you shiver with excitement. E kisses you again, softly this time, running his fingers gently through your hair. When he moves, it’s slow and deliberate and you keel with pleasure. You try to move your hips to increase the friction but he simply grabs your thighs so you have to wrap your legs around him, giving him all of the control as he holds you up against the wall.

Colson wants to remember every moment he has with you as he’s not sure he’ll ever have you again after this night. He wants to remember the feel of your nails scraping down his back, the sound of your moans, the way you whisper his name, the feel of your tightness and warmth around his dick. He wants to make you so desperate for your release that you feel like it’ll never come. The pleasure he gives you will make you wish it never has to end. He reaches down and rubs tight circles on your clit, causing you to cry out. 

“Yeah, that’s it baby, scream for me. Tell me how much you love it,” he demands against your ear and you whimper, all words escaping you. “Tell me,” he growls before nipping your earlobe.

“Colson, I love it so much. I don’t ever want you to stop. I want to cum so hard for you,” you moan and throw your head back, wave after wave of pleasure building inside of you.

“Good girl,” he praises and before you can respond he begins to pound into you with unimaginable speed. His finger works harder and faster against your clit and before you can catch your breath, the biggest orgasm you’ve had breaks through you.

You scream and quiver against his body as he continues his pace. You’re not even sure how he can move that quickly and hold you up at the same time. His thrusts begin to feel sloppy and out of rhythm and suddenly he’s calling out your name and slams into you one last time before collapsing against your shoulder. His breathing is thick and unsteady against your neck and you stroke your fingers through his hair tenderly. 

You feel yourself finally coming down from your own high as Colson holds you. He gently places you down and you wobble slightly as you regain your footing. Colson washes your skin tenderly with a washcloth and coconut scented soap. Neither of you says anything and you’re not sure if that’s a good thing or a bad thing. Once Colson has finished cleaning you, you rinse yourself and return the favour. You’re slightly embarrassed as you notice the scratch marks you left down his back and you run the cloth over them as gently as possible.

Once you are both clean, Colson shuts the water off and steps out to grab you each a large fluffy towel. It’s now glaringly obvious to you that the silence is not a good thing and your chest begins to feel heavy. Colson can barely make eye contact with you and his whole demeanour is tense, like he can’t wait for you to leave. You eye your wet bra and panties on the floor and grimace at the idea of having to put them back on. Seeing your dismay, Colson finally speaks.

“Wait here,” he mumbles before disappearing into his bedroom.

He returns a few moments later with a pair of clean black boxers and an oversize black t-shirt. He hands them to you and you mutter a thank you before slipping into the briefs. The large t-shirt hides the fact that you’re not wearing a bra and you’re grateful for that. You feel somewhat naked without a bra and you know that if you feel uncomfortable, your friends will notice and wonder why. You slip your jeans, which is kind of pointless considering Colson’s tee is basically a dress on you, and check your appearance in the large bathroom mirror. You run your fingers gently through your hair to calm the frizz and you rub away the small smear of mascara from under your eyes. You feel somewhat more confident now that you’re dressed and your appearance is somewhat back to normal. You move to leave as Colson dresses himself in a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie when you hear his small voice behind you.

“Don’t leave,” he whispers and you stop in your tracks. You turn around and he is watching you with the most heartbreaking expression on his face.

“What did you say?” you ask feeling dumb because you heard exactly what he said, you just don’t believe it.

“Don’t leave,” he repeats again. “Please don’t go back downstairs to him. Stay here with me.” 

The defeated look on his face is physically painful to you. You don’t really know what to say but you want to say something to make him feel better, anything. Maybe he didn’t mean to say it? Maybe he just feels uncomfortable that what you just did may have completely ruined your friendship forever and he’s regretting it or he’s trying to save it by pretending everything is normal. Either way, you feel an anxiety rising in you that is so overwhelming you may just burst into tears right in front of him. You feel that usual heat in your neck and face that you get when you’re upset. Your eyes begin to feel with tears that you’re desperately trying to hold back. You feel utter embarrassment that Colson is seeing you this vulnerable.

“I…I don’t want to hurt you, Colson,” you say barely above a whisper. He moves towards you, his arms out in comfort but you step back. You see a flash of hurt across his face but in an instant it’s gone. “I just…I don’t want you to feel obligated to me. What we did was-” your voice breaks and you have to take a deep breath to steady yourself. “What just happened was a-amazing and I’ve never experienced an orgasm like that, ever. But I don’t want you to feel you have to make this into more than it is for my sake. I’m ok with it just being a one time thing.” 

