#hehe hi

[cordiallyfuturedwight]

just hobi being cute for @taehyunghobi (cr. namuspromised)

[serial-kissing]

tummy you wont

Kills you dead

[pandapear-art]

I'm alive :D

[ot9snumber1]

honey

hirai momo x fem!reader

summary: momo isn't very keen on the idea of loyalty.

warnings: suggestive + light angst, not proofread

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you curse yourself for opening that damn door.

you wonder how you could let this happen again as momo trails wet kisses down your neck.

"momo." you say sternly, trying to push her away but even she can see that you're not doing much to fight back. all you've done is push yourself closer to her.

"momo, i'm serious." you say again, actually pushing her away this time. momo pouts, like you'd just robbed her of something she desperately needed. (which is true, to an extent) "whyyy?" momo whines, wrapping her arms around your waist again.

"i just wanna make you feel good. you weren't complaining like this last night." she says as she kisses your jaw. you groan, but run your fingers through her hair and pull her closer anyway.

"i was complaining. you just weren't listening."

"complaining? all i remember is you saying oh, momo! fuck, don't stop, don't—" you have to kiss her to make her stop talking. momo only grins when you pull away.

there was no winning against her, after all. she had you trapped from the very start. you look at her as if you had a plan to make her stop. as if you had the power to make her feel guilty and leave once and for all.

"you and i both know there's no end to this." she whispers into your ear as she takes your shirt off, leading you to your own room. it's things like this that make you wonder why she even has a boyfriend. why she won't just break up with him and be with you like she so desperately wants.

part of you thinks she enjoys the thrill of keeping you a secret, of pretending like she cares enough about her boyfriend to want to keep his heart safe. another part of you thinks she doesn't care. that you're just someone she can use to fulfill her desires.

but you never ask her, you never get to ask her. all because the feeling of her tongue swirling around your nipple and two of her fingers going in and out of you is just too much for you to form a thought other than i need momo, i need momo, i need momo.

so you let her have her way with you all night long, forgetting about anything else you could have possibly planned for tonight and tomorrow morning (because you know momo's not going home without breakfast.)

it's when she cuddles you from behind, kisses your neck and tells you "love you, goodnight." that you swear you're going to ask her what you two really are next time.

but you already swore that yesterday. and the day before, and last week, and last month. you just conveniently forget to ask whenever she's awake. not this time, though. you swear you're going to get your answer this time, you even turn around to wake her up.

...she looks so peaceful, though. the way her hair is all messy from your hands pulling on it endlessly, the way her lipstick is hardly even seen anymore, the way she pulls you closer subconsciously.

it's enough to make you nuzzle closer and postpone the confrontation to breakfast tomorrow. (it never happens, you completely forget about everything you swore you were going to do when you wake up to momo going down on you.)

[ask-shane]

SHAAANNEEE!!!! HELLO SHANE HELLO >0<

hey there... what're you so excited for? it can't possibly be because of me.

[tornoleander]

I'm in the middle of reading wytyaa cuz I saw you mention it at some point and it sounded cool

Anyway, if wytyaa Jay and bbnb Jay ever met, and you somehow got them to traumadump on eachother, both of them would think "First Master, this guy went through hell. Compared to him I had it easy." Meanwhile neithed had it easy and both went through hell.

Might be wrong cuz I haven't finished wytyaa yet but I'm gonna go back to reading now byeeeeee

Oh I’m going to rant for a while because I love talking about and comparing these Fics.

YES, I can absolutely see both them sitting there and invalidate their own experiences. (Unless one of them gets a very important lesson about comparing Trauma)

Art under cut

Trauma dumping though? Currently I doubt wytyaa Jay would. And while bbnb Jay seems willingly to talk to his therapist there’s not a chance 16 year old him from an alternate universe will learn the extent of the shit I had to read through.

The have similar canon complaint story line, to an extent. Both fix my many issues with Cannon and add so much more. Both deal in forced labor extreme physical abuse blood wounds broken bones Starvation With emotional abuse from Nadakhan’s and the crew. But everything beyond that is where things drastically differ

Biggest difference being Explicit vs Mature

Wytyaa being vaguely 16+ and won’t go past implying anything sexual. So a lot is left to interpretation, which is usually easier to handle.

While Bbnb has be 18+ Does not shy away from anything….. no matter how much you wish it would most popular ninjago dead dove for a reason.

Wytyaa Jay is drugged out for the 2 months he has to deal with the withdrawal and wiped memories coming back to him. This scrambles the order you learn about what he went through. Vengestone sorta poisons him, the power suppression is painful and causes long term damage.

