#hi its me again i hope ye dont mind me using all these tags and i hope ye have a wonderful day if yer reading this tag too! :)

[stormypip7]

*drops the second cover art and scurries away*

yippee! this one took almost 7 and a half hours! (lizzie on her own took an hour)

i will definitely make a third one for the last peeps!

[choism]

Choism's Kinktober 2023 | t.d.wl

dom!trafalgar law x afab!reader

Impregnation Kink: Being sexually aroused by the idea of impregnating someone ; getting someone pregnant turns you on, having an impregnation kink

Genre: smut, fluff

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: impreg kink (duh), breeding kink, unprotected sex (dont), fingering, making out, slight body worship, lots of dirty talk, petnames: baby, sweetheart, slight mommy kink? kind of, mating press, kind of feral sex

A/N: Hello and welcome to the first fic of kinktober! I decided to post this one first because as most of you know, I have been so feral for this man lately. I hope you all enjoy!!! Remember to leave feedback in the tags by reblogging <3

CHOISM'S KINKTOBER 2023 MASTERLIST

Today had been a long day for the crew. A long battle that had lasted seemingly forever taking up all of your energy and causing you to feel drained once back on the submarine. All you wanted was to take a shower and curl up in bed with your beloved captain, for a well deserved rest. But Law had other plans for you. 

You enter his quarters after washing up and see he’s relaxing on his bed. You dry off and slip on one of his shirts, plopping yourself next to him, “Today was a lot,” You mumble into his neck, kissing it and pulling away. “What do you wanna do before we go to bed? I was gonna play some games with the rest of the crew but it seems like we are all too tired.”

Law lays back and pulls you on top of him, hugging you tightly. “I dunno, just want you tonight.” He kisses along your neck. “We had a long day… We should just relax more.” You melt into his touch as his hands roam your body underneath your shirt, smoothing up and down your sides.

“Well, what did you have in mind?” You giggle and kiss him on the lips, setting a slow, intimate pace. Law moves so the both of you can sit up, each other's lips not leaving until he pulls apart to take off his shirt. Law kisses from your lips down to your chin, then down your neck. He lifts up your shirt a bit and you take the hint, pulling away to take it off. He takes a second to eye your torso,

“Just want to make love to you baby, let me take care of you.” Even though you have been together a while now, you feel your heart flutter. Law flips your positions so you are on bottom and he’s positioned on top. Leaning down to take a few pecks, he lifts back up and reaches over to grab the lube he stashes in his nightstand, squirting a fair amount in his fingers and warming it up. Law uses his other hand to take off your underwear as you lift your legs to help. He discards them somewhere to the side before he leans down to your center, pecking a kiss over your clit then leaning back up. You shiver under his touch and feel his thick fingers prod at your entrance, lubing up your hole before slowly entering two fingers. 

You let out a gasp at the welcome intrusion, feeling his fingers fill you up. Law leans forward and kisses your chest, suckling and biting and leaving hickeys everywhere to show off his love for you. You writhe and moan beneath him as he fucks his fingers into you, soon adding a third to open you up properly and prepare you for his cock. Law licks a stripe up your neck and kisses you once again, deeply, before pulling out his fingers, 

“Gonna fill you up so good sweetheart, wanna make you feel good.” 

Law back up to take off his boxers, his large cock springing free from its confines and bouncing towards his stomach. His tip already flush and leaking precum, he spreads it around before pouring some lube onto it, spreading it down his shaft. You observe as he jerks himself off slowly, preparing to enter you. “Ready for me?” He asks gently, pecking you on the lips.

“Yes, please Law I need you.” Law smiles at you, lining up with your hole and entering slowly, making you feel nice and full. You both moan out at the sensation in tandem. He rocks in and out of you shallowly, letting you get used to the feeling of his cock. You wrap your arms around his neck and lightly claw at his nape, the feeling of him stretching you out so good.

He kisses your forehead before moving more fluidly, now fucking you deeper, slower. You let out little moans as he works you open. Over time his thrust quickened, not too fast but just enough to get you to see stars, rolling out that heat that’s started to build in your abdomen.

“Can’t wait to fill you up, fuck you full of my cum.” He groans in your ear as he fucks into you deeper, “God, you’re so perfect, want to fill you with babies so bad.” He moans louder and lifts your legs over his shoulder now, his hips pressing deeper into your pelvis. You don’t know where this is coming from, but you like it. You moan loudly as he fucks harder, more feral now.

Law places his hand over your stomach and presses down so you can feel his cock hit near your cervix with each thrust. “I bet you would look so good as a mommy, filled up with my cum huh? Want me to make you a mommy? Fuck you full with my kids?” His filthy words bring you closer to your orgasm. Law brings your lifted legs forward to your chest, pressing down hard with his body and locking you into a mating press.

“Fuck Law, please it feels so good, wanna be a mommy, want your kids,” You moan out in overwhelming pleasure, his hips rocking into you relentlessly feels so good. 

“Gonna cum, want to cum inside of you.” He pants out, hips never slowing. You can feel your orgasm creep up, a white hot flame building in you about to burst. It builds and builds until you still and feel it pulse, you cum on his cock and you cum hard. A few more thrusts and he follows soon after, spilling inside of you. It feels like it goes on forever, it’s so hot and wet you feel like it’ll never stop but it feels so good that you don’t want it to stop. 

Law soon pulls out of you, the mixture of cum dripping your of your hole and onto the sheets below, “Fuck, you’re so good for me baby, that was so good.” He gets up to grab a towel and clean up the mess the two of you made. He comes back soon and gets to work quickly so the two of you can change back into your pajamas and sleep soundly.

© Choism 2023. do not repost or translate.

[n1ght0f-nyx]

Hiii! Do you also write for male!reader? If its a yes, may I request for Artist!male!reader x Erik? They have a long-distance relationship, yet reader always send him lovely letters (maybe even gifts or complete arts of Erik on special occasions [on Erik's birthday, on Valentine's Day, or on Christmas])

tags/themes- long distance, dont ask how erik sends his letters idk

word count- 1389

The room was quiet save for the faint scratching of pen against paper. You sat at your desk, surrounded by the clutter of your artistic life: half-finished sketches, tubes of paint, and brushes in varying states of wear. The letter in front of you was nearing completion, the words flowing from your heart with ease as they always did when you wrote to him.

Erik.

Even the mere thought of his name brought a warmth to your chest. Your relationship had started in the most unexpected way—a chance meeting at a gallery showcasing your work. Erik had been there, his piercing gaze studying your portraits of faceless figures with an intensity that almost made you falter. You remembered how he’d lingered at one particular piece: a shadowed figure at a grand piano, the light catching only the back of their head and hands. When he’d spoken, his voice was soft yet commanding, full of an almost musical cadence.

“You see people for what they truly are, don’t you?”

From that moment on, letters became your lifeline. Erik was often away, always elusive about his whereabouts, yet he never failed to reply to your missives. Your correspondence was a dance of words—his letters were intricate, almost poetic, weaving his thoughts in ways that left you breathless. You responded in kind, pouring your soul onto the page and, often, into your art.

Today, you were finishing a letter for his birthday. The ink on your pen flowed smoothly as you wrote:

My dearest Erik,

Another year has passed, and though the miles stretch between us, I feel closer to you with every stroke of this pen. Happy birthday, my love. I hope this letter finds you in good health and in the comfort of your music. I wish I could be there to celebrate with you properly, but until that day, let this letter and the gift enclosed be my stand-ins.

You mentioned in your last letter that you’ve been composing again, and it fills me with such joy to know that you’re finding solace in your melodies. Your music has always been a window to your soul, Erik, and I’m honored to be one of the few who gets to witness it.

I’ve included a new piece for you. It’s a portrait, though not a typical one. I wanted to capture the essence of you—the brilliance, the complexity, the beauty I see when I think of you. I hope you like it.

With all my love,

Yours always.

You set the pen down and folded the letter carefully, slipping it into an envelope along with the small, flat package. The painting you’d enclosed was one of your favorites: Erik seated at his organ, the faint glow of candlelight casting shadows across the room. His face was partially obscured, not by intention but by reverence—you’d painted him as you imagined he’d want to be seen, enigmatic yet deeply human.

The next morning, you mailed the package. As always, you felt a pang of bittersweet emotion as you handed it over to the postal worker. Would he love it? Would he write back soon? These questions buzzed in your mind as you walked back to your studio, where your next project awaited.

Weeks passed, and though you busied yourself with commissions and gallery deadlines, the anticipation of Erik’s reply lingered in the back of your mind. One crisp autumn morning, a letter finally arrived. The envelope was thick, the parchment inside scented faintly of something earthy and rich. You opened it with trembling hands.

My dearest,

Your letter and your gift have left me utterly speechless. The painting… I scarcely have words to describe it. You have captured something within me that I thought was long buried, perhaps even lost. It is a gift not just of art but of understanding, and for that, I am more grateful than I can ever express.

I wish you could see how it looks in my home, placed where the light hits it just so. It feels as though a part of you is here with me, and I find myself drawn to it whenever I play. It is a comfort in ways I didn’t expect.

Your letters sustain me, more than I can say. There are days when the world feels insurmountable, when the shadows of my past threaten to consume me. Yet, your words are a beacon, guiding me back to myself. Thank you, my love. Thank you for seeing me, for believing in me.