You look down at your feet as a tear spills over and you feel completely betrayed by your own body. You know that your actions and your emotions are literally saying the complete opposite of your words but you’re hoping that if you say them confidently enough, Colson will believe you. You take another steadying breath and look up at him, a huge grin spread across his face. He steps towards you again and once again you step back.

“If you move away from me one more time, I will bend you over my knee until your ass is as red as your cheeks,” Colson threatens and you gulp.

He moves more deliberately towards you and envelops your body into his strong arms. He holds you against his body and runs a hand up and down your spine. You shiver against him and your tense muscles instantly relax in the feeling of his comfort. You’re trying to not over-analyse why he’s hugging you, you just want to enjoy these last few moments of time with him before you have to say goodbye.

“The fact that you even thought for a second that I would only need one night with you to get my fill of you, is insane and hilarious at the same time,” he murmurs into your ear and you stiffen and pull away to look at him. “Seeing you with that Frankie prick has been making me jealous all night. In fact, seeing you with any guy other than me, drives fucking me crazy. How can you not see how badly I want you?”

“I thought that- I thought that maybe I was just imagining things because I wanted you and I thought I’d just naively convinced myself that you felt the same,” you try to explain but now saying the thoughts out loud, they even sound ridiculous to you.

Colson doesn’t say anything. He just gently laces his fingers in your hair and angles your face towards him so he can press his lips to yours lovingly. It’s a gentle kiss but it sparks a fire deep in your belly that takes your breath away and leaves you satisfied at the same time. You’d never imagined a feeling like this before yet somehow you always knew if you ever got the chance to be with Colson, this is what it would feel like. You melt into him and he wraps an arm around your waist to hold you against him. You’re not sure how long you kissed for but eventually you have to pull away to gather your breath. Colson rests his forehead against yours and you close your eyes.

“Now, get that fucker Frankie out of my house so I can make you moan my name again without feeling guilty,” he growls in your ear. 

Your eyes shoot open to see him looking down at you with a face splitting grin and you can’t help but throw your head back and laugh. A real, carefree laugh that leaves you feeling breathless and light-headed.

[candiedspit]

hi ! we haven’t talked in forever, but i’ve always seen you as an amazing genius/role model/very intelligent woman who has so much figured out and i think about you lots. im turning 20 soon and don’t know how to deal with it. it feels like it’s so much older and so different than 19 :( i loved being 19, innocent and still a kid. i don’t wanna be 20. how did you deal with it?

hello!! i wonder who you are...thank you so much. so, i don't have much advice because as i'm about to turn 25, i feel the same. but i wrote a letter to my brother's girlfriend when she was about to turn 20 and maybe some of that will resonate with you. i wrote:

I recall twenty as the burn victim summons the scent of gasoline as she lays in the white, stale hospital bed; caught in her cot. There she was, naked in the driveway—half drunk on monk chants, lit by the green blinking fireflies of desire which seemed to feed on her running blood, all those hands—as the brutish sun began to descend like a bomb on the horizon. All of a sudden, an ambush of light. How the heat numbed her down to only her elements; rendered her translucent.

I turned twenty in the bathroom of a poetry club downtown—slashes of graffiti on the walls, and a dirty toilet. I was still a virgin, then. I knew as much about the world as an infant is capable of registering noise. But twenty was a glittering mirage in my eye. I had plans. I was going to rule the world, inch by disgusting inch.

But as February—that pink month in which I still found Valentine’s Cards on the street discarded like banana peels even days after the holiday—came to a shut, I began to expand.

I walked on rooftops; drank when I could. I sat in class engrossed by what I perceived to be a shifting painting of snakes.

I panted in the streets. I had many visions. I went to my aunt’s house—afraid of what I might do, afraid of the animal I was sharing a cage with—and stole my uncle’s pills from the plastic container on the counter, not caring what they were or what they could do to me. I was hospitalized the next morning, convinced the nurse had x-ray vision. I lost my mind. I was not afraid.

I did my time on the psycho wing—meddled with the characters—a girl sporting a large bruise beneath her eyes—sent out enchanted emails—watched Molly at the piano—ate spaghetti with spoons made out of paper—a nurse at the end of my bed as I slept— the quiet room—I took the pills.

A lifetime can be spent chasing. And even then, you are never promised the catch.