In the end Neither Jay is given a moment to feel safe and comfortable over months they are always in extreme danger this is the sort of damage that turns ptsd into C-ptsd✨

Like you said, neither had it easy they both went through hell.

But while comparing trauma is ultimately unhelpful experiences effect people differently both Jays are very traumatized I can tell you one of these was A LOT harder to get through as a reader. VERY much not the same reader experience.

Here’s are the fics with the obligatory READ THE TAGS and warnings at the top of each chapter. They are there for your safety when r themes of sa can be helpful and hurtful to some. Know what you can handle..

When you think your all alone by @mondothebombo

Bending but never breaking by @writing-hat

Both authors are awesome and have read each other Fics lmao.

Never posted this but a long while ago when both fics left off on angst for a long time I messaged them the same thing and got these replies.

The Audacity of hat to blame mondo lol.

If any of you like these fics follow me cause I have a lot of art coming. Also if you have any asks don’t be shy! I could rant for so much longer.

[navnae]

Okay but now I have another cute little Hc about Steve always pulling out his wallet and running to the nearest store whenever anyone in the party mentions even the littlest thing that interests them but with Eddie it’s gotten a little bit overboard. Eddie will mention how he saw something in the mall in passing and says how he thought it looked cool, not really hinting at any form of wanting it. In Steve’s ear all he hears “Eddie likes, Eddie gets.” That explains why Eddie has so many gifts from Steve even though he never asked for any of them and honestly it’s just Steve’s way of making Eddie used to him spoiling him.

[inyoureyes-415]

Bad Film - grain

June 2023

Location: San Francisco, California

[vennsworld]

I post something OTHER THAN MARBLE HORNETS?!?!?

anyway OG baddie

[banannabethchase]

HangNick, 6. Tattoos

Named

~

Adam watches as Nick licks his lips, eyes locked on Adam’s hipbone. “When did you get that?” he asks. Adam can’t figure out if the strain in his voice is anticipation or thinly veiled disdain.

Adam adjusts his pants and Nick lets out a weird little noise. “When, uh. After Revolution.” He fidgets with his waistband, unsure if he should buckle his belt or if whatever was about to happen has officially been cancelled. “I needed to do something for me, you know?” He swallows, looking anywhere but at Nick’s face. “So, yeah. I got a barbed wire version of my name. To remind me who I am.” He looks at Nick.

“Why,” Nick says, and Adam braces for the worst, “is that the hottest effing thing I’ve ever heard someone say?”

Adam blinks. “What?”

“Get your pants off,” Nick demands, and the tone of voice makes Adam scramble to shove everything down his legs before he can think better of it. “Let me see.” Nick drops to his knees in front of Adam, and that’s when he thinks he should have kept the boxers at least a little bit on. His dick is very quickly becoming hard, right next to where Nick is kneeling in front of him. It’s not helping.

Nick brushes a thumb over one of the barbs and Adam’s muscles twitch at the hint of a touch. “You know the only thing I’d like better than this?” He leans in and uses his tongue to trace the letters, and Adam might die.

“What?” Adam breathes.

Nick looks up at him and presses his skin deep into Adam’s muscle until it slides down to graze Adam’s dick. “If this was my name.”

[aofikofi]

meet the me :]

[ghostlywhiskey]

hey y’all…how y’all doing…

[sushisketching]

I got busy with other things not art related. Again. Dang.

[baddboyy]

new hair babies 🖤🕷️

[127luvr]

hello i am back to request sumn again 🙏🙏 could i get a jisung (nct) x male reader. where jisung and reader are just hanging out which devolves into having an arm wrestle. they joke around a bit and the reader is like “if you win. you get a kiss from me.” and the reader ends up winning instead. and the reader is like “ig i get a kiss from you then” but is jk about it but also sort of serious internally. while jisung is a 100% serious and is like “yeah i can do that.” or sumn. yeah sumn more silly this time‼️‼️ the rest is up you!!!

Tangerine Love

Park Jisung x Male Reader

You always thought Jisung looked his best in the middle of the night. In a small shirt that landed just above his waist and hugged his biceps just right—adorning oversized sweatpants that hung just low enough that you caught sight of the waistband on his blue Calvin Klein boxers. He is biting the straw from his drink—scrunching his nose as he swerves his arms with the controller in his hand. You bit your lip, watching as his long fingers engulfed the small buttons.