Yours always,

Erik.

You pressed the letter to your chest, a smile breaking across your face. Knowing that your work had brought him comfort made the hours spent on it all the more worthwhile. As you folded the letter back into its envelope, you resolved to start another piece for him—a gift for Christmas.

Christmas came quickly, the chill of winter settling into the city as snow blanketed the streets. You’d spent countless nights working on Erik’s gift: a series of small watercolor sketches depicting scenes from your letters. One showed the imagined interior of his home, a grand yet shadowed space illuminated by candlelight. Another depicted his hands at the keys of an organ, delicate and precise. The final piece was more abstract, a swirling blend of colors that you felt represented the music he often described in his letters.

Along with the sketches, you wrote him another letter:

My dearest Erik,

As the year draws to a close, I find myself reflecting on all the moments that have brought me joy, and you are at the center of them. Merry Christmas, my love. I hope these sketches bring a bit of warmth to your holiday season.

Your last letter has stayed with me. The thought of my work bringing you comfort fills me with more happiness than I can express. You have given me so much, Erik, more than you realize. Your words, your music, your very existence… they inspire me every day.

I hope one day we can spend this season together, but until then, know that you are always in my heart.

With all my love,

Yours always.

The weeks after Christmas were quieter than usual. No letter arrived, and you began to worry. Had something happened? Had your gift not reached him? The silence gnawed at you, and you found yourself pouring your anxiety into your work, creating piece after piece in an attempt to distract yourself.

Finally, in early February, a letter arrived. The envelope was thicker than usual, and your heart raced as you opened it.

My dearest,

I must apologize for my silence. The past weeks have been… difficult. There are things I wish I could tell you, things I long to share, but the words escape me. Please know that it is not a lack of love that kept me from writing but rather an overabundance of it. Your gifts arrived on Christmas Eve, and they were nothing short of miraculous. The sketches, especially the one of my hands at the organ… it brought tears to my eyes. How do you see me so clearly, even from so far away?

Valentine’s Day is soon approaching, and I find myself wishing more than ever that you were here. You are the light in my life, the one who gives me hope even when the world feels dark. I am sending something to you, a token of my affection. It is not much, but I hope it conveys even a fraction of what you mean to me.

Yours always,

Erik.

The package arrived a few days later. Inside was a delicate music box, its craftsmanship exquisite. When you opened it, a hauntingly beautiful melody filled the room—one of Erik’s compositions, you realized, rendered in miniature. Tears welled in your eyes as you listened, the music carrying his love across the distance between you.

You set the music box on your desk, its melody playing softly as you began your next letter. Though you longed to be with Erik in person, you knew that your words and your art were enough for now. Each letter, each gift, was a testament to the bond you shared, a love that transcended distance and circumstance. And as you wrote, you felt that bond grow stronger, tethering you to the man who had captured your heart.

[amywritesthings]

hey hey! hope u dont mind being asked 👉👈 would astarion and tav from better strategy enjoy valentine's day?

i have never done this before on my blog but it's been a minute since we've visited the better strategy so rather than headcanon -- i can write up a drabble for you?

Pairing: Cleric!Tav x Astarion (in The Better Strategy universe) Summary: Tav celebrates Valentine's Day. Astarion does not. And when Tav gives Astarion a gift, he's not convinced it's special. Or free. Tags: Set in Act 1, Valentine's shenanigans (idc if the holiday doesn't exist in this world because it does in mine!), fluff, Astarion's pov, explicit language Notes: 1K word count / dividers by @saradika-graphics

"Dearest, this is a dead flower."

Between his ivory index finger and thumb lay a beautiful red rose, shed of its thorns -- how Tav managed to find one in this deserted clearing full of spidery weeds and wilting mushrooms is a mystery the vampire may never solve.

Then again, that woman could find just about anything beautiful in a sea of rot and decay. The longer he's spent wandering the shores and hilly plains of the sunlit world, the more convinced Astarion becomes that she is not a cleric but a witch.

A witch that bewitches, truly, because if it were anyone else? Say... Shadowheart? Gale? This flower would have been tossed over his shoulder and left to the insects.

Not that Astarion is upset with receiving a flower from the Selune cleric -- the contrary, he would find this strangely endearing --

If he hadn't seen her give bloody Wyll and Karlach something just an hour or two ago when he'd appeared busy, nose in a book.

(He wasn't reading a fucking word.)

So much for that flutter of feeling special, like he's finally gotten somewhere with this woman in his not-so grand scheme.

"I don't need a participation weed," he adds in a sickeningly sweet voice as he holds the flower back to her. "If you plucked apart a bouquet to give to all of us so that we are more inclined to visit that Githyanki Creche you've yammered on about for the last few days, then I cannot--"

"It isn't!" Tav interrupts in a squeak, effectively quieting his dramatics. She holds her fists, one hand over the other, to her chest.

He can practically smell the eagerness rolling off of her in waves.

"It... well, it's a gift," she explains. "Not a bribe."

"A gift," he repeats.

"Yes. For Valentine's Day."

"Valentine's Day?" he repeats again, unconvinced.

The half-elf smiles small. "A small festivity my people celebrate. Typically met with gifts, particularly food. We're running out of rations, though, so I thought it ill of me to--"

"Gifts are meant to be special," Astarion interrupts with a clearing of his throat, narrowing his eyes.

"They are," Tav agrees softly, as if she sees nothing wrong with what she's done, and he scowls.

"So then how is it I am to find this flower special when I've watched you go about this camp offering gifts to everyone here?"

There.

He hopes she feels bad about it. Maybe he'll convince her that there are other things they can do if this holiday is so special -- something that requires merely stepping into his open tent, shutting the flap, and finally getting somewhere with this journey.

(He has yet to seal the deal, yet she provides him with gifts? Though they can't be that important -- everyone else received something from the young moon cleric, too.)

Yet Tav furrows her brow playfully, turning her chin over her shoulder. "You were watching me give gifts to others?"

As if he's been caught redhanded.

Wait.

"Well, yes -- I admit, there were other gifts." A-ha. Thwarted. "Admittedly they were quite disastrous. There's only so much I can find in the forest without something going awry. I found Karlach a ripe apple. Wyll, a quill I managed to dig off of a dead traveler."

Neither of those sound very lavish.

The vampire contorts his mouth in confusion.

"And what of Shadowheart? Gale? Lae'zel?"

"Gale... a frayed book from the goblin village," she continues. "Shadowheart, some bread, though she thought I poisoned it." The Selune versus Shar fight lives another day. "And... Lae'zel is tricky."

He knows Tav, at least enough to know that's polite-speak for Lae'zel wouldn't accept any gift that was not offered post-spar.

Which leaves... him.

With a rose.

A dead flower, yes, but it's beautiful and ripe.

"Why a flower?" Astarion asks, twirling it between his fingers. His voice is not as cutting as it was at the beginning of this conversation.

The vampire is simply curious.

He manages to glance up just in time to see how she squares her shoulders, chin lifted -- like she's embarrassed her explanation will leave him laughing in her face.

Yes, very curious.

"The color reminded me of you," Tav finally relinqushes, and Astarion cannot help but purse his lips.

"Red. Because of... blood." He tsks under his breath. "Darling, we must broad your horizons if your mere word associations arrive at colors--"

"And they're beautiful!" she adds in a rush.

The two stop for a moment to stare at one another -- Astarion, sat idly on his little cushioned chair, and Tav, holding her hands so tight to her chest she may lose circulation in her fingers.

"Roses can be quite dangerous if you don't handle them correctly. Delicately. Nicely. They're sought after by anyone who admires beauty, but no matter how many roses you see, they're always so... immaculate and breath-taking and beautiful. And so when I managed to find one that was live and well, I plucked it with my own knife and thought who better to give one to on this celebrated day than you."

Astarion can feel his throat tighten.

"And besides, roses are very sacred to the holiday, so I thought you should have it."

Sacred.

Breathtaking.

His crimson eyes study Tav's mortified face for a moment more, before tipping the petals towards his nose. The faint scent of the flower tickles his senses, and the vampire can't help but feel...

Gods, what is that feeling?

Appreciation?

No, something else. Something he doesn't quite have the word for yet.

"It is," he agrees slowly. "Beautiful."

Does Tav find him beautiful?

The cleric clears her throat and takes a step back. "If you wish to throw it away, then I will not protest. It is your gift, therefore you do as you wish with it."

When she turns on a heel to panic-run back to the fire, the vampire stands to his feet and disappears into his tent. With his back turned, he takes one more lingering inhale of the flower.

His gift.

Something he owns.

Something that is entirely his.

Beautiful.

(He'll find another way to thank her, some day.)