After funeral, I spent the summer wading in and out of insanity—carrying my black trenchcoat of grief—daring the world to fuck with me—swimming in the muddied waters of Galveston, drunk on gin and breath and salt—thrashing in front of the mirror—having epiphanies as one has meals—cutting my hair again and again—I could never lose myself—I always followed—being wheeled around in the theme park—a thousand red lights—watching the ceiling breathe—words chasing their tails in my head—a halo of bleach.

And then, the crazy fluorescence stuck. For eight weeks, I moved through the world like a knife on fire. A cowboy coated in oil slick and magic.

Daniel Johnston died; I kept moving. Almost yanking the blunt out of a kid’s mouth simply because I could. Magical walks at night; the moon like a blooming anus above my exploding head. Going up and down the stairs between classes; blonde pig on amphetamine; Jesus in the Dunkin’ Donuts; whispers of legacy.

All this to say — there is a way to live.

Some people live through imagination; in fantasies, protected by spirits and smoke and powders. Others get through the days naked. How you decide to cross the ocean is up to you. But, some advice.

Life is a Holocaust as much as it is a fairground. Have fun while you can. Let the light melt into your skin and your hair. Ride the carousel. Ride it twice. Hold the music, stench, magic, and knowledge, between your teeth like a bullet. Take note of everything you see. All of it matters. The man holding a cake in the line at the grocery store. The newspapers on the cart. Neon lights! How the skies dissolve each night and bleed out each morning. Cry if you have to. Do what makes you uncomfortable. Hold nothing against anyone. Brace. Being a teenager is nice but it is not real. This is the hard part. Life will come like a black stallion free from the gate and how you decide to wrangle it will become apparent very fast. Be scared. Be grateful. Be immune. You are going to make it. Brace.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

Hello!may i request an overhaul x shy reader, were overhaul and the shy reader meet a karen and the reader gets mad for the first time???

Here's an example- Kai and y/n go to a store to get food and cleaning supplies, everthing was all right until a woman bumped into kai. the woman looked at Kai and scoffed and said something that made him angry(kinda). when Kai said something rude back to the woman, the woman went insane and started to make Kai uncomfortable, y/n saw this and got angry(and maybe protective).

sorry if its confusing-

(A/n): no no, is not confusing at all! I actually loved your request :3 you guys probably got that my favorite trope is when (y/n) is comforting there character/defending them so-

You looked for the price tag of one bleach bottle Kai told you to look for and almost felt your soul leaving your body when you found the dammed numbers.

"Kai..." You called as he approached from behind and looked over your shoulder.

"You found it. That's impressive." He said nonchantly while taking it from your hands as you stared at him like he had grown a second head.

"You can't be serious. You're gonna spend all that on ONE bleach?"

"Why you sound so troubled with this? This product is the best to clean. Actually kill almost 90% of the bacteria. Trust me, I tested it."

"That's why you're almost bankrupt...." You mumbled in disappointment as he only glared at you before noticing you were just joking.

"Forgive me of I want a clean place to live then." He mumbled as you snorted.

"Is only this we have to grab or you need something else?"

"I need you to actually talk with the cashier." He smirked at your pout and at you slamming softly your forehead on his bicep "Oh please, I'm just joking. Is not the end for the world after all.."

"You're a meanie sometimes..." You mumbled as he chuffed.

You both were about to leave until a rather... irritated woman bumped into your boyfriend. The sudden intrusion of someone else already making you look down as Chisaki could only scoff and mutter something under his breath.

"What did you say?!" The woman suddenly sneered which made both of you widen your eyes and look back at her.

"Pardon?" Your boyfriend spoke, the coldness of his voice was enough to give you shivers but aparentemente to that lady jt only made her angrier.

"Don't go saying bullshit to me." She scoffed looking him up and down in disgust "filthy is your fucking parents to give birth to you. Frankly how can the police allow this kind of person to just walk in a public area?" She asked out loud and you frowned at her rudeness.

"Oh. Clearly I'm not the only one who was a disappointed. Look at your age and you are acting out like a spoiled child in the middle of a market. So mature." He spoke back, a finger sneaking his way inside of one of his gloves.

That was enough to make the woman to go berserk. She started to shout profanities at him like there was no tomorrow. Sucefully dragging the attention of other customer as you saw your boyfriend mentally heave a sigh that now with all the attention on him he couldn't do kuch as he only stared down at her in complex boredom.

The thing is... you knew Kai Chisaki. You knew him that by only looking at his eyes you saw how actually uncomfortable he was. He hated being the center of attention, he hated not being able to control a bad situation but the most important is how much he despised people shouting at him.

