#from a rq on insta

[pbeltarts]

a sign from me to you

[hell-lazy-psychology]

hello!!! hello!!!!! （＾Ｏ＾☆♪

[jeffrrandell]

Mark modeling some beautiful dresses because he loves his job

[necrogfie]

okay ... genuine and semi-important question,

was anyone else on maptwt / aamtwt ...? (around covid19 time) (and like the same side but on insta)

and if yes, please talk with me about your experience on it, and also ... did you get kinda 'traumatized' (idk what word else to use srry) by it too ?

[imjulia-andilikecats]

You know, as much as I love Mare Molly Barrow a.k.a "My Feral Little Lightining Rod" with EVERY FIBER of my being, and will take a bullet for her at any chance I get (which would be often).

If I ever met her in real life, I might manifest a😙 whistle between my mouth and yell, "ATTENZIONE PICKPOCKET!!!". 📣🗣

[klipkillakai]

that ony clip gave me so many butterflies omg 😩 it lowk reminded me of a punishment like what if homegirl went out for the first time in a while and missed the curfew only gave her but he see on sasha and historia ig she’s drunk shaking her ass on the car or smthn 😭😭

ouuu girl it gave me butterflies too, but you ate so lemme walk with you rq 🤭

ony was sitting on the couch rolling his second blunt while an episode of breaking bad plays in the background, he doesn’t usually get to watch this show because you usually like to watch love island or your ghetto ass reality shows that he pretends not to be invested in—

he glances at the time on his phone noting that you should be home soon and he leans back and lights his blunt, taking a hit and throwing his lighter back on the coffee table

he ticks a hand in his sweats and mindlessly smokes and watches his show, another hour passes and he checks his phone again sending you a quick text

baby moms 💙

-wya?

he quickly leaves the text and clicks on insta checking your story but seeing it hasn’t been updated for 2hrs, he quickly scrolls and finds sasha’s and clicks through them and stopping on a video of you, drunkenly singing a song and twerking on another one of your ghetto ass homegirls, ony smacks his teeth quickly standing up

“this fucking girl man” he walks towards the door, and grabs his keys, slipping on his slides and getting in his car and speeding off while trynna call you..

“bend that ass over let that coochie breathe” you slur while slowly whining on your friend as she takes a video of you guys, your having a fucking good ass time, you haven’t been out in ages and you miss it, you begged ony to let you go.. and after days acting sweet and a few blow jobs, he let you, but with rules of course.. he gave you a curfew which you gladly accepted but quickly broke as soon as you got a few shots in you—

you were feeling bold, who was he to tell you what you could and couldn’t do, he wasn’t your daddy! well… not all the time anyway—

your standing in your section in your own world, sipping on your drink until, you feel someone behind you, and a chill runs up your spine cause you know exactly who it is, you turn around and look up at him

“didnt i tell you to come come after 12?”

your heart sinks a bit “yea but i was having fu-

“i don’t give a fuck, i told yo lil’ ass that ion fucking trust this club and you still didn’t listen”

you smack your teeth a bit “papa your being so extra right now, nobody is even-

you feel ony’s large hand wrap around your neck and he leans in a whispers in your ear

“im gon tear yo ass up when we get home” you feel tingles bloom in your lower belly and feel your face get hot—

“tell your lil friends your leaving” you softly nod and turn around grabbing your bags and saying soft byes and sorry’s, while your friends give you knowing looks and soft smiles—

ony grabs your hand and drags you out the club as fast as your heels will let you, quickly opening the door for you, and letting you get in before speeding off once again—

“im just trynna get my paper straight” you hear brent sing as ony pounds ya shit, you let out loud moans and choked sobs, “p-please” you whimper out as you reach behind trynna to press against his stomach, running away from the dick—

“nah move ya hand” he roughly says, quickly grabbing your hand and pressing it against your back, pulling your hair, and starting to drill into you—

“oh my god” you whine, pathetically whimpering letting him just man handle you, letting out his frustrations on you…

“take that shit” he grunts, pounding into you “mhm” he whispers, tightening his grip around your hair

“i c-cant” “p-pa-

he hears you he really does, but he can’t get over this shit, not this time, you need to learn, yo lil ass get real disrespectful and he’s tired of it..