[reorientation]

okay nothing in this world has ever made me flood with need the way seeing my asks linked and tagged as 'respect anon' did. little update - ive been getting railed so often (11 times total now since mid november) that i have a bruised cervix. it hurts in such a delicious way, makes me hyperaware of what i am, almost feels reminiscent of cramps.

my original hookup ive now seen six times, and he wants to see me once a week minimum. the way he murmurs "good girl" so encouragingly to me, his strength, and the insanely erotic feeling of him breeding me, have all bewitched me. the texture of semen exploding into a wet cunt is so unique and im obsessed, its a different consistency from my own wetness, so i can always feel the exact moment hes fucking his sperm into my fertile body, even when i dont feel him throbbing through it (which i usually can).

other than him, ive fucked four other guys in the last month. each and every one of them came in me bare. i hoped a few times would sate me but if anything its fanning the flames. on my neediest day i had three guys come over one after another to fill me, the first was my original guy, and the other two were completely random, and they all treated me so perfectly honestly.

the third one in particular fulfilled my need to have a real man coax me into admitting my real name, he fucked me hard and fast and used his filthy tongue to slip into my subconscious mind and loosen my inhibitions until he got it out of me. then he used it over and over again while he fucked a baby into me, slapped my well-bred pussy till i begged him to stop, then held me so tightly. i felt so dazed and safe and feminine in his arms.

it feels so good to have a man respect me enough to give me what i really need, especially when im being brave enough to ask for something i was so afraid to even acknowledge about myself. and it especially feels good when he looks right into my eyes while pounding me and reminding me of the truth.

fuck sorry for multiple asks i literally just cannot stop thinking about being dubbed 'respect anon' its driving me crazy. i can feel my pulse everywhere, but it seems to pool in the places that make me a woman: my clit, my pussy lips, my aching dripping vagina, and my breasts. i can feel my pulse in my fucking nipples. and also usually my temples but thats off theme.

i cant get over how good it feels to be fucked. i never in a million years expected how endlessly perfect it would be, ive found partners that emanate joy together with me and its so much fun and so erotic. the original guy in particular, just takes so much joy in fixing me and in enjoying my cunt, i often end up watching the filthy reactions on his face as he watches my pussy clench around him. he watches us join together as one, my cunt singing with pleasure, i always ask him if theres anything else i can do for him and he almost always says "lay back and take it." like, yes sir!

once i was riding him and his hands were clenching my hips tight, i love riding because it makes my breasts bounce and heave so deliciously. he was staring at them, i was moaning like a bitch in heat feeling him stretch me out in an angle we dont normally do, and suddenly he looked me in the eye and said "you have a womans body." swear if id been on my back i would have orgasmed right then and there. he sometimes goes back and forth in what gendered terms he uses and it keeps my mind spinning with confusion and desperation. we are both bi and im pretty sure our current dynamic is heaven for us both.

there are so many filthy details i want to share with you. feels like i could babble all day about the things that have happened, but it all boils down to this: im a woman, obsessed with taking cock, finally letting herself enjoy some wonderful company, and it wont be long until im the sluttiest pregnant girl grindr has ever seen, hahahah.

respect anon back with one last thought because ive been obsessively rereading your two responses to me so far. when i begged him to refeminize me, "it doesn't even sound like he was surprised." nope! in fact he laughed at me, he laughed and said "fuuck yes." in that moment, i knew that he had already known, and was waiting to see if id admit it. with him, i have this manic energy where i come off completely insane over text, and his steady energy only serves to wind me up more. i think he knew id cave and beg to be detransitioned, my pics are all pretty high femme and lets just say im not ever subtle about my femininity.

the weird thing is, i only have that manic energy with him. i dont know if its because hes genuinely the hottest guy ive ever met, or because he took my virginity, or because he succeeded in breaking my mind. but the other guys ive slept with, while they blow my mind and show me what im for, i dont make such a fool of myself to them.

genuinely with him i have lost all semblance of self-respect and it proves right everything he has ever whispered into my ear.

(Previously)

All that fun you've been having, going from being a virgin to getting inseminated by five different men within a couple months - and nothing ever made you flood like my tagging system? I'm very flattered, Anon! A bit bemused, but flattered.

So much to speak to here, but one part I truly love is that your new life as a woman started with the first man to use your pussy laughing at you. Like your whole identity as a man had been one long joke you were telling, and you'd finally gotten to the punchline.

That's what real respect looks like for you, isn't it, Anon? A man who'll wait for you to finish telling the joke before he laughs.

And the man who made you tell him your real name while he fucked you full of cum... There's a pleasing symmetry to that. He got something out of you and put something into you. He learned what they called you when you were born, and maybe gave you a baby to call your own.

Which is what you're made for, after all. Your body never stops reminding you of that, whether it's with the pain of a bruised cervix or your blood pulsing in your swollen nipples or the unstoppable pleasure of taking a man's cum in your womb. It's little wonder that you've come so far since getting fucked for the first time, little lady: your body was just waiting for the chance to start.

[gojot-t]

also 👉👈

can i make another order for being locked together with kageyama? (again, its completely all right if not!)

id love to have “Is this okay?” “Yeah, that— that’s okay. Please— keep going.” for the topping

(im sorry for all the bothering, you dont have to do these if you dont want to)

from the valentine's day event! ⊹ ࣪ ˖

kageyama + being locked together + “Is this okay?” “Yeah, that— that’s okay. Please— keep going.”

cw/tags: tanaka and noya being questionable wingmans, gn!neutral reader and making out :o

If someone said to you 30 min ago that you would be locked together in the small, small broom room with Kageyama, you would laugh in their faces. But it seems that life has a funny way of working because that's the exact situation you find yourself in.

See, you're not some kind of genius or clairvoyant to know why things happen, but if Noya and Tanaka’s malicious laugh that you managed to hear before a body was basically thrown against yours and everything went dark would serve as a clue, then you think you have an idea.

“Hm… S-so...” Oh yes. The main problem at the moment. For more than one reason, actually.

"Don't worry, Kageyama-san. I'm sure that someone sooner or later will get us out of here... hahah... I hope…” It's not like you thought this was the worst situation in the world, on the contrary, you slept imagining your dear freshman, who you may or may not have a crush on, doing the famous kabedon on you at least three nights, the only difference is that well... not in the tiny broom closet.

Oh, here's another hint as to why this may happe- “S-Senpai... Please stop moving so much.."

“Ah! Sorry, Kageyama-san!” You try to make your body more upright, but you only end up headbutting his chin. “S-Sorry!!" You squirm even more, and his hand, which was on the side of your head, moves to squeeze your waist. You don't know if this is the heaven's blessing or punishing you.

“Ahg… Senpai!” He kind of made a weird sound now... When you look at him, the sliver of light passing through the door illuminates his face so red that you worry. Ignoring how handsome he looks at this angle, you focus on desperately cursing the two idiots who put you in this situation in the first place. If before you thought he hated you, now you are sure.

You've never been close to the youngest, even though he's never left your mind since he saved you from getting hit in the face in front of the entire volleyball team, you're sure he doesn't feel the same. Every time you tried to talk to him about something, he would just stare at you with a red face before walking away.

It must be because of your feelings, he probably feels uncomfortable being around you. You were sure you're discreet, but apparently it was pretty obvious, if even the two goofballs found out even though you never talked to them about it.

"Sorry, Kageyama-san... You must be hating this.”

“E-Eh? No! Ah- I mean, no… I just never did this before…” He takes a deep breath and looks at you before continuing to speak. "Look, I have been trying to tell you this… That… I really-”

“It’s fine, Kageyama-san, I get it. You hate me, right? It's totally fine, you don't have to force yourself to-”

“W-what?? No! Just listen to me a bit-”

“It's okay! Really! Totally fine and-”

You're interrupted by him holding your face firmly in his hands, eyes looking so serious and desperate that you don't have the courage to say anything else. Wait... His face has always been so close to yours?!

“I've been trying to tell you this…” His lips whisper just above yours, eyes fixed on you as if asking for permission. There's only a second of silence where neither of you move before your lips meet his at the same time.

Like a moment of epiphany, your body seems to fly and the only thing holding you to the ground is his hands on your body. Even if the kiss was a mess of teeth and tongue, you wouldn't trade it for anything in the world. His hand on your face moves back to your waist and hugs you closer to him.

You wrap your arms around his neck and end up accidentally biting his lip slightly. “Ahg, Senpai…”

“Tobio..." You only pull away when you're completely out of breath. You stare at each other for a moment with wide eyes before kissing again. The movements that were once desperate and frantic are now slow and steady, trying to hold on to every second of the moment.

You part with his lips and move to his neck, giving it a light kiss before lightly grazing your teeth against the skin there.

“Tobio… Is this okay?”

“Yeah, that— that’s okay. Please— keep going.”

You knew that when you got home, you would scream into your pillow thinking about where you got the courage to do this, but at the moment, your mind could only think about him, his lips, his touch.

Your lips suck at the skin just enough to form a shy red, and your tongue soothes the irritated skin when you pull away.

When you lift your face to kiss him again, the door is suddenly opened.

“RIGHT!! the two lovebirds had their time~ ARGHH! What is this vulgar scene?!?!! Noya-san, close your eyes!!”

You really feel like killing these two.

a/n: don't worry anon, you could never bother! actually, I had a lot of fun writing this, even though it was my first time writing a kissing scene. I hope I did well. I hope you liked it! ♡ btw, im working on your tsukishima order too^^

[blvckentropy]

DOUBLE THE FUN DOUBLE THE TROUBLE

This is my last and finale attempt to do a successful BC challenge. I know change my mind a lot and no one cares but I'm hard-headed. Let's go big or go home with this one. Not one but TWO BC IN ONE. Imma try to keep explanation short because this might be a long post. Hope no one gets confused.

