#i cant give you any reasons you just have to trust me

[meadow-moth]

Anatomy of a hug 🫶

Bonus without ribs/heart under cut

I did a hell of a lot more shading than I usually do for this one but it's my boys so idc

[guinevereslancelot]

decided to leave my job and i'm gonna fr gonna cryyyyy

[girlcrushau]

[izzy-b-hands]

My doctor messaging me at 12:30 in the morning to tell me she wants to do a telehealth visit abt the side effects I'm having with my new Lamotrigine dose (including worse insomnia than my usual insomnia, as u may have guessed lmao) is. something.

[the-king-of-lemons]

,,

[snekdood]

im just gonna say im mediterranean and call it a day

[keferon]

I should be asleep but this is consuming me.

So have this poorly thought out fic drabble idea of mine:

Prowl is in pain, hurt and agony, physically and emotionally. He shouldn't have let Jazz convince him, he should have listened to that tingly uncertain feeling on his spark about this

But dammit was Jazz so...so convincing. It pained him to realise how much he wanted to trust the organic.

What didn't help was that bastard in front of him giving him mock grief. Prowl knew he did not care at all about how he feels, he knew there was some sort of sick enjoyment to all of this.

"Sorry, he couldn't come visit again. He actually had to help out with the newest mech, in fact, this prototype had one of your own parts in it!" Prowl wanted to sob, twisted asshole.

Suddenly, something seemed to have caught the organic's attention. Prowl didn't hear it at first, but once the man in front of him turned around in confusion, he heard it, there was some sort of commotion on the other side of the door.

Suddenly, before any of them could question what was going on, the doors burst out open with an explosion, causing many tools to clatter to the ground as the ground shook.

"GET AWAY FROM MY PARTNER!" Prowl, in a weak yet desperate attempt, turned his head to look at the direction of the voice. He recognised it-

"Jazz?" He spoke weakly. That seemed to have crushed the organic's soul, his face crumbling from his previous rage, before, in a blink of an eye, it turned back to fury. Fury so strong it could kill whoever dared look.

"Jazz?!" The twisted man standing in front of Prowl's face looked offended if not straight out annoyed at the other's presence. "What are you-?" He couldn't even finish his sentence before the other dropped whatever it was he had been holding and jumped on top of him. The two fought for a while, Jazz punching the guy a few times on the face before grabbing him by the neck of his shirt and throwing him to the other side of the room.

Jazz huffed, making sure to keep his eyes on his target for a second to see if that was enough to have knocked him out. It was. And once he was sure the guy wouldn't come back at him, he turned to look at Prowl, who so far, has only made move to watch the whole thing go down.

It took a while for the mech to properly process how Jazz looked, how he looked at him. Guilt, pain, sadness, exasperation even. It almost seemed like he was...crying?

"Prowl!" His partner? Ex-partner? (He wasn't sure anymore), ran to grasp his face, and he let him, to weak to fight back like he wanted to. Then he felt it, small droplets of water fall down his faceplates, 'Oh, so he was crying'. "I'm so sorry, i shouldn't have brought you here- we, we need to get you out-" as he moved, Prowl took notice of how dishevelled the other looked, the sudden smell of iron making him realise that he seemed to be covered in blood, if it was his own or not, Prowl wasn't sure, perhaps it was both. Taking a closer look, he started to notice all the small bruises and scratches on Jazz's face, in fact he took notice of a limp on his left leg too.

The other just seemed to be mumbling to himself as he tried to free Prowl, who so far has not spoken all that much, he felt too weak and tired, and he really had nothing to say other than a simple reply to what Jazz said before but he didn’t process it till now

"You really shouldn't have..."

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Ok that's all i have rn, bc I'm not much of a writer and idk how to write these characters so they might be a bit OOC sorry ^^;;

But feel free to like add and/or fix anything to this.

Just wanna add the note that maybe, the reason Jazz found out is bc he recognised Prowl's plating on the new mech thing they built ;)

OH MY GOD I CANT EVEN

RAAAAHHHHHHHHHH THIS IS. OH FUCK. THI s. SO GOOD AND PAINFUL IM ASCENDING TO SOME NEW UNDISCOVERED DIMENSIONS

ALSO. oh my fucking god you have galaxy brain for this. imagine the horror Jazz feels when he sees this random new robot his boss wants to test. And it’s plating is so freaking familiar. He runs his hands along the panels. And he recognises them, even repainted. Because he spent so much time sitting on them, repairing them, crawling on them with his magnets. Sleeping on them even. He sees the “scar” from the time he helped Prowl to fix his armor and welded some cracks in it.

And now the fucking plates are here but Prowl isn’t.

[jinxthequeergirl]

what would have happened if instead of stanley bill had gotten into reader's head? and in the end it was reader who got their memory erased. i just want to see stan's reaction, cuz reader is his partner. how he will try to do something or on the contrary, resign himself?

writing by translation sorry for mistakes

I See you In the Back of my mind

Stanley pines x fiance! reader

Thank you anon I love you 🙏😚

Warning:

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You knew what he was doing. You knew right away what was happening when Bill brought you and the twins back to the Pines brothers still locked in their cage. You'd spent half your life with Stanley to recognize him even in his twins' clothes.

You locked eyes with them shaking your head, warning him not to do what you thought he was about to do, begging him with your look.

"Alright,times up! I've got the kids and your little wife to be! y/n! I think I'm gonna kill one of them!" You struggled in Bills grip watching the kids hopelessly in his other hand. "Enie meni...minie...YOU!-"

"Wait!"

Everything froze for a moment.

"I surrender!" You shook your head before Bill dropped you.

"Good choice!" The air was knocked out of you on impact with the floor. "Don't do it!" You yelled. Bill snapped his fingers, and a zipper replaced your mouth.

"I accept under one condition, you let my brother y/n and the kids go."

"It's a Deal.

Bill stuck out his hand, a bright blue flame engulfing it. Stanley stared at it, glancing back at his family behind him.

"Grunkle Ford, don't trust him!" Dipper yelled.

You stood to your feet, fighting the zipper on your mouth, finally freeing it.

"Stop! Take me instead of st-Ford!" You said running up to stans side.

