#feel free to turn it into a thread if you wanna!

[alitlantern]

#𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍 ━━━━━━━━━ ⚖️ ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ / ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ / ꜱᴇʟᴇᴄᴛɪᴠᴇ ᴄᴀʀʀᴅ , ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ , ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ , ᴛᴀɢꜱ

ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜɪɴɢꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ᴘᴇᴏᴘʟᴇ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴊᴜꜱᴛɪᴄᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ꜰɪᴛ ɪɴᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴛʜɪᴍʙʟᴇ.

𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 ━━━━━━━━━━━━━⚡ an unfriendly aesop: when a moral lesson conflicts with our understanding of "good."

― Melody, 29, they/she

― Account is 18+, NSFW is for 23+

― Disabled, chronically online, horrendous sleep schedule

― Right off the bat, I am sex positive, kink friendly, and a taboo safe haven. I don’t believe in “pro shipping” or anything of that ilk. As long as you’re an adult and not hurting anyone IRL, I beg you to write what you want. With me, even! I’ll write fucked up shit with you gleefully! Censoring will only aid the corrupt.

― Anti call out culture

― Haven’t been on Tumblr in probably 5 years, but I was here in the advent of RP and have a long, sordid history with it

― Iconless bc I’m not trying to screenshot games like that. It’s fine if you use them though!

― Don’t worry about matching my format, of course! I’m very lazy with it as it is

― Have played all the DA games + DLCs, working through the books now

― Constructive criticism about lore is always accepted!

― Brevity is the soul of art or whatever but I suck at it. Sorry :D

― Plotting >>>>

― I can usually bounce off of anything someone sends me, if plotting isn’t your jam, but I am here for the girls, the gays, and the theys that both want a 12 hour long yap session about every intricate detail and also write it all

― Explicit NSFW can be written on the dash if both parties are chill with it. If you wanna write it but don’t want it on the dash, I will be more than happy to move to Discord or Google docs! Also, I’m obviously just as happy to fade to black if need be.

― Favorite genres: Angst, hurt/comfort NSFW/erotica, fluff. I can roll with anything though

― Dark/Mature/Taboo themes will be mentioned; Anders is canonically a victim in many ways and I do not shy away from representing the fact.

― Please move ask responses to separate threads, linking to the original. Also, it doesn’t matter how much time has passed since I answered the ask; always feel free to turn anything into a thread!

― This is controversial but my biggest pet peeve is dropped threads. I’m disabled and have a very limited attention span, but I will still always go out of my way to not drop threads. It may take me weeks to reply, but no thread is ever dropped unless we’ve talked about it. I really hope for the same level of committment to this hobby from those I share it with

― Another controversial take; I don’t always follow with the intent to write. Yes, of course, I would love to write with absolutely everyone and will make that happen as much as I can, but I don’t think it’s a requirement to stay mutuals, or to even be friends! Sometimes I follow people just because I like the way they write, or I want to read their headcanons, or I mean to write with them in the future. I’m not in a rush here to figure out what to do with every last mutual. If that bothers you, please hard block me. No hard feelings!

― Dupes are welcome! We don’t have to write anything but I would love to be friends with people who love Anders as much as I do!

[heterochromatica]

@pixelgamer07 asked: "That fire power you got there is pretty cool. But, can you turn a fireball into a plasmaball?" Asked Element, aka the seven foot dude in the suit of dark green and gold power armor.

"Uhm... thank you?"

Shoto is visibly confused by that question coming from a total stranger, but then again, he's quite used to people asking strange things about his admittedly weird quirk.

"I- I'm not sure I know what that is?" so far he's never heard of a plasmaball and his fire power is not as extensive as his old mans quirk for example. Maybe he could do it?

[relentlessgrief]

@cinderschild sent a prompt:

“Are you feeling lonely, perhaps?”

There's a slow turn of the undead's head towards the other. Then a slow assessment of the other's presence. There's no physical indication of hostility on Connor's part. The second set of arms are behind his back, and his shoulders are lowered.

No muscles on Connor's face, but it matters not. It doesn't change the air of melancholy and oppressive air that surrounds him. It's cold, and it's heavy.

"...Yeah."

A straight up confession. No need to hide it.

[eyeless-smiles]

❛ you're a hot mess ❜

"Thanks for noticing." The Nightmare huffs as it slicks blond locks back with golden fingers drenched in fresh blood. Not his.

Onyx shades reflect the vigilante's visage back at him. Obscuring any sign of what may lay beneath their glassy surface. They glint in the low light of distant streetlamps along with the glistening crimson that drips from the steel knife in its grip.

"So, to what do I owe the pleasure of a visit from Gothams famous leather clad BDSM icon?"

@bruz3r

[steavia]

nobody in this business has a wholly clean history nor hands untouched by blood, and for much of that reasoning, bruno finds it both difficult and not to approach the woman. (would it not be hypocritical to remain entirely suspicious and closed off?)

there is also concern on his part, for none but those entirely unbothered by everything around them remains unscathed by their line of work, and he feels.. compelled, perhaps, to check in with the woman he's-- never actually spoken to before.

he hesitates -- but this is less due to what he already knows (the information he has on her as of yet is vague) and more to wariness toward appearing underestimating or condescending when his intent is the exact opposite.

in an effort to dismiss the risk of total surprise by as much as he can, bruno first clears his throat before speaking.

"--perdonami, signora. you are.. lydia, if i'm not mistaken, yes?"

a pause is taken here, and he then offers his hand for a handshake if she so wishes; if she refrains, he can't say he'd blame her, but an effort to be welcoming is better than nothing at all, isn't it?