But when you saw her manicured finger just poking at his chest while chatting eh was a waste of society... you just apparently lost control. Because one minute you were behind him almost dying of shame of all the people watching....

And the other you were just in her front with a hand raised to give a harsh slap to that bitch's face.

She had just got out of guard when you blinked back to reality with a blink... you could feel all eyes on you as she stared at you in pure hatred and went to slap you back but you blocked it with your forearm and kicked her on her stomach to make her fall on her back.

"YOU BITCH! DO YOU EVEN KNOW WHO I AM?!"

"Aparently a waste of human garbage." You growled as you got closer to her while she shakily got up with a growl.

"Oh I see! You are one of these type of woman who rule on the relationship. How freacking pathetic-" she gasped when you grabbed her shirt.

"You listen here." You growled "we had and have to go through a lot of fucking shit while daddy's girls like you got all you wanted with a snap of your fucking fingers. I don't fucking care what you will say of me or just be a picky whore but if you EVER insult my boyfriend again... you will be found in seven different countries by tomorrow. Deep. Buried. In the fucking ground." You whispered the last sentence as she trembled while you slowly let go of her.

"I think you did enough." You gasped when you felt a gloved hand on your shoulder and immediately went red at finally noticing that your boyfriend had watched everything. "Shall we go now that this woman ended her performance of the year?"

You nodded shyly as you got to his side... only after leaving the market your actions came back to you as you muffled your screams on your hands while you both walked.

"I can't believe I did that!" You whined "I-I mean, I don't regret it but... ARGH! That was so embarrassing dear God!" You whined before you noticed he stopped only to look at him to saw the kost softest look your boyfriend carried.

"... I can't say it was appropriate what you have doen since you surely got more attention then necessary." You face palmed.

"Don't need to rub it please..." You sighed before you widen your eyes at how quick Kai had gotten close to you, lower his mask and place a kiss on your forehead, mumbling something on it. "W-What was that?"

"I said-" He sighed, not quite looking at you as a pink grew on his ears "Be more careful next time.... but thanks for... defending my honor.. darling."

You could feel your face heating up at the rare pet name as you let out a squeal and buried your face face in your hands while walking away from him.

"You do know I have the car's keys right?" He spoke nonchantly only to arch a eyebrow at you stomping over to him and snatching his car's keys away. "(Y/n) stop that give back my keys."

"No! You just made me feel weird!"

"It was a compliment."

"THAT EMBARRASSED ME-"

"We've been in a relationship almost for a year and a half already..." he deadpanned while he watched you red face get on his car only to let out a rare chuckle at noticing how far away you were...

[desire-mona]

randomly assigning house md characters internet moments / videos / memories / whatever i remember based off nothing at all (i did i dps version too) (also links for everything i talk about will be provided) (also also this isnt made to make fun of anyone involved in any of this)

house - mr beast and his OLD OLD youtube videos, like circa 2015? i think? he used to make cringe compilations essentially where he just made fun of kids' youtube intros. face and all like nothing was blurred for privacy, and then he'd call them cringe and make drinking bleach jokes. like a LOT. i binge watched those back in like 4th grade i think? maybe 5th? so thats kinda all i associate him with now. he also made videos where he would say a word like a thousand times, sometimes WAY more (like 100k+). or like. count to that number, he did both. anyway rip house you wouldve loved making fun of kids' youtube videos

wilson - does anyone remember the evian baby commercials? i think the whole shtick was like "this water makes you feel young again" I THINK? the one i linked was the one where the reflection on a building makes ppl babies, but theres one where babies are on roller skates or whatever too. this isnt entirely an internet moment as much as it is just a memory, cuz i remember my mom and my aunt DYING laughing at these commercials. idk what it was they were just in tears. theres something so 2007-2015 about dancing babies. wasnt a dancing baby the first internet meme? just googled it and yes it was.

cuddy - onision's shitty spoken word songs PLEASE tell me someone remembers them. onision really shouldve stopped trying to make music after the banana song bc the rest really suck shit. this is NOT based on vibes i gotta get that out there, i was like hmm cuddy has a kid. you know who else has a kid? YOU KNOW WHO LET THEIR KID FALL OUT OF A WINDOW? cuddy would fucking HATE onision. ALSO OH MY GOD PAUSE EVERYTHING ONISION JUST UPLOADED A SONG. I NEED TO MAKE A SEPERATE POST ABOUT THIS RIGHT NOW WHAT THE HELL. anyway dont watch it. i linked strange æon's video on his music just bc i really dont wanna direct u to anything of his directly. did u know i dont like onision?