"What are you doing?" You ignored him. "I know everything he does, I studied thought journals to reopen the portal, I might even know MORE than him, plus.. you can keep my body as a physical form. it's younger than Fords!." He snapped again, the zipper disappearing from your mouth.

"Y/n! Are you crazy!?"

"Y/n no, you can't do this!" Both brothers were yelling at you now. Stan held your hand tightly, giving you the same look you gave him only moments before. You could hear Bill hum while he thought.

"Alright y/n! You make a good point it's a deal then!"

"Same rules apply the Pines family leaves here untouched!" You added.

Bill rolled his eyes.

"Sure, sure."

You turned quickly and hugged stan,slipping something in his pocket. "Do what you have too, take care of the kids. I love you!" Stan stared at you in shock, unable to speak before you turned away and locked hands with Bill.

The Pines watched you fall into a deep sleep in front of them. "She looks peacful." Mable commented. Voicing exactly what stan was thinking in that moment. He felt in his pocket for what you had slipped inside pulling out your engagement ring.

Ford sighed, deeply pulling out the memory gun.

"Wait, we can't...." stan Said stepping in front of you, blocking for your ring firmly in his grasp.

"Stanley, we don't have any other choice...:

"It should have been me... cant...I can't lose her! Before the kids, she was the only family I had I...Shes everything to me." He said, falling to his knees in front of you helplessly hanging his head.

"Stanley...step aside."

You would have tidied the place up if you knew you were having guests. The only thing on your mind when Bill entered was memories of Stan and the kids.

"What do you see in that guy?" Bill asked, finding you watching your last date with stan. You wondered if that really was the last ever time you'd be with him.

"He makes me laugh." You chuckled, you got up wiping the memory completely from your mind, now only standing in complete nothingness. You thought it would have happened right away, but you figured Stanley was putting up a fight about it.

That was another reason you liked him.

Then you felt it.

"I'm really sorry to do this to you cipher, but you messed with the people I love."

Blue flames engulfed your mind before the blink of an eye.

"You tricked me!" He made a move like he was trying to leave. Instead, you created a cage around him. "Your in MY head I still have some control of you right now." You said as he pulled at the bars.

"Is all of this worth it! All for the Pines family? For STANLEY? "

"If not them, who?"

You sat down in front of his cage and watched the flames get higher. "I can offer you anything! Let me out, fame, money riches! I'll let you and stanley live out the happily married life you've always wanted!Anything, please!"

"You're begging for your life!?" You laughed at him.

That was really the last thing you remembered laughing in Bill's face before it all went away.

It all ended so suddenly. In a massive wave, it was over. Stanley wasn't really sure what else he was expecting to happen when it ended. But he didn't really have time to think about that now.

"She did it." Ford said somewhere from behind him as he made his way to you. "Y/n!" You blinked at him in confusion before he scooped you up in the tightest hug he could muster lifting you from the ground.

"Oh! Ah ow!"

"You did it! You saved us!" He said, placing you down and cupping your cheeks. He was so caught up in the moment that he forgot what you just sacrificed.

You stared at him in confusion. "Uh, sorry, Mr." You said shaking him off. "I'm not really sure who you are or what you are talking about..."

"No...y/n c'mon, it's me! It's stan.."

"Stanley... she can't remember..." Ford said, placing a hand on his shoulder. They watched as the kids tried to talk to you, sharing their own memories with you, trying to get you to remember them.

Everyone decided to go back home and rest a moment before trying any further. Maybe the shack would help. You let stan hold your hand mainly to help guide you through the woods.

"You all live like this?" You asked partly, joking as he helped you step over the ruble and debris of the shack. "You live like this too." Stan corrected in a similar joking manner.

"Huh." Stan guided you to what you assumed to be the family room at one point and let you flop into a big yellow seat.

"This feels nice." You sighed, shutting your eyes. You weren't sure why, but your body ached, your head throbbed, and it felt like the first time you'd gotten off your feet in days.

The room fell silent. You opened one eye to see everyone staring at you and each other silently debating on what to do.

"I know!" Mable shouted, running through the house before returning with a book in hand. "My scrapbook! This has to help her remember!" Mable jumped up onto the seat, squishing herself between you and the arm rest. "Look! This is the first time we met! The day we came to gravity falls!"

"What about that romantic yet almost dangerous date we planned for you and stan?" Dipper asked, flipping through the pages.

You stared at the pages, photos with you in them, stories to go with it. But none of it was clicking.

"LOOK! the wedding invites you, let me decorate!" Mable said, shoving one very glittery piece of pink paper into your hand.

"Wedding?" The paper read both yours and stans name the line where a date should have been remained empty.

"If only your grunkle could commit to a date, these would be beautiful mable." You joked, rolling your eyes.

Everyone shared a look. "And where is my ring!?"

"She's staring to remember!" Stan jumped to find the ring once again, digging it out from his pocket and slipping it into place on your finger. You felt something light up inside you when he did. You placed a hand on his cheek and smiled before planting a reasuring kiss on the top of his head, followed by you squishing his fez down on him with a laugh.

It took the rest of the night, and even a couple of days, but eventually you everything fell back into place. And eventually you and stan where passing out wedding invites together to the towns folk of gravity falls during the twins birthday party.

[cinefairy]

the comforts of the imagination.

here i am— confused, scared & worried about whether im doing a technique right. here i am, struggling on finding fulfilment of my desires, not realising that fulfilment is already within me and has always been within me. i just haven’t trusted myself yet.

there is no reason to second-guess your worthiness of your desires. your imagination accepts you. your imagination isn’t asking you and will never ask you to be perfect. the great thing about imagination is that it will accept you for whoever you are. the only thing it asks you to do is fulfil yourself how you wish to.

stop worrying about the if/when/how/when why would you worry about that stuff? its a whole other layer that disrupts the peacefulness you could be receiving, its hard to stop the cycle of the comfortability but there’s no other way around it, the cycle has to end.

ask yourself: what will doubting myself bring me? nothing but more doubts.

what will seeking from the outside rather than inside bring me? nothing but chasing something that already exists within you.

what will worrying bring me? nothing but more worries.

now does any of that serve you? does it bring you goodness and peace. the answer is no.

give yourself what you want in imagination and imagination will not deny, it will not stop you and say “you cant have that” it will only accept what you accept.

so there you go, let go of everything that is not serving you & give yourself everything that you please and when i say everything i mean everything. do not hold back (because why would you when you’re free?) why settle for something less of what you truly deserve to have?

don’t shame yourself if you fall out of the state, get back in! that state doesn’t just disappear, its still within you. find it and go back in. it may feel uncomfortable at first and thats okay— when i get uncomfortable at my first newly state i perceive it as me finally stepping out of my comfort zone. i am not used to feeling this way, i am not used to giving myself what i please. it will be uncomfortable but soon this great feeling will be my home. it IS my home. i am just settling in.

you are surrounded by love, you are love, you are safe. imagination will not let you down. it will accept you— so now that you are aware that everything will be okay, that you are safe to imagine the things you’ve so deeply wanted. what are you gonna do?