“nah tell them all that shit you was saying in the camera, let them hear all this” he lifts you up and pulls you towards the camera, while still pounding into you

“i-im sorry” you sob “im s-so so sorry papa” “pl-please haaa~ ” you feel the tears rolling down your cheeks, your so overstimulated and he’s so deep inside you.. too deep even, you just need a break

“b-break” you choke out.. “need a break”

“hm baby?” “you need a break” he says mockingly while biting his lips after feeling you tighten around him, “lil ass can’t even handle some dick, you think you finna go out again?” “you crazy mama”

“please!” you moan again, pathetically trying to reach down to rub your clit, to soothe some of the stretch your feeling— god it hurts so good, your eyes nearly roll back into your skull—

“you wanna break?” “here” ony quickly pulls out, breathing heavy, grabbing his phone concluding the punishment he was giving you, you lay on the bed heaving, pussy leaking more slick, your shaking and tired..

ony slaps your ass, and leaves hot kisses down your back “i bet you’ll never do some shit like that again” “right mama?” you just tiredly nod.. he slaps your ass again “let me hear you say it” “p-promise papa” “i won’t do it again” ony nods and slowly slips inside you again, this time giving you slow strokes, and rubbing small circles on your clit.. “mmm~

the rest of the night he takes care of you, ending in mind blowing orgasms, he can never stay mad at you for too long, your still his baby girl..

|a/n|

wait yall!! i’m fucking with this oneeee ouuuu, yall i love me some ony! 🤭

[camiesoup]

ITS BEEN A WHILE AHH SORRY EVERYONE !!! i have some really old doodles from insta.. if you guys wanna send requests here i would also do them ! theres a little bit of everyone here lol oopsies

first we got ganji summer skin.. then butch gojo for my friend :3, my personal bkdk hcs >_< and the rest are rqs

[foryouramazementandconfusion]

just gotta fix my ear rq (taken from my insta close friends where I am absolutely unbearable about muppets)

[chocolatesauce-blog-blog]

Oops we died, finals and work took our attention away from tumblr >w>;;

Here’s a drawing Kye made

Life update junk V V V

We don’t wanna abandon this blog and we’re not leaving the MD fandom behind

We’re just 22 and have to *gags* do more than just *sobbing* draw robots and play Roblox like god intended

Also follow our insta @something_originall just msg us here first so we don’t deny the rq ��

[owlvestry]

Heh.. welcome to the CRK hyperfixation train, @jumpyjunee . Couldn't help but notice my favorite artist getting into the CRK brainrot like me. They finally gave me a reason to draw Apollo. 😈🙏 (I got lazy with the background so I chose a pre-existing one from crk help-)

Clarifying rq, this is FANART of @jumpyjunee 's oc, Apollo on Insta/Twitter. Not MY oc or CRK's character.

Also some of the simpler versions of his cookie design before I decided to add more details and switch things around.

[hell-lazy-psychology]

wataru rq from insta 🕊️

[jeffrrandell]

More expression rqs from insta

[yermes]

PAC: 💐

Your presence adds to the world.

As ur tarot mommy I have some advice for u rq. you were not put on earth to suffer. You existing is another small little blossom on the tree of the divine. Each small cell that you possess just adds and reflects the divinity within you. Sometimes shit sucks. Sometimes shit is hard. Sometimes you go from quitting some thing you love, changing your life in a week, move home, have to get a life, have to change. Adjusting and changing is a hard process and you are very brave and gorgeous for sticking with that.