foreman - the most insane youtube poop ive ever seen in all of my 19 years of living, i sent this to maddie specifically when i made my initial "like for a rando internet moment!" post but i really need to share it with the general public. general warning for youtube poop-ness; flash, loud noises, overwhelming, etc. i am actually begging you to watch this because it tops every other ytp ive ever seen, like actually blows it out of the water. i also has no idea ppl still made ytps after 2014 tbh.... btw this is probably the only ytp that i'll ever recommend LMAO

chase - OH MY GOD KYLERLOVESJESUS. so basically this one eboy influencer type on tiktok back in 2019 Found God and went on rants about how abortion is wrong and gay marriage is bad and blah blah blah. there was this moment on one of his lives where he went "i love gay people, i would be best friends with a gay person. do i support it? no." which was the FUNNIEST shit back in the day. i would quote it on the daily. btw the editing of the video i linked is VERY of the time so beware LMAO

cameron - cutie the kitten (sans' wife and gf) + the killing videos sans fan girls would make. i actually cant link anything bc the channel doesnt exist anymore but! basically back in 2016ish there was this one girl who had such a crush on sans and she had a whole ocxcanon situation with sans and her pink cat oc Cutie. a lot of ppl hated her + the ppl who had ocs shipped with sans but looking back its truly not a big deal. what is a big deal is that she (? maybe?) and other sans fangirls would make animated slideshow videos of their ocs using powers or whatever to kill other sans fangirls. like brutally. it was a wild time i wish cutie's channel was still up so i could prove thats a real thing, but ask an undertale fan from back then and odds are theyll know. heres a sans fangirl cringe compilation so you kinda know what im talking about, but fair warning it is a cringe compilation so. it wont be nice.

thirteen - TW INCEST!! this one hamilton animatic i saw back in forever ago to the song 'helpless'. usually animatics to that song use eliza and hamilton (im not a hamilton fan this is very surface lvl knowledge btw) but the one i saw was eliza and ANGELICA. like as in HER SISTER. big surprise someone in a big fandom ships incest wow I KNOW its tame compared to other shit, but it was i think my first exposure to anything like that circa 2017ish, so it kinda stuck in the brain. also the video i linked isnt the og its a phil collins mashup, the og got taken down. hamilton always makes an appearance in my house posts doesnt it, be lucky i didnt give kutner this one bc ppl were turn up abt hamilton fan kutner.

taub - WHAT DO YALL KNOW ABOUT MIKE AND MELISSA ⁉️⁉️ basically mike and melissa is this animated passion project this guy made to show himself (or his persona? or maybe just some guy) falling in love with his fursona that comes to life. this was the only episode this guy uploaded and i think he kinda disappeared after. the plot is kinda hard to follow and its not TERRIBLY animated but its certainly not professional looking. there's a video about what happened to him uploaded like 5 months ago, but i havent watched it. when i first heard of mike n melissa i fully thought it was a mid 2000s family sitcom but it definitely Is Not That.

kutner - undertale sans au christmas party comic dub. i probably dont need to give an explanation as to what sans aus are but idk how many ex or current undertale fans follow me so i'll do it anyway. making au's for undertale was a pretty common practice back in its early days, and usually the most popular character in any undertale variation is sans. who sans is shipped with was always up in the air, so much like the onceler, ppl ended up shipping sans with other au versions of himself. this christmas party comic is in my mind the undertale fandom equivalent of camp weehawken. i think there was also a sans au comic where all the sans' except for like 2 were toddlers at daycare? i dont remember who the adult sans' were but also i think the creator got into hot water? dont remember why.

[larksheaven]

i don’t really know if the apps will help me find love but i use them anyway. i go into a state of shock when i see people looking for love, vulnerability out on a platter. i do not want these people to get hurt. maybe this is because i don’t want to get hurt myself. hurt like my worst part of 2021. hurt like well maybe i should just work on myself and finding friends that actually like me for a while. that’s been a task. i have two, really. a side effect of moving forward is all your dead weight just kind of. flings itself off. you end up a lot less heavy when there’s less weighing on your mind. but you also feel like, hey, it was nice to have more people, for a while. things always look prettier when you’re looking at them in the rear view.

i think i don’t want to be someone’s beacon, but instead the waves they swim in. gently holding them, allowing themselves to push gently against me to get where they want to go. ever encapsulating their lives just a little. not too much. i’ve learned too much of anything isn’t good for you. i want to be someone’s waves and i want them to be my waves, too. we can swim in each other at whatever pace we want. give and take instead of just bleeding myself dry.