[rayraelleaizawa]

They say something hurtfull in an argument

TW: sad, slight angst, fighting

Characters: Shanks, Beckmann, Mihawk

Side note: a bit ooc cause they'd never say something like that but we live for angst

Part 2: Making up after an argument

Shanks

"Why do you always have to be drunk?" i asked him as he woke up with yet another hangover. Being together with Shanks is amazing, he loves you, he gives you everything you could wish for and more, but there is one thing you hate about his beheaviour: the constant drinking.

"Because we are pirates, we have to party" Shanks answered with a grin before he groans due to his headache.

"This drinking will kill you one time, do you know that? It's also a huge downturn in bed when i want to kiss you and all i can smell is alcohol on your breath." You kept on complaining, tired of this. "Alcohol damages your body so much, do you want to die so much earlier or what?" you snapped at him.

"Maybe I need something to make me feel better about your constant bickering." Shanks said with a growl, the grin disappearing.

You halted in your tracks. A look of hurt crossed your face as you shut your mouth close. Sadness welled up inside you at the thought, that you were also a reason why he kept on having this extremly unhealthy habit.

"I'm sorry then" you said quietly and walked out of your shared quarters, now probably only his quarters, cause you werent sure if you want to go back there and sleep next to him.

You were just worried about him, why didnt you notice that you were annoying him with that? You never said anything, helped him out of all his problems that he caused by himself with his childish demeanour, you only scolded him when he hurt himself. He never hurts others, he only lets himself get hurt. And that frustrated you beyond believe.

Didnt he know how much you cared for him? Did he even care? Are you even enough to make him start to look out for himself?

Tears rolled down your cheeks as you hid yourself in an empty room on the ship. You tried so much to accept his drinking habbits, you didnt even ask him to stop, just to not be drunk 6 and a half days of the week, and that every week.

You burried your face in your knees and cried. Where you that insufferable that he hurts his own body just to be able to endure your company? If you left, then he wouldnt do this to himself anymore, right?

Benn Beckman

"Really? Another one?"

You say annoyed as you watch your boyfriend light up another cigarette.

"Yes. Another one."

He plainly answers. You guys had this discussion before. You wanted him to smoke less, he said he'd try to but the amount doesnt get any less.

"Benn this really damages your lungs. Cant you please try to smoke less?"

You asked again, and he sighed annoyed.

"They help me relax."

You started to get annoyed by his short answers.

"You could relax with other stuff. You could take a bath, or i could massage you, or we could just spend time together."

You suggested as he sighed out audibly annoyed.

"And you think after all the work and stress I have the whole day I want to spend it around a person which constantly nags on me and where i cant let my mind settle even a bit?"

He snapped, looking at you angrily. You looked at him with an unmoving face before you adverted your eyes. You didnt want to show him that his words hurt.

"I'm sorry, I didnt know you couldnt let your guard down around me."

You said defeated, turning around and slowly walking away. You could hear him say your name quietly but you didnt want to turn around. You just walked under deck and into your cabin. You sat down on your desk and started working, tears running down your face as you felt a coldness within you.

Does he not trust me enough? I didnt know that I am a stress factor for him.

Dark thoughts pleagued your mind as you tried to just work through your feelings. You tried to not be even more of a burden. Tears ran down your face, some of them hitting the desk and some hitting the papers with the lists and research about the treasures your crew had gotten lately.

Benn works so hard, and I never made him feel better. I just added to his stress. He'd be better off alone, right?

Dracule Mihawk

"Could you please tell me when you plan on leaving?"

You said to Mihawk as he came back after two months without telling you that he'll be gone.

"Why? I have my own free will if i remember correctly."

"Because I worry about you when you just suddenly disappear! It isnt that hard to just leave a note or something when you cant tell me in the face that you have to leave."

You were angry at him. What did he think? He was your boyfriend so why couldnt he just tell you when he left for weeks?

He puts down his hat and went to get some vine but you stopped him. Him not even looking at you makes you feel like you're unimportant to him, that this whole matter is of no interest to him.

"Do you really care so little about my feelings? Or am I just a nuissance to you right now that you cant even stop walking when I talk with you."

He then looked at you, annoyance but also a sign of being unbothered on his face.

"You're acting like a child. If I leave again and dont come back you'll at least know why now."

He said that so matter of factly that you were stunned about his coldness. He moved around you to the kitchen to grab some vine, and you just stood there.

Did he really just say that I am the reason why he doesnt want to come home anymore?

You shook your head slightly, recalling his words again and trying not to be hurt by them. As you hear his steps starting to come back, you hurried out of the room and into your shared bedroom. Tears streamed down your face as you tried to make it make sense.

When did he start hating to come back to you? What exactly was so annoying about you? Why didnt he just tell you that he didnt like your behaviour anymore? Does he even like you anymore?

All those thoughts were running through your head as you packed the little clothes and stuff you owned. You didnt touch a thing that he bought for you. If he wanted to leave and not come back, then you will make it easier for him and leave on your own. That's what he wants, isnt it?

After you finished packing you quietly stepped out of his castle and made your way into the woods. Tears were still streaming down your face, but you ignored them. This was for the best, right?