Disclaimer: please take what I say with a grain of salt and not as the gospel. I just want to share some ideas of practicing and giving advice using the medium as often as I can with school, work, and my own personal studies and practice. But I am working on sharing my notes soon so that will be exciting! Liking and sharing does a lot 🥰

Socials: TipJar | Insta

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The cards

Clouds + Mice 🐁 ☁️ 

You are at a very vulnerable point in your life. But the best park about being unsure of the next step or even which direction to take is there are so many different choices. While the it may seem limited and you may feel small and confused you have so much to add you just need to take the first step out of the haze.

Cross + Tree 🌴 🚂 

You may be the type of person with health challenges which can manifest physically or mentally. But any struggle you face can be used to help and inspire others. You’re never at it alone even though it may feel that way at times. Anytime you can reach a hand out and help someone at where they are at is a blessing your personal struggle gives you ample resources to help others and makes helping yourself easier.

Person + Fox 🦊 👹

What does having good intentions even mean? You have intentions alright and they take you on a crazy ass journey therefore: good intentions. I think generally you work more on the side of self preservation. You may be in your reputation era at the moment but do not let this downward spiral take away from who you are and what you add. You add so much joy and sharp wit to the group use it for the better.

Extras: ☕️

Story/vent:

Im so tired but ily so have a reading

[3-aem]

follow me on insta rq its a double underscore bc someone sniffed the single underscore from me

[klipkillakai]

imagine~

18+ minor dni! ageless accounts will be blocked with a quickness 🩷🪽

smut/black!fem reader/ plug!könig/ pnv nd some other stuff but nun too crazy

okay but imagine..

your on your phone scrolling through insta and you get a text from your plug

-kö 🌀❕

-ma i got some new stuff i think you’ll like want me to pull up?

‘you softly smile at the next nd think about it, and realize you running low so you reply’

-yea, pull up

-bet, i’m getting gas rq u want sumn?

-yea get me the purple skittles 😌

-aii

‘you click out the messages and get up, quickly washing your face and going to your vanity to do a lil makeup, it’s not cause you like him or nun (🤭) it’s cause you wanna look.. presentable’ (riiight)—

‘while your putting on your lipgloss you get a text “i’m outside” and you hop up and put on your cute pink slippers and not even bothering to take your bonnet off because it looks cute anyway, you grab your water bottle and you walk out your apartment and out to the parking lot and you see könig’s matte black hellcat parked, you walk up nd tap on the window and he unlocks the door and you slip in’

“hey” you smile softly

“hey mama” he says in a soft raspy voice and he looks up from his phone lazily throwing it in the cupholder and looking at you and your belly tingles when he looks at you with those tired eyes, he reaches in the back and grabs a bag will all the stuff in it and he opens it and you take it upon yourself to connect your phone to the bluetooth and play some music, brent fiyaz to be exact (🤭)

“aii so i got some new cart flavors for you, nd these new edibles i think you’ll like”

“ooh show me the cart, my shit has been tweaking lately”

he hands it to you and it’s a pink bat wit hello kitty printed all over it like stickers and a fresh new cart already loaded up— he clears his throat a bit

“i know you like that hello kitty shit” he says nonchalantly but inside he feels all warmed up nd shit because of that pretty smile on your face

“aww this is so cute.. thank you kö” you lean towards him a press a small kiss to his cheek, something you always do, könig always looks out for you so it’s a way to show your appreciation— once you pull away you and könig have a moment when you both stare into each other eyes and you watch as his eyes lowers to your lips for a second before snapping back up to your eyes, könig slightly leans in before licking his lips and pulling away— “let’s smoke a lil bit”

“mhm” you hum, trying not to show that you definitely wanted him to kiss you, but your deciding to chill a bit, play it cool..

a little while late you and him are smacked and y’all are jus talking and listening to the music, jus like you always do, but today something up his lowered red eyes is driving you crazy, and the lazy slumped smile on his lips is making you wanna crawl over the seat and do sumn—

“i can’t believe you’ve never had a boyfriend y/n”