FIRST UP: DOUBLE SHOT AT LOVE

Big bro VS Lil bro. What's a friendly competition amongst brothers? 6-8 lucky contestants will get to find out. These two are freshly moved out their parents' home and ready to see what life has to offer for them. Richie has always been a wild boy but grown tired and occasionally dreams about settling down. His parents being his only role models. As for Adam, he wouldn't mind a little arm candy to chill and enjoy each other company. Not quite a fwb but someone who's willing to go through the motions with him because he has the rest of his life before getting married.

Requirements:

*YA/A

*Human/Spellcasters are fine (sorry other occult lovers)

*Name

*Age

*Orientation

*Traits

*Short bio *optional*

*You can give them skills but its not necessary

*Are you #TeamRed or #TeamBlue

*No Alpha hair

*No default mods

*ONE per category only need: Everyday, Formal, Sleep, Swimwear. Keep others blank

Tag me or #DSchallenge

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2nd Challenge: TRAP OF LOVE

This is a last one standing battle royale extreme violence edition. This will be my first-time using EV so it'll be a journey for all of us lol. This will also be recorded footage. Yes, your first LIVE BC (that I know of). The footage will consist of 3 weeks/7days in game (one full year in game). I learned about this from lilsimsie, when she would place sims in a dollhouse while the game run for 24 hours or so. I've done it before and would like to try again minus the 24hrs bit. Anywho, this is who you are competing for:

Unlike her brothers, Tori really only cares about herself (family aside) and being a trendsetter. Unpopular belief, she actually the "weirdest" of the bunch. She might be young, but she believes if someone truly loved her, they would d** for her or k*** for her. In other words, she like chaos and so do we! First come first serve (6?)

Requirements:

*YA only

*Human/Occult (please no dark form for vamps/if your alien has two forms, keep disguise bgc)

*Name

*Age

*3 outfits: Everyday, Sleepwear, Swimwear (you'll be trapped in a box obv u dont need much)

*Orientation

*Pronouns

*No Alpha hair

*No default mods

*Bio *optional*

Tag me or #LastStandchallenge

*DUE DATE FOR BOTH IS MAY 10th*

[thefatedthoughtofyou]

Body Worship Steddie

Rating: EXPLICIT

Warnings: size difference, a bit of softdom!Steve if you squint, blow jobs, eddie has a small dick. So if you're not into that or dont agree with that or dont like it, please just scroll on past, i don't wanna argue. But in this house we believe in small dick supremacy. Peace and love. ✌🏻

THIS POST IS NOT FOR MINORS! IF YOU'RE NOT 18+ PLEASE DO NOT INTERACT!!!!!

Tagging @grimmfitzz and @imsodonewiththissite (i know you dont go here really but here it is if you wanna give it a try! Haha!) Because y'all gave me courage!!! Hope you like it!

so eddie has a small dick. Steve's is like, normal, average. I dont know what average dick size is. Im gonna say like 5 inches? I wanna go with 4! Idk.

So yeah, he's been with eddie for awhile. And they've fooled around. And eddie has100% given him blow jobs at this point. But everytime steve tries to touch eddie he finds a way to get out of it. Either moving his hips away, or distracting steve with his tongue, steve is ashamed to say that that move had yet to fail, no matter how focused he thinks he is.

But eddie just, wont let steve touch his dick and its driving steve crazy. He's felt it exactly twice. Both times fleeting as eddie squirmed away from him. But my god does steve WANT. like, he felt how hard eddie was against his thigh, he knows what he felt. There's not much there. But steve literally does not care, he wants to touch him. Wants to make him feel good. Keeps fucking daydreaming about having Eddie's cock in his mouth.

But he doesn't wanna push eddie. Tries to take it slow. But then one night they're kissing and steve lays eddie back on his bed, tries to slot himself between Eddie's legs, to get them... somewhere!!! But eddie freezes so steve just groans and drops his head to Eddie's shoulder and is like,

"eddie please." And it's a fucking WHINE coming out of his mouth, he sounds so goddamn needy, and it makes Eddie's hands claw at his back and Eddie's basically panting at this point and is like,

"Im sorry. Im sorry i know- i just-" and steve looks at him and he's bright red and looks so embarrassed and steve refuses to let that stand so he cups Eddie's face, kisses him softly and uses the distraction to plant himself on top of eddie, pushing his knees between Eddie's and dropping himself there.

Eddie whines and slams his head back into the matress and steve just latches onto his neck before kissing up to his ear like,

"Dont be embarrassed. I don't care if your dick is small Eds. i just want it in my mouth." And Eddie's hips fucking grind up against him, but he shakes his head, turning away, his eyes squeezed shut so Steve stops. Because that's not normal 'turned on' Eddie. He slides his hand under Eddie's head, can feel wetness, Eddie's crying, Steve turns his head to look at him and says,

"I don't care Eddie. I want you. Is that not obvious yet?" His thumb soothing over his cheek. And Eddie shakes his head a bit, bites his lip and says,

"You say that now. But you'll change your mind. They all-" Eddie bites his lip again, sucks in air through his teeth as he sniffles. Steve frowns, he looks angry. Eddie tries to shrink away but Steve holds him still, presses closer.

"Fuck. Them. You think i haven't felt you? You think i don't know what's down here?" He moves then, fast but gentle, his hand moving down Eddie's side, and then between them, he cups Eddie in his hand and he bucks into Steve's touch with another whine.

"I've felt it. And i want it. Okay? Will you let me show you how much?" Steve moves his hand, presses his palm down just so.

Eddie's hands scramble over Steve's back until he's clawing at Steve's hips, his legs kicking against the sheets as he squirms, a mantra of "yes yes yes yes" falling from his lips as his eyes squeeze shut again. Steve smiles, kisses down his neck, then his chest, pressing kisses into the fabric of Eddie's shirt. And then he's sliding Eddie's pants down his legs, hooking his fingers into his boxers and pulling them down as well. And e

Eddie is on his elbows, looking down at Steve, his eyes huge, pupils blown, chest heaving, as Steve fucking stares at his cock like he wants to fucking eat it. And Steve's fucking mouth waters. He moves his palms up Eddie's thighs slowly, presses his fingertips into Eddie's hips before moving one hand back down.

His thumb grases the base of Eddie's dick and his hips jump again, Steve finally looks away from his dick, his eyes moving to Eddie's face, he tilts his head, asking for permission. Eddie nods quickly, his sweat damp hair sticking to his face, Steve smiles, presses a kiss to the inside of Eddie's knee, and then he moves his arm over Eddie's hips, presses him into the matress and finally, curls his fingers around Eddie's dick.

The tip just barely peaks out over his fist, and Steve is pressing the side of his palm down against the base too, as far as he can. The sight makes Steve's fucking mouth water even more and before Eddie is even a little used to the touch of his hand, Steve has his mouth on him. Eddie's cock fits in his mouth just so. So fucking perfect that steve moans around him and Eddie's hips buck up, even with Steve's arm holding him down.

The movement doesn't even come close to choking Steve and that just makes him hotter. He sucks, hard, hollowing his cheeks and humming around Eddie. Eddie gasping his name over and over, his hands in Steve's hair are the only warning Steve gets that Eddie is about to come. He groans as it hits his tongue, swallows it all and then keeps fucking going. Eddie tries to push him away, Steve pulls off of him, a string of spit and cum stretching between his lips and Eddie's cock, and Eddie makes the mistake of looking down at him at exactly that moment. His cheeks are flushed, and what Steve can see of his stomach where his shirts been shoved up is flushed too.

"Fuck. Steve." He's breathless. Steve climbs up his body, presses him into the matress and kisses him deeply, wants him to see how fucking good he tastes. Eddie whines, says Steve's name against his lips, Steve looks at him, his eyes are glassy, he's completely fucked out. Steve leans close, kisses his cheek and says,

"You're gonna give me one more."

Eddie immediately starts to shake his head, Steve grabs his chin firmly, makes Eddie look him in the eye.

"Yeah you are. One more for me Eds. You're doing so good. Bein such a good boy for me."

He whispers the words into Eddie's mouth, smiles when Eddie mumbles back,

"I can be good." And he's nodding now. Steve nods back, moves his thumb over Eddie lips and says,

"I know baby. You gonna give me one more?" Eddie nods again. Steve sinks down Eddie's body again, kissing as he goes, he bites at his hip, it drags a breathy laugh out of Eddie. And then he settles between Eddie's legs and looks at him, a smirk on his lips as he says,

"Maybe two."

Eddie opens his mouth to protest but what comes out is an obscene moan as Steve sucks his pretty little cock back into his mouth. Eddie's hands shoved up into his hair as his hips move in time with Steve's sucking, Eddie is so fucking good for him. Steve presses his hands to Eddie's thighs, digs his fingers in and fucking worships him with his mouth and his hands until Eddie can't fucking see, or hear, or speak anything but Steve's name over and over and over.

[wouldntyou-liketoknow]

Hi, do you take requests for x readers? Im really wanting some natemare x reader (they/she pronouns) fluffy cuddles maybe a cute date? Protective and mildly possessive Mare has my heart lol hes so precious and i love him, maybe its a date and Mare left to get drinks or something and a creep wouldnt leave y/n alone so Mare has to step in etc? Its okay if not that and its okay if you dont write x readers too ^-^ thanks :P

Call me Lyxie or Lyx ^-^

(for anon, ill be either Lyxie/Lyx or ^-^ anon if theyre free :P)

Weeeeell, this is a tiny bit awkward, considering the role I wrote Natemare into for Goretober 2022 (sue me, I took inspiration from FNAF lore.) But I'm still happy to write for him again! I really appreciate your patience. Hope it's okay!