[kyunzin]

☆ 𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑‘𝐒 𝐏𝐄𝐓 ☆

✰ 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ✰ 𝐇. 𝐇𝐢𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢 ✰ 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 ✰ you have a failing grade. he’s more than willing to give you a bit of extra credit but not for free of course (f!reader) ✰ 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒/𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆 ✰ nsfw, teacher x student, semi public sex, face slapping, age gap(36 r!22), degradation, praise, hair pulling, face fucking, cockwarming, asphyxiation ✰ 𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍’𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄 ✰ do not do this in real life guys this will not happen trust me. i need to sleep i'm too tired for this.

w.c ✰ 2.2k

if only you knew what you were getting into

if only you weren't so stubborn and accepted the grade

if only you knew that your teacher had a thing for sweet, innocent girls like you

you had always had a perfect record of: punctuality, attendance, and grades so it bothered you this much to have this one failing grade on your report.

never had you gotten below a 'B' so it surprised you to this this. you made sure to follow all the criteria for the task so you're perplexed as to why you failed.

you usually aced his assessments so its only natural for you to seek him out to find out the reason behind the big 'D' marked on the top of your paper and then you would find a way to boost this to at least a 'B'.

you had heard rumours before that he hardly gave out bad grades but when he did he would always allow his student to finish some tasks for extra credit.

nobody ever said what he asked them to do for him but all you know is that whenever they do their grade always gets boosted up depending on their completion of the tasks.

its said that some even go back to ask for more tasks even if their grade is perfect.

you were determined to not leave his office without changing your grade even if it meant doing unknown tasks.

in no time do you find yourself in front of his office door, with you papers ready for an explanation, knocking hastily. not even a second later do you hear him tell you to come in. you have no idea how it got to this.

one minute you're sitting across from him arguing about your grade and the next your papers are forgotten laying on top of the desk and you're sitting under his desk with his fist in your hair and his cock down your mouth.

you had no idea this was the kind of task he requested the student to do. never would the thought of sucking your professors cock, to get a better grade, have crossed your mind. let alone committing such a scandalous act in such a public setting much less.

such a studious pupil like you should feel ashamed at your actions, but the way he hoaxed you into believing this is the best thing that you could do to raise your grade leave shame as the last thing on your mind. all you want to focus on is making him feel good.

you're not even sure if this is allowed, but the second he rolled back in his chair and spread his legs beckoning you over to sit between his legs it was game over.

it would be a lie to say that you didnt find him attractive with his stoic attitude and firm build. it may have influenced your decision on agreeing to partaking in his more than improper tasks. had it have been any other professor you'd have reported them straight away.

"i didn't think it'd be this easy," he tilts your head back so that your staring up at him through you lashes with your glossy eyes just about visible to him.

there isn't much space under the desk so you're sitting on your knees, hands in your lap with your head sandwiched between his firm thighs ,that you're sure could crush you head with a slight twitch "i thought i'd have to do more to convince you"

his grip loosens for a second and he leans his head back against his chair but the second you attempt to swallow around his cock the hold is back.

"who would've thought little miss perfect would be such a perfect cock sucker" you feel his hand dragging you back off his cock with his eyes now closed.

"it cant be the first time you've done this," you'd try to shake your head but with his cock lodged down your throat as well as the minimal space all you're able to to is make a hum of disagreement as you partially look up at him.

"come on. don't lie to me, you don't want to be a bad girl do you?" the hold on your hair vanishes and moves forward to caress your face and you lean into the touch closing your eyes almost forgetting the position your in right now.

"ill have you know bad girls get punishments. you don't want that do you?" you're to lost in thought thinking about what punishment you would receive only to be snapped back into realty when you feel your cheek start to sting from where his hand connected with your face.

"don't tell me you've lost your ability to respond," his hands reach back into your hair with a loose grip "you've only been down here for a couple minutes yet you're already cockdrunk"

you have no words to respond, not that you could say them anyway, so you tilt your head down in shame trying to ignore his chuckles from above you.

"c'mon princess, no need to be embarrassed," he gently pulls your head back so he can see your eyes. "its like you were made to be the perfect sleeve for my cock"

maybe its the fact that he's the first male to show any sexual interest in you but you somewhat find some comfort in his words. at least someone is praising you even though it may not be for the most gracious thing.

he slowly starts to ease his cock out your mouth again pulling your head off ever so slowly before abruptly thrusting his cock down the back of your throat all he way to the hilt now using both hands to hold your head steady while he uses you for his pleasure.

its inevitable that you gag around his cock but he doesn't allow you any time to recuperate, instead he fucks into your mouth with vigour without so much as a care to how you're taking it.

you're struggling to breath with his erratic pace and you're starting to become light headed the longer he fucks your throat. its almost like torture for you but it seems to e the opposite for him.

the feeling of your throat jerking around him elicits deep groans from him as he chases his own pleasure using you as he pleases.

it comes to a point where your hair is dishevelled, face is a mess, tears streaking down dour face, and the lower half of your face coated in your saliva and his mess.

before you start to loose consciousness from lack of oxygen you have to frantically slap his thigh to alert him of your struggles. only then does he pull out completely letting get air but your too busy coughing and choking up all the pooled wetness that collected in your mouth.

you're only given a few seconds before his thumb in your mouth preventing you from closing it "you were doing so well s'shame you don't know how to breath properly," his free hand strokes his cock and you can see the slight glimmer from your saliva.

"next time i'll have to teach you how to control your breathing" upon hearing the prospect of a next time your distress falls to back of your mind.

your face is a few inches away from his cock and even though you just felt like you were dying with all your senses being overwhelmed with him all you want is for his cock to be back in your mouth.

you stare up up him and all you can think about is how your probably look like a hot mess while he still looks put together like that didn't just happen.

without his cock in your mouth there's no reason for your face to be in such a state but you make no move to adjust your appearance. "such a pretty cockslut you are"

an almost dumb smile rises on your face and a similar one is mimicked on his face. "if only i could keep you here forever" his thumb glides across your tongue, holding it open to the point where it starting to strain your jaw but you don't dare move.

"i'd have you warm my cock while i grade papers," your already imagining it in your head wondering if he'd let you do more than warm his cock "i bet you'd love that wouldn't you?" this might be the fastest you've nodded and it's almost enough to make you dizzy.

"of course you would. there's no need for a pretty little thing like you to be worried about exams. all you should think about is being here on my cock" you find yourself thoughtlessly agreeing with him, ignoring all the things that are wrong with what he said.