"ah-- that was rude of me, to not give my name first. bruno bucciarati, at your service."

though easily deemed a reclusive individual by some, lydia has a repository of some knowledge of those who she works with, even if not directly. when the young man approaches her in an introductory manner, she recalls the name bucciarati from conversations in passing. a smile shows on her face; today is a better day for her anxiety, and it's well-concealed under a persona built around professionalism.

"it's nice to meet you - um, piacere." her italian is clearly not that of native tongue, but spoken with practice. she accepts the offered hand, shaking it firmly. "it's good to make your acquaintance, mister bucciarati... or, do you just prefer bruno?"

it's often that lydia toes the line between professionally polite and awkwardly stiff - but her greeting is genuine in that she holds no ill will. her green eyes glint with curiosity as she regards him, continuing. "i've heard a little about you from other capos - nothing but nice things, of course."

a little laugh under her breath, hoping that what she said wouldn't come off as offensive. (fine-tuned efforts to be the most normal woman in the room often come with the risk of losing balance.) & of course, she can't help but notice how young he appears to be - another concerning reality of this job that isn't lost on her.

"it's nice to finally put a face to the name. i take it you've been in passione for some time?"

[ewnotstiles-a]

sender sobs uncontrollably while receiver holds them ft. @littlemissr3d

immediate concern crosses stiles' face as soon as he noticed lydia rushing towards him, tears streaming down her face. he quickly moved to meet her. "woah, hey, what happened?" he asked, his voice gentle but filled with worry. instinctively, he reached out, gently placing his hands on her shoulders for a moment. then, stiles wrapped his arms around her, holding her close. "shh, it's okay." he murmured, his voice soft, comforting. he rubbed her back in slow circles, hoping to ground her. stiles continued to hold her, the silence between the two of them, comfortable. he knew that sometimes words weren't enough, and the simple act of being there for someone could make a difference.

[povlnfour]

ੈ✩‧₊˚ HOW DO YOU TURN THIS THING OFF? — LN4

pairing: lando norris x girlfriend!reader

summary: fans love when you make appearances in landos streams. it’s usually because he doesn’t know where something is, and the internet goes crazy over their favorite certified himbo. on one stream, you get a taste of your own medicine when lando tasks you with turning the live feed off, and fans get a little more of an insight into your relationship

genre: established relationship, humour

ੈ✩‧₊˚ yourusername just tweeted

ੈ✩‧₊˚ user2 just made a thread

ੈ✩‧₊˚ landonorris just posted a photo

liked by yourusername and 406,409 others

landonorris dinner date then stream, be there or be square, 6pm

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maxfewtrell did she have to show you how to use a knife and fork too?

yourusername i definitely had to show him how to fill my wine glass up when it was empty

user PUT Y/N ON THE STREAM WE WANT MORE Y/N

user if he comes on in a dress shirt i’m Dead

user oh they’ve all definitely seen the thread😭😭

ੈ✩‧₊˚ user just posted a thread

ੈ✩‧₊˚ yourusername just posted a photo

liked by landonorris and 108,654 others

yourusername this time it was my own stupidity that let the secret out. and i didn’t have to show him how to propose! he did it all on his own accord!

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user YOU’RE SUCH AN ICON

user only lando and y/n could accidentally expose their own engagement

user THE CAPTION😭😭 she really has kept him alive all these years huh

user ‘i wouldn’t want to think of a life without you anyway’ now if that’s not meant to be than what is

landonorris i love you

landonorris really quick whilst we’re at it,,, where tf do we keep the spare phone chargers?

yourusername oh.. oh baby. i’ll be home in 5

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a/n: hELLO! so the snippet from this got over 200 notes and i couldn’t wait to post it because you all loved it so much!

for the rest of my wips, check out the wip game linked in my pinned post!!

all of your feedback over the last few days has made me so happy sjdjsjs, any thoughts please feel free to send i am having so much fun creating for you guys. i seriously appreciate every like comment ask and follow!! anon emojis are now listed in my bio so if you wanna chat a bunch, have a look at what’s free !

- giselle

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[sunsetrcse]

❝ wow, that’s terrible. here, you try it. ❞

@dandelicn // Dialogue Prompts!

“Aw c’mon! It can’t be that bad!”

Rose reaches for the far too sugary treat being offered. Why this concoction of pure sugar rush was created is beyond anyone’s comprehension. It’d have any child ricocheting off the walls, and any adult’s teeth disintegrating on the spot.

But somehow, the bunny takes a sizable portion, and after a moment of consideration, hums in delight.

“What are you talkin about?? This is great!! If you don’t want it, I’ll take it!!”

[soulprompts]

CARING FOR THE SICK PROMPTS.

i found this list and kinda fed into it each time i got the flu or a migraine, and u know what, it's just me revealing just how much i love the caring threads and the soft threads and the fondly exasperated "let me help you" threads! use at your pleasure, DO NOT ADD TO THE LIST NOR EDIT IT! i will be changing it accordingly!

" i found you passed out in the kitchen. you wanna stop working yourself so hard? or do i need to keep hitting the gym to carry you to bed every day? "

" you're burning up. "

" your neighbour called me and said you could use a nurse. looks like they were right, too. "

" you were told to take it easy, so... yeah. this is kinda on you. "

" you took a sick day. you NEVER take a sick day. so yeah, i got worried, and i figured i'd come over and keep an eye on you. "

" you texted me a long and incoherent text that held about 90% of the emoji list and about four different languages. figured it wouldn't hurt to drop by and see how you were doing. "

" how long have you been sick for? and don't lie. "

" you look like hell. "

" i brought you some soup; let me heat some up for you? "

" okay. it's time you went to the hospital. "

" hey… hello there, sleeping beauty. you gave me a bit of a scare yesterday. how are you feeling? "

" i swear, if you even think of getting out of that bed… "

" you know when i said to call if it's an emergency? a fever is most DEFINITELY considered an emergency! "