(I am SO, SO, SO SORRY this took such an incredibly long time to post! The Goretober stuff and my last-minute Halloween Special Story had already been keeping me busy, AND THEN CHRISTMAS SEASON CAUGHT ME SO OFF-GUARD THAT MY HEAD IS STILL SPINNING FROM IRL CHAOS. I guess I should've expected that, because Christmas is always like that, but whatever.)

(Also, this is kind of my first time writing an x reader type story, or one specifically in a romantic sense, at least. So, sorry if this comes across a bit awkwardly 😅)

(Trigger Warnings: alcohol, eating/drinking, unwanted advances/creepy behavior, body horror, slight physical violence, strong language. Please let me know if I missed anything.)

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You can be described as someone who’s skilled in rolling with the punches.

Now, rolling with the punches doesn’t always mean being able to understand things that really aren’t meant to be understood, but it seems you’ve got a certain knack. 

If you didn’t, then how else would you have found yourself in a nice relationship with a banshee-esque spirit?

Yeah, your and Mare’s first meeting had been a little awkward, considering you’d been sabotaging a cult that was trying to hold blood rituals in his adopted brother’s name, but you two still became fast friends afterwards. (‘Matter of fact, the adopted brother in question is a pretty chill guy, too. Shockingly chill for an eldritch abomination in disguise, at least.) 

Really, dating Mare has helped open up more of reality to you. Pretty much every aspect of the human world has a counterpart for no-so-human entities. (Yes, you sort of already knew about that, but thanks to Mare, you’ve been able to actually explore it for yourself.)

For example: the setting of your latest date. 

Holy Water Distilling Co. was one of many establishments owned and controlled in Phantom’s domain. 

By day, it was a tidy bar offering a pool table in one corner and a stage in the other. 

By night, it was. . .well, the same thing. The only parts of it to change were the clientele, as well as certain items on the menu. 

One particular evening, Mare just so happened to be up on the aforementioned stage, alongside a few of his musician-buddies. You, meanwhile, were seated at the counter, watching and listening as he performed.

(Not that you minded this arrangement. Mare’s affinity for music was what you initially bonded with him over, after all. You’d tagged along on his gigs before, and he’d never failed to make it a good time.)

Patiently waiting for him to wrap up his band’s last song so you two could enjoy the rest of the night together. . . 

“Y’know, it’s always easy to find some nice toys in this place,” an unfamiliar voice whispers from just a few seats away. “But I never thought I’d see a worthwhile human around here.” 

. . .and trying your absolute damnedest to ignore the stranger who just couldn’t seem to take a hint.

Similarly to Mare and Phantom, the stranger in question could almost pass for a human. Just not at the moment, since he’d obviously taken off whatever disguising veil he used (those were pretty popular among this crowd for many reasons). 

His eyes bulged from their sockets, lacking both pupils and irises. Just two orbs a little larger than the average tennis ball, coming in a shade of dark pink that looked more toxic than fluorescent, ever-so-slightly rolling around in his head as he stared at you. The grin he aimed in your direction would’ve been creepy even without his particular mouthful of oily-looking needle-teeth. 

You ground your jaw, feeling one of your hands curl into a fist on the bar counter. 

The bug-eyed stranger seemed to catch onto that body language. Though you didn’t look at him, your peripheral vision still allowed you to see how his smile fell. 

“What? I don’t get any gratitude for the compliment?” Mr. Bug-Eyes asked, his voice changing from smug to indignant in a heartbeat. 

“If you really think that being called a toy is a compliment,” you finally murmur in a clipped tone, “then you’re in for a rude awakening.”

“Oh, c’mon. I know what girls like,” Mr. Bug-Eyes retorted. “I’ll just never understand why you’re all so repressed.”

“I think you’re mistaking repression for self-respect,” you observed. 

You kept your focus on the stage, on Mare and his bandmates. You knew they were on their last song for the night’s performance. The music was winding down, but it was still awesome as ever. He’d asked for your help with lyrics and fine-tuning a good few times in the past, and that had been flattering enough.

But the fact that he was having such a good time singing the stuff that you helped him decide on. . .well, you weren’t sure when you’d stop riding that high, but you certainly weren’t complaining. 

“Fine, fine. I get it: you don’t want things to move so fast,” Mr. Bug-Eyes piped up again, nudging his bar stool a few inches closer to you. He didn’t seem to notice how you automatically nudged your own chair a few inches further away. “Can’t I just get your number, honey? It’s clear you need someone to talk to.”

“I’ve already got that covered,” you replied. “That’s how having friends works.” 

“That’s big talk for someone who’s here all alone,” Mr. Bug-Eyes sneered. 

You feel your knuckles turn white. “I’m not alone.”

“Well, if that’s the case, your company isn’t paying enough attention to you.”

“That’s none of your damn business,” you hiss, trying to keep your voice down. Yeah, you weren’t shy about potentially clocking this guy in the chin if he tried anything, but you still didn’t want to cause a scene. Not when Mare was wrapping up his gig, so close to finally coming offstage and continuing his date with you. “I already told you: I’m. Not. Interested. If you were half the guy you think you are, you would’ve left me alone after the first time.”

Mr. Bug-Eyes gave a melodramatic sigh, and a sickeningly sweet smell permeated the air around you. It almost instantly caused the first stage of a migraine to flare along the bridge of your nose. You shook your head, blinking as your eyes grew watery way faster than necessary.

A chill raced down your spine as you registered the weight of a hand on your head, ruffling your hair.

You jerked back, slapping it away. “Get away from me!”

The quick motion, combined with the smell, caused you to lose your balance. However, instead of collapsing onto the floor, you felt yourself being caught. Despite your now hazy vision, it took no time at all for you to recognize the colorful tattoos adorning your rescuer’s arms. 

Relief sliced through the awful type of adrenaline that was thrumming through your head. 

From there, things moved pretty fast. 

The environment around you was a blur as clouds of dark violet smoke poured from Mare’s eyes, from his mouth, through his skin itself.  

Mare guided one of your arms to rest along his shoulder, helping you to keep up with his pace. 

Cool nighttime air rushed past the two of you; you almost didn’t notice the deep whooshing sound of a heavy glass door being swung open. 

And before you knew it, you were suddenly sitting down again. The weight of Mare’s arm was still around your waist.

“Deep breaths. Take deep breaths,” Mare coached. There was a slight echo in his voice; his pitch seemed a bit all over the place. That always seemed to happen whenever he had too much energy, good or bad. 

You nodded, following those instructions. You raised a hand to knead at your temple. Then, after a moment of scrubbing at your eyes, you realized that you were now in a completely different part of the downtown area. If memory served, you were now a far distance away from Holy Water Distilling Co.

“Are you okay?” Mare asked, keeping a firm yet gentle hold on your hand. 

You finally looked over at him. His eyes were pitch-black, the purple tear tracks on his face now branching out like veins or tree roots. His skin had turned a deathly shade of gray; if you looked closely enough, you could almost see the shapes of his teeth and skull through the barrier. 

Despite his obvious anger, concern and fear were still present in his features. 

“I’m okay. I’m okay,” you eventually reassured him. Your head still felt a little funny, but now that you were away from the scent, your senses were much clearer. You didn’t hesitate to hug him, resting your head on his shoulder. He returned the gesture tenfold, sighing. 

The minutes dragged along, but you didn’t mind. 

“Whoever that idiot was, I think I’m gonna have to kill him,” Mare murmured after you pulled away. The edge in his voice had died down a bit, and his features were slowly but surely turning less ghoulish, but his eyes remained dark. 

“I won’t stop you,” you hummed, having long-since grown accustomed to his more monstrous side, “but could that wait a bit? Just until tomorrow?” 

Mare squinted at you, understandably incredulous. 

You shrugged. “I mean, you seemed really excited about the movie. The screening’s supposed to start in about. . .” You glanced down to check the clock on your phone, “. . .twenty minutes from now, I think.”

Mare’s eyes widened as a surprised snicker escaped his lips. “Priorities, priorities.”

You tilted your head as you rose from the sidewalk bench. “Consider it your reward for rescuing the damsel in distress.”

“Well, when you put it like that. . .” Mare was quick to follow, locking arms with you as you began strolling together.