"well that can be a conversation for another day" he removes his thumb and uses his fingers to further smear the mess all over your face.

"for now how about we take care of this" he brings your attention to his neglected cock that standing proud against his stomach, leaking and dribbling down the underside of his cock.

without instruction you lay out your tongue for him not wanting to waste anymore time. "such a good girl you are. i don't even need to tell you what to do"

you close your eyes when his cock slaps down onto your tongue and focus on savouring his taste on your tongue while you still can.

he wastes no time with sliding his as much of his cock into your mouth as he can and slowly dragging it out. you would say that he's being more gentle if he didnt start driving his cock down your throat mere seconds later.

what you do know is that your taking it better than last time. you've somehow managed to learn how to open your throat so its not as hard on you.

"that's it. just keep being a good cocksleeve for me" the longer this drags on the more groans, curses, and praises leave his mouth.

your almost reaching the point where you're struggling to breath until you notice his thrusts start to loose rhythm and you feel his cock begin to pulse.

the final sign is his rushed spew of "fuckfuckfuck- that's it," now loosing speed his aim is to fit as much of his cock in your mouth as he can "just like that- fuck!"

what you don't expect is for him to push your head down and hold you there until he empties his load down your throat without warning. you can feel it failing down your throat but you're unable to swallow it properly.

only when he's sure he's emptied all his cum down your moth does he release his hold on you. "open up let me see" without question you follow his command sticking your tongue out for him to see inside your mouth, showing him the mess he created.

you had swallowed most of it so there's not much for him to see. his hand pets over your hair when he sees your mouth empty and you lean into his warmth. "you make the perfect cumdump, you took all of it without complaint"

his touch disappears but you're not bothered as much so you rest your head on your thigh peacefully content between his legs.

you hear some ruffling going on and the next time you open your eyes he's tucking back into his slacks. looking as put together as when you first walked in here.

there's a flash of a picture being taken and look up to see him setting his phone down on his desk. "it's just to keep as a memory of our fist time" you pose no argument so he doesn't say anything else. something cool touches your face and you recognise it as a wipe.

"wouldn't want you to leave hear looking like this," once you face is clean he works on mending your hair back to a presentable state "this is for me only" you can hear a slight hint of possessiveness in his tone and warms your insides.

once your appearance is decent enough he lets you up from your position and you find it a little painful to stand with your legs having gone numb from being in the cramped position for so long. he must notice your discomfort because he moves to massage your thighs to help ease the pain.

once you feel comfortable enough to walk you regretfully back away from his touch and make your way to leave his office.

your face drops when he doesn't say anything as your leaving until you hear him say "if you ever have any other questions about your grade or want more tasks feel free to come back anytime. my doors always open."

you don't respond and leave the room and if anyone sees you walk out with a stupid smile on your face they don't say anything. when you get an email about your remark your proud to see the top grade on your mark.

in class the both of you act as if nothing happened playing the perfect role of teacher and student, yet after class some have seen you follow him back into his office to 'consolidate your knowledge'.

who can blame you for going back to complete more 'tasks' the next time you hand in an assignment even though everyone knows you have a near perfect score.

© 𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐍𝐙𝐈𝐍 - 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭����𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭/ 𝐊.𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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[callme-holly]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐫𝐞 𝐤𝐢𝐝! 𝐬/𝐨

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - i've had a few requests similar to this so here ya go !! as a performer i love this icl

DARREL CURTIS - 

Darry is incredibly supportive with your interests

If you need help rehearsing your lines, he will sit down with you once his brothers have gone to bed and read through them 

I love the idea that Darry can dance (totally not bc of dirty dancing) so if you need to go through a choreography, he’s the person to help you

He loves it when you sing sm

If he hears you, he just smiles fondly and shakes his head but he’ll never bring it up to you

He’ll try to go every single one of your shows/productions 

If he can’t make it because of work, he’ll make someone else go and will always be there to pick you up afterwards 

SODAPOP CURTIS - 

Soda would adore the fact that you’re an actor/actress

He thinks it’s so cool and he will brag about it to anyone who listens

He’ll try his hardest to help you memorise your lines, but he doesn’t have the patience to sit there and wait for you to go through an entire script

He loves it when you sing

Whether its in the kitchen, in the shower, in the car, you name it, he loves it

Y’all will do duets together in his car

Dancing together in the kitchen

Soda will go to all of your shows and will get front row tickets every time 

Plus he cheers the loudest for you !!

PONYBOY CURTIS - 

I think Pony would be super interested if you’re an actor/actress

We all know how much he loves his movies and books, and I cant see him being any different when it comes to plays

He’ll help you will your lines, and he’ll help you interpret different scenes (he just sees things differently)

When it comes to dancing however… maybe he isn’t the best person to go to

He’ll sit and watch you practise for ages and will give feedback when needed

He loves that you can sing so much and will always give you little compliments about your voice

He always tells you that he’ll be watching you at the drive-in, on the screen, one day

He might try and get involved in some of the high school productions, but only if you’re part of them

If not, he’ll always be watching you from the crowd and he’ll be super proud of you !!

JOHNNY CADE - 

Johnny is so incredibly supportive of you omg

He loves everything you do and thinks it’s so cool

When it comes to helping you learn your lines, he is super patience and will prompt you when needed

He could sit for hours and just read your script without complaint 

He adores watching you dance

Unlike Soda, he won’t join in – he’s more than happy to stay at a reasonable distant and cheer you on from afar

When it comes to your singing, he could just listen to you for ages and he encourages you to sing around him all the time

He finds it comforting in a way

He will come to your rehearsals if you want him to and he always feels so at ease watching you (anything to stop him going home ig)

At yours shows, he will always be somewhere in crowd, and will tend to drag Pony along with him

He’ll be watching you the entire time

DALLAS WINSTON - 

Dallas doesn’t see the appeal in theatre

He’s never really cared for shows and performances until he learnt about your interests

Just because you like, doesn’t mean he’s going to change his views, but he might not be quite so harsh about it

He won’t help you with your lines – if he does, you’re probably better off practising alone anyway bc he’ll purposefully try to mess you up