" if you think you're going to work like this, you better think again. "

" don't worry. my family swears by this remedy; just let it work its magic and you'll feel good as new in no time. "

" I don't care about getting sick. i'm not leaving you until you're back to full health. "

" you didn't stop to think that this might happen when you're burning the candle at both ends? "

" yeah, I can play the role of nurse AND say "I told you so" at the same time, actually. "

" you better drink every last drop of this tea, no matter how disgusting it is. "

" i told my boss it was an emergency so they've given me a full week to look after you. "

" quit being so stubborn and get into BED! "

" what part of doctor's orders hasn't sunk in yet? bed rest! for the WEEK! "

" right, where do you keep your saucepans? i'm going to make you my famous noodle soup. it's a cure-all, i'm telling you! "

" hey, unless you're going to the bathroom or the sofa, I don't want to see you out of that bed. got it? "

" when are you gonna start letting people look after you, huh? "

" i know, i know, i turned off all the lights once i figured you had the migraine. you want some tea? water? "

" don't be mad, but i saw your fridge, and... it frightened me. so i've taken you back to my place, and i'm gonna get deliveroo to bring some groceries to your place tomorrow. okay? "

" i know your appetite is a little off, so i ordered in a whole tonne of options. just try a little bit of something, please? for me? "

" i've brought half a pharmacy, enough movies and boardgames to last us a decade, and every single snack i could fit into the basket at the grocery store. so sit your butt down, eat your soup, and try and make the most of your bed rest for the next week, will you? "

ACTION PROMPTS ( SEND THE FULL LINE! and feel free to reverse if u wish! ):

[ TOUCH ]: sender gently rests a hand against the receiver's forehead to check their temperature.

[ DAMP ]: sender presses a cool cloth against the receiver's face, neck and forehead to try and lower their fever.

[ BLANKET ]: sender wraps another blanket around the receiver to try and stop them from shivering.

[ SPOON ]: sender gently coaxes spoons of soup into the receiver's mouth to build up their strength after an illness.

[ CARRY ]: sender, finding the receiver weakened/unconscious on the floor, immediately lifts them up and carries them back to bed.

[ AROUND ]: sender keeps a protective arm around the receiver to help them walk without the risk of stumbling or collapsing.

[ STAY ]: sender decides to stay by the receiver's bedside after learning that they're sick.

[ HAIR ]: sender smooths back the receiver's hair in a soothing gesture to try and help them go back to sleep.

[ TILT ]: sender tips a bottle of water up for the receiver to sip from.

[ HUM ]: sender hums/sings to soothe a sick receiver back to sleep.

[ BACK ]: sender gently rubs the receiver's back, either to soothe them or warm them while they're unwell.

[ SHARE ]: sender climbs into the receiver's sickbed with them, wrapping their arms around them to offer warmth and comfort.

[ SHOWER ]: sender, learning the receiver has a high fever, takes a cold shower with them in order to lower their temperature.

[ WAKEN ]: the receiver wakes up in bed, having been found unconscious by the sender and carried into the bed from the floor.

[ QUARANTINE ]: the sender and receiver, both being sick, decide to quarantine together and spend the recovery period with each other.

[y0urm4m]

!Needy / clingy Matt!

Head cannons

A/N: I’ll be honest these have been rotting in my drafts for a while I just made them look cute and edited them. Also in most of these I’d personally say Matt is portrayed as a sub!

< nsfw || if you don’t like it just scroll >

(Nickname use ‘baby’ I think like once or twice and smut ahead!)

1. ✮ ‘clingy Matt! when your on a call with a friend’ -

“No I’m free tonight.” I mumble into my phone. Matt friend wrapping his arms around my waist, his hips gently rocking against thigh as he looks up at me. “I’ll call you back later,” I sigh ending the phone.

“Such a clingy boy.” I murmur down to Matt, he let out a soft whimper as he rocked his hips against my thigh even faster.

“D..don’t want you to go out tonight.” He mumbled against my chest. More moans and whimpers spilling from his soft, lips as his pre-cum leaked through his pj pants.

The rest of the day consisted with Matt begging me to stay home, I eventually gave in and stayed home. Matt’s hands never leaving my body as he clung onto me like his life depended on it.

2. ✮ ‘needy Matt! when you’re trying to work online but he wants you to touch him’ -

“Matt I’m trying to work.” I say softly as I continue to concentrate on my computer, the sound of the keyboard clicking filling my ears.

He shuffled in his seat, trying to soothe his bulging erection which was being strained by his jeans. “Please touch me, ‘need you so badly.” He whined, trying to convert my attention to him. “I need to finish this by tonight, m’sorry.” I say apologetically as I continue typing on the computer.

He slowly moved even closer towards me. “Please I need you so bad, you can work again after. I promise I’ll leave you alone.” He said pleadingly.

I sighed before spinning my chair around to face him. “Pull your jeans down.” I ordered, tapping his thigh. Matt’s eyes lit up as he instinctively unzipped his jeans, pulling his boxers down as well.

I slowly pumped his rock hard dick, before swirling my tongue lazily around his leaky tip.

His lips parted as incoherent words left his lips, his hands rested on the back of my head as he slowly threaded them through my hair.

“Your mouth feels so good around me,” he whimpered as he neared the edge of his release already.

I picked up the pace, bobbing my head up and down his length as my manicured nails raked up his thighs.

“Thank you so much.” He moaned, throwing his head back as he finally got the sexual relief he longed for.

I smiled softly, swallowing his load as I spun my chair back around and immediately returned to my online work.

3. ✮ ‘clingy! Matt when you guys are watching a film.’

Me and Matt where sat on the couch watching a movie he had desperately begged me to watch.

Well I was watching the movie, Matt was currently begging me to cuddle with him.