[ericstoltz]

life update!!!!

hi hello friends good morning good afternoon good evening its that time of the month again! this isnt really a big life update like the last time bcs i just thought id list down a bunch of things ive had on my mind.

first of all, im very happy to announce that i was able to watch 16 movies last march !! exciting!! i know ive said the last time that i quit the bingewatching thing but HONESTLY im in a work from home setup and the only way to keep me inspired is by watching a movie ... i am yet to find other ways to stay inspired so watching movies will just do for now... ALSO im gonna try to update my newsletter for the first time this year and itll probably be about the movies that i saw this march that i liked ! im now comfortable with turning the newsletter to be more about movies bcs nothing major has been happening in my life lol . so pls stay tuned for that newsletter post if ur interested!

another thing is ive decided to make this blog more personal! for the past year ive made this blog to be more about movies and gifs and stuff, and as much as i love getting the notes and reading ppl's tags, im going to try and make this blog work for me this time :) hope it doesnt get annoying or something... im also in the process of fixing my about pages and tags and all. ive used tumblr since 2012 so im still struggling with the setup. LIKE yes i want to maximize the fact that you can edit html pages and its cute and lets me be creative but at the same time, im on my phone majority of the time . and i dont like being on my laptop after work because ive literally just been using a laptop the whole day. for work. im rly shy to post some stuff about me (bcs i havent done it before fr insert the tom hanks dialogue from joe vs the volcano abt doing some soul searching and coming to the conclusion that hes just boring so he stops doing it) so if u see me doing it as an attempt to fix the personal pages on my blog, im sorry! AAAND as for the gifs thing, im thinking of changing my film diary tag, one thing i really enjoy is taking note of dialogues i love from a movie so i might just do screenshots. i really miss making gifs even though most of the gifs i end up with are LQ , but it just really isnt feasible now . (also some movies are just so tempting to gif LIKEEE valley girl and everytime we say goodbye 😭😭 it physically hurts me that i cant gif josh whitehouse and tom hanks in those movies....)

ALSO im really very very happy that ive gained new followers recently. i enjoy chatting with you guys and get so happy whenever i get the notif that someone sent me an ask/message!! ive been idle on stan twt/fandoms in general so its been a really long time since ive actually... talked to people... it makes me really happy talking to u and im sorry if my happiness doesnt show in my replies/posts. as i said, its been a while since ive done this and i usually go on here as soon as im off work (when my brain is semi-fried and the words are not wording anymore) . i hope i dont come across as bored/uninterested :(

and it isnt just about fandoms too, im genuinely insterested what u guys are up to lately and all... (in a non stalker way). it just feels nice to have friends in general ^__^

SO YEA, i think thats about it :) if u've read this all until here ilysm! thanks for ur interest and lmk how ur day was! or just send me something u want to talk about !

have a nice day :)

[thatdeadaquarius]

Same anon with vine boom sfx ask, I got another one xD hope u dont mind

Okay so while I was reading through the tags and replies of the language post i got reminded of a memory. Everyone knows the russian words 'cyka blyat' but as someone whose country is full of bilinguals/trilinguals I see a different word with the same letters used that is bad and I have to take a double-take.

Basically reader who is still learning teyvatian language (bear with me), stumbles across a sign (a shop, a random sign, etc.), sees an english bad word, SUS moment only to find its a harmless, innocent teyvatian word mistaken as an english one.

(If you ask the twins they would either slowly but surely die of laughter or wheeze so bad they have to be revived. Cue other characters of your choosing wheezing as well or turned into the equivalent of Windows XP shut-down jingle)

(This happens to me so many times ever since I searched up random words from random languages and seeing my country's equivalent, imagine the chaos reader would unleash. The twins mught az well be wheezing ghosts---)

YES UR BACK YES HI HELLO WELCOME AGAIN🎉

(subliminalmessagingspspspspscometomeaskscomepspspsps)

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There's so much ✨️ room ✨️ for language chaos and genshin

(Like it was a creative idea to make them have theyre own language, bc u kno international audience/diff language settings all the time)

oh the old, 🤨 "what is that?" sus look from someone who speaks multiple languages when they see smth that looks/sounds like a cuss word/slur but in actuality means some shit like "cheese"

Yeah as i think about it more and more, as soon as ANY language shenanigans happen (blunt speech, ppl dont speak ur lang, etc) aint no way the traveler is makin it out alive

Like, realistically, only ppl like Kazhua could travel with yall consistently, so like him, the traveler, and kuni (im sick of typing out scaramouche so itll either be kuni/scara/lil meow meow/bbygirl from now on)

Are all in the line of fire.

They're abt to gets abs (if they didnt already have them) from how hard theyre laughing all the time

Omfg imagine walking thru like main street in Liyue or Inazuma city and the slur/cuss word mistranslation is like a common word 😭

All the shop signs or like banners or restaurant menus (like u kno how they put them outside?) as u go down the street is just

"Flower *slur*(shop)"

"Beauty fuck"

"Ass Bakery"

LMAO oh how the turn tables-

Now they cant stop laughing at ur reactions

Yeah the traveler at least is like in physical pain bc they have to be around u all the time so everything funny happens to/around them 💀 RIP ur traveling partners

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Thank you for the ask!!

You're always welcome to come back again!! I love to see it :D !!!

[fire-but-ashes-too]

word search

I did itttt! finallyyyy!

this took a looong time, mostly for searching the posts rather than the words, so so sorry @leisoree @digital-chance it's been probably a week😭

but im here now! so lets get on with the words

I had always, more, down and long from @digital-chance; cafe, search, car and salt by @holdmyteaplease (thank youuu) and going, read, move and wind from @leisoree

ill be using my wip questionable decisions (i think ill change the name, i dont like it) since its the one im working on rn

Always As always, he was right. More It always got on her nerves, how people could tell how easily what she was thinking, even more when she wanted to say something different. Down A little screech came out from the girl’s mouth, who rushed down the stairs and launched herself into the kitchen, flicking on every light. Long The movie had ended a long time before and a strange calm had settled over them. Cafe sadly, I didn't find any cafes 🥲 Search The gambling dens threw out the few people still hanging around in search of a bit of luck, clinging to that sliver of hope just for the haze of alcohol that ran through their minds. Car “Kaz Brekker doesn’t need a reason” that’s what they all said, whispering in the hallways as he passed by, gossiping in cars and shops, staring at him in class. And they were right. Salt we have the flour but not the salt 🥲 Going  Inej started scrolling quickly through her phone contacts, silently praying to have his number because it didn’t even cross her mind to ask him for it, first of all because it would have been really awkward, just imagine, going up to your fencing-mate with whom you’ve never entertained a friendly and pacific conversation and asking for their number. Read His eyes skimmed quickly over the page, the sentences self-completing in his mind from the infinite times he had read it, along with the others. Move He moved again, but this time she was quicker and the ice-cold drink made contact with his skin. Wind As Idina Menzel shouted in the imaginary wind “the cold never bothered me anyway” (yes it did, it did bother you very much) Inej stepped inside the pantry and closed the doors with a slam.

daaamn that was long.

im kindly tagging @maewrites13 @the-stray-storyteller @briannaswords @flock-from-the-void and whoever wants to join in!

your words are love, airplane, real and game

[alexinity]

Hi there,

I’m sorry you’ve gotten so many anons that are downright hateful. You can disagree with someone without telling them to kill themself, and I wish these anons would actually try to engage with you in a meaningful way rather than just threatening you. That’s why I’m writing this ask. I was hoping to explain some of the nuances of dark content in a way that isn’t pure defensiveness. It’s okay if this doesn’t change your mind, I just wanted to try and actually explain helpfully.

Firstly, I understand why you’re upset about the post. Incest is extremely taboo and morally reprehensible in reality. (And I agree with you it’s not my cup of tea in fiction either.) However, on sites like tumblr and ao3 it’s very much up to the reader to avoid things they don’t want to see. Yes, tag filtering exists and many of us use it, but some things still slip through the cracks. Even if this post wasn’t filtered for you, it was still marked as mature by tumblr and the top of the post itself contains all the relevant warnings. If you didn’t want to see the content, all you had to do was block and scroll away.

Second, in fiction communities, it is absolutely inappropriate to pathologize people’s fantasies and tell them that their content should not exist. Studies have shown time and time again that fantasies do not correlate with real life intentions to commit taboo or illegal acts such as incest. In fact, modern psychiatry believes that engaging with fanfic (and other safe sane consensual ways of engaging with dark fantasies) is a helpful outlet for people. Adults are capable of separating fiction from reality. To pretend otherwise is to buy into purity culture rhetoric.

On the topic of purity culture, policing fandom content in any way is absolutely a Trojan horse for purity culture. Just look at what happened to ff.net. First it will be dark content, then it will be any nsfw content is unacceptable, then it will be queer content, and so on and so forth. The thing about claiming the moral high ground is that morals are subjective and the goalposts will always be moved. You may think I’m exaggerating by saying that objecting to fictional incest and other dark content leads to the exclusion of marginalized folks, censorship, and the destruction of fanfic communities but it absolutely does and it has already happened.

Anyway, thanks for reading this far (if you have) and again I’m not sending this out of malice so I really hope it doesn’t come across as a personal attack. But at the end of the day, (as much as I understand having a visceral reaction to dark content) this one is kind of on you. Tumblr has dark content, this is common knowledge. A post gave appropriate warnings. And you purposely engaged with a post you knew you wouldn’t like. Being into dark fantasies with fictional characters is not an offense worthy of a callout post. Next time please just block and scroll. Other people should be able to create the content they like without being shamed and harassed. Not everything has to be for you.

hi,

i understand your point, thank you for being respectful, i got tired of people just jumping on me, thinking they will do something by calling me names and telling me to off myself.

Thats one of the reasons i wont be saying anything about content like that anymore, the other is that no matter what me and other people said as a response we got insults and not being taken seriously.