“It’s all part of the acting process, babe. Trust me.” (dont trust him)

He does however like to watch you dance

His eyes will be fixed on your the whole time and he thinks your so hot 

He is the type to get jealous if you have an on-stage love interest

Dally is not afraid to brag about you – everyone knows that Dallas Winston’s partner is a performer. Its common knowledge

He will tease you for your singing, but he secretly thinks its crazy good

He’d never say that to you though

Now when your shows and performances roll around, he probably wouldn’t go to every single one

He might linger in the back for a bit, but he’ll probably end up leaving during the interval and waiting outside for you 

He does support you though; he just doens’t see the appeal of “prancing around a stage”

STEVE RANDLE - 

Steve is your number 1 fan and I mean it

He’s crazy about the idea of you being a performer and will always be there to big you up and support you

He’ll try his best to help you with your lines. He might not be the greatest at it, but at least he tries

He shows you off to everyone and will chew people’s ear off about you

“That’s cool, but did you know my partner is an actor/actress” 

He never shuts up

He will always try and dance with you, but this guy has to left feet

Your choreography ends up turning into a mess of twirls and loud laughter

Uses you as he personal jukebox 

He loves it when you sing so much and will make song requests

Sometimes he joins in, but he never sounds very good bless him :(

Goes to every single one of your performances and shows

Always tries his best to get front row seats so he can cheer you on 

You will always see him grinning at you in the crowd like this boys is smiling so big when he sees you on stage

TWO-BIT MATHEWS - 

If you thought Steve was you biggest fan… You were wrong

Two thinks you’re the best and he will say that

You’re better than every other actor, singer, dancer he’s ever heard of by a mile

If you two are watching a show or movie together, he’ll lean over and whisper: “sure, they’re great… but compared to you, they’re nothin’, babe.” 

He’s actually suprisingly good when it comes to helping with your lines – he’s got that theatrical energy about him

LOVES your dancing and never hesitates to join in

Teach him the choreography please and he will practise with you

Probably got kicked out of your rehearsals for shouting praise at you LMAO 

Always compliments your singing like he loves it

Sometimes he’ll put the radio on just to hear you sing

Two-bit always cheers the loudest at your shows like you know those really obnoxious people who clap loud and whistle? Yeah. Thats him.

At the end, he’ll run over to you and spin you around, gushing about how great you were

He loves everything about you I swear

[reallife6anoufriev6boy6]

DYLRIC FAMILY STIMBOARD + HEADCANONS PLSSSS ill lick your dick cheese pls

dylric family stimboard

i shower almost two times a day i am very clean and do not have that:o(….

but anyway, i do NOT care if anyone thinks this is “cringe” or retarded because this comforts me so much and i will do what i want. someone needs to ask me for a caldre and artkita version.

♥️

they would both be very good parents and will take care of their kid(s) very well.

because they never had the support they needed, they give their kid(s) all the support and help they need. they have a very close relationship with their kid(s) and theyre always welcome to come to them for help.

they are definitely overprotective of their kid(s) especially when it comes to them being bullied. eric will beat a strangers child, but dylan will hold him back from doing that and will suggest they do something else about it. although dylans also definitely gotten close to doing it too.

eric is the dad their kid(s) would go to for advice on being all cool and general life advice while theyd go to dylan for more of the school and practical related stuff. trust me on this.

when it came to giving their kid(s) the talk, they both had no idea how to explain it and were fumbling over their words and being vague and awkward, mostly because theyre two gay dudes and dont know how heterosexual baby making works other then the basics.

they still keep guns and what not, but they always keep them locked up and unloaded. theyve taught their kids how to use them in less violent situations…..like hunting or just taking them out to shoot stuff in the woods. they stress gun safety a lot to the point where their kid(s) have asked them why theyre so serious about it, but they cant explain why for the obvious reasons.

they kept all of their tapes and pictures and theyve let their kid(s) watch some of them and look through most of the photos, but they also kept the basement tapes as well as their journals which has led to some very close calls when it came to their kid(s) finding them.

they gave their trench coats, hats, and sunglasses to their kid(s) and they frequently wear them.

they also gave them all their old posters and band tshirts as well as cds and stuff. theyre always telling them about how cool and awesome their music was and their kid(s) always brushes them off and calls them old.

they always try to eat dinner together as much as possible and ironically their kid(s) always like to have pizza which theyve joked about and called a curse for working at a pizza place, but instead of ordering it they will make it from scratch since they know how to.

i think they would do movie nights where its basically just the two of them geeking out about their old movies and showing them to their kid(s). their kid(s) always falls asleep on the couch in between them and they let them sleep there until the movies over and then one of them will carry them up to their bedroom.

im sorry, but i need to see them get emotional and tear up at any of their kid(s) events. i need them both to cry when they see their kid(s) dressed for prom or when theyre graduating.

if they had a daughter(s), they would be such good girl dads. you just know theyd always help style her hair and get her the nicest clothes and help her with boys - although when she gets her period they are both clueless and have to figure it out just as much as she does.

[lovebunnie]

“it’s not about canon fucking capital!” nandor spits in the air between them. guillermos jaw drops a bit, and it all starts to feel like a bit of a sick joke to nandor. its never easy, not with guillermo.

he shifts and narrows his eyes. “being a janitor had its good moments,” nandor admits. “i liked being the barrier between the cleanliness of productivity and the filth of failure. also those paper towels were very powerful, they didnt even leave any streakies!

“but…” nandor lets his shoulders drop and he suddenly cant look at guillermo. “being around humans all day is kind of shitty.”

guillermo huffs. “trust me, hanging around vampires all the time isnt all its cracked up to be either. ya know, i spent so many years cleaning up shit and say what you will about panera but atleast cleaning toilets there got me a free pastry-“

“why do you always leave me?”

it shocks them both into silence. guillermos jaw clicks shut while nandor hunches his shoulders, as though he could curl away from his own confession. he was literally commanding an army, but here was where words failed him.

guillermo swallows. “leave you? im right here.”

“no you are not,” nandor hisses. “you are with celeste and then you are with derrick and then it is freddie and laszlo and now you are with jordan.” he steps forward, which makes guilermo step back. conquering lands, even here and now.