���C’mon then,” I giggled, opening my arms invitingly.

His eyes lit up as he immediately moved closer to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and nuzzling his face into the crook of my neck.

“Hey I thought you wanted to watch this film, hm?” I added looking down at him. “I did but I also wanted to cuddle.” He mumbled into the crook of my neck.

I turned my focus back to the film, Matt on the other hand didn’t, he eventually fell asleep his face still pressed into the crook of my neck.

4. ✮ ‘needy! Matt when he wants to make you feel good’ -

His hips gently thrust against mine as I throw my head back and let out a moan.

“Makin me feel so good, baby.” I praise him in which causes him to let out a loud moan as he picks up the pace of his thrusts. My manicured nails raked up him back, as I pressed down making small crescent moon indents on his skin.

“M’so close.” I moaned, the band in my stomach getting ready to snap at any given moment. “Please cum, wanna know how good I’m making you feel.” He whimpered, his hips snapping against mine.

“Mph- shit I’m cumming.” I moaned, my legs quivering as they tightened around Matt’s waist. As soon as I came, Matt let out a loud groan releasing ribbons of white inside my gummy walls.

5. ✮ ‘clingy! Matt when you’re both laying down for a nap’ -

Matt nuzzled his face into my chest, breathing in my scent. I nuzzled my own face into the pillow under my head as I slowly closed my eyes.

“Y/n..” Matt whispered, tugging at my his t-shirt. “Hm?” I said half-asleep and half-awake. “C..can I?” He asked tugging on the T-shirt even more.

I slowly nodded my head in my sleepy state as he pulled my T-shirt just high enough so he could latch his mouth around my hardening nipple.

“mmm, night.” He mumbled against my chest. “Night, baby.” I whispered, closing my eyes as I slowly fell asleep.

He eagerly suckled on my nipple as his eyes fluttered shut and he eventually fell into a deep slumber, his lips parting as they released my nipple from his grasp.

6. ✮ ‘Clingy! Matt when he desperately doesn’t want to stop eating you out.’ -

I gently tugged on Matt’s soft, brunette locks as he swirled his tongue around my sensitive clit.

I had came a few times already but Matt was desperate for more.

He lapped and sucked at my sensitive bundle of nerves causing me to let out more and more moans.

My sounds were like music to his ears as he eagerly continued.

His hips rutted against the mattress, trying the soothe the sexual ache in his pants as he devoured me like his last meal.

“G..gonna cum.” I moan, my eyes fluttering shut as my legs began closing around Matt’s head.

Once I had realised I was practically squeezing Matt’s head I unclenched my legs.

He looked up at me, his mouth covered in my juices, that lazy smile that I loved so dearly portrayed on his face before he dived straight back in between my thighs.

A/N: I will confess I’ve never written head cannons in my life, so if these eat ass I’m sorry 😪

Tag list: @junnniiieee07 @mattyb4dominicans @imwetforyourmom @stasiesturn @sturnthepot

[godsfavdarling]

having him

part of him (one-shot series), my masterlist

pairing: Spencer Reid x gn!reader summary: You come home and hide, not wanting to bother Spencer. words: 1k warnings: reader having a bad day, anxious/sensitive reader, no y/n, hurt/comfort

Spencer stood in the kitchen, concentrating hard as he attempted to cook something delicious for the both of you.

He wasn’t much of a cook—despite excelling at many, maybe too many, things—this wasn't one of them.

Still, he was determined.

After all, he had a few days off after a long case in Nebraska, and he was adamant about spending every free minute with you before he was inevitably called away again to some distant, gruesome crime scene.

You had always done so much for him.

You listened patiently, even when he rambled endlessly about whatever came to his mind.

You cooked, brewed amazing coffee, and baked incredible sweets—though you never ate them yourself, always claiming to hate anything you made.

Yet, Spencer's sweet tooth had turned your kitchen into a miniature bakery.

You held him through his nightmares, gently soothing him in the middle of the night, and kissed him with a smile whenever you said goodbye and hello.

To him, you were the sweetest candy brought to life, and he planned on making it all up to you, even if it took until the end of the world.

That’s why, when you came home this evening, quietly said hello, and disappeared into the bathroom before he could even reach you for a hug, he took notice.

At first, he thought maybe you just really needed to go.

But after a while, as you remained in there, he started to worry.

Maybe you weren’t feeling well. Maybe something was wrong.

The water wasn’t running, so you weren't showering.

He knew something was off.

Spencer stopped chopping vegetables with his perfectly methodical precision and approached the bathroom door, knocking gently.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked, his voice soft and concerned.

“Yeah,” you responded quickly. Too quickly.

He frowned. “You’ve been in there a while. Do you need anything?”

“I’m fine. Thank you.”

“I’m making your favorite,” he offered with a small smile, even though you couldn’t see it. “Well, trying. It probably won’t be as good as when you make it.”

“I’m sure it’ll be delicious.”

Spencer hesitated, turning slightly, almost ready to give you the space you seemed to need. But something held him back. He couldn’t leave you like this.

“Sweetheart,” he said softly, “we can talk, you know? Whatever it is. Rough day?”

“Nothing happened. I’m okay.”

“It’s okay if you’re not,” he said, his voice gentle but firm.

That’s when he heard it—the small, broken sob you had been trying so hard to suppress.

“Can I come in?” he asked gently, his heart tightening at the sound.

“No.”

He didn’t leave. He stood there, waiting silently, hoping you’d change your mind.

After a moment, he heard the click of the door unlocking.

Slowly, he pushed it open to find you sitting on the closed toilet seat, red-eyed and weary.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked, crouching down to meet your eyes, though you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“I’m just exhausted,” you whispered, your lips trembling as you spoke. “I’m okay.”