“You totally rigged this game, (Y/n/n), it’s not fair.” You look up towards his face, picking at the skin on your bottom lip as his form a pout. You can’t help but watch as he stretches, hypnotized by how even his relaxed muscles seem to bulge out of his shirt. “Let’s play something else—”

“Let’s arm wrestle.” The quick response catches him off guard. It wasn’t anything the two of you haven’t done. Most of your hangouts alone concluded in fake wrestling matches that rolled into the middle of the night—where the two of you were too tired to decide who won and who lost. This time, Jisung was stunned, full lips parted as he visibly hesitated. “If you win you get to choose whatever you want.”

A minute passing feels like an eternity in the room. The video game music lonely as it makes the only noise that rings in your ears. Jisung’s face is stuck between confusion and being deep in thought as he considers what he could want from you.

“I want all the money in your bank account.” He manages to grab your arm as you shove him into the brown carpet. Faces inches apart as he descends into more laughter. You stay like this for a little, letting (h/c) hair cover your eyes just enough so he couldn’t see how dilated your pupils got the more you stared at him. “Okay seriously I wan—”

“If you win, you’ll get a kiss from me.” Jisung chokes on his tongue, followed by a long coughing fit as he manages to sit himself up. He’s resting back on his elbows as he avoids your gaze—wondering how you could be so casual when you threw in a request like that. Not that he wouldn’t want to.

The joke isn’t so much of a joke anymore as you internally freak out, silently wanting the floor to open up and swallow you whole. Before you could think of suggesting something else, Jisung’s head is nodding up and down—brown hair bouncing around his ears as he agrees. It’s how you found yourself in this predicament, elbow firm on Jisung’s old wooden stool that he kept in his closet. The worn down legs making it wobble when either one of you pressed down too hard. You could tell the mood is different, despite the desperate attempts of trying to lighten it up from both of you. This game was a matter of life or death. It had potential to end your friendship—or turn it into something more.

You catch Jisung’s eyes, a smirk forming on the right side of his mouth as he stares at your small frame. “What? Scared (Y/n)? You know I’ll win.”

“It’s cute that you think you can hurt me, Jisung Park.” And the mood is restored.

Jisung stifled a laugh, wrapping his fingers around your hand to get a head start. You make eye contact one last time, licking your lips subconsciously as the two of you silently start going against each other. The game is touch and go, one moment you feel yourself overwhelmed with doubt and the next you feel yourself wanting to laugh. The whole situation is comical. You can’t quite figure out why Jisung would agree to such an outlandish and odd prize. You feel him stumble back a little, clammy fingers sliding down your own as he uses his other hand to ground himself. You take advantage of this, using your full body weight to bring his arm down. Without thinking you slam his hand down, letting your arms fly up in the air as you celebrate your brief victory.

“Since I won, you know, I guess I’ll have to be the one to receive the kiss from you.” Jisung is thrown again, gears shifting in his brain as he stares at the hand that betrayed him. You want this to be a joke—for your well-being—but you know it’s not. You know it’s not by the way you watch as Jisung mentally battles himself, preparing to turn you down. Or so you think.

“I can totally do that for you.” He’s serious all of a sudden, palms face down on the wooden stool as he stares at you wide eye. He pushes it to the side, scooting himself closer to you so you’re just inches apart again. “Can you close your eyes?”

For the first time in the past hour, Jisung’s mind is blank. There are no thoughts of backing down from this as he brings his lips closer to your own, breathing heavily as he moves in closer. The initial contact starts from the corner of your lip, leaving a hot sensation from where his lips landed first. It’s no surprise when he doesn’t move, more of a peck instead of the kiss he intended, showing his lack of experience. It’s more than enough to keep you hanging though—eyes fluttering open as you gazed at the floor, stunned. But Jisung isn’t done. He dives in for more—following your lips as you lead him. He brings a hand to the back of your neck, playing with the back of your hair as he deepens the kiss, full lips now parted against your own.

You bring your hands up to wander around his body too—aiming first for the drawstring that ties up his sweatpants so they stay up. Next is the back of his neck too, tugging a little at the hair that curls around the base of his neck. He lets out a small laugh, smiling into the kiss as you make your way up to the skin under his shirt. Another fit of laughter.

“You’re tickling me.” Even when the two of you break apart, the sensation of his lips lingers on your own. You can’t help but bring your hand towards your lips, speechless. “I could go for another round.”

You know he means kissing wise, but you can’t help but tease him a little as you stare down at his swollen lips and hooded eyes. “What do I get this time when I beat you again?”

[m00neroni]

writing what god always intended for me to write: sirius and remus adopting a werewolf daughter ‼️