“why must you always leave? why do you want to leave, and why do i want you to stay? it was not like this with other familiars, ill have you know!”

nandor thinks about all the snide comments made by laszlo and nadja over the years. their familiars were always easy come, easy go. but guillermo was always there. he would misplace an ugly sock or leave his toothbrush in the open.

guillermo has always been different. guillermo has always been the exception.

it makes all the leaving he does very painful. nandor doesnt know why.

“other familiars don’t pledge almost half their lives to one master,” guillermo counters. “other familiars wouldve left a long fucking time ago.”

it takes everything in nandor not to shudder at being referred to as master by guillermo. “i dont give a shit about other familiars. not even my own old familiars. they were just… blips in the radar.”

“and me?” guillermo whispers, finally reclaiming the ground covered by nandor and placing them almost chest to chest. “fifteen years for a vampire doesnt seem like much of anything.”

“you were my purpose, guillermo,” he says. “to make you into a fucking cool vampire. and then you decided it wasnt actually what you wanted and after that annoying ceremony that i put a lot of hard work into, you wanted to leave again. so now i have no familiar, no purpose because you are not a vampire. i have nothing.”

guillermo stays quiet for many seconds and nandor can see his eyebrows twitching in thought. it had been so long since nandor has stood this close to guillermo so if nothing else, the proximity was a nice touch

“my purpose was to be turned into a vampire, by you,” guillermo says. “and then i realized it would never happen unless i did something, so i did. but it doesnt change the fact that i spent so many years knowing that i…” he swallows and to nandors delight, his cheeks turn crimson under shitty lighting. “i was meant to be yours, turned by you.”

“you are driving me crazy,” nandor says quietly. “i do not know why you keep leaving me and why i care so much. you really hurt me, you know! every time you leave it hurts!”

“i know why i keep leaving,” guillermo says. “and i think i know why you want me to stay so bad. the reasons are pretty similar, if i had to guess.”

“tell me,” nandor growls, his hands coming up to grip guillermos biceps so that he cannot flee, not again. “tell me.”

with the same drive behind the words that would compel weaker men, guillermo looks up at him, and before nandor can even think about speaking again, guillermo surges up and crashes their lips together with his hands tangled in nandors hair and knocking the head piece off in the process.

before it can even begin, guillermo pulls away. he is panting and then pulling a vibrating telephone out of his pocket. nandor watches with blazing eyes

“its jordan…” he trails off, looking thoughtful while nandor feels murderous.

a small smile creeps onto his face as the still vibrating phone goes back into his pocket. “but I’ve got better things to do.”

guillermo smiles at nandor and for once, he looks settled, not ready to bolt. nandor knows the same expression is reflecting on his face as well.

as he makes his move towards a willing guillermo, he hopes the camera crew is more engrossed with whatever antics nadja and laszlo and colin robinson have gotten into.

[msbunnat]

I'm quite new to the story of Ganymede and you look like the type of person who is very well written with it. What's his whole thing with Zeus?

I am... I love Ganymede and I have look on a lot of things about him, but I'm not any type of scholar or a specialist, I just love him and want to use him for also my art, as a tool for me to explore a lot of personal things too.

But, lets go!

In resume, Ganymede's myth is: He was a prince of Troy and his beauty was so stuning that the gods decided to take him from the mortal realm and he became the cupbeard of Zeus. He become imortal and have eternal youth.

Now, most versions say it was Zeus that choose him, other say it was like a colective decision and the reason can be two: He cant be in the mortal realm because he is to beautiful or the gods just wanted a new cupbeard and he just stand out at the moment. After that we have versions saying that Zeus was the one that Kidnapping him, or his eagle Aetos (but some we just dont know who took Ganymede). Not long after there re a lot of versions saying that Zeus fell for him, and their relationship is based on pederasty. Some more 'recent' mentions rape and there re a lot of artists exploring Ganymede suffering in the aspect that he was probably a child (12 - 18 years).

The end of the myth is really blurry... Some say he just stayed as a cupbeard, others he became the aquarius constelation. His family have a big role on the myth, as they re so sad and obviosly pissed for losting his son and brother, that some versions metion as the constelation was a way to Zeus calm them to know that his son is ok (but will never come back), when its not the constelation, Zeus give them magical horses (probably sons of poseidon or hermes - not sure). I have found one saying the family 'recive' both the constelation and the horses. There re also metions of Ganymede turning into a god of homo love, and he join Eros 'love army' the erotes.

Zeus have his fame, and dosent matter the version, Ganymede was kidnnaped, so we have some easy conclusions of abuse if they have a relationship. Basicaly there is not a set answer for their relationship, its a open field to a lot of things.

This myth is intrestily short and kinda obscure. But its well know as the myth of the only male lover of Zeus. (Plato was a big shippes of them kkkkk - just remember it was a different time and the social rules didnt see an adult and a teen have relations as bad as today).

Some funny things: Ganymede is pratically the only mortal non hero that goes to Olympus and kinda became god. His family is one of the only that recive a 'satisfaction' from the gods - like most kidnapped victims just come back or they desapear/die and the family dont have any information after (this makes me interpret this myth as one of the firsts ways to soft the lost of a young son to death, saying he actually was taken by the gods and not by death). And the cupbeard job was one of the highest, like, Zeus is almost always with a comitive (?) of six/five gods that serve him, and serving food is so important for Xenia and a trust job cause you can poison someone so high rancking.

I really like all that can come from this myth. I like the suffering view, the death of young beauty interpretation, the body horror of becaming immortal, explore Zeus and Hera with his 'lover' so close, explore abuse, expore others sides of Zeus (thanks to some rage comments, I end up learning so much about him, its a shame how he is descharacterized)... But mostly I love when Ganymede have a personality (this is the thing I care most and am affraid to do a terrible job in the comic kkkk) this boy is like a blanck page with so many mistery as we know almost nothing about him, just his family and his beauty... (ok, we have some mentions of him playing with Eros and him on the trojan war asking Zeus to help the trojans, but its SO LITTLE! I NEED MORE!!).

*sorry about my english, I'm tired to correct any word for now... -w-

Edit: I think its good to say that myths, tales, all this little stories are mean to be vague and metaphorical. That is why we cant say anything as a fact, but as the most stablished storyline. That is also why we can mold it to our taste and propuse, by that I mean all takes/fanfics/reimaginations wahtever, all of them re valid ways to explore and mantain our human culture alive.