Your lips pressed into a thin line as your eyes flickered to the floor. You seemed to be holding yourself together with the last threads of composure, afraid that meeting his gaze would break you completely.

So, he did the only thing he could think to do—he hugged you.

Gently, he wrapped his arms around you, one hand resting softly on the back of your head, the other around your shoulders, pulling you close to him.

At first, you kept your hands pressed to his sides, as if trying to keep yourself from falling apart entirely. His embrace was warm and safe, but you fought against the urge to crumble.

“We don’t have to talk about it,” Spencer murmured, his breath soft against your hair. “But it might make you feel better.”

“I’m okay,” you insisted again, your voice barely above a whisper.

“You keep saying that,” he said, his tone laced with understanding. “But something’s obviously going on. If not outside, then in your head. And that matters too.”

You closed your eyes, squeezing them shut as if that might stop the tears from falling.

“It’s nothing. I don’t want to bother you.”

Spencer pulled back just enough to look at you, his brow furrowing in concern.

“You could never do that,” he said, his voice soft but steady. “Please, don’t hide yourself from me. I’m here to take care of you too.”

“I can take care of myself,” you mumbled, your voice cracking under the weight of your emotions.

“Of course you can,” he agreed, his thumb brushing gently against your temple. “But you don’t have to. I’m here now too. All yours.”

That was it. The dam finally broke.

“It’s just... I’m tired,” you admitted, your words spilling out in a rush.

“I didn’t feel good today, and I’m overwhelmed, and I feel like everyone hates me. I can’t do anything right, and I wish I could just stop time and recharge, but I can’t because it’s not possible. I know I’ll be okay, but everything’s too much. I just wish it would all stop, and I don’t know how to explain it. I don’t want to bother you, and I thought about texting, but you just got time off. I didn’t want to make it miserable, but now I am, and now I regret saying all this, and—”

By then, you were crying again, the words tumbling out incoherently between sobs.

Spencer didn’t say anything this time—he just pulled you closer, holding you tighter, letting you cry until there was nothing left.

[81folklore]

this is me trying - LECLERC

pairing: charles leclerc x small!singer!reader (fc: olivia rodrigo)

summary: after a twitter thread was made talking about the struggles you faced in a horrible way, you release a song you wrote with charles to talk about it

authors note: i am in no way saying olivia has struggled with or is dealing with anything mentioned in this story. this song means alot to me as someone who struggles with both addiction and my mental health so if im projecting..no one needs to know😁 i honestly have no clue how this is going to turn out but we will see. anything in bold italics is french

warnings: talks of addiction, depression, anxiety and suicide. alcohol addiction, drugs and self harm are all mentioned. the topics of this is me trying are mentioned, for obvious reasons but in a more personally focused way (if that makes sense). unwarrented hate (?). nothing really goes into detail but just regular warnings, please reach out to someone if you are struggling!!

authors note 2: i had to dust this one off and I HATE IT. its literally my least favorite work ive ever done so please feel free to keep scrolling😭😭 i just kept projecting by accident and it honestly kind of got out of hand. im also SO BAD with my wording so i have no clue if any of it sounds how i wanted it too!!

authors note 3: after reading it over i realised i never actually explained what i was talking about in the song thread so quickly, charles’ and yn split for a short period after yn started shutting him out, she spoke to someone (the stranger) who helped her start to extend the branches back out to charles and they got back together around 11 ish months before the song was released!! the fans never knew why they broke up, there was some speculation but most of it was dropped when they got back toegther

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good food, yummy people😋

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arthur_leclerc: you mean good people yummy food right?

yourusername: suuure😁

charles_leclerc: beautiful girl

yourusername: love you!!

user7: what is charles doing in the 5th picture😭😭

yourusername: he dropped his airpod😭

user10: girl have you seen twitter…

user75: charles run as fast as you can

user2: there is no way charles knew he’d never be with someone like that💀

user10: what and he’d be with someone like you??

user6: wait what is happening in these comments what happened on twitter?

user7: someone made a thread ‘exposing’ yn but its just a bunch of bullshit that his fans are using because they dont like yn

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studio time with baeee💋💋

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charles_leclerc: my favorite musician💐

charles_leclerc: i love you so much

yourusername: you mean the world to me charlie

pierregasly: kika wants to know if she can come next time

yourusername: tell her to text me so we can arrange it!!

user73: oh my god new music soon

user64: does this mean charles is on her new music?!

yourusername: maybeee

user64: GIRL DONT TEASE US LIKE THIS

user99: im so sorry about whats happening on twitter you dont deserve that

user2: yes she does

arthur_leclerc: can you tell charles to stop talking about your music when im not allowed to hear it, please🙏

yourusername: sorry arthur!! wanna come for a car ride and listen to it with us??

arthur_leclerc: please please please

user82: yn and charles taking arthur on a car ride to listen to her new song, oh what if i cried😭😭

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*text in first picture reads: 🤍🤍* *text in second picture reads: so unbelievably proud of my sister*

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if you had told me a year ago that not only would i still be here but i would be releasing a song talking about the darkest times of my life with the love of my life by my side i would never have believed you.

throughout the past few months i have revisited times of my life i wish i could have left behind but ive learnt that accepting that this is a part of me now is important in my journey of moving forwards, and in moving forwards ive learnt that my struggles do not define me and i wont be embarrassed by things that have affected me

sometimes i wish i could go back and erase that part of my life, erase the way i felt, erase the way i treated the people i loved the most. but i cant, and i wont let people belittle me for that time anymore

if you have struggled in the past or are struggling today, you are not alone. its a cliche thing to say but i promise you at least one other person will be experiencing the feelings your feeling, you may not know them, you may never know them but you are not alone, you never have been and you never will be

you are not weak for struggling, you are not weak for finding ways to cope, no matter what they may be, you are not weak for shutting people out and you are not weak for reaching out for help, no matter how little you think you need it. you deserve help, no matter how small your problems may seem to you, you are worthy of being safe, you are worthy of being happy

i never thought i would release a song highlighting those times for me, but i wanted anyone whose been through these things to know that i love you and i will always love you; this is me trying out now on all platforms❤️‍🩹