i bleach my hair and i get new jewelry and i go to pottery on saturdays. this is my life. i drive myself to the park and i sit there. i go on dates. it’s nice. then i come home to myself and i lie in bed and i can’t shake the feeling that im not doing enough. everyone in pottery class is older than me and most are married. i don’t know what 20 somethings are meant to be doing, like. where are they all? i see them in grocery stores and concert lines, and i want in on this secret club i can’t seem to find. i’ve not yet plucked up the courage to go to a gay bar but i could, and for now that’s enough.

i washed you out of my life as much as i could, wringing out a white dress drenched in black ink. i don’t look like the person you used to love; i walk differently, im happier. on a more material basis, i’ve changed too. i’ve got a new purse and i wear skirts. honest to god fucking skirts. and what’s insane is that i actually like it. i’m scraping out crevices in my life and trying to squeeze inside. trying to hold myself instead of onto you. i’m trying to, overall, just be less angry. i think i would move faster if i was less angry. but that doesn’t stop me moving. and painting my nails all the colors of the goddamn rainbow, and changing my room with a million things you’ll never see. it’s like, you had me, 2.0. and now i’m more like 3.0, aiming for 4. and i know that that’s not really how life works but it also helps me cope, to remember you’ll never see this me, you’ll never know her. you don’t know about the green jewelry dish i made that sits next to me on the nightstand and you don’t know the color of my lips when i’m hoping they’ll get kissed. the girl you loved does not exist anymore. there’s a peace to that, i think.

i don’t want to be desperate but i think i am, though. i cyber stalked two girls i met at a concert because we talked for twenty minutes and we laughed and so i saw a life in which we could be friends, but the follow request is still pending. so far the friend counter is still at two. i went on a date with a girl and didn’t feel the spark which, whatever, that’s what casual dating is, right? and i said maybe we could be friends, and she said fine, and then she ghosted. which, fair enough, but she did say it was all good. but then again i know that people just say things. i do it all the time. i still don’t really know if im the dickhead in that situation, but i mean. come on. it was one date.

[torawro]

[Heyy Sosa, I hope you're doing well! I'm sorry this is random, but I have to rant about Tsukishima from Bleach. I just finished watching the old episodes, and he..... he made me feel many things. I was angry at him for brainwashing ichigo's friends and family, but.... that man is goddamn pretty like I can't. Kubo had no business, making him that fine. Like... his voice. Imagine this man speaking to you softly as he fucks you roughly. Or he talks to your pussy as he eats you out. Ik he did terrible shit, but i would let this man fold me like lawn chair 💀💀💀]

[Like look at him 😭. Anyways lol, sorry for the rant 💀]

pls don't apologize i love the rants ! i should apologize bc im super duper late :((( i've been staring at this picture of him and this ask with hearts in my eyes i couldn't wait to answer it !!

and see, this is one of the reasons why i love u ! because WE SEE EACH OTHAAAAA OKAYYY!? pls i beg and implore u to continue to rant about this man in the future bc he and ginjou !!!!!!!!! LETS FUCKING TALK ABT ITTTT!. MMMM u should have seen him in the manga bc somehow he looks even sexier in there😖and this picture u chose >>>>>>>. idk why people don't talk abt him he's so fine ! ofc i cant ignore what he and ginjou did to my stinka ichi but i also can't ignore how gorgeous and tall he is either !! i literally NEED to climb him like a tree ! this ask of urs is making me go insane because why did u put the image of him talking to our pussy before he eats us out in my head !!??? and and and he'd slap our pussy when "it doesn't answer him" GOSSHHHH PLEASEEEE IM TEARING MY BONNET OFF ! he reeks of soft dom energy im telling u !

[stillwill76]

Alright, I know April’s almost over but as it is still Autism Acceptance Month, I wanted to talk a little about it. Just wanted to share what being autistic is like for me and some of my special interests.

I was diagnosed with ASD and ADHD when I was 8 years old. Back then, I was technically diagnosed with Asperger’s syndrome but that was merged into ASD in 2011 so I’ll just refer to it as ASD. Anyway, I didn’t really know what that meant until I was seventeen and actually did some research. Learning that a bunch of my behaviors and certain feelings I had were actually because I was autistic was…. I don’t know, relieving? Things started to make more sense. Before this point, all I knew was that I didn’t understand social cues and I was very specific about what I liked and disliked. It did not help that I was also on ADHD medication that exacerbated the negative parts of autism. Since that day, I’ve learned so much more about myself and I learn new things about autism everyday. I’m not angry or upset that I’m autistic. I was (and still kinda am) mad at the people who didn’t explain it to me properly when I was younger but that’s beside the point. I’ve learned to accept it and I’m a lot happier because of it. I don’t need people to be aware of me. I just need people to accept me.