“why? i mean like in highschool i was a little awkward” you say slightly embrassed, he rolls his eyes a bit

“nah i would’ve fucked wit you” you smack your teeth

“why you lying.. i hate when people lie” you say referencing rollie and slightly laughing at that

“nah i swear” “he says moving a lil closer to you with a slight smile on his face”

“it’s those eyes mama, you got pretty eyes” he whispers as he leans in even more and so do you

“yea?” you whisper “yea” he whispers back before capturing your lips in a soft kiss, pausing and kissing you again, longer this time, is hand grabbing your jaw and kissing you deeply, your breathing gets a bit heavier and he softly bites your lip pulling away for a sec “so fucking pretty baby” and kissing you again—

the rnb melodie’s playing in the background setting the mood and the soft rain hitting the car, he slides his other hand down to your waist and pulls you over the console and sets you in his lap, he sits up a bit and grabs your waist with both hands as he kisses down your jaw, groaning at your sweet smell and shuddering when he feels your hands slip up into his hair at the nape of his neck and scratching softly with your acrylics—

you let out a soft moan and you feel his tongue run over the spot he was sucking on before he pulls back a bit and unzips your pink sweater— “i’ve wanted to do this for so long baby” he kisses your chest right above your pretty nipples “i think about you all the time pretty girl, your pretty fucking smile” he sucks on your nipple— “these pretty titties” he says slightly muffled and continues to suck and tease them and all you can do is whimper and take it, you roll your hips and you moan when you feel his hard dick “you see what you do to me ma? huh.. it’s all for you, you know that? hm?” he says kissing you again and tugging down your shorts”

“i’m- i’m a virgin.” you say and he soft looks up at you

“we can stop anytime you want- you cut him off “but i want you to be my first” you look down at him with trust and he smiles and kisses your lips “not in here baby, ion want your first time in my car, let’s go upstairs”

you quickly get upstairs and könig picks you up and carries you to your room and he sets you down hovering over you, he goes down your body pressing soft kisses before he presses a soft kiss under your belly button, with a hello kitty charm dangling from it “i like that” he whispers and he tugged your shorts down and places your legs in his shoulders.. “so fucking wet baby, all this fa me? hm?” he presses soft sloppy kisses all over your pussy and clit, he sucks on it softly, spreading it with his two fingers and holding your thigh back with his large hand—

“k-kö fuck.. pa~ i can’t” you shudder not knowing what to say, this overstimulation is new to you and you feel the pressure building up in your stomach already, just like when you touch yourself alone

“don’t worry baby ” he whispers looking up at you as he slips two fingers into your sopping cunt and your back arches, you let out a pornographic moan and you twitch softly as his fingers begin pounding into it, it starting to feel sore you reach down and rub your clit and you bite your lip

“pa i’m gonna cum” you whine and kisses your inner thigh “you can cum baby, i wasn’t gonna let you leave with only one anyways” you moan and when the pressure reaches its peak you clench around his fingers and he groans, watching you shudder and moan as your thighs twitch, his thumb brushes over your clit and your legs shut automatically from the sensitivity and he slaps your thigh and spreads them open “nah baby, i’m not done”—

he sits up and unbuttons his jeans not even bothering to pull them all the way off and reaches behind him and tugs off his shirt revealing the array of tattoos on his chest and torso, he palms the large bulge in his boxers and squeezes it before pulling it out, you shudder when you look at the heavy thick cock, this tip such a pretty pink and glossy from precum, he jerks it softly and pulls you closer to him and he taps his cock on your clit and places it on top, showing how far it’ll reach when inside—

“it’s not gonna fit” you whine and he spits on your clit “imma go slow alr?” you nod and he rubs his cock yo and down your folds before softly putting his tip in, you whimper and he pulls out before going back in a little deeper this time, you repeat this process until it’s all the way in and your squirming