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arthur_leclerc: i am so so proud of you, you deserve all the happiness in the world

charles_leclerc: you mean the world to me, i am so proud of what you have achieved and i will be by your side forever and always

yourusername: charlie i hold so much love for you i feel like i may explode

user55: ive been struggling with an addiction for a while, i cannot express the way this song feels. just, thank you so much

yourusername: im right beind you darling, i believe in you❤️‍🩹

user81: i fear if i listen to this anywhere outside of the comfort of my room i will break down in tears

user93: 🩵🩵

user42: I😭JUST😭WANTED😭YOU😭TO😭KNOW😭THAT😭THIS😭IS😭ME😭TRYING😭

sebastianvettel: im so proud of you yn, come visit with charles soon sweetheart

yourusername: dropping everything and coming right now

lewishamilton: 💜💜

yourusername: hi lewis🤭🤭

user70: YN HELP😭😭 (just like me fr)

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*text on first photo reads: i hold so much love for you🩷* *text on second photo reads: my bestest friend in the entire universe🩵*

[starkeysprincess]

unfortunately i’m too much of a sub to be into pegging BUT what if you just wanted rafe to feel so good like he makes you feel so you try to convince him to wear a butt plug while he fucks you 🙈 he’d make you choke on his cock while he lubed the plug and gently sink it into himself but soon he’s cumming harder than he ever had before and only then letting you hold him while he came down from his high now determined to fuck you and make you cum faster than him next time 🙂‍↕️

i’m also far too much of a sub so I get it 😭 this is my first time writing something like this + pls keep in mind this is merely a thought i was sent warnings: face fucking, mention + use of butt plug, 18+ mdni

when you first brought it up to rafe, he was in disbelief, "you want me to wear what?".

you'd be pouting at him, batting your lashes as you used the nickname you knew he loved hearing, "c'mon rafey, please, wanna make you feel good".

"yeah? could make me feel good by taking my cock down that pretty throat" he snickered, hand threading through your hair, pulling your head back, the tip of his cock rubbing against your plump lips before shoving his length into your warm, wet mouth.

his hand gripped the back of your head, pushing your head further down, pulling gags from you. your hands rested on his thighs, holding on as he thrust harshly up into your mouth as your drool coated his dick, running down to his balls.

your gags filled his room, tears welling in your eyes as you struggled to breathe through your nose, "shit, you look so good chokin' on my cock...just like that" rafe groaned.

his hips snap up against your face, your nose hitting against his happy trail with every thrust. curses leave his mouth when your throat constricts around him, "fuck baby".

his free hand pushing his bangs out of his face, panting lightly as he feels his orgasm getting closer.

he couldn't help but let his mind wander, curiosity getting the best of him as he stared at the object lying near him on the edge of his bed, your words "wanna make you feel good" replaying like a broken record in his head.

rafe's hand had a mind of its own, reaching for the plug and the bottle of lube. his thumb pushing the lid of the bottle up, squirting the lube onto his palm before coating the entirety of the plug.

he lifts his hips, his tip hitting the back of your throat as he guides the plug toward his puckered hole. the lube allows him to slowly push the plug further, stretching himself and letting out a small groan.

his balls tighten at the combination of you choking on his cock and the top of the plug hitting a spot deep inside him.

“oh fuck…” rafe moans, jaw slacking, his body tingling at the sensation and his cock pulses in your mouth. his thighs trembling against your palms and his vision clouding as his eyes roll to the back of his skull.

“fuck, ‘m gonna cum, baby” your pussy throbbing at his little whimper and you could feel his body shaking as he his orgasm hits him hard, thick ropes of cum spilling down your throat.

his cock slips out of your mouth as he pulls you off, pulling you onto his lap, burying his face into the crook of your neck as he catches his breath, “shit, think that was the hardest I’ve ever came” he chuckles softly.

“told you it’d make you feel good” you murmur, running your hand through his hair soothingly, “guess I should listen to you more often, huh?”.

“now it’s my turn to make you feel good, gonna have you screaming and crying f’me by the time ‘m done with you”.

[raainberry]

Hallway Rush

Sana x gn!reader

« silly series - 17 »

synopsis - just you and sana being the epitome of the honeymoon phase

wordcount - 725

T/W - None just fluff and kinda (highkey) very sappy

A/N - back to our regularly scheduled program, its been too long🤭

It’s exhilarating. Being with Sana.

The way she holds your hand, her fingers tight and intertwined with yours. The red nails looked pretty on her, pressing and picking at your skin as she tried to keep up with you.

This sprint down the street and up to her place had her heart racing yours while your feet raced the sun. It had already set, you just wanted to beat the moon to the sky, see the stars in her eyes.

The fading light bathed your laughter, both echoing off the walls, blending with the sound of your footsteps and the shadows they cast.

Every step you took, every glance you gave heightened your senses. The blood in your veins was burning, speeding and spreading through your cheeks. It hurt, tugging and straining the muscle but you couldn’t stop smiling. Either of you.

You could feel the pull extending beyond the bounds of your bodies, reaching the ones in your minds. Your thoughts roamed free there, all consumed and centered around each other, drawing you closer with every passing day.

The momentum carried you both forward. As soon as her front door came into sight, you acted on a habit. Pulling on her hand and pressing her against the wall right next to it. The same one that separated her apartment from that angry neighbor of hers.