Okay, that was a lot. Hmm. Anyway, SPECIAL INTERESTS, LET’S GO!!!! 😃

My primary special interests are manga, anime, and video games. And within those special interests are even MORE special interests. For example, some of the manga I have a huge interest in include Bleach, One Piece, Fullmetal Alchemist and Jujutsu Kaisen. There’s a lot more but there are too many list. On the flip side, the anime I like differs slightly. I don’t always like anime adaptations of manga I like. For example, I really don’t care for either the Bleach or One Piece adaptations (Bleach TYBW is the exception). There are certain scenes from each that I really enjoy watching and they both have great soundtracks and great voice acting in both the original Japanese and the english dubs, but weird choices that differ from the source material and huge pacing issues make them hard for me to watch. On the other hand, there are certain adaptations that I prefer to the source material, such as Demon Slayer or Mob Psycho 100. These two in particular take the original material and enhance it greatly. What’s more, there are certain series where I really like both the original manga and the anime (Chainsaw Man and Jujutsu Kaisen to name a couple). Also, I love original anime, like Space Dandy, Oddtaxi, Gurren Lagaan, Appare Ranman, and Vivy: Flourite Eyes Song. It’s really cool to see original content in a medium that is primarily adaptations.

Starting a new paragraph for video games. This might be my big special interest. RPGs, Metroidvanias, platformers, action games, puzzle games, party games, etc. I really love video games. Favorite series include but are not limited too: Mario, The Legend of Zelda, Kingdom Hearts, Pokémon, and Xenoblade Chronicles. In case you couldn’t tell, I’m a big Nintendo person. If I had to pick a genre, I’d say RPGs are my favorite, whether they are turned based or action oriented. My top three favorite games of all time are Paper Mario: The Thousand-Year Door, The Legend of Zelda: The Wind Waker, and Kingdom Hearts II. Favorite Pokémon generation is three though Scarlet is my current favorite game. I could go on about how I love different combat and level up systems in different games, how I love that the sidequests in the Xenoblade games add to the worldbuilding and give them so much depth, how I love watching videos analyzing background lore in games like Hollow Knight or Breath of the Wild or videos going into detail about how dark series like Kirby or Splatoon are, or how even though the story is insanely stupid I adore Kingdom Hearts for how sincere it is. But I feel like this has gone a bit longer than I originally intended.

Anyway, a couple of notes really quick about Autism Acceptance Month and autism in general:

Don’t support Autism Speaks. They are a hate group focused on trying to “cure” autism.

Don’t use the puzzle piece when talking about autism. It is ableist. Use either the gold infinity symbol for autism or the rainbow infinity symbol for neurodiversity.

Vaccinations don’t cause autism. Whoever came up with that can burn in hell.

I think that’s everything. If whoever is reading this is autistic, I hope you had a great Autism Acceptance Month.

[strangeswift]

hmm so. not to be uncontrollably randomly insane in people's inboxes but I LOVE ethel cain I LOVE talking about her music a mutual of mine got me into her in september and then I became everyone else's ethel cain mutual there are asks on andi's blog where I'm harassing her as proof SO. need to know your detailed thoughts on preacher's daughter🎤 also favorite song? mine is strangers because LITERALLY AM I TURNING IN YOUR STOMACH?? AM I MAKING YOU FEEL SICK????? also are there any you associate with st at all? american teenager is very st in general to me I have an edit about it I'm insane. hard times is also very el to me but that DOES require being a little more surface level about it and ignoring. um. ignoring what the song is actually getting at. ALSO under normal circumstances ptolemaea is not a will byers song but it WAS to me when I read andi's fic descent. ok wow sorry about this anyway yes ethel cain!!!