Of course i dont think only my opinion is right, i respect other peoples opinions but i also expect a normal response. Instead i was called thin-skinned and told to suck it up. Immature response in my opinion.

i will also add that not all people separate fiction from reality and a lot of them are adults.

i dont wanna deal with all of that anymore its pointless

Again thank you for being respectful and kind, some of the asks i received were pretty mean lol

[devilsainz]

Tagged by @watercolor-hearts, I'm actually surprised someone remembers my @ to tag me in these! quite heartwarming tbh, thank you lovely, hope you have a nice day/evening/morning 🤗💙

Name: my true name starts with a. m. but since i'm a person on the verge of mixing reality w/ virtual i rather be just called goggles lmao (not to be too vague, my second one is miguel, a quite common latino name, but the first one is quite unusual and it feels too real to be called like that so im hiding it lol)

Sign: Leo (i copied from the op who tagged me and yes this is my sign as well)

Time: 19:16 (i definetely spent too much time elaborating and correcting my own answers lmao)

Favourite band/artist: the short version or the long one? cause honestly im kind of into music as a whole, but to select just a few, i'd say Fiona Apple, Joanna Newsom, Beyoncé and Björk. yep, all ladies, dont ask me why but i just connect with female vocalists more

Last movie: ooh.. this one is quite been some time actually... i think it was Knives Out: Glass Onion! just a little bit of silly fun entertainment and cause i was honestly curious cause i liked watching the 1st knives out.

Last show: Drive to survive 🤷‍♂��� im not a very series person tbh (even dts i only watched the eps i actually was curious about lmao)

When I created this blog: this kind of has 2 answers idk. because this used to be a ziam - yes you read that right - a ziam blog lmao but i didnt put much thought into it tho. then i just stopped using for years, and i just came 2 months ago back to delete it and replace with this actual blog cause i discovered the charlos side of tumblr and wanted to interact w the blogs i discoveeed, reblog and all that jazz.

Other blogs: other than the one i deleted, no, i just have this active blog.

Do I get asks: no i turned them off lol but i dont mind actually i get kind of peaceful thinking im just a dot in this vast virtual world of internet, at least here

Followers: 125 accs (i guess, i dont check bots but i dont think there are too much of them)

Average hours of sleep: i guess it varies on 6-8? there are days a sleep a little bit later but tbh i dont keep track of these lol but i can tell i've been pretty okay with my schedule lately, at least my insomnia stopped

Instruments: nope. i have a shitty keyboard but i just gave up on learning, but i do plan on trying again, just dont know when

What I am wearing: green shorts and an ugly printed but comfortable t shirt

Dream job: i mean, it says dream job... so i might go full in... singer/songwriter 🤓

Dream trip: actually i'm not really obsessed about trips anymore... but if i had to pick one i'm just saying Madrid cause its where carlos jr was born 🤓 (i still want to go there and investigate in person to find his official time of birth btw, so yep im picking madrid)

Favorite song atm: i have a lot of songs being my faves simultaneously and it changes fast depending on the moments/moods but im going with In California by Joanna Newsom cause the chorus when she sings "cuckoo cuckoo" its freaking amazing tbh. for my more upbeat side tho i'm picking Those Eyes, That Mouth by cocteau twins.

Tagging:@leclercsbf and @leoramage (tagging you two cause you were the ones to start a conversation w me so i think it wouldn't be too awkward lol but hey, feel free to ignore if you dont want to or dont like these, no hard feelings, were just dots in a virtual space)

(ps: i was actually very defensive about these kind of posts but i tried this one for fun and hey it is fun! it was kind of cool to talk about myself freely without my face or name plastered on it so thanks for that, person who tagged me)

[vngelgyu]

anorgasmia pt.2

this fic contains 18+ content. minors do not read or interact.

☆ pairing - female!reader x Seonghwa

☆ warnings - rough sex, creampie(twice), momentary fingering, pet name, finger sucking, unprotected sex(plz dont do this), cockwarming, momentary grinding.

☆ word count - 2.1k

☆ genre - smut

☆ description - pt.2 of Anorgasmia, they have sex lmao

☆ authors note - there may be a few discrepancies between this one and the first one but idk, i got carried away and ended up adding more to it.

☆ tags - @yunhoflrtz

It had been about 2 weeks since you and Seonghwas first sexual encounter and those 2 weeks were full of almost daily orgasms, caused by his mouth and fingers.

he had yet to even do so much as grind on you and you weren’t sure why because you told him that he could do whatever he wanted to you before your first sexual encounter. despite that, he hadn’t done much other than helping you out sexually. you had both confessed your love to each other but your relationship didn’t change at all. no hugs, no kisses. just him and you co-existing in your shared apartment.

you were laying on your bed with your upper body hanging upside down off the side of it, when there was a knock on your door. you told him to come in and he did so and sat next to you. “we need to talk y/n”, he said while waiting for you to sit up. once you were properly sitting next to him, he said “do you remember how i told you that i love you?”. you nodded and looked at a picture frame that was on the other side of your room.

“i need you to look at me please.” he said while waiting for you to turn to look at him, but you didn’t and he sighed lightly in frustration. “i really wish you would listen to me. its important, so please don’t make me force you to look at me y/n.” you slowly turned to look at him, slightly turned on by the slight edge in his voice.

“good girl, now, i was wondering if you would be my girlfriend.” he asked you with a hopeful gleam in his eyes.

you didn’t respond, you just stared at him as you weren’t expecting him to ask you out, in fact, it was the last thing on your mind considering you had given up on any hope that your relationship would move to the next level. you couldn’t believe that someone as handsome as Seonghwa would want to be with you. he had confessed to you but you thought that maybe it was a spur of the moment thing. “y/n?” he called your name but you just continued to stare at him. you weren’t really sure what to say so you just settled for nodding your head, but that wasn’t enough for him and he said “use your words y/n”.

you took a deep breath and opened your mouth but your words refused to come out, so Seonghwa started slowly counting and you had a feeling that you should respond before he got to 3, so you quickly said “yes”. and he smiled and hugged you gently.

but now you had questions swarming around your head. “why did you wait so long to ask me? i thought you didn’t want me anymore.” you asked him, looking away from him again.

“i was nervous to be honest. I’ve wanted nothing more than to hold you, kiss you, make love to you, and take you on dates for the last few years and when you told me you loved me, i felt relieved but really nervous too.” he said while looking at the mess of clothes and crumpled papers on your floor.

“you want to make love to me..?” you asked shyly. Seonghwa looked up at you, surprised that you thought he didnt want to, and said “of course i do, its all i think about when i touch you.”

now you were staring at the mess on the floor while your face heated up at embarrassment from the words that left his mouth. “then why didn’t you before?” you asked him while pouting.

he grabbed your face and turned it so that you were looking at him and kept his grip on your chin while saying “because baby, i wanted to wait until after i asked you to be mine. i know that you said i could do whatever i wanted to you but i wanted it to be special. it was really hard holding myself back these few weeks, but now that you belong to me..” he trailed off, his voice getting lower in octave as he slowly pushed you down onto your bed so that you were laying on your back with him hovering over you, hips between your thighs. “i dont have to hold back anymore, i can touch you, kiss you, lick you, and fuck you as much as i want.. that is what you want isnt it?” he finished. you whispered out a simple "please" and seonghwa began pressing his jean covered bulge against you and let out sigh at the feeling of finally being pressed against you after all these years of wanting you.

seonghwa continued to grind his bulge against you while sucking on your neck and leaving hickies. you moaned quietly and wrapped your arms around him, sliding your hands under his shirt and rubbing his smooth back. seonghwa sat up and pulled his shirt off and you did the same and resumed the position you were in before. your hands roamed his upper body as he ground his bulge against you with more force and sucked on the sensitive spot behind your ear, marking you.

needing to feel more of you, he sat up once again and pulled your shorts and panties down your legs while you unclasped your bra and threw it across your room. seonghwa pulled his jeans and boxers off and you gasped at the sight of his dick. just looking at it, you didn’t know if it would fit. he was definitely the biggest you'd ever had. he snapped you out of your thoughts by saying “roll over onto your belly baby” and you obeyed his command. he grabbed a pillow and tapped your hip, motioning for you lift them and he slid the pillow under your pelvis so prop you up better a little.

he pressed his cock against your ass and ground against it slowly while kissing the skin of your upper back and caressing your side, using his other arm to prop himself up. you could feel his nose gently brushing against your back as he whispered “you’re so beautiful.” against your skin and then sat back up before spreading your legs and pressing the tip of his cock against your slit, rubbing against it and reveling in the way it glided between your lips, coating the tip with your wetness, before lining himself up with your entrance and slowly and carefully sliding into you. he let out a groan as your warm and wet walls sqeezed around him. if he didnt have as much willpower as he did, the slight contraction of your walls would have had him cumming inside you already.

you whined as he stretched you open. you could feel his dick deep inside of you and you would probably be able to see the bulge in your stomach if you were laying on your back. he hadn’t even started moving yet and your legs were trembling from the pleasure. you had never had that big of a dick inside of you before. you gripped the sheets of your bed as you got used to the way he was completely filling you, not only length wise, but with his girth as well.

seonghwa started moving slowly, thrusting deep inside of you while letting out a string of curse words and moans. he had been waiting to be deep inside you for so long and you felt better than he could have ever imagined. despite being big, you were taking all of him so well that he couldnt help but want to make you take more of him. he was torn between wanting to be gentle and passionate since it was your first time together, and absolutely ruining you, making you drool as tears fell from your eyes while he fucked you endlessly and pumped you full of his cum, load after load, just completely making a mess of you.