“fuck ma” he shudders and looks down at your stretched out pussy and spits on it before slowly rolling his hips in and out of you and slowly picking up his pace, your back arches and you look up at him while he looks back making direct eye contact, he leans forward and kisses you while giving you slow deep strokes and your currently trying to fight off letting this man to give you a baby, he draws back a bit and he speeds up looking at you for conformation and he begins pounding into you, you mouth slightly opens and you feel that pressure start to build up again, it starts to feel too fast and too much and you place your hand on his belly “pa~” you whine and he moves your hand away “nah mama take this shit” you softly whimper and he leans forward as whispers your ear as he pounds into you “you can’t take it? huh? it hurts.. hm? i’m too big for your pretty pussy? i don’t care” he says with a soft shudder after you clench around him, he presses wet kisses on your jaw and neck “look at you.. all fucked out.. eyes rolling back nd shi.. that feel good baby? he says as he goes back to the slow deep strokes.. “words mama” he says as he grabs your jaw and presses kisses to your lips “mhm.. y-yes” it’s all you can’t say.. it feels to good and your so lost in the pleasure—

he pulls back again and wraps your legs around his waist and he holds down your torso and pounds into you and you begin to let out lound moans and broken sobs .. the euphoric feeling starting to be too much, the pressure being to much and you feel tears rolling down your cheeks—

“fuck- fuck- fuck” you sob “i’m gonna cum_ i’m gonna cum fuck haa~” you whine and he speeds up

“there we go.. let it out pretty girl, let it all out, cum all over this dick baby” he leans down and kisses you sloppily and his eyes roll back and he grunts.. putting he head in the crook of your neck feeling himself boutta cum too, he thrusts he sloppy and rolls into you and you feel yourself release and soon after he lets out a loud moan and cums inside of you.. and sloppily fucking it inside you— “fuck” you whimper “damn” he grunts and you both let out a lust drunk sigh, he sits up and slowly pulls his dick out while staring at it, he bites his lip a bit and gets up grabbing his shirt and wiping off some of the cum pin your pussy, you flinch a bit from the sensitivity and you softly smile—

he finishes and he climbs back up the bed and kisses your head-

“i’m get you some plan b tmmr so don’t worry about it” you snuggle closer to him and smiles

yea cs fuck them kids “you both laugh and he laughs wraps his arms around you kissing you one last time before y’all fall asleep”

| a/n |

y’all 😁 did i eat??? orrrr i think i chewed a bit, i’ve been realized how hard it was to write smut, so i have a much bigger appreciation for all the fic writers nd smut writers ily!! but it’s my first time ever writing smut and y’all it wore me out 😩 but i was giggling the whole time! anyways! hope y’all liked it ❕😌🪽

peace ✌🏾.

[d8nielaa]

hi!! i have a possible rq...

jpc x reader where he is doodling on you! (like drawing on your hand or arm) inspired by his art on his insta stories!

Author's Note: hai anon!! ofc I'll write this for you!

Doodling Time

John Patrick Collins x reader

It was one of those lazy afternoons, where time seemed to slow down, and everything felt easy. The kind of day where the sunlight streaming through the window made everything feel warm and effortless. You and John had just finished a small dinner, and now you were both sprawled out on the couch. He was holding his phone in his hand, scrolling through something—probably Instagram or looking at new art inspiration—but you were distracted by the way he absentmindedly traced his finger on the surface of the coffee table.

You had always admired his talent. The way he could take something simple and turn it into a beautiful piece of art, whether it was a quick sketch, an intricate design, or his famous doodles on his stories. His creativity was infectious, and you couldn't help but watch as he seemed lost in thought.

After a few moments, you felt a light tap on your arm. Looking down, you saw him smiling slightly, that mischievous grin he often wore when he was about to do something spontaneous.

“Hey, do you mind if I doodle on you?” he asked, his tone playful.

You raised an eyebrow. “Doodle on me?” you repeated, glancing down at your bare arm where his hand was hovering, ready to make contact. “Like, with a pen?”