[tojisth3rdwife]

When you ask them to teach you how to fight/use jujutsu (feat Gojo,Geto,Sukuna,Toji , and Nanami)

One would think that Gojo would be the best teacher since he is the strongest, and in most ways he is. You asking him to teach you jujutsu was like asking him what he wanted for Christmas. You were already skilled at what little you knew and could do but you felt like there was no excuse for you to be anything less than a grade one when the ‘Honored One’ himself was your man. Now, Satoru gets creative as hell with the ways he trains, observing the intricacies of his pupil’s cursed technique and identifying its strengths and weaknesses to help them get better. But you werent just any other student. You were his baby. His pookie bookie. His caramel drizzled coffee cake with sprinkles. So this man is going to FLIRT HIS ASS OFF the entire time he trains you.

“Damn baby..if you show up on a mission dressed like that, the curse just might wave that white flag and surrender..”

When he isnt talking shit, he’s gonna do any and everything under the sun to distract you. Which in retrospect was another clever way to teach you to be vigilant, but in the moment its just him toying with you. Sparring with him is just one big game of ‘cat and mouse’, him dodging and teleporting at the last possible second, chuckling at your frustraton every time you missed him by a hair. He’d pop up behind you and kiss your neck before vanishing again. It's funny because he kept his infinity off in the beginning because you never managed to get a lick in on him, plus he liked when you’d sneakily grope him on breaks. But after being blessed by your impressive right hook that had just enough cursed energy behind it to hurt, he kept that mf up after that.

“I forgot what a fist to the face felt like..thats sexy. Ouch...”

Suguru is not training you lmao And it’s not because he doesn't think you’d be a good student . He just cant handle acting like he wants to hurt you (outside of the bedroom of course). You two were probably play fighting once and he accidentally slapped you and hated himself for a whole week because of it. You thought it was funny but he did NOT. So sparring with you? He wasnt having it. If anything, I can see him pulling in one of the trusted subordinate curse users to train you while he oversees. He’ll sit back , looking all pretty and smiling encouragingly at you.

“Im just here to watch, love. I swear. Act like Im not here.”

It wont even be 5 minutes into the lesson that he’s hopping up and telling the person he chose (mind you) how to do their job, adding his two cents after growing tired of seeing you put on your back. Suggesting a better way to summon your cursed energy and how to use it, better ways to fight and avoid injury. He’d remove his robes and have you sparring with him, pausing to give you constructive criticism or praise. Whoever he assigned to teach you would end up just standing there as Suguru takes over, eventually taking his spot in the shade. “Im only gonna show you this once baby so pay attenion. Im not even supposed to be teaching you..”

Sukuna would laugh at your initial request, dissmissing you with a gentle pat on your bum as he walked away. You had no reason to fight. You were his woman and all you had to worry about was looking pretty and staying healthy. You had an entire army at your feet and the literal King of Curses at your side. What reason would you need to learn how to fight? But with some persistence, Sukuna agrees. Not without him proposing a wager between the two of you. Something like “ If you manage to hit me once, I will do something that I normally refuse to do for you, within reason of course. Is that enough of an incentive for you, my woman?“

He would also warn you that he would not go easy on you just because you were his. He would be the “sink or swim” type of teacher. He’d tell you that he’d coming at you with everything and encouraging you to give him youre all in return. He wouldnt teach you if you didn't try your hardest. Despite his words, he’ll ease up on you when he could tell you were in over your head. He also made sure you wore the proper gear when you two sparred because he didn't want you to die. That would defeat the purpose wouldnt it? “You arent nearly as weak as you appear to be. Your king is impressed..”

Toji is similar to Sukuna in the way he’ll tell you FUCK NO when you ask him to teach you how to kill. In the beginning,he liked the thought of you being with him on jobs and seeing you get busy firsthand. He knew you could fight and that you were strong, but the more his feelings developed for you, the less appealing this idea became. Hell, he wasnt even all that excited about Megumi coming into his power knowing what type of world he’d be facing. He eventually accepts your request (after persistent begging that usually involved sexual favors) and he becomes your personal trainer and coach. He monitors your meals and organizes your workouts. He teaches you about all types of weaponry and how to properly wield them, taking you to different ranges and showing you how to properly handle a gun. Then when it came down to close combat, he’s surprisingly really good at teaching you the basics. He’ll hold the pads while you jabbed at his palms and test your reflexes. Of course youre a natural and ending up having too much fun being whipped into shape by Toji. And he’s glad. “Remind me to never piss you off..”

I think he’s gonna get a small kick out of overpowering you when it came time for you to spar though. He may let you get a few hits in for shits and giggles. He may even be a little impressed by your form and power behind each hit. But youre not matching his strength and Toji knows that. So when youre on a streak and thinking you’ve gotten him in a corner, he’s putting you on your back in the blink of an eye. Then he gives his critique on your technique while on top of you, straddling you with his huge ass thighs ans kissing your lips a few times before helping you up.

“Uh oh..looks like I’ve got you pinned again, mama. Whatcha gonna give me if I let you back up?”

Kento is the one out of all of the guys that takes your interest in learning the most serious. He’ll suggest you two sit down and talk about it over dinner or something. He’d listen intently and then explain to you all that it would entail, making sure you knew he supports whatever you take an interest in but also making sure you understand it wont be easy. He wont treat you like youre the love of his life in the heat of training because it will be the only way he’ll be able to teach you. If anything, hes harder on you because of his feelings. You do one wrong thing and he’s on your head with very possible scenario where that mistake would prove fatal. When he has you take up running for condition training, he blows his whistle whenever you slowed down. When you were shaking and grimacing as you stuggled to lift a weight, he was in your ear. “No no..this is what you wanted, right? Well push! There you go!” He’s very hands on as well, adjusting your stance with firm touches here and there, making sure you're protecting yourself at all times. And when you spar, he doesn't pull his punches. He may lessen the strength of his attacks but he keeps his speed moderate so that you learn to adapt to what he prays you never have to face.

“You never cease to amaze me with how strong you are my love...”