Her breath hitched, caught in her throat and off guard despite the familiar move. Skin flushed, eyes sparkling, looking into yours and finding herself glowing in them.

The world stopped, obeying the pause you’d started to catch your breath. Nothing, no one was around but the two of you, leaving only time to slow down. To bend to your will, just to get one more second of this moment.

The heat seemed to comply, sticking to your skin, stuck in the air you had trouble finding as you closed the space keeping you away from her. You could feel your heartbeat in your ears, muffling the sound of her shallow breathing—all your senses were mixed up, nothing made sense anymore except her.

“Stay with me?” She said, her hands drawing your eyes down to her nails again, now clutching your shirt.

You looked back into her eyes, your breaths and smiles mingling. “Like I’d wanna go anywhere.”

“Even if I’m there?” Her eyes looked for yours, wide and teasing, almost curious. A subtle bite of her bottom lip, the one you’ve been eyeing this whole time.

“Only if you’re there,” you grinned, inches away from her giggles.

Her hands climbed up to your collar, pulling you to finally close the distance. Quick pecks, chasing and pulling each other for more. They all melted into a deep warmth you could feel in the pit of your stomach. Her hands moved higher to thread through your hair, gently pulling you even closer and setting your lungs on fire

The world around you seemed to blur and fade—until it all became real and sharp again. Time was up.

Heavy footsteps echoed down the hallway, and it was your turn to freeze. Sana’s breath hitched as she recognized the old man’s stride. “Oh, no…” She whispered, her eyes widening in frustration.

You turned to see her neighbor turning the corner, his face already set in a deep scowl. He stopped short when he saw the two of you pressed against the wall, still tangled in each other’s arms.

“Again?!”

That was enough to make you both break apart, laughter escaping your hearts from the sudden adrenaline rush.

“Take it somewhere else!” The old neighbor urged, his steps quickly carrying him over, threatening to reach you.

Sana fumbled with her keys and you urged her on, glued to her back, nervous giggles tickling her ear as you looked back at the man. “Sorry!” She called out, finally unlocking the door.

The second you heard that click your hands flew to her back, ushering her inside; where the world was off-limits. You closed the door behind you, letting your back hit and lean back against it, locking everything away.

It all went silent, nothing but her laughter filling and bouncing off these walls. She turned to you, her eyes narrowed in happiness. In bliss.

You beat the moon. The stars were dancing in her eyes now, twinkling with a light you could bask in forever.

[stargirlrchive]

heeyy, i need softdom!gaz so badly 😞☝️

me too me too me too :c

cw: kyle garrick x gender neutral reader, penetration

18+ ONLY — MINORS DNI

but kyle is so fucking sweet on you. pampers you like you wouldn’t believe, and that heavily translates into the way you have sex.

his fingers are so thick, and rough but he’s so gentle with you. peppering your body with kisses as he folds you into him, or into whatever position he wants to take you in. gripping the back of your thighs as he pushes your knees to your chest.

you’re so sensitive because he’s already made you cum twice but he wants another. he wants to feel you tighten around him one last time before he cums.

“you can do it, baby. just one more.”

whines and mewls of pleasure falling from your mouth as you nod, his thick cock pressing into you to stretch you around his veiny shaft once more.

he’s laughing quietly down at your fucked out expression, you can barely keep your eyes open as you beg him desperately, “pleasepleaseplease.”

“please what, hm?”

and quite honestly, you don’t know what you’re begging for. all you can focus on is the way kyle’s cock is causing something warm and pleasant to coil in your belly.

a tight thread that feels like it’s going to snap at any moment.

at your silence, his free hand comes up to gently grip at your jaw, your eyes snapping open to look at him.

“be good and use your words.”

you tighten around him as your fingers dig into the creamy sheets of your bed. desperation lacing your tone as your chest rises and falls in rapid succession, “need to cum, please-wanna cum so bad.”

gaz’s smirk turns feral as he stares down at you, tutting softly as he pushes two fingers into your mouth.

“see, baby. that wasn’t so hard was it?”

and you can’t respond, your mouth stuffed with his fingers as you drool around his digits. his hips snapping into yours as his cock continues to bully into you.

“you don’t need to ask, love. just let go.”

and he doesn’t need to tell you twice because the warmth that was blooming in your belly has now spread all over your body. all the way down to the tip of your toes as you tighten around him and your release washes over.

“kyle-fuckfuck!”

he’s leaning down, pushing your knees even closer to your chest as his mouth slots over yours. drinking in and swallowing down the noises that fall from your mouth.

“there you go, did so fuckin’ good for me.”

and he delivers a few more short thrust into you before he’s cumming and filling you up. easing your body into a much more comfortable position as he massages your aching muscles and kisses you all over.

his lips ghosting over your skin as he mumbles how good you were for him and how much he loves you.

[cheolhub]

SLEEPING BEAUTY — LEE SEOKMIN ࿐

summary. seokmin can’t go back to sleep when he’s aching like this— it’s a good thing you’re always there for him.

wc. 1.2k

warning. consensual somnophilia, dry humping/thigh fucking, needy service top!seokmin, heavy dirty talk, praise kink, unprotected sex, creampie, mentions of face sitting, creampie, weird position (lol) — MINORS DNI 18+

note. hi um i was on twitter and then i thought of this and wrote it in an hour. i want him so bad (not joking) THANK U SM TO MY LUVR @rkiv4d FOR BETA-ing. ILY <333

5:47 a.m.

you must be dreaming. fuck, you have to be, there’s no way you aren’t right now. all you can hear is seokmin’s attempt at muffling his breathy moans with your eyes closed. he can’t help it, though. such a poor thing– rutting his bare length into your panty-covered cunt as he tries to make himself cum before you wake up. 

but you realize you aren’t dreaming. that he simply is using your unconscious body to get off. when you stir awake with a moan, eyebrows furrowing, and his name slipping from your pouty lips, you then notice how turned on you are yourself. 