John laughed softly, his eyes lighting up with excitement. “Yeah, like when I do those little doodles on my Instagram stories. You know, drawing on people’s hands, arms… Just random stuff.”

You chuckled, your heart warming at the thought. You’d seen him post those little sketches before—abstract swirls, tiny characters, quirky designs. It was a part of him you admired so much. “Sure,” you said, “I’m curious to see what you’ll come up with.”

He grinned widely, immediately reaching over to grab a pen from the coffee table. Without hesitation, he gently grabbed your hand and turned it so that your palm faced up. He looked at it for a moment, as though he were visualizing the perfect design, and then, his pen met your skin.

His first few lines were delicate, tracing the curve of your fingers, creating small, intricate patterns around your knuckles. His touch was light, almost tender, as he added tiny details—swirls, little dots, and geometric shapes. It felt strangely intimate, like a quiet moment that only the two of you shared, as if the simple act of doodling was his way of expressing affection.

“What are you drawing?” you asked, glancing at the art as it took shape on your skin.

John smiled, his eyes focused on the flow of his pen. “A little design. Kind of abstract… I like the idea of creating something simple, but meaningful.” His hand moved fluidly, filling in space with ease, adding a few random spirals and sharp edges that created a contrast between the smooth curves and rough lines. It was like a beautiful mess, exactly how you’d expect a work of art from him to be.

“You’re really good at this,” you said, watching as he added more, moving from your hand to your wrist. “Does it ever feel like you’re not even thinking about it when you’re doing this?”

John paused, considering the question. “Yeah, kind of. It’s like I’m just in the moment. I don’t have to overthink it. My hand just moves, and I let it take over.” He glanced up at you, his gaze softening. “I guess it’s kind of like how I feel when I’m with you—comfortable, natural. No pressure.”

You felt your cheeks warm at his words, your heart skipping a beat. John had this way of being honest, vulnerable, without even trying. It was one of the things you loved most about him.

“Is that so?” you teased lightly, your voice a little quieter now. “I should feel honored, huh?”

John’s grin widened as he finished his doodle on your arm and then looked up at you. “I don’t doodle on just anyone, you know.” His eyes sparkled with mischief. “You’re special.”

The air between you felt a little heavier now, filled with the warmth of his words and the quiet intimacy of the moment. You glanced down at the artwork on your arm. It was abstract and whimsical, but it felt so much like him—free-spirited and unique. It was a small act, but somehow it meant so much more than any grand gesture could.

“Wow,” you whispered, “It’s perfect.”

John chuckled and gave your hand a gentle squeeze. “It’s nothing. Just something to keep you company.” He let go of your hand and gave you a sheepish look. “But I kind of want to add more. I mean, there’s a lot of space left on your arm…”

You laughed softly. “Go ahead. You know I’m not gonna stop you.”

And just like that, the doodles continued—moving from your arm to your hand, and eventually, even your other wrist. John’s art was all over you now, and as you looked at the quirky, abstract designs, you realized how much you enjoyed being a part of his creative world.

When he finally finished, he sat back and looked at his work, a satisfied smile on his face. “There. Now you’ve got a personal piece of art.”

You smiled at him, feeling the warmth of his affection in the simple act. “I’ll cherish it forever,” you teased.

John’s eyes softened, and he leaned in to kiss your forehead. “I’m glad you like it.”

You couldn’t help but grin, looking at the little doodles he’d left on you. It wasn’t just the art that made it special—it was the connection between you two, the way he could make even the smallest moments feel meaningful.

“Maybe next time, you can do the other arm,” you said, teasing as you admired the art. “You’ve got a lot of space to work with.”

John chuckled, his gaze locked with yours, and his smile was enough to tell you everything you needed to know. “Deal,” he said softly. “Next time, I’m gonna cover you in doodles. You won’t know what hit you.”

And you knew, without a doubt, that you’d love every minute of it.

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Author's Note: I love doodles