seonghwa pushed those thoughts from his head, deciding not to break you just yet (unless you asked for it) and thrusted into you faster but not putting a bunch of force into the thrusts. seonghwa then asked “baby, can i cum inside of you and make you mine?” and you moaned out “yes”, before saying "more, please". while he obviously felt amazing, you needed more.

it was as if you had read his mind and with no further thought, his hands found themselves on your round ass and began roughly squeezing while separating to see the way he disappeared inside of you with every thrust. he began pulling out almost completely so that he could see the way your creamy slick coated his shaft before snapping back into you. after a few thrusts, his hands moved to your waist, squeezing tightly as he fucked into you with a quick rhythm, hitting deep inside you before pulling out to do it again and again.

your moans got louder and you felt your climax coming. your legs were trembling and you tried to let seonghwa know but the words wouldnt come out. lucky for you, he could tell you were close by the way your body tensed and how you subconsciously kept trying to pull away from him due to the sensitivity inside you. seonghwa tightened his hold on your hips and slammed himself into you and with a final hard thrust into you, you came, clenching around him, which caused seonghwa to follow in your lead and he pumped you full of his cum. he moaned about how good you were for finishing around him and collapsed on your back for a few minutes before sitting up and slowly pulling out of you. he spread your lips and watched as his cum leaked out of you before gathering what was dripping down your folds with 2 fingers before plunging them inside of you.

you whined as your body tried to jerk away from him but seonghwa wasnt having that and said "shhh its okay, im not quite done with you yet but you can take more cant you? you took my cock so well that i cant help but want to give you more of it."

even though you were sensitive, you couldnt ignore the pleasure you felt as Seonghwa slowly curled his fingers inside of you, so you said "i-i can take it hwa"

seonghwa pulled his fingers out of you and lined himself up with your entrance again before thrusting into you and then held his messy fingers in front of your mouth before saying "open". you opened your mouth and began sucking on the 2 fingers as soon as they entered your mouth.

seonghwas thrusts sped up as he started fucking you at the same speed as before, but with slightly more force. the moans that slipped out around his fingers came out choked and noisy and that was all you could hear other than the sound of his balls slapping against you with every thrust, which made a loud smacking sound due to the cum that had leaked out of you. you had no idea how seonghwa still had so much energy while you were basically a shakey puddle on your bed despite not doing anything other than laying there.

the tall boy pulled his fingers out of your mouth and moved both hands to your upper back, holding you down as his thrusts increased in force. seonghwa had dreamed of being inside of you for so long that he couldnt find it in himself to be gentle with you, but you werent complaining, your previous partners had never made you feel as good as seonghwa was.

you could feel your second orgasm building and felt tears prick your eyes. your body felt like it was on fire. you could feel everything, the way his cock dragged against your walls, the way his balls smacked against your clit, you could feel his dick twitch and throb inside you, and the way your pebbled nipples rubbed against your bed slightly with every thrust. it was all too much and before you knew it, you were cumming around seonghwas dick, which was still pounding into you, but not as rhythmically because of the vice grip your walls had around him.

you whimpered his name as seonghwa continued and he said "just a little bit more baby" as he moved his hands back to your hips. he pulled your hips up to meet his with each thrust and after a few more minutes of him using you as if you were a doll, you felt him fill you with cum for the second time, but this time he didnt pull out, instead, he carefully layed down on top of you before rolling on his side, bringing your limp body with him so that he was still inside you.

“ill clean you up later, but for now, get some rest" he said quietly and your eyes fluttered closed, letting the exhaustion take over.

[kkusuka]

congrats on 3k!! i hope im not too late but here are my hcs for osamu (she/her if you dont mind)

-osamu doesn’t realize whenever some girls tries to flirt with him at onigiri miya, he’s just friendly

-whenever you get bitter about it (either on purpose or not) he’d find it cute and tease you about it bc its a miya thing to be annoying

-and when you get riled up enough he’d have to show you how you’re his only one and how no one else can get him off like you do

Broken Chopsticks 

Husband!Osamu x Wife!Reader 

Synopsis: osamu likes watching you stake your claim just a bit to much

words: 1.1k 

Cw: smut (cunilingus), jealousy, very tiny angst if you squint, some bad language 

a/n: thank you so much!! i love me a good Osamu moment too 

“Well, I happen to think you’re the better twin Mr. Osamu!” “You just seem to get more handsome every day, Miya-san!” “It’s just too bad you’re married.”

Snap. Suddenly all eyes were on you, namely the broken chopstick in your hand. Shooting your husband, who resides at the counter as normal, with a tight smile you make your way to the kitchen pondering just where these women get their audacity.

  ‘Oh Miya-san, you’re so good with your hands!’, yeah he was, it’s just too bad he’s married. It enraged you, they not only flirted with a clearly taken man but right in front of you? It’s downright shameless. What’s worse is that ‘Samu either didn't realize it was happening, years of high school pining over him and his twin would do that. Or he just doesn't care. And you can only hope it’s not the latter.

You can't even remember a time when women wouldn't flirt with him, even when he was still only your boyfriend. Horrid memories of waitresses slipping him their number as they blatantly ignore your plea for another cup of water. Or women asking for selfies with the famous owner of Onigiri Miya and brother of the “best” setter in Japan, Atsumu, another pain in your side.

But- through all the years- the worst of all are the times when you’re working the counter. You could deal with them questioning who you were and how long you had been working there (really asking about just who you were), it the biggest ego boost when you reveal that not only did you help build the business, but you fuck the owner almost daily- and he loves it. (of course, you don't say that but you explain your marriage and how happy you are to help Osamu with his dream)

You are happy to deal with them, whether or not they buy something is irrelevant, and if you see them again they order and silently leave. It's the, and excuse your language, homewrecking whores that you can’t stand. The ones that look you in the eye and ask where the ‘hunk’ that’s usually there is. You try to explain that you’re working the counter- they roll their eyes and get a piece of onigiri. 

The same women you glare at through the small window above the stove where you make dinner for you and… the guy who’s letting some wench squeeze his-your-biceps.

  It's only when they leave before Osamu closes for the night, do you walk out of the back, hands full of rice and Thai-style chicken for you and… that man. Being your husband of five years, as soon as you walked out he knew you were upset. Even when you placed his food down and started some random small talk that he currently had no care for. He could almost smile, the act bringing him back to high school when you would act like all the girls that came up to him meant nothing. No matter how high you may have your chin, he knew that the women did in fact matter to you- it was cute. He almost felt bad but feeling your stare burning his back while some rando tries to flirt with him was all too adorable. Your nose scrunches and your cheeks puffy out, lips falling into a cute little pout, sometimes you cross your arms and wait for him to be finished only to wrap yourself around him, still in plain view of anyone trying to ogle him. It’s similar to the face you make now, only you’re trying to act like you aren't making the face. “What’s the matter, Baby? Yer makin that pouty face.” Geez, he always knew didn’t he. “If you’re asking, you already know the answer.” You knew he did, by the way he put his chopsticks down, rose from his chair, taking your hands in his as some random song playing on your radio- some Ed Sheeran song from an American station. “You’re so cute when yer jealous. Makes me feel special.” “M’not jealous, ‘Sumu.” That gave him a good laugh, firstly the tens of chopsticks you split today are still peeking out of the trash, and don't think he didn't notice the intellectual brushes against him whole people were ordering. Simple daily activities laced with possessiveness. “Oh I’m sure ya aren’t,” your feet started to sway, moving through the rows of tables and chairs, “I do have to say, whatever this is, I like it. You should stake your claim more often.” As you move, his mouth attaches itself to your neck. His hands pressing you down to sit on the same counter you’d been so angry with. One hand moving to settle on your thigh and the other playing with the hem of your shirt, pulling the fabric over your head., at the same time tugging your shorts down in one go. “We didn’t finish dinner.” He deliberately ignored the comment, instead, kneeling between your legs, pulling you to sit on the very edge of the marble. Your thighs resting on his buff shoulders, face pressed to your panties. “I’m about to eat mine.” With that he pressed his tongue flat against your covered folds, sucking your juices through the red lace. His tongue sought out your clit, swirling over it as your hands laced through his dark locks. “‘Sumu, I-” “You what? Gotta say something, I’m hungry.” He waited for no response as he pushed your panties to the side, taking a moment to commit your creamy pussy to memory. “Yer always so wet, I think ya get off on other girls bein’ near me.” His tongue ran between your lips, gathering the slick on them- the sleeping noise enough to make you cum that second. He moved the hand on your waist to your mound, his thumb attaching to your clit. Letting out an almost pornographic moan his eyes connect to yours, lips curling into a smirk as his tongue and fingers move faster on your cunt. “Feeling good?” “Yes-yes! I just, please! Really wanna cum!” “Well, if you wanna so badly, I guess I'll help ya out.” His finger moves faster around your bud, using his forearm to keep your hips in place. He delved in your dripping hole, thrusting his tongue in and out of your cavern. He can feel you getting close to your thighs encasing his head, a favorite for him. Replacing his tongue with two fingers he focuses on sucking your clit, the action that brings your orgasm crashing over you with a screech of his name. “So pretty, but ‘m not full yet.”

tags: @diamond-3 @rinsangel @heyheyitsne @angelalje @monisi @crystal-lilac @sadpotato10