“seokmin?” you mumble, voice lilting at the uncomfortable wetness you feel between your thighs. 

he moans at the sound of his name, feeling his cock twitch now that you’re awake. he’s helpless when it comes to you. you don’t even have to do anything and you’re blessing his dreams with your pretty face and your whimpers of his name. you just have to lay there with your eyes closed and mouth slightly parted as your chest rises and falls rhythmically. you do nothing, and seokmin is in shambles over you. 

the power you hold over him has him fumbling over his own words. 

“f-fuck, baby.” he breaths. “baby, please– ‘m sorry… so so sorry–fuck,” his voice pleading and desprate as you feel him rutting faster against you, hands squeezing your waist tightly. “woke up so hard– kept dreaming about your pretty pussy.” he gasps out and you shudder at his words. 

he doesn’t stop there, continuing to ramble and ramble on as you felt just how hard he was. now that you were fully awake, it was clear to you what exactly he was doing. with his spit-soaked cock slotted in between your cotton-draped cunt– he was practically fucking your thighs, yet you could feel him. all of him and his glory pressed against your unbelievably wet core.

“didn’t wanna wake you. tried using my fist– angel, i tried.” he cries, digging his face into your warm neck. “but y-you… you were laying next to me so fuckin’ pretty, it didn’t work.” 

you try to imagine how beautiful he must’ve looked next to you. with a disheveled head of hair, his sleepy eyes drooping, and his hand covered in spit while he fucks up into his fist. an image formulates in your head and you clench around nothing. god, it’s a sight you’d kill to see. 

“wanna fuck you,” he murmurs against your skin. “w-wanna fuck you ‘n fill you up, please let me, baby…” 

you moan at the idea, grinding against him as you gush a wave of honey-like arousal, further ruining your panties. “seok…” you whine.

“let me, please. please, please, gonna make you feel good– i’ll even let you sit on my face when we’re done.” he begs, voice growing high-pitched in pure desperation. “jus’ lemme fuck you.”

at the incentive, you gasp, blindly reaching for the back of his head. you thread your fingers through the silky strands, pulling him out of your neck. you turn your head, smashing your lips against his, hungrily forcing your tongue into his mouth and moaning at the feeling of his own colliding with yours.

his face scrunches up, taking the kiss as a silent form of agreement. his hands grabs at your thigh, prying your legs apart as he lifts it up to access your core. he fumbles once more, pushing your panties to the side, temporarily freeing your glistening cunt from the fabric. you shiver, parting from his lips to gasp. 

he rests his forehead against yours, “can i?”

you nod, panting from the heated kiss. “please, baby… ‘m so wet for you.” your free hand snakes down, toying with your clit and moaning out his name with another ‘please.’

he groans, “hold your leg up for me, baby, let me do the rest.”

you comply, taking your hand from his hair and pulling your knee to your chest. the position is slightly awkward, but all thoughts and feelings of discomfort literally exit the room when seokmin guides his cock to your aching hole. he pushes in with a moan, feeling your gummy walls invite him in with ease due to how wet you are. 

“pussy’s so fuckin’ good to me,” he says with a cracked voice. “so, so good ‘n tight ‘n warm– fuck, my good girl.”

your walls hug him tighter with that, crying out over his size and the stretch. when he bottoms out, you feel the tip of his cock scraping against the sweet spot that makes you desperate. you attempt to push back against him, but the position doesn’t allow you to do so, so you whine instead. 

“deeper, please,” you strain your neck to look at him and he looks blissed out. though the sun wasn’t out yet, the dim moonlight that shines through your large window was doing more than enough to illuminate his pretty, pretty face. “baby, please. need to feel you deeper.”

seokmin loved when you got needy for him the way he was for you. it fueled his ego– not as much as when you praised him, though. his brain goes haywire at the slightest compliment, so when he delivers a few sharp thrusts, and you babble about how fucking amazing he feels, he’s immediately pussy drunk. 

his hand finds the one you have gripping your thigh and moves it next to your head, intertwining his fingers into it. before you know it, he nearly topples over you as he roughly snaps his hips into your ass. 

with your cheek pressed against the warm pillow, you’re crying and drooling at the way he fills you up deliciously. the tip of his cock hits your sweet spot with every quick, deep stroke he provides and you’re compelled to push yourself over the edge by roughly rubbing the pads of your fingers against your clit. 

“love this pussy, love fucking you like this– so fucking perfect. you’re so perfect, love you so much.” he babbles, lasting longer than he originally thought he would’ve. “wan’ you to cum for me. cum on my cock, my love.”

“l-love you!” you sob, pulsing over him. your velvety walls squeeze him as his words and his cock and the fingers on your clit push you over the edge, creaming and soaking his dick with your cum without a warning. 

he presses wet kisses to every accessible area on your back, neck, and shoulders. fucking you through your orgasm, cooing at you while he tries to keep his eyes from rolling back. he cries loudly, though, once he stills inside you, filling you with a substantial load of cum– painting your insides white.

he squeezes your hand tightly before collapsing, dick still inside of you and face hiding in the crook of your neck. you’re both panting, small whimpers leaving your bodies as you come down from your euphoric highs.

“g’morning, ‘minnie.” you giggle, breathily. 

“g’morning, angel.” he murmurs, words muffled into your skin. “thank you for that…”

“mmm, s’all good, baby.” you hum. “though… i do remember a certain promise involving me sitting on a special someone’s pretty face.” you squeeze around his cock again and he hisses. 

he pulls out and untangles himself from you before laying flat on his back with a grin on his face. 

“mhm, come ride my face, angel.”

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