HI HI HI i just listened to preachers daughter all the way through a little over a week ago and i have been.. going Through it. i have cried to it two nights in a row <3 ANYWAY ok so american teenager goes crazy but my favorite songs on the album def a tie between a house in nebraska and sun bleached flies (the two i cried to) if i have to pick one i am def going for a house in nebraska. (this song is very mike in my byler exes fic wip coded i added it to the playlist) but strangers is so Fucking good i fr had to pause it when i first listened it's so visceral she's so insane. and YES american teenager is so st coded A LONG, COLD WAR WITH YOUR KIDS AT THE FRONT!! ok also you're so FUCKING RIGHT about ptolemaea with descent holy Shit. AND HARD TIMES!! YEAH!! YEAH IT IS SO EL don't worry i recontextualize songs to fit st characters all the time. i feel like with that same line of thinking even family tree (both of them) can loosely fit el in a way. especially the second one is kinda very loosley nina coded like she is being forced to return to her trauma (papa, her father) willingly and like sort of take up the mantle like the narrator is with the church yk? umm let me think OH OK televangelism is so very will in the lights s1 to me. okay i think that is all. for now. also link me the american teenager edit ? 👁👁

[hotaugust]

! In the crystal light of antagonism !

(sharp words slip hazily past recognition)

Yes yes… Yes I agree;

(infantal refusals stir the damask drapes -

clumsily bashing, a rustling that could be mistaken for wind)

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It’s very cold in my flat again. It’s winter.

I’m used to it, the cold. It’s whatever.

I reject my discomfort and open the windows when its time take to bed, heavy and nauseous, for my daily retirements (3pm)

Maybe I wake at 4 with a new life, self assured and eloquent in my mind,

it’s clear now, you know, how each point leads on to the next, it’s got subheadings and so forth. No no, I know what to say now.

Reschedule, rearrange, refocus. Rewrite this section, yes yes.

The colour wheel inverses and I am in the sky and you are far away.

Hot drink, hot water bottle, return to laptop.

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I try to explain how I can forget things, how night turns into day and into night again several times every 24 hours but I… I can’t quite recall what that’s like... In fact, I’m unsure what I’m even talking about. Never mind, you said it is insane, you’re right, yes yes.

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There was this thing, this whole world

A confusion of colour, a kaleidoscope, a small glass object, fragile,,, but it reflected the hidden light all across the white bleach sky of my skull. It was so magical and so terrifying that I almost walked off a bridge, I hated it - but it was mine, it was (it is) me.

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I stopped therapy in the spring of 2023, went to Scotland, went on amphetamines, went on the university website and applied for an online grad program, the institute, the best of its kind, only the other side of the country.

I started dancing and tapped myself away from the inside, out to the world of the real, away from those other people, into flesh and matter and the 21st century.

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I forget I forget I forget but also, I refuse.

I am busy,,

I am trying to express potential, flesh it out and bare with it for once in my life, the pills, they help me sit with the shame, they help me keep going, they keep me from going…

They help me from feeling dizzy and sick whenever I try to actually try.

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Repression, despite its tarred name and all the bad things you think about it, how wrong you think it is, how doomed, actually works to a certain extent.

I started therapy again on a strict maintenance only contract. It was nice to see someone kind of new, it had been 10 years, but someone who knew, without my having to explain.

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Last week I stopped again, no use going if we don’t,,, if I refuse.

Symptoms. Yes, yes yes, I refer to it, those people I mean, my cherished rejected people, I refer to them as symptoms now.

The language of psychoanalysis has an ironic dulling effect on the expression of memory.

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An impasse you could say, neither here nor there, not fully in the real (I am haunted), but the real real not forgotten either.

Sometimes I wish I could meet and converse again but, yes, you’ve guessed it, I refuse.

[nymphoheretic]

Am I the only one who low-key wishes demon slayer anime to go on hiatus? Dang I don't want it to end yet. Although they said the entire series would probably run for more 4-5 years but still, s4 production feels kinda too early for me too. 😞

I know these are just sentiments but I feel like most of the mangas/animes that I'm hooked on– if not ended yet– will end soon. And that includes kny (and aot is about to end soon).

It's just that those are my comfort mangas/animes and I don't want to lose them hahahahaha. It makes me sad. 😭 Rewatching a series feels different from a series you're anticipating. Dunno, it's just like that for me. 💔

Thank you for listening to my ted talk. 🤸

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I've been watching anime for about 20 years now so I understand how you feel about not wanting a series to end. I've had many of my favorites come and go (I waited over 10 years for bleach to come back and now I don't want it to end now either), but all good things must come to an end eventually (unlike one piece that show will probably still be going on when in 80 😒🤭)

But if it does go on a hiatus people may start to lose interest in it. Like with my comfort anime Bleach. It's been called mid, that the plot armor is too strong that ichigo is a bad MC. And I'd hate for demon slayer to become like that. It's insanely popular so it will probably never go on hiatus.